Agent Swann, FBI: Fucked, Blackmailed, and Impounded

Natalie straightened from her kneeling position and threw the dirty washcloth in the pail of scrub water sitting on the floor. With a grimace, she knuckled the small of her back and groaned at the stiffness in her aching joints from the marathon house cleaning session she had just powered through. Joe had done quite a number on her home. That fat slob seemed to have a talent for messing things up. It had taken her the better part of three hours to restore everything to its flawless state after his bacchanalia last night, but, to her great relief, her precious sofa had not suffered any permanent stains or tears. After the thorough scrubbing she had given it, the shiny leather almost looked like new. The only major loss had been her coffee table, which was good for nothing more than kindling now. Still, it was a small price to pay compared to the disaster that was even now playing on her 50” TV screen, detailing in high resolution her voluntary submission to Joe on that first night of their meeting. It was strange; she knew that it had only been a couple of weeks ago, but it felt like a lifetime since it had happened.

Joe had left the humiliating video on while she worked, for no other apparent reason than to torment her further and to drive home his ill-gotten victory over a ‘proud FBI special agent’, she felt sure. The video must have been on repeat, somehow, as it just went on and on, with the audio cranked up so loud the speakers vibrated with every lewd moan and shameful promise that boomed out of them. As most of her cleaning duties took place in the living room, she was forced to watch the fateful film out of the corner of her eye, or at least listen to herself sounding like a degenerate, masochistic whore. Even after everything she had been put through, nothing that Joe had done to her was as humiliating as what she saw and heard herself do on that TV screen. No matter how much she hated him for trapping her with his nefarious blackmail scheme, she could not escape her considerable self-loathing at her own stupidity in attempting to live out her now very much disowned masochistic fantasies with the ‘dumb’ redneck.

Clearly, it wasn’t enough for Joe to have her under his control dressed in nothing but a pair of slutty, sky-high heels—and a silly little white cap she didn’t even know she had lying around, tied around her head to hold back her hair—making her look like some lewd parody of a sexy French maid. No, he also needed to humiliate and degrade her on a regular basis to cement his domination over her. Just hours ago, she had squatted down and pissed all over her sleeping pillow for crying out loud! How much further was he going to push her before this nightmare was over?

She was starting to feel like she was nothing more than Joe’s ‘conquest’ now, a plaything for him to amuse himself with until he grew tired of her and moved on to someone else. The problem was that with all the dirt he had on her, she could do little to oppose him. And while she waited for that magical break to occur when she could get her revenge, or at least escape his foul clutches and go back to a normal life, things just got worse as the hole she had dug for herself grew deeper and deeper. If she ever wanted out of this trap, she needed to do something drastic, and it needed to happen sooner rather than later.

Just then, Joe emerged from the bathroom where he had spent the past 30 minutes doing… whatever foul things he’d no doubt polluted her toilet with. Natalie raised an eyebrow at him, preparing her internal defenses for whatever grief he’d be sure to send her way.

“Phew! It stinks in there.” He waved his hand in the air as if to make a point. “Get in there and do some of that maid’s work you’re so good at. And then clean yourself up too. You’re going shopping today.”

“Listen, Joe, I don’t have time for this. I made plans for the weekend. A friend of mine is coming over. Kayla and I haven’t seen each other in months and we were going to hang out for a couple of days. You can’t keep me locked up forever, not in my own home!”

“Oh I can, and I will, pumpkin, if that’s what’s needed to get you to behave. Now do as you’re told! And then you will call your friend and tell her you can’t see her this weekend. Tell her that you’re going to be busy fucking your Master and that I’m more important than anyone else in your life.”

The look on Natalie’s face was priceless; her mouth hanging open in stark disbelief, those huge brown eyes in full-orb mode. He had to laugh at her stupefied expression.

“Relax, I’m just kidding! Give her whatever excuse you want, but make it believable. I’m sure you can come up with something good. You are a master of manipulation after all, like most of your sorry ilk…”

* * *

While Natalie was on the phone in the other room, making the call to her friend Kayla to cancel their plans for the weekend, Joe had positioned himself just outside the door, eavesdropping on the conversation to make sure the agent did not try anything funny. What he heard made him smile.

“…listen, I’m so sorry, but I can’t see you this weekend. Something came up at work and I have to… yes, I know I promised we’d meet up, but I just can’t… no, I’m sorry… I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Maybe next… OK, bye.”

Natalie sighed as she disconnected the call. Kayla had already hung up. That talk had gone about as well as she had expected, which was to say not well at all. For the past few years, she had seemed destined to let people down. Kayla was one of the few friends she still had left in her life, perhaps the only one, and she hated having to lie to her, especially since their relationship was already frayed after her previous lack of commitment. But there was no other choice. She had to keep Kayla out of this mess she had made for herself. This was her own cross to bear, and she did not want to involve innocent people if it could be avoided, especially those she cared about. She could only hope that her little white lie would not further estrange the two of them in the future or cause irreparable damage to their friendship.

At that point, Joe burst into the room and walked right up to the freshly showered but still naked Natalie. He snatched the phone from her hand and slipped it into his back pocket before grabbing the back of her head and leaning in for a sloppy, face-smothering kiss. As expected, she balked at his rude and sudden advancement, but her resistance only lasted for a couple of seconds before she allowed him to stick his fat tongue into her mouth and explore the back end of her molars. Her hair was still damp from her shower, and he wrapped a good amount of it around his fingers to hold her head in place as he ravaged her mouth with his own.

Thick, gloopy spit mixed with residual parts of his breakfast washed into Natalie’s mouth. Coupled with the disgusting tongue reaming out her tonsils, it nearly made her gag. He kept rolling that vile tongue around, leaving no part of her oral cavity untouched by his slimy saliva. The ever-present taste of tobacco and grease from his poor eating- and smoking habits had become all too familiar to her by now, even as it assaulted her senses with undiminished ferocity. She tried backing away or using her hands to push him off her, but he was much too big and strong and his lips remained glued to hers, feeding her his warm spit, which she felt herself swallow in little instinctive gulps as she fought for breath. Then it was over, as suddenly as it had begun.

Breaking the kiss, Joe pushed her away from him, hard enough to make her stumble and almost fall. Then he pulled a note from his back pocket and held it out for her. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, gave him an angry look, and then snatched the note from him and read it over, her eyebrows climbing in shock as she took in its contents.

“Joe, this is too much… I can’t…” she began, but was stopped by the stern look in his eyes. Knowing full well that any protest at this point was useless, she just sighed and nodded.

“Get everything on that list, and then come back here. And don’t dawdle. We’re going to have a little housewarming party at around nine-thirty, to celebrate my new apartment...” he held out his arms to the sides to indicate their surroundings, “...and you need to be ready by then. As you can see on that list, there are a lot of changes you need to make, and not a lot of time to do it. You should know by now that I am not a patient man. So get those long legs moving, Fedslut!”

Natalie glowered but went about retrieving some proper clothes from her wardrobe as Joe at least had the courtesy to leave her some privacy while she got dressed. The liberties that man took with her never ceased to amaze her. Did he now think he owned her home as well as her body? That was absurd! With a better-looking man, she might have found his forwardness attractive—maybe even arousing—but not with Joe. He just made her feel used and disgusted. The man had no class, no sense of what a woman wanted, if he cared at all about her feelings. Who was she kidding? Of course he didn’t care about her! He was just a stupid, talentless lowlife with no future. Except now she was well on her way to becoming his future. That thought made her shudder.

* * *

Natalie pulled the car to a stop at a red light and sighed, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. For the hundredth time, her eyes drifted down to Joe’s list which sat pegged to the dashboard. That dreadful slip of paper was so humiliating! It detailed a great number of changes Joe wanted her to make to her appearance—to make her more attractive to him, she supposed. Mostly, it was a list of sexy clothes he wanted her to wear for his stay over the weekend. Since he hadn’t found any garments in her apartment that he approved of, she would have to go out and buy some new ones that met his requirements. But that was not all. There were far worse things stated on that note in Joe’s scratchy handwriting, including a few piercings and tattoos! Some of those ‘improvements’, horrible as they may be, were things she could maybe make herself go along with for the time being, but making permanent alterations to her body? That’s where she drew the line.

As she waited for the light to turn, she let her eyes drift over the people walking down the street; just ordinary people, families and friends enjoying this sunny Saturday noon. They looked so peaceful and happy, walking hand in hand, laughing and smiling. Little did they know what dark secrets the brunette woman in the car beside them hid behind her stylish sunglasses.

Suddenly, Natalie realized that she had started to recover some of her confidence—quite a bit of it in fact. Freed from Joe’s immediate presence and influence in his closeted world of male dominance, her independent, free-spirited mind had broken out of its protective shell and once more come alive. This was the break she had needed to get her faculties back in order, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Joe had made a mistake sending her out on her own like this. Perhaps he had put a tracker of some kind on her? Was that why he had taken her phone, only to give it back to her right before she left? More likely, Joe just didn’t know her well enough. For as long as she had been alive, Natalie had had an amazing ability to bounce back from hardship and trouble. All she needed was some time to recharge her batteries and gather her thoughts, and then she was ready to get back in the ring for another round or two. True, she had never been tested to this extreme level before and had not been sure her strength would hold up against such blatant vileness, but the further her mental recovery progressed, the better she started to feel about her chances. Perhaps things weren’t as hopeless as she had first thought. There might yet be other ways out of her predicament she had not considered. She just needed to trust her brilliant mind to come up with a solution, once it was recovered enough to function at peak capacity.

In a sudden flash of courage, she reached out and snatched Joe’s loathsome note from the dashboard, tore it up into little pieces, and chucked them out the rolled-down window. She watched the bits of paper scatter like confetti over the pavement and smiled. Damn, that felt good! It was high time she stood up for herself and showed some of that legendary Swann grit that had gotten her this far in her chosen profession. Joe’s overconfidence would be his fall, and she would see him and all of his associates behind bars before this was over. She just hoped she would not be pulled over for littering first, she thought with a grin. The light turned green, and she rolled on down the road toward her first destination; the mall.

* * *

At first, Natalie had considered doing some of the easier things on Joe’s list while rejecting the worst ones in some form of compromise with the fat bastard’s demands, but once she felt strong enough to give them all the finger, she decided to just spend the time and money on herself instead. Fate knew she needed, no, deserved, a pick-me-up after all she’d endured. And so she continued on toward the mall, not to indulge Joe’s perversions, but to satisfy her own needs.

First stop was the Olive Garden. Her good mood had improved her appetite, so she ordered a rich creamy pasta with some fine wine and gorged herself. It was nice washing the taste of Joe’s body from her mouth. It felt like she had consumed nothing but his spit, piss, and sperm for the past year.

With a full belly, she went for a stroll through the galleria, just enjoying the sights and the tranquil atmosphere of a normal life. For a glorious hour or two, her troubles were all but forgotten, and when she found herself back in her car with an energized body and a sharp-edged mind, she felt ready to take on the world.

She checked the clock. There was still some time left before she needed to be back home and face off against her fat nemesis. Veering off at the next intersection, she drove toward the FBI office. She had some research to do and now seemed as good a time as ever to do it. During her intermission at the mall, a plan had begun to take form in the back of her mind. If she could dig up some dirt on Joe, she might be able to use it to strike a deal with him and make him delete that compromising video of her once and for all. Though she did not like stooping to that fat asshole’s level, she still found some perverted satisfaction in the idea of using his own methods against him.

As for coming in to work on the weekend, no one would think twice about her being there. She had heard all the monikers being whispered behind her back. The dedicated ‘Agent Workaholic’ was not known for her sensible use of her free time. For once in her life, she might be able to use that unenviable reputation to her advantage.

* * *

Natalie entered her office and sat down at her computer. She started her search by looking through the criminal database and had no trouble finding Joe’s ugly mugshot. Her eyebrows rose as she noted his age. At 62, the fat slug was old enough to be her grandfather. What a dirty old pervert! As could be expected, his rap sheet was quite extensive. It seemed her guy had a history to rival the worst of them. Part of her now wished she had done this research two weeks ago instead of trusting Special Agent Ross to call the shots on that fateful day. Had she been armed with some more background information on Joe before barging into his dirty trailer, she might not have been so vulnerable to his ‘charms’. Though, of course, she could not have known at the time what a mess that decision would lead to in any case.

But as she read through the long list of Joe’s unlawful acts, something didn’t add up. Though numerous, they were somehow only minor infractions. It was almost as if someone had tampered with the reports, making those crimes several degrees milder than they actually were. After all, Joe did not strike her as the shoplifting or jaywalking type. He had to be into heavier stuff than that. Petty theft? More like armed robbery. Simple assault? Try aggravated battery. Sexual misconduct? How about first-degree rape. She had personally witnessed the man committing several class A felonies—against her own person no less—and could only imagine what the full history of his criminal career might entail. There was also a minor notice attached linking his name to greater crimes that had been committed, but nothing sustainable. Just suspicions really, nothing that could be proven in court. If she hadn’t believed such a thing all but impossible, she might have thought he had someone on the inside covering up for him.

She also saw that Joe had a daughter. Heather Melissa Carter, 19 years old. In and out of juvie. Homeschooled. “Like father, like daughter,” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. She wondered if the girl had been around during her and Ross’ first visit to Twin Pine Meadows and if that was who she thought she had spotted in the window of Joe’s trailer before going in. It might be possible, though she had not gotten a good enough look to say for sure, just a flash of dark hair behind the curtains.

She had to dig deeper into this mystery. But to do that, she needed help from someone more competent than she on these matters. Someone with the expertise and the means to work outside the normal, and in some cases legal, boundaries. But who could she trust to remain confidential about this? As much as she loathed the mere thought, she already knew the right person for the job.

Kate may be an arrogant bitch, but she was damn good at what she did, and there was no one better suited for the kind of task Natalie needed done. Despite her tender age of 23—the minimum age for appointment as a special agent—Kate had plenty of connections in the underworld that she could call on, and she had an almost uncanny ability to find out information where most other agents came up blank. Natalie made a mental note to speak with the feisty redhead first thing come Monday morning. She could have called her right now, but this matter was too sensitive to discuss over the phone. Who knew who might be listening in on them? If there was indeed a mole in the Bureau, there were very few people she could trust, especially regarding any information pertaining to a certain William Joe Carter.

Natalie left the FBI building feeling both elated and a bit worried. On the one hand, she now had a plan which, if it worked, and Kate could help her find out the truth behind this obvious cover-up, just might set her free from Joe’s control. On the other hand, she needed more time to see that plan come to fruition, and time was not a commodity she had in abundance right now. On top of that, there was still tonight to worry about. Joe would be expecting her back home in an hour or so, and she had yet to fulfill a single demand on his arrogant list of lasciviousness, the one she had so ardently torn up. Oh well, one problem at a time, she thought, putting the car in gear and heading off toward home.

* * *

By now she felt confident enough to tell Kayla about this whole thing. Thinking about it, she regretted not having trusted the dutiful cop with her problems right away. She knew she could trust Kayla to keep quiet about a matter of such seriousness, and she could really use the help of an accomplished woman of her caliber going forward.

For some reason, though, Kayla wasn’t answering her phone. Natalie had tried calling her multiple times now for over an hour and had gotten no response. She hoped her friend wasn’t still angry with her despite how their last conversation had ended. Had she blocked her number? It wasn’t like her to leave the phone ringing and not pick up.

Shrugging it off as a mild case of a hissy fit on Kayla’s part, who was known for her heated temperament at times, Natalie turned off the interstate and drove along the familiar roads toward her neighborhood. It wasn’t until she was parked outside her apartment complex and had turned off the engine that dread once more gripped her innards. No doubt Joe would be waiting for her when she walked through the door to her home. What would she tell him? How would he react to her little show of defiance? Would he go through with his threats and send that awful sex video to her friends and family as he had threatened to do, or would he find some other, milder, way to punish her first? Whatever mischief the fat redneck was up to, she felt sure she could handle it. Special Agent Natalie Swann was back in her full glory, and she would not roll over from some dirty peasant’s inane blackmail scheme.

* * *

The first thing that Natalie noticed on setting foot inside her apartment was the odd scent that hung in the air. Although it had a cloying, almost gag-inducing texture to it, conjuring up images in her mind of a hairdresser’s salon filled with posh old ladies, it was a far too fruity and sweet perfume to be coming from Joe. Not that he would ever wear cologne or anything good-smelling. She doubted he even knew what soap was. Had there been another, female visitor at her home while she was gone? Who could it be? And why had Joe let her in? She also spotted some sort of tacky jacket thrown on the coat hanger that she did not recognize, except that it was definitely not hers. Not in a million years would she ever be seen in such a gaudy thing. The heavy sillage seemed to be emanating from that jacket and also leading further inside her home. Brow creasing into a frown as she kicked off her shoes, she worried about what shenanigans Joe had come up with now.

After all the unpleasantries she had seen and done during her oftentimes perilous and ugly investigations, Natalie was not a person easily surprised, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight that met her as she pushed open the door to her living room and stepped inside.

There, on her freshly cleaned leather sofa, sat Joe, one hand wielding his customary can of beer, his large belly spilling over the waistband of his stained sweatpants as he laughed in great bursts, probably at another one of those dirty jokes he seemed so fond of telling. But that sight, revolting as it may be, was not what widened Natalie’s eyes into twin saucers. Sitting next to Joe was a built and broad-shouldered black woman, slapping her thigh and laughing along with his crude jokes as if the two of them had known each other for years.

“K-Kayla? What? How did you…?” Natalie stammered, at a loss for words.

The big, dark-skinned woman turned her almond-shaped eyes to Natalie and offered her a secretive smile which then turned into something far more sinister as her thick lips curled into a smirk. Natalie waited for her friend to say something, to offer up some kind of explanation as to why she was there, but it was Joe who spoke up first.

“Oh, come on, agent smartypants. It’s not that complicated to figure out, is it? While you got dressed and ready to leave this morning, I called your friend back from your phone. By the way, I also installed some apps on it that I thought you might need. I’m sure you’ll like them. Anyway, I convinced Kayla to come over and then I invited her to join our little party tonight. Turns out this particular cop and I have a lot in common and that she’s quite the nice girl. You know, you really should treat a precious friend like that with more respect, pancake tits. I must say I’m disappointed in your lack of manners, though hardly surprised.”

At this, Kayla snickered, prompting a frown and a glare from Natalie, who, still not sure what was going on, stood there gaping like a fish out of water. Her mind raced to connect the dots and find a plausible explanation for it all, but so far she was coming up empty. As for the poor slight on her chest size—pancake tits, really?—she had not missed Kayla’s amused reaction as it was worded. Her friend had much bigger breasts than she, and that disparity had always been a source of contention for Natalie growing up during their teens. But this was hardly the time or place for such childish comparisons. Besides, she had thought they had gotten over that nonsense a long time ago, or at least that she had done so, but for some reason she now found those memories flooding back like it was yesterday. She could even feel herself starting to blush as she stood there looking stupid and lost in her own living room.

Joe took a long look at Natalie’s bewildered expression and could not resist pushing his advantage a bit further. He did so enjoy basking in his victories after all, and there were few things more satisfying than tormenting his favorite, big-headed agent.

“Still having a hard time figuring out what is happening, pussycat? Maybe I should help you along, hmm? Give you a hint or two. You know, to help that sharp brain of yours catch up?” He taunted.

“Shut up Joe! You have no right to talk to me like that in MY home…” Natalie retorted in a flash of anger that broke through her stupor, starting up a heated argument between the two of them. She could not understand how Kayla could be here, and acting so friendly with that pig of a man. What had he told her? How had he convinced her to play a role in all of this? Or was it just happenstance that the two of them had met? She really hoped the latter explanation was the correct one.

As the back-and-forth banter between Joe and Nat went on, Kayla studied the slender, agonized brunette with smug interest. These past few hours had been a real eye-opener for her regarding her prudish friend, especially after what she had learned from talking to Joe. She still had a hard time believing that all she had seen and heard was true, but looking at Tali now, and that insufferable scowl smeared across her pretty face, she could see how the pieces fit together.

She had known Tali since high school, after which the two of them went their separate ways. Both of them always wanted to work in the field of law, but while Natalie went to Quantico to follow in her father’s footsteps, Kayla entered the police academy to pursue her life-long dream of helping to clean up the neighborhood where she had grown up. Though too well-mannered for her own good to speak up about it, she had always felt like she was being put in Tali’s shadow. Swann always pretended to be the fancier, better, and smarter of them, and she was keen to rub this ‘fact’ in Kayla’s face every chance she got, albeit in subtle ways. That smugness had always grated on her, and as the years passed, Kayla got more and more tired of Tali’s obnoxious attitude, which seemed to only grow worse rather than diminish with time. What had once been her best friend, had gradually turned into a person she did not want to see all that often.

Then, out of nowhere, right at another low point of their so-called friendship—that pitiful excuse for not meeting up this morning had really been the last straw for her—this Joe guy had called and invited her over to Tali’s place. Though he seemed shady, and her cop instincts told her that there was more to this story than met the eye, the repulsive man did possess an intriguing persona that was hard to resist. For some reason that she had yet to determine, he had managed to establish a hard control over the haughty special agent, and Kayla had to admit she loved to see her perhaps now former best friend squirm for once in her pampered life.

She realized she was acting a bit of a dick for not taking Tali’s side in this argument like a good friend should, but for the moment she didn’t care, too delighted in giving Swann a taste of her own medicine. After all, the bitch had had it coming for years. This was a golden opportunity to get back at the snooty little cunt, or at least take her down a peg or two, and Kayla was not going to let that chance pass her by. She let herself return to the ongoing argument with a self-satisfied smile gracing her full lips.

“...you thought you were so smart, didn’t you, agent sluttypuss? Now look at you, standing there all crestfallen in humiliating defeat. Tsk, tsk…” Joe continued his barrage of insults.

It galled Natalie to think that Joe had been one step ahead of her this entire time. But if he knew this much about her, what other secrets was he privy to? How much had Kayla let slip about her private life during their little sofa chat? Once more, she had underestimated Joe’s cunning. If she ever got another chance to break free of his control, she would not make that mistake again. As for Kayla, though she would have no idea about the blackmail scheme that Natalie was under, the stoic cop had to be clever enough to figure out that there was something more going on here. She just had to be!

Whatever happened, she could not let Joe ingratiate himself with her friend, pour his sweet poison into her ear, and maybe even recruit Kayla to assist him in his filthy dominating scheme. She knew just how persuasive and manipulative that fat slug could be, and watching Kayla fall under his spell just like she herself had once done would be too much, especially knowing it was all her fault for bringing her friend into the fold.

But what worried her the most was the callous look she received whenever she tried to make eye contact with the big, black policewoman. It was a side of her friend that Nat had never seen before, though she had had her suspicions about that particular flaw in Kayla’s otherwise so noble and dignified personality. In an attempt to find an accord, she decided to try and plead with her friend for support.

“Kayla, please, why are you acting so strange? How can you be so friendly with that pig? What lies has he told you? Can’t you see what’s going on here? I swear it’s...”

“Don’t give me that bullshit!” Kayla interrupted, her amber eyes blazing with sudden anger. “I’ve seen your little porn movie. Yeah, Joe showed it to me right before you came back. If you must know, that’s why we were laughing—at your stupid face and sick talk. Kinda rich of you to stand there now and act all high and mighty after that, don’t you think?”

At this stunning revelation, Natalie turned to Joe and burst out, “You showed her the video? How could you do that? Why?” Spittle flew from her lips as she yelled out her outraged shock and frustration. In answer, Joe just shrugged and grinned at Kayla, unperturbed by the outburst.

“Told you she’d go all haywire ‘bout it. Bit sensitive that one… and in a bit of denial about her own kinks, I s’pose. Can’t really admit to being a slut yet.”

Natalie was too upset to even care about that comment. She could not believe he had actually shown Kayla her humiliating sex video! Though it did help explain her friend’s unsympathetic behavior to some extent. Even more worrying, that bold move revealed Joe’s willingness to come through with his threats and have that video sent to the people she knew. It was a chilling portent. Somehow, despite having all the evidence to the contrary, Natalie had kept to the naive notion that Joe would never really act on his threats and involve other people in their private arrangement. But now, his intentions, and the lengths he was willing to go to see them realized, could not have been made any clearer.

Kayla spoke up again, “You might wonder why I’m not all that upset about it, but the thing is, I’m not really that surprised. I always took you for a closet sub and a bit of a slut, and I guess I was right. Though I could never have guessed just how sick and depraved you were. I was willing to be open-minded about some of it, should you ever come out of the closet, but the stuff you did on that video was just too disgusting. At least I know the real reason now why you didn’t want to see me today.”

Natalie was in shock and could not hide it. This was not at all the kind of reaction she would have expected from a friend. And what did that say about how that friend perceived her?

“No, it wasn’t like that, Kayla, you have to believe me, I didn’t…”

“Believe what? That he made you do it? Come on… you were practically begging for it, yelling for him to fuck you. It’s pathetic. Just admit it, tell me what a horny little slut you are. After all, you’ve already told the rest of the world on that sick little porn flick.”

Again, Natalie was stunned. Even though this whole thing was gross and unfair to the extreme, she had to admit that Kayla had a point. No one could look at the woman in that vulgar video and come to a different conclusion than the one she had just been given. She had hoped that her friend would be more sympathetic about it, but how could she blame her for seeing things that way when she herself would not have reacted any differently in her shoes? Besides, considering how cold and bitchy Natalie had been at times to Kayla during their younger days, she could see why the dark-skinned beauty had turned bitter toward her. It didn’t much matter that Natalie now regretted being such a bitch over all those years they had known each other and wished she could go back and change her attitude. What’s done is done.

With a sudden chill trailing down her back, it dawned on her what was going on here. Rather than saving her, and being the helping hand Natalie had so desperately needed, Kayla would instead assist Joe in tormenting and abusing her further. Her best friend was now in cahoots with her worst enemy! And from the looks of it, she was too late to change this disastrous outcome. Yet again, Joe had beat her to the punch and had now sunk his claws into her best friend, recruiting the mighty Kayla Price to his perverted cause. Things could not possibly have turned out any worse! In an instant, the promising plan she had laid out for herself this afternoon unraveled into a mess of wet noodle strands as Natalie’s confidence melted into a sad, pathetic puddle. Her earlier bravery evaporated like morning mist in a desert as she could only stare in despair at the horrible scene unfolding before her eyes.

“You don’t know him like I do, Kayla. He’s not what he seems. Don’t trust him,” she said in a last-ditch attempt to sway her friend back to the good side, but the words came out in a thin voice with no real conviction. She did not even get a proper reply. The mismatched pair occupying her sofa just chuckled at her before striking up an unrelated conversation as if she wasn’t even standing there anymore.

Left to her own devices, Natalie heard a sudden noise coming from the kitchen; the distinct sound of tall heels clomping on a hard floor. There’s more people here? Just as she turned to see who it was, the unknown woman came in to join them, stopping at the doorway to the living room. She and Natalie made eye contact, and for a moment the two of them just stared at each other in stunned silence. It was hard to tell who was the most surprised, but Natalie probably took the prize.

The woman that faced her was of a very different cut than Kayla. In fact, she was the exact opposite in every conceivable way. Standing at about 5’3” she was quite a bit shorter than Natalie and definitely Kayla’s physical lesser. Even in the tall heels she wore, she could just about make level eye contact with Nat. From the very first sight of her, it was obvious that this girl was a prostitute. She checked all the stereotypical boxes for a woman of her calling; dyed platinum blonde hair, cheap plastic ear hoops, fake jewelry, far too much makeup in garish colors… And if that wasn’t enough to pinpoint her profession, her clothing, or what passed for clothing, did the trick. From under her black leather mini-skirt emerged long legs draped in fishnet stockings which disappeared into knee-high, tacky red, fake-leather hooker boots, scratched and scuffed from what Natalie presumed were too many long nights plying the streets. Up top, she wore a trashy halter that was far too tight to contain her large bust with any sense of decency. That tiny piece of stretchy material showed more tit flesh than it hid. But that was, of course, the whole point for a woman of her kind and the intended look she had been going for when putting it on.

Standing this close to her, Natalie could sense that she reeked of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume—the same sickly sweet bouquet she had smelled in the foyer earlier. It would seem that the mystery of whom that tawdry jacket belonged to had now been solved. Natalie’s trained eye even picked out the telltale puncture marks on the hooker’s arms, signifying a steady habit of drug use, though they had been well-concealed under what might be a layer of makeup. She looked to be in her mid-twenties but was probably younger. The hard life of a street walker tended to do that to women. Her eyes were big and bright blue, but there was a worn tiredness in them that seemed unnatural, as if their owner had aged a decade in just a year or two. Natalie had seen that harried look countless times before when bringing in a suspect or questioning sex workers for information and knew what to expect when trying to connect with the person behind it. The girl’s jaws moved with a sluggish rhythm as she chewed her gum and fixed Natalie with a blank stare.

The question now became: what the hell was a hooker doing in her home? Obviously, Joe must have called her there, but why? What had his depraved mind come up with this time, and what part was ‘Bambi the whore’ going to play in this already far too perverted scenario? She almost did not want to find out, afraid of what the answer would be. As if to forestall her queries, Joe spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.

“Oh, where are my manners? Let me introduce you two. Sugartits, this is Trish, an esteemed lady of the night. Trish, meet Special Slut Natalie Swann, the former owner of this fine establishment and our hostess for tonight.”

Former owner? What was he raving about? Did he really think she was going to hand over the keys to her apartment and everything that came with it just like that? If that was so, he’d better think again.

“Hi,” Trish said without much enthusiasm. Nor did she extend her hand. Instead, she just continued giving Natalie the once-over with a curious eye. So, her name isn’t Bambi, though my guess wasn’t that far off, Natalie thought with a smirk.

“You’re that bottom, right? You know, the one that does whatever he says?” Trish gave Natalie another disinterested look as she blew her gum into a pink bubble that popped on her glossy lips.

Natalie blushed in a mix of shame and anger. Was that how Joe had introduced her? “No, I’m not a…” she began, but was interrupted by the fake blonde slut.

“Will she do what I say too?” Trish asked, looking to Joe for confirmation.

“Of course. She’s a good, obedient little slave cunt. Aren’t you, sugarbutt?”

Natalie looked at Joe, again surprised at his boldness. She had thought that this ‘party thing’ of his, whatever that meant, would involve only the two of them at her place, like last night, but now it seemed there would be more people attending her degradation, one of them being her close childhood friend, the other some total stranger, and a prostitute to boot!

“Listen, Joe… We never discussed bringing more people into this... arrangement of ours… that was never part of our agreement,” she tried to object, not liking at all the cruel spark she read in the slob’s little piggy eyes, which had now reduced to gleeful slits.

“Come on, don’t look so gloomy, agent. It’s Saturday night for cryin’ out loud. Fuck housewarming, we’re going out partying! We’re gonna have ourselves some fun, and you’re coming with. Oh, I know, it’s been ages since you let yourself go. Too much of that prissy law-school boredom every day. Yadda, yadda. But guess what? Tonight’s your chance to make up for opportunities lost! And it gets even better. To help you get ready for our night out, these two lovely girls have been kind enough to offer their assistance, so I suggest you go along with whatever they have planned for you. And, agent sour-puss... you’d better remember to show them some gratitude for their hard work. Make me proud, slut-slave.”

Trish beamed, happy to be on the controlling side of the interaction for once. She pulled a cigarette and a lighter from her pink, glittering purse and lit it up. As Natalie frowned and was about to protest at the use of tobacco in her home, the whore just blew a thick cloud of smoke right into her face, making her grimace and blink her eyes.

“Speaking of party preparations... Did you get everything on that list I gave you?” Joe continued. “I don’t see any bags of purchase, nor do you have the piercings I ordered for you.” He looked at her with a hard, disapproving stare.

Going out? Natalie was suddenly gripped with a new and very real fear as what Joe had just said caught up with her. Suffering these humiliations of his in the presence of her old-time friend and companion Kayla Price, and even that brainless hooker, was already bad enough. But to leave the sanctity of her home and go downtown, where she would no doubt suffer a public disgrace in the company of these cretins was another thing entirely. What prevented her from being spotted by someone she knew? This was much too risky and a disastrous turn of events, and something she could never accept! Yet she was at a loss for words. Every single one of her plans was coming apart. With so many unexpected new elements added to an already complicated situation, she did not know how to react, or even how to answer Joe’s question in a proper manner.

“Joe… I… uh… thought about it all… This is just not… possible. I can’t do it...” She was trying to recall her former courage that had been with her just moments ago, but it had been shattered to pieces. Instead, she was left standing there like a moron and sounding like one too. As if to fog her mind even more, another cloud of smoke drifted into her eyes from the insolent whore who just stood there grinning at her, no doubt eager to jump into her role as Mistress for the night.

“Well, since you chose to defy me and failed to comply with my orders, it looks like I will have to solve this matter another way. I’m sure Trish and Kayla wouldn’t mind dolling you up for me. Would you girls? I give you free reins to do what you want to my little slut, but make sure she looks the part, if you know what I mean,” he winked. A pair of sadistic smiles coupled with one very frightened stare from the three females told him all he needed to know.

Trish was quick to react. “You heard him, sow. Get moving!” Without waiting for an answer, she reached out and grabbed a hold of Natalie’s hair at the back of her head, hauling her off toward the bathroom. At the same time, Kayla stood up from the sofa, her tall, muscular frame intimidation personified as she went after them, leaving Joe alone and chuckling to himself at the favorable turn of events. He wondered what humiliations those two vixens would come up with for his special little slut, but decided to leave them to it and not spoil the surprise. Of course, he might check in on them now and then just to make sure everything went along smoothly...

Natalie found herself stumbling along behind her female aggressor on unsteady feet. Trish was stronger than she looked—another mark of a hard life on the street where a woman like her would need to fend for herself—and the whore’s taloned grip on her hair was vicious. From the way she held it near her scalp and with a torsion that caused agony without any pull, it was obvious that she had experience controlling another woman by her hair. The very least of movements caused the pain to almost double, ensuring total obedience of the victim. Nat was forced to bend over at the waist with her head kept low, about level with the whore’s barely-covered buttocks. She couldn’t do anything but follow the cruel tug wherever Trish wanted her to go. That whore-jitsu hold of hers would for sure not be found in any regular martial art, but it was quite effective nevertheless.

Even now, in her vulnerable and shameful state, Natalie couldn’t help but wince as the arrogant whore clomped around on her floor, placing her booted feet down with firm steps that sounded too loud in her ears. In the bent-over position she had been forced to adopt, with waves of pain raking her scalp, she was forced to look down at every stride those scuffed red leather thigh-highs took as they marched onward at a punishing pace, unheeding of the marks their sharp boot heels might leave on the polished wood.

Without mercy, Natalie was dragged and shoved into her own bathroom and told to stay still, fighting the tears that mounted in her eyes. Being molested by a male brute was one thing, but when it happened at the hands of a mere harlot, shorter than herself at that, the pain and shame was even more humiliating.

Kayla brought in a chair from the kitchen and placed it in front of the bathroom mirror, then helped push Natalie down on it so that she could see herself as she was being worked on. This was going to be so much fun! Kayla felt like a little girl getting to play with her mother’s makeup tools, except this scene had a dark, sexual undertone to it that made her loins quiver with anticipation.

“First, we’re going to have to do something about that rat’s nest you call a hairstyle,” Trish began, raking her long-nailed fingers through Nat’s hair, all the way down to her scalp.

“You haven’t been out much in the past decade, have you? There’s this thing called fashion, you know. But I guess you didn’t get that memo. I bet you wish you had hair as nice as mine, though, don’t you?” Trish bragged, pulling and yanking at the long, brown curls on top of Natalie’s head as if taking a measure of their integrity.

Well, that insult sure backfired, bitch! Natalie thought. She had always had great-looking, natural chestnut brown, lustrous hair, if a bit unruly at times, while Trish’s was a complete joke; a bleached, messy cut with a ridiculous amount of hairspray added to it that must make it the ugliest haircut in the civilized world. To think that her style could be improved on by mimicking that trashy whore was as ridiculous as it was degrading. But the whore didn’t stop her taunting. Again and again, Trish’s mocking voice appeared at Natalie’s ear, goading her with every word.

“So why don’t me and Kayla give you a little makeover, hun? Maybe get you to look a bit more like me, mmm? Bit of class, bit of sex appeal? How about that? Yeah, that’s OK, you can thank me later. I know just the way for you to show your slutty gratitude with that pretty face.”

Natalie balked. She would rather have been shaved bald than look like that cheap, back-alley slattern! Alas, in her current situation, no way out was in sight. Trapped between the obnoxious whore and her erstwhile friend Kayla, with Joe’s bulky frame looming at the door as if to guard the only exit, she felt, and was indeed, trapped.

While the strong, dusky Kayla stood behind the seated Natalie, ready to shove her back down on the chair if she so much as dared to move in the wrong direction, Trish was rummaging through all the drawers of her victim’s bathroom, throwing down everything onto the floor, careless of what she broke or spilled, until she found what she had been looking for: the slut’s makeup kit. She smirked at what she found. There were only discrete, natural colors in there, nothing flashy or glittering like the stuff she knew most of her customers preferred.

“Why do you even waste money on such useless crap? Pfft...That’s beyond me. Those drab colors couldn’t even be seen!” With a crash, Natalie’s makeup kit joined the rest of the mess on the tiled floor.

“Good thing I always bring my vanities with me wherever I go. Never know when you need to refresh your face or fix those grown-out roots, you know?” Trish glanced over at Kayla’s thick black hair and shrugged. “Oh, I guess you wouldn’t know, huh?”

Kayla just gave her a stony look. The blonde bitch seemed to enjoy hearing her own voice too much. She didn’t like Trish, but she was much too excited about what they were doing to Natalie to care about the white whore’s annoying antics for now.

“By the way, I watched that kinky movie you made with Joe. Is it true that you’re a Fed? I fucking HATE cops!” Trish screamed so loud into Natalie’s ears that the agent recoiled in her chair, prompting Kayla to tighten her grip on her shoulders.

Natalie fumed. It looked like Joe had already boasted that damned video to half his address book! She wondered with trepidation how many more strangers would be privy to her most private sexual fantasies before this night was over.

At the mention of cops, Kayla gave Trish a sideways glance. It would seem that Joe had not informed Trish about her profession, and she thought it might be wise to let things stay that way, at least for tonight. That might also make it easier for her to keep an eye on the crazy whore and make sure she didn’t get out of line. Yes, Kayla wanted to punish and humiliate Natalie for her unforgivable behavior in the past, but she did not want to cause any permanent harm to the woman. Well, at least nothing too conspicuous…

“Answer me! Are you a pig?” Trish demanded.

Natalie felt the whore’s fingers tighten in her hair and thought about how to answer. She was in a vulnerable position and did not want to goad the bitch any more than she already had. At the same time, she felt that she needed to make a stand for herself at some point, and not allow this skanky whore to run her over. Apparently, she was taking too long to decide on her reply.

Trish reached down and grabbed Natalie’s face, squeezing both of her cheeks to force her to look up at her. The whore glared at her, a very different look now present in her hard eyes.

“I said, is it true cunt? Are you a pig? You’d better tell me right now, or I’ll...”

“Yes, I’m a cop! A Federal Special Agent, in fact, and, good news for you, I have no love for whores either. Nobody retains you here. Why don’t you get the fuck out of my home, and greet your pimp for me once you get back to that filthy back alley you crawled out from!” Natalie finally responded, quite proud of herself and her ability to deliver a verbal retaliation.

At those words, Trish exploded. Her long-nailed hand became a blur as she whipped it across the agent’s snotty face again and again, slapping the insolent bitch senseless, much like her pimp liked to do with her when she failed to bring in her share for the night. When her arm grew tired, she stopped the barrage and smiled with satisfaction at the reddened, and far more humble face now presented before her. Putting the law where it belonged was a rare treat for a woman like her, who usually ended up with the short straw in such confrontations, and she felt herself grow wet at the sight. That reminded her of a more acute need she had been harboring for some time now. Pulling Natalie off the chair and down onto her knees, she lifted her mini-skirt and yanked down her panties mid-thigh. Shoving her bared pussy into the agent’s face, she gloated in her position of power.

“Since you’re so keen on wagging that bratty tongue of yours, you can use it to clean me out. I’ve been on the clock without a break since last night, and my pussy needs a good washing out. So get to it!” Trish ordered with a firm knuckle rap on the back of Natalie’s head to push her face closer to the presented, messy cunt.

It had all happened so fast and so unexpectedly. Nat had not seen it coming. Her face ached from the barrage of hard slaps it had absorbed, and suddenly she found herself trapped between the chair’s backrest and the filthy vulva of an overused whore. She tried to back up but could not get away. Trish’s firm hand kept her head from retreating as she pushed her naked mound against Nat’s face. The smell of that fishy, unwashed, cum-filled vagina was overpowering, and she grimaced in disgust.

It was too much. Licking Jade’s pussy had been a dream experience compared to this nasty, rotten clam, oozing with diseased discharge and the dead sperm of 24 hours’ worth of unknown clients, kept warm only by the well-used body in which it had been deposited. Nat turned her face aside and moved to push the whore’s hips away. She had hardly begun to lift her arms when they got caught in twin grips of steel and yanked backward over the backrest, her elbows almost forced to meet. Kayla was a strong woman, reminding her of Jade’s implacable power, and the way she held her down deprived Natalie of all leverage. At the same time, Trish grabbed her hair in that same vicious hold as before, taking control of her brown-haired head.

The pressure on the back of her skull increased, and the whore began to grind her crotch against Natalie’s upturned face, smearing it with the leaking sperm of countless Johns mixed with her own messy vaginal secretions. Natalie squirmed and tried to free her arms, but Kayla’s hold only grew tighter and more painful in response. Trish continued her degrading humps, grinding Natalie’s nose up and down her slit, pushing it into her loose vagina, and using it to titillate her clitoris, which Nat could see had been pierced with a tacky silver bar in the shape of a miniature penis. Was there any part of this filthy hooker that wasn’t pure trash? She wondered.

“That’s it, get in there! Let me feel that cop tongue do its rightful work,” Trish urged. “You coppers wanna clean up the streets, don’t you? Well, you can get started on that job by licking out the filthiest cunt this side of town.”

As she felt the sticky residue of a full day’s worth of streetwalking ooze down her face, Natalie panicked. Who knew how many STDs this overused whore carried and which may right at that very moment be transferring to her own body? She could feel her adrenaline start to pump as her body geared up its instinctive defenses, but still, her every attempt at wriggling free was being thwarted.

“Oooh, yes, keep doing that! I love it when you struggle. It makes me feel powerful. You know the feeling, right, pig? It’s that same rush that gets you off every time you bust some innocent worker on the street,” Trish spat.

The whore continued to move her sex up and down against Nat’s face. Her pussy was shaven bald, showing off her engorged labia in stark detail. The meaty flaps were quite large, dangling low as if stretched by overuse, and glistened with dubious moisture. Between them, her vagina was gaping wide, oozing with more sperm.

Suddenly, something snapped within Natalie. Her tolerance levels, having been overtaxed for far too long, finally burst at the seams, warping her mind and body into a feral rage. It was as if all of the pain and humiliation of the past few days and weeks had converged on her all at once, pushing her into a state of fight-or-flight like that of a cornered animal. She went berserk, throwing all she had at her captors, be they friend or foe, in a wild attempt to break free; punching bellies, kicking kneecaps, smashing jaws, and clawing at faces, all the while screaming at the top of her lungs in wordless, senseless fury.

For a moment, she even slipped out of Kayla’s grip, the sturdy officer taken by surprise at the ferociousness of her friend’s attack. Natalie landed a few good punches at both of her captors, spitting and hissing like a first class catfight contestant before Kayla managed to once more contain her, this time within an efficient choke hold that quieted her down to a mewling, gurgling mess.

“Hold the bitch!” Trish shrieked, terrified at the savage display she had just witnessed and the way she had narrowly avoided being sliced and diced by the crazed agent. Still, she had taken a hard hit to the ribs during the outburst, which would leave a nasty bruise. That was bad for business. The bitch would pay for that!

“Just keep her like that. I have something to cool her down,” Trish said with an evil smile, opening her glittering purse of wonders and pulling out a syringe. Natalie’s eyes went wide at the sight. What was she going to do with that thing? That needle did not even look clean. She could see some residue sticking to its length with traces of dried blood around the tip from its previous user. The dirty hooker had probably shot up plenty of times in some dank back alley using that very tool.

“No! You’re not putting that in me!” she protested in a strained voice. Kayla had let up some on her deadly choke, but she still held Natalie far too tight for her to escape, taking no chances with her after that recent, and quite violent, show of defiance.

Trish took out a small vial containing some brownish liquid and stabbed the needle into it, drawing the contents out and filling the syringe about halfway up. She made sure to hold the instrument at such an angle that the pig could see what awaited her.

Natalie tried to kick at the whore, eyes locked on that sharp needle in her hand, and desperate to keep it away from her. Whatever happened next, she could not let that stuff, whatever it was, enter her bloodstream.

“Stop that! Don’t do it! I’ll be good. Don’t stick that thing in me!” she begged, now truly terrified.

Unmoved by the agent’s plea, Trish would not have backed down from her threat and would have gladly shot the troublesome bitch full with the special concoction she knew would cool her down, had Kayla not intervened at that point, placing a hand on her forearm and shaking her head.

“I won’t let you inject her with a dirty needle. That’s too dangerous.”

Trish pouted. “How about some coke then? White, upper-class bitch like her has to have snorted up before, right?”

Kayla pondered this alternative for a moment and then nodded. “Rub some into her gums, that will do the trick.”

Natalie struggled again, trying to break free from Kayla’s iron hold, but the cop squeezed her throat tight and her vision grew dark and blurry, stealing all the fight from her.

With a gleeful smirk, Trish got to the task. Pulling out her stash of street drugs from her purse, she singled out a tiny bag of white powder and dipped her little finger into it after giving it a quick lick. She then bent over the struggling agent, who was still restrained by Kayla’s strong arms. Grabbing Natalie’s chin, Trish peeled back her upper lip with her thumb and rubbed the coke into her gums with her dusted little finger, applying it just over the line of those perfect, classy white teeth.

Natalie tried to resist, to turn her face away, but her head and neck were held in a vise grip, trapped between Kayla’s strong arms and full bosom. She could do nothing but frown and glare and beg with her eyes as her lip was pinched and stretched up. The white powder was smeared over her defenseless gums. She tried reaching up with her tongue to lick the drug off, but that was of little help. If anything, it might just have made things worse.

Within seconds, the narcotic hit her system. Having never taken anything near as powerful as cocaine, Natalie was terrified of its effects on her body. But she soon found herself swimming in a blissful, euphoric state, bathing in light and strength and confidence of a potency she had never before experienced. For a moment she just sat there, safe within Kayla’s loving embrace, surrounded by the brightest, most enveloping sunlight she had ever seen or felt, basking in the chemical glow of her high with a big, stupid grin on her face. This was heaven.

Then she felt herself become hyperactive, fighting with renewed might against the powerful arms holding her down. She had to move! She wanted to run, to jump, to dance around, to fight. Every muscle in her body needed to twitch, pump, and exercise.

Kayla had to strain her bulging arms to keep Natalie in place, but with her superior strength and technique, she had no real trouble pinning the tripping agent to her seat. Mere minutes later, it was over, and Natalie slumped as her high came to an end, her head falling back to rest on Kayla’s belly.

“That was intense,” Kayla remarked. “What the hell did you give her?”

“Oh, don’t worry. It was just some coke like you suggested. It’s my pimp’s special brand, though. He calls it ‘Flare’. You know, because it makes you flare up and see bright lights, plus it’s so intense. The first trip is always the best. She’ll want more now. Once you’ve tasted Flare, there’s no going back. Trust me, I know.”

* * *

For the next half hour, while Natalie sat stock still in the chair, Kayla and Trish fussed around her with first scissors, then a shaver, and then a peroxide hair dye kit. Lulled by the drugs churning through her system, Natalie did as she was ordered and just sat there with the lingering taste of well-used whore cunt in her mouth as the two females went to work on her luscious hair, shoving her head this way and that and yanking on the silky tresses to get her head angled in the position they wanted.

Natalie was half-conscious, her vision blurry, her mind trying to focus. Her body felt like it was made of lead and would not obey her. Coke! She gave me coke! That terrifying thought churned in her head, mixed with the last remnants of the drug-induced visions. She vaguely realized they were dyeing her hair, but since they had turned her away from the mirror, she could not see herself and evaluate the damage. The strong chemical smell of peroxide wafted around her, adding to her fear.

“Should we cut it all off? She’d look better with a cue ball on top,” Trish suggested with a giggle.

Natalie blinked. The words hit her ears like augers, forming horrible visions in her drugged mind of her head bald and looking like a freak. She grimaced, her mouth gaping, but deep in the throes of her first comedown she was unable to let out more than a soft moan. The female voices behind her kept drifting in and out of her mind, and she had trouble determining who was saying what to whom.

“What about her dyke friend, that Piranha bitch? You know her?” Trish asked.

“I’ve heard about her, yes, but I don’t know her real name. It’s classified, I think,” Kayla replied, a wary note to her voice as if the topic made her uncomfortable.

“Yeah, Joe showed me a photo of that bitch. She looks badass, but I hope he takes her down. Did you know she killed some of his friends and put his cousin in the joint? Yeah, she did, and Joe says this bitch here is to blame for that!” She emphasized the finishing statement with a slap to Natalie’s head.

As usual, Trish was letting her mouth run. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Natalie realized that the whore’s unintentional revelations might be important information that she should file away for later, but she found it hard to remember why.

“That’s right, pig. I’m talking about your hired muscle. Wanna look like her?” Natalie received another slap to the side of her head, informing her that she was being addressed.

“We could shave the sides of her head and leave a bit of blonde fluff on top. That would look funny! What do you think, Kayla?”

Natalie’s eyes bulged wide open as she once again tried to speak and struggle, only to remain limp like the drugged puppet she had become.

“What about it, slut? Want to look like your idol, or should we take it all off?” She emphasized the threat with a sharp snip of the scissors right in front of Natalie’s stricken face.

Even though she could not speak nor resist, the expression of horror on her face must be easy to read. Her long hair was her pride, as it had always been; the result of years of care and nurturing. It was one of the few ways she had of expressing her femininity and now that fucking whore wanted to take it from her! And she couldn’t believe that Kayla was going along with all this. What was up with that? She couldn’t help but feel betrayed by her longtime friend and compatriot. Whatever had happened between them in the past did not warrant this much animosity. Natalie didn’t at all like the way the two of them—whore and cop—seemed to have become fast friends, united in their desire to shame and ridicule her. Her only consolation was that she thought she had detected a note of disdain in Kayla’s face whenever she looked the whore’s way. It was hard to think straight. The drugs churning in her system were making her slow to react and dulled her senses to a drawl.

She must have dozed off, because the next time she opened her eyes, it was to see an abominable version of herself in the mirror; an image of her own imbecilic face that she barely recognized. The coke had made her eyes appear glazed and unfocused. Much of the sharpness that she was used to seeing in them—that bright spark reflecting her intellect—was gone. Her skin looked pale and drawn, smeared in patches with the whore’s dried juices and stale cum. As if to complete the picture of a drugged moron, a thin line of drool ran from the corner of her mouth. And, of course, her once beautiful, rich chestnut brown hair was now dyed a bright platinum blonde that looked awful on her. The effects of the drug would fade in time, she knew. At least she hoped it would. But the dyeing was permanent. She felt like the stereotypical hair color alone lowered her perceived IQ by 10-20 points.

At that point, Joe, having tired of listening to the three girls playing hairdresser, popped his fat mug into the bathroom and barked,

“Alright cunts, you’ve had your fun. Now it’s time for mine. I need you to get to work, whore. I didn’t bring you here to lounge around with your girlfriends. How much for a blowjob? Still a hundred?”

Trish straightened up her posture, put on a serious face, looked over at him, and nodded.

“Pay the woman, Swann. You’re the hostess of this party, remember? Gotta show some respect for your guests, as well as for your hired entertainment. By the way, I like you better as a blonde. It suits your slutty nature, brings out your bimbo side.”

Bimbo! Without knowing it, Joe had just confirmed Natalie’s perception of herself as a blonde bimbo, and it hurt. It was a word and behavior she had always despised. Many of the choices in her life had been made in an effort to place her at the opposite end of the spectrum. She glanced again at the mirror and had to admit her new hair color had shifted the balance. Bimbo was now what people meeting her for the first time would think of her; that she was some air-headed slut wasting time and money on attracting men’s attention. How many of them would even bother talking to her to check who she really was? A tear pearled at the corner of her eye and she had to blink furiously to make it disappear.

With his piece said, Joe turned around without waiting for an answer, expecting his orders to be obeyed to the letter. He went back to his couch-slouching, pulling down his sweatpants and stroking his cock in preparation for the upcoming show. From what he remembered of the last time he had made use of her, Trish the Whore was quite good at giving head. For that price tag, she’d better be giving my cock the royal treatment.

With a shaking hand, whether from the lingering drugs in her system or from the sheer outrage she felt, Natalie reached for her wallet and pulled out two fifty-dollar bills. Trish snatched them from her fingers so fast that they were gone before she could blink. Stuffing the money into her bra, she gave Nat a superior grin before turning on her heels and strutting out of the bathroom after Joe.

Having to pay the whore out of her own purse for the humiliating treatment she had just been given in her own home was just too much. Not to mention the lewd delights that Trish was about to provide her fat nemesis with for his explicit enjoyment, a service she had not the slightest wish to sponsor.

Having been paid for her services, Trish went into full hooker mode, applying a sexy, well-practiced smile to her glossy lips and swaying her hips in a classic streetwalker gait as she sashayed over to where Joe was reclining on the sofa. As she reached him, she bent over and placed her hands on his thighs, spreading them apart to make room for herself as she sank down to her knees before his seated form. Eyes fixed on his big cock, she scooted forward until she was positioned just right for what she was about to do. Then she leaned down, parted her pink-painted lips, stuck out her tongue, and gave the underside of Joe’s semi-hard shaft a long, slow lick from base to tip.

Natalie tried to stand on wobbly legs but found that she needed the support of Kayla’s sturdy frame to move with any semblance of efficiency. Together, the two of them made their way toward the living room and the sordid business that was no doubt going on in there. She tried to say something, tried to ask her big friend why she was going along with all this and showing such enmity toward her, but could not find the words, nor express them. Whatever explanation Kayla had for her actions, if any, would have to wait. For now, she just wanted all these people out of her apartment so she could lie down and get some rest. …and let these damn filthy drugs clear out of my system.

The sight that met the two law enforcers as they entered the living room gave them both pause and made them hold at the doorway. Natalie wrinkled her nose in disgust at what was happening on her sofa, which had never been used for a more despicable purpose. There they were; trashy whore and fat blackmailer, fused together in smutty union. Trish was already on her knees, immersed in the luxurious blowjob she was giving the seated slob, who had his head tilted back and an insolent grin plastered on his ugly pig face. He seemed to be reveling in the pleasure bestowed on him, and with good cause. That whore may be a bitch, but when it came to sex, she knew what she was doing.

Trish offered Nat a languid, sidelong glance from under heavy-lidded eyes filled with lust while she kissed and licked the fat cock before her—the same cock Natalie had been made familiar with under so many unfortunate circumstances. It felt weird to see someone else sucking it now, as if another woman had just stolen her husband. That was a ridiculous thought. She must be high on that spiked coke still.

Trish got back to sliding her tongue up Joe’s shaft, coating it with her saliva. When it was slick with her spit, she began to slide her fist up and down the now erect length, giving it a thorough massage between her slender fingers. She did not seem the least bit perturbed by Joe’s body odor or state of uncleanliness. No doubt she was used to her clients being in a less-than-pristine state, but even so, her lack of revulsion, whether acted or genuine, was impressive. Natalie was stunned into silence watching the action, torn between disgust and anger at the filthy scene playing out before her eyes.

“Get over here agent. Now’s your chance to watch a pro in action,” Joe said, bringing Nat out of her daze. “Who knows, maybe you can learn a trick or two to improve your own cocksucking skills, which frankly… suck.” Joe guffawed at his own lame joke and placed a hand on the back of Trish’s head, urging her to go deeper, which she did without visible effort. The whore seemed to lack a gag reflex as well, which should not have surprised Natalie, but she still stared at the sexy performance with renewed awe. She had never seen another woman suck cock before. Well, in porn, of course, but never in real life. And she had definitely not been part of a threesome. Except for that one time in college…

“Come on, sluttycakes! There’s room for you down there. Get on your knees and show us what you can do with that classy mouth.”

Sucking off Joe in front of Kayla and this filthy whore? That was a new low, and one she was not keen on accepting. But she knew her duties by now, on account of her blackmail contract if nothing else. On top of that, Kayla still seemed eager to punish her further as she felt the strong cop’s hand on her back, pushing her forward.

“That’s right, come join your blonde friend here, down by Uncle Joe’s feet where you belong. You both look like twins now.”

Now that was an insult if ever there was one. Trish may have been pretty once, but that time had long since passed, and she could not hold a candle to Natalie’s natural beauty. She felt sure that was at least part of why she had been so badly treated by the whore; Trish being jealous of another woman’s better looks. It was a common trait among prostitutes, she knew.

Encouraged by Kayla’s firm hands, Natalie did not resist as she was made to kneel on the carpet by the couch. Trish moved aside with a cold look to give the newcomer room to share in her ‘fun’. Struggling with her weary mind, Nat felt a strong pressure on the back of her head, pushing her face right down against the slob’s hairy, sweaty testicles.

“Oooh, yeah! Lick my balls, whore… that’s it, use that tongue. You too, Trish, suck me harder.”

The switching up of roles in his words had not escaped Natalie. Being called a whore while pleasuring cock in the company of a proper prostitute—whom he referred to by her real name no less—was a new level of degradation she had never thought she’d experience. But she had long since ceased to be amazed by that pig’s inventiveness when it came to making insults.

Joe put one firm hand on each girl’s bobbing head, guiding their mouths to where he wanted them. Their blonde heads looked almost identical now that they had that same cheap platinum tone—his favorite color, as it reminded him of his precious late wife Margaret. But as great as two hot, loving mouths felt on his cock, he wouldn’t mind a third. Glancing up from the two cocksucking females on his lap, he found Kayla standing to the side with her arms crossed, observing the scene with a curious expression on her stoic face. It took a while before he managed to make eye contact with the tall policewoman, who seemed enthralled with the action going on at his crotch. When their eyes did meet, she blanked her features with a visible effort before giving him a hard stare.

“Wanna join the fun? Come on, big girl, you know you want to,” Joe goaded. “For my part, I sure wouldn’t mind having those thick lips of yours wrapped around my cock alongside these two blonde beauties. I bet you’d make a great cocksucker, officer.”

Kayla winced at the crude words directed her way. As far as she was concerned, this whole thing had gone far enough already, and she wasn’t keen on getting involved any further. Or was she?

“Thank you, but I think I’ll pass on that. I’ll be waiting outside while you three…do your thing,” she said, a bit flustered at having been caught staring, and then gathered herself and walked out of the room. The last thing she heard before pushing the door shut behind her was a lewd chorus of female moans and male grunts, intermixed with the wet sloppy sounds of mouths pleasuring a hard cock. It made her shiver.