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"Stung"
Story codes: nc MF beast sm

By Orestes

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   " I don't give a fuck who she's with, I'm checking her for a wire. "
   Tamara's head was clouded with the hazy euphoria of heroin, but even
in this state, her body tensed at Tony's words. It was hard to know how
to react. Nobody can teach you this sort of thing. If she complained
too much, they'd think she was wearing a wire, no matter what they
found. If she didn't protest at all, it would seem even more
suspicious. She settled on a middle course.
   " Hey, Rabbi, you gonna let this guy talk about me that way ?"
   The older man smiled.
   " Take it easy, Tamara. He's just got to be careful, on account of
all the shit that's going down. If Tony wants you searched, that's the
way it's gotta be. "
   That was settled. If Rabbi said that they could search her, she'd
have to live with it. She had to do what he said around here.
   " So what do you want to see ?" Tamara asked Tony.
   One of his friends answered instead. " I'd settle for a good look at
her tits, " the man said, leering openly. He was a middle-eastern man,
probably Iranian. Rabbi nodded for Tamara to comply.
    This was the scene that Tamara had been waiting for. If it meant
that he had to show her tits to these guys, she was willing. It was the
first time that Joe 'Rabbi ' Rubini had let her stick around while the
boys were over. The fact that Tony was suspicious of her wasn't
unusual. His reputation pegged him as borderline neurotic about
security. She was amazed that he wasn't demanding she leave.
   " All right, " said Tamara, beginning to unbutton her blouse.

   Tamara Ross couldn't help but mentally review the events that had
brought her here. She had to remind herself why she was doing all of
this.
   " You can't get in... going undercover into a criminal organization
is a job for a man. " Tamara's supervisor had been adamant.
   " Look, you said yourself, these guys are suspicious of any new
guys. They've all watched 'Donnie Brasco' enough times to be paranoid
about any wise-guys they don't know. I think we should come at it from
a whole new angle. "
   " These guys have no respect for women, " Cecil argued. " It's a
man's business. They would never allow you to participate in anything.
I'd be surprised if they let you hang around while they discuss
anything important. Besides, how the hell would you get in ?"
   That was her opening. She had this planned out.
    " I happened to go to school with Josh Rubini. We even dated for a
while, so I got to know the family. "
    Josh had been killed in the crossfire of a recent mafia slaying.
Tamara could see the wheels spinning in Cecil's head. Perfect.
   " It wouldn't be out of place for me to show up at the funeral. His
father, Joe the Rabbi, still does some of the books for the family. If
I can get in with him, I'm sure I can get some important information. "
   Cecil was still shaking his head.
   " And how are you going to get close to this guy ?"
   " Maybe I can be of some comfort to the old man, if you catch my
meaning. Don't worry, intelligence says that the old guy is impotent.
He just likes to have women around to keep up appearances. "
   " I'm still not sold on the idea. "
   Tamara wanted this badly. This is the kind of assignment she had
been itching for ever since she trained as an agent. Instead, she been
stuck will low-level crap. Window dressing, really.  She would say
anything to get a decent assignment.
   " Look, Cecil, I'll be careful. I'll check in every week. First sign
of trouble, and I'm out of there. "
   Of course, they both knew that her assurances were false. Every
successful undercover agent had given her the same story. The
supervisors want to hear you say that you'll be careful to cover their
own asses, but once you're in, it's the results they're after. After
you're undercover, it's a whole new game.
   You'd say anything and do anything to stay under. The stories she'd
heard were both exciting and horrific. For most of the agents, it meant
participating in the criminal activities of the organization they were
trying to infiltrate. Violence, drugs, weapons, ... whatever. For her,
well, she didn't know. Whatever it took to stay under. That was the
name of the game.

   So this is where she found herself, a month later. Pretending to be
some drugged up whore, and pulling off her blouse for Tony and his
Iranian friends. Rabbi often had her undress for him privately. He
might be impotent, but he still seemed to enjoy Tamara's naked body.
For that reason, she'd given up early on trying to wear a recording
device. Of course, she would never put anything about it in her reports
to Cecil. That would only open her up for ridicule by the guys at the
bureau.
   Another thing that didn't go into the reports was the drug use.
Early on, Joe and his immediate family seemed suspicious of Tamara's
motives. Why would a pretty young girl want to stay in a relationship
with an impotent old man ? It was becoming a problem. After she began
to accept his gifts of drugs and money, everyone seemed much more
comfortable about her motives.
   Actually, it made a pretty good cover. When Rabbi thought that
Tamara was doped up, he was a lot less cautious about what he said in
front of her. She could listen in on his end of phone conversations,
and pick out anything useful. Usually, she could dispose of the drugs
in private, but every once in a while, Joe insisted that she shoot up
in front of him. That's the way it had been just before Tony and his
friends arrived.
   " Hey, your girl has a nice set, Rabbi, " Tony said, admiring her
now exposed breasts.
   Tamara blushed. It was one thing to be naked in front of the old
guy, but it was humiliating for the agent to strip off her clothes in
front of the other three men. She was actually thankful for the way
that the heroin was numbing her anxiety. She always kept herself in
shape for the physical elements of the job, and she could see that the
men were enjoying looking at her tight body.
   " Let's see the rest of her, " the second Iranian man suggested.
   Rabbi nodded again. He was enjoying the show as much as the others.
Tamara unhooked her belt, and allowed her pants to glide down her legs
to the floor. One of the Iranians whistled as her shapely legs were
revealed. With the pants around her ankles, she was left wearing only
her panties. She hoped that it was enough to convince them.
   " I don't know, Rabbi, " declared Tony to the elder man. The big
Italian was making a game of this now, seeing how far Rabbi would let
him go. " I've seen cops hide wires in the smallest of places. Maybe we
should see under those panties. "
   Tamara looked to Joe Rubini, but he wasn't giving any sympathy to
his girl. Without further delay, she pulled her panties down to her
knees.
   " Turn around, " ordered Tony.
   " Bend forward, " added Reza.
   If the guys at the bureau could see her now, she'd never hear the
end of it. She bent forward to give the mobsters a view of her ass. She
tried to hold back the tears of shame. She'd have to be tougher than
that if she wanted to stay undercover. A lot tougher.
   " Bring your hands back, and spread your cheeks for us. Open up your
legs a bit. Give us a real good view."
   She followed his commands. Slowly, Tamara pulled her ass cheeks
apart to give Tony and the boys a good view of her tight hole. Bent
forward like this, now with her ankles apart, she was sure they had an
unobstructed view of her pussy too. She had heard stories from other
agents about when they were forced to strip, but she knew it was
nothing like this. She could feel the men's eyes roaming all over her
lewdly exposed body.
   As shameful as the position was, and as much as the whistles and
lewd comments about her body hurt her pride, she had to stay in
character. As far as Tony and the other guys were concerned, she was
just some stupid slut, who would do most anything to keep herself
supplied with drugs. She had to keep that illusion intact.
   " You've done good for yourself Rabbi, " Tony declared. " I ain't
seen an ass as sweet as that since high school. "
   Rabbi seemed pleased that the younger mobster was admiring his
woman. Despite his years of service, he was quickly falling behind the
younger man in status. Tamara's heart began to pound uncontrollably as
she listened to the men talk further.
   " What's mine is yours Tony. Any time you're visiting, Tamara will
be available as part of my hospitality to you. "
   " Are you sure ?"
   " I'm an old man, Tony. I can't do the things that a pretty young
woman like Tamara should have done to her. I'm sure she'll be happy to
do whatever you want, as long as you give her a little treat
afterwards. "
   Tamara couldn't believe what she was hearing. Not only was she
showing these creeps her body, but now Rabbi was giving Tony permission
to use her in exchange for drugs. The idea revolted her, but she
couldn't think of a reason to protest the arrangement. After all, that
was the premise of her relationship with Rabbi in the first place. To
protest it now would draw suspicion.
   " You're a kind man, Rabbi. Maybe she could give me a blow job while
we talk about business. "
   " Done. "
   Tony and his two Iranian friends took seat at the table. Tamara had
no idea what to do next. She wasn't sure they would let her walk away
now, even if she wanted to. Besides, that would end the whole
assignment. A month of letting Joe the Rabbi paw her naked body would
be for nothing.
   Do anything to stay under cover, she reminded herself. Reluctantly,
she dropped to her knees, and crawled under the table.
   Okay, I can do this, she told herself silently. At least he doesn't
want to fuck me. Yet.
   Tony unbuckled his belt, and dropped his pants. His big Italian cock
was already hard. He was seated across from Rabbi, with the two
Iranians on the other sides of the small table. She crawled up between
his legs and began to tentatively lick the underside of his prick.
   " Oh, she has a frisky little tongue, " he told his friends.
   Like the character that Tamara was playing, she felt like a complete
slut. She had only just met Tony in the last fifteen minutes, and she
was already under the table, flicking her tongue up and down his hard
shaft. A strange sense of arousal was buzzing through her body. She
tried to convince herself that it was just the role that she was
playing, or the effects of the injected drugs. Yeah, the drugs. That
must be it.
   " Your cock is making her wet, " said Rabbi. " I told you that she
wouldn't mind. "
   The old man had his hand under the table, and was fingering Tamara's
exposed pussy from behind. She tried to fight the sensations, but Rabbi
was skilled with his fingers, and was playing her perfectly.
   Better get this over with, she told herself. With an aptitude that
surprised even herself, she wrapped her mouth around the big tool. When
it reached the back of her mouth, she took a deep breath, and then
allowed his flesh to penetrate her throat.
   " Oh, she's good. I don't think I've ever had a girl take me that
deep. "
   Great, Tamara mused to herself. There's a skill that she could brag
about to the other agents. She could see the scene in her head... a
group of FBI agents bragging about their mastery of mafia etiquette, or
marksmanship, or perhaps their ability to speak Italian. What would she
have to say ? ' Well, Tony Carusso thinks I'm a great cock-sucker. '
   Tamara breathed rapidly through her nose. Rabbi's fingers explored
her wet pussy from behind, and to her ultimate shame, her body was
betraying her. She couldn't control the sensations of pleasure building
within her. She could only hope to bring Tony off before...
before...no, she didn't even want to think about it.
   " That's right, bitch. Keep those lips tight for me. " Tony was
really getting into it. One of his big hands came down and grabbed a
handful of her dark hair.
   It was a race now. She desperately wanted to get the big Italian off
before her own body came too close to climax. She tried to clear her
head of all thoughts, and concentrate on his cock. She tried not to
think about the fact that she was naked beneath the table, with her
panties around her ankles. She tried not to think about the two Iranian
men, who had pushed their chairs back, and were watching her suck cock.
She tried not to think about the humiliation.
   Especially not the humiliation of being fingered from behind by the
impotent old Rabbi, and the way she was pushing her ass back lewdly to
greet his fingers now. Where was her pride ?
   Tony's cock was throbbing in her throat. She could still bring him
off before her body did the unthinkable. She could feel her breasts
jerking and swinging beneath her as she bounced her head up and down
with desperation.
   " Mmmm... mmm " she groaned around his base of his prick, trying to
coax him to orgasm.
   " Oh, man, she's begging for it..."
   Tony was so damned close. The big head of his cock was swelling in
her throat. Her jaws ached from the effort. Just a little more, she
told herself. He can't hold on long.
   Just then, her orgasm ambushed her. It came on so quickly, and so
violently, that she completely released Tony's cock from her mouth with
a loud slurp.
   " Oh my god... oh my god... oh my god..." she squealed over and over
as the climax overtook her body and senses. Her hand was still firmly
planted around the base of Tony's cock, and as an afterthought, she
continued to jerk his saliva covered prick.
   He rewarded her with a warm stream of cum across her cheek. He was
cumming on her face, and enjoying it thoroughly.
   " Oh, yeah. Let me cum on your face, bitch. That's a good little
slut. Take it all. "
   His indecent words only heightened her continuing orgasm. Her whole
body shook uncontrollably as she buried her face in the lap of the big
Italian, and let him spill his cum across her lips, nose and chin.
   By the time Joe stopped fingering her pussy, one side of Tamara's
face was completely covered in Tony's thick sperm. Fighting back
revulsion again, she forced herself to lick the remaining cum from the
tip and shaft of the mobster's cock. While she continued to clean
Tony's cock, the conversation above the table turned to business.
Tamara strained to hear every word.

   When all was said and done, Tamara was actually able to collect some
good information for her report. Cecil was overjoyed. She had some
collected some contact names, and some dates of Iranian drug shipments.
It wasn't anything earth shattering, but it was enough for Cecil to
enthusiastically recommend that Tamara stay undercover.
   " That is, if you're still sure you can handle this, " he gave her
an escape hatch.
   " I can handle it. " said Tamara, with more confidence than she
felt. " Don't worry about me, sir. "
   She went away from her meeting with Cecil with mixed feelings. Yes,
she wanted to stay undercover. This was an important investigation, and
it would be a real feather in her cap if she could help to bring down
the Lombardi crime family. This was her first step in earning herself a
place amongst the most respected undercover agents in the bureau.
   On the other hand, she dreaded going back to Joe Rubini. How many
sex acts would she have to perform to maintain her cover ? How far
would Joe let it go ? She wasn't eager to find out the answers to these
questions.
   The internal argument raged while she drove towards Rabbi's urban
home, above a kosher bakery. No, she didn't want to submit to the
advances of his friends. But she couldn't help but think about how
sweet it would be to put these guys behind bars. Especially that pig
Tony Carusso. Once they were in prison, her time with Joe Rubini would
be a distant memory. It would all be worth it in the end.
   She hoped.

   The smoke was so thick in Rabbi's apartment, the mobsters didn't
even bother to draw the shades. A couple of the early arrivals for this
evening's meeting had come directly from an afternoon baseball game,
and were well on their way to drunkenness. They settled in, lighted up
some cigars, and ordered some Chinese food.
   Throughout the early evening, the room filled, until there were more
than a dozen men in the upstairs apartment. No sign of Tony Carusso.
That was a relief to Tamara. She didn't want to do a repeat performance
for the big Italian. So far, the other guys had left her alone. Sure,
there was the odd slap on her butt, or lewd comment, but it was nothing
that compared to the previous meeting. Mostly, Tamara was expected to
fetch drinks for the guys, and act perky. Rabbi seemed pleased by her
manner with his guests.
   She could definitely handle this. She was even getting some decent
information from the bits and pieces of conversations she could listen
in on while passing.
   One the whole, the evening was progressing quite well for Tamara.
Until Tony arrived.
   " Hey Tony... ya beautiful son of a bitch...how's it going ?" One of
the men announced Tony's arrival as he walked through the door.
Tamara's heart sank at the mention of his name. One by one, each of the
mobsters rose to greet the rising young star of the Lombardi crime
family.
   At first, Tamara thought that she might be able to avoid him, while
he socialized with his associates, but as soon as he saw her, he waved
her over with a gesture of his hand.
   " Tamara, come over here. I brought a little something for you. "
   Hesitantly, she approached him.
   " This stuff is going to knock your socks off, " he said, pressing a
small package of heroin into her hand.
   " Mmm... thanks Tony. I'll bet it's delicious, " Tamara responded,
and gave him a kiss on the cheek. " I'll save it for later. "
   " No. I want to see your face when you shoot this stuff. It's
dynamite. "
   God, he was putting her on the spot in front of all of these guys.
There was no way she wanted to shoot up now. It wasn't only the drugs
that she wanted to avoid. She knew what the exchange was. Drugs for
sex. He couldn't expect her to have sex with him right now, could he ?
   " Maybe we could find someplace more private..."
   " No. I'm sure my friends won't mind."
   She had no more excuses.  With only minor hesitation, she rolled up
her sleeve and prepared to shoot the drugs into her bloodstream.
   " Ohhh.... fuck..." she said, as she felt the heroin begin to tease
her brain. Tony wasn't kidding, this stuff was really potent. It hit
her fast, and her head spun with chemical pleasure.
   Now for the other part of the exchange. Tony pulled her with him to
the sofa. He sat back, and began to unbuckle his belt. He was
definitely showing off for the guys now.
   " How about hopping on for a ride ?"

   ' I don't know what I'm going to do, ' Tamara wrote in her private
journal. The reports that she prepared for Cecil were so full of lies
that it felt strange to put her actual thoughts to paper. ' I know I'm
losing my objectivity. Sometimes you'll see a gambler who just can't
walk away from a game. He's lost so much, that he feels like he just
has to win sometime. He knows he should walk away, but he just can't -
- - I feel like that gambler right now. '
   ' Every time I think about the things I've done to maintain my
cover, I feel sick to my stomach. I think about the first time I
straddled Tony Carusso's lap, in front of all those guys, and worked
his cock into myself. I remember how my head was spinning from the
drugs. God, I'm so ashamed of the way I bounced up and down in his lap,
with all the guys watching. The way I faked pleasure while he sat
underneath me, and reached his big hands up my blouse. '
   ' So I should walk away, right ? That's what I'd tell the gambler,
before he placed that final bet. I should walk away before I lose
myself. Several times a week, Rabbi brings over his friends. Each time,
I give a little bit more of my pride away. Each time, my body craves
the heroin just a little bit more. How long before I can't turn back ?
Before I become an addict ? '
   ' I talked to Nick Anderson at the bureau the other day. He's one of
the best there is. I had to ask hima question:
   " When do you know if you're in too deep ? When to bail out ?"
   " You don't, " he confided in me, in a quiet corner of the
cafeteria. " Jesus, Tamara, don't breath a word of this to anyone...
but I once killed a man while undercover. I was just playing my
character, and sometimes it's hard to draw the line. If I hadn't have
killed him, one of the other guys would've. But it got me in deeper.
Deep enough, eventually, that I was able to bring a lot of guys down.
But that's the thing, Tam. When you're in, you've got to do what it
takes. Whatever it takes. "
   ' It was like he was reading my mind. The only thing I think about
when I close my eyes at  night is bringing these guys down. That will
be my redemption. My salvation. If I walk away now, I don't know how
I'll live with myself... with the things I've had to do for these pigs.
If I walk away, the bitter taste of Tony Carusso will be on my lips
forever. '
   ' So I stay there. Playing the part of a drugged up whore.
Sucking... fucking... shooting up. But I listen. Even when they think
I'm too fucked up to remember what they say. I listen for names, and
dates, and locations. For dollar amounts and drug shipments. I can't
wait for the day that I can put Tony and his boys in prison. That will
make it all worth while. '
   ' It's ironic. As much as I detest Tony, he's my best link to the
more powerful members of the family. He invited me to a meeting with
his boss tonight. Rabbi warned me against it. "  You don't know how
insane these guys are, " he told me. " Stay here, and I'll take good
care of you. " Is he afraid to lose me to Tony ? '
   ' How could I possibly stay with him ? This life is killing me. Each
day, I crave the drugs more. The longer I stay with Rabbi, the worse it
will get. I need this chance. I need an opportunity to end this thing.
It's so close I can taste it. '
   ' Whatever the outcome... I think that this is my final bet. I'll
walk away from the table after this. '

   Tamara could feel her excitement growing. Tony's driver was bringing
them to the house of a prominent member of the Lombardi crime family.
Even Tony seemed nervous about the meeting. Tamara knew why he was
bringing her with him. She was like an offering to a more powerful
member of the family. If he was pleased by her, it would improve Tony's
status in the organization.
   He rested his hand between her legs, and felt up and down her inner
thigh absently. She was accustomed to his wandering hands. He liked to
have her sit on his lap over at Rabbi's place. Like a pet, that he
stroked and fondled while he spoke. At these times, she almost welcomed
his gentle touch.
   " You're sure you wanna go through with this ?" He asked her.
   How touching. It was the first time Tony had shown any concern at
all for her. Something in his tone even made her consider her decision
for a moment.
   " Yeah. No problem. As long as there's plenty of the sweet stuff,
I'm game. "
   She knew what card to play with these guys. As long as Tony only saw
her as a junkie, her cover was safe.
   The car stopped at their destination, a large house nestled amongst
ancient conifers. The leaves were turning, and glowed yellow and red in
the evening sun.
   Inside, security was tight. Despite Tony's increasing power within
the family, the guards searched him for weapons. Tamara was searched
too, but only briefly. With the tight clothing that she was wearing, it
would have been difficult to conceal a weapon.
   In the living room, six men were already seated. One of them rose to
meet Tony at the door. The other men listened quietly.
   " I'm glad you could make it, Tony. I'll introduce you to everyone
in a minute. "
   He gave an appraising glance to Tamara.
   " You brought a girl ?"
   Tony seemed much less assertive in the presence of this man.
   " Uh, yeah, Len. I heard that Paul likes a girl who's willing to
please. She's definitely willing. "
   " Is she okay ? "
   " Oh yeah, me and the boys have been partying with her for a couple
of weeks at Rabbi's place. She's an old family friend of his. Don't
worry, she's so wasted most of the time, she don't know if she's coming
or going. But the things she'll do for a couple of points, well, it
definitely makes her worth having around. "
   " A pretty little thing too. I'll bet that Paully is gonna like her
a lot. "
   Tamara had heard of Paul Lombardi. He was very near the top of the
family. She felt a chill go through her body. For the first time since
going undercover, she considered what would happen if she was
discovered as an agent. This was a guy who routinely ordered people
killed. Somehow, that made the whole thing more real.
   Len brought Tony around the room and introduced him to the other
guests. The names were all familiar to Tamara from her briefings at the
bureau office: Simon the Angel. Fuzz Malone. Tido Barone. The list read
as a virtual who's who of the Lombardi family.
   Tony seemed as nervous as she was. By the time Paul Lombardi finally
came into the room, Tamara's mouth was dry, and she was itching for
something to take the edge off. That part of her cover was becoming
less of an act each day. She craved the sweet kiss of heroin to calm
her growing anxiety. It was going to be hell beating the habit when she
finally pulled out.
   " Tony Carusso, this is Paul Lombardi. "
   " Good to meet you, sir, " Tony choked out.
   Paul was a tall man, but thin, with angular features. His eyes found
Tamara's body.
   " And who is this pretty thing ? "
   " This is Tamara, " Tony explained. " She's a very accommodating
girl, if you know what I'm saying. "
   His eyes were undressing her. " I'll bet I do. But first, we do
business. Perhaps Lenny can give her a little something to get her
started while you and I talk. We'll be back in a minute. "
   Tamara's heart was pounding loudly against the inside wall of her
chest. The encounter with Paul Lombardi left her breathless. This was
definitely her chance. If she played her cards right, this might be her
ticket into the inner circle of the mafia. No more nights spend in the
embrace of Joe Rubini. No more checking his trash for scraps of
financial records. Here, stakes were higher. If she could stay in with
these guys, she might get her big break, and bust these guys for good.
   " Hey, what's yer poison ?" Len asked her. He opened a bag full of
various drugs. Involuntarily, Tamara licked her lips. Over the last
couple of weeks, partying with Tony and his friends, she had plenty of
opportunity to try different drugs. She had actually sampled many of
them, in an attempt to avoid forming a dependency on a single drug. The
one she itched for, though, was heroin, and Len had plenty.
   By the time Paul and Tony returned to the room, Tamara was half way
to oblivion. Just this last time, she promised herself. Just enough to
get through this evening. Len also offered her a line of cocaine, which
she snorted without hesitation. If she was going to do this, she may as
well be fully loaded.
   " Would you like to do the honours ? " Tony offered to Paul.
   Tamara smiled. Somewhere through the haze of drugs, she knew they
were talking about her.
   " You don't know me, Tony, so I'll tell you this once. " Paul
responded. " I'm a married man, so I don't mess around with other
women. I just like to watch. Let's bring her downstairs, and you can
show me what she's good for. "
   Downstairs. Upstairs. Whatever. Tamara was flying so high, she
didn't care if they did it on a fucking bale of hay..
   She hung on to Tony's arm as they descended the stairs. It took her
a moment to register her new surroundings. Chains. Leather straps.
Paddles and whips of various sizes. Somewhere in her head, Rabbi's
warning about these guys rattled around. Insane, he had called them.
Something about this should be alarming her, she knew.
   " Strip, " Tony ordered.
   Tamara stumbled away from Tony, and tried, without much success, to
lift her tight cotton top over her head. She struggled to get a better
grasp on reality. She could hear the guys laughing. Her drug induced
stupor was amusing them. God, she wished she could clear her head, just
a little.
   Someone helped her out of her clothes. There were hands all over
her. Then she was on the floor.
   " Why don't you strap her down, " suggested Paul. Despite his
previous assurance that he was faithful to his wife, it was clear who
was directing the action.
   Tony pulled her forward to some leather straps attached to the
floor. First he attached her legs. The tight leather straps bit into
her skin just below her knees, fixing her into a kneeling position.
Tony pushed her down onto her elbows.
   " Wait... I don't wanna..." Tamara began to protest. Tony slapped
her across the face.
   " You had your opportunity to back out, " he hissed through his
teeth. He fastened the leather straps around her elbows, securing her
in a most unflattering position. Her ass was displayed fully for the
men in the room, while her nipples just barely touched the floor. They
could do anything they wanted to her now.
   Tony stood behind her. She could see his shadow on the floor.
   When he first struck her ass, Tamara was slow to respond. It took
her a moment to realized that the sting of the whip was real. When the
second blow came, there was no such delay.
   " Aaagh... " she cried out as the little whip grazed the sensitive
flesh of her upper thigh.
   With each successive blow, more reality seeped into Tamara's heroin
clouded brain.<whap> She was being whipped <whap> on her hands and
knees <whap> by Tony Carusso <whap> in front of a half dozen men. This
isn't the way it was all supposed to happen. She was an agent of the
FBI, for god's sake. She was supposed to be putting creeps like this in
jail, not satisfying their sexual perversions.
   " Aaagh... please... no more... I can't take it... "
   Tony finally relented. Tamara's ass was burning. Tears streamed down
her face.
   " Are you ready to be fucked ?" Tony taunted her.
   " Yes... anything... just don't whip me... "
   She could feel his cock brushing up against the painful flesh of her
ass. It was so humiliating. She was going to be fucked in front of some
of the most powerful underworld figures on the east coast, while tied
down to the floor, helpless to prevent it.
   Tony squirted something between the agent's ass cheeks. It felt oily
and warm, and even somewhat soothing on her sore flesh. Tony rubbed his
cock into it, and she felt his big knuckles rubbing up and down against
her ass as he slicked himself up. The haze in her head was slowing down
her mind..
   Why was he lubricating her ass cheeks ? Why was his cock poking
playfully into her rear end ?
   " Oh, Jesus, no... please... not there..." It finally clicked in her
head, but too late. He was already driving himself into her tight rear
hole.
   " No... please Tony, it's too big..."
   Her pleading was falling on deaf ears, she knew. Tony was trying to
impress his mafia superiors, and he wasn't going to show her any mercy.
   Tony stopped when he was half way in, and squirted her ass again
with the oil. The excess oil was dripping down the insides of her legs,
and collecting in warm pools around her knees. Tamara's ass felt so
full that she couldn't believe that Tony was able to ram himself in
further.
   " Mmmm... that's a tight little bitch. Have you ever taken it in the
ass before ?"
   " N-no, " Tamara answered honestly.
   " Oh, that's nice. I'm gonna fuck your virgin ass for all it's
worth. "
   He began to grind himself in and out of Tamara. She could feel his
balls rubbing up against her well oiled crotch, and the bitter sting of
his body slapping against her reddened ass cheeks.
   Tamara tried to fight through the pain. Every stroke renewed her
body' protest. Beyond the pain, though, there was only humiliation.
Degradation. Shame. She wanted out so badly.
   " Please... I don't belong here... I don't deserve this... " she
pleaded to Tony, as he continued to anally rape her. She was sobbing
openly now.
   " Shut the fuck up, bitch, " he told her, and slapped her ass
cruelly. He was really pumping her hard now.
   " You don't understand... " she didn't know what she could say next.
   Tony's body was signalling how close he was coming to orgasm. He
reached forward with one of his oily hands and fondled her hanging
breasts. She could hear the other guys cheering him on as he pounded
her ass with an increasing tempo, without mercy for her cruelly
stretched opening.
   " Please..." Tamara started again. She would say anything. Tony
shifted his body forward, his cock still buried within her, to listen
to her plea. She could feel his hot breath in her ear. " Please... I'm
not who you think I am... "
   Between sobbing her voice was small. She felt so vulnerable
underneath the big man. His rocking motion continued as he listened.
Tamara didn't know what to say to him. She just wanted this to end.
   " I'm an...FBI agent... " she sobbed quietly.
   At first she wasn't sure if he heard her. He continued to slide his
oiled cock into her tight passage.
   " I'm an F..." Tamara began to repeat. Tony's hand came around her
face, and covered her mouth. She could taste the olive oil on his
fingers.
   " Shut the fuck up... " he hissed into her ear.
   Confusion again. Why wasn't Tony stopping ? Her admission should
have stopped him cold. Why was he still fucking her ass ?
   " Hey Len, " he called over, " why don't we gag this bitch ?"
   An instant later, Tamara's mouth was filled with a rubber gag. Tony
latched it around the back of her head. Tamara tried hard to yell her
confession through the gag. Apparently none of the other men had heard
her. Tony's mouth was at her ear again.
   " Shut up, for god's sake... I'm trying to save your life. "
   The big Italian shifted his body back again, and began to saw the
full length of his cock in and out of Tamara's ass hole. Every thrust
felt like a jab to her stomach. His big hands held her roughly by the
hips. He was getting ready to deposit his cum into the FBI agent.
   " Oh yeah... that's right, you fucking whore... I'm going to cum in
your ass... are you ready for it... oh, Jesus, I'm cumming..."
   His cock exploded within her. The big head of his penis swelled as
he coated the insides of her bowels with his hot seed. He jammed
violently into her a couple of times while his balls continued to pump
their load into her. When he finally pulled free of the bound girl, her
ass made a lewd slurping sound as it released Tony's engorged cock.
   The degradation burned into Tamara's mind. She could visualize how
she looked, with her ass hole stretched open, dribbling a mixture of
Tony's cum and olive oil. Her entire backside would be striped with the
red marked of her whipping. With the straps on her knees and elbows,
and now the gag in her mouth, she would look the perfect submissive
slut, to be used any way these mobsters wanted.
   " Hey, why don't we let Rocko have a piece of that ? "
   She didn't know who made the suggestion, but she could hear Paul
Lombardi's voice in response.
   " An excellent idea. Any objections, Tony ?"
   Please, she begged silently. Please let him object. Tamara so
desperately wanted this night to end.
   " No problem from me. " Not that he really had a choice.
   He was standing in front of her now. She raised her head to look at
him with pleading eyes. Her face was moist from tears and sweat. Tony
looked down at her, and their eyes locked. What was it that she was
seeing in his eyes ? Pity. Yes. There was definitely sympathy in his
expression..
   And then there was surprise in his eyes, as he looked behind her, to
where Rocko was entering the room. The men laughed and cheered at his
appearance. Tamara tried to crane her neck around to see her new
tormentor, but couldn't catch a view. She looked up at Tony again. This
time his expression was clear. It was horror.
   Then she felt him. Rocko. He was mounting her the same way that Tony
had, from behind. One beast replaced by another. But as she felt his
body rubbing up against her, she realized why the men seemed so amused,
and Tony seemed so horrified.
   Rocko wasn't just another wise guy. He was Paul's dog.
   " Mmmmmph... nnnnnnph... aaangph..." Tamara screamed into the gag.
   This was too much for her. She struggled with every muscle in her
body to free herself from the tight leather restraints. Her struggles
only seemed to add to the amusement of the men in the room.
   She could smell the dog now, his big body directly on top of her,
his breath on her back. The animal was trying to fuck her. She could
feel its swollen penis poking into her crotch, trying to find the right
opening. His front paws were hooked around her hips, in the same rough
manner that Tony had held her only minutes before. None of her
struggles could shake the big dog off.
   " What's wrong, bitch ? Ain't you in heat right now ?"
   How could she have allowed herself to be reduced to this, she
wondered, as she sobbed with utter humiliation. These guys were going
to watch while she was fucked by a dog. It was the ultimate
degradation... to be used for the sexual gratification of Paul
Lombardi's labrador retreiver.
   " Don't worry, most of Rocko's bitches are a little reluctant, but
he's a good sport. He'll still enjoy filling you up with his doggy cum.
"
   Someone's hands were underneath her now, pulling open the lips of
her pussy. She screamed again into her gag as when she felt the head of
Rocko's penis being guided into her. The thick shaft was wet and hot,
and drove relentlessly into her body.
   Tamara could hear the men laughing and cheering, but the big dog
didn't need any encouragement. Once he was inside, his canine instincts
took over, and he began to fuck his partner with wild abandon. She
could feel the dog's body wrapped around her hips, and she could feel
his long penis probing the depths of her body. The full horror of the
situation became more apparent with every thrust.
   " God, Paully, that dog gets better pussy than I do, " one of the
men joked.
   The FBI agent buried her face in her hands. This is what she had
been reduced to. She had let it happen every step of the way. First the
it was Rabbi's roaming hands, then the drugs. Next it was Tony's cock
in her mouth, and later in her pussy. She could have backed out any
time. This is where it landed her. Being fucked by a dog in a mafia
leader's basement, for the amusement of his friends.
   Rocko was letting out little growls of pleasure as he fucked his
human companion. Tamara sobbed repeatedly as she felt the big knob at
the base of the dog's penis slipping in and out of her opening. It was
stretching her sensitive pussy to accommodate its width.
   The dog was going to cum inside of her, she knew. It was her final
humiliation, to be filled with the cum of an animal. She raised her
head to find Tony. For some reason, she thought that she might find
sympathy in his expression. She needed that right now. She had seen it
before in him. Why did he want to save her life ? Why did he even care ?
   He looked down at her with pity in his eyes. The dog was humping
uncontrollably. With a final thrust, the retriever buried himself into
his mate, the thick knob at the base of his penis pushing fully past
Tamara's entrance.
   " Mmmmffff..." She cried into her gag a final time, as the dog began
to fill her with copious amounts of semen. The knob began to swell
within her, causing a new source of discomfort. It would remain within
her, she knew, long after the dog was finished his orgasm. It would
hold Rocko's penis into her pussy, and extend her vile coupling with
the dog for perhaps a half hour.
   She buried her face in her hands again, and begged for this night to
end.

   Tamara waited outside of Cecil's office, trying to keep herself
composed. Every part of her body ached from the abuse of the previous
evening. Her muscles were sore from her struggles against the leather
straps, which had produced heavy bruising around her knees and elbows.
Her ass and pussy were raw and sore from the rapes. But the deepest
pain wasn't physical. No amount of showering could wash away her shame.
   She still had so many questions that she needed to ponder. Why had
Tony wanted to save her life ? Was he simply afraid that the other
mobsters would blame him for bringing an FBI agent into their midst ?
If that were the case, why had he seemed more sympathetic to her after
her admission ? What she had seen in his eyes was unmistakable. There
was a soul behind those eyes.
   Strangely, it was Cecil who had called the meeting. The message had
been on her machine when she arrived home. She hadn't even filed her
report yet, or even had time to reflect on the events of the previous
evening. Everything was still unclear in her head.
   Yes, she would have gone to see Cecil anyhow. She would definitely
be quitting the assignment. But why was he calling her in ? What was so
important that he needed to see her so quickly ?
   " You can go in now, " the secretary told Tamara.
   It took all of her strength to stand up from the comfortable chair
and make her way tot he office. What she needed, more than anything
else, was some rest. Some time to think.
   This was an odd meeting indeed. Tamara knew that as soon as she
entered the room. There were two other men besides Cecil. She didn't
give them a good look at first, preferring to let Cecil make the
introductions.
   " Tamara Ross, I'd like you to meet some people. This is a colleague
of mine, Norm Kenyon, from the New York office, and this is Tony
Portman, an agent under his supervision. "
   She reached out her hand to Norm Kenyon first, but her eyes locked
on agent Portman. The blood drained from her face. Norm Kenyon took
Tamara's extended hand.
   " Good to meet you miss Ross. I can see that you recognize agent
Portman. He reported to me late last night that he believed he had come
in contact with another agent in the field. Of course, both Cecil and I
were aware of each other's investigations, and it only took a phone
call to confirm your identity. "
   " Tony Carusso..." Tamara said, stunned.

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