DEA Spy's demise (For Nikigirl)

[EvilJ]

Okay, at looooong last, here's a story written for Nikigirl as a "Bazaar group" prize request. She asked for a few elements that I normally don't use (to quote her "I like extreme humiliation, mutilation leading to snuff") and some I LOVE (Quote again "gangrape. I like slow pace of the story"), so I set about writing until I came up with this tale. It might not be for everyone, but if it isn't your cup of tea... well... up yours, man. I wrote it for HER not you. Whaddaya think, the world revolves around you? And people talk about you behind your back you know. I've heard them.

Anyway. Here's for Niki. Enjoy your prize, baby:

DEA Spy's demise (For Nikigirl)

Nicki had made her way in with almost no trouble. She’d spent a few days partying with some of the gang to set up her cover; drinking with them and doing a little pot but always coming up with some excuse that kept her away from the hard stuff so she could keep her head screwed on straight. She’d flashed a tit now and again, but having established herself as Levon’s “girl” she never had to actually follow through with anything sexual. She didn’t even have to do Levon because he was the only one who knew who she really was- a deep cover DEA agent out to put them all in prison for a very long time. Levon was the man who had turned informer and pulled her in to get enough info to get him out safely with a wad tucked away.

She seemed perfect for this assignment. She was 29 years old but passed for 15, a hot looking red-head with huge tits- 42D- and thick legs and ass that distracted the “brothers” from asking anything about her. She only stood 4’10 and her body was a tempting maze of curves that dragged a man in immediately and left him stranded and helpless. Her cover- that of a teen runaway from the Midwest- was bolstered by the fact that Levon had brought her in for a fake I.D. so she could cocktail at a strip club owned by Omar. Everyone had believed Levon when he said she needed the I.D. because she was under age. That made it even easier for her to pass as having no history in the area and no criminal history to prove or disprove. The “fact” that Levon was doing an “under aged” White girl didn’t cause much trauma in their circle, but it did keep anyone else from actually trying to hit on her. No one thought it was worth the trouble. If they knew she was over 21, someone would have almost certainly have challenged Levon for her.

So Nicki was in and there was very little she had to do to prove anything to anyone. She would sit in on casual conversations about huge drug deals and take mental notes. Even better, she’d wear her MP3 player pretending to be listening to music while the men talked. What she was actually doing was recording their conversations. Later she’d upload them on her computer at the safe house and e-mail them to her captain. Most of the men who crossed her path were already looking at lengthy prison sentences now. Yet, she hadn’t gotten close enough to Omar to get anything. He was the real assignment. He was the reason she was here.

Omar Thomas was a true drug kingpin. His fingers were in every illegal deal in three major cities and he was involved peripherally in dozens of states. He had branched out and had moved international; dealing drugs, producing porn, kidnapping, laundering money and killing seemingly at will. The DEA had tried for years to find something on him, but he was too connected, too quick. He always seemed a step ahead of them. When Levon came to them, he might has well have been a gift from God. He was their ticket to this bastard.

Nicki answered her cell phone as she stood in the bar watching another deal go down. It sickened her that she couldn’t bust these thugs, but they’d have to wait. Now was just the time to gather info.

“Nicki”, it was Levon. He sounded excited. “I got a business meeting with him tonight. Him.”
Nicki ‘s heart almost skipped a beat. “Omar?”

“Yup. Brother wants to talk about making me a general. One of his boys said he’s likin’ my shit, the way I do things. Wants to talk to me personal.”

“This,” Nicki cooed, “is good.” She couldn’t wait to tear down this piece of shit.

“Gets better. It’s at a party. He says I can bring my girl. I’m headin’ there now. They’ll send a limo for you at 7:00.”

Nicki looked at her watch. It was 6:50. “Ten fucking minutes? Are you nuts?”

“Chill. They gonna have some clothes for you in the car. You want in on this or not?”

“Like I have a choice.”

“Cool. See you there“, and the call was over.

Nicki hung up and started to text her contact at the DEA when a huge black man approached her. She hid the phone in her cocktail apron.

“You Nicki, right?” He asked. “You Levon’s girl?”

“Ummm… yeah.” She answered trying to sound young.

“I’m your ride.”

“But Levon said I had about ten minutes”, she stammered.

“I’m early. Car’s outside. Omar don’t like to wait, especially on a first meeting. Come on.” The man had her upper arm and was walking her to the back door. He undid her apron when they were about to leave and tossed it in the room.

“Hey! My cell is in there!” Nicki protested.

“You ain’t callin’ no one when you at Omar’s party anyway. He don’t let people make calls on first meeting. Makes him nervous.” The man prodded Nicki out the door and to a stretch limo. There were packages in the back. He pushed her in the car. “Put that shit on. Then slide your clothes through the window to the front. You wear what Omar say on first meeting. That way, he don’t have to worry about bugs and shit.”

“Bugs? You think I’m wired? I’m not changing-“

Before she could finish, the man had backhanded her in the mouth. “Put. That. Shit. On.” Then he slammed the door. There was no handle inside. Her face stung from the hit and she had no way of calling for back up. Her best bet was to play along and change clothes. There was a homing device sewn into the band of her jeans and even if she changed the clothes would still be in the car with her. If she didn’t check in by 9:00, the DEA would home in on her. She just had to stay cool until then.

She opened the packages and wasn’t very surprised to find that Omar had selected a slutty outfit of “daisy duke” shorts that were about a size to small and didn’t cover her whole ass, a sleeveless tee-shirt that had been torn at the bottom to expose her belly, white cotton panties decorated with cherries and a matching cotton bra. The real surprise was that he had topped the outfit off with a pair of low top sneakers and frilly ankle socks. She scoffed. This fucker was really a pervert.

“What? Am I going to a party or doing yard work for a whorehouse?” She asked the driver sarcastically as they pulled onto the freeway.

“Change into it and push your clothes up here before I pull over and beat the shit outta you,” he answered simply. He never took his eyes off the road.

She complied. It would be worth dressing like a slut to see these men put away for life. When she slid her clothes to him, he wordlessly opened his window and tossed them out.

“What the fuck-,“ Nicki stammered. Her blood ran a little cold. The wire was gone. No one could trace her now.

“Omar’ll replace them later.” The man was casual in his answer. He pulled off the freeway and turned the car to head on the same road, but in the opposite direction. They hadn’t even been heading the right way up until now. They had really planned this out. The car drove on for about a half hour before pulling off onto an access road then into the middle of nowhere. It was all starting to make her feel more than a little nervous.

When the limo went up a dirt road to what looked like a large warehouse, she was panicked, but tried not to let it show. A large door on the side of the warehouse opened and the car drove in and she turned around in the seat to see the door slide close behind her. There was officially no way out. The car drifted into the center of the large structure and the driver shut it off and got out. He called out.

“We here!”

A door opened and a group of very large masked men came in, one of them pushing a wheelchair. There was a person in the wheelchair, but that person was completely covered with a green army blanket. A large bald Black man came in behind these men and moved past them until he was beside the wheelchair. He never averted his eyes from Nicki, who was still in the car. Without turning, he instructed the men to set up some chairs for his “guests”.

As Nicki watched from the captive position in the car, the men set up folding chairs, partitioning each one with cubicle walls. The effect was that they had set up several booths where anyone sitting in a chair had relative privacy because no one could look directly at that person. She noticed camera equipment hanging from the back wall and facing her at an angle that didn’t catch the booths or the far wall where the bald man stood, but did catch most of the rest of the room. Another group of men entered and Nicki recognized them instantly. They were leaders of drug cartels from all over the world. It was like a “who’s who” of organized crime. They all handed the man who had issued the orders envelopes as they entered and some exchanged a few friendly words with him before they were seated. They were positioned like an audience. And they were facing Nicki. This was not good.

“Get her,” the man commanded.

The men who had been doing all the work moved over and surrounded the limo. The men were huge and looming when they were close and one opened her door and pulled her out by her upper arm, half dragging her to the bald man. They surrounded her along the way.

“Hello, Nicki,” the man said.”Heard you wanted to meet me. I’m Omar.”

Nicki tried to look confused. There was still a chance that her cover wasn’t blown. “Is this some kind of a joke? Levon told me there was a party. What is this?”

Omar smiled. “Not a party so much as a show.” The men all laughed. “And you, Nicki, are the main entertainment. These men just paid me a bundle to see this show. You won’t disappoint them. I guarantee it. As for Levon-”

Omar snapped his fingers and one of the guards moved to the wheelchair and pulled the blanket off. Levon was sitting there. His face had been beaten to a pulp. He had slashes and burn marks all over every visible portion of his flesh. He was dead. The pit of her stomach fell out and her already pale skin turned ash white.

“You look surprised,” Omar smiled. “Did you think we wouldn’t kill him, Agent Blair? He was a rat. We kill rats. And we kill spies, too. DEA agents are spies.”

For the first time, Nicki felt truly vulnerable. She was standing before these men, dressed like a whore, unarmed. Her cover was blown and she had no back-up. It was a trap and she had been driven into the middle of it in a limo. She blindly turned to run, pushed one of the men aside in the process and kicked another in the gut. Her years of training made the blows solid and her desperation added force to her strikes. She ran for the sliding door that the limo had come through, not thinking what she would do when she got there. It didn’t matter. She was running scared and blind, her only thought being that of escape.

She made it about four steps before she was tackled to the ground from behind by one of the men. She landed face first against the concrete floor; her 4’10 frame crushed under the man who had to be at least 6’2 and hugely muscled. The world spun around her head for a moment, her breath crushed out of her by the big man’s weight. She could hear the men cheering like they were watching a sporting event and while it sickened her it also fueled her struggles against the man. She wriggled beneath him, her ample ass brushing his crotch and causing his cock to harden against her. She screamed in fear, anger and humiliation as the man grabbed her arms and wrested them behind her. Now she felt other calloused hands pawing at her arms and holding them in place. Rough hemp rope was being wound around her wrists, her elbows, her upper arms. She was being utterly incapacitated.

The bones in her arms seemed to grind together as she was being tied up her hands hurt and were freezing cold from the tightness of the rope. Soon she was on the floor, panting from the effort of fighting back, but securely and helplessly bound. Two of the men dragged her to her feet by her elbows as the crowd cheered in anticipation. Once she was upright, one of the men moved behind her and wrapped his beefy arm around her neck, pulling her off balance. The other man moved in front of her. He drew a huge knife from his belt and slid it slowly across the pale white skin of her face, causing her to freeze in terror. The sharp blade traced down her cheeks and journeyed down her neck, her green eyes following it on its voyage. He played the knife back up her flesh and twirled it in her hair for a bit, then reached out with his free hand and cupped her breast through her shirt. She bucked her hips frantically trying to extract herself from the iron grasp that held her fast, but to no avail.

“You… perverted… bastards!” She spat.”There’s no way in fucking HELL you’re gonna get away with this! You’ll all fry!”

This elicited laughter from the men in the chairs. One of them hooted like a rowdy frat boy. “Let’s see those tits!” He screamed.

Omar smiled smugly and shrugged. “Give the people what they want, I guess. But wait…”, he held up a hand. “Let’s make this interesting. Who wants a souvenir? Who’ll give me $100 for the lovely tee shirt our helpless guest Agent Nicki Blair is wearing today? $100. Be part of the action, fellas. Have something to take home with you.”

A grizzled old man held up his hand sheepishly. Omar walked behind his booth, took the bill and pocketed it. He nodded to the man with the knife who slid the blade under her tee shirt and slowly cut downward. The room fell silent. Then there was the sound of a zipper opening and Nicki could see one of the “audience members” pulling out his cock and massaging it to a full erection as he stared at her creepily. He started masturbating, leering at her as if she couldn’t see him doing it. She felt sick. The man with the knife cut the shoulder straps of her shirt and pulled the rag free from her body as she fought the man holding her, then he held the shirt up high like a trophy. He tossed it to Omar, who handed it to the man who had given him the money.
The old man took the rag and pressed it hungrily to his face, inhaling deeply. He spoke, his voice muffled by the garment. “Fuck. She smells good. So good.” Then he, too, pulled out his cock, the shirt pressed to his face as he jerked off. Her face turned beet red with humiliation at the phrase.

She struggled harder, her creamy tits bouncing in the white cotton bra.

“You… sick… FUCKS!!!!” She screamed through gritted teeth.

Omar ignore her. “$150 for those daisy dukes she’s wearing. That’s a bargain, I’d say. Who has that?” Three hands shot up immediately. Omar chuckled and moved to a grotesquely fat man. “You were first.”

At that, the knife-wielder set about cutting the sides of her pants cleanly up one side then the other. By the time he was done, every seated man in the room had his own dick out and was pawing it wildly. They all stared with hungry leering eyes, some biting their lips, some hanging out tongues, one was even drooling openly. When the fat man received her pants he shoved it against his face and smelled the crotch like an animal. His hand slammed on his rod so hard she hoped he’d break it.

“200. The bra.”

The men cheered and raised their hands. One was proclaimed the winner and the knife moved under her bra strap. She felt tears well in her eyes. The nightmare of these men looking at her like a piece of meat… something less than a person… it was too much.

“Please don’t,” she pleaded. “Don’t you have wives? Mothers? Sisters? What if this was them? I’m a human. Please. Please, don’t do this.”

Some of them laughed at this. On at least one man, it seemed to arouse him more. “$1000 for the panties!” He yelled. “But it has to come with everyone getting a feel of her. Bring her down the line!”

The idea was met with unanimous approval by the men. They roared a cheer.

“Noooo!” She screamed. Her bra and panties were quickly sliced off and handed out. Two men grabbed her arms and dragged her slowly and inexorably to the left side of the line of men. She dug her heels into the floor trying to stop the motion and her sneakers squeaked but gained no real purchase. She was moving closer and closer to the man’s moist outstretched hand. She kicked at him, but her rewards were to be smacked hard by a masked man who wore a big diamond ring and to have her legs grabbed by two more men. They didn’t lift her, but held her legs at the upper thigh and the knee. She could no longer kick as the man pawed her tits with one hand and whacked off with the other.

“Let me go! You bastards! Mother fuckers! Someone help me! Help!” She wailed as they her unwilling body moved from one sweaty hand to the next. The man who had paid $1000 for her panties was given an extra long time to explore her curves. He locked his eyes on hers, sunk two fingers into her cunt, pulled them out, and wiped them off on the panties before putting them back to his nose.

“She’s wet! Slut!” He proclaimed brashly. Her face flushed with rage and abject humiliation at the accusation. It was true. The next men affirmed his claim. This again was met with roars and laughter. When the men had all pawed her helpless naked body, she was dragged back to the center of the room. Omar called out to the crowd.

“This is your show gentlemen. Agent Blair here is gonna perform for you. It’s gonna be hot. It’s gonna be live. What do you want? Snuff? Gang rape? Solo rape? You tell me!” He had become a carnival barker and she was his main attraction; his show. She was going to be their entertainment whether she wanted to or not. Moreover she was going to be MORE entertaining BECAUSE she didn’t want to. The sick nature of these animals was sinking in fully.

One man shouted for her gang rape. Then another. Then it became a chant. Somewhere in the yelling someone screamed “Beat the fuck out of her! Take her asshole!”

Omar nodded to the thugs and she screamed as all of them but the one holding her began undressing. They all had huge black cocks, thick and hard and they moved around her, circling slowly. The man holding her released his grip and moved out to undress as well before joining his cohorts. Her shoulders and arms ached from the tight bondage and her huge breasts jutted out and bounced as she turned from one side to the other watching the men. One man grabbed her left tit and squeezed it suggestively.

“No!” She screamed and jumped away. When she landed another man grabbed her firm, round ass cheek. She leapt forward to “escape” into a punch to her face. Her knees buckled briefly from the impact and a man took advantage of this by reaching up in between her legs from behind and sliding his hand on her labial lips. She shrieked in surprise and hopped away only to be groped by two horny men at once; one sliding his hand up her full thigh, another twisting her nipple hard with his fingertips. A hard palm slapped her ass so hard it left an imprint.

The men started jeering at her as they reached in and groped her.

“Oh, officer!”

“You want this big black cock, don’t ya?”

“Here, kitty-kitty-kitty!”

"Gonna fuck you up,yo!"

“I ain’t never felt a piggy titty before! Nice!”

“Come on, bitch!”

“Gonna get dat ass, baby! I’m gonna get dat ass!”

“Not before me. I’m-a do that cop up the ass! Make her scream, man!”

The men jeered as they groped her. It was at this point that she began to cry openly. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Leave me alone!” She bellowed. It was a plea. It also was unheeded.

Then, as if they had planned it, they were on her.

They descended like vultures and lifted her off her feet so fast she lost her breath. Hands and mouths invaded every part of her body. She felt a tongue writhing in her navel, a mouth closing on her left nipple, hands grasping her thighs, her ankles, her knees. Teeth sunk into her milky white ass so hard they drew blood. Several of them punched her face, tits and stomach as hard as they could. Someone was spanking her pussy savagely with an open palm. It was as if someone had opened a door over a pit to Hell and shoved her in among the damned. Her screams reverberated through the warehouse and she felt her throat going hoarse from it. They were unstoppable and insatiable in their lust, their rage, and she was a toy to them.

For the first time in her life, Nicki realized how very tiny she was. Her 4’10 frame was tossed in the sea of hands and mouths as she was turned over to face the men in the seats, many of who by now were coming a second or third time. Her eyes pled for mercy but found none. Her tits dangled over the floor and she felt her legs being forced open. She could only helplessly brace herself for the cock that would be going into her quivering pussy. Yet it never came. Instead, she felt a huge rod go up her asshole, unlubricated and unready. Her hoarse scream ripped from her throat as she felt the blinding pain of a man anally raping her. He shoved in deep and hard, slapping her ass as he did it. Her eyes rolled upward lolling about of their own volition as he raped her harder and faster. She could feel blood trickling out of her pucker as he took it. Her jaw went slack and she started to pass out, but didn’t quite lose consciousness. Her mouth hung open and a cock filled it. There was a man fucking her pretty face now, her red hair cascading to the floor limply.

She barely felt the impact of the man punching her ribs, it seemed. It was as if she could only hear it from a distance- a smacking sound that repeated arrhythmically against someone else’s side in some other world. She heard her own rib crack from this place of numbness where her mind was now mired. The rape continued of course, but she barely felt it. She only felt the painful humiliation of the men’s eyes on her.

The first man finished and another began to take her pussy. She tried to move her body, but there was, by now, no response. The only part of her that seemed to work correctly was her eyes because she could see and she could still cry. The men lined up and took their turns at her ass, her mouth, her cunt. She could hear Omar reminding the spectators that they’d all get copies of the event and that a copy would be going to her bosses at the DEA (after editing, of course). It almost didn’t seem to matter anymore. She was numb all over and bleeding internally. She’d be dead soon. She knew that. She’d be- literally- raped to death.

The last sound she heard as she sunk into darkness was Omar. He was offering other souvenirs.

“How about that pretty left nipple? Who’ll give me, say, $150? $150 for an actual DEA agent’s left nipple, men? Come on! It’s a bargain! Put it in a jar!”

Somewhere money changed hands as she vaguely felt the blade slide in. Darkness fell on her for the last time.

END

(hope you dug it)

[nikigirl]

Excellent, Wonderful, Owsome, Amazing, Well written, Creative, Superb......

Ahhh I am falling short of adjectives....

+ Rep...

From me...

[Flesh4Fantasy]

First of all, I love the disclaimer: "It might not be for everyone, but if it isn't your cup of tea... well... up yours, man. I wrote it for HER not you. Whaddaya think, the world revolves around you? And people talk about you behind your back you know. I've heard them."

Nicely Done, EvilJ. A tight, well edited piece with all the story elements securely in place. No snags or loose ends.

If you hadn't said in the intro, I never would have guessed that some of the requested elements were outside of your usual story M.O. Having completed one of these prize stories recently I know that it takes writing discipline to get the elements added in and smoothed over.

A seamless job and I appreciate the effort that took. Good thing nikigirl didn't request that oral be performed on the victim during the rape!!!! That may have been too far a stretch for you. JK, Bro, I'm sure you'd have handled it fine.

I don't base my reviews on how close the rape action fits my personal fantasy. That would be unfair. I review based on fullness of content, cohesiveness of the plot and story elements, characters and their believability and how well the piece is edited.

I gotta give you a + Rep and 5 Stars on this one...

[EvilJ]

High praise indeed from both of you. Thanks!