"Stung"
Story codes: nc MF beast sm

By Orestes

orestes007@hotmail.com

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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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