Undercover Whore Ch. 10

The following day sees Madison rise in anxiety.

The photos she found at her door are testament to her whoredom. Someone knows her secret and wants to intimidate her.

What should she do?

Madison bites her lip as she feels a revolting sensation that she doesn't allow herself to express.

In her agony, she is lost for how to respond.

A knock sounds at her door.

Her heart jumps into her throat and she hesitantly, creeps up to the portal.

A look through the peep hole causes another form of anxiety. She knows this face.

Her hands trembling, Madison slides the lock and opens the door.

"Rose," the older man says with a paternal smile.

She doesn't say anything but brings an arm protectively over her belly, even though her shirt covers it.

She breathes deeply, "What do you want?"

The man makes no aggressive moves. But, his presence alone is a trauma for her.

"Get your things. We're going to the studio."

Madison feels a tremor pass through her body to settle in her loins.

"I- I won't," she says defiantly.

His smile turns to one of amusement.

"Get your things," he repeats the command. "Wear whatever you like."

She closes the door on him and rests her head against it.

What can she do? He will ruin her life if she doesn't do as he bids.

She looks at herself. Casual attire. A white tee shirt and a pair of khakis.

Her mind races only to draw to a sudden stop. She's done this before.

What's one more time?

As she moves to collect her purse and keys, Madison feels her lower lips slide against each other for her wetness. It makes her fume.

Finally, she stands before the door. She peeps out and sees him waiting.

"Come out, Rose."

With trembling hands the officer of the law opens the door to meet the man who had arranged her first rape.

A breath escapes her as he evaluates her appearance.

"Good," he says before turning to leave.

She hesitates, but inevitably follows.

On their ride to that wretched porn studio, Madison looks through the corner of her eye at the man.

He's such an enigma. He could have her anytime he wants. But, instead, he arranges for other men to fuck her.

Her pretty white teeth grind as she thinks of the degradation to come. But, she can't deny her arousal.

They arrive and Madison's knees threaten to give up on her as they enter the studio.

What she sees shocks her.

Over a dozen men, both ugly and attractive, look to the door as it opens.

Their eyes finding the softest flesh present and Madison feels her legs give out.

But, she doesn't fall to the floor as the older man supports her.

"It's alright, Rose. It's alright."

Despite herself, she walks into the den of wolves.

The men wait for the command as the director readies the set.

All at once, Madison is surrounded and pushed to her knees.

The men lose their clothes until only Madison and the one who brought her here are still clothed.

The first of the men follows directions and grabs her face. He smiles down on her with self satisfaction as he brings his precum laden penis to her lips.

She clenches her teeth in defiance.

Sensing her resistance, the man has a mean look in his eyes as he begins smacking her face with his cock.

While all this happens, men claim her hands and jack themselves off with them.

All around her, horny men prepare themselves.

Still defiant, the undercover officer trembles when she sees the older man with the camera.

He records every smack on the face by the man's tool.

He moves his hand lewdly to give her her cue.

She holds her teeth together so much so that it hurts her jaw.

Finally, she submits.

The man smirks in his superiority as he unceremoniously invades her orifice.

Her tongue and lips perform their tasks and the man builds to orgasm.

She thinks he's gonna force her to swallow his vile seed. Instead, he pulls out and aims for her brow.

She tries to keep her mouth open to accept the cum. But, he brings his hand to her jaw, closing it.

The first ropes run from her nose to her hair. The warmth melding with her own.

Before she has time to think, more jizz smacks into her chin and drips down to her shirt.

Madison is confused, but performs as another set of cocks find her mouth and her hand.

While she pleasures 3 men at a time, the other dozen find their own climaxes.

Madison is pelted over and over again. She becomes a woman in white.

She is oblivious to the recording as more and more men not only coat her in come. But, find their second wind as well.

She feels disgusting when they at last finish their work.

The men fall back and the camera man comes close.

She moves to wipe her face. But, he grips her hand and says, "No."

Madison feels her eyes sting. But, puts down her hand.

"Come," he gives her a hand to stand up.

She hopes he's bringing her to a shower. Instead, he escorts her to the exit.

A few of the men dress and take small unobtrusive recorders and follow.

At the door, Madison pulls back.

"No," she says plaintively. "I can't go out like this."

The man's grip is firm as he says, "Rose, this can all go to your boss. Is that what you want?"

The tears that threatened to come, come. The streaks joining the numerous lines of gunk on her face.

She relents and they find the man's care. A few men follow in other vehicles.

There's been no time for the cum to dry before they reach an intersection downtown.

The older man and mastermind of her suffering parks and pats her on her leg.

"Let's go."

He gets out. But, Madison lingers.

He comes around and opens her door. He is silent while she processes what's about to happen.

Finally, she labors out onto the street.

No one has noticed her yet. But, the man and his lackeys fan out around her, each capturing her from another angle.

She is bid to walk down the street.

It's not rush hour. But, the street has an ample sprinkling of foot traffic.

Madison's eyes are on the ground as she hopes no one notices.

She walks for some time before the older man comes close and tells her to keep her eyes up.

The humiliation seems to know no limits as Madison meets the eyes of a number of pedestrians.

They meet her eyes and she sees realization dawn on them.

Most of the women look at her with revulsion and keep walking.

The men have complicated looks and some smirk as they understand the game.

In the warm weather, Madison feels the cum crust in her hair and on her face.

When the older man is satisfied, he escorts her back to the car.

Through her tears, Madison wipes the crusty gunk away. Some of it turning slimy again under her tears.

The ride back to her apartment is quiet. She knows that all of this will be added her porn star website.

Without a word, Madison leaves her blackmailer and races to her room.

Before she can find safety, an elderly woman comes out before her.

"Dear," the old woman says as she looks at Madison. "What's that on your shirt?"

The officer panics as she looks down on her stained white shirt.

"This is- This is..."

She really has no words and her eyes sting while she passes the old lady and finds her apartment.

Out of all the horrible things she's experienced, even the rapes, this bukake slut walk brings the most tears to her eyes.

She feels so dirty.

The shower runs hot and Madison settles on its floor.

As the water pellets her, she thinks that after she gets fired as an officer, maybe she will become a porn star.

The thought makes her hate herself and she thinks of home and what it would mean for her parents to find out all that she's been doing since she was accepted onto the force.

Madison ends the shower before the water turns cold.

Dry, she walks through her apartment unclothed. Her window blinds are open. But, she doesn't worry about being seen. She's endured a lot worse.

On her couch, Madison watches TV. Random crap that can fill out a half hour.

As she zones out, she unconsciously brings her fingers to her crevice.

He vagina quivers as she caresses her clit.

Realizing what she'd been doing, she puts her hand aside.

Her face grows rosy for her shame.

But, she grows restless.

She knows it's not wrong to masturbate. But, she knows what makes her so horny. And it saddens her.

She turns off the TV and stands. It's grown late for all she's done today.

Under silky sheets, Madison can't stop herself from gently stroking herself.

She remembers her first night, where she lost her first kiss to a cock and her virginity to another.

The first time she was gang banged by four men, the first rape she'd endured.

And, all the humiliation of walking the streets with many men's semen on her face.

As she reaches her limit, she grunts.

It lasts for several seconds and, when she's done, she feels spent.

Maybe this is her path in life. Maybe she was never meant to be a cop.

With thoughts of her insecurity tormenting her, she finds sleep.

When dawn comes, she cleans the mess she left in her sheets and prepares for her appointment at the station.

With her blues on, Madison feels that she can overcome the adversity she's experiencing. They make her feel strong.

She gets a bagel on her way to work and arrives with some time to spare.

As she waits, she sees the angel, Amber Lee. The woman's garb matches her own blue uniform.

The woman smiles shyly as she approaches and takes a seat next to Madison.

"Hey," she says.

"Hey," Madison returns.

They sit in silence waiting for the chief to call them into his office.

This should be their first meeting. But, it's not.

Their experiences together go unexpressed as they peak glances at each other's face.

"Lane. Lee. In my office."

The chief is a gruff man. At times, Madison doubts he cares about the officers under him. Her ill advised assignment a testament to it.

The meeting is ceremonial and to the point.

"Lee," he looks to the young blonde with her hair in a ponytail. "Follow Officer Lane's instructions to the letter."

He looks to Madison, "Lane, teach her what she needs to know. Dismissed."

Madison can't help but feel that much more should have been said. But, she obediently leads Amber out of the office.

The young officer giggles girlishly before catching herself.

Madison looks at her like one would a baby bird.

"Come with me."

They catch a ride to Madison's apartment.

There's still hours in the day and Madison and Amber spend time trying on outfits from the senior officers closet.

They have similar builds. Only Madison's bra size is too small for the blonde.

"Is it alright to go around without my work bra on?" Amber's innocent question causes Madison to rethink her plan.

"I mean," Amber continues. "The clothes we're trying on aren't too outlandish. It's not too much, right?"

Madison pats the beautiful creamy white skinned woman on the shoulder. She feels like she'll bruise her skin just by touching it.

"It'll be fine. We're going back to the theater."

Amber's pale face grows rosy at the thought. But, she lets out an embarrassed giggle.

Madison breathes deeply. This woman is just too pure.

They spend more time to pick out some party clothes.

When they've found their outfits, Madison sits Amber down on the couch and they talk.

"Where do you want to go on the force?" Madison asks.

The pride in her friends face speaks to her character, "I just want to help people. I want the help the abused women of our city. And, I'm prepared to..."

Amber grows silent as she has a look to say she's lost her thought.

Madison cups the woman's cheek with a hand. And, Amber pushes her face into it. Her eyes closing.

The hand retreats and Amber's eyes open.

For a moment there's an awkward silence between them.

"It's getting dark," the blonde comments.

Madison nods and stands.

"Let's go to work."

She knows the double meaning. But, feels right in saying it.

Their clothes aren't particularly erotic. The need to pick up men isn't the issue at the theater. Only to provide service and a glory hole.

But, as they enter, Madison leads her protege further into the facility.

Amber's eyes train on the large hole in the wall with small padded beds running through the wall. The hole itself having fabric to seal off one side from the other.

Amber is at a loss as Madison guides her to one of the beds.

"What is this?"

Madison smiles wryly, "This is the next step."

"Am I..." Amber's words are halting, "supposed to get on.

Madison nods.

"Why?"

The senior in undercover prostitution reaches for Amber's blouse and begins undoing it.

The young blonde woman lets herself be disrobed until, at last, she stands completely nude.

She covers herself as best she's able. Looking around to see if people are looking at her. No one is.

Realization dawns on the beautiful girl and she trembles.

"But," she says with a shaking voice. "I won't even know who it is."

Madison nod shamefully.

"I mean," the woman stammers, "I don't have to do this. Right? I mean..."

Madison touches a finger to Amber's lips and pushes her down on the bed.

Amber lets her bottom half pass through the partition. Tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

"Stay with me," the blonde begs. Her hand tightly gripping Madison's.

"I will," Madison promises and looks into the fearful eyes of her student in the art of hooking.

Amber flinches and her eyes look vainly to the hole in the wall.

"Someone's touching me," she whispers.

Madison knows that that's the least of it.

Amber tries to slide back to safety. But, the hands on the other side won't allow her to retreat.

The young virgin looks pleadingly into Madison's eyes as her mouth opens.

"His penis is... touching me."

Madison knows this moment. The moment a maidenhead is claimed.

She feels sick for making the young officer do this.

Amber's freaking out as she looks from the wall to Madison and back again.

In the last moment, the red headed officer leans down and kisses her subordinate.

Amber is lost as she accepts the tongue in her mouth only to gasp in pain.

"Ahh... Ahh... Oww."

Madison doesn't allow the woman to dwell on her cherry being taken and caresses Amber with her tongue.

Amber moans as her body shakes at a steady rhythm.

This carries on for some time before the rhythm slows and ultimately stops.

Madison pulls back from the hungry kiss they shared and looks into the green orbs of Amber's eyes.

The younger woman opens her mouth trying to speak.

"I... feel it. His..."

Madison envisions the semen deposited in Amber's vagina oozing out"

"You did it," Madison says guiltily.

The terrified puppy that is Officer Lee looks up and somehow looks proud.

But, the moment isn't allowed to last as Amber flinches again.

The blonde woman moans as she's taken.

Madison feels some sick form of envy and looks to the bed right next to Amber.

She squeezes the rookie officer's hand and begins to disrobe.

As Amber's body is pounded, she watches in surprise as Madison lies down beside her.

She misunderstands Madison's feelings. Imagining her leader sharing in her trial.

Madison's stomach is a swarm of butterflies as she waits for a man to find her honey pot.

It doesn't take long. Even she flinches, not knowing when she'll be groped.

The hand cups her sex and pets her mound.

The man tests her wetness with a finger before pressing his cock against her.

She almost giggles for her excitement. But, holds it in.

Amber reaches over the gap between the beds.

Madison shares the moment by reaching the rest of the distance to hold hands.

The moment their fingers intertwine, Madison feels a hard jolt.

The man wastes no time and plows her field over and over again.

Amber's eyes look into Madison's as each woman shakes under their respective pounding.

Madison feels weird. She somehow feels content getting railed by a stranger she can't even see. And, turning another promising young officer into a whore to be used by men.

Somehow, she feels happy.

They can't hold their hands together for long and so they settle for looking into each others eyes.

Nut after nut is busted inside these two beautiful girls and somehow it feels right.

Amber's moans grow plaintive and Madison realizes that her, up until just a bit ago, unused pussy is reaching its limit.

When the last man cums inside of the blonde, Madison motions for her to get off the table.

Madison tries to disengage from her own carnal joining. But, the man doesn't let her go until he paints her insides one shade whiter.

They dress and share a meaningful look.

"Can I," Amber hesitates, "spend the night at your place?"

Madison nods.

The blonde smiles through her shame and exhaustion and they depart.

At her apartment, Madison readies the shower for her guest.

As Amber approaches the bathroom, she looks to Madison.