07-28-2009, 02:20 PM
For my friend, Cindy!
I had been working as an undercover cop for 6 years now, working mostly prostitution, when I got a very unusual, but exciting assignment. The assignment was to infiltrate a renegade motorcycle gang and gather information on their alleged drug operation. The police had known for several months now that they were one of the largest drug operations in the State, but they had little or no evidence to arrest them. Their leader was a guy by the name of Jack Clarke. His friends called him "Black Jack" because he was always dressed in black leather pants with cycle boots and a sleeveless, black leather open vest that showed off his massively sculpted upper body. With long flowing hair, and at 6'4" and 225 lbs., Jack looked like a greek god. Men wanted to be him, and women just lusted after him. Our plan was that myself and another undercover female officer, dress like cycle sluts, show up at their favorite watering hole, The Pink Lady, and see if we could make an impression. We were hoping that if I could basically flirt long enough with Jack, he would want to pick me up. And we were right. We pulled up on our Harley Davidson's and strode into the bar. I walked in first, wearing a pink leather thong bikini with black leather cycle chaps and spiked black heels with a sleeveless, low cut, leather vest. My leather vest showed off my 38DD's very nicely and I wore my leather chaps so low, not only my dangling belly ring showed, but the flower tattoo on my lower abdomen as well.
As I walked towards the bar, all eyes were on me. The cycle gang quickly dropped their gaze to the tattoo on my lower back, then my perfectly nice ass as I walked by. Candy walked in behind me wearing black leather pants with cycle boots and a black leather halter top. We both ordered a drink, then turned to check out the bar. They were still staring. I quickly picked out Jack, who was shooting a game of pool with another woman. I boldly walked over and placed my quarter on the table. "Mind if I take on the winner?" The slut he was playing with immediately said, "Yes, I do." Jack just stared at me. I could feel his gaze, watching my ass sway back and forth as I walked back to the bar. What I didn't feel was the cycle bitch following me as well.
When I turned to face the table, she threw the quarter at me. "You must not hear very well, Bitch, because I said I do mind if you play or not." I put my drink down and said to her, "Look, I don't want trouble, I just want to play a little pool." "You found trouble as soon as you pranced into this bar, Bitch." With that, she slammed the butt of the pool stick into my belly. As I doubled over, she raised her right knee to my face, knocking me backwards into the bar. Candy tried to intervene but she was quickly held back by 2 other women. The cycle slut caught me square on the jaw with a straight left, snapping my head back, then dug a hard right into my belly. As she fired another left at me, I ducked under the punch, and ripped my own right into her belly. I could hear the air escaping her lungs as I followed up with a left uppercut, knocking her on her ass. She didn't know what hit her. As she tried to get up, I said again, "Look, I don't want to fight you. I just want to shoot some pool." Once she got to her feet, she threw a wild right that missed, and I grabbed her in a chokehold. Jack quickly intervened. "Angie, you're not being very nice to our guest." He looked at me, "Of course you can play pool. You can play against me." Jack looked at the bartender. "Alice, get Angie another beer, will you, while me and our new friend shoot a game of pool." I released me hold on Angie and walked to the pool table with Jack. "Looks to me like you know how to handle yourself." "Yeah, well, I've been in a few scrapes in my day." "So, you're not just a pretty face with a killer body? What do you do?" He asked. "A little of this, a little of that." "What's that mean?" "My friend and I were topless dancers back east. We decided to take the summer off and see the Country. We figured, if we ran low on cash, we could always stop at a strip club for a few days to pick up some money." "Do you need money now?" He asked. "We could always use a little extra money." "Where are you guys staying?" "At a Motel, just down the road." He looked me up and down. "You have cute toes, and I like your toe rings." "Thank you." "I didn't get your name." "Cindy, my name's Cindy." "I'm Jack. Nice to meet you Cindy." "Nice to meet you Jack."
We shot pool and drank for free the rest of the night, then Jack said he'd take us back to the Motel. When we got there, Candy said she needed to run to the gas station for some cigarettes. Jack walked me into our room and immediately removed my vest, exposing both tits and the nipple ring I wear on my left nipple. He caressed my nipple ring, then said, "I like this." I removed his vest and caressed his hairy, perfectly sculpted chest as well. "And I like this." He slid his hands down to my ass and began kissing me. Our hands were all over each other as we continued to make out. He removed my leather chaps, dropping them to the floor before finally scooping me up into his strong arms. He carried me to the bed where we made mad, passionate love. It was certainly one of the best times ever. When I told Candy about it the next day she reminded me to keep my eye on the ball. "Cindy, don't fall in love with him. He's a ruthless drug dealer." "You don't need to remind me, Candy. I'll be alright."
I was with him night and day. Within a week, I moved into the Ranch with him. That was the plan so I could get Candy out of the picuture. We were making love all the time. I followed his every move, but still had no evidence on him. Each day, I texted his every move to my superiors. Everything was going according to plan until one Friday afternoon when I returned to the Ranch after getting a pedicure in town. When I pulled into the yard on my motorcycle, all the gang members were standing on the front porch, staring at me. Jack had my cell phone in his hands.
Angie, the girl who I had the fight with at The Pink Lady, was standing next to Jack, smiling. "What's this?" he barked at me. "It's my cell phone. Can I have it back please?" "You can have it back as soon as you tell us who you are, and who you're working for, Bitch." Angie said. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh, I think you do, Bitch." Jack grabbed me by the arm. "I'll give you one chance to come clean, otherwise, things are going to get very uncomfortable for you." I looked at him. "Jack, I don't know what you're talking about. Let go of my arm. You're hurting me." "Your arms not going to be the only thing hurting you when I'm done with you, you Bitch." Angie said. "Last chance, Cindy." Jack said to me. "Like I said, I don't know what you're talking about." Jack told Angie and 2 other girls, a tall girl and a rather chubby girl, to take me into the house. "You know what to do. Soften her up, but only a little bit. I'll be back in an hour.
The 2 girls grabbed me by my arms and led me into the house. The only thing in the middle of the living room was a wooden chair. "Take your clothes off Bitch, and sit down." I just stared at them. "Take your clothes off Bitch, and sit down, or we'll rip them off you." I did as they said, stripping off my shorts and tank top. "The bra, too, Bitch, and the shoes." I removed my bra and spiked heels and stood in front of them wearing only a black lace thong. "Sit down." I sat in the chair, then Angie came in with some rope and ordered the 2 girls to tie me to the chair. They tied my ankes to the legs of the chair and pulled my arms behind my back, tying them tightly together. When I was secured, Angie grabbed my nipple ring and pulled on it." "Now we can either do this the hard way, or the easy way. It's entirely up to you." She pulled harder. "Who do you work for?" "I told you Angie, I don't know what you're talking about." She slapped me square across the face, snapping my head to one side. "That's not the answer I'm looking for, Bitch. Now who do you work for?" I looked her in the eye. "Angie, I would advise you not to hit me again." With that, she slapped me again, then grabbed me by the hair, pulling my head up, and slapped me again. "Or what, Bitch." I looked up at her. "Or I'll kick your ass." She hit me again, this time, drawing blood from the inside of my mouth. "You'll kick my ass. I think it's gonna be the other way around." She hit me again, then again. I was completely defenseless as my head slumped to my chest. "Get the tit clamps." The tall girl came in the room with a pair of nipple clamps and Angie angrily applied them to each nipple. She grabbed the chain that attached the nipple clamps and pulled towards her. "How's that feel, Bitch." I winced, but didn't say anything. She pulled harder this time. "I said, how's that feel, Bitch." I again didn't respond. She slapped me across the face again, this time, the blood trickling from the side of my mouth and splashing over my left tit. Angie looked at the other girls. "Maybe we should intensify the questioning. Stand her up." The girls untied my ankles and yanked me to my feet, my arms still tied behind my back and the tit clamps still firmly attached to my nipples. Angie said, "Get ready, Bitch" as she pounded a hard right into my belly. Her female goons were holding me by each arm and I doubled over as the punch caught me by surprise. "There's more where that came from, Bitch." She hit me again, then again in the belly. She must have hurt her hand or wrist because she winced in pain, then shook her hand as she swore under her breath. "String her up. I'll be right back." One of the girls threw a large rope over the center beam in the middle of the room. They then untied my hands from behind my back, before re-tying my hands in front of me and attaching them to the dangling rope in front of us. My arms were then stretched high above my head and the rope secured to a pulley system on the wall as Angie re-entered the room, wearing a pair of pink mma style cage gloves. She removed her shirt and now, standing directly in front of me, barefoot, wearing cut off blue jeans and a black bra, said, "OK, where were we?" She slammed my belly with a hard right, knocking the wind from me. "Oh yeah, we were in the middle of you kicking my ass." She hit me again in the belly with a hard punch, the tit clamps swaying with each punch. A left to the side, then another hard right to belly. "How you doin, Bitch." I didn't respond. 2 lefts, then another hard right had me gasping for air. "Anytime you want to talk, just let me know." 5 consecutive rights to the belly had me on wobbly legs. "Stretch her up some more." Angie ordered. The girls pulled the rope and I was standing on my tippie toes, my toe rings cutting into my toes, my lace thong barely covering my perfectly manicured pubic hairs. "What do you say we change our focus to those big tits of yours." With the nipple clamps still attached, Angie decided to take dead aim at my tits, punishing them with straight, hard shots, then uppercuts to each tit. The nipple chain finally fell from my right nipple, but was still securely fastened to my hardened, left nipple. Angie delivered one punishing blow after another, directly to my left tit, finally knocking the nipple chain off. She then went back to work on my belly. Sweat was dripping down my face and beads of sweat covered my body. My belly had turned to a bright red color and felt like it was on fire. I could still taste the blood in my mouth. Angie was starting to perspire pretty well, herself. She ordered the girls to bring her the whip. The taller girl left momentarily, then returned with a Cat-O-Nine tails. "Brace yourself, Bitch. This might hurt a little." Standing behind me, Angie raked the whip over my back. The sting of the whip on my sweaty back took me by surprise, but I didn't cry out. The second lash caught the side of my right tit, and that one hurt. So did the 3rd one. Angie stood in front of me. "Do you have anything to say, Bitch." I spit in her face. She slowly wiped the spit away, then ripped 3 hard rights into my belly before slamming my belly with the butt of the whip, taking my breath away. "We're just warming up now, Bitch." She immediately took aim at my left tit and the nipple ring I wore on it. I absorbed 10 hard lashes directly to my left tit before she took a quick breather. "You piece of shit. You won't be worth anything to anyone if you don't start talking." I looked her square in the eye. "Fuck You!" She punched me in the belly, then slapped my face again as Jack entered the room. "Angie, what the hell are you doing? I told you to soften her up a bit, not kill her." "And how do you propose that I do that, Jack?" He grabbed the whip out of her hand. "Not by whipping her to death." He threw the whip on the floor and stood behind me. "I'll say one thing, Cindy. You have an incredible body." He started rubbing my back, then ran his strong hands over my ass. He pressed the front of his body against the back of mine, then slipped his right hand down the front of my panties and gently caressed my moist pussy. He slid my hair to one side and started kissing the back of my neck. His left hand grabbed my left tit and he was rubbing his hand over my nipple ring. I couldn't help but get aroused. I was still sweating profusely and hurt all over, but he was starting to make me feel better in a hurry, and I must have been making him feel better because I could feel the bulge in his pants between the cheeks of my ass. "I hope you tell Angie what we want to know, because I don't want her to beat you anymore. You're way to beautiful for that." He turned to face me. "Will you tell her what she wants to know?" "Jack, I don't know what you're talking about." He stepped away. "You disappoint me, Cindy." He looked at Angie. "String her up outside in the middle of the yard. And gather everyone. We'll have a public whipping." Jack walked out the front door, while the tall girl started to untie the rope from the wall, while the chubby girl untied my hands. As soon as my hands were free, I punched the chubby girl in the face. She never expected it. She reeled backwards, holding her face. He mouth was bleeding as I got to her. I punched her again, this time in the stomach, just as the taller girl grabbed me from behind. I elbowed her in the stomach, then turned and drilled her with a straight right to the face, knocking her backwards. I charged after her, tackling her to the ground. She grabbed me in a headlock as I flailed away at her. Angie burst back into the room and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me off her. About the same time, the chubby girl arrived and grabbed me by the arm. I still managed to drill Angie in the face with a solid right before the taller girl got to her feet. The 2 girls held my arms tightly behind my back, giving Angie the chance to really tear into me. She was bleeding from the mouth and now I was going to pay. She punched me first in the face, snapping my head back, then delivered 15 straight punches to my exposed and unprotected belly. My head was slumped to my chest, and Angie finished me off when the taller girl pulled my head upright by my hair, by punching me in the face. I was bloodied and thoroughly beaten, still sweating profusely as the girls dragged me outside. The rest of the gang was already assembled as my arms were once again stretched high above my head. Angie came out of the house, wiping blood from her mouth, whip in hand. "Tell me when to start, Jack." "Go ahead and start. And don't stop until she starts talking." Before starting the whipping, Angie punched me 3 more times in the belly, before slamming the butt of the whip into my belly. She then reared back and began the whipping, raking the cat-o-nine over both tits. I absorbed over 50 lashes, grunting in pain with each lash, before Jack stopped her. "Angie, you can't have all the fun. Does anyone else want a shot at our Undercover Police Officer?" The taller girl approached me, taking the whip from Angie. She ripped my thong off, then knelt in front of me and began licking my pussy. Holding both cheeks of my ass, she inserted her tongue as the rest of the gang applauded. Finally, in the distance, I could hear the siren's. When I didn't call in this afternoon, my superiors expected the worst. Within 2 minutes, dozens of police cars entered the Ranch. Candy was the first to reach me. She cut me down and I collapsed into her arms. She covered me in a blanket as the paramedics rushed to my side. Jack and Angie and their gang of drug dealers were finally taken down. I spent a few days in the hospital, but quickly recovered. While I was severely beaten that last day, it is a day, and an experience, that I will never forget.
I had been working as an undercover cop for 6 years now, working mostly prostitution, when I got a very unusual, but exciting assignment. The assignment was to infiltrate a renegade motorcycle gang and gather information on their alleged drug operation. The police had known for several months now that they were one of the largest drug operations in the State, but they had little or no evidence to arrest them. Their leader was a guy by the name of Jack Clarke. His friends called him "Black Jack" because he was always dressed in black leather pants with cycle boots and a sleeveless, black leather open vest that showed off his massively sculpted upper body. With long flowing hair, and at 6'4" and 225 lbs., Jack looked like a greek god. Men wanted to be him, and women just lusted after him. Our plan was that myself and another undercover female officer, dress like cycle sluts, show up at their favorite watering hole, The Pink Lady, and see if we could make an impression. We were hoping that if I could basically flirt long enough with Jack, he would want to pick me up. And we were right. We pulled up on our Harley Davidson's and strode into the bar. I walked in first, wearing a pink leather thong bikini with black leather cycle chaps and spiked black heels with a sleeveless, low cut, leather vest. My leather vest showed off my 38DD's very nicely and I wore my leather chaps so low, not only my dangling belly ring showed, but the flower tattoo on my lower abdomen as well.
As I walked towards the bar, all eyes were on me. The cycle gang quickly dropped their gaze to the tattoo on my lower back, then my perfectly nice ass as I walked by. Candy walked in behind me wearing black leather pants with cycle boots and a black leather halter top. We both ordered a drink, then turned to check out the bar. They were still staring. I quickly picked out Jack, who was shooting a game of pool with another woman. I boldly walked over and placed my quarter on the table. "Mind if I take on the winner?" The slut he was playing with immediately said, "Yes, I do." Jack just stared at me. I could feel his gaze, watching my ass sway back and forth as I walked back to the bar. What I didn't feel was the cycle bitch following me as well.
When I turned to face the table, she threw the quarter at me. "You must not hear very well, Bitch, because I said I do mind if you play or not." I put my drink down and said to her, "Look, I don't want trouble, I just want to play a little pool." "You found trouble as soon as you pranced into this bar, Bitch." With that, she slammed the butt of the pool stick into my belly. As I doubled over, she raised her right knee to my face, knocking me backwards into the bar. Candy tried to intervene but she was quickly held back by 2 other women. The cycle slut caught me square on the jaw with a straight left, snapping my head back, then dug a hard right into my belly. As she fired another left at me, I ducked under the punch, and ripped my own right into her belly. I could hear the air escaping her lungs as I followed up with a left uppercut, knocking her on her ass. She didn't know what hit her. As she tried to get up, I said again, "Look, I don't want to fight you. I just want to shoot some pool." Once she got to her feet, she threw a wild right that missed, and I grabbed her in a chokehold. Jack quickly intervened. "Angie, you're not being very nice to our guest." He looked at me, "Of course you can play pool. You can play against me." Jack looked at the bartender. "Alice, get Angie another beer, will you, while me and our new friend shoot a game of pool." I released me hold on Angie and walked to the pool table with Jack. "Looks to me like you know how to handle yourself." "Yeah, well, I've been in a few scrapes in my day." "So, you're not just a pretty face with a killer body? What do you do?" He asked. "A little of this, a little of that." "What's that mean?" "My friend and I were topless dancers back east. We decided to take the summer off and see the Country. We figured, if we ran low on cash, we could always stop at a strip club for a few days to pick up some money." "Do you need money now?" He asked. "We could always use a little extra money." "Where are you guys staying?" "At a Motel, just down the road." He looked me up and down. "You have cute toes, and I like your toe rings." "Thank you." "I didn't get your name." "Cindy, my name's Cindy." "I'm Jack. Nice to meet you Cindy." "Nice to meet you Jack."
We shot pool and drank for free the rest of the night, then Jack said he'd take us back to the Motel. When we got there, Candy said she needed to run to the gas station for some cigarettes. Jack walked me into our room and immediately removed my vest, exposing both tits and the nipple ring I wear on my left nipple. He caressed my nipple ring, then said, "I like this." I removed his vest and caressed his hairy, perfectly sculpted chest as well. "And I like this." He slid his hands down to my ass and began kissing me. Our hands were all over each other as we continued to make out. He removed my leather chaps, dropping them to the floor before finally scooping me up into his strong arms. He carried me to the bed where we made mad, passionate love. It was certainly one of the best times ever. When I told Candy about it the next day she reminded me to keep my eye on the ball. "Cindy, don't fall in love with him. He's a ruthless drug dealer." "You don't need to remind me, Candy. I'll be alright."
I was with him night and day. Within a week, I moved into the Ranch with him. That was the plan so I could get Candy out of the picuture. We were making love all the time. I followed his every move, but still had no evidence on him. Each day, I texted his every move to my superiors. Everything was going according to plan until one Friday afternoon when I returned to the Ranch after getting a pedicure in town. When I pulled into the yard on my motorcycle, all the gang members were standing on the front porch, staring at me. Jack had my cell phone in his hands.
Angie, the girl who I had the fight with at The Pink Lady, was standing next to Jack, smiling. "What's this?" he barked at me. "It's my cell phone. Can I have it back please?" "You can have it back as soon as you tell us who you are, and who you're working for, Bitch." Angie said. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh, I think you do, Bitch." Jack grabbed me by the arm. "I'll give you one chance to come clean, otherwise, things are going to get very uncomfortable for you." I looked at him. "Jack, I don't know what you're talking about. Let go of my arm. You're hurting me." "Your arms not going to be the only thing hurting you when I'm done with you, you Bitch." Angie said. "Last chance, Cindy." Jack said to me. "Like I said, I don't know what you're talking about." Jack told Angie and 2 other girls, a tall girl and a rather chubby girl, to take me into the house. "You know what to do. Soften her up, but only a little bit. I'll be back in an hour.
The 2 girls grabbed me by my arms and led me into the house. The only thing in the middle of the living room was a wooden chair. "Take your clothes off Bitch, and sit down." I just stared at them. "Take your clothes off Bitch, and sit down, or we'll rip them off you." I did as they said, stripping off my shorts and tank top. "The bra, too, Bitch, and the shoes." I removed my bra and spiked heels and stood in front of them wearing only a black lace thong. "Sit down." I sat in the chair, then Angie came in with some rope and ordered the 2 girls to tie me to the chair. They tied my ankes to the legs of the chair and pulled my arms behind my back, tying them tightly together. When I was secured, Angie grabbed my nipple ring and pulled on it." "Now we can either do this the hard way, or the easy way. It's entirely up to you." She pulled harder. "Who do you work for?" "I told you Angie, I don't know what you're talking about." She slapped me square across the face, snapping my head to one side. "That's not the answer I'm looking for, Bitch. Now who do you work for?" I looked her in the eye. "Angie, I would advise you not to hit me again." With that, she slapped me again, then grabbed me by the hair, pulling my head up, and slapped me again. "Or what, Bitch." I looked up at her. "Or I'll kick your ass." She hit me again, this time, drawing blood from the inside of my mouth. "You'll kick my ass. I think it's gonna be the other way around." She hit me again, then again. I was completely defenseless as my head slumped to my chest. "Get the tit clamps." The tall girl came in the room with a pair of nipple clamps and Angie angrily applied them to each nipple. She grabbed the chain that attached the nipple clamps and pulled towards her. "How's that feel, Bitch." I winced, but didn't say anything. She pulled harder this time. "I said, how's that feel, Bitch." I again didn't respond. She slapped me across the face again, this time, the blood trickling from the side of my mouth and splashing over my left tit. Angie looked at the other girls. "Maybe we should intensify the questioning. Stand her up." The girls untied my ankles and yanked me to my feet, my arms still tied behind my back and the tit clamps still firmly attached to my nipples. Angie said, "Get ready, Bitch" as she pounded a hard right into my belly. Her female goons were holding me by each arm and I doubled over as the punch caught me by surprise. "There's more where that came from, Bitch." She hit me again, then again in the belly. She must have hurt her hand or wrist because she winced in pain, then shook her hand as she swore under her breath. "String her up. I'll be right back." One of the girls threw a large rope over the center beam in the middle of the room. They then untied my hands from behind my back, before re-tying my hands in front of me and attaching them to the dangling rope in front of us. My arms were then stretched high above my head and the rope secured to a pulley system on the wall as Angie re-entered the room, wearing a pair of pink mma style cage gloves. She removed her shirt and now, standing directly in front of me, barefoot, wearing cut off blue jeans and a black bra, said, "OK, where were we?" She slammed my belly with a hard right, knocking the wind from me. "Oh yeah, we were in the middle of you kicking my ass." She hit me again in the belly with a hard punch, the tit clamps swaying with each punch. A left to the side, then another hard right to belly. "How you doin, Bitch." I didn't respond. 2 lefts, then another hard right had me gasping for air. "Anytime you want to talk, just let me know." 5 consecutive rights to the belly had me on wobbly legs. "Stretch her up some more." Angie ordered. The girls pulled the rope and I was standing on my tippie toes, my toe rings cutting into my toes, my lace thong barely covering my perfectly manicured pubic hairs. "What do you say we change our focus to those big tits of yours." With the nipple clamps still attached, Angie decided to take dead aim at my tits, punishing them with straight, hard shots, then uppercuts to each tit. The nipple chain finally fell from my right nipple, but was still securely fastened to my hardened, left nipple. Angie delivered one punishing blow after another, directly to my left tit, finally knocking the nipple chain off. She then went back to work on my belly. Sweat was dripping down my face and beads of sweat covered my body. My belly had turned to a bright red color and felt like it was on fire. I could still taste the blood in my mouth. Angie was starting to perspire pretty well, herself. She ordered the girls to bring her the whip. The taller girl left momentarily, then returned with a Cat-O-Nine tails. "Brace yourself, Bitch. This might hurt a little." Standing behind me, Angie raked the whip over my back. The sting of the whip on my sweaty back took me by surprise, but I didn't cry out. The second lash caught the side of my right tit, and that one hurt. So did the 3rd one. Angie stood in front of me. "Do you have anything to say, Bitch." I spit in her face. She slowly wiped the spit away, then ripped 3 hard rights into my belly before slamming my belly with the butt of the whip, taking my breath away. "We're just warming up now, Bitch." She immediately took aim at my left tit and the nipple ring I wore on it. I absorbed 10 hard lashes directly to my left tit before she took a quick breather. "You piece of shit. You won't be worth anything to anyone if you don't start talking." I looked her square in the eye. "Fuck You!" She punched me in the belly, then slapped my face again as Jack entered the room. "Angie, what the hell are you doing? I told you to soften her up a bit, not kill her." "And how do you propose that I do that, Jack?" He grabbed the whip out of her hand. "Not by whipping her to death." He threw the whip on the floor and stood behind me. "I'll say one thing, Cindy. You have an incredible body." He started rubbing my back, then ran his strong hands over my ass. He pressed the front of his body against the back of mine, then slipped his right hand down the front of my panties and gently caressed my moist pussy. He slid my hair to one side and started kissing the back of my neck. His left hand grabbed my left tit and he was rubbing his hand over my nipple ring. I couldn't help but get aroused. I was still sweating profusely and hurt all over, but he was starting to make me feel better in a hurry, and I must have been making him feel better because I could feel the bulge in his pants between the cheeks of my ass. "I hope you tell Angie what we want to know, because I don't want her to beat you anymore. You're way to beautiful for that." He turned to face me. "Will you tell her what she wants to know?" "Jack, I don't know what you're talking about." He stepped away. "You disappoint me, Cindy." He looked at Angie. "String her up outside in the middle of the yard. And gather everyone. We'll have a public whipping." Jack walked out the front door, while the tall girl started to untie the rope from the wall, while the chubby girl untied my hands. As soon as my hands were free, I punched the chubby girl in the face. She never expected it. She reeled backwards, holding her face. He mouth was bleeding as I got to her. I punched her again, this time in the stomach, just as the taller girl grabbed me from behind. I elbowed her in the stomach, then turned and drilled her with a straight right to the face, knocking her backwards. I charged after her, tackling her to the ground. She grabbed me in a headlock as I flailed away at her. Angie burst back into the room and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me off her. About the same time, the chubby girl arrived and grabbed me by the arm. I still managed to drill Angie in the face with a solid right before the taller girl got to her feet. The 2 girls held my arms tightly behind my back, giving Angie the chance to really tear into me. She was bleeding from the mouth and now I was going to pay. She punched me first in the face, snapping my head back, then delivered 15 straight punches to my exposed and unprotected belly. My head was slumped to my chest, and Angie finished me off when the taller girl pulled my head upright by my hair, by punching me in the face. I was bloodied and thoroughly beaten, still sweating profusely as the girls dragged me outside. The rest of the gang was already assembled as my arms were once again stretched high above my head. Angie came out of the house, wiping blood from her mouth, whip in hand. "Tell me when to start, Jack." "Go ahead and start. And don't stop until she starts talking." Before starting the whipping, Angie punched me 3 more times in the belly, before slamming the butt of the whip into my belly. She then reared back and began the whipping, raking the cat-o-nine over both tits. I absorbed over 50 lashes, grunting in pain with each lash, before Jack stopped her. "Angie, you can't have all the fun. Does anyone else want a shot at our Undercover Police Officer?" The taller girl approached me, taking the whip from Angie. She ripped my thong off, then knelt in front of me and began licking my pussy. Holding both cheeks of my ass, she inserted her tongue as the rest of the gang applauded. Finally, in the distance, I could hear the siren's. When I didn't call in this afternoon, my superiors expected the worst. Within 2 minutes, dozens of police cars entered the Ranch. Candy was the first to reach me. She cut me down and I collapsed into her arms. She covered me in a blanket as the paramedics rushed to my side. Jack and Angie and their gang of drug dealers were finally taken down. I spent a few days in the hospital, but quickly recovered. While I was severely beaten that last day, it is a day, and an experience, that I will never forget.