The Hitman Set Me Free

I scowled and tried to interrupt but Gunn cut across me.

"You think about handcuffs often. Some officers have switched to zapstaps, but not you. You like their heft. The feel of the metal. That's why you keep them in your pocketbook. You didn't pack them just to meet me. But you hoped I'd find them."

"Hey, no, fuck you!" I stood up. My face was hot again and I would have run if I hadn't wanted to kick his ass. "Don't act like you know anything about me!"

Gunn smiled. "Why? You're used to taking a mile of shit. Lawyers talk to you differently, don't they? They treat you like a little girl playing police. They don't talk to your colleagues like that."

I felt dizzy, overwhelmed. Stripped bare. Was I obvious? Just some stupid cliche?

"You like most of the suspects better than D.A., better than most other cops," Gunn continued slowly, still holding my gaze." You know they think you're sexy, even if they hate you for it. To them, you're beautiful and powerful and to other men in your life, you're nearly invisible."

Suddenly Gunn was an inch from me and taking the whisky glass from my trembling hands. He raised the rim of the tumbler to my parted lips and tipped the last shot down my throat. The last sip was hot and amber, and made my lips and throat sting slightly.

"You've been picturing me naked since you first noticed me," he whispered. "You came here hoping something sexual would happen."

"I didn't, I came because--" but Gunn's lips were on mine, soft and sweet, his tongue tasting the sweetness of the whiskey on my lips.

"You're naturally submissive," he said softly, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"I'm really not."

"To a naturally dominant person you are," Gunn corrected. "You wore that dress. You placed the vibrator. And even now you're playing by my rules. You kept it from falling out. You've been thinking about sucking my cock since you first laid eyes on me."

I lost the staring contest at once. I studied the floor. Between the thundering of my heart and the buzzing of the vibrator, I felt naked. Utterly exposed.

Gunn tilted my chin again to hold my gaze. I felt too ashamed to fight him. "If you do whatever I tell you tonight, you won't regret it."

"What if there's something I don't want to do?" I mumbled.

"You don't have to. But the more you submit, the happier you'll be. My job is to film you looking like you're having the time of your life, or the tape is worthless."

I blinked. "But you won't hurt me? If I want it to stop, I can leave?"

"I won't hurt you. And if we've got enough on tape, then yes, you can go. But if you don't cooperate, I'll have to report to Valenti that you didn't fully accept my offer. You need to get as much on film as I want to give you."

He kissed me again, this time deepening the kiss and exploring my mouth with his tongue.The tiny vibrator inside me begin to slip and I squeezed my legs closed but I felt it slip from my slick entrance.

And then Gunn's hand flew between my legs and his thick fingers brushed me through my thin black thong. He smiled as I gasped at his touch and slowly withdrew his hand from beneath my skirt. Gunn sniffed the wet pink vibrator slowly, watching me as he did.

"You smell sweet, Vina," he said, reaching for a paper shopping bag by the other loveseat. "You should get ready. The washroom's down the hall. The door just past that is a bedroom. Please put on everything in the bag and meet me inside." He uncuffed me and I felt oddly deflated.

I shook like a leaf as I emptied the bag in the bathroom. A tiny navy top that covered my shoulders and upper back and about a third of my tits. It snapped closed and was decorated with fake epaulets and breast pockets. Then a pair of navy leather hotpants two sizes too small. They covered only slightly more than my thong, giving me a wicked cameltoe and making my round ass hang out obscenely. There were a pair of black heels to match, four inches high and and plain but for thick straps at the ankles. I put them on and then I saw the little steel padlocks open on the buckle. High, locking stilettos. Never in a million years. I was bound to end up on my face. Still, I watched myself snap the padlocks closed. They forced me to balance on my tiptoes and thrust my ass out in an odd, bimbo-ish stance. Finally, there was a hat, an imitation of a police cap, complete with a star on the front. I turned to the mirror to see a stripper in cop drag. My heart shaped face and overdone makeup, long tumbling black hair and brown skin set off my hourglass figure. My already heavy tits could barely be contained and little crescents of brown skin popped out of the bottoms as well as the sides and tops of the bustier. My waist looked much tinier than it was and the soft plain of my tummy seemed to disappear next to the cartoonish swell of my already broad hips and ass.

I managed a few wobbly steps in my sky-high pumps without breaking my neck and left my blue dress and lingerie in a heap on the bathroom floor. The tightness of the costume added to the unsteadiness I felt on my feet, and I took delicate, cautious steps out of the bathroom and down the hall to the plain, white closed door.

The room was large and spare, with carpets the same empty off-white as the walls. Neither the walls nor the ceilings were adorned. The room was dominated by a vast king-sized bed with plain white sheets, and a heavy dining chair upholstered in black leather. There was a small wooden hutch to the left of the bed, next to a door to a closet or a bathroom. The room was lit not by an overhead bulb, but half a dozen lamps that cast a warm glow over the otherwise spartan surroundings.

"Come in Vina." Gunn emerged from the corner I had missed and my gaze caught and held on the camcorder and tripod that faced the bed. I swallowed again and took a very bashful step forward.

"Look at you, all dressed up," Gunn smiled and wrapped his long arms around me and traced his palms lightly over my ass. I bristled. He was still fully dressed - did he think this was going to be a one woman show? "Before we start, I need you to show off your new outfit to the camera."

I pulled away from his touch and glared up at him. "Why?"

"Because," said Gunn, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater "we want your identity to be obvious even if we film from a distance. And because you're sexy and someone should film your mostly naked body up close. And lastly," Then he spanked my ass hard enough to make me stifle a yelp and leave a sting. "Because we both know you want to be told what to do and made to do it. Now when I tell you to do something, obey. I want you to dance and shake your ass and show your face to the camera."

My feet began moving while the rest of me seethed. I didn't sign up to be treated like a little girl or a whore either, but as I drew level with the camcorder lense, my rage fled and I felt my shyness return. I let the camera take in my dark complexion and my exaggerated curves, my long wavy black hair and my humiliating costume.

"Dance. Smile," said Gunn, but he felt a thousand miles away. Who would see this video? My first thought was Valenti, accompanied by a surge of horror that transformed instantly into arousal. I grinned at the thought of Valenti watching and rewatching me as I turned on the spot and wiggled my hips and ass to an imaginary pornogroove that played in my mind. His dick would get hard and he'd want me but know he couldn't have me, so he'd fuck his mistresses or maybe even his wife, but he'd be thinking of my ass and my tits while he fucked them. It would probably drive him crazy that he didn't try to fuck me while he had the chance and now he never would.

"Well done, Vina. You're much sluttier than anyone realized," Gunn's voice was wonderfully hoarse and I was elated. "Now come here, I've got something else for you."

Empowered by my little dance, I found the heels easier to walk in and the tightness of the hotpants positively erotic, and I swayed my hips like I was strutting down the catwalk. Gunn stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyes locked on mine rather than my hips as I joined him beside the bed. I grinned up at him slyly as I waited for what was next.

Then he had my wrist behind my back and then the other and before I my cop brain engaged. "What the hell!" I growled but the hardness of his expression had softened and he looked on the verge of laughter. "You think it's funny?"

Gunn tucked my hair behind my ear and said "I think you're cute when someone who isn't scared of you busts you down a peg. And yeah, I think it's pretty funny to act like you don't want the cuffs."

I started to splutter, but Gunn scooped me over his shoulder and carried me back to the camera and set me down on the ground in front of it. He pulled the snaps of my tiny top open and my large, caramel breasts spilled out in front of the lense.

"We both know you're a slut, Vina, but are you an exhibitionist?" Gunn said, his strong hands squeezing my breasts and fondling my pebble-hard nipples. "There's only one way to find out for sure what to do with you."

He pinched my nipples hard, almost painfully and then turned me away from the camera. For a moment I thought he was done, but then Gunn opened the closures at the sides on my hotpants and my thick ass spilled out of the thin strips of fabric. Gunn held me still, but leaned past me to adjust the angle of the camera. He grabbed my ass hard and shook it so that it jiggled. The breath caught in my throat.

"Look at all this, Vina. You hide all this ass in men's jeans and uniform pants. An ass this thick should be on display." He spanked me again and my ass jiggled harder. The thrill of being handled and objectified and groped by someone like Gunn, who could really have anyone just made me wet as hell. Then he said "bend over, Vina" and my blood froze.

Gunn didn't give me any time to respond or fight back. He pushed my head down firmly. I tried to clench my legs together and arch my back to keep myself hidden, but Gunn wrapped an arm under my hips and I felt my nakedness gape in front of the camcorder lense.

"Excellent, Vina. Look at your tight little pussy, it's already ready for me."

He spread my pussy lips for the camera and dipped a finger just inside me. I shuddered, both in excitement and horror, but there was no fighting him in front of the camera unless I wanted to call off the whole deal. Actually what I really wanted was to fucked like a wild woman.

"Totally on display, just like you need. You're so wet, Vina. Even the camera can see how wet you are. You're such a slut. I'll bet you got waxed just for tonight, didn't you?"

In that one awful moment I was glad the camera wasn't capturing my face. Yes, I had gotten a bikini wax for tonight, just in case. Maybe I was a complete slut.

"And look, Vina, your little virgin asshole," purred Gunn, poking his pinkie inside it. I clenched up around his digit and grimaced and he swatted my ass gently. "Don't worry, Vina. I know just what to do with horny sluts."

He let me straighten up and walked me to the huge white bed and pushed me down onto the sheets. My arms were cuffed behind me, but I barely registered the discomfort. I was about to get fucked into oblivion. I watched Gunn walk to the side of the room and I expected him to strip down but instead he opened a drawer and took out a wooden case and set it on the bed next to me.

"Inside there are three things you need to please me tonight, Vina," he said quietly, but the serious Gunn from the living room and even the courtroom was gone, replaced by this grinning, sadistic, playful man I would have done anything to fuck in that moment. "Guess what they are?"

I couldn't say anything. A thousand wicked and wonderful ideas popped into my head and I shook my head dumbly.

"If I owned you after tonight, Vina, I would punish you for not speaking when spoken to. Maybe I'd spank you until you guessed right, and only then would you be any closer to making me come, but we only have a short time together, so I'm going to show you."

He opened the box and my mouth went dry. Inside were three objects that immediately got my attention. The first was a leather collar and a chain leash. The second was another vibrating dildo, much larger than the first toy, veined and purple. The last was a little steel buttplug with a pink jewel on its handle. I looked at the contents of the box and then at Gunn. His rusty eyes burned bright into mine and I knew there was no protest in the world he would believe. These toys made me want to beg him to come, but I knew Gunn was going to make me work for it.

He reached for the collar first, and fastened it tightly around my neck. Its buckle contained a matching padlock and Gunn slid it closed without pausing, and reached back into the box for the lead, which he snapped onto the collar. He tugged it gently a couple times and seemed satisfied by the way my eyes widened.

He reached back into the box and pulled out the dildo and held it close to my face for inspection. It was large for a man, but I wasn't a total novice.. He positioned it near my mouth and whispered "open wide."

I did and he pushed it slowly but firmly to the back of my throat. I near gagged and he withdrew slightly, before plunging in again, fucking my throat a half dozen more times before withdrawing the dildo and replacing it with his tongue. I lapsed into blissful kissing for several happy minutes when I felt him glide the dildo into my pussy. I groaned as he fucked me gently with it a moment before pushing it inside me as far as it would go, so that the base of it was just barely visible between my legs.

"I'm surprised you took all of that," said Gunn, adjusting the rabbit ears of the dildo so they brushed my clit. I winced at the fleeting intensity of the touch.

"Why does it surprise you if you think I'm a slut?" I asked as he reached back into his box for a clear plastic tube.

"Sluts aren't sluts because they fuck a lot of men." I could see that he was lubing up the buttplug and I squirmed. The only time a man had ever tried anal with me, it had been too painful to continue. "A slut is a woman who can't stop thinking about getting fucked. She's so hot for it that she'll do anything. When you turn her on, it doesn't matter if you spank her or call her names or humiliate her, she can't stop thinking about your dick. That's a slut. So I'm surprised you could take it all because you're the kind of slut who never gets a dick to suck. But it won't be long now."

He pushed me onto my stomach and pulled me over his knee so my ass was in the air again. Gunn's fingers circled my asshole, massaging cold, slippery lube around it and inside and I writhed but didn't squeal or cry out. "Ready, Vina?"

The little steel plug pressed hard against my ass and I couldn't hold back a shrill yelp as the pain blossomed through me, but then I heard a 'pop' and felt dramatic and instant relief. Gunn spun it around and nudged it with his hands a few time to tease me, and then told me to lie still and wait for him.

He left the room and I heard taps running. The camera wasn't twenty feet away, and trained right on me. And then Gunn entered the room again and picked up the camera off its tripod. He stood over me.

"How do you feel?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

He moved the camera down over my naked body, lingering on the collar and the handcuffs, and eventually the protruding dildo and buttplug. I experienced such a keen and erotic thrill from the exposure that I nearly came right there on the bed, but Gunn replaced the camera and moved the tripod just beside the dining chair on the other side of the room. He returned to me and slid something thin and black and familiar over my hips.

"You'll need them when I put you to work," said Gunn, and I realized he'd dressed me in the thong I wore when I arrived.

He helped me to my feet and waited while I steadied myself, with only towering heels to walk in and no arms to balance myself, to say nothing on the dildo and the plug. I took two careful steps forward and Gunn lengthed the leash, taking a seat in the black leather chair and forcing me to tiptoe to him in the painfully high heels. He was still fully clothed.

"Are you even going to fuck me tonight?" I blurted out in a moment of panic. Gunn grinned.

"If you're good. Are you mad?" His smile was playful.

"I look like a fucking Christmas tree and you haven't even lost the shirt," I snapped.

Gunn laughed. "I love my sluts to be naked when I'm not. Reminds them what they're for. Unless you'd rather be done. I...I do have enough, you know. You can leave now if you want."

There was a plug in my ass. I was definitely not leaving until he fucked me tonight. He already knew the answer, because he tugged the leash gently until I drew level with his spread legs. I could see the thick bulge in his pants now. The camera was right beside me.

"Down," he said, and I lowered myself to me knees, very slowly and carefully, determined not to need help balancing.

He tightened the leash again and I moaned at the warmth and enclosure of being of between his thighs, about to see his cock for the first time. He unzipped his trousers and there it was. It was long and thick and dark like Gunn, veined and ever so slightly larger than the toy inside me.

"You're going to suck me until I tell you to stop. If you're good, I will turn on the vibrator. If you're bad, I'll pull out of your mouth and come on your face and then we're done for the night." He grabbed a fistful of my thick, dark hair in one hand and my leash in the other, and pulled my mouth down on his dick.

His skin tasted warm and clean, with traces of some kind of body wash with sandalwood. He was thicker than any man I'd gone down on and I worried about knicking him with my teeth. I started slow, rolling my tongue up and down his shaft, sucking hard closer to the base and darting my tongue over his tip.

Gunn groaned and tightened his grip on the leash, pulling me down farther. "That's right, Vina. Good girl. You're just a natural cocksucker, aren't you?"

I flickered my eyes up to him and saw his facial muscles taut and his lips parted in ecstasy. He pulled my leash and forced me down another inch. I gasped for breath around the girth of his dick and Gunn stroked my hair.

"That's right, Vina. I'll train that sweet throat of yours to take the whole thing before I let you come tonight. Look up at the camera, little slut."

He slid his foot between my legs and nudged the buttplug and I cried out in shock but the sound was muffled by Gunn's cock.

"Tell the camera how much you love me fucking your mouth."

I looked up at the lense and tried to say how bad I needed him, but Gunn yanked the leash again and all I could do is take a shallow breath before he filled my throat.

"Of course you need it, Vina. Look at you. You're a cumslut masquerading as a cop. You've got a badge and a gun and you still need someone to master you." He stroked my hair and allowed me to grab a short breath before impaling me further on his cock. My throat was so full I couldn't do anything more than suck him and moan at the truth of his words. My nose was buried in the rich charcoal linen of his slacks.

"But you've been a very good girl, Vina, and I told you that good girls get rewarded."

He switched on the dildo and I nearly fainted. The rabbit ears fluttered around my swollen clit and made me see stars, while the dildo hummed inside me and I could feel the steel buttplug echo the vibrations through my body. Gunn pointed the camera to my face to capture my expression.

"This is what it looks like when you train a slut to take it in every hole," Gunn narrated to the camera and I moaned around him and sucked hard, desperate to push him to the edge. Instead he turned up the vibrations and I stared up at him now, unable to stop from writhing and bucking between his legs.