Detective's Body, Prison Toy

"Detective's Body, Prison Toy" by HeyAll

The following story contains dominance & submission, along with a female detective and numerous men. To find more of my stories on Nifty, do a search for "heyall"

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Detective Ling Wong had interviewed inmates in federal prison before, but this was different. This time, she was newly promoted to the homicide division where she had greater authority. A string of recent retirements allowed her to nab the spot around her 40th birthday.

It was an open secret among law enforcement that this prison was corrupt. There was a mutually-beneficial alliance between prison officials and the criminal groups inside. The Warden turned a blind eye to smuggling and bribery, in exchange, violence was kept to a minimum.

Despite the danger of it all, Detective Wong felt safe coming here alone. After going through security and making her way inside, the detective met a lawyer named Catherine, a tall statuesque woman who'd fit in any corporate boardroom.

They were both clean-cut professionals who could have been anything in life, yet here they were, inside of a prison which housed violent offenders. Ling almost became a lawyer herself. In her early 20's, she got accepted into a good law school, but backed out at the last minute to pursue criminal investigation; a decision which dismayed her parents.

"Good morning, detective," Catherine said while offering a handshake, with a stone cold beautiful face.

Detective Wong shook the woman's hand. "Good morning. Security took longer than expected. I hope I didn't keep you waiting."

"Not at all. I'm accustomed to being here. These days I spend more time around cell bars than in my office, if you can believe that."

There was a slightly crooked grin that formed on the lawyer's face, and Ling could certainly believe that the exaggerated statement was true. It was commonly known that Catherine was the go-to lawyer for organized crime. The best legal expertise that money can buy.

A corrections officer led both women down the hall, while they each carried their respective briefcases with them.

The man they were going to see was Mr. Bruno, who by all accounts, was the inmate who ran the prison from the inside. He was in charge of what crimes were allowed, and which crimes weren't. Drugs, gambling, and even prostitution. It was also believed that many of the officers, and potentially the Warden, were all on his payroll, which explained the excessive perks he got.

Mr. Bruno was sitting alone in an empty room where conjugal visits were held. He had a cup of coffee and had finished smoking a cigar. A perk he flaunted, knowing that a detective was coming.

"The visitors are here," the corrections officer told the inmate.

He nodded. "Very good."

While the officer kept a distance, Detective Wong sat across the same table as the inmate, while the lawyer sat to the side.

Greetings were brief. They'd met before on several occasions, back when Ling was assisting a lead detective on a bank robbery case and they needed information from this man. She had always found him to be intimidating.

"Let's get to the point," Detective Wong said.

Ling opened her briefcase and took out a folder. She spread the pictures on the table so the prisoner could get a good look.

The pictures were a glimpse of the twisted violence that plagued the city and had citizens on edge. There were macabre murders being committed with religious tones. Strange rituals were performed at each crime scene.

"Creepy stuff," Bruno said, half nodding. "I'm glad I'm locked in here, where it's safe."

"What do you know about these people?"

Ling tapped her finger on two of the photographs. Surveillance images of masked men wearing hoods and robes leaving a crime scene.

"I may have heard a few things," Mr. Bruno said vaguely. "Just rumors. People talk behind bars, ya know."

Detective Wong leaned forward. "Listen, you arranged this meeting. If you want a deal, we can work something out. If you can provide helpful information, then I'd be happy to talk to the parole board on your behalf."

"All I know is, cops lie. As for me, I'm a man of my word. Whatever I say, happens."

"Mr. Bruno, you're dealing directly with me now. I do everything by the book. If we make a deal, it'll be in writing so that your lawyer can review it."

The man looked over to his lawyer, who gave a curt nod, signaling that this was a deal worth making.

"May I propose a firm offer?" Bruno asked.

"Please do."

"We become partners of sorts," he said, striking a business tone. "I help you. And you help me. Everybody wins."

She kept a strong poker face. These kinds of secret arrangements were common in law enforcement, which Ling always frowned upon. This was the first time she had ever been offered such a deal because of how straight-laced she appeared.

"Why are you offering this to me?" Ling asked. "Surely you have plenty of connections with other agents."

He smiled, "I had my attorney do a little research and you're the best choice for what I'm looking for. And I'm looking for something very, very specific. Something only you can give me."

"You're being vague."

"Need me to spell it out, detective?" he asked.

"My time is valuable. Tell me what you want for the information."

Bruno leaned closer. "What does every man want inside prison?"

"Sex," she replied. "For someone like you, that's readily available here."

He shrugged. "Sure, I can get my dick sucked. It took years before I could finally bribe the right officers to bring me pussy during weekend conjugal visits."

"There you go. Problem solved."

"Think harder, detective," he replied seriously. "What do men in prison really want, beyond cheap pussy?"

The inmate's eyes went up and down her body. First lusting after her face, then going down to her chest and small breasts.

Detective Wong connected the dots. "Are you going to keep asking? Or do you want me to say it?"

"Based on your background and presentation, you're a very smart lady. You say it. I want to hear your assessment."

"You want a cop's pussy," she said bluntly.

Bruno flashed a grin. "Not just any. Yours."

"Thank you for wasting my time."

The lawyer chimed in, "My client will provide substantial information for each blowjob you give. Further details in exchange for vaginal intercourse. Servicing multiple inmates at a time will result in bonuses, in the form of discreet cash payments delivered to your home."

"You've certainly put a lot of thought into this," she replied.

The lawyer was unphased. "These are my client's wishes. Blowjobs, vaginal, and group service. Simple terms. Your career will blossom and you'll be the most famous detective in the country."

"Would you like to be disbarred by the ABA for ethical violations?"

"The prison guard will deny everything I've said," the lawyer replied without batting an eye.

Detective Wong turned and glanced over to the corrections officer, expecting help in this situation, but the officer remained oblivious. There was no way to count on this officer for sworn testimony.

"I should have known," Ling said, shaking her head. "It was my mistake for coming here. Never contact me again."

The detective stood up and collected the photographs on the table, ignoring Bruno's offer for large cash payments. As she put her things into a briefcase, she heard figures in the tens of thousands of dollars.

Once her belongings were arranged, she headed towards the door, which the corrections officer opened to escort her out of the room.

A hand touched her shoulder as she was about to leave.

"Wait," Catherine said. "Hear me out."

Ling faced her. "I have nothing to say to you. And don't worry, I'm not going to report the ethical violations you're committing, if that's what you're worried about."

"There are more important matters at hand, like masked killers on the loose."

"Which is why I have to get back to work. I have other sources that are far more credible than your client."

"Yet, you showed up to Federal prison today," the lawyer countered. "Detective, we both know that my client is the most credible person in the city. The fact is, Mr. Bruno has more sources than anyone. We both know that."

That was something that no one could deny.

Ling took another chance. "I'm listening."

"Women like us have taken an oath to uphold the law. We serve our purpose to society, but in much different ways. I know you don't respect me, but think of all the good you can do with my client's information."

There was something in the lawyer's eyes that resonated with the detective. It was a look of sincerity, of wanting to do the right thing, despite the lawyer having already sold her soul to unseemly clients.

"You still have my attention," the detective said.

"Follow me. Let me show you something."

"I've already said that..."

The lawyer cut her off, "Trust me, you'll want to see this."

Her instinct as a detective was unsure what to do at the moment, but Ling was genuinely curious what the lawyer had planned. Whatever this was, it had her full attention, and with the city on high alert, she felt compelled to stay inside the prison a while longer.

The trip through the halls showcased the influence Mr. Bruno wielded. Two corrections officers escorted them wherever he wanted to go while uncuffed.

She noted the smell of sweat and paint as she ventured deeper inside. Her heart raced, knowing she was outnumbered by people who were all in cahoots with each other. But of course, she'd never show fear.

They reached the area where high profile inmates were kept in confinement. The lawyer signaled to a guard, who instructed an inmate -- inside a cell -- to put his hands behind his back so he could be handcuffed through a small opening on the door.

"I'm going to show you how serious we are," Catherine said. "Then maybe you'll be in a better mood to negotiate."

Detective Wong was perplexed that such an intelligent and respectable lawyer would still be pushing an insane bargain that would never happen. It was usually the clients who were ignorant, not the lawyers.

"I'm still listening. But like I said earlier, I can't be bought. Especially not the way you're suggesting."

"Think about the lives you'll be saving."

Ling hid her frustrations. "We can work out another deal, something that's legal and within reason. I'd be happy to advocate for a reduced sentence if your client will provide anything of value."

"Unfortunately, my client won't be up for parole for many years."

"Then do the right thing. Pursued your client to help me."

"Nothing is free in this world, detective," Catherine said, tossing her long hair back. "Everything has a price."

Dropping to her knees, the stern lawyer positioned herself in front of the cell door and put her hands inside the entrance. It was a scary sight, as the large inmate could attack at any moment. But that didn't happen.

Instead, the lawyer pulled at the elastic waistband and freed a large cock. She pulled it forward and the inmate's penis was hanging through the opening.

Catherine took the penis into her mouth and sucked. She bobbed her head back and forth without any sort of shame.

The sight was so jarring that Detective Wong gasped out loud. It wasn't that the detective was prudish when it came to sex, it was more the shock of seeing such a respectable lawyer doing this so casually with a prison inmate.

"Hey, come on, don't be alarmed," Mr. Bruno said in a soft, fatherly voice towards the detective's ear. "These men aren't bad people. They're reformed. They're people who've made mistakes years ago. They want to do the right thing and help you solve these heinous crimes. They just need a little relief for their troubles, that's all."

"Does your lawyer do this often?" Ling asked, eyes on the cocksucking.

"We pay Catherine a lot of money for legal services and we expect a lot in return. That's how things work."

Ling was focused on the expert blowjob happening in front of her. She could hear the sucking and slurping, along with the sound of the inmate moaning in pleasure. It was obvious that the lawyer had sucked off this inmate before in front of the guards. The inmate hadn't flinched and the guards watched without expression.

As much as the detective should have walked away, the taboo scene of the lawyer sucking dick was spellbinding. It was the most surreal thing she'd ever seen in her life. Worse, her panties were moist from her hot pussy.

It took every ounce of energy to keep herself from squirming, though she was certain that Mr. Bruno noticed her breathing harder.

Minutes later, the prisoner grunted and the lawyer jerked the cock fast. Catherine's mouth was wrapped tight, and based on the grunts, it was clear that the inmate was filling the lawyer's mouth with cum.

When the blowjob ended, the lawyer pulled her mouth away, allowing a string of cum to connect from the penis to her mouth, which she wiped away.

Catherine stood up and fixed her outfit while also licking her lips clean. All it took was a few seconds before the lawyer looked ready for a courtroom appearance again. Oh yes, this woman had done this countless times before.

"It's that simple," Catherine said, unashamed by what happened. "You want names? You want information? All you have to do is work your mouth. It will be our sworn secret."

Ling gulped deeply. "You have no morals."

"There's nothing wrong with bending the rules. Are you telling me you're not aroused? Detective Wong, I can see how your body is reacting. You watched the whole time. You look like a bitch in heat."

"Maybe I wanted to see how low you'd stoop," the detective replied, keeping her best poker face.

Catherine scoffed. "Face it, we're both unstoppable women. There's no difference between us."

The lawyer snapped her fingers at the guards, who uncuffed the inmate. Then she gestured to the next cell.

With the utmost curiosity -- or maybe it was another feeling -- Detective Wong went with the group to the other cell. The guards opened the small entrance on the cell door and summoned the inmate.

As Ling stood there wondering what act of debauchery she'd see next, the lawyer had a persistent look on her face.

"Let's get on our knees together," Catherine said with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Why?"

"Because this man has critical information."

"How can I believe you?" Ling asked.

Catherine smiled, "Because I'm a lawyer. It would be a gross ethical violation if I lied to a law enforcement agent. On your knees, detective."

Enticed by the lawyer's soft hands touching her, Ling reluctantly agreed to get on her knees. It would only be another blowjob to watch. It was harmless. She'd already seen one, this would just be a little closer, Ling told herself.

Both women on their knees in front of the cell door, the inmate approached, knowing what would happen.

The lawyer reached in the small entrance and pulled the inmate's elastic band down, freeing a black cock that hung down. Like before, the inmate was trained for this, stepping forward to insert the cock through the narrow entrance so both women could have full access to it.

Ling's heart nearly skipped a beat as she watched the lawyer suck on it, mere inches away. It was one thing to watch a blowjob from a short distance. Watching this up close had set her cunt on fire.

She watched the lawyer's cheeks cave around the shape of the thick cock. The lawyer had a passion for sucking, Ling thought. And in many ways, Ling had the same passion, but only for a handful of people in her entire life.

After a minute, the lawyer spit the cock out. The cock shined with warm saliva and was raging hard at that point. Swollen in the lawyer's hand and between delicate fingers.

"It's only a penis," Catherine said, dangling it by the detective's face. "I'm sure you've had one in your mouth before. The difference is, this will save lives and give your career a major boost. Go on. Suck it."

Ling was screaming inside, looking at the black cock that was inches away from her. The lawyer kept dangling the saliva-covered erection, and Ling wasn't thrilled about getting another woman's sloppy seconds, much less from a convict's dick.

"What crime did this inmate commit?" Ling asked with a hoarse voice.

"Detective, if you believe in second chances, then it doesn't matter. This man wants to be an ally. I've vetted him. His sources are legit and he's always reliable."

"Our careers will be over if anyone finds out."

Catherine giggled. "Things are discreet in prison. The last thing anyone wants is a federal investigation. Now start sucking."

The detective had never been so torn in her life. She despised men behind bars. She despised criminals, even though she believed in rehabilitation and second chances.

But the case was national news and the sense of urgency felt in the police department had never been so great. Yes, she'd be saving lives if she did this. God knows how many lives would be spared by this simple act. And if she were truly honest with herself, Ling wanted the accolades as well.

As a woman in the police department, she wanted to raise the bar. She wanted the recognition, both from her peers and in the country. She wanted to be known as a great detective who solved one of the biggest cases the country had seen in a long time.

Ling bent forward and took the cock in her mouth. The inmate moaned as she sucked on it. She ignored the fact that she was tasting the lawyer's saliva -- that she was now swallowing it -- but that mattered less and less as her own saliva replaced the lawyer's.

What mattered was that she had a swollen penis in her mouth, which pulsed and jerked as she worked her lips around it. This was the first time she had ever engaged in a sex act while other people watched and it was an unusual rush. She kept her eyes closed and focused on the task.

She was certain her cheeks turned red from the shame and dishonor. But she was also certain that her pussy was dripping wet from arousal.

"Keep sucking, bitch," the man groaned.

Ling was tempted to bite down on the shaft, something to leave a temporary mark on the man who called her a `bitch,' but she needed this man's information. So she needed to make him feel good, despite having no intention to swallow. As she sucked and stroked the shaft, she knew the man was close and she was going to pass the cock back to the lawyer to finish things off.

When she felt an impending orgasm from the throbbing penis, she touched it for the first time using the tips of her fingers and pointed it towards the lawyer's direction.

Catherine shook her head. "That's all yours. Enjoy it. This one tends to ejaculate a lot. It seems prison has a way of increasing a man's testosterone."

The lawyer pushed the cock back towards Ling's direction and guided her head towards it.

Not wanting to make a fuss, Detective Wong accepted the cock back into her mouth while the lawyer held the shaft tightly and stroked. This was it. In a matter of moments, she knew she'd be getting a mouthful. It was one thing to give oral sex, but to swallow a man's ejaculate would be especially degrading for a woman like her.

The man grunted and Catherine stroked the black cock faster, while holding the detective's head in place. When the grunt became loud, the cock jerked and Ling's mouth was flooded with several spurts of hot cum. The quantity was overwhelming and the taste was distinct.

She gulped down as fast as she could to prevent choking. She was disgusted with herself and the amount she had to swallow, but she was equally as aroused from the brazen sex act in front of others.

It wasn't long before the balls were drained and the cock gradually turned flaccid inside of her mouth. She sucked all that was left and released her lips, letting the flaccid penis hang down on the metal.

"Shit that was good," the inmate said behind the cell door. "Ever have black cock before, detective?"

"Fuck you," the detective replied.

"Soon, I hope."

Looking up while on her knees, the detective saw Mr. Bruno standing there with the biggest grin she had ever seen on a man.

"Well done, ladies," Mr. Bruno said.

Detective Wong wiped her lips with her hand. "I gave a blowjob. Now I want a name."

She stood up and tried to regain whatever dignity she had left. The lawyer stood up as well.

"One blowjob for one name," he said. "Do you want to solve the case?"

The look in the man's eyes was vicious and Ling knew that her pussy was next. Her pussy was the goal all along, as she'd been told earlier. The question was, would she give it to them?

She thought about her duty to the city. Her sworn oath to uphold the law and affirm a standard of bravery. Her mouth had already been used and still tasted of cum. Why not go another step?

"I want to solve the case," she said.

Mr. Bruno seemed unsurprised by the admission.

"Guards," he said.

The corrections officers knew what to do. One of them went to the control area. The other guard took Ling over to a steel table and bent her over.

Ling was still on her feet, but her stomach, chest and face were pressed onto the steel surface. The guard undid her pants and pulled everything down, revealing her skinny legs and bare butt. Her cunt was wet and she wondered if they could smell it.

While laying there, she heard the clickings and clackings of cell doors opening. Not all of the doors, just some. Ling figured that only certain inmates were worthy enough for a cop's vagina, while the more dangerous inmates were only trusted for a blowjob.

Multiple footsteps approached and Ling could hear their chatter.

"Fuck, the boss got us pussy to share."

"A detective's pussy has always been on my wishlist."

"I'm going to fuck this Asian bitch hard. Her head's gonna spin."

She ignored the derogatory comments and avoided looking at them. Listening to the banter of these crude men, she figured that some were white and the rest were black. She could hear the excitement in their voices and the intimidating sounds of their clothes coming down and their footsteps approaching.

An inmate slapped her ass and she flinched hard, but remained still after. Other inmates helped by spreading her flat butt cheeks so they'd have easier access to pussy. It seemed they wanted a good look first because it had been a while since these men had access to pussy, much less a police detective's.

There were plenty of hoots and hollers from the view, before Ling felt herself being penetrated. Strong fingers plunged inside of her pussy and anus. It hurt. These men weren't gentle, but her pussy was wet, which at least helped.

Detective Wong was then penetrated by a large cock and she yelped. Her pussy was small and tight. Her body took a while to adjust and the inmate, whoever he was, gave her all the time she needed before going to town. She squirmed and trembled as the man fucked her, pressing his big hands against her lower back to control the action.

All the while, she could still hear the banter and hollering from the lucky group of men who were watching this. Men who were unable to believe their luck at what they were seeing and what they'd soon have.

Hands groped her body. They caressed her long hair and neck. They slapped her butt while she was being fucked from behind. Hands even groped her breasts when they lifted her upper-body. She faced down on the table when these men unbuttoned her blouse and opened her top. She closed her eyes when they pulled her bra to expose her small breasts and long dark nipples. They pinched her nipples, of course, in a rough manner.

The man fucking her grunted and came inside her pussy. She hadn't agreed to that, but she didn't refuse either. The last thing she wanted was to talk to any of these people or make direct eye contact.

After her pussy was filled, the man thanked her, slapped her butt, and pulled his large dick out, leaving a gaping feeling in Detective Wong's tight, delicate pussy. She could feel the man's cum leaking from her hole.

She wondered if this would be it. She prayed it would be. Would other men have an interest in pussy that was used and coated with hot cum?

Answering her question, these men were so sex starved that it didn't matter that her cunt was messy. The next man lined up behind her and went to work fucking, making her gasp and moan.

"You're doing amazing," Catherine said, stroking the detective's long black hair. "I had no idea you were such a trooper. You can handle these big cocks with ease."

Detective Wong clenched her eyes shut. "How many more?"

"Believe me, you'd rather not know."

There was a mischievous delight in the lawyer's voice, knowing the real answer of how many cocks Ling would be taking. But some things are better left unknown.

It was a solid hour that Detective Wong endured. No one bothered to clean her pussy before using it. She was certain her butt cheeks had turned red from all the slappings. Her nipples and small breasts felt bruised from all the hard groping. And her pussy was sore from the relentless, non-stop fucking she had gotten from these pent-up, sexually aggressive men with large cocks.

A part of her wondered if these men were chosen because of their value, or their size and prowess. She knew this was meant to demean her, to put her in place for future contact. Throughout her law enforcement career, Ling became accustomed to the leering eyes of criminals and suspects, knowing how badly they wanted to fuck her because of her status and beauty.

This was their victory and a secret stain on her reputation.

But despite that overwhelming feeling of shame, Ling had four beautiful orgasms. It was a record for her. She had never cum more than twice in a row. Now she learned that she could be multi-orgasmic in the right setting if her body was pushed hard enough. And if her mind had the right lascivious stimulation.

She left a massive wet stain on the floor. Her pants, which were down at her ankles, were ruined. Her shoes were also wet inside. She had squirted with each orgasm and male cum rolled down her skinny legs. A long, hot shower was the most urgent thing on her mind.

As the well-fucked Detective Wong laid flat on her stomach, still face down, she heard someone speaking in her ear. Even through the haze of the multiple orgasms, she still had enough awareness to realize that she was being given names and locations.

Mr. Bruno placed a paper beside her.

"For your efforts," he said.

Ling had already been fucked by this notorious man whom she had known for years. She didn't feel good about that, but what's done is done.

She managed to stand up after recovering. The sexually-relieved inmates were being taken back to their cell by the guards. Ling's pants were still down and her nipples were still exposed.

"I hope the information is correct," Ling said, pulling her pants up.

Although her legs were dirty, she didn't want her pussy exposed to Bruno and the lawyer any more than necessary. With her pants done, she pulled her bra down, tucking her tits away, before buttoning her blouse.

"It's all there," Mr. Bruno replied. "I can assure you of that. With your abilities, you'll arrest these people within a week."

Ling looked at the paper. "You could have given this to me without... all the extra trouble..."

"What's life without sex?" he said. "I expect you to return whenever you need big information."

Detective Wong kept her eyes on the prize. As she read the names and addresses on the paper, she felt cum trickling down her cunt, soiling her panties. It was sinfully delightful.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Bruno. The parole board will be hearing about this, but only the relevant details, obviously."

She folded the note and put it in her pocket. When the inmate was taken back to his cell, Ling casually went to the bathroom, hiding the fact that her butt was sore and her pussy was aching.

The End

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