Carol had thought that going undercover would advance her career faster than anything else, and in a way, she’d been right.
Not in the way she would have wanted, she hadn’t been prepared even in the slightest to go up against one of the largest criminal organizations in the world. What she had been was supremely confident that she could do what no one else had done, in fact, overconfident would have been a better description of it.
Perhaps if she’d known that her boss, and his boss, were both already in the organization’s pocket, she would have stood a fighting chance, but that just hadn’t been the case.
Instead they had been well prepared for her arrival and slowly, but methodically, broken her.
Her degree in criminology, her PhD in psychology, her training at the academy, none of it mattered in the slightest.
They’d started off with little things, having her do some party drugs to fit in, accept some light physical harassment, things she could rationalize she had to do or put up with to keep her cover.
By the time they introduced her to the new synthetic drugs they’d been testing in the lab, she hardly hesitated. And they weren’t just highly addictive, they had been tailored for just such a use case, causing an extremely high libido and supercharging the pleasure centres of the brain.
After two weeks, she had been fully hooked and they stopped even pretending. She sucked their cocks for her next hit, let them fuck her pussy, and took multiple of them at the same time.
She stopped pretending to be anything other than an eager little cum dump so after as well.
After they’d had their fun with her for a few weeks, they’d dumped her in a strip club they owned and put her to work. That’s where she’d been for the last six months, sucking and fucking her clients, getting her tits done, and learning how to be whatever the client wanted.
“Let me see them.” Johnathan Foreman, the director of her old agency said.
“Of course Sir.” she replied and undid her trench coat, slipping it from her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
She’d arrived at his home a few minutes ago, as directed, and exchanged pleasantries with her old boss just as he was leaving. The organization was looking to move up the chain in her old agency and she was the perfect tool to do so.
She’d filed an HR complaint against Johnathan back when he was just middle management, he’d suggested a quick role in the hay to advance her career and she’d been disgusted. Eventually though, she’d been convinced to rescind the complaint by her boss, to keep her own record clean.
Carol sauntered over to Johnathan and pushed her tits out, resting her hands on his shoulders, and grinning ear to ear.
“Sir, I’ve been thinking about your offer, and I was hoping it was still on the table.” she said.
“Well Carol, you don’t work for the agency any more so I don’t see how I could help you advance in your career now.” he replied.
“Oh, that’s not an issue Sir. You see, I’ve been a cum slut for the mob, a blowjob queen at a strip club, so my career path is clearly leading in one direction, and one direction only…” she replied as she ran her right hand down his chest and used her left hand to gently stroke the back of his neck.
“Oh? And where is that?” he replied with a smirk.
“Well Sir, it’s to be a total anal trophy wife. You see Sir, I was hoping you could stick your cock so deep in my ass that I would be ruined for anyone else. That I’d be so desperate for you to do so again that I’d be anything you wanted me to be.”
Johnathan chucked and grabbed her ass for a moment before leading her towards the bedroom and she knew she’d accomplished her task… which meant her supply of the drug would continue and that was all that matter to her.
