Nyomi's Last Case

[Jaydigger]

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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2

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Title: Nyomi's Last Case
Author:Jay Digger
Chapter Tags: Detective Story, Gang rape, kidnapping, gang warfare, reprogramming, brainwashing
Content Warnings: This is a brutal story about gang retribution on a black female detective.
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Detective Nyomi Camble busts the wrong Russian gangster. After she is gang raped in front of her sergeant, her death is faked, and she is sent to a facility to be broken and retrained for her new owner.

Title of the Story
Title of Chapter 1

Hush fell over the court room as the judge entered from his chamber.
“Be seated.” he said as he took his place on his bench. A quiet commotion echoed off the walls as people took their seats and settled in to hear the verdict for the trial. But none was more anxious than Nyomi Scott, a beautiful 32-year-old detective. She has spent the past two years of her life investigating the Russian drug ring in New York and yesterday she delivered a testimony strong enough to put away Dominic Kozlov. The first lieutenant to the leader of the Kozlov crime family, and the leaders' favorite little brother.
She sat dressed in a form fitting black blouse white dress jacket and a white skirt with black pin stripes on it. Her bright green eyes contrasted by her smooth milk chocolate colored skin became more focused. Her double D breast heaved as her breath got slower and deeper as the judge got ready to complete the prceedings.
“Has the jury come to a verdict?” The Judge asked.
“We have.” Said the lead juror.
“How does the jury find the defendant?”
“We the jury.” he said the moment slowed as her endless work collimated in this very moment. The Tireless stake outs, reading pages of transcripts and three corrupt cops found during the investigation. It all depends on this.
“Find the defendant, Guilty on all charges.”
The court room erupted in chatter and Naomi felt like jumping to her feet and cheering. But instead she stood up and took one last look at Kozlov. He looked back at her, his eyes on fire with rage. She smiled coyly and subtly licked her plump lips, thinking about the number have times she has had to let this guy go as he laughed in her face. Not this time tho, this time was different. She won.
His left eye had a scar over it, the eye was white, dead, much like his soul. He watched her as she walked out of the court room, the swing of her ass gave him an idea. His face went from a cold hatred to having a slight smile. His revenge was in the early stages of planning, but he had an idea for the detective that has put him in jail for the rest of his life.
Nyomi walked through the lobby of the New York court house when she heard a man from behind her. “Detective.” the deep gravely voice called out to her.
She turned around and saw her fifty five year old captain. “Capitan Harris, I didn't think you were going to make it out today.” she said
He walked up in front of her and shook her hand. “I didn't, I'm in court on another case.”
“So what's the next case boss, I just took down one of the highest ranking members of the Russian mob, I think I should get my pick of the littler, yes?” she said, smiling wide.
Her captain looked at her smiling at him, her eyes lit up and she showed just a little teeth between her moist lips. “Sorry kiddo, It's time for you to go on vacation for a few months.” he said
“Months, what the hell for?” she said in disbelief. “I killed my self to put this guy away now your forcing me to take time off?”
“Your right, you did just take down one of the highest ranking members of the Kozlov crime family. In fact he is also there leaders favourite little brother. We need you to get out of town for a little while, FBI has the whole thing set up and ready to go.”
“Is there a contract out on me?” she asked.
“Not that we know of but, we expect one on everyone involved in the case.” he said
She looked at the floor and thought about it. “No.” she said shaking her head “Im a cop. I don't run from bastards like this, I take them out and put them behind bars.” She said as she pointed at the court room she had just walked out of. She continued to walk out of the front door. “Im no coward captain, Im not running from anything. I'll see you at the precinct in the morning.” she said.
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She spent the rest of her week going through her normal routine of eating, doing laundry and later in the evening a trip to the gym. It hd been a week of forced time off and she would be flying out the next day for her federally planned vacation. But right now shw was in the gym. Her sanctuary. Where most people listen to music when they work out, Nyomi enjoyed the silent hum of the tread mill and rhythmic thump of her feet hitting the surface of it. She looked at her watch, turned off the tread mill and stepped off. She noticed a man in the mirror admiring her in her form fitting yoga pants and sports bra.
She had no interest in him but she didn't mind the attention. She grabbed her water and tilted her head back to take a swig. The man watch as her sweat covered body glistened in the light. Her arms, toned and strong, her abs flat and defined. A loud bang rang out as the man accidentally dropped a weight on the floor. Nyomi looked at him with that classic ‘what the fuck’ look and the man quickly picked up the weight. She laughed slightly at how pathetic men can be and headed to her next work out.
As she moved on to the weights she noticed a man at a machine not to far from hers. She stared at him for a moment and he smiled. She looked away quickly. Something about him gave her a chill. She looked at her watch, 11:30pm. “Damn.” she said out loud.
She had to be at the precinct at 0700 to get her ride to the airport.
She hurried out the front door of the gym to her car. Had she been paying attention instead of rushing, she would have noticed the two large men that trailed her and the black van that was parked beside her car. She got the the door of her car when she heard it, the sound that would signal the beginning of her new life.
“Don't move, don't scream” she looked up and saw a large white man, in his mid thirties pointing a small hand gun at her.
With out hesitation she turned to run the other way when she was blocked by a small latino man, the man from the gym. He was also armed with a nine millimetre Glock hand gun. The drivers side door of the car beside hers opened up and a man in a black suit got out. “Detective Scott? Detective Nyomi Scott, right?” the man asked. “Of course you are, we all know you are.” he said, his Russian accent.
He waved at one of the men, and the side door of the van behind her slid open with a loud rush causing her to jump. She looked at the glove box in her car with an eagle eyed focus. Just then a Walter ppk hand gun slid across the roof of her car.
“Walter PPK, just like mr. Bond eh.” the man said “We found it in your glove box, that is what you were looking for, yes?” One of the man came up behind her and put her hands behind her back. He put on some hand cuffs with a snap.
“This must feel a little odd for you.” he said
“Fuck you.” she said “You know who I am? You guys wont get ten miles from here before-”
“Before what?” the man interrupted. “We have at least six and a half hours till your expected, probably almost eight before anyone gets curious at least twelve till anyone comes looking for you.” the man looked her up and down as she stared back with looks that could kill. “Check her, then get the package prepped for transport.”
The man behind her forced her to bend over at the waist, slamming her head into the roof of her car.
“Ahh you fucking dick!” She yelled. Her eyes looked around the lot for people to scream for. Then when she saw non she looked for security cameras, clues the her collegues could use to find her. She was looking for hope.
The man slid his hand over her tone body checking for weapons. He slowed as he reached her firm round ass. He caressed it slow as he ran his other hand up over her flat stomach and over her breasts.
“She's clean.” he said as he stepped back. She slowly started to stand up and was stopped by the another man grabbing her from behind, holding a rag to her face. She started to kick but it was useless, the chemical drenched rag started to do its work quickly. Her body started to go limp and her vision blurred. She struggled to stay awake as her body was dragged into the back of the dirty work van. With the swoosh of the door closing, the van and other car left. Leaving her car sitting there, her purse and its contents strewn on the ground. The silence of the scene told the story of an uncertain future.
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Consciousness came back to Nyomi in the form of a roaring head ache and burning shoulders. She coughed and hacked life back into her limp body. She started to try to find her bearings, fighting to find her balance on her feet. As her legs meekly began to support her weight taking the weight off her shoulders allowing them some relief.
Her wrists burned and she looked up. Her handcuffs hung by a hook and chain. Her heart raced as she realized had been hung like a side of beef. A clue to her future that had not yet come to fruition.
The musty smell of a dirty basement filled her nostrils, it's scent pungent. Her eyes struggled to bring the world around her into focus. At first she could only tell she was in a dark room. As time quickly passed her curiosity did to. Her heart began to race as she became more aware of her situation.
“What the- what the fuck.” she said to her self.
She continued to look around the room and gain her focus until finally her eyes started to work again. She could tell she was in some sort of old meat locker. But it was in severe disrepair. Clearly years out of operation.
“FFFuck.” she mum-mered. She looked down and saw she was still wearing her sports bra, yoga pants and flat shoes. She quickly looked around the room to see if her purse was in there with her, but all she saw was old dirty walls and the beams of light peaking through the odd crack from out side of her prison cell. In front of her was a big door. She could hear men talking out side of it.
“Okay Nyomi.” she said to her self. “Your not fucked yet as long as-”
“HEY THERE HERE.” yelled to the men out side of the door.
“Fuck.....FUCK!” She yelled in frustration.
“Sounds like she's awake guys.” some one on the other side of the door said.
“Boss said not to worry about it, our job was to get her here and make the trade. Once the clients boys get here, we hit the airport and go home.” another voice said back to him.
What the hell are these guys doing she thought to her self. She knew that this was a pro job. If their whole job was just to get her there, then that means someone paid big to make it happen especially if they are out of towners. They were all different ethnicities, all different accents. Those guys probably don't event live in the same part of the world. It would be impossible to track them all down.
What felt like an eternity passed while another group of men arrived and the two groups talked, until one group, the ones that brought her here left. Silence fell on the room, her heart started to race and her eyes welled with fear and anticipation.
That door felt like it was getting further and further away, the temperature seemed to drop and her stomach began to twist until- CLICK, the door swung open and she saw the person responsible for her situation, and it scared the shit out of her.
“Hello detective.” a russian man said. Alexander Kozlov the eldest cousin of the family and also known as there interrogator, she had interviewed him once in the past and recognized his voice.
He had three other men with him, all three were large muscular men. She could tell by the tattoos on their necks they weren't just everyday enforcers. These guys were part of the elite. They didn't want her going anywhere.
“You know who I am.” Alexander asked.
She tried to answer but her fear made it hard to talk “ye- ye.”
Alexander quickly slapped her across the face with a loud crack. Her face burned where his hand hit her.
“YOU ANSWER QUESTIONS WHEN ASKED YOU GOT IT!” he yelled “NOW DO YOU KNOW, who, I am.” he asked.
“Yes.” she said trying to suppress her tears “Yes I do, You are Alexander Kozlov, They call you the interrogator. You've never been formally charged with any crime.”
“Ah you see gentle men.” he said as he pushed her long hair out of her face. “Beautiful women can be smart.” He stepped back “Now we know, you know, a fair bit about us but, we don't know exactly how much you know.”
Nyomi started to shake but quickly re-gained control of her self. “What do you want to know?” she asked. “The case is over, what ever you want to know you just have to ask, don't have to go through all this trouble.” she said, preying she could talk them out of torture.
“Oh sweet heart.” he said as he walked closer to her. “We want to know everything and be honest your not just going to tell us that cause your case is closed right?” he said as he came to a stop only inches from her face. “No you won't tell us that.” Nyomi's mind raced and her stomach twisted and turned as she thought about what she was in for. She felt Alexander place his hand on her hip.
She tried to pull away “NOOO PLEASE!” she yelped. The cuffs that bound her hands above her head dug into her wrists as she tried to pull away from his touch. Alexander and the other three men laughed. “My dear, we haven't even started yet, please leave your begging for later.”
She looked up at him as she tried to curl her body, His eye drew a line from her juicy moist lips, along her smooth neck and down to her double D beasts. He then straightened up and reached into his inside pocket.
Nyomi watched him intently, waiting for him to pull out a gun, but instead he produced a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out and lit it. He stared at her, reading her reactions, revelling in her fear. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled. “Strip her.” He said motioning to the three men.
“NOOOOO!!!” She screamed
The three men ignored her pleas and began to strip her cloths. Two of the men grab either side of her yoga pants and viciously pulled down and away from her body. The tight-fitting pants that once just teased her voluptuous curves were now torn away to reveal them.
A third man stepped in front of her. She looked up at him, desperately trying to cross her legs. Her reached out and grabbed a first full of her hair and yanked her up right.
“AH!!” she yelled, she hauled back and hocked a loogie in the mans face looking at him defiantly. The man while still holding her hair smacked her hard with an open hand. Her body went limp for a moment, stunned from the impact of his hand striking the side of her face. Her hair felt as tho it would tear from her scalp.
The man then pulled out a large knife, jerked her head back and placed the blade on her throat. She stopped dead in her tracks, her green eyes opened wide, her plump lips where quivering as she froze in fear. She tried to scan the room to look for the other men but they weren't in her eye line. The knife was cold and freshly sharpened.
“LOOK AT ME!” said the strong Russian who gripped her hair. He ever so slightly pressed the blade into her throat. “Don't fucking move, cunt!” he said.
She nodded her head yes. He stared into her eye as he moved his knife sd the tip of it rested against the centre of her throat. She tried to hold her emotions at bay, if she started to cry now or loose control, she could move enough to cut her self with the blade.
She could feel how sharp his blade was as he started to drag it down her neck towards and down to her beasts. He applied just enough pressure to scare her, but not enough to cut her skin. As he traced her cleavage with the tip of his blade he began to build a big loogie Im the back of his throat.
he slipped the blade between her breasts. The cold steel sliding between the delicate flesh of her breasts shot fear into her very soul. He pulled the edge of if against her sports bra.
He leaned in bringing his face above hers and spit the large loogie in her face. The yellow and brown mucus hit her face as she closed her bright green eyes to protect them from the vile liquid.
“Bitch, you will soon learn, never to do something like that again.” he said. With that he yanked his knife towards him, cutting through the front of her sports bra. Her breasts exploded out of the front for all the men to see. He proceeded to cut the straps allowing the clothing to hit the floor.
The four men stood there and looked and the beautiful black woman before them, her hand tied above her head, her body was smooth and toned. Alexander returned to stand in front of her.
“You have a beautiful body Nyomi.” he rested his hand on her firm stomach. “Such a strong woman.” he thought for a moment as he looked her up and down.
“What do you want to know?” she asked. “I get it, you have the power, ill answer your questions.” she said. “But, if you touch me again I'll fuckin kill you.”
Alexander stepped up to her and swiftly punched her in the stomach. His fist made a loud slapping sound as it his her strong abs. She let out a low bellow as all the air rushed out of her lungs and her body pitched over. Alexander grabbed her hair and pulled her squirming body up right.
“BRING HIM IN.” Alexander yelled. His loud voice echoed of the walls.
“Tighten her up.” He said to one of the men. The enforcer walked over and turned a crank, pulling her hands ever higher in the air. Her feet began to leave the floor. The man stopped when the only thing holding her weight was the very tips of her toes.
She could hear the loud scrapping sound of something heavy being dragged in behind her. She found her self having trouble repressing her fear. Then she saw him. They dragged her captain, tied to a chair and beaten and sat him right in front of her.
She burst out in tears. The man who had been like a father to her was now being used as a way to get information out of her. “What else do your people know, that wasn't used in the case against my dear cousin.” Alexander asked as he began to walk around her. She looked around at the other men who were making no effort to hide the fact that they were looking at her naked body, half smiling about there current position of power. “Will I have to ask you again?” He asked as he pointed a gun at her captains head.
She dropped her head in defeat, her tears began to flow as the shame of her next move took over and she spilled all the information she knew. “We know that you guys have your hands into human trafficking.” she said. Her head hung low.
“What a wonderful start.” He said. “Tell me more.”
She spent the next forty five minutes spilling her guts. Telling about on going investigations, about how interpol is working with them. How the Canadians think there maybe some sort of Kozlov owned facility in a remote northern location. Its purpose unknown.
She told them how close they were to certain aspects of there human trafficking rings in New York, Toronto and Miami and worst of all, that they were closing in on the location of there leaders. They knew it was a town about two hundred kilometres north of Moscow.
Alexander walked around her continuously admiring her curves and strong form. When she finally stopped talking he stood in front of her. She shook from both the fear of what came next and the fact that she was naked and freezing her ass off.
“What else do you know Nyomi?” Alexander asked as he put his hand on the white sheet that covered the items on top of his cart.
“That's all we had.” she said. “I mean it! That was all we had.” she said as she looked at him, her face was a mess thanks to the constant stream of tears. You have to believe me she said.
He pulled out a handkerchief and used it to dry her eyes and face . He cradled her face with his rough hand. “I know love, I know.”
“It really is I swear.” she said.
“Do you have under covers?” he asked. His face was so close to hers she could smell the stench of his breath creep up her nose with every word he spoke.
“No, Non.” she said quickly, helplessly ashamed at how easily she gave up the information.
He stepped back and looked around to the other men. “So, we are all good then?” he asked. He started to take things out of his pocket and setting them on a chair.
She looked around and saw the rest of then emptying their pockets. Cell phones, wallets, loose change. “Can, can we go now?” she asked knowing what the answer would be. She put away there family. She knew they would make her pay. What she saw sent a burst of adrenaline through her veins, but her thoughts quickly shifted to her captain. “Please let him go, he is useless to you.” she began to plea.
Alexander stood between the two of them. “No sweet heart, he is valuable. But don't worry he will live.” She had a moment of relief until he completed his thought. “He is going to tell every one what happens here tonight. What happens to you. He will tell other cops what a good example you are.” The Alexander said.
She started frantically shaking her head. She looked around again and saw that the men where beginning to strip. “FUUUUCKK!!” She yelled in frustration.
“You put our brother in jail.” Alexander said. “Now it is time for us to show others what happens when you hurt us. Because make no mistake. Taking the love of our brother did hurt.”
He walked up to her and looked at her captain, staring in fear for her. Alexander grabbed her hair and jerked her head back.
“Eyes open captain.” Alexander said with a growing smile. “I want you to see what happens to your little nigger bitch.” he let go of her head and stepped Toawrds the captain. “Cause this is your fault.” he spun around burying his fist into her stomach.
The smack of his fist hitting her was almost as loud as the air rushing out of her lungs. “Ahhh” she growled out. She let non sensical sound and grunts as she struggled to fill her lungs with air as Alexander and his men laughed at her.
Soon however, they all slowly stopped laughing . They stared at her in complete silence. The tension in the room was making the air thick enough breathing felt as tho is was becoming difficult. Alexander looked around at everyone in the room. “Take her!” he said.
“NOOO!” The captain screamed as three large men approached her.
The three of them took a moment to drink in her body as she regained her stepping and struggling to keep her weight on her tippy toes.
Her body shivered from the cold of the warehouse. Her nipples were hard and erect, pointing out in front of her as if selecting the first in order. The man in the centre stood there and stared at her as the other two swooped in, each one grabbing a leg.
Her weight came crushing down on her shoulder as the two men ripped her legs apart.
“SSSTOOOPPPP!” She screamed.
She looked at the men on either side of her and then stared at the dirty man that stood in front, his penis was filthy, his smell filled her nostrils. She closed her eyes tight and looked away and waited for the inevitable.
But this man had no plans of making it to quick. He began running his hands up the inside of her thighs along her firm stomach. Her muscles clenched and spasmed as her body tried to escape his vile touch. She felt his fingers run down and along the soft lips of her pussy. Then without warning he jammed two of his fingers deep into her pussy.
“AAAhh' she yelped as his knuckles violently impacted her pelvic bone. Tears streamed down her face as her pleas for mercy echoed off the hard cement walls.
“Let her go You bastards.” That Captain yelled. But no response was granted to him aside from the grunts of the man violating her. The man pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with the head of his cock. He lined it up and looked deep into her eyes, and after a moment of staring he thrust hard shoving his entire penis into her void.
Her head jerked back as she felt that mans cock get harder and harder with every stroke. He didn't last long tho cause almost as fast as it started he let out a low grunt and shot his seed inside of her, the heat of it's shame filled her and she hung her head.
“NEXT!” said alexander.
The captain watched as the Russian men took turns. Her screams went from a loud howl, to a dull roar. He watched as one of the men finished and stepped back, he could see the cum leaking down her dark thighs, making them glisten in the poor light of the warehouse.
The captain sat there, his eyes cast down to the floor in front of him, praying that they let him and Nyomi go soon and end this nightmare. He listened as the last man finished his assault and silence fell upon the ware house.
“Take a look captain.” Alexander said in his deep Russian accent.
The captain slowly looked up to see Alexander standing in front of the now exhausted body of officer Nyomi Scott. She hung by her arms, her bodies full weight sitting painfully on her shoulders. Alexander looked her up and down and took a fighting position, like a boxer.
“She is like punching bag yes?” he said looking at the captain.
“You've made your point. Let us go.” The captain said. He worked hard to keep his emotions in check.
Alexander tightened his firsts and cocked back like he was about to treat Nyomi as his own personal punching bag. He shot his hand out like a shot from a canon, hitting her in the side of the head instantly knocking her out.
His fists loosened and his eyes light up, as tho a thought so profound had come over him it stopped him dead in his tracks. His hands dropped to his sides.
“Drop her.” he ordered his men.
As alexander walked towards to captain, two of the half dressed released the hook that held up Nyomi and let her body hit the floor with a thud.
“Now Capitan you will go back to your precinct, and tell them what you have witnessed.” Alexander looked to one of the guards at the back of the room. “Did you bring it?” he asked. The captain couldn't see the mans response but judging from the pleased look on alexanders face he deduced it was probably not good for him.
“Captain I want you to tell your friends what happened to Ms. Scott here, tell them what happened to you and what will happen to them if they try to come after us again, you under stand yes?”
The captain reluctantly nodded his head, acknowledging the maniacs demands. Alexander leaned in his nose almost touching the captains.
“You do not have to tell your family about this, we trust you will deliver the message to your friends, cause if you don't we will tell your family. You have a nice daughter yes?”
“I'll tell them, I'll tell everyone.” The captain said choking back his emotion.
“GOOD!” Alexander said “Lets go gentle men.” One of the guards walked over and gave Alexander a nickel plated snub nose five shot .45 cal. Gun. Alexander pointed the gun at the captain. “bag him.” he said. “Drop him on the front steps of his family home.”
Alexander walked over to Nyomi's body. He smiled down at her, she rolled around slightly out of her mind. Alexander knelt down and punched her in the side of the head sending her head crashing to the concrete floor.
“Hey captain, tell them she said good bye.” Alexander said and he stood to his feet and aimed the gun at Nyomi
BANG, BANG, BANG. BANG BANG CLICK, click. The captains heart sank as Alexanders gun clicked empty.
“YOU FUCKIN COCK SUCKER!” the captain screamed. Through the bag bag over his head. The Capitan was dragged out of the room kicking and screaming about his vengeance.
Alexanders men had mostly left except two guards. He looked down at Nyomi's body, un touched by any bullets. One of the guards looked confused.
“You emptied the whole clip sir, how?”
Alexander looked at him, ashamed of his underlings stupidity. “Blanks smart guy.” he threw the man the gun. “Now everyone will think that she is dead. We have a business opportunity here.” The three men looked at her naked body slowly start to come back to life after the punch Alexander landed earlier.
“Prep her to ship to the training house, feel free to have some fun with her before you pack her up and get her to the hangar. She belongs to us now.” Alexander said as a large smile formed on his face.
Nyomi awoke with a pounding head ache and an inability to see. It scared her for a moment until she realized that was in a box of some sort. She struggled to figure out what was going on. Her police training kicked in and she started to us the only skill she had available, obeservation.
She listened hard to try and pic out sounds. It was clear that she was in a vehicle, judging from how much she is bouncing around probably that back of a truck. She heard another sound that got her hopes up. She heard the truck slowly moving though a crowded street party.
CHINA TOWNS NEW YEARS EVE CELEBRATION. All she has to do is yell out and someone will hear. She tried to open her mouth but as hard as she tried it wouldn't open. She tried to roll from her stomach to her back but again, her body wouldn't respond.
What the fuck is wrong with me she thought. She couldn't moved at all. They must have drugged her. Succinylcholine. It's used by ass holes in frats to rape girls. She had worked many of those cases in the past. Enough to know she was screwed with respect to any kind of escape attempt.
After thirty minutes of driving she felt them turn into a driveway and the truck stopped. Again she focused listening. Finally the silence broke and she could hear the driver talking to what she figured a security guard. She had trouble making out many words, all she heard was the word “hangar.”
Soon the truck was on it's way again and she could feel it weaving and winding slowly. Soon it pulled into a building. She could tell cause the roar of the trucks engine echoed off the walls.
She heard men open the truck and carry her wooden crate off the truck. It took a moment for her to realize, she is at the airport. Her heart began to race as she realized if they get her out of the country she may never been seen again.
Her mind struggled to make her mouth scream and her fists bang against the inside of the wooden crate they were shipping her in. But all her body did in response to her demands was lay there motionless.
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She laid in her crate for hours on end. Nyomi couldn't believe the drug hadn't worn off yet. She was stuck in the same position. For her entire journey. The temperature dropped drastically shortly after they took off. She was frozen in place by the drug, as her skin was frozen by the air.
She couldn't even shiver to get her self some what warn. She was locked into her own mind. Constantly thinking about what her captors where going to do. Going back and forth from fear about her future and extreme anger towards the piece of shit Russian that put her there.
After eight hours of frozen flight time she felt her buttocks and thighs suddenly get warm. For split second she was relieved from the warmth until the stench his her nose and she realized what she had done. After so much time and a drug that stole here ability to control all her bodies functions.
As she felt her feces and urine leak from her body her mind was stretched to her limits of tolerance. She struggled to keep her sanity in the humiliation of her situation. She thought about what would happen when these strangers un packed her like a piece of luggage. Then she felt anger, anger towards her self for being worried about being embarrassed in front of the douchebag criminals.
After hours she finally landed and the plane taxied into another hanger. Her stomach turned as she felt her crate was unloaded. But it wasn't over. By her calculations she was loaded onto to two trucks, before she finally came to a stop. They went far, and they also probably wanted her so confused even if she did escape she would not now where she was.
By now the drugs has finally worn off. But being trapped naked in such a small crate didn't afford any room to stretch out. She heard a door open along with several foot steps. She could hear men speaking Russian to each other.
BANG!
The sound of a pry was slamming into the exterior of her crate startled her, making her jump and smack her head off the top of the crate. As soon as the man pulled open the front of the crate, two large arms reached Im, ripping her out of her crate like a product. Her eyes strained in the bright light. She felt a large hand grab her her hair and hoist her to her feet.
“AAHHHHHHH! STOP PLEASE STOP!” She begged. The sharp pain in her scalp was accompanied by the burning sensation in her legs and back as they stretched out from there former cramped position.
As her vision adjusted she could see four large men, each wearing gas masks to protect them selfs from the stench, Black surgical gloves covered their hands while they all had long black rain coats on.
“You made quite the mess on your trip.” Said the man holding her hair. His Russian accent, so thick she could hardly understand him. “Come You filthy monkey.” He said.
Her fear out weighed her anger at his racial slur. She tried to look around and see where she was, but all she could tell is that they were in a small loading dock. Her hair felt as tho it would tear out as he pulled her to a grate on the floor.
“Stand on it bitch.” he said pointing at it. She took a step and stood at the grate. Her body shivered in the freezing cold of the loading dock. She used one of her arms to cover her breasts and the other to try and cover her pussy. The man looked her up and down.
“So you are the big tough cop eh. Don't look to tough to me, just a little nigger cunt.” His thick accent only helped the words cut deeper.
“FUCK YOU!” She said.
“Soon slut, soon. Wash the shit off her.” he said to one of the other men.
She felt the freezing high pressure water hit her back like a thousand little needles being shoved into her.
After about five minutes they shut down the valve and removed there face masks. She was surprised to see how average they looked. They where all young, mid twenties at most. One of them walked over and removed her hand cuffs. She rubbed her sore wrists and shivered from the ice cold blast of water. She stood in the middle of the loading dock, staring down Russians that clearly didn't want her dead, and that scared her.
One of the men walked over to her with a different pair of shackles. Heavy thicker ones, like you see at one of those stupid mid evil fairs.
“Hands out front, and don't do anything stupid.” the man said impatiently.
Her hands slowly dropped from her breasts, bushing along her smooth mocha skin along her hips and came to rest over her bald slit.. She kept her eyes focused on a spot of the wall beyond the men that stood in front of her. She felt the cold steel of the shackles wrap around her wrist and click shut. Her soaking wet hair was partially covering her face was suddenly brushed away by the man behind her as he slowly wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand pressed against her firm stomach pulling her wet naked body into him.
“Now we have been very nice to you.” He whispered into her ear. His breath reeked of stale cigarettes and vodka. His hand slowly ran up her stomach to her tits. “The trainers wont be able to get you till morning, Which means you're lucky.” The men surrounding her laughed.
“You get your first night with us.” he said. She felt him lick up the side of her neck and stick his tung into her ear, She squirmed, tho knowing the futility of resisting them. She didn't know where she was. Hell she didn't even know what country she was in. All She knew is the she was in a loading dock, surrounded by four drunk Russians and she knew what was next.
They didn't waste any time. The man behind her walked her over to a couple of dirty skids lying side by side on the dock. Two of the men came up behind them and laid two grimy moving blankets on the top of the skids.
They threw her down to the skids. She started to kick and scream, flinging her bound arms around trying to fight off the men. But it was useless. Two men grabbed her legs while a they forced her bound hands above her head.
“You fucking cock suckers!” she yelled.
They tied her hands to the skid above her head and an ankle to each corner. Her hips violently waved back and forth and she raised her head off the skid.
“Fuck you ass holes! I will fucking kill you!” She screamed through her fear-filled tears.
The four men just stood above her and laughed as they passed around a bottle of vodka.
“So.” said the man standing by her head. “You think you will kill us yes?”
“Fuc-.” she paused and she gathered her strength “Fucking slow.” she said through her clenched teeth.
The man laughed and whipped out his dick. “Cool off, you, stupid, nigger, cunt.” He unleashed a stream of hot, stinky piss on her head.
“AHHH.” she screamed as she desperately tried to dodge his filth as it soaked her hair.
He stopped for a moment and shouted something in Russian to the other men. They walked around and knelt at her head, one to the left the other to the right above her. The man over her put his hand on her forehead and slammed in into the board of the skid. She felt herself float into a daze and she mumbled nonsense. Then she felt a rope wrap around her neck and tighten down, she thought it was the end, she thought they would kill her...Her luck wasn't that good.
After a few quick flips of the rope they had tied her neck down to the board so she could no longer move her head. Her eyes drifted up as the other three men joined the first and began pissing on her face. She choked and spit out all that she could while the men laughed at their new toys torture.
The struggle to breathe was almost as bad as the smell and taste. The splatter sound of their streams hitting her face joined her gasps and coughs, joined together in a choir of echoes bouncing off the walls that she would never forget. Soon, the men had nothing left in them, and the real fun started. As the night wore on the men dumped at least three loads each either into her cunt or onto her face.
As the hours ticked by one of the men walked up to have another round. By now her voice was horse and gone, her screams and pleas were mere gasps for air as the ugly man began to pump in and out of her tight cunt again and again.
This was at least his third time, so he lasted a while. Her pussy was sore from the non-stop abuse. As he stared to climax he pulled out shot his load on her tits. She didn't have the strength to fight anymore. She was freezing cold, covered in piss and cum from a night of abuse from these dirt ball Russians.
As the morning approached, they dragged her back and sprayed her off with the hose yet again. They gave her an old mechanics coveralls and put her into an empty room on her own. She slept for what felt like seconds till she was woken up by the sound of the door swinging open.
She looked up and saw a tall man in a black sweater and pants, and beside him was a beautiful woman. Tho tiny she had huge breasts and a large round ass that was tightly hugged by leather pants. She wore a black leather corset and a long black coat. She took a haul off of her cigarette.
“So this is the new product the client wants trained?” she said in her thick Russian accent while she took another deep haul off her smoke.
“Yes mistress Valentina.” The man beside her said.
Nyomi slowly rose to her knees. “Who are you?” she asked.
“I am mistress Valentina, But you will simply call me mistress. Everyone else will be referred to as sir or master. Do you understand?” she asked.
“Where am-.” Nyomi began to ask, but was quickly interrupted.
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME CUNT!?” Mistress Valentina yelled.
“Yes Mistress.” Nyomi replied reluctantly. She hated to give these people any power over her.
“You will not ask anymore questions.” The mistress said “Get her ready for the break-in.”
“break-in?” Nyomi asked.
The woman and man looked at her, annoyed and walked out of the room, shutting her into her prison... Her home. The echo of the drips of water falling from the leaky pipe hitting the floors became a hypnotic distraction for the young detective. She curled up on the hard floor of her cell, desperate to wake up from this nightmare. Who were those two, what break-in and what client.
Her detective side started to kick in. She thought about every word those Russian assholes said. They said “this is the one the client wanted trained.”
“Who is the client?” She said out loud to her self.
Her thought was broken by a loud bang out in the hall. Footsteps followed. “Must have been a door.” she whispered to herself. Ever since she got there she had been trying to figure out the layout of her captors facility. The echo of heavy foot steps boomed off the wall of the corridor out side of her heavy steel cell door. They grow louder with every step, her heart beats matched the volumes escalation. She wouldn't let these bastards see her shake. She stood on her feet and with a deep breath tossed her chin in the air, just as the booming footsteps stopped at her cell door.
Time slowed as she heard someone fidgeting with the lock on her door. Until the loud click of the locking mechanism brought a crack of light around the edges of the door. Her lip quivered for a moment as the door swung open.
The massive figure in the door was just a silhouette for a moment while her eyes strained to adjust to the flood of light coming in from the hallway. As the man approached her, each step was accompanied by a loud thud that echoed of the wall.
”Come here bitch.” He said in a thick Russian accent.
She looked up and the detective in her started up again. She could tell he was wearing a size 13 to 16 boot size. Dirty jeans and a dirty white shirt. His greasy long hair and skin didn't look like they saw soap very often.
“NOW!” he yelled, this time accompanied with a hand open hand slap on across her face.
“Fuck!” she yelled, “I'm coming.” She cradled her stinging cheek as she moved her feet.
“You will soon learn the consequences of talking to your master and trainers with such a filthy tung in your mouth.” He smiled. “Besides, your tung is meant for other things.” He pulled a leather collar out of his pocket and put tightly around her neck. Then he took out a leash and clipped it on.
“Walk.” he said as he led her out of the jail cell. The hall had a cold concrete floor and white brick walls. The white T-shirt they gave her was damp from her moist room. It clung to her breasts, the moisture the cold air ever closer to her erect nipples. She counted 13 other doors as the came to the end of the hall. Most where quiet but a few had the sounds of whimpering girls coming from behind them.
She bumped into the back of the giant guard that controlled her leash, not noticing he had come to a stop.
“Watch it!” He said with a sour look on his face. He banged his fist on the heavy metal door in front of him. The echoes thundered off the walls and floor. He said something in Russian and a loud click could be heard coming from the lock of the door. They walked I through the door into a large circular hallway. In the centre of that was a security office with ten of fifteen men in standard security uniforms with stab proof vests.
As the guard led her down the round corridor, she peered into the office through the barred windows. It struck her that this was just like a supermax prison setup. Except there was something she saw on the wall of monitors that caught her attention. The monitor had a bunch of cells with other women and men in it. All were wearing a similar shirt to hers; some were pretty beaten up looking.
They came to a stop, and she shivered as the guard fumbled with a large key ring. He finally slid his key into the large heavy door. It squealed as it swung open and from the dimly lit hall came a roar of people screaming at the top of their lungs. Her heart began to pound and her eyes widened at the sound of other people being broken-in. She hadn’t noticed the guard had started walking, the hard jerk on her leash reminded her.
“MOVE IT BITCH!” He said.
She stumbled forward in the hall and turned to watched him shut the heavy door with a loud click of the lock. She couldn’t hide it, she was scared. The guard turned and looked at her and started laughing. “Your white eyes look like giant headlights with that nigger skin shit bag.” How said.
He pushed her back, his hands hitting her shoulders almost knocked her on her ass, but she stumbled and regained her balance. She turn and walked in front of the giant guard. She struggled to keep herself from crying. This hallway was different from the others. There were stains on the floors and there were bigger rooms, judging from lower number of doors. As they passed a door a loud blood-curdling scream came from the woman on the other side. Nyoman jumped and Yelp as she dropped a couple tears. She struggled to maintain her composure.
The fat guard yanked on her leash, making her choke momentarily as she stumbled back towards him. His giant arm wrapped around her waste and grabbed her left breast. She let out a scream as his boldness shocked her. His body engulfed her and she felt his garlic-scented breath on her ear. She squirmed in his tight grip.
“Stop struggling bitch.” He said calmly. “There is nowhere to go, even if you could get away from me.” She decided to calm down, her fear still ran rampant through her mind but she knew he was right. “This is going to happen.” He said as his hand fondled her left tit. “And by the time we are done with you, you will be begging to eat my ass.”
She began to shake and convulse as her fear began to take over again. He reached over with his free hand and opened yet another heavy door. Inside was a bare room, in the middle was a floor drain, and above it a chain with a hook dangling from the ceiling. In the corner was a heavy-duty table made from thick beams. It sat on wheels, and the table was flanked by two muscular men in white orderly uniforms and white latex gloves. Thought ran through Nyomis's head. So far, she has put together that this is a training center of sorts for slaves sold to high-end clients. And that terrified her.
“Gentlemen,” the fat man who had her on a lead said to the two men on either side of the short heavy-duty table. “This one has spirit,” he said, then paused as he looked down at her. He reached down and grabbed her right breast in his large hand and proceeded to squeeze.
“Fuck you!” She barked at him.
“She needs to be broken in properly.” He said, and he clamped his grip down on her breast. She fought against screaming from the pain, refusing him the satisfaction.
He released her and shoved her towards the two men. “Get her set up, I'll be taking her to the prison cells first.”

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[EvilKnight]

This got me hot. The image of her hanging by her wrists, skin glistening with fear sweat….ready for use and abuse.

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