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Detective Megan infiltrates a Fetish Club

BlackJacker

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My name is Megan, Detective Megan. I was born in a family that have been working in the police force and military. I have worked in both until I was 23. I felt like my talent wasn't recognized and opened my own Detective Agency. It wasn't hard at first, catching the smaller criminals was easy. But if I wanted to build my reputation in the are area I worked in, I had to target the big fish. Some were easy to fine because of former co-workers I have worked with in my previous jobs. I knew that it wouldn't be enough and had to build my own connections outside of the police and military.

My office was in downtown Los Angeles. Towns of celebrities and rich people. Those were the people I had to make connections with. But just like catching criminals, I had to start off small. I would go to nightclubs or bars, mingle with both men and women and get to know them. Although I was socializing them just for connections and information, there were many of them I felt like I had a genuine connection with them.

When it comes to sex, male or female doesn't matter to me. However, I grew up a tough girl and enjoyed being on top. So the feeling of a man on top of me was definitely different, sometimes I hated it, but I knew this benefit job and tried my best to enjoy it. And hey, sometimes I did. While gender doesn't matter, my standards for men are very high. I prefer someone with a baby face, but had a personality like a man. Hot, sexy, confident. When it comes to females, most of the time, it doesn't matter to me. I would kiss and flirt with whoever if it seemed like they were a bit interested in me.

I was a known nightclub goer and it didn't take long for me to be invited to clubs where celebrities went. That is where I met my now 2 best friends: Rising Actor, Summers and the Pretty Face Actress, Angeline. We clicked very easily and became friends. They proved to be trustworthy and useful. Summers was part of a very powerful agency that not only had A-List Actors, but Singers and Models as well. Angeline has done a lot of movies and made a lot of "guy friends". They knew what I did and I was even able to help them out with problems as well. With their connections, I have been able to take down big named criminals and my reputation rose.

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I was in my office one night, bare feet on the table, leaning back on my chair and looking at files for my next case. Suddenly, the door to my office slammed opened and in came a crying girl. Looked to be a college student as she was wearing a college shirt.

"Detective, please help me! My friend has been kidnapped!" She said sobbing. I put my feet down and pulled my chair forward.

"Did you call the police?" I asked

She looked up with tears in her eyes.

"I did and they did an investigation but quickly said that they couldn't do anything since there was no evidence."

I looked at her confusingly.

"Huh? How quickly was this investigation?"

"They came over to my apartment, looked around, and searched the computers, but that's it. It didn't even seem like they tried!"

"Hmm...alright, I'll look into it. What's your friends name?"

"Bethany Cortez, and thank you so much."

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The next morning, I walked into the police precinct. Usually, when things like this happens, it means that someone was trying to cover up the crime. And the suspect I have that would do this is...

"Captain Rose, may I have a word?" I said walking into the Captain's office. She was scanning papers on the faxing machine.

"Detective Megan, how are you? Can you give me a minute?" Said the Captain. I knew the Captain when I joined the military. She was very hardcore and gets the job done. However, she rose ranks very quickly since she was power hungry and did anything to become the top of her field. Ever since she became the boss of this precinct, I kept tabs on her. And knew how to handle her.

She was facing the printer and had her back turned towards me. I walked over to her, slamming both hands on the printer and pressing my body on her back. I leaned closer to her ear.

"Bethany Cortez. What do you know?"

"How'd you know that name?" She whispered angrily and sharply, slightly turning her head. I placed my right hand on her thighs and started to rub her up and down.

"Come on, Captain. Do me a favor and I'll reward ya."

"I know nothing. Leave!"

While she did outrank me, I was always better than her in fighting. She knew that if she tried to resist or retaliate, I could take her down instantly. I used this to my advantage as I placed both hands on her sides now and begin squeezing.

"DON'T!" She said as she tried to grab my hands to stop to tickling.

"I'm a Detective, Captain. And I know things about you. How would you like if allllll your employees, and probably more than half of them that were treated badly by you, knew your ticklish little secret?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

I continued tickling her as the Captain slowly got on the floor and became a giggling mess. She was wearing stockings which I took advantage of. I knew her thighs were very sensitive and begun squeezing her knees and thighs. She tried kicking me away but I was skilled enough to keep my hands on her.

"I also have a video of you, tied up surrounded by a bunch of big black guys. What if everyone received that video?"

"OKAY! OKAY! I'LL TELL!"

I smiled in satisfaction and pulled her up.

"You got the video, too? Shit."

"What do you mean "too"?

"Jasmine Li, what do you know about her?"

"That daughter of the Billionaire who owns "Queen of Hearts"?"

"Yes. She somehow got the video of me. She threatened to send it to every major news outlet if I got in her way."

"What does she have to do with Bethany Cortez?"

"Bethany is one of those "famous" Instagram models that caught Jasmine's eyes. She sent her goons to kidnap her. When her friend called in for the report, somehow Jasmine knew that would happen and told me to somehow put this case under the rug. Also, Bethany isn't the only one to have been reported missing. A few others have as well. Most of them are Instagram models."

"Maybe she's taken them to the Queen of Hearts?"

"I have no clue. You heard nothing from me. The police cannot get involved...but others outside can."

"I hear you." I say as I began walking away.

"Megan."

I look back to see the Captain's pleading eyes.

"Please, if you have the chance, destroy the video."

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Back at my office, I searched for any information of the Queen of Hearts. It was in the very rich part of Los Angeles. Nothing popped up in the regular search engine. No Yelp, no google reviews, no stories, nothing. This meant I had to go underground to look up information. Turns out that it's an exclusive sex club for the A-List Celebrities as well as the very very wealthy. Of course, people that don't want their identity to be known where masks. This would benefit me If I was planning to infiltrate, but the building layout was very well planned where no one can sneak in through the windows or roof. It was an invite only which meant I had to get some sort of invitation from somebody...somebody that looked like me that seemed like they would be invited to this...Wait, I got it.

I looked at my contacts on my phone. Models can't be the only women there. There must be porn stars. Whenever I go to a nightclub, I would be mistaken for one of the top porn star actresses.

"Hi Detective~" Said a seductive voice over the phone.

"Hey Alexis, are you a guest of the Queen of Hearts?"

"Why yes! How did you know? It's a secret that I'm not suppose to tell."

"I have my ways. Listen, can I pretend to be you for one night and go to the Queen of Hearts?"

"Hmm...I don't think I'm allowed to do that."

"I'll pay you 10 thousand dollars."

"Ok, deal!"

"Great, now can you tell me everything you know about this club..."

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I drove to the club in a very skimpy outfit with a mask on. I did my hair and tried to make it look like Alexis as close as possible. The security outside was very strong as multiple security guards surrounded the entrance, checking I.D. Luckily, I had Alexis's and did my best impression of her. It seemed to had work as they let me pass.

The party took place in a very huge mansion. There were more guests then I can imagine. A lot of ladies weren't wearing their mask. I recognized a few of the men. Some I was surprised they were here, some I wasn't surprised. Either way, this information can be useful in the future. But I had to stick to plan I had.

Alexis told me that Jasmine was a lesbian and would occasionally ask a female to follow her to a private room. That is what I needed to do. But I also needed to find the kidnap victims. I could look for them now and maybe free them, or somehow get Jasmine to free them. There was a staircase that led to an area where Jasmine was sitting on a throne with a maid fanning her along with 2 female security guards. Jasmine was a short girl. Her boobs and butts were huge and she didn't seem muscular. She had thick eyeliner, making her look very sinister.

I walked around the floor, pretending to be observing what others were doing, but I was secretly trying to see what kind of girls Jasmine was looking at. I followed her eyes as I saw her looking at a girl being whipped. It seemed to catch her attention, but turned away looking at the whole crowd once more.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands around my waist. I turned around to see a man in a mask.

"Hey beautiful, can I suck your toes?"

I was angered and was about to say no, but quickly caught myself and agreed. Alexis would have probably agreed and maybe I can some sort of read on Jasmine. The man pulled over 2 chairs where we sat. I placed my feet on his laps as he removed my shoes. He began licking my feet, then moved his tongue towards my toes. He then put all of my toes in his mouth as he mixed up the licking with a few nibbles. It tickled but I held my giggles. The only thing I couldn't hold were my toes as I wiggled them out of reaction. While he was doing this, I carefully turned up to see if Jasmine was watching. She was, but turned away after just 10 seconds. Drat.

"Okay, that's enough." I said as I pulled my toes away from his mouth.

"Thank you." He said smiling as he walked away.

I tried other things to get Jasmine's attention. I volunteered to be tied up and whipped. I even volunteered to be fucked on the floor in front of everyone. But still Jasmine showed no sign of interest. What else could she want that would get her attention? To hide my frustration, I went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and thought to myself. No feet, no bondage, what was it that made her want a girl alone? Suddenly the bathroom door opened. It was Jasmine along with her guards.

"Hey Alexis. Having fun tonight?"

"Yeah, it was a lot of fun~" I tried saying seductively.

"How about having more fun...In my room?"

I smiled.

"Sure."

I followed her and her guards up the stairs and into a hallway towards a double doors. Inside was a bedroom, filled with sex toys and frames.

She pulled me towards the bed.

"How about you take everything off?" She said, giving me a horny look.

I do as she says.

"On the bed you go." She says pushing me. She got on top of me and pulled my hands over my head. She gave me a seductive look then leaned forward, then locked her lips with mine. She pulled away.

"Ladies." She said. The two guards came forward with bondage restraints as one of them cuffed my hands and the other cuffed my feet to the bed frames. Oh shit.

"So...DETECTIVE." She says as she ripped off my mask. "What a lovely surprise to see you here."

"Shit, how'd you know?"

"Uhh, daughter of a billionaire. Helloooo? I have my own security team who routinely monitor people that search us. You think a proxy would cover your tracks?"

"What'd you do with Bethany?"

"Bethany?....Oh, HER. Well, you're about to find out."

I had no clue what that meant, but one second later, I did as she started tickling my armpits with her very sharp fingernails. I was surprised that I didn't burst out laughing as I gritted my teeth.

"Laugh, Detective."

The worst part was that she was only using 2 fingernails, and was tickling me slowly. And even that took all of power to stop myself from laughing.

She moved her hands to my ribcage, where she used all of her fingernails. I bursted out laughing, twisting and turning my body trying to escape from her nails. It's been a very long time since I was actually tickled and not just a few pokes on my sides. I hated this. I didn't mine when I would be dominated by a girl, but not when it's against my will.

Jasmine continued to explore all over my upperbody as I continued to laugh. I suddenly screamed as I felt sharp fingernails on my feet. I sat up to see that her two guards were tickling me. Their facial expressions were still serious and didn't change. Jasmine pushed me back down and continued the tickling assault. She also began verbally taunting me which increased my sensitivity. I yelled at them to stop between laughters, but their tickling continue.

I don't know how long it's been, but it felt like hours before they stopped.

"THIS is your answer, detective. You want to know what happened to Bethany? I tickled her for hours until she agreed to be slave, as well as many others. All these models are very girly like. But you. You detective, are tough. And I LOVE when tough women become submissive. You'll be my next slave."

"You'll never get away with this!"

"But I already have."

With that, the tickling continued. This time, only one of my feet was tickled by one of the guards. But the other guard placed a vibrator on my pussy. The tickling combined with the vibrator was hell for my body. The number of times I screamed stop was too many to count. I knew it past the hour mark and they weren't letting up. I saw no hope and gave myself in, not even bothering to yell at them to stop. I tried my best to focus my mind on the vibrations as I hated the tickling sensation. The laughter began being replaced with moans and moans. Then a loud moan as I arched my back and flopped back on the bed, closing my eyes. But then I felt a slap across my face.

"We're not done yet."

Jasmine continued the tickling. There was weird laughter and crying sounds coming out of my mouth. Tears was rolling down my eyes.

"I will stop if you beg."

"I beg you to stop." I say weakily

"You will swear loyalty to me and be my slave."

"I will swear loyalty to you and be your slave."

It was over as I started crying. Then another slap went across my face.

"Nope. Not yet."

Jasmine continued her tickle torture until I could laugh no more. My body began twitching around the 2 hour mark. No noise came out of my mouth shortly, then I passed out.

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I awoken in some sort of jail cell. My arms were raised above my head in handcuffs. I looked around trying to figure out the situation.

"Are you awake?" A voice across from me said.

"W-who are you? Where am I?" I said to the beautiful naked girl across from me in the same position I was in.

"I'm Bethany. Bethany Cortez. You're the new victim and slave to Mistress Jasmine."

I looked outside my cell to see that there were other jail cells and other girls that were handcuffed and naked.

"Shit, there must be someway to escape."

"There is no way to escape. Whatever the Mistress says goes."

"Why do you call her Mistress?"

"I have to. I was forced to. If I don't I...I'll get tickled again. Then she's going to make us bend over for some horny old men and...and."

She starts weeping.

"No no, don't cry. I'll get you out of here. I promise."

"And how well you do that?" A familiar voice says. I looked outside to see Jasmine as well as 4 other female guards.

"You bitch, you'll pay for all of this." I say angrily.

"Didn't you hear what she just said? Guess you need to be taught a lesson. Again. And this time, you'll get it much more worse."

Needless to say, I began losing my sanity whenever I would be brought to Jasmine's bedroom. I slowly went from a tough girl to "Yes Mistress" whenever Jasmine commanded me to do something. I was a slave to her and a slave to the Los Angeles Elites.
 
Oh yes... I VERY much enjoyed that! :man: More of Detective Megan please...
 
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