Falling For The Undercover Detective

A Different Type of John

Flash Forward five years.

I just celebrated my twenty first birthday.  Of course there wasn't a celebration.  Stupid little w****s don't get those kinds of things.  I did however get a break and didn't have to work on that day.  It's been almost five long years since I have been here.  Five years of hell and torment.  Five years of doing things with people that I didn't want to do.  Five years of my uncle and the many 'johns' he has a clients trying to break me.  I haven't seen any of my brothers in the last three years.  Once I turned eighteen the guys weren't allowed to visit any more.  Of course they weren't told they weren't allowed because then they would have insisted on seeing me this I know.  I had to look them in their faces and lie to them.  But then again by that time I was good at it. If I didn't lie uncle was going to make sure they got hurt and do it in front of me.  I knew he would as I had seen him do it first hand.  So I decided to sacrifice and protect my brothers from this hell and maybe one day I would find a way out.  For the first few years while I was 'in training' I was beat on a regular basis. But uncle was good he made sure that the bruises wouldn't show so when my brothers came for a visit they wouldn't see them.  So many times I wanted to tell them but I also knew they couldn't do anything for me so I kept quiet.

Flash back three years:

When I turned eighteen everything changed for the worse.  I didn't think it could get worse but it did.  The beatings got more severe and I got put up on the auction block so to speak.  I was to be sold to the highest bidder to claim my virginity.  As my uncle had put it "winner is the one who can pay the most and break her in the best".  Those words scared me and I had no clue what I was in for.  Turns out it was one of his good friends that 'won' me.  When I was taken back into the room I was crying.  The man slapped me hard and snarled "you shouldn't be crying yet you little slut I haven't even started.  You don't know pain yet."  I was terrified at what was to come.  With that he grabbed me by my breast hard and pulled me to him.  He shoved me down onto my knees and grabbed a fist full of hair with one hand and undid his pants with the other.  Once his manhood was released from his pants he pulled my hair harder causing me to gasp. Once the opportunity was there he thrust himself into my mouth and started pumping like no tomorrow.  

From there that day just got worse.  He tortured me and hurt me beyond all belief.  When he finally left he paid my uncle and I was left crumpled on a bed broken and bleeding.  I think I was out for a week after that.  I became even more determined to get the hell out of here.  I just didn't know how to do it.  I watched girls leave but they got caught and while they weren't killed they sure as hell wish they had died.  It terrified me.  For the next few years my uncle tried putting me with different 'johns' to break me.  I kept my spirit and every once in a while I even would dare to speak up about something I didn't like.  The one point that could always make me defiant was when he talked about my beautiful late mom.  

Flash forward three years:

It was the day after I had turned twenty one.  All of us girls had been called into the living area there was a new 'john' and he was going to pick one of us to be his steady girl for lack of a better term.  He walked by us and asked my uncle tons of questions.  "You understand I have very specific needs and I only want one girl every time I come here?" My uncle greedily nodded.  "Yes sir I get that completely."  "Ok well I want your most spirited woman.  I feel the need to work on breaking a spirit and I will be here at least three times a week."  With that my uncle immediately grabbed my arm and pulled me forward.  "This little w***e is the one, I have tried through many sources over the last three years to break this little b***h.  Your more than welcome to try her.  That is if she is something you might want."

Michael's POV

This girl standing in front of looked both terrified and defiant.  One look at her face and I could tell she would be the one to help me with my mission.  God how I hated this persona that I had to play.  I could tell this beautiful vision in front of me was terrified of me and I didn't want that.  Not just because it was my job to shut this shitshow down, but because for some reason this little beauty has captured my heart.  One look at her and I became enamoured with her and I didn't know why.  Something tells me that life hasn't treated her fair and I want nothing more than to wrap her in my arms and protect her the rest of her life.

Where the hell did that come from?  I have never reacted this way to a woman.  Let alone a p********e in one of the many houses of ill repute that I have busted.  There have been plenty of women in those houses that had the same look in their eyes that this little beauty had.  There were plenty that seemed to be just as broken but with the same longing spirit to get away from the life they were living.  But this one.  This one was different.  She was strong but was weak at the same time.  She was full of life but defeated.  She was gorgeous and had a beauty beyond all belief.  Geez I need to get this job over with really quick because the feelings I'm having right now could be dangerous.  Not only to the job at hand but to my confirmed bachelorhood.  "This one I will take this one.  Where can we start?"

With that the house patron smiled and showed me to a bedroom.  The poor woman at my side was shaking in fear.  My heart was breaking at what she may have been through. I just wanted to scoop her up and tell her it was going to all be ok.  She looked barely able to walk.  I had to wonder what she would be willing to tell me about this operation here.  I wondered if she still had just enough spirit to help me take this sleazy scum down.  We had worked hard to get to this point.  This guy was operating on a reservation and had one of the cruelest operations that we knew of.  The problem was that only until recently he was untouchable by our task force.  We had to pull many strings and go through many negotiations to get to the point where we could have permission to infiltrate this operation.

We reached the room.  The sleaze smiled at me and said "this room has everything you will need to fulfill your desires.  Good luck in breaking this one.  Don't worry about hurting her it will take more than a slap or two to get her broke."  With that he left us in the room.  I locked the door behind him and turned around.  My heart broke at the sight of her pale face.  The look of terror was shocking.  Usually I wait for a few sessions before I tell the girl what I'm doing.  But I had to tell her now.  "Hey there.  No need to be scared.  I'm an undercover detective and my job is to bust up this operation. Would you be willing to work with me so we can stop this and get you out of here?"