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Title: Sexually Altered Carbon Chapter 4 - The Usual Deal and Unusual Interrogations
Show: Altered Carbon
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Kristin Ortega / Mickey, Kristin / Dimi
Codes: MF, Anal, Blackmail, Oral
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I don't own or have anything to do with Altered Carbon, especially the characters Kristin Ortega, Mickey, Takeshi Kovacs, Ryker, Captain Tanaka, Dimi the Twin and Laurens Bancroft
Summary: Kristin needs to ask Dimi the Twin questions about Ryker as Kovacs found out Dimi was responsible for framing her boyfriend. To get the tech expert’s help at the precinct, Kristin offers their regular deal for something that needs to be off-the-books. During the interrogation, Kristin has to resort to extreme measure to get Dimi to talk

“Holy. Fucking.Shit.”
Those were the words that immediately came to mind when Kristin Ortega joined her partner at Wei Clinic, where what could only be described as a massacre occurred. Ortega had heard it was like a war zone inside, but seeing the tens of bodies riddled with bullets or torn to pieces was another thing altogether. And then a realization hit Kristin as she found a headless body with a tracker held staged in his hands.
“That son-of-a-bitch Kovacs did this,” Kristin gasped.
“No way one guy could have done all this,” Samir replied, swinging his arm to show the massive amount of death. “Envoy or not.”
“That’s the tracker I put on him,” Ortega said, pointing to the device in the headless man’s hand, which had clearly been staged for them.
Of course, Ortega was right. After leaving the crime scene, which resembled more of a war zone, she went straight to The Raven, the AI hotel she knew Kovacs was staying at. Sure enough, the Envoy admitted to destroying the lab and killing everyone in it, but not before he offered up what he found. It appeared that it was Dimi the Twin that Kovacs had left headless back inside the Wei Clinic. And not only that, but Dimi’s head was resting in a bucket of ice on Takeshi’s coffee table.
“Let’s clear something up. You haven’t been following me, you’ve been following this sleeve because Bancroft played a sick joke on you and re-sleeved me in your boyfriend’s body,” Kovacs accurately summed up. “So you've been following me this whole time, to make sure this sleeve doesn't get damaged because you knew people wanted to damage it.”
Before Kristin could reply, Kovacs continued. “You ever think some of them might be gunning for me, not Ryker? Dimi 1 came after me at the Raven. Ever wonder why he was here? Why he knew my real name?” Before she could answer the question, Takeshi continued. “Then we have Dimi the Second, Mr. Disembodied,” he said, patting the severed head on his table. “Works me over in virtual, only he doesn't know my real name. Just sees the skin, calls me Ryker. But here's the best part. He thinks that Ryker killed his so-called brother, Dimi the First. Now why would he think that?”
“Just get to the point,” Ortega huffed, sitting down in one of the chairs.
“Because Dimi the Second framed Ryker for the murder of a CTAC,” Kovacs revealed.
“Dimi the Twin framed Ryker?” Ortega asked, realization dawning on her.
“Ryker's conspiracy, Bancroft's murder, they're connected,” the Envoy stated with certainty.
“How?” Kristin asked.
“Fuckin' ask him,” he replied, tossing the head of Dimi the Second to the gorgeous cop.
As Kristin left the Raven, covering the severed head in a tablecloth, she stopped down in alley and decided she didn’t need the whole head - only the stack. As she cut that out and tossed the rest of the head down into the sewers, she called up the tech expert at the station.
“Hey, Mickey, I have another job for you,” Ortega said into the call. “You're gonna have to keep it quiet.”
“Whatever you say, Lieutenant,” Mickey replied. “Meet you at the station in 20 minutes.”
“Make it 10,” Ortega said before ending the call.
* * *
Kristin Ortega stormed into the station 9 minutes later like she owned the place. Hair wet from being out in the rain, the diminutive detective shrugged off her jacket before pouring herself a hot cup of coffee. Or rather having some rookie uniform officer do it for her. By the time the intimidated cop passed her the cup, Mickey had arrived and fell into step beside her.
“Hey,” Mickey greeted.
“Find my Ghostwalker yet?” Kristin asked about a different part of her current case.
“ Working on it,” Mickey replied as she turned to face him. “Gonna get you to stop asking me to do things off the books?”
“Nope,” she answered in a whisper as she slid something into his hand.
Looking down in his palm, he found himself staring at a chip that still had traces of blood on it. “God damn it.”
Kristin started walking away, and when she heard footsteps fall in behind her, she explained. “It's Dimi the Twin. I need to spin him up in virtual.”
“Then we got him? The double-sleever, that's great for erasure,” Mickey said excitedly.
“I need to ask him a few questions. About Ryker,” Ortega said, getting to the crux of why she asked Mickey to meet her.
“You don't want this logged,” the police tech realized.
“I don't want this logged,” Kristin confirmed.
“There's no way that we spin him up in virtual without logging him. We'd have to sleeve him in the real,” Mickey told her.
“Okay, fine. Then we sleeve him,” the tiny detective replied as they stepped into his office.
“Okay. All right. I'll open a personality-fragged sociopath with several decades' worth of counter-infiltration firmware and a reputation for wanton real death, and throw him in the first available body,” Mickey ranted, making sure Ortega knew how crazy the favor she was asking was.
“Great. You're the best, Mickey.”
“Regular deal?” Mickey said right as Kristin was starting to walk away.
Stopping in her tracks, hoping that Mickey would let it slide, she turned back around. “Of course. Now or later?”
“Mmm…now,” the horny man said after looking her up and down. “You look so hot when you’re pissed off.”
“I’m always pissed off,” Ortega replied, closing the office door before latching the deadbolt.
“Pissed off AND wet,” Mickey amended his assessment as the pissed off and wet detective drew the blinds shut.
“Have a seat,” Kristin instructed as she sauntered back towards him.
Though he was doing something highly illegal, Kristin Ortega and her talented mouth always made sure he was well compensated. And though Mickey was a nice guy, he was neither handsome or funny or stood out in any particular way. Thus, he never really would have had a shot with a woman as beautiful and stunning like Kristin Ortega unless it was transactional; with this case being more or less as a bribe. They were both adults and both understood what this was, and thus were both on board with the arrangement.
“You’re okay doing this at work?” Mickey asked, just wanting to make sure she was 100% comfortable despite them having done the exact same thing more than a half-dozen times.
“Shhh,” Kristin pressed a finger against his lips. “The only words you’re allowed to say from now on are compliments about my dick sucking ability...which are legendary, remember?”
And with that, Mickey shut his mouth and thought fondly back on their previous…arrangements. After all, why shouldn’t he indulge in this. After all, he was going to be the one taking the risk with her favor. These thoughts went through the tech expert’s mind as Ortega slithered down to kneel on the ceramic tile between his legs.
Mickey fought the urge to undo his belt and open up his jeans because he found it so Goddamn sexy watching a woman as smoking hot as Kristin Ortega do it for him. Sure enough, by the time she had things undone and required him to lift his ass from the leather chair to pull them down the rest of the way, the lucky man was rock hard.
“Is this for me?” Kristin asked innocently.
The Latina was clearly in the mood to have fun so Mickey was all the happier for it. While she was intimidating and generally pissed off at the world since the Ryker incidence, Kristin knew that her sexual skills more than compensated for that, but her blowjobs in particular were more than stellar. Still playing along, Kristin extended her tongue fully so that the very tip just touched his piss slit.
"So how grateful are you," Mickey asked, embracing the situation and wanting so much more from the Latina.
Kristin gave an awed look up at the middle-aged man, as if it was an honor for him to allow Kristin Ortega to suck his cock. Always a showman, Mickey felt the curvy Ortega grip the base of his cock before using her tongue on his rod once again. However, rather than just a little flick at his head, this time Kristin used the broad part of the wet muscle to lick the underbelly of his 7-inch dick from root to head. She performed this three other times, one time each to either side and the top side before Mickey felt the warm moist environment of her mouth enveloped the head.
“Ahhh,” Mickey sighed, spreading his legs wider and letting himself sink a little deeper into the chair as Kristin pushed more of his cock into her mouth.
Kristin had ceased simply licking his cock and was now getting down to brass taxes. Opening her mouth wide, Kristin gave a small bob of only his head, her lips lightly thumping over the ridge of where the shaft met its tip. After that brief introduction, Kristin’s next descent down his pole was taking a good 5 inches into her mouth. It was just enough of his manhood that his sensitive head didn’t repeatedly smash against the hard palate in the back of her mouth, but only just barely. Having her range, the busty beauty built momentum and gave the seated man a dozen bobs of her wavy dark head in quick succession.
“God Kristin! Feels so good already,” Mickey grunted in delight towards the pint-sized cop.
"Mmmmm," Kristin moaned as she noisily slobbered on his meat stick.
Even after the initial suck, Mickey was instantly reminded about how talented of a cocksucker Ortega was. To be fair, Mickey would never, ever forget this fact, but it was always nice being freshly reminded.
“Fuck me!” Mickey groaned, resting a hand on the top of her head. Though he normally never swore, getting a blowjob by one as skilled as Kristin Ortega was reason enough for the cursing.
Kristin was going back down, performing another handful of lightning fast bobs of her head, taking over half his cock in each stroke before pulling off him. A quick intake of air and the Latina was back to work, but her speed vanished and Mickey could feel her lips as they slid down his pole, inch by inch. She passed the 5-inch mark and the lucky man felt his tip poke the back of her mouth. Knowing what came next, it took Kristin only an instant to relax her throat, opening her gullet fully for him. Pushing her head downward at the same speed, his cock slipped into Kristin’s throat without any sputter or gag.
“Jesus Christ,” Mickey groaned, as he had all 7 inches of his dick down the woman’s throat.
Though capable of holding in her gullet for much longer, Kristin was just starting her oral performance and wanted to keep it moving. Therefore, as soon as her nose was pressed against his stomach, she was pulling back, her lips massaging every inch of his slobbery manhood as she retreated. Thus, the curvy Ortega bobbed once to the 2-inch mark, twice to the halfway point of his cock then relaxed her throat and took him completely into her mouth, down to his balls. In fact, Kristin even found the time to extend her tongue and actually give his nuts a little lick as she held all 7 inches of hard dick in her gullet.
“God this dick is so nice,” Kristin cooed, her fist stroking him a mile a minute due to how slippery his flesh was from her spit.
Kristin resumed her masterclass in oral sex. Going right back to work, the Latina performed another salvo of head bobs with the first 4 inches of dick pistoning into her mouth before she relaxed her throat and swallowed all 7 inches at one time. Her throat bulged out as it was filled with hard cock, her nose pressing into the neatly trimmed patch of pubes Mickey kept and his balls met her chin. Holding herself there for a lengthy time, long enough that she had to actually not gag on his cock, Kristin eventually pulled away. This time as she did so, her pretty face was red, his cock had more saliva covering it and there were even several strings of spit connecting her mouth to his pole.
As she leaned back to his lap, this time Kristin showed the lucky man the other end of the spectrum. While her last several bobs on his cock were slow and she kept her face in his crotch for a good 7 seconds, this time Kristin went for speed while taking all of him. Essentially using her mouth to fuck him balls deep, Kristin kept her throat relaxed as she rocketed her gorgeous face down into his lap. Once Kristin had impaled her mouth fully with his cock, making her throat bulge, she retreated back up with length. With only his tip remaining between her lips, Kristin reversed course until her nose was smashing against his stomach. Despite the fact that the constant barrage of deep throats would make her voice a little hoarse, and all the blows her nose was taking was causing her eyes to mist, it was well worth it given how much Mickey was grunting.
“Oh my God, Kristin,” Mickey hissed through clenched teeth as his hand subconsciously tightened to make a fist with her jet black locks.
“Oh sorry,” Kristin played, as if she had anything to apologize for. “Should I slow down?”
This time instead of taking him back into her mouth, Kristin tilted her head sideways and ran her lips up and down the side of his shaft. Not forgetting about the other side, Kristin turned her head all the way to that side next, tossing her wavy dark locks over her shoulder in order to massage his cock with her lips as her tongue glided along the underbelly.
“Nope. Just keep going,” Mickey commented. “Please don’t stop.”
“Thought so,” she grinned in response.
Instead of rubbing her lips back along his cock, Kristin went back to deep throating. This time she gave the lucky man no warm up and simply parted her lips, relaxed her throat and pushed all 7 inches into her mouth at one time. She held him in her throat, her lips wrapped around his base and flashed her chocolate brown eyes up to meet Mickey, who she knew would be watching her suck him off. She held his gaze as she bobbed up and down, spending no time to make the transition from retreating along his spit covered shaft to plummeting back down it. Once every 3 to 4 times she deep throated him, Kristin would take an extra second to hold him in her gullet so she could make a side-to-side motion with her head, which only accelerated how much sooner he’d need to cum into her mouth. In fact, the latest time she did this, Kristin stayed down on his dick for almost 7 full seconds until she pulled all the way off for a gulp of air.
“You are something special,” Mickey commented as her face returned to a normal shade of flesh color instead of the deep red it was periodically becoming during her deep throating exhibition.
“Don’t I know it,” the Latina replied, well aware of her talents.
Kristin didn’t reply as she had more important things to do, such as suck the big dick in front of her face until it exploded its gravy into her mouth. Keeping her throat relaxed and mouth in a perfect O shape, the curvy Ortega thrust her head down with speed. If this move was done with poor aim or not having your throat opened enough could cause damage for both him and her, luckily Kristin was a professional when it came to sucking cock. In fact, she was certain she’d make the Olympics if they had a version for sex acts. Regardless, Kristin slammed her face down until her throat bulged with cock and her lips touched the base, at which point she reared back until she was 6 inches away from his manhood.
“Jesus!” Mickey practically screamed as she threw her face down into his lap once more with the same reckless abandonment.
With each successive bob of his entire cock going down her throat, the amount of distance Kristin pulled away from him shrank until she was leaving the tip on her mouth before bobbing back forward. Resuming her normal deep-throat variety of blowjob, Kristin was in constant motion as her lips and throat tried desperately to milk the cum right from Mickey’s balls.
“Shit, Kristin. Tanaka just messaged. Needs to see me ASAP,” Mickey warned the kneeling cocksucker, noticing the time.
“No problem. Something tells me you won’t last much longer anyway,” Kristin replied before getting his dick wrapped around her lips once more.
“I’m getting close,” Mickey hissed, confirming her thoughts about his pending sweet release.
“Someone need to cum?” Kristin asked while stroking him with her hand only.
“So badly,” Mickey agreed immediately.
“Then give me your cum, Mickey,” Kristin practically begged from her knees. “But first, tell me you’ll do my favor.”
“Anything you want,” Mickey agreed without hesitation.
“Good boy,” the Latina grinned.
Knowing that the tech expert wouldn’t last much longer, Kristin stopped playing with her food and went for the kill. Shortening her strokes with her mouth so that she was only sucking on the first 5 inches, the less distance meant a much faster blowjob. With all the spit covering his shaft, his pecker was practically frictionless which meant Kristin’s lips could go that much swifter as a result. Using her peripheral vision to spy his hands tightening on the arm rests, Kristin used one last trick and took him all the way, deep throating him once again before pulling off and resuming her half-cock length bobs.
“Jesus! Cumming!” Mickey screamed loud enough for any cop walking within 7 feet of the door to hear.
The moment Kristin felt the first squirt of semen against the roof of her mouth she treated Mickey to shooting the rest of his load directly into her stomach. Shoving her face forward, Kristin deep throated him for the last time so that his next blast of cum was in her throat immediately. The sudden balls deep sucking made the climaxing Mickey squirm in his chair from pleasure overload, yet the kneeling Latina kept his dick firmly in her gullet. Knowing she wanted to be taking his semen right down her throat, Mickey reached down with both hands and held the back of her head in place, making a retreat for Kristin impossible. Of course, the curvy Latina had no intention of going anywhere, content taking stream after stream of warm cum down her throat and into her tummy.
Kristin had several ways of knowing when a man was spent. For one, it had been a few seconds since any more of his sperm shot down her throat. Secondly, the iron grip that he had on the back of her head with both hands had fallen away. Third, his grunts had turned to shudders as Kristin continued stimulating his hyper sensitive cock. And even if she missed all those signs, the fact he wasn’t lifting his ass off the chair anymore to essentially fuck her face as he came was another sign. Therefore the curvy Ortega slowly pulled her mouth from his cock, eye contact the whole time, until her lips pulled away from his manhood for the final time.
“Wow,” was all Mickey could find the words to say. “Never ceases to blow my fucking mind.”
“I get that a lot.” As Kristin finished tidying her hair and wiping her mouth to make sure no remnants of cum were present, she looked back at Mickey. “Call me when you’re done.”
* * *
Mickey had good timing, Kristin had to give him that. Between searching and seizing a good deal of illegal cloning gear from Isaac Bancroft’s private residence, and getting her brains fucked out by an Envoy wearing her boyfriend’s body, Kristin was just settling into a little downtime. In truth, that downtime was just a brief reprieve before she and Kovacs likely had sex for a third time.
“Hey Mickey. What do you got?” Kristin asked as she spoke wirelessly.
“Get to the station. Now,” was all the tech said before hanging up.
It took her and Kovacs less than 20 minutes to get dressed and drive to their Bay City police precinct. Ortega dressed in her usual attire of super tight fitting dark pants with an equally fit fitting shirt, this time a short-sleeved royal blue. They walked deeper and deeper into the bowels of the police station, seeing less and less officers until they arrived at a steel-reinforced door with only one small window. Looking in, Ortega saw that Mickey had come through, like always, and spun Dimi the Second up into the body of a sleeve that the department had in storage.
The sleeve was a gangbanger, and massive at that. Taller than Kovacs, the sleeve was bald-headed with a long bushy beard. His face and body were decorated in tattoos and piercings, including a large one on his chest of a pair of dice, of all things.
“I’ll take lead,” Kristin said before the pair entered the room, locking the reinforced door behind them.
With a thick Russian accent, Dimi looked over his two investigators. “You had to put me in sleeve with a fucking hangover? Tastes like cat vomited in my mouth.”
As he spoke, Ortega and Kovacs circled the detained man at the same cadence. By the time Kristin walked in front of him from his right side, Takeshi was stepping out of his view behind Dimi from the left. The homicidal maniac was not only cuffed around both wrists, but restraints were sealed tight against the metal table he was seated at as well.
“I'm glad you like it,” Ortega grinned.
Several things happened as a result of the Latina’s quippy comment. First, Dimi spat right into Ortega’s beautiful face, causing the detective to flinch back from the disgusting act. Second, Kovas acted with rapid reflexes to slam Dimi’s face into the metal table. And third, a characteristic cracking noise was heard, clearly coming from the criminal’s now bleeding nose. And just for good measure and to make sure Dimi learned his lesson (not to mention for torturing him in VR), Kovacs repeated the head slamming two more times.
“I have rights, you know,” Dimi said, bleeding from his nose, mouth and a cut above his eye.
“Who do you work for, Dimi?” Ortega asked, getting right in his ruined face.
“She's got you cold for double sleeving,” Takeshi added.
“I’ll make it even simpler for you. Just tell me who had you frame Ryker,” Kristin asked, referring to her ex-partner. “Come on, Dimi. Just give them up and avoid Real Death. Only 100 years in the dark instead.”
Laughing, Dimi replied. “Oh, this is hilarious! I know the police do their real interrogations in virtual.” Once he saw the frustrated look return to Ortega’s stunning face, he continued. “There is no deal on the table.”
“There’s a fucking gun on the table,” she rebuttalled, placing her gun in front of the criminal. “Talk and I don’t blow your stack out.”
“Ortega…he’s stalling,” Kovacs replied before Dimi could go off on another long-winded story.
“This bastard knows who set Ryker up!” Kristin shrieked.
“I know, Ortega,” Takeshi immediately replied in his most calming, reassuring tone.
They also both knew that it could take something extraordinary to get Dimi to talk and give up his boss. Luckily, Ortega possessed something extraordinary - her body. And she also wasn’t above using it to get what she wanted. Especially if that meant getting Ryker out of his prison sentence and returned to her.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to get the information,” Kristin retorted, cutting him off. “Seriously. What do you want?”
“Well…double sleeving is punishable with Real Death. I want your original deal of 100 years…and you. Actually, make it 50 years - I get restless.”
“I’m going to enjoy flaying the skin from your body,” Kovacs stated as he began pulling out his own gun.
"Stop," Kristin shouted as the Envoy prepared to attack the Soviet. "You give us the information then it's a done deal."
"Anything goes," the big Russian insisted.
"Whatever it takes," the Latina replied stoically.
"Then why are you still in your clothing," Dimi asked rhetorically.
“And on that note,” Kovacs said, turning to leave with a mix of disgust and disappointment etched on his face.
“No. I want your comrade to stay and watch your degradation," the Russian demanded.
"Fuck this motherfucker…," Kovacs threatened, brandishing his gun before a deadly look from Kristin stopped him in his tracks. "Or not."
Though the beautiful detective would have preferred not to be blackmailed into fucking the criminal in front of the Envoy, she understood time was of the essence. Seeing as arguing with Dimi as only wasting precious time, Kristin removed her leather jacket before throwing it to the interrogation room’s floor. Not slowing down, Kristin pulled her shirt over her head before releasing her dark hair from her ponytail. She had to bend down to unlace her boots, but soon they were kicked from her feet, allowing the detective to pull off both pants and underwear. Finally, the petite Latina reached behind her back, unhooked the clasp and pulled her bra from her chest to leave herself completely nude in front of the two men.
When her nudity was met with shocked silence, the detective throw her arms out to the side, making her large breasts jiggle. “What? Never seen a naked woman before?”
"You may have a terrible attitude, but damn! You are one fit woman," Dimi complimented her as he approached.
“Isn’t that the truth,” Kovacs agreed, earning him a glare from Ortega.
“Unlock him. If he does anything hinting at an escape…shoot him,” Ortega ordered the Envoy.
“Real Death. Understand, Dimi?” Takeshi warned the criminal as he unshackled him from the table.
As Dimi stood up, he instantly started to remove his clothing and exposed Kristin, as well as Kovacs, his naked body, already covered in sweat from the hot conditions. He was a large man with a rounded stomach but underneath he was rippling in muscles, but what caught Kristin's eyes was between his thighs. Beneath his protruding gut was a semi-erect cock that when fully grown would be near a foot in length.
Kristin wasn't surprised to find her own body covered in a thin layer of sweat, but it had nothing to do with the interrogation room conditions. She also wasn't surprised by the huge Soviet's dick, though she was awed.
"Let's get this over with," Kristin muttered to herself as she dropped to her knees in front of the massive man.
Within a couple of bobs of her head with his cock between her lips, Kristin had the Russian fully erect and ready to go. She had a feeling that Dimi would be a little rough given his background and combined with the fact that she was a police officer, and he didn't disappoint. He grabbed the back of her head and tried to force his entire manhood down her throat...repeatedly.
"Gllkk...hhwwkkkk....kkkllkkkk," Kristin coughed and spat.
Getting into a rhythm, the criminal would force Kristin's face halfway towards his protruding tattooed gut with his tip smashed against the back of her mouth. As her face turned from flesh-colored to pink to red, he finally allowed the Latina to pull herself back just long enough to get in a big gulp of air before pulling her back down. The result was a cock that was absolutely covered in Kristin's spit and likely leaving the detective unable to talk without a rasp in her voice for quite some time.
As he watched the aggressive face fucking taking place in front of him, the Envoy was going back and forth with himself about stepping in and stopping Dimi. However, he knew Ortega well enough to know that 1) she could handle a deep dicking in her mouth and 2) she wanted to fight her own battles. Therefore, Kovacs kept his mouth shut, the gun ready and his eyes glued to the action before him.
“Fucking…take…my…dick,” Dimi the Second roared, punctuating each word with a jab of his hips against Kristin’s beautiful face.
Continuing to watch the action, Kovacs watched his partner was once again forced to choke down another generous helping of girthy dick. Meanwhile, Kovacs had to give Kristin credit because despite the brutal blowjob she was on the receiving end of, she didn't once gag. Instead she suppressed the innate reflex and only spewed up spit, admittedly in the bucket loads.
"Impressive," Dimi commented. “Who knew bitchy Kristin Ortega was a legitimate slut.”
With his hand already holding the back of Kristin's head, he bundled his fist in her hair and pulled back sharply. Kristin gave a little grunt of pain as her neck was snapped backwards, but she was happy for the chance to drink up several lungfuls of air. With her mouth gaped from the surprise movement, Dimi leaned over her much smaller frame and spat a glob of his own spit directly down the woman’s throat.
"Gross," Takeshi commented.
"Thought your throat was dry," Dimi laughed.
Instead of returning to fucking Kristin's beautiful face, the criminal lifted her up with the hand still holding onto her hair. It hurt a lot, but Kristin had suffered much worse. And in truth, the detective did love a good hair pull or hard ass slap while getting fucked and this was no exception. Kristin didn’t stay on her feet for very long before she was told to get onto the metal table where Dimi had been shackled to only minutes ago..
Not knowing which way he wanted her, she waited until his rough hands grabbed her hips and spun her so that she was kneeling facing away from him with her tits pressed against the bench in front of her. She felt rather comfortable, that was until her pussy was split wide open by the criminal's cock. Luckily her expert blowjob had coated him in huge amounts of lubricant so he slid into her well enough.
Kovacs watched on as Dimi the Second was driving balls deep into the Latina. For Kristin's part, she was handling it better than either man could have fathomed. In fact, as Dimi repeatedly slammed his large frame against her bubbly ass, rippling it in the process, they could actually make out the faintest of moans from the Latina.
"Is that a moan of pleasure I hear, Ortega?" Dimi asked, releasing a cackling laugh after definitively hearing Kristin groan in pleasure.
The Envoy didn't know how anyone could derive pleasure in that circumstance, which was really saying something. Not only was Dimi hung like a horse, but he was slamming into her pussy with relentless ruthlessness. Over and over he reared back before plowing balls deep into the woman giving up over 150 pounds to the tattooed Soviet.
As if to test her limits, or possibly because he liked abusing women, Dimi used one hand to coil in Kristin's hair once more and tugged back hard. Her head snapped back as he didn't miss a beat in driving forward into her twat. She grunted in pain before moaning once more. Not content yet, Dimi reared back his free hand before crashing it down on Kristin's very fit backside. After another two blows to the same cheek her pink flesh was dark red so he switched sides and did likewise there.
"Well the good news is that no one can maintain this intensity for very long," Kovacs thought to himself.
Kristin was now dripping in sweat from fucking with such a level of energy as Dimi demanded. Truthfully there wasn't much she could do to help the Russian sleeve get off quicker since she was pinned between the metal table in front of her and the Soviet' thrusting body behind. Doing what she could, she squirmed her perfectly shaped ass back and forth to get a little extra grinding on his dick, hopefully hitting new areas of arousal for him.
She figured it was working as his hand relented on its non-stop spanking on her extremely sore ass cheeks that would prevent her sitting properly for a week. Instead he settled it on her low back so she redoubled her efforts and introduced an up and down sway to her backside as well. In reality, Dimi only stopped slapping her red flesh so that he could shove his dry thumb directly up Kristin Ortega’s ass without warning, forcing her hole to stretch around his jumbo digit in his attempt to be nice by prepping her before he sodomized it.
"You have a good pussy," Dimi barked as he slowed his thrusting but finger fucked her asshole harder now. "Tight but it's been used enough to stretch."
"Ahh...just do what you’re going to do," Kristin moaned as her twat was still hammered in while her backdoor was loosening with each thrust by his thumb. “I don’t need the running commentary.”
Dimi smiled down at the resolute detective who had so far exceeded his expectations. Not only was she bold enough to perform an illegal interrogation, but she willingly offered her ass to him. And then she had the goods to back it up, thus far at least. After all, she had handled his ruthless face-fucking and was thriving under his relentless pounding, even with his hard spanking and rough ass fingering.
"Get on top," the massive figure demanded as he pulled out of her snatch abruptly. "And ride me hard."
"Fine," Kristin agreed.
Dimi sat back down in the chair he’d been on when restrained to the table. The moment her feet were on the ground he took a seat on the very spot she had just vacated, though he soon twisted to the side so he was practically laying down with his lengthy cock standing nearly a foot out from his lap.
"That really is a huge dick," Kovacs admired internally once again.
Kristin was done climbing up onto his lap and was hovering her perfect ass over Dimi's erect member. She chose to face away from the heavily sweating man but as she sat down and tried to take him into her pussy he stopped her momentum dead with his massive hands.
"Let us see if you can handle yourself with me in your tight little asshole," Dimi snarled.
"Your information better be enough to free Ryker," Kristin commented as she redirected his manhood slightly further back.
“It is,” Dimi honestly replied.
"Ah...God that stings," Kristin cursed as she took his tip into her asshole which was spread to its absolute limit.
Kristin's face reflected how much of a hard time her butt was having swelling in width to accommodate the hung tattooed sleeve. Knowing she couldn't just throw herself down without tearing something, the Latina detective made short squats downward, maybe taking an inch further into her rear before riding back up to the top. It would be a slow journey to get even half his length inside her, but for now it was all she could do.
Dimi had enough compassion to allow the gorgeous Latina to get used to his massive girth. However, his patience had a limit and it was almost up. With nearly half his length getting ridden by the tiny Latina, the psychotic killer looked down to watch in utter happiness as his purple tip disappeared, followed by half his length with greater speed. To help matters he was holding her cheeks as spread apart as possible, allowing Kristin to bounce a bit deeper while giving him an exceptional view of his cock being engulfed with regularity by her tight asshole.
"Faster...harder," he barked.
Hoping that she was prepared enough Kristin descended as far down his dick as she could before feeling a quick painful sting in her ass. Looking back she found that her plump cheeks were almost touching his large gut, so buoyed by that information she rode to the top before gliding down once more. This time she felt his pubic hair tickle her skin but the next time did the trick and she was now taking the thick cock balls deep in her tiny ass.
"Impressive," Dimi approved.
"She truly is," Kovacs concurred
Confident that she could take him all the way into her bowels, Kristin started to ride him faster as per his very clear instructions. Luckily for the Latina, her intense cop training had sculpted her into the peak of athletic perfection. Over and over she smashed her ass against his stomach before flexing her legs to carry her back up his rod before doing it all over again.
"Good...mhmm...faster...ughh...faster," Dimi barked.
“Doubt you’ll last much longer, Dimi,” Kovacs observed, noting the grimace appearing on the criminal's face.
While Dimi had ignored the Envoy’s words, Kristin must have also sensed that the criminal couldn’t hold out much longer under the anal assault on his cock. With renewed energy, Kristin went about to finish him off with one final grand push. If Dimi wanted faster and deeper, then she was going to give him exactly what he wanted. After a minute of her brisker riding, Kristin was absolutely dripping in sweat however, Dimi's grunting was becoming louder and more animalistic. Finally, she felt his bear-like mitts grip her hips tightly as she was held down on his cock, her ass resting right on his lap.
"Shit... cumming," Dimi the Second blurted out. "Ugh...ugh...ugh."
"Mhmm...yes...cum in my ass," Kristin encouraged as she grinded their sweat covered bodies against each other.
With his hands gripping Kristin tightly, Dimi tossed his head back, and grunted one final time. Kristin felt his cock twitch in her backdoor as several streams of thick warm cum blasted upwards into her rectum. He held himself still in the depths of her bowels until his manhood had emptied, at which point the exhausted man lifted Kristin from his lap, leaving his sticky reward deep in her asshole.
“You okay Ortega?” Takeshi asked, rushing to her side after re-applying the handcuffs to Dimi.
“Well I have been thoroughly fucked,” Kristin stated with absolute exhaustion. “Kovacs. Get the information from the bastard.”
“Too late,” Kovacs replied dejectedly.
Ortega was about to question him when she heard a familiar voice calling out her name. Captain Tanaka’s voice to be specific. Swearing, Kristin hustled to track down all her clothes and through them one. It was bad enough performing an illegal interrogation, but being caught naked, with semen running out of your asshole was much worse.
“Just blow his stack out ,” Kovacs told her as the detective considered.
In the next second, the door was forced opened and in walked a pissed off Captain Tanaka, followed by her partner Samir and a handful of other officers. “Ortega! This is over!”
“Tanaka! Just please, let me…” Ortega appealed but the captain wasn’t hearing any of it.
“I should fire you!”
“He framed Ryker, God damn it!” Kristin shouted.
“Oh, yeah? Who is he?”
“Dimi the Twin,” Ortega shared sheepishly, knowing it wouldn’t provoke a good reaction.
“Dimitri fucking Kadmin?” Tanaka swore, staring down at her. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Give me five minutes in virtual, that's all,” Kristin begged. Seeing as her captain wasn’t going to give on that, she made another proposition. “Let me ride down with Dimi. A few more questions.
Please.”
“All right. Go,” Tanaka snapped his response to the passionate detective. As she hustled off after Samir and Dimi, the captain looked over at the Envoy. “And you, get the fuck out of my station.”
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