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Biker Bitch
By
Michele Nylons
Chapter Nine: Fuck the Trans Cooze!
Cassie sat behind a desk in a stark interview room at the Los Angeles
County Jail. ATF do not have their own detention facilities; they use
Federal penitentiaries and often borrow local law enforcement facilities
to temporally incarcerate suspects and interrogate them.
She had been freed of her cuffs and her clutch purse and its contents lay
on the melanite desk sealed in clear plastic evidence bags. The burly ATF
agent sat across from her, studying her.
"We processed you when you arrived here. You know what?" His eyes
drilled into hers.
"You came up flagged. Now why is that?"
Cassie had been arrested a few times before when she used to be Cameron
Rivers and she knew this was a deviation from the usual police interview.
She said nothing but her heart was pounding. She didn't know what
'flagged' meant but she knew it had something to do with her being an FBI
undercover operative. During training they basically told her the same
thing that the MC did; you say nothing to any police officers or Federal
agents. The FBI would sort out the mess but say nothing...to no one.
The agent smiled.
"The code of the OMC eh? Say nothing no matter what."
"So let's start over. I'm agent Paul Zabinsky of Alcohol Tobacco and
Firearms, ATF. You know who and what we are," he grinned.
"And you're Cassandra Rivers, aged twenty eight, currently residing at the
address provided on your driver's licence." He tapped one of the sealed
bags.
Cassie knew the FBI had manipulated State and Federal records to change
her identity from male to female. It was part of her backstory that she
had paid for the records to be changed while she was hiding out in Mexico.
"You are also in the records as a member of the Outlaw Motorcycle Club
known as the Beasts of Burden," he continued.
"Now that's interesting. That's very interesting because except for the
Sisters of Satan, an all-girl MC out of Nevada, you are the only female
full-patch biker I've ever seen."
Agent Zabinsky tore open the evidence bag inside of which were Cassie's
cigarette case, which contained her favourite Marlboro Menthol Light
cigarettes, and her silver lighter. He lifted a cigarette from the case
and offered it to her.
Cassie pointed with her chin to the sign painted on the wall that said 'No
Smoking' in English and 'No Fumar' in Spanish below it.
He shrugged his shoulders and took the cigarette, placed it between his
full lips and lit it. He stared at her and once again offered the
cigarette case. This time Cassie took one and bent forward to light it
off the proffered silver lighter. She held Paul's wrist steady as she did
so. It was a ruse to keep him focussed on her elegant fingers with the
ruby-red nail polish so that hopefully he wouldn't notice that the
cigarette case was about half as thick again as the cigarettes it
contained.
The cigarette case held her micro-camera and the lighter her miniature
audio recording device.
Paul felt her gentle grip on his wrist and looked from her elegant fingers
to her pretty features. It was hard to believe this feminine creature was
a biker.
"So why were two members of the Beasts of Burden MC, one of whom is the
president, having dinner with two mid-level Medici Cartel greasers?" Paul
got back to business.
Cassie didn't answer, she drew on her cigarette.
Suddenly the door to the interview room opened and another agent carrying
two cups of steaming coffee in styrofoam cups entered the room.
"Jesus Zabinsky this place is fetid! You gonna completely ignore the
California State laws regarding smoking in government buildings until lung
cancer forces you to!" the agent whined and put the coffee down on the
table.
"Fuck you Stevens. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out,"
Paul Zabinsky growled.
"Speaking of asses; you behave with this doll. Her file's flagged; she
shouldn't even be here," Stevens replied.
"Fuck! Way to give up any chance I had of interrogating this cooze!
Fuck off!" Paul Zabinsky was angry.
Stevens gave him the finger and closed the door behind him.
Cassie grinned at agent Zabinsky.
"Why do you assholes always talk like you're in some TV cop show," she
smirked and drew on her cigarette and picked up and sipped her coffee.
Her eye's followed Zabinsky's to the camera mounted in the corner of the
ceiling. The red indicator light was off. It either wasn't working or
more likely Zabinsky had switched it off.
Zabinsky smirked back at Cassie and then his hand shot out and slapped the
scalding coffee from her grip. Cassie bought her other hand up to protect
herself and Zabinsky slapped that away and her cigarette followed her
coffee.
Zabinsky may have been burly but he was lightening quick. He leapt out of
his chair and grabbed Cassie by the throat, hauling her from the metal
chair. She lost her highheels and her hair fell out of its elaborate do
and across her face effectively blinding her. She was choking and
couldn't breathe when she felt her back slam into the wall.
"You smartass cooze! You think you're special cause you're some good
looking broad who is snitching for the FBI? What if I was to tell your
asshole biker buddies you're a snitch? Bet they'd fuck you up the ass
then bury you in the desert." Zabinsky was panting with exertion.
He took his hand from her throat and held her pinned to the wall by her
shoulders. Cassie could finally breathe. She flicked her hair out of her
eyes and glared at him defiantly.
"They already did that," she hissed.
Zabinsky grabbed the front of Cassie's dress and ripped open the bodice.
"Jeez look what happened in the struggle when you attacked me," he
laughed.
Cassie remained silent, gasping, trying to get her breath back.
Zabinsky grabbed Cassie's left breast and squeezed and twisted it but she
refused to cry out.
"Fucking whore!" Zabinsky slapped her face.
Cassie figured that she could probably take Zabinsky if she wanted to. He
was now being a stupid bully and his soft mid-section just invited a
kidney punch and then a kick in the balls but she resisted the temptation.
She remained silent as instructed and bore the pain.
"You only got little tits, lets see what else you got," Zabinsky panted.
Before she could stop him, Paul Zabinsky shot his hand inside her split
gown and grabbed her crotch. He squeezed hard and she gasped with the
pain.
It took a few seconds for Zabinsky to realise what was wrong; why the
cooze didn't have a cunt inside those sheer hose. She was a fucking
ladyboy!
"You fucking freak!" Zabinsky ripped his hand out from inside Cassie's
dress.
He spat in her face then let go of her. She doubled over in pain and he
bought a knee up to her face and then punched her in the side of the head
and she slid down the wall and collapsed in a ball on the filthy floor.
"So you're not only an FBI snitch; you're a fucking tranny. I don't know
how those guys in the MC can stand you but you probably blow them all
every day to keep them amused." Zabinsky smoothed his rumpled shirt.
"So once again! Why were two members of the Beasts of Burden MC, one of
whom is the president, having dinner with two mid-level Medici Cartel
greasers?" he toed at her with his foot.
Cassie shook her head and remained silent.
"Fuck this! I bet a few hours in lockup with some gangbangers will soften
you up!" Zabinsky snickered.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He picked up her
heels and put her hands behind her and dragged her to door. He struggled
but he got it open and he pushed her out into the main office. A bunch of
police officers, uniformed and plain-clothed, looked up at Cassie as she
tried in vain to keep the bodice of her dress in place.
"What the fuck Zabinsky? You know that bitch is flagged you should leave
her in the interview room and call the Feebs," agent Stevens yelled at
him.
"Fuck the FBI! I'm putting her in the gang related crime holding cell,"
Zabinsky snapped back, pushing Cassie down an aisle crowded with filing
cabinets towards a door marked 'Cells'.
"You fucking have lost it. You can't put a cooze in a cell with
men...especially those guys!" Stevens was making his way over through the
maze of desks.
He got to Zabinsky and Cassie just as they got to the door to the cells.
"She ain't a cooze Stevens," Zabinsky whispered, looking around furtively.
"She a fucking trans," he smirked.
"Well the Agency has rules about trans too; you can't throw her in lockup
with men. You gonna get yourself suspended, maybe worse" Stevens hissed.
"The bitch has a mouth on her and she has information I want. She spends
the night with the gangbangers or she talks. The Feebs don't get her
until tomorrow either way," Zabinsky seethed.
"Fuck this! You're on your own!" Stevens walked away.
Zabinsky pressed a button and an officer on the other side of the door let
Zabinsky and Cassie through.
"Gimme the keys Charlie," Zabinsky snapped at the young booking officer.
"Agent Zabinsky sir, you know I got procedures I have to..." Charlie tried
meekly to respond.
"Fuck the procedures Charlie. Give me the fucking keys and go and get
yourself a cup of coffee," Zabinsky retorted and snatched the keys from
Charlie's hand.
Cassie remained moot through it all; her arm pushed way up her back, the
other clutching the bodice of her dress.
Zabinsky half pushed and half dragged her down the passageway between the
cells. The hookers in the first cell welcomed her to the party but were
surprised when the man kept pushing her down the passageway. The hookers
were in the only female holding cell.
The men in the other cells all leered, jeered and shouted obscenities and
catcalls as Zabinsky led her to a large dimly let cell at the end of the
corridor. It was the segregation cell where they kept gang members.
There were four men sitting silently in the shadows.
"Last chance doll. You either cooperate or you spend the night with these
guys." He spun Cassie around so she faced him.
Cassie said nothing and looked at Zabinsky defiantly.
"I'll come and check on you every four hours or so until you change your
mind." He shook her and then pushed her against bars and held her there
with one hand while he unlocked the cell door with the other.
He pushed her inside, threw her high heels after her and slammed the door
shut and locked it.
"Enjoy her boys but be careful; she's got a pistol in her panties," he
guffawed and walked away.
Cassie picked up one of her highheels; she had been taught how to use it
as makeshift weapon, she put her back against the bars and stared into the
shadows of the dark cell. The cops deliberately kept the lights off
during the day then turned them up to full-brilliance at night to
disorient the gangbangers.
There were two black men and two Latinos sitting on bunks, segregated by
race, but now with a common interest in Cassie. They all looked at her
greedily then they looked at each other.
"You heard what Po-Po say. The bitch is trans," one of the black men
said.
"She fine lookin' tho; and them look like real titties," the other black
man said.
The four men looked at each questioningly for only a second and then they
came for her.
Cassie never stood a chance.
She wounded a couple of them but four against one was just too big odds.
They eventually overpowered her and dragged into the shadows and onto one
of the bunks. Two of them held her down while one of the guys ripped off
her dress and the other poked his cock at her face.
"You bite this bitch and we gonna knock out all your teeth and then I'm
going to cut you a new mouth ear to ear with this." He waved a shank in
front of Cassie's face.
She had no choice and when the proffered phallus was pushed against her
lips she opened her mouth and began to suck it. Resistance was futile,
besides two of the guys held her down on the bed by her arms and legs so
she was helpless.
The cot creaked as one of the men got on it behind her. He and the other
man holding her ankles pulled her legs apart despite her struggles. Then
she felt the cold steel of another shiv on her buttocks.
"You keep still bitch while I cut your pantyhose. If this shiv slips it
might go right up your ass instead of my cock," a Negro voice said from
behind her.
She stopped struggling and sucked on the cock being forced into her mouth.
She felt her pantyhose being sliced open at the crotch and the black man
on the cot lay on top of her.
During her training she had been advised that in an extreme situation like
this, the best course of action was to comply. After what she had endured
at the Clubhouse for days on end when she had been tied to the billiard
table by Brin Sarsgaard and Kyle Shipton, she knew she could survive this.
She just needed to minimise any injuries to herself and that was best done
by compliance.
When she felt the man on top of her probe at her buttocks, rather than
struggle, she lifted her buttocks to assist him with his entry. She felt
the bulbous head of his penis enter her sphincter and silently thanked god
that she was still lubricated by the moisturiser from Carlo's bathroom and
from the remains of his semen still inside her.
She squirmed a little to allow the man a better angle and then pushed back
so that all of the man's hard cock was inside her.
"Man this bitch is good!" the man began to fuck her, rutting at her
buttocks.
He reached under her, trying to squeeze her tits but they were pressed to
the bed. She indicated her compliance and attempted to get to her knees,
assisted by the man fucking her who helped her to her knees and then knelt
between her legs and re-entered her. The two men holding her down let go
and Cassie was able to support herself, kneeling on the cot on her hands
and knees.
"She wants it fellas; she one horny bitch!" the man behind her gripped her
thighs and started to fuck Cassie with long slow strokes and Cassie
encouraged him by seductively gyrating her ass.
She slavered at the cock in her mouth and used her now free hand to hold
the shaft while she suckled the glans, working her tongue on the
fraenulum. The other two men played with her tits, squeezing her nipples
and massaging the soft white globes.
The two men came quickly and Cassie swallowed the man's semen when he
ejaculated in her mouth and thrust back against the man fucking her as he
emptied himself in her anus.
The two men who had been playing with her tits quickly replaced the men
fucking her face and her ass and she gave them both what they wanted.
"Damn that was good!" one of men chuckled.
"You get some rest bitch; we gonna do this again!" one of the men said.
Cassie pulled the remnants of her dress around her and curled up on the
bunk with cum leaking from her anus and the taste of it on her breath.
She refused to cry.
When they came for again a few hours later they made her lie on her back
so they could take turns fucking her missionary. The second Negro to fuck
her had a large thick cock and knew how to use it. He took his time and
worked it against her prostate and massaged her cock while he fucked her.
They all laughed when she involuntary orgasmed. She couldn't stop it,
being taken against her will or not, the man fucked her so well she
couldn't repress the pleasure he was giving her.
When they had finished with her they made Cassie get dressed, anticipating
that agent Paul Zabinsky would return.
He did. Not long after Cassie had pulled on the remains of her tattered
dress for the second time.
"You had enough in there Rivers? You gonna talk to me?" Zabinsky called
out.
Cassie put on her heels and stepped up to the bars.
"Fuck no Zabinsky! I like it in here. Why don't you come in and join the
party?" Cassie said sarcastically.
By the light at front of the cell Zabinsky could see that Cassie had been
ravaged. Her dress was in tatters, her hosiery full of runners, her hair
and makeup and ruined, her lips bruised. But there was something about
her; she remained defiant and he had to admit, goddamn sexy, even like
this.
"Hey you can take that nigger and spick cock all night for all I care;
probably what you do at the clubhouse anyway." Zabinsky was frustrated.
He felt for sure she would be ready to talk.
The men came for her twice more that night and both times she remained
compliant and gave them what they wanted. In the early hours of the
morning the Negro with the large thick cock who knew how to use it climbed
onto her cot.
"Not again please," Cassie begged.
She had had enough.
He held her close to him and kissed her.
"You are one pretty thing," he whispered in her ear.
Reluctantly she kissed him back. The man took his time making love to
her; kissing and caressing her, stroking her cock through the gusset of
her pantyhose and gently stroking her nipples. She put her arms around
him and kissed him back and writhed with pleasure.
"You like that don't you," he whispered.
Cassie mewed and slid beneath him.
He entered her slowly and they kissed while he did so. Cassie lifted her
legs and locked them around the small of his back and put her arms around
his neck and rose to meet him; encouraging him to fuck her.
They came together, he deep inside her and she against his belly.
"I think I'm keeping you all to myself." The man smiled and caressed her
face.
They fell asleep in each other's arms.
When the other three came to take her again an hour later a fight broke
out over her. The Negro with the big cock against the other three. For a
while it was touch and go as to who would win; they were going at it with
shanks and shivs but then the lights suddenly came on and the cell door
clanged open.
Four plain clothed law enforcement officers entered the cell and set about
spraying mace on the four gangbangers then beating them with Billy-clubs
and herding them to the back of the cell.
Cassie was wrapped in a blanket and escorted out of the cells and back
into the interview room where Natalie Styles stood in one corner wearing
her usual navy-blue business suit and Christian Louboutin's anxiously
chewing a nail and smoking. She looked at Cassie in her torn dress,
ruined nylons, distressed hair and makeup and bruised face being attended
to by a female FBI field medic.
Natalie choked back a sob; she couldn't openly display her affection for
Cassie but she could display her anger at the ATF agent.
"You fuck! Why would you even think you could do that to this woman?"
Natalie's anger was near boiling point.
Paul Zabinsky sat in a chair, a petulant look on his face.
"I thought she was just some cooze you guys had busted and was snitching
for you; I wanted information from her for an ATF investigation. Besides,
she got cute with me and ran her mouth," he replied churlishly.
"Also; you don't get to swear at me you FBI bitch, it's not like she's
even a real woman!"
Natalie kept herself under control...just.
"Do you deny that you kept an FBI flagged person of interest locked up for
nearly twenty four hours without reporting to us that you had her in
custody?" Natalie demanded.
"Fuck you," Zabinsky scowled.
"Do you further deny that against Federal and California State law you
unlawfully confined a vulnerable person in a place of danger?" Natalie
said levelly.
"Fuck you and fuck the trans cooze. You have no jurisdiction here." Paul
Zabinsky made to get up but two equally burly FBI agents pushed him back
down in his chair.
Natalie glared at an officer by the door who opened it to allow ATF agent
Darren Stevens into the room.
"You fucking snitch Stevens." Zabinsky fought against the FBI agents
holding him down.
"I warned you," Darren Stevens said and produced his handcuffs.
Paul Zabinsky struggled as Darren Steven cuffed him and read him his
Miranda rights but the two FBI agents kept him well under control.
Natalie walked over to where Cassie was being tended to by the combat
medic. The medic had cleaned up a few superficial cuts, given Cassie
water to drink and was in the process of unwrapping a sterile disposable
suit. Natalie and the medic being the only females in the room held up a
blanket while Cassie stripped out of her ruined evening gown and struggled
into the unflattering sterile jump suit.
"I suppose even a transvestite biker deserves some decorum." Natalie
maintained the ruse that she hated Cassie.
"Get her skinny tranny ass out of here; I want her debriefed at the
Pasadena Field office," Natalie growled.
"Ok everyone in this interview room. I was never here and this never
happened!" Natalie barked.
Cassie was escorted out of the room past Paul Zabinsky who was standing
next to the door being restrained by Darren Stevens and two FBI agents.
She was escorted by the medic, a blanket draped over her shoulders but
Zabinsky couldn't help himself; he wanted the last word.
"Lucky you! You got that nigger and spick cock all night long and now you
get a nice warm blanket," he snickered.
Unfortunately for ATF agent Paul Zabinsky the FBI hadn't thought to bring
shoes for Cassie to wear and she was still wearing her own Christian
Louboutin's, so when she repeatedly kicked Zabinsky in the groin, the
sharp spiked heels lacerated his scrotum and smashed his testes.
Is seemed to take quite a while for the agents present to subdue her;
almost like they wanted her have a little revenge.
"Get her out of here!" Natalie screamed.
......
"I keep telling you; my ass ain't skinny." Cassie grinned through her
bruised lips, when Natalie entered the room.
Natalie slammed the door behind her; locked it and strode over to Cassie
and took her in her arms. She gently kissed Cassie's forehead, her
eyelids, her cheeks and finally her bruised lips.
"I'm so sorry." Tears ran down Natalie's face.
They were in the Pasadena FBI field office. As the agent in charge,
Natalie had told the other agents she wanted to interview Cassie alone
once she had been treated, bathed and given a change of clothes. It was a
pretence for her to be alone with Cassie.
"Those gangbanger fuckers! You want help getting back at them?" Natalie
looked Cassie square in the eyes.
"Nah. They were just doing what gangbangers do given the opportunity.
The story will get around and it will help with my cover; the Feebs would
never let that happen to one of their own. I used my tradecraft and now
it's all just blur. I'd like a few more minutes with Zabinsky though."
Cassie grinned although her lips smarted.
"That fuck! I hear he's going to need some serious surgery on his penis
and scrotum, your Christian Louboutin's really fucked up his pecker. I
told you they were good for field work." Natalie smiled wanly at Cassie.
"But seriously; are sure you're ok?" Natalie kissed Cassie again.
"Look. I'd hate to have gone through all this for nothing. Tell me you
recovered the video off my cigarette case camera and the audio from my
lighter?" Cassie looked expectantly at Natalie.
Natalie grinned.
"We got everything and both bugs in Carlo Ramirez house are transmitting."
"Ok you know the drill. I'm going to march you out into the office, call
you names and abuse you in front of everyone because you won't snitch.
Then I'm going to have an agent toss you outside."
"The Medici Cartel double-agent here in the office will witness all that
and report back to Carlo and Diego."
"And later?" Cassie stroked Natalie's face.
"Later when the coast is clear I'm coming around to your place and we're
going to spoon and snuggle all night. You can even kick my ass if it
makes you feel better; I'm just sorry this had to happen." Natalie was
crying again.
Cassie kissed Natalie's cheek.
"Harden up princess; you gotta kick my ass out of here." Cassie stroked
Natalie's face one last time and prepared herself for more verbal abuse.
To be continued.
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