A Natural Consequence (Castle)

A/N: A Natural Consequence was a commissioned two shot originally written from September-October of 2019. Posting it up now as a one-shot for people to enjoy!

Themes: Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Breeding

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There's a certain thrill of satisfaction at knowing her plan is working. Kate Beckett, Esteemed and Revered Detective of the NYPD, pointedly ignores the other thrill that rushes up the back of her spine, originating from that oh so precious location between her legs. The man she's currently attracting to her… he's attractive, yes. He's chiseled, in a way that say, Rick isn't.

But he's also her suspect, and the man she's here to bring down, so Kate knows she has no business being attracted to him. Having just exited the pool in her beautiful crisscross one piece, Kate lounges back on the beach chair, far away from Castle, doing her best to appear alone. It's not long before Russel approaches her, just like she knew he would. Everything she'd just done, objectifying herself, exiting the pool in such a sultry, seductive manner… it was to draw him in.

"I like a lady who knows how to make an entrance. You staying at the hotel?"

His voice is deep and gruff, but of course, Kate knew that already. Still, it's one thing to hear it from afar while listening in, it's another entirely to have it directed at her. It shouldn't be though, and Kate endeavors to ignore it, as well as the heat that it makes pool in her belly. She's more than just a woman, she's more than just her gender, she's a Detective.

Reminding herself of that, Kate makes sure to angle herself appropriately, needing to keep Russel's interest, even as she smiles up at him.

"No, I'm meeting someone…"

He chuckles a little darkly at that.

"Oh? Business or pleasure?"

Kate's just about to open her mouth to respond, when the suspect goes off script. Holding up a hand, Russel stops her and just shakes his head back and forth.

"Let me stop you right there, Detective Beckett."

Eyes widening, Kate unconsciously darts her gaze over to where Castle is supposed to be watching her, only belatedly realizing she shouldn't be giving him up. But it doesn't matter. Rick is gone, and she just catches him being dragged away from the bar, unconscious, by two sinister-looking men. Unarmed and scantily clad, Kate still tries to rise, nonetheless.

Russel is there to stop her, his massive bearpaw of a hand with its fingers splayed like claws coming down on her chest palm first and pushing her back into the lounge chair, just as he sits down on it. He's still got a smile on his face, even as his eyes burrow into her own and he pins her in place, both with his gaze and physically, with his hand.

"Stay put, Detective. We've got some things to talk about, you and I. Like the way you're following me around LA, despite being so damn far out of your jurisdiction."

Kate has to fight with herself to stop her basest impulses from rising up and devouring her. But then, that's always how it's been for the beautiful Detective. Her entire life, she's had to fight against both the sexism of men, and her own innate desires. She's more than just her gender… she just has to keep reminding herself of that. Glaring up at Russel, at her suspect, Kate ignores the situation she finds herself in and speaks in a calm and clear voice.

"Russel Ganz, for the kidnapping of Richard Castle, you're under arrest."

He laughs at her, and some of her commanding aura immediately crumbles at that as she colors, flushing with embarrassment and humiliation. Shaking his head, Russel just smirks down at her.

"Feisty… I like that. But let's be clear here, Kate. Your little writer friend is in no danger. My guys are going to get him back to his room, where he's going to sleep off a bad cocktail. You should be more worried about yourself. See, I know you, and that should scare you. Because I'm not just a guy. I've got enough contacts over on the East Coast that getting you fired from the NYPD would be child's play."

And then he leans in close and his smirk turns into a wicked, vile grin as he stares her down, Kate's glare faltering and fading by the second in the face of such… intensity.

"Especially after you ignored your captain's order to return to New York. And now you've gotten your partner into a whole mess of trouble, haven't you? Richard Castle will be just fine… if you do what I say."

Defeated. That's what Kate's feeling, as she stares up into the smug, smarmy, chiseled face of Russel Ganz. The man has her dead to rights, and he knows it too, judging by the vicious, triumphant look in his eye. He's also never taken his hand off of her, and while he's currently palming her upper chest and thus not truly touching anywhere inappropriate, Kate is still… she's still being affected by it. By all of it.

She hates this. She hates herself almost as much as she hates the man in front of her. But she's lost, and now, if she wants to keep Rick and her job safe, she's at this man's mercy. Kate steadfastly ignores the brand-new thrill that results from THAT thought.

"What… what do you want from me, Ganz?"

Raising his other hand, Russel twirls a finger in the air. A moment later, Kate realizes just how outclassed she is, how outclassed she always was, as Russel's men clear out the pool and the surrounding area in under a minute, leaving only the two of them as the sole remaining occupants when all is said and done. Grinning wickedly, he removes his hand from her chest and grunts an order at her.

"Get up."

As soon as she rises, his hands are on her hips, and he's repositioning them both so that he's sat at the end of the lounge chair and she's standing in front of him. Kate's own hands immediately went to his wrists when he grabbed her, but she stopped herself from trying to break his grip at the last second, remembering the situation she's in. Unfortunately, the extended contact isn't doing anything good to her, even as she continues to fight against her own inner demons in the face of Russel's domineering presence.

"For starters, you'll address me with respect, Detective. It's sir or Mr. Ganz whenever you address me, do you understand?"

Kate grinds her teeth, but does as she's told, trying to hide how his orders are affecting her at the same time.

"Yes… sir…"

Russel chuckles and lets go of her hips, leaning back for a moment to admire Kate in her oh-so-sexy swimsuit.

"Good girl. Now, to start with, you're going to give me a lap dance. Once I'm good and ready, then we'll have you get down on your knees and put that big mouth of yours to better use than talking about my business, got it?"

Kate grimaces, but jerkily nods her head in acceptance, even as she starts moving her body, dancing to an unheard beat, and slowly beginning to slide around on his lap. It wasn't… it wasn't like she was experienced at this kind of thing. But she had been a college girl, once upon a time, and she'd… she'd made some questionable choices.

Every party girl knew what it was like to dance on tables, or perhaps to grind up against a boy to the beat of some heavy party music. There was none of that here, but it was startlingly easy for her to fall into her old habits all the same. Habits that Kate had promised herself she would never return to, not in a million years.

Being a policewoman, and then eventually a female detective… it required constant vigilance. You couldn't let yourself slip up for even a moment, even among men who you counted as your friends. If they saw you being sloppy or worse, slutty, then your reputation was ruined, forever. That was why Kate had steadfastly put her party days behind her, because back in college, she'd been… she'd been bad.

Never as bad as she could have been though. Even in college, Kate had fought against her worst impulses, and done her level best to kick the ass of any dick who tried to fuck with her. Even if deep down inside, she secretly wanted to be fucked with. Even if, she liked being bullied, abused, thrown around and played with. She knew that those desires of hers were wrong, that she was wrong to have them, and she knew to avoid anything that might cause them to crop up.

Of course, here she was now, forced into a situation she couldn't avoid, giving a lap dance to Russel Ganz, the man who likely killed her mentor. And unlike a normal strip club, there was no rule against touching. Ganz's hands were all over her, running along her sides, playing with her ass, even sliding up to squeeze her tits as she ground herself down into his lap.

She can feel his bulge. He's thick, throbbing, and pulsating already. So, it's not much of a surprise when he finally stops her, grabbing her by her lush, long locks and forcibly dragging her down to her knees as he rubs her face all over the crotch of his pants. She grimaces and grabs at his legs but doesn't pull away. She knows better… and also, a growing part of her is loving the treatment, as much as she tries to fight against it.

"Take it out, slut. Take it out and put it in your damn mouth!"

His impatience sees her scrambling, even though she knows she should be reluctant. Her party days come back to her as she deftly undoes his belt and his button, pulling down his zipper and sliding her hands into his boxers to extract his cock. His thick, large cock. Kate's eyes go a little wide at the sight of the thing. It's… it's bigger than anything she's handled before. Of course, then he slaps her across the face with it.

"Like what you see, slut? I'm not interested in having you ogle my member. I want to see those pretty lips of yours stretched wide, you stupid bitch."

When he shoves his cockhead up against said pretty lips, Kate Beckett can do nothing but comply, her mouth opening up and his member sliding past her lips and deep, deep, until he hits the back of her throat, almost immediately causing her to gag on his cock. Luckily for her, he stops forcing the issue after that, allowing her to take the lead, even as she hesitates just a bit due to his sheer size and girth.

In the end though, she gets to work, horrifically hot and bothered from his masculine scent and the way he's just… just outright dominating her, right there beside the pool. Russel, meanwhile, groans as she bobs up and down on his knob, slobbering all over his cock. Kate tells herself that she's only working as hard as she is to try and get this over with as fast as possible. Maybe all he'll want is a blowjob…

Even as she lies to herself, Russel is running his hands through her hair, gripping down tightly and tossing his head back as he grunts and groans from her enthusiastic technique.

"Fuck, detective. Should have known that your Grade A Bitch personality was hiding a truly slutty cunt underneath. But then, I guess I did, since I've got you here on your knees before me, heh."

Kate's face is unbelievably red, but even as she stews in humiliation and embarrassment, those two things in turn feed back into her own arousal, the arousal that she can't even really fight back against anymore. The part of her that is secretly enjoying this has grown to the point that it's overwhelming the rest of her, leaving her just inches away from placing a hand down between her legs so she can finger herself as she sucks on Russel's dick.

She never gets the chance, however. Without any warning, Russel's hands suddenly firm up and he uses his grip on her hair to drag her off of his cock and then up off of her knees. He pulls her into his lap and sinks her down onto his cock in one fell swoop, his hand sliding the crotch of her swimsuit out of the way just in time for his dick, perfectly lined up with her cunt, to slam up into her unexpecting, and sopping wet hole.

Kate's eyes widen, and her mouth opens, but no sound comes out as she's forced to latch onto him, to cling to him for dear life, her hands grabbing at his shoulders. Her pussy walls clench and squeeze around his dick, and Russel just laughs as she shamefully orgasms right then and there on the spot, utterly unable to hide the pleasure she's experiencing from being so suddenly impaled on his big, fat dick.

"That's right bitch. You've got a real man's cock inside of you now. Go on then… do what comes naturally to a slut like you."

Blushing profusely, ashamed of herself and of her body's reactions, Kate nevertheless begins to ride him as ordered, bouncing up and down on his cock. She's really not even able to think straight right now, but his commands are coming through crystal clear, so Kate obeys, gyrating herself on his member, riding him and holding onto him for dear life the entire time.

It's in that moment, unbeknownst to the female Detective, drowning in pleasure as she currently is, that Russel Ganz decides he wants more than just a one-time thing with Detective Kate Beckett. As he takes great pleasure in fucking her sensational body and oh-so-tight pussy, he vows to himself that he's going to make her his pet, even as he gets closer and closer to release.

While Kate might not have ever had a man as big or as thick as Russel, she's certainly been with plenty of men before him. She knows what it feels like when the guy is getting close to completion, even if he doesn't say anything. Even through all of her current pleasure, even through the orgasms currently wracking her form, Kate can tell that Russel is getting close.

It allows her a moment of crystal-clear clarity, to be honest, as she realizes what might happen, if he does cum inside of her right now. Squeezing down on his shoulders and pushing herself back a little from where she'd been resting against his chest, barely able to think straight, Kate looks into his eyes, her own wide, even as she continues to bounce up and down on his thick, throbbing member.

"N-Not… not inside! Please, don't cum inside. P-Pull out, cum on me if you want! I'm not on birth control! I-I-mmph!"

Unfortunately, this was the wrong way to go about things, if she truly did want him to pull out. Maybe if she'd gone the more seductive route, asking him if he wanted to give her a thick, viscous facial, Russel would have gotten on board with it. As it is, her sudden panic and her begging only turns him on even further and makes him want to give her the exact opposite of what she's asking for. Maybe, at the end of the day, part of Kate was even hoping for that…

Either way, instead of pulling out, Russel pulls himself up, wrapping his arms around Kate, one hand on the back of her head and the other on her ass as he pulls her into a deep, tongue-filled, soul-searing kiss, making out with her heatedly even as he silences her protest at the same time. He cums inside of her clenching, squeezing, milking cunt only a few seconds later, triggering a mind-shattering orgasm for Kate, as it's the first time in her entire life that she's ever let any man cum inside of her… and even now, she's not letting him. He's just taking her, he's dominating her… and she loves it far too much.

But at least it's over now. The small part of Kate that's still sensible and rational breathes an internal sigh of relief and begins to relax, sure that this is the end of it. Surely, this is the end of her humiliation and degradation, and so long as she gets some morning after pills before she and Rick leave LA, it'll be fine. It'll… it'll be fine…

But then, of course, Russel Ganz has to go ahead and ruin that belief. Leaning in close, as the two of them slowly come down from their respective highs, he whispers in her ear something that has Kate tensing up in both anticipation and trepidation in equal measure.

"You don't think we're done, do you? We're just getting started, slut."

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When Kate put her plan into action, it was the middle of the day, making it all the more demonstrational that Russel had been able to clear the pool area with just a twirl of one finger. Unfortunately, that meant Kate had spent almost the entire day in his clutches, doing whatever he wanted of her.

Later that night, in his lavish hotel suite, she found herself on her knees once again, giving the brute of a man the best blowjob of his life. She can't… she can't stop herself. She's fallen completely in lust with the abusive, domineering man, to the point that she wants nothing more than to please him at this point. He's gripping tightly at her hair, but it's Kate herself who's choking on his cock of her own volition, gagging herself and gurgling around his member as it slides down her throat again and again.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

They've been at it all day, with the criminal not letting up in making Detective Kate Beckett of the NYPD into his bitch. They've fucked in every crazy position Kate can think of, and some she's never heard of as well. He's used and abused her in every way imaginable, but worst (or perhaps best) of all, he's cum inside of her each and every time, as if her initial begging had lit a fire in him, and he was intent on filling her womb to the brim with his seed, again and again.

She's lost count of just how many times he's creampied her at this point, and even like this, on her knees, he won't cum anywhere but her pussy. She knows that he's just using her mouth and throat to clean himself up and get himself hard again, and then he'll go right back to pounding her sticky, wet cunt, plowing her silly for the umpteenth time that day.

How will he take her this time? He's fucked her cowgirl, doggystyle, and even missionary, and then a half dozen positions that Kate can't even name. He's fucked her standing up, with her both facing him and facing away from him, held in his arms and unable to escape as he bounces her up and down on his big, fat cock. That juicy member of his has fractured Kate's mind. She's of two minds now, or perhaps even more than two.

She wants it. She wants him. She hates herself. She doesn't want it. All of these different thoughts conflicting in Kate's mind as she tries to fight against her inner nature, which is and always has been that of a huge, horny, submissive slut. That was what Kate Beckett truly was, deep down inside, that was what she'd fought against for all her life, trying to combat her own dark impulses, her own inner demons, by being as strong as she could, by never showing weakness to the men around her.

It'd allowed her to attract the sort of men that liked a strong, confident woman, and who would never try to hurt her, or abuse her, or dominate her. They wouldn't even think of it. But Russel Ganz was different. Russel Ganz was a bad man… and he had given her the best sex of her life, all day long. As Kate continues to choke on his cock, her eyes fluttering from lack of air, she looks up into the face of the man who's brought out the worst in her.

He smiles down at her, and then finally pulls her back. Coming off of his cock with a pop, the naked beautiful woman can only yelp and squeal as she's forced up onto her feet again, Russel using his grip on her hair to drag her across the room. Kate stumbles but manages to follow along all the same, until ultimately, she finds herself pressed up against the floor-length window of the extremely opulent hotel suite.

Her swimsuit had NOT survived the day. While Russel had certainly delighted in fucking her in it while they were still at the pool, when they made it back to his suite, he'd taken just as much pleasure in tearing it off of her, ripping it to shreds and leaving her in its tatters. By the third time he was plowing into her, those tatters had fallen away as well, and she was left entirely naked and defenseless in the face of his overwhelming libido and her equally powerful lust.

Now, here she was, pressed up against the window, her cheek and tits smooshed into the glass as she realizes that yes, Russel does have another humiliating position for her, another way to bring her down a notch. Because right now, his hotel suite, as high up in the building as it is, is looking down over the pool area where he'd fucked her earlier. Except, by this point, everyone has been allowed back out into it, and at this time of the evening, the place is bustling with activity.

She's fully exposed, Kate Beckett of the NYPD, naked and visible to anyone who so much as bothered to even look up. And given that it was a clear, crystal, starry night, the chances of people looking up were… high to say the least. That doesn't stop Russel from fucking her on the spot from behind though, and at this point, Kate doesn't have it in her to resist, doesn't have it in her to do anything more than moan like the wanton whore he's trying to turn her into.

As his cock slides into her depths, as his hips slap up against her toned booty, Russel laughs and pushes her further up against the window, sliding her tits all over it and smearing the glass with her flesh as he pounds into her with all his might.

"I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you what sort of bitch you were, Detective. I knew immediately that you were hiding all of… this, under all of that. Trying to act like you're some big hot shot, trying to act like you're a big strong woman who doesn't need a man might fly over in New York, but this is Los Angeles, cunt. This is where dreams go to die, and where cunts like you who think you have it all and who think too highly of themselves learn just how to get down on their knees and choke on dick, like you did today."

Tears well up in Kate's eyes, because deep down inside, she knows he's right. She had been hiding this, she'd been hiding it so well that she'd been able to forget about it herself, most days. She'd been hiding behind her persona as the strong, independent woman for so long that she'd even began to believe her own press.

Russel Ganz had stripped that all away though, fucking her senseless over the course of the day and exposing every bit of the truth of her like a raw nerve. Even now, he was fucking her like an animal, and her body was responding like an animal as well, a rough, primal need to cum, to be mated, to be BRED welling up in Kate's chest, taking over her thoughts, leaving her fuzzy and hazy in the extreme, even as she takes his dick nice and deep, again and again and again.

This time, when Russel begins to get close, he says as much, as he's been doing for the last few creampies, delighting in taunting her, teasing her, deriding her.

"Gonna cum again soon, slut. What do you think? You think it'll be this load that knocks your sorry ass up? Or one of the previous fifteen?"

The sad thing is, Kate can't even say for sure that he's exaggerating. The man is extremely virile, and extremely well hung, and… and he's so big and thick inside of her, and he's BEEN so big and thick inside of her all day long. He's filled her womb to the brim with his seed and then some, and the likelihood of her getting pregnant off of this horrible, amazing day is… rather hefty by this point.

Regardless, Kate has no more beseeching words for him, no more begging. She doesn't offer to let him cum on her face instead, she knows he won't go for it. And not-so-secretly, a very large part of her even longs for him to cum inside again. To make sure that he's done what he set out to do. So, when Russel finally releases inside of her and fills her with his ejaculate, Kate positively screams in ecstasy, another mind-blowing orgasm rocking through her spasming, shaking body as he holds her by her hips with bruising force and unloads deep inside of her.

As soon as he's done, he pulls out and lets Kate slump down to the floor, utterly exhausted at this point. But she fully expects him to not be done with her yet, and parts of her even hum with anticipation of him grabbing her by her hair and shoving his messy dick back down her throat for another cleaning. It certainly wouldn't be the first time he's done that today.

Instead, she's more surprised when he DOESN'T do that, and instead gives her an order she's not expecting at all.

"Get up, slut. Go take a shower, you fucking stink."

She stinks of him, maybe. Covered in sweat, filled with his jizz… bruised and battered by his rough treatment of her. Still, Kate finds herself shakily rising to her feet, and stumbling and staggering her way over to the suite's lavish set of bathrooms. The shower alone is big enough for an entire group of people if they all squeezed in tight, and it feels almost too big for Kate as she gets into it and turns on the water, letting out a low moan of fresh arousal as hot water cascades across her exhausted flesh, her tired body finally beginning to relax in the steaming environment.

For a time, she just… relaxes, taking her time in washing herself from the hellish day she's had. And it has been hellish, she has enough clarity to recognize that, now that she's away from him, now that she's able to finally think for the first time in hours. Reining in her own depravity, her own lustful desires, Kate clamps down on that part of herself hard again, even as she soaps herself up and cleans her, wincing every once in a while, as she touches a particularly sore part of her extremely well-fucked body.

She's going to be okay though. It's finally over, and she's going to get herself back under control, and she's going to go back to New York with Castle and forget this ever happened. She's going to be okay. She-

Kate's thoughts are promptly derailed by Russel stepping into the steaming shower behind her, grabbing her by her drenched hair, and spinning her around so that he can kiss her again. There's nothing loving about his kisses of course, every single one of them is as domineering and rough and savage as the last. He doesn't kiss her, he CLAIMS her mouth… and yet, Kate still finds herself melting into it all the same, unable to do anything else as he pushes her up against the shower wall, the hot water cascading over them both now.

She moans and wraps her arms around his neck, and when he grabs one of her legs under the knee and lift it up, she helps him, not resisting in any way as he thrusts into her cunt once more, fucking her up against the shower wall now, plowing into her once more with all the savagery and brutality he possessed. Kate moans into his mouth, until he stops kissing her, and then she's just moaning into open air, while Russel presses his forehead against hers and looks her dead in the eye, fucking her with deep, powerful thrusts, slamming into her with all his might.

"I've decided I'll be visiting New York soon, slut. When I do, you're going to get a call, and you're going to answer that call. You'll come to me, and you'll do whatever I want, when I want it… or else I'll fuck you in another way entirely, and your days at the NYPD will come to an end. Maybe you'll have to turn to selling tricks on the streets to get by, hm? Don't worry, if it ever comes to that, I'll make you my personal bitch."

Kate shudders in horror at his words but knows without a doubt that she's going to do as she says.

"I-I'll come…"

Russel just snorts derisively.

"Of course, you will, slut."

And that's the end of that, or at least the end of the conversation. He fucks her for a while longer, cumming inside of her one more time, and then leaves her to finish cleaning herself off. In the end, Kate is unceremoniously tossed out of Russel's hotel suite wearing nothing, but a fluffy white robe provided by the hotel, and has to make her way back to her own rooms in nothing else.

It's a walk of shame she'll never forget, but luckily Castle is there in the room, still unconscious on the bed. After so many hours, Kate knows she should be worried, but she's more relieved he hasn't woken up yet, than anything else. It makes it easier for her to shape the story in the way she wants to and get them both out of LA and on the first flight back to New York the very next morning.

All the same, as much as Kate struggles to force things back to the way they were before, she knows she can never truly go back. And secretly, she's afraid that she'll become utterly addicted to Russel Ganz's cock if they ever resume their relationship in New York.

-x-X-x-

Things had almost gotten back to normal since her return to New York. She'd almost managed to put what had happened between her and Ganz in LA behind her. Surely, he was just trying to scare her. Surely, he wouldn't follow her all the way to New York. After all, this was her jurisdiction. If he came to New York, if he tried to step onto her turf… she would arrest him.

That's what Kate told herself anyways, that's what the female Detective repeated mentally every hour of every day for those first few days back. She had needed to ground herself, needed to push back the beast that Russel Ganz had unleashed. He'd brought out the worst in her and then some, he'd invoked the nastiest, scariest parts of Kate's personality. He'd made her into his cum-guzzling bitch, and she would probably never be able to truly forget those days with him.

She did her best to try anyways though, did her best to put it behind her and move on with her life. She was Kate Beckett, Detective of the NYPD, and she wasn't going to let one bad encounter with a very bad man define her entire life. Now that she was back on her home turf, it was time to get back into the business of closing cases and putting away bad guys and forgetting everything Russel Ganz had done to her and her body.

All the same, there was no denying that Kate had a hunger in her that wasn't there before. Or at least, before Ganz, it had been dormant for a time. She was trying to make it go dormant again, but at the end of the day, she knew better. You didn't simply go cold turkey if you wanted to actually cure yourself of an addiction. You had to wean yourself off with small doses.

To that end, Kate had made plans for a night out on the town with Lanie, in order to cut loose just a little bit. She wasn't looking for a man to take home, she wasn't looking for a one-night stand… all she wanted was some drinks and some dancing to satisfy the raging party girl currently unleashed within her. Kate figured if she could get that much, then she would be fine. She would be okay.

Of course, Lanie constantly asked her to go out with her. Doctor Lanie Parish was the assistant Medical Examiner at the NYPD, but also Kate's best friend. Normally, Kate didn't party quite as hard as she knew Lanie did. When they did go out, Kate was always making sure to tone down their outings to little more than a get together between friends, a few drinks at most, but nothing like an actual party.

She knew Lanie did more on the weekends, possibly by herself, possibly with other people. When Kate had told the other woman that she wanted to really let loose for once, Lanie had been ecstatic. The dark-skinned beauty had practically dragged Kate with her on a shopping trip that very evening, demanding that they pick out something super sexy for Kate to wear on their upcoming outing.

Now, the day of, a Saturday, Kate found herself biting her lower lip and staring at herself in a mirror. She had to admit, what she and Lanie had ultimately chosen for her to wear was… it was certainly something. She looked like a slut, to put it bluntly. Any cop would have probably had good cause to take her in for indecent exposure, to be perfectly honest. Oh sure, she was wearing a pair of jean shorts… but that was about it.

The rest of her body was 'covered' with a fish-net one-piece leotard of sorts. Kate didn't even know they made clothing like this, but here she was all the same, dressed in the form-fitting attire. It had a beautiful desire to it to be fair, and it probably did cover a good forty percent of her body or so. However, it also showed off an expansive amount of her cleavage, her nipples hidden just beneath the lingerie.

At the same time, the jean shorts covered up the fact that the lingerie one piece was… crotchless. Even now, Kate could feel the denim pressing against her otherwise naked cunt, grinding up into her slightly wet pussy lips. If she wasn't careful in her movement tonight, she'd likely develop a wet spot in the blue jean shorts, and wouldn't that just be so very embarrassing?

Biting her lower lip, the beautiful female Detective nonetheless turns this way and that, looking herself up and down in the mirror and admiring her gorgeous figure in the extremely sexy, extremely slutty ensemble she was wearing. She knew she'd be attracting all sorts of men, and in a look that was just bordering on the side of trashy like this one, most of them probably wouldn't be the right kind of man.

That was okay though, because she'd already decided she wasn't bringing anyone home tonight. She wasn't going to have sex; she was just going to be fucking sexy all night long. Besides, Kate knew the sorts of things Lanie usually wore when she was truly letting loose on days like this. She knew from the other woman's social media what sort of stuff the dark-skinned medical examiner got up to when Kate was being too much of a stick in the mud to participate.

And she also knew from firsthand experience that Lanie would be dressed just as sluttily and fabulously as Kate herself was, given that they'd picked out their outfits together. Lanie had approved of this ensemble on Kate, which meant it was fine… and really, it did make her feel exceptionally sexy. Not that she would be letting her friend take pictures tonight. It was one thing for the assistant Medical Examiner to slut it up on Instagram or whatever Lanie used, it was another entirely for a NYPD Detective to do the same.

There's a sudden knock on the door, startling Kate out of her trepidation. Blinking in surprise at the time, Kate nonetheless assumes its Lanie, even if the other woman is over an hour early at this point. Striding over to her front door, Kate doesn't bother covering up because of this, assuming (incorrectly) that Lanie will be waiting on the other side of the door, dressed just as sluttily as she currently is.

As such, it's quite a shock for the scantily clad Detective when she opens the door to find Russel Ganz standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face. His grin only widens when he sees what she looks like.

"Hello honey… I'm home."

All of her confidence, all of her swagger, all of her… everything… it disappears in a moment and Kate finds herself backing away as Russel steps forward, into the apartment. He closes the door behind himself and locks it, never once taking his eyes off of her body, his gaze roaming up and down her form.

"Miss me? It certainly seems like it."

Kate shudders in a mixture of feelings. Horror and disgust and fear are among them, but there's also an immediate arousal that comes with being in the man's presence again, her body reacting to him standing before her just like it'd begun to react to him back in LA. She was already moist before… soon, she's going to be sopping wet if she doesn't manage to get him out of here.

"Y-You… you n-need to leave. Now!"

It's the most strength she can muster, and Russel swipes it away without batting an eye, stepping forward into Kate's personal space as she tries to stand her ground. Standing her ground turns out to be a mistake though, especially when face to face with a man lacking in decency like Russel Ganz. Without skipping a beat, he reaches out and grabs hold of her nipples through the sexy, slutty lingerie one-piece she's wearing.

Kate cries out, but it's only partially pain, and the other part is wholly pleasure as Russel pulls her forward by her nipples into a soul-searing kiss, his lips crashing against hers and his tongue invading her mouth for a moment as he makes it clear who's in charge here, as he dominates her and Kate buckles easier than she ever could have imagined.

When he pulls back, his eyes are twinkling with mischief.

"Going to arrest me, Detective? I have to wonder where you're keeping the cuffs, wearing a sexy ensemble like this."

Kate whimpers as Russel lets go of her nipples and runs his hands up and down her body instead, playing with her to his heart's content. She shivers under his touch, trembling but unable to move. Eventually, he hooks his fingers into two of the belt loops on her jean shorts and yanks, viciously. Kate lets out a soft cry as he rips the shorts down her long legs, pulling them away from her crotch. The button pops as a result, and the shorts tear a little, but that doesn't stop Russel as he roughly pulls them off of her body and tosses them aside before straightening up again.

Now he can see her in all her slutty glory. Now he can see the truth of her sexy lingerie one piece, crotchless in it's entirety, showing off her gushing wet pussy to Russel's gaze as he looks upon her with a hungry, wide grin.

"Oh yeah, that's the stuff baby…"

Kate bites her lower lip and opens her mouth to once again ask him to leave. She doesn't even get a chance to do so however, though it's probably for the best because she's certain she would have sounded weak and indecisive if she'd tried. Before she can even get a word out, Russel grabs her tits again. This time he grabs them wholesale, groping and squeezing her mammaries through the fishnet lingerie for a moment.

Then, he curls his fingers into the top of the low-cut one piece and drags it down off of her breasts. Her engorged titties bounce free of their confines as Kate lets out a gasp, moaning under his touch, unable to help her body's responses. She can't control herself, even now, even on her home turf… and she's quickly realizing with dawning horror that she was foolish to ever think that she could.

Regardless, Ganz wastes no time in leaning forward and sucking on her tits, even as he gropes and squeezes them around the base, making them protrude all the more grotesquely from her chest, making her nipples elongate and hard and all the more pronounced. He slobbers and sucks at her breasts for a time, and all Kate can do is stand there helplessly on increasingly shaky legs with an increasingly wet cunt, unable to stop him, unable to even lift a hand against him.

Russel pulls away after a few minutes of this and promptly spins Kate around, bending her over the back of her nearby couch without hesitation. She gasps at the sudden rough treatment, whimpering as he gives her naked ass a smack, but she doesn't try to stop him. Not when she hears the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down, and not even when she feels his cockhead pressing up against her pussy lips.

"I like this outfit on you, bitch. It's perfect."

Then he grabs the back of the crotch-less lingerie one piece and pulls on it and Kate, even as he thrusts forward into her. The helpless Detective lets out an ugly cry of pleasure as his thick cock sinks deep into her needy, clenching depths. Like it's welcoming him home, her body responds to Russel's intrusion by orgasming almost immediately around his cock, betraying Kate in it's entirety as tears run down her face. She hates it… she hates how much she LOVES it.

Clinging to the couch she's currently bent over, Kate can do nothing but moan and cry out as Russel fucks her hard from behind, taking her just like that, fucking the shit out of her without ever even having to remove her slutty, sexy ensemble. In the back of her mind, some small part of her acknowledges that this is why she bought this outfit. She wanted this to happen.

Perhaps not with Russel, but Kate was a fool if she thought she was getting through this night unscathed. Some man was going to come onto her, and she wasn't going to stop him, she wasn't going to tell him no. He was going to fuck her, be it in a nightclub bathroom or in a back alley, or maybe if she was lucky, back at his place or hers.

Of course, before any of that could happen, Russel had come along. Russel Ganz had come back into her life and just as quickly derailed all of her plans. He was fucking her so damn hard, and Kate could do nothing to stop him. She didn't want to stop him. As she cums again and again around his thrusting, pistoning dick, all the beautiful femme fatale can do is moan like a wanton whore, her face adopting a fucked silly expression as her eyes go crossed and her tongue lolls out of her mouth.

Then, her phone starts going off. It takes a couple of rings, as well as Russel slowing down, for this fact to permeate Kate's mind. Only when Russel is suddenly holding it in front of her face and she's reading Lanie's name on the caller ID does Kate truly process what's going on.

"Who's Lanie, bitch?"

Biting her lower lip, Kate makes an aborted attempt to grab the phone, stopping when Russel holds it out of her reach. Panting heavily, barely able to catch her breath, she's forced to answer him while still bent over the back of her own couch, dressed in a slutty lingerie one-piece, and filled with his cock.

"She's… s-she's my best friend… w-we were supposed to go out tonight t-together…"

Russel grunts at that.

"She as sexy as you bitch?"

Kate feels a jolt go through her at that. On the one hand, she doesn't want Lanie to get caught up in all of this, for both their sakes. She doesn't want anyone to know just how badly she fucked up in LA, and just how much control Ganz has over her at this point. On top of that, she doesn't want Lanie to end up under his thumb as well. On the other hand, Kate feels a sudden surge of jealousy at the thought of… of Lanie getting some of Ganz's attention instead of her. She doesn't like the idea of being discarded.

In the end, all of Kate is unified on this front, even if it's for a multitude of very different reasons. With a shuddering breath, the Detective looks back over her shoulder at Russel Ganz and musters up her most slutty, sultry, seductive smile that she can as she bats her eyelashes at him.

"No one is as sexy as me, sir."

She licks her lips afterwards for good measure, and knows she's done well, because she can feel his cock jump inside of her at the display, provoking a soft 'ooh!' sound from her as well. For a moment though, the mercenary still just stares at her in silence, probably able to easily see right through the ploy. Kate finds herself fidgeting and squirming under his gaze, almost tempted to begin pushing back into his crotch to try to get him moving again.

But in the end, he just smirks and hands her the phone.

"Call her back and cancel your plans, bitch."

Kate bites her lower lip at that, knowing that doing what he says will leave her in his clutches for the rest of the night. But it's better than letting him sink his teeth into Lanie the way he's done to her. It has to be, right? As Kate goes to call Lanie back, she lets out a squeal as Russel begins to fuck her again, his cock thrusting into her and jarring her and the couch she's bent over with every thrust. Whimpering a little, Kate nonetheless puts the call through, squeezing her eyes shut tight as she places the phone against her ear and listens to it ring.

Lanie picks up after the third ring, and Kate can immediately tell from the other woman's voice that she's driving in a car and has her on speaker phone.

"Hey girlfriend! I'm heading over to your place now, just about fifteen minutes out in this traffic!"

Kate blanches and shakes her head, even as she speaks.

"A-Ah, hey… that's actually what I, ooh, was calling you, mm, about. I-I won't… ah, I won't be able to come out with you t-tonight, Lanie…"

There's a pause, in which Kate has to cover her mouth with her hand to contain her moaning as Russel continues to fuck her from behind. Then, Lanie's voice comes through again.

"No way! We're doing this, Detective Beckett. Come on, you can't pussy out on me now! Is it the outfit? You were so damn sexy at the store. Look, when I get there, I'll help you into it, alright? You need to be more confident in yourself, girl!"

If she wasn't being so soundly fucked from behind in that moment, Kate would likely be rolling her eyes in exasperation. As it is, it's taking everything she has to keep her eyes from rolling up in ecstasy so she can stay focused on the issue at hand.

"It's not… it's not the outfit, L-Lanie! I just had s-something else come up, okay? I-In fact, ooh, I'm a-actually wearing the, hah, outfit right now!"

Another solid pause, longer than the first. When Lanie speaks again, she no longer sounds affronted… but instead somewhat coy.

"Something came up… or someone?"

Kate's eyes go wide at that, and Russel's dark chuckle as he continues to slam into her from behind with jarring bruising force tells her that he can hear Lanie's side of the conversation from where he's standing, from where he's fucking her.

"I-It's not like that, L-Lanie…"

And it really wasn't. Lanie probably thought she was happy about what was happening right now, but she wasn't. Oh sure, her body had betrayed her and was loving every second of this, but it wasn't like Kate wanted this criminal to be fucking her so damn hard with his big fat juicy cock, damn it! Unfortunately, Kate's protests fall on deaf ears.

"Uh huh. Sounds exactly like it to me. Sounds like you're being fucked right now, and whoever you got to do the fucking is having you call me back to cancel after you missed my first call because you were in the middle of coitus. Sounds to me like you're embarrassed… but loving every moment of it."

Before Kate can say a word, before she can even formulate a response to what was Lanie effectively hitting the nail on the head in every way that mattered even if she didn't have the broader context, Russel reaches forward and grabs Kate by a fistful of her hair, forcing her back to arch and pulling her head up.

This has the added effect of bringing her hand away from her mouth before she's ready to do so, or more accurately, her mouth away from her hand. The sudden spike of pain and pleasure as Russel pounds into her from behind all the more viciously while also now pulling on her hair as he bucks into her causes Kate to let out a long, drawn-out and altogether wanton moan.

Lanie's voice, tinny and distant, comes over the phone.

"Hah! That's all I needed to hear~ You go girl… we'll have some fun another time."

And like that, Lanie hangs up on her. Kate lets her phone fall from nerveless fingers as Russel keeps fucking her, scarcely unable to believe what just happened. She couldn't believe she'd just done that; she couldn't believe that she'd just let Russel forced her to do that, and that she'd gone along with it so willingly. And more than that, she couldn't believe her slut of a best friend had advocated for it to continue. Even if Lanie didn't know the details, which obviously she didn't, it still felt like a betrayal… and in the end, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Something in Kate Beckett fully shatters in that moment, and ultimately, she lets Ganz have his way with her for the rest of the night, not that she could really stop him. He cums inside of her multiple times, fucking her over and over again and only pausing once in a while to raid her fridge for some food as she lays there face down, ass up, body limp and seed leaking out of her orifices.

They continue on like that for the rest of the night, until things come to an end with Ganz lounging back on her bed and Kate trapped between his legs, his cock down her throat and her body sprawled out along the lower half of the bed as he just holds her there and falls asleep with his member buried in between her lips.

They both know he owns her body now… now and forever. Some small part of Kate's mind continues to fight though. There has to be a way out of this. There has to be a way to escape both Ganz and her own desires…

-x-X-x-

Several weeks later, Detective Kate Beckett of the NYPD… is beginning to think there isn't a way out. Russel Ganz has become a fixture in her life, to the point of distraction and the decay of everything else around her. She's barely gotten any sleep since he arrived, as he's been staying in her apartment since that fateful night and fucking the shit out of her every chance he gets.

Worst of all is, she can't stop herself from going to him the moment he calls for her. She'll be working a case, or even just doing paperwork late at night at the NYPD in the hopes of not having to go home to him, and he'll text or call her… and she'll be on her knees sucking his dick within fifteen minutes without fail, like the good little bitch she is. She can't help herself; she can't help her body's desires. Her physical form yearns for him, and Kate finds herself led by it.

Her work has suffered, of course, and bad guys have gotten away that shouldn't have gotten away. When Kate tries to tell Ganz this, when she tries to tell him that she NEEDS to focus more on her career, he just laughs in her face and remarks that perhaps a Detective who wasn't such a slutty bitch of a cum dump wouldn't have fucked up and let criminals get away with their crimes like she did.

The worst part is, she knows he's right… it hurts, but he's still right. And thus, her work suffers even more as a result of her diminished capabilities, as she loses more and more of her hard-earned pride to Ganz and his cock, and at the same time loses the confidence she needs to be a good Detective. In the end, even Captain Montgomery notices how off she is, just as the rest of the precinct does. In the end, when he forces her onto a week-long vacation, much to Kate's horror, she knows she can't even say no.

Now it's the morning of her first day of 'vacation' and Kate knows that this next week is going to be even worse for her than all of the previous weeks combined. But also, better, because she'll be lost in pleasurable bliss, having to think of nothing else for all that time. Regardless, Russel is already starting in on her. She's laid out on her kitchen table right now, clad in nothing but a sexy silk robe that's currently completely open and acting more as a blanket beneath her than anything else.

Her beautiful naked body is on full display right now, and Ganz is holding her by her hips, fucking into her as he stands there at one end of the table, with all his might. He plows her nice and hard, and all Kate can do is toss her head back and moan in ecstasy, shaking and shuddering under him, feeling his massive throbbing cock plunging deeper and deeper into her without halting.

He suddenly begins to cum, and for the umpteenth time since he arrived in New York, he unloads inside of Kate's creampied cunt, filling her with his seed yet again. When he's finished and pulls out to take a step back and admire his bitch, Kate just lays there, more than a little broken, averting her gaze. Of course, if she hadn't, perhaps she would have noticed that he was beginning to notice the changes to her body, that his eyes were focusing on her enlarged tits and softening midsection as her formerly rock-hard abs were giving away slowly but surely to a baby bump.

Instead, the only warning she gets that he's noticed is after he's entered her again, plugging her up with his cock and leaning over her. Grabbing one of her oh-so-sensitive tits almost viciously, he sneers as Kate lets out a soft cry of pain, grinning wickedly and looking her right in the eye.

"Tell me the truth, bitch. Are you pregnant?"

Kate goes stock still beneath him at the sudden question, the sudden accusation. In the throes of pleasure, despite hoping that he'd not notice… she confesses.

"Y-Yes! I… yes, I, hah, I took the test a, ooh, few d-days ago. It was, mm, p-positive…"

Russel grins at that and tweaks Kate's nipples with both hands, even as he continues to fuck her nice and hard.

"And?"

She knows what he's asking even just from that one word. Blushing profusely, averting her gaze, Kate tells the truth, hating herself every step of the way.

"Y-You're the father… ah, you have to be… I-I, mm, haven't been with another, ooh, man in m-months… and you've, hah, fucked me every s-single day for w-weeks!"

Ganz laughs at the admission and suddenly pulls out of her, only to yank her halfway off the table and flip her over onto her front. Kate hurries to get her elbows up under her so that her baby bump isn't rubbing and grinding against the table as he slides into her from behind and begins fucking her nice and hard right then and there. If anything, finding out that she's pregnant with his baby spurs the evil man onto further heights, his cock penetrating deeply again and again as Kate gasps and squeaks and moans and mewls under the onslaught of pleasure.

He's very vocal in his pleasure, very vocal about how much he likes that she's become his baby mama. Kate hates him for it, but she hates herself even more because she knows deep down inside that she loves being his breeding bitch. His cock has broken her into his plaything, the great Detective Beckett reduced to nothing more than a cum-guzzling horny whore by this man and his big fat dick.

"Oh, I'm going to breed you more too, in the future. I'm going to knock you up again and again, bitch. You're never going to escape me."

As horrifying as his words are to her ears, to her body, they're music. Kate cums explosively, and in the process milks Ganz of his own seed, causing him to explode inside of her yet again. She lays limp, face down on the table as he pulls out of her and pats her ass before moving away to finish breakfast. She's resigned to her fate… but at the same time, she can't deny the truth any longer, at least not to herself.

Russel Ganz is her studly pimp… and Kate Beckett is nothing more than his needy breeding bitch of a whore.

-x-X-x-

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