Welcome to chapter eighteen of an ongoing gritty noir series from ‘Sin Street’ created in partnership between Kate Granger and Sissitrix.
Follow a woman’s desperate tale of humiliation starting in a pit of despair before her rebirth, revenge, and resurgence. This series began in a dark place because it must.
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A burning pain in my ass cheeks grew worse as deep bruising developed by the minute. The psychological manifestation of my beating felt like the opposite. Rex’s violence had salved a raging anger and sense of injustice that had surged inside me for days.
Rex had fucked me hard as well, and my pussy ached. I wanted more cock, even now, as I prepared for a new day, but wouldn’t reveal that to my new lover.
Red October had used me. They used Max, too, who also used me, but I only had myself to blame. My head swarmed with a melee of confused thoughts, with my ass cheek pain helping calm that. I needed to take control, using a measure of ruthlessness tempered by precision planning.
I sat gingerly on a sofa where Rex brought me toast and coffee. He smiled when I winced, kissing me sweetly on the cheek, seeming not at all like the dominant punisher from the evening before.
“What are you thinking about, Erin?”
“We’re permanently on the back foot. We have twelve billion dollars and an armory warehouse. We should be running Sin Street instead of being fucked over by clowns and freaks.”
“We’re a sliver of safety between two warring factions right now, Erin. Red October should be our main objective.”
“Stop seeing Red October in a binary way, Rex.”
“They are evil bastards.”
“So are we.”
’Touche, Erin, but you know what I mean.”
“You say they are politically motivated. The game they are playing is about much more than grabbing power. Red October is all about what happens after they take control.”
“They’ll make lots of cash?”
“How, Rex? Will they charge rent to people who can’t pay, skim off the top of every enterprise, or bulldoze and start again, leaving hundreds of thousands homeless and starving?”
“Maybe.”
“It’s pointless, and none of those strategies offer sufficient reward for the risks involved.”
“Power, money, it’s the same old, same old, Erin. What the fuck? This is timeless Machiavellian shit. I don’t know the details.”
“Max was fucking clueless as well.”
“Are you calling me stupid?”
He looked dangerous, and that fired my anger as I grappled with how to deal with an increasingly complicated situation. Rex was crucial to my main effort, so I couldn’t afford to alienate him, but I also needed calm.
“You beat me last night, and I enjoyed that, Rex, but don’t think I’m suddenly your bitch.”
“Okay, fair enough. Why don’t you explain what the fuck is going on and what we should do next?”
“Max bought real estate right under Red October’s nose, and they did nothing.”
“What’s your theory about that?”
“They will monetize the fuck out of Sin Street using every vice possible. Every man, woman, and child is part of their entertainment plan. I had a similar, less evil plan.”
“How would you do it?”
“Provide services to residents and tourists. Apply some discipline to the sex industry. Sissitrix pods would have created healthcare centers for locals and people from out of town willing to pay. Sex pods would be used for kinky as fuck fun as well.”
“You keep mentioning the Pods.”
“Sissitrix wouldn’t knowingly supply Red October.”
“What if they have their own design, Erin?”
“Maybe. We need someone from inside Red October to spill the beans. I’m not talking about another Max, either. We need someone who isn’t a weak fuck from their inner circle.”
“Diana will find who we need. Are we going to Underground now, Erin?”
“Nope, we’re going somewhere else first.”
“Where?”
“Sin Street Police Headquarters. I also need all of the cash from Max’s safe before we leave.”
I wasn’t revealing anything further to Rex. While he drove, I called Hannah and passed on instructions. I also messaged Sissitrix, arranging to meet them with Diana at Underground. When we parked outside the Police Headquarters, Rex holstered two pistols under his armpits and checked both boots for savage, commando-style daggers sheathed there.
“We’re not killing anyone, Rex.”
“I didn’t ask why we are walking into the lion’s den, Erin, don’t ask how I provide protection. Stick to what you know.”
“Stay in our swimming lanes, Rex?”
“I fully accept you are calling the shots. We have one rule for the bedroom and another for everything else. I can live with that as long as you don’t interfere when I’m bringing havoc.”
“Agreed.”
It was early when we arrived at Police Headquarters, so all on-duty officers were inside the building, taking a briefing before going out on patrol. My plan was simple, although it panicked Rex when I strolled into the patrol briefing room and waved at the most senior officer in the room, who stood at a pulpit, issuing instructions.
“It’s the whore. To what do we owe the privilege?”
“Hey, fat Dave. Where is the tray of donuts you useless bastards are normally passing around about now?”
“What the fuck are you doing here, Erin?”
“I’ve come to save you all from a life of rimming assholes.”
Dave Lee stared at me in horror and disbelief, then he laughed, and forty or so officers joined him, chortling like nervous idiots. I laughed as well, and that shut them up.
“Why are you laughing, Erin?”
“I’m laughing at all you fucking losers.”
“Fuck off before I have you arrested.”
“There is no profit in that, fat Dave. Tell these folks how you will pay their salary at the end of the month?”
“What do you mean?”
“Simon is dead. He had sole control of your dodgy bank accounts. You were all being paid from a chest filled with corruption.”
“So you say.”
“You useless wankers are all simpering fucking beggars now. Even Hannah’s girls wouldn’t give you credit. You’re fucking broke!”
“You really should fuck off, Erin. The system will provide what we need.”
“Oh, come on, Dave, don’t lie to them. The Mayor won’t pay you lame bastards like Hannah’s girls, the junkie’s illegal gamblers, and such like did through Simon’s racketeering.”
“What’s your point whore?”
He was angry, so I laughed again to rile him up. I’d got the full attention of his officers, and Dave saw that. They weren’t as stupid as I’d thought.
“We’re all whores, Dave. How would you like it if someone treated your wife the way I was dealt with?”
“I wouldn’t, but that wasn’t our doing.”
“You stepped aside and let that game happen. Some of you cunts in this room set up a cordon, keeping people away from the area while those weak, useless fucks raped the shit out of me.”
I stared around the room, making eye contact that was quickly broken by those who were guilty, perhaps not on that night, but they were culpable for something similar.
“We followed orders.”
“Is that what you do, fat Dave… follow orders?”
“Yes. The Enforcer was god around here, Erin, as well, you know.”
“And now he’s dead. Red October killed him, and I have his corpse. Well, technically, it’s two parts because they detached his head from the rest of him.”
A collective gasp went around the room. Shocked faces everywhere told me I was dealing with naive followers. These were sheep-like police officers trying to make a living, as all Sin Street residents were.
“Who killed our officers at the Ice Rink, bitch?”
“I did.”
I didn’t want to point the finger at Rex because the officers might see less reason to let him live. Every pistol in the room was drawn and pointed at me. I smiled while Rex moved in front of me, preparing his suicide swansong.
“Go on. Kill us, then. You lame fucks have no future without me, so you’d be slaughtering your golden goose.”
“What happened at the ice rink, Erin? I want the truth.”
“Your corrupt officers following The Enforcer’s orders came for me. I killed four, Max killed another two outside as they tried escaping, and then later, he murdered Simon in cold blood. at his house.”
“Why?”
“Because Simon, like the rest of you, was fucking corrupt, and Red October needed him gone and all of you out of the way.”
“We’re following legitimate orders.”
“Said the footsoldiers of every totalitarian regime ever. Jesus fucking Christ, someone please, for the love of god, fucking shoot me so I don’t have to listen to fat Dave whine like a spoiled child.”
That hit Dave hard, but the 9 mm barrels pointing at my head never wavered. I felt aroused. The prospect of violence excited me. A voice inside my head screamed for me to kill everyone in the room, even though I lacked the tools to do that.
“Will nobody kill me? Are you all too fucking afraid?
“These officers patrol Sin Street, Erin, have some fucking respect.”
“Oh, fat Dave. Let’s talk about respect, shall we?”
I strolled over to the nearest officer, who was very handsome. I cupped his chin in my palm, twisting his head this way and that, admiring his beauty.
“How old are you, baby face?”
“Twenty-three?”
“Do you shave daily?”
“Of course.”
“Me too, honey.”
His fellow officers laughed, and I knew they were coming over to my side, but there was still a way to go before each one peered over the precipice, confronting their personal demons in the abyss below.
“Would you like to live long enough to see your grandkids go to college?”
“Yeah.”
“Would you like to look yourself in the mirror while shaving the ass lint off your chin every three days?”
“I shave daily?”
“Yeah, and I’m a virgin. My point stands. Do you want to feel proud of being a police officer?”
“Yes.”
I turned back to face Dave and tore open my coat, liberating a ten-inch dildo fixed to a solid strapon harness. They stared at that thing, balancing between my legs with disbelief and horror. My emotions ran rampant, almost to a frisson of violence, so I clenched my ass cheeks tight and felt incredible pain from deep bruising calm my nerves. That aching salved my anger, quenching an uncontrollable blood thirst.
“If you accept my deal, I’m going to fuck you in the asshole, fat Dave.”
“Have you lost your fucking mind, Erin?”
“You can either kiss the Mayor’s ass, get fucked by Red October, or bend over and get fucked by me.”
“Have you any idea how crazy you sound?”
He looked as deranged as I felt, standing with a strap-on dildo ready to fuck him. It had seemed more plausible in my head, but now, I felt like a lunatic.
I emptied my pockets onto the floor and nodded for Rex to do the same. Pretty soon, the pistols lowered, and everyone gawked at bundles of cash bound by elastic bands.
“That’s one hundred and seventy-five grand for your salaries at month’s end. It’s not the full amount. You’ll have the rest in two days.”
Astonishment turned to realization, which became greed. I had won, Dave, and probably everyone else as well. I wasn’t sure if the long-term prospect of my leadership appealed, but the short-term need for everyone to buy food, pay bills, and live steadily for another month certainly guided their decision-making.
“Okay. What do you have in mind, Erin?”
“How much do you all make?”
“Same as any police officer in the country.”
“You’re taking huge personal risk, committing crimes and acts of corruption daily, just to get paid the same as any officer in a much safer city?”
“Yes. We live in this city. Many of us own homes that are fucking worthless because Sin Street is a shithole.”
“And now war is coming, what will you do? Becoming the Mayor’s cannon fodder to fight Red October wouldn’t appeal to me.”
“Okay, cut to the chase. What are you offering?”
“I’ll pay your current salary rates plus ten percent.”
“And what do you get in return?”
“You’ll stop being corrupt. You won’t facilitate anyone’s deception, including mine, and you’ll stay out of the war that’s coming aside from protecting the innocent.”
“Are you serious?”
“Do I have forty pistols pointed at me now, fat Dave?”
“No.”
“Then it seems your officers have taken me seriously.”
“What else?”
“You’ll leave Hannah’s girls alone, close down illegal gambling and drug pushers except for those selling only weed, and start arresting burglars, gang members, and assorted cunts.”
“Can you put the cock away, Erin? It’s fucking obscene.”
“No fat Dave. I’m not leaving here until I fuck you.”
“Me? Why the fuck would you do that?”
“What happens in a war, fat Dave?”
“People get killed.”
“The losers also get raped, usually by the winner.”
“Women and children get raped, not men.”
“Not today, fat Dave. It’s going to be a man. You specifically. If you want this deal, bend over and take it up the ass for the department. Consider it payback for all the good people you and these officers have fucked.”
“I’ll be gay, and everyone will know.”
“You’ll only be gay if you push back and smile, fat Dave.”
I’d gone off the deep end and knew it. What was intended as irony, perhaps a little fun, was quickly becoming bizarre.
He eyeballed me with utter hatred, then glanced around at his fellow officers, most of whom had a desperate look in their eyes. Rex stared at me, unsure whether I was being serious, shuffling closer to whisper.
“Erin, fucking a man in his ass is no small matter unless he enjoys it.”
“Whose side are you on here, Rex?”
“Yours, of course, but fuck, Erin, that’s a big humiliation. Why don’t we just kill him as a sign that new leadership is in place.”
I saw Dave flinch and move both hands toward his belt. That was all I needed, so I laughed, twisted off the dildo attachment, and tossed it onto the pile of cash.
“Don’t worry, fat Dave. I was joking.”
The relief on his face was like a man dragging his heat-exhausted body through a desert, finally planting his face in an oasis pool. Nobody saw him flinch because they were all watching my swaying latex cock, but Dave knew he would have done it, and I did too.
Even Rex looked relieved, and I wondered if he’d have preferred to shoot Dave through his forehead before allowing me to defile him.
“Why are you calling me fat all the time?”
“Why did you call me a whore?”
“Sorry.”
Dave looked thoughtful, and I felt a tiny dribble of shame escape my panties, zig-zagging down my thigh. Part of me wanted to peg the fuck out of Dave’s asshole just to secure my dominion, but in truth, he would have been useless to me afterward, having lost the respect of his officers.
“How do we implement these new rules?”
“That’s up to you, Dave. I’ll pay salaries, even fund an upgrade to your gear and this shitty headquarters, but you’ll all straighten up and stand fucking tall for the people of Sin Street.”
“It will take time, Erin. People around here won’t understand these changes, especially the criminals.”
“The first step is the hardest, skinny Dave.”
They all laughed, and I knew we’d reached an accord. Hammering out details would take months, but at least the Sin Street police force was on the side of its people. I walked out of the building, wobbled nervously on the stairs, and Rex held me upright.
“That was an excellent performance, Erin. “
“Take me to Underground, sweetheart?”
“Is that what I am now?”
“Do you want to be, Rex?”
“If you want me… yes. Just promise me you’ll never fuck a guy in the asshole to seal a deal. I’m not sure I could watch that.”
I stopped and faced Rex on the bottom step. He looked happy and relaxed, probably more for the fact Dave had retained his anal v-card than anything else.
“We’re the Bonnie and Clyde of a fucked up world, Rex. We need each other.”
“Don’t toy with my emotions like you did with Max, Erin.”
“Never lie to me then, Rex.”
“You have my word.”
He opened the truck door, and I slipped inside a cocoon of safety. His massive engine roared, thrilling me, and I looked at Rex, momentarily considering my new life in contrast to what it had been with Brian and then Max.
Before Brian fucked my life up, I enjoyed daytime TV, occasional dirty martinis, and thrice weekly lunch with friends. With Max, life was a collage of deceit, but these days, I preferred throbbing, noisy engines and power exchanges with deadly men wielding broomsticks and big cocks.
I strolled into Underground with Rex, immediately lifted by the loud music, feeling proud and relieved that it was early afternoon and already, the day was a success. The stage cabaret excited me, and I enjoyed seeing white panty triangles or bare pussies at the top of silken, perfectly sculpted thighs. The club rocked, and I saw Diana’s cunnilingus bar was full of couples being serviced or servicing with more waiting in line.
A writhing mess of cum, naked limbs, and gaping wide assholes twisted on the dance floor as a crowd of decadent, mask-wearing hedonists fucked each other wildly. I stepped through as carefully as though it were a minefield.
A hostess met me mid-way across the dance floor amid couples coupling with other couples while singles helped cuckold couples achieve their fantasies. I was sure my heels collected a veneer of semen until I hit a deep pile of carpeting on the stairs leading to where our meeting was arranged.
“I didn’t realize you had a second-floor VIP gallery. Diana.”
“I ripped out the ceiling, and this delightful viewing area was revealed. I can study my subjects, choose the special ones for my collection and conduct the fucking orchestra from up here.
Diana stood up and waved her hand expansively, dropping thin slivers of gold leaf onto her subjects below. They stared up, adoring their god as though it were Cleopatra’s second coming.
The crowd went wild, screaming, fucking, some reaching high as though they might touch their exquisite Mistress high above. I watched in awe and enjoyed the show, sitting beside my savior from hell.
“Hi, Sissitrix. Underground is fucking awesome.”
“Hello, Erin. There are six pods installed on this site already, with more on the way. They are fucking people senseless and performing off the charts in pleasure and monetary terms.”
“That’s worth celebrating.”
“We’re drinking Vodka, crushed ice, and lime. Will you join?”
“After the morning I’ve had, yes, please.”
Rex opted for water. He looked sinister, and I wondered how his allegiances might have changed. After the thorough, cathartic beating he gave me, I felt we could trust one another much better.
Diana sat down, studied me, sipped her drink, and then examined Rex. She smiled wryly, wagging an accusatory finger at both of us.
“Are you two an item?”
“Why do you ask, Diana?”
“If we keep treating one another like fools, we’ll get nowhere, Erin.”
“We’re turning a corner in our relationship for the better. Your warehouse helps, Rex is useful, too, and yes, we’re lovers.”
“Congratulations, and you’re both welcome. I hear Max is dead.”
“Yes.”
“And you have his money?”
“Also, yes.”
“Okay.”
I gave the Dominatrix a few minutes to absorb our conversation. I trusted Sissitrix and Diana, but there was uncertainty in my mind that our trajectories were completely aligned.
“Don’t mess around, Erin. What do you want from me?”
“A few things. First, I want someone from Red October’s inner circle, preferably softened up and ready to talk.”
“Okay, how do I deliver that?”
“Use Underground’s loyal membership. Sin Street is facing an existential threat. I’ve already instructed Hannah’s girls to get on with finding a Red October king or queen; you should do the same with your people. Someone in this building is fucking someone who is fucking an inner circle member. Find them.”
“I don’t like using my people that way.”
“If you don’t deploy your assets quickly, soon you won’t have any left. Your cavorting fans downstairs will be the first in chains, being exploited under the new order.”
Diana considered my argument, while Sissitrix seemed unphased and unwilling to offer an opinion. It was a tense moment, and I couldn’t know for sure if they would come down on my side.
“Okay, Erin. I’ll help. What else do you need?”
“Tell me about Red October. More than you told Rex.”
“How do you know there is more?”
“Because I fucking spoke to Max through one of Sissitrix’s pods last night.”
“Oh.”
Sissitrix passed me a glass, and I drank half its vodka contents in seconds. They eyed me, almost as though deciding whether I could be trusted.
“Red October's mission is to help improve decision-making through research and analysis using omniscient systems. A well-known application is the development of an experimental sex pod prototype for people's pleasure.”
“Like your design?”
“They stole my design.”
“And twisted it?”
“You spoke to a version of Max. They created that version. The market for immortality is immense, and that is one of their end games.”
“Did I really speak to Max?”
“Yes and no. Maybe and perhaps not.”
“Fucking hell, Sissitrix. Is Max alive, yes or no?”
“A version of him is alive… yes, but he’s not in human form.”
“The same version of Max that drowned?”
“A backed-up version of Max that existed until seconds before the moment he died.”
“Okay. Fuck this. How did that happen?”
“This is what we are fighting against, Erin. You should calm yourself, or this fight is already lost.”
“It’s all fucking code and secrets with you and Diana. You’ll lose in the end with no organization or plan.”
“That’s what you bring to our collaboration, Erin.”
“Then explain Red October to me.”
“Red October is a global think tank and consulting firm. They are financed by charitable foundations, billionaires, foreign agencies, and corporations.”
“That sounds fucking sinister. Why Sin Street?”
“The pursuit of personal pleasure is a secret activity for many, Sex Pods will be used to control the population of Sin Street. Max was fitted with an upload device that updated his encoded version every minute.”
“Fucking Christ, Sissitrix. if they perfect this technology, Red October will be able to upload people into a simulation?”
“Everyone in the world will be enslaved by the cost of pleasure and in the pursuit of upload rights once they die. The most depraved fantasies will be played out inside the pods and, for a much higher fee, outside, using real people.”
“And what about the virtual world?”
“Red October will exploit that as well, Erin. You’ll either be rich enough to buy every pleasure or spend an eternity in virtual purgatory providing it.”
“The suffering will be immense, Sissitrix.”
“And nobody outside Sin Street will give a fuck because every politician, influencer, celebrity, and the wealthy will finally have their playground in the real and virtual worlds.”
“And once they create surrogates, people will be able to reach back into life after death?”
“Yes, Erin. That’s the plan. Immortality for everyone. Fun for those who can afford to move between realms, not so enjoyable for everyone else.”
“Minors as well?”
“Especially them!”
I sat back, feeling sick. My plan for Sin Street was a pale imitation of Red October’s. My mouth was parched, so I drank more vodka, and then Sissitrix poured more.
“What about the Mayor? Isn’t he backed by the Virtue League?”
“Yup, but once the power is all his, he’ll do the same, maybe even partnering with Red October once he brings them down a few notches.”
“That brings me to my third ask of Diana.”
They both raised their glasses, so I met them with mine, clinking expensive crystal far too vigorously.
“What more do you want, Erin?”
“Go to City Hall and register yourself for Mayoral candidacy.”
Dive deeper into Sin Street on Sissitrix.com, where violence lurks in every alley and sex is a weapon. Brutal characters, tangled plots, and dark places in a corrupt neo-noir city that will drag you into its chaos. Written by Kate Granger, illustrated by Sissitrix.
I loved the punished ass. Thanks so much Kate and Sissitrix. That was superb. The intrigue has reached new heights as has the erotic tension. This work is a triumph.
This chapter was so much fun to create with my friend and partner in crime Sissitrix. Biro is such an excellent way to portray a well spanked ass. Let’s hope the readers love it as well.