A Drug Dealer’s Whore (Castle)

A Drug Dealer’s Whore (Castle)

A/N: A Drug Dealer's Whore was a commissioned one-shot originally written back in June of 2020. Posting it up here now for people to enjoy!

Summary: Oz, the drug dealer from S3E14, turns out to be far more dangerous then Beckett and Castle ever could have imagined. In the end though, the biggest danger to Kate... is herself. Oz just brings out the worst in her, but it was always there, lurking beneath the surface.

Themes: Mind Break, Breeding, Dom/Sub

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"Get us some drinks, Castle."

"Yeah, drinks... on it."

It doesn't take Kate long to put eyes on the suspect. But then, she is Detective Kate Beckett, all around badass and femme fatale. It wasn't every female detective that had a writer follow them around for years and use them as inspiration for his spy novels, after all. Perhaps Kate was getting a little too overconfident, a little too arrogant... but she didn't know that. Nor did she realize she was about to meet her match.

Dancing her way over to the suspect, a man named Marvin 'Oz' Osminkowski, a known drug dealer, Kate keeps her eyes on the prize... which is why she doesn't see or hear when Oz's men come up behind Rick at the bar and stick guns in his back. She doesn't even notice as her partner, as the man she's come to like and perhaps even start to have feelings for, is taken away at gunpoint.

She's too busy getting the job done... and of course, being stymied by the absolutely massive, hulking bruiser that Oz has as his personal bodyguard. As the big man stands in her way, Kate knows she could take him down. After all, she's a certifiable badass. Size isn't an issue, if she needed to break this giant, she has her ways.

... But that won't get her what she wants, so the femme fatale plasters a vapid smile on her face and giggles like she's some sort of party girl, rather than the hardcore decorated detective that she is.

"Oh c'mon... you have to let me see him~"

As the bodyguard turns to glance back at Oz, who in turn looks over, Kate leans around him to make sure that the drug dealer has the best view of her rocking bod, made all the more rocking by the dress she's got on, that he possibly can. She grins and bats her eyelashes and waves, the whole nine yards... but then to be fair, if you've got it, you flaunt it right?

Oz just smirks and jerks his head upwards in a nod that gets the big man out of her way and Kate over to his side. As she sits down on the couch, the beautiful detective places a hand on Oz's thigh immediately, planning on tricking him into exposing some of his criminal misdeeds. Him admitting having some sort of illegal substance on him would do the trick quite nicely in fact, so she'll work that angle. If she can arrest him for possession of drugs, she can get him in to the station and interrogate him about the murder case that she's currently working, that HE'S currently a suspect on.

However, before Kate can say a word, Oz is the one who leans in and flips her whole world upside down as he whispers into her ear.

"How forward of you, Detective Beckett. But before you do or say anything... why don't you make sure you still have eyes on your partner?"

Kate stiffens at his sinister undertone, the ominous words causing her eyes to flicker over to the bar immediately. She doesn't see Castle there though, doesn't see him anywhere in fact. But it is a crowded club, so Kate stands up, eyes still searching. Oz stands as well and places a hand on the small of her back that she'd dearly love to remove with violence. However, he's once again murmuring in her ear, and Kate can do nothing but listen.

"I have Richard Castle, Detective. If you don't do exactly what I say, then you'll never see him again. Got it?"

She wishes she had the foresight to wear a wire, but she'd mistakenly believed she would get this man on possession, not for any sort of confession made in the middle of a crowded, noisy nightclub. Now though, now it seemed like he had HER dead to rights... and for a moment, the certifiable badass and gorgeous femme fatale that Kate is... falters.

"... What do you want?"

She got Castle into this mess. He's her responsibility. She won't let him die because of her own stupidity, because she underestimated a perp. So, when Oz uses his hand on the small of her back to turn her towards a set of doors marked VIP, Kate can do nothing but follow along with the unspoken command. She almost hopes that she's being taken to Castle, so that she has a better chance of getting them both out of here... but no, the room that she's led into is completely empty, a VIP lounge that she's now trapped with Oz in.

Making his way over to the bar, the drug dealer pours two glasses and then, not even being subtle about it, slips something into both. The look on her face probably says it all when he walks back over and offers one of the glasses to her, because Oz just grins wickedly, even as he continues to hold out the glass.

"Just a pick-me-up, Detective. Drink."

Reminded once again that he has her by the proverbial short hairs and needing to make sure Castle makes it out of this alive, Kate takes the drink and quickly swallows it down, grimacing only slightly as the hard liquor burns down the back of her throat. By the time she's done, Oz is already seated on one of the lounge couches, merely sipping his drink rather than downing it too quickly. When Kate moves to join him however, he lifts a hand and stops her.

"No, no. You stay right there... I want a bit of a show first, Detective. Let's see that sexy, slutty body of yours. Slowly."

Of course, he's going to make her do this. Kate grimaces even harder, having a fairly good idea of what a bastard like Oz would want from a beautiful woman like her. Knowing his history, she's all too aware that he gets off on humiliating and tearing down strong women, whether they're strong because they're wealthy, or strong because of their position.

To make matters worse, Oz reaches over and presses a button behind the couch, and a second later, the bumping club music from outside is filtering into the VIP lounge as well, giving her a beat to dance to... to strip to. But all the same, she has to save Castle, so of course Kate does as she's told. It's not like she wants this or anything... right?

Except, a part of her is secretly enjoying this. It's an exceedingly small part of the woman who is Detective Kate Beckett. It's a holdover from her days before she became an officer of the law, when she was still in college, when she was still young. Kate Beckett had a past as something of a party girl, back in those days. She'd done things she regretted, things that she had in turn done her best to forget.

This though, slowly beginning to bump and grind to the music, slowly beginning to strip out of the sexy, skimpy dress she's got on... it's bringing her right back to those days. Despite herself, Kate is getting just a little wet. And no, it's not the drugs that Oz made her take, though she's half-ready to blame them. He'd been honest with her, those really were just uppers, and all they would ultimately do for the two of them was keep them going all night long...

But Kate doesn't know that yet. All she knows is that her blood is pounding in her ears, as she flicks her dress off to the side, her body going through the motions. Muscle memory is a hard thing to get rid of, and Party Girl Kate had gotten drunk at more than enough parties to have a lot of muscle memory when it comes to getting wild and stripping down to her underwear.

Just like she's done now, exposing her matching set of black silk underthings to Oz's appreciative gaze, the drug dealer's smirk rather wicked and his eyebrows raised as he nods in approval at the sight of her. But they both know she's not done yet, so Kate keeps going, reaching back to undo her bra, even as he face burns with humiliation. She unslings the undergarment from her arms and tosses it to the side, exposing her flushed tits and trying to ignore how the open air is making her nipples rock hard. It's definitely the air doing it. Kate refuses to believe that she's... that she's enjoying this humiliating exposure.

Deep in denial, the gorgeous detective moves her thumbs to the waistband of her silken black panties next, hooking them in and finally sliding them down her legs. She doesn't make as much of a show of it at the end, mostly just wanting to get it over with. Her panties stick a little to her crotch, her pussy having gotten a little wet while she was stripping. But Kate ignores that, and glares daggers at Oz as she does her best to cover herself up with her hands.

"Oh, come on now? Do you really think I'd have you strip down just to not get a good view of the goods? Hands behind your head, Detective. Legs spread."

Not having a choice now that he's made it an order, Kate grits her teeth and does her best to ignore how much his commands are turning her on. The party girl buried deep in her psyche is trying to rear its ugly head, but the Detective won't let it. She's a strong, independent woman now, and she refuses to revert to that... to that bimbo she once was.

"Good... very good. I like what I see, Detective. In fact, I like it so much that I'll let your partner live... for now. Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here, won't you?"

Blushing profusely, eyes narrowed in anger even as she tries to swallow the arousal threatening to build within her, Kate does as she's told. Dropping to her hands and knees, the gorgeous femme fatale does her best not to sway her hips overly much or anything like that, but it's all but impossible, given how a woman's bone structure is designed, to keep it from happening at least a little. Oz just wolf whistles at her, a big wide grin on his face as she finally arrives between his legs. Then, he unzips his pants and in one smooth motion pulls out his dick and lets it flop onto Kate's upturned face.

The detective's eyes go wide at that, as she's confronted with the biggest cock she's ever seen. Oz's member is truly magnificent, fat and thick and with a heady musk that leaves her a little dazed and a little confused. It's into this confusion that the party girl buried deep inside of Kate strikes, seizing on the opportunity provided by her more serious self's lapse to take momentary control. Her tongue traces out almost unconsciously, and she laps at the underside of Oz's cock for a moment.

His responsive groan is enough for Kate to come back to herself though, her tongue hastily retreating back into her mouth as she tries and fails not to breathe in more of the heady musk filling her nostrils now. A bastard like Oz has no right smelling this good. Nor does he have any right to such a big, fat, scrumptious-looking phallus either. It's just not... fair.

"Suck it, bitch."

And there it is. Kate knew that sexual acts were on the table, she'd known from the moment he ordered her to do the striptease and forcing her to crawl over to him naked had merely sealed that certainty in her mind. But all the same, knowing is different from actually being face to face with it. Or rather, in her case, face-to-cock. Still, it's not like she has a choice, right? This is all for Castle's sake. The writer's life is on the line, and it's all her fault.Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

But now, beleaguered and overly pleasured for hours and hours on end, Kate is in no state of mind to do anything but submit. Her badge, her job as a detective... it's all that the gorgeous femme fatale has left of her fractured persona at this point. So, while it's probably very wrong of her to do, Kate is willing to corrupt and defile that job before she'd ever be willing to lose it.

Chuckling darkly, clearly knowing he has her right where he wants her, Oz doesn't stop fucking Kate even for a second, even as he explains their new... relationship to the poor detective.

"You're my bitch now, of course. My personal bitch, on call whenever I decide I want some of your fine-ass body for myself. You'll come when I call, and you'll make sure I'm fully satisfied before I let you leave. Don't worry, Castle will be free to go... because I think we both know you're not tightening up your delicious cunt around my cock right now for HIM anymore. You're doing it because you're mine, cunt, and you want it. You want me to cum inside of you."

Even though she knows how wrong it is... his words, combined with his massive schlong stretching her wide around his girth do the trick. Her body is loving his attention, and she orgasms around his cock as a result, whimpering as he in turn ejaculates again inside of her. She cums so hard and so long that final orgasm that she very nearly passes out. She very much does collapse forward onto the table when he pulls out of her and abruptly lets go of her hips.

As Kate lays there atop the table, cum dripping out of her well-fucked twat, pride and dignity irrevocably destroyed, Oz takes out a burner phone and slides it across the table's surface until it hits her right on the bridge of her nose, between the eyes.

"That's for you, bitch. Keep it close, and whenever I summon you, you'd better coming calling... pet."

A shudder runs through Kate's body, and she averts her gaze as the drug dealer walks away, whistling to himself. This... wasn't how she planned for this case to go at all. Hell, she still doesn't even know if Oz killed the man she's trying to find justice for or not. Not that it matters anymore... Kate is no longer capable of viewing the drug dealer with any sort of objectivity.

She can't give him what he wants... but she has to. Swallowing thickly, Kate slowly gets up off of the table and moves to gather her clothing, putting on her underwear and her dress as she bites her lower lip, thinking as hard as she can about how to get out of this. The recordings, the tapes... she'll have to find a way to get ahold of them, to erase any copies. Only... o-only then will she be free.

Until that time, she'll have to be his p-pet... there's no other choice, really. She'll p-pretend to submit, for now... she'll definitely break free eventually... definitely.

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Oz lets out a pleased sigh as he leans back in the chair, only to look down and watch as his pet detective slobbers all over his cock, bobbing up and down his length as she pleases her new Master with a blowjob. Not that she's calling him Master yet, but she does call him Sir, so he's confident that they'll get there soon enough.

After all, it's only been a couple of months since the... incident. Where the overconfident and downright arrogant Detective Beckett had thrown herself into his clutches, and Oz had happily taken advantage of her idiocy to do as he liked with the bitch. Of course, not even he'd expected she would be a cock-hungry whore eager for domination at first.

Now though, several weeks later, she's been at his beck and call for at least part of every single day and practically all night every night. He's fucked her in every position he knows, including some that she didn't until he'd taught them to her. Oz is well aware that this in turn has caused a rift to form between Kate and that author. So far, Castle had been holding his silence over what had happened that night in the club.

From what his pet bitch had told him, Kate had basically told Castle that Oz wasn't guilty... and to be fair, once he finally got around to asking why the fuck Beckett was even looking into him on their second night together, Oz had been able to confirm it was even true. As much fun as he'd had with Nicole Hixton, both sexually and financially as he'd drained her of her family's lottery winnings, Oz had nothing to do with Jay Hixton's death.

He HAD firebombed the Page brothers' place when Jay set Ty and Greg on him for leading Jay's little girl astray, but that was just a teaching moment of sorts, a lesson that the brothers had learned quite effectively. As far as Jay Hixton himself was concerned, Oz had an alibi. This had allowed for Kate to continue the investigation, and she'd ultimately made it to the end of the rainbow, discovering that it was Jay's neighbor's nephew who'd actually done the deed, and by accident at that!

Honestly, it was altogether laughable, made even funnier by the simple fact that Kate had ultimately brought this all upon herself, and he wasn't even the actual murderer. Still, allowing her to finish the Jay Hixton case had at the very least allowed her to keep her job with the police department. Something that Oz fully intended to take full advantage of, going forward.

"Alright, that's enough pet. Get up here on my lap and ride me, you slutty little bitch."

Popping off of his cock, Kate keeps her eyes on the ground as she gives him an answer in the affirmative.

"Y-Yes sir..."

Climbing aboard, she impales herself on his cock, riding him cowgirl. Unlike that first night, Oz doesn't have to do a thing. Kate does all the work, bouncing up and down on his massive erection like the whore he's turned her into. Grinning, the drug dealer merely rests his hands on her hips for the moment and leans back to admire his new pet. He's had Kate pierce her nipples and belly button now, and though he can't see it at the moment, he's also had his name, 'Oz', tattooed on her plump ass, denoting his ownership of her.

She's all his, and they both know it. Oz is fully aware of Kate's plan to try and get at the recordings and video tapes of their spectacular night together. But it's been a couple of weeks since she's even tried, and Oz knows that she's breaking down, that she won't fight him much longer. As she rides him, he leans forward and begins sucking on Kate's tits, slurping away as he gropes and squeezes them, much to her moaning pleasure.

Imagine Oz's surprise, however, when he tastes sweet breast milk on his lips. His eyebrows climb and he grins as he drinks from her chest quite greedily, with Kate whimpering and squirming on his lap the whole while as the pleasure builds and builds for her. He has to thrust up into her from below more than once to remind her to keep riding him, but in the end he drinks his feel, even as Kate's twat clenches and squeezes down on his massive cock in orgasmic bliss.

Leaning back again, Oz looks at his pet detective a bit more closely, noticing that not only has her chest grown in size in these past two months, but her rock-hard abs are gone as well, and the beginnings of what might either be flab or a baby bump are presenting themselves. Before he can ask the obvious, Kate breaks in, blushing furiously.

"I-I'm pregnant!"

Oz lifts a brow at that as he looks his cunt in the eye, silently waiting for her to expand on that. Flushed with shame and embarrassment, Kate whimpers as she clings to his shoulders, all while her sopping wet cunt clings to his cock.

"Y-You knocked me up... I haven't been with a man besides you in months... you've bred me with your b-big fat cock, sir..."

Oz grins wickedly at that, running his hands along Kate's body. He remains silent even then though, recognizing that if he lets her, she'll keep speaking. This right here, he realizes, is her final breaking.

"I-I've tried to fight it... I've tried to hold back my true nature... b-but I can't. I want... you're just so big, and in control, and s-strong willed... I'm nothing before you, s-sir... I want to be your pet full time, b-but I think being your girl on the inside will be better f-for you... I'll stay a cop so that you can make best use of me... j-just please keep on fucking me, alright?"

Yeah, she's broken. Chuckling, Oz doesn't answer with words right away. Instead, he pulls his pet detective in close and kisses her soundly on the lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth and dominating her even as he thrusts up into her from below. He fucks her hard and fast for the next several minutes, until Kate's eyes are crossed and she's squealing into his mouth as she cums all over his fat cock. In turn, Oz also cums, the drug dealer pumping his seed up into his already-pregnant cop bitch.

As they cum together, Oz pulls back and looks Kate in the eye.

"You're mine now bitch... now and forever."

Shuddering, Kate knows he's right. There's no going back now, not after such a shameful confession. It's not even a matter of Party Girl Kate and Detective Beckett anymore... over the last two months, as he used and abused her day after day, as she'd discovered that he wasn't even the killer and she'd thrown it all away for nothing... those two sides of her psyche had effectively broken down and merged together.

She was just Kate now, Oz's bitch and baby mama. She can't beat him... she never could. So, she'll have to be happy with being his cum dump incubator for as long as he wants, just like a good baby mama should be.

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