Cobra
The Vigilante Series
Volume One
By
Nicholas Bella
First Edition
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidences either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real in any way. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2020 by Nicholas Bella
Edited by Heidi Ryan
Photographed models by Wander Aguiar Photography
Published by Dark Desires Publishing LLC
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Cobra: The Vigilante Series
Episodes in Order
Vol. 1
Origins
Noble
Unlawful
Vol. 2
Injustice
Vulnerable
Exposed
Vol. 3
Gamble
(Coming Soon in Vol. 3)
Special Note:
This book is part of an ongoing serial. In order to get the full experience of the story and characters, I would suggest you read the books in order, starting with Volume One. Trust me, you don’t want to miss out on anything! You can find out the order of Cobra: The Vigilante Series on my website: http://www.nicholasbella.com
Warning: Scenes depicted in this series and in this book in particular may be too graphic for sensitive readers. All characters featured in sexual situations in this novel are adults, 18 or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This series is highly erotic, violent, dark, and twisted. Prepare yourself.
CHAPTER ONE
Origins
I was sitting in the back of a limousine with this asshole in an expensive suit kissing my neck and groping my tits, which I hated. Mainly, because I hated having tits. As the macho man and power top asskicker that I was, I loathed having to transform into a woman to complete a mission. But my target was straight and I needed to get personal with him in order to get access to his laptop, which was located at the hotel he was staying at. Unfortunately, my contractor didn’t give me that location or any time to do reconnaissance. So here I was, trying to implement my last minute plan to seduce and infiltrate. I hated working under those conditions.
“God, you’re fucking sexy as hell, you know that?” he asked as he grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me in for another sloppy, wet kiss. I held my breath, because his breath smelled like fucking garlic and onions, and believe you me, that was the least offensive thing about him. There was just something about his personality that rubbed me the wrong way. Some people have that “I’m a son-of-a-bitch-extraordinaire” vibe to them.
“We should wait until we get back to your hotel,” I said, hoping to buy myself some time. We had just climbed into the damn car and he was already all over me. I made sure that I was wearing the right outfit so that he’d take the bait. And take it, he did. Never knew a straight man who could resist a great tits and ass combination. He wasn’t my type, not in the least; and even if he was, I couldn’t get comfortable making out with a hot dude while I looked like a woman.
“Why wait?” Mr. Henley asked me as he slid his hand between my thighs.
“Because I don’t want to do it in front of them.” I nodded at his bodyguards, who were no doubt enjoying the show, if the one guard groping his hard cock was any clue.
“They like to watch and I like to put on shows. Now let Daddy take care of you. I bet you’re a real naughty girl, aren’t you?” he asked. “Daddy is going to christen this hot body of yours with my hot piss when we get back to the hotel.”
I swear, I almost puked on him. Golden showers were not something I indulged in. But I had agreed to do whatever he wanted in order to get into his car. But if he thought calling himself Daddy made me his little girl, he had another fucking thing coming. I never went for that Daddy shit. My real dad was a deadbeat son of a whore…literally, that wasn’t an insult. Grandma was a whore and so was my mom. That was how he met my mom. I didn’t knock her for it. She made an honest living out of it. But we had a hard life, especially since he abandoned my mom and me while I was still in the womb, so fuck him.
Let’s just say Daddy kink didn’t turn me on, but I played along by talking the talk for the sake of completing my mission. It wasn’t going to be easy though, not with the slimy bastard thinking he was entitled to the role. I looked up at his two bodyguards; each one was wearing a smirk on his face. I guess they were very used to their boss letting loose in front of them. Made me wonder what else they did together.
“Yeah, Daddy is going to bend you over my knee and spank that fine ass of yours good until it’s as red as a strawberry,” Mr. Henley stated with a lecherous smile. He slid his hand up my thigh and I felt his fingers graze my twat, and that was when I reached down and grabbed his wrist, stopping him from going any further.
“I don’t feel comfortable w—”
He grabbed me by my chin with his other hand, cutting my protest off. “I’m paying your stupid whore ass good money to do exactly what I say. Don’t act shy now, bitch.”
Technically, he hadn’t paid me yet… but I gave him some random amount for the night because it didn’t matter. I was with him for one thing only… what my employer was paying me for.
“So, where’s your hotel?” I asked nicely. It was the second time I had asked since I’d met him in the lounge. He was being tight-lipped for some reason.
“Stop asking me about the fucking hotel!” he snapped. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get there soon. For now, I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours,” he growled, then he tried to force his hand between my legs, but my grip on his wrist didn’t budge, which seemed to frustrate him. “You’re strong for a sweet thing.”
“I work out,” I responded.
“Yeah, I bet.”
“I’m very flexible, wanna find out just how much?”
“Yeah, baby. Give me a treat,” he said, though he didn’t pull his hand away from between my legs.
Okay, that did it. I was about to ruin their fucking plans. I didn’t want to do this the hard way, but they weren’t giving me a choice. I wasn’t going to kill him, not that I would have minded, but my contractor hadn’t hired me for a murder job. They had been very specific about that. I slipped my arms around his shoulders and reared my head back, slamming my forehead against his, knocking him unconscious instantly. I felt the pain of that blow on my own forehead, but it faded quickly. His bodyguards took a split second to get their shit together once they realized their boss wasn’t going to get lucky. They leaped over toward me, hands out to restrain me, but I dodged them, letting the first guard fall into the empty spot where I had been sitting. I punched his partner with a nice left hook, knocking him out. He fell hard against the bar then landed on the floor. The other guard pulled out a 9mm, aiming it at me, fully cocked.
“Don’t fucking move, bitch,” he snarled.
I tsked. “Now, watch your mouth. Didn’t your mother ever tell you to treat a lady with respect?”
“You ain’t no fucking lady.”
Okay, so he had me there.
“As a matter of fact, my mom told me not to trust sneaky cunts like you. Now, you’re going to tell me who you work for,” he demanded, keeping his gun trained on
me. I didn’t really care about getting shot… the bullet wouldn’t kill me. It would hurt, but it would never penetrate my skin. However, I needed to keep their boss alive if I was going to get what I had come for, so that meant I needed to reel it back, waaay back. Best I played it smooth from here on, since I thought I may have played my hand a little too soon. I just couldn’t tolerate having to sex it up with a dude while I was in a female form, but I’d almost blown my mission with that stunt. Shit.
“Bitch, tell me now or I’ll shoot you in your fucking pussy,” he threatened.
I know I had no intentions of killing anyone, but that dude was kind of asking for it. “I don’t work for anyone, I just got tired of your disgusting boss pawing all over me.”
He sneered. “Is that so? What? A dirty whore like you thinks you’re too good for a rich business man like my boss?”
“Yes,” I said with a straight face. Hey, my mom was a proud whore and never even once brought a john home in front of me.
“We’re going to go back to the hotel and have some real fun, the four of us. Best believe me, bitch, you’re going to tell me who you’re working for.”
Out of the powers that I did have, I wished mind control was one of them. It would have made my life so much easier. “Fine. I’ll tell you if you lower your gun.”
“Fuck that. You’ll tell me or I’ll put a bullet in one of your tits, how about that?”
“Well, I suppose it’s a better target than my pussy.”
“Oh, you’ve got jokes. I want to see how funny you think you are when I’m ramming a hot poker up your cunt.”
Now, that was just uncalled for. “Then shoot me,” I challenged. I prepared myself for the scenario in case he took me up on it.
He huffed. “Not until I get the information I want.”
Okay, I was still on the original plan route. Mission salvaged.
He nudged his partner with his foot, trying to wake him up, but he kept his eyes on me. I could have charged him, but I might have ended up getting shot in the process. I hated getting shot. Shit hurt like a motherfucker, like taking a bullet while wearing a bullet proof vest. Perhaps I would let them take me to their hotel and then I would let loose on their asses. It was my plan to begin with before their boss got too personal with his hands.
I sat back, crossing my legs in an attempt to look as unthreatening as possible. As far as they knew, I was just some little sexy vixen with a hard head and a nice left hook. They had no idea that I was a man with the ability to change my appearance. I also had super strength, invincible skin, and super-fast healing abilities. I’d used these abilities to right the wrongs for people who couldn’t do it for themselves…for a price. A motherfucker had to eat, damn it.
Jordan had tried on several occasions to try to put me on the path of people like Crimson Fury. But that noble superhero bullshit wasn’t for me. I wasn’t going to be your friendly neighborhood anything. Oh yeah, we had real life superheroes in the world. I wasn’t the only one with extraordinary abilities. How many of us were out there, I had no idea, and I didn’t give a shit.
The bodyguard on the ground stirred, then finally started to come to. He groaned and rubbed his sore jaw.
“About time you woke the fuck up,” his partner said.
The one I’d knocked out looked up at me. “You’re tougher than you look, that’s for sure.”
I gave him a sweet smile. “Maybe your jaw is weaker than you thought.”
He snorted and climbed back onto the seat next to me. “I’m going to have a fun time getting to know you better.”
“You’re going to have to take a number,” I remarked.
He laughed. “Spunky, I like that. You’re going to tell me everything we need to know about you.”
“How do you know your partner didn’t already bleed me for info?” I asked, playing coy.
“Because you’re still alive, that’s why. See, we’re going to get your sweet ass back to our hotel where all of our toys are. By the time we’re done with you, there won’t be enough of you left to fill a Ziploc sandwich bag. I’m going to slice and dice your ass like a julienne salad.”
I turned to face him. “You say such sexy things.”
He punched me hard enough that I felt the slight sting of his blow. I grunted a little louder than I needed to and played it off like it hurt worse than it did to keep up appearances.
“That’s for earlier, bitch,” he growled.
The limousine pulled to a stop in front of what I assumed was the hotel.
“Wake the boss up,” the one with the gun told the other goon.
The bodyguard that had just right hooked me maneuvered his way past me towards his boss and began to wake him up. It took a few seconds, but their boss started to moan as he regained consciousness. He sat up slowly, rubbing his forehead where there was a slight bruise forming.
“Fucking bitch knocked me out cold,” he grumbled as the door opened and the driver stood by, waiting for us to exit.
“We got her ass under control, Boss,” the guard with the gun said as he lowered it.
“Not quite,” Mr. Henley added. “Oliver, left pocket.”
The guard who punched me reached into his boss’ left pocket, pulling out a vial.
“Make her ass swallow that. I don’t want her making a scene,” Mr. Henley instructed.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Just a little something to calm you down and make you play nice,” Mr. Henley stated.
I guessed that son of a bitch was planning on using that on me if I wasn’t compliant sexually. I couldn’t let that happen. I needed all of my faculties, but they wouldn’t trust me not to try to break free once we left the limousine. Drugs didn’t stay in my system long because of my super healing, but I didn’t like the idea of being under the influence of some mysterious bullshit ass drug nonetheless. It was probably GHB or RubyBlue. Both would leave me a little out of it for a short while.
“I won’t cause a scene,” I said, hoping to convince them drugging me was unnecessary.
“I’m not taking any chances with you,” Oliver said as he grabbed my chin. I let him force my mouth open and pour the contents of the bottle down my throat. Ahhhh, the risks I took for the cash I was owed.
As I felt the sensation of the drug working its way into my system, a part of me was thinking maybe I should have just let the motherfucker eat me out. Would have caused me less of a headache. I was grabbed by my arms and pulled from the car, but once I was outside with the cool breeze blowing against my skin, some of the effects of the drug started to fade. Still, my legs weren’t my own even though I seemed to be walking with them of my own volition. Yeah, that had been good shit they had given me. I wondered just how many women that sleaze bag drugged in order to get them into bed.
Once we were in the elevator, that asshole started sliding his hands between my legs as he grinned in my face. “You’re going to give me this pussy now, ain’t cha? All of that fight is out of you. And after I’m done using you, I’m going to let my boys have their way with you. How do you like that, you fucking slut?”
“Y—you’re… you’re going… to…re—regret…” I lost my train of thought.
“No, baby, you’re the one that’s going to regret fucking with me,” Mr. Henley sneered.
The doors opened, and as I walked toward their hotel room with its double doors, a little bit more of the drug started to leave my system. They opened the door and took me into the bedroom, tossing me on the bed. My clothes were cut and ripped from my body and I allowed them to do that even as I started to feel more like myself. I needed them to think they were in full control.
“Leave us,” Mr. Henley ordered. “I’ll call you boys when I’m done.”
“Yes, Boss,” they said, then left.
I watched as the scumbag started undoing his tie. He removed his jacket, shirt, and pants, revealing a slim but out of shape physique.
“How are you feeling over there? You’re looking
kind of sweaty, but I don’t mind that.” He smiled as he removed his underwear. His cock was a nice size. I was actually expecting it to be smaller. Regardless, I would be damned if he was putting that thing inside of me. “I gave you the good shit. A vial of that will have a bitch like you out of commission for a few hours.”
I moaned a little as the last effects of the drug left my body through my pores.
“Time to have some fun with you. I’ve been waiting to fuck that pretty pussy of yours since you walked into the lounge, and I won’t be denied. Unfortunately, I will have to file a complaint with the agency about how disrespectful you’ve been,” he taunted. “But only after me and my boys are done fucking you. You’re going to tell us who you work for, cause you ain’t no whore. But I’m going to treat you like one right now.”
He climbed on top of me and I locked my legs around his waist, taking him by surprise.
“Guar—”
I slapped my hand over his mouth, cutting off his call for help. His eyes were bulging from their sockets as his mind struggled to comprehend why the drug he had given me wasn’t working. He was afraid and that was just how I wanted him.
“I could crush you like a fucking grape right now and not think twice about it. I suggest you don’t make any sudden movements or loud noises, understand?” I warned him.
He nodded. The fear and confusion in his expression let me know I had him right where I wanted him. He was a coward, nothing special, and with his guards in a different room, he felt vulnerable.
“Good. Now, you’re going to tell me where I can find your laptop and you’re going to give me your password. If not, I can make this very painful for you.” I squeezed my thighs around him and he cried out in pain as his bones ground together. The sound of his wails were nicely muffled by my hand. “Now, are you going to play nice?”
He nodded.
“First question. Where’s your laptop?” I asked, then I removed my hand from his mouth.
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