by Becca Little
“You son of a bitch.” Charles spat angrily as he spoke. “I’ll have you arrested! You’re going to jail!”
“You’ll be my cellmate then.” I slid the top of the gun and put a bullet in the chamber. “Or, I could just kill you right now and make sure I serve real time.”
“What?” Charles’ tone went from angry to nervous. “Come on, Sloane. You’re not going to kill me…”
“Why? You tried to kill Bradford International. You tried to destroy the Bradford name. Why shouldn’t I just show the world that everything you said was true and the Bradfords really are just a bunch of crazy mother fuckers?” I held the gun to his skull. “You started this; I’m just ending it.”
“Please! I’m sorry, Sloane. Okay, I fucked up. Come on man. We’re family!” Charles pulled back from the gun as far as he could from the position he was in.
“You’re right.” I pulled the gun away from his face and handed it to one of the Army veterans. “I should kill you with my bare hands.” I turned towards him and punched him square in the nose, feeling it shatter underneath my fist.
“Oh fuck!” Charles fell forward and blood ran down his face. The Army veteran behind him grabbed him by the collar and pulled his head back. “Okay, maybe I deserve that…”
“No, this is what you deserve.” I walked towards the group of women who were looking on with horrified stares. “Do all of you know who I am?”
Several of them nodded, some of them started whispering, but the consensus confirmed they knew me.
“What happened to you inside this Institute was my fault. I didn’t take the precautions necessary to protect you when I started financing it. Unfortunately, I can’t put an end to it without your help. I need all of you to go on record and give this reporter a statement.” I pointed to Ginnifer who walked closer. “I want you to tell the truth. If you did something that you wanted to do, then tell her that. If someone forced you to do something you didn’t want to do, tell her that as well. Once you’ve given your statement, you can get on one of those buses. Every single one of you is going home today. None of you will be required to go to prison to serve the rest of your sentence.”
“You can’t do that!” Charles started to stand.
“Yes, I can.” I turned back towards him as Ginnifer walked into the crowd of women and started taking statements. “How many of your powerful politician friends are going to be willing to stick up for you when their name in on the front page with the truth in black and white? How many marriages are going to be ruined by what you allowed to happen here? Just how many of those women do you think are going to say they gave themselves willingly to your fucking guards.”
“It doesn’t mean you can set them free! They’re prisoners!” He shook his head angrily.
“See, that’s where you are wrong. I happen to know that one of the men who has been taking advantage of your fucking brothel, is the governor. I didn’t recognize him at first, but once I saw one of his billboards, I realized who it was. You’ve seen those right? The ones with his whole family? The father of four, married to a beautiful fitness model with a lifetime membership to the Church of something-something-Jesus? The guy who talks about a return to old-fashioned family values. I think a few pardons will be a much better option than having his name attached to what you’ve been doing here.” I folded my arms and looked down at Charles.
“Fuck…” He looked down at the ground and I knew he had been defeated. The Bradford civil war was over and I was the last man standing.
***
It took several days for the story to circulate and the stories to start making headlines. Ginnifer’s name was attached to every breaking story and every exclusive interview was routed through her news outlet. The public outcry was immediate. Ginnifer and I sat down the day after we rescued the women at the Bradford Institute and figured out which assigned Daddies we were going to pardon and which ones were going to go down in flames. It only took one call to the governor for him to see things from my point of view, and after the first story broke, he went on national television and condoned the things that went on there. He agreed to pardon all the women to erase the black mark the Bradford Institute had left on the state. He had done his duty, so he gained a pardon from us as well. The young woman he was assigned to made it no secret that she did what she did willingly—she wanted to see him again and keep going since she was out of the Bradford Institute. Her bank account was going to gain a healthy number of zeroes for her silence, but that was between her and the governor.
“So, what about this guy? Congressman Chambers?” Ginnifer pushed over the interview with the young woman he was assigned to rehabilitate.
“Fuck him…” I shook my head, remembering my encounter with him at the Bradford Institute.
“Okay, we’ll break his story tomorrow and ruin his life…” Ginnifer took a deep breath and reached for the glass of whiskey I had poured for her.
“It isn’t about ruining his life.” I picked up my glass. “It is about accountability. There are a lot of good stories here of women who truly were rehabilitated.”
“There’s one story we don’t have…” Ginnifer tapped her papers. “Bianca Adams. Where is she at, Sloane?”
“She’s fine. The District Attorney dropped the charges and the judge agreed to throw out her conviction. There was a technicality or something…” I shrugged.
“Yeah, but that isn’t what I asked. Her family doesn’t know where she is. Her friend, who was eager to talk to me at one point, suddenly won’t take my calls. Why do I feel like there is more to this story than all of the ones I have already gathered?” She leaned back and narrowed her eyes at me. “Is she the reason you’ve been spending so much time away from the office?”
“Don’t go digging for a story that isn’t there. When the time is right, you’ll get the exclusive.” I smiled and sipped my whiskey. “She’s fine though. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“Oh, I see.” She nodded and looked back at the paperwork. “Fine. After what you’ve done for me, I won’t run another negative article about you anyway.”
“I want you to run the truth.” I put my glass back on the desk. “Good or bad. I just don’t want you to run another piece of shit article fueled by speculation. Trust me, you’ll get an interview with Bianca Adams at some point.”
“I trust you, Sloane. If you weren’t a good man, you wouldn’t have put so much in jeopardy to rescue those women.” She flipped over another piece of paper. “Senator Abernathy…”
“He’s one of the good ones.” I read the interview from the young woman he was assigned to. “It looks like he followed the rules.”
Chapter 27 — Bianca
My heart ached for Sloane when he was away. The house was lonely without him and even lonelier without Ms. Veronica. His injuries were healing well, but we still hadn’t consummated our relationship with the loss of my virginity. When he got home, he was usually exhausted and I took his mind off things with my eager mouth. I really did love going down on him, even if it wasn’t all that I wanted. I knew our situation was a temporary respite from my rehabilitation and I wasn’t sure how that would work once he was well enough to continue it. I didn’t want to be returned to my room where I had to spend my days alone and I certainly didn’t want to stop sleeping in his bed at night. Being in his arms as we drifted off to sleep after mutually pleasuring each other was the most amazing feeling in the world. I heard his helicopter overhead and I jumped off the couch.
“I’ve missed you.” I ran over and jumped into his arms the second he arrived home.
“Careful, my ribs.” He caught me and winced, but he still smiled and locked his lips with mine as the helicopter started to take off.
“Your ribs seem fine.” I dropped to the floor and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“They’re better.” He nodded and squeezed my breasts. “I’ll be able to get back to your rehabilitation by the weekend.”
“I want something else.�
� I reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants. “We can take it slow…I want to feel you inside of me.”
“I’m well enough not to take things that slow…” He started to pull off my dress.
It was happening. I was finally going to lose my virginity to the man I had fallen head over heels for. We kissed out way up the stairs, taking one step, removing a piece of clothing, kissing, and then moving up another step. Our tongues circled as our passion erupted. I knew exactly what I wanted and I couldn’t wait to be his in every way. When we got to the top of the stairs, we were both completely naked and moving against one another with the fury of our desires. He picked me up and walked the rest of the way towards the bedroom. His injuries were better than they were the first day, because he gently put me down on the bed, kissing my legs as he crawled between them. His lips moved up my thighs and I looked down at him with an eagerness in my eyes.
“I need to make sure you’re nice and wet for this…” He let his tongue drift across my thighs.
“Oh, I am, trust me.” I nodded as I felt a fire in my pussy.
“That’s not good enough…” He kisses moved to my abdomen and then started moving lower.
His tongue danced across my flesh and everywhere it touched started to sizzle with the anticipation of what was to follow. I had never felt a tongue on my pussy before and judging by the way it made the tender, sensitize areas around it surge with excitement, I was sure it was going to be explosive. I started to squirm as his tongue moved down the outside of my labia and he held my legs tightly in his grasp to prevent me from moving away. It was like being tortured and pleasured at the same time. I moved my hips as much as I could in his grasp and his tongue made circles on the delicate skin next to my pussy. He made those torturous circles down to the bottom of my pussy and then started up the opposite side. I felt overwhelmed with the torment he was putting me through. His tongue was close enough to tease, but too far away to give me the pleasure my body was craving more and more as each circle was formed.
“I want you so bad…” I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair, trying to guide him towards my wetness.
“Patience…” He said softly before extending his tongue again.
His tongue seemed to slow down—almost like he was punishing me for wanting it as badly as I did. I let out a groan of frustration as my body continued to ignite with the fury of my desire. I reached down with my hand, so desperate for pleasure that I was willing to do it myself if he was just going to torture me. He slapped my hand and pushed it away before I could even get near my clitoris. My frustration continued to grow. He moved his tongue down the side, moving just a little closer to the point I thought he was going to let it touch my pussy, but he never did. The feeling just dangled above the bliss I craved. I felt his tongue get close to my clitoris as he moved up the other side and he slid it down the flap of skin covering my bundle of nerves, but then moved away before it touched the most sensitive spot. I let out another frustrated sigh as he moved away from it, drifting down the side of my labia.
“Maybe I should subject you to an hour of this every day as a part of your rehabilitation.” He pulled his tongue away and grinned at me as I looked down at him.
“I think I’d rather just get an hour long spanking.” I sneered at him with a jovial grin.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He moved so close to my pussy I could feel his breath on my clitoris.
I hoped he would never seriously consider either option, but my mind was in so much turmoil that I could hardly focus on anything but the sensations at hand. He moved his tongue a little faster down the outside of my pussy and then down the flap covering my clitoris. Instead of pulling away, I felt a finger against the side of my pussy and the flap was pulled back. His breath was directly on my stimulated nerve endings and before I even had a chance to think about it, his tongue sank down against the hard knot it had formed. I nearly screamed when I felt his tongue on my clitoris for the first time. He started moving his tongue around my clitoris in a circle, like what I had done with my finger, but his tongue amplified the pleasure more than I could have ever imagined.
“Oh God…” I let out the loudest moan I had ever felt escape my body.
His tongue moved around my clitoris, picking up speed as he did. He took me to the point I thought I was going to orgasm and then moved his tongue down my labia. His fingers parted my pussy and his tongue rolled around the exterior of my vaginal cavity. He pushed his tongue in slightly, stretching my hymen a little bit before it was withdrawn. He had been very careful with it when he pleasured me with his fingers, but his tongue was slightly more aggressive. Considering how tight I felt around his tongue, I was nervous about having his enormous cock penetrate me, even if I wanted it more than I had wanted anything else up to that point. He moved his tongue in and out of my pussy several times before starting his ascension back up my labia and circling my clitoris again with the same speed he was at before he stopped.
“You’re going to make me cum…” I whimpered as my body started to tighten up.
He didn’t slow down. His tongue kept up the same pace, circling and occasionally flicking my clitoris between rotations. I felt my orgasm building. It felt like I was moving uphill towards a peak that I couldn’t quite get to with every step putting me closer, yet seeming so far away. I concentrated and moved my hips, getting lost in the pleasure of the moment. I was getting so close to the edge I was sure I would go over, but he held me there, moving his tongue in the same constant rotation. I felt hot all over, and parts of me were shaking with anticipation. My upper thighs were quivering and I felt like I was melting into his tongue. He picked up the speed slightly and that was all it took. All the building pressure released and my pussy clenched as it rolled out of me like a wave of pleasure mixed with a volcanic eruption of satisfaction. It was more powerful than any I had ever managed with my finger and even stronger than the ones he had given me when he touched me. I shook and quivered for almost a minute as he continued swirling his tongue around my clitoris and siphoning every ounce of my orgasm from me.
“Holy fuck…” I opened my eyes and stared at him as he lifted.
“Now I think you’re wet enough.” He lifted my tired thighs and positioned himself between my legs with his cock against my clitoris.
I couldn’t have denied him entry even if I wanted to. My virgin pussy was his to claim in the afterglow of the orgasm I felt from his tongue. He moved his cock around my clitoris several times and then slid it up and down my labia before pressing it against the open of my vaginal cavity. Even in the afterglow, I felt it stretch when the head slid inside. There was a bit of discomfort, but the mixture of his saliva, my wetness, and my orgasm created a slick surface for him to slide his cock across with very little resistance outside of my tightness. He pushed the head in and then withdrew it to the edge of my labia and plunged it a little deeper. His cock hit the thin membrane of my hymen and I prepared for it to break. It was a tight circle at that point, but it was still intact. He lifted slightly and put pressure on it. I felt the skin begin to tear and then the head of his cock slid past it as he broke through the last symbol of my virginity.
“That wasn’t as bad as I imagined…” I opened my eyes and smiled as he began to push his cock deeper.
“It’ll get even better once you get used to it.” He started to withdraw his cock and then pushed it in again, sliding it an inch deeper than it was before.
The process of getting his cock inside my pussy took time, but he was gentle. Every inch that entered me for the first time was held there until my body adjusted. After a few minutes, he could fuck me with half of his cock without much trouble and it felt good. He kept pushing deeper and when he slid across my g-spot, my body erupted with the same passion and desire I felt before I experienced my orgasm with his tongue. I wasn’t sure if it was going to be strong enough to make me orgasm again, but all I cared about at that point was his pleasure. I wanted him to feel the same I felt whi
le he claimed my pussy. Sweat started to form on his body as he picked up the pace and kept sliding his cock in a little deeper with every insertion. I felt the pressure of my pleasure building with every thrust across my g-spot..
“Are your ribs okay?” I asked as he continued to push himself inside of me.
“At this point I wouldn’t feel them if they weren’t. You’re so tight I’m in heaven right now.” He let out a pant of pleasure and thrust his cock inside of me again after withdrawing it until I could feel the head against my labia.
He continued working his cock inside of me until I felt his lower abdomen pressed against me. He held himself at the deepest point and I felt my body adjusting as it stretched to accommodate his girth. He began to slowly withdraw and slide his whole cock deep inside of me, picking up the pace with every thrust. It didn’t take long for the sensation of his cock stretching and rubbing across my g-spot to start building the same pressure I felt before my last orgasm. It was going to happen again if he kept up the pace and he didn’t show any signs of slowing down. His cock throbbed inside of me and his grunts got louder as he continued to fuck me. I couldn’t wait to feel him explode inside of me. A storm of passion built in his eyes and his hips slammed into me with quick and furious thrusts.
“Now you get to make me cum.” His words were almost a growl as the intensity in his eyes made me melt into the pleasure coursing through my whole body.
“Yes…” I nodded with what little self-control I had left.
All I could focus on was the unbelievable bliss I was in with his cock pounding into my pussy. I couldn’t imagine sharing such a moment with anyone else. I was his as long as I drew breath. I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsating inside of me. I knew from the times I had made him cum with my mouth that he was close. I was so close to an orgasm that I couldn’t stop it from happening. I felt my pussy begin to clench on his cock and then the wave of pleasure swept through me as his cock continued to slam into my orgasm. He shook and his movements began erratic for a moment before I felt the first explosion inside me. He began to ejaculate while I was still orgasming and the clenching spasms of my orgasm milked his cock while he thrust it deep to release another rush of his manhood. He started moving his cock again, causing a few more streams of his sticky cum to erupt from his cock before he was finished. My body finally started to relax when we were both spent. He collapsed beside me and I rolled to the side so I could look at him.