“You two got a real player there,” the monitor commented and walked away.
“Where are you?” Angela incoherently screamed straining to sideways glance for Erica, her crazed throes inspiring Jack and Ross to unimaginable cruelty. The slow, inhuman distortion of her inner organs became unbearable. Adding her screams to those of other tormented women, Angela extended a quivering finger to activate the kill switch. A glimpse of Erica standing in the shadows fingering her sex stopped her.
Their eyes locked the signal was clear: not yet dear. Erica was enjoying Angela’s torture. She wanted to cum first. For reasons Angela couldn’t understand, she complied.
For another fifteen minutes, Jack and Ross internally tortured Angela into repeated states of incoherence. Thinking they were destroying her sexual organs and colon, in periods of allowed sanity Angela looked to Erica for permission to save herself. With repeated shakes of her head not yet, Erica denied Angela any relief. In the end, Angela never activated the kill switch. Instead, two insanely stimulated cocks needed orgasmic release.
Released from the torture chair, Angela fell to her knees and rewarded her torturers with inspired oral affection. Ross was first and then Jack ejaculated into Angela’s scream raw throat. With a glance, Angela was delighted to find that Erica was pleased and had finally achieved her own carnal satisfaction.
Swallowing the last of Jack’s cum, Angela glanced at Erica. A thumbs-up told Angela she had found the evidence they were looking for.
Chapter 26 The Last Report
Closing the door, Angela began to cry. The Chief of Security David Bain had just confirmed the rumors of Jack Savage and Ross McKenzie’s unfortunate accident. After Erica’s revelations of solid evidence that the two were indeed working together, Angela’s call to her boss Frank had initiated an extreme rendition directed at her former fuck buddy and as well as his partner in crime. Hiking along the rocky coast line, they had fallen off a cliff. Their bodies were unrecoverable.
Sobbing, Angela consoled herself with the thought that they had sealed the fate of many vulnerable women, and she had provided them with one hell of a last night at her expense. Her sex and anal tracks still ached after a day of rest. And she had to have the two of them put to final rest before she fell completely under their exotic and increasingly compelling persuasion. Still, there was an emptiness she felt with certainly Jack’s loss. As the case files proved, he had been far from monogamous. But just the same she and Jack had exchanged a lot of intense passions over the years.
Although she had flown out earlier in the day, Erica would soon be there for her. For sure in her Mistress persona, Erica had the potential to be just as sexually potent and excitingly cruel as any man. Angela was certainly looking forward to finding out. She had asked for and was granted an extended leave of absence. In a week’s time she and Erica would be reunited at Erica’s refuge in Eastern Europe. The thought agitated her insatiable sexual and sore core to purring.
Feeling better, Angela shed the terry cloth robe she had worn talking to a too bright-happy David Bain and curled up on the couch. One day she hoped to return to the resort probably leashed to Erica via a dog collar. That fantasy image made Angela silently laugh. Then she felt sad again. The valise containing Jack’s reports lay next to her on the couch. There was one remaining file to read.
Her hand shaking, Angela reached out for the file and opened it. The opening lines took her breath away. What followed tore at her sexual heart and scared the living hell out of her. This was her case file. Confirming all of her suspicions and Erica’s accusations, Angela was to have been Jack and Ross’s next victim.
For Angela Phillips’ eyes only
Victim: You Angela
Age: 38
Particulars: Twice divorced, no children
Occupation: Private Investigator
Known Sexual Inclination/Practices: You are an incredibly lovely, very special slut.
Angela: I know I’m taking a chance here, but it is one I feel the need to take. We’ve had some of the most intense sexual bouts I’ve ever had, even cruelly playing with the abducted females paled next to having you submit to my incendiary desires. You did so freely and as a consequence the sex was nothing but awesome. Then you know I have a few lose nuts rolling around in my head. I told you my fantasies, you told me yours. Unless something intervenes, I intend to make them real for both of us.
I know you will come to me even when I tell you I’m going to be your worse sexual nightmare. You will not be able to resist. There is a kernel of undeniable masochistic pleasure you are compelled to ignite knowing it is a fuse that may one day burn down to a consuming sexual explosion. If I have read you right, that day has come.
My best intentions are to take two weeks with you before offering you to the highest bidder. Just the thought of having you naked and spread before me completely vulnerable and wanting of my afflictions gives me an instant erection. I have one now as I write this final report to you. Are you as excited reading my words and inner darkest desires? I know you are.
Your screams and throes of agony will be the most potent of aphrodisiacs. Dear Angela, I am going to fuck you near insane, let you briefly recover and do it again and again. This will be raw fucking: no condoms or hollowed out strap-on torture dildos. Unfortunately, it will be a last erotic dance between the two of us. You are far too valuable for me to keep for myself.
One small administrative detail needs attention. This case has to be solved. The target of our investigation has to be found and taken care of. As you may have already surmised, I have a partner in crime. We’ve worked together for many years. That’s the person we will serve up to Frank for a quiet case closing. Having recommended to Frank that just you and I could handle the operation, convincing him of the ID shouldn’t prove to be a problem.
Call me when you’re through reading this. We can meet down at the pool bar, have a few drinks, clean up a few details and plan for an extraordinary rendezvous in a far off land where no one will find us.
Let our fantasies become reality. Loving you Jack
“Sorry Jack,” Angela said out loud feeling somewhere between nauseated, relieved and carnally disturbed, “not in this life time.”
Chapter 27 Castle Rendezvous
Behind the blurry old pane glass window, Angela looked out over a snow covered mountainous landscape. A two hundred year old castle in mid-winter was a drafty place and the main drawback of the hideaway. After the warm environment of the resort and her brief return to Miami, the need to wear clothes most of the time was mood dampening. Then a roaring fire, a few cups of hot wine and the clothes disappeared and what had amounted to nonstop, raucous sex was the order of business.
And with pleasure of the physical kind on her mind, Angela turned to Erica and said, “Honey, I’ve got a chill…care to warm me up.”
“Angela my dear,” Erica moaned, “you do have a way of inciting what’s bad in me.”
Flowing into Erica’s arms, Angela gave Erica a quick kiss on the lips and responded with, “Am I right in guessing that you are thinking of a little corporal heating to a certain part of my anatomy?”
“Of course,” Erica smiled. “I need an incentive to provide my darling with my best…and caning your sweet ass would do the trick.”
“Well, let me throw another log on the fire,” Angela smiled back, “get naked for you and bend over for a dozen or so.”
“Oh you’re not going to get off that easy,” Erica said releasing Angela and walking over to the fire. “Once the bad in me is in play I just have to have more of a girl. A woman’s caning should help initially…and you will need to be tied for that.”
“Mum, I sense a darker side in you coming out,” Angela said, pulling a warm shift over her head and throwing it into the corner. Her still ringed nipples given to instant hard and goose bumps tightening her nakedness from toes to nose, Angela continued with, “And that makes me really excited.”
“I can see that,” Erica said mo
ving over to a heavy wooden bench. “Now drape your loveliness over this interesting piece of heavy oak workmanship and I will go get the ropes to secure your ass and attached parts in place for me to work on.”
Savory feelings of compliance surged forth to mix with a twinge of fearful anticipation to set into agitation all things sexual in Angela. This was the sweet spot for a mentally unbound pain-pleasure addicted slut.
Throwing several logs onto the fire, Angela took a few seconds to bask in the heat before moving over to the high backed, love seat sized bench. The piece was an antique over a hundred years old, and Angela thought with a smile, many a maiden had draped herself over the girl holding heaviness for punishment or sexual pain play. In fact, she thought that was probably the bench’s main purpose and intent when built. The wicked image almost brought Angela to orgasm as she posed herself in the most revealing and vulnerable way across the hard top ridge.
Stretching arms and legs toward the four corner supports, a wave of sensual delight flooded her senses with lubricious warmth. Her sex was alive and churning upon itself in a wanton transformation to a cunt. Fearless nipples and swelling hanging breasts became tits. Relatively healed, quivering nether cheeks shivered with expectancy of writhing under an unbearable assault. Erica walking in carrying ropes and a cane set Angela’s heart to pounding. As naked as she, the strap-on large looking dildo bobbing from Erica’s Mons released a charge of full bodied fear into Angela’s sexual being. The resulting orgasm was a brief heaven sent courtesy of the hell she was sure awaited for release in Erica’s mind.
High on sexual opiates, her body swarming with millions of sweet vexations of pleasure, Angela just moaned as Erica secured her to the bench. Everything Erica did was a pleasurable stimulus. The way she moved, the slight quiver of her smallish breasts, the cruel smile on her face, the devilish glint in her eyes was a continuous inject of carnal uppers. Even the demon like faux phallus she was teasing Angela with sent ripples of hot delight throughout her rope fettered body. Erica moving to Angela’s vulnerable rear, her strangely lower, husky voice shot a chilling charge of fear-fear into Angela’s internal party.
“I told you that I would not be denied,” Erica said running her hands over Angela’s exposed ass and cunt. “That I was going to save my release for when we were joined. We are and now it is time for me to consume your loveliness with my lust.”
Before Angela could scream “No”, her breath was taken away by the dildo impalement of her still excited cunt. The thrust was brutal, savage like a man’s impalement. Knowing Erica was powering the hard rubber weapon induced a rage of turmoil to her thoughts and to the sexual furor roaring out of control within. The feel of Erica’s small hard nipples against her back sent Angela into further throes of terror. Teeth biting into her right shoulder, the feral gnawing and head shaking of the trapped meat assaulted Angela’s efforts at denial. Erica provided the means for clarity and unmitigated terror.
Releasing Angela’s shoulder flesh, Erica cruelly thrust into Angela and said, “It was brilliant of you to suggest that I check Jack and Ross’s rooms for evidence. I did have problems parting with my memorabilia of past trysts. Still Ross had to take my place evidence wise. Especially after I searched your room first and read Jack’s sweet missive to you. What a laugh when I found out that he planned to make me his fall guy…or I guess girl.”
Angela fought to regain her breath and wits. This couldn’t be. Erica just couldn’t be Jack’s partner and one of the abductor’s. Of course she could, and said so.
Kneading Angela’s hanging breasts, Erica continued to faux fuck with increasing fierceness and said, “I’m sure you understand my disappointed in having to give up my trophy pouch, but it was the only means for me to implicate poor Ross. But I have obtained a replacement from a champion bull and a clip of your hair will have the honors of being the first prized occupant.”
Finding her voice in a terror filled scream, Angela heard Erica begin to laugh. It was a crazed, almost inhumane sound, the dildo impalement becoming insanely hurtful. And like a clueless organ separate from the whole, her sex began to convulse in unstoppable orgasmic shudders.
“Unfortunately dear,” Erica continued withdrawing the dildo, Angela going pleasure mad, “I’m limited in the number of cane strokes I can lay on your lovely ass. The oligarch that has purchased you has instructed me to cane you only enough to reduce your mobility to manageable…and to quench some of the fire in your loins. As I understand, he’ll finish up decorating your hide when he gets you to his dacha.”
As Erica laid the first line of welting fire across Angela’s nether cheeks, she verbally struck her with far more force. Her continued revelations were incapacitating blows of supreme cruelty. Angela had been in a cleverly disguised fight from the first moment Frank had asked her to his office. And unlike previous battles, she had lost this contest, and much more.
“Jack was a pawn, a useful lust blinded idiot,” Erica growled continuing to cane beat a shrieking Angela. “My real silent partner…your old boss…is Frank. He was dead on with his description of you as being perfect sellable goods.
Insanely crying, straining, struggling Angela fought the bondage to no avail. She would have to accept Erica’s caning with hope diminishing with every incapacitating stroke that cracked into her presented bottom and thighs. Within the mounting agony and seething anger, one thing was clear. For certain Angela had succeeded in being perfect naked bait.
Epilogue
Even in the dim light Frank spotted her right away. Long legs, small breasted, short blond hair and a cute face all matched her description. The sound of her accent and throaty laughter clenched the ID. It was good that he had never met her face-to-face, their partnership one of encrypted emails and coded test messages. He had let Jack handle the necessary direct communications and planning.
Taking the empty bar seat next to her, Frank ordered a beer. The conversation between the woman and the man in the next seat over was an exchange of whispers interceded with tittering laughter. Frank knew her bi-lesbian persona was only a ploy. From what he could gather, the conversation was confirming her general straightness as they were teasing each other into a carnal lather. For certain fornication was the intent. Now or later, his or her room was the stage of discussion. Frank needed to intervene.
Taking a sip of beer, Frank leaned over into her space and said to the guy, “Get lost.”
An indignant glare turned pale fear. Frank had let his suit jacket open to reveal a gun filled shoulder holster. The would-be fornicator backed off his stool and almost ran out of the bar to disappear into the hotel lobby. Frank sat back up and laughed.
“Lady,” he said, “one would think a good looker like you would have a better choice in men. That wimp wouldn’t have lasted a round with someone of your potential.”
With anger turning to intrigue, the blond laughed and responded with, “Stranger, it’s late and I don’t have time to seduce another cock for my bedtime entertainment. You’d better be able to back up your words and make amends…like say three rounds of virility.”
“Count on it,” Frank smiled.
“OK, you’re hired,” the woman said extending a limp wrist. “My name’s Erica, yours?”
“Rick, and let’s make it your room,” Frank answered taking the offered hand. “There must be a school field trip staying on my floor. There are hundreds of kids milling about.”
“My room it is,” Erica said withdrawing her hand and standing. “Forth floor, Room 420, say in fifteen minutes Rick. We leave separately…a little more discreet that way.”
“Perfect,” Frank responded. “I’ll be there in fifteen. Be ready to bring this caper to a climax.”
Frank chuckled as Erica winked at him and turned to sashay out of the bar. Nice ass he thought as he finished his beer. Paying both bills he left and spent time in the hotel’s gift shop. Having Erica’s gift already on him, Frank didn’t buy anything.
Five minutes to go, he took the ele
vator to his floor making sure to avoid the surveillance system. Switching to the fire steps, he climbed the rest of the way to the fourth floor. Erica’s room was conveniently next to the fire exit. He wouldn’t have to disable the floor’s security camera. Even better, she had prevented her room door from locking shut with a “Do Not Disturb” sign. And entering, he found her waiting for him already naked.
“I need to buy a lottery ticket,” Frank said hanging the sign on the outside door knob before pulling it closed and locked. “This is turning out to be a very lucky night.”
“Well big boy,” Erica said with what Frank read as a ‘come take me pose’, “I sure hope that includes making me feel lucky all over.”
Turning on a radio, Erica moved to the center of the room and began to seductively move to the music. How convenient Frank thought, his good fortune continuing and Erica added to his resolve.
“I’m between intense girl scenes,” Erica moaned clearly aroused, “and having a man fuck in the interim always clears my sexual palate.”
“Well I do so want to fuck you up honey,” Frank said with a smile.
“Oh my…that sounds exquisite,” Erica responded twisting about.
Far from immune to sexual stimulation, Frank sat in a large chair and watched Erica sensually move to the music for several minutes. But time was passing and he needed to get this over with.
Pulling his pistol out and casually pointing it at Erica, he said, “Baby, I sure would like to fuck with you for the rest of the night, but that would unnecessarily complicate the business at hand.”
Frank put the first round just above Erica’s belly button. The sound of the silenced nine millimeter was covered by the radio. The shock and agony forming on Erica’s face was satisfying in a strange way.
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