Penelope told Debbie that she had traced the call to a small area in the middle of a desert in New Mexico. Penelope pulled up a visual of the location on a large video screen, and they closed in. There was no building in site, but eventually they were able to see a white door built into the ground that appeared to the be the entrance to some sort of underground cellar. The women stuck by, watching the video to see if they would be able to catch site of David Perez exiting the bunker.
Meanwhile, the team of four young agents had arrived in Miami and they were being welcome graciously by Isabella. She had cooked a large banquet of food for them, and was entertaining the young women in her kitchen, humming along to Spanish music on the radio as she prepared them each plates of rice and meat. “I am so glad you are here,” Isabella gushed, “I have been so scared!” She showed the spy girls the many threatening letters she had received, which all somehow seemed even more grim since they were pasted together in serial killer fashion. The spy girls looked over the letters while they were eating their food, and they promised they would send them to the lab in D.C. to see if they could pull any finger prints from the documents.
After a while, they were all full and bored, and getting quite aroused by the beautiful, scared Latina women they had been ordered to protect. They decided to play a dice game with a pair of Isabella’s naughty dice. Each girl would roll the dice and she would have to perform the command on the girl of her choice. They got things like lick feet or kiss ass at first, and they giggled and enjoyed carrying out these menial tasks, but before long they were ignoring the dice all together and taking turns fucking each other in various positions and various areas all over the house. They started making up their own commands, like eat pussy on couch or hump in chair, and everyone wanted a chance to get with Isabella. It was all quite distracting, and it brought out the child in Isabella and helped her to release some of her fears. Before she knew it, it was like a slumber party in her mansion, or actually an orgy. All of the young agents were beautiful and buxom, and it was a real sight to behold as they got more and more dirty with each other, fucking into the wee hours of the night.
Back at the headquarters in D.C., Penelope and Debbie had not seen any sign of movement, or of David, at the underground bunker. He had not called Debbie again, and they were starting to feel anxious about what might be going on beneath the New Mexican desert. They met with Harriet, who decided it was time to arrange a special strike force to go in and ambush David Perez. The man was clearly insane, and they didn’t want to risk losing Tabitha by acting too slowly.
Debbie was to head the squad, and she had a helicopter pilot and three other highly trained senior agents. They armed themselves and set off for New Mexico. Penelope watched from the video screen in the headquarters as the chopper landed in the desert and the women piled out. They formed a circle around the door leading to the underground cellar. Debbie tried the door, found it wouldn’t open, and had to shoot the lock. Penelope watched her descend into the cellar, followed by one of the senior spies. The other two remained outside, guarding the perimeter.
Inside the cellar, it took a moment for Debbie’s eyes to adjust. She climbed down the metal ladder and entered a large torture chamber room. She saw Tabitha chained up to a wall, bound and gagged, and she rushed over to free her while the other spy began a search for David. Tabitha appeared to be sick. She was severely dehydrated and she had been starved and tortured by David. When Debbie removed the gag from her mouth, Tabitha was too weak to speak. Her eyes looked glazed and confused, and her mouth moved like a fish underwater with no words coming out. Debbie found a bottle of water and she poured some on Tabitha’s face and then helped the woman take a few precious sips. After the water started flowing through her system, Tabitha seemed to wake up.
The senior spy returned and told them she did not see David anywhere in the bunker. Tabitha, with a hoarse voice and a sore throat, told them that there was a secret hatch that led to an exit half a mile away. When the choppers had landed, David had gone through the secret door. Debbie stayed with Tabitha, and the senior spy called for backup and she and the other two women went through the secret exit, trying to chase down David. They returned later empty handed. When they had gotten to the end of the tunnel, no one was there. There were tire marks in the sand at the exit. David must have driven off and escaped.
Everyone was transported back to headquarters to regroup. When they arrived, Tabitha was seen by a medical team and put on fluids to be rehydrated. Debbie told Harriet the bad news about David’s escape. They were not sure how to find him, but the more important thing was that Tabitha had been recovered and she was alive and safe. Later that day, they got an update from the spy girl team with Isabella. They told Debbie and Harriet that someone had thrown a small pipe bomb in the mansion in an attempt to hurt Isabella. Harriet decided that Isabella should be transported back to the headquarters in D.C. for safety, and Debbie would take her place in the mansion as a decoy. It seemed likely that with Tabitha recovered, David Perez would go after Isabella next.
Chapter 9, Hot and Bothered
Two days later, Debbie was wearing a wig and a tight fitting dress, puttering around Isabella’s mansion. She had switched places with the Latina woman and disguised herself so that if someone was watching from outside the mansion they would think that Isabella was home, alone and unprotected. She hoped this would be enough of a ruse to lure David to her, but she was getting a little bored and antsy.
Back at Harriet’s mansion, Tabitha was not immune to the boredom that Debbie was experiencing as she was waiting for David to show himself so that they could bring him down. She had gotten to know Penelope well, and the two enjoyed talking about spy technology. Penelope was learning a lot about the world of startups and marketing and she was fascinated by Tabitha’s nanny cam company.
Penelope was a shy and mousy girl, and Tabitha was just the kind of bossy, confident older woman to open her up. Tabitha had brought one of the strap on dildos from her many sex dolls back home, and she was ready to give little Penelope’s pussy the business. Penelope was the tomboyish type, with a very large clit that had brought her much embarrassment in her younger days. Tabitha sucked her off like she was give a blow job to a micro penis, getting Penelope all hot and bothered before she plowed her. She squeezed on Penelope’s tiny nipples, almost as big as her mosquito bite tits, as she sucked on her elongated clit. Penelope was loving it, and somehow she felt safe with this older woman, who seemed almost as nerdy as herself but somehow was confident and possessive instead of shy and yielding.
When it came time for her fucking, Penelope was ready. Her pussy was dripping down her legs, and she bent over to take it like a champ. Tabitha strapped the dildo onto herself and tightened the straps, then she gave Penelope the fucking of a life time. She had a lot of aggression stored up from the kidnapping, and it all came out through the violent thrusts of her hips. The unsuspecting Penelope was taken aback and almost crumpled to her knees from the impact of Tabitha’s weight and anger. She cried out as her pussy got rammed and violated, begging for a break, but Tabitha seemed to not hear her. When Penelope began to sob, Tabitha gave her a swift smack across the face. Then she seemed to come to herself. She flushed and apologized to Penelope and promised to be more gentle. She had not realized how deeply shaken and upset she still was from what had happened in the underground bunker.
The rest of the fucking was far more gentle. Tabitha became one with Penelope, getting a real feel and understanding for her body, and fucking her with a gentle rhythm and just the right depth to turn Penelope into the horniest little slut. When Penelope finally started to cum, it was like a landslide that could not be stopped. She humped the strap on crazily, her mouth open and a bit of drool hanging down. She must have cum five or six times before she finally regained control of herself. The tender sex had gotten to Penelope much better than the rough, and she was panting for breath when Tabitha removed the dildo.
Penelope wanted to repay
the favor, but she was far too intimidated to wear a strap on, so she used her fingers and mouth on Tabitha instead. It was an unusual experience for Tabitha, who liked to have a lot of toys and gadgets in bed with her at all times, but she was exhausted from the experiences she had been through and she thought Penelope was a very sweet and attractive girl, so she found herself able to relax and enjoy a more normal sexual style. Penelope brought Tabitha to a long, slow orgasm. When she was done, Tabitha held Penelope in her arms as if she was her child, the girl’s small, frail body had a comforting feeling against her own. They fell asleep like that, with Tabitha muttering quietly in her dreams.
Chapter 10, I Will Make You Suffer
Finally, on night three, David Perez showed up at Isabella’s mansion. Debbie heard a large glass window break, and she drew her gun and went to investigate. She found an unkempt looking man of short stature, dressed all in black, picking himself up from among the glass shards. She pointed her gun directly at him and told him not to move another muscle. David looked up with surprise, his eyes bulging. He had expected to find a naïve and helpless Isabella, not the white woman in a wig standing before him. Debbie tore the wig off, revealing her beautiful red hair. “Don’t you make another move. I am a trained agent, and I have great aim. I won’t just kill you, I will make you suffer. Now put your hands in the air,” Debbie ordered.
David followed her commands, and before long he was handcuffed and being interrogated by Debbie. Debbie found out that he had been Candy’s first pimp. He had seen her at the Pink Pussy and started hooking her up with her first johns, helping her move away from stripping into something darker and more profitable. He had also loved Candy dearly, and he thought that his help would earn him a return on his affection. Candy had already developed a bad cocaine habit by the time he met her, and he had taken out massive loans and stolen things to get her the white powder she so desperately wanted. Unlike most pimps, he was young and dumb and in it for love, and he never made a penny on his investment. All of his money went back into Candy, buying her expensive clothes and jewelry and, of course, drugs. All the while, she never returned his affection. Still, David had hoped one day he would prove himself to her. But he ended up owing a lot of money to certain dealers, and he was threatened and beaten up many times. Finally, in a desperate attempt to pay off a coke dealer who wanted his life in ransom, David had attempted robbery. He was quickly arrested and sent off to jail. Candy never visited him one single time, and she quickly moved on to a new pimp.
When David got out on parole, he began to stalk Candy. He was determined to have her or have her dead, or at least get her to pay him some of the money he felt he was owed. When he read the tabloids about the lovers’ quarrel between Candy, Isabella, and Tabitha, he discovered his old flame was actually a lesbian and he was sent into a furious rage. He had been wasting all of his time and even gone to jail for a stupid cock tease! It was too much to handle and so he made a plot to kill her. He had used his stalking skills to spy on Candy and he knew that she was planning a trip to Belize. He saw this as his opportunity, and he contacted one of the hotel staff and began to tell her horrible things about Candy and offered her money to murder the woman. He promised that he had it all figured out so that it would look like an accidental overdose and no one would go to jail. “I would have gotten away with it too if your meddling ass hadn’t been on that island,” David spit.
He was arrested and pled guilty. He had already made his confession, and there was too much evidence against him. The threatening letters to Isabella had come back positive with his prints, and the police were able to find records of the money David had wired to Belize to pay off the maid for killing Candy. The show was over for this crazy guy, and Debbie didn’t think he would be getting out on parole any time soon.
At Harriet’s mansion, Isabella and Tabitha had come to a surprising peace with each other. In fact, they even seemed to be enjoying each other’s company. At first, Harriet had worked hard to keep ample distance between the two women, assuming a fight would break out if the two of them were left alone with each other, but they ran into each other one day and got to talking. It turned out that they both had a lot in common, which was not surprising since they had both dated and found the same woman attractive. With Candy dead, they were able to look past their angry quarrel and share good memories about their lover and get to know each other. Harriet was pleased to see that things were so peaceful and calm under her roof.
In fact, Tabitha and Isabella were doing more than just getting along. They had grown increasingly attracted to each other. Tabitha could not help but admire the busty, hourglass figure of Isabella, and Isabella was turned on by Tabitha’s wealth and smarts and the way she carried herself so proudly. Both were extremely successful women, and they shared much in common with that fact. They found themselves talking, and then kissing, making out, and eventually they were at the point where they were ready to do some serious fucking.
Despite all of this attraction, however, there was still a serious power struggle going on. Tabitha always wanted to be the dominant one, but after everything that had happened Isabella was not going to give in so easily and let Tabitha take control. The woman might be very attractive, but that in no way changed the fact that she had made so many threats against her. They were at a standstill, unable to decide how to proceed with no one wanting to seem to be the submissive or weaker one. Finally, unable to wait any longer, they decided that a double dildo would be the best option. That way they would both be sharing in the power. Harriet’s mansion had all sorts of wonderful sex toys, so it was no problem getting their hands on such a device.
Both women undressed themselves. Tabitha admired Isabella’s wide hips and large tits, and thought she would have been a great mother if she had chosen a different life path. They both mounted their respective sides of the dildo at the same time, and began riding. It was still something of a competition, with both women wanting to outdo each other, and neither one wanting to cum first. Someone watching might have thought it was a pussy tug of war and not a sensual lovemaking. Eventually, however, pleasure won over the neurotic competitive instinct, and both women felt themselves melting into the feeling, their anger and anxiety giving way to the emotion of pure pleasure. Tabitha was getting so turned on watching Isabella’s giant breasts bouncing up and down that she forgot her determination not to cum first and let loose. Isabella, encouraged, followed soon after. They rode the dildo until they were both sore and tired out, then they got onto the big bed and engaged in some 69 action until they both passed out from exhaustion.
Chapter 11, Candy's Ashes
It later turned out that Harriet was able to arrange for Candy’s ashes to be transported from Belize to D.C., and she hosted a large memorial service for Candy, at which both Tabitha and Isabella gave beautiful speeches commemorating their dead lover. It brought tears to everyone’s eyes, including Harriet’s, after all, Harriet had her own personal encounter with Candy. Even more touching was the way the two jilted ex-lovers had come together peacefully for the occasion. After the memorial service, everyone was surprised when Isabella and Tabitha announced that they had become lovers. They announced that they were headed off on a romantic vacation to Costa Rica together.
Chapter 12, An Exotic Drive
One year later, on the anniversary of Candy’s memorial, Debbie was a maid of honor at the wedding of Isabella and Tabitha. It was a beautiful event, thrown on the beaches of Miami and filled with lavish food, exotic music, hot wedding guests, and of course love. Isabella had decided to move into Tabitha’s larger mansion in California, so this was a goodbye to her home town of Miami. As such, the wedding was packed with family and friends and all sorts of acquaintances that were there to say goodbye to Isabella and wish her the best on her life journey. It was loud and raucous, but all of that stopped and a hush fell over the gigantic crowd when Isabella and Tabitha appeared in their beautiful white wedding dresses, they very picture of elegance and wealth. T
he crowd cheered its approval as the two women said their vows, and Tabitha gave Isabella a deep, deep kiss. Then the two women ran down the aisle and got into a large white limousine, decorated with beautiful fresh flowers and a “Just Married” sign in the back, and drove off to an exotic honey moon.
It was a touching event, and Debbie found herself shedding a single tear. Through the death of a beloved friend, two women had come together in holy matrimony. Love had conquered the forces of darkness and hate, and had reconciled two enemies in the most surprising way. It was a beautiful occasion, and an unexpected end to the strange mystery Debbie had found herself wrapped up in.
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