An Inquisitive Federal Agent

An Inquisitive Federal Agent

East Coast Slaver Organization Story - XII

Chapter 02 – Miss Wriggle and Grunt (or The Interfering Bitch)

Aaron Clarke was furious. No stranger to stress, Aaron had carefully nurtured his meager anger management skills over the last few years to be sure he made calm and rational decisions while under considerable pressure. Unfortunately, this situation struck so close to home that he couldn't hold it back. “That slutty, fucking whore!” he hissed, “She actually passed on information about me to someone else, … and a freaking F.B.I. Special Agent at that!” Aaron was fuming because he had just hung up after a very happy, and absurdly smug, Christine Taylor had called to ecstatically inform him that she had been able to coerce a co-worker into ‘studying' the local BDSM scene with him.

The reason for Aaron's anger is that he had carefully compartmented his activities in order to protect himself from any connection to the kidnapping, raping, extorting, murdering, and enslaving activities that he happily engaged in as a slaver. Aaron never used his own name; instead using a fabricated identity, Robert Morgan for most things he did in Miami and the U.S. Michael Moore was the identity he used for his activities in the British Virgin Islands . Similarly, he used the identity John Rice to cover his actions in the American Virgin Islands. Lastly, out of concern that too many people knew of his Robert Morgan identity, he had started to use a newly created identity, Justin Drake, to eventually replace the overused Robert Morgan identity. “Maybe this is this final straw that might mean the end of Robert Morgan for good,” he thought, taking a little consolation in the situation.

“Oh, Master,” she had gushed, “you will find her such a huge-titted, naïve, and delicious morsel. I am positive that you will enjoy the chance to turn her research into a truly humiliating and sexually liberating experience.” When Aaron hadn't immediately replied to her enthusiastic description of how much fun this would be, she added in a wheedling tone, “Please, Master. Take her as a gift from me. I only hope that you'll reward me with another session.” Her voice had become more excited and breathy as she got to her punch line, “Oh, please, … just play with me. I miss your attention so much!”

One reason for Aaron's anger was that the nymphomaniac bitch had designated herself as his part time slave despite his refusal to formally accept her as anything more than a bondage toy for occasional use to take the edge off his horny cock. That uncaring attitude about her feelings had further cemented her need for domination by the muscular Dom and his amazing cock. Addicted to his personal brand of sexual abuse, she was willing to do anything to earn another of the meager sessions that he parceled out for her. The small part of Aaron's brain that wasn't overwhelmed with anger thought it incredibly ironic that the professional woman with such prim and proper workday behavior so mindlessly begged to become his slave. That she unknowingly promised herself to a real-life slaver who could very quickly change her rosy perception of reality was especially delicious. “If she was younger, … if she was prettier, … and if she wasn't an F.B.I. agent with lots of delicious uses, I'd have done something permanent about her long ago,” he mused as he envisioned her awakening one day in real slavery. He would never admit it, but a large reason he occasionally topped the whore that could never match his high standards for beauty was the thrill of skirting so close to discovery. That thrill of potential discovery made his dick throb at the thought of falling between her oh-so-round-heeled legs even more than the potential payback from controlling a federal agent.

Certain that the only thing he could do at this point to mitigate any damage was to follow alone with the misguided cunt, Aaron asked her to bring everything she had created on the fellow F.B.I. agent to a rendezvous at a local hotel. She was to call his cell phone when she arrived at the hotel and get his room number. Aaron tried to calm himself as he considered what to do. “At least the horny bimbo only knows the first false identity that I created here in Miami ,” he thought. “We met anonymously at the B&D club and only one person who knows about me knows her real identity.” He sat and mulled through what his best options were for reacting to this unexpected news.

Soon after Aaron arrived in Miami to establish his expansion franchise of a west coast slaving enterprise, he had discovered the bondage club as an enjoyable place to unwind occasionally as well as a chance to occasionally break in and humiliate a new slave that had particularly angered him for some reason. An energetic and outgoing club waitress, Denise George, had introduced him to the club owner and manager after Aaron paid her to take him around to meet several of the club's staff members that worked the club both as a hobby and to garner specialty business. She took him to meet three of the staff members (the club's piercing expert, the resident tattoo artist, and the club doctor (Doctor Joan Miller)) before she brought over Todd Mitchum, the bear-like owner and manager of the club for an introduction. The two became wary friends after Todd figured out that most of the guests Aaron brought in were unwilling participants. It was important to the club owner that Robert Morgan (as he thought of Aaron) wanted to remain low key and intended no harm to his club or its members. It was Todd who one night pointed out that he had discovered that one of the club's aging, and overweight, subs was actually an employee of the F.B.I. One of Todd's reception girls had seen her gun and badge being stowed in a locker when the woman, Christine Taylor, was changing from street clothes into her slutty sub attire. “I checked her membership application and compared it with her ID documents in her locker. Her name is Christine Taylor,” Todd told Aaron in a complete breach of the club's confidentiality rules. He continued by explaining, “She is a frequent sub here at the club, although she never comes with a Master. In fact, we only let her into the club as an unattached sub if she turns herself over to our entertainment team who decide what to do with her. It's the only way we let in unattached women that want to play out their fantasies without committing to a Master or Mistress. Even though she isn't much to look at, naked or in street clothes, we keep her around because she is an energetic slut, willing to take on just about any kind of abuse you can think of, and I can testify that she is a top-notch piece of ass, a regular energizer fuckbunny. I had no idea that she worked for the F.B.I. or that she was stupid enough to use her real name in registering.”

Todd had explained that Christine was required to call ahead to let them know she was coming in for an evening of subbing. “When she gets to the club, my staff immediately puts her in bondage and then we tell her what role she has been assigned for the night. Christine is never given an option as to her preference; we assign the tasks randomly and since she is already cuffed and gagged, she can't complain.” Todd had grinned and added, “After all, … she knows the rules … if she doesn't like what we make her do, then she can stay away from the club. She is usually gagged, unable to complain or beg for mercy. She has been a topless waitress, a cigarette girl, bondage sculpture, a cock-cleaning receptacle in the men's room, and soon we plan on breaking her in as a featured painslut in the Charity Room where our hardest core players are let loose on helpless submissives.”

Aaron remembered the first time he had ‘used' Christine. Upon his own recommendation to the club manager, Todd Mitchum had directed his staff that the next time the plump federal employee came in she was to have her debut in the Charity Room. Pre-warned about her arrival, Aaron had stood there with his cock throbbing on a Friday night as the club's enforcers stuck a leather dog chew toy into the woman's wild-eyed face. A large crowd had already gathered and they were appreciatively watching as Christine tugged helplessly at her bonds. Christine was completely naked less a tiny black mask that guarded her privacy and enough bondage to hold her tightly in position. She was anchored in place by two chains clipped to a heavy leather waistbelt that held her ass up high while a single chain to her thick leather collar pulled her torso down to a horizontal position. Ropes around her wrists held her arms horizontally outstretched forward while ropes wrapped around her ankles kept her legs widespread. The result was that her ass and pussy were exposed to abuse while her mouth was busy holding in the rawhide chew toy. Her down-hanging pillowy breasts and pouched out stomach swayed gently about as Christine attempted to escape her bonds.

An announcement on an entry area board told arriving members that a newbie sub was to undergo her first ‘testing' in the Charity Room. She had ‘volunteered' to wager one thousand dollars from her own savings that she could keep a rawhide chew toy in her mouth through two hours of spankings anywhere on her body below her neck collar. Club members could buy spankings for a dollar apiece with the proceeds going to a local children's charity. The ‘winner' would be the one that made her drop the toy. In addition to paying the one thousand dollar penalty, Christine owed the ‘winner' unrestricted sub time for the remainder of the night. Aaron intended to be the winner who would take private advantage of the F.B.I. agent to ‘take her for a test ride' to see if the club manager's assessment that despite her shortcomings in age and appearance, she was a great cock-draining fuck.

Dominate after Dominate swung hard or soft open-hand spankings at the whimpering sub, raining thousands of blows on every inch of her body. Aaron watched as her flawless and pale skin began to first take on a rosy tint and then began to glow with an angry red color. “She's gonna have some amazing bruises to hide come Monday,” Aaron thought as Christine completed her first hour of the punishing spankings. A staff member counting spankings announced that she had earned twenty-two hundred dollars, approximately forty spankings a minute.

Christine would never forget her first round in the Charity Room. She remembered being in a confused world of pain and humiliation. She distantly heard a man announce that she had earned twenty-four hundred dollars and completed an hour of her spanking endurance task. During the ordeal, her teeth had sunk deeply into the slowly softening rawhide dog toy as her slobber loosened it. She had long ago realized that some sort of doggie treat filled the interior of the hard spiral-wound rawhide toy. “Tastes like shit,” she thought with forced focus. “Anything to keep from concentrating on the pain.” she added to herself. Dull-witted from the difficult bent-over position she was in and the constant aches that radiated from everything below her collar, it took her a moment to realize that another man had taken up a position behind her. Risking a quick look, she saw only a burly man gracefully easing his muscular form down onto a small stool he had set between her legs. “Huh?” she wondered, “What is he up to?”

A soft snap across her pussy got her attention. Puzzled, she wiggled about as best she could to see what was going on. Another snap vibrated across a cunt lip. Finally, she figured it out after another quick glance down between her swaying tits toward her pussy. She had seen the masked face of a man staring intently at her cunt from just inches away as he flicked his middle finger against her most sensitive flesh. She sensed the man's breath against her sex as the snapping impacts sped up to rain a series of slightly painful taps around her labia and gapping pussy hole. Her head arched back in the first glimmer of pleasure in the session as an errant tap touched her clitoris.

Aaron's unconventional spankings had started a murmur of consternation among the bondage club spectators that slowly turned to comments of appreciation as they realized his intent. Intrigued, they crowded closer to watch as Aaron ensured that his only contact with her sweaty flesh was as his middle finger flicked off his thumb to thump all around her glistening sex. The staff member counting spankings gathered in close to accurately assess the number of one-dollar blows that this unconventional Dom would take against the helpless pussy.

Christine whined aloud as the previously all-encompassing waves of pain and humiliation changed to little stabs of something between pain and pleasure. Her grunts around the slimy dog toy brought renewed feelings of humiliation. She knew from personal experience that lust and humiliation were the two critical keys that could trigger her uncontrollable climaxes. She reflexively tightened up her pussy muscles as if to protect herself from the one thousand dollar mistake she might have made by coming here to the club this night. “Just hold off till he gets bored and another takes his place,” she told herself desperately.

Where the hurtful spankings had driven away any feelings of desire, these little slaps were moistening her pussy and she was sure she felt her sex hole opening like a blossoming flower under the never-ending finger blows. She tried to move her hips away from this devious attack. “I think I coulda held off another hour of spanking,” she thought fatalistically with another drawn-out groan. At first, she thought this new strategy would be easy to survive; however, the growing heat emanating from her traitor of a pussy clearly spoke of an impending climax. Desperately in hopes of blunting the rising pleasure she was feeling, she ignored his acts and tried to focus on the painful throbbing still coming from her breasts and her ass. Then, she made the mistake of shifting her attention to the old pain in her crotch where the growing waves of pleasure almost took her breath away as she admitted to herself that it felt wonderful. Only the sticky nature of the softened rawhide held the toy against her teeth as she opened her mouth to grunt at the pleasure she now fully embraced. Stricken, she clamped back hard on the toy, keeping it from slipping free, but allowing some of the liver-flavored filling to crumble into her mouth. The funky taste helped Christine focus once again on resisting the pleasure from her crotch.

Christine heard the counter clearly declare the count to be two hundred pussy snaps when the continuous pattern beating against her sex organs paused and then resumed more strongly than ever. “He's changed hands,” she thought with a shrill whine that only she could hear. Unconsciously her hips started to shift slightly in an attempt to redirect his strikes against her clitoris rather than the lips guarding her vagina. “Slut!” she accused in a hiss that even Aaron and the man counting the blows could clearly hear. “Whore! Slut!” she continued in a mantra that only the three could hear.

The useless attempts of the captive to change Aaron's attack to her most sensitive organ were witnessed by a grinning Aaron Clarke. “Nice little cunt,” Aaron praised, “You're gonna get off just like the bondage whore that you are. Wriggle and grunt! Come on little piggy. Squeal like a sow in heat and drop that nasty chew toy. Wriggle and grunt! I wanta see you cream on my finger like the horny bitch that you are.”

A particularly sharp blow directly on her clitoris brought Christine's face snapping up high, snot flipping back across her brow. She grunted and fought to gain her breath back as her throaty gasps started to sound like a train engine hauling a full load of freight. The blows returned to strike on the soft junction between her labia, the tingling on her clitoris became a throbbing of arousal. Christine stared intently at a long strand of drool hanging from her mouth almost to the floor. She started to think that as long as the strand stretched down toward the floor, she was immune from an orgasm. Encouraged with this line of thought, she tried to focus all her thoughts upon the shining strand. Abruptly the strand broke and the snapping taps against her sex fell into a constant rhythm. She immediately began to snort again in shorter bursts as the heat of arousal spread through her groin. “Of, fuck!” she thought, “I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Ahhhhhh!” she moaned. Her petite orgasm rocked through her body and somehow the now sticky chew toy stayed in her mouth. Unable to move the remainder of her body, Christine rocked her head up and down, grunting like a pig, while retaining some control of her body during the enjoyable orgasm.

Unfazed by this first failure, Aaron brought his other hand up and commenced thumping simultaneously with both his left and right middle fingers. The digits pulsated against the woman's slithery sex in perfect unison. Aaron watched the sensitive flesh begin to jiggle in rhythm from the attack of the coordinating digits. He grinned as Christine's breath caught in her throat, triggering an uncontrolled hacking cough.

Christine had almost thrown up as her orgasm ended and the attacks against her cunt intensified unexpectedly, triggering the release of something in her throat that caused hacking spasms that almost tripped her reflex to vomit her air passage clear. Faint-headed and wheezing to regain her lost air, she was overwhelmed by the combination of stimulations; her fun and enjoyable orgasm exploded out of control and she lost herself in seemingly unending waves of pleasure that swept her being. When she returned to her senses, she groggily realized that the room was empty. The man that had worked behind her butt was now seated in a chair beside her staring intently at her helpless form, a topless club waitress kneeling beside him. She recognized from the bouncy D cups that it was Denise George. She knew that the bubbly twenty-three year old was a kinky piece of work that loved her job and would do anything for the hefty tips she got from grateful club patrons. Her eyes narrowed in realization and then she gasped in a raspy voice, “Fuck me! I've dropped the toy.”

Christine saw Denise look up with a predatory grin from where she was tying six-foot lines to the ends of the slimy chew toy. Her grin confirmed that Christine had indeed lost the contest. At the moment her least concern was about the one thousand dollars she had just lost. She watched with trepidation as the topless woman approached, huge hooters swaying. The warm breasts pushed against her shoulder and Christine felt the wet rawhide forced between her teeth once again. The waitress tugged hard on the lines, jamming the toy deep into her mouth, and then tying them off behind her head. Christine felt the lines lay down across her sweaty back where the waitress tied off the lines to her waist belt. As Christine watched the pleased brunette walk away with exaggerated hip motions, her head was brutally yanked back. She gurgled in pain and told herself, “Reins, … the bastard has me in a bit and is tugging on my reins.” The thought made her pussy clench at the humiliation of being treated like a naked mare, presented to her stud for breeding. The daydream was interrupted by relentless pressure against her fully lubricated cunt. “Ohhh,” she moaned aloud as a fat cockhead slipped past her labia and began to lip deep into her core. “Ahhh,” was her pleased moan as she realized that the man had a monster of a cock. “Yeth,” she spoke through her chew toy gag, indicating her pleasure at being mounted by her temporary Master.

When Denise slipped back into the room just five minutes later, Aaron was pounding deep into Christine's cunt with every bit of his strength and every ounce of his weight. She paused in admiration as his abdomen and balls made wet slapping sounds against the captive woman's body as he fucked into her like a demon. Without missing a beat, Aaron took an icy Pacifico Beer from her tray and guzzled it in one long swallow. He threw the empty bottle aside to fall into an empty couch and held out his hand. Denise was waiting and she slathered the man's hand with gobs of slippery sex lube.

Christine never even noticed that her exuberant lover was lubricating her asshole. The novice sub was still an anal virgin and she thought his fumbling was only to provide her extra stimulation. She was vaguely aware of the woman standing beside her; it added to her excitement to be bound and unable to avoid a sound fucking with a woman standing beside her. “Ahhh,” she cried as the chew toy pulled her head back even more savagely. “Hore!” she yelled though the gag. Christine felt the flush of increased sexual heat as she begged for more. Increasingly vocal, she cried, “Huck he hore! Harher!” as she tried to shout for more fucking and harder thrusts.

Just as Aaron felt pulsating waves of Christine's belly and vaginal muscles clenching around his hard-thrusting dick, he signaled to Denise, yanked his cock out, nestled his latex-sheathed plum-sized cockhead against her slippery anal sphincter, and jammed forward with all his might. His fucktoy shook wildly beneath him as his cock relentlessly sunk into her no longer virgin ass. Denise had simultaneously jammed both ice-packed hands hard against Christine's sagging tits, adding extra simulation to the fucking and throwing her over the edge. Aaron kept up long slithery strokes into her ass until he was sure she had passed out. Even unconscious, her body kept up its twitching movements as her orgasm continued.

Christine drifted slowly back to consciousness. Completely unaware of her whereabouts, she groggily attempted to capture a remembered memory of fantastic sex. Frustrated at her inability to regain the pleasure she had felt in her dream, she attempted to hunch over to bury both her hands in her pussy. The attempt to move instantly brought aches and pains from throughout her body to her attention and her eyes opened abruptly as she realized that it had not been a dream. This time she was tied spread-eagle on her back over a mattress hastily flung down on the floor of the dungeon chamber in the BDSM Club known as the Charity Room.

“Master, the horny cow is awake,” the respectfully kneeling topless waitress informed the muscular Master sitting beside her. “I think the little Piggie is ready to ‘Wriggle and Grunt' some more.” Christine's face had burned with shame as the woman repeated the shameful comments the mysterious Dom had made as he punished her sex into orgasm. The accusation “Ass-kissing snake,” popped into her mind as the brunette languidly stood and stretched before she bent forward to slip her wispy black panties from under her short black skirt. Christine stared lustfully, and with more than a little jealousy as the woman's remarkable breasts slightly bobbled about as the panties were tugged down to her feet. Christine then watched in open-eyed amazement as the woman stood directly over her and slowly lowered her funky pussy toward her face. Their eyes remained locked against one another as the waitress settled her weight down on the bound woman's face. Crinkly pubic hair covered her mouth and nose and then Christine's vision was blocked when the warm panties were laid across her eyes.

Aaron had knelt between the fucked-out woman's tied open legs and stroked his still-hard cock. He had been more than a little pleased that he had been able to fuck as long and as hard as he had without popping off in the amazingly tight pussy and decidedly virgin ass of his prize. He decided that only the anticipated fun to come had allowed him to hold off spurting a big load of jism. While Denise wriggled her pussy across Christine's mouth and nose, Aaron slipped down between her legs. His lips latched tightly over the federal agent's clitoris and he let his tongue loose to slurp around her dripping snatch. He grinned into the slimy hole when her hips arched up in an attempt to increase the stimulation. The view up the bound woman's chubby little tummy and between her too-soft tits toward Denise's tight little twenty-three-year-old ass was interesting. Still clad in her leather skirt, her widespread posture over Christine's face made the skirt creep up, offering tantalizing views of her winking asshole and the treasure beyond guarded by wispy brunette hair. If he wasn't so busy building a trap so he could potentially exploit a federal agent, he'd have jumped forward and fucked the top-heavy brunette atop the sweaty matronly-looking federal agent.

Instead, he'd reached forward to tap Denise on the shoulder and commanded, “Turn around the other way. I'll pass the pig's legs for you to hold under your arms. She can tongue your ass while I pound her holes.”

Christine's tongue had frozen halfway through its latest swabbing swath through the topless waitress' musky cunt at the man's gruff command. Her pussy clenched in need as his tongue left her and her hips rose fruitlessly to recapture his tongue all the while her brain was denying what was to happen next. Then things began to happen very quickly for the bound woman. The waitress hopped up and spun over her gaping mouth before settling down to seal it shut with her funky asshole. Christine reflexively licked up and then her tongue recoiled in disgust from the sour taste of shitty sweat surrounding the tight hole. Abruptly she felt an ankle freed before it was bent forward toward her own head. An arm tightly grasped her calf, locking her pussy open for view. Her second leg had joined the first. Christine knew that the new position raised her asshole up for use as well as her needy cunt. She shivered at the thought she had no choice which hole the man chose to use. The hips over her head shifted, locking the pussy once again over her mouth, and driving her nose up into the hairy cleft of the woman's asshole. Christine desperately fought for air as the woman forcefully ground down. The slobbering pussy above blunted her grunt of pain when a bar of steel slammed into her upthrust cunt. The very first jackhammer thrust raked the tip of the man's long cock directly over her ‘G' spot. Each successive thrust scraped across the same spot, prompting explosive bursts of stimulation. Unable to move anything to control, or even to slightly change, the man's fucking motions, Christine realized that he was using her as a piece of sexmeat. She could barely hear the sounds of slobbering kisses and moans above her. “That cunt is getting all his attention,” she complained. A particularly deep thrust that hit her cervix changed her tune. “Eiiii,” she had grunted, “I've, ... got, … the, … best, … part,” as she fought for breath between each of his vicious lunges against her cunt hole.

Aaron fondly remembered his wet lips, tongue, and teeth taking possession of the waitress' fat hooters while his hips plunged into the hot pussy below. Just before he came, he stretched his arms forward to clasp the sweaty hair of the federal agent. He yanked her head up into the younger woman's crotch and exploded into his condom. The helpless agent's belly muscles rippled and sucked every bit of jism out of his cock as her climax steamrolled over her. Only when he felt the spasms relax did he roll off, dragging Denise with him. Christine had passed out again, both from sexual overload and the beginning of asphyxiation. Finished with the bedraggled federal employee, he and Denise straightened their clothing before walking out of the Charity Room. Aaron's final questioning thought as the door clicked shut behind him was, “I wonder how long it will be before Miss Wriggle and Grunt realizes how much this night has cost her; financially, professionally, and in terms of loss of control over her life?”

--- To Be Continued ---

 

Author: Desert Dog ****** E-Mail: Desertlickingdog at yahoo dot com

 

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