An Inquisitive Federal Agent

An Inquisitive Federal Agent

East Coast Slaver Organization Story - XII

Chapter 07 – Lost Opportunity (or Betrayed)

Aaron Clarke the Miami-based slaver was on a quest and he was primed for revenge. He was riding the freight elevator up into the condominium building toward a cheating cunt named Gloria Waters. Time was critical since Aaron had been told by the private investigator he'd hired that Gloria and her lover, banker Alexander Warren, were planning on taking a powder – running for a Caribbean hideaway with their loot.

Getting upstairs from the parking garage had been easy. Dale Brown, Aaron's P.I., had been in the building the week before when he took the opportunity to borrow the freight elevator from the lax doorman after claiming he was helping a friend move furniture into the building. Dale had simply taken the key to a hardware store and gotten it copied before returning it to the unsuspecting doorman.

Aaron confirmed that the security camera in the elevator was still broken. “Thanks, Dale,” Aaron thought, “this makes it much easier.” On the eleventh floor, Dale slipped out into the hall. He was safely at the end of a corridor and hidden behind the protection of a wide ornamental column that helped block the elevator doors from any residents using the hallway. Gloria's condo was just two doors down.

Gloria's condo door opened and a man crouched down in the doorway. “Probably jamming the door open,” Aaron thought. He watched the man in blue coveralls back out of the condo with a dolly stacked high with cardboard moving boxes. Aaron waited until the man's partner began to back out with another dolly before he stepped into the middle of the hall. Aaron walked steadily and purposefully toward the two men. When Gloria came out after the second mover, the slaver wasn't sure that the capture attempt was going to work out.

She was telling the men to be careful with this last load as she followed along behind them. When she asked how long the drive to deliver the boxes would take, both men stopped in the middle of the hall and looked back at Gloria. Even with the door propped wide open, the two men had too good a view of the door for Aaron to chance ducking inside. With a muttered curse, he stepped past the doorway and continued toward the regular elevator landing.

Aaron kept a watchful eye out for an opportunity to dart back and get into the condominium. It was no use; both movers watched Gloria's tightly clad ass as it twitched on the way back to her door. She was inside and the door latched before the movers turned away with their last loads.

The slaver was contemplating returning to the door and either knocking or picking the lock. The ding of an arriving elevator broke his concentration and he composed himself to face whoever was coming to the eleventh floor.

Gloria closed her condo door and locked it with shaking hands. “Gotta focus girl,” she muttered. “Alexander can't have figured out anything is wrong yet. It was only after I got home that I remembered the fucking movers would be here. Thank god! Else, they would have called Alexander and complained about nobody being here to let them inside. I had hoped to shower, change clothes, grab my packed bags and be gone hours ago.”

She shimmied out of the wrinkled skirt and left it in the middle of the living room alongside her heels. The jacket with dark sweat stains under the armpits was flung atop her bed and the ruined blouse landed on the cold tile floor beside the shower. As the shower water warmed up, Gloria squatted in place and gingerly stuck two fingers up her greasy vagina to snag the ruined red silk panties. With a snort of disgust, Gloria threw the panties on the floor beside the toilet and slipped through the shower door. “Ahhh,” she sighed, “a chance to get clean at last.” The soapy cloth felt wondrously soothing as it washed away the grime, especially the crusty residue at her crotch and along her upper thighs. Feeling much refreshed, Gloria grabbed a towel and walked back into her bedroom, still dripping water and leaving wet footprints in her luxurious carpet. She squeezed the towel against her sore breasts in an attempt to massage away some of the pain.

Humming with delight at finally getting back to making progress on her escape, Gloria swept open her closet door and collapsed with a shriek. “My clothes are gone,” she moaned as she surveyed a closet devoid of all contents, except for a few lonely hangers and some trash on the floor. “The bags, … my packed bags are gone too.” She staggered to her feet and wrapped the towel protectively about herself. With clear desperation, Gloria lunged toward her dresser. Predictably, it too was empty. With a whimper of hope, Gloria leapt back toward her washer and dryer in the hall to see if anything dirty in her laundry basket had been overlooked. It had also been emptied; not a panty, bra, or any scrap of clothing was in her condo except for the filthy items she had just discarded in the livingroom, bedroom, and bathroom.

The doorbell rang.

Gloria moaned in despair. The wet towel landed beside her to be kicked into the washroom floor with a curse. Boobs and tasty ass jiggling, she hopped over to her wrinkled skirt and twisted about wildly to begin dragging it up her legs in a maneuver that would have left any man watching with an achingly stiff dick. She had difficulty getting the rank skirt past her wet hips and she lurched about crazily as she headed for her jacket. She slipped it on and scurried out of her bedroom as she buttoned the jacket up, a job made more difficult by her boobs that bounced about as she hurried gracelessly to the front door.

The doorbell rang again.

Gloria didn't even glance at herself in the decorative mirror mounted in her entry; she knew she was a sight with no makeup on and her wet hair dribbling water down the back of her jacket. Expecting the movers with some final paperwork, she opened the door.

“Cleaners, ma'am,” a heavyset blonde man in gray coveralls announced. He stepped one foot inside the entry and held out a clipboard. “You are Gloria Waters?” he asked.

Gloria had been totally focused on her plans for escape; the interruption was unexpected and threw her for a loop. She wasn't going to have any more delays. She peered up at the man that was a big as a refrigerator and snapped, “I didn't order any cleaners!”

The hulk slipped past Gloria, gently nudging her aside. He turned back and whispered, “The man who hired us said to mention something about ‘scented panties.' He said that you'd understand.”

Gloria backed a few steps into her condo in confusion as the blonde's partner, a wiry black-haired rodent of a man with a scar across his cheek, stepped inside as well, placing Gloria squarely in the middle of the two strangers. She had time to notice that he was wearing matching gray coveralls and pulled a two-wheeled cart loaded with boxes and a heavy duffle. Then, the door clicked shut, loud in the awkward silence.

“Where's the master bathroom?” the heavyset blonde asked.

As Gloria turned automatically to point the way, she felt something pass over her head. The next instant, Gloria's tender neck exploded in pain as a garrote tightened and pulled her head and shoulders back against the wiry man's chest. Gloria's heart felt like it was exploding in fear. Before she could blink, the heavyset man turned toward her and buried his fist in her belly. Gloria collapsed to the floor and emptied her stomach all over the tile floor in the entry vestibule, the garrote loosened up but remained about her neck like a leash.

The man Gloria thought of as The Ferret yanked her jacket down her back, pinning her arms against her side. Still gagging, the garrote pulled her upright once again. Gloria glimpsed a wide smile on the man she thought of as ‘The Refrigerator' as his open fist exploded against her cheek. She fell again, this time tasting blood from where her inner cheek tore against her teeth. The line about her neck tightened once again and Gloria ended up on her knees, swaying about dizzily. She realized that she was going into shock; the pain seemed farther away with each pounding pulse in her temples. The Refrigerator locked eyes with her and Gloria saw his widespread arms clap together.

The blonde ‘cleaner's' powerful swing brought both fists simultaneously against the outside of her jutting breasts, mashing them together with dreadful pain. Gloria finally got a gurgling shriek past her bleeding lips before she collapsed once again. Her stomach clenched with dry heaves as she tried unsuccessfully to empty herself once again.

The cheating escrow manager was only dimly aware of the burning sensation across her upper thighs and ass as she was dragged helplessly across her carpeted livingroom.

Each of the ‘cleaners' had grabbed one of her feet and hauled her toward her bed at a fast walk, her skirt hiked up above her ass exposing the bare skin to carpet burn. They were each eager to begin their fun. The two twisted men worked for the same drug cartel that paid Alexander Waters to launder their funds. Alexander had intended all along to have his lover killed; taking the fall for his illegal activity and leaving him clear to find other venues for laundering the millions flowing into the drug cartel's hands. Because of a nosy Treasury Department investigator, Gloria was going to have a very fatal accident in her expensive condominium. The happy expression on the men's faces was due to their plans for Gloria's last hours on earth.

When the elevator door had dinged open, Aaron stood aside to let the two workmen enter the hallway. He immediately noticed that the men were out of place. First, they should have taken the very same service elevator that he used to get to the eleventh floor. Second, while one workman did have a tool bag in hand, his other arm and hand were occupied with a dolly laden with boxes and a black duffle bag; the load seemed to be a heavy one. Lastly, each of the men wore dress shoes below their coveralls instead of more practical work boots. Without looking, he knew the two men were going to Gloria Waters' condominium. “She's fucked,” he hissed to himself, “and I don't know how to exploit this.” Aaron was reluctant to shoot the men in the public hallway and then try to force his way into Gloria's place. He sighed and wrote her off as a candidate for the painslut role in Kandy 's upcoming films. The elevator door shut and he belatedly pushed the button for the garage level where his car was. “At least I got my money back,” he thought.

Gloria groggily became aware that she was widely stretched belly-up on her bed. Her mouth was stuffed with something that felt like wads of cloth. She could still taste the metallic twang of blood in her mouth around her swollen tongue. She yanked hard on her limbs and groaned at the painful tugging on her wrists and ankles. Weakly, she raised her head and observed that wraps of a thin nylon rope tied her extremities. Her hands and feet were already turning a pale blue from the tightness of the bondage. Neither man was in sight, although, Gloria could hear them moving about and doing something in her bathroom. Tears had already run down her cheeks and Gloria knew her eyes were puffy and nearly swollen shut.

The big man came back into the bedroom and stood at Gloria's feet. She thought his eyes were locked greedily on her pussy as he deliberately unzipped his coveralls. “He's wearing a suit underneath?” she wondered. She shuddered as the hulking brute continued to undress, carefully folding each item of clothing and setting them on her favorite leather reading chair. His bulky muscles rippled as he moved, a sight Gloria would have found lustfully mesmerizing under other circumstances. The sight of his groin elicited a wheezing gasp through her nostrils. “God, have mercy on my soul!” Gloria thought, desperately resorting to a religious prayer for the first time in years. “That cock belongs on a donkey!” The cock drew her interest so intently that Gloria never even noticed that the only item of clothing remaining on his muscular form was a sheath knife held against his calf by black Velcro straps.

The Refrigerator's massive dick was still only half-hard. It stiffened a little as he picked up a heavy two-inch leather strop he'd placed on the chair while he undressed. His eyes flickered appreciatively over the captive beauty's body; it was a clean canvas begging to be painted upon. “Gloria,” he whispered, “I'm going to warm you up a little before we start. Then, when you're nice and limp, I'm gonna jam my cock up your ass.” The four-foot strop whistled through the air as he spun theatrically and then rapidly twisted his shoulders toward her form, the oiled leather thumped against her torso, leaving a three-foot weal of reddened skin diagonally from shoulder to hip. Her right breast had been perfectly bisected by the brutal blow.

The impact drove the breath out of Gloria, snot and blood spurted from her nose across her chest as her lungs were forcefully emptied. The world spun crazily and Gloria was finally able to shriek her pain faintly into the wadding filling her mouth. Her tormentor's free hand stroked his cock, it had grown to a semi-erect length of ten inches. It was already fatter around than the man's large hand could encompass. “Hop, hop!” she tried to shriek. “Hanyhang, hanyhang!” She couldn't bargain with the gag in place. Tears of pain and fear flooded her eyes. She watched the man release his cock to resume his two-handed grip on the awful length of leather.

He spun again in place like an Olympic hammer thrower and he once again threw his entire body weight behind the flailing leather. It struck her opposite shoulder and cut diagonally again to her unmarked hip.

Gloria howled again as the worst pain she'd ever felt in her life returned. Before she could fully recover, the strop hit both her breasts in one terrible blow. This time, Gloria couldn't regain her breath and she started to gag. Mercifully, the man pulled the thick plug of cloth out of her mouth and she gasped in mouthfuls of needed air. His tongue took possession of her mouth and the stench of his breath mixed with the tangy blood still weeping from the inside of her cheek. Before Gloria could recover her wits, the sopping wad of cloth was brutally stuffed back in. Gloria saw that his cock had now swollen to what had to be twelve inches of wrist-thick meat topped with a fat knob at least as round about as a soda can.

Gloria longed to look at her breasts which felt as if they'd burst like melons at the last direct strike; she didn't have the strength to get her head up far enough to see. Then, a rapid series of blows struck her across her thighs, hitting her thrice before the fourth blow took the remainder of her breath away when it struck fully across her pubic mound. Fortunately for Gloria, her prominent hipbones absorbed much of the blow, protecting the gateway to her pussy. Her howls of agony brought more smiles of pleasure to her tormentor.

The next round of blows covered her legs from toes to knees, eliciting more muffled shrieks of anguish. The pain was now never ending; the punishing strop had overloaded most of the nerves on the front of her body below her neck. Gloria never felt her feet cut free from the ropes restraining them. The bending of her lower body up over her torso added only a slight discomfort compared to the pain she was already undergoing. The nudging of something huge against her pussy brought her attention back to her ordeal.

“Ho, … ho! Hop!” she yelled as best she could into the gag. The grimacing visage of her rapist was only inches away from her face and she had no strength in her legs to resist him. The pressure increased from a dull pushing to a fierce pain as his cock's head battered its way to just inside her cunt. The situation was too overwhelming for Gloria to realize that she was being pussy raped and her ass was, as yet, untouched.

Gloria felt a wet, warm liquid around her pussy and she thought the man's huge erection had torn her wide-open to loose a flow of blood. The ripping ordeal continued as the man's full weight came to bear to deepen his possession of her defenseless cunt. Unknown to Gloria, his cock was only halfway in; just six inches of awesome fuckmeat were buried in her vaginal sheath. Gloria felt her ass rising up as his cock attempted to withdraw; she'd had enough sex to realize that the next plunge would shatter her soul with the painful thrust. She had no means of taking a deep preparatory breath; his expected lunge came brutally hard and his now slippery cock bottomed out against her cervix. She howled at the pain rocking the entrance to her womb. Once again the cock withdrew in a long sucking action that tugged at her guts. “Hep!” she tried to yell as the man's weight hit her bent over form hard enough to stress her back to the breaking point. The fist-sized cockhead thumped again at the ring of tissue protecting her womb.

The Refrigerator began to batter his cock again and again into her pussy. The sight of the frothy blood and female sex lube bubbling around his cock brought a final bit of blood into his cock, engorging it as nothing but torturing beautiful and unsuspecting cunts could do. He knew he still had three inches of fuckstick to go before he was home free. The feeling of his cockhead banging against her loosening cervix brought a grin of triumph to his face. “Almost there,” he muttered to Gloria's tortured looking face. Finally, he grunted with satisfaction as his battering finally defeated the gateway to her womb and his cockhead grated its way inside. “Yess,” he hissed, “that's what I'm talking about.” He enjoyed the feeling of his pubic bone grinding tightly against his victim; it was a feeling he was only able to enjoy when he was torturing pussy because local Miami escorts and whores had long since passed the word around that his cock and rough style of sex destroyed any cunt he attacked.

Gloria couldn't believe the pain between her legs. It felt like a baseball bat had been jammed from her pussy to her throat, ripping open her belly like a gutted animal at slaughter. Fearfully, she began to realize that she wasn't going to survive her ordeal at the hands of these men. “Alexander did this,” she told herself bitterly. “He must have planned it before I found out about his money laundering.” The betrayal hurt and Gloria realized that she'd been a complete fool.

When her cervix opened up and let her rapist's cock into her womb, roaring pain surged through her body. “Oh, God!” she moaned repetitiously to herself, “he's pinching my clit as well. Stop, … oh, please! Stop.”

Her rapist paid no attention to her piteous moans. Instead, he moved carefully now, he needed to begin to stir his cock around without his cockhead popping free from her womb. Long experience with bareback rape of cunts like Gloria had taught him that too much popping in and out of a womb would rip the tender edges at the base of the bulbous knob of his prodigious cock. “Fucking amazing,” he grunted as the round knob remained seated in her womb while the rest of his cock pole began to rotate in slowly increasing circles. His hips controlled the punishment his long cock was now inflicting on the entire length of her womanhood. Before he was finished, The Refrigerator would widen her sheath in such a manner that even if she were to survive, it would take surgery and long rounds of therapy to tighten her cunt and make it supple enough that Gloria and a male lover could enjoy traditional sex. The ‘cleaner' could care less; he knew that before dawn this latest prey would be nothing more than headlines shouting another tragic death.

The sensation of locked groins, his pubic hair grating against her own coarse growth on her cuntal mount, was invigorating; he wished it would last forever. Torturing and killing men in inventive fashions was good, but nothing beat the thrill of beating and raping a woman. Wives and daughters were the best, especially if the husband or father was forced to witness the job. The killer loved his profession. Soon, though, it was time to move on and let his partner have his fun with the doomed bitch.

Gloria was slowly becoming more lucid as she recovered from the intense whipping. By now, her hands were completely numb and the painful throb from the nerves throughout the rest of her body had faded to the background as the rapist concentrated on her poor pussy. Whatever damage he'd done deep inside her belly had stopped its intense level of hurting as well. She was mostly aware of a tugging and burning sensation as the huge cock rotated about, stretching and dragging her outer lips as it moved. The overbearing weight of her rapist was centered upon and grating across her poor clit. Her favorite sex organ simultaneously radiated heat and pain as the rape continued. The rest of her sex organs, especially her ‘G-spot', were deadened from sensation.

As the circular thrusting of her rapist kept going, Gloria realized that she was unconsciously trying to move her hips in soft counter-fucking motions in unison with her rapist. Horrified, she tried to stop. It was no use, her pleasure-starved body wanted relief before it died. A part of Gloria changed forever at the moment she accepted her pending death and decided to do what her body was telling her. She took a long, bubbly intake of breath through her nostrils and used every bit of remaining strength to rotate her hips counter to his, drastically increasing the grating on her clit. She took a long shuddering of breath, and she continued, shamed but full of lust.

The killer poised above her battered body smiled in real pleasure. “This is one of the few,” he thought with wonder. “Finally, another one to cum with me, even knowing she is going to die.” Shrewdly understanding that the timing was right, he tugged the slimy cloth gag out and bent his mouth to her ear. His hands took possession of her breasts. Ready, … he started to whisper in her ear as he kneaded her meaty hooters and began to more gently skewer her bloody cunt. “You feel the heat, Gloria? It's hot down there and it feels sooo good.” He stopped to chew and suck on her neck, also pulling her tit mounds around under his chest by their fat nipples. “Nice body, cunt! Slim little aristocratic neck, … fat succulent tittie bags, … narrow waist, … wide hips meant only for fucking, … and a pussy that's mighty fine. That's it, … push back against me, … make it better for both of us. Nice!” He was more than satisfied with her response; it gave him the incentive to extend his pleasure in order to milk the final orgasm her body would ever feel. “Gloria,” he teased, “I can feel that twat of yours pulsating around my dick. Yes, … only a hot-blooded slut can fuck me like you are. Gloria, are you a good slut? Are you going to cum? Can you feel it building up inside you?”

Gloria heard the man's taunting words and took a long shuddering intake of breath through her open mouth, partially reviving her weakened body. She knew the sex was heating up for him as well. That knowledge fueled her weakening frame to even stronger swiveling against his rotating cock. The heat at her clit intensified. An orgasm was building and Gloria was certain that it might be the best of her life. She nourished the impending orgasm and began to breathe quicker, gasping for oxygen to fuel her sex engine. She was close.

The Refrigerator was close as well. He had a decision to make; cum with the doomed bitch that was wriggling about on his sex spear like a freshly hooked fishing worm, or tear her nipples off just instants before her orgasm, denying her another forever. He was just deciding on the latter when his traitorous cock began to weep just a drop of jism. “Oh, fuck!” he muttered into Gloria's ear. “Bitch, you're draining me!”

Gloria took that as her cue. Her entire vaginal sheath began to convulse with the most powerful orgasm of her life, almost as if the strength of her sexual satisfaction could overcome her awful predicament. In the midst of her orgasm, she felt her boobs being squeezed and her nipples stretched with pain. Somehow, the sensation added to her explosion of pleasure. She had energy for one loud, “Yes! Fuck me you bastard!” before she fell back on her soaked comforter, senseless except for the orgasm still twitching through her groin.

The killer pulled his softening cock out with an audible plop and stared in lust at Gloria's swollen sex. It was still convulsing with a life of its own; his fresh jism oozing from the hole. The cloth that had been gagging her mouth was used as an impromptu rag to wipe his dick clean and to wipe the worst of the bloody jism off her cunt. The Refrigerator wasn't finished yet. He turned to the bag The Ferret had thrown on the bed and rummaged through it until he found his cock sheath; the sight of the evil thing was enough to make his dick twitch in anticipation of round two. He could only slip his fuckmeat into the sheath when it was half-hard like it was now. The design was his own; the sheath was really an open cylinder so that his entire cock head stuck through, giving him skin-to-skin contact with the sex hole he was destroying. The remainder of the sheath only added a little over a half-inch of rubber coating, all the way around his fat cock, not counting the half-inch nubbins that peppered the entire sheath with their spike-like protrusions. The added two inches of diameter made his fuckrod into a dangerous weapon. His cock was already swelling with anticipation, locking itself tightly within the sheath.

Gloria's legs had relaxed, opening in a frog-like manner and giving him much better access to her sex. Ready, he wasted no time, drawing each knee up high in the air, and eagerly setting the knob on the end of his cock back at her puffy and slimy hole.

Gloria felt the cock thump in halfway; she screeched in painful protest, blessedly happy that at least her mouth was open so that she could breathe as the unimaginable pain returned to her sex. Her cunt sheath woke up at the grating passage of the rubber fingers on the side of the cock. “Oh, … it hurts so much,” she mumbled through puffy lips, “please, no more.” She knew something was very different about this fucking as soon as the hulking brute sprawled across her body began to pump his way into her; out two inches, in three, … out two inches, in three, … out two inches, in three, … until finally, he was once again seated with his cock head inside her womb.

The man's greedy mouth attacked the side of her neck. Gloria felt his slobbery lips and nipping teeth pull at the tender flesh below her ear. “Better than kissing,” was her thought. Then, as the bristly log in her cunt began to slowly rock back and forth, she realized that this time something was roughly stimulating every inch of her sensitive inner pussy walls. “He's so heavy on my clitoris,” she whispered. A particularly hard grinding of his pubic bone upon hers told her that she'd spoken that aloud. His whisper back of, “Oh, … yes, Gloria. You are a good fuck, a nice little whore,” brought another wave of humiliation that she'd orgasmed so hard during her own brutal rape. “Maybe I am a whore? Maybe I do deserve this?” were her gut-wrenching self-questions, doubting her worthiness of anything except her awful fate.

The Refrigerator was gentler this time for four reasons. First, he wanted his second fuck to last as long as possible; he knew that he'd have to wait for a long time before he had the chance to fuck something as luscious as this twenty-nine-year-old redhead. Second, he thought there was a chance to get the doomed bitch to cum at least one more time, and that was something worth watching. Third, he knew that before he spurted, he'd speed up his fuck pace and rip her cunt to bloody shreds. Lastly, he didn't really want to have to do any of the grunt work his partner was doing in the bathroom.

His fucking was focused only on keeping one hundred percent contact between their pubic bones. The body thrusts he made against her were miniscule fucking motions backed up by his full weight, everything grated directly on her pubic bone. From long practice, he knew that the rubber fingers on his cock sheath were now rubbing against her insides, in a manner not completely painful and not completely pleasurable. “The bitch should start getting real confused about now,” he thought with a grin. When he heard a grunt of what could be pleasure escape his victim's lips, he knew she was going to get randy again. “It's a shame you aren't mine,” he whispered in Gloria's ear, “I'd have fun beating and fucking you every day. The thing is, … I bet you'd like it. You're a natural pain slut. Yes, … keep it up baby. What a natural, … prime pulsating pussy here. You belong in a whorehouse south of the border, … somewhere that real men could keep that pussy primed and ready for big dicks like mine.”

The killer pulled his softening cock out with an audible plop and stared in well-satisfied lust at Gloria's ruined sex. It was still convulsing with a life of its own as her body betrayed her once again with an orgasm. Foamy blood mixed with white jism seeped out of her shredded hole. He looked up her whipped torso to her wide-open eyes, staring emptily into the distance.

He took a brand new digital camera from his leather tool bag and began to record the damage done to Gloria Waters' body, beginning with her bruised face, battered nose and eyes, and her puffy lips. Gloria's eyes were almost swollen shut from the tears that had been flowing almost non-stop since her beating and rape began. The close-up of her gaping, shredded cunt was particularly gruesome. “Bitch,” he muttered to his insensate prey, “your lover is gonna enjoy these. His only regret will be that he was too busy fucking his own wife to help us ruin your body before you're snuffed out.”

Satisfied at the completeness of her mind and body rape, he slipped off the bed, thanking God for his incredible life and his amazing cock.

--- To Be Continued ---

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