TASKFORCE

TASKFORCE

Chapter 33

Wanting a story, promising to be discreet, he knows not to trust her, after all, she’s a bitch, aren’t they all.  Still, she is a good looking bitch with nice tits, and of course thinking with his dick, he decides give her a chance not to screw him, hopefully figuratively not literally, so he gives her some bullshit just to see where it all goes.  To piss him off for some reason, she even adds a little more in the next edition about the poor bastards and their women, dead and missing, all just speculative but possibly damaging if tied together by anyone with a brain.  When suggesting a certain detective is involved in the case in a round about way after promising not too, deciding to stifle the mounting flames, he acts unconcerned with her boarder-line backstabbing and decides to reel her in.  One good thing about his personal emotions, lying cunts are a dime a dozen.

Playing her like a violin, acting as if everything’s cool, he advises her of a BDSM club run by a Madam/Dominatrix involving some prominent local people at an exclusive estate.  Telling her he needs to really get inside, use someone not known to even other cops, maybe this decimated family was involved in it, then again possibly not.  Letting her think she can help break a huge story, who knows, possibly a Pulitzer even if everything all falls into place, he has her prepare, research a few days for the role of being a Dominatrix herself, helping infiltrate the organization, and then being able to break the story.  Thinking the estate’s a legal front for the underground organization, she can’t resist his offer to play undercover cop with him.

Pounding the computer, researching the depths of the sadomasochistic lifestyle, understanding that she would have to be able to pull off being a real life Dominatrix, and most importantly not allowing a single word of the sting operation to leak out at all due to security, she eagerly accepts the challenge knowing even though he might be a little crazy, he’s still a hell of an undercover cop that can protect her.           

Finally the night arrives.  On the way to the estate, rehearsing her involvement over and over with her, making sure she’ll participate in some of the less graphic acts somewhat if needed, maybe even a second or even third trip may be necessary, he’s satisfied he has her in the frame of mind needed.  Parking at the foot of the entrance, he glances across at the look on her face, her widening eyes behind her heavily applied makeup and with the obvious expression at the last second of not believing she’s actually doing this, especially dressed like this.  Stepping around the ’67 Corvette, allowing a valet behind the wheel, he steps beside her, already assisted out by another valet.

       “Well Demi… Ready for that story you want so badly?”  Nodding toward her, using the pet name he’s tagged her with since their first meeting; he can just visualize what she’s going to be going through before the night’s done.  Glancing at her outfit, all black, form fitting, virtually a match for the classic ‘Vampira’ dress of the fifties spoof, the long split revealing her thigh with the black stilettos and chocker collar to match her long dark, straight hair, she certainly fits the mold.  Fuck, the house’s Mistress will certainly be back in her ‘Dyke’ mode when she sees this outfit, he thinks to himself, after all, she picked it out herself when they thought up this scam together! 

       “Yea… Yes… This place looks… Looks like something out of a storybook alright!”  She finally answers while still glancing around, taking in the atmosphere while reflexively crossing an arm across her plunging neckline, obviously not that comfortable with her disguise.

       “Hey… Remember where you’re at!... What you’re doing!”  He scolds.  “And who you’re supposed to be… Dom’s don’t conceal themselves… They have confidence… Now push that chest out there… Stand straight… Walk like you mean business… You’re fucking undercover… Don’t blow it girl!”  He rasps as they glance up the hillside, the number of steps to the front foyer, at the mingling group of well dressed people already present.  “Remember… Just stick to the basics we’ve discussed… The least said, the better the results.”  He adds as he gently presses her shoulder back, drops his hand away as she hesitantly thrusts her chest outward, the hollowing between her breasts separating the firm globes beneath the clinging material of the flowing gown as her shoulders arch back.

       “That’s better.”  He nods as he can see just the outline of the tanned curve of an areola, the silhouette of its nipple pressing against the plunging material.  Feeling his dick getting harder, beginning their walk up the steps, past the vacant posts to either side, he thinks, damn, she’d shit if she saw what’s usually mounted up on those for the ‘normal’ get-togethers with this fucking group.

       Reaching the top step, the double doors opened, the doorperson again a female motioning them in, they enter the foyer.  “Remember.”  He nudges her as he leans toward her ear.  “The sub missives are willing participants… Don’t act surprised… And for Christ’s sake… don’t act disgusted or nervous… Just follow my leads and don’t change expressions… Keep a stern look on that pretty face… Just try to simulate what you’ve researched for the past few nights to prepare for this… Remember… You’re a Dominatrix tonight!... Fucking act like it… Okay?”

       Glancing around the room, the last time most everyone’s eyes were drawn to him and his submissive, now just a few token glances from the group of Dom’s and Masters.  Obviously pre-advised by the Mistress, they know to keep low key, not to interfere with her private little games.  Approached by another of the Estate’s employees, properly attired, stoic and immaculate, he nods while pointing toward a closed room off to the side.  Following his lead, stepping past the dozen or so guests, they part as he taps on the door, opens it.  Stepping back a step, another nod, he shuts the door behind the pair as they face the Mistress, and her submissive kneeling at her side.

       “Glad you could accept my invitation.”  She smiles, glancing past him, toward his companion.  “Glad you could find time to come with him as his guest Mistress…..?”

       “Demi.”  He butts in.  “Mistress… Demi.”

          Stepping toward them, an obviously expensive diamond studded leash in her hand connected to the choker collar on the kneeling girl, he watches the familiar submissive follow along on her knees, her hands cuffed up behind her neck, otherwise naked.  Seeing her milky flesh, flawless, her waist now appearing, if possible, no more then eighteen inches, its obvious she’s remaining a pet project for the Mistress.

       Stepping within a couple feet of Demi, she glances her over with obvious approval as he catches a mischievous glint in her eye while she slowly steps behind her and gives a subtle nod.  “Well… My I call you “D” and leave off the formality?... You see… I’m the Mistress of the house and it would just be so much easier.”

       Glancing toward him, feeling the girl’s shoulder brush across her hip while being led on her knees past her on the leash, Demi follows his quick nod and answers in a flat tone.  “Yes… Yes that’s fine.”

       “Well then… Good… Then that’s settled.”  The Mistress smiles toward him, still positioned behind the reporter, obviously pleased.  “Then meet my playtoy… She’s going to be assisting us with a little exhibition later… Aren’t you dear?”

       Turning, glancing into the girl’s face, Demi realizes she’s quite pretty but still just a teenager.  Noticing the faintest of discolored stripes crisscrossing her milky flesh, her heart picks up a beat as she realizes it’s also all for real.  She also realizes the treatment the girl obviously receives. 

       “Go ahead… I’d like your opinion of those breasts!”  The Mistress offers before glancing down toward the girl.  “Go ahead… Be polite to our company… Ask her to use those titties like you’ve been trained to ask!”

       Watching the girl glance down toward her breasts as she thrusts them further outward, Demi can feel her own face flushing at the sight of the swaying breasts just in front of her, along with the girl’s response.  “Please accept my request to use my titties any way you desire… They’re offered for your pleasure.”

       Hesitantly glancing toward him, toward the Mistress, finally taking his nodding lead, she reaches out, cups the girl’s left breast in her right hand, almost jerking it away, she feels the warmth of the firm globe, the hardness of the puffy pink nipple as it presses into her palm.

       “Pinch it … Like this!”  The Mistress smiles as she reaches out, pinches, tugs the girl’s right nipple, forcing her to arch upward with just the slightest of a whimper.  “Give it a good pinch between your nails… She wants to feel the attention… She enjoys the pain now…. Go ahead.”  Letting loose, stepping back a step, she makes a point of keeping her eye on Demi’s hand, the girl’s other breast.  “Well?... Go ahead… You obviously know how!... You have my permission to abuse my slave.”

       Trying her best to play along, barely pinching, feeling the soft, yet firm nub of the girl’s nipple flattening between her thumbnail and fingernail, still feeling her own face flushing, embarrassed knowing the woman and him are watching her every movement, she almost has to force herself to continue.  Hearing the girl’s subtle moan as her fingernails pinch inward a little deeper, feeling sympathy for her, yet twisting a little harsher, tugging firmer, never having felt another woman’s breast before, she also feels something foreign to her own emotions, something strange in the pit of her stomach as the warm, sensitive flesh melds between her fingertips, the almost sensual pleasure of causing the naked girl’s body to noticeably quiver, respond.  Wanting to let go, feeling awkward, a flashing glance toward his quick nod and sternly frowning eyes urging her on and she forces herself to continue as if it’s just a normal thing with her.

       “Cup her other breast… Feel how firm… How succulent those teenage breasts are on that girl.”  The Mistress adds, still standing behind her back, glancing with a flash of a knowing smile toward him as she’s sure he’s obviously enjoying the whole fucking show.  “I know you want too… To explore her youthful, naked body with your fingertips… To enjoy the power over her to do whatever you desire with her!”

       Not quite as hesitant, but taking a noticeable deep breath first, reaching out with her other hand, she cups the free breast.  Palming, twisting, the sensation in her fingertips, even her palms seem hard for her to comprehend.  Not wanting to glance at his stare again, it’s also almost as the dress she’s wearing, the atmosphere of the room, the mansion, all leads to emotions she’s had no idea she was capable of feeling.  Pinching a little firmer, twisting a little fuller, watching the girl’s eyes remaining lowered in front of her even as her body lifts on her knees, even the soft, faint whimpers seem to send conflicting messages to her brain, even physically between her thighs.

       “Lift her up by her breasts… Enjoy their fullness, caress them… Then have her bend over until her elbows touch the floor above her head.”  The Mistress suggests, almost orders.  “Have her spread for you.”

       Tweaking the nipples, barely having to lift upwards, the girl seems to follow the Mistress’ command herself, rises up off her knees and allows her breasts to be manipulated as she stares toward the floor.  Quietly turning on her own as Demi finally lets her fingers slip away, bending, folding herself forward into an almost impossible position except for the most of agile bodies, her butt cheeks part as her thighs spread.  Legs perfectly straight, the tight rim of her rectum, puckered, glistens above the inverted slit of her spread vagina raising straight upward with the nub of her clitoris barely visible from the tight flap of her clit-hood as she maintains her pose.

       “Go ahead… Inspect her vagina, her anus… Probe ‘em… Spank them if you want too!”  The Mistress smiles as she again positions herself behind Demi, beside him.  “Spread those pussylips… Enjoy yourself with my sex-slave.”  She adds as she not so discreetly gently squeezes the bulge in the crotch of his trousers.

       Feeling the warmth again crossing her face as she stares down at the girl’s raised butt, her gapping slit, never this close to another woman’s naked body being exposed so obscenely, keeping her head lowered herself, she’s incontrovertibly drawn toward the girl’s most private anatomy, completely shaven, as smooth as an adolescent’s.  Trying to hide her blush; she gingerly slips her left hand across the girl’s rounded butt cheek as she lets the fingers of her right hand slide into the spread crack, across the moist, soft flesh of the girl’s circling labium.

Again the stirring deep inside the pit of her own stomach, the twitching between her thighs, she can’t help comparing the feel to the only other vagina she’s ever touched, her own.  Slipping a tip of a finger, a couple tips into the moist slit a knuckle deep, sensing the warm flesh quiver against her fingertips, the exposed orifice even tighter then her own, she can actually see the rippling reaction of the contracting sphincter muscles between the spread rounded mounds of the girl’s butt cheeks.  Brushing her thumb across the nub of the girl’s clit, it also visibly swells above the stretching orifice spreading around three inserted fingers, now two knuckles deep.

       Automatically slipping her dampened fingers slowly in and out, feeling her own parting lips drying as she breathes through her mouth, she lets the tip of her tongue swipe softly back and forth across her mouth in sequence with her manipulating fingers between the girl’s butt cheeks.  The sensation’s somehow comparable, she realizes, but then again somehow different as when she finds the times to masturbate herself.  Yet, she finds her own thighs pressing together, her own breathing becoming labored, her vagina tingling, almost aching to also be touched as she senses the girl’s body involuntarily yet appreciatively responding to the touching, the curling fingers circling inside her quivering vagina.  Pressing on, now disregarding her private audience, her own breasts rising, lowering with each breath in her confining dress, nibbling at her lower lip, she feels her free hand cupping, squeezing the girl’s but cheek as her manipulating fingers borrow even deeper inside the moist, responding orifice while rotating back and forth in unison.  The butt cheeks quivering, the girl’s legs trembling, Demi slides her thumb back and forth across the swollen nub of the girl’s twitching clit as she would her own just before climaxing.  Their groans intermingle, become as one as the masturbation accelerates into a steady rhythm.

       Glancing toward him, he toward her, both a knowing grin, they watch Demi’s fingers working the girl’s responding slit to the edge of climaxing.  “Enough!”  The Mistress nudges Demi, jolting her back to her surroundings.  “Don’t want her cumming before her exhibition… Now do we?”

Stepping back a step, perspiring, face flushed, an embarrassed glance toward him as she realizes what she’s been a part of, Demi cups her glistening fingers in her other hand as she just lowers her eyes, nods; obviously breathing just a tad heavier then when she started.

Reaching out, gripping her wrist, a quick smile and he raises her trembling hand toward her mouth, presses her fingers between her lips.  Watching her widening eyes, almost as if she’s in disbelief, he feels her fingers trembling as she sucks, licks the moistness off each finger one at a time.  Slipping them away, he smiles.  “Better then a hand towel, huh?... Mistress Demi?”  

       Glancing at the girl, allowing her to stand upright, and then knell in her submissive position, the Mistress steps behind Demi.  “You’re perspiring in your elegant gown ‘D’… Let’s get you into something more comfortable.”  Without hesitation, unzipping the rear of the gown in one harsh tug, she slips the straps off Demi’s shoulders, slides the gown down below her waist in a continuous firm motion.

       “Wha… What are you….?”

       “Hush…. Hush and relax.”  The Mistress softly responds as she slips the syringe skillfully into Demi’s neck even as she’s grabbing for her ruffled dress while trying to cover her bra covered breasts.  “Just relax…. Soon you’re going to be feeling the taste of a stinging whipping across those titties of yours when they’re bared!”  

            The room hazing as her neck stings, her mind fogging, still barely able to stand; she feels her clothes being removed, her bra, panties, and heels until finally completely naked, without a real struggle.  Feeling his hands on her waist, her shoulder, being led through a door to a stairwell, she feels herself almost stumbling between the pair down the flight of steps.  Hearing their voices, nothing really making sense as if every other word is a blur, she senses she’s being led into a large elegantly arranged room.  Arms stretched upwards, legs spread apart, she half slumps, half stands between the matching ivory pillars.

       Staring dazedly at the mounted cameras, the group of people entering the double doors, she still realizes she’s standing on a platform, naked and bound spread-eagled, the center of their attention.

       “Okay ‘D’…  Now the fun begins.”  The Mistress addresses her as she does a final adjustment on the bindings securing the wrist and ankle cuffs.  “You’re going to feel things you’ve never felt before… Be treated like you never were before… All on film… On tape… That we will keep for you indiscreetly… As long as you cooperate with us… Fully.”

       “Now… The stories you’ve been writing can be embarrassing to some very important people… Even some you don’t even realize you know.”  She continues, standing within a couple feet of Demi.  “Your accusations can cause serious consequences to high ranking people… Our little exercise with you for the next few hours is not only for punishment…. But to let you know there will be more if necessary… Also to remind you that you now work for us… Completely…. Oh!… And we also are doing this because we just like too… Obviously!”

       Stepping back, glancing over toward the young submissive girl being led in, she nods for her to be placed over by a corner.  Glancing back at ‘D’ she adds.  “Your little fun and games with her were also completely recorded… You looked just great masturbating her while she was bound and you were dressed as a Dom… Marvelous little tape of a missing little girl under your twisted control!”

       Glancing toward the group finding their positions, smiling toward him, she steps toward the vat beside the pillars, picks out a pair of brine soaked birch branches, neatly trimmed of bark and shaven into glistening round switches.  Handing him one, nodding toward the other pillar, she waits until they’re on either side of their spread-eagled guest.

       “Now… The injection has you a little disoriented… Even somewhat groggy.”  The Mistress addresses her.   ‘Not to worry though… You’ll feel every single flailing… Every touch of your naked flesh with the switches… You just won’t be able to respond quite so quickly to the pain.”

       Spreading her feet, positioning herself, The Mistress glances toward him, smiles.  “I’ll start… Maybe the first three or four across her breasts… Then you can add a few with me simultaneously… Okay with that?”

       “Ready?”  Turning toward the pillars, a sarcastic question with a sarcastic smirk, the Mistress taps the end of the birch switch across the puckered nub of Demi’s left nipple.  “Three… Two… One…”

       “Thwack!... Oomph!”  The switch bending, flicking, its tip slicing across the bottom of Demi’s areola, she grunts as her back arches, her fists clench.

       “That was just a light flick.”  The Mistress smiles.  “Oh by the way… You need to count… Go ahead.”

       Glaring at the Mistress through her glazed eyes, the jolt awakening her somewhat, biting her lip as she feels the searing pain pulsing through the already raising welt, she just shakes her head back and forth unbelieving the surreal past few minutes.

       “Listen…. I’m starting over… Until you begin counting, I’m still going to be on one.”  The Mistress again smiles as she taps Demi’s nipple again.  “Now… Here goes.”  Again flexing the birch switch, again snapping her wrist forward, the switch whistles through the air.

       “Thwack!... Aaaggghhh!!!… Oh Shit!”  Harsher, directly across the bud of the nipple, Dami more then moans, actually a hoarse scream and a curt cursing as she glares at her breast, toward the again flexing switch, through her blurry eyes as she realizes the bitch’s words were right, the pain really is harsh.

       “Oomph… Damn… One… One…  That’s one!”  She finally grunts as the second welt slowly rises directly across her flattened nipple.

       “There… Now that wasn’t so hard now… Was it?”  The Mistress smiles as she traces the second red welt with the tip of the bending switch.

       Glancing toward him with his switch in anticipation, back at the unblemished breast raising and lowering, she taps its nipple.  “Now for this one ‘D’… Right across the nub.”  Stepping beside her so the camera, the group can get an unobstructed view,  bending the tip slowly back just above the raised nub of the quivering nipple, she practically lays her chin on Demi’s  shoulder in front of her neck.  “Just the every tip of the nipple… It’s going to be quite painful but remember to count… Okay?”  Bending the tip further backwards, smiling as her cheek brushes Demi’s arm by the glistening armpit, she releases her fingers.

       “Thwack!... Aaaaagggghhhh!!!”  A harsh scream as Demi’s body jerks back, the Mistress twisting her head back, Demi’s breasts bounce, smack together as her fists clinch, her knees bow together.

       “D?”

       Hearing the stern voice, glancing down wild-eyed toward the blood dripping from her torn nipple as she twists, jerks in the bindings, Demi grunts.  “Two…. Two… Fucking two!.... Fuck… Fuck …Fuck!!!”

       ‘Now ‘D’… It’s time for both breasts together… Both nipples at the same time.  Turning toward him, nodding toward Demi’s welted breasts, she asks.  “Mind cupping her titties together, squeezing them at their base so her nipples spread out and I can get a good target?

       Not needing to be asked a second time, stepping behind Demi, dropping his switch back into the brine, he cups both slippery melons between his fingers and thumbs, squeezes while shoving them closer together.  The areolas, nipples spreading, flattening across the bulging globes, he feels her backside against him as he watches from between her hair and an up stretched arm.

       Stepping toward the side, laying the switch vertically across both breasts, tapping both welted areolas, lining up the nubs of her nipples, she again tugs the tip of the switch back as she glances into Demi’s tear laden eyes.  “Remember… This can be an ongoing exercise… It’s entirely up to you and how you decide to cooperate.”  The switch curls through the air, nipple high.

       “Thwack!.... Aaaagggghhhh!”  Another scream, her body grinding against his, her head jerks as he tilts his toward the side.  Gripping firmly on her breasts, feeling her heart pulsing through both, he appreciates the form of the Mistress, the mental agony she melds with the physical.  Enjoying the feel of Demi’s naked body, her perspiration soaking her naked flesh, he’s interrupted by the voice of the Mistress.

“Ready to team up on her tits?”

Picking up his switch from the vat, the moisture dripping across the floor as he flicks it back and forth a couple times, he takes his position.  “You take the right one… I’ll take the left.”  The Mistress suggests.  “A dozen on the count of three should get her attention enough to agree to our terms…. Ready?”  Watching Demi’s eyes widen, her stomach flatten, ripple as she twists in her spread-eagled bindings, her naked body beading, glistening with the bright red welts already across her flailing breasts as she feverously tries to frivolously protect them from the pair of brine soaked switches, the Mistress begins her count.

“One…. Two…. Three!”

         “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack………………………..”   

End Part 12