Flames (A Special Agent Novel Book 3)

by C. P. Mandara

  That felt like a sucker punch to the gut, but somehow, I managed to place a cup of tea beside her and smile at the same time. "I'm glad," I said, although I fucking wasn't. My life seemed to have been put on hold for forever, and I didn't know how much longer I could continue like this. Perhaps that was one of the reasons I'd decided to have it out with Dumortier today. It was probably about time I stood up and faced the bastard down.

  Grabbing a metal spatula, I slid the eggs and bacon on to Lois’s plate and delivered them to her, along with a knife and fork. “Thank you,” she said softly, and then I walked away without a word and left her to it. To stay would have been far more painful. I felt like a coward, but I couldn’t explain, and she wouldn’t understand. It was better this way.

  “Head straight down to the elevator. Adie has the key, so I’ll meet you down there in two minutes. Remember to have all of your weapons armed and ready. I have no idea how many men he’ll bring with him, but it will be a lot, and we’ll need to be prepared.

  “If he shows up,” said Lois.

  “Oh, he’ll show up,” I replied. Some things were even more certain than death and taxes, and this was one of them.

  “Lois?” She stopped in her tracks, looking stunningly gorgeous in a tiny, black, PVC lace-up dress that barely covered what it was supposed to. It was clear by Adie’s gaze that he also approved.

  “Yes?” Her thigh-high boots paused mid-stride, as she then spun around to face me. She looked at me questioningly.

  “You sure about this?” There was still a chance she could walk away, although I knew she wouldn’t. The woman was far too stubborn to see sense.

  “James, shut up. It’s too late for her to back out now,” said Adie. It wasn’t. It was never too late. Taking her hand, Adie then marched her over to the elevator and pressed the call button.

  “See you on the other side, James,” she said, putting her hand up to her glossy scarlet lips before blowing me a kiss. In the next heartbeat, her ass was disappearing through a set of steel doors, and there was nothing left for me to do but take care of business.

  Less than two minutes later, I was in the same elevator, travelling down into the bowels of the earth. Standing there in a pair of leather trousers and wet-look latex T, I began running through all the details of our scene in my head. A strange sense of calm settled over me. Striding towards the dungeon doors, my shit-kickers thudded on the concrete floor with a sense of purpose. Today was a do or die day, and I'd already decided it wasn't a good day to die. We would get through this. One way or another, we'd manage the impossible. He was only a man, after all.

  When I reached the entrance to the dungeon, I dropped my sports bag from my shoulder and checked the camera feeds on my cell. Four images popped up on my phone, so Lois and Adie had been busy. At least this meant it would be much more difficult for someone to pop up on us unawares. The feeds were also being sent back to HQ, so if someone did, they'd hopefully manage to figure out who it was and come looking for us if we went missing. So far, so good.

  Sauntering into the room, I shut the door behind me and locked it. “Any problems?” I asked. Thankfully, both Lois and Adie shook their heads. “So, just to make sure we’re on the same page here, everyone is armed to the teeth, with a least a couple of knives or throwing stars secured on their person?” We had an arsenal of weapons stored all over the place, but I needed to make sure if things got up close and personal, Lois and Adie had some kind of weapon on them. Both nodded. “Any final questions?”

  “Yeah. This isn’t going to turn into something like last time, is it? If you’re going to hog tie me and spit roast me, I’d prefer to know about it in advance,” Adie said dryly.

  “No. This time the focus is on Lois and how much pain she can take. We all know how much Alain likes that kind of thing. She won’t be locked into her restraints tonight, though. So don’t pull on them too hard, Lois. If you need to get out, all you have to do is yank yourself free. Simple at that.” She nodded. “Excellent. Right guys, take your places, we’re due on in ten.”

  Lois settled herself down in a red leather gyno chair, placing her hands on the armrests. The leg rests were set together at the moment, but they would stretch outwards in a ‘V' shape later, making sure Lois would be well and truly spread. For the moment, she made no complaint as she stretched herself out on them, her dress already riding high up her thighs, but not quite high enough to display the fact she was wearing no panties. We'd sort that out later. For now, I'd allow her a modicum of privacy.

  While I went to work preparing the clamps and candles for our scene, Adie was sorting through the floggers. I'd already warned Lois this was going to hurt, but she said it couldn't possibly hurt more than Adie's knives, and I'd probably have to agree with her on that point. It wouldn't be too far behind, though. We'd also brought the needles along. They were a mixture of one and two-inch, stainless steel surgical needles, and I was going to have some fun with them. Thankfully, that part would look a lot worse than how it felt. If we had to drag out the scene, Adie would get to fuck Lois in the chair while I played around with some electricity. If I wanted to take her mouth, I could quickly drop the chair back and sink into her, but while the idea was tempting, I didn't want to go down that route. I needed to be alert at all times. Alain was a sneaky bastard, and we needed to be ready for anything.

  When we were all in position and ready to start, I checked the video feeds for any signs of Alain, but it came up clean. There was already a small gathering of people outside the dungeon, and while none of the faces were familiar, that didn’t mean that some of Alain’s men weren’t among them. Replaying the scene once more in my head to get myself a little more familiar with it, I then checked in with Lois and Adie.

  "Everyone ready?" I did my best to sound upbeat, though I didn't feel too damn cheerful if I was honest. There were nodding heads all around, so I guessed that was good enough for me. "Alright, guys. Get ready to meet your public."

  When I opened the doors, my body was as tense as a transvestite who’d just tried out five-inch heels for the first time. I wondered if someone was going to pull a gun on me, rush me, or worse. Nothing happened, though. Everyone filed in with excited smiles on their faces, anxious for their amusement to begin. I was happy to oblige them. Waiting patiently for everyone to get settled, I then dimmed the lights and a hush settled over the room. Perfect.

  Standing in front of the crowd, I said, “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve invited you here tonight to witness one of our intense ‘pain’ sessions. We’re very excited to have you watching us this evening. Can I just ask before we begin that all cell phones are kept on silent for the duration of our scene, please?” Most people weren’t allowed to bring cell phones in, but for the ones who were – doctors and the like – I didn’t want any interruptions. No one made a move to do anything, so I guessed we were good. Excellent. “Well, now that the pleasantries are out of the way, welcome to the dungeon. I do hope you enjoy our little show.”

  Adie began the theatrics by pulling two deerskin floggers out of the bag. Strutting around to the front, he swivelled both in his hands in a figure-of-eight to let our audience know he meant business. Dressed only in a pair of black jeans, there were already a couple of sighs from the ladies, as his muscled torso came into view. Then he turned his attention towards the pretty lass in restraints.

  “Who’s been a very naughty girl, then?” he purred.

  Lois shot him daggers but didn’t say a word. This time she was the only one who’d get to play the guilty party, but she’d probably enjoy herself at the same time. She hadn’t made a complaint when I’d run the scene by her, in any case.

  Keeping the floggers swirling away in his hands, Adie began to let them fly. For the time being, he kept them focused on her breasts, which were still covered by the latex mini-dress she wore, but they wouldn't be for long.

  Sure enough, after a few swats, his hand reached out to drag her dress roughly downward, displaying lots of tantal
ising flesh. He then continued with his very artistic pursuit of flogging until he had her wriggling away nicely.

  People were still filtering in through the dungeon doors in dribs and drabs. They would continue to do so for another half hour or so, and then the elevator would be stopped until our scene was finished. Either Alain would come down in that time, or he’d wait to catch us at the finish, or he’d try a different tactic entirely. I wouldn’t even dare to hazard a guess as to what, but we were as ready as we could be.

  Walking towards Lois, I had two nipple clamps in my hands. The little beasties would undoubtedly add a touch of extra bite to the flogging, especially after they'd been on a few minutes.

  “Mind if I but in?” I asked Adie, waggling the clamps in my fingers so the audience would know what was about to happen.

  “Be my guest,” said Adie. He waited patiently by the sidelines as I attached one long silver clamp, giving it a good few twists to tighten it up nicely. When Lois mewled at me, I knew I’d got it just about right, but I gave it an extra turn to make sure. Fastening the next one in a similar fashion, I then stood back to admire my work. Judging by the way all the audience were craning their necks, I wasn’t the only one.

  Adie gave them a few seconds to stare before he began swishing his floggers around again. I moved aside. Scanning the room from left to right, there was still no one I recognised inside. I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad sign. We’d soon find out I guessed.

  Adie, meanwhile, continued to work the crowd. "Shall we give this naughty little slave a more intimate spanking, Ladies and Gentlemen?" There was a loud chorus of agreement. Pulling a lever underneath the chair, Adie watched gleefully as the leg rests suddenly split in two. Lois's most intimate flesh was now on display for all to see. A faint stain of colour rose in her cheeks, but there was no questioning her arousal. As the floggers moved in between her legs, I watched her hands clench into fists, but she didn't fight the pain. She was getting rather good at relaxing into the soft, steady beat, taking everything Adie dished out like a pro. Thankfully, she didn't forget where she was and remembered to let out the occasional squeal for entertainment purposes.

  Checking the feed on my cell phone, noting that everything was as it should be, I got out my next pair of clamps. These were going to be a little more brutal than the last ones, but it wasn’t anything Lois couldn’t handle.

  Showing them to the crowd before I moved in, Adie then smiled wolfishly as he backed out from between her legs, letting me move in. My eyes were immediately drawn to the damage he had wrought, and fuck if it wasn't one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Lois's cunt was a beautiful deep red in colour and was now starting to swell nicely. She was so aroused, her sex glistened, and a little trail of happiness was already dripping down her leg.

  “Let’s give all the nice people in the audience a better view of your naughty bits, shall we?” I said, speaking up for the benefit of the crowd. Attaching another weighted clamp to the outer lip of her left labia, I secured it tightly and let it fall. Lois gasped and squirmed. I winked at her. There was no question she’d feel these babies, but she was going to look oh-so-pretty when I’d finished with her. The second clamp went on in much the same fashion, spreading her cunt wide open for all to see. She was also laid bare for the whip, which she would feel even more keenly, exposed as she was. Pressing the tip of my finger to her clit, watching it swell in response, my cock pulsed wildly in my pants, but thankfully the tight leather was quite restrictive. I was pretty sure I’d have blue balls by the time this evening was finished, but it was a small price to say for witnessing such beauty. Backing away before I did something I’d regret, I let Adie reassume his position and begin his torment anew.

  This time, when his hands began moving in their figure-of-eight format, there was a whole lot more squirming and moaning going on. The crowd were lapping it up like greedy animals, and I could see a lot of wandering hands sinking between outspread legs. Most of them appeared to be thoroughly enjoying themselves, which was good. Now we needed a couple of decent screams to really get them excited. Grabbing hold of three bondage candles, I lit them all with my lighter and waited for the wax to begin to melt. Moving in front of Adie and keeping the candles concealed from Lois, I got ready to drip the wax slowly onto her cunt. Adie could then try his best to whip it off later. It was a fiendishly nasty torment, but I thought Lois might enjoy herself, nevertheless.

  Starting with the white one first, which was also the one with the lowest burn temperature, I tilted it above her pubic bone. Watching the liquid slowly begin to pool around the wick, I waited for the inevitable. Lois couldn’t see what was about to happen as I had my back to her, and that would make the shock of it even more acute. I’ve found the first drop always takes the longest to fall. I think it’s because you’re waiting for it. Even when it does finally leave the candle, it seems to hang, suspended in time, until the anticipation of its arrival drives you crazy – if you’re staring at it, of course. To Lois, the first splatter of wax landed on her naked pussy with no warning, and she yelped in surprise. This was tame compared to where it was heading next, but she’d discover that soon enough.

  “Tip her backwards, Adie.” He’d know what I meant. I wanted a good landing ground for my wax, and if he tipped her back, it would bring that deliciously wet cunt up, so I could drop my wax on all the right spots.

  Placing the floggers in his back pockets, Adie did exactly that, while we all waited patiently for the next drop to fall. When it finally took flight, it was expertly lined up to land directly on her clit.

  “Sonofa…” Adie was quick to retrieve his floggers, after her outburst, and began work on her tits once more.

  “Language, darling,” I said. “Don’t make me gag you.” I wasn’t going to gag her, not this evening, but she needed to watch herself.

  Tipping both the white and the green candle over her cunt, I waited for them to splatter together. The green candle ran a little hotter than the white, and she'd feel the difference. When both splats landed together, she screeched out loud, and her arms jumped up in shock.

  “If you think that’s bad, wait until all three are dripping a river of wax right on top of your clit. It’ll have you singing like a canary,” I threatened. Adie then increased the tempo behind me, and the swish of his floggers became an almost constant hum of background noise as I tilted all of my candles downwards and waited for the firestorm to happen.

  At first, there was a lot of moaning, yelping and squirming about. The candles were still at the dripping stage, though. When they got going, there’d be a river of molten wax for her to deal with, splashing and splattering all over the place. A few drops directly on her clit was going to send her mad. I reckoned we’d be at that point inside of three minutes.

  I knew when it happened because every single sinew in Lois’s body stretched tight in intense pain as she let out a scream that shook the entire building. Her clit was now convulsing madly under the wax, the pain now morphing into something else – and that something else needed to be sated. Probably not the way we were going to do it, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Blowing my candles out, I walked away and let Adie resume his position between Lois’s legs. Now the fun and games would really begin.

  Squatting down between her spread open legs, Adie blew on the wax to cool it. Lois whimpered. She already knew what was coming next and sure enough, he didn’t keep her waiting. This time he used one flogger, but put considerably more force behind it, trying his best to tear off every single bit of wax I’d dropped on her. Not wanting to be left out, I joined in with a leather crop. The slapper on its tip was quite tiny and designed to sting like a bastard. When coupled with Adie’s wallops, I figured we’d have her climaxing in no time, if she could just get past the pain.

  "Lois, look at me," I growled. At the moment, her eyes were tightly closed, and her breath was coming in tight little gasps. "Lois," I warned, "if you don't do as you're told, I'm going to slam this th
ing down so…" She looked. Both eyelids peeled back to reveal two massive pupils that were already heavily dilated with arousal. "Watch me, Lois. Watch the crop. That's it. Focus. Think of me fucking you. Think of me grabbing that delightfully pert ass of yours and thrusting inside your tight, wet little cunt until I make you…" The rest of the sentence was unnecessary. Lois was already screaming the place down yet again, but this time with her climax. It was just what the audience had been waiting for. Turning around to see what they'd thought of our performance up until now, I saw several members asleep on their chairs. What the fuck? We weren't that bad, were we? Turning around to survey the crowd, I then noticed that several more were now nodding off. Then it dawned on me. Oh shit. Someone was pouring something through the vents.

  “Guys, get out of here now. There’s gas coming through the vents. Quickly.” Adie and Lois sprung up, and we all rushed for the door at the back, only to find out it had been locked and barred from the outside. Adie and I pushed our weight against it, over and over again, but it wouldn’t budge. Looking around in panic, we soon discovered that the fire door had been similarly sealed, and the only other possible exit was the vent, where the gas was now pouring through in clouds of billowing smoke. It had got to the audience first because they were seated next to it, but it would get to us soon enough if we didn’t find a way out of here soon.

  “I’m going light-headed,” Lois whispered, as she frantically retrieved her gun and blew a pile of holes in the fire exit. Adie and I tried the same tactic on the main door, but nothing was moving. Although my cell phone showed our camera feeds had nothing new to report, I suspected they’d been tampered with. I’d received no alerts to movement outside, and there must have been in order for this to happen. We were now sitting ducks. Either Alain wanted us dead and was poisoning us, along with everyone in the room, or we were being drugged and then moved. Pounding my fists frantically against the entrance door, breathing heavily, I then sagged against it as all the strength left my body. Watching Lois drop to the floor, swiftly followed by Adie, I felt panic begin to consume me. My last thought as my knees gave way beneath me, was that I couldn’t believe that Alain would gas an entire audience just to capture us three. This time he was taking no chances, and a careful Alain was a force to be reckoned with indeed.