Bait Naked
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As was her developed nature, the sexual pain was transformed into a sweet and sour torment. But Angela wasn’t ready to orgasm just yet. This was the ambrosia period of pre-cum exhilaration that justified sexual abuse and real erotic agony. Wallowing in the orgy’s ether of libertine indulgence, Angela playfully twitched evolved carnal muscles and Mr. thin cock moaned in an instant agonized orgasm. Another ass fuck was next.
Twisting about on the spit of opposing hard man meat, from the raucous sexual banter Angela imagined that phalluses of every shape and size were being manually and orally primed for further use. Briefly she wondered if Jack and the agents were taking part in the sexual debauchery. Jack had admitted to as much in Sandy’s brief. The thought was disturbing, but this was work in a way. They might just have to fuck her to fit in. That vision made her mentally laugh. The rabbit like fucker burning the insides of her ass with his medium sized erection refocused Angela’s attention.
Even toughened through purposeful sexual exercise, cunt and throat joined her raw feeling rectum in becoming a challenge to pleasure taking. Not unexpected, her moans and cries were taken as encouraging incitement to hurt fuck her further. She was unintentionally inspiring half-a-dozen erections or so to enjoy her sexual features in what was slowly amounting to carnal torture.
With a now familiar fat feeling man armed with a doubly thick cock stretching her mouth to jaw dislocating range, a powerful ram of a phallus lust ripped into her pained cunt. The impalement felt unnatural, a demon phallus cold and unfeeling. The way the cock was driving into her vaginal sheath was turning physical turmoil into a growing sense of danger. The super hard phallus fucking her was becoming uniquely brutal in the exercising of Angela’s passions.
She assessed that the heft, length, breadth of the enraged erection had injury potential. The lustful energy driving the cock was that of a fresh sexual fighter. The hands that roamed her tethered body testing and slapping were clearly accessing her for future evil use. Like a flash bulb, intuition supplied Angela with instant recognition. She was being beat-fucked by the sexual predator they were looking to take down.
Like the simultaneous charge of a dozen cattle prods surging through nerve, sinew and muscle, Angela shuddered with rolling seismic tremors. From the fucker’s surprisingly high pitched laugh, the violence of Angela’s reaction was taken as a pleasurable challenge. A cruel master, he began to carnally play Angela like an electric organ.
With the ejaculating erection in her mouth all but dismissed, Angela fought back. As a black belt, she had often fought hurt, and began to fuck with every inch of her sex abraded cunt. Virginally clamping down on the assaulting ultra phallus, she screamed in effort. An amused husky growl was her reward.
Hands grabbed her tits with a crushing grip, the added leverage giving the abuser an undisputable carnal advantaged. The savagery in which he ram fucked her was inhuman, a carnal fiend from an orgasmic hell released. Equally enraged, Angela fucked back with decreasing ferocity. It was a fight she found herself struggling to win. Amid a kaleidoscope of pain, noise, smells, hormone rages and unimaginable wanton submission Angela capitulated. The resulting orgasm was mind and body rending.
Uncontrollably sobbing, the surrounding crowd applauding and shouting, the Angela that had been led into the orgy earlier was now carnally depleted. And her unknown nemesis was still slowly thrusting hard into her passion wasted sex.
In a frantic effort to identify her sexual slayer, Angela tried to rub the blindfold off on the stock’s head board. Her left tit was released and the free hand captured a fist full of hair. Jerking her head back, cycling his hips to propel the still iron hard erection to cervix bruising depth in an obscene gesture of mastery, Angela felt him lean over and begin to bite her shoulder to blood.
Briefly shaking his head as a wolf would tear the flesh from a kill, Angela began to scream anew as the bite morphed into a gentle licking kiss. Incapable of thinking, all ability to resist history, Angela was overcome with sensual floods of compliant pain driven opiates. This was not right she shouted to herself to no avail. Even the predator’s breath on her skin sent jolts of luxuriant pleasure into her sexually devastated cunt, his whispered words adding heightened prurient fear to the heady mix.
As if trying to disguise his voice, her sexual tormenter whispered in a strange pitch, “I will not be denied.”
Like a charge set off to blow a dam, his sudden unconsummated withdrawal released a roar of conflict and desire within Angela’s feminine essence. Fantasy was mixing with reality, nightmares with unthinkable desires. She had lost this fight and survived. It was but a reprieve until the next engagement.
Again desperately working the blindfold, Angela succeeded in uncovering one eye. Looking about, all she could see were naked bodies and unruly sex. No Erica, no Jack: just raw unbridled licking, sucking and fucking. An insistent erection looking for her cunt and another presented for her throat, Angela was returned to the orgy with renewed vengeance.
Nothing more than a cum receptacle, Angela’s body continued to give pleasure through suffering while her mind was dealing with the daring exhibited by the operation’s target. The message he left had been clear. Angela’s ultimate submission to his lusts would be the only way his feral hunger could be satiated.
There was good news. The sexual predator she was seeking was present and had her in his sights. Not so good, she still didn’t know who he was, and if she still had Jack and assistant agents for backup. First thing in the morning, she would confront Jack with her suspicions.
He was a problem, or he wasn’t. Angela was going to find out which.
Chapter 11 On Her Own
“For god’s sake didn’t you get an ID on him,” Angela shouted into the phone. “He was in the last group to cunt fuck me last night. He was the one that bit my shoulder.”
“Angela,” Jack responded sounding tense, “you were doing just fine the last time I looked…having fun…then I got side tracked by an ebony beauty. There was no other choice. I had to participate to maintain my cover.”
“Right,” Angela fired back. “Where in the hell were the other agents?”
Coughing, Jack mumbled something. Angela demanded clarification. “What did you say?”
“No backup agents,” Jack answered with a bark. “The op manning was reduced at the last minute to just us…the two of us.”
“Oh shit. Why?”
“Frank said higher priorities,” Jack answered with distinct sex heated girl sounds in the background.
“Jack Savage,” an angry Angela demanded. “Are you still fucking around with last night’s black pussy?”
“She’s just leaving,” Jack replied.
“Look Agent Savage,” Angela charged wondering if she could count on Jack ever again, “let me remind you that it is my cunt that is the bait in this high stakes operation…and our man came in for a carnal taste of me last night while you were literally fucking off.”
“You can’t be sure it was him,” Jack mumbled obviously otherwise distracted, the sounds of kissing and sexy talk infuriating Angela even further.
“Damn it shit to hell,” Angela swore, thinking there was a good chance Jack’s babe was David Bain’s assistant. “It was him. Now get rid of the bimbo and start covering me. I’ll be heading to the pool in a few hours to meet my escort from last night…a certain Erica for lunch. In the interim I’m going to make myself sick reading one of your perverse case briefs.”
“Ah yes,” Jack said seemingly ignoring the latter part of her comment, “Erica the queen dyke of the resort. If she has her claws into you our unknown target doesn’t have a chance while you’re here.”
“At least someone is concerned with my well being,” Angela hissed and hung up.
For several seconds Angela stood in place her mind in turmoil. By Frank’s count years on the case and Jack had produced nothing of value. Jack had taken the cases and treated them as free rides to fuck off at this periodic convention of sexual libertines. The m
Even with a warm ocean breeze blowing through the open balcony doors Angela felt a sudden chill. Shaking her head to clear thoughts of what she kept telling herself was wild conjecture Angela made her way to the bathroom. The naked woman staring back at her in the mirror wouldn’t allow caging of the fearful feelings raging through her mind and body. She needed a reality check.
Moving to the carpeted living area, Angela pulled one of Jack’s narratives from her brief case and collapsed into an overstuffed chair. Opening the manila folder, she began to read.
For Angela Wells’ eyes only
Victim: Cathy Roberts
Age: 33
Particulars: Married no children
Occupation: Corporate Lawyer
Known Sexual Inclination/Practices: Indications of private sexually submissive tendencies
Angela: this is a strange case in many aspects. First, the subject was an active successful lawyer specializing in corporate law. Secondly, she was also a vocal feminist fighting real and imagined equality issues. Thirdly, Ms Roberts was in demand for her lectures on female issues in the workplace. Finally, a natural beauty she was privately and inexplicably attracted to rough sexual extremes, both bi and straight. Of particular interest her rather wild and crazed trysts were not with her husband.
At first this seemed like a case of ‘thee protests too much’. I didn’t believe her for one second. After we sexed each other several times, she revealed her deeply imbedded erotic pain addicted persona. We played hard and rough several times more, but nothing serious. On a professional basis, I became Cathy’s confidant during her outings while she was at the resort.
I’m sure by now you have discovered that I am a frequent patron during these special kinky fetes. At first, I tried to keep my visits private. But being in the business, Frank discovered my proclivities for the wild side of pain-sex. The latter isn’t any secret to you, and I hope you don’t feel cheated on. It’s an addiction I can’t deny. Frank being practical and faced with a growing number of crimes of nature decided he could use my fetish twists to the firm’s advantage. It was a win-win for me and I say the company’s. That is enough on me, back to Cathy.
Her family is well-off and has a remote ranch in New Mexico. From what she told me, she used the property for her secretive sexual escapades. These escapes from reality eventually morphed into more dangerous ventures. If I can believe what she told me, the goings on at the resort were kids play compared to the hard core scenes she became involved in. Of note, she was using the resort to find like-minded partners in crime. It was a matter of time until our collector of females took notice of Cathy.
I had my suspicions, but I was never able to make a definitive ID of who seduced Cathy into disappearing for the last time. The New Mexico ranch was a bust. And like the other victims, we really can’t put our finger on how she went missing. She left home one morning and never showed up for work.
As I said at the beginning a strange case, but all of these disappearances are compellingly bizarre in their own right. From what I know of Cathy’s inner desires, there is that “she was the instrument of her own doing” aspect that needs consideration. Of course none of this implies thoughts of leniency or any esteem for our target.
In conclusion, I think our man can smell or sense - at a feral level - the inner vulnerability of his predations. Then, acting as an enabler of sorts he provides his selections the opportunity to escape reality for god knows what fate.
That’s it. Disturbing, but that is why we are in this to keep him from further “helping” another woman’s fantasies and or caustic sexual needs.
Admiringly, Jack
“Fuck me,” was all Angela could think as she put the folder down. The kidnapper (if that was all he was) had not only screwed her, but had been in the dark recesses of her mind and knew what lay there.
To make matters worse, Jack was proving not only unreliable, but unstable as well. She was on her own and needed to contact Frank immediately. That meant bribing David Bain again.
Chapter 12 Trapped
Unlike the victim Cathy, Angela was bi-sexual when business required and pleasuring David Bain’s assistant had necessarily become part of the mission. As Naomi had relayed to her, David was having feelings for Angela and thought it better to keep his distance for a few days. Acting for him, Naomi was also the recipient of associated bribes. Like her boss that meant receiving sexual favors for help or information. Thus Angela had her face buried in Naomi’s sex, energetically tonguing her pink slit from clit to cunt.
“Hum,” Naomi moaned, “I usually like my sex black, but you are making me think adding cream to the mix makes for the hottest orgasms.”
And non-stop orgasms Angela silently added her tongue sore from licking and probing Naomi’s sexual slit. At least she smelled and tasted good, her carnal parts plump and shaven. There might have been a hint of Jack’s tangy leavings in the flavor, but Angela wasn’t sure. Working between smooth, well toned thighs did help with the liking end, as did fingering licking her own clit for a pleasure trip of her own.
After another five minutes of intense licking and flicking they both came, Naomi for the third time, and always slow to orgasm, Angela for her first. Having a high sexual tolerance for pain was not always a blessing. If erotic torment was the pleasure pump, Angela needed a real extended period of corporeal distress in order to come. She was sure that with full participation in the resort’s S&M activities she would get numerous opportunities for testing that side of her sexual self. For now she wanted the information she had just paid for, and access to an internet computer terminal.
“That was yummy,” Angela said, licking her lips, her face wet with Naomi’s sexual juices.
“It sure was. I’ll have to ask Mr. Bain for a repeat,” Naomi responded smoothing her dark skirt, her smile that of a Mistress exercising her rights with a slave. It was a liaison Angela decided to keep active.
“Anytime Mistress,” Angela said following Naomi out of her office. “By the way, did Mr. Bain have time to contact my boss Frank…and if possible I would like to send a private email to him?”
“He did and received the list you asked for this morning,” Naomi answered leading Angela to a copse of palm trees. Ignoring the request for internet access, she continued with, “We briefly examine it and you can forget the two women that disappeared directly from this compound. They were moved to explore their submissive streak outside of our jurisdiction…with the bandits that roam the jungle a short distance from where we are standing. It is just my opinion, but they had to be certifiably insane. Write them off as never to be seen again.”
“What about the others?” Angela asked, making a mental note for Frank to come up with a plausible reason covering the two crazy strays out of the eleven women.
“Generally, the remaining women on the list were the more aggressive females during their stays with us,” Naomi answered, stopping in a shaded area separated from the normal guest haunts. “They had many partners and were ready subjects for the real rough stuff. As you can imagine, they were very popular. A regular named Ross, along with your fellow agent Jack, were particularly enamored with the women, and so were others like that blond bitch Erica.”
“I believe you tried Jack on for size last night,” Angela probed, “and this morning. Like me, was the sex part of the job or something more?”
“Mr. Bain thought it would be wise if I got to know Mr. Savage,” Naomi answered pulling out what Angela instantly identified as a joint, “on a more personal basis. Oh, believe me I enjoyed you far more than his feeble effort. A night’s sleep between cums is so amateur hour.”
“I thought there was a policy of no drugs in the compound,” Angela said watching Naomi light up, dealing with the fact she was none the wiser for providing Naomi a morning sexual sweetener.<br />
“There is,” Naomi agreed taking a puff and handing the lit joint to Angela. “As I heard Mr. Bain say to you, hard drugs are a death sentence, weed gets one merely beaten.”
Taking a long drag, Angela held the smoke in for a few seconds before exhaling. It was good stuff. She took another pull on the joint before handing it back to Naomi. Angela wasn’t a druggy, but was not opposed to a little marihuana every now and then.
“Aren’t you taking a chance?” Angela asked, glancing about to make sure they were not being watched.
“No honey,” Naomi answered while exhaling the happy smoke, “you are. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw you motion for one of the Rastafarians to paddle his dug-out in closer to shore. There you gave him a blow-job for some of his ganja. I hate to do it, but I will have to turn you in. You will be given a choice – leave immediately or suffer a punishment beating.”
“I’ll say you are lying.”
“Housekeeping has already reported finding a stash in your room.”
“Who will do the beating?” Angela asked taking back the joint. This was serious.
She had expected to get caned and whipped and possibly erotically tortured, but not by the inn keepers. Possible explanations for the trap included that David Bain or Naomi wanted her out of the way or out of commission. On the other hand, there was the chance that one or both of them simply wanted the pleasure of caning her ass. That it was a lust thing was good, the means of the beating sounded bad, very bad.
“I’d be honored if you would ask for me,” Naomi indirectly confessed, “and my sjambok for the punishment.”
“You won’t hold back will you?” Angela asked with purposeful incitement wondering what a sjambok was. This was going to be a sexual thing for Naomi, and there wasn’t any way to get out of the beating. If she could, she might as well make it good for one of them.
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