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“That’s the best offer I’ve had today,” Angela responded turning off the radio and picking up her purse. “A couple of stiff ones should help settle me down after seeing those photos and hearing Frank’s brief.”

  Grabbing her arm and twisting Angela about, Jack mouthed “stiff one” and pointed to the swollen bulge distorting his pants. Despite her unease she couldn’t ward off a smile.

  Moving in close, Angela reached down and captured the lust filled organ and whispered inches from Jack’s face, “You’d better be able to replicate that beast later.”

  “You can bet on it,” Jack responded pulling her into a tight embrace.

  Flowing into an open mouthed passion filled kiss, Angela began to silently thank Jack for the opportunity to take on the challenging assignment. The provocative nature of her role, the sweet darkness of underlying sexual violence and the thought of flirting with carnal evil might just come together in an erotic cocktail loaded with a high like no other. Working bait naked was sounding more exciting by the minute.

  Braking the embrace, Angela said, “Let’s git. Here it is Friday, after five and I’m thirsty for more.”

  “I knew you were the one for this case,” Jack grinned taking Angela’s arm and directing her out of the office and out of the building.

  With the restaurant-bar only blocks away, they walked. It was always spring to summer in Miami. Naturally tan line free, at least she wouldn’t be blinding white turning pink during the assignment. Seemingly reading her thoughts, Jack squashed the line free bit.

  “There will be a good number of other women at the target resort…all au naturel,” Jack said as they waited for traffic. “And with the S&M nature of the gathering, I’m thinking a half dozen fading crop welts will set you up with the crowd.”

  “Shit no,” Angela responded with what she hoped was a convincing level of rejection. “Naked I can do. Add decorative welts and it is no. And how do you know there is a lot of naked T and A at the resort? Sounds like you’ve been there.”

  “Several preliminary look sees,” Jack answered, and was firm on the garnishment of her ass cheeks. “Now you’re damn good looking with an exquisite body and I know that if I was going to cut a prime mare out of the herd for rough riding it would be you. But we only have a couple of weeks to get this guy…before he gets someone else. We want him to know that you’re the one he has been looking for…right?”

  “Ok, Ok,” Angela capitulated briefly wondering if she was the one being set up. “Just promise me that if I’m tied up, you won’t let the creep do me permanent like.”

  Laughing, Jack responded with, “I’m the only one that will get the pleasure of playing extra hard with you.”

  “Oh now I feel a whole lot better than a few moments ago,” Angela fired back letting the sarcasm drip from her voice and expression.

  Further discussion was interrupted by arrival at the bar. Led by a waitress-hostess to a booth in a dark corner their order was taken and drinks delivered. Several sips and Angela was feeling mellow and daringly feisty.

  “Jack…you bastard,” Angela asked, “do you think six will be enough?”

  “Unfortunately…yes,” Jack answered with the smile of a jackal. “More might make our target think you are a teaser for a snare. So subtle is what we are going for. Now extra thick nipple piercings would not be out of the question.”

  “Sounds reasonable enough,” Angela nodded. Her tits were familiar with needles and rough foreplay. “Of course you will do me the honor of assisting with my preparation.”

  “Hey are we a team or not,” Jack said with a hurt look. One that Angela knew was a façade.

  All the signals were green for go. Jack wanted to do her times ten, wanted to erotically torment and fuck her into insanity. At a somewhat diminished intensity, so did Angela. However the case at hand was like a restraining order. It was a job that she and Jack had signed on to finish. Their private, unruly relationship would have to be put on hold.

  “Ok team mate,” Angela asked with a wanton smirk, “when do the fun and games begin?”

  “You’re booked on a flight this Sunday,” Jack answered. “I leave tomorrow to be on the ground ahead of you.”

  “Guess that means we had better get on with my decorating,” Angela said, “like tonight.”

  “Great. Will it be your place or mine?” Jack asked with a lifted eyebrow.

  “Betting that you’re all prepared to do me,” Angela answered, “your special, back yard work shop sounds like a date.”

  “You’re going to win that bet,” Jack smiled.

  Chapter 3 Sexual Madness

  “Just a bit further forward,” Jack directed.

  Naked and carnally primed, Angela inched forward on the leather covered horse. “How’s that look?”

  “Perfect,” Jack answered cane tapping her ready bottom. “Now fully relax these beautiful cheeks.”

  “Jack I’m not some innocent school girl,” Angela shot back. “As you well know by now the cane will find my ass wanting for the strokes.”

  “Just the same,” Jack growled, “I’ll bet you’ve never felt a fully delivered six ounce weighted cane stroke before.”

  “You said fading welts,” Angela protested, her bottom involuntarily clenching. “Using a punishment cane will leave me deeply bruised and barely able to walk.”

  “I’ve re-evaluated what is needed to draw our target to you,” Jack said. “Bruise under laid welts and a little cane generated limp is sexy. I say that’ll be a closer.”

  “Yeah sure,” Angela groaned. “Unlike the goat in the movie, I won’t require tying to make me easy prey.”

  Jumping as she felt the cane tip tap her fearlessly open sex, Angela grimaced as Jack countered with, “Wrong you are. This cunt, a perfect body and your wildly wonderful sexuality is what makes you the perfect looking victim.”

  “Bastard…,” was all Angela got out before number one landed across the center of her ass to take her breath away.

  Within heartbeats a thick line of crushed flesh became the center of Angela’s universe. Nothing else came close to mattering. Like a damn bursting, intense shocking agony surged out from traumatized skin, nerves and muscle. To the bone hurt was an understatement. This was a toe to nose shocking blast of non-stop radiating pain.

  As the blinding red rush decreased to an orange hued haze, Angela managed to catch her breath. Jack had never before hit her that hard. Her breasts were still quivering from the force of the blow. Without the support of the leather covered saddle, the strike would have knocked her to the floor. Only fire red returned as the agonized reverberation of pure hurt resonated with white hot sexual capacitors. The peak of agony achieved, pain wise and sexually, the second cane stroke cut her just below the first.

  For a brief second, Angela realized that the two strokes had horizontally framed her surely visible anus. A sexual cunt in its own right, she felt the wrinkled orifice twitch. The rage of unbearable briefly vanquished all such sexual twinges. Hideous, consuming high voltage molten agony seared and fried all things carnal. It was a death that spawned multiple creatures of erotic fear. The crazed children instantly matured into a throng of twisted pleasure. As if on cue number three sliced into virgin flesh: the crop bridging the space directly above her glistening pink stirring primary cunt.

  Like climbing an impossible fantasy ladder of scandalous hurt, Angela automatically took another mental step higher in search of relief in a female’s secret alcove of ethereal torment. It was a level of erotic suffering that could only be achieved through significant lust imparted agony. She had been there many times before, the special sphere of twisted pleasure addictively seductive. And like a hooked druggy her inner feminine core of mental and physical needs sought hopeful fulfillment in the next few blows.

  With alpha female instincts trumping the continuing fury of savage desires assaulting her ever more offered nether cheeks, Angela welcomed a resounding number four with a lubricous groan. The instant rush turned the red to s
avage hot. Pain’s fury mixed with blasts of orgasmic precursors. The resulting narcotic flooded nerves and flesh, mind and sex with an unimaginable desire for more. Number five cutting so deep as to painfully kiss an uncontrolled cunt nearly met the overpowering need.

  Mindless of the destruction she was asking for, Angela arched her back and shook her bottom in a provocative dance of sexual wildness gone insane. Permanent injury, scaring, ruptured flayed skin, free flowing blood, unending torture were all in play. Wanton excess was in control and sexual submission to a horrific destruction was a desire away. With the landing of number six, Angela saw herself in the photos of the eleven sexually daring females.

  It was a reality check that pulled her back from the brink of carnal madness. Only mind frying pain remained, but not for long.

  Chapter 4 Business is Business

  Through diminishing hurt, Angela heard Jack say, “Damn I did good.”

  Taking his self-congratulation as a signal that she could move, Angela rose up from the punishment saddle. Keeping one hand on the leather covered support she could stand without much difficulty. Even better she determined that she would be able to walk with little or no indication of the condition of her nether cheeks.

  Twisting to look back, Angela could see the maturing finger thick welts marching ladder like down her bottom’s firm curves. She could only agree with Jack. He had done well. The still throbbing lines of cane traumatized flesh were perfect and in their own way exquisite.

  “Yes you did well,” Angela said with a smile, “and I’m thinking of blow-job superb.”

  “Now you’re talking…and hopefully shortly sucking and tonguing my cock and balls for all you’re worth.”

  “Would now be a good time?” Angela asked dropping to her knees in front of Jack to begin undoing his belt.

  “You are one wicked cum loving cock sucker…yes damn it now.”

  Within several heartbeats Angela was mouthing Jack’s erection and testicles. Orally pleasing a hard cock was a favorite. And as cum had a taste she had acquired a like for, causing a cock to spurt ejaculate an exercise in dominance. It was like winning a sparring match, victory from the satisfaction in sucking the shrinking organ to spent and flaccid. The prize for triumph swallows of bittersweet ejaculate.

  But today Jack was easy, his usual staying power surprisingly diminished. A minute or two of hard sucking his testicles while hand pumping the erection, Angela sensed he was ready to burst. Quickly switching to a slow but steady deep-throat Jack groaned and placed a not so gentle hand at the back of her head. With unnecessary force, he insured that they remained locked at maximum penetration until his cock was through spurting. Breathing labored to impossible, the phallus began to retreat after three or four pulsing spasms.

  Gulping down her too easily attained reward, Angela was feeling cheated. Normally Jack would have resisted her oral caresses and made her work harder for his cum. The only conclusion was that he was distracted. There was little doubt as to why. The operation they were about to undertake was dangerous.

  The reality was that Jack Savage’s marking of her ass had been a warm up exercise. The real tests of flesh and fortitude were yet to come. Where her toughness would not be measured in the blows she landed, but by those she took. Any fighting on her part would be with her self. At least the promise of interlacing sexual debauchery would keep the more demanding activities justifiable.

  Jack’s direct involvement in the op was a plus. Their individual kinks had evolved into a good fit. Under his watchful eye, she could go uninhibited with little worry. Sure fraternization was frowned on, but they worked straight together when needed. Jack was equally circumspect.

  “I apologize for just giving you six,” Jack said tucking his depleted phallus back into his pants. “But this is work and not pleasure. After this case is solved I promise those cheeks at least two dozen cuts as a proper recognition of their resilient beauty.”

  “Work or not,” Angela responded with thinly veiled disappointment, “that was just plain cruel. You know that I need more than six strokes to cum. Now you’ve just primed me and…and….”

  “Don’t be so selfish,” Jack interrupted. “You forget that ordinarily my needs require you screaming your head off before I can have a really satisfying fuck. So settle down and accept that we are both sacrificing to get our man and this case solved.”

  “Ok…Ok,” Angela said shrugging off a pout. At least he did cum for her, but she wanted a lot more. “Just to keep you interested, I’m thinking of taking some time off when this is through. Maybe just the two of us can do a disappearing act of our own and play out our shared fantasies without interruption.”

  “That is threatening to give me another hard-on,” Jack smiled, “and one more reason to make sure our target doesn’t get a chance to permanently add you to his play bill.”

  “Why am I thinking I’m fucked either way?”

  “The difference my dear luscious cunt,” Jack answered stroking her hair, “is consensual excess. In other words, I plan to keep you playing in the rough and fucking for as long as you will have me.”

  “There you go teasing me.”

  “Damn, we are two of a kind aren’t we?”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of,” Angela hissed. “I sense you are just a desire away from being the sexual predator we are hunting.”

  “Which makes you the perfect compliant victim,” Jack growled smothering Angela’s calculated protest with an open mouth kiss.

  Beyond flirting, Angela melted into Jack and opened to his voracious passion. Their tongues touched and danced. Jack roughly played with her breasts and nipples. Angela locked her arms around his neck and wrapped a leg around his thighs to press her lower belly into a reenergized phallus. For minutes Angela existed only for the sensuous feelings of being erotically mastered by Jack’s lust. He could have done anything to her. She wanted him to do everything to her. She wanted to be erotically hurt and savagely fucked. The trap was set and Jack backed out.

  Breaking their embrace and with a look that sent an unusual chill down Angela’s back, Jack said, “Before we go any further, you need to know that you aren’t the first female we’ve used as bait in an attempt to get to this sexually voracious beast.”

  “Does this have something to do with why this op is so closely held?” Angela asked as she fought to calm down. He was being serious and she needed to pay attention, and how did he know the target was sexually ravenous?

  “Partly,” Jack answered. Moving slightly away, he continued with, “Do you remember Sandy Downs from the London office?”

  “In passing yes,” Angela answered closing her eyes. In the blackness one of the pictures flashed to prominence. She hadn’t recognized Sandy the first time around: partially nude, sunglasses and bleached blond had combined with Angela’s piqued interest to hamper an accurate ID. Opening her eyes, she also registered the fact that she had been promoted by Frank to take Sandy’s place.

  “No one can figure out what happened,” Jack said with a non-committal shrug, “but she apparently fell for the alleged kidnaper’s erotic passion trap. There are suspicions of a leak within the firm…thus the secrecy and this closely held op.”

  “I want to read the case file,” Angela said as her body began to quiver with something close to pleasurable fear. It was the disturbing kind that one experiences as a captive voyeur in a horror film.

  “I’m ahead of you,” Jack said with a smile Angela took as a predator looking at his prey. “I’ve written up short narratives on representative cases for you to read on the flight, and during your down time at the resort. They are numbered in sequence of the referenced disappearance.”

  “How considerate,” Angela nodded, a brief flash of intuition sending a sensual jolt into her sex. Danger did that too her. “And I’m assuming each of the four agents assigned to watch over me have been vetted and aren’t too squeamish when it comes to watching me taking on rough sex.”

  “In that matter,�
�� Jack responded, “I can personally vouch for each.”

  “And you will be there,” Angela asked moving up close to Jack, “to ensure their professionalism and attention to keeping my naked…now nicely welted…ass alive and in play.”

  “Count on it,” Jack growled putting his arms around her waist.

  Rising up on her tiptoes to lightly kiss him, Angela shifted again into her seductive mode and asked, “Then who is going to watch you my twisted fucker…to keep you on the true and narrow path of a good guy?”

  “I’m guessing your guardian angel,” Jack answered with a smile that was enchantingly scary.

  “That’s going to be a problem,” Angela said licking her lips.

  “Why’s that?” Jack asked a renewed erection pressing into Angela’s belly.

  “The sexual devil in me chased her away just after I reached puberty,” Angela breathed setting her hooks into Jack’s carnal psyche.

  “In that case Agent Wells,” Jack smiled, “you may be in very serious trouble.”

  “I hope,” Angela moaned shamelessly nursing an incipient orgasm, “that this ends up with you Agent Savage as the trouble.”

  “You are so needy,” Jack responded, his hands dropping to Angela’s welted cheeks. Squeezing hard to make Angela cry out, he continued with, “Now let’s get back to work and fill these turgid nipples with steel.”

  “Hurry,” Angela cried playing hopelessly desperate. “I need to cum really bad.”

  “You’d damn well better wait for me,” Jack hissed, “or you might not be able to make your flight on Sunday.”

  Angela did hold out for a proper fucking, but just barely. Their coupling was wild and wicked, but business is business. They could really let loose when this case was closed.

  Chapter 5 The Perfect Victim

  As the steward left with an order for a sweet rum drink, Angela closed her eyes and reached out to the sharp thousand pin like torment welling up from her caned bottom. Jack had indeed placed the welts well. There wasn’t any way that she could sit without feeling all six. Memory of the oral sex and follow on wild fucking and orgasms quickly turned the pricking pain into a pleasing sexual component. However this caper turned out, she would always remember that Jack was good for some things.