Agent Swann, FBI: Fucked, Blackmailed, and Impounded

Gray fields ran flat to the horizon, winter wheat stubble poking through a mist that wouldn’t lift. Natalie watched it drag past the passenger window, her temple against cold glass that fogged and cleared with every breath.

Ross had the wheel, which meant no radio. Fine by her. At six-forty in the morning, she didn’t need some FM host chirping about their own weekend plans. She wanted tire hum and room to think.

Her eyes caught the rearview without meaning to. A frown tugged at her mouth. Monday’s hollows had deepened to violet half-moons stamped under flat skin. Her brown eyes looked too big for her face, like she hadn’t slept in days. Which was close enough to the truth.

You look like shit, Nat.

Concealer was an option. The tube sat right there in her purse. But why bother. They were headed to a trailer park, not a press conference.

She looked away.

Three days on the case and nothing. Tight-lipped witnesses, grainy surveillance footage, that same maddening sense of grabbing at smoke. Connie Mathers, thirty-eight, no priors, last seen walking out of a Chevron seventeen miles south of I-90 eleven weeks ago. Now vanished. And nobody in a fifty-mile radius seemed to know, or care.

Natalie cared. That was her problem. Her father had been the same way before he retired out of the Bureau. The unsolved ones live in your teeth, he used to tell her. You feel them every time you bite down. She hadn’t understood it as a girl. She did now.

And here you are, riding shotgun to Captain Stagnation, chasing a maybe-lead on a maybe-perp out in Buttcrack County.

“So what are you thinking, Swann?” Ross’ voice broke the quiet. “Another dead end, or we finally catching a break on this one?”

She glanced over. Daniel Ross drove one-handed, the other arm resting on his thigh. Forty-six and still Special Agent. Same rank and pay grade he’d held for thirteen years. He claimed he liked it there. That a desk would kill him faster than a bullet. Said it every time some junior got bumped past him, and with enough conviction to almost sell it to himself. She liked Ross well enough. But she was never going to become him. The ladder went up, and she meant to keep climbing until the air got thin.

“Can’t hurt to look,” she said. “Last witness wasn’t exactly reliable, but we’ve got nothing better.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Sitting on our hands won’t find Connie Mathers. I’d rather chase a bad lead than no lead.”

Ross adjusted his grip on the wheel. “Lot of those cases, kid. People disappear. Most of them don’t want to be found.”

God, she hated when he called her kid. Twenty-eight, four years in, top of her Quantico class in marksmanship, and to Ross she was still a puppy chewing the furniture. She’d worked things his careful, promotion-proof career had never put in front of him. Saying so would accomplish exactly nothing, of course, except confirming whatever story he’d already written in his head about ambitious young women in the Bureau.

“Mrs. Mathers left her purse in the car. Her groceries were still in the trunk. She wasn’t running from anything. Somebody took her, and it makes me sick knowing that bastard’s out there right now, pouring himself a coffee.”

Ross gave a noncommittal grunt. “Just remember we’re here to ask questions. Preliminary interview. I want nothing out of you but textbook procedure.”

“Whatever you say, boss.” Natalie let her gaze drift back to the window. A flock of starlings burst up from a field and scattered into the gray.

Eighty more miles of this. Plenty of time to imagine all the ways the day could go wrong, and one or two ways it might go right.

Twin Pines Meadows, despite its pretty name, looked just like any other trailer park Natalie had seen, at least around this desolate area. A circular piece of flat land strewn with old rundown vehicles and rusted mobile homes, surrounded by dense dark woods and a nearby creek. Unidentifiable debris littered the muddy ground, and a broken swing dangled from a tree branch on its one remaining chain, making creaky noises in the mild breeze. Near it, a stray dog sniffed through the contents of a toppled trash can. Everything looked worn and overused, not unlike the image of a junkyard.

It was as good a place as any to live for those who preferred their privacy, she supposed, as law enforcers tended to avoid these areas if they could and let the inhabitants settle their own business. Unless suspicions arose of a serious crime, of course, like murder. But she couldn’t shake the creepy sensation that crawled down her spine whenever she visited here. This morning, that feeling seemed worse than ever. With that sense of foreboding looming in the back of her mind, Natalie pulled up her coat against the early morning chill and signaled for her companion to get moving.

“You take the East side, and I’ll start over here. Keep the comms open and notify me if you see anything suspicious,” she said.

“Well, well, now who’s the boss?” Daniel replied with a chuckle, but then gave her a serious nod and headed toward the far end of a line of shadow-shrouded buses and old trucks. Natalie turned, checked that her Glock 22 sidearm was still in its shoulder holster, as she always did for good luck, and walked up to the nearest RV. So far she hadn’t seen a single soul out and about—well, except for that dog which was still nosing about the spilled trash—and she wondered how these people would appreciate a wakeup call from the law. She guessed she was about to find out.

As she neared the first group of what looked like old school buses converted into some kind of living space, a huge black rat crossed her path. She jumped back, a spike of adrenaline surging through her veins. 

“OK, calm down, Tali… just stay cool and this will soon be over…” she mumbled to herself. “...can’t wait to get out of here, this place gives me the creeps.”

She reminded herself of what the witness had said. They were looking for a fat guy living in one of the biggest buses or mobile homes, at the edge of the trailer park, near the encroaching forest. So they would go around the place, each on their respective side, until they found something that could meet that description.

How people could live in such a squalid place was beyond her. At least, they could have cleaned up their surroundings, made it look less like a truck cemetery. But they seemed happy to dump anything they didn’t need next to the place they lived in. She had to be careful not to step on trash or kick at empty beer cans as she progressed along the old vehicles. She was light-footed and made almost no sound as she walked. As she reached the farthest point from the parking lot, she noticed something that might correspond to the description. Her stomach knotted at the sight and she once again brushed her arm against her handgun.

“Ross, I think I’ve found it. Northwest end of the park. I’m going to investigate more closely,” she whispered on the radio.

What she stood before was a complete semi, connected to an 18-wheeler with what looked like a cut-out and welded-together hole in its side functioning as a makeshift door. It was by far the largest home in the area, so chances were this was the place the witness had referred to.

Sneaking into the woods for cover, she approached the place on silent feet, moving from tree to tree, to get as close as she could, trying to spot any movement through the windows, or listen for any sound coming from inside. A flash of long hair near one of the dingy curtains caught her attention.

“Our guy’s not alone, looks like a woman, or a girl, might be with him,” she added on the comms before clicking it off.

* * *

“Dad… Daaad! There’s someone out there!”

“Whaaat? Shut the hell up kiddo, let your old man sleep!”

“There’s some guy in a suit walkin’ door to door, looks like. Never seen ‘im before. Wonder what he’s doin’ here.”

“Aww, it’s just some stupid sales guy, like that dumb asshole last week. Come on, kitten, get back to bed.”

“No, wait, dad! There’s another one behind the truck, in the woods! I think she’s carrying a gun.”

“What are you on abou….FUCK! Get in here, keep quiet and stay out of sight, NOW!”

“But they’re comin’ this way, dad! What should we do?”

“Do as I say and get the fuck down! Hide under the bed or somethin’, just stay back. I’ll take care of this. Shit! Those fucking Feds…can’t leave an honest, hardworking man alone for one sec…”

“You never worked a day in your life, dad.”

“Shut the fuck up and get under the bed!”

“Whatever.”

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Where the hell’s my fuckin’ shotgun?”

* * *

Natalie held her breath. She had heard some muffled noises from inside the trailer, sounding like voices. She listened hard, trying to guess what was happening, but there wasn’t much to see or hear. Maybe the trailer was shifting a bit.

“Ross, there’s movement inside. I think we’ve been spotted. No need to hide now. I’m going to knock at their door. Hurry up!” she radioed. Then she walked out of the trees. Now that the action had begun, she felt calm and composed. She moved with no obvious hurry so as not to look threatening, yet she was ready to grab her gun if needed. She came around the trailer to the door and knocked on it three times.

“This is the FBI. We would like to ask you a few questions.”

“Shit, you’re right, there’s two of them. I can see them both now. See if you can spot anyone else, and let me know if you do, but STAY QUIET!” Joe instructed his daughter, who had already slipped underneath the family bed. Then he moved up to the front door.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming! What’s the rush this time? Can’t a man get some sleep around here without being bothered?” he grumbled as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. He kept his shotgun out of sight tucked under a newspaper, but within reach should things go south.

As the door opened, Natalie’s trained eyes scanned all the details, looking for any potential danger. Seeing nothing of immediate concern, she relaxed a bit and managed to keep a straight face despite the smell of unwashed body odor that wafted from the fat, half-naked man who stood in front of them. Keeping her right hand close to her gun, she showed her badge, while Ross was doing the same, one step behind her.

“What can I do for you on this beautiful morning, officers? Or is that… agents? I can never remember. My, my… that’s one sweet ass if I ever saw one,” he whistled, giving Natalie a long, lewd stare that slithered all over her slender form.

The man’s stare was so obscene it felt as though he had just run his tongue all over her body. She might as well have been stark naked instead of wearing her very formal, patented FBI black costume. Her vest hid most of her curves, but as she had left it open to allow her quick access to her gun, it revealed a bit of her waist and chest. She had a slender, athletic build and always flattened her breasts with tight sports bras, but to that slob it seemed to be enough to put his imagination on fire. Feeling the onset of a blush, she tried to put an end to his rude inspection by going straight to the point.

“I am special agent Swann, and this is special agent Ross. We would just like to ask you some routine questions, sir. May we enter?”

“Mmm, yeah, I’d welcome that tight ass into my humble abode anytime,” he mumbled, grabbing his crotch through his yellow-stained underwear as the hot, black-clad agent walked by him into what functioned as the mobile home’s kitchen.

Natalie feigned not to notice his open inspection of her feminine charms, although his dirty underwear did grab her attention, straining as it was to hold in some bigger-than-average genitals. How could this man be so obscene in such a serious situation? In all her years of investigating and interrogating low-lifes, she had never encountered anyone quite like him. She wasn’t sure whether to be shocked or amused, or feel…something else… at his frankness.

Upon entering, she and Ross made a quick routine check of all rooms. The situation was clear, although there might be something under the big bed. There was more than enough room under it to hide a person, and there were other parts of the truck that were hidden behind dirty tarpaulins that acted as walls. Of the woman she had seen earlier at the window, or thought she had seen, there was no sign.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of such fine company, come to see ol’ Joe, eh? Come in, dear agents, make yourself at home. Anything I can get you? A shot of whiskey perhaps? A foot massage? Hey, if you’re looking for a real man, sweetcheeks, you found him. I could take reeeal good care of you!”

This time, Natalie had to turn around, pretending to observe the room, in order to hide the full blush that had come onto her face. She didn’t want that guy to see it, and even less so her colleague. That slob was disgusting! He smelled of sweat, urine and cigarette smoke, yet he was so confident… His behavior was sparking something in her loins that she had always been ashamed of and wanted to hide at all costs. Biting her lip, she tried to focus. By her good fortune, Ross took this opportunity to recover some of his leadership.

“As special agent Swann said, we have some questions to ask you. Let’s take a seat at the table,” he said. As they sat down at the crumbs-covered kitchen table, he looked up at the still standing Natalie. “Agent Swann?”

“I’ll join you shortly. I just want to take a look around first,” she said in a voice that was meeker than usual.

Joe did not try to hide his wide grin, showing a set of crooked, yellow-stained teeth as his eyes followed agent Swann’s tight, suit-clad ass into his bedroom.

“Goin’ straight for the jackpot, are we, hot buns?” he yelled after her. “Well, don’t start without me! Sorry I can’t join you right now, but if you give me a minute to get rid of this other guy, I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I know juuust what you like, baby!”

Joe could tell that the male agent—Ross, was it?—did not approve of his rowdy behavior, but he couldn’t care less what some fancy suit thought of him, not while intruding in his home!

Natalie felt a shiver run down her spine at those words. Somehow, his voice, his demeanor, echoed with her deepest fantasies. Images of bondage and rape flashed in her mind. A bead of sweat formed on her temple. She took a deep breath to chase those ideas away. She knew she should react, she should say something about those obscene allusions he was making, but she felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. So again, she chose to just let it pass. She took another breath, gave a circular glance of the room and came to sit down at the table, facing the disgusting jerk.

“Sir, what were you doing on the night of…” Agent Ross’ voice began, though Joe stopped listening the second the male agent started droning off the standard questioning procedure. He had been through this all before, multiple times, and it never failed to bore him. He was much more interested in that stunning piece of ass that occupied his bedroom at the moment. It had been a long time since he’d seen such a fine bitch, and there was something about her that seemed…off. It was almost as if she enjoyed his lewd advances, or just soaked them up instead of brushing him off like most women in her position would.

His mind filled with images of her hot body bent over the end of his bed, tied down and helpless as he fucked her hard from behind, one hand yanking a fistful of her hair to force her to arch her back, and the other holding her own gun to her temple. He saw his fat belly slap against her tight ass on every upthrust, his coarse pubes mingling with hers…if she had any hair down there...maybe she was smooth? Yes, she looked like a shaver, he decided. The rush of power from the potent image got him hard under the kitchen table, and he sucked a strand of drool from the corner of his mouth.

“Sir? Will you please answer the question?” Ross said.

“Huh? What was that?” Joe turned back to the agent sitting across him, annoyed at the interruption of his fantasies.

As if summoned by his mind, the hot female agent reappeared, taking a seat next to her colleague at the table, right in front of him. His eyebrows rose at the sight of her, as did his erection. This close, he got a better look at her, and she was gorgeous! Long, silky brunette hair wrapped up in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, big brown eyes and high cheekbones, full, sensual lips and a straight, cute nose. She looked young, and yet experienced. Perhaps in her late twenties. His eyes dropped to her chest to evaluate her assets there. She had small tits, he saw with dismay, too small for his tastes, but they looked firm and perky behind that crisp white blouse. Judging from her movements and her bearing, she seemed fit, though he couldn’t see much bare skin in that suit she wore.

“Did you have a nice time in there, honey?” he asked her in his sleaziest voice. “Next time I might just tie you down a little harder so you can’t escape so easily.”

No sooner had he stopped speaking when he realized he might have pushed things beyond what was tolerable, and that his words may have sounded a bit too much like a threat. He held his palms up to placate the agents. They were Feds after all, and there were limits to what he could get away with, even here in his home. But as long as their attention was on his foul persona, they might be too distracted to see anything they should not.

The moment she sat down, Natalie regretted it. At that distance, Joe’s smell was much stronger and had now decomposed into its base elements; foul breath, unwashed armpits, rancid sperm, stinking feet. It was hard for her to concentrate on the interrogation as she was focusing her mind on keeping a straight face, despite the turmoil of disgust and dark fantasies that churned inside her. Of course, Joe only made things worse with his choice of words, waking up mental images she had tried to block since puberty. It made her very uncomfortable, and she left her colleague to lead the questioning, which was rather uncommon for her.

Joe reached out with one bare foot under the table and let his big toe trace a daring path up along the inner side of agent Swann’s shin. In the meantime he gave absent-minded grunts in response to the other agent’s interrogation, “Huh, uhuh, yeah, mmmhm…” as his focus remained on other, more important matters. He first felt her polished black shoe, then her loose pant leg, and followed it upward. To his surprise, he got as far as her knee before she shifted and squeezed her legs together to stop his advance. Yes, there was something odd about this one. If he didn’t know better, he’d say she was aroused!

Natalie bit her lower lip at the sudden touch. She gave a little jerk that made Ross pause in the middle of a sentence. Then she froze as the clear print of a toe slid up her inner calf. How dare he? She was an FBI agent, she had come here to question him, and he dared to treat her like she was some common slut in a bar!

Suddenly she realized that she was indeed behaving like a slut. His foot had already reached her knee while she was reflecting on how to react. She blinked a couple of times, as though to wake herself up, and clenched her legs together. She did not like the smug expression she saw on Joe’s face.

Alas, that did not stop the slob from continuing his assault. His foot now attacked from the outside of her left leg, pushing under her pants. His cold, moist toes touched her bare skin, and she felt a jolt of disgust. She jerked her legs away, making her bump into Ross, who once again made a pause and even looked at her, puzzled by her unusual behavior. Natalie felt herself sweating. Her face must be glistening under the bare bulb that hung from the ceiling.

“Ain’t nothing I wouldn’t do to you if I had the chance,” Joe then said out of nowhere in a breathy voice, puzzling Ross and shocking Natalie, as a new rush of perverted images flooded her mind. This time she imagined herself kneeling on the dirty floor of the bedroom, her arms contorted behind her and tied to the bed frame while Joe raped her mouth with an impossibly huge and filthy cock; or her being wrapped and bound to that very kitchen table and him ejaculating immense amounts of sperm all over her naked body while he used the overhead bulb to burn her nipples. Even worse images tumbled at the back of her consciousness, where she was strangled, peed upon… This was getting out of hand.

“I… I’m sorry…” she said, pushing her seat away from the table and standing up. “Ross, I have an urgent call to make. Do you mind continuing this without me for a moment? I’ll be just outside…”

“Leaving already, sugartits? And we were just getting to the good stuff!” Joe’s departing comment followed her on her way out of the trailer.

Agent Ross was flabbergasted. How did Swann dare to leave in the middle of the interview? Such unprofessional behavior was unlike her. Come to think of it, she had been acting in a strange way ever since entering this place, and even though he could not quite figure out why that was, he did find her obvious distress somewhat…amusing. As she was heading for the door, he drily said, “We are done in a minute, Agent Swann. Come back here and let’s finish this, now.”

Natalie stopped just as she could breathe the fresh forest air. Ross was not her superior, but he was still her senior mentor, and she could not reject a direct order, even though she did not want to go back anywhere near that scumbag. Doubly defeated, she turned on her heels and came back to the table, feeling humiliated and helpless. In front of her, Joe was beaming.

“Ahh, I missed you, pumpkin. Why don’t you come over here and sit in uncle Joe’s lap? I promise it will be much more comfortable than that rickety old chair,” he said with a nasty grin, slapping a greasy hand against his bare, hairy thigh.

Natalie once more tried her best to ignore the insufferable pig and instead turned to her colleague, whispering to him, “Ross, can we please get out of here? It’s obvious this guy doesn’t know anything. We’re just wasting our time here.”

“Oh, I know more than you think, baby. I know exactly what you want. And there’s only one way you will get it,” Joe interjected. He left his words hanging in the air, the double meaning obvious. Even the dull male agent could not hide a small smirk this time as he picked up on the sexist slur. Joe didn’t blame him. Working every day with such a knockout of a partner, the poor guy had probably tried to get into her pants more than once, and failed every time. Joe chuckled to himself. This agent…Ross, was it?... had a lot to learn. He clearly had no idea how to treat a slut, or he would have gotten to that pussy in no time. From where Joe was sitting, agent Swann was just begging for it.

Natalie could not believe it! Was it possible that her partner was enjoying the situation? Was this some kind of revenge for her tendency to take the lead despite her lower rank? Or was it just some man-to-man joke at her expense? For some obscure reason, she didn’t dare to snap a sharp remark at the slob, nor did she reprimand her partner.

Joe sought eye contact with Natalie, and when he got it, he fixed her large brown orbs with an intense stare, conveying to her all the filthy thoughts that occupied his mind at that moment, daring her to stop him from seeing them all fulfilled. He had her now. Oh yes, she was his. She just didn’t know it yet.

Natalie had kept her eyes averted most of the time until now. Feeling Joe staring at her, she made the mistake to look up, and then it was as though she were mesmerized—a mouse in front of a snake. It wasn’t that his eyes were dazzling, or charismatic. Quite the contrary; they looked like pig eyes, squeezed in amid bags of fat. But the things they conveyed! They seemed to drill straight into her soul, sucking out her most horrible fantasies and making them worse. It was as though her resolve was melting. She could no longer turn her eyes away, nor could she speak. Her mouth opened, as though to say something, and then remained agape, and silent.

The look she gave him in return, the expression of submission in those dark, velvety eyes, the slight tremble of her full lips, the tightening of the tiny muscles in her brows, almost caused his cock to burst through its meager confinement beneath the table. He nearly came in those week-old underwear, adding to the stains already in them. What small part of Joe’s mind that wasn’t occupied undressing the young female agent in front of him, body and soul, was now handing out trite answers to Ross’ questions in monotonous tones, as if coming from a separate being.

Agent Ross tried to continue his interview, not paying much attention to what was happening around him as he read his notes and scribbled down what he could. It was difficult to get any information out of this slug of a man. Swann may have been right, they were wasting their time. Still, he liked how his colleague had turned all meek and silent all of a sudden. Perhaps it was the stench floating around in this place. He could see how that would affect her. For his part, he would have to get his suit dry-cleaned once they got back to civilization. Failing to get any more answers to his questions, he stood up.

“OK, Mr. Carter, we are done, for now. Do not leave the country until we let you know that this case is closed. We might have more questions to ask you at a later date.” He walked to the door and then looked over his shoulder at Swann who was still sitting at the table with a lost look on her face.

“Didn’t you have an urgent call to make, Agent Swann?”

This broke the dark spell Natalie had been frozen in. Shaking her head, closing her mouth, she stood up too, almost stumbling on her chair, and headed for the door without another word, happy to leave this creepy place.

Before his pretty prey could exit his home, Joe grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her aside, cornering her between himself and the wall. A quick glance outside confirmed that her partner was already a ways up ahead and would not overhear what he was about to say. Boy did she smell good! He made sure to stand close enough to her so that she could feel his erection poking up against her body, to let her know he had claimed ownership of her.

Natalie shivered at the clammy touch on her arm, and then the solid bulge against her thigh, but did not even consider shaking herself free. Again, she felt frozen to the spot, lost in her own maze of twisted arousal.

“If you want to know what really happened to that missing chick, I might know something about it,” Joe said in the most serious tone of voice he had used all day.

“But there is a price. You come see me tonight back here, at ten o’clock sharp, alone and unarmed. And don’t tell anyone about it, or I won’t talk.” He looked into her eyes for a long moment to see if she had understood, and then slid his hand down her arm to brush over the backs of her slender fingers.

“Oh, and about that payment, don’t worry about it, I’ll let you know what you can do for me when you get here,” he finished with another toothy grin.

“See you tonight, tight-cheeks.” He gave her a slap on the butt to send her on her way, and then turned back into the trailer for some breakfast.

* * *

Natalie’s mind cleared almost as soon as she was out of the truck, but Joe’s words kept churning in her head. Following Ross to their car, she even let him drive again as she was trying to sort out her thoughts. If that fat pig really knew something about their case, it might help her progress toward her upcoming promotion. However, there was something more at stake here, something far more personal. That price she would have to pay… it was easy to guess it would be some kind of sexual service. And the things that a sleazebag of Joe’s caliber would come up with in that regard would never classify as mild. To her confused mind, that thought acted both as a repellant and an attractor.

Starting with her puberty, she had developed very intense fantasies which she had kept to herself and had fought to suppress for years. And now that man, that disgusting slob, was giving her a chance to live them all out. It would be their secret. Nobody she knew would be around or have any reason to meet with or speak to that man afterward. And even if they did, who would believe a hillbilly like him if he decided to brag about his conquest? After the way he had just treated her, with Ross as her witness, it was clear he was quite full of himself and could not be trusted. Besides, it would be her word against his, and a respectable Federal agent like herself would win that debate ten times out of ten.

It would be just a one-time affair. She could experience the thrill to its culmination, and then it would be exorcized, leaving her free from its curse for the rest of her life. It was a bit reckless, maybe… but she didn’t think this guy was really dangerous. He was just a stupid, porn-addicted redneck. And it was not as if she was defenseless. Even without her gun, her body was a trained weapon and she felt sure she could overpower that obese guy without breaking a sweat. But he was so disgusting! What if she caught some disease? And what if his invitation was a trap? What if, when she got there, ten of his friends would be waiting to jump her and gang rape her?

Thoughts like these continued to torture her for the entire day back at the office, preventing her from getting much work done. Whenever she managed to calm down and think about the situation in the cold light of day, she came to the conclusion that it was all just bullshit, that Joe had no information to give and that he only wanted a piece of ass without having to pay for it. Yet, she could not get rid of that clammy touch on her arm. She could still feel the moist, pudgy fingers holding it with steel strength. It was as though she was still in his filthy grasp. Whenever that thought came back, her resolve collapsed and she felt the urge to see him again.

Moreover, it seemed that the stench of his genitals had impregnated her pants where he had rubbed them. It was as though his pheromones had marked her and were floating around announcing to everybody that she was owned. Looking around at her colleagues, nobody seemed to notice anything different about her, but she did not dare to ask. She made several trips to the restroom to try and wash the spot with soap, even spraying it with perfume. But somehow the smell would not go away. Worse, whenever she found herself alone in the restroom, she could not fight the perverse thoughts from coming back. She found herself slipping her hands under her shirt, under her sports bra even, to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples. That just drove her crazy and blurred her mind even more.

In the end, she went home early, in the hopes that a long shower would remove all traces of that awful man. As soon as she was in her apartment, she disrobed and got under the hot spray. She soaped every inch of herself and shampooed her long curly hair. Then she turned down the temperature of the water until it was as cold as it could get. This helped her a lot, and when she got out of the shower, covered in goosebumps, her decision was clear in her mind. She would forget about that jerk and continue with her job as usual. She was looking forward to a cozy evening of watching Columbo episodes until she fell asleep on her couch.

On the way to the kitchen, she saw her clothes, which she had just dropped in a heap on the floor. She gathered them to put them in the laundry basket. That was when the smell came back, wafting up from her crumpled pants. In seconds it had melted her mind again.

She realized then that she would never get rid of this curse. The only way to break free was to explore it, live it out to its end and then forget about it. She looked at the clock. Five past nine. She could still get there in time if she hurried.

She put on a pair of jeans, a normal bra that would not compress her breasts to oblivion, and a white blouse. Nothing sexy, but informal and not too expensive, as she might have to dump the clothes afterward. For her shoes, she selected a pair of natural leather sandals with a medium heel.

She was already late. She had no time to dry her hair or tie it into her usual bun. She knew that by the time she reached the trailer park, it would have dried into a monstrous mess of brown curls, but that didn’t really matter at this point, did it?

She considered taking her gun, hesitated, and decided to put it in the glove compartment of her car, just in case. She also tossed her handcuffs in her purse should she need to arrest the guy at some point.

Then she drove as fast as she dared. Night was already falling and it was a solid hour to get to the trailer park. With almost no traffic on the back roads at this late hour, she made it in less than fifty minutes. But she was still late. She parked her car by the rather quaint ‘No Trespassers’ sign at the entrance, and then set off across the seedy encampment. Again, the place seemed deserted, and she wondered if anyone else but Joe lived there.

She arrived at his big trailer truck a few minutes past ten, panting and having built up a sheen of perspiration from the brisk walk. Taking a breath, she gave the door a firm knock, which still sounded weaker than the pounding of her own heart.

* * *

Joe had been watching for agent Swann to arrive, but never thought she’d show. When the clock had passed ten, he was sure she wouldn’t, but then he spotted her jogging up toward the trailer, and his face lit up in a nasty smile.

“Hey, kitten, why don’t you get over to your friend’s house and play with some dolls or something, leave daddy to have some fun tonight, OK?” he called over his shoulder to his daughter, who gave him a frown and a huge sigh.

“I’m nineteen, dad. I don’t play with dolls anymore. Though it looks like you’ll get to play with your doll tonight,” she added with a twisted grin. “Are you sure you don’t need some help with her?”

“Just get out of here, girl,” he said, making shooing motions for her to leave.

“OK, OK. I’m going.” Heather grabbed some of her things and then pushed open the back door, slipping out into the woods behind the trailer and was fast gone into the night.

* * *

Joe leaned up against the front door of his shabby, but trusted trailer. On the other side of it stood special agent Natalie Swann, the two of them separated only by a sheet of metal. He had heard her knocking, but decided she could wait a little longer. He stroked his rising cock through his sweatpants and thought about what he’d first do with her. He could almost smell her through the walls; that faint, sweet perfume of hers that intoxicated his senses.

Natalie stood, panting, trying to recover her breath. There was no reaction, no sound from inside the truck, though she could see a warm yellow light filter through the curtains. Where could that slob have gone off to anyway? He was just playing with her nerves, she was sure. At least this pause allowed her to calm down a bit.

Joe couldn’t wait any longer. He tore open the door, and there she was. For a moment he just stared at her, taking in her beauty. She looked different. So different, in fact, that at first glance he thought she might be somebody else. Her hair was all over and around her head, a tousled mass of thick brown curls. She wore more makeup than she had when on duty, and her tits looked somehow bigger. Her plain white blouse contrasted with her golden-tanned skin, making her glow in the dim light under the single functioning lamppost. Whoever this was, she looked great! Then he recognized those liquid brown pools she had for eyes and his face split in a big grin.

“Agent Swann. So glad you could make it,” he said, holding out his arms to the sides in a welcoming gesture. She did not respond with more than a raised eyebrow.

The temperature had dropped outside, and wearing no jacket, she looked cold, though her skin gleamed with perspiration. She must have hurried to get here on time. He liked that. Already, she was showing dedication. He made no move to invite her inside, enjoying the sight of her standing there shivering. She looked even more unsure of herself now than she had earlier, but he knew she wouldn’t have come here if she didn’t know what she wanted—and what he wanted.

“You look unarmed, but you’ll forgive me if I don’t take your word for it,” he said, taking a step forward.

“Turn around and put your hands up against the wall.” He smirked, loving the swapping of roles. When she did as ordered, he moved up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, enjoying the feel of their flaring curvature. He grabbed her small, firm waist and slid his hands up along her flanks as if feeling for any hidden weapons, taking his time, and when he reached her breasts, he cupped and squeezed them far longer than needed.

Natalie chewed her lip, and closed her eyes, repeating to herself that she was making a mistake. But it was too late now. His hands were warm and sweaty against her cold skin. The touch was disagreeable and the way he squeezed her breasts… his fingers felt like the claws of some raptor. Yet it brought a clench to her vagina. This was it. Her fantasies were getting real.

“Well, you don’t hide much up there, I can tell,” he taunted her, a bit disappointed in how shallow those small mounds of tit flesh felt under his palms. He leaned in closer so that he could bury his bulbous nose in her sweet-smelling mass of hair and whispered in her ear, “Now let’s see what you’re concealing down below.” Grabbing her neck with one hand to push her up against the trailer wall, he used the other to feel up her jeans-clad ass and firm-muscled thighs. Wherever he placed his hands on her, he felt tight, young flesh. She was fit, alright, and in great shape from the looks of her.

All along, Natalie remained silent. She was trembling a bit, whether from the chill or the fear, she couldn’t tell. Or was it excitement? His hands explored her butt and crotch as though she was just a piece of meat. It should have been obvious to him that she could not hide anything there as her tight pants hugged her body. But then, he wasn’t searching her, he was evaluating her, and asserting his domination of her. And she felt it, deep in her soul.

He found her purse hanging off one shoulder and ripped it away with such force the strap broke. Rifling through its contents, his eyes fell on the standard issue handcuffs inside and he let out a soft chuckle. Plucking the metal out of the purse, he upended the rest of it on the muddy grass and threw the empty thing aside as if it was trash.

“Hey! My purse! My things!” Natalie protested, wondering how she was going to find all her stuff in the darkness. The keys to her car and to her apartment were in there somewhere! Along with the condoms she had thrown in at the last minute.

“How nice of you to bring your own toys to the party,” Joe said, ignoring her protests, and pulled her hands down one by one to lock them in the steel manacles behind her back, tightening them to their smallest circumference until they sat snug up against her slender wrist bones.

She had felt it coming the moment he’d found the handcuffs and she gave herself a mental slap for even bringing them. Or was this what she had wanted all along? She hadn’t found any non-violent way to avoid her shackling, and now she felt stupid, standing there like some common criminal in the chilly night, her wrists crushed by her own handcuffs. How humiliating was this going to get?

“Now let’s go have that talk, you and I,” Joe said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her along in rough jerks, making her stumble as she was manipulated, stubbing her toes against the steps on the way in. She wasn’t really used to wearing heels. Joe shoved her inside the trailer and slammed the door shut behind them. Natalie already had the distinct feeling this would be the longest night of her life.