Agent Swann, FBI: Fucked, Blackmailed, and Impounded

Jade Monroe slammed the barbell down with a loud thump after finishing a grueling series of power lifts. She allowed herself a few strong breaths as she shook out the burn in her arms and shoulders, wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand. Walking over to the bench, she laid down on her back for some follow-up reps with the free weights she had set up there earlier.

Unladylike grunts escaped Jade’s lips as she worked her biceps and back, pumping out hard, controlled sets. She did both arms before a quick rest, taking deep hard breaths before resuming again. Her broad chest rose and fell with her steady movements, arms thick as bridge cables powering the heavy dumbbells up over her body and out to the sides, then back up again.

It was early morning and the empty training center was quiet, leaving Jade working out in a calm and solitary environment—just the way she liked it. She had never been much of a people person, especially not in the mornings, and she enjoyed having the gym all to herself. That way she did not have to endure the many stares she invariably drew from men, nor did she need to answer their stupid questions and lame come-ons. Not that she minded the attention—as long as the interest came from another woman, it had always fed her ego—but sometimes it could be more annoying than pleasurable.

Jade finished her last rep with a growl and sat up on the bench, grimacing with the kind of twisted pleasure only a hardcore bodybuilder would understand as she felt the rushed swelling in her biceps and lower lats. The sheen of sweat glistening on her skin made her smile and nod to herself. She liked seeing the evidence of her hard work manifested on her body.

Intrigued for more, she went over to stand in front of the mirror wall to have a look at herself in all her pumped-up glory. Having thrown on just a small black mesh top and tight briefs for her workout, she showed a lot of honey-colored skin, adorned with an intricate filigree of body art. On top of her side-shaved head, the platinum blonde mohawk that had become something of her signature trademark lay draped to one side, matted with sweat. But it still gave her already massive six-foot-two frame an extra boost in height.

With lustful eyes, she followed the numerous tattoos that outlined her gleaming, half-naked torso; Swirling shapes and lines of various cultural origins traced the curves and bumps of her muscular arms and thighs. Each piece of art had been selected and applied with careful consideration during her travels around the world. Jade would only ever let the most distinguished artists work on her body, and the ink left in her skin showcased both their skill at their craft and a genuine sense of aesthetics. Every stylized depiction was riveting in its beauty, each dot and line freehanded with great attention to detail.

As much as each drawing was a work of art in itself, they also formed a greater whole—a tribute to the splendor of her body. So far, she had only done her limbs and flanks, leaving most of her chest, belly, and back open and bare; an untouched canvas of smooth golden skin. She had plans to fill in that space too, though she thought it looked pretty sexy the way that wide expanse of skin was left naked like the sea amid a coastline of black twirls and exotic letterings.

On a whim, she put her hands underneath her ample breasts and lifted them a bit to show off the full range of her rippling abdominals. The silver stud that was pierced through her belly button gave off a glint in the overhead lights. She had forgotten to take it out as she normally did before her workouts, but it looked good, so where was the harm? Where most bodybuilders and fitness models had their tits done to compensate for the lack of filling, hers were all natural. Big, firm, and round, the twin orbs sat high and proud on her chest, stretching the mesh top to the point of it bursting at the seams. She let the heavy mounds fall back into their proper place on her chest and reached her hands further up toward the ceiling, smiling at the way her toned muscle definition jumped out in new starkness beneath her sweat-oiled skin.

With her arms stretched above her head and her top lifted with them, the bottom curves of her breasts showed like two golden half-orbs, silky smooth and shiny with a thin layer of perspiration accenting their gleam. The end of the vine tattoo lining her lower right breast was just visible where it peeked out beneath the black mesh. After she had struck a few poses of strength to admire herself from multiple angles, Jade lowered her arms back down, and the tantalizing glimpse of pristine breast flesh was again hidden from sight.

She looked straight into the mirror, gazing into her own clear blue eyes, and smirked at herself. For a moment she toyed with the idea of taking the top off altogether and basking in her raw, natural beauty. After all, there was no one around to see her right now, no one to witness her personal radiance—which was their loss, in a way. Besides, the thrill of being discovered might be a good enough reason in itself for a little naughtiness. But then she reminded herself that she still had a few more sets to complete before her workout was over, and nothing ever got in the way of her routine. Though there might be time to make up for it in the shower afterward...

* * *

Driving along the empty road for a few miles, Natalie spotted a place to stop by the shoulder of a side road and pulled over. There she set to the task of removing the ball gag once and for all. She no longer cared about how dirty her hands were, she just wanted the thing gone. She pushed one finger in at each corner of her mouth, slipping their tips past the curve of the ball. Since it had been deformed by the strong biker she had tangled with at the restrooms, its fit was not as airtight as before, which left more room for her to work with.

After a lot of painful yanking and digging, she was finally able to get the nasty dog toy away, spewing a mouthful of spit over her chest as the filthy thing popped out and landed at the foot of the passenger seat. For several minutes she kept spitting and working her tongue around her mouth to get all of the nasty dog hairs and bits of dirt and filth out of there. Then she sat back and took a couple of deep breaths, glad to be alive and reasonably well after what she had just been through. Surely the worst had to be over by now.

Passing her head out of the rolled-down window, she twisted her drenched hair to get as much water out of it as possible. The rest would have to dry on her head. Her jeans and blouse were a stinking wet mess, but she could do nothing about them. She used the sunshade’s mirror to look at herself. At least the mascara smears were gone, washed away by a torrent of piss and toilet water. Still, she thought she’d never looked worse in her life. She was surprised the mirror didn’t crack having to reflect that horrible image looking back at her.

She looked as exhausted as she felt, her eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot, but to her surprise she didn’t show many traces of a beating there. Somehow, her face had escaped with just a little redness from the several hard slaps she had taken. Her scalp, however, was sore and scratched, but those marks were hidden under her thick hair. Her belly, rib cage, and breasts were likewise tender, covered in dark ugly bruises. What remained of her skimpy top could not hide all the damage. And of course, her feet were still bare and dirty.

She picked up her smartphone from the glove compartment; No messages, no calls. She wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved or upset about the lack of interest in her whereabouts. On the one hand, she felt glad that everything seemed normal, but on the other hand, she needed someone to care about what had happened to her, a friendly voice to offer her some sympathy. It was a ridiculous thought. She worked alone and lived alone, and had never needed anyone in her life. Why would she do so now?

She glanced at the clock. It was too late now to hope to enter the FBI building without attracting attention. She would arrive there at the same time as the main workforce. Although the training center was located in a separate part of the building from the main offices, the problem was getting there unnoticed. Maybe she could sneak in by using the delivery entrance... Nobody knew her around that place and there might not be too much activity there yet. Her passcard, which had been tucked away in the glove compartment during her adventures, opened almost all of the doors in the building so it would not be difficult to get in. She would just have to hope nobody was using the gym showers so early in the day.

* * *

Jade stripped off her skimpy exercise clothes and turned on the shower, cold water only. After the gruelling series of lifts, she needed the calming effect of a full-body cool to reach deeper muscle relaxation. She put her hands against the tile wall and stood under the chilly stream, bowing her head to make herself fit. At a good bit over six foot, Jade was a striking figure of a woman, even more so given she was almost always in combat gear or wearing sleeveless tank tops that showed off her bulging, tattooed muscles. But she hadn’t worked so hard for that body not to show it off.

She soaked her head, letting her blonde mohawk plaster against her side-shaved scalp, and relaxed into the chillness of the downpour. For the moment she just stood there and enjoyed her shower. She wasn’t quite through yet with her workout program, but she needed to refill her body with some energy, a bit of rest, and a protein shake or two before she got started on the remaining muscle groups.

She stepped out of the shower, wiped her face, and threw her towel on the bench. Shaking out her arms and cracking her neck a few times, she went stark naked into the sauna. Stopping by the thermostat, she turned the heat up to the max and took a center seat on the top row, legs and arms spread wide in a dominant position with her head tilted back to rest against the wall. The hot, barely breathable air opened every pore in her skin and soon had her drenched in a slick sheen of natural body oil. This was her reward for the punishing regimen she had just put herself through, and she intended to enjoy it all the way.

The privilege of having the sauna to herself was another reason she came in early. She couldn’t stand sharing the cramped space with some weakling girl who’d insist on turning the heat down or complain about Jade’s extensive need for legroom. Sometimes she wondered if she was the only woman left in this part of the world with some spine. It was infuriating.

Slitting one blue eye open, she surveyed the rolling hills of her sweaty breasts through the heat-shimmering air, their long nipples pointing up and out, still hard and erect from the cold shower. She lingered on that luscious scenery for a while, enjoying the excellent vantage point, before her gaze traveled down the valley in between those magnificent mounds, and across the golden plain of her hard, deep-ridged belly, and landed on the thick blonde tuft of curled hair puffing up between her muscular thighs. She didn’t shave or even trim her proud bush, preferring to let it grow wild as a real woman should, but the dense jungle still could not quite conceal the meaty labia that lay beneath, nor the large clit that protruded at the apex of her vulva.

With her legs spread this wide and facing the entrance, she would give anyone coming into the sauna right now quite an eyeful of her private box. In fact, looking at it would be all but unavoidable. But who would that lucky girl be? A random visitor to the training center? Perhaps the janitor... some rookie cop... or even the Deputy Director herself? That image gave her a wicked thrill, and her prominent clitoris stood up a little taller, showing a flash of pink amid her golden fleece.

On second thought, Jade mused, with the way her luck had been going of late, rather than a wild ride of some hot and nasty fun, such a show would probably just elicit another complaint of indecency from whoever entered that door. She sighed and placed her head back against the wall with a soft thump. Imagining one of those whiny bitches on her knees right now between her spread legs, where she could show a better use of her tongue, Jade licked her lips and closed her eyes, a dreamy smile spreading on her face as she let the hot steam envelop her whole being.

* * *

After an eventless drive, Natalie entered the FBI compound through the delivery gate. She had put her sunglasses on so as not to attract attention with her tired eyes. Rolling up to the gate, she presented her passcard, smiling at the unsuspecting guard. She wondered what he would think should he see what she looked like below the shoulders. Just as the thought entered her mind, she heard him say, “You OK, there, Miss Swann? You look a little…beaten up. Rough night?” his voice was halfway between lighthearted banter and a serious concern. Natalie swallowed. If she failed to give the right answer now, he might take that as a reason to investigate closer, and then she would be hard-pressed to explain her rowdy appearance. She didn’t recognize him, and it wasn’t likely he’d know who she was either. He looked young and mischievous, probably aiming to impress his buddies by showing he could stand up to an experienced female agent. Natalie sighed.

“A bit tired. I’ve been following a suspect all night long. And I still need to be in for the morning briefing. That’s Bureau life,” she answered with a shrug of her shoulders. “As a matter of fact, I’m running a bit late as it is…” She lowered her sunglasses a nudge to fix him with her coldest stare so that he would get the message and let her in without further nonsense. There was a moment’s pause that seemed to drag for ages as he looked at her with a scrutinizing eye.

“Would you mind rolling down your window for me, ma’am? Just a routine check and then you can be on your way.”

Natalie sighed again but kept a poker face as she pressed the button that lowered her window. There was no reason for him to be doing this. Either he had seen some part of her he should not, or he had just decided to mess with her, which would be very unprofessional, though not surprising. Either way, this was an unfortunate turn of events. What if he smelled her urine-soaked pants? Or what if he noticed her bare, bruised midriff? She had thought about this potential situation though, and was ready to answer any questions regarding it.

The guard peeked inside the car, shone a flashlight over the passenger seat, and then up and down her seated body, smiling at the scanty clothing she had on. His nose wrinkled as the light paused and held on her damp jeans.

“Not to be putting my nose into your business, ma’am, but… did you have an accident in there or something?” His wry smirk told her all she needed to know. Of course, he would take advantage of her situation! Men were all alike everywhere you went. She rolled her eyes, annoyed but not worried by his insistence. He was just a guard after all. Young and dumb.

“That’s not very professional of you to ask, Mr…” she leaned toward him to read his name tag, “…Roberts. But if you must know, that was part of my cover. I had to blend in with the crowd, and not in the best part of town. The rest is classified. I shouldn’t have to be telling you this much, buddy. Who is your superior? Maybe I should have a chat with him instead.”

The guard looked disappointed at being so offhandedly dismissed when he had hoped to have her cornered, and for a moment Natalie thought he would come back with another quip. But then he straightened up, stood back, and waved a hand.

“N-no need for that, ma’am. You are cleared to pass, Miss Swann. Have a nice day,” he said in a much more professional tone, buzzing her in.

Inside the car, Natalie exhaled a deep sigh of relief as she rolled into the compound. She would now be recorded on the system as ‘on premises’. This meant nobody would be looking for her for a couple of hours at least. Moments later, she parked her car as close to the delivery building as possible, near a side door.

Now came the stressful moment. The instant she got out of her car, she would expose her bare feet, her filthy clothes, and her outrageous top. Her hair was half-dried, and as usual, when she did not take care of it, looked like a tangled ball of hay.

She waited until there was nobody close by and hurried toward the door. Her passcard opened it with a welcoming beep. Next to the door was the regulatory hydro-alcoholic gel dispenser. This reminded her of a concern that had been gnawing at the back of her mind ever since Joe had pierced her nipple with that badge pin. She did not want to get a nasty infection, especially not in such a sensitive place. She stopped by the dispenser and squeezed out a few dollops to disinfect her hands. Then she collected a bead of gel in her palm and, pushing her hand under her knotted blouse, massaged it into her sore nipple. She gritted her teeth from the sting as she made sure some of the gel entered the wound by moving the padlock shank back and forth a couple of times.

As she moved on down the deserted hallways, she spotted a workman’s jacket on a hook and grabbed it along with a ball cap. The vest was too big for her, but it hid her bruised and exposed chest, and that was all that mattered. She gathered her hair into a ponytail which she passed through the hole at the end of the cap once it was on her head. This tamed her mane a bit and covered most of the filth that crusted the curled brown strands. All in all, she now looked so different from her usual self that nobody she knew would recognize her without a second look. The only odd thing still remaining about her appearance was her bare feet.

Suddenly, a door opened up ahead, maybe ten steps or so from where she was standing, and a man stepped out into the corridor holding a stack of papers. He turned and started walking in her direction, but his nose was deep in those papers and he hadn’t seen her yet.

Instead of fleeing, she decided to just keep going in his direction, speeding up her steps to reach the point where her feet would be in his dead angle. She kept her head down, hiding her face under the cap visor. She made almost no noise, so he would probably not see her until she was too close for him to notice her naked feet.

“Oh, sorry, I almost didn’t see you there. Good morning!” he said, peering down at her from over his glasses and then continuing onward, again lost in his work.

Natalie mumbled a quick greeting while nodding at him and continued to pad forward, resisting the urge to turn around. Damn, that had been nerve-wracking! There was only a matter of time before one of these encounters would stop working in her favor.

She took a convoluted path to avoid the busiest places on the way to the gym building where her locker was, and where she could, at last, take her much-coveted shower. It was with a beating heart that she pushed through the door to her final destination.

As she entered the locker room, she relaxed for the first time since last evening. She had made it! Despite all that she had gone through, she was now back to her normal life. She let out a deep sigh of relief. This was the end of her long, mostly self-induced predicament. A hot shower, several thorough body rubs, shampoos, and a couple of days’ worth of rest, and everything she had gone through last night would be nothing but a bad memory. She might even ask her boss to let her work on the biker gang affairs and see if she could find a way to get back at them. She had a bone to grind with those guys for sure. They’d soon find out the hard way that they’d been messing with the wrong woman.

As she had expected, at this time of day the gym was pretty much deserted as everyone would be busy getting ready for work. She walked straight over to her locker, where she stored her spare clothes along with her exercise outfit and doubles of her home and car keys. Pulling off the borrowed cap and vest, she squatted down before the narrow metal door.

At that point, Joe reminded Natalie of the hellish night he had put her through by throwing yet another humiliation her way. In order to open the locker, she first had to kneel down in front of it, pop her left breast out of her ruined blouse, and lean in so close to the keyhole that the side of her face was pressed against the cold metal door. Natalie grimaced and sent an uncomplimentary thought Joe’s way as she was forced to tug and twist at her sore nipple to turn the key that was attached to it.

In the middle of this awkward maneuver, she heard sudden footsteps padding toward the room. Without thinking, she turned to see who was coming and winced as the movement yanked on her stuck nipple. The rows of lockers still kept her unseen by the newcomer, but her stupid reaction had not only hurt her breast but also clanged the padlock against the locker door, announcing her presence to whoever was coming.

With no time to lose, Natalie opened the locker door, retracted the key, and sat back on her haunches. She had just enough time to slip her breast back under her ruined blouse as the footsteps approached her position, sounding much closer now, almost upon her. Thinking fast, she wrapped her towel around her torso to hide her bruised midriff and her stained blouse and then turned to see who it was.

* * *

Whoomphh! Jade’s right shin slammed into the side of the five-foot punching bag drooping from the ceiling. The bag jangled on its chain and swung wide, tracing a drunken orbit through the air before being knocked off-course a second later by another powerful spin kick. Jade swayed forward, ducking around the bag as it came back toward her. She moved in close from the opposite side and started pummeling the canvas with her fists, driving home lefts and rights, jabs and hooks, uppercuts and back-fists, slamming her elbows deep into the bag’s worn surface first from one side, then the other.

Dangling on a chain two feet off the floor, the heavy bag was just a bit taller than Jade, which made for a good impression of a sturdy opponent, though she did prefer a sparring partner who didn’t just take the hits but also gave some back. But this dummy was what she got, and for now, it would suffice to help her blow off some steam.

Jade had put her damp gym clothes back on for the final part of her workout, not caring that her body still dripped with sweat from the hot sauna, though she had skipped her shoes, opting to go barefoot for this part. After refueling her body with some liquid protein, she decided to go a few rounds with the punching bag to shake out the remaining tension in her back and shoulders and practice her footwork a bit. It was also a great way to purge her frustrations, and she had plenty of those built up inside.

Wham! Another kick, this time a forward-driving heel, struck the bag which was sent on a back-and-forth sway that Jade stepped forward to stop with a tight hug. With her body pressed close against the sand-filled bag, a shiver went up her spine as her nipples and clit rubbed against the rough canvas. Having gone over three weeks without pussy, her libido was at an all-time high, and it didn’t look like she was going to get relief anytime soon. It was maddening. She pushed the bag away from her and gave it a series of five quick punches, dodging out of its pendulous momentum before yelling out her unsated desires in a primal roar.

She could always use her hands or her toys to please herself, of course, but simple masturbation just didn’t do it for her. To reach those most glorious heights, she needed someone to get her off in the dirtiest way. She smacked the punching bag with a jab and hook combination, sending it spinning on its chain, and then followed its movements with a circling sidestep. Going without a steady partner for almost a year had proven harder than she’d thought. Not that she missed that bitch of a girlfriend she’d had back then. That one was good riddance. But when her latest fling had up and gone without warning, Jade had been left with no one around to take care of her needs, and finding a woman with her particular bent had been far from easy around these parts.

“Damn it!” She cursed as her fist hit the bag at an awkward angle and twisted in a jolt of pain. She hadn’t bothered with gloves, going for a barehanded boxing session, but that was not the problem. Her mind was not in the fight, and now she paid for her lack of focus. With renewed frustration, Jade curled her upper lip and shoved the punching bag away from her, hard. She stepped back, shifted her momentum in a tight semicircle by spinning on her left heel, and slammed the side of her right foot full force into the worn canvas. With most of her 185 pounds behind the kick, the bag traveled an impressive distance before it pivoted in the air and came back at her with a force that would have knocked most combatants on their asses, or at least pushed them back a step or two. Not Jade. Turning her shoulder, she took the collision head-on, standing her ground like a fortified castle gate before a battering ram. Still, the heavy impact made her grunt and wince.

With the fight taken out of her for the moment, Jade wrapped her arms around the bag and leaned into it, letting the chain support her weight as she wiped her brow against her biceps and took a breather. How hard could it be to get some cunt around here, she wondered for the umpteenth time. Perhaps she should try the local bar again after work, and see if her luck had turned. It sure beat spending another lonely night in her dingy motel room. Stepping back from the bag, she nursed her injured wrist, shaking out the pain. It didn’t seem to be anything serious, but she’d had enough drilling for today anyway. Time to call it a morning and head for the showers. And dammit if she wasn’t going to get herself off hard in there, one way or another. Good thing she still had that extra large dildo she bought last week sitting in her gym bag...

As she approached the locker room, she thought she heard a noise from inside. Was there someone else in there? Who would’ve come in at this hour? She always had the gym and showers to herself this time of day. At first, she thought she might have imagined it, but then she heard the distinct clang of metal striking metal, and knew beyond a doubt she would be sharing the showers with someone else. Oh, that’s just great, she thought. There goes my masturbation session... Fuck it! I’ll just go at it anyway, no matter who’s listening. They tell me off, I’ll bash their face in; they wanna join, all the better! As Jade rounded the corner and spotted who was to be her morning company, the anger on her face melted away, replaced by a wide, naughty grin.

* * *

From her squatting position, Natalie found herself staring at a pair of golden tree trunk thighs, and had to turn her eyes up… and up… and up to meet their owner. She already had a sinking feeling in her gut. Those legs and that body could only belong to one woman. And that woman was the last person she wanted to see right now.

It was Jade Monroe; the tall, lesbian, short-cropped blonde with a grudge toward everyone and everything. Jade was DEA, working undercover by the codename ‘Piranha’. She led a team working with the FBI in a joint task force investigating a drug distribution connection in another case that some of her colleagues had been working on for years.

Despite her abrasive demeanor, Jade was one of the best agents the Bureau had at its disposal. She was older and more experienced in her field than most others on the Force, and Natalie had always held a grudging respect toward the distinguished woman, even if she needed an attitude adjustment of the greatest magnitude. That cocky self-assuredness was grating to the bone. But she supposed that her temerity was part of why the blonde one-woman tank had been so successful in infiltrating and dismantling criminal activity all around the state.

Natalie sighed. On top of everything else that had happened this morning, this was not what she needed. And right when things had seemed to be going her way too… Even worse, she hated that the arrogant bully would see her in her current state of squalor. She kept her body facing her locker and only swiveled her head to look at the DEA agent.

“Hey, Jade… You’re up early today as well, I see?” she said, trying to sound cheerful but failing miserably. Instead, her voice came out throaty and raspy, as though she had spent the last hour screaming at the top of her lungs.

It was hard not to feel intimidated by the tall blonde’s physical presence. In only a small black mesh top and tight gym shorts, her muscular frame was on full display, shining with a rich coating of fresh sweat as if she had come straight from the gym. Which was not a bad guess since that seemed to be where she spent most of her free time working on that body of hers.

“Well, well, look at this! Seems Miss Primrose had some fun last night, am I right? Must’ve been one hell of a party too! What happened to your shoes? Or is barefoot the latest fashion now? I must’ve missed that fad, though I have to say it looks kinda sexy on you,” Jade said in her usual crass manner.

Natalie blushed, then frowned. “That’s none of your business. I was on a mission...a classified mission, if you know what that means…” It was a weak explanation, she knew, offering no justification for her feet being bare and dirty, nor her general state of filthiness. She also knew she was reeking of all the fluid memories she had collected over the night.

“Wait, is that… cum in your hair?” Jade said with a choked giggle, reaching out to touch a strand of crusty chestnut curls. “And what happened to your voice, going all hot and husky-like? The only time my voice sounded like that was after I’d deep-throated a strap-on for hours…”

“OK, stop it! That’s just… I don’t want to hear about your sick little… whatever it is you dykes do.” Natalie raged. This was the problem with other agents. They noticed every detail and were quick to connect the dots. Trying to hide a secret, no matter how small, from the people she worked with in this office was a nightmare. She turned her head away, pretending to busy herself with something inside her locker. When the big knucklehead didn’t seem able to take the hint, she snapped her head around and yelled at her.

“Fuck off Jade, and go mind your own business!” That came out a little harsher than she had intended, but she was on her last straw here. At this point, she was almost shaking with frustration.

“Ooh, you know I like it when you’re acting all tough! You’re so cute when you’re angry. Makes me wanna gobble you up.” Jade made a lewd gesture and licked her tongue in the air. It was quite a long tongue, Natalie noted with a disgusted wince. Thick and pink. And she didn’t have to open her mouth that wide to do it, did she?

“That’s your best hookup line? No wonder you’re still single,” Natalie retorted through clenched teeth, hating the sound of her new voice. The DEA Agent was a notorious lesbian and had been harassing her since the day she joined the task force, even though Natalie had made it very clear to her that she was one hundred percent, irreducibly heterosexual. But it had appeared Jade would not take no for an answer.

“Ouch, that hurt!” Jade put her hand over her heart, feigning a wounded response. “Just so you know, sweetcakes, the only reason I’m not seeing anyone right now is that I’m waiting for you,” she added in a more serious tone, fixing her icy blue eyes on Natalie.

“You’ll wait forever then. You know I’m no fucking lesbo. Just take the damn hint and go bother someone else.”

“Well, forever isn’t long enough for you, baby,” Jade whispered before turning around and walking away with a wry smile and an exaggerated swing to her broad hips.

“I would have hoped women were subtler than the basic male, but I guess they’re all the same… what a disappointment,” Natalie mumbled, letting out a sigh of relief as Jade finally left her alone.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that, honey,” Jade called back over her shoulder, and then she was gone.

What an absolute pain in the ass that bitch can be! Unbelievable! Natalie thought, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. Turning back to the task at hand, she shrugged and removed all her stinking clothes, then put them into a plastic bag and packed them at the bottom of her locker. Wrapping her naked self into her large towel, she hurried to the showers with her soap box and shampoo bottle in hand, more than ready for a moment of peace and recuperation.

She went into one of the private shower stalls by the wall and pulled the plastic curtain, ashamed of the black footprints her wet soles had left on the immaculate tiles. She wanted to be done fast, but she was so dirty it would take her some time to get rid of all the filth she had accumulated during her night of debauchery. Her hair, in particular, was so entangled and clogged with every nastiness the human body could produce, that it would take several shampoos to clean it.

It felt good to have the warm water drain away all the filth, as though that could also cleanse her mind. She soaped up her body, removing all traces from Joe and the bikers, except for the bruises. She was careful with her pierced nipple, grimacing as the soap stung the fresh wound. Her feet took much longer as she had walked on all types of substrates, in the forest, on the gravel road, on concrete, and even on the tiles of a shady public restroom. Her soles in particular were ingrained with dust and stains and dark scratches. She would have to be careful not to catch an infection there as well, though the skin seemed to be unbroken.

Finally, she went for the nest of filth on her head, first rinsing it to get rid of all the dust and twigs and whatever foulness her curls had caught. Then she began with the first of several shampoos. Turning her back to the curtain, her head bent forward and her eyes clenched, she rubbed her fingers against her sore scalp, feeling for any lumps, open wounds, or other hidden injuries as she soaked her hair with white bubbly soap. Despite the unwelcome interruption by Jade, it felt wonderful to clean herself and just relax under the hot stream.

* * *

Jade could not believe her luck! Of all the people that could have fucked up her day, Swann was the only one she did not mind disturbing her morning routine. Hell, she would have invited that hottie into her shower any day! In fact, if memory served, she might have done just that a few times before... to no avail. But now, it seemed, it would finally happen.

Afraid that she would scare the little minx away with her intimidating presence, Jade had stepped out for a few minutes, giving Natalie some time to get undressed. Once the doll was in the shower, naked and vulnerable, she would be much easier to corner, with fewer potential witnesses too. It was almost like a prison rape setup, Jade thought, chuckling. Or at least what she’d heard it was like from some of the inmates she’d put there.

As she paced back and forth outside the locker room, waiting for her cue, she could feel her libido start to reawaken and soar to new heights. She might get it on today after all! On her list of female colleagues she wanted to fuck at work, Swann was at the very top, and for good reason. Although she claimed to be a hardcore cocklover, the girl was hotter than the sun. Jade had been trying to get into her panties forever without luck, trying all her best tricks and hookup lines, though she had to admit traditional seduction was not her forté. Just as she treated most other things in life, she preferred a more direct approach when it came to sex. The only bush she wanted to beat around was that of a juicy pussy.

But what the hell was up with Swann’s appearance today? That girl was always meticulous with her looks, to the point of being too strict and uppity, not a hair out of place on her pretty head. And now... she looked like she’d been partying hard last night, including being gang banged or slapped around by her pimp... but that was so unlike her it just couldn’t be true. Perhaps she was right that it had all just been part of some secret mission of hers, but that did not make much sense either. FBI agents didn’t normally go undercover, being too prissy to handle getting their hands dirty. That was her turf, and she knew the ropes well. No, there must be something else she was missing... It was a mystery Jade intended to get to the bottom of. Later. For now...the idea of that sexy little brunette whoring herself out on the weekends was so hot it turned her on like crazy. She could have cum from even a part of that fantasy being real.

Knowing what treasure was awaiting her in the showers, Jade could not wait any longer. Her clit was so hard by now it made a clear bump in the front of her gym briefs, and she felt more giddy with anticipation than she had in years.

She hurried back to the locker room and peeked inside. Having only been gone for a couple of minutes she feared the worst, but she could hear that Swann had already hit the showers. With haste born of pure lust, Jade stripped off her sweaty gym clothes and threw them in a messy pile on the bench beside her locker, striding naked toward the sound of running water.

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Just as she had hoped, Swann was alone in the showers. Even better, she was fully soaped up, lost in her own shampooed world. She could not see, nor hear, that she now had a silent spectator. Jade had eased the privacy curtain to the side and placed herself in the opening of the shower stall, arms crossed, one shoulder leaning against the wall as she studied the slender hourglass figure of the leggy brunette who occupied it. The hot water cascading over Swann’s body as she soaped her head made her tanned skin glisten, practically inviting an extra pair of hands to rub and slide over it. Jade congratulated herself again on coming in early this morning, or she might have missed the show. And what a show it was!

Jade licked her lips as her eyes followed every curve and contour of that delectable body squirming and contorting in front of her to get her soapy hands in all those hard-to-reach places. She could feel her clit harden at the sight and did not need to look down to know it had already begun to poke out from under its protective hood. Swann was mighty fine, made even more desirable to Jade’s particular tastes when she had proved near impossible to woo. Straight as an arrow, without a gay cell in that hot little body of hers, she had spurned every advance Jade had tried to make on her, but that did not stop her from trying. If anything, it just fueled her interest all the more. She loved a good game of chase. It turned her on like nothing else. What would be the fun if the catch was too easy? One day Swann, you and that sweet little ass of yours will be mine… one day…

In her lust-fevered mind, Jade stepped forward and grabbed those naked hips, pushed the wet agent up against the tiled wall, and shoved two fingers up her tight Federal cunt as she kissed her silly, showing that stuck-up twat for the first time how a woman made love to another woman—hot, quick and dirty. But in real life, she just reached down to give the agent a playful swat on the ass to make her presence known. Yet even that brief touch of skin on skin in such an intimate area gave her a nasty thrill.

Startled by the sudden slap on her buttock, Natalie yelped and spun on her heels to face the entrance of the stall. On instinct, she opened her eyes to see what was going on. Bad move: the shampoo burned her eyes and rendered her almost blind. She caught but a glimpse of Jade’s massive body blocking the whole cubicle and shading the lights, but that was enough for her trained senses to take in the full picture. Stark naked, Jade stood gloating at her without so much as a towel to shield her modesty, her golden body still shining with a layer of sweat. A wry smile twisted her model-like features into a predatory expression, her tongue curling over those white glistening teeth. There was not a flicker of doubt in Natalie’s mind as to what her buxom colleague was thinking at that moment.

She cursed, turning back to face the wall and shield her own nakedness. The tall bitch had come back to harass her right into the showers! Now what did she want? Could she not leave her alone for a second? How many times did she have to tell her off? Could she not get it into that tiny barbarian brain that she was not interested? Her behavior was downright abusive. Jade’s boldness left her speechless as she was trying to clean the soap from her burning eyes. Then she found her voice, her croaky, husky whore voice.

“Bitch! Won’t you leave me alone even in the showers?” she yelled as she recovered her sight. Turning her head to look over a wet shoulder, the hot water still streaming down her back, she gave the big brute a hard stare in between blinking the last remnants of soap from her eyes, letting her know what she thought of her unwelcome visit. But of course, it had no effect on the burly Amazon, who just stood there with a lewd smile on her lips. It was so infuriating!

Natalie’s angry eyes could not help but dart low for a second as she scanned the naked woman standing just behind her. Jade was a mountain of muscle, and her unclad body was both magnificent and frightening in its display of raw power. Her limbs were long and corded with hard muscle, powerful like those of a world-class athlete. Broad shoulders added to the sense of authority she exuded, and lent her a definite air of strength. She had a lengthy torso under those shoulders, like sculpted marble, which curved in at her trim waist but flared out again over wide hips, forming a sturdy but very feminine hourglass figure. Her breasts were large and firm, looking almost too perfect to be real, with inch-long nipples enlarged and hardening in the steamy air. From excitement or a cold shower? Natalie did not want to know.

It wasn’t the first time she had seen Jade without any clothes on, but never from this close, and not in that... aroused state. The swirling tattoos decorating her body only served to bring out that awe-inspiring splendor in even starker definition. And damn, was she tall! Even now that Natalie wasn’t squatting at the woman’s feet any longer, but standing at her full height, she still had to tilt her head back to meet those cool blue eyes.

But there were more secrets to be revealed about the nude giantess blocking her path. Natalie’s brief visual had spotted a thick blonde bush between her colleague’s powerful thighs. So, the bully is a natural blonde, she concluded. Not that that mattered. The rest of her seemed anything but natural. No woman should be that big or that built, Natalie thought. Or that... perfect. And what was that, emerging from her bush… a big clitoris or a tiny cock? Someone was abusing their testosterone shots! Though she had to admit that Jade carried her mass with a certain feminine poise. And there was no denying how beautiful she was, in that Amazonian-warrior-brute kind of way she pulled off so well.

Almost of their own volition, Natalie’s eyes returned to Jade’s chest, drawn to the hard nipples pointing straight at her, thick and dusky pink in color, almost twice the length and width of her own, though they did sit on a pair of magnificent tits of a size and girth she could never dream of matching. It was hard to believe those knockers were real, even on a double or triple take. They looked so firm and round on that wide chest, with just the right amount of sag to prove their lack of artificial stuffing.

“Like what you see?” Jade smirked and struck a casual pose, lifting her arms to grab a hold of the upper edges of the shower stall’s separating walls. Natalie couldn’t even reach that high on her tiptoes.

“I… that’s not what I was… I mean…”

“No worries, cupcake. You’re not the first woman to admire my tits. I don’t mind you looking... or touching…”

“Uhh... don’t get any ideas, Jade…” Natalie said, trying to show enough open disgust on her features to discourage the other woman from pursuing her crude advances, or better yet, scare her off altogether. Unsurprisingly, neither option occurred.

The way Jade stood with her chest puffed out and her arms raised made those proud breasts stand out even more, their taut skin glistening with tiny beads of sweat just inches away from Natalie’s face. No matter where she looked, she couldn’t seem to avoid catching an eyeful of those big mounds. She felt cornered by Jade’s proximity and the way her huge body blocked off every hope of escape. This close, she could see the salty deposits on her skin and under her arms. She could even pick up the blonde’s scent; the clean sweat and powerful female pheromones she emitted off that statuesque body. It wasn’t unpleasant, really, just… very different from what a man would smell like.

At times, Natalie had wondered if this brute even shaved her armpits—she clearly didn’t put much effort into taming that wild bush of hers down below—but with Jade standing with her arms raised so high, Natalie could see that those deep hollows under her boulder-like shoulders did indeed look smooth and well-groomed.

Again conscious of her own nakedness, Natalie did not want to show her bruised belly and ribs, nor the embarrassing fingerprints on her mauled breasts. The soapy suds may have kept most of the marks hidden, but she kept facing the wall while glaring at Jade over her shoulder. Her hair was still lathered with shampoo, sporadic suds breaking off from it to trail down her back, and she had to be careful not to get any in her eyes again.

“Just leave me alone, bitch! Don’t you understand? How many times do I have to say it? I. Am. Not. Fucking. Interested!” She yelled in a final attempt at driving off her intruder. Of course, Jade just widened her smile at her little outburst and made not the slightest move to leave.

In a flash of anger, Natalie balled up her hand at waist level, then spun around and punched out in a surprise strike, driving her closed fist straight into Jade’s gut. Her knuckles connected with golden flesh in a firm splat, much like hitting a side of beef. The result was similar as well. The well-executed blow just bounced off those rock-hard abs, doing no visible damage at all, except to her own hand, which she pulled back to nurse with a wince. That had almost felt like hitting a wall. The damned woman was indestructible!

Realizing what she had just done, a pang of regret went through Natalie as she considered the severe implications of attacking a colleague unprovoked, and on-premises, no less. “Jade, I…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

For a split second, she feared a counterattack from the blonde warrior which she would have little chance of repelling and no way to run from, cornered as she was in the cramped shower stall. But instead of picking her up and breaking her spine in half, Jade just smiled down at her and said, “There she is! Damn, how I love that spirit of yours! Don’t worry, I can take it. You can hit me all night, baby, if that’s what gets you off. Just give me a taste of that sweet pussy and we’ll call it even.”

Shaking her head, Natalie sighed with relief at not being crushed like a bug. “You’re hopeless.” She almost smiled back at the huge brawler, grateful that she showed no immediate signs of aggression. But then she noted that Jade’s playful expression had changed to a frown as she looked her naked body up and down. With the two of them now facing each other, Natalie’s game was up. The water had rinsed off the soapy suds, revealing her beaten-up body to the DEA agent’s scrutinizing eyes. Damn, Natalie cursed. Too late to hide. Now she needed to come up with an explanation for her battered state, and fast.

“Who did that to you?” Jade’s voice was calm and cold, like the surface of the sea before a raging storm. “Was it your boyfriend? Some old ex? Or some other asshole? Just tell me who it was, and I’ll remodel their face.” There was murder in her voice now. Her tone demanded an answer, and Natalie knew she had to give one. The marks on her body were too numerous and too severe to brush off with the classic ‘I fell down the stairs’ trope. Despite her somewhat brutish appearance, Jade wasn’t stupid. She would never buy a lame excuse like that.

Of course, Natalie could not reveal the truth. Any mention of what had transpired last night could get her in serious trouble if the higher-ups found out and started an investigation into Joe and his shady trailer park. And she wasn’t sure how far she could trust Jade to keep quiet. After all, the two of them hadn’t been on the best of terms during their brief time working together, and the big dyke’s true feelings toward her were still unclear. Were her advances based on some misguided infatuation, or was it just an expression of raw lust for some pussy? Whatever her motives, Natalie was surprised at Jade’s protective instincts. It was a side of the woman she had not seen before, but it made her feel comforted in some strange way as if she had just made a much-needed ally. And in the vulnerable state she was in, bordering on a mental breakdown after all that had happened to her in such a short time, she sure could use someone on her side for a change.

Come to think of it, now that things had quieted down, was she in danger of going into some kind of shock? She’d like to think she was stronger than that, but then she’d never been through anything as traumatic as this before, and who knew how her psyche would react to the emotional and physical stress? It would probably be best to take things slow for a few days, rest up and get herself together until she knew for sure she was well enough to continue working her case, much less worry about any retaliation toward her assailants.

Natalie realized then that she already had the perfect alibi to explain her bruised state without having to mention Joe or her thoughtless visit to his trailer. Perhaps that unfortunate incident with the bikers at the restrooms could prove useful after all. Yes, it could work... It was worth a shot in any case. She just had to choose her words with care.

“I… I was assaulted by a gang of bikers at a rest stop this morning,” she began, the soft drizzle of the running shower masking the sound of her voice to any potential eavesdroppers outside. Yet she kept her voice so low that Jade had to lean in close to hear.

“I had been working a case all through the night and was on my way back home when I stopped at a roadside restaurant to use their restroom. I was alone in the ladies’ room when two bikers came in and… jumped me. I tried to fight them off but they were too strong, and they…” she trailed off, trying to judge Jade’s reaction. So far everything she had said was true, although she might have ‘forgotten’ to mention every humiliating detail.

“…and then what?” Jade pressed. “Did they rape you? Tell me!” Her blue eyes looked sharp enough to pierce concrete walls, and they were fixed unblinking on Natalie’s. She seemed royally pissed off at the fact that somebody else had been messing with her ‘bitch’, more than any real concern for Natalie’s feelings.

“No. They just roughed me up a bit. I kicked one in the groin and that scared the other one away.” It was close enough to the truth. She left out the bits about being dunked in a shitty toilet, trapped under the seat ring, and pissed on. Jade did not need to know about that. No one did. “If you think I look bad, you should have seen the other guy,” she tried to joke, though it didn’t come out sounding very witty.

“That’s my girl!” Jade commended her with a grim smile. “Let those bastards know who they’re messing with, and make sure they won’t ever do it again. Though I think you went too easy on them. If it had been me, I would’ve castrated them both and made a necklace of their balls.”

“Well, I don’t think that would have been very produc…” Natalie began, but she was interrupted by a shrill female voice calling out her name from outside the showers.

“Tali, are you in there? I want my money, you little thief!”

Shit, Natalie thought. Not that bitch too! She wasn’t on the best of terms with any of her colleagues, it seemed, but Kate was one of the more hostile ones. She was a feisty redhead of Irish origin, quite pretty, with alabaster skin and freckles dusting her face and shoulders. Being one of the newer additions to the growing crew of special agents, she had not yet found her place in the internal pecking order, which had led to some awkward moments. She was young, brash, and overconfident in her abilities. A real pain to deal with. And her timing could not have been worse.

“Do you hear me, cheater? I know you’re in there, I saw your things outside your locker. All I had to do was follow your dirty little guilty footprints in here. Don’t try to hide from me, you fucking scammer! Give me what you owe now, or I’ll come in there and take it from you!”

By the increase in volume of Kate’s yelling, it sounded as if she was standing right outside the shower stall by now. Natalie cursed, knowing her tracks had betrayed her and that there was no way she could escape the Irish firebrand.

“Let me handle this,” Jade said, turning around and yanking aside the privacy curtain with a shrill snap. Standing at her full height, she faced off with the much shorter redhead waiting just outside.

“Was there anything you wanted, Kate?”

“Oh. Uhh… Jade. I, uh…no, nothing. I’m sorry, I just thought…” Kate’s voice had taken on a very different tone all of a sudden, all meek, soft, and servile. And the intensity in volume had been lowered by a factor of ten. The contrast was so pronounced that Natalie almost laughed out loud. Although she couldn’t see past Jade’s enormous frame blocking the stall exit, she could well imagine the look on Kate’s face as she squared off with the hulking strongwoman.

“Didn’t think so. Now get the fuck out of here and keep your nose out of other people’s business. I won’t be so nice next time.”

“Yes… sorry... I’m really sorry for disturbing you, Jade. I’ll just...uh...sorry.”

Natalie heard retreating footsteps and almost laughed again at how easily the annoying redhead had been cowed; all thanks to the brutish Amazon who had once more stepped in to defend her in another unexpected show of solidarity. Of course, that same brutish Amazon had now gone back to being her own problem to deal with.

As Jade closed up the curtain and turned back to face her, Natalie had to wonder if Kate had even seen her in there, hidden as she was behind that veritable wall of golden muscle. She had to assume that she had, which made her feel even more embarrassed. The rumors that little tattletale would no doubt be spreading about her and Jade together in the shower would not be of the benign variety. As if she hadn’t enough on her plate already... Natalie sighed and shook her head. Oh well, that was a problem for another day.

As if reading her mind, Jade said, “You don’t have to worry about that cunt talking. She won’t say a word about what she saw here. And if she does…”

Natalie was not as convinced, though again, it was good to know she had Jade covering her back on this.

“Care to tell me what that was all about?” Jade inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just a stupid bet she thought she’d won last month. But she didn’t. I have no intention of paying that cheating twit a dime.”

“Hm. Is that so? Well, remind me not to make any wagers with you anytime soon,” she chuckled. Then her eyes lowered to fix right on Natalie’s bare breasts.

“By the way, that piercing... Naughty girl! Where did you get that? Never seen anything like it.” Jade reached out to finger the little padlock still hanging from Natalie’s left nipple, making her wince at the touch. She was still quite sore there, though the shame of having Jade look at it with that lewd smile on her face was far worse than any physical pain.

“And what’s that hanging from it? Is that the key to your chastity belt?” Jade quipped with another insufferable grin.

“Knock it off, please...” Natalie said, rolling her eyes. She’d had more than enough of this bully already, but she was afraid of pushing her luck too far. She kept a wary eye on those bulging muscles, knowing she had better keep her tongue in check, or she could still end up in the hospital before the day was over. If this bulldozer of a woman could bruise someone’s knuckles by just standing in the way of them, she didn’t want to find out what she could do to the rest of that someone’s naked body if she was angered.

“Hmm, I might get one of those for myself... you think it would look good on me? I’ve been thinking of having these done,” Jade said, grabbing one of her own breasts and holding it out so that her big nipple pointed right at Natalie, who could not tell if she was joking or not. Did she expect a serious answer to that question?  To Natalie’s relief, she never had to find out.

“So, anyway, those bikers that assaulted you… Did you get a good look at who they were?” Jade continued, getting back on topic.

“Uh... yes, I did. I’m pretty sure they were members of the Dusk Disciples.”

“Mhm. I know where those bastards make their HQ. I’ve had a few run-ins with them before, none of them good. You know, I might be persuaded to pay them a visit…”

“Persuaded? I thought you wanted to help me get back at those bastards that hurt me?” Natalie pressed, trying to appeal to the big woman’s better side, if she indeed had one.

“Well, I do. I just don’t work for free, you know. After all, everything has a price...”

The look of lust having returned to the leering blonde’s face told Natalie everything she needed to know about what kind of price her assistance would entail. Now that Jade had gotten an explanation that she seemed satisfied with regarding Natalie’s bruises, she had fallen back to her dominating dyke routine and was once again trying to push for sexual favors. Natalie winced with disgust. The woman was insufferable. It seemed she could only count on her so far regarding any show of compassion.

But she hated those bikers for what they had done to her. For the sake of her sanity, and to a lesser extent her pride, she had to get back at them. But to do so, she needed Jade’s help. And to recruit the blonde death machine, she might have to indulge her twisted passions, at least for a little while. She wasn’t about to have full-blown sex with her, however. That would never happen. But perhaps she could play along with her flirting for now and lead the musclehead on, making her think she had a chance. It may not be the nicest thing to do, but then Jade hadn’t exactly been the perfect gentlewoman with her either. Giving that bullying brute a taste of her own medicine might not be the worst thing in the world.

She realized, of course, that Jade would never be satisfied with just a bit of innocent flirting or a simple makeout session. The Piranha was out for blood, her blood, and would not back off until she got a taste of it. There was no way around the fact that she was going to have to indulge the big dyke one way or another, no matter her own feelings on the subject.

As much as the thought repulsed her, she had to make sure Jade was satisfied with the outcome of this impromptu meeting, as securing her assistance would be very useful in any upcoming confrontation between herself and those bikers. She just wished that the price she had to pay for the woman’s loyalty could be something else than sexual favors, which seemed to be the only currency she traded in lately. But she guessed that was how the world worked.

“OK, Jade. Here’s the deal. You help me take down those bastards, and I mean all of them, to the last man. I want to put them all behind bars or in the ground, rid the world of them for good.”

Jade gave her a stony look. “And what do I get in return?”

At this, Natalie reached behind her and turned the shower nozzle, feeling the water slow to a drizzle on her back and then shut off altogether. She took a small step closer to Jade, despite the revulsion simmering through her entire body. If she was going to go through with this, she knew she had to make it convincing.

In trying to find some middle ground between a cold brushoff and becoming Jade’s personal sex toy, Natalie had come to a decision. It was not to her liking, not at all, and she would have wanted some more time to consider an alternative solution, but she had to do what was necessary.

“I’ll… get you off,” Natalie said in a weak tone of voice. “I’ve never... been with another woman... don’t know how to do it, but I’m sure you could guide me along and show me w-what you like.”

This seemed to intrigue Jade, whose body language suggested her arousal spiking on hearing the offer. So far so good.

“Just give me a couple of days and I can put a team together,” Jade said in a formal tone, trying to put business before pleasure, though her roaming eyes and flicking tongue betrayed her uncontained lust. “You can come with us if you want, or let me handle it. The choice is yours.”

“Oh, I’ll join you. Wouldn’t want to miss the look on their faces for the world. Just leave the one called Robbie to me, OK?” Natalie said, trying to stall the inevitable, though at some point she knew she had to bite the bullet and give the huge lesbian what she wanted. The question was what, and how much? She had no idea how to please another woman sexually, though she assumed it would involve something like what she did to herself during her masturbation sessions. Being that intimate with another woman, with Jade, seemed far too personal though. She didn’t think she could bring herself to even touch her breasts, gorgeous as they were, much less do anything...else.

Jade nodded as if to conclude their business deal, and then her demeanor changed dramatically as she closed the distance between them, a dangerous glint of raw lust having emerged in her crystal blue eyes. Without a word of warning, she grabbed Natalie by her shoulders and pushed her up against the wall, their naked bodies pressing close together, bare gym-sweaty skin against bare shower-wet skin. Jade’s big, soft breasts flattened out against Natalie’s collarbones, with that hairy Amazon crotch of hers pushing hard into her belly. Natalie barely had time to gasp at the very new and shocking sensation of having another woman’s naked body squeezed against her own before the blonde’s full lips sought out hers and smothered them in a hot, unwelcome kiss.

Already, Natalie regretted her decision. This felt far too wrong for her to enjoy in the slightest. But she had set the stakes for this game, and now she had to play it out to its end. She had suffered a lot over the past 24 hours; with all that had happened she felt like fucking Jack Bauer, or the female version of him. But she could take a little more, couldn’t she? This time, it was for a good cause, and to some extent, it was by her own choice.

Natalie felt a warm, strong tongue push against her lips, then between them, forcing its way past the barrier of her teeth and into her gasping mouth where it dove so deep she nearly gagged on it. Disturbing images flashed through her mind of just how long and thick that tongue was from when Jade teased her with that crude air lick earlier. Her hands scrabbled for purchase, grabbing onto her assaulter wherever she could, feeling nothing but hard, swelling muscle under her fingers. Her valiant attempts at pushing the built lesbian off were like trying to uproot a mountain.

For the next minute, that rowdy tongue was everywhere, leaving no part of her oral cavity unexplored. It felt like a live anaconda had been released inside her mouth. On instinct, she tried to wrestle it with her own tongue until she realized what she was doing and gagged in revulsion, but she would have been helpless to stop the fleshy intruder anyway. The only thing she could do was stand there and hang on for dear life while the blonde powerhouse took her pleasure from her, hoping she would back off once she got what she wanted.

Paralyzed, like prey caught in a lion’s jaws, Natalie hesitated between a fight or flight response. Neither option was anything but futile, she knew, and she could not make herself respond to Jade’s passionate, sloppy kiss. So, in the end, she remained motionless, her arms hanging by her sides. Yet this was not enough for her demanding partner.

She could feel Jade’s growing frustration with her passivity and realized she had to take a more active part. Overcoming her reluctance, she reached down with her hands and started exploring Jade’s hairy vulva. She found it already soaking wet, the slimy secretions coating her probing fingers as she moved them around the unfamiliar territory. The woman’s sex felt so different from her own. The slit was longer and wider, with thick meaty lips, and of course, that big, hard clitoris which she could feel poking at her lower belly. Touching another woman like this almost made her feel physically ill, but she pushed through the nausea and started exploring the strange vulva in a way she hoped would be pleasant for her crude partner. With hesitant moves, she pushed a finger in between the fat lips and ran it up the long wet canyon that seemed deep enough to want to engulf her entire hand. Even this minor petting was a bold move for her, yet she did not dare touch the clit itself, as if doing so would instantly turn her into a filthy lesbian.

It took a long time before Jade backed off, and when she did, it was only to give Natalie a disgruntled look, conveying in plain terms how dissatisfied she was with her partner’s amateur fingering.

“I can do that myself, and far better. I want to feel your tongue,” she declared.

With that, she placed both hands on Natalie’s shoulders and pushed her down onto her knees. Maybe Jade had intended it as an encouragement, or a suggestion, but her strength was such that it felt like a ton of bricks had just settled onto Natalie, who could only offer a meager resistance. She slid to her knees on the wet tiles, her back still up against the shower wall.

Now she was facing Jade’s hairy pussy at close quarters. She tried to pull away but her head was already against the wall and the messy crotch approached like an untamed beast, wild and threatening. The clitoris leading the way was bold and impressive; protruding out of the wiry pubes like an angry finger, it pointed at her face, red and swollen, demanding attention. She would never have imagined such a diminutive organ could look dangerous, but Jade’s did, standing out of its hood like a miniature cock, arrogant and proud. She tried not to look at it, but its prominence drew her eyes like a lighthouse beacon.

She had never seen another woman’s slit up close like this and did not know what to make of it. Under different circumstances, she might have been interested to learn of its intricate anatomy in a clinical way, but right there on her knees on the shower stall floor, facing a sloppy vulva reeking of arousal, she just felt disgusted.

Natalie had never had any sort of sexual encounter with another woman before, and the mere thought of it made her feel sick. But she knew what Jade wanted her to do. She had told herself she wouldn’t go this far, but now it seemed she was left with no choice. It was either suck that clit or get crushed under a ton of angry, sexually frustrated Amazon. Perhaps she could just close her eyes and imagine she was sucking off some unfortunate guy with a really small penis...

In an attempt to appeal to Jade’s better nature, and to try and slow things down a little, Natalie turned her eyes up to look at the lust-drunken giantess and asked, “Could you s-show me how to do it, please?” An indistinct grunt was all she got in response, but she took it as a yes.

“Thank y-” Natalie barely got out before the blonde muff was pressed against her face so tight she could hardly even breathe.

“Lick my cunt, whore,” Jade ordered, grabbing the back of Natalie’s head and pulling her face even closer to her sex. If this was Jade’s way of instructing her inexperienced partner on how to eat pussy, she was a lousy teacher. Not that Natalie had expected much tact from this she-hulk.

The mere notion of getting her face close to another woman’s pussy was disgusting, but Natalie offered no resistance. Jade’s hands on her shoulders were big and strong, clamping her neck in an iron grip she had no hope of escaping from.

Natalie’s probing tongue flicked between Jade’s lower lips. There was a coppery taste to her pussy, salty and sour, quite different from her own brand, which that redneck Joe had made her sample all too recently. She clenched her eyes, trying to push from her mind what she was doing, but the cyprine taste on her tongue and the wiry pubes against her nose made it difficult. She could feel Jade’s sticky juice smearing over her face.

“Mmm… that’s it whore. Oh yes, you dirty little streetwalker. Get your tongue in there,” Jade encouraged as she started to gyrate her hips in tune with Natalie’s feeble licking. She was getting lost in her own wicked fantasy of Natalie as a dirty little whore, and it was doing the trick. She could feel her orgasm building fast and with tremendous intensity. At that point, it didn’t matter to her how inexperienced her partner was, though she could have wished for a bit more enthusiasm. For now, just the knowledge of whose tongue was between her legs was enough to stoke her inner fires.

Whore? Was that how Jade saw her? Where had that come from? Who did this bitch think she was? Did she think she was better than her somehow? A surge of angry defiance flared up within Natalie, though for the moment there weren’t many ways in which she could express it.

Almost as by their own volition, Jade’s hips began to hump against the stimulating tongue, her powerful gyrations driving the back of Natalie’s head against the wall tiles over and over. She heard the dull thumps of her unwilling partner’s skull bumping against something hard but was too lost in her own pleasure to care.

Natalie tried to complain but her mouth was smothered into Jade’s wet folds to the point that she could hardly get the air she needed to breathe. The mighty clitoris had grown even bigger, and the way Jade ground it against her nose felt as though she was trying to rape her nostrils. The swampy vulva rubbed up and down her face, her lips and nose sliding in between the slippery meat curtains. What little air she managed to snatch in between her desperate licks was thick with Jade’s musk, the heady smell seeming to cling to her sinuses like an oily film. Yet her need for air was greater than any concern of its purity. Of all the perverted ways she could have died during the past 24 hours—whether it be choking by cock or strangled by an old dog collar or shot in the face in the woods—being smothered to death by a big wet pussy had to rank among the very worst, and she was determined not to let that become her fate.

Natalie tried to turn her head to the side to catch a breath, but she had hardly begun her move when she felt ten steel-like fingers grab her head close to her scalp and force her to stay in place. By now, her eyes were wide open in panic but all she could see was Jade’s muscular lower belly undulating with the contractions and expansions of her powerful core as she moved that wet cunt back and forth against her face.

Then Jade changed tactics. She pushed Natalie’s head a little lower and started running her slit against her nose, before trying to push the tip of it as far into her vagina as she could. The musky, warm moisture that engulfed Natalie’s nose made her sick with disgust, but her need for air forced her to snort the slimy secretions leaking in a steady stream from that deep, dank vagina. Then her mouth slipped low enough to clear the meaty lips and she could breathe again, even though the air she took in was thick and tainted with Amazon pheromones.

To Jade, it felt as though she was using Swann’s face like a living sex toy. The kneeling woman had no agency, no option but to comply. Her head was moved by her strong hands in whatever direction Jade wanted, with no consideration for her makeshift lover’s comfort.

As for Natalie, she had long since renounced any attempts at resistance. She let her head be manhandled in whichever way her lesbian assaulter desired. It was easier on her scalp that way and had the same outcome regardless. But throughout the ordeal, Natalie clung to her inner agenda. So strong was her hate for those biker bastards that she was willing to debase herself even further to get back at them and see them burn. At least this time it was by her own choice. Somewhere in the back of her ever-analytical mind, a plan had begun to take form. She would use Jade to get back at the bikers, and then she would find a way to get back at Jade for making her perform this nasty act against her will. In the end, she would stand the victor, and order would be restored in the world.

Suddenly, her valiant thoughts of restitution were interrupted as she was inundated with a veritable flood of warm fluids, washing all over her face and into her mouth. At first, she thought she was being pissed on again, which would have been outrageous so soon after she had escaped such an assault, but from the violent shudders and low, guttural growls that issued from above, she realized that the warrior woman had just cum. On top of everything else, she was also a squirter! Natalie spat out the vile fluids onto the shower floor as fast as they filled her mouth, but she could tell the strong, lingering musk would remain with her long after this moment was over. In fact, she might never wash the taste of Jade’s Amazon cunt from her mouth.

In her own perverted way, Jade had now marked Natalie as her bitch, much like Joe and the others had put their special brandings on her. Damn them all to hell! One day she would get her revenge, and on that day, these people that had violated her would rue the moment they had been born. She swore it.