Agent Swann, FBI: Fucked, Blackmailed, and Impounded

In the week following her forced lesbianism with Jade in the gym showers, Natalie had gone about her duties in a kind of daze. Everything was as it had been on any regular workday; her desk and her computer, the quiet but busy hum of the office as her colleagues went about their business. But something inside her had changed, and she knew it was irreversible.

As she had expected, the pungent taste of Jade’s pussy had stayed with her for days after that horrible cunnilingus session, polluting her mouth and making every meal difficult to finish. No amount of mouthwash or toothbrushing seemed to make the musky tang go away. She knew it was all in her mind, but that did not make it any easier to endure. Licking Jade’s pussy had made her feel physically ill, and the memory of it still gave her bouts of nausea. But that was not what troubled her. It was the fact that she had done it at all! She should have fought back, screamed for help… done something to resist, even if it meant taking another beating. Instead, she had given in to that perverted act far too easily, allowing Jade to rape her in quiet compliance. With so much implied consent on her part, could it even be called rape in a court of law? The realization filled her with shame and dread of what had become of her.

At times, she had even been struck by the horrifying prospect that she might come to enjoy female bodies in a sexual way. She had heard stories of how women convicts had been converted to lesbianism whilst serving time in jail. But that must be because they did not have any other options. There were still plenty of men around for her to choose from, even though she had not found anyone to her liking in a while. Perhaps she should hook up with someone, go on a date, have a one-night stand… A good hard cock might cure her of these disturbing images that kept haunting her.

At least she had gotten rid of that involuntary piercing Joe had given her. A small bolt cutter had removed the padlock from her nipple, and the hole had healed well afterward, closing up to a round pink mark that she supposed would leave a scar behind. She was still quite sore around the area, but that was a minor inconvenience by comparison.

In an attempt to settle her troubled mind, Natalie had busied herself looking further into the missing person case of Connie Mathers. The lead that Joe had given her on the case had turned out to be a dead end, which was not surprising. She wondered if it had just been an outright lie of Joe’s, an easy means to satisfy her need for information so that he could move on with his perverted night and have his way with her. She wouldn’t put it past the bastard to do something like that. It was a frustrating admission to make, but it seemed she was now back to square one regarding Miss Mathers’ whereabouts. On the plus side, she had no shortage of other cases on her desk, giving her plenty of work to occupy her time and turn her mind away from her inner distress.

By the middle of the next week, the events of her fateful night had started to take on a dreamlike quality, as if she had imagined the whole sordid affair, and she started to feel something like her old self again. That was when Jade contacted her over their secure network, declaring in a few coded words that she had arranged a time and a place for the raid on the Dusk Disciples—the biker gang that had assaulted Natalie in the ladies’ room on the morning right after her night with Joe in his trailer.

New hope flared in her heart, filling her with vibrant energy. Perhaps getting that sought-after revenge on her tormentors would help bring some semblance of order back into her life, even if she couldn’t get to them all. It would be a good start, at least.

* * *

As it turned out, the infamous Dusk Disciples were holed up in an old abandoned gas station. A fitting place for such a delinquent group of pigs, Natalie thought. The pumps were long since dead and the gas tanks below ground emptied, but the interior of the station had been converted into a hangout and living quarters for the gang, with the attached garage serving as a workshop for their bikes.

Despite the sight of those leather-clad men bringing back a string of unwanted memories, Natalie wore a smile of grim satisfaction as she surveyed the rundown place from behind her stylish sunglasses. This time, their meeting would have a very different outcome. Today, she was there as Special Agent Swann in all her glory. Her suit, makeup, and hair were immaculate, her FBI badge hanging clean and shiny around her neck, and her gun sitting well-oiled and loaded in its shoulder holster. Everything was ready for these filthy bastards to go down in the purifying flames of feminine rage. She even found herself getting a little wet thinking about it.

Remaining behind with the cars at a safe distance on a hill overlooking the scene, Natalie watched the proceedings through her binoculars, keeping the comms channel open so she could follow the DEA strike team’s progress over the radio. Although she herself would not take part in the actual storming of the biker lair, she had been granted a front-seat view of the action and she intended to enjoy every second of it.

She turned her field binocs to the leader of the team that was about to rain down hell on her hated tormentors. Outfitted in full gear and ready to kick ass, Jade Monroe was in her element. The warrior woman was an imposing sight; Mirrored sunglasses hid her icy stare, a black Kevlar vest leaving her muscular, tattooed arms bare. A bandoleer holding spare cartridges passed from one shoulder in a diagonal across her chest, black cargo pants and combat boots covering her long powerful legs. In one hand she carried a heavy automatic carbine, with a sidearm holstered at her hip and a big combat knife sleeved in her belt. Her trademark blonde mohawk signaled her presence to anyone who might somehow have missed a six-foot-two war-ready Amazon coming toward them. She walked with a sassy sway to her broad hips, and her angular jaws were set in a stoic expression as she advanced at the front of her team, showing no fear at all as she approached the enemy. It was clear that this woman had come there to do business and was not going to stop until she had seen it done.

Just looking at that female terminator, and knowing what was about to go down, gave Natalie a delicious clench between her legs. She had paid a steep price for this moment, but getting to see those biker bastards being brought low would almost make it worth all the pain she had gone through. Almost. As she spotted Jade’s tall figure pointing her weapon forward and giving the hand signal for her team to move in, she felt a rush of adrenaline spike her pulse in anticipation of the coming slaughter.

* * *

“Oh, shit! It’s the fucking Piranha! What do we do, boss? I say we get the fuck outta here. She’s gonna eat us all alive!”

“Get to your posts, and get ready to fire. All of you, or I fucking shoot you myself! Fucking cowards! No one comes to our home uninvited, and I sure as hell didn’t invite no fucking DEA here!”

“But that’s the Piranha! She put more brothers behind bars than all of the fucking FEDs and DEA put together. I hear she once took down ten men single-handedly! I say we give up and take our chances with the judge. We can’t win this fight!”

*BLAM!*

“Anyone else got something to say? Didn’t think so. Now get to your posts and let’s send this big-ass titty-show blondie and her fucking school of fish back to sleep.”

* * *

It was over in a matter of minutes, a few grenade explosions, and several emptied clips of ammunition. Once the area was secured, Natalie made her entrance, going for a casual stroll amid the carnage that Jade and her team had left behind. Over half the bikers lay dead or wounded in the rubble, the survivors being brought out in cuffs. Not one man or woman in Jade’s team had sustained so much as a scratch, testifying to their exceptional competence. After a while, Natalie spotted the two gang members she had come there to meet but resisted the urge to walk up to Robbie and Clive and ask them if they remembered her face. It would have been a sweet moment of retribution, but gloating like that would only draw unwanted attention to herself and put both her and the whole team at risk. In the long run, their anonymity was their best protection. She would have to contend herself with the knowledge that today, justice had prevailed.

* * *

Natalie parked her car outside her apartment complex, locked it with the key fob, and went up the stairs to her door. After another long but satisfying day at work, she was tired though in high spirits. It seemed things had started to go her way again, and life was good. So good in fact, that she had stopped by the convenience store on her way home to buy a bottle of wine that she intended to finish all by herself while soaking in a long hot bath. It was Friday night, and she had earned a bit of pleasantry. She was wearing a cute little smile, bottle in hand, as she fumbled with the keys to her apartment, looking forward to an evening of relaxation and then two days of fun with her best friend Kayla Price who had called to say she was in town for the weekend.

She had barely cracked the door open when her smile turned to a frown. Something was wrong. There were loud noises, sounding like voices, coming from the living room as if a movie was playing. Had she left the TV on? She never watched TV in the morning. Could someone have visited her while she was at work, someone with a set of spare keys? The landlord maybe? Her big sister, Jennifer? She might have left a set of house keys with Jenny the last time they met five years ago, though they had not been on speaking terms since then. No, that was too far-fetched. Jenny would have at least called first if she planned to visit, even if it was about something serious.

Natalie’s detective senses tingled. She had not spotted any signs of a break-in, and there was an odor in the air that she recognized but could not quite place. This might be something dangerous. Setting the wine bottle down on the small foyer table, she reached inside her suit jacket and drew her gun, letting the barrel point the way as she advanced further into her apartment on silent feet.

The strange voices were indeed coming from her TV set, getting louder as she closed in on her living room. She could now make them out in clearer definition. They were lewd noises, of some woman moaning and saying dirty things. Had some bum broken into her place to watch porn? A neighbor? This made no sense. But as she rounded the corner and pointed her gun toward the man she found sitting on her sofa, it all suddenly made perfect sense, in a twisted kind of way.

Joe Carter’s ugly mug broke out into a wide, yellow-toothed grin as he turned to face the agent whose home he had invaded. Well, it wasn’t really a home invasion per se. He had found her keys lying on his front porch the morning after their little tryst, and after taking a couple of weeks to let things simmer down, he had decided to come visit his little whore-in-training. Finding out her address had been easy. He had a photo of her driver’s license, FBI badge number, and just about all the personal information about the sassy agent that he could want. Now it was time to step things up and let her know who was in charge.

The slob was slumped on her sofa like a huge slug; his fat, hairy belly protruding out of his stained T-shirt. He had a bottle of beer in one hand while another bottle, an empty one, lay dripping on the expensive leather. His sandaled feet rested on her low designer coffee table next to an empty pizza box. In the air floated the familiar mix of sweat and misogony that was the big man’s signature smell. Natalie made a mental note to have her carpet and sofa disinfected. No, thrown out or burned.

Still holding her gun raised, Natalie pointed it at Joe, the returning memories of her debasement at his hands making her want to pull the trigger and expunge those images from her mind. Her breathing was calm, her hands steady. Aiming her deadly weapon at her nemesis made her feel powerful and in control, though the rational part of her mind realized the complexity of the situation.

“What do you want, Joe? And what the hell are you doing in my home?” Though she could make a pretty well-educated guess as to what his dirty motives were, she had to ask the question.

In answer, Joe simply pointed to the TV, which was still running whatever porn flick he had decided to watch while waiting for her to arrive. Keeping her gun pointed at the fatso to discourage him from playing any tricks on her, Natalie’s mouth fell open as she turned her head and took in the scene playing out on the TV screen.

The woman making those naughty sounds, moaning and squirming, was she! Blindfolded, and with a sick smile on her face as if in sexual rapture, her features were somewhat distorted, but there could be no doubt as to the identity of the woman on that screen. Frozen in shock, Natalie lost her concentration for a moment, her gun dipping low, aiming away from its large target.

“What… how…?” Her mind churned and roiled at the sight. The answer to her questions was obvious. The sicko had somehow recorded everything that happened at the trailer while she had been unable to see! Her eyes turned back to the fat bastard who lay slumped on her couch, his ugly grin even wider now. She did not like the vicious sparkle she saw in his eyes. The guy was smarter than she had imagined, cunning, even. He must have planned this all out from the beginning. The real question, the one that now blared in her head but that she did not dare to ask was: what did he intend to do with that video?

“You bastard! I should kill you right here and now!” Natalie blurted as she cocked her gun and aimed it straight at the big guy’s chest. A quick flick of her finger and her problems would be over. Or would they? Even if she could somehow manage to get rid of that whale of a body and clean the blood stains off her sofa, she felt convinced Joe had foreseen this outcome and put a contingency plan in place. His calmness as he spoke the next words confirmed her suspicions.

“Before you do anything rash, pussycat, know that if anything should happen to me, that video will go public. It will be sent to your friends, family, and boss among others. Not only will your reputation and career be over, but you will also find yourself charged with manslaughter. Even if you hide my body, there are many who know I am here right now, and who will make sure you are prosecuted. So, be a good girl and give me your gun.”

Thinking her options through, Natalie came to the same conclusion no matter what paths her neurons chose to travel. The last thing she could do was go to the police. She had no evidence of non-consent, in fact, quite the opposite as she could be clearly heard urging her ‘rapist’ on in the video. She had nothing to win and everything to lose by going public with this or looking for some kind of help from her own agency. She was trapped. Knowing that there was no point arguing with her brilliant mind once it had reached such a definite point, all she could do for now was to surrender and buy herself more time to find a way out of this predicament. Round one to you, fat bastard. But I’m taking you down in the next one, she thought with a bitter churning in her stomach. She lowered her gun and turned it over in her hands, extending it by the barrel in a peace offering to her captor.

“That’s better,” Joe said, taking the gun and putting it aside. “And the holster too.” He held his hand out until she had unfastened the shoulder straps and handed over the gun sheath.

“Now come here, get on your knees, and give me a blowjob worth remembering.”

She felt a chill run down her spine. Was this whole dreaded story going to repeat itself? She could not let it happen again. She had to find a way to get everything back under control.

“Joe, listen… there must be another way. I have some money saved. I’ll buy the recording. I can even make sure to erase your file at the FBI. That will take you off our radar.” Surely, he could not reject such an offer? She might even have gone overboard with this generous deal, but she figured it was better to overdo it than to put something small on the table and risk insulting his ego. She needed that video to disappear!

Pulling down the front of his dirty sweatpants, Joe fished out his flaccid cock and started stroking it right in the open before the agent’s big brown eyes. Natalie made a face of disgust at the sight. The specter of that knobbly cock was not something she had ever wanted to see again.

“Oh, Agent cocksucker, I don’t think my friend down here would accept such a measly offer, and neither would I. We both think you can do much better than that. We’ve been down this road before, Swannie… you know where it’s gonna end. The way I see it you have two options: One, you can tell me to leave right now and I will indeed pack up and go. You can enjoy your evening, rubbing yourself off, fuck your landlord or whatever you had planned, and then go back to work as usual next week. Just expect your superiors to want to have a little chat with you on Monday morning about proper conduct for a special agent representing the state… That should be an enlightening experience for you. Or, you could do as you’re told and behave like a good little whore for the rest of this evening, and no one apart from our inner circle of friends needs to know what a filthy slut you are. Now, which will it be, sweetcheeks? I’ll give you ten seconds to decide before you default to option one. And once you make that choice, there’s no turning back. Watching you go down in flames would be just as satisfying for me as getting a tight fuck every night.” That last part was a lie. Yes, seeing the proud agent burn would be enjoyable, but he had plans for Swann, long-term plans, involving much more than her dishonorable discharge from the force, and he was gambling a lot on her choosing the second option. But he could not show any sign of weakness or hesitation at this moment.

Natalie had never heard Joe speak with such eloquence. Clearly, he was being very serious with this ‘offer’ of his. She felt trapped, she was running in mental circles, finding her escape routes fenced in all directions. Yet she could not go down without bargaining. After all, she was pretty sure he was not interested in option one at all.

“So... I suck your dick and you give me all the copies of that video. I can go with that…” she said, the mere thought of approaching that foul cock making her sick. Though it was still a lot better than the alternative.

“Just like that, huh? I see you have no shame left, Agent pouty lips. Maybe you really are a whore deep down? Selling your body for favors seems to come easy for you, hmm? Or perhaps you’re trying to trick me somehow? Why don’t you start sucking and I’ll think about how far I’m going to trust you meanwhile. If it’s good enough you may even earn a small reward, as a way for me to demonstrate my good intentions.” He lifted his semi-hard cock up in the air and started to waggle it back and forth in a lewd manner as if beckoning her to come over and give it some love.

Natalie knew that she had to bargain now. Once on her knees, all respect for her would be gone and she would have lost all her chips.

“I won’t do anything until we’ve come to an agreement. I blow your cock, and you give me all the copies or erase them. Do we have a deal?”

Joe let out a big sigh, flipped his cock back into his pants, and stood up from the sofa. “Looks like it’s gonna be option one then. Too bad. We could have had some fun you and I tonight. Oh well, I have plenty of other meat to play with. Good luck on that Monday morning meeting, Agent. You’re gonna need it.” With that, Joe stood up and began making his way toward the door, leaving nothing but his trash behind, littering her fancy apartment.

Natalie looked at him, flabbergasted. Was he really going to leave her, just like that? Option one would do him no good… the problem was that it would do her a lot of bad. She tried to remain still and play it cool for a few seconds. He was going to turn back, he was just bluffing. He had to be! As he reached the door of the living room, her nerves cracked.

“Alright! Come back. I’ll do what you want,” she said.

“And what is that exactly? What will you do for me?”

Natalie pouted. “I’ll suck your cock…” Feeling that she had to offer more, she continued after a moment’s hesitation. “... and I’ll swallow your cum.”

“Hmm, sounds nice but… that was what I asked before you decided to turn me down. Now I want more. What else are you going to do for me, sluttycakes? As I said, it had better be something worth remembering.”

Natalie winced. The bastard had her on his hook and he knew it. What could she offer now? She chewed her lips, contorting her hands.

“I’ll do it topless,” she offered.

Joe just looked at her and shrugged. “I’ve seen those puppies before, and they’re not all that much to look at… or grab at.”

Seeing that he wouldn’t accept anything as simple, she grew desperate. Out of a myriad of ideas, she went with the first thing that came to her mind.

“OK, how about this? I’ll be your slave until midnight, and then you give me all those pictures and videos of me and we are done forever.” Now, that was a proposal he could not refuse.

“I like the sound of that. But it’s close to ten already. I want you longer than a couple of hours. Let’s make it till morning or no deal. Now let’s see if your mind is where your mouth is.” He nodded toward the wine bottle that still stood where she had left it in the foyer.

“How considerate of you to get me something to help get me in the mood. It’s even my favorite brand! Why don’t you go and put on something sexy and then serve it to me like the good and obedient little maid you are tonight. I’ll just make myself comfortable while you get pretty. Oh, and I want you in the tallest, sluttiest heels you’ve got.” With that, Joe returned to the sofa and flopped his bulk down, chuckling at his good fortune. Now, this oughta be a good show…

Natalie glared at him but kept quiet. This was going to be another hell of a night but there was no other way to recover that damned and damning evidence of her perversions. She had to agree to this deal even though she got the short end of it. She lowered her head and went upstairs to her bedroom, cursing herself a thousand times for having been so careless during that fateful first night. The most frustrating thing was that it had all been for nothing. She had consented to humiliate herself like that in the hopes of getting a good lead that would hasten her advancement… and that lead had proven to be useless. And now she was about to put herself through the same debasement all over again just to erase what had been done during that first night. Yes, she had also done it to live out her forbidden desires in a brief moment of insanity, but that was no longer even a consideration to her.

Alone in her room, she opened her dresser and looked at her clothes. Something sexy… in that slob’s mouth, that meant slutty, she was sure, but she had no such type of clothes. Most of her garments were formal attire for the FBI or practical sportswear for everyday activities. She had a few cocktail dresses she used for special occasions. That was the closest to ‘sexy’ that she could find. Unless she put on a bikini? It would be very degrading to wear that in front of him, but she had no illusions that she would not end up naked anyway. If she could avoid having one of her expensive cocktail dresses ruined, that was an advantage. On the other hand, wearing a full dress might slow things down, and if she could make this preliminary game last until the morning, then all the better.

But first, she went to her bathroom to freshen herself up and redo her makeup. Nothing advanced, just some eyeliner and rouge to accent her natural beauty, paired with a swipe of lip gloss. She never needed more than that to make an impression, and she wasn’t about to make any extra efforts for that slug downstairs.

Back to her dressing room, she put on a black and red bikini, slid on a pair of her tallest black leather heels, and wrapped a large, semi-transparent red scarf around her waist to act like a knee-long skirt, slitted on one side. She was revealing a lot of skin, way too much for her comfort, but these clothes were not too expensive and the end result had to be sexy enough for the bastard. Looking at her bedside clock, she saw that it was already 10:30 PM. She had earned herself another half hour.

Her feet wobbling in the sky-high pumps, she went downstairs to the kitchen where she prepared a tray with two wine glasses, the newly bought bottle of Lambrusco, and a few aperitif bowls with pistachios and olives. She even included a lit candle. Another ten minutes gone…

At last, she came back to the living room, carrying the tray in minced steps on her vertiginous heels, which she was not used to walking in—if a woman ever could get used to that impractical height.

What a sight for sore eyes. Joe could only praise his luck and his own genius as he beheld the apparition coming toward him on slow, swaying hips and long, long slender legs. He licked his spit-flecked lips as he roamed her scantily-clad body from top to toe, taking in the little FBI-slut’s glowing beauty. Out of that strict suit and with that much skin revealed, she was quite the looker.

“Put the tray down on the table and then pour me a glass,” he ordered without taking his eyes off the best parts of his sexy maid. Too bad she wasn’t better endowed upstairs, he thought, but what she did have up there jiggled enticingly beneath that small bikini top.

Natalie uncorked the bottle and held it by its base like a professional waiter as she poured wine into a glass.

“Shall I drink with you?” she paused to ask, the bottle hovering over the second glass. She would not mind some of that wine to calm her nerves at this point. Besides, it was delicious, she knew, and she had really looked forward to tasting it tonight, even if the present company would sour its tang.

Again, Joe pulled down the front of his pants to free his hardening erection. Reaching out, he snatched up the empty glass, holding it below the blunt, smegma-flecked cockhead. With a sigh, he released his bladder, watching the wide round glass fill with frothy dark yellow urine gushing out from the depths of his fat body. When he was empty, he scraped the last drops off on the edge along with a few white smears of aged cock cheese, and placed the full glass on the table in front of Natalie.

“There you go, Agent. A fine vintage brewed just for you. Pick up your glass and let’s toast.”

She grimaced at the sight. It was so dark! And that smegma he had smeared on the edge... She had a hiccup and just managed not to throw up. She could not imagine herself putting that glass to her lips, even less so drinking from it. Yet, if she refused, he might well refuse to delete the files too, as per their deal. So, she took a deep breath, picked up her dark yellow glass, and lifted it in a mock cheer.

“Let’s drink to our deal,” she said, and then brought the glass up to her lips, pausing for a second. The smell alone was enough to make her feel nauseated. She turned the glass so that the smegma would neither be against her lips nor too close to her nose as she tilted it. Although very few people knew about it, this was not the first time Natalie had drunk urine, not counting the incident at the rest stop. Her college days had included quite a bit of experimenting, though none of it had been as depraved as this. She dipped her lips into the warm liquid, resisting the urge to retch. It tasted just as bad as it smelled, if not worse. She only drank a few drops and swallowed them through sheer force of will, before putting the glass down.

“Let me put on some music,” she said, already moving toward her CD player. She needed to distract her mind from that awful taste, and if she could forestall him she might steer this evening toward some lesser torments for herself, or at least have some say in the matter.

This was almost too easy. Joe could barely contain his excitement on seeing the posh agent drink his piss and debase herself for him. He wondered what else he could make her do before this night was over.

“Good idea, slave. Put on something slow and sexy and then dance for me.” He reached over for the remote and turned the TV off, which had been playing the video of the blindfolded agent in the background, albeit without sound. He did not want anything disturbing his view now.

Natalie took her time going through her collection of music records. Being a bit old-fashioned, she still kept a number of CDs even though the rest of the world had moved on to other media. After a lot of feigned hesitations, she picked one and pressed play. A languorous jazzy theme began to play. She stood up and started dancing. To be fair, she was not a good dancer, and it was made worse by her high heels. She tried to move in tune with the music, swaying her body in slow, sinuous patterns. What she lacked in grace was compensated for by her toned young body and ample hips and ass. She felt ridiculous dancing half-naked for this slob… but it was still a million times better than having to drink that vile pee or suck that stinky cock.

Joe circled a finger in the air, urging her to turn around, which she did, incorporating the slow pirouette into her movements to allow him to watch her ass sway under that silky thing she had draped around her hips. He liked what he was seeing. Liked it very much.

“Now strip. Start with your top, and go slow. I want to enjoy this, and you want me to enjoy it just as bad, isn’t that right?” He took another sip of the fine red wine, which carried an excellent fruity tang. The bitch had good taste in some things at least. Reaching for his ever-present pack of cigarettes, he lit one up and took a deep drag as he watched the free live adult show. This was a hundred times better than those sleazy strip clubs he had frequented in the past.

Blushing, Natalie started to turn on awkward feet, more or less in rhythm with the music, without twisting her ankles more than a couple of times. Swinging her hips in what she thought would be a sexy way, she lowered herself until she could reach the straps of her sandals. The uncomfortable shoes had already started to hurt her feet, so she might as well remove them first.

“I said take the top off first! Leave the shoes. I like them on you. Pay attention, whore!” His sudden outburst sent him into a coughing bout, aided by the fresh amounts of smoke inhalation he had subjected his lungs to. Leaning over the pissy glass, he spat out a thick glob of greenish-brown phlegm that floated on the scummy surface. Then he leaned back to resume his private watch party.

Natalie was about to release the ankle strap, but stopped with a frown. She stood back up, trying to do it in a sexy way. Then she turned her back to Joe and reached behind her for the clasp of her bikini top. The cigarette smoke was reaching her nose now. She had always prevented her guests from smoking inside her apartment and now that pig was polluting her air and her furniture with its stink! She grimaced at the wall, knowing that he could not see her facial expression at the moment.

Having unbuckled her top, she dropped it to the floor, but hid her breasts with her arms as she turned again to face him. This was horrible. She had never stripped like this for anyone and here she was, dancing for a brutish gorilla. But she had to make it last as long as possible, so she continued to tease him, uncovering her breasts halfway only to hide them again, or turning her back to him and lifting her hands in the air when he could not see her bare breasts. She would never be able to listen to that music track without being reminded of this degrading episode. That disk would have to go to the bin along with most of her belongings Joe had touched.

“You’re getting better, slave. In fact, I think it’s time for you to come over here and take care of my big friend. He’s all stiff and ready for you.”

“I’m not finished yet,” she said, facing him and at last revealing her small but firm breasts to him. If he liked the sight he gave no sign of it.

“You’re done when I say you’re done. For now, I want some cocksucking. You can continue that show later on, don’t you worry, baby. I know you’re itching for it, but ol’ Joe wants his fun too.” As he took a closer look at her bare tits and noticed something missing from them, his brows furrowed in anger.

“Who said you could take the lock off?” That padlock belonged to his daughter, and he had liked how it looked on the agent. But, he supposed he could let his kitten put some new piercings on this slut that would look even better on her. Now that was a thought…

Natalie pouted. “Well, it wasn’t very practical and it was ugly… I had to cut it. But I’ll reimburse you, of course. I might even give you another one. I think I have one in a cupboard in my kitchen.” She was taking every opportunity to delay the moment when she would have to get near that hideous cock.

“You can reimburse me by putting your face on my cock. Come here, you must be thirsty after all that dancing. Have another drink with me.” He lifted his burgundy wine glass and nodded to her yellow one.

Reluctantly, she stopped dancing and came back to the sofa. She took her glass and dipped her lips into the disgusting broth. The nasty spit glob that floated on top of it made it even more revolting. She closed her eyes and as before, let only a tiny bit of piss enter her mouth. It tasted even worse now that it had gone cold. She put the glass down and reached for a spiced olive to wash out the bad aftertaste.

“Come now, Agent. I thought you liked this brand. Let me see you swig it,” Joe urged, flicking his dying cigarette butt into the glass where it was extinguished with a hiss in the fluids, adding another ingredient to the vile mix.

“It is delicious indeed, and such nectars must be relished with love. We don’t want to rush it down, in particular as we have so little of it.” Hoping to distract him, she turned around and danced with her butt close to his face.

Her fancy words might have been comical and overplayed had they not been uttered in such a sensual voice that he almost believed she was truthful. As it was, she played right into his fantasies, whether she had meant it or not, and it was so good that he could let her off the hook for the moment. What he would not do was miss out on his promised blowjob. Grabbing her pouty buttocks, which were right up in his face, he pulled her down beside him on the sofa, grabbed her neck, and pushed her head down toward his groin, poking her in the face with his all-but vertical penis over and over in his eagerness to find that warm, wet hole between her glossy lips.

Her diversion had worked too well. She was no longer pressed to drink the pee but she would now have to go straight to the source. The grip on her neck was too strong to resist. Her face was pushed down against that nasty cock that punched her in the eye, in the nose, against her tight-pressed lips. Her pretty, made-up face was already smeared with foul dick cheese and precum. Joe, in his eagerness, grew more brutal so that she finally had to open her mouth and let him in.

The fat cock went straight to the back of her mouth and she choked on it, retching and sneezing. She tried to lift her head but he kept her down, even trying to push his dick deeper. More choking sounds came out of her violated throat. Her salivary glands poured mucus into her mouth to ease the penetration but it only made her drool more. He grabbed her hair and twisted her head in various directions until his glans was in the right position and then he pushed deeper. The cock entered her throat and her choking and struggling grew more intense as she could no longer breathe. She grabbed the sofa with her hands and tried to pull herself off.

“Ungghhh,” Joe grunted as his eager cock found the entrance it had been searching for and slotted itself deep within the agent’s tender throat. Once inside that tight, warm sleeve, he realized how much he had missed the feeling and began a series of short, rapid hip thrusts up against her trapped head. With both of his hands locked within her thick hair, he had a firm grip on her head and could guide it wherever he wanted.

Natalie had no control whatsoever. Her face, and her throat were being used like a vagina, except that it was her head that was moving at a fast and powerful pace, while the cock remained more or less still. She could hardly breathe and her senses were overwhelmed by the familiar but horrendous stench.

“I hope you like the taste, slave. I haven’t washed my cock since it was last in your cunt. Maybe you can still catch a bit of yourself on it,” Joe said in between grunts of carnal pleasure.

Natalie’s eyes bulged on hearing that nasty confession. That was over two weeks ago! No wonder he had built up so much filth on his ugly fuck stick. How could it even survive like that? It should have been rotting by now! Though judging by the vile taste that ravaged her mouth, that might not be so far from the truth.

Overwhelmed by the sweet sensations that surged from his long neglected loins, Joe felt a tightening in his balls, signaling the unstoppable release. Holding his breath, he locked his slave’s head in an iron grip, and seconds later, the floodgates opened as jet after jet of pent-up sperm lanced straight into her gullet. He had not come like this in years. It was even better than the last time he’d fucked her. If this was any indication of how things were going to be, he had plenty to look forward to.

Natalie’s eyes grew wide open as the massive load burst in her throat, invading her mouth and going up her nose. As Joe remained plugged against her face there was no way for his sperm to go, so she had to swallow most of it, adding to her roiling nausea.

After the brutal throat fuck, Joe let things slow down, wanting to just remain in that warm, wet mouth for a while and have his cock tended to by a soft, willing tongue. He stroked Natalie’s hair with almost gentle fingers while she bobbed her head on his lap, playing with those long silken brown strands that flowed from her forehead, past her ears, and down her shoulders.

She was now sucking him eagerly, afraid that if she did not, he would pierce her throat again. She moved up and down in an even rhythm, using her lips and tongue to the best of her ability. Her face was a mess now as her mascara had run down her cheeks with her tears.

When Joe had caught his breath enough to speak, it was in a soft, deep baritone, “You know, Agent slave, I’m a bit surprised you had such trouble with your special wine. I kinda had you pegged for a piss-drinker. After all, it’s not the first time for you, is it? I believe you already sampled Clive and Robbie... That’s right, Clive’s my cousin, and you know, I wasn’t too happy after I found out what happened to him last week. I hear he’s in your custody now after that little stint you and your blonde friend pulled at the gas station.” His grip tightened in her hair as he spoke, his voice lowering to a near whisper in her ear. “But that’s not a problem, now, is it, Agent? Because you’re going to get him out of there, aren’t you? Clive and Robbie both. And what’s more, you’re going to give me the secret identity of Piranha, along with some real nasty dirt on her so that I can reimburse my cousin for his suffering at her hands. Doing that for me would go a long way to relieve your own problems.”

With her mouth occupied by the big smelly cock, Natalie could not speak. She had to listen to that tirade while sucking and licking and making all kinds of lewd wet noises with her mouth. In a way, Natalie wasn’t surprised to hear that Clive was Joe’s cousin. It seemed these inbred rednecks were all related in one way or another. However, the idea that she would have to release her two assaulters just as she had taken her revenge on them made her furious. Ratting on Jade was another matter. She had no love to spare for the cocky blonde, especially after what had happened in the gym showers, but she couldn’t see herself breaking the trust of a fellow agent. That would be a far more serious offense.

And how did Joe know about the raid at the gas station? One of those two country rubes, Robbie or Clive, must have recognized her and told their grubby cousin about her presence there, despite her attempts to stay out of their sight. That was the only explanation she could see. Could this blackmail scheme of Joe’s be some kind of payback for their arrest, or had he planned to go through with it anyway? These were questions she may never get the answer to, but it now became clear in her mind that in engaging with Joe she might have dug herself a deeper hole than she had first believed. Would she ever be able to climb out of it?

Stuffed with cock and unable to speak, Natalie nodded against his fat belly in a vague answer to his suggestions. He might take that as a show of willingness to comply, which was what she had to do for the moment. That, and reconsidering her options. If throwing Jade under the bus would get her out of this predicament, or at least soften it a bit, wouldn’t it be worth it?

“You know, deep down, I think you want me here. Why else would you have left your keys for me to find? I think you can’t resist my cock, no matter how much you try to claim otherwise. You might as well admit it, sugartits. You can’t fight the urge for a big hard cock, and you know it,” Joe said while continuing to stroke her hair and guide her head over his erection, making her lips drag up and down the slick shaft and then down low to smother her nose against his hairy balls.

Natalie was forced to listen to this misogynist monologue without offering any retorts. Her mouth was too widely stretched by the slob’s massive organ and she was too focused on keeping control over her revolting stomach. Waves of bile kept reaching the back of her mouth.  The smell was so bad, so strong it was almost toxic.

“Yeah, the smell of sweaty balls turns you on, doesn’t it, Agent? No need to play shy now. There’s just the two of us here, you can be honest with me.”

Her disgust had to be obvious in her eyes for him to tell what she thought of that statement... and his words had come just as she had managed to stop another impulse of retching, making it even worse. She was sure she must be turning a greenish shade by now.

“While you’re down there, make sure to clean those balls well. They’re part of my cock too, you know, and I want to see every inch of it shining with your spit when you’re done.”

That idea was the last drop. An ignominious noise grew in her spasming throat and suddenly a flood of bile burst out of her mouth and nostrils. As the cock was still deeply embedded in her mouth, the flow had to run around its hairy base, covering his balls and lower belly. Her own stomach was sucked in as she fought against another rising heave, her fingers clawing at the leather sofa as she tried to pull her head away despite the strong grip on her hair.

“Tsk…tsk... Special Agent Swann… what a mess you’ve made. I hope you realize you’re going to have to clean that up.” He pulled her off his cock with a soft pop and looked her right in those large, deep brown, bloodshot eyes.

Her face was a mess, her makeup ruined by her tears, with black smears running under her eyes. From her nose and down, her face was sticky with mucus and bile. Her mouth was held wide agape as she tried to recover her breath. And her eyes… they looked so miserable, so desperate. The nightmare had started again and the night was still very long. She could not help but notice the wide patch of stomach acids she had left on her precious leather couch. Unless she could clean it now, it would be ruined in mere minutes.

“Please…” she started to say, then stopped as her voice came out hoarse and broken. It had taken days for her croaky voice to return to normal, and just like that, it was now back again to cheap whore mode. “Please… Let me get some rest. Also, I’d like to clean that mess… the mess I made… before my sofa is ruined. Will you let me do that, at least?”

“Since you asked so nicely, slave, you can clean it off, with your hair.” To help her along, Joe pulled out her hairband, releasing the messy ponytail and drawing out the long, wavy strands with his fat fingers. Her curls fell down, some of them touching the messy spot, much to her disgust.

“No, please, I need detergent. I have a special cleaner for leather…”

“You can use your hair, and your tongue, or nothing at all. Your choice.” His tone was harsher now, the playfulness gone, indicating he was not going to put up with her complaints. Natalie was desperate. She knew her hair would not do much, except ruin her look. However, her tongue might do some work. She grimaced at the notion of licking up her own bile. It had already burned her throat coming up, and she did not expect it would feel any better going back in the other direction.

To get her started, Joe grabbed a fistful of her soft locks and used them as a rag to wipe most of the wet mess from his groin. She tried to protest as her sore scalp was yanked and her shiny hair used as a cheap mop. She did not know which experience was the most disgusting; matting her hair with her own stomach contents, or licking his sweaty testicles.

Once he let go of her hair, she shook it away from her face and pulled those strands that stuck to it to the side. Then, after a deep breath, she clenched her nose and her eyes and began to lick the bile from her sofa, wincing at the sharp taste. Her nose was so close to his balls that the stench was overpowering and she had to stop a moment to fight another stomach heave. Once she had calmed the urge, she got started again, intent on removing as much as she could of the aggressive fluid from her expensive sofa before it made a permanent stain. As she proceeded, she noticed that Joe’s fat butt and balls were leaving sweat spots on the luxury surface and that her precious couch might be ruined no matter what she did to protect it.

While his Federal slave went about her new duties, Joe lit up another post-coitus cigarette and leaned back to watch her work. His spent cock hung like a pale slug over one hairy thigh, leaking its sticky sauce as he blew out the tobacco smoke in Natalie’s direction with every exhale, loving the way her cute little nose scrunched up every time she was forced to inhale the acrid fumes.

Natalie was now struggling to suppress the tears that came to her burning eyes. This filthy bastard was defacing her and her sofa, he was spoiling it with his stench and smoke. And here she was, kneeling between his fat, sweaty thighs, leaving it to happen without much resistance. How was that even possible? She sniffed and blinked fast. She never cried, never in public at least, and she was not going to start now, not in front of this pig. But enduring this degradation without expressing her emotional turmoil was so hard.

The jazzy tunes were still playing in the background, and Joe, finishing his cigarette, decided it was time for his strip show to continue. Dropping the butt in her piss-glass to join the one already floating in there, he gave the tongue-cleaning agent a hard slap to her face.

“Music’s still running. Get up there and give me the second part of the show. You’re still wearing too much, and I want to see some pussy,” he ordered. “You’d better get me hard again, or I’ll find some other way to do it.”

The firm slap made her skull ring and left her somewhat disoriented. She had to brace on the sofa to get back up on her wobbly high heels. As she rose, a thread of saliva linked her chin to the sofa and as it snapped, it landed between her breasts like some lewd silvery necklace.

She moved away past the low table where there was more room to perform. As she began to dance again, she looked very different from before. For one, her face was ruined, glistening with sweat—both hers and his—smeared with mascara and bile, with her hair hanging in tangled and wet clumps. Also, she felt much less confident. She had not looked proud earlier but at least she had had some hope then, she had the goal of making the dance last forever. Now, she was just dejected, disgusted, and filled with the prospect of more abuse for the long hours that remained until sunrise.

As a result, her dance was much less sensual and more mechanical. She was in a dilemma. If she made him hard again, he would rape her. If she did not, he would punish her. She could not decide which was worse. So she just moved her feet and hips, sniffing, wiping the mess from her lower face with the back of her forearm.

She turned around, struggling with the knot of her makeshift skirt. Her ankles wobbled more often now, in particular as her attention was focused on undoing that troublesome knot.

Joe licked his lips and gave his hardening cock a few idle strokes as he watched the agent struggle to get her steps right. Her moves weren’t all that sensual, and those tall heels did not look comfortable for her. But it was her efforts that turned him on, her will to uphold her end of the deal—or what she thought was their deal—at any cost. Of course, he would find new ways to keep her under his thumb as the evening progressed, so that when morning came she would have failed at something and given him reason to extend her service. No matter how hard she tried, he would never be satisfied with her performance, and always demand more. And by the time she saw through that plan, it would be too late for her to back out, if it wasn’t already. This little brown-haired vixen was trapped as surely as a rabbit in a snare, and the more she struggled to get free, the tighter she would pull the noose around her own neck. He wondered if she could see it, or if she still had any real hopes of getting loose. He hoped she did. It would make the act of breaking her all that much sweeter.

Natalie’s trembling fingers finally succeeded in releasing the knot. She unwrapped the skirt-scarf and continued her dance, wiggling her hips while remaining hidden behind the piece of semi-transparent material. From time to time she glanced at her spectator to judge the effect she had on his excitement. The more she looked at him, the more he disgusted her, and at the same time, the more ashamed she was of stripping for him. He was such a lowlife… but what did that say about the one who was submitting to him?

Of course, she was forced to do this. It was not as if she was a slut enjoying the debasement. But still… she wondered how Jade would have behaved in the same situation. Maybe she would just have punched that pig’s face until it was reduced to a bloody mess? That idea brought a pale smile to her pinched lips. Maybe she should have no concern about her secrets being exposed? After all, Jade was already quite open about her alternative sex life… Was there something Natalie could learn from that? Her situation was very different though. Her reputation at the FBI was spotless and she had the feeling that her fall would make much more noise as a result. And her parents would disown her if they saw that horrible video. Yet, there was something in the idea of using Joe’s face as a punching bag, something she put aside for now but would remember if he pushed his advantage too far. She certainly had the skill to beat him in a fight if it came to that, despite his advantage in size and weight.

She dropped the scarf and began to play with the sides of her bikini bottom, stretching them sideward, pulling them up to bunch in the crevice of her ass, or feigning to slide them down. As she moved, her free-hanging breasts jiggled on her chest with what mass they had.

To drag out his amusement with the slow-moving, half-measured strip show, Joe took out his box of matches that went with his cigarette pack and struck one on fire. Tossing the lit match at Natalie, he grinned as she jumped from the small burn she sustained on it hitting her bare thigh.

“Hey! Stop that! You’re going to set my apartment on fire!” she protested.

The glare she gave him in response made him light up another match and wave it around in the air before flicking it her way. This time it came up short and landed at her feet where it smoldered on the polished floorboards, threatening to burn a hole in them. She stomped on the burning match, smothering it under her sole, but leaving a sooty mark.

“That the best you can do, Agent smartypants? I want to see more fire in those hips,” he said, laughing at his own quip. “Come on, move it like you do when in your boss’ office asking for a raise…” With a casual move, he lit up another match and watched it burn between his nicotine-stained fingers.

She rolled her eyes. Was he really thinking that was how she behaved? Nevertheless, she did not want him to continue throwing matches as this was a really dangerous game, so she tried to improve on her dancing, even though she did not feel it at all.

“Yeah baby, let me see that ass move!” Joe shouted loud enough for the neighbors to hear, followed by a piercing wolf whistle.

Natalie spun on her heels, blushing very red, and twerked her butt, hoping that would make him stop. She flexed her knees, drawing a wavy line with her ass as she went down, then she moved back up and thrust her hips back and forth as though she was fucking some invisible man.

Flicking the match out, Joe cheered as it hit her right buttock dead-center and made her yelp and jump. Again, she stopped her sexy dance to turn around and stare daggers at him. But her attempts at showing defiance only made him laugh harder, his large gut wobbling with mirth. The way she blushed made his cock harden, and he felt almost ready for another round with her hot body. This time he wanted another shot at that tight little pussy of hers, but to do that, he first needed those panties gone.

“Did anyone tell you to stop? Get that cunt out for me,” he yelled in his crudest voice, not caring how many of the other residents in the apartment block that heard him.

Natalie was shocked. The walls were thick but not soundproof. What if her neighbors heard these crude calls? As hers was the last apartment in the building, and on the top floor, only those below could hear something, but what would they think? Already, they must have heard the sharp clacking of her heels on the floor from her dancing and wondered what was up. They knew she was living alone and never brought home a date. On the rare occasion she met with a man for some sexy fun, she always made sure they went to his place. Any male voice in her home would sound suspicious. To avoid another raucous yell, she drew her thong down her long legs, continuing to mimic intercourse with her hips. She stepped out of the flimsy garment and wiggled her hips, ashamed of displaying her crotch, shaved and trimmed as she always kept it.

“Now we’re getting somewhere. Turn around, bend over, and spread those legs, then start fucking yourself with your fingers. And go deep. I want to hear how wet you are.”

This was so vulgar… yet she obeyed. She spread her feet as far as she dared without risking her stilettos sliding on the varnished floorboards. She bent over at her hips and reached one hand between her athletic thighs. Her vagina was dry, of course, and she could not push a finger that far in without pain. So she licked and sucked her two longest fingers to get some lubrication. She pushed one, then two fingers into her tight pussy, wincing a bit at the awkward entrance. This was too much for her. She felt so ashamed. Yet she continued to move, pushing her fingers as deep as she could, in a rather mechanical motion.

Joe began a slow jerk-off session as he let his eyes slide along those long legs, hoisted even higher by the spiked heels she wore. Her crotch was half-hidden by her hand whose long slender fingers were burying themselves deep within that tight cavern. He had half expected her to balk at this part, but there she was, right in front of his hungry stare; a respectable Federal agent, finger-fucking herself in her own apartment for his private amusement.

“I can smell you from here, miss pussyfingers. That’s one hot and randy cunt you’ve got there,” he taunted.

Natalie wished she had never come home tonight. Why couldn’t she have stayed at the office for some late night work like she often did? This was so degrading. If only time could pass faster. She wanted it to be morning already. Her vagina was moistening despite her disgust and her fingers began to make some wet noises, much to her shame. She did not feel any desire, but her sex reacted against her will.

“Now stick your middle finger up your ass, all the way in!” Joe ordered in a breathy voice, getting more aroused by the lewd show his sexy little slave was putting on for him. He knew damn well she did not enjoy one second of it, but that was exactly why he felt such a rush of power making her do it still. “Come on, I know there’s plenty of room in there. And don’t you like it better through the back door anyway?”

She continued to finger her vagina while turning an anxious face at him over her shoulder. “Please, stop with that. I won’t put my finger in my ass, that’s filthy!”

“Really? After all that you’ve done, that’s where you draw the line? Well, I hate to tell you, sugarplum, but it’s not like you have much of a choice. You either do it now, or I walk out of here, and you know what that means. And for ruining my mood, I want to see two fingers in there. Now get to it!”

“Don’t you have any limits? No pity?” she complained. But at the same time, she was scared by his threats, and gently tried to push one finger into her anus. The tiny hole was clenched in fear and she couldn’t force it. In her position, she lacked the leverage and it was too painful.

“I’m sorry… I-I can’t. It’s too tight.”

Joe looked at her for a long moment of silence, trying to judge her sincerity, and then sighed. “OK, because I’m such a nice and amiable guy, I’ll give you a choice.” He picked up her Glock 22, which was still loaded, placed it on the floor, and slid it over to where she was standing bent over in her whorish position. “Fuck yourself on that. Stick it in whichever hole you want, but make it good. That’s my last offer.”

Natalie gasped. When he had begun his sentence about being nice and amiable, she knew he was coming up with some bullshit… but that! Using her service weapon as a sex toy… if that was ever discovered… she shuddered at the thought. Yet, he had given her the choice of which hole she could rape with it and that could indeed be perceived as a ‘nice’ offer by his standards.

She grabbed the handgun and felt its familiar weight rest in her grip. The weapon that had made her feel safe and protected for so many years was now going to be used to demean her in both a perverted and dangerous way. The image of Jade flashed again in her mind. She imagined the tall Amazon punching this pig’s face to an unrecognizable pulp, or perforating his fat body with a hail of bullets from her automatic carbine... Natalie only had to aim and shoot and her immediate problems would be ended. But then she would face a decade of legal problems, if not more, and would lose her job and hard-fought career for sure. Her hands trembled as she looked at her weapon, not daring to turn her eyes on her tormentor. If she saw his grinning ugly face she was not sure she could control herself. She let out a sigh. She had to recover those video files first and make sure they were destroyed. Then, and only then, she would seek revenge.

She flipped the gun around in her hand to give her a better and safer grip for what she was about to do, making sure her finger was nowhere near the trigger. With the built-in safe action system of the Glock, she wasn’t too worried that it would go off, but she still wouldn’t take any unnecessary risks. She bent forward again and pressed the cold steel of the barrel against her vulva, shivering at the contact. Then she gently pushed it in. Her vagina was now well lubricated but still the gun was thicker than her fingers and much harder. She felt its solid coldness slide up her intimate channel. It wasn’t painful but very uncomfortable and weird. She pushed it in as far as it would go. The square trigger guard proved too wide for her to insert, so she stopped with it pressed snug up against her outer lips.

“It’s all in,” she declared, though Joe did not seem to be listening. He seemed lost in some erotic trance watching her perform. The sight of his lust-filled stare made her shiver.

The gun was buried in her pussy, but now she had to fuck herself with it. So she moved the barrel back and forth, as smoothly as possible, because the unyielding steel had a set of grooves, a sight, and other asperities that scratched her inner walls. Luckily, the G22 was a fairly short weapon, so she only had to put about three inches inside herself with every thrust, though she felt every single inch of that cold hard steel. She pretended it felt good, moaning breathily, lying down on her back and continuing to use her gun as a dildo, arching her back, bending her head backward, closing her eyes, and licking her lips.

She shuddered to think what would happen should the weapon go off while inside her like this, with the barrel pointing inward toward her womb. She would for sure be killed in an instant as the bullet tore through her innards. What a shameful way to die! What would forensics think when they found her body? It might even look like she had offed herself in some weird, perverted way. Checking for the steel guard again with her fingers, making sure she did not accidentally pull the trigger somehow, she kept going at a slow pace as her body began to warm up the cold steel. Fucking herself with a loaded gun like this might be the craziest thing she had ever done!

By now, Joe held a solid steel rod of his own in his hand. He had taken a risk when handing the skilled agent her weapon, but he had no real fears she would dare use it against him. She was the one who stood to lose the most in such an exchange by far. But there was always that tiny chance it would happen, and the danger added a certain thrill to the eroticism of the moment. His eyes were fixed on that black gun steel as it slid in and out of her soft channel, her pink inner folds clinging to its irregular shape on each stroke. He matched her movements with his hand so that his cock followed the path of the gun barrel; his hot shaft enclosed within his palm when the gun was inside her, and standing free in the air when the weapon emerged outside of her hole. There was a clear shine to the Glock now, her juices having bathed it in slick lubrication. Perhaps she really did enjoy this twisted kink? It wouldn’t surprise him. In his experience, all women were sluts if you looked deep enough inside them, especially posh bitches like this one.

“OK, now take the gun out and put it back in your holster. Don’t clean it off. If anyone asks you why there’s dried cunt juice all over your service weapon, you can tell them it’s because he’s your best friend and lover and he makes you cum every night.”

Natalie sighed in relief as she was at last allowed to stop the absurd and degrading act. She pulled the gun out with precaution. It was followed by a sticky line of vaginal secretions as it emerged. It smelled of sex now, all covered in her juices. It was contrary to regulation to leave a gun in such a state, though she had no other choice but to put it back in its holster. The leather pouch would soak up the juices and be tainted with her smell forever. She could not help but feel a tinge of sadness as she looked at her trusty weapon. Another symbol of her office besmirched and defiled...

“Now come over and sit on this,” Joe did not have to point to the obvious meat spike that jutted from his crotch, now back to full tumescent glory. “I’ll show you a real gun. Except this one shoots bigger rounds.”

Natalie rolled her eyes at his childish quips. She walked reluctantly toward him, limping a bit as her feet had begun to really ache from wearing those uncomfortable shoes. Arriving in front of her fat tormentor, she turned her back to him, spread her legs, and scooted backward up on the sofa, kneeling on it and straddling his thick thighs, taking care not to pierce the leather with her stiletto heels. She felt the ugly snake bumping and drooling against her inner thighs and grimaced with disgust. At least, in this reversed cowgirl position, she would not have to look at his ugly face. She lowered herself until the warm head touched her bare vulva. She stopped there, waiting for him to guide his sex into her, clenching her eyes in preparation for what was to come.

Joe watched in silence as the humiliated agent positioned herself on top of him, her feet pointing at the backrest of the sofa and her firm buttocks hovering just above his groin. He had a great view of her pussy from this angle, his eyes feasting on the smooth-shaven lips protruding from in between her half moons like a freshly opened clam, the outer labia swollen and slick with her moistness, the slit pink and inviting; and sitting just above it, the tiny wrinkled rosette of her anus. Grabbing hold of one firm young ass cheek in each hand, he pressed his thumbs hard into those wet cunt lips, digging his dirty nails into the tender flesh to draw them apart, revealing the coral pink insides with a black gaping hole in the center, beckoning him to enter its secret abyss. His purplish cockhead tapped and bumped against those silken folds in its eager twitching, mixing his smegma-stained precum with her feminine juices. He used his hips to nudge the tip just inside the slippery vaginal canal and groaned with pleasure as he felt its warm grip engulf his manhood. He moved his hands away so that she hovered over him with the only contact between their bodies being the intimate grasp of cunt on cockhead.

“Now fuck yourself on me, Agent. Slowly. I want to feel every bump and ridge of your cunt as I bottom out in you and knock on your baby door.”

He watched her lithe back arch as she adjusted her position, her flawless skin gleaming with sweat from her earlier dancing exertions. Her long brown hair spilled down over her shoulders, the pretty curls tangled and matted in places with spit, bile, and clotted sperm. As he felt her start a slow descent, her cunt traveling down the length of his cock stem with exquisite tightness, he reached up to grab a fistful of that thick mane, pulling it down so that she was forced to look up into the ceiling and curve her back into an even steeper bow.

Natalie moaned in pain caused by the pull on her scalp and the stretching of her vagina. She was sure to get an infection with such an unwashed cock. Thankfully, she still had some of that antibiotic cream her gynecologist had given her a couple of weeks ago. She would never have imagined she would need it again, and certainly not for this purpose.

He picked up the remote and turned the TV back on, letting his homemade porn flick resume from where it had paused earlier. Kitten had done a great job editing the best parts together. Turning up the volume, he looked at the screen over Swann’s shoulder to watch her blindfolded face contort into all manner of emotional expressions ranging from anger and frustration to pain, embarrassment, and raw lust as she humiliated herself with that detailed confession he had coaxed out of her. In loud, clear notes her husky voice rang out from the HiFi speakers, filling the room with its undiluted desire.

“...they fucked her with her own baton to loosen her tight virgin ass… and then they took her every hole. Each of them. She was left a total mess… but that was so hot! I managed to get access to the crime scene photographs. I even made copies of them and brought them home, and then I masturbated on them so hard…”

“Just listen to that nasty drivel. What a fucking slut you are! And look at that dreamy smile on your face. Shameful.” Joe kept up a running commentary overtop Natalie’s own damning words while he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her body.

“...I wish I could have interrogated her…to hear her relate every juicy detail from her own mouth… but my questions would have been a bit too personal. Do me like that, as revenge! Come on, I’m Special Agent Natalie Swann from the FBI and I have come here to arrest you. Will you let that go unpunished? Do I need to show you my badge to excite that hate in you?”

“No, you don’t, Special Agent Natalie Swann. You never did. For me, it was enough just looking at your slutty little arrogant face as you walked all over my home as if you owned it! Well, guess what, now I own you, and your home both!” Joe said in response to screen-Natalie as if she could somehow hear him. Well, the real one riding his cock sure could.

Joe finished his tirade with a brutal upward thrust that buried his entire eight inches within the tight confines of his private Federal pussy. He initiated an energetic rabbit fuck, holding onto her hips to keep her from falling off as he bounced her on himself in a wild ride, feeling his cockhead slam into her cervix again and again. Her protesting moans turned into a staggered ululating sound and her hair danced on her back with the rapid jackhammer strokes he was giving her. If he hadn’t cum so recently, he would have sprayed her full of his seed by now, but with his balls relieved of most of their load already, he could keep this punishing pace going for much longer.

For Natalie, what she remembered from that fateful night was mostly blind sensations. It was another matter to see it now, in the harsh light of day as it were, and from the outside. To her horror, her face was quite recognizable despite the blindfold, and the action was even more hardcore than her prude imagination had wanted to envision it. How could she have acted like such a wanton slut? The evidence against her, the starkness of her own confession, was damning. If this video clip ended up in the wrong hands, not only her career but her entire life would be ruined. And now she looked at those images while being raped again with punishing force, as though to hammer into her body what a complete slut she was. And those horrible words she had spoken in her twisted excitement, now eternalized on that perverse film—where had those come from? She had trouble believing what she saw on that screen was even real. She let out a moan of despair.

“You must… owwghhh… delete all thii-ii-ii-is!” she tried to say while the cock pounded her innards to mush.

“Delete it? On the contrary, my little slave agent, we’re going to make more like it! With you as the acting star. You’re going to do all kinds of sick shit for my personal entertainment. As long as you keep me happy, that evidence stays between the two of us… and maybe a few select others… Betray me, however, and there won’t be anywhere for you to hide from the truth of your own actions. The entire world will know what a dirty little whore you are.” Joe finished his shocking statement by pulling her head back far enough so that he could lick the sweat from the base of her neck up to her ear, chuckling with the confident glee of a man who knew he held all the cards.

“You didn’t finish your wine, slutcheeks. A man might take offense to that,” He whispered in her ear. He reached over to pick up the piss-filled glass that still stood on the table and lifted it to her lips. Using his other hand to control her head by wrapping it in her hair, he instructed:

“This is how you enjoy a fine vintage. First, you inhale its unique scent and let it fill your nose, like so.” He held the round glass by its stem, and with tiny circular motions set its contents swirling around inside it. Along with the part-dissolved glob of phlegm, there were also two soggy cigarette butts now floating around in the dark, yellow-tinted sludge. Having been left to simmer for a while, the vile brew looked absolutely disgusting and smelled even worse.

“Then you sip the wine to absorb its initial range of flavor. But you’re already past that part, so I say we go straight to the finale.” With that, he tilted the glass toward her face and began to drain the vicious contents into her mouth at such a rapid pace that she had trouble keeping up. Twin streamers of piss escaped the corners of her lips to trickle down her bare front, but he could see from the rolling movements of her slim throat that she was swallowing most of it as fast as she could. This close, the large gulps she took were even audible to him.

Her small nostrils flared as she struggled to breathe in between her frantic drinking, and he could hear her making choked little noises of despair. But to her credit, she kept going without much spillage. One by one, the floating debris, cigarette butts, and greenish loogie were sucked into her mouth riding the urinal stream, and from what he could tell, it all just went down her throat along with it. Soon only the dregs were left. Joe waited until every last drop was gone before he pulled the glass from her lips and threw it across the room. It hit the far wall with a loud crash and shattered into a million pieces that rained down onto the floor.

“Now I want to hear you say it,” he demanded. “Tell me what you are and what you’re going to do for me. Admit to me that you are owned and will obey everything I tell you to do.” He was close to orgasm now, turned on by the power rush of his own words. If she answered him like he hoped she would, he would come inside her, sealing their bond as master and slave with his seed flooding her womb.

The first sound that came out of Natalie’s mouth was a loud “BLAUUUUURRP!” as the air she had swallowed along with the acrid drink came rushing out of her throat. She turned her face away from him in embarrassment, and he felt her cunt twitch around him as her core muscles tightened.

Natalie had trouble speaking and thinking clearly as her vagina throbbed from the brutal fucking. Despite her being on top, she had no control over the depth and speed of the penetration, and her narrow pussy, already irritated by her gun, was now going through hell.

“N-no way, bastard! I’d rather die than be your slave. We had… an agreement! And you are going to respect it!” she managed to say, albeit interrupted by frequent moans of agony and a series of smaller, vile burps.

In response to her defiance, Joe let out an angry roar and yanked her hair harder, plunging his cock so deep into her body that their loins met with a loud, wet slap, his scraggly nest of pubes smothering her pretty, silken cunt lips. He pulled her head far enough back that he could growl in her ear and bite the lobe hard enough to taste blood, infusing her with his fury. But it was just an act. Inside he was glad she still showed some of that indomitable fighting spirit that had always been the true source of his attraction to her.

Feeling her hot sheath wrapped so tightly around his whole length, and his cockhead pressing against the hard ring of her cervix, he imagined his piss slit lined up with the tiny opening in that donut-shaped barrier. He felt his balls retract up into his body in preparation for launch just seconds before the first load shot out of him. Although he couldn’t see it, in his mind it jetted straight up into her womb and painted its fertile insides with his crooked DNA. He groaned as his fat body shook with the pleasurable release, heavy drops of sweat running off his oily skin, his teeth still holding on to her earlobe in a feral love bite.

At that moment, a vision swam before his eyes. He loved his daughter more than life, but deep down he had always wanted a son. And this woman, whom he was so physically connected with at the moment, was a worthy mother for his progeny. Her strong spirit and beautiful body, combined with his devious mind and raw lust for power would make for a glorious heir to his criminal empire. He would raise his son to surpass even his own achievements in life and become a true master and ruler of women. As his orgasmic high abated, so did the vivid imagery of world domination, but it had left behind the spark of a more realistic idea in his subconsciousness that would not be so easily dismissed.

“Get off me, slut,” he barked and shoved Swann from his lap so hard she fell against her low coffee table. Under the momentum, the mahogany legs of the delicate table creaked, twisted, and then snapped. Finally, the entire piece of furniture collapsed under her weight, taking her down with it in a jumble of sprawling limbs, some wooden, some sleek and feminine.

Natalie remained kneeling on the floor amid the debris, her swollen cunt leaking Joe’s seed over the thick carpet. She frowned at the stains she had already made on the expensive fabric. Even now, raped and humiliated, with a belly full of cold piss, she worried more about her things than herself. The realization almost made her laugh at her own vanity.