Agent Swann, FBI: Fucked, Blackmailed, and Impounded

Natalie lay awake in bed, her tired mind sorting through the recent events of what had been another strange and humiliating day of her messed-up life. She was lying on her back, her body stretched out on the soft mattress on the side of the king-sized bed where she usually took her sleep. That much was normal. Just about everything else, however, was aberrant to her senses.

To begin with, her arms were pulled up high above her head with her wrists shackled to the bedframe by her own standard-issue handcuffs where Joe had locked her up before tucking in for the night. Likewise, at the foot of the bed, her ankles were tied to the elaborate black steel frame with longer ropes that he seemed to have brought for this express purpose. This arrangement left her in a position uncomfortable enough that she would not have been able to fall asleep even had her mind and body not been assaulted by a great number of other distractions, the chief of those being the noose around her neck.

An innocuous but sinister length of nylon rope had been wrapped around her throat, forcing her to hold her head at a slight angle on the pillow-less mattress just below her stretched arms. The loop had enough slack in it that she only had to pull her shoulders upward a little to relieve the pressure that it put on her neck, but it was also short enough that she couldn’t sink down limp. After a few hours in this strained position, her neck muscles and shoulders had started to cramp and were causing her no end of grief. Any movement, no matter how small, caused the taut line to dig into her sensitive windpipe in the most uncomfortable way. When that happened, she had to be very careful not to cough or gag, or at least not be too loud about it, or she might risk waking up her bed companion from his peaceful slumber. Already, he had woken up once from her fretful stirring and had tightened her bondage to even harsher levels before rolling over and going back to sleep without a word. After that, she had been more restrictive with her protests.

Trying to avoid moving her noosed head, Natalie shifted only her eyes to look toward the left side of the bed, where under normal circumstances a partner of hers might rest. That space was now occupied by a huge bulk of walrus-like proportions. The shadowy mound rose and fell in irregular shifts as it breathed, accompanied by a disgusting gurgle that did not even sound much like snoring. The wet, rattling noise burrowed into her brain no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, and with her hands tied above her head, she could not even plug her ears to keep it out.

She strained her eyes as far left as they would go in their sockets and stared angry daggers at the fat shape of Joe Carter, the most unsavory mate she could ever have imagined sharing her bed. He was so heavy that his bulk slanted the mattress toward his side, forcing her to lean in the opposite direction to avoid being sucked down against him. Even without the choke rope threatening to strangle her to death, such an act of deplorable intimacy might cause a similar outcome for her, she thought with a sarcastic sneer. A sneer that changed to a pained grimace as she pictured herself drowning under a mountain of stinking, hairy blubber.

Still, she could not help but give the huge, man-shaped mound a longing stare in the dark. Joe had hogged all of the pillows to support his upper body, and the lion’s share of her thick, fluffy down covers lay wrapped around his fat shape—as if his sweaty ass needed to be kept any warmer! Meanwhile, Natalie was left shivering under the single thin blanket that was all the shelter Joe had allowed for her naked body. At some point during her struggles in the night, even that meager protection had slipped below her breasts, leaving them bare and undefended in the cold night air, nipples hard and crinkled as they pointed toward the ceiling.

Of course, it did not help that before tucking in for the night, Joe had cranked the AC up, turning the bedroom climate from a pleasant 68° F into arctic winter. Apparently, that was the way he preferred it, which did not surprise her considering how much sweat and grease that obese flesh of his seemed to produce. Even now, she could feel the sickly heat radiate from his fatty hump. But rather than warm her up, that sensation just made her shiver all the more.

Natalie clenched her fists in frustration, ignoring the slight sting as the narrow metallic bands of her handcuffs dug into her wrists. Despite the unpleasantness of it all, she could stand the chill, the discomfort, and even the humiliation. It was the destruction of her property that galled her the most. Her fine Egyptian cotton bedsheets would be forever tainted with that vile man’s stink, and like most of her things that Joe had come into contact with since this home invasion of his had begun last night, they would have to be thrown out or burned when this nightmare was over.

But would it ever be over? The sudden thought gave her a new kind of chill. With the amount of material that Joe had on her by now, he could blackmail her to oblivion, and she would be helpless to resist it. She did not know what his endgame was, but no matter what happened next, it would not be anything pleasant for her, that much was certain. So far, she had managed to endure these ordeals by telling herself it would only be temporary, and that she would soon be able to go back to a normal life again. But deep inside, she had always known that to be a lie. How she could have ever been so stupid as to think otherwise when she had first set this madness into motion, she would never know. But now here she was, having to deal with the consequences of a series of actions that may very well change her life for all time to come.

No matter how much she hated Joe for what he had done to her, she could not help hating herself more. How the hell had she managed to get herself into this crazy predicament? It was as if her normal, intelligent self had taken a vacation, allowing some dumb, horny floozy to take over her faculties for a day. There was just no way she could justify having put herself in this position, and part of her blamed no one but herself for what was now happening. She would almost have been happy to pay the price to make amends for her stupidity, had it not been so serious a predicament. If she ever got out of this mess, she may not have much of a life to return to.

As far as her inner dark desires went, Natalie had now sobered. Having lived out her fantasies, and hurting everywhere as a result, she had had enough ‘wild adventures’ for an entire lifetime and had no desire for a repeat performance. If anything, she was intent on making it clear to Joe that she would never repeat what they did. And she meant it. The magic of the fantasy had evaporated, only leaving pain and shame and all the risk involved at work. Was this why he kept bugging her though? Did he somehow hope for more? Perhaps he even expected her to go along with his perverted games of her own free will? It wouldn’t be crazy for him to continue viewing her as that brainless thrill seeker after all the dumb things she had said and done at his place. He kept telling her that he knew she liked what he was doing to her and really wanted it deep inside… Should she just ask him to stop? Convince him somehow that this was not what she wanted? Could it be that simple?

These, and a hundred other thoughts rushed through Natalie’s head as she tried to find a more comfortable position on the bed. Her stretched arms had begun to ache from their raised position, and her wrists were chafed raw from having to support the weight of her hands against the enclosing metal cuffs around them. Without the blanket shielding her upper body, goosebumps pebbled her skin. But she would rather freeze to death than move anywhere near that fat slug for warmth.

“FRAAARRBP!”

The loud fart emitted by her corpulent bed partner was not the first one to grace her ears—or her nose—tonight, and she suspected it would not be the last either, but this one was strong enough to make her turn toward him with a disgusted expression on her face. She half expected to see brown burn marks through the white cotton duvet surrounding his backside. The man was such a pig!

As if triggered by the release of man-swine flatulence, her belly churned again, sending bitter bouts of bile up the back of her throat. With the amount of filth that had been forced into her stomach over the last evening, she was not surprised by its reaction. By now, most of the urine that she had drunk must have made its way through her digestive system as she could feel her bladder starting to protest with ever stronger jolts of discomfort. The slob had not even left her with the means to get up and relieve herself! Was she going to be forced to wet her own bed like a little girl before this night was over? That thought made her blush in the darkness with renewed shame.

There wasn’t much to do for Natalie but lay there and wait for morning, trying to swallow and breathe past the constricting noose around her neck, struggling to keep her cold body from shivering too much, and her mind from falling into despair, all the while having her ears plagued by her snoring walrus companion.

Just as she was about to drop off into exhausted sleep, another loud fart ripped through the air, along with a gurgling snore. She almost screamed but knew she could not risk making a sound that might wake him up, or she would be in for even more punishment. Instead, she bit her lip until she tasted blood and twisted her long bare legs together to try and stave off her bladder’s imminent release. She would not allow him the satisfaction of seeing that happen, no matter how long this night would last.

* * *

Joe woke up feeling great. He was in a bed far softer and more clean-smelling than he was used to, and could not help but grin as he remembered where he had spent the night and who was resting beside him. Without opening his sleep-grainy eyes, he rolled over and flopped out his hand to grab at a hunk of female flesh wherever that hand landed, which happened to be on a bare breast the size of a small apple. Smiling at the feeling of firm feminine softness under his hand, he tightened his fingers around that fleshy mound and used the grip to pull the naked female toward himself. As was his want in the morning, he found himself in the mood to snuggle up to a warm body. This particular body did not seem to want to come near him, though, or maybe it was just hitched up on something. He pulled a little harder. A croaking sound reached his ears, as if from someone choking, and he suddenly remembered the setup he had left the agent in last night.

Releasing the tit-grip, he slid his hand further up along her body. She was warm, smooth, and pleasant to the touch. He felt her throat, the snug noose still wrapped around it, the beat of her pulse strong in her neck. Then he found her chin and cupped it to turn her face to his own so he could kiss her. He shuffled closer and parted his crusty lips. His morning breath must stink, he knew, and he was glad he did not have to smell it himself. It was a sloppy kiss, his fat tongue slobbering all over her lower face as he searched for the elusive entrance between her lips. He kept his eyes closed against the annoying light falling in through the windows, relying on his sense of touch to find what he wanted. As those puffy agent lips compressed against his own, he forced them apart with his tongue. Delving deep into her mouth, he fused their faces together, pushing her head into the mattress and ignoring any muffled sounds of protest she produced.

He inched his hips closer to hers, making sure she felt his morning wood against her body. He always slept in the nude and had insisted she’d do so as well. Mornings were his favorite time of day, at least on this particular day, and he wanted to take advantage of this golden moment for as long as it lasted. There was no better way for a man to start his day than with a long, slow fuck, at least not when that fuck involved a young hot brunette agent. He broke the invasive kiss and pulled back to look at her.

“Good morning, hotcakes. Did you sleep well?” he said, sounding much nicer than he intended. His good mood was spilling over, it seemed.

Two huge, gorgeous brown eyes met his, blazing with angry fire. But there was no verbal response. He sighed. Trust that haughty bitch to ruin his fine morning! The least she could do was show him some courtesy. He churned up some chunky saliva at the back of his mouth and spat the messy loogie right into those large brown eyes. She blinked and turned her head away, her cute nose scrunching up in disgust even as her movement caused another constriction of the noose around her throat, forcing her to choke if she wanted to keep facing away from him. Right now it seemed she’d rather suffer that torment than look him in the eye.

“Now, let’s try that again, shall we? I asked you a nice question, and I expect an even nicer response.”

He pulled her head back by her chin to face him again. She still looked pissed, her visage reddened from both heated emotion and a good bit of strangling. With a visible effort, she softened her features to something approaching civility.

“Good morning. I slept very well, thank you,” she said in a cold, monotonous voice filled with such unconcealed sarcasm that he had to chuckle. With that cross look in her eyes and his spittle still sliding down the side of her nose, she could not hope to display the professional comportment which the FBI demanded of its agents, at least when on duty. And he had a feeling the good little law-abiding Agent Swann never really went off duty.

Joe just grinned down at her flustered face, knowing that her strict bondage prevented her from moving away from him any more than a few inches in either direction. Her naked, operative-fit body was all his to enjoy, and he took his time looking her over in the soft glow of the morning light, presented and stretched out as she was on the bed in all her sexy, helpless glory.

While he licked the lingering taste of their kiss from his lips, he placed a fat finger on her sternum, drawing it down between her perky breasts and over the hard flatness of her belly. There, his finger encountered the edge of the blanket she had slept under, and he flicked it down to her feet, exposing her lower body, which was as bare as his own. The dense bush between her loins was the same color as the hair on her head and just as mussed and untamed. Taking the rough shape of a triangle, that thick patch of fur stood guard over her womanhood, although she had seen fit to shave the nether lips all smooth and shiny. He liked the contrast. It made her cunt look both wild and prim at the same time, which matched Swann’s personality bang on. He toyed with her pubes, finding them soft and springy, their natural curls wanting to wrap around his fingers as he stroked, pinched, and tugged on them.

While he molested her nakedness, he kept looking into her eyes, reveling in the impotent rage, frustration, and embarrassment he saw reflected there. It was as if a constant struggle was taking place within her over whether she should submit to his degrading treatment or fight back against it. Joe already knew what the final answer would be to that question, but that did not mean he could not enjoy watching her suffer the indecision.

He leaned down to take a hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking, biting, and pulling on it with his teeth and lips—not for the sake of her pleasure, but rather for his own, wanting to taste the body that would soon become his property. He licked a circle around the smallish breast and then drew his tongue up along her exposed, clean-shaven armpit, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. He ended up at her neck where he bit into the noose and pulled at it with his teeth to tease her into a response. She kept staring up at the ceiling, pretending not to notice anything he was doing with her, though the strained look on her face told him otherwise.

“I have plans for you today, agent sweaty-pits,” he said. “You and I are going to have some fun over the entire weekend, in fact. I think it’s time you started to learn your place and how to obey me like a proper slave, hmm?”

That finally got a reaction out of her.

“I’m not your slave, Joe. I never will be! We had a deal. I do as you say for one night, and then you return the videos and leave me alone. Or are you not man enough to hold up your end of that deal?” She looked livid now, face reddened, eyes blazing.

Joe smiled. “I like your spirit, tiny-tits, I really do. But don’t test my patience. We both know that this was never going to be a one-night thing. It was fun while it lasted, sure, but that game we played is over, and you lost, brown-eyes, you lost big time! I own you now, and I’m going to take full advantage of that victory. I suggest you learn to conform to the rules I put down for you as soon as possible, or things will start to get much harder for you. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Joe spoke with a hardness to his tone that almost surprised himself. But he needed to reinforce the seriousness of his words at this point.

He looked down at the agent, who still struggled with her harsh bondage. She did not look so tough now, despite how hard she tried to make it look like she was in control. After a long pause, she opened her mouth to speak, and when she did, it was in a much calmer and more composed manner. Though that bitchy undertone was still there.

“OK... I will do as you say. Now let me loose. These cuffs hurt and I really need to use the bathroom.”

“Are you making demands now, cockyhead? I thought you were smarter than that.” He shifted his bulk in the bed so he could raise his hand and then brought it down across her cheek with a resounding slap that seemed to fill the entire bedroom. The blow was hard enough to leave an angry red print on the side of her face.

She coughed once and turned her head back to the center, meeting his firm stare. Although still defiant, there was something else present in her eyes now as well. Resignation? Doubt? Fear? A hint of it at least. No matter, he was going to bring those feelings out in full soon enough. Once she realized the hopelessness of her situation, she would have no choice but to come around and beg to crawl at his feet. Or maybe not. There was a strength in this one he had never encountered before, not even in his dear departed wife. He had to be careful not to underestimate her cunning. Unless, of course, he could put her talents for use in other ways… He gave her another slap to the opposite side of her face, an even harder one to set her straight.

This time she took a little longer to recover, and when she turned her face back to him, he could spot a glistening sheen in those big brown eyes of hers. Oh yes, he was getting to her now.

“I’m... sorry, OK? Please stop hitting me. I’ll do as you say, just... please let me loose.”

That almost sounded like begging. He liked that. Her long brown hair looked messy and tangled, fanning out all over the mattress. He grabbed a bunch of it close to her scalp and tightened his fist until her facial expression showed more pain than defiance. Then he leaned down close to whisper in her ear, “Better, but not good.” While he was down there with his nose buried in her thick hair, he took the opportunity to inhale a lungful of her sweet scent, letting her pheromones travel straight down to his cock, which now lay like a hardwood log against her silken thigh. Its steady precum leakage had already smeared her skin there, leaving a sticky line across the smooth tan flesh as if to signal what was to come.

“I’m… sorry, sir.” She pushed the words out through gritted teeth, but there was a clear note of sincerity concealed amid the sarcasm. Perhaps more than she was aware of.

“Mhm…” He kept nuzzling at her neck, not too impressed with that apology. She had to do better if she was going to get off the hook.

“Sir... may I… offer you a blowjob?”

Joe stopped his sloppy nuzzling and pulled back an inch or two from her neck. Now, that was a surprise. Hearing the prim and proper agent talk dirty like that without any prompting was sexy as hell. But had she really meant it? Probably not. Though why should he care, one way or the other? If she offered to take his cock in her mouth, that was all he needed to hear. The twinge coming from between his legs told him his manhood agreed.

“Hmm? What kind?” he huffed into her ear, wanting to press for more details while trying to appear unaffected by her hot suggestion. The sound of that high-class voice being used for plain smuttiness had really turned him on.

“The... uh, slow and messy kind?” she said. Then after a short pause she continued in a more sensual voice, “I could suck you off right here in bed using only my mouth. I’ll lick your balls too. I know a trick or two that I think you’d like. And I’ll swallow your cum, of course, every drop of it.”

Although he loved what he was hearing, it was impossible even for his lust-distorted mind not to see that she was laying it on a bit thick. Clearly, she was trying her best to seduce him, and to get him to untie her so she could deliver on that slutty offer. He sighed. She still had so much more to learn.

He pulled back, reached over to the nightstand by the side of the bed, and picked up the keys to the cuffs. Shuffling back across the bed, he lifted himself over her, straddling her prone form so he could sit down across her belly, knees clamped about her flanks, his hard cock resting between her breasts. He spotted a flicker of revulsion in her eyes that was gone in the next moment, replaced by a faint smile that she put on there for show. As he reached for her hands, he could almost see the elation surge through her chest at the prospect of being set free from those painful bonds. He went so far as to insert the key in the hole, but just before he was about to turn it, he glanced down at her hopeful face.

“Now what was it you said again? You’d use only your mouth, right? So, in that case you don’t really need your hands.” He pulled the key from the still unlocked cuffs and tossed it over his shoulder, smiling as it clinked onto the floor behind him. Chuckling at the look of disappointment in the agent’s eyes, he scooted forward a bit so that his plum-sized glans came to rest on top of her sealed lips, smothering that angry expression with the uncontested power of male cock. He shifted his hips side to side so that the gunk stuffed under his foreskin defiled those prim lips, with a good amount of it ending up smeared around her nostrils as well.

“Now take a deep breath, slave, and get a good whiff of your master.”

For once, she did as ordered. He could feel the gentle breeze around his sensitive cockhead as her tiny nostrils sucked in a lungful of air and his distinguished personal scent along with it. Her breath felt warmer coming out of her the other way, and then cooler again as she repeated the cycle once more.

“Yeah, you feel that? Whenever you sense that smell, you know your master is near, and that you’d better be on your best behavior.”

She didn’t look convinced. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulled her head up and toward him so that her lips lay pressed against his cock, and the moment he felt those soft pillows part, he shoved himself in between them.

It could not have been a very comfortable position for her, what with that noose digging into her throat while a big, filthy cock filled up her oral cavity, but who was he to care? Joe had never been much of a gentleman, and he wasn’t about to become one now. Not when he was on the brink of cashing in on that lurid promise of a law enforcer’s best blowjob. Besides, he rather liked the sound of a gagging woman, helpless and vulnerable beneath him, dedicated to serving his needs. It was the proper order of things, the natural balance of the universe.

“Use that tongue! I want to feel it touch every part of my cock,” he instructed. Now that she held the tip of his rod within her mouth, he could shift his grip to a double-handed hold on her head, twisting his thumbs around her ears to trap them in a tight pinch and better control her movements.

“And look at me while you suck it. Always make eye contact with a man when you service his cock. I want to see in those big browns just how much you enjoy slaving for a man’s pleasure.”

She turned her eyes all the way up and managed to cross his, just at the edge of his overhanging belly. Those large orbs were tired and bloodshot from a sleepless night and glistening with unshed tears. Contrary to his words, she did not look at all as if she enjoyed what she was doing.

Joe sank both of his hands deep into her thick hair and used the grip to guide her head just the way he wanted back and forth along his hard cock. True to her word, she sucked him with a gentle grip, using plenty of tongue so that her spit kept dripping down the length of his shaft and onto her own chin and neck, making a naughty, sloppy mess of them both.

Each time he pulled her head away, she got a chance to breathe a little bit of musk-tainted air, though he made sure she had to work hard for it, forcing her to lift his overweight mass with her chest muscles, sucking in the air around his shaft and through her constricted windpipe in desperate gasps. Each painful gulp came with a noise that would have been more befitting to a beaten sow than a proud FBI agent.

More or less sitting on her chest now, Joe could feel her hard nipples tickle his hairy bottom as he humped his fat waist back and forth. It was a pleasant feeling, though he could have wished for more padding. That reminded him of something he had been about to tell his bitch for some time, and now seemed as good a time as ever to bring it up.

“We’re going to have to do something about those mosquito bites of yours. If you’re going to be mine, you’ll need bigger tits. Much bigger. Luckily, I know a surgeon who can fix them up for you. As a matter of fact, I’ve already booked you an appointment next Thursday. If you’re not free then, I suggest you clear out your schedule and get your ass to his office on time.”

It was hard to read the expression on her face, hidden as it was by his large cock, but the look in her eyes said it all. She was not happy with that order. Not happy at all. Oh well, that was her problem, not his.

A muffled, “Mffllghh...” was all the protest he got before he choked her to silence with a hard forward thrust of his hips.

He resisted the temptation to shove himself all the way down her throat and instead let her please him at her own pace to make her demonstrate her obedience. She was quite good at it, despite the unfavorable instructions she had just been given, and too soon he felt ready to blow. The feeling of power he held over her was quite the aphrodisiac and fueled his libido to intense levels.

“I’m gonna give you your breakfast now, and then you’ll get started on mine, slave,” he grunted right before expelling a massive load of thick sperm right into her mouth.

He looked down into her face as he came, never breaking eye contact with her as she just took spurt after spurt into that haughty mouth, swallowing every ounce of his seed without spilling as much as a drop past the tight seal of her lips, again just like she had promised to do.

He had to admit he was impressed. If she had wanted to make amends for her earlier cattiness, she was well on her way there. That blowjob had been very satisfactory. Not that he would ever tell her that, of course.

He wiped his cock tip on her chin before getting off her and then he leaned down to pick up the cuff keys from the floor beside the bed. This time he did open up the shackles to let her stiff arms fall free. She didn’t say anything but kept giving him that scornful stare as she rubbed her wrists. Reaching over to untie her feet, he pushed her off the bed and down onto the floor beside it.

“Alright, sleeping beauty. Enough rest for you. Up you go! I’m hungry. I don’t feel like getting out of bed just yet, so I expect a breakfast worthy of a King to be served to me here in about fifteen minutes. Go on, you lazy cow!” He clapped his hands like some spoiled Maharajah and slapped her butt to get her going. This was a life he could get used to.

“And don’t forget your heels. Put them back on. Other than those, I want you naked, for now. I’ll get you some other stuff to wear later, don’t you worry... something that’ll fit your proper stature real well…”

* * *

Natalie could not form words vehement enough to express what she thought about Joe’s recent demands. Not only had he changed their deal, but he had ripped it apart and thrown the whole binder in the fire. He seemed to think he could do whatever he wanted, treat her however he wished, and that she would just submit and take it. And the worst part of it was that he was right.

The upper floor of her duplex apartment connected to the lower via an elaborate black metal spiral staircase, which was the only way to access the bedroom. She went down it on wobbly legs, being careful where she put her high-heel-encased feet. Every step strained tendons and calves still sore from yesterday’s lewd dancing and long hours of walking in those same torturous heels. Why she had ever bought those shoes was beyond her, though she certainly regretted it now. If she never had to wear those things again after this was over, it would be too soon.

The truth of the matter was that she was well and truly caught in Joe’s blackmail trap. No matter how she looked at her problem, she could not find a discernible way out of it. There was no point denying that he could indeed make her do almost anything at this point. She just did not have the leverage or means with which to fight back. However, that did not mean she had to just lay down and take it. She could still resist to some degree, and resist him she would, until her dying breath. He could count on that!

Pausing at the foot of the stairs, she surveyed the carnage that was her livingroom. Everywhere, trash lay strewn about the floor; empty food containers, pieces of used clothing, broken glass from smashed bottles and drinking glasses, even a couple of bare CDs shimmering in the morning light. She winced at the sight of her top-grain leather sofa smeared with food, piss, and cum stains. And there, in the middle of the room, lay the broken remains of what had once been her fine coffee table, its parts scattered amid the various refuse on the floor where she had fallen on it last night and crushed the delicate furniture under her weight. The entire room reeked of sex and debauchery. It was a shocking revelation and a sight never before witnessed in her tidy home. It would take ages to clean that up, and she had no illusions anyone but she would be knee-deep in that work later.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Natalie teetered her way toward the kitchen. Walking around naked like this, even in the shelter of her own apartment, was another first for her. Despite living alone, she always wore a towel wrapped around her body when getting out of the shower. You never knew if some nosy neighbor might be watching through the windows or a pair of binoculars. That kind of thinking might be a bit silly, or paranoid even, but it was just the way she had been raised, and it stuck.

She shuddered to think of how people would react if they could see her now. Stark naked except for a pair of sky-high ‘fuck-me’ heels, her hair in wild disarray as if after a night of reckless sex, her skin and face smeared with flaky cum and cock filth in various places. She could not even muster the courage to look at herself in the mirror, not wanting to commit that sight to memory.

Trying to work the taste of cock out of her mouth, she set her mind to the task at hand, retrieved a tray from a cupboard, and opened the fridge to get started on Joe’s breakfast. It was a little-known fact about Special Agent Natalie Swann, but she liked to cook and was quite good at it too. Of course, that was under quite different circumstances than these, but perhaps she could use those skills to put Joe in a good mood and make him go a little easier on her. That thought was far too submissive for her liking, but she swallowed her pride, along with a mouthful of cum-flavored saliva, and did what had to be done. For now.

In short order, she made a generous stack of pancakes and heated up some homebaked scones in the oven. The pancakes ended up looking delicious, even though, in a fit of defiance, she had made sure to spit some of her cum-laced saliva into the batter. Bending over or leaning forward proved difficult with the almost painful discomfort of a near-bursting bladder reminding her of its need at every step, but she bore down and focused on her work, telling herself it was just temporary.

Nothing stopped her from going to the bathroom and relieving herself of that particular burden, except that Joe might hear her flush, or find out by some other means that she had disobeyed his orders. She was supposed to play the role of his slave after all—for a limited time—and slaves did not care for their own needs. Memories of wicked games she had played back in college floated unbidden to the surface of her mind, and she pushed them back hard before they could take form. That stuff has nothing to do with what I’m going through now. It’s completely different!

She took a breath. It galled her proud spirit to admit it, but she was actually afraid to find out what would happen if she failed to perform to Joe’s expectations. That sensation was unfamiliar territory to her, and shook her to the core. Such a weakness had to be dealt with and be purged from her system. But first things first. As soon as she got the fat slug out of her home, she could begin working on a plan to escape his foul clutches.

If only she could expose his weakness... then maybe she could find a way to exploit it to her advantage. The problem was that Joe did not fit any profiling that she had ever read about. He was not a serial killer, a psychopath, or a rapist. Nor did he fit the norm of the abusive husband, greedy mob boss, or white supremacist. Joe was a patchwork of all those men combined and yet like none of them. In that sense he was quite unique and in a league of his own. A few months ago, her inner detective would have been elated at meeting a man such as him to study and present to the world. Such a remarkable find would have skyrocketed her career and brought honor to her family name. Her father would have been so proud of her. Instead, she had been entrenched right within that enigmatic man’s schemes, drawn into his web of seduction like a sweet, juicy summer fly. Now, all she could do was quiver and wait within those sticky strands to have her life sucked out of her. And then the empty husk of the ambitious, self-confident woman she had once been would be thrown away like so much garbage...

No! She could not, would not, let it end that way. She did not have many friends at the office, or outside of it for that matter, being the reserved, icy workaholic that she was known for. But there had to be someone she could turn to for help. Yet who could she trust with a secret as dark and sinister as this? It had to be someone very close to her, someone who knew how to keep quiet, someone with the means to work this situation out without involving the authorities. There was Kayla, of course, whom she had planned to meet with this weekend, but although that girl was strong and trustworthy, and a good cop to boot, she was much too noble and self-righteous for this kind of sordid business. Jade then, perhaps? No, that big jarhead was too fickle to entrust with something this sensitive and personal. In all likelihood, her knuckle-headed way of dealing with trouble would just make things worse. But what was it that Joe had said last night about the DEA agent... Oh yes, he had wanted Natalie to dig up some dirt on the Piranha and help him get back at her for all the pain she had caused him and his criminal friends. Maybe that was her way out of this? Sell a colleague out to save her own skin? No matter how much she loathed that blonde bitch, could she really bring herself to toss a fellow agent to the wolves? It was a very selfish thought, and though it made her blush with shame, for a moment she actually considered doing just that. It might be her best and only option at this point.

She made a plate with fruit and cheese, along with a few slices of bread, and placed a large cup of syrup beside it to go with the pancakes. Since she didn’t know if he preferred coffee or tea she made both and placed the two separate pots on the tray, which was starting to look pretty crowded by now. It would be tricky carrying that thing up the winding stairs while trying to balance on her spiky heels. Her empty stomach growled at her, but she ignored it. Even though her body sent out signals of hunger, she had lost much of her appetite after the sickening drink she had been forced to imbibe last night. Just thinking about it made her want to run to the toilet and chuck up. She still tried to eat one pancake, but couldn’t get it down. She was just too upset and nauseous to swallow any food. The best she could do was sneak an apple slice between her lips to help take some of the bad taste out of her mouth, but even that made her feel queasy.

Against her better judgment, all this talk of master and slave was starting to get to her. Was there still some lingering part of her that got off on this treatment? No, that could not be. Sure, some of this may have been part of her secret fantasies at some point in her life, but she hated being ordered around like this, and in her own home, no less! But most of all, she hated that fat bastard and his sick ways. And what the hell was all that nonsense about getting her tits done? Was he serious about that? Pushing her around like this was one thing, but having her make permanent alterations to her body was on a whole different level of abuse. There was no way in hell she would ever consent to anything like that!

Putting the finishing touches on the five-star-hotel-worthy breakfast, she picked up the stacked tray and held the heavy thing close to her body as she started to walk back to the stairway. An icy chill went up her spine as she realized she must have taken far more than her allotted fifteen minutes to prepare this meal. Oh well, it was too late now. If the bastard wanted this fine a service from her, the least he could do was wait for it a bit.

Mouth-watering aromas of hot coffee, fresh-baked scones, and other delicacies wafted up in her face as she placed one careful step in front of the other. Again, it was hard having the wonderful smells taunt her empty belly, knowing she would not get to taste any of it herself. If she got to put anything in her stomach today, it would likely be more filth of some kind. Just thinking about that unpleasant option made her belly churn in worried anticipation.

She found Joe the way she had left him, his fat bulk outstretched on her bed like he owned it. He had kicked the covers off and lay there naked in all his flabby, hairy, whale-like glory. He must have turned down the AC too, because the air was much warmer now, stuffy and humid. She wanted to open a window to get his stink out but did not dare even ask for such a privilege.

“Took your sweet time, titty-maid!” Joe complained. “Now put that down and get over here.”

Remembering her self-made vow to play along for now and try to stroke his ego, Natalie acted the good maid, placing the tray onto the bed in obedient silence, being careful not to spill any of its contents on her expensive sheets. What else could she do to mitigate the situation? Clearly, they had gotten off to a bad start, and she had made things worse with her attitude. Despite her need to assert herself and show some backbone, the last thing she wanted was a weekend filled with more punishment and strife. She’d had enough of those. At this point, she just wanted him gone, and out of her home. And the fastest way to do that was to give him what he wanted, or so she hoped.

She looked at the flaccid cock flopping down between his fat legs. It was an ugly thing; pale and knobbly, covered in thick veins that ran the length of its massive shaft. The plum-colored head lay half-concealed within its wrinkled hood of oily foreskin, its repulsive slit still leaking slimy threads of cum. Still, she knew what she had to do.

Kneeling down by the side of the bed, she forced a smile onto her face as she leaned over his groin and grabbed the large slug of a cock leaking sticky gunk all over her sheets and took it in her mouth, her tongue circling around the slimy head and digging in under the loose foreskin to clean out any remaining scum. She kept a constant eye contact with Joe while she worked, and made sure to make the occasional feminine moan as if she enjoyed what she was doing and did not at all feel like puking up whatever sperm-laced bile was still in her stomach.

Trying to make amends for her bitchy morning temper was harder than she thought, especially with that pain-stabbing bladder ready to burst at any second and the constant need to shift her aching feet on those infernal heels, not to mention the shame of having to perform these degrading acts in her own home—discomforts that she now had to ignore for the sake of her ‘master’.

When he was hard, she sank her head lower, taking more of him into her mouth until she felt the large head pop into her throat. Placing her hands behind her back in a submissive gesture, she began to throat-fuck herself on his rod, never taking her eyes off his as she pleased him at her own expense. The distinct ‘gluck-gluck-gluck’ sounds that she produced made her wince inside. Though it went a bit easier when she could control the movements herself, the deep-throating was perhaps even more humiliating this way. She began to wonder if this had been such a good idea after all, when suddenly he shot his cum deep in her throat, making her gag on it and spurt it out of her nostrils. Surprised, she pulled back to catch her breath, causing his cock to slip out of her mouth and flop back down in a crooked arc over his leg, still oozing whitish slime. With twin strands of sticky semen dangling from her nose and over her lips and chin, her embarrassment became too intense and she had to break eye contact with him for the first time since making it. Still, she kept up appearances and soon turned back to him with a smile, even going so far as to lick her lips in a sensuous manner, catching the stray sperm on her tongue and bringing it into her mouth so she could eat it all while he watched.

“Oh yeah, that’s a good little slut agent. Swallow it all. You know that’s what I like to see,” he commended, which both repulsed and pleased her to hear. She hoped it meant her strategy was working and that he would tire of her and just leave her alone. Of course, her hopes were shattered when she heard his next command.

“Now for the second part of your breakfast,” Joe said. “And you’d better not spill a drop of this one either.” He slithered his bulk across the mattress like some giant slug until he came to sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at what Natalie hoped was a projected, eager expression on her face, but what felt like the exact opposite. Her stomach grumbled in a visceral response to what it knew was coming. Still, she leaned forward like the good slut servant she was determined to impersonate and opened her mouth wide, letting him place the tip of his limp penis on her tongue.

* * *

Joe relaxed and felt his morning piss start to leave his body and enter Natalie’s. There was nothing quite like dumping your body waste into a beautiful young woman, in particular when that woman was a ranked officer of the law. She was a good piss drinker too, he had to admit. Worthy of a badge of its own. Perhaps he’d make her one later to show off her lesser-known skills to the world… It was nice not having to get out of bed to take a piss, instead having that need seen to by a loving female mouth. Mmmm, too bad it was over so soon. With her last swallow, he pulled his spent cockhead back from the gentle grip of her lips and smeared it all over her face, painting her pretty features with a mix of cock slime and urine.

“Please, sir, I too need to use the bathroom,” she said in hushed tones far more pleasant to the ear than her normal catty voice. Still, he would have none of it. It was obvious from the moment she entered the room that the clever agent was up to something, and he would not let himself be lulled into her game. There was only one master here, and his name was not Special Agent Natalie Swann.

“You’d better hold it in then, toilet slut. If a single drop of piss comes out of that cunt before I say so, you’re going to be very sorry!”

“But...I...”

His hand flew out and grabbed her by the throat, squeezing it hard enough to cut off anything else she was about to say.

“Now go and stand over there in the corner and wait like a good bitch should: in silence. I’m going to have a look at this breakfast you brought me. For your sake, I hope it’s edible. And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you being late in delivering it. You’ll get punished for that too.”

With that, he turned to the steaming tray of goodies and rubbed his hands together, feeling his gut rumble. Now relieved of two of his bodily needs—sex and pissing—it was time to see to the third; his ravenous appetite for food. And judging by the looks and the smells of it, this was going to be a fine meal indeed.

Natalie made a sound in her throat, opened her mouth, and then closed it again. She looked torn between obeying his command and wanting to speak. He decided to give her a bit of leeway this once.

“You look fucking stupid standing there with your mouth open, slave. Did you have something to say?”

“Uh, yes, sir. About those things you said before... a-about my breasts. I... don’t want to do that.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. Agent, you have a lot to learn, don’t you? It’s not about what you want any more. From now on, you’ll do as you’re told, with a smile on your face and a spring in your step. Whatever I say goes. Whether you like it or not is irrelevant. Get that fact into your pretty little law-abiding head. All your life you’ve been so good at following rules and regulations, always doing what you’ve been told. Well, my word is your law now. You’d better start respecting that, or I might have to take further actions to make sure you do.”

Of course, he had no idea if what he’d just said about her was true, though the look of shocked despair on her face told him at least part of it might be. It was clear she wanted to lash out at him in outrage at the injustice of it all, but wisely held such sentiments back, knowing it would only make things worse for herself.

Ah, these hot scones were marvelous! He stuffed his maw with another helping, feeling melted butter run down his chin as he watched the tortured agent try to sort out her feelings. This was indeed turning out to be a glorious morning!

* * *

Natalie decided that now was the time to make her confession and present her plea in order to sort this mess out once and for all.

“Joe, I have to ask you; I don’t want to do any of this, OK? I’m not the kind of slut you are looking for. I know I made some mistakes coming over to your place that night, and I regret it now. I should never have come. I made a fool of myself, and I said some embarrassing things, but I want you to know that the woman you saw that night was not the real me. I’m sorry, for everything.”

She made her voice sound as serious as possible, keeping her eyes large and focused as she tried to appeal to his better nature, if there was indeed even a scrap of such a thing left within his fat body.

Joe just looked at her for a moment as if she’d gone crazy, and then he picked up one of her thick, white pillows and threw it on the floor next to her. It was one of the big, fluffy ones she loved nuzzling against at night.

“Here, if you want to go so badly, you can piss on that,” he offered, as if she hadn’t said a thing of value.

Natalie stared at the pillow, her face twisted in a grimace of pure disgust. He must be joking! One look at his face told her he was not. As for the total dismissal of her plea, it was no more than she had expected, really. She couldn’t say she was surprised about his lack of honor, but he could at least have shown her some human decency and given her some sort of response! Well, at least she had tried the honorable way. Now she knew that was never going to work. But there were still other ways she could get out of this mess... if she was willing to get her hands dirty to do it. Of course, right now she had other, more immediate concerns.

“I’m not going to piss on my pillow, Joe. You can forget about that. Just let me go to the bathroom, please! I really, really need to go.” She hated how whiny her voice sounded, but she was running out of options here. Joe, however, remained adamant.

“Either you piss on that, or you hold it in. Your choice. I have to say it would be amusing to watch you squirm for the rest of the day. I wonder how long you could hold it in before having an accident. Who knows when and where that would happen?”

He was right. If she didn’t go soon, very soon, she would indeed have an accident, and she had the feeling that wherever that may happen, it would be someplace far worse than on her bedroom floor. So with a blank face, or as blank as she could make it, she squatted over the expensive white pillow case on which her head had rested so many nights, and let go of her overfilled bladder.

It came out of her in a heavy rush, the broad stream hitting the large pillow dead center, soaking into its soft material and turning the pristine white into a sick yellow color in mere moments. She tried not to look at it, but wanted to make sure she did not spill any on the carpet if she could avoid it. If the pillow absorbed all of her urine, she could throw it away later and avoid making a bigger mess.

As the final drops fell from her nether lips, she realized this was the first time she had ever peed in front of anybody. Somehow that had never occurred in her life before. And now, among all the other favors she had given him, Joe Carter had been privy to that virgin show too, without him even knowing it. Though it shouldn’t have been a big deal, it still felt like another intimate part of her had been violated by the large redneck asshole.