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Cobra Crew: Freeing Escobar Ch. 01

By: hawaiisun



Hello Literotica world! This is my first story and I hope it's the first of many to come. Enjoy the read and let me know your thoughts! My sincere thanks to Sexandthecity77 for her edits on all six parts.

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 

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The Friday afternoon began like many others for the two Knox County Sheriff's deputies. Rachel McNamara and Sofia Cortez reported in at their station and went over the daily briefings together. Aside from the odd break-ins and wild animal sighting, there weren't much excitement in their large but sparsely-populated county. The women changed into their dark navy blue uniforms, put on their equipment, and drove out in the force's full-size SUV. 

Twenty-seven-year-old Rachel McNamara is a five-year veteran on the force, easily making her the more experienced of the two. The cool strawberry blonde walked around with an air of authority, confident in her above-average height and athletic build. She was an avid runner and very proud of her fit form.

Sofia Cortez, on the other hand, graduated from the academy just six months ago. She was hired by the quiet county as a community liaison officer, but since the detachment had a total of eight full-time deputies, Sofia was asked to perform more patrol duties. The petite Latino was only twenty-two, and outside of uniform, she was often mistaken as a college student. Her male colleagues were drawn to her large, dark-brown eyes and light complexion, and the way she filled her size small uniform. Her shy but eager-to-please attitude was a good contrast to Rachel's take-charge nature, and the pair got along great together.

The two policewomen made their quick round through town, making their usual stop at the local Starbucks, picking up their tall lattes and secretly enjoying the attention that two attractive ladies in uniform typically brought. This afternoon, however, they didn't realize they were receiving extra attention from a well-dressed man, who stayed hidden behind the wheels of his passenger van.

"They are leaving now. See you soon." He typed on his tablet and tapped 'Send' as soon as the deputies drove off. Ten minutes later, the man was driving the van along the stretch of road leading out of the town.

Five miles away, the two deputies pulled off of the road and on to a soft shoulder. Rachel skillfully piloted the behemoth Chevrolet Tahoe out of sight, coming to a stop behind a group of tall bushes and rocks. This was by far their favourite speed trap location: they were completely unseen from both directions, and the speed limit here had just dipped to 30mph.

As the sun was setting on the quiet road, the two female deputies fell into their routine -- Rachel began to setup the radar gun on the driver's side, while Sofia performed calibrations on the laptop. Both were so engrossed in their work, they failed to notice two figures approaching their vehicle from the rear.

It was the younger deputy who first sensed activity out of the corner of her eye. Sofia turned to the side rearview mirror, where she was met by a figure holding a silver-chromed .40 semi-automatic in her gloved hands -- with the hard steel barrel tapping on the side of her cheeks.

The assailant smiled behind her mask and put a finger to her lips. The shocked policewoman could not make a sound even if she wanted to -- her jaw hung open, frozen like the rest of her body.

At the same moment, a second assailant slid her Mossberg 590 shotgun forward until the barrel rested against the side of Rachel's skull, just behind her left ear.

"Don't make a move, deputies. You are surrounded." Came a stern female voice, from the one with the shotgun.

"Sofia...?" Rachel uttered softly while remaining motionless.

"I-- uh" The Latino started to speak, before the semi-automatic was jabbed more forcefully against her cheeks.

"Shut up, bitch, or that was the last sound coming from you." The youthful, higher-pitched voice demanded, revealing both assailants to be female.

"Deputies, you will not be harmed if you follow the instructions you are given. However, if you resist in any way, we will NOT hesitate to hurt and kill you. Nod if you understand." 

Both officers nodded glumly.

"Good. Both of you, put your fucking hands on your head. Nice and slow."

Sofia turned to her partner for guidance. With little choice, Rachel let out a deep breath before raising her hands to the top of her head. The Latino deputy followed suit.

"Don't move...at all!"

Both doors of the SUV were opened, and the assailants stepped into view for the first time. Even in the fading glow of the sunset the deputies saw two slim figures, their faces hidden behind ski masks. The one with the shotgun, clearly the leader, was taller and appeared slightly older than her counterpart. Both were calm and serious, with the deadly weapons held steady in their hands.

What set them apart was their appearance and fashion preferences. Camilla Green was in her late-twenties but already served in combat missions overseas before leaving the military. Her preference for army wear was evident: she was dressed in a black, tight tank top, flashing her smooth, toned arms, and showing just enough cleavage from her sizable bosom. She also wore a shoulder holster with a compact pistol, with a tactical knife strapped to her hip. Her dark camouflage slacks completed her commando appearance.

In contrast, her companion looked as though she was ready for a tennis match -- if not for the black mask and the large handgun. Valerie Reiter was seven years younger than Camilla and acted her age; she loved trying on different outfits. Tonight she was dressed in a snug, steel-gray tennis skirt with neon-pink stripes. She had a matching sport jacket on, but it did not conceal the mesmerizing view of her mounds being squeezed together, just above the low necklines. The one-piece skirt barely came down to her thighs, generously showing off her shapely rump and slender legs. The overtly sexy attire, combined with the smiling cherry lips, made it all the more ominous for the two bewildered officers.

"Don't move a fucking muscle, or I'll blow your fucking head off." The young woman hissed at Sofia, before deftly relieving the deputy of her standard-issue Glock 22. 

"Now get the fuck out of the car!" Came the next order, but the deputy just sat there, terrified.

"Wait," Deputy McNamara protested, but the loud pump-action of a shotgun shell being loaded into the chamber quickly dissuaded her from further action.

"If you want to live through this, I suggest you follow our instructions, Deputy McNamara and Deputy Cortez."

"How do you know our...?"

"We know a hell of a lot more, like your membership at the Marathon Fitness Club, or that Deputy Cortez is living in town at 22 Summer Drive." The woman smiled, as she watched the shocked expressions on the deputies' faces at their personal details. "Now, for the last time, get out of the car."

Rachel nodded to a shaking Sofia, "Do what they say. It will be okay."

As soon as her feet hit the ground, the younger deputy was taken with an arm wrapped around her neck, and the semi-automatic was pressed against her temple. 

"Move it, bitch!" Showing no fear of the inexperienced cop, the younger assailant coerced her hostage to the other side of the vehicle.

"Your turn, Deputy McNamara. Nice and easy."

Rachel swung her legs aside and hopped out. With a hard shove, she was pressed against the police vehicle. The strawberry blonde watched helplessly as her service pistol was snatched from its holster, along with her handcuffs.

"Hands behind your back. Do it!"

In a flash, the veteran deputy was secured with her own handcuffs. Suddenly, the distinct sound of tires tracking on dirt filled the air. They all turned and saw a vehicle, with its headlights turned off, rumbling towards their position.

"Get help!! They are armed!!" Rachel instinctively cried out, but was held in place by her assailant. A passenger van screeched to a stop behind the group. A tall, masked man jumped out; as he stepped closer, they could see he was carrying a shortened MP5 sub-machine gun in his hand.

"A little late, Romeo." The leader mused.

"Sorry, hit all the red lights." The man known as 'Romeo' replied gruffly. Ryan Quinn was a few years removed from being a middling linebacker on the college football team. His sports career came to an end when he was cut from the team and dropped out of school shortly after. 

He still looked the part of a pro athlete, however. The stylish maroon-coloured tie under his charcoal business suit masked his size somewhat, but his imposing physique was still evident in his 6-foot-3, 245 pounds frame. He glared down at the two deputies, whose hopes of being rescued were now thoroughly dashed.

"The roads clear?"

"Nice and quiet. We okay here?" Flashlight in hand, the newcomer passed the beam deliberately over the two policewomen. He nodded approvingly at the situation, especially at the young Latino deputy trembling in the arms of her sexy captor.

"Our deputies were behaving until you showed up." Without warning, the shotgun handle landed with considerable force to the back of Rachel's head. The deputy almost blacked out from the blow, but managed to stay on her feet and slumped against the police vehicle. 

The veteran officer looked up just in time to see the other assailant land a solid elbow to the side of Sofia's head. The young cop cried out in pain, but the gloved hand immediately clamped over her mouth.

"Just so that we are perfectly clear, deputies, when one is non-compliant, both will suffer." With emphasis, the lead assailant grabbed a fistful of Rachel's hair and tugged hard. "You keep that in mind, Deputy McNamara."

"We could start with her, Cobra." He suggested to the leader, who nodded in agreement. 

"Good idea. Romeo, grab this bitch." She pointed to Rachel. "Vixen, check their car and take the useful stuff. I got Deputy Cortez."

They marched the two deputies towards the van, and forced them both into the rear. All the seats have been folded away, creating a spacious cargo area. The policewomen never detected the pint-sized video cameras setup in the van, nor noticed 'Cobra' activating the recording from her smartphone.

"Hands on your head, deputy." Sofia found herself seated on the carpeted floor, with her wrists handcuffed to a metal bar high above her head. Satisfied, the masked assailant gently patted her cheeks and whispered, "Watch and learn. You're next." 

'Vixen' rejoined the group quickly, holding a Remington shotgun liberated from the police vehicle. With expertise, she ejected the shells from the shotgun and placed it aside. In her other hand was a backpack with the two deputies' cell phones and wallets, the police radio, some plastic ties and leg irons.

The gang turned their attention to the strawberry blond, whose heart pounded like a hammer when the man draped his huge forearm around her neck, then flicked open a sharp switchblade an inch from her face. She gasped for air when he tightened his grip.

"Relax, or else."

"Wh-what do you want?" Rachel whizzed through her shortened breaths, as she was being lowered into a sitting position. 

"That's an excellent question, Deputy McNamara." 'Cobra' crouched in front of the officer and studied her face for a while, before leaning in close... and kissed her deeply on her lips. The strawberry blonde twitched in surprise and repulsion, but instantly felt the blade on her cheek and froze. The forced kiss continued until the woman broke it off.

"We are taking the uniforms from you two bitches, and you will be our... special guests, yes, until we are done with our business. Does that help?"

"O-our uniforms? Why?"

"Isn't that obvious? You are going to be a perfect fit for me. Now, don't make any trouble..."

Virtually immobile, Rachel could not believe her predicament as fingers danced to the buttons on her uniform shirt and undid them one by one. To make matter worse, the younger female assailant appeared with a professional-looking camera and began to snap away.

"Oh, very nice, deputy. 34Cs?" 'Cobra' commented as she peeled her shirt back. "Why don't we find out..." 

Taking the grey cotton tank by the hem, she sliced the thin material right through with her own knife, and tore the ruined top from Rachel. Her flat stomach and perfect skin weren't able to draw their attention away from her heaving tits. To everyone's surprise, her large, firm breasts were encased in a low-cut bra with lace and pink floral patterns.

"Well, what a pleasant surprise. Is Victoria's Secret part of the dress code?" 

"Damn." 'Romeo' mouthed, but held fast his grip on Rachel.

More close-up pictures of the half-dressed policewoman later, they proceeded to remove her equipment belt. Climbing on her lap, the woman eagerly loosened Rachel's pants. With some help from the others, they dragged the trousers down to her ankles. The unveiling of Rachel's matching pair of lacey pink panties and her perfect legs elicited more excitement for the crew.

Finally, her shoes were removed and the humiliated deputy was forced to her knees. Dressed only in her police cap, underwear and white socks, they undid her handcuffs only to pull her shirt off completely. She was forced to bend backwards, where her wrists were cuffed behind her again, this time to a metal catch in the floor of the van. Her ankles were given similar treatment with the leg irons. 

"You won't get away with this." Deputy McNamara protested with anger, though it came out lacking any confidence.

"Really? You two are on patrol, for oh, another five hours, and you never report in unless there's trouble. We have been watching you. No one will even know you are missing, deputy."

"How do you know so much about us?" She exclaimed in frustration. "What are you going to do with us?"

"We could do a number of things with you. Slitting your throat open is an option." 'Cobra' snapped, gesturing with her knife inches from the deputy's chin. She allowed that thought to sink in for a moment, before unleashing a backhand across the unsuspecting cop's cheeks. Rachel groaned and doubled over in pain.

"Fact is, bitch, we will do whatever we want with you. And right now, we've had enough of your chatter. Vixen?"

The young female assailant gleefully skipped over and stood over the strawberry blond. Smiling seductively, she lifted her skimpy tennis skirt to reveal a butterfly knife strapped to her thigh -- and flashed her skimpy, shiny violet-coloured panties. Her fingers traced the lace trimmings downward until they came between her legs, and she took a moment to caress herself in front of the outraged cop. 

"Ready, police bitch? Open your fucking mouth!" She ordered abruptly as she rolled down her underwear and balled them up. Her hulky companion assisted, and his iron grip on the deputy's cheeks meant the warm, damp piece of fabric filled her mouth with ease. The policewoman retched at the salty taste, but the gag was sealed in after two pieces of duct tape were applied over her face.

All this time, the younger deputy watched the unfolding events with horror. Cops were not supposed to be held up at gunpoint, forced to strip, and... who knew what else her captors had in mind. When they forced the pair of panties into Rachel's mouth, Sofia decided cooperation was the way to go. The dark-haired beauty cared for her partner, but she was neither stupid nor bold enough to defy three heavily armed, professional criminals.

So when the trio turned their attention to Sofia, she swallowed and put forth her best servile face.

"Your turn, bitch. You gonna make this difficult?" 

The younger deputy countered promptly with a curt shake of her head.

"Good girl. Why don't you strip for us then?" The lead assailant proposed with a mischievous smile. 

"I--" Taken back, the deputy couldn't help but eye the camera and wonder about the consequences.

"Do it." She barked, settling the decision. 

'Vixen' chimed in cheerfully: "Don't worry, we'll keep a gun to your head so everyone will know you were forced."

Sofia was released from her handcuffs, but the man covered her with his sub-machinegun. As they all watched intently, the young officer nervously unbuttoned her uniform shirt, shrugged it off of her shoulders and handed it to the woman. Her perfectly-sized breasts hid behind a simple olive-coloured sports bra, but her appeal was augmented by her trim body and flawless skin.

The small canister of pepper spray was within reach as Sofia worked to remove her belt, but the firm tap of the MP5 on her head reminded her who was in charge. She wiggled her trousers down, revealing a pair of black knickers underneath. She wisely remained still and placed her hands above her head.

"Very good, deputy." 'Cobra' commended, after her accomplice finally put down her camera. She glanced at her watch, pleased to see that they were well ahead of schedule. It was time to reward her crew.

"We have 75 minutes. Well done, team. Why don't you two go ahead and relax a bit."

Both deputies interpreted the disturbing signs correctly when the gang all stared at them. 'Vixen' slipped off her jacket and gloves, sauntered over to the young deputy, and caressed her girlish face. 

"You're damn fuckin' cute... for a cop. Your partner's tits are impressive, but you're a real sweet babe." She whispered fiendishly into the ear of the cowering deputy. "I've been thinkin' all day about sticking a gun in your face, tying you up, stripping you out of that hot little uniform of yours... and it's gotten me really, really hot... and wet. So you better be a really good girl now..."

"Uh-- mmpph" Sofia opened her mouth to protest when the assailant's hands settled on her breasts, only to be met full-on by her invading cherry lips. Powerless, Sofia allowed her mouth to be invaded by her tongue. 

The feisty young woman pinned the unwilling cop down with her body and began to squeeze her round tits through her bra. She broke the deep kiss to slap the distressed Latino cop and to tug at her sports bra until her left breast was exposed. 

"Fucking gorgeous." She exhaled, then leaned down and took a nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking on it loudly.

"Uh, uh, no, please stop..."

"Keep your hands on your head, bitch!" The sharp rebuke was enough to put Sofia in her place.

Letting go of her breast, 'Vixen' continued to explore the rest of her victim's body, groping her prominent, round ass and even sticking her fingers down the front of her panties. With her free hand, the young woman placed several fingers up insider her own pussy, and worked them in and out until they were coated with her flowing juices.

"Yeah... okay cop, go ahead, have a taste."

"I-uh, I can't, please, I never... I mean, I'm not..."

"I said, taste them. Do it NOW!"

Thoroughly intimated, Sofia stuck out her tongue, and shivered at the salty, piquant taste. Both fingers were soon working in and out of Sofia's mouth. Pleased, the young assailant returned to kissing and licking her face. The cycle went on for minutes, until her moans intensified and her breathes grew shorter.

Eventually, the young assailant jabbed the officer in the forehead with the semi-automatic. 

"On your fucking knees, cop. Now!"

Sofia scurried down to both knees and found herself staring at the front of the tennis skirt. Her captor reached for the back of Sofia's head and untied her tight hair bun, letting the cop's black hair flow down. In a swift motion, she lifted her skirt over her head and tossed it aside. Naked, save for her mask and sneakers, she reclined against a ledge and spread her legs wide apart. Her neatly trimmed pussy was slick with her juices, ready for action.


Cobra Crew: Freeing Escobar Ch. 01



"Listen carefully, cop, you're gonna use that fuckin' mouth of yours, and eat me out, until I cum all over your pretty face. Got it?"

Not waiting for a response, she took a handful of Sofia's hair and reeled her in. Her cries were soon muffled as the eager assailant held her in place and began to grind her soaking cunt all over her face.

"Use your tongue, bitch... Mmm! Yeah, lick it, uhh...."

As the action between 'Vixen' and Sofia unfolded, the leader of the gang took up the duty of capturing the scenes to the digital camera. Along the way, she noticed that 'Romeo' had quietly discarded most of his clothing. His muscle-bound and rugged frame was both intimating and mesmerizing to the majority of his victims. 

Initially, he seemed content to make sure Rachel was a close spectator of her partner's humiliation. But his lusts quickly took over. He settled himself beside their more defiant hostage and started to work on her. Showing an affinity for her lingerie, he tugged down the bra cups but left them trapped beneath her jutting breasts. He toyed with her sensitive nipples, pinching and twisting them roughly until they became rock hard.

"MMmmpph, mmmppphh" Rachel protested in vain. Wordlessly, he slapped the exposed tits until she quieted down.

'Romeo' had her head tilted skyward with a harsh, solid grip on her reddish strands; he enjoyed himself fondling her reddened tits. With no give in the handcuffs and leg shackles, Rachel could only wail behind her gag as the reserved man rained stinging blows on her vulnerable bottom. 

"Don't." He warned her simply when she resisted, repeatedly tipping his switchblade at her neck to calm her down. It did not take too long for the desperate policewoman to feel his growing manhood brushing up against her body. Already on her knees, the strawberry blonde opened her eyes to find his ten-inch cock, its head already glistening with pre-cum, held right in front of her face.

"You know what to do, and what NOT to do." He growled. "If you try anything, I will stab you in the neck, then stab the other bitch. Nod if you understand." A round of painful smacks to her cheeks later, the deputy gave in and nodded her head. The duct tape was crudely ripped off and she spat out the sodden panties.

"Open wide." His face filled with pride as the policewoman struggled to accommodate his cock. He sighed as he pushed as far as he could go, her warm mouth enveloping his throbbing member. He was disciplined and paced himself, withdrawing a few times and slapped the unsuspecting woman's cheeks with his wet cock.

Soon, the vehicle was filled with the sounds of moaning and grunting. Naturally, he came first, exploding, without warning, into the Rachel's mouth.

"Swallow it. Everything."

"Mmmpffff!" Rachel gulped, forced to swallow the streams of hot, thick liquid. Grunting his satisfaction, 'Romeo' pulled out to eject a final trail of sperm across her face.

"Shit." He finally allowed a smile at the disheveled officer. "I have always wanted to face-fuck a cop."

"Ugh. Fuck you!" She replied angrily.

'Romeo' just bellowed a hearty laugh. He proceeded to wipe himself clean, first with her hair, and followed by leaving his semen on her lacey bra.

Meanwhile, the young woman's shrieks were getting sharper, as Sofia's tongue and lips worked frantically. To her hostage's relief, 'Vixen' finally shuddered and squealed at her hard wave of climaxes. More juices gushed out, and Sofia's chin and cheeks were thoroughly covered with a mixture of fluids, including her own saliva.

"Ooohh, ooohh, oh, oh." 'Vixen' sighed, at long last loosening her grip on the flummoxed policewoman. 

They eventually noticed the furious pace of 'clicks' as the army veteran sought to capture the aftermath on the camera. She smiled as she passed out the wet naps for her crew.

"She any good?"

"Yeah, Cobra." The younger assailant replied. "The cop bitch is a natural. I think she's done it before."

They looked at the Latino deputy, who refused to meet their inquisitive glances.

"Good to hear." 'Cobra' nodded, as fantasy snapshots of Sofia working on her own pussy invaded her mind. "Romeo?"

"Could use more enthusiasm." He answered dryly.

"Maybe she'll be in better shape for Round Two." She winked at the strawberry blonde, who responded with the expected indignant reaction. "Get them secured. We'll go over the plans before we head out."

"Yes, boss."



Cobra Crew: Freeing Escobar Ch. 02



This is the second of a six-part story. Be sure to read the first part to see how the deputies ended up in their predicament. Your feedback and ideas are welcomed. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 

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The first part of the Cobra Crew's latest job went off without a hitch. The trio was at the rear of the passenger van, checking out their handiwork. The two duties were in the vehicle, seated on the floor. They were also stripped down to their underwear and tied up together.

Deputy McNamara and Deputy Cortez were put in a forced-embrace position, wrists bound with their own handcuffs, which rested on the other's backside. Their bare legs were also wrapped around each other, since their ankles were shackled to the metal catches on the opposite sides in the van. A further barrier to their freedom was the noose tied around their necks -- one designed to tighten on both ends if they were to pull away from the other.

As such, their upper bodies -- particularly their scantily-covered tits -- were pressed together. Their heads were almost touching, and the potent odour of sex lingered between them, a reminder of the cum caked on their faces. Both officers' mouths were now filled with the panties of their assailants, and duct tape was used to keep their gags in place. Two black blindfolds were tied tightly around their heads.

Despite all the restraints, the two deputies wriggled about as much as they possibly could. This was due to the egg-shaped vibrators planted in both their pussies. They were still wearing their own panties, which kept the unwanted, battery-powered intruders from being dislodged. The devices were turned to the "random" power setting, causing unexpected levels of stimulation to the distracted deputies. 

"This ought to keep you lovebirds busy." Cammy nodded, giving the policewomen's exposed nipples a good squeeze. Unfortunately for the officers, their cries of desperation did not travel very far.

The lead assailant gave themselves a final once-over. Both Cammy and Valerie were now fully decked out in the deputies' navy-coloured uniforms, complete with the police cap and name badges. Just as planned, Cammy was a perfect fit for Deputy McNamara' shirt and trousers, and while Valerie was both slimmer and taller than the Latino officer, both filled out their stolen uniforms quite nicely. The only items they put aside were the Glocks, preferring their own choice of lethal weapons.

Ryan kept his somewhat-cumbersome business attire, merely removing his tie and loosening the collar. The hulky enforcer checked his sub-machine gun once more. 

"All right, target's ETA in 15. Let's move into position."

The passenger van carrying the two hostages drove off first, and the two imposter deputies followed suit in the hijacked Tahoe. For several miles, both vehicles sped along on the county road, in the direction away from the main town. Their headlight beams sliced through the moonless night, illuminating the fading yellow lines on the pavement. 

"Three hundred feet to Checkpoint Victor -- Romeo, this is your stop."

"Roger that Cobra."

The vehicles rolled to a stop with some distance between them, turning almost perpendicular to the road, blocking both lanes. This stretch of road was completely empty, save for the tall evergreens dotting the landscape. The trio jumped out and made the necessary preparations. Cammy went over her mental checklist and nodded in satisfaction.

"Perfect. Let's stay sharp."

Several minutes later, a pair of headlights came into view for Cammy and Valerie. They stood calmly in front of the police SUV, its blue and red lights flashing. The bright glow from the two burning flares on the ground came together for a bright, multi-coloured illumination.

The approaching vehicle pulled to a stop, about ten yards away from the makeshift roadblock. With all the extra light, the caged windows on the unmarked Ford twelve-passenger van could be seen.

"Female passenger confirmed. Cannot confirm objective yet." Valerie reported into her headset.

"Roger that, Vixen, standing by." Ryan replied.

Cammy strolled casually toward the driver side, flashlight in hand. The window rolled down and the heavyset driver waved.

"What's happenin', deputy?"

"Collision up ahead, sir." She gestured to the silver passenger van, its hazard lights flashing, in the distance. "Road's closed."

"For how long?" The passenger inquired, sticking her head into view.

"Not sure, ma'am, could be hours."

"Could we lend some assistance? I'm Deputy Joseph Patrick of the Marshals Service."

"Marshals? Are you on-duty?"

"'Fraid so." He flicked his thumb at the rear, where Cammy caught a glimpse of a man in an orange jumpsuit. "We are scheduled to check in at East Hudson at 2300."

"I see. I am afraid you won't arrive on schedule then." She said nonchalantly. The two law enforcement agents looked puzzled.

"Yeah? Cuz' of the closure?"

"No, because your trip ends here."

Cammy pulled out her semi-automatic from the holster and pointed it at the driver. At the same time, Valerie stepped into view, covering the passenger side with the Mossberg shotgun.

"Put your--"

"Joe, step on it!!" The passenger screamed. Both agents ducked, and the prisoner van accelerated forward wildly. With headlights suddenly closing in on her, Valerie was forced to roll out of the way as the van steered in the direction of the right shoulder.

"Shit!" Cammy quickly squeezed off two rounds, shattering the driver side window with her first shot, before putting a hole in the windshield. Valerie got up on one knee and fired low, but her off-balanced scattering of buck shots missed the tires, and did little to slow down the van.

The passenger van came precariously close to slamming into a tree before the driver regained control and steered it back toward the pavement, as it slipped around the idle Tahoe. The boxy vehicle shook with violence when it found the road again -- where it launched across the spike belt placed earlier by the gang. All four tires protested thunderously with mini-explosions, sending dark rubber debris in all directions. 

With steering rendered useless, the van skidded along a guard rail, sending sparks everywhere. Ryan surfaced from his vantage point and sprayed half of his MP5 clip squarely into the engine, finally stopping the van. As smoke spewed from under the hood, he could see that the passenger door slid open. A hand with a Browning M1911 pistol emerged and fired blindly.

"Romeo, pin her down!" Came the urgent command in his headset. "Vixen, cover the rear."

'Romeo' fired again from his covered spot, and the distinct notes of bullets battering the door forced the passenger inside. She returned fire, but her volley of FMJ bullets flew harmlessly into the air. With a slight smirk behind his mask, Ryan took his time to plot holes all around the passenger compartment.

Meanwhile, the army veteran fired two more shots at the driver side, but no one emerged. With the flashlight, she could see the head of the Marshal's deputy slumped against the wheel, unmoving.

With her target down, Cammy deftly changed course and approached the passenger side from the rear.

"Drop your weapon!" She shouted, firing a booming round that destroyed the side rearview mirror. From his position, Ryan fired another burst of sub-machine gunfire, targeting the side pillar.

They waited ten seconds before firing again, this time scattering glass shards into the vehicle. Finally, the Browning semi-automatic emerged again -- but now it was being dangled by a finger on the trigger piece.

"Damn it, stop shooting!" The passenger implored. A blonde woman gingerly lifted her hands through the space where her window should have been.

"Throw your weapon away or you're dead!"

She tossed aside her automatic and opened the door. She inched her way forward, careful to avoid the glass shattered on the ground. The female agent, still trying to catch her breath, wore a blue jacket with "ATF" in large, yellow letters. Cammy and Ryan can see a simple white silk blouse wore underneath her open jacket, which matched perfectly with her fitted khakis. Her large emerald eyes darted around, assessing the alarming scene before her.

"Look, please check on the Marshal. He needs medical attention..."

"Drop to your knees and shut up!" Cammy barked, motioning for Ryan to cover the federal agent. 

"Hands on your head." He added, keeping the MP5 trained on her. Nervously, the agent complied and placed her palms on her shoulder-length blond hair. Ryan instantly noticed the way her blouse stretched across her full breasts.

Satisfied, Cammy join Valerie at the rear van doors. With a nod from her leader, Valerie discharged her shotgun round at an angle to the lock, and swung open the door in one swift motion. The man in the orange jumpsuit was curled up on the floor, barely able to cover his head with the handcuffs still on him. 

"You Americans are much too trigger-happy." He said with a thick Mexican accent. He had a full head of dark brown hair and a well-maintained beard. The scar on his left cheekbone was most visible, and there was a dangerous edge in his eyes. He stared long and hard at the two hijackers in police uniform, paying special attention to Valerie.

"Mr. Escobar, a pleasure to meet you in person. Please, call me Cobra."

"Miss Cobra, my sincere thanks to you and your crew for -- meeting me here. Have you taken control of the situation?"

"Almost. Vixen, stay with Mr. Escobar while I get the keys for him."

"Of course, boss. But if Mr. Escobar thinks he can touch these babies --" Confronting his inquisitive stare, the young assailant smiled seductively and shook loose the first three buttons on her police uniform, showing the tops of her young bosom -- before leveling her shotgun at the man's face. "Mr. Escobar is dead wrong."

"My, my, what energy from this lovely young lady." The man known as Hector 'Gunrunner' Escobar replied, maintaining his humour. He had long lost count of the number of times he had faced a loaded weapon -- though never from one so young and provocative. "Pardon my manners. Please understand that I have been in federal custody for the last three months. Aside from that fetching A.T.F. agent, I have not laid eyes on such beauty..."

"You two get better acquainted, but Vixen, please try not to kill Mr. Escobar."

"For you, boss, I'll try." She answered sweetly, and lowered her weapon.

"So-- what is the word-- spunky. You are a lovely specimen, Miss Vixen."

Cammy made her way through the debris and opened the driver's door. The Marshal's deputy was still breathing, but the forehead-shaped cracks on the windshield accounted the reason he was out cold. She discovered a set of keys clipped to his belt, and grabbed his unused firearm before trekking back.

"Thank you, Miss Cobra." The former prisoner said, rubbing his wrists as Cammy freed him from the metal restraints. "Tell me, are the two Federales in good health? There was much gunfire."

"The ATF agent is in better shape than the Marshal. You had mentioned a few things about her in our correspondence. What else can you tell me?"

"Special Agent Jessica Colleen Koch? She is very attractive in her fetching blouses. Respectful, intelligent, unlike most other Federales. I believe she is nearly thirty-years-old. Before she was assigned to my case, she worked in Bank Robbery and liaison with the FBI. But, I am certain you were able to access her professional records." Escobar allowed. 

"She has an impressive resumé." Cammy nodded.

"But the records will fail to inform you that Miss Koch has an ailing mother who requires heavy medical care. Your American medical system is worse than a cartel -- I suspect Miss Koch is in severe debt. You may want to explore that further."

The brunette's mind revved up at the new information. She nodded thoughtfully, and signaled to Valerie, who understood her boss wanted more data on the ATF agent. The young assailant left for her laptop in their van.

"Thank you for the information. Let us proceed, Mr. Escobar." The crew leader extended her hand, and the arms-dealer gladly took it as the pair climbed out of the prisoner van. Agent Jessica Koch was still kneeling on the pavement, as the silent enforcer towered over her.

"Romeo, meet Special Agent Jessica Koch of the ATF. Agent, don't fucking move."

The blonde swallowed while Cammy came behind her and patted her down aggressively, giving her jutting breasts a good squeeze. Aside from pocketing her cell phone, the lead assailant took her ATF identifications -- and of course, her handcuffs.

"Off with the jacket. Now, bitch!" 

The agent scowled but complied. With a chuckle, Cammy twisted her arms behind her back and snapped both cuffs hard on to her wrists. She also showed her dominance by slapping the federal agent several times. As she squealed in pain, Cammy pulled her up by her blouse.

"Agent, you are coming with us. We are going to get to know you very well--" Without warning, Cammy ripped open the woman's blouse, sending buttons flying in all directions. The agent only wore a white cotton bra underneath, and all eyes were glued to the tops of her heaving tits.

"Cute." Cammy snarled, taking a breast in each hand and kneaded them like dough. "Nice and firm, agent."

"My, Agent Koch, you have been hiding these tetas all this time?" The arms-dealer voiced, sounding incredulous. Cammy noticed his pace of breathing quickening.

"Damn you, Escobar." Though her face flushed with shame and anger, the exposed agent was still able to stare straight into his eyes. "You are a marked man. We will track you down."

"Perhaps one day... but not before Escobar gives you the fucking he promised." He hissed, taking strides toward the agent. But Cammy quickly rose to stand in his way, and her hand slipped down to her holstered semi-automatic.

"Miss Cobra, I must insist." He paused, lowering his voice. "The Federales have made my life very difficult. Do not deny me the simple pleasure of..."

"The agent is our prisoner, Mr. Escobar." Cammy snapped with finality in her voice. "Romeo, take her to the van, and bring Cortez here. We'll spread out the hostages."

Ryan grabbed the anxious ATF agent by the shoulder and marched her to the van. With the muzzle of the MP5 pressed against her neck and Ryan's overwhelming size, Jessica knew her options were limited.

"Mr. Escobar, please give me a hand." The Cobra Crew leader waved at the Chevrolet Tahoe, which was outfitted with a tow hitch. "We need to get this van out of sight. Vixen, get as much of this off the road as you can." She said, nodding in the direction of all the glass, metal, rubber parts and shell casings scattered on the ground.

"You got it, Cobra."

The arms-dealer grunted his displeasure before joining Cammy. In minutes, the road was cleared again, as they towed the severely damaged transport van into the woods. With liberal use of duct tape, Cammy and Escobar bound the still-unconscious Marshal's deputy to his seat, and his hands and feet similarly taped up. They confiscated his other equipment and badge, and destroyed the remaining communication equipment. 

"Miss Cobra, why do you allow him to live? You are not concerned that he will wake and sound the alarm?"

"WHEN he comes to, he is not getting out of these by himself. Once we leave here, it will be pitch black here and no one will see him from the road. Trust me, Mr. Escobar, the last pair of deposit truck guards we dealt with, they were found exactly the way left them, hours later."

"Say no more, my lovely Miss Cobra." He interjected with a raised palm. "I have complete respect for the ability of you and your crew. That is the reason I employed your services. However," Escobar paused, choosing his words thoughtfully. "I must again... insist on Agent Koch. It is no small feat to have an American Federale and I simply cannot let this opportunity... slip by."

"Mr. Escobar, Agent Koch is not part of our deal."

"Miss Cobra, I recognize I am in an inferior negotiation position, since my desire for the agent is great. May I interest you to change our deal to include the agent? For fifty more?"

The army veteran liked where this was heading, since it never hurt to take an extra fifty thousand dollars. It was time to negotiate. "Mr. Escobar, you just gave me information on the agent--"

"-- which also has great value..."

"-- to which I agree, there is potential for further exploitation. But if you have your way with her..."

"Miss Cobra, you need not be concerned over the health of Miss Koch. I intend her no... permanent harm." He said with a smile.

"Mr. Escobar, let's not kid ourselves. I know your reputation of playing rough in bed, and you sure as hell won't be gentle with her. You would take Miss Vixen if you had half a chance."

The Mexican brushed off the charge. "Nothing that the sluts do not ultimately enjoy. But yes, no permanent harm. Do we have a deal?"

"My response is: one hundred. With that, you get full access to the agent post-arrival at East Hudson, and access now to Deputy Sofia Cortez."

"I beg your pardon? Who is this Cortez?" Escobar frowned.

"Mr. Escobar, with all due respect, where do you think we got the police vehicle? The uniforms?" The arms-dealer was silent -- and intrigued. "Here, this will help." She took out her smartphone, browsed to the image of the young deputy about to step out of her uniform pants and showed it to him. 

"From what Vixen told me, Deputy Sofia Cortez is quite good with her tongue. I'm not sure how well she performs with a... macho hombre like yourself."

"My, my. She is policía?" The mental imagery painted for the arms-dealer was an unrivaled success. "Miss Cobra, this is far above my dreams, to taste two American policía. For that, I will give you one-twenty-five. Koch later, Cortez now. We have a deal." 

"That's very generous of you, Mr. Escobar, but remember, no permanent damage to the two cops. Deal?" He nodded, and the two criminals shook hands. To her headset, Cammy said, "Vixen, you will be driving the Tahoe with Mr. Escobar and Deputy Cortez in the back. Can you... prep the deputy for Mr. Escobar?"

"Understood, Cobra."

"Shall we, Mr. Escobar? We are more than three hours away from East Hudson."

"You are estupendo, Miss Cobra."

"Gracias, Señor Escobar."

***

Given her current predicament, the stop to pick up coffee hours ago felt more like a dream for Deputy Sofia Cortez. The twenty-two-year-old sat in the backseat of her own police Tahoe SUV, covered only in her sports bra and panties. The young Latino was still blindfolded, bound with her own handcuffs and gagged with one of her attacker's panties. There was also the buzzing vibrator still nestled in her pussy. 

At the moment, Sofia could feel the young woman 'Vixen' busy around her. A weird, weighty bar was being affixed to both her ankles.

"There we go, cop bitch. Ya miss me?" Sofia slowly understood the purpose of the spreader bar when 'Vixen' snuggled up to her, easily tugging aside her panties' crotch piece, and fondled her puffy, sensitive pussy without restrictions. The young deputy shrieked into her gag when her assailant wriggled two fingers into her cunt and pulled out the busy vibrator.

"You filthy slut," Her assailant exclaimed, smearing Sofia's own thick fluids all over her face. "You're all ready for a good fuck, aren't you?" Those fingers returned, making perverse squishing noises as they penetrated her repeatedly. "Aren't you, you filthy little police slut?"

Sofia could only moan in frustration.

"Well, it's your lucky day, little bitch." 'Vixen' laughed, playing with her victim's tits through her bra. Sofia dreaded what was ahead when the police cap was placed back on her head. 




Cobra Crew: Freeing Escobar Ch. 03



The third of a six-part story. Don't forget to leave me with thoughts and feedback. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 

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"Mmmm, aahh, mmMM! Don't you dare stop, agent."

The scenes in both travelling vehicles were oddly similar, with Escobar basking in his domination of Deputy Sofia Cortez, while Cammy was deriving pleasure from her captive, Special Agent Jessica Koch. The lusty brunette had her victim working feverishly between her legs, pinching hard on Jessica's exposed nipple when she believed her energy level was drooping.

The blonde's coerced effort was at best amateurish, but the leader of the Cobra Crew helped to improve her own experience by grinding her cunt against the extended tongue. She sighed in pleasure when her erogenous clit was raked across the lips of the unwilling agent.

Cammy did not leave the agent the luxury of clothing, stripping her of the blouse and khaki pants, and tore her white intimates off her body. Handcuffed, the ATF agent looked away in shame as Cammy freely examined her tender body in detail, letting her hands wander through the soft, pale skin, while lingering on the forbidden parts.

"Put this in you." The brunette ordered simply, pushing the used, still-moist vibrator into the palm of the agent. Cammy enjoyed the sickened look on the woman's face, who knew full well that the sex toy was pried from her fellow hostage mere feet away from her. She was also amused to see Jessica struggling mightily to insert the device with her wrists handcuffed behind her back.

"Come on, you're almost there, agent." She said in mock encouragement, which was met with icy daggers from the eyes of her victim. Her glance did soften a little when the device was powered on inside her, sending waves of unfamiliar vibrations through her most sensitive parts.

There were usually more games on Cammy's list, but the assailant was impatient tonight, having already witnessed her crew pleasuring themselves on the two Sheriff's deputies. So after taking a handful of pictures, Cammy undid her uniform in front of her victim, who became very alarmed at the sight of Cammy's bare, shaved pussy.

"You can't be serious." She exclaimed.

"Oh, I'm very serious. Come here, bitch." She said, forcing the agent down between her legs at gunpoint.

"This is sexual assault-- MMrrrnnhhh!!!" The agent's protests were muted when her thick lips were crushed against Cammy's gooey labia. Notorious among her crew for her plentiful secretions, the leader moaned in pleasure while she spread her pearly cream all over a horrified Jessica's cheeks, nose and mouth.

Not quite satisfied at the agent's first-ever attempt, Cammy pulled the gasping woman back -- before pinching her nostrils shut and drawing her back in.

"I better feel your tongue deep in my slit, agent, or you won't breathe again."

With her lungs burning and the musky taste building around her mouth, Jessica had no choice but suck in air and lap up at the swollen pussy lips before her. The agent was suddenly struck with one peculiar thought: there was no way in hell that this was going into her report.

***

Back in the police Tahoe SUV, Escobar's quiet grunts replaced the loud and raucous action. With his heart still pumping intensely after his long-awaited climax, the arms-dealer ordered Sofia to "clean up". He made clear his meaning by yanking the dampish sports bra from her mouth.

Fearful of the repercussions, the deputy bent over and licked at the limping member, swallowing any trail of sticky fluids she could see. She looked up expectantly after a couple of minutes, but his venomous stare sent her back to running her tongue along the length of his cock.

"Kiss it. Lick the balls." He muttered, rewarding her efforts with a soft pat on her police cap. "You are an adorable slut, deputy So-fee-Yaa."

***

"Not bad for your first time." The brunette supposed. The flush of crimson on Jessica's face, as she turned away in disgust, appeared to confirm Cammy's hypothesis. 

Still catching her breath after the intense wave of orgasm, Cammy didn't mind the inexperience. After all, coercing an unwilling federal agent only heightened the assault experience for her. She decided to give the agent a break by turning off the vibrator inside her. She chuckled at the clear, sticky fluids on her fingers when she reached for the intrusion, and the way Jessica squirmed to avoid her touch.

With her own needs fulfilled for now, it was time to get down to business. Fortunately for the Cobra Crew leader, the next part of her plan should remain extremely enjoyable.

"Stay still, agent. Face on the ground."

Leaving the humiliated agent for a moment, Cammy moseyed over to their other hostage. Deputy McNamara laid there on her back, with her cuffed wrists pulled high above her face. The handcuffs themselves were attached to a metal bar. Without her deputy partner to bound against, Ryan had simply tied her knees and ankles together. The blindfold and gag were still tightly in place.

"Let's see..." Cammy straddled the policewoman, settling her bare ass upon Rachel's tummy. Her first task was to hook her thumbs into the waist of Rachel's floral panties and wiggle them down. "Don't fight me, bitch, or I will cut you up." Providing some context for the touch of cold metal on her legs, the brunette sliced through the dead knots with ease.

But her freedom was short-lived. "Move your right leg up... like this." Taking advantage of the policewoman's athleticism, Cammy pulled until the back of Rachel's heel almost touched the tender flesh just below her bottom. Rachel groaned in protest when she felt rope tightening around her ankle and thigh, forcing her legs into a kneeling position, with her knees pointed skyward.

The deputy's moans grew louder when Cammy easily swatted apart her thighs and lightly slapped her exposed pussy repeatedly. The dark amber-ish curls, some matted with Rachel's sweet juices, were a source of fascination for the brunette. She planted tingling kisses on her bush, and left her with a long, lazy pass of her tongue over her quivering pussy.

"Ever had a woman eat your pussy?" Cammy whispered softly into the deputy's ear, taking the opportunity to nibble on her earlobes. A vehement shake from Rachel was her response. "No? Today is your lucky day then, deputy. Hang tight -- I'll be right back." 

"Hold still, Agent Koch." Jessica was surprised to find herself released from the handcuffs. But powerful kicks to her calves brought her swiftly to her hands and knees. The blonde looked up to see the deputy's legs spread lewdly before her.

"Here's the deal." The brunette leaned in, her voice dropping to a throaty whisper. "You have five minutes to bring this bitch to an orgasm. Uh-uh, shh--" Her hand shot across to cover Jessica's mouth. "Not a word out of your mouth. You can do this willingly, or I can fuck you both in the ass with this--" Cammy displayed an oversized rubber dildo, to the agent's alarm and disgust. "-- then make you to go at it. If she doesn't cum in five minutes, same thing -- I will fuck you both really good with this."

The bewildered agent felt the chills down her spine when the head of the dildo was placed at her vulnerable asshole. "Four minutes, forty-five seconds. Time's a wastin', agent."

A second twirl with the dildo at her puckered hole convinced Jessica to take the threat seriously. Not sure where to start, she started to caress her target's thighs with her trembling hands. With a deep breath, the agent dipped her head and placed her lips on Rachel's pubic bush. In response, the deputy fought back, lifting her pelvis and almost knocking the unsuspecting blonde off her.

Jessica was momentarily stunned, but the dildo was shoved more forcefully against her ass. 

"Four minutes, honey."

"Damn you." She whispered, disdain in her voice.

"I am so ready to use this on both of you. Less than four minutes now."

Frustrated, the agent dove back in, this time climbing on the deputy's torso and applying more force to her thighs. This time, she was able navigate past her curls to suck on the wet, salty folds. 

Rachel's thrashing continued, but it resulted in the opposite effect when her already-stimulated clit inadvertently stroked itself across Jessica's suckling lips. The deputy squealed in delight at the dazzling sensation, and Jessica worked her nose and tongue back and forth across the hardened nub.

Her face slick with salty wetness, the agent pulled back and slipped one, then two fingers deep into Rachel's willing pussy. Wordlessly, they settled on a dance rhythm, with the deputy elevating herself to meet the penetrating fingers. Reaching behind her, Jessica did what she would want done to her -- and massaged the deputy's firm, round tits, relishing the contrast of the lacey texture of the bra with the softness of her milky skin.

Heavy moaning escaped behind the gag, as Rachel's defenses broke down one by one. When the blonde returned to providing oral pleasure, her tongue twirled in as deep as it would go. The deputy gladly accommodated Jessica's probing thumb at her puckered anus -- she gently pressed on the delicate button, all the while increasing her efforts on the swollen pussy.

"Mmmpppphhhh!!" With a final mash of her cunt against Jessica's hot mouth, the strawberry blonde lost control and came hard. A douse of hot, creamy fluid flowed out, and the agent lapped it all up in stride. An abrupt jab of her clit with the tongue caused Rachel to tense up again -- as a second wave of bliss rippled through her.

The two were so engaged in their tryst, they weren't aware that Cammy was hovering over them, with her smartphone camera recording every moment to HD digital video. The Cobra Crew leader was ecstatic at the outcome, since prior forced "coupling" have rarely resulted in such intense, raw passion. She found her fingers wandering down between her own legs during the heated exchange.

"Fifteen seconds left. Well done, agent." The brunette whispered. "Your turn to be rewarded."

With that, she slowly tore the strips of duct tape from Rachel's mouth, and relieved her of the soggy panties in her mouth. The purpose was unmistakable when she smacked Jessica's bare bottom, until she lowered her puffy vagina down to Rachel's ready mouth.

The distinct, musky odour was almost overwhelming, but the blindfolded Rachel stuck out her tongue gingerly, until she tasted the woman's juices. At first, she wanted to turn away, but with nowhere to go, she exhaled and tried again. To Cammy's delight, the deputy began to lick sloppily.

Keeping the phone camera trained on the busy couple, Cammy reached for her earpiece. 

"Vixen, pass me the data on our ATF agent. Confirmed, I see it downloading in the background. Oh no, we haven't started the conversation yet, the first part of the improvised plan is going very well. Yes, our two guests are very -- engaged at the moment. Yours too? Perfect."

"Romeo, pull us off at the next exit. I want to go through the data with Vixen."

"You got it." Came the reply over the headset. "One more thing, boss?"

"Yeah?"

"It's pure torture listening to the two bitches going at it."

"Noted, Romeo. But I need you to drive. We will see what we can do when we arrive at East Hudson."

"You're the best, boss."

***

The Cobra Crew leader took a final look at her smartphone, committing to memory the figures displayed on the screen.

"Okay, agent. Time to talk."

The captured ATF agent had little to say. After being treated to a mind-blowing orgasm from the deputy's ferocious licking of her pussy, Jessica was trussed up again, rope strapping her arms behind her, on top of the handcuffs that held her wrists together. Following their brief stop, the brunette returned to the vehicle with a lengthy bar which was soon tied to the agent's ankles, leaving her legs spread wide apart.

Jessica was very much conflicted -- she cursed herself for being caught up in the action with the deputy hostage -- but she could not just brush off the intensity and pleasure of being "forced" onto another woman. The threats, bondage and adrenaline all contributed to her reaction, she explained to herself.

Cammy slipped next to the preoccupied agent, tracing circles around her bare nipples. Just as Jessica softened at the attention, her captor clamped down on both nipples with her fingers and squeezed hard.

"Listen up, agent. I'm going to make this plain and simple." The brunette warned, smacking Jessica's vulnerable cheeks to quiet the woman. "You are going to make a choice here: join us... or suffer the consequences."

"Excuse me?" The agent could hardly believe her ears. "Join you? What the hell does that mean?"

"Excellent question." Cammy allowed a smile, all the while playing with the blonde's bare breasts. "It means you will help us in your role as an ATF agent."

"You... you want to use me as your... mole?" She asked, incredulous. "What-- why would I do that?"

"Why, I'm glad you asked, Agent Koch. I'll give you the two outcomes if you didn't join us. Number one, we have incriminating evidence that you collaborated and aided Escobar's escape from federal custody."

"What?! That's complete bullshit!!" She reacted, furious at the suggestion. "I would never help..."

"It won't be that way at all to your colleagues. All I have to do is press a key, and you will receive fifty grand from one of Escobar's offshore holdings. With some 'recovered' emails, they will start put together the pieces. Your mother's medical costs are such a drain on you financially."

The brunette continued. "I mean, how could anyone keep up with paying twenty-two-hundred a day? $2,255, to be exact? That's an insane daily amount for the last two weeks, and then for the foreseeable future? You are down to two hundred dollars in your bank account, your three credit cards are totally maxed out, and your line of credit is about done. You need to re-mortgage your place as soon as you get back, don't you? See, agent, you are very, very desperate for money..."

The colour drained from the agent's face at the mention of her ailing mother, the accurate figures and her dire financial state.

"... and so Escobar tempts you and offers you a way out. The e-mail correspondence will show you scheming to break him free. The cash will follow -- and we will ensure the money trail comes straight to you."

"Y-you can't be serious."

"I am very serious, Agent Koch. You see, there's also your sexual assault of the female deputy."

"My -- what?!"

"Picture the e-mails: Escobar starts corrupting you. The day-in, day-out of one-on-one interrogation is wearing you down. He seduces you, and suggests all sorts of nasty things you can do together -- like taking out your sexual frustration on the hostages. He's already having his fun with Deputy Cortez."

"He is what? The sick bastard!"

"No... you will be the sicko when they see this video." The audio was muted, but the images clearly showed the blonde climbing on to the tied-down deputy and going after her exposed pussy. Jessica gulped at the scene -- she could hardly believe how aggressive she was... the incredible sensation of lowering her hot, wet cunt on to her struggling face... the agent had to pull her eyes away from the screen.

"We just have to line up some shit about your growing bi-sexual interest and the videos will be the proof. Put that together with your financial situation, your career will be absolutely finished. It will be a miracle if they don't put you away for the rest of your life."

"You can't do that..." Shocked, the agent slowly came to the realization that she was defenseless against the would-be charges. Even in the best-case-scenario of clearing her name, she would be suspended without pay and likely kept behind bars during the investigation, which would be months, if not years. That would leave her mom to...

"What do you want from me, exactly?" She demanded, after several minutes of silence.

"Cooperation. It's in our best interest to establish a reliable federal source. You provide us with data and we will keep you well-funded, discreetly of course. You'll be a victim tonight, just like the others. Once you return to work, we will contact you when there when we need you."

"But..."

"We will setup an account for your mother's health spending. To the IRS, it will look like insurance has kicked in."

"This is crazy. What if I'm discovered? How can I even trust you?"

"You are a smart cookie, you'll find a way to stay under the radar." Cammy nodded, as her hand trailed along her captive's chin. "You can't trust me, but really, what choice do you have? Oh, it goes without saying, this deal is our little secret." 

The brunette pointed to the bound deputy, who lay hogtied on the ground. Jessica saw that they had placed a pair of headphones over her ears. The heavily-padded blindfold and panties gag furthered her sensory deprivation.

"If you dare to tell anyone, the e-mails and videos will immediately surface, and your mother, resting peacefully in Room 1218 of Lincoln Memorial Hospital..." The cold gesture with the finger across her throat summed it up for the agent.

"This can't be happening." The downcast agent whispered. No training could have prepared her for being blackmailed. But the alternative wasn't so bad, right? Especially when it comes down to choosing between life in prison and financial stability?

"I'll give you some time to decide, Agent Koch." Into her headset, she added, "ETA to Checkpoint X-Ray in ten minutes, Vixen. Let Escobar know."

"Roger that, Cobra. How are things with the ATF agent?"

Cammy winked at the helpless blonde. "She is considering our offer. Cobra out."

The two vehicles pulled off the main road again, and came to a stop at the edge of a corn field. "Checkpoint X-Ray" allowed the crew a secluded area for the flurry of activities that followed.

At Cammy's direction, Escobar slipped back into the prisoner's orange jumpsuit and allowed himself to be handcuffed again. The Mexican proudly shared details of his time with the submissive deputy. However, Cammy had already scanned through the recorded videos, and knew he had exaggerated his 'abilities'.

An exhausted Sofia Cortez, her bottom still glowing red from a round of spanking, found herself re-united with her partner, who remain tied up in the van. 

Ryan worked on the two deputy captives again, putting the two in a classic '69' position, with Rachel lying on the bottom. After Sofia was ordered to lie down on top, the former linebacker wordlessly seized their arms and forced them to embrace each other. He was quick with the ropes, easily tying their crossed wrists together before adding handcuffs on them. He added a spreader bar for each woman, before ensuring their faces were positioned directly over the other's pussy.

The two deputies soon found it impossible not to avoid each other's musky-smelling crotch. Long threads of rope circled their waists and shoulders, securing their coerced intimacy. The two whimpered in a weak protest when Ryan took his time squeezing and stroking their bodies, but their gags muffled the sound. At least the blindfolds prevented them from seeing any more than they wanted to.

And so Rachel and Sofia did not witness the leader of the Cobra Crew dressing up in the police uniform again, nor did they see Ryan putting the stolen U.S. Marshals badge on his suit jacket, instantly establishing the appearance of being legitimate law enforcement officers.

The kidnapped ATF agent was perplexed when Valerie removed all her cuffs and rope from her. As Jessica rubbed her wrists, Cammy threw her a thin, baby-blue tank top, and the pair of khakis she was wearing earlier. "Put them on."




Cobra Crew: Freeing Escobar Ch. 04



This is the fourth part of the six-part story. If you haven't already, check out the first three parts and share your feedback with me. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 

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The building security guard peered into the Knox County Sheriff's Department SUV once more, taking care not to direct his powerful beam into the passengers' faces.

"I have the ATF agent, the Marshal's deputy and the prisoner as approved visitors. I just don't have you, Deputy... McNamara."

"Yes, I understand that, and I've explained the situation." The brunette replied, dropping a hint of frustration in her voice. "I mean, I can drop them off here..." To which everyone knew it was not a viable solution, since the gatehouse was more than three hundred feet from the main entrance.

"All right. Let me call it in." The guard disappeared into the booth, and did not bother to come out again. Instead, he announced through the speaker: "Deputy, you have been approved. Lieutenant Samantha Dawson will meet you at Loading Area Two. Left past the entrance, down the ramp, then make a right." A loud screeching sound followed and the metal gate wheeled out of their path.

Jessica spun around, half-expecting the guard to run out and flag them down. He did not.

"Talk to me about Lieutenant Dawson, agent."

"I can't." Met with an angry stare from 'Cobra', the hostage agent was quick to elaborate. "I don't know who she is. I've only talked to Captain Carson Barnard on the phone. The lieutenant might be his report. It's getting close to midnight, the captain is probably home by now."

Cammy slowed the stolen police SUV as they follow the straight descent, down into the parking garage. Unsurprisingly, there was an assortment of both marked and unmarked vehicles scattered throughout the underground concrete structure. She followed the signs for "LA2", finally pulling up to an enclosed area with a slightly raised platform.

As Cammy backed the Tahoe into position, a tall, medium blonde stepped into view. The woman looked to be in her late twenties, and was professionally dressed in a buttoned-up, dark gray jacket, with a collared, cream-coloured blouse showing underneath. She also wore a matching, knee-length skirt with dark, sheer hose over her legs. Cammy noted her photo ID, access card and keys were clipped to her belt.

"Welcome to East Hudson. Deputy McNamara, I am Lieutenant Dawson." A curt handshake followed, after Cammy exited the SUV. The Cobra Crew leader took notice of her long blonde hair that was tied up in a bun, and the cool, large blue eyes on her pretty face. The blazer hid her curvaceous figure somewhat, but Cammy could tell the State police lieutenant placed a good deal of the self-confidence in her attractive physique.

"Special Agent Koch, pleased to meet you. Captain Barnard sends his regrets tonight, but he will be in at eight tomorrow."

"Very well, Lieutenant. This is Deputy Patrick of the United States Marshal Service." Jessica found her voice, and remembered to open the passenger door for the imposter Marshal's deputy. She wondered if the real Joseph Patrick has regained consciousness yet...

Ryan nodded at the attractive State Lieutenant, his business-like stare not betraying his instant lust for her. In contrast, Escobar leered wantonly at Samantha from his seat.

"Another policía whore."

"Let's go, Escobar." The imposter Marshal's deputy commanded, and physically moved him until he was able to slide out of the vehicle.

"Lieutenant, my instructions are to secure the prisoner and take an inventory of the evidence." The ATF agent repeated her lines almost-verbatim, while carrying a travel bag as instructed. Cammy gave the woman a subtle nod of encouragement.

"Of course. We anticipated the ATF's needs, so I have taken the liberty of checking out the seized evidence from storage. You can review them quickly tonight in my office." Samantha replied with a smug glow. In doing so, she failed to notice the positive, lightning-quick exchange between Ryan and Cammy.

"Thank you, Lieutenant."

"Marshal, do you need assistance with the prisoner? I can send for some Troopers." Samantha asked coolly. The question was largely rhetorical, given Ryan's overwhelming form, even compared to the hardened arms-dealer.

"No thanks."

"Very well. Right this way."

The visitors had to sign in when they passed through the building entrance, manned by a bored-looking civilian guard. The lieutenant then led the way through the basement level, often using her access card on the reinforced entrances. The group passed through several hallways until they arrived at the detention area.

At the entrance, the electronic locks were released after Samantha punched in an access code. The holding cells were empty, the lieutenant explained, since the State building rarely held prisoners overnight. "They are usually processed and held at our other facilities."

"How convenient." Cammy couldn't help herself. 

There were two banks of holding cells. Thick metal bars lined the sides, but the cells were separated by concrete walls. The ultra-white fluorescent glow didn't make the dreadful gray surroundings any more appealing.

Samantha retrieved a set of keys from the locked control station, then proceeded to unlock the gates to the first cell. "Welcome to your private room, prisoner." She smirked. The jail cell contained nothing more than a single bed, with a built-in metal sink and toilet.

As others watched, Ryan released Escobar from the handcuffs and pocketed them. But when his hand emerged from his single-breasted jacket again, he held a Beretta semi-automatic -- and leveled it at the police lieutenant's temple.

Immediately, Cammy took the police-issue Glock and also trained it at the direction of the shocked policewoman.

"Don't move, Lieutenant Dawson. Escobar, take the agent."

"At last! With much pleasure." Just like that, the Mexican took the nervous Jessica in a bear hug, pinning her arms to her side. Instinctively, he began to grind his body against her backside.

"Special Agent Jessica Colleen Koch, please believe me, I have waited a long time for this." Escobar spoke in a hushed voice, after taking a long whiff of her blonde hair. "I shall be your interrogator this evening." The ATF agent bit down on her lips and cringed at the suggestion.

"What..? What the hell is going on?" The medium-blonde officer was too dumbfounded to comprehend the situation.

"Put your hands up, lieutenant." Cammy demanded.

"Now, bitch." Ryan stressed the message by pressing the gun barrel hard against her head. The lieutenant gasped, found herself backed up against the metal gate, before lifting her arms over her head. 

"Are you carrying your weapon, lieutenant?" Cammy questioned, as she walked up to the shaking State policewoman.

"No. What--"

"Turn around, legs apart." As the cop complied, the Cobra Crew leader holstered her Glock and knelt down. "Don't move!" She warned when the blonde twitched at the probing hands -- especially when they disappeared up her dress, up along the smooth stockings on her legs. 

"What do you think you're doing?" The policewoman gasped when her inner thigh was patted. The brunette responded with a smack to the back of her head. 

"Garter belt? How cute, lieutenant." She chuckled, before thoroughly frisking the rest of her body. Samantha was about to scream when Cammy's hands cupped and massaged her tits through her clothes, but she found Ryan's gun pointed at her open mouth. She swallowed hard and kept silent.

"She's clean." She announced. Ryan nodded and kept an eye on the holding cell entrance.

Delighted with her brief molestation, the brunette pressed closer against her newest victim, her gun tracing along her cheeks. 

"Listen very carefully. My crew is holding Deputy Rachel McNamara and Deputy Sofia Cortez hostage. Yes, bitch, I am wearing McNamara's uniform. The real deputies are naked, bound and gagged at the moment." Cammy smiled, after seeing the look of confusion on her face. Her expression gradually changed as she slowly woke to the truth.

"Agent Koch has been very wise to cooperate with us so far, ahem, to ensure the welfare of the deputies." She glanced over at Jessica, whose limited struggles simply weren't going to fend off Escobar's advances. "You will also cooperate with us, or else..." And the gun poked at the spot right between her eyes.

"You can't..." The lieutenant stammered. "I mean, there are State Troopers all over..."

"The what, five troopers left in the building at this time? We won't even get a second look -- unless you decide to do something really dumb." In a low, venomous voice, Cammy stared straight into those frightened blue eyes, and added, "But you'll be a good girl, won't you?"

The overmatched policewoman gulped and gave a slight nod.

"You'll now take us to your office. We will be taking the stairs." She took the woman's arm and pushed her ahead. "Mr. Escobar, we will meet back at LA2 at... exactly 0115. There is a change of clothes there." The brunette instructed, pointing to the bag that Jessica dropped. "You'll also find other items of interest there. Don't say we didn't take care of you." For the first time, they smiled at each other.

"Muchas gracias, La señorita Cobra. So little time -- I would have enjoyed teaching this one some manners also." His finger was directed at the lieutenant.

"You can focus on the ATF agent, Mr. Escobar. And you, I suggest you behave yourself, agent." Still restrained by Escobar, Jessica could only groan when Cammy unexpectedly turned to suckle on her lips, with the aggressive tongue overpowering her own. The fascinated arms-dealer leaned in, longing to join, but knew better than that.

After breaking the minute-long kiss, the brunette licked and lifted a wet trail of saliva on her cheeks. "We'll be in touch, Jessica." She breathed quietly to the shivering blonde.

"Mr. Escobar," She lowered her voice. "Please deal with the sentry before our exit." Cammy placed her stolen police baton on the ground -- followed by a 9mm pistol from her ankle holster. "Just in case, there is an alternative in the bag. Try not to draw too much blood -- or attention. And don't forget our deal."

"Of course, Miss Cobra. Everything is in good hands." The arms-dealer replied, though his hands were already busy unzipping the "ATF" jacket.

"Mr. Escobar, one more thing: code Seven-Seven-Four-Two-Nine-Nine to leave this area." She winked at the surprised lieutenant. "See you at 0115." The one-hour gap should reduce any suspicion of the group leaving too quickly -- and leave plenty of time for Escobar, Cammy thought to herself. "Let's go, lieutenant."

"What are you doing with her?" Samantha cried, as she watched the former prisoner drag the ATF agent into the holding cell.

"If I were you, I would be more concerned about myself, lieutenant." Cammy smiled, and pressed the barrel of the Glock into the small of her back. "Now move."

***

"Vixen, we have taken control here. Primary target is secured." The burst of audio came through loud and clear into Valerie's headset.

"Roger that, Cobra. The feed's been consistent, I have my eye on the action. The detention feed is also coming online -- yes, I can see Escobar and ATF in Cell One. Good job, guys."

"Excellent. Vixen, can you track us by location?"

"No, it's not precise enough. But the Department of Criminal Investigation is on the second floor, so if that bitch leads you anywhere else..."

"Perfect, thanks. Our guests behaving themselves?"

With a mischievous grin, the young woman landed a hard slap on Sofia's bare bottom. Cammy and Ryan heard the loud smack and resulting muffled squeal.

"Roger that, we are entering the stairs. Cobra out."

"All right, you horny police bitches, get back to work. NOW!" The harsh blow to Rachel's head set off the two officers to service their tongues on each other's pussy again. 

Valerie wasted little time to toy with her captives after piloting the passenger van to the rendezvous point. Once she confirmed that Cammy and Ryan's smartphone cameras were performing and saw the live action on her tablet, Valerie jumped into the back and pulled the gags and blindfolds off of Rachel and Sofia.

"It's play time again, bitches!"

In no time, both pussies were puffy and drenched with fluids, with Valerie first teasing them with her skilled fingers, before penetrating their cunts with a clear rubber dildo. With all the restraints and spreader bar on them, all Rachel and Sofia could do was to moan their weak protests and tug uselessly at the rope.

With the deputies bound in the '69' position, they were also subjected to suck the invasive fingers and dildo clean -- after they have been deep inside the other woman's pussy.

"That's it, deputy cunt, suck it nice and clean -- or I will ram it down your throat." Valerie warned the wide-eyed Latino deputy, who was transfixed by the detailed, cock-shape tool, glistening with her partner's juices. An unimaginable act only hours ago, Sofia promptly parted her lips and did what she was told.

After much forced stimulation, the young assailant decided it was time to toss her own clothing aside, though she kept Sofia's police cap on. Even the bound deputies could not help but admire her hot, enticing body -- with her perfect, C-sized tits and their perky rose buds being the centre of attention. Most professional cheerleaders would be green-eyed over Valerie's gorgeous figure.

"I'll be the cop now, bitches." With the .40 semi-automatic in hand, she ordered her hostages to "eat your partner's hot cunt until I say stop". As expected, Valerie had to 'help' the strawberry blonde to get started by grabbing a fistful of her hair, slapping her cheeks, and burying her face in Sofia's sensitive mound. On the other hand, the younger deputy hopped to the task immediately, drawing a surprised but gratifying shriek from her partner.

The sexy assailant watched the intense action with growing lust, and began to sink her idle fingers into her own dripping pussy. On pulling out, she would either jam her slick digits into their already-occupied mouths, or to smack down on the bare asses of the bustling deputies -- and leaving a mess of fluids everywhere.

Cammy's radio call gave the briefest of reprieves to the two deputies, but now the licking began afresh in earnest, with Valerie busy pursuing both ends of the action.

"Fuck, yeah! Oh, oh, yes, fuck that dirty cunt, you stupid bitch! Yeah... who's a nasty slut? Now give that asshole a nice tongue bath. Yeah I said LICK IT, put your tongue-- here, swirl your tongue, do it! You too, Sofia bitch! Suck it harder, harder, NOW!!"

Unable to contain herself, Valerie dropped to her knees and slithered forward until she was directly over Rachel's disheveled face. "Out of my way, bitch!" The two powerful swats to Sofia's rear convinced the Latino officer to press forward as much as the ropes allowed.

With little fanfare, the sexy criminal lowered her cunt to the policewoman's face and began to hump away. There was no shortage of delicate flesh for Valerie to grab, whether it was her own aroused nipples, or Sofia's dual, musky cavities. Valerie's ample breasts bounced up and down as she grinded harder and harder on the deputy.

"Yeah-- that's right, bitch, you get to-- oh! Mmm, yeah, slut, you get to taste my ass too. Stick out your fucking tongue now!" She moaned aloud in her girlish voice. But temporary relief was at hand for the two deputies, for their sexy abductor was hurtling toward another explosive climax.

"Uhh YES, yes, yyyyyyes!! Fuckin' slut.... Yes, oohhh, ooh yeah--"

Washed in the bliss of the surging wave of orgasm, Valerie barely noticed the strawberry blonde panicking and struggling beneath her. Already drenched in a coat of slick discharge, Rachel was smothered in the heated oven of Valerie's shapely rump and neatly trimmed pussy.

"Shit, that was a good face fuck." The deputy took a loud gasp of air when Valerie finally rose up from her face. "Oh no, I'm not done with you yet. Clean me up, deputy slut." 

The policewoman groaned in despair when the familiar folds of pussy lips slowly descended over the top of her face again. "Let's go, cop, before I fuck your partner's creamy cunt with this." Rachel looked up to see 'Vixen' raising her silver handgun until the cool metal of the barrel touched Sofia's soppy pussy. The young deputy screamed in fear.

"Or maybe I'll fuck her hot piece of ass instead?"

"No, don't," Rachel gasped. Her mouth climbed up and began scooping up the piquant juices with her lips.

"That's right, ooooh. Don't you dare miss-- oh shit." The young woman's voice shifted abruptly when her headset came to life. "Yes, Vixen here. Roger that, Cobra. OK, gimme a minute. Vixen out." 

"Damn it... well, don't go anywhere, cunts. I'll be right back." She snickered at the bound policewomen, before climbing up to retrieve her laptop.

***

"Cobra, I have the image. Just need a minute for the analysis to run."

Their brief stroll up the stairs was uneventful. The police building was even more deserted than expected, and the pair of detectives they saw on the second floor did not even glance up at the trio. On arrival at Lieutenant Samantha Dawson's spacious office, they drew down the blinds, and made the policewoman login to her computer. For the second time tonight, the lieutenant was unable to protect the confidential code from her assailants.

Cammy went around the room and opened all the drawers and cabinets, using the keys attached to Samantha's ID card to unlock as she went along. She found her Sig Sauer service semi-automatic and two cell phones in her top drawer. She noticed two unopened messages on the pink Blackberry, and their content were shown -- 'Done w/ ATF?' and 'Still coming?'. Both text were from "CB Personal Mobile".

The brunette thought it over, then took the gun and the pink phone. She noticed a small safe tucked away behind some hanged clothing.

"The combination, lieutenant."

"Y-you can't. That's my..."

"The combination, lieutenant! And I'm only going to try it once." She raised the Glock 22 until the barrel was touching Samantha's forehead.

"Twenty-four... F-Five... Thirty-Two." Came the stuttered, soft reply after a long pause.

Cammy allowed a slight smile when the safe opened. She assumed ownership of the Walther compact pistol and ammunition, a digital camera, and some DVDs and memory cards. Some labels had cryptic, handwritten text like "C-Nov17", "T-Jan2" and "M-Mar3". She noticed the lieutenant turning pale, her hands trembling.

"Romeo, secure her." She ordered, before turning to her device and tapped out a message in silence.

"Get on the ground. Lie down -- face down. Hands behind your back. Cross your wrists." 

"What you are doing? Wait, no--" Samantha's feeble protest was followed by the sound of her own handcuffs being used on her. Given his victim's vulnerable position, 'Romeo' couldn't help himself but run his oversized palm across her plump ass cheeks. Her audible gasp was enough for Ryan to dig the Beretta barrel hard on her cheek.

"One more sound and it will be your last. Understand?" She nodded and kept her face down.

"Thanks for saving us the trouble of fetching these out of the evidence room, lieutenant." Cammy couldn't help but smile at the sight -- four document boxes, two oversized gym bags and three long, wooden crates, sitting on a pair of metal carts. 

They found the piles of neatly stacked hundred-dollar bills in the gym bags. The money were divided up and stored in clear plastic bags, all labeled "Sealed State Police Evidence -- Do Not Temper". 




Cobra Crew: Freeing Escobar Ch. 05



Nearing the end -- this is the fifth chapter of the six-part story. Go ahead if you want to just jump into the scene, but if you haven't already, I would encourage you to read the first four chapters to see how our victims ended up where they are. Your feedback and comments are welcomed. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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The HD feed of holding cell one was capturing the frantic actions of Escobar and his prized victim. As soon as Cammy and Ryan left with the State Lieutenant, the man known as the 'Gunrunner' dragged the defenseless ATF agent into the jail cell. After slapping both sides of her face with thundering smacks, he slammed Jessica hard against the metal bars and pressed the police baton across her throat.

"You are mine, Miss Koch. Am I not a man of my word?"

Dazed, the blonde agent felt the sleeves of her jacket being tugged down her arms. In a series of lightning-like moves, Escobar first pinned Jessica's right wrist to the hard steel bar to handcuff them together, then followed up with a forceful but measured punch to her stomach. As she doubled over and gasped for air, Escobar took a hold of her right ankle and cuffed it to the jail bar as well.

"Much better. How many times have you had the pleasure of placing handcuffs on me, Miss Koch?"

Not waiting for a response, the excited Mexican forcefully savoured Jessica's sweet lips and tongue with his own. Like a child in a candy store, Escobar just couldn't decide where to focus his attention on. He ran his hand through her soft blonde strands, relished her smooth, perfect skin, and inhaled her lovely scent with no further impediment.

"I have a confession, I have imaginations of your tetas, from Day Uno. Now... reveal your titties to me, Miss Koch."

"Go fuck yourself, Escobar."

He smiled at the insult -- then slapped her hard, sending Jessica's head back and smacking into the metal bar. His hand closed in on her throat, squeezing slowly.

"You will undress your top for Escobar now. Otherwise I will remove it myself, during which you will be severely injured."

Still dazed but with murder in her eyes, Jessica tugged at the undersized tank-top. With one wrist handcuffed to the metal bar, she struggled at completing her task. The Mexican ogled at her, as the thin cotton material rested on top of her bare, heaving breasts. 

"Stop there, Miss Koch." Instinctively she raised her arm to cover herself, but Escobar promptly slapped it down.

"You have nothing to hide." He leered. With both hands, he eagerly squeezed and worked on her ample tits. "Yes, my... lovely Federale. You are, deli-cious, perfect, over my... imagination." He panted, between more kisses.

Jessica was about to scream when his aggressive fingertips honed in on her sensitive nipples. As if reading her mind, a hand flew up and covered her mouth. The next thing she knew, Escobar had spun her around and pressed her face against the cold metal bars.

"Oh, but I am being very gentle with you, my dear." He whispered in a raspy tone, ignoring her muffled cry as he released her from the harsh nipple twist. "Now, please refrain from crying out, or I will be forced to show you pain. Yes?"

The ATF agent nodded in pain, then watched helplessly as her former prisoner tore off the button on her trousers. With a roar, he destroyed the pants' zipper and impatiently pulled her pants down. He chuckled at the cuffs binding Jessica's ankle, and decided to leave the ruined khakis there. 

"Beautiful. Just... magnífico." Escobar sighed, as he admired Jessica's bare, jutting ass and her smooth, tall legs. What began as gentle caress of those parts quickly escalated into greedy grabbing of her fine buttocks. 

"You will pay for this, Escobar. You will be a hunted man for the rest of--"

"Silence!" He ordered, punctuated by a stinging slap across her cheeks. "Now open your legs for me, my dear. Further!" 

With both hands, he easily spread apart her ass cheeks and was immediately mesmerized by the sight of her puckered asshole. His thumbs crawled closer in until her muscles instinctively tightened up to ward off the invasion. Fascinated, Escobar teased the agent with his digits until his thumb wormed its way inside.

"Ahh! You bastard! Mmmppphhh..."

"Naughty agent. You must mind your manners before Escobar." He shook his head, as if speaking to a child. With one hand cupping her mouth, the arms-dealer took careful aim and smacked down hard on her exposed bottom. Her cry of agony only encouraged Escobar to continue the loud and humiliating spanking.

"Your... what is the word... yes, your squeals, they are most sexy, my dear." He added, finally pausing to rest his palm on her hot, glowing butt cheeks. "Now, will you be a good Federale? Very well. Turn around, and allow me to examine your pussy."

Degraded and defeated, the Jessica tip-toed on the cool concrete floor until she faced her ex-prisoner. He applied more handcuffs on her left side until she stood naked, spread out in a giant 'X' and bound to the jail metal bars. Satisfied with her immobility, Escobar slid his hand over her crotch, relishing the sensation of her blonde curls on his palm. 

"Spread yourself." He demanded. It was a symbolic gesture, since her legs were already forced apart. Soon, his fingers gained access to her puffy pussy lips. Not entirely surprised by the slick wetness present, Escobar explored her cunt with patience. Before long, two of his fingers were buried deep, right up to the knuckles.

"Delicious, wouldn't you agree?" Escobar complimented, passing his slippery digits from his mouth to Jessica's lips. She parted them reluctantly, and was made to suckle on his fingers. While he happily repeated his visit to her pussy, Escobar returned his attention to Jessica's firm breasts.

He toyed with them, lifting and caressing her mounds. In due time, he lowered his mouth to them and teased her pink nubs with his tongue. The son-of-a-bitch was taking his time, Jessica realized helplessly. She gasped sharply when his hand returned to work on her cunt, until he could feel her juices flowing and subtle, but growing desire, to meet his intruder fingers.

"D-damn you, Escobar."

"This is desirable, yes? I believe you are ready for Escobar." He smiled, tearing off his orange prisoner jumpsuit. The dark tattoos and intense scars over his rippling muscles were a definite source of intimidation for the ATF agent, but her eyes were glued to his full erection, with its raging mushroom head pointed straight at her...

"Do not be concerned, Miss Koch. That perra, the slut... police deputy, was very helpful to give me some... immediate relief. I will not be hurried with you."

He took a step forward, taking his cock and sliding the head slowly along the wet crease of her cunt. The arms-dealer grinned triumphantly when a long moan escaped from the bound agent. Jessica's moan abruptly transformed into a shriek of pleasure when her former prisoner drove deep into her, taking care to slide along her hardened clit.

"Yes, Miss Koch... you are... mine."

***

As he savoured his triumph over the federal agent with each stroke, Hector Escobar was completely oblivious that he had a captive audience two floors above him. The three were watching the TV monitor intently, although the 'hostess' had little say in the matter. A fistful of blonde hair in her hand, Cammy held up the head of the whimpering lieutenant, with the blade of her tactical knife placed under her chin. 

"Even a dumb tart like you should know what's coming. No?" Cammy painfully jerked her head around. "Let me spell it out for you then -- you are our evening sex toy, like the fucking ATF agent." She whispered coarsely into Samantha's ear, enjoying the gasp that escaped her lips. 

"We won't bother to gag you. You know why? If you try to draw any attention, your colleagues will be shot with hollow-point bullets, and we will gun down anyone in our way. Also, in a few minutes, the Knox County Sheriff's Department will be requesting assistance from the State Troopers to locate their missing deputies, so those in the field will be occupied. Do you understand the situation, lieutenant?"

With the charcoal-coloured blade near her throat, the blonde mumbled a response in the affirmative.

"Very good. Believe me, bitch, it's in your best interest to make us happy."

The state lieutenant nodded breathlessly. Samantha had never been held at gunpoint or knifepoint before, and it was all she could do not to burst out in tears. The descent from being in control to being completely powerless was so swift and sudden that her mind was still struggling to comprehend. Then there were the contents of her safe...

Deep in thought, she offered no resistance when 'Romeo' removed her blazer jacket. He had her stand at the edge of her wooden desk, before his massive hand clamped down on the back of her neck and held her face down on the table surface. Armed with a coil of rope, the silent hulk first tied her ankles neatly to the opposing table feet. He allowed for some slack, but her legs would stay spread far apart. 

He left the handcuffs on her, but looped three more twine of rope just above her wrists, elbows, and shoulder blades. Samantha had no idea that her elbows could touch like this -- she was certain that only her experience with hot yoga was allowing her arms to stretch.

Finally, a bright red leather collar was attached to her neck. An exhibition of its choking capability -- when Cammy jerked on the connecting cord -- further motivated the lieutenant to behave. 

After securing her, they kicked back and focused on main event on the TV screen. Samantha noticed the brunette was also engrossed on her phone, sending and receiving messages. Unable to block out the assault of the attractive ATF agent, it wasn't difficult for Samantha to imagine what they would do to her. 

She didn't have to wait long to find out.

As she watched Escobar's fingers plunge up the agent's pussy on screen, Samantha felt her knee-length skirt being hiked upward, ever-so-slowly, past the tops of her black stockings and garter belt, until it was bunched up just over her curvy rump.

"Very sexy." She could feel their eyes drinking in the view of her raised ass, barely covered by her fluorescent yellow, French-cut panties. Samantha managed to stay still when both his hands started on her ankles, glided up her stocking-clad legs, gave extra attention to her buttery-smooth calves, before the giant palms rested on her butt cheeks. 

He began to spread and massage them, slowly but powerfully. She cringed when his fingers traced along the laced edges of her underwear, snapping the elastics loudly against her skin.

"Please..." Samantha started, but then the brunette pulled her up by her hair, forcing her upright. Still dressed in the stolen deputy's uniform, the woman knelt in front of her on the desk, and caressed her frightened face. Leaning closer still, she pulled out the pins to release her long blonde hair from the bun. 

"Beautiful." The brunette nodded, took a strand of hair and rubbed it against her own face. Gazing Samantha in the eyes, she inhaled deeply to relish her mix of subtle perfume and natural scent.

As Escobar bit down on Jessica's tits on the screen, both of Samantha's assailants stepped up their aggression on her. The brunette suddenly gripped her cheeks and kissed her on her lips. As her hot tongue forced its way past Samantha's lips, she felt her blouse being tugged upward.

"If you move... the knife goes through you." Came the hurried warning, in between her raiding kisses. Samantha froze when she heard and felt the tactical knife slicing through her cream-coloured blouse. One by one, the buttons fell noiselessly on the desk.

Without breaking their kiss, the brunette reached past her open blouse and groped hungrily at her firm tits. The state lieutenant gasped when the lacey fabric of her matching yellow bra was raked against her tender nipples.

As the forced lesbian kisses continued, the silent brute's fingers arrived at the gusset of her panties, and he started to stroke her vulnerable pussy through the flimsy material. Following a loud tearing sound, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her dark gray skirt tossed across the room. Startled, she whined in objection -- right into the brunette's mouth, and was largely ignored.

She stiffened at the feel of her panties being yanked upward -- was that her wetness that has matted to her panties? Samantha heard further ripping and felt the cool air greeting her heated pussy. Yet she could still feel the waistband of her panties. It took her a moment to realize he had simply tore through the gusset piece as though it was paper, and left the ruined piece of lingerie on her.

"This pussy is nice and shaved." She heard him report, almost dryly.

As her hands hefted and explored her rich cleavage, his fingers parted her vaginal lips and probed at will. Samantha groaned in heat when -- oh god, that's his tongue! -- slithered across her labia, and dabbed at her waiting clitoris. The bastard was even using her torn panties to wipe off the excessive mixture of fluids. She groaned again as her bra cups were forcefully pushed down, and her large tits spilled forth. Immediately, greedy hands -- both of hers, quickly followed by his -- pawed and squeezed and massaged her large breasts.

"With these babies, I bet you get allll the attention, don't you?" The brunette guffawed. "Answer me when I ask you a question, bitch!"

Blushing, Samantha nodded.

"Captain Barnard, he fucks you all the time, doesn't he?"

The abrupt, piercing accusation sent Samantha into stunned silence. The action on her came to a sudden stop.

"... W-What?... Cap... That -- No, that's not true..." Her half-baked denial was interrupted with a sharp, stinging backhand across her cheeks.

"Don't lie to me, bitch." The brunette snatched up Samantha's blonde hair to ensure their eyes met. "I know you're having affairs -- multiple affairs."

The lieutenant's jaw just lowered. "How do I know this? First, you are such a pushover, there's no fucking way you've actually earned your way up the force. You're just a fucking slut with big titties." She emphasized her charge by pinching her nipples -- hard. Samantha gasped and could not offer any retorts. 

"Second, your lover boy captain can't stop sending you messages. You have 2,400 texts from him just from the last month. Pretty steamy ones too. That's right, our colleague just ran a check on the phone backup data on your computer. So tell me, lieutenant, how many cops are you really fucking? And don't be shittin' me, because if I find out..." She twisted both pink nubs -- hard.

"Ow!! Stop, please... I... it's the captain... the commander......"

"Keep talking, bitch, you have at least one more."

"... and a corporal."

"You fucking whore! Is that it? I'd be really pissed if --" 

"No, I swear!"

"Who's the commander?"

"It's... Field Commander Thomas Everette."

"And the corporal?"

"That... that's Corporal Melissa Holms. She's... my roommate."

"Shit." He whistled, as her cheeks burned with heat.

"Everette and Barnard, are they married?"

"Oh yes. Please, you can't tell anyone...."

"Shut up and listen. We don't have to say a fucking word -- we can just let the pictures and videos on your memory cards and CDs do all the talking." The brunette pointed to the stash from her safe. "You preparing for some leverage if things didn't work out?" Samantha gave a curt nod.

"Well, guess what -- we have your leverage now. Our colleague, the one holding the deputies hostage? Yes, she's already copied the files from this card. Turns out you're no stranger to handcuffs while being fucked." She beamed, ejecting the memory card from her smartphone. 

Samantha's heart sank further when she saw the label -- "C-Nov17" -- the pictures were those of her and the captain in the back of a State police van. Images of their role-playing -- Barnard dominating her, while in uniform -- flashed through her mind. She was now dreading her decision to secretly set her phone to automatically capture their kinky sex...

"Maybe you should think about what this all means -- while we fuck your brains out." Their laughter was bone-chilling. 

Resuming their teamwork, the brunette proceeded to run her knife over both bra straps, and he tore the pieces of the expensive intimates from her body. Then, as if communicating by telepathy, the duo ceased their assault to disrobe. 

Samantha gulped when the brunette rapidly unbuttoned the dark navy police uniform shirt, revealing a black sports bra underneath. With no pretension, she shrugged the shirt off her shoulders, lifted her bra and tossed it aside. 

"Kiss them, lieutenant." She ordered, then took Samantha's face and buried it on her own set of impressive tits.

As she struggled to obey the woman with the knife, Samantha could feel his bare chest muscles pressing against her silky smooth backside. Then there was the wet, hard, lengthy object brushing up her against fingers...

"Play with it." The man hissed behind her. Clumsily, she wiggled her fingers, found a comfortable grip and stroked the massive cock with her bound hands. Without looking back, Samantha knew she had a huge tool in her hands -- and she knew exactly what to do with it. He responded with a series of pleasured grunts, especially when she pressed down on the base of his cock, then grazed his wet mushroom head with her fingertips.

"Lieutenant Slut, you will be a good girl and eat my pussy, won't you?" The new nickname was equally troubling to Samantha as the demand. But there was also the part of her gnawing within to taste this dominant woman...

"Yes."

Her eyes widened with a dark desire when the brunette eased the uniform pants down, then sat on the desk with her legs spread open. She was not wearing any panties. The musky smell was unmistakable, and her womanly cream was already building in anticipation around her own shaved pussy.

"Come here, baby." She smiled, tugging on the red collar.

As her head descended toward the gooey cunt, Samantha could feel him prying his cock from her hands. He was gliding his tool along her ass, before resting against her heat box.

"You're drenched, Lieutenant Slut." He snarled.

"Nnnpphhh--" That was all the policewoman could manage before his ten-incher found its target and penetrated deep inside her, at the same time her mouth was filled with salty heat. Her ravished scream faded into her assailant's dripping, ready pussy.

***

Valerie was confused. It was hard to reconcile the feelings of jealousy, shock, lust, excitement, delight, and... well, primarily lust. Her eyes kept darting back and forth between the two wild scenes on her tablet. Then there were the two squirming, naked female deputies by her feet.

Ten minutes ago, she was floored to see Escobar practically chiseling at the ATF agent with his cock -- Val has never seen someone pump in and out that fast. The bite marks on Jessica's full tits will take time to fade. However, Valerie could tell she orgasmed at least twice during the first round of prolonged fucking.

The proceedings from Lieutenant Samantha Dawson's office were evening more startling -- and intense. Val was glad she caught the gentle chime on her tablet. At first, she couldn't understand why Cammy texted her -- but she quickly caught on and used the policewoman's password to remotely enter her desk computer. 

From there on, it was just a matter of locating the synchronized phone data and searching up the registered owners of the phone number who sent the lieutenant 2,418 messages in 27 days -- Carson & Jacqueline Barnard. There were also the cross-referencing of the State Police roster, the receiving and sorting through the megabytes of pictures sent by Cammy.




Cobra Crew: Freeing Escobar Ch. 05



The process would have been quite mundane, if not for the increasingly-submissive Deputy McNamara kissing her pussy. The intriguing slideshow of the blonde lieutenant handcuffed in the police van and blowing her captain with enthusiasm also spiced things up. The revelation of Samantha's multiple, bi-sexual affairs dropped like a bomb on Val, and her mind was soon teeming with the possibilities of a second mole, this one with the State Police. They had really lucked out tonight.

The bubbly young woman felt left out when her partners-in-crime took it to 'Lieutenant Slut'. A ridiculously buff Ryan pounded the horny slut's pussy from behind, slapping her jiggling booty as he went. Val was flat-out jealous at the pure bliss showing on Cammy's face. Whatever the slut was doing to her boss, it was a runaway success.

"Fuck! They're having all the fun, while I'm stuck here with you two police bitches." Val grumbled, choosing to forget she already hit her third orgasm earlier. The two female sheriffs worried in silence.

"Fuck this! We gonna play another game. Don't you motherfuckers try anything, or I'll be royally pissed and hurt you REALLY bad. Got it?" Her captives nodded rapidly even as the stinging slaps came down on their faces. Subjected to various abuses and bondage for hours, the two policewomen were completely drained when the busty young woman untied enough rope to free them from the '69' position. 

Under the close watch of the silver .40 semi-automatic, Rachel pried herself from her partner to lay face-down on the floor of the van. The spreader bar remained tied to her ankles, and the handcuffs around her wrists, tied behind her back. Sofia soon maneuvered into the same position.

"Move your heads together and start kissing. Go!" Both yelped when something hard landed on their bare asses, first on Rachel, then Sofia. They wiggled about until their lips locked, where they could easily taste the mixture of dried fluids from each other. Their tongues catapulted into action when Val screamed "With your fucking tongues!"

Snickering, Val stepped between her two busy captives and caressed the pair of luscious asses wiggling in the air. For good measure, she fingered their exposed pussy simultaneously to resume the flow of secretion. After several minutes of forced stimulation, the officers were getting turned on again.

Rachel and Sofia thought they were headed for a series of humiliating orgasms again -- until the firm blows came down on their butt cheeks. They both screamed and looked back, to see the wicked young woman smiling at them -- a large, traditional wooden hairbrush in her hand.

"Surprise, bitches! It's a spanking game. There are two rules: I spank you both until one of you come. The loser gets ten more spanks. That's it!" They gasped at the announcement and pleaded, especially the petite Latino officer, whose tender bottom was still recovering from the encounter with Escobar in the police SUV.

"Shut! The fuck UP! and -- get back to locking lips! Now!!" Four sharp smacks put an effective end to the begging. The smacks were loud but applied moderately. Of the two, the strawberry blonde was obviously more sensitive, as her butt cheeks turned to hot crimson only after a dozen thwacks.

"Are you cunts just enjoying this?! You're supposed to cum! After twenty, this thing is landing on your pussies." Val stifled a giggle as she alternated blows on the two cops. After the reminder, it didn't surprise her to see Sofia catching on. Three smacks later, the younger cop was stretching out her handcuffed wrists until her fingers parted her outer pussy lips, while the other digits rubbed her nubby clit. She increased her arousal by jamming her tongue further into her partner's mouth and sucking on her tongue.

Val laughed at the strawberry blonde when she finally realized her partner's strategy. By the time Rachel awkwardly lowered her fingers to her cunt and hesitated, Sofia was already panting hard in lust.

"Oww! You bit me, Sofie... easy... mmmmppphh" Rachel protested, but was cut off when Sofia suckled hard on her tongue. A series of orgasmic wave rippled through the young police officer, just as Val laid down the eighteenth spank on her burning rump. The punishment on her ass magnified her climax, and the cop screamed in pleasure.

"You vicious bitch!" Val commended, ruffling the deputy's dark hair. Just as Sofia's panting was subsiding, her captor pounced on her vulnerable asshole, wiggling down on her crevice with her thumb, not allowing the Latino cop's own fingers to escape from her cunt. The spunky young woman shoved Rachel aside, laid down beside Sofia, and proceeded to exchange long and wet kisses with her.

"Keep going, cunt! You deserve another one."

In thirty seconds, a second wave of orgasm pulsated through Deputy Sofia Cortez. Extremely satisfied but thoroughly exhausted, she could only watch as Val inched forward on her ass, until her long legs were draped over her head. Grinning from ear to ear, Val propelled her wet, engorged labia to the deputy's face and began humping.

"Here's your first place prize, bitch!" To her shell-shocked partner, she added, "Oh, don't worry, I hadn't forgotten about you. Count to ten, honey, or I'm going to lose track..."

Then the hair brush came down on Rachel's reddened ass cheeks.

It took Val longer to reach climax this time, even as the policewoman cried "ten" several times in vain. She kept an close eye on the screen, noted everyone else have hit their releases, and were taking a breather. Again, Val had the feeling of being left out, but moments later, when the familiar surge of bliss rocked through her, she was in a far better mood.

Val had a brief pity moment on her victims and gently wiped them clean. The Latino cop even mumbled 'thanks' when she softly kissed their crimson bums. But by the time she checked the live feeds again, she was amazed to see that second round was already in motion inside the police station. Fuck recovery times, she thought, shaking her head.

The ATF bitch was now on her knees, but still cuffed to the jail cell metal bars. After a lengthy pep talk complete with slaps, threats and dire warnings, she was going down on his pole. Val noticed the ruthless bastard had even put fresh lipstick on her before she started. Jessica was clearly straining just to accommodate his thickness, and could only take three-quarters of his erection before gagging. The arms-dealer just laughed it off and continued to fuck her mouth.

"Give the head a good twist with your delicious tongue, Miss Koch. Yes... fuck! You are performing wonderfully..."

It was also a blowjob for Ryan two floors up. Val was dumbstruck to see Cammy joining in the action with the State Lieutenant. She has never done that before. The two women were on their knees and eye-level with the other, with Samantha busy sucking on his erection like a lollipop. With a villainous smile, Cammy would take the policewoman and tongue-kiss her, before re-positioning her lips over his raging head -- and licked it together with the blonde.

Ryan gasped at the first sensation of the second tongue, and almost came right there. The sight of the two women's ample tits squeezing together -- with their rock-hard nipples grinding against the other -- was rapidly pushing the former linebacker to the edge. He also couldn't remember the last time his calculating, business-like, lesbian boss was so near during one of his fucking, let alone actually pleasuring him. 

"It's a bonus, Romeo. Don't get used to it." She explained with a smile.

"Yes ma'am. Thank you boss." He swallowed and sighed when her hand gently stroked his balls.

Ryan managed to hold out against the super sensations of hot tongues mashing together on his head and their sliding up and down his cock -- if only for a couple more minutes. He should be cumming like a fire hose long ago if he hadn't fucked the horny lieutenant minutes earlier, Val thought. 

She giggled when the hose did come to life, and Cammy had to pull out of the way just in time to avoid the exploding stream of semen. He quietly grunted his delight and moved quickly enough to shoot the rest of his cum into the waiting mouth of the lieutenant. The cop swallowed like a pro and licked away the trickle on her lips.

"Damn." He exhaled catching his breath. "Two hot cops in a day, and..." He trailed off awkwardly, not sure how to show appreciation for her boss.

"Excellent job today, Romeo. Now, can you please clean up after yourself?" Cammy smiled, pointing to the wet wipes. Ryan gladly wiped the remnant of fluids off from himself and from Samantha's cheeks. For good measure, he ran the cool material across her vagina, eliciting sighs of pleasure from the lieutenant.

"Why don't you take a seat, Romeo... and let the ladies play." To the trembling police lieutenant, she added, "Stand up, slut. We still have fifteen minutes, and you are going to tell us about Everette, Barnard, and Holmes."

The lieutenant gulped as she stared down the barrel of the loaded Glock, as it slowly traced down from her forehead, down to her lips and chin. She shivered when the cold steel brushed across her tender nipples.

"Wh-what do you want to know?"



Cobra Crew: Freeing Escobar Ch. 06



The last of the six-part story! An epilogue part is included, to leave some room for a sequel(?). Your feedback and comments are welcomed. Enjoy the read!

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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"Agh! Fuuuuccck!!" Escobar bellowed as he spouted repeatedly into Jessica's mouth. On instinct, the ATF agent tried to pull away, but there was no escape from his vice-like grip on the bundle of her hair at the base of her skull. Her second instinct was to spit out the hot semen, but she had little room to maneuver with his thick tool filling over half of her oral cavity.

"Accept every single drop, agent!" He ordered gravely, as if reading her mind. "Do not dare allow ANY to leave your mouth. Every drop shall bring about a multiple of ten lashes on your pussy."

Jessica responded with an alarmed groan. For emphasis, he added, "Yes, my pet. Ten painful lashes for every drop. I will allow you one minute to avoid such an occurrence." 

Escobar smiled when the sensible agent earnestly bathed his throbbing head with her tongue, and urgently swallowing what she could. The arms-dealer sighed as he savoured the sensations of her twirling tongue and smooching lips, releasing his grip only after his erection softened.

"One minute has passed, Miss Koch." Escobar grinned when the ATF agent made a loud 'pop' sound as she desperately sucked on his exiting cock one last time. They both looked down and saw that it was 'clean', aside from the traces of sparkly, ruby-red lipstick marks. His entire cock was glistening with her saliva. 

But unbeknown to Jessica, a gob of thick cum had already escaped from the corner of her mouth. Escobar had set her up for a challenge she had no chance of meeting.

"Parra malo!" Escobar feigned anger at the 'discovery', and used his fingers to scoop up the sticky liquid and shoved it back into her mouth. "Suck them clean, you bitch!" Escobar demanded, and toyed with her tongue before withdrawing and slapping the defenseless agent twice across her cheeks.

Jessica cried out softly and glared back in defiance, but her humiliation and fear was very visible. With her wrists and ankles cuffed behind her to the metal bars, the blonde agent knew she was entirely in his mercy. Kneeling on the holding cell floor, she was keenly aware of her lewdly-spread -- and vulnerable -- vagina. 

"Miss Koch, your performance, your... blowjob, as you Americans call it, was simply magnificent. It is ... a shame, as you also like to say, that Escobar must give you ten lashes to your pussy." He searched through the bag and came up with a brown leather belt. Jessica screamed in shock when he whipped the belt hard on the ground, inches from her pussy.

"No wait, please, Escobar, y-you can't hit me... there with that, that thing. It'll split me open... AHH!" She screamed again when the belt bore down even closer. She was already backed up to the metal bars.

"Unfortunately, you are correct. I have performed many times in the past, and the results are... messy." She stared at him blankly, unable to tell if he was bluffing. "I am also certain you will scream loud and annoying sounds, so I must silence you during your... discipline." He made another show of ruffling through the bag, and returned with a large, pink rubber ball gag. He pounced on her lips again with his before forcing her jaws open.

"No, uhh, noo, puh-lease, Es-co...bar, I-- do-anny...phing" She panted desperately as the rubber ball approached. He appeared bemused, and released his grip.

"Anything? Are you proposing a counter-offer to Escobar?"

"Agh, please don't hit-- No, AHH you bastard!" The belt came down again, this time making contact with her inner thigh, instantly turning the patch of skin crimson. Tears streamed from her beautiful emerald eyes.

"Pleading is not a counter-offer, Miss Koch!!" He thundered, before quickly dropping to a whisper. "This is your final opportunity. What do you propose?"

For the second time tonight, Jessica came to the dreadful realization she had no options. She has already made a deal with the devil, and would have to do so again. Determined to survive and play the game, she wetted her lips and looked up at her tormentor helplessly.

"Escobar, I will do whatever you want, in exchange for not whipping me."

"Very well." His friendly smile returned. "You can masturbate for me. I wish to see you bringing yourself to an orgasm."

Her heart sank again, but she stopped herself from swearing at him.

"NO further delays: masturbate, or receive your lashes. What shall it be, Miss Koch?"

"I... I will... do the former." She uttered slowly, fully defeated. As much as she loathed the idea of stimulating herself in front of the Mexican, it was clearly the lesser of two evils.

"Oh no, Miss Koch. Tell Escobar exactly what you are to do." He replied with a hearty laugh.

"I... I will mas-masturbate. And... cum. For you, Escobar."

"Magnificent." He commended, before taking her by the hair and slapping her face with his hanging member. He laughed crudely as the blonde squeezed her eyes shut to the humiliation.

"You will need your left hand for this, I suppose." He said with nonchalance, as he released her left wrist from the handcuffs. Then he retreated to the bench and sat back.

"You may commence, Miss Koch. Do not forget the consequences of a... half-assed job." For effect, the belt whipped down on the floor again.

"Wear your bello smile and make yourself very, very sexy for Escobar."

With a deep breath, the ATF agent plastered on her best smile for the former prisoner. Then she willed her free hand to squeeze her tender breasts, soothing her sore, hardened nipples, before going down between her legs.

The wetness waiting there came as no surprise to her, since Escobar had penetrated and came in her earlier. But one touch with her fingers and Jessica knew her own juices were still flowing. Being dominated by the bastard was turning her on.

Instead of confronting her moral dilemma, Jessica sought escape. Her eyes closed, the blonde imagined she was home alone in her shower -- and began to rub her sensitive clit.

Three feet away, Escobar licked his chops, determined to commit to memory every single detail of his triumph.

***

Ryan checked the ropes on the policewoman one more time. His double knots were secure -- Samantha was not going anywhere without some serious help. He reached out and pinched her exposed nipples, and was pleased with the quiet, muffled response.

The state lieutenant, wearing nothing but her torn stockings, was bound spread-eagle to her desk. Her hands were tied to two desk legs above her head, and rope were laced around her ankles to the other legs of the desk. 

They had shifted the table so that Samantha's would-be rescuers would be treated to a ravishing view of her dripping pussy. On closer examination, they would hear and see the active egg-shaped vibrator buried deep inside of her. Upon further examination, they would discover a chrome butt plug occupying her asshole.

It would be a while before her rescuers could communicate with her -- Cammy had wrapped duct tape around her head, creating an excessive blindfold. Her mouth was similarly taped shut, but only after stuffing Samantha's mouth with her own pair of yellow panties and bra.

As a final touch, Ryan intertwined some wires to the phone charger cable, then connected them to the policewoman's work cell phone. On the other end, he tied the wires to the buzzing vibrator -- completing the dangerous-looking illusion for the State Police bomb disposal squad to deal with. It was an easy way to distract the authorities, so they simply told the lieutenant they had her booby-trapped.

"Goodbye, Lieutenant Slut." Cammy whispered in her ear. "Thank you for sharing the intimate details of your affairs with us. I'm thinking some parts of tonight can be kept between us. Do you want us to keep your dirty little secret, you fucking whore?"

The policewoman's head bopped up and down repeatedly. 

"Yeah? Oh, but it will cost you, Lieutenant Slut. Are you willing to pay a price for us to keep your dirty little secret?" 

She bopped her head madly again.

"Very good, slut. And do you still remember the e-mail we gave you?"

Another nod.

"The moment they make you change your password, send it to us. Remember, we'll be watching. One wrong move and we will post everything online, got it?"

"Mmmpph-hmmm"

"That's a good little slut. Now stay quiet and enjoy the ride -- the battery's good all night." She patted the humming vibrator, causing the cop to moan in lust. 

"We'll be in touch." Cammy gave her twat one last slap and nodded to Ryan, who nodded affirmatively in silence. They were both fully dressed again and ready to go. 

"Vixen, come in. We are heading out. Can you confirm LA2 is clear?"

"-- Hold, Cobra, do not proceed, I repeat, hold. Standby." The pair looked up at each other in alarm. A long thirty seconds passed by before Val's voice returned through the headset. "LA2 is now clear, I repeat, LA2 is now clear. Building cameras show your path is clear."

Relieved, the duo exited the office and locked the door behind. Cautiously, they pushed the two carts of evidence to the elevator, but the floor was deserted. It wasn't until they were inside the elevator before Cammy spoke again.

"Report, Vixen. What the hell happened?"

"Escobar was late to the party, he took out the guard just as you called. You can probably guess why the motherfucker was late."

***

Escobar couldn't help but turn around one more time. It was eight minutes past one, and the arms-dealer has always pride himself on being punctual. Tonight will be an exception.

The ATF agent who tormented him for months was exactly where he left her, inside the locked holding cell. How he wished he could take her, even for another twenty-four hours. He would derive much gratification -- and treasured information -- from the talented federal agent. This, unfortunately, was not an option, as he expects to be back on his Mexican turf by this time tomorrow.

"Hasta luego, my cariño." He called out, and smiled at her winced expression from afar. The truth is, he was not going to see her again for a long time -- if ever, since any subsequent visits to the United States would be extremely risky. But the agent didn't need to know that, he decided.

After watching the striking Jessica finger herself to an intense climax, Escobar had to shake off the consuming thoughts of fucking her again. Instead, he got dressed in the blood-wine Armani Exchange dress shirt and fitted black pants with silver stripes. It was a relief to be wearing some real clothes, he decided as he tied the shoelaces on the leather loafer.

He did, however, have a parting 'gift' for the ATF agent. Escobar forced her to kneel on the floor while the rest of her body was bent over on the cot. He made her stretch out her arms and handcuffed them to the head of the cot.

With her ankles still cuffed apart to the jail cell bars behind her, Jessica came to the realization that her wiggling ass and puffy twat were far too vulnerable. She was proven correct after her mouth was filled with the pink ball gag, when Escobar returned with the police baton with its top all greased up with a clear lubricant.

Escobar enjoyed the horrifying cries from the frightened agent when he placed the cool tip at the entrance of her anus. Just as it seemed he was ready to sodomize her, Escobar lowered the baton and penetrated her cunt instead.

He chuckled at her reaction. The arms-dealer did consider torturing her, of course, but he was a believer in rewarding good behaviours. He also had no intentions of breaking his promise to the lovely Miss Cobra. He amused himself by pumping her with the police stick several times, and marveled at the way her pussy lips appeared to swallow the black, matte baton. He worked about one-third of the way in, and left the rest of the equipment perching on the horizontal jail bar. 

"Adios, Special Agent Jessica Colleen Koch." He said, and licked her all over her face. With much reluctance, Escobar exited the holding cell and slammed the gate shut. He was surprised to hear an additional set of locks being engaged on the cell several seconds later.

Curious, he made his way to the control station, where the computer screen told him that Holding Cell One was on "Code Red Lockdown Mode - Level 5 Override Required". Apparently it was programmed to secure on exit, and according to the notes affixed to the controls, two State Police Majors are now required to enter their authorization codes for the cell to unlock. 

Miss Koch wasn't going anywhere for a while, Escobar thought.

One final peek at the bound and naked agent later, the Mexican national finally slipped out into the hallway, carefully letting the electronically-controlled door close behind him. Slinging the travel bag over his shoulder, he checked the Taser he had in his hand.

The lone sentry looked up from his novel just in time to see a well-dressed man fire something at him. The dual darts drove through his jacket, his shirt, and broke through his skin. A split second later, electric current flowed through his body, incapacitating him.

As the guard slipped off of his chair, Escobar pounded on the top of his head with the butt of the 9mm, knocking him out cold. Escobar found his holstered weapon, a Glock 19. After he threw the cartridge into his bag, and left the gun behind. 

"Too rushed to take the Glock, Mr. Escobar? Or do you not like them?" The brunette asked pointedly, when the pair stepped into Loading Area 2 a minute later, carts of evidence in tow.

"My sincere apologies, Miss Cobra. I was... delayed. Lo siento Mucho." He humbly took a slight bow, which seemed to appease her. "And I have no ill will for the Glock semi-automatic pistols. They are fine lethal weapons. I simply have no need for more guns today."

Escobar pointed at the crates of weapons and suitcases of cash. They all saw the satisfied expression on each other's faces, and exchanged smiles.

"Looks like we all got what we came here for... and more. Gentlemen, let's get the fuck out of here."

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Throwing her laptop bag on the sofa, Special Agent Jessica Koch rushed to the study room and immediately turned on her home computer. She massaged her throbbing forehead as the machine booted up. It was another full day of interviews, the eleventh since three weeks ago -- the day her life was turned upside-down.

Interview days were extra draining, since they forced her to relive the experiences over and over again. She just wanted to jump into the shower, relax with a glass of wine, finish reading her mindless romance novel, and go to bed. It worked out that she did not have to visit her mother at the hospital this evening.

Before she could unwind, however, she needed to check her bank account. Jessica was surprised to see the princely sum of money deposited into her account after her "deal" with the Cobra Crew, even backdated to a week prior to minimize suspicions. But for the last week, she knew the daily hospital expenses were catching up, and that she would be in the red again by the end of day tomorrow.

When her account information finally came up, the ATF agent saw another five-figure amount was deposited earlier in the day.

"Shit." She whispered, both relieved and dismayed at the same time.

"Something wrong, agent?"

The familiar female voice from the doorway caused Jessica to jump up in shock. She spun around to see the leader of the Cobra Crew standing in the doorway, casually pointing a Browning M1911 pistol at her. It was the same bureau-issued weapon that was taken from her.

"What-- what are you doing here? How the hell did you get in?"

"Watch your mouth, agent." The brunette frowned. "Or I might take your panties and stuff 'em there."

"I'm sorry. I didn't--" Jessica breathed, her heart thumping wildly. "I'm sorry, Miss Cobra."

"That's better." Her smile returned, and she waved her gun toward the screen. "What, you didn't think we'd keep our end of the deal?"

"No, I..." She bit her lips. "No, I don't know, Miss Cobra. I don't know what to think."

"Don't think, agent. You do exactly what we tell you." 'Cobra' paused, letting her words sink in. "Now, take off your jacket."

Jessica froze, but the brunette kept her friendly smile.

"Don't think, agent. Off. With. Your. FUCKING. Jacket."

Snapped from her trance, the ATF agent leaned forward in her chair and shrugged off her beige business suit. She trembled in her silk sleeveless top, but it wasn't because of the temperature.

"Very good. Now stand up and lose your pants."

With a tint of scarlet seeping into her cheeks, the blonde unbuttoned her matching pants, pulled down the zipper, and watched the soft fabric drop down to her ankles. She saw that Cobra was instantly drawn to her choice of underwear -- a stingy pair of tangerine-coloured thong.

"Are you expecting company, agent?" A look of both amusement and fascination appeared on her face.

"No, Miss Cobra." She replied, shuffling her feet.

"Are you having an affair? With another woman?"

"NO!" It was an immediate and forceful denial. "... especially not with... another woman."

"Really? I could've sworn you had a pretty intense orgasm with the deputy that night. Uh-uh--" The brunette held up her hand and quieted the flustered blonde. "I am not here to have a debate with you, agent. Get down on your hands and knees."

"What? Why?" Jessica reacted, suddenly mindful of the Browning pistol pointed at her.

"Agent," She sighed with exasperation. "You're really testing my patience. You're going to do what you're told, understood? Now for the last time, down on your FUCKING hands and knees. We are going to your bedroom."

Jessica trembled at those last words. Silently, she did as she was told, and found herself looking up at the shapely intruder. 'Cobra' gestured with the gun, and observed with pleasure as the humiliated agent crawled out of the study room.

As she awkwardly advanced down the hallway and up the wooden stairs, the narrow strip of fabric between her legs was working itself into her ass crack -- and grinding against her sensitive mound. Jessica bit down on her lips in an attempt to ignore the sensations.

The brunette followed the swaying butt cheeks with no sense of urgency -- until Jessica had reached the top of the stairs. There, 'Cobra' suddenly lashed out with a powerful swat at those inviting buttocks, sending the unsuspecting agent face-first into the carpet.

"Keep going." The brunette spanked her again, leaving a pair of red hand marks on each side. More shamed than hurt, Jessica blinked her tears away and continued toward her room.

The half-naked ATF agent gasped aloud when she saw what awaited her. All of her drawers were open, and her most secret and risqué pieces of lingerie were neatly laid out on the mattress, along with pairs of pantyhose. Her one and only sex toy, a white dildo, was standing on the night table, next to two full glasses of red wine. Jessica knew 'Cobra' had spent some time thoroughly exploring her room, since she had just carefully concealed the dildo at the bottom of her dresser this morning -- after using it on herself last night.

Then there were the dual pair of hinged handcuffs hanging from the railing of her bed frame. Two of the metal cuffs were already snapped around the piece of solid oak, while the rotating cuff arms of the other halves hung open, waiting to be occupied.

"Chianti, vintage. A gift from the three of us." 'Cobra' called out from behind her, referring to the expensive Italian wine. "Go ahead, agent, finish your glass."