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Deep Undercover Ch. 01

By: soflabbwlvr



Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are fictitious and over the age of eighteen. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

Captain James Hendricks scowled at the Miami Police detectives sitting across from him. Detective Levan Harris, the younger of the two, opened the file and flipped through photographs while his partner, Detective Carlos Espinoza, summarized the plan for the fourth time.

"I know it's risky," Espinoza said. "I know we've already lost one officer and two informants while trying to infiltrate the Las Casas organization."

"Without a goddamned trace," Hendricks snarled. "And without producing a scintilla of admissible evidence."

"This is our best chance to get close to the target," Espinoza countered. "All she has to do is plant the bug and get out."

"How reliable is your information?"

"I told you--it's good. He's never lied to me or withheld anything useful--not once."

"What do you have on him?"

"Three parole violations. If we take him in, he's going away for life."

"Can you vouch for him, Harris?"

"I can't attest to his reliability, Captain, but I was the one who caught him moving product, so I am certain of his motivation." Harris pulled the informant's rap sheet from the file and handed it to Hendricks. "I don't know if he would lie, but he has ample reason to cooperate."

"You two do realize, I hope, that if anything goes wrong your careers are as good as over," Hendricks said. "We have concurrent jurisdiction with the Feds in coastal waters. The Coast Guard, the FBI the DEA and ICE will be all over our asses if you fuck this up. I won't be able to save you. Hell, I won't be able to save myself."

"Relax, Captain, relax," Espinoza responded. "We've covered all the bases."

"I don't like it," Hendricks wipes his brow. "Does it have to be a fucking cadet?"

"No one else could pass," Harris answered. "Every woman who works at Renee's is under 25, has a rock hard body, and is gorgeous. We don't have a detective young enough or pretty enough to get inside."

"How about a uniformed officer? We have over seventy female officers in this department. At least one of them has to be hot enough. You can't tell me they all belong in the K-9 unit."

"Captain, we have as many attractive women working in the department as an organization this size reasonably should have," Harris answered. "But there are none who are both young enough and sexy enough. Not a one. If we send somebody who doesn't meet the profile, she'll be made immediately, and probably our informant, too. We can't take that chance."

"I don't like it."

"Just talk to her," Espinoza pleaded. "Talk to her first, and then decide."

"I'll talk to her, but I can tell you right now I'm going to say no. The risk is too great."

"I'll go get her," Harris stood up and walked toward the door. "One second."

Hendricks reached for the file and reviewed the notes. He looked at the informant's mug shots and rap sheet, and then pulled out the surveillance photographs, the most recent of which were two years old. He closed the file and stroked his goatee just as Harris returned with a young woman wearing a police cadet's uniform.

Despite tailoring designed to render the clothing as sexless and unappealing as possible, the shapely young woman looked stunning in the pressed blue uniform. Her small breasts stood up firm and proud while a hint of nipple protruding through her shirt emphasized her femininity. Her long legs were covered by creased blue pants that failed to hide the swell of her hips and the round curves of her ass. Her auburn hair was tied up and pinned tight against her head. She wore no jewelry or make-up on her golden skin. A light smattering of freckles on her cheeks and nose made her appear even younger than her twenty-two years.

"Captain Hendricks," Harris said, "I present to you Cadet Dana Alvarado."

Hendricks stood up and extended his hand. A low whistle escaped his lips as he eyed the woman up and down.

Harris turned to the young woman. "Cadet Alvarado, Captain Hendricks."

Alvarado took the older man's hand and gave it a firm shake.

"Be seated," Hendricks said. "Let's get this over with so I can get on with my day."

"Tell me about yourself, Alvarado."

"Well, Captain, where would you like me to start?"

"How about, where were you born?"

"Here in Miami, sir. I'm second generation Cuban-American. My father is from Havana, my mother is American."

"Go on."

"Yes, sir. I graduated from Hialeah High. After that I attended Florida International University, where I majored in Criminal Justice. I entered the Academy right out of school. I hope to be a detective, and eventually I will go to law school so I can become a prosecutor."

"You must look damn good in a bikini, Alvarado. I can see why Espinoza and Harris recommended you for this assignment."

"Thank you, sir." Dana blushed while trying to hide her involuntary smile.

"How much do you know about the operation?"

"Not much, sir. Only that it requires a female officer to go undercover in a bathing suit, sir."

"In other words, Alvarado, nothing. Espinoza, tell her the rest of this so-called plan."

"Of course, Captain." Espinoza turned his chair toward Alvarado.

"We have been tracking the Las Casas drug cartel for the past two years. The leader of the cartel is a Columbian, Jorge Las Casas. His top lieutenant is another Columbian, Arquilio Crespo. We believe that Crespo heads the Las Casas operation in Florida. He lives in Honduras, but he travels between Las Casas bases throughout the Caribbean. The Las Casas organization is responsible for over seventy-five percent of the cocaine that moves through Miami-Dade County. The cartel is also behind at least six murders that we know of, including a cop and two informants.

"We have information that on the twenty-third of this month Crespo will be hosting a party on his yacht. That ship will be parked somewhere off the Florida coast where it will be accessible to his guests and associates."

"Probably just inside the Gulf Stream," Harris interjected. "Our intelligence says that's as close to shore as he likes to venture."

"Whatever," Hendricks said. "Go on, Espinoza."

"As I was saying, at 8:00 a.m. on the twenty-third, a fishing boat will be leaving the Coconut Grove Marina. On that boat will be two crews from Renee's Catering. The first group of eight women and one man will include the serving women and the chef. The chef is our informant. He's going to get you on that boat."

"Who's in the other crew?" Alvarado asked.

"Prostitutes," Espinoza answered. "Renee's Catering is really a front for an escort service owned by Las Casas. That's why we can get you in as a server--Renee's has no regular employees, just stringers who work on an as-needed basis. Our man, the chef, will drug one of the serving girls and you'll take her place."

"OK. Then what?"

"You'll be carrying a bug and a transmitter. We need for you to plant the transmitter somewhere on the deck. It doesn't matter where, just somewhere out of sight. And then we need you to plant the bug somewhere inside, either in the main cabin, the conference room, or the entertainment salon. Just get in, plant the bug, and get out. We'll pick you up at the dock when the boat returns."

"Sounds simple enough. Just one question--why doesn't the chef plant the bug?"

"Crespo's goons will be watching him," Harris answered. "They won't be suspicious of a serving girl in a bikini."

"A bikini?"

"The serving girls will all be wearing bikinis. Very small bikinis, actually. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Um, no, but where will I carry my weapon?"

"Thank you, Alvarado," Hendricks interrupted. "Go ahead, Espinoza, tell her this part."

"You won't be carrying a weapon. Or a radio. Or a phone."

"That's why I hate this fucking plan, detectives." Hendricks shook his head. "She won't be able to carry a goddamned weapon and she can't fucking contact us."

"The chef will have a gun packed in his supplies," Harris said. "If a situation develops, you can go to the galley and retrieve it. And you can always talk into the bug."

"Do you hear that, Alvarado?" Hendricks asked. "You can go to the galley and retrieve a weapon. That's beautiful. What I want to know is, what if she can't get to the fucking galley?"

"Can I ask a question?"

"Go ahead, Alvarado," Hendricks answered.

"Why are we handling this operation? Why not turn this over to the Feds?"

"The Feds don't care about Crespo." Espinoza slammed his files on Hendricks' desk. "They're after Las Casas. As far as they're concerned, Crespo can shit all over this county and we get to wipe his ass. They don't care about our murders--not even our dead cop."

"Is that why we aren't working with them?"

"Damn straight. Crespo's going to answer for taking out Detective Trujillo."

"I see. I'm in. I'll do it."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Hendricks bellowed. "No. We're not doing it. It's off. You're dismissed, Alvarado. Espinoza and Harris, I want a word with the two of you."

Cadet Alvarado stood up and headed for the door. She reached for the handle and pulled.

"Alvarado," Hendricks called. "I'm expecting big things from you. Don't let me down."

"Yes, sir," Alvarado answered, blushing. She stepped through the doorway and closed the door behind her.

"That girl has balls," Hendricks remarked. "I can see why you thought she's capable of pulling this off."

"Sir, this will be Crespo's first visit to this jurisdiction since last April," Espinoza said. "If we let him go, it could be years until we get another shot at him. The Feds aren't going to help us. We owe it to Trujillo's widow."

"Don't play the grieving widow card, Espinoza."

"He was my partner, damn it, and I promised Yolanda we would catch his killers."

"We will, Espinoza, in due time." Hendricks said.

"Sir," Harris said. "Will you think about it, at least?"

"I'll take it under advisement. Now get out of here, I have work to do."

"Yes sir."

The two detectives stuffed their loose papers into files and headed for the door.

"Espinoza," Hendricks said without looking up from his computer screen.

"Yes?"

"Give my best to Yolanda."

"Yes, sir."

"Now get out of here."

Espinoza and Harris filed out of the Captain's office.

* * * *

Three nights later Harris and Espinoza met at their favorite rendezvous, Candee's. Espinoza liked Candee's because the eight foot high wall of concrete block surrounding the parking lot afforded a measure of privacy, the lighting inside the club was almost non-existent, and the music was so loud that there was no chance of his conversations being overheard. Over years of patronage Espinoza also managed to develop relationships with some of the dancers, who whispered rumors into his ear while he stuffed twenty dollar bills into their garter belts and panties.

Espinoza ordered a draft beer for Harris and a double scotch on the rocks for himself. After the waitress returned with the drinks, Espinoza nudged Harris and pointed to his ear. Harris turned, looked at Espinoza, and leaned in his direction.

"I think Crespo may be moving his party up a week," Espinoza said.

"Did the chef tell you that?"

"I haven't spoken to him yet."

"Then how do you know?"

"A little kitty let it slip."

"Is Crespo stocking his party with Candee's strippers?" Harris asked.

"No. The entertainment is still coming from Renee's, as far as I know."

"Then what does she know?"

"Jackson, the owner, was supposed to be gone all day on the twenty-third and twenty-fourth. He's changed his plans--now it's the sixteenth and seventeenth."

"So?"

"He's on the guest list for Crespo's party."

"I see," said Harris. "Why didn't the chef say anything?"

"I don't know, but I'll find out when we get out of here."

"Damn, if that's true then we only have ten days to get everything in place."

Two women wearing only bras and g-strings approached the table. Espinoza grabbed the taller of the two, a slender African-American woman who called herself "Black Diamond." The shorter woman, a buxom blonde who went by the name "Precious" settled onto Harris' lap. Espinoza slipped a twenty into the woman's garter belt before his roaming hands explored the woman's dark, glitter-covered skin. Harris slipped a ten into the blonde's g-string and then buried his face in her neck.

"Hey, Harris," Espinoza called over the woman's shoulder. "Is your girlfriend still on board?"

"Of course," Harris answered without looking up. "Without her, we wouldn't have anything to discuss."

Espinoza kissed a trail from Black Diamond's collar bone to her breast. He swallowed her small orb, and then bit down on her nipple. The dark woman gasped.

"Stop that," she cooed in an unconvincing manner. "You know you're going to make me cum."

"So why should I stop? You say that like it's a bad thing."

"It is. If other guys see you doing that, they'll think they can get away with it, too."

Espinoza released the nipple, but then kissed his way to her other breast and repeated the procedure. Black Diamond ground her crotch on his thigh and gasped.

"Enough," she said. "You have to stop."

Espinoza released the nipple and looked over his shoulder at Harris, whose face was buried between the busty blonde's breasts while his hands were kneading her naked buttocks. Her g-string sat in a crumpled heap on the table.

"Harris," Espinoza called.

"Not now, I'm busy," a muffled voice responded.

"I just wanted to say, that was a pretty convincing performance Dana put on in front of the Captain."

"She's good. We can count on her."

"Make sure she's available if that date really is moved up a week."

"Don't worry--Dana's all in. She'll make it work."

"I'm counting on her. She's the key."

"Relax. She's on board. She knows how much this operation means to me. This is my best chance all year to earn that Sergeant's badge. If we can bring in Crespo, it's promotion time."

"You better hope so, Harris. If you don't make it this year, one of those up and comers like Sullivan or Taylor is going to pass you by."

"I'm well aware of my situation. You don't need to remind me."

Harris slipped a long dark finger between the blonde's legs and rubbed it against her slit. Within seconds his fingertip was glistening with her juice. The blonde shook her head from side-to-side, but Harris ignored her admonition. She tried to back away, but Harris' held her in place with his strong right arm. After several seconds he removed his finger, held it to his nose, and then held it in front of the dancer's mouth. Her tongue flicked out and licked the finger. She smiled, and then leaned forward and kissed him.

"Watch out," Espinoza teased Harris. "If Precious gets hold of that black dick, she might not let go."

"You'd best be worrying about your own shit," Harris answered. "I'm handling my business. By the way, are you still banging Yolanda?"

"Twice a week. Where do you think I'm going after I talk to the chef?"

"I don't blame you. Keep it wet, my friend, keep it wet."

* * * *

Espinoza turned onto Yolanda Trujillo's street a little after midnight. The security light came on as soon as he pulled his car into the driveway. The garage door opened as he shut off the engine. He got out of the car and entered the house through the opened garage, which closed behind him as soon as he was inside.

The house was dark. A soft hand took his and pulled him into the kitchen. As soon as he was inside he was enveloped in a tight embrace by a curvy woman in a silk negligee. She looked up and kissed him, pushing her tongue into the back of his mouth.

"I wasn't expecting you tonight, Carlos," Yolanda whispered. "And I don't think you were expecting me, either."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you smell like whore," she answered. "Cheap perfume, discount make up, and coconut oil lotion--you've been to the strip club. Some island girl was rubbing her body all over you. I used to smell that on Ivan on all the time."

"I'm going to smell like you when I leave."

"Oh, so you think, Detective Espinoza?"

"I'm going to have your scent all over me, from head to toe--starting with my face."

Espinoza kissed Yolanda on the neck and then continued lower, past her breasts, down her belly and to her crotch. He pulled her panties to the floor and buried his face in her pussy.

"Let's go to the bedroom, Carlos. I don't want to the kids to catch us."

"Right behind you."

* * * *

An hour later Espinoza got up and grabbed his clothes.

"Is that it? You just came over here to fuck me and now you're leaving already?" Yolanda sat up in the bed.

"You know I can't stay."

"Of course. Your wife."

"Once the divorce is final I'll be able to do whatever I want, but until then I have to sleep in my own bed."

"You can fuck in my bed, but you have to sleep in your own bed? That doesn't make any fucking sense."

"She's being--difficult. And her lawyer is a real cunt. She wants my balls mounted in her trophy case."

"So tell me, Carlos, was that the only reason you came over tonight? Just to tear up my pussy? Or do you have something for me?"

"Well, Yolanda, I was going to wait until it's final. But since you asked, yes I do have something. We're putting together an operation to go after Crespo. I can't tell you the details, but within two weeks or a month at the most, we should have enough put him away for life--maybe even get him an appointment with Ole Sparky."

"That's wonderful news, Carlos. Why didn't you mention it sooner?"

"We're still working it out. It has to go through channels, you know."

"I wish you would have told me that earlier. I probably would have let you put it in my ass after hearing that news."

"I guess I should have led with that."

"Come back to bed, Carlos. I think I feel like celebrating."

"Yolanda. I can't."

"Where would you rather be? Here, fucking my tight round ass, or home with that bitch of a wife who wants to castrate you?"

"I can't stay."

"I see. OK. Go ahead, go home. I'll take care of my situation myself. I can go on the internet. I'm sure it won't be too hard to find some big strong man who wants to come over here and shove his hard cock up my tight little asshole. I'll be fine. Good night, Carlos."

"Yolanda."

"Make sure you lock the door on your way out."

"OK, you win. Get out the lube."

"I think I'm out. Get my lotion off the counter in the bathroom. And don't keep me waiting."

"I'll be back before you're even in position."

"Please hurry. I'm so fucking horny."

* * * *

Three days later Alvarado met Harris and Espinoza at a little Jamaican restaurant in North Miami. Espinoza ordered food from the counter while Harris grabbed four Red Stripe lagers and two ginger beers from the self-service cooler. Alvarado set up the booth with napkins and plastic ware. Harris handed the two ginger beers to Alvarado, and set the Red Stripes between himself and Espinoza. Espinoza was the last one to return to the booth. He was carrying a plastic cafeteria tray loaded down with curry goat, jerk pork, meat patties, peas and rice, and coco bread.

"Don't keep us waiting, coño," Harris chided Espinoza. "What did the Captain say?"

"He said it's a go," Espinoza answered. "We're on."

Alvarado distributed the food. When she was done, Espinoza and Harris each had huge piles of the savory meat and rice on their plates, while hers contained a single meat patty.

"Is that all you're eating?" Harris asked.

"If I'm going to be on a boat all day wearing a bikini around all those beautiful women, then I'm not touching any of that," Alvarado answered, pointing to the mounds of food on the men's plates. "In fact, I shouldn't even be eating this."


Deep Undercover Ch. 01



"Relax, baby," Harris said as he spooned some of his food onto her plate. "I'm sure none of those sluts looks any hotter than you. And besides, it's still a week away. You've got plenty of time to lose the weight."

"You don't know what it's like. If I'm carrying even one extra pound, those bitches will talk. They'll point fingers and giggle every time I walk by. And then I'll get pissed off and throw one of them overboard, and that'll blow my cover."

"Just stay alert, keep your eyes open and your mouth shut. If anything goes wrong, we're going to have a hard time getting you out of there."

"What do you mean, 'if anything goes wrong?' I thought you said nothing could go wrong?"

"Dana, things can always go wrong," Espinoza answered. "We plan for that."

"All of a sudden I'm feeling a little less confident about this operation. I thought the two of you had all the details worked out."

"We do, baby, we do," Harris said. "But there are always variables that we can't control."

"Hold on. Stop. I don't think I want to do it."

"Dana, we won't let anything happen to you."

"Do you trust me, baby?" Harris asked.

"Yes."

"We'll take care of you," Espinoza said.

"It's just ... I ... I'll be out there all alone."

"Once you activate the bug, we'll be able to monitor everything. We'll have you covered. Don't worry." Espinoza set down his empty beer bottle.

"Baby, I promise. We'll be minutes away. Nothing will happen. I would never let anything happen to you."

"I know you wouldn't. I know. OK. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I was just ... I'm sorry."

"It's OK. I understand. Carlos, can you give us a minute?"

"Sure."

Carlos opened his second beer and walked outside for a second.

"What is it, Dana?"

"I'm better. I just panicked for a second. I'm not really trained for this, you know."

"You impressed the Captain. He wouldn't have approved this operation if he didn't think you could do it."

"You're right. I only have three more weeks, and then I'll be an official member of the Miami PD. I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be, I guess."

"Are we good?"

"Yes. Go get Carlos.

"I'll be right back."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Dana."

* * * *

Carlos and Dana arrived at Levan's apartment at 5:00 a.m. on Saturday morning. Dana poured coffee while Carlos and Levan spread out the Crespo file in the living room. Dana passed mugs to Carlos and Levan, and then set hers on the coffee table. She dumped three teaspoons of sugar into her cup, topped it off with half and half, and then sat on the floor with her back to an old lounge chair.

"Hand me those photos, Dana," Carlos said.

Dana picked up the photos that were stacked next to her feet and handed them to Carlos. She then returned to her previous position with her back against the chair and her feet spread wide, her legs splayed at a ninety-degree angle.

"Pay attention, everyone," Carlos said. "We only have an hour to go over everything."

"We've been over the entire operation I don't know how many times already," Dana protested. "I can recite Carlos' entire speech in my sleep."

Dana leaned to her left, folding her torso over her extended leg. She held that position for five seconds, straightened her torso, and then repeated the movement with her right leg.

"Dana," Levan barked. "This is important."

"I'm sorry ... I'm a little edgy this morning. Stretching helps me relax."

"We don't have time," Levan pleaded.

"I said I'm sorry. OK? Continue."

Carlos held up a photograph of a scruffy male in his mid-thirties with unkempt black hair and a bushy mustache.

"This is Julio, a/k/a 'the chef.' He's your contact. Don't speak to him, look at him, or in any way acknowledge him unless he speaks to you first. Understand?"

"Yes."

"There can't be any indication to anyone that the two of you know each other."

"Understood."

Carlos held up a photograph of a well-dressed older man with blonde hair styled in a very bad comb-over.

"This is Bryan Jackson. He owns strip clubs all over South Florida. We suspect that he's helping Crespo launder Las Casas' money through his clubs. If he's there, then this party is the real deal. Keep your ears open if you see him. Pay attention to whomever he's talking to."

"Yes, sir."

Carlos held up a photograph of a stocky black man with a shaved head, a goatee and a mustache.

"This is Franklin Davis. He's Crespo's electronics specialist. Do not let him see you planting the bug or the transmitter. Don't let anyone see you, but especially don't let him see you."

"Gotcha."

Carlos held up the last photograph. It depicted a Latin male with short dark hair, dark eyes, a black mustache and a goatee.

"This is Crespo. Do not approach him under any circumstance. Stay as far from him as possible. He's a cop killer. He'll kill you if he finds out you're a cop."

"Well, then it's a good thing I'm not, yet," Dana responded.

"You better be taking this seriously, Dana." Levan stared into her hazel eyes. "These are dangerous men."

"Relax, baby, I'm serious." She turned to Carlos and pointed at the last photograph in the folder. "Who's that?"

"That's Trujillo," Espinoza answered. "Ivan Trujillo, my former partner. He was killed while trying to infiltrate Crespo's organization."

Dana took the photograph and stared at it. A young, handsome, face framed by black hair stared back at her. The teeth were dazzling white and movie star straight, but it was the brilliance of the icy blue eyes that froze her in place.

"He was a beautiful man," Dana finally mumbled. "His wife must really miss him."

Harris suppressed a chuckle as Espinoza snatched the photo from Dana's grasp.

"I'm sure she does," Espinoza said after a long pause. "I'm sure she does."

Carlos set down the photos and picked up a large tube with a shoulder strap. He opened the end of the tube, pulled out two sheets of paper, and spread them out on the floor.

"This is the layout of the yacht." Carlos pointed to the sheet on his left. "The first thing you must do is find an exterior metal surface that is not easily visible. The upper side of the transmitter is magnetic. The undersides of these fighting chairs should work fine." Carlos circled two fighting chairs at the back of the boat. "Otherwise, this ladder here, or this railing." Carlos circled two other points on the diagram. "I don't like the ladder or the railing as much, but you'll have to use whichever one you can get to without being spotted. If you choose the ladder, it has to be a rung below eye level."

"Gotcha."

"Here's the transmitter." Carlos handed her a plastic capsule approximately one and half inches long and one inch in diameter. "Open the capsule, take out the transmitter, twist it to the right to turn it on, and then attach it to the metal surface. Throw the plastic capsule overboard."

"How long is the battery good for?"

"Four hundred hours."

"Cool."

"Next, proceed to the lower level. This is the main cabin, this is the entertainment salon, and this is the conference room." Carlos pointed to three rooms on the diagram. "This is the listening device." Carlos handed her a green plastic capsule. "Open the capsule, remove the bug, and turn this dial to the right. Place it under a table, under a shelf, in a light fixture--anywhere that it will not be detected. It has an adhesive surface that will stick to any smooth surface. Once you've planted the bug, go back to the party and serve drinks until it's over. Renee's boat will bring you back. We'll be in the parking lot of the marina to pick you up."

"And during the party?"

"We'll be in a fishing boat less than a mile away," Carlos answered.

"Don't worry, baby, we'll be there if anything goes wrong," Levan added.

Carlos handed Dana a shopping bag.

"Here's your uniform."

Dana opened the bag and pulled out a tiny yellow bikini.

"Size eight? What the fuck?"

"I thought ... the last time ... your blue ..." Levan stumbled.

"Do I look fat to you? I wear a six, jackass."

"I'm sorry."

"This is all I'm supposed to wear all day?"

"Chef says that's what all the serving girls will be wearing," Carlos said. "Just be thankful you're not one of the entertainment girls."

"Why's that?"

"They don't even get the bikini." Carlos laughed.

"Do you mean--?"

"Yep. Nude. Totally nude. All day."

"I'll take the bikini. Just one question: How do I carry these capsules before it's time to use them?"

"Harris, do you want to take this one?"

"Uh, sure." Levan turned to Dana. "Baby, I think you realize there's really only one way you're going to be able to smuggle these capsules on board, right?"

"I was afraid you were going to say that."

"I'm sorry."

"That's alright. Just ... the next time ... I'm expected to carry contraband of an electronic nature in my pussy, could you make sure it vibrates, at least?

* * * *

Dana arrived at the Coconut Grove Marina at ten minutes to six. She located a white Dodge delivery van parked near a tree and pulled into the empty space on the passenger side. She locked her car and entered the van.

"Good morning," she said. "I'm Dana."

"No, you're Lydia. Got that? Lydia." A dark haired man with a bushy mustache and tattoos up and down both arms addressed her.

"Lydia."

"That's right. Lydia Zapata."

"Lydia Zapata."

"Don't you forget. If anyone asks, you're Lydia Zapata."

"Got it. Lydia Zapata. And you're the chef?"

"Name's Julio, but everyone calls me 'Chef.'"

"Nice to meet you, Chef. I'm Da ... Lydia. Who is Lydia, by the way?"

"That's the bitch sleeping in that Toyota over by the entrance. I got her drunk last night and gave her some Ambien. She won't be waking up for a couple more hours. Espinoza will call her in before that, and she'll end up spending the weekend at the Krome Detention Center. ICE will have her back in the Guatemala by Monday night. So this weekend, you're Lydia."

"One more thing--"

"We don't have time for one more thing. Time for you to get your pretty little ass over to dock eight. The other girls should be there already. I'll be there as soon as I get my supplies unloaded. Don't talk to anyone unless they talk to you first. And don't talk to me at all."

Dana started to answer, but Chef held a finger to his lips and pointed at the door handle. Dana nodded her head, got out of the car and headed for the boat.

It was a short walk to the dock. Nineteen young women were gathered in front of a slip where a thirty-seven foot Sea Ray was being readied for departure. Seven of the girls wore yellow bikinis similar to the one Dana was wearing. The other twelve were dressed in various shorts, skirts, and tank tops. All the women were between eighteen and twenty-five years of age, slim, tanned, and gorgeous.

Five minutes later Chef arrived at the dock pulling a cart loaded with large coolers and supplies. The two men helped him unload the cart and stow the supplies in the main cabin. Once all the supplies were on board, they began helping the women onto the boat. Most of the girls crowded into the cabin, but there was not enough space for all of them. Dana found a seat at the stern, against the transom. She was joined by two of the colorfully dressed girls whom she immediately recognized as prostitutes.

When the boat finally departed around 7:30 a.m., most of the girls had dozed off. The sudden revving of the engines woke all but the hardiest sleepers. The boat trolled out of the marina and into the channel marked by tall buoys on either side. Just outside of Stiltsville, the operator opened up the engines as he left the bay for the open ocean. He turned toward the southeast, and proceeded at full throttle.

At 9:00 a.m. the operator eased up on the engines. Dana looked up and saw that they were approaching a floating behemoth that more resembled a space ship than any water craft she had ever seen before. The boat was at least one hundred and twenty feet of sharp angles and streamlined surfaces; it was colored a shiny metallic gray and there was smoked glass everywhere. The array of electronic dishes and antennae on the top of the ship looked like a communications satellite that fell out of orbit and embedded itself on the roof. It stood out like a gleaming, foreboding gem amid the sparkling blue of the ocean and the bright morning sky.

The crew of the Sea Ray threw bumpers over the port side of the boat as the captain maneuvered it into position alongside the yacht. A ladder was lowered from the deck of the yacht to the waterline. The crew helped the girls climb from the ladder up to the main deck. Once they were all safely boarded, the crew loaded the supplies onto a net that was hoisted onto the boat.

* * * *

The first thing that Dana learned when she boarded the yacht was that the diagram of the ship's layout Espinoza showed her was all wrong. This yacht had three levels rather than two, and the outdoor decks were too small for a party of the size that Espinoza and Harris described. For the first time, she started to wonder if her participation in the mission was in fact a good idea.

The twelve entertainers were taken to the third level. Dana and the other seven serving girls were led to the ship's galley by Chef. They were assigned various tasks, but for the most part they spent the rest of the morning setting up for the party and assisting with food preparation. The ship's conference room, the dining salon, and two lounges were rearranged to accommodate the guests. A DJ unloaded and set up his equipment in the conference room. By 1:00 p.m. the preparations were completed, and the girls were told they had an hour to eat a little and freshen up before the first guests were expected to arrive.

Dana attempted to use her free hour to explore the yacht. She didn't get far. An armed guard stood at the stairway junction leading to the first and third floors. The sleeping cabins, which were all located on the first level, were off-limits. Likewise, the main entertainment salon on the third level was also out of reach. The conference room, a dining salon, two lounges, the galley, a changing room, and a map room comprised the only level she was able to investigate.

A little before 2:00 p.m., the first guests arrived. A brightly painted Cigarette boat pulled up to the yacht; two men and two women climbed the ladder and boarded. The Cigarette sped away just as fifty-seven foot Hatteras eased up to the stern. Eight passengers were transferred to the yacht. The Hatteras departed and an older but pristine Donzi took its place, leaving three passengers on board.

Over the next two hours a steady stream of yachts and go-fast boats pulled up to the ship, dropped off their passengers, and departed. Most of the guests were directed to the conference room. Occasionally, Dana noticed, certain male guests were escorted to the upstairs entertainment salon.

The serving girls were divided into two groups. Four of the girls were assigned the task of serving drinks. The other four were expected to carry trays of canapes, hors d'oeuvres, and various other treats prepared by Chef. Dana grabbed a silver food tray so that she would not look out of place venturing in and out of the kitchen.

When the party first got under way, it was easy for Dana to maneuver with her tray throughout the second level rooms. But as the afternoon wore on and more and more guests arrived, the spacious yacht started to feel cramped. With no prior experience in the food service industry, Dana was surprised to find that the only time she could move without incumbrance was when her tray was empty. Moving through the crowd while the tray was loaded required all of her concentration. As a result, she did not notice when Bryan Jackson pulled up in a gleaming Cigarette and was quickly escorted to the third level salon.

Starting at 6:00 p.m., the serving girls were given rotating half hour breaks. One drink server and one food server were to take their breaks at the same time, followed one-half hour later by the next pair. Dana drew the final pairing, which meant she was required to remain on her feet until 7:30 p.m.

When her break finally arrived, Dana headed straight for the outer deck. The small space at the stern was occupied by guests taking a smoking break, so she walked around the cabin to the front of the ship. She found a metal rail where she could attach the transmitter, but the dark windows looking out at her position made her nervous. She walked around the deck some more until she found a spot where there were no windows and no guests.

Dana looked to her left and right. She squatted to the deck, reached between her thighs, and pulled the first capsule from her bikini. She opened it, removed the transmitter, and twisted it into the 'on' position. Looking to her left and right again, she tossed the capsule overboard, and then spotted a metal surface next to a large darkened window. The window made her uneasy, so she walked around the deck again.

Two circuits later, Dana realized she was running out of time. She didn't have a watch on her, but she guessed there were less than ten minutes left before she was expected back in the galley. Dana looked around to make sure no one was watching her, and then stuck the transmitter to the underside of a railing just a few feet from another of those ominous black windows.

Dana made her way through the crowd and headed for the stairway. Seeing the armed guard blocking her access to both the up and down stairs, she turned into the conference room. She went over her options in her head, and realized that none of the locations Espinoza specified were accessible. The cabins and the entertainment salon were off-limits. The conference room was fully occupied. Her mission was a bust.

Frustrated, Dana returned to her station. She stopped in the galley, picked up a tray, and resumed serving the guests. There were still six hours before the party was expected to wind down. Six hours to come up with a way to get to either the first or third decks.

* * * *

A little after 10:00 p.m., Dana was returning to her the galley with an empty tray when she heard the unmistakable sound of someone getting sick in the ship's head. Dana set down her tray and knocked on the door. There was no response. A minute later she heard another round of vomiting and then a flush. She decided to get help, but didn't know who to call. Chef? What could he do? Another server? A crew member?

Just as she was stepping away, the knob turned and the door cracked open. Curious, Dana peaked inside. A naked blonde girl was kneeling in front of the toilet, her face buried inside the bowl. Dana stepped inside, locked the door, and knelt next to the blonde. Dana scooped up her hair and held it away from her face while the next surge of vomit rushed out of her mouth.

When she was through emptying her stomach into the toilet, the naked woman looked up at Dana. Her face was red, her make up was smeared, and trails of black mascara were streaming down both cheeks. Her eyes were bloodshot and her lips were cracked. Dried semen was crusted in her hair and between her thighs. She smelled like sex, marijuana, alcohol and vomit.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Dana filled a disposable cup with water and handed it to the girl.

"Are you alright?" Dana asked.

"I'll ... just ... oh fuck!" The girl turned her head toward the toilet as a dry heave wracked her body.

"I can't ... I can't go ... I can't do it." the girl sobbed. "I want to go home."

"I'm afraid that's not an option." Dana stroked her arms and back. "You're stuck here for at least four more hours."

"No. I'm ... oh god, I can't go back up there."

"Is it that bad?"

"I'm too wasted. Those men ... there's so many of them. I just want to go home."

"I have an idea. First, let's get you cleaned up."




Deep Undercover Ch. 01



Dana wet a towel and washed the girl's face. She wiped the semen and vomit from her chest and thighs, and then rinsed off her pussy. When she was done, she took off her bikini and put it on the blonde.

"Go to the galley. Tell the chef you're filling in for Lydia. You're going to have to carry a tray of food around for the rest of the night, but at least you won't have to go back up to whatever hell you came from. Can you do it?"

"Yes," she nodded. "I was a waitress before I became a whore."

"Why do you do it?"

"Money, mostly. And the drugs are better."

"Alright. Give me a minute to get ready, and then get to work."

Dana opened cabinets and looked through drawers, pulling out whatever she could find and setting it on the marble counter top. She managed to locate an eyeliner, two lipsticks, and an almost empty bottle of foundation. She also found a can of hair spray and a brush. She quickly applied a coat of foundation, and then added an excessive amount of eyeliner before finishing with the lipstick. She teased her hair up and out, and then doused it with hair spray to preserve the volume. She looked in the mirror, added another coat of eyeliner, and then turned to the blonde girl.

"Time to get back to work. Remember, you're now Lydia. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now get going."

Dana opened the door, directed the blonde toward the galley, and then turned in the other direction. She strutted up to the guard stationed at the stairway. The guard didn't even flinch when the beautiful woman grabbed his crotch and whispered in his ear.

"Are they going to let you boys come up for a while?" Dana pressed her nude body against the guard's chest.

"Not likely," the guard grumbled.

"Too bad, I've been waiting all day for some real cock to show up. You feeling me?"

"Maybe next time. This party's for all the VIPs."

"I think you're a VIP," she cooed.

Dana kissed the guard on the cheek, squeezed his cock, and headed up the stairs.

* * * *

The first thing Dana noticed when her trembling hand opened the door to the main entertainment salon was the thick cloud of cigar and marijuana smoke that hung in the air and seemed to cling to every surface in the room. The lower level party guests all stepped outside to light their cigarettes, cigars, and various illegal products. The stern deck--including the Jacuzzi and the area around it--was the designated smoking area for the hundred or so people celebrating on the lower floors. The VIPs did not practice the same courtesy.

Slipping inside the salon, Dana eased along the wall in search of a surface where she could plant the listening device. Looking around the room, she was surprised to find that most of the guests and the whores were not engaged in sex. One blonde girl with tattoos covering both arms and most of her back was on her knees while a large, muscular man with a huge cock was holding her head in his hands and forcing his shaft into her throat. What a pig. Streams of drool were running out of her mouth and down her chest, while mascara-stained tears were streaking her cheeks. Despite her distress, the girl was not complaining as she did her best to accommodate the massive rod.

An older, slightly paunchy blonde-haired man was reclining on a sofa while a gorgeous, busty black woman with long braids was riding his cock. The man was pinching the girl's nipples in a savage manner. The girl responded by lifting her ass up and down at a faster rate every time he increased the pressure, and slower when the pressure dissipated. Another pig. Dana recalled the photos from her briefing and identified the man as Jackson, the club owner.

Off to the side Dana saw four boisterous men playing cards on a low wooden table surrounded by large leather recliners. The men were all naked, as were the four women entertaining them. One was kneeling on the floor blowing the dealer; the other three were seated on the men's laps.

Another twelve to fifteen men in various states of undress and the other five nude women were scattered around the room lazing on furniture, drinking, doing drugs, or shouting taunts at one another. There was a bar at the far end of the salon where two of the men were shouting and poking each other in the chest. The bartender handed the men their drinks and then they walked away laughing. Strange--I don't see anyone who resembles Davis or Crespo.

Along the back wall a row of tables held various delicacies the guests had been consuming all day. The first table contained trays of cheese, assorted breads and crackers, cut fruit, and berries. The next table held a black-hoofed Spanish ham on the bone, grilled lamb chops, various cuts of grilled beef and pork, and sausages of all types. The last table was loaded with ice sculptures carved into female bodies. The sculptures contained stone crab claws, cagier, jumbo shrimp, oysters, clams, and assorted sushi and sashimi.

Distracted by the food, Dana's growling stomach reminded her that she had not eaten since one in the afternoon. During her evening break she was so busy trying to complete her mission that she skipped dinner. At that moment the delicacies arrayed before her eyes--and stomach--were just too tempting.

Dana grabbed a piece of cheese--manchego--and ate it with a cracker. She popped a luscious, ripe strawberry into her mouth, and then moved to the next table. She grabbed a small sausage and found it a little too spicy for her liking. She sliced off a piece of the ham, and then made her way to the last table. She picked up a shrimp and then headed for the sushi.

"Have you tried the fugu?" a voice asked her.

Stunned, Dana turned around and saw a very handsome man with bronze skin and shoulder length black hair standing behind her. He was wearing only a pair of gauzy white pants that were almost transparent. His body was lean but muscular--not bad for someone who appeared to be in his mid forties. Except for the hair on his scalp, he was completely shaven. A sizeable cock and heavy balls formed a generous lump in his crotch. Looking at him, Dana felt her face flush as goose pimples erupted on her arms. She knew without looking that her nipples were sticking out like pencil erasers.

"The what?" she managed to ask after a long pause.

"The fugu--Japanese puffer fish. Properly prepared, it's the best tasting fish in any ocean."

"And if prepared improperly?" Dana asked.

"It's poisonous. Literally. There's no known antidote."

"Why would anyone eat it then?"

"Like many things in life, with great risk comes great reward. Are you a risk taker ...? I'm sorry, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name."

"Lydia. I'm Lydia. Lydia Zapata. And no, I'm not a risk taker."

"That's funny. You impress me as someone who takes great risks, and who is accustomed to earning tremendous rewards, Lydia Zapata."

"You must have me confused with someone else."

"Perhaps. You know, it's funny, I don't remember seeing you here all day."

Dana's heart almost stopped. Her first instinct was to lie, but she did not have time to compose a convincing story.

"One of the other girls got sick. I was sent up here to take her place."

"That's unfortunate. I hope the poor girl isn't suffering too badly. But in a way, I'm glad to hear that. I don't know how I could have missed seeing someone of your exotic beauty. I thought either my eyes were going bad or my memory was failing. I can't tell you what a relief it is to know that there is a perfectly logical explanation for your presence. Here. Now."

The man leaned forward and put his arm around Dana, pulling her body against his naked torso. He bent down and touched his lips to hers. Dana's dry mouth opened instinctively. She felt his tongue flicker against her lips. She opened her mouth wider and accepted the stranger's probing. Her knees went weak for a second, her face flushed, and she felt her pussy becoming moist. The stranger slid his hand to her butt cheek and squeezed before breaking the kiss.

"I-I think I'll try the fugu," she said in a gasping voice.

"You won't be disappointed, I promise you."

The man used a pair of chopsticks to pick up a slice of the raw fish. He held it to Dana's mouth. She looked at the delicate filet, looked into his liquid brown eyes, and looked back at the fish. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. The man set the sliced fish on her tongue and withdrew the chopsticks. Dana closed her mouth as an explosion of flavor danced on her palate. She savored the taste for a second, and then chewed and swallowed.

"Wow," she blurted. "That was amazing. That's better than sex."

"That all depends," the man responded with a grin.

"Depends on what?"

"Not what--whom. It all depends upon with whom one is having sex. I'm sure that sex with you will be better than any food one could possibly consume."

Dana's face froze. She recalled that she was an almost-cop posing as a prostitute on a boat filled with dangerous drug dealers. She was no longer gliding under the radar. Her false bravado got her into this mess. She didn't have a clue how she was going to get out of it.

"You're too kind," Dana stammered. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Oh, Lydia," the man smiled, "there are so many places I want to go with you."

"We'll visit all of those places, Señor. Do you mind if I try a little more of the fugu, first?"

"Eat as much as you like, beautiful lady. When you've finished, get yourself a drink and then come join me."

"I'll just be a moment, I promise."

"Don't keep me waiting too long. You've whetted my appetite."

The man flashed a wolfish grin before turning and walking away.

Dana reached for another piece of fugu, but her fear rendered the fish tasteless. She stopped at the bar and asked the bartender for a shot of tequila. She drained the glass as soon as he set it on the black granite counter. She asked for second shot and then a third. By that time the first shot had reached her brain and she decided she had stalled long enough. She set the glass down and scanned the room for her suitor.

It only took a second to find him. He was seated on a long leather sofa with a stunning brunette seated to his left. The woman was nuzzling his neck while he drank from a large brandy snifter. The man lowered his glass and fixed his gaze on Dana. I'm being summoned.

Dana sauntered over to the sofa. The man whistled his approval as he patted the space to his right. The golden-skinned brunette did not even look up as Dana sat on the sofa. Dana saw her legs fidget for a second, and then noticed that the man's left hand was buried in her crotch.

"Lydia! What a surprise!"

"Are you busy?" Dana asked. "I can come back."

"Not at all." The man removed his hand from the brunette. "Please, sit with me."

"Lydia, have you met ..." The man turned to the brunette. "What's your name again?"

"Yazmin," the brunette answered.

"Yazmin? Of course. Lydia, have you met Yazmin?"

"Um, no."

"Lydia, Yazmin. Yazmin, Lydia."

"Uh, hello," Lydia said.

Yazmin rolled her head and looked up. Despite displaying bleary, bloodshot eyes, Dana could see that she was a smoldering beauty with a mop of jet black hair, skin several shades darker than her own, long, shapely legs, and an ample bosom.

"Hello, Lydia," Yazmin purred. "Are you going to play with us?"

"I have a little bit of business to attend to at the moment," the man interrupted. "Why don't the two of you get acquainted until I get back?"

"Uh, sure," "Lydia answered. "Take your time."

"I'll only be a minute. Yazmin will see that you're comfortable until I get back."

The man stood up, picked up his glass, and stepped away.

Yazmin looked at Dana and smiled.

"You're hot," Yazmin slurred.

"You're wasted," Dana answered.

"Kiss me." Yazmin leaned into Dana. Dana pulled back, but Yazmin fell into her. "Stop moving," she mumbled.

"I think you need to sober up a little," Dana said as she tried to peel Yazmin off her.

"You know what I think? I think you've never been with a girl before."

"I think I'm not going to have this conversation with you right now. We'll talk about that when you're sober."

"Are you trying to get us both killed?" Yazmin whispered. "He wants to see us together."

Dana realized she was in way too far over her head. The simple operation that was reviewed in her boyfriend's apartment had blown up; she had no choice but to ride out the explosion--and hope that she survived the shockwave. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and leaned into Yazmin.

Yazmin brushed her mouth against Dana's protruding lower lip. Dana stiffened upon the contact, but returned the kiss after a brief hesitation.

"This really is your first time, isn't it?" Yazmin asked.

"Yes," Dana answered. Her body was trembling and her upper lip was quivering.

"Just follow my lead," Yazmin whispered in her ear while stroking her arm. "I'll take care of you. Trust me."

Realizing that she had no choice but to play along, Dana backed up and looked into Yazmin's big brown eyes. She wasn't sure if she could trust her or how much genuine help she could provide, but a quick review of her situation convinced her that one weak ally was still better than none at all.

"OK," she whispered. "Let's do it."

Yazmin smiled and slid her body closer to Dana, pushing her backward into the sofa. Dana shifted to her right, easing her neck and back into the soft leather cushions and shifting her hips toward Yazmin. The busty, raven-haired woman took the lead, crawling over Dana and planting her hands in the cushions on either side of Dana. Her full breasts were hanging like ripe fruits, her thick nipples brushing against the rigid pebbles capping Dana's firm, champagne coupe mounds. Yazmin looked into Dana's eyes, but Dana turned her eyes to the side. Yazmin lowered her lips to Dana's, commencing a long, lingering kiss that everyone in the room noticed.

Dana stiffened at the contact, but with her head and body pressed into the cushions, there was nowhere for her to retreat. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss, parting her lips to receive Yazmin's probing tongue. The kiss wasn't really that bad, she grudgingly admitted; in fact, it was better than all but a few times that any man had ever kissed her. She forced herself to extend her tongue, but pulled it back at the first contact with Yazmin's teeth. Yazmin backed up and brushed Dana's auburn hair from her forehead, kissed her on both cheeks, and then nuzzled Dana's neck.

The contact of Yazmin's lips on Dana's neck sent a spark to the pleasure centers in her brain. A small moan formed in throat and escaped her open lips. Yazmin caressed Dana's arms, and then the sides of her body. Between the alcohol and the beautiful woman's advances, Dana's mind was floating. Unsure of what to do or how to proceed, Dana wrapped her arms around the other woman's back and returned the caresses.

Yazmin sucked on Dana's neck until she elicited another moan from her, and then closed her teeth to take a gentle bite of her flesh. Dana gasped, but continued stroking Yazmin's back.

"I'm going to make you cum like no man ever has," she whispered in the space just below Dana's ear.

"Do it," Dana replied.

Yazmin left a trail of kisses down Dana's neck and chest. When she reached her breasts, Yazmin closed her lips and sucked a hard nipple into her mouth. Dana stiffened at the contact.

"Relax, honey," Yazmin cooed. "You have to trust me."

"I'm trying."

"Don't try so hard. Just let it happen."

"OK."

Yazmin alternated her attention from one breast to the other. She sucked and kissed, tasting and teasing the hard little nuggets as she eased her body between Dana's legs. Dana stiffened for a second before opening her thighs and allowing the darker woman to settle into place. With her breasts grazing Dana's stomach and her hips holding Dana's knees apart, Yazmin left a trail of kisses from her nipple to her naval.

"Oh," Dana gasped.

Yazmin paused for a second before resuming her southbound journey. By the time her lips reached Dana's bikini line, Yazmin was kneeling on the floor and pulling Dana to the edge of the sofa. Yazmin pushed open Dana's thighs and kissed all over her hairless mound.

"Oh my god," Dana gasped. "This is really happening."

Dana placed the palm of one hand on her heart and gripped a sofa cushion with the other. She squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head backward. Her breath came in short, quick gasps.

"Trust me, honey. I know what I'm doing."

"I do," Dana hissed between clenched teeth. "I do ... trust you."

Yazmin placed the tip of her tongue on Dana's nether lips and licked downward. She removed her mouth and kissed the inside of Dana's trembling thighs. She kissed her opening, tasting the juices that had collected between her pink lips. Yazmin flattened her tongue and licked between the soft folds of tender flesh. She avoided the nub at the top of the slit, concentrating instead on the glistening petals of Dana's tingling flower.

"Oh," Dana squeaked. "That's ... nice."

Yazmin licked her like no man had ever done. Her touch was delicate and precise. It was almost as though she had a map diagraming the location of every nerve ending. Her lips were like warm velvet and her tongue carried electrical current that excited the flesh in ways Dana never felt before. Every contact of Yazmin's mouth aroused another part of Dana's pussy.

Dana knew a climax was near, but Yazmin's light touch and deliberate pace kept the orgasm at bay. She had never been more aroused, yet she knew she had a long way to go to reach the pinnacle. Yazmin played her body like a virtuoso musician, teasing the melody up ever higher octaves. Dana didn't know how she wasn't cumming already. Her orgasm had become a moving target.

Floating on a cloud of pleasure, Dana didn't notice Yazmin's finger probing her asshole. All she felt was another pleasant tingling sensation that bumped her up another level of ecstacy. Yazmin's finger circled her sphincter several times without penetrating, and then withdrew. A second later two fingers penetrated her juicy slit, causing Dana to nearly jump off the couch.

"Hey, what's this?" Yazmin said.

Yazmin withdrew her fingers, pulling the second plastic capsule out of Dana's vagina.

Dana froze. Her heart raced and her pulse quickened. She looked around to her left and right, searching for a door.

"You are a naughty girl!" Yazmin teased. "When did you slip this little bullet vibe inside yourself?"

"Um, this afternoon. Right before the guests started arriving."

"It's not doing anything. How does it work?"

"Give me that."

Dana lunged for the capsule, pulling it from Yazmin's grasp.

"The battery's dead," Dana lied. "Oh well, the guy at the sex shop said it was disposable. I should have brought another one."

"Or spent a few more dollars on a better quality model," Yazmin sneered.

Her heart pounding, Dana stuffed the capsule in the sofa. She pushed it as deep into the crevice between the armrest and the bench as she could reach.

"Now let's get back to business," Dana said as she laid back and pulled Yazmin toward her.

Yazmin pushed Dana's knees back into her chest, opening her crotch for a full-fledged assault. She attached her mouth to Dana's pussy and sucked.

"Uhm." Dana's grunt was barely audible.

"Let yourself go," Yazmin urged. "Just relax and let yourself go. I'll take care of you."

"Mmm. That sounds good."

Yazmin licked and sucked Dana's pussy lips, swallowing all her sweet juices as though they were water in the desert. Dana's face got hot as she pinched her nipple and squeezed the sofa cushion. She didn't know how much longer she could maintain this balance on the precipice of her orgasm, but she knew what she needed to get off of it.




Deep Undercover Ch. 01



"Lick it," Dana growled. "Lick my clit."

That was all Yazmin needed to hear. She flattened her tongue and made one last pass across Dana's flowing vagina, and then refocused her attention on Dana's throbbing clit. She licked it up and down and then side to side. She sucked it between her lips and squeezed it between her tongue and upper teeth.

Dana spread her arms wide to grab the sofa cushions, arched her back, and exploded.

"Uhm ... uhm ... uhm ... uhm."

Dana twisted and strained her body against the soft leather cushions. Her arms thrashed and smacked the back of the sofa, but very little noise escaped her lips. It was almost as though she were trying to keep it all inside.

"Uhm ... uhm ... uhm ... uhm."

Yazmin continued sucking on Dana's clit, while Dana continued soaring higher and higher on a wave of pleasure. Her senses overloaded, she grabbed a fistful of Yazmin's hair and jerked her face from her crotch.

"Enough! I can't take any more."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes! Are you kidding me? Of course I liked it."

"Good. Now do you think you can do that to me?"

"I'm not a lesbian, Yazmin."

"Neither am I."

"But..."

"It's a skill. Anyone can do it."

"I've never ... been with a woman."

"And now you have."

"But ... I don't think I can, you know, go down."

"Lydia, he's expecting you to do it. I wouldn't disappoint him. One way or another, he always gets what he wants."

"Who is he?"

"That's the boss. This is his boat. His food. His alcohol. His drugs. And we're his girls."

That's Crespo? He looks at least ten years older than the pictures I saw.

"I ... understand."

"Good. Now trade places with me."

Yazmin reclined on the sofa as Dana took her place on the floor. Dana pushed Yazmin's knees apart and slid her cheek against the other woman's smooth thigh. She closed her eyes and extended her tongue to lick the area just above Yazmin's wet slit.

"Slow down, tiger," Yazmin teased. "Can I get a kiss first?"

"I'm sorry," Dana blushed. "I thought we were past that."

"A girl still likes to be kissed, you know?"

Dana stood up, placed one knee on the edge of the sofa between Yazmin's thighs, and leaned into the brunette. Yazmin slipped her hands around the back of Dana's head and pulled her into a tight embrace. Their lips met and Yazmin pushed her tongue to the back of Dana's throat. The tongue retreated as she pulled Dana's head backward.

"Kiss me like you mean it" Yazmin snarled. "Kiss me like I'm the lover you've waited all your life to embrace."

Her head swimming on a sea of alcohol and unfamiliar emotions, Dana leaned into Yazmin and lowered her mouth to the brunette's moist lips. Her tongue slithered past Yazmin's teeth and tickled the roof of her mouth. She snaked her tongue as far into the other woman's mouth as she could extend it. When Yazmin's tongue slipped into her mouth, Dana sucked it with more enthusiasm than she expected. Once again, Yazmin broke the kiss by pulling back on Dana's hair.

"What do I taste like?" Yazmin asked.

"Me," Dana answered.

"What about you? What part of you?"

"My ... pussy."

"Say it. What do I taste like?"

"You taste like my pussy."

"That's second hand pussy. Are you ready for your first taste of real pussy, direct from the source?"

"Yes."

"Lick me, rookie. Make me cum."

Dana moved down Yazmin's body, pausing for a second to suck on each of the thick nipples capping her full breasts. Yazmin's hands pushing on the top of her head convinced Dana that she wasn't in the mood for breast play. Dana slid to the floor, parted Yazmin's juicy lips, and started licking.

"That's it, honey," Jasmine cooed. "Just lick me like you like to be licked."

Well, here goes nothing. Dana took a deep breath, eased forward, and placed her mouth on the other woman's pussy. She sucked her flesh until it swelled in her mouth. The lighting was too dim to see with any definition, but based on the other woman's black hair, darker skin, and brown nipples, Dana imagined Yazmin's inner lips were dark grey or purple in contrast to her own pink tones.

Dana licked up and down, inside and out, fast and slow, but Yazmin did not seem to be responding. Frustrated, she looked up and saw that Yazmin was taking a hit off a joint, which she then passed to a man standing behind the sofa. That man took an enormous hit, held it until he started to cough, and then passed it to a second man standing to his right. The second man took a hit and then passed it back to Yazmin.

Yazmin looked down and saw Dana staring back at her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. Take a hit." Yazmin held the joint in front of Dana.

"Uh, no thanks. I'm good."

"Go ahead. It's OK. This weed is amazing. I don't know where he gets it, but it's the best I've ever had. That's one of the perks of this job, you know--really, really good drugs."

Dana's training told her to say "no," but she feared creating any kind of disturbance that would tip off the host or his guests.

"Sure. If it's that good, I'll take one hit."

Dana pursed her lips as Yazmin held the joint in front of her mouth. She inhaled quickly and exhaled even quicker, hoping that none of the smoke would find its way past her lungs and into her bloodstream. She lowered her head as the lights in the room seemed to get dimmer, the music became more intense, and the gravity of her predicament dissipated. She looked up and saw that the joint was still in front of her face (or was it there again?), so she took a second hit.

"Lick it." Yazmin gave Dana a gentle push on the back of her head. "Lick my pussy."

Dana shook her head from side to side. Her mouth was inches from the gaping pussy of a spread-legged woman she didn't know. She lifted her head and looked around the room. Where am I? She saw various naked men and women drinking, smoking, and some were even having sex. I'm naked too. The music was loud, and the voices were even louder. She looked up at the breasts of the woman with the splayed legs. She looked past her nipples and into her face. Yolanda? Yesenia? Yazmin! Her name is Yazmin!

Despite the fog pushing down on her brain, everything came back to her in that instant. The boat. The party. Crespo. Yazmin. I had sex with a woman. Correction--I'm having sex with a woman.

She looked again at Yazmin, and then buried her face in the reclining woman's crotch. She wasn't sure why she was licking her, but she felt a small comfort in making love with the only person whose face she recognized. She made me cum. I have to do the same for her. Did I say that out loud? Or did I just think it?

Dana glanced upward and saw Yazmin smiling at her.

"Stop looking at me," Dana said.

"Why? You're beautiful."

"You're embarrassing me. You know I've never done this before."

"Stop worrying--you're doing fine. Just follow my lead."

Dana felt Yazmin's hands on the back of her head, guiding her tongue to the exact spot where she wanted to be licked. Dana extended her tongue and slurped the sweet nectar flowing from Yazmin's slit, and then turned her attention to the woman's clit. She squeezed it between her lips, and then introduced it to the tip of her tongue. She flicked the little purple bean with her own pink appendage, stimulating it in the same manner as how she used her finger on herself. She felt Yazmin's fingers crawling across her scalp, pushing with the tips and pulling her hair in fistfuls.

"That's it," Yazmin purred. "Oooh, you're getting the hang of it now."

Dana continued licking. Yazmin reached behind her knees and pulled her legs all the way back, affording Dana unimpeded access to her tingling slit. Dana slipped her hands under Yazmin's butt cheeks and lifted her crotch off the sofa. Yazmin arched her back and pressed her clit against Dana's mouth. With every second the friction between Dana's tongue and Yazmin's clit seemed to double.

"Umm-hmmm. Umm-hmmm. Just like that. You're doing it, honey. You're doing it."

Encouraged by her new friend's responses, Dana slipped a finger into Yazmin's slit.

"Ummmm. Ooooh. Uh huh."

Dana slipped a second finger alongside the first. Yazmin started thrashing against her mouth. Dana slid a third finger insider her and then a fourth. She was considering how to work her thumb alongside the four fingers when Yazmin erupted.

"Mmmmmm. Uhn! Mmmmmm! Uhn! Mmmmmmm! Uhn! Mmmmmm!"

Her body thrashing on the sofa, Yazmin's four long moans were punctuated by three strong grunts, and then she collapsed against the cushions.

"No more. Stop. You did it. Stop."

Yazmin pushed Dana's face from her crotch, and then pulled her up into a tight embrace.

The room erupted in applause. Dana looked up and saw over a dozen men circling the sofa. Some of them were hard, some were soft, and some were in the process of being coaxed to erection by a naked girl either sucking or stroking their manhood.

"Kiss me," Yazmin whispered in Dana's ear. "You were wonderful."

Dana lowered her lips to Yazmin and brushed her lips against the trembling woman's mouth.

"Now you taste like me." Yazmin smiled.

"So I do," Dana blushed.

"Aren't I delicious?" Yazmin giggled.

"No more so than me," Dana purred.

"I'll settle this matter." A male voice interrupted Dana's revelry.

Dana looked up and saw the boss's handsome face hovering over her, the glass of cognac in one hand and a fat cigar in the other. His cock was still flaccid, but the bulge in his pants seemed to be longer, thicker, and more pronounced than when she last saw it.

"Come with me, Lydia."

It sounded more like a command than an invitation. Dana hesitated for only a second before taking the proffered hand and following him to the center of the room.

"Have a seat," he said.

The only place for her to sit was the cocktail table where the four men were playing cards. Dana sat on the edge of the table. Her presence disrupted the game, but three of the men did not seem to mind. The fourth man threw down his cards and stared off in the distance. Dana crossed her legs and folded her arms in front of her chest. She looked away from the leering men who seemed to have forgotten the naked companions sitting on their laps.

The shirtless man returned with two tall shot glasses and a bottle of Tequila. He set the glasses on the table and poured. He handed one glass to Dana and lifted the other in his right hand.

"To an evening of exotic beauty, immense pleasures, and unexpected gifts. Salúd!"

"Salúd." Dana clinked her glass against his, and swallowed the Tequila in one gulp.

"It's good, no?" he asked.

"Very good," Dana replied without smiling.

"This is an ultra añejo. It's aged over three years."

"Interesting."

"You know, I own the distillery where this is made."

"Really?"

"Well, not entirely. I am a fifty-one percent owner. My new accountant has diversified my investments. Spreading the risk, he calls it. I now have my fingers in more businesses than I can keep track of. I have money flowing in from parts of the world that I never even knew existed. I don't know how he does it. The man is a genius."

"Is he here?"

"No. Unfortunately, he is taking care of a rather distasteful personal matter for me that could not be avoided."

"That's too bad. I would have enjoyed meeting this genius of yours."

"Yes. You impress me as a woman who would be interested in a certain kind of man."

"What kind of man is that?"

"Successful men. Talented men. Men of power. Men with refined tastes. Men who appreciate objects of rare beauty."

"This genius of yours, he is such a man?"

"To an extent. He works for me, you understand."

"Of course," Dana said. "And you are such a man?"

"Absolutely."

"I'm impressed."

"One more?" The boss picked up the bottle of tequila.

"Uh, sure."

The dark handsome man refilled the glasses with the rich amber liquid.

"To men of power, and their beautiful women."

"To men of power," Dana responded.

Dana drained her glass and set on the table. No sooner had she set it down than he was refilling it.

"To the women they adore," he said.

"Two women," Dana slurred. "Me and Yazmin."

Dana drained her glass and then set it on the table. She lifted her hand to her chest, but in doing so knocked the shot glass over. It rolled off the table and fell to the floor. Dana leaned over to pick up the glass. When she sat up, the host's pants were open and his cock was hanging in her face.

"What's this?" she asked.

"You know what this is, my lovely little whore."

"If we're going to do this, can we go somewhere a little more private?"

"We could, yes, but why would I deprive my guests of your surpassing beauty? Am I not a generous host?"

"Of course you are, Señor, but I could do things for you in private that I would never do in public."

"Anything we could do in my stateroom we can do here, as well. And I assure you, we will do those things. All of them."

"But ..."

"Enough talk."

The boss placed a strong hand on the back of her head and pushed her face to his crotch. Despite the haze clouding her mental functions, Dana recognized her cue to perform. She opened her mouth and accepted the thickening shaft that was dangling in front of her. She cupped the owner's balls as the stiffening cock swelled in her mouth. In seconds it was fully erect; long, thick, and rigid, it stretched her jaws and poked the back of her throat.

Dana closed her eyes to block out her awareness of the other men and women in the room. She wrapped her free hand around the base of the shaft and licked the head like an ice cream cone. She squeezed his balls and stroked the shaft, using her own saliva as lubricant.

"You have a natural talent for sucking dick, Lydia. You don't suck like a whore."

Removing the shaft from her mouth, Dana paused before responding.

"It's something I enjoy doing. I get a lot of practice."

The man stepped out of the pants that had fallen to his ankles. Holding Dana's head in both hands, he bent over and pressed his lips against her mouth. This kiss was more urgent than the first one they shared. Dana felt her nipples stiffen as the man's tongue slithered over hers. She parted her lips to accept more of it as he explored the inside of her mouth. It was several seconds before she realized her tongue was fully extended into his, as well. A strong hand pinched her right nipple, sending a jolt of electricity to her swollen clit. Dana knew she was about to get fucked, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. A part of her felt guilty for not trying to get away, but another part was ready for it to happen.

Breaking the kiss, the man eased her down onto the wooden table. He spread her legs and pushed them backward. Two hands grasped her ankles and pulled them apart. Only my gynecologist has ever seen me this open. The man lowered his body over hers. His rigid manhood dangled and waved over her hungry pussy like an angry viper seeking prey. Dana reached for his cock and directed the head against her opening. The man pushed, spreading her lips open as the mushroom head stretched her widening channel. He paused, withdrew, and then pushed again. His second thrust opened her further. He withdrew and then pushed again, burying the last inch of his cock inside her. He's almost as big as Levan.

The man pulled out and then pushed in again. He supported his upper body with his arms, but allowed enough weight to press down onto Dana's torso so that she was completely pinned against the table. Not that she was thinking of going anywhere, anyway. Best to let the older, handsome, and very dangerous stranger use her for his pleasure. She was more likely to live long enough to catch the boat back to shore if she pleasured him than if she angered him. There's nothing to gain by getting myself killed.

Thrusting in and out of her, the man settled into a deliberate rhythm. On the up stroke he slowly drew his cock out so that only the tip was still inside. He paused for several seconds, and then thrust downward with enough strength to force an involuntary grunt from Dana's throat. He followed with two very quick strokes before slowly withdrawing once again.

Dana gasped when she felt the man's lips on her neck, followed a second later by his teeth. He gave her several gentle bites on both sides of her throat before moving to her mouth. When he pressed his lips on hers, Dana responded by shoving her tongue as far into his mouth as it would go. A wave of heat flashed over her body as her hunger rose and threatened to devour her. The shame and guilt she felt earlier were being pushed to side as the regimented pace of the man's thick, long cock thrusting in and out ignited her pussy like never before. The wide head and fat shaft alternately teased and then stabbed her slick tunnel, displacing her organs as it pushed and pulled her closer to an explosion.

"Cum for me," the man implored.

His breath on her neck and his voice in her ear nudged her another notch toward her destination. She was oblivious to her surroundings. Her fingernails were embedded in the man's back. In the distance she heard a woman's loud moans overpowering the music emanating from the speakers. It wasn't until the moans became screams that she realized they were her own.

The man abandoned the deliberate two-speed rhythm, replacing it with a steady regimen of long, hard, forceful strokes. His tongue was buried in her throat as he pushed in and out of her with increasing speed.

"Umm. Ummm! Ummm! Ungh!" Her moans filled the room.

"Cum for me," he demanded.

"Umm! Ungh! Ummmm! Ungh! Ooooooooo! Ummmmm!"

"That's it, Lydia. That's it. Cum! Cum!"

"Ungh! Ummmmm! Ahhhhhhh!"

Dana felt like she was melting. A sizzling wave of pleasure exploded in her brain, setting every nerve ending on fire. She dug her nails deeper into the man's back and thrashed on the table. The men holding her ankles lost their grip. She kicked one in the face, while the other jumped out of the way of her churning legs.

By the time she stopped writhing, Dana was ready to curl up in a ball and fall asleep. She opened her eyes and saw the man standing over her. His cock was still erect.

"Didn't you cum?" she asked.

"Not yet, no."

"But ... I thought .... what happened?"

"No problem, my lovely lady. I am a man who savors life's pleasures. Tonight I am enjoying your magnificent body so much that I do not want the pleasure to end."

"So you --just stopped?"

"A short break, that is all. Now that you have caught your breath, we can continue."

"Umm, can I rest a little, first?"

"Lovely, lovely Lydia, you are without question the most beautiful whore I have ever enjoyed, but you are still a whore--a whore who is working for me. I don't know who trained you, but the first thing you should have learned is that the word 'no' is not a part of your vocabulary, and it is something you can never, ever, say to me."

Dana's jaw dropped. The color drained from her face. Her lip quivered, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I'm sorry," she managed to utter after several panicked seconds. "How can I please you?"

"Turn over. On your hands and knees."

Dana hurried into position. The men and women surrounding the table backed up to give her some space. The hardwood surface was rough on her knees and elbows, but she thought better of protesting.

"Not there. On the floor."

Dana scrambled to the deck. The carpet felt softer than the table, but she knew that she would wake up in the morning with rug burns. She dreaded the thought of explaining them to Levan.

"Put your face down. All the way."

Dana lowered her face to the carpet.

"Spread your butt cheeks."

Dana reached back, took a cheek in each hand, and pulled them apart.




Deep Undercover Ch. 01



"Lovely. Such a lovely sight, Lydia. I could admire you all night."

The man stood up and walked away. Lydia tried to follow his feet, but he stepped out of her limited field of vision. She considered running, but she knew there was nowhere to go. Fleeing, she decided, was the worst thing she could do.

The man returned a minute later. He poured a liquid all over her crotch. She couldn't see what it was, but the odor of it somewhat resembled olive oil. The man stood over her with his feet on either side of her hips. He bent at the knees, lowering his still-erect cock to her crotch. He slid his cock up and down her slit and all along the crack of her ass. When his cock was as slick as her crotch, he placed the tip against her asshole and pushed.

"Not there! That's the wrong hole!"

The man said nothing. Instead, he continued to burrow. Dana's hands reflexively shot back and pushed against the man's torso. Two men grabbed her wrists and pushed them up and into the center of her back. Pain shot through her shoulders. She considered kicking her legs, but she realized that her arms would be dislocated or broken before her legs found a target. She was immobilized.

"Please," she protested. "Not there. You're too big."

Dana knew from experience that the man's cock was too big. Once, after a night of drinking, she tried to take Levan's cock in her ass. He couldn't even get the head past her sphincter. It was the first and only time she had ever attempted anal sex. Until now.

"Stop!" Dana sobbed. "I don't like it in my ass!"

The man continued pushing. Pain shot through her torso, starting in her rectum and ending in her stomach. A different kind of pain rippled through her shoulders.

"Just relax, Lydia. This doesn't have to be painful."

Dana knew she was helpless. Resistance was only going to get her hurt or killed. One way or another, he was going to get in her ass. The only question was how much damage she suffered before he was through. Fighting is pointless.

"OK. OK. Just give me a second."

The man relented. He didn't back up, but he stopped moving forward.

Dana took several deep breaths.

"Tell these men to let go of my arms."

The two men looked up at him. He nodded and they let go of her wrists.

Dana took several more deep breaths and willed herself to relax.

"OK," she said.

A burning pain tore through her guts as the man resumed pushing. Despite the pain, Dana resisted the urge to squeeze. She felt her sphincter yielding as the fat head pushed its way into her rectum.

"Unnnnnnnnngh! Oh god, that hurts!" Dana cried.

Dana felt as though she were being ripped in two. Her ass was on fire while a stabbing, nauseating sensation was shredding her bowels. She tried to breathe, but the pain was shutting down her bodily functions. Just as she was about to pass out, she felt a spike followed by a sudden lessening. The man stopped pushing.

"The worst is over," he said. "The head is in."

Dana felt like she had been penetrated by a jagged metal crown encrusted with jewels. Her ass was still burning, but the searing pain in her gut was gone. Her ability to breathe returned. She took several deep breaths and then braced for the next wave.

The man resumed pushing. His cock penetrated her ass inch by inch. When it was halfway in, he pulled back and poured more oil on his shaft. He set the oil down and pushed again.

A fresh wave of hurt washed over Dana, but it was less intense. As inch after inch of thick cock filled her ass, Dana became accustomed to it. After several minutes of slow penetration interrupted by brief withdrawals, Dana felt his balls slapping against her pussy lips. The man paused.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm ... coping," she answered.

The man started pumping in and out of her tight little butthole.

"Go slow," she pleaded

The man grabbed her hips and pushed, slowly at first. He thrust his cock in and out, pumping faster as every minute elapsed.

"Gentle. This is my first time."

Dana reached between her legs and flicked her clit. The fire in her ass never went away, but she thought if she could rub herself to an orgasm then that sensation might overwhelm the pain. In any event, the sooner the man came the sooner her ordeal would come to an end.

"Easy. Easy. Ahhh--not so hard."

The man thrust into her at a steady pace, his fat cock stretching her asshole over and over. Dana reached a point where the nausea went away and the burning became manageable. I think ... I think ... I can ... endure this ... if it doesn't get any ... worse.

"Like that," she urged. "Just like that."

The man was slamming into her butt with controlled but forceful thrusts. Dana felt like her asshole was shredded into confetti. Despite her best efforts, she was no closer to an orgasm than when she started. She doubted that she would ever be able to shit again. Her fingers stopped flicking her clit as she contemplated the rest of her life with a colostomy bag.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmm! Ungh!" The man grunted. "Here ... cums! Ungh!"

Dana felt a different kind of warmth in her bowels. The man's pace slowed and his grip on her hips lessened. A second later his cock slid out of her ass, followed by a stream of semen.

Overwhelmed by all the Tequila, marijuana, sex and pain, Dana collapsed on the floor.

* * * *

Espinoza and Harris stood at the end of the dock taking turns looking through the binoculars. It was after 3:00 a.m. They had just exited their boat and were waiting for the Sea-Ray to arrive. Harris heard the distant engines before he saw the boat's lights. The two men retreated to the parking lot and waited for the passengers to disembark.

Nineteen girls got off the boat. Dana was not one of them.

The chef followed several minutes later. Harris and Espinoza were waiting for him at his truck.

"Where's Dana?" Harris shouted.

"I don't' know," Chef answered. "She didn't get off the boat."

"What the fuck do you mean she's still on the boat?"

"She went upstairs and never came back down."

"Chef, you're pissing me off." Espinoza pulled his gun and pressed it against Chef's forehead. "Tell me where the fuck she is."

"Look, all I know is that around 11:00 a drunk prostitute stumbled into the galley and told me she was replacing Lydia. I never saw your girl again."

"Did you look for her?"

"Hell no. They had armed guards at the stairs. I wasn't allowed to roam around that boat."

"Why did she have to go upstairs? She should have been able to plant the bug on the main level. What was Crespo doing upstairs?"

"Crespo wasn't there. It wasn't his boat."

"Whose boat was it?"

"Las Casas'."

"Las Casas? I thought Crespo was hosting the party."

"That's what Renee told me. I don't know when the plan changed."

"Get the fuck out of here, Chef. And don't say a word about this to anyone."

Chef got in his van and sped off.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Harris said to Espinoza. "Call this in. We've got to get the Feds to go after them."

"We can't call anyone."

"What do you mean?"

"We don't have any support. This operation was never approved."

"What? You've got to be fucking kidding me. You said Hendricks approved it."

"I lied."

Harris slammed his fist into Espinoza's stomach. Espinoza doubled over, but Harris hit him in the face with an upper cut. Espinoza fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Dana!" Harris shouted into the early morning sky. "Dana!"

To be continued ...

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I want to thank my beta reader, Etaski, and my editor, Linda62953, for their assistance on this story.



Deep Undercover Ch. 02



Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are fictitious and over the age of eighteen. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. 





Chapter 2

Dana awoke with a pounding in her head and a feeling of nausea deep in her stomach–an experience which was no doubt worsened by the gentle but constant rocking of the bed upon which she found herself. She forced her crusted eyelids open, but regretted that decision almost as soon as it was made. The light stabbed her retinas through her wide-open pupils, searing the back of her brain with the intensity of a supernova. She snapped her eyes shut and covered her head with the heavy comforter blanketing her aching body.

Where in the hell am I? What happened? Why am I feeling like such shit?

Slowly opening her eyelids, Dana stole a glance from beneath the duvet. The stabbing in the back of her brain returned as she focused her vision. The setting was unfamiliar, but the rocking motion revealed all she needed to know.

Fuck! I'm still on the goddamned boat! And I'm still naked! Where the fuck are Harris and Espinoza?

Dana crawled out of bed and shuffled across the room to a window. She pulled the curtain to one side and peered out. 

We're docked somewhere, but I don't recognize the port. Dana ran through a quick inventory of the various marinas from which she had ever gone boating. It wasn't a long list. Coconut Grove? No. Bayside? Definitely not. Black Point? No way. Miami Beach? Nope. Fort Lauderdale? I don't think so. The sun was already high in the sky, and her field of vision was populated by old fishing boats and small dinghies. The few pleasure craft she saw were all smaller sized, although there were a few larger sailboats occupying slips. Off in the distance she saw a tall lighthouse attached to an old stone fort overlooking the harbor. I have no idea where in the fuck I am.

Dana made her way to the door and checked the handle. Unlocked–great. She turned the handle, pulled the door open, and peered out into the hallway. She didn't see anyone. She took one step through the doorway and then changed her mind. She returned to the bed, put her head beneath the covers, and cried.

An hour later there was a knock at the door. Dana poked her head from beneath the blanket and listened. The knock repeated. Dana held her breath and laid motionless. She feared that her pounding heartbeat would give her away, but the door remain closed. 





Deep Undercover Ch. 02



This view is stunning. The trees are incredibly tall and wide, coniferous, and there is a light mist filling the distance between them. I'm in the Pacific Northewest, somewhere. I climb out of the bed and wrap the silk sheet around me. Perhaps I will be able to see some other structures nearby from the glass. The wood floor is warm beneath my feet. Radiant heating...nice. Through the left glass wall one floor below is a cantilevered terrace and an infinite edge pool, and on the other side of the terrace is another wing to the house. It's single story. I turn my head to the left and can see Alex descending a floating stair in the two story glass foyer. His eyes lock on mine as he reaches the last step, pausing for a moment, then walks out the front door. 

The house is U shaped surrounding the terrace. Through the right glass wall I can see another lower section of the house jutting into the trees. I need to go explore and get an accurate plan of the house, but I can't see any other structures nearby. He wasn't lying. This house is isolated. Any attempted escape is going to take time and planning, so for now I may as well roll with everything. I really need a shower.

The wood floor continues into the bathroom. Opposite the door is a huge rain shower, taking up the entire corner of glass walls, easily big enough for four people to fit. It'll be like showering outside. Adjacent the shower is a huge egg-shaped tub, and then a small wing wall giving the toilet a bit of privacy. Immediately to my right is the large double vanity, all very contemporary. I hate that this is exactly the type of house I'd like to have for myself. 

I can't pass up the opportunity for a bath in that tub. I start filling the water and search the cabinet under the sink for soaps and find vanilla bath oil. I can take a bath, enveloped by his scent. Well, part of his scent. The leather and spices are missing, unfortunately. I'm ashamed that I'm longing for his scent so. I pour an ample amount into the running water and make sure the temperature is holding as steam begins to build. 

While that's filling, I must check out the closet. I really can't help it. The walk-in closet is huge, about half the size of the bedroom itself. There is a narrow full height glass window in the corner with a view of the terrrace and a huge skylight above. Half of the closet appears to be women's clothes and shoes. It dawns on me that if half the closet is men's clothing. I'm sharing his bed!?

I lift the arm of one of his blazers to my nose and inhale his scent. The whole closet smells of him. I make my way to the other side of the closet. Wow! So many amazing pieces of clothing! It's packed with dresses, shirts, skirts, etc. all my size and all my style. So much for covert! He knows all about me, down to the colors I would select. 

I open some of the built-in drawers to find all colors and styles of bras, panties, hose, socks, etc. One of the drawers is filled with very expensive matching lingerie, teddies, rompers, etc. Are these for me?

If I'm stuck in this house, I may as well be comfortable. I select a simple but sexy light pink matching silk bra and panties set, a pair of dark skinny jeans and a magenta three quarter sweater one quarter sheer top. I lay it all out on the large cushioned bench in the middle of the closet and head back into the bathroom to relax a bit. My ass is sore from the spanking and my arms are sore from nearly falling off a roof. 

As I disappear into a fog of vanilla and steam, I can't help but think of last night. Images flash through my head of his gaze, his lips parting mine, the painful pleasure of his hand falling hard on my bare skin while I'm helpless to stop him. I run my hands over my wet body, over my hard nipples, trailing my silky flesh down to the pit of my stomach. I trace a circle around my belly button, smiling at the thought of Alex pulling me back onto the roof and lifting me into his arms. I continue this trail further down into the hot water, finding myself at the source of my pleasure. Then I remember Alex's stern words: You're not to touch yourself while I'm gone.

Who the fuck does he think he is!? But still, I obey. I'm not sure why. I sit up and stare out of the window and get to work washing my hair with the luxurious shampoo and conditioner I found.

I stayed in the heavenly bath until the water was cold. After finishing my minimalist beauty routine with products I found in the bathroom vanity, I dressed in the closet, threw on a pair of simple flats and crept out of the bedroom. It's quiet in the house. I can take some time to look around and map my surroundings. Maybe I can even find a phone, though part of me doesn't want to. 

The corridor outside of the bedroom is half glass with a view out to more trees on the left side. At the halfway point the glass wall becomes open to the interior, with a glass railing looking down to a formal but minimal dining room. The wall to the right is solid white with art. Interesting pieces, all portraits of various kinds, women in motion with looks of ecstacy on their faces. Of course this is what he would decorate his walls with. 

At the end of the solid wall, the space opens up to the double height foyer with a glass wall looking onto the terrace. I round the walkway and make my way down the floating wood staircase, which leads into the double height foyer. I can see the open kitchen directly ahead.

Standing next to the solid natural oak front door is a stiff man in a suit who looks nervous, "Miss Whitting, I'm Ted." I recognize his voice immediately as the man who burst into the room while we were, erhm, embracing. 

"Ted, please call me Madison. I've a feeling we'll be seeing each other often, so there's no need for such formality," I decide being direct and indifferent is the best approach.

"Madison then. Pleasure. Alexander had to leave for a few hours and wanted me to make sure that you have whatever you need."

"I'm fine, thank you." I study him. Black suite with a crisp white shirt and black tie. His radio goes off, a mumbled voice on the other end. As he reaches for it, nverously, I make out a Sig Sauer P226 beneath his jacket. Damn...armed. No matter. I need more intel. Leaving now would be fruitless.

"Excuse me, ma'am. I'll get back to my post, but if you need anything, people will be in and out to check on the house periodically," he mumbles something in code as he leaves through the front door. I'll have to study and learn their 'language.'

I'm starving! I make my way toward the kitchen, noting a corridor to one side that leads to the formal dining room that I could see from the hall upstairs. I'm starting to form a mental map of the house. To the left directly under the upstairs corridor is the large open kitchen, all white. Beyond that, under the master bedroom, is the huge open living room, which you step down into. The entire room is surrounded by glass on all sides, save a massive fireplace on the terrace side of the room. The TV! I can find out where I am! I flip on the TV and cycle through to the weather channel. Port Moody....I'm in Canada.

I practically rip the refrigerator door off the hinges as I scavene for food. I find ingredients to make a salad and go to work finding the utensils, plates, etc. to put it together. With my salad and a glass of water, I sit on a stool at the huge island and devour it. I feel like I've not eaten in days! I put my plate and fork in the empty dishwasher and continue about the house. The living room is filled with contemporary, clean pieces of furniture. The only way to the outside from this room is to the terrace. No other doors. 

I go back to the foyer and make my way across to the other half of the U-shaped house. I make my way down a long corridor, following the double height glass terrace wall. To the left is a doorway leading to a small library. Beyond that on the right is a door that leads into a guest suite. This was the one story part of the house that I could see from upstairs, opposite the terrace. The hall terminates at a solid door that I can't get open. I'll have to pick that later. Perhaps on the other side of that is the basement he mentioned. I remember his comment about locking me in a cell, spending only a second to ponder its meaning. I've no time for that now. He could return any moment and my exploration will be over.

This seems to be the entire house. It's not a mansion by any means, but it's incredibly spatious, clean and beautiful. Clearly not a wasteful man. From all glass walls I can't see any nearby structures. I pop into the library to pick up a phone as a test. As I suspected, a man asks if he can help me on the other end. I hang up. He has the phone system going through a guard post somewhere. 

I need fresh air. I head back to the foyer where I saw a door to the terrace. The air is crisp and damp outside. I walk to the end of the terrace and look over the edge. There is no railing, and the view down takes me a bit by surprise, as I flash back to the ledge giving way. 

The house is built on a cliffside, and it's a long drop down. I can see a set of stone steps on the opposite side leading down, but I'm going to obey the rules for now before I make any rash moves. Rather than sit at the ipe table and chairs that I passed, I sit Indian-style on the edge of the terrace, lean back on my hands behind me, close my eyes and breathe in the fresh air. Despite the crisp oxygen, my breath is heavy as my mind once again finds itself slipping into a euphoria of memory from the prior evening.

It feels like only minutes before I'm surprised by a pair of strong hands on my shoulders, "Glad to see you're enjoying the view, Madison. Although it looks a lot better with your eyes open." He smiles coyly, as if he knew what visions were playing in my mind. How does he keep sneaking up on me like that!? Oh right...spy.

"You can call me Mad if you'd like, Alex," I'm not sure where this came from. I hate that nickname.

He sits on the slightly damp concrete next to me, despite his obviously nice pantsuit that most men wouldn't want to dirty. His eyes are even more blue in this light, "Is that what you prefer?"

"Not necessarily, but it always seems to catch on no matter what. Must be my suicidal tendencies," I give him a face that says I'm mocking him.

"I prefer Madison. It's much more beautiful and sophisticated, speaks more about who you really are than 'Mad'. Although that's up for some debate."

I can't help but chuckle, "I agree entirely, Alex. Did you get your affairs in order, wherever you went?"

"For now. We shall see how things play out," he can tell I'm trying to get information and quickly changes the subject, "Did you have something to eat?"

"I did, thank you. And you? Are you hungry?"

"Always, but usually not for food," his response surprises me and makes me blush. "Even casual you manage to be stunning, Madison." His eyes follow the curves of my breast as the soft fabric of my top drapes over them. "Do you approve of the selection in the closet? If not, I can certainly arrange for some new selections to be made."

"That's not necessary, but thank you. You, well...whoever, has selected beautiful pieces. I appreciate it."

"I'm glad you approve. And it's really no problem. I will graciously accept all of the credit, as I selected each item, personally, even the intimates," he raises an eyebrow, as he is clearly trying to arouse a response.

"Speaking of intimate...we're sharing a bed?"

"You are my prisoner, after all. That being said, I'm not planning to rape you, and I certainly don't want to make you uncomfortable. I can arrange for the guest suite."

"I think that may be more appropriate, no?"

He looks a bit hurt, "Fine. It's settled. I'll arrange for your things to be moved."

An awkward silence settles, and we stare out into the trees. Finally he breaks the silence, "Defiance. I'm not used to a woman defying me or daring to argue with me."

"Oh? Everyone do what you tell them to when you tell them to do it?"

"I have my ways," he leans over and rubs my cheek with the same palm he used to spank me. That hand, so smooth yet so rough. I try to ignore the sexual tension between us, but it's thick and the fresh air is heavy and electric. 

I have to diffuse it somehow and decide to address the other elephant in the room, "You realize they started looking for me many hours ago, Alex. I've no doubt they will find me."

"Oh, I'm well aware of standard protocol for an agent-gone-missing. However, I've every doubt about them finding you. I wouldn't get your hopes up. I'm not sure how many times I have to tell you -"

"I'm yours, so you say," I interrupt sarcastically.

"Say it again," his voice is suddenly heated and demanding, "And mean it."

I narrow my eyes defiantly, "I refuse to continue stroking your ego, Alex."

"Would you prefer to stroke something else?" Alex smiles. How crude!

I look away, unsure if I'm offended by his aggressive, lewd advances or if I find them refereshing. Either way, I'm trying to hide the fact that my breathing just got so much heavier. I'm not used to men like him. Most men seem intimidated by me. I'm not sure if it's my confidence or they can just tell I could easily kick their asses. I'm not sure what frightens me more, that he's not afraid of me or that I'm so turned on that he's not. 

I decide to go on the defensive to see how he reacts, "Do you enjoy making me feel uncomfortable?"

"On the contrary, Madison. I want you to be at ease with me, to trust me."

"Then why does it feel like you're always trying to make me feel small?"

His face fills with concern, "Is that what you think I'm doing?"

He looks almost apologetic as I nod. 

"It's getting chilly out here," he glances at his watch, "It's nearly 5:30 already. I'd like to cook dinner for you tonight. Do you like lamb?"

He changed the subject very smoothly. There's more to this, but he clearly doesn't want to discuss it right now. I decide to go along with his new topic, "I love lamb." 

"Wonderful. Come. I'll get you a glass of wine, and perhaps you will you keep me company while I cook?" he stands, on a mission, and reaches his hand out to help me up. In a surprising move he doesn't let go of my hand as he leads me inside through the glass door. He pulls out a stool at the island and pats the seat, "Sit and relax. I've been saving a wonderful Loire Valley Sancerres for a special occasion."

"This is a special occasion?"

He stops and looks into my eyes, "You are the special occasion, Madison. Need I remind you that I've been searching for you for a long time?"

How does he keep managing to make me blush? He pulls out two glasses and pours a little in each, handing one to me, "To the end of the search, to the start of whatever happens next." After we clink and sip, he's all business, rolling up his sleeves and pulling fresh ingredients from the refrigerator and cupboards. 

"Can I help?" I actually feel guilty just sitting here. "Absolutely not. Just enjoy your wine and keep me company."

"Well, you know all about me. Tell me about your childhood," I have to take advantage of these carefree moments. Cooking is clearly an activity that relaxes him, as it does me. 

"Sure," he seems somewhat surprised by my interest but obliges me, "Well you know how my parents met. Young and in love. I didn't make that up. They married very quickly and I was born about a year later. I didn't see them much growing up. My father worked all the time to support us. He insisted my mother finish school to become a nurse. When I three my grandmother, my mother's mother, came to live with us and take care of me. She kept me in line, a strict disciplinarian and had me speaking several languages and quoting Baudelaire by the time I was six. She was an incredible woman. Sadly, she died when I was ten."

"I'm so sorry."

"Thank you. She will always hold a very special place in my heart. That's when things started becoming...complicated. I didn't do well left to my own devices. I made a lot of trouble in school and started running with a bad crowd. My parents were killed in a car crash when I was fourteen."

"That's so awful," I am literally fighting back tears. This poor man has had such tragedy in his life, and I've never had so much in common with someone. He's just like me.

"At the time I wasn't very bothered by it. I barely saw my parents. By that time my mother was working nonstop at the hospital, even more than my father. They'd made some bad investments and were working as much as they could to pay them down. Things continued in the same way for a few years. Then at sixteen, I was arrested."

"Arrested? What for?"

"I used an illegal ID to get into a bar and picked a fight with a man. Like I said, bad crowd," he pauses and puts down the knife he's using to cut carrots, closing his eyes as pain streaks across his face, "I beat him so hard I nearly killed him."

I can't help myself, I need to comfort him. I slowly make my way around the island and approach him, putting my left hand on his back and wrapping my fingertips around his right arm. He sets the knife down and slowly turns his head. There is so much torment behind those icy blue eyes as he says, "I hope I'm not frightening you with all of this. That's the last thing I want. I just want you to know me, all of me."

"No you're not, Alex. You remind me...so much of myself when I was younger. I was angry all the time with everyone and everything. I was insecure and ashamed of who I was. I didn't want to be ordinary, to fade into the background. I didn't-"

"You couldn't be ordinary if you tried, Madison," with that he turns me around, pressing my back hard against the island and he's devouring my mouth in a deep kiss. His hands are exploring my body, diving into the back of my jeans and under my shirt, running over my breasts. Suddenly he pulls away again, breathless, "Stop. We have to stop."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing at all," his hand is softly caressing my face, "I want it to be...perfect."

Apparently he's made plans that I've not been privy to, "Want what to be perfect? Clearly you've made some assumptions about what's going to happen between us."

A devilish smile crosses his face, "If something were to happen between us. I want it to be perfect. I could just take you if you'd prefer. You're my prisoner, after all. Nothing has to be with your consent. ...But I want it to be." I am beaming on the inside, but just slightly smiling on the outside. He can't know how happy that just made me to hear. And how turned on!

"Now sit back down and drink some wine. I'll finish cooking and telling my story. This is where things start looking up, " he motions me back to the stool, "So, this man from the bar, shows up a year and a half later to visit me in prison. And he says to me, 'We're going to drop all charges against you. And you are going to come work for us.' I had no idea what that meant, but I wasn't going to say no to being released. Despite my criminal tendencies, prison was not very becoming of me. So I agreed. After many years of education, training and being on teams for various assignments, I became an agent. And the rest of the details are need-to-know, but I'm sure there will be some here and there that I can share."

"Well, that's quite a story, Alex. I appreciate you sharing it with me," I take a large sip of wine and immediately blush as he smiles at me that way that he does whenever he has a comment to make about my swallowing. But he stays silent. 

He puts the lamb and carrots in the oven, pours us both more wine and leads me to the large sectional sofa in the living room that faces the massive fireplace. I sit while he lights it, anticipating more kissing. Please! 




Deep Undercover Ch. 02



Sadly those fantasties are interrupted when the phone rings. "Excuse me," Alex sets his wine down and picks up the cordless phone, "Yes. Patch him through." He motions that he has to leave the room, and I'm left alone with amazing wine in front of a roaring fire.

I watch the sun setting through the trees, a heavy mist enveloping the forest. Alex has been gone for quite some time. I love this time of day. I almost don't even want to leave this- what the fuck am I saying!? I've been kidnapped! This isn't a romantic retreat! 

My inner monologue is interrupted by a loud beeping. I put down my wine and rush to the oven, grab a pair of mitts and pull out the lamb and carrots. It smells heavenly. As I'm putting it on the counter I'm startled to hear Alex right behind me, "Thank you, Madison. My sincere apologies for keeping you waiting. Please let me take care of all this. If you could just grab some plates, utensils and the bottle of wine? I thought we could 'picnic' in front of the fireplace?"

"How romantic, Alex. Are you trying to seduce me?"

"One can dream," he smirks as he cuts the lamb and places everything neatly on serving dishes. I take everything and place it on the silk rug a few feet in front of the fire. It's so nice and toasty! It's almost completely dark outside, the outlines of the nearest tree trunks barely visible. Alex joins me with the bowl of steaming carrots and the heavenly smelling lamb. He pours more wine and sits across from me. He picks up a remote off the table and pushes a button, dimming the overhead lighting. 

I watch the flames dance in Alex's eyes, as he stares into mine like he's looking into my soul. "Come. We can't let the food get cold," he picks up my plate and gently serves me.

"Everything smells heavenly, Alex. Handsome, sexy, deadly and a good cook. None of this was in your file," I tease. He smiles and blushes slightly as he serves himself some of the delicious meal that he's prepared. 

We eat slowly, chatting about the design of the house, the history of the land it's on, the artwork scattered throughout that he'd like to show me. I don't think I've ever had such a great date. This isn't a date. 

I have to keep reminding myself that this isn't some enchanting love story. But it feels that way.

As I take my last bite, Alex picks up the remote and turns on music. A voice faintly floods the room, the lyrics classic, beautiful and cheesy all at once. I can't help but give him a raised eyebrow, "Really?"

"What? It's cheesy, but quite perfect, don't you think? This masked man takes her away, keeping her to himself in the bowls of the opera house, hoping to woo her into submission..." a devlish smile crosses his face, almost playful.

"Submission? I think perhaps that wasn't his intention."

"Well, again, semantics and setting."

He stands, holding his hand out to me. I take it, as he gently lifts me up, leading me to the wood floor in front of the fireplace. With a dramatic sweep of the song, he spins me around and we find ourselves laughing like adolescents, forgetting ourselves momentarily. The music slows and he pulls me closer, staring into my eyes. It seems as if hours pass, although only moments of the song have gone by, as Alex leans in and puts his lips to mine. 

He kisses me softly a few times, his eyes not leaving mine. He pulls away but continues to stare into me without even blinking. A look of hunger takes over his face, as hie is suddenly parting my lips aggressively and probing my mouth with his tongue, sliding it suggestively in and out. I don't even feel like I'm breathing on my own. He's kissing me so deeply, so intensely that I feel like we're sharing oxygen, our lungs are one. 

His hands find their way down my back and over my ass. I grip his shoulder tightly with my left hand, my right finding its way to his rock hard chest. As he continues his oral assault, I can feel him leading me backward, toward the hearth. I can feel the warmth of the flames at my feet, fueling this fire that's building up within me. 

In one swift move, he turns me around, facing the white of the wall and pins my arms to the wall above the fireplace. With his left hand, he tightly grasps my left wrist, holding it in place. "Don't move your right hand from this wall," he commands. His right hands finds its way to my neck, brushing my scarlet locks aside as he gently runs his tongue over the apex of my shoulder. 

I can feel his erection on the small of my back, pressing against me as if trying to find a way inside. Despite my lust and desire to have him in my cunt, all I can think about is his cock filling my mouth, pushing against the back of my throat. I want to taste him so badly.

As I'm lost in a cloud of arousal, feeling intoxicated by it, as his hand finds its way to the bottom of my top. He gently glides under, exploring the soft skin of my toned stomach, working his way slowly up. He reaches the cool silk of the pink bra. The bra he bought for me. He caresses my soft, plush breast. The feel of his strong hand through the smooth silk heightens the sense that he is invading me.

Very suddenly, he pinches my nipple through the bra, hard. It takes me by such surprise that I can't even make a sound. All I can do is let out a heavy breath of ecstacy. Nobody has ever pinched my nipple before. The pain...so exquisite!

I feel his hot breath on my ear, "Mmmm. Good girl." That voice! It's the voice from last night, that voice that escaped his mouth just after I'd come, that voice that says I am his and only his to do with what he desires, that voice that is so deep and animalistic that I'm reminded of my sexuality and feminism. 

Still not removing his left hand from my left wrist, he slides his right downward. I instinctually move my right hand to stop him, which he intercepts immediately. "I think we can put this to better use," he says, as he pulls my hand behind me and presses my palm against his bulging head. Despite the layers of fabric trying to stop me, I wrap my fingers around his cock. It's so thick and hard. I feel his breath quicken against my ear.

I tense with anticipation as he reaches the tops of my jeans. "Relax, baby," he says, unbottoning the top button and slowly sliding down the zipper. Oh please...faster! I need you to touch me! His hand finds its way over the top of my silk panties. "You're soaked," he says, half breathlessly. 

"Yes," is all I can muster the strengh to say as he runs circles over the silk, knowing exactly the spot he's teasing. My breathing quickens. It's been so long since someone has touched me there. 

I feel the leather of his belt as my hand finds its way to the top of his pants. As I reach in and wrap my fingers against the warm throbbing skin of his cock, his finger presses harder onto my clit. I start stroking him with every bit of strength I can spare. I'm getting closer and closer, as he presses harder and harder and circles faster. 

With barely any breath, but still in that commanding voice he utters, "Did you touch yourself today, Madison?"

I can barely think, "I-I-"

Despite the obvious distraction, his words get more authoratative, "I said, did you touch yourself today, Madison?"

"I started to," I can barely stammer out the words without breath, "But I stopped because I remembered-"

He pushes his finger even harder against my button, "You disobeyed me, Madison. Do you think you should be punished?"

"I...don't...know," I'm so close I can barely speak. 

Suddenly he releases my left wrist and pulls my hand from his pants, while simultaneously pulling his hand from mine. He turns me around, his face inches from mine, his breath quick and heavy. He doesn't look angry, but he looks intense, "Your punishment is that you're not allowed to come tonight."

I feel as if my jaw just hit the floor. I've never been tempted to beg, but so help me I might! I won't give him the satisfaction. But please! Before I can even think about uttering another word, his lips are on mine, his tongue delving into my open mouth. Within seconds, he's stopped and is staring into my eyes, "I think we should sleep. I'll show you to the guest room."

Already my defiance on the terrace earlier is betraying me. Not only do I not get to come, I can't even feel the warmth of his body next to me tonight. I nod, a bit sorrowfully. I was so close! I close my eyes and take a deep breath to make the pain of the near-orgasm go away. Alex's stern face forms a smile. He knows exactly what he's doing to me. He glances at his watch, "I realize it's only 9:15, but I'm a bit jet-lagged. You?" It's as if none of the past however-many-minutes just occurred. "I am, actually," I manage to pretend I'm not bothered by the sudden mood shift. 

"We can leave these. The house keeper will be in early tomorrow, "Alex motions to our picnic, "Come this way, though I'm sure you've already explored every inch of the house. That is, every inch you could find." He grabs my hand and gently leads me up the steps and toward the foyer. I've not even had a chance to do up my jeans. He leads me to the wing on the opposite side of the terrace and down the hall to the guest suite. 

I glanced this way earlier, but didn't bother to look further to see what an incredibly room this is. Another modern, four poster bed looks out a wall of glass to the forest in the same direction as the master bedroom. Looking out onto the view is a large Danish modern chair with an ottoman. Behind the bed, to the left of the door is a walk in closet that leads into yet another huge bathroom with a deep tub and a shower with a full height window. 

"It's lovely," I try not to sound disappointed. But it's not your bed.

"I'm glad you like it. I'll have your things relocated tomorrow after you've woken. I'll be around in the morning, and I'll have Helga make you whatever you'd like for breakfast," he's all business, as if his hand wasn't just spelunking within my jeans.

"You needn't trouble her. I can make my own breakfast."

"It's really no trouble," his eyes follow me suspiciously as I make my way to the bed. Two can play at this game. Looking away from him and towards the view, I pull down my jeans and bend over slowly as I slide them down my legs. I can feel his eyes on me, but I don't dare look in his direction. Still bent over, I yank one leg off at a time and toss them aside. 

I sit on the edge of the bed, lean back and glare at him, challenging him to dare leave this room without finishing what he started. He walks slowly toward me, his eyes glowing in the dimly lit room like a cat's, unwavering, his erection still very visible and pointing to what I know he wants. With his bare foot, he kicks my legs apart and steps between them.

I knew he couldn't resist me. No man can. He leans over and kisses my lips gently. My pulse and breth immediately quicken. "Madison," he says, again in that voice. 

"Yes, Alex?" I utter a whisper.

He kisses me deep and hard. "Don't you dare fucking touch yourself tonight, or so help me," with that he stands, walks toward the door and exits the room, as I'm left on the bed, my legs spread like a whore and the taste of spices on my lips.



Deep Undercover Ch. 02



Dana closed her eyes and concentrated on making the General cum. She worked her left hand on the base of his cock while the right hand massaged his balls. She bobbed her head back and forth, varying the speed and pressure as she used every technique she could recall. Maybe I should give him a reach around? That sends some guys over the top–like Levan. There are others, though, who think it's kind of gay and get pissed off. It's probably best if I just keep doing what I'm already doing.

The General placed his hands on the sides of Dana's head and thrust in and out of her mouth. Within minutes his intensity matched Dana's. He forced his cock to the back of her throat as long streams of drool ran out off her chin and dripped onto the floor. He fucked her face with the ferocity of a prisoner enjoying his first night of freedom after a lengthy incarceration. 

As the General's orgasm approached he became rougher, pulling her hair and snapping her head from side to side. He slapped her, and then pinched her nose shut so that she couldn't breathe. 

"That's it, puta. Suck my cock."

The adoring gentleman who had showered her with compliments was gone, replaced by a cruel old man with an unnaturally hard cock and a disdain for whores. He held her hair with one hand and slapped her face with the other while he continued to shove his cock in and out of her mouth. 

Without warning, he held Dana's head in both hands and pressed her face against his belly. His cock was entirely engulfed by her mouth when the first spurts of thick semen erupted in the back of her throat. Holding Dana by her hair, the General pumped one blast after another down Dana's gullet. Her gag reflex attempted to expel both the intruding shaft and its creamy issue, but the General's strong grip held her in place. No matter what, just don't puke.

When he was through ejaculating, the General released his grip and relaxed. Dana slumped backward, resting her butt on her upraised heels. She didn't have to think about swallowing–the General shot his load directly down her throat. No residue remained in her mouth. At least that's over.





Deep Undercover Ch. 02



Oh fuck. Goddamn it. Dana buried her face in the cushions and sobbed.

"I don't know why you're acting like this," the General teased. "At my age, there is no finer pleasure than the firm body of a beautiful young woman. You are giving me a gift that I will remember all of the remaining days of my life."

I hope you die soon, bastard.

Dana tried to disassociate her mind from her body in an effort to block out the pain. She thought of the academy; she thought of her friends and her career; and then she thought of Levan. Levan would never treat me so brutally. Levan is gentle and loving. Levan would shower me with kisses and caress my skin. Levan would honor me and protect me. 

But he's not protecting me. It's his fault I'm in this mess. Levan, Espinoza, and Hendricks–where are they? Why didn't anyone rescue me? How did I end up in Cuba? 

The General continued sawing in and out of Dana's bruised and broken rectum. He paused on several occasions to squirt more lube onto his cock, but otherwise maintained his steady pace for over thirty minutes. Dana buried her face and sobbed into the cushions as flames engulfed her raw asshole. 

There was a knock at the door, but the General ignored it. The door opened a crack and one of Las Casas' men poked his head in the salon. 

"El Jefe will be here in ten minutes," he said. 

The General nodded at the man, who then withdrew his head and closed the door. The General increased his pace. 

Dana wrapped her arms around the thick leather-covered cushion in an effort to brace herself for the inevitability of the General's final assault. Her hand slid into the gap between the sofa arm and the bench. She felt a hard object wedged into the gap. She wrapped her hand around it as her mind raced. The bug! I forgot about the bug! I have to plant it before Las Casas returns.

"Fuck me!" she demanded through clenched teeth. "Fuck my ass! C'mon, give it to me!"

Hurry up and cum, damn it. I'm running out of time.

"Mmm, yes, I knew you would enjoy it, eventually," the General gloated. "A whore always likes it when a real man takes her and roughs her up a little."

The General grabbed a fistful of her hair and snapped her head backward so that she was looking up at the ceiling. He spit on her face, and then pushed it into the cushions. His pace quickened as he raced to achieve orgasm before Las Casas returned.

"Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Give me that big cock!"

"Mmmm, oh yes, puta, take it. Take it. Take my cock in your tight little whore ass."

"Fuck my ass! Fuck me like a whore! Fuck it!"

"Get ready, whore. Get ready. Almost there. Almost."

"Do it. Fuck me harder. Fuck my ass. Fuck my whore ass!" Sell it. I've got to sell it.

"It's cumming. Almost. It's cumming."

"Fuck it! Fuck it! Make me cum! Fuck me with that big hard cock!"

"Ungh! Ahhhhhhh! Ungh! Oh, yes! Ungh!"

"Oh, baby. Oh, baby. That's so good. Your cock is so good. So good. Mmmmm." You ass raping old pervert. Why don't you go home and try fucking your wife like that? Afraid she'll cut off your balls?

The General withdrew his cock and reached for his clothes.

"Don't you want to clean up, first?" Dana asked. "Your cock was drilling my asshole almost to my stomach."

"Of course, of course."

"If you look in the cabinet behind the bar, you should find some hand towels. There's bottled water in the mini refrigerator. There might even be some liquid soap back there, as well."

"My dear, you're forgetting just who is the guest and who is the whore."

"I'm sorry." Fuck!

Dana stood and walked behind the bar. She located several small towels, a bottle of hand sanitizer, and two bottles of water. She returned to the sofa and handed the General a towel. She set the remaining supplies on the cocktail table.

"Why are you giving me this? I'm not a maid. That's your job."

Dana frowned for a second, but regained her composure before the General could see her face. She poured water onto one of the hand towels and cleaned his still erect cock. She then squirted some hand sanitizer onto her palm and massaged the length of the General's cock.

"Thank you," he said, "but I don't think we have time for round three."

Thank God for small miracles. Dana poured water onto another towel and wiped her pussy and ass. She placed the damp towel on the cushion between her leg and the sofa arm. She watched the General put on his pants and underwear, and waited for him to bend over to tie his shoes. When he sat on a lounge chair with his shoes between his feet, Dana eased her hand beneath the towel and into the sofa. She watched the General bend over. She fished the capsule out of its hiding spot, and covered it with the damp cloth. She slid the towel onto her lap and waited. When the General reached for his second shoe, she stuffed the capsule into her pussy. Her hand returned to the cushion just as the General was sitting up in his chair.

"Can I get you anything?" Dana asked.

"Some cold water, please," the General answered. "In a glass."

Dana gathered the towels and water bottles and walked behind the bar. She squatted on the floor and removed the capsule from her pussy. She opened it, removed the bug, and returned the capsule to her vagina. Just as she was attaching the adhesive surface of the bug to the underside of a shelf, the door opened. Dana grabbed a bottle of water and stood up, without switching the device to the 'on' position.

"El General!" Las Casas' voice boomed. "I trust Lydia has taken good care of you?"

"She is, as you say, a very rare gem. I was most impressed with her skills. In fact, I was so impressed that I would like to make an offer for her."

Dana's heart stopped beating for a second. Her eyes grew wide and a gasp escaped her lips.

Las Casas chuckled.

"I'm afraid, old friend, that this one is not for sale."

"That's rather ungracious of you, Señor Las Casas. I'm leaving you with my dear sweet twins–as gifts, no less–and you will not entertain an offer to sell me your newly acquired whore? She can't be worth that much to you already that would spurn the good faith offer of a dear old friend?"

"I appreciate your generosity, esteemed General. However, there would be complications if I were to sell Lydia to you. She is an American. She would not adapt well to living on your island, and that would lead to problems at the highest level. Problems would lead to scrutiny, and that is something none of us can afford."

"Jorge, you have left Americans here in the past."

"That was different. Those girls were ... damaged. They fell through the cracks and were already forgotten long before I made their acquaintance. This one would be missed."

"My twins will be missed."

"By you, yes, but I suspect that your wife will be pleased when they do not return. The important point is, that no one will be looking for them. And where I am taking them, no one will question their presence. I can't say the same for Lydia. If I were to leave her here, there would be consequences."

"Very well. I suspected as much, but I had to ask."

Dana breathed a sigh of relief.





Deep Undercover Ch. 03



Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are fictitious and over the age of eighteen. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter 3

"Sit down, Detectives," Captain Hendricks said. "Do either of you have any idea why I asked you to meet with me?"

"No." Detective Harris fidgeted with the files in his hand and refused to look Hendricks in the eye.

"Is this about our closed file reports?" Detective Espinoza asked. "I think I can explain that dip. As you know, we've both been in court testifying on the O'Mara prosecution. The Assistant State's Attorney has been monopolizing our time this month with briefings and strategy sessions. Every day she's had at least one us tied up until after midnight for two straight weeks. We haven't been out on the street as much as we'd like to be."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Hendricks took off his glasses and glared at Espinoza. "Cadet Alvarado hasn't reported to the Academy in over a week. Do either of you know anything about her absence?"

"No, sir," Harris answered.

"When did it become my responsibility to babysit cadets?" Espinoza sneered. "I have cases to close."

"It just seems rather suspicious to me that the very person you two recommended for this covert operation turned up missing a week before it was scheduled to take place."

"Then I suppose you made the correct decision when you elected not to approve it," Espinoza said.

"Cadet Alvarado did not impress me as the type that would drop out of the program just weeks before graduation," Hendricks countered. "I got the impression that she's made of sterner stuff than that."

"Maybe she had personal issues, you know?" Espinoza looked out the window. "Stuff at home. Boyfriend problems. Who knows?"

Harris' head snapped up. He shot a quick look at Espinoza and then bent his neck again.

"Is there something you want to add, Harris?"

"No, sir."

"Her instructors are baffled. She's near the top of her class, they tell me. Her phone goes straight to voice mail. It makes no sense. Unless she went out of town, for some unknown reason."

"We haven't spoken to her, Captain," Espinoza said.

"Run by her apartment. Talk to her family. Find out whatever you can and report back to me."

"Yes, sir." Harris looked up at Hendricks. His eyes were moist.

"Are we excused?" Espinoza asked.

"Get out of here."

* * * *

Dana sat in the stateroom on Las Casas' boat, picking at the plate of food in front of her. Las Casas was in the house meeting with his advisors, leaving her alone for the third consecutive evening.

After killing Crespo, Dana ran out of the house and holed herself up on the yacht. The twins took turns watching over her, but Dana refused to talk to them or anyone else. She cried herself to sleep that night, not even waking up when Las Casas joined her in the bed just before dawn. She awoke the next morning with his arms around her and his erection poking her in the back, but she did not respond and he did not press the issue.

Dana spent the next day alone on the yacht. The twins continued to check on her, but otherwise she was left alone. Plates of food were brought to her at mealtime, but she ate very little.

In the evening she asked Ana to bring her a bottle of champagne. Ana returned with a bottle of Dom Perignon, which Dana finished in less than an hour. She asked Micaela to bring her a second bottle, which she took with her to the hot tub. Ana found her an hour later, her chin resting on her chest and the empty bottle floating in the frothy water. Ana helped Dana out of the tub and dragged her limp body to the stateroom. The brunette removed Dana's bikini and put her to bed. Dana was snoring before Ana could turn off the lights.

Dana awoke the next day with Micaela sleeping at her side. Las Casas spent the night in the house, and left Micaela to watch over her. Dana spent most of that day in bed with the curtains drawn and the lights off. Her epic hangover was compounded by the gentle rocking of the boat. At one point she considered relocating to the house, but the searing pain she experienced when she tried to stand ended that thought.

It was late in the afternoon when she was finally able to sit up. She didn't stir when breakfast or lunch were brought to her, but by dinner time she was feeling hungry. The twins brought her a plate of churrasco, rice, and tostones. There was also bowl of diced fruit and a basket of bread. Dana picked at the churrasco, nibbled on the tostones, and ignored the rice and bread. She ate most of the fruit, leaving little for the twins.

"El Jefe says that if you don't come out of here by tomorrow morning, then we're supposed to drag you out," Micaela said.

Dana looked up from her food and saw Micaela glaring at her.

"Stop lying," Ana scolded.

"I'm ... not feeling well," Dana said.

"We know," Micaela said. "We heard you this morning puking in the head. How much did you drink last night?"

"I don't know," Dana answered. "Two bottles of champagne? Three? I'm not sure."

"First time you ever killed someone?" Ana extended her hand to rub Dana's arm.

"Yes."

"It gets easier," Micaela said.

"Have the two of you killed before?"

"Yes," Ana answered. She dropped her head and looked at the table, then peered out the window. "Several times. The first time was the hardest. Pulling the trigger was easy, but I froze when the body hit the ground. I would have been captured if my sister wasn't there to pull me out of it."

"Who was it?"

"A maggot," Micaela sneered.

"A party politician who was scheming with El General's rivals to discredit him," corrected Ana.

"The world is a better place without him." Micaela said. "El General would have been ruined if my sister hadn't eliminated him when she did."

"My sister is overstating things."

"And if it's any consolation, Lydia, Crespo deserved to die." Micaela looked deep into Dana's eyes. "El Jefe was going to kill him whether he talked or not. You did him a service and proved your loyalty at the same time."

"Then why is he still angry?"

"He's angry at the betrayal," Micaela said. "He and Crespo had a lot of history together. Las Casas was a small time dealer in Barranquilla when he recruited Crespo--a 13 year old street kid--as a mule. Twenty years later Las Casas is the biggest supplier in the Western Hemisphere and Crespo is his right hand man. Crespo's treachery was devastating."

"He's grateful for your intervention," Ana added.

"It doesn't seem that way."

"Then consider this," Micaela said. "Tomorrow you start training with us."

"Training?"

"You're being promoted from whore to security." Micaela smiled at Dana. "You'll get to guard his body in more ways than one."

Wonderful. Now I'll never get a chance to go home.

* * * *

Las Casas slipped into the stateroom and crept into bed without turning on the lights. He did his best to avoid waking Dana, but the effort was pointless. She was already awake.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Two-thirty. Did I wake you? I was trying not to disturb you."

"You didn't. I couldn't sleep."

"You're still upset. Would you like a sleeping pill?"

"No. I have to work through this."

"Lydia."

"Yes."

"You did the right thing. If Crespo had gotten his hands on that gun, who knows what could have happened?"

"His hands were tied, Jorge."

"That made him even more dangerous. He's killed before under even more dire circumstances. He had the instincts of an animal. And you know, an animal is always most dangerous when cornered."

"Still, my first shot stopped him. I didn't have to kill him."

"If you hadn't, someone else would have had to. You finished what you started. I'm proud of you."

Las Casas wrapped an arm around Dana and pulled her body against his. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and her throat seemed to develop a lump bigger than her fist. She turned her face into the pillow so that he wouldn't know she was crying.

"It's OK, Lydia, it's OK." Las Casas ran his fingers through Dana's hair. "You put down a rabid animal. You probably saved my life. I've never been more impressed by any woman than I was at that moment. I wanted to kiss you."

Dana turned her face toward Las Casas.

"Do you really mean that?" She struggled to force the words from her constricted throat.

"Absolutely."

Dana bent her neck downward. Her heart was racing, and she wasn't sure why. Conflicting emotions were swirling around inside her head. Las Casas' words and his gentle tone calmed her fears and eased her loneliness, but at the same time produced a new sensation that she couldn't identify. She sifted through her feelings until it struck her. Without realizing it, she had been longing for his approval. It wasn't enough that he had assigned the twins to watch over her and care for her basic needs. She needed more than his acknowledgment. She craved his attention. Deep inside, she was ecstatic that he had finally returned to her.

Dana raised her head and searched for Las Casas' face. She couldn't see well in the dark, but she could sense that his eyes were open and he was looking directly at her. She moved her face toward him. She brushed her lips against his mouth. Las Casas cradled her face in his hands and parted his lips just enough to taste her breath in his mouth. Dana slipped her tongue past his teeth. Las Casas inhaled sharply, then met her tongue with his own tentative probe. When she did not retreat, he shifted his weight and rolled his shoulder into Dana.

Dana realized he was trying to maneuver her onto her back, but instead of submitting, she placed her free hand on his shoulder and pushed.

"My turn," she whispered.

Las Casas resisted for a moment, but then gave in and rolled onto his back. Dana wasted no time climbing on top of him. She raised her ass off his groin, reached between her legs, and closed her fingers around his stiff shaft. Dana carefully lowered her crotch onto the tip of his bulbous cockhead. She immediately realized that she was not yet wet enough to accommodate the magnificent prick throbbing in her hand.

Dana paused and rubbed the head against her slit several times. Within seconds moisture was seeping from her channel and lubricating the thick head poised at the entrance to her vulva. She rubbed the head in the crease between her lips, and then slid the glistening head against her clit. She felt her skin getting warmer as little jolts of electricity made their presence known in the back of her brain.

"Mmmmmmm," Las Casas moaned.

The man's guttural tone snapped Dana out of her revery. She placed the swollen tip against her tight opening and lowered her weight onto Las Casas' cock. The head stretched her walls as it slid into her tunnel. She felt a familiar fullness that her body welcomed like a hot meal on a cold day. Dana placed her hands on Las Casas' chest and pushed up and down several times. With each descent, another inch of his thick shaft disappeared inside her body.

Once she had taken his entire cock, Dana lowered her chest to his. Her nipples pressed into his skin as her mouth once again searched for his lips. Dana brushed his long black hair from his forehead, and then kissed his chin, cheeks and nose. She pressed her lips hard against his mouth. Las Casas pulled her auburn hair away from her face and returned her kiss. She felt her heart racing as her body craved more of him.

Dana was reveling in the contact of her lips against Las Casas' mouth when she felt a ripple run through her torso. She squeezed her thighs together and felt Las Casas' cock throbbing in her tunnel. Quite by accident she discovered that her clit was pressed against his pubic bone, and the slightest movement caused a shockwave to run from her pussy to the center of her brain. Every time she flexed her thighs another jolt raced through her. Las Casas' groans told her that he was enjoying the experience almost as much as she was.

Dana continued squeezing, but she was having a difficult time maintaining her concentration. The feelings she was experiencing were unlike anything she had ever felt before. The temptation to slide her pussy up and down on Las Casas' voluminous cock was becoming unbearable. She wanted to prolong the experience and see how high she could fly, but the urge to rush to orgasm was irresistible.

Thirty more seconds was all that Dana could take. Her need for relief overcame her interest in seeing how long she could hover on the event horizon of an ever-ascending climax. She buried her face in Las Casas' neck and rode his cock like a jockey riding a race horse down the back stretch of the Kentucky Derby.

Her tight body sliding up and down the thick shaft, each moan that escaped her throat was louder and longer than the one preceding it. Her orgasm was approaching like brick wall, and she was racing toward it with her foot on the accelerator. Her body was on fire like a circuit carrying ten times the electrical current it was designed to handle. Her ass rose up and down, slamming onto Las Casas' groin. The meaty cock filled and then vacated her pussy over and over. Her skin tingled as her mind soared higher and higher.

"Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ungh!"

Dana screamed when her body slammed into the wall. Stars exploded in her brain and she was unable to breathe. She wanted to peel off her skin but she could not stop pumping her hips. Every movement sent more ripples of pleasure cascading through her body. She saw every color all at once, and then everything went black.

She collapsed on Las Casas' chest. Her breathing resumed, but her heart continued racing. She tried to push up, but she did not have the strength to lift herself. She cradled his head and kissed his forehead.

"Thank you," she panted. "That was ... I can't describe it."

Dana hovered over Las Casas' face, leaving soft kisses on his cheeks, nose, and chin. When she reached his mouth she brushed her lips against his, then moved away when his lips parted. Las Casas responded by wrapping his arms around her back and then rolling his hips forward, pushing his cock another inch inside her.

"You--you're still hard." Dana's eyes bulged and her jaw hung open.

"Sì."

"But--didn't you cum?"

"It would be impolite for a man to cum before his lady."

"I'm your lady now? I thought I was your whore."

"A whore would never be allowed to look at me while we made love."

"Last week--"

"Last week you were my whore. Tonight you are my lady. Tomorrow--who knows?"

Dana leaned over and kissed Las Casas. She then rolled to the side, sliding off his cock and turning her back toward him. She tucked her knees against her chest and then reached behind for his arm.

"Hold me," she said.

Las Casas slid his arm over hers and pulled her toward him. His cock rested against the crack of her ass, but he made no move to enter her.

"Well?" she asked.

"Excuse me?"

"You're not finished yet."

Las Casas rolled his hips and adjusted his crotch so that the tip of his dick was pressed against moist Dana's lower lips.

"Not there," she said.

"I didn't think you liked it in your ass."

"You know that's what you want."

Dana rubbed her butt against his cock.

"We don't have to do this."

Dana reached back, grabbed his cock, and placed the head against her anus. She pushed her butt back against his cock. Her sphincter opened a fraction, allowing the tip to enter.

"Fuck my ass, Jorge. You know you want to."

"Lydia."

"I'm offering myself to you. All of me."

Las Casas grabbed her hips and pushed forward. Dana's asshole opened just enough to take the head.

"More," she said.

Las Casas drew back and then pushed forward again. Another inch of cock penetrated her ass.

"Come on Papi, fuck my ass. We both know that's what you want."

Once again Las Casas drew his hips back and then pushed forward. His cock was halfway up in her tight ass. He repeated the process until his groin was pressed against her butt cheeks.

"Tomorrow I'll still be your lady," Dana growled, "and also your whore."

"Mmmmm. I like the sound of that."

Las Casas drew back and then thrust forward with more force.

"Ungh!" Dana grunted. "Easy. I'm still getting used to this."

"You asked for it."

"I want to fuck you the way you like it. But just because I'm giving you my ass doesn't mean I want you to destroy it."

Las Casas settled into a slower rhythm. He pulled his cock almost to the point of complete withdrawal, then pushed it back in an inch at a time. When his cock was completely buried in Dana's bowels he paused for a second, then repeated the motion.

"That's better," Dana purred.

"How does it feel?"

"It hurts--a little. Not nearly as bad as a week ago."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Of course not."

"But ... you just said ..."

"If I'm going to be your whore as well as your lady, I'm going to have to learn to get used to it."

"It's not necessary."

"Jorge, if you're not fucking my ass, you'll be burying that big cock in the twins. Or Maritza. Or Josefina. Or some other whore."

"You're ... jealous?"

"No!" Dana slapped his thigh. "Maybe a little. You're surprised?"

"I'm ... confused."

"Good. Stay that way."

"Lydia--"

"Jorge, stop talking. Pinch my nipples."

Las Casas wrapped his arms around Dana's torso. His hands sought out her nipples. His strong fingers closed around each of her nubs, pulling and stretching them away from her chest.

"Harder. Pinch them. Like this."

Dana put her hands over Las Casas fingers and squeezed with all her strength. A flash of pain shot from her nipples to her brain.

"Ungh!" she grunted. "Bite my neck."

Las Casas pushed her hair away with his nose, and then lowered his mouth to the back of her neck. He kissed and sucked, tasting the salty sweat coating her skin. He opened his mouth wider, and then pressed his teeth into the tender flesh just above the shoulder.

"Again!"

Las Casas closed his mouth. He felt her body squirm and gyrate as he bit her neck, pinched her nipples, and drove his cock into her ass--all at the same time.

"More!"

Las Casas didn't know if she wanted more pressure on her nipples, her neck, or in her ass. He pinched and pulled on her nipples until he feared he was tearing them off. He closed his mouth on her neck, but relented when he tasted her blood on his tongue.

"Fuck me."

Las Casas drew back and then thrust forward with the force of a bull.

"Ungh! Gentle. Be gentle."

The contradictory instructions were maddening. The deliberate pace he was trying to establish in her ass was becoming impossible to maintain as he complied with her demand for more pressure on her nipples and neck. His brain was screaming at his body, urging him to abandon all restraint and pound her ass like a wild animal. His balls were ready to explode as he soared on the rails of an emotional and sensual roller coaster. Every second seemed to bring him closer to his goal, yet the goal seemed to be moving further away.

"Ungh! That's it. Pinch them--harder!"

Las Casas felt like his balls would explode--or his head--never before had he rode to such a height of pleasure without climaxing. Pleasure became agony and agony became ecstasy. The slower he fucked the higher he soared and the more frustrated he became. Every stroke ratcheted the sensation another notch yet brought him no closer to release. The only outlets for his frustration were pinching her nipples and biting her neck.

"Ungh! Now! Cum for me! Now!"

When her words hit his ears, Las Casas' last shred of self-control dissolved. He pulled his cock out and then thrust it into Dana's ass with all the force he could generate. His crotch slammed into her backside a dozen times before his mind exploded. The cum shot up from his balls and through his shaft, filling her ass with spurt after spurt of thick cream. He slowed his pace and delivered another dozen thrusts, each with less velocity than the one it preceded. Thirty seconds later he stopped moving. His flaccid cock slid out of her ass, followed a moment later by a stream of semen.




Deep Undercover Ch. 03



I'm running through a thick fog, barely able to make out what lies a few feet in front of me. I can hear footsteps pounding on the earth behind me. As I run, the branches become lower and lower and thicker and thicker until, with every step I take, they're stinging every part of my body. Every part. I run faster and faster, the brush thicker and thicker. I'm trying to keep quiet, but I can't help it. "Ahh!" I yell out with every stride. It's getting harder and harder to fight it. Oh god! I'm going to- 

I wake up in a sweat, a gentle drizzle falling through the trees outside. I just had a wet dream. I've not had one of those in years. I feel as if I'm floating on a cloud, every inch of my body cradled and comforted, as I quickly fall back asleep. 

What seems like moments later, I wake to the sun streaming through the rustling trees outside. I feel like I had the best sleep I've had in years. I lie still a few more minutes, then stretch and climb out of the heavenly Egyptian cotton. 

I drag myself through the empty walk-in-closet and toward the shower, kicking myself mentally for the fact that soon this closet will be filled with clothes that once shared a room with his clothes. I try to put my frustration out of my mind as I turn on the shower and step in, disappearing into a nirvana of steam and vanilla-scented soaps. 

What seems like years later, I turn off the water and step out, wrapping myself in the thick cotton robe hanging outside of the shower. I find a blowdryer in the vanity and go to work de-frizzing my hair. I find a makeup bag as well, but I never like to cover up my fair skin and minimal freckles. Always draw attention to your eyes. Your eyes are the keys to any door you wish to enter. That was a good lesson. 

After I finish and feel more attractive and less like a part of the sheets I'd slept in. I walk back into the bedroom to find a box and a note on the freshly made bed. Someone's been in here! I didn't even close the door to the bathroom. Wait...there was no door! Someone may have seen me showering. I can feel myself blush at the thought. It's a black box tied with an incredibly thick satin black ribbon - almost more like a scar. I unfold the note and read silently, my breath catching in my throat: 

Put this on and come upstairs. 

Do not cover up to come up here, as there is no one around. 

No shoes. 

Tie the ribbon around your neck. 

Now. 

- A 

I pull the ribbon gently off of the parcel. As I lift the lid, I'm nervous about what I'll find. Inside the box, folded in a bed of black tissue paper is a completely sheer black silk chiffon romper. It's so low cut, I can't tell which side is the back and which is the front. Is he serious? My blush deepens. A million thoughts run through my head. Am I crazy to even consider this!? How dare he even suggest that I wear something like this! You dumb twat, you let him practically finger you last night! You had your hand around his dick, for fuck's sake! 

I shake my head to stop the battling thoughts that have taken over. Fuck it. Why not? I'm powerless to stop the urge that I have to give him what he wants. I fling the robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I carefully step into sheer fabric and let it fall on me as it was made to. Everything is visible through it, from my upright nipples down to my shaved nether-regions. Glad I waxed. The cut hangs so low, draping so that my entire chest is visible, almost to my nipples, which are barely covered in fabric. I can feel the bare cheeks of my ass hanging out of the bottom. I feel sexy. And exposed. 

I do as the note says and tie the ribbon around my neck and let it fall down my chest. The smooth fabric feels tender against my bare skin. I run my hand through my crimson hair, take a deep breath and make my way through the guest bedroom door and down the hall. 

The house is silent, still, unnerving, as I climb the floating stairs toward my fate. I cautiously but quickly scurry down the upstairs hall, afraid that someone will see me wandering about like this. Alex's door is slightly ajar, inviting me inside. Ok..this is it. No idea what's waiting on the other side of that door. I take another deep breath, steady my shaking hands and push the door open. 

As the back of the solid wood headboard of the four poster bed comes into view, so does Alex. He's sitting in a chair in front of the bed, facing it, his back to the window and woods beyond. He's wearing a dark grey suit and a crisp white shirt with a dark blue silk tie. One leg is crossed over the other, and his hands are folded in his lap. As I come partially into view, I see his breath catch a bit and his mouth opens slightly, just slightly. He clearly doesn't want me to see his excitement. 

"Come in, Madison," he says calmly, a hint of his animalistic side makes his voice rugged. "Close the door." 

I turn as I push the door closed, closing my eyes and squeezing them tightly. What am I doing? Whatever it is...I want it. 

I turn to face Alex, trying to make my legs move, but I'm too nervous. He stares into my eyes, patient, not flinching. "Don't be afraid, Madison. Come in and stand in front of me," his voice is so calm, so soothing that it puts me more at ease. I make my way around the bed. As the rest of my body that was covered by the headboard comes into view, his eyes leave mine and trace every inch. His mouth opens a bit wider and I can tell that his breathing has deepened. 

I stop a few feet between Alex and the bed, facing him. "Was there something that you wanted?" I say innocently. 

A wide grin takes over Alex's face, "My you are feisty, aren't you? You look beautiful. That suits you perfectly." His eyes follow my body again, spending more time focused on my perked nipples and the region of my shaved valley. 

"Thank you. Now why am I wearing it?" I am nervous under his gaze and am trying to get to the point. 

"Did you touch yourself last night? Or were you a good girl?" I feel a pang of arousal deep within as he asks me. 

"Girl? I'm not a child, Alex." 

"Oh trust me I'm aware of that. But it turns you on, doesn't it, Madison? To be treated like you're under my control and not your own? Admit it. There's no shame in what you're feeling." 

"I'm not ashamed, nor am I denying anything." 

"Good girl," his smile widens."Now...answer the question. Were you a good girl last night?" 

"Yes." 

"Yes, what?" 

I'm puzzled. What is he expecting me to say? I raise an eyebrow, questioning what he means. He sits back, his smile fading, "This may be difficult for you, Madison, but when we're in specific situations you are going to call me sir or master, whatever my preference may be at that time. Do you understand?" 

I want to laugh, but I'm too turned on by what he's saying to me. I've no idea why, but I go along with it, "Yes, sir." A look of appreciation fills Alex's face, "Excellent. Now because you were a good girl, you're going to be rewarded. Turn around and open the box on the bed." 

I turn and see a small, long rectangular box on the foot of bed that I somehow missed when I came into the room. I guess my mind wasn't really on anything other than my vulnerability. I pull the small black ribbon from the black box and pull off the lid to find, buried within black tissue paper, a black vibrator. I blush and my pulse quickens. I'm a bit taken aback. 

I turn it over in my hands, inspecting it. It's about seven inches long two inches thick, and black metal. I turn around, still holding it. I must have a puzzled look on look on my face because Alex uncrosses his leg, sits forward in the chair and reaches out to pull me toward him as he says, "It's a gift for your obedience, and to make up a bit for your not being able to come last night." 

I'm not sure what to say. Nobody's ever given me a sex toy as a gift before, let alone the gift of an orgasm. He goes on, "But there's a catch." 

"A catch? To a vibrator?" I'm so confused by all of this. 

"You're going to use it. Right now. And I'm going to watch." 

My mouth falls open. I don't even try to hide my shock, "Excuse me!?" 

"You heard me perfectly, Madison. You're going to crawl onto the bed, your ass toward me so that I can get a good look at it in the lingerie. Then you're going to turn so that you're facing me and get on your knees. I'm going to tell you step by step what to do. And you're going to do it," he stands and walks to me. He cradles my neck with his left hand and runs his tongue over my lips. His other hand makes its way down the center of my chest, finding its way over the sheer fabric and onto my breast. He massages is gently as his tongue continues to circle its way slowly into my slightly open and wanting mouth. 

As I feel myself falling under his spell, his hand leaves my breast and continues its journey down the center of my body, over my stomach and further down, slowly, slowly. Just as he reaches my now soaking cunt, his tongue breaches my mouth. He rubs my clit softly through the romper. "You're soaked again, Madison. I love how ready and willing your body is, even if it betrays you," he whispers into my ear. 

"Oh, Alex, please don't stop," I'm lost in a cloud of pleasure. 

"Madison, I'm going to stop and you're going to finish this yourself. Do you understand?" 

I'll do anything that this many tells me to right now. "Yes, sir." 

"Good girl," with that, he kisses me deeply and then pulls away and back in the chair. I can see his bulging erection trying to escape and find its way to me. He catches me staring at his lap, "Not now, Madison. If you're a good girl, perhaps later. Now. Crawl onto the bed as I instructed." 

I can't help myself. I have to do what he says. The whore in heat has returned and I'm powerless to stop her. I turn and crawl slowly onto the bed, very conscious of the fact that my entire backside and soaking wet vagina are plainly visible. 

I crawl to the center of the bed and turn and face Alex on my knees, "Do you like what you see, sir?" 

Alex smiles, "You're quite a little tease, aren't you? Very much, Madison. Now, untie the ribbon and wrap it around your eyes. I want your word that you can't see anything." 

My pussy twitches with excitement, as I untie the ribbon and bring it to my eyes. I tie it in a knot behind my head and adjust it carefully so that I can see only blackness, "I can't see a thing, sir." 

"Good girl. I want you to massage your right breast with your left hand, over the fabric." 

I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm doing this. I lift my left hand and grasp my right breast and squeeze it, as instructed. My mouth falls open as my breath deepens. I hear Alex's voice through the darkness, "You have beautiful breasts, Madison. Play with your nipple a bit. Squeeze it." 

I do as I'm told, my breath catching with each squeeze. "Harder," Alex commands. I pinch my nipple so hard that a small "Ahhh" escapes my mouth. 

"Pull the straps of your romper off your shoulders. I want to see your beautiful breasts. And I want you to touch them with both hands. Also, spread your knees a part. I want a view between them." 

I should stop and walk out of this room now. Leave. Escape into the woods. But I've never been so turned on in all of my life. I want to please this man. I don't know why, but I have to. 

I spread my knees apart. My senses are so alive that I can feel every fiber of the soft duvet cover as they slide across it. I pull the left strap off my shoulder, then the right and let them fall to the sides. My nipples harden even more with the sudden exposure to the cool air in the room. I feel so alive, and so desired. 

"Keep going," he instructs. His voice sounds as if it's a bit more to my left now. Is he moving around the room, watching me from different angles? I return my hands to my soft breasts, moving them over every inch, squeezing and pinching as I go. 

With heavy breath, Alex's voice breaks the near-silence, "Move your right hand slowly down. I want you to rub your clit slowly. Tease yourself. You're not to come." He's right next to me now. 

"Yes, sir," I am intoxicated by desire. 

I run my hand down over my now-uncovered stomach until I feel the edge of the chiffon. With only a very slight hesitation, I dive my hand in and run my hand over my slick nub. "Oh," I lose myself in this feeling of ecstasy as my index and middle finger draw circles against my clit. I want to come so badly. 

"Stop," Alex's sudden command interrupts my euphoria, and I remove my hand from my wanting pussy. What!? He's not doing this to me again! I hear him directly in front of me again, right at the edge of the bed. 

"Lie down and remove that entirely. I want you naked. The vibrator is to your left. Take it and twist the bottom to turn it on. I want you to put it on a low intensity and massage your clit with it." 

Anything! Just please...I need to come! I can think of nothing else. 

I hurry to do as Alex says, lying back and sliding the last bit of fabric off my body. I reach over and feel the cold metal of the vibrator. With one hand I grab the shaft and use the other to twist the base of it until I hear and feel a gentle buzz. I go a bit further than his instructions and start by touching the vibrator to my nipple. The cold steel makes me flinch slightly. 

If he wants a show, I'll give him a show. I lift the vibrator toward my face, slowly. I kiss the tip of it, sneaking it in little by little. I can hear Alex's breath now. Let's see how much he enjoys watching this. I slowly push the vibrator in until the metal of the shaft is no longer visible. All that remains is the 1/2" ring at the base that controls the intensity of the device. 

"Jesus, Madison," Alex says breathlessly. I hear a zipper. He's unzipped his pants. Is he planning to fuck me!? 

"Enough teasing me. I want that vibrator on your clit. Now," he demands. 

I pull it slowly from my mouth and create a wet trail as I slide it down my body to my clit. As it makes contact, I can immediately feel an orgasm building. I'm trying so hard not to make a sound. I'm humiliated enough that I've put myself on display for this man. I can't moan and pant like a slut too. 

"I want to hear your pleasure, Madison. I can tell you're holding back. Don't be ashamed of how it feels. Let it out," he encourages. It's like he knows my thoughts. 

Fuck it all. With that, a flood of moaning escapes my lips as I slide the buzzing metal stick up and down over my pleasure spot. 

"That's it, baby," I can tell Alex is stroking himself from the sound of his voice and the heaviness of his breath. "Slide it in and fuck yourself with it." 

I bring my knees up slightly so that my legs are bent. This gives me a better angle. I push the now-warm tip of the black steel to my wanting pussy. It slides in without effort, as if on a river, being drawn toward the edge of a fall. "Oh, Alex," I moan. 

"Good girl, Madison. In and out with it. Fuck yourself slowly with your right hand. Use your other hand to turn up the intensity and then I want it rubbing your clit." 

I do as he says. Holy fuck this thing is intense. I can hear the buzzing clearly as I penetrate and pull out. As I choreograph this dance of movement, I can feel the orgasm building more and more. "Oh Alex! Please...I want to come!" I beg. 

"Not yet. Keep fucking yourself. Harder. Faster." I feel Alex's weight on the foot of the bed. He's sitting right at my feet, watching me. Oh god. 

With this thought I invade my soaking voice and ravage myself, trying to hold back the orgasm that so badly wants to take me over. It's getting impossible. I can't hold back. "Alex!" I scream out. 

"Yes?" he's clearly enjoying this torture. 

"Let me come!" 

"Say please...and let me come, what?" 

"Please let me come, sir! Oh please!" 

"Come, baby. Come for me." 

With his order, I stop holding back and let myself get taken over as wave after wave of pleasure erupt from inside of me. I shake as my body fills from head to toe with pleasure, "Oh Alex! Alex!" I can't stop screaming out his name as I keep filling myself with the vibrator. Orgasm after orgasm attack my every sense. 

After what seems like minutes of unending pleasure, I no longer have the strength to move. I feel every part of my body going limp as I slip away into post-orgasmic bliss. As I struggle to remove the still-buzzing vibrator, I feel Alex's hand over mine, removing it and laying it gently on my stomach. I feel the vibrator slide hesitantly from me. 

The bed shifts as Alex climbs over me, still fully clothed, his pants zipped up. As he slides the blindfold off and sunlight overwhelms me, I have to squint to see his icy blue eyes looking down into mine. He smiles and says gently, "Good girl." 

I can't help but smile back at him, "Thank you, sir." 

He kisses me softly and moves to lie next to me, shifting himself up to the pillows. He gently pulls me up so that my head is resting on the pillow next to him, his left arm under my neck. "You must be cold," he says with concern, as he pulls the duvet over me and wraps himself around me. 

"Thank you," I'm spent. I can barely keep my eyes open. 

"You're welcome. Why don't you close your eyes and rest?" 

"Will you stay with me?" Right now I want nothing more than to be cradled by him. 

"Sure. I'm all yours." 

I feel him behind me, pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt collar with his right hand. He tosses it over me to the side of the bed and wraps his right arm around me, softly stroking the bare skin of my stomach. The soft satin of the blindfold is comforting, as my eyes adjust better to the light. I can see so clearly now. I can't help but smile as I drift slowly to sleep. I never thought I'd find my joy in the hands of my kidnapper. But here we are, intertwined in a state of bliss and a web of intrigue. 

I awake to find the sun still streaming through the trees, but the shadows are different. I must've slept for hours. Alex's arms have abandoned me, but I turn to find him still asleep on his back next to me. Thoughts of the events hours before flash through my mind, as I watch him in this docile state. I want to taste him. 

I sit up carefully so that I'm resting on my knees next to him. I pause to make sure that I haven't disturbed his sleep. His eyes still closed, his breathing still steady, I reach down and very slowly unbutton and unzip his pants. As I start to reach in to feel his beckoning manhood, a hand grasps my arm and I'm pushed onto my back, Alex on top of me. "What do you think you're doing?" his question is sincere. 

"I wanted to suck your cock, Alex," I respond directly. There's no sense beating around the bush. 

He looks surprised, "I didn't give you permission, did I?" 

"I didn't realize I needed permission to give you pleasure." 

"You have a lot to learn, little girl." I feel that familiar flutter far down. 

"So do you," I say defiantly, as I muster all of my strength. In one swift movement, I use his grip on my wrists against him, pushing his head down toward my stomach, as I roll him over and lock his neck with my thighs. I pin his arms to the bed.  

It suddenly occurs to me that I'm naked, my wanting chasm mere inches from his mouth. A look of amusement, surprise and hunger all at once crosses his face. "What do you think you're doing, Madison?" 

"Don't move, Alex. I mean it," I move his wrists together above his head, despite his struggles, and grip them both with my left hand. With my right, I untie the ribbon that's been dangling from my neck. He's fighting, but I have the upper hand in this position, so to speak. I take the ribbon and quickly bind his hands together. 




Deep Undercover Ch. 03



"Madison, I'm warning you," he's frustrated, but obviously turned on. 

"Shhh. It's my turn now, Alex." I use the ribbon to pull his hands toward the corner post and quickly tie a square knot. I can feel his breath on me and realize I'm now hovering right above him, as I had to reach for the bedpost. I resist the urge to sink down low enough for his mouth to reach me and instead back up so that I'm straddling his stomach. 

"Untie me Madison, now," he orders. 

I smile down at him in defiance, "No, sir. I'm in charge now. You didn't really expect to kidnap a woman with equal training and strength to yours and not have some fight, did you?" 

"I hardly think our strength is equal. However, I'll amuse you in this act of defiance." 

"Sure you will," I lean down and run my tongue over his lips, sliding it slowly in and out of his mouth. His breathing increases rapidly. I pull away, teasing him, moving just far enough away so that he can't lift his head to reach me. I run the back of my hand over his roughly stubbled cheek, "Poor, helpless, Alex. Do you want to kiss me more?" 

"Yes," he mutters breathlessly. 

I smile and lean down and kiss him deeply, ending with my tongue once again teasing his lips. I run it down his bristly chin and over his neck, making my way to the side and back up to his left ear. I exhale heavily on his earlobe. That always drives me wild. "Do you want me to suck your cock, sir?" 

No answer. 

"I said, do...you..want..me...to...suck...your...cock, sir? Come now. Don't be shy." I lift my ass a bit and reach my hand down and slide it under the waistline of his boxer briefs. I can feel his manhood begging to be let free, begging for release. I stroke it several times, all the while breathing hot air onto his earlobe. He's struggling not to make a sound as I move my hand up...down...up...down. 

I reach the bottom of his shaft and push my hand further into his pants to his rock-hard, tense balls. I squeeze and pull them gently. "Fuck, Madison," he's finally willing to make a sound. 

"Do you like that, Alex?" I am enjoying teasing him, but I want more. 

"Fuck yes." 

"Good. Now I'll ask you once more: do you want me to suck your cock?" 

"Yes," he concedes. 

I push myself up and smile, as I gaze into his eyes, not removing my hand from his sac. They're full of want and lust. I use my other hand to unbutton his shirt, kissing and licking his smooth, exposed chest with each freed button. I continue this pattern as I make my way down, I can feel his hard cock pushing through his briefs and grazing my body as I move. Finally I reach it. 

I slowly pull down his pants and look him in the eyes as I wrap my fingertips around the waistband of his charcoal gray boxer briefs and pull them down, freeing his hard on. As tempted as I am to climb on and ride him into oblivion, my mouth waters to have him. Not taking my eyes from his, I slowly lean down, rubbing my cheek against the soft skin of his shaft all the way to the base. I kiss it gently and run my tongue over his hot flesh. 

He looks as if he may burst at the sight. I continue these torture and glide my tongue over his firm jewels, taking the left into my mouth. His eyelids fall in ecstasy and disappear from view as his head falls to the mattress. Mmmm good. 

I take the right into my mouth and move my tongue all around it, making sure to cover every inch. Not removing my tongue from him, I run it back to the base of his twitching cock and up to the tip, circling it and pressing into it until a drop of his sweet nectar graces my tongue. More. I need more. 

I use my left hand to steady his shaft at the base and my right to massage his aching balls. His eyes still closed, he moans, "Oh fuck Madison," as I encircle the summit of his manhood with my mouth. I move my head slowly down, taking it in inch by inch, letting it fill my mouth to the back of my throat until I can't go any further. "Fuck!" he proclaims. 

I move back up and do this several times. Up...down...up...down. "Oh, Madison, please!" That's right. Enough teasing. A little faster now...up...down...up...down. And faster. And faster, my mouth full of his sweet prick and my ears full of his moaning and shouting my name. I'm lost in this rhythm of oral percussion. "Madison, fuck, I'm going to come," he shouts, as his body bucks and his cock releases his warm, sweet cum. I swallow greedily as it fills the back of my throat and his body relaxes under me. I suck my way back up his rod, making sure to get every last drop, kissing the tip as I let it fall from my mouth. 

His eyes remain closed as he works to slow his breathing. Finally he opens his eyes and looks up at me. "Jesus Christ, Madison," he breathes in and out. After a few moments he's breathing normally again, "I knew you would be good at swallowing." 

I can't help but smile. "Why thank you, sir," I proudly say, "I guess I can untie you now." 

"Yes. Good girl." 

I straddle Alex's stomach again and reach over him to loosen the knot at the bedpost and then unwrap the ribbon from his wrists. As suddenly as he's freed, he's turned me over and is on top of me again, devouring my mouth with his, his once again hard cock pressed against my aching pussy. Just when I think I may faint from loss of breath he pulls away and looks seriously and intensely into my eyes, "That's the last time you ever pull a stunt like that again, Madison. Do you understand? I let you overpower me because I wanted to see if you would try to escape. Make no mistake. It won't happen again." 

"I thought you liked it," I'm a bit hurt by his sudden change in mood. 

"You misunderstand. I adored it, but, in general, I like to be in control. It's my nature. It's who I am." 

"So do I." 

"Do you?" he looks questioningly, "I want you to consider that, Madison. I've no intention of changing you if that is who you truly are, a dominant. But sometimes within the most staunch dominant hides a ripe submissive, eager to be released. Make no mistake, dominant or submissive, both are equals. I just happen to have you in my possession right now." He winks at that last part, and a proud smile emerges. 

He glances over me toward the wall, "It's 1:15. I'm late for a call. Will you excuse me?" 

"Sure," I'm a bit disappointed. I want him to fuck me so badly. 

As if he can read my thoughts he bores gently into my eyes, "We will. I want it to be perfect. Why don't you go take a hot bath and relax? Your clothes are still in this closet. I'm not leaving the house, although you may not be able to find me when you come down. I'll have Helga make some lunch. Please don't wait for me." 

"Ok, Alex...or should I still call you sir?" I can't help the tone of sarcasm. 

"Alex now," he winks as he pushes himself up. I lift myself and rest on my elbows. I've never seen a specimen of man that I've desired so much, from his smooth, chiseled chest down to his rocklike cock, which he tucks into his briefs. He puts himself back together, leaving his jacket and tie on the bed. 

His eyes trace my body as he walks reluctantly toward the door. "See you soon," he smiles as he grasps the handle, opens the door and vanishes into the corridor. 

I fall back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, pondering the person who I thought I knew best- myself. Am I submissive? I've never chosen a side, but I'm an agent. Yet I've never been so turned on as when he tells me what to do, makes me call him 'sir', pins me down to the bed. I grin to myself. Maybe I can be both. Maybe I always have been a strong...submissive.



Deep Undercover Ch. 03



Dana lay in the bed, basking in the afterglow of her own orgasm. Her ass was sore, and would probably continue in that condition throughout the next morning and afternoon. She felt Las Casas' ragged breathing on her neck, and his heart pounding against her back. She pulled his arm around her and--for the first time in nearly two weeks--she felt safe.

* * * *

Dana awoke to find herself alone in the bed. She wandered into the head and sat on the toilet while Las Casas showered. When she was done with her business she opened the shower door and joined Las Casas under the spray of hot water.

"Good morning, my lady."

"Good morning, Papi."

"How are you feeling this morning?"

"My ass is sore, but other than that I feel amazing."

"Very good. Are you ready to start training today?"

"If that's what you want, then sure. Are you going to supervise?"

"I'm afraid I have to go away for a few days."

"Where are you going?"

"Tegucigalpa."

"The Capital? Why?"

"I have some business there that needs my attention."

"Why not send the accountant? Isn't that his responsibility now?"

"Yes and no. These are matters that were formerly handled by Crespo, and going forward they will be handled by Hernandez. But many of these men had long-standing relationships with Crespo, and I need to reassure them that their interests did not die with him."

"How long will you be gone?"

"Just a few days. Three at the most."

"You're not going to visit any whores while you're away, are you?"

"I'm not planning to. But you never know what may come up."

"Looks to me like something is already coming up."

Dana reached between Las Casas' legs and grabbed his growing cock.

"What are you going to do about that?"

"That depends. How much time do you have?"

"Not much."

"Then I guess I'm going to have to empty this quickly."

Las Casas pushed Dana to her knees and then guided her face to his crotch. She grabbed his cock with one hand, cupped his balls with the other, and swallowed the head. Five minutes later she was swallowing his load as he held her head and pumped his semen into her mouth.

* * * *

Dana watched from the window as Las Casas boarded the helicopter. He carried a metal briefcase identical to the one he gave the General in Havana. Ana handed him a small overnight bag and then closed the hatch, sealing him inside. The chopper lifted straight up into the air, turned toward the mainland, and disappeared behind the tropical canopy.

The rest of the day was spent training with the twins. Even though she had spent months learning self-defense and suppression methods at the Academy, the twins' proficiency with firearms and their mastery of combat techniques dwarfed Dana's rudimentary skills. By the end of the day she was battered and bruised, but she had a clear understanding of the gulf that existed between her abilities and those of the twins. She was looking forward to a hot bath, a quick meal, and an early bedtime so that she would be fully rested when her training resumed in the morning.

She had just settled into a steaming bath when there was a knock on the door. A second later the door opened and Micaela stuck her head into room.

"Get dressed," Micaela said.

"I just got in here." Dana protested. "I'm done for the day. You don't get to torture me again until morning."

"You have a dinner appointment."

"Dinner? With who? Is Jorge back already?"

"You'd love that, wouldn't you? No, Señor Las Casas is still in Tegucigalpa."

"Then who, may I ask?"

"Señor Hernandez is requesting that you join him. He's expecting you in thirty minutes."

"Fuck! Can't you tell him I'm not up to it? I really wanted to go to bed early tonight."

"I'm not going to tell him you're declining his dinner invitation because you're too soft to endure your first day of training. If you want to tell him, go ahead. Good luck with that, princess."

"Goddamn it. Alright. Tell him I'll be there."

* * * *

Dana stepped into the main dining room exactly thirty minutes after she received her summons. She found the new supervisor of North American operations--and the man she suspected was the supposedly dead Detective Trujillo--standing at the head of the elegantly set table for two.

"Señorita Zapata! I'm so pleased that you could join me tonight."

Hernandez reached for Dana's hand, bent over, and kissed it. He straightened his back, looked into her eyes, and smiled.

Those eyes! So blue! Women probably cream their panties just looking at him.

"Please, have a seat."

"Thank you," she said.

Hernandez pulled Dana's chair out, waited until she was seated, and then took his place at the head of the table.

"I'm not sure why you requested my presence, but thank you for the honor," Dana said.

"That shouldn't be so difficult to understand. With Señor Las Casas attending business in the Capital, I have a rare evening to myself. Is it any surprise that I would prefer the company of a beautiful woman to the brutes in this complex?"

Hernandez waived his hand and a servant approached. He filled two goblets with water, and then retreated.

"I'm sure, Señor Hernandez, that you could obtain the company of any number of beautiful women. In fact, you could do so without even leaving this house."

"And who would I choose? Maritza? She's nothing but a whore, now. Natalia? She belongs to Davis. Josefina? Too old and too fat for my taste. The twins? I'm not even sure those beasts are women. Their dicks are probably bigger than mine."

"Señor Hernandez--"

"Please, call me Mateo."

"Mateo, I can assure you that Micaela and Ana are both women--very beautiful women, in fact."

"So you say. No matter, I much prefer your company to those two assassins."

"I'm flattered, I guess."

The servant returned with a bottle of rum and a bottle of wine. He poured two snifters of rum, and then uncorked the wine. He reached for the wine goblets, but Hernandez waved him off.

"Not yet," he said.

The servant set the bottle of wine on the table and retreated into the shadows.

Hernandez raised his glass of rum.

"To new friends, new relationships, and new business," he said.

"Salúd," Dana responded.

Hernandez drained his glass, but Dana took just a sip.

"Drink up. This is very good Jamaican rum. I'm planning to sell it in Europe this spring."

Hernandez waved, and the servant reappeared and poured another round. A minute later another servant appeared and set two salad plates in front of Dana and Hernandez. The first servant returned and poured the wine while Dana nibbled on her salad.

"I watched some of your training today," Hernandez said. "Very impressive."

"Um, thank you," Dana replied. "We covered a lot in one day."

"Yes, but you picked everything up very quickly."

"The twins are very capable instructors, and I've always been athletic. That had to help."

"No doubt. You would agree, I think, that your prior training was focused less on lethality and more on apprehension?"

Dana's heart stopped. She looked up from her plate and saw Hernandez staring at her.

"I ... I ... don't have ..." she mumbled.

"Come now. I recognize Florida Department of Law Enforcement training methods when I see them. I used to be a Miami cop, you know?"

"I'm not ..."

"Are you City of Miami? Metro-Dade County? Broward Sheriff's Office?"

"I'm not a cop. I swear."

"It's OK, Lydia. Like I said, I used to be cop."

"Does Las Casas know?"

"About me--yes. You--not yet."

Dana's hands were shaking. She wanted to run, but she knew there was nowhere to go.

A servant returned and cleared the salad plates. The other servant refilled the water goblets, topped off the wine glasses, and retreated to the shadows.

"How did he ... how did you ... how are you still alive?"

Dana rubbed her hands together under the table. She felt a bead of sweat running down her neck. She looked up and saw Hernandez smiling at her. The bastard's enjoying this.

A servant appeared with two plates containing grilled lamb chops, a rice pilaf, and sauteed vegetables. He returned a minute later with a basket of bread and pot of whipped butter.

"I'm an asset," Hernandez said. "I make him money."

"But you're a cop." Dana stared at Hernandez.

"I was a cop." Hernandez took a bite of his food and chewed it very slowly. "Two years ago I was Detective Ivan Trujillo. I was sent undercover to infiltrate the Las Casas organization. I met the late Señor Crespo, gained his trust, and switched sides."

"How did you do that?"

"I turned over an informant. Crespo got him to confess, and I killed him. Crespo was impressed."

"Wasn't he suspicious of you?"

"A lot of cops are bad. Do you have any idea how many Miami Police are on our payroll?"

"No."

"Trust me, it wasn't a stretch for him to believe I switched sides. Especially after I started making them crate loads of money."

"How? Why?"

"The 'how' of it was by tightening supply lines and shipping schedules, diversifying investments, and forming strategic alliances with certain governmental officials in various countries where we needed to expand our market share. The 'why' is simple--there's too much money in this business to ever go back to law enforcement. I was on the wrong team. I learned that the first month I was here. I could never live the quality of life I'm enjoying now on a meager detective's salary."

"But you were a cop. How did you know about making money for a drug dealer?"

"I majored in accounting in college. My wife is a financial planner. I've learned a few things about making money grow."

"How could you leave your family?"

"It was easy leaving my wife. I think she may have been fucking my partner. I know she wasn't fucking me."

"What about your children?"

"That was more difficult--at first. But after being away from them for a few months, I realized that deep down I'm just not a family guy. I needed adventure. Living at home was suffocating me. Out here, I can breathe again."

"If you're such a financial wizard, then how did Crespo manage to steal so much from Las Casas?"

"He didn't."

Dana choked on her water.

"Excuse me?"

"Crespo didn't steal those millions. I set him up with hundreds of transfers that did nothing more than move money in circles. I forged a few documents, created a few accounts in banks that neither Crespo nor Las Casas had ever heard of, and basically framed him for a theft that never occurred. Oh, he did skim around $3-$4 million off the top, but Las Casas would never have killed him over that amount. He would have punished him--maybe even demoted him--but he would not have killed him. His betrayal had to be many times bigger than that to earn him a death sentence."

Dana's jaw hung from her face.

"Why? Why would you do that?"

"He was in my way. I could never rise to this position as long as Crespo was alive."

This man is a monster. They're all monsters, to one degree or another, but he's the worst. What am I doing here? I wish Jorge would return. No, I don't. I want to go home.

"And now, if you don't mind, it's your turn to answer some questions."

"Um, sure," Dana mumbled.

"Let's start with your name."

"You know my name. I'm Lydia Zapata."

"No, I don't know your name. What I do know is that your name is not 'Lydia Zapata.' I have contacts in Miami, and the only record they found of a Lydia Zapata belonged to a nineteen year old Guatemalan woman who was deported from Miami two weeks ago. So let's do this again. What's your name?"

"Dana Alvarado."

"Good. That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

"No." Dana whispered.

"What are you doing here?"

"Lydia was bragging about all the money she was going to be making at this fancy boat party. I asked her to hook me up, you know, get me into the party, but she said 'no.' I haven't made any real money in over a month. So I got her drunk, slipped her a sleeping pill, and took her place. I didn't know she got deported."

"Where did you get your training?"

"What training? I've worked on and off in bars and clubs for the past three years."

"Your police training. I recognized your style from the Academy."

"I've never had any training. Sometimes when I have extra cash I work out at the gym. I spar with some dudes that could be cops, I guess. They show me stuff, you know, self-defense moves. They throw me around and feel me up, but they're just after my pussy. I know that. They don't know I know, but I know."

"I'll check out your story, Dana Alvarado."

"You know, I guess I'm kind of like you. I snuck my way into this world, and now that I'm here I want to stay. Don't tell Jorge anything that will make him send me back. Please."

"Like I said, I'll check out your story, and if it holds up, I'll keep your secret."

"Thank you. I think I'd like to go to my room now, if you don't mind."

"Good night, Dana."

"Good night."

* * * *

Harris parked his car inside Candee's walled lot and strode inside the building. He waited a second for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. When his vision returned, he waded through the sea of empty tables and chairs standing between the doorway and the back office. Normally a bouncer would be standing at the hallway entrance leading to the office, but at 10:00 a.m. the empty club was still in a relaxed state of operation. The music wasn't booming through the speakers, the dancers were still putting on make-up and skimpy costumes, and the lone bartender was filling the ice bin instead of pouring drinks. The club was technically open, but it was not yet ready for business.

Harris reached for the handle to the office door, but it was locked. He backed up a step and kicked the door with the bottom of his shoe, breaking the lock and splintering the door frame. He stepped inside just as Bryan Jackson reached for a button under the desk.

"Who the fuck are you?" Jackson demanded. "Get the hell out of here while you can still walk out on your own two feet."

Harris pulled his gun and pointed it at Jackson's head.

"Don't move. Hands in the air. Now."

Jackson raised his hands above his head. Harris walked around the desk and stood behind Jackson. He pushed his face down against the hard surface, and then pulled out a pair of handcuffs and attached them to Jackson's wrists.

A large black man wearing jeans and a black t-shirt burst through the open door. Harris pointed his weapon at the bouncer.

"Freeze," he said. "Miami Police Department. Get on the ground with your hands behind your head."

The bouncer laid on the floor. Harris grabbed Jackson and pulled him to his feet.

"I'm taking this man in for questioning," Harris said. "If anyone tries to interfere, you'll be arrested and charged with obstruction of justice."

Harris dragged Jackson through the club and out the door. He threw him in the back of the car, started the engine, and sped off.

"Do you mind telling me what this is all about?" Jackson asked. "Or would you rather explain what you're doing to my lawyer?"

"Shut up," Harris said. "You'll get a chance to tell your story."

Instead of driving south toward the police station, Harris headed west. He pulled into a warehouse district on the edge of the city and drove into an alley between two crumbling old buildings. He stopped the car, opened the door, and pulled Jackson from the backseat.

"You were at a party on the sixteenth, out in the Gulf Stream," Harris said. "Whose boat was it on?"

"Fuck you. I wasn't at any party."

Harris slammed his fist into Jackson's stomach.

"Ungh!"

"You were at the party. We have pictures of you boarding the boat."

"Like hell you do."

Harris smashed his fist into Jackson's jaw.

Jackson spit blood at Harris and sneered.

"You don't have any fucking pictures and you know it. Now take me back so my lawyer can get to work on my police brutality complaint. You can kiss your badge goodbye, asshole."

Harris swung his fist into Jackson's balls. Jackson bent over in pain just as Harris slammed his knee into Jackson's nose. Harris grabbed the back of Jackson's shirt collar and slammed his head into the car door. With blood streaming from his broken nose, Jackson wobbled on unsteady feet. Harris punched him the stomach, and then pushed him into a warehouse wall.

"In case you haven't noticed, asshole," Harris snarled at Jackson, "my badge isn't really at the top of my priority list."

Harris pulled his gun from his belt and pressed it against Jackson's head.

"You're going to tell me what I want to know, or I'm going to splatter your brains all over the pavement. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

"I was at the party." Jackson coughed up more blood as he spat out the words.

"Did you see this girl?" Harris pulled a folded sheet of paper from his pocket. It was a picture of Dana that he had printed off his computer.

"I don't know. There were a lot of girls there."

Harris punched Jackson in the jaw.

"Look again."

Jackson stared at the picture.

"Yeah, I remember her. That whore could really suck a dick. Must have swallowed a gallon of jizz. She either sucked or fucked half the guys there that night. What a mouth!"

Harris punched Jackson in the stomach.

"Ungh!"

"Where is she? What happened to her after the party?"

"How the fuck should I know? The girls were still there when I left."

"Where's Crespo?"

"Crespo? He's dead."

"What? Who? How?"

"Las Casas killed him, or had him killed. I don't know the details. I wasn't there."

"You weren't where?"

"Crespo's house. In Honduras."

"When?"

"A week ago, two weeks maybe. I wasn't there."

"How do you know?"

"I don't, actually. All I know is Crespo is dead, and my new partner is some guy named Hernandez. I've never met him before. Can't tell you what he looks like or anything about him."

Harris pushed the barrel of his gun against Jackson's temple. His finger rested on the trigger.

"Where in Honduras?'

"I'm a dead man if I tell you that."

"You're a dead man if you don't. You've got time to run from them. You've got three seconds left with me."

"Roatán."

"Where?"

"Roatán. It's an island. Crespo--when he was alive--controlled everything there."

Beads of sweat dotted Harris' forehead. The back of his shirt and his underarms were soaked. Jackson's blood streaked the sleeves and front panels.

"I should blow your goddamned head off."

"What the fuck did I ever do to you? Don't tell me--are you tapping that whore?"

Harris swung his arm in a wide, sweeping arc, slamming the handle of the gun against the side of Jackson's skull. Jackson fell to the ground, unconscious. Blood was streaming from his nose and the side of his head. Harris removed the cuffs, rolled Jackson onto his stomach, and left him behind a dumpster. He got back into his car and sped off.

A security camera mounted on the side of the building tracked his car until it rounded the corner, and then the small red light on top of the camera flickered out.

* * * *

Dana spent the next two days training with the twins. She tried to focus her attention and absorb everything they could teach her about eliminating a threat as quietly and efficiently as possible. She spent extra hours handling and firing the various automatic weapons at her disposal, as well as various blades, truncheons, and even a garrote. Despite her best efforts to unlearn her prior training--training that was geared more toward subduing and capturing a perpetrator rather than terminating a potential threat--she found herself resorting to the techniques she had spent the better part of the summer learning to master. Her distraction, she realized, stemmed from the fact that she was constantly looking over her shoulder for any sign of Hernandez.

She didn't know what to do about Hernandez. The fact that he was still alive meant that everything the department thought they knew about Crespo and Las Casas was wrong. She didn't know if Hernandez was still undercover, or if he had turned. Hell, I don't know if I'm still undercover or if I've turned. All I know for sure is that he's my biggest threat--and potentially my only ally.




Deep Undercover Ch. 03



* * * *

Las Casas returned from Tegucigalpa in the evening following Dana's third day of training. She was in the yacht's Jacuzzi nursing her aching body when the helicopter landed in the field behind the house. Dana got out of the hot tub, showered, and waited for Las Casas to join her in the stateroom.

It was two hours later when the door opened and Las Casas entered the room. Dana was laying naked on top of the bed, sound asleep. Las Casas undressed in the dark and crawled into bed beside her.

Dana awoke to Las Casas' hands pawing her breasts and his face nuzzling her neck.

"Mmmm," she purred. "It's about time you came home."

"This isn't my home," he corrected, "but we will be going there shortly."

Dana reached for his cock, which was already erect. She steered the head toward her pussy and rubbed the tip against her lower lips.

"Did you miss me?" she cooed.

"More than you can imagine, my lady."

"Show me," she said.

Dana placed the tip of his cock against her moist opening and pushed her cheeks backward.

"Not so fast," he said. "Before I make love to my lady, I'm going to fuck my whore."

Las Casas grabbed a fistful of Dana's hair and pulled her head to his crotch.

"You're going to show me how much you missed my presence," he snarled.

Dana parted her lips to accept his erect cock. Las Casas thrust his manhood into Dana's mouth, past her teeth, and all the way to the back of her throat. Using her hair to control her movements, he bobbed her head up and down on his swollen shaft. Dana was used to the rough treatment, but she had been hoping for a repeat of their last night together. She didn't know what the return of his rougher treatment signified, but it worried her. I've got no choice but to give him what he wants.

Saliva flowed out of Dana's mouth. It ran down the length of Las Casas' shaft, soaking his balls and making a swamp in the bed sheet beneath his ass. Dana's scalp was burning and she was constantly fighting her gag reflex. She tasted his precum sooner than expected, and realized that Las Casas probably hadn't cum since leaving two days ago. I was sure he would have visited a whore or three while he was gone. Maybe he does have feelings for me?

A familiar feeling washed over Dana. Her body shuddered involuntarily, and then her face felt warm. She pushed all thoughts out of her mind save for one: pleasing her man in the way he wanted to be pleased. She cupped his balls with one hand and circled the base of his shaft with the other. She increased the speed of her head movement. His hand clutching her hair was unnecessary. She was doing everything she could to help him cum.

Dana bobbed her head up and down on Las Casas' erect cock. She squeezed his balls and stroked the base of his thick shaft. She ignored the pain in her jaws. She ignored her gag reflex. She ignored the tugging on her scalp. She tasted more of his precum and knew he was close to coming.

"Aye!" Las Casas screamed. "Puta chingada! Chupa lo!"

Dana felt his balls contract. She increased the speed of her hand on his cock even as she felt it swelling in her fingers. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and swallowed his entire shaft.

"Ungh! Dìos mìo!"

Las Casas' cock throbbed. The first jet of cum rushed up his shaft and splashed against the back of Dana's throat. She swallowed as much of the cream as she could, but the second blast filled her mouth and escaped her lips before she gulped a second time. She swallowed again and again, but the juice was flowing faster than her throat could open and close. Saliva and semen ran out of her mouth and soaked his balls before pooling in the sheet between his thighs.

"Enough! Stop! No more!" Las Casa pushed Dana's head away from his cock. "That was incredible. You're ... I ... mmmmmmmmmm."

Dana swallowed the cum that was in her mouth and swiped her tongue across her chin to catch the overflow. She laid her head on Las Casas chest and felt his heart pounding in her ear. Her hand rested on his thigh, inches from his shrinking cock.

Ten minutes later, when his heart was once again beating its normal rhythm, Dana turned to face Las Casas. She reached for his cock and stroked it.

"I can see that you missed your whore, but what about your lady?"

"My sweet angel," he answered, "I will spend the rest of this night and all of tomorrow showing her how much she was missed."

Dana turned to kiss him, but Las Casas started to turn away. Fuck it. I'm not brushing my teeth now. She placed both hands on the sides of his head and lowered his mouth to hers.

"Your lady wants a kiss," she whispered, "and she isn't going to wait another second."

Dana pressed her mouth against Las Casas' lips. He hesitated for a second, and then parted his mouth to accept her probing tongue. His pink organ met hers and then ventured into her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her while his tongue explored the insides of her cheeks.

Las Casas rolled Dana onto her back. She opened her thighs and drew her knees up to her chest. She looked into his dark eyes with an urgency that she knew would threaten her self-control. She was past caring.

"Your lady wants you," she moaned. "She needs to get fucked."

Las Casas rubbed the tip between her lips and over her clit. When the head felt slippery enough, he placed it against her opening and pushed. Her flesh parted to receive him. She was hot and wet and more than willing. He pushed until he was buried inside her.

"Oh, I've missed you these past three days," she said.

"And I've missed you. Every night was agony without you."

"Fuck me. Fuck your lady. Fuck your lady like you would fuck your whore."

"If I fuck my lady like I fuck my whore, will she still be a lady?"

"I think the better question is, if you don't fuck your lady like your whore, will she still be yours?"

"That is a question to which I hope never to know the answer."

* * * *

Dana and Las Casas slept into the early afternoon. They had fucked the previous night until after midnight, slept for an hour, but then Las Casas awoke and they fucked again. They slept until dawn. Dana awoke when the first sliver of sunlight leaked through the stateroom windows. She aroused Las Casas and they fucked once more, before rolling over and sleeping until a servant brought them lunch a little after 1:00 p.m.

They emerged from the boat late in the afternoon. The twins greeted them in the main room of the house. The four settled into plush chairs while a servant poured café into small cups. The servant returned moments later with a large pitcher of ice water. Davis entered the room and took a seat closest to the door.

"Where's Mateo?" Las Casas asked.

"He left this morning for Mexico City," Davis answered. "Said he had to look into some investment opportunities, and other matters. He could be back tomorrow night. Possibly another day or two if everything goes well."

"Very well. I'll get his report when he returns. Franklin, have you had any success decrypting the rest of Crespo's files?"

"Yes, sir. He used some archaic code that he must have obtained from the Turks or Lebanese. I'm almost through the last of it."

"And? Any traces of where to find the rest of my money?"

"I would have to let Hernandez explain what we've found. It's difficult for me to interpret the meaning of all those transactions. There was something going on in Africa that I don't fully understand."

"I see. Very well, I'll talk to him when he gets back. You're excused."

"Thank you, boss." Davis stood up and headed for the door.

"One more thing, Franklin."

Davis stopped at the doorway.

"How is Natalia?"

"She's doing better, boss. The doctor says it will be another week before she's full detoxified. Heroin--that's some nasty stuff."

"How is she coping with the loss of Arquilio?"

"She's not missing him as much as you might expect. I'm making sure of that."

"Excellent. She deserves an honorable man like you, after being married to that ratòn. Close the door on your way out."

Davis left the room.

Las Casas turned his gaze toward the twins.

"Ana, how is the training of our newest asset coming along?"

Dana blushed at the reference to herself as an "asset."

"She's proceeding remarkably well," Ana answered. "I would almost believe that she had some training before you acquired her."

"I disagree," Micaela interrupted. "With the exception of a handgun, she had no familiarity with any firearms. She didn't know how to use a knife. Her skill with a truncheon was laughable. She knew some self-defense moves, but she lacked any kind of lethality in hand-to-hand combat. A few lessons, maybe, but serious training--no. The average Havana street kid would have gutted her and left her for dead."

"No matter. What I want to know is, how is she progressing?"

"Very well," Ana answered.

"She's trainable," Micaela interjected. "She learns quickly, she has excellent balance and she's in great physical condition, as I'm sure you know better than us."

Dana blushed. The twins giggled. Las Casas stared at Micaela for three seconds before the corners of his mouth softened into a slight smile.

"Yes, she is quite a specimen," Las Casas finally said.

"I'm right here." Dana waved. "Hello."

"How long before she's ready?" Las Casas asked.

"Ready for what?" Dana interrupted.

"At least two more weeks," Micaela answered. "Her superb conditioning helps us accelerate her training, but she still has a lot to learn about weapons--especially automatic weapons."

"She's putting in extra time, and that is helping immensely," Ana added. "Although missing today's sessions was a bit of a setback."

"That couldn't be helped," Las Casas said. "I was in need of her other skills."

Dana's face flushed crimson. She stood up and looked at all three of them.

"Are you just going to continue talking about me like I'm not even here? What am I being trained for?"

Las Casas finished sipping his cafecito and set down his cup. He lifted his glass, took a long drink of water, and then looked into Dana's eyes.

"You're going to be my master assassin."

* * * *

Dana approached her training with even greater diligence over the next three days. She was horrified at the thought of becoming an assassin, but she realized that by committing to a definite role in the organization, her value to Las Casas increased. Maximizing her value was the key to improving her chances of survival. Even if his feelings for her were genuine--and she was starting to believe that they were--she knew that she could easily be replaced if he had any reason to think of her again as just another whore. But becoming a vital cog in his enterprise would make her harder to supplant. Her short-term goal, therefore, was to become "vital."

Her biggest obstacle was Hernandez. He alone knew that she was lying about her past. Even worse, he had the resources and the wherewithal to discover the true reason she was on board Las Casas' yacht three weeks earlier. He was also her biggest potential ally. His background was the most similar to hers. Together, the two of them could bring down the entire organization. Strangely, that thought held very little appeal to her.

* * * *

Harris made two stops on his way to the airport. The first was at a gun shop. After showing the salesman his concealed weapon permit, Harris purchased a Glock 20 10mm handgun, a stainless steel travel case, and 200 rounds of ammunition.

His next stop was at the bank. Harris took out $25,000 in cash from his personal accounts, and then transferred the remaining balance into a little used joint account he held with his mother.

He left his car in the long term garage at the airport. He was planning to be back in twenty-four hours, but there were too many variables he could not control. Going up against a major drug cartel on their home turf--all by himself--sounded like a suicide plan. He thought of enlisting Espinoza's assistance--after all, he was the bastard who got him into this mess--but he no longer trusted him. That thought saddened him a little, but he pushed it out of his mind once he shut off the car engine. He would have plenty of time for regrets on the return trip.

Harris was prepared for a lengthy delay at the airline counter. He had never before flown with a weapon in his luggage, but everyone he talked to told him it would be a pain in the ass. That was an understatement. No one he talked to had ever flown internationally.

By the time he finished the paperwork, met with Honduran officials, was searched, strip-searched, and interviewed by TSA, FAA, and FBI agents, his plane had already taxied onto the runway, been cleared for take off, and left MIA. Harris' only alternative was to book a seat on the next available flight, which was scheduled for departure twenty-four hours later.

* * * *

Hernandez returned after dinner on the third evening. Las Casas met with him behind closed doors for over three hours. Dana waited nervously. She was anxious to find out if Hernandez had uncovered her deception, but she was fatigued from her day long training sessions. Eventually, sleep overcame her.

At 2:00 a.m. Las Casas crawled into bed with Dana. He kissed her cheeks and forehead until she stirred. When she realized he was there, she pressed her lips to his and returned his kisses. Her anxiety diminished the longer Las Casas kissed her. He wouldn't be kissing me if I were about to die. Right?

"I'm leaving in the morning," Las Casas said.

"Where are you going?"

"Barranquilla. I'm taking Maritza and Josefina."

"Why?"

"It's time for Maritza to go to work."

"What about Josefina? She's a little old to work in a whorehouse, isn't she?"

"Correct. I think I'll put her to work on a coca farm. That way I'll never have to see her or hear her mouth again."

"Aren't you worried that she'll find sympathizers. She could escape."

"Not a problem. I've already replaced everyone who was loyal to Crespo. She'll be surrounded by his rivals. I think they'll keep her in line."

"How are you getting there? Are you taking the yacht?"

"No. I'll take the helicopter. I can get there in one day if we don't run into bad weather. It would take three days by boat."

"Isn't that kind of far? What's the range of that chopper?"

"We'll have to stop three times to refuel: Nicaragua, Costa Rica, and Panama. Still, I'd rather get there in one long day than spend three days at sea with Crespo's women."

"Since you put it that way, I think I prefer that you take the chopper, also. I couldn't bear the thought of you spending your nights at sea with Josefina."

"You have nothing to worry about."

"But I do worry. You really seemed to enjoy fucking her fat ass."

"I was doing it for effect, only."

"She seemed to enjoy it. Are you sure you don't want to hit it one more time before she's gone?"

"The only ass I want to fuck right now is yours."

"That's what you say, but words are meaningless. I need to be convinced."

"Then allow me to persuade you."

Las Casas rolled Dana onto her stomach. He lifted her ass into the air and spit on her asshole. He licked it until she was relaxed, and then spit on it again. He placed the head of his erect cock against her anus and pushed. The saliva provided just enough lubrication, enabling him to force the head of his cock inside of her.

"Is that all you've got?" Dana teased. "I'll bet you'd give Josefina more than you're giving me."

"I could shove a baseball bat up Josefina's ass with little difficulty. Your's is a little more challenging."

"Just a little bit? Are you calling me easy?"

Las Casas withdrew his cock, spit one more time on Dana's sphincter, and then replaced the tip of his cock in her anus. He pushed until the head popped through, pulled back, and pushed again. An inch of shaft disappeared between her cheeks. He pulled back and pushed again and again until his cock was buried inside her.

"Ungh!" Dana grunted. "I have to say that you do make a compelling argument."

Las Casas pulled back and then thrust forward again.

"Ungh! I am ... ungh ... starting to see your point."

Las Casas thrust into her with the full length of his cock.

"That's ... ungh ... conclusive ... ungh ... proof."

Las Casas leaned forward and pushed her head into the bed. He held her down and thrust in out of her asshole with increasing forcefulness.

"Ungh! ... OK ... I'm convinced."

"Ungh! Ah! Ungh!" Las Casas grunted. "I'm ... ahhhhhhhh!"

Las Casas exploded inside her ass. He thrust several times, pumping jet after jet of semen into her rectum. He slowed his pace, shortened his stroke, and then collapsed on top of Dana's prone body. He was sound asleep within seconds.

* * * *

Dana and Las Casas arose before dawn. They showered, dressed, and then enjoyed an early breakfast on the deck of the yacht. As soon as the dishes were cleared, Las Casas convened a meeting with Hernandez, Davis, and Dana in the entertainment salon.

Hernandez and Las Casas took the overstuffed lounge chairs. Davis paced the perimeter of the room. Dana avoided making eye contact with Hernandez. She sat on the sofa where she had previously enjoyed her first lesbian experience, and where General Torres subsequently ravaged her asshole. The first memory provoked a hint of a smile, but it disappeared when she recalled her treatment at the hands of the aged anal rapist.

"Franklin," Las Casas called. "Sit down. We're about to begin."

"I'm sorry, boss, but I'm feeling a little under the weather today," Davis answered. "This meeting was not on my calendar."

"You'll be fine, I'm sure. Get yourself something to drink and join us. Your input in these matters is important."

"Thank you boss. I'll be there in a second."

Davis disappeared behind the bar.

"Gentlemen --and Lydia--as you know, I'll be departing as soon as the chopper is ready," Las Casas announced. "Before I go, updates, please. How did things go in Mexico City?"

"We have competition," Hernandez answered in a solemn tone. "The Saltillo Cartel has expanded its influence in the Federal District. I have evidence that certain officials who we bought and paid for are also collecting payments from Saltillo."

"Who?"

"Cástanon, definitely, and either Ruìz or Obregòn. I'm not sure which one, yet. And maybe Peralta, also."

"Peralta ... Peralta ... do you mean Pilar?"

"Yes, the mayor's assistant."

"Are you sure?"

"Not yet. But she was extremely nervous when I talked to her. She kept looking over her shoulder, like she thought she was being watched. Her answers touched upon the truth, but were more evasive than revealing. I could tell she was hiding something."

"What do you recommend?"

"We need to make a statement."

"My thought exactly. How long before we need to act?"

"It depends on the target. Right now, if it's Cástanon. I'll need more time to develop a profile if it's Ruìz or Obregòn. Peralta--that one's especially tricky. It depends on how much help Davis can give me collecting and analyzing the data."

"The selection can wait until I return. We're not quite ready to deploy our asset, so there's no need to rush into a decision."

"Gentleman," Davis interrupted. "We have another problem."

All heads turned toward Davis, who was standing behind the bar holding a small metal device between his fingers. Dana felt a pain in her chest as her heart nearly stopped. Fuck! I should have thrown that thing away!

"I found this bug attached to a shelf," Davis said. "The battery is dead, but someone placed it here recently."

Hernandez looked at Dana, and then turned toward Davis.

"How recently?" Las Casas demanded.

"Three to four weeks ago."




Deep Undercover Ch. 04



After over an hour of soaking in the tub and freshening up, I emerge from Alex's bedroom, rejuvenated and refreshed in a pair of white cotton leggings and a large, plush white heavy-knit sweater. The light wood floor is warm under my bare feet. The sun has surrendered itself to a sudden thunderstorm. I love this weather. 

I make my way downstairs, unable to hear or see Alex. I quickly peek into every room on the main floor, but he's nowhere to be seen. I guess he had to go out, after all. Sitting on the kitchen island, I find a sandwich and a note:  

Madison, 

Raspberry jam and brie grilled cheese. 

Please enjoy, 

Helga. 

That was very sweet of her. Ravenous, I inhale the sandwich a large mouthful at a time. As I swallow the last bite and realize my plate is now empty, I'm startled by a voice behind me, "Looks like you were hungry." I turn to find Alex leaning against the glass walled corner where the foyer meets the kitchen. "Did you enjoy it?" he inquires with a smile. 

"Yes. Very much. Thank you," I'm suddenly nervous being in the same room as him. 

"Good," he saunters toward me, "But you have a little jam...just there." He leans forward and seductively licks the corner of my mouth. 

"I'm not sure you got it all," I can't help but want more. 

"No? Hmmm," he kisses me vigorously and tears away almost as suddenly, "There. Did I get it all now?" 

Left panting with desire I can't help but long for more, "I don't think so." 

Alex chuckles, "Well perhaps I'll have to work on my cleaning skills." He picks up my plate and puts it into the sink. 

"I looked for you when I came downstairs, but you seemed to have vanish," the interrogator in me rears her head. 

"I was around," he looks at me challengingly. He knows my game. 

"Ah. Because I checked every room." 

"Not every room." 

Interesting. There's more to this house than I've seen. I round the island to the sink, run warm water to wash the sticky jam from my hands and continue my inquiry, "I thought I had seen the whole house." 

"Not quite everything, Madison." It's clear from the look on Alex's face as he hands me a towel that he's not ready to share the rest of the house with me. I divert attention by playfully tossing the towel at Alex, which he catches inches from his face. He grins and tosses it onto the counter as I gracefully turn and head into the living room. 

I walk to the wall of glass at the end of the room and watch the rain falling outside. I hear Alex settle onto the sofa behind me, "Do you enjoy the rain?" 

"It's peaceful. It relaxes me. Always has," I am entranced watching the rain rhythmically beat on the window. 

"Me too. Aside from the natural beauty of the region and this particular site, the frequent rain was a big factor in my purchasing land here." 

"Well you picked an amazing spot. Your home is truly amazing." 

"Is it?" 

"Oh come on, Alex. You know it's incredible," I turn to give him a look that says I know he's fishing for a compliment. 

"To be honest, I've never spent too much time here. As you surely know, our line of work requires quite a bit of travel. I own a lot of homes for convenience, but this one I designed specifically to be my escape, my sanctuary." 

I turn to face him, "Well you certainly achieved that. This feels like another world." I move across the room and sit on the opposite side of the sofa, "Though...I have been kidnapped and am cut off. So that may also be a factor." 

Alex smirks, "Well I hope that, as a prisoner, you feel you've been treated well." 

"So far." 

"Good." 

I shift awkwardly under Alex's stare, "So...what's there to do around here on a rainy day?" 

"Well, aside from certain physical activities, I have an excellent selection of books in the library. There's a chess board in there as well. Or, there's always TV. I have to admit, I love films. With what little downtime I have, I like to lose myself in another's story." 

"I know exactly what you mean." Once again I find that I'm on the same wavelength as this man, my detainer. "I love horror films. And sci-fi. And romantic comedies. Ok I don't discriminate any genre, but horror films are my absolute favorite." 

"Interesting," he looks somewhat surprised. "Well, would you like to watch one?" 

"Sure." This man watched me masturbate myself a few hours ago with a metal dick and now he wants to watch a horror film. I'm amused by my thoughts and find myself appreciating the humanity of the man who I once believed was the most evil human being on earth. How quickly things can change. 

Alex turns on the large flat screen and pulls up the list of streaming films. He stops at a title, "A movie about a haunting?" 

"My favorite kind." 

He grins, pushes play and uses the remote to turn off the lights so that we're left in a dark room, lit only by the cloudy light outside. He stands, takes off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the nearby lounge chair, and sits closer to me on the sofa. I pull my feet up beside me and rest my head on the sofa arm, as we lose ourselves in the world on the screen. 

The movie wasn't scary, per se, but it definitely had some moments that made me jump. Alex found himself amused every time I twitched. I even found him sneaking his arm around me on the back of the sofa to give me comfort. It felt a bit like I imagine dating in high school would've felt. Unfortunately, I never had that pleasure. 

As the movie went on, we found ourselves closer and closer until we were basically cuddling, like a couple on a typical Saturday afternoon watching a movie, though I'm not sure it's actually Saturday. It was, well, sweet. I barely know this man, yet I've never felt that kind've intimacy with another person. Not since my parents. 

Hours later I wake to a darkening living room, covered in a soft wool blanket. I fell asleep!? The TV is off and Alex is gone, a red rose and a note in his place. I pick up the rose and hold it to my nose. Smells so good. I unfold the note and read it silently: 

You're beautiful when you sleep. 

It would be perfect if you would join me upstairs. 





Deep Undercover Ch. 04



"What?" I wasn't expecting that. 

He wraps his hand around my neck again, squeezes it and pulls me back so that my head is on his right shoulder and his eyes are burning into mine. "You heard me, Madison. Don't question me. Ever. There are repercussions to questioning me."  

Why don't I want to fight back? I'm so tempted to find out what those repercussions are, but I want so badly whatever he's got planned to happen on that countertop. So instead I find myself resigning to his wishes, "I'm sorry, sir." 

His grip loosens slightly, "Good girl. Now do as I said." He lets go of me completely. I put my palms onto the cold white stone and push myself up. I can feel his throbbing member in his briefs very shallowly sliding down my the crack of my ass. I set first my right, then left, knees onto the countertop and move forward until I'm close to the center of the island. I assume the position to which I've been instructed, on all fours. 

The stone countertop is ice cold. Its hard surface digs into my knees. I try to put most of my weight on my palms to ease the discomfort. 

I look back to see Alex sliding his briefs off. His massive erection springs forth and he reaches down, touching myself as he examines me in my subservient position. "Eyes forward," he growls. "Spread your knees apart a bit more. I want a better view of your smooth, dripping cunt." 

I do as he says. He walks around the island, sans briefs, looking over every inch of my body. I feel like a whore on display. His whore. With this shameful thought, I let my head fall so that I'm looking down on the countertop. I distract myself by tracing the subtle natural veining of the stone. 

I can sense Alex is standing in front of me now. His hand stretches out and he cups my chin with his thumb and index finger, lifting it so that my eyes are meeting his. They're soft and a bit concerned as he says, "Madison, you're perfect. There's no shame in desire. Eyes always forward unless I instruct you otherwise." His face says he knows what I was thinking. I muster a smile and blink away tears that were welling. 

Then the phone rings. Alex looks to the phone, then to me, then to the phone again. Finally, clearly frustrated, he looks me in the eye, "Excuse me, Madison. I must get this. Don't move." He angrily strides to the other side of the island and picks up the phone, "What is it?" 

There is silence for a few moments. Then Alex says, "Fine. I'll be right there. Tell him this had better not be bullshit again!" He hangs up and puts the phone onto the counter. 

I hear him circling back to the side that I'm facing. He appears annoyed and has gone a bit cold again, "Madison, I have to go for a few hours, at least. My apologies. Let me help you down." He wraps his arms around my back just below my arms, slides me toward him and lifts me off of the counter, setting me softly back onto the warm floor. 

He reaches over and grabs his white shirt that he had strewn over the stool and drapes it over my shoulders. "I must go and dress," he turns and heads for the stairs. Well, that mood shifted quickly. Fidgeting from the sudden upset, I button the shirt and walk to the cupboard to retrieve a glass for water. I feel like that person intruding again. 

How can he be so tender one moment and so dismissive the next? Who the fuck does he think he is!? 

I'm downing my second glass of water when Alex comes back downstairs in black slacks, a black v-neck sweater and a grey tweed coat. He approaches the island opposite me and has that soft look again, "I realize I was rather abrupt. I didn't intend to be dismissive of you. I do, however, have to go. Please enjoy the pizza without me if you're hungry. If not, I would love to enjoy it with you when you return." 

I can't help but accept his attempt at an apology. "I adore cold pizza," I smile and wink. With a smile, he turns and heads to the front door, glancing back as he exits. 

Alone again. I decide I must find wherever he was hiding earlier. Perhaps there's information there that I can use. I feel guilty that, having already developed feelings for him, I'm still prying into his life. But that is my job. 

I wait until I hear the distinct sound of a car pulling away and set off. The locked door! I run up the stairs to the bathroom and open the drawers, finding exactly what I was looking for: a pack of bobby pins. I can pick any lock with a bobby pin or two. I grab three just to be on the safe side and head back downstairs and to the locked door. 

After only a few moments of fiddling, I hear the lock spring just the right way. Got it! I open the door slowly to a dark room with an eco. As I step inside, LED lighting above turns on and the entire room is lit like a stadium. It's practically a museum of sports cars. I see vintage, new, limited edition...at least 12 different cars on display. Of course... 

I walk through the room, looking for some sign of a door in the walls, floor, anywhere. Nothing. I move on to the guest suite and search every inch. Still nothing. I do the same in the living room, the dining room, the kitchen, the powder room. Two hours have gone by and I've found nothing. Frustrated, I decide to take a break and read a book. 

I head to the library, select a book at random and curl up in the oversized wool-covered chair and start reading. As my eyes start growing tired, I'm losing focus on the pages. What time is it? I look at the clock on the wall to find that it's nearly nine o'clock. I try to continue reading. As my eyes start to lose focus again and everything blurs together, I notice a sliver of light in one of the reveals of the bookcase. 

I didn't notice it before because the reveals are consistent throughout the room. Son-of-a-bitch! I put down the book and walk over toward the bookcase, examining the line of light. It runs the entire height of the woodwork. Now...how do I open you? I feel around for a latch or a switch, something that will release the shelves. It suddenly occurs to me that the solution may be as cliché as a bookcase being an entry to a hidden room- one of the books activates it. 

I scan the titles, looking for something obvious and there it is: a book on the Kama Sutra. I tilt the book, as if to pull it off of the shelf, and hear a soft click. Using the vertical side of the bookcase, I pull it forward, revealing a blank concrete wall 3 feet in. To the right, another wall a few feet in, and to the left, a straight run of stairs down. I can only see the first few steps, which are illuminated. The rest are hidden in shadow. I've no idea how far down these go. 

I walk inside, pulling the entry closed with me, just in case. As I make it to the first dark step, a light comes on at my feet, illuminating it. This continues all the way down, motion-activated lights turn on with each step. At the bottom I find myself facing a glass wall with water on the other side. Realizing I'm staring into the pool, I'm mentally kicking myself for not realizing there was a lower level to the house. I can see raindrops falling on the surface of the water. 

To the left is only a bare wall, but the hall continues to the right. As I walk, I mentally map what's above me. The stair and this first portion of hall are under the foyer. I'm walking toward the kitchen, approaching another blank wall. Every wall down here is exposed concrete. It's cold to the touch, but it has amazing texture. I can see the tie hole locations and the plywood sheet edges imprinted. 

At the end of the hall, directly under the kitchen, is a door on the right. Locked. And a door on the left, which would be under the living room. Locked. I decide to pick the lock on the left first. I go to work on it. This one's a bit more tricky than the garage door. It takes a good five minutes before I hear the familiar click of the lock. 

Still on my knees, I push the door open to reveal darkness. However, I can hear the rain more clearly than I could in the hall. I stand and feel along the wall for a light switch. I feel three dimmer switches in a row, and I slide them all up at the same time. Holy shit! 

It's another bedroom. Well, it's a room with a bed, but not exactly a bedroom. The room is huge, the size of the living room. There are exposed concrete walls on both sides, save the entrance to what looks like a bathroom on the left side, running along the pool. A large soaking tub sits just outside the doorway, within the room. There is a massive four poster bed in the middle of the room, facing a glass wall that looks out onto the trees. 

In the corner of the room, closer to the glass wall, a leather contraption that looks like some sort of swing hangs from the ceiling. On the opposite side of the bed is what looks like a wooden saw horse with padding. 

I walk further into the room, in between two straps hanging from hooks at the ceiling. At the end of the straps are leather cuffs. The same lies on the floor. I push one and watch it swing back and forth. There are several sets of these hanging around the room. Some are leather, some fabric, others metal chain. 

Leaning on the right side wall is a large wooden X with straps. Hmmm...for torture? Several feet down the wall, closer toward the glass wall are at least 20 hooks with various items hanging from them. A table runs the length below the hooks. Are those what I think they are? 

I approach the table and examine it all the way down. It's covered in sex toys: dildos of various sizes and textures, multiple vibrators, some items on straps that I don't recognize, anal beads, butt plugs, various metal and plastic rings, remote controlled toys that I don't recognize, handcuffs, blindfolds, restraints, etc. 

On the wall are riding crops, whips, floggers, canes, various paddles and a few more strapped items that I don't recognize. I run my hand over all of them as I walk the length. The metals, the woods, the hides...it's all so sensual. In fact, this entire room smells of leather, and it's intoxicating. This is where that scent of his comes from. 

I reach out and rub my hand over one of the items I don't recognize: straps on each end with a buckle and a red rubber ball in the center. I've read bits and pieces about the BDSM lifestyle, but, as this room is validating, I really know nothing about it. But being in here, surrounded by it, I'm so horny. 

I move on to one of the paddles. I've often fantasized about one of these coming down onto my ass, hard. I run my hand over the soft leather and close my eyes. I lose myself in a fantasy of being back on that counter on all fours, blindfolded, and Alex spanking me hard with a paddle. I can feel my arousal running down my thigh, as my breathing gets harder. 

My thoughts are stopped short when I feel someone standing behind me. "I see you've found my favorite room, Madison," I jerk my hand from the paddle and turn to find Alex glaring at me, "I hadn't planned on showing you this yet, if at all. I'm still not sure if you're the submissive that I've been searching for, if a submissive at all. Not that any woman who's been in here has been 'the one', but I was hopeful that you would be." 

"The one?" I don't understand. 

"The woman who would give herself to me completely, who would trust me implicitly and I her, who would be my equal, with whom I could lose myself in hours of pain and pleasure." 

"Oh," I feel another twitch in my cunt, sending another sticky stream rolling down my thigh. Alex's eyes instantly shoot down to my legs and he smiles. How did he know!? 

"What were you thinking about with your eyes closed while stroking this," Alex leans in, forcing the back of my ass against the long table of toys, as he reaches and pulls the paddle off of the wall. The wood is rough and scrapes a bit as my bare skin pushes into it. 

"I-" I'm so embarrassed I can barely start. 

"Close your eyes, Madison, and put out your hand." 

I do as he says. I feel the soft leather on my palm, surprising me. I breathe in instantly and my body quivers with the shock of lust that runs through it. 

"Good girl. Now, tell me...what were you thinking about? You've no call to be shy with me...ever," Alex's voice is soothing and reassuring, as he rubs the surface of the paddle over my palm slowly, back and forth. 

"I was imagining being on the island countertop on all fours." Suddenly there's a hard smack sound, as the paddle is brought down hard, but not too hard, onto the palm of my hand. I breathe in sharply, a sensation of pleasure and pain, all at once, shocking me from head to toe. I open my eyes and look at Alex, who's face is serious and intense. "I didn't give you permission to open your eyes," he admonishes. 

I close my eyes instantly, "I'm sorry, sir." 

"Go on...what else were you thinking about. Do not open your eyes unless I tell you to, no matter what." 

"Yes, sir. I- I was blindfolded [smack], a-and you were..." I can't say it. [Smack!] I feel a jolt deep down inside. 

"What was I doing, Madison? Tell me. Don't be embarrassed." 

I take a deep breath, "You were spanking me with this paddle." [Smack!] The sensation is overwhelming, my pussy shivering with anticipation. 

"Good girl. Open your eyes." 

I open my eyes to find Alex looking at me admiringly. He reaches past me and places the paddle back on the hook. Damn! He looks at me and smirks, "You look disappointed, Madison." 

Again, I can't lie, "Perhaps a bit." 

"Well, we can continue. We can go much, much further. I can take you to deep, dark places you never knew existed. But first you have to make a choice." 

"What choice?" 

"Who do you belong to, Madison?" 

"Myself." 

He looks pleased, "Good answer. I would be disappointed if that wasn't who you belonged to before anyone else. That's why I've been so eager to meet you, why I knew deep down you would be such a good fit in this room. Now...I need you to answer honestly with how you feel so that I can determine how we proceed. You may choose whichever path you feel is yours." 

"Yes, sir." 

"Do you trust me?" 

I search within myself. With all that's already happened, how can I not? Yes he's my enemy, he's taken me prisoner. But I do. I trust him. 

"Yes, sir. I do trust you." 

He smiles and looks relieved, as he asks the final question, "Who's your master, Madison?" 

I reach down and start unbuttoning the white shirt, slowly. I can tell Alex sees what I'm doing, as his mouth has opened slightly, but his eyes don't leave mine. I reach the last button and shrug the shirt off of my shoulders and onto the floor. I mean what I'm about to say with every inch of my being, "You are, Alex. I'm yours. All yours." 

"Good girl," he reaches beyond me and picks up a pair of handcuffs. Dangling them on his finger between our faces he says, "So then, Madison...do you want to play?"



Deep Undercover Ch. 05



I put my wrists together and hold them out to Alex. My master. He smiles and lowers the cuffs, "Good girl. Turn around." I do as he says. He takes my left hand and pulls it behind my back. I jump slightly as the cold metal of the cuff clasps onto my wrists. Alex tightens it so that I can't move it much, but not so much that it cuts my flesh. He pulls my right wrist behind and does the same. 

Holding the chain of the cuffs, he pulls me backward, leading me away from the buffet of sex. He turns me so that I'm facing the glass wall and pushes me forward. Staying behind me, he stops about four feet before the wall. I feel his hot breath on my ear, as he yanks downward on the cuffs, "On your knees."

Without a word, I sink to my knees. The white carpet is soft and plush. Alex walks in front of me and lifts his bare foot, using it to tap at the insides of each knee. "Knees apart," he demands. I comply without hesitation. 

He has a very serious look, "Before we begin, there are rules we must address. Some will come up over time, but I want to cover the important ones now. When we're in this room, you are to do as I say when I say it. Failure to do so will result in punishment. Understood?"

"Yes, master," I feel like I'm back in training.

"Good. I will rarely ask your opinion or if you are ok with something, unless it is something that I have concern may be extreme or something you've mentioned you're unsure of. Otherwise, your body is mine to do with as I please. That being said, if you are ever uncomfortable or frightened or things have gone too far, you are to use one of the safe words. If you want me to slow down or ease up but not stop you are to say 'yellow'. If you want the session to end, say 'red'. But if you say 'red', I will stop without question. Whatever we are doing or were going to do will be finished. No arguments and no taking back 'red'. So don't use it lightly. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

"This, of course, means saying 'no' or 'stop' will be ignored and will be considered part of the play, as will any names that I call you or horrible things that I may say to you. They are part of play and nothing more. If I ever tell you to assume the position, I mean to walk over to this spot, facing out into the trees, get on your knees as you are, head down and hands behind your back. Understood?"

"Yes, master."

"Now the most important thing I want you to remember," Alex kneels in front of me and grasps my chin with his index finger and thumb again, tilting my head so that I'm looking into his eyes. "We are equals in this. The choice for this is as much yours as it is mine. As master and submissive, we share a special bond and trust in doing this, a trust that merely exists now but will grow over time."

I smile at his reassurance, as his looks shifts to one of concern, "So, now that I've covered the basics I must ask once more. Are you sure you want this?"

I reach inside of myself, searching for a reason to say no, any reason. I have none. I trust him in my heart, despite my head telling me that I have no cause to. I want this...more than I've ever wanted anything. "Yes, master. I want this. I'm yours," I am sincere in my reply.

His straight, serious mouth lifts at the corners, as he tries to fight back a smile. "Good girl," he leans in and kisses me on the forehead. "Stay here, eyes forward."

He rises and disappears behind me. I can hear the metal hooks hitting the wall as he removes things from them. I can hear him approaching again, as he walks in front of me, holding the strapped item with the rubber ball in his hands. "I noticed you touching this. Do you know what it is?" he asks. 

I'm embarrassed that I'm so naive, "No, master."

He smiles and reassures me, "No need for embarrassment. I'm glad that I get to teach you. It's a ball gag, meant to keep you silent as I punish you. Would you like to try it?"

I swallow hard. Punishment. "Yes, master."

Alex walks around me and gently lifts me so that I'm standing. His is breathing heavy behind me, as he brings the rubber ball in front of me, holding both ends on either side of my head. "Open your mouth," he commands. The moment that it's open, Alex pushes the red ball into it, filling it up. The smooth sphere in my mouth, the taste of rubber...fuck I'm so turned on. I can feel him wrapping the straps around my hair and fastening it tightly so that it's held in place.

"Come with me," he gently pulls on my arm and leads me next to him toward the dangling leather straps and restraints that I walked past. He turns me around so that I'm facing him and the glass wall. He pushes a stray hair from my face, then circles around to my back and un-cuffs me. 

He lifts my right hand to the right restraint, wrapping and buckling it tightly around my wrist. Then he does the same with the left. After both arms are secured, he pulls on both restraints and says, "Too loose. This won't do." He goes to work adjusting each strap so that my arms are taut above my head on each side. 

Moving behind me again, he kneels and does the same with each ankle, first wrapping and buckling them tightly, and then pulling the taut so that my legs are spread wide apart. He stops for a moment, rubbing his fingers gently over a spot on my lower back. Shit.I had hoped he didn't notice the mark.

He moves to stand behind me, pressing against my bare skin and whispers into my ear, "I'm going to blindfold you now. By not being able to see what I'm doing you'll only be able to focus on the sensations of sound, taste, touch. Ready?"

I nod my head 'yes' and feel the softness of silk sliding over my forehead and eyelids, as the world goes black. I feel Alex move to my right and walk around me. I don't hear much, other than his soft footsteps against the carpet, the rain outside and my heart pounding in my chest.

Not a minute later, I hear him walking back toward me, slowly. As he approaches, I tense up and hold my breath, eager yet nervous to find out what he has planned. I don't hear him any more. Where has he gone?

Suddenly I feel a soft, slow stroke over my clit. "Mmmmm," I moan through the ball gag. It's his tongue. Jesus. He's licking...

His hands grasp my hips. I go a bit limp with pleasure. After a few more strokes, I feel him pulling himself up, running his tongue up my body, over first my right nipple, then my left, which he bites. Softly at first and then hard. A muffled "oh" escapes through the rubber. He continues up until his mouth is on the gag, wrapping as much of his lips around it as he can, as the rest of it occupies my mouth.

I can smell myself on it- sex and rubber. "That's it, baby. Relax," he whispers, soothingly. His hands leave my hips and I can feel him back away slightly. A moment later his palm is on my stomach, softly rubbing it. Then it's replaced with something else, something smooth but with texture. The paddle!

He traces it over my stomach and up over my right breast, then back down. He runs it around my side and to my lower back, as he circles behind me. His hot breath is on my ear, "Feel that, baby?" I nod 'yes'. 

"Do you want me to spank you like a bad girl?" he asks. I nod again.

Not taking the paddle off of my skin, he moves it down and circles it over my right ass cheek. I'm tense with anticipation, as he nibbles my ear. Suddenly, smack! He brings the paddle down on my right cheek, hard. I grip the straps holding me in place with all of my strength, the sting sending a shockwave through my body. 

Smack!

The leather bites my left cheek, harder than the last. He rubs the paddle over it until the sting begins to subside. Then smack! He brings it down harder still on my right cheek, rubbing it after. He continues the assault, back and forth, over and over, harder and harder. 

The stings reverberate through me. I grip the rubber ball with my mouth, moaning with each strike, my legs instinctively trying to close, to shield my sex with each blow. I can feel my warm nectar running down my thigh again. Fuck it hurts so bad, but it feels so good. Alex stops suddenly. I feel him at my ankles, unbuckling the restraints. 

Then again- smack! Smack! Smack! Back and forth, harder than before, over and over. It bites my bare skin and titillates me deep within. I feel an orgasm starting to build. With each impact, each moan, it grows stronger and more intense. Oh fuck! I can't take it! I'm gripping the straps with all of my strength. 

As suddenly as it started, the spanking stops. I feel Alex quickly circle around me. His strong hands grip the backs of my thighs, and he lifts me off of the floor. I can feel the tip of his cock pressing against me. As his fingers dig into me, he pushes in, hard. In...out...in...out. He fucks me fast and hard, thrusting in as deep as he can go and pulling almost all of the way back out again. Over and over. "Ahhhh!" I scream through the gag. 

It takes only a few moments before I feel it taking over my body. I'm coming! Fuck! I feel Alex's cock twitching as my pussy grips it with all its might. "That's it. Fucking come for me!" he growls. Despite all of the strength he's holding me with, my entire body convulses as it's overcome with a tsunami of pleasure. "Oh fuck!" Alex shouts as he comes with me, filling me up with his hot cum. 

My head falls back and my body goes limp as he expels into me, his cock buried to the hilt. Finishing, his grip not loosening, he lowers his forehead to my chest and takes a few deep breaths. He kisses the base of my neck softly, his grip loosening just enough so that his fingertips are cradling me. 

He lifts his head and gently says, "I'm going to lower you onto the floor now, baby." I nod so that he knows I can hear him. He slides his hands down to behind my knees, and, bending over, sets my feet softly on the floor. Despite my lack of strength, I manage to steady myself. "I'll be right back," he says. 

I hear Alex walk in the direction of the hall and turn on the tub faucet. A few moments later he returns and goes to work on each wrist, unbuckling them and gently lowering my hands to his shoulders. He reaches behind my head and unbuckles the gag, pulling it from my mouth. Still filled with the taste of rubber, I'm relieved to close my lips again. Wrapping his right hand around my waist, Alex uses his left to slip off my blindfold and brush my hair from my face. 

As his tender blue eyes come into focus, he asks, "Are you ok?"

I smile to let him know that I am, as I breathlessly utter, "Yes."

He smiles and wraps his right arm around the small of my back and sweeps me off of my feet by placing his left beneath my knees. I grip his neck, as it takes me by surprise. We look into each other's eyes as he carries me across the room and sets me gently into the warm bathwater in the stand-alone tub. He reaches down and brings up a bottle of bath oil. Vanilla.

As he pours it into the water he asks, "Is the temperature ok?"

I smile and bring my knees to my chest, "It's perfect."

He smiles down on me, naked and glistening with sweat. Fuck he's beautiful. I can feel myself flush with the thought. I can tell by his smirk that he knows what I'm thinking, "Mind if I join you?"

"Of course not," I want nothing more. 

He climbs in slowly behind me and sinks into the deep tub, stretching his legs on either side of me. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me back so that my head is resting on his right shoulder. I let my legs slide forward as far as they'll go and let my eyes close as I breathe in his scent.

He rubs my left cheek gently with his left hand, "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"

"Yes, master," I stay true to my role as submissive. 

"Good," he kisses the side of my head and reaches into the bathwater to retrieve the natural sponge that was submerged. He runs it over my shoulders and neck, down my stomach and to my used pussy. As he gently washes me, I realize I'm sore from use and wince a little bit. It's been a long time since I've been good and fucked, let alone like that. He runs the sponge over my thighs, wiping away the evidence of my lust. 

We soak in the tub for a while in silence, until the water starts to cool. Alex rises and climbs out, dripping as he disappears into the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a towel around his waste and a large white towel in his arms. 

He gestures for me to join him. As I climb out slowly, he pushes the lever to drain the tub. Taking his hand, I climb out of the tub and into his arms and the towel. It's soft and warm as Alex wraps it around my arms and covers the top half of my body with it. He runs the towel down my legs, removing the beads of water that refuse to let go.

Moving up, he wraps it back around me and once again, lifts me off of the floor and into his arms. I wrap my right arm around his neck as he carries me out of the room and up the stairs. As we reach the top step, he kicks a spot on the wall and the secret door swings open. 

Navigating carefully, he carries me through the doorway, the library, up the foyer steps, down the hall and into his bedroom. It's still raining outside, hard. I hadn't noticed downstairs. He sets me gently on the bed and removes the towel, throwing it onto the floor nearby. He does the same with his and climbs into bed with me. 

"Are you sore?" I can make out his concerned face in the dark room.

"A bit, but I'm ok," I smile reassuringly. 

"We'll have to get you used to a hard fuck."

"It's just been a while."

"I see," he's quiet for a moment and finally brings up what I'd feared that he'd noticed downstairs, "You have the mark of the Tenebris Societas"

I take a deep breath. I knew this would come up, but that hasn't made me any more prepared to talk about it, "Yes. I do."

"How did you get it?" he inquires. I can tell it makes him uncomfortable.

"When I was young. I've never talked to anybody about this before."

"You can talk to me."

"Can I? You won't understand."

"I will. I'm not a monster, Madison."

"Well...I was," I'm silent for a moment, trying to decide where to begin, "My parents died when I was fourteen...in a fire. I was away at an all-girl's camp. With nobody to go to and nowhere to go, I persuaded a friend of mine who was eighteen to purchase a ticket to Paris for me. I traveled around Europe, alone and broke. I met a group of kids like me. None of them had anybody. We ran amuck on the streets of various cities, robbing to make our way from city to city. One night-" I stop mid-sentence, tears welling.

Alex moves to me and pulls me into his arms, "It's ok, baby. Get it out."

After a few moments I continue, "One night, we broke into a large house in the countryside just outside of Berlin. I wandered away from the rest of the group to search upstairs. I didn't know they had fled the house, having been discovered. As I rifled through drawers, a man grabbed me. I remember his eyes. They were terrifying. But then they softened, as if on command, and he told me he could help me. I believed him, and I stayed. He doted upon me, treating me like a daughter. He trained me in various combat techniques. He taught me how to hunt and shoot a gun. 

"On my eighteenth birthday, he brought me down into the basement. I was naked and given a red cloak to wear. There were at least forty other men and women down there, all hooded and cloaked. I was joining their ranks and would do whatever I was told. I was a stupid kid. I thought it was an honor. They made me take off my robe and kneel before the fire on my hands and knees. They covered my head in a red hood. Then they-" 

I wince as I remember the sudden immense pain and the smell of burning flesh, as the brand seared the skin at the base of my back. I went on, "I remember screaming so loudly. Then they....used me, my body, all night. I was so stupid. I just let them. " Tears stream down my face as Alex wraps his arms tighter around me. 

"It's ok, baby," he whispers. "We don't have to talk about it any more tonight. Here, under the covers. It's cold in here."

I awake to Alex's lips covering mine. Even in the morning he tastes amazing. After a long, sensual kiss, I open my eyes and find Alex examining me. "It's after 9am. I haven't slept this late in years. You must've worn me out," he winks.

"It is!? Neither have I. I would reason, Alex, that you wore me out," I flirt back at him, as I wrap my arms around his neck. 

"Are you hungry?"

"Famished."

"Me as well. What would you like for breakfast?"

I try to think of something completely decadent, something I've not had in years, but secretly will be happy with an English muffin or toast. "Waffles with strawberries and a mimosa," I smile.

"Coming right up," Alex gives me one final kiss and leaps to his feet, not taking any of the sheets with him. I admire his tight, chiseled ass as he walks around the bed toward the closet. 

"Oh wait. I didn't actually think you were going to make that!" I try to stop him, as he disappears into the closet. 

"Nonsense. If that's what you want, then that's what we shall have," I can hear him, myself not having moved an inch. I'm way too comfortable.

As he reappears at the side of the bed, jeans in hand, I sit up and let the sheet fall, exposing my bare breast. Alex stands even more at attention, putting to shame the morning wood that previously graced his perfect body. He smiles as he notices my catching more than a glimpse and reaches out to stroke my cheek, "Why don't you get a hot shower and I'll get breakfast ready?"

"Sure," I lick my lips, wanting more than breakfast, but it looks like he's denying me yet again. 

He leans down to whisper in my ear, "I have plans for you later, my little slut." And he walks out of the room.

After showering, quickly putting myself together and dressing in a small tartan skirt and denim top, I tiptoe downstairs to see how breakfast is coming. The smell is divine. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, Alex raises his head, and runs his eyes up and down my body. With an approving nod, he says, "Perfect timing! I'm just plating everything now. I thought we could have breakfast in the dining room. Go have a seat. I've already taken the liberty of pouring mimosas."

"Sure I can't help with anything?" I offer.

"Not at all. I'll be right there."

I nod and make my way past the kitchen and into the dining room. The far and rear wall are all glass. The room feel as if it's floating in the trees. There are two, long white candles lit in the middle of the live edge table and mimosas poured at the head and adjacent chairs closest to the far glass wall. I take a seat and sip my drink, as Alex appears right behind me carrying two plates. 

Setting them down with a proud look he says, "Bon appetit."

I place the napkin on my lap, as Alex takes his seat and pushes the white ceramic vessel containing maple syrup toward me. "Alex, you really didn't have to-" I start.

"Madison, just say thank you and enjoy it," he corrects my lack of manners.

"Of course. Thank you, Alex. It really looks incredible."

We take our time, savoring every bite, discussing our favorite books, movies, cities. We share such intimate information, but avoid any shop talk. While I'm lost in the pleasure of his company, I can't stop thinking about that other locked room in the basement. I'm still to take advantage of the situation and gather intel. What's in there?

Eventually Alex says, "Please. Have another mimosa and relax. I'm going to go take a fast shower. And do not clean up. Helga will be here shortly and she can take care of it."

"Ok," I won't argue. It's nice to have someone to clean up after me. 

I pour myself another drink and look out to the trees. It's a beautiful day. I would love to go down to the basement and get into that other room, but a quick shower doesn't leave much time to do anything without the risk of being caught. It will have to wait.




Deep Undercover Ch. 05



Not twenty minutes later, Alex returns in a pair of forest green trousers and a black and white striped knit top, fit a little too well to hide much of his physique to the imagination. He reaches out his hand to me and says, "Come with me."

I put my glass down and take his hand. Without a word, he's leading me to the library. Butterflies fill my stomach in anticipation, as he opens the secret door. Down the stairs, the sun is streaming through the water of the pool, as he pulls me into his favorite room. He leads me over to the bed and says, "Take off your clothes, Madison."

Remembering his rules when we are in this room, I do as he says, "Yes, sir." It doesn't take me long to remove my blouse, skirt and silk and lace burgundy bra and panties. His breath catches as he ravages me with his eyes, up and down my body. Hands in pockets, he turns and walks to the wood table, examining the items, as if he's not quite sure what he's going to do with me. Finally he returns with a small, black, rubber cone-shaped toy in hand. He holds it up for me to view and asks, "Do you know what this is, Madison?"

"It's a plug, master," I'm confident in my answer.

"Very good. Have you ever used one?"

"No, master. I haven't."

"Have you ever had anal sex, Madison?"

I blush at the thought, "No. I haven't."

"Why not?'

"I don't know. It always seemed so...dirty to me. And I don't think I would enjoy it."

"I'll bet you $1,000 that you do enjoy it. In fact, I can guarantee it."

"Won't it hurt?"

He lowers the plug, his eyes sincere. Coming closer, he leans in and kisses me softly on the lips, "Trust me."

"I do."

"Good. Then come with me."

He sets the toy down behind me on the bed and, grabbing my hand, leads me to the leather-padded sawhorse near the glass wall. He moves behind me and nudges me forward, "Climb onto it intuitively, Madison. See those straps?" He points toward the leather straps attached at the base of the contraption, furthest away from us. "Those are for your hands and the others your feet."

I examine every inch of it. This is going to put me into an awkward position, but, like a good slut, I comply and climb on, adjusting myself so that my head is hanging over the furthest side. I feel Alex moving behind me, fastening my ankles. Then he comes around to the front and does the same with my wrists. 

Inspecting his handiwork, he circles around me. I'm suddenly very self-conscious and struggle a bit with my bonds. Alex chuckles, "You're not going to get out of it, my beautiful little whore. Just make yourself comfortable." I hear him walk back toward the wall with the toys. Unfortunately, this thing is facing in such a way that I can't turn that far to see what he's doing. 

He's coming back. I tremble, a bit nervous about what's next. I feel Alex's warm hand caressing my ass, "I quite like you like this, exposed like the little slut I knew you would be." His insult sends tantalizing shivers through my body.

He goes on, gently rubbing my ass, "Now relax. You're going to feel something a bit wet and cold in a moment. It's just lubricant." I can't help from tensing as I feel it drip onto my ass. I jump slightly as Alex's fingertip circles my virgin hole. I feel him walk away again. A few moments later, feeling him behind me again, he's pushing something against my asshole. I clench in hesitation.

"Now, Madison, it will certainly not feel good if you fight it. Relax, baby," he says, pushing his index finger into my wet pussy. I close my eyes and moan at the unexpected offer of pleasure. He continues sliding his finger in and out, teasing me. 

I feel the slick rubbery tip on my unconquered hole again, gently pushing at the same rhythm as Alex's finger. I can feel it sliding in little by little. I relax more and more as he distracts me, fucking my used hole with his finger. "That's it, baby. Almost in," he assures me. I don't even care any more. Everything feels so good.

Finally, as I'm getting closer and closer to coming, I feel my asshole widen more and more, sucking the butt plug in like a welcome treat. Finally, it slides in and fits snugly. "Oh fuck, Alex! Don't stop!" I shout. I'm so close!

With that, Alex withdraws his finger and smacks my ass, hard. "I make the demands around here, Madison," his voice is very serious. He comes around to the front of the sawhorse. I can see his bare feet on the carpet and feel the proximity of his heat on the top of my head. Grabbing my hair forcefully, he lifts my head and kneels down, looking me in the eye. 

"You're in such a perfect position to take my cock in. Do you want it, whore?" he asks.

Right now, I'll take anything he's willing to give, as I reply, "Yes please, master."

"Yes please, master, what?"

"Please give me your cock."

"Are you going to be a good little girl and take it all in?"

"Yes, master."

"We'll see..."

He drops my head and unzips his trousers. I can hear the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs snap as he pulls them down. Grabbing an entire fistful of hair, he lifts my head so that my gaze is fixed on his wanting manhood. It stares back at me, challenging me. Without a word, he pushes against my lips, forcing my mouth open, and thrusts inside, deeper than anyone has ever gone before. 

I gag, but he doesn't remove it and instead says, "Just give it a second. Let your throat accept it. That's a good girl." He's right. A few seconds of gagging and my throat graciously accepts its welcome guest. He backs out and then thrusts in again, further and further each time, my gag reflex slowly giving up the fight. It's useless against this invader.

Soon he's thrust in to the hilt, his balls loudly smacking against my chin. "Oh fuck, Madison! I knew you'd be the perfect little cocksucker," he moans. He starts moving his hips faster and faster, careful not to slam against my face. My throat is happily accepting each entry as he moans in pleasure, his fist tightening its grip on my hair. 

"Fuck! Your'e going to take all of my cum like a good little girl," he yells out, as his cock twitches in my throat. I can feel the warm cum streaming in, as Alex tilts my head back more so that it finds it way down. After he's satisfied that I've taken each drop, Alex gently lets my head down and releases my hair. 

Staring at the floor again, I can hear his heavy breaths, as he pulls up his briefs and fastens his trousers. He kneels down and tilts his head. Pushing my hair from my face, his lips find mine and he kisses me hard, as he unbuckles my restraints. I let my arms dangle, as he stands and moves to the back, unbuckling those as well. But what about the butt plug?

Moving to my side, he reaches his hand under my stomach and helps me stand. He smiles, and, as if once again reading my thoughts, he says, "It stays in. Trust me." He winks. I can't help but smile in anticipation of what's to come. 

As he picks up the lube and walks back toward the far wall he orders, "Get dressed. I'm taking you out for lunch." We just ate. I won't argue. I do as he says and dress quickly, smoothing down my now wild hair and adjusting my outfit carefully, conscious that with every single movement, I can feel the plug teasing the inside of my ass. He smiles and grabs my hand, pulling me out into the hall. 

As we pass that last locked door, I can't help but wonder when I'll get a chance to get in. I have to get something to take with me to the agency. He leads me up the stairs and into the foyer. As he walks to the coat closet near the kitchen and pulls out a pair of all-black chucks, I realize I'm in my bare feet. "I'll be right back. I have to put on some shoes," I rush up the steps and to the walk-in closet, finding a pair of low-heeled brown ankle boots with buckles that cross the strings. Of course he picked shoes with straps too.

In the foyer, I find the front door open and can hear Alex talking to some people outside in Swedish, telling them that we will be back in a few hours. He's not to be followed by security. As I step out into the fresh air, my heart flutters when I see the beautiful black super bike at the bottom of the stepped path leading down to the drive. Alex turns just in time to see my eyes light up with excitement. 

"I see you can enjoy beautiful things just as much as I can," he winks. 

As I approach the bike, I can't help but admonish, "It's gorgeous!" I run my hand over the black leather grip, across the cold metal handle bars, down the spine of the body and over the warm leather seat. Handing me a fitted black leather jacket, Alex says, "Put this on. You'll get cold and it's safer." I won't bother arguing, despite the numerous times that I've done some very insane things on a bike in the name of my job. 

I zip up the jacket, tugging the bottom down a bit. Alex hands me a black helmet, "I think you should drive."

"You want me to drive?" I'm shocked.

"You do know how, don't you?"

"Of course I know how. Why don't we race and I'll show you how good I am?" 

"Maybe later. Seriously, though."

"Sure, but I don't know where we're going."

"I'll direct you."

I lift my leg over the seat and tilt the bike up, lifting the kickstand with my boot heel. Alex climbs on behind me, as I turn the key. As the engine comes to life and the bike starts to rumble, I can feel it sending exquisite vibrations through the end of the rubber plug and deep into me. That clever man.

"Let's go!" Alex shouts, as I rev the engine a few times. He wraps his arms around me, tight, as I release the clutch, shift into gear and twist the right grip. Here we go! We roar our way down the long, winding gravel driveway. Alex releases his left hand and gestures to turn to the left at the end of the driveway. Peering to each side and confirming that the coast is clear, we dart out onto the paved road. 

Enormous trees are tight to each side as we wind our way up. It's all forest. We don't even pass any other vehicles on the road. The air is fresh and damp as we glide. Soon the trees open up a bit on the right, revealing a long drop down to more forest below. 

"Keep going up the mountain," Alex shouts over the engine. I nod my head and give it more gas. Everything is so lush and green. The air is so crisp, but it's hard to think about anything other than the vibrations torturing my insides.

About fifteen minutes of zooming up the winding road Alex shouts again, "Slow down. We turn right up ahead. I'll signal when we're about to get to it." I acknowledge with another nod, easing off the gas and shifting gears. Not minutes later, Alex releases his right hand and motions to turn right at the next road. I see it up ahead. It's dirt and it looks like it's going to be bumpy. That fucker.

I lean into the turn, probably a little more than I should have with a passenger, but I know he's a trained rider as well. Alex places his hand back on me, but doesn't grip his left like before. Instead, he moves it down to my skirt, pushing it up as his fingertips find my soaking panties. "Oh fuck," I say into my helmet. He rubs me, hard, as the uneven dirt road pounds against the tires, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. 

Minutes later, I am forced slow down as we reach the end of this road at a fallen log. "This is it," Alex shouts, still tormenting me with his fingers. I halt the bike, kick down the kickstand and reach to turn off the ignition, but Alex's left hand intercepts. "Leave it for a minute. Take off your helmet," he says. 

He removes his hands to do the same, tossing his helmet gently to the ground, I follow suite as Alex's left hand grips my throat. Pulling my head back, he ravages my mouth with his tongue, as his right hand finds its way back under my skirt. I moan into his mouth. I can't take it! The vibrations, the rubber plug in my ass, his fingers massaging my clit. I'm going to come!

Realizing I'm close, Alex's fingers and tongue retreat and he reaches around me and turns off the bike. "Not like this," he says. "I've got something better planned." Holding my waist, he climbs off the bike, unzips his jacket and tosses it over the bike. I follow suit, as he starts walking toward the forest, gesturing for me to follow.

He waits for me to catch up for him and takes my hand. With each step, the plug torments me, daring me not to enjoy it filling my ass.

As the density of the trees starts to thin, everything opens up to reveal a clearing at the edge of a cliffside with a stunning view of the valley below. Everything is green as far as the eye can see. There's a picnic set up with a blanket, two glasses, some wine, cheese, crackers. I flash Alex a smile and a questioning look. "I had one of my security team come ahead and set this up," he says. "But first we have some business to attend to." He reaches below a fallen log and pulls out a large bundle of climbing rope.

"I climb here often, so I always keep gear stashed away," he says, walking over to a tree and setting to work wrapping rope around it.

"I see," I swallow hard. I hope that rope is for me. "And is that what we are doing?"

"No, Madison. No climbing today. Come here," he doesn't stop what he's doing to look at me. I approach him slowly, stopping just behind him, not wanting to interrupt whatever he's trying to accomplish.

He stops suddenly and turns, grabbing both of my arms hard and kisses me roughly. Turning me, he pushes my back against the trunk of the tree. His hands move down my arms, putting my palms flat against the cool bark. He untucks and slowly unbuttons my denim shirt, exposing my burgundy lace-covered breasts to the cool air and the entire valley. I don't even care that someone could see me right now. 

He stops kissing me and works on tying my hands tight with the rope. With a hunger in his eyes, he then takes the end of the rope and disappears from view, circling the tree and wrapping the rope around me several times, carefully placing it just below and above my breasts and tight over my shoulders. He's gone for a few moments as I can feel him securing it behind me. 

Back in front of me, he looks intently into my eyes as his hands lift my skirt and he slowly starts sliding dow my panties. He leans down, as I lift my feet so that he can take them off. His eyes are burning into mine again, "Open your mouth." 

I do as I'm told and he shoves my panties into my mouth. They're soaked and taste of my sweet desire. Not taking his eyes from mine, he unzips his pants and pushes down his waistband so that it's out of the way of his massive erection. 

Without a word, he grabs my thighs and lifts me up just enough so that he can slam his cock hard inside of me. I screech with pleasure through the panties. It's all too much, as I'm completely filled up, his dick and the plug competing inside of me. I'm going to come.

He grunts as he fucks me hard and fast. I can tell he's close already. "Ahhhh!" a muffled scream escapes me as I explode all around him. Not a moment later, I feel him spasming inside of me, as he starts to fill me with his seed, wailing my name, "Madison!"

Spent, he continues holding me for a few moments as he catches his breath. Finally he sets me back onto the solid ground, removing himself from within me. I can feel his cock sliding against the plug as he pulls out. Jesus the torment doesn't end. I already want him again. He smiles at me. He knows exactly what he's doing, as always.

He removes my panties from my mouth and chuckles, "Perhaps we should let these air out a bit. Did you enjoy tasting yourself, Madison?" He zips himself up and brushes my skirt into place.

I can't even speak. I can only nod that I did enjoy it. "Hmm..so you like tasting yourself. Have you ever been with a woman?" he asks, as he starts untying me.

I have to clear my throat after all of the screaming I've been doing over the past few days before I answer, "No. I haven't."

He unties me quickly, coiling the rope back up and putting it back under the log from which he retrieved it. "Let's have a snack and some wine," he motions for me to join him on the blanket.

As he pours me a glass of pinot noir and hands me a cracker with L'Explorateur spread onto it, he pries more, "Have you ever been curious about being with a woman?"

Nearly choking on my bite I act surprised by his question, "I'm not answering that!"

"Oh come on, Madison. I've already told you. I'll never judge you."

I take a sip of wine before I answer, "Fine. I am curious. I've fantasized about it and watched my share of girl on girl porn. But I've never had the courage to actually pursue it."

"I would be happy to arrange it for you."

"I'm sure you would, Alex."

"Well, whenever you're ready."

"Planning on keeping me prisoner forever then?"

"To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure I ever want to let you go."

We smile at each other and look out at the view as we continue to enjoy our picnic. "It's so beautiful here," I sigh looking over the trees all the way to the horizon. There's a slight chill in the air, but it's welcome as the sun beats down on us. 

"It really is. Would be much more beautiful if we had some privacy," Alex mutters.

"What?" I'm a bit alarmed by his statement. 

He turns his head and looks at me very seriously, "Don't let on that anything is wrong. Smile and act normally. But...we aren't alone."



Deep Undercover Ch. 06



I pick up my glass and sip, fake-laughing to keep up the charade of unawareness. "Where?" I ask through my teeth. 

Alex smiles back, "At our 4:00. I counted three. They're armed." 

The agency! They've sent a team to recover me! 

Before I can even process this thought Alex says, "I don't know who they're with. They're not mine. They're not yours." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Positive." 

"Kiss me." 

"What? Madison, I don't think now is the time-" 

"Just kiss me. Roll me onto my back, kiss the left side of my neck so that I can turn my head in that direction and take a look." 

"Clever girl," he takes my glass and slinks toward me, his lips finding mine. Cradling the back of my head, he lays me down on the blanket and kisses me sensuously. I wrap my arms around his neck, as he moves over to nibble my left ear and then down to my neck. As he does, I turn my head. Not closing my eyes completely, I scan the trees quickly. 

I see them. One. Two. Three. They armed. Heavily. They're not from the agency. I see one of the men light a cigarette. The sun reflects off of the gold filter. The rest of the cigarette is dark. Sobranies. He's missing the ends of his middle, ring and pinky fingers. 

I smile and whisper into Alex's ear, trying to look as if I'm moaning rather than talking, "Igor Zuyev. Russian. He's not here to join us for wine and cheese. He's here to kill us both." 

Alex's mouth moves back up my ear, as his hand moves down over my breast, "We have to get back to the bike. My gun is there." 

"You only have one?" 

"I wasn't expecting to run into anybody out here. I'm going to act as if you've angered me and pull you to the bike. It'll catch them off-guard." 

I haven't removed my eyes from them. They're just watching us. Fuckers are probably getting off on it. I nod, as Alex sits up and says, "What!? How dare you, you little slut!? Get up!" He yanks me up by my arm, much less roughly than he made it appear. "Let's go! Now!" 

Kicking over the wine glasses, he pulls me toward the bike. I don't even glance over to see what Igor and his men are doing. I don't want to give away that we're onto them. We march quickly through the woods, as Alex whispers to me, "The gun is in the storage compartment. I'll grab it and climb on behind you." 

"I think I should take the gun. I know Igor. This isn't the first time he's tried to kill me," I argue. 

"If you sit on the back, you could get hit." 

"So could you." 

"I'd rather I am hit than you, Madison. Any day." 

"That's sweet, but trust me. I've got this." 

"How can I argue with you?" I can hear rather than see the smirk on his face. 

We get to the bike and I go straight for the gun. 

"Going somewhere?" I hear a deep voice with a Russian accent behind us. I turn to find Igor leaning against a tree trunk. Cocky fucker. 

"Actually, yes, Igor. We would invite you, but then I'd have to kill you," I lock eyes with him, daring him. 

He laughs heartily, flicking his cigarette away. "кра́сный, please," he pulls out a huge hunting knife. "If you come willingly, I'll kill your companion first so that he doesn't have to listen to your screams." 

"I hate to disappoint you, but Alexander loves to hear me scream." I see this made them uncomfortable. They all look at Alex, and then at each other. They know the name as well as I did a few days ago . 

Alex smiles. Without warning, he pulls a knife from the back of his pants and throws it at one of Igor's men. It goes right between his eyes. Without a sound, he falls to the ground, dead. Fuck. 

Alex jumps on the bike and turns the ignition, "Get on, Madison!" With the gun in my hand, I jump on. As we pull away, Igor and his cohort start running after us, opening fire. Not wanting to waste ammo, I resist the urge to fire back. 

Alex shouts over the sound of the engine as we roar down the dirt road, "There might be more of them! I'm heading for the house and my guards!" Alex's killer instinct and precision with a knife, the fear his very name instilled in our would-be murderers, the vibration still rippling through the plug and into my body...I'm so turned on right now. 

I hear motors behind us. Out of the trees, two dirt bikes come flying and land on the road behind us. "Alex, they're behind us!" I yell. 

Alex checks his mirrors and, without a word, gives the engine more gas. I draw the gun and aim carefully, waiting for the perfect moment to fire. I squeeze the trigger. FUCK! We hit a rock and my bullet goes soaring into the trees. 

I take aim again. I won't miss this time. They swerve back and forth, trying to avoid being targeted. One of them draws a gun and fires. Alex, who's observing in the mirror, swerves quickly. The rider is caught off guard, having missed us. I take the opportunity, take aim and fire. I watch the glass of his helmet smash as I hit him perfectly. He falls with the bike. 

One to go. It has to be Igor. "Hold on!" Alex shouts. I grip Alex, gun in hand, as we lean hard into the left turn. We're back on the paved road. "Take him out, Madison!" he orders. 

I draw the gun. I want this to hurt. It's personal. I aim for the tire. Igor pulls out a gun and fires, not aiming. I feel a sharp sting on my left forearm, as I scream out in pain, "Ahhh!" Alex tries to turn to look at me, "What's wrong!? Madison, what's wrong!?" 

"Nothing. Don't stop. I'm okay!" I shout. 

Gripping Alex as tightly as I can with my left arm, I lift my right and aim carefully. Igor throws off his helmet and smiles at me, pulling his gun up again. I smile back, my own way of saying 'Fuck you,' and I squeeze the trigger. I hold my breath as the bullet sails through the air, waiting to see if my shot is good enough. Within a half a heartbeat, Igor's bike jerks sideways and flips him forward, as my bullet rips through his front tire. I watch as he goes tumbling over the cliffside. 

"Got him," I shout to Alex. 

"Good girl. Well done!" he shouts back. I put the safety on and push the gun into the waist of my skirt, pulling the jacket over it. I wrap my right arm around Alex and hold on tightly. My left isn't gripping so well any more. I look over at my left arm. There's a hole in the leather jacket just below my shoulder. I can see traces of blood where it tore. 

I take a deep breath. It doesn't look so bad. "Alex," I calmly shout over the engine, "I don't want to alarm you, but I've been hit." 

"What!? Hold on!" There is panic in his voice as he accelerates much faster than we should be going on this road. In less than ten minutes we're at his driveway, zooming up the gravel road. He screeches the bike to a halt at the bottom of the front steps as his guards come rushing over. 

"Get men all around the house. We've had some resistance out in the woods. Madison's hit. I don't want anybody penetrating the boundary. If you see anyone I want to know immediately!" he yells at Ted in Swedish, who nods and starts shouting orders to the other guards. 

Without a word, Alex lifts me off of the bike and into his arms, running up the steps to the house. He kicks the front door open and then shut behind us and rushes me to the kitchen island. He sets me on the counter and rips off his jacket. The stone is cold on my bare ass. 

"It's going to be ok, Madison," he says calmly, ripping off his jacket and pushing up his sleeves. 

"I know," I smile at him, letting him know that I'm not scared. 

He smiles back, attempting to put me at ease, and unzips my jacket, pushing it slowly from my shoulders. He slides the right arm off first then carefully moves the left to reveal the wound, trying not to agitate it. He sighs with relief, "It's just a graze. No need to call the doctor. Let me get the first aid kit." I nod and smile. My first bullet wound and it was only a graze, but fuck it still hurts. 

Alex rushes away and returns within moments, carrying the first aid kit. Without a word he goes to work cleaning the wound and wrapping it carefully with a bandage. I wince as the fabric rubs against the laceration. With a look of concern in his eyes, Alex says, "I'll be right back." 

He heads upstairs and returns with a pill bottle. He fills up a glass with water and hands it to me with a small, white capsule, "Take this. For the pain." 

I don't even ask what it is. I take the pill and swallow it with a gulp of water. "Thank you," I say, handing him the glass. 

"I love that you trust me," he says with a sincere look in his eyes. 

"Of course I do. Look at the things I've let you do to me." 

"And you'd let me go much further, wouldn't you?" 

"I told you. I'm yours. Yours to do with whatever you wish." 

Smiling he starts unbuttoning my blouse and pushes it gently off my shoulders, carefully navigating around the bandage. He throws it across the floor. Reaching around and placing his hands on my ass, he slides me forward on the counter so that my knees are on either side of his waist. He unhooks my bra and tosses it in the direction of the shirt. 

I'm breathing heavily, "Kiss me. Please." 

His lips meet mine, and he probes my mouth gently with his tongue. Meeting his with mine, we begin an oral dance of lust. I could kiss him forever. He pulls away, closes his eyes, leaning his forehead on mine, and breathes in deeply. 

"What's wrong?" I ask. 

"I thought...when I heard you scream-" he starts. 

"Shhh. I'm fine." 

"I know, but I shouldn't have let you take that risk." 

"Alex, I'm an agent. This is what I live for. You, of all people, should know that." 

"I do. Of course I do. But I don't want anything to happen to you." 

"Alex, stop. We're both fine," the effects of the pill are starting to hit me, making me feel a bit drowsy and slightly dizzy. But the pain is dissipating. In fact, any discomfort is gradually fading away. 

"I don't know for how long. How the fuck did they find us?" Alex is visibly angry, "I'm not letting them hurt you again. Those bastards-" 

I cut him off, my lips drinking in his. We ravage each other's mouths, Alex's right hand running down and squeezing my right breast, his left under my ass, lifting me by pressing against the plug. He stops for a moment and smiles, "I'd nearly forgotten you had this in. We need to get it out of you." 

I'm a little disappointed. I've grown to enjoy the feeling of silicone filling my ass. "Oh. Ok," I start to slide off the counter, but Alex is in my way. 

"Not yet. Lie down," he demands. 

I comply, leaning back onto my elbows. A shock of pain runs through my left arm, and I try to shift my weight to ease it. Alex puts his hands under my ass, lifting me so that he can unzip my skirt. He slides it off, lets it fall to the floor and kicks it aside. 

Alex's eyes scan my naked, displayed body. I watch him as he lowers his head, his icy eyes penetrating mine. His lips are on my stomach below my belly button, trailing kisses down to my wanting sex. My breath catches in anticipation as he reaches my now throbbing clit. 

Running his tongue in circles, he sets to work trying to make me come. Oh fuck. Effortlessly, he slides in his middle and index finger, hooking them in such a way as to massage my so-rarely-accosted g-spot. Once again I'm filled up. 

I close my eyes, savoring the pleasure. Using his thumb, Alex starts to press against the plug in a rhythm that coincides with his penetrating fingertips. I could lie here forever, letting him do whatever he wants with me. He continues to circle his tongue, slowly and gently, taking his time pleasuring me. 

I moan gently, saying his name, "Alex." I look down at him, his eyes meeting mine. He loves me watching him do this to me. He stops momentarily to say, "Close your eyes and relax, baby. Let it take you away." I do as he says. I can barely keep my eyes open anyway. He's relentless, circling and circling, in and out, pressing. I pointlessly try to grip something, anything, but all I can feel is the flat, smooth countertop under my fingertips. I decide to let my hands relax and just slip away into euphoria. 

This goes on for what feels like hours of nonstop pleasure. He must be getting tired. His rhythm accelerates periodically, slowly building me toward release. In and out. Circling. Over and over. 

Finally it's all too much. He's not even trying, but I can feel my orgasm starting to build. In my weakened state I'm powerless to stop it. I resign myself to it and let it take over every inch of my body. I reach my right hand down and take as much of his hair as I can into my fist as I scream out, "Alex! I'm coming!" He doesn't stop. Pleasure quakes through my body from my head, rippling its way down to my toes. I shake as I come in one of the most intense orgasms of my life. 

He still doesn't stop, allowing me to enjoy every moment, every sensation. Eventually, as I'm trembling and start to come down, he lifts his head. "Feel better?" he smiles, a trace of concern on his face. 

I can barely speak, "Absolutely...incredible." I don't feel like I'm forming real words. 

Alex smiles, "Good." 

Struggling to put together a coherent sentence, I have to ask, "What did you give me?" 

"Vicodin. For the pain. Are you feeling tired?" 

"Very." 

"Any pain?" 

"Not really. A bit of soreness, but not pain like before." 

"Good. Now, let's get you upstairs and get this out of you," he pokes playfully at the plug. 

I smile and nod. Alex wraps his arms around me and once again lifts me up, carrying me toward the stairs. 

"Alex, I can...walk.." I struggle to say. 

"It's ok. I've got you," he assures me. 

I resign my protests instantly, too out-of-it to argue. I feel like I blink once and he's laying me gently onto the bed, helping me get into position on my knees. 

"Lean over, Madison. I have to remove the plug," he says gently. 

Struggling, but with his help, I do as he says. "Now, this is going to feel a bit weird," he cautions. Gently, he slowly wriggles the plug out of me. It feels like a pop as it reaches the widest part then slides out as if on autopilot. I feel empty again. 

"Lie down, baby. I'll be right back," he says, disappearing into the bathroom. I hear the faucet running for a few minutes, as Alex cleans the toy. I'm fading quickly. I can't keep my eyes open. I'm- 

Hours later, I wake in a panic, my arm is throbbing with pain. It's dark but I can make out Alex's silhouette sitting up next to me, his back against the headboard. "Pain?" he asks. 

"Yeah. A little," I try to downplay it. 

"Here. Take these." 

"What are they? I don't want to pass out again." 

"Just ibuprofen. You shouldn't have any more Vicodin right now. We both need to be...alert." He hands me the pills with a glass of water and then picks up the remote control and turns on the lights, dim but enough that I can see more detail. Alex has a gun resting in his lap. 

"What do you mean?" I ask. 

"Just a feeling..." he trails off, staring out the window. 

The phone rings and Alex jumps to grab it. Speaking in Swedish he says, "Yes? Where? I'm on my way." 

He looks over at me, uneasily. "I have to go check out some things at the boundaries of the property. Are you ok?" 

I smile assuringly, "I'm fine. Go do what you need to." 

"I'll return as quickly as I can." 

I nod and smile, as he leans over and wraps his hand around my chin. He kisses me intensely and looks into my eyes. Without a word he's up and marching from the room. I hear him bound down the stairs, the front door slamming behind him as he heads outside. I'm all alone. 

I'm getting into that room. I head into the closet and find an emerald green silk robe to slip on over my naked body. Then I head into the bathroom and rummage through the drawer, grabbing a few more hair pins. 

I can't waste any time. I creep quietly down the stairs, checking all around to make sure that I am indeed alone in the house. I don't see or hear anyone around, so I head into the library and open the secret door, closing it behind me. 

Moonlight refracts through the water of the pool, creating a play of light and shadow on the lower level floor. I slink down the hall to the locked door and drop to my knees, pulling out my hair pins and going to work on the lock. This one's not as easy to pick as the other was. 

It takes at least fifteen minutes before I feel it start to give in. Almost. A few moments longer and I feel it click. I stand and take a deep breath, turning the lever and pushing open the door. It's completely black inside, but the automatic lights come on as I walk inside, closing the door behind me. 

The walls are covered with maps and photos. Reports are spread out all over every desk surface in the room. The far wall catches my attention. Apprehensively, I approach it, my eyes widening at what I see. The entire wall, every inch of it, is covered with pictures of...me. 

What!? There are photos of me dining with other informants, running in the park, shopping, even ice skating in the winter. Every moment of my typical life is captured in these images. He's been watching me for at least a year. I can't believe it. 

My eyes catch a stack of papers with a photo on the desk below. Richard. I lift the photo and read through the notes, whispering them aloud, "Alias William Atherton, Alias Joshua Raeburn, Alias Fulton Browning..." 

My voice trails off as the list goes on and on. I've never heard any of these names. As I read the next line indicating "Known Affiliations", my heart sinks. "Tenebris Societas," I swallow hard. 

I continue to flip through the file. Agent after agent with lists of aliases and known ties to the very society that I despise and fled from years ago. I wander around the room, lost in a sea of words on paper about agencies all over the globe, but mostly mine. And all connecting in some way back to Tenebris Societas. 

"See anything interesting?" a deep voice interrupts me. I turn fast to find Alex glaring at me. "Couldn't stay out of here, could you, Madison?" he asks. 

I glare back at him, "It's my job not to stay out of here, Alexander. Where did you get all of these?" I nod my head toward the wall covered in photos. Alex moves further into the room and leans against a blank wall near the door. He crosses his arms and looks at me very sternly as he starts, "Madison, we've been watching you for quite some time. You don't work for who you think. We didn't take you for leverage. This is a rescue mission." 

"You're lying to me! You've been lying to me since the moment I met you!" I can't contain my rage. 

Alex remains completely calm and says, "You need to calm down now and watch how you're speaking to me, Madison. I'm warning you." 

"What are you going to do, Alex? Tie me up and spank me some more?" I'm not backing down this time. 

His face breaks into a wide grin and he chuckles, "Spank you, dear girl?" He walks toward me angrily, reaches his hand to the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanks down. "Do you want to see how far I'll go with you, Madison?" 

I move to strike him with all of my strength, but he's too strong and too fast. He turns me in one move and pins me, my face against the wall and my hands pulled behind my back. I can feel his erection through his pants and the thin weight of the robe. My arm is throbbing from the gunshot wound. His hot breath is on my ear as he angrily declares, "I own you little girl. And you'll do well to fucking remember it. Do you understand me?" He pushes my arm up further, straining my shoulder. 

I let out a small cry of pain, "Alex, you're hurting me!" 

"Do...you...understand...me!?" he repeats slowly but sternly. 




Deep Undercover Ch. 06



I can do nothing to defend myself in this position. "Yes," I painfully reply. 

He pushes my arm even further, "Yes, what?" 

"Ah! Yes, master!" I scream out. "Please, master, my arm! The wound!" 

"Good girl," he lets my arms drop and turns me. Grabbing the back of my neck and holding it tightly, he marches me out of the room and across the hall, kicking open the door. He pushes me toward the bed, "Take off the robe, Madison. Now!" 

I stare at him in shock. Is he serious!? I just found out that he... "What the fuck are you waiting for, Madison? Take it off. You really don't want me to ask again, little girl," he interrupts my thoughts. I've never seen this side of him. I'm actually a little frightened by the look in his eyes. I pull the belt tie loose and let the robe slip from my shoulders. His eyes don't leave mine, but his voice softens slightly, "Face the corner bedpost and put your hands on it." 

I do as he says. Facing away from him, I grab the post and steady myself. The pain in my arm is unrelenting. I hear Alex behind me, picking up something metal, it clanks as he walks toward me. He goes to work, wrapping the chain tightly around my wrists and the bedpost, clasping a lock at the ends. The metal is cold against my bare skin, and, despite myself, my pussy is aching for him. 

He leaves me again. I don't dare turn. I don't want to know what he's bringing back. As he strides back toward me, his steps sending vibrations into the soles of my bare feet, up my legs and into my wanting insides. 

The touch of leather, both warm and cold against the back of my neck, immediately awakens every sense in my body. It's smaller than the paddle..and softer. He runs it down my spine. What is it? I start to turn my head, but Alex immediately has a fistful of my hair in his hand, keeping me facing forward. I feel him lean in. His hot breath on my ear, he says, "No, little girl, you face forward unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?" 

I'm taken aback by the anger that still lingers in his voice as I meekly answer, "Yes, Sir." 

He continues trailing the leather down my ass and over my soft curves, "You have a long way to go before you're completely mine, Madison. You're lucky I'm so patient. I've never been with any other woman. And you have so much to learn. I think, perhaps, after tonight, we need to start at the beginning with some more basics. Now thank me for being so patient." 

"Thank you, Sir." 

"Good girl. How does this feel?" he slips the leather between my legs, pushing it forward, I feel a leather-wrapped shaft follow. I don't dare avert my eyes downward to see what it is. 

Barely able to speak through my heavy breath I manage to stammer, "It feels so good, Sir." 

"Do you know what's between your legs, little girl?" 

"No, Sir." 

"It's a riding crop. You're going to get to know this riding crop well. It's one of my favorite forms of punishment. For now, you're going to get ten strokes on your ass. The crop isn't quite as forgiving as the paddle, so it's going to sting. Perhaps it will teach you a thing or two about respect, disobedience and breaking and entering," he says that last part with a bit of a playful tone in his voice. 

He slowly and deliberately pulls the crop back through my legs, purposely rubbing it on my clit as he does. He continues, "You'll thank me for each sting. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Sir," I swallow hard and grip the bedpost. I know this isn't going to be pleasant, but I've no idea how unpleasant. I wait for the first blow. 

Not a moment later I feel (and hear) the leather tip hit my ass. I let out a yelp as it bites my skin. Through gritted teeth I manage to let out a pained, "Thank you, Sir!" He switches to the opposite cheek for the next one, but it comes down just as hard. "Oh! Thank you, Sir!" I cry out. He continues, altering sides, each swat hurting more than the next. I continue to thank him through gritted teeth. It hurts so good. Then he taps the insides of my thighs, "Legs apart." 

Finally! Please fuck me, Sir. I don't dare say the words out loud. He can't know how badly I want it, need it. I'm just starting to loosen my grip in anticipation of the wonderful feeling of him sliding his cock deep into me when I feel a sharp sting on my thigh. This one hurt so much more than the others. I dig my fingertips into the bedpost and cower at the pain. 

"I don't believe I heard a 'Thank you,' little girl," he growls. 

Oh fuck. "I'm sorry, Sir. Thank you," I let out more of a breath than actual words. 

"You've just earned one extra for not remembering, whore." The leather nips at my other thigh just as hard. He alternates again. I'm teetering on the edge of bursting into tears and crying out in ecstasy, all the while continuing to thank my master for punishing me. I don't know what I'm feeling. I want it to stop and I don't want it to all at once. 

Then finally, as my knees are buckling from the pain, he wraps his arm around my waist to steady me, kisses me softly on the neck and whispers, "All done. You did well, little girl. Keep yourself steady while I unchain you." 

"Yes, Sir," I breathe slowly, focusing my energy on keeping myself upright. The sudden sound of a loud thud stops Alex as he reaches around me to loosen my bonds. 

"Don't move," he says. Behind me I hear the sound of metal hitting the wood bed frame. He had a gun hidden under there! 

"Alex, take the chain off. Please," I suddenly feel very vulnerable. 

"Not yet, pet. Wait here," with that he stalks to the door and disappears into the hallway. I'm alone, naked, cold and...scared. Why would he just leave me here like this!? 

I hear a lot of commotion upstairs. One...two...three...four. I hear at least four distinct sets of footsteps scurrying about. I suddenly realize that the house has been penetrated. I start struggling to get out of the chain, but he wrapped it so expertly I can't even get it a little bit loose. I hear a loud bang in the hall, as the bookcase is slammed open. Footsteps, heavier than Alex's, are growing louder as they move down the hall and toward me. 

Could Igor have survived!? I close my eyes tight and keep struggling with the chain. Fuck! What do I do!? I hear the footsteps enter the room. "Madison!" it's a familiar voice. It can't be. I open my eyes, which take a moment to focus. 

"Richard?"



Deep Undercover Ch. 07



"Madison!" Richard shouts back, a look of relief washes over him. He touches his finger to his ear, "I've found her. No. Hold your positions. I'll bring her up." He tries to avert his eyes from my nakedness, as he looks around for something to cover me with.

"There's a robe on the floor behind me," I gesture with my head.

Richard dashes around to retrieve the robe. As he's lifting it to place on my shoulders, he stops. "Jesus, Madison, what did he do to you?" he has such sympathy in his voice.

"I'm fine, Richard. Can you please cover me up now?" I feel myself turning a bit red, ashamed of the marks that make him cringe but make me so wet.

"Sorry," he hurriedly drapes the robe over my shoulders. "But your arm...did he?"

I immediately interrupt him, "Igor showed up yesterday. There was a bit of an incident. Igor got a piece of me, but I took him down. You can remove him from the target database." I wink at him. He smiles and goes round to the other side of the bedpost and gets to work trying to pick the lock on my chain.

Suddenly I have a cold, sinking feeling. "Richard, where's Alex?" I'm fearful of the answer that I might receive.

"Dougray got the bastard upstairs. Perfect shot. He went down instantly," Richard gloats. What? Oh my...I feel my knees start to buckle. I can't breathe. As Richard finishes picking the lock, they give out completely and I fall to the floor on my hands and knees. A surge of pain pulses through my wound at the impact. Rushing to aid me in covering myself he tries to comfort me, "Hey, hey, relax. You don't have to be scared any more, Madison. He's dead. He can't hurt you any more."

He can't be...dead. He can't be! It's not possible. He never would've been so sloppy. I can't breathe. I can't...I think my heart's stopped beating.I have to pull it together. I'll see for myself. He's fine. I gather all of the strength I can muster and rise to my feet, tying the robe.

"Are we secure, Richard?" I put on my stone face.

"Yes. All secure. The perimeter is being checked again. Most of his guys just up and fled, well, the ones we didn't get. They've already been taken for secure hold and questioning," he seems so proud of himself.

"Good. I'd like to put some clothes on, Richard."

"Of course."

I stride past him at full speed, forcing myself to hold it together for as long as I can. I dash up the steps, through the library, right past the agency team in the foyer without a word and up the main stairs two at a time. Don't look down at the living room. Don't look down at the living room. I can't help it. His green trousers catch my eye, as he lies strewn across the broken glass that was once the coffee table. He's not moving. He's not breathing. I let out a silent scream and sink to my knees, holding on to the handrail above me with all of my strength. I'm too numb to feel the pain in my arm.

I didn't believe Richard. My heart secretly leapt for joy at the idea that they'd mistakenly shot someone on Alex's team rather than him, but I was wrong. It's Alex. My Master is dead. The chain is broken and I'm free of my bonds, but I feel at once more vulnerable and lost than I ever have. I close my eyes and catch my breath.

After a few minutes I pull myself up from the cold wood floor, careful not to dare open my eyes and glimpse the horror in the living room below once more. I continue down the hall to the bedroom, dash past the bed and into the closet. I select black lace panties and a black lace unlined bra. Over it I put on a knee-length black wool pencil skirt and a black silk sleeveless shirt. I select a pair of simple black ankle boots with a medium heel and grab a black coat on my way out. I'm in mourning, after all.

I duck into the bathroom and run a brush through my hair and head back down the stairs. This time I dare not glance down at the living room. I have to look in charge here.

Richard offers me his hand as I reach the bottom steps. "Truly, Richard, I'm fine. But thank you," I wave him back.

"At least let us get a look at your arm. You could probably use a new bandage," he argues.

"Get me out of here. Then we can talk about my arm, Richard. I need to get away from this place."

"Are we clear?" he asks the rest of the team.

They give a staggered 'All clear, Sir' and we head toward the door. A rush of cool, northwest night air hits my face as we step outside. Richard leads me to the back doors of a black van at the bottom of the steps. I'm surprised by what I see when he opens them.

"Richard, what the fuck is going on?" I ask. Three of Alex's men sit on a long bench on the right side, cuffed to a system of chains attached to the body of the van, black fabric hoods over their heads. To the left is another bench with more chains and cuffs, and there is metal caging separating the front of the van from the back.

Richard looks at me apologetically, "We can't take a risk that you've been compromised, Madison."

"What!? Who do you think you're talking to!? Of course I've not been compromised, Richard!" I'm appalled by the accusation.

"Madison, I'm afraid we must insist."

I cool down long enough to rationalize that I would do the same...I think. I take a deep breath, "You're right, Richard." I climb inside willingly and seat myself on the empty bench.

Richard climbs in after me and pulls out a pair of handcuffs, holding them toward me. "Richard, is that really necessary?" I start to protest. But he gives me a look that tells me that not only do I know that it is necessary but that's it hurts him more than it hurts me for him to suggest it. I hold out my hands and Richard gently places the cold steel around my wrists. I'm getting far too used to the touch of cold metal against my bare skin.

He proceeds to connect the imbedded chain to the cuffs. A younger agent I've not seen before hands him a black hood. Before I even have a chance to argue, it's over my head, turning my world dark. I hear Richard say, "Ok good to go. I'll stay back here with her."

The bumpy ride goes on for what seems hours. I'm starting to feel like I can't breathe for much longer in this hood. Eventually I feel a shift in the road beneath the wheels. We are on a paved road, moving fast. I can feel Richard sitting next to me, but we ride in silence. After at least thirty minutes on the highway we pull off onto another dirt road. I can feel every imperfection in the road in the bruises on my body.

We come to a stop and I hear the driver get out and the back doors to the van open. I feel several people climb in, and I can hear them unchaining Alex's men. After the last one climbs out, the doors close again. Wait....where are they taking me?

Richard pulls the hood from my head. It's still dark out. "Richard, where are we going?" I demand. We are breaking protocol, and we never break protocol. With a very serious face, Richard unhooks the chain from my handcuffs and says, "The boss wants a word with you, Madison." Before I can blink, he plunges a needle into my neck. I barely have time to react before everything starts spinning and the world goes black.

My arm...sore. I feel like I'm coming out of a fog as my eyes open.The late afternoon sun is pouring in through a small window above my head. My arm aches but the bandage is fresh. As I try to collect myself, I watch it creep slowly across the wall. I take in my surroundings: small bed that appears to be hanging from the wall, a small metal chair, bare concrete walls, a large metal door with a small glass pane and the wall opposite the bed is all mirror. A two-way mirror. Where am I?

Not moments later, Richard opens the door and comes inside. I open my mouth to protest everything, but Richard raises his hand and stops me, "I'm asking the questions, Madison. Let's start at the beginning. What went wrong at the restaurant?"

I stare at him in defiance, a face of stone and anger searing beneath my skin. He stares back, unaffected. We stay like this for several minutes before Richard says, "You're only hurting yourself, Madison. I think it would be in your best interest to tell me everything. Then we can see about getting you out of here."

He's right. I'm not benefiting myself by staying silent, and it's my duty to tell him everything. Well, almost everything. I relay the entire story from the beginning, leaving out the sexual relationship that Alex and I shared. Alex...

I dare not mention offering myself to him as my Master. I dare not delve into the details of how every inch of my body accepted the physical pain that he inflicted with pleasure. I tell him everything else that I know.

"And that's it?" Richard prods. "He didn't touch you sexually?"

I swallow hard, "No."

I can tell that he doesn't believe me, but he doesn't press the issue further. "Good girl, Madison. I'll see about getting you out of here, but it's going to take a bit of time."

I don't say a word while he leaves. Instead I lie back down, facing the wall, hug my knees against my chest

and let a tear fall from my eye. I imagine Alex's strong hands caressing me, grabbing me, wrapping cuffs around my wrists. I feel that familiar ache. I want to touch myself, but who knows who's on the other side of that two-way mirror, and this is no time to be masturbating. I bite my lower lip and let me thoughts take me away from this cage.

It's been two days since Richard visited. I haven't seen anyone else. The only way I've been able to sustain myself has been water from the faucet adjacent the mirror. I sit and watch the sun, my only friend, slowly move through the room. I try to keep warm by sitting in its gaze. The room is getting smaller with every passing hour. I feel the walls coming in to squeeze the life out of me. Soon I'll welcome that. It would be better than starving to death, better than feeling my organs slowly shutting down one at a time and my body eating itself to stay alive.

It's getting dark now. I'm started by the sound of the door creaking open. I turn to find a handsome young agent carrying a tray with a bowl and a glass of water. "Hi, Madison. I'm Derrin. I've brought you some soup," he says sweetly, setting the tray on the chair.

I don't even have the energy to force a smile. I just watch him move into the room and set down the tray. If I had any energy right now, I would snap his neck like a twig. But I can barely move. He moves toward me, reaches and grabs my hand. The moment our palms touch I feel a small, dense piece of paper. A note! I withdraw my hand, concealing the note in my fist as I do.

He looks at me intently, "I thought it could do with a bit of rice for texture, but I couldn't find any." He's trying to tell me something. Rice paper! The note will dissolve in the liquid. Clever boy.

I smile at him, feeling the life come back to my face, "That's perfectly ok, Derrin. I'll make due with the soup on its own."

He smiles and leaves quickly, locking the door behind him. I look up at the glass wall. Who's in there? I lie back down and turn to face the wall so that I can block the view between whoever it is and the note. Trying to look like I'm not moving, I unfold the paper. The writing is so small that I have to squint to read each line:

At the stroke of seven, try the door.

Sainte-Chapelle. Go inside and take in the view.

I try to make sense of the first line. How will I hear the stroke of anything locked in this cell? I don't waste time staring at it. I sit upright, turn and pull the chair with the bowl toward the bed. I put my hands together and stretch, passing the folded up note to my left fingertips. I stealthily drop it in as I lift the bowl. I take a small spoonful of the broth. It's warm against my lips. I take as many bites as my empty stomach can accept right now, and I put it back down and push it away.

I sit back, leaning against the cold concrete wall and stare at my reflection across the room. I look tired, empty and worn. I lose myself in a daze. Then I hear it -- the sound of bells in the distance. There must be a church or chapel nearby! I count the strokes. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Two hours to go.

I spend it pacing the room. Lap after lap. I can't sit still. It feels like half a day passes before I hear the bells chime again. Their sound is soothing, friendly, as if they're telling me "It's going to be ok. It's nearly seven."

I spend the next hour alternating between sitting on the floor, pacing, sitting on the bed, pacing, trying to peer out of the window (I can only see trees), pacing, trying to peer down the hall through the glass pane in the door (I can only see brick walls), pacing. I take off my boots. I'm going to need to move quietly once outside. And, finally, I hear the gentle bells calling. But I haven't heard any click of a lock at the door. Someone could be on the other side of that mirror right now, and I don't want to waste this opportunity. If it's not open, I could give this whole plan away.

My thoughts race and finally, on the seventh chime, I hear it. Click. I don't waste any time. I rush to the door, pull it open and dash into the hall and walk quickly but quietly. I look in both directions as I hug the cold brick walls, passing door after door with panes of glass. The stone floor is freezing beneath my bare feet. I peer inside each but see no one. This feels so familiar.

I reach a large wood door at the end of the hall. It's old and splintered. There are gaps between the planks. I peer through the largest that I can find. I see light on the other side, but I can't hear or see anyone. I unhook the latch and slowly open the door, careful not to allow it to creak. I close it behind me and continue down a shorter hall that has an arched opening at the end.

As I reach the opening and the dimly lit room beyond, my heart sinks.

The mark on the lower left of my back burns as if I've just been branded all over again. I reach behind and rub it gently through my shirt. Images flash through my head: the terrible things they did to me...the terrible things that I did for them. I walk in front of the huge fireplace and stare into it. It's empty and dark, but I can see the flames, feel the heat radiating from it.

I'm suddenly extremely dizzy and fall on my hands and knees on the cold stone floor. I ignore the pain that shoots through my body. I can't breathe. "Welcome home, dear girl," I hear a familiar, sinister voice behind me. I shudder, and I dare not turn to face him. Instead I stare down at the floor, "Gavin."

"Reliving old memories, are you?" I can hear the smile in his voice.

"I had nearly convinced myself it was all a nightmare," I challenge.

"Oh come now, Madison. You love being one of us."

"You mean 'loved'. I never loved it. And I never loved you, Gavin. I was the shore and you were the tsunami. You overtook me and shifted me around until I wasn't even recognizable."

"Still poetic and overdramatic I see, my dear," he grabs my hair and yanks me roughly from the floor. It didn't hurt quite like this when Alex grabbed my hair. Alex. Pulling my back against his chest, he tilts my head back so that I'm looking up at him. His black hair has grayed and those intense eyes that used to pin me with fear are surrounded by subtle, knowing lines. "I have news for you, however, my dear girl. You never left us. All these years, all this time you thought you'd escaped me, broken free. You've never been free. You'll always belong to me, you little bitch."

No. It's true. Everything that Alex said was true. The agency...it's all a lie. A single tear rolls down my face. I can't be this person. I can't be here. I have to get out. I have to make my escape attempt count. But how? His back!

Years ago Gavin invited me to a romantic dinner, which turned out to be an evening of torturing a husband and wife to death in front of their small child. When I refused to participate, Gavin shot the child in front of his parents and then turned the gun to them. He spent the next hour beating me severely, bent me over a table and forced me to look at the corpse of the child while he fucked me and told me that I was lucky he didn't kill me too. Rather than wait for the day of my demise at his hands to come, and rather than let more innocent people die, I decided to drive the car over a bridge on the way home that night.

I remember the car filling with freezing water, Gavin unconscious next to me. I didn't try to get out, but instead waited for the water to wash my sins away with my life. I woke up days later in a hospital and was informed that I sustained a mere few bruises. Gavin was in critical condition, in a medically induced coma with a broken back. He wasn't likely to make it. I walked out of that hospital and didn't look back. He wasn't going to live, and I was free.

Gavin interrupts my thoughts when his mouth is on mine. I try to turn my head, but he grabs my throat and chokes me, keeping me in place. I can't breathe at all. Finally he stops and pushes me away from him. He crosses to the fireplace and leans against the stone. Crossing his arms, he says, "I've missed you, Madison. You did a foolish thing. And I never even got so much as a card on our anniversary."

"I didn't marry you by choice, Gavin. And your fucked up cult's ceremony doesn't make us binding husband and wife. I would never give you my heart in that way.. When I give my heart to someone, it will be my choice," I fire back at him.

I can tell I've made him angry, "Dear girl, our marriage is more binding than any marriage bound by the laws of mere men. It's sacred, yet you've given yourself, like a whore, to another man."

"You gave me to many men, and women. You passed me around like a cheap fuck toy for everyone to use!" I'm livid as I remember our wedding ceremony: that was the night I was branded. No white dress. No 'do you take this man to be your lawful husband'. No kiss and exchanging of rings. I was humiliated, branded and passed around to be fucked by anyone who wanted to while he watched.

"That's enough! You forget yourself, Madison. And you're going back to your cell," he booms.

Like hell I am. I pick up a wooden chair between us and smash it against the wall and grab a sharply pointed broken piece of it, "I'll put this through your heart if you come any closer to me, Gavin."

Enraged at my act of defiance, Gavin lunges toward me. I duck his attack and, using the broken wood as a blunt instrument, strike him as hard as I can on his lower spine. I watch his knees buckle. I hear him cry out in pain as I begin to run through the more familiar part of the basement and up the stairs. I burst into the large entry hall and dash for the door. I don't have time to think. I just have to run.

In the drive I find an SUV. I quickly go to work to hot wire it. As the engine comes alive, I feel like I can breathe for the first time since I realized where I was. I press on the gas as hard as I can and speed down the miles long drive and for the country road. It's pitch black and I can barely see through the fog, but I can't slow down. I'm sure he has a tracker on this thing, but I will worry about that when I've put some distance between myself and this hell.

I didn't expect to escape that easily. Where were his guards? Dogs?

Miles down the road I reach the next property. This house is much closer to the road. I pull the suv over and run up the drive on foot. I find an old jeep in the drive with the keys in it. I don't hesitate to take it. I just have to keep moving. The tsunami is coming, and this is my life raft.

An hour later I reach a Eisenach. I find a small pub and go to work making myself look presentable before I get out of the car. Luckily the woman I stole this from left a pair of shoes and a coat in the backseat. I don't care that the heels are strangling my feet. I walk inside and immediately lock eyes with a man in his late 20s at the bar. I can tell instantly that he's American. An American tourist in a foreign country is always an easy mark.




Deep Undercover Ch. 07



He watches me intently as I cross the room and walk straight toward him, my eyes never leaving his. I walk right up to him and plant a kiss on his lips. In my rusty German, I say, "Dieter, at last we meet." He looks at me, confused and says, "Sorry, ma'm, but I don't speak German. Do you speak any English." Awww...he's from the south. Even easier mark.

I put on my best German accent, "Oh! I'm so sorry! I'm supposed to be meeting a man here. You're not Dieter?"

"No, ma'am. My name is Glenn."

"Oh! I'm so embarrassed! I'll be going now."

"Wait, ma'am. At least let me buy you a drink."

Bingo. He orders two beers, without asking me, might I add, and downs his quickly. I take my time, having a sip or two. He's on his second (that I've seen, at least) when I decide it's time to make my move. I pretend to trip and fall into him, slipping my hand into his jacket pocket and retrieving his wallet. I laugh and pretend to be tipsy, "Oh excuse me! I think I need to go to the restroom. Don't go anywhere."

"Not a chance, ma'am," he smiles at me. I pretend to stumble a little to the restroom, striding normally once I hit the back hallway. I look in his wallet. Typical tourist carrying way too much cash. I take enough for train fare and leave the rest. I can access one of my private accounts that nobody knows about once I get to Paris. I head back into the bar and smile as I approach Glenn. I slide up next to him and drop his wallet back into his pocket.

"Well, Glenn, it was a pleasure to meet you, but I really must be going," I say.

"Wait! Not already! The night is young!" he calls to me as I turn and begin walking away.

I turn as I continue to walk, blowing him a kiss, and exit back into the crisp night air. I'm only a few blocks from the train station, so I walk quickly. It's only a matter of time before Gavin's goons catch up to me. I find the train station. It's a charming little building. I hope there's a train coming soon!

I march up to the window where a sleeping old man rests his cheek against the palm of his hand. "Excuse me, Sir?" I say in German. He's startled awake and glares at me. "I would like a ticket to Paris, the soonest possible train. One way," I ignore his groaning as he goes to work putting information into a computer. He more sighs than tells me the cost of the trip, as I hand him Glenn's money. He very aggressively counts out change, hands me a ticket and rests his hand back on his palm.

I check my ticket and see that the train is arriving within the hour. I have to change at Frankfurt, which will be risky. Gavin will have people checking major train stations, airports, etc. I'll have to lie low. I find the ladies room and hide myself in a stall until the train should be arriving.

At five to arrival, I take a deep breath, listen carefully and emerge from my stall. I glance myself in the mirror. I look tired, drained and weak. I don't have the energy to fight anyone, so I hope I don't have to. I slowly open the restroom door, looking in all directions. This time of night there aren't many people in the station. Not much of a crowd to disappear into. I decide being casual will draw the least attention. I fling the door open and march out to the platform just as the train is approaching.

As it comes to a stop, I board the train, find an empty compartment and close the door behind me. I pull the curtains closed just enough so that I can keep a watchful eye. After a short time, the train starts moving again. I wait for the conductor to come by to check my ticket, and I lock the door behind him as he leaves. I can finally relax a little. I close my eyes and am greeted by images of Alex. My pussy aches as I remember him tightly securing me in cuffs, pushing his cock between my lips, sliding the riding crop between my legs. Then I see him slumped on the floor over the broken coffee table. And suddenly my ache turns to a tremble and cold and I curl up and fall asleep.

Finally...Paris! Gare de l'Est is a beautiful old station. The trip had been smooth and without incident. The transfer at Frankfurt had been quick enough that I didn't have to worry about finding a place to hide from view in the station.

I find the pay phones and dial. I tap my fingers nervously. Please answer. Please answer. Finally I hear a familiar voice "Bonjour?"

I can't contain my smile as I say, "Bonjour, Antoine! Ca va?"

"Ca va bien, you crazy American bitch!" he laughs. "Where the hell have you been!? I haven't heard from you in months!"

"Je suis tres desolee, Antoine! It's been a little crazy. Listen, I'm in Paris."

"You are!? Fabulous!"

"Can you meet me with my key? It's an emergency."

"I don't hear from you for months and then you call asking for your key?"

"Antoine, I love you, but this really is an emergency."

"Oui, Madison, you bitch. Where are you?"

"Gare de l'Est."

"Meet me at Cafe de Flore in the 6th Arrondissement. One hour."

"Thank you, Antoine. See you there."

I arrive early and find a seat outside on the busy corner of St. Germain. After an hour and my second cafe crème Antoine came strolling up with a huge smile on his face, "Madison, ma belle!"

I stand and take Antoine's hands and we kiss each other on the cheeks. I motion for him to sit and wave to the waiter to bring another cafe crème for him. "Antoine, it's so so lovely to see you."

"Oui, Madison. And you as well. Even if you are only calling me for a favor."

"Now, dear Antoine, you know if I was in Paris on holiday it would be an entirely different story. The truth is that I need to hide. Gavin found me and brought me back to Europe. But he has people on the inside who want to help. I need to find them and end this once and for all."

Antoine's smile fades and his eyes grow sad, "I'm here for you, Madison. What can I do? Come stay with me."

"No, no, dear Antoine. I would never put you or Phillipe in harm's way. I love you both too much. You're my favorite gay husbands."

"We'd better be your only gay husbands, you tramp! Here, take your key. I'll put you in a cab myself. Are you ok to stay and have a coffee and something to eat with me at least?"

I smile for the first time in days, "Of course, Antoine. I would love that."

An hour later, we were kissing each other's cheeks again and Antoine was putting me into a cab, telling the driver to take me to tan address on Avenue Fremiet and telling me to call him if I need anything at all. About twenty minutes later I was being dropped off in front of the familiar and charming apartment building. It's been years since I've been here.

I look down at my key and up at the dark windows and start my journey up to the steps to the sixth floor. I put my key in the lock, walk in and turn on the light. Everything is exactly as I left it all those years ago. The cleaning service that I hired has clearly been doing their job.

I lock the four locks on the door and strip off my clothes as I walk to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and step in, letting the hot water fall over me like a cleansing rain. Then I see him. His piercing blue eyes, his mouth, his hands. Alex. I can't hold it back any more. I begin to sob uncontrollably and sink to the shower floor. I pull my knees up to my chest and bury my head between them. The hot water falls over me for so long that it starts to turn cold, but I don't care. I can finally let go and feel everything that I've wanted to for days.

I pull on the rope that's wrapped around my wrists and holding my hands above my head. Everything is black. I can't even see a hint of light through the thick blindfold. My mouth is full, a rubber ball gag taking up every inch of space. I can feel his hot breath on my ear as his finger slides between my thighs and finds my clit, "There's no sense in trying to wriggle, little slut. You're exactly how I want you and you aren't going anywhere. You love it, don't you? Being my little whore, Madison?" I nod my head.

He continues, "Good girl. Do you want to come little girl?" He slides a finger deep inside of me and I let my head fall back against his shoulder. He slides it in deeper and fucks my wanting hole slowly. I moan through the gag, panting in heat. Please don't stop, Sir.

He pulls his finger out and I feel empty as he moves it back up to my clit. He rubs it gently and then faster and faster. "That's it, little girl. You want a finger fucking you again, don't you?" I nod.

"Would you like two? Do you think you deserve two, whore?" I nod faster.

"I'm not sure you deserve two." He moves his fingers back down to my aching cunt. Without warning, he thrusts two fingers deep inside of me and fucks hard and fast. I grip the rope above me as my body tenses up, my orgasm building quickly. Oh...Sir...I'm going to come.

"Not yet, whore. You wait until I tell you. That's it..." Oh god...I can't hold it much longer! "Hold it. Not yet....Ok come hard for your Master!"

I sit up and find that I'm alone in my bed in my Paris apartment, dripping with sweat...and at my pussy. I'm completely out of breath and push the hair matted to my face back. It was a dream. And with that realization, my sadness returns. I check that my gun is still wedged under my mattress. Then I lie down, pull the blanket around, me and cry myself to sleep.

I am up early the next morning to head to Saint-Chapelle. If there's any hope of help there, I have to find it. I finish buttoning the black belt that I've put around the flowing beige coat that's partially covering my calf-length emerald green dress. I select a pair of nude heels from my closet and grab a pair of big sunglasses and a black clutch, which is hiding my gun. The best way to hide is right out in the open. I march out of the door, careful to lock it behind me, down the stairs and into the sunlight. I hail a cab to Saint-Chapelle. It's going to be full of tourists, so it shouldn't be too hard to blend with the crowd.

Even this early there's a line that's started, but it moves quickly and before I know it I have my ticket in hand and am making my way into the impressive room. The sun filters through the blues and reds of the beautiful stained glass. I can't help but feel a bit of peace.

I stroll around the space, finding a seat at the glass illustrating the Book of Esther. It seems appropriate given the pain that I've been privy to these past few days. I open the guide book that the girl at the front desk gave me and read all about the various sections of the church.

"Some glass, isn't it?" a distinctly American accent says.

"I'm sorry?" I heard him, but want to be sure that the portly, white-haired gentleman to my left was speaking to me.

"The glass, it's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Oh...yes. It's stunning."

"They say the late morning light that hits the glass at the Pyramide du Louvre is even more stunning," with that, he nods , stands and walks away.

Was that my contact? I sit for a few more moments, just to be absolutely sure that I'm not reading to much into a kind old man's idle chit chat. After sitting for about fifteen more minutes, I decide that I need to head to the Louvre. I can walk from here in less than twenty minutes.

I cross the Pont Neuf and follow the Seine until I reach the busy Place du Carrousel. As always, it's crowded with tourists from around the globe. I walk past a family of four, the parents arguing over the map in Spanish. I pass a couple of college girls who've wrangled another tourist into taking a photo of them, their arms outstretched in celebration of their newfound freedom. I pass a woman crying as the man she loves is on his knee extending a ring to her, which she more-than-happily accepts. I'm elated for them, but I'm sad too.

Suddenly I stop. I feel as if I'm being watched. I spin around, examining the crowd carefully. I don't see anyone, but I can't shake this feeling. Fuck. Gavin. He's here. I stroll more quickly toward the pyramid, finding a spot on the northwest side where I can see the light coming through the glass.

I wait for what seems hours, but is only about ten minutes, pacing back and forth. I stop pacing to check my watch and I feel a tug at the hem of my skirt. I look down to find a little boy, about five years old smiling up at me. "Bonjour, petit garcon," I have to assume he's French, but who knows? Without a word, he reaches up toward me and hands me a folded note. Then he giggles and runs back toward the pyramid. I watch him find his way to a worried-looking father, who scoops him up in his arms, scolding him.

I unfold the note to find a time and place: Parc de la Villette. Folly in the Prairie du Cercle Sud. Noon.

I start making a mental map of the city in my head. The Parc de la Villette is in the 19th Arrondissement. I can take the Metro, but it won't get me there in time. I'll have to take a cab. It takes way too much time to finally hail one. These tourists are like vultures!

With minutes to spare, I'm running in my heels along the Galerie de l'Ourcq. I see a few people milling around, but the Parc is is so spread out that it never feels very crowded. I finally reach the folly and slow my stride. I step onto the bright red metal platform and walk to the railing that overlooks the field below. There are people sunning and kids playing. So peaceful. I don't see anyone approaching, so I turn and lean my back against the railing. Am I at the right folly?

My eye catches a bright white piece of paper against the bright red metal. I'm sure it's just an advertisement or a lost puppy, but I may as well check it. Le Bar. George V. One hour. I roll my eyes. Will this wild goose chase never end? Off I go!

Hours later I've been all over Paris. I've been to the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles, Jardin des Plantes, Le Musee des Arts Forains. And here I find myself standing in Montmarte looking up at the Sacre Coeur dome. The sun his starting to set and I can hear thunder in the distance, although it's a beautiful evening. The entrance to the dome is outside of the basilica. There's a door that looks like an obvious choice. I approach it and turn to look around. No one's watching. Pulling my lock picking tools from my pocket, I go to work using them behind my back, so as not to attract attention. I feel the lock give way within minutes. Some security.

I start up the hundreds of steps that lead to the top, careful not to be seen, as a lot of them are on the outside of the building. It seems to take ages to reach the top, but I am determined. After all that I went through today, there had better be help at the top of these stairs.

At the top, the corridor surrounding the interior dome is tight, but the view of the sunset over Paris is spectacular! I don't hear a sound. I can't possibly be alone up here. Not after all of that.

I complete a full two laps around the dome. Nobody. It was all for nothing. I sigh and look out over Paris. I see lights coming on below and the Eiffel Tower starting to sparkle. I feel a tear welling up and then a knot in my stomach as it occurs to me that perhaps this wasn't help at all. Perhaps this was Gavin this whole time, leading me like a puppet. Watching me dance...just like he always did.

Then I feel it. Someone is standing not five feet from me on my right side. I don't know how they snuck up on me, but they did. I turn quickly, ready for a fight, ready to defend myself. And I find myself staring into his icy but warm blue eyes.

"Alex...?" I can barely say his name. All at once my heart hurts and is leaping for joy. My knees feel weak.

"Hello, Madison. Breathe, baby, steady yourself," he comes toward me to help me, but I hold out my hand, motioning for him to keep his distance.

"How are you..." I can't find the words to speak.

"Alive? Well, your friend, Richard-"

"Don't you dare call him my friend ever again!"

His face softens, "I'm sorry. I can't imagine what you've been through these last few days. That asshole, Richard, mistook someone else for me." He winks.

"But...but I saw you. I saw you, Alex!"

"Did you really, Madison? Or did you just see what your worst fears wanted you to see?"

I feel like a fool. My emotions got the best of me, made me ignore my training and see exactly what I expected to see without questioning it, "Oh."

"Do you believe me now, Madison? That everything you've believed to be true is nothing more than a lie meant to keep you under Gavin's thumb? That he still pulls your strings, only you don't know it?"

"Yes, Alex. You were right. All this time...I've been such a fool," I feel the tears welling up inside of me again.

"There's no point in crying, Madison. You're stronger than they are. You finally know who you are. You know what you want. The question is...right now, are you strong enough to admit it? Are you strong enough to submit to it?"

"What do you mean?" I'm so confused, but his words fill me with strength.

"If you want my help, Madison, if you want me, enough of this playing. You're going to submit yourself to me, once and for all. You're going to give yourself over to me, to be mine, to be owned by me. You'll submit yourself to behave the way that is expected of a good submissive. You'll be mine to use as I see fit, when I see fit. You'll be respectful and call me, Sir or Master, always, unless we are outside and around others not in the lifestyle. You'll receive punishments and tasks and you will fulfill them. If you don't follow my instructions, you'll be punished to remind you what is expected. In return, I'll give you protection, affection and most of all...love. I'm in love with you, Madison. I have been for some time. But this is the way I want us to be, and I know that, deep down, it's what you want to, isn't it, pet?"

I'm dumbfounded and speechless. I look out over Paris. I look at the brilliant colors of the sunset filling the sky. All the while I look deep inside myself. It is what I want. I take my weight off of the railing. I'm strong enough to hold myself up. I look Alex in the eyes and say, "Yes, Sir, it's what I want. More than anything."

Alex visibly stifles a smile, "Good. Then get down on your hands and knees and crawl to me, sub."

I look at him confused, "Crawl? Here?"

"You're forgetting yourself already, sub. Do you require a punishment right here and now?"

"No, Sir," I stammer as I gently drop to my knees.

"Good girl. Now crawl to me. This is to show your submission, Madison." I do as he says and crawl to him. I can feel the flush of my face and I'm breathing deeply. My pussy has never been wetter than it is at this moment, this moment that I give myself to him. I reach his feet and stop, waiting for him to tell me what to do next.

"Good girl. Now up. Kneel with your hands behind your back. Eyes down."

I do as he says. The stone is cold beneath my knees, and the contact between it and my kneecaps hurts. He strokes my hair and says, "I've wanted this since the day that we met, Madison. You on your knees at my feet, by choice. You're going to obey me, little girl. Always. And be proud to know that you're mine, owned and protected and loved. And you love me too, don't you, Madison?"

"May I look up, Sir?" I ask, timidly.

"You may."

I lift my head and he pushes the hair from my face and smiles down at me. I take a deep breath, finally ready to admit what I've felt no matter how soon or how crazy. After a few moments of silent staring I say, "Yes, Sir, I do love you."

His smile widens as he looks down at me, "Good girl. Now let's go home. I have a lot of plans for us tonight."



Deep Undercover Ch. 08



Less than an hour later we arrive in front of a dark building in the 6th Arrondissement and Alex is offering me his hand to help me from the car. He smiles at me and pulls me close, "I'll send Ted to retrieve your things from your apartment." 

"My what? How do you know I have an apartment. Only one person-" I'm suddenly frightened. Who else knows? Who else knows that only Antoine knows? 

Alex grips my hand harder, "Don't worry. I have people watching Antoine and Phillipe. No harm will come to them." 

I breathe a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Alex. I mean...Sir." 

He smiles, "Good girl. Always remember your place." 

"I will, Sir." 

He leads me to the front door and puts in a security code. I hear the locks give way, and Alex pushes the door open, leading me into a dark front hall. "Follow me, Madison," he says, pulling me up the stairs directly in front of us. We climb to the second story, with the stairs opening up above so that I can see all the way up through a skylight over the third floor from the second floor landing. To the right is the living room and a wall of tall windows, almost floor to ceiling. Everything is dark and bathed in moonlight. Directly in front is the formal dining and to the left a huge kitchen and a more casual sitting area. I can see doors leading to a terrace beyond. 

"I'll give you the grand tour in the morning. Right now, I'm going to use you, sub," he more growls than states. 

He continues pulling me up the stairs to the top floor. To the left on the small landing is a locked door that looks like it may lead to stairs to the roof. Directly in front of us is a set of double doors, which Alex pushes open to reveal the master suite. To the right, the bed is in the center of the room with a view out of the front balcony doors. Directly ahead and to the left are a sitting room facing the back of the house with a huge terrace, the master bath and a huge walk-in closet. I'm trying to mentally map everything, but it's too dark. 

Alex flicks a light switch and lights come on dimly in the bedroom. Unlike his last house, this one isn't trying to hide anything. All of the familiar sex paraphernalia is scattered about. There are chains and cuffs on each corner of the bed, various hooks and straps hanging from the ceiling, a bench, etc. I swallow hard. I never thought I would feel this again, this feeling of utter and complete arousal, this feeling of being...home. 

"Take off your clothes. Now," Alex barks as he walks toward a large chest on the opposite side of the room. 

"Underwear too?" 

He turns and shoots me a look that makes my heart fall to my stomach. "I'm sorry, Sir. I mean...underwear too, Sir?" I stammer. 

He turns and continues walking to the chest, "Yes, sub, underwear too. I want you completely naked. Except for your thigh-highs. Leave those." 

"Yes, Sir, " I flush as I begin unbuckling my belt. I throw it and my coat onto a sofa looking out of the windows to the street. Then I slowly unbutton my dress and toss it on the pile. I step out of my shoes, one at a time and unclasp my bra. As my breasts spring free, meeting the cold air, my nipples harden. The last thing to go is my matching pair of royal blue lace panties. I'm completely naked, other than my stockings, blushing like a fool, shivering in anticipation and so ashamed that I can't make myself turn to face Alex. 

I hear him toss some things on the bed and feel him approach behind me. I start to turn and he says, "No. Eyes forward. You're not to look at me unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" 

I feel that familiar tickle in my insides, "Yes, Sir. I understand." 

"This isn't going to be like last time, Madison. While my feelings for you are deep, deeper than I ever thought I could feel for someone, you are my sub. As my sub I will use you, call you names, subject you to new forms of pain that you will find more pleasure in than you ever expected. Pain will never feel so good, Madison," he reaches around and pinches my nipple hard. I fight my urge to yelp and let out a moan. 

He continues, "You will do what I ask of you and you will be strong for your Master. But, if there is anything that you don't like or aren't comfortable with, we can talk about it. I'm not a monster. I'm not a sadist. I'm your Sir and all of this is for your pleasure as well as mine, my sub. We are at a deeper place than we were before and with that comes a deeper commitment to our roles and our lifestyle together. And do you remember our safe word?" 

"Yes, Sir. I do. 'Red' to stop and 'yellow' to slow down," I am proud of my memory. 

Alex brushes my hair off my shoulder and kisses it lightly, "Good girl. Now, often you won't be able to speak, so we are going to need a signal for when you're restrained. You'll snap your fingers three times fast. Understood?" 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Good," he bites down hard on my shoulder and I let out a moan and my knees go weak. Then I feel his hand on the back of my head, gathering my hair into his fist. He pulls it hard, leading me backward and closer to the bed. He stops me and leaves me standing. I hear him walking toward the bed behind me, but I don't dare turn my head and try to look. He's not given me permission to do so. 

A moment later he's in front of me, wrapping a soft rope around my wrists until they're tight together and secure. Then he lifts them over my head and fastens the loose end securely to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Then he leaves me again and when he returns to my backside, he slides a black silk cloth over my eyes and ties it securely behind my head. "Sir..." I start. 

"What is it, my sub?" he says tenderly. 

"No..it's nothing...just. I had a dream last night," I'm suddenly flush with embarrassment for even mentioning it, as I hear metal clinking as he fishes in his pocket behind me. 

"Go on, my sub. Tell me." 

"I was just like this. My hands tied above my hand, blindfolded, except..." 

"Except what, Madison?" 

"I-" before I can utter another word, he's shoving the rubber fall between my lips. 

I hear him chuckle quietly and feel his breath on my ear as he whispers, "You were gagged. Is that what you were going to say, my sub?" Embarrassed, I nod. 

"I know, my sub. What I want and what you want are the same. Your deepest, darkest fantasies and desires are mine. We were made for each other, Madison. Now, I'm not leaving you, so don't be frightened. I'm going to sit in the chair in front of you and look at you, look at what's mine and enjoy my beautiful sub helpless exactly as I want her." He runs his hand through my hair and I feel him leave my back. 

I hear him sit in the chair directly in front of me. He's quiet. The room is still except for the sound of my heart beating furiously in my ears and my deep breaths in and out...in and out. He keeps me like this, naked and on display for his viewing pleasure. 

At least fifteen minutes pass before I hear him rise from the chair and walk around me. I feel him at my side, "Spread your legs, my sub. You're my little whore and I want you to stand like it." 

Then I feel the sting of his hand hard on my ass. I let out a moan through the gag. Then another. "You like that, don't you, my sub?" he asks knowingly. I nod, as I hear a buzzing sound start up. Before I can even think about what it is, I feel it on my clit, teasing me. He continues spanking me as he holds it on my clit at a slow speed. I feel an orgasm already starting to build. 

"Do not come yet, sub. You don't come until I say so, understood?" he asks. I nod that I understand, squeezing my eyes tight to stave off the feeling that's building up within me, burning me to my core. He smacks harder and harder. I've lost count, but we've well-passed twenty spanks. 

"You'll get one for every hour that you were away from me. If I count correctly, that's 86, give or take," he says confidently. 86!? He can't be serious! 

He turns up the speed on the vibrator, "Don't come, sub." he starts spanking faster and harder. I start counting. It's the only way that I can distract myself enough to hold my orgasm at bay. He's relentless and my ass is starting to sting tremendously. I can feel tears starting to well in my eyes. The last ten (or what I assume to be) are the hardest and I can't hold my tears back any more. But I don't dare come. 

By the time he finishes, the tears are streaming down my face. He immediately pulls the vibrator away and rubs my cheeks softly, "Good girl. Shhh. You did so well holding your orgasm back. I'm very proud of you, little girl." He removes the gag and kisses me on my lips, biting my lower lip as he pulls away. 

I can feel him reach above me, as he unhooks the rope, but he doesn't release my hands. "I'm going to fuck you now, my sub. You're going to do your best to control yourself. I want you to come with me." 

"Yes, Sir. I'll do my best. I promise," I try to speak as confidently as possible through my tears, as Alex starts leading me backward toward the bed. I feel the soft blanket on the backs of my knees as he helps me gently onto the bed. He pushes me to turn and securely fastens the rope to the headboard. Once again, my hands are helpless. 

I feel Alex's weight leave the bed and hear his clothes falling to the floor before he returns. As he pushes his body between my legs, I feel his warmth on me. I feel safe and protected for the first time in days. Maybe even the first time ever. It's different than before. He loves me, and I belong to him, all of me. 

I feel his erection pressing at my cunt, "You're soaked, little whore. Do you want me to fuck you?" 

"Yes, Sir," I heave, my breath rapidly leaving my body in anticipation. 

"Say it. Tell me what you want." 

"I want you to fuck me, Sir." 

"You're a little whore, Madison." 

"Yes, Sir. I am." 

"Say it." 

"I'm a little whore, Sir." 

"Who's little whore are you?" 

"Yours, Sir. I'm your little whore." 

"Yes. You are. My little whore," and with that, he thrusts hard into me and begins fucking me roughly, more roughly than ever before. I'm on the verge within moments as he thrusts himself in and out of me. 

"Oh God! Sir, please!" I cry out, begging for release. 

"Not yet, whore! Don't you dare fucking come! You love it, don't you? Being fucked hard like the little whore that you are?" 

"Yes, Sir! Oh!" 

"Say it! Say you love your Sir fucking you hard like a little whore! Say it!" he slaps me hard across the cheek, amplifying my building orgasm. 

I don't even have a moment to stop and think about why I liked that so much, "Oh Sir! I love my Sir fucking me hard like a little whore! I love it so much! Oh! Please, Sir! May I please-" 

"Not yet, sub! Hold for your Sir!" 

He thrusts harder and faster, moving his hands to grip my waist, keeping it in place as he fucks me ferociously. I cry out, gripping the rope above my head as I put every bit of strength that I have into keeping my orgasm at bay. 

"Do you want to come, sub?" 

"Oh Sir! Yes!" 

"Beg me, whore!" 

"Oh please, Sir! Please, please, please may I come!" I'm practically shrieking. 

"Oh fuck yes! Come for your, Sir, Madison! Come hard!" 

I finally let go and my orgasms immediately attacks every bit of my body, sending shockwaves of pleasure more intense than I could have ever thought possible through my body, over and over, as Alex releases his sweet cum into me, convulsing with pleasure. After what feels like several minutes of our coming together, my body starts to come down and Alex collapses on top of me, breathless. 

We take a few minutes to catch our breath as our pleasure subsides. I can still feel him in me, and it feels wonderful. I never imagined I would feel this ever again. 

Finally he moves, pushing himself up, and slides the blindfold off of my face. He looks intensely and tenderly into my eyes, "That was amazing, my sub. Are you ok?" He rubs my cheek where he slapped me, a trace of concern in his eyes. 

"Yes, Sir. I'm more than okay. I'm with you," I let a reassuring smile take over my face. 

"Yes, my love, you are. And I'm never letting you go again. In fact, I'm going to kill that bastard," he says that last part as he untiles my hands. He tosses the rope aside and reaches around me to pull down the blanket, motioning for me to lift until he's able to pull the covers over me. 

"Sir, I have to tell you something," I decide that it's time I tell him everything. I'm not holding back any more for fear of judgement. He cares for me and deserves to know everything about me. 

"Hold that thought for one second. I just want to get the lights so that I can hold you and we can fall asleep after we talk," he swiftly climbs out of bed. 

"Yes, Sir," I watch him walk naked until he's out of view behind the bed. He's so beautiful. Before I know it, the room is dark, save the moonlight streaming in through the sheer curtains over the balcony doors that line the wall to the street. Alex is climbing into bed next to me, scooping me into his arms so that I'm facing him, my cheek tight against his shoulder. 

"Before you say anything, Madison, let me just say that I am so impressed that you were able to control your orgasm so well. That's something that I didn't really work on with you before, but it's important to me as your Master. You are going to learn to control your orgasms and are only to come when I give you permission. You're only to touch yourself when I say you can, and if I tell you to stop or tell you that you aren't to come, you're to obey. If you fail to, you'll be punished immediately. Understood, my sub?" he tilts my chin so that I'm looking at him. 

"Yes, Sir," I'm hot all over again. 

"Good girl," he smiles at me like he knows that he just turned me on again. "Now, tell me what you were going to." 

I take a deep breath and a look shows on his face like he can read the pain in my eyes, "Well, Sir, I want to tell you this because I don't want any secrets. I want you to know everything about me. I'm married, Sir. Not legally, but Gavin, the-" 

"I know who Gavin is, and, baby, I know you're 'married' to him," he emphasizes his sarcasm on the 'M word.' 

"But not legally, Sir. It's not binding." 

Alex grins and chuckles, "Oh I know. Nothing that fucked up cult does is legally binding. Trust me, baby, I know all about it, but I knew you would tell me when the time was right. And it is. And I'm glad that you felt that you could tell me. Very glad. You mean the world to me, Madison. Don't ever fear telling me anything. Ever." 

"Yes, Sir. Thank you. I tried to forget everything about that part of my life, and I didn't want to admit even to myself that I have a connection to all of that, but I do. I'm a horrible person." 

"No, baby," he slides down in the bed so that his face is close to mine and pulls me tighter to him. "You were young, and they brainwashed you. And they took advantage of you. And they did horrible things to you. And I'll never let that happen ever again. You are only ever to do what you want to do. While we're being honest, I would've protected you, Madison, whether or not you chose to submit to me. I love you, even if you weren't willing to live this type of life with me, and I would've made sure you were safe, even if that meant away from me. Although I'm not sure I could've stayed away." 

I smile knowingly, "I know, Sir. I saw through that bluff, but I do want this, this life with you. I want it more than I've ever wanted anything. And I know I'm not perfect in it yet." 

"No, sub, you aren't yet, but you will be. You just need some training. And I'll guide you, but always remember that I'll correct you and discipline you whenever you forget yourself or the rules or step out of line. Always." 

"Yes, Sir. I'll remember. Thank you, Sir." 

"Good girl. Now...are you as exhausted as I am?" he smiles at me and kisses me softly. 

"You've no idea. This is the first time in..how many hours was it? 86, Sir? That I feel like I can be exhausted and just rest." 

"Yes, baby, you can," he slides me down with him so that his head is resting on the pillow and mine is on his shoulder. 

As we start to drift off to sleep I sleepily whisper, "Sir?" 

"Yes, baby?" 

"I'm so glad you're alive. I can't tell you. I was...my heart was broken when I thought that I had lost you. I thought a piece of me had died." 

"I know, baby. And I felt the same when they took you. It wasn't my intention to let that happen, but I was going to storm in there myself and carry you out if I had to. I'll never let that happen again. I'm so sorry...for frightening you so and for letting them take you away." 

"It's okay, Sir. No need to apologize. We are together again and nothing will tear us apart." 

"No. Nothing. I love you, Madison." 

"I love you too, Sir. Good night." 

"Sweet dreams, my sub." 

The sun is streaming through the windows. I turn at glance at the clock on the wall to find that it's half past eight. I can smell coffee. I roll over to find that Alex isn't next to me, but there is a white rose and a note: 

Good morning, sub, 

Get into your position at the foot of the bed. You remember it, right? 

Close your eyes and wait for me. 

You're not to move or speak, even if you hear me come into the room. 

- A 

He could be back any minute, so I rush to get up and to the foot of the bed! I drop to my knees, spread my legs, put my arms behind my back and close my eyes. I wait. 

I wait for a long time before I hear someone coming up the steps. Suddenly it occurs to me that it might not be him, but I don't dare move. My breath and heartbeat quicken as the footsteps cross the landing, enter the bedroom and walk toward me on the soft silk rug. I flinch, surprised by a gentle hand caressing my head. "You're so beautiful, my sub," Alex's compliment makes me flush. 

I start to thank him for the compliment and then remember my instructions. I'm not to speak. I smile, though, so that he knows how much that means to me. Alex runs his fingertips through my hair and down my cheek to my lips, which he gently strokes. "Open your mouth, sub," he orders. 

I do as he says, and he slides his index finger into my mouth, pushing it in and pulling it out. I hear his pants unzipping as he says, "Good girl. Do you want to suck my cock, little slut?" I nod 'yes' and wait to feel the tip against my lips, but it doesn't come. He just continues to slide his finger in and out. 

"I'll bet you're dying to taste it, to feel it filling your mouth. And you'll drink all of my cum, won't you, my little submissive beauty?" I nod again. Then he removes his finger and replaces it with the tip of his cock. I can feel and taste his drip of pre-cum on my lips. He always tastes so sweet. He teases me with it, rubbing it against my lips before he grabs the back of my head and pushes it in as far as he can. 

I gag slightly and he says, "That's it, baby. You'll take it all. Just give it a moment. Relax your throat." I do as he says and let myself calm a bit. Then he pushes it in more. Again I gag. Please...I want so badly to take it all. We continue like this until he's finally able to push all of himself into me. I can feel the well-manicured hair at the base of his cock against my lips. 

"Mmmm good girl. Quite the little cock-sucking slut, aren't we? My little cock-sucking slut," he says. I relish the compliment. I am his little cock-sucking slut. 

Then he pulls all the way out until just the tip of his cock is inside of my mouth. And back in. He goes slowly at first, picking up speed as he thrusts in and out. Before long, he's fucking my face. Not quite as rough as he was fucking me last night, but I don't think anyone has ever used my mouth quite like this. As he thrusts in and out he says, "That's it, my sub. Your mouth is mine to use and fuck as I want. When I want. Where I want. Oh fuck! That's it, Madison. Oh It's so good!" 




Deep Undercover Ch. 08



Before long, I feel his grip on my head tighten, as he says, "Oh fuck! I'm going to come, baby!" I feel his cock twitch s he releases his sweet juice into my mouth. I let the warm liquid run down my throat, as I take it all. He pulls his cock from my mouth, but I'm not finished. Eyes still closed, hands still behind my back, I lean forward and run my tongue along his shaft, cleaning up every last bit of remaining cum. "Good girl," he says. "Now, I want you to touch your clit until I come back." 

I do as he says and reach my right hand around and run it down my stomach and onto my aching clit. I know he's still watching me. I haven't felt him move yet. I let out a light moan as I slowly rub my clit. Fuck. It feels so good! He watches me for at least two minutes before I feel his footsteps cross the room. 

I hear the shower turn on, as I continue to rub myself, a little faster than before. I can't help but let soft moans escape from my lips. Technically I'm not speaking. I hear Alex's footsteps coming back toward me, as my left hand massages my left breast, my right slides steadily back and forth across my wanting nub. I feel him stop in front of me, "Did I tell you to touch your breast, sub?" 

"No, Sir," I answer meekly, but in heat. 

"Did I tell you to speak?" his voice is more stern. 

I shake my head 'no' immediately. Shit. He continues, "No. I didn't, Madison. You need to remember your place. I gave you specific instructions and you're not following them. I know you're not used to such strict rules, but if this is what you really want, you must get used to them. You'll be punished, but not physically. Now stop touching yourself and open your eyes." 

I comply immediately, fearing more punishment, and leave my dripping cunt wanting. He continues, "You are free to speak now, but remember who you're speaking to. Understood?" 

"Yes, Sir. I will remember," I let a small smile form at the corners of my mouth. 

"Good girl. Now, I was going to let you come, but you ignored my rules. Now you'll have to wait until I'm feeling charitable again." 

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." 

"Come on, baby," his eyes soften, as he holds his hands out to help me up. "Let's take a shower." He smiles warmly, helping me onto my feet and wraps his arm around my waist as he leads me to the bathroom and toward the huge, walk-in glass shower. We step inside and let the steam carry us away. 

An hour later we are sitting at the kitchen terrace table eating croissants and sipping on tea. I look out at the private, almost fairytale garden, as Alex reads the paper. "May I please speak casually, Sir?" I ask shyly, unsure of whether or not it's allowed. Alex's face lights up and he chuckles, "Of course, Madison. I appreciate your respect immensely in asking, but with time you'll learn to know when to be casual and when to be my submissive. I always expect you to be respectful, but just talk to me like we always have. Just add 'Sir.'" He winks at that last part. 

I smile, extremely amused and delighted by everything that he's saying. My pussy suddenly trembles with need as I say, "Yes, Sir. Thank you." 

"You were saying?" 

"Why the wild goose chase across Paris, Sir? Your idea to amuse yourself or was there a purpose?" 

Alex smiles, folds the paper, sets it down on the table and says, "Baby, you weren't alone on that adventure." I'm confused, which he obviously reads on my face as he continues, "I was with you at every location, watching you, and watching around you. I had to be sure that you were alone and that nobody was following you before I revealed that I was still alive. Besides, it was cute watching you run all over Paris in those sexy heels looking like a lost puppy." 

I playfully frown, "I see, Sir. Well, I'm so glad I could be so entertaining for you." 

"So am I, my sub. You looked so beautiful. You don't know how hard it was for me to not run up to you at every place and take you in my arms." 

I blush, "Thank you, Sir. But that would've ruined your entire submission scene at the basilica." 

His face turns serious, "That wasn't a scene, Madison. You do understand that by submitting you've given yourself to this lifestyle. I want to make sure that you understand what you've agreed to." 

I match his seriousness, "I do understand, Sir. I didn't mean it like that. I know very well what I've agreed to, and it's nothing that I don't want more than anything, Sir." 

He picks up the paper and continues to read, "I'm glad. Because I have a very special evening planned for us tonight. I have something for you, something I've always wanted to give someone, but something that I couldn't give to just anybody. It had to be the 'one' and, Madison, you are." 

"Thank you, Sir. I'm so happy that I am." 

"Me too, Madison. And I can't wait until tonight." 

Alex insisted on my spending the afternoon out shopping, but I opted to spend it reading (with armed guards, of course) at the Bibliotheque Nationale de France. I've always wanted to get lost in a book in the grand spaces, but I find myself incredibly distracted not only with the curiosity of why Alex insisted I spend the day away from him but also by thoughts of my past. 

After I finally realized what a monster Gavin was, I started preparing for the day that I could escape. I set up a bank account under a false name and bought that little apartment. I had friends who would help me, friends from my past. Francoise was one of those.