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Scoundrel

By: Sacred Beauty



Cassie and Walter exited the courtroom exhausted. They had been there since ten that morning and the proceedings didn't go well. As they headed down the corridor Cassie slipped in her heels. Walter caught her by the arm so that she didn't fall. "You look great all cleaned up in that dress but it's not you."

She forced a smile. "I'll assume that's supposed to be a compliment." 

"It's your assumptions and bad judgment that got us into this mess," he snapped.

"Look Walter, I don't want to argue here in public."

"I can top that...I don't want to talk to you at all." 

Cassie stood there while her husband walked out of the building and out of sight. She dug in her purse for her cell phone but her friend startled her before she reached it.

"I think your case is going well." Janell said, optimistically. "Where's Walter?"

"He went home."

Janell sucked on her teeth, "And left you here?"

"What were you expecting?" Cassie sighed.

"Nothing I guess...Once a bastard, always a bastard." 

"Don't say that. We both know he is a good man. I am just as tired and stressed out from this legal mess so I probably would have left him too." 

Even though Janell accepted that explanation, Cassie knew it was more then that. There was no hiding the fact that her and her husband had grown apart.

Janell looped her arm under her friends and headed for the door. "Let's get some dinner, and then I will drop you home."

"What about Walter's dinner?"

"Excuse me ladies," a striking man interrupted as he approached, "Does either one of you know where a bookstore is in this neighborhood?" 

He and Cassie stared at each other as if in a time warp. It was as if they had an instantaneous bond.

Janell stopped in her tracks and focused on his clothes. She had always been a sucker for superficial things. The stranger was wearing a pinstriped business suit and was put together from head to toe. In her line of work as a shampoo girl, she never had opportunities to meet professional men. Cassie on the other hand focused on his hands and the way he used them as he conversed with them. She was usually a good judge of people, and this soft spoken man seemed like a nice one. She thought he could use a manicure though.

The gentleman stood there confused. He had just asked these two women for directions and gotten no response. He was also feeling uncomfortable, like a gazelle alone with two lionesses. He decided to cut his losses and ask at the information desk. 

"Hey..." Cassie called after him desperately, "...I'm sorry I spaced out. There is a Waldenbooks in the mall about three blocks north and there is a Barnes and Noble near the freeway."

"Does this city have anything less commercial? I was thinking more along the lines of a mom and pop store."

Janell finally spoke up, "Then you should look up near the campus."

"Where is the campus?" 

"A couple of miles past downtown."

"And where is downtown?" he chuckled, flashing a perfect set of white teeth.

"It's hard to explain but we are going that way if you want to follow us." Janell offered, hoping he was available.

"That would be great." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, "Maybe I can help you too. I am here renewing my business license." He scratched out the printed number and replaced it with his cell and then handed it back to Janell. "When was the last time either of you sat down and evaluated your financial situations?"

"Nicholas Green, Financial Advisor," she read it aloud and then handed it to Cassie so she could look at it.

"You can call me Nick." 

"I am Cassie Parks and this is my girlfriend Janell Rivers."

"Ladies, I can help you achieve your financial goals and dreams." He glanced at the business card she was still clutching, "Feel free to call." 

When Nick shook Cassie's hand, he held it for a long time and then left a caressing touch down her finger-tips as he pulled away. Cassie felt an immediate energy and eased forward.

Janell must have sensed something because she effectively ended the flirting before it turned serious. Her jealousy burst out as she shook Nick's hand with a smirk on her face. "Cassie, what time is your husband expecting us?"

Nick's bright eyes dimmed at the mention of another man. He was really attracted to Cassie and was saddened by the turn of events. 

"Where are you from?" Cassie changed the subject before he had the chance to verbalize his disappointment.

"I just moved here from Omaha."

Janell laughed, "There is beef like you in Omaha, Nebraska?"

"Beef?" Like everyone, he had heard the dating scene being compared to a meat market but this was ridiculous.

"Black, Educated, Enticing and Fine...B.E.E.F." Janell clarified.

He blushed so badly that he had to look away. 

"I'm sorry, Nick, you'll have to excuse my friend. She doesn't get out much." Cassie laughed awkwardly, "Where is your office located?"

"Like I told you before, I just moved here." He leisurely scanned her body from head to toe, stopping when he made eye contact. "For now I am making house calls if you are interested." Nick smiled and then glanced over at Janell who was a third wheel at this point. "I am sorry to cut this short but I have an appointment with a realtor at four. I really need to get going." 

Cassie and Janell walked to the parking structure together and then headed downtown with their new acquaintance in tow.

* * * * *

The weekend came and went. Both Nick and Cassie kept themselves busy trying not to think of the other. Nick had been is town less then a week and was doing all right for himself. He had just secured a small office and had a possible a candidate for a date. All there was to do now was to wait by the phone. Ever since leaving the courthouse a few days ago he couldn't get Cassie off of his mind. He hadn't desired a woman this much since his long distance relationship with a woman six months ago, but the past was in the past.

As Nick continued to ready his office, he spaced out. That warm summer day when he had strolled behind Cassie and her friend as they walked to their car was his best in a long time. That whole time his eyes were fixated on her ass. Cassie had a strut that let everyone know she was from a different world, one that didn't contain business cards and briefcases. Nick was no better himself. He couldn't wait to change out of that pinstriped monkey suit and into some jeans. Nick loosened his tie as he cursed the situation. One of his pet peeves was waiting on folks, and these women were slow. After he had gotten into his car, he sat for two minutes while they chatted outside of Janell's beat up little Honda. He was all set to honk his horn when a gust of wind scattered the papers in Cassie's portfolio. He didn't get out and help like a gentleman would have. Instead he sat there and enjoyed the view of Cassie bent over picking up her things. Before he knew it he was imagining the softness of her round ass. Nick spontaneously unzipped his slacks and before he knew it he was jacking off thinking of his ideal woman. He was caught between fantasy and reality...caught between Cassie and his ex. The thought of his nut dripping off of her smooth ass made him cum almost instantly. 

The next day, Nick was moving boxes from his car into his new office space when his cell phone rang. "Hello?"

Cassie answered with restrained enthusiasm, "Hello, is Nicholas Green there?"

"This is Nick," he confirmed, wishing he could see the face that belonged to such a seductive voice.

"This is Cassie Parks, one of the women you met at the courthouse."

"Cassie..." Nick was ecstatic to hear from her, "...I am surprised you called so soon. I thought you would be too busy with your case to meet with me."

"I am busy with the case and that's exactly why I needed a distraction." Cassie sighed after the uncomfortable pause. She figured that she'd better continue speaking before Nick had the chance to incriminate himself. The last thing she wanted was for him to start flirting or ask her out with Janell as a witness. Cassie made it clear that someone else was listening, "I have you on speaker phone here with my friend, Janell. Can you tell us about some of your financial services?"

Nick went on to explain what he did for a living and how he felt he could help the women. He gave his best sales pitch, which took just about twenty minutes. It would have been shorter, but he had to ask the same set of questions to both women. Janell didn't seem interested at all, but he felt he had a potential client in Cassie. He thought she was the perfect candidate for his 'financial services' which included income protection, debt elimination, and asset management. The women cut the conference call short when the hotel buzzed saying that Janell's room service was on the way up, but Cassie vowed to call him back later to schedule an appointment. She hung up the phone optimistic, "I think I'm going to do it."

"I don't trust this guy. Did you see that raggedy business card? It looked like he made it himself." Janell said, bursting her bubble.

"Not everyone can afford fancy Crane's stationary. I printed my cards at Office Depot!"

"If a financial planner can't afford the finer things, do you really want him messing with your money? Think about it, Cassie." She stared at her friend, waiting for her common sense to kick in. "And did you see his nails? Shit, my husband is a mechanic and his nails are cleaner."

Cassie had noticed that Nick's fingernails were dirty but that wasn't a crime. "Janell, Walter has already cut off my allowance. I need Nick."

"That was very evident at the courthouse," she answered sarcastically. 

Cassie looked down at her salad and began to eat silently. She was disappointed that her friend couldn't understand her predicament. In the back of her mind she thought Janell might just be jealous that Nick had showed interest in her. That was a scenario that didn't make sense because Janell was married too.

When Cassie arrived home she took a long shower to relax herself. She washed her body and then her hair. While her conditioner was setting, Cassie cooled the hot water and then unhooked the shower wand and let the stream pulse on her neglected pussy. Tuesday and Friday nights Walter knew not to disturb her during her special showers. She and her husband were basically living as roommates now, so masturbation was the only release she had. Tonight Nicholas Green was on her mind. She liked the way he looked at her and the way he smiled slyly like he knew all of her innermost feelings and secrets. With so much inspiration, it didn't take long for Cassie's sensitive clit to start contracting. The bathroom acoustics made her moans swirl around her like the choking steam. Cassie washed between her legs and then rinsed her hair and stepped out to find Walter. He was sitting at her vanity table with a smirk on his face. 

"It sounds like you were having a good time in there."

Her feet left a wet trail across the icy tile as she walked past him to dry off. "You know I enjoy my showers." 

"I know and the neighbors know too," he conceded.

"Don't start." Cassie had never felt the need to hide her sexual pleasure. She knew she was loud but didn't care. Walter never use to care either. Cassie wondered to herself what had changed that fact. 

Walter threw her a hand towel instead of the oversized bath towels she liked to use. "Here."

"This little thing won't even cover my tits." Cassie giggled as she walked over to him and dropped the towel onto the rug. "Maybe that's what you want. You don't have to watch me touch myself," She took his fingers and placed them in her moist slit. "You can touch me. I want you to touch me." 

Walter softened his resolve and attempted to give his wife what she wanted. "Your shower didn't satisfy you?" 

Cassie kissed him with desperation and was surprised when he eagerly responded. She nibbled her way around his Adams apple and up to his ear. "It doesn't compare to what you can do to me."

Walter liked the sound of that. He trailed his fingers down Cassie's silky skin and stopped just short of her pussy. As his hand hesitated there Cassie could feel the warmth from it. She was still wet from her date with the shower wand and knew that her husband could feel the sticky residue. Walter's fingers traced her outer folds and inner lips causing her to shudder. He massaged his wife's clit for a few moments and then dug for buried treasure until a soft moan escaped her. Cassie buried her face in Walter's chest and thanked god for small favors. As his hand awakened something deep, she began to grinding her naked body against him, evoking the rhythm of fucking. Cassie took the logical next step and started to undo his pants. Her anticipation quickly changed to disappointment and then frustration after her husband pulled his hand away. Cassie swallowed hard to force down the knot in her throat. Walter had that same knot in the pit of his stomach as he walked towards the bedroom door. 

He turned and looked at her before he exited, "I love you, Cassie, but I can't do this."

Cassie folded her arms across her nude body protectively. "Love isn't supposed to feel like this," she muttered to the empty room. 

Cassie went to bed early but was awakened at ten forty by her cell phone vibrating on the nightstand. The caller ID flashed a number she didn't recognize but she picked up anyway. It was Nick. 

"Hi Cassie. I'm sorry I'm calling so late but I need to cancel our appointment tomorrow morning."

"If this is a business call then it's inappropriate. I'm in bed."

"Will you fu....ck me?"

Cassie sat up straight, shocked from what she thought she heard. "Excuse me?"

"I said, will you forgive me," Nick laughed to himself, "...for waking you."

"Oh," she answered, still half asleep. "Yes, I forgive you but call back in the morning after nine. We can reschedule then. Cassie flopped back down cursing the disruption. Today just wasn't her day.

* * * * *

After her husband went to work, Cassie called Nick's cell phone. The last few days in court had left her emotionally drained and generally unhappy. The fact that Walter seemed interested last night, but then rejected her, just made things worse. Nick answered on the second ring. 

"Hello?"

"Nick, it's Cassie."

"Good morning Mrs. Parks."

She sighed, "Please don't call me that."

Nick feigned concern, "Is everything ok?"

There was a long pause before Cassie answered. "I really need you...I...I mean your services. Are you sure we can't meet today?"

"I have a several meetings but we can meet around five."

"Where is your office?"

"I am downtown in the Getty building."

"The Getty building? I thought that only housed law offices."

Nick cursed his mistake. "I meant the Drake Tower. It's right across the park from Getty. I am still new in town and I have to get my bearings."

Nick made reservations at a popular supper club and met Cassie there after work. He was pleasantly surprised when the host escorted her to their secluded table. Cassie was dressed more casually then she had been at the courthouse but it was still business like. What she didn't realize was that her sex appeal had nothing to do with the clothes she wore. Just like Walter told her long ago, it came from the inside. 

The two of them talked business all through dinner but things got more personal as they waited for dessert. Nick put cream and sugar in his coffee as he laughed to himself.

Cassie's eyes swept over him, "What's so funny?"

"Childhood memories," he laughed. "I used to drink cream like it was milk."

"That's really strange."

"My grandparents drank it straight too," Nick rationalized, "They took medicine with it."

"That makes sense. I used to have a prescription with directions to take it with food or milk. Cream is the next best thing." Cassie giggled, "Maybe I'll try it someday."

Nick nudged the ceramic pitcher towards her, "There's no time like the present."

"You want me to drink out of that?"

"Just a taste," he said seductively, "Will you taste it for me?"

Her face flushed with heat, "Well I ...I suppose I can."

Nick dipped the tip of his straw into the pitcher and then capped it with his finger. He was careful not to spill a drop as he reached across the table to Cassie's awaiting open mouth. Nick watched as a bit of cream leaked from the side of Cassie's mouth and dribbled down her chin. That erotic image made his dick awaken. He hesitated before reaching across the table and intimately wiping it away. "You didn't swallow."

The waiter interrupted, sitting the crème brulet between them. Cassie's eyes grew large as she watched the server use a hand torch to scorch the sugar at the table. Nick's mind was elsewhere as he watched the white crystals melt, and then solidify to a dark brown shell. Continuing their conversation, Nick said the first thing that popped into his mind. "So, tell me, Cassie. How did you and Walter meet?"

Cassie leaned forward and put her elbows on the table, presenting her cleavage to Nick. "Actually that's a funny story. I was in Jamaica with Janell and her parents eight years ago. We were swimming in the ocean when the tide swept me out and I almost drowned. Walter saved my life."

"And you had sex with him as a thank you?"

Once again he had left Cassie speechless. She was turned on but not entirely sure she should answer. Cassie was beginning to think this meeting was a mistake. Had Nick gotten the wrong idea about her motives or had she gotten the wrong idea about his? 

"Why would you ask such a thing?" Cassie reached for her purse, which was beside her in the booth. 

Nick pressed on, "If Janell had saved your life would you have bedded her too?" With each question he was breaking down her defenses.

"No." Cassie whispered. Her purse was in her lap now and she wanted to leave but something in Nick's eyes held her there. 

"How can you be so sure?"

The notion was absurd to Cassie. "She's a woman." Cassie shifted in her seat as her cotton panties became glued in place.

"Have you ever kissed a woman? They can be quite enjoyable..." he focused on the crème brulet, "...like this dessert." Nick watched as Cassie's shaking hand picked up her spoon and eased towards the ramekin. He subtly shook his head. "Let me dear." Nick delicately tapped the hard shell breaking through to the creamy custard below. He fed Cassie the first spoonful and watched her savor it. 

She had never tasted anything so divine. "Mmm..." The rich French confection brought on a food orgasm "Mmm..." she moaned.

It was enjoyable to watch Nick to watch her eat. "Do you like it?" he teased.

She rolled the warm vanilla custard in her mouth then swallowed bit by bit. "I love it."

"Do you want more?"

Cassie finally flirted back, "Only if you give it to me."

"Open your mouth, Cassie. Open wide so I can give it to you." He took another spoonful and gently put it in her mouth. As he continued feeding his client, his dick grew harder by the minute. Nick discreetly adjusted himself under the table. "I want to taste it." 

"Of course." Cassie said, pushing the dessert closer to him. 

"That's not quite what I meant." Nick stunned her by standing up and leaning across the table. He trailed his tongue along her bottom lip then drew it into his mouth. As they kissed, the rich dessert Cassie had been relishing was smoothly passed back and forth between them. Nick made all her thoughts and inhibitions momentarily leave her body. Cassie could think of nothing else but the kiss they were sharing. As the crème brulet dissolved, their hunger set in and the kiss grew more heated. She moaned softly as she felt her body tingle all over as if a thousand little pins were pricking her. Nick's tongue was deep inside of her, searching for something. His boldness gave her tiny goose bumps. 


Scoundrel For Hire



It is not a job for the faint of heart. It is however, very lucrative. I employed cunning and subterfuge and tactics learned in the four corners of the earth. Most of my competitors hired several assistants. I worked alone, that increased the risk but maximized the profits. In my home country I was a legend and a hero, everywhere else, an outlaw and a scoundrel. An outlaw and a scoundrel that many men sought to hire.

My most memorable job was a commission from a certain Satrap of Zafina. He was willing to pay me 30,000 credits for just the right Allinurian damsel. His requirements were exacting. Obviously she must be a great beauty of age. She must be high born or of the ruling class, she should be flaxen haired and blue eyed. She must be delivered unmolested to Satrap's palace so that he may assess her himself. If I found her before six moons passed, I was set to receive a nice bonus and my pick from the Satrap's harem for a week. Such money meant that I would not have to work for many many months and could indulge myself with the finest of professional women until my funds at last dissipated. It is a rewarding life but a dangerous one. 

Zafina and the Kingdom of Allinuria are bitter enemies. The Allinurians consider Zafinans to be barbarous. They fear the military reach of the Satrap and his peers even though there is some distance between their realms The fact that Zafina men are permitted up to four wives and the satraps as many concubines and slaves as they can afford, horrifies the northerners who view it as an abomination. In the north a man is permitted just one wife. The countries worship different gods of very different characteristics and that causes much of the distrust and enmity between them. Those in Zafina are, in general darker complected with black hair and dark eyes, so that a honey haired, blue eyed, fair skinned maiden, as those from Allinuria tend to be, are much sought after.

Just one in the harem of a satrap can boost the entire value of his estate. A fine northern maiden to share will also cause the satrap's superiors to favor him and steer important political appointments or military contracts his way. 

Currently the few Allinurian damsels come into the hands of satraps through marine corsairs on their raids. Few Allinurian women travel by ship and those that are captured are invariably soiled by lusty corsairs or wicked auctioneers before they pass into the hands of the royalty. The Satrap wanted a pure maiden he could train himself, one that had not developed a surly air after being groped and used by base men. For this reason this certain Satrap hired me, outlaw and scoundrel. He knew that I was very good at what I did, and since I only received payment upon delivery, the Satrap's risk was low. If I succeed he would be more than happy to provide my payment. Much like myself, the Satrap is a man of his word.

I had been scouting in the city of Ollina. The women there are known for their beauty. It is also on the Great River, making escape with my commission swift and immediate. I disguised myself as an Allinurian beggar. I am not as fair as the typical citizen of this country but my brown hair is not unknown in the southern reaches of Allinuria, my skin is light enough to not merit a second glance. I am a fair player of the pipe. I took up a regular position on the main thoroughfare and gazed at the many women who passed me by. Some were polite enough to venture close and deposit coins in my kettle. It did not take me long to find my target. A striking family passed by every day at about the same hour. They were all golden haired. The mother must have been at least forty but she looked a good decade or so younger. She was accompanied by a officious looking husband of average height and a bit of a stocky build, he had a noticeable paunch. Trailing them were three incredibly beautiful petite girls. All had long flowing honey hair and sparkling blue eyes. They were all dressed very well. The oldest of them prominently wore her citizenship badge. The resemblance between mother and daughter was breathtaking. I decided then and there that she was a bonanza that could not be passed up. I could perhaps double my money by supplying both mother AND daughter to the Satrap!

Using my apt skills I soon learned that the man was a local banker who escorted his children with his wife to school each day. I decided that it would be too difficult to abduct them from a public street so I focused on finding their home and learning its layout. It was not hard to locate their fine house near the center of the city.

When I want to be, I am invisible to virtually every eye. I spent a month observing the house and learning who lived in each room. The younger daughters shared a room on the second floor in the rear of the house. The daughter whom I sought, I learned her name was Della and she had just come of age, slept in a small room in the garret. By fortuitous circumstances a large tree in the front yard had branches that came to within centimeters of her window. The husband and wife, her name was Fiona, slept just below the daughter on the second floor in the front of the house. During my spying expeditions I had multiple opportunities to view both of them unclothed. The Satrap would be very pleased indeed. 

Abducting two women at once was something I had succeeded at just one time before, but I had visions of the Satrap presenting me with enough wealth so that I would not have to work again. I could purchase a larger home and steal the woman I wanted to keep me company for the rest of my life. I had gone over the logistics repeatedly until I had everything worked out. It helped that the women were petite, carrying them out of the house would be no problem. I would steal the girl first in case anything went wrong. 

Finally a moonless, foggy night arrived and my routine of practice runs was replaced with an actual performance. I made my preparations. Muffling the horse's hooves, I parked a small carriage in front of the house unnoticed. At this hour the family and all of its servants would be asleep. There was a guard but, as crime in this part of the city was especially low, he spent his evenings drinking and sleeping. My abductions no doubt cost this man his life. I felt no guilt, for had he done the job he was hired to do I never would have been successful.

Around three A.M I scaled the tree in the front yard with my gear. Two collapsible poles appeared just below the garret window, I shinnied over. The window lock was no problem. Silently I entered Della's room. She looked positively angelic. Another man might have had a pang of guilt. From my pouch I produced sleeping dust from far away Delonitz. It is manufactured there and is a closely guarded secret. A scoundrel such as myself finds closely guarded secrets an open book.

Using my blowpipe I sent a small cloud of dust just above her nose and lips. Reflexively she sneezed and then her breathing became deeper. Not even the sound of clashing armor could wake her now. Making sure the drug had had its intended effect I sprang into action. I lowered the covers to reveal her fine body clad in diaphanous fabric. I do not get side tracked but having her body powerless before me was quite heady. Her skin was fair and unblemished save for a row of freckles across her breasts and the bridge of her nose. Her breasts were well shaped and quite well proportioned for her frame. Her legs were a delight. Two enchanting pink nipples strained at the gossamer material. Through the fabric I could just espy her honey thatched box. I would have the Satrap's eternal devotion for procuring this woman alone. Regaining control of myself, in short order I had her gagged, hooded and completely immobilized. I was out the window, across the poles and down the tree in no time. Finding my carriage where I had left it I took a large sack and placed Della in it. 

I returned to the home and entered as I had done before. I could have found the parent's room blindfolded. I was so silent that the family dog dreaming at the foot of the marital bed never stirred before I subdued it with a tiny puff of sleeping dust. This was followed immediately by blowpipe clouds above first the husband and then the wife. Neither so much as sneezed, they just drifted into wonderfully deep sleep. Apparently the husband had enjoyed his wife's favors that evening for both of them were naked. 

Once I lowered the sheets, I scoffed at the husband's penis. Even engorged it looked no more impressive than the smallest of sausages. I was larger at age ten. I wondered how he kept a woman such as this happy. Then I remembered his wealth. For longer than I should have, I gazed upon the wife's lovely body. In some ways she was more enchanting than her daughter, maturity had given her a fine luster. Naked she scarcely looked a three time mother, there was just the slightest jiggle to her tummy. Her legs and breasts were almost finer than her daughter's. Her golden thatch had been trimmed to resemble a heart. A gift no doubt for the man who slumbered next to her. I wonder what the Satrap would reward me for this fine parcel of flesh. I found a blanket and wrapped the wife in it in seconds she was trussed up like her daughter. She was only a bit heavier on my shoulder.

I exited as I had entered, clambering across the poles with my booty like a nimble monkey mother joined daughter on the floor of my carriage. I walked the horse with his muffled shoes for several blocks before I slid into the driver's seat and fled towards the great river at a gentle, amiable gait. I would appear as some ordinary citizen on a night time errand. Had I sped away, as a less secure man would have, I might have attracted the attention of local constabulary. Well before dawn I was at the banks of the Great River where a skiff awaited. 

I would take the river as far as Golath. There I would buy mules and take the Zafina Trail through the mountains to my Satrap's castle. Keeping the women behaved would not be a problem. Threats to one would silence the other and vice-versa. Somewhere along the way I would procure clothing for them, something simple that could be removed easily. I set the small skiff into the current and took a short cat nap. We were many miles down the river and well past dawn when I noticed that the sacks were beginning to move with purpose. 

I exposed the head of each to the elements and withdrew their hoods. Both stared in stunned silence for many minutes before the mother spoke, I was hoping for something more original.

"Where are we? Who are you? What do you want?

I smiled at the two of them, leaned backwards a bit,and smiled some more.

"Good morning to you, The FORMER Mrs. Fiona Ostrow and your lovely daughter Della. In order, You are many kilometers down the Great River, by nightfall we will be in Golath. Obviously I am you abductor. As to what I want; I will make quite a bit of money by selling the two of you to a certain Satrap in Zafina." 

Fiona's eyes practically spun around in her head, Della's just grew large and horror stricken. The next bit of conversation was so predictable that participating in it bored me.

"What ever you were going to be paid, my husband will match it. He is a wealthy man,"

Next of course the mother offered herself in place of her daughter. Every predictable phrase exited her gullet. I was as unmoved as a statue. At last the daughter spoke.

"I have to go to the bathroom!"

"That is something I CAN help you with." I said grinning.

I Removed Della from the bag, lowered her gossamer panties and hung her ass over the water. For emphasis I placed a dagger at her throat. Despite her fear I soon heard the unmistakable sound urination. Once I was sure she was finished I hiked the panties back up an slid her back into her sack to her neck. I had been very careful as to how I bound both women. Their circulation was not obstructed in any way. They would however be very stiff when we reached Golath. Once there, I would liberate them from their sacks. I knew that the mother had to answer nature's call as well so her delectable ass was soon suspended from the bulwark as well.

We traveled along the river through the day, Fiona raining invective at me each and every meter. The things that came out of her throat were down right amusing. A cultured woman like her simply did not possess the vocabulary to properly insult and curse me. As for the daughter, Della just wept copious tears. It would wear them both out by the time we got to Golath.

I had the two women relieve themselves at regular intervals. I fed them some jerky and hardtack and water and some spiced wine. Women such as this had never experienced hunger. I doubt however that they had ever before dined on such simple fare. Despite the water and wine Fiona had made herself hoarse by the time we reached Golath. Because of its proximity to the Zafina Trail, which passes through most of the countries in which I had clients, I rented a small bungalow on the Golath waterfront. It was crude and rustic but suited my needs nicely.

When I was a few kilometers out of port I used a bit of sleeping dust on my commissions and bagged them up. To all the world I would look like a sailor toting two sea bags. Although I am very tall and quite strong, I was glad that I would not have to be lugging the women a great distance. After depositing the slumbering women in my strong room I returned to the waterfront and stowed away my skiff. 

I knew that the women would probably sleep through the night. Even if they did not, no one would hear them in my strong room. I removed their restraints and set them down upon some soft mats. They were effectively gagged in such a way that it would be unlikely they could wriggle free and begin screaming. However, even IF they did, no one would hear them. The complicated gags were essentially something to keep their minds and hands occupied while I preformed the required chores in the morning.My final task was sliding off Fiona's wedding rings. I would sell these to buy clothing and sundries for the two women. A nice use of resources I thought. 

Before I sealed the door to my strong room I took a long delighted look at my captives. They were among the shapeliest currency I had ever netted. I gazed at Fiona's naked form and regretted that I would not get a chance to use her myself. The bodies of daughter and mother were nearly bookends. I knew the Satrap would reward me handsomely. I slept that night the peaceful, glorious sleep of kings.

In woke with the sun and made my errands hastily. I purchased and provisioned the mules and bought some substantial food. The wedding ring transformed itself into cash through the ministrations of a familiar fence of my acquaintance. At a second hand store I purchased suitable dresses and shoes for my product. I am a good guess at sizes. I decided that they would not need underwear. I arrived home before the women had stirred. 

I began making breakfast. None of us had had a suitable meal in over a day. Gazing through the peephole I noticed that Fiona and Della had woken up. Desperately they were tugging at their gags. It was time for me to make my entrance. Over armed for dramatic effect I slid open the door to my strong room and marched in. The door closed behind me. Only I knew the combination. 

I threw the dresses and shoes on the floor and announced.

"Get dressed. If you are obedient and agree to be quiet I will remove your gags."

Fiona could not disguise her contempt for the simple gingham fabric but at last she threw the dress on. Della was very shy as she removed her gossamer nightclothes to put on her dress. The Satrap would find that shyness alluring. Once the women were dressed I said.

"Now I Will remove your gags. Screaming, yelling or EVEN asking questions buys you a punch to the gut and the reapplication of your gag. I have breakfast ready in the next room and I will permit you two to use the commode. I am sure that you both have to go and are very hungry. If either of you tries to run away, the other will be executed on the spot. Let's just say that you do not want to make me angry!" 

I could see agreement in their eyes so I undid the gags. Both gasped heavily as it was removed. I took a rope with two loops and dropped it over their heads. A reasonable length of rope separated them. I took the lead of the rope and led them to the bathroom. First the daughter them the mother made their morning evacuations. The scent of my breakfast filling the house had their mouths watering. I am a very good cook.

I noticed that both watched me eat before they began to dine. I suppose they feared another drugging. At this point Fiona noticed that her rings were missing and she shot me a withering look As they ate I told them what was in store for them.

"We will be leaving for Zafina later today. It will take us about a week to make it to our destination. We will camp along the way. Once we are in Zafina I will introduce you to my Satrap. You two will make splendid additions to his harem. Who knows, perhaps by this time next year BOTH of you will be carrying the Satrap's child. If not his then perhaps one of his associates or political allies.

It is not a bad life, lots of relaxation and music, the company of women from around the world, tended to by maids and eunuchs. The Satrap is a handsome, virile thirty and the Satrap's manhood is quite impressive. In no time at all you will forget you old lives." 

Della began crying again and Fiona shot me another evil glance. Her eyes hot, she spat in my direction.

"Well now Miss Fiona, we will have no editorial comment."

I strode towards he like a panther. In no time she was over my knee with her skirt hiked up. I pounded her succulent ass until it was red. Della, just sat slack jawed and watched. My ministrations opened up Fiona's waterworks and she cried heavily for a long time. At last I coaxed her back into finishing her meal.

The two went back into my strong room while I cleaned the house and stowed everything away. Before long we were making our way towards the head of the Zafina Trail. I ordered Della to walk next to me as I walked with Fiona in my arms, a dagger point abutting her spine. In very simple language I explained that if either called out or stopped walking where instructed Fiona would die immediately. I could then easily outrun Della and she would be off one her way to the Satrap knowing that she had only succeeded in getting her mother killed. To the world we looked like an affectionate couple out with their daughter. 

The walk to the head of the trail is not a long one, Golath is a rather narrow town. It was built where is is to take advantage of the trail and essentially funnels goods and people on to Zafina and other southern realms. The mules were waiting with the attendant. Men such as he ask no questions and he did not even raise an eyebrow once he spied my dagger. Daughter first, then mother, then myself with a weapon aimed forward, followed by the pack mule with the camping gear. We were out of town by 2:00 P.M. A light traffic hour. The mules knew the route. It was a real racket having to buy them, for once the trip was over there was nothing to do but re-sell them to the attendants at the end of the line for far less than you paid for them. 

The day passed at a gentle pace. As I suspected the emotional bond between the women was so strong that neither attempted the slightest disobedience lest the other one suffer the consequences. Around midnight we made camp. 

I had Fiona handcuff Della to a milepost marker and then I secured the mother. I knew that I had to be especially wary on the trail as the two would conspire against me. I hiked up Fiona's skirt as she took a dump and a piss. I cleaned her up with a bit of scrap cloth and then secured her arms and legs, placed her in a large sleeping bag then hooded and gagged her. A bit of sleeping powder later and I could focus my attentions on my main prize. 




Scoundrel For Hire



Della was shaking with fear as I helped her vacate her bladder. She put up no protest as she was secured and placed in her sleeping bag and drugged for the night. The three of us shared the one tent. It was a tight but most comfortable squeeze sleeping between the two lovelies. The next six days passed in this manner. We had good weather nearly the entire way aside from a brief shower near the gap in the mountains. We ate sparingly. I fed them just enough to keep hunger pangs at bay, I wanted and needed their energy levels low.

The scenery changed as we rode, from the green verdant expanse just outside Golath to the rocky soil through the gap in the southern snow capped mountains, to the humid air and sandy soil as we neared Zafina. That night I allowed them to converse in my presence for the last time. I chained then to a mile marker and said.

"Tomorrow we will reach Zafina. I suggest, Fiona that you take the next hour or so to educate your daughter on the nature of relations between a man and a woman, otherwise that lecture will come from a eunuch in the Satrap's palace. I am not an entirely heartless bastard. I will stand over here, just out of earshot. I do have weapon trained on you, so no theatrics."

I watched as mother and daughter poured their hearts out to each other. I saw them hug. A sensitive man would have found the emotional display touching. There were tears in their eyes as I hooded them that night. 

The end of the trail came at ten the next morning. I led the mules in myself for the last kilometer. I could wield my weapons more openly at trail's end. No doubt a messenger from the Satrap messenger service would be at the finish. The Satraps kept messengers at their end of the trail to relay news of important shipments or messages that might arrive at any hour.

Sure enough, several messengers were waiting. Nice gents, they helped me secure Della and Fiona to the pole under a shade tent and then one rode like the wind to my Satrap. The wait would not be long. I sat and watched my prizes with a contented smile. Fiona read my expression. Knowing that I was not likely to punish her here she let me have a piece of her mind.

"You are a foul and evil beast. Only a disgusting, immoral pig could ever think to make a living out of selling other human beings! I can't imagine that a "man" like you could ever be born of a woman. You are the type of scoundrel who would prostitute his own mother! You make me sick to my stomach."

"Lady." I replied, "I never claimed to be a nice person and my mother became a prostitute with no help from me. Enjoy your out busts while you can. The Satrap prefers women to be silent, even going so far as to have the tongues cut out of whiners and chatterboxes." 

That shut her up and she remained silent until the Satrap's carriage arrived about three hours later. Two of the Satrap's guards had come along. With all of us armed, the women entered the carriage with no protestations.

The women were secured in place with fetters and manacles and I rewarded myself with some much needed, deep and unwary sleep. One of the guards woke me up as we approached the palace. I could tell by the Fiona's and Della's expressions that the palace impressed them. The palace has that effect on people. It is huge and alabaster white with jeweled turrets sporting golden seraphim. The Satrap is fabulously wealthy as his family controls a major trade route for silk and ivory. Mostly an enlightened leader, his people tend to admire and revere him. He is generous with the royal treasury so that there is little want and almost no starvation in his realm. The folks who chiefly suffer are criminals and political opponents. My Satrap has excellent relationships with most of his peers and his generals and his army is fiercely loyal to him. His harem is large, and his judicious use of it brings him many favors in the form of goods or tribute. As they say it is good to be king.

I would be presenting mother and daughter myself to the Satrap in about an hour's time. The Satrap ALWAYS has time to inspect new additions to his harem. I left the women under guard and then prepared myself to meet "His Eminence Satrap Kamel Turenik of Zaweria, chief province of Zafina." I am known to the palace, as the Satrap had availed himself of my services in the past. I was led to a quite room where I could bathe and dress. While my commissions could meet the Satrap in an unkempt manner, I could not be less than my very best. An hour later I was in the Satrap's impressive throne room. Even I was struck by how handsome the man was. His light brown skin was clear and even, his black hair luminous, his dark eyes brilliant. I have never lacked in ability to attract the ladies but I could do oh so much better if I resembled his Eminence. 

"Ah Daniel," the Satrap said, greeting me like an old friend. "What have you for me today?"

"Your Eminence and your Excellency, I have not only faithfully fulfilled but I have surpassed my commission. I present you with the fairest of Allinurian maidens as well as her equally delightful mother!" 

I clapped my hands and the guards brought out Fiona and Della, still clad in heir simple gingham dresses, into the overwhelming throne room. The two were forced to kneel before the Satrap's throne and then permitted to stand up. They were awed into silence by the magnificence and splendor of the surroundings. I could also tell from their expressions that the Satrap who sat on the throne was not the horror that had filled their imaginations. The Satrap eyed them thoroughly, their great beauty was quite obvious, despite the grime of a week on the trail 

" Guards secure and expose them." The Satrap said. "I would feast my eyes upon their naked flesh."

An event I had seen many times before played out in the throne room. Guards produced four sturdy ebony poles and deposited them in holes hidden by floor tiles. Two eunuchs, bejeweled, flabby, and shirtless approached the poles with fetters. At sword and javelin point Fiona and Della were fasten spread eagle to the poles.

Mother and daughter were crying and begging for mercy as the Satrap nodded and the eunuchs produced scissors and began cutting away the dresses. A javelin at the throat had a calming effect on their restless limbs. In moments it was done. The mother and daughter hung in place, their alabaster skin and golden haired heads and crotches enthralling the Satrap. 

Grinning broadly, the Satrap circled each woman several times. Delightedly he ran his hands over their firm breasts and supple legs. He lovingly stroked their mesmerizing rumps. He tweaked their succulent breasts, tugged contentedly upon their hair and inhaled deeply the scent of their womanhood. Even trough his voluminous robe, his erection was obvious. The javelins kept the women silent and motionless.

"Daniel, You have outdone yourself. I know that we agreed on a figure of 30.000 and a two thousand dollar bonus for delivery before winter but I shall have so much fun with these oh so perfect specimens that I would be insulting you by offering less than 65,000 credits. I will also give you two of your choice from my harem for a week."

"You are too kind your Eminence and Your Excellency." I contritely replied. It was more money than I had even dared hope!

"Have the women prepared!" Shouted the Satrap as the eunuchs and guards sprang into action. Weeping the women were liberated from their bonds and hustled to the left wing of the palace, where the harem is kept, A moment or so later The Satrap struck a special gong and the available concubines filed out of the left wing. All were clad identically in sheer trousers and jeweled bustiers. All wore a headdress with a jewel in the center. The nature of the jewel told how valued the Satrap thought the concubine. Topaz, ruby, and sapphire for the most prized. Opal, pearl and jade for the least prized.

All of the fair maidens lined up and I was instructed to take my pick. It was foolhardy to go for a ruby or topaz of sapphire, those were the Satrap's best and were only offered under the rarest of circumstances. Their presence in the line was a simple courtesy, nothing more. There was a rather attractive jade who struck my fancy. She was of middle height and had long flowing brown hair her almond colored eyes had a gentle slant about them and her breasts looked mighty inviting. I could tell that she was from the east. She probably came into the Satrap's harem as tribute or war booty.

As a complement to her I chose an tall opal with hair black as night and ivory skin, long legs and a smaller bust. She appeared to be a Casshian, an island kingdom in the northern sea. I could tell by the Satrap's reaction that I had chosen wisely. 

"Excellent choices Daniel. Please take the lion room for the next seven days."

A servant led the three of us to the lion room so called because of its lion motif and lion skin rugs. As soon as the door closed behind us I slowly, yet wonderfully undressed the women. I then had them undress and service me. Naked the women were very fine indeed. Their oiled bodies glistened in the romantic light of the theme room. Their crotches were hairless and tasty. Both were supremely skilled with their tongues, mouths, hands and loins. The jade was especially enthusiastic as she had been rarely used by the Satrap and his associates. She knew that a good report from me could boost her status in the harem and perhaps elevate her headdress. The opal was very attentive as well. I lost count of number of times that I came during that week. Their two bodies began to meld in my mind into one enthralling memory. I rarely left the lion room as our meals were delivered. By the end of the week I was as tired as I had ever been, delightedly, sweetly tired.

After my week long idyll ended, the Satrap greeted me. I told him how delightfully his two concubines had preformed and thanked him profusely and humbly. The Satrap presented me with my earnings. It was literally a sack full of money,nearly the size of ones I had kept Della and Fiona in, much heavier of course. He also gave me two guards to protect me back to the trail but I believe that he was correct in encouraging me to turn it into liquid assets as quickly as possible. Before I left he informed me that had something to show me. 

We entered his private quarters. Luxuriating on the bed fast asleep was Fiona, a blissful smile across her lips. Her only adornment, a topaz bejeweled headdress. Her delectable body had been oiled and her pubic thatch trimmed and shaved into a quite attractive oval just above the feminine slit. Quietly the well built, handsome Satrap addressed me.

"The daughter still needs considerable training. The mother agreed to lie with me without equivocation or evasion so long as I promised to break her daughter in slowly and gently. I had no intention of doing so but I agreed so as to enjoy the woman's charms without resistance. I don't know what sort of man she was married to but she exploded with passion once I entered her. Quite frankly she has been indefatigable in bed. As much as I know that I will come to treasure the daughter, the mother is a phenomenal lay. She also excels fellatio. If I didn't know better I would swear that she had never seen a penis before. Thank you so much for bringing her to me Daniel. If you ever need a favor in the future, do not hesitate to call upon me."

With that I was led from the Satrap's inner sanctum and made my way to the shores of the southern ocean, where I bought a home, abducted the girl of my dreams, purchased a fishing fleet and retired from my former line of work. I realized that in my so rewarding former business I had indeed saved the best for last. Often now as I watch the waves gently lap against the shore, the image of naked Della and especially naked Fiona come to mind unbidden and I envy the Satrap greatly.



Scoundrel



Since Cassie was estranged from her husband, she had forgotten just how wonderful kissing could be. She began to realize the seriousness of the situation when she felt her wetness on the move. How could such a simple action arouse such deep feeling? Cassie put her hand on Nick's chest and pushed him away to catch her breath. 

"...luscious..." he muttered.

"You said a taste...that was damn near gluttonous," she said, thinking of the seven deadly sins.

The only sin on Nick's mind was lust, the pleasure of the body. He eased back into his side of the booth and gave Cassie the look. "I want seconds."

Before she could respond, her cell phone rang. The interruption snapped her back to reality. The caller ID flashed "Home" which meant that it was Walter. Nick saw the conflicted look on her face and realized he was losing her. He had to think fast. 

"Will you dance with me?"

Cassie's mouth opened but no words escaped. Both of their heads turned towards the band when it started to play a slow song. She shook her head, "No...I...I don't think my husband..."

"Your husband isn't here."

"Nick..."

"Your husband isn't here Cassie." He repeated in a low voice. "Please. We just made a verbal contract to work together. Just consider this dance our handshake."

How could she refuse? "Alright, but just one dance. It's getting late."

They walked arm in arm to the dance floor. Cassie kept a professional distance at first but three songs later doors were opened that couldn't be closed. What started out as an accidental touch, morphed into a purposeful caress. Cassie felt Nick's stiffness against her stomach but didn't flinch. She was falling deeper by the second for Nick who performed his foreplay in public on the dance floor.

Cassie left the restaurant with one thing on her mind. Nick had turned her on and now she was ready to let loose. Cassie climbed into bed with Walter but was quickly disappointed. The rejection made it easier to rummage through his papers after he was asleep and get information for Nick.

* * * * *

Cassie left her house behind schedule but felt liberated. As she coasted down the highway with the music blasting and the wind in her hair, she was more relaxed then she had ever been. She was about to have a rendezvous with the courthouse bandit that had come out of nowhere and stolen her heart. Cassie had come home all hot and bothered last night but her husband denied her yet again. It had been a long time since Walter or any man had made her feel so feminine. It wasn't so much what Nick had said, but the way he had looked at her. It was the way she felt when he shook her hand...like Janell and everyone else in the building just disappeared. Nick had a magnetism that her husband lacked, and she wanted to feel it again. She wanted to feel it deep inside of her. 

Nick changed and then stood at the sink in his office bathroom and shaved. He was relaxed and confident about what was about to happen. The reason for his self-assuredness was that his dinner with Cassie had gone so well the night before. Just like the crème brulet, he had cracked Cassie's tough exterior and discovered something unexpected inside. There had to be more to the sexy housewife then meets the eye. Cassie was thinking the same thing about the bold businessman. It was surprising that he had perused a married woman. More shocking than that was the fact that she didn't pull away from him in his aroused state. The fact that she had kept on dancing last night meant that she was interested too.

Before getting out of her rental car Cassie took off her diamond wedding ring and left it in the ashtray. The only time she had ever considered that step was during a brief cyber liaison. There was a guy she used to chat with online, that she had become attracted to. At first Cassie was in denial about the emotional attachment but then it became clear to her that a deep bond was forming. She broke it off when she realized that she was falling in love. Since they had never had sex or even met, she was reluctant to call it an affair. In the history of her marriage this was the first time that she was considering cheating on a physical level. 

She stood outside of the run down building in the bad neighborhood and touched up her makeup. Unfortunately this was the type of place she had grown up in so she was in her element. Her outfit also reflected her upbringing. Both her jeans and her tank top were a size too small. The tight fitting clothing showed off her voluptuous form. She looked good and she knew it...soon her new acquaintance would know it too. Cassie had a manila folder tucked under her arm that contained all of the info Nick had requested, pay stubs, 401k and bank statements, credit card bills, and anything else that seemed relevant. They were all records she'd taken from the office in her home without her husband's knowledge. 

Nick prided himself on punctuality and hated it when other people were tardy. Cassie's late appearance ushered in mixed emotions for him. 

"What took you so long?"

"I got caught in traffic."

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

She stared at him for a few moments confused by his attitude. Cassie broke the tension by producing her surprise. "I brought Chinese food. I thought you would be hungry after moving all of this stuff. Plus you bought dinner last night."

"I am hungry." Nick smiled but still seemed unimpressed. In his eyes, they were here for one purpose. 

Cassie wondered if was it was inappropriate for her to bring dinner. After all this wasn't a date, was it? "I have what you need." 

Nick shoved his hands in his pockets as he pondered the double meaning of her statement. "Do you now?"

Cassie nodded her head and shimmied past him, allowing her tits to graze his chest. She looked around the room and then back at him. 

"This location is remote. Why didn't we meet in your office downtown?"

"I just signed the lease there and now it is being remodeled to my specifications. A friend is letting me use this space to store my things as they arrive from Oklahoma. This is the best I could do under the conditions."

She raised an eyebrow, "Conditions?"

"Yes...I had to see you," he said, reaching for her manila folder to make his point, "I didn't think you would mind the isolation." 

"A housewife is used to seclusion," Cassie mumbled to herself as she roamed around in the open space. In the far corner of the room was a bunch of old furniture. There was a three-legged desk which was propped up with several phone books, a file cabinet and a black vinyl waiting room couch. All of the stuff looked like things you would see at a thrift store. She noticed that the pinstriped suit he was wearing the other day was folded and sitting on a box. This dusty office seemed like a strange place for it but she didn't mention it.

Nick studied her like a new car. Her clothing was a second skin and left nothing to his imagination. As she roamed around innocently, he broke the ice by babbling about Omaha and how Janell could find a lot of B.E.E.F. there. 

"Since she's married she needs to be a vegetarian right about now." Cassie joked about her long time friend. 

"Have a seat." Nick watched as she sat on the carpet near his open laptop. He moved a large box and then sat beside her. "What did you bring to eat?"

"Mongolian beef, shrimp fried rice, and egg rolls."

"All of my favorites. You know me so well..."

Cassie laughed nervously as she unpacked the Styrofoam containers, "I must be psychic."

Nick began thumbing through her paperwork as she served their plates. He smiled as he read her legal name. "Cassandra...Cassandra Marie Parks, that's nice." Cassandra Green sounded nice to him too.

"My third grade teacher shortened Cassandra to Cassie, and I guess the nickname stuck," she shrugged.

After a series of pointed questions, he took the calculator out of his briefcase and began to add figures from her documents. 

The only figure she wanted to be on his mind was the one she worked so hard to maintain at the gym. Cassie decided to take things into her own hands. She dipped her egg roll into the sweet and sour sauce and then trailed her tongue along the crispy skin so that it wouldn't drip on her fingers. Her actions sure got Nick's attention. He lost track of what he was doing after he looked up at her. It was obvious that they were attracted to one another, and Cassie was boldly making the first move. 

Nick tried hard to put Cassie's seductive tactics out of his mind. He really liked her but this meeting was a means to an end. He only had a short amount of time to do a lot of work. Since Nick was used to working with numbers it didn't take long for him to key all of her info into the computer. After thirty minutes of compiling her financial data he took a dinner break. Until that point, Cassie had only been picking at her meal. She was hungry, but not for Chinese food. It had been months since her husband had showed her attention in the bedroom. She had decided on the drive over, that Walter's loss would be Nick's gain. For the second time, she dipped her egg roll into the sweet and sour sauce hoping to make his dick stir in his pants. This time instead of licking the sticky sauce she let it drip. Nick stopped eating and stared at her waiting to see what happened next. He instantly got hard when she deep throated the appetizer and sucked it dry. Nick was excited but he wasn't used to women as forward as this. As she held the egg roll, he noticed that she wasn't wearing the wedding ring she had on at the courthouse. That had to be a good sign. In a heartbeat, he decided to flirt back even though his gut feeling was that this would lead to trouble. Nick dunked his appetizer in the bright red sauce and held it out for Cassie hoping she would take the bait. 

Cassie got on her knees and leaned over his laptop to take it into her mouth. Nick let out a low moan as she seductively sucked the sticky egg roll like a whore. This time some of the sauce dripped onto her tits, which were on display because of her low cut tank top. Cassie didn't seem to care about that or the bit that trailed from the corner of her mouth, like the cream at the restaurant. Nick thought that made her seem like a whore and treated her as such. 

"Come here."

Cassie eased back, asserting her power. "No, you come here."

"Make it worth my while." He instructed.

"Alright." 

Cassie pealed her straps over her shoulders and slipped her arms out. Now her tank top was only held up by her titties. When Nick realized that Cassie had on no bra under her shirt, he bet money that she wasn't wearing any panties either. Win or lose, he called her bluff and moved closer. They both sat up on their knees and kissed like this moment was meant to be. Nick devoured her neck and shoulders but every time he attempted to touch her tits, she would ease back. He didn't see what the big deal was especially since they were still covered by her red top.

Nick grew frustrated, "You are playing a dangerous game Mrs. Parks."

"Is there a restroom here?" She backed away again.

He snapped back to reality, "Yes, it's back there." 

Nick waited until the door shut to stand up. His erection was still strong but now he wondered would he be relieving it with her or by himself after she left. Cassie was standing in the bathroom debating how far she should allow this encounter to go when something caught her eye. A brown leather wallet was sitting on the back of the toilet. She was soon sorry that her curiosity got the better of her. 

When Cassie opened the door Nick was holding his navy colored tie that had been folded with his suit. He lifted it over her head and looped it around her waist to pull her close. Now they were in the threshold between the main room and bathroom. There wasn't an inch between them as they looked intently into each other's eyes. 

"I think I should go."

Nick leaned in for a kiss but she pulled away. His heart was pounding fast in his chest. "That's not funny."

"It wasn't supposed to be." Cassie knew that since he was already aroused, he wouldn't stand for too much teasing, but she continued the game anyway. It was what turned her on. 

This time when Nick leaned in he hesitated and nuzzled her face. His client closed her eyes and allowed herself to be taken in by what could only be described as magic. Nick was working a spell on her, a spell that she was more then willing to fall under. Now it was Cassie whose pulse was racing. The sexual tension was building as he inhaled the aroma of the dipping sauce. 

When their lips finally met, it was a wild passionate kiss that subdued their lust. Nick pulled the tie from her waist and bound her wrists in one swift motion. Everything happened so fast that Cassie barely had time to react. Once she was immobile, Nick yanked her tank top down around her waist lowered his head to the firm titties that had been pressed against him. They were surprisingly supple and also tasted of sweet and sour sauce. Cassie wasn't scared but she was apprehensive. Even when Nick's behavior started to get forceful, she stayed with him every step of the way. 

Suddenly he pushed her to her knees sending Cassie face to face with his hard dick. A slight smile overtook her mouth, but the giggles turned into a full blown laugh. Upon closer inspection, Nick wasn't as long as her husband Walter but he was definitely thicker. This was going to be easy. Hell she might even enjoy it. 

"I see you're smiling. Is it because you are about to do what you do best, sucking my balls like a pro?" Nick teased.

"All of this build up for that. My husband is bigger then you..."

Her statement, and the fact that she has attempted to get up angered Nick. He responded accordingly, but instinctively knew what line not to cross. 

"My dick is gonna love your wet pussy...I can feel it now...but first I want to see my cum on your face just like the sweet and sour."

She sat there helplessly as the rest of her clothes were discarded. Cassie was open to oral sex but hadn't intended to fuck this guy. After all, she was married. She figured that maybe if she sucked his dick really good, he wouldn't be able to get it up a second time. It wasn't that she was a cock tease, she actually liked his roughness. What she didn't like was the way he talked to her. Every time Nick spoke to her, it was less and less of a turn on. Cassie protested by leaning back into the door jam, sitting back on her calves. She shivered as goose bumps rose all over her skin. 

Nick wasn't having that. In his eyes, they had come too far not to go all the way. He let her know that by grabbing her by the hair and forcing his dick in her face. She took a few shallow breaths then opening her mouth accepted him. Nick's dick almost seemed alive as it snaked towards the back of her mouth. Cassie inhaled through her nose and then swallowed to relax her throat. Before she knew it Nick was fucking her face. Cassie braced her bound wrists on the dirty rug and whimpered as he pumped in and out. She finally managed to pull away to get her bearings looking up at him with misty eyes. 

The sight of Cassie crying made Nick's erection stronger. He wondered in his head which was saltier, the tears on her face or the cum she was about to taste. 

"Don't cry baby. You know you want this dick. Suck it until it's soft."

Cassie was never one to back away from a challenge. She barely knew this guy and he didn't really know her, so they could be anybody they wanted to be. They were characters in a game. That realization was the only thing that made the situation better. Cassie took him into her mouth again, but this time on her terms. Nick groaned nonstop while her tongue did stunts until a stream of cum hit the back of Cassie's throat. She kept on sucking until there was nothing left to swallow and then Nick went limp. She moved the salty residue around her mouth and then looking up at him spat, "What else do you have for me?" 

Her actions temporarily stunned Nick. He just stared at her as she crawled away naked towards his laptop. The sight of her honey colored ass sealed the deal. Before long he focused on the trail of her pussy juices inching down her thighs. Nick couldn't wait to taste it. 

"Are you gonna let me thank you?" He helped her to her feet and then stood in awe of her.

She thought it was funny how Nick was being gentle now that he had busted his first nut. Maybe it had been a long time for him too. 

"I'm gonna make you thank me twice," Cassie responded, as she looped her bound arms around his neck. "I made you cum so untie me." 

As they huddled there, Cassie wasn't fearful. After all she had taken away his power. The one thing marriage had taught her is that if you can make a man cum often and hard, then you control shit. There was no doubt in her mind that nothing would happen tonight that she didn't want to happen. 

"What's in it for me?" Nick wasn't amused. 

He yanked the tie making her stumble towards the old furniture in the corner. He bent her over the couch and tethered her bound wrists to a locked file cabinet drawer. Nick slid the couch back towards them, which made her feet lift right off the floor.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"I could never hurt you Cass. Besides, if I spare your life, maybe you'll thank me like you thanked Walter in Jamaica," he said, recalling the story of how she met her husband.

"This isn't funny. Untie me." 

This situation was getting serious. In her current position Cassie was immobile. She inched forward, leveraging her elbows against the cushions and then jerked around trying to get her footing. To Nick it looked as if she was fucking the couch. He hesitated while taking off his pants and laughed at the sight of her ass moving back and forth. 

"If you think that feels good, wait until I'm inside of you."

"Fuck you."

"All in due time Cassie." 

Nick rested his hands on her warm body savoring the moment. He caressed her with long fluid strokes as he nibbled his way down her back, taking so much time with his attention that Cassie felt tortured. Nick kneeled on the floor behind Cassie and lifted her thighs in the air. He propped them over his shoulders so that Cassie was balancing precariously and had to depend on his body for support. Nick sunk down low and angled his face up to view his prize. By the time she felt his tongue pressing into her clit she was ready to explode. Nick wasn't having that. Eating a woman was almost better then actual sex to him. He loved the fact that he could make a woman cum over and over and then turn right around and fuck her some more. 

Cassie's moans filled the empty office. The only way he could penetrate her deeper was to cup her ass with his hands and pull her forward into his face. She had a small orgasm, he could feel her shaking against his tongue, but he wasn't satisfied with that. Nick wanted the sensation of her gushing into his mouth. He started sucking out her pussy like a teenager tilting the glass for the last of his milkshake. Minutes later, Cassie squirmed like a fish out of water, moaning and whimpering, as another orgasm tore through her body. Her mid section bowed as she tried to keep her balance. To Nick it looked like she was flying with her back arched and her legs dangling. He prepped his dick for entry by stroking it while he lapped up her juices. His continued attention caused her to quiver as spasm after spasm erupted through her body.

The room was quiet now, an eerie quiet. The only sound was Cassie's muffled weeping. Her heart felt as empty as the cold, stuffy office, but her body was alive. She searched her mind for a way out of this degrading situation. Nicks voice broke her concentration. She heard real concern in his voice just then. 




Scoundrel



"Are you ready to go home?"

"Yes." She answered faintly. 

Nick turned Cassie over so that he could look her in the eyes. Now she was breast up with her arms stretched out over her head. Eyes pleading. Nick scooped his arms behind Cassie to support her back. She gasped when he leaned over and began teasing her nipples. He wasn't letting her go. 

"When we were at the restaurant," he spoke between nibbles, "I wondered how far you were willing to go." 

She could feel her nipples tighten in his mouth, feel his teeth on her. It was hard for Cassie to balance over the couch in this new position so she locked her ankles around Nick's hips. 

"I'll do anything...just tell me what to do and I will," she pleaded as her mind raced. "Just untie me and we can...whatever....." Cassie's voice trailed off with a moan. The attention Nick was giving to her titties was paying off. 

Nick caressed Cassie like he genuinely cared for her. He caressed her like they were lovers from long ago. He stopped for a moment to lean over to kiss her on the lips. It was as if he was apologizing up front for what was about to happen. Cassie closed her eyes and moaned an approval as he explored her mouth with his tongue. When Nick pulled away she strained her body up to continue their connection. In this heartbeat they were one.

Nick licked a trail back down to her nipples, "Cass, do you know who I am?"

She closed her eyes, "You're Nick." 

"I saw the look on your face when you came out of the bathroom. Did you look in my wallet?"

Cassie shook her head, "No."

"I'll ask you one last time. If you tell the truth, things will be easier on you."

"Nicholas Green, financial advisor."

Nick thrust his dick into Cassie's slit she spoke, repeating, "Do you know who I am?" in an angrier tone.

The sounds that came out of Cassie's mouth scared her. She was screaming, crying out now, not from fear but from ecstasy. After months of masturbating, feeling a dick inside of her was incredible. Her pussy read every ridge and vein on his muscle like fingers trailing over brail. She was so wet that Nick almost slipped free each time he pulled back. Cassie felt that, and used her muscles to draw him deeper. She hadn't expected it to be like this. Having a new man made her feel worthy. She wished her hands were free so that she could touch his body too.

Strands of Cassie's black hair were plastered to her face with sweat. She was working hard now, meeting each thrust of his with her own. Cassie struggled with her breathing. "Free...free my hands and...and I'll tell you..." 

Her statement angered Nick. He was in control here not Cassie. Nick pulled out abruptly leaving Cassie's body bouncing like a Slinky. She lay there in pain not sure of what to do next. There was no comfortable position to be found. Her back, arms and pussy were sore. The only relief she felt was when her captor was inside of her. In those moments the pleasure overrode her pain. Cassie thought she was going crazy. How could anyone enjoy being raped, the whole notion was absurd. Is that what this was? Maybe it wasn't. Cassie's mind flip flopped as she became further unglued.

Nick was disappointed that the sex couldn't continue. He really wanted to fuck her but he needed to know how much she knew. Nick softened his tone hoping she would be less frightened of him. 

"Let me do it to you..."

"You just did it to me," she said, sarcastically.

"Let me do it to you here." Nick squeezed her ass tightly. "You have a gorgeous ass. Can I fuck you in it?"

Cassie tried to bargain with him. "Untie me and you can." 

"I wanna fuck you in the ass, Cass," Nick rhymed, as he took her response as a yes. He laughed to himself because he had no intentions of untying her. Nick massaged her ass, peeking every once in a while at the tight hole between her cheeks. Cassie knew the degree of pleasure that was coming. Walter used to like this position but had long since stopped. As Nick pressed the head of his dick against her opening, she was reminded of the good old days with her husband. Cassie held her breath in anticipation while Nick coated his dick with more of her pussy juices and then eased in slowly. 

After what seemed like forever, his cock rested in its final destination. He stroked steady and deep allowing Cassie to get used to the feeling as he leaned over to taunt her. His voice was made for seduction, "Do you let your husband fuck you like this or have you been saving it for me?" he swept the hair from the back of her neck and bit her lovingly. 

Cassie didn't dare tell Nick that Walter didn't want to touch her at all. The last thing she wanted was his pity. 

"Cass, answer me..." 

She whimpered as he picked up speed. "What do you want me to say?"

"Say that you're sorry you didn't meet me first." Nick's chest was cradled by her back as he tormented her. 

Cassie enjoyed the alternating sensations of his wet nibbles and his warm breath as he spoke into her ear. "No." She cried, feeling loyalty to her husband. Cassie knew what Nick wanted to hear but wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

Nick stood up straight and pounded her ass harder. "I remember the look in your eyes at the courthouse. Did you look at Walter like that the first time you saw him?" Fucking Cassie was a surreal experience. 

"Umm...Nick..." She let out a long, low moan like he was hitting the right spot. "No." She groaned, finally answering his question.. 

"The next time you fuck Walter are you going to be thinking of me? Wishing it me inside of you?" 

Cassie closed her eyes and surrendered.

When Nick saw the slightest hint of a nod he realized that she had made her choice. She had answered his question honestly and that pleased him. Now it was his turn to please Cassie. 

"Whose ass is this?"

"It's yours. I belong to you." She had nothing else to lose now.

That was just what Nick wanted to hear. Her simple admission was a license to fuck her anyway he pleased. "That's right Cass and I'm gonna make sure you don't forget it." Nick had a firm grasp on her hips and was hammering her with a vengeance.

"Nick..." She gasped. Coherent thoughts left Cassie's head as he pumped in and out.

The feeling of Cassie's asshole gripping his dick was almost too much for him to take. "Yeah baby?" 

He tried to think of all sorts of nonsexual things to prevent himself from climaxing. 

The sound of his skin slapping against Cassie's echoed in the hollow space. As her skin became wet and slick, the front of her body created suction against the warm black vinyl. It was almost the same feeling as falling asleep in the summertime on her family's plastic covered sofa. 

"Nick...my...my hands..." Cassie's hands had become free from the file cabinet but were still bound together. She didn't try to get away with her new found freedom. She just maneuvered herself to the floor to relieve the stress on her back. With that tension gone, she was sure to cum soon.

They repositioned themselves on her balled up shoulder bag, which elevated her hips, and then continued to fuck. That short break from stimulation was just what Nick needed because he wanted to last as long as possible for Cassie. The fact that he had already cum once, worked in his favor. It meant that he needed to harder and longer for the second nut. 

Cassie moaned nonstop from the pressure of Nick inside of her. "How does it feel, Cass, while I'm stretching out your ass?"

Nick was talking to her, but it was hard for her to respond. Her words came measured with each thrust of his, "It...feels...so...good." Cassie had never felt such gratification with Walter. 

"Do you like it fast or slow? At the courthouse you seemed like the make love slow type of chick...but look at you now."

"Fuck me harder," Cassie managed to get out, each word separated like a syllable. 

She screamed as Nick slammed deeper and faster. Every now and then there was a hint of discomfort but it was nothing she couldn't handle since it was unintentional. They were going at it so vigorously that Cassie's exposed skin was being rubbed raw from friction on the rug. She gritted her teeth and sucked up the pain. 

Suddenly there was frantic pounding on the door. Someone was yelling something that she couldn't understand. Nick slowed down his assault until Cassie made her feelings known. 

"Don't stop Nick."

"Where do you want me to cum?" he panted, as he granted her wish. Nick reached underneath her and stroked her clit as he hit her from the back.

"Everywhere...in me...on me..." 

Never in her life had she felt such euphoria. Cassie closed her eyes, attempting to own this experience. She began grabbing at the carpet and biting her lip as her orgasm clawed at her insides then erupted around Nick. Cassie lay still fearing that any more stimulation would break her. Now she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was such a thing as feeling too good. Cassie was spent. Nick selfishly kept on moving deeper and harder, causing her to shake wildly as another orgasm riddled her body. She started muttering incomprehensibly from the caldron of pain and pleasure she was trapped in. 

Surprisingly her contractions didn't cause Nick to cum. He was on his way now but they were interrupted again by pounding on the door. The yelling they had heard before was muffled by the approaching sirens. He pulled out prematurely before he climaxed leaving Cassie to pull herself together. She curled up into a primal mass overcome by the experience. Nick moved quickly around the room, ignoring the woman he had been inside of. Cassie watched despondently as he gathered his things and then left her lying on the floor in a pool of sweat and cum. The distant sound of a closing door ushered in the realization that Nick had fled. 

"Don't leave me here...please." She struggled to get to her feet. Cassie began to scream like a mad woman. She was still screaming when her rescuers broke down the door to find her naked, confused, and alone.

* * * * *

All parties involved sat in the judge's chambers and waited patiently while Detective Sloan scanned his notepad. He crossed his leg and then began his testimony. "At 4:32 PM on July 27th I responded to a call on the 6400 block of Torrent Street. An anonymous tip called into the station that a woman's screams were heard. It was also reported by a witness who was out walking his dog, that there was a tied up woman being assaulted in an abandoned building. He had seen them through the small window in the door as his terrier was taking a leak on the nearby tree." He cleared his throat, "My partner and I arrived at the scene and found Mrs. Parks naked and tied up."

"What happened next?"

"She was cuffed."

"You untied her only to handcuff her?" The judge asked.

"We mistakenly thought she was a prostitute. That's the type of neighborhood she was in. The situation was cleared up and she was released."

Judge Baker asked her next question, "Mrs. Parks had been raped?"

"No she stated that the sex was consensual and didn't want to go to the hospital or press charges."

"Was Mrs. Parks injured?"

"The only visible injuries were rug burns from the sex."

Walter stood up and began to pace the floor. Knowing that his wife had fucked someone else was bad enough, but now he had to hear the sorted details.

"Are you alright Mr. Parks?"

He looked over at Cassie and shook his head, "Yes your honor." 

"Would you like a break?"

"No, your honor," he answered dryly.

"Then I'll need you to take a seat."

Walters jaw twitched as he took a seat beside his adulteress wife. The judge took a sip of water and then asked another question of the detective. "Did she tell you who she was there to see?" 

"Yes, she supplied us with the name Nicholas Green."

"Did you question Mr. Green?"

The detective shook his head. "No, he fled the scene before we arrived. We have had trouble locating him. Mrs. Parks had lost the business card and didn't remember any info it contained, including the cell phone number. We questioned the hostess who took their dinner reservation at the supper club and she didn't have any new information."

Walter interrupted, "You had dinner with this guy? Were you dating him?"

She looked at her husband, "It wasn't like that. It was a business meeting." 

Things were looking worse by the minute for Cassie.

The judge glanced at Cassie who was avoiding eye contact as she asked her question. 

"Did Janell Rivers remember any pertinent information?"

"No. Mrs. Parks' friend, who had been in town for moral support during the dissolution of the marriage, was interviewed before she returned to her home state. She confirmed that they met Nicholas Green together at the courthouse the day of Walter and Cassie's divorce hearing. She also confirmed that she and Cassie Parks spoke to Mr. Green over the phone about financial planning. He seemed excited and informed about his profession but she was still leery." 

Detective Sloan gave an opinion after he was done reporting the facts. "I wouldn't be surprised if the card was bogus anyway. We believe that Nicholas Green was the con man's alias."

"What evidence supports that theory?"

"He had Mrs. Parks meet him at an abandoned building to conduct their business and the fact that he has completely dropped out of sight."

"Wasn't it easy to tell that it was an abandoned building?"

"Well, maybe abandoned is the wrong term," he explained. "A more accurate description would be vacant. It was vacant office space. We talked to the buildings owner and he states that the space has been empty for several months. He had no idea that someone had broken in and was using it."

Judge Baker looked skeptically at Cassie and then back at the detective, "It would seem like Mrs. Parks should have taken the lack of furniture as a red flag."

He flipped the page in his notebook, "Not necessarily. She stated that the suspect had a plausible explanation."

"And what was that?" Judge Baker seemed anxious for the answer.

"He had just moved here from out of state and was storing things in the space for a few days while his office downtown was finished. There were moving boxes scattered all over the location." Detective Sloan uncrossed his leg to shift in his seat.

"Was any evidence gathered from his belongings?"

"No, all of the boxes were empty. We did however collect fingerprints. No matches were found in the system."

"Was DNA collected?"

He grinned like a dirty old man, "Yes, several semen samples were lifted from around the room. Apparently they not only had sex on the rug, but also on an old couch and in the hallway near the bathroom."

The judge tucked her hair behind her ear as she scribbled on her legal pad. "If Nicholas Green didn't lure Mrs. Parks there to rape her, what was the purpose?"

"We all found that out a few days later. Mrs. Parks called me and said that her bank accounts had been drained."

"Court records state that Mrs. Parks was a housewife that made extra money by babysitting. How much money was taken?"

"A substantial amount." The detective confirmed, "Four years ago her grandmother died and left her an inheritance. There was some property, which her husband helped her sell as well as a cash settlement. She invested the money and did quite well for herself but recently liquidated the stocks in light of these divorce proceedings. Mrs. Parks explained to me that she was thinking of moving out of state and needed the cash to obtain a new residence and live until she was gainfully employed."

Walter saw how uncomfortable his wife had become and didn't care. When Cassie reached for his hand in support, he pulled away. Walter didn't make eye contact, ashamed of all that had been said about her. He had also been there on the night in question. The police had called him to pick up Cassie who was too shaken to drive. Two things struck him. One was the sweet nutty smell of sex in the air, and the other was the way his wife looked. Even her humiliation couldn't hide the glow. Walter knew that his wife was a highly sexual being. He also knew that it had been months since he had touched her. That added up to an explosive combination. The whole drive home Cassie has a smile that rivaled the Mona Lisa. That was the tell tale sign that Cassie had enjoyed whatever she had endured. The whole thing sickened him and underscored that he was doing the right thing by divorcing her.

Detective Sloan continued, snapping Walter back to reality. "Mrs. Parks had neglected to tell us that the man had made off with her personal information and financial records, until it was too late."

"Did she say why she left out that pertinent info?" Judge Baker sucked the end of her pen cap as she processed the info.

"Embarrassment. It was bad enough that she was found tied up and naked. Even though divorce proceedings had been started, she was still married and in effect cheating on her husband. She told us that she didn't want her husband to use that against her. The fact that this crook stole her life savings...money she was going to use to make a new life for herself after the divorce just made matters worse."

"Is there anything you want to add?"

"No, your honor," he finished up.

"Thank you. You may go."

After Detective Sloan left the judge's chambers, she looked at Walter Parks. "Is there anything you would like to add?"

"Yes. I still care about my wife's well being. The fact that we weren't compatible as husband and wife has nothing to do with the unfortunate situation Cassie currently finds herself in." he swallowed hard, pushing his disgust to the pit of his stomach. "For that reason, I am upping her divorce settlement to cover the full amount stolen from her." 

He showed the check to Judge Baker and then handed it to Cassie who was overwhelmed with tears from her husband's generosity. 

"The official record should state that I have offered an additional forty thousand dollars on top of the agreed upon settlement with the stipulation that she move away and not come back for at least five years. Cassie's escapades have not only embarrassed me and my family, but have damaged my business too."

After the proceedings were over, Cassie leaned over to thank him. 

"You don't know what a difference this will make in my life Walter." She bit her bottom lip.

"I could sit here and say that you met a con man that took advantage of you but we both know it was more then that. Just take the money and go. I don't want to deal with you anymore." 

* * * * *

Nick fled the day of the incident and never went back. He knew that if he had stayed to see about Cassie the police would have been hot on his trail. As things stood, he didn't have his woman but he had a shit load of her money. To him it seemed like a hollow victory. 

The day the divorce became final marked the day Cassie no longer had any ties to Salt Lake City. With the negative publicity from the theft of her money, she had lost all of her babysitting clients. Parents didn't want their children in a daycare run by a depraved dingbat. After all, she had been a married woman who fucked that scoundrel. Now that she was single, she had no place to stay. Cassie considered moving back to Denver where she had grown up and also where her dearest friend Janell lived. The only thing holding her back was the droves of family members there. They were one of the reasons she was so eager to move away with her new husband seven years ago. 

One thing Cassie knew was that the state of her life couldn't get any worse. The light at the end of the tunnel was a well worn business card that read Nicholas Green. She packed her suitcases and bought a one-way Amtrak ticket to Omaha. Cassie had never been to Nebraska before but had fond memories of the day her cyber lover told her about it.