Fifteen minutes into her
workout, Angela was sweating. Not
glowing girly like, but dripping wet from physical exertion and erotic distress.
Her sparring partner was a heavy leather covered bag hanging from the shading
rafters covering her back patio. Naked,
she liked the feel of fight-exercising in her own pelt.
High kicking and punching,
she sent the bag swinging fore and aft, back and forth. To an observer, one could almost see a
pattern, a sort of a dance in her un-ending attacks. Grunts and cries of effort combined with
impact thuds of foot and fist striking the inert opponent. Breathing hard, her firm athletic body
constantly moving sent her unbound breasts into a motion that approached violence. Lithe curves and crevices of light colored skin
covered female flowed with pure fluid eroticism. She thrived as a sexy lethal bitch, her
contrasting submissive quirks kept more or less personal.
As to concealing the later,
a muffled cough from Angela’s left reminded her that privacy was a relative
luxury. The old fart next door was spying on her again. She didn’t mind as long as he stayed put and somewhat
obscure. Past voyeuristic exposure had
him wise enough to remain behind the privacy fence and enjoying the show. Anymore and she would have made sure there
was hell to pay.
Using her own derivation of
several martial arts techniques, Angela kept on the offense never thinking
defense. Her muscles ached, her fists
and feet hurt from striking the dummy stand-in, her breasts were sore from
their self beating. The tiny clips biting into her nipples and enraged clit fired
into vivacity her embrace of ‘No pain, no gain”. Her mind was focused on
employing controlled aggression while enduring stimulating self-torment. Her
sex was awash with the sweetness of rousing pain-pleasure surges. Breathless and excited, it was time to wind
down, to savor just the pleasurable aspects of the intense workout’s effort and
the constant sensuous burn provided by the purposefully placed multi barbed
Moving to a pad, she folded
into a lotus position and strained to accept silence and peace as good. Breathing deeply, she began to feel the
tension drain out of her body and relaxation flowing in. A gentle breeze cooled her skin while the
lingering ache of the exercise and the triple sexually exciting torment converged
to send her loins to fluttering. It was time to release the clips and savor the
after rush of sweet agony.
Suppressing any outward
indication of the tumultuous kick that surged from first one released nipple
and then the other, Angela internalized the throb transforming the fervor into
a self-gratifying carnal rage. Liberating her screaming clit minutes later
released a discharge of sensually ethereal opiates.
Following through with a flicking
caress of her pulsating clit, the tremors of an impending orgasm brought her to
lying on her back, legs spread open. Carnally
incensed, Angela used her free hand to unconsciously maul her breasts and further
abuse their protesting crowns in turn. Beyond
shameless, two fingers roughly dipping in an out of her vagina to produce real
surges of carnal delight, the turbulent climax was a perfect intoxicating conclusion
to the session. Moaning with post-coital gratification, Angela inwardly
smirked. Contentment was so over blown; sex without the erotic inclusion of
pain was bland to empty.
Disturbing Angela’s twisted
serenity, her phone was ringing. Coming
off the indulgent high, she let it go to the answering machine. It was her boss Frank, he wanted her to come
in and discuss a job offer. She’d call
him back when she was ready to play. Her
immediate need was another carnal deliverance and a long hot shower. After that
it was time to move on. This was just
about as much of harmony and peace that she could take. Being one with the
Lotus Blossom was simply ridiculous.
Beginning a cool-down
stretching routine groans from behind the fence indicated her aged neighbor had
enjoyed her exercises about as much as she had.
There was always the possibility that he was having the big one, but
that would be his poor wife’s problem. Angela
had another agenda.
Frank usually assigned
jobs, those that were routine to mundane.
An offer meant he had a more exacting operation in mind. The best ones
provided exciting reality escapes from the ordinary. The urgency of his phone message placed this
latest proffer in that category. Other than feeding her insatiable appetite for
edgy sexual fantasies, nothing else could make Angela happier.
1 Assignment Accepted
shit,” Angela whispered.
array of photos spread out before her were of attractive women in the prime of
their lives. She guessed their ages from
their early thirties to mid forties. The theme that
tied them together was all had gone missing from productive, satisfying lives. As
of yet unsaid, Angela expected that they had fallen prey to unruly desires and very
likely would never be seen again. Her
boss confirmed suspicions that the latter was the case.
holy about it,” Angela’s boss Frank grunted.
“I see the devil’s work here.”
disagreement, her eyes drawn to the images, Angela asked, “How many are there?”
that we have been able to string together,” Frank answered. “There are probably more.”
than being female, obviously into leather accessories and missing, is there any
other connection between the women?” Angela asked on automatic. She didn’t add the obvious: all of the pictures
depicted the women in various stages of undress and provocatively adorned with edgy
the aspects of her job was to find missing persons, dead or alive. Alive was always the preference. Sometimes being
a private investigator involved messy. Working dirty and playing the slut were
business decisions. Frank didn’t call on these talents often, but when he did Angela
was inclined toward feeling pleased.
things,” Frank answered pouring a cup of coffee, “but, as of yet nothing that
is case closing. Worse, these particular situations are on the local cop’s back
burners or inactive.”
kidding,” Angela responded tearing her eyes away from the scattered photos. Most of the women were nipple pierced, several
had labia rings. “I would think a series of missing females connected in some
way would be nationwide front page news.”
never joke Angela,” Frank said with a firmness that left no doubt he was
serious. A characteristic he was known
for. “And as you will discover, this is
an international affair. The women are
from a number of different countries.”
did we become involved?” Angela asked her employer a security and private
investigative firm operating out of Miami.
many of our major customers running for their lives from angry citizens,” Frank
answered, “business was slow. The
Chairman instructed our analytical section to package up some work for us…sort
of like law firms do in class action suits.
An Interpol data search struck pay-dirt.”
Angela responded glancing back at the photos, “from what you are telling me, other
than these near nude glamour shots and apparent affinity for steel and leather paraphernalia,
these individual women were part of their normal societies…not whores working
the edges of life in obscurity. Someone
reported their disappearances…are worried about them.”
you would be dead on,” Frank said, taking a sip of coffee. “However, these
cases are not routine. The lack of police interest and no publicity is on
purpose. The families involved want it that way. They were rich bitches with elite lineages,
and apparently liked their sex on the rough side. Therein lays an embarrassment
factor. You see to various extents the alleged victims were active participants
in their disappearances. From what we
can determine, these photos were advertisements of a sort.”
heart skipped a beat as her sex began to fearlessly twitch. On a fantasy level,
she might have more in common with the missing women than their looks and age
range. She couldn’t be sure, but Angela detected a look of trapped passions in
each of the women’s eyes, their stunning bodies clearly posed in a provoking manner.
The leather collars and cuffs, ringed
and stud filled flesh and crops and whips draped or laying about left little to
the imagination. Frank’s continued brief only added to the inescapable turmoil
stirring her own sense of challenging restlessness.
the setups that led to these vanishings appear to be consensual in nature,”
Frank droned on seemingly unaffected by the bizarre nature of what he was
relating, “there are suspicions a series of criminal seductions took place. Uninhibited sex, sexual slavery,
pain-pleasure trips…that sort of thing was involved to various degrees. That’s
where we come in. The consensus of the families is that they want closure done
with a discreet finality.”
Angela responded. This case was not about tracking down a series of runaways. Frank
reinforced that there was an untidy side that added a carnal complexity to the package
he was outlining.
the women,” Frank continued, “took sabbaticals or life breaks, during which
they vanished. As these photos attest
too and several other factors indicate these retreats included S&M tinted rendezvous.”
notes left behind…diaries, email files?” Angela asked her nipples hardening.
that one can draw a conclusion from,” Frank answered his expression one of
had to know more than he was exposing to Angela: the chances that a number of like
women could have just vanished without a clue was a near impossibility without
a common director. She sensed he was
carefully choosing his words, the impression one of caution and the withholding
of information. He was her boss, but she
sensed it was going to be her butt on the line.
needed to be more forthcoming about the case and she began to insist as much
when Frank suddenly turned to face her and said, “Before I go any further are
you in as in volunteering to work with us on this case?”
could formulate an answer, there was movement behind her and a male voice
saying, “Sure she is.”
Jack,” Frank smiled. “Glad you could join us.
I know you and Angela are close acquaintances.”
are,” Jack Savage answered with a trademark wide grin as he placed a hand on Angela’s
shoulder. “We’ve been close friends for quite a while.”
fought to keep from laughing with an outward expression of distant
professionalism. Jack and she were not only buddies. They were sparing partners
in and out of bed. Only a night ago, they had wrestled and screwed each other
senseless. Moreover, she had given Jack keys to her very private proclivity for
pain-sex. That made his presence at the meeting somewhat disturbing.
Frank asked again, “can I count on you being part of our team? Jack put in his highest recommendation for
you to serve as our undercover bait. He
said you were perfect for the job of attracting our man into a trap of our
making. I agreed.”
I thinking of that scene in a movie a few years back,” Angela responded with a
wary smile, “where a live goat was tied out as bait to draw in a meat eating
dinosaur for the tourists to see. You know the one where the camera looks away
and then back and the goat is gone…as in eaten whole.”
Frank and Jack laughed, Jack harder than Frank. Frank was the first to speak.
chance here,” Frank said with returning seriousness. “We’ll have you wired and
constantly under observation by agents armed to the teeth.”
not wired,” Jack said squeezing Angela’s shoulder. “There is a factor here that prevents being
yes,” Frank nodded turning to Angela.
“You see Angela along with these interesting photos, the one connection
the women do share is that they all went on a “mid-life crisis” sort of
vacation. Not only that, but they went to the same secluded resort, one that is
famous for its nude anything goes life style.”
going undercover in this case,” Angela filled in glancing back at the photos,
“means bare ass naked.”
so,” Frank confirmed.
not only naked,” Jack added with a little too much enthusiasm, “but bait
naked…as in advertising yourself in a way that makes sure you draw in the right
what will you have me do,” Angela asked, “hang a fucking sign around my neck
pleading to be spirited away into sexual slavery…or worse?”
on Angela,” Jack said releasing Angela’s shoulder and moving in front of her.
“You’re a drop-dead beautiful woman and know damn well how to turn on that
take-me vulnerability aura of needing to be fucked and dominated. If things go wrong you know how to take care
of yourself. A combination that is
perfect for this op.”
Jack’s crass observation, Angela turned to Frank and asked, “And how many
agents are going to be closely monitoring my every move…and curve, mound, slit
of the best,” Frank answered, his expression one of discomfort. Something was
on. You’re not telling me everything,” Angela insisted her suspicions mounting.
Frank said spreading his hands out as if sloughing off any responsibility, “off
and on this case has been your baby for the last four years. It’s time to be upfront with Angela.”
to nail the right flesh dealer,” Jack said avoiding eye contact with Angela, “you’re
going to have to play the role of an uninhibited pain slut…and actively submit
to suffering in sexually abusive scenarios.”
bet is the males that hang around at the resort will be on you like flies,”
Frank added. “You’ll probably have to get personal with more than a few of them
before the one we are looking for makes a convincing move.”
screwing with me,” Angela retorted, the brief adding bizarre on top of weird. “The
firm would never condone an operation like this.”
turning to face Angela, Jack responded with, “You’re right. This operation is
closely held with few knowing of the plan. For reasons you will find out, going
unconventional is the only way we have a chance to end this creep’s career.”
risks sexual and otherwise….”
huge for you,” Jack interrupted. “During
the time frame that you are going to be there the resort holds its quarterly S&M
gala. Weeks afterwards coincides with the rough timelines of the disappearances.
This upcoming event is the first following the last alleged victim’s vanishing
act. Dangerous and exciting I would
say. Just the reason you are going to
between wanting to laugh or scream, Angela did neither. Instead she sighed and answered with, “Shit…an
erotic kink centered gala. This is going to be the death of me.”
have to go sometime,” Jack smiled, “and at least you’ll be living fast out on
the edge… playing rough to the very end.”
that makes me so fucked,” Angela moaned. Jack was using carnal knowledge to
trap her into this dangerous assignment.
Her private inclinations should have been off limits. Her boss didn’t help with her building reservations.
we have not found any evidence of a terminal outcome in the disappearances,”
Frank said with a pained grimace. “But, there is a possibility we are dealing
with a serial psycho. For sure, you are going to have to suffer some rough
stuff to draw out the right pervert.”
thinking that will be the easy part,” Angela responded glancing back to the
photos laid out on the table.
evidence pointed to a professional at work in the disappearances. Additionally, indications were that the women
were actively receptive to provocative sex to include erotic pain. An opportunity opened for them to vanish into
a more exciting life-style, and knowing or not the inherent risks, they took
was envious to a point; and while not much did, that scared her.