Beasdale and Ambrose escort the terrified Florence dressed only in her undergarments, to a position in front of the spectators.
Barefoot and busty, Florence is presented for the appraisal of the prison-ship's soldiers and sailors. Deprived of female companionship for the hundred-day voyage, the men of the convict ship feasted their gaze on the prisoner's shapely young body -- her womanly hips, her hour-glass waist, and the twin mounds that rose from her chest like the islands of a South Pacific atoll.
Chilled by the sea air, or perhaps by trepidation, the tips of her magnificent breasts stood out boldly, invitingly.
One of the red-coats, a rugged young a Shropshireman named Benjamin Yates, whistled softly under his breath. "She's a looker, ain't she mate?" to the man next to him. "Aye, that she is," Londoner Daniel Corby responded. "Crikey, I'm as hard as a mizzen-mast already." Then, cupping his hands, he bellowed, "C'mon, Cap'n! Let's see what she's got!"
“Alright,” I finally said, when the warmth of the drink had spread sufficiently, and I felt able to listen to the rest of this damn story. “Firstly, give me the details. And secondly, where do we go from here?”
The Pezak nodded.
Actually, I thought it was about time he introduced himself properly.
But perhaps his real name was another secret not meant for everyone's ears.
For his part, he sipped his drink before starting. “Your...'colleague' C2 must have an agenda of their own, or - more likely - be following the agenda of a third party. C2 led you to believe that they had made an appointment for you with me, while you were very credibly sold to us as a client.”
He took another small sip while I just sat there, letting my cigarette smolder unsmoked, and listened. “We only found out that something was wrong when Amber found your reaction to the events in the 'corridor'...worrying. It wasn't what you would have expected from a customer after her wildest imagination had come true.”
I wondered what reaction would have been 'normal' after this ordeal.
Everyone knows that I like quite ...outlandish games at times, but the 'reception committee' scenario was way beyond even my craziest dreams. “When you were asleep, and at the same time as Amber began her investigations, the probe that you had unwittingly smuggled in was also found. We were quickly able to identify the probe as OITC-technology. Amber also informed us that C2 had forged the signature on your consent form and that we had obviously been duped.
It was only at this point that you were identified as an OITC agent. We then obtained the video footage and further information about the probe from another of our sources in the OITC.”
I was somewhat grateful for the pause he was now taking again. “How long have I been asleep?” I asked incredulously.
I know how effectively you can work under time pressure, but that seemed like a lot of research. “Ten hours,” he replied dryly, and I widened my eyes. “Enough time for us to get to grips with C2. But without finding out much more than we already knew. I hope my friends at the Bureau of National Integrity (BoNI) will be more successful in that regard.”
He snorted briefly.
Perhaps at the thought that he had been tricked by C2. Or, more likely, because he hadn't used all the means he might have had to get them to talk.
And, it sounded as if he secretly regretted it.
While the Pezak had been talking himself into a rage, I had lapsed into a kind of state of shock.
It seemed to me as if I had blindly fallen into an impenetrably complex machine. And I wasn't even a cog in it, but at best a bit of lubricant that would be used up after a few revolutions.
The OITC, one of the most influential authorities in our country, if not the entire continent.
The still fairly new BoNI - only launched by the previous president.
The Pezaks and their “mission”.
C2, and the unknown targets he or she had on the agenda.
And in between, me, the proud Agent Clothels, who had been told just enough to be sent to the front line as cannon fodder.
And I didn't even know why they had done it.
So that was the most obvious question for me, for now. “Why?” I blurted out,” Why is the OITC doing this? Why would they send an inexperienced agent like me on a mission like this when they've already infiltrated C2?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “The OITC doesn't know how the Pezaks work. They know less about our network than the little I've told you. Even their mole C2 hasn't told them about it. We know that from a reliable source.”
Now it was my turn to snort. “Reliable?” I interrupted him. How can you be so sure after the disaster you've just experienced? In 20 years of espionage and counter-espionage, the OITC is supposed to have found out nothing about you? That's ridiculous!”
He listened to my outburst, sipping his drink before replying: “C2 was the first successful mole...”
Again, I interrupted him and the bullshit he was trying to feed me: “The first one you know of, you meant to say, right?”
I almost enjoyed taking his arrogant demeanor down a few notches.
Almost.
Actually, everything inside me tightened, in a mixture of anger and fear.
I stood up, put the glass down and threw the stub in the ashtray. “Listen,” I finally said,” you said I could leave whenever I wanted. And you know what? I've heard enough of this shit, and I've been taking advantage of your…hospitality for far too long. Where are my things? I want to leave now.”
He looked at me less surprised than a little disappointed, almost sad. “No one will stop you,” he said. “Good!” I interjected, as I was on such a roll,” so where's my stuff?”
But he remained unperturbed: “But if your life means anything to you, then stay here!”
[LmAnt] - Trading - 3
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, somewhere else in this greatest of all countries...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So they caught this C2? Good, good! What's he going to tell them?” “That's the problem, Sir, they handed him over to the BoNI.” “What the fuck? … What have these cocksuckers got to do with it? The BoNI has no authority to arrest one of our agents!” “Well, Sir, it turns out that C2 has apparently…um…multitracked, causing harm to a state institution, us. And now the BoNI can do whatever it wants with him.” “Bloody hell! How could this happen?” “You have my report on this on your desk by 0 7 hundred, Sir!” “Not a minute later, Rhonda! And what about this new girl, this...what was her name?” “Clothels, Sir, Agent C. She successfully penetrated and delivered the probe as planned.” “And her report?” “Well, Sir...we haven't had any contact with her since...” “Are you kidding me, Rhonda? She was supposed to be back 24 hours ago! Do we have another agent running multiple tracks and fucking our asses?” “Sir...” “Shut up, Rhonda. That Pezak guy got her just like he got that other asshole. Or she's been fucking with us from the start, just like him. What a shitty idea to send a civilian on a mission like this!” “She met all the requirements, Sir, and her background check was...” “I don't give a damn about your damn checks, Rhonda! Solve this problem. I don't care how. You have this...cleaner, whatever his name is...” “Harry...” “Harry! Put him to work! Immediately!” “Yes, Sir.” “Good, now do what you do best. And make an effort!” “Sir, yes, Sir!”
Do you know this? Situations that have a certain potential for conflict but are still reasonably under control, but then suddenly escalate explosively - and afterward you have to ask yourself how this could have happened?
Surely the tension I was under played a role. I'm sure it did.
Nevertheless, you would have thought that the Southern Comfort and that one puff on the damn cigarette would have calmed me down to some extent. They hadn't!
Stressed as I was, I translated this "If your life means anything to you..." into a tangible threat. "How dare you?" I snapped at him and took a step towards him with a grim expression.
He raised his hand in defense while I was still moving. And even this rather reflex reaction felt like an attack to me.
Only two additional ingredients were needed:
Firstly, I saw his hand - again more by accident than on purpose - approach my neck.
Anyone who knows me knows that this is one of my taboo zones.
That in itself would have been dangerous enough in this situation.
But what lit my very, very short fuse was his: "Now calm down!"
Bad, bad mistake!
What happened next happened very quickly and was beyond my control.
This time my attack, although spontaneous, was better organized. It's not as if I wasn't trained for something like this.
I came at him in a classic three-punch combination.
Knee to the center of power.
Left hook into the forward swing.
Right swing to the wide side.
I lack the mass for really powerful punches.
But I'm fast and accurate, and these three released everything that had built up inside me over the last few days.
And I caught him unprepared.
With incredible satisfaction, I registered his pained groan, his surprised face, the cracking of bones, and I was ready for “phase two” when my foot somehow got tangled in the fucking armchair behind me.
In a few seconds I found myself there again, after three years.
Under his yoke, his manhood ravaging me, his voice bellowing profanities and insults at me. "No! No! Stop, no! NOO!"
It was as if I was looking at myself from the outside.
The moment he had appeared at the door, I knew...
It was happening now! "No. Please, please do-"
He banged my head on the deck and ripped my thong. "Don't you pig!"
He pushed himself in me. He was so powerful.
I yelled my throat out. My voice went in the highs.
His lungs puffed heavily with each thrust.
He pushed so strong.
I cried. He was taking me already, like the beast he was.
It hurt and I yelled.
"Awww blondie my cock remembered you! It did! Yeah ya can cry, wail, sob all ya want now, I got some stuff to do."
*Man I tell you banging that whore has got me back in the days.. I feel great. That was so much better than screwing the cop and her hole where truck could park. Ohh this is gonna be a big swell time we're gonna have. I'm lighter I can tell ya. Lighter allafasudden, phew..!
Haw haw haw! Lighter. Lighter: Get it? Lighter after I spit my load in the fucking eupo eurip, europ.. Foreigner's twat! Man, I'm too funny man: Lighter, haw haw! Get it? "Now let's get this fat fish outta the pond. You're going to just lay flat on the floor too just like the other whore, get it? On the fucking floor, cop. Any move, any word, any thing I don't like I shoot your foot, get it Miss police?" I can't just keep fucking the bitches all night. I gotta stay on the move! Fuckin' Captain Carson is gonna send me the hounds. Gotta speed!*
After he had gagged the poor woman he dragged me to the kitchen and its office.
He took things that I couldn't see and and dragged me back to where the policewoman lay on the floor, shaken and shaking. I had no time to sympathize though: The brute suddenly tied my wrists behind my back. I tried to resist but it was so futile. He tied tight, and somehow I knew he did it on purpose.
Then he threw me down on the floor. "You know what? he said. " Banging that cow won't be as fun as screwing you blondie. Again and again". Looking at the the cop whose breathing was spasmodic, he grimaced plaintively: " I gave her your favourite bone. The bone!" he repeated touching his penis. "She cries and trembles and says deeos moios.."
He said all this while tying up my ankle. His eyes switched downward, then back at my eyes. "Plunging my wood in you while you do all those hot moves, calling for god or Zack, haw haw haw! God or zack, good no? Haw haw"
The nightmare couldn't have been worse ( except of course it will be) Now he was back eructing the very idiotic and freaky laughter I remembered so much. The living nihgtmare was now openly staring between my legs. My belly contracted as I felt very exposed, knowing he was going to have me at his mercy.. Again!
"Ya still only eat that shit? You fuckin' Howli - wollyh- Hollywood queers! Can't you eat a decent American steack? No, you gotta eat this sissy veggie shit!" He had left us tied up on the cold floor. Breathless, ravaged and frightened.
The gag prevented the cop to speak but whatever he had stuck in her mouth was not necessary: Each time I asked her questions, like should rescue be expected soon or was there a way I could open her handcuffs, she didn't react. Didn't respond. Too shocked.
Then he came down trailing two of my traveling gear. He picked me up then dropped me on the kitchen floor where he proceeded to wolf down - and sometimes spit with disgust- whatever food he found in the fridge. "Ya know blondie, I got locked down coz of you but -" "Cause of you, you sick pervert! You got locked down because of what you did to me! You-" "Aww shuddup whore, ya know whadda mean! In jail, 'turned out to come good for me: all the other fucks had heard about me fucking a fucking movie slut! Prestige! They'd pay me cigarettes, booze, pills to hear all about our fuckin' love story haw haw! " "Stop this! You're such a disgrace! I don't want to hear your filth!" "Hey! I like this new thing cunt! Back then you were all begging and pleading but now looks like you're more a fighter eh? Well you know what paid me most out there?" "Shut up! Can't you stop your sick, gibberish trash? "...they loved the part when I made you lick my ass! A fancy actress licking one of them ass? I tell ya they loved it. Brought such nice memories.." I felt like vomiting. Thinking dozens of men were fantasi..Oh no.. No, this was so.. so.. humiliating. "Leave us alone" I yelled angrily, furious at myself to let tears fall. "Take my suitcases, my car, my credit cards and go! He scratched his balls slowly, staring at me. Then he giggled. "Leave you? You kiddin right? You like a bulletproof vest, bitch. A fucking bullet proof vest! An ass-licking bulletproof vest.. Coz as soon we get to a ruin I know you gonna be doing it again cunt. Lick my fucking shithole."
Meanwhile, some miles away. Sergeant O'Malley has been recovered. Examination on the spot reassured everybody. "So Doc, how is he gonna be?" "He'll be fine Captain Carson but we need to rush him in." "No way you could wake him up or something? No way I can ask him a few- one question? People's lives may be at stake". "Absolutely not, captain: He's not responding well, and.. Sorry, impossible." This is a catastrophy, we've got to act fast. "I think I know .." *Is officer Perez safe? what a disaster!* "Captain!" "What? What did you say sheriff?" "Well, Captain, I was saying you know we were asked by the police of Steffensville to keep an eye on a house, related to the case was your escapee?" "Don't call him escapee, he'- What house are you talking about? Oh no, don't tell me her house is..not far? "That I'm tellin' you Captain. Tellin' you."
"Awww blondie my cock remembered you! It did! Yeah ya can cry, wail, sob all ya want now, I got some stuff to do."
*Man I tell you banging that whore has got me back in the days.. I feel great. That was so much better than screwing the cop and her hole where truck could park. Ohh this is gonna be a big swell time we're gonna have. I'm lighter I can tell ya. Lighter allafasudden, phew..!
Haw haw haw! Lighter. Lighter: Get it? Lighter after I spit my load in the fucking eupo eurip, europ.. Foreigner's twat! Man, I'm too funny man: Lighter, haw haw! Get it? "Now let's get this fat fish outta the pond. You're going to just lay flat on the floor too just like the other whore, get it? On the fucking floor, cop. Any move, any word, any thing I don't like I shoot your foot, get it Miss police?" I can't just keep fucking the bitches all night. I gotta stay on the move! Fuckin' Captain Carson is gonna send me the hounds. Gotta speed!*
Florence 5
