The Agent's Surrender (closed)

[zydrate]

<<caution/warning: extreme violence including (but not limited to) torture, drug use, abuse (mental and physical), degradation...you've been warned>>

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With a small sigh, Nicole Mason sat in the interrogation room as she waited.

Usually, she was on the other end of the table, the one doing the questioning. But tonight she wasn't. No. With the two guards behind her, it was obvious Nicole was not the one in charge. She was under arrest after giving herself up no less than two hours ago. Her stomach was hurting from the beating she took as they had restrained her before cuffing her. Which was funny because she didn't even put up a fight...hell, she didn't even have a weapon on her.

With the back of her hand, she wiped the last of the blood from her mouth just as the door to the room opened and in walked Agent Mark Daniels.

"So, Mason. The list of charges against you are pretty long. How about doing us a favor and just confessing because the paperwork and all..."

"No." It was a risk but it was one worth taking. After all, they were the corrupt agents, not her. Her evidence was still in hiding and if she could just get to it, then they would get their due.

 

[RawDog33]

Agent Daniels sneered in response to her curt, quick “no” as he paced behind her. Mason turning herself in had been an unexpected wrinkle in his plans. To be honest, it was a major disruption. She had been undercover for months now, and her investigation had implicated Daniels and a number of his subordinates in a complex drugs and guns running ring.

They had nearly caught her a couple of times in the last month, actually. Turning herself in had to be a last resort for her. He snickered. Hell, at this point, police custody was probably the safest place for her. In this interrogation room, Daniels couldn’t properly unleash his full range of “skills” upon her.

He needed to get her to a much more private space. For now, he had to play this one by the book.

“You know, it’s a funny thing about this paperwork,” he mused. “Records. Work history. I know you claim to be a cop, but... we’ve got no record of you anywhere...”

 

[zydrate]

((collab via email))

As much as she wanted to lunge at the man and strangling him, the cuffs on her wrists prevented her from doing so. Instead, she looked up at him, her lip was bruised and had some lingering blood on it and she was pretty sure her right eye was turning black.

"Yeah, that's a real funny thing..." She shook her head and laughed, "At least my 'nonexistent' records make me more of a cop than yours do."

“If you say so,” Daniels replied calmly, setting a manila file folder on the table, closed, as well as his paper cup of coffee. He took a seat across from her, and picked up and opened the file, keeping it from her view for a moment before pulling out a photograph.

He placed it within her view on the table. “Do you know this man?” he asked her.

It was a man she was well acquainted with, her one and only link back to her “real” life. Her undercover handler, Special Agent Richard Harris.

Nicole didn’t react. She kept her expression perfectly placid as she quickly took a look at the picture of Harris.

>>Flashback<<
Their kiss was deep and hard...just as it always was when they met in private...

No one in the bureau knew of Mason and Harris... in fact, he was the one who got Nicole into all this.

It had been too long. Richard tried to check in with her, in person, once a week, but things had gotten a little crazy lately. Richard was hungry for her, and sitting amongst the crowd, watching while she danced and stripped, only served to add fuel to the fire.

As soon as her stage routine was finished, and she’d collected the stray dollar bills, she had practically dragged Richard into a private room for a “dance.”

Her panties, which was all she had on, had hit the floor as soon as the door shut behind them...

They had a special thing between them… it was evident the first time they met..the first time they went out for drinks and then back to Harris’ place for drinks and well… you can only guess from there. Nicole never in the past had mixed business with pleasure but this one time was different.

It was knowing Harris that got her in the situation she was in now. He had told her about the case and she agreed to only because she knew she could pull it off. All those years of ballet lessons were going to pay off in the worse way… God, her mother was probably spinning in her grave because of it.

The case had been simple, go undercover as a stripper and then find out more about the case on the inside. Only Harris knew Nicole and her role. He had pushed himself into the case only because of their ‘past’. The sex was just a perk and a way to get the information Nicole had learned over to the bureau. Her life literally was in Richard’s hands.

“Fuck, I missed you..” Nicole grunted just as Harris entered her. The music playing outside was the perfect cover to Nicole’s screams of pleasure that were about to come..

 

[RawDog33]

Richard, at that point, was a man overcome with lust and desire. His pants were down around his ankles, and he had Nicole on her back on the couch, her legs splayed wildly out to either side of him, and he drove his length roughly into her cunt again and again.

There would be no stopping them now.

He fucked her with every muscle in his body, holding her in place even as his hands roamed over her sexy curves, squeezing at her large breasts and juicy ass and hips, grunting with every thrust.

Their eyes stayed locked the whole time he pounded into her, and they both knew exactly when the inevitable eruption would ensue...

 

[RawDog33]

(Collaborative post)

“Fuck me baby...” Nicole panted to Richard as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He was getting close to cumming, and they both knew it. He roared in response to her words, his thrusting gaining in momentum and aggression.

His hands grasped at her head, pulling her hair back roughly as he removed his throbbing cock from her pussy.

He wasn’t ready to cum just yet.

“Suck my dick, slut,” he growled at her...

Nicole was out of breath and she could feel the aftermath of Harris’ fucking here and she knew she’d be delightfully sore later on...

When he pulled out, she looked up at him, his cock throbbing mere inches from her face..

Richard’s grip on her hair tightened. There was just something about Nicole that brought out the aggressor in him. He pulled her face towards his cock, pushing it into her open, willing mouth, and groaned with pleasure as he felt her greedy lips wrap around him...

What the hell was it about this man? Nicole thought when he shoved his cock into her mouth and started to fuck her eager mouth. She had never been like this with anyone. Their first time together was virgin mild compared to what they worked up to now. Now, Nicole would ended up bruised and sore but Richard didn't fare any better. It was like they were made for each other...

Nicole worked her mouth just as she knew how he liked it. Sucking and licking.... him shoving it deep down her throat that it made her gag...sometimes he would hold it there until she was almost near the passing out point...

It wound up being a very extended “private dance.” Some two hours, they had locked themselves away. Besides the benefit of the intense sex, it was an easy way for Richard to ensure she had the extra cash she needed to do her undercover job properly. Of course, they spent a little time debriefing, with Richard taking plenty of notes and later transcribing them into a proper file. They were getting close.

*****

Back in the interrogation room, Agent Daniels asked Nicole again: “yes or no. Do you know this man?”

"Nope, never seen him before," she told him, not bothering to look up at him. She was careful to keep her voice on a neutral level and of course, not to look at him. Yeah...she knew him and a few of those hot and dirty memories flashed in her mind. They couldn't have figured out her and Harris' connection. They were careful to keep things under wraps...

Daniels smirked at her response. “Of course you don’t.”

“And of course, if you don’t know him, you’re probably unaware of what happened to him...” Daniels mused...

She should have kept up the ruse but she knew she let out a telltale sign of her wanting to know what he was talking about. The last time she and Harris talked was just 2 days ago...

“Not particularly.”

Her voice and demeanor changed without it meaning to...

All too casually, Daniels tossed another photo from the file down onto the table for her eyes to see.

It was Richard. On the floor in his apartment. In a pool of blood.

“The coroner is calling it a suicide.”

This time, Nicole did react. She looked at the photo before trying to reach for it and that’s when she remembered her hands were cuffed to the chair.

It too late to try to hide what she did... instead she looked straight at Mark this time... But she was unable to say anything as she grit her teeth hard..

“Funny how you turned yourself in, just a day after this happened,” Daniels said.

“I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.”

She didn’t bother to respond.

No, this was not how it was supposed to be. They had to have gotten to him... she studied the picture further but it was all quickly snatched away and she was left staring at the blank table top.

“Just between you and me, I’m investigating it as a murder,” Daniels said, placing the photos back in the folder.

He sniggered. Another photo came out, but he held it concealed from her.

“What were your whereabouts last night, around, say, 3 AM?” he asked her.

 

[zydrate]

(another collab)

"You couldn't investigate your way out of a paper bag," Nicole said, not caring about the consequences of what her smart ass remarks were going to do to her. When he asked about last night, Nicole shrugged, which hurt to do so, "I was at your mom's. Bitch can put out, that's for sure."

“My mother died ten years ago,” Daniels responded sharply, before tossing another photograph onto the table in front of Nicole.

“That’s you,” he explained, “a block from Richard’s apartment, with one of your, ahem, customers, from the strip club,” he said. “Taken at 3AM.”

Yep, that was her... with Ricardo... she had been taking him to Richard's apartment after telling the guy it was her place. Once there, she and Richard had done a little 'off the books interrogating' of the man, who was a low-key player for another big boss she and Richard were building a case against. Ricardo left the place with a broken nose and a tag on his head that if he told anyone, Richard would find him and take care of him. After that, she and Richard had a little fun of their own before Nicole had to leave.

That was the last time she had seen Richard alive.

"OK, so you have this all planned out, what do you want me to do? Beg you to not press charges against me? Beg you to spare me and that I'll tell you everything I know?" Nicole laughed bitterly and pushed the picture back at Daniels. She knew it was a lost cause but she said it anyway, "I want my lawyer."

“Oh, you’ll be begging all right,” Daniels snickered, before nodding to the goons standing behind Nicole. In the next instant, blackness surrounded her, a thick bag covering her head, and a moment after that came the sharp pain of a night stick cracking across the back of her skull.

If that didn’t knock her unconscious, the blow of her forehead hitting the table in front of her probably did the trick.

 

[zydrate]

When she came to, with a splitting headache, she found herself lying down on a hard surface, still in utter darkness; her arms and legs sore and outstretched, in the shape of an X.

Her wrists and ankles were bound.

Her jaw hurt like hell, and she quickly realized there was a ball gag strapped to her face, in her mouth.

And she was definitely naked.

Her first instinct was to yank her wrists to test the bindings but didn't dare move. Instead, she listened...listened to her surroundings...anything to give her a clue as to where she was.

Nothing.

She couldn't say anything so instead, she moved her head from side to side... that was a mistake because her head throbbed like nothing...