Agent Swann Fbi

Agent Swann, FBI: Fucked, Blackmailed and Impounded

Chapter 1 - Standard Procedure

It was a gray, bleak morning with an overcast sky. A damp chill hung in the air. Special Agent Natalie Swann looked out the passenger seat window of the agency-issued car, watching the mist-covered fields of last year's crop pass by. It was Ross' turn to drive, which meant no radio to lighten the mood, but that was fine with her. It was too early in the morning for music or cheery talk shows anyway. She checked her reflection in the rearview mirror, frowning at what she saw. She had not applied much makeup today and she looked tired from the long hours she had spent on duty. The dark circles under her large brown eyes had not been there at the start of the week and had only grown more prominent by the day. Her features seemed worn, drained. Still, she looked gorgeous as always, her natural beauty refusing to give way to the rigors of time and hard work.

Natalie had not slept well for the past few days, her subconscious working the latest case put on her desk even in her sleep. Much like her father, who had been an agent just like her, she had never been able to let go of a case before it was solved, and would dedicate every waking hour, and sleeping hour as well it seemed, toward its conclusion.

"So what are you thinking, Tali? Just another dead end, or will we find something of use this time?"

Natalie looked over to her colleague behind the wheel. Daniel Ross was ten years her senior, but still hadn't been promoted past the rank of special agent. He claimed he liked it that way, but she knew that was a lie. She didn't want to end up like him, spinning her wheels year after year before waking up one day and realizing her life was never going to change. No, she had ambitions. She was going to keep climbing the ladder and make a career rivaling that of her father, who had made Deputy chief of staff in management before he retired five years ago.

"It can't hurt to have a look around. That witness may not have been credible, but it's worth a shot. Besides, it's not like we have any better leads to go on. Makes you sick thinking about that bastard walking free."

"Yeah, there are a lot of those freaks out there, kid. Remember, Swann, we're just here to ask some questions. I want no heroics from you."

She hated it when he called her 'kid'. She may be younger than him, but at 28 she was hardly a teenager anymore, and far from the innocent choir girl he made her out to be. She had seen things, done things, that would make his puritan head swoon if she told him.

"Whatever you say, boss," she said with a smirk, watching a flock of birds take flight across another gray-misted cornfield.

* * *

Twin Pine Meadows, despite its pretty name, looked just like any other trailer park Natalie had seen, at least around this desolate area. A circular piece of flat land strewn with old rundown vehicles and rusted mobile homes, surrounded by dense dark woods and a nearby creek. Unidentifiable debris littered the muddy ground, and a broken swing dangled from a tree branch on its one remaining chain, making creaky noises in the mild breeze. Near it, a stray dog sniffed through the contents of a toppled trash can. Everything looked worn and overused, not unlike the image of a junkyard.

It was as good a place as any to live for those who preferred their privacy, she supposed, as law enforcers tended to avoid these areas if they could and let the inhabitants settle their own business. Unless suspicions arose of a serious crime, of course, like murder. But she couldn't shake the creepy sensation that crawled down her spine whenever she visited here. This morning, that feeling seemed worse than ever. With that sense of foreboding looming in the back of her mind, Natalie pulled up her coat against the early morning chill and signaled for her companion to get moving.

"You take the East side, and I'll start over here. Keep the comms open and notify me if you see anything suspicious," she said.

"Well, well, now who's the boss?" Daniel replied with a chuckle, but then gave her a serious nod and headed toward the far end of a line of shadow-shrouded buses and old trucks. Natalie turned, checked that her Glock 22 sidearm was still in its shoulder holster, as she always did for good luck, and walked up to the nearest RV. So far she hadn't seen a single soul out and about--well, except for that dog which was still nosing about the spilled trash--and she wondered how these people would appreciate a wakeup call from the law. She guessed she was about to find out.

As she neared the first group of what looked like old school buses converted into some kind of living space, a huge black rat crossed her path. She jumped back, a spike of adrenaline surging through her veins.

"OK, calm down, Tali... just stay cool and this will soon be over..." she mumbled to herself. "...can't wait to get out of here, this place gives me the creeps."

She reminded herself of what the witness had said. They were looking for a fat guy living in one of the biggest buses or mobile homes, at the edge of the trailer park, near the encroaching forest. So they would go around the place, each on their respective side, until they found something that could meet that description.

How people could live in such a squalid place was beyond her. At least, they could have cleaned up their surroundings, made it look less like a truck cemetery. But they seemed happy to dump anything they didn't need next to the place they lived in. She had to be careful not to step on trash or kick at empty beer cans as she progressed along the old vehicles. She was light-footed and made almost no sound as she walked. As she reached the farthest point from the parking lot, she noticed something that might correspond to the description. Her stomach knotted at the sight and she once again brushed her arm against her handgun.

"Ross, I think I've found it. Northwest end of the park. I'm going to investigate more closely," she whispered on the radio.

What she stood before was a complete semi, connected to an 18-wheeler with what looked like a cut-out and welded-together hole in its side functioning as a makeshift door. It was by far the largest home in the area, so chances were this was the place the witness had referred to.

Sneaking into the woods for cover, she approached the place on silent feet, moving from tree to tree, to get as close as she could, trying to spot any movement through the windows, or listen for any sound coming from inside. A flash of long hair near one of the dingy curtains caught her attention.

"Our guy's not alone, looks like a woman, or a girl, might be with him," she added on the comms before clicking it off.

* * *

"Dad... Daaad! There's someone out there!"

"Whaaat? Shut the hell up kiddo, let your old man sleep!"

"There's some guy in a suit walkin' door to door, looks like. Never seen 'im before. Wonder what he's doin' here."

"Aww, it's just some stupid sales guy, like that dumb asshole last week. Come on, kitten, get back to bed."

"No, wait, dad! There's another one behind the truck, in the woods! I think she's carrying a gun."

"What are you on abou....FUCK! Get in here, keep quiet and stay out of sight, NOW!"

"But they're comin' this way, dad! What should we do?"

"Do as I say and get the fuck down! Hide under the bed or somethin', just stay back. I'll take care of this. Shit! Those fucking Feds...can't leave an honest, hardworking man alone for one sec..."

"You never worked a day in your life, dad."

"Shut the fuck up and get under the bed!"

"Whatever."

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Where the hell's my fuckin' shotgun?"

* * *

Natalie held her breath. She had heard some muffled noises from inside the trailer, sounding like voices. She listened hard, trying to guess what was happening, but there wasn't much to see or hear. Maybe the trailer was shifting a bit.

"Ross, there's movement inside. I think we've been spotted. No need to hide now. I'm going to knock at their door. Hurry up!" she radioed. Then she walked out of the trees. Now that the action had begun, she felt calm and composed. She moved with no obvious hurry so as not to look threatening, yet she was ready to grab her gun if needed. She came around the trailer to the door and knocked on it three times.

"This is the FBI. We would like to ask you a few questions."

"Shit, you're right, there's two of them. I can see them both now. See if you can spot anyone else, and let me know if you do, but STAY QUIET!" Joe instructed his daughter, who had already slipped underneath the family bed. Then he moved up to the front door.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming! What's the rush this time? Can't a man get some sleep around here without being bothered?" he grumbled as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. He kept his shotgun out of sight tucked under a newspaper, but within reach should things go south.

As the door opened, Natalie's trained eyes scanned all the details, looking for any potential danger. Seeing nothing of immediate concern, she relaxed a bit and managed to keep a straight face despite the smell of unwashed body odor that wafted from the fat, half-naked man who stood in front of them. Keeping her right hand close to her gun, she showed her badge, while Ross was doing the same, one step behind her.

"What can I do for you on this beautiful morning, officers? Or is that... agents? I can never remember. My, my... that's one sweet ass if I ever saw one," he whistled, giving Natalie a long, lewd stare that slithered all over her slender form.

The man's stare was so obscene it felt as though he had just run his tongue all over her body. She might as well have been stark naked instead of wearing her very formal, patented FBI black costume. Her vest hid most of her curves, but as she had left it open to allow her quick access to her gun, it revealed a bit of her waist and chest. She had a slender, athletic build and always flattened her breasts with tight sports bras, but to that slob it seemed to be enough to put his imagination on fire. Feeling the onset of a blush, she tried to put an end to his rude inspection by going straight to the point.

"I am special agent Swann, and this is special agent Ross. We would just like to ask you some routine questions, sir. May we enter?"

"Mmm, yeah, I'd welcome that tight ass into my humble abode anytime," he mumbled, grabbing his crotch through his yellow-stained underwear as the hot, black-clad agent walked by him into what functioned as the mobile home's kitchen.

Natalie feigned not to notice his open inspection of her feminine charms, although his dirty underwear did grab her attention, straining as it was to hold in some bigger-than-average genitals. How could this man be so obscene in such a serious situation? In all her years of investigating and interrogating low-lifes, she had never encountered anyone quite like him. She wasn't sure whether to be shocked or amused, or feel...something else... at his frankness.

Upon entering, she and Ross made a quick routine check of all rooms. The situation was clear, although there might be something under the big bed. There was more than enough room under it to hide a person, and there were other parts of the truck that were hidden behind dirty tarpaulins that acted as walls. Of the woman she had seen earlier at the window, or thought she had seen, there was no sign.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of such fine company, come to see ol' Joe, eh? Come in, dear agents, make yourself at home. Anything I can get you? A shot of whiskey perhaps? A foot massage? Hey, if you're looking for a real man, sweetcheeks, you found him. I could take reeeal good care of you!"

This time, Natalie had to turn around, pretending to observe the room, in order to hide the full blush that had come onto her face. She didn't want that guy to see it, and even less so her colleague. That slob was disgusting! He smelled of sweat, urine and cigarette smoke, yet he was so confident... His behavior was sparking something in her loins that she had always been ashamed of and wanted to hide at all costs. Biting her lip, she tried to focus. By her good fortune, Ross took this opportunity to recover some of his leadership.

"As special agent Swann said, we have some questions to ask you. Let's take a seat at the table," he said. As they sat down at the crumbs-covered kitchen table, he looked up at the still standing Natalie. "Agent Swann?"

"I'll join you shortly. I just want to take a look around first," she said in a voice that was meeker than usual.

Joe did not try to hide his wide grin, showing a set of crooked, yellow-stained teeth as his eyes followed agent Swann's tight, suit-clad ass into his bedroom.

"Goin' straight for the jackpot, are we, hot buns?" he yelled after her. "Well, don't start without me! Sorry I can't join you right now, but if you give me a minute to get rid of this other guy, I'll make it up to you, I promise. I know juuust what you like, baby!"

Joe could tell that the male agent--Ross, was it?--did not approve of his rowdy behavior, but he couldn't care less what some fancy suit thought of him, not while intruding in his home!

Natalie felt a shiver run down her spine at those words. Somehow, his voice, his demeanor, echoed with her deepest fantasies. Images of bondage and rape flashed in her mind. A bead of sweat formed on her temple. She took a deep breath to chase those ideas away. She knew she should react, she should say something about those obscene allusions he was making, but she felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. So again, she chose to just let it pass. She took another breath, gave a circular glance of the room and came to sit down at the table, facing the disgusting jerk.

"Sir, what were you doing on the night of..." Agent Ross' voice began, though Joe stopped listening the second the male agent started droning off the standard questioning procedure. He had been through this all before, multiple times, and it never failed to bore him. He was much more interested in that stunning piece of ass that occupied his bedroom at the moment. It had been a long time since he'd seen such a fine bitch, and there was something about her that seemed...off. It was almost as if she enjoyed his lewd advances, or just soaked them up instead of brushing him off like most women in her position would.

His mind filled with images of her hot body bent over the end of his bed, tied down and helpless as he fucked her hard from behind, one hand yanking a fistful of her hair to force her to arch her back, and the other holding her own gun to her temple. He saw his fat belly slap against her tight ass on every upthrust, his coarse pubes mingling with hers...if she had any hair down there...maybe she was smooth? Yes, she looked like a shaver, he decided. The rush of power from the potent image got him hard under the kitchen table, and he sucked a strand of drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Sir? Will you please answer the question?" Ross said.

"Huh? What was that?" Joe turned back to the agent sitting across him, annoyed at the interruption of his fantasies.

As if summoned by his mind, the hot female agent reappeared, taking a seat next to her colleague at the table, right in front of him. His eyebrows rose at the sight of her, as did his erection. This close, he got a better look at her, and she was gorgeous! Long, silky brunette hair wrapped up in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, big brown eyes and high cheekbones, full, sensual lips and a straight, cute nose. She looked young, and yet experienced. Perhaps in her late twenties. His eyes dropped to her chest to evaluate her assets there. She had small tits, he saw with dismay, too small for his tastes, but they looked firm and perky behind that crisp white blouse. Judging from her movements and her bearing, she seemed fit, though he couldn't see much bare skin in that suit she wore.

"Did you have a nice time in there, honey?" he asked her in his sleaziest voice. "Next time I might just tie you down a little harder so you can't escape so easily."

No sooner had he stopped speaking when he realized he might have pushed things beyond what was tolerable, and that his words may have sounded a bit too much like a threat. He held his palms up to placate the agents. They were Feds after all, and there were limits to what he could get away with, even here in his home. But as long as their attention was on his foul persona, they might be too distracted to see anything they should not.

The moment she sat down, Natalie regretted it. At that distance, Joe's smell was much stronger and had now decomposed into its base elements; foul breath, unwashed armpits, rancid sperm, stinking feet. It was hard for her to concentrate on the interrogation as she was focusing her mind on keeping a straight face, despite the turmoil of disgust and dark fantasies that churned inside her. Of course, Joe only made things worse with his choice of words, waking up mental images she had tried to block since puberty. It made her very uncomfortable, and she left her colleague to lead the questioning, which was rather uncommon for her.

Joe reached out with one bare foot under the table and let his big toe trace a daring path up along the inner side of agent Swann's shin. In the meantime he gave absent-minded grunts in response to the other agent's interrogation, "Huh, uhuh, yeah, mmmhm..." as his focus remained on other, more important matters. He first felt her polished black shoe, then her loose pant leg, and followed it upward. To his surprise, he got as far as her knee before she shifted and squeezed her legs together to stop his advance. Yes, there was something odd about this one. If he didn't know better, he'd say she was aroused!

Natalie bit her lower lip at the sudden touch. She gave a little jerk that made Ross pause in the middle of a sentence. Then she froze as the clear print of a toe slid up her inner calf. How dare he? She was an FBI agent, she had come here to question him, and he dared to treat her like she was some common slut in a bar!

Suddenly she realized that she was indeed behaving like a slut. His foot had already reached her knee while she was reflecting on how to react. She blinked a couple of times, as though to wake herself up, and clenched her legs together. She did not like the smug expression she saw on Joe's face.

Alas, that did not stop the slob from continuing his assault. His foot now attacked from the outside of her left leg, pushing under her pants. His cold, moist toes touched her bare skin, and she felt a jolt of disgust. She jerked her legs away, making her bump into Ross, who once again made a pause and even looked at her, puzzled by her unusual behavior. Natalie felt herself sweating. Her face must be glistening under the bare bulb that hung from the ceiling.

"Ain't nothing I wouldn't do to you if I had the chance," Joe then said out of nowhere in a breathy voice, puzzling Ross and shocking Natalie, as a new rush of perverted images flooded her mind. This time she imagined herself kneeling on the dirty floor of the bedroom, her arms contorted behind her and tied to the bed frame while Joe raped her mouth with an impossibly huge and filthy cock; or her being wrapped and bound to that very kitchen table and him ejaculating immense amounts of sperm all over her naked body while he used the overhead bulb to burn her nipples. Even worse images tumbled at the back of her consciousness, where she was strangled, peed upon... This was getting out of hand.

"I... I'm sorry..." she said, pushing her seat away from the table and standing up. "Ross, I have an urgent call to make. Do you mind continuing this without me for a moment? I'll be just outside..."