Serena Williams was in a bit of a tight spot. No, not that Serena Williams. And not a tight spot like down a set and a break in a major championship. This Serena's (just an alias anyway) favorite sport was a tad more physically and emotionally taxing than pro tennis. Also much more dangerous and deadly. And, unfortunately, didn't pay millions for winning. Instead, she merely got to stay alive.
She was about 5'8" and 135 lbs of chiseled muscle. Ronda Rousey would not have stood a chance against her in any MMA cage. And she was more exotically beautiful than Ronda or the other Serena. Very nice chest, legs, and ass. Naturally slightly curly raven hair. Light chocolate skin and wonderful deep, dark brown eyes.
And a really nice smile and very quick wit derived from her natural extrovert personality and intelligence, enhanced by deep study in all kinds of not quite traditional subjects. The hardest part of getting into her current predicament - and exactly where she wanted to be - was acting much dumber, less confident, more timid and even frightened for Walt. Mr. Walter Tisdell, CFO, IMT&R, who had some personal foibles she and her team were hoping to exploit.
She was currently chained to a steel plated wall - face and breasts pressed against it. Her arms extended up and out at 45 degree angles - and her legs also spread and chained. She was being whipped hard by Mr. Tisdell and it hurt. He was starting to draw blood from her naked back, butt, and upper legs. She was whimpering and crying and begging him to stop, then started screaming with every lash. Her screams would never be heard outside this soundproofed and somewhat hidden basement room in his palatial Hampton's retreat home.
The crux was rapidly approaching, it was the OTHER Walt in the room that was crucial now - Walter Jones, bodyguard and chauffeur and faithful Tonto companion to Tisdell's evil Lone Ranger persona. Serena was naked and so was Walt - and Walt had a hardon from the pain he was inflicting. Most sadists would stop once they came themselves, but some like Walter were borderline VERY sick and went too far. Way too far. It was all kind of a calculated risk for Serena and her two teammates.
Walter Tisdell WAS going to die today, and maybe Walter Jones, if Serena did not come out of that house alive. But Serena was Walter Jones' lover now, and had been for the last month. It had taken two months of careful surveillance to even figure out how Serena could meet Jones "naturally". He didn't have very much free and private time away from Tisdell. Finally they found the small rather private Jazz club he most favored for his own R&R off nights. And he finally noticed and then approached Serena the third time they were both there.
As always, Serena played it perfectly and soon ensnared and seduced him while letting him think it was all his own doing. After that they were together for hot sex whenever Jones could get off, which he did now as much as he could. Serena liked Jones a lot - he WAS a good lover and she appreciated that big dick, no doubt about it. He was also much nicer and smarter than Tisdell ever realized, or COULD realize. Jones was only in it for the money and planning his own retirement fairly soon, anyway. Yes, the "perqs" of fucking some really extraordinary pussy, mostly smaller physiqued women who seemed shy outwardly but were often almost uncontrollable wildcats when fucked by his own massive tool and Walt's kinkiness was a special perq he was going to miss.
But now Walt was losing it. Pushing the limits more and more. And it all seemed to have started with that one woman neither Walt could quite get out of their minds. That beautiful and incredibly sexy wife of another man named Elaine. She had been special, for Walter Jones especially but even Walt Tisdell. Even though Tisdell had come in her mouth, she somehow then turned him off and defeated him as a sadist. He couldn't quite get over it. He SHOULD have kept working on her. He EXPECTED Jones to have her start screaming in pain - instead she merely kind of howled in exquisite fulfilled animal lust pleasure. That did not attract Tisdell at all.
In fact, his sick ego was so "hurt" he tried hurting her some more just emotionally by sending her little wimpy husband a nice video present of her in action. He had some vague ways of tracking Elaine and Bob for their responses - but evidently they both just ignored it. Damn it. Being ignored was the worst thing and he couldn't hardly stand it. His money enabled a lot of things, including hiring thugs if he ever thought it necessary or expedient. He just might escalate it to that level and quickly. That fucking bitch.
For Walter Jones, those orgasms he had with Elaine, coupled with her own totally uninhibited "I'm yours for right now" enthusiasm and pleasure, just remained unforgettable. And so both men's pleasure with other women after Elaine inevitably lessened. And Tisdell reacted by hurting his women ever more - which was starting to sicken Jones in his soul.
Jones eventually told all this to Serena, plus his own plan for early retirement. He knew where Tisdell kept his secret safe, the one his wife didn't even know about. He also had swiped the combo by strategically placing a tiny recording camera to observe Tisdell opening it. And he knew there was a minimum of several hundred thousand cash in the safe, plus other valuables easily transportable and convertible to cash, anyplace in the world. He was just biding his time but had actually set his own timetable back once Serena entered his world. He was hoping Serena would join him. Of course Serena said "Yes!" very excitedly and wanted to help Jones out in executing it.
They needed a minimum of a weekend when Tisdell was alone in his own home. Wife off to the Cannes Film festival - check. All servants dismissed for the weekend - check - because Tisdell had a new toy, Serena, to play with and IF he got too carried away, he and Walter Jones could dispose of the "accident" without concern for witnesses.
Jones and Serena had conspired together to "accidentally" run into each other when he was driving Tisdell to his club for lunch in NYC one day. Serena ran up and kissed Jones and Tisdell did inquire who she was, and Serena turned her "oh, what a rich, powerful man YOU must be" charm on him. She wasn't exactly his type, physically, being almost as tall and even looking like she was physically stronger - but she diminished herself very well, wearing flats and acting weak and timid. Even wearing eyeglasses. He bought it, and Jones said when Tisdell finally asked, "Hell, she is kinky herself and would love it if we both did her".
Now Serena's problem was she wanted to kill Walt Tisdell, and painfully in a "sending a message" kind of way. Jones was on board with tying him up for a weekend, robbing him, and being long gone before he was found, but not murder. Serena had to play it where Tisdell WAS hurting her, and Jones would get enraged enough to let Serena do what she had to do.
And so, here she was right this minute, screaming in pain - but not the agony she was pretending. She'd already been hurt a hell lot worse in various training sessions - but Jones didn't know that. Hell, Jones might just totally chicken out. He wasn't an actual "brother" like her partners outside and Will Patton, who had given them this task, or rather asked them to accept it.
She was part of a brotherhood and increasingly sisterhood of good people bound by blood, shared sacrifice, and shared loss, and a sense of duty and honor. They looked out for each other because their country no longer would or could - at least the fucking politicians and increasingly political suck-up military leaders. So they trusted each other with their lives, fortunes, and sacred honor.
