Agent Swann Fbi

Agent Swann, FBI: Fucked, Blackmailed, and Impounded

Chapter 6 - Breakfast in Bed

Natalie lay awake in bed, her tired mind sorting through the recent events of what had been another strange and humiliating day of her messed-up life. She was lying on her back, her body stretched out on the soft mattress on the side of the king-sized bed where she usually took her sleep. That much was normal. Just about everything else, however, was aberrant to her senses.

To begin with, her arms were pulled up high above her head with her wrists shackled to the bedframe by her own standard-issue handcuffs where Joe had locked her up before tucking in for the night. Likewise, at the foot of the bed, her ankles were tied to the elaborate black steel frame with longer ropes that he seemed to have brought for this express purpose. This arrangement left her in a position uncomfortable enough that she would not have been able to fall asleep even had her mind and body not been assaulted by a great number of other distractions, the chief of those being the noose around her neck.

An innocuous but sinister length of nylon rope had been wrapped around her throat, forcing her to hold her head at a slight angle on the pillow-less mattress just below her stretched arms. The loop had enough slack in it that she only had to pull her shoulders upward a little to relieve the pressure that it put on her neck, but it was also short enough that she couldn't sink down limp. After a few hours in this strained position, her neck muscles and shoulders had started to cramp and were causing her no end of grief. Any movement, no matter how small, caused the taut line to dig into her sensitive windpipe in the most uncomfortable way. When that happened, she had to be very careful not to cough or gag, or at least not be too loud about it, or she might risk waking up her bed companion from his peaceful slumber. Already, he had woken up once from her fretful stirring and had tightened her bondage to even harsher levels before rolling over and going back to sleep without a word. After that, she had been more restrictive with her protests.

Trying to avoid moving her noosed head, Natalie shifted only her eyes to look toward the left side of the bed, where under normal circumstances a partner of hers might rest. That space was now occupied by a huge bulk of walrus-like proportions. The shadowy mound rose and fell in irregular shifts as it breathed, accompanied by a disgusting gurgle that did not even sound much like snoring. The wet, rattling noise burrowed into her brain no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, and with her hands tied above her head, she could not even plug her ears to keep it out.

She strained her eyes as far left as they would go in their sockets and stared angry daggers at the fat shape of Joe Carter, the most unsavory mate she could ever have imagined sharing her bed. He was so heavy that his bulk slanted the mattress toward his side, forcing her to lean in the opposite direction to avoid being sucked down against him. Even without the choke rope threatening to strangle her to death, such an act of deplorable intimacy might cause a similar outcome for her, she thought with a sarcastic sneer. A sneer that changed to a pained grimace as she pictured herself drowning under a mountain of stinking, hairy blubber.

Still, she could not help but give the huge, man-shaped mound a longing stare in the dark. Joe had hogged all of the pillows to support his upper body, and the lion's share of her thick, fluffy down covers lay wrapped around his fat shape—as if his sweaty ass needed to be kept any warmer! Meanwhile, Natalie was left shivering under the single thin blanket that was all the shelter Joe had allowed for her naked body. At some point during her struggles in the night, even that meager protection had slipped below her breasts, leaving them bare and undefended in the cold night air, nipples hard and crinkled as they pointed toward the ceiling.

Of course, it did not help that before tucking in for the night, Joe had cranked the AC up, turning the bedroom climate from a pleasant 68° F into arctic winter. Apparently, that was the way he preferred it, which did not surprise her considering how much sweat and grease that obese flesh of his seemed to produce. Even now, she could feel the sickly heat radiate from his fatty hump. But rather than warm her up, that sensation just made her shiver all the more.

Natalie clenched her fists in frustration, ignoring the slight sting as the narrow metallic bands of her handcuffs dug into her wrists. Despite the unpleasantness of it all, she could stand the chill, the discomfort, and even the humiliation. It was the destruction of her property that galled her the most. Her fine Egyptian cotton bedsheets would be forever tainted with that vile man's stink, and like most of her things that Joe had come into contact with since this home invasion of his had begun last night, they would have to be thrown out or burned when this nightmare was over.

But would it ever be over? The sudden thought gave her a new kind of chill. With the amount of material that Joe had on her by now, he could blackmail her to oblivion, and she would be helpless to resist it. She did not know what his endgame was, but no matter what happened next, it would not be anything pleasant for her, that much was certain. So far, she had managed to endure these ordeals by telling herself it would only be temporary, and that she would soon be able to go back to a normal life again. But deep inside, she had always known that to be a lie. How she could have ever been so stupid as to think otherwise when she had first set this madness into motion, she would never know. But now here she was, having to deal with the consequences of a series of actions that may very well change her life for all time to come.

No matter how much she hated Joe for what he had done to her, she could not help hating herself more. How the hell had she managed to get herself into this crazy predicament? It was as if her normal, intelligent self had taken a vacation, allowing some dumb, horny floozy to take over her faculties for a day. There was just no way she could justify having put herself in this position, and part of her blamed no one but herself for what was now happening. She would almost have been happy to pay the price to make amends for her stupidity, had it not been so serious a predicament. If she ever got out of this mess, she may not have much of a life to return to.

As far as her inner dark desires went, Natalie had now sobered. Having lived out her fantasies, and hurting everywhere as a result, she had had enough 'wild adventures' for an entire lifetime and had no desire for a repeat performance. If anything, she was intent on making it clear to Joe that she would never repeat what they did. And she meant it. The magic of the fantasy had evaporated, only leaving pain and shame and all the risk involved at work. Was this why he kept bugging her though? Did he somehow hope for more? Perhaps he even expected her to go along with his perverted games of her own free will? It wouldn't be crazy for him to continue viewing her as that brainless thrill seeker after all the dumb things she had said and done at his place. He kept telling her that he knew she liked what he was doing to her and really wanted it deep inside... Should she just ask him to stop? Convince him somehow that this was not what she wanted? Could it be that simple?

These, and a hundred other thoughts rushed through Natalie's head as she tried to find a more comfortable position on the bed. Her stretched arms had begun to ache from their raised position, and her wrists were chafed raw from having to support the weight of her hands against the enclosing metal cuffs around them. Without the blanket shielding her upper body, goosebumps pebbled her skin. But she would rather freeze to death than move anywhere near that fat slug for warmth.

"FRAAARRBP!"

The loud fart emitted by her corpulent bed partner was not the first one to grace her ears—or her nose—tonight, and she suspected it would not be the last either, but this one was strong enough to make her turn toward him with a disgusted expression on her face. She half expected to see brown burn marks through the white cotton duvet surrounding his backside. The man was such a pig!

As if triggered by the release of man-swine flatulence, her belly churned again, sending bitter bouts of bile up the back of her throat. With the amount of filth that had been forced into her stomach over the last evening, she was not surprised by its reaction. By now, most of the urine that she had drunk must have made its way through her digestive system as she could feel her bladder starting to protest with ever stronger jolts of discomfort. The slob had not even left her with the means to get up and relieve herself! Was she going to be forced to wet her own bed like a little girl before this night was over? That thought made her blush in the darkness with renewed shame.

There wasn't much to do for Natalie but lay there and wait for morning, trying to swallow and breathe past the constricting noose around her neck, struggling to keep her cold body from shivering too much, and her mind from falling into despair, all the while having her ears plagued by her snoring walrus companion.

Just as she was about to drop off into exhausted sleep, another loud fart ripped through the air, along with a gurgling snore. She almost screamed but knew she could not risk making a sound that might wake him up, or she would be in for even more punishment. Instead, she bit her lip until she tasted blood and twisted her long bare legs together to try and stave off her bladder's imminent release. She would not allow him the satisfaction of seeing that happen, no matter how long this night would last.

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Joe woke up feeling great. He was in a bed far softer and more clean-smelling than he was used to, and could not help but grin as he remembered where he had spent the night and who was resting beside him. Without opening his sleep-grainy eyes, he rolled over and flopped out his hand to grab at a hunk of female flesh wherever that hand landed, which happened to be on a bare breast the size of a small apple. Smiling at the feeling of firm feminine softness under his hand, he tightened his fingers around that fleshy mound and used the grip to pull the naked female toward himself. As was his want in the morning, he found himself in the mood to snuggle up to a warm body. This particular body did not seem to want to come near him, though, or maybe it was just hitched up on something. He pulled a little harder. A croaking sound reached his ears, as if from someone choking, and he suddenly remembered the setup he had left the agent in last night.

Releasing the tit-grip, he slid his hand further up along her body. She was warm, smooth, and pleasant to the touch. He felt her throat, the snug noose still wrapped around it, the beat of her pulse strong in her neck. Then he found her chin and cupped it to turn her face to his own so he could kiss her. He shuffled closer and parted his crusty lips. His morning breath must stink, he knew, and he was glad he did not have to smell it himself. It was a sloppy kiss, his fat tongue slobbering all over her lower face as he searched for the elusive entrance between her lips. He kept his eyes closed against the annoying light falling in through the windows, relying on his sense of touch to find what he wanted. As those puffy agent lips compressed against his own, he forced them apart with his tongue. Delving deep into her mouth, he fused their faces together, pushing her head into the mattress and ignoring any muffled sounds of protest she produced.

He inched his hips closer to hers, making sure she felt his morning wood against her body. He always slept in the nude and had insisted she'd do so as well. Mornings were his favorite time of day, at least on this particular day, and he wanted to take advantage of this golden moment for as long as it lasted. There was no better way for a man to start his day than with a long, slow fuck, at least not when that fuck involved a young hot brunette agent. He broke the invasive kiss and pulled back to look at her.

"Good morning, hotcakes. Did you sleep well?" he said, sounding much nicer than he intended. His good mood was spilling over, it seemed.

Two huge, gorgeous brown eyes met his, blazing with angry fire. But there was no verbal response. He sighed. Trust that haughty bitch to ruin his fine morning! The least she could do was show him some courtesy. He churned up some chunky saliva at the back of his mouth and spat the messy loogie right into those large brown eyes. She blinked and turned her head away, her cute nose scrunching up in disgust even as her movement caused another constriction of the noose around her throat, forcing her to choke if she wanted to keep facing away from him. Right now it seemed she'd rather suffer that torment than look him in the eye.

"Now, let's try that again, shall we? I asked you a nice question, and I expect an even nicer response."

He pulled her head back by her chin to face him again. She still looked pissed, her visage reddened from both heated emotion and a good bit of strangling. With a visible effort, she softened her features to something approaching civility.

"Good morning. I slept very well, thank you," she said in a cold, monotonous voice filled with such unconcealed sarcasm that he had to chuckle. With that cross look in her eyes and his spittle still sliding down the side of her nose, she could not hope to display the professional comportment which the FBI demanded of its agents, at least when on duty. And he had a feeling the good little law-abiding Agent Swann never really went off duty.

Joe just grinned down at her flustered face, knowing that her strict bondage prevented her from moving away from him any more than a few inches in either direction. Her naked, operative-fit body was all his to enjoy, and he took his time looking her over in the soft glow of the morning light, presented and stretched out as she was on the bed in all her sexy, helpless glory.

While he licked the lingering taste of their kiss from his lips, he placed a fat finger on her sternum, drawing it down between her perky breasts and over the hard flatness of her belly. There, his finger encountered the edge of the blanket she had slept under, and he flicked it down to her feet, exposing her lower body, which was as bare as his own. The dense bush between her loins was the same color as the hair on her head and just as mussed and untamed. Taking the rough shape of a triangle, that thick patch of fur stood guard over her womanhood, although she had seen fit to shave the nether lips all smooth and shiny. He liked the contrast. It made her cunt look both wild and prim at the same time, which matched Swann's personality bang on. He toyed with her pubes, finding them soft and springy, their natural curls wanting to wrap around his fingers as he stroked, pinched, and tugged on them.

While he molested her nakedness, he kept looking into her eyes, reveling in the impotent rage, frustration, and embarrassment he saw reflected there. It was as if a constant struggle was taking place within her over whether she should submit to his degrading treatment or fight back against it. Joe already knew what the final answer would be to that question, but that did not mean he could not enjoy watching her suffer the indecision.

He leaned down to take a hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking, biting, and pulling on it with his teeth and lips—not for the sake of her pleasure, but rather for his own, wanting to taste the body that would soon become his property. He licked a circle around the smallish breast and then drew his tongue up along her exposed, clean-shaven armpit, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. He ended up at her neck where he bit into the noose and pulled at it with his teeth to tease her into a response. She kept staring up at the ceiling, pretending not to notice anything he was doing with her, though the strained look on her face told him otherwise.

"I have plans for you today, agent sweaty-pits," he said. "You and I are going to have some fun over the entire weekend, in fact. I think it's time you started to learn your place and how to obey me like a proper slave, hmm?"

That finally got a reaction out of her.

"I'm not your slave, Joe. I never will be! We had a deal. I do as you say for one night, and then you return the videos and leave me alone. Or are you not man enough to hold up your end of that deal?" She looked livid now, face reddened, eyes blazing.

Joe smiled. "I like your spirit, tiny-tits, I really do. But don't test my patience. We both know that this was never going to be a one-night thing. It was fun while it lasted, sure, but that game we played is over, and you lost, brown-eyes, you lost big time! I own you now, and I'm going to take full advantage of that victory. I suggest you learn to conform to the rules I put down for you as soon as possible, or things will start to get much harder for you. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Joe spoke with a hardness to his tone that almost surprised himself. But he needed to reinforce the seriousness of his words at this point.

He looked down at the agent, who still struggled with her harsh bondage. She did not look so tough now, despite how hard she tried to make it look like she was in control. After a long pause, she opened her mouth to speak, and when she did, it was in a much calmer and more composed manner. Though that bitchy undertone was still there.

"OK... I will do as you say. Now let me loose. These cuffs hurt and I really need to use the bathroom."

"Are you making demands now, cockyhead? I thought you were smarter than that." He shifted his bulk in the bed so he could raise his hand and then brought it down across her cheek with a resounding slap that seemed to fill the entire bedroom. The blow was hard enough to leave an angry red print on the side of her face.

She coughed once and turned her head back to the center, meeting his firm stare. Although still defiant, there was something else present in her eyes now as well. Resignation? Doubt? Fear? A hint of it at least. No matter, he was going to bring those feelings out in full soon enough. Once she realized the hopelessness of her situation, she would have no choice but to come around and beg to crawl at his feet. Or maybe not. There was a strength in this one he had never encountered before, not even in his dear departed wife. He had to be careful not to underestimate her cunning. Unless, of course, he could put her talents for use in other ways... He gave her another slap to the opposite side of her face, an even harder one to set her straight.

This time she took a little longer to recover, and when she turned her face back to him, he could spot a glistening sheen in those big brown eyes of hers. Oh yes, he was getting to her now.

"I'm... sorry, OK? Please stop hitting me. I'll do as you say, just... please let me loose."

That almost sounded like begging. He liked that. Her long brown hair looked messy and tangled, fanning out all over the mattress. He grabbed a bunch of it close to her scalp and tightened his fist until her facial expression showed more pain than defiance. Then he leaned down close to whisper in her ear, "Better, but not good." While he was down there with his nose buried in her thick hair, he took the opportunity to inhale a lungful of her sweet scent, letting her pheromones travel straight down to his cock, which now lay like a hardwood log against her silken thigh. Its steady precum leakage had already smeared her skin there, leaving a sticky line across the smooth tan flesh as if to signal what was to come.