Agent Swann Fbi

Natalie straightened from her kneeling position and threw the dirty washcloth in the pail of scrub water sitting on the floor. With a grimace, she knuckled the small of her back and groaned at the stiffness in her aching joints from the marathon house cleaning session she had just powered through. Joe had done quite a number on her home. That fat slob seemed to have a talent for messing things up. It had taken her the better part of three hours to restore everything to its flawless state after his bacchanalia last night, but, to her great relief, her precious sofa had not suffered any permanent stains or tears. After the thorough scrubbing she had given it, the shiny leather almost looked like new. The only major loss had been her coffee table, which was good for nothing more than kindling now. Still, it was a small price to pay compared to the disaster that was even now playing on her 50" TV screen, detailing in high resolution her voluntary submission to Joe on that first night of their meeting. It was strange; she knew that it had only been a couple of weeks ago, but it felt like a lifetime since it had happened.

Joe had left the humiliating video on while she worked, for no other apparent reason than to torment her further and to drive home his ill-gotten victory over a 'proud FBI special agent', she felt sure. The video must have been on repeat, somehow, as it just went on and on, with the audio cranked up so loud the speakers vibrated with every lewd moan and shameful promise that boomed out of them. As most of her cleaning duties took place in the living room, she was forced to watch the fateful film out of the corner of her eye, or at least listen to herself sounding like a degenerate, masochistic whore. Even after everything she had been put through, nothing that Joe had done to her was as humiliating as what she saw and heard herself do on that TV screen. No matter how much she hated him for trapping her with his nefarious blackmail scheme, she could not escape her considerable self-loathing at her own stupidity in attempting to live out her now very much disowned masochistic fantasies with the 'dumb' redneck.

Clearly, it wasn't enough for Joe to have her under his control dressed in nothing but a pair of slutty, sky-high heels--and a silly little white cap she didn't even know she had lying around, tied around her head to hold back her hair--making her look like some lewd parody of a sexy French maid. No, he also needed to humiliate and degrade her on a regular basis to cement his domination over her. Just hours ago, she had squatted down and pissed all over her sleeping pillow for crying out loud! How much further was he going to push her before this nightmare was over?

She was starting to feel like she was nothing more than Joe's 'conquest' now, a plaything for him to amuse himself with until he grew tired of her and moved on to someone else. The problem was that with all the dirt he had on her, she could do little to oppose him. And while she waited for that magical break to occur when she could get her revenge, or at least escape his foul clutches and go back to a normal life, things just got worse as the hole she had dug for herself grew deeper and deeper. If she ever wanted out of this trap, she needed to do something drastic, and it needed to happen sooner rather than later.

Just then, Joe emerged from the bathroom where he had spent the past 30 minutes doing... whatever foul things he'd no doubt polluted her toilet with. Natalie raised an eyebrow at him, preparing her internal defenses for whatever grief he'd be sure to send her way.

"Phew! It stinks in there." He waved his hand in the air as if to make a point. "Get in there and do some of that maid's work you're so good at. And then clean yourself up too. You're going shopping today."

"Listen, Joe, I don't have time for this. I made plans for the weekend. A friend of mine is coming over. Kayla and I haven't seen each other in months and we were going to hang out for a couple of days. You can't keep me locked up forever, not in my own home!"

"Oh I can, and I will, pumpkin, if that's what's needed to get you to behave. Now do as you're told! And then you will call your friend and tell her you can't see her this weekend. Tell her that you're going to be busy fucking your Master and that I'm more important than anyone else in your life."

The look on Natalie's face was priceless; her mouth hanging open in stark disbelief, those huge brown eyes in full-orb mode. He had to laugh at her stupefied expression.

"Relax, I'm just kidding! Give her whatever excuse you want, but make it believable. I'm sure you can come up with something good. You are a master of manipulation after all, like most of your sorry ilk..."

* * *

While Natalie was on the phone in the other room, making the call to her friend Kayla to cancel their plans for the weekend, Joe had positioned himself just outside the door, eavesdropping on the conversation to make sure the agent did not try anything funny. What he heard made him smile.

"...listen, I'm so sorry, but I can't see you this weekend. Something came up at work and I have to... yes, I know I promised we'd meet up, but I just can't... no, I'm sorry... I'll make it up to you, I swear. Maybe next... OK, bye."

Natalie sighed as she disconnected the call. Kayla had already hung up. That talk had gone about as well as she had expected, which was to say not well at all. For the past few years, she had seemed destined to let people down. Kayla was one of the few friends she still had left in her life, perhaps the only one, and she hated having to lie to her, especially since their relationship was already frayed after her previous lack of commitment. But there was no other choice. She had to keep Kayla out of this mess she had made for herself. This was her own cross to bear, and she did not want to involve innocent people if it could be avoided, especially those she cared about. She could only hope that her little white lie would not further estrange the two of them in the future or cause irreparable damage to their friendship.

At that point, Joe burst into the room and walked right up to the freshly showered but still naked Natalie. He snatched the phone from her hand and slipped it into his back pocket before grabbing the back of her head and leaning in for a sloppy, face-smothering kiss. As expected, she balked at his rude and sudden advancement, but her resistance only lasted for a couple of seconds before she allowed him to stick his fat tongue into her mouth and explore the back end of her molars. Her hair was still damp from her shower, and he wrapped a good amount of it around his fingers to hold her head in place as he ravaged her mouth with his own.

Thick, gloopy spit mixed with residual parts of his breakfast washed into Natalie's mouth. Coupled with the disgusting tongue reaming out her tonsils, it nearly made her gag. He kept rolling that vile tongue around, leaving no part of her oral cavity untouched by his slimy saliva. The ever-present taste of tobacco and grease from his poor eating- and smoking habits had become all too familiar to her by now, even as it assaulted her senses with undiminished ferocity. She tried backing away or using her hands to push him off her, but he was much too big and strong and his lips remained glued to hers, feeding her his warm spit, which she felt herself swallow in little instinctive gulps as she fought for breath. Then it was over, as suddenly as it had begun.

Breaking the kiss, Joe pushed her away from him, hard enough to make her stumble and almost fall. Then he pulled a note from his back pocket and held it out for her. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, gave him an angry look, and then snatched the note from him and read it over, her eyebrows climbing in shock as she took in its contents.

"Joe, this is too much... I can't..." she began, but was stopped by the stern look in his eyes. Knowing full well that any protest at this point was useless, she just sighed and nodded.

"Get everything on that list, and then come back here. And don't dawdle. We're going to have a little housewarming party at around nine-thirty, to celebrate my new apartment..." he held out his arms to the sides to indicate their surroundings, "...and you need to be ready by then. As you can see on that list, there are a lot of changes you need to make, and not a lot of time to do it. You should know by now that I am not a patient man. So get those long legs moving, Fedslut!"

Natalie glowered but went about retrieving some proper clothes from her wardrobe as Joe at least had the courtesy to leave her some privacy while she got dressed. The liberties that man took with her never ceased to amaze her. Did he now think he owned her home as well as her body? That was absurd! With a better-looking man, she might have found his forwardness attractive--maybe even arousing--but not with Joe. He just made her feel used and disgusted. The man had no class, no sense of what a woman wanted, if he cared at all about her feelings. Who was she kidding? Of course he didn't care about her! He was just a stupid, talentless lowlife with no future. Except now she was well on her way to becoming his future. That thought made her shudder.

* * *

Natalie pulled the car to a stop at a red light and sighed, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. For the hundredth time, her eyes drifted down to Joe's list which sat pegged to the dashboard. That dreadful slip of paper was so humiliating! It detailed a great number of changes Joe wanted her to make to her appearance--to make her more attractive to him, she supposed. Mostly, it was a list of sexy clothes he wanted her to wear for his stay over the weekend. Since he hadn't found any garments in her apartment that he approved of, she would have to go out and buy some new ones that met his requirements. But that was not all. There were far worse things stated on that note in Joe's scratchy handwriting, including a few piercings and tattoos! Some of those 'improvements', horrible as they may be, were things she could maybe make herself go along with for the time being, but making permanent alterations to her body? That's where she drew the line.

As she waited for the light to turn, she let her eyes drift over the people walking down the street; just ordinary people, families and friends enjoying this sunny Saturday noon. They looked so peaceful and happy, walking hand in hand, laughing and smiling. Little did they know what dark secrets the brunette woman in the car beside them hid behind her stylish sunglasses.

Suddenly, Natalie realized that she had started to recover some of her confidence--quite a bit of it in fact. Freed from Joe's immediate presence and influence in his closeted world of male dominance, her independent, free-spirited mind had broken out of its protective shell and once more come alive. This was the break she had needed to get her faculties back in order, and she couldn't help but wonder if Joe had made a mistake sending her out on her own like this. Perhaps he had put a tracker of some kind on her? Was that why he had taken her phone, only to give it back to her right before she left? More likely, Joe just didn't know her well enough. For as long as she had been alive, Natalie had had an amazing ability to bounce back from hardship and trouble. All she needed was some time to recharge her batteries and gather her thoughts, and then she was ready to get back in the ring for another round or two. True, she had never been tested to this extreme level before and had not been sure her strength would hold up against such blatant vileness, but the further her mental recovery progressed, the better she started to feel about her chances. Perhaps things weren't as hopeless as she had first thought. There might yet be other ways out of her predicament she had not considered. She just needed to trust her brilliant mind to come up with a solution, once it was recovered enough to function at peak capacity.

In a sudden flash of courage, she reached out and snatched Joe's loathsome note from the dashboard, tore it up into little pieces, and chucked them out the rolled-down window. She watched the bits of paper scatter like confetti over the pavement and smiled. Damn, that felt good! It was high time she stood up for herself and showed some of that legendary Swann grit that had gotten her this far in her chosen profession. Joe's overconfidence would be his fall, and she would see him and all of his associates behind bars before this was over. She just hoped she would not be pulled over for littering first, she thought with a grin. The light turned green, and she rolled on down the road toward her first destination; the mall.

* * *

At first, Natalie had considered doing some of the easier things on Joe's list while rejecting the worst ones in some form of compromise with the fat bastard's demands, but once she felt strong enough to give them all the finger, she decided to just spend the time and money on herself instead. Fate knew she needed, no, deserved, a pick-me-up after all she'd endured. And so she continued on toward the mall, not to indulge Joe's perversions, but to satisfy her own needs.

First stop was the Olive Garden. Her good mood had improved her appetite, so she ordered a rich creamy pasta with some fine wine and gorged herself. It was nice washing the taste of Joe's body from her mouth. It felt like she had consumed nothing but his spit, piss, and sperm for the past year.

With a full belly, she went for a stroll through the galleria, just enjoying the sights and the tranquil atmosphere of a normal life. For a glorious hour or two, her troubles were all but forgotten, and when she found herself back in her car with an energized body and a sharp-edged mind, she felt ready to take on the world.

She checked the clock. There was still some time left before she needed to be back home and face off against her fat nemesis. Veering off at the next intersection, she drove toward the FBI office. She had some research to do and now seemed as good a time as ever to do it. During her intermission at the mall, a plan had begun to take form in the back of her mind. If she could dig up some dirt on Joe, she might be able to use it to strike a deal with him and make him delete that compromising video of her once and for all. Though she did not like stooping to that fat asshole's level, she still found some perverted satisfaction in the idea of using his own methods against him.

As for coming in to work on the weekend, no one would think twice about her being there. She had heard all the monikers being whispered behind her back. The dedicated 'Agent Workaholic' was not known for her sensible use of her free time. For once in her life, she might be able to use that unenviable reputation to her advantage.

* * *

Natalie entered her office and sat down at her computer. She started her search by looking through the criminal database and had no trouble finding Joe's ugly mugshot. Her eyebrows rose as she noted his age. At 62, the fat slug was old enough to be her grandfather. What a dirty old pervert! As could be expected, his rap sheet was quite extensive. It seemed her guy had a history to rival the worst of them. Part of her now wished she had done this research two weeks ago instead of trusting Special Agent Ross to call the shots on that fateful day. Had she been armed with some more background information on Joe before barging into his dirty trailer, she might not have been so vulnerable to his 'charms'. Though, of course, she could not have known at the time what a mess that decision would lead to in any case.

But as she read through the long list of Joe's unlawful acts, something didn't add up. Though numerous, they were somehow only minor infractions. It was almost as if someone had tampered with the reports, making those crimes several degrees milder than they actually were. After all, Joe did not strike her as the shoplifting or jaywalking type. He had to be into heavier stuff than that. Petty theft? More like armed robbery. Simple assault? Try aggravated battery. Sexual misconduct? How about first-degree rape. She had personally witnessed the man committing several class A felonies--against her own person no less--and could only imagine what the full history of his criminal career might entail. There was also a minor notice attached linking his name to greater crimes that had been committed, but nothing sustainable. Just suspicions really, nothing that could be proven in court. If she hadn't believed such a thing all but impossible, she might have thought he had someone on the inside covering up for him.

She also saw that Joe had a daughter. Heather Melissa Carter, 19 years old. In and out of juvie. Homeschooled. "Like father, like daughter," she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. She wondered if the girl had been around during her and Ross' first visit to Twin Pine Meadows and if that was who she thought she had spotted in the window of Joe's trailer before going in. It might be possible, though she had not gotten a good enough look to say for sure, just a flash of dark hair behind the curtains.

She had to dig deeper into this mystery. But to do that, she needed help from someone more competent than she on these matters. Someone with the expertise and the means to work outside the normal, and in some cases legal, boundaries. But who could she trust to remain confidential about this? As much as she loathed the mere thought, she already knew the right person for the job.

Kate may be an arrogant bitch, but she was damn good at what she did, and there was no one better suited for the kind of task Natalie needed done. Despite her tender age of 23--the minimum age for appointment as a special agent--Kate had plenty of connections in the underworld that she could call on, and she had an almost uncanny ability to find out information where most other agents came up blank. Natalie made a mental note to speak with the feisty redhead first thing come Monday morning. She could have called her right now, but this matter was too sensitive to discuss over the phone. Who knew who might be listening in on them? If there was indeed a mole in the Bureau, there were very few people she could trust, especially regarding any information pertaining to a certain William Joe Carter.

Natalie left the FBI building feeling both elated and a bit worried. On the one hand, she now had a plan which, if it worked, and Kate could help her find out the truth behind this obvious cover-up, just might set her free from Joe's control. On the other hand, she needed more time to see that plan come to fruition, and time was not a commodity she had in abundance right now. On top of that, there was still tonight to worry about. Joe would be expecting her back home in an hour or so, and she had yet to fulfill a single demand on his arrogant list of lasciviousness, the one she had so ardently torn up. Oh well, one problem at a time, she thought, putting the car in gear and heading off toward home.

* * *

By now she felt confident enough to tell Kayla about this whole thing. Thinking about it, she regretted not having trusted the dutiful cop with her problems right away. She knew she could trust Kayla to keep quiet about a matter of such seriousness, and she could really use the help of an accomplished woman of her caliber going forward.

For some reason, though, Kayla wasn't answering her phone. Natalie had tried calling her multiple times now for over an hour and had gotten no response. She hoped her friend wasn't still angry with her despite how their last conversation had ended. Had she blocked her number? It wasn't like her to leave the phone ringing and not pick up.

Shrugging it off as a mild case of a hissy fit on Kayla's part, who was known for her heated temperament at times, Natalie turned off the interstate and drove along the familiar roads toward her neighborhood. It wasn't until she was parked outside her apartment complex and had turned off the engine that dread once more gripped her innards. No doubt Joe would be waiting for her when she walked through the door to her home. What would she tell him? How would he react to her little show of defiance? Would he go through with his threats and send that awful sex video to her friends and family as he had threatened to do, or would he find some other, milder, way to punish her first? Whatever mischief the fat redneck was up to, she felt sure she could handle it. Special Agent Natalie Swann was back in her full glory, and she would not roll over from some dirty peasant's inane blackmail scheme.