Dark Web Ch 07 09

Dark Web Chapter 7

Peter felt the flat of Samantha's tongue on the under side of his cock. Her mouth had a tight seal around hi shaft and her mouth, gently suckling him. He felt himself stiffen inside her mouth and then instinctively his hips moved to push his penis further into her mouth and as he pulled back, a pleasing sucking noise accompanied it. Peter looked down, he saw Sam's eye were closed and then glanced to Billie who was watching his cock in her lover's mouth.

"Suck his cock well, Sam." Billie hissed as she returned to eating her lover's pussy.

Sam could only moan, as her pussy was being stimulated as her mouth was being invaded by Peter's familiar penis. She used to throat him deeply when they fucked.

Peter felt the subtle shift in her mouth, as Samantha relaxed and opened, her throat for him. He slid further into her, and he felt his swollen glans brush against her palette and take up more space in her throat. Samantha was thrilled to take him in her throat, she always enjoyed using her mouth in him and she always liked him to fuck her mouth and make her feel vulnerable and very sexually aroused. Peter was thrusting himself into her in a rhythmic swaying of his hips. But each time he penetrated her, he slid a fraction further into her throat.

Billie looked at Peter's cock face-fucking her girlfriend. Billie smiled as she rested from licking her gentle folds, Samantha's wetness still glistening on her lips. She was no stranger to threesomes, although now comfortable being gay, she was often attracted to women who were bi-curious and often she introduced them to gay sex. Watching Peter enjoy his member being sucked, made her think of her first few times having sex with men. Despite male misconceptions, gay women enjoy the sensations of penetration, but the subtle touches and motions of the mouth on a woman were often lost on men. Samantha could still remember the excitement of penial penetration and the sense of a male body inside hers. Billie was much impressed by Peter, he was smart, good looking by male standards and from Samantha's late-night breathless recollections, a skilful, considerate lover. Of course, she had no designs on him, but a desire to test Samantha. Was she really realising her true sexuality, was she gay or simply experimenting. Billie was developing strong attachments to her new girl friend and knew that she would miss her, if she decided that she was drawn to men. So, this was the perfect opportunity, to see what would happen, and potentially offer a fond farewell to cock.

Peter was not so foolish to think that Billie was giving up on Samantha, he guessed that Billie had some ulterior motive, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity of sex with Samantha or perhaps, perversely seeing what Billie had to offer. Peter pulled himself out of Sam's mouth and bent down to kiss Samantha's mouth. He always liked the taste of his cock on her lips.

"Ah" Billie looked to him, "No kissing, those lips are mine, but you can kiss her here." Billie pointed to Samantha's pussy. Peter didn't need to be asked twice. Peter looked at the damp folds of her sex and lapped at them with his own wet tongue. Sam squirmed and gasped. Billie kissed her deeply as Peter flicked and caressed her clitoris. Samantha was in complete overload, with her eyes closed, Billie kissing her and fondling her breasts and Peter's careful and loving oral sex, she arched her back.

"Billie...Billie " Samantha moaned as her climax approached. She moaned again and then the tension gripped her. Peter sucked hard on her clitoris, as Sam crested the wave of her orgasm. Billie pulled at her nipples and sending over the edge. Billie watched Sam's face, as she grimaced and twisted her features in her orgasm. She looked down ar Peter, still between her legs, licking her to oblivion. She whispered.

"Put your cock in her and ride her. You can be our human dildo." The tone was insistent. Peter had noticed that Billie had been rubbing her own cunt furiously, she too was near to climax. Peter stood up and slid his erect cock into the sodden pussy in front of him. Samantha moaned loudly and was smothered with Billie sitting on her face.

"I want to watch you fuck her; it'll be the last time you ever do. She's mine now and I'm hers, but I wanted to watch a man fuck her for the last time." Billie smiled as she felt Sam's tongue lapping at her own clitoris.

"You've been fucked before? With men?" Peter enquired. He was vitally interested to know what had made Billie into this attractive but prickly woman. Peter felt odd, holding a conversation like this, while slowly thrusting into Samantha. Her soaking pussy letting out smacking, sloppy noises as he took his cock all the way of her vagina and then thrust back in. The air was filled with her musky scent of their sex.

"I had a couple of men but found I wanted women. It's as simple as that," Billie remarked, as her body shivered with her growing orgasm. "You fancied a piece of my arse, did you?" Billie looked at Peter, his pace of his thrusting increased as he became more excited.

"Perhaps, but I think we should give Samantha our full attention now." Peter suggested.

"Mm yes." Billie shivered once again; Samantha was bringing her to her climax.

Peter began thrusting hard into Samantha's pussy, holding up her legs to give him the best grip on her. He was driving himself into her, Samantha was bucking and wriggling hard, trying to keep her position in Billie's pussy, while being swept away with Peter's swollen member fucking her tight pussy. Something had to give.

Billie, grunted loudly, as her orgasm washed over her and she lifted off her lover and trickles of her own juices running down her legs and off her labia, into Samantha's open mouth. At the same time, Peter flipped Samantha's legs over, and re-entered in a side fuck position. Peter knew he was too aroused to last much longer, but Billie slipped down and positioned herself to lick at Sam's clitoris, as Peter held her legs open. Peter, breathing hard with his thrusting was then shocked when Billie, timed his cock's withdrawal to pull him out of Sam's pussy and then taken it in her mouth.

"What the fuck!" Peter grunted and Billie's iron grip and hard suckling brought him to his orgasm. She pulled out his cock, just as he ejaculated. His sperm fountained from his cock and splattered over Billie's naked breasts and with a deft movement, pointed the rest of his semen on Sam's belly.

"That was an impressive load." Billie smiled.

Chapter 8

The next morning, the trio attempted to overcome any discussion of their sex the night before, by fixing their attention was directed to providing an outline for a profile that could be used as bait for the team of abductors. The key was getting access to specific profile that would allow them to penetrate the initial protocols and access the portal. Billie had been engrossed in emailing a 'grey hat' who suggested that they might have a lead. Samantha had been busy on the phone to Markham, outlining what her research had uncovered. He had been impressed enough to give her another day to formulate a operational plan to present to the team. Peter had been putting the final touches to his legend, that would be tempting enough. He had decided that he should be the contact. He reasoned the police would be unwilling to place themselves at risk in the manner he felt necessary. He would outline his ideas to the two of them, when he felt Billie had a lead to get on the dark web.

He didn't have to wait long. By three in the afternoon, Billie's nefarious contact had pointed her to a series of cloud servers. Unfortunately, the servers were responsible for many websites and other online services, but Peter had an inspiration. As Billie scrolled through the list of online dating sites, linked to the Nebula servers he noticed a site that catered to uniforms and police officers. Samantha fretted over the lack of time, her demeanour sullen and had flopped on the sofa, despairing of any success before her deadline. Her tussled hair fell across her face, Peter looked at Billie. She nudged Samantha's knee and smiled, Samantha responding in mind.

His heart sank, as he had said farewell to her, Billie and she were not just lovers but in love. He forced himself to focus and then one site caught his attention.

"You won't believe this!" Peter exclaimed.

"What? Samantha bounded from the sofa, "What is it?"

"The site, it's not just a random one. It must be linked to them. Their phrase was 'brother officers', right?" Peter mind raced, "So we look at sites for 'brother officers', so the site will be linked to dating police officers or at least uniform dating."

Billie looked at Peter, then Samantha. She scrolled through the black sites and cross checked with the grey-hat's suggestions.

"This site matches. If you're right, then there will be a portal or gateway in the site. One of the profiles, I'll bet." Billie searched the site and then logged into the profile page. She loaded in a fake profile, giving the legend they had decided upon. They knew that the authentication process would slow them down, but Billie had a trick up her sleeve.

"I can cut the authentication process time, using a trojan horse code but it will still take 6 hours." Billie shrugged.

"That's cutting it fine, but I think Markham will have enough for the briefing." Samantha announced, suddenly bright with renewed energy. Billie sat back and looked at Peter.

"As this profile is based on you, Peter, you'll have to be careful." Billie reminded him.

The briefing went on for over an hour, Samantha had outlined everything that the trio had put together. However, her briefing omitted the detail that Peter was the profile blueprint and that they had already started the process of authentication on the site.

"Sam, Cybercrime will liaise through this office. We need to have full access across the board." Markham indicated the board with a large flow diagram, showing each part of the operation.

Chapter 9

Of course, Peter had absolutely no intension of playing by the police regulations and rules. To him, this case had taken on a life of its own and was fast approaching an obsession. He wanted to work out not only, who this team was but what they wanted and most importantly how they achieved their goals. He had become fascinated with the method of coercion that had been employed. He had researched hypnosis and had spent time with practitioners in the last few days. Peter, had also been on the dating site, leaving enough of a trail of likes, want to meet messages and comments to some of the profiles. He had spent a couple of hours every evening, scanning the profiles with no luck.

In a sense of frustration, he texted Billie. She, with customary glibness had offered a couple of ideas about how the site might provide some access to the dark web. He replied with a polite thank you and proceeded to delve into the profiles. After yet another fruitless evening, he leaned back, sipping on a 10-year-old single malt Laphroaig and sighed.

"I wonder if you have retired from your nocturnal antics?" Peter sipped at the dregs of the glass and stared at the screen. Samantha had told him that the police were forming their team and Cybercrime would be investigating. Peter couldn't be bothered with all that. He resolved to soldier on regardless. Looking at the screen again, he noticed yet another entry in his Inbox. He clicked on it and it opened.

Did you lose someone you loved?

Do you long to have them again?

Perhaps I could help to get you over it.

BEA

"Another robot reply" He sighed and as he was about to click the delete button, he paused. The language was different, the recurrence of lost and long. Peter sat back. Without a further thought, he replied to the email.

Yes. I can't get over her. Peter

Within minutes, a reply came.

Who was she? BEA

Peter sat for a moment. Was this a lead or a come on? He decoded to pursue this.

She walked away. I was in pieces. Peter.

He waited for a moment and the reply came straight back. Whoever this was, they were online.

Tell me. BEA

So, Peter related the profile narrative that he had prepared. While typing, he quickly texted Billie and asked if she might be able to trace the sender or even an indication of which site or server they might be logged into- anything that might help the police. Peter completed the story of his broken heart and his desire to see her again and even get her back. No matter what it took. Peter added that last line himself.

The reply took a full five minutes to reply.

What would you do? BEA.

I don't really know, what I would do? Peter

Well, maybe I can help. BEA.

How? Peter.

I'll contact you soon. BEA.

The email went dead.

"Damn!" Peter swore at the screen.

Finally, Billie replied to his enquiry.

Possible link to server- will get back to you, Sweetie! B

"Well, that was fucking useless." Peter swore but he felt sure that somehow this was a real leader. Spending the next four hours, sifting through the testimonies of the abducted women, for any reference that might yield some scrap of information. Of course, the police had interviewed ex-boyfriends and even ex-husbands in the cases. All but exhausted, a small account yielded a brief reference to a one-night stand that the third woman, Alison had confessed to. Peter got to wondering, what if this was the individual that had been the instigator of his revenge, and not the more obvious ex-boyfriend's and her ex-husband that the police had focussed their attention. It was a stretch but perhaps he might research further. This was for another day however, Peter was too tired to continue and slunk off to bed.

It wasn't until the next day; did Peter take a bold step. He took himself off, armed with the file that Sam was able to leave him and drove off to interview the third woman who had been abducted. Upon arrival, he bent the truth about who he was and what authority he had, but with a little charm and patience, Alison granted him a seat and chatted to him. She was dressed simply, jogging pants, a zip up hoodie and socks. She clearly had tried to use exercise to help restore some order to her life. Peter surreptitiously noticed that she refrained from wearing a bra, as he saw no seams in the material of her hoodie.

"I just have no memory of the whole thing." Alison, a striking older woman with short black hair, dark eyes and possessed a pleasing curvy figure. She was clearly intelligent, although dressed casually, she was well spoken. Peter smiled warmly and asked his questions. Peter approached this rather attractive, but wounded woman with unaccustomed warmth and patience. They talked about how she was coping since her abduction and how she was trying to put it behind her and move forward. Peter counselled her on not to blank out the memories but take ownership of them and rid herself of the lingering thoughts and look towards a new life.

Alison shuffled in her chair but took some comfort from Peter's kind words. After a further hour, she looked down at her lap and confessed something that she had held back.

"I'm ashamed to say this but the night they took me, I didn't say how it felt." Alison looked up at Peter.

"You were under the influence of deep hypnosis, your mind wasn't your own." Peter reminded her. As he scrutinised her, he saw something deeper, something hidden. Her couldn't help but think this might be a lead.

"No, It was only partially clouded. I know how it felt and it felt good." Alison looked straight at Peter, "I enjoyed how it felt. To be made to feel so aroused and satisfied. I hadn't had sex for months and then, I was completely satisfied physically and sexually. It was quite incredible, and the worst thing is, I know I'll never feel like that again.

Peter shook his head, "You can't think like that. When you recover fully, you'll have your whole life ahead of you." Alison shook her head but looked up.

"What is that you want?" she asked with a small wry smile. Peter suddenly felt like backing out, but he needed her to dredge up some detail. He felt desperate now, and some guilt. But he persisted.

"I know this is not easy, please believe me, I just need you to think back to a specific time before your abduction, "Peter reached out and held her hand gently, " Just try for me."

"I'll try." Alison's eyes were fearful but drew on her own inner strength. Peter felt compassion for the woman, an attractive woman who was struggling to access her own memories.

"You told my colleagues, in your first interview, that you have no idea who might have do this to you or wished you harm. You mentioned a man you saw for just one night- is that right?" Peter asked, he leaned forward to offer his physical support.

"I was at a work's party, a Christmas party. I was alone, felt a little vulnerable so I went to his hotel room. I sort of, regret it now, and I don't normally do that. It was just fun." Alison flushed and her embarrassment strangled any further conversation for a moment.

"It's alright. All I want is a description? A name? It might be nothing, but It's my responsibility to investigate any possible leads." Peter knew he was pressing but he needed more.

"I just can't remember. All I get is the sense that he wasn't one of the usual crowd at my firm. He was different, sort of man's man. I thought he was a.." Alison stammered, straining at her mind, the fog was too dense, but a tiny detail emerged.

"What is it?" Peter could see the light flickered in her eye as the memory surfaced. Peter reached forward and lightly, tenderly held her shoulders, " Let it come, don't pull at it. Let the moment come into the front of your mind."

Alison shivered, clearly no man had touched her since the incident. He could sense that this memory would be a lead. Then Alison shook her head and Peter, gripped with profound disappointment, pressed her further.

"Alison, please try. Look at me, look right here into my eyes." A black thought had entered his head, he needed to draw the memory out. He employed a hypermnesia technique he had remembered from his research with hypnotherapists and hypnotists. Alison looked into his eyes, her own welling up with tears but then with his steely gaze, she stopped and listened to his voice, "Look deep, deep into my eyes, don't look away and listen to my voice." He spoken quietly, gently almost. He talked in levelled tone and asked her to think of a place where is felt calm and safe. After long minutes, Alison was calmer, her breathing more measured and then Peter asked her again.

"What did you notice about the man you saw that night." His voice almost a whisper.

Alison stammered and stuttered, "I. I...he was tall, handsome and he said he was in uniform, he was a policeman."

"Police!" Peter sighed. With his concentration, now broken, he sat back. With his mind racing, he stood and turned away from Alison and looked at the half-drawn curtains in her lounge. Heavy rain poured down the windows and the sky darkened. The room lost its light. Peter became aware of movement behind him, and he turned. Alison had almost completely undressed. Her hoodie was on the floor, her neat pert tits were topped with excited, stiff brown nipples. She had shimmied down her jog pants, and was about to slide off her panties, as she looked up at Peter.

"You made me feel good again." Her voice simple and matter of fact, "I felt your warmth and tenderness when you talked to me. It's been months now; I want to move on. Will you help me? Will you help me make good new memories?" She kicked off her white cotton panties and stood up. As she walked over to him, Peter saw her little 32B breasts move slightly, and her neatly runway strip pussy hair was dark and inviting. As she reached him, she reached up and kissed on the lips. Peter, already missing a woman's caress far too much of late, responded with a stiffening of his cock and his mouth opened to accept her tongue. His hands slid up to her breasts, and massaged then, although not big, they were white skinned, firm and her nipples crowned large, puckered areole. He pulled his mouth from hers and began to suck on her nipples, licking the areole and pulling her to his mouth.