Dark Web Ch 10 13

Chapter Ten - The darkness stares back

"Oh fuck!" Peter looked at Alison. Her eyes glassy and her voice flat and expressionless. Immediately, she slid her fingers to her sex, pulled open her pussy lips and started to play with her clitoris.

"I am here for you. Only you can make me cum. Only you can satisfy my craving for your cock." She repeated a series of stock phrase, with no real desire in her voice. She was deep in the hypnotic state.

Peter sat up, he looked over to her. Initially, he panicked with a flurry of words to attempt to bring her out of the post hypnotic. Then he stopped.

"Alison, where are you? Who are you with?" Peter asked. Like a thunderclap, he grasped this opportunity to interrogate Alison while in the latent state she was in. If his light hypnotic suggestion had trigger some implanted trigger, she was now a valuable resource of information.

"I'm with you. With our friends." Her tone light, airy and disembodied.

"Where exactly are we?" He pressed her.

"In your flat, with our friends. They were so exciting, weren't they?" Alison replied. He fingers now wet again, she lifted them to her lips and tasted herself.

"Yes, they are exciting. What did we do?" Peter pawed at her memory, the details of her time with her abductors. Alison smiled and continued to masturbate.

"Can't you remember my love? They help me love the way you want to be. Love like you deserve." Alison cooed, her expert fingers arousing her own sex towards a climax.

"I do remember, but I want you to tell me again. "Peter found himself playing the part of her perverted tormentor. Alison lifted her fingers to Peter.

" Wouldn't you like to taste me and fuck me now. I'm all yours and I can't wait to have you inside me again." Alison looked at him, an expression of real arousal I her eyes, and her cheeks flushed.

"Oh my god, you're actually turned on." Peter took her fingers and smelled the scent of her pussy.

"I want you in my cunt, and then my arse. I have missed it terribly," Alison pleaded, attempting to reach Peter's flaccid penis.

Trying a different approach, Peter whispered "Alison, who is there with us?"

"Our friends, they taught me how to love you." Alison replied, using her hand to stimulate him to erection. "How I should always make myself available. I love you so much." Alison gripped Peter's member, which was beginning to stiffen, despite the situation Peter found himself.

Peter realised that her hypnotic state was simply waiting for a trigger from someone. Someone who had been given a word or phrase, that would trigger this amorous hypnotic state. Immediately, the simplicity and audacity of these men struck him. They abducted the woman to 'train her' to specifics given to their client. The deal was that the client would re-enter Alison's life and use the phrase and have a readymade girlfriend and sexually adventurous slut on tap.

But right now, he need to gather as much information from her before bringing out of the trance. Which wasn't going to be easy.

Back at his flat, Peter showered thoroughly. His mind was in turmoil and not a little guilt. Alison had been voracious; she had fellated him to full almost painful erection and had fucked him with the energy of a teenager. She encouraged him to use her like a whore, but she was passionate, not at all robotic. She relished their lovemaking. Peter found that once they had been brough to a mutual orgasm, they both fell asleep. In the early hours, Peter woke to find Alison lying on him. She moaned as he stirred, and Peter slipped from her bed.

"Peter?" Alison asked sleepily.

"I have to go." Peter replied. Alison opened her eyes, and dimly saw him dress.

"I...don't do this usually." Alison stammered, still half asleep.

"I know, neither do I. Let's keep this between ourselves, our little secret." Peter turned, pulled on his shirt. His survival instincts had kicked in. The police would take a dim view of him using hypnosis and then having vigorous sex with their witness.

"Of course, will I see again?" Alison asked.

"I know where you are, lovely." Peter turned to her, bent over and kissed her on the lips, despite the taste of sleep in her mouth, a pang of regret in his chest.

Back at the flat, freshly showered and at the laptop, Peter was a frenzy of activity. He had emailed Samantha and Billie. He had scrutinized the web sites he had posted his profile on and scanned for a message from BEA. After logging on to the uniform site, there it was.

Did you love her? BEA

Peter, assuming his role as the lovestruck singleton replied.

With all my heart. Peter

A reply winged its way back.

What would you do to have her? BEA

Peter took several screen shots of his conversation.

Anything! Peter.

BEA took a minute or two to reply. Meanwhile, Billie had opened a dialogue screen and was tracking the conversation through the dating site. Peter's phone chimed.

Can't get a trace. They're good. Bouncing the message through different serves and something I haven't seen before. Will get back to you. Stay on the site as long as you can.

BEA replied.

Maybe I can help. BEA

Peter paused. He didn't know what to say next. Suddenly, he felt vulnerable. Was he now breaking the law, inciting others to a criminal act? After his clandestine antics with Alison, he felt sure there was a prison cell with his number on it. Casting his doubt to one side. He replied.

Yes. I cannot move on. I must have her in my life. I love her. Peter

That is all I needed to you to say. BEA.

With that, BEA logged off.

"Fucking hell!" Peter's frustration boiled over ad he slammed is hand on the kitchen worktop, bruising his little finger. "Ow!" The finger throbbed. What the hell could he do now. He looked for his own phone, considering texting Samantha, abruptly the laptop chimed a new email.

BEA messaged again,

"Mobile number?" BEA.

Peter looked for the box, containing the pre-paid phone he had bought a month ago. He tore open the box, thanking the gods, he had thought to kept it charged. He turned it on and stabbed at the keypad to bring up the number. He typed the number into an email and sent it. Peter closed his eyes and prayed this worked. Nothing happened. No reply. He emailed BEA again.

What now? Peter.

Wait for my text. BEA.

Chapter 11

"You fucked our witness!" Samantha was furious. She couldn't believe it. Peter had broken all the rules in the book. Billie watched her berate Peter with a mix of amusement and shock at the plethora of swear words spat at Peter.

"I know. I'm sorry. "Peter repeated. He had to endure the tirade, that he truly deserved.

"You hypnotised our witness, and you fucked her. Twice!" Samantha threw her hand sin the air.

"Go you!" Billie chirped in. She found the situation amusing and she was impressed with Peter for his sexual performance and his daring by attempting to find out more about the men they sought.

"It's not fucking funny!" Samantha snapped. Billie looked at Sam and then slunk back in the couch.

"Samantha, all this I have admitted to but you're missing the fucking point!" Peter insisted, "I have made a breakthrough!"

"What?" Samantha was stopped in mid-flow. "What?"

"BEA has made contact and I knew that the sole purpose of these abductions are to provide their clients with a ready-made woman to have for life. It's a service for men who cannot get the woman they want. They take the woman in question, condition them to fall in love with their client, teach them to fuck and then implant a post hypnotic suggestion that is then given to the client. At some point, the client re-enters the woman's life after the heat of the investigation dies down, the hypnotic command is given and the woman falls in love with the client." Peter relayed the premise for his theory and then explained how Alison's suggestion was triggered by accident.

Billie sat up and listened intently. "That's genius and perverted at the same time." Despite the whole sordid operation disgusting and confirmed her own thoughts about men in general, she had reluctantly been impressed by their technical knowledge of the internet and their skills to avoid detection.

Samantha sat and pondered the enormity of Peter's explanation. "How do we find out if what you say is true?"

Peter frowned, "Get your team to investigate men who have just come into the lives of the women who were taken."

Frowning, Samantha, reached for her bag, recklessly throw in Peter's direction and retrieved her phone. She opened the hinged device and thumbed the speed dial and waited with barely disguised annoyance until Markham picked up.

"Sir, I may have a lead. It could be big." Samantha relayed a brief synopsis of Peter's explanation. "Yes sir." Samantha closed the phone. "I'm coming in now."

Billie shrugged off her sulk and interjected, "I'm going to stay here, if this BEA calls or emails I can set up a local trace." Samantha nodded and shot off out of the flat without another word.

"She'll be pissed with you for a long time, I think." Billie unpacked a laptop from her courier holdall. She shrugged herself out of her leather bikers' jacket, revealing a loose white cotton vest. Peter noticed, as she pulled the jacket off and tossed it to one side, her breasts were not gathered in a bra, her small, pointed tits wriggled under the vest.

"She's your problem, not mine. I want to find these fuckers." Bile rising, in his throat. He disliked the way Alison had been completely manipulated and was now at the mercy of some low life with a magic word or phrase that would turn her into a willing whore. Annoyingly, Billie picked up his tone and language choice.

"Getting attached to this woman, then?" Billie was just too damned good at pressing Peter's buttons. Now Sam and she were a couple, not just friends who fucked occasionally, Billie had discovered that she had common ground with Peter, her own disappointing experiences with men notwithstanding, so could interact in way that was alien in her own life. If men were not hackers or IT people then she had little contact with them. She styled herself on Lisbeth, her heroine from her favourite book, The Girl with the dragon tattoo. She liked to see herself as feisty, independent, and far cleverer than any male she knew. Peter was the Mikael character. World weary but generally a good guy, a do-gooder.

"If you must know, I liked her. She a bit older than me but she..." Peter answered while logging onto the website, praying BEA had left a message.

"Fucked your brains out?" Billie interjected.

Annoyed at Billie's prodding, but turning to her and seeing those small tits were crowned with stiffened nipples, decided not to fence with her anymore." Shall we get on?" His reply was disappointingly lame.

"Oh, she fucked with your mind too?" Billie teased. Why were men so in love with their own cocks? She typed on her laptop and waited for the cloud servers to detect the site portals.

Incensed with her continued teasing, Peter snapped at her, "What does it matter to you. You have Samantha now, I felt lonely, and it just happened." Peter hated himself for defending his actions to Samantha's girlfriend.

"I think Samantha might have been a tad jealous." Billie confessed. She stood up and walked over to him, " we are still new to each other, and her reaction was not just the police officer training in her, you fucked another woman and I think that hurt." Peter looked up.

"Are you and Sam having problems?" Peter softened and sat back.

"I let you have her, for one last time. I wanted her to get your cock out of her system and be done with all that." Billie confessed. In an instant, Billie flopped on top of Peter, she pushed her mouth to his and snaked in her tongue. Shocked, Peter pushed her away.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He looked at Billie, her usual goth makeup only accentuated her eyes. They were wet, he felt her tremble.

"What do you have, that I can't seem to give her? Why is your cock still a fucking issue?" Billie pushed onto Peter again and kissed him. Peter let her tongue in and held her in place. Billie allowed him to take her upper arms and keep her in place. Peter felt her struggles fade. He pushed her way again. He was about to speak, when Billie whispered, "Show me why your cock is more exciting to her, than me." Billie sat up and pulled off her loose vest, her pointed tits quivered. Her stiff nipples, dark and puckered pointed invitingly at his mouth.

"Put your nipple in my mouth." Peter teased and tested her. He still wasn't convinced that Billie wasn't playing with him. She leaned forward and put her nipple in his mouth. He licked the stiff tissue and then sucked on it with his tongue flicked up and down on her nub. Billie shook as her nerves sent its message to her pleasure centres. Peter took his other hand and massaged her other breast and with finger and thumb rubbed the nipple firmly. Billie sat rigidly; the sensations shot through her body as Peter suckled her. They sat in that position for a moment, neither of them willing to take it to the next step. Billie arched her back, revelling in the moment. Initially unsure, whether to pursue her promptly ended when Peter detached his mouth from one nipple and filled his mouth with her other breast, taking her areolae too and licking her stiffness lovingly. Billie, not to outdone, pulled his head to her chest.

"Suck on my boobs." Billie sighed, her body climbing to full arousal. Whilst, pleasuring her with his mouth, Peter shifted his hands to her back and slid on hand down her slender spine, and into the gap of her cargo pants. Surprisingly, her panties were a mere thong, and his hand found the curve of her skinny arse cheek. Shifting position, Billie pulled off her nipple from his mouth and fingers, stood and unzipped her cargo pants and shimmied them off, kicking her loose boots away. Abandoning any restraint, he grasped at the thin string of her thong and tugged them off, the string snapping. Twisting her slender body, pushing her onto the couch allowed him to spread her legs and look at her neat little pussy, freshly shaved. His tongue licked up her puffy, swollen lips and probed at her clitoris. Billie moaned loudly.

"Careful! My clit is sensitive." Peter adjusted himself to lick more slowly and use a wet finger to prise one of her labia aside to get easier access to her cunt. Billie reached down and held Peter's head in place, preventing any large movements while he lapped at her.

From somewhere, a laptop chimed not once but twice. Roused from his oral sex, Peter paused. Stark, cold realisation overtook him.

"We can't do this!" He said, shamefaced. The moment gone, and his desire wilting from disloyalty. He pulled away.

Billie too, moved away and made a grab for her cargo pants, seemingly careless about her lack of underwear. "Sam can't ever know." She turned and looked at Peter and then down to where they had been on the couch.

"I won't say a word, you didn't really want me anyway." Peter pulled up his jeans, rearranging his stiff penis. He looked at the laptop. Both Billie's and his registered the same email message from the site. They have synched up the messaging system from the site. Where Peter's looked like regular web pages and had colourful pictures and member thumbnails, Billie's as all code and matrix coloured characters on a safe mode listing.

"We are in. I have the portal for the message system. Keep them talking as long as you can. I will try a back trace, we might get lucky and find a surrogate server, possibly a portal to the host." Billie was all business now, grabbing her phone and leaving a quick voice message. Peter assumed it to be one of her hacker friends. Alarmingly, Peter could still feel his desire for her, he thought about her touch and the delicious taste of her pussy. He pushed the sensations to the back of his mind.

I can help you. BEA.

How? Peter.

Peter waited, a sense of nervousness crept in. His heart was beating faster, and not just from the passion he had felt for the slender, sexy body beside him.

How far would you go to get her back? BEA.

Peter paused; he looked over at Billie. She looked up at him and nodded to him. He would have to sound desperate enough.

Anything. Peter.

You really love this woman and want to possess her again? BEA

I really love her and would do anything. Peter.

Wait for my text. BEA.

The message system went quiet. The thumbnail disappeared. A message came up. The member has left the site. All that remained was the standard website for the dating app.

"What the hell does that mean?" Peter swore out loud.

"They've severed access. The trojan horse as been deleted. I have nothing." Billie frowned, "Their entire presence on the site has been deleted."

"So now we wait" Peter sighed, pulling his clothes on and smartening himself up.

Within moments, the pre-paid phone chimed a message.

Meet me Hatfield Forest by the Café. 2 hours. BEA

"You must go. We don't have time to get the police or Sam. You go, sell them the profile we created." Billie pleaded. Peter knew that this would be their only chance and anyway, he wanted to see these men face to face.

"Follow me on your bike. I'll keep both phones with me. I'll enable the tracking." Peter looked for his phone and his jacket.

"I'll get there first and set up." Billie raced around, gathering her belongings.

"Billie, be careful." Peter hated the sound of his throw-away comment.

"Watch your own arse, and I will watch mine." Billie turned, " I bet you would have been a good fuck." With that she left, leaving Peter more confused than before.

Within the grounds of Hatfield Forest, a National Heritage site, were acres of open heath and forest. In the centre, a large boating lake and a kitsch wooden café, selling the usual fare. Peter wanted nothing, he sat on one of the centre wooden benches and waited, prepaid phone in hand. He couldn't see Billie, which he felt was a good thing. After a fast drive, he arrived within his two-hour window and now sat waiting. Each minute tied his stomach in knots.

"What the fuck have I gotten myself into?" He whispered to himself, wishing he had the comfort of a police surveillance team and a radio bug to talk into. For another half hour, he was kept waiting, fearing a no show Peter stood and went to purchase a large black coffee. As he joined the line waiting to be served, a familiar voice behind him asked him how often he came here? The hairs on the back of neck stiffened and an icy hand gripped his testicles. Peter turned and Alison stood behind him.

"Hello lover." Alison smiled.

In that moment, Peter's mind went white. His world shattered into tiny pieces.

Chapter Twelve

Peter looked around again. The room was blank, featureless. The air smelled metallic and the walls had corrugated metal ribs.

It was a cargo container. Where? He had no clue.

His last memory was of Alison, in the line waiting for a coffee in Hatfield Forest.

Next, he was here.

On a large table, she could see a plastic drawer unit, like the ones in hospitals.

He struggled against the zip ties that held his hands and to the chair.

He was naked. Involuntarily, his mind flashed to the Bond film scene, with the eponymous being tortured with a swinging rope end. Was that to be his fate?

At one end of the container, a smaller door had been fitted to the large cargo door. He watched it intently. Whoever came through that door would make his life very uncomfortable, for as long as they wanted him alive.

Chapter Thirteen

Samantha spent the last three hours, assembling a written report detailing all the theories outlined by Peter earlier. Markham took a hurried phone call which Samantha observed made him take pause but then regain himself. Taking a seat, Markham listened intently to what Sam had to say. She held nothing back, save Peter having sex with a witness. Markham listened to it all.