Chapter 4

The air was crisp and heavy with anticipation as the sun began its descent over the city’s outskirts. Conan Blake, the seasoned agent with a weathered face, stood tall, his presence commanding attention. He had been waiting for this moment, for Alan, the man who had promised him the man who had eluded them for far too long.

A sleek gray SUV navigated the uneven terrain and came to a halt beside Blake. The vehicle’s engine purred, a menacing growl in the quiet surroundings. The rear door swung open, and Alan emerged, his walk confident and purposeful. He had someone with him, a mysterious figure whose face was obscured by a coarse brown sack. Alan positioned himself directly in front of Blake, the wind ruffling his hair.

“You’re punctual as always, Alan. Let’s unveil our guest, shall we?” Blake said, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Alan reached for the sack and, with a swift motion, pulled it off the captive’s head. Blake’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a fleeting moment, he was confused. The person standing before him bore no resemblance to Sammy, the man they had been hunting for years.

“What kind of game are you playing, Alan?” Blake’s voice turned serious, his eyes narrowing. “This isn’t Sammy. Are you trying to trick me?”

A mischievous smile played on Alan’s lips, revealing a hint of satisfaction. “Patience, General. Appearances can be deceiving. But I assure you, this is him. Let the DNA speak for itself.”

The bound man, desperate to speak, struggled against his restraints. His eyes pleaded for release from the tape sealing his mouth, but his efforts were futile. Blake’s curiosity intensified, and he signaled one of his men to fetch the DNA profiler.

The agent returned with a sleek black box, a state-of-the-art device capable of identifying anyone with a single drop of blood. As the agent approached the captive, the man’s resistance grew, his fear palpable, the agent pricked the man’s finger, collecting a tiny sample of blood. The machine whirred to life, analyzing the DNA profile.

They waited. After what felt like an eternity, the device beeped, and the screen displayed a single word: “Positive.” Blake’s eyes darted from the screen to Alan, his expression a mix of shock and admiration.

“How?” Blake asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “This ... this is impossible. How did you find him?”

Alan’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “I knew Sammy wouldn’t give up easily. Before I left the agency, I set up surveillance on eight renowned plastic surgeons worldwide. I anticipated that he would change his appearance to stay hidden.”

Blake’s mind raced as he pieced together the puzzle. “And you waited all this time?”

“Two years ago, I got a hit. I knew it was him. I had to be sure, so I waited, watched.” Alan’s voice was steady, his gaze unwavering.

Blake shook his head, a mix of emotions crossing his face. “Son, you should have come to us sooner. We could have worked together.”

Alan’s expression softened. “I couldn’t, sir. That life was behind me. I had Emily, and I wanted a fresh start. I didn’t want to drag her into my past.”

Alan’s eyes locked with Sammy’s, who was trembling with rage.”I was going to let you live, Sammy,” he said, each word precise and cold as a drop of liquid nitrogen. “I swear to God, I was. I saw your new life. The big house in that gated community, the new wife who looked at you like you were a god, the little girl who called you daddy. I wasn’t going to touch it. I know what it’s like to want to protect a family. I was going to let you have your happily ever after.” He let the silence hang for a beat, a moment of false hope. “But I’m a thorough man. It’s a professional defect. So I dug a little deeper.”

Sammy’s eyes widened, a new, more specific terror dawning in them. He knew what was coming.

Alan’s hand shot out, fast as a striking snake. His fingers wrapped around Sammy’s throat, not squeezing, not choking, but holding him. It was a gesture of absolute ownership, a physical manifestation of his power over this man’s life. Sammy’s pathetic struggles ceased instantly, paralyzed by the cold, calm promise of violence in Alan’s touch.

“I found the police reports, Sammy,” Alan hissed, his voice a venomous current of air. “The ones you paid a crooked small-town sheriff to bury. Domestic disturbance calls. I found the emergency room records for your wife. A ‘fall down the stairs.’ A ‘slip in the shower.’ I put a camera in a teddy bear for your daughter’s birthday. I saw the fear in her eyes when you came home drunk. I heard you call your wife a worthless cunt because she overcooked your steak. You were beating them, you piece of shit. Preying on the only two people in the world who thought you were a decent human being.” His grip tightened slightly, and a gurgle of pain escaped Sammy’s throat. “That’s when it stopped being a mission. That’s when it became personal. That’s when I decided I had to pay you a visit and deliver some long-overdue justice myself.”

Sammy whimpered, tears of terror and pain now streaming from his eyes, tracing paths through the grime on his cheeks.

“They’ll get a very generous life insurance payout,” Alan continued, his voice now a flat, emotionless drone. He released Sammy’s neck with a contemptuous shove, sending the man stumbling backward into the waiting, professional arms of Blake’s agents. Alan stood up, wiping his hand on the leg of his jeans as if to cleanse himself of the filth of the contact. “Your family will be better off without you.”

General Blake, witnessing the raw intensity of the moment, extended his hand towards Alan. “You’ve done well, son. We have a deal. But be warned, the Wells family is powerful.”

Alan smirked, his eyes flashing with determination. “I know, sir.”

Blake continued “ I know It’s not just about Emily and Victor’s betrayal. There’s more to this story.”

Alan nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. He shook Blake’s hand firmly, sealing their agreement. “You have the agency’s full support now son.”

As Blake and his men departed with Sammy in custody, Alan stood alone at the docks, He took a deep breath, his mind already turning to his next move. He was ready for his mother, Linda. The game had just begun, and Alan was determined to play it to the end.

“Oh yes, lick me good bitch” Nina moaned, her lustrous blond hair cascaded gracefully over her shoulders, her breasts full and firm crowned with hardened rosy nipples, Nina pinched her nipples as ripples of pleasure course through her body, her toned legs were parted wide as the moist fold of her pussy was being licked by Emily.

At Nina’s feet, Emily knelt on the floor, her once proud and confident demeanor now replaced by a posture of being submissive slave, she wore only a delicate choker, a silent yet powerful symbol of her new status as a slave. The choker served as a constant reminder of her transformation, a physical representation of her newfound role. Emily’s body trembled, not just from the cool air but from the storm of emotions raging within her. Betraying her husband, Alan, and her desire to trade up with Victor had backfired spectacularly, and now she was consumed by a growing self loathing, her eyes downcast, unable to meet Nina’s gaze.

Nina, sensing Emily’s inner turmoil, smirked, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Bitch, lick my pussy. You know you love it,” she purred, her voice dripping with dominance.

Emily, her face a mask of conflicted emotions, nodded obediently, her lips parting to reveal a hint of desire mingled with resentment. She leaned forward, her long brown hair falling like a curtain around her face, and began to lick Nina’s pussy with slow, deliberate strokes. Her tongue traced the length of Nina’s slit, tasting the nectar that flowed from her aroused core.

“Mmm, that’s it, you little whore,” Nina moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. “Suck my clit, make me come.”

Emily’s heart raced as she hated every moment of being treated like a pet, her tongue flicking and circling Nina’s engorged clitoris, this is not she envisioned, she tried to remember the moments where Alan treated her like queen, those where the happiest moments of her life, a single tear flowed from her eyes.

“You like being my little pet, don’t you?” Nina taunted, her fingers tangling in Emily’s hair, holding her head in place. “You love the taste of my pussy, admit it.”

Emily’s eyes widened as she struggled to catch her breath, she hated herself for this. “I-I...” she stammered, her voice hoarse from the strain of her conflicting emotions.

Nina pushed Emily’s head deeper into her lap, her pussy grinding against Emily’s mouth. “Don’t lie to me, bitch. I can feel how wet you are. You’re enjoying this, just like the slut you are.”

Emily whimpered, her body trembling as she fought against the restraints of her own emotions, she was helpless as she licked and sucked with renewed fervor, her tongue delving deep into Nina’s folds.

“Ahh, yes! Right there, you filthy whore!” Nina cried out, her body arching off the chair. “Lick my me deeper, make me come on your tongue.”

Emily complied, her tongue probing deeper, finding the spot that sent Nina into a frenzy. She sucked and lapped at Nina’s pussy, her juices flowing freely, soaking Emily face. The room echoed with Nina’s moans and Emily’s muffled cries, the sounds of passion filling the air.

As Nina’s orgasm built, her grip on Emily’s hair tightened, her hips bucking wildly. “Oh, fuck, yes! Eat my pussy, you little slut! Make me come, make me scream!”

Emily surrendered to the moment, her tongue working feverishly. Nina’s pussy clenched around her tongue, and with a final, desperate cry, Nina climaxed, her juices flooding Emily’s mouth.

Nina released her grip, As Emily gasped for breath, her eyes pleading for some semblance of compassion, Nina’s attention was abruptly drawn elsewhere. The ring tone of her phone shattered the post coital silence, and she recognized the caller immediately her father, Anton, the only person in the world who held a special place in her heart. Nina’s expression softened momentarily, a rare display of emotion, as she answered the call without hesitation.