American Princess
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 11: Evading Justice?
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11: Evading Justice? - Princess ‘Carrie’ Caroline disappears, but for Jim she becomes a visitor who captures his heart. They start their adventures, dodging the public, authorities, and then abductors. Her new life sex, swinging, polyamory, and some wild parties, all while building a new career. The princess, Jim, and new friends fall in love and enjoy unusual experiences and adventures. Much sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Royalty
The knock on the door was totally unexpected. The morning heralded a warm and very humid day. We had a small fire in the fireplace to take the edge off the morning humidity. Each of us had a book we were into in different corners of the living area yet close together.
I got up and opened the door.
A man and woman stood outside the door, both holding up badges identifying them as agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
The man spoke. “I’m agent Tom Gerrick, and behind me is agent Maria Squires. We are both from the Federal Bureau of Investigation and we are here to talk to you about the whereabouts of Princess Caroline.”
Carrie appeared at the door beside me, “I am Princess Caroline, and as I said in my TV appearance, I wish that you’d go away and leave me alone. My safe word is ‘souvenir’, and you may verify that with the British embassy. I am happy, content, and not restrained against my will.” She was firm but polite. I also couldn’t help but notice how her tits made the t-shirt tremendously appealing, especially knowing that she wore nothing under it.
Firm and polite didn’t cut it. The agents more or less invited themselves inside. Before the woman came in, she was on her cell phone confirming the success of their visit to someone. I noticed that she also returned a pistol to a holster under her blazer after seeing that none of us were taking aggressive action towards them.
I glanced across the living room at Jerry, noting that he had one hand behind him. I guessed that the Glock was in that hand. He kept his distance from the new arrivals, but never took his eyes off of them.
Marjorie offered the agents coffee, which they accepted.
I asked, “What now?”
“You were evading capture,” Gerrick said, as though to justify a coming arrest.
I smiled and argued, “No, we were ensuring our privacy, and you are violating that privacy. When we learned of the concern about the princess’s disappearance, we went out of our way to make calls to authorities to confirm her wishes to be left alone and to ask for police and others to stop searching for her – ultimately, she made her appeal on national TV. Those wishes were not heeded by you and your organization, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”
Gerrick said, “I don’t know about those. I only know that we are to bring you in.”
Marjorie asked in a confrontational tone, “Do you have a warrant for any of our arrests?”
“Errr, no. We were hoping that wouldn’t be necessary. I’m sure I could get one in a few minutes.”
I asked, “Ah, so you have no warrant, then what would be the basis for our arrest? What is your probable cause? Do you arrest just the princess or all of us?”
Maria said authoritatively, “The charge would be evading justice, and yes, we’d arrest all of you as accessories to that crime.” I noticed that she moved her hand to be close to her holstered handgun. Jerry still stood away from the group and watching the visitors like a hawk watching a field mouse. I think she sensed that he had a weapon and was dangerous.
I laughed, “What’s that mean – evading justice? It’s gobbledygook and legal gibberish, and you know it. A lawyer would have us out and you up on charges of harassment in minutes if you try that.”
Marjorie obviously got an idea. “ Let me make a call.” She hit the speed dial on her cellphone, as the two agents looked on with horrified expressions.
Maria said in a directive tone, “Miss, I wouldn’t make that call. You do not have our permission.”
It was too late. Marjorie ignored her and said into the phone, “Hal? Hi. I’m at the cabin I told you about.” “Yes, the FBI is here and about to arrest us on charges of ‘evading justice’.” “Yes, agents Thomas Gerrick and Maria Squires.” “Hold on.”
Marjorie turned to them and asked in a confrontational tone only a genuine reporter could conjure, “What office do you work out of?”
Gerrick reluctantly said, “Nashville.”
Back into the phone, Marjorie said, “Nashville.” “No, they probably followed me here despite my efforts to avoid being followed by other members of the press.” “They do not seem familiar with first amendment rights.” “Okay, I will let them know.” “Thanks, bye.” There had been long pauses between each of her remarks that we could hear.
Marjorie turned back to the agents, “If you arrest us or detain us in any way, the Bureau will immediately be served with a writ of habeas corpus. ‘Evading justice is not a defensible excuse for our detention. Your agency also will immediately be defiled in the news media for harassment and false imprisonment, as well as violations of our first, fourth, and ninth amendment rights.
“There are about a hundred of the best lawyers and PR people in the country waiting to pounce on this case with every ounce of energy they have, energy that will make you look bad – as a Bureau and as individual agents whose names will be used publicly, which we can do since you are publicly arresting us on trumped-up charges.
“You will also create an international incident that will strain the relations with Britain and all countries who have dignitaries visit the United States. Believe me, you especially, and the government, will come out of this looking bad and sucking sewer water. I would suspect that your careers in law enforcement might come to a sudden end, well, unless you like working graveyard shift security at the local shopping mall.” She crossed her arms and looked at the FBI agents in a menacing way.
Gerrick and Squires looked at each other, but neither seemed impressed with her speech or intimidated by the veiled threats. I wondered what constitutional amendments really had to do with our arrest, especially those she cited.
Gerrick cautiously said, “Let me step out and make some calls. I’ll square off on the warrant too.”
Before he reached the door, his cell phone rang. Standing by the door, he answered the phone. His voice got very formal very fast, “Yes, sir.” “No, sir.” “Yes, sir.” “No, sir.” “Immediately, sir.” “Thank you, sir.” “I understand, sir.” “Goodbye, sir.” We could almost hear the voice shouting on the other end of the phone call as Gerrick often had to hold the phone away from his ear. Gerrick’s voice had been exceptionally deferential not to mention the look on his face. During the short call the color had left his face, turning him a pale sickly shade. His posture dropped too, from confrontational to almost submissive.
Squires gave him a questioning look as her partner ended the call. Gerrick said to her, “That was the Deputy Director of the Bureau calling from Washington.” To himself he muttered, “I wonder how he had my cellphone number?”
Gerrick turned to us and genuflected in the princess’s direction, “Please accept our apologies for intruding on your peaceful day. Please forget anything we might inferred about arresting you for any reason. We thank you for the coffee, and will now leave you. You should not be bothered in the future. We have been instructed to stand guard up on the main road to be sure no one comes down here to disturb you. We will be there until you leave.”
He gave Squires a gesture to get the hell out the front door at a near run, and seconds later they were gone. I watched from the doorway, as they rushed to their car, and hastily drove away up the long dirt driveway towards the main road a mile or more away.
Carrie ruminated, “That was interesting.” She sauntered up to me, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
Marjorie said, “The executives at the station had a feeling this would happen. We tried to speculate about what grounds the authorities would have for any arrests. Think about it. A celebrity goes underground of her own volition, meets with friends who help shield her from the public and press – something that happens every day. She and her friends do nothing wrong, and even try to inform the authorities of her safety and desire for privacy. They ran the whole scene past the company’s general counsel, and then through our consulting law firm. We were covering our own asses there, too, mind you, first amendment rights notwithstanding.”
She continued, “After the interview, most of the country by far is supportive of what Carrie’s doing. They back her, the same way they would want to be backed if they wanted a little privacy. There is no mandate or law for her to return to her public life, although she is a celebrity and the curiosity factor will continue for a long time.”
Marjorie laughed, “Carrie is officially in this country on a six-month visitor’s B2 visa. She can petition the State Department for an extension, or get married to a U.S. citizen and notify them, in which case she immediately can get an open-ended visa with no expiration date. She can then apply for a green card.” Marjorie grinned at me, as though she were giving me a hint about something I should do.
Carrie asked, “What about all my real ID – my passport and things?”
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