Midnight
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Episode 70: MATADORA
BDSM Sex Story: Episode 70: MATADORA - Midnight Amador had no life. It began when the Man in Black said it could.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture White Male White Female Hispanic Male Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Exhibitionism Sex Toys Voyeurism Public Sex
Aspen, Colorado! 10:50 AM!
“Why did we choose a ski trip for our first vacation in years? Neither of us are in any shape to be here.”
“You’re telling me! It looked fun on the brochures.”
“You just wanted to ogle all of the snow bunnies.”
There was that! Dozens of young women with incredible bodies were on the bunny slopes just to hook up with hunky ski instructors. For the Cooper’s, Sheldon and Tilly they were not foolish enough to attempt the big slopes as of yet. It was hard enough just putting on their boots and skis. Overweight people had everyone laughing and they were totally the brunt of conversation. Youth could be so very cruel. That is until the Cooper couple were joined by their travel companions, two hired masseuses that were young and vital themselves. It wasn’t even sympathy; it was the big money that Nick Sanchez paid them to spend the week pampering their hosts. Becoming swingers in the process the middle-aged couple was shockingly having the time of their lives.
“We’ve got you two covered.” Bodybuilder Jack Ryder swooped in on Tilly and kissed her while the bunnies stopped snickering. Jack was gorgeous, watched by quite a few healthy young beauties. Once they noted him making out with Tilly their opinions changed. They seemed grossed out up until Jack winked at them and palmed his massive cock through his well-padded ski suit. Even cushioned that big boy was designed to be a topic of conversation. From that point on the ladies were picturing the muscular cad naked.
At ten-inches limp it was impossible to hide. Oddly enough, it didn’t even take Viagra to get him hard around Tilly. He was just that horny all the time. His wife Pamper Rose aka Pamela Rose Ryder was so porn star stacked all he had to do was picture her skiing naked and he was hard as a tree trunk.
Speaking of Pamper Rose she personally lured Sheldon away and gave him lessons. She like Jack kissing on him as if his mate. Just as the bunnies were swooning, so were the big game hunters, those hot young males there to find a cocoa and campfire cutie to bed down later. A belligerent anus amongst those cads just had to make fun of the weird twist of fate. Taking off on his own he ventured to the ski lift and stood in line to launch.
After witnessing his verbal harassment, a beautiful young brunette in full on pink ski outfit snuck in to join him. “Mind if we share a lift?” She batted her eyes at him. Troy Beringer took one look at her beauty and grinned.
“Absofuckinglutely! I’m Troy!”
“Hi, Toy!” On purpose she razzed him with her tongue. “I’m Alice!”
“You’re beautiful!”
“I know! Not so bad yourself. Are you a good skier?”
“Trophies on my fireplace mantle. I live nearby if you want to see them.” Braggart! Feigning a blush, she avoided any agreement due to the lift attendant motioning them in. A hold that thought finger she and Troy shuffled into position to catch the next rotation. Bench flowing under them the seat swept them off their feet and out into open air.
“Where were we?” Alice giggled! “Oh, yes! You want to make love to me on a bearskin rug in front of your trophies.”
“No bearskin rug but I can lay down plenty of blankets and put on a Yogi Bear cartoon.” He hoped his swagger wasn’t too idiotic.
“Aw! I love Booboo!” She nudged him with her right shoulder. “Kissing him even more.”
“Nice! Did you happen to see those fat fucks with the good-looking younger couple? That was just pathetic. You know damn well they paid those two to make them look good.”
“I know, right! I get paid to make people look good too.”
“Oh, really? You’d do what they did?”
“If the money was good enough, I’d do anything.” That had him staring in silence. “Black Ops! Trust me I’ve seen and done it all. That’s why I asked if you were a good skier. I like a challenge when I’m on vacation.”
“Black Ops? You’re a soldier.”
“Oh, yes! The best!” Again, Troy was getting a dry throat. She was giddy and all up on him but knowing she was a trained killer had him ready to crap in his pants. “I love skiing! Have you ever seen those James Bond movies with all the high-speed skiing, guys with machine guns. Snowmobile chases! I live for those.”
“Uh? Yeah, those are cool.”
“Don’t be frightened! I know my looks might not appear to be a seasoned fighter, but I have degrees in multiple contact arts. I was trained from a very young age.” He wasn’t buying it, instead envisioning this gorgeous woman naked here on the slopes. He went so far as to imagine her making snow angels while he got undressed to fuck her out here on the slopes. Fun, but no cigar!
“You have an accent I can’t quite place.”
“Spanish only not from Mexico. I hail from Spain.”
“Bullfighter too?”
“Bullshitter?” She bubbly pointed at Troy. “I have slain a bull yes. But I find bulls must be useful before I do.”
“Useful? How’s that?” A coy smirk she reached her right hand over and palmed his crotch.
“Not quite the bull I had hoped for, but adequate. Shall we make a wager?”
“Like what?”
“If you manage to beat me to the bottom of the mountain, I will spend the night with you and kiss your booboo with my very talented lips. Both sets!” She wiggled her eyebrows then lowered her goggles, their approach to vacate the lift forty yards away.
“And if you win?”
“I will be spending the night at your place with another.”
“Another? Please tell me you have a hot girlfriend.” Ego had him acting stupid.
“Oh, no! Only men for me. A bull to force my submission. To bed me down you must prove to me that you can win at all costs.”
“So, do what is necessary to win.”
“Si! You are very smart.” Playing upon his self-made bravado Troy Beringer nodded over her desire to be manhandled. To him it was obvious that was what she was getting at. “It takes much red to taunt a bull. Will you be the one to grunt viciously into my ear while showing no mercy?”
“Maybe! Are you going to kick my ass with any of those black belts before I get that opportunity?”
“I will resist kicking and striking you with my hands.”
“So, no playing dirty.”
“I did not say that.” She led the way in leaving their shared throne. Troy gave chase until they watched the lift arc and return home. Nobody behind them on another lift they stood alone staring into one another’s eyes.
“In that case! See you beneath me at my place. I’m destroying your ass.” He violently pushed her over and didn’t bother to see her lying there in the snow. Shooting off down the mountain Alice Martinez smirked and easily used her poles to rise up.
“That is the spirit. I so love a good hunt.”
Velocity brewing, she slashed through the snow following his ski tracks. Already a good eighty yards ahead she had her work cut out for her. Adrenalin pumping hard she caught up a whole lot faster than he anticipated. His heart was pounding as she met his left profile. “Nice try my potential Bully. Perhaps a secret rendezvous, Mister Bond.” She swerved right and entered a thicket of trees.
“Bond girl, eh? Nice!” Veering without losing balance he trailed her into the trees without thinking the worst. His mistake! “Where did you go?”
“I am here!” She had halted and hid behind a tree. Unzipping her parka Troy Beringer was gifted the rendezvous he was hoping for. Pulling her coat aside she had nothing underneath it. Her perfectly golden 36C breasts were shaken his way.
“Fuck those are nice.” He instantly pictured her naked in the virgin snow like a bunny in heat.
“You have not beaten me.” She left her coat wide open and used her poles to propel her back into skiing down the mountainside. Snarling at the minx Troy hit the slope in hot pursuit. Catching up to her again she razzed him with her tongue and shot off into another set of oncoming pines.
“Fuck!” He shifted to join her. Hearing laughter he walked right into a pole. She had both ski poles with the handles posed against her bare chest as he swept blindly through the branches. Unable to stop he impaled himself on the ends of her staffs. The tips had become pointed blades. Shocked by the impact Troy looked down at his bleeding chest, his coat bursting in color around the pigstickers.
“I knew if I pointed these in the right direction you would follow. Consider these the horns of the bull.”
“What the fuck? Why?”
“Truth be told, I hate skiing. My boyfriend made me come along on this stupid vacation. I needed to vent. I have watched you all morning, you are quite the estupido. God’s gift to women. Making mockery of those less fortunate to be as handsome as you. Would I have been another trophy on your mantle Toy?”
“Troy!”
“Same thing!”
She removed both dagger poles and blood spilled freely. Using her pole to lift his chin she kept her distance and swept the other pole upward until stabbing him in the throat. Severing his vocal cords with ease his throat filled with blood. “Do not ruin my lovely parka.” She jolted him backwards and he fell to his right due to his skis. On the ground she watched him cough up blood through the fountain of his pierced artery. In minutes Troy Beringer was deceased.
Once the blood flow slowed, she knelt down between his legs and unzipped his pants. Careful not to leave fingerprints she forced his penis and scrotum out into the open, packing snow around them. Once the snow absorbed the blood, she cut his genitalia off with a blade up kept her sleeve. Bloody still she took out a handkerchief and packed it in more snow before laying his manhood within. Folded neatly she placed it into a baggie.
“You have your trophies, I have mine. Goodbye, my Bull! Castration is all part of a Torera’s job. Matadora if you will.” Coat zipped up to cloak her nipple erection! Ballsy Bitch!
As a professional killer she left nothing behind to connect her to his murder. She used his own poles to pierce his wounds like a piece of art and left him there to rot. Alice returned to the base of the mountain alone and looking innocent. Not even the lift attendant would be questioned about Troy and the pink bunny until much later. She did however compliment Tilly Cooper on her progress. Nice of her!
Charleston, South Carolina! FBI Headquarters! So much for lunch!
“Alright, Hallifax, we know you passed off that flash drive to Deidre Carpenter.” Special Agent Don Monroe held up the bagged evidence in front of his face. “We won’t bother knowing how long you’ve been dirty. For now, we need to know who put you up to sabotaging McDaniel’s work before anything unfortunate happens to you like it did her. Yes, we’ve reviewed the information you swiped and made multiple copies so there’s no chance of us losing these results again.”
“I can’t believe Dee is dead.” Lloyd Hallifax was grieving. He felt defeated! “Who got to her?”
“Do the names Rex Duvall and Jaime Mendez mean anything to you?”
“Nothing! I only receive texts that erase after I read them and confirm. Money drops right into my account. Don ... I don’t want to die.”
“I understand that.” So, did his partner Elijah Ramirez standing at the door. It wasn’t like Lloyd was ever a prick, he was always cheerful overall. Bad was bad however! “We plan on putting you in solitary under guard.”
“Be careful choosing guards for me. I have no doubt in my mind that there are others employed by whoever contacts me. We’ve moved beneath your notice for over ten years now. Well, I have. Dee was less! God rest her soul. I swear to you guys I will cooperate to the fullest. I know I’m done for, once I go to trial and or get sent away. My fate is sealed.”
“It’s good that you want to make amends, Lloyd.” Eli spoke up. “I’ll get word to your wife and kids. We have your home under surveillance as we speak just in case.”
“Thanks! Maggie will never forgive me.”
“Comes with the territory.” Don sighed! “Okay, so no idea who pays you. By the way, we’ve frozen your accounts but left whatever your paychecks amounted to for Maggie and the boys.”
“Sufficient! With her job Maggie makes enough to support Dean and Martin.”
“What we do know is Mendez and Duvall must have been terrified to be hauled in to commit suicide by cyanide tablet. Vicious way to die!”
“My wonder is why they would even want the evidence tied to this Raymond Scott guy. Tribal elder on the Santee Rez. He went MIA years ago it seems, now we know why. Question is who buried him out on Harbinger Shoals.”
“I wish I had answers for you, Don, I do. I’m just a currier. I had no idea who this Raymond Scott even was. I’m pretty certain Dee didn’t either.”
“Scott is not the first person to ever disappear on Indigenous soil.” Ramirez related! “Might be the highest ranking one though. We need to contact the owner of Harbinger Shoals, Don. Warn him.”
“We do this by the book Elijah. I’ll call Sheriff Roster the second I leave here. Eli? I trust you, can you watch over Lloyd here tonight? Select your guards personally.”
“I can do that. How about McKenna? She was pretty tough out there earlier. We know she’s legit at least.”
“True! Rookie or not, she had balls enough to give one heck of a pursuit.”
“I’m more shocked by Maxine Park doing her ninja shit. To be honest, it makes me wonder if she’s a plant. She did follow Carpenter out on her own without telling anyone.”
“If she was then the results would have been destroyed. My gut says she was hoping to dissuade Dee. She just happened to stumble onto an assassination.”
“Not shaken up much by it.”
“Her obvious training probably killed any emotion. Max is working with us, not against.”
“She was awful chummy around Sanchez.”
“Notice the Japanese tattoos on his arms? That alone drew her interest. No, I’m thinking she has a crush on him, sex slaves or not.”
“Sorry, Lloyd! We really shouldn’t be talking in front of you.”
“Relax! I don’t even care. Nothing you say in front of me leaves my lips. I’m done for. Guys? Seriously, if I can be of help, I swear I will. Just protect my family.”
“Relocation?” Eli cocked a brow toward Don. “Someplace only you and I might know? If those guys want Lloyd here dead too, then even locked up with armed guards we risk an attack.”
“Sit tight here with, Lloyd.” Don stood up and grabbed his jacket from his chair. “Let me call Roster and discuss options. His end needs to be aware of anything coming their way.”
“Here until you relieve me.” A pat on Eli’s shoulder, Don nodded at Lloyd.
“Hang in there Hallifax! Let me figure this out.”
Stepping outside Don huffed his cheeks and took out his cellphone. Fresh air needed he headed up to the roof where it was quiet. Chocking the door so he didn’t get locked out Don moved to the West side of the building and stood looking out over the cityscape of localized Charleston. Nothing much nearby, the Bureau HQ was off on its own pretty much. Dialing Sheriff Dolan Roster, he waited on the man to answer.
Up inside the renovated main house of Harbinger Shoals, Dolan was relieving his bladder in the bathroom. Sure, he could have pissed in the weeds, but he wasn’t barbaric. He did like being sanitary. Cell catching him off guard he finished his urination before flushing. Answering but putting his phone on speaker he washed his hands.
“This is Sheriff Dolan Roster.”
“Special Agent, Don Monroe.”
“Only a few hours since you called. What’s up?”
“A lot has happened since that call. Lost one of our dirty feds. Assassinated in her car by garrote.”
“Ouch!”
“Assailant escaped with a copied flash drive of McDaniel’s test results, the other bad fed destroyed the sample bones. Lucky day for us, we managed to get back the test results after the two assailants committed suicide.”
“Jesus!”
“Remember our photographer, Maxine Park? She went all Bruce Lee on one of them. Our Agent McKenna Grace dealt with the other one. We have ourselves a regular Charlie’s Angels unit started it seems. They both did great even if Max isn’t an agent.”
“So, no witnesses to interrogate?”
“Only the other dirty fed. Sad to say he’s fucking likeable, just greedy. He’s terrified for his family but doesn’t really know anything.” Dolan stepped out of the restroom drying his hands on his pants and took their call outdoors. Taking a seat on the front porch he continued listening in. “Anyway! We ran the drives contents and discovered who the body in the crypt was.”
“You boys move fast.”
“It’s our job. Does the name Raymond Scott perk your ear?”
“Aw, hell! That’s Newton Waterfall’s father-in-law. His wife Rayna is Scott’s daughter... “ He then paused! “Monroe? I need to tell Sanchez; his slave Lillian is Raymond Scott’s granddaughter.” Now technically Midnight Amador’s grandfather as well. By marriage only! Her father Wanita Scott-Bearpaw’s husband with Irene Amador. “This really complicates things. With the Santee out here working for Sanchez, this might put a wedge in the work environment. Do you want to deal with Waterfall? Maybe call Sheriff Bonebury on the Rez?”
“I was hoping you might carry that load. I’m tied down here protecting our only witness to the crime at the moment. I will say this much, I’m not certain who around your parts can be trusted if this is a Rez murder. Do you trust this, Bonebury?”
“Mixed on the trust. Victor is up and up but he also takes money from Nodin Merrick I hear. Whether either one of them have any part in this, I have no clue. As long as Raymond Scott has been missing, I question if Nodin had a part. Possibly his father because he was next in line as Elder until he had a heart attack and died. This was shortly after Nodin’s wife perished in a car accident. Who knows to be honest.”
“Tread lightly then.”