Midnight
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Episode 077: LIfELInE
BDSM Sex Story: Episode 077: LIfELInE - 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
“Rise and shine Amador.”
“I answer only to Zera.”
“Rise and shine Zera.”
“Better!” The silver haired mother of one/ none in her opinion, rose to sit up on her jail cell cot. Unlocking her cell door Sheriff Dolan Roster stepped inside, blocking her exit. “Before you walk out of here let me just get in a word.”
“As you wish.”
She remained seated but lounged back, held aloft by her hands on the cot. Still naked she did her best to look seductive. Not hard for a silver fox even if her body needed a bit of tightening up after her former persona Irene Amador let herself grow sloppy. Zera had every intention of turning this bag into a goddess level hard body. Still sturdy in most spots, her chest even defied gravity. Legs parted Dolan tried his best not to stare at her vagina.
“I brought you a shirt to put on. I’m certain a dress won’t cut it with you as you are now.”
“I prefer my skin. You may keep the shirt. Unless Kami orders me to wear clothing I will refrain from this breath forward. If his slaves are naked day in, day out. I will enjoy that freedom as well.”
“I wouldn’t call it freedom. Nick enforces that nudity.”
“Yet, he does not own me. Currently! In time he will, I have faith. Where is Kami?”
“Courthouse! A lot has happened since you got locked up. I’ll be honest I’m too tired and too emotionally drained to explain it all. I was just instructed to let you go.”
“And where am I to reside? I refuse to go back to the Cooper home.”
“That is on you. Take it up with Nick. I’m buried in paperwork and dealing with telling family about our losses.”
“Losses?”
“You recall Herb DeWhitt? Ben Squatting Wolf from the REZ?”
“I do.”
“Both of them were killed last night. That body at the Shoals where Midnight fell on top of, the FBI has identified it as Raymond Scott.”
“Raymond? How ... unfortunate.” She creased her brow and appeared as if a memory. “He was quite tolerable to my other as a child.”
“Irene knew Ray?”
“She did. He used to bounce her on his knee. A friend to the family Sage.”
“Wow! Are you showing emotion?”
“I am not! I merely sense the past. That necklace that Veronica Redmane and I found. Was it of importance?”
“It belonged to a missing person case. One Julie Barker.”
“I see.”
“Anyways! You’re free to go. I won’t make you wear the shirt but the first call I get about you roaming naked and anyone objecting I will have no choice but to...”
“Take me where I need to go? You release me yet you allow Midnight and the Bearpaw waste of time to get away with it. I will not obey you Sheriff, I must detest.”
“Damn it Ire-- Zera! Fine! Go flaunt your stuff, I’m too fucking tired to argue. Nick can deal with your stubborn ass.”
“I look forward to his punishment. Where is my old cellmate?”
“Opal? Last I knew, she was out at the Shoals. She had to tidy up the mess she made out there.”
“How many lives did she take?”
“How do you know she took any lives?”
“She reeks of slaughter. A beast resides within her. I can relate.”
“Beast inside ... I think you might be the beast. I always liked Irene.”
“A mask. I am the true visage.” She stood up! “Might I clean up in your bathroom?”
“Feel free! See your way out and stay out of trouble.”
“If it should find me, I will not ignore it.” Pushing around him Zera left the confinement and found the restroom. Taking ten minutes to clean up she walked out and toward the front door. No clothing, no shoes, nothing!
“Hey, Irene ... I mean, Zera. Sorry!”
“Hannah Bell!” Just before the entrance was Dispatch. Sitting at her desk yawning after relieving her mother Stacy for another 12-hour shift Hannah paused to see Zera in the flesh.
“You’re leaving like that?” Sniffing the air Zera stepped into Hannah’s office and ignored the girl. Hannah’s purse on a filing cabinet Zera abused her welcome by digging inside it without permission. “Hey! That does not belong to you.”
Finding a perfume bottle Zera shot thin mists all over her body. “There! Now I wear something. I approve of your scent.”
“My scent?”
“Calvin Heavy-Feather!” Without so much as a thank you Zera walked out smelling like roses.
“How did she know I had sex with Calvin? That was yesterday. Ugh! She will be back within the hour.” Charged with something! Hannah was tempted to warn Dolan in his office but decided to let it go. She missed Calvin!
Downtown Caretaker! The County Courthouse!
Arriving in fashion, meant a button-down black dress shirt and slacks. Nick Sanchez parked his borrowed 4Runner belonging to his friend Marcus Jericho on the street without even feeding a parking meter. Until he bought a new truck of his own the Raptor belonging to the late Tomas Sylver was demolished. He was going to miss that ride, but it was beyond repair. A new Raptor on order via Eloise Dyson would be ready in another day or three.
From there he opened his tailgate and led his slave Midnight Amador down by collar and leash. Her blinged out piercings were as shiny as her flesh. Midnight was proud of her naked body. So was Nick! Time to show her off! Tailgate up!
The local News Press was congesting outside the courthouse, there to cover what little they could decipher after learning of Raymond Scott’s body. Three reporters, three cameramen. Shockingly that was it. Other reporters were out on the REZ with similar motives.
The second Nick walked toward them the cameras began rolling. There was definitely going to be some blurred out footage of Midnight before anything made the air. Reporters immediately raced toward them on the sidewalk. No knowledge of who Nick even was the merest notion of a stranger leading a naked beauty to the courthouse at least kept them entertained. They did find it odd that the Dupont police department sitting in their cars out on the street were saying nothing to Nick and his slave. Hmm! They were definitely checking out Midnight. One hell of a distraction!
“Excuse me! Penelope Hughes, Channel 15! Are you here over the Raymond Scott body?”
“No comment!” He weaved around her. Sadly, the cameramen captured more of Midnight than their own reporter. A hot bitch on a leash batting her eyes at them had the gents filming a porno rather than any interview. Midnight even teased her nipples just for them. Her usual dose of hormone escalation had her weeping down her thighs at so many men.
“May we ask who you are?”
“The man in black.”
“And who is this with you?” A third reporter a man asked!
“Slap her ass and ask her for yourself. Just don’t get near the anal hook.”
“That would be unethical.”
“She won’t sue you. Go for it!”
“I can’t!” As much as he wanted to, even with Midnight bending over with hopeful expectation he just couldn’t for fear of losing his job.
“Then get the fuck out of my way. I have business to attend to.” A tug on the leash he ventured forth, Midnight reacting to hot concrete on her bare feet. No pain, no gain!
Ignoring the reporters, they eased back and let Nick proceed on. Cameras rolled until he entered the courthouse doors. For now, they were not the story. Passing by other essential offices Nick and Midnight took the stairs up to the second floor where the mayor’s office resided. A clear glass wall Nick found a woman leaving the mayor’s private office, adjusting her dress. It was blatantly obvious the 29-year-old beauty was doing something she shouldn’t have been. The 5’4 blonde with blue eyes noticed Nick and Midnight and hurried to sit at her desk.
“Mister Sanchez! Good morning!”
“Fields!” He referred to her by her last name, Carrie Lynn Fields her full moniker. “Do me a favor and watch my whore.” He moved to the secretary’s left and made Midnight kneel. Handing Carrie the leash, he patted Midnight atop the head. “Clean Field’s here up. Horatio is leaking from her cunt.”
“Dear God!”
The woman, distinctively speaking in a British accent blushed. How did he know she had just let Horatio Topsail fuck her over his desk. It might have been her white blouse nearly sheer and her areolas peeking out that gave him a clue. Once she held the leash Nick turned and walked away without her warning the mayor he was there. Entering and closing the door, Carrie smiled and lifted up in her seat to tug her short skirt up to her waist. “Umm! Here Puppy?” Good enough for Midnight, she leaned in and licked the Brit’s twat of Horatio’s leftovers. Carrie loved her job as much as Midnight did.
“Back for more, Ms. Fields?” The portly mayor of Caretaker Horatio Topsail looked up from his desk then bulged his eyes. “Sanchez!”
“Relax! We need to talk about everything.”
“The body of Raymond Scott?”
“I’ll get to him. For beginners I need you to arrange the cremation of Herb DeWhitt. I’ll pay for everything; he was a good soldier. We can spread his ashes out at Harbinger Shoals but give him a grave plot nearby for others to pay their respects. Give him nothing but Caretaker’s best.”
“Absolutely! Have a seat.”
“I’ll stand.” Arms behind his back looking in charge. “Concerning Raymond Scott. Once the FBI gives you the go-ahead, I want you to work with the REZ on removing Scott’s body and back where it belongs, with his family. I’ve already told the Elders I would cover a proper funeral for Scott to be buried next to the new Historical Society I’ll break ground on next week. I told Newton Waterfall to hire only on REZ folks to build the center and see to it that Ray is laid to rest.”
“It sounds like you have it all covered. How did you handle the Press?”
“By saying nothing!”
“They do have a right to know. By all rights, I should be out there filling them in. Dolan Roster asked me to hold off until you and I could speak. Roster and I both need to get in front of this before we look bad.”
“You are bad. Don’t even go there, Topsail. We’ve been through this already. I know every dirty deed you’ve been involved with since taking office. Hell, before the seat was cool.”
“You swore you would keep all of that to yourself. It’s not like I killed anyone.”
“Noted! I have!” That made Horatio clear his throat. “Too many bodies to count. Some of them in your morgue by now. Our agreement was that you look away at any and all things I do around Caretaker.”
“Have I objected to your parading your lovely ladies around in the nude? The complaints I have received have been sparse I will admit. Your upgrading Caretaker has most of those complaints biting their tongues.”
“Only the beginning. That rundown park on the outskirts, Frisky Clam Park!”
“I used to play there as a youngster. What about it? New swings for the kids?”
“Sex swings!”
“Excuse me?”
“I like the location, so I’ll be bulldozing it and putting in a strip club. I’ll build a brand-new park for the children across town. Maybe even a waterslide and petting zoo. Seeing as this land is your jurisdiction I’ll need you to sign off on the construction. Tell the city board to bite the bullet. For everything they might disagree with their objection will be rewarded by something positive in return. The strip club in exchange for a new top end park.”
“Makes sense!”
“That rundown animal shelter is the prime spot for a medical center. I have my people making calls to construction companies. Their reps will be calling you. I expect you to agree with these new builds and jot down your John Hancock on all dotted lines to set things in motion.”
“I can do that as long as it’s legal. This club...”
“WILL BE BUILT!”
“The city has a no solicitation ordinance.”
“Burn it! Or I take back everything and leave this dumpster fire you call a sleepy little burg to waste away into a ghost town. I AM trying to help. Scratch my back, I don’t turn you in for your misdeeds.”
“Fine! I’ll share my payoffs with the board to comply.”
“Considering your past that’s in your favor come election time. The man who helped save Caretaker.”
“That certainly sounds nice. I rather like my career.”
“As long as I’m living here you are under my protection. No fear, just respect. Another thing! Coastal Waiter’s Diner is now owned by Naomi Walker, soon to be Culpepper. I expect you to overlook the waitresses. They will soon be nude as well. Is this understood.”
“What about the FDA. That is unsanitary.”
“Afraid of a pube in your soup?”
“Perhaps! But I rarely eat there anyway. I can’t imagine Lynette Brewer serving in the nude.”
“She won’t be. She will be retiring along with Olan Kerrick. The only current waitress will be Caprice Comstock. Naomi will likely be clothed. Others to be hired.”
“Naomi agrees to this?”
“My money, she better. Considering I’m flying her and Culpepper to Puerto Rico to be married on my private island she will fall in line.”
“You just buy everyone’s loyalty, don’t you?”
“Only those who deserve second chances.”
“I presume I’m one of those?”
“To be determined! I don’t consider you a bad person, just greedy.”
“And the Roster family never knows?”
“Only if you tell them.”
“Is there anything else?”
“Yeah! Your Brit out there performs her job in the nude from here on out. Give her a raise, I’ll up yours for doing it.”
“Carrie will not ... disappoint either of us.”
“I’ll be in touch. Go outside and tell them you await FBI approval before discussing matters further, that you and Roster were ordered to stand down pending investigations.”
“Fair enough!”
Horatio stood up and followed Nick to his door. Opening it the men heard a shrill orgasm and found something even Nick did not predict. Midnight was lying on Carrie’s desk, and Carrie was now eating out Nick’s slave. Touche! Orgasm achieved, Nick reclaimed the handle on the leash and drug Midnight to her quaking feet.
“Keep up or I drag you to the truck.”
Horatio helped Carrie to her feet then paused Nick. “One more moment, Mister Sanchez.” He then set out to remove Carrie’s skirt and button down blouse. A stunning body beneath and only in a bra that too was removed. Parading Carrie out from behind her desk he showed her off.
“Keep her that way.”
“Yes, Sir!”
“That’s what she said! Wasn’t it, Field’s?”
“Yes ... Sir’s!”
Nick took his leave.
Horatio took Carrie back into his office.
DICKtation!
Plenty of Post-it-notes!
Harbinger Shoals!
A new detail of law enforcement was beginning to arrive from the various small towns within a fifty-mile radius of Caretaker. Members of the REZ force were weary over yesterday’s events and revelations. Still, rested if without sleep they were in attendance to safeguard one of their own in the body of Raymond Scott.
Congregating on the dirt road running in front of the Shoals the Dermitt and Claudette officers greeted the REZ and Caretaker troops with yawns and fist-bumps. Newly hired Caretaker officer Violet Murphy if not officially transferred brought coffee and shared it with everyone who needed a wake-up charge. Torpedo sized Thermos and plenty of cups to go around the group shared in their thoughts. No real need for any debriefing it was a simple.
“All quiet! Crickets and ocean waves!”
“Morning, Violet!”
“Hey there, Mellow! Long time no kiss.” Violet winked at the ebony beauty. “You did not hear me say that. Especially around Darcy Grainger. She and I just started seeing one another.”
“Our past is just that.” Officer Mellow Quitely flipped her tongue out at the busty brunette. “Besides, I have my eye out on someone new.”
“Oh, really? Do tell!”
“Better not jinx it. She did invite me to dinner sometime once this whole Raymond Scott thing is in the wind.” She lowered her voice when she noted REZ Officer Rosemary Deerjohn approaching. “Hi, Rosie!”
“Ladies!”
“I almost dread asking, but how is everyone on the REZ coping with the news?” Mellow shared concern.
“As you can imagine! Newton Waterfall is preparing a statement. News crews are at the Civic Center already.”
“I’m sorry to hear about Ben Squatting Wolf.”
“Thank you! It’s going to take some getting used to him being gone. Sad as it is, I’ll miss his farts after eating burritos. That boy was always tooting!” Smiles at best, laughter would have been disrespectful. “I heard you accepted a job here in Caretaker, Murph!”
“Yeah! I need change. Darcy Grainger and I are dating.”
“Lucky you! I sure wish I could find me a man.”
“Any word from Charleston about Crimson Merrick and Dawn Bearpaw?”
“Only thing I know is Nodin Merrick is skipping the speech Newton is prepping to drive over and bring Crimson home. Bearpaw refuses to leave until she has things settled with her tenure at the Historical Society. That is once the FBI gives them all the greenlight to carry on. Merrick is having the REZistance ride along as backup in case any further attacks get too close to his daughter. It is a safe bet they were only after Lillian Bearpaw due to her being Raymond Scott’s granddaughter. Crimson was just caught in the crossfire. I think her girlfriend is going along to drive their car back.”
“How is Bearpaw getting back home?”
“FBI escort, I presume.” Cars began to depart for home, officers waving goodbye. “I don’t see that black van. Did the Bowling Champ head home?”