Chapter 1

Some times undercover operations go wrong ... very wrong, even with the best of planning and preparation, it's that one unknown, unplanned factor turns up and bam! The op has turned sour.

Brad and I had been so meticulous when we planned our operation to get our hands on Frankie Chiarelli ... he was one of the worst pieces of shit you could ever come across. He cared for no one but himself, head of a crime syndicate, and always had at least two bodyguards around for protection. We knew he'd put out contacts on at least six people ... but it wasn't only the contracts that were casualties there were others who had inadvertently got in the way ... wrong place at the wrong time ... women, children, old folk ... Chiarelli really didn't care, he was one heartless son of a bitch. He laughed in the face of the law and having a super smart lawyer he always managed to get away with it, but not this time ... this time we had the goods on him, a nice tidy sealed package, which we knew, would get a conviction. The thing is he knew it too and had fled the country. Extradition was going to be difficult if not impossible, so Brad and I had decided to go after him, grab him and drag him back and if all else failed I was going to kill him myself. He wasn't going to get away with it again, not if I had anything to do with it. My sister had been one of those innocent victims and during his trial he's sat in the court smiling, laughing and smirking, knowing he was never going to be convicted ... not this time.

I'd made the decision there and then ... one way or the other Frankie Chiarelli was going to pay the price for all his dastardly crimes.

It had taken some time but we had eventually tracked him down ... the only problem was his being out of our jurisdiction ... we would have to get him back on our turf so that we could formally charge him.

Well first things first, we thought ... lets go to where he's hiding, do a stake out and see if we can formulate a plan. The flight had taken twelve hours. He'd certainly picked an out of the way place to hide ... it was another six hours hard drive in a Land Cruiser before we reached the picturesque village where he was now calling home. Quite different from the flashy big city life he's had before fleeing ... still for him it was better than a six by six cell somewhere. Income for the village was mainly from sheep and tourists ... that's what Brad and I had decided to become for the duration of our stay ... tourists. The hotel was comfortable and clean, without being flashy ... but then you couldn't expect any thing else so far from civilization.

We decided to casually pass by his residence ... not linger or stop. He'd certainly put all his illegally earned money to use ... prostitution, drugs or any thing else that would make him money. It wasn't past him to find good looking women to sell to overseas buyers ... stole, or kidnapped to order ... then shipped out to who knows where, Africa, Middle Eastern sheiks or brothels and Far Eastern brothels ... the slave trade for him was another lucrative business.

We discretely staked out his house, watched him come and go, his every movement of every day until we knew where and when he'd be at any one time.

Once we knew his regular movements we were able to form a plan.

Tuesdays and Thursdays he visited a little café ... neat, tidy which served pretty good food and wine. Agent Costello, (Brad) and I had eaten there ourselves and had to agree Chiarelli had good taste. He also had good taste in women ... something we already knew. His sexual gratification came from a young waitress who worked at the café ... once he'd finished his meal, he'd take her to a motel room, spend an hour or so in pleasure time, the girl would return to work and a little richer for her time spent in the motel ... now we knew how it was going to go down.

All we had to do was remove the girl Zoë from the scene ... that meant he would need to look elsewhere for his afternoon's pleasure ... enter me. I'd been undercover before acting the part as a prostitute. I only had to carry it all the way once ... or blow my cover ... having sex with a guy you hate and are trying to bust is not easy, you really do have to turn yourself off to it and steep yourself in the part. The alternative is to get found out your not a prostitute but an undercover cop and well that isn't too healthy for you ... believe me its better to get screwed than have your throat slit.

His watering hole was the little bar down the street. I was to be a tourist passing through enjoying the sights of this delightfully picturesque little village. I was gathering material for a novel I was writing and just could not resist spending time here. I'd set myself up at the bar before he came in.

It was easy to pay Zoë off, told her to be somewhere else that afternoon ... of course the money we paid her helped a little to persuade her. Once we had it all set up we just had to wait.

Sure enough Frankie boy turns up at his favourite eatery, disappointment showing on his face.

"Where's the girl Zoë?" He asked

"She's up country for the day Mr. Scarcia ... had to go attend to some urgent family business"

Scarcia ... so that's what he calls himself now. The sour look on his face was enough. He sure as hell wasn't going to get anywhere with the owners wife who was now serving tables ... besides she was far too plump for his liking.

I sat at the bar nursing a drink, making sure my skirt was well up and showing plenty of shapely leg. I'd undone the buttons on my blouse so that he would be able to see plenty of cleavage ... if he didn't make a beeline for me, then I don't know what would attract him. I'd already had to tell three other guys to take a hike.

He stood at the door a moment, letting his eyes accustom to the dim interior. I didn't look toward him ... just stared into my drink. His eyes raked the bar and surrounding area, then he saw the long legged blond at the bar, she was alone. Well maybe the day wasn't wasted after all. I wonder what time those legs open, he thought to himself ... already starting to feel a stirring in his loins.

"Hi honey I ain't seen you here before"

"Haven't been here before ... just passing through"

I could see his eyes were squarely looking at my breasts ... his mouth almost watering.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked

"Yeh ... thanks a red wine would be nice" I replied.

Once the barman had poured me a wine and him a beer he suggested we move to a cozy corner alcove. I felt his arm around my waist as he shepherded me toward the table.

"I'm Amato ... Amato Scarcia by the way and you are?"

"Anna ... Anna Copeland ... budding writer I hope"

"So ... tell what's a great looking chick like you doing all the way out here, Anna Copeland ... budding writer?"

I told him I was a writer and was trying to get some background for my latest book ... I told him the outline and threw in a little bit of eroticism to get his juices percolating. I kept touching him from time to time, just flirting a little ... drawing him in ... bit by bit.

I knew I had him when like wise he kept touching me, at times covering my hand with his hand ... giving it a friendly little squeeze.

"So what does everybody do for action or entertainment down here?" I asked

He looked at me for a while, saying nothing ... then.

"Oh ... we make our own entertainment honey ... know what I mean?" he said, a wry grin and a wink.

"Oh ... I see ... well..."

"If you're not doing anything and would like a little entertaining we could go to my place ... what do you say?" a grin of expectation on his face.

"Oh ... er ... I don't know ... I..."

"Oh come on honey ... lets not pussy foot around here ... you've been playing around with me all afternoon ... leading me on. I know you want some of it ... out here all by yourself ... feeling a little randy, I may not be the worlds greatest catch but I'm the best in these parts, let me prove it to you ... I can guarantee you won't be disappointed ... in fact I think you'll love it"

Well it's what I'd come for, to real him in and I had him hook line and sinker. It was now entering the dangerous part of the set up. I had to get him to come to my hotel room, not his house, in his house I had no defense against him and Brad could not get in there to make the arrest ... my room or it was all off.

"Well Amato ... I'd love to go with you, I really would, I think you and I could have some real fun ... know what I mean (a mischievous twinkle in my eye and squeezing his hand) but I think it might be better if we went to my hotel room ... I can give you what you want just as easy there as your house ... what do you say?"

He hesitated a moment or two ... contemplating the offer then. "Yeah ... yeah why not, if you feel more comfortable there why not ... I'm for it ... I know I can make you real happy sweetheart ... you're not gona be disappointed, I can promise you that"

Good the first part had succeeded, now all I had to do is hope that Brad got to the room and make the arrest before it went too far ... there was no way I would be able to fend him off ... I'd already placed a knife under the pillow just in case ... but things can aft gang astray ... as they say.

We left the bar ... his arm around my waist, walking me toward the hotel. Brad should be around the back right now ... ready to pounce. The only problem I could see was his two bodyguards trooping along a few yards behind us.

As we walked he kept making complimentary remarks ... how good I looked ... how nice my hair was ... how good I smelled ... his hand slipping to my bum ... squeezing my butt.

"You got a nice tight ass Anna you're gona enjoy this ... I just know you are ... we're gona have some real good fun you'll see" he said.

If I didn't know him for what he was he sounded like a real good regular horny guy. I tried hard to hold back the revulsion I held for this guy, tried not to think about all the innocent people he'd killed and in particular my sister ... these thoughts kept driving me on ... I had to do this ... not much longer now I thought.

We climbed the stairs leading to my room. My hands were shaking as I tried to fit the key in the lock.

"Here ... let me honey ... I guess you're all overcome with excitement ... thinking how good its all gona be ... I know I am ... just a little bit longer and we'll be doing it ... you and me love ... I bet you fuck real good"

With the door opened I felt myself being propelled into the room as he pushed me from behind, just as I turned to face him, his arms were around my waist, pulling me hard against him and pressing me against the wall. I could feel is hard erection pressing against my stomach. His lips were upon my lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I tried pushing him away ... but he held onto me tightly. His hands now at my blouse tearing it off ... buttons flying in all directions ... then on my breasts as he squeezed them hard. I was fighting for breath ... now he was at my neck, biting it like a vampire. I still could not breath ... I was gasping for air ... tying to tell him to stop. I felt my bra being torn from me ... my breasts now naked ... hot calloused hands cupping and squeezing them ... now his mouth sucking at one of the nipples ... he was like a wild animal that had just been unleashed. As I got my breath back I said

"No ... no ... Amato ... slow down ... slow down ... not so fast please" I was begging him and now would be a good time for Brad to make his entrance ... get the cuffs on him and maybe a bucket of water to cool him down.

"No honey, this is what you've been begging for ... you've been coming onto me like a bitch on heat all the time ... let's get it on"

He spun me around in his arms and pushed me onto the bed, falling on top of me.

Oh god no ... no I thought, this is getting out of hand ... where's Brad.

His eyes were ablaze with lust ... there was no stopping him as he pushed my skirt up around my waist.

"No ... please Amato ... slow down ... slow down ... let's just take it easy" I said and at the same time trying to push free from him.

"What's wrong Anna don't you want it ... don't you like to fuck eh ... is that it"

"No ... no I do want it ... I do want it ... and I do like to fuck ... but not like this ... I like it nice and easy" I said trying to calm his passion ... give me time to think ... this was not the time blow my cover and tell him I was a cop and that I was going to arrest him. I felt my knickers being ripped from my body, the sight of my pussy only adding further fuel to his wild lusts and passions. "Ho ... look at that ... look at that" indicating my pussy, he knew he was almost there ... and so did I ... where the hell was Brad.

The knife ... the knife. I had to find the knife. I slid my hand under the pillow ... oh god where the fuck was it ... panic I couldn't find it.

He was now kneeling between my legs, undoing his belt, unzipping his fly and pulling down his trousers. Oh god no ... no. I could see his stiff manhood ... big and proud ... like some giant of the forest a beautifully cut corona and head, the slit and eye at the top. If it wasn't this guy Chiarelli I'd be enjoying it ... but it wasn't some other guy ... where the fuck was Brad ... something had gone wrong ... terribly wrong.

"Almost there sweetness ... almost there ... come on baby spread those lovely legs for popper ... let me get it in"

He was firmly planted between those lovely legs ... one thing I couldn't do was close them ... he was pushing them apart ... wider and wider ... come on Brad ... now would be a good time ... get your fucking self in here.

I gave up looking for the knife and started to pummel his chest with my fists. He grabbed my wrists pinning my arms back.

"That's it baby ... fight me for it ... fight me" I felt the hard shaft brush my thigh, then at the entrance to my pussy. Oh dear god this was it.

"Ohhh ... ahhhh ... oh my god" I screamed ... he was inside me.

"Oh baby, baby you feel so good ... is this how you like it ... what you've been begging me to do" he said, is arse now humping up and down.

I knew Brad was never going to come to my rescue ... not now ... it was too late anyhow, Chiarelli was already fucking me. I saw the look of satisfaction in his face ... eyes wild with desire and lust. He didn't need his little waitress to satisfy those lusts and desires he had me ... his thrusting continued.

"God this is good ... isn't this good honey ... you like it too?"

I really didn't want to answer that but I guess I still hoped against hope Brad would come through that door... "Yes Amato ... it's good ... really good" and smiled.

He let his body drop fully on mine ... his mouth crushing against my mouth ... his wet warm saliva in my mouth as he kissed me, hard and brutal ... he made love just like the animal he was, it took all my reserve not to puke. Here I was having sex with the guy they had dubbed "The Monster" instead of apprehending him as had been the plan.

His two-day stubble was like sand paper against my cheek. His wet tongue licked and delved into my ear, mouth biting my neck like a vampire that would leave a mark for a few days to come ... a constant reminder to me every time I would look in the mirror.

His insatiable appetite seemed unquenchable as he continued to pound and thrust inside me, god it felt big ... was big.

Then suddenly he pulled out, I thought thank god he's finished ... but my relief was short lived as he quickly flipped me over onto my stomach, strong calloused hands grabbing my hips and pulling my ass just a little off the bed, using his knees he force my legs apart and just as quickly he was inside me again ... fucking me from behind. He had been so fast, it was all done before I knew what was happening.

The only sounds were those of our frenzied sex. The bed as it squeaked and squawked in response to his frantic thrusting. His continued shouting, moaning telling me how good it was and how much I was enjoying it to. I could feel him inside me continually thrusting the hard shaft back and forth, making it work nearer and nearer to the final climax. Oh god ... no I thought ... the bastard will cum inside me ... I'm going to have this monsters cum inside me. The pace was faster, his moans more urgent more frantic. The slap, slap, slap, slap of our bodies, and flesh against flesh faster and faster deeper and deeper ... I knew the time was near. I bit my lower lip, buried my face in the pillow and waited.

"Uh ... uh ... uh" Chiarelli made three final thrusts, and then he exploded inside the woman. It was pure euphoria as he felt his sperm gush from his still hard penis, he loved this moment ... the moment when he ejaculated ... there was no other feeling quite like it ... it only lasted a moment or two ... but god it felt good ... the relief that came with it.

His heart was still pounding ... he still felt the adrenalin rush as his cock squirted his warm juice into her ... he stayed inside her until he had spent every last drop of cum ... he had no more to give her. Now he withdrew from her, he had no further use for her, she'd given him what he wanted ... what he needed, but who knows she liked it so much, she may stick around for a while and beg him for some more ... well if that's what she wanted he was only too willing to give it to her.

She just lay there, head buried in the pillow, her ass in the air. He could see her slit, now looking much the worse for ware, he smiled to himself, knowing it was he who had wreaked the devastation ... but hey that's what pussy was for ... to be fucked and she wasn't complaining, she'd loved every moment of it.

His hand slapped her bare bum hard, leaving a red mark. Saying "God woman you have one great looking ass ... and such a good fuck" at the same time he rose from the bed. Time to go he thought, time to go and have a few beers with the boys ... tell them all about his latest conquest ... the lady writer ... god life was good, it didn't get any better than this. He pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt, dug his hand into one of the pockets and pulled out two fifty dollar bills, then neatly folded and rolled them together ... then stuck it in her slit.

"There you go sweetheart one hundred bucks ... for you to buy something nice ... don't let it be said that Amato Scarcia doesn't pay his women well ... was worth every cent Anna ... that's twice what I pay that little whore from the café ... you really are a good fuck" and with that he did up his fly and turned to leave.

I felt the final thrusts, felt him push, he held my hips tight, holding me in position whilst his cock pulsed and spewed warm wet fluid inside me. When he had no more to give he withdrew. God the bastard had got away with it. I was now just another of his conquests another notch on his bed post, someone he could brag to his mates about. Even if we ever got him back to court, he would always smirk and brag about the lady cop that he had fucked.

I felt devastated, humiliated ... I was worried about Brad ... what had happened to him ... was he dead, had Chiarelli known all along who we were ... my instincts said no ... but there was little I could do myself. I felt the slap on my butt; god it hurt ... left my buttock tingling. Then he was telling me what a nice ass I had and how good I was to fuck far better than the little whore who works at the café, and then sticking one hundred dollars inside me for the privilege ... buy something nice for yourself he said. To him I was just another of his whores. I did feel like a whore ... he'd succeeded in cuming inside me, my humiliation was complete. We'd failed in our attempt to get him into custody ... the plan had seemed so good, so simple, so foolproof.