Chapter 6

"I'm coming over with a police detective. We have some questions for the prisoner," said Anna.

"How far are you out?" asked the U.S. Marshall's voice.

"Less than five minutes."

"OK. See you then Agent Rivera," as the call was disconnected, Rachel frowned. "Something's wrong," she said to Whit.

"What?" asked Whit.

"First of all, I've worked with Joe Turner on many jobs. He and I are always 'Joe and Rachel', yet he called me 'Agent Rivera'. Also, he made no complaint about me bringing you along. I had gotten authorization, before we left, but he didn't even ask about it."

"He probably just assumed you'd done that," said Whit, as he turned his vehicle onto the highway.

"Maybe. But he also had the phone on speaker. I could clearly hear the ambient noise in the background. That and him being so formal means trouble. Most likely killing Anna wasn't the only thing our man was up to the other day. I bet he's got friends with him."

"I'll buy that. So what's our play?" asked Whit.

"I'll call for back up, but since we told them we are just a few minutes out, we'll just have to go in stall. Otherwise, they'll just kill the marshalls."

"Copy that," said Whit

Rachel was worried, but then she heard something in her head. "Don't worry Cara, I know how to handle this man," said the voice.

Joe Turner and his partner Ray Bergren were tied up and gagged, sitting in the corner. Miquel had his two men take up a defensive position. "The fools were easy to subdue," he thought.

Miguel had managed to get the drop on one of them and got their weapon away from him. Then he was able to use it to disarm the other man. After that, he opened the door and let his confederates into the room. The marshalls were so convinced that Miguel wanted to testify because the deal was so good, they had let their guard down. Now they had two of Miguel's men with guns trained on them. Miguel had another man in a car watching the entrance. Miguel's cell rang.

"Si, Ramon?"

"Jefe, la chica del FBI esta aqui, con un hombre..."

"Que bueno," laughed Miguel, as he hung up.

Whit and Rachel walked past a number of motel rooms to get to their target.

"Back up is about five to ten minutes out. We just need to stall..."

"Rachel, I've been thinking. We can't just walk into a trap..."

"Turner and Bergren are still alive. We have to..."

"Rachel, I can't risk you..." started Whit, before he was silenced by a passionate kiss.

"Caro, I told Rachel I can handle things. Don't worry. Help will come," soothed Anna's voice, now audible to Whit in his mind.

Rachel and Whit walked into the trap as they suspected. Turner had his gag down as he told Rachel to come in and then she and Whit were grabbed and push into the corner at gunpoint.

Miguel Montoya could not contain his glee. "Well, if it is not my old friend, 'Defective Whitaker'," he laughed, "At least that's what Anna used to call you, pendejo!"

"Fuck you, Montoya!" spat Whit.

"Temper, tempter, Mister Policeman," he turned and looked at Rachel. "And what do we have here? This bitch is a ringer for your precious little Anna. Maybe not quite as pretty, but close. Still, this bitch is taller, has huge tits and a fuckin' J-Lo ass. She easily looks close enough like my little whore for what I have in mind."

"Leave her alone, you sick fuck!"

"Oh, you can rest assure, I'm not going to leave her alone. You cheated me out of getting my full revenge, maricón. I was going to fuck Anna right in front of your sorry, pussy, ass, and then I was going to kill you her and then you, but you weren't there. You should have heard her squeal like a little pig, as she begged me not to kill her!"

Whit tried to move, as his anger got the best of him, but he was shoved back to the ground, as a gun was pointed to his face by one of Miguel's confederates, Pablo.

"Easy, Whit. I wouldn't want to kill you before you got a chance to see me fuck this Anna clone and then watch me kill her." he smirked, as he shoved Rachel hard toward the bed.

Rachel felt her sexual submissiveness kick in, as she fell onto the bed. "Strip, Bitch!" yelled Miguel. "I want to fuck that fine booty of yours.

Rachel complied passively, as Miguel was kind of surprised at how easily she was obeying him. 'Not such a tough chica now, are you? Maybe if you beg hard enough, I'll keep you alive so my hombres can fuck you when I'm done," he grinned.

Whit knew that they still had to wait for at least a few minutes, before help could arrive, but there was nothing he could do, except watch both Miguel and Rachel remove their clothes. "Turn your back to the bed, but watch the prisoner," said Miguel to his men. "You detective, must watch, as I will show you how a real man gives a woman pleasure."

Whit looked in horror, as he saw Rachel spread her legs open in a display of complete submissiveness. "Oh, fuck me with that big cock, baby!" she moaned.

"Oh! This little chica is a fucking whore, just like your girlfriend! Beg for it, bitch!" he exclaimed.

"Oh fuck me like your whore, Miguel. Fuck me like Anna! I'll be your whore, Miguel! I can make you lots of money! Ooooooh..." moaned Rachel's voice, as she began to finger her clit.

"Damn, bitch! You might have just saved your life. Anna, was pretty and all, but you are a fucking porn star, baby! I think, I just want to keep you for myself!" he grinned, as he climbed onto the bed to get between her legs.

As he grabbed her bare leg with his hand to pull her into position, Miguel's world went a little dizzy.

"Hola, Miguel," said a voice in his head.

"What?!" exclaimed Miguel.

"Lovely, isn't she? She looks a lot like me. Pity touching her the way you did is the last time you will ever touch a woman like this."