I can see Ayida's small bloodied hand now stroking his cock to attention with a few tight pumps before Clint rucks up her dress in the front, his bloody fingers trail her pail skin before they dive into her folds. Blue throws her head back, showing she is enjoying his rough touch before making eye contact with me, and I stalk towards them.
I unzip my rising cock from my pants and squeeze my shaft in my blood-soaked palm until it thickens in my slick grasp.
Blue lifts one of her legs up, which Clint grasps, and I can see she is now holding his cock at the base and pointing it at her core where her panties are slid to the side; she impales herself on it, fucking herself on him. Clint and I both groan at that bold move on her part.
"Holder, a little help please," Clint says between moans, as Ayida nods her consent, and I step closer. Picking Ayida up from behind, and holding her up, while she wraps both her legs around Clint, and he proceeds to fuck her in a quick rut. Dropping my hand between their bodies, I use my fingers to rub her hardened nub above her slit. Stroking faster and pinching her clit until she tenses up and the flush of her orgasm washes through her moments before Clint comes undone- cumming in her.
I lower her legs back down and wait for her to steady herself before I step away, while Clint tucks himself back in. Blue leans her back against Clint as he wraps his arms around her waist, lovingly.
"Holder, clean me up." I look at her with hungry eyes and cock my head in question. "You heard me. Lick the cum out of me, and touch yourself 'til you cum for me too Holder."
"Yes, Mistress," I say as I drop down on both my knees, ruck up her dress, push her wet panties to the side, and admire her naked and slightly swollen and dripping pussy.
"Fuck I love this dress Fletcher picked out," I can hear Clint say from above me.
"Want to cut it off me when we get home?" I can hear Ayida say breathily in return.
And knowing they are both watching me, I dive straight in for my dessert. I will not be timid when my Mistress wishes something from me. Her hands grip my hair and hold me steady at the apex of her thighs. I lift one thigh over my shoulder, and I cover her cunt with my mouth. I slurp and suck the combination of Blue and Clint's sweet, salty, and tangy juices from her lush body. Letting my tongue delve into her depths, and occasionally flick over her clit, before I go right back to pillaging her core. When she shifted, I shifted.
Both their moans, watching from above me, have me stroking my pierced cock at a quickening pace. I continue to lick and feast on Ayida's pussy, focusing now on sucking her swollen clit. I insert two of my fingers into her wet channel to rub her g-spot until she shudders and comes apart above me. I keep up the pace of my twitching fingers and rough tongue as she rides out her wave of ecstasy.
I am almost ready to climax myself when I feel the cold barrel of a gun pointed at the back of my head.
"Looks like shift change came early tonight, Princesa," Dante says from above me.
"Nope, you're right on time," Clint says with the click of his gun hammer back, which I know is now pointed directly at Dante's temple.
I cum right then and there in the alleyway, on my knees, halfway buried under Ayida's dress skirt with a shudder. And all things considered, it wouldn't have been a terrible way to die.
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Returning to Clint's house, the extra-long 'roundabout way, with Dante hogtied, gagged, blindfolded, half-naked, and crammed into the tiny trunk of my car should make me happy, but I'm too tense- ready to get answers about my little sister.
The porch lights flick on as we drive around back and Fletch and Cole come out-guns at the ready looking for trouble, and scowls etched on their faces. I pop my trunk and not too delicately let Dante's tied up form hit the ground. We have already stripped him of his clothes, and cellphone- couldn't afford a potential tracker on him, so I hope he enjoys sitting in his boxers for a long ass time. Cole hulking self comes over first, picks Dante up like he weighs nothing, and hikes him over his shoulder as we walk towards what is now the converted 'workshop'. As Clint lives in a refurbished plantation home, this workshop was formerly the 'slave quarters' of yesteryears.
Clint's workshop is just where he lets his demons come out to play. Clint likes to do his torturing in here. It's a deserving space for the scum of the earth we deal with, and a necessary evil. We all have a space like that. Mine being the yacht- and Clint's is this space in the back of his property. On the outside, it looks like a small wooden structure, almost cabin-like. Still, on the inside, it has been outfitted with the latest soundproofing, as well bolted down metal chairs and tables, and cabinets and drawers stocked full of every kind of weapon, medicine, bandage, and restraints.
Unceremoniously, Cole drops Dante into one of the bolted-down chairs, handcuffing his legs to the base, and arms to the chair's back before I toss Clint my bloodied knife for him to finish cutting off the hogtie, and he removes Dante's gag and blindfold. Dante blinks into the bright artificial light of the room before grinning, teeth flashing brightly. It makes me want to see them pink and bloodied. Dante looks a bit sweaty and bruised, but not too worse for wear, the asshole- how unfortunate.
Blue steps up, flexing her fingers in her brass, spiked knuckles before she uppercuts him, and his head falls back- knocking him out again for the moment as blood trickles down his chin.
Clint goes and gets the 'smelling salts' from one of the cabinets in preparation to wake him at her ready, while I reach for a tray of scalpels and blades, I'm familiar with.
We all step to the other side of the room after Fletch confirms Dante is still knocked out cold, but breathing.
"Dante's father and Richard are in cahoots together-no thanks to Dante and his traitorous men. We need to get as much detail on what Dante knows about this trafficking ring, and Dick's 'dick' moves as possible. If he's as badass as he claims, I don't imagine he will break easily for us. Pain may be needed." Ayida looks at me, and I smile happily at any opportunity to bring the pain on behalf of my girl and my sister and show off what I do best.
"Gladly," I say, cracking my neck and fingers in preparation to rain hell on this fucker if he doesn't give us satisfactory answers. Maybe Blue will even let me bring out the mini butane blow torch- I've been wanting to try that out on someone for ages.
"With what Clint and I overheard, I don't know if Dante is playing both sides, or if he does care for Winnie, but we need to get details about this upcoming Miami trip and fast…" Ayida says, clenching her fists. “I have a game plan. In a few hours, everyone meets back up here... looks like we are in for an all-nighter. Sound good?" We all nod our assent.
Turning to Fletcher, Ayida instructs, "Fletch, contact Ahmya and get the cell records Dick was alluding to so we can find out exactly how deep Winnie and Dante are with each other. Then, have her go back and screen for any correspondences on Dick's cell or computer that reference this Miami trip or any black market upcoming sales." He turns his back and starts typing away on his cell.
"Cole, Dick has a shipment of women and children coming into Miami. I need eyes and ears there. Can you put a team together to get down there now and stake out their headquarters and follow them to the shipment? I don't want any innocent lives lost." She says before heaving out a sigh. As tough as she is, the idea of hurting women and children is challenging for her to bear.