Unknown: The big whip-off

Randel Thompson hated it!

He hated them! He had fervently hoped that either one of his other agents would have cracked this case, or that these two would have met with some untimely fate.

Instead they save the day!

Thompson had swallowed down more Valium just before they entered his office, now he wondered if the dosage had been enough.

"Come in, sit down. I suppose congratulations are in order here."

Kay was beaming with pride. "Thanks Chief. You know, you're our inspiration. If not for you…"

Thompson did what he could to wave away the redhead's praise. Actually all he wanted to do was get her to shut up before he reached for the gun sitting in his desk drawer.

"This report of yours is one of the most remarkable things I've ever read," he interrupted. "There are some things I'm left unclear about though. First of all, did you find out why the girl was kidnapped?"

Leslie nodded her head as she explained. "Ilisa was getting too power hungry for her own good. Not only was there the money she could make by selling off a beautiful young blonde into white slavery, but she also hoped Denise's disappearance would so crush Albertson that she could move in and take over a good deal of his empire as well."

"Incredible! But why did you leave the woman there? I'm sure Albertson will want to press charges against her. He'd rather get Davis, but it looks as if Preston Davis had no knowledge of this affair."

"That's right sir, it was all Ilisa. But we only left her there so we could make our getaway. Once the girl was safe, we went back with an extraction team and removed Ilisa."

"God, what a mess!" chirped the energetic Kay. "You should have seen her. Those guys had been using her for a couple of hours before we got back. She was pretty well fucked out, if you know what I mean…"

"Thank you," sighed Randel, who really didn't want to know.

"She had spunk running down from everywhere. Her legs, her boobs…"

"Fine. That's enough."

"I'll bet she'll have a bruised pussy for the next…"

"Stop!" Thompson's hand was trembling as it inched closer towards his top desk drawer. "So where is the woman now?"

"Down stairs in one our holding rooms, sir," Leslie said quickly.

"Yeah, and don't worry, she's not about to get away. Not with all those guys down there humping away on her," Kay pointed out.

"What! Our people?"

Kay looked just as shocked as her boss. Only she didn't see why he was so upset. Kay was only surprised that there weren't more men down there jumping the woman.

"She shows up with spunk dribbling out all over and dressed for Halloween, so some of the guys just figured…"

"I don't want to know!" Randel turned to Leslie, valiantly holding onto his sanity. "Just put a halt to it. Understood?" The brunette agent quickly agreed. "Now what about the girl? Where is she now?"

"That's kind of a tough one, sir."

"And why is that? You did rescue her. Didn't you?"

"Yes. But you see…"

"And you do understand how important this is to the company?"

"Of course! It's just…"

"So where is she?!"

Kay was the one who fessed up. "She went back to Davis' house."

Randel stopped cold, sure that the drugs had somehow affected his hearing.

"I'm sorry, I must have missed that. One more time, and please, slowly."

This time it was Leslie who told it. "Denise seems to have found something in that kinky lifestyle she liked. So she's gone back. She wants to take Ilisa's place."

"She's going to become a sex slave to a man old enough to be her father? With her own father's worst enemy?" Randel suddenly saw his career flash before his eyes.

Kay tried to soften the blow. "Davis isn't quite as old as Albertson. He's almost ten years younger. And according to Ilisa, he's got one hell of a cock that's…"

"I don't want to hear it! What am I to tell Albertson?"

The two agents looked at a each other and shrugged their shoulders. "Sir, it was our job to rescue the girl," said Leslie. "But afterward there wasn't much we could do. She is an adult. It was her decision."

Randel was beside himself. "Don't you see? Albertson's going to go nuclear. He's going to tear this place down around our ears!"

"But it's not our fault!"

Space considerations preclude a full accounting of the remainder of our little tale… but then, the principle characters have all pretty much run the course of their individual dramas, anyway, haven't they?

Except, of course for Andy, who found himself released from his room, only to be led to the dungeon and strapped to a whipping bar. Waiting his Mistress. Who… when she appeared at last turned out to be none other than Denise Albertson, wearing one of Ilisa's more outrageous costumes.

"Recognize this?" she asked, rubbing pink cream onto a dildo, which she then strapped to her hips.

Yes, Andy recognized it. Did he ever. And as Denise began fucking him in the ass, she began to see what had driven Ilisa to try for such a grandiose scheme.