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Hiding from the FBI Louise tried to clear her head of the cobwebs that seemed to be in the way of any rational thought or explanation. She was in a strange room that resembled an army barracks with her hands and feet strapped to the four corners of a small bed covered with simple white cotton linen. All her clothing had been removed except for a red lace bra and panties ensemble that she had splurged on at Nordstrom’s during the previous days lunch hour. Then the door opened and she felt like Alice in Wonderland, like she was living some bizarre dream. “Your that actress,” she said, “the one from the X-Files”. Looking down at her was a curvy red-haired beauty wearing a strange one-piece blue rubber cat suit. “I’m Scully,” she answered, "Special Agent Dana Scully of the F.B.I., and you’re going to tell me everything you know about the conspiracy”! Slowly Louise began to put together the pieces of the previous day. She remembered walking to her car in a dimly lit garage, hearing footsteps behind her, and then the unmistakable pressure of a 9mm. Beretta in her back. Next came a pinch at her left buttock, a hypodermic needle, and then nothing but blackness. She looked up at Scully and protested. “You got it all wrong. I’m a student, a case-worker; I don’t know anything about conspiracies”! Scully sat down on the bed next to Louise and whispered back in a slow sexy voice, “you know baby, and one way or another you’ll talk." “This is crazy,” Louise yelled. But what she knew was really crazy was how turned on she was by the gorgeous redhead. Scully had the most perfect, the most delicate looking lips Louise had ever seen, and all she could think about was what they would feel like smothering hers with a burning kiss. She didn’t have long to wait. Dana moved her mouth to Louise’s neck with warm gasps of sweet breath and assaulted her jaw, then kissed her way down her throat, across each clavicle. She kissed softly not missing a single inch till Louise felt a familiar stirring and her muscled tensed; alive and sparkling. “Come on baby,” Dana purred, “tell me the secret and we could really have some fun”. She smelled of shampoo and perfume, a wonderful herbal flowery smell that mixed with the odd scent of latex rubber from her garment. It was a heady, erotic scent that stirred Louise’s passions more as Dana snuggled very closely and the heat from her round feminine body was like the Santa Anna winds coming off the desert. Louise tightened her backbone, vowed to maintain her composure and gain control of the situation. She was after all a skilled and accomplished Dominatrix. In another time, another place, she would have already collared this little beauty and claimed her. Then Dana unsnapped the front closure of the red lace bra and looked at Louise with greediest eyes she had ever seen. “Wow she said they’re gorgeous”! “They’re too small,” Louise replied with a girlish blush. “They’re gorgeous,” Scully repeated, and then cupped each little beauty, fondled them in her hands like precious gems. She scratched her fingernails over the nipples and smiled when each one came to life, then lowered her mouth again. “Oh Fuck,” Louise whimpered. Her stomach was in knots, she was breathing hard and could feel her nostrils flaring, trying desperately to bring enough oxygen into her body to help her gain control. Scully continued to suck, torturing the plump strawberry nipples, purring and lapping like a kitten with a little wet tongue. Louise wished her hands were free so she could pull her tormentor closer, fondle her breasts and buttocks, then the first kiss came. Scully’s tongue danced in and out, flicking, tasting, exploring. Their teeth gnashed together, and they both giggled. Louise felt an overwhelming need to devour Scully, to open her mouth wider and wider, kiss her deeper and deeper. “Tell me the secret,” Dana purred, and then let her hand meandering slowly down over a taunt belly and inside the red lace panties. She was already soaking wet and that made Dana smile and arch an eyebrow; “You’re a dirty little girl aren’t you Louise, my dirty little girl”. A soft finger glided into softer warm folds of femininity and Louise uttered a soulful moan. “God Scully, its been so long since I’ve been touched like that”! Dana smiled again and stroked the hard little nub with her thumb moving in soft slow circles that took Louise higher and higher till she knew an explosion was just a moment away…….. and then she stopped. “You want to tell me the secret now baby”? “Fuck you Scully,” Louise shouted, her nerves were electric now, her muscles awake, and her heart thumping like crazy. When her body regained a normal state and she began to relax Dana entered her again pushing past the warm muscle into her pleasure zone. Over and over she repeated the tease and denial. Disappearing for a second, only to reappear with her mouth covering Louise’s pussy, nestled in a bed of short soft curls, redhead bobbing, and tongue delivering a delightful spanking. When Louise began to beg, she’d stop; “Tell me you little bitch, tell me the secret”. It continued for hours. Long, deep, tongue-thrashing kisses. Hands tangled in brunette hair, and low guttural moans. For the first time in her entire life Louise felt helpless, completely helpless, just a tool that was being directed by her throbbing clitoris and she realized what it must really be like to be a man. Scully’s lips wandered down again, devoured her again, the sweet aroma and the glistening juices driving her to her own moment. She unzipped the front on f her catsuit and put her right hand between her legs. She was hot and creamy and began making her own little noises and when Louise said “Scully right there, don’t stop , please don’t stop”, she pulled back with a smiling shiny face, closed her eyes, and continued masturbating till she screamed. Louise was still breathing heavily when the door opened and the other agent walked in, the sultry brunette named Monica Reyes. Scully watched as Monica sat down on the bed and ran her hands over Louise’s breasts. “Want to tell Monica the secret baby,” she asked while Scully stood by the open door. “Hey Monica, how many female field agents have we got now”? “I guess 250 or so”. Louise let out a low pitiful moan. That night Louise had her hands cuffed to her ankles to allow her to sleep and prepare for another day of interrogation. She curled up in a fetal position in the cold dark room and whispered very softly, "Don’t worry, I’ll never tell”.
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