Undercover Ops Ch. 10

Undercover Ops: Ch. 10

Cas moved back into the room and slumped into the chair. The Zuntris kept her too busy to search the other houses. Were it not for Dimitri, she likely wouldn't have even slept for the last two and a half days. Sometime around two in the morning of her first day, the young heir discovered her practically collapsed in the hallway on the way back to her room.

He realized her predicament immediately and actually ordered her back to his room. From there, he put her to bed and slept on the couch. The following night he called her shortly before midnight. Then he asked if she would 'spend some intimate time with him' before bed. It was clear he would let her sleep there, regardless of her answer. Out of the kindness he showed her she acquiesced. After a very tender session the two fell asleep in each others arms. As the heir, only Pavel had the authority to question him, or pull her away from his desires and the Patriarch showed no designs towards her.

Pavel Zuntri, Cas had learned, would never show an interest in her. Rumor had it he leaned other ways. After she heard too many similar rumors, she highly doubted its veracity. She suspected he fell in love once and could not let go of her memory, or courted a very secret mistress who's jealousy he feared. She saw the lust in his eyes, and body, every time he looked at her before he quickly turned away.

Where she failed to escape to learn any more about the other houses, she knew many of the darkest secrets and rumors of the Zuntri family. They viewed her as a possession, or at best a well trained pet. They spoke at her rather than to her, used her presence, as they used her, to vent their frustrations and work through the trials they faced. From purely psychological and surveillance perspectives, the assignment would be incalculably useful. Unfortunately she made no greater headway in her true mission than to confirm that this house was not responsible.

She knew what she would find she rolled her head to the side. She almost avoided the maneuver but knew there would be consequences she could not afford. The dreaded message light flashed rapidly at her. Her entire body hurt from overuse. The various members of the family had discovered too many positions and possibilities and sought to try them all with her. She leaned over and hit the button. In a moment a voice sprang to life and filled the room with the soft whisper she feared would come.

"I have returned from my business and expect you as soon as you receive this. Choose your outfit carefully for it will determine my desires."

Marisa Zuntri's voice vanished with a click. Cas erased the message. She knew someone was likely to call during however long the woman kept Cas occupied and her recorder only held a single message at a time.

The better to keep my schedule in order. Only the two can supersede the balance created by simple 'first come first serve'.

Cas moved over to the closet, pondering the enigmatic message. Marisa was much a mystery even to her own family. None were sure how to treat with her, even Dimitri and the Patriarch tread lightly. She was feared for her cunning, vengeance, and cruelty but there were no corroborating stories about the later. That she was wily was well excepted but no one actually knew of someone whom the powerful woman exacted revenge against, simply that she would at a moment's notice.

One thing was certain, if there was any truth to stories of her revenge, Cas would discover it simply by wearing one of the outfits Dimitri had bought her in their shopping spree. She looked longingly at those clothes. While most were revealing in their own ways, they were designed to show off her figure more than her anatomy. At the time, she practically blessed the man for acquiring such a diversity of clothes that she could wear in the near-Heights, while she investigated the other top houses.

After two more days, they simply hung in her closet. She wore them once or twice the first day after they returned from shopping, only to find news of Marisa's inspired wardrobe collection spread rapidly. Two that she'd gone to both complained they wanted to see 'more enticing apparel'. The second, Ritzyni, actually tore the shirt and panties off of her, after scoring them slightly with a switchblade.

Cas, through the years, had heard of various sexual proclivities that went far beyond anything the men of the house had so far asked her to try. Some spark of instinct insisted that the leather selections implied, through their design, both submission and potentially sado-masochism. That was an impression Cas did not want left with Marisa, especially after their first encounter.

She could choose one of the quasi-transparent outfits, avoiding the colors which returned them to their opaque nature. Cas still had a bit of pride left, the woman had seen her in that outfit and Cas needed to demonstrate some originality and intelligence. It might be better for Marisa to underestimate her completely, but it also might begin her questioning the truth. Finally Cas decided to be fashionably blunt. She chose a peek-a-boo black bra, a black crotchless thong and a dress made of fine mesh fishnet. Everything was visible and accessible, as Marisa seemed to enjoy, while it still give the impression of clothing.

Changing required less than a minute. Afterwards, she hopped into the bathroom to check her makeup, a fortunate thing as quite a bit had been smudged or removed entirely when Stephan pulled himself from her mouth to explode over her face. She quickly wiped everything clean before she reapplied her regime. Within another couple of minutes, she felt fit to brave the world again, regardless of flagging courage in the face of the daunting Patriarch's sister.

Once confirmed she braced her strength and left her room. For all intents and purposes she walked naked through the hall, up the stairs and down the visitors wing, her back straight and shoulders taut. Before the memorized, and dreaded, door. Taking a deep breath she knocked.

"Oh, come in. Yes I know who it is just come in!"

Cas nervously opened the door a fraction and slipped through before she closed it behind her. Marisa's room was nothing like she expected. There were the obligatory bed, chairs and couch, but all seemed far more utilitarian than comfortable. Along every wall, not broken by a window, were simple metal cabinets. Cas wasn't sure if she expected lavish decadence, or a dungeon torture chamber out of a fantasy holo, but certainly not the businesslike room presented. The one touch of comfort in the room, as if to defy the senses, were the pillows and sheets that covered the hard looking mattress. These were made of a deep red silk, on top of which Marisa lay on her side as she stared towards the door.

If the pose was designed to be seductive, it failed only due to Cas's preference for men. The woman's outfit appeared to be neutral, black and skintight covering her legs and torso fully but leaving her arms and cleavage well revealed. Even the parts covered left little to the imagination, dipping noticeably to follow the folds between her legs.

With a much greater view, Cas was forced to admit the woman, likely in her late forties or even fifties, had a phenomenal body; well defined without being overly thin or muscular. Her most entrancing, and unnerving, feature however was her expression. Under the weight of the highly critical gaze, Cas found herself shrinking inward. As Marisa studied the outfit she selected, Cas found herself wondering what mood she placed the woman in. "Daring." The one word sparked only greater concern.

"Come closer. Stand at the foot of the bed."

Cas felt herself moving before a conscious decision to do so had been made. As she came to a rest, her hands instinctively clasped before her, symbolically protecting her very vulnerable sex from the predator before her. Marisa simply smiled, looked her up and down fully, before she nodded.

The woman slid off the side of the bed, to stand, in a move that reminded Cas of a serpent. With three long strides, she rounded the end to stand next to Cas. A single hand came forward to swat her hands apart.

"Very nice. Very daring."

She looked her up and down, crouching briefly for a closer look between slightly spaced legs. Cas had never before felt so much like a commodity and so little like a person.

"Kneel!"

Marisa stood once more and pointed at the spot beneath Cas's feet. As before, she found herself reacting before she realized it; kneeling to face the bed.

Marisa moved over to one of the cabinets, it opened with a simple palm reader.

"Look at me!"

Again the voice demanded, and received, instant obedience. Cas turned her head to see the woman reach into the cabinet.

"This is my 'toy chest'. Your print will be programmed into it so you may collect them for me and return them again after you have cleaned them. Understood?"

"Yes Ms. Zuntri."

One thing everyone had been quite clear on, Marisa was not and had never been married. The woman spun, moved closer as fiery eyes locked with nervous.

"You may call me mistress. Or miss if you prefer."

Though the name had upset her, her rebuke still came out pleasant, as if the title she chose had less to do with any control fetish than with a dislike for the particular title Cas had used.

"Had you chosen to wear the leather, likely I would have been in the mood for something like this." Her hand moved from behind her back to reveal a leather riding crop. "In that case it is 'Mistress' only. Understood?"

Cas nodded. At the end of the motion the crop touched her chin lightly, drawing her gaze back up to the other woman.

"And in that case I would require verbal acknowledgments. Though for today we play more courteously."

The crop gently brushed her cheek before retreating. Marisa moved back to the cabinet to put the crop away. Next, she turned and held up two silver egg-shaped devices connected by wires to a single remote.

"Had you selected one of the see though outfits I likely would have begun by using these on you. From there I would remove an article of clothing every ten minutes until you were naked, whereby I would place these very firmly inside you while I enjoyed tasting the fruits of your lust."

The woman placed the object back in the cabinet absently, closed the door with a flick of her wrist before she moved towards Cas once more. Marisa sat on the edge of the bed, with her knees placed less than a foot away from Cas's face.

"Your outfit will always determine my mood. Occasionally I will inform you which style to wear, but mostly I will leave it up to you."

A hand, stronger than Cas suspected, gripped her jaw, to hold eye contact painfully.

"I expect to see each fairly regularly. It does not have to be perfectly even, you may favor one more or less than the others, but if I feel you are shirking one completely then expect to find yourself wearing it for a very extended period of time."

The woman leaned back on her elbows, looking down her curvaceous body at Cas.

"Now should I explain the meaning of this, your third outfit?"

"Yes miss."

Given the stern nature of the warning, only a moment before, Cas felt it safest to placate the woman by speaking her agreement. She intentionally used the more gentle of the offered titles to further calm the woman. When the grin spread across Marisa's face she knew she chose correctly and breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"This is for my sexual pleasure. Where the see-through will allow me to guide you to the beauty only a woman can bring to another. Men will never know us as well as we can know each other. I suppose my brother could understand the sentiment."

There was some bitterness in her voice, so Cas decided not to reveal the depths of her knowledge.

"In any case in this form you will make sure I am completely satisfied; over and over again should I choose. If I am feeling truly benevolent you may find yourself at my mercies even as you make my pleasure but that is the best you can hope for."

Silence reigned for a number of seconds as both woman watched the other. Finally Marisa broke the silence.

"Well, you know your job. Get to it!"

Cas didn't even begin to know where to begin. She supposed the woman would want a full compliment of foreplay, unfortunately Cas's experience with men always began with kissing which she refused from a 'professional' standpoint. Tentatively her hands moved up to Marisa's waist. Although her dragging fingers allowed her to search for a junction between shirt and pants, in the seemingly impossible one piece outfit, Marisa shivered in anticipation as imitation nails dragged across her skin through the fabric. A single nail dug in, accidentally, elicited a slight moan of pleasure from the clothed woman, and tugged a small portion of the shirt free. Cas now knew that at least minor amounts of pain would act as an aphrodisiac for the unusual woman.

Cas continued to use a single nail to slide between the two layers. Slowly, moving first left then right, the nail dragged across bare skin, widened the separation and enticed a string of playful growls from her victim. Once all but the back was free her hand returned to its natural side, as the other mirrored it. As one both hands slid beneath the fabric of the tight shirt. With all ten nails arched and spread, to torment the most flesh, Cas slowly began to slide her hands up the other woman's body. Marisa shuddered and shook as she whispered a torrent of aroused giggles, 'oohs' and 'aahs'.

Hands reached tightly compressed breasts. By now Cas was leaned forward to reach as she dug her nails harshly into the other woman's soft flesh. She was rewarded for her efforts by a loud single gasp of bliss. As she worked the clinging fabric free, nails pressed and prodded almost at random, each adjustment brought a fresh squeal from her victim. With hands spread wide, her thumbs reached tender areola. As they began to slide across the pink flesh, a new urgency entered into the woman's inarticulate voice.

Cas, who began to enjoy the sensations she witnessed in response to her actions, could relate. It had likely been some time since Marisa felt the touch of tenderness, especially to gauge by her family's reaction to her. Only a strong willed person could enter this house and remain unaffected by the vicious rumor mill.

Engorged nipples quickly appeared. Cas began to shift her hands to pinch the taunting mounds when the pressure of captive breasts overcame the tension of the shirt, pushed forward and caused the shirt's immediate rise. The sudden movement broke some barrier within the tormented woman. Marisa moaned loudly as her hands came forward. Nails sank into Cas's shoulder length hair to caress her scalp. The sudden motion pulled Cas off balance and drew her head to press against one of Marisa's breasts. The woman's hands pressed her more confidently, silently demanded action from Cas. Cas opened her mouth and shifted slightly to let the hard bud slide in.

Marisa squealed as teeth closed lightly on sensitive skin. Cas shifted her jaw back and forth, ran her teeth along the top and bottom of the lust swelled flesh, to twist it slightly with each pass. Her tongue slid forward and added torment to the motion of her jaw. Marisa began to squirm under the attention, her hips thrust forward to press against Cas, using the younger woman's body to engage her own arousal. Teeth gripped and tugged and Marisa froze with an intake of breath. A moment later Cas opened her mouth, released the nipple to an enormous moan, before she lunged forward to take as much of the woman's breast into her mouth as possible. With a little suction and careful jaw motions Marisa was squirmed more convulsively.

"Enough!" Cas immediately relinquished her grip and sat back on her heels. "You are here to please me not torment me!"

Although the words were harsh and determined, there was a glint in her eye that told Cas she very much appreciated the manipulations. Those eyes promised nights where she would be bound and completely at the mercy of Cas.

"You will use only your mouth. To ensure that, stay on your hands and knees."

Cas bowed her head. "Yes miss."

She took a chance and reached out to draw the skin tight fabric off of the woman's hips and down her legs. Marisa allowed it, even leaned back on her elbows in order to afford her a view of the woman's forthcoming attentions. Her hips slid forward to the edge of the bed as her knees spread wide, and allowed Cas complete access to her now naked lust.

Cas, now on hands and knees, leaned forward slowly, and took in the scent of the woman's need. The soft pink folds before her glistened already with the white cream of her desire. Curious Cas pursed her lips to blow slightly, overly sensitive muscles twitched slightly in anticipation as Marisa let out a groan of pleasure.

A nervous tongue crept forward. Tentatively, she licked first to the side of the glistening mounds, by the leg. The flesh was not entirely like that of the men she had tasted; where they were generally salty and slightly sour this was sweet and tart. A small shudder ran through the other woman as Cas committed more pressure to the probing lick. She gained confidence and backed up slightly before she moved to the source of the woman's lust.

She started with a few tentative flicks against the very tip of the folded bud before her, watched as muscles twitched and fluid coursed from her depths in response. Cas was intrigued, having felt what tender hands and tongue could do, and knowing, from old memories, how she had once caressed herself. There was a thrill at seeing how such knowledge could be put to use, where no man could ever understand.

Her tongue came forward once more, adding pressure slowly as it circled the precious mound. Cas watched, this time, Marisa's body and face. Her eyes were closed, savoring the physical sensations that raced through her veins, and her body shook in tiny increments almost constantly as flesh pushed aside flesh to access tender recesses normally hidden by protective folds.

As with some of the more relaxed moments with other patrons Cas even began to feel herself vicariously enjoy the thrill she felt pulsing as the result of her touch. She traced slow circles, now at the very base of the engorged bud and watched as the constant shiver exploded into motion every time she crossed the top and bottom. She began to speed her circles faster with each pass.

Marisa gasped loudly as she collapsed backwards when her arms gave out beneath her. She groped across the bed, fought her quaking body, to grasp a bolster and extra pillows. Her moans increased, keeping constant time with the nectar that flowed freely between her legs. She struggled to place the cushioned support beneath her and adjust it so she could regain her vantage without the use of traitor arms. Before she settled against the rest, she pulled off her shirt with rapidly shaking arms, collapsing the moment it was free.

Seeing a look of pure wonder and contentment on the woman's face, Cas switched tactics. Her tongue moved to press vertically against the tender mound, curled slightly at the top and bottom for added pressure. Left and right she licked with a firm touch. Hands laced through Cas's hair to press her slightly harder. Cas found she could move many times faster while she still reached both of the most sensitive spots simultaneously.

Back and forth, back and forth her tongue probed faster. Marisa's moans began to border on screams. While the woman's entire body shook, her legs seemed to quake with special urgency. As she watched the ecstasy in the woman's open mouthed expression, Cas knew her orgasm was not far behind.

The knock at the door resounded like a drum through the room. At first she thought Marisa too far into her bliss to hear but the twitch at the corner of the woman's mouth said otherwise. She ignored it, knowing it was Marisa's worry not hers, and the other woman seemed to hope it would go away or wait a few minutes for her to enjoy the forthcoming bliss. The pounding repeated shortly, louder and more insistent this time. Eyes flickered open in hatred, to glare deadly beams at the door.

"Whatever it is it can wait half an hour!" How she managed to draw enough breath to shout between her gasps, moans and screams Cas couldn't figure out.

Cas, held in place even as her tongue worked furiously, heard the crash as the door flew open to hit the wall hard. The anger and hatred in Marisa's eyes grew immensely only to be replaced a moment later by an expression Cas never expected; terror. In that instant Cas stopped moving completely, her emotions too intimately connected with the woman who, moment's before, she derived ecstasy from.

Nails dug against her skull as fingers clenched in response. Dark fearful eyes glanced down at her and she sensed a pleading. The woman's body froze in panic the moment before climax, tension overwhelmed her. If she thought she 'needed' release before, every moment she lay frozen now put a pitiful lie to the thought. The hands clung to Cas, pushed her harder into the soft flesh and urging her continuation. At a loss, Cas complied.

"He is meeting with Christoph in a few minutes. I thought I should stop by and let you know before hand that he'll want to meet with you for obvious reasons afterwards."

Cas knew the voice well. Although she had been able to avoid him since the first day Matthew's voice rang clear in her mind. Marisa shook from fear, at least as much from the effects of Cas's tongue as she nodded an acknowledgment. In the silence that followed Cas could barely hear choked off whimpers the emanated from the poor shaking woman. From the slight confusion that broke through the fear, Cas felt certain there was a nonverbal conversation going on she could not interpret due to lack of sight.

The silence began to stretch long enough that Cas would have questioned Matthew's continued presence had the fear diminished in Marisa's expression. If anything it had grown more fierce, more primal. Now it almost seemed as if the only thing that kept Marisa from flight was the woman she held fast between her legs and her growing need for relief. After possibly as much as a minute she opened her mouth to speak. After a couple of tries she managed success.

"W-w-would you c-care to j-join us?"

Cas only had a moment of wide eyed shock before she felt fingers lace through the holes of her fishnet dress, near her butt, and pull downward, tearing a great rent in the material. Less than an instant later his hard tip pressed against puckered flesh.

Could Marisa have possibly been afraid, or even still be afraid that this employee would actually rape a member of the family!? Even if he is favorite of Pavel, I can't believe his sister would have anything to fear.

It was now clear that he, at least, had at least removed his pants, if not stimulated himself to full erection during the prolonged silence. Pain lance through Cas as he, careless of her tense condition, the lack of lubrication or comparative sizes, shoved the entirety of his moderate length into her rear. Her mouth opened to scream, only to be silenced as he yanked himself free and slammed back in with enough force to shove her open mouth fully against the lust of the woman before her. Her mouth formed a seal around the tenderness even as the flesh muted her scream.

The combination of pressure, jaw and teeth that surrounded and pressed against stimulated lust, and vibrations from Cas' scream sent Marisa over the edge. She screamed her bliss as she tumbled into the abyss of climax, terror forgotten through the haze of euphoria. She began to buck and writhe wildly beneath Cas' trapped mouth. Her hands clutch at the trapped and abused woman, pulled her tighter between her legs. She moaned and screamed in time with the resumed tongue.

Cas tried to focus on the woman before her, desperate to use the ecstasy she committed to the older woman to avoid and ignore the man behind her. He leaned over her, grabbing her shoulders painfully as he forced wave after wave of searing agony up her spine. Even with her combat skills and full strength Cassidy knew the only way she could be free of him would be to launch herself towards the ceiling, and let the offensive man take the brunt of the impact. The thought washed away as hips tore back from her, his rough length punching through beleaguered flesh. Moments after Cas' mouth began to fill with Marisa's cream, Matthew began to grunt viciously. An instant later his force redoubled as the beast reacted to a woman's screams of pleasure.

Cas discovered tears streamed down her cheeks. Somewhere beneath the screams and grunts she began to hear a muted whimper. Everything seemed different, she realized with detachment. No longer did the pain suffuse her world; no lancing penetration, no distended jaw, no cramped neck or crushing grip.

She used her new-found awareness, and quickly realized, to her surprise, she was the one who whimpered from unendurable yet unfelt pain. Or perhaps it was better to say her body was. Somehow her mind had closed itself off from the brutal realities without disconnecting her from the facts. Casually she wondered how she could have accomplished such a feat when everything rushed back.

Amidst the torment of the family use, the frustration of her inability to discover the brothel, which she desperately needed to find, and the sorrow of searching and seeing the moral deterioration of this portion of her city, Cassidy sunk so fully into her cover that she began to forget herself. Outnumbered ten to one she could walk free with only minor injuries. She knew a hundred means of escape from any alley or building. When an botched mission left her arms nothing more than strands of pulp that hung from her torso, she ignored the pain to bring home the data. The man behind her, though embarrassing and possibly humiliating, held nothing that could truly damage that which was Cassidy.

Slowly sensation began to return to her. His insistent rhythm had increased, yet again, in intensity and speed as his grunts became growls and snarls. The woman had collapsed fully onto the bed, having surpassed her ability to withstand the intensity of the terror and ecstasy. Now her screams transformed to soft pleading whimpers as her body twitched in time to Cassidy's still moving tongue. She stopped, a moment later her face pushed firmly into the soft flesh as the man spent himself deep inside of her. His weight crashed onto her back as the last of his stamina surged out of his pathetic manhood.

Cassidy held herself tall at last, on hands and knees, and supported the weight easily and without complaint. The form that intruded into her was rapidly shrunk and Matthew had a meeting momentarily. She felt him wince as he pulled free, savored the pain he, too, would be in, for lack of lubrication. She rolled to her side to lean against the bed and watch him suspiciously as he gathered his clothes, quickly putting them on, and slipped out the door almost guiltily. She would have smirked if she hadn't felt the need to clean herself thoroughly.

"He wants to rape me."

Cassidy rolled her head over and back to look at the woman on the bed. Marisa lay on her side in a, likely, subconscious mirror of her earlier pose.

"You could see it in his eyes. He thought of me with every thrust, listened to me scream with pleasure, he could even imagine it was me he pounded upon." Finally she looked down from accusing the closed door to acknowledge Cassidy. "My mistake may have been having you continue after he entered. But I was so close I could not bear not to finish. Now he is likely closer to simply taking me than ever."

There was a profound fatigue in the woman's voice.

"Why did you invite him then? You're not only a member of the family but the Patriarch's sister!"

With renewed clarity it was hard to keep Cassidy out of Cas' voice. Fortunately the other woman was too lost in her own worries to notice the defiance edging into the voice of the supposedly cowed slave.

"Matthew is ruthless. He is my brother's most effective, and brutal, enforcer. The moment he decides he wants something he simply takes it without thought of the consequences" She laughed. "I'm not sure Pavel would even punish him for it, but if he did it would be far too late for me. I would be beyond caring as he never leaves victims alive."

As she spoke her eyes drifted, unfocused, back to the door. The two remained silent for a few moments of reflection. The Zuntri woman shook the thoughts from her head and once more looked at Cassidy.

"I had planned on much more entertainment for your first time but I am no longer in such a mood and likely neither are you. Go! Go back to shower and make yourself clean, if you can. You have my leave to use my name if anyone complains you are taking to long, this time only."

Cassidy nodded her head in a submissive thanks. She stood and situated her clothing before she headed for the door. She turned back at the last moment to see the woman staring blankly out the window, contemplating her fate.

Copyright 2006, By Deathlynx