An unexpected motion

Valerie lowered herself onto Lang's erect penis. "Ah!", she let out a moan as his dick split her lips and filled her. She began to thrust up and down, but she felt something was wrong.

He wasn't moving.

She looked down. He was ****, with a dart sticking out of his neck.

Oh no, she thought. That could only mean one thing. She tried to move, but she was stuck, impaled on his cock. Before she could extricate herself, she felt the barrel of a gun at the back of her head. She froze.

"Stay quiet, Valerie", said Hawk. "Any movement, and you'll join him in dreamland."

"What do you want?", she replied through gritted teeth. Speaking was difficult when a large cock was filling her and stretching her insides. Every slightest movement made her grind herself on it, overwhelming her mind with stimulus.

"I already have what I want.", he replied, moving to Lang's body while keeping the gun trained on her. He fished into his jacket pocket, taking out the diary. "And I couldn't have done it without you."

Valerie realized that he was right. He had seduced, stripped and manipulated her expertly, making her lead him right to the dossier. And now, he held all the cards while she was naked, trapped and at his mercy in a humiliating position. He had been one step ahead of her, all this time.

She felt shame rise up inside her as the events of the evening came flooding back in her memory. All her strength and determination left her body.

"Our mutual friend is going to be out cold for a while. But what to do about you?", mused Hawk.