Wesson takes command

Both women looked down to the floor as Cordonez silently gesticulated for them to stay where they were. They felt humiliated, paraded around like dogs with a crowd of criminal scum standing around them, jeering and laughing at them. Two naked women on their hands and knees amidst a pack of men… each of the two had to fight panic that quickly arose inside their stomachs.

Cordonez walked up to Wesson and handed the remote that controlled their collars over as well as the keys that locked them. “Senor Wesson!” he addressed the American crime lord with a respectful bow, “As you predicted, the two putas arrived at the airport today, trying to get into the country to get to you. Me and my colleagues had no problem stopping them. We had a little fun to teach them some manners, but as per your orders, we didn’t go too far with it!”

Wesson looked at him, then at the two cowering women with a smile, playfully twirling the remote between his fingers. “That’s some good work, Mr. Cordonez!” he nodded, beaming with satisfaction. He gesticulated to one of the thugs, who quickly came up to him, expecting an order. “Please accompany Mr. Cordonez and his partner back to their car. Do me a favor and give them 500 Dollars each as a reward for their services.”

“If I may, Senor Wesson,” Cordonez spoke up, displaying a slight nervousness addressing the small, yet obviously powerful man, “A third colleague of ours is holding the position at the airport for us. Would you be so kind to reward him as well?”

The thin, mocking smile on Wesson’s accountant’s face widened. He immediately saw through the man’s scheme, knowing that the third man would not see any of the extra money he handed over. “Mr. Cordonez, it was 500 Dollars agreed per puta, not per person you bring in to get them to me! Now if you would please leave my property. You can either have Juan here accompany you or alternatively I have a set of rowdy pitbulls that would be more than happy to make sure you find your car. Those beasts take their payment in flesh though…”

The overweight customs officer paled at the threat. “I’m sorry, Senor Wesson!” he quickly apologized, bowing his head before he gestured for his partner and the two men hurried to leave, followed by Juan, who watched them with sharp eyes.

Wesson watched them scurry off, satisfied with his display of power, before he directed his attention to Syd and Nancy. For a moment he just watched them, grinning widely. These two had investigated him for months. While he had initially failed to take them seriously, that mistake had cost him dearly, as the two stubborn detectives had chipped away at his position, breaking his operation up piece by piece until he was ultimately **** to leave the country. The two of them had even managed to capture Vince Beretta, his own personal watchdog.

He tilted his head, basking in the sight of the shivering women. He had met them more than once, at first in his office, then in his home and then they had started to bring him in and he had to sit in the precinct’s interrogation room as they grilled him. He had come to admire them more each time, becoming rather fascinated with them. Their smarts, determination, the quick wit and the chemistry between them proved them to be more than worthy adversaries and while he had initially mostly admired the women’s stunning beauty, feeling a sense of lust at their curvy asses, he had quickly grown irritated and even annoyed at their capabilities. They turned out to be far more than just pretty faces and made him feel that, mocking him as they took his work apart.

Now, that cocky confidence was gone. Two shaking messes, kneeling naked in front of him, unable to even look him in the eye. He had known they wouldn’t be able to resist, they would come for him, and he had been waiting. Their gritty determination had become their downfall.

“It’s a pleasure to see you, Detectives!” he finally spoke, his voice oozing with glee. Neither woman looked up. “You are looking more beautiful than ever…”

He watched carefully for the effect of his mocking words, but it seemed like Syd in particular was in no condition for banter and Nancy was hindered by the ring that **** her face into a bimbo-like gape. He gesticulated for one of his men. “Remove that… thing!”

Nancy squealed as a man stepped up behind her and rough hands deftly unbuckled the strap. She groaned, her jaw feeling numb and she clenched and unclenched it a few times to get the blood flowing.

“Anything to say?” Wesson smirked as he watched the Latina.

He wasn’t disappointed. Shaking visibly with fear, Nancy McKenna looked up at him with a glare in her eyes. “Fuck you!” she spat, blazing with defiance, “Fucking cocksucker!”

The smile on Wesson’s thin face only widened and her heart sank as he lifted his hand with the remote. Doing her best to brace herself for the inevitable jolt of excruciating pain, she closed her eyes and clenched her jaw.

BZZZZZZZT!

“AAAARGH!”

Confused, Nancy opened her eyes, realizing that the expected shock had not come, only to see Syd twitch and twist on the floor next to her, dancing with the current of the electricity running through her. The men surrounding them laughed at the naked woman.

“Stop it!” Nancy cried out desperately, her eyes wide as she witnessed her friend’s pain. “She didn’t do anything!”

Wesson kept the button pressed for another second. He didn’t even look at Syd, instead his eyes bore into Nancy’s as he made the black woman convulse. When he let go, Syd sobbed, rolling herself into a ball. “You girls want to act all tough, that’s your choice…” the crime boss shrugged. “I know each one of you is tough enough to take your punishment, so I am not going to punish you for your own insolence. You fuck up…” he pointed at Nancy. “… she suffers. Am I being clear?”

Nancy’s throat tightened with desperation, her eyes wide. She wanted to punch this weasel in the face! The muscles in her legs tensed, ready to jump him, but she knew she couldn’t do it. It wasn’t her taking the consequences for her actions, it was Syd. And while she knew that her partner would encourage her taking action, actually doing it was just… wrong. Her shoulders slumped. “Yes…” she hissed, tears of defeat welling in her eyes.

“I’m sorry!” Wesson grinned and quickly flicked the button on the remote, making Syd utter a pained scream as a short jolt burned through her sore body. “What was that?”

She felt a tear run down her cheek. “Yes, sir!”

The man smiled. “Very good!” he nodded, “Now let’s see… what to do with my two new bitches?”