A second chance

The Agency had gotten wind that Mistress Coco and her crew were once again operating in the country’s waters. They had been waiting and plotting for a year, and the opportunity had come at last. Armed with Shaun’s hard-earned knowledge of their operations, they were now better poised than ever to take Coco down.

The plan was to have Detective Avelene pretend to be a slav* trader and make contact with the Mistress. Then they would catch her red-handed when the transaction took place.

The first part of the plan went well enough, and Avelene was waiting for Coco at an abandoned warehouse when she heard the clicking of high heels upon the stone cold ground. “Okay, target approaching. Radio silence,” Avelene whispered into her mike. But she knew something was wrong the moment she saw that the Mistress was alone, holding only an envelope, no slav*. “Take this as a warning,” Coco said mysteriously, smiling as she placed the envelope onto the hands of a confused Avelene. Without another word, Coco turned and left.

Avelene ripped open the envelope, and what she saw rooted her to the ground. The Mistress had given Avelene photos of Shaun being ripped of his orgasms forcefully and with total humiliation. She knows, Avelene thought. Her cover did not work. This was a warning to stay out of her affairs, or face Shaun’s fate.

“Avelene? What happened? Avelene, report in,” said someone in her backup squad. Avelene was no longer paying attention. Before she realized, her legs were moving in the direction of Coco and then, almost without thinking, she removed her earpiece and dropped it.

She didn’t bring any backup as she felt she had a better chance of sneaking into her lair unnoticed. What she didn’t want to admit was that her panties were soaked by the photos of her senior in such a “compromising” situation and she was trying to suppress her dark subconscious fantasies.

She soldiered on, keeping the Mistress in her sight, while determinedly ignoring the juices flowing obscenely down her thighs.