What happens when a beautiful private investigator gets caught?
Sunday. 6:00 P.M.
Clarissa Morgen donned her most elegant red dress that complimented her figure. She specifically picked the one with the lowest neckline. She needed to look seductive to get close to her target. She had perfectly round breasts, a shapely ass, and the most beautiful pair of smooth thighs that stuck up for her whenever she needed them. Tonight she needed her greatest assets that bad.
Last month there was an underground auction of illegal ancient artifacts. The most priceless of the artifacts was the Mesopotamian Necklace. When the item was presented the lights went out. When the power was restored the auctioneer was knocked out and the necklace was gone.
The auctioning organization hired her and gave her a list of names of persons of interest. They told her to be discreet because the auction is not legal. She did not want to accept this job, but they blackmailed her into doing this.
Before she decided to be a private investigator, she was a journalist. 3 years ago she was investigating something that could turn out to be a good story. She was following up her leads when she was set up, drugged, rendered unconscious, and captured by the Larson brothers. The brothers raped her and filmed the entire thing. Somehow, the auctioning organization got a copy of the footage of her violation.
They threatened to release the video on the internet if she did not accept the job, or if she failed. She had no choice but to solve the mystery.
She had investigated the rest of the POIs, save for the last one. A man named Mr. Edward Stevens. She suspected him the most.
Mr. Stevens is a very rich businessman who has a hobby of collecting precious ancient artifacts. He also made a fortune in smuggling. He is the very type of person who could be suspected of stealing the necklace.
Mr. Stevens is throwing a ball on his mansion tonight as a fundraiser for a charity. It is also rumored that he will also be showing off his prized antique collections to very few *********** guests.
Clarissa has infiltrated the guest list. She put on her best dress that emphasized her figure. She might even convince him to show her his collection and search for the necklace.
Sunday. 7:00 P.M.
Clarissa walked gracefully on the mansion floor, making heads turn in her direction. She spotted Mr. Stevens talking with someone. She walked to the bar, sauntering gracefully in front of him, and turning heads toward her while doing so.
She caught Mr. Stevens' attention and he started walking to the bar and sat beside her.
"May I buy the gorgeous woman a drink?" Mr. Stevens asked her.
"Well, yes. I would love to have some." She replied, smiling at him sweetly.
She flirted with him. She laughed at his jokes and pretended to be interested in the topics he discussed with her. She eased her shoulders back, pressing her cleavage forward. She saw him leer at her chest and she knew that she got his attention. She flirted with him even more and eventually, he invited her to see his private collection.
"Would you like to see my collection? Just the two of us. A special tour for a special lady." He asked her.
"Yes, I would love that." She replied. Putting up an interesting look on her face while suppressing her face from showing the slightest look of success.
They entered a room at the end of the hallway. He opened the door for her. Inside was the biggest antique collection she had ever seen.
She scanned the room, her eyes looking for the necklace. She could not find it anywhere.
Mr. Stevens took something from the shelf closest to him.
"This is an ancient Egyptian perfume bottle. I bought it from the black market. This was preserved so well that you can still smell the faint aroma of its contents." He handed her the bottle. She received it and put her nose inside to smell it.
She heard something click inside, and a vapor hissed out from inside the bottle. She gasped in surprise and breathed in the gas. Her head started to feel light.
"What's happening?" she exclaimed as she lost her balance.
Mr. Stevens caught her before she could fall and embraced her from her back.
She felt his hand reach inside her dress. His wandering hand snaked through her cleavage and cupped her breast. She tried to pry his invading hand away, but her arms felt heavy. She felt her right breast being squeezed.
"No. Stop." She protested. She squirmed from his embrace, but her strength left her body.
The gas made her head throb and made the room spin. She moaned from dizziness.
Mr. Stevens continued fondling her breast. His lovely captive looked up to his eyes. He smiled at her. He watched her eyes roll and she lost consciousness.
Mr. Stevens smiled as he felt his lovely captive fell limp. He massaged her breasts for another minute, then carried her limp body on his shoulders and brought her to his bedroom.
Edward Stevens felt his manhood grow hard as he carried his lovely captive's limp body on his shoulders, his hands wandering on her ass. He gave her ass a light slap. He saw them jiggle through the fabric of her dress.
He lay her helpless body on the bed. He pulled the hem of the dress and started easing it down her shoulders. He slowly pulled the dress down and off her soft, smooth, and sexy body. He smiled when he saw she did not wear a bra. He cupped her breasts then squeezed them. He rubbed her pussy mound over her panties. His fingers grasped the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down slowly. The fabric sliding down her smooth thighs.
He stepped back and stared at her helpless, naked body sprawled on the bed. "Wow! You are so hot, so delicious."
His eyes admired her stark nakedness.
He straddled her body. His body hovering above hers. He kissed and sucked her neck passionately. He ran his hands over her defenseless body.
He fondled her breasts, rubbed her smooth, shaved womanhood, and ran his hands up and down her smooth thighs.
He stood up and walked towards his desk and pulled out four handcuffs
He spread her legs apart and handcuffed her limbs to the bedposts. Her body was handcuffed spread eagle to the bed.
Mr. Stevens kissed his unconscious captive's lips passionately while running his hands over her body.
Clarissa started to moan. Her eyes fluttered open. She felt the cold wind brush against her entire body. She could feel another person's body against her skin.
She felt lips kissing hers and hands squeezing her breasts. She realized that she is completely naked.
Mr. Stevens noticed that his lovely captive has regained consciousness. He reached for his pocket, pulled out her underwear, and stuffed it in her mouth. Clarissa gave a muffled scream as he stuffed her mouth.
"Miss Clarissa Jeane Morgen, Private Investigator." Stevens proclaimed. His hands brushing his beautiful, naked captive's blonde hair. "I've been watching you since you arrived. I know you're here looking for this."
Mr. Stevens pulled out the stolen necklace from his pocket and brought it close to her face.
Clarissa looked at the necklace in astonishment. She was right. It was him who stole it.
"Ever since you pressed your breasts forward when you were flirting with me, I decided that I must lay my hands on your body." He told her as he began fondling her breasts.
Clarissa thrashed her body in response. She screamed in fear through her gag. Her screams being muffled by her panties in her mouth.
He continued. "Thank you for gracing my eyes with your majestic body. I really enjoyed stripping you of your clothes. I explored your body while you were unconscious. You have been taking care of your body."
His hands moved from her breasts to her thighs. He slid his hands up and down her smooth thighs over and over again. He then massaged her vagina, and Clarissa thrashed her body wilder this time, and her muffled screams grew louder. He was aroused by her reactions.
Tears started flowing from her eyes as he fingered her hairless pussy mercilessly. Finally, his fingers slowed down, but he did not stop rubbing her mound.
"I know you were looking for the necklace and for the person who stole them. My question is who sent you?" He asked her, while his fingers rubbed her mound slowly, playfully. "What happens next depends on your answer."
"Nnn wnnnnn" she answered. Her voice was being muffled by the undergarment inside her mouth.
Stevens laughed at her. "My apologies." He then removed her underwear from her mouth.
"I'll ask again. Who sent you?"
"No one." She answered with a trembling voice.
"Very well, but I'm glad you lied. You're making this very enjoyable." His meaning was made clear as he started unbuttoning his pants.
Fear filled Clarissa's heart for she knows what is coming.
Stevens straddled her body. He ran his hands up and down her thighs. He held his erection and aimed at her pussy.
"No, please," Clarissa begged him. He smiled at her then his penis penetrated her defenseless womanhood.
Clarissa arched her back and screamed as his penis penetrated her. He kissed her neck and started thrusting slowly.
Clarissa did her best not to scream, but as she felt his penis started thrusting faster inside her she screamed in fear.
She cried loudly as he raped her faster. He started sucking her breasts as he fucked her.
"Please, stop," Clarissa begged her rapist.
Surprisingly, he stopped, but he left his penis inside her.
"I'll ask you once again, who sent you? Tell me the truth and I think I'll stop violating you."
He waited for her to reply, but she did not answer.
"Very well, shall we continue?" Stevens asked the spread-eagled woman under him.
He brushed her hair. "Do you know what's funny? Moments ago you were seducing me. You even wore a dress that emphasized your shapely body. You pressed your breasts forward for me to see. I knew what you were doing and I played along. You were willing to do all that, willing to use your body to your advantage. But now you're screaming in fear and defiance as I rape your delicious body. You can scream as loud as you want, no one can hear you anyway."
He started thrusting his penis again, gradually going faster. She thrashed her body wildly. She cried and screamed.
Stevens kissed and sucked the screaming woman's breasts as he fucked her vagina. He raped her for hours. When he was about to come, he pulled out off her and ejaculated unto her belly.
Stevens played with her breasts, then ran his hands up and down her thighs. Clarissa was squirming and crying as Stevens groped her body. After what seemed like an eternity for Clarissa, Stevens finally stopped.
"We shall resume later. Maybe you'll come to your senses and tell me the truth." Stevens told his naked captive then he left the room.
Clarissa did not stop crying even after her rapist stopped ravishing her vulnerable and defenseless body. She kept on crying until she fell asleep.
Monday. 2:00 AM
Clarissa woke up to the feeling of fingers rubbing her mound.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
As her vision cleared she saw Stevens’ face very close to hers.
“Shall we continue? Who sent you, my dear?” He asked her again as his hands played with her breasts and Clarissa squirmed from his touch.
“Go to hell.” Clarissa hissed.
“Oh, where did this courage come from? No matter, I have a lot of methods to try.”
Stevens’ hand left her breasts and went to her crotch to adjust something. Clarissa looked down at her body and her eyes widened when she saw a vibrator wand with a rod holding it attached from the ceiling.
“I set this up while you were having your beauty sleep. I’ll ask again. Who sent you?”
“No one!” Clarissa replied as she squirmed her body against her bonds.
“Very well.” Stevens clicked something and the vibrator came to life.
Clarissa squirmed her body as the vibrator pleasured her most sensitive skin.
“Stop this!” Clarissa hissed at her tormentor.
“Oh, I will. Later. You’ll see.” Stevens smiled at her and fondled her breasts. She squirmed from his touch in vain. She gave a short scream when he started sucking her breasts.
Clarissa started to moan as she felt the wave of passion inside her. She started clenching her toes and fists. She felt Stevens’ hands sliding up and down her thighs as he sucked her breasts. She gasped and gave an adorable squeal of delight.
The vibrator stopped. Stevens leaned back and leered at her. “I told you it would stop.”
He laughed and enjoyed the sight of her bound, naked body squirming from her bonds.
“I wonder which is stronger. Your will or your desire to climax?” He pinched her nipples and winked at her.
Stevens stood up and went to a table. He poured himself a glass of iced tea. Clarissa realized that he was stalling to let her desire subside. She watched him sip his drink very slowly. Clarissa started thrashing her body against her bonds.
Minutes later, Stevens approached the bed again and turned on the vibrator. The horrible device started torturing Clarissa’s sensitive mound again.
Stevens teased her by slowly running his hands up and down her thighs, and fondling her breasts.
Clarissa started to moan in pleasure and frustration as she felt another wave of pleasure building up. Stevens leaned close to her face and gave her a very passionate kiss. She felt another climax coming then the vibrator stopped.
Clarissa thrashed her body and screamed in frustration as Stevens left her wanting more.
“Stop trying to hump the vibrator!” Stevens laughed at her when he saw her arch her hips forward and swung them to rub her mound against the vibrator.
“You still won’t tell me?” Stevens smiled at her.
“Never!” She hissed at him.
Stevens again stood up and took another glass of iced tea.
This charade went on for 30 minutes.
“Who sent you, Clarissa? I'll let you cum if you tell me.” Stevens asked her in a singing tone as the vibrator tortured he pussy
“Martin Mills!” Clarissa screamed at him.
Stevens smiled at her.
“Very good girl.” He said to her and turned off the vibrator and Clarissa screamed in frustration.
“You said you would le—“ She was interrupted when Stevens gave her a very passionate kiss and fondled her breasts.
He pulled back, “I’ll let you cum now.” And moved on the foot of the bed.
He started sliding his hands up and down her thighs very slowly. He then put his face very close to her mound and pleasured her with his tongue. Clarissa gasped as she felt his tongue pleasuring her tormented womanhood.
She started moaning as Stevens kissed and licked her vagina. She felt a burning desire building up inside of her.
She moaned frequently as he pleasured her vagina with his tongue. His hands found her breasts and fondled them. Clarissa exploded. The climax that overcame her was so insane that she screamed very loud, arched her hips forward, and her body shuddered.
Stevens stood up and smiled at her.
“Your desire to cum was stronger, after all. Take a break, Clarissa. You deserved it.” Stevens told her as he reached for his pockets and pulled out a rag. He pressed them on her face and Clarissa felt that the cloth was damp.
Clarissa gasped in surprise and inhaled the fumes of the chloroformed cloth. She screamed through the cloth and thrashed her body wildly.
She felt Stevens lay on top of her and the pressure of the cloth on her face get stronger. She felt his hands rubbing and playing with her smooth mound.
Clarissa’s vision blurred. The room started spinning and her head felt heavier. Her thrashing became weaker. She felt his hands move from her mound to her breasts. She squirmed very weakly as she felt his hands fondling her perfectly round breasts.
Her squirms became very weak. Clarissa gave a weak moan. Her eyes rolled and the world went black.