Syndicate...{TheRawrgMonster}

Shane was an agent working for the US government, focused over the last fifteen months on bringing down one man. It seemed absurd to her, to put so much effort into finding one man... But the problem wasn't finding him. The problem was finding some way to arrest him. Everyone knew that the man who ran the biggest organized crime ring in the city had committed more murders, robberies, and any number of other crimes. But there was no way to prove it. No finger prints, no confessions, no witnesses.

Shane was one of very, very few female agents in the DEA's service who was not posed as a prostitute. She was beautiful enough to be, but she hated being posed like that, and preferred to work with the evidence, with the real criminals. So she'd worked her way up and become an agent, working undercover in the organization itself, staying close to the criminals she was observing.

Which made it even more irritating when she was discovered. A memo left on her desk had given her up. A memo. Three pieces of paper stapled together that she hadn't put in an envelope yet. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She wanted to bang her head against the wall repeatedly. After fifteen months, she'd left a memo on her desk. ARGH!

As the girl was dragged to her new captor, she fought and struggled. She was a strong girl, having been weight training for at least two years, only twenty three and in her prime. She struggled against the men holding onto her, trying desperately to get away. She had a feeling she was going to get raped and then shot. She clawed and bit and struggled and tried her very hardest to get the hell out of there.

When the girl was brought in front of the big man, she finally held still. Her long brown hair had pulled out of her pony tail, it was hanging in front of her big blue eyes, blocking half her view of him. Her plump pink lips were shut tight as she stared up at him, disdain in her eyes. She didn't dare speak as her slender body was held in place, v-neck shirt mussed, form-fitting jeans showing off her lower half quite nicely. She'd been stripped of her cell phone and her gun and any weapons she might've had.

What was she going to do? Shane struggled again every few moments, her face flushed, her body starting to tremble. She needed to get away--somehow. There had to be a way.

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William stood upright, his hands clasped behind his back. His fingers wiggling inside the palm of his other hand as his gaze fell upon the young agent. He did not speak but stood there for what seemed to be a lifetime. He contemplated his actions, her ability to infiltrate his organization without a single red flag popping up. This concerned him for the agency was never that good in training their agents, she had help, or some other kind of training other than the standard nine week course. His gaze narrowed as he looked her over, he noticed the well toned body, her angelic form, and the confidence in her gaze. 'That will soon be nonexistent' he whispered to himself as he slowly reached up and brushed the strands of hair away from her eyes. He wanted to see the beauty of her face and the fear he was about to put into her.

“Well, I must say I am very impressed with your ability to blend into my organization, but also very concerned about it as well.” He lowered his hand and placed it back behind him. He stood in front of her for only a moment before slowly moving around the thugs that was holding her steady. He chuckled every time she fought against the man-handlers. “Now, Now.. There is nothing to gain freeing yourself from their grasps. You are only pissing them off and once they get pissed off, I tend to let them do what they want, and I think you know exactly what they would enjoy doing don't you?” He stopped right behind her and looked down at her ass. A smile upon his face for he know exactly what he would be doing. Raising his head up and gathering his composure, he continued to walk around her, looking at her from the profile side. His mind rummaging through the possibilities of what he was going to do with her, she was too beautiful to kill, and too dangerous in trying to buy her diligence.

“I want to know a few things and you are going to tell me everything I want to know. For if you don't I do have a few recourses to take and neither of them are very pleasant.” he voiced as he moved to the front of her. His eyes falling to the heaving breasts and mused on how they were shivering to her trembling. He could see the fear beginning to build. He stood once more still, his gaze prone upon her as his hands came up to his face, his fingers pressed against his lips as he pondered for a few more minutes, he wanted the fear to sink into her more, wanted her to fear the unknown.

With a flash, his hand seized her chin and raised her head up to his eyes. Anger filled them as he squeezed her chin. “Tell me your real name!” the words boomed from his lips, his bulking football frame leaned in towards her, his eyes hard, cold and blank of emotion. His grip was firm and study... “Tell me your real name.” he repeated..


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The girl did not seem to appreciate the touch on her face. Her absolute an unadulterated loathing only mounted as she looked into his cold eyes. She didn't want him dead--she wanted him tortured, murdered, and dissolved in acid. It was all too evident.

Even so, Shane did fear the man as he surveyed her from every angle. She feared him, but she would never admit to it, she would never show him how much she feared for her life right at that particular moment. With some difficulty, she steadied herself, the quaking in her extremities quieting abruptly. When he spoke to her, she listened, gaze traveling around the apartment for something useful. All manor of blunt, heavy objects decorated the place that she could easily hurl at the men... if only she could reach them.

"I've always been able to blend in." She informed him after his comment about being impressed with her skills. True enough--part of the reason she was an agent was her ability to seamlessly take hold of a character and live like them for months, even years.

As he grabbed her chin and screamed directly into her face, she only stared. Her blue eyes had gone cold, even steely as she gazed at him. "I don't see the relevance of my name." She informed him defiantly. It didn't matter what they did to her. Torture wasn't their thing--they raped and shot. It would be a painful several hours and then death. Bliss. Freedom. She could have cared less about this man and his thugs.

The young woman was no longer struggling against her captors. She just stared up at William with her icy eyes, the ones that used to be full of life, and tried to think of how she was going to get out of there.

Shane didn't flinch when he grabbed her face again. She continued to stare at him no matter what he said or where he was looking; continued to stare with those cold, angry eyes. It didn't matter what he did to her--anything was better than going back to her agency as a failure. She'd worked hard to get where she was, and if he killed her, at least she'd be a martyr.

When she was dragged away, she didn't struggle any more. She didn't fidget or scream or try to get away--there was no use, and she knew it. When they dragged her away under the back, she walked obediently and quietly and, once they were out of the elevator and she heard the voices, she chewed on her bottom lip.

What exactly was going on? What did 'presentable' mean?... They couldn't have been planning on raping her... she heard a woman's voice. The men sounded like they were just dropping off a package and were about to leave her there. When the cuffs were unlocked, she immediately reached up and scrambled out of her black bag. But it was only another moment before she was chained to the railing.

Her long brown hair was even further mussed from the bag. She looked flustered and hot, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. She had been carted around all over that morning and she looked tired and worn down. As she stood there in the gallery, she yanked at the railing to which she was chained, knowing it was no use. She was screwed.

Shane continued to yank against the railing. She wanted to get away, but there was no way. She couldn't get away. When the other girl walked up to her, she was slumped against the wall, looking very thoughtful about her current misfortune. "Huh?" She seemed to snap out of her trance, having been glaring intently at the floor boards.

While the woman was definitely attractive, that wasn't on Shane's mind right now. She was too preoccupied with getting the hell away from this place. "Um... yeah. I'll behave." She murmured. It seemed like it would be incredibly dumb to try and escape under surveillance in a place she didn't know. The only way she would be able to escape would be by pulling away from the thugs while he was being transported, and that didn't seem very possible either.

She saw that strange way the other woman was eyeing her and looked away, at the room, at the floor, at anything. She felt weird being eyed like that. "I won't try getting away. It seems like it'd be pretty stupid, so I'm just gonna hold tight and try not to get shot." When the girl finally released her, she rubbed her wrist, which had already been chafed by her new metal bracelets.

"What did they mean, huh? About preparing me for something?" She asked, rubbing her wrists gently. "I'll do whatever you want, just if you could keep me out of anything pink, that'd be great..." She mumbled, looking back up at the other girl. She really was beautiful...

When Shane saw the enticing breast nearly pop out of the shirt, she blushed too. It was getting a little obvious that Sabrina liked her, from all the blushing and giggling and hungry glances. Shane wasn't used to these things, as the people who she talked to at work knew she was strictly business, and she never dressed like a woman anyways, so no one ever saw her beautiful figure--which was currently still hidden under a baggy t-shirt and cargo pants. Nice enough look, but it betrayed her naturally good physique.

The girl followed Sabrina and her clicky shoes down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was a much nicer place than her puny little apartment, with its peeling wallpaper and faulty plumbing. She marveled at it a moment, absently taking the glass with a quiet "oh, thank you...", holding it carefully with her long, slender fingers as her eyes gazed about this new place. Pretty...

"Wait, what? Date?" She snapped to attention as she was told about the plans for that evening. Date? Ball? What?! First she was a prisoner, now she was his accessory? How very humiliating... She hung her head slightly, mulling this new information over. If only she had gotten to be his date when he didn't know she was a government agent. That would've been just special. But now there was nothing to gain.

When Sabrina spoke again, Shane blushed, subconsciously reaching up to brush the hair out of her glittering blue eyes which, if one looked close enough, had flecks of green in them that made them look almost surreal. She smiled shyly up at the other girl, who was the first person to show her kindness in a very long time. "Th-thanks. So are you." In all honesty, Shane was a little... shy. A little. Mostly only when it came to personal relationships.

"S-so, ah..." She looked around suddenly, trying to change the subject and, more accurately, trying to rip her eyes away from the other girl's pretty face. "You live here? How did you end up working for Wi--Mr. Kain?"

Shane was grumbling something to herself about paint thinner, gasoline and a mail opener as Sabrina explained about the wining and dining. All of them were house-hold items that she could probably get from around this place and use to her advantage. If only the security cameras were off... Shane was a person who planned and planned and planned until every last second of the day was spoken for. She was almost neurotic.

When Sabrina started talking about how she had come to work for Mr. Kain, Shane looked up again. Her hard, thoughtful expression melted away into one of empathy and sadness. "Oh, gosh..." She said, quietly, but also softly. Her voice was very gentle as she moved a step closer to the other girl. "I'm so... I..." She choked on what she wanted to say to this beautiful creature, who should not have been made to cry. She never told people that she was 'sorry' when they told her about their problems. It made it seem like they were pathetic. She didn't want Sabrina to feel pathetic.

Quite suddenly, Shane wrapped her arms around the other girl's body, right around her waist. She pulled her close to her own body, which was still hot from all her fussing when the guards had brought her in front of William. "You'll be okay." She whispered, holding the other girl close and hoping this wasn't a problem for her. Shane had loved giving hugs as a child, though she'd let the habit drop after high school when she'd become a very cold person. Sabrina made her want to be warm and gentle again.

"Please don't cry..."

As the other girl stepped closer, Shane closed her eyes. It was nice to be so close to another human being... especially one so slender and beautiful and--STOP. She swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut, trying hard to dismiss the thoughts that had suddenly filled her mind. How was it that she'd known this woman all of a half hour or so and she was already starting to fall for her.

The feeling of the other girl pressing forward against her was absolutely electrifying. She let out a soft, happy breath, closing her eyes tightly, wrapping her arms a little tighter around the other girl's waist, pulling her even closer. "Ah..." She suddenly felt the lips on her neck and let out a soft gasp.

"Th-thank me?" She asked quiet, confidence in her voice disappearing. This other girl liked her... but did she like her that much? Shane was now blushing heavily, trembling a little even, but she hadn't let go of the other girl. She was still hugging her close, leaning her head on her shoulder, taking in the smell of her perfume. It was a lovely smell. Shane was loving the feeling of being with this girl, being warm and held tight...

Shane swallowed hard, leaning her head against the other girl's, breathing slowly. Her chest thumped as her heart beat wildly. She wanted to know every detail of Sabrina's body, wanted to find every little crack and crevice, taste her skin, know what it was like to have constant bodily contact with the girl for hours.

When the other girl pulled away, Shane felt herself wanting to be holding her close again, wanting to be snuggling with her and feeling the beating of her heart. "Don't--" She didn't want the girl to pull away. She was going to tell her not to when she felt lips pressed against her own. She instinctively kissed back, her lips moving gently against Sabrina's.

The kiss lasted only a short moment. She let out a little whimper as she watched the other girl walk away like that. Such a tease! As Sabrina spoke, Shane shuffled after her slowly. She was slumped over, looking very unhappy with this situation. She wanted more kisses!

As Shane followed Sabrina down the hall, she looked at the floor, no longer interested in the house and how pretty it was. "I'm probably gonna have to wash my hair and stuff..." She mumbled, looking at a few strands that were hanging in front of her face. How long had it been since she'd washed it? She winced when she realized that she couldn't actually remember. Ugh. That was a bad sign. Of course, Shane showered every day, but she didn't always pay enough attention to shaving her legs or washing her hair and she definitely never wore makeup.

"Do I have to wear a dress?" She groaned as she thought about the last time she had to wear a dress. "And high heels?" She groaned louder at the memory of the last time she'd worn those--eighth grade. She hated stumbling around in those ridiculous things.

Shane rolled her eyes when the other girl joked about the slacks and sandals. She'd figured that, most likely, she would have to wear the dress and the heels, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to complain. She hated wearing those things, after all, due to incidents involving tripping and... well, mostly just tripping and falling flat on her face. But perhaps Sabrina would teach her how to walk in the treacherous shoes, as she seemed to be an expert.

Shane found herself eyeing the other woman as she stood there. Sabrina was a beautiful specimen of a human being, after all, and Shane had always been inclined toward girls. She looked down at the curves of the woman's shapely calves, which led to her thighs... up the back of her ass, into the small of her back, the curving of her hips, the flat stomach... Breasts full and plump and wonderfully gravity-defiant. Shane licked her lips as her eyes raked the other woman's body, wanting to see every little detail possible.

And then she found herself being kissed. Again she was surprised by it, though this time she was slightly more prepared, as she'd noticed them both undressing each other with their eyes and it was really inevitable that one made a move. She wrapped her arms tightly around the other girl, suddenly pulling their bodies together as their lips pressed against each other and their tongues did a happy dance together. Her hands rested on the small of Sabrina's back, bringing their stomachs together firmly, their breasts pressing against each other again.

Shane's breath tasted of ginger and peppermint. Her skin was soft, as it was one of few things she really took care of. Her hands were careful, soft, elegant, features gentle and beautiful. She seemed to really want to be with the other girl, not just have hot sex, as she'd never enjoyed 'just' hot sex. She liked the emotional connection best.

As everything got hotter and steamier, Shane started to tremble as well. She was nervous for the other girl removing her shirt, her bare skin getting covered in goose bumps as it was exposed to the chilled air. "Sabrina.." She gasped out as she felt the other woman's hands on her flesh. God, it felt good. As the two women kissed, Shane moaned into the other's mouth, pressing her hips up against Sabrina's hips. "Nn..."

And then it was over. Shane whimpered when the warmth was suddenly taken away from her--it was almost painful to have it ripped away like that. "S-Sabrina..." She managed, reaching out to the other girl with a shaky hand. But then she heard the other girl With a soft grumble, she unrolled her shirt, letting it fall back to cover her navel. If Sabrina had been paying attention to Shane's front, she would have noticed the little silver stud through Shane's navel.

When the other woman came into the room, Shane rearranged her face, forcing herself to look angry and distraught. Well, actually... she was already angry and distraught, she just made herself look like she was still being kept captive and not actually enjoying herself.

Shane knew that there was no hope of escape. Kain had everything calculated, she wouldn't be able to get out unless she threw herself out a window or off a balcony. But she also thought that, maybe if she could pass the time not spent with Kain in Sabrina's arms, everything would be just fine. She could live with that.