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 MAX WEBB

   Max Webb chapter 4.  Release (FF/F, bond, M/F)

   Law was very concerned.  He had no idea where to start looking for Max.
Leaving aside the friendship that was slowly growing between them; he was
worried for her safety.  As he went down in the slow lift, he thought
through his options.

   The initial one, of going to the police, was a non-starter.  He'd be
laughed at all the way to his Mini, even if he went to a different station.
As soon as he told them who he was looking for he was sure the mental
barriers would go up and he would have little help.  Besides which, it was
not even an hour since he had passed that car, far too soon for the police
to worry about a missing woman.  He was sure the car was the key.  If he
had a means of locating the thing, it would be a start.

   "A battered Ford Escort" he mused, "pity I didn't need to steal one like
it, that's where my real skills lie!  Now what would Max do?"

   Law's first instinct was to enlist the help of Sur, after all he was
employing the Max Webb Agency, but then perhaps he might be mixed up in it
all, and he didn't want to risk Max's safety any more than it was already.

   Law finally decided that Max would have gone to Sur's factory first to
see if there was any sign of the car in the car park.  After all, the
kidnapper must be someone working for Sur, and that someone was feeling
threatened by their investigations.  He set off for the factory.

   Twenty minutes later he was walking through the almost empty car park,
apart from a few night workers cars there was not many vehicles there and
certainly no Ford Escorts.  He decided to sit in his car and watch for
anything that seemed suspicious...he felt useless as if he was not doing
anything constructive for Max.

   After an hour of watching the car park and the factory, he must have
fallen asleep because he was awakened about an hour later by the persistent
ringing of his mobile.  He stiffly moved to answer and was stunned into
silence by the sound of Max's voice; she was speaking, telling him
something.  He woke up with an effort and concentrated on what Max was
saying.

   +++++++++

   Nancy and Anne failed to get Max to talk and after an hour of
frustration for them (and even more for their victim) they left the room.
Max was still blindfolded but had been unshackled from the table, and was
now secured to the wall by a chain linked to her wrists.  The cuffs were
off and Max's wrists were bound with tape instead, though they were still
behind her.  She was wearing only her stockings, as her bra and panties had
been cut away and stripped off her during her questioning.  Shivering as
much from the cold as unsatisfied lust, Max wondered how she could get
away.

   By rubbing her head against the wall for what seemed hours, she finally
managed to push the blindfold away from her eyes.  She saw why she was so
cold - she was in the empty office of a damp and what looked like an
equally empty warehouse.  That was why the sound of the cane had been so
loud.  The mere thought of that made Max's juices begin to flow again, and
she tried rubbing her thighs together, which helped, but she wasn't totally
satisfied.  Max told herself that this was not a priority just now. 
Instead she had to get her arms free.  Looking around she saw the wooden
table she had been tied to and a chair on the far side of it.  It would be
a long stretch to reach it but if she could, Max thought she might be able
to do something to loosen the tape around her wrists.  It was worth a try
anyhow.

   An exhausting fifteen minutes later Max was free of her bonds.  She had
used a chair leg to work one side of the tape loose enough to pull her hand
through.  Now she had to find something to wear.  She knew that Nancy and
Anne hadn't cut her street clothes off as that bitch Andi had done.  So
where were they?  Max noticed a black bin bag on the floor by the office
door and, holding her breath, she crossed the room to investigate.  Luck
was on her side.  Her clothes were there and intact.

   Hurriedly dressing in her office clothes Max considered how to get out
of the warehouse.  The office door was unlocked, but she doubted that the
main door would be too.  Crossing the cold warehouse floor, her shoes
echoing on the concrete, she tried the door.  Amazingly it was open.  The
'gruesome twosome', as Max had renamed Nancy and her cousin had either been
careless or complacent.  Were they deliberately letting her go?  Deciding
on the first, Max opened the outer door and carefully without a sound ran
out of the building Looking around, she appeared to be in a new business
park on the edge of town.  That meant walking until she found a bus stop or
could hail a taxi, something she didn't really want to do in case she was
seen.  Sighing, Max knew she had to risk being spotted as she started to
walk, keeping to the shadows as much as she could.

   Walking up onto the main road, Max was desperate to stop and relieve her
sexual frustration, but she knew Law would be getting frantic.  Once on the
road it wasn't long before she saw a bus stop in the distance.  Arriving at
it, Max saw that there was a regular service into town, every ten minutes,
according to the timetable, so she waited, hoping that a bus would arrive
sooner rather than later.  It did.  Climbing aboard she paid for a ticket
into the town centre.  When she got there she hoped she could find a phone
box that was working to contact Law.  Her mobile phone was uselessly lying
in her bag in the office.

   Finding a phone in the local supermarket of the town centre she rang
Law's mobile.  It purred contentedly for what seemed an eternity, then a
sleepy sounding Law spoke.

   "Yeah?"

   "Law, it's me, Max," she said over the background noise of the shopping
mall.  "Where are you?"

   There was a pause.

   "Law, I'm near the bus station, they took me to that business park out
of town - - I'm ok, if you call being tied up and sexually frustrated, ok!
AND," she hesitated "I'm desperate for a fuck, ok - - alright, I'll wait
outside for you, see you in five minutes,"

   Twenty minutes later they were back in the office.

   "I think you need a spanking, Max, for being careless enough to lead
Nancy back here," Law said in a mock stern voice.  "Come here and let me
put you over my knees,"

   Confusedly, Max obeyed and felt Law's strong legs under her and his hand
pushing up her skirt.

   "Where are your panties?  Bad girl!" his hand landed on her buttocks
firmly.

   "They cut them off me," Max replied timidly, "I was wearing them,
honestly I was,"

   Several more blows landed on Max's buttocks, making them red and needing
him inside her.  She could feel Law growing hard beneath her, and she was
desperate for him to take her, she had been frustrated so badly already
tonight.  Max felt herself getting wet between her thighs and shifted
slightly as he slid his hand down between her legs.

   "Good girl, you are getting wet for me.  Come with me to your office and
I'll fix that burning urge of yours."

   Law led the way into the inner office and positioned Max across the
stiff armchair.  Her red bottom was on display as he loosely tied Max's
arms and feet.  Stroking that stinging bottom, Law stood, one handedly
opening his trousers.

   "A few more spanks first, I think," he said.

   "Owwwwwwwww - oowwwwwwwwwww - owwwwwwwww!!!  Law!  More, more!!!!!!!!  I
need you, fuck me, please fuck me," Max begged.

   "In a little while, honey.  First I want you to beg me to fuck you,"

   Law was fingering her clit, making Max wriggle in her loose bonds.  She
could easily have freed herself from them.  It was so erotic, being
restrained and slapped.  Max didn't want to escape.  Law was turning her on
so much, and even when he reached for a ruler and started smacking her with
that, all Max did was beg for more.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssssssssss, yessssssssssssssssssssss more,
yessssssssssss, owwwwwww, yessssssssssssssssssssss, fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me, fuck me, fuck me, ohhhhhhhh yesssssssssssss, Law fuck me, pleeease!"

   He continued stroking and smacking until Max was so turned on he knew
that if she was touched on her clit, she would cum instantly.  She was a
quivering mass of unfulfilled desires.

   "I am not going to let you cum right now," Law said with a glint of
cruelty.

   "But why?  God!  No more I need to cum please," begged Max.

   "No, you need to be properly punished for letting yourself be caught,
you know what these are?" Law brandished a pair of nipple clamps in his
giant hands.

   Max had seen them a pair of them at one of the girls' nights out she had
with the other police girls but had never felt them on her till that night.


   "Law!  I am the boss here and I DEMAND you fuck the hell out of me!"

   Max struggled but was no match for Law especially with her hands and
feet tied.  Law undid her feet and forced her to the red, plush chair she
had chosen so carefully for her office.  She fought him every inch of the
way but was slowly tied upright to the chair so that apart from the absence
of clothes and the gag he had thoughtfully tied tightly in her mouth, Max
could hare been sitting waiting for a client.  Her engorged nipples and the
sweat on her body showed how turned on she was, her curly hair falling over
her face hid the desperation in her eyes.  Law approached her with the
nipple clamps in his hand.

   "Hush," he said gently as he took a tender nipple between his thumb and
first finger.

   As he attached the clamp pain shot through Max's breast, she screamed
through the gag, and would have shot bolt upright if she was not tied so
expertly.....  There was something else happening and unbelievably she was
enjoying it!

   "Oh god," she thought, "What is he turning me into?"

   The second clamp was attached, causing Max as much pain as the first,
and then she was forced to watch as Law picked up a large piece of
cardboard and wrote in big black letters `my punishment for getting
caught'. He attached the cardboard to the clamps and looked on in great
satisfaction as she struggled and moaned through the gag, but she was held
firm and the notice over her breasts didn't move.

   "I'm going to have a shower and a large brandy, let's hope we don't get
any clients while I'm next door!"

   Max's blood ran cold; he was going to leave her like this!

   "When I come back we will make love," he said dominantly.

   Max spent the next 45 minutes squirming, moaning and unbelievably turned
on - she was just glad no-one came in!

   A very contented Law came back forty-five minutes later, and untied his
lovely boss - or was it his lovely sub?  As he slid his rock hard cock into
her, Max bucked back onto him, begging for release.

   "Law - please, fuck me, fuck me, I need it sooooo much!  Take me, fuck
me pleaaaase.  Pleeeeease.  Pleeeease fuck me, Law,"

   He held her hips and rocked deep into her.  He was just touching her
inner ring and driving her towards a climax like she had never experienced.
He knew exactly what he was doing to Max.  Next time, she would be tightly
strapped down; she had given herself away by not making any effort to
escape when he had untied her.  Law now knew she wanted to go down his
path.

   "Law!  Law!  Oh goddd, yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!"
Max was screaming as he pushed deep into her, holding her sore buttocks. 
"FUCK ME!!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!!"

   Law obliged.

   + + + + + +

   The next morning, just as Max took the pedestrian route out of the
business park (she was too sore to sit down and drive) a car drove up.

   "Hello Max," said Police Commissioner B'aan.  "Hop in; I have something
to put to you,"

   Max gingerly got into the front passenger seat.  The Commissioner parked
the car and then turned to speak to Max.

   "I know you got a bum deal in the disciplinary process, I couldn't do
anything to stop it - particularly if I wasn't going to tip my hand -"

   Max smiled to herself at the Commissioner's choice of words, her bum was
getting a pretty good deal from Law!

   "You mean, you knew that Dick Strong was -" Max interrupted angrily.

   "Corrupt?  Yes, I had my suspicions.  No proof though, and though your
case helped a lot, I am still lacking concrete evidence,"

   "What has that to do with me?  I'm no longer a police officer.  I HAD to
resign!" Max said with passion.  "I didn't want to, but I was made to
resign,"

   "I know!  I'm truly sorry for that," the Commissioner replied "I want to
get ALL the bad apples out in one go, not one at a time, so I couldn't help
you.  But if you help me gain evidence, I will gladly reinstate you and
clear your name,"

   "Excuse me Commissioner, but I don't think I want to be a cop again,"
Max said, looking down at her hands.  "I am getting to grips with being a
detective and I am enjoying it,"

   "I know," there was a smile in the Commissioner's voice.  "I saw how you
sat down; Law is teaching you well,"

   "It wasn't Law," the words were out before Max could stop them.  "I was
held prisoner by two suspects and beaten,"

   "Nonetheless, Law is teaching you, isn't he?" Commissioner B'aan asked
quietly.

   "Yes, Commissioner," she looked away blushing, her curls hiding part of
her face.

   "You want it too," the Commissioner's hand ran quickly up Max's thigh,
stopping at the top of her long thigh. . .

   Max opened her mouth to protest but nothing happened.  Her thighs parted
to permit the wandering hand access to her pussy instead.  Bypassing the
skimpy panties Law insisted she wore; the Commissioner found Max's clit and
started caressing it.  Max fell into a sexual haze as she was teased, a
soft moan escaping from her lips.  The Commissioner brought her close to an
orgasm then stopped.

   "Yes, I was right, Law is teaching you very well," B'aan said.  "I might
join him in exploring your submissive side later," squeezing her thigh
tenderly and brushing the sdark curls from her face.  Max just looked up,
all wide eyes and school girl blushes.

   "But now we must talk shop I'm afraid.  If you help me, I will help you.
I'm guessing that your resources are stretched too thin, that you are
worried that you wont be able to solve the case you are working on.  I can,
and will, arrange for you to be able to access the internal database if you
will help me catch Strong and his allies,"

   B'aan continued lightly stroking Max's pussy lips under her skirt,
sexually hypnotising Max, keeping her on the edge.

   "Wha - what do - you - want?" Max struggled to get the words out.

   "All you have to do is let me know when you see, or hear of, Strong
acting in an underhand or suspicious way," the Commissioner said, stroking
Max's outer lips gently.

   Max needed to cum.  Oh, how she needed it!

   "Please let me cum, Commissioner," she begged.

   "I will, if you agree to help me,"

   "Yes, I will help you, Commissioner,"

   "I was hoping you would say 'yes' Max, I will fax you the access
details. Your number is 543672, isn't it?  Fax will be safer than email,"

   "Yesssss it is," Max replied as that finger coaxed her towards that
promised orgasm.

   The Commissioner was pressing two fingers into her and Max was riding
them as her clit was rubbed with increasing speed.  Soon Max was crying in
ecstasy.

   "Let me cum!  Pleeeeease!  Pleeeeease!  I will help you!  Please let me
cummmm!  Please!  Ohhhh Yesssss yesssssSSSSSSSS!  YESSSSSSSSSSSSS! 
OHGODDDDD YESSSSSSSS!  PLEASE!  YESSSSSS!  YESSSSSSS!"

   Suddenly the orgasm swept through her.  Max jack-knifed against the
Commissioner's hand and then sat, her head resting on the uniformed
shoulder of the Commissioner, gasping for breath as waves of pure pleasure
radiated from her pussy.  It was like being a waterfall, and feeling
pleasure cascade from her.  The Commissioner held Max's mound, cupping it
as waves of cum were pumped out of her.

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