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 Max Webb

   Chapter 8 Dénouement (bond, mental cruelty, M/F)

   "Strong," she whispered.  "its you!"

   "Yes, baby, Strong, and I'm here to put a stop to you and him as he
kicked the prone Law, "you both think you're pretty clever huh?" he
sneered.

   "I should have let Nancy and Anne get rid of you when they had you!"

   Max stared at the cruel face of the man who used to be her working
partner.  He was in need of a shave and a lock of his jet black hair was
falling across his face.  Max had fancied him when they were first
partners, but his cruelty and abruptness, as well as time, had destroyed
any such feelings long ago.

   "You were behind my kidnapping?" Max struggled in her seat but Strong
just laughed at her efforts.

   "I see Law is turning you into his own little pet, get a kick out of
being his toy, do you?

   "He's more of a man than you ever will be, you bastard," Max answered.

   "Oh yes," Strong replied "you like a man who spanks you, do you?  You
could have been mine you know," Strong was running his fingers round Max's
neck as he spoke.  Despite her revulsion, Max's body was giving her away.
Strong was starting to wake her desires as he fondled her through her
clothes, pushing up that ridiculously short skirt.

   "I, uh, I - untie me you bastard," was the only response she could
muster.

   "When I last saw you Maxine, I told you I would kill you if I saw you
again.  Well this is even better.  Law was playing bondage games with you
but accidentally killed you and in his grief committed suicide - and at one
stroke we have got rid of two meddling fools,"

   "We?  I suppose you mean Anne and Fi?" Max was desperate now to know
everything she could if she and Law were to perish, at least she would
know.

   "Well, well, you have been doing your homework," answered Strong.  He
walked over to her and leaned against the table.

   "I suppose I ought to get you all messed up so it looks as if Law was
playing with you,"

   He leaned over and pulled her skirt roughly up to the top of her thighs
and ripped her top down to expose her breasts encased in her lacy bra. 
Next he reached behind her and loosened the strap, then pulled her bra down
until one breast was exposed.

   "You always were a looker," he said stroking a creamy thigh and cupping
her pert breast.  His roughened fingers were teasing her, and she began to
moan and push forward, asking for more.

   "Tell me, Strong, were you working with Anne and Fi all the time," asked
a by now desperate and aroused Max.  She feared that this was going to look
exactly how Strong had planed it.

   "Oh no," said Strong, looking pleased with himself, "that was later,
when I had found how lucrative getting rid of witnesses was!"

   "But you were a cop," Max insisted, "Your job meant something,"

   "Tell that to all the ex cops trying to live on a pension," Strong
replied.

   "How did Sur get involved?" Max almost begged

   "You are full of questions aren't you?  Well I'll tell you, but I'm
going to make you cum at the same time, 'cos that's what your partner over
there would have done before accidentally killing you,"

   "No!  Don't!  Please," Max squirmed as his fingers pulled the flimsy
panties down so he could start masturbating her.  "You are pretty dry down
here," said Strong, "lets get you warmed up, and just think, you'll cum as
you hear about my deciding to make a profit for myself,"

   So, enjoying his work, Strong told Max about his friendship with Anne
and how he had got her a job with Sur after he had got rid of Sur's
business partner, so that Sur could have all the factory profits for
himself.  Strong had been investigating a robbery at the factory when he
overheard Sur on the phone making plans to bump off his partner.  Strong
even offered to do the job himself and told Sur he could help with any
other work, for a price.

   Max was sweating and responding to his fingers, she moaned and Strong
laughed, finding her now rapidly swelling clitoris, and rolling it between
his fingers.

   "Anne got a bit greedy and asked me to get her cousin Nancy a job as
well, and then my stupid sister Fi had to go and marry Symmonds,"

   Max was almost at the point of no return and Strong gloated over the
helpless girl.

   "Anyway Symmonds is a bad lot, and not what I wanted for Fi.  But he
came up with the idea of creaming off Sur's profits and we had the perfect
set-up - until you and that ex-con of yours waltzed in and spoiled things!"

   As he said this he felt Max beginning to cum and let the orgasm run
through her whole body, her pussy gushed, her nipples stood on end and she
came gloriously and with much groaning and moaning.

   "You see the idea turns you on!" gloated Strong.

   At this very moment the door burst open and there stood the
Commissioner, and several armed cops.

   "I have heard enough Strong; you are going away for a very long time if
I have anything to do with it.  Your file will be on its way to the CPS
this afternoon.  Good job Law had the idea of fitting an intercom from here
to my office,"

   Through her sweat and orgasm induced heavy breathing, Max realised he
could also have heard her and Law together!  She was so embarrased that she
flushed and wished she could hide.

   "Take him downstairs, I'll ring for an ambulance," Lez ordered.  Strong
was hustled out of the office by the other cops as Lez cut Max's bonds.

   "Tell me, Lez, how much have you heard in here?" she asked as she went
to Law's still body.  She cradled her partner and lover as Lez rang for the
ambulance.

   "Don't worry, I didn't hear that much, but enough for me to be really
looking forward to Friday night and having two Slaves to play with," Lez
answered smilingly.  "The ambulance is on its way,"

   + + + + +

   It turned out that Law was only concussed and was discharged the next
day.

   In the meantime, the Commissioner had arrested Sur on suspicion of
having paid Strong to murder his business partner.  So when Max brought Rob
Law home she was able to report that their first case was now closed and
the file was on Lez's desk.

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