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Brought to Heel by Samantha Brook
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Chapter 1
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Josh stepped from the cool air-conditioned headquarters of his gang into the muggy Los Angeles summer night. The heat hit him like a wall. Already on the sidewalk, Blake, his second in command, spoke into his earpiece communications device. The specially fitted SUV was already there, but only after Blake had scanned the street once more did he authorize the driver to open its electronically-controlled doors. Josh headed across to the vehicle and slid into the leather seat at the rear on the passenger's side. Blake slid into the rear seat on the driver's side beside him and nodded to the driver through the bullet proof partition.
The driver fired up the engine as Blake spoke again into his com-link.
"The cavalry are en route," he said as they pulled away, the convoy of two SUV's following behind them. Josh heard the acknowledgement from the computer control room in his gang headquarters and the following two vehicles through his earpiece. Their gang was known as the Hard Disk Gang, but he preferred to call it the Hard Disk Club. They had only received the news about the hijacking of one of their couriers by a rival gang, late that afternoon. The courier, a young woman named Krystyna and a member of their gang, was carrying a shipment of uncut diamonds that would bankroll them for many months. They had to get the diamonds back intact and, hopefully, Krystyna too. Josh had been interested in her special charms for some time and from the looks she had been giving him, she seemed interested too.
He and Blake had spent the afternoon selecting a team of twelve with the right skills from their gang, choosing which weapons and tools they would need on the mission. On the web site he had selected from a comprehensive list of vehicles that would best serve their purposes and compiled descriptions of all the key buildings for the evening's mission. They had been on many missions together in this city crawling with violence, money, sex and corruption, but these past scenarios blurred as he considered what traps they might find inside the target building. And there were literally hundreds of secrets to discover, numerous vehicles and weapons to master and all kinds of new challenges arising with each mission.
The SUV turned a corner and entered the narrow street behind the target building, a warehouse, on their right. It was a dark and dreary part of town with street lights broken and stripped cars lining the road. The remainder of their convoy was not far behind. At least the specially fitted and armoured vehicle made Josh feel secure.
Suddenly there came a terrific bang and a flash that illuminated the SUV's interior with a sudden bright red glow. The heavy vehicle rocked laterally up on the driver's side, hung for a moment on two wheels, then fell back and hit the street hard on all four wheels.
"What the hell was that?"
They had been hit by some type of missile, but the armour had been up to the challenge. Josh already had his weapon out of its holster, aware they had just been tagged, as the SUV came back to the horizontal with its stabilisers.
Damn, he thought. The street had not come up as a tag location that afternoon when they checked on the web. And the two SUVs following in their convoy had still not entered the street.
Then he saw a bulky man in a black leather outfit and wearing the cap of the rival gang run towards them from the left out of a narrow lane. He had dark hair and a fresh scar running down his left cheek. He initially darted towards them then just as quickly veered away. At the same time, Josh thought he also caught a flash of movement behind the SUV and worried the first man might be a feint.
"Go, go," Blake yelled at the driver. The engine roared and they began to move, lurching forward, when another man in black appeared behind them and slapped something under the vehicle. Whatever it was, it clunked metallically. The man then turned and sprinted off into the darkness. In an instant Josh had lowered his window, brought up the state-of-the-art nightscope on his weapon, levelled the man in its cross hairs and squeezed off one shot. The man dropped suddenly as if his legs had vanished.
However a moment later the bomb he had attached to the undercarriage of the SUV went off.
Again the passenger compartment, specially armoured to withstand such methods of assault, remained intact but this time the rear axle sustained significant damage. The engine roared as the driver again tried to pull way but the SUV only lurched a little, then stopped as the damaged rear axle screeched in response to the attempt to drive forward.
"Out!" Josh yelled as he and Blake reached for the door controls, pressed them open and dived out. He hit the ground in a shoulder roll.
Instantly there came the bark of submachine gun fire from the warehouse, the bullets chewing up the ground around the immobilised vehicle. Tongues of orange fire stabbed towards them as Josh glanced back at the SUV. Time seemed to become suspended as he saw their driver, only half out the door, jerk as the bullets hit him and he dropped.
Then he felt the bullets slam into his torso. In a corner of his mind, he knew the Kevlar vests he and Blake were wearing would stop any conventional rounds. It was a pity the driver hadn't been wearing one too! At last the two trailing SUVs entered the street and returned fire, providing himself and Blake with a moment of respite.
"Blake," he whispered into the mouthpiece of his com-link. "Cover me, I'm going to enter the target from the front. When I make that doorway, I'll cover you. You go in from the rear entrance."
"OK, Josh," came the reply.
Josh sprang up and took several quick steps, bringing his weapon forward to protect him against any enemy in his field of vision. A bullet pierced the arm of his jacket, missing his flesh but leaving a hole in the fabric. Then Blake's covering fire silenced his attackers, at least temporarily. He felt a sense of outrage; his jacket was a designer label! He caught motion peripherally and glancing to his left, saw a rival gang member holding a pistol in two hands, ready to fire. He brought his weapon across in a sweeping arc, firing off and the man dropped screaming as he was hit by multiple rounds.
Another enemy round smashed into Josh's chest, right over his heart. He felt like he had been hit with a hammer but he was alive - his vest included a titanium trauma plate. He made the entrance to the warehouse and now under cover provided withering cover fire to protect Blake who sprang from the behind the immobilised SUV, jinking one way then another before gaining access to the rear entrance to the building.
"Ready?" Josh asked Blake via the com-link.
"Ready," Blake replied.
"Units two and three, you know what to do," Josh spoke again.
A hail of automatic fire from the two trailing SUVs peppered the building for three minutes then stopped suddenly. Anyone inside had their heads down.
"Now!" Josh whispered into his mouth-piece. Almost simultaneously, he and Blake threw stun grenades into the building and entered, weapons at the ready. Josh selected the 'armour-piercing fire' mode on his weapon, then stepped out from behind his cover and raised his weapon to hip level. The rival gang members were initially frozen, immobilised by the effects of the stun grenades, then they started to lift their weapons blindly to where they thought their opponents would be.
Time stalled again and Josh pivoted and shot in a carefully orchestrated arc of fire. It was as if he were in the front row of a movie, running in slow motion, picking out targets as they moved across the screen. The armour-piercing rounds found their targets perfectly but even amidst all the gunfire, he distinctly heard the sound of the rival gang's members yelling in surprise as his bullets thudded through their protective vests. Suddenly a large bearded man whom he recognised as Brook, the rival gang leader, made a break through a side door, carrying a briefcase. He was escaping with their precious diamonds and Krystyna was nowhere to be seen.
"I'm on him," Blake said, chasing in pursuit.
"OK, I'll look for the courier," Josh answered.
He noticed some stairs at the back of the warehouse leading to an office and sprinted up them, checking to see if his weapon's LCD screen displayed any traps on the way. He listened at the door of the office and thought he heard Krystyna's voice inside calling for help plaintively. Finally, before he opened the door he selected the pull down menu for 'Tools' on his LCD screen and set the mode to 'Special features', a process that sent a code to the CPU, that in turn un-toggled its censor flag.
In the corner lay the dim figure of Krystyna, naked and bound with ropes.
"Krystyna, are you alright?"
She attempted to nod but he could see in addition to her restraints she had been beaten. He rushed over to her, reached down and lifted her to her feet by her shoulders.
"Where are your clothes? What did they do to you?" he asked, seeing bruises across her breasts and shoulders.
"Oh Josh, it's been so awful, I never thought I'd escape. I never thought you'd find me."
She had a deliciously low voice, which made him think of milk chocolate, and dark wavy hair that came down to her shoulders in ripples, framing her breasts. He recalled how sensual she had seemed when he first met her. He paused for a moment, breathless at her nakedness, and then quickly untied her.
"Tell me what happened to you," he said.
Krystyna took a deep breath and began to tell her story. She recounted how the gang had hijacked her and her precious cargo. She had put up a struggle and had managed to stab one of her attackers down his face but there were too many of them. They had brought her back to the warehouse where they had stripped her. Knowing she was a member of Josh's gang, they had forced her to perform various sexual acts with them. She stopped every now and then as he asked her questions about the number of gang members involved in the hijack and she backtracked over certain details she had forgotten to mention. When he had got the whole story, he spoke into his com-link, giving details to Blake who was still in pursuit of Brook and the diamonds. When he had finished speaking, he turned back to her.
Krystyna sat kneeling, her hands across her knees, still naked but apparently unconcerned now she was safe with him.
"Oh Josh, I'm so sorry, I feel so ashamed that I let you and the others down. What must you think of me?"
"Krystyna, that's alright. At least you're safe."
"Josh, I'm so grateful to you for rescuing me. How can I thank you?"
She lifted herself forward slightly, her bruised breasts bouncing tantalizingly. Then she flung her arms around his waist and burst into tears.
"Really, it's alright," he said.
She squeezed her arms around his waist, then moving her hands down, she gripped him tightly. He tried to pull back but she held him firmly and then moved her hands until they cupped his buttocks.
"Please, you really don't need to do this," he said.
But she held him tightly and began to tell him in more detail about the terrible things they had made her do. How they had beat her on her buttocks and breasts, then made her suck the cocks of several gang members before fucking her.
"Please Josh; please let me do something for you in return for saving me. You must!" She released her grip on his buttocks and moved her hands to the front of his trousers. She pulled the zip down slowly and pushed one of her hands into the opening, feeling his thick cock already partially erect. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft.
"Would you let me suck it?"
He pulled back slightly but she gripped his cock tightly in her hands.
"Please Krystyna, there's no need, I'm just glad that you are safe," he said.
"I know, but I would like to thank you," then after a pause, "I want to thank you."
She lifted her other hands upward and unclipped his trousers, which fell to his knees. Then she pulled his underpants down, exposing his now fully erect cock. She squeezed her right hand around the shaft whilst cupping his balls in her left hand. She leaned forward, mouth open and put her lips around his glans. Then she used her tongue to rim his glans and probe the tip of his penis. His cock swelled even further in her expert hands and she pulled back to inspect his pink and throbbing member. She ran her tongue down the under surface of his shaft along the distended veins, which were hardening against her touch. Then she slid his penis as far into her mouth as possible, 'deep throating' him whilst gripping his balls tightly in her other hand. She began to rhythmically slide his cock in and out of her mouth.
"Krystyna, you shouldn't, please."
She pulled back, his cock dripping with her saliva, and she looked him directly in the eye.
"Do you really want me to stop?" she said in her low sensuous voice.
"No," he whispered hoarsely.
"I didn't think so," she almost gloated.
Now she had his agreement, she wanted to take her time with him. She leaned forward. This time her mouth opened and closed over one of his balls. She sucked gently whilst her hand stroked up and down his shaft. Then she released his ball, switching to suck on the other ball, again gently. Eventually she released that one too, but returned to sucking his glans and shaft.
Josh murmured soft cries of increasing excitement. Then Krystyna said: "They fucked me too, you know, too many times to count."
Pivoting on her knees she brought her sex into his view, opening her thighs to expose her slit.
"Would you like to fuck me too?"
He didn't answer but she felt his stiff cock probing against the soft folds of her labia until he found the entrance. She pushed back hard against his pulsating shaft, making sure he entered her with one thrust. He gripped her by the hips and began to thrust hard. He lifted her hips up higher as he plunged his cock in and out. With every thrust, she pushed back hard to meet him. Suddenly he gave a grunt and the thrusts against her buttocks assumed a further intensity, until finally his semen spurted into her.
Slowly, gradually, his pulse and breathing returned to normal, as he regained control.
"Was that good?" she asked and he nodded.
After he had regained his composure, he reached down for his key pad, selected 'Tools' on the LCD screen, reset the mode to 'Standard features', and spoke into his com-link to check Blake's status and how the hunt for the diamonds was progressing.
Josh leaned back in his chair, took off his headphones and mouthpiece and hit 'Pause'. On a small table beside his computer were a collection of his competitor's games, such as Mortal Kombat, Streetfighter II, Doom and Terminator II. He had to agree the special features on his new game, 'Gang Wars' were excellent and the girls were hot. They were much more exciting and interactive than the tame hidden sex scenes on some computer games. This new game would be a great success, overlapping the essential elements of the game with soft core porn. And he enjoyed 'road testing' that area of the games he created.
It was just a pity that the girls weren't real and he was still a virgin, he thought.
Indeed he had always felt uncertain in the presence of women since he was a boy. As a teenager he engrossed himself in fantasy movies and computer games, whilst his friends were going out with girls. When he left school, he worked in IT in London, initially as a computer programmer, where as a computer nerd he was a natural. He began writing software for computer games to amuse him self, but soon found his ability to create interactive software that adapted movies into computer games was highly marketable and he was rapidly promoted. By the age of 25, he was able to start his own computer games company, Gamesware Enterprises with three other entrepreneurs, Glen, Jeff and Ken, and now they were millionaires. At the age of 28, Josh drove a Ferrari and owned several properties around London. But he knew deep inside he was nothing like the male characters in his games. More importantly he had little social life and no girlfriend.
Why did he lack confidence with women? In his good moments, playing his computer games he felt like a real man, in control of any woman. But deep down inside, he didn't want to dominate a woman, he wanted a woman he could worship. What he was afraid of was what this might be telling him about himself. Perhaps he was just one of the new breeds of feminised men, so called metrosexuals. And he knew one thing for sure. Two events during his early years had been instrumental in shaping his thoughts about women.
End of Chapter One
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