Ann: The Married Years Ch. 38

He played with the pump, checking the suction with the cone shaped end attached. Then he removed it, checking again. "This thing has a lot more power when it's not trying to suck so much area," he commented. "I wonder if we can get this done faster by leaving it off." Turning it off, he carefully stuffed one of her nipples inside the plastic tube, thrilled that it fit so perfectly. "It's like it's made to be used this way."

"Yeah... right."

Attaching the collecting cup to the bottom, he shrugged. "We're about to find out."

The whir of the motor kicked in when he flipped the switch, the tube jerking up from the tight vacuum being created. Her nipple swelled to the same size as the tube, pulling hard inside it.

"OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!" she barked in a panic, the suddenness of the way it sucked at her tit alarming her. It was so much more intense, it shocked her.

"Well, that works quite well," he smirked, watching the volume of milk spurting into the cup.

Toying with the pressure setting, he increased the pumping action, making her body lurch back in the chair. "SHIT! That HURTS!"

"James, don't hurt her," Brooke whispered as she appeared at his side, mesmerized but what she was enduring.

"I know what I'm doing, Agent Evans," he said as he increased it again.

"Oh yeah? It doesn't look like she's enjoying it."

Pointing to the obvious orgasm she was having, her cum bubbling over the head of the vibrator that very moment, he winked. "I beg to differ."

Once he had finished with one breast, he switched to the other, emptying the contents of the collecting cup several times into the glass tumbler. He'd watched her milk herself over a hundred times, and he'd never seen that much before. He wasn't sure if it was from it being so long since she'd done it, or if it had something to do with her tits being tied all day. Or maybe it was the increased intensity of the pump. All he knew was the results were evident in the glass.

An audible sigh escaped Ann as he finally loosened the ropes binding her breasts, but that was short-lived. Another orgasm approached, forcing her back against the chair as she struggled to keep her reaction bottled inside. She didn't want to scream like Brooke had, finding it a point to focus on. She was trying to maintain control, considering his comment a challenge. If he wanted her to scream, it would take more than what he was doing.

She was doing well to keep her composure, even as the orgasms increased, turning into what seemed like a continuous one. The wand was the perfect tool for him to use on her to that end, and she knew it. The damn thing was relentless, the vibrations more powerful than any of her other vibrators by a long shot. Hell, on the highest setting, it was more powerful than all of them put together. And the way he'd wedged it against the seat forced it against her clit. She stood no chance, really. Try as she might, it was becoming more of a struggle, and she finally caved.

"OOHHHH FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!"

It was loud, but it wasn't as earth shattering as Brooke's. "You can do better than that," he said, putting the tube back onto her first nipple, pumping it again.

"PLEASE!" she panted, knowing the breaking point was upon her. She couldn't help but think it would have been easier to hold out if he were spanking her. It was hard to tell, her line between pleasure and pain often so blurry it seemed to disappear altogether.

"Tell me, Pamela!"

"THERE'S NOTHING TO TELL," she yelled defiantly as another orgasm hit, making the chair move as she rocked backward.

"James, it's too much," Brooke said, starting to panic a bit.

"Nonsense. Tell me, Pamela. Why were you late? Why didn't you come back into the theatre on time!"

"I TOLD YOU! I WAS SHOPPING!" she seethed as she came harder, her eyes wild as she clenched her teeth.

"That's no reason! I told you to shop! Why were you late!"

She closed her eyes, steadfastly refusing to give in. And she let out a brief sigh of relief when she felt the tube being removed from her nipple, the pump turning off.

"Thank you," she said even as another orgasm lingered nearby, waiting to spring upon her.

"For what?" he said as he flipped the switch again.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, this time with a decibel level that would rival a rock concert.

"Shit, James," Brooke said, her hand covering her mouth as she watched in shock.

"Mind the door, Miss Evans. I believe we'll have someone knocking shortly to make sure everything is okay."

"You want me to answer the door... like this?" she smiled.

"If you wouldn't mind, I want to get my answer, and I have a feeling I'm pretty close."

Ann was wailing and cursing, her body shaking so much it made the chair walk across the hardwood floor.

The reason was the suction pump. Instead of one of her nipples, Neil had placed the tip of the tube near her clit, and once he flipped the switch that last time, he moved it closer. The suction from the pump pulled her fleshy appendage inside quickly, making her cum instantly. And she hadn't stopped. It had been almost a minute and she couldn't if she wanted to. It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had, and she started spurting all over the chair.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHOKAYOKAYOKAY!"

"Okay what?"

"I'LL TELL YOOOOOUUUUUU!"

"You'll tell me... what?" he smiled wickedly, flicking his finger at the tube, making it vibrate over her pulsing clit.

"WHATEVER YOU WAAAAAANNNNNT!"

"Then tell me. I'm not turning this off until you do."

"It's in the BAG!"

"What is?"

"THE REASSSOOOOOOOOON!"

He flipped off the switch, leaving the pump connected to her clit, which was now very red and puffy inside the clear plastic tube. She slumped forward, gasping desperately for air; her lungs burning as she took it in.

Going to the desk, he opened the bag of items she'd purchased at the theatre gift shop the night before. He pulled out a dozen or so T-shirts, all with the theatre logo on it, each with a different risqué catch phrase on them. The phrases all referenced acting. His favorite being one that read I'm not acting. I really am a bitch. It wasn't true of course, but he could certainly picture her wearing it.

Rifling through the bag, he pulled out all the shirts, and then the dress she'd worn the night before. When he pulled it out, it unfolded, and another T-shirt fell to the floor. It was what she was referring to, a tiny T-shirt along the same lines as the others she'd bought. This one was for Owen, and it said It's easier to act cute when you are. He had to hold in his laughter, which was easier since his back was to Ann.

Turning around, he held up the shirt. "This is the reason?"

"Yes," she answered, her head still hung low, her breathing fast and haphazard.

"This is for...."

"It's for my son."

"So you were late because you were buying something personal."

"You told me to go shopping, James. You should NEVER tell a woman to go shopping. Especially if you hand her a hundred-dollar bill... you should know that."

"So this is MY fault. I told you to go shopping to get a bag to put your dress in."

"I'm not saying it's your fault. I'm just saying that you shouldn't have been surprised. And in all honesty, I had to buy enough things to get a bag big enough to put the dress in. I just got sidetracked when I saw the ones for babies."

"Pamela, you're a professional. You had a job to do. You have to be able to put aside your personal life when you're on a mission."

"I know that. And I have. I've done everything else I was supposed to do. I had a momentary lapse. I never thought seeing that shirt would make me lose track of time. I got too busy reading them, trying to find the perfect one."

"And as you just said, I gave you a hundred dollars. You could have bought him a dozen."

"I didn't want to get caught with any, James. That was a big enough chance. Our enemies can't know I'm a mother. That's why I put it inside the dress... to hide it." She smiled inside. She'd actually hidden it because she didn't want Neil to see it until their son was wearing it, thinking it would be a nice reminder later of their weekend of fun.

"Why would it be so important to keep a shirt a secret?"

"You're obviously not a female agent, James. We have to think about things you never have to. If someone saw me buying a bunch of toddler T-shirts, they might think it was a way to break me. Having a child is a sign of weakness in an agent. It's something that can be used against me, because they would know I'd never endanger my child. In fact, I'm lucky the CIA let me on this mission. Technically, in their eyes, I'm an ex-agent. That's what my file says so they can disavow me if they have to. After all, I was inactive for over a year. This is my first mission in twenty months."

"Because of the baby?" he asked.

"Because of what happened," she sighed.

"You mean... the reason you got pregnant it the first place." She nodded, staring at the floor, her will to hold it all in coming to an end. It was so strange that they were just play-acting. The very reasoning for explaining her delay, as well as for having a baby as an agent in the first place, had been running through her head for hours. She'd rehearsed it over and over in the closet, going over what he might ask, and what she would say in response. Now that it was happening, it felt so real to her that she was having trouble collecting her thoughts. "Tell me, Pamela... what happened?"

"You want to know what happened," she said with an angry laugh, her eyes peering up in an icy stare. "Do you REALLY want to know!"

His response was a pensive yes.

"Do you believe me that I didn't sabotage the mission?"

"I'm still not sure."

"Well, then... you're going to have to keep making me cum. Or you can beat my ass if you think that will make you feel better... because the only way I'm telling you the rest is if you believe me, right now. I've said too much already. My career in the field is probably over. This mission was my one chance to get back in the game, and now that we failed, and you're blaming me, I'll have to retire. I can't sit behind a desk again. I spent the last six months doing that, on suspended duty."

"What are you talking about?"

"I told you, if you want to know, then you have to believe me. And if you believe me, then take this fucking thing off my clit and untie me!"

"Okay," he smiled, "I believe you."

Carefully removing the tube from her pussy, he had Brooke help him untie all the binds that were holding her to the chair. She sighed as she tried to stand, having to lean against him for support. She couldn't use her hands, as they were still cuffed behind her back, something she was quick to point out.

"You're lucky my hands are behind my back or I'd punch you right in the balls right now," she grinned.

"You could always knee me," he laughed.

"I would, but I can't feel my legs."

There was a pause, the room falling silent as Ann got her bearings. It was Brooke, strangely enough that finally spoke up. She was so into the lifelike storyline Ann had concocted that she couldn't help herself.

"So... what happened? Why did you have the baby?"

"I was on a classified mission, working deep inside. My cover was as a sales associate, and my mark was a guy that we thought was selling illegal arms to a country in South America to support a revolution attempt. Obviously, I can't say who it was, or what country, but the intelligence suggested this guy was involved and I was supposed to get close to him. And I got careless."

"Careless?" she asked.

"Yeah. We knew he frequented this store, and my job was to flirt with him, and try to get as close as possible to extract information. You know... who he was selling to, where he got the weapons... he was a middle man, and we wanted both ends of his operation. I was to get him to ask me out, and hopefully go further. Like James said, sex is just part of what we sometimes have to do. He had a reputation of being a womanizer... a bit like you James, but he supposedly had a domesticated streak in him. At least that's what the profile said. He'd lost his mother when he was young, and he liked women that took care of him. It turned out that intel was wrong, and I didn't pick up on it."

"It was wrong?"

"Unfortunately, the information came out of South America, and the CIA interpreter got the translation wrong. They were speaking broken English, and our guy listening to the audio tape of the wire-tap thought he heard the word 'domesticate'. It was 'dominate'... big difference. He wasn't looking for a mother figure. He was into bondage."

"Oh my god,' she gasped.

"I made the mistake of suggesting we go to his place, thinking I'd be able to find out more about him and the operation there. The whole 'get him in an environment where he's comfortable, and he'll open up easier' logic. Plus, I needed to get into his personal office and see his files. I never saw it coming. He caught me snooping on a closed-circuit camera that intel had confirmed he didn't have, and I ended up trapped in his dungeon for ten days. You asked how an agent could forget to take her birth control pills, James? I didn't forget. I couldn't take them, because I didn't have them to take. After he finally let me out of the dungeon, I spent over five months as his in-house sex slave, being fucked every way you can imagine. I was also whipped and spanked and caned and... well, you get the picture."

Neil smirked. She was using her last time as Annabelle as inspiration for her alibi of sorts... the reason she had a baby as an agent. It was ingenious.

"How did you escape?" Brooke asked her voice so sincere Neil wondered if she'd forgotten this was all just pretend.

"I fell in love."

"What!"

"Well, that's what I made him believe. I embraced the premise of Stockholm syndrome before it actually happened. I figured out pretty quickly that the only way to escape was to first get out of the dungeon. The place was designed to keep me held captive, so there was no getting out of there. So, I concentrated on what he was doing to me, searching for things that I actually liked. Things I could get off on. It wasn't like I didn't have orgasms while I was down there... kind of like today. He was into bondage as a sex game, so there were all sides of it. Some were actually pretty awesome. The body reacts how it wants, whether your mind wants it to or not. When I stopped fighting and accepted what he was doing, he felt he'd broken me. Then again, he didn't have one of those," she said, pointing to the breast pump that had just been latched to her still swollen clit.

"What happened after that?"

"Once he let me upstairs, life was a lot more normal. Well, other than I was always naked, except for the collar he made me wear. He would still tie me up every once in a while, and he'd punish me if I misbehaved... although he'd find a reason every day to do that. It was a way so he could keep me in line. But for the most part, it was really all about the sex once I got out of the dungeon. I'd become his live-in fuck toy."

"So, you didn't escape?"

"I didn't say that. Look, Brooke, I knew what I signed up for when they gave me the mission. It's what we do. But this mission was so covert I got the warning paper to sign before I left."

"What does that mean?"

"It basically stated that I was acknowledging that the CIA would disavow my actions if I got burned. I knew the second he trapped me in that dungeon that there would be no rescue attempt. I was on my own. So, first I had to find a way out of that, which I did after ten days. But even then, he never let me out of the house. Whenever he would leave, he would either tie me up, or lock me in my room. But as time wore on, I built up his trust. I had made him believe I wasn't a threat to run away. I had to make him think I wanted to be there. And the only way to do that was to believe it myself, to a point."

Brooke became even more inquisitive. "So, is... is that why you, you know... came so hard? Because of the things you've had done to you before."

"You could say that. There are parts of being dominated that I absolutely love. I was able to easily embrace them. And I have him to thank for some of that, I suppose. But that doesn't mean I didn't want to get away."

"And how did you do that?" Neil asked, wondering just how much detail she'd put into her story.

"It started when I asked him one night if there were places outside where he might want to tie me up and use me. He got so excited I think we were outside in less than five minutes. We did that a few times, and I was sort of semi-pretended to be really into it."

"What does that mean?" he smirked.

"Well, I actually was into most of it. I was so excited to finally be out of the house I really didn't care what he did to me. But he was still really careful. The fourth... no, it was the fifth time we did it. I should say that he'd always do it at night, because he didn't want to take the chance that he'd be seen... and that fifth time, he slipped up by not tying my hands to the tree first. When he went back inside to get some things, I froze in place. I wasn't sure what to do. I could have bolted that moment and I didn't. It was at that point, I wondered if I really wanted to leave."

"So you didn't want to?"

"No, I did. But there was a part of me that was looking forward to what he would do to me, and it clouded my mind for a moment. He was smiling when he came back, realizing the same thing... that he'd forgotten to secure me first. But that convinced him I wasn't going anywhere. I even kissed him and told him to hurry up, because I needed to cum. He relaxed and went back for a few more things. When he did, I'd used the rope he'd brought out the first time to create a trap."

"Really?" Brooke said excitedly.

"It all comes down to training, Brooke. I was there to do a mission. And I did. It just took a lot longer than I'd hoped, and it didn't happen how I originally planned it. But I was there to do my job. I just had to remind myself of that. So yes, he stepped into the snare-loop I made with the rope and I yanked on it and pulled him off his feet. Then I knocked him out. He woke up the next morning tied in his own dungeon."

"Holy shit," she reacted honestly, like it had really happened.

That brought an odd smile from Ann, who looked at Neil. He simply shrugged, and she went on.

"I didn't report in for over a week. I spent that time doing to him some of the things he did to me, and then I called in. By the time they showed up, I'd gone through his office thoroughly. Between what I discovered there, and what I made him tell me, I had all the information on every part of his arms network. But I also had to deal with the aftermath. I had to endure countless psychotherapy sessions; and even more sessions of debriefing, and the medical tests. It was almost more grueling than being in the dungeon, to be honest. But they didn't test me for being pregnant. I didn't find out until I was five months along. I'd gotten knocked up toward the very end of the mission."

"You're kidding. You didn't have morning sickness?"

"I did, but I didn't know what it was. I actually thought it was from all the things in was dealing with; the stress I was under at first after I was brought back. Like I said, a lot of the debriefing sessions the CIA put me through were worse than what he did to me."

"And you don't mind that he's the father?"

"No. I had a choice to make. A tough one... but to be honest, when I looked at it logically, he had a lot of wonderful qualities you'd want in a father. He was handsome, and funny, and athletic. He's incredibly smart. Honestly, the worst thing about him was what he did for a living."