Cobra Crew: Preemptive Strike Ch. 01

"But before Tina joins us..."

Still straddling the woman, Ryan's gloved hands raked against her lips, over her delicate neck, and down her smooth armpits.

"Here's a preview of what's to come..."

He traced along the narrow straps of her nightie, curling and stretching them in his fingers. As Carolyn shook her head noisily, Ryan followed the night gown's deep-v neck, before taking her heaving breasts firmly in his hands.

"No!! L-leave me alone, you bastard!!"

A triumphant smile materialized on his face as he kneaded her large tits and squeezed them together. Ryan swallowed hard at the sight of her intense cleavage. Paying no attention to her angry squeals, his forefinger and thumb went to work on her nipples, pinching and twisting them through the flimsy fabric.

Meanwhile, Val slid the dimmer switch halfway to serve up a soft glow in the bedroom. Having setup the tripod and camera to record in HD video, she silently slipped on to the bed, and ran her gloved hands through Carolyn's stretched, smooth legs. She slithered forward on her belly, kissing her inner thighs sweetly until her nose was almost touching their victim's panty-covered crotch. Val inhaled the strong, magical feminine scent before her, before jabbing her muff with her nose.

"Oh my god, how dare you- ow!! You, you, perverts, stop, stop..."

Mrs. Sullivan's responded to the new violation with more thrashing and screaming, but neither assailants cared. Ryan ran his blade through both straps of her night gown, and gradually peeled back her top in a private unveiling of her gorgeous tits. Behind him, Valerie was stationed between Mrs. Sullivan's legs, pressing with her nose and fingers until a wet spot grew over her white panties.

"What, what the hell are you..? Ohh, you can't, you're a wom- waaah, STOP- Ahhh!"

"Oh please, like you've never had another lezzie experience before. Keep doing her tits, babe. The fucking bitch is lovin' it." She called out, and Ryan happily obliged by taking both bare titties and dragging his thick tongue across her rose buds. Val continued her attack by tugging into the crotch piece with her fingers and scratching across Carolyn's trimmed bush. A good, soppy sucking of her thumb later, she easily penetrated the defenseless cunt with her short, innermost digit.

"You can't do- OH my god, what- AH, awww! You're biting- OH my god..."

Their overwhelmed hostage begged breathlessly, but there was no stopping the full-out assault now. With her thumb lazily twirling inside Mrs. Sullivan's tunnel, Val snapped the damp crotch piece aside to find her wet, puffy pussy lips. She licked around her buried digit, deciding that Mrs. Sullivan's nectar was tasty than her housekeeper's. Val ensured her tongue dabbled over the awakened clit, sending Carolyn into a frenzy.

"You... you- b-bitch!! Stop that- OW! Oow, OH, ohh, what are you... Ahhhh, OH..."

Val sensed movement and looked up to see Ryan observing her. She promptly rose up to meet him, their lips mashing together in mid-air. He boldly stroked his tongue inside her mouth, savouring the taste of their raunchy mixture. When they finally broke the kiss, Val saw that Mrs. Sullivan's mounds were already glistening with Ryan's saliva - plus a few teeth marks.

"Why don't you shut her up, baby." She cooed softly into his ear. "I'll keep her - motivated."

"You're awesome."

Val leaned closer to her partner to unzip his pants, maximizing contact with his monstrous erection. With experience, she easily freed his tortured, glistening member, angry veins visible along his entire length. Her eyes lit up at the sight, and she immediately bent over to kiss his wet mushroom head, while gently caressing his balls and the skin at the base of his cock.

"You're so fuckin' sexy in your lucky red briefs, baby."

As he moaned and grunted his satisfaction, Valerie wrapped her fingers around his meat and stroked it good. She guided Ryan and his cock until they were hovering over Mrs. Sullivan's quivering lips. Val grabbed their victim's dark brown mane and hissed in her ear.

"I'm gonna say this only once, CUNT, so listen very carefully. You're gonna give the BEST FUCKING BLOWJOB - ever - to my man. You know what that means, don't you? You are going to take his fucking COCK deep in your mouth, and suck it and love it like it's the best lollipop you've ever had in your life." Mrs. Sullivan's clenched fists and increased swallowing told the pair was completely revolted by the idea, but was too frightened by the crazed girl to say anything.

"And... if you try ANYTHING, and I mean anything, I will personally slit your fucking throat wide open. GOT IT?!" The flat side of the blade glided along Mrs. Sullivan's neck to bring home the point.

As soon as the knife was withdrawn, Carolyn tearfully bopped her head up and down. Moments later, under the careful watch of the two intruders, Ryan's throbbing pole slid past Mrs. Sullivan's pearly whites. Val made sure the magic moment was captured on her phone, when their flustered hostage's lips were drawn in for the first fellate.

"Ahhhh fuck, YES." Ryan voiced his approval, before gripping the side of her head to better control his thrust. After the first few entries, it was clear that the former model wouldn't fully accommodate Ryan's ten-incher, but she definitely knew what to do with a cock in her mouth.

"You best be working that tongue of yours, CUNT. Lick his head, you dumb bitch!!" Val was still barking orders, but she was after the woman's breasts, gently flicking her sensitive nipples, making the brunette shudder. As Ryan settled on a disciplined, unhurried rhythm with her, Val returned to the space between Mrs. Sullivan's inviting legs, and twirled her tongue across her slick, salty folds.

"Mmmpppphhhh!! Oopphhh!!" Her muffled screams of shameful delight was the validation for Val to continue. With a smirk, she easily penetrated their hostage with two fingers, setting off another round of aroused cries, and used her other hand to tap and stroke her heightened clit. That appeared to spur Mrs. Sullivan to suck on the thick meat rod with renewed vigor, accompanied by noisy slurping sounds. She actively seek out Ryan's cock head in her mouth, rewarding the tender flesh with a first-class tongue bathing.

"Shit..." Ryan sighed blissfully, in his usual, understated manner.

"Mmmm. You like the taste of her pussy, baby? Yeah me too, she taste real fine. Don't fucking stop, you cock-sucking slut!" Val squawked at the busy brunette, after a particularly messy oral exchange of fluids with between the two lovebirds. As if on cue, they both slapped her tits at the same time, and laughed as her jiggly globes bounced in sync.

For minutes, the blindfolded missus and her towering rapist were locked in for a thrill ride, working toward an intense orgasm, yet only one was actually going to reach ecstasy. Ryan's quickened pace with her mouth set off alarm bells inside Mrs. Sullivan's distracted mind, but by the time his rousing roar reached her ears, the first squirt of his sultry, thick cum was already hitting the roof of her mouth.

"Mmmoooff, mmoopphhh! Aagghh..." The result was a smeared phone screen, but Val and her sticky fingers was successful in capturing the money shot - Ryan's explosion splattering out from her mouth, on to the brunette's lips, up across her cheeks, all over her blindfold, and into her hair. With more than a week's supply in store, he continued to ejaculate into her mouth and all over her face.

"Don't you fucking DARE, CUNT! Swallow it!! Take it all... yeah, there you go, bitch." Val scooped up the hot, sticky puddles with her fingers and directed them back towards the stunned woman's gaping mouth. "Yeah, that's it, bitch, every drop... oh shit, what a fucking mess. Clean my fingers. With your tongue, what else?! Do IT!! Hey, baby, come back here and get yourself cleaned up."

Ryan took his twitching cock and wiped himself all over the woman's soft, silky hair. He smiled as he rolled the few remaining drops of his semen over her beautiful tits.

A sated Ryan could feel his partner's heavy breathes over his head, so he fell back and sank into the Sullivans' impeccable mattress with a thud. Lying on his side, he watched his spunky girlfriend take over his spot over Mrs. Sullivan's face, jamming her digits in and out of their captive's mouth, before leaving red imprints with her slimy hands on the poor woman's sticky cheeks.

"Yeah, you like this, don't you, bitch?!" She taunted, then reached behind her to force her way into Mrs. Sullivan's open pussy again. Once those busy fingers were slick with her flowing juices, Val would place them back into the woman's mouth again. This sloppy cycle continued on for minutes, flooding their captive with feelings of debasement... and unspeakable pleasure.

"Fuck this!" Val panted, stopping abruptly. Ryan's eyes widened as his girl rolled off of their confused hostage, leaned into him for an intense tongue duel, while struggling to pull off her tight pants. Ryan jumped to her aid, and she rewarded him with the privilege of peeling off her black thong-string panties. He licked his chops at the sight of her neatly trimmed and puffy pussy, and her curvaceous ass where the thong seemingly vanished.

Saddled with a deep panty fetish, Ryan was mesmerized at the way her juices were matted to the crotch strip of her sexy undergarment. Clutching the black thong tight, he extended himself to get a taste of her spread pussy, but after a couple of slow, erotic trails with his tongue, Val lifted his dipped head away from her dripping muff.

"Not you, baby," She whispered. "you just sit back and watch."

When Ryan didn't move quickly enough for her liking, it earned him a powerful, two-handed shove back on to the mattress. Feeling slightly rejected, he fumbled to turn on the camera function on the phone, trying to make himself useful.

"Please, please, stop. Oh god. I won't tell- MMMmmmpphhhh!!" Behind her blindfold, the former model could perceive a different, piquant aroma in the mucky air; but when she opened her abused mouth to plead, what she got was the crazed girl's baking-hot pussy grinding into her orifice.

"Mmmm... Oh FUCK that feels good. YEAH, cunt, eat me out. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!" Val's short, coppery bangs fluttered up and down as she humped the helpless woman hard, slamming her aroused clit against her chin, lips, nose - whatever she found - all resulting in more euphoria.

"Oh, FUCK, YES, yes, OH, lick my cunt, you STUPID BITCH!! NOW!!" The sexy assailant screamed at the top of her lungs, her thrusts impossibly fast. The moment the petrified Mrs. Sullivan managed to roll out her tongue, it immediately encountered Val's hardened nub. Valerie responded by grabbing the poor woman's head, so to better direct her clit to the sweet pressure provided by Carolyn's tongue.

"AHHHH FUUUUUCCKKKK YESSSSSSSS" Unsurprisingly, it didn't take very long for the powerful wave of bliss to hit the young woman. Mrs. Sullivan was left with no choice but to accept the seeping, slick discharges, with her lungs crying out for oxygen.

"Fuck, Yes, Yesss, Fuck..." It would be another whole minute before Val finally lifted her soggy bush back in the air.

"Ooooh, shit, baby, that was fuckin' wild. Whatcha think of the cunt?" After catching her breath, she turned to her amused boyfriend, who had just filled up the phone memory with some VERY close-up videos.

"At least a B+." He smiled. "But could be better at pussy eating, you know, from where I was sitting."

They watched their timid and exhausted captive in silence, her face caked with a layer of bodily fluids. But even in her sordid state, the dark brunette was still a gorgeous sight to behold, her hurried breathes only worked to make her perfect breasts rise and fall. Ryan soon found himself staring at her inviting, wet pussy, still pulsating from all the earlier attention.

"I think we should do some work now, baby." Val knew her man well - now was the time to gently whisper some sense into him.

"Oh shit!" Ryan muttered under his breath, suddenly mindful of the time. "Let's move."

"Don't worry, baby, we'll keep this pussy nice and warmed up... for later." They both smiled at the egg-shaped vibrator that appeared in her hand.

"You can scream all you want, cunt, but no one's gonna give a shit. Enjoy!" After ensuring the sex toy was set to its maximum level, the pair left Mrs. Sullivan and the new distraction snuggled deep up her cunt. Once they were outside of the master bedroom, Ryan turned to his girlfriend and cleared his throat.

"Shit, I think I shouldn't have- it should've been Business First." He fumed, reciting their leader's oft-repeated mantra. "Ahh. The Boss is going to rake me over the coals..."

"Hey baby," Val pouted, "Don't be too hard on yourself. You did great in there, you got that stuck-up cunt to do what we what. And we made the other bitch sing." She leaned in to his chiseled chest and stroked his face. "The Boss just wants us to be careful. I mean, it's not like we fucked up some high-risk shit. We cool, and we in control, right?"

"Yeah... we cool." He nodded, nuzzling her cute bangs. "Okay, babe, you start working on the safes upstairs, I'll grab the other bitch and we'll start filling our bags." He declared, handing her Mrs. Sullivan's phone.

"You're not gonna-?"

"Fuck her? Oh no- uh, not yet anyway. I have an idea..." He whispered his thoughts into Val's ear, who giggled like a schoolgirl. "... but that's for later. Right now, I'm gonna make her hop to the stairs, make her sweat a bit."

"You're so fuckin' bad! I love it. Oh here, wait, take this-" Val smiled, reaching into her bag to pull out a second pink vibrator. "Switch out the crotch rope and make her hop with THIS."

"Awesome. I'll make sure it stays in." The pair shared a long kiss before he put on his mask again.

"You're pretty fuckin' awesome yourself, big boy. Let's take care of business and we'll REALLY have some fun with these bitches."

***

Camilla jumped at the soft chime of the incoming message. She immediately spun around on her office chair, unaware that her headphones cord had caught on the edge of the desk.

"Shit!" She exclaimed as the large, over-the-ear Shures jerked at her chestnut brown hair, yet somehow managed to stay on her head. Taking her phone, she scanned at the newest message she had been waiting for all night.

"All is good. 1 and 2 secured, moving to 3. Check out the pics. Luv, V"

Cammy sighed her relief at the concise report. It took probably fifteen minutes longer than optimal, but Ryan and Val were reporting they had secured the missus and housekeeper, and were now in search of the valuables in the house.

She figured they couldn't help but play games with the two hostages first, and she was right.

Her two young, capable partners had been clamouring for action for weeks now, ever since they successfully broke Escobar free from federal custody. That job was complex, risky and exhilarating all at the same time, and having their way with the four lovely police hostages along the way aided to set the bar very high for Val and Ryan.

Yes, since then, there had been a couple of discrete visits to their mole, Special Agent Jessica Koch of the ATF. But to keep a low profile, Cammy only allowed Ryan to join her on the second visit, with poor Val being the odd one out. Cammy smiled at the memory of Ryan's nude, awesome physique mashing into the half-naked, semi-reluctant federal agent in her own bed. She could still recall the distinct, high-pitch squeal from the gagged agent, the moment her glistening pussy was invaded by the length of his rock hard pole.

But that was weeks ago, and everyone felt an itch for some action. Val and Ryan slipped back to their on-again, off-again relationship, if primarily for the hot, steamy sex; so Cammy was left to be the third wheel. They avoided travelling out together, since the authorities were searching hard for the trio.

Cammy also had to nix their plans to visit Lieutenant Samantha Dawson, since the State Police, namely her Field Commander, had assigned round-the-clock protection for the hot policewoman, and the risks were just too high.

"Boss, we really need to DO something." That was Ryan's desperate plea ten days ago, and Cammy finally relented. Together, they pored over the ATF profile reports courtesy of Agent Koch, to identify their next suitable target. They came across Frank Jonathan Sullivan, Jr., who was flagged by the Bureau and the Internal Revenue Services as a possible "money washer". It was his constant travels and associations with a weapons-smuggling group that got the attention of the Feds.

While Mr. Sullivan was a small fish in the ATF/IRS report, the mention of "known to launder and transport large sums of cash" and pictures of his sexy wife in his file sealed the deal for the Cobra Crew.

Cammy swung back to the computer, noting the banal communications over the police frequency from her headphones, and logged on to their private, encrypted FTP site. She tapped her way into the newest folder, where she found the cache of JPEG files uploaded minutes ago. Despite her annoyance with the two lovebirds, she couldn't help but get turned on at the separate shots of their primary and secondary targets - naked, bound and blindfolded, both with an active vibrator stuffed in their cunts.

The brunette was going to reply when her phone chimed again. She expected another message from Val, probably the discovery of the money lode in the Sullivans'. Instead, her heart skipped a beat when she realized the message notification was coming from her OTHER cell phone. She grabbed it and immediately opened the new message.

"Code black. New dev in case. See 5th email. Leaving office now."

"Oh fuck this. Shit!!" Cammy let out minutes later, her mind absorbing the content of Agent Koch's work e-mail. She was going to need to verify this with her.

Could it be a trap? She supposed there was only one way to find out.

"Drive to King's Hill NOW. Contact in 20." She tapped her response and hit "Send". It didn't leave her too much time to prepare, but she was glad to see their pre-planning about to pay off. She changed quickly, putting on a low-cut emerald-green bra and panties set.

Given her choice of meeting place, she chose to dress for some attention yet remaining forgettable. Cammy threw on a sheer, low-cut, black top, waggled into a wine-red leather mini skirt, and went for the black knee-high boots. She did a quick twirl in front of the mirror, and nodded at the sight of her bare thighs.

"Still got it." She told herself, before putting on a short, black leather jacket. Cammy tossed her laptop and tablet into a backpack, and headed out the door.

From the garage of their rented house, Cammy selected three duffel bags, then dragged a heavy metal case up from the basement. She snapped open the latches to check on the cache of C4 plastics and weapons, and pulled out a M4A1 assault rifle.

"If there's ever a time to use these bad boys..." She stopped herself from playing out the what-ifs. Her military stint has taught her to train, plan, prepare, and react skillfully, and tonight was going to be no different. Once everything was loaded into the turbo-charged, silver Mercedes SUV, Cammy sped off into the night.

***

Valerie and Ryan stood at the side of the bed, both admiring and taking pictures of their two captives, whom they reunited. Mrs. Sullivan was still tied down to her bed as before, but they had pulled her and her bound arms closer to the head board. Her blindfold remained in place, and they did not bother with a gag. Despite her freedom to talk, Carolyn was unable to make out any words, not with her naked Croatian housekeeper crouched directly over her face.