The Princess Bitch

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"If I can help I will."

"You can start be telling us exactly what happened on Sunday."

"I had been invited to go sailing with Miranda, her father set it up, sort of family bonding exercise. We were supposed to have these business associates of his along for the ride but, the strange thing was that they weren't at the marina when we set sail. We went up the coast for about twenty miles, pulled into a sheltered cove and dropped anchor. After about five minutes this inflatable set out from shore and headed straight for us, there were four men on board. When it got to us three climbed aboard and the other took the dinghy back to shore."

"We headed out to sea and when we were out of sight of land the crew lowered the sails and we drifted. Miranda and I stayed on deck, she had this tiny bikini on and was sunbathing on the fore-deck. I stretched out beside her and dropped off to sleep, I'd had a strenuous night if you recall." He looked at me, something that my father picked up on. "The next thing that I knew was that we were being called into the salon for lunch."

"Were you introduced to these men?" My father asked.

"Yes I was, but I wouldn't guarantee that the names I was given were their real names. The meal was designed to impress and there was a lot of wine drunk, I had a little, not enough to get drunk but the others were getting into it, including Miranda. She was flirting openly with the other men as if they were old friends, and probably were. I have to admit to differing emotions at that time, on the one hand there was a twinge of jealousy, while on the other hand it didn't bother me, what she was doing to them was what I've been used to since we were kids."

"Because all of this seemed odd I grabbed the glasses that they had used and secreted them in my sports bag." He passed the glasses over to my father. "I reasoned that, if they were up to no good, these might help to identify them."

Father carefully placed them in an evidence bag that he just happened to have with him. "I'll get these to the lab in the morning and see what pops up."

"There's something that has been bothering me for some time. I've been shown the ropes at the bank, probably in anticipation of me eventually taking over, and something isn't right about its operations. If it wasn't for regular cash injections from a Cayman Island bank, the Housman bank would be insolvent."

"Are you sure of this?"

"Yes. I've run the balance sheets backwards, forwards and sideways and, when I factored out these funds, the bank was making substantial losses every month."

"Can you get us a copy of those figures?"

"Yes. There's one other thing, Housman seems to be very pally with a couple of God-botherers, and given his views on religion I find this unusual."

"Do the churches that they lead have accounts with the bank?"

"Yes, There are several, the cash account that's used for the day to day administration, a building account used as a tax dodge."

"What do you mean by that?"

"The monies that go into that account is much more than is spent on building development and maintenance given that much of the work is carried out by volunteers. My guess is that they factor the value of the volunteers' contribution and transfer that amount from the general account. They also have regular 'miracle offerings' where money is donated to the building account. This is used by their followers to gain tax benefits as charitable donations. The accountant at the bank mentioned other funds that didn't go through the books. He was involved in setting up regular meetings between the Senior Pastors and Housman at his home every Monday night where money is handed over to be placed in a special 'Retirement Fund' in a Cayman Island bank. The only record of these transactions is held by Housman in his safe at his home. If this can be proven you would probably be able to charge them with fraud."

"You've been giving this a lot of thought, haven't you?"

"You could say that. Ever since Saturday night with Julie and Sunday with the Housmans and their dubious friends I have come to not like them very much and, what I would like to see most in this world is for them to be brought down. Anything that I can do to help that process I'll do." He looked at me. "I have another reason for helping." It was obvious from his expression that he wanted to see more of me, much more, and I wasn't going to do anything to prevent that.

"Do you know what sort of business Housman has with his guests of the other day?"

"I'm not sure but could hazard a guess. I did overhear the mention of a shipment due soon and the need for money to be sent to pay for it. From this I came to the conclusion that drugs could be involved and, because of his Cayman connection money was to be moved off-shore and this has me worried."

"Why?"

"My father goes to the Caribbean on a regular basis because of his sugar interests and each time he goes he is given a case of business papers to be delivered for the bank. It doesn't take much imagination to reach the conclusion that this is a transfer of currency for his friends and the Pastors."

"A money laundering scheme you think?"

"That would explain the transfer of money from the Caymans into the bank's accounts, he ships the money out, and it goes into his account and is disbursed as required as clean money."

"It sound feasible but proving it is another thing. When is your father scheduled to travel again?"

"Next Wednesday. The flight will leave around noon."

"The money has to be delivered prior to that."

"It doesn't go through the bank so it could be delivered to his house like the Retirement Fund for the church leaders."

"Okay, you've done enough for now, leave the rest up to us." He got up and left, as he got to the door he paused to see if Trent was following. Trent stayed put, so with a shrug, father left us.

"This is going to get messy, isn't it?"

"Yes. Are you seeing Miranda on Saturday night?"

"That's the plan, yes. I don't want to go, you know that don't you?"

"I thought as much, and I don't want you to go, but you'll have to because if you don't they might think that you suspect something and harm you in some way. I don't want that to happen to you."

"Does that mean that you feel the same way about me as I do about you?" He had moved over to the sofa and was seated next to me.

"It's early days but I do feel something for you and don't want to see you hurt, especially by the princess bitch." I would have said more but his mouth covered mine and a hand cupped one of my breasts. "Hey, it's very late, I need my beauty sleep."

"I'm cutting class tomorrow, I mean today, why don't you join me?"

"Won't she be worried if she doesn't see you?"

"I doubt it, I don't see her every day and we don't have any classes together. What do you say?" What could I say? I stood up and led him to my bedroom and my bed. We didn't venture out of my apartment all day and what little time we didn't spend making love was occupied discussing our likes and dislikes, what we liked to do and what we avoided doing. I was surprised at how similar we were and the only down side was that I was a couple of years older than him, but that didn't bother him.

That night father called with news. A federal court judge had issued a search warrant on Housman's house and the bank, although they were holding off on these for the moment except that the hard drives of his computer were copied for later analysis, he had also sanctioned electronic surveillance of the house, so it was wired for sound and vision. The house next to Housman's was vacant so had been leased for a short term and a command post was established. It was now a case of wait and see.

Trent and I spent what was left of Saturday night and most of Sunday together. He left late on Sunday afternoon because he had a paper due on Tuesday that he had barely started so Monday was spent catching up on the latest on the investigation. Monday night I was in the house next to Housman's helping to monitor the surveillance equipment. At eight o'clock the first of three cars arrived and a man I took to be one of the Pastors got out and entered the house. The facial recognition program confirmed his identity, as it did with the other two guests. Each of them handed Housman an attaché case which he took and placed the contents in a large safe in his study.

While he was out of the room Miranda was dispensing drinks and finger food, the perfect hostess. She was wearing a dark blue wrap dress that highlighted her young beauty. It was conservative while at the same time provocative, every step that she took revealed a slender thigh and every time she bent over to offer food an almost indecent amount of breast was visible. None of the men made any attempt to avert his eyes.

Housman came back into the room and poured himself a liberal scotch before sitting in a leather chair opposite the sofa on which they sat. Miranda perched on the arm of the sofa, her arm resting behind the man closest to her. As Housman spoke she moved her leg so that she was straddling the arm of the sofa, the dress parting all the way to the top of her thigh.

"Would you turn up the volume?" The tech increased the volume, the conversation was now loud and clear.

"Gentlemen, I can tell you that the value of your retirement fund is six hundred thousand dollars, each. By this time next year it will be one million dollars, and with interest will be one million, one hundred thousand dollars, tax free of course."

"Holy crap! Have a look at what she's doing." The man monitoring the camera in that room said and we all stood behind him watching it all unfold. The Pastor rested his hand on her thigh and almost imperceptibly it moved up her leg until it reached the top. "Christ she's not wearing panties." The hand disappeared from sight between her legs as she half turned towards him.

"If you untie the bow you'll find it easier." She pointed to the bow. He untied it and her dress opened allowing him access to her breasts and her hand rested on his thigh covering his cock. One of the other Pastors stood beside the sofa and she turned her attention to him opening his flies. "My he's excited isn't he?" Taking his cock in her hand she began to suck it. "He tastes good too."

"Jesus, I bet that their congregations don't know what is happening here."

"And I bet that there is a camera strategically placed to capture the action." Father said.

"Why?" I was curious.

"For future use if it becomes necessary."

"You mean blackmail?"

"You bet. If there is a breakdown in the current situation they'd hardly be able to cry foul in case Housman goes public with the videos."

"What kind of people are we dealing with here?" I was thinking about Trent and his involvement with the Housman's and how they would stoop this low to get what they wanted.

"Oh Jesus this is getting worse."

My attention went back to the screen as a now naked Miranda straddled the Pastor on the sofa and lowered herself onto his erect cock. Having settled herself in position she pointed to her ass-hole. "There's another hole here that's vacant and needing attention." He obliged her and when they were both in position she began to move back and forth on both of them. "God that feels good," she looked at the man underneath, "Suck my titties." The third Pastor decided to become part of the action and presented his cock to her mouth, she was now pleasuring all three. Her father looked on, his hand stroking his cock as his daughter, the pure innocent princess who was saving herself for her future husband, indulged in carnal debauchery with three 'men of God'

"Fuck me, fuck me, fill me with your cum, I want all my holes filled with cum." With a grunt the one on top pushed hard into her, filling her with his cum followed soon after by the one in her pussy. The last one obviously came into her mouth because when he withdrew she opened her mouth and gargled the contents before swallowing. She dismounted from the first man and sat on the edge of the sofa with her legs wide apart to allow clear sight of the cum oozing from both holes before scooping it up on her fingers and transferring it to her mouth.

"The little slut, here she is telling everyone that she is saving herself for her wedding night and she's fucking those guys like a porn star."

"She's better than any porn star I've ever seen." The tech monitoring the video screen said. "Purely in the name of science of course." He added by way of explanation.

"Can you print off stills from what you've recorded?"

"What do you plan to do with them?" Father was standing next to me with a concerned look on his face.

"I plan a little revenge on the princess bitch for what she has put Trent through."

"I hope you're not letting your personal life get in the way of this investigation?"

"Don't worry, I won't use this until after we have wrapped this up. I just want to see the look on her face when I confront her with it."

"Christ, now I've seen everything."

We thought the show was over after the Pastors had left but a new show was just beginning. Miranda walked naked into her father's bedroom and pulled the sheet from his naked body. "How did I go Daddy? Do you think they liked it?"

"They loved it, I got the feeling that they wanted more."

"They're like kids in the candy shop, they can't get enough of it." She straddled him, offering her pussy to his tongue so that he could lick the remnants of cum from it. When he had finished she lowered herself onto his cock and he fucked her until his hips jerked upwards as he filled her pussy with his cum. She dismounted and snuggled up beside him, stroking his deflating cock. "We make a good team, don't we Daddy?"

"The best Honey, the best." He reached for the bedside light and the room was plunged into darkness.

Tuesday night was different. The meeting between Housman and his yachting friends had a different tone to it. The previous night's tone was that the Housmans were definitely in control, while for this meeting both of them were subservient to the guests and Miranda was dressed differently for the occasion, she was wearing a skimpy version of a schoolgirl outfit, her plaid skirt barely covered the fact that she wore no panties, while the blouse was open to below her breasts. Whenever she moved in front of one of the men he would reach between her legs and stroke her pussy.

One of the men stood up. "On your knees bitch." She was pushed to her knees and one of them grabbed her by the hair and forced his cock into her mouth, he thrust his hips forward at the same time as he pulled her head to him, forcing his cock deep into her throat. After several thrusts he held her to him, her lips touching his balls, until her face had turned red before releasing her, gasping for air and still attached to his cock by a string of spit. He did this at least six times before pulling from her and jerking off over her face. She took his cock back into her mouth and licked it clean. She wiped cum from her eyelids and cheeks before licking her fingers clean. Despite the ferocity of this encounter she seemed to enjoy it.

The next sex act was equally brutal. She was pushed back to the floor, this time on her hands and knees, and the man shoved his cock into her pussy and, holding her hips he pulled her to him, thrusting it deep inside her. "That's it give it to me, I want every inch of your cock in me." He then rolled onto his back taking her with him and the third man straddled him and pushed his cock into her pussy alongside the first. "Come on I can take all of it, fuck me with your cocks, I want to feel both of you inside my tight little pussy." She now had two bigger than average sized cocks inside her. This went on for about ten minutes before she cried "I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Come on, fill my pussy with your cum, I want both of you to fill my pussy, oh God!" Pushing herself down onto the twin pistons she squirted, her juices forming a damp patch on the expensive looking rug. First the man on the bottom and then the one on top pushed deeper inside her and emptied himself inside her. After they had got to their feet Miranda remained on the rug with her legs apart as cum oozed from her stretched pussy, the look on her face one of total pleasure.

What happened after the men had left was almost beyond description. Miranda and her father made love again only this time she was the dominatrix. "Get down on your hands and knees and grovel! You've been a bad boy haven't you?"

"Yes Mistress, I've been a very bad boy and I deserve to be punished." She responded by whipping him across the buttocks with a leather belt.

"Now you're going to find out what it's like to be fucked up the ass." She put on a strap-on dildo and mounted him, pushing the artificial cock deep inside his ass until he came, squirting his cum over the floor. She dismounted and forced his face to the floor. "Now you filthy little man, you are going to have to lick this floor clean."

"I thought that what they did last night was bad enough but this was beyond comprehension. There's depravity and depravity and what we have seen here tonight was the most deprave thing that I have ever seen. These two are sick."

When I got back to my apartment I found Trent waiting outside my door, if this keeps up I'll have to give him a key. "I'm glad I found you, I think something is about to happen."

"What do you mean?"

"I heard Miranda talking to one of her friends and after she told her that she was worried that I didn't try as usual to get into her panties and that I might be looking elsewhere, she mentioned that her father was going to Switzerland for a skiing holiday and that she would be joining him on the weekend. I know my father is due to go on one of his trips and he usually carries stuff for Housman but this time he has been told not to worry about picking the packages up from the bank, that they'd already be loaded on the plane at the hangar."

"It sounds like the Housmans, father and daughter, are planning a new life elsewhere." I picked up the phone and dialed my father. "Hi, Trent has just told me something that makes me believe that Housman plans to fly to the Caymans tomorrow and then on to Switzerland. Have your experts managed to hack into his hard drive, because if they have they should be able to access his bank accounts. I wouldn't mind betting that he's been shifting funds out of his accounts into a numbered Swiss bank account, and the money that he's been given over the past two days will be lodged into the Cayman account and then transferred to the Swiss bank."

"You have a very devious mind young lady, but it sounds like a good plan. Leave it with me, and get some sleep, do you hear me?"

"Sure Dad, I will." Trent left an hour later and I didn't tell him what I had witnessed happening with Miranda. It wasn't because I was a coward but because I didn't want to put him into a position of knowing what a total bitch she was, although I think he's thinking along those lines already.

Wednesday was full of drama. We arrived en mass at the private terminal at the airport just as the Housman Mercedes arrived. J Michael and Miranda got out and the driver helped them unload several items of luggage and load them into the cargo hold of the leased plane. Trent and his father arrived in their less ostentatious vehicle, Trent driving. His father lifted a medium sized case from the trunk, said good-bye to Trent and headed for the plane. Miranda started to walk towards Trent but was still some thirty yards from him when the first wave of agents swooped.

"Mister Housman, I'm Special Agent Pettigrew of the FBI and I have a warrant for your arrest."

"This is preposterous. What trumped up charge are you using for this?"