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Pausing, Duncan held still, allowed Carmen time to adjust to the feel of his cock before slowly inching himself inwards until the rough curls of his pubic hairs chafed her ass cheeks. With infinite care, he began to move backwards, pulling  partway out as the hot water acted as a natural lubricant to ease the way back inside. After a few moments, the two men began to slowly torment her, one thrusting in while the other pulled out.

             
After a few moments, Carmen growled out, “Fuck me! I’m not going to break. I need both of you inside me.” She thrust back with her body, burying both of them deep, causing them to moan.  The sound sent vibrations through their fangs and into her skin, making her gasp at the sensation, raising goosebumps
along her back and arms.

             
Quickly, they found their rhythm , slamming in and out of her.  The force of their movement started the now pinkish colored water sloshing over the side to wet the tile flooring. Unable to do anything but relax and enjoy, she braced her hands against the rim of the tub.  Her skin felt too tight for what it was going through, even the lightest brush of hair against her skin and the harsh pain of the canines in her flesh took on such an erotic sensation. It became hard to think about anything else except the impact of flesh against flesh and the rough calluses on their hands caressing her nipples or pinching her clit, enhancing the pleasure.

             
Something primal had been unleashed within the three of them as they moved in a wild frenzy of lovemaking. With each powerful thrust, Carmen felt a bond form between the three of them, a tie which linked them heart and soul. The intense pleasure, multiplied by three, sending jolts of exquisite heat down to her toes. A powerful tremor built slowly until she could no longer control her voice as she screamed their names to the ceiling. Her body felt like it had suddenly exploded into millions of stars as an orgasm ripped through every nerve in her system.

             
When Carmen began coming, the two men thrust deep at the same time, and it was Duncan who released her shoulder and shouted hoarsely as his body convulsed and shook with pleasure. Sean followed mere seconds afterwards. The three of them soared to heaven on a wave of heated bliss only to fall back to earth in their own bodies.

              Carmen collapsed in a trembling, wet heap in between them and laughed shakily. “You know, I should be mad at the two of you.”

             
Sean’s face had returned to its normal proportions. “How so?”

             
She reached up to touch the bite marks on her neck and shoulder. “This is what you call making me break my promise to myself. I never combine business with pleasure.” She arched an eyebrow at him, then licked the blood off her fingers.

             
Duncan carefully disengaged himself before angling around so he could grin at her. “You know...” He licked at the wounds on her shoulder himself. “Some rules were made to be broken and, if you’ll recall, Isis did say we needed to do something to solidify this before tackling Bast.”

             
“If there’s only one lesson to learn here is never, ever, argue with a goddess when she’s willing to suggest things.” Sean arched an eyebrow and nipped her nipple.

             
In the other room, Carmen’s cell phone began to ring.

Chapter Nine

             
Carmen stood in the small security room off the main lobby, feeling like a time bomb ready to explode. She had taken the time to put on a black T shirt underneath a black leather vest, black jeans and boots.  The shirt covered most of the love bites on her shoulders but she found a dark red bandanna to tie off like a loose form of a choker to covered the ones on her neck. Nothing constricting, just enough to hide the blood and the marks themselves. They both hurt, but the fury she was experiencing made everything else seem like a minor inconvenience in comparison.

 
              On the table in front of her lay two items. A small, blood red, acrylic box and a DVD disk. Both had blood spatters on them. A cold dread began to form in the pit of her stomach as those two items, addressed to her and sent by private courier, sat like sinister red bombs on the pristine white table. She glanced at her team. “It’s been scanned?”

             
“X-rayed, thermo scanned, and we even brought in a bomb sniffing dog. Nothing.”  Logan said.

             
Carmen nodded and
pointed at the DVD. “Play it.”

             
With her people around her, Carmen turned her attention to the screen as he inserted the disk
and pressed play. She knew it would be bad, but some inner voice told her to steel herself.  She was wrong. It wasn’t bad, it was worse.

             
The screen resolved itself into what appeared to be a flow of blood running down a pile of sand. Then the view zoomed outwards to reveal the shredded back of a man. Someone who had been whipped so much the flesh hung in strips down around the waist. The granules had been salt someone had rubbed into the wounds. Whoever was holding the camera moved around the victim so he stood in front of the man.

             
A studded leather hand entered from off to one side and gripped the hair, yanking it upwards to reveal the identity of the victim to the harsh lights. Despite the fact he’d been savagely beaten
,
and his body bore numerous marks of whips, knives, and brands, there could be no mistaking those defiant eyes. Those eyes, so like her own when she looked at herself in the mirror. “Dad.” She moaned.

             
“You should recognize this pig by now, bitch.”
Prince Ahmed’s voice lashed out through the speakers. “This time, you play by my rules in my world.
You have upset the Princess and defied her orders. For those offenses alone, you must be punished.” 

             
A squeak of tormented wood pulled her from the horror on the screen. Looking down, Carmen saw she had dug her hands into the heavy oak chair hard enough to leave gouges in the dark finish.               

Duncan and Sean stepped forward to try and comfort her, but she shook her head, “Leave me alone for this one guys. I need to see this without any comfort. Just make sure to keep me away from the tech stuff on the other side of the room.”

              They nodded and she turned her attention back to the screen. The sinister voice would be something to haunt her dreams for the rest of her life.

             
“Do you still have my collar, pet? If you want to see him alive, and intact for the most part, you will come to see me in person. Just you, not your team or your pets. You.  And just so you understand what will happen if you refuse to show up in a week’s time.
The camera focused on her father’s left hand. The ring he wore was distinctive and glittered in the lights. Suddenly, a pair of bolt cutters snipped off  his finger down by the knuckle. For her sake, there wasn’t any screaming, just a grunt and several snarled curses. 

             
The camera backed off until it was once again a full view of her father. Only then did she realize he was naked. “Watch and get a taste of what will happen if you disobey me.”

             
What happened for the next fifteen minutes almost had her throwing up. She knew sleeping would not be an option for a very long time. Closing her eyes, she blocked out the sight of the strap on dildo, the cat of nine tails with hooks attached, and the restraints which forced him to remain on his knees with his chin on a cold iron bar. Her father never uttered another word while the abuse happened. His eyes stared at the camera with pure hatred which only changed once. Focusing on the camera, he smiled and mouthed the words,
It’s a trap, don’t come after me.

             
Suddenly, the camera swung around, and focused on Ahmed’s face. “You have a week to find me, little slut. If you do not come to me, I will send this man back to you a piece at a time. I assure you, I have many talented people who will keep him occupied until you arrive. Tah Tah.”

             
The screen went blank as the DVD ended. Carmen felt like the cold flame of rage ice through her veins.  Her vision telescoped, then returned to normal. Gritting her teeth, she growled out one sentence, “Louis, scan check the disk and confirm it’s real with no tampering.  Then I want everyone to get the fuck out.”

             
Beside her, Sean stiffened as if to say something, but kept his mouth shut when she turned her gaze up to his. Her eyes must have let him know just how on edge she had become because he backed off, eyes wide. Only Duncan remained close. As was his habit, he knelt beside her, then leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Trust me when I tell you to look at the floor and do not let anyone else see your eyes.  We’ll answer your questions later, but for now, you need time alone.  Let me just tell you your  eyes are suddenly slitted kitty cat eyes. The rest can be saved for later.”

             
Carmen nodded and barely heard Louis confirm the disk was real. A moment later, the door clicked shut behind her. Only then did she reach out and take the small red box in her trembling hands.  Knowing what it was, and how it got there, didn’t make it any better.  Taking a deep breath, she opened the lid.  A tortured moan escaped her lips as she lifted the finger out of the nest of shredded newspaper. As replay of what her father had had to endure ripped through her mind, the blow almost drove her to her knees with the emotional torment. After a few moments, she examined the ring attached. Never, in her life, had Carmen seen him remove the ring... ever.

 
              A combination of gold and silver, it was a heavy ring held a deadly little secret all its own. A tweak and twist in a certain direction on the raised Celtic knot work carving revealed a hidden compartment. Anyone who tried to get the ring open by any other means would find themselves very dead from a spring loaded, cyanide filled, needle no bigger than a human hair. Inside the lid, a tiny picture of her and her dad sat. So small a person needed a magnifying glass to identify the people in it.  But she knew what it was. 
The day I turned thirteen and we went to the zoo together. Mom had a fit. 
The memory
brought a brief smile to her face.

             
The main compartment held two things. One was a cyanide capsule. Another thing she’d known about only her dad didn’t know she found it the one time he had taken it off. The other thing was something of a surprise.  She knew enough about electronic tracking bugs to recognize what she was looking at. Nodding to herself, she closed the ring and removed it from the severed finger. As she did so, something caught her eye about the carved surface of the lid.  A slow inspection revealed a tiny pinhole.              Staring at it brought a savage smile to her face.  Her cell phone was in her hand and dialed before she even knew what she’d done. Only when Daria’s voice reached her ears, did she come to her senses.

             
“Tarrington Security Agency, how may we help you today?”

              Daria’s words washed over her and gave her a sense of calmness. The rage receded into the far corner of her mind, allowing her to think clearly. “Daria, thank the gods.”

             
“Carmen? Jesus, girl. What in hell is going on with you?” Concern colored Daria’s voice

             
“What do you mean?”

             
“I’ve got government people crawling all over my office and my people.  I’ve got a couple who have been asking about your whereabouts, and I’m up to my eyeballs in the work for my other teams.”

             
Carmen glanced at the ring’s surface which glinted in the soft light and grinned. “I can take care of the government people, Daria. I have a feeling I know what they want.  Better yet, they’ve probably got your phone tapped and are listening in to what we’re saying right now. I hope for their sakes they’re not listening to anything confidential because I’d be very upset.”

             
“Oh, I think they are, but they’re kind of cute. I wouldn’t mind taking one or two of them out for drinks and dinner, then ripping their clothes off for a night of wild passion.”

             
Carmen busted out laughing. “I just bet you would. You have a thing for men with big…guns.” she teased. “Just don’t scare the poor dears with your talk of whipped cream and cherries. They might get the wrong idea.”

             
“
Carmen!
” The outraged tone made Carmen smile, “That was supposed to be a secret!” A dramatic sigh, “Now I’ll have to devise other ways to trap and molest these guys.”

             
“Listen, let the them know
The Rogue
is doing performances all week over here in Vegas. If they want me, someone will point them in the right direction.”

             
“Right. What else can I do for you?”

             
“Hmmmmm.  Do you remember the recipe for shake-n-bake I sent you? The one with the instructions on how to properly cook the tail?” Carmen knew Daria well enough she could actually say Shake and have it mean Sheik.

             
A pause, “Hmmm... The Arabian chicken recipe with the princely garnishes which gives off an unusual taste?”

             
Good, she understood.
“As I and my team will be spending the week here with
The Rogue
, perhaps we should extend an invite? I already have the princely garnishes here, perhaps you could go out of your way to get the shake-n-bake delivered?  I’ll make sure front row seats are in the bribe. Perhaps this Friday? The nine o‘clock showing?”

             
The sound of tap tapping on a keyboard reached Carmen’s ears. “You want me to use the extra crispy recipe?” Meaning the blackmail info.

             
“No, just do the recipe just like I sent it to you. Just don’t use too much spice, I don’t want you to get burned in the process.”  Carmen glanced at the time, “Look, I’ve got to get back to work. Remind me to tell you how sexy
The Rogue’s
best friend is. Tight ass, washboard abs and he looks absolutely gorgeous in a thong. Oh, and I won’t even mention the tattoos.  Yummy.”

             
The sound of barely suppressed laughter reached Carmen’s ears as Daria worked to control her amusement. “You are so bad, Cameron Marshall. It’s one of the reasons I hired you.”

             
“Yeah right. When this is over, is there anything you want?”

             
“Hmmm. How about one of
The Rogue’s
masks, autographed.” Daria sighed, “I’d have clients green with envy with one of those on my wall.”

             
“I’ll see what I can do. You be careful back there and I’ll see you when this is over.” 

             
Carmen hung up the phone, feeling a bit better. Daria’s voice had taken some of the rage away
and allowed her to think a bit more sensibly. Carefully, she placed the severed finger back in the box
and picked up the ring. Without a second thought, she slipped it onto her left ring finger and mentally counted to four.  She’d reached three when someone hammered on the door hard enough to rattle the hinges.

             
“Carmen! Open the fucking door or I’m going to break it down!” Gus’s voice thundered like an injured water buffalo. The power of his voice alone rattled some of the electronic equipment in the room.

             
Damned moron, doesn’t bother to try the handle first.
“Gus, take a deep breath and follow my instructions to the letter, do you hear me?”

             
“Yeah. What do you want me to do?”

             
“This is too easy.” Carmen muttered.  Then, louder, “Take your right hand, place it firmly on the doorknob, and twist the doorknob a quarter turn counter-clockwise.”

             
There was a soft click and the door slowly swung inwards, letting in the snickers and chuckles of the people behind Gus. With a muffled curse, he walked through the door. “You gonna let the rest of us in on what happened? Or do we play twenty questions while your dad is somewhere we can’t find?”

             
Duncan moved into the room and handed her a pair of tinted glasses, dark enough to hide the eyes, but light enough to not arouse suspicions from normal humans. With a nod of thanks, she turned to the fuming man in front of her.