The Devil's Pact - S01 E214

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E214

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 214

Mary and I raced back to Tacoma in my Mustang, following 15 and 16, the sirens and lights going on their patrol car. Noel was in trouble and we had to rescue her. What good did it do to have a spy in the FBI if she gets arrested.

The FBI field office, really a satellite office, was located in the basement of the Federal Courthouse, a gorgeous brick structure with a copper dome on Pacific Avenue in downtown Tacoma. It used to be Union Station, the main train station of Tacoma back in the heyday of train travel. But it fell into decline and Amtrak built a new station on Puyallup Avenue and the Federal Government leased the train station and turned it into the Courthouse.

"Take me to where Noel is being held," I barked at a junior FBI agent who led us back through the cramped, musty basement to a hallway and a series of doors labeled, "Interrogation."

I threw open the door and found Noel, looking tired and haggard, sitting before a metal table while a woman in a burnt-orange pantsuit was badgering her with questions. The woman turned, her prune-face pinched in a frown as she eyed us. Then her eyes widened. "How the fuck did you get in here, Mr. Glassner?" she asked, rising to her feet, her hand straying to her gun.

"Don't touch your gun," I ordered. "Who are you and why have you detained Agent Heinrich?"

"I am Special Agent Hatheway, OPR" she answered, "and Agent

Heinrich is being investigated for corruption and obstruction of justice."

Two more men walked into the room a tall, skinny guy in his early forties and a short, round man, badly balding with only a ring of gray hair left. He looked like a short, fat Captain Picard. "What is the meaning of this!" the short, round man barked. "Why is he in here!"

"Calm down," I ordered. "Who are you two."

"I am SAC Kemp and this is my ASAC, Agent Donavan," the short man answered.

I frowned at the acronym and looked at Noel. "SAC is Special- Agent-in-Charge," Noel answered. "He runs the Tacoma branch and Donavan is his second."

"Good, that makes this easy," I said. "Noel is a model agent and hasn't done anything wrong. Nor have I, so stop investigating me. Nothing Mary or I do is illegal, after all."

The SAC blinked, his mind processing the commands, his anger fading away. "What are we supposed to do with all this evidence? Or the banks you...you..." he struggled to find the right word, "...borrowed money from today!" SAC Kemp demanded. "It looks bad for you, Mark. I know your innocent, but the boys back in D.C. just doesn't understand. They think you're a criminal and have my balls in a vice? What am I supposed to tell them?"

I smiled. "All right, tell them I'm part of some organized crime and that Noel is deep undercover and you just need time to build your case."

Kemp frowned, glanced at Donavan, who nodded. "Yeah, I guess we could do that. OC cases can take years to build," Donavan pointed out

"How do we explain Noers...um...sexual favors?" the SAC asked, delicately.

I sat down, and unzipped my pants. "She's just very dedicated to maintaining her cover, willing to do anything." pulled out my cock. "Come show them just how dedicated you are, Agent Heinrich."

Noel smiled, standing up. She lifted up her gray miniskirt and pulled off a pair of frilly, black panties, exposing her shaved pussy and landing strip of blonde hair. The FBI Agents were all gaping and Mary gave them a few reassuring orders as she sat on the table next to me.

"I'm a very dedicated FBI Agent," Noel purred as she straddled me, sinking her cunt down onto my dick. She was wet and tight and moaned like the slut she was as she impaled herself on my cock. "I'm willing to do any nasty, degrading things I have to! Anything to maintain my cover!"

"See, she's going to do what it takes stay undercover and take down the bad, evil Mike Glassner," I moaned as Noel began riding up and down on my cock. "Fuck, she's quite good at this! She deserves a medal or three for her sacrifices she's making for the Bureau."

"Yeah, sacrifices," a flushed SAC Kemp muttered as he watched Noel fuck me.

Mary eyed the three FBI agents and sighed. "16, get in here."

16, whom we left in the hallway, walked in. She had a predatory face and hungry lips, framed by curly brown hair. The bodyguard slut knelt on the floor and pushed up Mary's blue skirt and started hungrily eating out my fiancee's cunt.

"Umm, that's a good slut," Mary moaned, her eyelids fluttering. She glanced at the bulge forming in Kemp's pants. "It's okay, you can fuck her. 16'll love it, won't you, slut?"

"I'd love a dick up my cunt!" purred 16, flashing Kemp a hungry smile before Mary shoved her face back into her cunt.

Kemp dropped his brown slacks and fell to his knees, pushing up 16's short, slutty cop skirt, exposing her white ass and bushy brown cunt. He plunged in, fucking 16 hard. 16 moaned into Mary's cunt and a wicked smile played on Mary's lips as she glanced at Donavan. The tall man was rubbing at his crotch as he watched the orgy that broke out in the interrogation room.

"We don't want to leave out the ASAC," Mary cooed. "How about you fuck Agent Prune-Face. She looks like she hasn't had a dick up her cunt in years."

ASAC Donavan bent Agent Prune-Face over the table and pulled down her burnt-orange pants and white panties. He fished his cock out of his blue pants and started fucking the woman hard. I didn't blame him for fucking her face down, I wouldn't want to look at the face while fucking her either.