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Havana Hell (11)
Interrogation Room A, Dirección de Inteligencia HQ, Plaza de la Revolución, Havana, Cuba
“Co-operate? With you?” Jason made his tone as vague as possible. On the one hand having the DI onside would give Barb and himself a different level of protection and support whilst they were in Havana, but this was Cuba and this bastard, especially knowing what he was capable of, could already be in CAAL’s pocket.
“Still playing dumb are we Mister Thompson?”
Jase sighed, “I’m on vacation with my wife Major, it’s as simple as that.”
Major Martinez laughed and kicked his own chair away in frustration. “So why then, Mister Thompson, did you both enter Restaurant 1958 separately and then you exit, leaving her alone in the company of two men?”
Fuck!
What could he say? There was only one thing for it. Making his eyes downcast, Jason spoke quietly. “Do I really have to say?”
“Yes, Mister Thompson you do.” The Major was clearly very irritated.
“It gets us off.”
“What?”
“Sexually … I like to see my wife with other men.”
“You what?”
“It’s called cuckolding and yes, Major, it really is a thing, Why do you think I became erect so quickly when I could see her naked and chained to the wall?”
Martinez laughed. “Do you mean to tell me that you, Mister Thompson, get a hard on when you see that stunning wife of yours being used by other guys?”
Trying his best to look ashamed, Jason replied, “Y … yes, I can’t help it.”
The Major moved back to the table and leaned into it. “You’re lying to me Thompson and I know you are. My men will be down your throat, in your pockets and up your ass … so be careful what you do from now on.”
Jason nodded in the most submissive manner he could muster.
“Let this snowflake go …” The Major announced through gritted teeth.
Las Mansiones de Miramar, Miramar District, Havana Cuba
“Rosa,” Potter said. “Order the whore to take off her clothes.” Potter and his entourage had returned to the CAAL mansion shortly after Barb and her accompanying goons.
Oh, shit. Barb gazed into Rosa’s eyes. The undercover Agent looked concerned. Was she scared? As scared as Barb herself was?
Potter suddenly slammed a knife into the oak table that dominated the centre of the room, causing both Rosa and Barb to jump. He released the handle, letting it quiver, its blade sunk an inch into the polished wood below it, a grim reminder of the threat he posed to both of them.
“Order her,” he repeated.
Reluctantly, Rosa finally said “Barb, please remove your clothes.” She really didn’t have a choice at that point and Barb knew as much. Agent Moore could see where things were headed. Knowing what she did about Potter, she knew what he probably had planned. He was going to fuck her, and he was going to make everyone watch as he did so. And when he was done, he’d probably hand her over as a plaything for his men. She could only pray that her instincts about Rosa were right, and that she would be able to find a way to intervene or somehow get Jase into the house.
Barb slowly, reluctantly, got to her feet, trying her best not to tremble under Potter’s ruthless gaze. For the second time this evening she reached up and slid the straps from her shoulders, then pulled the dress down, letting it glide from her body to the floor. Barb covered her bare breasts with her arms, wanting to delay Potter’s disgusting touch for as long as possible. She stood there, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than she could ever remember. Potter’s lewd glare washed over the unprotected Agent as he slowly looked her up and down, capturing her body for his mind’s eye.
“I must say,” he muttered. “You’ve done a good job picking this one, guys. Her body is almost as flawless as Rosa’s”
“I’m glad you approve, boss” Frankie said, feeling pleased with himself.
“Rosa, have her show me her breasts,” he said.
Now Barb really was worried. Because Potter was not issuing the commands himself, did that mean he was already onto them both or was it just his way of humiliating Rosa. She silently prayed that it was the latter.
“Barb,” Rosa said, forcing herself to say the words. “Please lower your arms and show us your breasts.”
Barb did as she was asked, but fuck, it was tough. She stood there, feeling awkward and defenceless, trying her best not to fidget with her hands at her sides, her skin crawling as Potter scrutinised her exposed breasts. It was as though he was studying them, his gaze hungry, like he wanted to gnaw away at the hardened nubs and pebbled areole. Agent Moore could feel goose pimples all over her skin, and her heart pounded, waiting to see what he, or Rosa, would order her to do next.
“Have her bend over the table,” Potter said.
Barb sucked in a long breath of air through her teeth. There was only one reason why he’d want her to do that. She looked at Rosa, begging with her eyes for her to put a stop to this before it started. But the undercover Agent wasn’t looking at her colleague anymore, Rosa’s gaze was aimed towards the table. It was like she knew what was coming, and she did not want to be here when it happened.
“Barb, bend over,” she said softly, then added, “… the table.”
“Rosa…” Barb pleaded, unable to avoid sounding too familiar when she said the CIA Agent’s name.
“Do as she asks,” Potter ordered, his tone of voice sounding assertive and aggressive.
With a sigh, her teeth chewing provocatively at her bottom lip, Barb did as was commanded, bending over and laying across the wooden table, the edge cutting into her exposed stomach. The surface felt rough when she made contact with it, though that may have just been her skin being pulled so tight from fear and revulsion that anything it encountered felt like sandpaper.
Potter moved towards the place where Barb had prostrated herself and pulled the knife from the wood just a few inches from her head. Agent Moore tried to stop herself from trembling, keeping her head turned sideways, her gaze focused on Rosa, hoping … praying that she’d think of something to stop this. But then her attention was distracted back to where Potter stood as she watched him finger the knife gingerly, as though it were a certain part of his anatomy.
“Tell me, my dear,” he said. “Have you ever allowed yourself to be fucked in the ass?”
Despite Barb knowing full well what this bastard’s intentions were, a confirmed repeat of her treatment in the detention cell was still a blow to her.
“Anal sex… it’s such a demeaning act,” Potter continued, fondling the sharp blade in his hands. “It’s dirty. Unnatural, especially for women. A woman’s ass should be reserved for her lover, her partner as a sign of love and devotion, not used as a whore’s tool. To be violated in such a way is the ultimate humiliation for a woman, don’t you think so, whore.”
Barb closed her eyes in an attempt to hold the tears back.
Potter moved behind the powerless Agent, who is turn couldn’t help but notice that the knife was still in his hand, and she whimpered when she felt the flat of its blade touch one of her ass cheeks, its' cold steel sliding across the uncovered skin.
“Will it humiliate you Barb, or are you already such a filthy, dirty little cunt that one more cock in your ass will make no difference.” Potter asked, as his blade slid under her panties. With a violent jerk, he pulled the knife back, cutting the skimpy fabric away.
“No, please …” Barb cried out, she couldn’t help herself, frightened at the sudden act. She felt him peel the remnants of her thong away from her body, tossing it aside like a piece of trash. Then, he stabbed the knife back into the table, right by her face, and she flinched.
“Rosa,” he said. “Have the whore begged to be fucked in the ass.”
Rosa was quiet, her head turned away, her eyes shut.
“Rosa,” Potter said, more forcefully.
“Barb ...” Rosa said, her voice cracking as she said her co-Agent’s name. “… Ask to be fucked in your ass,” she finished.
Tears escaped from Barb’s watery eyes now, and she bit down on her lip, not wanting to speak the words.
The rest of the room was spellbound as every man and girl present bore witness to Barb’s public disgrace, and she trembled as she felt Potter’s rough touch on her bottom, moving over her soft skin.
Suddenly, he spanked her. Hard. And he knew right where to hit her to make it hurt the most. Barb cried out at the solid SMACK that seemed to echo throughout the room.
“Are you disobeying me whore?” Potter asked, his voice thick with glee at the prospect of what he was about to do.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, Lord. Barb slowly opened her mouth.
“F… fuck me … in my ass…” she said, barely able to get the words out.
“What did you say cunt?” Potter asked. “I couldn’t hear you?”
“Fuck me in my ass,” Barb repeated only louder, and through gritted teeth.
He spanked her again, and again she cried out.
“Beg for it,” he demanded.
Barb closed her eyes, feeling the sting of her tears as they ran down her cheeks.
“Please…” she said, “… please fuck my ass…” and she heard Potter’s sickening chuckle, as he started to unbuckle his belt.
Rosa, at Potter’s command, had wandered into Barb’s eye-line and as the naked Agent looked up she saw that her colleague’s head was turned, her eyes shut as if she’d already abandoned the situation. If she was going to get out of this, Barb needed Rosa to come back, and quickly!
Potter’s thumbs found their way to Barb’s tight little ass, and they pressed upon it, painfully, spreading her open.
“Please…” Agent Moore squeaked.
“PLEASE!” She cried again in desperation. She could feel the swollen tip of Potter’s cock nudging at her tight opening, ready to brutally pierce her body at any second. Barb closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable.
“Fuck but you’re hot you little cunt!” Potter gasped with glee. They were the last words that Barb heard before the bastard rammed himself unceremoniously home!
To Be Continued
Interrogation Room A, Dirección de Inteligencia HQ, Plaza de la Revolución, Havana, Cuba
“Co-operate? With you?” Jason made his tone as vague as possible. On the one hand having the DI onside would give Barb and himself a different level of protection and support whilst they were in Havana, but this was Cuba and this bastard, especially knowing what he was capable of, could already be in CAAL’s pocket.
“Still playing dumb are we Mister Thompson?”
Jase sighed, “I’m on vacation with my wife Major, it’s as simple as that.”
Major Martinez laughed and kicked his own chair away in frustration. “So why then, Mister Thompson, did you both enter Restaurant 1958 separately and then you exit, leaving her alone in the company of two men?”
Fuck!
What could he say? There was only one thing for it. Making his eyes downcast, Jason spoke quietly. “Do I really have to say?”
“Yes, Mister Thompson you do.” The Major was clearly very irritated.
“It gets us off.”
“What?”
“Sexually … I like to see my wife with other men.”
“You what?”
“It’s called cuckolding and yes, Major, it really is a thing, Why do you think I became erect so quickly when I could see her naked and chained to the wall?”
Martinez laughed. “Do you mean to tell me that you, Mister Thompson, get a hard on when you see that stunning wife of yours being used by other guys?”
Trying his best to look ashamed, Jason replied, “Y … yes, I can’t help it.”
The Major moved back to the table and leaned into it. “You’re lying to me Thompson and I know you are. My men will be down your throat, in your pockets and up your ass … so be careful what you do from now on.”
Jason nodded in the most submissive manner he could muster.
“Let this snowflake go …” The Major announced through gritted teeth.
Las Mansiones de Miramar, Miramar District, Havana Cuba
“Rosa,” Potter said. “Order the whore to take off her clothes.” Potter and his entourage had returned to the CAAL mansion shortly after Barb and her accompanying goons.
Oh, shit. Barb gazed into Rosa’s eyes. The undercover Agent looked concerned. Was she scared? As scared as Barb herself was?
Potter suddenly slammed a knife into the oak table that dominated the centre of the room, causing both Rosa and Barb to jump. He released the handle, letting it quiver, its blade sunk an inch into the polished wood below it, a grim reminder of the threat he posed to both of them.
“Order her,” he repeated.
Reluctantly, Rosa finally said “Barb, please remove your clothes.” She really didn’t have a choice at that point and Barb knew as much. Agent Moore could see where things were headed. Knowing what she did about Potter, she knew what he probably had planned. He was going to fuck her, and he was going to make everyone watch as he did so. And when he was done, he’d probably hand her over as a plaything for his men. She could only pray that her instincts about Rosa were right, and that she would be able to find a way to intervene or somehow get Jase into the house.
Barb slowly, reluctantly, got to her feet, trying her best not to tremble under Potter’s ruthless gaze. For the second time this evening she reached up and slid the straps from her shoulders, then pulled the dress down, letting it glide from her body to the floor. Barb covered her bare breasts with her arms, wanting to delay Potter’s disgusting touch for as long as possible. She stood there, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than she could ever remember. Potter’s lewd glare washed over the unprotected Agent as he slowly looked her up and down, capturing her body for his mind’s eye.
“I must say,” he muttered. “You’ve done a good job picking this one, guys. Her body is almost as flawless as Rosa’s”
“I’m glad you approve, boss” Frankie said, feeling pleased with himself.
“Rosa, have her show me her breasts,” he said.
Now Barb really was worried. Because Potter was not issuing the commands himself, did that mean he was already onto them both or was it just his way of humiliating Rosa. She silently prayed that it was the latter.
“Barb,” Rosa said, forcing herself to say the words. “Please lower your arms and show us your breasts.”
Barb did as she was asked, but fuck, it was tough. She stood there, feeling awkward and defenceless, trying her best not to fidget with her hands at her sides, her skin crawling as Potter scrutinised her exposed breasts. It was as though he was studying them, his gaze hungry, like he wanted to gnaw away at the hardened nubs and pebbled areole. Agent Moore could feel goose pimples all over her skin, and her heart pounded, waiting to see what he, or Rosa, would order her to do next.
“Have her bend over the table,” Potter said.
Barb sucked in a long breath of air through her teeth. There was only one reason why he’d want her to do that. She looked at Rosa, begging with her eyes for her to put a stop to this before it started. But the undercover Agent wasn’t looking at her colleague anymore, Rosa’s gaze was aimed towards the table. It was like she knew what was coming, and she did not want to be here when it happened.
“Barb, bend over,” she said softly, then added, “… the table.”
“Rosa…” Barb pleaded, unable to avoid sounding too familiar when she said the CIA Agent’s name.
“Do as she asks,” Potter ordered, his tone of voice sounding assertive and aggressive.
With a sigh, her teeth chewing provocatively at her bottom lip, Barb did as was commanded, bending over and laying across the wooden table, the edge cutting into her exposed stomach. The surface felt rough when she made contact with it, though that may have just been her skin being pulled so tight from fear and revulsion that anything it encountered felt like sandpaper.
Potter moved towards the place where Barb had prostrated herself and pulled the knife from the wood just a few inches from her head. Agent Moore tried to stop herself from trembling, keeping her head turned sideways, her gaze focused on Rosa, hoping … praying that she’d think of something to stop this. But then her attention was distracted back to where Potter stood as she watched him finger the knife gingerly, as though it were a certain part of his anatomy.
“Tell me, my dear,” he said. “Have you ever allowed yourself to be fucked in the ass?”
Despite Barb knowing full well what this bastard’s intentions were, a confirmed repeat of her treatment in the detention cell was still a blow to her.
“Anal sex… it’s such a demeaning act,” Potter continued, fondling the sharp blade in his hands. “It’s dirty. Unnatural, especially for women. A woman’s ass should be reserved for her lover, her partner as a sign of love and devotion, not used as a whore’s tool. To be violated in such a way is the ultimate humiliation for a woman, don’t you think so, whore.”
Barb closed her eyes in an attempt to hold the tears back.
Potter moved behind the powerless Agent, who is turn couldn’t help but notice that the knife was still in his hand, and she whimpered when she felt the flat of its blade touch one of her ass cheeks, its' cold steel sliding across the uncovered skin.
“Will it humiliate you Barb, or are you already such a filthy, dirty little cunt that one more cock in your ass will make no difference.” Potter asked, as his blade slid under her panties. With a violent jerk, he pulled the knife back, cutting the skimpy fabric away.
“No, please …” Barb cried out, she couldn’t help herself, frightened at the sudden act. She felt him peel the remnants of her thong away from her body, tossing it aside like a piece of trash. Then, he stabbed the knife back into the table, right by her face, and she flinched.
“Rosa,” he said. “Have the whore begged to be fucked in the ass.”
Rosa was quiet, her head turned away, her eyes shut.
“Rosa,” Potter said, more forcefully.
“Barb ...” Rosa said, her voice cracking as she said her co-Agent’s name. “… Ask to be fucked in your ass,” she finished.
Tears escaped from Barb’s watery eyes now, and she bit down on her lip, not wanting to speak the words.
The rest of the room was spellbound as every man and girl present bore witness to Barb’s public disgrace, and she trembled as she felt Potter’s rough touch on her bottom, moving over her soft skin.
Suddenly, he spanked her. Hard. And he knew right where to hit her to make it hurt the most. Barb cried out at the solid SMACK that seemed to echo throughout the room.
“Are you disobeying me whore?” Potter asked, his voice thick with glee at the prospect of what he was about to do.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, Lord. Barb slowly opened her mouth.
“F… fuck me … in my ass…” she said, barely able to get the words out.
“What did you say cunt?” Potter asked. “I couldn’t hear you?”
“Fuck me in my ass,” Barb repeated only louder, and through gritted teeth.
He spanked her again, and again she cried out.
“Beg for it,” he demanded.
Barb closed her eyes, feeling the sting of her tears as they ran down her cheeks.
“Please…” she said, “… please fuck my ass…” and she heard Potter’s sickening chuckle, as he started to unbuckle his belt.
Rosa, at Potter’s command, had wandered into Barb’s eye-line and as the naked Agent looked up she saw that her colleague’s head was turned, her eyes shut as if she’d already abandoned the situation. If she was going to get out of this, Barb needed Rosa to come back, and quickly!
Potter’s thumbs found their way to Barb’s tight little ass, and they pressed upon it, painfully, spreading her open.
“Please…” Agent Moore squeaked.
“PLEASE!” She cried again in desperation. She could feel the swollen tip of Potter’s cock nudging at her tight opening, ready to brutally pierce her body at any second. Barb closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable.
“Fuck but you’re hot you little cunt!” Potter gasped with glee. They were the last words that Barb heard before the bastard rammed himself unceremoniously home!
To Be Continued
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Havana Hell (12)
Secure encrypted phone connectIon - Langley, Virginia, USA/Vauxhall Cross, London UK.
“Good morning, Roger … although I’m told it’s a rather damp and dreary one in London.”
“Yes, it’s looking to be a grey one today. Good to hear from you O’Shaughnessy. I’ve been expecting this call. Any news to share on our joint CAAL mission?”
“Only that it’s underway. Our team has been inserted successfully into Cuba. The agent we had ensconced earlier … shall we say … in Potter’s bed … reports success in making contact with the team. It’s now a matter of waiting for developments to play out.”
“Splendid. It’s good to know that things are underway and progressing.”
“Yes, and a special thanks to you, Roger, for sharing an agent as seasoned and talented as Major Underwood for this joint operation. After briefing him at Langley, I have nothing but confidence in the success of this operation.”
“Yes, Underwood is extremely capable and remarkably resourceful, and I was happy to send him over to you. But tell me, O’Shaughnessy, if you would, who it is on your side that you’ve teamed up with Underwood.”
“Ahhh, of course. Underwood is working with Barbara Moore, one of our female agents. She’s not nearly as experienced as Underwood, but she’s an up and coming talent in my Division whom I happen to have great confidence in.”
“And what was the thinking behind pairing this Agent Moore with Underwood?
“We felt that a young attractive female agent was a necessary ingredient. We are operating under a time crunch, as you are well aware, for it’s our best information that Potter is very close to closing his deal to sell CAAL a nuclear device. We are also aware of Potter’s insatiable appetite for young beautiful women. So the plan is to get Potter’s sights locked onto Barbara as soon as possible. She’s been set up as a high class hooker, and our information via our ensconced agent is that, as of this evening, Potter has taken the bait and hired her to provide himself and his cronies certain … shall we say … ‘entertainments’. That means we now have two agents ensconced. And the potential for three, as the plan, as it’s developing, calls for Underwood to work himself onto the scene posing as Barbara’s pimp demanding payment for services rendered.”
“I see. We here at MI6, as you well know, O’Shaughnessy, have been tracking Potter for years. Be forewarned that he is very smart, and that his sexual proclivities are known at times to be quite sadistic. Is this Agent Moore up to what that might mean for her?”
“Of that, I can’t be sure. Our female agents train at Langley for dealing with that, of course, but the real thing can be quite another matter. But, as I said, I have confidence in Agent Moore. I think she’ll pull through.”
“And where exactly in Havana is this all taking place?”
“Potter is staying at Las Mansiones de Miramar. It’s a big old house that serves as CAAL’s Havana headquarters. Quite a place, I’m told.”
“So, our agents are operating, or will soon be operating, within the lair of both Potter and CAAL?”
“Precisely.”
“Sounds both promising and potentially disastrous for our team. Let’s hope it all plays out well and our team gets to that nuclear weapon in time. Do keep me informed of any new developments, O’Shaughnessy.”
“I will. You’ll get an update from me roughly every 24 hours.”
“Another thought before this call ends, O’Shaughnessey. What if this goes bad. Has any thought been put to getting an armed reaction team in place that can go in should our agents find themselves in deep trouble snd in desperate need of help?”
“Yes. A team has been assembled and infiltrated into the Cuban capital. They should be in place at some point within the next 24 hours.
“Splendid. Oh, and one more thing. Any possibility that Cuban Intelligence has caught wind of this?”
“Not to my knowledge, but I’ll run a check on that right away, and get back to you on it when we speak again.
Las Mansiones de Miramar, Miramar District, Havana Cuba
His horrifyingly brutal assault on Agent Moore’s tight little anal passage complete, Potter climaxed his ‘tour de force’ performance before his spellbound audience by suddenly pulling out and delivering a hard hand slap to her bottom.
An enthusiastic round of applause ensued as he pulled up his pants and performed a series of theatrical bows.
Barb whimpered softly. She felt both degraded and resentful. Cautiously raising her head from the hard polished surface of the tabletop, she hoped to find that her ordeal was over. In her mind, she’d already demeaned herself for this mission far more than she had ever anticipated.
But her sufferings were apparently far from over. For Potter, basking in the enthusiastic adulations of his guests, had decided to share her with all comers.
“Alright now! Who’s next? We’re not going to let our lovely little hooker here walk off with the generous payout I’ll be awarding to her after this night without expecting her to take on any and all comers, are we? No, absolutely not! Everyone here tonight is welcome to partake! Now that I’ve reamed out her rear entrance, it’s as wet and welcoming as is her sweet juicy little pussy. Your choice my friends! She’s open for business! How about you, Frankie? I can tell you’re eager. Step right over here. She’s waiting for you!”
Barb gasped in dismay. There had to be at least a dozen of them! She looked about frantically for Rosa, hoping for some help … any kind of help. But there was no sign of her.
Rosa had quietly withdrawn, knowing there was little aid she could offer Barb without blowing her own cover. Wisely, but regrettably, she had opted to leave Barb alone to cope as best she could with what was certain to come.
And Barb’s ordeal was about to begin.
She heard the telltale sound of a zipper being lowered, and tensed when she felt Frankie’s hot meaty hands … those same hands that had gripped her knees back at the bar in Restaurant 1958 … grasping her hips to draw her towards him, and then grabbing her ass and digging his fingernails into her flesh.
“Shit!” she muttered, scarcely audibly.
Closing her eyes and resting her chin against the tabletop, she resigned herself to what she knew was coming.
Moments later Frankie was having his way with her, penetrating deeply and painfully with one mighty thrust, and then rutting away with such wild abandon that she feared he might tear her apart.
And while that was going on, she sensed others lining up behind him, ready and eager to take their turns.
This was clearly headed from bad to worse.
But then there arose a bit of a commotion. It was off to her right and seemed to distract Frankie, causing him to slow his thrusting, and eventually bring it to a halt.
Cautiously she opened her eyes and turned her head aside to focus on a group of people who had just entered the room and were advancing ‘phalanx-style’ in her direction, brusquely shoving aside any of Potter’s guests who happened to be in their path.
The fresh arrivals were dressed in military camouflage fatigues and hoodies, all we’re bearded and grim-faced .. except one.
For at their head was a woman, a woman whom Barb instantly recognized, having studied and committed to memory back in Langley the woman’s dossier photo. She was Benita Diaz … the brains of and the most notorious of the ruthless triumvirate that ran CAAL.
“Sooo … Potter! What have we here?” Diaz declared, pointing a finger at the naked agent bent over the table with Frankie’s cock rammed deep up her ass.
“A hooker, Benita … a common whore I’ve hired to liven up this gathering.”
“Pretty little thing …” Diaz allowed, jerking Barb’s head around by a fistful of hair to look straight into the distraught agent’s face.
Potter started to say something, but Diaz cut him off, turning on him abruptly to say, “Send this luscious little plaything up to my room as soon as your lunkheaded flunky finishes screwing her!”
“But, I’ve promised my guests here …”
“Fuck your guests, Potter. My patience with you is wearing thin. Try to remember that you are a guest in this house, and that it’s not a bordello. You were invited here to do business. And I am telling you now that the triumvirate has grown weary of playing your cat-and-mouse game of endless negotiations. I suggest you send this crowd home while the night is still young, and get yourself some rest so that negotiations can resume first thing in the morning. And this time around, mind you, a time limit will be imposed. CAALs insists that a deal be struck no later than the day after tomorrow!”
“Alright, alright,” Potter sighed sullenly. He wasn’t accustomed to being spoken to like that. And, he had been hoping to have another go at Barb later on.
“Good. Don’t forget to turn out the lights and to send this lovely little cunt up to my room!”
Hotel Nacional de Cuba Vedado District, Havana, Cuba … An hour later
Jason Underwood lay stretched out on the hotel room bed, his hands clasped behind his pillowed head. He was deep in thought … carefully thinking through the next phase of the operation. Searching for problems or flaws. He had identified two.
The first phase of the day’s plan, as far as he could tell, had gone off as expected. Barb, in her slinky black dress had successfully passed herself off at Restaurant 1958 as a high class hooker. Contact with Rosa had been made, and Barb and Rosa presumably were now both ensconced at Las Mansiones de Miramar.
The first of the two second phase problems that now loomed in his mind had to do with how they’d planned to get him ensconced at the big house as well. The idea was that he would go there first thing in the morning, posing as Barb’s pimp. He’d put on a big fuss about not being involved when Potter had engaged her services, demanding that he see her, and that her compensation be renegotiated substantially upwards from whatever she might have agreed to.
The flaw in that plan, as he now reviewed it, was that they hadn’t thought through how he’d explain knowing exactly where she was? She presumably would have no way of reaching him from the house, especially if her faux-hooker services were fully engaged, which he suspected they might very well be.
But he had come up with what he thought was a workable solution. He’d simply claim that he had bribed one of the Restaurant 1958 waitstaff to tell him where Potter had taken her. Yes, that should work, he told himself.
The second flaw in their plan was that they hadn’t anticipated the fact that DI was onto them and watching every move he made. As a matter of fact, from his hotel room window he had easily spotted his tail … two men sitting in a parked sedan, with its engine running.
No way around that one, in his estimation, other than to give them the slip. No ordering a cab. He’d have to leave very early, find a back way out of the hotel, proceed on foot and hope he had caught them napping.
Having thought it all through, he set the alarm on his phone for an 05:00 wake up, turned off the light and turned in.
Barn Owl Cottage, New Forest, Hampshire UK.
Grace lay in the tub, relaxing in the warm morning bath she had drawn for herself.
Jason had been gone for three days now. And the last she had heard from him was two days ago, when he had phoned her at dawn and coaxed her into a round of telephone sex.
That had been glorious … a beginning of a return to her old self …on the road to full recovery … to a full life, united with the man she so dearly loved.
She’d wished he had called again. But nothing yesterday. Nothing this morning. She could handle that … for she knew what it was like to be on assignment. She hoped he was safe.
Leaning back in the tub. She allowed the warm water to cover the upper reaches of her body, lapping gently against her shoulders and neck, encircling and washing over her breasts.
Her mind again drifted back to that morning, two days ago, when they had telephone sex. The more she recalled the episode, the more she began to feel it … deep within her … and slowly … tentatively … she slid a hand down her tummy and over her mound, and without the slightest hesitation slipped her middle finger in.
The response was immediate. Yessss! ! She was back!
To Be Continued
TO OUR READERS: ‘Havana Hell’ will now take a short break, so that those who may have fallen behind and wish to catch up may do so. Major Jason Underwood and Agent Barbara Moore will be back to continue their mission on Thursday.
Sharkman
Governor
This hay bag! SH...! The old crone terminated the party! The evening started so nicely. Sure brilliant Potter planed some nice games for us. Did someone remember the first called 'Octopussy (1983)'?
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Always a good plan ...
Lace
Assistant executioner
Playing with fire Gracie x
Sharkman
Governor
I see. Right she's got not such a sweet nice landing strip ...
twonines
LIMERICUS
You might not look like that if you cross Benita!
Stop reading ahead
LittleSiss
Sorceress
password: Butterfly?
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Havana Hell (13)
Bradley Potter’s room, Las Mansiones de Miramar, Miramar District, Havana Cuba
Potter left for his meeting with Diaz, closing the door and locking it behind him. After he was gone, Rosa quietly ran through the revelations he had shared with her, it was amazing how much a few lines of white powder loosened his tongue.
He was about to make a lot of money, more than he had ever made before. He didn’t give a shit about the fact he was supplying WMD’s to CAAL, so long as they paid him. He had the weapon/war heads here with him … but where the fuck?
His father was a psycho, and abused his son mentally and physically, which meant Potter couldn’t feel love the way normal people did. That he was a cold, empty shell, with no sense of empathy or compassion. He was the most dangerous type of man to be in this position … one who was incapable of experiencing any kind of emotion.
Rosa now knew way more than she ever wanted to about this monster.
She was naked and dripping with his cum. How he had found the erection and desire to fuck her mouth so savagely after the way he raped Barb’s ass, was beyond her. But her aching jaw and sticky body bore testimony to the fact that he had.
Rosa had somehow figured out how to play Potter, but until he could share with her where the nuclear device was, her skills in the seduction department would be meaningless. She needed the help of her colleagues, but knew that Barb had managed to get herself locked up at the disposal and whim of Benita Diaz … Fuck!
She was fucking scared, for herself and for Barb, and she played nervously with the locket around her neck.
All she had to do was hit the panic button, and O’Shaughnessy and his men would come sweeping in here to take her, and Barb, away. But no. That wouldn’t get them what they wanted, what they needed. They couldn’t afford the risk of Potter and Diaz getting away, because if Potter gets to sell that war head, then the whole of the South American Nuclear Disarmament programme would go up in smoke.
That’s when she made the decision she simply had to stay. She was going to see this thing through, for better or worse. Potter, and CAAL, were way beyond being just terrorists in her eyes. They were monsters. They needed to be stopped. Completely. Utterly. And without mercy. It had to be her and her colleagues who did it. Moving to the loose floor board, under the bed, Rosa pulled out her burner phone. There were only three numbers in there and she swiped to the one for Major Jason underwood.
Benita Diaz’ Private Rooms, Las Mansiones de Miramar, Miramar District, Havana Cuba
Barb couldn’t see. She also couldn’t move, or hear. Her ears were filled with cotton plugs, and a thick blindfold covered her eyes. Her wrists and ankles were secured to the four corners of the large leather couch in the suite of rooms occupied by Benita Diaz. She was well and truly at the mercy of CAAL leader.
A large ball gag stretched her mouth wide meaning that she could only inhale through her nose, but that was it. Suddenly, a hand closed around her nostrils, pinching them shut, and there was no way for Barb to breathe. She struggled, but she was tied too tightly to gain any leeway. White dots burst into the bound girl’s vision, and her thoughts became fuzzy. Just as she was on the verge of passing out, the hand disappeared. Barb sucked in air through her nasal passage, slightly terrified that this bitch would try the same thing again.
For a long while, Barb lay there, waiting for another touch. Fear and trepidation rose in the bound CIA Agent’s stomach as she wondered what would happen next.
Then it came … unexpected pressure on her exposed clit, already engorged and swollen from her treatment downstairs. If she hadn’t had the gag in her mouth, she would have gasped. The finger swirled around her hard little nubbin, encouraging the hood to retract and the sensitive blood infused flesh to show itself.
She wished that she could see Benita Diaz, or at least hear her. However, sensory deprivation made the sensation all the more intense. She tried to wriggle, but of course she couldn’t. Diaz pressed a finger down on Barb’s clit, hard. It wasn’t a touch designed to provide pleasure.
“Please stop,” was how the words sounded in Barb’s head, but of course the sound was, in reality, entirely unintelligible.
Fuck, this really fucking hurt. As the CAAL officer brought another of her fingers into play and squeezed, the touch made Barb’s stomach turn over, as she began to feel nauseous.
Suddenly, the ear plugs were yanked from her ears. She could feel hot breath on her lobe and whispered words. “I’m going to hurt you now.”
And then she was struck!
The pain was excruciating. Barb breathed through it.
SMACK!
The flogger struck Barb’s hip, harder this time and the bound girl tugged wildly at her restraints.
Barbara hadn’t anticipated this. The plan was for her ‘get amongst’ Potter and his men, not be rendered deaf, blind and dumb on Benita Diaz’ couch. And where the fuck had Rosa gone?
“You’re so pretty when you’re in pain,” Diaz cooed, her voice hot and heavy.
Barb whimpered under the gag and turned her head away. Immediately, Benita Diaz caught her chin and forced her face back up, yanking the large ball out of her mouth. For a moment, their lips were pressed together. The kiss was hot and passionate, Diaz’ tongue intrusive and probing. Then, suddenly, Barb felt teeth biting down, hard. Not hard enough to draw blood from the captured tongue, but it still fucking hurt!
Once again, Barb tried to move her face away, but it was held fast.
“Don’t you dare fucking move little cunt. I have a meeting now, but you can stay here and wait for me.” Diaz murmured. Barb moaned softly when she felt fingers running lightly down her body, over her ribs and hips … the lightest of touches.
“Beautiful, absolutely beautiful,” were the last words Barb heard, as, still bound, gagged and blindfold, she heard the door open and then close.
Hotel Nacional de Cuba Vedado District, Havana, Cuba.
He had wanted to ring Grace before retiring last night but it was after 9 pm in Havana, so it would have been the middle of the night in London, and in any event, the call he’d received from Rosa shortly after retiring had made it clear that his intervention, this morning however he might achieve that, was urgently needed.
“I know that he has the nuclear war head here, Jason, and Benita Diaz has also now arrived to close the deal with Potter …” Rosa had sounded a little desperate, and Jason knew only too well who Benita Diaz was.
“… and Barb is in trouble. Potter and at least one of his men raped her in front of the others and now Diaz has her locked away in her rooms so that Barb can be her own personal plaything …”
Grace would have to wait. She wouldn’t be expecting a call anyway … Barb, Rosa and his country needed him.
But what the fuck to do? Rosa had confirmed the obvious. He was to arrive at the CAAL HQ acting as Barb’s pimp and he needed to bluff his way inside. In the meantime, Rosa would try to discover the whereabouts of the war head ….
A pimp was a good cover because he would genuinely be armed, but whether it was enough to get him inside the CAAL building he had no idea.
As he secured his body holster and slipped on his jacket, a news article on Cubavision, the State run TV station‘s early morning report, caught his attention.
“The eyes of the world are on Cuba at this moment as the country builds-up to this weekend’s planned signing of the OPANAL agreement. OPANAL is an intergovernmental agency of 33 states in Latin America and the Caribbean that ensures compliance with the Treaty of Tlatelolco, and secures unilateral nuclear disarmament. Cuba’s compliance with the treaty is great news for Latin America and the Rest of the World …”
He switched the TV off and took a breath. They had to succeed, they simply had to!
He could have just left the hotel by the front entrance, but that would have meant the local DI tagging along. And so, it was via the basement and a small window hidden by an extensive array of piping, that saw him exit into the shadowy rear of the hotel, and able to make his onward journey to Las Mansiones de Miramar, alone.
To Be Continued
Bradley Potter’s room, Las Mansiones de Miramar, Miramar District, Havana Cuba
Potter left for his meeting with Diaz, closing the door and locking it behind him. After he was gone, Rosa quietly ran through the revelations he had shared with her, it was amazing how much a few lines of white powder loosened his tongue.
He was about to make a lot of money, more than he had ever made before. He didn’t give a shit about the fact he was supplying WMD’s to CAAL, so long as they paid him. He had the weapon/war heads here with him … but where the fuck?
His father was a psycho, and abused his son mentally and physically, which meant Potter couldn’t feel love the way normal people did. That he was a cold, empty shell, with no sense of empathy or compassion. He was the most dangerous type of man to be in this position … one who was incapable of experiencing any kind of emotion.
Rosa now knew way more than she ever wanted to about this monster.
She was naked and dripping with his cum. How he had found the erection and desire to fuck her mouth so savagely after the way he raped Barb’s ass, was beyond her. But her aching jaw and sticky body bore testimony to the fact that he had.
Rosa had somehow figured out how to play Potter, but until he could share with her where the nuclear device was, her skills in the seduction department would be meaningless. She needed the help of her colleagues, but knew that Barb had managed to get herself locked up at the disposal and whim of Benita Diaz … Fuck!
She was fucking scared, for herself and for Barb, and she played nervously with the locket around her neck.
All she had to do was hit the panic button, and O’Shaughnessy and his men would come sweeping in here to take her, and Barb, away. But no. That wouldn’t get them what they wanted, what they needed. They couldn’t afford the risk of Potter and Diaz getting away, because if Potter gets to sell that war head, then the whole of the South American Nuclear Disarmament programme would go up in smoke.
That’s when she made the decision she simply had to stay. She was going to see this thing through, for better or worse. Potter, and CAAL, were way beyond being just terrorists in her eyes. They were monsters. They needed to be stopped. Completely. Utterly. And without mercy. It had to be her and her colleagues who did it. Moving to the loose floor board, under the bed, Rosa pulled out her burner phone. There were only three numbers in there and she swiped to the one for Major Jason underwood.
Benita Diaz’ Private Rooms, Las Mansiones de Miramar, Miramar District, Havana Cuba
Barb couldn’t see. She also couldn’t move, or hear. Her ears were filled with cotton plugs, and a thick blindfold covered her eyes. Her wrists and ankles were secured to the four corners of the large leather couch in the suite of rooms occupied by Benita Diaz. She was well and truly at the mercy of CAAL leader.
A large ball gag stretched her mouth wide meaning that she could only inhale through her nose, but that was it. Suddenly, a hand closed around her nostrils, pinching them shut, and there was no way for Barb to breathe. She struggled, but she was tied too tightly to gain any leeway. White dots burst into the bound girl’s vision, and her thoughts became fuzzy. Just as she was on the verge of passing out, the hand disappeared. Barb sucked in air through her nasal passage, slightly terrified that this bitch would try the same thing again.
For a long while, Barb lay there, waiting for another touch. Fear and trepidation rose in the bound CIA Agent’s stomach as she wondered what would happen next.
Then it came … unexpected pressure on her exposed clit, already engorged and swollen from her treatment downstairs. If she hadn’t had the gag in her mouth, she would have gasped. The finger swirled around her hard little nubbin, encouraging the hood to retract and the sensitive blood infused flesh to show itself.
She wished that she could see Benita Diaz, or at least hear her. However, sensory deprivation made the sensation all the more intense. She tried to wriggle, but of course she couldn’t. Diaz pressed a finger down on Barb’s clit, hard. It wasn’t a touch designed to provide pleasure.
“Please stop,” was how the words sounded in Barb’s head, but of course the sound was, in reality, entirely unintelligible.
Fuck, this really fucking hurt. As the CAAL officer brought another of her fingers into play and squeezed, the touch made Barb’s stomach turn over, as she began to feel nauseous.
Suddenly, the ear plugs were yanked from her ears. She could feel hot breath on her lobe and whispered words. “I’m going to hurt you now.”
And then she was struck!
The pain was excruciating. Barb breathed through it.
SMACK!
The flogger struck Barb’s hip, harder this time and the bound girl tugged wildly at her restraints.
Barbara hadn’t anticipated this. The plan was for her ‘get amongst’ Potter and his men, not be rendered deaf, blind and dumb on Benita Diaz’ couch. And where the fuck had Rosa gone?
“You’re so pretty when you’re in pain,” Diaz cooed, her voice hot and heavy.
Barb whimpered under the gag and turned her head away. Immediately, Benita Diaz caught her chin and forced her face back up, yanking the large ball out of her mouth. For a moment, their lips were pressed together. The kiss was hot and passionate, Diaz’ tongue intrusive and probing. Then, suddenly, Barb felt teeth biting down, hard. Not hard enough to draw blood from the captured tongue, but it still fucking hurt!
Once again, Barb tried to move her face away, but it was held fast.
“Don’t you dare fucking move little cunt. I have a meeting now, but you can stay here and wait for me.” Diaz murmured. Barb moaned softly when she felt fingers running lightly down her body, over her ribs and hips … the lightest of touches.
“Beautiful, absolutely beautiful,” were the last words Barb heard, as, still bound, gagged and blindfold, she heard the door open and then close.
Hotel Nacional de Cuba Vedado District, Havana, Cuba.
He had wanted to ring Grace before retiring last night but it was after 9 pm in Havana, so it would have been the middle of the night in London, and in any event, the call he’d received from Rosa shortly after retiring had made it clear that his intervention, this morning however he might achieve that, was urgently needed.
“I know that he has the nuclear war head here, Jason, and Benita Diaz has also now arrived to close the deal with Potter …” Rosa had sounded a little desperate, and Jason knew only too well who Benita Diaz was.
“… and Barb is in trouble. Potter and at least one of his men raped her in front of the others and now Diaz has her locked away in her rooms so that Barb can be her own personal plaything …”
Grace would have to wait. She wouldn’t be expecting a call anyway … Barb, Rosa and his country needed him.
But what the fuck to do? Rosa had confirmed the obvious. He was to arrive at the CAAL HQ acting as Barb’s pimp and he needed to bluff his way inside. In the meantime, Rosa would try to discover the whereabouts of the war head ….
A pimp was a good cover because he would genuinely be armed, but whether it was enough to get him inside the CAAL building he had no idea.
As he secured his body holster and slipped on his jacket, a news article on Cubavision, the State run TV station‘s early morning report, caught his attention.
“The eyes of the world are on Cuba at this moment as the country builds-up to this weekend’s planned signing of the OPANAL agreement. OPANAL is an intergovernmental agency of 33 states in Latin America and the Caribbean that ensures compliance with the Treaty of Tlatelolco, and secures unilateral nuclear disarmament. Cuba’s compliance with the treaty is great news for Latin America and the Rest of the World …”
He switched the TV off and took a breath. They had to succeed, they simply had to!
He could have just left the hotel by the front entrance, but that would have meant the local DI tagging along. And so, it was via the basement and a small window hidden by an extensive array of piping, that saw him exit into the shadowy rear of the hotel, and able to make his onward journey to Las Mansiones de Miramar, alone.
To Be Continued
Havana Hell (14)
Secure conference room, Las Mansiones de Miramar, Miramar District, Havana Cuba
Bradley Potter was in anything but a good mood as he entered the great house’s elegantly appointed, mahogany-paneled conference room.
Potter was not an early morning person. He considered any meeting scheduled, as this one was, for 6:30 in the morning to be barbaric.
Nor was he happy about Benita having co-opted his party hooker the evening before, or about CAAL threatening to adopt a tougher stance in the ongoing negotiation over the price of the nuclear device.
The only bright spot for Potter was the pleasure he had derived from royally fucking Rosa prior to leaving for this showdown. He had to admit he greatly enjoyed abusing, in every way imaginable, someone as perfectly beautiful as she was.
Seated at the polished table, awaiting his arrival, was the so-called ‘triumvirate’ that ran the CAAL organization.
Benita was positioned between the other two, her usual fiercely intense expression fixed on her face. On her right was Diego Garcia, burly and pock-faced, looking every bit the street-brawling tough that he was. And on her left sat the brains of the trio, the bespectacled and pinch-faced Desiderio Navarro.
“Have a seat, Potter. So good of you to finally turn up,” Benita greeted him, glancing pointedly at the clock over the fireplace mantel, showing 6:43. “There’s coffee over there on the sideboard.”
Without a word, he ambled over to the sideboard and poured himself a cup before returning to occupy a seat facing the others.
Taking a sip, he regarded them thoughtfully, and then said that he was prepared to sell if they would meet a figure twenty-five percent higher than his previous offer. Adding as a ‘sweetener’ that delivery would be immediate.
“Let’s stop the crap, Potter!” snarled Benita. “As I said last night, we’ve grown weary of playing this game … our patience has finally worn thin.”
“That reminds me, Benita. You need to compensate me for the use of my private hooker in your rooms last night. And, how is she, by the way? Still alive, I hope?”
“Fuck off. Perhaps I should charge you and Rosa rent for your room?”
“Touché. Do you have a counter offer to make on my nuclear bomb?”
“Yes, ten percent less than your offer of two days ago. And as a sweetener, should you refuse, I’ll turn you and your little tramp, Rosa, over to Diego and his crew down in the basement. They can be very persuasive. And they have a lot of interesting tools available with which to make their point. We can even include your sweet little hooker girl in on the fun too, if you like.”
Diego clenched his fists and scowled.
“I doubt you’d do that, Benita. You want that nuke too badly,” replied Potter evenly. “And you have no idea where it’s hidden, so … like it or not … you need me.”
“Perhaps not. Diego can be very persuasive when it comes to making people talk.”
“Alright. Tell you what. We’ll compromise. How about splitting the difference between my offer today and your counter offer?”
“No, we’d end up paying more than you demanded two days ago,” intervened Navarro, who had been silent up to that point.
“Here’s what I say …” declared Benita, rising to her feet. “You go back to your room with Rosa for a few hours to think things over. Fuck her again if it helps you deliberate. Diego here locks you in and places a guard outside your door. You decide that our offer is a fair one and accept it by noon, or Diego will escort you to the basement this afternoon where he will apply his powers of persuasion to both you and your Rosa.”
“Don’t forget I have muscle here too! Diego will have to deal with Frankie and Carlos before I unwillingly go anywhere with him!”
“I hate to tell you this but your Frankie and Carlos met with … shall we say …. some very unfortunate accidents during the night. Neither is available.”
“Alright, I’ll think on it.” Potter muttered, looking somewhat cowed for the first time. He rose abruptly from his chair to leave, his coffee cup abandoned on the table still half full.
“Say hello to Rosa.”
Office of Major Martinez, Dirección de Inteligencia HQ, Plaza de la Revolución, Havana, Cuba
“Any word this morning, Sanchez, from our operatives assigned to tail Thompson?”
“They report that he hasn’t left his hotel room. They say they went in and checked with the desk to be sure. And were told that Thompson hadn’t come down for breakfast or ordered anything up to his room. They think he’s probably sleeping in.”
“Okay. Changing the subject, what’s with this report about two unidentified male corpses turning up the city morgue this morning.”
“Ah yes, according to the Havana constabulary they were found in a back alley, both shot … execution style … in the back of the head, hands tied behind their backs.”
“Any leads or thoughts?”
“Two. First, the execution style is one we have seen used by CAALS. Second, our men assigned to follow Thompson to Restaurant 1958 last evening recall seeing both men there.”
“I see.”
“Please tell our operatives outside the hotel to go up and bang on Thompson’s door.”
Benita Diaz’ Private Rooms, Las Mansiones de Miramar, Miramar District, Havana Cuba
‘Don’t you dare fucking move, cunt!’ and ‘Beautiful, absolutely beautiful’. Those last words uttered by Benita as she left Barb alone … bound, gagged, blindfolded, hurt and angry … kept playing over and over in the young agent’s mind.
She had tried unsuccessfully to free herself, but the bonds were simply too tight. She was stuck where she was, There was nothing she could do to ease the strain or to release herself from the obscenely exposed, spread-eagled position in which Benita had left her.
As far as Barb was concerned the CIA operational scheme was in tatters. Rosa had seemingly abandoned ship. The plan to get Jason into the house seemed potentially in jeopardy. And she had already suffered more physical and mental abuse at the hands of Potter and Benita than her Langley training had sufficiently prepared her for. Moreover, should events continue on their present trajectory, her predicament was bound to only going get worse.
She dreaded Benita’s return, and the abuse that portended. Nor was she at all sure she could face the prospect of ever letting Potter have a go at her again.
It seemed now that everything depended on Jason.
Secure conference room, Las Mansiones de Miramar, Miramar District, Havana Cuba
“Sorry to interrupt Miss Benita.”
“That’s okay, Manuel. The meeting here is over. What is it?”
There’s someone at the door … an American fellow who claims to be Potter’s hooker’s pimp. He’s demanding to see her and wants to talk to Potter about what he refers to as ‘proper payment’ for her services.”
“You’re not serious?”
“Afraid so. Should I send him away?”
“Did you ask him why he thinks she’s here?”
“Yes, he claims someone at Restaurant 1958 told him she was brought here.”
“Find out who that was and have them sacked.”
“Yes, of course. And what about the pimp at the door?”
“Bring him to me.”
To Be Continued
Secure conference room, Las Mansiones de Miramar, Miramar District, Havana Cuba
Bradley Potter was in anything but a good mood as he entered the great house’s elegantly appointed, mahogany-paneled conference room.
Potter was not an early morning person. He considered any meeting scheduled, as this one was, for 6:30 in the morning to be barbaric.
Nor was he happy about Benita having co-opted his party hooker the evening before, or about CAAL threatening to adopt a tougher stance in the ongoing negotiation over the price of the nuclear device.
The only bright spot for Potter was the pleasure he had derived from royally fucking Rosa prior to leaving for this showdown. He had to admit he greatly enjoyed abusing, in every way imaginable, someone as perfectly beautiful as she was.
Seated at the polished table, awaiting his arrival, was the so-called ‘triumvirate’ that ran the CAAL organization.
Benita was positioned between the other two, her usual fiercely intense expression fixed on her face. On her right was Diego Garcia, burly and pock-faced, looking every bit the street-brawling tough that he was. And on her left sat the brains of the trio, the bespectacled and pinch-faced Desiderio Navarro.
“Have a seat, Potter. So good of you to finally turn up,” Benita greeted him, glancing pointedly at the clock over the fireplace mantel, showing 6:43. “There’s coffee over there on the sideboard.”
Without a word, he ambled over to the sideboard and poured himself a cup before returning to occupy a seat facing the others.
Taking a sip, he regarded them thoughtfully, and then said that he was prepared to sell if they would meet a figure twenty-five percent higher than his previous offer. Adding as a ‘sweetener’ that delivery would be immediate.
“Let’s stop the crap, Potter!” snarled Benita. “As I said last night, we’ve grown weary of playing this game … our patience has finally worn thin.”
“That reminds me, Benita. You need to compensate me for the use of my private hooker in your rooms last night. And, how is she, by the way? Still alive, I hope?”
“Fuck off. Perhaps I should charge you and Rosa rent for your room?”
“Touché. Do you have a counter offer to make on my nuclear bomb?”
“Yes, ten percent less than your offer of two days ago. And as a sweetener, should you refuse, I’ll turn you and your little tramp, Rosa, over to Diego and his crew down in the basement. They can be very persuasive. And they have a lot of interesting tools available with which to make their point. We can even include your sweet little hooker girl in on the fun too, if you like.”
Diego clenched his fists and scowled.
“I doubt you’d do that, Benita. You want that nuke too badly,” replied Potter evenly. “And you have no idea where it’s hidden, so … like it or not … you need me.”
“Perhaps not. Diego can be very persuasive when it comes to making people talk.”
“Alright. Tell you what. We’ll compromise. How about splitting the difference between my offer today and your counter offer?”
“No, we’d end up paying more than you demanded two days ago,” intervened Navarro, who had been silent up to that point.
“Here’s what I say …” declared Benita, rising to her feet. “You go back to your room with Rosa for a few hours to think things over. Fuck her again if it helps you deliberate. Diego here locks you in and places a guard outside your door. You decide that our offer is a fair one and accept it by noon, or Diego will escort you to the basement this afternoon where he will apply his powers of persuasion to both you and your Rosa.”
“Don’t forget I have muscle here too! Diego will have to deal with Frankie and Carlos before I unwillingly go anywhere with him!”
“I hate to tell you this but your Frankie and Carlos met with … shall we say …. some very unfortunate accidents during the night. Neither is available.”
“Alright, I’ll think on it.” Potter muttered, looking somewhat cowed for the first time. He rose abruptly from his chair to leave, his coffee cup abandoned on the table still half full.
“Say hello to Rosa.”
Office of Major Martinez, Dirección de Inteligencia HQ, Plaza de la Revolución, Havana, Cuba
“Any word this morning, Sanchez, from our operatives assigned to tail Thompson?”
“They report that he hasn’t left his hotel room. They say they went in and checked with the desk to be sure. And were told that Thompson hadn’t come down for breakfast or ordered anything up to his room. They think he’s probably sleeping in.”
“Okay. Changing the subject, what’s with this report about two unidentified male corpses turning up the city morgue this morning.”
“Ah yes, according to the Havana constabulary they were found in a back alley, both shot … execution style … in the back of the head, hands tied behind their backs.”
“Any leads or thoughts?”
“Two. First, the execution style is one we have seen used by CAALS. Second, our men assigned to follow Thompson to Restaurant 1958 last evening recall seeing both men there.”
“I see.”
“Please tell our operatives outside the hotel to go up and bang on Thompson’s door.”
Benita Diaz’ Private Rooms, Las Mansiones de Miramar, Miramar District, Havana Cuba
‘Don’t you dare fucking move, cunt!’ and ‘Beautiful, absolutely beautiful’. Those last words uttered by Benita as she left Barb alone … bound, gagged, blindfolded, hurt and angry … kept playing over and over in the young agent’s mind.
She had tried unsuccessfully to free herself, but the bonds were simply too tight. She was stuck where she was, There was nothing she could do to ease the strain or to release herself from the obscenely exposed, spread-eagled position in which Benita had left her.
As far as Barb was concerned the CIA operational scheme was in tatters. Rosa had seemingly abandoned ship. The plan to get Jason into the house seemed potentially in jeopardy. And she had already suffered more physical and mental abuse at the hands of Potter and Benita than her Langley training had sufficiently prepared her for. Moreover, should events continue on their present trajectory, her predicament was bound to only going get worse.
She dreaded Benita’s return, and the abuse that portended. Nor was she at all sure she could face the prospect of ever letting Potter have a go at her again.
It seemed now that everything depended on Jason.
Secure conference room, Las Mansiones de Miramar, Miramar District, Havana Cuba
“Sorry to interrupt Miss Benita.”
“That’s okay, Manuel. The meeting here is over. What is it?”
There’s someone at the door … an American fellow who claims to be Potter’s hooker’s pimp. He’s demanding to see her and wants to talk to Potter about what he refers to as ‘proper payment’ for her services.”
“You’re not serious?”
“Afraid so. Should I send him away?”
“Did you ask him why he thinks she’s here?”
“Yes, he claims someone at Restaurant 1958 told him she was brought here.”
“Find out who that was and have them sacked.”
“Yes, of course. And what about the pimp at the door?”
“Bring him to me.”
To Be Continued
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
"An American Pimp in Havana ..." A good title for a film?