Agents In Harms Way by Don Winslow

her gynecologist duly examining her private parts, while she sat with her feet in the stirrups, curiously detached from the dry, professional probing between her legs. It was no surprise then, that when a testing finger slipped between the fleshy lips to explore the inner walls, she winced; Mallory was dry.
    The intruder immediately withdrew, and for a moment her captor cupped her, held her by her womanhood. He paused to consider.
    "Spread your legs," he ordered; and he watched with pleasure as the obedient legs opened at his command, stretching the binding pantyhose that still spanned the girl’s knees.
    Mallory was standing with her thighs spread offering him complete, unhindered access to her naked cunt.
    Now he slowly resumed his leisurely toying with her sex, rubbing the pinkish folds between his fingers, as if testing the feel of her, all the while looking up to study her exquisite features. Mallory kept her eyes averted, blushing under the man’s unwavering stare. And as she took a deep breath, she felt the warmth, the first tingle of excitement, as her healthy young body instinctively responded to all this male attention. She glanced down, looking into those implacable eyes; felt herself moistening in his firm hand. The next time her tormentor sent his middle finger probing upward, it slipped with surprising ease, right up into her well-lubricated cunt. A stifled gurgle rose from deep in her throat, a shiver a pleasure shot through her.
    The finger that slid smoothly up her damp pussy was immediately joined by a second; two hooked fingers were insinuated up her vagina; the electric stab of lust caused her to arc back, while emitting a tight-lipped grunt.
    “Look at me, Cunt 9.” His quiet words came out in an oily purr.
    The intruding fingers were kept in place, buried to the hilt, as he slowly palmed her vulva; she turned to look down at him, once more captivated by the cool determination she saw in those icy blue eyes.
    He looked into her eyes as he moved his fingers deep inside her, jiggling his wrist, diddling the woman’s hot, juicy pussy until a whimpered moan escaped her lips.
    “Nooo, please,” she gasped, sucking in a sharp hiss of breath as the pleasuring hand pressed deeper into her.
    With two fingers well up inside the young woman, his cupped hand pressed solidly against her ragged pussylips, grinding against the slick folds. The fleshy heel of his palm found her swollen clitoris, rubbing over the hard nubbin, sending an electric jolt of pure delight through his helpless victim. Her eyes fluttered shut and she wriggled her hips; a guttural moan tumbled off her lips. As the hand continued its slow, inexorable massage of her pubis, the girl’s legs weakened, and she threw back her thick mane. Mallory’s lean, lithe body swayed like a reed in the wind; she clenched her fists, determined to hold on against the sweeping onrush of all-consuming pleasure.
    Part of her brain knew her captor wouldn’t stop until he had manipulated her to orgasm, right in front of the others; she was determined to resist, to deny him the gleeful satisfaction he would get from her humiliating, public breakdown. Still the growing sense of arousal stirred her powerfully, weakening her resolve as the lusty feelings gained their terrible strength. Warm waves of pleasure generated by the incessant fondling of that male hand soon had reduced the young woman to a whimpering mass.
    He began to deliberately finger-fuck using both fingers; she grunted with each thrust he made.
    Eyes tightly shut, her hips bucked mightily: two, three times, her body reacting in instinctual pelvic thrusts beyond her control. Panting, breathing heavily, the girl quivered, trembling on the brink, struggling to keep her balance on the high heels . A low, earthy groan rumbled up from deep in her throat at each stab of pleasure.
    At that moment the Captain snickered and withdrew his teasing hand, leaving the swaying girl tottering on her heels, hot and