Caging the Dove

Caging the Dove [part 13 of 17]
By: TJC (tcorbiter2011@yahoo.com)

CAGING THE DOVE

Maybe it was her youth, maybe it was the fear Lorenzo knew she felt from their situation, or the fear she felt from his inner rage, who knows. All he knew was that Julie's pink and perfect pussy tasted sweeter than any pussy he'd ever eaten. Moreover, she was so appreciative of his oral attentions, being that he made sure she knew that many slaves never get oral pleasure from their Masters, and the fact that her lovers before him were all college and high school boys that had no clue on how to properly eat a juicy muffin.

"Put your hands on those tits, Julie," Lorenzo told her as he suckled one of her lips into his mouth. "Pinch them hard." His slave did as she was told and pinched and rolled her nipples, crying out in pained pleasure. Using his fingers, he spread her lips wide and closed his mouth over her swelling clit, sucking her hard, burrowing his face into her sex, moaning, making her feel not only his head moving against her but also the verbal vibrations.

"Oooooo God, yesssssssss," Julie screamed out, her legs opening wider, still torturing the nipples on her perky tits.

Lorenzo methodically feasted on her sweet, dripping slit, putting his slave into intense pleasure as he listened intently for any sounds out of the ordinary. It was just past four A.M and all was silent on their abandoned floor of the hotel in Lisbon. He reached under the mattress and felt the gun right where he'd left it and then pulled out the dildo that was right next to it. Without warning he slid it deep inside the hole of his slave and twisted it while he suckled her clit with a vibrating moan of satisfaction.

"God yes, fuck me with that dildo, Master! Fuck me."

Lorenzo moved up on an elbow and really pumped Julie's hole with the man-made prong, hammering her deep and hard he kissed her flat little tummy. He began nibbling her soft skin as he worked her slit over to near orgasmic explosion. His thoughts were all over the place. His growing desire to inflict pain, his fear of Domino's assassin somewhere out there, and perhaps most of all, his terror that he knew he was in love with Julie Walters. Despite her status as his slave, he was in love with the young woman who'd given his life meaning. All of these things, none of which he felt he had any real control over, were causing him to lash out beyond his reasoning.

Julie's slit was drenched. The squish of her sex could be heard as he fucked her with the dildo harder and faster, drilling her deep. Lorenzo could feel her body tightening and tensing, writhing on the bed, desperate to release.

"Master, let me cum please. I want to cum so bad."

Lorenzo bit her tummy with a growl. Julie screamed out in pain but immediately replaced with a long, guttural moan from her center as the dildo buried itself as far as it would inside her soaked hole.

"Why do you cum and for whom?"

"I cum for your pleasure and I cum for you and you alone, Masterrrrrrrrr."

"Then do it!" Lorenzo pressed his lips over her clit and flicked it with his tongue while he ripped her with the twisting toy and sucked her hard nub through the writhing waves of her creamy cumfest. His mouth and the dildo didn't stop working her until she was spent and limp on the bed, whimpering soft moans of pleasure, hers hands slowly still pinching her nipples. While she lay there coming back down to normalcy, he opened the drawer of the night stand and took out a couple small items before sitting on the edge of the bed. Taking her hand, he pulled her up to a sitting position and ordered her to lick his face clean, which she did with long strokes of her tongue over her chin and mouth.

"Thank you for letting me cum, Master," she whispered. "You know how to make me cum so good." Lorenzo took her nipples on his hands and clipped them each with a clamp, eliciting a harsh whimper of pain from his slave as she licked his face.

"Lay back down now, Baby. I'm gonna fuck this creamy little slit." Lorenzo moved between her legs and as he always did he rubbed his cock up and down over her hole. He picked up the dildo off the bed and held it to her face. "Open up." When she did he slid the wet pole into her mouth. "Suck on it while I take what's mine."

Sliding into his slave's saturation, Lorenzo moaned with pleasure. In no time he started a steady barrage of deep, penetrating thrusts while gripping her ankles. Julie moaned over the dildo but he could see her wince in pain as his thrusts made her firm tits bounce around with the clamps pinching her tiny hard nipples. He wanted her to feel pain and pleasure, but also be quiet so he could take her and still listen to surroundings outside his hotel room.

"Clench down on my cock, Baby," he whispered. "Don't take that dildo out of your mouth either or you'll get a whipping. Clear?"

"MmMMMmmmmmm HHHHHmmmmmmm."

Julie's muscles gripped his stabbing sword like a mighty sheath. Lorenzo loved how good a fuck she'd become. She could do it all even in pain. Letting go of one her ankles, he tugged the clamp on her right tit, causing his sexy young redhead to arch and groan over her mouthful of fake cock. Harder and harder he hammered his manhood home fucking the slave he owned with a ferocity born of frustration and fear.

(Outside the on the side of the building)

The Dove moved slowly, using the shadows and his black outfit to cover his movements as he repelled down the roof to the window of the target's room. It was a process of patience and delicacy. Too quickly meant being spotted and carelessness meant possibly losing balance and free falling to the end of the rope and slamming into the side of the hotel. No. This was a game of cold nerves and precision. The window was two floors below. Looking around there was no movement anywhere. The guy on the roof across the street was dead and obviously nobody had found him or checked on him. They'd stationed nobody on the roof of the hotel which was a terrible tactical mistake. Then again, it had saved some poor slob his life.

At the side of the window, the Dove peered in and saw the couple fucking in the bed. Perfect. They'd been fucking all night and the more they were into their carnal pleasures, the less ready they'd be for an intrusion. With a razor sharp, state of the art glass cutter, the Dove cut a fine line along the side of the frame, keeping an eye on the couple going about their sexual soiree. Attached to the ninja-like black outfit was a small caliber mini machine pistol, two knives and the signature ice-pick. All that needed to be done now was to push off a couple times and sling through the window feet first, land and take them out.

(Back inside the room)

Lorenzo bent Julie's one leg back and twisted her body to the side, plowing her sideways slit with hard thrusts of his now throbbing cock. The tortured moans of pain and pleasure filled the room as his slave continued to slurp on the dildo while he took her so hard he feared splitting her petite little frame wide open. Oh how he loved fucking this little minx. Could he ever imagine his life without her?

Something outside caught his eye, a slight change in the light stream of the window, the exact reason he'd left the curtains pulled back. In a flash of a second he saw black apparition flying toward and through the window with a sudden crash. On pure instinct he rolled off the bed and out of Julie, had the weapon out from under the mattress and was firing. The report of his 9MM was drowned out by the machine gun burst ripping into the wall and ceiling as the assassin went down with a scream. Lorenzo hoped he hadn't killed him, but if so it couldn't be helped. Voices were coming down the hall outside the door as he reached to check on Julie.

"Drop your gun," said the quiet voice. The figure had Julie by the hair and was pulling her head back and around, something at her throat. The voice was pained.

"She's a slave and this place is crawling with agents. So kill her if you want," Lorenzo bluffed. "You're not leaving here."

The door burst open and the hall flooded the room. Several agents came in with Brenda Young behind them. Lorenzo put his hand up to stop them. He could see the assassin's eyes. They seemed familiar. Julie's eyes betrayed terror, an ice pick at her ear, but something else as well. Her hand was under the pillow moving slowly, while the assassin was staring at Lorenzo and darting back and forth to the people who'd just entered.

"You're done, let her go." Lorenzo said. "These people don't care that she's a slave, they'll nail you anyway."

"Bullshit, you all care," said an angered male voice. Lorenzo knew who it was now.

"Brad? You're the dove? I'll be damned." Lorenzo smiled. "Forget it." One of the agents picked up the machine pistol and moved back. Lorenzo himself stood up across the bed from Brad and Julie. "Julie, you remember Brad? He was one of the guys I let fuck you months ago in the apartment. He and his buddy Jeff did a favor for me." Lorenzo surveyed his assassin and saw he was bleeding from his upper right leg and hip.

"Yes, Sir, I remember," Julie said. "If you want I'll fuck him again if it will make him happy. Please don't hurt me, if you want, I'll fuck you."

"What about it Brad?"

"You're all fucking out of your mind. Stupid bitch thinks I'm here to fuck her?" He was obviously pissed that he'd been foiled and was about to say something else when Julie pulled the taser out from under the pillow and got the assassin in the neck.

Brad went down like a board, the ice pick falling to the floor. Immediately the agents were pouncing on him. Lorenzo threw his robe over the nude, trembling Julie, and stayed naked himself as he went and got another.

"So you know this man?" Brenda Young asked as they pulled his mask off.

Lorenzo nodded. "A friend, or so I thought. Brad. No last name. He and his friend Jeff and I used to hang out here and there." He sat down by Julie and put an arm around her and spoke softly. "Baby, that was a brave move but it could've gotten you killed. He might have been able to shove that ice pick into your brain before he fell down." Lorenzo reached into her robe and un-clipped her nipples. Julie whimpered, trembling and feeling the blood rush back into her tits and bringing with them fresh pain.

"Master, I was sure he was going to kill me. I just felt it and so I needed to fight back."

Lorenzo kissed his slave softly. Brenda Young stood by waiting for the agents to get the assassin out of the room.

"Okay, so we have the Dove. Your plan is the next step. Sure it will work?"

"It'll work." Lorenzo kissed his slave's neck. "You just make sure it's all in place. Got it."

"Right. I'll let you know." Brenda Young came up to the bed. "I'll join you too later today for a little party if you'd like. I loved how those nipple clamps looked on your little tits, Slave."

"Get out, Brenda. For now our business is done." Lorenzo got up and opened the door. The grinning U.S. attorney winked as she strolled out.

Lorenzo and Julie were given another room on another floor now that the operation was over. The smashed window angered the hotel manager but he'd been assured all repairs would be covered by Interpol.

"I'm so tired Master," Julie said, laying across the bed.

Lorenzo smiled at her as he got on the phone and ordered some room service for breakfast. He ordered a small order of eggs and toast as well as a bottle of champagne.

"Champagne, Master?"

"Why not," he said as he hung up. "Shouldn't be long at all." Lorenzo opened the door and looked up and down the hall before coming back in the room and sitting down. "No sleeping yet," he said, opening his robe. "I never came in all the excitement. Come over here and use your sexy little mouth to get me off before our breakfast arrives."

Julie slid off the bed and walked over in her skimpy green teddy and knelt before him. Placing her hands on his thighs she licked his shaft playfully getting it to grow into position again. Once it was firm and standing tall, she slipped her lips over the tip and started sliding her face up and down. Lorenzo eased back in the chair, stroking her hair with one hand and reaching under the chair with the other. He watched the door and held his pistol while his slave expertly sucked his cock.

There was a knock. Julie stopped and looked up. "You keep sucking that cock and don't you dare stop no matter what." She did as she was told. The knock came again with a voice.

"Room Service."

"Come in, I left it open with the safety latch." Lorenzo could feel Julie tense but he patted her shoulder. If he was wrong, then the room service man would get a free show, but he wasn't wrong. The room service attendant, a tall, black man with a fake gray beard and head of hair, stopped and stared at his 9 MM. "Jeff, don't try it. You'll just end up dead and I want you to walk out of here." The fellow assassin to Brad was staring at his tray cover. He finally smiled and moved back from small wheeled table.

"Lorenzo, I see your cute little bitch still loves sucking a cock."

"You and Brad got to enjoy her a few months back and now you try to kill me?" Lorenzo cocked his weapon. "I must say it's not very sporting."

"Your people are gone, you must have known when you saw it was Brad you'd be getting a visit from me."

Lorenzo nodded, his cock was throbbing but he held back. "Of course, but I didn't tell them because this works out nicely. I plan on busting that idiot Brad out and if he hadn't come in shooting I would have told him what I'm going to tell you."

"Which is?" Lorenzo could see Jeff staring at Julie, watching the back of her head move over his cock.

"I want to come back and work for Domino. Julie can serve the organization too. She will do what I tell her. Right Baby?" he slapped Julie's head.

"Mmmmmm HHHmmmmmm."

"Domino may not want you."

"Maybe not, but it's worth a try. You're going to leave here and send him word. He may not like you failing, but he has a bigger problem with Brad in custody."

"He'll want Brad dead."

"You send word that if I can't get Brad out, I'll kill him." Lorenzo stiffened, his cock needed to explode and he groaned, never taking his eyes off Jeff as he filled Julie's mouth with cream. To Julie, he said, "don't swallow."

"So you're letting me walk out of here, taking a chance on my trying again with you?"

"Yup. Professional courtesy and the fact I want to show I mean what I say. Try again, though, and I'll kill you." Lorenzo patted Julie's ass who tightened her lips and slid up and off his cock. "Lay your head across my lap Baby and open up." She did so, her eyes could be seen darting around. With a quick glance Lorenzo saw his cum all over the inside of her mouth and told her she could kneel up and swallow.

"Do we have a deal?"

Jeff nodded. "I agree, but there's no telling Domino will."

"By tonight I'll have a cell phone again. When I do I'll call you. Same number?"

Jeff nodded again, this time looking at the kneeling Julie.

"Anything to say Julie?" Lorenzo touched her face.

"Thank you for feeding me Master."

"You remember Jeff, Baby, right?"

"Yes, Sir I remember him." Julie smiled.

"Is my breakfast under there or just your gun?"

"It's there." Jeff took a couple steps back. "So you'll call. Right?"

"Yup. Back your way all the way out. By the way, is the real attendant dead?"

"No, just knocked out in the laundry room." Jeff flashed his bright smile at the door.

"I'll handle smoothing it over. Get out of here."

Jeff was about to turn and stopped. "Did you ever think the Dove was two people?"

"No. Not until I saw Brad. You guys are good, no doubt about it."

"Not good enough, I'm afraid."

"Get the fuck out of my room, Jeff."

The other half of the Dove was gone.

Once alone, Lorenzo and Julie enjoyed their breakfast and champagne. Jeff's weapon, a Mac 10 sub machine gun, lay under the table for safe keeping. Lorenzo went over the options in his head, the chances of the plan succeeding were now double since the Dove ended up being two people. Word would get to Domino and then things would really move along.

"Master? Would you really have us both work for Domino? He wants us dead doesn't he?"

Lorenzo gripped her chin tightly. Hie eyes hard as they stared into hers. "I will do what I have to do. Clear?" Julie nodded. "Let me worry about what's happening and you worry about pleasing me."

"I always do, Master. I always do."

Finally Lorenzo let her chin go and leaned over and kissed her. They slept the day away after their long night, but Lorenzo did so very lightly, an alert sleep, waiting for any sudden return by Jeff or some other professional killer.

Nobody came.

TJC

Lorenzo/Julie fans: All good things have to come to an end. There are four chapters left in the Lorenzo/Julie saga. This has been a wild ride and I'm so grateful to all of you for sticking with it. I'll be writing other stories and maybe another serial down the road. But before that- we still have four more to go. Hope you all enjoy the final sequence. Love ya all, Tom