Chapter  II

Voices from the Past

I wake up to the  sounds of the street outside my window. I wake up quick, my senses fully alert. Years of training and routine have honed this skill. Years of stalking and hunting, waiting in the dark for the right  moment. The moment to make my move. Since I have taken that bad turn down life's dark alley, I have slept with one eye open.

The shouting I hear  coming from the street three stories below, sounds angry,  confused. There's even a difference in the usual background noise. 
Something out of the ordinary has happened in front of the  building and the ordinary stretches very far in this part of South  L.A. This is not exactly gangland but the place is nevertheless a  jungle, with people getting mugged, raped and killed on a rather  regular basis. To create this kind of turmoil, some heavy stuff  must have gone down.

I get out of bed and  quickly put on my jeans, a shirt, and a pair of lightweight canvas  shoes. Retrieving the gun from underneath the pillow, I slowly  approach the window, making sure I stay out of sight. When I first  moved here, I attached a small mirror to the wooden frame of the  window, enabling me to scan the street without being seen. I  adjust my position beside the window slightly in order to be able  to look at the crowd on the sidewalk. In it's center there's a  little girl and a woman is on her knees next to her, howling like  a wounded animal. 

The little girl's  name is Angie and she was no stranger to these streets but at the  age of eight she wasn't yet involved in any of the usual trades of  this neighborhood. Angie sometimes ran little errands for me like getting cigarettes from the corner shop or a carton of milk. Now  she is lying naked on the grimy concrete and she's dead.

The scene sends a  series of thoughts flashing through my mind but I shut them off. I need to concentrate on the facts. 
Fact number one: Nobody from around here would have killed little Angie. She wasn't a threat to anybody. She knew better than to ask the wrong people the wrong questions.

Fact number two: The  guy who did her, had balls. If you come to this part of town to  kill a little girl, you're likely to come to a very undecent end  at the hands of the residents.

Fact number three: This was no sexual assault. The guy had to get out of here, and fast.
I ponder this for a while, then decide that I have to go down there to get a first hand look. I know that it's risky, but my gut feeling tells me that this is somehow connected to me although I don't know how and  why. But I trust my instincts, instincts that have saved my ass more than one time in the past.

When I carefully  descend the stairs, I find the usual junkies gone. Another sign of  something or someone having disturbed the natural order of things. I step out onto the street and walk towards the small crowd. I  move casually, not wanting to draw attention to myself but several  heads turn in my direction, hard eyes staring at me.
They know I'm  not one of them although they don't know who or what I am. They  instinctively feel that I'm playing in a different league, that my  trade is far different from that of a common street thug. They are  wary, but never ask questions, sensing the unspoken threat behind  my casual attire. I'm an outsider, albeit tolerated.

Among the onlookers I  spot Ernie. Ernie is the local small arms dealer and he's supplied  me with some fancy toys in the past. At six-five and without an  ounce of fat on his muscular frame, he's an impressive guy. Ernie  is black as night and his shaved head in combination with the  eternal shades gives him a menacing air. In spite of his  appearance, he is a calm guy, playing by a code that only he  knows, but which he will never break.

 “Hey Ernie,  what's going on?” I ask, trying to sound casual, offhand.
 “Little Angie's  been popped, that's what.” He spits out the words, contempt  in his voice. “What do you care? 'You an acquaintance of  hers?”
 “Relax, man. Just trying to find out what's going on.”
Ernie seems to calm  down a little as he turns towards me and looks at me for the first  time but my radar senses his suppressed rage. I won't be able to  get to much out of him.

 “All right,  Max, I'll give you the news” he whispers between his  clenched teeth “She was killed execution style. Two shots in  the back of the head. Nobody heard the shots. This was a pro job,  man.”
 “That doesn't  make sense, Ernie. A pro taking down a little girl like that?”
 “Seein' is  believin', man. You go look for yourself.” His head motions  for me to step closer. When I look at the body, it hits me like  lightning. Somebody has written a few words on little Angie's  naked chest. I'm feeling cold all of a sudden. Whoever did this,  is targeting me, is sending me a warning, wanting to draw me out.  Ernie is right. This is no random killing, it's a hit, a hit with  a precise aim.
The writing was done  in a hurry but I can read it all right: “NEXUS WILL DIE”

Back inside the  building, I descend to my storage room in the basement. This room  is my sanctuary. I keep my equipment in this room, as well as files and a sophisticated comunications setup.
While I open the  custom-made steel door, my mind is racing. Angie's death is no  coincidence, I'm sure of that, for I am Nexus, I am the man behind  the code name, known only to a chosen few. Somebody has breached  my security, has pried open my cover and is now out to get me. I  have to find out who, have to move faster than my opponent and to do that, I will use all possible means.

All of a sudden my  thoughts return to the previous night, to Karen Delaney and her  desperate need of raw, furious sex. She had gone from high-class  bitch to dirty slut in less than an hour, but, surprisingly  enough, had maintained style and composure. She was a lot tougher  than I thought underneath that I-am-a-good-wife-and-party-host  surface. After her initiation she had all but tried to kill me  with that hot little body of hers. When I finally got her into a  cab, she could hardly walk and smelled like a whore.

I sense, that the  connection is here, that she is somehow involved in this,  knowingly or unknowingly. I need to spread out a net, a sticky  spiderweb to catch all the information I can. And I will need  Marek.
I have never seen  Marek and my guess is, that nobody ever has. He exists only on the  Net, connected to the world through his own secure servers and  phone lines. If there has ever been a hacker worthy of his name,  it is him. I fire up my Powerbook and get online, typing the name  of his box.
Marek's mailbox is active and I make contact.

>Need your assistance _  Possible Nexus uncovered _ What does rumour mill say?<

Marek responds almost  immediately and I can tell he is not surprised by my message

>Somebody digging on Net _  ID unknown _ Possible CIA connection _ Will try check _ Post back  couple hours<

I sign off and kill the connection. I have several hours to kill and I might as well  put them to good use. First I load a GPS tracking software and  while I wait for the necessary satellite uplink, I break into AT &  T's phone logs, looking for calls made from the cellphone of Karen  Delaney. Scrolling through the records, I find nothing suspicious  but I save the logs to my hard drive. I'll look at them later.

Returning to the  tracking software, I enter Karen's cell number and get lucky.  She's on the phone and according to the software, she has been  talking for close to ten minutes already. Within thirty seconds I track down her location.
 
Apparently she is trying to gather some strength, having a late breakfast in one of  Hollywood's finer joints. I listen in on her conversation briefly,  but she is only speaking to her husband. From what I hear, hubby is out of town on business and wants to make sure his beloved wife  is doing fine. I really should send him that tape. Might be a nice  eye-opener for him.

When they are finally  done talking, I launch my own call, re-routing it through Marek's  secure servers. The apparent caller ID will probably be somwhere  in Burundi and nobody will be able to put a trace on it. After two  rings, she answers.

 “Yes, hello?”  Her voice is tired, but it has a hard edge to it. I like that,  inspite of the major fuck up she might have caused.
 “Do not speak  unless I tell you to. Order some more coffee. In exactly 45  minutes I want you to be in front of the Oyster Club on Hollywood  Boulevard. Now say something about a wrong number and hang up.”
 “Sorry, you  must have dialed the wrong number.” 
I break the connection and shut down the computer. I look at my watch and  decide that I have enough time for a shave and some hot java  before heading out to Hollywood.

Nobody is around when I enter the downtown parking, so I move fast towards the old  Buick. The car is old and rusty, but the engine has been tuned by a pro and the gas tank is almost twice as big as usual. This baby  can outrun anything short of a formula one racer. 
I check the markers I have left on the doors and hood but can't find a trace of foul  play. Next I inspect the underside of the vehicle. Clean. I start  the engine, check gas and oil pressure and head out to my meeting  with Karen.

I make several  detours to check if I'm being followed, but no car appears in my  rearview mirror long enough to make me suspicious. Either I'm not  being followed or my pursuers are too experienced. I decide to  take the risk and keep going straight to Hollywood Boulevard.
Karen is standing on the sidewalk when I pull the car onto the curb and motion for her  to get in. She looks up and down the street quickly, then slips  into the passenger seat. She barely has time to close the door before I spot a break in the traffic and step on the gas.

 “What the hell  is this?” she asks, clearly confused “Somebody could  have seen me getting in your car, you know that?”
 “Relax, lady.  There's no point in shouting now.” I turn to grin at her.  “Somebody could have seen you in heat last night.”
That shuts her up for  a while. I drive out of the city and into the hills, checking my  rearview mirror constantly. When I'm satisfied, I turn into a fire  road and keep going for another 5 minutes. Karen continues to look  at me, her alarm growing but she doesn't say a word.
When I finally pull  into a small clearing between the trees, she just sits there, eyes  alert, and waits for me to make my move.

 “I wanted to  see you.” I tell her “You gave me quite a show last  night. I was wondering if you had some other things to show me.”
 “You bastard,  you humiliated me!” she hisses, her green eyes ablaze with  anger. “You all but raped me, playing your dirty games with  me.”
I look at her in  silence for a while. She doesn't blink, but slowly her gaze wavers  until she turns to look out of the window.

 “You came to me, remember? And if I remember right, you liked it quite a lot.  You found out that sex can be rough, without restrictions, pure  and wild. Then you found out that you like losing control and now  you can't go back.”
I put my hand under  her chin and turn her to face me. Her facial muscles move as she strains to gain control over her inner turmoil. Then she nods slowly.
 “I want to  break out of this cage. I want to be free, do whatever I want.” she blurts out suddenly looking at me, her eyes begging me to help  her. I slowly lower my hand onto her breasts. Under my touch her  nipples harden and I slip my hand into her blouse. Again she wears  no bra and I wonder if this woman ever wears any underwear at all.

I pinch her nipples slightly and her breathing becomes laborious. She sits perfectly  still, not daring to move. My other hand moves towards her crotch and I can feel her heat pulsing through the fabric of her  trousers. She spreads her legs and I start to rub her mound  slowly, causing her to breath even faster. When I unzip her pants, she shudders, then takes my hand and thrusts it into her pants and  onto her wet pussy. She cries out when I part her lips and find  her clit. Her hands push onto mine outside her pants, wanting to create more pressure on her clit and she arches her back. I insert one finger into her pussy, then another.
“Yes. Oh my  god.”

All of a sudden she  pulls my hand out of her trousers. Looking at me with a sly grin,  she slips out of the car in one swift movement. Once outside, she  slowly starts to take of her clothes, revealing that firm little  body of hers. I can see her running her hands over her hips, her  breasts.
At last her fingers find her swollen lips and she starts  to maturbate seriously. After a few minutes she walks around the  car and climbs onto the hood. She lies down on the metal and  spreads her legs as wide as she can, placing her feet on the roof  of the car. I can see every detail of her pussy behind the  windshield as she spreads her lips wide for me.

Karen inserts two  fingers into her twat, moving them back and forth slowly and I can  hear the wet noises her lips are making. She adds a third, then a  fourth finger, spreading her lips further and further. Her hips  are bucking now as she tries to satisfy her animal needs. I decide  it's time to get out of the car and give her some real action.

I get out of the car and grab one of her legs, turning her to face me, pulling her hips towards me. 
Quickly I ram two  fingers into her and start to finger-fuck her at a fast pace. She  goes wild, thrusting out her hips to meet my hand, unintelligible  noises coming from her mouth. I push two more fingers between her  swollen lips and pull my fingertips upwards, pressing against the  wall of her tunnel. Increasing my pressure, I move back and forth  with a steady rythm. Karen arches her back and becomes completely  stiff, only the back of her head and her ass touching the hood. I  increase my movements, pushing upwards with all my strength until  finally she lets out a long wail.

Now is the moment. I force my whole hand into her tight pussy, stretching her to maximum, ramming into her until I hit rock bottom. She wants to go  over the edge now, screaming and twisting, completely impaled on  my fist. But I have other plans, I'm here to find out who is  stalking me and why. And Karen is going to provide me with some answers, if she wants it or not.
I grab a handful of  her hair and pull her up and towards me until I can feel her hot breath on my face. This woman is always in heat, it seems.
 “Who did you  talk to?” I ask her abruptly. She opens her eyes,staring in  disbelief.
 “Talk now,  woman, or I will turn your pussy inside out.” With that I  grab the slippery flesh inside her with two fingers and the thumb. Her face twists in pain, tears in her eyes.

 “Spill it out:  who knows about me?” I start to twist my hand but she doesn't make a sound. She has become one tough lady.
 “Warren”  she mutters finally.
I slowly let go of  her flesh and she breathes in deeply. Then she looks right into my  eyes.
 “Fuck me now,  big man. Make it hard and good. Then I'll tell you.”
I am completely  perplexed. She is trying to make the rules, trying to make a deal  with me. She's tough, I can see that much, so I decide to accept  her as an equal player. Until I hear her story that is.

 “Did you make  up your mind, big man?” Her voice brings me out of my  thoughts. I look at her for a moment, then decide to play it safe. I pinch her soft, wet flesh once more, harder than before. She flinches and her nails dig into my shoulders.
 “You sure got  yourself some balls, little Karen. But if you doublecross me  you're gonna regret the day you first laid eyes on me.'You understand?”
She looks at me for a  moment, then she speaks.
 “Do me now, big  man. I don't give a fuck if you rip me apart.”
In response I pull  her head slowly towards mine, my fingers inside her never letting  go of her flesh. Then, for the first time, I kiss her. I kiss her  hard, sticking my tongue in her throat, biting her lips and she  bites back, fighting like cat. We tongue-fuck each other for what  seems like hours, ripping at each others hair, each one of us trying to win the fight.

At last we break  apart, breathlessly. Karen's hands are trying desperately to free  my shaft. I pull my hand out of her pussy and she shudders. As soon as she can move freely, Karen literally rips of my clothes  and pushes me against the car.
Her hands and mouth are roaming all  over my body, covering me with hot saliva, scratching and biting.  She squeezes my balls as she takes me into her mouth. Incredible  heat envelopes my shaft, making it swell to abnormal size. She  starts to move up and down my cock now and her tongue seems to be  everywhere. With each movement she forces me further down her throat until I fill her completely. I feel the surge rising up  from my loins, all my muscles tightening. 

I put both hands on  the back of her head and pull her towards me, ramming my now  enormous cock deep into her throat, closing her windpipe.
 “Do you realize  that you could die right here, suffocated by my dick?”
In response she bites  down hard onto the base of my shaft, letting me know that I could  bleed to death right here in the dirt. I let go of her head and  she quickly pulls me out of her mouth.

 “Come in my  throat now.” Her husky voice drives me crazy. I ram myself  into her mouth and she takes every inch of me, pressing her hands  on my ass. Her head moves fast now and I match her speed, sending  the tip of shaft down her throat with every thrust.

I feel the pressure building, my cock becoming so hard that the pain is hard to bear  and my balls seem to explode. When she senses that I'm about to  come, she squeezes my balls as hard as she can. The she pushes a finger into my ass and sends me reeling.
A searing pain shoots  through my cock as I come into her throat, my semen feeling like needles. But she is not finished yet. Leaving my shaft deep in her  throat, she slowly starts to milk me with the muscles of her mouth and neck. I can barely stand the sensations, my nerves over  sensitive now, but she never let's up.

After several minutes  my nerve endings respond to her continuous squeezing. An  incredible sensation invades me, captures me. I groan and clench  my fists. Neither of us moves, only her muscles pump relentlessly. I can feel my cock pulsating inside her, the heat building up.
Then I come again, exploding, shooting my load into her once more. She is gagging  now, trying to hold everything in. As I pull back a few inches, she finally manages to swallow.

I'm still leaning  against the car. I can see that the sun has moved. I look at my  watch - only to find out, I'm slowly running out of time. Karen is  sprawled onto the hood of the car, the expression on her face is walking the thin line between lust and terror.

After her little  treatment, she desperately wanted to get a good ramming. What she  didn't realize, was that it would take me ages to come, given my  present condition. I took her from behind, forcing her against the  car and lifting one of her legs onto the hood. At first she  screamed with every new climax, bucking and thrusting her little  ass at me as if to challenge me.
When her legs  couldn't support her anymore, I threw her onto the hood and lifted  her slender legs onto my shoulders. I rammed into her like a  demon, ravaging her soft flesh while she begged me to stop.  Finally I came. Pushing myself one last time into her up to the  hilt, I exploded, spasms running all over my body.
I didn't know when  her crying and screaming had stopped, but it was still ringing in  my ears.

 “C'mon lady, we  gotta get the hell outta here. I've got work to do” I slap  her ass and she turns to meet my eyes.
 “You bastard,  you could have killed me.” Her voice sounds tough, but her face betrays her.
 “Yeah, but I  didn't. Now put on your clothes and get in the car. I haven't got all day and you still have a story to tell”
I help her to gather  her clothes, then I light a cigarette and sit on the fender while  she dresses. As we drive back towards L.A. she smokes silently and  I can see, she's contemplating her fate, wondering if she's done the right thing, coming to my apartment.

 “Tell me about Warren” I stir her from her thoughts “How does he fit  into the picture?”
 “Warren Major. He works for my husband. He's one of the project supervisors.  Tall, dark hair, mean eyes. I mentioned you one time, while talking to him. I asked him if he knew you, if he thought you  acted dumber than you were.” She scans my face, searching  for a reaction but she gets nothing for the time being.
 “What else?”
 “He said, he  didn't know you. When I explained to him, that I thought you were  acting, he said he could ask around, let me know. But he never  came back to me.”
 “When was that? You know anything else about him?” I'm getting curious. I  can feel, I'm getting onto something. I will turn that man inside  out in order to find out what I want to know.
 “About a week ago. I think he was in the army once. He's got one of those  parachute tattoos on his forearm.” When I ask her for a good  description, she gives me more details than the average street  cop. I have a pretty good idea of what's going on now, but I need  confirmation.

We ride in silence  until we get to the underground parking. Then I flag down a cab. I tell the driver to let us out several blocks from my apartment and  I can see that he is relieved. After all there's a good  possibility of not coming out of this neighborhood if the wrong  people spot you.
When we get out of  the cab, I give Karen instructions:
 “Walk beside me, but don't touch me. Keep your hands in sight. Never put them  in your pockets. Walk at a normal pace, neither too fast, nor too  slow. You get that?”
She nods earnestly. She's nervous but trying hard not to show it.
 “You don't have to fear for your life as long as you're with me.” I try to  reassure her “Just try to relax. And don't look at anybody  directly. If you want to look around, move your eyes, not your  head.”
 “I think, I get  it know: you want me to blend in.” she says after a moment  of contemplation.
 “Have you  looked in the mirror lately? You could never blend in, but then,  neither could I. Anybody can smell ten miles against the wind,  that we're not from this neighborhood. But they can also tell that  it's not a good idea to mess with me.”

We make our way down  the street, avoiding the little hoodlums, the dealers and beggars.  In any case, it's too early for the real players to come out and  i'm glad for that. I don't want all hell to break loose over a  piece of ass. When we arrive, I take her down into the basement  and unlock the door. I pull out a chair for her, then I go through  my files until I find what I'm looking for.

I hand her the file  and she flips it open, looking at the photograph attached to the  first page. She looks at me quickly, then reads out loud:
 “Agent William  Malloy. Delta Group. Retired.” She frowns “The guy in  the picture is Warren, but what does all this mean?”
 “It means, he's  not exactly what you think he is.” I explain “This guy  is a walking nightmare, he's a psychopath of the worst kind. That's what got him fired from the company.”
 “The company?  Which company?”
 “The CIA. He  was a senior field agent. The CIA operates in many sectors, but  his line of work was military intelligence. Delta Group is  composed of skilled agents working directly with armed forces on  the battlefield. I met the fucker when I was with the SAS during  the Gulf War. During a covert operation he killed one of my team  mates. After we got out I exposed him, which cost him his job. But I was exposed as well, so I quit.”
 “What do you  mean, you were exposed?” She asks, confused now “He  was the crook, wasn't he?”
 “When the whole  thing blew up, there was an enormous scandal. The media got  involved and one fine day my picture was in the newspaper. SAS can  never show their faces because of all the covert ops. My choice  was to either become a regular grunt or call it quits.”

She seems to view me  differently now, respect and awe forming on her face. But she  couldn't be further off the mark. I do now what I did then. The  only difference is, that I am my own boss now and that it's a  highly illegal thing to do without a direct order from her  majesty.
I turn on the laptop  and get connected. When I check my box, I find that Marek is  already waiting for me.

>Trouble _ ID looking for  Nexus not found _ Codename: Hannibal _ Line trace indicates  downtown L.A. area _ Definite CIA connection _ No contract found<

There are few news in  his message. It's a good sign that nobody has put a contract on my  head, but the fact that Marek is not able to trace the exact  location, worries me. I need some more information, need to know  if there is somebody else behind Malloy.

>Hannibal ID William Malloy  aka Warren Major _ Former Delta Group _ Drop line trace _ need  more info group behind Hannibal _ Take care<

>Count on Marek _ post  morning<

I shut down the laptop and put it in an aluminium case together with Malloy's file. Then we head upstairs to the apartment. 
 “Why don't you  make some coffee while I take a shower?”
 “I'm not your  wife. If you want coffee, you better make it yourself.” she  retorts instantly.
Without answering, I  go into the bathroom. While I take off my clothes, I look at my  face in the mirror. I look tired. I'm slowly getting too old for  this job. I can feel the pressure of too many nights spent on  stakeouts, too many close calls. And now Karen Delaney is  squeezing me like sponge, physically as well as psychologically.
I step in the shower and open the cold water. I need to clear my head. I will have to be sharp tonight.

The sound of the  shower curtain makes me spin around in alarm, only to find myself facing Karen. She is staring at me, eyes ablaze. “Coffee is ready.”
 “As you're not my wife, you should wait for your turn.” I inform her matter-of-factly.
Instead of answering, She gets into the shower, not bothering to take off her clothes.  She takes the liquid soap and starts pouring it onto my chest. With slow movements, she works up a lather, then washes me from  head to toe. Suddenly she opens the shower curtain and steps outside. Her wet clothes are clinging to her sensual body and the  sight is not unpleasant at all. When she returns, she has my razor  in her hand and a determined expression on her face. I grab her arm and pull her close to me, giving her no possibility to move.

 “What are you  up to, lady?”
Without answering,  she drops to her knees, not caring about the fact that this will  twist her arm badly. Her mouth envelopes the head of my cock and  she starts sucking softly, never moving her head. I decide to let  go of her arm and at once she goes to work. The razor moves slowly  along my balls, removing my pubic hair. Then she forces my shaft  downwards with her mouth and starts to shave around the base, all  the while sucking slowly, never moving her head. After a few  minutes I am as smooth as a baby, all the hair gone. Karen takes  hold of my cock, both hands running along it's length, making me  shudder.

I pull her to her  feet ignoring her confused look. Turning her to face the wall, I  grab the soap and pour a good measure onto my hand. I lift her  blouse and apply the liquid to her breasts, massaging slowly. I draw a circle around her nipples with my fingernails and she  sighs, water running into her open mouth.
Her trembling fingers frantically rip open her blouse, giving me better access to her  breasts. I slowly move my hands from her breasts to her stomach,  spreading soap all over her upper body. She leans backwards  against me, her head on my chest. I open her pants and squeeze the  bottle to let the soap run into her crotch freely.
With one hand I spread the soap onto her soft pussy. She is slippery with foam as  my fingers circle her mound, caressing her lips. I can hear her moans, suffocated by the water. 

I remove my hand and  pull down her trousers below her ass. Applying a generous dose of  soap to her ass, I insert my hand between her buttocks, sliding my fingers up and down her crack. 
I find her asshole  and push a slippery finger into her. She squeezes her buttocks,  intensifying her sensations
 “Aaah.”  Karens hand dives into her crotch, spreading her lips. She finds  her clit and her fingers flick up and down her pussy. I pull my  finger out of her ass and turn her to face me.
 “Take off your  clothes.” With that I step outside and fetch a small bottle.

When she is  completely naked, I take the showerhead and rinse her completely,  then I direct the jet of cold water onto her pussy until she can't  take it any more and shut off the water. Opening the bottle, I  pour the oil onto her breasts, letting it run down her body. The  scent of menthol fills the damp air.
 “What is this?”  She asks breathlessly, but I tell her to shut up.

I apply the oil  generously to her body, covering every square inch. Then I pour an  extra dose on the palm of my hand. Shoving my fingers between her  legs, I rub the oil on her lips. She gasps as she starts to feel  the burning cold of the oil.

I insert a finger  between her lips and start to spread the ointment inside her.  Karen cries out, the icy sensation to much for her. I grab her ass  and hold her still, while I push two more fingers into her tight  hole. She is fighting for control now, her fingernails digging  into my biceps, her knees trembling. I withdraw my fingers from  her and put them in her open mouth to give her a taste. She bites down hard on my knuckles and I slap her ass one, two, three times.
When she finally lets go, my blood is on her lips. I grab her hair and kiss her hard,  sucking on her tongue. The sharp taste of menthol enters my mouth.

I break away from her  and get down on my knees. Lifting one of her knees on my  shoulder, I press my tongue between her pussy lips. She cries out  and forces my head into her crotch with both hands. My tongue  finds her clit and I start licking her cold flesh.

Karen's body twists  with the contradictory sensations spreading from her pussy, her  movments becoming uncontrollable, muscles twitching. My mouth  works her pussy relentlessly, I can feel her spasms like  electricity on my tongue. I start to suck her clitoris into my  mouth while she pulls my hair, her hips thrust outwards. Then I  bite down on her clit and she screams, her whole body cramping.

I get up quickly and  she grabs my neck, forcing me towards her. Our open mouths collide  and she sucks her own juices from my ice cold tongue. Then,  looking at me with a wild expression, she takes the bottle and pours the oil into her mouth. Her eyes never leave mine, as she  slides down my body and onto her knees.

Still staring at me, she takes my rock hard shaft in her hands and pulls the skin  backwards until I fear it is going to rip. When she finally lowers  her lips onto my cock , her mouth feels like a freezer. Incredible  sensations shoot through my loins. My cock feels like a slab of  cold stone, pushing into an icy but soft cavern. Karen's lips move up and down my rod, her tongue circling around its tip. Her  movements become frantic, when I push myself into her throat,  hardly feeling what I'm doing.

At last she stands up  and I can see that has been touching herself while I was fucking  her mouth. I move behind her and grab her hips, pulling her  towards me. She reaches between her legs and takes hold of me,  guiding me to her dripping entrance. 
When I enter her cold  flesh, she cries out in pain, her pussy burning with an icy fire.  I plunge into her without mercy, opening her tunnel wider with each thrust. I can hear her grinding her teeth, muttering  obcenities. She turns to look at me over her shoulder and her face  is a distorted mask.
 “Harder, you  prick.” she hisses “Fuck me harder”

The freezing  sensation slowly turns into heat, as I pound her tight pussy  relentlessly. I can feel her pussy opening wider and ram into her  as deep as I can. She bends forward until her hands touch the wall  and pushes back at me, her trim ass slamming into my hips.
I insert one finger  into her asshole and her back arches, all her muscles tightening.  Then I reach forward to turn on the water once more and the shower  covers her with cold rain. She is in a frenzy now, moving wildly  against me, fighting for her climax. Small cries become screams as  our pace quickens. I ram into her like a machine, shouting, trying  to rip her open, and she screams back at me, telling me to kill  her with my cock.
When I feel her  orgasm approaching, I pull her cheeks apart with my hands and push  both thumbs into her asshole. I stretch her as wide as I can,  while I ravage her pussy.

 “Aaaah,  yes...take me.” she screams. Then she comes, her hips  bucking uncontrollably, the muscles inside her pussy contracting  around my shaft. She keeps coming for what seems an eternity,  shuddering, trembling, her arched back stiff with muscle cramps.  Her mouth is wide open, as she fights the overwhelming urge to  scream, but no sound is coming from her lips.

When her spasms  subside, I slowly pull out of her and rest my cock between her  buttocks. She is panting, exhausted from the ordeal, but I'm not  finished with her yet. I pour the rest of the oil onto my rod and  into her crack. She stiffens, not knowing what to think.
When I place the tip  of my cock at her rear entrance, she starts to shake her head  wildly.
 “No, please, I  can't take no more. Please...” Her voice is desperate,  childlike. But she knows it's no use, when my menthol-lubricated  rod gradually forces its way into her ass. She is gasping, cursing  me now, but I don't care. I know she will change her mind in time  and so does she, but can not yet acknowledge the fact, that her  rational mind has no control over the savage needs of her body.

I push myself into  her asshole further and further, feeling it stretch, accomodating  my shaft. Then I reach around to touch her over sensitive lips  with my fingers. A small sigh escapes her mouth when I caress her  swollen flesh. 
I find her clit and  my touch makes her twitch. She reaches backwards to take hold of  my balls and pulls and squeezes them hard. Then she starts to  thrust her ass at me, forcing my cock deeper into her. She is  breathing fast now with anticipation. Her ass seems to be on fire  and my cock burns each time I plunge into her.

I start to move  faster, pounding her flesh, as her shouts encourage me. She pulls  her ass apart as far as she can, screaming for me to shoot into  her hole. I ram into her tight ass and she fights me like a demon, hissing and cursing. Her hand is buried in pussy, tearing at her  lips and squeezing her clit.

I can feel it coming, first in my legs, building up powerfully, all my nerve endings  screeching. Then my balls contract and I shout in pain and extasy  as I pull Karen's ass towards me with all my might, impaling her  on my meat. As I attack her furiously, she screams her frenzy at  me, throwing her body against me, insatiable.
I explode into her, filling her ass with my load, pumping relentlessly until I can  feel her orgasm building inside her pussy. She thrusts her hips  out one more time, then she stays perfectly still, as wave over  wave washes over her. She starts to shake as the orgasm reaches its peak, her knees shaking.
At last a long wail comes from deep within her throat and her ass grips me like a  fist.
Then we collapse onto the floor, the cold water still raining onto us.

When I come to my  senses, Karen is lying between my legs her tongue licking the last  drops from my cock. Her hands stroke my balls and I can feel myself getting hard in her mouth again.
 “Sorry, lady.  We got things to do.” I tell her as I pull her off me.
 “What do you  mean?”
 “I have to take  care of that Malloy guy and I need some more information from  you.”
She makes an unhappy face, but gets up and gathers her clothes without a word. I towel  off and get dressed. I need a bucket of coffee and a cigarette. I  have some serious planning to do

Later we sit on the mattress and Karen gives me all the details that she can remember.  I explain to her that I will need to find out who is behind Malloy  and why. She looks at me suddenly, with a serious face.
 “I can get the information from him”
 “You don't know  what you're talking about. The man is a pro and a psychopath. If  he smells foul play, you're dead.”
 “Don't  underestimate me.” she says, anger in her voice “Malloy  wants to get into my panties. I can get from him whatever I want.  You just tell me how to play it.”
I'm perplexed. The  more I think about it, the better I like the idea. Slowly a plan  is forming in my mind. I work out the details in my head, then  make a call to find some extra equipment.

When all the pieces  fit together, I tell Karen what she will have to do.