on persons in his
custody, he was still consistently legally hired and maintained a spotless
record. On paper he appeared to be the most ideal bail agent. Even all civil
action against him seemed to mysteriously evaporate. Whether through design
or fortune, Deacon pretty much did as he liked and literally got away with
murder.

His current employer, Arnie, strongly suspected Deacon's darker nature and
consistently assigned him only the badest of the bad. Rapists, murderers,
and violent offenders were recaptured with impressive speed and turned in
bruised and broken by Deacon's skilled hand. Maria, however, hardly
qualified as a hardened criminal, and it was with much reluctance that Arnie
handed over Maria's file to Deacon.

Maria was trouble, for sure --- she had eluded two other bounty hunters, and
escaped a third. Time was running out, which is why Arnie had to turn to
Deacon, but Maria was barely a violent offender. Her whole mess had
apparently started with some overdue tickets, but it had quickly escalated
to a slew of charges including assault and resisting arrest when a small
town cop had pulled her over for reckless driving. Somehow the cop had been
shot in the foot, so a charge of attempted murder was added to the list, but
Arnie's read on it was the cop had discharged his weapon accidently and
blamed it on Maria to save face. The judge must have read it the same way or
Maria would have never made bail. Still, the bail was set relatively high
making Maria a lucrative target when she skipped.

"Don't get excessive with this, ok?" Arnie had pleaded as he handed over the
file. He might as well have said "The average yearly rainfall in LA is 15
inches." Deacon could have cared less.

Deacon gently ran his fingers over a black and white mugshot of Maria,
tracing her defiant pout. He sat no more than four feet away from her, a
thin cheap motel wall separating them. It was a small roadside stop off on
Interstate 8. None too far from Calexico, and more specifically damn near
the Mexican boarder. She was serious about running.

It was a done deal. She was not going to make it anywhere without Deacon
right behind her. In the morning he just had to literally toss her into the
back of the SUV and drive her less than 50 miles. Pretty simple task for
some $40k.

Deacon was restless. Horny. He had been looking at Maria's mugshot so
frequently that he could close his eyes and see her face. He was mesmerized,
enticed. Something about the look in her eyes --- fierce and angry, yet
eager for something. It was as though she was reaching through the picture,
begging him to come tame her --- daring him to --- and she was right next
door.

He heard her get up and turn on the shower. Instantly he envisioned Maria
wet and naked --- streams of soap suds across her tits and running down her
ass, almost like cum covering her tanned body. Her nipples stiff and perky
as she moved the water over them. He could almost feel her soft, slippery
flesh in his hands and he knew right then what he was going to do.

Deacon broke into her room with such ease anyone watching him enter would
have assumed he had a key. He made himself comfortable in the corner chair
next to the bed. He reached over and flicked off the bed side light.
Propping his feet on the bed, he pulled out a cigarette and idly rolled it
between his fingers... waiting.

She twisted the water off, and stepped out of the tub. She stubbed her toe,
sucked in her breath and let out a moan in pain. The sound was sensual, and
he felt his dick stiffen in anticipation. She cursed, and then went about
brushing her teeth. Finally she opened the door and froze. Maria knew she had
left the light on.

Her eyes had not fully adjusted to the dark room, and Maria clearly was
unaware of his presence. She had put on underwear --- a black lace bra and a
strappy little thong. She was still toweling off her damp hair as she
cautiously made her way across the room toward the table lamp. Deacon let
her get within arms' reach, and then flicked his lighter. She froze,
mid-step.

He took a drag on his cigarette, inhaling till it was lit. "Hello, Maria,"
he said, exhaling smoke and putting his lighter away.

She instinctively backed up, hunched over and modestly used the towel to hide
herself. She looked ready to scream.

In a fluid motion Deacon pushed himself up from the chair, dropping his
cigarette in the ash tray and advanced quickly towards her. He grabbed her,
then spun her around so she was facing away from him. He pulled her back
against him, covering her mouth tightly with his hand and burying his face
against her neck. She smelled sweet, floral. He breathed her in.

"Shhhh, you wouldn't want to get the cops involved, would you?" he whispered
soothingly. He gently kissed her neck. "This can't be too much of a
surprise, Maria. You knew someone was coming for you. Just your luck it was
me. Here's the deal, " he paused, and dragged her backwards so he could
reach his cigarette. With only one arm to control her, he released his grip
on her mouth and slipped his arm around her neck, keeping her in a loose
head-lock. Her hands wrapped around his forearm, but her effort to pry his
arm away was half hearted. She apparently wanted to hear the deal. He bided
his time, and smoked slowly.

"I can arrest you, bring you in and you'll have to face whatever it is you
think you can run from. Or, " he paused and leaned over to ash his
cigarette, arching her backwards as he did so. He held her that way a brief
moment since he enjoyed seeing her breasts from that angle, her nipples
poking at the lace material. "you can suck my cock and I'll get you to
Mexico."

"What?!" she shrieked outraged as she wriggled free and spun to face him
with an angry glare. Her arms were raised slightly, her hands were balled
into fists and she looked ready to throw a punch. He smirked back at her. He
already could tell she was the type of girl he needed to get his rocks off.

"What do you think you're you gonna do, sweetheart?" He pulled himself up to
his full height and flexed his muscles slightly. He knew how to look
intimidating. "I suggest you relax and get on your knees."

"Fuck you," she shot back.

He would have loved to see her pouty red lips stretched around his thick
cock as saliva and precum leaked out the corners of her mouth with each
thrust. He was patient though, and secretly thrilled that she was not
interested in submitting. "Tell you what. You make it through that door", he
gestured to the exit behind him, "in three minutes and you're free to go.
I'll give you a sporting 24 hours head start. That's plenty of time to
disappear south of the boarder."

She stood, dumbfounded, unsure what to do. It was an entirely bizarre
proposal, more nonsensical than his last offer. Finally she spoke, "And what
happens if I don't reach the door?"

He thought about it while he smoked. "Well, I'm not sure. But I'm betting
it'll make you wish you had just sucked my dick. Really that was the only
easy out for you."

She remained motionless, stunned.

"I suggest you get moving," he put his cigarette out and casually glanced at
his watch. "You've got two minutes and ten seconds left."

This spurred her into action. She swung her fists, throwing two quick
punches, both of which he evaded easily. She stumbled forward caught off
balance. He put an arm out and steadied her. "Come on, sweetheart. You'll
need to do better than that."

She jerked away from his touch. Her eyes were wide, panicked, as they darted
about. She dove to the left of him, back to the corner chair and snuck into
the small space between the wall and the chair. Picking up the old wooden
chair, she charged at him with it. He caught the legs before they drove
into his chest and wrenched the chair away from her. He put it down
softly, shaking his head mockingly. She glowered at him.

And then, her fist flew. It connected with his jaw, and it was immediately
apparent to him she had focused every ounce of strength into that one punch.
He blocked the second one, and then kicked her. Not a hard kick, just enough
to knock her off her feet. She landed on her ass, the wind knocked out of
her and sat there stunned.

Deacon wiped his mouth to check if his lip was bleeding, and smirked when he saw
glissening red streaks. Then his eyes focused on her and the sheer menacing
intent in his gaze prompted her to scramble to her feet as she backed up.
"Time's up, princess." He got to her before she had fully gained her
footing, and lifting her into the air he tossed her on the bed.

She attempted to roll off the bed onto her feet, but he was on top of her
before she could. He gripped her upper arms and held himself above her as he
pushed between her legs and ground his pelvis into her. Maria froze, "Don't.
Please don't."

He wrapped his hand around her throat. With her free hand Maria grasped his
wrist and tried to pry his hand away. "Don't!" she growled.

He lowered himself and pushed his face into her neck. "Shhh." he said
soothingly as he softly kissed her neck. He kissed down her neck, her chest
and then bit her nipple gently through the lace. She inhailed and moaned. He
moved to her other breast. He felt her hips move, subtly, lifting up into
him.

"Don't," Maria repeated, but this time she whispered it softly. Almost like a
sigh.

"Don't?" Deacon questioned tautingly, as he kissed back up her neck. He
kissed her mouth softly. "Don't?" He kissed her again, gently caressing her
lips with his tounge. Slowly, gingerly, she kissed him back. As her kisses
became more passionate, his grip on her relaxed.

He felt her slowly trying to move out from under him, somehow thinking her
kisses were enough to distract him from noticing. Deacon suddenly tightened
his hold and pressed his lips hard against hers. He forced his tounge deep
into her mouth.

His hand on her neck was warning enough to keep Maria from biting down, but
she squirmed and wimpered trying to adjust to the sudden invasion. Deacon
pushed even harder into the kiss forcing her to open wider for him. Her hand
moved from his wrist to his chest, where she attempted to push him back, but
he was unmovable.

He took a moment to focus on taking things slowly. She was going to take
more than just his toungue for him, but he wanted this to last. He pulled
back slightly, to ease her discomfort, but continued to probe her mouth with
his tounge. Eventually she returned his kiss.

He had slowed it down enough.

Deacon released her neck and pressed his forearm across her chest. With just
his arm pinning her, he removed a knife with his free hand and deftly
slipped the blade between her breasts and under her bra. With a flick of the
blade, her bra sprung open, exposing her plump breasts. He lifted his body
off her enough to access her underwear. He wrapped her thong around the
blade and in a swift movement, he had cut her free of it as well.

Maria was thrashing and attempting to roll away from him, so he placed the
blade against her neck. Immediately she settled down. "That's it,
sweetheart. Just take it easy." He withdrew the knife from her neck sat up
and settled back on his knees. "Behave," he warned her, but the look on her
face told him she was not going to sit still for long.

He pushed his hand between her legs and cupped her pubic mound in his palm.
He ran his finger along her opening from ass to clit, pleased with how warm
and wet she was. He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. Her eyes
widened in fear and she quickly sat up and moved to get off the bed.

Springing forward Deacon knocked her back, still maintaining his place
between her legs. He caught her flailing arms and held both her wrists in
one hand. He locked her arms above her head. In a last attempt to keep him
out, Maria clenched her thighs together but his weight forced her legs to
part.

He reached down and adjusted his position, placing the his dick inline with
her. Deacon was ready to split her pussy wide, but he resisted ramming himself
in. He settled himself on top of Maria and gently brushed her hair from her
face. Slow he began to ease in. She moaned loud and arched her back. Unsure
how loud she would be, he clamped his hand down over her mouth. "Just
relax", he instructed her, "and take it. All of it."

He continued to ease himself in. Her eyes grew wide and she began to squirm
upwards to avoid being penetrated by the full length of his shaft. He
released her wrists and grabbed her shoulder to prevent her from inching
away. She pushed against his chest with her newly freed hands, but only
lightly, resigned to her fate, and no doubt looking forward to it as well.

Using his grip Deacon pushed her down onto his dick, "I said all of it." He
felt her open up slightly and it became easier to push into her. "That's a
good girl," he encouraged her. "Just open for me, and you'll enjoy this
too." Maria thought she had taken all that she could, but he suddenly rammed
even further into her. She screamed against his hand.

Deacon paused, now fully in, his balls flush against her ass. She began rocking
her hips, rythmically and gently --- moving herself ever so slightly up and
down his cock. He remained motionless, enjoying the sensation. Suddenly he
felt her pussy muscles spasm. Sporatically at first, but then her muscles
clenched his dick multiple times in rapid succession. Her body was already
preparing to orgasm for him.

He could not hold back any longer. He pulled himself nearly out and then
thrust into her, hard. He began pumping into her roughly and without mercy,
rocking the bed. Maria's muffled cries indicated he was hurting her, but he
was not persuaded to slow his onslaught. He uncovered her mouth, not caring
about the concequences. He wanted to hear her scream for him.

Maria's cries became more urgent, but increasingly they ended in sensual
moans. She was again building towards her climax. She stiffened and sucked
in air, her legs clamping against his side and she remained still for
several moments as he continued ramming into her. She suddenly bucked and
let out an explosive cry as she came with insane force. Her pussy clenched
down tightly and he paused, waiting for her muscles to relax.

After several moments, Maria went limp, moaning softly. Deacon resumed
thrusting into her, but she barely reacted as she lay there enjoying the
tail end of her orgasm. Annoyed with her new found passiveness, Deacon
pulled out. He grabbed a pillow and placed it by her hips and then roughly
flipped her over onto it.  The pillow proped her ass in the air, just enough
to give him perfect access. He threw himself onto her, sinking his dick
completely into her wet, swollen pussy. Surprised, Maria yelped.

"That's right, sweetheart, it's not over yet." Grabbing a fistfull of her
hair, he continued fucking her in earnest, drawing cries and moans out of
her. He lifted himself up enough so he could watch himself repeatedly
entering her. Her ass and back muscles tense as she struggled to endure his
thrusts.

His breath was coming hard and fast as he neared orgasm. He pulled out last
minute and blew his load all over her back and hair. Deacon stood, and
zipped up his pants, leaving her sprawled across the bed, naked and covered
in his cum. He enjoyed the sight of her ravaged body.

She took a few moments and then got up slowly as though she could not trust
her legs to hold her weight. She staggered to the bathroom, grabbing a
handful of clothes as she went and he heard the shower running again. He
also heard her messing around with the bathroom window.

When she struggled and worked her way through the bathroom window, he was
there, outside, waiting for her in the alley behind the hotel.

He stood between her and the only exit to the alley.  "Going somewhere?" He
moved in quickly to grab her, locking her tightly against him. "I'm far from
being done with you," he hissed in her ear.

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