Shadow Patrol

The sparse raindrops clung to the rusty shutters of a dirty bar that stood on the corner of a grimy city street. The neon sign flickered hesitantly, casting a faint light on the faces of two figures lurking in the shadows, out of sight.

“You know the politicians of the Old World would cut their tongues out if they knew what was brewing in the alleys of this godforsaken city,” the man in the tattered cloak muttered, exhaling blue smoke into the humid air.

“They would savour every drop, brother,” replied the massive figure of a woman, her scarred face hidden by a black hood as she spat purple phlegm onto the cracked pavement. “Power has always been like a disease. No cure, only symptoms.” Her smile flashed from beneath her black hood, grimly amused in the dim light.

Sirens howled in the narrow alleyway, and the city skyline glowed like the eyes of a demon, thousands of tiny lights rising from below. The air was saturated with the stench of despair and madness familiar to the city’s inhabitants.

“Then I guess we have work to do,” the hooded woman said, unwrapping something cold and slippery from the cloth. “Time to give these bastards a taste of their own medicine.”

The man looked down at her with a mixture of amusement and desire. – ‘You always had a way of making things interesting, sis,’ he said in a low and husky voice.

She smirked at him before quickly dropping to her knees. With practised ease, she undid the zip on his trousers and took him into her mouth.

He groaned with pleasure as she worked her magic, but his mind remained focused on their mission. “We need to be careful,” he said between intermittent breaths. “These politicians have eyes and ears everywhere.”

The woman pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her palm. “Don’t worry about me,” she said with a sly grin. “I’m like a ghost in this town.”

He grinned before sobering up again. “But we can’t afford any mistakes tonight,” he warned.

The two figures headed across the outskirts of the city towards a large house outside its walls. They passed through an invisible barrier and the wall opened, allowing them to enter. The house was silent except for the sound of their footsteps echoing off the marble floors. They walked quickly and silently towards their target’s room.

As they approached, they heard a loud voice coming from inside. A woman’s voice was shouting angrily at someone. The hooded woman gestured for her companion to stay put as she slipped into the room unnoticed.

Inside, she found the wife of one of the most powerful politicians in the city strutting back and forth in front of a large window overlooking the horizon. She was alone, but her anger did not subside.

“How did you get in here? What do you want here?” – The politician’s wife demanded, turning to her unexpected guest.

“We came to give your husband a message,” the hooded woman replied calmly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the politician’s wife snapped back defensively.

“Your husband is corrupt,” said the man, who followed his partner into the room unnoticed. “And we intend to make sure he pays for his crimes.”

The politician’s wife grinned contemptuously at them both before turning on her heels and walking out of the room without another word.

The hooded woman’s eyes narrowed as she watched the politician’s wife leave. She turned to her partner and nodded, silently indicating that they needed to act quickly before the woman raised the alarm. They followed her out of the room and down the long corridor until they reached a small storage room at the end.

Without warning they pounced on her, grabbed her arms and tied them tightly behind her back with thick rope. The politician’s wife wriggled and screamed, but it was no use. They were too strong for her.

The stubby man pushed her roughly onto the nearest table while his partner began to remove her clothes, and quite sexy ones at that. The politician’s wife resisted harder now, desperately trying to break free of their grip. The man arched her back, revealing from behind all the beauty the politician’s wife was capable of. She swore and scolded, but they too were relentless in their desire for revenge against her husband.

The politician’s wife choked when the stubby man’s huge cock penetrated deep into her mouth, his hands gripping her hair to control the pace. Meanwhile, the hooded woman took up a position behind her, fingering and lubricating her pussy. The wife mooed with the huge cock in her mouth, going back and forth and pounding her throat. Suddenly she felt something strange from behind, it was a large and puffy dildo entering her inflamed and sensitive pussy. The politician’s wife was thrashing and moaning in agonising passion as they continued to torment both her holes from behind and in front.

But suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. The two figures froze in place, their eyes meeting with fear and uncertainty. “Open up! It’s the police!” A shout came from outside.

The hooded woman quickly pulled away from the politician’s wife and began to hastily clean herself up, while the man tried to calm his victim, who was now shaking more like a rolling orgasm.

“What do we do?” The hooded woman whispered insistently.

“We need to get out of here,” the man replied firmly.

They quickly untied the politician’s wife and injected a speedy sleeping pill before heading for the emergency exit at the back of the warehouse. But just as they were ready to reach it, approaching footsteps were heard from behind them.

“Freeze in place!” A commanding voice bellowed.

The hooded woman quickly turned around and threw a small smoke bomb at the feet of the approaching policeman. The room immediately filled with thick grey smoke, drawing a middle finger that obscured their view and allowed the two figures to slip past them unnoticed.

Once outside, they rushed through the dark streets of the city, their hearts pounding with fear and adrenaline. They knew they had just miraculously escaped certain death.

After driving a few blocks, they finally slowed down to catch their breath. “We need to be more careful,” the man said between convulsive breaths. “The police are getting faster every day.”

His partner nodded in agreement before giving herself over for a deep kiss. It was their way of celebrating another successfully completed assignment.

Later that night, they sat down together for a romantic dinner in an upscale hotel room. The hooded woman sat pensively on the couch sipping champagne with her legs spread wide, playing with the tips in front of his nose before breaking the silence.

“Do you ever wonder if it’s all worth it?” – she asked quietly.

The stubby man tore his gaze away from his plate and met her gaze seriously. “Every single day,” he answered honestly. “But we have to keep fighting for what’s right, even if we have to sacrifice everything to do it.”

“Sacrifice yours first… – woman poked him cheerfully and sat on his face. -…mouth.”

With those words, she began to ride, flex and boil with passion from his sensual tongue in her bosom, and even more from the exciting projects ahead of them together.

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