-It's done. Yeah, it's almost ready. No, you can't come, you must. It's a three person mattress. I have just finished the transfer. A taxi. Yes, but I don't have a driving license. Because I am..., was rich. I've missed you too. Bye.- Alexandra was talking on the cell phone with Carmen.

Alexandra had transfered the clean money to a legal account, while the dirty money was protected by a safe, that had been bought under the advise of a very good thief, a thief that, of course, had the means to open said safe, so she just gave her the password. A leap of faith. Her mind had been perverted beyond recognition by a sexy thief and her do-gooder not-exactly-boyfriend. Along all her life her only worry had been her own self-interest. Not anymore. She had been weak, or so she thought.

Suddenly a hand grabbed her forearm and something hard with a nearly oval shape pressed on her back. A woman on her late forties dressed with a cheap suit stepped in front of her and grabbed her cell phone.

-Alexandra Bizet, you are under arrest.- The woman said.

-Detective Susana Bussani, the other one must be Figaro Benucci. They've been after me for years. Crap.- Alex was pretty sure that they didn't have any important evidence, and they just intended to scare her.

-Any warrant, Bussani?

-The place where we are going? We don't need them.



Benucci threw a bucket of water over her. She had lost consciousness again. She was still on the same old wooden chair. With the same rope they had tied her upper torso to the backseat, her hands on the small of her back, and her ankles to the chair's legs. She had been there already thirty hours.

She was staring to regret her last life choices. She had many ideas but her family was too traditional. Their sources of dirty money were solid and they didn't see the need to take any risk. Besides, despite that her father had many more enemies than friends, his confreres still didn't aprove him being betrayed and murdered by his own daughter. In part they feared that she would do the same to them, which wasn't entirely wrong.

Instead of keep clashing against a wall, she just decided to do what her not-exactly-friends advised her. Take your part of the money. Appoint a successor. Go legal. Come live with us. She just did that. She knew that she would be alone from that moment on, but she hoped that living hundreds of kilometers far from that city, her family's enemies wouldn't find her. And even if they did, she could defend herself. She certainly wasn't expecting that a pair of dirty cops, in the middle of the day, in a crowded street would shove her into a car, stun her with a taser and take her god knows where. For the salty smell of the air, probably close to the docks.

-Again, where is your money?- Benucci insisted.- We know you've brought some.

-Again, no.- His fist landed on her stomach this time.

-Speak.- He insisted.- Nobody is coming. Your family has ditched you out. You are completely alone.

They had been beating the crap out of her. Punches, kicks, electric shocks with a car battery, threats and a pair of superficial cuts on her chest and thighs with a knife. They had even groped her breasts and fingered her pussy in a not friendly way, after undressing her fully, to make use of the late autumn's chilly air. She could take it. Her father had done worse to train her, as he said, but also to satisfy his perversed tastes, she suspected. Her father had whipped her more than once. The size and number of the whip marks on her skin surprised the dirty cops, who probably believed that she was a just a rich little girl who wanted to play with the big guys. She didn't play, nobody had taught her.

-Oh, come on! This is taking too long.- Bussani complained. Alex knew that they she couldn't resist indefinitely, but hopefully more time than they could afford to waste. If they didn't kill her, she would show them how big their mistake had been.

-Not today, though. Maybe in a pair of weeks. My ribs hurt. Do I need an hospital? Do I have a social security number?- As usual she was thinking ahead.

She broke her line of thoughts when she heard the unmistakable sound of the engine of a big motor bike. Either that was another cop or that was her. If that was her, she would owe her a favour and that hurt her pride, while at the same time filled her with a very warm sensation in her chest and between her legs that she couldn't rationally explain.

-Who is that?- Benucci, that tall, strong, slightly overweighted, sixty something years old man, scratched his bald head. Mystery solved, it was her.

Her steel capped boots echoed in the empty three stories warehouse. She walked calmly, rocking her hips clad in tight jeans. She carried her helmet in one hand, thus showing her face to a pair of dirty cops. She opened her leather jacket. Her top covered the upper half of her chest but let see her midriff, were a beautiful natural sized green, blue and purple hummingbird could be seen under the dim light of the two old bulbs connected to the same battery they had used to torture Alex. To her surprise Carmen was also wearing the black leather collar with a one inch ornamental steel ring hanging from a small square plate on the front. The collar that Alex had put on her during an unforgettable night of passion, asking her to keep it there. The two dirty cops aimed at her with their guns.

-Can we help you?- Benucci asked.

-Oh, yes. You have something that I want badly. It belongs to me. Or maybe..., I belong to her. It's arguable.- Carmen's sentence increased the heat Alex was feeling on her chest and groin.

-Yeah?- Bussani replied.- And you are?

-The hummingbird.

-The hummingbird? The art thief?- Bussani asked mockingly. Alex couldn't understand why Carmen was showing her face and being so outspoken.- Well, then. Come and get it. There is two of us and we are armed.

-Lady...- She stopped around three meters away from them.- I was going to be polite. I truly was. But she is naked and bleeding and all bruised.- The roguish smile she had been showing banished. Her tone of voice changed.- A world of pain is coming for you.

She threw her helmet at Benucci hitting his face. Bussani shot a couple of times but Carmen wan't there anymore. She bent down and, placing a hand on the floor, she made a pirouette, kicking Benucci on his face. Alex heard the sound of a few broken teeth.

Bussani tried to aim but Benucci was very big and Carmen was constantly moving so he would eclipse her completely. It was clear that she was having fun. She punched him on the stomach pit, then his Addam's apple, kicked him on his testicles, punched  on his stomach twice, dodged his clumsy punch, grabbed his wrist and broke it with a quick turn, broke his knee with a kick and maude a pause to laugh.

Then, as she was still holding his wrist and he was too stunned to fight back, she made him turn around, punched twice on the same kidney kicked him on the back of his broken knee, making him kneel and using his big torso as a cover, she surrounded his neck with her arms and broke it making a loud snap.

Bussani's shock for her mate's death gave Carmen enough time to attack. She grabbed her helmet off the floor and threw it to the cop. That gave her a pair of seconds to get closer. Bussani tried to aim at her again, but Carmen grabbed the gun. They tussled a bit, until Carmen kicked her on her shin and hit her three times with her elbow on her face. The cop withdrew and, with her left hand, she produced the knife she had on the back of her waist, but Carmen shot her on her upper arm. The pain forced her to let go the knife. That was her last mistake. Carmen picked it up on the air and plunged it up to the handle in her chin, the blade going through her face, pinching her brain, killing her instantly.

-Please, don't laugh. I hate feeling weak.- Alex asked when Carmen went to check on her.

-Laugh?- Carmen squatted down and kissed Alex on the lips.- I was fucking worried. I'll untie you quickly.- She cut the ropes with the knife.- We owe Prosper a favour. I've had to ask for his help.- Prosper was her usual informant and occasional employer.

-We?

-Yes, we.

-There is not a we. I won't let you pay for my mist...- Carmen grabbed Alexandra's chin and cheeks preventing her from speaking.

-Don't you dare to finish that sentence, missy. Got it?- Carmen's reaction scared Alex.- Got it!?- She nodded.- Good. Now help me throwing this idiots into the sea.



An hour later they were in Alexandra's new appartment. Carmen had prepared a hot bath with bubbles. Alex was sitting in front and Carmen behind, hugging her, a hand on her breast, her thumb toying with the nipple, the other hand on Alex' crotch, two fingers inside her, caressing slowly and softly her g-spot.

-You are a much better fighter than I am.- Alex said after a good wide in silence struggling with her damaged prime.

-Yes.- Carmen squeezed softly Alexandra's breast and nibbled her ear.

-You lied.

-Yes.- Carmen extracted her fingers, toyed with Alex' clit a bit, making her shake and moan, and then put them back inside.

-But when we play bondage games you let me be in charge. Why? You could easily overpower me.

-I don't want to overpower you.- She extracted her fingers again and pressed on Alexandra's clit twice with her thumb and index. She grabbed the edges of the tub and lifted her because of the intensity of that jolt of pleasure. Carmen brought her back, using her elbows and legs to embrace her even tighter, and returned to caress Alex' g-spot.- I want you to dominate me the way I know you can...- She made a short pause and whispered to her ear.- …, my goddess.

-I don't quite undertand you, little bird.- Since Carmen had used the nickname they used in their games, she did the same.- Could you, please, explain me how can I possibly dominate someone who can kill two expert shooters, unarmed, in fifteen seconds?

-Is not easy to explain because is not easy to understand. But I'll try.- She made a pause looking for the words.- Your father and his goons, undoubtedly a very dangerous bunch, were so afraid of me that kept me chained all the time and even buried me alive. When you opened my cage I knew that you were even more dangerous but, perhaps, in a different way. Another kind of strength. More subtle. You made me feel horny at first sight.- She laughed and kissed Alex on the neck.- Then you offered me a good deal, which made me feel indebted, for which I decided not to kill you, a decision that gave you even more power over me, therefor making you more attractive. You treated me, your enemy, with respect. You let me call my boy, who was very worried. You let me speak freely. You let me be myself. You let me plan our jobs and took into account my ideas. All of which made my debt bigger, giving you more power, making you sexier. You also used moderate violence to prove your resolution. You kept me chained but not in pain.- She laughed again.- You even controlled my orgasms. Again, showing me your power, making you sexier.

-So, in your opinion I'm hot?

-You were very, very, very, hot.- She kissed her neck again.- I get goosebumps whenever I remember all that.

-And what about José, your not-exactly-boyfriend? He also has power over you?- Carmen tensed, that particular topic made her very uncomfortable.

-He...,- She needed a moment to put words to her feelings.- …, was always there. In the best and the worst moments. He is..., everything. His power is absolute, endless, unbound..., except that he doesn't know that. And if you make him happy, if you make him whole, you'll also have that power.- She accelerated the speed at which her fingers gave Alex not exactly what she needed, but exactly what she wanted.- If you want me to be yours, that is the way.

-So be it.