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The Confession of Alexa Connor (ff:bondage, 7546 words)
Author: free2write	Added: Jul 05 2012	Views/Reads: 6219/4912 [79%]	Story vote: 9.46 (28 votes)
A professional burglar is caught stealing a painting in the house of a wealthy heiress who proceeds to use her own methods to extract a confession.

"It's a masterpiece!" They were standing in the Countess' expansive drawing room. The light was dim, as if to emphasize the secrecy of their meeting. Heavy curtains were drawn against the darkness outside. A log fire was crackling in an imposing fireplace at the opposite end of the room. "A true masterpiece," the Countess repeated. She was pacing slowly, her attention directed towards a tall circular table standing in the middle of the room on thin, elaborately decorated wooden legs. Poised obscenely on top of it was the sculpture of an oversize, erect phallus. It was carved in exquisite detail from a single piece of wood: a smooth glans proudly crowning a sinewy shaft of impressive girth. Its entire length was crisscrossed by a network of thin veins, accentuated sharply by the soft light of a table lamp caressing it from one side. It was carved with such skill that it positively appeared to be pulsating, as if caught in the throes of a violent orgasm. Alexa was standing silently a few paces in retreat, her gaze following the countess as she attentively studied her new acquisition from all sides. The hardwood floor was creaking softly under her steps. For a moment she seemed oblivious to the presence of somebody else in the room. Then she looked up suddenly, as if some tangent thought had broken her concentration. "Oh, of course. Your fee. But please, take a seat while I do the necessary," she said cordially. Alexa followed her accross the room where an L-shaped leather couch and matching armchair were facing each other in front of the fireplace. She remained standing while the countess accessed a safe hidden behind a painting. "In cash as promised," she said as she handed Alexa a stack of notes inside an envelope. "Can I offer you a drink? To celebrate our success?" Without waiting for an answer she walked to the small bar where a lonely bottle of scotch was standing next to an acrylic ice cube bucket and three tumblers neatly arranged on a tray. She fixed two whiskey on the rocks, using tongs to drop a large ice cube into each glass. "Shall we sit down for a minute? There is something I would like to discuss with you," she said as she handed Alexa her drink. They sat facing each other silently over an antique coffee table, the countess in her armchair, legs crossed, and Alexa on the couch, leaning forward with elbows on her knees, holding her glass with both hands. The stiff drink and the cosy warmth of the log fire were making her sleepy. She watched the shadows dancing on the countess' face, studying her not for the first time. She was attractive, in her mid thirties perhaps. Rather young to be a called a countess, Alexa thought. Her husband had disappeared in a light aircraft some years earlier, leaving her fortune and a title. After his death she had lived like a recluse for some time, mourning his loss as was assumed, until she emerged one day, transformed from dutiful wife into a strong-willed and independent woman, ready to enjoy the freedom that great wealth can buy. And this was how, one day, her path had crossed Alexa's. "I just learned of another piece in Evelyn Vaughn's collection," the countess suddenly said, interrupting Alexa's thoughts. "It's an oil painting of an orgy between clergy and nuns in a catholic church. All under the watchful eye of the holy son." She paused for effect, looking straight into Alexa's eyes. "It caused quite a scandal, as you can imagine." She smiled mischievously, took a sip from her drink and leaned back into her armchair. "I would like you to get it for me." "With all due respect," Alexa replied carefully, "but I thought we had discussed this as part of our agreement. I never visit the same place twice." "I appreciate that yours is a dangerous profession, Ms Connor. Rest assured that I am willing to compensate you appropriately for your troubles." "Why don't you simply buy it from her?" Alexa retorted. "It might even

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