The Redemption of Sam
Chapter 5
[HARD M RATING] This takes place during season 3 a bit after vs. The Fake Name.
Sarah has been punishing herself for her error in trusting Shaw instead of Chuck. Eventual Charah
Warning: This chapter contains graphic descriptions of violence.
Warning: This also has graphic depictions of consensual sex acts.
Warning: Some might consider this Pr0n scantily clad with very little plot.
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A/N : Those looking for canon should try the Royal Arsenal in Woolwich, UK.
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Glossary
PLA – People's Liberation Army
MSS – Ministry for State Security (Kind of a Chinese combo of CIA & FBI)
AFV – Armored Fighting Vehicle
PMC – Private Military Contractor (in decades past they were referred to as Mercenaries or Soldiers of Fortune)
Wednesday Evening
10 Minutes after last contact with Chuck
Alley Behind the Chinese Consulate
Bangkok, Thailand
The van was idling in the alley behind the Chinese Consulate and was occupied by two very antsy field agents waiting impatiently for their third. It had been 20 minutes since Chuck had reported that he'd flashed on an MSS Major who happened to be accompanied at the trade dinner by Carmen, his Ring asset.
It had been 10 minutes since they'd heard the MSS Major force Chuck to dance with Carmen. His comms had cut out just after he'd finished dancing with Carmen. The mic had started getting garbled when they heard Chuck ask Carmen why she was there and then the mic hissed with static. The mic came back just in time for Sarah to hear Carmen ask if she could see Chuck back in the States and hear him agree.
Then the comm went completely silent. It had been silent for the last 10 minutes and Sarah and Carina were both getting more and more worried.
Carina said she thought it was a pretty big coincidence that an MSS Major and a Ring agent were at the same trade dinner at which Chuck was to meet with a mole in the Chinese Navy.
Sarah Walker sure as hell didn't believe in coincidences.
"Carina, somethings rotten in Denmark, I'm going in through the kitchen and see if I can find Chuck." Sarah was getting up to move to the sliding door on the side of the van closest to the Consulate.
"Sarah, you know what our orders are!?" Carina had a mixture of concern and warning in her tone as she reached out and put her hand on her partner's arm.
"I know, but I can't leave Chuck all by himself in there and I promise to only tranq the staff." she pulled Chuck's tranq gun from the holster on her hip. Using his tranq gun made her feel somehow closer to him.
"Our orders were to advise and observe, so advise those bastards, if they hurt our Chuckles that their bosses will observe us as we remove them from the gene pool."
Carina smiled at Sarah and patted her arm, then reached for the silenced MP-5SD submachine gun beside her seat as she saw a grin spread over Sarah's face.
Suddenly the door on the other side of the van slid open and both women whirled and pointed their weapon's at whoever had decided it was a bright idea to sneak up on two rather agitated spies.
They saw Carmen in her form fitting white dress with her clutch and her stilettos dangling from her right hand. Carmen quickly raised her hands high above her head in a gesture of surrender.
"Don't shoot, I come in peace!"
"And you'll leave in pieces if you don't tell us where Chuck is, Carmen!" Sarah held the tranq gun steady and pointed it menacingly in her face as she spat out the woman's name.
"Relax Sa...Agent Walker. I have info on how you can track him and also a contact number for a PMC you can use to help rescue our guy." She slowly lowered her hands and opened her clutch under the watchful eyes of both women.
"What the hell happened in there Carmen? The last we heard from Chuck he was headed for the exit and saw a MSS Major and you at the bar near his exit. Next thing we hear he's dancing with you and getting propositioned, then nothing." Sarah's voice had an accusatory and jealous edge to it and her blue eyes burned with fire. She was so angry that she hadn't caught Carmen's slip when addressing her.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch Sar..I mean Agent Walker. Major Guang had a trap set for Chuck and I only found out right before we encountered him at the trade dinner. He wanted me to take Chuck on the dance floor and distract him so his men could surround him. Now the PLA have him and they've hustled him out the front to a waiting truck. They're planning on taking him to Vientiane, Laos and then flying him from there on to China." Carmen had gotten the Ring phone with the tracker info on it out of her clutch and handed it to Sarah along with an adapter to plug it into their computer.
Carina finally spoke up as she was looking suspiciously down the sites of her MP-5SD 9mm with integral suppressor. The woman she was aiming her submachine gun at looked remarkably like an old friend and her former mistress. "Why does this MSS Major have such a hard on for Chuckles? What did he ever do to the jerk? Steal his girl? Sleep with his daughter or something?"
Carmen turned an appraising eye to the beautiful blue eyed red head pointing the submachine gun at her and smiled. Carina could have sworn she'd seen a flash of recognition from the woman Sarah addressed as Carmen. However it was gone as soon as it had happened almost imperceptible enough to make Carina second guess herself. She'd also caught that this Carmen seemed to have slipped when addressing Sarah. She had to wonder at the familiarity and would ask Sarah about her.
"As a matter of fact, he said that Chuck stole his favorite niece, a woman named Mei-Ling Cho. I got some really creepy vibes from him when he said her name. Seems he'd been grooming her for something and Chuck had screwed up his plans. He said that Chuck had dishonored the whole Cho family. He doesn't seem the forgiving type so you guys are going to have to make arraignments to hit a PLA convoy quickly in order to get our boy back. Good news is that the typical drive to the Laotian boarder takes at around 6 hours if your not in a military convoy."
She turned to Sarah "If you plug that Ring phone into your communications computer it has the frequency for the GPS chip I injected into Chuck's neck so you could track him and set up an ambush. There's also the number of a PMC that operates in the area who have helicopters that can deploy anywhere within Thailand, Laos, or Cambodia in under two hours. You can use them to help get Chuck back before those PLA bastards get him across the boarder. Oh and one bit of good news is that they shoved him into a specially designed transport box that is resistant to small arms fire. Now, I have to get back before the Major starts to miss me too much. I'll keep him busy for as long as I can so that you'll have time to organize a rescue but you have to move your asses now!"
With that Carmen readjusted her dress to show more cleavage then slammed the van door and disappeared back into the Consulate putting her heels on as she went.
Carina looked at Sarah and winked, "Better she entertain the Major than you, as I don't think Chuck would ever want to share you with a scumbag like that guy. By the way, who is that Carmen chick? Except for those green eyes, she's the spitting image of Zondra. Like spookily similar, could be her twin."
Sarah was headed back to the computers in the back of the van as Carina got them moving around to the front of the embassy. They arrived just in time to see a large green PLA Truck joining up with what looked to be two armored infantry vehicles (most people would think of them as small 8 wheeled tanks) and turn in the direction of the highway out of Bangkok.
Sarah unlocked the comm computer and plugged in the Ring phone, importing the data Carmen had entered on it.
"Carmen is Chuck's new asset, a Ring double agent. He just turned her Monday afternoon in Castle. Yes, she looks way too much like Zondra, kind of brings up some old issues for me. Wonder if she's taking the Major to a cheap motel on a motorcycle as well." Carina didn't miss the sarcasm or bitchiness when Sarah mentioned the 'cheap motel' or 'motorcycle'. There was something there but they'd have plenty of time to discuss it on the way.
"So, we calling those PMC friend's of Carmen's to help us? Or do we have some Agency assault teams to call on? And are we going to tell Beckman before or after we rescue Chuckles, I mean Chuck?"
Sarah let out a relieved sigh. "Thanks for switching to Chuck as we both know he's much too important to diminish, and deserves to be addressed as Chuck or Master. I think we should inform the General once we've recovered Chuck, as she thought this was a trap and we just proved her right. Which means that there is probably a mole in the office of the DNI. Also, I think with the probability of a mole on our side we have no choice but to use non-Agency assets. So would you call the PMC and I'll use our comms and computers to try and find a friendly armed drone to help us keep an eye on that convoy from 20,000 feet. I will also try and establish a satellite uplink in order to track Chuck through the GPS transponder Carmen injected into him."
Carina smiled tightly and let out a laugh. "I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder, and Guilder to frame for it. I'm swamped."
Sarah gave her an inquisitive look not getting the reference. "What's that from?"
"Your kidding, right? Chuck never made you watch the Princess Bride on one of your cover dates?"
"No, but he did make me watch a bunch of Twilight Zone and Star Trek or was it Wars, I can never remember. Whatever it was it made him not want to wear red shirts when he was a kid. It was kind of adorable" Sarah smiled softly at the memory.
"It was Trek and you can tell him about how adorable he is once we get him back, now back to business. Give me that phone and you work on finding us a drone and then the satellite."
Carina was keeping the convoy at a hundred meter separation just in sight of the last Armored vehicle, but only till they got a drone to follow them. She heard Sarah's fingers flying on the keyboard as she worked to acquire a done and satellite for them. Carina hit the button on the phone and held it in one hand while she steered with the other.
Late Wednesday Evening
1 Hour after Chuck's Kidnapping
Northbound on Route 2
Outside Bankok, Thailand
Chuck came to consciousness quickly after the vehicle he figured he was riding in had hit a large pot hole or bump. He was extremely cramped, hot and sweaty in what seemed to be a metal box. He was laying on his back, wrists bound in front of him by zip tie and resting on his crotch. His ankles were bound with zip ties as well but his legs were bent and his knees pressed to his chest. In the dark he could just make out that the box had a lid that was directly above him. The lock on the lid looked flimsy and like it would give if he could just kick at it. The truly frustrating thing was that in his current pretzel like shape he knew he couldn't kick with anywhere near the force it would take to free himself. He could hear voices around him and figured he must be in some kind of Army truck as the men speaking to each other sometimes mentioned ranks. The general topic of conversation was rather disturbing to him as he heard the mens' fears when mentioning the MSS Major's threats against their families. At the mention of the MSS Major, Chuck began to freak out a little thinking about what the Major had said about torturing him and he began to spiral.
Then he remembered Carmen's fingers running through his hair, the smell of her perfume, the smoothness of her cheek as he kissed it, her soothing voice and her musical laugh. He started to calm down, she'd said she would contact Sarah and Carina and that they would rescue him. He just had to be patient, have faith and wait for them. He wasn't sure why he trusted her but he'd known instinctively that he could the first time he'd looked into her green eyes on that bench at the observatory.
He started the deep breathing exercises that Sarah had taught him, he focused on a mental picture of her in her new collar with the blue tag hanging from it. His breathing became deep and steady. It took on a rhythmic quality and his heart rate slowed as he relaxed as much as his cramped circumstance allowed. As he continued his breathing exercises his nose started to tickle and with supreme annoyance he realized that half his fake mustache had come loose and was being blown across the base of his nostril. 'Well that's just great, now this is going to drive me crazy', he thought to himself.
Thursday Morning
4 Hours After Chuck's Kidnapping
Along Northbound Route 2
Khon Kaen Province, Thailand
The lead Type 08 AFV in the PLA convoy headed for Laos was the reconnaissance variant. The eight wheeled vehicle had a full suite of electronics, sensors, cameras, satellite uplink and even a drone it could launch to provide ariel coverage and intelligence to the troops in the attack waves that would normally follow it in battle. It was every bit as advanced technologically as anything the Russians or the West had ever deployed in combat.
The vehicle was equipped with a turret that mounted a 30mm auto canon along with a coaxial mounted 7.62mm machine gun and smoke launchers. It had armor that could withstand any infantry weapon up to and including the Browning M2 .50 caliber machine gun.
However, no matter how good its armor against projectiles fired from infantry weapons, it was no match for the AGM-114 Hellfire missile that impacted it from directly above on the more thinly armored top of the vehicle.
The Hellfire missile had been launched by an orbiting Predator drone the U.S. had sold to Thailand. It was an aging model but still good for surveillance and also carried a deadly complement of two Hellfire missiles.
The Type 08 AFV exploded into a brilliant fireball and slewed to a stop in the middle of the road. Luckily none of the lead Type 08's occupants had survived the initial explosion, as the it started burning as soon as the fireball disappeared.
Its burning hulk effectively blocking the northbound lanes of Route 2. It cut off the northern progress of the mini convoy unless they decided to go off road and chance the truck breaking an axel or damaging their cargo (which was not an option). The rest of the convoy had no option but to try and turn around and go back till they could find a way back north to Laos.
The driver of the FAW MV3 saw the Type 08 explode 100 meters in front of him. He reacted instinctively and down shifted through the gears carefully slowing the truck and then standing on the brakes and bracing for impact. The truck skidded as the breaks locked up and the tires lost traction.
It came to a stop within ten meters from what had been an eight wheeled Type 08 armored vehicle but was now just a twisted burning hulk. Rather than trying to survive the death of its mount, the PLA flag that had flown from a whip antenna on the AFV was burning as well.
The driver of the FAW MV3 quickly looked behind him, while putting the truck into reverse, to see if the Type 08 following them was slowing down or would hit them. He had no choice but to reverse his course provided the Type 08 AFV following him didn't plow into the back of his truck.
He saw the trailing Type 08 slowing perfectly as its driver slewed it to the left onto the shoulder of the roadway in order to avoid the FAW MV3 truck. Right at that moment he caught movement from the corner of his eye and just seconds before it impacted saw the conical RPG-7 rocketing toward his cab. He barely had a chance to yell to the soldier beside him but it was already too late.
The FAW MV3's cab exploded into flame and its occupants were killed almost instantly. The truck rocked violently as its cab exploded and then stilled. The front of the truck was a burning smoking twisted mass of metal and was only vaguely identifiable as what it had been.
The soldiers in the back of the truck jumped from the vehicle and most assumed a defensive position around the back of its bed. All except one who dropped his rifle and began running for cover. The sergeant of the detachment rose and fired a burst from his PM-63 submachine gun into the back of the running man, who screamed out as he crumpled to the ground, dead. The sergeant quickly established command of the rest of the squad and ordered his men to find targets and engage the force ambushing the convoy.
Almost immediately the soldiers from the truck started taking heavy fire from what sounded like dual machine guns that chattered out of the dense underbrush of a thicket of short trees on the right side of the road. The machine guns spat metal jacketed death at the exposed soldiers. Because of the PLA soldiers' exposed position and lack of cover they fell in sequence like a row of dominos as the rounds criss crossed them as if Death himself had swung his scythe. The sergeant (who was still standing) jerked around like a marionette with its strings cut as he was hit with a burst and collapsed to join his men in the afterlife.
At the same time the forces from the truck were coming under attack, the trailing Type 08 AFV, having come to a stop, opened and four soldiers made it out before it was rocked by another AGM-114 Hellfire missile hitting the top of the turret and causing it to explode.
Another large fireball erupted from this vehicle just like the one currently burning at the front of the convoy.
The four men, who'd just escaped the AFV, made a dash for the truck while returning fire into the dense underbrush at the side of the road from which they'd seen the tracer rounds emerge from the unit that took out their comrades from the truck. Whoever was mounting the attack must have had at least a platoon thought the last man to fall while defending the wrecked FAW MV3 truck and its contents.
All told from the time the first missile had hit the lead Type 08 AFV till the last PLA soldier had fallen within meters of the burning wreck of the FAW MV3 truck only 8 minutes had elapsed.
A further five minutes passed and then two slim black clad figures (one with a blonde ponytail and the other with a red ponytail) very cautiously emerged from the dense underbrush of the thicket beside the northbound lanes of Route 2.
The figures in black fatigues both carried M249 5.56mm SAW light machine guns whose barrels were red hot with smoke rising off them. They cautiously approached the back of the truck checking for survivors amongst the downed soldiers.
Once they determined there were none in the immediate area, the blonde jumped into the bed of the truck. Only to emerge five minutes later with a tall curly haired man in an extremely wrinkled and dirty tux. When he reached the ground he turned and helped the blonde soldier down from the tailgate of the burning truck. He then turned and grabbed the red headed soldier and engaged in what was described as a soul searing kiss.
At least that is how the only survivor of the ambush described it to the scary MSS Major. He delivered his report shortly before said Major angrily rewarded his survival by sending him to join his comrades. Major Guang didn't tolerate failure in his subordinates or his allies. He looked at his green eyed female Gweilo companion with suspicion.
Thursday Morning
Durning the Attack
Secure Box in the back of the PLA truck
Khon Kaen Province, Thailand
Meanwhile, in the back of the truck sat the locked box with Chuck folded up inside it. He'd been awoken from his sleep by the first explosion.
He heard the down shifting and felt the truck skid and shudder and finally come to a stop. Had it not been secured to the middle of the bed his box would have slid to the front of the truck and been enveloped in the RPG explosion that claimed the cab and its occupants. He did however feel the heat of the flames as the temperature in his little box reached truly distressing levels unlike the merely uncomfortable level it had been at since he'd originally awoken.
He heard the voice, everyone had called sergeant, yelling at the men that surrounded his box to deploy from the truck and form a circle around the back of it and defend 'the cargo'.
His box was jostled and he heard the men shouting and then the rat a tat tat of a submachine gun, a scream, and then the voice of the sergeant telling his men to engage the enemy.
The next thing he heard was a much heavier, louder, and continuous rat a tat tatting sound and more screams.
He felt and heard a huge explosion from behind where his box sat. Then more rat a tat tatting and more screams then an eerie silence.
It seemed like forever till he heard someone climbing up into the bed of the truck.
The top of the box he was in was pounded on and he saw the lock break and the lid was wrenched open.
The light that streamed in made him blink blindly for a moment or two and when his eyes had adjusted that was when he saw her.
The woman who had graced his dreams thousands of times and even some of his nightmares as well over the last three years.
She looked like an avenging angel and he'd never seen a more beautiful sight in all his life. Towering over him her blonde hair swept back into a messy ponytail a look of fierce determination mixed with fear in her stormy blue eyes.
He also noticed the black collar around her neck with the blue medallion hanging from it and recognized its significance.
She'd come to rescue her Master.
"Sam. You rescued me. You can't imagine how happy I am to see you, baby."
Chuck's tone was one of reverence and the look on his face was a mixture of love and awe.
"Of course Chuck, I would do anything for you, Master."
She cut the zip ties on his wrists and ankles then helped him to his feet. He'd just managed to remove his fake mustache before she pulled him to her by gathering the lapels of his tux tightly in her fists.
She then engaged him in their most passionate kiss yet. It was savage and hungry. It contained all her fear for him and all her need as well.
This kiss was hotter, more consuming and lasted longer than the one she'd given him in front of the Bryce bomb. Definitely longer and more intense even then the one he'd given her in front of Roan Montgomery.
After a few minutes Chuck finally disengaged and asked her where the rest of the tactical forces were and if they shouldn't get going soon. She told him it was just Carina and her but that they did indeed need to get going because they didn't know what back up forces might be on the way.
Chuck hopped down from the tailgate and then turned and grabbed Sarah by the waist and gently helped her down. He was smiling at her and gave her a little peck on the cheek. He turned to his right when he heard an impatient whine.
"Where's my kiss? I did just as much heavy lifting on this rescue op as Sarah, Sir."
He saw Carina with her red hair drawn back in a similar ponytail with shining bright blue eyes and a similar look as Sarah had had when she'd opened the box that held him.
He also noticed her collar with its blue medallion sparkling in the sun. He closed the distance and grabbed her up in his arms and said, "Thanks Rina, you really saved your Master's butt." then he dipped her and closed his lips on her lips. His tongue invaded her mouth as he deepened the kiss and she hungrily responded to him.
This kiss was their first and it was almost as passionate as the kiss with Sarah, almost. When he released her she grabbed at him to try and steady herself and struggled a little to catch her breath.
"Wow, Sarah! I can't see how you held out so long when he can kiss like that..." she let out a bit of a yelp when he winked at her and gave her buttocks a squeeze then a quick spank.
He smiled while he addressed both of them and looked from one woman to the other, "I believe you young ladies have earned yourselves some sexy time on the flight home."
There was a small explosion as the fire from the front AFV in the mini convoy set off one of its 30 mm rounds. This seemed to break the spell Chuck had been under and he began to look around at the carnage that the ladies had wrought in order to free him. He saw the bodies that had been the recipients of the rat a tat tatting sounds and had issued the screams he'd heard.
He smelled the acrid stench of the flaming wrecks around them and a faint hint of barbecue. He thought about the men who'd been riding in those vehicles just minutes ago and the reality of the violence and its aftermath overwhelmed him.
He fell to his hands and knees on the roadway and emptied the contents of his stomach. Five minutes later he was still retching when he felt them trying to pull him to his feet. They told him that they only had ten minutes to hook the van up to the cables from the chopper.
Only then did he realize that there was a helicopter hovering above them and another landing just down the road from them. Sarah pushed him towards the Huey helicopter (straight out of a Vietnam war movie) that was landing and yelled for him to "Get to the Chopper" in her best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice with a huge self satisfied grin on her face.
He yelled back "How are you guys getting out of here?" She yelled in reply that they would join him in the chopper after they'd hooked the van up to the rather large cargo hauling helicopter that was now moving over the thicket beside the road.
He could see Carina on top of the van waiving her hands and looking up to the chopper and reaching for one of the cables that were descending from its belly.
He ran to the Huey and the pilot waved him to the back and he climbed in and put on a headset. He heard the pilot greet him with an accent he couldn't place and shook the man's hand when he offered it. He said that he was a friend of Carmen's and was honored to meet "The Chuck". Chuck thanked him and collapsed back into the seat, a little too exhausted to inquire about what that meant.
Soon he was joined by Carina in the back while Sarah climbed into the co-pilot's seat. He had forgotten that she was a pilot and was rated on helicopter's like the one she'd helped him land on his first mission. When Dr. Zarnow had tried to kidnap him and sell him to the North Koreans.
She was always saving him and his heart swelled while he watched her as she sat with all her attention concentrated on the instruments in the cockpit. She was ready to help the pilot out should it become necessary. It always amazed him that such an accomplished and beautiful woman had chosen him out of all the men in the world. It made him feel very humble but also very special as well.
He reached over and wrapped his arm around Carina and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and smiled at her while mouthing 'Thank You'. Playing with the medallion hanging from her collar he gave her a look similar to the wanton look she'd given him on Tuesday morning. She gave him a sultry smile and a wink in return which promised the best kind of trouble was in his future.
His attention was drawn forward as he heard Sarah's voice in his headset. She told him over the headset that they were flying directly to the airport where their C17 was fueled and waiting for them. They'd just load and secure the van in the cargo hold then they'd be off.
Chuck had a million questions but they would keep till the flight home. From his brief interaction with the pilot he knew that Carmen had been truthful with him and kept her word.
Chuck prized two things more highly then anything else in the word and those were honesty and loyalty to and from his friends and family.
Carmen had proved herself in his eyes and he found himself looking forward to seeing her and thanking her for playing a part in his rescue. He knew what form she would want her thanks to be in and he knew he'd need to talk to Sarah about it and try and work out it with her.
Later Thursday Morning
Cargo hold of a USAF C17
Four hours into the flight
Over the Pacific heading for the U.S.
Chuck groaned and rolled onto his back as he'd just withdrawn from Carina's womanhood after spilling his load inside her. His whole body was slick and covered with sweat and he was a little bit uncomfortable with how horny he still was after having had sex with both women, Sarah and Carina.
They'd both told him that Post-Mission sex was the best but now he knew they'd really been underselling it, almost criminally so in his opinion.
Carina now lay on his left and Sarah on his right on the floor in the back of the van. The van was locked down in the cargo hold of the C17 with a large canvas tarp strapped across the front windshield and side passenger door windows. Creating a private little oasis for the three of them.
Sarah and Carina had persuaded the flight crew to get them the tarp and some ropes. They'd also persuaded them to help fix up the front to the van for some privacy. It may have been hinted that the crew might enjoy some time in the van.
However, neither woman actually intended to follow through on that hint. The only man that either of them wanted to spend alone time with in the van was a certain brown eyed, curly headed lovable nerd, whom they'd just rescued earlier that morning.
He had joined the mile high club twice already and was contemplating joining it again a few more times on their 19 hour flight back to Edwards Air Force Base.
Again, if he was truly honest with himself he was pretty sure that the women on either side of him intended for him to rejoin that club more than a couple more times. As a gentleman, he had no option but to try and fulfill their kind request for his special attentions.
As if reading his mind, Sarah rolled onto her side and started kissing down his chest to his belly and then his thigh. Then before he could react (or even wanted to) she had him in her mouth and started to suck his softened member.
It felt so good and he moaned with pleasure and looked down at her and loosely wrapped his fingers around her ponytail.
She had nothing on but her collar with the tag that read 'Sam' on one side and 'Angel 1' on the other. He had to admit that getting to break the collars in this way was a dream come true. Sure it was a dream come true but it was also a dream he hadn't even known he'd ever had.
After she'd sufficiently rallied his arousal she smiled as she removed him from her mouth and, kissed the tip of his manhood.
She moved back up so that they were eye to eye and she leaned in for a kiss which he returned fervently.
He remembered her telling him that Bryce refused to kiss her till she washed her mouth out once she'd performed a similar service for him.
Chuck still couldn't believe that his beautiful and proud Sarah had ever put up with his former ex-best friend.
It boggled his mind why any sane man wouldn't want to provide as much love and encouragement to a woman as caring and wonderful as Sarah, who was willing to perform such a service in the first place.
After the kiss she whispered a secret desire into his ear, he pulled back to look into her eyes to seek confirmation of the seriousness of her request.
"Really Sam? You really want to do that and have it done to you as well? Because you know that this time is all about rewarding you and Rina for all you've done for your master on this mission."
Sarah gave him a sly smile and a very sexy and breathy "Yes" in response as she slowly stroked him to keep him aroused as she held his gaze.
He smiled back at her, "Ok. Do you have the equipment packed with you? Wait, what am I saying of course you do. Alright Sam, go get it."
As she left to fetch her equipment from her bag, Chuck rolled over and saw that Carina had rolled onto her side as well and was now facing him with the most predatory grin he'd yet seen on her. She resembled a Great White shark.
She reached for his manhood as he slipped his hand between her thighs and began to gently massage her slick wet folds.
They both moaned as they continued to arouse each other. He got the distinct impression that Carina knew exactly what Sarah had requested, and that they had probably done this before with someone else.
Carina looked over his shoulder and then pushed him onto his back, she straddled his hips and positioned herself, then lowered herself slowly down until she'd enveloped his shaft completely.
She moaned as she bottomed out and rested on him with a look of total bliss gracing her face as she slowly ground herself against his hips. He let out a loud moan and was sure he shared the same blissful look as her at that moment.
He looked up and saw Sarah proudly sporting the huge purple strap-on dildo she'd named 'The Bitch Maker'. She was lubing it up and then moved so she was straddling his thighs, right behind Carina. She gently pushed Carina forward and down on top of Chuck and he wrapped his arms around her to keep her laying horizontally on his chest. He looked up into her eyes seeking her permission to continue.
"Are you sure your ok with this Rina? I won't let this continue unless you agree to it. You can stop it at any time, you just have to say the word 'Red', ok?"
Carina smiled and kissed him and nodded her head enthusiastically. "It is one of my favorite things besides being punished, Master. I promise you won't hear that word from me today."
He looked over her shoulder to Sarah and nodded to her as he moved his hands to Carina's buttocks and spread her open to help with 'The Bitch Maker's' entry. Sarah then pushed forward slowly sliding the large plastic phallus up Carina's ass.
Chuck couldn't help but groan at the same time with Carina. Her inner flesh gripped him like a vice now that Sarah had inserted 'The Bitch Maker' into Carina's tightest little orifice. He looked up at Sarah questioningly, he'd never done this ever in his life. He'd seen it in a couple of Irene Demova clips that he'd caught Morgan watching once. However seeing and actually doing were two very different things and he looked to Sarah for instruction.
"Chuck, just follow my directions ok Sweetie? We want Rina to enjoy this as much as possible and this will ensure it. You withdraw as I enter and vice versa. We build the tempo but we have to pace ourselves or she'll pass out, especially at altitude."
Chuck didn't trust himself to speak as he knew he'd need all his concentration to last long enough to continue Carina's reward. He nodded his head in the affirmative to let Sarah know he'd heard and understood her instructions.
Sarah told him to withdraw and then re-enter and they'd start on Carina's reward. He did as instructed and as he entered again he felt Sarah withdraw and he gave out a groan that matched Carina's as the pleasure of her inner flesh squeezing him tighter then he'd ever been squeezed hit him.
It had taken a few minutes to synchronize their movements but they finally had and Sarah and he were taking turns kissing Carina. Sarah told him they should increase their pace and he almost lost his concentration, as he'd never felt so much pleasure before in his life.
It was way hotter than any of the threesome stories he'd read about in the Penthouse magazines he'd discovered in the back of his Dad's closet when he was a kid. For her part Carina provided constant encouragement in the form of her mewling cries and moans of pleasure as she came more times than he could reliably count.
The feeling of the constant spasming and clenching of her inner flesh around his turgid prick proved too much and he spilled his seed inside her vagina.
Carina kissed him hard and begged him to keep going and to his surprise he was able to accommodate her request, as his soldier was still at attention and able to answer duty's call.
Everything took on a hazy dreamlike quality and it was as if his eyes were losing focus only for everything to snap back into high definition and then the haziness would hit him again.
He absently wondered if he would even be able to deliver long enough for Sarah to switch places with Carina.
Almost an hour later Sarah was on top of him and he and Carina were working to reward her as well. The haziness returned and there was a lot more kissing this time as he'd seemingly hit his stride with Sarah atop him.
Thursday Afternoon
Cargo hold of a USAF C17
Eight hours into the flight
Over the Pacific heading for the U.S.
Sarah had her legs wrapped around Chuck's hips as he moved on top of her. He was giving her that tender look that he had since he'd made love to her after he'd punished her at the beginning of the week.
She recognized it and it melted her heart just like it had that evening. She looked up at him with a watery smile and lifted her head to capture his lips.
This kiss was just as passionate as the one they'd shared in the back of the Chinese Army truck but it was softer and much more gentle. It conveyed her deep longing for him and her love and commitment to her Chuck. In her head his name Chuck and his title of Master had become synonymous.
He was using very gentle but firm thrusts to fill her completely and it was driving her crazy as she was ready for a faster pace.
As if he'd read her mind he began to pick up the speed and strength of his thrusts to bury himself deeper then he'd reached before.
She moaned as he started hitting her g spot and she felt him stretching her in the most delicious ways imaginable.
Chuck brought his hand up to gently cup her breast and then dipped his head down to suckle and tease her rock hard nipple with his teeth.
He heard her suck in her breath in as a hiss and then could feel her inner flesh ripple around his large cock.
She started to cry out his name and he muffled her with his hand as Sarah climaxed, in order not to wake their companion Carina who was sleeping soundly beside them.
A minute later he groaned and released within her as he reached his climax as well, he bent his head and gave her a peck on the lips.
He then collapsed on top of her and she was comforted by his weight on her and the increased skin to skin contact with him. She kept her legs wrapped around him and she started running her fingers through his dark thick curls.
Sarah smiled up at him and he returned her smile and brought a finger up and touched the tip of her nose and winked at her and affectionately stroked her cheek. His dark brown eyes carried a hint of mischief.
"You know, I kinda like you Sarah Walker. I think I want to keep you around for a bit." he punctuated his remark with another wink and dipped down to kiss the end of her nose.
She giggled and her blue eyes carried a warmth he hoped he'd continue to see for as long as she stayed with him. "Chuck Bartowski, I really hope you'll keep me around as well."
Chuck's eyes then took on a serious look and he asked if she'd enjoyed her reward and if she thought that Carina had enjoyed herself as well.
Sarah couldn't stop smiling at him and she told him that it had been one of the most perfect experiences of their time together so far. She nodded in the direction of the sleeping Carina, who appeared to be dead to the world, and told him he'd put his newest 'Angel' into a sex coma. So she was fairly sure that Carina had enjoyed herself.
As Chuck studied her face, Sarah started to look a bit pensive which worried him. "Chuck, this is all a little scary for me."
"What's wrong Sarah, if you need me to do something more, or stop doing something, or if I'm not as strict, or if you need me to punish you more, or less or if I'm not doing as well as your last Master, I'll work harder, just please tell me. I know I'm breaking our new lifestyle but just please don't sneak out in the middle of the night."
Sarah recognized that he was spiraling and she reached up to put her finger to his lips to stop what she considered his adorable babbling.
She gave him her warmest smile and said. "I just meant that our lovemaking is scary to me as it keeps feeling better and more intimate every time. I am scared by how much I need you...how much I need us. When I look into your eyes I can see how much you love me. I get a little overwhelmed because I love you just as deeply, Chuck."
Chuck's eyes brightened and a huge lopsided grin stretched over his face and he swallowed thickly, "Sarah there are no words that can adequately express the depth and strength of the love that I feel when I look into your beautiful blue eyes. I know its not manly but it some times makes me so happy that I have to fight back tears."
Sarah saw the truth of his words writ large across his face. As she was lying on her back, she felt her hot tears spilling down the sides of her face and they soaked the blanket underneath her.
"Chuck, I feel the exact same when I look into your eyes as well. Last night I almost stormed that damned Consulate to try and get you back."
She clung to him and burrowed her face into his chest and continued.
"I was so scared that I was going to lose you that I was going crazy. I hadn't heard from you. I was about to leave the van when Carmen showed up with the GPS tracker info and told us what had happened. She also gave us the contact info for the guys with the Choppers. Carina said that they knew to expect a call from us as Carmen had already reached out to them."
Chuck smiled and gently stroked Sarah's ponytail and affectionately kissed the top of her head. "Shhhh, Its alright now, you guys rescued me. I had faith that I just had to hold out long enough and you'd save me."
He continued to stroke her till she calmed a little and he started again.
"I was really freaked out on that dance floor. I could see Major Guang's men circling but Carmen talked me through it. She really calmed me down. She told me she'd get you the info on my capture and you guys would rescue me. It really helped me relax and I was able to flash and would have escaped but they tranqed me as soon as I made my move and the rest you know."
He reached down and gently gripped her chin and brought her head up so he could look her in the eyes. She returned his gaze and waited for him.
"Sarah, you should know that Carmen asked for a meeting when we get back stateside. I told her I would meet her if I got out of that little situation this morning. I intend to follow through with that meeting, but I want you to know that this doesn't have any bearing on my feelings for you. I also hope this won't hurt you...hurt us." he pointed back and forth between them.
"Carmen really came through for me, for us and I have to meet with her and thank her for her help and friendship. I hope you aren't hurt by this but I feel its the right thing to do." He looked at her expectantly, his eyes showed his anxiety as he awaited her reaction.
Sarah's heart swelled in her chest, she knew that she could always count on Chuck to do what was right. It was one of the things that had added to her initial attraction. She trusted him completely.
She just didn't trust Carmen. After all she'd turned double agent on the Ring. Which meant that her allegiance was fluid and not predictable which also meant surprises and Sarah hated surprises. Not to mention that she really was the spitting image of Zondra.
Which brought up a whole other big trust issue as she'd found the transmitter in Zondra's boot heel when they were going after Agusto Gaez and the Gentle Hand. She'd been very close friends with Zondra and her betrayal of the team had rocked Sarah to her core.
The last she'd heard Zondra had dropped off the CIA radar and the scuttlebutt was that she'd gone rogue but no one had actually seen her for quite a while.
Sarah had buried that memory until she'd seen Chuck on top of Carmen and caught the resemblance immediately. If she was really honest with herself, that was the true reason she'd thrown the knife at the woman.
However Carmen had been instrumental in helping she and Carina pull off Chuck's rescue from the PLA convoy and certain death at the hands of that evil MSS Major.
Now, Sarah also knew that she'd helped calm Chuck down and get him focused so that he could try to escape or at least not get hurt worse than having chaffed wrists and ankles from the zip ties.
So, she guessed that she owed Carmen some time with Chuck it just sucked that she looked so much like Zondra.
"Chuck, it's ok I understand and it won't affect us, I promise." She repeated his gesture and pointed back and forth between them.
"Carina and I, owe Carmen a huge debt for her help. We'd have lost you if not for her. I understand how close we came to losing you and it really scared me, sweetie. So, yes, you should definitely meet and thank her for us."
She gave him a small smile as she still wasn't totally on board but she'd get herself there in the end.
Friday Early Morning
Castle main briefing room
Burbank CA
It had been around 1 AM when they'd landed at Edwards Air Force Base and the crew had knocked rather loudly on the side door of the van to wake them. When no one answered the crewman detailed to rouse the team of spooks, as his sergeant had referred to them, got an eyeful.
The crewman who'd pulled the side door to the van open had an almost cartoonishly shocked look on his face. The sight that greeted the crewman was of a tall well built dark haired man with his arms wrapped possessively around two beautiful women. A gorgeous blonde on one side, a stunning red head on the other side. Both of whom looked to be molded around him almost as if they were part of him.
It was clear that they were all 'out of uniform' but thankfully under a couple of thick military blankets. Chuck's eyes fluttered open and he looked up bashfully at the crewman and cleared his throat, drawing the young man's attention from the beautiful women just beginning to stir, and asked him to close the door so he and his partners could have a little privacy so they could get 'back in uniform'. The young crewman reluctantly complied with Chuck's request with an extremely disappointed look on his face.
Once they were dressed, they'd found the duty officer and returned the van and got it checked into the system. However they had asked that he only enter Carina and Sarah's credentials for security purposes.
They had then boarded the waiting G5 after their pilot had been located and were up and down again at Burbank Executive Airport by 4 AM.
The team had driven back in their two cars to the Orange Orange and gone down into Castle.
They occupied the same places around the conference table as they had for their briefing on Tuesday afternoon.
On the flight from Edwards, Chuck had told Sarah and Carina that he would leave it up to them to handle their portion of the report with Beckman and that he wanted them to feel free to answer any questions that the General might have during the briefing.
General Beckman had a very complicated look on her face, at once pleased and disapproving at the same time. At least that's how Chuck interpreted it as while he listened to her question again.
"So if I understand you correctly, your asset was at the same trade dinner you attended and was in the company of this Major Guang Feng Cho of the MSS, who was responsible for your abduction? Even helped him carry it off?"
Chuck was getting frustrated. He'd gone over this with the General twice already. He huffed out an exasperated breath.
"Yes Ma'am. Carmen was there and I questioned her about it. She told me she'd been sent in an emergency capacity to help one of the Ring's long time assets with an op. She was only informed of her role and the fact that I was the target of the op when she saw me at the dinner. She played her part so as not to blow her cover. She did however inject me with a GPS tracker and gave the tracking frequency to my support team."
Beckman kept her gaze on Chuck but also on watched Sarah in her peripheral vision. She'd registered Chuck's frustration and shared it as it didn't make much sense for the Ring to be working with the MSS. This was the first time she'd heard of a link between the Ring and a foreign intelligence service. It was troubling to say the least.
"Ok, so where you able to flash? If so, how did you not escape? You've handled multiple opponents quite easily in the past."
Chuck had a troubled look on his face as he answered. "Yes Ma'am, I was able to flash but as I made my move against the Major and one of his bodyguards I was hit by a tranq dart from behind. I turned to try and to neutralize the threat but the guard shot me again and I went down. However, before I passed out I heard the bodyguard say they'd all read my file and were prepared to tranq me before I could move against them." Chuck sat back closed his eyes and recited the exact line the bodyguard had used. "A most formidable agent if allowed to fight."
He gathered himself and continued. "General, how does the MSS have a file that detailed about me and my abilities? I mean, I've rarely left the US on missions up till now. Most of my "career" I've spent stateside."
Chuck made air quotes with his fingers when he said the word career in a self deprecating manner. Sometimes he still couldn't believe he was actually a spy.
He glanced over at Sarah and saw concern in her eyes as this was just more confirmation that they had a mole in the office of the DNI. He silently urged her through eye contact and a little head nod toward the General for her to jump in with her portion of the report.
Sarah cleared her throat and began. "General if I may, It seems that between the MSS having such a detailed file on Agent Bartowski and their operation to capture him being timed to coincide with him being personally requested by the Office of the DNI for this mission would seem to point to the existence of a mole in that office. This is the reason that when we checked in the van at Edwards, we didn't include Agent Bartowski's credentials."
The General switched her penetrating gaze to Sarah and Carina. "So, am I to understand that this is the justification you two are using for utilizing a PMC over the government assets in theater for your unauthorized operation to rescue Agent Bartowski? And for commandeering an armed Thai owned Predator drone?"
Sarah was unwavering in her reply, "Yes Ma'am, Agent Miller and I feared that our operation might have been compromised if we utilized U.S. owned and operated assets. We also wanted to maintain U.S. deniability for the attack on a unit of the PLA, which China might have interpreted as an act of war."
A ghost of a smile flashed across Beckman's features. She was very thankful for Sarah and Carina's quick and correct actions to insulate the U.S. government from direct responsibility for the attack and for retrieving the Intersect. "Ok, Agent Walker, who provided the contact for the PMC or was this a contact of yours or Agent Miller's?"
Carina looked at Sarah and jumped in as she saw her struggling to credit Carmen. She could see the jealousy that flashed in Sarah's eyes but quickly disappeared. It was very subtle but Carina knew her friend too well to miss it. She'd awoken in the C17 just as they'd begun discussing Carmen and their debt to her.
"The contact was provided to us by Agent Bartowski's asset, Ma'am. She had even contacted the PMC in advance to expect our call and to render any assistance up to and including armed troop deployment. We only engaged the services of their helicopter unit."
Beckman hadn't missed the jealousy in Sarah's eyes but was gratified that her decision to include Carina on the team was justified. They had gelled as a team and had already demonstrated how formidable of a weapon she'd hoped they'd become.
She addressed the team, "Well, then Team Bartowski, you will have to pass along our commendation for the asset's part in this successful operation. I would also like to thank you folks for a job well done. Even though we lost the Naval intel we have established that we indeed have a mole. I will engage the appropriate resources to try and identify this mole. Please remember to file your written reports by the end of day today. You will then have leave till next Monday."
The screen went blank and was replaced by the Office of the DNI logo floating as a screensaver.
Sunday Night
Ellie and Devon's Apartment
Echo Park Burbank, CA
Chuck, Sarah and Carina had shown up at Ellie's apartment right at 7 pm on the dot. Ellie and Devon had greeted them all warmly. Chuck had introduced Carina as an old friend of Sarah's and let them know that she'd been hired on to work with her at the Orange Orange.
They had sat down to dinner and enjoyed a nice Sunday roast with a some wine. Once dinner was done the group retired to the living room and enjoyed more wine and conversation. Ellie noticed the furtive looks that Carina was casting her brother. She'd seen that same look from Sarah when she'd thought no one was watching her. She filed that away as something she'd have to discuss with Chuck and Sarah, separately of course to see their reactions. Something was going on and she was starting to doubt that she was getting the full truth from her little brother and the woman she hoped to someday call her sister.
Ellie would have made a great counter intelligence officer for either the NSA or CIA. At least that was the conclusion that Sarah would reach after undergoing an interrogation by Ellie a few days later.
The rest of the evening passed pleasantly and uneventfully and they all said their good nights. Ellie had given her typical rib bruising hugs to both Chuck and Sarah. Her hug with Carina was not as warm but only Sarah noticed it. They discussed the dinner on the way home to Sarah's apartment and she mentioned that Ellie had been paying very close attention to Carina.
Carina dismissed Sarah's concerns as she was busy thinking of the activities they would engage in once they arrived at Sarah's apartment.
Chuck dismissed her concerns as he was distracted thinking about Carmen and the fact that he'd still not heard from her yet.
Friday Night
Two Weeks Later
Griffith Park Motel
Room 27
Glendale, CA
Chuck was sick with worry as he hadn't seen nor heard from Carmen since he'd left her on the dance floor in the Chinese Consulate in Bangkok.
He'd finally gotten a text from her burner phone, to meet at the Griffith Park Motel in Glendale in the same room she'd taken him to the first time they'd met.
He'd been so relieved when he'd gotten her text that it had kind of upset Sarah a little. He'd reassured Sarah that he loved her and was still very much committed to her. That this wasn't about love for Carmen but concern for a friend.
A friend that he reminded her had helped Sarah and Carine rescue him from the evil MSS Major who wanted to torture and kill him. She had relented and acknowledged that she was also a little worried for Carmen as well.
His hand was shaking a little as he inserted the key in the door and turned the handle, opening the sun faded orange door to room 27. He was ready to trigger the 'trouble alert' feature of his GPS watch as he peered into the darkened room.
The room was dark as the only light streamed in from behind him via the ambient city lights. He could see someone standing in the bathroom but their face was shrouded in shadow, as if they were avoiding the light.
"Carmen, is that you?" he called out and readied himself to flash on hand to hand combat in case it was necessary.
Her voice was quiet and pleading, "Yes. Please come in and sit on the bed but don't turn on the lights."
He entered the room closed the door, heard the lock cycle with a click and moved blindly to sit on the end of the double bed with orange covers that matched the color of the room's door.
His eyes were trying to adjust to the darkness when he heard her movement and felt her sit next to him more than he saw it.
She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest and began to sob. "Please Chuck, just hold me tonight."
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and tenderly kissed the top of her head. It was now his turn to comfort and calm her like she'd done for him on the dance floor in Thailand two weeks ago.
She'd been so strong and confident since he'd met her, especially on that dance floor in the Consulate.
She'd reminded him so much of his strong, beautiful Sarah that night and it had calmed him down just when he'd needed it.
Which was why hearing her sound so broken made him feel as if there was a steel band squeezing his heart tightly.
At that moment he wished he'd have been able to take her suffering on himself if only to provide her a few moments of relief.
He murmured and cooed warm comforting words into the top on her hair and started to stroke it but when he moved down to rub her back he felt the strength of her wince as she recoiled at his gentle touch on her back.
Her flinch triggered a memory of his first time with Sarah and how she'd been hurt and how he'd tried to soothe her.
He quietly and gently moved them up the bed, once they were propped against the headboard he again moved slowly and with growing trepidation and fear of what he'd discover as he flicked on one of the bedside lamps.
Carmen was looking up at him with tear stained cheeks, red rimmed and blood shot eyes which he'd expected.
What he hadn't expected but had feared were the angry purple and yellow bruises on the side of her head. The plaster bandage on her obviously broken nose and black eyes. The faint red marks that seemed to show through the back of the thin white t-shirt she wore. He also now noticed the fact that she had a soft cast on her right arm.
It was obvious to Chuck the reason that she hadn't contacted him till now.
She must have been beaten and tortured by Major Guang Feng Cho as a suspected traitor, when Chuck had escaped the trap.
Chuck burned with righteous anger and resolved to capture or kill the evil MSS Major should he ever encounter him again.
All those injuries however paled in comparison to the fact that her eyes were no long green like before, now they were a rich deep mahogany, he belatedly realized she must have been wearing contacts.
As soon as Chuck saw those deep rich mahogany eyes it caused him to immediately flash.
When the flash had finally cleared he said one word.
"Zondra!?"
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