“You will have to wear a microphone and record him,” she murmured, as her voice was offering a soothing balm against the pain that wracked Evelyn's body. “We need concrete proof of his treason or his innocence, under any circumstances that you are not involved in any treacherous scheme."

Evelyn's eyes widened in shock, her body tensing at the cold, calculated demand.

"What? No, Lathifa, I can't do that," she whispered, her voice hardly audible, fingers clutching the edge of the table as if to steady herself against the sudden surge of memories and emotions flooding her mind. She thought of the countless moments she shared with McAlister, the intimacy, the secrets, the betrayals. The very idea of recording him without his knowledge, of documenting the treacherous path he could have traveled, felt like a violation of everything they had shared. Lieutenant Wood felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she looked up at Sergeant Blake, her expression a mix of fear and disbelief.

"I can't do that to him, Lathifa. I won't," Evelyn breathed, her body stiffening as if bracing for a blow. "I can't betray him like that. I won't become a traitor only to save myself."

Her eyes flashed with a sudden spark of anger, her voice rising as she pushed back against Lathifa's demand.

Lathifa's expression hardened, her grip on Evelyn's shoulder tightening as she leaned in, her voice low and urgent. "You're not betraying him, Evelyn. You're helping to stop a traitor, or maybe you could even be helping him to prove his innocence, and yourself, of course. Think of your country, your duty. This is bigger than you and him. This is about protecting all of us."

The weight of Lathifa's words felt heavy in the air between them, her stern demand causing a shiver to run down Lieutenant Wood's spine.

 Being a keen observer of human nature and a skilled manipulator, Sergeant Blake knew it was the right moment to ease the pressure on the young officer. "I know it's hard, Evelyn," she said softly, loosening her grip on her shoulder, "But it's the right thing to do.”

After a brief pause of a few seconds, the black woman stepped back a couple of steps, crossed her arms over her chest, and once again took on an imposing stance.

"You will have to wear a microphone and record him, Evelyn," Lathifa repeated, her voice unyielding, yet held a hint of compassion.

The beautiful officer looked hopefully at the black sergeant, but her expression stayed firm, her dark eyes revealing the cold, hard truth of the situation.

Evelyn, you'll do this, or everyone will find out about your little trysts," Lathifa said coldly. "Your pictures with McAlister will be displayed for everyone—courtrooms, news stations—to see. They'll see you in that revealing black lingerie, hear your moans, and watch you writhe in his arms. This won't just be a scandal, Evelyn. It'll be a spectacle, a circus. Your career, reputation, even your dignity— they'll all be torn away, piece by piece, for the world to stare at.”

The beautiful officer's blue eyes widened in horror at the black sergeant's words, the stark reality of her situation slamming into her like a physical blow. She could feel the weight of her subordinate's gaze, the unwavering truth of her warning, and she knew she was cornered. She had no other choice but to accept Sergeant Blake's demand, no matter how much it sickened her to do so. She let out a shaky breath, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she nodded, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"Fine," she said, her voice choked with tears, her eyes cast down at the table. "I'll do it." Evelyn's voice was just a sigh, her shoulders slumping as she gave in to Lathifa's ultimatum. "But I need to know how this will work," she added, her voice firming up with a hint of her usual determination.

Lathifa nodded, her expression softening just a bit, allowing Evelyn a moment to gather herself before she moved forward again.

“First, we'll strip you down,” she said, her voice matter-of-fact, as she took a small, concealed microphone from a drawer in her desk and placed it in front of the young officer. “We need to find the best spot to hide the mic. It has to be both secure and comfortable. You'll be wearing it for hours at a time,” Lathifa explained, her fingers skilfully unbuttoning Evelyn's crisp, white uniform shirt as she spoke.

 Evelyn slightly flinched at Lathifa's touch, her body tense as she struggled to keep her composure. She had always been in control of her body, her desires, and her choices. But now, as Lathifa's black fingers brushed her skin, she felt a wave of vulnerability wash over her. She briefly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and forced herself to relax, to submit to the black woman's touch.

 "I'll make sure it's comfortable," Lathifa reassured her, her voice soft yet firm. "We want you to forget it's even there."

Evelyn nodded, her eyes still closed, her breath steady as she tried to focus on the task at hand.

Sergeant Blake's fingers moved quickly, unbuttoning Lieutenant Wood's shirt to reveal the pale skin of her chest and the curve of her breasts. Evelyn bit her lip, her eyes fluttering open as she felt the cool air against her skin and the weight of Lathifa's gaze on her body. She looked down, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as she noticed the stark contrast between her pale skin and the dark fabric of her bra.

"I've never done anything like this before, Lathifa," she admitted, her voice just above a whisper, her eyes flicking up to meet the black woman's gaze.

"I know, Evelyn," Lathifa replied, her voice steady, her eyes scanning Evelyn's body with a clinical detachment that did little to ease the beautiful officer's discomfort.

Sergeant Blake's hands swiftly removed the young officer's shirt before moving to her back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. Evelyn's breath caught in her throat, her body tensing as she felt the cool air against her bare skin, the sudden vulnerability of her exposed chest sending a shiver down her spine.

"This isn't about me, Evelyn," Lathifa continued, her voice low and urgent as she gestured to the microphone on the table. "This is about our duty, about our country. You understand that, don't you?"

Evelyn nodded, her eyes cast down, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and humiliation. She knew Lathifa was right and understood she had no choice but to cooperate, no matter how much it disgusted her.

Behind her mask of calmness and professionalism, the black sergeant was on fire, stripping her white superior officer. The falling of the bra revealed two big, perfect, milky white globes of 34F size, adorned with delicate pink nipples about a quarter-dollar in size. The object of her dreams was openly displayed in front of her, and Sergeant Blake struggled not to drool on them. 

As Lathifa's hands explored her body, her fingers tracing the curve of her shoulders and the swell of her breasts, Evelyn's heart pounded, her breath caught in her throat. Her body responded despite her mind's protest, her nipples hardening beneath the black woman's touch, her skin tingling with sudden, unwanted arousal.

"Lathifa," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes flickering up to meet the older woman's gaze, a desperate plea for understanding, for mercy.

But the black woman's expression was unwavering, her eyes dark with a hunger that made the beautiful redhead's blood run cold.

"Relax, Evelyn," she murmured, her voice a low purr, her fingers trailing down the white officer's stomach, leaving a path of fire in their wake. “It appears you enjoy being touched, don't you?” Her eyes locked onto Evelyn's, her face unreadable, yet her intention clear. She leaned closer, her breath hot on the younger woman's ear, whispering softly. "You're reacting to me, Evelyn. Your body reveals it." She ran her fingers along the curve of the white woman's breast, gently touching her sensitive skin, causing her to shiver. "Don't resist it, Evelyn. Accept it. Allow me to show you how pleasurable it can be."

Evelyn's heart pounded in her chest, her breathing ragged as she struggled to stay in control. She knew she should pull back and tell Lathifa to stop, but her body had other plans. She could feel the heat between her thighs and the ache that begged for relief.

She knew she should pull away, but the black woman's fingers traced the curve of her breast, and the sensation was exquisite. The beautiful redhead's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the touch. She had never felt this way before; she had never wanted someone to touch her like this. The heat between them was palpable, and the tension was almost unbearable. Sergeant Blake's touch was electric, setting her nerves alight and sending shivers down her spine. The older woman smiled in triumph; her plan was working, and her prize was a hand. 

Evelyn gasped as Lathifa's black fingers moved lower, unbuttoning the white navy skirt and revealing her thighs in sheer black stockings held up by garters. The cool air of the room brushed her exposed skin, and she felt a blush creeping up her thighs while standing before the older Black woman in her most intimate attire. Sergeant Blake smiled again, amused by this discovery. It seemed that the affair with Captain McAllister had prompted the beautiful redhead to indulge in sexy clothing, even beneath her sober navy uniform.

"Lathifa, what are you doing?" Evelyn whispered, her voice not more than a breath, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. She looked down at herself, her cheeks flushing with heat at the sight of her own body, half-naked and vulnerable before the black woman's intense gaze. Lathifa's eyes were dark, her expression unreadable, but her touch was firm and sure as her fingers traced the curve of Evelyn's hip, the line of her thigh covered by dark stockings.

Evelyn's breath hitched, her eyes widening in shock as the black's fingers slipped inside her panties, the cool room air suddenly replaced by the warmth of Lathifa's touch. The sensation was overwhelming, electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure and panic racing through the white girl's veins. She gasped, her hand grabbing at the black's wrist, guiding the fingers inside her panties, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts.

"Lathifa, stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her body tensing as if to pull away, to break the contact.

But her fingers dug into the black wrist to block it, holding her in place instead, and her hips betrayed her protest by pressing into Lathifa's sensual touch.

"I... I can't," she stammered, her blue eyes fluttering closed, her head spinning with the intensity of the sensation.

Her body told a different story, her hips moving against Lathifa's hand, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The black fingers continued to explore, their touch sure and confident, sending waves of pleasure crashing through Evelyn. They stroked and teased, stroked and teased, evoking a response that the white redhead girl had never known she was capable of. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, the heat building with every stroke, every caress. Evelyn's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Lathifa's. The older woman's expression was focused and intense, her eyes dark with desire.

Lathifa, what are you doing to me?" Evelyn asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her body trembling with the intensity of her arousal.

The black fingers kept their relentless assault, her thumb circling the white girl's clit with maddening precision.

 "I've wanted to do this to you since the first moment I saw you," Lathifa said, her voice low and husky, her eyes never leaving Evelyn's. "I've dreamed of it every night since then. You've haunted my dreams, Evelyn. You're all I think about."

Evelyn's breath hitched, her eyes widening in shock and arousal at Lathifa's confession. Her body betrayed her, conflicting with her mind's protests as she pressed herself against Lathifa's hand, craving the exquisite sensation.

"Lathifa," she gasped, her voice nothing more than a whisper as she felt the first waves of her orgasm. building.

Her body responded despite her mind's protests, arching against Lathifa's hand and her back bending as if to grant the older woman deeper access. Her hips moved involuntarily, grinding against the black fingers caressing her, seeking the intense sensation that threatened to overwhelm her. Lathifa's touch was unyielding, her black fingers moving with confidence that left no room for resistance.

Sergeant Blake smiled in satisfaction. She leaned in, her breath hot against Lieutenant Wood's ear, her voice a low growl. "That's it, Evelyn. Give in to it.”

Lathifa's thumb moved faster in circles, her fingers matching the relentless rhythm, her smile widening as Evelyn's hips moved in sync with her touch. Evelyn's eyes fluttered shut, her breath coming in quick, ragged gasps as her body tensed, muscles coiling like an over-wound spring. She could feel the pressure mounting, heat spreading from her core, threatening to take over. Her mind raced, resisting the sensation, but her body betrayed her, desperate for release. She bit her lip, her fingers releasing Lathifa’s wrist to grab onto the Black woman's shoulder for support.

"Lathifa," she gasped, her voice a hoarse whisper, her body trembling as she struggled to stay in control.

But Lathifa's fingers slipped deeper, plunging into her slick heat with a force that left Evelyn no choice but to surrender. Her hips bucked against the black woman's hand, her inner walls clenching around the intrusion, her body craving more even as her mind screamed in protest.

Evelyn's body convulsed, her muscles tensing and releasing in a dance of sensation and emotion she couldn't control. She let out a low moan, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut as the wave of pleasure overwhelmed her, consuming her whole being.

Lathifa's lips brushed against her ear, her voice a low growl, "That's right, Evelyn. Let it take you. Give yourself over to it."

Evelyn was overwhelmed by an intense, unstoppable force of pleasure that she couldn't resist. She could feel every inch of Lathifa's fingers, every ridge and callus, as they moved within her, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. The black fingers were relentless, the thumb circling the white girl's clit with precise pressure, and the other fingers stroking her G-spot with a skill that left her powerless to resist.

Finally, Evelyn's eyes rolled back as the sensation consumed her, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Her body shook, her muscles tensed and released in a dance of feeling and emotion she couldn't control.

Then, as suddenly as it had started, Lathifa's fingers slipped away, leaving Evelyn panting, her body aching with a mix of pleasure and confusion. She stood there, her breath ragged, her eyes closed as if trying to hold on to the last traces of the storm that had just swept over her.

The room was quiet now, the air cool against her heated skin. Lieutenant Wood opened her eyes, her heart still pounding, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her release. Sergeant Blake smiled maliciously at her and stepped back, her hands moving to her own uniform, her fingers working the buttons of her pants with practiced ease.

The beautiful red-haired girl watched, her eyes wide, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. She had never felt anything like that before, never imagined she could be lifted to such heights by another person's touch. But this black woman was different. She was confident, in control, and she had made the white girl feel things she had never experienced before.

As Lathifa unfastened her pants, Evelyn felt a sudden wave of embarrassment. She quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing with heat as she watched the older woman reveal more of her body. The sound of the zipper being pulled down sounded loud in the otherwise silent room, and the rasp of the fabric against fabric made her heart race.

Evelyn's eyes flicked back to Lathifa, unable to resist the pull. She saw the older woman step out of her uniform pants and move her hands to her underwear, a pair of plain, black briefs that hugged her hips. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her body tensed as she realized what was about to happen.

She watched, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and curiosity, as Lathifa's hands hooked into the waistband of her briefs, slowly pulling them down, revealing a thick patch of gray hair between her strong, muscular thighs. The sight of the older woman's hairy pussy, stark against the black of her tights, made the redheaded girl's pulse quicken, her body responding to the raw, primal image before her.

Lathifa stood before her, her body fully exposed, her gaze locked onto Evelyn's.

"I want you to see all of me, Evelyn," she said, her voice low and husky, her eyes flickering with a mix of desire and challenge. "I want you to see the real me, not the polished, respectable Sergeant Major. The one who can take what she wants and doesn't give a damn about propriety."

Lathifa's voice was a low growl, her eyes holding Evelyn in a steely grip. She placed her hands on the beautiful redhead's shoulders and pushed her down, the movement sudden and forceful. Evelyn gasped, her eyes wide with shock and arousal as she stumbled forward, her knees hitting the cold, hard floor of the office. She looked up at Lathifa, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire, her body aching with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"What are you doing, Lathifa?" Evelyn whispered, her voice just above a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest like a trapped bird.

Before she could react, a black hand shot out, undoing her red hair bun and grabbing a fistful of her fiery hair. The sudden, sharp pain made her gasp, her eyes widening in shock and pain. But Lathifa was unyielding, her grip firm as she guided Evelyn's head down, down, until her face was level with her exposed pussy. Evelyn's eyes were even with the gray hair bush, the scent of the older Black woman's arousal strong and pungent, filling her nostrils. She let out a soft whimper, her body tensing as she realized what Lathifa was about to do. She tried to pull away, to resist, but Lathifa's grip was too firm, her fingers tangled in Evelyn's hair, holding her steady. Her other hand reached out to the first one, her black fingers twisting the fiery red locks into a makeshift leash. Evelyn gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled against the sudden, sharp pain.

"Lathifa, please," Lieutenant Wood whispered, her voice a hoarse plea, her eyes cast down to the sight before her.

She could feel the heat radiating from Sergeant Blake's body, see the glistening wetness between her thighs, and she knew what was about to happen. Panic surged within her, her body tensing as she fought against the inevitable. But Lathifa's grip was unbreakable, her will unyielding.

"I want you to taste me, Evelyn," she growled, her voice low and urgent. "Want you to feel my heat, my pleasure, on your lips."

With a forceful tug, Lathifa pulled Evelyn's head forward, guiding her mouth towards her pussy. The white girl hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of shock, arousal, and uncertainty. She had never done anything like this before, had never imagined she would. But the black woman's scent was intoxicating. Evelyn's tongue tentatively touched her clit, the contact sending a jolt of pleasure through Lathifa's body. She let out a low moan, her hips bucking slightly, her black fingers tightening the red, fiery hair.

“Just like that," she breathed, her voice thick with desire.

Evelyn's tongue explored the folds of her pussy, tasting her for the first time. The musky, salty flavor was overwhelming, and the white girl found herself drawn in, her tongue delving deeper, seeking more. The black woman's hips bucked against her, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt the redhead's tongue against her most intimate place.

"That's it, Evelyn," she whispered, her voice ragged with desire. "Taste me. Make me come with that talented tongue of yours."

Evelyn hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with a mix of confusion and arousal. She had never engaged in anything like this before, never imagined she would. But the taste of Lathifa, the feel of her against her tongue, was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She was consumed by it, her body responding despite her mind's protests.

Lathifa's hips thrusted more against Evelyn's face, her moans growing louder, more insistent.

"Yes, just like that," she gasped, her fingers tightening in the fiery hair, urging her on.

Evelyn's tongue flicked against Lathifa's clit, her mouth capturing the swollen nub, her tongue circling and lapping at the sensitive flesh. The sound of the black woman’s pleasure filled the room, her moans echoing off the stark, sterile walls as a primal symphony.

"Fuck, Evelyn," Lathifa cried out, her hips moving in a desperate, erratic rhythm. "Right there, don't stop. Don't you fucking dare stop."

Evelyn's cheeks burned with a blend of shame and arousal, her face wet with her dominatrix's juices, her mouth filled with the taste of her.

She moved her tongue around Lathifa's clit, feeling the rough velvet texture under it. The black sergeant's hips bucked in response, her grip on the beautiful white girl's hair tightening more as she guided her head, encouraging her to lick her more vigorously.

"That's it, Evelyn," she panted, her voice ragged with need. "Faster, harder. Make me come with your tongue."

Evelyn's heart raced, her body aching for both humiliation and desire. She had never been in this situation before, never thought she would be brought to her knees, literally, for another woman. But Lathifa's taste and scent were irresistible, and Evelyn found herself captivated by them, her tongue moving quickly, her mouth sucking and licking, desperately trying to please.

Sergeant Blake was nearing climax and feeling pure ecstasy.  Looking down, she saw Lieutenant Wood, the stunning white redhead girl who was her sexual obsession and the cause of her restless nights. Wood was almost naked on her knees, with her beautiful face buried between the black woman's muscular thighs, not only pleasuring her but also eager to give her the utmost satisfaction.  

Lathifa's face lit up with a broad smile of satisfaction; no sexual conquest had been eagerly desired, and it brought her so much happiness. She lifted her head, closed her eyes, and surrendered herself to the rising orgasm.

Suddenly, the black woman's body tensed, her hips bucking wildly against the white girl's beautiful face, her black fingers digging into the red-haired's scalp with a force that made her wince. But Evelyn didn't pull away. Instead, she held on, her tongue pressing firmly against Lathifa's clit, her lips and mouth working in unison, determined to bring the older woman to the edge she desperately sought.

"Fuck, Evelyn, yes!" Lathifa cried out, her voice passionate with pleasure and urgency. "Drink me, you filthy little slut. Drink every fucking drop of my cum."

 With a guttural cry, Lathifa's body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, her hot, bitter release flooding Evelyn's mouth, coating her tongue, her throat, her very being. Evelyn swallowed instinctively, her body reacting to the primal urge, her mind overwhelmed by the raw, intense flavor of Lathifa's pleasure.

As the older black woman's body trembled with the last waves of her orgasm, she reached down, her fingers tangled in the white beauty's hair, pulling her up roughly. Evelyn's blue eyes were wide, her face flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal, her lips glistening with Lathifa's release. She opened her mouth to speak or protest, but Lathifa interrupted her with a brutal, demanding kiss that pressed her lips against Evelyn's. The redhead girl gasped, her body tensing at the sudden, forceful contact as her hands weakly pushed against the broad chest of the black woman. However, Sergeant Blake remained steadfast, her kiss rough and insistent, her tongue forcing its way into Lieutenant Wood's mouth, tasting herself on her pink lips.

Evelyn's body was stiff, her hands pressed against Lathifa's chest, her mind a whirlwind of shock and humiliation. Then, suddenly, the black older woman spun the white girl around, grabbing her shoulders with enough force to make her wince. Lieutenant Wood felt a quick, sharp slap on her butt cheek, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the sterile room. "Ow!" she cried, her hands flying to her stinging behind, her eyes wide with shock.

Lathifa's hand gripped Evelyn’s delicate chin, forcing her to turn her head. Sergeant Blake's voice was low and commanding, her eyes branding into her prey's. "You're mine now, Evelyn. You belong to me. And I'll make you do anything I want." She slapped the beautiful white officer's ass again, the sharp sting making her flinch.

Tonight, at your house, at nine. Dress sexy for me. I want to see those curves, Evelyn. I want to fuck that sexy little body of yours," she commanded.

Evelyn's eyes widened in shock as her body stiffened at Lathifa's harsh words. She had never heard anyone speak to her that way, nor had she ever imagined she would be addressed with such raw, crude desire. She opened her mouth to protest, to tell Lathifa she couldn't, that she wouldn't, but the black woman cut her off, her hand tightening on Evelyn's chin. Her black fingers pressed deeply into the soft, white flesh, forcing the beautiful redhead to lock eyes with her steely gaze.

 "You will, Evelyn," she said, her voice low and commanding. "You will do exactly as I say. You will dress sexy and wait for me at your home at nine. Understood?"

Lathifa released Evelyn suddenly, her hands falling to her sides. Evelyn staggered, her body swaying as she struggled to keep her balance. She looked up at Lathifa, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. The older woman's grip had been painful, her words harsh, her demands clear. Evelyn couldn't believe what had just happened, couldn't believe that her subordinate had taken control so completely, so quickly. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her heart still pounding in her chest, her body aching with a mix of humiliation and arousal. She wanted to scream, cry, run away, and never look back. But she also wanted to stay, to do as Sergeant Blake had demanded, to explore this primal side of herself that she had never known existed.

Lieutenant Wood nodded meekly and whispered a barely audible “Yes”.