Agent Smith Trapped in the Dungeon

Agent Smith chronicles-she gets more than she bargained for.

Agent Natasha Smith had been with the bureau for six years now. She always aspired to be part of the National Investigative Bureau, and when she finally got the job, she invested her whole self into it. Over the last two or three years, it had become a place that she felt in tune with. The rules were very lenient, and there was a lot of latitude given to the agents. She was currently working on a few different cases officially. Still, like most of the other agents of her same mindset, they always worked a few on the side. These cases were off the books because they had no legal justification for pursuing them technically. Still, they would typically create the needed justification after they found enough evidence to move forward and put forth an actual case.

Natasha was the perfect example of somebody that was married to their job; she had absolutely no one in her life and nothing in her life besides work. Sure, she ran and tried to stay fit, but that was only because she felt it was necessary for her job. Every guy at work had hit on her, but she never gave in. She knew half of how she got her place in the bureau was how attractive she was, and the hopes of male supervisors that they would see what her tight body looked like without her suit covering it. But she was hyper-focused on her job. Not the people there.

She was currently running to off-the-books cases. But the one that she was working on today was the Nelson’s. She would find financially successful people and try to get into their lives and find out if there was anything she could use against them. This worked wonderfully in the past for her and many of her coworkers. It would eventually turn into a situation where they could extort money from them or find something that could be turned into a crime. In their minds, it was doing whatever they needed to reach the outcome they sought, finding criminals that were staying under the radar.

Over the last few months, Agent Smith had found nothing she could use legally. Still, her curiosity and interest in the Nelsons had become almost obsessive. After her first drone overflight, where she had gotten aerial footage of their property, she became hooked. She watched as something went down in front of the large white house on the beach in front of a small lake. She literally watched from the beginning as the mail escorted the female out onto the beach, tied her onto a chaise lounge out there, and had his way with her. She had always been very vanilla when it came to sex, not that that mattered lately as she hadn’t had anyone in her life in quite a while. But she caught herself watching the video over and over for days on end after she found it.

This caused her to dig more into the purchasing habits of the two. She saw that both of them had purchased online from adult toy sellers over the last couple of years. The male had done much more shopping, but they were both participating. She even went as far as to look into specific purchases finding various exciting toys in their past shopping carts. She fantasized about having someone buy these objects and use them on her like they were doing to each other.

Beyond that, she had gotten into online document storage for both of them. She had found stories and letters they had written to each other that only made her more and more jealous of the sexually charged relationship they had. She tried to get into their home security system, and eventually, using the bureau’s software and reach, she did get in but saw that none of the cameras were seeing anything of value. They were purely used for security on the exterior of the home.

She pulled some strings to get house layouts and developed a reasonably good 3-D map. Agent Smith spent almost 8 months digging into the lives of the Nelsons. She found nothing illegal, but she was addicted to the personas she had created of them. It was a pair of middle-aged but attractive people who seemed to have an extremely open-minded sex life together. All she knew was that she was extremely jealous, and she couldn’t stop herself or her obsession to continuing to watch them from afar.

In the ninth month of her investigation she found her case load especially light and she was particularly upset about her lack of prospects at work, and she decided to physically get into their home one day when they were out. She had developed a fairly robust profile of their movements. She felt comfortable picking a window to escape without being caught or found out. She had found some text messages between them recently that told her they were planning an overnight trip to a hotel a couple hours away, and she chose that to be the evening that she got in.

She procured all the electronic equipment to defeat their home security and surveillance systems. She was preparing herself for the intrusion that Thursday night.

When Thursday afternoon rolled around, she put herself in place a few miles away from their home. She set up all of her equipment in the back of her sport utility vehicle. When she watched their GPS signals get onto the highway heading east, she knew she had at least 24 hours to reach her goal. Her goal? She wasn’t even sure what she was doing; she had nothing to look for; she was just obsessed; she just wanted to get in and see what this life they were living looked like.

She didn’t admit it to herself, but she just wanted to go in and touch things they had felt, walk in the rooms they walked in every day, and maybe even lay down on the sheets they slept in. Still, she really didn’t know what she was doing. She was not behaving logically. She was just reacting to the emptiness inside herself. She moved towards the home in her vehicle; she used the radio frequency emitter to open their security gate and drove up the driveway towards the house. She parked right in the driveway because as she was pulling up, she dropped the code into the surveillance cameras remotely that blocked their signal, causing them to send a recorded loop from the day before over and over. She used the same radio frequency transmitter to open the garage door, and as she walked in, she closed it behind her looking around, taking it all in.

She had used her phone to log into their security system. She disabled it, which allowed her to open the door from the garage into the house. She walked around in awe, she had tried to imagine what they lived in, what the pictures of their life would look like, she had seen them out in about through surveillance, but for her to be able to open up their drawers and see all the clothes they owned made her feel much closer to them.

She held Lynns underwear feeling what it felt like between her fingers. She dug through the basket of socks that Alan wore every day, and she just tried to do anything she could to be close to these people whom she had been watching from afar for almost a year. She spent nearly an hour looking, trying to see intimate details about them. The main thing she noticed was that she didn’t find a single item attached to their crazy sex lives that she had become obsessed with. Not even a single vibrator in the nightstand drawer.

Her main curiosity was the large part of the basement that seemed missing from all of the blueprints she could find in the files. She wondered if this was where she would find the less public side of these two people she was learning about. She quickly found the access door from the closet where the basement’s sump pump was contained. Her heart fluttered as she walked into the dark room, hoping to see something scandalous, but she found only shelves of files. She continued to the end, where she discovered yet another hidden door. Her heart again began beating quickly. She knew this had to be it, and as she walked through, she saw another door, this one clad in steel. It almost looked like the door of a castle or a dungeon.

Her body was buzzing with excitement. She said this looked like a dungeon; all the web searches they had made, all the purchases they had delivered to their home, and all of the articles they wrote for each other revolved around what she hoped to find in this room. And when she walked in and flipped the switch, the room illuminated dimly with red lights, and she saw everything she wanted. She instantly caught herself getting wet as the sexual excitement rolled over her. She walked around, touching and feeling everything in the room. She fantasized about being part of this room, having someone dominate her and use her in this room. Being able to look at the wall of toys and know that they have been used on her and used by her. She felt like she was only the brush of a fingertip from cumming in her pants.

About an hour before Agent Smith stumbled into his sex dungeon, Alan had got a weird notification from the camera at the end of his driveway, the one that was on a separate Internet account from the main one at his house, and when he saw a vehicle pull through that he didn’t recognize, he told Lynn and they both decided they needed to get home and see what was going on.

Alan was also notified that their surveillance system was unavailable and the door alarms were no longer active. It was all quite curious as he didn’t think that was something a regular thief could do. But if it was, they were prepared. He had been running a parallel security and surveillance system just in case his main one failed, not in case somebody hacked the design but in case there was a hardware problem etc. As he discovered today, it proved to be well worth his time and money.

Alan and Lynn raced home, the whole time, Lynn watching the cameras by the gate to see if anyone had left, but as they drew within just a few minutes of their home, no one had left the property. From activity on their motion sensors it seemed as if the intruder may have made their way into their Dungeon. As they got close, Lynn asked “Can we watch the cameras in the dungeon from here?”