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In this episode of Options Boot Camp, Mark Longo from the Options Insider and Dan Passarelli from Market Taker Mentoring dive into key topics surrounding options trading. They discuss concerns related to Zero DTE options, VIX call trading strategies, and evaluating gamma's importance. Additionally, the episode explores the future of the binary events market, potential expansions of trading products, and the intriguing idea of trading call options on sports teams. The segment wraps with listener questions addressing unexpected moments in trading careers and practical strategies when dealing with gamma and earning seasons, providing a comprehensive outlook on the current and future state of options trading.   01:02 Welcome to Options Boot Camp 02:57 Listener Mail Call 08:48 Market Taker Question of the Week 15:33 Understanding Gamma in Options Trading 18:04 Hilarious Handle: Concerned Breakfast 19:07 Unexpected Moments in Trading 23:30 The Notion of a 'Get Out of Jail Free' Card in Options Trading 26:49 Future of Binary and Event Markets 31:24 Wrapping Up and Final Thoughts  

In this episode of Options Boot Camp, Mark Longo from the Options Insider and Dan Passarelli from Market Taker Mentoring dive into key topics surrounding options trading. They discuss concerns related to Zero DTE options, VIX call trading strategies, and evaluating gamma's importance. Additionally, the episode explores the future of the binary events market, potential expansions of trading products, and the intriguing idea of trading call options on sports teams. The segment wraps with listener questions addressing unexpected moments in trading careers and practical strategies when dealing with gamma and earning seasons, providing a comprehensive outlook on the current and future state of options trading.   01:02 Welcome to Options Boot Camp 02:57 Listener Mail Call 08:48 Market Taker Question of the Week 15:33 Understanding Gamma in Options Trading 18:04 Hilarious Handle: Concerned Breakfast 19:07 Unexpected Moments in Trading 23:30 The Notion of a 'Get Out of Jail Free' Card in Options Trading 26:49 Future of Binary and Event Markets 31:24 Wrapping Up and Final Thoughts  

Wednesday May 21, 2025 DOJ is handing Boeing ‘get out of jail free' card

Liberation Day or Taxmageddon? Your Wallet's Day of ReckoningBrace yourself as taxes skyrocket under a chaotic new regime! One thing's certain: your income tax isn't going anywhere, and tariffs are piling on. Gold Rush Frenzy: Cashing in on Chaos     As markets tremble and Trump's tariff tantrums ignite uncertainty, gold soars to dizzying heights! Investors flee to the shiny safe haven, but many are still heading for paper promises of ETFs.                Beware the blockchain bandits! Stablecoins and tokenized assets promise riches but deliver volatility and vulnerability. Governments and thieves salivate as your wealth goes digital—will this be the ultimate heist of the century?    Will AI Agents add even more volatility? Trump's Get-Out-of-Jail-Free for White Collar CriminalsHunter Biden's shady partners walk free, while fraudsters and bond scammers get VIP treatment Will Trump Reduce China Tariff so His Billionaire Buddy Can Buy It?A pro-Trump tycoon's $47 billion bid to snatch TikTok Border Gestapo: Tourists Shackled, Speech Silenced     Nightmares at the border as tourists face weeks in prison, chains and deportation for paperwork slip-ups!     Meanwhile, private groups hunt student protesters with facial recognition, blurring the line between law and tyranny. Is free speech dead? Multicultural Melting Pot Boils OverForeign wars spill onto American soil as clashing factions fight for dominance Toddler Transphobia: Nursery Nonsense Goes NuclearInsanity reigns as toddlers face suspension for “transphobia” in schools.  But what about the poor kids who are being gaslit and groomed into transgenderism, mutilation and sterilization? Anti-Anti-Semitism: Playing the Race Card for Politics Just Like the LeftOp-eds become terrorism as Trump Administration virtue signals for its paymasters in Israel Australia's Net Zero Bankrupts the Nation Prices soar, and the West's industrial heart bleeds out—climate fanatics cheer as civilization crumbles Christ or Chaos: The West's Soul Hangs in the BalanceFrom Ramadan lights to silenced prayers, foreign faiths muscle in while leaders sell out. Can Christendom rise again, or is this the end of our moral roots?How Globalism Stole Our Jobs, Our Land, and Our Future – Can Tariffs Restore by Reshore?       Spencer Morrison, lawyer, entrepreneur, historian, and author unveils the shocking truth behind America's economic collapse in his explosive new book, Reshore: How Tariffs Will Bring Our Jobs Home and Revive the American Dream.       Morrison focuses on the trade deficit, now largely forgotten in public debate.  He makes the case for tariffs and critiques the damage done by the free-trade myth (are trade agreements 1,000s of pages long “free”?)     From the sucking sound of NAFTA to the chilling parallels with Britain's imperial downfall, this is the wake-up call America can't ignore!If you would like to support the show and our family please consider subscribing monthly here: SubscribeStar https://www.subscribestar.com/the-david-knight-show Or you can send a donation throughMail: David Knight POB 994 Kodak, TN 37764Zelle: @DavidKnightShow@protonmail.comCash App at: $davidknightshowBTC to: bc1qkuec29hkuye4xse9unh7nptvu3y9qmv24vanh7Money should have intrinsic value AND transactional privacy: Go to DavidKnight.gold for great deals on physical gold/silverFor 10% off Gerald Celente's prescient Trends Journal, go to TrendsJournal.com and enter the code KNIGHTFor 10% off supplements and books, go to RNCstore.com and enter the code KNIGHTBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-david-knight-show--2653468/support.

Liberation Day or Taxmageddon? Your Wallet's Day of ReckoningBrace yourself as taxes skyrocket under a chaotic new regime! One thing's certain: your income tax isn't going anywhere, and tariffs are piling on. Gold Rush Frenzy: Cashing in on Chaos     As markets tremble and Trump's tariff tantrums ignite uncertainty, gold soars to dizzying heights! Investors flee to the shiny safe haven, but many are still heading for paper promises of ETFs.                Beware the blockchain bandits! Stablecoins and tokenized assets promise riches but deliver volatility and vulnerability. Governments and thieves salivate as your wealth goes digital—will this be the ultimate heist of the century?    Will AI Agents add even more volatility? Trump's Get-Out-of-Jail-Free for White Collar CriminalsHunter Biden's shady partners walk free, while fraudsters and bond scammers get VIP treatment Will Trump Reduce China Tariff so His Billionaire Buddy Can Buy It?A pro-Trump tycoon's $47 billion bid to snatch TikTok Border Gestapo: Tourists Shackled, Speech Silenced     Nightmares at the border as tourists face weeks in prison, chains and deportation for paperwork slip-ups!     Meanwhile, private groups hunt student protesters with facial recognition, blurring the line between law and tyranny. Is free speech dead? Multicultural Melting Pot Boils OverForeign wars spill onto American soil as clashing factions fight for dominance Toddler Transphobia: Nursery Nonsense Goes NuclearInsanity reigns as toddlers face suspension for “transphobia” in schools.  But what about the poor kids who are being gaslit and groomed into transgenderism, mutilation and sterilization? Anti-Anti-Semitism: Playing the Race Card for Politics Just Like the LeftOp-eds become terrorism as Trump Administration virtue signals for its paymasters in Israel Australia's Net Zero Bankrupts the Nation Prices soar, and the West's industrial heart bleeds out—climate fanatics cheer as civilization crumbles Christ or Chaos: The West's Soul Hangs in the BalanceFrom Ramadan lights to silenced prayers, foreign faiths muscle in while leaders sell out. Can Christendom rise again, or is this the end of our moral roots?How Globalism Stole Our Jobs, Our Land, and Our Future – Can Tariffs Restore by Reshore?       Spencer Morrison, lawyer, entrepreneur, historian, and author unveils the shocking truth behind America's economic collapse in his explosive new book, Reshore: How Tariffs Will Bring Our Jobs Home and Revive the American Dream.       Morrison focuses on the trade deficit, now largely forgotten in public debate.  He makes the case for tariffs and critiques the damage done by the free-trade myth (are trade agreements 1,000s of pages long “free”?)     From the sucking sound of NAFTA to the chilling parallels with Britain's imperial downfall, this is the wake-up call America can't ignore!If you would like to support the show and our family please consider subscribing monthly here: SubscribeStar https://www.subscribestar.com/the-david-knight-show Or you can send a donation throughMail: David Knight POB 994 Kodak, TN 37764Zelle: @DavidKnightShow@protonmail.comCash App at: $davidknightshowBTC to: bc1qkuec29hkuye4xse9unh7nptvu3y9qmv24vanh7Money should have intrinsic value AND transactional privacy: Go to DavidKnight.gold for great deals on physical gold/silverFor 10% off Gerald Celente's prescient Trends Journal, go to TrendsJournal.com and enter the code KNIGHTFor 10% off supplements and books, go to RNCstore.com and enter the code KNIGHTBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-real-david-knight-show--5282736/support.

As more evidence emerges that former President Biden did not actually sign most of the documents during his presidency - including his numerous "pardons" - the big question is what did the president NOT know and when did he NOT know it? Also today - is the "peace candidate" taking us to war with Iran? Get your tickets TODAY for the Ron Paul Institute Spring Conference: https://tinyurl.com/3t97tx8f

In this episode of "Kent Hance: The Best Storyteller in Texas," Kent discusses the critical issue of bail reform in Texas, focusing on Senate Joint Resolution Number 6 (SJR 6). Hance shares insights from his legal career, highlighting the essential role of bail bondsmen and recounting anecdotes that illustrate their impact on ensuring court appearances. He emphasizes the urgent need for reform, citing alarming statistics and personal stories of crimes committed by individuals out on bail. The episode blends humor with serious reflections, advocating for legislative changes to enhance public safety and justice.

What's good, Pitmasters?! Tonight the fellas take a walk down memory lane and talk about their favorite video game consoles of old, break down a new sport that's all the craze in India, and discuss a guy who seems to think he has a permanent "Get Out of Jail Free" card!1.) Top 3 Video Game Consoles (14:07)2.) Mallakhamb (38:52)3.) Enrique Tarrio (59:19)4.) Will Smith Ain't Slick (1:22:45)Peep the website:https://thedfpn.com/the-smokepit Wanna join in on the discussion? Join our Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/thesmokepitpodcastfangroup/ Catch everything the DFPN has to offer over on their Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/datfeelinpodcast Thanks to our sponsor, Con's Custom Creations: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100093656943078 Support the Brand:Patreon: patreon.com/datfeelinpodcast Bandcamp: datfeelin.bandcamp.com Merch: www.dfpnmerchshop.com

First: Sources tell CNN President Trump is considering a White House visit for his supporters who stormed the Capitol and tried to derail the peaceful transfer of power on January 6th, 2021  Plus: The new president is moving feverishly to remake the federal government in his image. His latest power move is revoking decades of diversity programs and possibly firing the men and women who ran them.  And: Claiming "my party left me," New York City Mayor Eric Adams, indicted on corruption charges, is slamming his fellow Democrats while cozying up to President Trump and his allies. Is this all part of winning a pardon?  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

[SEGMENT 2-1] Great Days for America 1 All the people behind the targeting of Trump will exposed in the coming weeks. They will all either accept pleas or be made to face justice. We have 4 years to correct the horrible wrongs faced by this great nation during the era of Biden, and era of politics replete with corruption and debauchery. Time made President Trump: Man of the Year. Not that he needed their endorsement.  [SEGMENT 2-2] Great Days for America 2 Trump went from pariah to GOAT. He's a HERO He went from quicksand under his feet to a firm foundation I don't know many presidents who go into office with this type of mandate, and I don't mean what we've conjured up in our minds as MAGA. Americans are overjoyed about Trump's return.   First president to ring the bell at the NYSE since 1985 when they chose Reagan. Trump's name will last as long as Reagan's in the lexicon of political discussions and particularly admiration by Conservatives.   The resignation of Christopher Wray is a great day for America as it will end the Weaponization of what has become known as the United States Department of Injustice. I just don't know what happened to him. We will now restore the Rule of Law for all Americans. Under the leadership of Christopher Wray, the FBI illegally raided my home, without cause, worked diligently on illegally impeaching and indicting me, and has done everything else to interfere with the success and future of America. They have used their vast powers to threaten and destroy many innocent Americans, some of which will never be able to recover from what has been done to them. Kash Patel is the most qualified Nominee to lead the FBI in the Agency's History, and is committed to helping ensure that Law, Order, and Justice will be brought back to our Country again, and soon. As everyone knows, I have great respect for the rank-and-file of the FBI, and they have great respect for me. They want to see these changes every bit as much as I do but, more importantly, the American People are demanding a strong, but fair, System of Justice. We want our FBI back, and that will now happen. I look forward to Kash Patel's confirmation, so that the process of Making the FBI Great Again can begin. Thank you   There is ONE reason why Fani Willis refuses to turn over her communications on J6. She's guilty and so are they. She has been INSTRUCTED not to turn this information over.  [SEGMENT 2-3] Great Days are Coming 3 – Pardons   Chris Wray's legacy will be turning the world's most powerful law enforcement agency into a domestic terror operation that includes raiding the home of the former president, entrapping individuals into politically-oriented hoaxes like Whitmer fednapping, colluding with Big Tech to protect the Biden crime family by censoring Americans, and using the FBI counterterrorism task force to investigate, raid, and arrest nearly 1,600 Americans who protested the 2020 election on January 6. His failures include record crime, a bleeding southern border, out of control fentanyl crisis, and historic low trust in the FBI. Seems impossible but the worst FBI director in US history. The damage he caused this country may never be fully repaired. WTF?! Joe Biden just pardoned multiple Chinese spies and an individual convicted of possessing child p*rnography   https://www.ft.com/content/3378545d-d1bc-4fe6-880c-69ff5c649a05 Please use the sharing tools found via the share button at the top or side of articles. Copying articles to share with others is a breach of FT.com T&Cs and Copyright Policy. Email licensing@ft.com to buy additional rights. Subscribers may share up to 10 or 20 articles per month using the gift article service. More information can be found here. https://www.ft.com/content/3378545d-d1bc-4fe6-880c-69ff5c649a05China has hailed the release by the US of three Chinese citizens including an allegedly politically connected former student convicted of possessing child pornography. Jin Shanlin was freed as part of a rare prisoner swap negotiated with the Biden administration that China's foreign ministry said on Thursday was the result of “tireless” government efforts. While the other two Chinese citizens were imprisoned in the US on espionage-related convictions, Jin pleaded guilty in 2021 to possessing child pornography. During his trial in Texas, an FBI special agent testified that his family was “connected to influential members of the Communist party in China”, according to court records. China's foreign ministry said on Thursday its three citizens had been wrongfully detained by the US and were safely returned home through the “tireless efforts of the Chinese government”.  “This once again demonstrates that China will never abandon its compatriots under any circumstances, and the motherland will always be their strong support,” said foreign ministry spokesperson Mao Ning.  Jin, 26, had admitted possessing and distributing “more than 600 images and videos of child pornography” while he was studying for a PhD at Southern Methodist University in Texas.  Local police department investigators said an internet protocol address linked to Jin's residence had used a peer-to-peer network to share a video of “sexual assault of an infant by an adult male” along with other child porn.  Police said they found child pornography open on Jin's computer when they entered his home, which included “videos involving infants and toddlers”.     https://deepnewz.com/china/biden-grants-clemency-to-chinese-national-convicted-child-pornography-espionage-4efaf070 I asked for a comedic take on Biden's massive pardon spree, and particularly on this article where he pardoned Chinese nationals. [START] https://deepnewz.com/china/biden-grants-clemency-to-chinese-national-convicted-child-pornography-espionage-4efaf070 President Joe Biden has granted clemency to Shanlin Jin, a Chinese national convicted of possessing 47,000 images of child pornography. Yanjun Xu, a Chinese spy sentenced to 20 years for espionage. Jin had served four years of his 97-month sentence after pleading guilty. The Plano police confirmed 1,338 images and videos on Jin's computer, including infant sexual assault. For additional context, here is another article that references the deal: https://www.ft.com/content/3378545d-d1bc-4fe6-880c-69ff5c649a05 Was HUNTER on there? Xu was convicted for plotting to steal proprietary information from aviation companies, including GE Aviation. The decision to grant clemency to these individuals has sparked significant controversy and criticism. [END] The only people discussing this are Conservatives. Interestingly, if you Google "Biden pardons", the information on the pardon of the Chinese won't come up. You must dig really deep or go to X to find the link mentioned above. It's as if the fake news media doesn't want to report about the pardon of the Chinese nationals. Instead of highlighting these pardons, all the other stories highlight Americans who have turned their lives around, and now act as exemplary citizens. Even if you add "Chinese Pardons" to the Google search, no story reveals the pardons to the Chinese. I proposed that Biden pardoned these people at the behest of the Chinese government, because the perpetrators are spies, and Biden was threatened by the Chinese for his potential dealings in China for which he pardoned Hunter in Phase I of his pardons. Phase II is a Pardon-a-Palooza as Biden pardoned over 1,500 people under the guise that they were either sentenced too long for their crimes or other so-called humanitarian reasons. I'm not buying this, at least not for the Chinese pardons. Finally, Phase III is where Biden will go hog wild, as we say in the country. Phases I and II were all to set up what Biden is about to do. He's trying to spread the outrage, because Phase III will be huge, as Biden pardons his remaining family members, and all of the upper echelon of the agencies in the DOJ down to middle-management.    “Joe's Great Pardon Bazaar: Everything Must Go!”“Biden's Backroom Deals: Now with Free Spy Exchanges!”“The Art of the Pardon: Joe Biden Edition”“Pardon Me? The Biden Family Clearance Sale”“From Hard Drives to Hard Time: Biden's Clemency Chronicles”“Keeping Up with the Clemencies”. And the latest episode? Pardon-a-Palooza. Apparently, Joe's handing out pardons like Oprah hands out cars. “You get a pardon! You get a pardon! Everybody gets a pardon!” So, Joe Biden's pardoning spree is in full swing. And it's not like he's just handing out Get Out of Jail Free cards to someone who shoplifted a Snickers. No, we're talking about hardcore criminals. Chinese nationals convicted of espionage and, uh, crimes so heinous that even Jeffrey Epstein would've been like, “Whoa, too far.” A pretty low bar for clemency, eh? “Are you a threat to national security or basic human decency? Congratulations! You qualify!”   Let's Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-kevin-jackson-show--2896352/support.

Join us as we discuss Joe Biden's latest Father of the Year moment - dropping a retroactive "Get Out of Jail Free" card on Hunter that would make monopoly players jealous. Meanwhile, Trump's out there living his best life at Notre Dame, making Macron's handshake game look weak and telling Zelensky to dress better. Plus, there's the matter of a healthcare CEO getting whacked in broad daylight in NYC. Join David and Brad as they try to make sense of another week where reality continues to out-crazy satire.

Well maybe not, but in Michigan they have a program that helps people arrested avoid jail. It's no get out of jail free card, but it will reduce the prison population and get people help. GoodGovernmentShow.com Thanks to our sponsors: Ourco How to Really Run a City Route Fifty LHD Academy of Science National Association of Counties (NACo)   Executive Producers: David Martin, David Snyder, Jim Ludlow Host/Reporter: David Martin Producers: David Martin, Jason Stershic Editor: Jason Stershic

Presidential Pardons coming out this morning....nothing new, but someone will be upset. Analysis from Blois Olson on The WCCO Morning News.

Presidential Pardons coming out this morning....nothing new, but someone will be upset. Analysis from Blois Olson on The WCCO Morning News.

Jack Bauer gives Nina Myers more than expected.Based on a post by Talking Bowl. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Nina Myers stared at Jack Bauer, a mixture of fear and vulnerability in her eyes. Just moments before, Ed, who had been sent along with Jack to help guard her on the truck ride to the airport, had slumped over unconscious into Jack's lap, the victim of a ‘mickey', which the rogue CTU agent had slipped into his bottled water. It had taken her tired mind, already rattled by Jack's previous violent interrogations back at HQ, a few minutes to process the full implication of the look on his face. To see the faintest trace of a smirk that played across his lips, and realize that he had been in the process of outwitting her, even as she had thought she was doing the same to him. Her previous taunts faded from her lips, and she stared at him in fear, dry-mouthed, her heart thumping in anticipation.For what seemed like an eternity, they did not speak. The only noise came from the dull roar of the engine, the rattle of the truck as it jostled down the road, the almost imperceptible sound of their breathing, and Nina's heartbeat, which, although only she could hear it, was almost deafening to her ears. Finally, she licked her lips, swallowed hard, and screwing up her bravado, said:"You got me, Jack." The words came out in a husky croak. He did not speak or move. Clearing her throat and holding her head a little higher, she tried again."What are you going to do to me now, Jack? Kill me?""I would never give you the satisfaction," he hissed. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he started to move towards her, bracing himself against the pitch and roll of the vehicle."What, then?" Bolder still. "Beat the shit out of me? Leave me unconscious for the guards to find, and then say I slipped and fell?"Or is it a mind-fuck;" (she caressed the word fuck, trying to make him savor it) "you want? Interrogate me a little more, try to make me piss myself, and hope I'll end up blubbering everything to you? Even you can't be that naïve," Nina sneered. "Don't forget, Jack, I'm as good at this as you are."Jack smirked. "Not quite." He was halfway towards her now. "Don't forget who's in chains here.""And why is that, Jack? Because I got away with something you never thought I could? Because I did it right under your nose and you never had a goddamn clue?" Fire glinted in her eyes. "Because you had the chance to kill me, but you just didn't have the balls to; "Nina's words turned into a yelp as Jack's hand shot out from his arm, grabbing her by the throat. The momentum of his grasp was so great that it lifted Nina out of her seat, until she was standing tilted back against the honeycombed metal walls of the truck. He rammed his torso against hers, pinning her in place, and put his face so close to hers that she could practically taste his hot breath with her tongue. The musky scent of his skin filled her nostrils, bringing back lewd memories despite the pain at her throat. Voiceless, she croaked out;"Jack; let go; ""Beg me," he snarled."What?""Beg me, Nina.""; please; ""Please what?"She stared at him blankly."Please what!" He tightened his grip, making her choke anew. "You may not work for me anymore, Nina, but you are still under my command! And as long as you are under my command! You will do! As I fucking say!" His face was flushed red, his breast heaving with exertion. "Now Please, fucking what?""Please; Sir; ""What?" His voice suddenly dropped in volume to a husky purr, and he put his ear up to her mouth. "What was that? Speak up, I can't hear you."Nina tried to speak, but could only make choking noises. Realizing he had made it impossible for her to carry out his orders, Jack loosened his grip on her throat, ever so slightly. Trying again, Nina gasped out:"Please; sir; will you let go of my throat?"Without a word, Jack let go of Nina's throat, but kept his body pinned against hers. Nina gasped as the air rushed back into her lungs. Her breathing was still slightly constricted from the pressure of Jack's weight against her ribs and diaphragm, but at least she no longer felt as if she were drowning for lack of air.Silence again, more charged than before. Jack's mouth by her ear, hers by his. Breathing in tandem, as much out of force of habit as out of comfort in their close quarters. Nina became aware of the fact that Jack's pelvis was pressed up against hers. Was it intentional? You never could tell, with Jack."So you're not going to kill me, Jack."He said nothing."And you're not going to beat me up, either."No response. She thought she could read agreement on his face, but wasn't sure."Then what are you going to do to me?" A slight note of fear in her voice, more than she would have liked, which she tried immediately to push away.He turned his face and looked her dead in the eye. His left hand crept around the back of her head, cupping it for support. He leaned in closer and, a trace of the arrogant smirk still on his lips, hissed at her:"Anything. I. Want."Nina knew it was true. He could do anything at all to her, and would most likely get away with it. Even if he were found out, who at CTU would defend her at this point? It took all her inner steel to avoid breaking down in tears at the thought.Jack's face drew even closer to Nina's. His breath felt warm on her face, yet his eyes still glittered with hatred. For a second, she thought he might strike her. Bite her. Spit in her face.Instead, to her surprise, she felt Jack's lips burning on hers. His tongue battered its way into her mouth as he kissed her violently. This time, there was lust mixed in with his anger, and the mixture sent a shiver through Nina in spite of herself. Almost instantaneously, she was furious both at him for taking advantage of her like this, and at herself for – she had to admit it – liking it.There was no doubt Jack was enjoying it too, in his own perverse way – the steadily fattening bulge in his jeans, burning against Nina's thigh, was proof enough of that. Not much blood going to his head right now, thought Nina. Seeing a chance to regain her edge in the situation, she kissed him back with gusto, trying to turn him on as much as possible. Just give him a nice big hard-on, and pretty soon he'd be weak enough to ease up on her. Ask her if the shackles were hurting her. Reach for the key and undo her, and just when he thought she wouldn't try to get away –All of a sudden, Nina felt Jack simultaneously disengage from her mouth and crotch. The hand that had been resting at the base of her skull only moments before yanked her head back by the roots of her hair, so far that she could barely breathe. Jack stood up, by now gasping for breath. His face was red; his erection strained the seams of the well-worn denim clinging to his lower body. Yet he seemed completely in control, both of himself and of her. Nina's mouth and pelvis burned at the withdrawal of his venomous lust, at the same time as her mind cried out in fury at being foiled by his ever-calculating mind."You thought you'd get off that easy, you piece of shit?" Jack shook his head in mock amazement. He leaned his face back in to hers and hissed:"I fucking own you. Do you understand me, you little cunt?"“Yes.""Yes what, ass rag?""Sir! Yes sir!" Nina shouted. Her humiliation fueled her arousal.Jack let go of her hair, shoving her head forward so hard that Nina was sure her neck was broken. She saw him kneel on the floor and go through Ed's pockets, searching for the key to the cuffs that bound her wrists and ankles together. She willed her facial muscles to remain neutral, but permitted herself an inward smile of triumph. Santa Barbara all over again. She had him by the balls.Jack found the keys, tried several of them before finding the right one, and undid the cuff attached to her broad leather belt and the one that connected her ankles to her wrists via a narrow metal chain. He disengaged those bonds completely and tossed them on the floor. She shifted slightly, anticipating the release of her hands and feet, but to her surprise, he left those cuffs on, throwing the keys over his shoulder, where they bounced off of Ed's inert body and skidded across the floor.Gingerly bracing his body against the truck's motion, Jack walked back towards Nina, the small smirk back on his lips. His left hand grabbed the chains binding her wrists and shoved them behind her neck, so that her hands were practically behind her head. Quick as a flash, she saw his right hand reach for something, heard the well-oiled flick of a blade popping out of its sheath, and before she knew it, Jack had a knife at her throat. MicroTek Halo, she registered."Now," he said, all business despite his barely concealed rage. "If you try to pull any more shit on me, or disobey me in any way, I will hurt you in ways you could only imagine. You'll fucking pray for death before I'm through with you. Understood?""Yes, sir.""Good," he said. He gently caressed her cheek with the butt of the knife, a twisted mockery of a tender lover's gesture. "Now lean back so that your head is touching the wall. Slowly."Trembling, she complied. As she did so, she noticed that her lower body tilted out over the seating bank, pelvis forward, legs splayed, as though she were presenting herself to him. Jack had planned it that way, no doubt. How like him, she thought bitterly.His left hand released her wrists, then traveled down to the front of her drab prison uniform. The hand holding the knife never left her throat. One by one, he undid the buttons, his thumb and forefinger working to pop each button gently yet firmly out of its hole. When he reached the buckle on her belt, he paused, as though contemplating his next move. Still acting one-handed, he loosened the tooth of the buckle from its leather hole so that the belt hung slack around her waist, then pulled it slowly down her thighs, almost to her knees."Put your knees together."She did so, wordlessly. He cinched the belt tightly around her legs, so that her loins touched each other. He chuckled softly to himself."Just think. If you'd kept your knees together before, none of this would have happened.""Jack; " she began to protest, forgetting herself."Shut up." He barely raised his voice, but she knew he meant it. She obeyed, but her eyes glittered with anger and frustration.Jack continued his slow, methodical unbuttoning of her uniform top, until he had undone the very last button. Then, in one supple motion, he yanked down her uniform bottom around the belt, exposing her plain white cotton panties. He then stood back up, replaced the point of the blade where it had been before, and pushed the fabric of the top far enough off her shoulders to expose the straps of the cheap standard-issue bra they had permitted her in prison. He smirked again, reading her mind – he knew how much she liked nice underwear, and how much it humiliated her to have to wear cheap, unflattering crap. Before she could even gasp in shock, he had cut both the straps with the knife, so that the bra hung loosely around her tits. He pulled down the fabric on each cup, one at a time, so that each nipple was just barely exposed. Nina's nipples had been fully soft in the steamy heat of the truck, but as Jack knowingly circled his thumb around her right one, they both watched it harden at his touch."Is this what you're going to do to me, Jack?" Nina spat in a low voice. "Tear my clothes off and fuck me in the back of this truck?"Jack said nothing. The hand with the knife slipped around behind her neck until his hand rested between her neck and shoulder, as though embracing her, but with the blade still pointed where it could hurt her if need be. His other thumb left her right nipple and started massaging her left one. He gazed directly at it, both pleased and fascinated by the effect he was having on her body in spite of itself. Nina's face flushed, but she continued:"How do you think you're going to explain yourself when we get to the airport and the guards find me like this? Do you think they're going to just hand you your Get Out of Jail Free card and say, 'Okay, Jack, just don't let it happen again?' Even you can't be that crazy."At this, Jack pinched her nipple – hard – between his thumb and forefinger. Nina yelped involuntarily, then held back another gasp as he continued to roll it around in his grasp, firmly yet – could it be? – gently. He continued to switch off, from left tit to right and back again, until he was sure both nipples were painfully hard, and then smiled again ever so slightly in satisfaction. Nina was almost wincing at the effects of her own arousal, but she somehow managed to hold herself in check.He had another command for her:"Hold still."Nina's throat was too dry to respond. She could only gaze dumbly as she watched the arm holding the Halo slip back from around her neck, slip up under her bra with the blade facing outward, and position itself right at the junction of the bra's two soft cups. With a sudden burst of force, Jack grabbed the bra with his other hand, braced against her for support, and cut Nina's bra open. A small, animal sound escaped from the captive woman's throat as the bra's support lapsed and her breasts fell to their sides. Even before, when she and Jack had been lovers and she had shown herself naked in front of him for the first time, she had never felt this exposed. Or this turned on.And then Jack's head was bent, he was kneeling, his firm hot mouth burning on her nipple, the knifeless palm grabbing her other tit and kneading it for all it was worth. Nina closed her eyes and felt her heart hammer against her ribcage. Rage in her mind, fear in her heart, heat in her cunt."Santa Barbara was business, Jack." She tried to sound cold and calculating, but her rising libido betrayed her. "I needed you to trust me. I needed you on my side. If you think you're reawakening an old flame or something, you're a bigger fool than I though. I saw my chance and I took it. End of story."Jack pulled his face away from her nipple and nuzzled between her breasts. He worked his way down slowly, tortuously, towards her stomach, his lips and teeth moving in stinging, sucking bites that Nina was sure would leave readily visible marks. Marks the guards would see, that would make them ask questions, that would – oh, GOD, his tongue was in her navel, he was working it around, hot DAMN that man was good with his mouth; shit, oh, shit, oh, shit, he was moving lower, lower still, but how the hell would he get her panties off with this fucking belt around her thighs, what was he, crazy?Again, the knife made an appearance. Again, Jack was grasping some piece of clothing on her body, trying to rip it off of her. First one side, then the other, along both seams of those hideous fucking granny panties that made her look like a friggin' hippo."I'll just rid you of those," he said, knowingly. The bastard was actually grinning. Then, as though performing a parlor trick, he whipped out her shredded panties from under her uniform, and Nina again yelped as the fabric stung her swollen clit and aching lips. He was enjoying this. Cocksucker."I don't hate you, you know, Jack." Trying to retain at least a shred of composure. "I didn't love you, either. None of this was ever personal."His mouth continued its searing path down her stomach, pausing as he lowered himself further still to give the tip of his turned-up nose a chance to nuzzle her dark pubic thatch."Oh, sure, I liked you all right. You were a decent guy. A good agent. An above-average fuck, when you got the chance. But no fuck is worth jeopardizing – AH!"Jack had nipped the sensitive skin just above her clitoral hood. He hadn't bit very hard, but the area was so engorged with the blood of Nina's hotly stoked lust that her eyes watered with pain. And then she could feel his hot breath on her, his mouth so close, but still not touching. Waiting. Teasing. Bastard. His tongue flicking, ever so lightly, over the painfully erect surface area of her sex, teasing her some more. Come on, motherfucker, get it over with.And then he was done teasing her, his mouth, his glorious mouth was on her, encircling her, inside her, licking and sucking her lips, her hood, her clit, fucking her with his tongue, tasting her wet hot slippery salty arousal. The man gave dynamite head, and he knew it, and she remembered it now more than ever. And as he got more and more into it, he yanked the belt down around her ankles and grabbed her by the hips and slammed her ass down on the seat – Nina was moaning steadily by now, no longer able to control herself – and spread her legs as far apart as they would go and oh my GOD he just kept eating her and eating her and eating her and –What? Why did he just -Jack stopped. He pulled his face away from her and squatted back on his heels, his hands still braced against her inner thighs. He had a wicked glint in his eyes and Nina's slick, clear juices all over his mouth and chin. She could feel his fingertips tickling the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, just barely touching, but enough to let her know he was doing it deliberately. His tongue darted out lasciviously and licked some of it off his face, savoring the taste when he put his tongue back in his mouth."Want some?" He grinned, arose slightly, and leaned in for another kiss.Nina reared back reflexively, again banging her head on the wall, but Jack was too quick for her, and his tongue darted between her lips before she could muster the strength to force him out. It really didn't taste that bad, she thought. A slight marine tang, but nothing to gag over. It was more the way Jack was forcing it upon her, violating her mouth with his, that made her want to bite him, force him out, tell him to fuck himself.Then, as suddenly as he had begun, he stopped. He reached behind her for her mangled bra, which had fallen on the seat behind her. Then he had a command:"Stand up."Nina obeyed as best she could, bracing herself against the Humvee's momentum and willing strength into her quivering knees. Jack bound the bra around her eyes, whipping her around to tie it in the back so that it could serve as a makeshift blindfold. Then he turned her back around, this time more slowly but still firmly. Another command:"On your knees."Nina had a pretty good idea of what was coming next. Despite her fear, she allowed herself a mental roll of the eyes at Jack's stupidity. I'm supposed to give him a blowjob sight unseen with no hands? What is he, high?Jack must have sensed her insubordination, because she felt the knife press against her throat again. "Nina, this morning I cut a man's head off with a hacksaw. My wife is dead, my daughter isn't talking to me, and the people I work for would like nothing better than for me to fuck off and die. I have absolutely nothing left to lose."Now you're going to open your mouth – wide – and pull your lips over your teeth, and you're going to take what I give you the way I tell you to, and if you so much as think of pulling any shit with me, I swear to Christ I will cut you from ear to ear. Are we clear?""Y; yes sir; ""Good," said Jack, "Good." He was breathing heavily again. She heard a zipper, the rustle of fabric, the motion of skin against skin. She felt a hand, the one holding the knife, slip behind her head. The other hand, she knew, was where Jack intended her mouth to be shortly; he was busily making himself as hard as possible. Then he moved closer, and she felt the burning blunt head of his massive cock brush against her face. She had to restrain herself from gasping at the incredible heat he was giving off, as though his lust were being stoked by some huge internal furnace."Now open your mouth like I told you. Nice and slow." Again Nina could not help but obey, sliding her lips over her teeth as he had requested and opening her mouth as wide as she could.And then that massive head – which, she remembered, must be a deep purple color by now – found its way into her mouth, guided there by its master's hand. Although Nina remembered all too well how huge Jack was, her mouth still had trouble adjusting to his girth at first, and when he pushed it deeper into her mouth she had to restrain herself from gagging."Suck it," he commanded.Finally, Nina managed to get her reflexes under control, and began to work her tongue around the sensitive head, just the way she remembered Jack liked it. She burrowed her tongue into the tip and felt him stiffen and gasp involuntarily, then swirled it around the corona and heard a low moan resonate in his chest cavity. Flattening her tongue against the frenulum – Jack was practically growling in pleasure now – she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, then pulled back slightly and began sucking him in earnest. She could feel his fingers stroking her hair – a surprisingly tender gesture, she thought, for a man getting his cock sucked by the woman who killed his wife. She thought, again, of how relieved he would be after he came. How relaxed. How vulnerable and open to suggestion. Surely, Nina said to herself, he would have mercy on her. The stupid shit. She took a deep breath through her nose and sucked him even harder.Before long, Jack lost patience with being acted upon and decided to take matters into his own hands. Nina felt his legs move apart and bend slightly, so that he was straddling her head. His hand pushed her head even further down onto his cock as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. She could feel him banging against the back of her throat, each pitch and roll of the Humvee deepening his thrusts."You like that, don't you, bitch?" Jack growled. "You wish you could see it right now, don't you? That you could touch it? Stroke it?" His thrusting grew harder and faster, and she could tell he was on the verge of coming. "That you could suck it dry? Swallow; every; drop?"And then all of a sudden, right before she thought he would shoot his load, Jack withdrew roughly from Nina's mouth and pushed her head away. Both of them were breathing raggedly. Nina felt disoriented from the blindfold, and her throat ached from the impact of the mouth-fucking she had just sustained. She had no idea what Jack would do to her next, and at this point it no longer mattered to her. Whatever it was, she was sure nothing could be more humiliating than –OUCH!Daylight. Nina squinted at the light, the blindfold abruptly removed from her eyes. The bridge of her nose stung where the bra hooks had chafed against her skin. She could not see or feel Jack, but sensed his presence behind her. Heard his breathing, calmer than before, but still elevated."You've been very good, Nina," Jack said, somehow more gently than before. "You've done as I said. You've given me exactly what I want. And now I'm going to give you exactly what you want.""What's that, sir?" Nina said, although she had a pretty good idea."Get on your hands and knees."Nina did so, unable to prevent a small moan of anticipation from escaping her lips. She knew what was coming now.During their weekend in Santa Barbara, Nina had begged Jack repeatedly to fuck her in the ass. He had done everything else – fucked her mouth, fingered her g-spot until she gushed all over him, fucked her cunt from every angle and position the two of them could think up, gone down on her until she lost her voice for screaming in ecstasy – but when she asked him to do that, he demurred, saying they could do it "some time later." And by the time it was later, he had already decided to go back to Teri, and there was nothing she could do about it. What had changed his mind now, she wondered?Jack unfastened the belt from Nina's ankles and tossed it aside. She heard cloth brush against skin as he took off his jacket and shirt, laying them carefully on the seat. She tried to turn her head around, the better to get a look at his glorious chest and arms, but he yanked her head back to its original position. That was the worst part of all this, Nina thought to herself – being denied the sight of this beautiful man even as he brought her to new heights in the midst of her degradation. It was like being in a state of permanent solar eclipse.Nina felt Jack kneel behind her, felt his hand move against her skin, stroking her ass, the cold metal of the knife contrasting with the warmth of his hand. The gesture was gentle but possessive, as though he were claiming her as his property. She felt the chain that she had noticed around his neck dangling against her back, a small, thick metal circle attached to the end. She wondered what it was, but dared not ask him."Do you want this, Nina?""Yes.""What did you say?""Yes, sir.""Louder, bitch.""Sir! Yes sir! Sir, this bitch would like you to fuck her in the ass! With your big hard cock! Sir!” She saw his other hand come in front of her field of vision, the palm at her mouth. "Spit."She spat. He rubbed the saliva all in and around her asshole, making sure it got in there. She then heard him spit on his own hand and heard the wet sound against his own flesh, making sure he was well-lubed. Then she heard him remove the chain from his neck and dangled it in front of her face. It was a ring. A simple, metal band."Do you know what this is, Nina?""A ring.""What ring.""Your wedding ring, Jack. Sir.""Do you know what I'm going to do with it?""No, sir.""I'm going to make you taste it, you worthless piece of ass," Jack spat. "I want you to taste it while I'm screwing you in your filthy asshole, so that you can feel exactly what I've lost. Do you want that, Nina?"What could she possibly lose by being frank now? "No, sir."Jack chuckled bitterly. "Good." He slipped the loop of the chain around her neck. "Now open up."Nina opened her mouth to receive the ring, then gasped in pain as he twisted the chain, yanking it tightly so that it cut into her mouth and her head was lifted back into an upright position. Then, with his other hand, he slowly, carefully spread her legs and guided his massive throbbing cock into her ass.Nina gasped again and moaned, pain mixed in with pleasure as she felt his hugeness sink deeper and deeper within her. He began to move in and out, slowly at first, with long, deep strokes; he was so long that there was absolutely no slippage. He was down on one knee, the other one propped up for leverage. The hand not holding the chain grabbed her by the hip, pulling her back towards him for maximum penetration. The knife, she noticed, was no longer in his hand. When had he put it down?Jack's strokes got steadily faster. She felt his hand tremble as he held the chain, making her own head bobble slightly. Her tits rocked in motion with the truck; the sensation only enhanced the ones she was feeling below the waist. She tried to move her head down so that she could breathe more easily, but the force in Jack's hand never wavered. The metal tasted cold and sweet in Nina's mouth, a slight salty tinge the only evidence it had been nestled against Jack's skin in this heat.Jack was beyond words. He let out an animal noise that sounded like something between a moan and a growl. He began to drill her ass in earnest, pumping into her unmercifully. She could feel the metal chain starting to cut into the corners of her mouth, and almost gagged on the ring nestled like a horse's bit in her mouth. The hand holding her hip slipped between her legs and started dithering her clit, rubbing it so expertly that an involuntary shudder went through her body, drawing her back against Jack's pelvis.God, the pumping. The pain. The hugeness. The pleasure. The stroking. Jack finally giving her exactly what she wanted, the taste of his defeat, his lowest hour, sitting like a curse between her teeth. And then he yanked her head almost all the way back, at the same time as his hand worked her clit even harder than before, and she screamed and shook and came, over and over, and the roar in her head was so loud that it almost drowned out the sound of Jack's roar as he reached his own climax, pumping load after load of hot, steaming come deep inside her, until he finally collapsed on top of her, almost flattening her on the ground. His hands dropped to the side, his head to the space between her neck and shoulder. She felt his chest hair, wet with sweat, pressing against her back, felt his heart beating madly – and then, all of a sudden, felt his chest erupt with uncontrollable shaking and realized he was sobbing, intoning his wife's name under his breath: "Teri, Teri, Teri, oh my God, Teri, I'm so sorry, sweetheart, Teri, I'm so sorry, Teri, Teri, Teri; "Nina had no idea what to say. She wasn't sorry she had killed Teri – that had been strictly business – but she had no idea how to react to seeing a tough, hard man like Jack Bauer breaking down in tears, weeping like an infant. She felt the hot salt water in little streams down her shoulder, running down her torso until the tears dropped off her nipples onto the floor of the Humvee. He remained like that, crying helplessly, repeating Teri, Teri, Teri, as though saying her name would bring her back like Eurydice from the gates of Hades.The truck lurched to a halt. Jack, pulling himself together almost as instantaneously as he had broken down, put the ring's chain back around his neck, then pulled on his shirt and jacket, as well as a pair of sunglasses from his jacket pocket. Instantly the tough, unreachable CTU agent again. He wiped roughly under his eyes and nose, picked up his things, and went to the exit.Gazing at Nina, he saw a disheveled wreck of a woman, shirt open, undergarments in shreds, pants down. She could feel a stream of semen leaking out of her asshole and down her thigh. She returned Jack's gaze, an unreadable look in her eyes. He squatted for a second, picked up a half-empty bottle of water, screwed on the top, and threw it at her, bouncing it off her chest. He opened the door to exit the truck. Turning back to look at her one last time, he said, without an ounce of emotion in his voice:"Clean yourself up."And then he was gone.By Talking Bowl for Literotica.

Jack Bauer gives Nina Myers more than expected.Based on a post by Talking Bowl. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Nina Myers stared at Jack Bauer, a mixture of fear and vulnerability in her eyes. Just moments before, Ed, who had been sent along with Jack to help guard her on the truck ride to the airport, had slumped over unconscious into Jack's lap, the victim of a ‘mickey', which the rogue CTU agent had slipped into his bottled water. It had taken her tired mind, already rattled by Jack's previous violent interrogations back at HQ, a few minutes to process the full implication of the look on his face. To see the faintest trace of a smirk that played across his lips, and realize that he had been in the process of outwitting her, even as she had thought she was doing the same to him. Her previous taunts faded from her lips, and she stared at him in fear, dry-mouthed, her heart thumping in anticipation.For what seemed like an eternity, they did not speak. The only noise came from the dull roar of the engine, the rattle of the truck as it jostled down the road, the almost imperceptible sound of their breathing, and Nina's heartbeat, which, although only she could hear it, was almost deafening to her ears. Finally, she licked her lips, swallowed hard, and screwing up her bravado, said:"You got me, Jack." The words came out in a husky croak. He did not speak or move. Clearing her throat and holding her head a little higher, she tried again."What are you going to do to me now, Jack? Kill me?""I would never give you the satisfaction," he hissed. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he started to move towards her, bracing himself against the pitch and roll of the vehicle."What, then?" Bolder still. "Beat the shit out of me? Leave me unconscious for the guards to find, and then say I slipped and fell?"Or is it a mind-fuck;" (she caressed the word fuck, trying to make him savor it) "you want? Interrogate me a little more, try to make me piss myself, and hope I'll end up blubbering everything to you? Even you can't be that naïve," Nina sneered. "Don't forget, Jack, I'm as good at this as you are."Jack smirked. "Not quite." He was halfway towards her now. "Don't forget who's in chains here.""And why is that, Jack? Because I got away with something you never thought I could? Because I did it right under your nose and you never had a goddamn clue?" Fire glinted in her eyes. "Because you had the chance to kill me, but you just didn't have the balls to; "Nina's words turned into a yelp as Jack's hand shot out from his arm, grabbing her by the throat. The momentum of his grasp was so great that it lifted Nina out of her seat, until she was standing tilted back against the honeycombed metal walls of the truck. He rammed his torso against hers, pinning her in place, and put his face so close to hers that she could practically taste his hot breath with her tongue. The musky scent of his skin filled her nostrils, bringing back lewd memories despite the pain at her throat. Voiceless, she croaked out;"Jack; let go; ""Beg me," he snarled."What?""Beg me, Nina.""; please; ""Please what?"She stared at him blankly."Please what!" He tightened his grip, making her choke anew. "You may not work for me anymore, Nina, but you are still under my command! And as long as you are under my command! You will do! As I fucking say!" His face was flushed red, his breast heaving with exertion. "Now Please, fucking what?""Please; Sir; ""What?" His voice suddenly dropped in volume to a husky purr, and he put his ear up to her mouth. "What was that? Speak up, I can't hear you."Nina tried to speak, but could only make choking noises. Realizing he had made it impossible for her to carry out his orders, Jack loosened his grip on her throat, ever so slightly. Trying again, Nina gasped out:"Please; sir; will you let go of my throat?"Without a word, Jack let go of Nina's throat, but kept his body pinned against hers. Nina gasped as the air rushed back into her lungs. Her breathing was still slightly constricted from the pressure of Jack's weight against her ribs and diaphragm, but at least she no longer felt as if she were drowning for lack of air.Silence again, more charged than before. Jack's mouth by her ear, hers by his. Breathing in tandem, as much out of force of habit as out of comfort in their close quarters. Nina became aware of the fact that Jack's pelvis was pressed up against hers. Was it intentional? You never could tell, with Jack."So you're not going to kill me, Jack."He said nothing."And you're not going to beat me up, either."No response. She thought she could read agreement on his face, but wasn't sure."Then what are you going to do to me?" A slight note of fear in her voice, more than she would have liked, which she tried immediately to push away.He turned his face and looked her dead in the eye. His left hand crept around the back of her head, cupping it for support. He leaned in closer and, a trace of the arrogant smirk still on his lips, hissed at her:"Anything. I. Want."Nina knew it was true. He could do anything at all to her, and would most likely get away with it. Even if he were found out, who at CTU would defend her at this point? It took all her inner steel to avoid breaking down in tears at the thought.Jack's face drew even closer to Nina's. His breath felt warm on her face, yet his eyes still glittered with hatred. For a second, she thought he might strike her. Bite her. Spit in her face.Instead, to her surprise, she felt Jack's lips burning on hers. His tongue battered its way into her mouth as he kissed her violently. This time, there was lust mixed in with his anger, and the mixture sent a shiver through Nina in spite of herself. Almost instantaneously, she was furious both at him for taking advantage of her like this, and at herself for – she had to admit it – liking it.There was no doubt Jack was enjoying it too, in his own perverse way – the steadily fattening bulge in his jeans, burning against Nina's thigh, was proof enough of that. Not much blood going to his head right now, thought Nina. Seeing a chance to regain her edge in the situation, she kissed him back with gusto, trying to turn him on as much as possible. Just give him a nice big hard-on, and pretty soon he'd be weak enough to ease up on her. Ask her if the shackles were hurting her. Reach for the key and undo her, and just when he thought she wouldn't try to get away –All of a sudden, Nina felt Jack simultaneously disengage from her mouth and crotch. The hand that had been resting at the base of her skull only moments before yanked her head back by the roots of her hair, so far that she could barely breathe. Jack stood up, by now gasping for breath. His face was red; his erection strained the seams of the well-worn denim clinging to his lower body. Yet he seemed completely in control, both of himself and of her. Nina's mouth and pelvis burned at the withdrawal of his venomous lust, at the same time as her mind cried out in fury at being foiled by his ever-calculating mind."You thought you'd get off that easy, you piece of shit?" Jack shook his head in mock amazement. He leaned his face back in to hers and hissed:"I fucking own you. Do you understand me, you little cunt?"“Yes.""Yes what, ass rag?""Sir! Yes sir!" Nina shouted. Her humiliation fueled her arousal.Jack let go of her hair, shoving her head forward so hard that Nina was sure her neck was broken. She saw him kneel on the floor and go through Ed's pockets, searching for the key to the cuffs that bound her wrists and ankles together. She willed her facial muscles to remain neutral, but permitted herself an inward smile of triumph. Santa Barbara all over again. She had him by the balls.Jack found the keys, tried several of them before finding the right one, and undid the cuff attached to her broad leather belt and the one that connected her ankles to her wrists via a narrow metal chain. He disengaged those bonds completely and tossed them on the floor. She shifted slightly, anticipating the release of her hands and feet, but to her surprise, he left those cuffs on, throwing the keys over his shoulder, where they bounced off of Ed's inert body and skidded across the floor.Gingerly bracing his body against the truck's motion, Jack walked back towards Nina, the small smirk back on his lips. His left hand grabbed the chains binding her wrists and shoved them behind her neck, so that her hands were practically behind her head. Quick as a flash, she saw his right hand reach for something, heard the well-oiled flick of a blade popping out of its sheath, and before she knew it, Jack had a knife at her throat. MicroTek Halo, she registered."Now," he said, all business despite his barely concealed rage. "If you try to pull any more shit on me, or disobey me in any way, I will hurt you in ways you could only imagine. You'll fucking pray for death before I'm through with you. Understood?""Yes, sir.""Good," he said. He gently caressed her cheek with the butt of the knife, a twisted mockery of a tender lover's gesture. "Now lean back so that your head is touching the wall. Slowly."Trembling, she complied. As she did so, she noticed that her lower body tilted out over the seating bank, pelvis forward, legs splayed, as though she were presenting herself to him. Jack had planned it that way, no doubt. How like him, she thought bitterly.His left hand released her wrists, then traveled down to the front of her drab prison uniform. The hand holding the knife never left her throat. One by one, he undid the buttons, his thumb and forefinger working to pop each button gently yet firmly out of its hole. When he reached the buckle on her belt, he paused, as though contemplating his next move. Still acting one-handed, he loosened the tooth of the buckle from its leather hole so that the belt hung slack around her waist, then pulled it slowly down her thighs, almost to her knees."Put your knees together."She did so, wordlessly. He cinched the belt tightly around her legs, so that her loins touched each other. He chuckled softly to himself."Just think. If you'd kept your knees together before, none of this would have happened.""Jack; " she began to protest, forgetting herself."Shut up." He barely raised his voice, but she knew he meant it. She obeyed, but her eyes glittered with anger and frustration.Jack continued his slow, methodical unbuttoning of her uniform top, until he had undone the very last button. Then, in one supple motion, he yanked down her uniform bottom around the belt, exposing her plain white cotton panties. He then stood back up, replaced the point of the blade where it had been before, and pushed the fabric of the top far enough off her shoulders to expose the straps of the cheap standard-issue bra they had permitted her in prison. He smirked again, reading her mind – he knew how much she liked nice underwear, and how much it humiliated her to have to wear cheap, unflattering crap. Before she could even gasp in shock, he had cut both the straps with the knife, so that the bra hung loosely around her tits. He pulled down the fabric on each cup, one at a time, so that each nipple was just barely exposed. Nina's nipples had been fully soft in the steamy heat of the truck, but as Jack knowingly circled his thumb around her right one, they both watched it harden at his touch."Is this what you're going to do to me, Jack?" Nina spat in a low voice. "Tear my clothes off and fuck me in the back of this truck?"Jack said nothing. The hand with the knife slipped around behind her neck until his hand rested between her neck and shoulder, as though embracing her, but with the blade still pointed where it could hurt her if need be. His other thumb left her right nipple and started massaging her left one. He gazed directly at it, both pleased and fascinated by the effect he was having on her body in spite of itself. Nina's face flushed, but she continued:"How do you think you're going to explain yourself when we get to the airport and the guards find me like this? Do you think they're going to just hand you your Get Out of Jail Free card and say, 'Okay, Jack, just don't let it happen again?' Even you can't be that crazy."At this, Jack pinched her nipple – hard – between his thumb and forefinger. Nina yelped involuntarily, then held back another gasp as he continued to roll it around in his grasp, firmly yet – could it be? – gently. He continued to switch off, from left tit to right and back again, until he was sure both nipples were painfully hard, and then smiled again ever so slightly in satisfaction. Nina was almost wincing at the effects of her own arousal, but she somehow managed to hold herself in check.He had another command for her:"Hold still."Nina's throat was too dry to respond. She could only gaze dumbly as she watched the arm holding the Halo slip back from around her neck, slip up under her bra with the blade facing outward, and position itself right at the junction of the bra's two soft cups. With a sudden burst of force, Jack grabbed the bra with his other hand, braced against her for support, and cut Nina's bra open. A small, animal sound escaped from the captive woman's throat as the bra's support lapsed and her breasts fell to their sides. Even before, when she and Jack had been lovers and she had shown herself naked in front of him for the first time, she had never felt this exposed. Or this turned on.And then Jack's head was bent, he was kneeling, his firm hot mouth burning on her nipple, the knifeless palm grabbing her other tit and kneading it for all it was worth. Nina closed her eyes and felt her heart hammer against her ribcage. Rage in her mind, fear in her heart, heat in her cunt."Santa Barbara was business, Jack." She tried to sound cold and calculating, but her rising libido betrayed her. "I needed you to trust me. I needed you on my side. If you think you're reawakening an old flame or something, you're a bigger fool than I though. I saw my chance and I took it. End of story."Jack pulled his face away from her nipple and nuzzled between her breasts. He worked his way down slowly, tortuously, towards her stomach, his lips and teeth moving in stinging, sucking bites that Nina was sure would leave readily visible marks. Marks the guards would see, that would make them ask questions, that would – oh, GOD, his tongue was in her navel, he was working it around, hot DAMN that man was good with his mouth; shit, oh, shit, oh, shit, he was moving lower, lower still, but how the hell would he get her panties off with this fucking belt around her thighs, what was he, crazy?Again, the knife made an appearance. Again, Jack was grasping some piece of clothing on her body, trying to rip it off of her. First one side, then the other, along both seams of those hideous fucking granny panties that made her look like a friggin' hippo."I'll just rid you of those," he said, knowingly. The bastard was actually grinning. Then, as though performing a parlor trick, he whipped out her shredded panties from under her uniform, and Nina again yelped as the fabric stung her swollen clit and aching lips. He was enjoying this. Cocksucker."I don't hate you, you know, Jack." Trying to retain at least a shred of composure. "I didn't love you, either. None of this was ever personal."His mouth continued its searing path down her stomach, pausing as he lowered himself further still to give the tip of his turned-up nose a chance to nuzzle her dark pubic thatch."Oh, sure, I liked you all right. You were a decent guy. A good agent. An above-average fuck, when you got the chance. But no fuck is worth jeopardizing – AH!"Jack had nipped the sensitive skin just above her clitoral hood. He hadn't bit very hard, but the area was so engorged with the blood of Nina's hotly stoked lust that her eyes watered with pain. And then she could feel his hot breath on her, his mouth so close, but still not touching. Waiting. Teasing. Bastard. His tongue flicking, ever so lightly, over the painfully erect surface area of her sex, teasing her some more. Come on, motherfucker, get it over with.And then he was done teasing her, his mouth, his glorious mouth was on her, encircling her, inside her, licking and sucking her lips, her hood, her clit, fucking her with his tongue, tasting her wet hot slippery salty arousal. The man gave dynamite head, and he knew it, and she remembered it now more than ever. And as he got more and more into it, he yanked the belt down around her ankles and grabbed her by the hips and slammed her ass down on the seat – Nina was moaning steadily by now, no longer able to control herself – and spread her legs as far apart as they would go and oh my GOD he just kept eating her and eating her and eating her and –What? Why did he just -Jack stopped. He pulled his face away from her and squatted back on his heels, his hands still braced against her inner thighs. He had a wicked glint in his eyes and Nina's slick, clear juices all over his mouth and chin. She could feel his fingertips tickling the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, just barely touching, but enough to let her know he was doing it deliberately. His tongue darted out lasciviously and licked some of it off his face, savoring the taste when he put his tongue back in his mouth."Want some?" He grinned, arose slightly, and leaned in for another kiss.Nina reared back reflexively, again banging her head on the wall, but Jack was too quick for her, and his tongue darted between her lips before she could muster the strength to force him out. It really didn't taste that bad, she thought. A slight marine tang, but nothing to gag over. It was more the way Jack was forcing it upon her, violating her mouth with his, that made her want to bite him, force him out, tell him to fuck himself.Then, as suddenly as he had begun, he stopped. He reached behind her for her mangled bra, which had fallen on the seat behind her. Then he had a command:"Stand up."Nina obeyed as best she could, bracing herself against the Humvee's momentum and willing strength into her quivering knees. Jack bound the bra around her eyes, whipping her around to tie it in the back so that it could serve as a makeshift blindfold. Then he turned her back around, this time more slowly but still firmly. Another command:"On your knees."Nina had a pretty good idea of what was coming next. Despite her fear, she allowed herself a mental roll of the eyes at Jack's stupidity. I'm supposed to give him a blowjob sight unseen with no hands? What is he, high?Jack must have sensed her insubordination, because she felt the knife press against her throat again. "Nina, this morning I cut a man's head off with a hacksaw. My wife is dead, my daughter isn't talking to me, and the people I work for would like nothing better than for me to fuck off and die. I have absolutely nothing left to lose."Now you're going to open your mouth – wide – and pull your lips over your teeth, and you're going to take what I give you the way I tell you to, and if you so much as think of pulling any shit with me, I swear to Christ I will cut you from ear to ear. Are we clear?""Y; yes sir; ""Good," said Jack, "Good." He was breathing heavily again. She heard a zipper, the rustle of fabric, the motion of skin against skin. She felt a hand, the one holding the knife, slip behind her head. The other hand, she knew, was where Jack intended her mouth to be shortly; he was busily making himself as hard as possible. Then he moved closer, and she felt the burning blunt head of his massive cock brush against her face. She had to restrain herself from gasping at the incredible heat he was giving off, as though his lust were being stoked by some huge internal furnace."Now open your mouth like I told you. Nice and slow." Again Nina could not help but obey, sliding her lips over her teeth as he had requested and opening her mouth as wide as she could.And then that massive head – which, she remembered, must be a deep purple color by now – found its way into her mouth, guided there by its master's hand. Although Nina remembered all too well how huge Jack was, her mouth still had trouble adjusting to his girth at first, and when he pushed it deeper into her mouth she had to restrain herself from gagging."Suck it," he commanded.Finally, Nina managed to get her reflexes under control, and began to work her tongue around the sensitive head, just the way she remembered Jack liked it. She burrowed her tongue into the tip and felt him stiffen and gasp involuntarily, then swirled it around the corona and heard a low moan resonate in his chest cavity. Flattening her tongue against the frenulum – Jack was practically growling in pleasure now – she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, then pulled back slightly and began sucking him in earnest. She could feel his fingers stroking her hair – a surprisingly tender gesture, she thought, for a man getting his cock sucked by the woman who killed his wife. She thought, again, of how relieved he would be after he came. How relaxed. How vulnerable and open to suggestion. Surely, Nina said to herself, he would have mercy on her. The stupid shit. She took a deep breath through her nose and sucked him even harder.Before long, Jack lost patience with being acted upon and decided to take matters into his own hands. Nina felt his legs move apart and bend slightly, so that he was straddling her head. His hand pushed her head even further down onto his cock as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. She could feel him banging against the back of her throat, each pitch and roll of the Humvee deepening his thrusts."You like that, don't you, bitch?" Jack growled. "You wish you could see it right now, don't you? That you could touch it? Stroke it?" His thrusting grew harder and faster, and she could tell he was on the verge of coming. "That you could suck it dry? Swallow; every; drop?"And then all of a sudden, right before she thought he would shoot his load, Jack withdrew roughly from Nina's mouth and pushed her head away. Both of them were breathing raggedly. Nina felt disoriented from the blindfold, and her throat ached from the impact of the mouth-fucking she had just sustained. She had no idea what Jack would do to her next, and at this point it no longer mattered to her. Whatever it was, she was sure nothing could be more humiliating than –OUCH!Daylight. Nina squinted at the light, the blindfold abruptly removed from her eyes. The bridge of her nose stung where the bra hooks had chafed against her skin. She could not see or feel Jack, but sensed his presence behind her. Heard his breathing, calmer than before, but still elevated."You've been very good, Nina," Jack said, somehow more gently than before. "You've done as I said. You've given me exactly what I want. And now I'm going to give you exactly what you want.""What's that, sir?" Nina said, although she had a pretty good idea."Get on your hands and knees."Nina did so, unable to prevent a small moan of anticipation from escaping her lips. She knew what was coming now.During their weekend in Santa Barbara, Nina had begged Jack repeatedly to fuck her in the ass. He had done everything else – fucked her mouth, fingered her g-spot until she gushed all over him, fucked her cunt from every angle and position the two of them could think up, gone down on her until she lost her voice for screaming in ecstasy – but when she asked him to do that, he demurred, saying they could do it "some time later." And by the time it was later, he had already decided to go back to Teri, and there was nothing she could do about it. What had changed his mind now, she wondered?Jack unfastened the belt from Nina's ankles and tossed it aside. She heard cloth brush against skin as he took off his jacket and shirt, laying them carefully on the seat. She tried to turn her head around, the better to get a look at his glorious chest and arms, but he yanked her head back to its original position. That was the worst part of all this, Nina thought to herself – being denied the sight of this beautiful man even as he brought her to new heights in the midst of her degradation. It was like being in a state of permanent solar eclipse.Nina felt Jack kneel behind her, felt his hand move against her skin, stroking her ass, the cold metal of the knife contrasting with the warmth of his hand. The gesture was gentle but possessive, as though he were claiming her as his property. She felt the chain that she had noticed around his neck dangling against her back, a small, thick metal circle attached to the end. She wondered what it was, but dared not ask him."Do you want this, Nina?""Yes.""What did you say?""Yes, sir.""Louder, bitch.""Sir! Yes sir! Sir, this bitch would like you to fuck her in the ass! With your big hard cock! Sir!” She saw his other hand come in front of her field of vision, the palm at her mouth. "Spit."She spat. He rubbed the saliva all in and around her asshole, making sure it got in there. She then heard him spit on his own hand and heard the wet sound against his own flesh, making sure he was well-lubed. Then she heard him remove the chain from his neck and dangled it in front of her face. It was a ring. A simple, metal band."Do you know what this is, Nina?""A ring.""What ring.""Your wedding ring, Jack. Sir.""Do you know what I'm going to do with it?""No, sir.""I'm going to make you taste it, you worthless piece of ass," Jack spat. "I want you to taste it while I'm screwing you in your filthy asshole, so that you can feel exactly what I've lost. Do you want that, Nina?"What could she possibly lose by being frank now? "No, sir."Jack chuckled bitterly. "Good." He slipped the loop of the chain around her neck. "Now open up."Nina opened her mouth to receive the ring, then gasped in pain as he twisted the chain, yanking it tightly so that it cut into her mouth and her head was lifted back into an upright position. Then, with his other hand, he slowly, carefully spread her legs and guided his massive throbbing cock into her ass.Nina gasped again and moaned, pain mixed in with pleasure as she felt his hugeness sink deeper and deeper within her. He began to move in and out, slowly at first, with long, deep strokes; he was so long that there was absolutely no slippage. He was down on one knee, the other one propped up for leverage. The hand not holding the chain grabbed her by the hip, pulling her back towards him for maximum penetration. The knife, she noticed, was no longer in his hand. When had he put it down?Jack's strokes got steadily faster. She felt his hand tremble as he held the chain, making her own head bobble slightly. Her tits rocked in motion with the truck; the sensation only enhanced the ones she was feeling below the waist. She tried to move her head down so that she could breathe more easily, but the force in Jack's hand never wavered. The metal tasted cold and sweet in Nina's mouth, a slight salty tinge the only evidence it had been nestled against Jack's skin in this heat.Jack was beyond words. He let out an animal noise that sounded like something between a moan and a growl. He began to drill her ass in earnest, pumping into her unmercifully. She could feel the metal chain starting to cut into the corners of her mouth, and almost gagged on the ring nestled like a horse's bit in her mouth. The hand holding her hip slipped between her legs and started dithering her clit, rubbing it so expertly that an involuntary shudder went through her body, drawing her back against Jack's pelvis.God, the pumping. The pain. The hugeness. The pleasure. The stroking. Jack finally giving her exactly what she wanted, the taste of his defeat, his lowest hour, sitting like a curse between her teeth. And then he yanked her head almost all the way back, at the same time as his hand worked her clit even harder than before, and she screamed and shook and came, over and over, and the roar in her head was so loud that it almost drowned out the sound of Jack's roar as he reached his own climax, pumping load after load of hot, steaming come deep inside her, until he finally collapsed on top of her, almost flattening her on the ground. His hands dropped to the side, his head to the space between her neck and shoulder. She felt his chest hair, wet with sweat, pressing against her back, felt his heart beating madly – and then, all of a sudden, felt his chest erupt with uncontrollable shaking and realized he was sobbing, intoning his wife's name under his breath: "Teri, Teri, Teri, oh my God, Teri, I'm so sorry, sweetheart, Teri, I'm so sorry, Teri, Teri, Teri; "Nina had no idea what to say. She wasn't sorry she had killed Teri – that had been strictly business – but she had no idea how to react to seeing a tough, hard man like Jack Bauer breaking down in tears, weeping like an infant. She felt the hot salt water in little streams down her shoulder, running down her torso until the tears dropped off her nipples onto the floor of the Humvee. He remained like that, crying helplessly, repeating Teri, Teri, Teri, as though saying her name would bring her back like Eurydice from the gates of Hades.The truck lurched to a halt. Jack, pulling himself together almost as instantaneously as he had broken down, put the ring's chain back around his neck, then pulled on his shirt and jacket, as well as a pair of sunglasses from his jacket pocket. Instantly the tough, unreachable CTU agent again. He wiped roughly under his eyes and nose, picked up his things, and went to the exit.Gazing at Nina, he saw a disheveled wreck of a woman, shirt open, undergarments in shreds, pants down. She could feel a stream of semen leaking out of her asshole and down her thigh. She returned Jack's gaze, an unreadable look in her eyes. He squatted for a second, picked up a half-empty bottle of water, screwed on the top, and threw it at her, bouncing it off her chest. He opened the door to exit the truck. Turning back to look at her one last time, he said, without an ounce of emotion in his voice:"Clean yourself up."And then he was gone.By Talking Bowl for Literotica.

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Jack Bauer gives Nina Myers more than expected.Based on a post by Talking Bowl. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Nina Myers stared at Jack Bauer, a mixture of fear and vulnerability in her eyes. Just moments before, Ed, who had been sent along with Jack to help guard her on the truck ride to the airport, had slumped over unconscious into Jack’s lap, the victim of a ‘mickey', which the rogue CTU agent had slipped into his bottled water. It had taken her tired mind, already rattled by Jack’s previous violent interrogations back at HQ, a few minutes to process the full implication of the look on his face. To see the faintest trace of a smirk that played across his lips, and realize that he had been in the process of outwitting her, even as she had thought she was doing the same to him. Her previous taunts faded from her lips, and she stared at him in fear, dry-mouthed, her heart thumping in anticipation.For what seemed like an eternity, they did not speak. The only noise came from the dull roar of the engine, the rattle of the truck as it jostled down the road, the almost imperceptible sound of their breathing, and Nina’s heartbeat, which, although only she could hear it, was almost deafening to her ears. Finally, she licked her lips, swallowed hard, and screwing up her bravado, said:“You got me, Jack.” The words came out in a husky croak. He did not speak or move. Clearing her throat and holding her head a little higher, she tried again.“What are you going to do to me now, Jack? Kill me?”“I would never give you the satisfaction,” he hissed. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he started to move towards her, bracing himself against the pitch and roll of the vehicle.“What, then?” Bolder still. “Beat the shit out of me? Leave me unconscious for the guards to find, and then say I slipped and fell?"Or is it a mind-fuck;” (she caressed the word fuck, trying to make him savor it) “you want? Interrogate me a little more, try to make me piss myself, and hope I’ll end up blubbering everything to you? Even you can’t be that naïve,” Nina sneered. “Don’t forget, Jack, I’m as good at this as you are.”Jack smirked. “Not quite.” He was halfway towards her now. “Don’t forget who’s in chains here.”“And why is that, Jack? Because I got away with something you never thought I could? Because I did it right under your nose and you never had a goddamn clue?” Fire glinted in her eyes. “Because you had the chance to kill me, but you just didn’t have the balls to; ”Nina’s words turned into a yelp as Jack’s hand shot out from his arm, grabbing her by the throat. The momentum of his grasp was so great that it lifted Nina out of her seat, until she was standing tilted back against the honeycombed metal walls of the truck. He rammed his torso against hers, pinning her in place, and put his face so close to hers that she could practically taste his hot breath with her tongue. The musky scent of his skin filled her nostrils, bringing back lewd memories despite the pain at her throat. Voiceless, she croaked out;“Jack; let go; ”“Beg me,” he snarled.“What?”“Beg me, Nina.”“; please; ”“Please what?”She stared at him blankly.“Please what!” He tightened his grip, making her choke anew. “You may not work for me anymore, Nina, but you are still under my command! And as long as you are under my command! You will do! As I fucking say!” His face was flushed red, his breast heaving with exertion. “Now Please, fucking what?”“Please; Sir; ”“What?” His voice suddenly dropped in volume to a husky purr, and he put his ear up to her mouth. “What was that? Speak up, I can’t hear you.”Nina tried to speak, but could only make choking noises. Realizing he had made it impossible for her to carry out his orders, Jack loosened his grip on her throat, ever so slightly. Trying again, Nina gasped out:“Please; sir; will you let go of my throat?”Without a word, Jack let go of Nina’s throat, but kept his body pinned against hers. Nina gasped as the air rushed back into her lungs. Her breathing was still slightly constricted from the pressure of Jack’s weight against her ribs and diaphragm, but at least she no longer felt as if she were drowning for lack of air.Silence again, more charged than before. Jack’s mouth by her ear, hers by his. Breathing in tandem, as much out of force of habit as out of comfort in their close quarters. Nina became aware of the fact that Jack’s pelvis was pressed up against hers. Was it intentional? You never could tell, with Jack.“So you’re not going to kill me, Jack.”He said nothing.“And you’re not going to beat me up, either.”No response. She thought she could read agreement on his face, but wasn’t sure.“Then what are you going to do to me?” A slight note of fear in her voice, more than she would have liked, which she tried immediately to push away.He turned his face and looked her dead in the eye. His left hand crept around the back of her head, cupping it for support. He leaned in closer and, a trace of the arrogant smirk still on his lips, hissed at her:“Anything. I. Want.”Nina knew it was true. He could do anything at all to her, and would most likely get away with it. Even if he were found out, who at CTU would defend her at this point? It took all her inner steel to avoid breaking down in tears at the thought.Jack’s face drew even closer to Nina’s. His breath felt warm on her face, yet his eyes still glittered with hatred. For a second, she thought he might strike her. Bite her. Spit in her face.Instead, to her surprise, she felt Jack’s lips burning on hers. His tongue battered its way into her mouth as he kissed her violently. This time, there was lust mixed in with his anger, and the mixture sent a shiver through Nina in spite of herself. Almost instantaneously, she was furious both at him for taking advantage of her like this, and at herself for – she had to admit it – liking it.There was no doubt Jack was enjoying it too, in his own perverse way – the steadily fattening bulge in his jeans, burning against Nina’s thigh, was proof enough of that. Not much blood going to his head right now, thought Nina. Seeing a chance to regain her edge in the situation, she kissed him back with gusto, trying to turn him on as much as possible. Just give him a nice big hard-on, and pretty soon he’d be weak enough to ease up on her. Ask her if the shackles were hurting her. Reach for the key and undo her, and just when he thought she wouldn’t try to get away –All of a sudden, Nina felt Jack simultaneously disengage from her mouth and crotch. The hand that had been resting at the base of her skull only moments before yanked her head back by the roots of her hair, so far that she could barely breathe. Jack stood up, by now gasping for breath. His face was red; his erection strained the seams of the well-worn denim clinging to his lower body. Yet he seemed completely in control, both of himself and of her. Nina’s mouth and pelvis burned at the withdrawal of his venomous lust, at the same time as her mind cried out in fury at being foiled by his ever-calculating mind.“You thought you’d get off that easy, you piece of shit?” Jack shook his head in mock amazement. He leaned his face back in to hers and hissed:“I fucking own you. Do you understand me, you little cunt?”“Yes.“"Yes what, ass rag?”“Sir! Yes sir!” Nina shouted. Her humiliation fueled her arousal.Jack let go of her hair, shoving her head forward so hard that Nina was sure her neck was broken. She saw him kneel on the floor and go through Ed’s pockets, searching for the key to the cuffs that bound her wrists and ankles together. She willed her facial muscles to remain neutral, but permitted herself an inward smile of triumph. Santa Barbara all over again. She had him by the balls.Jack found the keys, tried several of them before finding the right one, and undid the cuff attached to her broad leather belt and the one that connected her ankles to her wrists via a narrow metal chain. He disengaged those bonds completely and tossed them on the floor. She shifted slightly, anticipating the release of her hands and feet, but to her surprise, he left those cuffs on, throwing the keys over his shoulder, where they bounced off of Ed’s inert body and skidded across the floor.Gingerly bracing his body against the truck’s motion, Jack walked back towards Nina, the small smirk back on his lips. His left hand grabbed the chains binding her wrists and shoved them behind her neck, so that her hands were practically behind her head. Quick as a flash, she saw his right hand reach for something, heard the well-oiled flick of a blade popping out of its sheath, and before she knew it, Jack had a knife at her throat. MicroTek Halo, she registered.“Now,” he said, all business despite his barely concealed rage. “If you try to pull any more shit on me, or disobey me in any way, I will hurt you in ways you could only imagine. You’ll fucking pray for death before I’m through with you. Understood?”“Yes, sir.”“Good,” he said. He gently caressed her cheek with the butt of the knife, a twisted mockery of a tender lover’s gesture. “Now lean back so that your head is touching the wall. Slowly.”Trembling, she complied. As she did so, she noticed that her lower body tilted out over the seating bank, pelvis forward, legs splayed, as though she were presenting herself to him. Jack had planned it that way, no doubt. How like him, she thought bitterly.His left hand released her wrists, then traveled down to the front of her drab prison uniform. The hand holding the knife never left her throat. One by one, he undid the buttons, his thumb and forefinger working to pop each button gently yet firmly out of its hole. When he reached the buckle on her belt, he paused, as though contemplating his next move. Still acting one-handed, he loosened the tooth of the buckle from its leather hole so that the belt hung slack around her waist, then pulled it slowly down her thighs, almost to her knees.“Put your knees together.”She did so, wordlessly. He cinched the belt tightly around her legs, so that her loins touched each other. He chuckled softly to himself.“Just think. If you’d kept your knees together before, none of this would have happened.”“Jack; ” she began to protest, forgetting herself.“Shut up.” He barely raised his voice, but she knew he meant it. She obeyed, but her eyes glittered with anger and frustration.Jack continued his slow, methodical unbuttoning of her uniform top, until he had undone the very last button. Then, in one supple motion, he yanked down her uniform bottom around the belt, exposing her plain white cotton panties. He then stood back up, replaced the point of the blade where it had been before, and pushed the fabric of the top far enough off her shoulders to expose the straps of the cheap standard-issue bra they had permitted her in prison. He smirked again, reading her mind – he knew how much she liked nice underwear, and how much it humiliated her to have to wear cheap, unflattering crap. Before she could even gasp in shock, he had cut both the straps with the knife, so that the bra hung loosely around her tits. He pulled down the fabric on each cup, one at a time, so that each nipple was just barely exposed. Nina’s nipples had been fully soft in the steamy heat of the truck, but as Jack knowingly circled his thumb around her right one, they both watched it harden at his touch.“Is this what you’re going to do to me, Jack?” Nina spat in a low voice. “Tear my clothes off and fuck me in the back of this truck?”Jack said nothing. The hand with the knife slipped around behind her neck until his hand rested between her neck and shoulder, as though embracing her, but with the blade still pointed where it could hurt her if need be. His other thumb left her right nipple and started massaging her left one. He gazed directly at it, both pleased and fascinated by the effect he was having on her body in spite of itself. Nina’s face flushed, but she continued:“How do you think you’re going to explain yourself when we get to the airport and the guards find me like this? Do you think they’re going to just hand you your Get Out of Jail Free card and say, ‘Okay, Jack, just don’t let it happen again?’ Even you can’t be that crazy.”At this, Jack pinched her nipple – hard – between his thumb and forefinger. Nina yelped involuntarily, then held back another gasp as he continued to roll it around in his grasp, firmly yet – could it be? – gently. He continued to switch off, from left tit to right and back again, until he was sure both nipples were painfully hard, and then smiled again ever so slightly in satisfaction. Nina was almost wincing at the effects of her own arousal, but she somehow managed to hold herself in check.He had another command for her:“Hold still.”Nina’s throat was too dry to respond. She could only gaze dumbly as she watched the arm holding the Halo slip back from around her neck, slip up under her bra with the blade facing outward, and position itself right at the junction of the bra’s two soft cups. With a sudden burst of force, Jack grabbed the bra with his other hand, braced against her for support, and cut Nina’s bra open. A small, animal sound escaped from the captive woman’s throat as the bra’s support lapsed and her breasts fell to their sides. Even before, when she and Jack had been lovers and she had shown herself naked in front of him for the first time, she had never felt this exposed. Or this turned on.And then Jack’s head was bent, he was kneeling, his firm hot mouth burning on her nipple, the knifeless palm grabbing her other tit and kneading it for all it was worth. Nina closed her eyes and felt her heart hammer against her ribcage. Rage in her mind, fear in her heart, heat in her cunt.“Santa Barbara was business, Jack.” She tried to sound cold and calculating, but her rising libido betrayed her. “I needed you to trust me. I needed you on my side. If you think you’re reawakening an old flame or something, you’re a bigger fool than I though. I saw my chance and I took it. End of story.”Jack pulled his face away from her nipple and nuzzled between her breasts. He worked his way down slowly, tortuously, towards her stomach, his lips and teeth moving in stinging, sucking bites that Nina was sure would leave readily visible marks. Marks the guards would see, that would make them ask questions, that would – oh, GOD, his tongue was in her navel, he was working it around, hot DAMN that man was good with his mouth; shit, oh, shit, oh, shit, he was moving lower, lower still, but how the hell would he get her panties off with this fucking belt around her thighs, what was he, crazy?Again, the knife made an appearance. Again, Jack was grasping some piece of clothing on her body, trying to rip it off of her. First one side, then the other, along both seams of those hideous fucking granny panties that made her look like a friggin’ hippo.“I’ll just rid you of those,” he said, knowingly. The bastard was actually grinning. Then, as though performing a parlor trick, he whipped out her shredded panties from under her uniform, and Nina again yelped as the fabric stung her swollen clit and aching lips. He was enjoying this. Cocksucker.“I don’t hate you, you know, Jack.” Trying to retain at least a shred of composure. “I didn’t love you, either. None of this was ever personal.”His mouth continued its searing path down her stomach, pausing as he lowered himself further still to give the tip of his turned-up nose a chance to nuzzle her dark pubic thatch.“Oh, sure, I liked you all right. You were a decent guy. A good agent. An above-average fuck, when you got the chance. But no fuck is worth jeopardizing – AH!”Jack had nipped the sensitive skin just above her clitoral hood. He hadn’t bit very hard, but the area was so engorged with the blood of Nina’s hotly stoked lust that her eyes watered with pain. And then she could feel his hot breath on her, his mouth so close, but still not touching. Waiting. Teasing. Bastard. His tongue flicking, ever so lightly, over the painfully erect surface area of her sex, teasing her some more. Come on, motherfucker, get it over with.And then he was done teasing her, his mouth, his glorious mouth was on her, encircling her, inside her, licking and sucking her lips, her hood, her clit, fucking her with his tongue, tasting her wet hot slippery salty arousal. The man gave dynamite head, and he knew it, and she remembered it now more than ever. And as he got more and more into it, he yanked the belt down around her ankles and grabbed her by the hips and slammed her ass down on the seat – Nina was moaning steadily by now, no longer able to control herself – and spread her legs as far apart as they would go and oh my GOD he just kept eating her and eating her and eating her and –What? Why did he just -Jack stopped. He pulled his face away from her and squatted back on his heels, his hands still braced against her inner thighs. He had a wicked glint in his eyes and Nina’s slick, clear juices all over his mouth and chin. She could feel his fingertips tickling the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, just barely touching, but enough to let her know he was doing it deliberately. His tongue darted out lasciviously and licked some of it off his face, savoring the taste when he put his tongue back in his mouth.“Want some?” He grinned, arose slightly, and leaned in for another kiss.Nina reared back reflexively, again banging her head on the wall, but Jack was too quick for her, and his tongue darted between her lips before she could muster the strength to force him out. It really didn’t taste that bad, she thought. A slight marine tang, but nothing to gag over. It was more the way Jack was forcing it upon her, violating her mouth with his, that made her want to bite him, force him out, tell him to fuck himself.Then, as suddenly as he had begun, he stopped. He reached behind her for her mangled bra, which had fallen on the seat behind her. Then he had a command:“Stand up.”Nina obeyed as best she could, bracing herself against the Humvee's momentum and willing strength into her quivering knees. Jack bound the bra around her eyes, whipping her around to tie it in the back so that it could serve as a makeshift blindfold. Then he turned her back around, this time more slowly but still firmly. Another command:“On your knees.”Nina had a pretty good idea of what

Jack Bauer gives Nina Myers more than expected.Based on a post by Talking Bowl. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Nina Myers stared at Jack Bauer, a mixture of fear and vulnerability in her eyes. Just moments before, Ed, who had been sent along with Jack to help guard her on the truck ride to the airport, had slumped over unconscious into Jack’s lap, the victim of a ‘mickey', which the rogue CTU agent had slipped into his bottled water. It had taken her tired mind, already rattled by Jack’s previous violent interrogations back at HQ, a few minutes to process the full implication of the look on his face. To see the faintest trace of a smirk that played across his lips, and realize that he had been in the process of outwitting her, even as she had thought she was doing the same to him. Her previous taunts faded from her lips, and she stared at him in fear, dry-mouthed, her heart thumping in anticipation.For what seemed like an eternity, they did not speak. The only noise came from the dull roar of the engine, the rattle of the truck as it jostled down the road, the almost imperceptible sound of their breathing, and Nina’s heartbeat, which, although only she could hear it, was almost deafening to her ears. Finally, she licked her lips, swallowed hard, and screwing up her bravado, said:“You got me, Jack.” The words came out in a husky croak. He did not speak or move. Clearing her throat and holding her head a little higher, she tried again.“What are you going to do to me now, Jack? Kill me?”“I would never give you the satisfaction,” he hissed. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he started to move towards her, bracing himself against the pitch and roll of the vehicle.“What, then?” Bolder still. “Beat the shit out of me? Leave me unconscious for the guards to find, and then say I slipped and fell?"Or is it a mind-fuck;” (she caressed the word fuck, trying to make him savor it) “you want? Interrogate me a little more, try to make me piss myself, and hope I’ll end up blubbering everything to you? Even you can’t be that naïve,” Nina sneered. “Don’t forget, Jack, I’m as good at this as you are.”Jack smirked. “Not quite.” He was halfway towards her now. “Don’t forget who’s in chains here.”“And why is that, Jack? Because I got away with something you never thought I could? Because I did it right under your nose and you never had a goddamn clue?” Fire glinted in her eyes. “Because you had the chance to kill me, but you just didn’t have the balls to; ”Nina’s words turned into a yelp as Jack’s hand shot out from his arm, grabbing her by the throat. The momentum of his grasp was so great that it lifted Nina out of her seat, until she was standing tilted back against the honeycombed metal walls of the truck. He rammed his torso against hers, pinning her in place, and put his face so close to hers that she could practically taste his hot breath with her tongue. The musky scent of his skin filled her nostrils, bringing back lewd memories despite the pain at her throat. Voiceless, she croaked out;“Jack; let go; ”“Beg me,” he snarled.“What?”“Beg me, Nina.”“; please; ”“Please what?”She stared at him blankly.“Please what!” He tightened his grip, making her choke anew. “You may not work for me anymore, Nina, but you are still under my command! And as long as you are under my command! You will do! As I fucking say!” His face was flushed red, his breast heaving with exertion. “Now Please, fucking what?”“Please; Sir; ”“What?” His voice suddenly dropped in volume to a husky purr, and he put his ear up to her mouth. “What was that? Speak up, I can’t hear you.”Nina tried to speak, but could only make choking noises. Realizing he had made it impossible for her to carry out his orders, Jack loosened his grip on her throat, ever so slightly. Trying again, Nina gasped out:“Please; sir; will you let go of my throat?”Without a word, Jack let go of Nina’s throat, but kept his body pinned against hers. Nina gasped as the air rushed back into her lungs. Her breathing was still slightly constricted from the pressure of Jack’s weight against her ribs and diaphragm, but at least she no longer felt as if she were drowning for lack of air.Silence again, more charged than before. Jack’s mouth by her ear, hers by his. Breathing in tandem, as much out of force of habit as out of comfort in their close quarters. Nina became aware of the fact that Jack’s pelvis was pressed up against hers. Was it intentional? You never could tell, with Jack.“So you’re not going to kill me, Jack.”He said nothing.“And you’re not going to beat me up, either.”No response. She thought she could read agreement on his face, but wasn’t sure.“Then what are you going to do to me?” A slight note of fear in her voice, more than she would have liked, which she tried immediately to push away.He turned his face and looked her dead in the eye. His left hand crept around the back of her head, cupping it for support. He leaned in closer and, a trace of the arrogant smirk still on his lips, hissed at her:“Anything. I. Want.”Nina knew it was true. He could do anything at all to her, and would most likely get away with it. Even if he were found out, who at CTU would defend her at this point? It took all her inner steel to avoid breaking down in tears at the thought.Jack’s face drew even closer to Nina’s. His breath felt warm on her face, yet his eyes still glittered with hatred. For a second, she thought he might strike her. Bite her. Spit in her face.Instead, to her surprise, she felt Jack’s lips burning on hers. His tongue battered its way into her mouth as he kissed her violently. This time, there was lust mixed in with his anger, and the mixture sent a shiver through Nina in spite of herself. Almost instantaneously, she was furious both at him for taking advantage of her like this, and at herself for – she had to admit it – liking it.There was no doubt Jack was enjoying it too, in his own perverse way – the steadily fattening bulge in his jeans, burning against Nina’s thigh, was proof enough of that. Not much blood going to his head right now, thought Nina. Seeing a chance to regain her edge in the situation, she kissed him back with gusto, trying to turn him on as much as possible. Just give him a nice big hard-on, and pretty soon he’d be weak enough to ease up on her. Ask her if the shackles were hurting her. Reach for the key and undo her, and just when he thought she wouldn’t try to get away –All of a sudden, Nina felt Jack simultaneously disengage from her mouth and crotch. The hand that had been resting at the base of her skull only moments before yanked her head back by the roots of her hair, so far that she could barely breathe. Jack stood up, by now gasping for breath. His face was red; his erection strained the seams of the well-worn denim clinging to his lower body. Yet he seemed completely in control, both of himself and of her. Nina’s mouth and pelvis burned at the withdrawal of his venomous lust, at the same time as her mind cried out in fury at being foiled by his ever-calculating mind.“You thought you’d get off that easy, you piece of shit?” Jack shook his head in mock amazement. He leaned his face back in to hers and hissed:“I fucking own you. Do you understand me, you little cunt?”“Yes.“"Yes what, ass rag?”“Sir! Yes sir!” Nina shouted. Her humiliation fueled her arousal.Jack let go of her hair, shoving her head forward so hard that Nina was sure her neck was broken. She saw him kneel on the floor and go through Ed’s pockets, searching for the key to the cuffs that bound her wrists and ankles together. She willed her facial muscles to remain neutral, but permitted herself an inward smile of triumph. Santa Barbara all over again. She had him by the balls.Jack found the keys, tried several of them before finding the right one, and undid the cuff attached to her broad leather belt and the one that connected her ankles to her wrists via a narrow metal chain. He disengaged those bonds completely and tossed them on the floor. She shifted slightly, anticipating the release of her hands and feet, but to her surprise, he left those cuffs on, throwing the keys over his shoulder, where they bounced off of Ed’s inert body and skidded across the floor.Gingerly bracing his body against the truck’s motion, Jack walked back towards Nina, the small smirk back on his lips. His left hand grabbed the chains binding her wrists and shoved them behind her neck, so that her hands were practically behind her head. Quick as a flash, she saw his right hand reach for something, heard the well-oiled flick of a blade popping out of its sheath, and before she knew it, Jack had a knife at her throat. MicroTek Halo, she registered.“Now,” he said, all business despite his barely concealed rage. “If you try to pull any more shit on me, or disobey me in any way, I will hurt you in ways you could only imagine. You’ll fucking pray for death before I’m through with you. Understood?”“Yes, sir.”“Good,” he said. He gently caressed her cheek with the butt of the knife, a twisted mockery of a tender lover’s gesture. “Now lean back so that your head is touching the wall. Slowly.”Trembling, she complied. As she did so, she noticed that her lower body tilted out over the seating bank, pelvis forward, legs splayed, as though she were presenting herself to him. Jack had planned it that way, no doubt. How like him, she thought bitterly.His left hand released her wrists, then traveled down to the front of her drab prison uniform. The hand holding the knife never left her throat. One by one, he undid the buttons, his thumb and forefinger working to pop each button gently yet firmly out of its hole. When he reached the buckle on her belt, he paused, as though contemplating his next move. Still acting one-handed, he loosened the tooth of the buckle from its leather hole so that the belt hung slack around her waist, then pulled it slowly down her thighs, almost to her knees.“Put your knees together.”She did so, wordlessly. He cinched the belt tightly around her legs, so that her loins touched each other. He chuckled softly to himself.“Just think. If you’d kept your knees together before, none of this would have happened.”“Jack; ” she began to protest, forgetting herself.“Shut up.” He barely raised his voice, but she knew he meant it. She obeyed, but her eyes glittered with anger and frustration.Jack continued his slow, methodical unbuttoning of her uniform top, until he had undone the very last button. Then, in one supple motion, he yanked down her uniform bottom around the belt, exposing her plain white cotton panties. He then stood back up, replaced the point of the blade where it had been before, and pushed the fabric of the top far enough off her shoulders to expose the straps of the cheap standard-issue bra they had permitted her in prison. He smirked again, reading her mind – he knew how much she liked nice underwear, and how much it humiliated her to have to wear cheap, unflattering crap. Before she could even gasp in shock, he had cut both the straps with the knife, so that the bra hung loosely around her tits. He pulled down the fabric on each cup, one at a time, so that each nipple was just barely exposed. Nina’s nipples had been fully soft in the steamy heat of the truck, but as Jack knowingly circled his thumb around her right one, they both watched it harden at his touch.“Is this what you’re going to do to me, Jack?” Nina spat in a low voice. “Tear my clothes off and fuck me in the back of this truck?”Jack said nothing. The hand with the knife slipped around behind her neck until his hand rested between her neck and shoulder, as though embracing her, but with the blade still pointed where it could hurt her if need be. His other thumb left her right nipple and started massaging her left one. He gazed directly at it, both pleased and fascinated by the effect he was having on her body in spite of itself. Nina’s face flushed, but she continued:“How do you think you’re going to explain yourself when we get to the airport and the guards find me like this? Do you think they’re going to just hand you your Get Out of Jail Free card and say, ‘Okay, Jack, just don’t let it happen again?’ Even you can’t be that crazy.”At this, Jack pinched her nipple – hard – between his thumb and forefinger. Nina yelped involuntarily, then held back another gasp as he continued to roll it around in his grasp, firmly yet – could it be? – gently. He continued to switch off, from left tit to right and back again, until he was sure both nipples were painfully hard, and then smiled again ever so slightly in satisfaction. Nina was almost wincing at the effects of her own arousal, but she somehow managed to hold herself in check.He had another command for her:“Hold still.”Nina’s throat was too dry to respond. She could only gaze dumbly as she watched the arm holding the Halo slip back from around her neck, slip up under her bra with the blade facing outward, and position itself right at the junction of the bra’s two soft cups. With a sudden burst of force, Jack grabbed the bra with his other hand, braced against her for support, and cut Nina’s bra open. A small, animal sound escaped from the captive woman’s throat as the bra’s support lapsed and her breasts fell to their sides. Even before, when she and Jack had been lovers and she had shown herself naked in front of him for the first time, she had never felt this exposed. Or this turned on.And then Jack’s head was bent, he was kneeling, his firm hot mouth burning on her nipple, the knifeless palm grabbing her other tit and kneading it for all it was worth. Nina closed her eyes and felt her heart hammer against her ribcage. Rage in her mind, fear in her heart, heat in her cunt.“Santa Barbara was business, Jack.” She tried to sound cold and calculating, but her rising libido betrayed her. “I needed you to trust me. I needed you on my side. If you think you’re reawakening an old flame or something, you’re a bigger fool than I though. I saw my chance and I took it. End of story.”Jack pulled his face away from her nipple and nuzzled between her breasts. He worked his way down slowly, tortuously, towards her stomach, his lips and teeth moving in stinging, sucking bites that Nina was sure would leave readily visible marks. Marks the guards would see, that would make them ask questions, that would – oh, GOD, his tongue was in her navel, he was working it around, hot DAMN that man was good with his mouth; shit, oh, shit, oh, shit, he was moving lower, lower still, but how the hell would he get her panties off with this fucking belt around her thighs, what was he, crazy?Again, the knife made an appearance. Again, Jack was grasping some piece of clothing on her body, trying to rip it off of her. First one side, then the other, along both seams of those hideous fucking granny panties that made her look like a friggin’ hippo.“I’ll just rid you of those,” he said, knowingly. The bastard was actually grinning. Then, as though performing a parlor trick, he whipped out her shredded panties from under her uniform, and Nina again yelped as the fabric stung her swollen clit and aching lips. He was enjoying this. Cocksucker.“I don’t hate you, you know, Jack.” Trying to retain at least a shred of composure. “I didn’t love you, either. None of this was ever personal.”His mouth continued its searing path down her stomach, pausing as he lowered himself further still to give the tip of his turned-up nose a chance to nuzzle her dark pubic thatch.“Oh, sure, I liked you all right. You were a decent guy. A good agent. An above-average fuck, when you got the chance. But no fuck is worth jeopardizing – AH!”Jack had nipped the sensitive skin just above her clitoral hood. He hadn’t bit very hard, but the area was so engorged with the blood of Nina’s hotly stoked lust that her eyes watered with pain. And then she could feel his hot breath on her, his mouth so close, but still not touching. Waiting. Teasing. Bastard. His tongue flicking, ever so lightly, over the painfully erect surface area of her sex, teasing her some more. Come on, motherfucker, get it over with.And then he was done teasing her, his mouth, his glorious mouth was on her, encircling her, inside her, licking and sucking her lips, her hood, her clit, fucking her with his tongue, tasting her wet hot slippery salty arousal. The man gave dynamite head, and he knew it, and she remembered it now more than ever. And as he got more and more into it, he yanked the belt down around her ankles and grabbed her by the hips and slammed her ass down on the seat – Nina was moaning steadily by now, no longer able to control herself – and spread her legs as far apart as they would go and oh my GOD he just kept eating her and eating her and eating her and –What? Why did he just -Jack stopped. He pulled his face away from her and squatted back on his heels, his hands still braced against her inner thighs. He had a wicked glint in his eyes and Nina’s slick, clear juices all over his mouth and chin. She could feel his fingertips tickling the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, just barely touching, but enough to let her know he was doing it deliberately. His tongue darted out lasciviously and licked some of it off his face, savoring the taste when he put his tongue back in his mouth.“Want some?” He grinned, arose slightly, and leaned in for another kiss.Nina reared back reflexively, again banging her head on the wall, but Jack was too quick for her, and his tongue darted between her lips before she could muster the strength to force him out. It really didn’t taste that bad, she thought. A slight marine tang, but nothing to gag over. It was more the way Jack was forcing it upon her, violating her mouth with his, that made her want to bite him, force him out, tell him to fuck himself.Then, as suddenly as he had begun, he stopped. He reached behind her for her mangled bra, which had fallen on the seat behind her. Then he had a command:“Stand up.”Nina obeyed as best she could, bracing herself against the Humvee's momentum and willing strength into her quivering knees. Jack bound the bra around her eyes, whipping her around to tie it in the back so that it could serve as a makeshift blindfold. Then he turned her back around, this time more slowly but still firmly. Another command:“On your knees.”Nina had a pretty good idea of what

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In this episode Hawk, fresh from his COVID-19 adventure, stumbles through the maze of Donald Trump's immunity claims. Picture this: Trump, the former Commander-in-Chief and convicted felon, is essentially arguing for a "Get Out of Jail Free" card that would make even Monopoly players jealous. The Supreme Court, meanwhile, is busy trying to decide if being President is like having a lifetime supply of legal teflon.Hawk takes us on a whirlwind tour of the oral arguments, where justices pondered such pressing questions such as whether a president could order a military coup (you know, just your average Tuesday in the Oval Office). He predicts that while the Court won't give Trump total immunity, they might invent a new game show called "Is It Official or Personal?" for future presidents to play. As for Trump's other cases, it's like a legal version of Whack-A-Mole - knock one down, and another pops up.Finally, Hawk dives into Jack Smith's indictment, which reads like a political thriller with a cast of characters that would make a soap opera blush. Six unnamed co-conspirators? It's like Clue, but with fewer candlesticks and more subpoenas. Hawk wraps up by hoping for a pre-election trial, because nothing says "democracy" like deciding the fate of a presidential candidate between campaign rallies.Oh, and don't forget to buy some Pride merch at hawkmerchstore.com to support the Kaleidoscope Youth Foundation in Columbus, Ohio (kycohio.org) - all profit from the Pride Collection goes to this amazing non-profit for the month of June.Links to Judge Chutkan immunity decision and Jack Smith's J6 IndictmentJudge Chutkan immunity decision attached to this post - sourced from this article:https://storage.courtlistener.com/recap/gov.uscourts.dcd.258149/gov.uscourts.dcd.258149.171.0.pdfJack Smith's January 6th Indictment (also attached):https://www.justice.gov/storage/US_v_Trump_23_cr_257.pdf SUPPORT & CONNECT WITH HAWK- Support on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/mdg650hawk- Support Hawk's Merch Store: https://hawkmerchstore.com- Connect on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@mdg650hawk7thacct- Connect on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@hawkpodcasts ALL HAWK PODCASTS INFO- Additional Podcasts Available Here: https://www.hawkpodcasts.com- Listen to Hawk Droppings On Your Favorite Platform:Spotify: https://spoti.fi/3RWeJfyApple Podcasts: https://apple.co/422GDuLYouTube: https://youtube.com/@hawkpodcastsiHeartRadio: https://ihr.fm/47vVBdPPandora: https://bit.ly/48COaTBSimplecast: https://hawk-droppings.simplecast.com- Hawk Droppings RSS Feed: https://feeds.simplecast.com/pPVtxSNJ

In today's episode we discuss the deeper meaning behind the daily obligation of every individual to see his or herself as if he or she left Egypt. Likkutei Amarim, Chapter 47.Music by Shoshannah.   Follow us on:  Youtube, Facebook, Twitter, InstagramTo sponsor an episode or for any other inquiries, email: itistaught@gmail.com Support the Show.

In this episode InShane and Jason S discuss the pros and cons of locking up personal drug users. Uncle Shane tells the story of helping a friend out, literally!

Joe Biden goes on offense, Nikki Haley calls Donald Trump unhinged, and Trump's hush money case gets a court date while his Georgia case gets complicated. Later, Minnesota Governor Tim Walz sits down with Tommy to talk about how much you can get done when Democrats have full control of the legislature. For a closed-captioned version of this episode, click here. For a transcript of this episode, please email transcripts@crooked.com and include the name of the podcast. 

Could Fani Willis' relationship kill the Georgia Trump case? Also, Trump's total meltdown on NATO and Putin, MAGA Republicans try to kill Ukraine aid, gun violence in Kansas City, and an easy solution for the patriarchy. ***Don't forget to rate and review us!!*** Check out another great podcast at ⁠⁠Talkin' Politics & Religion Without Killin' Each Other⁠ *** 02:03 Introducing 'Rent-a-Dude': A Solution to Gender Bias 04:07 The Fani Willis Hearing 07:15 Trump Legal Watch: A Look at Ongoing Cases 10:36 The Foreign Aid Bill: A Political Standoff 13:40 Lindsey Graham's Political Shift 14:38 Sheldon Whitehouse's Twitter Rant 17:19 Donald Trump's Controversial Statements 22:56 Debate on Gun Violence and Media Coverage

Darshan discussed crucial updates to the Department of Justice's (DOJ) corporate enforcement policies, particularly impacting FDA-regulated industries like pharmaceuticals and medical devices. The DOJ's focus on mergers and acquisitions (M&A) emphasizes the importance of compliance professionals throughout the entire process.Key Highlights:1. Corporate Enforcement Policies Update: The DOJ has introduced significant changes to its corporate enforcement policies, impacting companies engaged in M&A transactions. Compliance professionals are now essential stakeholders at the due diligence table.2. Antitrust Division's Impact on Pharma: Recent cases involving pharmaceutical companies Teva and Glenmark showcased the DOJ's shift in approach. Divestiture of a core product was required, marking the first instance of such a demand in a corporate criminal resolution.3. Compliance Program and Compensation: The new pilot program mandates companies to incorporate compliance-promoting criteria into their compensation systems. The DOJ urges companies to address this now, emphasizing the need for proactive compliance policies.4. Voluntary Self-Disclosure Policy: The DOJ announced a voluntary self-disclosure policy, creating a safe harbor for companies that promptly report wrongdoing. The policy encourages self-reporting, offering a presumption of declination for qualifying companies.5. Qualification for Safe Harbor: Companies must disclose misconduct within six months of acquisition, with one year to fully remediate. These deadlines may be extended based on case specifics. The Safe Harbor applies only to criminal conduct in bona fide M&A transactions.6. DOJ Principles: The DOJ aims to hold wrongdoers accountable, incentivize compliance, and deter repeat offenses. The new policy offers a presumption of declination for companies self-disclosing, cooperating, and remediating.7. Impact on Pharma and Device Companies: FDA-regulated industries, particularly pharmaceutical and device manufacturers, may benefit from the clear safe harbor. Voluntary self-disclosure, under the new policy, could become more common in the life sciences sector.8. Considerations and Conclusion: Companies must carefully evaluate when self-disclosure is appropriate, with minor regulatory violations potentially better handled directly with the FDA. Compliance teams play a vital role, and ongoing developments at the intersection of compliance and FDA regulation will be closely monitored.

Our family loves to play Monopoly, especially my 9 year old. And if you've ever played this game you know that there are times where you have to go to a spot on the gameboard that is the jail. And when you're in jail, in the game, you lose your turn until you're free from jail. In order to get out of jail, you need to draw a card that says “Get Out of Jail Free.” This is the best card because it gets you back in the game and moving along with the other players.   This game of monopoly shows us something spiritually. We can think of our sin, that all humans are born with, as a type of jail. Our sin can keep us trapped, in a sense. We can't get out on our own. And it ultimately keeps us separated from God.   If we were playing monopoly we would keep hoping and hoping we would draw one of those cards to get us out! And guess what? When Jesus came, He came to get us out of that sin jail. He came as the Son of God. He came to live the perfect human life. And He came to die for our sins – to offer us forgiveness from our sins. THEN He came BACK to life, winning over sin and death and showing that He will forever and always be the winner of LIFE – both today and for always.   Jesus did all of this so that we could have forgiveness from our sins, which is like our “Get Out of Jail Free” card. It's through the forgiveness of our sins that we can have a relationship with Jesus both today and then forever in heaven with Him. But instead of waiting and just trying to get lucky by drawing the right card, in a sense, Jesus offers this forgiveness to everyone who accepts it. Isn't that amazing? It's a free gift that gets you out of that sin jail! Have you ever heard better news!?   Psalm 86:5 says, “You are forgiving and good, O Lord, abounding in love to all who call on you.”    Let's talk about some questions today. Remember, don't overthink it! The point is to get conversation flowing. 1.     How do you respond when you think about Jesus' forgiving your sins? 2.     If Jesus is willing to forgive your sins, how do you think He wants you to treat others?   Let's practice our verse one last time before we go. You can repeat after me. “You are forgiving and good, O Lord, - abounding in love - to all who call on you.” Psalm 86:5   Backseat Bible Nuggets is a part of the Christian Parenting Podcast Network. To find practical and spiritual advice to help you grow into the parent you want to be visit www.ChristianParenting.org

Our family loves to play Monopoly, especially my 9 year old. And if you've ever played this game you know that there are times where you have to go to a spot on the gameboard that is the jail. And when you're in jail, in the game, you lose your turn until you're free from jail. In order to get out of jail, you need to draw a card that says “Get Out of Jail Free.” This is the best card because it gets you back in the game and moving along with the other players.   This game of monopoly shows us something spiritually. We can think of our sin, that all humans are born with, as a type of jail. Our sin can keep us trapped, in a sense. We can't get out on our own. And it ultimately keeps us separated from God.   If we were playing monopoly we would keep hoping and hoping we would draw one of those cards to get us out! And guess what? When Jesus came, He came to get us out of that sin jail. He came as the Son of God. He came to live the perfect human life. And He came to die for our sins – to offer us forgiveness from our sins. THEN He came BACK to life, winning over sin and death and showing that He will forever and always be the winner of LIFE – both today and for always.   Jesus did all of this so that we could have forgiveness from our sins, which is like our “Get Out of Jail Free” card. It's through the forgiveness of our sins that we can have a relationship with Jesus both today and then forever in heaven with Him. But instead of waiting and just trying to get lucky by drawing the right card, in a sense, Jesus offers this forgiveness to everyone who accepts it. Isn't that amazing? It's a free gift that gets you out of that sin jail! Have you ever heard better news!?   Psalm 86:5 says, “You are forgiving and good, O Lord, abounding in love to all who call on you.”    Let's talk about some questions today. Remember, don't overthink it! The point is to get conversation flowing. 1.     How do you respond when you think about Jesus' forgiving your sins? 2.     If Jesus is willing to forgive your sins, how do you think He wants you to treat others?   Let's practice our verse one last time before we go. You can repeat after me. “You are forgiving and good, O Lord, - abounding in love - to all who call on you.” Psalm 86:5   Backseat Bible Nuggets is a part of the Christian Parenting Podcast Network. To find practical and spiritual advice to help you grow into the parent you want to be visit www.ChristianParenting.org

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Brad and Lesley emphasize the importance of practice in building confidence. Drawing from Ryan Lindner's experience, they discuss how competence doesn't come from waiting but from taking action. They highlight the value of practicing in various situations to become more comfortable with who you are.If you have any questions about this episode or want to get some of the resources we mentioned, head over to LesleyLogan.co/podcast. If you have any comments or questions about the Be It pod shoot us a message at beit@lesleylogan.co . And as always, if you're enjoying the show please share it with someone who you think would enjoy it as well. It is your continued support that will help us continue to help others. Thank you so much! Never miss another show by subscribing at LesleyLogan.co/subscribe.In this episode you will learn about:Why impostor syndrome can hold you back from taking action.The importance of setting boundaries for self-growth.The value of clarity in relationships from the start.How to build confidence through practice.Episode References/Links:How to Become a Pilates InstructorHow to Become a Pilates TeacherBlack Friday, Cyber Monday (BFCM) Sale https://onlinepilatesclasses.com/Chat with us!  If you enjoyed this episode, make sure and give us a five star rating and leave us a review on iTunes, Podcast Addict, Podchaser or Castbox. Get your free Athletic Greens 1 year supply of Vitamin D3+K2 and 5 free travel packsGet your discount for some Toe Sox using the code: LESLEY Be It Till You See It Podcast SurveyBe in the know with all the workshops at OPCBe a part of Lesley's Pilates MentorshipFREE Ditching Busy Webinar Resources:Watch the Be It Till You See It podcast on YouTube!Lesley Logan websiteBe It Till You See It PodcastOnline Pilates Classes by Lesley LoganOnline Pilates Classes by Lesley Logan on YouTubeProfitable PilatesFollow Us on Social Media:InstagramFacebookLinkedInEpisode Transcript:Lesley Logan 0:00  I think it's important for us to revisit impostor syndrome because it just keeps showing itself up as ugly. Just like thorn in your side and it's coming because you are not being yourself. Lesley Logan 0:10  Welcome to the Be It Till You See It podcast where we talk about taking messy action, knowing that perfect is boring. I'm Lesley Logan, Pilates instructor and fitness business coach. I've trained thousands of people around the world and the number one thing I see stopping people from achieving anything is self-doubt. My friends, action brings clarity and it's the antidote to fear. Each week, my guest will bring bold, executable, intrinsic and targeted steps that you can use to put yourself first and Be It Till You See It. It's a practice, not a perfect. Let's get started. Lesley Logan 0:49  Welcome back to the Be It Till You See It interview recap where my co-host in life Brad and I are going to dig into the collected convo I had with Ryan Linder in our last episode, if you haven't listened to that one, you should go listen to it. You can look out for this one, but you should listen to at some point. You know, when this podcast the reason we want you to listen to the first to the end, you can bounce around as much as you want. Brad Crowell 1:10  Totally. Lesley Logan 1:10  We I think it's fun to hear what we have to say because it feels like you're part of the conversation and then you go listen that one. Brad Crowell 1:16  Yeah, I mean, if you're new here, pods, the weekly pods are basically connected. So the first one is an interview. And then the next one is a recap of it. Lesley Logan 1:26  And the FYF has nothing to do with any of them. So it's always exciting. You should do that. And also if you're new here. Hi, I'm Lesley Logan. Brad Crowell 1:32  And I'm Brad Crowell. Lesley Logan 1:33  Well, I introduce you we don't introduce me so. Brad Crowell 1:37  Yeah, it's true. She's Lesley. Welcome.Lesley Logan 1:40  Today is November 9th 2023. And is actually Cambodia Independence Day. 1953 is when they actually got their independence from France because yes, France tried to take the France ruled over them for a while.Brad Crowell 1:52  Almost 100 years. It was like the 1860s that they were quote unquote, discovered by France.Lesley Logan 1:58  Yeah, yeah, that's, that's a lot of not so good things in there. But it's also why when you go to Cambodia, some people do speak French.Brad Crowell 2:06  Yeah, there's a lot of French influence for sure. Yes, no doubt about it.Lesley Logan 2:09  But it is their independence day. And it's a big holiday there. Often celebrated more in the capital city of Phnom Penh. But at any rate, I think it's really amazing that they have their own independence from another country. Brad Crowell 2:20  Yeah. And Cambodia has a soft spot in our hearts because we have a place there. We go there every single year, we actually sponsor a girl there to go to school, we take people there in our retreats, we get to explore all the things it's we've really fallen in love with the country of Cambodia. Lesley Logan 2:38  We live in a village.Brad Crowell 2:39  Just incredible. Lesley Logan 2:39  When you're part of that village, it's really fun to you know, be part of that. And it's I love taking people there, because it's really important that you see, we can all travel to Europe and other western countries all the time. I think it's really important to see how people live in other parts of the world that are different than your own. Yeah, it really it's not just about like, having grateful what you have, it's actually like, they're very present people. You know, like I and it's a it's a plate, it's like when I'm there, it's like you feel you turn off the whirlwind and like it's a it's an outdoor, so you can like lifestyle, like they spend a lot of time of their day outside very much a community. They take care of each other so much. And so we you know, we use you really start to realize like how much you can be part of your own community where you live when you see how communal some people can be. So anyways, Happy Independence Day to them. We just got back, I just got back from Chicago, Brad did not join me on this trip. That means I didn't get lost. I didn't lose an ID. I didn't do anything that I didn't miss a flight or any of those things. Like on what. And I'm actually heading into Arizona tomorrow to have a girls weekend with my family. And then I come back and I'm home for the rest of November with Brad. And we have Black Friday, Cyber Monday stuff going on which we will only offer during the week of the actual American Thanksgiving. So if you are wanting to know what those deals are, you have to get on the email list for that stuff.Brad Crowell 4:04  Yeah, so both for onlinepilatesclasses.com For OPC. And for ProfitablePilates, we're gonna be doing some special things. And I really I'm excited for our BFCM Black Friday, Cyber Monday sale coming up for Profitable Pilates, because it's all about a webinar that I'm going to do a public webinar that we'll do on December 3rd, okay, and it's gonna be all about what your Pilates website needs. So make sure you pay attention to that that's where you're gonna get those tickets and come hang out with me and we'll dig into websites and SEO and also images and all the things it's gonna be a lot of fun.Lesley Logan 4:41  When we first offered this topic, like you had very little options to build a website and everything costs money and now there's like so much amazing plug and play stuff. So it's really changed and it shouldn't you should not be afraid of it. It's not expensive anymore. So I think that's really cool. After he's done with that webinar. A few days later we hop in the van well first we kick off our tour in Las Vegas and then we play the Leaving Las Vegas song as we exit Alley fitness and head to St. George. Brad Crowell 5:08  How's it go? Leaving Las Vegas? Lesley Logan 5:10  No. I'm leaving Las Vegas. Anyways, guys so bright it's Saturday night anyways, Who sings it? It's like it's like not Alanis Morissette, but it's something like that. Leaving Las Vegas song, Sheryl Crow, Sheryl Crow. I love Sherly Crow. I went to the the Las Vegas airport. And I was like going up the escalator to go to Security. And the song was playing in the terminal like for south southwest. And I was like, did they play this like 24/7? Or is it just happening right now? Can you imagine if they played all day long, every time like someone into the airport, they play Leaving Las Vegas, it was just that moment, but it felt so apropos. Anyways. So we'll be playing that song. And then we'll go to St. George, and then we will hit the rest of our cities.Brad Crowell 6:01  7000 miles, we're going from Vegas to Boston to Miami. It's gonna be crazy.Lesley Logan 6:07  In between, like Denver somewhere in Ohio, like lots of awesome stuff, you're gonna want to go to opc.me/tour to find out all the stops. And I expect you to get in your car and join us somewhere near you. Because we want this to be the biggest tour we've ever done. And just so you know, at the time of recording this, we don't have the details we can't tell but I'm gonna tell you right now, you're gonna want to make sure you spot this van, you're gonna want to make sure you come to this tour, because there are reasons that you want to come besides meeting me. Yeah, I'm just saying.Brad Crowell 6:38  We got some exciting things cooking. So tune in.Lesley Logan 6:42  Yes. Before we go on to talk about Ryan, we have an amazing question from someone.Brad Crowell 6:48  Yes. So okay. This is a great question. And it's probably one that's, I guess, sometimes overlooked, because we obviously live in the world of Pilates. And so everything seems pretty obvious to us to where to find things. But somebody said, Hey, how do I become a Pilates instructor? And I was like, Oh, that's an awesome question.Lesley Logan 7:14  It's like a question that gets asked so much. It's every single week when I look at like, who goes to the website where they search, they search for this. And we have lots of tools on this. But I got this in an email because someone who's like I love Pilates, I think I should just be able to teach it. But I'm moving at the end of the year, and like, are there things they should consider? And I thought that that was such a great question. And I wanted to say, we do have some free stuff on the site on profitablepilates.com. We'll make sure the links are in the show notes that actually like a free course on like how to become applies instructor, we also have a whole series of courses, once you've like, are like in a programs you can set your business up correctly. But in between those two, I have a book where the first chapter actually talks about what questions to ask a teacher training program. While I'm a classical teacher, I do not force people to become classical teachers, the questions or things you should be asking any teacher trainer you are thinking of purchasing from because here is the deal. No two programs are built the same. You cannot compare this not apples to apples. It's like every type of produce and also the ones that you've ever heard of. So every person, every program you've seen out there is built by someone based on what they want for their studio, or what they were missing in their teacher training program. And so you first need to make sure that you like the teacher trainer that you have. The second thing, especially if you're moving is to make sure that what you're being trained in is a comprehensive program, and that you can teach in any kind of Pilates studio. So if it is something that's like, oh, it's like, if you hear like, sorry, unique blend of exercises based on the equipment that we built, those are signs that it's not gonna be great for you, maybe not for other people, it might be great for other people. But if you are wanting to have a certification, where you can joke anywhere, you're looking for a conference, like him comprehensively trained program on all the equipment, so that wherever you end up in this world, you can actually teach in a full studio. Now some countries have different rules around like actually being certified at the end of the day. For the most part, it's an unregulated job, which is why there are so many different types of trainings out there. So you want to definitely check out my book, it probably will take you six to nine months, six to nine months is what you're looking at to be sure, yep. And if it's anything that takes you more than a year unless it's on your end, like that's your choice. That's a little interesting. Most of the time it's most of the training weekends can happen within six or nine months and then you take the amount of time you need. So anyways, get the book, get the course check it out, and then let me know end up doing we can celebrate your process. If you have questions on anything you want us to answer. You can send that into the Be It pot and we'll answer on the next episode.Brad Crowell 9:44  Okay, now let's talk about Ryan Lindner. Drawing on a wealth of experience overcoming personal hardships. Ryan Lindner collaborates with clients and top organizations around the world to address turnover issues and instill a sense of humanity and understanding within workspace leadership. I thought was interesting that he said, When you get hired for a role, they often they treat you as if you are the role, like, all right, you are going to run the shipping department. So we'll talk to shipping and receiving. All right, yeah, call shipping and receiving not call Bob, but no call shipping and receiving. And, you know, like humanizing the team again. It's interesting, it just changes that scope. But also, it was really interesting to listen to him talk about, you know, his, like, all the things and what he's been able to do and his personal struggle with with, you know, imposter syndrome.Lesley Logan 10:42  Yeah. We've had an impostor syndrome before on this podcast, probably several different episodes. John Laura was the top one really great one. Really great one. And so one of the things I love that we talked about, as he discussed the tendency of people with anxiety to seek approval, and please others, and the thing about people pleasing is that's just a form of control. And you actually can't control how those people are. And so he explained that having boundaries means you have to say no more, which means you may have to end some toxic relationships or leave some jobs. And he emphasized the importance of self love and owning one's worth, and detaching them from external approval. Oh, my God. Well, if you can figure that out, y'all in a in an episode, you just you should be teaching a college course, it is hard. Okay. Especially if you were raised to be that way, if that was like a learned behavior that you have, but I actually I liked that he talked about boundaries means you have to say no, do you know that it is actually kind to have boundaries? It is actually very kind of boundaries. And we'll talk about this in episode coming up with Kelli Adame. For my female, females wanting to live and in more feminine energy, it's actually very feminine to have boundaries and say how you will and will not receive other people. And so boundaries doesn't mean saying no to every like, it's I actually want to rephrase it. When you have boundaries, you're saying yes to the things you actually want in your life. If you don't have boundaries, you are actually saying no to something else.Brad Crowell 12:13  While you're probably saying yes to everything, you're saying yes to everything, inadvertently, you're saying no to something.Lesley Logan 12:18  Especially yourself. And so he said, he stressed so much. He's like, you have to love you. And you have to do that again. And you have to own who that person is. And I think, I think is the hardest part. I think a lot of people don't know how to love themselves. Because how many people listening raise your hand. Only one if you're driving, if your family taught you how to love you. Did your parents show them like you like self love? Because that's how you learn it, right? Like it's a learned behavior. So if you only see your parents who are constantly trying to change how they look, if they're like, like, my, my, all the women in my life were like always on a different diet every single week, and then cheating and going here and have these chips with you. So like, I didn't see self-love. Constantly, consistently unmodeled and why would they the people before them. That's a fucking luxury. Can you imagine the people in the depression and the wars going? I love myself so much like, it's a fucking luxury, right? So we have generations of people not modeling self-love. Brad Crowell 13:19  And so really interesting. I never really thought about that my parents were when I was a kid. Every week, they would drag me out to the stupid soccer game that they played in and we had to sit on the sidelines. And I hated it.Lesley Logan 13:33  That's so cool. And I was like, Yeah, but that's so cool because they go watch your fucking soccer game.Brad Crowell 13:39  On the weekends, we would go sailing and every we hated sailing. Oh my god, my dad was like trying to flip the boat. He was having so much fun. He's like, the best thing ever. And we're like, terrified, and my mom let us take a thousand swim classes.Lesley Logan 13:53  I think that's why you're the unique human that you are, because your parents showed you like how to find, like, fix things for yourself.Brad Crowell 14:00  Yeah, that's what I'm coming to. I don't think I really realized that they were, maybe they were doing it because they wanted to do it. But they were actually also modeling. (inaudible)Lesley Logan 14:08  This is hilarious. Do you know what everyone says about you? They're like, Brad is so happy. Brad is like the kindest person. I know. He's is a very interesting bird as any like they're just like, he's just like, he's just got like, he's just, you know, a good person who loves everybody and like, you're not very good at taking like prioritizing yourself. We're still working on that, last episode. But like, you I don't see people pleasing you at all, like, at all and so much. You have zero problems telling people no, I'm like, Oh my God. We like told them yes. And he's like, it's okay. We just change our planets. I'm like, we can't change our plans. We we have to go we said we'd be there. So like it explained like you were modeled like to, it's okay to do the things you want to do. Brad Crowell 14:55  And my parents liked to play volleyball. My dad played in the band at the church.Lesley Logan 14:59  They don't listen to this show, they can't hear how amazing they did a good job raising you.Brad Crowell 15:05  My mom took sign language classes. Lesley Logan 15:07  Oh, that's cool. Brad Crowell 15:08  You know, like, like they definitely, you know, pursued individual things. And then did those things. Lesley Logan 15:15  Yeah. So this episode wasn't for you at all. At any rate, it's for the people who this is for, if you struggle with these things,Brad Crowell 15:22  Oh, are you kidding? No. There's still plenty for me to learn from Ryan. Lesley Logan 15:25  Yes. But I'm just saying, if you struggle with these things, and it wasn't modeled for you, it's I'm not giving you a Get Out of Jail Free card. But I'm saying like, it's no wonder it's a difficult decision, and you are going to have some toxic relationships that have to end. And heBrad Crowell 15:39  Well, those I mean, those talk. Well, you know, what you guys were talking about was that those toxic relationships will inadvertently end.Lesley Logan 15:46  Yes, and also, the very last thing one time about this, like he stressed the importance of defining relationships from the start. And I, this was very interesting. When I went to college, there was this thing called DTR. And I had no idea what that meant. And down to no determine the relationship. Oh, DTR. Yes. DTR. It's a conversation. Well, I went to a Christian college y'all so shocking. I know. But I did. I fucking did. I fucking did. I fucking did. And I thought I said, fuck all the time. Anyways, it was just like thing that people would do. They're like, oh, we went on a date. And we DTR and like, after a date, like after a date. But I do. I'm not saying that. Like, you should be doing that every time your date. But I do think it's important to be very clear about who people are in your lives in the relationship that it is and whether that's a conversation to have with them. Or if it is one that you just have to have with yourself to understand like, okay, Julie from the office who drives me fucking crazy. The relationship with Julie is at the office only. And if you're taking Julie shit home with you, you are muddling the relationship. Or if you're letting Julie when I also hang with you in the weekend, you don't have to that you can say, Hey, Julie, I love I love our time at the office together. But I don't have time for us to have relationship outside of the office together. And like, Yeah, that might piss Julie off. And you know what, hopefully have a good HR and like, they probably already know how crazy Julie is. And so sorry for any Julie's out there. Well, I mean, the poor Karen's have already been. So let's just find your name. Anyway, I think like, definitely take some time to define relationships from the start is going to help you take yourself off of the pressure of showing up in a way that's unaligned with the relationship's definition. Did you DTR in college, because I never DTR I was like, I'm gonna get through four years of college, without that DTR. Because it just felt weird. It felt like everyone want to get married right away because they just wanna have sex. And it's like, well just go have sex. Anyways, welcome to my college experience.Brad Crowell 17:44  Well, saying no, wasn't something I was always, you know, good at.Lesley Logan 17:48  You say no, all the time.Brad Crowell 17:50  I do now. But when I was in college, I didn't. Oh, you said yes to everything. Well, it wasn't that I said yes to everything. But I wanted to fit it into, you know, even though I was still like,Lesley Logan 17:58  You, you wore rings and all your fingers. You had your hair colored the wrong color. Brad Crowell 18:03  Yeah. I know. I definitely pushed all the boundaries, but it didn't mean I didn't want to fit in. Okay, right. So, you know, I don't know what I don't know. I thought the DTR thing was kind of silly. But I did try to date a girl on my campus. And I asked her dad, if I could date her. And he said no. And I was like, oh, fuck, now what? She lived in Canada. And I was like, that's fair. Brad Crowell 18:16  But did her dad live in Canada? I mean, I'm surprised because that would be really great than she could stay if she married you.Brad Crowell 18:40  Yeah. But no, I wasn't really trying to date so much. I just thought it was all a little.Lesley Logan 18:49  I don't even think Ryan was even talking about dating. But that's what my brain went to. I was just talking about, like relationships in general, like the people in your lives. And so I do think determination is really important.Brad Crowell 19:00  Yeah, I think so too. Especially like, you know, defining the relationship can help with boundary setting. And we were talking about boundaries. Because, you know, if you'reLesley Logan 19:13  Well, if the relationship is a work relationship,Brad Crowell 19:16  Then the boundary is the end of the day.Lesley Logan 19:18  Yeah, you're your boss, the boundary's end of the day,Brad Crowell 19:21  And I think we were talking about this before on a previous episode here, that the, the way that work from home has shifted. It's been so empowering and freeing and amazing, but it was also completely changed our boundaries. And if we're not careful, you know, we're taking home, you know, all this work, meaning we never actually set an end-of-the-day boundary for us. And I think that it's also been mission creep with text messages from work coworkers and working on emails late at night and all this kind of stuff. Lesley Logan 19:21  And you know, I think it's France or when other countries of Europe it's illegal. And also they are not. There is zero expectation of you responding to anything outside of office hours, whatever.Brad Crowell 20:09  Yeah.Lesley Logan 20:09  it's actually weird if you do that they're like, what's wrong with you?Brad Crowell 20:12  Yeah. You know, and, and I don't I don't know that I agree. I think that's a bit extreme. But I, I, I do think that it's healthy to say like, unless the fucking house is burning down, don't contact me outside of those hours. And you're and like, that's with because you've defined the relationship as this is a work relationship, that it can help you reinforce your boundaries. You know, so, yeah, anyway.Lesley Logan 20:34  Define your relationships. Okay, what did you like? Brad Crowell 20:35  Okay, so, I, well, you guys got into introvert extrovert, how you and also defining that how you recharged. You know, some people recharge being alone and others, you know, go together, you know, when it's when people together. And he started talking about how, you know, he's also, you know, very introverted, but he does all these speaking engagements, right? And so he talks all these people at a time and how it stresses him out still, you know, even now, after having done it for so, so much time. And then he kind of, you know, he kind of hidden him, he specifically said, I had a conversation recently with, like, a general or somebody huge in the military, because he got a chance to work with people in the military, right. And that kind of led you down this interesting thing about titles, right? And how titles made will make still make him uncomfortable can make you uncomfortable. If you know somebody's title, you started talking about Doctor and how like you were teaching a doctor Pilates and how you're like, Oh, why are they even taking Pilates from me? Because they are a doctor. And they know everything you know about I don't remember what kind of doctor they were. But you know, your orthopedic surgeon. That's what was and you came to this conclusion that, yeah, okay. They may understand the body, but they don't know how to move their own body. You know. And anyway, the point of it, the point of his thing was that like, when he started to, to focus on their title, the people that he was discussing things with and talking to a coaching, basically, it was intimidating to him. But if he could, like, put the title aside and just talk to like a human, then all of a sudden, it would change the dynamic. And, you know, I mean, I, what it immediately made me think of was, what if you were walking down the street and you bump into a President of the United States, and you don't know that they're the president or were a president, and you just strike up a conversation with them, and you talk them like a human. And it's probably going to be just a simple, easy exchange, conversation, whatever. Nothing weird about that. But if you were walking down the street, and they have the Presidential motorcade with 57 Secret Service agents, and like dudes carrying guns near them, you're gonna be like, Whoa, I have no, no way. I could never even speak to that person I would never try. you know. And so just knowing the person's title alone, it's such a crazy thing, how we how that shifts their own dynamic. Brad Crowell 20:36  Yeah, it's true. I mean, like, even when I was teaching Pilates, like when the celebrities would need a session where I was, and I would have to teach them like, there's this moment of like, okay, so like, it's a little awkward, because like, you're like, I feel like I know a lot about you, you know nothing about me. But also you're it doesn't matter. You're just want me to teach you and I'm here to teach you, but I'm a little nervous. And like, it takes a few moments here those butterflies out for sure. Like, yeah.Brad Crowell 22:55  For 15 years ago, when I was I had just moved to LA and I was in Trader Joe's with my roommate at the time. And there's this girl walking down the aisle, and I just started talking to her. And like you knew her? No, I don't know what you're talking about. Whatever the fuck, I was just talking. I was just being friendly Brad. Right. (inaudible) And we're talking and like, we had this, like, we saw each other in a couple of rows. And it was kind of cute. And we got to the line. Lesley Logan 23:48  And it's like, every single person in LA like you try to meet someone at Trader Joe's.Brad Crowell 23:54  And we're talking and we're chit chatting in the line. And we're waiting and you know, and then my roommate turns around, and he goes, Oh my god, are you so and so and she's a fucking famous actress. And it just killed the entire conversation. And it was so bad. I was like, bro, bro, you fucked that up and what the hell? Lesley Logan 24:11  Who was it, do you remember? Brad Crowell 24:12  I have literally no idea. But you know, but it was like it totally changed the dynamic. And I was like, weren't well.Lesley Logan 24:23  Yeah, yeah. So it's really funny. We put people on pedestals. They put it like it's a whole thing. It's yeah. And that creates weird impostor syndrome, which doesn't have to exist because they're just people who also need whatever you have to offer. So there you go. Brad Crowell 24:36  Yeah. Well, the other thing I thought was really hilarious was he takes inspiration from Patrick Stewart, super famous stage actor and obviously, like Star Trek Stewart.Lesley Logan 24:46  Oh, okay. I just out of myself. I've clearly not watched Star Trek. Brad Crowell 24:49  No, come on. He's like in that he's so famous. Like know that Spock. But yes, I appreciate that.Lesley Logan 24:56  But don't everyone on Star Trek, do it. Brad Crowell 24:58  No, only Spock.Lesley Logan 24:59  Only Spock does this?Brad Crowell 25:00  Well Spock and his people. For those of you listening, family, it's the fingers. Well, just you know you have to do this and realize but your straps on your feet if you're a classical teacher, yeah.Brad Crowell 25:11  If you're not watching on YouTube, she's doing the split V thing.Lesley Logan 25:15  Yeah, but I have to cheat. I have to pull my fingers down. Oh my god, you could do it on both hands.Brad Crowell 25:20  Yeah. Come on, come on, you can do it. What is that hard? It's easy. So yeah, anyway, Patrick Stewart said that even today after being like, like, literally, I think he's Sir Patrick Stewart. And oh, he's knighted. Oh, yeah. Come on. You fucking know who he is. Look at it look. Yes. Look up his picture. You know. Anyway, he, he has been on stage thousands of hours on stage right and in front of cameras. And that's not Spock. Know. Okay. Now, I'll get Patrick Stewart. Anyway, he said he still actually gets stage fright. After career, decades of doing it, he still gets stage fright. And he said, and he has this little mantra that he says to himself, he says, You know what, I don't give enough. He probably says I don't give a fuck. Right? And he says, what happens? What what I thought was really interesting was like, how is that beneficial? Because it kind of seems like flippin and silly and ridiculous, you know, but what I thought was cool was that Ryan said that you're actually you're, you're kind of freeing yourself in that moment. You're detaching from the outcome in the moment and you're reducing the stakes. That's a pretty cool analysis of I don't give a fuck.Brad Crowell 25:21  Yeah, mine is gonna say I did look up who Spock is, I don't know the difference of the two and Sir Patrick Stewart's hotter if it's if it's any, but he's concerned.Brad Crowell 26:47  We were all wondering, you know, if that's what you were sayingLesley Logan 26:51  To people, I would want to be with Sir Patrick Stewart. Yeah, I can't do the eyebrows on Spock. Um, anyway.Brad Crowell 27:01  Okay. All right. Well, stick around. We'll be right back. All right. So finally, let's talk about those Be It Action items what bold, executable, intrinsic or targeted action items can we take away from your convo with Ryan Lindner? Own who you are, there's nothing you have to become or do or you don't have to arrive at anything. You just have to allow it. You are you. Lesley Logan 27:26  You are already you were born amazing. Already happened. I love it.Brad Crowell 27:32  Yeah, so I think well, I think it's also I think it's just hard you know, we feel like we need to be more do more or you know, like with the qualify or again we were talking about this a couple of weeks ago about our performance-based society about how like you know the achievements that we are are how we define ourselves right and I think that of course it feels good to like hit a mark that we set for ourselves but again, we should celebrate that and too if we just jump from mark to mark to mark we're not actually enjoying the in-betweens ever, right ,and I think that we can apply that same thing about you know, who are you who like who are we how how do we see ourselves. I think thatLesley Logan 28:15  Made me think of Allison, who are you and he does it and then he does a little smoke, who are you? The ultimate question My goodness Yeah, it's IBrad Crowell 28:32  There's nothing more that you have to become to be you. You're already you. Lesley Logan 28:37  You're it. You made it. Brad Crowell 28:38  You made it. Congrats you are.Lesley Logan 28:39  You actually technically beened it till you sawed it but you've been I'm just trying to like you have arrived at that new you were born that way but now you maybe you said to be it till you see it but like you've you're born that way and so maybe it's the journey is just you finding yourself back to who you already were.Lesley Logan 28:40  We've beened it till we sawed it.Lesley Logan 28:47  You know what? Past tense on the past tense even like my double negatives I guess you don't like my double past? Brad Crowell 29:07  I don't even know what to say. That's amazing. What about you? What is yourLesley Logan 29:11  Wow he said then this is the hard that he has that seems hard to just be who you are. So he actually said he would practice it and I really here's the thing he says like practice in front of people, practice speaking and put yourself on camera and record it like this will help you accomplish, your competence comes about, you guys, competence says that you don't wait for competence to bestow itself upon you competence comes from doing the fucking thing over and over again until you feel like you can do it like have you ever seen someone like they're able to like like stir something that they're cooking and also like tax on the phone with that looking at German or on old phones now I'm dating myself but all the people in this are RH t nine t nine where you could like I can text without looking at your Yeah, not here your phone and you could like oh texts,Brad Crowell 29:57  I would text I would not only that my screen was is broken. So I had to memorize the I literally memorize the keypad?Lesley Logan 30:07  Because Could you could you read people's text to you? No, no. So but you would text them? I would text them. I can't read you say so just calling.Brad Crowell 30:16  And then I would also I had to force me to memorize people's phone numbers again.Lesley Logan 30:20  Yes. So So but the reality is all those things come from practice and competence comes from just doing the thing. Like that's just what it is. It's actually also from just like showing up and doing the thing you said you would do that's also putting coins in the competence bucket. And so if you are struggling with like, just being yourself and being until you see it, you can't just sit around and wait for it to like, like, you know, night itself upon you. You have to actually do the thing and practice it. So practice in front of mirror, practice it while you practice doing it while you make a bed practice while you do the dishes. Practice that while you're listening to Gaia, try for the 17th time in this recording session to find a bed that's comfortable for her. None of them are we've tried seven, none of them are comfortable. So but we're gonna keep practicing until we find a bed for Gaia. We're just gonna keep going. But that is how you do it. So I really enjoyed this. I think it's important for us to revisit impostor syndrome because it just keeps showing itself up as ugly. Just like the thorn in your side. And it's coming because you are not being yourself.Brad Crowell 31:22  Yeah. And so let us know how you've been until you've sought it.Lesley Logan 31:25  Thank you for bringing it back full circle. I'm Lesley Logan. Brad Crowell 31:28  And I'm Brad Crowell.Lesley Logan 31:29  You're amazing for listening to our episode. Sometimes the wheels come off to us. We got three dogs and life going on but we hope that this helps you be it till you see it and not be perfect because that's boring. If you have takeaways want you to tag the Be It pod, tag Ryan and until next time, Be It Till You See It.Brad Crowell 31:47  Bye for now. Lesley Logan 31:49  That's all I got for this episode of the Be It Till You See It Podcast. One thing that would help both myself and future listeners is for you to rate the show and leave a review and follow or subscribe for free wherever you listen to your podcast. Also, make sure to introduce yourself over at the Be It Pod on Instagram. I would love to know more about you. Share this episode with whoever you think needs to hear it. Help us and others Be It Till You See It. Have an awesome day. Be It Till You See It is a production of The Bloom Podcast Network.Brad Crowell 32:20  It's written filmed and recorded by your host Lesley Logan and me Brad Crowell.Lesley Logan 32:25  It is produced and edited by the epic team at Disenyo. Brad Crowell 32:28  Our theme music is by Ali at Apex Production Music, and our branding by designer and artist Gianfranco Cioffi. Lesley Logan 32:35  Special thanks to Melissa Solomon for creating our visuals and Ximena Velazquez for our transcriptions. Brad Crowell 32:41  Also to Angelina Herico for adding all the content to our website. And finally to Meridith Crowell for keeping us all on point and on time. Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/be-it-till-you-see-it/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

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