A House Divided - Chapter 9

Chapter Nine:

 “If you look out the left side of the ship you can see one of the many hundreds of islands that surround Singapore Harbour. 

There protection provides the city, to the right, with a very safe and deep water port from which to conduct trade the basis of modern Singapore’s wealth,” the tour guide announced through the site seeing boats speaker system.   All sets of eyes save one took pictures and looked through binoculars at the vast harbour of the city.  For Claire Baxter, COIL Agent, the real interest as far as she was concerned lay somewhere within the outer islands, one of them contained the next piece of the microchip puzzle.  The question was just which one of the hundreds could it be?  As if on queue the tour boat swung to port and headed out towards them as she readied her binoculars for a closer look.

            The spy adjusted the focus then activated the sensor systems embedded within the normal looking glasses.  Thermal imagining radar, a high intensity digital camera and an electronic field sensor gathered data as she scanned the glasses over the various islands that the boat passed.  She’d analyse the data later on her laptop to discover the most likely suspects, for now, as the boat swung away from the islands she’d just enjoy the rest of the cruise.

 “How confident are you that it’s her!”

            “Completely Ma’am.  Our operative even took this picture to confirm it.  There can be no doubt.  Shall I make arrangements to get rid of her?”

 “Many people have said that in the past about Miss Baxter and few are alive today.  I think we will wait and let her make the first move.   I don’t want to risk all I’ve worked towards on the chance she’s after us, after all my organisation has never been officially linked to DOOM, unofficially, well lets just leave it unofficial.  She may well be after something else, but if she moves against us we’ll just make sure that move leads to a trap, a trap from which she can’t escape.  If she’s after the parts of the chip then we have nothing to worry about; the islands are quite sufficiently guarded, in many ways.  Still it might be fun to meet her.  Arrange a meeting on pretence and tell Kiko I wish to see her.”

 Claire closed her eyes and tried to concentrate.  Normally a Yoga workout followed by meditation in the Lotus Position relaxed and rejuvenated her, but today it seemed impossible and she knew why.  Claire love the Orient, the food, the culture, the busyness, she loved it all except for one thing.

 “The women!” She finally admitted to herself.

  Not all the women, just the types she usually ran into, spies!   They were exotic, erotic, beautiful and exceedingly deadly!  Trained in so many forms of martial arts as well as other deadly arts their gracefully movements, lithe bodies and ancient techniques were exceptionally effective against their opponents as the young twins had almost proven to her firsthand.  Singapore and Kyoto were her last two missions and she knew they’d be the hardest, she just hoped either one wouldn’t be her last!  Too that end she worked on her stretching and various Kata simulations, her naked body flowed and striking into her imaginary foes with grace and speed.

 Kiko Matsumora entered the office of her employer, officially she as a translator, unofficially, but more realistically she was Mrs. Yin’s personal assassin, expensive and strong willed, but effective.  She glided across the floor to the woman’s desk, her high heels barely registering a sound.

            “Ah, there you are Kiko,” Mrs. Yin looking up at just the right moment.

 Kiko had always suspected Mrs. Yin was more than just the successful businesswoman she was.  Oh, she knew about the connections with DOOM, but there was something more, hidden just under the surface, a veneer Kiko despite all her best efforts just couldn’t scratch away.  It covered the true nature of the woman in front of her allowing only the outward appearance as a reference point.  The two women as they usually did sized each other up, each thinking the other never suspected.

 Kiko saw a woman of 37; 5 feet 6 inches tall with shoulder length hair stylishly set and put up.  A flawlessly beautiful face adorned perfectly with just the minimal touches of make up to set it off.  Her lips were thin but full the kind that begged to be kissed, today she had chosen a particularly wonderful frosty pink lipstick for them.  Small beautiful breasts emerged from under her white silk top they gave shape and contour to her slim angled body.  Her skirt, always cut above the knee, displayed her marvellously entrancing legs.  Kiko had seen her use these weapons in meetings to disarm colleagues and obtain her way.  There had indeed been times when she had wanted to run her hands up her delicious curve of her employer’s calf and close her mouth around those lips.  She had the complete arsenal of seduction at her control, money, power and looks and although Kiko could never confirm it, as Mrs. Yin was very discreet, she was sure the killer outward look was matched on the inside.  You didn’t possess a body like Mrs. Yin's had and not apply it in certain ways.

Mrs. Yin beheld a tall, 5 foot 8 inch woman 25 years old, her body sharpened to a fine point yet still retaining all the softness of a woman.  Kiko’s legs, today displayed magnificently in a mini skirt were thin, strong and alluring, yet powerful, just a small movement of them confirmed the power of the sinewy muscle the lurked under the surface.  Get to close and they struck with fatal effectiveness as Mrs. Yin had seen first hand several times.  Kiko’s breasts were slightly smaller than hers yet perfect for her body; they were young elastic and firm in their cling about her spandex top.  The Ninja’s face was oval, with a model’s looks and bones, her hair as usual tied and braided in a tight ponytail than ran to her mid back.  Effective with any weapon including her body she was expensive, but effective when called upon.

“We’re going to have a visitor within the next couple of days; you and I will show her around my art collection on the twenty seventh floor.  Observe and study her I made need your special services if things get too far,” Mrs. Yin said.

“Who is this visitor if I may ask?” Kiko inquired.

“Claire Baxter, she’s a COIL agent.  Correction she’ll be an X- COIL agent within the next couple of days.  Here’s a dossier on her to help you prepare.  I’ll call you when the meetings confirmed.”

Kiko knew a dismissive tone when she heard it.  She left as she entered, without making a sound.

A beep from the laptop told her the data had been analysed.  She put down one of the Yoga books she’d retrieved during her encounter with Seema and focused on the screen.  The data revealed three possible islands; all showed elevated levels of heat and electronic activity in addition to what the digital camera had recorded.  The computer had enhanced what appeared to be airshaft ducts on one, micro satellite dishes on another and a reflected blurred image that the program couldn’t compensate for on the third.  She knew all three had to be interconnected in some way that just made the odds longer against her.  Any one or none of the islands might have the chip design and there was only one way to find out.  Claire opened up a new program, fed in the longitude and latitude of the 3 islands waited a few seconds, then selected the first box of the three that appeared on her screen.

The screen filled with a 3 dimensional topographical colour map of the first island, the one with the airshaft ducts.  She deftly positioned and repositioned the mouse, moving about the island as if she were really on it.  Double clicks enhanced and enlarged areas at her command as she searched for a way in.

“They certainly chose well!” she said to herself.

The entire circumference of the island save one spot on which a building stood, was ringed in quicksand to a depth of 30 feet; nothing could get across it.  The only way in was via a small algae covered stream about 10 feet wide that ran from the centre of the island out to the ocean.

“One way in and out, if that isn’t a set up for ambush I don’t know what is,” she mused as she ran the problem over in her mind for several minutes before smiling.  She inserted a blank disk, right clicked and copied what she wanted to it.

She sighed and moved on to the second box, the one with the micro satellite dishes.  The prospects here looked much better, just vegetation, but were they of a fatal genus or did they conceal other more lethal species?              Since the island was almost perfectly round any landing point was equidistant to her goal.  Claire marked her entry point for later reference and move to the last island.

“The best for last,” she carped seeing the situation on the screen.  Bogs, dense jungle, quicksand covered the entire island.   “I’ll save this one for last,” Claire said as she ended the program and switched of the computer.

“This would appear to be a perfect match,” said the sales clerk.  Claire observed the computer screen and the suit in front of her and had to agree.

“They are indeed.  Where can I try it on?”

Directed to the change rooms she disrobed and pulled her body into the lightweight suit, zipped it up and began to test its mobility through a series of stretches.  Satisfied with the results she left with her purchase and took cab back to her hotel, COIL had made the other purchase she need already.  Much to her surprise she found a message waiting for her.  She collected it from the front desk but waited until her room to read it.  She knew DOOM was onto her the minute she saw Mrs. Yin’s name.  She’d never been officially confirmed as a member only because she was too cleaver to let that happen and now she wanted Claire to step into her parlour on the pretence of viewing and evaluating her art collection.

  “No doubt she wants to add me to her collection,” Claire mused.

 She was caught, they knew she was here, they knew who she was and she knew she couldn’t refuse the invitation.  If she did they’d come after her right away, which by all rights they should have done the minute they’d found out she was in Singapore.

 “No, they’re not completely sure why I’m here just yet, hence the meeting.  Maybe I can play this to my advantage and throw them off a bit,” she thought hopefully.  She called Mrs. Yin and gratefully accepted her invitation to which Mrs. Yin said her car would arrive at 9 AM tomorrow for her.

Claire chose her weapons carefully the next morning when dressing, from her body out to the finishing touches she arrayed herself in all manner of concealed weaponry, all oblivious to the eye.  The doors opened and Claire stepped out of the private elevator and into Mrs. Yin’s private office, or to put it more accurately floor of her office tower.  On the left side the windows ran the length of the office, which was rectangular shaped.  The right side was what appeared to be a solid black granite wall, floor to ceiling that again ran the length of the office.  The floor was made of red sandstone and of a blood colour to the eye.  No furniture existed save Mrs. Yin’s desk and two receiving chairs for visitors.  Claire walked the 30 or 40 odd feet to Mrs. Yin’s desk in silent steps the woman looking up just as she arrived.

“Good morning Miss Baxter, it’s good to finally meet you in person!” she said trying to sound sincere.

“I wasn’t aware you’d had a desired to meet me before I received your letter the other day?” Claire answered catching her in a slip and making sure she knew it.

“I was speaking only of your reputation as an evaluator of art objects.  Do you have another reputation that I may have heard off?” Mrs Yin shot back with poisonous smile.

Claire let her have the victory for the moment as she turned back to the elevator where Kiko had just taken her first few steps into the office.

“My Executive Assistant Miss Kiko Matsumora,” Mrs. Yin offered noting how soon Claire had heard her approach, as Kiko came within earshot.

“Executive Assistant of what?” Claire again pounced with her claws extended.  She knew she was pushing the envelope but she needed to establish the game rules on her terms.

Mrs. Yin ignored the comment as Claire had done hers; they were even so far.  Claire offered her hand to Kiko who accepted and squeezed just a little, Claire let her even faking trying to pull her hand away sooner than need be which brought a smile to the assassins lips.  Mrs. Yin took her seat and the others followed suit.  The spy summed up the woman beside her in one word: dangerous!  A soft dazzling body on the surface and taut death trap hidden below she mentally noted all the same attributes and characteristics that her employer always had.  Kiko couldn’t get an exact read on Claire, which she knew to be bad!  People who can hid behind a mask are usually trouble, with a woman it was usually fatal.  She needed more time and observation a fact that annoyed her!

Claire smiled and switched tactics once again as she spoke. 

“I’m sorry Mrs. Yin if I’ve insulted you in any way before your assistant arrived.  It’s just that given your reputation in the art’s community and your acumen within the business one I was a little overawed, I hope you can forgive me.”  She left out the executive part of Kiko’s title on purpose.

“I perfectly understand Miss Baxter and please call me by my first name Yang.”

“Thank you Yang,” Claire said with a small delicate bow of her head and quick glance at Kiko’s face, one look told her that she’d never been on a first name basis with her employer.

“Now to business I have a rather extensive collection of artefacts, most of which have been catalogued and valued, but there are about a dozen or so pieces that still need to be positively identified and valued.  If you will both come with me,” Mrs. Yin said as she came around the desk and started to walk towards the elevator giving Claire her first really good look at the woman.

  Her assessment was the same as Kiko’s had been only Claire Mrs. Yin worked out her deadly assets on a regular basis always maximising her return!  The spy kept up her friendly talk during the ride to the twenty- seventh floor, ignoring Kiko as one would a servant.  She could feel the resentment building in the woman beside her, filling the elevator with hate and envy.

The doors opened and part of Claire stepped into heaven, a museum and what a collection!  Life size Terra Cotta statues from Chinese Emperors tombs lined the rows and guarded display cases that contained Ming, Sung and Chang Dynasty vases, figurines, sculpture and so much more she couldn’t take it all in.  She turned in place, like a kid in a giant candy store, her senses alive, her body tingling with euphoria at the sight of it all.   Mrs. Yin interrupted after a short period of time impressed that her collection inspired such as reaction.  She led Claire and Kiko toward a display case in the centre of the room.  Claire watched Kiko with fascination, it was clear the woman had never been here before.  As much as she tried to hide away her reactions and appear nonchalant it wasn’t working as the COIL agent noted.

“These miniature pieces are the ones to which I was referring Claire,” Mrs. Yin said as she entered a numeric code on the keypad lock and the glass slid away. 

Claire removed a pair a white gloves from her small purse, slipped them on and picked up the first piece of jade, a carving of a magistrate.  She repeated the process for the remaining 11 pieces before removing and replacing her gloves to her purse.

“The first piece is from,” Claire never got a chance to finish as Kiko jumped in.

“The Sung Dynasty, you can tell by the small outward flair on the robe of the magistrate,” she said a triumphant ring to her voice as she had clearly scored a wounding blow to this woman.

“The Hoang Dynasty,” Claire continued. 

“You see the way the flair turns here, but not here,” she said referring the different points on the ends of the robe.  “The Hoang Dynasty’s claim to the throne was tenuous at best they needed to establish themselves in the minds and hearts of the people so one of the best ways was through art.  These carvings although seemingly the same as the Sung Dynasty which overthrew them are in fact very different but in a subtle way that the people of the time could see but that wouldn’t cause any more upheaval than their claim to the throne had.  Unfortunately, the Hoang’s didn’t last more than 50 years and the Sung Dynasty either recarved or destroyed most of their art to cement their claim to power.  Your mistake,” Claire said turning to Kiko.  “Is a common one made by most amateurs.”  Claire smiled to her.  “All the rest of the pieces are Hoang as well and worth a great deal!  I would be happy to write out a brief synopsis of each piece for you, give approximate value, date and meaning if you wish.  It should take no more than an hour or two I just need a place to work.” Claire offered.

“Excellent Claire!  Kiko take Claire to your office so she can work.  What is your fee for the services you have rendered so I can write you a cheque,” Yang asked.

“$25,000.00 American,” Claire answered indicating she didn’t wish to negotiate on the matter.

Mrs. Yin didn’t flinch; it was a small amount to pay for the knowledge she’d gained on both counts.

 “I’ll have the cheque brought to you within the hour.”

Nothing more was said, the three departed in silence Claire and Kiko went to her office and Claire began her work while the assassin watched her wishing Mrs. Yin had given the order for this woman’s immediate termination!  The cheque arrived as promised, Claire smiling at Kiko and depositing it safely in her purse.

“Not bad for an hours work.  How about I treat you to lunch and we can get to know one another better?” Claire asked.

“I’m busy!” was all that came back as Kiko tapped her foot on the floor repetitively.  When the tapping hadn’t stopped after a while Claire looked up and into Kiko’s eyes.

“Either draw the line or stop tapping!” Claire said referring to the challenge issued for a fight used in the Far East. 

 One approaches their adversary, taps their foot three times and draws a line across which the challenger has to step for the challenge to be accepted.  Kiko stopped tapping and didn’t draw the line instead she flounced out of the room.   Claire rapidly switched on the desk lamp and moved the pieces into position adjusting them as needed.  What she didn’t tell either of the women was that the pieces arranged in the correct position to each other formed a coded message in shadow pictures as the light passed through them an ingenious method of relaying information in an clandestine way!   A few slight adjustments sharpened the picture, before her were the outlines of a butterfly, a cricket and a spider, the missing pieces of the chip design!  She made quick notes, disassembled the setting and finished her work before Kiko came back in to the room.  She sent it off to Yang and left a still steaming Kiko, who was fantasising about how she would kill this woman, in her office.

The cheque safely deposited to her personal account in the Cayman Islands Claire returned to her hotel, she still had work to do.  She sat down at her dressing table and opened her laptop.  Carefully removing her gold enamelled butterfly earrings she inserted the pins into a special docking bay and connected the cable to a USB port.  Seconds later pictures of the seventh floor registered on the screen, her earring camera’s had worked to perfection giving her the entire layout of the floor!  Next she slipped off her ring again placing it in a special docking port, made the connection to COIL listed what she needed and left the laptop to do its work, it would be a while before she had an answer.

She took a shower, did a workout and was in the midst of her Yoga book when she got her answer several hours later.  “Thanks for shaking hands Kiko!” she said as the screen filled with data on the DNA sample her ring had unknowingly to Kiko scratched from her and COIL had decoded.  The data fed into a world-wide database looking for matches to blood type and age.  Luckily or unluckily for Kiko she’d had to visit several hospitals after doing her Executive Assistant duties and the trail was displayed for Claire, including her address and bank accounts.  The mission was getting longer and more complicated than she wanted it too, but she had no choice, she was caught between two dangerous vipers and she’d much rather have them bite each other than her!  At any rate her trip to the first island would be delayed by at least a day.

The line secured itself perfectly, a quick attachment and Claire glided along the wire between the two buildings on safely onto the roof of her objective. 

 “It’s all down hill from here Claire,” she told herself gazing over the side of the building.  “Thirteen floors downhill to be precise.”

 As she lowered her body over the side the micro suction cups in the suit on her feet securing into place as one hand let go and suctioned into place followed by the other.  Silently the black suited spider worked her way down the side of the glass obelisk her body tight against the mirrored surface as the wind wiped around trying its best to pry the human arachnid from his home.  She reached her destination loosened one hand made a fist that released and activated the cutting tool embedded into the palm of her suit.  Carefully she cut a circle just big enough for her body to slip through.  The spider folded and bent her body through and into the museum minutes later as she crawled up to the ceiling and along until she was over her target.

She reached behind her and extracted from the suits built in harness a thin line of twine that she tied to the joist above.  Her other palm contained the remove which worked the small electric winch in the harness.  Her index finger hit the concealed pad on her palm and she started the descend spinning her line out from her body as she went.  She stopped inches above the display case as her hand reached out and entered the securing code Mrs. Yin had used several days ago.  While ostensibly looking away her earrings had recorded the entire transaction!  The case opened and Claire removed the miniature figurines slipping them inside the suit, secure in the fold of her bosom. The spider closed the case, raised herself up on the line, undid it and made her way along the ceiling to the whole, slipped through replaced and sealed with glass with a special fluid and the made up way up the building, but not before leaving behind something!  She crawled across the line between the two buildings; detached the cable unzipped her suit and removed a thin device that looked like a calculator attached it to the line and pushed a button.  A signal went down the line to an electronic sensor built in to the imbedded grappling hook and released it!  Claire pulled it across gathered it up and left as silently as she had come.

Two days had allowed her to track Kiko’s movements fairly well.  It had also allowed her to study her home and probe for the best way in.  She’d found it on the second night and Kiko’s day planner which told her she’d be out at the party tonight giving the spy all the time she needed.  She slipped in via a bypassed sensor in the skylight and dropped silently to the floor in the middle of the woman’s bedroom.  Whatever Mrs. Yin’s Executive Assistant was, she was very feminine.  Her dressing table was covered in all manner of exotic creams and oils all neatly arranged along with her regular makeup.  The colours of the room and the fabrics all bespoke of her desire for softness.

Her workout room just off the bedroom told the other side of the woman.  Practice dummies for kicking and punching; free weights, stretching bars and weapons of all sorts filled the space.  Claire took notes again tonight regarding the positions of things that had changed from the night before, all the intelligence she was gathering may help at a later date against this woman should it come to that!

She moved from there into Kiko’s private study where the night before she had discovered the dossier on herself that Mrs. Yin had given to her assassin.  It was extremely detailed yet that did not worry the spy.

“Facing paper and a flesh and blood opponent and entirely different.  Telling someone that their target is extremely improvisational does nothing to prepare you for what improvisations they may do during an encounter,” she thought as she glanced at it again in passing on her journey to the wall safe.

 Left, right and left again and the safe opened to her.  The combination having been secured the previous visit with the aid of electronic help.  Her zipper snaked down her chest just enough for the figurines to be removed and placed within their new prison, Claire closed the safe, exited the room and the house as if she’d never really been there, her nights adventure come to an end.

“So it would appear,” she said as the elevator doors closed. 

 “It isn’t enough that the pay is outrageous for the work required now she does this to me!” 

The doors opened and Yang Yin collected herself as she went to her desk a deadly smile growing with each step she took.  Her PDA gave her the number she desired, a quick all business call, for that’s just what this was, a business transaction that needed to be settled and things were set in motion to her satisfaction.

Kiko relaxed with her tea amid all the loud music and the flashing lights of the dance floor she was more than able to focus out the unwanted and concentrate on the important which was Claire Baxter.  Mrs. Yin had cancelled their meeting that day to discuss the COIL agent’s permanent retirement.  Kiko had come up with several methods she just needed her employers approval of which one and the go ahead to start.

“Maybe tomorrow,” she mused out load.

“What about tonight?”

“What about it?” Kiko said to the handsome man.

Claire stopped the jet powered Sea Flea several hundred yards off shore and secured the anchor in the shallow water of the reef.  She pulled the neoprene hood over her head grabbed her goggles and slipped silently into the water and the long swim to the island, then up the stream about a half mile to the building.  As she approached the estuary the water, clear before began to cloud up as the green Day-Glo algae filled the water coating the surface and her in its slippery scum.  The two guards on lookout never saw her slip by right under their noses, her green Day-Glo wetsuit perfectly matching that of the algae!  She slithered by them barely displacing the water as she moved the algae closing in around her wake.

Her green slippery seal like body twisted and turned as she swam up the narrow river.  The jungle clung to the banks at points almost toppling into the river.  Branches skimmed the water in places the trees growing tall and dense from their watery nourishment canopied the river in the foliage.  Claire swam on resisting the temptation to stop and rest by grabbing a low slung branch unaware that she was being watched!

The door opened and the two stumbled in to his apartment nearly falling over each other in their frenzied attempts to peel away clothing.  Somehow in the darkness and excitement she got him naked while she was reduced to just a thong and stockings!  Kiko’s mouth went all over his face, down his chest, against his hard stomach muscles finally taking him as her hands cupped his tight butt, her fingers digging in and releasing as she rocked her tongue back and forth around his granite shaft!  She teased him dancing the tip of her tongue around is head gradually running it farther and farther down his swollen member until she pulled off for a second.  Her head was between his legs and vised as he pushed his weight down forcing her to the floor before she could react!

He worked her head down to his ankles, quickly crossed his legs and trapped her neck in the cross!  He pulled and straightened her legs again crossing the ankles and then stretched to his full heighten with his prisoner encased.

Claire could see the lights from the building just in the distance, she was getting close a 100 yards and she could leave the water.  The green suited woman moved along cautiously pulling her perfectly camouflaged body through the think slim when she was spotted and seized!

The water roiled and churned as Claire fought her assailant all 10 feet of him!  The Green Singapore Tree Python was a perfectly coloured match for Claire’s wetsuit as he wound around her while the water gushed with her struggles!  Her slick slippery second skin slipped coil after coil as the constrictor sought to tie her in its all-embracing crush!  Their frantic battle created open water as the algae dissipated in the combatant’s ebb tide.  The agent reached for the knife strapped to her leg and pulled it free as the two battled for supremacy.  A loop thrust upward caught her hand and pried the blade free!  It fell from her hand into the dark waters and sank into memory!   The lubricating escape gel the algae had created began to wash off; Claire slipped a final loop and rushed for the close by shore and into the shallow water.  Her awkward lunges from the deep water stopped as she came to the waters edge, her foot moved forward snagged and tripped on a concealed tree route and she fell!  The Tree Python was upon her with furious speed and this time there was no escape!  Band after band of encasing death closed around her coiling her helpless to its touch in mere seconds as she twisted vainly to escape its deadly constriction!

“What the hell are you doing!” Kiko yelled, knowing full well she’d fallen victim to a hired assassin and his means of killing her.

“Collecting my fee and adding your lovely body to my list Miss Matsumora.”

“Release me and I’ll double the fee,” Kiko begged.

He offered no response just a turn of the screw that was her body in his.  Kiko resisted in thin lithe well-trained body matching his as best she could.  His hold, The Bending Vine was almost impossible to escape from, the person needed massive strength to accomplish it and although she was strong, not nearly strong enough to resist his body!  Still she battled him; twisting and turning, making him work for the kill!

Claire fought to her feet as the green bands slithered about her!  Her left leg wrapped ankle to thigh, her hips encircled and held still, her ass trapped above and below in a tensing encoilment unable to aid in any escape attempt!  The green leviathan took her other as it slithered and wound itself down her shapely leg drawing its body along and out as it did.  The Python surged and struck with its free mass twirling its cylindrical death all about her!  Claire fell over and into the inviting embrace of the remaining snake that now consolidated its prey and began to try to win its meal!

The fevered spy fought to her feet and stumbled onto the shore the emerald constrictor turning itself about her as she lurched and finally she was subdued and fell to her knees by a large tree stump.  She was unable to secure his head in her still free arms as it ran out behind her then slowly emerged as it twisted in the sand.  Claire stretched and reached desperate to bend forward but the steel sinews repulsed her attempts and tightened about her in punishing fashion.  The Python rolled a loop up her body and secured another in its place!

The inverted Kiko refused to submit as he twisted her head and torso a little more.  Her body still dancing for freedom within his death grip, but slower with each passing minute.  Her long lithesome legs leg’s work hard to keep her alive, tensing gloriously under the strain, yet he countered and neutralised them perfectly.  She tried again contracting and turning her rounded thighs in explosive movements her ass shimmying wildly!  She exhausted herself after several minutes her body wet and hot from her workout.  His arms probed her long legs winding around and about her decorative dotted black stockings his hands feeling the soft firmness of her shapely gams as he went!  His fingers secured into the bands of her thong and twisted as he drew her legs stiff in his arms!

Her magnificent body was now under his complete control as he pressed against her feeling her heat and frustration upon his frame!  Kiko still fought, her flexibility keeping her in the game for a little while longer at least.  Her neck was bent sideways to her shoulder and her spine was on fire from his twisting hold yet her long legs continued to deny him an easy victory as they strained wondrously!  He tightened further into them sealing them even deeper into his arms and turning her again this time to screams from the woman!

The streamers of green ribbon attacked the enmeshed spy from all quadrants as the accordion contracted around her playing a tune of death.  His rippling body hitting notes of pain on hers as she was held still on her knees while his body mastered and played hers!  His attack was relentlessly ever inward; no spare part of his body was left idol as he twisted the pulled slack around her!  Claire tried to pry a coil over her head but his grip was indomitable!  She tried to slow him down by not moving and breathing as much but to no avail as he squeezed about her his seemingly unshatterable shroud of coiling death winning the day.  One final coil buried the encased spy deep into his labyrinth of muscle, Claire felt the attack fully now as he twisted his death wrap to a quick finish her body his plaything and soon his meal!  He pushed her over next to the tree trunk and sunk his attack fully around her the frenzy of coils wrapping and rewrapping the spy before her eyes until she was totally enshrouded inside him!

Kiko worked her legs again, again her took what she offered and held it to him, another twist, she was nearly finished as she screamed again!  Still she found one final little corner of refusal and pushed it to into battle.  It was the last of her reserves and he countered it with ease, her ensnared body was at last totally his!

Claire felt her body being twisted in both directions at once!  The Python slithered and slipped its tubular body about her!  She struggled futilely watching his bulk reduce her to pain and stiffness over the minutes as she endured the endless restricting of her body by his!

Kiko twisted her hips and in seconds her legs found his torso and wrapped him securely in her embrace as she tenderly massaged them up and down his body!  She pulled her head free of his ankles, smiled, rotated her body and his as she collapsed her now entangled former captor to the floor her long legs embedded around his naked form!

His body spasmed around his prey as he felt their colony of stings all over his skin.  From the dead tree stump came reinforcements to aid the attacking army of Fire Ants.  Thousands of warriors swarmed the intruder piercing his skin with venom!  He loosened and Claire attacked opening a second front as she staggered to her feet his coils still enveloping her but freely hanging now.  She escaped coil after coil as the venom from the ants slowed his muscles!  She left him for dead as the ants swarmed over him stinging with fury until he disappeared under their bodies.  Claire fled into the water to dislodge the few on her suit and then moved upriver toward her ultimate goal.  She came ashore, climbed the riverbank and moved along the path to the building.

Kiko rolled him around the hallway several times consolidating her position until she had the grip on him she wanted!

“A Kunoichi is a deadly adversary our tricks are many and our skills unique,” Kiko said in triumph.  “If you just got me naked you would have had me!  Fortunately I resisted and survived!  Now my legs have you and they are unforgiving in their clasp!”

She tensed him slightly and smiled. 

“My flexibility and my leg strength bought me the time I need to spring my trap!  As you took me deeper into your hold I took myself nearer an escape!  The dots on my pantyhose contain small droplets of poison embedded in them!  An exact temperature of 197.2 degrees, our two bodies is needed to release the venom outward and absorption by you my now helpless lover!”

She released him to a new hold caressing her sheer death around his nude body. 

“I want you to absorb every dot my hose contain and then I’ll release you to die alone,” Kiko hissed as she repositioned him again. 

 A short while later her legs snaked off him slowly as she carefully and sexily removed her pantyhose and tied his limbs to each other with them in a Hirochi Knot so he couldn’t escape not that there was any, her poison was always fatal.  She pulled on her dress fixed her makeup in the hall mirror and smiled at him one last time before leaving him to die.

Taking off the wet suit was a blessing, the night was hot and her body had not adjusted to the climate, instantly she felt cooler as the neoprene was shed to reveal a much cooler barely there black string bikini. Claire slid the paper door open cautiously and flowed her supple form inside closing it behind her.  Light and shadow blended through the paper walls as she moved across the room. The sandalwood floor was cool and smooth under her pressure as she probed for traps or trip wires. Coming to the door on the opposite side of the room she stopped and listened then cautiously slid the door open and stepped out into the hallway. A sudden change of light and shadow brought her up short, someone was just around the corner. The fight would have to be short and silent if she was to maintain stealth and surprise that is assuming she had them at all. Using Tai Chi Chuan movements she stalked her unaware prey, creeping to within inches of him she still maintained her cloak of invisibility as she struck. A cobra strike from her fist smashed his voice box instantly all that remained was a quick turn of the his neck and death as he fell to the floor where he had just stood scant seconds earlier, she continued on in quite down the hall.

The house was a maze of hallways and rooms; she met no one else as her journey took her she thought deep into the bowels of the place. Another trip through a large room and out the door on the opposite side carried her into what appeared to be the main hallway. The order of the building had no logical pattern that she could discern however at the end of this hallway two large paper doors stood closed to her. She approached cautiously; the room was illuminated as the light through the doors and walls showed. Intuitively she knew this was the epicentre of the house and that the prize waited inside. Opening the door a crack she slipped inside.

            "I'm glad you made it," said a man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room. "My name is Tey and you must be Claire, I'm the guardian of the butterfly to process it you must defeat me," he said as he stood up.

He was about the same height as her 5'9" and perhaps a shade heavier, he was completely smooth no hair that she could she covered his body. He wore only a thong, and she could only guess at his age, definitely over 50, but how much more she couldn't tell. His body as said was smooth and flowed with sinuous muscle and angles, not large muscles by carefully sculpted and carved. Behind him pinned to the wall was the butterfly.

"I do not kill quickly Claire, so I forewarn you to your fate," Tey said his mouth forming into a reptilian smile.

 He swept toward her fluidly closing the gap with a speed that belied his age. The COIL agent defended the chorus of blows that Tey delivered on her. The beautiful spy countered with several kicks to his inside thighs and then grabbing his arm as he attempted a counter punch she twisted it straight, her leg came up over his head and wrapped around his neck at the knee. A quick roll up would have locked him into her WASP and seal his fate. Tey however countered masterfully and avoided certain death by quickly applying pressure to her upper hamstring releasing his neck from her leg; he held the pinch long enough to deliver several blows to her forcing a strategic withdraw.

They came at each other again, Claire this time delivering the initial attack, like her he defended well. Trapping one of her arms in his he waited for the other to fall into his snare, which in short order it did. Twisting and locking them within his he turned around so the two fighters were back to back. His calves hooked behind hers as he fell forward to the floor. Arching up his back he brought pressure to bear on hers. His hold called The Terrapin lasted as long on her as hers had on him! She relaxed her legs immediately within his tie and was able to slip them out. Launching herself off the flats of her feet she flipped over Tey and landed face to face with him on the floor. Claire went to reverse the hold and put him in her Terrapin, instead he simply let go of her and slipped free.  So far the two were evenly matched would his advanced age become an advantage for her as time wore on or would it give him the upper hand in experience, only time would tell.

The two fighters approached each other again as their shadows danced on the paper walls around the room. A long series of punches, thrusts and kicks from both parties settled nothing, even when Tey tossed her in a Judo manoeuvre Claire held on to him and tossed him in the exact same fashion. For 10 minutes the battle continued in this fashion, the hot tropical air creating perspiration on Claire, she did not see any signs of fatigue in Tey, which surprised her somewhat, but not completely, he wouldn't be the guardian of so valuable an object if he wasn't good. What did astonish her was that he had no sweat on him; she put this down to his being native to the tropics and her still trying to acclimatise. The two enjoined themselves again in the struggle. Claire studied as she fought, looking for a small opening to exploit, unknown to her he was doing the same thing. Tey giving her an opening went for a strike with her hand and missed, Tey caught her wrist and turned it locking in place he then forced her around locking the other arm in the same wristlock. Tey turned her wrists upward trying to force her to her knees and then the floor.

Claire quickly executed and inside somersault and broke the hold with a series of rapid punches to her adversary. Then back flipping in a defensive manner she gave herself a little distance from him. Tey however had anticipated the move and expertly slid parallel to her as she flipped and caught her in mid air around the waist with his arms. Raising her across his shoulders he secured her into his Rack a move designed to break your opponents back. Claire alert to the danger tensed her body to avoid being bent as she counted with her move. She rotated magnificently on his shoulders and slid down his back her legs looping into his her arms enmeshing his as she fell. Tey did not panic he was too skilled for that, a good fighter assess the situation and adapts to their opponents style, in that way they can defeat them. Tey snaked his body as Claire clung to him, like a wave he rolled his frame feet to head, front wards, backwards and sideways. Slow hypnotising movements filled the room in ghostly shadows. Claire wanted to finish the battle and for a minute in seemed she would. The spy drew her form inward with each sway of his and slowly she could feel his escape plan weakening as his swaying was reduced. Claire almost had him still within her, victory was hers within the next minute, and then the swaying grew stronger! A little at first as she applied futile pressure to subdue it and then more and suddenly she was caught up with his sway. Victory so certain a minute ago vanished as he slipped from her hold.

"Body hypnotics Claire, you would have had a normal person with that, but I'm too much a veteran to panic," Tey answered. "I only hope you are as resourceful when it’s my turn!"

Claire turned to fire a spinning heel kick. Tey caught her ankle in mid air and held it in place. Claire spun her free leg towards Tey; in perfect timing he let go of her ankle and bent forward as the other leg sailed over top harmlessly. He caught her arm in the follow through and then the other and pulled them behind her back intricately weaving her arms into one of his. His legs ensnared hers and tightened. His free arm secured around her forehead. Claire didn't panic, but her numerous escape attempts proved ineffective. Tey feeling that she had exhausted her alternatives serpentine the hold deeper. Ten minutes passed and Claire hadn't moved a muscle it Tey's grip, she was immobilised! The man had her helpless form and he knew it! Tey sunk himself deep into Claire his body binding hers. Claire knew it would be a slow death Tey had said he didn't kill quickly. Minutes passed Claire her head as well as her body pinned stared at the same wall, more minutes passed Claire didn't think the pain could intensify any more, she was wrong!

Minute by minute Tey drew himself inward on the COIL agent. He was seemingly able to locate parts of her body and to package them tighter at his will. Claire calculated she's been standing still for more than 30 minutes of continuous pressure. She tried to keep her mind occupied and away from the pain. Running the hold called The Vine through her brain and the possible escape manoeuvres kept it concentrated until she ran out of ideas. She's been trapped in death holds before but she always managed to escape, there was always a way out, but this time she just couldn't find one. Tey applied constant even pressure never letting one part of The Vine overpower another, in that way the victim couldn't exploit a weakness and escape, finally he'd positioned himself deep enough into her frame to start the end game!

Claire knew what came next; carefully applying pressure he'd turn her and snap her spine. Tey's success would be DOOM's success and they would rid themselves of COIL ' s best agent. Where everybody else had failed, he had succeeded; just as he had promised would triumph! Slowly her trapped head move to a new position as did her legs. Time passed slowly and painfully for Claire, her moans filling the large room. Tey was enjoying his victory and was in no hurry to relieve the spy's agony. Tey grew more joyous with each passing minute and each turn of Claire. He knew she was a yoga master and could bend considerably more than other people that just made him happier as it prolonged the struggle. Claire despite the pain coursing through her body estimated another 20 minutes had passed. Her head was now 90 degrees from its starting position. Both knew only a few minutes of pleasure/pain were left to them. He decided to allow himself a gift, leaning close to Claire so that she could feel his hot breath he went to speak. Tey his mouth open ready to utter his victory speech instead found his face in collision with the back of Claire head, she’d been given her chance and taken it! Two lighting head butts broke her free of him. Tey his head swimming lost control and crashed to the floor about the same time as Claire.

He had been temporary stunned, Claire after 50 minutes of unrelenting constriction and twisting was not quite finished but close! Tey shaking the cobwebs from his head got to his feet and moved towards the spy still struggling to free her body from the lingering effects of his hold. It would have been a simple thing for him to slip around her again and finish what he had started but that lacked originality and would be too easy, Tey wanted to give her something else to think about, Claire fought her body’s lethargy to get to her knees. Tey slithered up behind her, she could feel him there, but her body battered from so long within him could not react fast enough! Claire's arms so long immobilised in Tey's knot willingly did his bidding as he secured them to her shoulders as his palms clamped to the sides of her head freezing it in place.

Slowly as a snake approaching its prey his legs came around her waist. She could feel them sliding effortlessly around her methodically probing for her weakest point. His legs winding into hers began to pull hers straight, once completed he crossed her ankles together with the same even pressure always forcing her to divide her strength and fight a losing battle. His legs began to caress hers; sliding up and down he dug into them at certain points to deaden nerve endings further reducing her ability to resist. Finally satisfied that he had taken what little fight she had left out of her he placed his feet soles flat on her hips and with decades of practice slide down her beautiful but defenceless gams criss-crossing his around hers as he went and trapping her again! Carefully, the pressure maintained he rolled onto his side and started again to apply his craft. This time his head was placed above hers as she was slightly bent in the hold, she would be bent further as time passed only this time she would not be able to use a head butt to escape.

            "Now Claire after a long and wondrous exchange you will die, like all the others before you! No COIL agent has ever defeated me, some lasted longer than others, some even longer than you, but in the end the result was the same, time was there only reward, as it will be yours!"

Claire could move within the hold, called The Silken Thread and she again employed her considerable skills to try and free her trapped body. Again every method she tried and invented brought failure; she even tried swelling his member to erection with her ass in the hopes that an orgasm would free her when he lost control.

"An excellent try Claire, but past experience has taught me to wear a shield to prevent the use of feminine wiles, without it I would surely be your prisoner," Tey answered knowingly.

Claire again ran through her arsenal of moves, again failure, nothing worked, again this ancient man trapped her young body, and his experience overcame her youth! The soft deadly bending of the spy began, the Silken Thread held its ensnared victim loose in the middle but tight at the ends. Claire could move easily in him but she knew that would disappear as the thread was drawn taut over time. Whisper quite the two entwined combatants pursued their respective assignments. Claire continued to try every method again to break the hold.

"Come Claire your arsenal is exhausted, don't repeat what has already failed in the past, save your strength for the pain you will experience," Tey said in a mockingly comforting voice.

Sweat drenched her body yet her adversary was cool and dry, again she put it down to being in the climate your entire life and it definitely gave him the advantage. Claire serpentined her torso, flexed, stretched and bent it all in a wasted effort. Tey deep in concentration almost like a mantra or perhaps nirvana kept her bound, the consistent pressure from his hands was just enough to hold her head stiff but never enough to cause pain, again his skill at divide and conquer was employed. The Silken Thread was again a monstrously slow form of death, Tey's preference.  After 30 minutes she still had a range lean spare body mass rippled with activity, minutely adjusting her to his advantage, her body moved only when his did and as he directed, the thread was being drawn tight! Claire her leg muscles straining were drawn backwards as her upper body fought to resist and for a while she managed, Tey simply waited for her to tire just as a great constrictor does and when she stopped he pulled her closer. An hour later by Claire's estimate Tey still clung to her, her freedom gone all that remained was pain and Tey's hold as it wound her ever tighter and sunk Claire incredibly deep into his domain.

"I knew they would sent you Claire however I had hoped you would put up more of a fight than you have, but this I suppose will have to do," he said glee ringing in his voice.

Claire felt her body slowly being drawn tighter in the thread, all she had left was stubborn willpower and determination, despite the extreme pain, the heat and the desperation of the situation she fought on her body coated in perspiration. Slowly she became aware of the fact that although Tey could move her at will and that she was still being bent in the thread, the rate at which she was being so had slowed!

 “Was he just playing with her?”  "No," she thought. "He wouldn't make that mistake again a second time, he would be all business after her first escape. The only answer had to be that he was fatiguing!"

That knowledge gave her all the incentive she needed. Then a grim though crossed her mind.

"So what if he tired, he'd simply release her, bind her somehow and then return when he was fresh to complete his mission!"

            Her only hope lay in resisting and then hoping that she could inflict some damage on him to hold him off until she could resume the fight and secure him into her body. Her mind began to formulate a plan as her body fought on; it required excellent timing and her understanding of how his entanglement of her would fall apart. Her plan set in her mind she focused her body on refusing his efforts.

Claire struggled on with all she had, her body was still deep within the hold but over the past ten minutes he had failed to sink it deeper. She still wondered how long she could last and when her chance would come? Another painful 5 minutes brought her the answer she'd been seeking. Tey began to constantly adjust her in his body, probing for a weakness that he could rapidly exploit and bring her to a quick end. Claire was shifted constantly into a myriad of positions all had the same effect, he couldn't finish her and Claire now knew it! Despite her optimism Tey still held her, but not for too much longer, the encased spy was beginning to realise some freedom. Claire refused to be rushed she waited and planned, Tey had weakened but she needed more, she needed to convince him she was still his, she lay still and played possum, convinced she was still his he loosened the hold to modify it, she was proving difficult to kill, perhaps a quick method, something contrary to his preference was needed. During the time he debated the matter Claire prepared and gained strength!

Finally she decided she could wait no longer, without releasing her he could shift her into another hold and then all her guile would have been in vain. Timing it precisely she thrust her body first inward and then outward just as he was attempting to move her. Her legs feel free and a kick backwards to his chest disentangled her arms. Furiously she kicked him several more times until he rolled away from her barrage in pain! Claire her arms long held could not and did not respond as she needed them to, propelling toward him with her feet she delivered several more rapt blows to buy time for herself. The kicks bought her the time she needed, now her legs slide towards him and with a desperate effort his hand came forward and blocked it. He saw her other limb out of the comer of his eye and thrusting out of his defensive curled position he straightened to he full length and spread her legs out along the floor, thus stopping her attack.

Claire let him make the tactical error she needed more rest and his action played perfectly for her as she acted hurt for his benefit, hoping to force him into another bad move. Claire played her hand to perfection; Tey was still convinced he had her just as the two previous battles had proved. Folding up his body like a contracting accordion he rolled up Claire's body ready to secure her and finish her off. As suddenly as he moved she moved quicker, drawing up her legs she rolled sideways and away from the oncoming DOOM agent. Expecting to encase her in his body again, he instead rolled to an empty space his body tensed to secure hers into her final fate with a shocked look on his face. Claire her mind focused and finally free of pain let instinct take over and rule her body!

Her lithe form only inches from where he had rolled reached out to him, this time to draw him into her snare. His shock at not finding his prey in the location he expected lasted only a few seconds, but that was all the deadly spy needed. Flowing over him like water her manipulations perfect she drew herself around him intricately weaving their bodies together, only this time to her advantage! Claire applied a warren of holds to counter his escape attempts as she sought to draw him completely into her net. Tey true to his nature never panicked his techniques were truly marvellous, a combination of flexibility, power and cunning, several times he nearly broke free but Claire having landed a prize in her web wasn't about to let it go free! She had managed to tie one of his arms into hers and she'd cinched her legs around his waist, but she didn't have him all, not yet. Again she played on his overconfidence by giving him exactly what he wanted; only making it appear as the opposite. Tey tried to free himself again, but her grip around him was much too tight and becoming tighter with each passing minute. His free hand unable to dislodge her legs quickly struck at her neck hoping to envelop it in a nerve pinch. This was just what Claire wanted she dodged his hand several times and then let it strike home!

 Tey could not lock his fingers on the nerves as fast as she could lock her free arm around his and entwined it to his shoulder so joining his other arm! Like the patient spider she was she had let him entrap himself and she closed that part of the web to him! The COIL agent inched her arms tighter and drew her upper body inward on his. Tey’s legs spread out before her were the next target, he however realised this and had locked them together to prevent her splitting them apart and completing his entrapment. Claire kept on leg tight against him as she loosened the other and began to run it seductively up and down the length of his leg. Tey watched her leg snake back and forth as it probed for a weakness or perhaps tried to create one through her distracting touches. Carefully returning her one leg she reached out with the other trying to breakdown his defences. Cautiously and gently she rolled on to her side taking her captured man with her. Again she repeated the process only this time to the back of his legs, winding up and down in the hopes of entry. Claire applied pressure to certain points in the muscle just as he had done with her, the technique was just as his was but the result was failure. She slowed rolled back up into the sitting position from which they had started.

"Your method is good, your skills are excellent, but we are stalemated Claire, you cannot seduce me into letting in you," Tey said triumphantly.

Claire who usually remained silent during her battles with other agents was growing tired of listening to his superior male attitude.

"I promise you a slow death just as you promised me!" she answered him. She continued to probe, as his laugh grew louder at her supposed futile attempts.

"You will find no pressure points, my body has been honed over decades of battle, you are a fool to think I would have so obvious a weakness, you cannot defeat me the best you can do is a draw and survival! The well is dry if you think trying the same thing from different angles will work!" he said mockingly.

"Oh the wells not dry I just have to dig a little deeper!" Claire answered.

 Again relaxing one of her legs she serpentined her foot into his crotch.

            "It occurred to me that you wear a shield because it's your weakest point and as you know a good fighter always exploits their opponent’s weaknesses. Let's see if I can exploit yours," Claire knowingly whispered!

 Her toes probed inward, found his shield and dislodged it.  She seized his flaccid manhood between her toes and swelled it to marble hard and smoothness in a matter of seconds.   Her expert touch kept him hard as she positioned her other foot to join the attack capturing his stem totally a few minutes later.  Tey fought her hard but she massaged him helpless her siren touch alluring beyond all capacity.  Claire felt his throbbing grow between her feet; her tender deadly manipulations were succeeding.  His breath grew short, he was close, she pressed her attack and he spilled, his body quivering in delight.  Claire smiled sweetly and slipped her left leg between his, the wall had been cracked now to bring it completely down!

He was limp for only a few minutes, her touch calling him hard again.  She ran his massive hardness along her silky calf with her right foot while she encouraged his entrapment with seductive kisses to his neck!  Tey tried all he knew to escape the seductress, but she counter all his attempts with her lethal lips and tantalising toes.  Her skills pinned him to her despite his best efforts as she stroked him to his death with precision.  Claire went slow, building him up, letting him feel her body attack him with all its deadly grace.  The COIL agent increased her onslaught, her tongue finding his ear and striking hotly to his marrow as her whispered encouragement and defeat to him.

“Release it to me Tey!  Surrender my warrior to your conquering queen!  Give me what I desire!”

He refused her no longer and exploded in joy and defeat to her!  Her right leg now glided into place following the path of the left into the divide. Claire pulled him up straight in the hold she worked her legs in deeper by slowly raising her upper legs slightly and then reclining back again the completion of each turn drew her legs tighter around his. Her Anaconda thighs closed in around his crotch as the repeated rising and falling drew her ever inward on Tey. Eventually his legs were completely locked in Claire's hold it had taken over an hour to trap him, but she finally now had him!

"Now my excellent adversary it’s your turn to die! I have you and we have the rest of the night to get acquainted."

Tey tried a series of escape attempts some of them twice all failed all the while the COIL agent tightened and adjusted his spent form.

 "My Reclining Buddha seems to have you perplexed Tey! What no response? Never mind, I understand, you have enough on your plate at the present, lets just enjoy the time with have left with each other in silence!” Claire again whispered softly to him as she buried herself in his body and sunk the hold deeper!

 Claire for the first time noticed sweat beads on Tey's body, despite all his efforts he was starting to panic, as he couldn't dislodge her. Her hands slid around his jaw to cup him within hers as she adjusted his body within her as required. Several minutes passed before she achieved the results she wanted, Tey was taut in the Buddha just as she had been in his two previous holds, only she had no plans of letting him extricate himself from her. Tey's escape plans exhausted by lack of movement he had to wait for Claire to make a mistake, he was still optimistic and thinking he was the better of the two. Silence filled the room as Claire's gentle undulations moved him further into her every so often, taking away a little more freedom each time. He was stubborn, she snaked her torso rhythmically every so often to loosen and cinch him deep, his body continued to protest but her siren skills were impossible to battle. She couldn't and wouldn't go fast her body was tired from the several hours she's spent as his guest and proceeding too fast might cause a mistake, also she was giving Tey a dose of is own medicine.

Sweat began to coat Tey's body as it rolled off Claire; the two glistened in the light as it covered them. Tey hoped the perspiration would act as a lubricant to help him escape her embrace. Claire realised this as well and her resolve to be patient stiffened, so did he as she continued the rock and implant him into her hold. After 30 minutes Tey's hopes collapsed, she had stopped her up and down movements, she had him secured, she now proceeded to her end game scenario. Slowly Claire started to recline the Buddha as she bent backwards and Tey began to be stretched. She was slow and deliberate; her hand's pulled up on is jaw arching his neck back.

Imperceptible degree and imperceptible degree he moved closer to his fate. Tey his smooth ancient body strained with her youthful embrace, he fought as best he could but she had mastered him! If it was possible Claire imbedded herself deeper into him, her whole body was a coiled spring of death and she was in the process of uncoiling it around him! She felt him slowly start to drift away as she increased the pressure, but Claire didn't dare let go.

 She had one more surprise for Tey; she had a feeling he was going under to easily, rapidly twisting her body she inverted the Buddha and arched up to completely finish her resisting prey. Tey as she had guessed had been playing her for the fool, but he was caught completely off guard by her sudden tactic and couldn't react fast enough! His bid to break free was useless; he was sunk to deep into her and couldn't muster the power to break out she felt only small wiggling movements of his encased form trying helplessly to escape her ensnarement.

Claire held him delicately in a half-sitting position balancing him magnificently. His legs twined into hers and his arms tied in hers she held him there gently rocking him back into her wonderful body as she made the final adjustments to finish him. Seconds later a slow cracking noise like a dry twig being broken apart filled the room. Claire returned forward and rose up on the balls of her feet Tey still trapped in the Buddha. For good measure she quickly turned her top and lower halves in opposite directions, a second loud snap filled the silence and then Claire let him go, Tey fell out of her embrace dead to the floor!

Stepping over him she went to the wall and removed the butterfly carefully pinning it to her bikini. Slipping out of the room she went looking for the access to whatever the airshafts concealed her night still not yet completed.  The COIL agent twisted and turned down several hallways until she hit upon an entrance concealed in the floor.  Cautiously she raised the trap door just enough to peer down and then fully when she saw her way was clear.  Her lithe body flowed into the crevice and disappeared within seconds from above.

Musky and dank air filled her lungs as she descended into the bowels of the island along with the roar, whirl and hammer of machines in action.  The bikini moved silently along the steel grated catwalk melting into the shadows provided by the overhead bulbs.  She crept closer to a lighted corner and leaned out taking in the scene below.  Twin pneumatic drills were ripping into the earth with a hammer staccato beat that filled the large open chamber she was looking into.  Conveyer belts led away the refuse of their labour’s out through a narrow tunnel at the far end of the space interspersed amongst it all were the operators and technicians, Claire counted ten in all.  What exactly this operation was she had no idea only that she needed it to come to stop tonight.

She backtracked along the catwalk until she came to the monitoring panel she wanted.  The spy called up the flow rate intake monitor on the computer screen for the coolant manifolds on the drills and entered her new series of commands before heading towards her escape.  She stopped at the confluence of the stairs on the catwalk and open the electrical panel undid the clamp holding the wire supply feed and pulled ripping the wire free of the box!  With great caution she placed on wire on the catwalk and the other she positioned perfectly just above the metal grating and in harms way of anybody who needed to get to the control panel!  She whispered up the ladder and into the building above closing the hatch.

Claire made her way along the maze of corridors and out the way she came in.  Donning her wetsuit she slipped into the water just as the first flames started to lick at the corner of the building the flames reflecting in her mask.

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Kiko slipped into bed and turned off the light. “You had your chance bitch!  Now it’s my turn!”
 

THE END