Size
does Matter
Sharon Sharpe was never the
fantasy idea of a spy, yet that was exactly what made her an excellent
one. At 5 feet 5 inches she was referred to as full figured, so
nobody gave her a second thought that was until it was too late to. Claire
didn’t think much about her either. She’d been assigned to Sharon after her
C.O.I.L. training had been completed, Sharon in effect becoming her field
trainer and mentor for six months. Claire remembered thinking.
“Great, I was so good in training and now they
stick me with some middle aged overweight woman, what could she possibly have
to teach me!”
Sharon sensing Claire’s rather
apathetic approval of her and decided before they went on any assignments
together she needed to set the record straight. She gave Claire her
dossier to read.
“I could just tell her but
official reports will carry more credibility than my word will at this point,”
she thought. “You may want to read this while I’m out for the rest of the
day, if you have any questions we can discuss them later,” she said dropping
the file in front of Claire.
As Claire started to read the file her
previous thoughts about her mentor dissolved before her. Sharon had been
an agent since the age of twenty, at present she was forty-six. Every year
she had scored in the top five in fitness, flexibility, mental sharpness and
most importantly successful missions. Claire read and absorbed every
detail until before she realized seven hours had passed and Sharon had
returned.
Claire stood up, looking at her
mentor in a new way she said, “I’m sorry, I’ve made the same mistake as
everybody else, I’m willing to learn all you can teach me and from this dossier
I’d say that was a great deal!”
“I’m glad,” was all Sharon said, a
smile crossing her lips.
From that moment on Claire
absorbed so much detail it was like being in school all over again, only this
time it was all completely practical.
Sharon, despite her robust figure
was a master of seduction and imparted every aspect of her 26 years experience to
Claire. From how to dress, how to turn your ankle just so to attract a
man's attention, to how to cross your legs. She taught Claire the use of
weapons a woman has at her disposal, when to use them and more importantly when
not to use them.
“I’m not as beautiful as other agents are but
I can get any man into my arms because I understand that you can’t rely on your
looks alone, you have to package that appeal in such a way that they will
bite,” she told Claire.
Claire did notice that although
Sharon was a full figured woman, so to speak, she was very strong and muscular,
especially her legs. One day she caught Claire starring at them while
they were dressing for a party that night.
“I’ve dined out on my legs since I
became a C.O.I.L. agent,” she said. “I always thought they were one of my
best features,” and then added “Also my deadliest.”
Claire recalled reading in the
dossier that one of Sharon’s favourite methods of killing was to wrap her legs
around her target and slowly constrict them to death.
Their assignments were mostly low
level and simplistic. Sharon let Claire take the lead and she did
extremely well.
“You’re going to make a very good
agent one day Claire,” Sharon said proudly to her.
“A great deal of that future
success will be because of you,” Claire said, meaning every word of it.
Their final assignment together
was in Belize. The mission to photograph some classified documents had
gone as planned. They were heading through the jungle to make their
escape by boat when Claire stopped to pick an unusual flower at the base of a
palm tree. It pricked her as she went to pick it and she slumped against
the palm tree paralysed by the poisonous plant but still conscious.
Sharon had gone ahead to ensure that the way was clear, when her trainee didn’t
show she hurried back to find her. Seeing her motionless against the base
of the tree, Sharon bent down to pick her up, just as a silent predator, spying
an easy meal fell from above onto her. Claire watch in horror as the Boa
wrapped around Sharon in seconds taking her tumbling to the ground. Down
one of Sharon’s muscular legs it went winding its prey into its coils.
Sharon rolled on her side and struggled to her feet, she injected her hands in
the coils around her shoulders and forced one off, twisting and turning she
managed another. The great constrictor now had only one loop around her
waist and the coils serpentining down her leg still that was enough to roll her
onto the ground again. As she fell Sharon managed to grab the head of her
opponent. Lying on her back she bent her encircled leg at the knee
forcing her pelvis flat with the earth to prevent any further ensnarement
around her wet suit. There they fought, each not giving an inch, Sharon’s
great body flexing to hold the stalemate.
Still Claire could only watch
and hope the drug still maintaining its hold on her wore off soon.
Sharon rolled on to her left side
forcing the Boa’s head to the ground, then she quickly rolled right to escape
the crushing coil around her waist. Her lungs free of the grasp filled with air
and fed her muscles so she could renew the fight. The hot tropical air
produced a glistening glow on her and the moonlight bathed the two constrictors
in their fight for supremacy. Her coil encased leg rippled
with her muscles; she had to free it soon. Using her free leg she stepped
on the body of the Boa to hold it in place as she counter spun her leg out of
its trap. Free from her adversaries twisting embrace she now had the
serpent by the head and pinned under her feet.
“Now you’ll feel some of my
pressure!” Claire heard her say.
Bringing her legs together and
bending at the knees she trapped part of the Boa between her thighs and
calves. The serpent’s tail whipped furiously, Sharon transferred the
snake’s head to one hand and reached for the tail with the other.
Connecting, she forced both ends of the constrictor to the ground; it appeared
she had her prey trapped.
The struggle stayed that way for
several minutes. Then the serpent arched its great body into the air and
over the top of Sharon landing in the same position as it started in only this
time behind her! The action caused Sharon to bend backwards as the Boa
pulled further away from her. It was using its great strength to pull
itself free of her leg squeeze. Sharon arched up on the flats of her feet
keeping her legs together as long as she could, her body tensed under her suit,
her stomach muscles taut to delay the snakes escape. Finally the loop
came free, Sharon flipped backwards with the pull of the free coil and summer
salted to her feet. Claire watched in rapt fascination, the woman
moved so freely and expertly with the same fluidity as the serpent.
Sharon held both ends of her deadly foe, she knew she was in trouble, if she held
on it would wait for her to exhaust herself and then strike again at its
weakened foe. However, rather than wait it tried a new tactic. It forced
a part of its coil between her legs moving them apart slightly, Sharon fought
the advance but the sandy earth would not afford her a firm footing. More
of the loop came flooding between her legs forcing them farther and farther
apart. It was slowly splitting her legs and forcing her to the
ground. Claire watched Sharon’s muscle control and her incredible flexibility
as her legs were bent at 90-degree angle to each other, finally her legs flayed
out on the ground. The serpent was free to throw its death around
her.
Three bands instantly encircled her and as she was forced to let go
of the creature to fight them off. She forced one up and over her head,
the remaining two cinched tight around her chest. Sharon again found her
feet; the deadly foe free of her grip corkscrewed her legs and pulled them
together, the head proceeding up her chest over her shoulder and around her
arms. Sharon with all the force she could muster drew her legs apart to
stay upright. The Boa serpentined her body a few more times and then
settled in the finish the job.
Sharon had fought long and hard
and continued to fight your not and agent for 26 years unless you’re a
fighter. The Boa proceeded to topple its prey, slowly in contracted its
coils around her legs. Sharon stained and flexed with all she had, but
slowly the bind got tighter. Her arms pinned at her sides gave a little
breathing room as they pushed outward relieving the pressure on her lungs so
she could feed her leg muscles to continue the fight. For 20 minutes the
Boa methodically decreased its encirclement of Sharon’s legs. She wasn’t
going down without a struggle, although she had no tricks left and she was
completely enveloped, her body surrounded under by a blanket of death.
Claire helpless watched her mentor
in the coils of her captor. She watched the stalemate, thinking it would
never end. The serpent through evolutionary instinct new the time had
come. Slowly it shifted its weight and Sharon wrapped in an unbreakable
embrace fell to the ground facing Claire with a calm look on her face.
The Boa drew inward a little at a time; it seemed to be playing with its
entwined prisoner. Sharon never said a word but continued to struggle
valiantly though with each passing moment less aggressively. Claire
looked on in horror as the Boa’s pressing bands danced rhythmically up-and-down
Sharon’s body. Sharon rolled around a little, the strength of her amazed
Claire. She watched the snake adjust its prey within its hold, it was
like a chess game and Sharon was running out of moves.
Slowly Sharon lay still, she knew
the struggle was over, a deadlier constrictor than her had won. Quietly
she waited, 3 or 4 minutes of endless pressure would finish her. Another
turn drew her further inward. The magnificent woman was now entombed,
only her face was visible, the calm exterior of a few minutes ago was now etched
with pain with each reduction of her captive body. Her large muscles
could offer no more protection. Her rib cage came up and her breath grew
shorter. Slow impassive methodically tightening happened every 10 seconds
or so. The circumference of the snake grew smaller as its crush
continued. Sharon danced in and out of consciousness a final rippling of
the snake’s mass brought her to life as Claire heard cracking from with the
coils. Sharon moaned in pain, still she would not submit.
Claire slowly felt the feeling
returning to her body, groping with her hands she found a fallen tree branch
and reined blows down on the constrictors head. It took 5 or 6 blows to
succeed all that time Sharon continued to be cracked with the coils of her
death shroud. The Boa gave up its meal, releasing Sharon as it slithered
towards the undergrowth.
Picking up her partner she started
to carry her down the path towards the boat. Once Sharon was secured in
place so as to prevent further movement Claire started the engine and made for
home. As she sped along the calm waters she made emergency call on the
satellite phone to arrange for a medical team to be standing by.
It was 10 days before Claire was
allowed to see Sharon. Walking in and sitting down in the chair by the
side of the hospital bed she reached out her hand and took hold of
Sharon’s. “I’m sorry,” was all he could say.
“My stupid mistake almost got you
killed, that’s what!” Claire answered dumbfounded.
Calmly Sharon asked, “What did you learn from this.”
Calmly Sharon asked, “What did you learn from this.”
“Always stick to the assignment
and don’t deviate from it,” Claire answered.
“Then you didn’t really make a
mistake as long as you’ve learned from it,” Sharon said, a comforting smile
coming across her face. “Even if I had died as long as you put into
practice some of the things I’ve taught you I will still live on in some small
sense.”
Claire looked at her mentor,
instead of being encased in coils she was now encased in plaster casts.
“I have to ask?” she said.
Without missing a beat Sharon ticked off the
laundry list of damages to her body, “ Four broken ribs, a broken arm,
two broken legs, two broken shoulders and a fracture pelvis. The doctors
tell me a year including Rehab before I can leave.” Claire couldn’t believe
the damage that had been inflicted on her teacher and she guessed it showed on
her face because Sharon followed up her list by saying, “I’m a tuff old
girl, I will take more than that to do me in, still I’m glad you were there
Claire.” Sharon said with a laugh, “So I guess size does matter in some
cases.” Growing serious she looked Claire square in the eyes and started
into a prepared speech she had been planning for a few days.
“Claire you’ll never have my
muscle mass or body type, you would never have survived in those coils as long
I did! Your going to face many more snakes in the future, our opposite
numbers are very fond of them as they make a deadly killing device. You
will always need to have a trick or a tactic up your sleeve, so to speak to
defeat them, although I know you posses many skills and you are very strong you’re
not as strong as me and you see the result. Remember always make the
opponent beat you!” There I’ve said what I needed.
Claire couldn’t begin to express
the love and admiration she had for this incredible woman, instead all that
came out was.
“Will you return to active duty?”
“I think my days in the field may
be over, however I don’t know, in this business someone else always decides
your future.” “If you do I would love a work with and learn from again,”
Claire answered.
A smile-crossed Sharon’s face.
“You never know, that day may come again.”
The End
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