Chapter Ten:
The sun was just rising over the tops
of the Palm trees as Paige drove along the highway to her new hotel room. She knew D.O.O.M. would not let her escape so
easily with her prize, so she’d arranged upon her arrival in Panama to book two
separate hotels, one for her arrival and subsequent mission and the other for
her post mission hideout and rest station.
The young woman checked her rear view mirror many times to ensure she
wasn’t being followed, she even drove a circuitous route to further easy her
mind, until satisfied she made directly for her hotel, checked in and found her
room in short order. She concealed the
stone in a safe compartment of her second set of luggage, exhaled and felt a
wave of exhaustion over take her.
As tired as she was Paige still found
the energy to reverse the procedure she’d used to don the wet suit. The C.O.I.L. agent slowly lowered herself to
the floor and began the workout, her young hard body resistant and first to the
demands being placed upon it, but then, with a little coaxing willing giving
itself over to the pulling and stretching as Paige extricated her physique from
the second skin clinging to her. Leisurely
her naked magnificence’s emerged from its self imposed cocoon until at last
after half an hour her nimble body was free.
Exhausted and hungry, Paige ate several protein bars, slipped on her
baby doll and literally fell into her bed, she was asleep in seconds.
She awoke with a start to a small but
persistent tap on her door accompanied by the almost inaudible voice of a
woman. Groggily the spy glanced at her
bedside clock until her eyes adjusted to the light and focused on the
time. She swung her legs onto the floor
and with a great force of will vaulted to her feet summoning her body to alertness
as she made her way toward the door opened it and let the maid in, a small
woman Paige noticed, probably in her late fifties to early sixties.
With a small smile before she
turned and danced away her baby doll swishing with every move of her lively
hard body. She seated herself finished
her report and sent it while the maid stripped the bed depositing it in the
cart in the hall before returning with clean sheets.
The C.O.I.L. agent smiled
again and disappeared into the well-appointed bathroom for a shower. Pelting water and soap cleaned away the glow
of her morning workout, the young woman turning and arching her form within the
five jet shower washing away the residue and letting the pulsating water
massage her muscles.
The spy padded herself dry
before reaching for one of her scented baby oils oleander, her favourite. Languid rubbing further relaxed her as she
coated herself completely in the liniment until her body radiated from the
mixture. She touch dried her hair a
little more, tossed the towel in the hamper and left the room, pausing for a
second to listen if the maid was still in the suite, before proceeding down the
small hallway back into the large main room.
She ended up landing flat on her back on the bed her head tilted back
over the edge as she looked upside down at the person who tossed her!
“I see they teach the maids more than
just cleaning skills at this resort!” Paige said sardonically as she rolled
over onto her stomach.
“I just made that bed! At least you could have had the courtesy to
miss it, but I suppose a woman of your magnitude doesn’t go that far with a
normal shoulder toss!” the woman answered.
Paige frowned slightly at the mention
of her size again, but held her tongue.
“I can however see that the limited
information D.O.O.M. has on you is accurate.
Young, beautiful, fit and strong and a nuisance albeit a short term
nuisance, hence my appearance Miss Worthington or may I call you Paige?”
“Since you seem to know me so well,
Paige would seem to be more appropriate.
I must confess I cannot return the request at the present,” the spy
answered in a polite voice.
“My name is Kevita Ready, I too am a
single woman, since we will be becoming closely aligned in the next little
while, intimacy on all levels should be open,” she smiled her word play not
lost on Paige.
“Excuse the impertinence but…” Paige
began before Kevita’s smile cut her off.
“I’m sixty one Paige and it’s not
impertinence, if I were in your place I’d be just as curious, let me try and slake
some of that for you,” Kevita said unbuttoning her maid’s outfit and dropping
it to the floor.
Paige tried not to stare, but it was
impossible, the woman had the body of someone half her age, taut flawless light
brown skin covered a toned and erect body, Paige scanned and scanned amazed at
the picture before her.
“It’s all natural, good genes help I
suppose, diet and of course exercise are really the key I think, exercise being
the most important. All my adult life
I’ve run a small yoga studio, tucked away on a non-descript street in Dhaka,
well that’s my public life, my private life is much different.”
“A D.O.O.M. assassin,” Paige smiled.
“Yes, but I prefer the term executrix
if you please. I’m sent to close the
files on D.O.O.M’s more persistent adversaries,” Kevita answered with a nod and
a small smile of acknowledgement to Paige’s standing.
“I’m flattered D.O.O.M. holds a rookie
agent in such high regard! I can’t
imagine what they’ll be saying about me in 20 years time,” she snapped back.
“That if you’d lived you would have
been something special! However, most
likely you’ll be forgotten or only remembered by a few of your comrades who
manage to make it to old age, unless of course I run into them as well!” Kevita
offered.
“You’re very confident,” Paige smiled
still lounging on the bed enjoying the banter.
“My dear, the fact that I’m sixty-one
and still doing this should say all that needs to be said. My body, my only weapon, has been honed and
sculpted over decades of training and study!
Any yoga you may know, I suspect Full Figured Yoga, along with your
martial arts skills while an asset, cannot hope to match my training! I’ve defeated full figured beauties such as
you throughout my career; no Paige, your power and physique are merely
illusions to me as they soon will be to you!” Kevita purred.
“I can see there is only one way to
prove which of us is right?” Paige stated righting her body and sitting on the
edge of the bed.
“I agree Paige; of course I must warn
you that due to your body type your death will be slow and painful! Totally unavoidable I’m afraid due to your
type’s sheer size and strength and I promise you as slow and as agonising a
death as my experience will allow!” Kevita laughed.
Paige stood up, a full four inches
taller, much heavier and younger than her well shaped and formed opponent and
moved carefully toward her fully cognisant of the ringing truth about her age,
skill and chosen alternate profession.
The executrix moved slowly studying the young woman, watching the flow
of her body, its feints and steps, committing her dangerous curves to memory
for later extraction.
“A very tasty morsel!” Kevita
thought. “What a delight it will be to
feel her die in my grip!”
The executrix’s words were as good as
her moves, she blocked and parried Paige’s arm thrusts and kicks as Paige did
hers, but she was fast and fit and seemingly ageless. Kevita attacked as well, mostly with her
legs, snapping kicks high and low with ease, her grace and lithe power matching
Paige’s. The older woman danced in and
delivered a high swinging front crescent kick; Paige ducked but raised her
hands catching the leg at its apex! The
young agent wasted no time; she cart wheeled sideways scissoring the leg
between hers before coming out of the tumble on her feet again if only for a
second before she was felled!
“I warned you that you where no match
for me Paige!” Kevita mocked as she secured her leg lock with a twist and a
thrusting roll over depositing the full figured spy on her stomach! The executrix then launched herself back and
over her adversary’s body in an impressive display of speed and flexibility
stretching her agile ageless body back to back with Paige before pulling
forward to slither her pussy over the spy’s head, a quick turn reversing their
positions! A push up with her shoulders and the C.O.I.L. agent’s head fell
neatly into place, Kevita’s soft but unforgiving thighs softly sealing her in
place!
“Escape me Paige if you can or is my
Hanging Basket too much for you!”
Kevita arched her lissom form bending
the supple woman up despite her attempts to counter with her muscles. In minutes the executrix had cupped her hands
about their mutually entangled limbs and locked the hold in place. Paige bucked her encased body furiously her
hungry muscles driving against the steel silk of the older woman! Her tongue slithered free and down, she was
inches from the woman’s sex, a few alluring strokes she knew would free her,
but she couldn’t persuade Kevita to fall into her trap, the older woman
refusing her siren song with a dismissive laugh.
The curvy spy worked her escape from
another angle, her legs! She pressured
and pushed using all her power and then some to get the leverage she needed or
rather her toes needed! Her stretching
of the lock allowed her foot to slip up one of Kevita’s lethal appendages just
enough to secure a toe about hers. Many
minutes and the application of frantic force allowed her other toes to tumble
into place, she squeezed and twisted, her leverage forcing a further undoing of
the woman’s coil until mercifully it fell apart and Paige rolled away springing
to her feet only to catching a flying kick as Kevita launched herself in the
air and connected to Paige’s chest! The
force of the blow hit her like a brick, casting her backward her arms flailing
to keep her balance!
The nude executrix moved in smashing
blows to her opposite number’s stomach and chest! Dropping to her knees as she spun Kevita
rammed the point of her elbow into Paige’s mound then snapped a kick up over
her body directly into the on rushing face of the pained spy! The older woman snapped her body into a
handstand, turned on her palms, lowered one foot to between Paige’s while
securing the other around the back of her neck, before she jackhammer kicks
into the C.O.I.L. woman’s pussy! One
final blow and her leg closed tightly sandwiched between Paige’s and about her
moist mound. She pulled forward and
collapsed the two into a tumble its conclusion spelling Paige’s death!
When she came to her feet Paige had Kevita’s
lissom physique neatly knotted, it was her turn to deliver some pain, but the
ageless executrix had other ideas! Her
gracefully sexy strokes keep Paige off balance, her body a Medusa of swirling
snakes that the young agent found hard to counter!
“You are better than I was informed
Paige, but I think not good enough, my body has many secrets and seductions you
will find hard to ignore!” Kevita said her voice ripe with sexual fever.
Every grip, she escaped, every move she
countered, every touch she returned tenfold until Paige felt herself going over
as Kevita worked herself free countered and flipped her hard to the ground, the
young spy tucking in, to land as close to the old woman as possible! Kevita stepped sideways with the force of the
toss just as Paige knew she would, instantly the C.O.I.L. agent ran her shapely
muscular legs up and between Kevita’s pussy pressing on and around her body
wrapping smoothly about the naked woman’s torso, her feet ensnaring the woman’s
arms into ineffectiveness above her head as Paige’s feet secured behind Kevita’s
neck, her toes slipping into each other!
The full figured spy’s head deftly avoid Kevita’s closing legs, her arms
locking about the woman’s legs and holding them still in place!
“Now to deliver the coup de grace in
the form of a crushing squeeze!” Paige thought with satisfaction. “Rather than topple her over with a flip of
my hips I’ll let her endure me in her standing position for as a long as she’s
able to withstand my entwinement!” the young woman beamed internally.
Kevita torsioned her enveloped form in
an attempt to break the mould about her much to Paige’s delight in several
ways. Their pussies were pressed
together creating a delightful friction as Kevita shifted back and forth and
her every move allowed the agent to slip her coiling appendages that much
tighter around the woman her sexy legs cinching with every shift of the older
woman! Kevita tried to bend backward
then forward in an effort to pry her clinging opponent free, Paige simply
contracted her dancing rock hard ass to stymie the attempts with brute power,
holding the executrix rigid as a constant small drip of liquid began to bead
off of her and on Paige!
“You’re perspiring Kevita, I thought a
woman of your level could tolerate more than this small amount of pressure, I’m
barely using any pressure at all, perhaps it’s time I changed that!” Paige
graciously offered.
“Your boas are the most lethal I’ve
encounter Paige and your skill in deploying them excellent!” Kevita gasped as
Paige began her crush and Kevita writhed in the leggy entanglement for many
minutes until the contest was over!
“What seems to be the trouble
Paige? Your pythons are coiled about me
in a most lethal embrace yet you cannot get your deadliest assets to crush me
in their sinuous grip can you?” Kevita smirked.
Paige changed her position slightly
arching up and straining her legs, she hand the executrix embedded into her
legs tightly but she couldn’t finish the woman; her legs would not answer her
call!
“Legs can be a woman’s deadliest asset,
but they can also be her Achilles heel if you pardon the pun, especially so for
full figured agents as you put so much stock in them to do your bidding. I warned you I have had years of experience
with your type of agent to perfect techniques specifically designed to counter
your usually lethal limbs and yours Paige, as I said are magnificent!” Kevita
said unhooking her hands from Paige’s legs.
“The technique is called Daramsa one
off my many specialties for larger woman!
You fell right into my snare with that neatly executed flip of yours, of
course I played along by stepping over and giving you the opportunity to take
me and you didn’t disappoint Paige! As
I’ve said before, my body, every part of my body has been trained as a weapon,
including my pussy! Some woman do this
technique with the lips on their face, an effective enough method and one I
know, but with years of practice and control I’ve managed to perfect the method
using my other lips as well. The
technique requires pinpoint muscle control to execute and the victim is
blissfully unaware until too late! My
labia slowly but deeply massage the numerous nerve endings on yours, those
signals travel embedded in the pleasurable stimuli back to your brain along the
neuro pathways. However along the way
they branch out along other pathways and begin shutting down muscles! If desired I can kill with the Daramsa and
have, you Paige will not get off so easy, with your muscles neutralised you are
merely a large woman to be killed by a much smaller older experienced and dare
I say, deadlier female!” Kevita cooed as she slipped her legs around the young
spy’s shoulders and pushed inward trapping her head.
“No need to be harsh, no yet anyway!” Kevita
mocked regarding her soft hold about Paige’s neck as she pulled her back.
The young spy was pinned to the
executrix as the Daramsa continued, Kevita’s hips moving and writhing about
Paige’s as the C.O.I.L. agent tried to pull free, but her muscles wouldn’t obey
and she felt herself slipping deeper into the ageless woman’s massage!
“Time for a change of scenery I think
Paige,” Kevita said as she pushed up forcing the young spy onto her upper back,
the executrix placed sideways between her legs, one leg used for balance the
other, toes splayed pressed into Paige’s windpipe.
“Breathe normally Paige, but don’t try
any extra movements! My toes have a firm
grip about your windpipe and they are ably seconded by my toenails; filed to
razor sharpness they can slice open your neck with the slightest flick! Better to lay still and hope for a miracle;
at least that way they can have an open casket at your funeral!” Kevita soothed
in serene tones.
The full figured spy still had her grip
about the executrix and it was still cinched in, Kevita had not managed to
dislodge her yet, but the massage had rendered further constriction impossible.
“Lethal, a pity your pythons cannot
slither about me more, their grip and feel was delicious!” the older woman
charmed as if reading Paige’s mind.
“I still have you Kevita!” Paige
offered with a smile.
“True Paige, but your grip is merely
comfortable, not life threatening, the Daramsa will loosen you slowly and as it
does I will change our position. Each
new arrangement allows my technique to proceed damaging your body and drawing
you deeper into me! The twentieth position would kill you, but I think by
fifteen I’ll stop and kill you in a much more insidiously painful way! How does that sound to you my dear?”
“Tell me when you get there, if you
do?” Paige defied her.
“Of course Paige it will be my pleasure
to document every step of your death for you,” Kevita witchly said as she
worked her paralysing lips about the C.O.I.L. agents.
Every part of Kevita was smooth and
sexy, from her long black hair, done into a single ponytail that hung half way
down her back, to her smooth round shoulders, firm back, and spare toned arms
to her ageless beautiful face. Kevita’s
small perky tits further defied her age and gravity, jutting out straight from
her chest invitingly. Her hips were
small and trim as was her waist and her legs skilfully and elegantly
muscled! Her body was as she said a
total weapon!
“Were you a body builder as a young
woman?” Paige thought, but it somehow escaped into the air.
“Such questions at a time like this
Paige!” Kevita smiled but continued.
“Yes and still am, only a more
specialised form, one that suits me and my abilities. I work on long muscle training, stretching
out the muscles and building up every part of them while increasing my
flexibility through my yoga. When I was
much younger I was much more defined, but much less supple, I killed with power
more than finesse, I was foolish and young, but it worked until I nearly met my
match! Would you like to hear about that
Paige, of course you would,” the executrix asked with mock consideration and a
small laugh.
“He was a high level cultural diplomat
from Japan, middle aged, very handsome and a threat to D.O.O.M. interests in
that country because of his influence high up in the Party and his opposition
to certain projects we were behind. I
was sent to dispose of him under the cover of a diplomat from Bangladesh, a
simple assignment. Upon arrival in Kyoto
I arranged a meeting, taking great care to conceal my body in a very sexy sari
that had the desired effect at drawing the male fly into my web. As you can probably guess he made advances
and I coyly played along finally making the bold move of inviting him to my
apartment. After the usual verbal
foreplay he coaxed me into the bedroom, I undressed hurriedly and slipped
beneath the sheets, turning out the light as I did to conceal the instrument of
his death from him!”
“I relaxed as much as possible giving
him the illusion of a soft and supple body and let him have his way with me, in
a series of most pleasurable positions until I determined he was spent and weak
from our encounters. I positioned my
body while keeping him occupied with a skilful deployment of my hands about his
engorged and throbbing stem! Enthralled
I struck quickly, a twist and a roll and he was positioned perfectly in the
middle of the bed entangled loosely in the hold I’d chosen, The Sticking
Leaf. A few soothing strokes to his stem
and he spilled, I worked him furiously, his convulsions sealing his fate as
each one drew him deeper into my hold until we were welded together!”
“And speaking of being welded together
I think the time has come that I no longer need to hold you so tightly which is
just as well since I have need of my arms and hands for other purposes!” Kevita
hissed into Paige’s ear in a sexy yet deadly way that Paige found arousing
beyond compare.
“There; one of your legs has
surrendered to me!” Kevita said, unwrapping the appendage from her body. The executrix rolled back down to the floor,
shifting her feet and cupping them behind Paige’s head pulling back with her
feet to keep the two in contact.
“If you could only move Paige, but you
can’t; my technique will loosen your final coil about me and then we can truly
begin your execution! In the meantime
I’ll just ensure this leg stays limp,” the older woman said as she twisted her
torso sideways and stretched her arms out cupping the young spy’s foot in her
hand.
“Yoga is a wonderful means of intimate
death, but it has its limits, so I’ve learned to incorporate other methods such
as this one,” Kevita soothed. “The Claws
of the Tigress is Malaysian in origin, but I’ve adapted it to work with the
Daramsa. I’ve shaped each of my hands’
nails’ in a specific way, each has a purpose, probing, opening, blocking,
numbing, stinging and so on, the end result is your leg rendered useless to you
as my claws disable your nerve endings!
As we proceed I will do the rest of your body except for certain points,
these I will leave as they are magnification centres for pleasure and pain,
today it will be both, my pleasure and your agonisingly painful death. I can feel your remaining python slipping
from me Paige, my massage is proving to be too much for you!” Kevita smiled as
her nails went to work on the agent’s leg.
Intricate pressings and feathery
strokes, in single and combined salvos from Kevita’s nails along Paige’s toes
to her thighs began to deaden what little feeling the agent had left.
“Oh here I am all work and I’ve left
you hanging in my story; how rude of me Paige.
To continue, he became aware of his situation only after he’d wrung or
should I say I’d wrung all the pleasure out of him, but by then my body had
him! I closed the Sticking Leaf about
him stilling his body with mine, everything had gone to plan, I even teased him
a little telling him that wrapped in a naked woman’s body was not so bad a way
to die! For three hours he resisted my
pulls and I knew I was in for a fight, how much at that point I didn’t
know. He had a magnificently chiselled
physique which gave him the power to defy me, but he also had other more subtle
skills that I soon became aware of.
Slowly over time he was employing a Shiatsu Massage to my body, his
skill not registering on my radar until he slipped free leaving me in a
weakened state!”
Paige was moved to a new position, her
executrix beginning the work of removing her other leg as she struggled to keep
its grip in place.
“He sprang to his feet and I unsteadily
found mine, both of us at the foot of the bed, he full of confidence and
smiling as he attacked! I defended
myself ably he was too good and more importantly patient and slowly I began to
succumb to his tactics! His blows hit my
muscles with surgical skill, damaging the neural transfer points, soon my arms
were rendered impotent! My legs came
next, one at a time! He struck high and
low, seizing my legs during missed kicks and punching pinprick pressure up and
down them until it was all I could do to stand, never mind kick! He was cool and relaxed, I was drenched in
sweat and worried as he stepped in close and quickly thrust the fingers of both
hands into my neck for a fraction of a second, my body went numb and I fell
stiff onto the bed unable to move a muscle!
“There this leg is finished!” Kevita
smiled undoing Paige’s limb. “Now to make them a matched set!”
Paige was twisted over as the woman
began her nail attack the young C.O.I.L. agent feeling the Daramsa working up
her body.
“I was at his mercy and he chose to
give me none as I would have him. He
quickly tied me into The Scorpion’s Tail a simple but effective means of
death. My legs and arms were crossed
over each other at the wrist and ankles respectively. He rested the back of his neck against my
crossed ankles then pushed back and up until his hands seized my arms and I was
pulled back and bent across and down his body, it was accomplished in seconds! I was helpless, my body instantly racked with
pain as I strained to resist, I was no longer paralyzed, but I was now just as
immobile!”
Kevita let the second leg fall
emphasising her point before she rolled and pushed and arched her young victim
working her now stung legs into a complex knot!
She brought them to rest in a sitting position facing each other a
wicked smile on her face.
“The Daramsa will now work faster, my
sexual bite deepening your predicament by the minute until you fall into my
arms!”
“To continue the tale, I fought him for
several hours, my pinned sculpted body using every ounce of strength it
had. I tried to escape by twisting and
coiling but his supple form moved with me always dancing me perfectly toward
death. My strength and something he
hadn’t counted on from a muscle woman, my flexibility, keeping me alive, but
just barely. Hours more passed and I
slithered deeper in the hold my body arched and screaming for reprieve from
this man but I refused to moan or cry out in pain. The sheets about us damp and luscious with the
mix of sweat and sex that acted as a vaporous aphrodisiac arousing both of us
and alighting our bodies to each other’s touch!”
Kevita ran her nails up Paige’s stomach
and chest and around her back, pushing in gently where needed all the while
watching the agent gasp and fight her trap.
“You’re very strong Paige my skills are
being well tested but your body has felt far too much of me to escape, resist
me all you can while you can!”
The executrix swayed her hips and
worked her nails slowly about the full figured spy until she smiled, placed a
nail under Paige’s chin and tenderly pulled forward. The muscled spy fell forward and into the
last stage of the Daramsa, Kevita opening her limbs just like flower petals as
Paige slipped into her body! She slowly
closed her legs, applied a little pressure and rolled the two onto their sides!
“Just a little pressure my dear,
nothing serious, not yet, my technique still needs to work a while longer,
besides you need to hear the end of my tale.”
“I could smell his sex close by, mere
inches, but could I resist long enough, that was the question. With great effort I pulled my head up and
shook it sideways, several more tries and I succeeded in my task. My ponytail was coiled around his massive
shaft several times; I pulled up to make it taut, my sticky matted hair
ensuring a secure grip! His cock was now
entangled in my embrace, a soft caressing coil of fibres designed to stroke me
free of his bodily death trap! I worked
my head about, a slow turn and pull here and there, he tried to pull free but
my grip about him was total and dominating!
After many minutes he began to still, I worked feverishly, my body
dripping moisture and burnishing with heat, he arched once, then again, then I
felt him tremble shudder and finally moan in joy! He spilled, his body machine gunning in
convulsive twitches, I strained and finally pulled free, weak, nearly broken,
but alive and desperate to escape before he took me again! I rolled off the bed, got to my feet, felt my
legs give out, tried again, felt the room spin over itself and the room fill
with a scream of pain, his!”
“Speaking of pain, that reminds me
Paige, how are you?”
The young spy was in torment, her body
was numb from the Daramsa and the knot was flooding her with fiery jolts of
agony. Kevita moved their bodies
slightly, but effectively, her experienced and highly effective form wrapping
itself deeper about her larger opponent!
“Size is important, but not always the
determining factor in victory as you can see and feel my dear. My little body has been immensely successful
against your form. My petite physique
has you at its mercy!” Kevita hissed as she tightened about the young spy
contracting her exquisite form in a knot of punishing sinew.
The older woman’s body danced about her prey, her hips lethally
injecting her venom until Paige stilled!
The executrix positioned her for the kill and clamped her coiled body
about the full figured spy sinking her hold deeper into the now moaning
woman!
“I had caught him off guard and applied
The Mating Widow, with the back of my knee secured around his neck and his legs
entangled at the knees in my other leg I pulled him in, with his magnificent
rod entrapped inside me I quickly rolled onto my aching back to give it support
and me leverage! My charms climaxed him several times, each one draining his
reserves of strength that much more! I
could have killed him after the second but true to the tradition of the hold I
worked him toward a third orgasm, he knowing that if I was successful he would
die fought me with all he had! He put up
a valiant battle, much as you have Paige, but my hips and pussy sweetly sung
him to pleasure! I let his orgasm reach
its zenith before I tensed and snapped his back, my jerking body wringing him
with delicious aftershocks! I held him
more several minutes to ensure I’d been successful then released him, found my
feet dressed and still hurt and sore tottered from the room!”
Paige starred straight ahead, it was
all she could do, the Daramsa had paralysed her from the next down, her
powerfully youthful form a total prisoner of a woman almost three times her
age! Kevita deepened her pain, her age
defying naked form delivering the death she had promised, her light nimble
build mastering and dominating her opponent.
“You’re nearly there Paige, but my tale
isn’t quite finished, fight me a short while longer,” the older woman taunted
before picking up her story.
“I retreated to my school, taught, did
a few other assignments, but mostly I sought out teachers of, well let’s just
say, exotic arts, learned from them and the ancient texts they had and others I
could locate. Slowly I developed my
techniques, this being just one of many.
I replaced my muscular physique with a more supple and silky form, one
that matched my new style, I gave up no strength; I just hid it better and
added weapons and skills no man or woman whatever their size or strength could
combat or escape. That brings me to the
end of my story Paige and unfortunately the end of you as well. Thank you for a most enjoyable encounter.”
Kevita applied a little more pressure
and drew the motionless figure of Paige tight against her gently nuzzling her
cheek against the nape of the C.O.I.L. agent’s neck. The spy fought weakly, her body aching from
the hold, her neck muscles fell as the Daramsa stung them with its poisonous
touch and Kevita tightened the stilled agent’s body further. The executrix could feel Paige slipping away,
very slowly, minute by minute, each slip entrenched the naked knotting woman further
about her magnificent form.
“You are very strong Paige, you battled
both me and the pain very well, both are unrelenting and lethal, but when
D.O.O.M. orders an assassination, they rarely miss, luckily I’m not from D.O.O.M.!”
Kevita said releasing the Daramsa and unwinding her succulent form from the
C.O.I.L. agent whom she gently laid on the floor.
Kevita stretched her naked form as she
stood over the prostrate young agent Paige’s eyes following the lethal curves
of her wondrous body that had until seconds ago between entwined about her, it
was all the movement she had. Kevita
twisted herself a little more then bent over Paige and began a slow massage of
her starting at the neck, after a few minutes the young woman felt her neck
muscles coming to life and she went to speak.
“Shhh let me work and then all will be
explained!” Kevita admonished softly as she pulled Paige up at the waist and
secured herself around her deepening the life giving massage. It took the older woman many hours and all
she had to revive her former opponent, by the end her body was burnished in the
glow of her own labours; she released Paige with a tender kiss to her cheek and
fell away into a hot steamy heap. Paige
cuddled up beside her; resting on her raised elbow she blew soft cooling air
across the back of Kevita’s glowing neck.
Paige was strangely more curious than
mad, more tender than angry, she spoke softly.
“Can you explain now?’
“Yes, I work for an organisation called
W.E.B. or Women’s Espionage Bureau and we want to recruit you!” Kevita offered
weakly. “I was sent to see if you were
all we thought you were.”
“Never heard of it; besides, as you
undoubtedly know I belong to C.O.I.L. to whom I am loyal!” Paige retorted softly
but firmly.
“Yes, Sharon has done an excellent job
training you and is to be commended, you lasted much longer than I expected. But as for loyalty, that is a question open
to debate, given your current unauthorized mission.”
“How did you find out about that, our
circle is very tight knit?” Paige demanded, upset at the breach of security.
“Things are not always as air tight as
you suspect or would like to believe.
Loyalties and alliances do not always remain the same.
“This is becoming too much of a riddle
for me in my current state and I suspect yours, can we please speak more openly
and plainly,” Paige forthrightly stated.
“I agree,” Kevita said her body still
slick with her efforts. “The
organisation you belong to and are so fiercely loyal to has no qualms about
lying to you about an assignment, holding back intelligence or sending agents
to their death; not always but it does happen.” Kevita very carefully said.
“That’s an outright lie!” the young spy
snapped back angrily.
“Really then perhaps you can explain
Claire’s mishap and the near death of Gina Perini who coincidentally was saved
by a chance encounter with the aforementioned?” Kevita posed.
“I was part of the trap that flushed
that traitor Sir Richard du Roy from C.O.I.L., since then things have taken a
turn for the better, we’re all on the same side again.” Paige coolly responded.
“Really, is that why Claire was allowed
to walk into a trap and is in the current state she is? You can’t believe that C.O.I.L.’s
intelligence didn’t know that Inez Sunga was a double agent? And while you’re pondering that point here’s
another one. Why was Whitney Thomas sent
on a mission without being told that the other woman in the picture with Miss
Shetty was in fact Seema, a lethal D.O.O.M. assassin whose skills are nearly
equal to mine. I know she was told the
picture was inconclusive, but a definite leap of logic could have been made to
avoid her death, or is it possible that was the plan all along. She was close to Claire you know, as I may
point out so are you, in fact you both were recruited by her! You are in a game much bigger than you think;
this isn’t good versus evil, its shades of grey rather the black and
white! You and your colleagues are
merely pawns to be used, converted to other pieces if that’s what’s desired or
as is usual sacrificed for the greater good of the others! There’s always another Claire Baxter or Paige
Worthington to be found and if there isn’t well then a Mrs. Hawthorne or a Kiko
Matsumora will fill the void until one comes along,” the older woman finished.
Paige ran the data she’d been given
through her mind, her Computer Science degree helping as she mentally
flowcharted the data into statements and decision trees; her conclusion were
not reassuring in one sense, but in other they confirmed this extraordinary
woman was in part or in whole telling the truth. Paige let her mind work on the problem more
while she switched the conversation.
“Would you have killed me if I hadn’t
been as good as you thought?” Paige asked in a curiously annoyed voice.
“No, I would have let you escape
somehow, as I said you’re an excellent agent and we’re not that kind of
organisation with potential recruits, we want willing volunteers.”
“Then why did I have to endure all that
pain, you just could have asked me!” Paige demanded this time anger definitely
in her voice.
“I apologise for that, but the reports
we received about you and your skills at such a young age seemed a little too
good to be true, so I needed to see and feel you for myself! My analysis is that the reports if anything
underestimated your skills, but again I am sorry for having to subject you to
that ordeal,” Kevita said apologetically.
“W.E.B. exists to keep talented people
like you out of the crosshairs of the very ones who should be protecting you
and maximising your deadly attributes for real missions instead of making you
cannon fodder. We gather intelligence
and act to eliminate the games being perpetrated against you and others. Mrs. Hawthorne spent several months with me
learning many techniques, she was the perfect recruit, already an independent,
she saw the bigger picture and indeed even knew some of it.” Kevita
volunteered.
“You represent a fifth column then,
you’re just a bunch of double agents, quislings, in fact all you really are is
a pawn’s pawn!” Paige challenged.
“Claire felt the same before she was
recruited!” Kevita said casually.
Paige had no answer for this and the
silence permeated the room in a crashing volume.
“She was about to leave C.O.I.L. and
join us! She wasn’t going to tell them,
but somehow they found out and what’s more she wasn’t coming alone!” Kevita
said in a weary voice.
“Whitney!” Paige gasped into the air.
Kevita didn’t respond, her non-answer
was confirmation enough for Paige, if C.O.I.L. couldn’t have her then no one
could. You were on a treadmill that you
could never get off! Paige’s mind
instantly flashed to Sharon Sharpe, why had she come back, she’d done her part,
more than done her part if you read her dossier, her exploits and missions were
legendary, she’d earned her retirement, yet back she came as Head of Women’s
Operations. She said it was in her blood
and she was doing it for the greater good, everything she had she owed to
C.O.I.L. and she wasn’t about to let it fail!
Had that all be a giant lie or was Sharon being manipulated as well and
just too frightened to say anything.
“All I have I owe to C.O.I.L.,” Paige
had thought to herself many times before, yet at this moment those words failed
to invoke the usual comfort she had come to expect.
The spy looked at the glowing spent
form of Kevita; she was vulnerable, her body weak and exhausted, easy prey for
a quick kill. Paige caressed the back of
one of Kevita’s legs with the top of her foot, her dainty touch eliciting a
pleasant moan from the ageless woman.
Slow winding strokes dotted with microscopic pressure point touches
filled the woman’s calves and feet until the agent glided her toes into place
about Kevita’s digits, her hands had preformed the same procedure and locked
about the hands of the nude woman. Paige
swiftly rolled onto her back racking the smaller woman overtop of her as she
stretched out to her full height pulling Kevita taut!
Kevita moved her elongated form slowly
twisting from side to side, her naked hot form enchanting to watch. Her beautiful legs displaying her experienced
muscles as she moved, each part of a turn more a delight than the previous as
her flesh rippled in mesmerising beauty.
Her small ass waving as it rose and fell creating desirous waves in
Paige’s mind. Thin hips and small lovely
breast wiggled with tension as Paige stretched out a little further! The executrix rolled and roiled her body in
the taut trap until Paige caught her ponytail between her teeth and pulled
slowly, her mouth working up the hair as she pulled the woman’s head back and
down to meet her own face to face.
“Is this tight enough for you?” Paige
smiled.
“Perfect, the stretch was just what I
needed, I’m still weak but much better; you’re a workout Paige!” Kevita smiled
her face glistening.
“I’m not sure about the path I’m about
to go down, but as you know me so well you know I can’t resist the danger of it
all and the chance to learn from a lethal woman such as yourself!” Paige
demurred.
“The chance to train a young woman as
full of potential as you and to pass on my decades of experience, the honour is
mine. However before you give your final
consent I must tell you that F.E.M. wants you to stay with C.O.I.L. and also work
with us!” Kevita said softly.
“So I am to be a double agent!” Paige
retorted. “You lied!”
“In practice yes in reality no. We do not expect you to give us intelligence
that C.O.I.L. has obtained; we have many other sources for that. What we want is for you to be an agent for W.E.B.
while staying an agent of C.O.I.L. When
we need you for an assignment you will be contacted.”
“Are all of your members ex C.O.I.L.
agents who have mysteriously disappeared while on missions and their bodies
never recovered,” Paige asked.
“A select few but most like me come
from an independent background; that story I told you was true, except for the
part about me working for D.O.O.M. that I added just for dramatic effect. My target was however a corrupt intelligence
official, so high up in fact that his death was hushed up by his equally
crooked superiors. As you can most
likely discern from our name we have the best interests of female agents on our
side of the fence in mind, even if others don’t,” Kevita said with a smile as
she continued to work her body playfully in Paige’s grip.
Paige said nothing for a long time as
she processed this new data, not sure whether it made her a traitor or not; she
was unsure, turning the problem over in her mind for a long time until she
decided.
“I love the action, the job is so
dangerous and erotic, I never thought I’d like living on the edge, but I do and
the chance to multiply it and learn from this woman at the same time is too
good an offer to walk away from no matter what the consequences may be,” she
thought.
Kevita couldn’t decide which way Paige
was going to go; true to the information W.E.B. had on her, she was hard to
read, an excellent trait for a spy and rare in one as young as she was.
“She’s perfect, beauty, intelligence,
physique all in one package, she just needs a little nudge,” Kevita falsely
thought.
Her mind made up but her thoughts and
expression unreadable Paige was jolted back to reality by a tiny airy kiss to
the tip of her nose followed by a gentle nuzzling of Kevita’s forehead to
hers! The executrix followed up with
soft kisses to each of her potential recruit’s eyes, then tracing kisses down
each cheek, her tongue darting in and out about the spy’s neck until a
perfectly placed nip found one of Paige’s erogenous zones! The young spy tensed pulling Kevita tighter
as the experienced woman nibbled the zone spasaming Paige with electric shards
of joy! A final thrusting arch from
Paige and Kevita released her grip, her sizzling tongue running up under the
spy’s chin and around the young woman’s lips, her tease insane and wonderful at
the same time.
“Nothing wrong with sweetening the
contract a little!” Kevita smiled before finding Paige’s willing lips and
scorching them with her heated passion.
“I told you I was a lethal woman when
we started,” the older woman said as she finally released Paige’s steaming lips.
“I was going to say yes anyway,” the
young spy smiled.
Kevita unlocked one of her legs from
Paige’s toes raised it languidly in the air for her young charge to see then
lowered it onto the C.O.I.L. agent’s muff beginning a regimen of velvety dispatches
up and down.
“Let me show you how pleasing lethal a
woman I can be my dear,” Kevita cooed.
“It always comes down to sex, just as I
had hoped it would!” Paige thought.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
The dust clung and cloaked them, it had after all been three days,
three long hot days of waiting, but they all had a feeling this would be the
final one they’d have to endure. Small little
dust storms kicked up here and there on the landscape as they had done for the
last several days, they of course were used to them by now and had even managed
to position themselves against the storms effects while still keeping a careful
watch. Their reserves of water had been
exhausted for over a day, but no matter, soon their thirst would be quenched,
their time of deliverance was close at hand, their instincts told them so. A few of his comrades stretched languidly,
not wishing to weaken themselves further in the noon day heat, but eager to
remove the swarms of sand flies that blanketed their motionless bodies. They looked at each other for a spilt second
before instinct took over and they flew into the cloudless sky!
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
What was left of Nancy Prud’homme hung limp and motionless on the
crossed poles! She’d lost track of time
and nearly her mind in the scorching heat, her tongue was swollen grotesquely
and hung from the corner of her mouth, her breathing erratic when at all. She could only see faint light and shadow now
and that was fading as well as was her life, a prospect that brought her the
only comfort she knew! The hunted woman
knew in several minutes the sun would rise, strike the polished metal placards
placed around her strung up body and begin once again the blistering, baking
assault on her! Her nights respite from
the drone of Sand Fly’s was over as well, her red and blistered skin was soon
covered in thick swaths of the swarming insects as they skittered about her
lapping up the puss from her burst sores and crawling into the cracks of her
skin for every tender morsel they could get, for soon their turn would end and
the bigger creatures would take over!
She’d dared not open her eyes, even if she could, for the flies
would crawl inside, perhaps to lay egg’s or lap the moisture from her eyeball,
so she kept them closed as was grateful to do so the thought of what she must
look like too horrifying to contemplate!
Nancy had no idea how long she had left, she didn’t even hope, even that
was lost to her, she just waited for her body and mind to slip away and then it
would be over. The flies grew thicker,
the banquet feast she was providing welcoming even to latecomers who jostled
for a piece of prime real estate. The
heat, the near blinding light of the reflective panels, the still air and the
buzz of her tormentors they only sensations allowed her until she felt a small
furtive gust of air scatter some her diners!
Even through her closed eyes Nancy could make out the alternating light
and dark above and around her, irregular in its pattern, but it seemed to be
coming closer as did the intensity and frequency of the wind gusts. The former D.O.O.M. spy knew her torment was
about to begin, but it also meant it was about to end.
“They can sense death when it’s close, soon they will land and begin
to pick my body” she thought.
No sooner had the thought barely been
formed in her mind than the flies scattered from a close rush of air followed
by a complete darkening of the intense light that bore in on her and a
maddening rush of pain as talons dug into her neck on both sides sending what
was left of her pain receptors over the brink of sanity as she coughed and
shook on her perch in a desperate attempt to scream, her swollen tongue and dry
throat preventing even that small release from occurring! Her final sensation was the tiny pricks at
her flesh as the carrion birds began to devourer her!
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