The Judas Stones - Chapter 15

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            Alex closed the door, heard the tumbler click, turned around and noticed her side of the door had no knob or latch from which to exit except for a depression in the stone, she assessed whether she’d just stepped into a nightmare or a dream given the beauty of the room. 

            “Everything in this business starts out a dream, but quickly turns into a nightmare, only they don’t tell you the second part of that equation in training and this just looks and has the feeling of becoming a nightmare and lucky you Alex, you have the staring role!” she mocked.

            “It all seems too simple,” she thought.

             The stone was located directly ahead of her in the middle of the rotunda room she was in, perhaps twenty to twenty five feet in diameter it tapered upward to about the same height into a single light that washed the entire room in bright illumination.  The walls of the room where a brilliant white marble, so polished that the light from above reflected almost to the point of an annoying reflective radiance.  Her prize was neatly fitted into a matching slot in the middle of a granite shaped pyramid about ten feet in height that occupied the centre of the room, it having for companions four statues of great height and size, each as Alex could discern, depicting one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Death, War, Famine and Pestilence each one carved in granite from their traditional colours, pale, red, black and white.  Their ominous presence and sheer size sending a chill down the agent’s spine that took more than a little effort to shake off.

            “Cheery roommates you posses, but how about a change of scenery?” the young C.O.I.L. agent said as she moved forward her eyes slightly squinting from the intense light.

            Alex raised her arm and closed her hand around the stone, she knew it was the exact same shape as the depression on the door and obviously acted as the key to open the room, somehow though that provided her little comfort.  She tightened her grip and pulled, the stone came free and into her hands with little effort, the smile had barely begun to register on her face when it disappeared for good! 

            The four statues vaulted toward her as if loosed from a spring, their scraping sound against the granite floor reverberating about the chamber and ending with a resonating clang as they closed around Alex sealing her inside their circle! 

            “At least I have the comfort of knowing I was right all along, this is a nightmare,” she mocked.

            “Well at any rate no need for you to participate in my dreams, how about a little change of scenery until I can get us out of here,” she said to the stone she now held poised at eye level between two fingers.

            Alex pulled down the zipper on her skin hugging Lycra bodysuit just enough to deposit the stone in her cleavage before she closed the suit up again and turned about inside her trap looking for a way out.  Every angle was well guard the imposing statues melded together as they would have been in the context from which they sprang.  One fit neatly into the form of the other allowing no gap large enough for her to slither through.  The C.O.I.L. agent looked upward toward her only means of freedom, the gap at the summit, a good twenty feet above her head.

            “Above and beyond,” she murmured before placing a foot in a carved crevice and pushed up. 

            The micro suction cups built into the hands and feet of her bodysuit giving her the added grip she needed on the smooth cool granite as she pulled her body up a little more inside the tunnel.  Alex stretched her arm full above her head closing the palm of her hand over the hoof of the black horse.  The agent’s hand snapped away from the hoof as her voice reverberated a painful cry about the chamber.  She focused on her palm, tiny pinprick spots of blood too many to count appeared through the perforated Lycra!  She studied her hand for several seconds until satisfied the wounds had sealed themselves before she quietly listened to her body for signals of change in heart rate or pulse, sure signs she’d been injected with something. 

            After several minutes her vital signs did indeed begin to race, but not from any drug she’d been subjected to, this warning was entirely visual and the consequences all to vivid. 

            “Shit!” the spy said in a panicked voice as she saw them advance out toward her from all sides, tiny steel needles, thousands, perhaps millions protruding out from each statue and all coming directly toward her in a slow march! 

            Alex forced the thought of being impaled on all sides from her mind as best she could, but she couldn’t quite shake the panic or the visual of the pointed spikes driving into her body pinning her in place like an insect in a science experiment.  She scanned about her eyes feeding her mind as she searched for an exit strategy her body could implement, knowing the longer her search the further the needles would advance far enough out cutting off any chance of escape!  The spy’s heart began to hammer louder and louder with each passing second and no resolution to her apparent fate when finally she saw the obvious, the needles did not protrude from the tops of the sculptures, only the inward facing fronts!

            Her relief however was short lived as it dawned on her that she could only find one place to secure her hand and pull herself up.  Alex reached her arm above her as far as she could, her finger tips just brushing the underside of the crevice she needed.  The spy pushed up on her toes, her body even more resplendently displayed inside her cat suit as it stretched the clinging Lycra in a display of her well toned figure, but still she couldn’t get a purchase! 

            “Fuck!” she said in a combined tone of frustration and desperation.

            The spy looked down for a fleeting moment, just long enough to observe the steel tines beneath her feet pass by each other as they met where moments ago her body had been.  Alex gulped hard looked up and leapt, choosing not to think of the fate that awaited her should her gambit fail. 

            She sailed up in the air her arm extended as far as she could, her fingers dancing in the light and air as they closed toward her goal, the exposed fetlock of the pale horse.  She caught and closed around it as the world seemed to slow down in those last few seconds for her, she was however holding on by sheer strength alone.  The angle had forced her to leap with the damaged palm of her cat suit, with the micro suction cups in tatters from her first exposure, it was just her determined grip and muscles the held her aloft, her body dangling this way and that as she swayed perilously close to the steel tines.  Alex stiffened her arm if that was possible to steady herself as she looked up and searched for her next bodily manoeuvre. 

            Carefully but expediently the spy turned and wrested then shifted her palm while her free arm came up her side and joined its partner to help support her.  Alex brought her legs together and pointed her toes, her entire body rippling inside her skin tight apparel as she chinned herself up a little, her eyes glancing out the side as she prepped for the next step, her torso a perfect and very sexy ‘V’. 

            “Ok Alex, one, two, three!” she grunted before thrusting out an arm above and out at a forty-five degree angle as she caught the bottom of a riders boot, her suction cups working to secure her.

             The spy swayed for just a second or so before calling on her muscles to end the motion and still her suspended form.  She hung directly in the focal point of her prison, the perfect vantage point with just the tilt of her head up or down to see that she was running out of both time and space to operate in. Above and below the needles were closing in on her with a fatal certainty, her body just mere inches in some and not much more in other places from being perforated.  She fought the panic at such a death from rising too far out of the pit of her stomach; she swallowed hard the salty taste of sweat caught at the corners of her mouth. 

            Alex took a deep lungful of air before fusing her legs to each other and pulling them up her body until they were tight against her chest, her knees pushing hard into her stomach to keep them there.  Quickly Alex pulled her calves up and into her body until her fully extended and shapely gams rested vertically adjacent to her torso.  She shifted her hands slightly, gulped in more air and pushed up with her hips, back, but mostly her arms as her legs slowly rose up her body.  She pushed hard, to the very limit of losing control of her motion and crashing into the spikes, her body quaking with the strain as her muscles screamed for oxygen, which she could only inadequately supply as her breathing was now reduced to pants and frantic gasps.  She brought her body into an inverted reversed ‘L’, her head forming the lower part of the letter. 

            “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed, her pain racked voice filling and refilling the chamber as it bounced about the granite walls as the spy, her back fully extended and testing the elasticity of the cat suit, her arms pulled her body out of the ‘L’ and up.

            Alex fought to keep her body straight and true, she knew one slip and she’s been impaled, her elbows strained to stay locked in place as her mind screamed at her body for air to replenish her muscles.  Her feet came apart for a fraction of a second before she managed to pull them back together and regain her balance, the added strain on her arms nearly collapsing her. 

            “Fuck the pain Alex its only temporary!” she screamed, as she pulled up.

              She made the final desperate surge up and wedged her feet into the sides of the open mouths of the red and the white horse, quills of steel about them on all sides!  Alex caught her breath then lost it once more; the needles were nearly upon her as her eyes focused on them as she hung upside down.  She froze, her mind tormented and thrown into a paralysis of fear at the image of that needle before her coming right into and through her eye! 

            “What the hell are you going to do now?  You’re looks can’t save you from this trap.  Listen to me Alex; looks only go so far, its brains and raw determination that will keep you alive.  You’ve got the entire package and you’ve got the ability to be the best!  Now are you going to use it or are you just really a Barbie Girl at heart?” Alex heard Charlotte Thorne her trainer say inside her head.

            “The hell I am!” Alex screamed a frustrated expletive, as she snapped to attention and crunched her stomach muscles pulling her torso up until her arms hugged around her legs. 

            “That’s my girl!” Alex’s head rang with Charlotte’s voice.

            In spite of her desire not to be taken only for her looks, Alex had used it in her training all too often until it cost her.  As she struggled in the trap Charlotte merely offered the above advice and motivation as she watched and smiled while her stubborn trainee worked things out for herself.  Alex never knew it, but if she had failed to heed Charlotte’s advice she would have been dropped as a recruit then and there, her progress as a trainee as Charlotte had told C.O.I.L. at the time was unacceptable.  Alex somehow at that moment managed to turn her rage into thought, dispelling her anger in an obscenity before thinking her way out of her peril. 

            Alex inched her hands down her legs, their muscles silhouetted to stunning perfection against the cat suit as she climbed until her hands with a final slapping lunge took hold around the pads of her feet.  She was now just several feet from the top and escape, but the needles had her on all angles; her wiggle room was almost nil, never enough to allow another supple bend of her sexy form up and out as before.

            She was becoming desperate, her body was aching, she was perspiring from her labours and her mind was becoming conflicted on how best to attack the problem, so much so she was at risk of being reduced to paralysis and staying put. 

            “Its always the thing you can’t do that you must Alex,” Charlotte rang in her mind again as she released her feet and pulled up with her arms, her body rising upward as she grimaced in pain and screamed in suffering torture from the demands placed on her arms.

            Her sheer force of will pulled her body up level with her arms and then slowly it rose above them as she pushed down until her arms wobble but locked in place at her elbows.  Alex bent her legs, now above the top of the Four Horsemen, at the knees and secured her calves about the plume of one of the horses her legs squeezing with all the fury she could muster.  She released her arms though nearly numb from her strain she’d placed them under; she somehow managed to throw them tight against her body.  One final time the chamber resounded with her pained cries of distress as the spy using her back, hips and legs pulled her body up and free, the needles hungrily lapping at her as she went.  Alex could feel the tines scraping against her suit, the added drag almost snagging her in their steely embrace, one last burst of energy and her head pulled free.

            Alex fell forward across the heads of two of the horses, her chest heaving, her body drained and nearly non responsive.  She couldn’t feel her arms and could barely move her legs.  She looked down as the tines passed by one another, her eyes impassively following thick strands of her blonde hair caught in the tines where just a few seconds ago her head had been. 

            “This is why you need more than looks and a body,” she repeated weakly the words Charlotte always used during her training.

            The C.O.I.L. agent gave her body little time to recover before she scaled down one of the statues to the floor. 

            “I look like I’ve been in a fight with Freddy Krueger,” she smiled as she inspected herself.

            Alex’s cat suit had long fantail rips up both legs, across her back and front, that one starting at her right breast and slaloming down her front, the openings revealing both breasts, her flat strong sexy stomach, before narrowing between her legs to show of her mound.  She smiled at the closeness of it all; there was really no other response to her mind.  The spy tested her body, first with a few snap punches into the air and second several front kicks up her body.  Satisfied her speed and power were near normal she moved toward the door. 

            “Any minute now that doors going to open so they can come in and gather their impaled prize,” Alex said as she placed her back flat against the wall to one side of the door and began to inch her way up the wall using what suction cups she had left on her cat suit.

            The spy’s well toned and sculpted muscles responded wonderfully to her call, her youthful resilience another of the assets she could call upon.  Quickly up the wall she went and then a few sideways steps positioned her perfectly over the door, her feet just clearing the top as she lay in wait, a spider still in her web until the prey entered too far to escape.  Parts of Alex’s body spread the fantails of her cat suit out exposing her smooth and tanned skin against the back drop of the black suit in a sexy contrast.  She had no idea when they’d show up or how many there’d be, but she guessed sooner than later and she aimed to give them all she had! 

            Alex held her body as still as possible as she regulated her breathing, channelling oxygen to her muscles for the fight ahead.  She didn’t receive more and two minutes respite before the door swung open, not in a cautious slow motion, but briskly open, as if the person on the other side knew what to expect and affected their swaggering confidence in all manner of motion.  The spy watched from above, like an eagle waiting for its prey to venture a little too far before it swooped down.  She loosened her feet from the suction grip and waited until he was just another step inside the room before releasing herself!

            He only felt the briefest second of a pleasing sensation as Alex’s thighs encased in the smooth Lycra slid quickly about his neck and squeezed the vice tight!  The spy wasted no time; her body snapped back in an arch, her arms extended as her hands found the floor.  Her motion whipped her foe back and into the air, his arms and legs flailing as he instinctively fought for his balance.  Alex accelerated her hips once her hands were firmly planted on the floor, turned her hips violently just a millisecond before she released him, snapping his neck.  His rag doll body sailed through the air colliding with those of his unsuspecting comrades, scattering them about like bowling pins. 

            Alex reeled out the door right after him, her form a burl of tumbling beautiful blackness as she moved across the hall in a series of tight spiralling back flips, the final one launching her up and around to face one of the men she hadn’t knocked down.  She landed on his shoulders, her muff buried in his face as her legs once again cinched about her victims head!  Once more the lady whirlwind fell back upon her self taking her male prisoner along with her.  Alex executed the handstand perfectly, the strength of her body easily holding her inverted captive suspended in her grip. 

            Across the way the members of her welcoming committee had recovered and were on their feet, just as Alex had suspected.  She pancaked her hands on the floor, rotating her dance partner as he struggled for a final time before the barrage of steel thudded into his back!  The C.O.I.L. agent counted six knife strikes amidst his life ebbing body quivers before his literally dead weight forced his release, yet still she wasn’t finished with him.

            The spy quickly clasped her hands about two of the knife hilts as he collapsed, jerking his body 180 degrees about.  She let the force of his dead body carry her over into a handstand, her toes each securing blade for themselves before she snapped her lithe form over itself completing the gymnastic tumble.  The steel projectiles whizzed out of her feet and cut the air as they flew across the space and into their intended targets, one going thru and thru the neck of one while the other between the eyes of another, both bodies shook for a fraction of a second before falling to the floor! 

            Yet she wasn’t done, a fraction of a second after those cutting edges found their mark the ones her hands had seized and pulled free of her dance partner thumped with a dull noise into two more of her assailants, one into the kneecap producing a long splintering crack of bone, the sound much akin to nails stopping and starting as they’re pulled across a blackboard.  The second sliced into the genitals of the other forcing him in screaming agony to his knees as Alex launched her next offensive, again the voice of her trainer, Charlotte, ringing in her ears.

            “When outnumbered Alex always, ALWAYS, be on the offensive, keep your opponents moving and confused.  Remember it’s much easier for you to adjust your plan than for them to adjust theirs once the action starts.”

             A nimble walkover cartwheel landed her legs between the neck of the man with the blade in his genitals, who by now was just whimpering silently.  In a fluid motion she retrieved the knife while her legs slammed together about his neck, her thigh muscles working his head secure just as she twisted about, snapping it.  She released her victim on the fly as she twirled toward her other lost knife.  A few neat tight pirouettes ended with thunderous upward extension of her right leg that connected under the chin of her target.  The force of the blow lifting his body into the air and over itself in a backwards somersault, Alex catching and pulling out the knife from his knee as he sailed over backward and fell dead at her feet. 

            “Ok who wants to play with me now?” the spy asked her voice full of cunning as she revolved the handles of the knives in her hands before coming set to a prone fighting position. 

            “Give us the stone and we may allow you to die a quick and painless dead,” came an equally cool response from one of the six men left standing.

            Alex smiled as her eyes travelled about the floor looking at the destruction she’d wrought before they quickly returned to her talking adversary.

            “Thanks, very generous of you, I’m more than willing to administer the death part quickly, but I prefer to make it as painful as possible so which one of you wants to go first?  As for the stone I rely on the words of MC Hammer,” she said to a look of blank faces. 

            “You can’t touch this!” she said in an exasperated tone, her eyes rolling, as she had to explain her punch line while she patted her chest for a fraction of a second before leaping into the fray once more.

            The spy dashed in, the glint of blue steel from the knives slicing the air with malice as the blades clashed and arced against those of her opponents.  Her feet and hands reigning blows from every angle with such speed and deadly precision it was almost impossible to track.    The knives danced about, steel ribbons of cutting death slicing through the air as they tracked after her, the spy always on the move however kept them from their reward.  Alex bent, twisted, turned and leapt out of harms way fractions ahead of their arrival, her defensive motion turned into an offensive juggernaut as the blades slid past and she retaliated.

            Her constant whirlwind of energy kept them from delivering a co-ordinated circular attack, instead she had managed to progress her combatants into pairs that opposed her on three sides.  Alex feigned and moved, keeping them guessing as to which of them she might come after, in spite of being one, she had turned into the aggressor that is until one decided to rush her knives raised above his head and swirling about. 

            He moved in rapidly cutting the distance between them his scream of attack wild and menacing.  Light danced off the polished steel of his blades as he pounced upon her and thrust the blades down at her from above his head!  The C.O.I.L. agent flashed her arms up and blocked his killing thrust as their knives clanged together and scraped along their edges.  He pushed down hard with his forearms trying to leverage his position and slip his blades free for a final plunge that would end the encounter.  Alex braced herself to repel his force and in a blink of an eye turned her wrists over in a continuous circular motion, her daggers revolving around his until the movement broke his advantage and gave it to her.

            A final convolution of her wrists released her weapons straight up into the air, her now free hands seized the man’s wrists and pushed then back upon him as her arms tensed and pushed forward!  One entered his body between two ribs and halted for just a second before a final shove from the spy forced it in up the hilt.  The second had no such problem sinking instantly and deeply into his stomach!  

            He sank to his knees just in time for the lithe woman to step onto one shoulder and use it as a springboard to vault herself into the air her body twisting as she rose feet first above the heads of her remaining five attackers.  At the precise moment her luscious legs snapped apart, the tops of her feet striking flush against the pommels of the knives she’d seconds ago tossed upward.  Their downward trajectory altered with her blow the knives cut the air with a fury as they flew sideways and down each finding a victim on either side of the now landed spy, Alex having flipped herself once more with gymnastic grace to land on her feet as they feel from theirs to the floor.

            Her gyrations began as soon as her feet touched the ground, back over herself she cart wheeled, her legs flying out as she snapped herself over and over in a retreat, the motion keeping her attackers away from her and alert. She came to rest on a half crouched position reminiscent of a cat ready to pounce and this black cat pounced with deadly intent as they were finding out.  Alex pivoted on one foot, her arm straightening as she when while her hand formed into a knife edge that slice quickly and cleanly through the base of the bamboo plant by the secret entrance she come in by.   Her body continued around from the force of her spin as she pulled up to her full height and brandished her new weapons in the form of two pieces of bamboo each about two feet long.

            She surged forward in full vigour her arms wind milling her improvised Cali sticks as she moved into the centre of the hallway as her remaining three attackers formed a circle about her.  Alex lunged and dived as they came at her, the sticks scoring hits and deflecting blows, bits of the bamboo flying in the air as the knives sliced through the ends.  The three were more co-ordinated in attack than the larger more unwieldy group had been, two of them closed ranks and rushed her!  The agent whipped the sticks into a flurry of action beating blows up and down their bodies while the unused third men closed in behind her!

            He was just upon her when the deadly woman moved with cat like grace and speed!  Alex swung around and inserted the end of one of her bamboo rods into the hand guard of his near cutlass sized knife.  A pull up of her wrist locked the knife to the bamboo with his hand acting as the fulcrum.  The spy took full advantage of the brief moment of confusion and pain the lone man was experiencing, her free arm whirled above her head and around back down as she completed a full circle with her arm and drove the free bamboo device straight through his chest and out his back!  Its path made all the more easy by the tips her assailants knives had be cutting off the end of the bamboo. 

 

            The remaining two tried to strike in the time Alex had provided them but she was much to fast, their slices ripped through the air, but nothing else, she was out of their reach, but they of hers.  The blonde beauty pirouetted her body and the arm of her latest victim around his side in a tight circle, a twist of her wrist freed the knife from his fast failing grip.  She came to rest behind him, her chest supporting his crumpling weight for the few seconds she still needed him.  Her arm thrust back and then shot forward the blade came flying off the Cali stick across the short distance separating her from the remaining two and into the throat of one of them so fast it or he never made a sound. 

            The C.O.I.L. agent stepped aside, let her second to last victim fall away, vaulted forward the two steps between her and her latest conquest, used his bent leg as a launching pad and flew up into the somersaulting over the last man standing before landing directly behind him back to back.  He swung wildly and blindly behind him, the spy however was once again too fast, Alex bent her torso forward at the waist as his arm sailed above her.  Her left leg snapped up with her forward motion contacted him flush on the forehead with the back of her heel snapping his upper body back and down onto her awaiting bamboo pole, she stepped aside and let him fall! 

           “That’s kicking it old school!” she said before moving back to the secret passageway that had started the night’s adventure.

            Alex pushed the hidden latch and slipped back into the secret tunnel making her way along her one hand running along the smooth stone cut walls as she moved back to her apartment and then escape out her window and over the wall into the night, she crept along several more steps before she new she was in trouble!  She knew the secret latch for her room door should be right where her hand was at the present, but instead she found nothing except the tunnel curving away to her left. 

            “I knew this evening had started out too prefect, now I’m paying for it, let’s hope I can afford the price?” Alex thought as she moved on, knowing it was her only choice; the bodies would have or soon would be discovered. 

            Unfamiliar with her new path she inched along slowly in utter darkness, her feet feeling the way beneath them before each step, her hands carefully sweeping the ways of the passageway on either side.  She seemed to go on for a long time but she knew that was an illusionary trick time was playing on her given her new circumstances.  She soon, however found the end of her journey, hers coming to the corner of the adjoining walls in front of her.  The spy took a very deep breath and began searching for and soon finding the trigger mechanism to open the hidden entrance in front of her. 

            The stone edifice swung open soundless before her tensed body, she ready for a sudden assault of almost any description, but definitely not prepared for what greeted her.  She slowly stepped into the room about 20 feet square the door closing just a silently as it had opened behind her, Alex unconcerned by its movement, she knew there was no going back at this point. 

            The far end of the room contained the door she sought, where it led to, she had no idea, her plan altered was now just to keep moving.  Alex glanced about the space; a smooth earth red marble room on all sides, including the ceiling, the lights embedded flush into the marble and set to low giving the entire room a shifting ethereal presence made all the more so by the fog that covered all of the floor and a foot above it.  The fog emanated from a series of carved cobra’s placed atop pillars that lined the room on all sides and stood about 3 feet off the ground on pedestals and several feet out from the walls.   Coiled and erect the multihued vapour poured forth from the open mouths of the snakes like some form as gaseous venom before it settled to the ground and clung there like an early morning fog. 

            One final object, a large intricately tiled mosaic urn, probably used the store vast amounts of water occupied the very centre of the room.  The place was extremely warm and the mist cloying as she moved towards the door she however was brought to a halt several steps into her journey, by the appearance of fingers at the top of the urn and the sound of melodic middle eastern dance music. 

            Alex watched the rhythmic swaying of the fingers as they danced just above the rim of the urn, their motion replicating that of the cobra statues had they been alive before forcibly tearing herself free of the motion and moving to the door which refused to open not surprising her in the least as it needed a code punched into a keypad.  She turned back to see the two hands now free of the rim up to the wrists, there motion slow and demanding the watchers attention.  The spy advanced toward the hands and by their delicate and manicured nature she knew them to be female. 

            The mist thickened about her legs as she came to the edge of the urn her own hands intent upon seizing the swaying duo and pulling up forcing the mystery woman to reveal herself and end the charade. Alex clasped her hands about the wrists of the woman, but she soon found it was like trying to hold onto two wet snakes.   She grasped and held them time and again, but each time they easily flitted away and rose out of the urn a little more and danced a little higher up hers.  Alex flustered and alarmed at her inability tried to pull her arms away gather her wits and initiate a new attack strategy, but she found her mind dizzied and sluggish to respond.  Unable to fight the malaise she was under her arms up to her elbows were soon surrounded by her as yet unseen opponents arms.

            “I’ve been drugged or hypnotised somehow!” she thought in a panic.

            Just as she had finished the thought her opponent made an appearance as she rose up out of the urn her body swaying as she came.

            Alex had surmised as much but the face of Salome Alam confirmed her suspicions and her arms as the D.O.O.M. agent wound upward and around them.  Salome guided Alex’s entranced arms above her head smiling as she did.

            “Shall we dance Miss Chase?” she said in a sexy malicious voice.

            “Not that you have any say in matter!  My motion and the mist having done their initial damage to you without you even being aware of it!” she added.

            Alex was fighting with all she had but her head was spinning slowly tilting the room in various directions at once and clouding her ability to concentrate.

            “My cobra’s spray is a mild mind disorienting but extremely subtle vapour as you can feel.  I’m quite immune to the effect as you may be able to tell.  It doesn’t render the victim unconscious or to dull to respond verbally, but it does do just enough to prevent them from mounting any kind of defence.  Couple that with my captivating motion and you are quite under my spell Miss Chase!” she purred.

            Alex had enough left to realise that this was true as she watched the woman’s body dance and sway in her outfit a series of multihued sheer silk garment pieces.

            “Your fighting skills are most accomplished a contest between us would be interesting, but I thought that something more delicate and graceful would be in order as a contrast for the remainder of the evening.  Delicate and graceful can be just as lethal as other types of encounters, even more so when employed by someone of skill and seduction.  I’m an excellent mistress of both styles Alex, but the softer ones appeal to me more especially when the victim is as delectable as you are.” Salome said her voice lilting with the music.

            The D.O.O.M. woman leaned in her soft brown eyes fixing on Alex’s blue ones as she placed her lips against Alex’s for a few seconds before pulling back and smiling, her eyes reading her captives as she began speaking again.

            “You see the combination of the spray and my dancing has you unable to resist my charms,” Salome smiled.

            “I have chosen a most exquisite death for you Miss Chase!  Completely feminine in application, erotic in nature and totally effective!  I rarely use it, but you warrant my special attention, my special seductive deadly attention!” she said as she kissed Alex lightly on the lips again as she spoke.

            “My hypnotising dance is still in its infancy; once it advances your body will become more and more unresponsive until the only motion left to you will be the blinking of your eyes and of course your vocal cords.  I could at that point take the stone from you and kill you easily, but what fun would that be for either of us really?  All your hard work deserves a reward and you shall indeed have the reward of The Dance of the Seven Veils!” Salome said sealing the statement with a kiss that this time Alex responded to. 

            “Each veil I peel off my body will be given to you, or more accurately draped about yours.  Once in place my cobras will inject a new mist into the room, one that reacts rather unfavourably with the veils fabric.  A slow sinister contracting of the veils will place you in a crushing embrace of sheer pleasure and pain as the fabric strokes and slips about your erogenous zones in its cinching march of death.  In short Miss Chase you will be driven mad with orgasm and pain at one and the same time.  I can think of no more femininely erotic means of death, your body writhing in pleasure as my lethal veils smother you in an embrace of twisting death!  Kiss me Miss Chase!” Salome said as she devoured the spy’s lips.

            Alex did as she was commanded, Salome didn’t have total control over her, at least so far, but the D.O.O.M. agent was very appealing, but still she couldn’t stop her arms from flowing in the dance or get her mind to release her body so it could move! 

            “That’s right Miss Chase move with my motion, sway with me, my dance is much too provocative to sit out,” Salome teased as she deepened her entrancing dance into Alex.

            Salome’s hands moved to the beat and the movement of two swaying cobra’s, her arms moving slowly in various directions as Alex’s followed along like shadows of her own arms.  The D.O.O.M. lovely swept her arms down now and then pulling plumes of the damaging mist upward for Alex to intake.  After several minutes a small smile crept over the dancing agents face as Alex’s arms slowed to a near stop.  Salome sent a final waft of mist for the C.O.I.L. agent to ingest before slowly fitting her hands about the tops of Alex’s arms.  A slow running motion up Alex’s arms brought them together and straightened them above her head.  Alex never resisted the motion and was rewarded for her co-operation with a taste of Salome’s painted lips, the contact soft and languid, the D.O.O.M. woman moving her lips in the same dancing manner as her arm’s, she held the kiss just long enough to leave her victim wanting more  

            “Their will be more later Alex but first I need more freedom the dance for you,” Salome purred, an evil playful smile forming on her lips as she gently raised an arm up Alex’s stretched out ones, closed about them, rotated them turning the spy backward to the large urn and her.

            Out of the container rose two long sculpted legs, dazzling to behold in their grace and symmetry as Salome leaned back on the far edge of the urn.  Extending them Salome closed the pads of her feet to either side of Alex’s neck and beginning a soft massage. 

            “It could all end here Miss Chase, just a twitch of my legs would snap your neck, perhaps I should?” she said twisting her legs about and forcing Alex’s neck around to the side and near to the breaking point before relaxing and returning it to where she began.

            “Your death will not be so quick Miss Chase, besides I want to finish the dance for my partner, oh and don’t worry I’ll lead,” Salome laughed. 

            The dancing spy shifted her body to the front of the urn released her feet and slowly brought them around Alex’s body at the shoulders then lowering them in an unhurried fashion down the length of Alex’s body, never touching her but so very close to her body that it heightened Alex’s already sexually charged body.  Her legs pulled apart and swept behind her raising Salome out of the urn and to her feet, she gracefully moved around Alex to face her giving the immobilized agent her first unobstructed view of her adversary.

            She took in the woman who literally held sway over her, tall, perhaps 3 inches or more than Alex with shoulder length black air into which she’d woven a string of white pearls.  High cheek bones complimented her flawless light olive skin which in turn was set off by her make up especially in dark red lipstick that Alex had sampled already.  Her dark black eyes sparkled with fire as she moved the cut and shape of her eyebrows arching and falling with her passionate persuasive form in such a manner as to thrill the C.O.I.L. agent with alluring magic. 

            Alex glanced downward from her long thin charming neck to her soft spreading shoulders that supported willowy long arms that broke and pitched like branches blowing in a soft summer breeze, all grace and poise.  Alex could just she the spacing between her breasts, the rest covered in a jade green veil, but that and her motion told the spy of their perfection,  firm, taut and erect they supported the veil without an effort.  The multihued veils mixed and ran together over her midriff keeping it from Alex’s analysis, but the slow rolling action of Salome’s hips, their churns, thrusts and rolls told her the woman had not only extremely strong but magnificent control of her stomach muscles.  The veils ran at a right angle down her hips, across and covering her womanhood, just barely, then down over her left leg slightly below the mid thigh giving Alex a nearly complete vision of her spectacular legs. 

            They went on forever and even past that, eye catching thighs with muscles that displayed only the softness of her, they never danced at the surface or teased of their power, but Alex could tell they were there.  Her calves filled out in a hand touching curve, completely alluring as they grew up from slim ankles to again soft but femininely firm calves.  As if reading her captured foes mind Salome turned around and gave Alex a vision of her firm ass as she shimmied it about, first in a fast gyrating motion and them with her hands clasp together above her head in a slow succession of revolutions before turning around once more to face the young spy. 

            “How are you feeling Miss Chase, frustrated, panicked, mesmerised, excited, numb or a combination of all of the aforementioned in varying degrees?” Salome questioned as she moved about.

            Salome swivelled her hips about as she moved in close to her victim before sweeping her arms up and open and then around Alex at the neck. 

            “Come Miss Chase don’t make this encounter a silent one?” Salome said in a pouting voice before softly closing her lips about the spy’s and delivering a breath stealing kiss. 

            Alex nearly wilted from her touch, only Salome arms kept her from collapsing.

            “A woman’s lips need not be poisoned to be fatal as you can tell my little beach baby.  C.O.I.L. really should recruit more selectively, however I suppose I should be grateful that they don’t, it would make my job more hazardous.  All you California beach blondes may look good in a bikini, but that only goes as far as it does in this profession.  Girls like you are a dime a dozen, pretty, but hardly deadly or tough enough for this line of work!” Salome smiled as she kissed the spy again.

            This time Alex gave more than she got, her lips danced hungrily about Salome’s, devouring her in an orgy of moist passion and heat.  Her tongue pushed and held the dancers in place long enough for the lapping caresses of her own to nearly still the dancing body of the woman before she pulled free.

            “How do you feel Miss Alam? And just to set the record straight I’m from Virginia, not California!” Alex smiled.

            “I can see I’ve underestimated you,” Salome said as she increased her rhythm of the dance and moved away.

            “Within minutes Miss Chase what’s left of your feeling will be temporarily gone from your body, my dance is most effective.  Once I have you frozen I will start your execution, slowly of course.  I can however make it a fast and painless death if I can have the stone now, tell me where are you hiding it?”

            “Too late I swallowed it, just before your head emerged from the urn and I realised I was in trouble!  If I can’t have it easily neither can you!” Alex smiled smartly.

            “Not a trouble at all my dear, after your death I’ll just you cut open!  That stone, Didymus, by name, shall never leave my home and neither will you!” Salome said her voice sharp and firm. 

            “Didymus, the twin,” Alex said almost rhetorically.

            “Yes, the legend says that the stone split on contact and broke into to equal pieces, I have one, the other, well that would be telling tales out of school wouldn’t it,” Salome mused. 

            Alex felt her body giving in to the charms of the woman little by little; she still had feeling, but no command to move her body at all. 

            “You certainly were an impressive dancer Miss Chase, or should we now be moving a little less formal means of addressing one another?  Yes I think we will,” Salome said answering he own questions.

            “You must have had some formal training when you were younger, pity it didn’t include any of my more esoteric lessons or this may have been a more interesting contest.  Yours, unfortunately were just to please adults or make you less awkward as a teen, mine trained my body to deliver an insidiously sexy death to whom I desire.  I think my lessons are proving to be of more value at the present, wouldn’t you agree?” Salome’s voice slithered as Alex felt the final ebb of resistance flow from her now rigid physique. 

            Salome seeing her dance and mist had succeeded slithered and slinked her body over to one of the marble pedestals containing a cobra statue and turned one of its fangs around shutting off the mist a with a smile at Alex as she did before moving back to her.

            “All that remains is your death Alex, a death I’m looking forward to administering, but first things first.  You have a wonderful body Alex; yes I noticed it, right from the start as a matter of fact.  The first time I saw you with the new girls I knew then I just had to see you dance for me and when you did I wasn’t disappointed.  Such a young hard body, your costume straining with every sultry motion to stay affixed as you moved about the floor.  That costume was meant for you and you alone unlike this one, although I will say those battle scars in the material are rather well placed!” Salome whispered hotly into the spy’s ear raising her temperature with each passing syllable as her hands slid playfully over the rips in the body suit. 

            Alex found the woman’s charms hard to resist, her arousal registering in hardened nipples and the ever so slightest change in breathing, both clues Salome quickly noticed. 

            “Just the start my dear agent, the remainder of my effort is I promise so much more tactical and fulfilling, but lets not hurry things too much along, rushing it would only spoil it and rob you of the veils total experience as well as mine,” Salome purred before she teased Alex’s lips with several short kisses, her hot probing tongue swirling on Alex’s lips.

            The C.O.I.L. agent fought off to kisses before succumbing to the third and falling wonderfully into Salome’s kiss, her mind lost in a vortex and caressing motion and touches as soft as rose petals.  The D.O.O.M. lovely let her be drawn in by the kiss slowly, each twitch and pull sinking the C.O.I.L. beauty into her quicksand of passion until she was utterly lost in the struggle and could not escape.  Salome slipped her arms around Alex’s waist and worked them slowly up her back, her fingers walking lightly up the spine of the entranced woman as she went. 

            Alex felt the finger nail slip off the neck of her body suit and contact her skin, she quivered at the touch and broke the kiss, her chest heaving to catch the breath Salome had kissed out of her, before their eyes met, locked together in anticipation.  The C.O.I.L. spy desperately wanted to deny this woman but she had nothing in her arsenal to combat the weapons Salome was employing against her.  The woman held Alex’s gaze in hers reading her captured preys hunger for her, her complete surrender, before she drew her nail down the exposed neck of the spy creating a spasm of delightful shock that pulled the C.O.I.L. tight to her body.  Salome folded her free arms around the spy’s head to hold it in place, her lips artfully playing with one of the spy’s ears. 

            “Move cautiously Alex, my nails are sharpened steel blades, one wrong quiver from your electrified body may result in a fatal cut.  Stay still while I slowly cut you free of your body glove, the experience of the veils is so much more effective against the skin!” Salome hissed.

            Alex felt the fabric loosen slightly about her neck as the woman’s nail started down.  The faintest of touches filled her senses as the woman’s nail cut smoothly and slowly down, the cool trace of it so exciting to the young spy.  Salome turned her finger and swept sideways out and along Alex’s shoulder blades, before curving back in and running across repeating the line a little lower. 

            The fire inside Alex exploded; Salome stopped and waited for the orgasm to consume her opponent.  The C.O.I.L. agent convulsed and moaned in joy before stilling sometime later.

            “Nails or veils, it seems to make little difference does it Alex?  I’ve just begun cutting you free of this constraining cocoon, how many more orgasms await you at the touch of my nails before you shed this skin and I spin you into a more lethal one?  Every part of me is a sexual weapon Alex, I’ll leave you weak and exhausted and then my veils will consume this hard body of yours!” Salome buttered.

            Her nail re-inserted itself and began its criss cross cutting action before turning and slowly drawing down her spine; the touch igniting Alex in sparks of passion.  Salome cut slowly arousing the spy, Alex fighting her once more excited body.  The nail curved in at the small of her back eliciting an involuntary thrust from Alex’s hips.   Salome smiled wickedly as she clamped both her hands about the smooth tight fabric of Alex’s ass; her arms swivelled and rotated the spy’s hips against hers in a magical motion.  A final long rotation ended as the D.O.O.M. agent splayed her fingers and dug her talons into the body suit, Alex jerked in shock then lost control, her eyes rolled back as she climaxed again, this time to the rapier touch of all of Salome’s nails shredding her suit as they pulled up and over her ass in a wide pattern before continuing up her back cutting her suit away. 

            “It is erotic, isn’t it Alex, being cut free of your body glove, the touch of my nails, cool and electric against your skin and we still have the front to go yet,” Salome said practically kissing each word into the ear of the spy. 

            “I will say that you are an impressive woman, both in body and fighting spirit, your escape from the twin perils of the Four Horseman and my henchman proves that but I see you came away with a few battle scares as well,” Salome said as she pulled back and glanced down at the multi rowed gashes cut into the C.O.I.L. agents suit across her breast from the spikes. 

            The D.O.O.M. woman cupped the bottom of Alex’s chin in her hand, tilted her mouth up and slowly filled her captured opponent’s soft lips with hers.  Salome trailed away with her kisses to Alex’s neck applying soft exploring touches with her teeth and wet warm caresses with her lips.  A slow shift of her body and hands moved Salome behind Alex as she continued to cover her neck in pleasing motions.  Alex began to pant, hot wisps of air pulsing out of her mouth at an ever increasing rate as Salome worked her erogenous zones feverishly.  Salome kissed up her neck before pressing her cheek against that of her inflamed prize.  A nail drew down from the collar of the bodysuit, shearing her suit as it went, stopping at the first open slit of five across her now heaving chest. 

            “One by one Miss Chase,” Salome said placing a nail under the first strip of fabric.

            Alex watched as it was slowly and tantalisingly cut by the vixen her tongue playfully lapping at the corner of Alex’s mouth as she did it.  A kiss to the corner of her mouth and the second strip was cut, Alex opened her mouth and snaked to tongue out for contact, but Salome pulled away and switched cheeks just as she was about to make contact.  Salome needed only that moment of confusion to wrap her free hand around the C.O.I.L. agents head and neck.

            “Three,” she smiled before her steaming lips seared Alex’s, her tongue scorching a bolt of passion through the spy!

            “Your heart is pounding Alex, control yourself, remember your training or have I rendered that useless?  Four!” Salome breathed hotly.

            Alex, her mouth open ravenously flicked and rolled her tongue over her lips, her thoughts of escape lost at this moment to a kiss from this most dangerously seductive woman.  Salome tormented her pulling back and forth just giving the spy the briefest of touches, before, with the speed and bite of a cobra her lips struck home, her venom the poison Alex needed to orgasm! 

            “Mmmmm!” Alex muffled against the masters lips before fighting free and screaming in joy and convulsing in passion her pangs of pleasure reverberating about the room.

            “Five,” Salome answered when Alex had stilled. 

            Salome splayed her claws once more running them up Alex’s stomach and sides then around her waist before peeling away the top half of the suit and tossing it in the urn. 

            Most impressive, flawless perfection,” the D.O.O.M. agent complimented as she stepped around to have a look at her prey.

            “I see another set of slashes about your womanhood, those of course will have to be removed, one at a time of and in a most delicate way,” Salome hissed. 

            “But first..”

            Salome placed her hands on either side of Alex’s hips and slowly ran them up her chest and around her erect magnificent tits in slow rolling undulations and tender clasp indenting them just a fraction to her pressure as she massaged, Alex not to far gone from the passion the spy had already imparted to her to sigh in definite pleasure. 

            “Nothing hidden, I thought a woman of your obvious firmness would perhaps try to conceal the stone within the confines of such a taut hiding place, but I suppose it’s as you said, you swallowed it.  A typical loyal foolish little girl of a C.O.I.L. agent right to the end kind of move!” Salome mocked.

            “You’d kill me even if it was there so really there’s no difference is there?” Alex said recovering her senses enough to answer her aggressor in as harsh a scathing a tone as she’d just heard.

            “Did it fall out during the fight or on the way here, I know I didn’t swallow it!” Alex thought while maintaining as neutral a face as possible. 

            Alex was still pondering the whereabouts of her prize when she suddenly became aware a feather light velvety touch about her muff.  Salome smiled as her hand strokes became more pressing and insistent; Alex’s mind was forced off course and back to the sexy executioner.  Salome rolled her shoulders slowly and turned her hips while her hands bathed Alex’s sex in her touch as she cut the first strip of her suit.  Alex gritted her teeth and fought the temptress as she worked to weaken her more.  The D.O.O.M. woman leaned in just enough to brush Alex’s projected hyper-sensitive nipples with one of her veils.

            “A losing battle Alex, I hold all the cards and they trump any willpower you may be able to raise,” Salome triumphed sweetly.

            The touch of the veil shot right through the spy to her clitoris which began pulsing faster and faster.  Salome pressed in closer and wormed her upper body against the spy’s nipples in languid revolutions.  Alex could feel the rivulets of sweat rolling off of her as she fought the siren call of her body and Salome. 

            “Give in Alex, it will be only more intense when it does happen and you may want to save some of that willpower and determination to fight my veils,” Salome offered. 

            Alex felt the first strip being cut as she lost the fight to Salome and climaxed!  The D.O.O.M. dancer wormed her body behind her captive, one hand carefully slithering sensuously between Alex’s legs while her body lowered a little and Salome’s other hand took position on Alex’s foot.  Salome slowly rose, her lips softly kissing about her victims back as she elevated while one hand worked about her labia in a soft hypnotic circular motion of varying pressure.  The other hand, its fingers together scraped along the top of her bodysuit, the pointed edges instantly digging into the material.  As she kissed and pulled up her hand swept about her entranced victims legs in swirls of cutting pleasure, her fingers coming apart slightly as she reached Alex’s firm sexy calf. 

            Hot bursts of air played across her back as Salome kissed and nibbled her way up Alex’s back.

            “You have an exceedingly pleasing body Miss Chase, a body that I or anyone could easily lose themselves in if they were not careful and I’m sure that has happened in your travels as an agent.  However, having come this far with you I’m not about to fall prey to that error, I can only imagine the consequences that would await me for such a mistake if I  were not careful and I’m sure that’s happened in your travels as an agent,” Salome hotly panted. 

            The electric shocks and jolts the D.O.O.M. women was releasing into her body with her lips coupled with the erotic feeling of being cut free of her clothes and the touch of Salome’s nails was pushing Alex to the brink again.  Her nails swept up and around her steel thighs, the dancing movements of her nails as they tangoed over her skin too much for her!  Salome drew herself up to her full height, stopped her cutting, swept her hand across Alex’s chest and tightened as she closed tenderly on the nape of Alex’s neck, her teeth lightly closing on a hyper sensitive zone!

            Alex convulsed wildly, her orgasm thundering up and down her body in roll upon roll of draining joy.  Salome held her firm, her stimulation keeping the pleasure at maximum for well beyond what would have been normal.  Alex screamed in struggling twisting pleasure, her bucking form overloading on the woman.  The C.O.I.L. operative never felt the next stripe being cut or the one after that as Salome repeated the series on Alex’s other leg. 

            Her body drenched in sweat, Alex her mind in a daze felt the kissing move in front until each of her nipples knew the stroke of Salome’s tongue.  The spy’s wet sultry tongue and gentle sucking pulls of her mouth offered a debilitating contrast to her tender finger rolls of the spy’s other nipple, Salome switched from one to the other giving Alex a constant new source of stimulation.  A final orgasm draw from deep inside the very depths of her washed over the C.O.I.L. agent as Salome cut the final stripe and tossed away the remaining portion of Alex’s bodysuit into the urn. 

            “That should take all the fight out of you, if indeed you had any left at all from our earlier encounters.  Now for a change of pace,” Salome smiled as she walked over to the door and entered a code into the keypad.

            The music changed to a more frenetic beat instantly as did Salome’s body!  She began to turn and twirl franticly, her hips churning, her arms flying above her head and about, all to the beat of the music.  She lunged forward, stopped drew her foot back, raised it slowly then came on again and body flowing with energy as she moved around the frozen pillar that was Alex.  She came back in front, this time her chest shaking as back and forth as fast as her hips, all of it visible to and exciting Alex at one and the same time. 

            Alex watched as the first veil was picked at the end between Salome’s fingers and snapped off her body in a stylish flurry of motion.  The sheer jade green veil danced above her head as her free hand caught the other corner and her body went into deep circling rolls as her head swung down to near the floor swept across her two legs and then rose only to fall and repeat the motion.  Several revolutions later Salome swung down, moved across and with a flick of her wrist launched the veil up between the spy’s legs!  Alex’s sweat beaded body provided the perfect adherence for the material and it clung in place as Salome revolved about her.  A second veil shot out in front of her face as the D.O.O.M. spy danced behind her, this one a brilliant red in colour.  The spy moved in front of Alex once more, let one end of the fabric find her left shoulder and stick before she guided the free end down across her one breast. 

            Salome’s mid riff was now on display and Alex’s eyes fell upon it as it shook passionately about, its motion as hypnotising as the dance that had trapped her.  The third veil, orange in colour covered her other breast in the same manner as the first, Alex noting that these two overlapped the one about her sex.  Salome stepped back grabbed a corner of the fourth veil, a royal purple in colour and slowly twirled herself out of it revealing more of her body to her trapped prey.

            The dancer rushed forward tossing the sheer garment into the air before her.  She stopped just short of Alex her eyes filled with danger and wild passion as the veil floated down between the two!  Salome let it fall to torso height before the flats of her palms pressed it into contact with Alex’s skin on her side.  Gracefully playing hands rolled across her vision as Alex followed their path to the other side of the fabric where the D.O.O.M. lovely seized it and danced it behind Alex sealing it to her skin as she went.  She circumnavigated Alex several times before padding the end into the C.O.I.L. spy’s back. 

            The fifth veil, snow white in colour left Salome covering only her tits and pussy with the remaining two.  Alex unable to draw her gaze away watched her hard bodied adversary lustfully move before her, the sinuous form more hypnotising than a dancing cobra.  This veil cocooned her raised arms, from her shoulders to her fingertips, it to just touching the royal purple one about her body.  Around and around Salome danced her entwining routine spinning her silky embrace deeper into her bitten and paralysed victim. 

            ‘Two to go Alex, which would you prefer I remove first?” she taunted. 

            Alex didn’t answer; she simply looked straight ahead to avoid falling under the spell of this woman yet one more time. 

            The pink veil, the sixth, around her tits flashed off and found its way about her legs, slow webbing circles wrapped the spy in the clinging silk as Salome the spider spun her web of death to near completion. 

            Alex watched as the seventh and final veil, a turquoise one freed Salome of her last garment.  Alex stared as she moved slowly, her sylph like body as dangerous as any snake as she flowed about. 

            “Goodbye C.O.I.L. agent Alex Chase,” she whispered her lips brushing Alex’s as she spoke before the veil partitioned them and Alex’s vision was turned into a hazy turquoise hue.

            Salome sealed the entire body of her victim in the final large veil.  She lowered her entombed victim to the floor and closed in her feet and hands finishing the dance. 

            “You’ll be able to breathe and have limited vision; I would not give you such an easy death as that Miss Alex Chase!  My dance is done but yours is just beginning and it’s a solo routine.  The pleasure was all mine, die slowly and alone, I’ll be back for my stone later!” Salome hissed as she turned the cobra fang and started the mist for the veils. 

            Alex turned her head at the sound of her feet on the floor watching Salome enter the exit code and leave, the door rolling shut behind her. 

            The mist slowly descended around her as Alex wormed and bent her body inside the multi-hued cocoon Salome had spun her into, the chemical already reacting with the silk as Alex felt an urgent growing sense of arousal.  The spy wiggled and slithered as she moved about the marble floor fighting the veils silky touch as they tightened and moved about her tits and pussy.  Alex worked and worked her form to relieve the stimulation, but Salome had seen to her completely and removed that option.  As the mist worked on the veils the two about her breasts pulled up coursing succulently across her diamond hard nipples, they in turn played a tug of war with one between her legs, pulling it back forth. 

            Alex’s low purring moans and body straightening tenses signalled the intensity and the frequency of the orgasms the veils had enveloped her in within just a few minutes.  Ten minutes later she had soaked the veils wet and they clung to her with a biting grip as she frantically bent her form for relief from the pleasure. 

            “I’m being crushed and crippled at the same time by the veils!” she moaned as the pain of the contracting material began to make its presence felt!

            The mist was full and thick blanketing her in a shroud of ghostly death her location unknown except for the moans of joy and the increasing frequency of shouts of pain.  Alex flipped and flopped in a hopeless battle against Salome’s wicked trap, her body alive with sexual stimulation, she could hardly focus on anything else, except the pain that had started to course through her!  Another twenty minutes of sexual pleasure had her nearly drained and coming close being stiff in the knot of veils.  A mammoth seize of joy convulsed her entire body and threw her back her body hitting something hard.

            “Yet yielding!” Alex managed to clarify through the haze of sexual smog about her before she was able to put the pieces together.

            “The Urn!” she exclaimed in silence as she squirmed her body about with all the force she could muster. 

            Alex focused all her mind and energy on what she had to do knowing this was her last chance.  She swelled to glory a minute or so later, her body jerked and twisted, Alex concentrating on moving her legs back swiftly and then rolling onto her stomach.  When she was finally able to push back the daze of the orgasm she knew she’d succeeded.

            “Part one complete, now it gets harder,” she gasped.

            Her bleary sweat stung eyes change their depth of field as she scanned for her target which luck would have it was directly in front of her. 

            “I need to wait until the next orgasm to execute part two!” she winched as the veils drew their crushing tube of pain everywhere on her.  The pain continued and continued the throb of it running freely inside her, but that was all, the pleasuring had stopped! 

            “No, No!” Alex screamed in an equal dose of pain and frustration before she righted herself.

            The spy wiggled her hips on the floor a little, grinding them into the marble as she concentrated on a deeply held thought. 

            “If Salome’s veils won’t fuck me out of this trap I’ll just have to do it myself!”

            As she ground her hips Alex put the remaining reserves of her strength into keeping her arms apart.  Alex felt her body building and allowed herself a smile as her mind raced with her erotic dream.  She bore down, felt her body surge, then a sudden lull, just a microsecond as if everything had faded and then the wave crushed and rolled over her in the fury she had hoped for.

            The urn balanced on the underside of Alex’s knees was catapulted into motion by the perfect execution of ‘The Worm.’ Her torso and arms raised high into the air fell back to the floor as her legs swung up and launched the urn up her body, across the floor in a rolling motion and into one of the cobra statues that wobbled precariously then teetered forward and came down straight at Alex! 

            One fang landed on the outside of her left arm while the other when right through the middle of her two veiled arms just as she had planned, ripping the material as it went! 

            She slithered and writhed in frenzy, her body was near the breaking point, as she torn the fabric more and more.  Slowly the pressure on her upper body began to ease was she worked her arms free, her breathing still laboured and her heart still hammering, she after a few minutes pulled her wet near limp form free of it imprisoning chrysalis

            “All those times in Lori Gillespie’s garage practicing our break dancing paid off!”

            Alex lay in the cover of the fog and recovered watching the veils shrink in size quickly without the resistance of her form to complicate matters.  She groped around for the stone, but couldn’t find it, her mind panicking at the thought of having to go back for it.  She staggered to her feet, her mind somewhere between formulating a new plan and completely giving up; she new giving up was out of the question, both in terms of the mission and her.

            “So that means another encounter with Salome,” she said reaching for the remnants of the veils from which she hoped to fashion a crude bikini when she felt it. 

            Alex tentatively swept her hand lightly over her heart and felt the lump protruding most prominently from her skin, the size and shape where immediately identifiable.

            “Didymus!” she exclaimed in fright.

            Somehow the stone had gotten inside her and located itself directly over her heart.  Alex felt a cold sweat come over her and her heart begin to race.

            “This is impossible!” she exclaimed as she watched the stone beat with the same rhythm of her racing heart.

            Her head swooned; she stumbled forward, somehow managing to keep her balance, before slamming into the wall by the door.

     

            The room turned in all directions as she tried to remember the code she’d seen Salome enter as she lay on the floor.  She tried several before the door slid open and she stumbled through with one thought in mind.

            “I must escape.”