We Three Chapter 10

Chapter Ten:

            The surf crashed against the sand, the cascading water deafening all other sounds with its roar.  The receding foam leaving behind a variety of jetsam it had collected on its journey across the ocean including an extremely curvy ebony coloured object.  Whitney lay motionless in the wet sand waiting patiently for the moon to be obscured in the cloudy night sky before she slithered her long body up the short beach and into the vegetation.  The night, hot and muggy cloyed at her thin wetsuit as she straightened up against the trunk of a palm tree and pulled the hood off her suit, her hair spilling out grateful to be free of its neoprene prison. 

Silent and agile she moved along the edge of the brush as she made her way toward the greenhouse her silhouette barely rippling the cloak of the night as she went.  The C.O.I.L. agent moved to the door and disappeared inside down the hallway toward the decontamination chambers.  Removing her waterproof backpack she briskly peeled herself out of the diving suit opened the chamber and entered along with her equipment. The cleansing process finally completed her nude body emerged into the greenhouse.

Whitney moved quickly among the rows of plants, picking at random until she had the samples required.  Kneeling down she opened her equipment and placed the first of the samples inside on the platform for analysis.  Flipping open the small keyboard and lifting the monitor screen the spy powered the unit to life, entered the commands and started the program.  While it worked on the spectral analysis and genetic markers of the plant sample she established the up link to the satellite for data transmission to C.O.I.L.  Patiently she worked through each sample, securing a confirmation of received transmission before moving to the next, the final sample concluded and confirmed, she activated the auto-destruct code and in seconds the machine began to melt before her eyes as the chemical soup of acids eroded the device. 

           

            Swiftly Whitney moved, making her way to the main air transfer station within the greenhouse and its connection via a complex series of vents to all the other ones in the complex.  She opened the control panel for the station reached into her hair and quickly removed the four jumper wires she stored there before beginning her nights adventure.  Quickly connecting the clips to the desired terminal ends she overrode the air decontaminators and opened all the vents to the other greenhouses.  Whitney opened an air duct catch, reached both hands behind her back carefully peeling off the skin patch she’d attached, smiling she tossed the patch in the air shaft and replaced the cover. 

            “My work is done!” she thought.  “Now its up to the spores I released and they work even faster than I do!”

            The spy began making her way to the exit her naked form wicking moisture in the humid environment.

            “You are a most determined and if I may say so difficult young woman to kill!” Miss Thomas.  “All the trademarks C.O.I.L. looks for in its recruits.  It’s a good thing there are plenty of your type in the world because your organisation is about to be minus one!” Zai smiled dangerously.

            “I hope D.O.O.M. can boast the same recruiting program!” Whitney smiled back before leaping at Zai with a forward cartwheel that transformed into a back flip before the spy’s willowy leg snapped out and tagged her opponent in the chest knocking her over into a large patch of moss that covered the greenhouse floor!

            The surprised D.O.O.M. agent nibbled to her feet with a low menacing laugh.

            “I knew you had abilities that stretched beyond the academic Miss Thomas!  For your sake I hope you put as much study into them as you did into Engineering!” Zai hungrily said as she began to stalk Whitney. 

            The D.O.O.M. fem whipped her right leg quickly forward slashing it side to side before retracting it, cocking it and firing again this time with a high kick to Whitney’s head!  The first two blows jackhammered against the inside of the C.O.I.L. agents thighs, the third connect flush with her forehead sending her tumbling backward her arms flailing at her sides as she struggled to stay upright!  Zai launched herself forward in a flying walkover, first her left leg snapped into Whitney’s jaw then its mate followed suit a nanosecond later!

            Whitney went sideways with the force of the blow and with Zai!  As the D.O.O.M. spy’s torso aligned upright once more they were met by Whitney’s legs as the spy swung onto her hands and closed her calves around the neck of her combatant!  Zai felt the vise about her swiftly tense before she was pulled toward the ground as Whitney’s body darted between her legs and flipped her unclasping at the end to increase the hard landing for Zai.  The C.O.I.L. spy gathered herself into a tight ball on the ball spun round, up on her shoulder, opened up and drove a punishing karate kick into the back of the woman’s head lunging her body over itself and forward onto her stomach!   Whitney bound to her raised her right leg before rocketing it down toward the small of Zai’s back!

            The D.O.O.M. fighter rolled over just in time to catch the underside of Whitney’s foot impeding its motion. Zai cocked her left leg and fired it into her adversary’s mound before pinballing it off her inner thighs!  Whitney’s legs flared outward as she sank to the floor!  Zai continued her barrage, a quick tuck of her body forward escaped the crumbling Whitney before she snapped her left leg up her body from a siting position and connected with the back of the ebony woman’s head crashing her forward into a waiting headlock! 

            Zai was on her feet instantly taking the caught Whitney with her the vice about her neck growing tighter with each second as Zai applied pressure and leverage, leaning down with her weight on her half bent opposite number.  The D.O.O.M. siren swung her leg up behind her and rammed the flat of her foot into her top of Whitney’s head several times before pendulumming it around and kneeing in hard in the stomach for equal measure!  She released the spy, elegantly executed and back walkover before snapping another kick to Whitney’s mound, toppled to her knees from the blow! Zai smiled stepped forward and slowly snaked her thighs around the Nubian agent’s neck in a loose matter.  

            “Game over Miss Thomas! You should have chosen an academic career!” Zai hissed.

            The words had just faded on the air when Whitney rammed her head up and back tumbling Zai up and over and down her back!  The C.O.I.L. spy’s legs curved up from the knees crossing over each other as they went the flats of the top of her feet pressing Zai’s head and neck inward!  Whitney’s arms swung around her back clasping together as they added a second band of locking appendages to the trap!  The agent inclined her body back a little to take away another counter from Zai’s legs that now just dangled above useless to her in any escape attempt!

            “You were saying Miss Shetty?” Whitney mocked.  “Speak now it’s your last chance before I closed about you and seal you in Cleopatra's Tomb!”

            Zai said nothing as she wiggled her form seeking an escape but Whitney coiled and poised used her lean rippling form to perfection.  She wrenched the woman closer her small hard ass dancing about in hypnotic action as it contacted Zai’s face!  Whitney loosened her muscles and massaged her cheeks around until Zai slipped into place!  The spy contracted her arms and feet slowly as her ass flexed and squeezed around her prey drawing Zai deeper in until she had the woman!  Whitney slowly rocked back and forth, her action working like a tightening vice about Zai who flailed her entangled form ceaselessly within the constricting snake of Whitney’s body! 

            The young C.O.I.L. agent could feel her nemesis weakening very slowly, Whitney knew Zai was superbly conditioned and it would take time to exhaust her!  Twenty minutes later Zai had been still for just about five minutes in the hold, her breathing imperceptible.  The victorious spy unleashed her arms main a fist with one hand and closed the palm of the other over it as she placed it into the small of Zai’s back!  With her feet still secured about the back of Zai’s neck Whitney convulsed her body backward rippling it like a wave crest on the water snapping Zai’s spine!  Her body relaxed and dislodged its victim; she got to her feet and moved to the exit pausing by large green standpipe that carried the water about the complex, to catch her breath. 

            The bite to her neck happened so quickly and unexpectedly she couldn't react quick enough to counter it, even if that had been possible, which it was not.  She felt another bite, this time to the other side of her neck and a paralyzing stiffness over take her instantly!

            “Not to worry my dear, my nails are not poisonous, although they can be, in fact some of my order use them almost exclusively!  I however do not.  If a woman can’t kill efficiently and of course erotically with just her body as is in her nature, then she has no business being a Silkworm, but I’m from the old school,” Seema slithered from above.

            “I was beginning to think my employer would finish you! But luckily, for me that is, you are a resourceful young woman!  The question of course now becomes are you resourceful enough to escape my experience?”

            Whitney had mused to herself whether Chama was a member of The Silkworms, an ancient order of lethal female assassins!  Skilled in a myriad of tactics, erotic and otherwise their ranks were exclusively populated by woman over the age of forty. 

            “I was hoping you were a Silkworm!” Whitney said.  “Now I can add your defeat to my list of accomplishments Chama.

            “Confidence or is it arrogance, its so hard to tell the two apart in young agents.  A certain Miss Baxter sounded just the same as you do.  C.O.I.L. must issue you all the same notes on what to say.   No matter too much of each will always lead to defeat.  Oh and please call me Seema, my real name if you don’t mind.”

            “So your Seema, excellent!” Whitney chirped.  “Now I can finish what Claire couldn’t!”

            “Ah, so you’re a friend of Miss Baxter’s!  What a wonderful resourceful woman!  I do hope your up to her standard my dear, it will make for an interesting encounter!” Seema hissed as she tilted Whitney’s head up.

            “As I said, eroticism is in a Silkworm’s nature!” Seema smiled as she saw the look in Whitney’s eyes.

            The young spy was awash in a wave of desire that she knew was intended to cripple her, but she couldn’t help it!  Seema had painted her skin a shimmering emerald green to match the hose, save for her lips, those she had coated in a glossy red lipstick, and her hair had been tightly wound and pinned against her head!  She smiled a sexy serpent grin back at her immobilized prey! 

            “And you told me you didn’t go that way my dear!” Seema said with a laugh. 

            The inverted green woman relaxed her legs just a little and slid down the pipe as her nails kept their light pressure against Whitney’s neck preventing and bodily movement from her.  Leisurely Seema brought her face down her front of her prey’s as her arms worked about the spy’s neck, drawing up one arm at a time before enfolding hers about them loosely all the while her beguiling green face and glowing lips mere inches from Whitney’s face. 

            “Some of my colleagues kill at this point with a poisonous bite of their lips, just as some insects do!  But I prefer the languid skin to skin contact a slow kill of my victim’s body offers!” Seema hissed further pushing up Whitney’s stimulation. 

            “You’ll find my Preying Mantis hold most effective Miss Thomas and lethal of course!”

            Seema flicked her tongue about Whitney’s mouth several times before slithering down the spy’s body a little more until her face hung just about the spy’s mound!  Seema’s arms swept around into position against Whitney’s spine as her nails walked up and down its length with light but precise tension.

            “Can’t have you moving about my dear while I labour about my work!” she explained.

            Whitney demanded her body move but it disobeyed her!  Seema’s nails were far too effective against them, as was the little of her body she had on her.  The C.O.I.L. agent watched each muscle on the woman’s back and arm’s swirl beneath its green exterior, tense for a second, then disappear! 

            “God what a body!” Whitney’s mind screamed as she watched Seema work her luscious magic. 

            The Silkworm slithered her body around on her paralyzed foe so now her head was resting on Whitney’s rigid ass!  She took hold the standpipe and pushed outward inserting one of her green legs neatly down the back of Whitney’s body the nails of her toes substituting for her fingers along the Nubian woman’s spine before the soft pad of her foot came to rest on Whitney’s ass!  Seema’s other leg somehow managed to position and set both of Whitney’s hands into a knife-edge against her neck before slowly wrapping around them and pushing them into place with her amazing muscle control!

            “Shit! She’s got me paralyzing myself!” Whitney panicked in her mind.

            “My experience, not to mention my body appear to be winning the day!  Soon my Preying Mantis will be complete and I can begin your execution! 

            Frozen and helpless Whitney watched their reflection in the greenhouse glass as the lethal mantis worked about her in a casual but purposeful manner.  She watched the soft pad of Seema’s foot rub and stroke her ass working it loose with each masterful brush stroke as she perched her body between Whitney and the standpipe.  Next came the extensive massage of her long legs, starting with her hard inner thighs.

            Seema kneaded back and forth just below the spy’s pussy that Whitney secretly longed for her to attack, before fondling the remaining thighs with wispy expertise.  Her calves fell under the snake woman’s spell next as a combination of Seema’s nails and toes anesthetized and enfeebled her muscles with trained talent! 

            “I think you are almost mine my dear but to ensure my clasp has you helpless you need to be weakened just a little more!” Seema offered.

            Seema lowered herself to her knee and tilted forward until her arms clasp Whitney by the forward from behind freezing her further in place!  Whitney got her unfulfilled wish seconds later as Seema’s soft foot began a purposeful caress of her exposed pussy. 

            “You’re very excited my dear!  I take that as a compliment,” Seema mocked.

            Whitney was helpless in the hold of Seema whose lithe flexible form appeared to have no boundaries!  The young spy, despite her situation, was utterly turned on by this most seductive insect secured about her.  Whether it was the green skin, her delicious body or the promise of a crashing orgasm she didn’t know and didn’t care at this point only pleasure invaded her mind and she couldn’t chase it way! 

            “You may have succeeded in destroying this operation my dear, but you’ll not live to fight again, so enjoy your last few minutes of life!” Seema offered.

            The Silkworm raised her foot off Whitney’s sex and pointed it, all her magnificent muscles flowing into place as her calf separated into wavelets of sexy fluid power!  Seema thrust it downward and into her prey’s skin with just the lightest of touches before pulling it up and poising again for another strike! It came seconds later followed in rapid succession by others all hitting different parts of her torso but all damaging her severely as she weakened quickly!

            “Mantis death strikes my dear.  You’re out of time and chances!” Seema hissed as she plunged her leg down and held it there!

            Whitney squirmed, her breathing was failing her and her body was useless!  Seema was still holding her position and the death strike until needed, her prey valiantly hung on in the Silkworm’s Mantis refusing to give in!  Twenty minutes later the battle ended as Seema let Whitney’s lifeless body free of her Preying Mantis, a smile forming across her painted lips.

            She stretched her lithesome body and got to her feet.

            “No my dear it is I who will add your name to my list of accomplishments,” she offered before walking toward the exit.

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            “Great!  We obtained all the information, stopped D.O.O.M.’s plot and lost two agents in the process and the third one doesn’t like to listen to advice!” Sharon said throwing her hands in the air.

            “We still don’t have confirmation of Alex’s death!” Grace Pak offered in a muted ray of hope.

            “You know the Poison Geisha, you never see the body again!” Sharon snapped.  “Alex is dead along with Whitney and that just leaves Paige and as I said she doesn’t listen, she wants to do it her way so she can prove everyone wrong even though nobody is thinking that.” Sharon said dejectedly.

            “Sounds like someone you knew once doesn’t it?” Grace smiled.

            “No it doesn’t!” Sharon said emphatically.

            “See you just proved my point!  Besides, you knew this job was going to end up like this some day.  You made a tough decision, they agreed knowing the risks and the consequences of failure.  That’s the nature of the job.  The question now is do you have what it takes to keep making those decisions?” Grace challenged. 

            Sharon reclined in her chair silent and still for several minutes before she reached for the phone.

            “I want all the dossiers of our trainees and have their trainers and evaluators ready for a video conference call in two hours,” she said hanging up.

            “Let’s hope we can do better this time around!”