New Acquaintance, Old Enemies

Part of this story owes their genesis to FF Calliope; another erotic trap writer who made me think outside of my comfort zone, thanks FF.  Another part to CT, again thanks for challenging me.

New Acquaintance, Old Enemies:

Macao, a former Portuguese colony clinging to the coast of China had always been a haven for gambling, indeed the colony's wealth along with shipping exports were still the chief sources of revenue.  After reverting back to Chinese control the new landlord had prudently decided to turn a blind eye and let the revenue stream continue to flow. Communism and the people’s revolution after all still needed money to finance it and what before means than the foreign imperialist dogs that still flocked to it.  As long as things stay close enough in hand the authorities let things slide all in the name of a more modern open China.

The once seedy and tumbling down gaming houses had been replaced by more luxury Western style casino’s and hotels complete with bright neon and flashing lights.  To entice people in and once inside the requisite gambling devices, both North American and European where high rollers could expect red carpet treatment during their stay.  Of course not all the seedy establishments had disappeared they’d merely relocated if necessary or having been so far of the main street in the first they’d lucky avoided the forced sale of their establishments and by a strange twist of fate had actually seen their profits increase as the local inhabitants, so longed barred from their businesses now flooded in simply because they were now barred from the newer ones.

The games of chance were all the same, sometimes just as honest, sometimes not.  Women and men wandered the floor looking for a wealthy patron or if they were fortunate a newly wealthy person who was in or could be convinced to be in, a giving mood and private rooms were just steps away

It was the rainy season, day and night of torrential steamy muggy rain fell in sheets and it seemed to her that all of Macao was indoors with most of them crammed in here to dance and gamble!  Elegantly dressed and coifed she was definitely out of place, both in dress and age.  Her body hugging gold lamay dress cut and styled to give her form its maximum appeal stood out from the low riding jeans and tank topped patrons of this very young crowd most if not all of whom she was old enough to be the mother of.  Made her standout all the more.  She held her small handbag above her head with both hands and started to pick her way through the gyrating mass of bodies detouring as required like a chess piece knight.

She’d barely made any progress when a young girl, maybe sixteen, wearing a flesh toned fishnet bodysuit started to dance with her and her progress ground to a halt.  She tried to side step her uninvited partner but the girl was persistent in her attempts at blocking her by bumping and rubbing up against in no accidental way!  The woman gave up and gave in her body starting to move to the pulsating beat.  The strobe lights banged off and on dancing beams off her dress as the two moved to the pounding beat.

She felt the other at her back but by then it was too late!  The woman continued to dance, but now she had two partners to deal with!  She moved quickly and expertly, deflecting away their sudden steps and hand movements!  Her hands useless above her head were quickly taken by her two young foes, locked in theirs and held aloft!  Even her fingers were fused to theirs in a complex pattern of finger knots.  Luckily her experienced legs were proving more than a match for that of her young partners’, as they did with most people, her best and deadliest asset evened the tide for now!

The beat changed and as if on queue the girls picked up the pace with a smile as did the woman keeping the battle even.  She knew she had to free her arms but the girls were very good and her manoeuvring room within the crush of people hampered her efforts.  They moved around the floor for more than half an hour in the silent battle the other dancers completely unaware of what was going on around them.

The deadly dance entered its second half-hour her body still resisting her much younger combatants.  She danced one leg back and forth between the two her calf muscles tensed and wet with the effort.  

The woman blocked and blocked again all the toying girls had to offer.  She tried her arms again, but her girls had them, a set of flesh coloured and sheer black body suited arms had them and worse her purse, the repository of some of her weapons, was positioned so she couldn’t get at it!

The woman blocked a high knee lift aimed at her stomach, swept her leg back to block one from behind but was a fraction of a second late!  The heel of her shoe landed on the mid thigh of the girl at her back creating a natural arch in her leg for a fraction of a second before she could pull it away!  Her frontal partner exploited the mistake to perfection as her leg slipped into the arch locking the woman’s one leg off the ground and ending the woman’s hopes! Mrs. Hawthorne’s free resting leg was slowly raised up and crossed over her trapped leg at her hips!  Her dancing partners then forced her first trapped leg slowly up her torso, pulling her crossed leg back and around her side sealing her off the floor and into their bodies!

The girls danced the captive older woman about the floor as she struggled to free herself.  Slowly they worked themselves about her drawing ever inward as their hungry bodies devoured hers in an orgy of twisting twinning flesh.  She resisted with all she had and waited for her chance that she knew would come.  The two young dancers, after more than an hour completed their hold and moved the woman off the dance floor slowly and against a dark recessed corner of the casino.  They squirmed against her for a few minutes clearly enjoying the feel of her delicious body against their thin outfits.

“You trapped in Vietnamese Twisting Vine! Mrs. Hawthorne! My name Trang and partner Troung,” said the girl in the flesh-toned outfit.

Mrs. Hawthorne’s chance at long last had finally come Trang was mere inches from her face.  The captured woman smiled and wiggled seductively holding Trang with her eyes as their lips touched!  Trang was tentatively and then enveloped hers in a long passionate kiss!  Mrs. Hawthorne rolled her lips luxuriantly over Trang’s bathing the young woman in her lipstick making sure it bit deep into her dance partner to have the desired effect.

She smiled as she released the girl’s lips knowing the effects from her poisonous lipstick would be felt in seconds!

“We prepared for you Mrs. Hawthorne.  Our lips coated in protective sealant!  Your lipstick have no effect on us!”  Trang smiled. “We also hear your legs both beautiful and deadly, but ours deadlier.  We also told you like to use poisonous lotions on legs, again we take measure!  Our clothes let skin breathe but not let in moisture.  You out of tricks Mrs. Hawthorne!” Troung soothed and sealed with a kiss to the woman’s neck.

The woman so sure her poisonous touch would free her entangled body attacked again her lips stinging Trang’s in a bid to break the sealant, constant moistening exhausted her lipstick and her chances, Trang was still alive!

“Lipstick gone Mrs. Hawthorne and so your chance for escape,” Trang smiled as she pulled away.

 Trang and Troung adjusted her for another amount of time her dress clearly not giving them the grip they desired, but still enough to hold her at their pleasure.  Troung reached over and pushed a concealed button, the girls leaned against the wall, it gave way and the trio slipped from sight.  The wall returned to its place without anyone knowing.

“Welcome Mrs. Hawthorne!” a woman she knew all too well said.  “A welcome and a goodbye all in the same night!”

“Still afraid to face me one on one Mrs. Yin?” Mrs Hawthorne said defiantly.

 “Why should I my dear woman when I have such capable help?”  Yang Yin said as she came up close to the entwined woman before undoing the straps and removing Mrs. Hawthorne’s shoes then handing them to an associate.

“You’re such a resourceful woman, who knows where your weapons may be hidden,” Yang smiled as she proceeded to remove the woman’s rings, earrings, bracelets and finally her purse before stepping back to take in the full picture of the trapped woman.
“Its amusing, at least to me, that every time, be it COIL or you thinks they have me I manage to turn the tables on them.  Claire Baxter thought she blew me up on that island in Singapore and here you thought you’d tracked me down through your intelligence network and came here tonight to kill me only to have the tables turned on you!  But enough of that we both have work to do, mine of a profitable nature and yours of a dying nature.  This room,” Yang said waving her hand about.  “Is completely sound proofed so your screams of pain will fall on deaf ears, excepted that is for Trang and Troung’s!”

As if on queue the girls squeezed Mrs. Hawthorne just a little.

“Goodbye my dear I have business to complete this evening and I wouldn’t want to deny you any further playtime with my girls!”  A final victorious smile and Mrs. Yin and her associate left with the processions they’d removed from Mrs. Hawthorne.

Trang and Troung were almost a third of their captive’s 45 years of age.  They were close to her in height, but thin, wiry and strong.  Trang was fatally beautiful, Mrs. Hawthorne guessed Troung was probably the same in terms of looks.

Trang smiled at Mrs. Hawthorne whose body squirmed seductively in the girl’s grip hoping her charms and naturally alluring nature would aid her as she probed for possible escape routes.  The Twisting Vine was applied slowly to all victims, but the girls worked extra slowly and carefully on their dangerous prey.  Mrs. Yin had told them about the older woman’s deadly wiles so they took their time as they probed her body for the perfect position to start the Twisting Vine, one from which she would never escape!

Mrs. Hawthorne’s body was fighting them all the way; her curves and muscles challenging their technique as they worked.  She had no intention of dying in these young ones death trap, no matter how erotic it was!  Her body stalemated them time and time again as they held her upright and worked into her with youthful energy.  The older woman worked her body against theirs using all her wiles to delay the coiling of her form.  Her sweating body was producing a heavenly aroma and she was wet with arousal from their touch, which she knew was part of their plan of attack!  An orgasm would seal her fate quickly so she fought for control of her body and mastered it denying the girl’s a quick solution.
“I can play that game as well!” she thought.  Mrs. Hawthorne lured Trang to her lips again and worked her skills to loosen the one girls grip! She succeeded, mesmerising her young foe enough to gain some measure of freedom but only for a few minutes.  Troung picked up the slack for her occupied partner and soon the woman was right back where she had started.

The pillared woman worked her body again as the girls clinging forms progressed slowly about hers.  Their lethal young curves eagerly exploring and exploiting her weakening body as they slithered and slipped about her carefully applying their technique!  The twin columns of creeping twinning flesh slowly proceed about Mrs. Hawthorne her body unable to pull free from these deadly nymphs!

“You very flexible Mrs. Hawthorne and body a pleasing to the touch!” Trang offered.

The woman smiled sarcastically as she worked her helpless body against theirs in endless vain escape attempts.  The girls pulled closer with each passing minute drawing the woman inward to her doom in a softly effective embrace of death!  The girl’s followed their orders to the letter giving the woman a slow painful death!  After several hours her body had resisted all it could, slick with sweat and damp with her writhing she couldn’t get it to fight any longer.  She went limp in their trap and girls took up the slack with a fierce inward snap of their bodies!

Mrs. Hawthorne came alive with pain and screamed in agony as a torrent of suffering ripped through her!

“Ordeal just being for you Mrs. Hawthorne,” Troung giggled in delight.  “Soon you get see my face and give me kiss!”

Carefully the two began to move, twisting their captured prey in opposite directions at the waist!  Mrs. Hawthorne moaned and struggled for air, her diaphragm behind pushed up and constricted as she, the vine, was slowly being twisted to death, but she endured and saw Troung very beautiful face two hours later and got her promised kiss!

“No poison lipstick Mrs. Hawthorne, but kiss just as deadly!” Troung smiled and laughed.

“You haven’t won yet I’m still alive!” she answered weakly.

The deadly duo resumed the vine but Mrs. Hawthorne wouldn’t submit without a fight, she surged her hips and caught the surprised duo, the three over balanced and fell to the ground!

“Nothing change Mrs. Hawthorne you still trapped in vine!” Trang said.

Indeed the girl’s still had her totally enveloped and near fatally twisted to death, but the fall had freed one of her fingers and she slowly touched it to the palm of her hand just as the girls turned and twinned her for the final time!  They’re final time!

The long encoiled woman gulped air and freedom as she lay between her foes, free at last from their Twisting Vine.  Superbly conditioned Mrs. Hawthorne recovered quickly from her ordeal, sat up, rolled over on her knees to look down on Trang and Troung.

“You beat my lipstick and my body lotion, but you didn’t anticipate my dress! Did you girls?” she said as she softly stroked Trang and Troung’s head.  “All I needed to do was activate it and to do that I needed to free a finger to touch the remote hidden trigger under a false layer of skin on the palm of my hand.  You see the dress is equipped with hundreds of tiny needles all tipped with a deadly nerve poison. The needles eject from the dress and inject their venom in a thirtieth of a second before returning.  I took the antidote before I came here tonight and I’m sorry girls I don’t have any extra to offer you!”

Mrs. Hawthorne got to her feet and walked slowly over to the door Mrs. Yin had gone through.  “Lets just she,” the woman said as she pushed the door open.  “Good, there still her,” she continued recovering her purse, shoes and jewellery.  After fixing her makeup and hair as best she could the woman walked back to her former dance partners and placed a death card, her picture, on each one.

She slipped out the door the Trang and Troung had brought her in so many hours ago to die.

“The nights not been a complete waste!” she thought.  “I killed two DOOM agents and learned a valuable piece of information!  Once I gather more intelligence on this COIL agent Claire Baxter and track her down I’m going to make her tell me all she knows about Yang Yin one way or another.  I don’t like unfinished business!”

* * * * * * * * * * *

Copenhagen had, despite the intelligence she’d gathered had yielded nothing except the discovery of a lovely teahouse that she’d become accustomed to visiting every afternoon for the past week.  

She comforted herself in a pot of Darjeeling Tea and mentally began to re-evaluate her intelligence sources.

“Darjeeling Tea and the afternoon to enjoy it in.  Life is good sometimes isn’t it Mrs. Hawthorne?  May I?” Claire said as she motioned to the vacant seat.

“I hear you’ve been looking quite keenly for me all over Copenhagen.  I must tell you I find
that very flattering and a little disconcerting.”

 “In what way?’ the woman answered.

 “Flattering given your reputation and disconcerting for the same!” Claire smiled.

 “I have no designs on you my dear I merely wanted to ask you a few questions regarding a certain matter I’m involved in at the moment.  Why don’t we go back to may hotel and we can discuss it privately away from prying ears and inquisitive eyes?” Mrs. Hawthorne suggested.

 “Yes we should do that!” Claire smiled.  “Once in your lair you can entangle me in your Negligee or question me in your Totem!  Given the choice I’ll take ears and eyes!”

 “As you wish, but I can assure you my intentions are honourable,” Mrs. Hawthorne said calmly as she slid her hand slowly down her leg and pushed a button underneath the heel of her crossed leg!  She moved her leg rapidly forward towards Claire.

 The spy took a sip of tea and smiled as the sole of her shoe blocked Mrs. Hawthorne’s drugged needle and pushed it back into its hidden compartment.

 “Titanium plate in my shoe,” Claire offered.  “Now you were saying your intentions were honourable?”

 “An amateurish attempt on my part,” the woman said as a way of apology.  “Do try one of these watercress sandwiches, they are divine!”   Mrs. Hawthorne picked up and offered the plate to Claire.

 “Tell you what I’ll order my own lunch and you can eat the poisoned ones from that plate!  And don’t give me the shocked and surprised face I know you deposited a few minute traces of poison on them from your pantyhose when you slipped your hand down your leg on your first clumsy attempt on me!  When your ready you can cut the crap and we can get down to business or I can leave the next time you try something stupid like that!”

            “Both were truth sermons!  Since we both fight the people on the other side of the fence I had no intention of killing you.  But again I apologise for my lack of trust, but it seems to be a habit that is growing in nature with me,” Mrs. Hawthorne offered.

 “Don’t apologise for it, just refine it so you know who and who not to trust and it can serve as a valuable tool in the future.  It may, however, interest you to know came here to answer your questions regarding Mrs. Yin.  Yes, Mrs. Hawthorne, I do know more about you and so does COIL than you think.  You’ve been a bit of a pain in the ass to COIL in the last little while!” Claire stated flatly.

“I take it you don’t share C.O.I.L.'s opinion?” Mrs. Hawthorne said with a raised eyebrow having picked up the not so hidden meaning in Claire’s statement.

 The COIL agent took a long slow sip of tea while she eyed the woman across the small table from her.  Claire had been watching this most intriguing woman for the past several days, trying to size her up and get a feel for her so she had something going into this encounter.  Most female agents were finished by age 40 and this self-taught one was just getting started at 45 and Claire could see why!

 Mrs. Hawthorne dripped sex appeal and allurement from every pore of her well-toned and conditioned body.  The pictures Claire had taken and the ones from the Dossier COIL had provided cemented her reputation as a woman of class, substance and above all style.”

“Legs women half her age wished for were always on display.  Her large breasts always tastefully covered in silk blouses or revealed in sexy evening gowns.  Her hair, dark was constantly teased and set to flutter hearts and her lips drew you to them.  Add to that package, flexibility, stamina, inventiveness and a liberal sexual nature, a necessary attribute in this business and Mrs. Hawthorne was a very deadly woman!”

“What my employers think and what I think and sometimes do aren’t always in agreement,” Claire slyed

“And would these be one of those times?” the older woman smiled back as she stirred her tea.
Claire pondered the woman before speaking although in truth she already knew what she was going to say, she’d decided that several days ago.

“Part of our job is to gather intelligence on DOOM, either through overt or covert means, both involve risk and most times the information you gather can be used in a pre-emptive way to stop DOOM operations before they begin or prior to it going critical.  Most times the risk can be justified by the reward, even if that means the death of agent, but not at the present time and my employer does not seem to understand that!  Mrs. Hawthorne your talking to one of only ten female COIL agents left out of over 150 less than 2 months ago and yet COIL continues to risk us to gather intelligence that may cost us our lives!  My view is that intelligence is great but we need to even the odds a little and that means terminating as many DOOM agents and conspirators as is possible until we can better balance the scales and we have all the intel we need for that!”

“And where do I fit into all this?” the older woman asked.

 “COIL found out you were looking for me.  They picked up your trail in Macao and traced you here.  They told me you wanted information from me and that you were to be considered a threat that needed to be dealt with!  They sent me to deal with that threat!” Claire voiced in a calm tone, as she looked the woman squarely in the eyes.

 Mrs. Hawthorne took another sip of her tea not quite sure of her next, or Claire’s next move.  This young woman was hard to read and she wasn’t used to that.  She decided to leave knowing COIL would not want to make a public scene or worse yet have her cause one.  She uncrossed her legs and shifted just the slightest in her chair when Claire spoke again.

 “Before you leave and I know tea’s not the most appropriate drink for it but let me offer this toast.  Here’s to me enemies enemy may she live a long life!  Claire smiled saluting Mrs. Hawthorne with her teacup.  “As I said my employer and I don’t see eye to eye but I think you and I and my nine other colleagues do!  Please don’t leave just yet there’s several other things I want to say to you if I may?”

            The woman shifted back in her seat as Claire refilled her cup and Mrs. Hawthorne’s.

            They took a few sips each before Claire began again not sure how what she was about to say would be received, but like all things of that nature it needed to be said so she began.

 “I met your husband twice, once in Atlanta at the CDC and again in Stockholm for the Nobel Prizes.  I want you to know how sorry I am about what happened and how you must feel.”

            “I’ve heard that so many times from so many people and none of them as any clue how I felt, still feel about it!”

 “Like if you’re living in a shadowland of memories and images.  You can see, feel, taste, smell and touch all that the two of you ever experienced together but its missing something to make it whole.  You search and you search for it, running from room to room in your mind certain you know where it is and if you just will it hard enough you’ll find it and make it whole again!  You see it, reach out your hand and close around it only to open your hand and find its not there and then you remember again where it is and the search starts all over.  Its like putting on his old sweater and smelling his scent all around you, the memories flood back, but not him and sooner than you think the sweater becomes a source of pain but you can seem to part with it because that pain would be greater than not having it at all so you keep it an torture yourself!  You lie awake in bed and remember the last time you made love and while your thinking of it your hand slides down between your legs and you imagine him there, how he used to touch and caress you.  Then you feel what you’re doing to yourself and your ashamed so you no longer think of that time again.  Slowly all the memories fade, but the pain and loneliness remain and soon there all that’s left.”

 “Joseph and I only knew each other a short while and only saw each other in fits and snatches.  He was killed on assignment and I nearly quit in despair and you know something I too my everlasting shame I let the despair get so deep inside me that I can’t recall anything about the last time we made love!  Is that about right Mrs. Hawthorne!” Claire said defiantly.

 “I’d love to find the bastards that killed the man I love and kill them oh so painfully, paying them back for all the pain they caused me!” she continued with water on her eyes.  “But that’s not bringing him back and its not going to bring back the memories either, they didn’t do that to me!  I did it to myself and I have to live with the fact that in my own way I killed Joseph as much than they did.  They took his life, but I erased his memories through my bitterness!”

Mrs. Hawthorne said nothing, which Claire interpreted as an apology.

“Now to the second thing I wanted to tell you.  DOOM is not amused with you, as I’m sure you have guessed by now!  So far you’ve done the picking and choosing of the targets but I can tell you the game is about to change or have perhaps Macao already taught you that Mrs. Hawthorne?” Claire questioned with more than a hint of knowledge.

The older woman was unfazed by all this but was still curious at the chance to gather more intelligence especially if it was being offered without her having to coax it out.  “Please do go on,” was all she said.

“You fell into Mrs. Yin’s trap and if the girl’s had been more experienced we wouldn’t be having this very pleasant chat.  Yet you managed to escape and kill both of them in the process, my congratulations!” Claire said.

“Yes I did!” the older woman challenged.

“This time!  As I said the girls were young, novices in their trade, with just slightly more training they would have known to strip you naked thus rendering you helpless, but the luck of the draw was with you as it has been with me many times.  The people and consequently the perils awaiting you now are a whole new level! I hope you’re prepared for it?” Claire warned.

“I have been so far but perhaps I need some more expert training?” she questioned looking at Claire with a cat who swallowed the canary smile.

“As tempting an offer as that is I have my own troubles and admirers at the present and mixing them, you and me together would not be a good plan.  I have enough trouble keeping myself alive I don’t need to add you to the mix!  Besides, I both think we’re happier being solo hunters given our natures.” Claire answered.  “About Mrs. Yin, she’s sexy, sly and slippery!  She can be beaten, but you usually have to go through her minions to get to her and even then unless you make sure she’s dead you can never be sure.  The last time I saw her she was wrapped in my friends Obi Sash in a Shimoi Knot and left to die, but as you can attest to she’s still alive, that doesn’t surprise me!” the spy answered before sliding a Cd across the small table to Mrs. Hawthorne.   “You’ll find all my data and C.O.I.L.'s as well on her is contained on the disk.”

“Thank you very much, for everything Miss Baxter I’ll put it to go use, but you know I still could use a session or two if I need to be at my best as you say?” Mrs. Hawthorne wooed with her voice, eyes and lips.  She could see Claire weakening to her will so she pressed.  “I’m staying in the penthouse of the Hammerskojd if you change your mind and I hardly ever go out.”

Claire said and showed nothing as she left the table silently.  Mrs. Hawthorne turned in her chair to watch her young figure gracefully walk away.  “Some answers, but still not enough!  The question is how best to extract them from you when you show up?”

* * * * * * * * * * *

“This is turning out even better than I could have hoped for!  I didn’t think she’d show but now that she has we can take care of them both and thanks to the hidden microphone you planted they can aid us in their own deaths!”

“How so?”

“I know Claire Baxter, she’ll show up for that session with Mrs. Hawthorne and you heard what she said about extracting more information!  That sly old bitch will find a way to get that information from Miss Baxter, but and here’s the good part, not before a long and exhausting ordeal leaving both of them weakened and at our mercy.   Whoever is left standing we’ll take care of together and then we’ll finish them both and by a singular coincidence I happen to have stayed in that very penthouse during and assignment once.”

“So?”

“It’s perfectly appointed to apply a most interesting death trap!”

* * * * * * * * * * *

Mrs. Hawthorne opened the door and smiled.  “You’re right on time my dear.  Of course I expected nothing less.  Please come in I’m quite eager to begin our session as you can see.”

“I can indeed,” Claire said as she eyed the woman standing in front of her before she turned and walked into away from her towards the middle of the large living room that had had all the furniture pushed to the walls to accommodate their workout.

Every curve and corner of Mrs. Hawthorne’s body was laid out, she knew deliberately for her to see!

“Was my choice of attire inappropriate?” the older woman asked as her hands swept slowly down her body from her shoulders to her hips.

The clear skin tight see-through bodysuit was left Claire’s imagination with nothing left to imagine except how this woman would feel wrapped about her or vice versa!  Mrs. Hawthorne was a usual turned out to perfection; her hair had been pulled up and piled stylishly on the top her head, her makeup as usual done to perfection including her trademarked luscious red lips.

Claire scanned her body; full strong shoulders, well muscled and toned but still wonderfully sexy!  Large full shaped alabaster coloured breasts with petite round rose coloured nipples strained and pushed against the bodysuit!  Claire noticed they jiggled delightfully when she walked and were very firm, much more so than Claire had expected which made her want to touch them all the more!  Her waste contoured down nicely to her firm hips and flat stomach telling Claire what she already knew, that this woman was in incredible physical condition from a rigorous workout routine.  When she’d walked away from her after greeting her guest at the door the spy had been treated to he tantalising sway and dense firmness of the woman’s full round ass, it was Claire knew as deadly a weapon as any other part of her the COIL agent could tell.  Mrs. Hawthorne’s leg’s wound down from her hips like two tapered pythons, strong, firm, lethally attractive and fatal to touch and hypnotic when she moved them!

“I think I gave you the wrong impression about this visit Mrs. Hawthorne.  I didn’t come to give you a physical workout but to help you with the other aspects that you’ll need.  I apologise if I gave you that wrong impression.” Claire said earnestly.  “Maybe I should just leave?”

The older woman had not expected this turnabout.  “What if its really all a trick on her part to throw me off or was I too eager and tipped my hand or perhaps I did misinterpret?  Damm I wish I could better read this complex young woman better!  What to do?” she thought and then decided to play along for a while to see where it led to.

“No please stay and no need to say your sorry its I who should for putting you in this embarrassing position.  Any help you can offer would be most appreciated,” the older woman answered.

Claire accepted graciously, slipped of her coat and walked over to the wall to wall window the covered one side of the penthouse giving the resident an incredible view of Copenhagen’s harbour and in time a truly incredible view of the sunset.

“You obviously don’t need any advice from me on seduction or choice of clothes, in fact I think I could learn a great deal from you on that matter!” Claire said as Mrs. Hawthorne glided into place beside her.

“I couldn’t seduce you so maybe that’s not entirely true,” the woman said with a turn of her head and slight tilt.

“And you’re still trying.” Claire smiled

“Touché!” the woman answered.

“Tell me what traps you’ve been exposed to so far but first tell me how you trained yourself for this life? I will say I fine you a most fascinating woman!” Claire questioned

“I’ve always kept myself in very good condition I just stepped up the program when I decided to take this course of action.  The rest of the package, well again, I’ve always had a flair for fashion and my husband always told me, as did several of my friends that I had a natural allure.  I developed my fighting style, The Deadly Rose, after watching my rose bushes during a storm one afternoon shortly after my husband’s death and I was contemplating all this.  The wind blew and gusted them about but it couldn’t break them in fact after the storm I surveyed the damage the rose stems had done to the other plants around them!  Tore them to shreds actually and most fascinating of all was that the flowers still remained, as soft and as beautiful as ever and not one petal was missing! From there the idea for a soft bending style that flowed gracefully and remained beautiful to the touch just evolved.  There are of course secret elements to it I only reveal to my victims and nobody else I hope you can understand that my dear?”

“Yes of course,” Claire answered.

“My contacts and my late husbands provide all the intelligence I need.  My weapons and other skills I’ve acquired through the same network and secret research.  The Twisting Vine I’m glad to say is the only time I’ve been trapped so far!  All my other encounters with DOOM have been surprise attacks or seemingly innocent encounters, all of them quick kills!”

“Yet you resisted the Twisting Vine for I assume many hours and escaped which proves to me you have the will and as I can see the conditioning to survive and that along with skill, intuition and a dash of luck is what makes a good agent,” Claire said before flipping Mrs. Hawthorne through the air and into the centre of the room!

The woman tucked rolled and came to her feet in one graceful motion then turned to face Claire.

“Excellent try my dear, but my intuition is functioning just fine!” Mrs. Hawthorne smiled as Claire came towards her.

The spy danced kicks and punches that the woman blocked with ease as did Claire her return salvoes!  Claire sped up the attack and for a while Mrs. Hawthorne kept up but soon she found herself on the floor again!

Again and again the older woman failed to score a hit on her much younger and faster opponent and just as before she ended up on the floor until the lesson ended.

“Never match speed for speed unless you can, use another tactic, your wiles, charms an unexpected trap, something! Neutralise the opponent then use your skills to finish the job!” Claire said.

“One more time!” Mrs. Hawthorne said as she got to her feet.

“Remember the unexpected!” Claire said as she stripped of her Tee and undid her jeans slowly pulling down the zipper before snapping a kick to the woman’s stomach and sit spinning the legs out from under her!

Mrs. Hawthorne nip upped to her feet and found a naked Claire stalking her.  Her Poison Rose scored several good blows but not the immobilising one she wanted and needed but her plan at long last was working she just needed several more minutes to make the young agent hers!  Claire flipped her to the ground and administered what would have been a fatal blow had she delivered it.

“That’s all for now Mrs. Hawthorne,” Claire said holding out a hand to help the woman up.

The woman smiled and instead of her hand slipped the flat of her foot into the spy’s hand before slowly winding it up her arm.  The spy didn’t react and pull away but let the woman continue.  A quick pull brought Claire off balance to the floor her free hand reaching out to break her fall.  The older woman’s free leg slithered rapidly into place around Claire’s neck the spy feeling the sensuous softness of the bodysuit against her neck!

Mrs. Hawthorne unwound her leg from Claire’s arm a slipped it down between the spy’s body and onto the floor!  She braced herself and pushed up on one foot taking the COIL agent with her to a standing position!  The older woman dropped her raised leg to the floor and adjusted Claire’s head softly but firmly in her thighs!  The spy’s legs were guided carefully into position on either side of Mrs. Hawthorne’s body and pinned by her arms to the woman’s sides!

Claire was helpless to counter the hold; she was face down from her only point of attack, Mrs. Hawthorne’s pussy.  Face up she could have orgasmed and weakened her and free herself, this way all she could do was struggle in vain which she did against the delicious body of this deadly woman!

“I have you my dear and you know it! Co-operate and it will be over quickly,” Mrs. Hawthorne soothed.

Claire was defiant; struggling her naked body and tensing her youthful form against Mrs. Hawthorne’s who let her writhe much to her delight!

“My trap worked to perfection against you! You were correct when you said never match speed for speed use an unexpected tactic so I did!  Tell me my little fry how does my Silken Slipper feel to the touch?  Quite delightful and delicious I suspect?  I discovered it in China a little time back; its purpose is to disorient the opponent with its touch.  Mostly used on men it does however work equally well on a woman. All that’s required is a few touches to the victim and then they are yours!  I noticed during our workout that you stayed away from grappling with me?  I suspect you thought my bodysuit was poisonous to the touch and you were correct all along you just misjudged the type of poison and how it was applied!” Mrs. Hawthorne said as she ran her arms over Claire’s legs sending the spy into convulsions of delight.

The older woman swayed and bent, gently tensed and twisted her body as she adjusted her opponent and weakened her at the same time.  Claire scratched the suit with her nails to the small laughter of her adversary.

“I’m afraid your nails are no match for the weave of the material my dear it’s impervious to cutting!  It’s said the Silken Slipper alone can kill with delight if applied by a woman of skill!  I however prefer other less pleasurable means of death for my victims!  Mrs. Hawthorne cooed and sway as she danced Claire’s interweaved form to stillness with a sudden constriction of her own body.  The older woman reached a hand into her piled hair and pulled out a metal cylinder, took the top off and turned the bottom several revolutions then applied her lipstick!  She replaced the tube, removed a pin from her hair and pricked herself with it and the antidote.

Claire felt the nuzzling of her pussy as she raged to escape her entrapment and then the first touch of Mrs. Hawthorne’s lips!  The spy immediately realised her fate!  The older woman worked her deadly lips with gentle persuasiveness bathing Claire with her poisonous kisses and stilling her body at the same time!

“My lipstick is very effective especially when applied in this manner little one,” Mrs. Hawthorne said before returning her lips to Claire’s and the task at hand.

 Claire’s labia were caressed with sticky sweet touches from the woman’s lips until slowly the entangled spy’s lips parted!  Mrs. Hawthorne unhurried worked slowly inward searing the spy with her tongue and lips all the time working her venom deep into her captured opponent her tongue and moist lips hot to the touch as she worked!

“Your resistance to my touch is impressive my dear but I’m afraid it’s all in vane!” the older woman said as she applied a second coat and resumed her duties.  Mrs. Hawthorne deftly teased Claire’s clitoris with a tender insistent touch building her young opponent to orgasm!  Claire on fire squirmed widely against the woman’s body increasing her pleasure, the woman relaxing her held victim just enough to allow it!

The spy slowed, then stopped, then began to moan in joy low purring rumbles escaping her as she thrashed in the hold joy over coming her!  Mrs. Hawthorne smiled, she’d succeeded, as she knew she would, the orgasm rushed the poison even faster into the blood stream it would be only a few minutes now!

The spy’s body relaxed more and more with the passing seconds until she was limp!  Mrs. Hawthorne undid her hold and laid Claire on the ground a smile crossing her dangerous lips as she touched them to Claire’s before going to work!

* * * * * * * * * * *

“I’m not convinced you’re telling me the complete truth my dear?  You’ve been very effective at fighting my truth serum lipstick so far.  But you can’t fight it and the Silken Slipper at the same time!” Mrs. Hawthorne purred as she expertly rubbed her body against the drugged stretched out COIL agent.

“I’ve given you all I know!” the spy said weakly.  “I thought we were allies? Why are you doing this to me?”

“I trust no one, not even COIL!  You possess information I require!  This is nothing more than a friendly business transaction,” the older woman said as she drew her legs up and down Claire’s!  The spy’s body jerked and arched to the stimulating touch of the woman’s bodysuit as a wall of crackling multihued lights went of inside her head as the spy came once more.

“That’s ten my dear!  You’re exhausted tell me what I want to know and you can rest!” Mrs. Hawthorne’s sugary voice dripped before she nipped the spy’s lips with hers several times

. “You already know everything you sorceress!” the spy gamely answered.

“Everything is a relative term my dear difficult spy,” the woman said as she shifted Claire’s form and started her touch attack again.

Patiently the older woman worked her skills pleasuring and questioning the agent again and again until Claire was totally hers!

“That’s better my dear!  Yes tell me more on that topic,” the woman hissed as she drew about the agent.

Claire spilled all she knew under the influence of the drugged lipstick and the Silken Slipper!  Mrs. Hawthorne drained her prey over the next several hours finishing her questioning with a stroking full body massage that broke Claire’s will completely!  When she completed her interrogation Mrs. Hawthorne released the spy to a crumpled heap on the floor.

“Thank you my dear for the information and the way you allowed me to extract it from you.  You resisted me magnificently, for a while at least!”  Mrs. Hawthorne let down her wet damp clinging hair and put the tub of lipstick in a drawer along with the information her spent victim had brought earlier.  Claire was deliciously everywhere on her, her smell, her sweat and her cum!  She carefully slipped her lethal body out of the ruined weapon and discarded it into the garbage.  She went into the bathroom to start a tub she knew Claire would be sluggish and no trouble for several more hours. She never heard the door open to the penthouse and the two enter.

Mrs. Hawthorne came back out the bathroom for pour herself a celebratory glass of wine in the kitchen when she took her first blow!  She fell forward gracefully turning her stumbling motion into a cartwheel that unfortunately ended with her being caught upside down!  The woman who had landed the first blow stepped quickly toward her and scored punches to her defenceless stomach!  Mrs. Hawthorne broke one of her legs free and snapped a kick landing in flush on the woman’s forehead and sending her backwards!  The older woman reversed the thrust of her kick and smashed it quickly into the collarbone of the woman who held her breaking her bondage as she half cartwheeled again only this time her feet made it to the floor.  She was caught in the narrow confines of the hall with a woman on either side of her and little chance of getting to the living room and more room!

Both women wore black spandex bodysuits one was blonde and the other was an Asian, maybe Korean with black hair.

“I’ll leave her to you!” the blonde said with a predatory smile as she vanished back up the hall.

 The Asian woman grinned then came on, her feet and hands a blur as the struck softly to Mrs. Hawthorne’s naked form, so softly she barely felt them!  Try as she might she couldn’t keep up the pace missing more blocks as time past.  The Asian woman pressed forward as the older back pedalled down the hallway and into the large living room where Claire should still have been laying too exhausted to even move, but she was missing as was the other woman!

Mrs. Hawthorne was soon glazed in a sheet of sweat and glowing, her hot body burning from her battle.  The Asian woman whipped a standing windmill front kick high to the head of her opponent; Mrs. Hawthorne bent forward at the waist as the kick whipsawed over her!   The older fighter when to straighten her torso just as the Asian woman’s leg swung back and wrapped around the back of her neck at the knee and tightened into place freezing Mrs. Hawthorne in place.  Accurate and damaging missile shots from her opponents arms landed one after the after for what seemed and eternity!  Mrs. Hawthorne’s body absorbing more damage while her ears crackled with the ‘Hees’ the Asian woman yelled!  One final punch found home before the Spandex assassin cartwheeled over on her hands snapping her ensnared victim with her as the two crashed to the ground Mrs. Hawthorne finding her body once again a bullseye for lethal kicks to her stomach and groin from the woman’s free leg.  The older warrior was finished her body beaten by her younger quicker adversary.  The Asian woman smiled as she looked back at her defeated foe and released her coiled leg.
           

“I’ll soften up Mrs. Hawthorne a little more,” she said to her blonde partner.  “I don’t think we’re in any rush are we?”

“None that I can think off,” the blonde smiled back.  “I have the trap and Mrs. Hawthorne’s partner already prepared for her when you’re ready of course, but do take your time and give Mrs. Hawthorne all she can withstand and then some she can’t!” she laughed and was son joined by the partner in the mocking derision.

 “Oh I’m sorry Mrs. Hawthorne!  Here we barge into your penthouse, attack you and soon will kill you and Miss Baxter and we haven’t even introduced ourselves.  Kim Park is my name and my partner’s Barbara Masters.  DOOM sent us to end your little escapade into the world of espionage.  Our eternal thanks on making contact with Miss Baxter and in rendering her so ineffective you saved us a great deal of trouble. As Barbara told me earlier, ‘two for the price of one’ but first me have some more fun at your expense!”

Kim Park turned the stricken woman over on her stomach, bent her legs up at the knee and carefully crossed them over each other.  Carefully she cupped her feet under the woman’s chin and lay down across the back of the woman her chest pinning Mrs. Hawthorne’s crossed legs in place and removing them from play! She reached back, seized and wrist locked the older woman’s hands to hers then pulled with her feet.

“Soft Bamboo Yoga Mrs. Hawthorne is a speciality of mine and the Tender Shoot position a personal favourite,” Kim laughed.  “As the trap progresses you head will slowly be drawn up my legs bending you into an ever more painful hold over time!”

The entangled woman squirmed and thrashed, twisted and wiggled but she couldn’t escape.  Kim pulled slowly and effortlessly bent the woman expertly in her trap as her tired body bowed outward in an increasing radius!  Mrs. Hawthorne’s superbly sculpted body flexed, her responsive muscles answering her call as she slowly and stubbornly decreased the radius.

“You’ll find me not as pliable nor as weak as you had hoped Miss Park!” the prone woman taunted.

“On the contrary Mrs. Hawthorne I had hoped for just such a situation.  It gives me longer to enjoy your splendid entrapped form within mine!  A quick end would have been such a disappointment for me!” Kim countered.

“Your Tender Shoot is ingenious and insidious in is simplicity Miss Park,” the older woman offered in mock complimented her opponent.

“I’m glad you appreciate its delicate and deadly nature.  You’re wonderfully shapely and I’m totally convinced lethal legs have been taken out of the equation!  In fact they actually work against you in this hold!  If you put even the slightest amount of pressure on them you bow yourself out in the hold so your only means of defence is your upper body and over time it cannot combat the pulling force of my legs!” Kim said clinically.

Mrs. Hawthorne didn’t need the technical description of her predicament she could figure out all to well for herself the surgical nature of the Tender Shoot.  The older woman kept her body active looking for an escape, her fingers danced with Kim’s as she tried to counter the wrist lock, Kim let her have a few small victories before closing off any further advances and retrenching her position.  The DOOM woman cinched the hold a little, enough to bring a response from her prey.  Mrs. Hawthorne strained her neck and shoulders until she pulled back even again with Kim their bodies lying parallel to each other.

“Wonderful Mrs. Hawthorne!  You have great strength and determination but not the ability to break free of me or do you?” Kim posed to her.

“Maybe you don’t have the strength to finish me young lady?” she queried.

“Over time Mrs. Hawthorne!” was all Kim offered.

Kim let the old woman tweeze and slither in her hold knowing each fruitless manoeuvre spent more of her limited energy all she had to do was hold on and wait.  Trapped, she tried every escape attempt she could think of even inventing a few!  She came to rest in a pool of her own labours, her body lathered and dripping and her chest heaving in exhaustion.  She rested, her body immediately pulled tight by Kim forcing her to battle and stalemate once more before somehow she miraculously willed her sheened body into another flurry of activity!  She slumped after an impossible five minutes of one sided combat with a small splash into the sweat puddle she’s laboured to create!  Kim smiled and pulled the woman tighter than she had ever been in the Tender Shoot and Mrs. Hawthorne this time could not pull back, a few lunges and strains produced nothing to loosen her bondage as her head slipped into Kim’s mid calves!
           

Mrs. Hawthorne’s face showed the pain her body was wracked in as Kim Park bowed her slowly back upon herself!  Her torso was stretched and taut, her large breasts stiff and erect flowing water off them, little droplets catching and hanging on her pin pricked nipples before being seized by gravity and falling to the pool of previous futility below!

“I enjoy the Tender Shoot so much more when I’m naked.  It’s more intimate feeling my heated sweating victim squirming helplessly beneath me as they try and escape my body!” Kim mocked as she danced her lithe frame above Mrs. Hawthorne’s.

The DOOM agent circled her small hard ass slowly in an entrancing motion as she levered the woman up to her knees!

“You seem to have no answer to my deadly dance Mrs. Hawthorne?  I will say that for a woman of your age,” which she said in an insulting way.  “You are very flexible!  I like that in my victims as it makes killing them so much more enjoyable!”

Kim worked the bowed woman up her legs and into her thighs, shifting them from side to side in almost orgasmic delight as she pulled the woman higher and higher around her soft firm muscles.  Soaked in sweat and flaming to the touch Mrs. Hawthorne’s pain receivers overload begging her to scream as a form of relief.  She pushed the urge away and endured silently hoping it would end soon her body spent she could offer nothing more.  Kim moved her to mid thigh, her deadly muscles flowing around the woman’s neck like to hungry snakes!  Mrs. Hawthorne’s breathing became shallow and gasping as she fought to live even in the face of death.  Kim slithered her slip hips side to side in a slow action increasing the radius with each turn.  The action twisted her entwined victim’s spine even more and increasing the torment!

“Just a little added bonus Mrs. Hawthorne!  No extra charge,” she laughed.

The torment went on for what seemed forever, endless unstoppable pain and no means of escape save death.

“Ah, I see you’re enjoying the Tender Shoot Mrs. Hawthorne!” Barbara said as she re-entered the room.  “I’m impressed you’re still conscious, most victims don’t last this long in Kim’s legs.  I’m ready on my end, how about her?” Barbara said as she turned to Kim.

“Another five minutes and she’ll be tenderised!” Kim said as she worked her hips even wider.  Mrs. Hawthorne counted every second, anything to distract from the pain until mercifully Kim Park uncoiled her trap and she collapsed.  The woman picked her up and carried her down another hall and into the Sauna!

* * * * * * * * * * *

“I think you two ladies are going to, I don’t know if enjoy is the right word, lets just say you’re going find the Pillar of Snakes interesting!” Barbara Masters smiled.  “I recently found it in an ancient Trojan text while doing some research in their means of execution.  I have added only one small twist to it, if you’ll pardon the pun, that being the heat from the sauna.   I find it adds an erotica element to the trap!”

“Kim and I have intricately tied the two of you into each other and this supporting pole in the Hellenic Knot.  The twine around you has been coated in caesium, which as you know degrades at a constant rate! As it degrades the twine will slowly tighten around you contracting and pulling your two bodies together, deeper into the knot and eliminating your chances of escape! Oh yes ladies, there is escape from this trap, but only for one of you!  The question is which one of you will it be?  You see not only does the twine draw you in but also so do you own movements of course within the knot itself.   As time passes and each of you fights the other to for escape what in really happens is that both of you end up dying, at least that’s what the histories I read recorded.”

“I’ve adjusted the sauna water drop controls to keep the air very moist and hot in here just to make it more of a challenge for you.  If the knot doesn’t kill you, which it will, the heat most certainly will!  Goodbye Mrs. Hawthorne and Miss Baxter I hope you enjoy your last intimate moments together!” Barbara Masters said as she and Kim Park left closing the door to the sauna and leaving the two naked coiled women alone.

One of Claire’s legs was bent at the knee around Mrs. Hawthorne’s neck and the pulled down and around the pole in such a way she could move it.  Her other leg was wrapped around the woman’s waist crossed in front and positioned between the woman’s leg.  Mrs. Hawthorne’s legs were coiled around Claire’s chest her toes placed strategically upon the spy’s nipples.  Both women’s sets of arms were entangled in the twine and each other’s bodies rendering them useless despite their frantic pulls and tugs to free them!

Already hot both women began to steam in the torrid atmosphere of the sauna their bodies dripping perspiration on the floor and each other, as they became slick and burnished!  Claire now recovered attacked her partner as she shifted her foot and body slightly as she pulled Mrs. Hawthorne’s head next to hers in a close hug to prevent a possible future attack from the woman and begin one of her own!  One she hoped would gain her freedom! All she had to do was wait for the knot to squeeze them closer together.

Mrs. Hawthorne tried to respond but her back, so long the victim of Kim’s Tender Shoot was still too sore to counter the spy’s delicate positioning moves with her legs.  She needed more time to recover before she could counterattack Claire.  Until that time she concentrated on healing herself with some deep meditation.

Claire worked her body drawing the Hellenic Knot tighter around them and especially Mrs. Hawthorne who although deep in her meditation countered unconsciously as best she could.

“Not this time Mrs. Hawthorne!” Claire whispered in her ear.  “My body’s going to slip you deep into the knot before you can recover!”

The sultry spy worked her cunning oily body about the woman in a graceful tango of limbs defeating her opponent slowly and effectively with her lithe form.  Claire was scorching hot, but Mrs. Hawthorne’s trapped body was limp and baking from the spy’s embrace!  The COIL agent adjusted the two of them with a small wiggle of her hips and a smile as her foot slipped into position around the woman’s pubic mound!  The woman gasped as she felt one of the spy’s toes gently circle her labia with feathery touches.

“It is an erotic hold Mrs. Hawthorne and as such deserves an equally erotic conclusion which I know, from our earlier encounter you’ll fully appreciate!  Have you in your brief career on my side of the fence ever been in the coils of a constrictor Mrs. Hawthorne?” Claire asked in a sexy whisper as her toe navigated its course.  Its painful at the end, but before then, its arousing, erotic, sexy and yes sometimes, depending on how the snake wraps you it can be quite orgasmic and that holds true even if the snake has two legs!” Claire continued in her sexy whisper feeling the woman respond to her voice, as she knew she would!  “Just let my coils envelop you in their pleasuring squeeze.  You’re hot and moist to the touch, just a few more circles and there I have you!” Claire toned hypnotically as her toe parted the woman’s gates and slipped inside.

“I knew you couldn’t resist my touch, even though you knew it was fatal, you still have to taste my sweet poison.  I will reward you with a dose of venom shortly!” Claire felt the woman’s excited body about hers as she worked her to orgasm with methodical precision.

Mrs. Hawthorne knew she was much to deep in the knot to escape and Claire was much to deep in her!  She surrendered herself to the erotic kinky nature of the hold and her opponent’s seductive voice.  She refused to aid Claire in bringing her to orgasm, she decided to let the snake do all the work she would just enjoy the coils!  Claire felt the woman’s body submit with satisfaction.

 The twine was tightening fast about them, as was the knot.  Both women were weak from the heat, sticky and fused together in their flesh furnace.  Claire was fevered from her labours on Mrs. Hawthorne and weakening fast. Mrs. Hawthorne was barely conscious, her body aflame in Claire’s death grip as she dripped about the woman.

 The spy stung her victim a few minutes later feeling her cum as the woman moaned and jerked her body in delight.  Claire refused to release her struggling prey, instead she coiled deeper and with her opponents satisfied lubrication built her again to joy!

 “Struggle in my coils Mrs. Hawthorne it makes the experience so much better for the both of us!  Feel my grip, my domination of you, my slithery body all about you and the pleasure I bring!” Claire hissed playing up the kinky sex for the woman and for her!  “One final orgasm and it will be over,” Claire hissed as she worked herself into position.

 She worked on her opponent with everything skilful tactic she had but the woman would not yield to her as the twine closed about them.  The spy who had been resisting the twine released her tensed body and was rewarded with pain so sharp she screamed as the two woman were entwined and knotted almost motionless!  Claire kept her hold on Mrs. Hawthorne during the ordeal their new position giving her, just as she had hoped, a better vantage point from which to work!  This time she couldn’t resist and Mrs. Hawthorne quivered and then shook with joy allowing Claire her hard fought freedom as she slipped her entangled steamy body free of her opponent and the twine!

* * * * * * * * * * * *

 “There that should finish you nicely!” the spy smiled.  “Now hold still and stop struggling and it will be over before you know it!” Claire said as she tensed and then snapped her body quickly transferring the energy to the held woman who convulsed for a few seconds and then went limp as Claire released her gently to the awaiting sofa.  “Better?”

            “Much, in fact like new. How did you..”

            “Trade secrets from my Yoga teacher,” Claire said as she handed Mrs. Hawthorne a glass of cool water.

 “I suppose your sexual manipulation of me in the Pillar of Snakes makes us somewhat even so perhaps we can erase today and start over?” Mrs. Hawthorne asked sincerely.

            “My manipulation was totally necessary for us to escape!” Claire said.  “Yours was totally unnecessary and born of unwarranted mistrust!  However, I don’t think dwelling on it serves any purpose and besides I had a wonderful time being interrogated by you.  I however don’t think any of the information you got from me will be of much use!”

 Mrs. Hawthorne looked up from her drink with a quizzical expression before Claire continued.

 “A trap can sometimes contain a trap my dear Mrs. Hawthorne.  All the information you obtained I made up and supplanted in my subconscious by transcendental meditation the day before. You and I both knew from our first meeting that I’d come again!  You are a hard woman to resist!” Claire said with a genuine smile.  “I knew you try and extract information from me in a pleasant way so I played along until I gave you what you wanted.  I only hope I didn’t disappoint you?”

 “Not in the least my dear!”

            “Of course I didn’t count you attracting such high level enemies so soon.  Barbara Masters and Kim Park are top agents and you saw the results first hand!  Kim Park took all of thirty seconds to defeat and imprison you Mrs. Hawthorne!  Congratulations you’ve graduated to the big leagues!  From here on in you can expect more of the same and if you don’t elevate your game you’ll be dead inside of six months!” Claire said raising her glass of water in salute.  The spy watched her words sink in and take hold before see spoken again.  “Luckily, I’m here and so are a few of my friends and just for the record you’re really very good just the way you are, we’ll just make you better and of course deadlier!”

 “You still haven’t explained the sauna and your domination of me?” Mrs. Hawthorne said innocently.

“I helps when you have a friend with degree in Archaeology!  What Barbara thought was new, my friend had discovered over six months ago along with the means of escaping it, which she removed, from the original text!” Claire said between swallows of water.  “Although I must say it was touch and go near the end!  Your stubborn resistance forced me to take us deeper in the hold in order to move you into a more advantageous position!  I took the brunt of the pain for most of the time because I could sense you were too badly hurt too withstand it!”
 
            “Why didn’t you just tell me you knew a way out all along?” Mrs. Hawthorne asked with a small amount of anger in her voice.

 “After what you’d just done to me you would most likely would have thought I was lying to save my own skin and punish you.  No, I didn’t need you finding survival stores of energy to battle me so that we both would have died!  I needed to act fast, strike first and get you helpless so I could free us!” Claire answered.

            “You’re right of course!” Mrs. Hawthorne offered.  “So where do we go from here?

 Claire smiled thinking of the endless possibilities!