Three's Company for Death

Rica saw the flash out of the corner of her eye, turning just in time to feel the thud of the body against hers.  Rica got her arms half raised before they frozen by the girls finger and toe pressure about her neck and lower spine respectively.   The surprised agent tried to snap a kick but found her legs frozen as well, not by a nerve pinch but the presence of another girl!  The girls quickly pillared their opponent, their long slender bodies snaking about the woman to a sensuous twist of flesh. 

 Once the bottom girl had enough of her the top one released the nerve lock but not before implanting a soft slow kiss on Rica’s lips, the agent went numb immediately. 

 “Thai toxin Miss, mild dose, enough to freeze you for 30 seconds so I can entwine you without a struggle,” the girl smiled as she explained.

 Thirty seconds was more than sufficient for the girls to entangle themselves into her naked body and take away her freedom.  Rica was bracketed in a wall of flesh, all of her 5’4” frame knotted by her assassins as they wormed their knot deeper into her resisting form. 

 “You have been wrapped in Bangkok Body Rub Knot, death is slow and painful as the knot as two lethally interactive components for you to fight.  In conjunction with the knot my partner and I also use our bodies to administer a Thai Massage, a slow pleasurable caressing rub of your form by ours, the result, a relaxing of your muscles allowing more constricting of ours as we draw the knot to its deadly conclusion,” the top girl hissed.

 The spy wiggled her form inside the nest of knots she found herself trapped in.  The girls, slim, sexy and seductive had consumed her with the ease and skill of seasoned assassins.  The girls let her undulate and pull her form in any manner she wanted, they had her in their ancient craft, she was finished, she just didn’t know it yet. 

 “Uhhh, ooooh, unnnnna!” Rica grunted as she pulled and stretched her nubile physique in hopeless efforts of escape. 

 “We’re too much for you Miss I fear.  What we lack in strength we more than make up for in technique.  Our bodies have been trained from a young age for this and our selection of this knot for you was not by chance.  The Bangkok Body Rub Knot was designed for Western women, because of their larger size than Asian women.  Even though you are a Pinay you have a Western female’s body, fuller and more difficult kill with a traditional Thai Knot, but not with this knot.  We have banded about you and you cannot break free, your exquisite Pinay form encased by our mere slips of bodies who at this moment are massaging you to your death,” the girl said again.

 Rica ignored her foes and contained to wrench her form in their coils even as the girls buzzed theirs against hers in the Thai Massage.   Everywhere she tried to pry herself free them had her, her legs weaved and crossed and coiled by the lower girl felt like they’d been wound in steel, her arms weaved and straight above her head had been laced and tied by the other, her toes holding her fingers locked to them.  The girls even had their long braided ponytails woven into her.

 “Soon you should begin to feel out naked knot commence its Thai Massage, a languid stroking of your firm flesh within ours.  Over the hours my partner and I will weaken you and collapse you to the ground, from there we will continue the body rub as we suction our knot about you in a slow contraction.”

 The spy swivelled and swept her form about in place, their knot prevented any movement of her legs or feet so she danced in place.  Her ass contracted and released driving power up her body into her shoulders as she sought to break the girls grip.  Rica was stymied in her effort, her legs fared no better and her hip thrusts were easily absorbed away by the pliant duo. 

 “Every part of you has been seen to, you are totally neutralised by us Pinay.  Instead of fighting a losing battle you should relax and let us finish you quickly and pleasurably along the way,” the bottom girl said coyly.

“I’ll choose my own sexual partners thanks,” Rica grunted as she strained.

“Suit yourself, but there will come a time in this session when you will welcome our more exciting strokes,” she replied.

The girls rubbed and danced slowly over her, their trained bodies slithering like an endless snake lightly over her flesh, deadening her muscles and sparking her desire at the same time.  Rica worked her body, an arsenal all by itself under normal circumstances, against the Thai limpets.  The Pinay woman rolled her body against the two adhesive vixens, her efforts being rewarded with deeper cuddling by her naked sexy foes who now employed their lips on her.

 Rica felt hot tongues and swathing runs about her neck coupled with wet kisses, the girls over the minutes working closer to her lips. 

“We can be quite persuasive Pinay, come to our lips and experience other form of Thai Massage.”

“Move to us trapped woman.”

Rica fought the urge to seize the nearest set of lips; her passion on boil from the girls touches and rubs.

The girls moved closer to her lips, dusting her with light touches to the corner of her mouth and sharp flicks of their tongues.  Rica struggled as the couple attacked her, their smooth, supple sweet smelling bodies breaking her will slowly as she knew they desired.

The C.O.I.L. agent twitched her head in defence only to end up finding her lips meeting one of her executioners.  The girl wasted no time sealing hers to Rica’s and then steaming the entwined spy’s lips open with her touch, her tongue shooting forward and into contact with her prey.  She was soon lost in both their lips, the two tonguing her at the same time a tactic that brought her to orgasm.  The girls cinched their knot tighter as she came, their soft bodies vibrating the spy more deeply as they broke her will.  

“We knew you’d succumb to our lips, Thai women have many seductive skills to breakdown even the most resistant of foes.”

“We are trained to use our whole bodies in various arts, one compliments the other.”

Almost as soon as the words had past her lips she was teasingly pulling Rica back to her with soft nips and a flicking running tongue tip around her lips.  The spy was back in their thrall once more, the girls alternating on her as they worked the massage into her writhing baking form.  Hours of kissing and cuddling wore the meshed spy down and her muscles, the girls coiling when required into her spent and pliant flesh until they had her absorbed and their dancing lithe forms until she could no longer support herself.

Rica fell to the floor with a thud, the massage working its relaxing death effectively.  With the girls on either side of her she laid on her right side, her body still flexing inside their clasp in futile bids for freedom.  She’d withstood four hours before falling, her determination, willpower and fitness level allowing her to withstand the two massaging minx’s for what seemed an eternity. 

“Now we will begin for real, the preliminary event of getting you to the floor has been accomplished.  Our bodies will now demonstrate their true lethal training.”

Rica turned her head toward the mirror on the wall, the duo were everywhere on her, their sylph like forms married to hers as they kneaded away on her body.  The C.O.I.L. agent in spite of her exhaustion kept her body active to ward off anymore of their muscle weakening rub, her wet slick body lubricating her exertions, as she slithered her form within the embrace of death. 

 The girls simply let her squirm, her body although strong was secured in theirs and relaxing with each passing minute.  They could feel her straining gainfully inside their elastic bodies, her power pulling at their science.  Too many women and men had found out how impossible it was to extricate themselves from a Thai woman trained in human knots.  Rica moved ceaselessly, rolling her entwined form about the floor, as she fevered to free herself from the Siamese constrictors. 

“Roll and slide all you wish Pinay you have no chance of escape, we have you totally entangled.”

 Rica slithered endlessly and exhaustively, her body flexing and straining to madness as she hammered it against their flesh.  The girls simply let their bodies rub and contact their prey as the knot demanded, the supple bodies unhurriedly pursuing her death. Soft flesh crept carefully into place as the massage went on unabated Rica superheated in the humid confines of the girls hold, her body running in sweat. 

The girls kissed and nuzzled the pillar Pinay, their deadly sexual skills working her to orgasm and their clasping bodies into her.  She pulled and pulled as they worked her body slow to react to their massage and determined to win.  Silky appendages buried her and worked her until she relaxed and they had her.  They let the knot work on her until she was buried in them; they closed about her and waited for her death, her deadly naked form furnaced in Thai flesh. 

The C.O.I.L. agent boiled inside them, the heat further weakening her resolve.  The girl’s smooth willowy flesh closed further around her, she was entangled endlessly in their deadly art form, their sexy bodies’ messengers of death about her.  The massage deadened her slowly over time, the girl’s hard young physiques cuddling tighter with each passing minute.  They worked her impotent over the next hours until she was still inside their closing flesh, her body knotted and sexually spent.

“Death and relief is only minutes away Pinay, our bodies have completed another assignment,” one said.

Rica lay stricken inside them their grip of iron bands closing her down until she was crushed inside their hungry flesh.  The girls undid their grip and discarded her dead body, their weapon totally effective.