Fashionista - Chapter 6

Rachel curled in close to his back, her legs restlessly curling tighter about his waist, her toes occasionally and teasingly straying into his lap where they found a responsive welcome.  She never went too far and replaced that touch of her limbs with a kiss to the back of his or ear or any place she could reach along with a full press of her body to his back, the scent of her hair, fallen over his shoulder, the mix of her smell and her touch more than compensation for the secession of her legs. 

They had a leisurely breakfast, shared as they cuddled on a lounger by the pool and worked together on a logic puzzle David was fond of doing and Rachel was soon passionate about as well. 

Tomorrow was her appointment to pick up the Intel and she was determined to this free day and David was equally determined.  To that end they had filled the day with activities that the resort offered.  First up was snorkeling then a scuba diving lesson and dive.  Rachel had of course done both in her career, the one David knew nothing about, but she had decided to act the role of a neophyte in both. 

‘It just keeps things simpler between us,’ she thought. 

She was happy there was no hang gliding, repelling, high speed driving, target shooting or other activities she had done on the menu.  A public announcement for a porter requesting all those going for the snorkeling/scuba lesson should assemble on the beach in 15 minutes snapped her back to the present.

‘I need to change and gather a few things in a bag, I’ll meet you down there,’ she said, kissing the back of his neck and uncoupling from him.  She danced off toward her suite; David watched for a few seconds then departed for his.arrived first, partly because he had less to pack and partly or mostly to see Rachel walk toward him.

                

He was not disappointed, not that he ever expected to be, no it was more the anticipation of seeing what she would wear and she always surpassed his imagination.  He watched her feet sink lightly into the white sand, her body shifting slightly as the ground gave way, giving her more of a natural sway than usual.  A hand took his and they stepped onto the dock then onto the boat joining the others. 

While the boat slowly crawled out and around the spit men and women gathered round to answer a few questions from the dive instructor and learn how.  Rachel even asked a few questions to keep up appearances,

Asking a few questions here and there before they all got into the blue water for more instruction.  They day pasted by too quickly but she cheered herself up knowing she still had the night before business tomorrow.

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Her choice of outfit reflected very closely her new style, colours be muted as such, they took away the glaring edge vibrant shades can sometimes give off and put all the focus back on her.  The sundress hugged in all the places, the cut, a Jessica suggestion gave her toned body a chance to show off, but not so much leaving the onlooker wishing for more.  Accentuated with a pair of retro sixties sunglasses, a few bangles that picked up the colours in the dress and a clutch she showed money and sophistication, just the look she desire.  She’d even put on her bikini hoping for a swim later.

Rachel shifted the Mini into third and pushed the accelerator down, the 225h engine smoothly coming to life.  The car was a pleasure to drive; it responded to the slightest touch from the driver and hugged the road, its short wheel base and racing suspension sweeping in and out of corners majestically.  She wished David was next to her, mostly to torment him with her love of speed on the sharply turning coast road, but business, namely her secretive business got it the way of him tagging along.

‘Speaking of business,’ she thought retrieving the wireless memory stick from her purse and inserting it into the port on the dash.  See watched the sticks lights flash to life and the upload bar on the dash gradually fill sold until the upload registered complete.  I few minutes later she got a confirmation that the data had been received.

‘Mission completed,’ she smiled.

The car dove into the corner with ease then slowed before veering off the shoulder and into the sand of the beach before rolling to a slow stop.  The spy touched her head then slumped forward as her world closed into darkness.

‘Wakey wakey Miss Sparks, the shows about to start,’ the spy heard a voice say, the haze in her mind unsure if see was dreaming of not. 

She blinked her eyes they tentatively coming into focus about her feet clear blue warm water lapping at them in the sand.  She moved her toes, squishing the sand between them to stimulate the rest of her body into recovery.  

‘There we are back from the Land of Nod.  Hope you had pleasant dreams because your reality is about to become a nightmare.’

Rachel knew it was a female voice and it sounded like she should know it, but she couldn’t yet focus her eyes and her hearing was drawing blank with the second perception to aid it.  Finally after what seemed like an eternity of time and shifting sand with her feet her eyes focused then widened in recognition.

‘Miss Howett?’ she said in a combination of surprise and distain. 

‘Oh it’s not what you’re thinking Miss Sparks or can I call you Rachel as we got along so well this morning  when you came to my shop for the information FORCE wanted an other things,’ Marianne Howett explained in a self-satisfied voice as she reached up and removed Rachel’s earrings.

‘You have an excellent fashion sense, but these are part of my exclusive collection,’ she added.  This one conceals a tracking device; it’s activated when the post enters the backing.  It makes it so much easier to track my quarry.  Of course I had hoped to find you at the bottom of a cliff or smashed into a rock outcropping, once you fell asleep, which is what this earring does,’ she explained showing the second one.  ‘Once connected the post heats up just enough to break a thin membrane and secrete the drug of my choice, in this case a sleeping toxin.  If all had gone to plan the police would have found your burned body and concluded either excessive speed or losing control as the cause of death.  Of course there’d be nothing left of you to autopsy, but things didn’t go according to plan.  Oh you FORCE agents , you’re a suborn non co-operative lot, but no matter, this way is more in keeping with the exotic nature of our lifestyle,’ Marianne added with a smile.

‘I’ve already sent the information you gave me,’ Rachel said defiantly as her body and her faculties came fully back to her as she tried to lunge at her adversary but found she was restrained.

‘Good for you, that’s what I expected.  It is low level intelligence, more than worth trading for the life of an agent, as was the intention all along.  Now to immediate circumstances, as I said I had hoped for a crash but this method will leave even less of you, namely nothing for anyone to find.’

Rachel tried again to lunge forward, her first attempt had told her it was fruitless but she needed an outlet for her anger, which she achieved along with mocking laughter.

 ‘Try all you want Miss Sparks you’re firmly bound in place, both at the wrists and ankles,  as I’m sure you can tell,’ Marianne offered. 

‘What is this stuff!’ the exasperated spy demanded.

‘It has a proper botanical name, but for simplicity sake I call it Solidifying Seaweed.    It’s the only carnivorous plant in the ocean, but instead of waiting for its prey to swim or crawl by it prefers to float freely with the current attaching to anything it comes into contact with.  Once affixed by even the most tenuous of touches it will expand and surround its prey attaching tendrils that slowly absorb its victim over time even the bones.  Once the tide comes in you’ll be slowly covered in it.  Once the tide goes out you’ll be carried out to sea t to be devoured never to be seen again,’ Marianne explained a smile of self-satisfaction curling on her lips.

Rachel resisted the impulse to luge again knowing it would only give her adversary the chance to gloat again, she did it anyway.

‘You FORCE girls are so stoic in the face of death is that training or just how you are?’ Marianne smiled.  ‘Well no time for a discussion, I can feel that tide coming in,’ she said turning and walking a fee steps before looking over her shoulder and smiling.  ‘Good choice of bikini leaves little to imagination and so much more for the seaweed to cling to.’

Rachel watched her disappear around a corner; she could hear nothing more except the constant gurgling and lapping of water against her legs and the rock walls of the long twisting cavern she was imprisoned in.  Clear blue warm water slowly began to fill the channel she was in, it was up to her knees now and no matter how hard she pulled she could not loosen her ensnarement.  As the water rose to mid-thigh Rachel saw the first ominous signs of the seaweed coming toward her on the tide. 

The spy churned her hips, circling them about, thumping them back and forth in a furtive attempt to create a wave the fight the tide, a cluster of the weed found her skin just above the knee and stayed.  Rachel’s body shivered in spite of the warm day and water, she tried to thrust it off, only to see it slowly and teasingly creep about her its tendrils spreading up to encapsulate her mid-thigh. 

The water splashed into the narrow crevice, some seaweed depositing on rocks where it clung to lichen and other plant life, one cluster found a slashed onto a ledge where a crab had been picking and small snails, Rachel watched as the greenery entrapped the creature before they fell off into the water to its grave.

Unable to manufacture even the smallest amount of counter thrust to the rising water Rachel was reduced to spectator as the waters rose and the seaweed increased in frequency.  A patch found the top of her bikini brief, a few shoots curling about the lip of the fabric and underneath then spreading about and around her slim shapely figure.  A patch floated in and stuck to her stomach her defined muscles churning and moving in the vain hope of successful discard. 

She did deduce on thing, Marianne did not intend to let her drown, that would have been too easy and left part of her exposed to try and free herself should the seaweed detach early.  No the woman clearly wanted her covered, her arms and been bound in the stuff and placed behind her back to be further enmeshed by the flotsam of botanical death.  She could also sense the rise in the waters slowing which if she roughly calculated would stop at the top of her neck.  Rachel marveled at her calmness, a year ago, even less than that, she would have been in a complete panic, unable to think or strategize.  She knew her situation was dire, but somehow she managed to maintain calm focusing on what other agents had always told her, always have a trick up your sleeve and successful agents aren’t always the most beautiful.  Rachel Sparks was beautiful now she needed to add in the other ingredients.

The rising waters forced the spy to make herself as tall as possible, going up on her toes making her already gorgeous legs look even more stunning.  She had calculated correctly, the water stopped just at the cleft in her chin.  Rachel arched her head up to keep from swallowing sea water.  From her neck down she was covered in seaweed, expanding and encircling her, only small patches of her skin and bikini were visible.    She could feel the fronds edging along her skin; they were not tight, just firmly against her, making movement slow and requiring great use of energy.

The water began to recede and with it the grasp of the seaweed against the rock, sensing a little freedom Rachel twisted and writhed, the water bubbling about her as she struggled.   Rachel snapped and whipped her body, like a fish caught on a line until she broke free of the rock and began floating out of the fissure with the tide her motion doing as she hoped and carrying her toward a small nodule of rock.  The sexy spy twisted around and dragged her wrists along the wall managing to snag the spur in spite of having her hands behind her back.

The water nymph used the receding tide waters and her own back and forth motion to try and cut the seaweed bind free from her hands, while her body used the same motion to rub itself vigorously against the rock shelf.  The surging sea pushed her back and forth, nearly dislodging her several times, but she hung on tenaciously refusing to be bucked off. The relentless undulations finally took their toll, a large inward thrust of power and then the accompanying massive withdrawal as the water rushed out of the crevice forced her off, she dropped into the water and was carried along with the current, her body twisting and writhing, preforming a series of spectacular undulations as it snaked in the water. 

The open sea was visible out of the corner of her eye as Rachel snapped and thrashed until finally her wrists came free, she forced her arms forward and above her head whilst her body shifted sideways to full stretch just managing to catch the top of her feet and her fingers on the craggy facing of the last narrows before the open water. 

Still immersed in the waves Rachel knew she had to get above them or face the certainty of being dislodged and swept out to sea and certain death.  Delicately she inched one foot along the rock wall gradually curling in toes inward so they could probe for a fissure to seize on to.  A sign of relief showed on her face as she found one then began the process of repeating the steps for the other leg.  Secured she inched her body upward out of the water, the strain of fighting the water instantly

replaced by the effort to fight gravity.  Water drained off of her in a series of steady tiny streams that little by little turned into steady drips.  They coursed across her taut form, her toned muscles straining to keep her from falling into the precipice while the sun began to dry her out.

She watched the water slowly, very slowly run out until finally it was only ankle deep as it was at the start.  Rachel relaxed and fell, turning her hips so she landed on her feet in the soft sand.  She moved quickly out of the corridor and into the full sun where she stood and let the light and the heat dry out the seaweed enough that she could start to remove it in clumps from her body revealing the delectable form so cruelly covered up by the foliage.

Removing the final strands she walked to the road, her car had been removed.  ‘No doubt so as to not draw suspicion to the area,’ she thought. ‘Guess I’ll have to hitchhike back to the resort, lucky, I have on presentable attire,’ she smiled at the thought and the first car along stopped.

She chatted amiably with her rescuer as they drove along while she concocted a story to tell.  She settled on taking some sightseeing advice making a wrong turn and having the car break down then finding out see didn’t have cell service and having to walk to get help then having to wait for the rental car company to come and get her and the car and then the paperwork.  She even covered why they didn’t give her another car because her stay was at an end tomorrow she didn’t need another and would just take advantage of the shuttle the resort provided.  She believed it and David did to when she explained it, her training coming in handy once again. 

He fussed over her for the rest of the day, ordering room service, drawing a bath for her and even massaging her feet later.  Rachel was relived and a little disappointed when later he didn’t pursue her in bed, but quickly changed her mind, she was not up to it, he could sense it and his arm around her, his body against her back was in many ways better, she fell asleep instantly.

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Their final day was supposed to be a cruise for all the patrons, but Rachel did not feel up to it or so she led David into thinking.  In reality she had a call with FORCE to clarify what had happened, but she insisted David go and enjoy himself, but not too much, she told him with a promising kiss.

Once the boat had disappeared around the horn of the bay Rachel made her call and then went to the pool to catch some sun and quiet.  She drifted off into a semi dream state unsure of where reality ended and dreams began, thinking things were imaginary when they were all to tangible and the other way around, then she awoke with a start.

‘We meet again Miss Sparks, oh no need for formalities, please remain relaxed, you course you don’t have choice in the matter!’ Marianne smiled down at her as another drip that had called Rachel back to the present, of suntan lotion hit the skin on her stomach.  ‘You are a hard woman to kill, fortunately I enjoy a challenge.’

‘How did you find me?’ Rachel demanded unable to move and showing her frustration at being caught for the second time. as well you know.  Once again we find ourselves alone and you immobilized, this time thanks to a few drops of paralyzing suntan oil, an accessory no spy worth her salt would be caught without in the tropics and you Miss Sparks are caught!’ Marianne smiled pleasingly.

‘What a lovely place you chose to stay at, perfect for a short vacation or in your cases a soon to be permanent one.  But, this is far to public an area, I have something more secluded in mind, someplace where you won’t be disturbed should the guest or staff wander in.  No I want you out of site, just close enough to hear help, always holding out that hope that someone will save you, but they don’t.”

‘How do you plan to get me there?’ Rachel blazed.

‘Lucky for you I brought my dependable Cat’s Paws,’ Marianne said as a man appeared and scooped her up.  ‘I always wanted to use that line, ever since I saw Batman,’ Marianne laughed as she led the way away from the pool, her two henchmen carrying the helpless agent.

‘You definitely have a thing for water,’ Rachel said in a defiantly sarcastic voice.

‘We’re on an island Miss Sparks, when in Rome.  This one however requires a little more effort than just lying around.  You FORCE agents pride yourselves, among other things, in your conditioning; well let’s put that to the test,’

The spy had been placed up in the Endless Pool, one that came with each patron’s suite, floating on her back with the support of the woman’s partners.  Her arms stretched out above her head but free as were her legs, she was however restrained about the waist.

‘The rest of the hotel are off for a sail and barbeque and won’t be back until late afternoon, more than ample time to finish you, let me explain what will be your entertainment for the day.  When the water starts up you of course must match its speed in order to stay neutral in the water, a slight increase or decrease sends you crashing against either end, uncomfortable enough when just doing it as a normal exercise routine, however this is anything but normal.  As you know doubt can feel you’ve been bound, but there is one more bind to be employed,’ she said and nodded to her partner.

 You see Miss Sparks the water jet will increase in speed forcing you to adjust your speed, but not knowing when presents the first dilemma for you.  The ties that bind you about your waist have a metallic threads running thru them and should you contact either end of the pools electrified bumpers  you Miss Spark,, what an appropriate name, will ground the circuit sending  the current surging into you and as you know, water, electricity and a FORCE agent do not mix.  But why stop there, so I didn’t.  But back to the fitness of FORCE agents and from what all I can see of your body and your escape so far, I would conclude those stories are true, you may just be able to survive, so a final piece of the puzzle.’

Rachel felt her bikini bottom being pulled out from her body then a warm moist obelisk being gently worked about her lips just enough to encourage relaxation, the male watching her face for signs she was being stimulated, Rachel determined not to give away any, she did however relax and the phallus just penetrated enough before her top was released holding and putting tension on the sex toy.

‘Waterproof and as an added bonus it vibrates.  So you see Miss Sparks, there is no escape, even if you somehow managed to maintain your rhythm and position; this ensures you cannot do that.  The orgasms you experience will be your death and our victory.  Goodbye.’

Rachel darted her eyes about as the water jets started up in order to ascertain a fixed point she need to stay in line with to avoid being grounded and electrocuted.  She found it in the pebble colouring of the pool liner, a single pebble coloured a solid red, unlike the others which were a mix of colours.

‘Great now I have my point to stay alive, now it’s just a matter of staying alive,’ she though as her body came into line perfectly with the pebble, the upward sweep of her arm on the back stroke her measure as gauged against the knife point her fingers made as they came out of the water. 

The pace was not yet a problem, although the spy knew it soon enough would be.  Rachel’s natural buoyancy help her greatly, her beguiling form slipping through the water with ease, the droplets splashing of her toned firm sexy arms and legs, each droplet seemingly clinging to her for as long as possible before cascading back into the pool.  The she felt the phallus between her legs generate an on/off vibe that started with short bursts but grew into long runs, the motion causing the device to work itself in further.  Rachel could not break her motion; she had to endure its penetration and stimulation.  She knew her body, knew when it was ready, knew what it did when she climaxed, she prepped and waited, letting the inevitable orgasm take her but just before she kicked and stroke hard to overcome the tactics of the pleasure, forcing her body to work and concentrate on only that that.  It worked, she felt the pleasure, but none of the draining after effects of it, her body had pushed that away as the endorphins worked.

Rachel felt the pace of the water pick up; unfortunately so have the phallus’ pace, she carefully adjusted her own pace, coming close to touching but managing a speed correction just in time.  It was still not a brisk pace; she equaled it, her breathing still normal. The devious device was now fully imbedded in her welcoming paradise and eager to please her again.  The flow from the jets was constant for a long time then suddenly they increased forcing her into a frenzy of activity as she accelerated then slowed then sped up again her body sliding dangerously close to the bumper before she managed to pull away, but she could not get away from the orgasm that consumed her.  She splashed frantically, using energy she could not afford to displace.  Now the pace was hard and relentless, her breathing started to become shallow, she forced her down, controlling it, as a runner would, but even that was only temporary she knew.  Her heart rate climbed, she began to feel her legs and arms begin to drag in the water, her crisp fluid motion becoming more laboured.  She had to push her arms harder through the water, her legs kicking more per minute to compensate for the slowing arm motion.

She’d lost track of time, so focused on survival, the sun was high overhead smashing down on her forcing her eyes to squint, sweat stung her eyes making vision blurry at times and causing the spy to lose track of her precious pebble for periods of time.  Just when she thought that she’d found her rhythm, the torrent of water increased as did the torrent of pleasure that rode over her.  This time Rachel screamed in pain and joy as she madly upped her stroke rate.  All control and hope of wresting control of her breathing was gone, she began to labour hard, her breath now coming in shallow gulps of air.  Well defined and sexy arms now coursed with pain as muscles screamed at her, her appendages began to sink lower in the water forcing her in turn to increase her kicks; her head sank a little allowing water to spill into her airway.  The sexy spy coughed and convulsed at the uninvited intake, but fought on as another body draining orgasm flooded her with joy.  She bucked but kept going, losing because of physical exhaustion was one thing, losing to sexual exhaustion was out of the question for Rachel.

Rachel locked her eyes on the pebble even with tears streaming she refused to lose contact.  She pushed her body forward alternately moaning and screaming and pain.  When she felt herself sinking in the water she pushed up, every time she did she a little more of tenacious fight went out of her, she didn’t rise up as much each time forcing her to work harder. 

Still she pushed on, refusing victory to the enemy attacking her externally and the more insidious one attacking her from within.  She was now in more pain that she ever thought possible, no longer did tears stream from her eyes, she was in full mournful cry, her body convulsing, her breath short gasps at times as she further exhausted herself and the pebble moved out of alignment.  One final pleasure was near the horizon, she fought to have before she expired.  She pulled herself back into place once, then twice, the third time she could not.  She watched the dot drift away knowing it was the end.

A small tingling sensation started at the back of her neck rapidly spreading down her spine then finally into her legs.  It was warm, pleasant and welcome, she felt herself drifting off, the last thought being that if this was death it was not unwelcome.  She felt warm and loved as she floated unable to feel anything but aware she was finally safe. 

‘No, just a little longer please,’ she said but unsure she was heard the words not sounding quite right to her ear, but then messaged seemed to be understood as she was pulled closer and ever present touch about and around her in the form of soft touches and gentle strokes, so caring and so familiar.  Little by little veils began to left, the gauze of dreams was pulled away and she surfaced.  Rachel’s eyes opened and her senses came back to her.  She was sitting on the floor of her suite, several soft towels under her, she was naked, but not cold and the reason was David.

The spy sat on David’s crossed legs, her legs on either side of his torso, her head resting sideways on his shoulder, as her eyes adjusted to the light she saw that he was naked as well.  Instinctively her legs closed in around him in a pincer movement, instructive not in training but in passion.  She pulled herself against him, feeling safe and loved as he started combing her hair, working out the tats and knots with gentle efforts she barely noticed until nothing but the touch of the comb sliding down her blonde hair filled her senses with delight. 

‘I need to explain a lot to you,’ she somehow managed to get out, before a finger found her lips.

‘There is time for that and to say I’m curious would be an understatement, but that can wait, you are badly sunburned and very dehydrated,’ she said back to her tenderly pulling her head off his shoulder  to look at her.  Even that slight movement made Rachel winch.. He held up a bottle with a straw, she took a sips as he spoke.

‘I brought this along with me, it’s the best for sunburn, I know I’ve have first had experience with it from previous vacations.  Some people are slow learners,’ he smiled as warm cream found Rachel’s back. 

He carefully touched and dabbed her face, the salve soaking in instantly and requiring a second coat.  His delicate loving touch around her ears tempted warm thoughts in her mind. The coolness of the emollient felt instantly soothing, almost as soothing as being with David.  They looked at each other as he worked as his hands slip silently about her back, his touch never rough and quick, just a slow constant steady pace, the pressure perfect, the touch welcome and inviting at the same time. 

Rachel closed her eyes after a bit, her forehead tilted coming to rest against his, her arms relaxed on his shoulders.  The slow slide of his hands merged into the curve of her waist, then the small of her back before sliding about her bum.  The long slow sweep of his hands, the splaying of his fingers as he covered her in cream, David cupped her in his hands, lifting her slight to get the balm everywhere before lowering her again.

His hands slid up her back and about her shoulders, tenderly, delicately in spread the elixir, creating a glowing oiled woman.  Caringly he slipped his arms about her, one at the neck the other in the small of her back.  Then with great control he leaned forward, she totally supported by him, and little by little took her to the floor and the awaiting plush towel.  Rachel barely felt a thing except the working of his muscles to control her descent.  Her arms entwined at the wrists behind his head were the next to receive care.  Fingers enmeshed with fingers until he gently laid each arm at her side. 

David poured some of the lotion in cup of one hand then closed the other over it, letting it heat.  His hands just about her body, he splayed his fingers and let the balm dribble about her torso as his hands moved about.  Exhausted and in discomfort Rachel could still not help herself into thinking and feeling that this was incredibly erotic, then the touch of his hands sealed that thought.  Her lover pressed lightly against her neck before seeking out new territory in ever widening circles of his hands before sliding slowly, ‘ooh so slowly’, Rachel thought down her sides, around the top of her pelvis then inside her thighs, one hand trailing up over her mound before rejoining the other as they swirled about her flat smooth stomach.

Rachel waited, totally relaxed for what was next.  She felt David’s hands turn up as the cupped around her breasts, the fingers turning inward so he could fully embrace the walls of her wonderful orbs.  Rachel felt him slowly swirl the fluid about then with one tender sweep each hand caress over her nipples and was gone. 

Her legs got the last of his touch, each enfolded in his caring hands, he feeling the resistance of her toned sculpted feminine muscles, she the artful touch of his skill right down to the last declining contact, his one hand holding the sole of her foot while the covered the top in salve, his fingers spreading and lacing between her toes before he rested her foot on the towel.

‘I’ll be in the next room,’ he said. ‘Keeping guard, I’m not leaving.  Call me when you want to see me or if you need anything.  Most of you just rest,’ he said looking about the glowing woman, her body even more magnificent the usual, if that was possible.  ‘Here,’ he said, slipping her cellphone into her then leaving the room.

‘Rachel called FORCE, spoke, listened, understood, finished the call then fell asleep.