Table of Contents
Agent Cindy Krutzler
1. Contract Fulfilled
2. Double Time
3. Engagement
4. Office Help
5. One Good Turn
6. Shifting Workload
7. Teacher and Student
Roz Downing
1. A Well Coifed Spy
2. Choices
3. Hostile Takeover
4. Hostile Takeover Part 2
5. Miss Filed
6. Two for the Price of One
7. Unusual Suspect
8. Up Sized
9. Web
Tracey Hale
1. Dangerous Curves
Sharon Sharpe
1. Timing is Everything
2. Enmeshing Beetle
Contract Fulfilled
Cindy had enjoyed the mission, getting close to the
businessman that acted for the COIL front operation had been a long and playful
game. True it had cost DOOM a few million in actual money to place real
orders for things to cement her cover, but that was a mere trifle to all the
data she had gained from her close access to him. Money only went so far,
she had assets that were worth considerably more and she’d spent them in all
the right areas as their intimacy had proved.
She was on her way to his penthouse to terminate their
contract, as only a DOOM woman could, she knew what she’d find this morning
having spent some nights in his place and studying his routine.
‘I’m glad to see I found you in a state of undress,’ Cindy
smiled as she pecked his cheek and passed by into his suite, the scent of her
perfume lingering in an enticing manner.
‘I’m afraid I have an appointment this morning, in about an
hour so I have to cancel until later tonight, but I promise to make it up to
you somehow, even if it takes all night,’ she smiled coyly at the cliché.
He smiled and stepped to her. ‘We still have an hour,’ he
said nuzzling her neck.
Cindy squirmed her neck about. ‘You know I can’t
resist when you do this,’ she gasped as her body turned about and she gave him
the back of her neck while her hands busied themselves removing his
towel. She turned her head sideways and found his mouth, her tongue hotly
active inside his mouth as her hands steeled his cock into a pulsating
pole. She literally walked him by his man into the bedroom. Cindy
kicked off her shoes as they kissed and she reclined, undoing the catch on her
skirt and lowering its zipper. They kissed for several minutes; Cindy’s
lips always a delight, her dominance becoming more apparent with each kiss
until she stopped and smiled.
‘My frosting is normal COIL man, what you’re feeling is my
perfume. My scents called ‘Inescapable’ it dulls the senses
of the male,’ Cindy cooed.
The curvy spy kissed him again and explained. ‘DOOM
agent Cindy Krutzler at her service,’ she nipped his lips again slipped a leg
around him and then the other.
‘Just for insurance honey, I don’t want you going anywhere,’
she soothed.
Cindy rolled them over as she kissed him. ‘Now that the true
introductions are over I can move on to completing my mission by finishing you
with a personal favourite baby, Poisonous Pantyhose, only these are not tipped
with poisonous micro barbs. My hose, a series of patterned dots, each dot
contains a small amount of toxin, enough dots and you die. All I have to
do is hold you and let the heat of our bodies melt the protective cover off the
dots,’ she said as her sexy legs tightened about him.
‘So much skin to cover, what’s a girl to do,’ she mused as
she moved her legs inside and out and around and over his naked form.
The plus spy kissed and nuzzled as she injected her poison
slowly feeling him succumb over the minutes.
‘You told me I had killer legs, ironic isn’t it,’ she mused
as she kissed him slower and slower as he weakened until he was still.
Cindy relaxed and released, rose and put her skirt back on,
slipped into her heels and left.
Double Time
Two against one was not normally good odds but Cindy
Krutzler never cared about odds. On the contrary, she lived for them, the
longer the deadlier she became. Her 5’10’ powerhouse size 14 body was
never an impediment to her, in fact it aided her. A sexy dresser, she was
curvy in all the right places, her alluring shapely figure coupled with her
chestnut just above the shoulder length coloured hair and beautiful face
competed her with any other female spy for attraction.
Tonight, she was the attraction of two male agents.
Her evening gown, a black number, was cut with a plunging neckline that barely
contained her ample chest and the back equally as daring exposed her sexy hard
toned shoulders while the high slit gave her legs viewing looks. She
easily attracted them both for the evening and when it came time to end the
affair she skilfully used her feminine wiles to suggest a threesome that they
somehow convinced themselves they’d manoeuvred her into.
They went back to her suite for the night, Cindy teasing
them all the way to build them up. Her experience told her they would
want release almost instantly once inside her place and after that a few
sessions before they tried something, she would oblige them but ensure she
never became a target for them to try something early. As she predicted
the door closed and there was soon a frenzy of hands at clothes until Cindy was
sandwiched between them. She had guessed correct, three pumps spilt them
both. Their dual forms gyrated against her as she kissed them back and forth
and then pushed one against a wall so he couldn’t pull free.
‘One more time lovers,’ she voiced as her hips swirled
encouragement to their semi hard members that quickly hardened inside her
again. ‘I need both of you to be just a little weaker before we can begin
a serious workout,’ she added silently to herself.
They needed little more than that, as she had
expected. They pushed and pumped inside her, her motion adding to their
lust and keeping them from dangerously slipping about her. They exploded inside
her a short time later, iron bars ramming and pushing as they rocked her back
and forth until they were quenched. Cindy kissed them both and easily
escaped their momentarily spend forms explaining she would be back in a second
as she disappeared into the bedroom, their slaked minds not thinking to answer
her.
She re-appeared in
minutes wearing a gauzy white negligee and moved to the edge of the bed, they
came for her and she didn’t resist she merely depositing a kiss on each of
their lips then touched her hair.
‘Paralysed boys, my clear centipede lipstick is instant, too
busy thinking with the wrong head,’ she mused.
Cindy pushed them
onto the bed and infused them with her venom as she coddled them both to
climax. She took the more cautious one in her arms, smiled and held him
close.
‘This is the centre of my web, my captured prey, my bed,
there is no escape, my venom has stung you now all that’s left is to secure you
until you die. Oh, look baby my webbing has already started on you.
I’m afraid a spin a sticky contracting shroud, my negligee! Once I
transfer it from my body to yours you’ll be shrouded in an unbreakable adhesive
net, sexy and terminal as it contracts in a crushing embrace. Just think
of me holding you darling as it works,’ she whispered.
Cindy rolled him over and ran her legs up his, her negligee
sticking in place. She carefully and expertly disrobed her negligee from
her body and spun it about his. She rolled off the bed and he followed,
his body revolving into the negligee until she was free and he covered from
neck to feet in a neat package. Cindy climbed back on the bed an inserted
herself into the other and screwed him until the poison lipstick wore
off.
‘Your partner is dead, killed in my negligee what fate do
you want,’ she cooed as he surfaced a little
‘You better surface from my lipstick soon before you’re too
weak to move,’ Cindy said as she rotated about his stem and released him yet
again.
Cindy pulled free and cleaned herself and him before
cradling him in her body from behind and kissing his neck, her hands caressing
his rod. He recovered after a bit but did nothing to stop her
caress. Cindy reclined on the bed and he with her as they kissed she
jerked him to climax, his body shuddering before relaxing. They kissed
for a while then he explored her body with kisses. Cindy knew he’d try
again, this was merely play time, a fore play before action started again and
she relished the game letting him do what he wanted to her confident in her
abilities to turn every advantage of his into a disadvantage.
Eventually he had recovered enough of his strength to make a
move. He worked slowly into her ass, arching and pushing as she
encouraged his young hard rod. They clamped together and kissed as he
pumped. Cindy hot and wet, her body glowing from their coupling, he
caressing her orbs as she moaned and wretched her ass shooting him with
joy. The woman rotated her ass in a slow counter clockwise motion then up
and down twice. Cindy pulled free and pushed him over onto the bed.
‘Be thankful you
orgasmed, most men don’t in The Hydra before they are incapacitated. My
grip and actions have you stiff baby and soon a permanent stiffness will over
take you,’ she smiled before depositing a playful kiss on his lips and leaving
him to die.
Engagement
Huong had planned her seduction of the male DOOM agent
carefully now only to find those plans gone. Instead of having her arms
around him she now found her arms in the middle of a fight with a DOOM plus
agent. Huong was fast and strong and the two nude women glowed as they
fought in the humid night air. Cindy Krutzler, size 14, held her own and
gave back.
‘Zaa-sa!’ the plus spy yelled as she punched toward Huong’s
stomach, she missed and Huong snapped a double kick to Cindy’s thigh and then
her stomach, both connected.
‘Gee-so-sah!’ Huong said softly then snapped a kick in
between Cindy’s thighs. Cindy lunged with a kick and connected. ‘Zaa-sa!’
the thump rang off Huong’s stomach. The DOOM woman sensed an opening and
moved in. ‘Taa-Jaa! Taa-Jaa! Taa-Jaa! Hee-jah!’ Cindy shouted as she
delivered four sharp blows, one to the chest, one to the side and a double chop
to the neck. The woman followed it with an arm bar and toss of her
opponent over her hips and across the floor. Cindy dove forward and
shoulder rolled, coming to a one kneed stance, one leg bent at the knee and
thrust forward while her other knee supported her weight, Cindy’s hands were
place slightly above and just behind the top of her head ready to strike.
She had not yet come set as Huong launched her counter, the beauty pushed off
the floor with both hands and spun like a top her momentum building as her body
lifted off the floor and with a final push of her hands came down upon the
still adjusting body of Cindy.
Her chance obtained the COIL agent slotted one leg over and
through the stretched leg her toes finding the nerve endings on Cindy’s calf
and pinching while the other did similar damage to the DOOM agents other
gam. ‘Gee-so-sah!’ and two punches found the DOOM agents side and Huong
entwined her arms in hers around the back of Cindy’s neck as Huong sat on her
outstretched leg.
‘Cindy you have fallen into Vietnamese Vine applied by a
Vietnamese woman. Explain predicament, first, hold simple, but deadly to
touch, that is key touch, Asian woman kill by touch, not power, but you know
that already. What don’t know is knot is soft and clinging, just kind of
hold plus women have difficult time with. You flex and flex and I just
cling, of course movement draw me into cling. Vine will slowly cover you, yes
Cindy, even size 14 no match against me,’ Huong smiled.
The DOOM spy didn’t move, her hot body controlled and still,
she was a master of Still Leaf Yoga, she would wait Huong out. ‘Oh I will
let the COIL woman have me, just enough so that she becomes drawn into my tits
and a quick strike to free myself,’ Cindy thought.
Huong was tall, willowy sexy and as Cindy could feel and
expert in knots. The DOOM spy slowly tightened her ass, even this small
pressure Huong reacted to, Cindy held the tense, knowing if she relaxed the
COIL woman would contract. The DOOM spy slowed her breathing to a trace
to further reduce her predicament and hopefully frustrate her lethal
opponent. Huong however remained just as still, her body primed for
movement which she knew would come and she would not force.
Both women watched the other closely, Huong’s eyes
encouraging Cindy to move in one instant while in the next surveying the
encapsulated form she had designs on terminating. The DOOM spy could not,
must not, would not move, her eyes flashed defiantly. Cindy’s yoga
controlled Huong’s body; her breathing control was perfect, too shallow for the
Vine to move.
‘You can’t hold me forever,’ Cindy whispered.
‘No need to, listen DOOM woman,’ Huong answered.
A steady dripping sound came to her ear.
‘You are heating up plus woman, body dripping from effort
and heat of night. Soon Cindy body will force move as muscles cramp,’
Huong whispered back,
Cindy remained still but she was heating up, the drips off
her body grew more frequent. The DOOM lovely refused to move, her body
slick and glowing, she remained still as Huong held her. A pool formed
under Cindy making the bamboo floor slick under foot. A gleaming DOOM spy
felt her knee slip, then she felt Huong react with a move of her body.
Cindy felt her arms bind tighter into Huong and the woman’s body creep in a
little. The DOOM agent reacted to Huong’s contraction and moved, the bind got
closer before Cindy controlled herself.
Huong smiled, she had the DOOM agent now. Cindy
remained still for a while, but she could feel the agent now and she was hot.
Cindy quivered, her prone body unable to still itself from the touch of the woman who smiled as she fixed inward.
‘Uhhh!’ the DOOM beauty moaned as Huong released her toes
and slid about Cindy’s legs and her arms securing a cup under the spy’s chin.
‘Only get more painful from here on,’ Huong whispered.
The plus spy twisted her hips to try and block Huong’s
knot. Her hips rotated as Huong’s legs snaked about her.
‘An excellent try Cindy, but you in no position, literally
to generate power with you body,’ Huong teased as she stilled Cindy’s thrusting
hips in her grip.
The beauty was now slowly being consumed in Huong’s
Vietnamese Vine, her sylph like body about the dangerous and deadly Cindy in a
cling of ever turning tightness. A hot wet Cindy now moved every few
minutes and Huong accepted her motion with glee and closed in against Cindy’s
torso and her hard nipples.
‘I can’t tell if I’m positioned right, she has my head
tilted back too far,’ Cindy desperately thought as they closed together.
That thought occupied her mind for only a second longer as
Cindy’s body crumpled under the knot’s pressure. The motion activated the
Vietnamese vixen as she sunk into the plus spy, her body encompassing the DOOM
lovely almost totally.
‘Only part of you still free Cindy are your feet and not for
long,’ Huong voice dripped.
The COIL spy was a taut spring around Cindy, she too was wet
and hot, mostly from Cindy, the scent of the trapped DOOM agent very pleasing
to her senses. Huong felt the woman move just a touch, she moved as well,
she knew her prey was tiring as she was moving too frequently now.
Cindy lasted another agonising 30 minutes before Huong got
the last of her. Cindy felt Huong’s toes slowly crawling up the pads of
her feet until she locked her toes into Cindy’s.
‘As I said can handle all of you Cindy, your body is
helpless, you can only endure the Vine as it twines itself into you with a
crushing embrace,’ Huong slithered.
Cindy flexed her sculpted form, straining and pulling her
arms and legs. Huong moved with her, the soft knot doing exactly as she
said it would, bending with Cindy and contracting with each movement.
‘My nipples must be placed wrong she should have been
paralysed by now!’ she screamed in her mind as Huong slithered inward.
Huong pulled tighter on her opponent, Cindy was on her side
writhing, her legs entangled in the COIL spy’s and still bent in the positions
from when she was first trapped.
Cindy could afford to struggle longer than most her sexy
toned size allowed her that, her sculpted muscles made her more resistant than
more conventional female agents to knots, but she was not impervious to
them. Every part of her dangerously lethal form tested Huong’s resolve as
her body refused the woman, her corded muscles exerting their own defiant will
against the ultra smooth attack of the woman. The DOOM spy continued to
squirm and willed her body to continue the struggle.
‘Just a little longer and her muscles will spasm, she’s held
me far too long, she can’t endure much more,’ Cindy told herself as she moved
her form one final time and then was unable to as Huong brought her still.
‘Now you are finished
Cindy!’ Huong gleefully hissed as she pulled inward and Cindy was lost in
pain.
The DOOM spy in constant torment never felt Huong undo their
arms but she did hear something and then felt a stinging on either side of her
neck. ‘Gee-so-sah!’ Huong’s voice snapped.
Cindy’s arms were suddenly free but a split second before
her instinctive training reaction kicked in Huong had acted again, a precise
strike of her nails on both hands to certain vertebrae on Cindy’s back made the
spy go stiff. Huong undid her handiwork and rolled away from the stricken
spy and came to her hands and knees.
‘An excellent defence Cindy and the only one open to you,
The Gorgons Spines. I can see why you are regarded so highly by DOOM and
within our little universe, a totally blind positioning of such a delicate
trap, you are to be congratulated. You failed however as I detected your
intention and countered it before I became your prisoner. A quick neck
chop to temporarily stun you and then a more lasting touch,’ the COIL agent said
as she moved her nude form in a cat stretch to get the feeling back into
it.
‘Mobility won’t return for many hours Cindy, that however
will be more than enough time,’ Huong said as she gracefully got to her feet
and disappeared into another room.
The DOOM spy was welded to the floor, unable to move any
part of her body, she was helpless and she knew Huong would not let her recover
again.
Huong returned after about 10 minutes and bent down above
her head so that Cindy could only hear her but not see her. ‘An interesting and
entertaining evening Miss Krutzler, but I’m afraid as they say all good things
come to an end. Good things come to those who wait and you were certainly
worth the wait Cindy. I look forward to our next meeting and finishing
what I started here tonight,’ Huong said and deposited a light kiss on Cindy’s
forehead. ‘I bested you tonight, think about that as you lay here to recover,’
Huong whispered in her ear and then was gone.
Office Help
Cindy felt a prick on the calf of her crossed leg; she
reached down and pulled out a white projectile that looked like a tiny earring
back with a small needle sticking out.
‘I dressed for the occasion, my pantyhose, sheer and sexy
but also woven to protect, your dart cannot penetrate my weave,’ she said tossing
it away with a smile.
Cindy uncrossed her sexy legs and stood up. ‘A nice
try but I’ll be leaving now.’
As she walked by the older woman blew her a mock kiss then
stepped in her way for a more substantial kiss.
‘Your lipstick is useless,’ Cindy smiled as the kiss ended.
‘Perhaps as a touching kiss, but me tell are you protected
against blown kisses,’ she cooed as Cindy felt the drug in her system.
‘My lipstick has tiny sharp granules that form on the
surface for only a few minutes after application. A mock kiss and a puff
of air delivered the granular poison to unprotected areas of your skin,’ she
cooed.
‘I protect my assignments Cindy I haven’t survived this long
by being unaware and I spotted you immediately. Your hose are an
excellent defensive style accessory, so many young agents today don’t wear them
preferring bare legs, good to see I’m not alone in that matter as they are a
versatile weapon which makes me wonder what other deadly devices adorn your
full figured femininely fatal form,’ she smiled as she leaned against her desk.
The DOOM lovely could
not feel her body; Janice’s blown kiss contained a potent drug.
‘Let’s start by removing some of the more obvious ones
carefully of course,’ Janice Stone COIL agent said.
Cindy was liberated from her earrings, bracelets, necklace,
ring and broach. Next Janice moved to her jacket, then skirt, blouse and
shoes.
‘Well that just leaves three items Miss Krutzler, I think
your bra will go next,’ Janice said as one of her long nails flicked and cut
through the fabric as it sprung off revealing full orbs of firm flesh.
‘They are as magnificent as I was led to believe and as
deadly as I was told. This bra, poison hooks and two nasty little
pressure needles in the cups as well as these decorative but I’m sure fatal
flower designs, very scratchy. Now I think your pantyhose are next to
come off. Your calling card I believe another surprising weapon most
don’t expect,’ Janice purred as her nail cut the waistband and started down the
back of Cindy’s leg then around her ankle and up her front before reversing and
repeating the motion to the other leg.
‘What’s this strangulation wire built into the seams, quite
a weapon and now to remove your panties and I have to say daring to wear thong
style, but you have the body for it.’
‘There now naked except for one final act,’ Janice smiled as
she picked up a water sprayer she used on her office plants and wetted Cindy
until she was covered in tiny water droplets.
‘There now you’re ready to die Miss Krutzler. I’ve sprayed
you with a special liquid silicon, as the bubbles burst they’ll coat you body
is a clear non-breathable membrane that is slippery to the victim. In
other words, Cindy, you cannot get a grip on anything and simply slip about
until you suffocate.
Oh, and those razor-sharp nails of yours cannot cut
the silicon. Now to give you room to slide about,’ Janice said as she
pushed a button on the underside of her desk and the furniture turned over and
was replaced by smooth floors just like the rest of the room.
‘I trust this is
enough room to slide around in? As soon as you regain the feeling your
body motion will cause you to slip to the floor and from that point on your
finished Cindy,’ Janice smiled and left.
The spy was sheened in the exploding bubbles over the next
several minutes and was soon on the floor sliding about helpless inside her
second skin she could gain no purchased anywhere. The more she flexed and
stained the faster she moved her torment near madness as she fought for breath
and escape. Cindy knew she only had a matter of minutes, but unsure if
that was enough time. The spy chrysalis came to stop, she snapped her
body and didn’t move, a second thrust she felt a tear in the membrane; she
widened it with a third thrust and twist.
Cindy pulled herself inside out with the traction until she
had and shed her second skin, her body heaving as she felt the air. She
wasted no time dressing quickly and escaping the room, she didn’t look anywhere
near her best and she stopped on another floor and fixed herself in the
bathroom.
When she was happy she looked at her nails and smiled.
‘I must admit I had my doubts about the usefulness of this
nail polish. Her acid wash varnish saved my life, I will thank Hitomi
next time I see her,’ Cindy said as she looked at the mostly dissolved pink
varnish she had been wearing that morning.
One Good Turn
The snake fell on her body giving her no chance to react
before she was coated in coils; her plus body shrouded her green reptilian
death. She fought to keep her feet as the snake covered her quickly and
then once she was encased it began adjusting itself while Cindy felt bands of
steel closing around her.
‘Ah I see my pet has introduced herself, he’s an especially
lethal assassin as he’s been bred and trained to deliver death in multiple ways
as well as resist it. Let me explain while he adjusts you. My pet’s skin
cannot be penetrated but as you can you see his tail has been genetically
modified to resemble the male member in a caressing embrace he delivers
unstoppable pleasure while crushing about you.’
‘No man or snake is imperious to a woman’s charms, as for
the other claims, he has never met me or my arsenal,’ Cindy challenged.
‘How he does love a fighter, I will leave you two, three’s a
crowd as they say,’ the COIL agent said.
Cindy was encircled in minutes, head to toe and then the
snake began rubbing her in enticing motions for a long time as the spy was
built to climax. Cindy came, priming herself for insertion which happened
seconds later as the tail slipped inside her slingshot bottom and worked a
circular motion as its organ pushed inside her wet willing walls.
‘Ohh your huge baby, easy relax let me work you in,’ she
stroked his head and cooed and he backed off relaxing his coils.
Cindy pulled free and urged them over so she was on
top. She danced for him in the loose coils, rubbing him with her body and
his organ with her pussy. She carefully kept him out of her paradise
until she was ready. Insertion now would trap the DOOM spy in his game
and Cindy only played by her rules. She rubbed him more and he relaxed
more as she slithered about.
‘Relaxing baby, my suntan oil is quite poisonously soothing,
even to you a new concoction from our labs. I know I’m not fighting fair, but
this is a fight to the death after all,’ Cindy hissed.
The DOOM agent knew it would not kill him, but it was enough
to relax him for a short time. She pulled free of him and stood up and
discarded her slingshot with a single motion of her arms as she snapped the
straps off her shoulder and peeled it away.
‘Not that it exposes much more skin, but I prefer naked
kills,’ she slithered and lay back in his coils.
Her size 14 body was slowly covered, his wrap stimulating
her to climax several times as his body flowed over her pussy. She found
his organ with one foot then the other. Cindy rubbed with her toes and
rolled it about as she stopped his motion. She was careful with her
nails, one wrong touch from a nail would end the game in a paralysing stalemate
and Cindy wanted total victory. The DOOM spy returned the favour of
pleasure several times before he came back to life and slowly enveloped her
again; she released his organ and worked into him.
The constrictor slowly covered the full-figured beauty in
green circles of muscle until his organ found her and Cindy teased his tip into
her waiting grip, a grip every bit as deadly as his. The sexy spy smiled as her
hips swayed, the snake convulsing in pleasure, to her touch. She was
getting deep in the grip of her lover, his coils turning slowly around her as
she worked. The plus spy used her body in a most enchanting motion
against the snake to keep her loose and vulnerable. Cindy was covered in
coils two deep, her body hot and slick in the blanket of muscle as it turned
around her. The spy tilted her hips and opened her legs encouraging his
modified tail to penetrate deeper into her. She let a little more in then
stopped him and gripped what she had in a soothing stroking motion that she
knew was impossible to resist. She worked the serpent to climax, he
quivered and contracted her in joy, his body dancing about hers as she moaned
in stimulation from his all-encompassing touch, but soon he relaxed his body
and she could reposition herself within her weakened lovers hold.
The plus spy wormed her body looser over the next several
hours, sex and a slow effective body massage to his coils allowed her to slip
herself into his coils in a way he would never escape from nor would want
to. She slipped one hand about his shaft while her other reached for her
earring a crescent moon shaped object that she pushed open revealing a small
indentation filled with a pink substance which she ran her finger through and
applied to her lips.
Cindy worked his tail fully into her pussy, her hand
stroking his member, her lips and walls sealing him inside her caressing
torture as she took his entire massive organ inside her.
‘Your mine lover,’ she purred as she swallowed him.
The spy began to execute her trap and him, slowly. She
used her soft form to knead his muscles and her pussy to deliver orgasms and
her special paralysing caress, her lips were for the end game. Cindy climaxed
his massive body, his rippling mass dancing around her but unable to tighten
her. She changed her motion and position and worked away until she felt
him shudder about her. The spy pleasured him again minutes later as her
body rubbed him the wrong way.
‘My walls don’t crush as yours do lover, no I’m a venomous
snake, the sweetest poison is often the deadliest,’ Cindy hissed as her
lipstick kissed pink death about his skin.
Shifting Workload
Cindy uncrossed her leg’s, it was a long flight to Osaka and
her next assignment. She was glad it was a simple K & K, kiss and
kill in spy parlance. Normally DOOM would simply use specialised seduction
agent to deliver death but he was a Senior COIL executive and this might be
their only chance and she was their best weapon.
Cindy crossed her legs the opposite way from before
and winched a little, her body was still feeling the effects of her encounter
with Claire Baxter although she managed a smile at the result. The COIL agent
had surprised her inside her hotel room. Caught, the DOOM agent quickly
found out Miss Baxter’s reputation was well deserved and the COIL agent found
out Cindy was a hard woman to break. THE DOOM deadly survived more than 5
hours, she should have been dead after 3, but her talent kept her alive as she
waited for her opponent to make a mistake as she knew she would. When it
came, Cindy struck and induced a temporary paralysis with a pinch of her
toes. The spy quickly chose her means of execution, a pair of her special
pantyhose.
‘Sheer and
transparent Miss Baxter but they have a duplicitous purpose, when placed
against the skin they adhere instantly, then slowly, body heat causes them to
begin contracting,’ she remembered saying before encircling the woman’s nude
body in her trap and leaving her to die.
‘My lethal legs at their best,’ she smiled.
She managed the rest of the flight in the knowledge that she
killed COIL’s best agent. She arrived at the DOOM safe house and
unpacked, stripped and fell into a stretching routine to keep her body supple
and rid it of the last vestiges of Claire Baxter. She finished, showered,
her body back to normal thanks to the stretching.
Her cover was an office temp and she did it well, getting
close would be hard, but just close enough would be easier and with her looks
and a well-placed turn of her heel now and then she got closer and put her
revised plan into action.
The next day the spy while passing out papers at a meeting
inadvertently let her ankle brush lightly against the exposed skin just above
his pants leg, she finished her temp work that day and him.
‘Confirmed reports, of course, my poisonous hose need just a
touch to inject their deadly toxin,’ she said into her cell phone with a smile
later that night to her HQ. ‘I’ll leave in the morning for my next
mission,’ she said ending the conversation and going to bed.
***
The maids let themselves in while the spy took a
shower. They quickly and silently moved furniture then stripped off their
clothes. They were Precious Pearl Assassins, larger women from the pearl
diving region of Japan, they were slow to tire and hard to escape. Cindy
stepped out of the shower and dried and sensed danger a second too late as she
exited the room. She was attacked high and low with a few kicks and
punches before being felled to the soft carpet and their awaiting bodies.
Cindy struggled valiantly for over an hour before the women caught her.
Their bodies closed and locked and rolled the DOOM spy into The Suffocating
Sponge.
Cindy’s face was pressed firmly into the muff of one of the
women while the rest of her was knotted into the women’s bodies. Unable to
move, she flexed her body, her lips and tongue pried open the woman’s
paradise. She knew these women where almost impossible to climax orally
but she had to try. The women clung and contracted as she fought.
Cindy rocked her tense ass, she knew she was motion knotted, the more she moved
the deeper the knot took her, but she had no choice.
A pair of legs slipped inside her thighs and onto her mound,
she stopped moving her body to avoid insertion. The DOOM lovely knew
penetration meant death to the trapped prey, climaxes would weaken her and her
motion would drive her deeper into the Sponge. She kissed the lips
of her killer’s mound for the next few minutes fighting the urge to move, until
relived she pulled her head free. As the woman glazed over her partner
took control arching Cindy into a Death Clam.
‘Your partners drugged, a pill I placed under my tongue when
I sensed danger earlier,’ Cindy said as she writhed.
‘Only need one of us to kill you plus-san, one of us sent as
spare, I-see-sah!’ the woman yelled.
Cindy did not move, her body easily resisted the nerve snap
of the woman. The Pearl Assassin reached back with her hands and cupped
Cindy’s chin. The DOOM spy fought the pull down for a long time, but the
assassin had her positioned perfectly. The DOOM deadly was pulled level
with the woman, a kiss on the cheek announcing her arrival.
‘Now plus-san, your
body is stiff, see you if can resist nerve snaps now. Ki-Ha!’ the woman
whispered in her ear. ‘Excellent, not even plus body can withstand.
Gee-So,’ the woman whisper and snapped adding a twisting of her form during the
snap. Cindy’s body quivered as she reacted to the nerve snap. The
Precious Pearl woman drew the DOOM agent deeper as Cindy struggled.
‘Death Clam has you plus-san; soon I will close and kill you.
Yee-go-sah!’
Cindy convulsed and grunted, her body fighting to keep its
elasticity from the nerve numbing snaps. She unbowed her body and
defiantly kissed her opponent on the cheek. ‘I’m harder to kill than you
know. Zha-Rah!’ Cindy whispered in the woman’s ear and snapped her
body. The DOOM agent gratefully felt her body relax. Emboldened the
spy rocked her body and delivered another small snap that gave her more relief.
‘Plus-san close to escape, but think again. Kee-fa!!!’ the
assassin screamed.
‘I couldn’t have said it better,’ Cindy said as she got to
her feet. ‘Sometimes the best way to escape a trap is to let your
opponent do it for you. I never intended to escape, just reposition us
and let you do the final execution.
‘Now I think I need another shower,’ Cindy said leaving her
victim.
Teacher and Student
Dressed to show her curves, she had on a white skirt cut at
the knee when she sat as now it pulled up just enough to give a glimpse of a
smooth hard tanned thigh, below her crossed legs spoke volumes. Her sea
green top displayed her ample cleavage. Her light make-up merely gilded
the lily. She waited for the class to empty and he to be within her line
of sight before she stood up and gave him a look at her. He was wearing a
simple cloth about his waist; she pretended not to notice it moving as he came
forward. She could feel the crackle of sexual electricity from him as he
got nearer, she still had the magic.
Cindy explained her situation to him. Her cover story
was that of a young rich widow who wanted to take private yoga lessons to
improve her body all the while gathering Intel for DOOM on the various skills
he had taught to their adversaries and then eliminating him. She walked pasted
him into the studio.
‘You’ve seen the front, now for the back,’ she thought as
she gave him a look at her ass, calves and haltered back, her look drew him
close behind her like a fly into a web.
‘I’m especially keen to learn a few of what I’ve heard are
more specialized forms of yoga for a woman of my physique,’ she said softly to
him in the privacy of the studio her arms working about his waist feeling his
smooth strong muscles, he returning the gesture to her.
‘I know of no such styles, yoga is yoga,’ he said not flinching
from her touch.
Cindy ran her arms up his chest and around his neck again he
didn’t try to pull away, Cindy was sure given his body, handsome looks and
reputation he had had his share of trysts.
‘Pity I had heard different, perhaps you’re not the teacher
for me after all,’ she softly said with a touch of her lips to his before she
undid her arms, tucked her clutch under one arm and prepared to leave.
‘Perhaps I misspoke,’ he said after she’d taken a few
steps. Cindy stopped and waited, she would make him come to her, she had
a small advantage and aimed to increase it. He pressed into her back, his
arms about her waist. ‘What styles had you heard about?’ he asked as his
hands felt her body.
Cindy put her hands above her head to facilitate the feel for
him when he had finished she turned about and replaced her arms about his neck
and delivered a soft kiss, she had passed.
‘Perhaps Reticulated Yoga or Vase Figure or Stretching Widow
Yoga,’ she said with a kiss after each one.
He cupped under her thigh, just above the knee and slowly
pulled her leg up the side of her body, his hand sliding down her firm full
calves in a slow twisting motion until his hand closed on the heel of her pump
and slowly pulled her leg vertical, Cindy’s skirt sliding down her one leg
while simultaneously riding up her other. He pulled it perpendicular to
her body and then back across her shoulders before he started circling
her. Cindy rose on the front of her grounded pump and let him pull her
around in a circle. When he released Cindy laid her sexy appendage softly
on his shoulder and arched back, hands over head and caught her ankle, held it
for a minute the slowly rose slipped her arms about his neck and gently raised
and lowered her leg back to the floor,
‘You are very impressive, extreme flexibility and balance
and a perfectly symmetrical body. All those would be excellent for you
with along several others. One is Plentiful Figure and the other Curved
Corner, both ancient forms created and designed by South Indian women,’ he
said. ‘Are you at all acrobatic Miss?
‘Cindy Krutzler and yes,’ she said executing a walkover both
front and back and then a front one which she held in front of him then came to
her feet and gave him a small peck.
‘Excellent,’ she said and kissed him softly.
Every fibre of her body had resisted the urge to finish him
in one of the many ways she could have.
She left him wanting her; she
knew it, an advantage to be played when the time arrived.
Cindy returned to her rented bungalow and reported in to
DOOM that she had been successful in establishing her cover. Why she had
to state the obvious was beyond her, but she dutifully played along in the role
as the obedient agent.
‘Other agents have got this far as well only to meet their
Waterloo during the next phase of the operation,’ her superior said, a small
weasel-like man Cindy detested, as much for his looks and mannerisms as for the
fact he was a man overseeing woman’s operations. She was always left with
the impression he either didn’t or wouldn’t understand how good she and her
DOOM female operatives were, but as stated she played along and explained in
the interest of unit harmony and more importantly she told herself. ‘He does
assign the missions.’
‘I understand that that from having read the previous failed
attempts,’ she said trying to sound like a team player and not
condescending. ‘But what they failed to do I took care of,’ she said
smiling into the computer screen of her laptop.
She waited in silence refusing to explain until he asked her
to, a small thing, but Cindy liked to command the advantage, especially when it
involved this little man, finally it came.
‘And what is that Agent Krutzler?’ he exasperated.
‘My little audition for him to prove my worthiness as a
student accomplished two things beyond the apparent. First it allowed me
gauge, well let’s just call it, his level of personal interest in me, which I
can report is very personal and second, my interview gave me the opportunity to
cover the room in small micro camera’s I launched into place through the heels
of my shoes. Here is the uplink feed so you can observe the rest of the
mission and I observe him and study him so no surprises come my way,’ she said
with a victorious smile.
‘Excellent work Miss Krutzler,’ he said curtly and
terminated the transmission.
‘Boy I’m pumped now, please no more praise I’ll get a
swelled head,’ Cindy derisively said and hit the termination button on the
screen a little harder than she should have.
Cindy opened the link at observed the various camera angles
she had of the room, 12 in all. Powered by tiny isotopes the ingenious
cameras provided near HD quality and excellent sound, when the isotopes finally
degraded after a weeks’ worth of usefulness, the resulting reaction caused them
to disintegrate and vanish leaving no trace.
The spy entered some key words in a voice recognition
program designed to flag them for review and several video searches for smaller
class of 1 to 3 women. ‘Any training of COIL of other agents will be done
in classes of that size,’ she told herself as she left her laptop to do its job
while she went to pamper her body with a bath.
Later thru and day and all the rest of the next yielded no
evidence of enemy agents, but the key word voice program did reveal that her
cover was not as convincing as she thought. A snippet of a cell phone
call revealed the truth.
‘Yes, she is a full-figured woman and yes extremely agile,
yes I will see to it.’
Cindy checked her email and sure enough as she suspected a
message from her superior to contact him immediately before proceeding.
She may have been a bit of a maverick but she was not foolish enough to cross
DOOM or any of its management minions, as she called them. She connected
the video conference link and smiled her best, not to worry look.
‘It seems you’re not as convincing as you think Agent
Krutzler,’ he snapped getting right into the fray.
‘So it would appear,’ she surrendered the obvious but not
without a bite back of her own. ‘I would however point out that the cover
story was approved by your office and thus by you personally, I had no say in
the matter. If I had, I would have rejected it, I work best when I trust
my instincts and invent as I go along. Had we followed what I felt was
best I would have eliminated him last night, goodness knows I had more than
enough chances,’ she stated not allowing the interrupt her before she got her
piece in.
‘That will do,
despite your ruse being less than what we had expected you are ordered to
continue with the mission as it was conceived and do not deviate from the plan,
is that understood Agent Krutzler?’
‘Perfectly,’ she said terminating the link.
*
*
*
‘I think neither of us need to faint modesty, after all our
first meeting seem to establish we do not hold inhibitions, besides I find they
just get in way of what both parties really desire,’ the DOOM agent voiced in a
silky-smooth voice matching the gesture of the removal of her caftan.
He followed suit, his ample member flaccid, she knew that
would not last forever if she had anything to do with it and she aimed
to. It gave them their first real look at each other and neither was
bowled over by the other, it was as each expected. Cindy, however set
about scanning and cataloguing him for chinks in his armour and points of
exploitation a skill she was rather adapt at.
‘Watch me in the mirror and move as I do,’ he said and they
began.
Cindy fluidly followed his lead but carefully kept herself
just out of reach. When she did require close correction, she kept him
distracted with her wiles, her lips whispering hotly into his ear while her
snaking tongue probed and touched Cindy noting his tactile points and moving
on. She released him from her spell, noting he was granite hard.
‘He’s very aroused and an aroused male is vulnerable to
subtle questioning when placed in the right position and stimulated.’
The plus lovely made a small mistake to lure him in and he
took the bait. The perfume she’d sprayed in her tresses held him for the
seconds she needed. She had foolishly exposed her ass to his wand and he
aimed to finish her. He slid against her smooth back, his cock rubbing
and straightening out for the thrust to impale her and hold her. Suddenly
she fell, her ass catching his rod in her cheeks as she rested on her tucked
under legs. Cindy tensed her ass and held his encased prong as she turned
and applied her lips to his.
Cindy contracted and stroked, she kept him on the edge, but
Cumming him was not in the plans. ‘A spent male can again focus and I
have no intention of being in his gaze. Keeping him entranced and begging
for release will fulfil my need for Intel, one final step, ‘she thought, as her
hands reached for his and caught them.
Cindy felt him push for insertion and alternately pull for
release, but her soft steel embrace was firmly embracing his struggling
obelisk. Held firm in place in her crack unable to move Cindy kissed fire
into him as her cheeks turned and churned his throbbing dong. Her scent,
her touch, her words gave her information without him realising it; her web was
spun so perfectly about him he was lost in the silk of her.
The DOOM woman collected her data for the evening with a
final kiss then relaxed just enough to slide him about, her soft clinging
envelopment still more than capable of denying him entry and easily proficient
at spilling him.
‘One final swirl and.. .’ she said to herself, then twisted
around the side of him and out of the way of his juice stream. She
grabbed her caftan and left, he was convulsing as she departed, round one to
her.
***
Cindy could feel his urgency and his aggression the minute
she entered the studio, just the effect she’d knew she’d have. The
seductress smiled inside, she’d debated about what outfit to wear and in the
end, she now knew the correct choice had been made. The royal purple sari
set her off perfectly, blonde hair and blue eyes dazzled as much as the dress,
the most feminine garment possible, Cindy as well as countless women down thru
time realised it was irresistible to the male and a powerful weapon of desire
and distraction. The dress alone was enough to drive him into her arms,
but that was not her desire, sexual frustration was, for him at any rate.
The DOOM deadly knew as well as he did that tonight would be their final
session, for one of them, so she’d added yet another layer of sex to their
encounter, her accoutrements. Multiple bracelets of varying thickness and
materials adorned each arm, a pin shaped as a spider and encrusted with gemstones
of various hues held in sari in together at her left shoulder. Add to the
mix a pair of earrings, shoes and the package was more than disarming.
‘And without a doubt deadly,’ he thought.
Cindy knew he would have to free her from her garment and accessories
to finish her, leaving her with anything that was a weapon or could be was just
too dangerous.
‘But relieving me of them will prove just as dangerous,’ she
though as he moved close to her.
He carefully removed her spider pin, a delicate task given
its tendency to bite if touched wrong. His successful removal was also a
failure as Cindy moved just enough to let the falling fabric catch on his erect
penis. Next came her earrings and after than her bracelets but not before
she tried to slip him into her arms, her arms deflected at the last second and
her jewellery removed and dropped to the floor out of harm’s way. He
pulled her into the middle of the room and out of her shoes, her final garment
except for the sari which still was folded into his raised stem. The DOOM
agent made no attempt to stop him disrobing her except for a kiss here and
there for encouragement. Cindy’s splendid body emerged and in no time,
she was free of her garment and he in her arms as she deepened his hunger for
her as her arms slipped from his neck then trailing softly down his hard chest,
the tips of her nails creating sparks between them until her hand closed around
his massive prong and she turn the soft silk of her long forgotten sari about
it.
‘Perhaps we should postpone the lesson until after,’ she
whispered hotly into his ear just as he came.
The spy let his pleasure take its course then slowly pulled
the fabric free and watched him shiver as she moved in and hugged him.
My sari master, I sprayed it with a special synthetic
aphrodisiac to breakdown your wilful defenses and leave you more or less in a
super aroused and disoriented state for me to extract more Intel,’ she purred.
Cindy softly guided his body to the floor and on his back
where she stepped over his body, her ass facing his head. Lowering
herself she placed his hard wand between her firm breasts while her arms
immobilized his legs and her nails ensured stillness as they pinched specific
nerve endings.
‘There your lower half is mine now for the top half,’ she
said and went to work.
Her lethal legs took care of his arms and as she finished
the soft pads of her feet rested at the back of his head.
‘My knot is called The Caressing Box, she offered and began.
The DOOM spy stimulated his rod in her caress, his body
fighting her as he tried to escape from her sexy trap. Cindy delighted in
the struggle, she knew she had him in her grip and soon she would have answers
in her grasp. The lethal lovely felt him still, then thrust, a jet of
gizsom escaping him as he thrust in her body.
‘Wonderful baby, a few more explosions like that and you’ll
too weak to resist anything,’ she offered.
Cindy stroked his rock-hard prong in her firm soft
unrelenting cavern of pleasure. Her firm mountains delivering stimulation
to his excited member and spending him four more times until she began to
question and extract information from his defeated form. She climaxed him
again, no more cum was released, just the body shaking torture of her tits
against his cock and her questions. The spy twisted her tits around his
pole, her dance stimulating him from all angles as she worked until she had all
the data she and DOOM could ever use.
The plus beauty lowered her ass and loosened until his face
was sealed, her feet holding his head firmly against her cheeks. Cindy
tensed and drew him in and sealed them together his struggle was weak and
futile. She finished him and relaxed releasing his dead form.
‘Lesson over baby,’ she purred as she dressed and
left.
A Well Coifed Spy
Roz kissed him again then embraced him holding him tight in
her arms before releasing and pushing
him back against the arm of the sofa. She uncrossed her legs and got up
walked over to an opposite wing back chair and sat down crossing her sexy
lethal legs and leaning forward smiling.
‘What’s matter honey bee, you don’t seem interested in me or
is it you’ve had a little too much. I’m told I can be rather
stimulating. What could be bothering you, let me see if I can figure it
out as you don’t seem in a very talkative mood. I prepared very carefully
for our date I agonised over every choice, ah, perhaps that’s where the problem
is,’ she smiled. ‘I need to go over what I did to bring you to this
state.
‘Let’s see?’ she began. ‘After you called I of course
wanted to make a good impression, I mean you’re so handsome so a little
pampering was in order to ensure I was at my best after all you deserve my
best. I poured myself a bath,’ Roz said in a recalling voice was
she began.
‘I like the water a fixed temperature for several reasons,
skin conditioning being the optimal, all girls want smooth perfectly coloured
skin, but for a COIL girl, it’s a requirement, the skin of course but most
importantly the temperature of the water. Once the water was the right depth
and heat I could begin to prepare.
I thought about and seriously considered using bath beads,
COIL issue of course,’ she said and then paused looking at him. ‘Yes honey bee
I’m a COIL agent and you’ve been stung. As I said I considered bath beads
but they require intimate contact and I wasn’t sure we would get there, not
that I wouldn’t have minded, but I wanted something more guaranteed. Of
course, that led me to my next choice, bubble bath. I immerse myself in
the bubbles then exit the water, the bubbles cling to every part of me from the
tip of my neck down. Slowly they start to breakdown and dissolve forming
an invisible firm on my body quite effective with the slightest touch, but then
I had decided on this dress, not much in the way of skin to skin, only my hands
and well you being a TRIDENT agent, you may have been wearing a nasty skin
sealer that would render my plan inert, so I decided on just a bath, I’d have
to find another way.
‘I noticed you kept
my hands away from your neck, a wise precaution, I have a reputation for
scratching I’m sure you were warned about and you did the right thing to
because I had spent a considerable amount of time on my nails this
afternoon. In your honour, I even tried a new shade; tell me what do you
think?’ Roz said getting up and walking over to him and sitting down putting
her head on his shoulders. She spread her fingers before his eyes.
I took a great deal of time on these, filing and fixing edges until they were
perfect and of course keenly bladed. My polish, an unusual colour for me,
off white is the simplest way to describe it; of course, its proper name is
Winter Frost but I couldn’t get my arms around you to nick you so all that time
wasted, but I always plan several other methods.’
She shifted back to the other seat and crossed her legs in
yet another way even in his frozen state she could see he was watching them.
‘They helped get me into COIL and have helped me stay alive
ever since. One of my best assets, they seemed to do the trick on you,’
she smiled. ‘Now back to you, lipstick would have been the simplest and
easiest method, but that becomes boring, predictable and well not much fun, one
or two kisses and it’s over and I had a feeling you were a very good kisser so
why ruin the party. No one likes a party pooper and BTW you didn’t
disappoint in the kissing department. So, we’ve ruled out nail polish,
lipstick, skin poison, I’m not wearing a ring and my bracelets are just that,
no hidden devices their either, so where does that leave us,’ she mused.
‘I do have a rather extensive collection of scents.
Perhaps that is it, a women’s scent can be alluring and impossible to resist,
but you must be careful using them, too overpowering and they can drive someone
away, to subtle and they just fail to have that draw you want. So, you
must pick the right scent and strength for the occasion. This,’ she said
opening up her clutch and removing an atomizer.
‘Is how I get around that, a sort of all in one weapon, a Swiss Army Knife for the female spy, if you will? As you can see at first glance a simple atomiser, but the unit has four separate compartments, all I do is turn the nozzle to one of four symbols each denoting a strength, the lowest is Eau de Cologne, the next, Eau de Toilette, then, Eau de Perfume and finally, Perfume. Each has a specific function; Eau de Cologne contains a simple disorienting scent making the victim dizzy and uncoordinated, perfect for questioning, because of its weakness it takes a while to have an effect, perhaps 20 minutes, maybe a little more. Eau de Toilette contains a knockout drug, slow to build up but quick acting when the right level is reached, maybe 15 minutes. Eau de Perfume is a paralysing scent, maybe 10 minutes before you can’t move a muscle, and finally Perfume, or as I call it, the Embrace of Death, quick and effective it kills in matter of minutes, but what about the wearer, are they effected,’ she pretended he had asked.
‘No this is where the choice comes in for the female, you see to counter act the effects and not fall victim to her own trap, the female has to take certain measures. One being no other skin poisons, so no powder, or oils and of course lipstick, if you do you will succumb to the scent as well as the poison works against you rather than for you. The second being this,’ Roz said fingering a strand of pearls about her neck. One of these balls contains the antidote, it looks and feels like a pearl but it’s a synthetic and its membrane allows the liquid inside it to be released and absorbed by my skin, thus I’m protected, but again, no not this time I wanted something unusual, innocuous, so I chose a special shampoo and conditioner of mine.
‘Is how I get around that, a sort of all in one weapon, a Swiss Army Knife for the female spy, if you will? As you can see at first glance a simple atomiser, but the unit has four separate compartments, all I do is turn the nozzle to one of four symbols each denoting a strength, the lowest is Eau de Cologne, the next, Eau de Toilette, then, Eau de Perfume and finally, Perfume. Each has a specific function; Eau de Cologne contains a simple disorienting scent making the victim dizzy and uncoordinated, perfect for questioning, because of its weakness it takes a while to have an effect, perhaps 20 minutes, maybe a little more. Eau de Toilette contains a knockout drug, slow to build up but quick acting when the right level is reached, maybe 15 minutes. Eau de Perfume is a paralysing scent, maybe 10 minutes before you can’t move a muscle, and finally Perfume, or as I call it, the Embrace of Death, quick and effective it kills in matter of minutes, but what about the wearer, are they effected,’ she pretended he had asked.
‘No this is where the choice comes in for the female, you see to counter act the effects and not fall victim to her own trap, the female has to take certain measures. One being no other skin poisons, so no powder, or oils and of course lipstick, if you do you will succumb to the scent as well as the poison works against you rather than for you. The second being this,’ Roz said fingering a strand of pearls about her neck. One of these balls contains the antidote, it looks and feels like a pearl but it’s a synthetic and its membrane allows the liquid inside it to be released and absorbed by my skin, thus I’m protected, but again, no not this time I wanted something unusual, innocuous, so I chose a special shampoo and conditioner of mine.
The shampoo seals the hair follicles and creates a binding
agent for the conditioner. Once the conditioner is washed in it adheres
to my hair giving a lustrous sheen and a trap of soft curls that you become
entangled in. The scent from my hair when held close along with the
individual strands creates a double dose of well in this case paralysis.
The scent is one factor but the individual strands that contact your skin can
puncture a hole through any sealer and inject my venom. All it took was a
little close contact from me, ‘Roz smiled.
Choices
Roz Downing delivered her kiss to no effect as she suspected. Her kiss should have instantly relaxed him to jello; she knew her frosting was still within its active zone. She let on no alarm and casually kissed him again while she plotted her next move. Her cocktail dress was designed to mesmerize with light flashes dancing off the sequins as she moved in just a certain way. She kissed him some more her lips serving to excite him for more as did the closeness of her body to his and her seductive movements.
‘I need a drink how about you?’ she asked as she pulled her
lips away and ground her hips into his engorged member. She knew from
experience this worked perfectly as a yes inducer on the male, the power of the
feminine touch never failed to get the answer the woman wanted. Roz moved
to the bar her legs on display as a further heart stopper. She mixed
their drinks and turned on the music and turned around smiling at him as she
lithely moved to him and handed him his drink and kiss then turned and danced
away the sequins on her dress lighting up as she swayed.
‘I feel like dancing it leads to other things, besides the
practice is excellent for later, tell me if you like these moves, if you don’t,
not to worry I have many others, I’m sure one will please,’ the spy said in a
seductive voice.
Her dance was slow and sexy, the light beams and flicks
generated in a shower and glitz and sparkle. Roz lifted her arms up and
behind her head, the body displayed for him to see as she moved. The spy
turned and swayed her ass churning as she hula’d her hips in alternating fast
and slow turns the light show working on him unconsciously but perfectly.
She shimmied and shook for several more minutes as her spell deepened, slow
danced very slow for a final minute or so then ceased.
Roz smiled he was stiff from her dance. She walked to
her vanity and took a lipstick and a small cloth and came back to him.
‘Let’s just clean up a bit baby, get rid of my
lipstick and leave the base coat you’re wearing. There better, now this
is an imprint lipstick, we use it to capture a sample of another woman’s or to
capture a sample of a sealer.’
Roz applied her frosting in front of him, the erotic
scene designed to heighten his senses.
‘There perfect she said closing her compact mirror
and slipping her arms around his neck.
‘Business before pleasure baby,’ she said and kissed him slowly and methodically letting the imprint work. ‘Now I just wait a few minutes for the lipstick to dry, then I can peel it off and seal the sample, then we can get down to pleasure.
‘Business before pleasure baby,’ she said and kissed him slowly and methodically letting the imprint work. ‘Now I just wait a few minutes for the lipstick to dry, then I can peel it off and seal the sample, then we can get down to pleasure.
She peeled off a translucent outline of her lips and placed
it inside her compact under the mirror.
‘There whatever DOOM can come up with COIL can overcome, a
simple kiss has given us the chemical analysis we need to break your
organisations latest sealer. Now as promised, business.’
Roz undid her dress and let it fall she stepped out of it
and moved to him, she undid his pants and let them fall, pulled down his
underwear, turned her back and lowered her thong panties as she bent
over. She straightened up and pressed into his stomach with her back her
hands caressing his man as her lips found his. He was hard in seconds her
caress exploding him quickly after that. Roz guided him into her awaiting
ass, slow swirls ensuring he came again until she had him encased fully. Her
arms free she twinned them about his neck as she kissed him. ‘There that
was fun baby. You’re so hard and long, exquisite to feel your throbbing
worm inside me, baby let’s get closer,’ the seductive siren said softly.
She released and turned about kissing him as she worked his
prong into her ample paradise.
‘There pet now hold that position carefully and don’t move
if you want to live. Your tip is just inside my Pressure Ring, one tiny
thrust of your worm will activate the needles to release and inject you with a
deadly poison and we don’t want that, well one of us doesn’t,’ she smiled
sexily.
‘Now pet I’m going to ask you a series of questions, please
answer, I can be very persuasive so don’t try and resist me too much.’
Roz kissed his neck and nuzzled him her perfume wonderful
and her softness delightful. Her open mouth ran her tongue about his neck
and ear before finding his mouth and probing her tip inside everywhere she
could reach while her lips kissed delightfully.
‘I want the names of DOOM plus agents and their weaknesses,
I know you have this Intel so don’t pretend and waste both our times.’
The COIL seductress worked her practiced charms on him as
his cock pulsed inside her he wanting to thrust away as instinct told him to,
but he mastered himself for the moment and instead tried to do what he should
have done all along and pulled out of the honeyed cave.
‘It’s a strange thing that no matter how many times I or my
fellow female agents have employed this peril the male always comes to the
realisation that all they had to do was simply pull out, but strangely they all
arrive at it just seconds too late, just as you have pet. My legs seem to
have swung around behind yours, must have been while we were kissing or you
were enjoying the feel of me.
Now you can’t escape as I seem to have blocked your path of retreat,’ the plus spy smiled and kissed him again.
Now you can’t escape as I seem to have blocked your path of retreat,’ the plus spy smiled and kissed him again.
The spy went back to work soon he was ready to explode
inside her; Roz adjusted his member inside her to relax the pressure and
smiled.
‘I don’t want you leaving just yet, that is just a friendly
offering of the power I have over you in this trap, I can increase the
sensation if you like and let it take its natural course or you can talk to
me.’
He slowly started to talk and she did everything to loosen
his tongue until she had everything she wanted. Roz fingered her pearl
ring releasing the drugged needle and injected him casually during a kiss, she
so adept he never felt it. She undid her legs and pulled free and pushed
him over to the floor.
‘That nasty ring of mine it catches so easy on the skin that
you don’t even know it. Oh, well a girl does need some protection I
suppose and speaking of that here is the object of so much of your trouble this
evening,’ she said as she showed him the ring. Now before we go our
separate ways I would like to give you this gift, call it a reminder of me and
COIL. I’ll just slip it on so it’s nice and snug that way it ensures you
stay hard and it stays on. I’ve set the trigger for motion activation, in
others words you move pet it injects. ‘
Roz slipped her clothes back on and handed him his
cellphone.
‘Once my drug wears off in 10 minutes or so you can call to
have it removed by another agent if you like. Of course, there is always
the possibility that they may ask how it got there and then well if I were a
suspicious DOOM agent I might wonder just what an important person such as
yourself might have said to have their life spared. Sometimes the cure is
the deadlier of the two options, but I’ll leave that up to you to decide.’
Hostile Takeover
‘I have an appointment with Mr. Suskanpol,’ Roz Downing
Corporate Asset Specialist said to his Administrative Assistant who gave her
the look she always did and it was not a friendly one.
‘Perhaps I should hand her one that says Roz Downing, COIL Agent and see if that changes anything,’ she mused the smile never leaving her face.
‘Perhaps I should hand her one that says Roz Downing, COIL Agent and see if that changes anything,’ she mused the smile never leaving her face.
The Admin hung up the phone and made to get up.
‘Oh no need, I know my way in by now,’ Roz said and started
for the door knowing that expression never left the woman’s face. She
could feel her staring at her all the way there as well.
She opened then closed the door giving one last annoying
smile to the woman then turned about to face Mr. Suskanpol, VP of Production on
the far side of the room. The office was the usual collection of
self-congratulatory pictures on the wall accompanied by plaques for service
awards and such. The trophies were inside cases and all turned to face
the guest in a display of male bravado. Roz had noted before no family
pictures and a lack of anything personal, save for his over important
desk.
She walked over and to one of the two chairs opposite his desk, she had noted before they had been pushed back since her first visit allowing him a better view of her legs which she gratefully took advantage of as she sat down, crossing them as she went with such style it made his heart skip, she noted that as well.
She walked over and to one of the two chairs opposite his desk, she had noted before they had been pushed back since her first visit allowing him a better view of her legs which she gratefully took advantage of as she sat down, crossing them as she went with such style it made his heart skip, she noted that as well.
‘I must confess Miss Downing I’m a little surprised by this
meeting, although pleased, given the attractiveness of the company once again,’
he said, the pupils of his eyes widening as he spoke.
Roz Downing, COIL agent was used to that, she reacted with a
smile, receiving it as a compliment, rather than the invitation it was.
Fan Li, an agent herself, but also the CEO of COIL’s business front in Asia had
already explained that her dealings with Mr. Suskanpol had been more about
monkey business than actual business and that despite her best efforts, she had
been unable to close the deal they wanted. Roz had been sent to close the
deal once and for all, whatever that may entail, so far that had been two
attempts on her life, both no doubt orchestrated by him, hence his surprise at
seeing her again.
‘Well, alive,’ she thought, returning the compliment.
‘I thought we might try one final time to come to some sort
of an arrangement regarding the business we wish to transact,’ Roz
smiled. ‘I’m prepared to sweeten the offer considerably,’ she demurred
gracefully re-crossing her legs in the process. That motion brought him
up short a little but he thought he’d recovered before anyone had noticed, but
the trained eye of the agent caught it.
‘I don’t see how but as a good businessman I’d be a fool not
to at least listen,’ he answered leaning forward.
‘Here’s my address, come by about seven tonight and we can
talk, if you like,’ Roz said writing it down on the back of her business card
making the if you like part a definite option for him if other things were on
is mind.
‘What about right now?’ he asked as she stylishly exited her
chair.
‘I keep my sweetener at home and besides I only have enough
for two,’ she said with a look over her shoulder at his bodyguard and that left
no doubt in his mind.
Roz walked around the chair and handed him the business card
before she trailed out the other side of his desk feeling his eyes scanning
her. Across the far side of the office then towards the door and the
waiting bodyguard, a hulk of a man, about 6’4’, barrel chested with meat hooks
for hands, short legs for a man his size and on top of that, fat. His
poorly fitting suit and general dampness of skin indicated he sweated a great
deal. ‘Or maybe that’s just my doing.’ Roz smiled to him as she
approached before an excusing cough came her way.
‘I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your generous offer Miss
Downing, but too many sweets can be bad sometimes or even fatal,’ he said
masking no intent on the meaning. ‘Besides, you and your organisation are
too late, I concluded a deal with another company last night and their sweeteners,
as you like to say, were of the multiple variety,’ he added taking pride in
that fact.
‘Congratulations then to you, on all levels,’ Roz smiled and
made to continue.
‘Part of those sweeteners, besides the ones modesty prevents
me from mentioning were that this be a closed deal and that all outside contact
with other interested parties was to be, how shall we say, dealt with in a
swift and in a sure fashion,’ he smiled evilly and made a quick nod to his
bodyguard.
But Roz was quicker, spinning on one heel she whirled about
and was back in her same position in the blink of an eye, her hands fixing her
clothes. A finger reached out pushing the bodyguard to the side, he
falling with a thud to the floor and not moving.
‘Corporate negotiations can be such a bore; I like to cut to
the chase, fortunately so do my heels, more specifically the retractable blade
in the front of my shoe. You see, I’m an expert in hostile
takeovers. Oh, no, no need to escort me out I can find my own way,
besides, never say I didn’t provide full disclosure.
My circuitous route about your office was not for your
benefit but mine. As I walked my heels were dispersing tiny granules into
your carpet, oh don’t try and look for them, they match the colour
perfectly. These pellets contact a small explosive, not much, but the
thing is they also contain a transmission link to each other, powered of course
by the fuel the pellets are made of, break one pellet and you break the
transmission link to them all and well, many small explosions taken together
make a large one. Large enough to destroy this room and any anyone who
would happen to be in it.
But, there is a bright side, they wear out after an hour and become inert having of course used up all their fuel, in short they consume themselves. So, I would just sit down, carefully and wait for an hour, of course by then I’ll be gone, but, you’ll still be alive,’ she smiled and made her way out the door, to the elevator and out into the parking and her car.
But, there is a bright side, they wear out after an hour and become inert having of course used up all their fuel, in short they consume themselves. So, I would just sit down, carefully and wait for an hour, of course by then I’ll be gone, but, you’ll still be alive,’ she smiled and made her way out the door, to the elevator and out into the parking and her car.
‘I need a touch up,’ she said looking into her rear-view
mirror.
Roz fixed her lips, recapped her case then turned the
dispensing wheel the opposite way until she heard a small click which was
immediately followed by the large explosion from the top floor of the office
tower.
‘Oh well, you always lose some employees in hostile
takeovers.’
Note
So, does this end the story or are there other possible
outcomes that could have happened.
1.
Roz does not use the pellets and he goes to her place for a little sweetening
2.
Mr. Suskanpol sends his guard to kill Roz
3.
Mr. Suskanpol sends his Admin Assistant to finish off the COIL Agent.
Hostile Takeover Part 2
‘Oh! The B Team,’ Roz said in disappointment as she looked
up into the mirror on her vanity. ‘Do you know how long I spent getting ready
for Mr. Suskanpol? And he sends his second to do his dirty work!’ she added
spinning around on the stool denying him a further look at her derriere and the
daring panties she had on but more than compensating with the new front view.
Roz hand just holstered her firm breasts in her bandeau bra the fabric smooth
and caressing about them
‘He didn’t want to dirty his hands with such a job, but he
told I was welcome to,’ the hulk of a man said with malice in his voice toward
her as he starred hungrily.
‘I’m sure he did while then I don’t want to disappoint so if
you’ll give me a few minutes I’ll just put the finishing touches,’ Roz said not
waiting for an answer as she swung back again and began teasing and trussing
her hair, her brush working in the curls just so until she was happy all the
while ignoring the gun in the mirror from her assailant who stood close by but
not too close, Roz smiled at that as she began applying her makeup.
She knew this was the hook, men enjoyed watching a woman
make herself up, it was the thought of seizing that beauty in their arms this
was one reason women took their time doing, the tease, the building of desire,
to drive him crazy, to see how far she could tip the scale before he tumbled
over and succumb to her impossible siren charms. He might think at that point
he had control of her, but she was in fact the one in control, her power over
him so absolute and she knew it, this was what Roz had as she did her eyelashes
then turned it up with a little rouge before taking full control with the slow
fluid application of her lipstick. She knew she had him at this point if she
wanted, she could feel his hot panting breath, smell him wanting her, she his
bulge forming no matter how he tried to hide it, yes she knew she could have
had him then and there, but she had more planned.
She looked in the mirror, satisfied she got up, turned
around and reached for her dress, previously unseen in the corner and slipped
it on, her torso bending forward, her tits coming forward and straining the
bandeau as gingerly she slipped one leg then the other slowly up and inside the
dress, her body wiggling as she pulled it up then reached behind and zipped it
closed, her lean forward fully accentuating the dress and her. She reached
under a chair and pulled out her pumps, raising a leg in turn while free
standing as she slipped them on, her eyes never leaving him as she did it, hers
focused and attentive, his wide and wondrous.
‘There, I’m ready, how do I look?’ Roz asked as she turned
about.
‘Great, ‘he said. ‘Pity no one will recognize you.’
‘That’s not the point, the point is that I care that I look
my best, no matter what the circumstances, it’s a point of pride. Now command
me sir,’ she added with a saucy smile.
The gun came level as he stepped toward her a hand reach out
and seized her by the wrist and pulled her forward placing her in front of him.
‘I like a man who knows his way,’ she added with just a
trace of levity in her voice.
They walked through the open garden doors Roz had hoped Mr.
Suskanpol was going to before Roz slowed just slightly and trailed one leg
behind catching it in his and with a sudden hook send him sideways to the
ground she landing square flush on top of him.
Surprised his hand groped for the gun just a few inches from
his hand, it smacked on top of it just as her mouth found his, his hand rested
on top then slowly his arms slipped around her waist pulling her in closer for
the best kiss of his life,
‘Consider that my parting gift,’ Roz said as she got to her
feet and fussed with her outfit while he somewhat wobbly legged got to his.
‘There, do I look presentable again,’ she said. ‘I’ve been
told I’m a good kisser but this is the first time one of them has left someone
speechless. Ok, it’s not the first time, there have been many other times as
well, she added with an impish girly smile before her expression turned sexy
and knowing as her arms slipped about his neck and pulled his lips to hers for
another round.
‘Hmm, that one wasn’t as good, you’re holding back on me,
makes a girl think she doesn’t have what it takes,’ Roz she as she slunk around
him her body pressed up against his while her hands found ways to amuse
themselves before she was face to face with him once more.
‘Your stiff as a board honey, in several places,’ she added
the second part just a fraction of a second later to drive home the point.
‘What happened? Well I’m sure I had something to do with it, but the question
is what part of me?’ Not too worry sugar lips, I’m not the kind of girl to
leave you on the doorstep, so to speak, she mused. ‘No, I’m the kiss and tell
type.’
‘For starters, no it’s wasn’t my lipstick or my nails or
anything exotic as that. Some girls like those sort of devices and while I
admit a certain fondness for them every so often, but they have their place and
tonight was not it. So, where does that leave us? As you can see, not a ring on
my fingers, so nothing special there either, even my scent is normal, given to
me by a male admirer a while back, so that can’t be it. My shoes, well shoes
make the lady and to a woman there is no such thing as nothing shoes, all are
chosen very carefully no matter what the occasion or the ladies profession,
every shoe has a function. That’s why every man has a pair of shoes he likes to
see his partner in, the lucky ones have many pairs they like to watch. But back
to me, nothing special in these, although I dare say they are a pair of my
favourite,’ Roz said stepping back and turning about in a lovely pair of
midnight back heels.
‘There is an old saying, ‘dress for success’ and it
certainly applies to the spy game. This dress, I personally love sequins while
agents I know lean towards the classic little black dress, but to each her own.
But back to me, my dress, code named Anemone, attracts its prey then delivers a
fatal sting to anything that strays close enough for me to strike at,’ she
smiled. ‘The sequins conceal micro needles, so small the victim never notices
them, but more than ample enough to pierce the skin. There released by
pressure, such as the pressure of an embrace. You see honey bun holding me can
be a very dangerous affair. Of course, it could have been a fatal embrace, the
choice of toxin being mine, but you’re in luck snuggle muffin, tonight it was
only a paralysing toxin, not fatal but long enough lasting for you to become a
guest of COIL. I’m sure some things you can tell us could be of use. I’ll call
them in a minute but before I do here’s on final touch to remember me by,’ Roz
said sweeping into him for an embrace and a final touch of her lips.
Miss Filed
Roz kept her room immaculate, everything ordered so she
could find it even in the dark. As new things got added she redid what
was needed. Perhaps because she was a plus, she tried harder. She
grabbed her robe when she heard a knock on the door. Cassidy smiled and
enter. Roz said nothing but stepped aside, she and Cassidy had been
assigned to eliminate a dangerous male, together.
Cassidy had made no bones about working with a Plus Agent; she hated it, called Roz derogatory names and treated her as a junior partner. Her only saving quality and the one Roz respected most was she was lethal.
Cassidy had made no bones about working with a Plus Agent; she hated it, called Roz derogatory names and treated her as a junior partner. Her only saving quality and the one Roz respected most was she was lethal.
‘I’ve come over to say I’m sorry for the way I’ve been
treating you. You’ve proven you belong here but what you’ve accomplished
can you forgive me?’
Roz was a little taken aback but smiled and hugged
her. Cassidy looked at her and said.
‘You really are a stunner any man would fall into your arms
or for that matter any woman,’ she smiled and reached for Roz’s mouth, her kiss
slow and wonderful. She undid Roz’s rob and slipped it off doing the same
with hers.
‘Oh that was
wonderful, now back to reality, how do I kill you?’ Roz looked shocked
she thought another kiss was coming and maybe more, Cassidy saw this.
‘Of course where are my manners?’ She kissed Roz again
and again slowly her mouth moving about. ‘Yes my plump princess, your
death is on my mind tonight just as my Stinging Cicada Lipstick is. You
must be sore from our adventure this afternoon? I had hoped his Anal
Centipede would kill you sparing me the bother, I even gave him the slack in my
knot to finish you and encouragement to do so, but you refused with that
full-sized form of yours. Still six hours in an Anal Centipede,
impressive, but as you told me, exhausted, tender and spent. Ranjah was
impressive, he climaxed you 26 times, his cock I was told was formidable, it’s
a good thing I didn’t fall prey to it, of course that was never my plan.
Guiding you into was, exhausted you’re a simple kill like any other
opponent. I watched as you collapsed from his dead frame after I
administered his demise, a clump of hot wet flesh, unable to move. I
supposed I should have finished you then and there, my body was warm and pliant
from him, what would you have done Roz, my ample agent. I had several
ideas, a knot of course was first, my Spreading Palm is quite effective or the
Tyrolean Rope, what choices and you would have been helpless against me.
But then I thought, perhaps a congratulatory kiss for our victory or a casual
scratch when we were dressing, again too easy. No, I wanted you recovered,
then the idea hit me, get her off guard, with an apology and flattery then
attack. As you know, can see my lipstick is quick acting and long
lasting. I spent the time since we got back going over a text I recovered
a while back, very old and keenly specific, really a scientific treatise.‘
‘Its title, The
Voluptuous Woman her Traits, Talents, Tools and Traps. Seems your type
was quite deadly in olden times and no one knew how to defeat you, that is
until a woman of normal proportions took it upon herself to correct that with
her observations. The reading is quite detailed as are the drawings, step
by step instructions in how to act. Everything from dressing to combat
the fleshy opponent to all the tools needed to capture and kill them. Her
chapters on how your kind kills and the counters are most interesting as are
the 12 chapters on all known Voluptuous Binds, as knots were called back then
and the counters to them. The last 10 chapters deal with Binds for the
Voluptuous Spy, intricate descriptions and extremely concise anatomical
drawings give guide for the regular sized spy.’
‘The female, Lady
Elizabeth Sussing, was a British spy based in Italy when she wrote this in 1754
and had witnessed these ‘Chunky Courtesans’ as she called them in action.
I’m sure FORCE will miss you, but as they mourn your loss
another will fill your place, I’ll simply tell them you died on the job and
move on to my next target inside FORCE making many happy.’
Cassidy stepped back and stretched a little then pinned up
her blonde hair into a bun, her body rippled with danger, her muscles aching
for action.
‘After reviewing the book I thought I’d use Lady
Sussing favourite The Column, she notes she killed 10 large ladies with this
over her career. She even has a story about how she first started down
the road to her magnificent document; we have time so I’ll share. This
woman, a Countess Montage had used her favorite weapon, a lace negligee to kill
him; the pearls sewn on the garment were paralysing pills that dissolved on heated
contact. Close contact and kisses stiffened him in more ways than one.
As Lady Sussing watch from behind a tapestry the Countess
removed her garment and went to work, he was hers in seconds, the old woman
moved a leg behind his and languid tripped their bodies to the floor where her
bulk settled into place. She watched as the Countess worked him for
information, her body convincingly effective. Lady Sussing observed her
Bind on the male, she did not know its name yet but she saw how it worked perfectly.
The Countess only moved sparingly, her body waiting for motion, slight turns of
her full ankle for a small raise of a calf worked parts of her into him while
her kisses worked out the information she required.
She noticed the Countess talked to him in a suggestive
manner, keeping him aroused and active, her body and the Bind counted on him to
contract her bulk. Movement was almost imperceptible over the hours; her
body didn’t register elasticity at all over the time. The Countess kept
up the questions, she needed the information badly for her government and he
was refusing, which Lady Sussing noted, he would not submit to her body.
She watched the Countess carefully role them over and over several times toward
her night stand, her body not constricting an inch, total control from years of
practice.
The Countess kept a spare box of some description beside it,
she kissed him and reached out with a finger and touched a secret catch,
something and the box whirred into action. The top opened then the sides then
finely a door and the front slid open.
‘Since you won’t talk Mon Cheri, perhaps we move on to more
effective means. What to use?’ she cooed as she looked at her
choice. Lady Sussing used her opera glasses to have a closer look.
The Countess had an array at her hands. My Stinger, non, Powder du Bain,
perhaps, Oil of Boudoir, excellent. Lady Elizabeth observed the Stinger
was a ring, Powder du Bain was lady’s powder, but she suspected laced with a
drug. The Oil of Boudoir looked just like oil for the skin of any woman,
but how would she apply it give the time lapse in the bind, over 4 hours, her
size and the entwined nature of their bodies. The countess placed
the vile in her ornate hair and very slowly rolled him over, her body frozen
against his. She completed a further half roll into a new position and
loosened her knot, he fought and tried to escape, she stopped relaxing and let
her clumpy form envelop him again. Within half an hour she was pressed
back into place and kissing him. Lady Elizabeth watched as she lay still, her substantial form curled around his. She kissed him on the
cheek and turned her calf to draw in just a little more then stilled content to
hold her prey. The Countess was in no hurry it seemed and Lady Sussing
soon saw why. A slow drip of liquid came to her ear; the Countess had
administered the drug when she relaxed. The spy let the drug work in her
body providing the coverage until they both glowed in the candle light.
Satisfied the Countess rolled them a final time settled, the drug was more than
effective as was her Bind, she got the information she wanted. Her body
moved slowly inward inching her leviathan form about his contracting carefully
and purposely as she wrapped death around him. She gave him a final kiss
and relaxed undid her Bind and slowly rolled free.
‘Au revoir Mon Cheri,’ she said, slipping back into her
negligee and ringing for her servants to remove the body. Unfortunately I
will end the story there, leaving you in suspense, there are many more stories,
all equally erotic and informative, now back to you and me and the present day,
shall we begin?’ Cassidy smiled as she came toward Roz.
Cassidy thought she saw Roz move and then thought nothing of
it or anything else as Roz moved toward her.
‘A truly spellbinding story, but not enough so I’m afraid
and neither was your kiss. A simple protective clear sealer, we larger
girls like to be prepared as for you well again,’ she smiled and let her hand
fall behind her ass as she relaxed it. A simple trigger device, one
squeeze and it signals the cherub behind you to release a poison dart.
Now as you said, back to you and me.’
^^^
Sometime later Roz returned to her room, the clean crew
having taken care of Cassidy and her belongings, except for a certain book Roz
had removed beforehand. She placed in on the bed and then unlocked her
suitcase, released the secret compartment, and pull out another book.
‘Together again,’ she said with a smile as her eyes fell on
the title.
Observations on the Origins, Abilities and Limits of the
Voluptuous Vixen as a
Spy.
Two for the Price of One
Roz Downing was brash, confident, smart, sexy, attractive,
alluring, dazzlingly put together, daring, dynamic, deadly, slinky, and
seductive; she was expected to be, as a COIL operative. She was highly
regarded inside COIL and highly despised by their enemies. She took it as
a badge of honour, ‘after all, she told herself, ‘I must be doing something
right for them to take such a special interest in me.’
It was more like a concentrated effort to finish her, but so
far she was the only one still standing, hence her meeting with higher
ups. She paced back and forth in the conference room; immaculately
dressed, accessorised and coifed as usual she moved back and forth her perfect
stride accentuating her legs with just the slightest inflection of calf muscle.
Her white skirt cut just at the top of her knees displayed her wares; she
underpinned just enough to give her ass its due display as she moved.
Roz’s skirts were always straight tapered inward but not too much as to
restrict movement should she need to call them to do more than just distract.
Her shoes were important; they added to the package, never one for straps, she
preferred a classic pump with a 2 or 2 ½ inch heel, always tapered down and
never a solid piece, too clunky she always said.
Her blouses and tops were classic colours, usually solid
primary colours but creams and pastels, for the topics worked well. Full
sleeve or short, halter style, cross fronts or sleeveless, she didn’t mind her
torso courtesy of an extensive workout routine displayed them all with equal
vigour. Her full orbs pushed out and exhibited for others, buttons placed
and unhitched elegantly to attract and distract. Her shoulder length
hair, thick and curly just topped the dessert with a cherry.
The meeting had gone as expected, they were concerned for
her health, meaning her life, but she assured them and backed it up with facts
from her missions that she was fine. They needed her, so she always knew
they would let her continue. Before leaving and the new mission they had
given her, she needed a resupply her arsenal so a shopping trip was in order,
first stop cosmetics.
Roz got to test new weapons, she had even had a few made up
for her that had become popular. She went from there to jewellery, then
to lingerie which included hosiery, then to shoes and finally clothes.
When she finished, she had quite a haul and arranged to have it shipped to her
place.
The assignment was in Colombo, Sri Lanka. It was hot
and humid, not conducive to her type of agent, or that was the conventional
thinking, but Roz Downing was anything but conventional. She checked into
her hotel, her heels clicking on the tile for echoing about the room and her
legs brought stares from all about as well.
COIL had set up the necessary cover of her as buyer of
fabrics and made appointments with several manufactures as cover, the middle on
was the one she was interested in.
Roz crossed the floor keenly aware of the eyes fixed on her
for security and personal purposes. He may be a bodyguard but he was also
a man. Her outfit, a pink coral coloured skirt, white silk halter top
that exposed her back and shoulders and all their mesmerizing motion, a
matching hat tilted to one side all completed and boosted by a pair of light
pink dusty pumps, her legs, bare and tanned danced for him as she walked toward
his boss.
Roz loved pearls and the strand around her neck dipped into
her décolletage and he could help but notice and she could help but notice he
did. She smiled shook hands and sat down her full legs crossing perfectly
as she did, the muscles tensing to sculpt them into something soothing to
behold.
As they chatted she causally tested the waters by lightly
swinging her crossed leg, the air conditioning responded by humming to life as
the room heated up.
‘I would love to come to your party,’ she smiled, seeing her
chance to complete her mission quickly. She made sure her legs and ass
swayed as she left the office leaving a good and hopefully searing memory for
later at the party.
Roz moved among the guests with ease, chatting and having a
good time all the while working closer to her target. Her dress was
daring, a sea foam green silk sari with modifications. A halter band
style top with a white sheer scarf that hid nothing and allowed her firm arms,
back and shoulders to complete for attention with her smooth hard stomach, a
double slit skirt that constantly exposed her legs to view, her concession to
the outfit was a pair of sandals, but her legs did not suffer the loss of
heels, her yoga saw to that stretching her gams to perfection. She had
put her hair up for the evening, again a concession to fashion and finished
with diamond stud earrings and necklace.
She carried a small clutch for touch ups should she need
them but she had prepared for the heat of the evening, hence the airy dress to
keep her cool and her makeup. The heat and humidity could play havoc with
cosmetics Roz however had an advantage other women did not have, her own
personal cosmetics company, COIL.
Varnished with a clear lacquer, which she preferred, Roz had
sealed them with a special polish, it did many things, one it keep them from
being chipped and damaging the drug of her choice. It was also heat and
cold resisted and finally it acted as a self-sharpening tool keeping the
agent’s nails razor fine.
Her lipstick was also unique to her. Water, heat and
cold resistant, it was designed to last for hours. Tonight, she’d chosen
Tangerine Sunset, an orange colour so perfect on
her.
‘I assume you’re here to kill me,’ she smiled.
‘Your cover was not as cunning as you might have imagined,
we saw through it right away,’ he said casually stepping in from the open patio
doors.
‘I suppose not, that’s why I left the door open, why make it
difficult for either of us. Tell me what gave me away?’ Roz smiled.
‘You may be not what anyone would think of as the classic
female spy, but you have an incredible amount of confidence and style for a
woman,’ his voice trailed off as he searched for more words.
‘For a woman of my size,’ Roz said completing the sentence
for him.
‘I did want to seem impolite, I was going to say unique
body,’ he answered.
‘A gentlemanly assassin, how refreshing,’ Roz said as she
moved from around the bar. Touching her hair, she came out
from behind the bar and looked at him.
‘Care for a drink or
are you all business?’ she asked.
He came at her, she put down her drink and move slinky and
smooth out of the way a laugh trailing in the air.
‘You’ll have to be better than that honey bun, for a big
girl I move quickly,’ she mocked before a punch found his side.
He swung widely with a backhand, Roz ducted underneath the
windmill then delivered a solid punch to his stomach and a rising knee to the
same location, he doubled over, the spy grabbed his arms and flipped him to the
floor where a kick crashed into his sides, she grabbed her drink and sauntered
away her ass swaying sexily.
‘You’ll have to do better than that honey bun if you want to
stop me,’ she cooed.
He gathered himself up and came towards her; she placed her
drink on a coaster and shimmied her body a little. He threw a series of
punches Roz blocked with ease before she caught one arm, stepped inside and
drove an elbow into his side, he doubled over and she drove two punches into
his kidney’s that collapsed him to his knees.
The sexy siren applied a neck pinch and turned into him
lowering slowly to her knee’s her one arm draped around his neck the other
slipping around to join in in a soft intimate clasp.
‘Well pumpkin where do we go from here or perhaps it’s
better if we go back from here a little to earlier this evening. The
dress was daring, nothing too daring, I’ve worn others more revealing, but it
served its purpose to attract attention. Why should I want to do that,
reveal myself as it were, well why not?’ Look here’s a woman trying too
hard and of course a suspicious mind immediately thinks what’s she trying so
hard for. You fell for step one.
Step two, get close. I have a naturally bubbly
personality and I’m told certain vivaciousness, I used it to worm closer to my
target.
Step three, get past security. This where we come back
to the dress, nothing could be concealed; you checked my clutch and gave me
very specific instructions as to contact. I knew you suspected me so you
made me remove my shoes kept the clutch and then you exacted a kiss from me,
just as I had hoped and let me proceed. My work done I left the party and
this is where we come back to us sugar,’ she explained.
‘I don’t understand,’ he said.
‘That’s because I haven’t explained step four yet. A
woman in this profession takes full advantage of her gender and COIL encourages
me to do just that. Tell me sweetie what was the one thing you didn’t find in
my clutch that should have been there?’ Here’s a small hint,’ she softly
said. ‘Yes honey bun, lipstick,’ she said answering for him. A
special blend of mine just for this type of weather and occasion, long lasting
and active, comes in a variety of shades, for tonight I choose Tangerine
Sunset,’ she said releasing her nerve lock and pushing him down to the
floor. Roz lowered herself onto him, her body pressing against his as she
writhed slowly into place, her arms tucked under his so her hands could caress
his face.
‘Sunsets are constantly changing colour, that’s why they
fascinate us. My lipstick doesn’t change colour but it does change.
You see I suspected security would be looking for any weapons a female of the
species my employ to kill with, poison being a personal favourite with my sex
and why not, tradition and ceremony have given us a natural path to that end
through cosmetics. Nail polish, perfume, body oil and of course lipstick
all can be employed by the female for an intimate and totally effective
kill. So naturally I eliminated it from my clutch, but one problem
removed and another to overcome. This is where we met as its usually put
pumpkin. You were the last line of defense I had to get by and all I
needed to do was kiss you, which I willing did and when nothing happened I was
allowed to pass. The kiss was pleasant by the way honey bun,’ Roz offered
as she stroked the side of his face and shifted about him he fully erect with
attention. ‘But back to the explanation. Tangerine Sunset is a
special polymer blend that mixes when applied. It’s tricky to apply, a
woman needs a steady hand, no retouches can be done, it must be one single
caress for each lip otherwise the chemical reaction of the polymers will not
take place. You can imagine trying to do that in a crowded party or in a
hurry. So, COIL came up with a way to make it long lasting, and active
cosmetic that has a chemical life of its own on the wearers’ lips.
Once my frosting is applied, the polymers bind into two separate layers almost
instantly. Our kiss removed the outer layer and once nothing happened to
you I was allowed to pass it also allowed the active ingredients in the second
layer to react with the air and turn my lipstick into a rather permanent sunset
for your employer. He should be experiencing the first effects already just
as you are. Yes, honey bun, my kiss has affected you as well. Yours
is merely a delayed paralysing agent, it doesn’t kill, merely renders you
unable to move. I knew he’d send someone after me; I designed my plan
around it, because why get one target when you can get two and best of all
honey bun you’ll be able to tell us all we want to know. All that for two
kisses,’ Roz said as she rose to her feet and picked up her phone.
Unusual Suspect
Roz Downing knew she was the last person he would suspect of
being an agent but she was unsure of his male assassin bodyguards who had been
keeping a very close watch on her. She had given them nothing except her
sexy best which she always gave. Still she wasn’t above them, her size 14
usually acted as a deterrent keeping suspicion away from her until it was too
late, this time it could be working the other way.
She thought of this as she combed her brunette shoulder
length hair, the last thing she did before going to bed. It was getting
harder to keep a curl with the days accumulating in the tropics, the heat was
intense and the rains only made the air thick and uncomfortable hence she wore
as light a clothing as was possible and slept in the nude.
Thinking of that she got up and walked to her patio doors
her brush working her hair, her bare sexy hard form silent as it moved, her
firm size 40 guns not wavering as she moved, her firm full ample ass wiggling
as she moved in her sexy way. Roz opened the door just a little more then
skipped out of the way of a kick and returned one of her own that sent her
assailant backward arms failing to keep his balance.
‘I was wondering when you would figure me out and try,’ Roz
said. ‘I suppose from your lack of attire I can expect you’re a sexual
assassin, you certainly have the equipment for it,’ she said in a sexy voice
referring to his massive limp prong. ‘We are all trained to kill the
female with our bodies, even fat ones such as you,’ he sneered.
Roz gave this comment no heed, it was all talk, she was a
prize to be savoured and bragging rights for the one who finished her, plus
agents were valued as such.
‘Well then if that’s how you feel I don’t want to waste any
of your time and let you get on with finishing me,’ she said as she walked
toward him the muscles in her sexy thighs dancing ever closer until she was
against him. ‘Make your move honeybun,’ Roz cooed as she slipped her arms
tight about his neck. ‘What’s the matter am I that repulsive or are you
just being a gentleman and letting me go first, she smiled. ‘That’s very
sweet honeybun but I took that honour already care to guess how or should I
just explain my trap, you can talk but you can’t move no matter how hard you
strain those lean muscles of yours can you. Could it have been a scratch
from either my toenails or fingernails both are I admit razor sharp but I’m
sure you noticed no varnish on them while observing me and I’m quite sure this
film on your skin is a sealer against my nails so that is not it.’
Roz unhooked her arms and moved away one hand trailing down
his smooth chest while the other caressed his ass. She was in control, a
female on the hunt, the scent of the man on her. Roz trailed her hand
back up and turned his head for him to her waiting lips for a kiss.
‘Simple pleasures honeybun before we get down to business,’ she said and kissed
him again.
She moved behind and pressed herself into his back and
kissed his neck as she talked. ‘Now just how did I do it, to return to
the question and here is the answer,’ she said. A spine from my hairbrush,
inert while in place but when I push the trigger it becomes active delivering a
paralysing drug that is almost instant,’ she said showing him the thin dart
before tossing it away.
‘You see honeybun I
bring so much more than size to the table, but don’t go on my word, actions are
always better,’ she said with a nuzzle of his neck as her hands closed about
his rope. Roz lapped his cord in her hands, her soft caress pulled from
the base out to the tip, her hand over hand stroke giving him no respite.
His prong was huge even when flaccid. ‘No doubt his killing device,’ Roz
thought.
The spy nipped and kissed his neck and ears, letting her
tongue dance about to spark the fire of passion. Her hands hot and fluid
bathed him in a wet embrace as she pressed herself into him.
‘You’re beginning to harden, perhaps you’ve changed your opinion of me honeybun,’ Roz silky voice as the sole of her left foot ran up and down his calf, her full lethal bend leg very visual in the mirror to him, its curvature and muscle tone most alluring like a snake dancing before its prey waiting for the exact moment to strike and holding all in its thrall.
‘You’re beginning to harden, perhaps you’ve changed your opinion of me honeybun,’ Roz silky voice as the sole of her left foot ran up and down his calf, her full lethal bend leg very visual in the mirror to him, its curvature and muscle tone most alluring like a snake dancing before its prey waiting for the exact moment to strike and holding all in its thrall.
‘They come as a matched set would you like to see the mate?’
Roz offered then switched legs as her cheek hugged against his and she watched
his reaction to her gam as she continued her hardening.
Roz swayed her body and changed her hand motion her fingers
ran about his semi hard rope letting it flop away and down before being caught
by another in a cascade of pleasure. His resistance was impressive to her
but she was extending him outward with each passing minute.
‘Getting there honeybun, you’re growing to like me I see,’
she smiled as the motion changed to a gentle tugging. She could feel his
pulse quickening and his body just beginning to show the signs of sweat beads,
a dead giveaway that the male was sexually excited, from that Roz took her
queue.
‘Time for something different I think,’ she said and
released his prong. The spy moved in front keeping her body in contact
with his all the time, the electric connection between them sparking and
crackling as she moved until she was facing him in intimate closeness her arms
around his chest.
Ironic isn’t it, you can feel my kisses and my bush rubbing your tip but you can’t move to prevent it as much as you may want to push inside me and truth as much as it may be the experience of a lifetime for me I want to live to have other experiences. I suspect penetration would imprison me on your spindle. No for safe keeping I think we’ll just put this very hard and wonderfully large obelisk in a safe place,’ she said as she pushed it down just letting its tip part her wet lips before securing it softly between her thighs.
Ironic isn’t it, you can feel my kisses and my bush rubbing your tip but you can’t move to prevent it as much as you may want to push inside me and truth as much as it may be the experience of a lifetime for me I want to live to have other experiences. I suspect penetration would imprison me on your spindle. No for safe keeping I think we’ll just put this very hard and wonderfully large obelisk in a safe place,’ she said as she pushed it down just letting its tip part her wet lips before securing it softly between her thighs.
‘Comfy honeybun, I know I am. Now since I’m so
unattractive this round of the game should be easy for you to win.’
Roz began to move her body in a slow swaying motion,
hypnotic hips and luscious dancing lips mixed in with a warm pressing body,
full beautiful tits and soft caressing roving hands and moved about and
everywhere on him. One sensation after another filled him from her
enchantment, just when one pleasure centre closed she open another. Her
hips rolling and polishing his prong with sways and lunges as she held it in
her firm soft embrace rolling it about and sending lightning bolts of pleasure
down it and into his receptors as did her lips on his, the paths converging in
an overloading of his contro
l.
l.
‘That’s it honeybun, watch my body snake itself about, my
rhythmic charms hold your gaze I see, my control fascinates you, my ass
delivering an oscillating fan of heat to that trapped rod, unable to escape the
rolling agitation of climax building inside it,’ Roz’s poisoned honey lips said
as she danced him closer and closer to climax.
She sensed his closeness and instinctively adjusted her
motion to urge him over the edge and tightened her embrace to hold him to
her. Roz felt him getting still and then a thrust and another and more,
her hips shimmied quickly as she delivered mind bending pleasure to his cock
forcing him deeper into her web of pleasure as he spumed, his wand pulsing
between her warm thighs as she wrung him out.
His labours weakened his legs and Roz let him slip, his
still granite pole sliding down her thighs a little as did his body, her arms
supporting him as his head nestled into the crevice of her tits.
‘Another round to me honeybun! I think it only fair to
warn you that one more climax will end game, you know the saying, three strikes
and you’re out.’
Roz knew how to move him, the last session had told her body
what he liked, she’d stored the date and was now using it one him, a second
orgasm would not be long in waiting, she had the key to unlock his desires and
did so.
‘Oh honeybun this is longer than the first,’ she laughed as
her hips jackhammer sending his cock into a fury and his juice jetting out
behind her. Roz rocked her hips back and forth dredging every last ounce
of fluid and willpower she could from him then let his body sink further.
Her breasts closed around his face and her arms tightened his behind his back
as her calves locked in behind his and she drew him in.
‘Game over honeybun, delicious though it was I’m afraid you
fallen into my suffocation trap. With my guns in place you have only a
short time before your air runs out, let’s spend the last few moments
continuing our game honeybun.’
Up Sized
Fala used her speed to keep the COIL plus at bay, she had no
intention of permitting the voluptuous vixen get with striking distance while
she was still robust. Besides, there were other considerations in play
that Fala had to be concerned about and she was dealing with them first.
She’d noticed the DOOM agent’s body had a sheen to it earlier in the day and
even now it reflected when the moonlight hit it a certain way.
‘Perhaps it’s just a skin sealer but maybe it’s something
more insidious, a suffocation wax meant for me if I’m entangled in her body,
either way she has protection of a sort and I need to deal with it, luckily
sealers have one means of activation, heat and thus one means of getting rid of
them as well and I came prepared. All I have to do is stay out of her
reach, keep her active and let the hot tropical weather melt her outer shell
then to be certain clean her nude hot form inside The Clinging Cloth,’ she
thought.Earlier
She watched as the agent walked in to the large living
space, unzipped and discarded her dress on a chair then did the same with her
shoes, bra and panties, with her jewellery safely inside her case, Fala made
her move.
She moved quickly to tire the woman as they engaged in
combat. The petite agent moved with speed and skill, the plus landed a
few blows but just glancing ones, not enough to damage the super fit FORCE
agent. Their firm silhouettes pivoted back and forth in the moonlight as
they fought. Soon both women were filmed in a lustre of dampness; the hot
still night air pressing against their bodies, Fala noticed her opposite number
was dripping a little more than she was.
‘Her skin sealer is dissolving, now to speed things up and
slow her down.’
The DOOM agent was out weighed; out sized and out muscled by
her opponent, still her orders were clear, death to this woman who had been a
deadly menace to them, she pressed on. Unwilling to touch her with skin
to skin contact for the uncertainty of what the sealer was Fala changed
fighting styles to a Striking Snake. Her nails hit the plus as her speed
increased and the FORCE agent was unable to match it. She used her toes
and hands to bite nerve endings slowing the plus even more; wearing her down over
the hours until a few well-placed strikes took the steam out of the woman and
left her stiff in the middle of the large room.
‘Jah-Hi’ Fala yelled each time she struck a point on the
neck, back and thighs of the woman adding the insurance she wanted before
smiling. She retrieved something from outside the patio doors and
returned coming in front of her stricken victim.
‘You’re quite a talent Miss Downing, but even you have
limits. My nails pack an unnerving touch, so much so you can’t move, not one muscle,
but not to worry, it’s only a temporary condition, you see I want you to
move. I need to ensure that whatever your body is coated in is cleansed
so I can execute you more to my liking,’ Fala smiled as she began placing the
cloth around the agent’s form in a certain way. The two ends adhered
together and Fala stepped back and looked at her handiwork, made several small
adjustments and addressed the agent again.
‘My means of cleansing you, it’s call The Clinging
Cloth. Its works by two means, a scrub and an absorbent fibre each woven
side by side, one peels away what’s left of your wax seal and the other traps
it deep in the fabric making it safe to handle when removed later. It
moves as you move and you must keep moving to stay alive for if you stop the
fabric will stop floating on the surface of your skin and stick to it.
Within minutes you’re helpless in its embrace as it crushes you in an inward
pull, so please keep moving, better to take your chances with me later than
certain death now.
Unfortunately, the cloth is rather exhausting as it works, constant motion can be tiring and the cloth is slow working so even if you manage to last the three hours I estimate it will take to clean you you’ll be in no shape to resist me. Shall we begin,’ Fala smiled.
Unfortunately, the cloth is rather exhausting as it works, constant motion can be tiring and the cloth is slow working so even if you manage to last the three hours I estimate it will take to clean you you’ll be in no shape to resist me. Shall we begin,’ Fala smiled.
‘Ki so Hah!’ she yelled as her toenails from one foot hit
the back of one of the agent’s knee’s and she crumpled to the ground, her body
free to move.
The FORCE agent moved instantly her body slinking and
meandering as she worked to her feet, her wiggling form unabated in its
motion. Fala watched the frenzied women try and get the cloth swathed
about her form to come loose as she moved but it just moved with her always
just a touch out of her grasp. The intense dance continued in time, the
pluses body steeped in endless dampness from her toils as she moved and The
Clinging Cloth cleansed her succulent form of its sealer. Her body motion
feverish into the second hour, maddened for freedom, she tried every sway and
spool she could to entice the fabric close and effect an escape.
‘I must say your interpretative dance skills are highly
entertaining my dear,’ Fala offered in a cutting comment.
The fabric gripped her like a tenacious lover, her curves so
designed to hold a spell over her partners instead found themselves in the
caress of a much more sinister lover, one who embraced every enthralling arc of
her in the transparent trap.
‘You’re slowing down my generous woman,’ Fala cooed.
The COIL agent was indeed slowing down, the oppressive heat;
the constant motion and the duration were draining. She’s tried to gage
the precise speed she needed and in doing so had caused the trap to draw in
here and there especially about her legs. Her steps were now much shorter
in distance than even a small time ago as she moved about a slinking erotic
physique of entwined femininity.
She stumbled and fell then fought to her feet her motion
again restricted the cloth now had a firm and fast grip on her not unlike a
constrictor. Dripping from every pore of her naked form, her once
beautifully styled and teased hair she’d set out the evening with was now
dishevelled, tangled and sodden, her skin burnished with heat glowed reddy
orange as she gasped and fought for air in the heavy summer night. The
spy knew more than the elapsed time had been spent and she had been cleansed
thoroughly for a long time, now it was just her opponent enjoying the
predicament of her. She moved sluggishly, fell and despite all her
efforts could not get to her feet again, she slowed over the minutes then
stilled as the bind seized her utterly.
‘Excellent, you lasted longer than I expected meaning that
your body should be unreservedly spent of its energy, something I know you
girls have in abundance,’ Fala said as she cut the binds of The Clinging Cloth
from the enflamed spy.
The FORCE agent had little time to catch her breath before
she felt the force of Fala’s foot to her side.
‘Chi So Do!’ Fala yelled as she struck again, this time to
the inner thighs of the spy.
The stricken female rolled over in pain pulling up and
grabbing her legs to form herself into a defensive ball. Fala smiled as
she circled and applied a nerve pinch to the woman’s neck opening her up.
‘Jee Wai!’ Fala yelled and she double chopped the neck then
worked her nails down the spine of the agent. The DOOM operative picked
her up supporting her as she introduced herself into the woman, her body
sensing and positioning itself before she spun out of the embrace.
‘Ki Ha!’ she said as she moved then circled about Roz before
taking the agents head in her arms and pulling her half over.
‘Wah Ta!’ she repeated as her knee drove into the woman’s
stomach. Fala let Roz’s head fall between her ankles, she tightened about
the neck then feel overtop of the woman and gripped the agent’s ankles in her
hands. It was hard, the plus was dead weight but she pulled back on
herself raising the agent upright then slowly bowing her out as she lowered
herself to her knees releasing one leg that she splayed out to the side for
balance while the other cupped Roz’s neck in the back of her knee.
Finally, she bent the woman’s legs behind her back and secured her feet with one of her arms.
Finally, she bent the woman’s legs behind her back and secured her feet with one of her arms.
‘Watching your workout my dear was stimulating, but I always
prefer to exercise with a partner, that way you are motivated to give your best
and you push yourself that little bit harder. Care to join me?’ Fala
laughed in a menacing tone. ‘Stretching today I think. This is
called The Chinese Stretching Loom and you’re the yarn.’ Fala twisted slightly
to the right the DOOM agent going with her.
Roz Downing, FORCE agent was not one to panic, she had been
trained well and added talents along the way during her 5 years as an
agent. At 5’11’ and a perfect size 12 she was formidable, her beauty only
bested by her body, a wall of curvaceous muscle sculpted into an irresistible
silhouette. She employed it in attack and defense against all. Roz,
her body the colour of bronze from the hours of fighting was lustrous as it
reflected the moonlight through the windows of the hotel room. Yet she
was helpless in the smaller woman’s skillful body, her knot was perfect about
her, it had seemed like it had flowed about her in one smooth continuous wave
not unlike a lethal constrictor encircling its prey.
Fala turned more and Roz went with it unable to defy the
DOOM beauty. The knot progressed as the DOOM agent willed it; she worked
the stretch on the agent finding the spots within her muscles to attack.
Her free hand did the task striking the targeted point with sharp nail strikes
to induce nerve interruption. The captured spy jerked in response to her
strikes.
‘You’re densely muscled, more so than even I expected for a
plus and most recalcitrant to my touch,’ Fala hissed as she turned the spy even
more. ‘Let’s see if your yoga matches your muscles,’ she added.
The DOOM agent pressed, turning the woman even more as Roz
tried to repel her actions; her wonderful sensuous form was snaked further over
the hour until her top half was almost totally corkscrewed in the opposite
direction from her lower.
‘AHH,’ Roz gasped as she fought for air. Fala timed
her breaths and turned again on the intake as the victim wracked in pain
writhed and squirmed, her body fidgeting for any space it could find.
Fala turned again on an intake of air from the plated FORCE beauty and Roz
convulsed in pain and moaned, her body contracting about Fala, her legs, sexy
and full crushed inward on the smaller agent. Fala winched but adjusted
pushing her balancing leg out to increase her leverage on Roz.
The FORCE spy was now in agony, she moaned and twisted
inside the death trap, hot beyond measure she steamed in the heat, her lighter
opponent cool and strong pulled forward stressing the spine of the beauty still
she refused to submit, she squeezed her legs once again, pointing her toes to
increase the force. Her legs had saved her countless times; they were
unreservedly viewed in the business as a plus’s best asset in all areas.
Roz forced her legs again and started to create a small crush of Fala’s torso
just enough to relive some of the pressure and force Fala’s outstretched leg
back in, when it did Roz increased her small but growing tension.
The DOOM agent twisted again but Roz refused to let go so
every turn by Fala increased the pressure on her torso but also on the spine of
the confined agent. Roz used all her best assets, her size and strength
and muscle mass to toil on, only she knew her breaking point, but Fala knew she
was close to pushing her over it as she turned again ignoring the siren cry of
Roz’s embrace.
The march continued slower as Fala used and conserved her
energies to maximum effect, weakening her much stronger and bigger opponent in
increments. Roz could barely feel her body any longer, so racked in pain
from Fala’s deadly ministrations that she began slowly to relax her leg
pressure, all sense of feeling leaving her. Fala pulled her leg in for
the final snap of the form to finish the woman.
‘One quick turn and she is finished, she thought as her body
tensed.
‘Hee-So’ was all she managed before the two females sailed
apart each skidding to opposite sides of the room. Fala shook off their
surprised parting, executed a back walkover coming to her feet and advanced on
her opponent still writing on the floor in pain
.
.
‘Only a temporary escape, enjoy the brief moment of victory
as it will be your last, this time something quick,’ she said as she picked up
the legs of Roz and began to flip her over onto her back.
There was a quick burst of white, then darkness again, but
in that small window of time Fala fell to her knees and the light appeared
again and went just as fast, she fell forward to the floor not moving.
Roz seared with pain winched and tried to get to her knees,
her hand flailed out and caught the edge of a chair avoiding a crash back to
the floor. She pulled herself close the chair and slumped against it,
gasping and trying not to pass out from the pain. She stayed there for
many minutes her body telling her no further exertions for a time.
Eventually she twisted about collecting her previously discarded cocktail
dress, her arms fumbling and stabbing about for the opening until she got it
over her head. She more or less launched herself out of the chair and
crashed against the wall her hands clawing up the wall until she was heavily
panting and leaning against it the dress now on, but not zipped up and hanging
on her. The COIL agent inched along the wall, sometimes rolling, her
breath heavy with small cries of pain that shot through her. She was not
sure if she would heal from the ordeal, but anywhere was better than this place
and the clutches of the deadly woman. She managed to get to the door, open it
slightly, then turned to Fala who had not moved from the floor.
‘Sorry to leave in such hurry, but you’ll be able to move
again in about 10 minutes and I don’t want to be around when that
happens. I used your own leverage against you, my only option in the end
and your only means to trying to finish me; I just timed my thrust
better. ‘As for your present state,’ she said between gulps of air.
‘The heels of my shoes struck nerve endings around your paradise causing the
temporary loss of the use of your legs, the second strike to your neck just
increased the paralysis to your whole body. Next time you upsize your
meal make sure you can finish it,’ Roz said as she stumbled out the door to
freedom a rematch already forming in her mind.
Web
‘The mission had gone smoothly,’ Roz thought as she dressed.
‘Up until now.’
‘Dahm this Wi-Fi,’ he said. ‘It won’t connect long enough to
send the data we retrieved.’
Roz skillfully smoothed the last seam out her hose, slipped
on her heels and walked over to him at the desk.
‘Guess we’ll just have to take the data back on a stick, so
it’s a few days late, better that than sitting here banging your head against a
wall. Besides, I know something far sweeter you could be banging yourself
against,’ she said with a knowing smile before her lips found his and her
tongue parted the aforementioned and pushed inside, not too far, but just enough
to promise further expansive operations.
He kissed her back Roz bending one leg up to acknowledge the
delight of the kiss before she stumbled a step and he had to catch her from
falling backwards.
‘You never disappoint!’ Roz said catching her breath as she
kissed his neck and breathed hotly into his ear, her tongue probing with its
tip just enough to make him squirm in her arms as she moved to other parts of
his neck, her body, clad only in its camisole rubbing enticingly against
his. A few more kisses and she was at his back, her mouth working its
magic on his neck while her hands worked their magic in another place.
She unzipped his khaki’s slowly pulling out his rope her
hands lightly fondling it.
‘This tool is so wonderful; it dances so exquisitely inside
me that I have no defense against its throbbing trap. So, hard and huge,’
she panted as he came to full steel inflexible impressive length.
Roz stroked him with one hand, while she kissed him he
running his hands about her ass the alternating feel of the camisole and the
hose almost of much as a thrill as the touch of her.
The soft faint sound of a buzzing insect filled one ear, it
was only there for a fleetest of moments and then gone. Roz broke the
kiss, smile, nipped his lips then moved in front.
‘Hey if you’d wanted kinky all you had to do was say so,’ he
replied calmly as he struggled.
‘Sorry honey bun but fun and games are over, this is
strictly business,’ she smiled sexily as her words and meaning took full effect
and he began struggling. Roz circled about to check her handiwork and add a
little more to it before she faced him again.
‘That should do for now, oh not to worry sugar, more where
that came from after a bit, but more of this first,’ she hushed slipping her
arms about his neck and kissing him. He resisted at first but soon
succumb to her convincing lips before she broke it off and hugged him.
‘There that’s more like it, no sense in struggling away, my
trap has you as I knew it would. It’s new, designed by me especially for
this assignment; you should be honoured to be its first victim. I needed
something you wouldn’t be familiar with or suspect. Of course, given our
close working partnership during this mission I could have taken you at least a
dozen or more times, but this mission required a couple, so I played along as
per my instructions until we had the data, then I was to complete my mission,
namely you. But that was only part of it, we also wanted what you know
and now thanks to you trying to send the data to the enemy we have that Intel
as well. The Wi-Fi is very good actually, it’s just that the jamming
device hidden inside my bracelet that prevents it from operating,’ Roz said
smiling and showing off the decorative and function bobble.
‘What is this stuff?’ he said.
‘FORCE discovered your treacherous ways from your last
mission, so they assigned me for your next. My mission was to get the
data with you, and then get you, this was my means. A newly designed
ring, here let me show you. The switch is here; just a simple touch of
this post activates a small hidden motor inside the ring, that was the ZZZZZZZ
sound you heard. This part, the rail, picks up the thread, it passes
through the bridge and connects to the prong. I even designed a poison
needle into the ring as a secondary weapon, simply slide this stone sideways
and out it pops. That could have been my means, but it lacks a little
flair, besides once a girl has a new toy, you know she just has to play with
it.’
Roz looked at him with alluring eyes before nipping his lips
and continuing
.
.
‘So far the first part, but now we come to the means of your
ensnarement, my legs or specifically, what I’m wearing, I gave them the code
name Serpentine. My pantyhose have a small loose fibre at the bottom,
just above the top of the heel, the ring is designed to catch it and then feed
it into the mechanism for when it’s needed. All the agent has to do is
just make a movement for it, a simple enough distracting gesture, especially
when employed against a male agent who just by biology watches in lustful
fascination completely unaware of the woman’s real intention. In my case,
a kiss, a bend of the leg, shows universal approval for the kiss and I have my
weapon at the ready. I spooled some out with that step back; take your
breath away kiss that you assumed was you’re doing, speaking of which,’ Roz
hushed and kissed him, he kissed back despite himself, she was too much to
resist.
She could feel his monolith stirring, she rubbed in up and
down against her smooth camisole, her hips a slow arousing churn that sent
shivers through him. This time Roz held him in her arms, a tight embrace
as she kissed and nibbled his neck and toyed with his ear, her tongue a serpent
of passion, she explained more between sessions.
‘My pantyhose are woven from one strand, a special polymer,
something like my nail varnish, super strong and nearly impossible to
cut. As I distracted you I spun strands loosely around you then when the
time was right I activated the ring it drew in the strands and trapped you in
my web wrapping threads up your body in a tight sticky bind. That’s
another diabolical part of my weapon as the thread passes through the ring it
removes the micro sealer around the thread allowing the adhesive coating that
lies underneath to be activated all I have to do is time my retraction of the
line and I have my prey tight and stuck. Now all that’s left is for this
spider to spin her web fully about her prey and entangle you at my leisure.’
‘Your lucky baby cakes, I could have been a venomous spider,
a single bite of my lips could have paralyzed you but what fun would that have
been. No, I’m more a sensual spider,’ she whispered as her
one of her nails cut away the thin strand at the side of her panties and she
tossed them away with a smile her eyes flashing as she took hold of his stalk
and guided it between the slit in her hose wetting his tip with her excited
lips before tenderly securing his head just inside her, Roz making sure her
grasp was firm enough to hold him.
‘No, No my captured prey, my web, my rules,’ she smiled as
he tried to push in and she tilted her hips away. ‘Huge and hard, but
defenseless against a superior opponent,’ she said pushing in a little, her
hips swaying to accept him. ‘Come into my parlour, my touch is sweet,
just a little more, there, now still and relax while we get to know each
other.’
He could feel her vagina walls working about his partially
submerged stem, small pressure grips here and there, he tried in vain to
extract his lance but she just giggled and continued.
‘I told you I was a non-venomous spider, I didn’t say
anything about other talents, call it a specialized close contact weapon,’ she
purred as she pulled a little more of him in.
The Siren Spider Spy swerved her hips side to side as she
watched him, her lower lips working on his throbbing rod as she compressed and
unconstrained her honey cove languidly encasing more of his root with each
passing minute.
‘There pumpkin, tight inside! A spider’s web can take
many forms as can her bite. I have you knitted into my parlour, tight yet
yielding to your motion but totally inescapable thanks to my spinnerets and the
paralyzing bite they applied to your monolith. Not to worry my bite only stops
motion, not sensation, you can feel everything I do and respond naturally to
it,’ she smiled then kissed him as her hips swayed and snaked drawing in and
out on his imprisoned prong.
Her kisses and nuzzles only added to his stimulation, his
cock pounding inside her silken walls until he spilled, she holding him tight
in her arms as her hips, skilled and sweet extracted his essence with deadly
precision.
‘There my little fly, release from my ministrations, for
now, but your buried deep in my pleasure sack and quite stuck,’ Roz purred as
she churned him in a new way and changed up her stance.
‘Something new my imprisoned love bug, a predator needs to
find new ways to entice the prey,’ she said.
Roz moved sparingly, just a twitch of her well-practiced
hips every few minutes, her one leg crossed delicately over the ankle of her
other was all she need.
‘You see baby buns I don’t need to expend energy to hold
you, a subtle turn secures you nicely and gives you ample friction. Feel
free to fight my talents, you’ll lose of course, but try, or perhaps more
direct involvement is needed, I have been rather neglectful of my guest,’ she
said her lethal lips seizing his.
The spy worked him into a lather, his body damp and musky
smelling, she knew he was close a slight turn of her hips coursed his python
against her more fully, his tip trapped and ignited in her unrelenting caress,
he exploded forcefully into her, Roz let him thrust and thrust expelling his
seed and his will until he calmed then she unleashed her attack and brought him
to climax again in short order, this time she pistoned her hips, drawing the
length of his considerable pillar before circling her hips, his head so close
to escape but caught in her clasp before she pulled him back inside and tensed
around him only to repeat the process until he came again, his juice splashing
against her walls.
‘You’re fighting wonderfully,’ she said as she touched the
pole on her ring and pulled in what little slack there was. ‘Regrettably
my webbing has a constrictive element to it, I wouldn’t want you to escape, not
when I have so much more web to discharge about you and well no time like the
present,’ she said giving him a small nip before releasing his exhausted tube.
Roz moved around him, her body a graceful swirl and flow as
she swept from his neck down to his ankles. She stopped at intervals then
continued until one leg was bare and she looked pleased with the results.
‘A spider by nature and what gets caught in my web gets my
attention and you have my complete attention. One more round of me
coursing my strands about you to finish the mission and my web.’ She
smiled. ‘But how to spend that time, any ideas?’
Roz continued to work him over in her own way, she and her
techniques were very effective in draining away his strength but also at
coaxing information from him, her earrings recording his divulgences.
‘Your fully spent babykins,’ she smiled releasing his spent
and limp member to freedom. ‘Now to complete my web, the second half of
which is slightly different. My remaining web is not sticky, just normal
thread that I will spin about you in short order, no the real danger is
motion. You see sweetie, my ring with take the end of the strand and pull
it inside and around a small wheel attached to the small motor I mentioned
earlier. A simple turn of this post sets the final part of my part into
motion, and that’s the key word pumpkin, motion. Your slightest twitch
will activate the motor and contract the web about you, too much movement and
you’re finished in my crushing filaments and neither of us want that,’ she
purred then lightly brushed his lips.
The spider took her time, employing her arts to perfection,
she spun slowly, sometimes her one leg would waver around his body, moving
hither and yon simulating a spider’s leg while her ring trailed the strand
around him, but she always had a touch on him just as a real arachnid
would. When she was just about done, she lowered herself down to the
floor in front of him then slowly swirled her long legs up his front and around
his root, a gentle tender massage hardened him fully. Their job done her
gams wrapped about his waist and pulled him over and down onto and into her,
she entwined her arms and legs about him rolled them over attaching the end of
the strand to the ring and smiled.
‘My little fly is fully cocooned and fixed now one final
embrace,’ Roz whispered in his ear as she began rocking her hips back and
forth. ‘The kiss of the Spider Spy, one final time baby,’ she said
closing her lips about his as her body, slowed, stilled, shuddered, convulsed
then rocked her body as she gasped and moaned in pleasure, her back doing slow
undulating arches as she tilted and ground her pelvis against and about and
around his shaft. She thrust herself into him a final few times and then
relaxed and released him from her embrace, activating the ring.
‘Don’t move baby, I’ll be back in a jiffy to say goodbye
after I freshen up.’
‘Glad to see you’re still with us. I called FORCE and
they will be here shortly to pick you up, so I suppose you have a choice to
make, move and die or stay still and wait to be captured and all that
entails. They choice is yours honey bun. Here’s something to
remember me by,’ she honeyed and closed her lips about his for one final
sensuous kiss. She straightened checked her look in the nearby floor
length mirror and smiled at him as he looked at her legs, his body excited
still by her. Roz turned and gave him a fetching look and moved toward
the door. As she did her heard something and a smile crossed her
face.
Dangerous Curves
She moved slowly along the roped off corridor, passing each
deity and stopping to offer the proper respects, a hand clasp and small bow at
some, deeper and longer meditative bows at others until came to a stop, her
hard-soled sandals ending their echoing call inside the large temple, of which
she was the only visitor as it was still early morning. She turned
toward the large jewel encrusted statue and slowly knelt; she said a few words
under her breath then bowed to kiss the feet of the monolith careful to keep
her simple, plain sari from touching the icon. She swung up and
came to her feet, bowed a final time and moved toward the exit, her sandals
once again creating an irregular beat as she shuffled until a rapid series of
falling bangs and forced closers took over her solitary sound and blocked her
way!
‘Miss Hale, wonderful disguise and my compliments you are
quite and accomplished actress, even down to the crooked body and the
shuffle! I fear however it has all been in vain, at least as far as you
are concerned!’ a woman said as she advanced toward her.
‘Pushpa Advani,’ the
woman said. ‘At least C.O.I.L. does me the honour of sending the Head of
Women’s Operations for the Asia Sub Continent as my captor,’ Tracey Hale said
in mock complimented.
‘The honour is all mine Miss Hale,’ Pushpa said advancing,
her avocado green sari flowing as she moved with a serpent’s grace.
Tracey Hale, D.O.O.M. agent took note of the woman, tall,
beautiful, strong, as her exposed stomach muscles attested to and deadly!
The cornered spy was itching to find out just who of the two was the more so,
her body tensed to strike.
‘I’m afraid the honour of capturing you shall be short lived
Miss Hale, as will you. I do however have it within my influence to make
your last moments less than excruciatingly painful. So, if you’ll just
split out the ruby you purloined from the base of the statue we can begin,’
Pushpa smiled holding open her hand.
Tracey smiled back then swallowed.
‘Very well Miss Hale, once you’re dead, I’ll cut you open
and get the stone. All you’ve succeeded in doing is to prolong your
agony!’ Pushpa stated flatly as she took several steps back.
Tracey fully tensed and assumed a fighting stance.
‘Oh no Miss Hale, I’m afraid it shall not be me killing you,
that pleasure has been reserved for the guardians of the temple,’ Pushpa smiled
as she swept her hands around the room drawing the D.O.O.M. spy’s attention to
a series of men, ten in all, stepping from the shadows and ringing the room.
‘Their pleasure! It appears the pleasure will be all mine!’
Tracey purred.
‘Then I shall leave you to your pleasure, enjoy it while you
can!’ Pushpa smiled evilly as she turned and walked to the door, clicking a
remote that raised then lowered a door as she passed through.
Tracey turned in a circle as the guardians tightened the
noose about her. Her opponents were all a similar height, roughly hers,
5’6’. They were thin and wiry and most revealingly, all naked, their
hairless smooth bodies dancing in and out of shadow as they advanced.
The D.O.O.M. deadly waited until the last second before cart
wheeling forward and past two guardians, both of whom slumped to the floor
seconds later, each with one of her former sandals imbedded in their
foreheads!
‘If my shoes can kill, imagine what other lethal surprises
await the eight of you!’ she smiled.
Her eyes scanned and selected her next victim as she darted
forward, her body a flash of movement! A step, a faint and a turn and she
had him, her head scarf neatly about his neck, a pull and a bracing knee to his
back as he fell, she back flipped away undoing the decorative shoulder pin that
held her sari together. The two-ends separated as she landed, the fabric
fluttering in the air but not dislodging from her body, her well sculpted
physique ensuring it held gravity at bay!
They rushed at her, some from the sides but most straight
on, her pin embedded in the throat of the first in line, her aim true and the
poisoned needle deadly! Tracey smiled, then twirled in place several
times unravelling the top of her sari and revealing her generous firm breasts
in the process. Again, she fainted and moved with speed and cunning, both
delivering and absorbing blows amongst her opponents. She lost more of
her sari as he danced between them until it slipped from her body and she was
naked, the end of the fabric at her feet. A quick curl of her toes and
flip up of her foot landed the fabric in her hand, sudden swift movements drew
the noose of death her sari had woven among them tight as she entangled them
further while they struggled, some with parts of her garment wrapped about
their necks, others strangling their manhood! Tracey managed to take four
of them down; the two that escaped attacked her just as she released her weapon
with furious punches to the ribs and stomach of the D.O.O.M. spy! She
cocked her elbow and delivered a blow each to her assailants freeing herself!
‘You’re out of weapons, nude and helpless, curvy woman!’ one
of them said.
‘Far from helpless, a naked woman is the deadliest predator
alive as both of you will soon find out. I don’t know where you get your
information from, but I’m about to render it invalid!’ Tracey smiled as she
attacked.
It soon became clear to Tracey that she’d left the two best
guardians for last and they were making her pay for that mistake! She got
her shots in but they got more, sometimes many at once as they hammered her
with kicks and punches seizing her gorgeous body in a series of double arm bars
whenever she made a mistake wearing her down even more!
The naked glistening woman was tired and it showed, her
kicks weren’t as sharp and her punches not as crisp, she was looping them
instead of thrusting them straight out, her chest heaved with each exertion,
but she remained determined and defiant, she had to, she knew this was to the
death one way or the other.
Tracey missed with a kick; her leg was caught and swept
forward forcing her off her feet and into a split position on the floor!
Her hands were instantly entangled on the way down by one guardian while her
legs were swept behind her and entwined by the other! They immediately
rolled her over and arched her up locking their arms together to secure their
prey. Tracey’s lathered body flexed and squirmed against them as they
tried to pull her taut, her formidable physique refusing them the victory for
the moment as she worked on an escape strategy; they however implemented their
plan of attack faster than she could hers!
Her naked captors rolled her over once more onto her back,
then quickly and neatly sutured their respective toes into her fingers and toes
before rising to their full height at either end of the stretched spy. In
one uniform motion, they fell forward, crossing beside each other before their
mouths seized her, one affixed to her left nipple and other neatly about her
exposed muff! Tracey danced and wiggled her body doing everything to
avoid the two guardians as they began their tactile attack to her luscious
naked form! The D.O.O.M. spy’s gyrations were soon becalmed as she
succumbed to the seduction that enveloped her, their techniques expert and
artful! Tracey remastered her body once more refusing them victory, but
they were patient and insistent and more importantly they had her at their
mercy, her extended body pinned effortlessly by them in their trap!
‘We can do both the hard and the soft methods of persuasion,
your resistance to this method will be as useless as it was to the other!’ one
of the guardians laughed.
She could feel her body welling up with pleasure, a pleasure
she couldn’t afford to spend at present.
The naked lovely violently renewed her effort to escape, her body thrashing and twisting in a maddening bid for freedom before desire washed over her! Ten endless minutes her entrenched body strained, her muscles working against the two but soon she was deeper in their sexual snare than before, her dancing form had worked against her! The guardian about her sex had used her violence to deepen his tongue inside her, so deep he was imbedded softly around and about her clitoris, his skill drawing her willingly to pleasure!
The naked lovely violently renewed her effort to escape, her body thrashing and twisting in a maddening bid for freedom before desire washed over her! Ten endless minutes her entrenched body strained, her muscles working against the two but soon she was deeper in their sexual snare than before, her dancing form had worked against her! The guardian about her sex had used her violence to deepen his tongue inside her, so deep he was imbedded softly around and about her clitoris, his skill drawing her willingly to pleasure!
‘He’s got you Tracey!’ she moaned.
Soon the woman was overcome with desirous sensations, her
nipples hard and responsive fed her desire as much as the constant washing
strokes of her sex. Small undulations of her hips gave way to long
shallow breaths then brief clam stillness before she exploded in pants and
yells of joy, the sound dancing off the walls and mocking her in echoes of
derision. Tracey swayed her hips in pleasure, writhing them upward talking
full advantage of her captor's marvellous tongues until her orgasm began to
subside, before returning them to the marble floor. Slowly the snaking
tongue slide across her breasts until it tenderly enveloped her other nipple,
the other guardian his tongue perfectly positioned began to buffet her with
warm humid pulses.
The DOOM spy, her curvy body at their mercy continued her
feverish attempt to escape the weakening pleasure trap. Her increasingly
lathered form boiled over in passion with each pass of their tongues, her
desperation growing with each heated stroke until she came again, her insane
bucking almost, but not quite breaking her free. The muggy room bore down
on her, pressing her deeper into the floor, holding her in place, just as the
two guardians did!
‘I’m the one who usually employs the sexual tactics!’ she
thought helplessly was they worked her.
The DOOM beauty battled them again and again, losing each
time in magnificent defeat, each loss sapping her strength, draining her
powerful body of its talents until after the eighth orgasm she could fight no
more. Swathed, she was aglow in perspiration, her lethal body dripping
moisture, she was too weak to fight on, but her partners continued about
her. They soothingly brought her to climax endlessly for the next several
hours, draining her body of its danger until it was time to resume her
execution! They rose and reserved the positions they’d started her in,
before securing her arms and legs and rolling her over and up in their stretch,
this time with no argument from the exhausted woman.
Tracey was taut for hours, her body offering what it could
in way of resistance, but they were winning, their bind was perfect about her
in all ways. Her naked steamy form wormed and worked within
their pulling clasp of pain all to no effect except her own stubborn refusal to
submit.
‘I’m too good to go like this!’ she gasped as the guardians
now began to twist her spine in opposite directions as they turned their own
frames slightly.
‘Ohh!’ Tracey moaned as she countered their hold, her nude
curvy body proving it still was not yet at their command.
‘You’ll have to do better than that boy’s if you want
me! I’ve fought and beat better than you! Look around, eight of
your comrades are dead, soon you’ll be joining them!’ she said through gritted
teeth and wincing pain.
She knew they were winning, but it gave her pleasure to say
it anyway, it was all true and the mere mention of it gave her comfort, so did
the recollection of last month which she began to focus on to reinforce the
verbal challenge she’d issued to her executioners.
*********
C.O.I.L. had been on
her trail since she started that assignment and they finally caught up to her
in Rayong, a visit to a local temple had nearly been her undoing. Hoping
to throw C.O.I.L. off the track she’d availed herself and tagged along with a
tourist group who were visiting the temple. She kept a close check on
everyone in the group, ranking and rating them as to whether they might be
C.O.I.L. agents, although she’d come up empty she kept her guard up inside
while maintaining an innocent tourist demeanour on the outside.
It was a brutality hot and muggy day, everywhere people were
glistening from the heat including her, so she was thankful for a brief sit
down in the shade. She excused herself quietly from the group for several
minutes finding the washroom to splash some water on her face and freshen up a
bit. Her light cotton dress clung to her alluring form tenaciously as she
moved along the stone hallway and toward the unforgiving sunlight and the group
her stylish heels clicking on the ancient uneven stones until she tripped on a
slightly raised slab her hand shot out instinctively to brace her body against
the wall and she was gone!
‘Do not move Miss Hale unless of course you would like your
head removed from your shoulders!’ a woman she guessed was in her mid forties
said from the comfort of a chair.
Tracey complied holding still with the help of two young
women that Tracey guessed were in their late teens both of whom had very long
and she knew very sharp fingernails held against her neck on either side.
A nod from the woman and one of the girls pulled away pushed a nail into the
spy’s cotton dress between her tit’s, effortlessly she slit the dress open from
top to bottom exposing the D.O.O.M. spy’s legendary body.
‘No panties or bra Miss Hale then of course with a figure
and firmness such as yours they would be redundant I suppose?’ the woman
said.
Next she was relieved of her shoes and jewellery and her
destroyed dress striped from her and discarded. The girl who did the
removing walked over to the woman, bent close, then turned and nodded to the
other young woman holding the naked agent. Taking up the cue the girl
pushed a little and Tracey catching on walked slowly forward mindful of the
girl’s nails until they came to a stop between two large terracotta brown pots
that came to their waists’.
‘This temple is also a school for homeless girls, a place
where they can come and be safe and learn a skill for later in life. Some
of them, the more promising ones, learn other skills, as you will soon feel!’
the woman smiled in a sinister manner that made the DOOM spy squirm just a
fraction.
‘No sudden movements Miss Hale or perhaps you should for
soon you will have none! These two girls, special pupils of mine are
skilled in the art of furniture making, wicker furniture and you Miss Hale will
serve as their foundation!’ she added.
At that each girl took turns holding Tracey while the other
slipped off her simple robe and removed the cover on each pot reached in with a
foot and extracting the end of a wet palm strand. They each deftly tied a
loop around each of Tracey’s ankles the spy unable to move in the slightest
because of their nails!
‘The girls use their nails for cutting the wet wicker Miss
Hale it’s much faster than stopping to pick up scissors all the time, of course
you can see and feel they do have other uses as well. Once my girls have
you under control they’ll release their scissors about you and concentrate on
weaving the moist palms strands about your voluminous body! Once
completed I’ll turn on the heating lamps so the wet strands can dry and
contract about your curvy body in a cinching bind of fibrous death that even
you cannot break my dear Miss Hale!’ she hissed in delight.
The girls began very slowly wrapping her calves and ankles
in the wicker, adjusting the strands with their toes with expert precision
before catching the rope between two of their toes and sweeping their legs up
above their heads. Tracey’s arms were compelled to follow as they each looped
her wrist then passed their respective strings to each other through a steel
rings suspended from the ceiling. A few revolutions of her arms and they
released her from their claws and stepped back as the DOOM agent went for them
with her legs!
‘Normally I’m sure those lovely legs of yours would make
short work of an opponent Miss Hale, but I’m afraid not this time!’
The three COIL operatives watched her strain and pull to
break her impressive body free but the wicker, just a few strands of it
completely stymied her flexing form.
‘Think how even more strands will bind you Miss Hale, your
vaunted body, so long a nemesis to COIL., will be reduced to paralysing
immobility, except of course for the crushing inward pull as the wicker
dries! I must admit it is somewhat a shame to cover up such a work of
art, although I think the final creation will be even more impressive that the
initial!’ the woman mocked.
‘Then you’d better enjoy me and this picture while you’re
still able?’ Tracey sweetly offered dancing her hips to a swaying tune.
‘Excellent suggestion Miss Hale, I’m glad to see you haven’t
let pleasure get in the way of business after all its nothing personal, just
part of our respective jobs,’ she answered.
‘I’d do the same if the circumstances were reversed,’ Tracey
cooed seductively. ‘And I am helpless,’ she added.
The woman, Tracey thought her quite fetching, placed her
cool smooth hands on the curve of Tracey’s waist just where her hips started
and let her hands and arms slide naturally along the divide until they swept
out the DOOM spy’s back and around her hard ass cheeks, gentle squeezes from
the woman’s hands being welcomed by Tracey’s tensing ass. Tracey let her
explore all she wanted, her touch was skilled and pleasant and it delayed her
execution giving her time to think of an escape plan or as she hoped have this
woman fall into her trap!
Slowly one hand slipped into her crack and around to her
muff where gentle fingers applied delightful touches of circling and light
rubbing techniques to the spy, moistening her already alive body. Tracey
secretly craved bondage scenarios like this one and it took all her mental
efforts not to become too immersed and think of this as just
one more game she played with others who shared her passion.
‘No this woman means to kill you!’ she forced herself to
remember and put her mind back on track.
The woman’s other hand stepped up her back counting the
ridges of her spine as it went with the tips of her fingers until they slowly
played with her dangling hair, her assistants having removed her hair
clips. Her smell even from the day’s heat was enticing, her body of
lavender, her hair of apricots, she was all the dossier COIL had on her said
she was, a beautiful sensual woman with a unique figure, lethal attractive legs
and an uncanny ability to win against long odds!
She nuzzled her neck then pulled away to come face to face
her eyes wide and her look hungry.
‘An excellent effort Miss Hale, but before we continue I
think I’ll just wipe the slate clean!’ she said grabbing the back of her hair
and pulling down before a moist cloth closed about her lips and began a
vigorous and protracted wiping of them.
‘You were nearly mine!’ she scowled as the cloth came away.
‘A favourite weapon of yours Tracey, perhaps too much a
favourite as it notes special mention in your dossier! Now, where were
we?’ she smiled.
‘If I could just get free you’d feel my fury!’ Tracey spat,
her body straining to a futile end as she did much to her delight.
‘No doubt Miss Hale you would release that fury in a most
inventive manner, but you are not free and to that end girls please continue,’
she smiled backing away as the duo stepped back in.
Tracey was furious once more, she had been foolishly trapped
to her mind and then her wiles had been rejected in a preordained game to make
her look foolish! The spy watched the girls pick up a wet thread each and
begin, one at her wrists the other, her ankles.
The girl’s, small delicate creatures began their task with
the same slow meticulous attention as before. Tracey remained still during the
process; she knew she couldn’t break free at present so she conserved her
considerable strength for later. The two weavers spun their wicker web
about her form, sealing the DOOM. lovely inside their coffin of palm
strands! The spy could feel the strands beginning to dry about her
already as the two worked until inevitably they tied the last of the strand
behind her and departed to their teacher’s side.
‘Excellent work my dears, Miss Hale is bound to perfection
with your talent!’ she enthused.
Tracey was covered in wicker, some parts utterly blanketed
so that none of her showed, others parts criss-crossed intricately in patterns
that allowed some of her to be seen.
‘We don’t cover you all Miss Hale, in this way you don’t
pass out from skin suffocation, but remain conscious so you can experience the
exquisite pain until just near the end, perhaps even long enough to here your
own bones break under the pressure of the contracting wicker,’ she hissed in
delight.
‘One more thing Miss Hale, as the wicker dries it cools
letting off large quantities of heat, your body will be subjected to this, much
like a sauna only so much more intimate and ever so closer. You will be
steamed open Miss Hale, the heat sapping your energy and those incredible
muscles of yours! Enjoy the experience, the last of your DOOM career!’ she
smiled before turning on the drying lamps, taking each girl by the arm she led
them out in triumph.
Tracey could instantly feel the heat wrapping about her in
an embracing coat of warmth. Almost immediately she was dripping in
moisture from her face and her exposed body parts, soon her hair was soaked and
clinging to her! She could also feel the siren call of the contracting
wicker and with her strength compromised it met weak opposition from her
muscles.
After an hour, they came to check on her, the girls watched
as the woman gave Tracey a small sip of water and a wipe of her lips followed
by an exploring kiss that Tracey could barely respond to.
‘The wicker has you deep in its claws even as the steam adds
its vaporous venom to the mix I see Miss Hale!’ the woman smiled.
The woman placed the palm of her hand and Tracey’s head and
smiled.
‘You’re very hot Miss Hale but I think I have a recipe for
making you even hotter!’
The captured spy reacted at the first flick to one of her
nipples by the woman’s tongue, her body jerking reactively to the sensual
touch.
‘An encouraging sign,’ the woman laughed.
Tracey soon realized the woman’s skills were not limited to
wicker death traps; she was soon adrift in the sea of the woman’s
foreplay! The COIL agents tongue circled her swelled nipple, the tip of
it just brushing the DOOM. agents pink tip, like a maddening feather upon the
skin. Long longitudinal rolls waved over it next, dragging it along until
it nearly escaped, but not before a small backtrack by her tongue opened more
of the pleasure gates on Tracey! The COIL agent seized the nipple
tenderly between her teeth and danced her tongue back and forth over Tracey’s
hardened raisin. The spy resisted as best she could, but bound and fixed
in place she knew she would crumble to this skilfully sexy woman, it was just a
matter of time.
As her tongue continued its tango about one nipple her hand
cupped and massaged Tracey’s other breast, the soft pads of her palm sinking
into the hardness of her prey’s nipple before gentle circular rubs of the tip
took over! The DOOM spy, steaming before, was on fire now and the woman
sensing it took her easily over the top to a prolonged low moaning climax that
she extended for as long as she could! Tracey had just let the last breath
of pleasure escape her mouth when it was filled with a flaming tongue, searing
her down to her most primal urge! The chance to pull away before she was
trapped in passion passed by without any effort from her and soon her mouth was
being dominated with touches and embraced beyond anything she’d ever felt!
The woman’s hands rubbed and teased away on Tracey’s full
breasts while her lips danced and played with the DOOM spy’s mouth.
Tracey, usually the one doing the controlling with her lips was now forced into
the subordinate’s role as she tried to defence herself against the woman’s
encompassing erotic threads.
‘I have you totally bound my dear, completely encased to my
will. Why should I let the steam work alone on your lusciously lethal
body when I can superheat it all by myself!’ she said dragging the very tip of
the edge of her tongue around Tracey’s neck until lapping it into her ear for a
few torrid spins.
Tracey hung on battling her soft nemesis with just her mind;
her lips were on fire and her tits with smouldering with the relentless
pleasure this vixen could deliver! A few gentle squeezes and a succulent
kiss later she collapsed again, the deadly diva doing everything in her power
to prolong the pleasure and drain away what little stores of energy Tracey had
kept back!
‘Sex is a wonderful tool for taking the fight of an
opponent, so soft, so basic and so easily done Miss Hale! You were a
particularly excellent exponent of it, bending men and woman to your will and
then striking with deadly consequences. You’re much too resourceful to
leave anything to chance, and I will add, much too desirable. When I’m
done Miss Hale your body will be drained of any reserves you may be trying to
hide, I assure you there are no locks I cannot pick!’ she said flicking her
snake like tongue about the spy’s lips before sealing them in hers.
The woman slithered her hands about Tracey’s exposed mound,
her fingers feeling the wetness she’d inflicted as she traced about her prey’s
lips with each finger.
‘The trap only gets deadlier as do I Miss Hale, a
pleasurable way to spend an afternoon though and a most profitable one for
COIL! Your death will be a hard one for DOOM to replace, full figured
agents, despite what some in our profession may say, are the most complete and
in my opinion, the best agents!’ she whispered into Tracey’s ear.
The woman’s lips touched Tracey’s and her fingers danced
their arousing tango about the DOOM spy’s clitoris as the immobilised spy did
what she could to delay her coming orgasm, but with her hips welded into place,
she was at her opponent’s whims. The woman took Tracey’s sex on a roller
coaster ride about her finger, soft sliding curves, gentle upward pushes, slow
declines, side to side rocking until she was ready for the final downhill
rush! She paused her finger at the summit, teased the trapped agent and
then plunged downward taking Tracey into a swirling mind numbing vortex and
pleasure that she rode to the very last stroke!
‘Now to eliminate you completely Miss Hale! Fingers
are wonderful tools, but my tongue is so much softer and pliant and my
technique orgasmically crippling! Just a few more kisses before I depart
these set of lips for another Miss Hale. Enjoy my touch while you can,
dangerous though it may be, it is not as deadly as the wicker wrapped about
you, soon that’s all you will feel, its never-ending constriction of your weak
limp body!’
The woman slipped down and about Tracey’s mound, her tongue
guiding itself inside and over Tracey’s button! The spy felt her body
betray her minds efforts to control it as she was stimulated past anything
she’d ever experienced! She felt the pleasure rush on her from every
quadrant of her body at once, crashing and rolling over her as she screamed
endlessly in pleasure, the woman painting her clitoris with sensual strokes
from her master tongue to prolong the joy! Tracey’s body jerked several
times as the deadly appendage stung her for aftershocks until all the pleasure
had been wrung out of her.
‘Goodbye Miss Hale, my part is complete; I’ll leave you to
the steaming tightening death of the wicker. Please feel free to scream
in agony as you’re crushed!’ she whispered into her ear before kissing her on
the cheek goodbye and departing once more.
Tracey could feel her
furnaced body burning up inside the wicker; she could also feel its clinching
hold! All about her the wicker cracked and popped as it dried, her body
weakened and limp gamely tried to resist its crush! Tracey let the wicker
crush her; she was too spent and hot to do anything else now, within the hour
she was pinched inside her tomb of palms and in growing discomfort!
‘Just about there, hang on, use your best asset to fight for
a few more minutes!’ she moaned.
The spy was hotter than ever, the water dripping off her in
a constant stream to the floor.
‘Almost there Tracey, position, ready now!’ she thought as
her body exploded with all the power she could muster.
‘One more thrust girl, focus, now!’ she yelled to herself.
Pieces of shredded wicker fell on the collapsed agent as she
laid on the floor her body heaving and gasping for air! She focused on
recovery knowing she had little time before the woman would come back and she
wanted to be ready for her.
‘I think I have just enough of an edge left to do it!’ she
managed to smile.
A few more precious minutes and she pulled herself gamely to
her feet, running on adrenaline alone she stumbled and dragged herself into
position by the entrance way where the woman would come through. On the
way, she found her discarded clothes and retrieved her earrings should the
other two come back with the woman. Tracey gathered her thoughts and
concentrated on her striking position while she waited, all the while listening
for the footfalls.
The DOOM spy barely had time for her next gulp of air when
she heard multiple steps coming closer on the other side of the door.
Tracey had just enough time to separate the sounds, her training helped her
perceive that the girls were a step behind their teacher, she instantly formulated
her plan of attack, as the door opened she swung into action!
A forceful cup of her hand to the back of the woman’s neck
and a strident push threw the stumbling surprised COIL agent ahead of the girls
as Tracey launched herself into a forward running series of flips! A
moment after the completion of her first revolution Tracy’s hands sailing
upward pushed in the pins of her earrings and released then on there
flight! Her tumbling body began its downward cycle just in time for her
eyes to witness the projectiles imbedding themselves into the girls, in the
thigh of one and the neck of another! She witnessed them fall to the
floor just as she arrived face to face with her target, the startled
woman! The woman by this time had righted herself and was prepared,
delivering a forceful punch to Tracey’s stomach just as the agent landed!
‘You’ll have to better than that against a full-figured
agent, as you say we are the deadliest!’ Tracey smirked before jack hammering
her knee into the woman’s mound with such force she collapsed to her knees!
‘You’re all alone; the two girls’ were dead before they hit
the ground courtesy of my earrings. Push the pin for five seconds and it
releases tiny hollow needles all around the radius; I chose a very fast acting
poison pair to adorn myself with this morning, which brings me to you!’ Tracey
purred.
In a flurry of lissom agility, the DOOM agent had her COIL
counterpart inverted and entangled in her body! Tracey held her loose and
dangling but still encased within her astounding physique, the woman’s efforts
to escape easily repelled.
‘I suppose I should explain my most miraculous escape from
your lethal trap before I kill you since one is directly related the
other. Before I was captured I made a trip to the powder room, powder
being the operative word. A recent DOOM invention, in fact I’m the field
testing agent, baby powder! I powdered my entire body to cool myself from
the extreme heat of the day, but this powder reacts in a very interesting
manner once the body passes a certain temperature, it gathers itself on the
wearer’s body and crystallises into tiny pinpoints that harden to extreme
sharpness. The steam and your wonderful sexual skills raised me well past
the temperature required, from there it was simply did I have the endurance to
withstand the wickers onslaught until it was tight enough about me for the
pinpoints to be unleashed with the fury of my body rotation. Actually,
the product was designed to be used against prolonged body holds and as a means
of killing during steamy sexual encounters, one more deadly bullet in a woman
spy’s arsenal!’ Tracey informed her in a very low predatory voice.
‘Speaking of deadly arsenals my body has you, not too
tightly but that’s suits me fine for the purposes of your death!’ Tracey added.
The DOOM spy turned on one of her heels to the left then
rocketed back the other way in a full revolution as she counter spun her
opponent in her body before releasing her to the floor. With an almost
causal disregard Tracey walked over, pulled her earrings from the dead girls
put them on along with the remainder of her accessories and mangled clothes and
made her way to the exit before pausing and looking back at the stricken woman.
‘A variation on the ‘Death from a Thousand Cuts’ means of
execution, this one happens all at once.
Don’t get up I’ll see myself out,’ Tracey smiled.
Don’t get up I’ll see myself out,’ Tracey smiled.
*******************
Tracey, her hot festering body still refused the guardians,
her training, strength and suppleness keeping the contest close although still
very much in their favour! Slick and glowing from the battle she danced
her body to unheard rhythms, her strong hips snaking about as she strained
against her iron captors! She used her entire devastating physique to
match them, her legs became both strong and soft against their bodies, her toes
stroked and squeezed for muscle and nerve points to attack.
Her hips tilted softly and rolled in waves when needed to keep her in the battle, her breasts jiggled and bounced to distract them. Her head titled back and rubbed trying to entice one of the guardians closer while her arms strained and slid against her captors.
Her hips tilted softly and rolled in waves when needed to keep her in the battle, her breasts jiggled and bounced to distract them. Her head titled back and rubbed trying to entice one of the guardians closer while her arms strained and slid against her captors.
The guardians tried once more to twist her curvy form into a
corkscrew position and hold her! Tracey flared wildly in their grip, so
much so a shower of moisture flew into the air and cascaded about the three as
she frenzied her form to unscrew her naked sweaty body!
‘You’ll not have me yet!’ she screamed.
The full-figured agent worked and toiled in agitation for
more than half an hour before she unscrewed herself. Her body sensed
they’d try immediately and countered their attempt with all her imagination and
muscle until they returned to the starting point.
‘I’m a bigger mouthful than either of you can swallow boys!’
she mocked even as she slithered in their grip hungry for freedom.
They moved again and she counterattacked, her lethal ass
contracting and shimming in a hypnotic motion as her back swelled to its full
muscular expansion and her stomach muscles pinched to feed her hips energy to
battle with but even she didn’t have enough left! The two got her into
position and locked their bodies together, she was trapped for good in the
corkscrew position and Tracey knew they’d now begin to tighten the screw down,
namely her!
Tracey’s hips bobbed up and down in a fruitless exercise,
the top half of her devoured form was twisted in one direction while the bottom
half was going the opposite way! She tried rolling her body like a wave
in theirs, slowly seductively at first and then more frantically until she was
rocking the three of them so violently they flipped and spilled about the floor
in a knotted tangle! The DOOM spy convulsed the tangle trio one
more time, her body reaching up as if in slow motion yearning for escape, her
hips surging in and out at the apex of the motion before ceasing and falling to
the floor with a defeated thud! Tracey watched and heard the liquid form
and drip off her nipples and lips draining to the floor from her in
rivulets. She slammed the troika of flesh once again hoping against all
odds she could work her nude form free, but she couldn’t and several minutes
later her chest heaving from her efforts she ceased her escape attempt for the
present.
‘I’m disappointed in
you two, all this time and you only have me this much? I hope you two don’t
think this is going to finish me? You’ll have to turn my body more than
this to even get my attention. I don’t know what if anything you were
told about me before hand, but I can assure you I’m exceedingly flexible
despite my size, my yoga training has equipped me well for situations like
this!’ she confidently said.
‘Curvy Yoga is excellent training for a woman of your
stature, but it has its limits as do you!’
‘I’m glad to see my skills are well known by COIL, it’s nice
to be appreciated.’
‘Known and combated, if you could have escaped you would
have by know, your Rubinesqe form has been neutralised, all that remains is for
us to devour you slowly, one bite at a time,’ one of them stated.
‘My yoga will make it a long meal for the two of you so I
hope you came to this affair very hungry,’ Tracey chided.
Tracey tensed her form to show them her strength, her body,
despite her immobility never better displayed, her powerful calves and thighs,
so soft and creamy smooth undulating with sinuous power at her command, her
stomach, hard and taut, her back and arms defying them with their raw sexy
toned athleticism!
The guardians tested her power, adjusting and refining her
physique in their grip over hours of work exhausting the DOOM beauty with
laborious efforts to counter them. Her drenched form shinning in the
little light the cupola of the dome let in and her scent, hot, fevered and
stimulated covered them like a shroud as she wiggled her limbs in theirs.
She attacked them with her arsenal of muscles, never all at once, but in parts,
arms, legs, stomach and ass, but she could not break them as she superheated
and then orgasmed, her body stimulated to uncontrollable joy!
Tracey felt the screw turn significantly as she moaned, her
body enjoying itself too much to counter!
As she came out of her spell her body danced a little for them before they turned her a little more and she stopped.
As she came out of her spell her body danced a little for them before they turned her a little more and she stopped.
‘It appears Curvy Yoga is useless to you now as is your
lethal plus sized body!’ one of them exclaimed.
‘When you have all of me then it will be too late, but
you’ll find throwing coils around a woman of my build a difficult proposition
and until then I’m still in the game!’ Tracey winched as the screw turned
again.
The DOOM deadly worked against them with everything she had,
all her wiles and knowledge poured into resistance and survival against the
guardians as she flung her powerful form into motion, her strength moving the
pile of bodies as before into position for one final attempt! Her hips
loaded and reloaded in a swaying motion as she gained momentum into a final
mind numbing thrust, she pushed their body’s vertical and the guardians to
their feet along with their inverted and still captured prey!
‘Time to see what you two are made of!’ Tracey smiled.
Twisted and inverted she was in the perfect position, just
as she had planned. Her hips tilted up and danced downward, not fast but
in slow circles until she felt contact and smiled!
‘I’d thought you’d be!’ she exclaimed.
Her remoistened pussy sucked in his tip and then slowly
crawled down his shaft cementing itself to the walls of his massive cock as she
drew about him! His pole secured in her grip; Tracey tightened her
muscles and began her dance.
‘Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about you, everybody gets a
turn,’ she laughed as her lips found the other guardians tip and began coddling
it.
Slick and hot the spy worked her seduction on them, her body
jiggling and bouncing as she worked in their still taut hold. Tracey
poured all her reserves into the encounter, leaving nothing behind, her body
was deadly in many ways, this was just one more as they were finding out!
Ten minutes past and she was still encased, she changed her stroke and touch to
a large oval revolution of his shaft while her lips freed his members as she
lightly nuzzled, rubbed and kissed it. Still nothing after another five
minutes and she was exhausted her rhythm faltering more than once as she became
increasing tired and desperate.
‘Cum you bastards!’ she screamed in her mind just as she
felt the quiver about her.
The orgasm lasted a long time and when it was finished she
was limp, her body unable to answer her muscles.
‘Don’t feel too bad curvy woman you didn’t know we are all
eunuchs so sex does not work against us, but we have developed a way for it to
work against you. Our cocks are waxed and then gelled with a muscle
weakening poisoning! We were hoping you’d try to use that method to
escape as have so many others before you, all unsuccessfully!’ one of them said
before they unscrewed the hold and let the woman fall to the floor.
Tracey couldn’t believe what she was hearing but the proof
was indisputable, she was numb. It hadn’t even occurred to her that such
an outcome was possible, she was the sexual predator and all men up till this
point merely easy prey, now the tables had been turned and she wondered what
was next for her.
One of the guardians reached out and picked up her sari,
carefully unravelling the silk he stretched it to its full length then
proceeded to wet it in the pools of sweat Tracey had expanded during her long
battle. He let it absorb the moisture while he and his fellow guardian
attended to their limp victim.
The naked woman was sat up as the two lubricated her with more of her spent bodily liquid, rubbing it deeply into her until she glowed.
The naked woman was sat up as the two lubricated her with more of her spent bodily liquid, rubbing it deeply into her until she glowed.
Tracey screamed at her body to move, but the drug with
imbedded much too deeply to be dislodged by mere will alone. All she
could do was watch their hands slip everywhere about her in preparedness for
her death. She watched as the lifted her by her arms and legs and moved a
few feet, her beautiful body bouncing as they stepped.
She was meticulously placed on the floor on her back and
watched by one of the guardians while the other retrieved her sari. They
were done in no time, her former dress, once her weapon against them was now
their means of killing her!
‘You are noted for your flexibility and pain threshold spy;
this will exceed all those markers. Your Curvy Yoga should keep you
conscious long enough for us to hear your screams of pain about our temple, we
will try not to let it disturb our victory celebration!’ one of them said.
During their conversation, the other walked over to the wall
and pulled a small lever activating a panel in the ceiling. Instantly
Tracey was enveloped in intense sunlight.
‘Your sari will serve as your means of death! As the
sun dries the silk will contract and crush you to death in its twisting mass of
coiling beauty. You have been tied in such a way as to restrict your
movements so you can’t fall out of the suns rays once the drug escapes your
system!’ he smiled as they left the shrouded woman.
The DOOM lovely was trapped in a well constructed fabric
knot; her arms hooked under the knees of her extended legs, her hands tied into
position behind her head with the fabric. Tracey’s legs were straight out
from her body and off the ground, her sari tied around her ankles, looped under
her ass between her cheeks and up her back to join with the other end behind
her neck, a band around her forehead to hold her head stiff and erect.
The rest of her sari was entwined around her legs and chest making movement
difficult and soon, she knew impossible!
Positioned and pinned to perfection the DOOM agent flexed
and flexed her scrumptious wet glowing body against her sari as the blazing sun
droned endlessly down on her, drying her out. Her former sari drew about
her quickly; it’s crushing smoothness effective even against a woman of her
sexy size and strength! Her constant body tensing was no match for the
combined strength of the silk threads, she soon found herself gasping for air
as the sari crushed about her chest! Tracey worked her hips as best she
could, employing all her muscle control as she gasped violently and suddenly
several times until she had it! Her tongue pushed it out and between her lips where she held it still and forced her neck
to the right angle the silk instantly contracting as she did.
While she baked in the heat and struggled to maintain her
position the jewel captured the light, reflected and intensified it into a
sharp focused beam and onto the silk! Tracey fought for air and time, her
body fighting with all it had, her size and power always useful and now the
only thing keeping her alive! She shut the pain out and worked to free
herself even as her breathing slowed and she was fighting to stay focused until
she could feel herself fading!
A final explosion of rippling muscle and a massive uncoiling
of her body torn the silk apart! She landed on her stomach, her body heaving
wildly as her lungs gulped in the stagnant air of the temple, grateful even for
that. She lay there weak and spent from her ordeal, hours and hours of
endless entrapment had almost finished her.
‘Almost, that’s the best DOOM has ever done with me I think
and still it’s not enough. My Rubinesqe form and my curvy yoga are hard
to defeat, even for the best of opponents, but once again the bad girl wins!’
she smiled.
Tracey forced herself to her feet, picked up the gem an
inserted it into her bellybutton before strategically wrapping what was left of
her sari about her dangerous form.
‘I’m too weak to finish off those two, besides I have the
prize I came for and really their minor players in the game. Pushpa is
the real prize, but she must wait as well.’ Tracey mused before she
quickly exited the temple.
Timing is Everything
Sharon strode by him her negligee giving him nothing but
heart palpitations. She circled him a few times one arm straying out and
touching his shoulders then moving about the back of his neck as she swirled
behind him before her nails played an arpeggio across its back and onto his far
shoulder where she cupped and palmed her hand against his hot cheek before
sweeping into his arms, her arms twining about his while her hips shimmied back
and forth against his pelvis as her body worked into his expansive
embrace. She felt his hands draw down her sides and around the small of
her back before dropping down and cupping her full cheeks. She sighed as
he rocked them side to side and up and down, her mound grinding his titanic
obelisk to full alertness.
Their lips came together, Sharon working her maddening
tongue inside his and lighting the fire fully. She pulled her lips away
smile and slowed the dance, the next series of kisses slow and wet as she
swayed her body against his. She undid his shirt depositing a single kiss to
each part of skin she exposed before she relieved him of it. Expert hands
next released the belt buckle and opened him up the slide of her fingers on the
zipper and the lick of her lips as fixed her eyes on his told him what was
coming. He helped her with the rest of his clothes then he removed her
garment, but did not discard it instead he carefully folded it several times
lengthwise and then fitted one end between her thighs and continued with the
long piece draping it around her breasts a few times before coming close to her
again. They kissed and wormed against each other, tongues enflaming each
other inside their mouths and outside about necks and ears. Sharon
reached down and caressed his elongated stem in the fabric, it pulsing actively
in her hands. Slowly she felt the fabric begin to slip about her, the
wonderful feel against her erogenous zones and seeing him pull the strings as
he tugged the fabric stimulated her, she climaxed as he watched the fabric
trail about her full form then finally fell free of her.
Without a word, he slipped back into her arms and then moved
to the bed, his cock working into her moist paradise with several pushes.
His swollen root began to probe her as her walls tightened about it and she
adjusted to give him maximum friction. She spilled him seconds later then
shifted positions and regripped his member as she turned and undulated slowly
at first then with increased pace until he climaxed again, a long moan of joy
escaped as he was draining, she rocking her hips and arching to keep it going.
Sharon enjoyed one more orgasm before they uncoupled and rested
before taking a shower. The water felt good and soaping each other was
better. Several more joining’s prolonged the cleaning time. As he
finished soaping her back his hands slide down the watery slide of her curves
and about her ass. Sharon tilted her head back and kissed him. He
kept up the fondle and she knew what was coming. She reached behind her
back and found his branch, not yet fully hard, but in her hands, nothing stayed
limp for long.
“I’m not a fan of this position, I’m vulnerable to him, but
appearances must be maintained, I’ll just ensure I take precautions. Anal
has its advantages to the female as well. Once inside I control motion
and release, he’s trapped inside me as long as I have control, let’s see how
long he can last in my grip,’ she thought as he worked in and she placed her
hands above her and around his neck, a single nail poised to scratch if he
moved the wrong way.
They kissed as he started the motion but she took control
when he spilled. Sharon danced him about as she churned his rope to
another draining and another. She pushed him against the marble wall and
pressed back while she danced, the water cascading them as she worked. Up
and down and side to side, she pulled and stroked his twitching rod, almost but
never letting it escape. The spy drew his juice out of him; draining his
resistance to her. His trapped appendage surrendered one final fantastic
climax before she kissed him and relaxed her weapon and he escaped. They
kissed a few times and she exited all smiles he limped out while she was at her
tableau preparing her body for dressing.
Sharon had dried and styled her hair and powdered her body
she was just finishing her make up when he appeared.
‘You are a most
wonderful lover,’ he said as he looked at her beauty in the mirror.
‘Compliment returned,’ she smiled and looked up at him with
a wanton smile.
He kissed her as she come out of the chair into his arms
then began attacking him with kisses and rubbing her body against his all
about. Circling about him as she did until finally she sat down again at
her table and leaned back fully her mouth kissing the end of his tip as she
looked at him then began to consume his manhood into her kiss. He moaned
and buckled but somehow managed to fall forward his arms catching on the sides
of the seat bench of the tableau. His mouth found her paradise; Sharon
gave a little squeal of surprise before her legs relaxed and opened. She
was more than ready and climaxed fast and long, again she came and again, he was
hard to, but tired and she used several techniques to finally pull one from him
and relieve herself. Carefully she brought her legs up and around him as
she worked.
Sharon waited until he came then sat up, her thighs securing
his head in soft steel as her legs came between his and pulled him free of her
mouth. She contracted, her deadly legs pulling him backward over himself
cutting off his air and keeping him silent.
'That was so much fun lover, but this is business. You’ve
been hanging around and doing business with the wrong people baby. So,
COIL had to take action. I wondered how long it was going to take for you
to notice me in the office; my cover seems to have worked well, very
well. A plus agent sometimes moves inconspicuously in the world, people
tend not to notice us, but studies have shown that men like a little more to a
woman at times. Tell me is that so now baby?' Sharon cooed.
‘And here we are all alone on your estate far away from
prying eyes and other agents, thank you for inviting me instead of me having to
kill you in the office or you’re in-town apartment where we could be
interrupted.’
He was exhausted from her pleasuring, part of her plan and
trapped in her legs, sexy and sinuous they gave her a means of attraction and
death. She pulled him back over himself, her crushing thighs cutting off
his air while her free limbs tightened about him with endless pressure.
The constrictor finished her prey off several minutes later and relaxed and
released her victim. She was just about to dress when there was a knock
on the door, apparently, they were not alone.
The spy made for the patio doors and escape, not bothering
with clothes, it was a short distance around to the woods and then she could
circle around hotwire a car and be gone before they could fine her. Into
the pitch-black night, she made, closing the doors silently behind her.
She made it to the edge of the woods then sprinted about the
edge and then in, the night so dark she could not see much of anything, she
could only feel the gravel path under her feet. She dodged left, off the
path and onto the cool night grass when suddenly the ground gave way and Sharon
fell into a pit up to her neck, she extricated herself in an instant but the
damage
was done. Sharon was covered in Snails from her neck
down that stuck to her no matter how she tried to remove
them.
‘A small weapon, but in numbers unbeatable Miss
Sharpe. They attach themselves to anything they encounter then they
secrete a paralysing toxin to still the prey then the victim is coated in glue
that once it hardens crushes and cracks the prey open for feeding. Your
fate is sealed Miss Sharpe in more ways than one,’ a female voice said that
Sharon did not recognise, not that it mattered.
The plus beauty fought to her feet her body totally masked
in snails. She tried to move but the sheer volume of the creatures made
motion nearly impossible. The COIL operative slowly fell to her knees her
body fighting a cloaking shroud of poison within it. A few minutes later
she collapsed onto her side a faint rolling of her companions firmly pasted to
her the only indication of her faint body flexing. Several minutes later she
lay still on her back a mass of deadly creatures moving about her.
‘The Secretion Snails toxin in fast acting, even for a plus,
you’re totally numb Miss Sharpe so within minutes the snails will release their
gluey binding agent. A flood of viscous paste will seep into every nook
and cranny of your curvaceous form sealing you inside its golden cocoon of
cooling constrictive death,’ she soothed in delight.
Sharon could not feel their deadly gelatinous trap being
released but then seconds later she saw the results as the golden emollient
flooded out between the small pockets of space between the snails covering them
and her. The snails released and floated off her body with the running
goo leaving the spy’s naked golden coloured body fastened to the ground.
‘Impressive form, I can see the report was correct about
you. However, I think I should make an adjustment to our file on
you. By the time your torment is over, I will have to re-list you as
several sizes smaller,’ she laughed. ‘Goodbye Miss Sharpe, oh don’t get
up.’
The seductive plus lay cooling on the grass covered in the
congealing and minimizing shroud that clung to her body like a tenacious lover,
a lover intent on finishing her over time. Her hands were too gummed up
to move as were her toes even with feeling returning to them she could not free
her fingers on toes to allow her nails to shred the veil crushing her.
‘DOOM has certainly thought of everything this time Sharon,
you’re in a real jam,’ she said between small gasps for air.
She could feel her
body again the toxin having worn off but it was of little use, she had very
limited motion. She fallen and rolled with the last of her strength so
that she was in an arched position, bowed up from the ground, strands of the
binding agent had dripped off her luscious form and onto the grass forming a
series of stalactite structures around the arch. Those structures were now
contracting and pulling her to the grass carpet. Sharon fought back her
hips dancing just above the blades, slow circling motions and tilts; it
reminded her of Batgirl caught on The Cat’s Whiskers, her body twisting sexily
as it tried to escape.
‘I need to hold on for another hour,’ she moaned as the bind
clamped around her harder. ‘OHHHH’ she moaned in a low shallow breath followed
by panting as she struggled for air to feed her resistance.
By the end of the
hour her body was displayed perfectly inside the transparent cocoon, every
muscle of her athletic figure rippled inside the clutching embrace of her
second skin. Breathing was getting difficult and she could feel the
battle slipping from her command as the Snails Iron Maiden reduced her
further. The spy opened her mouth to scream but could not find the air
even for that as the vice grew impossibly taut. She felt her ribs push in
and up, her shoulders inward were at the breaking point, she swallowed a drop
and then another and then another until soon the deluge came. She pulled
and heaved expending her last until she rolled over and onto the rough gravel
path. Franticly she rolled back and forth and rubbed until she could feel
a little freedom. The spy kept at it until she could free her
hands. She quickly peeled the deadly cocoon from her nude for, her body
drinking in the night air.
‘Thank goodness I checked the weather for tonight, it not
only tells a girl how to dress, but in a pinch, it can also be a
lifesaver. If that rain had been any longer I would have been finished,
luckily the weatherman was right for once and that sudden downburst loosened
the ground enough to allow me to pull free, my arch creating the pooling effect
I needed, mission complete and now to blend into the darkness again.’
Enmeshing Beetle
The deadly diva parted her mouth and explored inside his
with her tongue as she kissed him. The Enmeshing Beetle was a deadly foe
several of her sisters had met their fate. He sprayed a waxy gel that
clung to its prey and rendered them helpless and dead from skin suffocation in
hours. COIL had not come up with a solvent for it so Sharon was helpless
if he attacked her. She however had a few traps of her own and the skills
to employ them silently. Her tongue active and deceptive hid her true
agenda, her nails, filed and scored were shear and stylish and decorated with a
special tint just for him. Delicately the spy skimmed them along the
edges of his shell until each nail caught an edge.
‘That’s right baby enjoy my kisses, stay in my spell while
my nails work in under your shell just enough to do the job,’ she though as she
kissed her wet mouth everywhere it needed to be.
Sharon guided her nails in deeper with each kiss until his
cock came between her legs, she closed her thighs about it and rolled it about
with a smile as she kissed him.
‘I can make any man and for that matter any Malesecta cum
just about any way I desire, I can feel you’re more than up for the
challenge. Just relax we have all night, let me lead,’ she cooed sexily.
Sharon looked him in the eyes as her hips started to churn
slowly about, her tongue danced into his mouth at prescribed intervals lighting
him on fire. She moved in and out pulling his stem forward and back as it
glided on the soft rails of her inner thighs. It took only a minute for
Sharon to dominate the Malesecta in the dance. Light feather touches and
swirling rolls took over as did she his mind fully on the pleasure she was
delivering.
The hypnotic jesters of her ass drew one set of hands to her
ass which she welcomed with a gasp of and a second soon jointed then in a
caress. His final set found her tits, full round firm moulds her nipples
extended and tenderly responsive to the slightest of touches. Sharon
focused her mind as her hips danced, pulled and lightly squeezed her seduction
about his extensive tool. The seductress made a few adjustments and felt
the results.
A torrent of his waxen gizsom exploded plastering the wall
behind her, Sharon worked her hips shuddering more from him in jet streams that
further coated the wall. Deftly she released his imprisoned man turned herself
180 degrees and captured it again her thighs clutching it again as her hands
closed about his visible exposed shaft that she did not cover.
The Plus spy leaned in and tilted her head back to his
awaiting lips. He was hungry for her and devoured her mouth as she had
hoped. Her hands and thighs worked a double action on his extensive wang,
its vastness allowed a variety of motion variations designed to keep him hard
and spellbound. His hands were arousing her and she was close to orgasm,
and orgasm she could not afford to have.
‘Ohh your magic baby, oh yes there,’ she moaned. But
it was her talents that won the day and gave a reprieve.
His stem fired full force as Sharon held it firm and safe in
her hug. He covered the wall Sharon directing his discharge about and she
wrung him for more and more as he convulsed in joy. The plus saw the wax
and knew he was preparing it for her a sudden forward thrust from his body that
would push her into it and a fix her permanently to it. From there she
would be sprayed until covered, his game was clear, sexual fun and then death
as he sprayed she’d be trapped in the wax.
‘This fly has one more flight,’ she told herself as he moved
her toward the wall.
She surprised him as her thighs opened and her head went
down and around his prong. He stopped dead as her mouth slid onto his tip in a
slow rolling fashion. Sharon countered her weight forward to steady them;
she had no intention of slipping off now that she had his full attention.
He amplified to full length and hardness, a rock in her mouth within
seconds. Sharon licked his shaft, his residue was honey flavoured and
sweet, her tongue lapped it up slowly, the tip of her tongue curling up and
over as she swirled over his rod. She thoroughly covered every part of his
shaft and when he was clean she closed solicitously about his head and
travelled down pulling him into her warm wet mouth as she swallowed him.
He wobbled from her administrations but she steadied him as her head pistoned
back and forth priming his pump for one more explosion.
His hands fondled the tresses of her chestnut coloured hair
as she worked moving with the motion of her head. Her hot mouth and skilled
tongue soon had him pulsing as his hips flexed back and forth. A slow
drip of honeyed wax found Sharon’s taste buds; she swallowed and knew he was
close. She lapped up more then closed over him and pulled slowly out, the
force of her wiles had the cum chasing her, she pulled her mouth away just as
he ruptured. Her hands clasp and directed the deadly wax about then just
as she suspected he pushed her hard.
Only the spy was far too cool for him and had expected it,
she tucked her head between her legs and summersaulted under him coming up
behind and shoving him into the wax.
She stepped back and smiled as he pulled himself slowly from
the wax.
‘A nice try but you must know I can’t be trapped in my own
wax, you however can be,’ he menaced as he advanced a few steps.
‘I’m waiting baby, come and get me,’ she said after a while.
‘Playing hard to get, then I guess I’ll just have to come to you,’ she added
then sauntered over and slipped her arms around his neck, his cock back between
her thighs.
‘Just like old times,’ she smiled and kissed him softly,
then walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. ‘Yes, these
will do nicely,’ she said and returned to her former lover and position.
‘Still ready for more I can feel,’ she smiled and nipped his
lips as he swelled to his former gargantuan erection held tight by her
constricting legs. ‘Now down to business, how did I do it? Well I’ll leave that
guess to you if you care, notice anything different about me?’ she waited and
got no response.
‘Maybe this will help,’ Sharon said as her kiss took him and
her hips rolled his throbbing worm around before slipping her arms free his
eyes widening as he saw how she accomplished it.
‘Something open yet hidden in the throes of passion, false
nails! A synthetic resin actually, I had them specially made with you in
mind. Any woman’s nails would be far too fragile once grown and filed to
the required thinness and edge to slip in between the small plate openings of
your shell, the pressure required to insert them would either mostly likely
break them or alert you, the result a failed mission and we can’t have that
baby,’ she said kissing him again. These false nails are painted in place
with a double coat of nail varnish, the first coat works on the nervous system
as slow paralytic that is why you can’t move and the reason for my relentless
working of your prong, your accelerated heart sped the toxin faster than
normal. The second varnish will explain my means of death for you, these
appear to be normal pantyhose except for one added feature, nearly invisible
polymer strands have been added about the circumference a simple pull activates
them and they contract,’ she whispered hotly into his ear.
A few soft kisses later she continued. ‘I know you’re
thinking your shell will protect you after all it’s nearly impossible to crack
hence our inability to finish you off. Now this brings me back to the
first coat of varnish, a shell softener, right now your protection is softening
by the second, more than enough for my hose to constrict and finish you.’
Sharon unravelled the first pair and secured them about his
form. A second, third and fourth pair followed, each stretched and wound
about him until she was happy with her trap.
‘My webbing will finish you in short order but until then,’
she said stepping about him and dancing her thighs as she kissed him.
Her hose were working on him but so was she, he came
feverishly Sharon machine gunning her hips to drain him until the last of his
honey wax sluggishly dripped to the floor. She reached behind and ran a
finger along his cock then placed it in her mouth and sucked.
‘Goodbye baby you were sweet while it lasted.
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