Daphne Hemmings I.C. E. Agent

Daphne exited the sauna, her nude body glowing and glistening as she walked to the shower,
after which she made her way to the change room when she was speared from behind.

The CURVE agent giggled violently, water wicking from her body in droplets. The male exited
her ass quickly, she tried to steady her legs underneath her and face him when she was
impaled again by a second male. Daphne’s body rippled, his cock embedded into her ass as
she writhed. He pulled out, the spy staggered about trying to mount a defense when she was
caught again by the first male.

His wire, steel hard thrust into her, piercing her, she moaned, her gyrating body struggling to
break free. She twisted her torso in a desperate effort and finally broke the spell. She tried to
get her body to respond before they came at again, but she was slow and uncoordinated.  

‘If they get more chances to Spindle me I’ll be helpless, their art is as effective as I’ve heard.’

Quick penetration of the female caused disorientation, repeated capture eventually led to a
temporary short circuit of the nervous system rendering the female helpless. She swung and
missed with a punch then spun widely with a back heel kick. The one male caught her foot
and placed in on his shoulder then stepped in to hold her in place as the other thrust inside her.

Daphne fully stretched was helpless, his massive cock lunged deep into her, she spasmed
before he arched his back and plunged in deeper. Hers eyes flickered but she regained a
small sense of control before he released her and his partner propelled his root into her.
He secured her arms above her head and submerged deeper into her with each push.

The spy weakly twisted and churned her captured for before she was released to another
impalement seconds later. Daphne unable to defend herself was closed in on by the two as
they took turns inserting and then passing her to the other, the limp, glassy eye CURVE agent
caught in their trap with no escape possible.

She was finished after 20 minutes, but the duo kept inserting until after an hour she was finally
released. Her body crumpled to the floor of the change room she looking up at the two unable
to move a muscle.  

‘Don’t worry my dear in a few minutes this will seem like paradise,’ one of the said as the other
moved out of sight into the next room.

Daphne was positioned on the floor, stretched out her arms placed at her sides on her back,
she saw a thermal bag brought to her side and opened.

‘Now I.C.E. agent (International Counter Espionage) it’s time to heat things up. A steaming
white towel emerged from the bag and was spread over top of her. She was rolled left then
right the towel being wrapped around her, then onto her back were a second towel was placed
before she was rolled over to face them again as the wet hot blanket was folded over her front.

The wet covering clung to her body outlining it perfectly from her covered shoulders down to
her ankles. She was already hot and getting hotter by the moment.

‘This is merely the beginning I.C.E. agent of your torment. You are to be wrapped in The
Turkish Towel Snake.’

With that he and his partner took a towel each and spun them from each end into a long snake.
The first towel encircled both her ankles and as tied before the immobilised spy was the
rolled over and back coiling the fabric snake around her legs. They tied the second to the first
then repeated the process up to one shoulder, two more moist snakes completed the job back
down the opposite way so that Daphne’s body was criss-crossed.  They wrapped two more
towels in sheets about her cocooning woman, special clips keeping the towels tight against
her.

‘Now for the final step,’ one said and Daphne stiff in the trap was picked up and transported
back to a sauna and layed on the wooden platform.  ‘A special chemical in the towels causes
them to contract with heat. I’m sure an I.C.E. agent, even one as deadly as you can’t stay cool
forever. Its and extremely slow process, you’ll be wishing for it to end long before it does.’

As a final gesture they turbaned her hair and left her turning up the heat and setting the water
to automatically fall onto the rocks to create stream keeping her wet.

She shifted a little as her body came back to her and the steam covered her in its enveloping
mist.