Third Dance

This is the third in the series of FORCE trying to save TRIDENT female 

Agents from being eliminated by their own side.  These short tales are a continuation of

the What is Truth storyline.

‘Fascinating story, intricate, well constructed and wonderfully told and the company was very pleasant,’ she smiled, taking a sip of her drink, she continued.  ‘There is only one problem, you provide no proof, evidence, what you have got and what kept me enraptured, is your handsomeness, if I may be so bold, the lovely setting, the meal was excellent and this wine.  I have enjoyed this small amount of neutrality more, much more than I expected,’ she smiled while reaching across the room to hold his hand for a second.  Hannah was more than a tad surprised at how easily they fell together for a first try.  

They each took a sip of their wine.  Hannah reached out and guided his head gently down to the table, a victorious smile pursing her lips.  

‘I really did enjoy the evening Mason, more than I care to admit, that’s why I only used the knockout pill and not the deadly one on you.  Consider it a professional courtesy, well, maybe a little more than that.  The pill is disguised as a pearl on my bracelet.  When I reached across and took your hand my other simply dropped the ball into your wine.  They dissolve instantly, leave no taste and are completely effective.  The simple art of distraction, don’t be angry, I’ve had years of practice, its second nature.  You’ll be fine in a little more than three hours, long enough for me to depart.’

Hannah tipped the Maitre’d quite generously so that Mason would not be looked in upon until after she’d departed the hotel.

Hannah went straight to her suite and packed her clothes, left them in the outer room for the hotel service to pick up while she took a shower.  She set up the motion detector built into her compact for security, just in case what Mason said was true.  

‘I can’t seem to get him out of my mind, very strange.  Maybe a shower will wash him off,’ she thought.  

A dry and happy Hannah came out of the shower, picked up her motion detector at the base of the door

and switched it off.  She was immediately flipped across the bedroom and the bed where she bounced

off the fat side and into a punch to her pussy, that doubled her over.  Seized by the shoulder and a hand

cupped between her legs she was somersaulted back across the bed where an awaited foot smashed i

nto her sternum.  Hannah fell back on the bed only momentarily.  Taken by her ankles and arms she was

swung sideways into the wall crashing to the floor!  It was only a brief respite.  One of her attackers pulled

her arms back and over her head while locking Hannah’s ankles with their feet.  She fell back stretching

the woman in a bow while the second delivered measured punches and nerve strikes to the spy.   

Satisfied, she was released and taken into the lounge area of the suite and placed on the floor.

‘How did my motion detector not alert me!’ Hannah said through the pain.

‘Those devices have a wireless backdoor into the operating system.  They can be turned off but made to look like they're still working.  TRIDENT exclusive they guess they failed to mention, one of them said.  

‘That was easier than I thought,’ the other spoke.

‘Now comes the fun part,’ the other replied.

‘We’re getting ahead of ourselves I think.  Introductions, then assassination, its the polite way to do things.’

‘Agreed,’ one said and bent over Hannah. ‘I’m Addison,’ she said.

‘I’m Madison,’ the other intoned, bending over as well.  ‘TRIDENT has deemed you expendable.’

‘You know that gives me an idea,’ Addison smiled.  ‘Expendable, extendable.  What do you say to some extensive stretching of her before we kill her.  You know, double the fun,’ 

‘Excellent, we are twins after all and TRIDENT did say to make it as slow and painful as possible,’ Madison smiled.

The deadly duo, one at her head, the other her feet began entwining Hannah.  The spy used every tool

in her arsenal of tricks to escape,  when the proved impossible,  delay the two.

‘You’re only delaying the end result Hannah,’ Addison said, ice in her voice.

‘Not that we mind though,’ Madison countered. ‘The body contact and motion is extremely erotic, so please struggle, maybe you’ll even orgasm.  A little before the pain.’

‘She does have wonderful lips and a very active tongue, too bad neither will work on us,’ Madison smiled as her lips parted from Hannah’s

‘We were fully briefed on your skill sets,’ Addison answered as she took her turn.

Hannah continued to tempt them. She needed to slow them down so she could plan an escape.  Feeling their respective bodies, exploring weaknesses, finding triggers, anything that could aid her.

A cauldron the arms and legs crawled around her, an ever confining wedge of feminine weaving until the twins arched back and forced Hannah into the air.  Two pops were followed by a moan as the spy’s hips were dislocated.  The twosome relaxed and repositioned into a new placement. Hannah’s shoulders burned in pain and the girls twisted and stretched the helpless woman doing the same to her shoulders, then elbows and wrists.  They repeated the deadly destructiveness on her knees and finally her ankles before releasing her.

‘Step one completed Hannah,’ Madison smiled as Hannah winched in pain, tears in the corners of her eyes.  

‘Now comes step two.  The slow crushing of your form in ours and you have nothing left to resist with.  What shall we use Madison?’ Addison asked.  

‘I was thinking of a Paired Plait,’ Addison answered.

‘Excellent choice, a fully stretched woman feels so much better, you get maximum skin contact with the added bonus of being a slow death.  Let’s get to work!’ Madison smiled.  

The two vixens slipped themselves around their victim,the motion causing Hannah to gasp and moan

from the motion.

‘The best part of this Miss Fenton is since you can’t move we control all the motion.  My sister and I are in no hurry to contract around you,’ Addison explained.

‘Besides I hear that heat is good for the joints. Madison mocked.  

Hannah on her side between the two assassins lay loose, the twins with just the soft pads of their toes and fingertips barely a breath on.  She knew that would change, they would want to cinch in and take more of her quickly then slowly painfully deliver death, she knew it would be hours before she was finished, they had orders and it was a tactile sexy way to finish an opponent.  You could have all the invented weapons you could ever desire in your clutch or at your disposal on the vanity, but nothing was more lethal than the female body, especially the naked form.  

Addison and Madison took turns jiggling their respective bodies, each time they both pulled in a little and slowly Hannah, except for her head and fragmentary parts of limbs and other parts disappeared inside them.  The girls bowed their bows back and forth stretching the capture spy in a painful dance as their dual forms meshed tighter to hers.  With nothing but will and a grim determination not to give in Hannah fought on.  

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Mason awoke slowly, he fought going back to sleep, then she entered his head and he forced himself up, arms pushing up on the table.  Hde hit the table several times with his hands to get some adrenaline going.  Edging around the booth he forced himself to his feet, shaking his legs vigorously to get them to work again, checked his watch and stumbled out of the room looking like a drunk man to all who watched.  He noticed but didn’t care as he pulled out his phone and called HQ.

‘Patch into the hotel's computer and find her room,’ he told his minder, every agent had one assigned for each mission.  He stumbled into the elevator and then down the hall to his suite where he activated his lap top, plugged in the reader and placed his keycard in the slot.  ‘Reprogram my keycard to her room.’’ He watched the lights on the reader flash indicating work in progress.  ‘Your the best, Miram!’ he exclaimed to his minder.  ‘No, I want to keep the line open for a few minutes till I get there, never know I might need a removal,’ he added, grabbing a small case then taking a gun from his bedside table.  

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Gun at the ready he inserted the keycard opened the door and waited, nothing happened and he immediately knew why.  All the sound was coming from inside the next set of doors.  He heard two distinct voices neither one was Hannah’s, then he heard a very low moan, relief crossed his face.  Silently he crept to the door, oriented the voices to the door, released the safety on the gun and burst in.

Two lethal lovelies looked surprised but only for an instant, a shot found both of them and they relaxed.  Mason pulled them off and into the next room, closed the door leaving only himself and Hannah. 

‘Hi, I need a cleaning, two, yes the room you reprogrammed.  They're in the outer area just inside the door.  No, no need to alert the local authorities, I used an air pistol and poison darts, no one heard a thing.  Thanks, but just the bodies removed, I will deal with the rest.  Thanks again Miriam.’

Just as he hung up Hannah stirred, her head tilted towards him, her expression changed to definite as she recognised him.

‘Your minions did an excellent job, I won’t give you much resistance.  I should have killed you when I had the opportunity,’ Hannah weakley threatened.  

Mason can see she was in a very bad way.  There were a few tears in the corners of her eyes, her breathing was laboured from the struggle, but, except for the breathing she wasn’t moving, she couldn’t.  The two had used a Feminine Cat’s Cradle Knot on her.  It was a miracle she was still alive after more than three hours, but most of the joints in her body, he could see that many of her joints had been dislocated.  The knot didn’t kill, it tortured the victim, the killing came after that.  Another hour and Hannah would have been dead.  Most people looking at her would have assumed that was the better fate, but Mason knew otherwise, her dossier had told him so.

He opened the case he had brought along, pulled out a syringe, a swab and a kleenex.  Her eyes got wide at the sight of the needle coming close to her as Mason knelt down.

‘You won’t even give me the dignity of choosing my fate,’ she said, her voice as angry as she could make it, before she coughed.

Mason set the needle down and brought the tissue to her eyes and wiped away the tears, soothing her as his hands swept her hair away from her face.

‘I’m going to give you something for the pain, it will take most of it away while I work on you.  I don’t know how you stayed alive, while yes I do, you're incredible,’ he said.  She smiled and he gave her the drug.  ‘Believe it or not, but I was a Chiropractor and a RMT before FORCE recruited me.  I have several exotic skill sets that I can use if you want me to?

The drug was beginning to work.  Hannah could feel the pain ebbing away, a pleasant dull numbness had begun to cloak her nude form.  ‘First time in this business I’ve had that request,’ she said slowly and smiled which he took as a yes.

‘I will be back in a few minutes,’ he said, made a motion to leave, then stopped and gently gave her a quick kiss. 

He returned, naked, her eyes widened at his impressive form, toned sculpted muscles, nothing big and ugly, these were sinuous and flowling capable of extended endurance,  His lean body had been disciplined with yoga, the kind that killed female spies.  

‘I need to adjust you a bit before we can begin, your spine needs to be as straight as possible.  Is the drug working? Do you need more, just say if you do, he explained and began.  He worked on her ankles first, slim and sexy.  Mason’s fingers pushed and massaged between rotations and tried to manipulate the joint back together.  It took ten minutes but he finally got it back into place, the other took just as long.  

Mason shifted his legs to run up either side of hers.  He was careful to avoid touching the mound.  With her knee in his vice he could work with both hands and apply considerable pressure when needed.  

‘You’re going to feel this Hannah, sorry but no amount of pain killer short of putting you out cold would prevent that,’ he explained.  She just looked up at the ceiling, her mind focused on what little she could feel, on the feeling of his legs next to hers, she found solace in that.

A sudden sharp pain, a dull thudding pain that faded away after a minute broke that fantasy, but her knee was back in place.  Mason shifted to the other as she let her mind wander again in pleasant thoughts about his body, reality ended that before it became too serious.  

‘He shifted, moving gracefully to her side as he worked on her wrist.  They were more than two hours in and he could tell she needed another shot, though she said nothing.  

‘You don’t need to be brave or foolish either.  I’m going to give you another shot and another if you need it after that.  I told you this takes time, if not done right you’ll never be an active agent again.  I know it's hard but you need to trust me,’ Mason said softly to her then gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Hannah thought it sweet and old fashioned, like a first date when you're a young girl, but she also found it comforting.  The second shot took effect, coupled with the remaining overlap from the first injection she felt very little while he corrected her other wrist, elbows and shoulders after another hour and a half session. He realigned her neck then gently and slowly pushed her torso up into a sitting position and positioned behind her.

In spite of her fog Hannah could feel his erect wand pressed against her.  Mason came close and talked softly to her.  

‘This neck part involves me getting close, not sexual, but you have to let me do what I need to.  I know its instinct, even as you are right now to resist and right, but it will only make your injuries permanent,  I promise you I will make you well, please just relax.  I have oil, it will help me move and position you. It also has a strong healing property to it more joints and muscles.  Are you ready Hannah?’ 

The oil felt warm and soothing as he applied it.  Mason rubbed it everywhere, but took light touches around her paradise, the breasts so not to overstimulate her, he said.  She knew he was being a gentleman.  

Coated and smelling of rose and sandalwood Mason slipped himself down her body.  Hannah was thankful for the drug still highly evident in her system or she might have climaxed, he was that sexy in his snaking consummation of her.  Both his legs slithered around one of hers, she fought the instinct to counter him, her training and years of experience a hard habit to master, but she managed.  Mason took her arms and tied them into his, pulling them taut above their heads.  He rolled her slowly onto her side taking the weight off her hips.  

He felt delicious as his muscles, abductors and femur biceps and glutes all took their turns working on her on her left hip.  Mason rubbed and turned and coaxed her hip, stretching her in a bow and holding her off the ground with his hands and feet as he manipulated her wonderful form.  Her hip refused to budge, he bowed her a little more and deepened his rub while repositioning her lovely leg.  He continued, she suspended giving him all her strength as he worked.  

‘You must be exhausted, stop, it's not working,they did too much damage, it's my fault Mason, not yours,’ she begged him in a half daze unsure if she was making any sense.

Nearing complete exhaustion and collaspe, oil from them both dripping to the floor in small pools, he turned her one final time and it slipped back into place.  He rubbed it for several more minutes before tenderly lowering her to the ground.  His body heaving he moved to the other side and the remaining leg.  

Mason twisted around her leg as before, but this time he had the advantage of a healed side.  He left Hannah’s repaired leg free and pulled her over and up.  He worked and worked on it, concentrating as he listened with his body.  The FORCE male also pushed down his own desires, his member unavoidably was pinned between his inner thigh and her soft but firm thigh.  Again and again he could not get it back in, her was heaving and panting as he worked, 

‘This one is taking a little longer,’ he panted. ‘I suspect it's not your dominant leg so the joint is tighter.  I’ll get it though, I just need to bend you a little more, don’t fight me.’

He bent Hannah more, she thought his body insane as she looked in the mirror, all smooth but active muscles, his undulating motion captivating her as she imaged them truly connected, she realised what she had to do to help.

Mason knew it the minute she went silent and then still.  He waited for it to happen, the short breaths and a low moan filled the room as Hannah climaxed, endorphins surging through her.  Mason tensed and turned her hard as she was lost in joy and it worked, he felt the joint slip into place.  Surfaced to him still working on her hip, his muscles pulsing and rocking as he massaged it. 

‘I can feel them again and move them,’ she breathed, drained from the ordeal.

‘One more thing to do,’ Mason answered.  

An instant later Hannah was his, her entire body captured in his.  He stiffened against her, straightening her sexy form then wormed his body up and down like a breakdancer until a loud crack filled the room.   Hannah’s eyes rolled over, her body twitched for several seconds then went limp.

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‘I thought you might sleep all day, but I’m glad you didn’t,’  Mason smiled from a chair across the room.

Hannah had just stirred and opened her eyes.  She was covered in a sheet from the bed, with a pillow under her head and the small of her back. He came over and sat beside her.

‘Certain things are a little fuzzy,’ she said, still a little groggy.

Mason explained everything from when he showed up to what happened and why she lost consciousness at the end.

‘I had to realign your neck and spine, hence the knot, but actually you made that a simple task when you climaxed.  The violent snapping overloaded your nerve receptors and you passed out.  Essentially it's the brain's way of dealing with an overloaded nervous system.  It simply reboots itself.  You needed the sleep anyway, healing and rest go hand in hand.  How do you feel?’

‘Sore and stiff I think.  Can I get up?’ she asked.

Hannah, with help, got to her feet and with Mason’s support walked about.  

‘I’m very impressed, but I suppose I shouldn’t be, you’re a remarkable woman to have survived all that time.  I don’t see why TRIDENT would want you killed?  Walk over to the bar, I ordered breakfast.  You look like a yogurt and fresh fruit kind of girl, if not, we can get you something else.

‘I am, thanks.  I guess after this you can hand me over to FORCE.  I’ll tell them whatever I can,’ Hannah said in a resigned fashion.

‘You don’t understand, it was never about that.  That would be a bonus for sure, but this was always about saving your life.  My boss can’t stand to see women who gave up so much just be tossed away.  I have to say I agree with her sitting here,’ he smiled.

‘There are others in the same situation?’ she asked in a concerned voice.

‘Many more, but, eat, I’ll help you shower, I even ordered you a dress.’

Hannah looked surprised at this.

You didn’t notice, perhaps your mind was occupied by something, but TRIDENT took everything except what you carried in your clutch.   then we can leave,’ Mason assured her.

‘How do you know my size?’

He just smiled at her.