The Widow’s Web
‘This resort used to be exclusive, but I can see that is out the door, Curve agent, known only by her code
name, The Black Widow said as she sat on the chaise lounge by the pool.
‘You shouldn’t put yourself down like, there are plenty of people who will do it for you, I’m one,’ Curve agent Ramona said as she turned around to face the widow.
‘I take it this isn’t a social call?’ Ramona mused.
‘There’s a private cabana, up the trail, it's isolated so we won’t be disturbed and no one will hear you scream as I destroy the body of yours,’ the widow smiled.
‘Four this afternoon, don’t be late. I have a dinner date at six so that will give me plenty of time to refresh after a light workout. See you then.’
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‘Apologies for not being on time, but men just can’t seem to get enough of me, I got stopped several times,’ Ramona smiled. ‘Oh, sorry, my bad. I’m guessing that might be a sore point with you,’ she added in a catty voice.
‘When you have a set of guns like these, they start the conversation for you. The only time anyone's at a
loss for words is when they have something already in their face and this body seems to create a loss for
words among male agents. They just can’t get enough of me until, well, they’ve had too much of me,’ the
widow shot back.
‘Male agents are easy, maybe that’s why you think you’re so good. Low hanging fruit is the easiest to pick. Female agents are much more interesting, just a tad more difficult than men, but not much, after all, they might have similar equipment, but it's nowhere near as developed. I’ve lost count of the number of female agents I’ve wrapped around my thumb and other parts of me for fun and pleasure before disposing of them, again, for fun and pleasure,’ Ramona boasted as she stepped closer to the Widow and flexed her form while running her hands up and down it. ‘Go ahead, it's free to touch, well. At least the first time, after that, I make no guarantees.’
‘Why would I when I have all this to cover,’ the Widow smiled, pushing her body against Ramona’s. Firm and fatal, but fantastic to hold,’ she added. Mmmm, you’re not without promise girl,’ the Widow cooed as her hands caressed Ramona’s torso drawing her opponent to caress hers.
‘Same, but I actually prefer my own body, I mean you can’t improve upon perfection,’ she whispered in the Widow’s ear before pulling the strings on her bikini bottom. ‘Opps! How did that happen,’ Ramona said, her tongue flicking in the Widow’s ear.
‘Turnabout is fair play,’ the Widow said as Ramona lost her bottoms then her top. ‘It’s good to be free, I love no restrictions, let’s an agent truly express herself.’
‘I agree, so be free,’ Ramona added as the Widow was rendered nude. Hands explored each other, each offering compliments about how good the other was but still not quite as good as they were. Each could never get the other truly under their sway so they had to push it to the next level.
Each one tried a series and spins, kicks, punches and holds, all would have been completely successful on a standard agent, but, Curve agents, they were a cut above so all they duo managed to accomplish was to wet each other in their labours, their bodies damp and glistening from the effort.
The Widow stepped back and smiled, she could smell the arousal of her opponent and knew just how to use her experience to take and gain the upper hand. Her fingers slowly circled her nipples, wicking away the perspiration with tiny flicks of her nails until and had the attention captured fully in her opponent's face.
‘Mmmmm, you taste salty and sweet, just as a good girl should,’ she seductively offered as her hand reached out, grabbed the ponytail of Ramona, curled her hand into it and pulled her close before a hand slammed into her paradise. ‘Pussy Punch,’ she said as Ramona winched but then soon found her orbs in the clutches of the woman’s hands.
‘The Widow pulled back, but Ramona spun her about and pulled her back into her chest pressing them together where one hand found a breast, the other surrounded her paradise. The Widow threw her head back over the shoulder of Ramona, turned her head and lightly bit her neck.
‘I’m impervious to the escape attempt of my Sandtrap Stimulation. As the Widow weakened, she was bent over herself and Ramona gleefully watched her head slip into the deadly confining suffocation of her breasts. The Widow bucked for a few moments as she fought for air before slowly pulling herself out and smiling.
‘The glasses not only make me look great, they are also a handy weapon. A needle in the arm, releases upon pressure injecting my victim with a muscle relaxant, Curve strength of course,’ she smiled as Ramona fell from her arms to the floor where the Widow quickly joined her.
‘Such as waste not to taste victory before the final bell,’ she said as she kissed Ramona who was helpless to return the favour. As sweet as I thought, but nowhere near as sweet as victory will be. It's one thing, as we told each other, to beat a normal agent, but to achieve victory over another Curve, that is the ultimate prize and you my dear are a prize to be savoured,’ she added, kissing her softly again while a hand massaged her paradise.
‘Do what you want with me, but don’t kill me, please,’ Ramona begged as the Widow slipped her powerful legs around her opponent's waist.
‘That’s the game we play baby, you know that, but if you're worried about a quick demise, don’t, as I said, you’re to be savoured. A taste of my lips on yours, the curl of my tongue against yours, the feel of my constrictors wrapped and squeezing about your torso and just as an added bonus, the Widow smiled picking up her bikini top and wrapping it about the neck of Ramona, then pulling tight so that the two cups covered her nose.’ The smell of me right to the end.
‘Please, please, Ramona whimpered a little as the top and legs got tighter about her.
‘Hush sugar. The widow needs to feed,’ she said, closing her lips around her victims.
Looks are always Deceiving
‘I’m glad to see you made yourself at home. I won’t ask how you got into my suite, but I can guess,’ Paige Worthington, Force agent said as she came into her cabana and found agent Briana sitting on the end of her bed.
‘I hope I didn’t make you wait too long, but I had a busy night,’ Paige answered.
‘Yes, I understand the lineups for the buffet can be time consuming. But, you would know so much more about that than I ever would. I mean, look at this body,; Briana said, her arms sweeping up and down her body as she got up from the bed to emphasize her figure. The only time I see the buffet is when I pass it by on my way to the gym. You don't have thighs like these or a set of oh, so firm.’ Birana stopped and caressed her breasts. ‘Cannons that can cover and kill from another plate of crab legs. Speaking of that, these legs,’ Briana again paused as both hands reached down to her ankles then slowly snaked and slithered their way up. “Exceptionally firm and fatal. The smoothest death I can deliver to either sex.’
‘Very impressive,’ Paige commented, then went to say something but Briana carried on, sitting down on the bed, then rolling into her side so she faced away from Paige as she stretched out.
‘Look at this ass, attractive and assassination certified. My curves more than do the trick. I can’t understand
how you are even a spy? I mean when a man has a choice between you and this,’ Briana said, pausing as
she rolled over to look at Paige. ‘I mean, it's just not fair, is it? You’re not even in the same league as me,
but since I never question orders or turn down the chance to kill an enemy agent, here I am about to waste
my talents on you when they could be put to such better use.’
‘I see you’ve got the room set up for filming, your laptop and your phone. Planning to add me to your promotion reel of terminations?’ Paige smiled.
Hardly! This is for all my beautiful and similarly shaped agent friends. I’ll share it with them as a laugh, but most will see it live streamed. I would never include you on my dossier highlight reel, that’s meant for real agents of consequence,’ Briana smirked
‘Well, I don’t want to keep your audience waiting, Paige smiled.
‘Even your dress is wrinkled,’ Briana scoffed as Paige reached behind and undid it.
‘Yes, the result of having Agent Karsten, I believe a colleague of yours, on my arms and other places this evening. He was an impatient little bunny, just couldn't get enough of me until he did,’ Paige finished as the dress slipped off her body, then stepped out of it and her heels. ‘Bigger is sometimes better and this is one of those times. I know you’ve heard this before and apologies ahead of time, but when you were recruited you were told your one in 1000, beauty, brains, athleticism and the ability to put them all together and use them. I was told the same thing except I was told I’m one in 100,000. That’s why a Plus or a Curve are so highly valued, except it seems by you, but whatever, shall I hit the start button on the camera’s or do you want the honour,’ Paige finished.
Briana somersaulted across the bed, bounced on the mattress, launched into the air toward Paige who shoulder rolled under the airborne Briana deftly coming to her feet then snapping a kick to her back that smashed her against the wall.
Briana gathered herself then attacked with a series of aerial kicks and rapid punches, Paige blocked them all with apparent ease before the flat of her palm hit the sternum of her opponent so hard Briana was knocked over herself several times as she tumbled away to the far corner of the room.
‘As you can feel, size and speed are not mutually exclusive,’ Paige advised as she advanced on Briana who now did not look so confident of victory.
The Curve helped her to her feet then spun her around, arms wrapping about her neck while her ear whispered softly into Briana’s ear.
‘Now, I don’t want you to get the idea that all us “bigger girls” are just power, we’re also soft and sexy, at least that’s what you boyfriend Karsten thought between his multiple orgasmic moans from both sets of my lips. So who am I to deny you the same pleasure? Oh, not the orgasms, but the softness,’ Paige whispered hotly in Briana’s ear as the pads of too small fingers turned tight circles around certain spots on Briana’s neck. ‘That’s right baby, have a little nap so I can prepare us for our next and final session.’
Briana slowly came to. First thing she felt was how hot she was then she realised why, her body was fully entangled in Paige’s.
‘Welcome back. Un uh, don’t move, My Serpent's Coil Yoga knot has a nasty tendency to contract with motion from the prey,’ Paige said, putting her cheek next to Briana’s. ‘I like to do my yoga nude, so I took the liberty for the both of us. ‘Of course with you being so much fitter than me you should be easily able to escape my body,’ Paige added.
Briana turned her eyes to the full length mirror on the wall to the left of the camera. Her eyes dilated in panic. Wrapped entirely about her was Paige, her insanely flexible, fit and very strong body, sculpted muscles like coiled springs tensing and dancing about the enveloped woman.
‘That’s the power side of a Curve agent, the spice if you will, but what’s spice without a little sugar,’ Paige said and kissed Briana softly with a kiss Briana found irresistible. ‘Now if that was my poison lipstick our business would be concluded as it was with Karsten, but I’m only up for one soft kill a night, which leaves,’ Paige explained letting the conclusion sink in.
‘Please, please, I take it back about what I said. Please don’t kill me, oh you're so tight already I can barely move,’ Briana begged.
‘I wonder how many of your friends are watching right now. I want to give them a good show and you want to demonstrate your skills. Show me how that ass of yours moves or those pendulous cannons can smother me. Your legs seem to be occupied in mine, I’ll leave them out.
‘Oooooh,’ came a long moan as Paige and those watching saw her body cinch tighter.
‘I did warn you about moving, a few more of those and our business here will be concluded,’ the curvaceous serpent hissed.
‘Please no more, I surrender, I’ll tell you anything you want about our organisation, just please release my body, you're too tight,’ Briana whimpered.
‘Karsten already gave me all,’ Paige said. ‘There’s only one thing left to do.’
The Plus spy planted a kiss on the hot cheek of Briana, the perfect imprint left by her pink lipstick and she turned her body and felt her prey being broken apart, first the the left, then repeat to the right before she raised up to her feet in front of the camera and relaxed. The dead body of Briana reluctantly even in death slipping off her form as gravity carried her rag doll body to the floor. Paige walked over to the cellphone, brought it close to Briana’s cheek to show the pink lipstick kiss, then she looked at the camera on the laptop.
‘This is my calling card and this is my body. I await your response,’ she said, zooming out so they could see her, then ended the stream.
Office Cleaning
‘He’s had glimpses, all artfully arranged to happen, but now he gets the whole package. It shouldn't take too
much effort, really I already have him, this is just the icing and speaking of that,’ Agent Alexis smiled, taking
her favourite shade of pink lipstick and applying a nice even coat.
‘There, frosting is always the best part and these lips know how to deliver it to multiple places. When I’m through with him he’ll spill the beans on what we need to know along with other spills, all of my creation she smiled into the mirror.
Alexis heard the door to the office turn slightly. ‘Couldn’t have asked for better timing or the more perfect position,’ she smiled, bending over a little more so her ample heart shaped ass stuck out a little more, a slow wiggle designed to catch his eye until another part of her could catch something else.
‘I’ve been waiting,’ she said into a blank mirror that soon filled up with the image behind her.
‘And will continue to do so. Your afternoon appointment will not be showing up, I reminded him of
something urgent he hadn’t done yet,’ his Admin, Freya said as her image filled the mirror. Alexis watched
her reach behind and lock the door.
‘It makes little difference there will be another time and place, maybe here, or my place or even his. I hear or so will hear he’s looking for a new Admin,’ Alexis smiled, then her face turned serious. ‘You should unlock that door and run away. I’ll give you that chance, drop off your resignation letter on the way out or would you prefer I do it?
‘I highly doubt you could even spell resignation, But, perhaps you can spell termination as in yours,’ the Admin countered then let a pause go before adding. ‘One way or the other,’ in an ominous tone.
‘This body is deadly in bed but even more so out of it. These tits, round perfect orbs, firm and enveloping,’ she began saying while her hands circled and rubbed them. ‘They’ll take your breath away, literally. After I beat you, maybe I’ll lower them around your face, slowly squeezing inward as I seal them about your face, let your tongue drive me wild with your useless escape attempts. Then just as I’m climaxing my body wrenches one way then the other snapping that neck of yours. Those orgasms are the best. My arsenal does have other weapons, these legs of mine, alluring, seductive and oh so lethal in so many ways,’ Alexis smiled as she ran her hands up them in a slow swirling gesture.
‘Perhaps that neck of yours would enjoy a visitation from the thighs or calves, either will feel wonderful and do the trick of breaking your neck. I might decide to use my pythons to wrap around that slim waist of yours and slowly tighten my grip, making you fight harder for each breath of air, such a wonderful tactile experience. Yes you will make an excellent victim to add to my list of slow coiling deaths, Agent Alexis continued as her hands rubbed her inner thighs in delight.
Such descriptive visions, you should write erotic spy stories my dear. There’s only one problem with your fantasies, you have to make them reality by defeating me,’ Freya smiled.
Alexis took the bait and sprung at her opponents, her first move a straight front kick like Batgirl did, only Freya was ready, her leg came up at the same time, the heel of her pump locking into and turning the heel of Alexis’ pump spinning the agent completely about, the shoe flying off into the office. Freya slammed a raised knee into the agent's paradise watching her double over in pain.
‘Not the kind of greeting those lips were expecting,’ Freya smiled.
Alexis swung wildly from a bend position, Freya bent her torso back the momentum of the swing sending Alexis in a 180. Her back to the Admin fours fingers, two on each side of Alexis’ neck pushed in at fixed points then made small circles. Alexis saw everything go black, when she woke up she was tied to the office chair,
‘These make excellent binding agents, smooth, stretchy, capable of very small knots and about all strong. Amazing for something so sheer and of course alluringly sexy,’ Freya mused as she played with one of the agent's stockings, the other tied around the agent's hands and ankles and to the chair.
‘I can tell you anything you want to know about other organisations I’ve infiltrated, please just don’t kill me, please,’ she begged.
‘While you were taking a nap I gathered up all your things, including your notes. You really should be more security conscious. I’ve been watching you for weeks, my dear, hidden cameras and microphones, I even have the password to your computer and all the information on it, so you’re really of no use to me or this organisation,’ Freya smiled, shifting her await of the desk to come toward the bound agent.
‘What about as a plaything? I’m excellent in bed and I promise to please you as much as you want, just don’t kill me. Anything you want I can do or perform, any time you want,’ Alexis begged,
‘I have all the amusements, diversions and other such things I need. Besides my dear, you're much too upfront. Subtlety is what sells, in clothes, your look, demeanour, how you move. Sex is the easy part, but even there you have to know and understand your partner, sometimes they want to be dominant other times they want you to. You want to dominate all the time, in everything, bit of a turn off, even now with your begging. Here, perhaps a lesson is in order,’ Freya smiled as she stepped around the back of the chair.
‘I know you love me in these, I see you look at me all the time, when I bend, turn, cross my legs. They feel wonderful don’t they,’ Freya said, dangling them against Alexis’ cheek then letting them fall down between her breasts before she pulled them up letting it slide around her neck. ‘Can you smell me on them, maybe I should tie you up in them, that way you can’t escape me when I drive you crazy or you tie me up that way I can’t use my feminine arts to slither free of your embrace. Yes, tie me up in a silky snake and then, well we don’t need words for that, so we baby,’ she finished as Alexis came and shook.
‘They my dear is how you do it, we’re miles away from each other on that score yet closer than you think on others. Seduction is subtle and still and unspoken, your way is this,’ Freya ended as the stocking tightened around her neck, once then again!
She convulsed in the chair, her body rocking and snapping as Freya used the silky constrictor to cinch more and more until Alexis’ head fell forward to her chest. Freya wrapped her arms around the agent's head and turned a pleasing crack filling the silent space.
‘You can have the rest of the day off my dear,’ Freya added as she turned out the lights and left.
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