Infiltration Part One

This was a story idea suggested by King Zachary.  This is the first one.

He asked for a variety of women agents, so I thought I’d do a

Silkworm, M.I.L.F., Plus, Silver Spy Poison Geisha.  If you 

want another agent group added please let me know.

Ridge was not happy with the assignment.

‘Eliminate a trainee female agent and an old one at that!’ 

He could hardly get excited about it, no part of him could.  He pondered this as he moved through the old streets of Delhi to Chandni Chowk and an alley off the market where his target lived.  It was an oppressive night, the closeness of the streets and the crush of people not allowing much air to move about and given the near approach of the monsoons the heat and especially the humidity made it even more uncomfortable.

‘Once inside her place I will ditch the clothes, not for sexual purposes, as if!’ he scoffed to himself in the back of the slow moving Tuk Tuk.  ‘We can’t even go fast enough to create a breeze,’ his mind raged.  

The driver eventually, even with his hand on the horn, could go no further against the swell of people in the market square.  He did point the way to the alley Ridge was looking for.  He slipped into the mass of bodies and became just a fish in a school of fish, he decided not to fight against the motion instead he just let the surge of people push him toward his goal slowly ejecting him to the outside of the pod where he slipped free and down the alley.  Even that little time had wetted his clothes with sweat from the close contact.

Ridge looked up as he entered the alley, no name, you just knew it or you asked a local the name of the person and they pointed you.  The doors did mercifully have numbers and letters on them.  The deeper he went in, the more the buildings seemed to close over top of him to only a thin sliver of night sky was visible.  There were barely two outstretched arms lengths between sets of doors on either side when he found the address he was looking for. He tried the door, it opened onto a stairway immediately.  Removing his shoes and socks he climbed slowly, trying not to make the wood creak.  Up to a landing, a quick scan of the letters on the doors revealed another climb.  The air and the heat inside were more than outside, he was touching his damp brow by the time he finished and found the door he desired.  Inside he could hear music and movement, sometimes a steady constant beat with the music, other times off set to the rhythms.  He tried the door gently expecting and getting that it was locked but the music would provide the perfect cover for him to pick the lock and enter.  

The old lock system surrendered easily to his touch.  He stripped off his clothes, opened the door a fraction to see a shadow moving in a room down the hallway at the back end of the apartment.  He closed the door, silently put down his clothes then moved cautiously down the hallway, his mind debating how he would quickly accomplish his mission.  Neck snap, strangulation in his powerful arms or maybe a beating and the use of something in the home.  Naturally, given the nature of his occupation he would have preferred something sexual, but again, his brain reminded him of the target and thought quickly left him.

As he came close to the entrance to the room the music stopped as did he.  There was no motion inside the room, only the settled breath of the female.  Ridge made his way to the opening and she appeared.

‘Sarpam Thullal is excellent for meditation.  The body and the mind become one.  I could hear you in the first stairwell, then the second, as you took off your shoes, then your clothes and finally as you made your way down the hall.  I could not discern your looks nor your physique, but those insights come with years of practice,’ she smiled from her sitting position on the floor.

‘Nor do I know your name.  Mine’s Veena Gopal.’

‘Ridge Steele, an apt name, for the task at hand,’ Veena said after he had told her his name.  ‘I take it you have decided on a method, something blunt I imagine given my reference to your name and why you are here.  But, I think that plan may be wavering a bit, perhaps is it my green skin, not what you expected?  It is a tad distracting, perhaps even a touch alluring,’ she added, taking a step toward him.

‘There, I made it easier for you.  My neck is now within seizing distance, all you have to decide is if you want to snap it or strangle me.  That choice I leave to you,’ she finished taking another half step to him.

Ridge could feel his cock betraying.  Yes was older, but her body was firm, slim and sexy and that green paint did indeed stir the erotic fantasies of a snake woman wrapped about him.  He felt his stem twitch again then he cleared his mind, he had work to do.  His arms flashed out to her neck..but he was a second too late, Veena’s head elegantly shifted to one side, her body  flowed as it seemed to Ridge.

‘A fraction too late, perhaps you’d like to try again,’ Veena said not as a question but more in the form of a challenge.

Ridge moved his feet about as he circled trying to cut off an escape route by working her into a corner of the room but Veena was like quicksilver slipping from his grasp.

‘Come, come, young man, I shouldn't be that difficult to get a hold of,’ she smiled as her pose changed.

Ridge shot forward again, this time she turned sideways, slid down his left side, one hand lightly cupping the side of his face, her touch like a gentle cool night breeze as she slid behind him, her other hand running across his stomach dangerously close to his cock, which flicked in response to the touch.  When he turned about she was several steps away from him beckoning him to her.

‘No shame, try again, but a warning, but be careful what you try to catch, the risk may be greater than the reward,’ Veena smiled a sly mischievous grin.  

Ridge became a storm of feet and hands, kicks and punches spinning through the air in a choreographed release of anger.  Veena moved with the fluidity of liquid silk, a leg rising to avoid a blow, an arm swaying gently upward as his sailed by, a sinuously alluring turn of her body as she continued to dance about him using the space and her lithe form with sparing sexy efficiency.

The more he could not touch her the more he became frustrated but also fascinated with her green form, its snakelike appearance and movement drew up inside him something primal, forbidden and erotic, his body betrayed those thoughts and Veena noticed.

‘Distracted thoughts agent Steele, well part of you is both,’ she added.  

The battle continued, Ridge who was already sweating from the hot night air was now dripping while Veena remained cool and unconcerned.

‘Now you're not even trying,’ she said as his blows were becoming much slower and uncoordinated.  ‘Let me come a little closer to make it easier for you.’

Veena moved closer to him.  Somehow the heat in the room increased for Ridge in the reduced space.  She continued to dance about and around him, missing blows, her beautiful green face and painted pink lips that he suddenly found extremely kissable, his cock got even harder, if that was possible, then somehow her hand lightly touched it, a tip of a nail tracing the length of his shaft as she circled about his. His rope twitched its approval.

Veena swayed, her body oscillating between fast and slow rhythms, her arms snaking slowly and and down before running up her body in slow tantalising twisting contours as her eyes stared into Ridge’s.  She brushed up against, just the merest of touches, but touches that left him wanting more.  Her cheek grazed his as she came close, so close he could feel her inviting nude form, the heat, smell her enticing jasmine scent. Pussy brushed his tip, the ecstasy of the feeling only surpassed by his inability to thrust into her.

‘This is what a snake does, as does the Sarpam Thullal, they paralyse their prey before striking.  The sway of their body, the stare in their eyes all combine to still their prey,’ she whispered hotly in his ear as she passed to one side of him.  It doesn't matter what type of snake, venomous for constricting, India has them both.  Now what type of snake would you like me to be?’ Veena hissed into his other ear as she turned about him.  A venomous one, but where would I apply my bite to such an inviting body,’ she added.  Perhaps here,’she hissed her lips caressing his ear tip while he tongue flicked inside his ear.  ‘Snakes probe with their tongue,’ he added, pulling away to come face to face.  ‘Or should it be here,’ Veena added, then kissed his lips.  Ridge was helpless to move, his body totally paralysed by her dance, but he could feel her kiss and her wet steaming tongue casually unseal his lips and slip inside.  ‘I prefer that location more, but there is one other location, my more direct, where my bite will have maximum effect.’

Veena lowered herself slowly down his torso, Ridge tensed for the expected sensation, his prong throbbing.

Veena lightly closed her lips about his tip, barely a light brush stroke, but he was in heavenly torment as her teeth tenderly administered her bite.  She released and returned to his face, a small curl of her lips taking a drop of milky fluid into her mouth with a satisfied smile.

‘The problem with a venomous snake is it's just one bite, what fun is that for either party.  Now a constricting snake, well that can go on for hours and hours, most enjoyable,’ Veena softly explained.

‘The feel of skin on skin,’ she continued as she raised a leg and ran in down his front, her never leaving his cock as it descended in her touch before springing back up.  ‘The caress of the tightening embrace.’  One of her legs slipping around his and contracting as she pressed herself into him, his shaft so close to penetration as his find frantically willed his body to move.  Veena pulled back, touched a hand to her pussy, then to her mouth, a heavenly smile crossing her face.  ‘You agree I see.’

Her body moved behind him, a food coming up and stroking his shaft, he absorbed in the heat of her stomach pressed to his back.  ‘Of course, a coil has to be planned and placed perfectly so the next is just as effective.  It’s vitally important to find the perfect spot on the prey, one that delivers maximum position from which to slip another coil in place then knead the to closer together,’ she hotly whispered in his ear as her toes turned his root over in their soft pads while she kneaded and pressed it.  A constrictor needs and wants total coverage so they can deliver endless torment.  Perhaps I should be saying she at this point instead of constrictor although the two terms when they apply to me are interchangeable, agent.’

Veena released her foot's coil of his cock and came back around to face him, her firm nipples pressing into his hard chest, his extended manhood pressed upright between her folds.

‘Luckily you don’t have to choose as I can deliver both in one encounter,’ Veena promised as her hands slipped about his shaft, the warmth of her secured grip serving to pulse him even more.  ‘First the constrictor.’ Intermediate tender squeezes with certain fingers worked about his shaft as his eyes closed in rapture.  He had never experienced such a technique before, he wanted to explode, but couldn’t even as the pleasure rose in his loins.  As she continued Ridge felt sharp pricks to his shaft, not painful, pleasurable, intensely so.  Mixed with her finger imitating the coils of a snake he was desperate for release.  Veena read his mind, her soft sexy voice offering the word soon.

It went on for several more minutes until Ridge was trembling before she released and moved to his back.  A final series of nail points run one after the other up the top of his shaft then down the underside.  Her last touch was all ten nails pushed into points for a second and withdrawn. 

Veena returned to face him.

‘I have not forgotten my promise, Ridge Steele,’ she smiled in a way that was not reassuring.  A finger touched his tip then went into her mouth, a satisfied smile forming.  ‘The first drop is always so sweet.  Of course that is just the beginning.  That drop will be followed by another, then another until it turns into a flow.  An orgasmic release of pleasure, but as the saying goes, it is possible to have too much of a good thing.  Eventually all that pleasure will overload your nervous system leading to well, I’m sure I don’t need to elaborate.

Veena pulled away from him, retrieved a simple white cotton caftan and slipped it on along with sandals.

‘Perhaps I should have chosen the constrictor option.  You do have a wonderful body, but in this business, the short time I’ve been involved in it sometimes you have to choose expedience over pleasure.  But in this case both of us can derive a form of pleasure from our encounter.

Veena Gopal gave him a slow tender kiss and departed.  She was halfway down the first flight of stairs when she heard his legs give out and crash him to the floor.