Grand Opening - Chapter Three

Seetha Bhatt had done what any good mother had done, she had saved her children before herself. In

this case her children were all adults, but they were still her responsibility, it was the same in any Hive,

the Silkworm Hive Queen’s first duty was to ensure the survival of the hive, even if it meant her death. 

She had loaded them with jewels and what money she had and told them to safety where they could. 

Once accomplished, she prepared herself for escape through the last hidden tunnel in the hive building.  

Seetha emerged into a small alley several streets over from the Hive complex.  Her journey through the sewer tunnel had not been a pleasant one, but at least it was dry, the water level low due to the dry season.  She pulled the hood up on her plain cloak and vanished into the crowd.  

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‘Soon you’ll have your own Hive,’ Susan Janus, Claire’s deputy director said.

‘I’m about 25-30 years too young for that,’ Claire said without looking up from the papers she was scanning.  

‘Maybe you could start a new trend.  You have all the skills required, we all do for that matter, thanks to acquisitions over the years,’ Susan said, trying to sound as diplomatic as possible.

‘I’m already running an organisation for which I’m responsible, that is more than enough for me.  Besides I wouldn’t want to be their leader or do you really mean to say, incorporate them into FORCE,  That I can tell you will never happen,’ Claire answered.

‘The thought had crossed my mind,’ Susan answered.

This time Claire did look up from her reading.  ‘I won’t be the saviour and destroyer of the Silkworms because if I follow that suggestion I would be.  This is an organisation that is almost 2500 years old, founded by and run by women all that time, fiercely independent, steeped in tradition.  They pose no real threat to us, especially given their current circumstances, but even before that.  We, as you said, have all the books, even the secret coded ones and we teach them to our trainees.  I suppose in many ways we are an offshoot of them, their skills and talents form the basis of our unique training methods.’

‘So their fate is entirely in their hands then?’ Susan smiled.

‘Well not entirely, they do need financial assistance and I see no reason not to supply that.  Esha, after all, did bring up “the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”  Who do you think the Silkworms are going to go after once they are back on their feet?,’ Claire smiled.

‘Who says you couldn’t be a Silkworm?’  Susan laughed.

‘And speaking of them, I have to dash, I have a meeting with them,’ Claire explained as she got up, hugged Susan goodbye and left with her satchel of papers.  

‘Everything is outside the door as you requested. Chou assigned his best person to watch it,’ Isa Coranado said as Claire walked along, the trainee doubling her step to keep up.

‘Excellent Isa,’  Claire said as she handed her the satchel of papers.  ‘Those are all done,’ she added, indicating the satchel.   ‘Take this as your last day with me.  In that pascel of papers is your promotion to full time agent.  Hanging around with me any longer will do you no good.  Come to my room for dinner tonight at 6 so we can talk about what to expect,’ Claire said with a smile as she stopped and held her hands wide.

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Seetha had managed to make her way from Paradip to Kohima and from there to Moreh on the Myanmar border with the town of Tamu.  She was exhausted and tired and a lot poorer having to sell items of jewellery to finance her trip.  A Hive existed in this town, a place where India meets South East Asia and the Silkworms were more heavily influenced by South Asia countries.  She knew the place well having studied here before working her way up forming her own Hive. 

 

She waited until nightfall before making her approach.  Seetha listened at the door, she heard nothing

which was unusual, nervous but desperate for a place to sleep until morning she pushed open the door.  

There was very little left inside, everything was gone, except for a few items of furniture, one of which, mercifully, was a lounge.  Seetha was in shock, she knew things were in chaos, but looking around, this was more, it felt like she had been personally violated and the more she looked around the more it told hold in her.  She felt like crying, but told herself that would do no good, it would just aid her enemies and make it easier for them to complete the destruction of the Silkworms.  Instead she busied herself making a little corner for herself to sleep and finding some food in the kitchen.  In the morning she would cross into Myanmar and move on, trying to slip into China, she told herself it would be safer there.  

In the meantime she changed her clothes,  Her Saree was dirty and ripped in a few places and in their frenzy to grab whatever of value they could the thieves had missed several wardrobes of clothes. 

‘Yes this will do nicely,’ Seetha smiled, allowing herself that luxury and feeling better about it for just a moment.  

Quiet took hold as the border town as the night progressed.  A storm swept over the town, heavy rain and lighting cut the power and everything went dark, the rain rattled off the roof creating a sound that helped put the exhausted woman to sleep.

Seetha was jolted awake sometime later, what exact time she couldn’t tell, but the electricity was still out and there was no sign of daylight.  A metal tin rattling as someone tried to open a louvered window she’d alarmed brought her to full readiness.

The Silkworm came up on the lounger, shifted over and silently listened, she heard, for the moment only

one set of feet, in heels, very high heels!  Seetha very silently but with speed began to undress, she

wanted as much freedom as possible for what was coming.  She slipped out of her shoes and

stood up.

Backing further into the darkness, ready to strike, when she saw something colourful fly through the air landing in the middle of the room, then another joined and more after that until the room was dimly lit in a myriad of gaudie neon circles.  

‘Come out, come out wherever you are Silkworm, you’ve been granted a private audience with The Strippers Guild and I brought my dancing shoes.’

More Glow Sticks were tossed about as Seetha backed further into a corner then moved about the edge of the shadows looking for a moment to attack.  

‘There you are sweetie!’ the Stripper said as she tossed a few more circles down.  ‘Now we can have some fun, well at least I can,’ she added as Seetha, still in a silhouette stepped fully into the light.  

‘Some costume, I’ll add it to my collection once you’re dead.  Stripsa!.’ she said and fired the end of her feather boa at Seetha who cartwheeled out of the way as the Stripper pulled it back about her body. 

‘That’s a neat little device, unfortunately it appears to be a little slow,’ the Silkworm smiled.  

Candy, the name of Seetha’s assassin, spun and released the boa again with her trademark Stripsa phrase.

The end clanged off of the Silkworms costume, her left breast to be specific.  Candy pulled it back about her body and remarked.  ‘Skimpie yet practical.’

‘Oh it's much more than that,’ Seetha smiled as she stepped into position and began.

The Silkworm began to sway and move the light from the glow sticks catching on the jewels in her costume and bouncing about.  Seetha swayed like a snake, her body, toned and sinuous as one, yet graceful and alluring, no motion was more than it needed to be, no stretch or contraction of her form excessive in any way, all hypnotic in there spell to transfix a watcher.  Her beauty is that of any snake's skin, dazzling in appearance and fascinating in its movement.  Seetha moved a little closer, her body turning about to give the Stripper a complete look then back to face her as she smiled.  She undulated and moved until she knew it had done its job.

‘My Cobra Sway is quite mesmerizing, Stripper.  It's actually a combination of the dance and my outfit.  The light bounces of the jewels as I dance, the pattern is extremely hypnotic to the watcher,’ Seetha smiled as she stopped and approached the stricken stripper.  ‘This outfit of yours is very practical, ease of movement for combat yet I’m sure it's just packed with extra deadly features.  Pity you can’t use them, but that would require movement.  You wear it very well, but it appears to me you may have it on backwards,’ Seetha slithered as her hands ran about the Strippers body then up to her head where a sudden thrust of her arms turned the Strippers head about 180 degrees.  The Silkworm looked at the woman for a second or two before she fell to the floor, Seetha taking the end of the boa in her hand  ‘Yes you look better this way,’ she added as the boa flashed out behind her.  It snagged its target, a Strippers Guild member.

Seetha felt the boa quivering in her hands and straining to be released, curious, she complied.  The boa

flew toward the blonde stripper and instantly coiled about her body causing the woman to toddle about on

her heels.

‘Well this is an interesting weapon and I thought a Saree Snake was innovative.  Here my dear let me steady you.  What do you call this device?’ she asked.

‘We call it A Body Bangle, ohh!’ the stripper moan.

‘Evidently, a constricting device and a fast one.  I like it but I still prefer my Saree or my scarf and of course my personal favorite constriction device, my body.  I wish we had time for that, I could use the workout, a tension reliever, but we don’t so I apologize but I must resort to more expedient methods.  These four emerald rings are each cut and shaped for a specific purpose, singly they are lovely, but that is all and while I appreciate their beauty it's their function when brought together that really excites me.  All gemstones vibrate at very low frequencies, each stone has its own unique frequency and these ones when placed a certain nerve endings send a current into the victim's body that shuts it down over a period of minutes.  I normally use these 

during sex, after we enjoy ourselves of course, you will have no such pleasure,’ Seetha said as she

placed her hands on the strippers neck.  Of course, that Body Bangle, as you call it, may do the job

before I can.  I seem to be spoiled for choice, but I’m not complaining,’ Seetha purred as she watched

the stripper.  ‘That’s it, I’m afraid you had to learn the hard way that every part of a Silkworm is a weapon

and all are deadly.’

Seetha released and the stripper fell to the floor, she smiled, but only for a second, her victory short.

‘Stripsa!’ came shouts from the shadows.  

The Silkworm tried to dance out of the way but the strippers had anticipated her motion and adjusted their boa’s.  One caught her arms, the other her ankles and were pulled taut, sweeping Seetha off her feet and to the floor.  

‘Pull her tight girls and suspend her, we don’t want to give her any advantage,’ one stripper said as she

came into view.

The writhing Silkworm was soon taut and suspended as the one who had spoken was joined by two others.

‘Remove everything girls, a Silkworm, especially a Hive Queen is far too resourceful to be allowed any

advantage, no matter how small.  Once you’ve done that, tie her hair into a tight bun and seal it in place

with Stripperific Glue.’

Seetha was stripped of her jewelry first, carefully as the Strippers did not want to trigger any hidden perils, she was then relieved of her clothes, everything placed in a bag to be taken away.  

‘All of this should fetch a pretty penny.  A profitable night all around, well for most of us.  Now for you Hive Queen,’ she said motioning to the girls who scrambled about then returned so that the three surrounded Seetha.

‘Trixie and Raven have an illuminating death in store for you Silkworm, our Glow Rings.  We use them in our acts, but as you saw earlier they also help us locate our prey, should they wish to hide, they also work another way as you're about to find out.’

The girls undid the rings at the connectors then encircled Seetha’s body and attached them again until the Silkworm was covered in glowing rings.

‘Quite the rainbow and if I follow it to the end I’m rewarded with a dead Silkworm.  Those rings only glow for so long, once the chemical reaction begins to fade, the rings shrink and shrink and shrink, well you get the idea.  Soon those rings will be tight around that ageless body of yours, squeezing and pinching together binding you in an unbreakable embrace and we'll be here to cheer them on, our orders were to not leave you alone,’ their leader explained.

Seetha was covered in dozens of Glow Rings from her wrists to her ankles, her taut body unable to even twist about as the rings faded and tightened about her.  The Strippers watched in glee, Seetha refusing to give them any satisfaction by moaning or struggling.

‘The rings are tight Silkworm, your legs have been drawn together along with your arms, now it's just a matter of you fighting with that incredible body of yours, a fight you will lose within the hour.  I can see your muscles straining, useless really, these rings are fatal and so enjoyable to watch.’

Seetha’s body was a study in sexy discipline.  She could not move at all, her hard body resisting the pull of the Glow Sticks.  She lasted beyond the hour the Stripper had allotted her, a victory before death. 

‘So still, so tight and so finished, Silkworm,’ the Stripper said as the others giggled and Seetha faded from consciousness.   

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Cara steered the Nissan Navara off the road, stopped and made her way to the passenger side door.  

‘Easy, you had a very close call.’

Seetha was sluggish but her memory was vivid, she tried to strike at Cara, missed wildly, had her arm caught by Cara, then the other.  She wrapped her legs around Cara’s waist.  The FORCE agent backed up a step and slowly pulled her from the truck.

‘You need to decide where this is going and soon, because a naked woman clinging to me at the side of the highway is going to look suspicious if someone comes by.  It's ok, there are no Strippers around here, at least I hope not I despise those tramps.  I had my fill of them back in Tamu,’ she smiled.

Seetha looked at the beautiful young woman and relaxed.  Cara gently held her as she found her feet then grabbed the blanket Seetha had kicked off in the struggle.  

‘Better put this on for now,’ she said, slipping it around her shoulders.  I have all your things in the back, including what was left at the Hive and that wicked dancing costume.  Wow that is one sexy outfit.  I also have a new saree for you, it's in the back as well.’

‘Who are you child?’ Seetha asked, finding her voice.

‘Cara Tamblyn, FORCE agent,’ she said then did something very unexpected.  Getting down on her knees, Cara bent over and touched Seetha’s feet with her hands then stood again.  ‘It is a great honour to meet you.’

The Silkworm was both surprised and touched by the gesture of respect, but she needed to know more.

‘I assume it was you who saved me and now instead of being dead I’m a prisoner of FORCE,’ she stated in a typical reserved Silkworm tone.

‘Yes to the first part of the question and no to the second part.  You are an honoured guest.  I was sent to find you and bring you to Macau, there are some Silkworms there already and more are on their way.  I don’t know totals at this time.  We are on our way to Mandalay to catch a plane to the aforementioned Macau,’ Cara explained.

‘An honoured guest of FORCE?  I suppose given all the craziness of the last week, that should not be a surprise.  Well we’d better be on our way.  I’m afraid I’m a little stiff from my encounter, would you help me get dressed,’ Seetha asked, seeing how Cara would react.

‘It would be my honour,’ she said and retrieved the box from the back.  

The Silkworm watched her move.  ‘Graceful, quick, elegant, spare.  She is beautiful and looking at that body.’ Cara was wearing a black catsuit.  ‘Firm and sexy, she would make a very good Silkworm,’ she thought.  

‘When we get to Macau I’ll help get all that Strippers Glue out of your hair if you’d like. I know how irritating it can be,’ Cara said after they had started on the road once more.

Seetha ate a power bar and had a bottle of cold water Cara had stored in a cooler in the back seat then asked how the woman had rescued her and how they had found her.

‘How we found you is a great deal of mega data, CCTV and strange transactions.  If you want the details on that you’d be best to ask someone in the IT department.  I can arrange it if you’d like, frankly it's fascinating, I mean no one really is invisible anymore, but after a while of listening to it being explained my eyes start to cross.  But they do know what they're doing because they led me right to you.  ‘You were unconscious when I made my entrance, so I knew time was in short supply, I needed to even up the odds, so..’  Cara said as she reached down her leg and pulled out a knife.

‘In one ear and out the other,’ Cara smiled looking over.  ‘That left two, so the object is to disable one or

both as quickly as possible.  They made some stupid joke about me throwing my weight around.  I knew

it was going to be fun after that.  I rushed forward before one of them had time to set, picked her up with

my shoulder and tossed her against the wall.  Second one punched me in the side, I turned around,

caught the second attempt, stretched out the arm and drove it back against mine, breaking it at the elbow. 

While she’s screaming and flapping about with one wing I returned to my first opponent knocking her for

six with a kick to the stomach that turned her over on her back.  From there I picked her up by her over

processed hair and broke her windpipe with a chop.  Executing a side walkover I came up in front of the

last one, spun a kick to her head on the broken arm side so she could not defend it, then pushed the back

of her neck against the newld edge of the lounger and broke her neck as well.  I retrieved my knife and

cut you free, carried you to the truck, went and collected everything, we left and here we are.  What?’

Cara said looking at the surprised and shocked look on Seetha’s face.  ‘I wiped the knife clean before I

cut you free.’

Seetha gave a small smirk, leaned over and kissed Cara on the cheek.  ‘You're an amazing young lady.’

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‘Good morning ladies,’ Claire said walking into one of the hotel's intimate private meeting rooms.  ‘And welcome to our three new overnight arrivals,’ she added with a smile to the new Silkworms that had joined the collective.  ‘Eleven in all so far, but I’m afraid your time at the top will be short lived,’ she added walking across the room to a far set of doors.  ‘Twelve is a magical number, twelve days of Christmas, twelve makes a dozen, Twelve represents authority, appointment and completeness and it's the number you need to have a Silkworm Hive,’ Claire said, opening the door to Seetha.  Claire immediately paid her veneration, just as Cara had done.  She made sure all the others saw it.

One by one they all came up and showed respect to Seetha.  A few knew her personally, others from

her reputation. 

‘Take as long as you want with your new Hive my queen.  We can talk whenever you are ready.  My home is your home,’ Claire said then left, closing the door behind her.  

 

Eye of the Beholder

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Eye of the Beholder

As he put the key into the door of his penthouse condo he allowed himself a moment to pause, reflect, a small smile emerging. 

‘C.O.I.L. will be pleased,’ he thought.  ‘I got the data the mission required and as a bonus eliminated two D.O.O.M. agents.’  He allowed himself a second smile, the agents in question being very sexy female operatives.

With the memory of those two agents still dancing in his mind he made his way to his office and opened his laptop, took the thumb drive containing the data he’d acquired and prepared to transmit it only to find he had no Internet connection.

‘Damm.   This condo may have a lot of advantages but bandwidth is not one of them!’ he muttered as he rummaged in one of the desk drawers for his portable hotspot card.  He was still looking when he heard a voice behind him.

‘Looking for this, Steele?’

Steele turned about quickly, there standing in the door way to his bedroom, one hand supporting her weight against the frame, her head cocked slightly and provocatively to one side. Dressed only in a towel that just covered her ample breasts and slim body it ended just below her hips, her legs crossed over at the ankles stood the woman her had sought earlier in the evening.   There in the centre of her more than ample décolletage was his Internet Card.

Well Roxanne, this is a pleasant surprise,’ he said not phased at all by the presence of the D.O.O.M. agent.

‘I won’t bother to ask you how you got in here, what’s important is you’re here.  Too bad you weren’t at home when I made my special delivery earlier this evening.  You’re two minions had to pick up the cost, plus the tip of course, but room service is so much more appealing, so I’m  glad you arranged it this way,’ he said, malice in his voice.

Roxanne remained cool and calm replying.  ‘I do you can make another special delivery, just for me, but I warn you I’m more exacting in my expectations, but I tip so much better and speaking of tip,’ she said, her eyes focusing on his swelling member as it engorged to full attention, a common effect on men when she was about.

Steele made a lunge for her, she deftly and lithely stepped aside, half ducking to avoid his enfolding arms a small laugh escaping her as she pirouetted away from another attempt and came to rest leaning on the edge of a chair her body displayed seductively once more. 

‘You’ll have to do much better than that?’ she purred. 

Steele’s face tightened in frustration as did his body.  She watched as he became more catlike in his actions, she danced and swayed just out of reach again and again her mocking laughter echoing from one failed chance to another to catch her before he finally caught just the fringe of the towel and jerked it hard back toward himself, his powerful forearms rolling her out of the covering.  Gracefully she spun out of the cocoon then stopped her back to him; she turned about and looked at him, the pose seducingly effective as a lock of her brown hair fell over one eye.  Roxanne blew him a kiss and he advanced toward her, all the while she smiled and did not move until he was just a few steps from her, suddenly she turned about, the smile growing wider on her face as he stopped just a step from her.

‘Something catch your eye?’ Roxanne smoothly said as she placed her arms behind her head and swayed slowly side to side much like a belly dancer, her magnificent orbs, firm, tense and full just slightly in motion from the movement.  She took the towel from his hand and slowly backed up, her dance never abating until she was across the room from him, her sylphlike form moving from shadow to light with the stealth of cat on the hunt, she slipped the towel back on and the trance was broken.

‘Over here darling.  Really you must be faster, if you want to catch me or did your earlier dalliances this evening drain you of your strength.  Judging from what I see I think not.  Not to worry I won’t hold it against you, we’ll just consider that practice, now for the main event,’ she said.

Steele’s mind race, he was not tired yet something had happened, just what, he couldn’t quite place, but as her searched deeper he became aware of losing control to her for the briefest of instances, or so it seemed.  She was beautiful, but nothing more so than other agents, on either side, he’d had encounters with. 

He shrugged it off and came swiftly at her only this time she disrobed herself theatrically letting the towel soar into the air.  The spy blew him a kiss as he again stopped as if frozen in place just a few steps from her, the towel cascading down from above between them where it caught on his member and hung. 

‘A Kodak moment if ever there was one,’ Roxanne said smiling then continued.  ‘You can’t seem to take your eyes off my orbs darling, don’t worry, all men have the same issue, it seems their rather hypnotic in their perfection and in the motion I add to them,’ she demurred as she watched his eyes.

‘Ah there I have you, under my spell,’ the spy said softly before stepping in close and taking his hands in hers.  ‘Feel what has you so entranced darling,’ she whispered into his ear while her hands guided the palms of his over her mounds. 

This time Steele was aware of what was happening, his mind fuzzy on the how, but clear on the effects.  ‘She’s hypnotizing me somehow.  Focus your mind Steele, concentrate on anything other than the voice, gain back control,’ he screamed to the inner recesses of his mind.

‘Now listen to me closely baby.  Keep your eyes transfixed on my cleavage, I want you to absorb every curve of my beasts, that’s right feel how they slope and rise and fall, the sweep of the tangent, map it in your mind,’ she cooed as the spy guided his hands about her incredible globes.  ‘Oh what’s that, oh yes, that feels great, you’re magic hands are doing an incredible job, their getting me so excited.‘

From some corner of his mind, he screamed at the synapses as they heard and responded to Roxanne’s honeyed voice and left him to join her.  Frustration built inside him, a wave of rage on one side and wall of longing pushing against in on the other.  He was sure he would win, his training had tackled situations like before and he’d always prevailed.

Roxanne maneuvered his hands up and over her nipples, now hard, full, erect and very sensitive.  

‘Now baby use those hands to really excite me.  Feel the resistance as you push over them, the friction against your palms, now, oh yes, toy with them between the tips of your fingers, oh my God, you’re fantastic  lover, oh no,’ she gasped directing his splayed fingers up between her nipples and then shifting them back and forth over her pinnacles. 

‘Steele tried to control his hands, he knew he could, all he had to do was stop them, it was a simple task. ‘I will stop them now!’ his mind screamed, but his hands kept going, the delight of her smooth soft skin and the Cerci voice of Roxanne dashed his willpower on the rocks.  More of his mind came over to her sugary tones.  Sweat started to form on his brow; he could feel his hands removing from his mind, his control, being magnetized to her hands, following her every lead as she guided them about.

‘I feel so ready for you,’ she said controlling his hands downward and closing them around his own massive shaft its volume pulsing with excitement.  ‘No lover keep your glaze affixed to my boobs,’ Roxanne said as slowly she pistoned his hands back and forth along his steel pole. 

‘Oh my, back to your old tricks, you devil!  Ohhh!  You haven’t lost your touch, that is so wonderful,’ she said.  ‘Feel how wet I am, I’m almost ready, just a like longer baby and I’ll be there for you,’ she said touching his tip against her pussy sending pounding electric spikes up his shaft, his body twitching in response.  ‘They feel so good in your hands I want you to touch me always like this,’ she said then instructed his hands in how she liked it while giving him several verbal commands to follow when she spoke them. 

‘Keep control Steele,’ he told himself, but his mind was slipping further down her well of dominance and now the please factor added a second front to Roxanne’s attack.  He started to feel the rising tide of joy inside him, a stirring that could and would not be quelled. 

‘You love touching me there and every time you see them you simply can’t resist, you must stop whatever you’re doing and satisfy me until I say stop.  Remember darling, your pleasure is my pleasure and I’m not satisfied fully until you are, do you understand?’ she questioned and he nodded vacantly. ‘Wonderful, let’s try a simple experiment now that your pump is primed.’

Steele was aware of his agreeing and part of him cursed himself for doing it, but he had to comply with Roxanne’s wishes, he must obey her, his mind told him.

The hypnotic spy released her hands and stepped back several paces retrieving the towel deftly as she moved then stopped and in a quick flash wrapped herself back up breaking the spell she had on him.  Instantly the glazed look in his eyes was replaced by menace, he released his hands from his spear realizing what he hand been doing.  Steele fought the feeling to continue pleasuring himself as he was close, he was unsure if this was his indulgent pleasure trying to win out or Roxanne still having residual control of him, either way he cursed himself for his weakness.  He and rushed at her, she all the while smiling until  he was just about on her, she relaxed her covering just enough to let it, with a little encouragement from her, slip off her breasts.  In an instant he stopped, the glass eyed looked returned and his hand began to stroke his obelisk.

‘Not again, so close, so near to having her and finishing he as I did the others.’  Steele instantly knew that was the wrong thought to have, his thoughts recalled the two beauties he had finished earlier, both with sexual entanglements that had been exquisite in their pleasuring for him.  He watched his hand move toward and then encircle his shaft, nothing his brain commanded could stop it and he watched in desperation as the Steele controlled by Roxanne began to stroke back and forth and massage his member, that Steele was lost in pleasure and the other Steele, the one that could do nothing, simply followed along. 

‘That’s right baby, make me cum,’ she mocked as he pulled and stroked his stem while she made noises of encouragement.  ‘AHHHHH, almost honey just a few more, oh yes, there you are, keep it going, wring every last drop from me,’ she mocked as he climaxed and jetted his fluid with forceful rage.

Steele’s mind rushed with pleasure and nothing else, he was lost to the primal urge and gladly surrendered to it, letting it fill him up. 

‘If I can just focus!’ he said to himself as the briefest of moments after the last ray of joy slipped from him and his mind cleared.  Now is the time, get control of your mind while you can and she is still shut out.  I have it, I have it,’ Steele thought as the light came back into focus and the world around him cleared again, but then he saw her tits, so perfect so…. And he was lost again.  “Noooo!’ his mind screamed as Roxanne flooded into every corner and took control again. 

The spy made a follow me motion with her finger as she turned him and then backed away some more and pulled up the towel.  For a moment he looked dazed, his eyes betraying his intent as he looked at his hand for just a second, then he came for her again and she repeated then hypnotic trap only with a little more flair.  Side stepping her assailant, she pivoted about and with a grandiose gesture flung off the towel and subdued him again with her mesmerizing spheres.

‘My mind is being eroded by all the control/release she is applying.  I find it harder and harder to resist pleasuring myself or gaining back my mind even when she gives it to me.  I’m lost to her power to control me sexually,’ Steele said.  He did not add that he liked it, but what’s left unsaid is usually more powerful that what’s said. 

His hand mechanically went to his shaft and began, not in a crude way, but just the way she had guided it when he was first under her spell.  She smiled as she watched knowing if she’d left the procedure up to him he’d only ever spill once and that was not the outcome or the end game she wanted.  ‘Who better  than to teach a male about masturbation than a female, after all we are the softer sex and we know more about their bodies and how to get them to perform than they do,’ she thought as she watched him spill again in a great stream of energy draining ghism.

This time Roxanne did not cover up but encouraged him to continue.  ‘Come on baby, you can do it, make me scream in glory.  Yesssss, that’s it around the tip, bath me in pleasure until I collapse in your arms totally spent by your vigour!’ she honeyed as she watched him do what she commanded to his python.   ‘Very impressive and so fast, I knew you were a virile lover, you make me so happy!’

Steele still knew enough to understand what she was up to, but powerless to do anything about it.  ‘She’s going to pleasure me to death, death by my own had at the command of another person.  I need to resist and break her spell,’ he thought as he watched the last drips of his seed escape and his body relax just a little.

The sexy spy moved away again and covered up once more then exposed him to her deadly commanding presence.  This time she kept him under her spell of seduction for three sessions.  When she released him, he staggered toward her, she moved and danced out of the way, ducking and cartwheeling free of his swing arms, her laugh mixing with his pants for air and awkward lunging thuds of his legs upon the floor, but she cast her spell on him once more.

‘Not again! I have nothing left to offer and she knows that, my bodies in overdrive and still I can’t stop it, I must obey her commands, I want to obey her commands and make her happy,’ she mind said overriding his own thoughts and taking control.

Exhausted he fell to his knees after the first discharge.  She smiled and lifted his head up in her hands and stepped closer so he could keep contact with her dual hypnotic knolls. 

‘That’s excellent honey, god your amazing, faster and faster, make the room spin for me, push harder and faster, oh yes, almost baby almost!’ she voiced as he did her bidding and came his body jerking and his face twisting as he did. 

‘Give her what she wants, I must, I will make her happy even if it means death for me!’ his mind told him and his body accepted it as it worked harder.  ‘I’m all hers and I want to be,’ Steele thought with his last gasp of independence. 

She did not let up, a venomously honey voice lured him like a siren song and he came again and again, his body lathered in perspiration.  She could feel his heart pounding, his body straining to keep up with her commands, still she coated him in words of praise and he stroked himself again.  This time his whole body stammered and quaked. 

‘This is it lover, together, take me over the top, pin me to the mattress with your wand and fill me with all that fantastic magic inside you!’ she screamed in mock passion.  She pulled his face into her cleavage and buried him inside then while she whispered into his ear, her soft words and softer flesh exciting him to dangerous levels. His heart beat right through her body, she smiled and shimmied just a little, giving more encouragement, not that he needed any, her trap and her words was all that was ever required but she liked to spice up the game for herself.

His heart raced then just as quickly he slowed to a stop, only for a fraction of a second, she knew, she’d been here many times before.  That flicker of an instant between a dead stop and what came next seemed like an eternity, long enough for the victory smile to pose on her lips and her eyes to light up with triumph.

He thrust forward, his hips machine gunning as he released into the air all the strength he had left, his body twisted and pounded, then convulsed as she twinned her arms about his neck until he stilled.

‘Is that all you have for me lover?’ she cooed and released her arms.  He tumbled lifeless to one side, she looking at him for a second then retreating to the bedroom to clean herself up and change.

‘Nice place,’ she said sometime later as she emerged from the bedroom.  “I think I’ll put an offer in on it.  I don’t think the previous tenant will be getting back his cleaning deposit though.’

Choices

Margaret Towns 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.  Margaret 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.  Margaret 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.

Margaret 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.’

Margaret 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 have to 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 will give us the chemical analysis we need to break your organisations latest sealer.   Now as promised, business.’

Margaret undid her dress and let it fall she stepped out of 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.  Margaret 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 intro 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.’

Margaret 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 round 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.

The spy went back to work soon he was ready to explode inside her; Margaret 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.  Margaret 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. ‘

Margaret 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.’

Carol's Afternoon

Carol moved the data she’d collected so far during her mission around inside the program of her PDA, slowly putting together the pattern of Intel she’d collected on her mission.  It had taken two weeks, days and nights of endless work to gather it all and in the end it had finally come down to something so fine and thin, namely silk.  Somehow DOOM in spite of COIL’s and other intelligence agencies best efforts had been able to still update all of their computers and data files around the world, Carol had been sent to find out how and now she had the answer.  She just finished putting together the last string of data when her cab pulled up to her hotel, a few minutes later she was inside her room uploading her findings to COIL and waiting for a response to what they wanted done next.  While she waited for the answer she showered, changed and relaxed and thought about the mission she far.

 Micro encoded binary programming embedded directly into each silk strand then woven together into the finished cloth ready for export around the world, completely innocuous.  Carol had only pieced it together, to use a pun, by night excursions into the plant and a few night excursions under silk sheets with various employees of the company.

 From there it was a simple matter to arrange to meet with the company as a prospective buyer of the material.  She insured she’d meet only the top people by explaining the size of the buy she was looking at.  Several days of negotiations had given her the time to access their systems, find the data she needed and determine who where the main people involved.   That was easily accomplished once she was able to access the personal files, the upsurge in DOOM activity when there should have been none occurred just several months after a new chief chemist came onboard along with his assistant. 

 Reza Shah was by all accounts a brilliant industrialist who for a price would and did seem to work for just about anyone who would pay him and at present that seemed to be DOOM or perhaps he was already a DOOM employee and was now just more in the forefront of things.

 “At any rate it doesn’t matter,” Carol thought.  “It’s his so called assistant that would concern me more, Amreen.”

Carol had already used her considerable alluring qualities to work Reza closer to her.  It hadn’t taken much, mostly just choices in clothes and perfume, that combination coupled with just the right professional closeness during meetings mixed with timely turns and crosses of her legs and just leaving that one button undone on her silk tops peaked his interest to more than a professional one such that he greeted her daily with a non threatening, to all who watched, hugs..

Amreen Chatterjee was another story, she watched Carol as much as she could, but in those instances when she was called away Carol was able to find and assemble all the data she needed.  On first meeting Carol saw the woman dripped a sexy menacing personality and had the body to back it up.  Every part of her seemed designed to attract and hold attention of the looker, legs that seemed to never stop climbing upward until merging into sweet hips that swayed with a Cobra’s motion when she moved.  Those same hips sloped inward, an inviting curve for a pair of arms to sweep around and close about her climb up her firm back, fingers probing her feminine muscles as they defined and displayed for your pleasure.  The front presented its own enticements, a strong flat stomach that Carol had been caught several times watching, thankfully without being discovered, beautiful round grapefruit sized breasts, firm with just the perfect amount of giggle to them as she walked gracefully about.  She was perfectly finished by her large soft brown eyes, high graceful cheek bones, sparing touches of make up, her hair, shoulder length Carol guessed because Amreen always wore it pulled back, sometimes gelled, but always in the most sexy and seductive styles. 

 “What secrets and deadly arts lye beneath that façade of professionalism,” Carol mused.

 She kept up that muse the next day during her cab ride to their offices, she’d built into her mission this final day should COIL want her to completely finish the mission, which in the back of her mind she always knew they would.  She’d disguised it around a final once over of the contractual and shipping details for her company.

 “It has been a very great pleasure dealing with you Miss Brown,” Reza said as they walked to the door of his office.

 “ I will have Amreen escort you down to the lobby,” he said as his assistant smiled and came to her feet.

 “The pleasure has been all mine,” Carol smiled as she warmly shook his hand then befitting their growing attraction a small light bee sting kiss then she was gone with Amreen.

 “That was a very quick meeting I do hope you don’t have long to wait for your flight Miss Brown,” Amreen inquired.

 “Yes, but you know I’ve been so busy with all this business I haven’t had a chance to go shopping while I’ve been here and well I think I’m in safe company when I say this, I really just work to support my clothes addiction,” Carol smiled a girlish grin as the two exchanged glances.

“No need to explain,” Amreen nodded in agreement with her own mea culpa smile.

“Well if I wasn’t so busy with all the new work you’ve given us I’d love to join you and show you around some of the best places to buy clothes in my city, but since I can’t perhaps I can be with you as an invisible guide, may a borrow a piece of paper and a pen from your portfolio,” she delighted.

 She quickly wrote the names of five or six places then handed the list over.

 “Just show the cab the list and he will know where the places are now on a more serious and I hope you don’t think me too forward Miss Brown but I must compliment you on your outfit and especially the skilful application of your make up, you are a very put together woman,” Amreen said.

 “All compliments greatly appreciated,” Carol smiled slyly back.

 “What may I know is name of that shade of lipstick you’re wearing,” Amreen asked as she moved a little closer. 

“It’s called Coral Crush,” Carol said, leaning in herself watching the reaction of the woman.

 “Good thing I applied my frosting a touch more liberally this morning,” Carol thought as she leaned to deposit her poison.  Amreen didn’t flinch and neither did Carol’s lips as they pressed softy and firmly against Amreen’s before pulling away as the doors opened. 

 “This is how to reach me should you require anything more from me,” Carol coyly said as the doors opened and she walked into the lobby.

*          *          *          *          *          *          *          *      

 “I’ve sent Miss Brown to on her way,” she said crossing the distance between them with a sexy smile and triumphant lilt in her step.

 “That took a long time I was being to think she’d taken care you?” he said with a tone of relief and slight annoyance in his voice.

She ignored his tone as she came around the back of his desk, pulled herself up on the edge in front of him and crossed her legs.  He was still prattling on until she placed a finger softly against his lips. 

“Shhhh, you need to relax and concentrate on other matters,” Amreen whispered.

His mouth opened to refute her suggestion, but her lips met his before he could get a sound out.  Amreen held his head still in her hands as her lips moved slowly and delicately about his in a soft warm wet caress.  He sensing or perhaps hoping this would lead somewhere ran one hand down her silky smooth and very edible legs slipping her shoes off just as she finished the kiss.  She fell willing into his lap with little encouragement from him. 

 “That was most welcome and excellent way of apologising for your tardiness,” he said.

 “Analysis took a little longer than I expected,” Amreen said with a smile.

 “Analysis of what?” he questioned the tone of his voice changing slightly.

“Miss Brown’s lipstick of course, her quick exiting kiss of you all but forgotten I can see, just as she had hoped, but not by me,” she offered an air of triumph in her voice.

 “I’ve been poisoned!” he said in alarm.

 “What one kiss delivered another kiss has neutralised,” she smiled nipping his with hers.

“How can you be sure you have the correct antidote,” he said his voice only slightly less clipped in distress.

“I worked off of a direct sample of her lipstick,” Amreen said before advancing the story.

“I let her seduce me into giving her information she wanted in return she gave me what I wanted and needed, a kiss.  I knew once she had the information she wanted she couldn’t pass up the opportunity kill us both.”

“I’m still confused on how you found the antidote?” he questioned now fully calm.

 'My lipstick or more accurately, my lipsticks, the base coat, a clear sealant, invisible to the eye, the overcoat, a special absorbent lipstick that traps and seals anything it comes into contact with.  Once I had the sample I transfered it to a special Litmus paper that turns colour telling me the exact make up of the trapped material,” Amreen explained.

 “If you suspected her from the start why didn’t you stop her, I could have been dead by now?” he asked the slightest note of anger slipping back into his voice.

 “If she’d killed you instantly, she never would have escaped the building alive, so she used a slow acting poison.  I kissed you with the antidote in my lipstick, she however thinks the both of us will be dead by tomorrow, giving us the advantage,” she said.

 “You are forgetting she most likely has vital information about what and how we do things!” he snapped.

“Too much information is a dangerous thing as Miss Brown will soon find out.  The intell I gave her will only lead her to her death!” Amreen purred as she began kissing his neck.

 “What have you done please tell me in full detail!” he breathed, squirming from her touch.

“I sent Miss Brown to school, dance school to be precise,” she said switching sides on his neck.

 “Dance school?” he said barely making the wording audible.

 “Run by a friend of mine, she teaches Tamil Dance and Miss Brown is about to receive one free lesson courtesy of D.O.O.M.” Amreen breathed hotly as she kissed.

 “Tamil Dance?” he questioned.

“The teacher, Ramba, is a master of Tamil dance, soft, silky, sensual, seductive, but also lethal when danced by her. Within the hour Miss Brown will show up at Ramba’s store find herself face to face with Ramba,” Amreen said as she moved to his lips for quick tongue flicking kisses while her hands undid his belt.

“And then?” he stammered, his fever for her and the description growing as he returned the favour on her by unzipping her skirt. 

 “They will fight and the dancer will use her skills to first fatigue Miss Brown and then to seize her for execution in a Tamil Dance of her choice.  Miss Brown’s body will resist of course, but its no match for Ramba’s as she will quickly find out.  She’ll pull and twist and writhe inside Ramba’s dancing death, but find no freedom, only the dancer’s deadly body wrapping itself about her in a sea of lethally exquisite flowing flesh,” she panted as her hands pulled his turgid member free while she deftly removed her skirt and wrapped herself about him in the chair. 

 He pushed up with his hips his cock throbbing as he entered her warm moist embrace, her contractions pulling him in with vivacity as he took in what Amreen had been saying his mind wild with visions of the doomed C.O.I.L. agent.  He remembered the first time he’d seen Amreen and her Masala Massage Knot in action.  He’d watched on a hidden camera she’d set up as first she seduced and then entangled the woman during sex.  One minute the two nimble women were kissing and rolling on the bed and a second later the woman was heaving her surprised form for freedom as Amreen had struck.  Both woman had wonderful bodies and as the struggle continued they became even more so.  Bathed in sweat after a short time their naked bodies, muscles rippling with cause, glowed from the encounter.  He watched as Amreen’s entire body stroked and rubbed her entangled prisoners draining its movement and allowing Amreen to draw her herself tighter and tighter around her victim.  He watched as Amreen devoured the woman over several hours until it was over and she relaxed enough to slip free of her dead opponent. 

“That my dear is how I work, sexy and silent.  I do hope you didn’t lose too much control watching us and saved at least something for me,” she said blowing a kiss into the camera.

 He had indeed pleasured himself many times during that first encounter and subsequent ones she’d filmed.  He wasn’t ashamed and he knew she wanted him to because she kept showing the encounters, besides they had had a beneficial effect.  He’d taken up Yoga and light weight training at her insistence, toning his body and increasing his fitness and flexibility level which had proven to been a lifesaver.

 ^^^

The blonde masseuse the hotel had provided almost proved his undoing, her relaxing touch courtesy of her drugged liniment. 

“C.O.I.L. sent me to rub you the wrong way,” she hissed before tilting his head to one side for a soft kiss. 

 Her back to him she walked a few paces and then undid her white smock dress, slipping free of her shoes she let the dress fall before stepping out.  Her body was cut and chiselled to a series of fine feminine points all set to perfection in a light cedar coloured tan.  He tried to raise his body up off the table; he wobbled and then fell back as she smiled. 

“A mild muscle relaxant, nothing serious, but enough to allow me free reign.  I’ve also coated my lips in the same drug, just for insurance,” she smiled before pulling him off the table to the floor.

 She didn’t take long to stitch herself to him, the small of his back braced by her raised knees, her legs crossed about his front ending with her feet pushing his chin forward.  She leaned forward, her tongue slithering out and around his soft tip in hot fire breaths.  A few more light licks and she pulled back a little, her lips parted.  He grew harder and closer until her lips felt his swelling between them, a few bathing swaths and she pulled back again knowing he couldn’t counter her touch. 

 He surged into her waiting mouth, her soft trap wrapping moistly about him in feathery pulses as he twitched helplessly.  She plunged down on his steel rod then languidly snaked her mouth back up, her toes moving into position underneath his jaw line.  She could feel the eruption brewing, his cock hammering inside her mouth as she trailed up and free his lava just behind it.

 She tensed him taut in her hold and began again her tongue and lips hotter than ever.  The C.O.I.L. agent swaddled his root in siren strokes until he came again and again her body turning her death screw a little tighter with each spill.  He knew he couldn’t escape her hold; the drug was weak but just enough to hold him, if he had not had the yoga and strength training he would have been finished by now. 

 She nuzzled and licked and washed him until finally his flaccid prong began to stiffen in her mouth, she worked his exhausted cock to hardness, but no more, in spite of serpentine skills about his pole he wouldn’t cum.  After twenty five exhausting minutes, her body washed in sweat, her hair matted and clinging, she pulled free, her chest heaving with the effort she’d expended.

 “You’re resisting baby, time for a new position,” she panted releasing him.

 Grabbing a towel she wiped herself down, reapplied her lipstick to her lips and this time her pussy as well.

 'Let’s see if you can resist two sets of lips and my body,” she cooed.

 He quickly became her prisoner again, her kisses and churning mound had him hard again she caught his tip and worked him in.

 “Now to finish you,” she smiled.

 His body felt her skill and technique of the next several hours; he came again and again, her body contracting him each time with delight until she had him.

“One more fuck will finish you baby,” she said as she swirled her hips in desperation to end it.

 He was nearly limp inside her and she was loose to the touch and drug had been exhausted ages ago.  She feverishly attacked his cock with every wile in her arsenal until finally he began to swell inside her.  She rolled him onto his side and attacked with all she had only this time he was fighting back in her knot, her short term drug worn off, exhausted she slipped and he took advantage of her mistake by jerking his cock free of her grip, splaying her legs and rolling over putting her on the floor.  He deftly reversed their positions before coming to his feet, her body now his prisoner and gyrating wildly to shake itself free.  He sealed her head softly between his legs just above his knees; he detached, straightened and crisscrossed her legs in his arms.  She snapped and kipped her beautiful body, spraying the air with droplets of her sweat until he pulled up his frame and twisted her a little, stilling her activity.

 “A reversal of fortunes my dear in my favour, your hold on me has been broken as soon you will be.  My partner insisted I take up yoga should events such as what just occurred befall me.  Your choice of execution was delightful, but as you can see flawed in the end.  Had I been a conventional male I would have been dead from your touch long ago, but my training gave me additional strength and flexibility to resist your trap.  Your frustration set me free while paradoxically imprisoning you,” he lectured.

He twisted her spine slowly as she struggled until he was ready to finish the C.O.I.L. agent as her ass swirled about his cock in a desperate attempt to draw him in.  She convulsed in mid swirl before going limp, he discarded her to the floor with a smile.

 ^^^

 Snapping back to reality at the sound of Amreen’s voice, he was even more enflamed than before, his stroke and vigour increased as he listened to her final descriptive moments of what Miss Brown’s life would be like, his excitement building with each word and upward thrust.

“Slowly over endless hours Miss Brown will danced tighter and tighter by Ramba as her constriction begins to bite.  She will feel every inch of Ramba in all her naked death as her body pours itself about, around and into the defeated woman until she is placed into position for death.  A final gyration of Ramba’s hips will snap Miss Brown’s spine and neck, killing her,” she gasped the last few words as she orgasmed as much from his doing as from her imagination of the situation the C.O.I.L. agent would soon find herself in.

 He spilled at almost the same time and for exactly the same reasons.   

 ^^^

“Yes Miss, just around this next corner and you will be in the heart of clothes shopping in Colombo, shops on both sides of the street and here is the first one, the rest are quite close by would you like me to wait while you peruse the establishments,” the cabby asked helpfully.

“No, I may be awhile and from what you told me the shops will send the items around to my hotel so I wouldn’t want to keep you from other fares,” Carol smiled, as she handed him the money for the ride and a generous tip to which he smiled back knowing the game had been played to the end. 

The spy exited the cab her 5’11” frame gracefully rising up from the car to the sidewalk, her statuesque legs grabbing the eyes of passer-by’s. 

“I have my eye open for a sunset orange saree,” she thought as she entered the first store.  “Of course I’m open to other ideas and accessories as well,” she smiled.

 Carol disappeared into her first shop glad to be out of the hot sun and the crush of the crowd.  She tried on many things, bought a few and moved on to the next shop.  The shops and indeed the buildings seemed to tumble out of the dark recesses they occupied spilling onto the sidewalk and onto the street in some places.  The COIL agent would stop and browse, looking at a few things before being whisked inside to look at ‘something of real value’ as she was told again and again and always it was true.  Crammed into the dark back of the stores or off in another room was something she fell in love with and bought. 

“Good afternoon Miss, oh don’t bother with those, I have much better quality, befitting a woman like you inside.  My name is Ramba and this is my shop, always buy from the owner, you get the best price and the hidden treasures the sales staff cannot tell you about, if you will follow me please,” she said walking into the store. 

Carol followed as they walked to what she thought was the very back of the store, the racks and piles of clothes making the isle narrower as they descended into the dimly lit establishment.  Ramba opened a door Carol could barely tell was there and motioned the woman inside.

The light switch is just on the inside wall, I keep this room dark so the colours of the Saree’s won’t fade,” Ramba said as she motioned Carol in and closed the door behind them.  The spy dodged a kick, flicked off her shoes as she flipped backward and away from Ramba landing lightly on her feet, a touch of two fingers at her hip released her skirt to the floor, the material clinging to her smooth legs for the long ride down.  Her tank top was next off in a flash discarded with toss and she was finished. 

“You dress light,” Ramba said, as she gazed upon Carol’s now nude body. 

“It always helps when one is going to be trying on clothes to be able to remove them easily or when DOOM comes calling,” Carol answered smartly.

 “How about you?” the spy retorted.

Ramba smiled and undid the pin on her shoulder holding her saree together, she pulled back the folds and stepped free, her body emerging, its fullness brisling with malice and erotic danger.  Carol scanned her body, a typical South Indian female body, the lean hard curves of her northern counterparts replaced with soft corners that were designed to deceive.  Many foolish people thought these women out of shape and slow, but the exact reverse was true.  Highly fit they could fight and move for hours with grace, speed and suppleness which she rapidly put into action.

Carol danced about on her feet then unleashed a spinning back heel kick that should have connected, followed by a side kick and then a series of punches and finally a roundhouse back fist. 

“Finding me a little difficult to hit Miss Brown?  My body has been trained from youth in Tamil dance, both the delightful and the deadly.  You will experience both in me, for I am both, a soft caressing body and a lethal form all in one package,” Ramba laughed in delight as she flashed a kick that connected with Carol’s chest sending her skittering backward. 

The COIL spy advanced as the Tamil dancer swivelled and moved in front of her, hands cupped to the back of her head as her hips rocked almost daring Carol to hit her.  The spy directly vaulted a kick outward at hip level; Ramba turned sideways caught the gorgeous gam at full extension and slide to the floor in full sideways extension herself.  Carol double chopped to the sides of Ramba’s neck only to find the swaying arms of the dancer intercepting and winding around hers.  She jerked the surprised agent to her securing a headlock on her while her body consumed the rest.  The Tamil dancer worked her motion succulently about Carol, closing her body around the woman like a soft blanket.  The COIL agent squirmed and thrashed as the two revolved about the floor.  Ramba continued to dance, every part of her body stroking Carol’s as they moved, rubs of her legs as the strained against hers, long runs of her arms, sways and churns of her hips as she worked the fight out of her prey.  Carol rolled them over and back and over again as she searched for an escape, Ramba did not have all of her and she intended to keep it that way.  The COIL agent used her height to leverage them into a position she hoped would be able to extricate her body from the DOOM agents.

“Perfectly played Miss Brown, now to work yourself free if you can,” Ramba said knowingly

Carol arched her body into a bridge and began undulating her hips slowly and meticulously against Ramba’s.  The room as hot to begin with and with the women fused in combat they both were soon glowing in moisture and heat.  Carol grunted and gasped for air to feed her muscles in the fight against Ramba’s encompassing form. 

 “You’re working awfully hard Miss Brown and yet nothing to show for it except a hot and trying body that will ultimately and intimately be mine,” Ramba mocked.

“You don’t have all of me in fact you now have even less of me,” Carol grunted through clenched teeth as she pulled one of long legs free and placed it on Ramba’s calf.

 “Two can play this game,” Carol offered as the soft soles of her foot ran up and down Ramba’s silky smooth leg. 

 The DOOM agent tried to move them to stop the action, her free leg could not get at Carol’s body, but Carol could get at hers, her escape having tilted her torso gave her another weapon, her lips and the perfect target for them, Ramba’s exposed back neck.  With the tip of her tongue Carol traced and line of fire about the woman stopping every few second to deposit a wet fiery kiss with just the slightest touch of teeth. 

“Now where is it, here or here or maybe here or perhaps, yes here it is,” Carol whisper hotly as she found one of the woman’s erogenous zones and attached her mouth to it in active service.  Ramba’s whole body gyrated in mind numbing pleasure, her free leg kicking up and down in a poor effort to defuse the overcoming pleasure.  Carol’s foot rubbed and stroked the calf of Ramba, mixing in presses of her toes in certain spots along with careful pin point swirls as she relaxed the dancer’s leg.  The COIL agent slid her foot up and down coming to rest with two toes on the side of Ramba’s Achilles tendon, a slight pinch of her toes would free her. 

Carol contracted her calf muscle, nothing, she carefully checked her position and repeated again nothing, she could not pull free.  Ramba laughed and pulled Carol’s leg free for her caught in her scarf from her Saree. 

‘Surprised Miss Brown, you thought me finished because you had my body, but I guess you didn’t know a Tamil woman’s second deadliest weapon is her Saree,” Ramba explained in delight.

All of the spy’s efforts were undone in seconds as Ramba looped her scarf around both of Carol’s ankles and seized it with her toes drew it through into a knot as she pulled her nearly limp gam free binding the COIL beauties legs together.  In command again the DOOM spy rolled them over and worked her previously useless leg in between Carols to bound ones.  Ramba applied pressure and began bowing Carol back upon herself until she was suspended in the air above her.

“Enjoying the view Miss Brown,” Ramba mocked as she applied more pressure and bent the suspended naked beauty more. 

Carol moaned and flexed her form in defiance to the woman.  The deadly dancer pulled her down more by enfolding both their sets of arms behind Carol’s back and around in front.  Ramba interwove their fingers and pressed them into the COIL agent’s neck, Carol stopped moving.

“The Spider’s Legs Miss Brown, paralysing perfection, unable to move you can now be weakened by its bite,” Ramba hissed as he free leg slowly snaked around Carol’s torso and up to her erect nipples dragging the scarf with her. 

The dancer expertly manipulated the material around Carol’s body before letting it fall free of her grip, she had the spy right where is wanted her, almost.  The DOOM agents foot slid its velvet softness about Carol’s tits, starting with gentle rubs of her firm flesh she softly padded around the base and sides before scaling the firm walls of one of the COIL agents breasts and sliding the spy’s firm responsive nipple between her caressing toes. 

Carol’s breathing shallowed very quickly as she fought her desire to orgasm under the pleasure of the seductive deadlies touch who alternated nipples to keep her at the height of stimulation. 

“The softer side of Tamil dance Miss Brown of course it gets much softer as you do,” Ramba said just as Carol caved in to her desires and came, her rapid exhales and throaty noises filling the silence. 

“Excellent Miss Brown, now to move to more vital areas,” Ramba cooed as her foot slipped up and down Carol’s stomach along the ridges of her tensed muscles.

“You’re very well toned darling but I’m just the elixir to relax those resisting sinews,” she hissed as her soft runs massaged Carol’s straining abs.

The paralysed spy was helpless to fight the stroking dance of Ramba who over an unhurried period collapsed her abs to jello.

“Now to coax you into the final position Miss Brown, the most pleasurable and of course the most effective,” she soothed.

The dancer fanned the hair on Carol’s pussy, wispping over top of it just enough to cool her enflamed mound but also to conversely flood it with desire.  The entwined spy could feel her pubic hair reaching up for the merest flash of a touch from the woman.  Ramba was in no hurry, she had her prey stilled, this was a bonus, she finally lowered her foot and connected.

“What a compliment my dear, your very wet,” she mocked.

Carol’s lips felt the full embrace of Ramba’s toes as they traced around them, the spy letting her captor know is was effective by the small moans and yearning sounds that came from her.  The Doom woman smiled as she felt Carol’s breathing get slower and slower until just before she came the dancer released the nail pressure.  The spy bucked and flexed up and down, her hips surging and pounding shaking the both of them, Carol was lost in joy as she snapped her body up and down just as Ramba desired, her final thrust forcing them to their feet.  The Tamil beauty flicked the wet scarf up with her toes took Carol’s arms behind her back and secured them there the remaining end of the fabric neatly circled several times around her chest and tied in place with a knot.

“Free of The Spider’s Legs but you can’t move, my scarf is quite wet and clingingly tight, a simple adjustment on my part will bring about a quick end to you, but what fun would that be, besides I have time for one more dance,” Ramba hissed as she slithered forward.

The Tamil dancer used the scarf to bind herself to Carol, the more she took of the woman the more slack she gave the fabric, till Carol was all consumed in her menacing body. 

“Now Miss Brown back to dance class for you, just relax and let me show you my moves.  The Swaying Cobra combines the soft coils of a snake, me along with its bite, also me. This is the sway,” Ramba said as her elastic body took Carol’s for a churning side to side and up and down, their flesh fused together in a seductive feel as the DOOM agent’s body moved Carol’s about.

“And this is the bite,” she hissed as her tongue flicker about the ear and neck of the COIL agent, its hot touch searing Carol. 

Ramba slowly started her dance while lips and tongue bedevilled Carol’s concentration to fight.  The dancer gyrated faster and faster seizing Carol in her motion she applied her bite again.  Hands, legs, hips, shoulders moved and swerved about the trapped agent, her body erotically held and helpless in the Tamil dance.  Entangled in Ramba and her sweat soaked scarf Carol struggled within the succulently soft confirms of the Tamil dancer, her lithe body searching for a way free from the lively full form of her opponent.  The DOOM dancer changed tempo and motion repeatedly drawing herself and the scarf tighter around the spy and confounding Carol’s efforts to free herself.  Ramba’s body worked a deep massage as she danced; her deadly body delivering a soft knead to her opponent.

“I prefer to soften up my opponents this way Miss Brown, sexy and seductive to the touch, deliciously tactile and totally effective.  My movements are everywhere on your body, soft dance touches that caress and control, as you give into my body I will draw you inward into my body and continue my dance as I swallow you into my coils,” Ramba slithered.

Carol slipped and twisted inside the Tamil beauty while she still could fight, Ramba let her move, it merely served to deepen the massage.  The COIL spy fought desperately to hang on as her body numbed.  Ramba slowed to languid loving pace and teased Carol with her tongue a small tracing of lips, light bee sting kisses and soft encouraging whispers drew Carol into her web.  As she swayed Ramba applied her finishing bite to Carol.  A few playful pecks and then the woman applied her full skills.  Ramba slaked her lips and tongue while her body danced its final set on the spy.  Drenched in sweat Ramba rubbed and adjusted her prey for ten minutes before stopping both her dance and the kiss, the Tamil beauty relaxed and let Carol slip to the floor in a heap. 

“I think that’s enough of me for you Miss Brown, but not my accessories,” Ramba smiled as she rose and walked over to a trunk returning seconds later with a series of connected scarves.

“A weapon of death when used by a skilled woman Miss Brown, The Tamil Wet Web, specially treated scarves tied together and then wrapped about your body.  Heat activated they cling to the victim with a sticky web like feel all the while contracting painfully around you via the micro knots at the join of the scarves.  Death can be as long as several days or as short as several minutes or somewhere in between depending on how the scarves are woven about the victim’s body,” Ramba smiled.

The DOOM agent spread out the web of tied scarves on the floor next to Carol then rolled her body across it, then wet and heat of her luscious form giving the web all the adhesion it needed to glue to her body as she was now criss crossed in the multi hued web of silk death scarves.

“I’ve chosen five hours for my trap to kill you Miss Brown, store closing time, by the final hour your back will be broken as will your neck, but not your nerve endings, you will be embraced in pain with no way to express it only a way to experience it.  Don’t move a muscle Miss Brown, although I doubt that you can my massage is most debilitating you’ll be useless for hours, or the scarves contract like a crushing python around you,” Ramba hissed with a laugh as she departed.

Carol stretched out on her back The Tamil Wet Web fused to her hot form already felt nothing of her body from the neck down.  She stared at the ceiling forever while her breathing worked the scarves tighter by the minute.  The Wet Web closed about her silently as she patiently waited for her body to regain movement.  She didn’t panic; the time gave her the chance to plan her escape, something that never would have occurred to her even six months ago.  Her epiphany, an encounter and defeat of a Poison Geisha had instilled in her the confidence she had always seemed to lack and fulfilled what COIL had seen in her when she was recruited. 

“Eight years as a courier was long enough, and less than a year as a full agent is too short, besides I owe that woman a taste of what I can do,” she thought determinedly.

Carol spent the first three hours immobile, the fourth, her body fully hers once more in constant straining motion, her body throwing itself about the floor in contortions as she looked for a way to pry herself free before she was rendered taut in the trap.  Nothing she tried worked, the web held her in a firmer and firmer embrace as the time past by until she was held tight on the floor.

Her desperate flexing form began to be bowed up as she lay on her back.  Carol skidded the palms and pads of her feet on the floor in an effort to get some purchase but all the moisture she’d expelled had made the floor much too slick for her to hold on to, Carol had entered to the fifth and last hour of the Tamil Wet Web.  In Spite of her strength Carol was no match for the web’s siren call on her body, she was arched back slowly, her body rocking and swaying in dance as she struggled.  Within twenty minutes she was supporting herself on the flats of her feet and palms the web crushing her in its silk kiss.  Over the next twenty minutes she was pushed up onto the tips of her fingers and toes, the web cinching its clutch everywhere on her as she gasped for air and her muscles corded in rebelliousness. 

“I only need a few more inches,” she moaned.

Carol caught her ankles a few seconds later; her body began to quiver in a prelude to breaking on her.  Her eyes stinging with sweat focused on the knot, her shaking hands closed around it as her nails dug in and worked the tied silks apart.  She worked four knots out and instantly felt her body unbend a little.  The integrity of the web was broken, but not Carol, she gripped the loose strands silk, wound them into her toes then pulled and turned as she worked her body free by pulling cross sections of the silk into reach of her hands and undoing them.  She worked fast, Ramba would be back any minute and she needed to be ready.

The minute the door opened Ramba reacted, but a second too late, Carol’s kidney punch connected with full fury as did the kick to the back of her legs.  Carol flew a straight leg kick into the back of the woman’s head throwing her forward and onto the mat, however before she hit the DOOM agent tucked her head and flowed into a summersault coming to her feet she turned and faced Carol. 

Ramba flashed a leg, but Carol was ready, her foot elevated and came down mid thigh on the woman, her toes pinched and locked on the muscle.  The spy’s hands rapidly attacked the surprised woman’s body with a series of pinches that deadened all they touched. 

“My Pinching Needle technique is instantly effective as you can feel or not feel at this point.  Now I think its time I applied a pinch of a different kind, one more lasting and permanent!” Carol smiled in delight.

Carol begin her task slowly and carefully about the stilled woman her lithe body covering the dancer in a snaking wrap of flesh that took away some of Ramba’s movement.  Her arms slithered and coaxed and entwined as did her legs, taking the dancer into her over time until she closed and cinched herself around the woman. 

“I’ve placed you in a Cambodian Centipede, a twisting body knot, designed for flexible women such as yourself it works by corkscrewing your body in opposite ways,” Carol offered as she turned Ramba for the first time.

Ramba felt her body becoming hers once more and fight returning to it, she danced in the knot swaying Carol with thrusting hip surges and slow hypnotic stomach rolls.  Carol’s pythonesque body responded to her movement by drawing in the slack and wrapping herself tighter to her prey.  Her coils went in deep to the dancer and stilled her over the minutes, her thighs more than a match for her opponents as they crushed against each others. 

“You are a most confining woman and a most deadly one, but you will have a difficult time holding me in your grip as I am a very slippery snake of my own!”  Ramba hissed slowly and seductively.

“And you will find me the hottest, hungriest and most huggable woman you’ve ever felt!” Carol oozed softly as her sizzling tongue began to ravage the woman’s neck.

Carol felt her opponents body respond to her caress, she kept it up swathing her victim in nips and kisses and hot tongue strokes.  The C.O.I.L. agent turned Ramba and screwed herself in deeper, her body doing its own dance as she rippled about the increasing constricted and corkscrewed woman. 

Ramba strained her body to fight the twist, her hips attacked with verve and skill about Carol’s own hips in a frenzy of distraction that Carol fought for minutes until she overcame it with and resumed her twisting and twinning of the Tamil dancer as she squirmed for freedom.

“I can feel all of your body inside mine Ramba, your hot wet skin rubbing up against mine in failed bids for freedom.  You’re hot and salty to the touch and taste,” Carol whispered sexily, as she ran her tongue along Ramba’s skin.

“Only one of us will walk off this dance floor alive, you had your chance, now it’s my turn to lead,” Carol purred as she wrenched Ramba yet again.

The enveloped woman said nothing as she strained in the charms of Carol’s body.  She renewed her effort to free herself before she was to far gone in the woman’s trap.  Carol wiggled and pulled in the slack as she constricted and turned the dancer to her demise over the next hour until a sudden twist dropped them to the floor.

“Time for a new dance my dear assassin,” Carol oozed poison as she spoke the words.

Carol bent Ramba a little more, her body swaying around her captured prey as see increased the pressure on the woman’s spine.  The dancer was grimacing in pain now constantly, her body taut and screwed to its limit.  The C.O.I.L. spy tensed her lovely ass before sharply jerking her form then relaxing a little. 

“You know what they say, one good turn deserves another,” Carol said cunningly.

The COIL spy tensed her body again, reloading her bodily spring to taut perfection about Ramba until she pulled the trigger and unleashed her body spring.  The two fused woman shuddered for several seconds then Carol loosened slowly, her body somewhat reluctant to give up its prey after so many hours.  She unwound herself, got to her feet, dressed and turned to her opponent.

 “I told you only one of us would leave this room alive my good woman.  As you can tell my body has finally managed to still your rather active form.  A temporary parallelizing, but long enough for me to finish you in something very familiar and appropriate to the surroundings,” Carol mused as she opened her purse and removed her compact and pulled a small clasp free.

“A silky death for a seller of silk, but with a twist, my silk is specially treated and coated.  As it beings its slow contraction about you it releases a nasty muscle numbing agent, even you will find its properties impossible to combat.  Its effects are temporary, but just long enough to allow the constricting silk to bind you helpless.  From there you body free of the toxin can experience the pain of its crushing embrace,” Carol cooed as she raised the woman’s legs and began winding her silk nightmare up the woman’s legs. 

When she’d done Ramba’s legs to her satisfaction she released them, rolled the woman over on her stomach and pulled her up at the knee’s into a sitting position.  The COIL agent dispensed the silk from her compact as she circled around Ramba’s upright naked body; she crossed her hands and arms over behind her back and thoroughly bound the together and against her back with more encircling runs then deposited the compact back into her purse.

“Dancing your way out of my web will be hard my stuck fly,” Carol said as she knelt down eye to eye with the DOOM spy.

Carol softly kissed the woman’s lips then smiled.  “Something sweet to remember when the silk starts to bite, oh and don’t worry I’ll close up shop on my way out,” she purred as she left the room.

The trip back to her hotel was uneventful, her packages from the day’s purchases had arrived at the front desk, she left them there and head up to suite for a much needed shower and then to the airport.  She welcomed the water as it hit her, cool and refreshing, she soaped herself in a rich rather feeling the exertions of the morning wash away as the water cleansed her succulent form, the soap swirling around and down her legs clinging to her like a desperate lover. 

She padded herself dry then powdered her body with a sweet scented concoction all over making her feel smooth and cool to the touch.  She exited and next found herself on the far side of the bedroom, before she could recover the surprised agent was somersaulted backward; her legs splayed between his two, bent at the knee around his and pushed out front.  He secured her arms and neck in a Full Nelson; his cock found her pussy and worked itself into her writhing form. 

“My Male Prey Mantis has bitten you Miss Brown and its bite is always fatal,” he triumphed.

Carol twisted slowly in the slim hope of escaping, but surrendered quickly. 

“He’s too massive to pull free of, my hips can’t surge that far forward,” she thought.

The Male Preying Mantis required the male to only be extremely well endowed.  Once the female was entangled in the simple knot and bitten she was helpless.  Ancient endurance and stamina techniques kept the male hard and active as he wore the female down and then killed her.  Carol knew she’d fallen into one of the deadliest male sexual traps possible, escape was thought to be impossible when taken and she was completely trapped, his swollen cock pulsing inside her.  

“Death is endless hours away for you Miss I hope you can endure me.”

“You’ll find me a hard woman to exhaust and a formidable fuck,” Carol defied.

“Then let us begin,” he hummed in delight.

The C.O.I.L. agent worked her hips about his cock, her walls drawing and caressing his velvet shaft as she worked to climax him.  Carol lathered her body in moisture quickly, her scent, musky and desirous as she rubbed him endlessly against her, two orgasms didn’t deter her efforts of applying her scent to him, she still worked her fevered body aggressively. 

He let her work, her gyrations not affecting his deep concentration; they served only to climax and weaken her for an easy death and to drive home the point she came again, this time he could tell he’d reached deep into her and released a wild rollercoaster of pleasure, her body rocketing on his cock as she screamed and moaned in endless joy.

Carol’s body swirled in pleasure from the orgasm, she drove her hips rhythmatically up and down his stem, as much to pull free as to wring everything from his hardness.  She regained herself after a while and attacked again, her body active and sexy in its snaking administrations as she twisted and rubbed her naked form against his.  He tilted her forward giving her more friction but less movement in the hold, Carol fell helplessly to him and twitched for several minutes in numbing ecstasy, unable to speak she gasped for each breath to prolong the pleasure. 

She became easier prey after that, her body still worked, but not nearly as effectively and each subsequent pleasing took more of her resistance away.  He fucked her again and again until Carol was limp from his trap or so he thought, a sudden surge of her hips reignited the battle.

“I told you you’d find me a hard woman to exhaust darling,” she purred

Carol swivelled and stroked his cock once more as she twisted her torso and opened a second front on him. 

“I know you’re deep in concentration or meditation, but let’s find out how deep you really are?  My lips can be rather convincing not to mention distracting instruments of pleasure,” the spy hotly breathed.

Carol knew she’d gambled, her twisted torso exposed her to being turned completely around and snapped apart at the spine, but it also exposed her to a far more dangerous weapon, his massive pillar.  Her move had opened up her hips and exposed her clitoris even more for him, but she had no choice.  The spy seared her burning lips to his skin as she began slowly; wet and moist she fevered him while he let her feel him embedded inside her. 

“Let my succulent steam melt those lips of yours.  My tongue unglue your will, my scent seep into your pores, find your being as you have seeped into me,” Carol hungered as she kissed. 

The spy kissed and nuzzled for a long time before her eyes lids fluttered then her eyes rolled back in her head and she came frantically, an overwhelming ocean of pleasure seized her swept her away in its current.  She recovered five minutes later her head barely able to raise itself level to his.

“A change of tactics Miss, Tantric sex is most effective, the draining orgasms will break your dam of strength,” he prized.

Carol could feel its effects, her body had been drained of some of its strength, his cock would see to more if she didn’t escape his twined grip on her.  She knew his technique was slow to build her to climax, but sudden and without warning when it struck, so she had time to work, her lips began again about him as his root pulsed inside her.  She worked her wiles once more, her body longing for release from him as she fought fatigue. 

“Feel me, the pleasure I give with each touch, each honeyed kiss, so sweet and delicious, you’ve stung with your venomous stinger, your injections weakening me with each pump of poison, reward yourself with the sweet nectar of my lips.  Taste me, I’m hot and salty, lathered in desperate writhing sexual spices, free your tongue and taste my defeated form, its exotic mixtures all a result of your domination.  Smell me, my saturated entangled form was rubbed you ceaselessly from the start of your encapsulation of me.  You’re bathed in my defeat, my sexual scent and my fruitless labours to escape you.  I find our mixed scents a passionate perfume to intoxicating to fight,” Carol hotly breathed as she kissed and touched him. 

Carol’s rigid body glowed hotly, her nipples enflamed and granite hard, dripped water as she worked her seduction and he worked his Tantric sex.  It took two long hours before she succumb and climax in a spasm of energy that lasted several minutes. 

“Please stop, end it,” she begged as she screamed and moaned and twitched, her body exploding in movement, her brain in colour.

The shattered spy limply tried to attack again, her reserves nearly spent she was uncoordinated and clumsy with her kisses.  She recovered after a long spell and tried again, his root still marble stiff inside her and everywhere. 

“I’ve got to relieve the pressure on my clitoris to survive longer and trick him into making a mistake,” she desperately thought.

She twisted back into the original Male Preying Mantis position, he letting her go, her body limp and nearly defeated.

“One more orgasm Miss will leave you too weak to resist the killing bite of the Male,” he laughed as he began pumping his hips slowly.

Carol caught his motion and joined, he arched her up bending her back and exposing her clitoris once more.  The spy slowly changed the motion, a few circles of her pussy accomplishing the task so that he never noticed.  She danced and slid up and down his pole, fighting her growing orgasm as she worked.  Her labia twitched and contracted as she gripped his cock in her cave of churning pleasure.  The C.O.I.L. agent tested her legs lightly then slithered them free along with her arms and forced them both to their feet. 

“My turn to play darling,” Carol hissed as she pulled in and out along the shaft of his massive prong.

She swayed and swirled and dipped her ass and hips about him for several minutes before slowly working herself free of his root and smile of satisfaction on her face as she turned around to face him. 

“You should have stayed with Tantric Sex baby, my next orgasm would have done the job, but you wanted to feel me and I suspect you really wanted to cum as you finished me.  Kinky and erotic and I really can’t blame you for wanting to end it that way, you just chose the wrong girl to try it on.  Just as you use your organ to advantage,” Carol said as she cupped and stroked his rod in the palm of her hand. 

“So do I, once you started your rocking motion I was given just enough freedom to change it to the movement I desired.  You were so intent on spilling your seed and finishing me you never even noticed.  Once I had the motion and speed I desired I began to work on freeing myself and entrapping you.  My method, a complex series of minute muscle contractions and precision strokes of your fantastic monument by my silky inviting pleasure hive, but instead of receiving the honey you desired were stung by the queen into paralysis.  The technique is called The Thai Totem because it leaves the male victim as rigid as one and provides the applicator the chance to escape or the chance to finish what her opponent couldn’t,” Carol cooed.

Carol moved her labia hypnotically as she kissed

 “My body has coiled itself about you perfectly at last, my long lethal longs wrapped powerfully around you, now to fuck you to death as only a female python can do.”

Carol rocked him slowly as she cinched her dangerous form deeper into him her muscles moving as one as she fluidly worked about him.  The spy kissed him slowly and passionately, her lips playfully dancing as her tongue flicked inside his mouth, her delight was his torment.  She smiled as he came, his convulsing form helpless to her; she adjusted him minutely to begin again.  The Female Python was an endurance hold, both for the male and the female.  The male had to endure the pressure of the female about him and her almost constant tightening of his body as well as the orgasms that weakened him. 

The female despite being the aggressor was the more vulnerable of the two; the male had many ways to escape her grip.  Because the Female Python was an endurance hold the woman had to be in top condition, if she was not, her muscles may cramp and the male would escape.  If the female rushed the knot without properly weakening the male she would actually force him free.  Finally, Carol ran the risk of becoming too moist and unable to deliver the friction needed to spill him, if that happened she’d exhaust herself and fall victim to any number of his counter holds. 

Carol carefully and sinuous worked her hips and body and was rewarded as he came again; she adjusted her coils and attacked again being rewarded a few minutes later.

 “You’re extremely easy to please, perhaps this will be shorter than I expected and you had hoped for.  Oh yes I’m aware of all the male counters you can employ, but the female of the species has her tricks too,” Carol cooed as she traced the tip of her tongue around his lips while her body contracted and watched him wince. 

Carol kissed and nuzzled, her hips kept his cock interested, its hardness lightly brushed by her lips that she magically loosened and tightened about his impaled member.  The spy pushed his face toward the mirror placing her cheek next to his. 

“Everywhere you look, you’re blanketed in me baby, my body, my naked weapon, about you in soft feminine embrace that masks the true lethality of the female form.  Our bodies our perfectly designed to kill in so many ways especially against the male of the species.  You’re ultra strong muscled body entangled within the confines of a soft female, her training and skills defeating you with technique.  I’m glad we’re naked, so much more intimate, your body feels wonderful, how does mine feel?  I watched you wince in pain as I constricted, my body likes to hug its prey,” Carol pillowed talked.

Her prisoner jerked his body over and rolled the duo about the floor, his body contorting as best it could in an effort to dislodge the female snake around him.

“The classic male response, the Prey Roll, move the female in the hope see slips,” Carol responded as they rolled.

They rolled and rolled, Carol knowing with each movement the stimulation on his prong intensified, she merely had to resist her desire to constrict him until he spilled.  He had boundless energy as he surged and pulled against her until he stopped and worked from a single spot.  With Carol on the bottom he was perfectly positioned to work on freeing himself, her deadly stimulation lessened somewhat, but he was perilously close to orgasm.  Carol closed her lips about his mouth while her labia tensed about his member, seizing it in a firm warm embrace. 
“It would appear you’re constricted on more than one level and you’re so close to orgasm, if you try and pull free you’ll cum.  Stay still baby and let me kiss and talk you into orgasm, I’m most persuasive,” she said, beginning on his lips with quick soft kisses interspersed with a sultry sweet voice.

“You’re so hard and so big, yet so trapped, you’re throbbing python wrapped in the sweetest blanket of coils, all designed to deliver pleasure and death.  Pull free if you can or drive in, I’ll loosen my grip just enough to let you feel an even deeper sweetness.  That’s perfect baby, slide in, my pleasuring touch awaits, I promise the most enjoyable caress and my sheathing cocoon  with surround and stroke you, of course you’ll be walking into the most deadly weapon in my arsenal, a snake that coils and delivers a pleasing venomous bite.  Walk in baby, sting me with your scorpion, fill me with your paralysing venom, then entangled me in something erotic, use that awesome flexibility of yours to make me helpless, my soft form yielding to your body until I’m finished, my limp form your sexual plaything.”

He spilled, Carol’s vixen voice whispering to him as he thrust into her until he was finished.  Carol’s body contracted around him carefully and methodically, her body delivering its reducing tension with delight. 

“Still trapped and even tighter than before, my body has quite a grip on you, not fatally, not yet anyway, but we have time for that.  What will you try next to free yourself, you’re too deep for A Burmese Arch, but you should surprise me, if you can, I’m sure my body has restricted and constricted yours to near immobility.  A few more orgasms baby and you’ll be buried in endless feminine death, unable to move and spun into a mixture of orgasmic nirvana and bottomless pain until you collapse inside my walls of flesh,” Carol hotly breathed.

The spy was surprised seconds later as she relaxed her grip a little and then relaxed it a little more a minute later.  Carol’s eyes began to flicker rapidly as she fought hard to maintain concentration and control. 

“Malaysian Curling Prawn Miss Brown, totally relaxing and disorienting to the female body.  My cock has bowed just a touch inside you, but just enough to deliver my pulsing massage and free me from your entwining form,” he triumphed. 

Carol struggled to remain in the here and now, if he got free she’d be his prisoner once again within his diabolically flexible form and she knew he’d never afford her a second chance of escape.  The spy’s body refused to loosen further.

“You are a most stubborn woman, or perhaps a just a woman with a most stubborn body, what is needed is a change of scenery,” he said slyly. 

Cautiously he rolled the naked beauty into a new position, her deadly form still about him and unyielding.  He smiled and let the Curling Prawn begin again to attack her.

“Now Miss Brown fight me once again if you can, you coils are slipping from around me, somewhat to my regret, your body offer delights even in death and your choice for my death was heavenly even when it became too close for comfort,” he offered.

His spell was broken during the roll for a few brief seconds, not enough to counter, but a lifetime for Carol.  She cinched her body around him again, tight as before, he moaned but managed to continue his cock stinging her in the massage instantly.  The femme fatale tried to clear her head as best she could; she had pulled her face close to his during her repositioning.  Disoriented as she was her lips fumbled against his, her kisses unable to stir him into arousal. 

“His snake is rubbing me limp; I’ve got to shift his prong before I’m too weak to offer resistance,” she thought desperately.

Carol’s legs slipped looser as her body relaxed against his, she moaned and forced her body to constrict about him again.  The lanky spy pulled tight against him, her body a coiled band of steel flesh as she surged back into place her toes inching toward his neck and an awaiting pinching paralysis.  She strained and grunted but could not reach her goal, her legs fell loose once more and her body began to tingle.  The spy tried to counter for over several hours but his cock was locked into her, its pulse emitting a kneading massaging her muscles.  Carol went numb after 3 hours, her body barely able to breath she was released a few minutes later, fell flaccid from him, her nude body prepared for death. 

“So you see Miss Brown, a man’s appendage can be quite and effective weapon against the female when employed correctly. Now to finish the job with something painful to the feminine form, The Impaled Tarantula, a body crushing knot,” he mused.

Carol was rolled on to her stomach and her body straightened, her hands placed above her head

“The hold is slow to develop Miss Brown; its intricate nature makes it so.  A woman has too many wiles to leave even one free for her to use to escape, this knot takes them all away leaving the naked helpless female impaled on the males stem subjected to a slow constriction of her form.  For a male agent it is the ultimate prize, a female entwined in the male, her body, her best weapon secured and knotted, she is left to helplessly fight her deadlier opponent in a struggle she should be controlling.  That is the fate that awaits you Miss Brown, coiled into my body,” he hissed in delight.

Carol was rolled over and upright then lowered onto his erect phallus.  He was everywhere about her, his manknot total and perfect, the years of yoga specific female training evident to her entangled body.  Her body slithered to life as his massage wore off, but she quickly realized she had almost no movement.  The spy was also alive with sexual tension, her impalement notwithstanding, his touch was erotic, his web of flesh a seldom used method of male agents and she could see he was enjoying it.  Placed so he could see her in the full length mirror The Impaled Tarantula displayed the female perfectly.

The C.O.I.L. agent sat upright on his thighs, her legs pulled upright on each side of her torso, his legs swathed around hers and lopped around the back of her head where they crossed.  Carol’s arms were trapped up there as well, her fingers secured into his toes and clenched drum tight.  Her torso was pushed forward thrusting out her tits which were erect and alive, her bubs tingling with deadly lust.  Below her splayed legs gave the perfect view of her pierced muff, his mammoth shaft holding her in place, she unable to pry up and dislodge his spindle. 

“Admirering the view,” Carol’s voice wormed matching the motions of her body.

“Yes and using the mirror to adjust you as need be, your body will not slip free this time,” as he spoke he made several small motions then kissed her on the back of her neck to which she shivered.

“The male is not without his venomous touches,” he wooed softly.

He touched her again and she fought refusal, his nuzzling further damaging her.  His hands caressed her, up her stretched and immobilized legs, taut and sexy, around her curved and tense ass, up her hard straining stomach, wet with sweat and finally cupping her firm rack.  Her resolve was monumental to his touch, his buttery strokes perfect against her alive nubile form.

“Oh, mmmmmmm, oh,” Carol exclaimed as she came.

 He let her enjoy it and then constricted just slightly, taking her in a little.

“Slowly Miss Brown slowly, I want my coils to sink in over time and for you to feel me,” he cautioned.

Carol was at a lost; the Impaled Tarantula had seemingly no escape.  She’d never be knotted by a man, his skill; technique and flexibility was every bit as deadly as hers.  He stroked her slowly, her body a delight to the touch, soft and firm at the same time and very defiant, just the way he enjoyed them.  She was also tanned a lovely light gold, her skin dancing in the flickering light as her muscles worked and her body dripped moisture.  Each rub of her tits pulled the struggling spy toward climax until she could fight her appetite no more and came in his trap.  She felt herself being tightened, his massive dong pushing, if possible deeper into her, driving her pleasure to insane heights as she squirmed uncontrollably on his spindle. 

“You resist most excellently Miss Brown, but ultimately you must always fall, The Impaled Tarantula leaves the female helpless to the males touch.  Your body is hot and getting tired, although, still a long way from weak.  When this is over I will add you to my personal list of female victories, where you will rank depends on how long you can last,” he mocked.

“As I said before, I’m a hard woman to exhaust even with this position,” she challenged.

Hopefully you’re as effective as the woman I finished last week, an older beauty, a retired W.E.B. agent, her flowing form very had to subdue, but finally she was captured in the same hold you find yourself in Miss Brown.  She was impaled and defeated, my body closing around her as she was stung repeatedly until she could no longer fight.  What chance have you against me if a woman of her talents found escape impossible,” he mocked.

Carol flexed her tethered form, his intricate knot hold her roiling form as she churned her torso in desperation, her hot moist body seething against his and her incarceration.   As water wicked of her body she painted them in warm droplets of her scent, she was far from finished. 

“Far from finished, that is the problem, he has me impaled, exposed and entwined, his body a sexual snake of penetration and constriction, two weapons deadly to the female.  He wants me to suffer, to feel every inch of him as he closes around me, while his cock pleasures me fatally in strength sapping orgasms,” her mind screamed.

He caressed her slowly, his swirling hands so effective as they worked on her, sliding over her coated body as she refused to bend to his will.  He continued to traverse her soft form, his hands running into her wet hair, his fingers trailing through it as he shaped and pulled it straight.  Carol looked into the mirror, she’d never looked more sexy or more helpless, she danced her body, as much for herself as for a means of escape.  The spy watched her body glide about his, her pelvis tilting and grinding around his root, her torso swaying spectacularly as any snake charmer, her tits jiggling slightly as she blew him a kiss. 

He worked his lips to hers, they kissed for many minutes until Carol quivered and then quaked in glory, his arms held her as she quivered and twitched in delight as she rocked on his massive steed even as he spun his body web closer about her.  When she’d recovered they resumed the fight, her body and her lips vigorous in pursuit of freedom.

“How long will you punish me, my body is wrapped in your silky threads of death and your stinger is embedded,” Carol breathed between kisses.

“A spider may let its prey dangle in the web for days before killing it.  Your body needs to be spun very tightly and slowly, besides you’re much to exciting a woman to rush.  I’m a dangerous man Miss Brown as you are finding out, my weapon is my body, just as it is for so many women, the male anatomy when applied correctly to the female can deliver a startling array fatal knots. Your body will endure until I decide to finish it,” he answered.

Carol wormed and snaked her hot nude body, his knot refusing to be moved by her feminine wiles while she was taken from one climax to another, his fatal form drawing in a little each time. Her body was still alive and active and she fought with all she had even as he reduced her.  The spy’s motions grew less and less over the hours as his death knot grew more and more.  She came again and as he reduced she became still inside is trap unable to move. 

“Pinned and stiff Miss Brown as am I,” he mocked, as he began to kissed and sweep his hands about her in caresses.

The spy, her body rippling in straining muscles from the pressure of his knot, felt herself slowly sink into his touch.  Carol came quickly and was rewarded with a constricting tweeze of his form.  Her torso bowed forward from the pressure as she moaned in a mixed voice of delight and torment.  His skill dismantled her again with ease as she wilted over a series of pleasuring sessions, each defeat pulling her body closer to death.

His head swooped low around her front, kissing her neck, Carol still had enough to respond to his kisses, she carefully kissed his cheek before sliding her tongue along the back of his neck until her chin folded around the back of his neck and clamped in place!  The enveloped female strained her upper body against the fulcrum of his neck, Carol smiled as her labia pulled up his shaft in a soft purring stroke, her down stroke slide was equally effective.  Two more strokes spilled him, his orgasm enormous and draining.

“Unlike a female your endurance is limited and massively draining to you, at best you’ll maybe be able to hold me for perhaps three orgasms, hardly seems fair since you’ve given me so many, but then again there is an argument to made for quality over quantity,” Carol hissed. 

He tried to dislodge her, but she clung like a limpet to him, her steaming tongue and wet lips only adding to his distraction as they worked on his ear and neck, each working the tumblers of the combination lock he had about her. 

“Your knot still holds me in its stubborn coils, your sexy fatal body still my master, but it appears your pythonesque grip is weakening my darling.  I have freed my sweetest and deadliest weapon and its entwinement leaves its prey stiff and helpless in the soft embrace of its convolution.  My bite is gentle but effective, I can feel your pulsing snake slithering inside the walls of my embrace, its maddening, desperate thrusting as it searches for escape from my ever shifting fondle.  Tell me baby which do you prefer, the upward or downward motion, which is more fatal to you,” Carol snaked hotly into his ear.

His being gyrated seconds later, his pillar exploding inside her, Carol clung tight swerving her hips in orgasmic aftershocks to his trapped cock as he spilled endlessly into her, his weakened body giving hers new found freedom.  Carol, her body loosed more worked her siren hips again, the movement allowing her to employ them to maximum effect.

Carol remained unhurried, she kept him hard and interested, he was tiring and would take time to build him to another climax, but with the sensual encasement of his prong and the skilful touch of a female she knew he would fall to her succulent trap eventually. 

“Two people, each with a body vice about the other, one total the other only just a small part of the other, who will emerge victorious my sweet,” Carol quietly mumbled as she stroked.

The spy worked and worked she was desperately tired and vulnerable and was unsure if she had enough left to finish him once she was free.  She could barely feel her legs and her arms not at all, that left only her lips and tongue as a weapon and given his soon to be flaccid state the tactic was highly risky, but she had no other option.

“My brushing seems to have aroused your python, perhaps my grip needs to be adjusted,” she said twisting her hips and tightening her stomach muscles allowing her labia to contract and tighten softly against his rabid cock.

Carol slowed her slinking embraced, her hips churning about they entangled prey as she kissed him slowly and flexed her form testing his hold one her, she was still much too wound into his body.  She worked her embrace further until he spilt her hips and pussy drawing on his pulsing quaking rod as his lava boiled over.  Carol worked his cock until he was drained, then tested him again, her slick body prying itself on his spindle, her hips tilting on his tip before she coursed over the edge.  She rolled backward over him, her legs twisting themselves free as she went and daringly binding about him before she rolled him over several times, her lithe body arching herself and him before her fingers locked into his toes.  Carol finessed herself into a final position, coddled his flaccid member and stilled.  He was slow to clear from the sexual fog she had shrouded him in, but when he did he responded as she had hoped.   

 “A classic mistake Miss Brown, your body is spent and numb from the positioning, your legs and arms much too weak to complete any hold you may have planned, as a result you are exposed and helpless,” he smiled.

Carol wiggled in frustration while she could, his delightful body was creeping unhurriedly around her frustrated physique, her tongue and lips wicking him madly in a desperate attempt to get him hard and distracted.  She did everything to keep him at bay as he closed his body into her until she felt him get just enough of her.  Her feet closed softly and slowly about the back of his neck, her fingers pinched his Achilles Tendons, he fell down and she rolled him over, her arched body dangling about his.

She removed her lips slowly and tantalisingly from his now semi flaccid member, her tongue curling about his stem as she did,

“Welcome to the Chrysalis darling, a trap within a trap.  My body weakened and foolish applies a knot I cannot hope to finish; the male seizes the opportunity and me and works himself into the arched victim, the female encouraging him with her struggles.  Once he’s close enough the real trap is sprung and the male is entangled by the female and stung still.  Now to execute you my helpless man with the only weapons left to me, my lips and tongue,” Carol purred.

The spy scooped up his turgid member and drew into it, her tongue washing its touch around him as he swelled.  Carol delivered her touch to his paralysed form, her deadly body slithering up and down as she drew in and out on his prong.  He was weakened quickly, her lips and tongue delivering a spreading body paralysis.  Carol rolled him over on top to support him, his body unable any longer to hold her aloft. 

“If only you could cum baby, then my spell would be broken, but you can’t, can you, the technique prevents it, you’re delicious to the touch though,” Carol offered as she nuzzled his tip and gently kissed it. 

Her tongue worked its coils and strikes while her lips ran up and down his excited shaft, he collapsed further and further until she swathed him vigorously for several minutes, her mouth a jackhammer of activity.  His eyes rolled back as she finished and held him deep in her mouth her tongue stroking calmly on his tip until she stopped and released him.

“Almost baby, but only almost,” she said.

“Exhausted Miss Brown, but victorious, at least in that encounter,” Amreen smiled from the doorway before advancing toward the woman on the floor, kicking off her sandals and removing her gauze covering as she did.

Carol raised herself to her hands and knee.

“The perfecting ending to the day and the mission,” Carol thought as she moved toward Amreen.