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.
