Deadly Curves- Plus Spy Missions

Table of Contents
Agent Cindy Krutzler
1. Contract Fulfilled
2. Double Time
3. Engagement

4. Office Help

5. One Good Turn
6. Shifting Workload
7. Teacher and Student

Roz Downing
1. A Well Coifed Spy
2. Choices

3. Hostile Takeover
4. Hostile Takeover Part 2
5. Miss Filed
6. Two for the Price of One
7. Unusual Suspect
8. Up Sized
9. Web

Tracey Hale
1. Dangerous Curves

Sharon Sharpe
1. Timing is Everything
2. Enmeshing Beetle

Contract Fulfilled

Cindy had enjoyed the mission, getting close to the businessman that acted for the COIL front operation had been a long and playful game.  True it had cost DOOM a few million in actual money to place real orders for things to cement her cover, but that was a mere trifle to all the data she had gained from her close access to him.  Money only went so far, she had assets that were worth considerably more and she’d spent them in all the right areas as their intimacy had proved. 

She was on her way to his penthouse to terminate their contract, as only a DOOM woman could, she knew what she’d find this morning having spent some nights in his place and studying his routine.

‘I’m glad to see I found you in a state of undress,’ Cindy smiled as she pecked his cheek and passed by into his suite, the scent of her perfume lingering in an enticing manner. 

‘I’m afraid I have an appointment this morning, in about an hour so I have to cancel until later tonight, but I promise to make it up to you somehow, even if it takes all night,’ she smiled coyly at the cliché. 

He smiled and stepped to her. ‘We still have an hour,’ he said nuzzling her neck. 

Cindy squirmed her neck about.  ‘You know I can’t resist when you do this,’ she gasped as her body turned about and she gave him the back of her neck while her hands busied themselves removing his towel.  She turned her head sideways and found his mouth, her tongue hotly active inside his mouth as her hands steeled his cock into a pulsating pole.  She literally walked him by his man into the bedroom.  Cindy kicked off her shoes as they kissed and she reclined, undoing the catch on her skirt and lowering its zipper.  They kissed for several minutes; Cindy’s lips always a delight, her dominance becoming more apparent with each kiss until she stopped and smiled.

‘My frosting is normal COIL man, what you’re feeling is my perfume.  My scents called ‘Inescapable’   it dulls the senses of the male,’ Cindy cooed.

The curvy spy kissed him again and explained.  ‘DOOM agent Cindy Krutzler at her service,’ she nipped his lips again slipped a leg around him and then the other.

‘Just for insurance honey, I don’t want you going anywhere,’ she soothed. 

Cindy rolled them over as she kissed him. ‘Now that the true introductions are over I can move on to completing my mission by finishing you with a personal favourite baby, Poisonous Pantyhose, only these are not tipped with poisonous micro barbs.  My hose, a series of patterned dots, each dot contains a small amount of toxin, enough dots and you die.  All I have to do is hold you and let the heat of our bodies melt the protective cover off the dots,’ she said as her sexy legs tightened about him.

‘So much skin to cover, what’s a girl to do,’ she mused as she moved her legs inside and out and around and over his naked form.

The plus spy kissed and nuzzled as she injected her poison slowly feeling him succumb over the minutes.

‘You told me I had killer legs, ironic isn’t it,’ she mused as she kissed him slower and slower as he weakened until he was still. 

Cindy relaxed and released, rose and put her skirt back on, slipped into her heels and left.

Double Time

Two against one was not normally good odds but Cindy Krutzler never cared about odds.  On the contrary, she lived for them, the longer the deadlier she became.  Her 5’10’ powerhouse size 14 body was never an impediment to her, in fact it aided her.  A sexy dresser, she was curvy in all the right places, her alluring shapely figure coupled with her chestnut just above the shoulder length coloured hair and beautiful face competed her with any other female spy for attraction. 

Tonight, she was the attraction of two male agents.  Her evening gown, a black number, was cut with a plunging neckline that barely contained her ample chest and the back equally as daring exposed her sexy hard toned shoulders while the high slit gave her legs viewing looks.  She easily attracted them both for the evening and when it came time to end the affair she skilfully used her feminine wiles to suggest a threesome that they somehow convinced themselves they’d manoeuvred her into. 

They went back to her suite for the night, Cindy teasing them all the way to build them up.  Her experience told her they would want release almost instantly once inside her place and after that a few sessions before they tried something, she would oblige them but ensure she never became a target for them to try something early.  As she predicted the door closed and there was soon a frenzy of hands at clothes until Cindy was sandwiched between them.  She had guessed correct, three pumps spilt them both.  Their dual forms gyrated against her as she kissed them back and forth and then pushed one against a wall so he couldn’t pull free.

‘One more time lovers,’ she voiced as her hips swirled encouragement to their semi hard members that quickly hardened inside her again.  ‘I need both of you to be just a little weaker before we can begin a serious workout,’ she added silently to herself.

They needed little more than that, as she had expected.  They pushed and pumped inside her, her motion adding to their lust and keeping them from dangerously slipping about her. They exploded inside her a short time later, iron bars ramming and pushing as they rocked her back and forth until they were quenched.  Cindy kissed them both and easily escaped their momentarily spend forms explaining she would be back in a second as she disappeared into the bedroom, their slaked minds not thinking to answer her.

 She re-appeared in minutes wearing a gauzy white negligee and moved to the edge of the bed, they came for her and she didn’t resist she merely depositing a kiss on each of their lips then touched her hair.

‘Paralysed boys, my clear centipede lipstick is instant, too busy thinking with the wrong head,’ she mused.

 Cindy pushed them onto the bed and infused them with her venom as she coddled them both to climax.  She took the more cautious one in her arms, smiled and held him close.

‘This is the centre of my web, my captured prey, my bed, there is no escape, my venom has stung you now all that’s left is to secure you until you die.  Oh, look baby my webbing has already started on you.  I’m afraid a spin a sticky contracting shroud, my negligee!  Once I transfer it from my body to yours you’ll be shrouded in an unbreakable adhesive net, sexy and terminal as it contracts in a crushing embrace.  Just think of me holding you darling as it works,’ she whispered.   

Cindy rolled him over and ran her legs up his, her negligee sticking in place.  She carefully and expertly disrobed her negligee from her body and spun it about his.  She rolled off the bed and he followed, his body revolving into the negligee until she was free and he covered from neck to feet in a neat package.  Cindy climbed back on the bed an inserted herself into the other and screwed him until the poison lipstick wore off. 

‘Your partner is dead, killed in my negligee what fate do you want,’ she cooed as he surfaced a little

‘You better surface from my lipstick soon before you’re too weak to move,’ Cindy said as she rotated about his stem and released him yet again. 

Cindy pulled free and cleaned herself and him before cradling him in her body from behind and kissing his neck, her hands caressing his rod.  He recovered after a bit but did nothing to stop her caress.  Cindy reclined on the bed and he with her as they kissed she jerked him to climax, his body shuddering before relaxing.  They kissed for a while then he explored her body with kisses.  Cindy knew he’d try again, this was merely play time, a fore play before action started again and she relished the game letting him do what he wanted to her confident in her abilities to turn every advantage of his into a disadvantage. 

Eventually he had recovered enough of his strength to make a move.  He worked slowly into her ass, arching and pushing as she encouraged his young hard rod.  They clamped together and kissed as he pumped.  Cindy hot and wet, her body glowing from their coupling, he caressing her orbs as she moaned and wretched her ass shooting him with joy.  The woman rotated her ass in a slow counter clockwise motion then up and down twice.  Cindy pulled free and pushed him over onto the bed.

 ‘Be thankful you orgasmed, most men don’t in The Hydra before they are incapacitated.  My grip and actions have you stiff baby and soon a permanent stiffness will over take you,’ she smiled before depositing a playful kiss on his lips and leaving him to die. 

Engagement

Huong had planned her seduction of the male DOOM agent carefully now only to find those plans gone.  Instead of having her arms around him she now found her arms in the middle of a fight with a DOOM plus agent.  Huong was fast and strong and the two nude women glowed as they fought in the humid night air.  Cindy Krutzler, size 14, held her own and gave back.

‘Zaa-sa!’ the plus spy yelled as she punched toward Huong’s stomach, she missed and Huong snapped a double kick to Cindy’s thigh and then her stomach, both connected.

‘Gee-so-sah!’ Huong said softly then snapped a kick in between Cindy’s thighs.  Cindy lunged with a kick and connected. ‘Zaa-sa!’ the thump rang off Huong’s stomach.  The DOOM woman sensed an opening and moved in.  ‘Taa-Jaa! Taa-Jaa! Taa-Jaa! Hee-jah!’ Cindy shouted as she delivered four sharp blows, one to the chest, one to the side and a double chop to the neck.  The woman followed it with an arm bar and toss of her opponent over her hips and across the floor.  Cindy dove forward and shoulder rolled, coming to a one kneed stance, one leg bent at the knee and thrust forward while her other knee supported her weight, Cindy’s hands were place slightly above and just behind the top of her head ready to strike.  She had not yet come set as Huong launched her counter, the beauty pushed off the floor with both hands and spun like a top her momentum building as her body lifted off the floor and with a final push of her hands came down upon the still adjusting body of Cindy. 

Her chance obtained the COIL agent slotted one leg over and through the stretched leg her toes finding the nerve endings on Cindy’s calf and pinching while the other did similar damage to the DOOM agents other gam.  ‘Gee-so-sah!’ and two punches found the DOOM agents side and Huong entwined her arms in hers around the back of Cindy’s neck as Huong sat on her outstretched leg.

‘Cindy you have fallen into Vietnamese Vine applied by a Vietnamese woman.  Explain predicament, first, hold simple, but deadly to touch, that is key touch, Asian woman kill by touch, not power, but you know that already.  What don’t know is knot is soft and clinging, just kind of hold plus women have difficult time with.  You flex and flex and I just cling, of course movement draw me into cling. Vine will slowly cover you, yes Cindy, even size 14 no match against me,’ Huong smiled.

The DOOM spy didn’t move, her hot body controlled and still, she was a master of Still Leaf Yoga, she would wait Huong out.  ‘Oh I will let the COIL woman have me, just enough so that she becomes drawn into my tits and a quick strike to free myself,’ Cindy thought.

Huong was tall, willowy sexy and as Cindy could feel and expert in knots.  The DOOM spy slowly tightened her ass, even this small pressure Huong reacted to, Cindy held the tense, knowing if she relaxed the COIL woman would contract.  The DOOM spy slowed her breathing to a trace to further reduce her predicament and hopefully frustrate her lethal opponent.  Huong however remained just as still, her body primed for movement which she knew would come and she would not force.

Both women watched the other closely, Huong’s eyes encouraging Cindy to move in one instant while in the next surveying the encapsulated form she had designs on terminating.  The DOOM spy could not, must not, would not move, her eyes flashed defiantly.  Cindy’s yoga controlled Huong’s body; her breathing control was perfect, too shallow for the Vine to move.

‘You can’t hold me forever,’ Cindy whispered.

‘No need to, listen DOOM woman,’ Huong answered.

A steady dripping sound came to her ear.

‘You are heating up plus woman, body dripping from effort and heat of night.  Soon Cindy body will force move as muscles cramp,’ Huong whispered back,

Cindy remained still but she was heating up, the drips off her body grew more frequent.  The DOOM lovely refused to move, her body slick and glowing, she remained still as Huong held her.  A pool formed under Cindy making the bamboo floor slick under foot.  A gleaming DOOM spy felt her knee slip, then she felt Huong react with a move of her body.  Cindy felt her arms bind tighter into Huong and the woman’s body creep in a little. The DOOM agent reacted to Huong’s contraction and moved, the bind got closer before Cindy controlled herself. 

Huong smiled, she had the DOOM agent now.  Cindy remained still for a while, but she could feel the agent now and she was hot.  Cindy quivered, her prone body unable to still itself from the touch of the woman who smiled as she fixed inward.

‘Uhhh!’ the DOOM beauty moaned as Huong released her toes and slid about Cindy’s legs and her arms securing a cup under the spy’s chin.

‘Only get more painful from here on,’ Huong whispered.

The plus spy twisted her hips to try and block Huong’s knot.  Her hips rotated as Huong’s legs snaked about her.

‘An excellent try Cindy, but you in no position, literally to generate power with you body,’ Huong teased as she stilled Cindy’s thrusting hips in her grip.

The beauty was now slowly being consumed in Huong’s Vietnamese Vine, her sylph like body about the dangerous and deadly Cindy in a cling of ever turning tightness.  A hot wet Cindy now moved every few minutes and Huong accepted her motion with glee and closed in against Cindy’s torso and her hard nipples.

‘I can’t tell if I’m positioned right, she has my head tilted back too far,’ Cindy desperately thought as they closed together. 

That thought occupied her mind for only a second longer as Cindy’s body crumpled under the knot’s pressure.  The motion activated the Vietnamese vixen as she sunk into the plus spy, her body encompassing the DOOM lovely almost totally.

‘Only part of you still free Cindy are your feet and not for long,’ Huong voice dripped.

The COIL spy was a taut spring around Cindy, she too was wet and hot, mostly from Cindy, the scent of the trapped DOOM agent very pleasing to her senses.  Huong felt the woman move just a touch, she moved as well, she knew her prey was tiring as she was moving too frequently now.

Cindy lasted another agonising 30 minutes before Huong got the last of her.  Cindy felt Huong’s toes slowly crawling up the pads of her feet until she locked her toes into Cindy’s.

‘As I said can handle all of you Cindy, your body is helpless, you can only endure the Vine as it twines itself into you with a crushing embrace,’ Huong slithered.

Cindy flexed her sculpted form, straining and pulling her arms and legs.  Huong moved with her, the soft knot doing exactly as she said it would, bending with Cindy and contracting with each movement.

‘My nipples must be placed wrong she should have been paralysed by now!’ she screamed in her mind as Huong slithered inward.

Huong pulled tighter on her opponent, Cindy was on her side writhing, her legs entangled in the COIL spy’s and still bent in the positions from when she was first trapped. 

Cindy could afford to struggle longer than most her sexy toned size allowed her that, her sculpted muscles made her more resistant than more conventional female agents to knots, but she was not impervious to them.  Every part of her dangerously lethal form tested Huong’s resolve as her body refused the woman, her corded muscles exerting their own defiant will against the ultra smooth attack of the woman.  The DOOM spy continued to squirm and willed her body to continue the struggle.

‘Just a little longer and her muscles will spasm, she’s held me far too long, she can’t endure much more,’ Cindy told herself as she moved her form one final time and then was unable to as Huong brought her still.

 ‘Now you are finished Cindy!’  Huong gleefully hissed as she pulled inward and Cindy was lost in pain.

The DOOM spy in constant torment never felt Huong undo their arms but she did hear something and then felt a stinging on either side of her neck.  ‘Gee-so-sah!’  Huong’s voice snapped.

Cindy’s arms were suddenly free but a split second before her instinctive training reaction kicked in Huong had acted again, a precise strike of her nails on both hands to certain vertebrae on Cindy’s back made the spy go stiff.  Huong undid her handiwork and rolled away from the stricken spy and came to her hands and knees.

‘An excellent defence Cindy and the only one open to you, The Gorgons Spines.  I can see why you are regarded so highly by DOOM and within our little universe, a totally blind positioning of such a delicate trap, you are to be congratulated.  You failed however as I detected your intention and countered it before I became your prisoner.  A quick neck chop to temporarily stun you and then a more lasting touch,’ the COIL agent said as she moved her nude form in a cat stretch to get the feeling back into it. 

‘Mobility won’t return for many hours Cindy, that however will be more than enough time,’ Huong said as she gracefully got to her feet and disappeared into another room. 

The DOOM spy was welded to the floor, unable to move any part of her body, she was helpless and she knew Huong would not let her recover again. 

Huong returned after about 10 minutes and bent down above her head so that Cindy could only hear her but not see her. ‘An interesting and entertaining evening Miss Krutzler, but I’m afraid as they say all good things come to an end.  Good things come to those who wait and you were certainly worth the wait Cindy.  I look forward to our next meeting and finishing what I started here tonight,’ Huong said and deposited a light kiss on Cindy’s forehead. ‘I bested you tonight, think about that as you lay here to recover,’ Huong whispered in her ear and then was gone. 

Office Help

Cindy felt a prick on the calf of her crossed leg; she reached down and pulled out a white projectile that looked like a tiny earring back with a small needle sticking out. 

‘I dressed for the occasion, my pantyhose, sheer and sexy but also woven to protect, your dart cannot penetrate my weave,’ she said tossing it away with a smile.

Cindy uncrossed her sexy legs and stood up.  ‘A nice try but I’ll be leaving now.’

As she walked by the older woman blew her a mock kiss then stepped in her way for a more substantial kiss.

‘Your lipstick is useless,’ Cindy smiled as the kiss ended.

‘Perhaps as a touching kiss, but me tell are you protected against blown kisses,’ she cooed as Cindy felt the drug in her system.

‘My lipstick has tiny sharp granules that form on the surface for only a few minutes after application.  A mock kiss and a puff of air delivered the granular poison to unprotected areas of your skin,’ she cooed.

‘I protect my assignments Cindy I haven’t survived this long by being unaware and I spotted you immediately.  Your hose are an excellent defensive style accessory, so many young agents today don’t wear them preferring bare legs, good to see I’m not alone in that matter as they are a versatile weapon which makes me wonder what other deadly devices adorn your full figured femininely fatal form,’ she smiled as she leaned against her desk.

 The DOOM lovely could not feel her body; Janice’s blown kiss contained a potent drug.

‘Let’s start by removing some of the more obvious ones carefully of course,’ Janice Stone COIL agent said.

Cindy was liberated from her earrings, bracelets, necklace, ring and broach.  Next Janice moved to her jacket, then skirt, blouse and shoes. 

‘Well that just leaves three items Miss Krutzler, I think your bra will go next,’ Janice said as one of her long nails flicked and cut through the fabric as it sprung off revealing full orbs of firm flesh.

‘They are as magnificent as I was led to believe and as deadly as I was told.  This bra, poison hooks and two nasty little pressure needles in the cups as well as these decorative but I’m sure fatal flower designs, very scratchy.  Now I think your pantyhose are next to come off.  Your calling card I believe another surprising weapon most don’t expect,’ Janice purred as her nail cut the waistband and started down the back of Cindy’s leg then around her ankle and up her front before reversing and repeating the motion to the other leg. 

‘What’s this strangulation wire built into the seams, quite a weapon and now to remove your panties and I have to say daring to wear thong style, but you have the body for it.’

‘There now naked except for one final act,’ Janice smiled as she picked up a water sprayer she used on her office plants and wetted Cindy until she was covered in tiny water droplets. 

‘There now you’re ready to die Miss Krutzler.  I’ve sprayed you with a special liquid silicon, as the bubbles burst they’ll coat you body is a clear non-breathable membrane that is slippery to the victim.  In other words, Cindy, you cannot get a grip on anything and simply slip about until you suffocate. 

Oh, and those razor-sharp nails of yours cannot cut the silicon.  Now to give you room to slide about,’ Janice said as she pushed a button on the underside of her desk and the furniture turned over and was replaced by smooth floors just like the rest of the room.

 

 ‘I trust this is enough room to slide around in?  As soon as you regain the feeling your body motion will cause you to slip to the floor and from that point on your finished Cindy,’ Janice smiled and left.

The spy was sheened in the exploding bubbles over the next several minutes and was soon on the floor sliding about helpless inside her second skin she could gain no purchased anywhere.  The more she flexed and stained the faster she moved her torment near madness as she fought for breath and escape.  Cindy knew she only had a matter of minutes, but unsure if that was enough time.  The spy chrysalis came to stop, she snapped her body and didn’t move, a second thrust she felt a tear in the membrane; she widened it with a third thrust and twist.

Cindy pulled herself inside out with the traction until she had and shed her second skin, her body heaving as she felt the air.  She wasted no time dressing quickly and escaping the room, she didn’t look anywhere near her best and she stopped on another floor and fixed herself in the bathroom.  

When she was happy she looked at her nails and smiled.

‘I must admit I had my doubts about the usefulness of this nail polish.  Her acid wash varnish saved my life, I will thank Hitomi next time I see her,’ Cindy said as she looked at the mostly dissolved pink varnish she had been wearing that morning.  

One Good Turn

The snake fell on her body giving her no chance to react before she was coated in coils; her plus body shrouded her green reptilian death.  She fought to keep her feet as the snake covered her quickly and then once she was encased it began adjusting itself while Cindy felt bands of steel closing around her. 

‘Ah I see my pet has introduced herself, he’s an especially lethal assassin as he’s been bred and trained to deliver death in multiple ways as well as resist it.  Let me explain while he adjusts you. My pet’s skin cannot be penetrated but as you can you see his tail has been genetically modified to resemble the male member in a caressing embrace he delivers unstoppable pleasure while crushing about you.’

‘No man or snake is imperious to a woman’s charms, as for the other claims, he has never met me or my arsenal,’ Cindy challenged.

‘How he does love a fighter, I will leave you two, three’s a crowd as they say,’ the COIL agent said.

Cindy was encircled in minutes, head to toe and then the snake began rubbing her in enticing motions for a long time as the spy was built to climax.  Cindy came, priming herself for insertion which happened seconds later as the tail slipped inside her slingshot bottom and worked a circular motion as its organ pushed inside her wet willing walls. 

‘Ohh your huge baby, easy relax let me work you in,’ she stroked his head and cooed and he backed off relaxing his coils.

Cindy pulled free and urged them over so she was on top.  She danced for him in the loose coils, rubbing him with her body and his organ with her pussy.  She carefully kept him out of her paradise until she was ready.  Insertion now would trap the DOOM spy in his game and Cindy only played by her rules.  She rubbed him more and he relaxed more as she slithered about. 

‘Relaxing baby, my suntan oil is quite poisonously soothing, even to you a new concoction from our labs. I know I’m not fighting fair, but this is a fight to the death after all,’ Cindy hissed.

The DOOM agent knew it would not kill him, but it was enough to relax him for a short time.  She pulled free of him and stood up and discarded her slingshot with a single motion of her arms as she snapped the straps off her shoulder and peeled it away. 

‘Not that it exposes much more skin, but I prefer naked kills,’ she slithered and lay back in his coils.

Her size 14 body was slowly covered, his wrap stimulating her to climax several times as his body flowed over her pussy.  She found his organ with one foot then the other.  Cindy rubbed with her toes and rolled it about as she stopped his motion.  She was careful with her nails, one wrong touch from a nail would end the game in a paralysing stalemate and Cindy wanted total victory.  The DOOM spy returned the favour of pleasure several times before he came back to life and slowly enveloped her again; she released his organ and worked into him. 

The constrictor slowly covered the full-figured beauty in green circles of muscle until his organ found her and Cindy teased his tip into her waiting grip, a grip every bit as deadly as his. The sexy spy smiled as her hips swayed, the snake convulsing in pleasure, to her touch.  She was getting deep in the grip of her lover, his coils turning slowly around her as she worked.  The plus spy used her body in a most enchanting motion against the snake to keep her loose and vulnerable.  Cindy was covered in coils two deep, her body hot and slick in the blanket of muscle as it turned around her.  The spy tilted her hips and opened her legs encouraging his modified tail to penetrate deeper into her.  She let a little more in then stopped him and gripped what she had in a soothing stroking motion that she knew was impossible to resist.  She worked the serpent to climax, he quivered and contracted her in joy, his body dancing about hers as she moaned in stimulation from his all-encompassing touch, but soon he relaxed his body and she could reposition herself within her weakened lovers hold.  

The plus spy wormed her body looser over the next several hours, sex and a slow effective body massage to his coils allowed her to slip herself into his coils in a way he would never escape from nor would want to.  She slipped one hand about his shaft while her other reached for her earring a crescent moon shaped object that she pushed open revealing a small indentation filled with a pink substance which she ran her finger through and applied to her lips.

Cindy worked his tail fully into her pussy, her hand stroking his member, her lips and walls sealing him inside her caressing torture as she took his entire massive organ inside her.  

‘Your mine lover,’ she purred as she swallowed him. 

The spy began to execute her trap and him, slowly.  She used her soft form to knead his muscles and her pussy to deliver orgasms and her special paralysing caress, her lips were for the end game. Cindy climaxed his massive body, his rippling mass dancing around her but unable to tighten her.  She changed her motion and position and worked away until she felt him shudder about her.  The spy pleasured him again minutes later as her body rubbed him the wrong way.

‘My walls don’t crush as yours do lover, no I’m a venomous snake, the sweetest poison is often the deadliest,’ Cindy hissed as her lipstick kissed pink death about his skin.

Shifting Workload

Cindy uncrossed her leg’s, it was a long flight to Osaka and her next assignment.  She was glad it was a simple K & K, kiss and kill in spy parlance. Normally DOOM would simply use specialised seduction agent to deliver death but he was a Senior COIL executive and this might be their only chance and she was their best weapon. 

 Cindy crossed her legs the opposite way from before and winched a little, her body was still feeling the effects of her encounter with Claire Baxter although she managed a smile at the result. The COIL agent had surprised her inside her hotel room.  Caught, the DOOM agent quickly found out Miss Baxter’s reputation was well deserved and the COIL agent found out Cindy was a hard woman to break.  THE DOOM deadly survived more than 5 hours, she should have been dead after 3, but her talent kept her alive as she waited for her opponent to make a mistake as she knew she would.  When it came, Cindy struck and induced a temporary paralysis with a pinch of her toes.  The spy quickly chose her means of execution, a pair of her special pantyhose.

 ‘Sheer and transparent Miss Baxter but they have a duplicitous purpose, when placed against the skin they adhere instantly, then slowly, body heat causes them to begin contracting,’ she remembered saying before encircling the woman’s nude body in her trap and leaving her to die.

‘My lethal legs at their best,’ she smiled.

She managed the rest of the flight in the knowledge that she killed COIL’s best agent.  She arrived at the DOOM safe house and unpacked, stripped and fell into a stretching routine to keep her body supple and rid it of the last vestiges of Claire Baxter.  She finished, showered, her body back to normal thanks to the stretching.

Her cover was an office temp and she did it well, getting close would be hard, but just close enough would be easier and with her looks and a well-placed turn of her heel now and then she got closer and put her revised plan into action.

The next day the spy while passing out papers at a meeting inadvertently let her ankle brush lightly against the exposed skin just above his pants leg, she finished her temp work that day and him. 

‘Confirmed reports, of course, my poisonous hose need just a touch to inject their deadly toxin,’ she said into her cell phone with a smile later that night to her HQ.  ‘I’ll leave in the morning for my next mission,’ she said ending the conversation and going to bed.

***

The maids let themselves in while the spy took a shower.  They quickly and silently moved furniture then stripped off their clothes.  They were Precious Pearl Assassins, larger women from the pearl diving region of Japan, they were slow to tire and hard to escape.  Cindy stepped out of the shower and dried and sensed danger a second too late as she exited the room.  She was attacked high and low with a few kicks and punches before being felled to the soft carpet and their awaiting bodies.  Cindy struggled valiantly for over an hour before the women caught her.  Their bodies closed and locked and rolled the DOOM spy into The Suffocating Sponge.

Cindy’s face was pressed firmly into the muff of one of the women while the rest of her was knotted into the women’s bodies.  Unable to move, she flexed her body, her lips and tongue pried open the woman’s paradise.  She knew these women where almost impossible to climax orally but she had to try.  The women clung and contracted as she fought.  Cindy rocked her tense ass, she knew she was motion knotted, the more she moved the deeper the knot took her, but she had no choice. 

A pair of legs slipped inside her thighs and onto her mound, she stopped moving her body to avoid insertion. The DOOM lovely knew penetration meant death to the trapped prey, climaxes would weaken her and her motion would drive her deeper into the Sponge.   She kissed the lips of her killer’s mound for the next few minutes fighting the urge to move, until relived she pulled her head free.  As the woman glazed over her partner took control arching Cindy into a Death Clam.

‘Your partners drugged, a pill I placed under my tongue when I sensed danger earlier,’ Cindy said as she writhed.

‘Only need one of us to kill you plus-san, one of us sent as spare, I-see-sah!’ the woman yelled.

Cindy did not move, her body easily resisted the nerve snap of the woman.  The Pearl Assassin reached back with her hands and cupped Cindy’s chin.  The DOOM spy fought the pull down for a long time, but the assassin had her positioned perfectly.  The DOOM deadly was pulled level with the woman, a kiss on the cheek announcing her arrival. 

 ‘Now plus-san, your body is stiff, see you if can resist nerve snaps now.  Ki-Ha!’ the woman whispered in her ear.  ‘Excellent, not even plus body can withstand.  Gee-So,’ the woman whisper and snapped adding a twisting of her form during the snap.  Cindy’s body quivered as she reacted to the nerve snap.  The Precious Pearl woman drew the DOOM agent deeper as Cindy struggled.  ‘Death Clam has you plus-san; soon I will close and kill you.  Yee-go-sah!’

Cindy convulsed and grunted, her body fighting to keep its elasticity from the nerve numbing snaps.  She unbowed her body and defiantly kissed her opponent on the cheek.  ‘I’m harder to kill than you know.  Zha-Rah!’ Cindy whispered in the woman’s ear and snapped her body.  The DOOM agent gratefully felt her body relax.  Emboldened the spy rocked her body and delivered another small snap that gave her more relief.

‘Plus-san close to escape, but think again. Kee-fa!!!’ the assassin screamed.

‘I couldn’t have said it better,’ Cindy said as she got to her feet.  ‘Sometimes the best way to escape a trap is to let your opponent do it for you.  I never intended to escape, just reposition us and let you do the final execution.

‘Now I think I need another shower,’ Cindy said leaving her victim. 

Teacher and Student

Dressed to show her curves, she had on a white skirt cut at the knee when she sat as now it pulled up just enough to give a glimpse of a smooth hard tanned thigh, below her crossed legs spoke volumes.  Her sea green top displayed her ample cleavage.  Her light make-up merely gilded the lily.  She waited for the class to empty and he to be within her line of sight before she stood up and gave him a look at her.  He was wearing a simple cloth about his waist; she pretended not to notice it moving as he came forward.  She could feel the crackle of sexual electricity from him as he got nearer, she still had the magic.

Cindy explained her situation to him.  Her cover story was that of a young rich widow who wanted to take private yoga lessons to improve her body all the while gathering Intel for DOOM on the various skills he had taught to their adversaries and then eliminating him. She walked pasted him into the studio.

‘You’ve seen the front, now for the back,’ she thought as she gave him a look at her ass, calves and haltered back, her look drew him close behind her like a fly into a web.

‘I’m especially keen to learn a few of what I’ve heard are more specialized forms of yoga for a woman of my physique,’ she said softly to him in the privacy of the studio her arms working about his waist feeling his smooth strong muscles, he returning the gesture to her.

‘I know of no such styles, yoga is yoga,’ he said not flinching from her touch. 

Cindy ran her arms up his chest and around his neck again he didn’t try to pull away, Cindy was sure given his body, handsome looks and reputation he had had his share of trysts.

‘Pity I had heard different, perhaps you’re not the teacher for me after all,’ she softly said with a touch of her lips to his before she undid her arms, tucked her clutch under one arm and prepared to leave.

‘Perhaps I misspoke,’ he said after she’d taken a few steps.  Cindy stopped and waited, she would make him come to her, she had a small advantage and aimed to increase it.  He pressed into her back, his arms about her waist.  ‘What styles had you heard about?’ he asked as his hands felt her body.

Cindy put her hands above her head to facilitate the feel for him when he had finished she turned about and replaced her arms about his neck and delivered a soft kiss, she had passed.

‘Perhaps Reticulated Yoga or Vase Figure or Stretching Widow Yoga,’ she said with a kiss after each one.

He cupped under her thigh, just above the knee and slowly pulled her leg up the side of her body, his hand sliding down her firm full calves in a slow twisting motion until his hand closed on the heel of her pump and slowly pulled her leg vertical, Cindy’s skirt sliding down her one leg while simultaneously riding up her other.  He pulled it perpendicular to her body and then back across her shoulders before he started circling her.  Cindy rose on the front of her grounded pump and let him pull her around in a circle.  When he released Cindy laid her sexy appendage softly on his shoulder and arched back, hands over head and caught her ankle, held it for a minute the slowly rose slipped her arms about his neck and gently raised and lowered her leg back to the floor,

‘You are very impressive, extreme flexibility and balance and a perfectly symmetrical body.  All those would be excellent for you with along several others.  One is Plentiful Figure and the other Curved Corner, both ancient forms created and designed by South Indian women,’ he said.  ‘Are you at all acrobatic Miss?

‘Cindy Krutzler and yes,’ she said executing a walkover both front and back and then a front one which she held in front of him then came to her feet and gave him a small peck. 

‘We can start tomorrow at 6pm,’ he said.

‘Excellent,’ she said and kissed him softly.

Every fibre of her body had resisted the urge to finish him in one of the many ways she could have.  

She left him wanting her; she knew it, an advantage to be played when the time arrived. 

Cindy returned to her rented bungalow and reported in to DOOM that she had been successful in establishing her cover.  Why she had to state the obvious was beyond her, but she dutifully played along in the role as the obedient agent.

‘Other agents have got this far as well only to meet their Waterloo during the next phase of the operation,’ her superior said, a small weasel-like man Cindy detested, as much for his looks and mannerisms as for the fact he was a man overseeing woman’s operations.  She was always left with the impression he either didn’t or wouldn’t understand how good she and her DOOM female operatives were, but as stated she played along and explained in the interest of unit harmony and more importantly she told herself. ‘He does assign the missions.’

‘I understand that that from having read the previous failed attempts,’ she said trying to sound like a team player and not condescending.  ‘But what they failed to do I took care of,’ she said smiling into the computer screen of her laptop. 

She waited in silence refusing to explain until he asked her to, a small thing, but Cindy liked to command the advantage, especially when it involved this little man, finally it came.

‘And what is that Agent Krutzler?’ he exasperated.

‘My little audition for him to prove my worthiness as a student accomplished two things beyond the apparent.  First it allowed me gauge, well let’s just call it, his level of personal interest in me, which I can report is very personal and second, my interview gave me the opportunity to cover the room in small micro camera’s I launched into place through the heels of my shoes.  Here is the uplink feed so you can observe the rest of the mission and I observe him and study him so no surprises come my way,’ she said with a victorious smile.

‘Excellent work Miss Krutzler,’ he said curtly and terminated the transmission.

‘Boy I’m pumped now, please no more praise I’ll get a swelled head,’ Cindy derisively said and hit the termination button on the screen a little harder than she should have. 

Cindy opened the link at observed the various camera angles she had of the room, 12 in all.  Powered by tiny isotopes the ingenious cameras provided near HD quality and excellent sound, when the isotopes finally degraded after a weeks’ worth of usefulness, the resulting reaction caused them to disintegrate and vanish leaving no trace.

The spy entered some key words in a voice recognition program designed to flag them for review and several video searches for smaller class of 1 to 3 women.  ‘Any training of COIL of other agents will be done in classes of that size,’ she told herself as she left her laptop to do its job while she went to pamper her body with a bath. 

Later thru and day and all the rest of the next yielded no evidence of enemy agents, but the key word voice program did reveal that her cover was not as convincing as she thought.  A snippet of a cell phone call revealed the truth.

‘Yes, she is a full-figured woman and yes extremely agile, yes I will see to it.’

Cindy checked her email and sure enough as she suspected a message from her superior to contact him immediately before proceeding.  She may have been a bit of a maverick but she was not foolish enough to cross DOOM or any of its management minions, as she called them.  She connected the video conference link and smiled her best, not to worry look.

‘It seems you’re not as convincing as you think Agent Krutzler,’ he snapped getting right into the fray.

‘So it would appear,’ she surrendered the obvious but not without a bite back of her own.  ‘I would however point out that the cover story was approved by your office and thus by you personally, I had no say in the matter.  If I had, I would have rejected it, I work best when I trust my instincts and invent as I go along.  Had we followed what I felt was best I would have eliminated him last night, goodness knows I had more than enough chances,’ she stated not allowing the interrupt her before she got her piece in. 

 ‘That will do, despite your ruse being less than what we had expected you are ordered to continue with the mission as it was conceived and do not deviate from the plan, is that understood Agent Krutzler?’

‘Perfectly,’ she said terminating the link.

              *              *              *         

            

‘I think neither of us need to faint modesty, after all our first meeting seem to establish we do not hold inhibitions, besides I find they just get in way of what both parties really desire,’ the DOOM agent voiced in a silky-smooth voice matching the gesture of the removal of her caftan.

He followed suit, his ample member flaccid, she knew that would not last forever if she had anything to do with it and she aimed to.  It gave them their first real look at each other and neither was bowled over by the other, it was as each expected.  Cindy, however set about scanning and cataloguing him for chinks in his armour and points of exploitation a skill she was rather adapt at. 

‘Watch me in the mirror and move as I do,’ he said and they began.

Cindy fluidly followed his lead but carefully kept herself just out of reach.  When she did require close correction, she kept him distracted with her wiles, her lips whispering hotly into his ear while her snaking tongue probed and touched Cindy noting his tactile points and moving on.  She released him from her spell, noting he was granite hard.

‘He’s very aroused and an aroused male is vulnerable to subtle questioning when placed in the right position and stimulated.’

The plus lovely made a small mistake to lure him in and he took the bait.  The perfume she’d sprayed in her tresses held him for the seconds she needed.  She had foolishly exposed her ass to his wand and he aimed to finish her.  He slid against her smooth back, his cock rubbing and straightening out for the thrust to impale her and hold her.  Suddenly she fell, her ass catching his rod in her cheeks as she rested on her tucked under legs.  Cindy tensed her ass and held his encased prong as she turned and applied her lips to his.

Cindy contracted and stroked, she kept him on the edge, but Cumming him was not in the plans.  ‘A spent male can again focus and I have no intention of being in his gaze.  Keeping him entranced and begging for release will fulfil my need for Intel, one final step, ‘she thought, as her hands reached for his and caught them.

Cindy felt him push for insertion and alternately pull for release, but her soft steel embrace was firmly embracing his struggling obelisk.  Held firm in place in her crack unable to move Cindy kissed fire into him as her cheeks turned and churned his throbbing dong.  Her scent, her touch, her words gave her information without him realising it; her web was spun so perfectly about him he was lost in the silk of her. 

The DOOM woman collected her data for the evening with a final kiss then relaxed just enough to slide him about, her soft clinging envelopment still more than capable of denying him entry and easily proficient at spilling him.

‘One final swirl and.. .’ she said to herself, then twisted around the side of him and out of the way of his juice stream.  She grabbed her caftan and left, he was convulsing as she departed, round one to her.

                                                                  ***

Cindy could feel his urgency and his aggression the minute she entered the studio, just the effect she’d knew she’d have.  The seductress smiled inside, she’d debated about what outfit to wear and in the end, she now knew the correct choice had been made.  The royal purple sari set her off perfectly, blonde hair and blue eyes dazzled as much as the dress, the most feminine garment possible, Cindy as well as countless women down thru time realised it was irresistible to the male and a powerful weapon of desire and distraction.  The dress alone was enough to drive him into her arms, but that was not her desire, sexual frustration was, for him at any rate.  The DOOM deadly knew as well as he did that tonight would be their final session, for one of them, so she’d added yet another layer of sex to their encounter, her accoutrements.  Multiple bracelets of varying thickness and materials adorned each arm, a pin shaped as a spider and encrusted with gemstones of various hues held in sari in together at her left shoulder.  Add to the mix a pair of earrings, shoes and the package was more than disarming.

‘And without a doubt deadly,’ he thought. 

Cindy knew he would have to free her from her garment and accessories to finish her, leaving her with anything that was a weapon or could be was just too dangerous.

‘But relieving me of them will prove just as dangerous,’ she though as he moved close to her.

He carefully removed her spider pin, a delicate task given its tendency to bite if touched wrong.  His successful removal was also a failure as Cindy moved just enough to let the falling fabric catch on his erect penis.  Next came her earrings and after than her bracelets but not before she tried to slip him into her arms, her arms deflected at the last second and her jewellery removed and dropped to the floor out of harm’s way.  He pulled her into the middle of the room and out of her shoes, her final garment except for the sari which still was folded into his raised stem.  The DOOM agent made no attempt to stop him disrobing her except for a kiss here and there for encouragement.  Cindy’s splendid body emerged and in no time, she was free of her garment and he in her arms as she deepened his hunger for her as her arms slipped from his neck then trailing softly down his hard chest, the tips of her nails creating sparks between them until her hand closed around his massive prong and she turn the soft silk of her long forgotten sari about it.

‘Perhaps we should postpone the lesson until after,’ she whispered hotly into his ear just as he came.

The spy let his pleasure take its course then slowly pulled the fabric free and watched him shiver as she moved in and hugged him. 

My sari master, I sprayed it with a special synthetic aphrodisiac to breakdown your wilful defenses and leave you more or less in a super aroused and disoriented state for me to extract more Intel,’ she purred.

Cindy softly guided his body to the floor and on his back where she stepped over his body, her ass facing his head.  Lowering herself she placed his hard wand between her firm breasts while her arms immobilized his legs and her nails ensured stillness as they pinched specific nerve endings.

‘There your lower half is mine now for the top half,’ she said and went to work.

Her lethal legs took care of his arms and as she finished the soft pads of her feet rested at the back of his head.

‘My knot is called The Caressing Box, she offered and began.

The DOOM spy stimulated his rod in her caress, his body fighting her as he tried to escape from her sexy trap.  Cindy delighted in the struggle, she knew she had him in her grip and soon she would have answers in her grasp.  The lethal lovely felt him still, then thrust, a jet of gizsom escaping him as he thrust in her body.

‘Wonderful baby, a few more explosions like that and you’ll too weak to resist anything,’ she offered.

Cindy stroked his rock-hard prong in her firm soft unrelenting cavern of pleasure.  Her firm mountains delivering stimulation to his excited member and spending him four more times until she began to question and extract information from his defeated form.  She climaxed him again, no more cum was released, just the body shaking torture of her tits against his cock and her questions.  The spy twisted her tits around his pole, her dance stimulating him from all angles as she worked until she had all the data she and DOOM could ever use.

The plus beauty lowered her ass and loosened until his face was sealed, her feet holding his head firmly against her cheeks.  Cindy tensed and drew him in and sealed them together his struggle was weak and futile.  She finished him and relaxed releasing his dead form.

‘Lesson over baby,’ she purred as she dressed and left. 

A Well Coifed Spy

Roz kissed him again then embraced him holding him tight in her arms before releasing  and pushing him back against the arm of the sofa.  She uncrossed her legs and got up walked over to an opposite wing back chair and sat down crossing her sexy lethal legs and leaning forward smiling.

‘What’s matter honey bee, you don’t seem interested in me or is it you’ve had a little too much.  I’m told I can be rather stimulating.  What could be bothering you, let me see if I can figure it out as you don’t seem in a very talkative mood.  I prepared very carefully for our date I agonised over every choice, ah, perhaps that’s where the problem is,’ she smiled.  ‘I need to go over what I did to bring you to this state.

‘Let’s see?’ she began.  ‘After you called I of course wanted to make a good impression, I mean you’re so handsome so a little pampering was in order to ensure I was at my best after all you deserve my best.   I poured myself a bath,’ Roz said in a recalling voice was she began. 

‘I like the water a fixed temperature for several reasons, skin conditioning being the optimal, all girls want smooth perfectly coloured skin, but for a COIL girl, it’s a requirement, the skin of course but most importantly the temperature of the water.  Once the water was the right depth and heat I could begin to prepare.

I thought about and seriously considered using bath beads, COIL issue of course,’ she said and then paused looking at him. ‘Yes honey bee I’m a COIL agent and you’ve been stung.  As I said I considered bath beads but they require intimate contact and I wasn’t sure we would get there, not that I wouldn’t have minded, but I wanted something more guaranteed.  Of course, that led me to my next choice, bubble bath.  I immerse myself in the bubbles then exit the water, the bubbles cling to every part of me from the tip of my neck down.  Slowly they start to breakdown and dissolve forming an invisible firm on my body quite effective with the slightest touch, but then I had decided on this dress, not much in the way of skin to skin, only my hands and well you being a TRIDENT agent, you may have been wearing a nasty skin sealer that would render my plan inert, so I decided on just a bath, I’d have to find another way.

 ‘I noticed you kept my hands away from your neck, a wise precaution, I have a reputation for scratching I’m sure you were warned about and you did the right thing to because I had spent a considerable amount of time on my nails this afternoon.  In your honour, I even tried a new shade; tell me what do you think?’ Roz said getting up and walking over to him and sitting down putting her head on his shoulders.  She spread her fingers before his eyes.  I took a great deal of time on these, filing and fixing edges until they were perfect and of course keenly bladed.  My polish, an unusual colour for me, off white is the simplest way to describe it; of course, its proper name is Winter Frost but I couldn’t get my arms around you to nick you so all that time wasted, but I always plan several other methods.’

She shifted back to the other seat and crossed her legs in yet another way even in his frozen state she could see he was watching them.

‘They helped get me into COIL and have helped me stay alive ever since.  One of my best assets, they seemed to do the trick on you,’ she smiled.  ‘Now back to you, lipstick would have been the simplest and easiest method, but that becomes boring, predictable and well not much fun, one or two kisses and it’s over and I had a feeling you were a very good kisser so why ruin the party.  No one likes a party pooper and BTW you didn’t disappoint in the kissing department.  So, we’ve ruled out nail polish, lipstick, skin poison, I’m not wearing a ring and my bracelets are just that, no hidden devices their either, so where does that leave us,’ she mused.

‘I do have a rather extensive collection of scents.  Perhaps that is it, a women’s scent can be alluring and impossible to resist, but you must be careful using them, too overpowering and they can drive someone away, to subtle and they just fail to have that draw you want.  So, you must pick the right scent and strength for the occasion.  This,’ she said opening up her clutch and removing an atomizer.
‘Is how I get around that, a sort of all in one weapon, a Swiss Army Knife for the female spy, if you will?  As you can see at first glance a simple atomiser, but the unit has four separate compartments, all I do is turn the nozzle to one of four symbols each denoting a strength, the lowest is Eau de Cologne, the next, Eau de Toilette, then, Eau de Perfume and finally, Perfume.  Each has a specific function; Eau de Cologne contains a simple disorienting scent making the victim dizzy and uncoordinated, perfect for questioning, because of its weakness it takes a while to have an effect, perhaps 20 minutes, maybe a little more.  Eau de Toilette contains a knockout drug, slow to build up but quick acting when the right level is reached, maybe 15 minutes.  Eau de Perfume is a paralysing scent, maybe 10 minutes before you can’t move a muscle, and finally Perfume, or as I call it, the Embrace of Death, quick and effective it kills in matter of minutes, but what about the wearer, are they effected,’ she pretended he had asked.

‘No this is where the choice comes in for the female, you see to counter act the effects and not fall victim to her own trap, the female has to take certain measures.  One being no other skin poisons, so no powder, or oils and of course lipstick, if you do you will succumb to the scent as well as the poison works against you rather than for you.  The second being this,’ Roz said fingering a strand of pearls about her neck.  One of these balls contains the antidote, it looks and feels like a pearl but it’s a synthetic and its membrane allows the liquid inside it to be released and absorbed by my skin, thus I’m protected, but again, no not this time I wanted something unusual, innocuous, so I chose a special shampoo and conditioner of mine.

The shampoo seals the hair follicles and creates a binding agent for the conditioner.  Once the conditioner is washed in it adheres to my hair giving a lustrous sheen and a trap of soft curls that you become entangled in.  The scent from my hair when held close along with the individual strands creates a double dose of well in this case paralysis.  The scent is one factor but the individual strands that contact your skin can puncture a hole through any sealer and inject my venom.  All it took was a little close contact from me, ‘Roz smiled. 

Choices

Roz Downing 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.  Roz 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.  Roz 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.

Roz 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.’

  Roz 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 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 has given us the chemical analysis we need to break your organisations latest sealer.   Now as promised, business.’

Roz undid her dress and let it fall she stepped out of it 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.  Roz 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 into 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.’

Roz 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 around 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; Roz 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.  Roz 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. ‘

Roz 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.’

Hostile Takeover

‘I have an appointment with Mr. Suskanpol,’ Roz Downing Corporate Asset Specialist said to his Administrative Assistant who gave her the look she always did and it was not a friendly one.

‘Perhaps I should hand her one that says Roz Downing, COIL Agent and see if that changes anything,’ she mused the smile never leaving her face.

The Admin hung up the phone and made to get up.

‘Oh no need, I know my way in by now,’ Roz said and started for the door knowing that expression never left the woman’s face.  She could feel her staring at her all the way there as well.

She opened then closed the door giving one last annoying smile to the woman then turned about to face Mr. Suskanpol, VP of Production on the far side of the room.  The office was the usual collection of self-congratulatory pictures on the wall accompanied by plaques for service awards and such.  The trophies were inside cases and all turned to face the guest in a display of male bravado.  Roz had noted before no family pictures and a lack of anything personal, save for his over important desk.

She walked over and to one of the two chairs opposite his desk, she had noted before they had been pushed back since her first visit allowing him a better view of her legs which she gratefully took advantage of as she sat down, crossing them as she went with such style it made his heart skip, she noted that as well.

‘I must confess Miss Downing I’m a little surprised by this meeting, although pleased, given the attractiveness of the company once again,’ he said, the pupils of his eyes widening as he spoke.

Roz Downing, COIL agent was used to that, she reacted with a smile, receiving it as a compliment, rather than the invitation it was.  Fan Li, an agent herself, but also the CEO of COIL’s business front in Asia had already explained that her dealings with Mr. Suskanpol had been more about monkey business than actual business and that despite her best efforts, she had been unable to close the deal they wanted.  Roz had been sent to close the deal once and for all, whatever that may entail, so far that had been two attempts on her life, both no doubt orchestrated by him, hence his surprise at seeing her again. 

‘Well, alive,’ she thought, returning the compliment.

‘I thought we might try one final time to come to some sort of an arrangement regarding the business we wish to transact,’ Roz smiled.  ‘I’m prepared to sweeten the offer considerably,’ she demurred gracefully re-crossing her legs in the process.  That motion brought him up short a little but he thought he’d recovered before anyone had noticed, but the trained eye of the agent caught it.
 

‘I don’t see how but as a good businessman I’d be a fool not to at least listen,’ he answered leaning forward.

‘Here’s my address, come by about seven tonight and we can talk, if you like,’ Roz said writing it down on the back of her business card making the if you like part a definite option for him if other things were on is mind. 

‘What about right now?’ he asked as she stylishly exited her chair.

‘I keep my sweetener at home and besides I only have enough for two,’ she said with a look over her shoulder at his bodyguard and that left no doubt in his mind.

Roz walked around the chair and handed him the business card before she trailed out the other side of his desk feeling his eyes scanning her.  Across the far side of the office then towards the door and the waiting bodyguard, a hulk of a man, about 6’4’, barrel chested with meat hooks for hands, short legs for a man his size and on top of that, fat.  His poorly fitting suit and general dampness of skin indicated he sweated a great deal.  ‘Or maybe that’s just my doing.’ Roz smiled to him as she approached before an excusing cough came her way. 

‘I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your generous offer Miss Downing, but too many sweets can be bad sometimes or even fatal,’ he said masking no intent on the meaning.  ‘Besides, you and your organisation are too late, I concluded a deal with another company last night and their sweeteners, as you like to say, were of the multiple variety,’ he added taking pride in that fact.

‘Congratulations then to you, on all levels,’ Roz smiled and made to continue.

‘Part of those sweeteners, besides the ones modesty prevents me from mentioning were that this be a closed deal and that all outside contact with other interested parties was to be, how shall we say, dealt with in a swift and in a sure fashion,’ he smiled evilly and made a quick nod to his bodyguard.

But Roz was quicker, spinning on one heel she whirled about and was back in her same position in the blink of an eye, her hands fixing her clothes.  A finger reached out pushing the bodyguard to the side, he falling with a thud to the floor and not moving.

‘Corporate negotiations can be such a bore; I like to cut to the chase, fortunately so do my heels, more specifically the retractable blade in the front of my shoe.  You see, I’m an expert in hostile takeovers.  Oh, no, no need to escort me out I can find my own way, besides, never say I didn’t provide full disclosure. 

My circuitous route about your office was not for your benefit but mine.  As I walked my heels were dispersing tiny granules into your carpet, oh don’t try and look for them, they match the colour perfectly.  These pellets contact a small explosive, not much, but the thing is they also contain a transmission link to each other, powered of course by the fuel the pellets are made of, break one pellet and you break the transmission link to them all and well, many small explosions taken together make a large one.  Large enough to destroy this room and any anyone who would happen to be in it.

But, there is a bright side, they wear out after an hour and become inert having of course used up all their fuel, in short they consume themselves.  So, I would just sit down, carefully and wait for an hour, of course by then I’ll be gone, but, you’ll still be alive,’ she smiled and made her way out the door, to the elevator and out into the parking and her car.

‘I need a touch up,’ she said looking into her rear-view mirror.

Roz fixed her lips, recapped her case then turned the dispensing wheel the opposite way until she heard a small click which was immediately followed by the large explosion from the top floor of the office tower.

‘Oh well, you always lose some employees in hostile takeovers.’

Note

So, does this end the story or are there other possible outcomes that could have happened.

1.              Roz does not use the pellets and he goes to her place for a little sweetening

2.              Mr. Suskanpol sends his guard to kill Roz

3.              Mr. Suskanpol sends his Admin Assistant to finish off the COIL Agent.

Hostile Takeover Part 2

‘Oh! The B Team,’ Roz said in disappointment as she looked up into the mirror on her vanity. ‘Do you know how long I spent getting ready for Mr. Suskanpol? And he sends his second to do his dirty work!’ she added spinning around on the stool denying him a further look at her derriere and the daring panties she had on but more than compensating with the new front view. Roz hand just holstered her firm breasts in her bandeau bra the fabric smooth and caressing about them

‘He didn’t want to dirty his hands with such a job, but he told I was welcome to,’ the hulk of a man said with malice in his voice toward her as he starred hungrily.

‘I’m sure he did while then I don’t want to disappoint so if you’ll give me a few minutes I’ll just put the finishing touches,’ Roz said not waiting for an answer as she swung back again and began teasing and trussing her hair, her brush working in the curls just so until she was happy all the while ignoring the gun in the mirror from her assailant who stood close by but not too close, Roz smiled at that as she began applying her makeup.

She knew this was the hook, men enjoyed watching a woman make herself up, it was the thought of seizing that beauty in their arms this was one reason women took their time doing, the tease, the building of desire, to drive him crazy, to see how far she could tip the scale before he tumbled over and succumb to her impossible siren charms. He might think at that point he had control of her, but she was in fact the one in control, her power over him so absolute and she knew it, this was what Roz had as she did her eyelashes then turned it up with a little rouge before taking full control with the slow fluid application of her lipstick. She knew she had him at this point if she wanted, she could feel his hot panting breath, smell him wanting her, she his bulge forming no matter how he tried to hide it, yes she knew she could have had him then and there, but she had more planned.

She looked in the mirror, satisfied she got up, turned around and reached for her dress, previously unseen in the corner and slipped it on, her torso bending forward, her tits coming forward and straining the bandeau as gingerly she slipped one leg then the other slowly up and inside the dress, her body wiggling as she pulled it up then reached behind and zipped it closed, her lean forward fully accentuating the dress and her. She reached under a chair and pulled out her pumps, raising a leg in turn while free standing as she slipped them on, her eyes never leaving him as she did it, hers focused and attentive, his wide and wondrous.

‘There, I’m ready, how do I look?’ Roz asked as she turned about.

‘Great, ‘he said. ‘Pity no one will recognize you.’

‘That’s not the point, the point is that I care that I look my best, no matter what the circumstances, it’s a point of pride. Now command me sir,’ she added with a saucy smile.

The gun came level as he stepped toward her a hand reach out and seized her by the wrist and pulled her forward placing her in front of him.

‘I like a man who knows his way,’ she added with just a trace of levity in her voice.

They walked through the open garden doors Roz had hoped Mr. Suskanpol was going to before Roz slowed just slightly and trailed one leg behind catching it in his and with a sudden hook send him sideways to the ground she landing square flush on top of him.

Surprised his hand groped for the gun just a few inches from his hand, it smacked on top of it just as her mouth found his, his hand rested on top then slowly his arms slipped around her waist pulling her in closer for the best kiss of his life,

‘Consider that my parting gift,’ Roz said as she got to her feet and fussed with her outfit while he somewhat wobbly legged got to his.

‘There, do I look presentable again,’ she said. ‘I’ve been told I’m a good kisser but this is the first time one of them has left someone speechless. Ok, it’s not the first time, there have been many other times as well, she added with an impish girly smile before her expression turned sexy and knowing as her arms slipped about his neck and pulled his lips to hers for another round.

‘Hmm, that one wasn’t as good, you’re holding back on me, makes a girl think she doesn’t have what it takes,’ Roz she as she slunk around him her body pressed up against his while her hands found ways to amuse themselves before she was face to face with him once more.

‘Your stiff as a board honey, in several places,’ she added the second part just a fraction of a second later to drive home the point. ‘What happened? Well I’m sure I had something to do with it, but the question is what part of me?’ Not too worry sugar lips, I’m not the kind of girl to leave you on the doorstep, so to speak, she mused. ‘No, I’m the kiss and tell type.’

‘For starters, no it’s wasn’t my lipstick or my nails or anything exotic as that. Some girls like those sort of devices and while I admit a certain fondness for them every so often, but they have their place and tonight was not it. So, where does that leave us? As you can see, not a ring on my fingers, so nothing special there either, even my scent is normal, given to me by a male admirer a while back, so that can’t be it. My shoes, well shoes make the lady and to a woman there is no such thing as nothing shoes, all are chosen very carefully no matter what the occasion or the ladies profession, every shoe has a function. That’s why every man has a pair of shoes he likes to see his partner in, the lucky ones have many pairs they like to watch. But back to me, nothing special in these, although I dare say they are a pair of my favourite,’ Roz said stepping back and turning about in a lovely pair of midnight back heels.

‘There is an old saying, ‘dress for success’ and it certainly applies to the spy game. This dress, I personally love sequins while agents I know lean towards the classic little black dress, but to each her own. But back to me, my dress, code named Anemone, attracts its prey then delivers a fatal sting to anything that strays close enough for me to strike at,’ she smiled. ‘The sequins conceal micro needles, so small the victim never notices them, but more than ample enough to pierce the skin. There released by pressure, such as the pressure of an embrace. You see honey bun holding me can be a very dangerous affair. Of course, it could have been a fatal embrace, the choice of toxin being mine, but you’re in luck snuggle muffin, tonight it was only a paralysing toxin, not fatal but long enough lasting for you to become a guest of COIL. I’m sure some things you can tell us could be of use. I’ll call them in a minute but before I do here’s on final touch to remember me by,’ Roz said sweeping into him for an embrace and a final touch of her lips.

Miss Filed

Roz kept her room immaculate, everything ordered so she could find it even in the dark.  As new things got added she redid what was needed.  Perhaps because she was a plus, she tried harder.  She grabbed her robe when she heard a knock on the door.  Cassidy smiled and enter.  Roz said nothing but stepped aside, she and Cassidy had been assigned to eliminate a dangerous male, together.

Cassidy had made no bones about working with a Plus Agent; she hated it, called Roz derogatory names and treated her as a junior partner.  Her only saving quality and the one Roz respected most was she was lethal. 

‘I’ve come over to say I’m sorry for the way I’ve been treating you.  You’ve proven you belong here by what you’ve accomplished can you forgive me?’

Roz was a little taken aback but smiled and hugged her.  Cassidy looked at her and said. 

‘You really are a stunner any man would fall into your arms or for that matter any woman,’ she smiled and reached for Roz’s mouth, her kiss slow and wonderful.  She undid Roz’s rob and slipped it off doing the same with hers.

 ‘Oh that was wonderful, now back to reality, how do I kill you?’  Roz looked shocked she thought another kiss was coming and maybe more, Cassidy saw this.

‘Of course where are my manners?’  She kissed Roz again and again slowly her mouth moving about.  ‘Yes my plump princess, your death is on my mind tonight just as my Stinging Cicada Lipstick is.  You must be sore from our adventure this afternoon?  I had hoped his Anal Centipede would kill you sparing me the bother, I even gave him the slack in my knot to finish you and encouragement to do so, but you refused with that full-sized form of yours.  Still six hours in an Anal Centipede, impressive, but as you told me, exhausted, tender and spent.  Ranjah was impressive, he climaxed you 26 times, his cock I was told was formidable, it’s a good thing I didn’t fall prey to it, of course that was never my plan.  Guiding you into was, exhausted you’re a simple kill like any other opponent.  I watched as you collapsed from his dead frame after I administered his demise, a clump of hot wet flesh, unable to move.  I supposed I should have finished you then and there, my body was warm and pliant from him, what would you have done Roz, my ample agent.  I had several ideas, a knot of course was first, my Spreading Palm is quite effective or the Tyrolean Rope, what choices and you would have been helpless against me.  But then I thought, perhaps a congratulatory kiss for our victory or a casual scratch when we were dressing, again too easy.  No, I wanted you recovered, then the idea hit me, get her off guard, with an apology and flattery then attack.  As you know, can see my lipstick is quick acting and long lasting.  I spent the time since we got back going over a text I recovered a while back, very old and keenly specific, really a scientific treatise.‘

 ‘Its title, The Voluptuous Woman her Traits, Talents, Tools and Traps.  Seems your type was quite deadly in olden times and no one knew how to defeat you, that is until a woman of normal proportions took it upon herself to correct that with her observations.  The reading is quite detailed as are the drawings, step by step instructions in how to act.  Everything from dressing to combat the fleshy opponent to all the tools needed to capture and kill them.  Her chapters on how your kind kills and the counters are most interesting as are the 12 chapters on all known Voluptuous Binds, as knots were called back then and the counters to them.  The last 10 chapters deal with Binds for the Voluptuous Spy, intricate descriptions and extremely concise anatomical drawings give guide for the regular sized spy.’

 ‘The female, Lady Elizabeth Sussing, was a British spy based in Italy when she wrote this in 1754 and had witnessed these ‘Chunky Courtesans’ as she called them in action. 

I’m sure FORCE will miss you, but as they mourn your loss another will fill your place, I’ll simply tell them you died on the job and move on to my next target inside FORCE making many happy.’

Cassidy stepped back and stretched a little then pinned up her blonde hair into a bun, her body rippled with danger, her muscles aching for action.

 ‘After reviewing the book I thought I’d use Lady Sussing favourite The Column, she notes she killed 10 large ladies with this over her career.  She even has a story about how she first started down the road to her magnificent document; we have time so I’ll share.  This woman, a Countess Montage had used her favorite weapon, a lace negligee to kill him; the pearls sewn on the garment were paralysing pills that dissolved on heated contact.  Close contact and kisses stiffened him in more ways than one.

As Lady Sussing watch from behind a tapestry the Countess removed her garment and went to work, he was hers in seconds, the old woman moved a leg behind his and languid tripped their bodies to the floor where her bulk settled into place.  She watched as the Countess worked him for information, her body convincingly effective.  Lady Sussing observed her Bind on the male, she did not know its name yet but she saw how it worked perfectly.  The Countess only moved sparingly, her body waiting for motion, slight turns of her full ankle for a small raise of a calf worked parts of her into him while her kisses worked out the information she required. 

She noticed the Countess talked to him in a suggestive manner, keeping him aroused and active, her body and the Bind counted on him to contract her bulk.  Movement was almost imperceptible over the hours; her body didn’t register elasticity at all over the time.  The Countess kept up the questions, she needed the information badly for her government and he was refusing, which Lady Sussing noted, he would not submit to her body.  She watched the Countess carefully role them over and over several times toward her night stand, her body not constricting an inch, total control from years of practice. 

The Countess kept a spare box of some description beside it, she kissed him and reached out with a finger and touched a secret catch, something and the box whirred into action.  The top opened then the sides then finely a door and the front slid open. 

‘Since you won’t talk Mon Cheri, perhaps we move on to more effective means.  What to use?’ she cooed as she looked at her choice.  Lady Sussing used her opera glasses to have a closer look.  The Countess had an array at her hands.  My Stinger, non, Powder du Bain, perhaps, Oil of Boudoir, excellent.  Lady Elizabeth observed the Stinger was a ring, Powder du Bain was lady’s powder, but she suspected laced with a drug.  The Oil of Boudoir looked just like oil for the skin of any woman, but how would she apply it give the time lapse in the bind, over 4 hours, her size and the entwined nature of their bodies.   The countess placed the vile in her ornate hair and very slowly rolled him over, her body frozen against his.  She completed a further half roll into a new position and loosened her knot, he fought and tried to escape, she stopped relaxing and let her clumpy form envelop him again.  Within half an hour she was pressed back into place and kissing him.  Lady Elizabeth watched as she lay still, her substantial form curled around his.  She kissed him on the cheek and turned her calf to draw in just a little more then stilled content to hold her prey.  The Countess was in no hurry it seemed and Lady Sussing soon saw why.  A slow drip of liquid came to her ear; the Countess had administered the drug when she relaxed.  The spy let the drug work in her body providing the coverage until they both glowed in the candle light.  Satisfied the Countess rolled them a final time settled, the drug was more than effective as was her Bind, she got the information she wanted.  Her body moved slowly inward inching her leviathan form about his contracting carefully and purposely as she wrapped death around him.  She gave him a final kiss and relaxed undid her Bind and slowly rolled free.

‘Au revoir Mon Cheri,’ she said, slipping back into her negligee and ringing for her servants to remove the body.  Unfortunately I will end the story there, leaving you in suspense, there are many more stories, all equally erotic and informative, now back to you and me and the present day, shall we begin?’ Cassidy smiled as she came toward Roz.

Cassidy thought she saw Roz move and then thought nothing of it or anything else as Roz moved toward her.

‘A truly spellbinding story, but not enough so I’m afraid and neither was your kiss.  A simple protective clear sealer, we larger girls like to be prepared as for you well again,’ she smiled and let her hand fall behind her ass as she relaxed it.  A simple trigger device, one squeeze and it signals the cherub behind you to release a poison dart.  Now as you said, back to you and me.’

^^^

          

Sometime later Roz returned to her room, the clean crew having taken care of Cassidy and her belongings, except for a certain book Roz had removed beforehand.  She placed in on the bed and then unlocked her suitcase, released the secret compartment, and pull out another book. 

‘Together again,’ she said with a smile as her eyes fell on the title. 

Observations on the Origins, Abilities and Limits of the Voluptuous Vixen as a Spy.             

Two for the Price of One

Roz Downing was brash, confident, smart, sexy, attractive, alluring, dazzlingly put together, daring, dynamic, deadly, slinky, and seductive; she was expected to be, as a COIL operative.  She was highly regarded inside COIL and highly despised by their enemies.  She took it as a badge of honour, ‘after all, she told herself, ‘I must be doing something right for them to take such a special interest in me.’

It was more like a concentrated effort to finish her, but so far she was the only one still standing, hence her meeting with higher ups.  She paced back and forth in the conference room; immaculately dressed, accessorised and coifed as usual she moved back and forth her perfect stride accentuating her legs with just the slightest inflection of calf muscle.  Her white skirt cut just at the top of her knees displayed her wares; she underpinned just enough to give her ass its due display as she moved.  Roz’s skirts were always straight tapered inward but not too much as to restrict movement should she need to call them to do more than just distract. Her shoes were important; they added to the package, never one for straps, she preferred a classic pump with a 2 or 2 ½ inch heel, always tapered down and never a solid piece, too clunky she always said.

Her blouses and tops were classic colours, usually solid primary colours but creams and pastels, for the topics worked well.  Full sleeve or short, halter style, cross fronts or sleeveless, she didn’t mind her torso courtesy of an extensive workout routine displayed them all with equal vigour.  Her full orbs pushed out and exhibited for others, buttons placed and unhitched elegantly to attract and distract.  Her shoulder length hair, thick and curly just topped the dessert with a cherry. 

The meeting had gone as expected, they were concerned for her health, meaning her life, but she assured them and backed it up with facts from her missions that she was fine.  They needed her, so she always knew they would let her continue.  Before leaving and the new mission they had given her, she needed a resupply her arsenal so a shopping trip was in order, first stop cosmetics. 

Roz got to test new weapons, she had even had a few made up for her that had become popular.  She went from there to jewellery, then to lingerie which included hosiery, then to shoes and finally clothes.  When she finished, she had quite a haul and arranged to have it shipped to her place. 

The assignment was in Colombo, Sri Lanka.  It was hot and humid, not conducive to her type of agent, or that was the conventional thinking, but Roz Downing was anything but conventional.  She checked into her hotel, her heels clicking on the tile for echoing about the room and her legs brought stares from all about as well. 

COIL had set up the necessary cover of her as buyer of fabrics and made appointments with several manufactures as cover, the middle on was the one she was interested in.

Roz crossed the floor keenly aware of the eyes fixed on her for security and personal purposes.  He may be a bodyguard but he was also a man.  Her outfit, a pink coral coloured skirt, white silk halter top that exposed her back and shoulders and all their mesmerizing motion, a matching hat tilted to one side all completed and boosted by a pair of light pink dusty pumps, her legs, bare and tanned danced for him as she walked toward his boss.

Roz loved pearls and the strand around her neck dipped into her décolletage and he could help but notice and she could help but notice he did.  She smiled shook hands and sat down her full legs crossing perfectly as she did, the muscles tensing to sculpt them into something soothing to behold.

As they chatted she causally tested the waters by lightly swinging her crossed leg, the air conditioning responded by humming to life as the room heated up.

‘I would love to come to your party,’ she smiled, seeing her chance to complete her mission quickly.  She made sure her legs and ass swayed as she left the office leaving a good and hopefully searing memory for later at the party. 

Roz moved among the guests with ease, chatting and having a good time all the while working closer to her target.  Her dress was daring, a sea foam green silk sari with modifications.  A halter band style top with a white sheer scarf that hid nothing and allowed her firm arms, back and shoulders to complete for attention with her smooth hard stomach, a double slit skirt that constantly exposed her legs to view, her concession to the outfit was a pair of sandals, but her legs did not suffer the loss of heels, her yoga saw to that stretching her gams to perfection.  She had put her hair up for the evening, again a concession to fashion and finished with diamond stud earrings and necklace. 

She carried a small clutch for touch ups should she need them but she had prepared for the heat of the evening, hence the airy dress to keep her cool and her makeup.  The heat and humidity could play havoc with cosmetics Roz however had an advantage other women did not have, her own personal cosmetics company, COIL. 

Varnished with a clear lacquer, which she preferred, Roz had sealed them with a special polish, it did many things, one it keep them from being chipped and damaging the drug of her choice.  It was also heat and cold resisted and finally it acted as a self-sharpening tool keeping the agent’s nails razor fine.

Her lipstick was also unique to her.  Water, heat and cold resistant, it was designed to last for hours.  Tonight, she’d chosen Tangerine Sunset, an orange colour so perfect on her. 
        

‘I assume you’re here to kill me,’ she smiled.

‘Your cover was not as cunning as you might have imagined, we saw through it right away,’ he said casually stepping in from the open patio doors. 

‘I suppose not, that’s why I left the door open, why make it difficult for either of us.  Tell me what gave me away?’ Roz smiled.

‘You may be not what anyone would think of as the classic female spy, but you have an incredible amount of confidence and style for a woman,’ his voice trailed off as he searched for more words.

‘For a woman of my size,’ Roz said completing the sentence for him.
 

‘I did want to seem impolite, I was going to say unique body,’ he answered.

‘A gentlemanly assassin, how refreshing,’ Roz said as she moved from around the bar.  Touching her hair, she  came out from behind the bar and looked at him.

 ‘Care for a drink or are you all business?’ she asked.

He came at her, she put down her drink and move slinky and smooth out of the way a laugh trailing in the air.

‘You’ll have to be better than that honey bun, for a big girl I move quickly,’ she mocked before a punch found his side. 

He swung widely with a backhand, Roz ducted underneath the windmill then delivered a solid punch to his stomach and a rising knee to the same location, he doubled over, the spy grabbed his arms and flipped him to the floor where a kick crashed into his sides, she grabbed her drink and sauntered away her ass swaying sexily.

‘You’ll have to do better than that honey bun if you want to stop me,’ she cooed.

He gathered himself up and came towards her; she placed her drink on a coaster and shimmied her body a little.  He threw a series of punches Roz blocked with ease before she caught one arm, stepped inside and drove an elbow into his side, he doubled over and she drove two punches into his kidney’s that collapsed him to his knees.

The sexy siren applied a neck pinch and turned into him lowering slowly to her knee’s her one arm draped around his neck the other slipping around to join in in a soft intimate clasp.

‘Well pumpkin where do we go from here or perhaps it’s better if we go back from here a little to earlier this evening.  The dress was daring, nothing too daring, I’ve worn others more revealing, but it served its purpose to attract attention.  Why should I want to do that, reveal myself as it were, well why not?’  Look here’s a woman trying too hard and of course a suspicious mind immediately thinks what’s she trying so hard for.  You fell for step one.

Step two, get close.  I have a naturally bubbly personality and I’m told certain vivaciousness, I used it to worm closer to my target.

Step three, get past security.  This where we come back to the dress, nothing could be concealed; you checked my clutch and gave me very specific instructions as to contact.  I knew you suspected me so you made me remove my shoes kept the clutch and then you exacted a kiss from me, just as I had hoped and let me proceed.  My work done I left the party and this is where we come back to us sugar,’ she explained.

‘I don’t understand,’ he said.

‘That’s because I haven’t explained step four yet.  A woman in this profession takes full advantage of her gender and COIL encourages me to do just that. Tell me sweetie what was the one thing you didn’t find in my clutch that should have been there?’  Here’s a small hint,’ she softly said.  ‘Yes honey bun, lipstick,’ she said answering for him.  A special blend of mine just for this type of weather and occasion, long lasting and active, comes in a variety of shades, for tonight I choose Tangerine Sunset,’ she said releasing her nerve lock and pushing him down to the floor.  Roz lowered herself onto him, her body pressing against his as she writhed slowly into place, her arms tucked under his so her hands could caress his face.

‘Sunsets are constantly changing colour, that’s why they fascinate us.  My lipstick doesn’t change colour but it does change.  You see I suspected security would be looking for any weapons a female of the species my employ to kill with, poison being a personal favourite with my sex and why not, tradition and ceremony have given us a natural path to that end through cosmetics.  Nail polish, perfume, body oil and of course lipstick all can be employed by the female for an intimate and totally effective kill.  So naturally I eliminated it from my clutch, but one problem removed and another to overcome.  This is where we met as its usually put pumpkin.  You were the last line of defense I had to get by and all I needed to do was kiss you, which I willing did and when nothing happened I was allowed to pass.  The kiss was pleasant by the way honey bun,’ Roz offered as she stroked the side of his face and shifted about him he fully erect with attention.  ‘But back to the explanation.  Tangerine Sunset is a special polymer blend that mixes when applied.  It’s tricky to apply, a woman needs a steady hand, no retouches can be done, it must be one single caress for each lip otherwise the chemical reaction of the polymers will not take place.  You can imagine trying to do that in a crowded party or in a hurry.  So, COIL came up with a way to make it long lasting, and active cosmetic that has a chemical life of its own on the wearers’ lips.   Once my frosting is applied, the polymers bind into two separate layers almost instantly.  Our kiss removed the outer layer and once nothing happened to you I was allowed to pass it also allowed the active ingredients in the second layer to react with the air and turn my lipstick into a rather permanent sunset for your employer.  He should be experiencing the first effects already just as you are.  Yes, honey bun, my kiss has affected you as well.  Yours is merely a delayed paralysing agent, it doesn’t kill, merely renders you unable to move.  I knew he’d send someone after me; I designed my plan around it, because why get one target when you can get two and best of all honey bun you’ll be able to tell us all we want to know.  All that for two kisses,’ Roz said as she rose to her feet and picked up her phone.

Unusual Suspect

Roz Downing knew she was the last person he would suspect of being an agent but she was unsure of his male assassin bodyguards who had been keeping a very close watch on her.  She had given them nothing except her sexy best which she always gave.  Still she wasn’t above them, her size 14 usually acted as a deterrent keeping suspicion away from her until it was too late, this time it could be working the other way.

She thought of this as she combed her brunette shoulder length hair, the last thing she did before going to bed.  It was getting harder to keep a curl with the days accumulating in the tropics, the heat was intense and the rains only made the air thick and uncomfortable hence she wore as light a clothing as was possible and slept in the nude. 

Thinking of that she got up and walked to her patio doors her brush working her hair, her bare sexy hard form silent as it moved, her firm size 40 guns not wavering as she moved, her firm full ample ass wiggling as she moved in her sexy way.  Roz opened the door just a little more then skipped out of the way of a kick and returned one of her own that sent her assailant backward arms failing to keep his balance.

‘I was wondering when you would figure me out and try,’ Roz said.  ‘I suppose from your lack of attire I can expect you’re a sexual assassin, you certainly have the equipment for it,’ she said in a sexy voice referring to his massive limp prong.  ‘We are all trained to kill the female with our bodies, even fat ones such as you,’ he sneered.

Roz gave this comment no heed, it was all talk, she was a prize to be savoured and bragging rights for the one who finished her, plus agents were valued as such. 

‘Well then if that’s how you feel I don’t want to waste any of your time and let you get on with finishing me,’ she said as she walked toward him the muscles in her sexy thighs dancing ever closer until she was against him.  ‘Make your move honeybun,’ Roz cooed as she slipped her arms tight about his neck.  ‘What’s the matter am I that repulsive or are you just being a gentleman and letting me go first, she smiled.  ‘That’s very sweet honeybun but I took that honour already care to guess how or should I just explain my trap, you can talk but you can’t move no matter how hard you strain those lean muscles of yours can you.  Could it have been a scratch from either my toenails or fingernails both are I admit razor sharp but I’m sure you noticed no varnish on them while observing me and I’m quite sure this film on your skin is a sealer against my nails so that is not it.’

Roz unhooked her arms and moved away one hand trailing down his smooth chest while the other caressed his ass.  She was in control, a female on the hunt, the scent of the man on her.  Roz trailed her hand back up and turned his head for him to her waiting lips for a kiss.  ‘Simple pleasures honeybun before we get down to business,’ she said and kissed him again.

She moved behind and pressed herself into his back and kissed his neck as she talked.  ‘Now just how did I do it, to return to the question and here is the answer,’ she said.  A spine from my hairbrush, inert while in place but when I push the trigger it becomes active delivering a paralysing drug that is almost instant,’ she said showing him the thin dart before tossing it away.

 ‘You see honeybun I bring so much more than size to the table, but don’t go on my word, actions are always better,’ she said with a nuzzle of his neck as her hands closed about his rope.  Roz lapped his cord in her hands, her soft caress pulled from the base out to the tip, her hand over hand stroke giving him no respite.  His prong was huge even when flaccid. ‘No doubt his killing device,’ Roz thought. 

The spy nipped and kissed his neck and ears, letting her tongue dance about to spark the fire of passion.  Her hands hot and fluid bathed him in a wet embrace as she pressed herself into him.

‘You’re beginning to harden, perhaps you’ve changed your opinion of me honeybun,’ Roz silky voice as the sole of her left foot ran up and down his calf, her full lethal bend leg very visual in the mirror to him, its curvature and muscle tone most alluring like a snake dancing before its prey waiting for the exact moment to strike and holding all in its thrall.

‘They come as a matched set would you like to see the mate?’ Roz offered then switched legs as her cheek hugged against his and she watched his reaction to her gam as she continued her hardening. 

Roz swayed her body and changed her hand motion her fingers ran about his semi hard rope letting it flop away and down before being caught by another in a cascade of pleasure.  His resistance was impressive to her but she was extending him outward with each passing minute.

‘Getting there honeybun, you’re growing to like me I see,’ she smiled as the motion changed to a gentle tugging.  She could feel his pulse quickening and his body just beginning to show the signs of sweat beads, a dead giveaway that the male was sexually excited, from that Roz took her queue.

‘Time for something different I think,’ she said and released his prong.  The spy moved in front keeping her body in contact with his all the time, the electric connection between them sparking and crackling as she moved until she was facing him in intimate closeness her arms around his chest.

Ironic isn’t it, you can feel my kisses and my bush rubbing your tip but you can’t move to prevent it as much as you may want to push inside me and truth as much as it may be the experience of a lifetime for me I want to live to have other experiences.  I suspect penetration would imprison me on your spindle.  No for safe keeping I think we’ll just put this very hard and wonderfully large obelisk in a safe place,’ she said as she pushed it down just letting its tip part her wet lips before securing it softly between her thighs.

‘Comfy honeybun, I know I am.  Now since I’m so unattractive this round of the game should be easy for you to win.’

Roz began to move her body in a slow swaying motion, hypnotic hips and luscious dancing lips mixed in with a warm pressing body, full beautiful tits and soft caressing roving hands and moved about and everywhere on him.  One sensation after another filled him from her enchantment, just when one pleasure centre closed she open another.  Her hips rolling and polishing his prong with sways and lunges as she held it in her firm soft embrace rolling it about and sending lightning bolts of pleasure down it and into his receptors as did her lips on his, the paths converging in an overloading of his contro
l.

‘That’s it honeybun, watch my body snake itself about, my rhythmic charms hold your gaze I see, my control fascinates you, my ass delivering an oscillating fan of heat to that trapped rod, unable to escape the rolling agitation of climax building inside it,’ Roz’s poisoned honey lips said as she danced him closer and closer to climax.

She sensed his closeness and instinctively adjusted her motion to urge him over the edge and tightened her embrace to hold him to her.  Roz felt him getting still and then a thrust and another and more, her hips shimmied quickly as she delivered mind bending pleasure to his cock forcing him deeper into her web of pleasure as he spumed, his wand pulsing between her warm thighs as she wrung him out.

His labours weakened his legs and Roz let him slip, his still granite pole sliding down her thighs a little as did his body, her arms supporting him as his head nestled into the crevice of her tits.

‘Another round to me honeybun!  I think it only fair to warn you that one more climax will end game, you know the saying, three strikes and you’re out.’

Roz knew how to move him, the last session had told her body what he liked, she’d stored the date and was now using it one him, a second orgasm would not be long in waiting, she had the key to unlock his desires and did so.

‘Oh honeybun this is longer than the first,’ she laughed as her hips jackhammer sending his cock into a fury and his juice jetting out behind her.  Roz rocked her hips back and forth dredging every last ounce of fluid and willpower she could from him then let his body sink further.  Her breasts closed around his face and her arms tightened his behind his back as her calves locked in behind his and she drew him in.

‘Game over honeybun, delicious though it was I’m afraid you fallen into my suffocation trap.  With my guns in place you have only a short time before your air runs out, let’s spend the last few moments continuing our game honeybun.’

Up Sized

Fala used her speed to keep the COIL plus at bay, she had no intention of permitting the voluptuous vixen get with striking distance while she was still robust.  Besides, there were other considerations in play that Fala had to be concerned about and she was dealing with them first.  She’d noticed the DOOM agent’s body had a sheen to it earlier in the day and even now it reflected when the moonlight hit it a certain way.

‘Perhaps it’s just a skin sealer but maybe it’s something more insidious, a suffocation wax meant for me if I’m entangled in her body, either way she has protection of a sort and I need to deal with it, luckily sealers have one means of activation, heat and thus one means of getting rid of them as well and I came prepared.  All I have to do is stay out of her reach, keep her active and let the hot tropical weather melt her outer shell then to be certain clean her nude hot form inside The Clinging Cloth,’ she thought.Earlier

She watched as the agent walked in to the large living space, unzipped and discarded her dress on a chair then did the same with her shoes, bra and panties, with her jewellery safely inside her case, Fala made her move.

She moved quickly to tire the woman as they engaged in combat.  The petite agent moved with speed and skill, the plus landed a few blows but just glancing ones, not enough to damage the super fit FORCE agent.  Their firm silhouettes pivoted back and forth in the moonlight as they fought.  Soon both women were filmed in a lustre of dampness; the hot still night air pressing against their bodies, Fala noticed her opposite number was dripping a little more than she was. 

‘Her skin sealer is dissolving, now to speed things up and slow her down.’

The DOOM agent was out weighed; out sized and out muscled by her opponent, still her orders were clear, death to this woman who had been a deadly menace to them, she pressed on.  Unwilling to touch her with skin to skin contact for the uncertainty of what the sealer was Fala changed fighting styles to a Striking Snake.  Her nails hit the plus as her speed increased and the FORCE agent was unable to match it.  She used her toes and hands to bite nerve endings slowing the plus even more; wearing her down over the hours until a few well-placed strikes took the steam out of the woman and left her stiff in the middle of the large room. 

‘Jah-Hi’ Fala yelled each time she struck a point on the neck, back and thighs of the woman adding the insurance she wanted before smiling.  She retrieved something from outside the patio doors and returned coming in front of her stricken victim.

‘You’re quite a talent Miss Downing, but even you have limits. My nails pack an unnerving touch, so much so you can’t move, not one muscle, but not to worry, it’s only a temporary condition, you see I want you to move.  I need to ensure that whatever your body is coated in is cleansed so I can execute you more to my liking,’ Fala smiled as she began placing the cloth around the agent’s form in a certain way.  The two ends adhered together and Fala stepped back and looked at her handiwork, made several small adjustments and addressed the agent again.

‘My means of cleansing you, it’s call The Clinging Cloth.  Its works by two means, a scrub and an absorbent fibre each woven side by side, one peels away what’s left of your wax seal and the other traps it deep in the fabric making it safe to handle when removed later.  It moves as you move and you must keep moving to stay alive for if you stop the fabric will stop floating on the surface of your skin and stick to it.  Within minutes you’re helpless in its embrace as it crushes you in an inward pull, so please keep moving, better to take your chances with me later than certain death now.

Unfortunately, the cloth is rather exhausting as it works, constant motion can be tiring and the cloth is slow working so even if you manage to last the three hours I estimate it will take to clean you you’ll be in no shape to resist me.  Shall we begin,’ Fala smiled.

‘Ki so Hah!’ she yelled as her toenails from one foot hit the back of one of the agent’s knee’s and she crumpled to the ground, her body free to move.

The FORCE agent moved instantly her body slinking and meandering as she worked to her feet, her wiggling form unabated in its motion.  Fala watched the frenzied women try and get the cloth swathed about her form to come loose as she moved but it just moved with her always just a touch out of her grasp.  The intense dance continued in time, the pluses body steeped in endless dampness from her toils as she moved and The Clinging Cloth cleansed her succulent form of its sealer.  Her body motion feverish into the second hour, maddened for freedom, she tried every sway and spool she could to entice the fabric close and effect an escape. 

‘I must say your interpretative dance skills are highly entertaining my dear,’ Fala offered in a cutting comment.

The fabric gripped her like a tenacious lover, her curves so designed to hold a spell over her partners instead found themselves in the caress of a much more sinister lover, one who embraced every enthralling arc of her in the transparent trap. 

‘You’re slowing down my generous woman,’ Fala cooed.

The COIL agent was indeed slowing down, the oppressive heat; the constant motion and the duration were draining.  She’s tried to gage the precise speed she needed and in doing so had caused the trap to draw in here and there especially about her legs.  Her steps were now much shorter in distance than even a small time ago as she moved about a slinking erotic physique of entwined femininity. 

She stumbled and fell then fought to her feet her motion again restricted the cloth now had a firm and fast grip on her not unlike a constrictor.  Dripping from every pore of her naked form, her once beautifully styled and teased hair she’d set out the evening with was now dishevelled, tangled and sodden, her skin burnished with heat glowed reddy orange as she gasped and fought for air in the heavy summer night.  The spy knew more than the elapsed time had been spent and she had been cleansed thoroughly for a long time, now it was just her opponent enjoying the predicament of her.  She moved sluggishly, fell and despite all her efforts could not get to her feet again, she slowed over the minutes then stilled as the bind seized her utterly. 

‘Excellent, you lasted longer than I expected meaning that your body should be unreservedly spent of its energy, something I know you girls have in abundance,’ Fala said as she cut the binds of The Clinging Cloth from the enflamed spy.

The FORCE agent had little time to catch her breath before she felt the force of Fala’s foot to her side.

‘Chi So Do!’ Fala yelled as she struck again, this time to the inner thighs of the spy. 

The stricken female rolled over in pain pulling up and grabbing her legs to form herself into a defensive ball.  Fala smiled as she circled and applied a nerve pinch to the woman’s neck opening her up. 

‘Jee Wai!’ Fala yelled and she double chopped the neck then worked her nails down the spine of the agent.  The DOOM operative picked her up supporting her as she introduced herself into the woman, her body sensing and positioning itself before she spun out of the embrace.

‘Ki Ha!’ she said as she moved then circled about Roz before taking the agents head in her arms and pulling her half over. 

‘Wah Ta!’ she repeated as her knee drove into the woman’s stomach.  Fala let Roz’s head fall between her ankles, she tightened about the neck then feel overtop of the woman and gripped the agent’s ankles in her hands.  It was hard, the plus was dead weight but she pulled back on herself raising the agent upright then slowly bowing her out as she lowered herself to her knees releasing one leg that she splayed out to the side for balance while the other cupped Roz’s neck in the back of her knee.
Finally, she bent the woman’s legs behind her back and secured her feet with one of her arms.

‘Watching your workout my dear was stimulating, but I always prefer to exercise with a partner, that way you are motivated to give your best and you push yourself that little bit harder.  Care to join me?’ Fala laughed in a menacing tone.  ‘Stretching today I think.  This is called The Chinese Stretching Loom and you’re the yarn.’ Fala twisted slightly to the right the DOOM agent going with her. 

Roz Downing, FORCE agent was not one to panic, she had been trained well and added talents along the way during her 5 years as an agent.  At 5’11’ and a perfect size 12 she was formidable, her beauty only bested by her body, a wall of curvaceous muscle sculpted into an irresistible silhouette.  She employed it in attack and defense against all.  Roz, her body the colour of bronze from the hours of fighting was lustrous as it reflected the moonlight through the windows of the hotel room.  Yet she was helpless in the smaller woman’s skillful body, her knot was perfect about her, it had seemed like it had flowed about her in one smooth continuous wave not unlike a lethal constrictor encircling its prey. 

Fala turned more and Roz went with it unable to defy the DOOM beauty.  The knot progressed as the DOOM agent willed it; she worked the stretch on the agent finding the spots within her muscles to attack.  Her free hand did the task striking the targeted point with sharp nail strikes to induce nerve interruption.  The captured spy jerked in response to her strikes.

‘You’re densely muscled, more so than even I expected for a plus and most recalcitrant to my touch,’ Fala hissed as she turned the spy even more.  ‘Let’s see if your yoga matches your muscles,’ she added.

The DOOM agent pressed, turning the woman even more as Roz tried to repel her actions; her wonderful sensuous form was snaked further over the hour until her top half was almost totally corkscrewed in the opposite direction from her lower.

‘AHH,’ Roz gasped as she fought for air.  Fala timed her breaths and turned again on the intake as the victim wracked in pain writhed and squirmed, her body fidgeting for any space it could find.  Fala turned again on an intake of air from the plated FORCE beauty and Roz convulsed in pain and moaned, her body contracting about Fala, her legs, sexy and full crushed inward on the smaller agent.  Fala winched but adjusted pushing her balancing leg out to increase her leverage on Roz. 

The FORCE spy was now in agony, she moaned and twisted inside the death trap, hot beyond measure she steamed in the heat, her lighter opponent cool and strong pulled forward stressing the spine of the beauty still she refused to submit, she squeezed her legs once again, pointing her toes to increase the force.  Her legs had saved her countless times; they were unreservedly viewed in the business as a plus’s best asset in all areas.  Roz forced her legs again and started to create a small crush of Fala’s torso just enough to relive some of the pressure and force Fala’s outstretched leg back in, when it did Roz increased her small but growing tension.

The DOOM agent twisted again but Roz refused to let go so every turn by Fala increased the pressure on her torso but also on the spine of the confined agent.  Roz used all her best assets, her size and strength and muscle mass to toil on, only she knew her breaking point, but Fala knew she was close to pushing her over it as she turned again ignoring the siren cry of Roz’s embrace. 

The march continued slower as Fala used and conserved her energies to maximum effect, weakening her much stronger and bigger opponent in increments.  Roz could barely feel her body any longer, so racked in pain from Fala’s deadly ministrations that she began slowly to relax her leg pressure, all sense of feeling leaving her.  Fala pulled her leg in for the final snap of the form to finish the woman.

‘One quick turn and she is finished, she thought as her body tensed.

‘Hee-So’ was all she managed before the two females sailed apart each skidding to opposite sides of the room.  Fala shook off their surprised parting, executed a back walkover coming to her feet and advanced on her opponent still writing on the floor in pain
.

‘Only a temporary escape, enjoy the brief moment of victory as it will be your last, this time something quick,’ she said as she picked up the legs of Roz and began to flip her over onto her back.

There was a quick burst of white, then darkness again, but in that small window of time Fala fell to her knees and the light appeared again and went just as fast, she fell forward to the floor not moving.

Roz seared with pain winched and tried to get to her knees, her hand flailed out and caught the edge of a chair avoiding a crash back to the floor.  She pulled herself close the chair and slumped against it, gasping and trying not to pass out from the pain.  She stayed there for many minutes her body telling her no further exertions for a time.  Eventually she twisted about collecting her previously discarded cocktail dress, her arms fumbling and stabbing about for the opening until she got it over her head.  She more or less launched herself out of the chair and crashed against the wall her hands clawing up the wall until she was heavily panting and leaning against it the dress now on, but not zipped up and hanging on her.  The COIL agent inched along the wall, sometimes rolling, her breath heavy with small cries of pain that shot through her.  She was not sure if she would heal from the ordeal, but anywhere was better than this place and the clutches of the deadly woman. She managed to get to the door, open it slightly, then turned to Fala who had not moved from the floor.

‘Sorry to leave in such hurry, but you’ll be able to move again in about 10 minutes and I don’t want to be around when that happens.  I used your own leverage against you, my only option in the end and your only means to trying to finish me; I just timed my thrust better.  ‘As for your present state,’ she said between gulps of air.  ‘The heels of my shoes struck nerve endings around your paradise causing the temporary loss of the use of your legs, the second strike to your neck just increased the paralysis to your whole body.  Next time you upsize your meal make sure you can finish it,’ Roz said as she stumbled out the door to freedom a rematch already forming in her mind.

Web

‘The mission had gone smoothly,’ Roz thought as she dressed. ‘Up until now.’

‘Dahm this Wi-Fi,’ he said. ‘It won’t connect long enough to send the data we retrieved.’

Roz skillfully smoothed the last seam out her hose, slipped on her heels and walked over to him at the desk.

‘Guess we’ll just have to take the data back on a stick, so it’s a few days late, better that than sitting here banging your head against a wall.  Besides, I know something far sweeter you could be banging yourself against,’ she said with a knowing smile before her lips found his and her tongue parted the aforementioned and pushed inside, not too far, but just enough to promise further expansive operations. 

He kissed her back Roz bending one leg up to acknowledge the delight of the kiss before she stumbled a step and he had to catch her from falling backwards. 

‘You never disappoint!’ Roz said catching her breath as she kissed his neck and breathed hotly into his ear, her tongue probing with its tip just enough to make him squirm in her arms as she moved to other parts of his neck, her body, clad only in its camisole rubbing enticingly against his.  A few more kisses and she was at his back, her mouth working its magic on his neck while her hands worked their magic in another place. 

She unzipped his khaki’s slowly pulling out his rope her hands lightly fondling it.

‘This tool is so wonderful; it dances so exquisitely inside me that I have no defense against its throbbing trap.  So, hard and huge,’ she panted as he came to full steel inflexible impressive length.

Roz stroked him with one hand, while she kissed him he running his hands about her ass the alternating feel of the camisole and the hose almost of much as a thrill as the touch of her.

The soft faint sound of a buzzing insect filled one ear, it was only there for a fleetest of moments and then gone.  Roz broke the kiss, smile, nipped his lips then moved in front.

‘Hey if you’d wanted kinky all you had to do was say so,’ he replied calmly as he struggled.

‘Sorry honey bun but fun and games are over, this is strictly business,’ she smiled sexily as her words and meaning took full effect and he began struggling. Roz circled about to check her handiwork and add a little more to it before she faced him again.

‘That should do for now, oh not to worry sugar, more where that came from after a bit, but more of this first,’ she hushed slipping her arms about his neck and kissing him.  He resisted at first but soon succumb to her convincing lips before she broke it off and hugged him.

‘There that’s more like it, no sense in struggling away, my trap has you as I knew it would.  It’s new, designed by me especially for this assignment; you should be honoured to be its first victim.  I needed something you wouldn’t be familiar with or suspect.  Of course, given our close working partnership during this mission I could have taken you at least a dozen or more times, but this mission required a couple, so I played along as per my instructions until we had the data, then I was to complete my mission, namely you.  But that was only part of it, we also wanted what you know and now thanks to you trying to send the data to the enemy we have that Intel as well.  The Wi-Fi is very good actually, it’s just that the jamming device hidden inside my bracelet that prevents it from operating,’ Roz said smiling and showing off the decorative and function bobble.

‘What is this stuff?’ he said.

‘FORCE discovered your treacherous ways from your last mission, so they assigned me for your next.  My mission was to get the data with you, and then get you, this was my means.  A newly designed ring, here let me show you.  The switch is here; just a simple touch of this post activates a small hidden motor inside the ring, that was the ZZZZZZZ sound you heard.  This part, the rail, picks up the thread, it passes through the bridge and connects to the prong.  I even designed a poison needle into the ring as a secondary weapon, simply slide this stone sideways and out it pops.  That could have been my means, but it lacks a little flair, besides once a girl has a new toy, you know she just has to play with it.’

Roz looked at him with alluring eyes before nipping his lips and continuing
.

‘So far the first part, but now we come to the means of your ensnarement, my legs or specifically, what I’m wearing, I gave them the code name Serpentine.  My pantyhose have a small loose fibre at the bottom, just above the top of the heel, the ring is designed to catch it and then feed it into the mechanism for when it’s needed.  All the agent has to do is just make a movement for it, a simple enough distracting gesture, especially when employed against a male agent who just by biology watches in lustful fascination completely unaware of the woman’s real intention.  In my case, a kiss, a bend of the leg, shows universal approval for the kiss and I have my weapon at the ready.  I spooled some out with that step back; take your breath away kiss that you assumed was you’re doing, speaking of which,’ Roz hushed and kissed him, he kissed back despite himself, she was too much to resist.

She could feel his monolith stirring, she rubbed in up and down against her smooth camisole, her hips a slow arousing churn that sent shivers through him.  This time Roz held him in her arms, a tight embrace as she kissed and nibbled his neck and toyed with his ear, her tongue a serpent of passion, she explained more between sessions.

‘My pantyhose are woven from one strand, a special polymer, something like my nail varnish, super strong and nearly impossible to cut.  As I distracted you I spun strands loosely around you then when the time was right I activated the ring it drew in the strands and trapped you in my web wrapping threads up your body in a tight sticky bind.  That’s another diabolical part of my weapon as the thread passes through the ring it removes the micro sealer around the thread allowing the adhesive coating that lies underneath to be activated all I have to do is time my retraction of the line and I have my prey tight and stuck.  Now all that’s left is for this spider to spin her web fully about her prey and entangle you at my leisure.’

‘Your lucky baby cakes, I could have been a venomous spider, a single bite of my lips could have paralyzed you but what fun would that have been.  No, I’m more a sensual spider,’ she   whispered as her one of her nails cut away the thin strand at the side of her panties and she tossed them away with a smile her eyes flashing as she took hold of his stalk and guided it between the slit in her hose wetting his tip with her excited lips before tenderly securing his head just inside her, Roz making sure her grasp was firm enough to hold him.

‘No, No my captured prey, my web, my rules,’ she smiled as he tried to push in and she tilted her hips away.  ‘Huge and hard, but defenseless against a superior opponent,’ she said pushing in a little, her hips swaying to accept him.  ‘Come into my parlour, my touch is sweet, just a little more, there, now still and relax while we get to know each other.’

He could feel her vagina walls working about his partially submerged stem, small pressure grips here and there, he tried in vain to extract his lance but she just giggled and continued.

‘I told you I was a non-venomous spider, I didn’t say anything about other talents, call it a specialized close contact weapon,’ she purred as she pulled a little more of him in.

The Siren Spider Spy swerved her hips side to side as she watched him, her lower lips working on his throbbing rod as she compressed and unconstrained her honey cove languidly encasing more of his root with each passing minute.

‘There pumpkin, tight inside!  A spider’s web can take many forms as can her bite.  I have you knitted into my parlour, tight yet yielding to your motion but totally inescapable thanks to my spinnerets and the paralyzing bite they applied to your monolith. Not to worry my bite only stops motion, not sensation, you can feel everything I do and respond naturally to it,’ she smiled then kissed him as her hips swayed and snaked drawing in and out on his imprisoned prong.

Her kisses and nuzzles only added to his stimulation, his cock pounding inside her silken walls until he spilled, she holding him tight in her arms as her hips, skilled and sweet extracted his essence with deadly precision.

‘There my little fly, release from my ministrations, for now, but your buried deep in my pleasure sack and quite stuck,’ Roz purred as she churned him in a new way and changed up her stance.

‘Something new my imprisoned love bug, a predator needs to find new ways to entice the prey,’ she said. 

Roz moved sparingly, just a twitch of her well-practiced hips every few minutes, her one leg crossed delicately over the ankle of her other was all she need.

‘You see baby buns I don’t need to expend energy to hold you, a subtle turn secures you nicely and gives you ample friction.  Feel free to fight my talents, you’ll lose of course, but try, or perhaps more direct involvement is needed, I have been rather neglectful of my guest,’ she said her lethal lips seizing his.

The spy worked him into a lather, his body damp and musky smelling, she knew he was close a slight turn of her hips coursed his python against her more fully, his tip trapped and ignited in her unrelenting caress, he exploded forcefully into her, Roz let him thrust and thrust expelling his seed and his will until he calmed then she unleashed her attack and brought him to climax again in short order, this time she pistoned her hips, drawing the length of his considerable pillar before circling her hips, his head so close to escape but caught in her clasp before she pulled him back inside and tensed around him only to repeat the process until he came again, his juice splashing against her walls.

‘You’re fighting wonderfully,’ she said as she touched the pole on her ring and pulled in what little slack there was.  ‘Regrettably my webbing has a constrictive element to it, I wouldn’t want you to escape, not when I have so much more web to discharge about you and well no time like the present,’ she said giving him a small nip before releasing his exhausted tube.

Roz moved around him, her body a graceful swirl and flow as she swept from his neck down to his ankles.  She stopped at intervals then continued until one leg was bare and she looked pleased with the results.

‘A spider by nature and what gets caught in my web gets my attention and you have my complete attention.  One more round of me coursing my strands about you to finish the mission and my web.’ She smiled.  ‘But how to spend that time, any ideas?’

Roz continued to work him over in her own way, she and her techniques were very effective in draining away his strength but also at coaxing information from him, her earrings recording his divulgences. 

‘Your fully spent babykins,’ she smiled releasing his spent and limp member to freedom.  ‘Now to complete my web, the second half of which is slightly different.  My remaining web is not sticky, just normal thread that I will spin about you in short order, no the real danger is motion.  You see sweetie, my ring with take the end of the strand and pull it inside and around a small wheel attached to the small motor I mentioned earlier.  A simple turn of this post sets the final part of my part into motion, and that’s the key word pumpkin, motion.  Your slightest twitch will activate the motor and contract the web about you, too much movement and you’re finished in my crushing filaments and neither of us want that,’ she purred then lightly brushed his lips.

The spider took her time, employing her arts to perfection, she spun slowly, sometimes her one leg would waver around his body, moving hither and yon simulating a spider’s leg while her ring trailed the strand around him, but she always had a touch on him just as a real arachnid would.  When she was just about done, she lowered herself down to the floor in front of him then slowly swirled her long legs up his front and around his root, a gentle tender massage hardened him fully.  Their job done her gams wrapped about his waist and pulled him over and down onto and into her, she entwined her arms and legs about him rolled them over attaching the end of the strand to the ring and smiled.

‘My little fly is fully cocooned and fixed now one final embrace,’ Roz whispered in his ear as she began rocking her hips back and forth.  ‘The kiss of the Spider Spy, one final time baby,’ she said closing her lips about his as her body, slowed, stilled, shuddered, convulsed then rocked her body as she gasped and moaned in pleasure, her back doing slow undulating arches as she tilted and ground her pelvis against and about and around his shaft.  She thrust herself into him a final few times and then relaxed and released him from her embrace, activating the ring.

‘Don’t move baby, I’ll be back in a jiffy to say goodbye after I freshen up.’

‘Glad to see you’re still with us.  I called FORCE and they will be here shortly to pick you up, so I suppose you have a choice to make, move and die or stay still and wait to be captured and all that entails.  They choice is yours honey bun.  Here’s something to remember me by,’ she honeyed and closed her lips about his for one final sensuous kiss.  She straightened checked her look in the nearby floor length mirror and smiled at him as he looked at her legs, his body excited still by her.  Roz turned and gave him a fetching look and moved toward the door.  As she did her heard something and a smile crossed her face. 

Dangerous Curves

She moved slowly along the roped off corridor, passing each deity and stopping to offer the proper respects, a hand clasp and small bow at some, deeper and longer meditative bows at others until came to a stop, her hard-soled sandals ending their echoing call inside the large temple, of which she was the only visitor as it was still early morning.   She turned toward the large jewel encrusted statue and slowly knelt; she said a few words under her breath then bowed to kiss the feet of the monolith careful to keep her simple, plain sari from touching the icon.   She swung up and came to her feet, bowed a final time and moved toward the exit, her sandals once again creating an irregular beat as she shuffled until a rapid series of falling bangs and forced closers took over her solitary sound and blocked her way!

‘Miss Hale, wonderful disguise and my compliments you are quite and accomplished actress, even down to the crooked body and the shuffle!  I fear however it has all been in vain, at least as far as you are concerned!’ a woman said as she advanced toward her.

 ‘Pushpa Advani,’ the woman said.  ‘At least C.O.I.L. does me the honour of sending the Head of Women’s Operations for the Asia Sub Continent as my captor,’ Tracey Hale said in mock complimented.

‘The honour is all mine Miss Hale,’ Pushpa said advancing, her avocado green sari flowing as she moved with a serpent’s grace.

Tracey Hale, D.O.O.M. agent took note of the woman, tall, beautiful, strong, as her exposed stomach muscles attested to and deadly!  The cornered spy was itching to find out just who of the two was the more so, her body tensed to strike.

‘I’m afraid the honour of capturing you shall be short lived Miss Hale, as will you.  I do however have it within my influence to make your last moments less than excruciatingly painful.  So, if you’ll just split out the ruby you purloined from the base of the statue we can begin,’ Pushpa smiled holding open her hand.

Tracey smiled back then swallowed.

‘Very well Miss Hale, once you’re dead, I’ll cut you open and get the stone.  All you’ve succeeded in doing is to prolong your agony!’ Pushpa stated flatly as she took several steps back.

Tracey fully tensed and assumed a fighting stance.

‘Oh no Miss Hale, I’m afraid it shall not be me killing you, that pleasure has been reserved for the guardians of the temple,’ Pushpa smiled as she swept her hands around the room drawing the D.O.O.M. spy’s attention to a series of men, ten in all, stepping from the shadows and ringing the room.

‘Their pleasure! It appears the pleasure will be all mine!’ Tracey purred. 

‘Then I shall leave you to your pleasure, enjoy it while you can!’ Pushpa smiled evilly as she turned and walked to the door, clicking a remote that raised then lowered a door as she passed through.

Tracey turned in a circle as the guardians tightened the noose about her.  Her opponents were all a similar height, roughly hers, 5’6’.  They were thin and wiry and most revealingly, all naked, their hairless smooth bodies dancing in and out of shadow as they advanced. 

The D.O.O.M. deadly waited until the last second before cart wheeling forward and past two guardians, both of whom slumped to the floor seconds later, each with one of her former sandals imbedded in their foreheads! 

‘If my shoes can kill, imagine what other lethal surprises await the eight of you!’ she smiled.

Her eyes scanned and selected her next victim as she darted forward, her body a flash of movement!  A step, a faint and a turn and she had him, her head scarf neatly about his neck, a pull and a bracing knee to his back as he fell, she back flipped away undoing the decorative shoulder pin that held her sari together.  The two-ends separated as she landed, the fabric fluttering in the air but not dislodging from her body, her well sculpted physique ensuring it held gravity at bay! 

They rushed at her, some from the sides but most straight on, her pin embedded in the throat of the first in line, her aim true and the poisoned needle deadly!  Tracey smiled, then twirled in place several times unravelling the top of her sari and revealing her generous firm breasts in the process.  Again, she fainted and moved with speed and cunning, both delivering and absorbing blows amongst her opponents.  She lost more of her sari as he danced between them until it slipped from her body and she was naked, the end of the fabric at her feet.  A quick curl of her toes and flip up of her foot landed the fabric in her hand, sudden swift movements drew the noose of death her sari had woven among them tight as she entangled them further while they struggled, some with parts of her garment wrapped about their necks, others strangling their manhood!  Tracey managed to take four of them down; the two that escaped attacked her just as she released her weapon with furious punches to the ribs and stomach of the D.O.O.M. spy!  She cocked her elbow and delivered a blow each to her assailants freeing herself!

‘You’re out of weapons, nude and helpless, curvy woman!’ one of them said.

‘Far from helpless, a naked woman is the deadliest predator alive as both of you will soon find out.  I don’t know where you get your information from, but I’m about to render it invalid!’ Tracey smiled as she attacked.

It soon became clear to Tracey that she’d left the two best guardians for last and they were making her pay for that mistake!  She got her shots in but they got more, sometimes many at once as they hammered her with kicks and punches seizing her gorgeous body in a series of double arm bars whenever she made a mistake wearing her down even more!

The naked glistening woman was tired and it showed, her kicks weren’t as sharp and her punches not as crisp, she was looping them instead of thrusting them straight out, her chest heaved with each exertion, but she remained determined and defiant, she had to, she knew this was to the death one way or the other.

Tracey missed with a kick; her leg was caught and swept forward forcing her off her feet and into a split position on the floor!  Her hands were instantly entangled on the way down by one guardian while her legs were swept behind her and entwined by the other!  They immediately rolled her over and arched her up locking their arms together to secure their prey.  Tracey’s lathered body flexed and squirmed against them as they tried to pull her taut, her formidable physique refusing them the victory for the moment as she worked on an escape strategy; they however implemented their plan of attack faster than she could hers! 

Her naked captors rolled her over once more onto her back, then quickly and neatly sutured their respective toes into her fingers and toes before rising to their full height at either end of the stretched spy.  In one uniform motion, they fell forward, crossing beside each other before their mouths seized her, one affixed to her left nipple and other neatly about her exposed muff!  Tracey danced and wiggled her body doing everything to avoid the two guardians as they began their tactile attack to her luscious naked form!  The D.O.O.M. spy’s gyrations were soon becalmed as she succumbed to the seduction that enveloped her, their techniques expert and artful!  Tracey remastered her body once more refusing them victory, but they were patient and insistent and more importantly they had her at their mercy, her extended body pinned effortlessly by them in their trap! 

‘We can do both the hard and the soft methods of persuasion, your resistance to this method will be as useless as it was to the other!’ one of the guardians laughed.

She could feel her body welling up with pleasure, a pleasure she couldn’t afford to spend at present.

The naked lovely violently renewed her effort to escape, her body thrashing and twisting in a maddening bid for freedom before desire washed over her!  Ten endless minutes her entrenched body strained, her muscles working against the two but soon she was deeper in their sexual snare than before, her dancing form had worked against her!  The guardian about her sex had used her violence to deepen his tongue inside her, so deep he was imbedded softly around and about her clitoris, his skill drawing her willingly to pleasure!

‘He’s got you Tracey!’ she moaned.

Soon the woman was overcome with desirous sensations, her nipples hard and responsive fed her desire as much as the constant washing strokes of her sex.  Small undulations of her hips gave way to long shallow breaths then brief clam stillness before she exploded in pants and yells of joy, the sound dancing off the walls and mocking her in echoes of derision.  Tracey swayed her hips in pleasure, writhing them upward talking full advantage of her captor's marvellous tongues until her orgasm began to subside, before returning them to the marble floor.  Slowly the snaking tongue slide across her breasts until it tenderly enveloped her other nipple, the other guardian his tongue perfectly positioned began to buffet her with warm humid pulses. 

The DOOM spy, her curvy body at their mercy continued her feverish attempt to escape the weakening pleasure trap.  Her increasingly lathered form boiled over in passion with each pass of their tongues, her desperation growing with each heated stroke until she came again, her insane bucking almost, but not quite breaking her free.  The muggy room bore down on her, pressing her deeper into the floor, holding her in place, just as the two guardians did! 

‘I’m the one who usually employs the sexual tactics!’ she thought helplessly was they worked her.

The DOOM beauty battled them again and again, losing each time in magnificent defeat, each loss sapping her strength, draining her powerful body of its talents until after the eighth orgasm she could fight no more.  Swathed, she was aglow in perspiration, her lethal body dripping moisture, she was too weak to fight on, but her partners continued about her.  They soothingly brought her to climax endlessly for the next several hours, draining her body of its danger until it was time to resume her execution!  They rose and reserved the positions they’d started her in, before securing her arms and legs and rolling her over and up in their stretch, this time with no argument from the exhausted woman. 

Tracey was taut for hours, her body offering what it could in way of resistance, but they were winning, their bind was perfect about her in all ways.    Her naked steamy form wormed and worked within their pulling clasp of pain all to no effect except her own stubborn refusal to submit. 

‘I’m too good to go like this!’ she gasped as the guardians now began to twist her spine in opposite directions as they turned their own frames slightly. 

‘Ohh!’ Tracey moaned as she countered their hold, her nude curvy body proving it still was not yet at their command.

‘You’ll have to do better than that boy’s if you want me!  I’ve fought and beat better than you!  Look around, eight of your comrades are dead, soon you’ll be joining them!’ she said through gritted teeth and wincing pain.

She knew they were winning, but it gave her pleasure to say it anyway, it was all true and the mere mention of it gave her comfort, so did the recollection of last month which she began to focus on to reinforce the verbal challenge she’d issued to her executioners.

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 C.O.I.L. had been on her trail since she started that assignment and they finally caught up to her in Rayong, a visit to a local temple had nearly been her undoing.  Hoping to throw C.O.I.L. off the track she’d availed herself and tagged along with a tourist group who were visiting the temple.  She kept a close check on everyone in the group, ranking and rating them as to whether they might be C.O.I.L. agents, although she’d come up empty she kept her guard up inside while maintaining an innocent tourist demeanour on the outside.

It was a brutality hot and muggy day, everywhere people were glistening from the heat including her, so she was thankful for a brief sit down in the shade.  She excused herself quietly from the group for several minutes finding the washroom to splash some water on her face and freshen up a bit.  Her light cotton dress clung to her alluring form tenaciously as she moved along the stone hallway and toward the unforgiving sunlight and the group her stylish heels clicking on the ancient uneven stones until she tripped on a slightly raised slab her hand shot out instinctively to brace her body against the wall and she was gone! 

‘Do not move Miss Hale unless of course you would like your head removed from your shoulders!’ a woman she guessed was in her mid forties said from the comfort of a chair.

Tracey complied holding still with the help of two young women that Tracey guessed were in their late teens both of whom had very long and she knew very sharp fingernails held against her neck on either side.  A nod from the woman and one of the girls pulled away pushed a nail into the spy’s cotton dress between her tit’s, effortlessly she slit the dress open from top to bottom exposing the D.O.O.M. spy’s legendary body.

‘No panties or bra Miss Hale then of course with a figure and firmness such as yours they would be redundant I suppose?’ the woman said. 

Next she was relieved of her shoes and jewellery and her destroyed dress striped from her and discarded.  The girl who did the removing walked over to the woman, bent close, then turned and nodded to the other young woman holding the naked agent.  Taking up the cue the girl pushed a little and Tracey catching on walked slowly forward mindful of the girl’s nails until they came to a stop between two large terracotta brown pots that came to their waists’.
 

‘This temple is also a school for homeless girls, a place where they can come and be safe and learn a skill for later in life.  Some of them, the more promising ones, learn other skills, as you will soon feel!’ the woman smiled in a sinister manner that made the DOOM spy squirm just a fraction.

‘No sudden movements Miss Hale or perhaps you should for soon you will have none!  These two girls, special pupils of mine are skilled in the art of furniture making, wicker furniture and you Miss Hale will serve as their foundation!’ she added.

At that each girl took turns holding Tracey while the other slipped off her simple robe and removed the cover on each pot reached in with a foot and extracting the end of a wet palm strand.  They each deftly tied a loop around each of Tracey’s ankles the spy unable to move in the slightest because of their nails! 

‘The girls use their nails for cutting the wet wicker Miss Hale it’s much faster than stopping to pick up scissors all the time, of course you can see and feel they do have other uses as well.  Once my girls have you under control they’ll release their scissors about you and concentrate on weaving the moist palms strands about your voluminous body!  Once completed I’ll turn on the heating lamps so the wet strands can dry and contract about your curvy body in a cinching bind of fibrous death that even you cannot break my dear Miss Hale!’ she hissed in delight.

The girls began very slowly wrapping her calves and ankles in the wicker, adjusting the strands with their toes with expert precision before catching the rope between two of their toes and sweeping their legs up above their heads. Tracey’s arms were compelled to follow as they each looped her wrist then passed their respective strings to each other through a steel rings suspended from the ceiling.  A few revolutions of her arms and they released her from their claws and stepped back as the DOOM agent went for them with her legs! 

‘Normally I’m sure those lovely legs of yours would make short work of an opponent Miss Hale, but I’m afraid not this time!’

The three COIL operatives watched her strain and pull to break her impressive body free but the wicker, just a few strands of it completely stymied her flexing form. 

‘Think how even more strands will bind you Miss Hale, your vaunted body, so long a nemesis to COIL., will be reduced to paralysing immobility, except of course for the crushing inward pull as the wicker dries!  I must admit it is somewhat a shame to cover up such a work of art, although I think the final creation will be even more impressive that the initial!’ the woman mocked.

‘Then you’d better enjoy me and this picture while you’re still able?’ Tracey sweetly offered dancing her hips to a swaying tune. 

‘Excellent suggestion Miss Hale, I’m glad to see you haven’t let pleasure get in the way of business after all its nothing personal, just part of our respective jobs,’ she answered.

‘I’d do the same if the circumstances were reversed,’ Tracey cooed seductively.  ‘And I am helpless,’ she added.

The woman, Tracey thought her quite fetching, placed her cool smooth hands on the curve of Tracey’s waist just where her hips started and let her hands and arms slide naturally along the divide until they swept out the DOOM spy’s back and around her hard ass cheeks, gentle squeezes from the woman’s hands being welcomed by Tracey’s tensing ass.  Tracey let her explore all she wanted, her touch was skilled and pleasant and it delayed her execution giving her time to think of an escape plan or as she hoped have this woman fall into her trap! 

Slowly one hand slipped into her crack and around to her muff where gentle fingers applied delightful touches of circling and light rubbing techniques to the spy, moistening her already alive body.  Tracey secretly craved bondage scenarios like this one and it took all her mental

efforts not to become too immersed and think of this as just one more game she played with others who shared her passion.

‘No this woman means to kill you!’ she forced herself to remember and put her mind back on track.

The woman’s other hand stepped up her back counting the ridges of her spine as it went with the tips of her fingers until they slowly played with her dangling hair, her assistants having removed her hair clips.   Her smell even from the day’s heat was enticing, her body of lavender, her hair of apricots, she was all the dossier COIL had on her said she was, a beautiful sensual woman with a unique figure, lethal attractive legs and an uncanny ability to win against long odds! 

She nuzzled her neck then pulled away to come face to face her eyes wide and her look hungry.

‘An excellent effort Miss Hale, but before we continue I think I’ll just wipe the slate clean!’ she said grabbing the back of her hair and pulling down before a moist cloth closed about her lips and began a vigorous and protracted wiping of them. 

‘You were nearly mine!’ she scowled as the cloth came away.

‘A favourite weapon of yours Tracey, perhaps too much a favourite as it notes special mention in your dossier!  Now, where were we?’ she smiled. 

‘If I could just get free you’d feel my fury!’ Tracey spat, her body straining to a futile end as she did much to her delight.

‘No doubt Miss Hale you would release that fury in a most inventive manner, but you are not free and to that end girls please continue,’ she smiled backing away as the duo stepped back in.

Tracey was furious once more, she had been foolishly trapped to her mind and then her wiles had been rejected in a preordained game to make her look foolish!  The spy watched the girls pick up a wet thread each and begin, one at her wrists the other, her ankles. 

The girl’s, small delicate creatures began their task with the same slow meticulous attention as before. Tracey remained still during the process; she knew she couldn’t break free at present so she conserved her considerable strength for later.  The two weavers spun their wicker web about her form, sealing the DOOM. lovely inside their coffin of palm strands!  The spy could feel the strands beginning to dry about her already as the two worked until inevitably they tied the last of the strand behind her and departed to their teacher’s side.

‘Excellent work my dears, Miss Hale is bound to perfection with your talent!’ she enthused. 

Tracey was covered in wicker, some parts utterly blanketed so that none of her showed, others parts criss-crossed intricately in patterns that allowed some of her to be seen. 

‘We don’t cover you all Miss Hale, in this way you don’t pass out from skin suffocation, but remain conscious so you can experience the exquisite pain until just near the end, perhaps even long enough to here your own bones break under the pressure of the contracting wicker,’ she hissed in delight.

‘One more thing Miss Hale, as the wicker dries it cools letting off large quantities of heat, your body will be subjected to this, much like a sauna only so much more intimate and ever so closer.  You will be steamed open Miss Hale, the heat sapping your energy and those incredible muscles of yours!  Enjoy the experience, the last of your DOOM career!’ she smiled before turning on the drying lamps, taking each girl by the arm she led them out in triumph. 

Tracey could instantly feel the heat wrapping about her in an embracing coat of warmth.  Almost immediately she was dripping in moisture from her face and her exposed body parts, soon her hair was soaked and clinging to her!  She could also feel the siren call of the contracting wicker and with her strength compromised it met weak opposition from her muscles. 

After an hour, they came to check on her, the girls watched as the woman gave Tracey a small sip of water and a wipe of her lips followed by an exploring kiss that Tracey could barely respond to.

‘The wicker has you deep in its claws even as the steam adds its vaporous venom to the mix I see Miss Hale!’ the woman smiled.  

The woman placed the palm of her hand and Tracey’s head and smiled.

‘You’re very hot Miss Hale but I think I have a recipe for making you even hotter!’

The captured spy reacted at the first flick to one of her nipples by the woman’s tongue, her body jerking reactively to the sensual touch. 

‘An encouraging sign,’ the woman laughed.

Tracey soon realized the woman’s skills were not limited to wicker death traps; she was soon adrift in the sea of the woman’s foreplay!  The COIL agents tongue circled her swelled nipple, the tip of it just brushing the DOOM. agents pink tip, like a maddening feather upon the skin.  Long longitudinal rolls waved over it next, dragging it along until it nearly escaped, but not before a small backtrack by her tongue opened more of the pleasure gates on Tracey!  The COIL agent seized the nipple tenderly between her teeth and danced her tongue back and forth over Tracey’s hardened raisin.  The spy resisted as best she could, but bound and fixed in place she knew she would crumble to this skilfully sexy woman, it was just a matter of time.
 

As her tongue continued its tango about one nipple her hand cupped and massaged Tracey’s other breast, the soft pads of her palm sinking into the hardness of her prey’s nipple before gentle circular rubs of the tip took over!  The DOOM spy, steaming before, was on fire now and the woman sensing it took her easily over the top to a prolonged low moaning climax that she extended for as long as she could!  Tracey had just let the last breath of pleasure escape her mouth when it was filled with a flaming tongue, searing her down to her most primal urge!  The chance to pull away before she was trapped in passion passed by without any effort from her and soon her mouth was being dominated with touches and embraced beyond anything she’d ever felt!

The woman’s hands rubbed and teased away on Tracey’s full breasts while her lips danced and played with the DOOM spy’s mouth.  Tracey, usually the one doing the controlling with her lips was now forced into the subordinate’s role as she tried to defence herself against the woman’s encompassing erotic threads. 

‘I have you totally bound my dear, completely encased to my will.  Why should I let the steam work alone on your lusciously lethal body when I can superheat it all by myself!’ she said dragging the very tip of the edge of her tongue around Tracey’s neck until lapping it into her ear for a few torrid spins.

Tracey hung on battling her soft nemesis with just her mind; her lips were on fire and her tits with smouldering with the relentless pleasure this vixen could deliver!  A few gentle squeezes and a succulent kiss later she collapsed again, the deadly diva doing everything in her power to prolong the pleasure and drain away what little stores of energy Tracey had kept back! 

‘Sex is a wonderful tool for taking the fight of an opponent, so soft, so basic and so easily done Miss Hale!  You were a particularly excellent exponent of it, bending men and woman to your will and then striking with deadly consequences.  You’re much too resourceful to leave anything to chance, and I will add, much too desirable.  When I’m done Miss Hale your body will be drained of any reserves you may be trying to hide, I assure you there are no locks I cannot pick!’ she said flicking her snake like tongue about the spy’s lips before sealing them in hers.

The woman slithered her hands about Tracey’s exposed mound, her fingers feeling the wetness she’d inflicted as she traced about her prey’s lips with each finger. 

‘The trap only gets deadlier as do I Miss Hale, a pleasurable way to spend an afternoon though and a most profitable one for COIL!  Your death will be a hard one for DOOM to replace, full figured agents, despite what some in our profession may say, are the most complete and in my opinion, the best agents!’ she whispered into Tracey’s ear.

The woman’s lips touched Tracey’s and her fingers danced their arousing tango about the DOOM spy’s clitoris as the immobilised spy did what she could to delay her coming orgasm, but with her hips welded into place, she was at her opponent’s whims.  The woman took Tracey’s sex on a roller coaster ride about her finger, soft sliding curves, gentle upward pushes, slow declines, side to side rocking until she was ready for the final downhill rush!  She paused her finger at the summit, teased the trapped agent and then plunged downward taking Tracey into a swirling mind numbing vortex and pleasure that she rode to the very last stroke! 

‘Now to eliminate you completely Miss Hale!  Fingers are wonderful tools, but my tongue is so much softer and pliant and my technique orgasmically crippling!  Just a few more kisses before I depart these set of lips for another Miss Hale.  Enjoy my touch while you can, dangerous though it may be, it is not as deadly as the wicker wrapped about you, soon that’s all you will feel, its never-ending constriction of your weak limp body!’

The woman slipped down and about Tracey’s mound, her tongue guiding itself inside and over Tracey’s button!  The spy felt her body betray her minds efforts to control it as she was stimulated past anything she’d ever experienced!  She felt the pleasure rush on her from every quadrant of her body at once, crashing and rolling over her as she screamed endlessly in pleasure, the woman painting her clitoris with sensual strokes from her master tongue to prolong the joy!  Tracey’s body jerked several times as the deadly appendage stung her for aftershocks until all the pleasure had been wrung out of her.

‘Goodbye Miss Hale, my part is complete; I’ll leave you to the steaming tightening death of the wicker.  Please feel free to scream in agony as you’re crushed!’ she whispered into her ear before kissing her on the cheek goodbye and departing once more.

 Tracey could feel her furnaced body burning up inside the wicker; she could also feel its clinching hold!  All about her the wicker cracked and popped as it dried, her body weakened and limp gamely tried to resist its crush!  Tracey let the wicker crush her; she was too spent and hot to do anything else now, within the hour she was pinched inside her tomb of palms and in growing discomfort! 

‘Just about there, hang on, use your best asset to fight for a few more minutes!’ she moaned.

The spy was hotter than ever, the water dripping off her in a constant stream to the floor.

‘Almost there Tracey, position, ready now!’ she thought as her body exploded with all the power she could muster.

‘One more thrust girl, focus, now!’ she yelled to herself.

Pieces of shredded wicker fell on the collapsed agent as she laid on the floor her body heaving and gasping for air!  She focused on recovery knowing she had little time before the woman would come back and she wanted to be ready for her.

‘I think I have just enough of an edge left to do it!’ she managed to smile.

A few more precious minutes and she pulled herself gamely to her feet, running on adrenaline alone she stumbled and dragged herself into position by the entrance way where the woman would come through.  On the way, she found her discarded clothes and retrieved her earrings should the other two come back with the woman.  Tracey gathered her thoughts and concentrated on her striking position while she waited, all the while listening for the footfalls. 

The DOOM spy barely had time for her next gulp of air when she heard multiple steps coming closer on the other side of the door.  Tracey had just enough time to separate the sounds, her training helped her perceive that the girls were a step behind their teacher, she instantly formulated her plan of attack, as the door opened she swung into action! 

A forceful cup of her hand to the back of the woman’s neck and a strident push threw the stumbling surprised COIL agent ahead of the girls as Tracey launched herself into a forward running series of flips!  A moment after the completion of her first revolution Tracy’s hands sailing upward pushed in the pins of her earrings and released then on there flight!  Her tumbling body began its downward cycle just in time for her eyes to witness the projectiles imbedding themselves into the girls, in the thigh of one and the neck of another!  She witnessed them fall to the floor just as she arrived face to face with her target, the startled woman!  The woman by this time had righted herself and was prepared, delivering a forceful punch to Tracey’s stomach just as the agent landed! 

‘You’ll have to better than that against a full-figured agent, as you say we are the deadliest!’ Tracey smirked before jack hammering her knee into the woman’s mound with such force she collapsed to her knees!

‘You’re all alone; the two girls’ were dead before they hit the ground courtesy of my earrings.  Push the pin for five seconds and it releases tiny hollow needles all around the radius; I chose a very fast acting poison pair to adorn myself with this morning, which brings me to you!’ Tracey purred.

In a flurry of lissom agility, the DOOM agent had her COIL counterpart inverted and entangled in her body!  Tracey held her loose and dangling but still encased within her astounding physique, the woman’s efforts to escape easily repelled.

‘I suppose I should explain my most miraculous escape from your lethal trap before I kill you since one is directly related the other.  Before I was captured I made a trip to the powder room, powder being the operative word.  A recent DOOM invention, in fact I’m the field testing agent, baby powder!  I powdered my entire body to cool myself from the extreme heat of the day, but this powder reacts in a very interesting manner once the body passes a certain temperature, it gathers itself on the wearer’s body and crystallises into tiny pinpoints that harden to extreme sharpness.  The steam and your wonderful sexual skills raised me well past the temperature required, from there it was simply did I have the endurance to withstand the wickers onslaught until it was tight enough about me for the pinpoints to be unleashed with the fury of my body rotation.  Actually, the product was designed to be used against prolonged body holds and as a means of killing during steamy sexual encounters, one more deadly bullet in a woman spy’s arsenal!’ Tracey informed her in a very low predatory voice.

‘Speaking of deadly arsenals my body has you, not too tightly but that’s suits me fine for the purposes of your death!’ Tracey added.

The DOOM spy turned on one of her heels to the left then rocketed back the other way in a full revolution as she counter spun her opponent in her body before releasing her to the floor.  With an almost causal disregard Tracey walked over, pulled her earrings from the dead girls put them on along with the remainder of her accessories and mangled clothes and made her way to the exit before pausing and looking back at the stricken woman.

‘A variation on the ‘Death from a Thousand Cuts’ means of execution, this one happens all at once.

Don’t get up I’ll see myself out,’ Tracey smiled.

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Tracey, her hot festering body still refused the guardians, her training, strength and suppleness keeping the contest close although still very much in their favour!  Slick and glowing from the battle she danced her body to unheard rhythms, her strong hips snaking about as she strained against her iron captors!  She used her entire devastating physique to match them, her legs became both strong and soft against their bodies, her toes stroked and squeezed for muscle and nerve points to attack.

Her hips tilted softly and rolled in waves when needed to keep her in the battle, her breasts jiggled and bounced to distract them.  Her head titled back and rubbed trying to entice one of the guardians closer while her arms strained and slid against her captors. 

The guardians tried once more to twist her curvy form into a corkscrew position and hold her!  Tracey flared wildly in their grip, so much so a shower of moisture flew into the air and cascaded about the three as she frenzied her form to unscrew her naked sweaty body! 

‘You’ll not have me yet!’ she screamed.

The full-figured agent worked and toiled in agitation for more than half an hour before she unscrewed herself.  Her body sensed they’d try immediately and countered their attempt with all her imagination and muscle until they returned to the starting point. 

‘I’m a bigger mouthful than either of you can swallow boys!’ she mocked even as she slithered in their grip hungry for freedom.

They moved again and she counterattacked, her lethal ass contracting and shimming in a hypnotic motion as her back swelled to its full muscular expansion and her stomach muscles pinched to feed her hips energy to battle with but even she didn’t have enough left!  The two got her into position and locked their bodies together, she was trapped for good in the corkscrew position and Tracey knew they’d now begin to tighten the screw down, namely her! 

Tracey’s hips bobbed up and down in a fruitless exercise, the top half of her devoured form was twisted in one direction while the bottom half was going the opposite way!  She tried rolling her body like a wave in theirs, slowly seductively at first and then more frantically until she was rocking the three of them so violently they flipped and spilled about the floor in a knotted tangle!   The DOOM spy convulsed the tangle trio one more time, her body reaching up as if in slow motion yearning for escape, her hips surging in and out at the apex of the motion before ceasing and falling to the floor with a defeated thud!  Tracey watched and heard the liquid form and drip off her nipples and lips draining to the floor from her in rivulets.  She slammed the troika of flesh once again hoping against all odds she could work her nude form free, but she couldn’t and several minutes later her chest heaving from her efforts she ceased her escape attempt for the present. 

 ‘I’m disappointed in you two, all this time and you only have me this much? I hope you two don’t think this is going to finish me?  You’ll have to turn my body more than this to even get my attention.  I don’t know what if anything you were told about me before hand, but I can assure you I’m exceedingly flexible despite my size, my yoga training has equipped me well for situations like this!’ she confidently said.

‘Curvy Yoga is excellent training for a woman of your stature, but it has its limits as do you!’

‘I’m glad to see my skills are well known by COIL, it’s nice to be appreciated.’

‘Known and combated, if you could have escaped you would have by know, your Rubinesqe form has been neutralised, all that remains is for us to devour you slowly, one bite at a time,’ one of them stated.

‘My yoga will make it a long meal for the two of you so I hope you came to this affair very hungry,’ Tracey chided.

Tracey tensed her form to show them her strength, her body, despite her immobility never better displayed, her powerful calves and thighs, so soft and creamy smooth undulating with sinuous power at her command, her stomach, hard and taut, her back and arms defying them with their raw sexy toned athleticism!

The guardians tested her power, adjusting and refining her physique in their grip over hours of work exhausting the DOOM beauty with laborious efforts to counter them.  Her drenched form shinning in the little light the cupola of the dome let in and her scent, hot, fevered and stimulated covered them like a shroud as she wiggled her limbs in theirs.  She attacked them with her arsenal of muscles, never all at once, but in parts, arms, legs, stomach and ass, but she could not break them as she superheated and then orgasmed, her body stimulated to uncontrollable joy!

Tracey felt the screw turn significantly as she moaned, her body enjoying itself too much to counter!

 As she came out of her spell her body danced a little for them before they turned her a little more and she stopped.

‘It appears Curvy Yoga is useless to you now as is your lethal plus sized body!’ one of them exclaimed.

‘When you have all of me then it will be too late, but you’ll find throwing coils around a woman of my build a difficult proposition and until then I’m still in the game!’ Tracey winched as the screw turned again.

The DOOM deadly worked against them with everything she had, all her wiles and knowledge poured into resistance and survival against the guardians as she flung her powerful form into motion, her strength moving the pile of bodies as before into position for one final attempt!  Her hips loaded and reloaded in a swaying motion as she gained momentum into a final mind numbing thrust, she pushed their body’s vertical and the guardians to their feet along with their inverted and still captured prey! 

‘Time to see what you two are made of!’ Tracey smiled.

Twisted and inverted she was in the perfect position, just as she had planned.  Her hips tilted up and danced downward, not fast but in slow circles until she felt contact and smiled!

‘I’d thought you’d be!’ she exclaimed.

Her remoistened pussy sucked in his tip and then slowly crawled down his shaft cementing itself to the walls of his massive cock as she drew about him!  His pole secured in her grip; Tracey tightened her muscles and began her dance.

‘Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about you, everybody gets a turn,’ she laughed as her lips found the other guardians tip and began coddling it.

Slick and hot the spy worked her seduction on them, her body jiggling and bouncing as she worked in their still taut hold.  Tracey poured all her reserves into the encounter, leaving nothing behind, her body was deadly in many ways, this was just one more as they were finding out!  Ten minutes past and she was still encased, she changed her stroke and touch to a large oval revolution of his shaft while her lips freed his members as she lightly nuzzled, rubbed and kissed it.  Still nothing after another five minutes and she was exhausted her rhythm faltering more than once as she became increasing tired and desperate.

‘Cum you bastards!’ she screamed in her mind just as she felt the quiver about her.

The orgasm lasted a long time and when it was finished she was limp, her body unable to answer her muscles.

‘Don’t feel too bad curvy woman you didn’t know we are all eunuchs so sex does not work against us, but we have developed a way for it to work against you.  Our cocks are waxed and then gelled with a muscle weakening poisoning!  We were hoping you’d try to use that method to escape as have so many others before you, all unsuccessfully!’ one of them said before they unscrewed the hold and let the woman fall to the floor. 

Tracey couldn’t believe what she was hearing but the proof was indisputable, she was numb.  It hadn’t even occurred to her that such an outcome was possible, she was the sexual predator and all men up till this point merely easy prey, now the tables had been turned and she wondered what was next for her. 

One of the guardians reached out and picked up her sari, carefully unravelling the silk he stretched it to its full length then proceeded to wet it in the pools of sweat Tracey had expanded during her long battle.  He let it absorb the moisture while he and his fellow guardian attended to their limp victim.

 The naked woman was sat up as the two lubricated her with more of her spent bodily liquid, rubbing it deeply into her until she glowed.

Tracey screamed at her body to move, but the drug with imbedded much too deeply to be dislodged by mere will alone.  All she could do was watch their hands slip everywhere about her in preparedness for her death.  She watched as the lifted her by her arms and legs and moved a few feet, her beautiful body bouncing as they stepped. 

She was meticulously placed on the floor on her back and watched by one of the guardians while the other retrieved her sari.  They were done in no time, her former dress, once her weapon against them was now their means of killing her! 

‘You are noted for your flexibility and pain threshold spy; this will exceed all those markers.  Your Curvy Yoga should keep you conscious long enough for us to hear your screams of pain about our temple, we will try not to let it disturb our victory celebration!’ one of them said.

During their conversation, the other walked over to the wall and pulled a small lever activating a panel in the ceiling.  Instantly Tracey was enveloped in intense sunlight.

‘Your sari will serve as your means of death!  As the sun dries the silk will contract and crush you to death in its twisting mass of coiling beauty.  You have been tied in such a way as to restrict your movements so you can’t fall out of the suns rays once the drug escapes your system!’ he smiled as they left the shrouded woman. 

The DOOM lovely was trapped in a well constructed fabric knot; her arms hooked under the knees of her extended legs, her hands tied into position behind her head with the fabric.  Tracey’s legs were straight out from her body and off the ground, her sari tied around her ankles, looped under her ass between her cheeks and up her back to join with the other end behind her neck, a band around her forehead to hold her head stiff and erect.  The rest of her sari was entwined around her legs and chest making movement difficult and soon, she knew impossible! 

Positioned and pinned to perfection the DOOM agent flexed and flexed her scrumptious wet glowing body against her sari as the blazing sun droned endlessly down on her, drying her out.  Her former sari drew about her quickly; it’s crushing smoothness effective even against a woman of her sexy size and strength!  Her constant body tensing was no match for the combined strength of the silk threads, she soon found herself gasping for air as the sari crushed about her chest!  Tracey worked her hips as best she could, employing all her muscle control as she gasped violently and suddenly several times until she had it!  Her tongue pushed it out and between her lips where she held it still and forced her neck to the right angle the silk instantly contracting as she did.

While she baked in the heat and struggled to maintain her position the jewel captured the light, reflected and intensified it into a sharp focused beam and onto the silk!  Tracey fought for air and time, her body fighting with all it had, her size and power always useful and now the only thing keeping her alive!  She shut the pain out and worked to free herself even as her breathing slowed and she was fighting to stay focused until she could feel herself fading!

A final explosion of rippling muscle and a massive uncoiling of her body torn the silk apart! She landed on her stomach, her body heaving wildly as her lungs gulped in the stagnant air of the temple, grateful even for that.  She lay there weak and spent from her ordeal, hours and hours of endless entrapment had almost finished her.

‘Almost, that’s the best DOOM has ever done with me I think and still it’s not enough.  My Rubinesqe form and my curvy yoga are hard to defeat, even for the best of opponents, but once again the bad girl wins!’ she smiled.

Tracey forced herself to her feet, picked up the gem an inserted it into her bellybutton before strategically wrapping what was left of her sari about her dangerous form. 

‘I’m too weak to finish off those two, besides I have the prize I came for and really their minor players in the game.  Pushpa is the real prize, but she must wait as well.’  Tracey mused before she quickly exited the temple. 

Timing is Everything

Sharon strode by him her negligee giving him nothing but heart palpitations.  She circled him a few times one arm straying out and touching his shoulders then moving about the back of his neck as she swirled behind him before her nails played an arpeggio across its back and onto his far shoulder where she cupped and palmed her hand against his hot cheek before sweeping into his arms, her arms twining about his while her hips shimmied back and forth against his pelvis as her body worked into his expansive embrace.  She felt his hands draw down her sides and around the small of her back before dropping down and cupping her full cheeks.  She sighed as he rocked them side to side and up and down, her mound grinding his titanic obelisk to full alertness.

Their lips came together, Sharon working her maddening tongue inside his and lighting the fire fully.  She pulled her lips away smile and slowed the dance, the next series of kisses slow and wet as she swayed her body against his. She undid his shirt depositing a single kiss to each part of skin she exposed before she relieved him of it.  Expert hands next released the belt buckle and opened him up the slide of her fingers on the zipper and the lick of her lips as fixed her eyes on his told him what was coming.  He helped her with the rest of his clothes then he removed her garment, but did not discard it instead he carefully folded it several times lengthwise and then fitted one end between her thighs and continued with the long piece draping it around her breasts a few times before coming close to her again.  They kissed and wormed against each other, tongues enflaming each other inside their mouths and outside about necks and ears.  Sharon reached down and caressed his elongated stem in the fabric, it pulsing actively in her hands.  Slowly she felt the fabric begin to slip about her, the wonderful feel against her erogenous zones and seeing him pull the strings as he tugged the fabric stimulated her, she climaxed as he watched the fabric trail about her full form then finally fell free of her.

Without a word, he slipped back into her arms and then moved to the bed, his cock working into her moist paradise with several pushes.  His swollen root began to probe her as her walls tightened about it and she adjusted to give him maximum friction.  She spilled him seconds later then shifted positions and regripped his member as she turned and undulated slowly at first then with increased pace until he climaxed again, a long moan of joy escaped as he was draining, she rocking her hips and arching to keep it going.

Sharon enjoyed one more orgasm before they uncoupled and rested before taking a shower.  The water felt good and soaping each other was better.  Several more joining’s prolonged the cleaning time.  As he finished soaping her back his hands slide down the watery slide of her curves and about her ass.  Sharon tilted her head back and kissed him.  He kept up the fondle and she knew what was coming.  She reached behind her back and found his branch, not yet fully hard, but in her hands, nothing stayed limp for long.

“I’m not a fan of this position, I’m vulnerable to him, but appearances must be maintained, I’ll just ensure I take precautions.  Anal has its advantages to the female as well.  Once inside I control motion and release, he’s trapped inside me as long as I have control, let’s see how long he can last in my grip,’ she thought as he worked in and she placed her hands above her and around his neck, a single nail poised to scratch if he moved the wrong way.

They kissed as he started the motion but she took control when he spilled.  Sharon danced him about as she churned his rope to another draining and another.  She pushed him against the marble wall and pressed back while she danced, the water cascading them as she worked.  Up and down and side to side, she pulled and stroked his twitching rod, almost but never letting it escape.  The spy drew his juice out of him; draining his resistance to her.  His trapped appendage surrendered one final fantastic climax before she kissed him and relaxed her weapon and he escaped.  They kissed a few times and she exited all smiles he limped out while she was at her tableau preparing her body for dressing.

Sharon had dried and styled her hair and powdered her body she was just finishing her make up when he appeared.

 ‘You are a most wonderful lover,’ he said as he looked at her beauty in the mirror.

‘Compliment returned,’ she smiled and looked up at him with a wanton smile.

He kissed her as she come out of the chair into his arms then began attacking him with kisses and rubbing her body against his all about.  Circling about him as she did until finally she sat down again at her table and leaned back fully her mouth kissing the end of his tip as she looked at him then began to consume his manhood into her kiss.  He moaned and buckled but somehow managed to fall forward his arms catching on the sides of the seat bench of the tableau.  His mouth found her paradise; Sharon gave a little squeal of surprise before her legs relaxed and opened.  She was more than ready and climaxed fast and long, again she came and again, he was hard to, but tired and she used several techniques to finally pull one from him and relieve herself.  Carefully she brought her legs up and around him as she worked.

Sharon waited until he came then sat up, her thighs securing his head in soft steel as her legs came between his and pulled him free of her mouth.  She contracted, her deadly legs pulling him backward over himself cutting off his air and keeping him silent.

'That was so much fun lover, but this is business. You’ve been hanging around and doing business with the wrong people baby.  So, COIL had to take action.  I wondered how long it was going to take for you to notice me in the office; my cover seems to have worked well, very well.  A plus agent sometimes moves inconspicuously in the world, people tend not to notice us, but studies have shown that men like a little more to a woman at times.  Tell me is that so now baby?' Sharon cooed.

‘And here we are all alone on your estate far away from prying eyes and other agents, thank you for inviting me instead of me having to kill you in the office or you’re in-town apartment where we could be interrupted.’

He was exhausted from her pleasuring, part of her plan and trapped in her legs, sexy and sinuous they gave her a means of attraction and death.  She pulled him back over himself, her crushing thighs cutting off his air while her free limbs tightened about him with endless pressure.  The constrictor finished her prey off several minutes later and relaxed and released her victim.  She was just about to dress when there was a knock on the door, apparently, they were not alone.

The spy made for the patio doors and escape, not bothering with clothes, it was a short distance around to the woods and then she could circle around hotwire a car and be gone before they could fine her.  Into the pitch-black night, she made, closing the doors silently behind her. 

She made it to the edge of the woods then sprinted about the edge and then in, the night so dark she could not see much of anything, she could only feel the gravel path under her feet.  She dodged left, off the path and onto the cool night grass when suddenly the ground gave way and Sharon fell into a pit up to her neck, she extricated herself in an instant but the damage

was done.  Sharon was covered in Snails from her neck down that stuck to her no matter how she tried to remove them. 
  

‘A small weapon, but in numbers unbeatable Miss Sharpe.  They attach themselves to anything they encounter then they secrete a paralysing toxin to still the prey then the victim is coated in glue that once it hardens crushes and cracks the prey open for feeding.  Your fate is sealed Miss Sharpe in more ways than one,’ a female voice said that Sharon did not recognise, not that it mattered.

The plus beauty fought to her feet her body totally masked in snails.  She tried to move but the sheer volume of the creatures made motion nearly impossible.  The COIL operative slowly fell to her knees her body fighting a cloaking shroud of poison within it.  A few minutes later she collapsed onto her side a faint rolling of her companions firmly pasted to her the only indication of her faint body flexing. Several minutes later she lay still on her back a mass of deadly creatures moving about her.

‘The Secretion Snails toxin in fast acting, even for a plus, you’re totally numb Miss Sharpe so within minutes the snails will release their gluey binding agent.  A flood of viscous paste will seep into every nook and cranny of your curvaceous form sealing you inside its golden cocoon of cooling constrictive death,’ she soothed in delight.

Sharon could not feel their deadly gelatinous trap being released but then seconds later she saw the results as the golden emollient flooded out between the small pockets of space between the snails covering them and her.  The snails released and floated off her body with the running goo leaving the spy’s naked golden coloured body fastened to the ground.

‘Impressive form, I can see the report was correct about you.  However, I think I should make an adjustment to our file on you.  By the time your torment is over, I will have to re-list you as several sizes smaller,’ she laughed.  ‘Goodbye Miss Sharpe, oh don’t get up.’

The seductive plus lay cooling on the grass covered in the congealing and minimizing shroud that clung to her body like a tenacious lover, a lover intent on finishing her over time.  Her hands were too gummed up to move as were her toes even with feeling returning to them she could not free her fingers on toes to allow her nails to shred the veil crushing her.

‘DOOM has certainly thought of everything this time Sharon, you’re in a real jam,’ she said between small gasps for air.

 She could feel her body again the toxin having worn off but it was of little use, she had very limited motion.  She fallen and rolled with the last of her strength so that she was in an arched position, bowed up from the ground, strands of the binding agent had dripped off her luscious form and onto the grass forming a series of stalactite structures around the arch. Those structures were now contracting and pulling her to the grass carpet.  Sharon fought back her hips dancing just above the blades, slow circling motions and tilts; it reminded her of Batgirl caught on The Cat’s Whiskers, her body twisting sexily as it tried to escape.

‘I need to hold on for another hour,’ she moaned as the bind clamped around her harder. ‘OHHHH’ she moaned in a low shallow breath followed by panting as she struggled for air to feed her resistance.

 By the end of the hour her body was displayed perfectly inside the transparent cocoon, every muscle of her athletic figure rippled inside the clutching embrace of her second skin.  Breathing was getting difficult and she could feel the battle slipping from her command as the Snails Iron Maiden reduced her further.  The spy opened her mouth to scream but could not find the air even for that as the vice grew impossibly taut.  She felt her ribs push in and up, her shoulders inward were at the breaking point, she swallowed a drop and then another and then another until soon the deluge came.  She pulled and heaved expending her last until she rolled over and onto the rough gravel path.  Franticly she rolled back and forth and rubbed until she could feel a little freedom.  The spy kept at it until she could free her hands.  She quickly peeled the deadly cocoon from her nude for, her body drinking in the night air.

‘Thank goodness I checked the weather for tonight, it not only tells a girl how to dress, but in a pinch, it can also be a lifesaver.  If that rain had been any longer I would have been finished, luckily the weatherman was right for once and that sudden downburst loosened the ground enough to allow me to pull free, my arch creating the pooling effect I needed, mission complete and now to blend into the darkness again.’

Enmeshing Beetle

The deadly diva parted her mouth and explored inside his with her tongue as she kissed him. The Enmeshing Beetle was a deadly foe several of her sisters had met their fate.  He sprayed a waxy gel that clung to its prey and rendered them helpless and dead from skin suffocation in hours.  COIL had not come up with a solvent for it so Sharon was helpless if he attacked her.  She however had a few traps of her own and the skills to employ them silently.  Her tongue active and deceptive hid her true agenda, her nails, filed and scored were shear and stylish and decorated with a special tint just for him.  Delicately the spy skimmed them along the edges of his shell until each nail caught an edge.

‘That’s right baby enjoy my kisses, stay in my spell while my nails work in under your shell just enough to do the job,’ she though as she kissed her wet mouth everywhere it needed to be.

Sharon guided her nails in deeper with each kiss until his cock came between her legs, she closed her thighs about it and rolled it about with a smile as she kissed him.

‘I can make any man and for that matter any Malesecta cum just about any way I desire, I can feel you’re more than up for the challenge.  Just relax we have all night, let me lead,’ she cooed sexily.

Sharon looked him in the eyes as her hips started to churn slowly about, her tongue danced into his mouth at prescribed intervals lighting him on fire.  She moved in and out pulling his stem forward and back as it glided on the soft rails of her inner thighs.  It took only a minute for Sharon to dominate the Malesecta in the dance.  Light feather touches and swirling rolls took over as did she his mind fully on the pleasure she was delivering.

The hypnotic jesters of her ass drew one set of hands to her ass which she welcomed with a gasp of and a second soon jointed then in a caress.  His final set found her tits, full round firm moulds her nipples extended and tenderly responsive to the slightest of touches.  Sharon focused her mind as her hips danced, pulled and lightly squeezed her seduction about his extensive tool.  The seductress made a few adjustments and felt the results.

A torrent of his waxen gizsom exploded plastering the wall behind her, Sharon worked her hips shuddering more from him in jet streams that further coated the wall. Deftly she released his imprisoned man turned herself 180 degrees and captured it again her thighs clutching it again as her hands closed about his visible exposed shaft that she did not cover.

The Plus spy leaned in and tilted her head back to his awaiting lips.  He was hungry for her and devoured her mouth as she had hoped.  Her hands and thighs worked a double action on his extensive wang, its vastness allowed a variety of motion variations designed to keep him hard and spellbound.  His hands were arousing her and she was close to orgasm, and orgasm she could not afford to have.

‘Ohh your magic baby, oh yes there,’ she moaned.  But it was her talents that won the day and gave a reprieve.

His stem fired full force as Sharon held it firm and safe in her hug.  He covered the wall Sharon directing his discharge about and she wrung him for more and more as he convulsed in joy.  The plus saw the wax and knew he was preparing it for her a sudden forward thrust from his body that would push her into it and a fix her permanently to it.  From there she would be sprayed until covered, his game was clear, sexual fun and then death as he sprayed she’d be trapped in the wax.

‘This fly has one more flight,’ she told herself as he moved her toward the wall.

She surprised him as her thighs opened and her head went down and around his prong. He stopped dead as her mouth slid onto his tip in a slow rolling fashion.  Sharon countered her weight forward to steady them; she had no intention of slipping off now that she had his full attention.  He amplified to full length and hardness, a rock in her mouth within seconds.  Sharon licked his shaft, his residue was honey flavoured and sweet, her tongue lapped it up slowly, the tip of her tongue curling up and over as she swirled over his rod. She thoroughly covered every part of his shaft and when he was clean she closed solicitously about his head and travelled down pulling him into her warm wet mouth as she swallowed him.  He wobbled from her administrations but she steadied him as her head pistoned back and forth priming his pump for one more explosion.

His hands fondled the tresses of her chestnut coloured hair as she worked moving with the motion of her head.  Her hot mouth and skilled tongue soon had him pulsing as his hips flexed back and forth.  A slow drip of honeyed wax found Sharon’s taste buds; she swallowed and knew he was close.  She lapped up more then closed over him and pulled slowly out, the force of her wiles had the cum chasing her, she pulled her mouth away just as he ruptured.  Her hands clasp and directed the deadly wax about then just as she suspected he pushed her hard.

Only the spy was far too cool for him and had expected it, she tucked her head between her legs and summersaulted under him coming up behind and shoving him into the wax.

She stepped back and smiled as he pulled himself slowly from the wax.

‘A nice try but you must know I can’t be trapped in my own wax, you however can be,’ he menaced as he advanced a few steps.

‘I’m waiting baby, come and get me,’ she said after a while. ‘Playing hard to get, then I guess I’ll just have to come to you,’ she added then sauntered over and slipped her arms around his neck, his cock back between her thighs.

‘Just like old times,’ she smiled and kissed him softly, then walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer.  ‘Yes, these will do nicely,’ she said and returned to her former lover and position.

‘Still ready for more I can feel,’ she smiled and nipped his lips as he swelled to his former gargantuan erection held tight by her constricting legs. ‘Now down to business, how did I do it? Well I’ll leave that guess to you if you care, notice anything different about me?’ she waited and got no response.

‘Maybe this will help,’ Sharon said as her kiss took him and her hips rolled his throbbing worm around before slipping her arms free his eyes widening as he saw how she accomplished it.

‘Something open yet hidden in the throes of passion, false nails!  A synthetic resin actually, I had them specially made with you in mind.  Any woman’s nails would be far too fragile once grown and filed to the required thinness and edge to slip in between the small plate openings of your shell, the pressure required to insert them would either mostly likely break them or alert you, the result a failed mission and we can’t have that baby,’ she said kissing him again.  These false nails are painted in place with a double coat of nail varnish, the first coat works on the nervous system as slow paralytic that is why you can’t move and the reason for my relentless working of your prong, your accelerated heart sped the toxin faster than normal.  The second varnish will explain my means of death for you, these appear to be normal pantyhose except for one added feature, nearly invisible polymer strands have been added about the circumference a simple pull activates them and they contract,’ she whispered hotly into his ear.

A few soft kisses later she continued.  ‘I know you’re thinking your shell will protect you after all it’s nearly impossible to crack hence our inability to finish you off.  Now this brings me back to the first coat of varnish, a shell softener, right now your protection is softening by the second, more than enough for my hose to constrict and finish you.’

Sharon unravelled the first pair and secured them about his form.  A second, third and fourth pair followed, each stretched and wound about him until she was happy with her trap.

‘My webbing will finish you in short order but until then,’ she said stepping about him and dancing her thighs as she kissed him.

Her hose were working on him but so was she, he came feverishly Sharon machine gunning her hips to drain him until the last of his honey wax sluggishly dripped to the floor.  She reached behind and ran a finger along his cock then placed it in her mouth and sucked.

‘Goodbye baby you were sweet while it lasted. 

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Do Over Part 2

‘Then let’s get started and I can think of no better place than with your nails, they say a lot about you and they say things to others about you as well.  From there we’ll progress but firstly you need to choose a style,’ Wendy explained as she called up a selection on her tablet.

Arlene looked them over, her eyes darting back and forth until she was torn between oval and almond.

‘I like these two, but if I had to choose, it would be oval,’ she answered.

‘Excellent choice, that or the almond.  They convey professional, but stylish, but of course that can all be ruined by your choice of nail polish, so what will it be?’ Wendy said opening a side panel of her cosmetics case to reveal numerous choices.

Arlene was unsure. ‘Hope you don’t mind my asking but what will the scenario be this time?’

‘You see, you have instincts you didn’t even know you had.  Excellent question, just like your clothes everything must be accessorized for the event.  It will be the same location.’ Wendy informed her.

Arlene waivered back and forth between shades of the same colour scheme before picking Opal.

‘Why that choice, remember think like you’re an agent already.’ Wendy said.

‘It’s a classy place, it was full of people who were professional, they all dressed really well, conservative, but stylish.  Anything that stood out, a bright colour say might single me out as a bit of an outsider, maybe put people off I think, this colour seems to declare to me anyway a toned down yet stylish professional, but sill feminine,’ Arlene answered.

‘Where was this woman before,’ Wendy smiled.  ‘Now begin by shaping your nails, don’t worry, I’m here to help,’ she added as the spy handed Arlene a nail file.

‘Flare your fingers so you get a prospective for each nail as you file, good then point one and work on it, excellent,’ Wendy offered as way of encouragement.

It was slow going at the start but Arlene got better and her pace improved enough to impress Wendy.

‘Now for your other nails, take just as good care of them as you do the others.’

Arlene knew enough to round them but leave just a little over the edge of the toes, she needed no prompting from Wendy.

‘I’ve never done this part,’ Arlene said very hesitantly as she took the bottle.

‘Good as time as any, you’ll be a pro in no time.  Just take your time and even strokes, always away from you, smooth if you have to, no ridge lines,’ Wendy advised as she shook the bottle and handed it to Arlene.  With one or two helpful hints Arlene mastered it and she soon finished both sets.

‘What a vast improvement and we’ve barely begun,’ Wendy mused happily as they waited for the polish to dry.

‘Let’s see what we have in this closet in terms of clothes that don’t have a school marm look to them.  Well that was easy, nothing,’ she said closing the door.  You should be dry by now come on we’re going shopping!’

‘I don’t have this kind of money to shop along this street!’ Arlene said in alarm wondering what she had gotten herself into.

‘Not to worry, this is on me, I consider it an investment in both our futures,’ Wendy smiled as she held the door open.

‘What can I help you with today,’ a smartly dressed woman said as she addressed Wendy.

‘Nothing for me thanks, my niece needs a few things.  She’s attending a small gathering this Saturday at 88 Club and I want her to look, well smashing.’

‘Afternoon or evening,’ the woman asked looking at Arlene who realised what the girl must thinking of her as she stood there in her baggy clothes.

‘Evening,’ Wendy answered and the girl led her toward possibilities within the store, Arlene kind of tagging along as the afterthought.

‘Let’s look at her colours first, are you going to do anything with hair colour or style before?’ she asked Wendy.

‘A nip and snip here and there, nothing with colour she has fantastic chestnut brown hair already, gets that from me.  As for style, I want a few more curls in it, but nothing obvious that says so if you follow, again, such fantastic thick hair.  I’ve always told her with a little care and fussing, well you’d have hard time keeping it that way with all the men touching it, but did I get listened to, of course not, but now with this crisis looming who gets turned to,’ Wendy said in a light hearted voice.

‘Yes Aunt Wendy is such a help,’ Arlene added trying not to sound too strained.

‘I agree about the hair and of course, you’ll take care of the makeup seeing as, if you don’t mind my saying, you’re so well put together,’ the attendant added.

‘Yes we did her nails this morning, so to at least give something back to the clothes,’ the spy added.

‘Excellent colour, choice and shape, very professional, let’s see what we can add to that,’ the saleswoman said as Wendy nodded to Arlene regarding the compliment.

She came back with about 6 or 7 dresses and The Brannock Device to get her shoe size.  She disappeared again and came back in a flash.  ‘The dresses are all hung up in the change room I’ve placed some shoes in there as well, several varieties and styles just to get an idea to go on.  Please this way Miss,’ she said addressing Arlene for the first time.

‘You see, respect is starting, she was impressed by the manicure and also I saw by how wonderful your feet were, size and shape, wait till she sees what comes out from that door,’ Wendy whispered as she closed the change room door.

‘Arlene put on the first dress, picked the shoes she liked, fluffed and teased her hair a little as she looked in the full length mirror and made a few adjustments.  She noted with some humour and reflection that she had never done that before.  Unaccustomed to heels she wobbled a little as she opened the door using the frame to balance herself.

‘Oh my, I’m so sorry,’ the sales girl said and darted away, Arlene looked upset.

‘Nothing to worry about my dear, she’s embarrassed, she made a very bad mistake regarding you and has run off to fix it.  That’s gives us time to work on your walking.  It’s difficult at first, we all go through this, now just heel, toe, firm level measured steps, here take my hands,’ Wendy offered as she guided Arlene back and forth until she was more steady.  You turn two ways, one on the heel, like this, or on the flat like that,’ Wendy demonstrated, each has there uses as you will learn.  Just getting ahead of ourselves a little, I’m not a big fan straps on shoes, makes them too hard to come off when you need them to,’ she added as the girl returned.

‘So sorry Miss, my mistake completely on the clothes, I think these are a much better starting point,’ she said.

Arlene told her it was ok and disappeared coming out a few minutes later.

Wendy came to her feet instantly.  ‘Oh my,’ was all she said as she walked around Arlene then the attendant led her to the three way mirror.  This comes in a charcoal as well, slightly different cut with a gauze tail right about here on the legs and full length on the arms.

‘You look insane in that dress Arlene, just a few nips and tucks to fit you.  I love the way it sweeps in at the front with this little cut here allowing the legs to flash in and out and to cross themselves, she said.

‘Yes, it pulls the woman in tighter visually, adds sexy contours, not that you need it Miss, your figure is outstanding and honestly this dress is such a tease for your legs, but I have some others I want you try on so I can show you what I mean. 

‘I like these shoes, but do you have something, hope I’m expressing this right, in the same heel but with a taper to them?’ Arlene asked and Wendy smiled.

An exchange of shoes, more dresses and shoes, a pile of rejects and pile of accepts and Arlene had a basic wardrobe, so put on one outfit that fit her perfectly to wear, the baggy clothes resigned to the garbage.

‘I’ll have a person come by for these a little later, we need get her hair done and accessorise. Thank you so much for all your help,’ Wendy said as she paid.

‘Are you crazy? That was more than 4 grand of clothes!’

‘You should see my closet at home.  Soon enough you’ll be thinking of those purchases as everyday clothes compared to what FORCE with deck you out in.  If you’re worried about the money, don’t be, it gives me pleasure.  Now, I want you to watch how your treated from now on, no more tag along in the background, you’re now front and centre so begin using that,’ Wendy instructed as they entered the hair salon.

Right away Arlene was greeted and asked what so would like.  She repeated what Wendy had said having though about it and deciding she liked the idea.  Her stylist showed her a few pictures of what she was describing and they agreed on what to do, she also recommend her eyebrows be done.

‘It will hurt a little but a guarantee the slightest movement of them will destroy the will power of any man you desire,’ she explained and Arlene agreed.

Wendy took a seat and waited her last look a happy one as Arlene elegantly took her seat her legs crossing perfectly as she did.

‘Total instinct,’ she thought.

Her hair done, instructions on how to maintain it and a few products for that purpose the duo made their way to their next destination more than a few looks coming their way as they walked along.

‘A little uncomfortable at the attention?’ Wendy asked.

‘A little, just because I’m not used to it.’

 ‘That Arlene wasn’t, this Arlene better get used to it, after all you’ll need it in the future.  Next we’re getting a purse or more specifically a clutch.  I should tell you I’m not a big fan of purses, although they do come in handy in a fight,’ she mused before continuing. ‘I’m more a clutch girl and just my opinion, I like a certain size, which I will point out to you, but the choice is yours, so don’t be bound by what I like.’

‘We have clutch and size rules?’ Arlene asked.

Wendy though hard for a minutes before answering. ‘You and I are bigger girls, even though we’re not clumsy, clunky or whatever there could always be that perception.  In my experience and those of my predecessors, the ones who trained me, a purse is a bulky unattractive accessory that just reinforces that stereotype.  As for a clutch, it’s elegant, chic, stylish and sexy, but again the size is the thing.  A big clutch, just refer to what I said before, but the right sized one, believe it or not, it’s a turn on for the male,’ she added. ‘Keep that in mind when you’re looking at them, colour is also important, basic black white or variants thereof are my personal preference, but don’t be swayed by me.’

Wendy did as she said and showed Arlene the size she liked and why.  Arlene could see why when she compared them and looked into the mirror.  The ones she liked Wendy put aside but not before the trainee noticed the prices and gave her a look.

‘Good quality has a price and style is never cheap and neither are you,’ she answered.

Arlene took the advice, a basic black and a basic white but she picked two others as well, a teal and a deep red, they were a little more modern and gave her a flair she thought. 

‘That was quick.  You’re getting much better at this.  That tells me you have confidence in your style and are starting to see and know what you look good with and it took no time at all.  As I said before, once you change what’s upstairs the rest just follows,’ Wendy explained. ‘One last stop and here we are and this time no looking at prices, this is my treat,’ she added as the doorman welcomed them.

‘Question time.  What do you think makes a great ensemble for the dress you plan to wear?  Think about that as you look.  Like before this is on you to decide.  Think about what you want to project, your personality, your taste, things like that, be comfortable in your choices.  Now off you go, come and get me when you’re done.’

Arlene having only ever had earrings and basic studs at that looked about the display cases but her eyes quickly glazed and she was at sea and could feel panic setting in over her uncertainty.

‘No, this is what you did before, you ran, no more, look how far you’ve come in not even a day, be confident, ask for help.  Is that guy looking at me?’ she thought to herself as from somewhere she did know he had, her head turned and tilted and she gave him an acknowledge smile that said I caught you.

She approached a display case and before she could even ask, a women, very well appointed was there asking her what she would like to see.  Arlene explain and described her dresses, the black one and the white one, adding with a smile and a little laugh that she was undecided on which to wear so she’d thought she’d cover both bases just to be sure.

‘We could do what I like to call a Harlequin arrangement, the opposite for each dress, black for the white and white for the black and nothing is more timeless than pearls.  Let me get a few things if you’ll come with me I can get you a tea or a drink of your choice and a place to sit so we can do this in a more comfortable setting,’ the woman explained and led the way to semi private seating arrangements.

She was back in a flash with earrings, choker, bracelet and a ring.  Arlene loved everything except the ring, she was not a ring person, but she looked fabulous in the pearls, the white went as it usually does with most things, perfectly with the outfit she was wearing, she decided to keep them on.

‘Do you have a necklace that would say come to here,’ she asked indicating a few inches down from the top of her sternum and perhaps earrings that dangle.  I think I want to stay with the pearl motif for both or if you know of something else I should try that would be welcome as well,’ she asked.

There were soon boxes piled neatly one on top of the other, a lot of boxes, as Arlene suddenly noticed.

‘I think I have enough for now, but certainly I will return in the future,’ she said trying to sound calm.

‘Of course Miss, here is my card, it has been and will be my pleasure to serve you in the future.  I will take these to the cashier and have everything packaged and waiting for you,’ she added as she waved for another employee to assist her.

‘Feel free to cut it down any way you want, I plead temporary insanity,’ she explained to Wendy as they made their way to the cashier.

‘Everything is read for you Miss,’ the woman said and Arlene realising she had not given her name.

‘Arlene Compton.’

‘It has been my pleasure Miss Compton, I hope to see you again soon.  Thank you again.’

‘Are,’ she started off in a slightly loud voice then decided to lower it so not to attract the attention of passersby as they walked. ‘Are you fucking nuts!’ Arlene asked.

‘Now who has the potty mouth,’ Wendy replied a lilt in her voice bordering on a laugh.

‘That was $65,000.00 in jewellery,’ Arlene replied her voice even lower and her head tilted into Wendy.

‘Yes, all this shopping, makes me hungry, care for lunch there’s a delightful place up on the corner,’ she answered.

‘Ok maybe you didn’t hear me or my temporary insanity transferred to you, but $65,000.00.  I repeat minus the swear word.  Are you out of your mind!’

‘I’ve got lots of money Arlene, I’ve been very well compensated over the years both officially and unofficially,’ she said taking her hands in hers across the table in the restaurant.

‘Our profession may be glamourous and full of adventure and eroticism but it’s far from being completely virtuous in nature.  Lose any idea you have of that notion going in.  I’m telling tales out of school but you’ll find this out anyway once you get going and you’re assigned a mentor, she’ll set you straight and help you get going to.  Money, jewels, a myriad of things could be lying around, you’d be a fool not to take it.  You get the access code to bank accounts of the bad guys, you transfer that money. Being a good girl doesn’t mean you’re one all the time, it just means you’re good and believe in the cause you’re fighting for, not stupid.  You leave the booty behind it will just help finance the next scheme they hatch,’ Wendy explained looking again at the menu.

Arlene’s head as swimming at little at that, so she pushed it aside and decided to concentrate on her first statement.

‘We could have just rented those or similar items for a fraction and then returned them when I’m done.’

‘And how would that have made you feel?  Right back to the “I’m not worthy of these”, the same feelings you had this morning.  No, No my dear, we don’t go backward we go forward and we’re always worth it.  You walk into the start of formal training next week, you look your best, always, always, always remember that.  Take the time, make the effort, get the others to complete with you, not you against them, let them play catch-up.  Some of those other trainee’s are going to look at you and think “what’s she doing here” and discount you right away.  You look like you do now, maybe they think twice, you perform the way I think you can, that thought will be knocked out of their heads right away.  No Arlene, those are an investment in the future, your future.  Don’t get a big head, it’s the surest way to a quick end in this career, but you’re a knockout, all you have to do now is prove it. Ah free drinks I was beginning to have my doubts about this place,’ Wendy said to the waiter as he set two cocktails in front of them.  ‘Who are they from?’

‘The two gentlemen at the table two behind you on your right,’ he said not giving anything away.

Wendy turned about, Arlene noticed her legs, bent and swing out in an oh so sexy way, almost an invite, she made a mental note of the motion, to acknowledge the two, an older man and a younger one, dressed in office attire. Arlene smiled as well.

‘Want to pass your test right now?’ Wendy said to her.

Do Over

Her doorbell rang again, she had hoped the person would get the message and go away, but no such luck, her usual fate.  Putting down the pen that had been twirling in her hand she dragged herself out of the chair and trudged over to the door, snapping it open.

‘Avon calling,’ a woman smiled and laughed a tiny giggle as she held up a sample cosmetics case.

The young woman rolled her eyes turned on her heel back to the sofa and flopped into it.

‘I have got the right person, Arlene Compton?’ she asked following her into the condo where all she got was silence which she took for agreement.

‘Wendy Rogers, I could tell by the greeting you expected me but hoped somehow I wouldn’t show, no such luck and now that I’m here I expect no demand your full attention, so off goes the TV and away goes the phone!’ she said hitting the remote and grabbing the phone from her hand.

‘Oh, level 56, quite an accomplishment,’ she added shutting off the device and tossing it on a nearby chair.

‘No offense, I neither want, need or require a self help session from you or anyone else in this organisation since I don’t plan to be here much longer.

‘I see, well that makes my worker simpler and short, still time to enjoy the day.  I’ll be on my way then but only after you tell me why you’ve come to this conclusion,’ Wendy stated as she sat down across from Arlene, neatly and elegantly despositing herself in the chair. 

A long silence began, Wendy looking at Arlene, her lovely hazel eyes never leaving the young women while for her part Arlene looked everywhere but at Wendy.  It soon became apparent to the young woman that this intruder into her life was not going to leave without an answer.  She looked her up and down for the briefest of moments, everything she hated and feared was encapsulated across from her, it only made the time drag further.

‘I just don’t think this is for me, I don’t think I can hack it, it’s too tough and I’m not,’ she said hoping this would do, self blame had always been a reliable out in the past. 

‘If this was a movie then this would be the moment to queue the sad violin music and you’d be bursting into tears, hands in face, I’d accept it and wish you good luck, a pat on the shoulder and I’d be gone.  But since this isn’t a movie, you’ll have to do a fuck of a lot better than that to get me out the door.  You see I have evidence that says the opposite,’ Wendy smiled as she opened the case pulled out her tablet and began reading. 

‘You signed on knowing you’d be put into a rigorous program at exercise, diet and lifestyle change, essentially tearing your down and rebuilding you and your habits.  You finished the program 2 months ahead of schedule.  Sounds to me you knew exactly what you wanted and pushed to do it, so much for the I’m not tough enough BS.  Now as I leaf ahead, well let’s see, excellent in all aspects of first year training until we come to the last item in the program.  Do you want me to continue or do you want to revise your answer?’ Wendy asked.

‘You’re smug and self-assured and everything I despise.  You have no business being like that, it’s like you don’t know your place,’ the young woman answered.

‘And what place would that be?’ Wendy asked in a calm manner further irritating then young woman as she failed to rise to the emotional bait.

‘You’re big and fat, you’re like the ride along friend in a large group, not there because you belong, but because you make the others look that much better.  You’re a court jester, the before photo, the ugly duckling who never becomes the swan like all the other swans in the group,’ she stated flatly and coldly.  ‘Now leave.’

‘Now that’s honestly, but don’t ever transfer you’re feeling of inadequacy to me, you own them, that way you can deal with them. As for the ugly duckling, well I think over my career I’ve done fairly well in the allure department because if I hadn’t I won’t be an agent now would I?’ she ssid her voice calm and cool as she got to her feet.

‘Here take my hands in ours,’ she said.

Wendy got the young woman to her feet with just the slightest of tugs and pulled her close.

‘Now as for the other part, run your hands over me, pinch gently if you like, go on.’

Arlene reluctantly did as requested, her hands swirling up the arms of Wendy.  She felt the hard smoothness of them, she squeezed a little about the biceps and then moved onto the shoulders and neck then swung down her shoulders and back and about her waist the taper of her form impressive to say nothing of exciting.  Arlene was struck by the paradox, she was so hard yet so smooth and soft and ultra feminine. Hands eddied about her ass, firm and full, not a soft spot could see find even at the top of the back of her thighs.  She came back in front up and then down the flat stomach and down her long legs, pressing the material of the skirt against the insane firmness of her thighs, Arlene feeling the sexy sculpted pythons, her hands surfing the peaks and valleys of the toned muscles and she rode her hands down to the wave of skin and around the sexy flow of her calves and onto the conclusion of her legs at her thin ankles, the whole ride a sensual thrill.  That would have been more than enough but when you added in the sensory intake Wendy Rogers was surely sensory overload.  Added to the body were the clothes, make up, hair and accessories to finish the package and make one anyone would love to unwrap.

‘You want to see and feel what’s underneath, don’t you?’ Wendy asked.

‘Sorry what?’ Arlene said here mind swimming around the very question Wendy had just asked her but she hadn’t heard.

‘Exactly, this what makes you and me such deadly weapons, the want of the unknown.  Your eye gets caught, maybe it’s a flash of the leg, maybe the hair, the face, maybe your breasts inside that nice blouse, who knows it’s something and it’s different and alluring so you take a closer look, those legs look great, those thin ankles rising to those exquisitely structured calves and then that skirt blocks the rest.  I wonder what they look, feel like further up, same for those full breasts behind the blouse, if only on more button was open, wonder what kind of bra she’s wearing, do they support themselves, how firm are they?  They all of sudden you’ve acquired the target, you catch them looking at you just one time too many for it to be coincidence, now you want them to lock onto you so you give them what they want, but in a perfectly natural way.  The simple act of taking a seat, could be a bar stool, always a grabber or just a normal chair, you deposit yourself smoothly and elegantly and cross those legs of yours, showing just a hint of thigh, as good as what is below and you have them.  That is just one sample of our power Arlene, there are many more.’

‘Sorry for the comments, obviously stupid and wrong about you,’ Arlene said.

‘But not about you?’ Wendy questioned. ‘Or so you think.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘It’s obvious isn’t it?’ Wendy said walking away, her body moving gracefully her legs dancing lightly in a manner Arlene had to stretch her imagination to its very length to see her doing.

‘Look at those two sacks you’re wearing, one upper, one lower.  Must have pulled those out of the bottom of the drawer where they’d been hiding from your college days when you tried to skate by in oversized clothes hoping they’d mask how really big  you were under them.’

For a second it could have gone either way for Arlene, either fight or flight, she didn’t know which would prevail, but Wendy did.

‘That was me and that was Ivory and Marcia and Cindy and all the others.  The key is that was, not that is.’

Wendy had her in her arms before Arlene even knew it and just let her go, holding her while she cried.

‘Push it out of you Arlene, all of it, I know it’s painful, that’s not you anymore and never will be again,’ she soothed as she held her and patted her back.

When Arlene finally let go she sat down on the couch as did Wendy.

‘Now, no bullshit, nothing goes beyond these walls, tell me what happened.’

Arlene gathered herself and began. ‘They gave us a first assignment, before formal training actually began.  We were all to go to this Upscale Piano Bar/Bistro and see if we could hook up with a guy.  It didn’t have to lead to anything, if you didn’t want it to,’ she added. ‘But just to get a date for the evening and secure a second one.  I bombed out and I was the only one who did!  God, that was humiliating, it still is,’ she added but refusing to cry her face more rueful than crushed.

‘I see, so what do you think went wrong?’ Wendy asked.

‘Everything,’ and then there was a long pause. ‘I never went on a date in High School or my prom and well in college you don’t really go on dates in college, mostly house parties and when I was asked to tag along it was easy to find corners to disappear into or similar girls to hang out with until the thing was over and I could go home.  I guess that’s what I felt like on that night.  I watched all those other girls walk in and stun the room, so I just used them as cover and slunk away and counted the minutes.’

Wendy thought hard before she spoke.  She had never been in this situation.  Yes she was a plus, but she’d been a teen model, yes larger, but still curvy, sexy and confident, her modeling classes and experience giving her those qualities.  She needed very little “toning up” as it is called, so she was a little out of her depth here, but fortunately she was an excellent swimmer.

‘There’s a video of all this!’ Arlene exclaimed as Wendy’s tablet played the night in question.

‘We’re a spy agency my dear, of course there’s a video,’ came the answer. ‘I’m guessing this was a wear from your closet what you think will be appropriate and make the mission successful,’ Wendy added as they watched and Arlene shrank a little more into the cushions.

‘Ok, some observations so far,’ she said pausing the recording. ‘Firstly none of you are dressed appropriately, a few are close.  This girl and this one, for instance are and with a few tweaks would be perfect.  Everyone else is showing far too much far too early in the game except for this girl, who is showing nothing all.  When the instructor said from your closet she didn’t mean your Aunt Mildred’s closet.  I mean what is this thing?  Who wears full length sack decorated with Maple 

leaves?

  If a sudden gust of wind came up, this sail would billow and catapult you up to 78^th Street.  I’d hide in the corner to if I had that on.’

‘Finished,’ was all Arlene said in a snappy tone.

‘One more small scene and that attitude I just heard is what I want more of.’

She played the scene then stopped it.

‘What the fuck!’ she exclaimed.

‘What, it’s a guy going to the washroom, it’s just around the corner,’ she answered back just as excited.

Wendy replayed the scene only this time is slow motion.

‘Look, he visibly slows his gate, see the shorter step, then his head moves just a little up and down, here, he’s checking you out.  Nice suit, nice buns, in shape, better than average looking and he’s checking you out and what do you do, turn away and put your head down, the universal not interested signal, holy fuck girl!’

‘You swear a lot for a person who’s supposed to be refined and sophisticated,’ Arlene fired back.

‘When it’s warranted and it’s something I care about, then yes, I do.  That guy was checking you out, you had the assignment in the bag at this point, all you had to do was smile and he’d have stopped and been over beside you.  Maybe it would have gone somewhere, maybe not, that would have been up to you, but you didn’t even try to get to that point.  This guy could see what I see and he had to see it though that hideous dress and well whatever you call that make up job you didn’t even try to apply.  

He saw a beauty, a stunner that somehow everyone had missed in their rush for the shiny sparkly objects that dazed the eye for a second.  He saw the rare beauty, the lasting deep glow and you blew him off because you didn’t want to give him the chance to do the same to you,’ Wendy said seeing her words hit home.

‘Yes.’

‘You made all this effort,’ Wendy said smacking her on the shoulders. ‘To change your body and your eating habits and that was so hard, but it’s nothing compared to changing was inside here,’ the spy added touching the top of Arlene’s head.  That is the hardest thing to change, but once done you’re unbeatable in whatever you pursue.  Don’t you at least want to find out,’ she said playing the video again. ‘Find out if you could have taken that guy home and given him the night of his life all because you’re confident in yourself?  I know I want to!’

Eastern Force

She placed her skirt, nicely folded, in the suitcase.  ‘This neatness, just so, way of doing things, could become a habit with me,’ she mused.  ‘At least this part and the mission had gone smoothly, well smoothly was stretching it a bit, but despite her and her partner being two rookie agents, they had beat the odds and succeeded, that was the positive, the negative was something more personal and nagging.  Her mentor had told her that ‘couple missions’ almost always carried certain benefits that single ones did not.  The look she gave Roz told her nothing more needed to be said on that matter.

Roz was still waiting for that particular matter to show itself as she placed a negligee she had hoped not to be wearing in her case.  ‘I got my wish,’ she told herself. ‘Just not in the manner I thought.’

She had been in several training classes with her erstwhile partner, Scott Fulton, but had not spoken to him since the day they were called into Alice’s office and given the mission.  She remembered being thrilled, excited and nervous all at once, her first mission since becoming and agent, Roz also remembered Scott looking less then excited at the mission and her.  Roz went right to an old default, one in spite of her training she’d never been able to erase. ‘Yes you got stuck with the fat chick.’

Roz Downing was anything but that, true she was a size 12, not the typical spy babe formula, but just as and in many cases more effective, but it seemed evident to her that Scott had expected something more traditional and didn’t feel the need to hide his feelings.  She had resigned herself then and there to just completing the mission to show she was capable of being a good agent.  ‘Letting your ego get in the way of your better judgement and your chance at future success was just stupid,’ she told herself while looking into the mirror later that evening. ‘They’ll be other times and opportunities.’

In truth, if see wanted to admit it, she was relieved it had worked out this way.  Roz knew she was not the most experienced of women sexually.  In fact, she was downright a neophyte in the area when compared to her classmates, so having to suffer the embarrassment of being a stumbling, fumbling unsure and tentative lover or just being upset that she’d been rejected, she knew pretty much what side of the ledger she wanted to be on.  Still it nagged at her.  ‘If he doesn’t want me, even as a toss away roll about to relieve the tension of the mission what hope do I have of being effective with targets I actually have to attract?’ she thought again as the tape looped in her head one more time.

She finished folding her clothes and closed the suitcase, checkout was in an hour and that brought up another insult.  They had finished the assignment two days early and had the blessing for FORCE to stay till the end and enjoy themselves, but Scott had decided he wanted to leave early.  ‘That one hurt harder than any of the punches she’d taken from opponents. 

Roz walked over to the mirror and checked her look, a habit now, that she’d had drilled into her during training.  She teased her tresses and smoothed her skirt then checked behind with a half turn and a glance.  She was satisfied with her look, her hair and make up perfect, her lips displayed with a light creamy pink concoction called Morning Fire.  Her blouse was white and hugged her giving her breasts ample room to show off.  She wore a very fashionable pearl choker and matching earrings.  Her light green skirt hugged her hips and underpinned her ass perfectly.  It ended at mid knee giving her show stopping legs the display they deserved especially when tucked inside a pair of classic white pumps

She saw him looking at her out of the corner of her eye, she abruptly turned and walked away.  ‘I’m ready to go, the quicker the better then you won’t have to be with me any longer,’ she snipped. 

‘That’s just the problem,’ Scott said. ‘I don’t think I just can look at you any longer.  This brought Roz up short, the tone was not distant but frustrated.  She turned and looked at him.

‘I’ve never had what you’d call natural luck, but that day when I walked into the briefing room and saw you I thought I’d hit the jackpot!  No, you have to let me do this in one continuous thought,’ he said stopping her from saying something.  Roz took the cue and lowered herself into a chair.

‘We only had a few classes together, but I never had the luck to have you as a partner or an opponent.  I remember that unitard you used to wear for combat classes, looked like a modified monokini.  I used to watch you move in that, the exposed skin displaying the sculpted muscle that moved sinuous and menacing into the attack.  The way the fabric stretched to showcase your moving form and allow your deadly talents maximum freedom.  I used to wish I would be paired against you, win or lose I didn’t care just to be that close to you, to feel your touch, but as I said I was never that lucky.

Then the ultimate frustration and joy, an assignment with you.  Knowing we are rookie agents and our performance monitored it took all I had to fight off the desire inside me for you.  It was only compounded by our style choices and how you made everything you wore rock.  But I knew if I did we’d screw up the assignment and while I could live with that I couldn’t let that happen to you, you’re a real talent, so I went to the opposite extreme, but I had to tell you, not for me but because I could see you were beginning to have doubts about yourself and you should never have those Roz, your incredible.

For a second she didn’t know what to say, she had it all wrong.  She realised, this wasn’t a one off bonus roll in the hay for and job well done for either of them, Scott really cared for her, his passion was full on.

‘I’m not that experienced, I think you may have built me up into something I can never measure up to,’ she said instantly thinking it had to be the stupidest thing so could have possibly blurted out. 

‘I thought the same thing only from my perspective.  How could I never please this woman, I want to touch her everywhere at the same time, I’d fumble about giving you slices but never the whole apple as I would want, make a hash of things and then what would you think, maybe even that it was your fault.  Then there’s the whole don’t get involved with another agent it can only end badly for one or both of you, there’s a lot of truth in that.  I don’t want sex Roz I want to make love with you.’

She understood what the statement entailed.  Everything could end in heartbreak if they broke up or one was killed, that would compromise the other and make them useless as an agent, nothing but a whole series of bad endings.  Her mentor had told her to just treat it as friends with benefits proposition and leave it at that, it was sound advice, but then there was Cindy and Quinn to consider, they made it work and still do and she’d heard stories of others, nothing but rumours and innuendo, but where there was smoke.  She also knew these agents were older, had established themselves and well she didn’t like to admit it, more mature and sophisticated than she.

‘It’s a Gordian Knot to be sure,’ she said getting up and walking over to the phone.  ‘Hello, yes, we’d like to cancel our cancellation and stay the remaining days, thank you.’  She walked over to the door, slipped the Do Not Disturb sign to the outside and locked the door before turning around.

‘Let’s see where this knot leads to,’ she purred.

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‘I don’t remember much after that,’ she said searching for and taking his hand in hers as they swayed on the hammock.  I recalled us crashing together, hands everywhere, the removal of clothes awkwardly and quickly, a sensation of falling and then just a warm feeling and the oblivion of a soft white light, then bliss and finally the sensation of our rapid breathing and the feeling of our bodies conjoined.  I do fully and wonderfully remember everything after that,’ Roz said the soft pads of one foot stroking his calf.

‘I remember the touch of your lips after we’d finished the first time.  When I close my eyes I can feel every moment of that touch and the look in your eyes,’ Scott said back with a squeeze of her hand.

Roz turned a little in to him, the corner of her eye catching a rustling between his legs, see knew not because of her touch but because of his memory of her he had just described.  Her scent feeling his nostrils he responded even more as Roz snaked one leg over and between his, the back of her knee cupping his semi in her caress and rapidly turning it into a granite obelisk that she loving stroked to keep it that way. 

‘Luckily I have tremendous powers of concentration, otherwise this could end up being a precarious place to make love,’ he said stroking her arm. 

‘The business we’re in and you think that would be precarious?’ she giggled a little before he went on.

‘I do remember the second and the third and the forth and all the others that time and I remember you saying that you weren’t that experienced several more time after our first encounter for which I was grateful,’ he said smiling and kissing her again as she looked a little bewildered.  ‘Because if I had gotten the experienced Roz I never would have survived that weekend.  You were incredible, part of that I know is my perception what you would be like, but the reality was so much better.  You were astoundingly sexily, loving, inventive, adventurous, dangerous, I needed that Roz to grow with, everything you were that weekend was all the seed of what you are now and your career proves it.’

‘What’s your meeting on Monday about?’ Scott asked casually.

‘No idea, it’s all very hush-hush,’ Roz answered seemingly unconcerned.

The ironic thing was even though she worked for a spy agency and everything was supposed and actually was very secretive Roz as well as all the other agents had back doors to information.  Just how many doors you could open usually depended on how good an agent you were.  Roz was a very good agent and she usually could get many doors ajar, but not this time. 

‘Anyway I don’t want to dwell on work,’ she said softly as she pulled herself a little closer to him, smiled and closed her eyes as the hammock gently swayed.

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They never made a big deal of saying goodbye to each, just a simple kiss and hug, both needed and wanted it and it proved just enough.  They knew they’d see each other and always left it at that.  Her flight was uneventful except for adding her frequent flyer points to their joint account and seeing where they could spend time together in some exotic location in the future.

She arrived at FORCE HQ, a mid-sized office building on W 26^th St.  Officially it was the Steinmetz and Sons, a Brokerage House of excellent reputation with a small and very private clientele, who liked it that way.  The trading offices were on Wall Street, close to the action, this was the Analytics Department, the brains behind the operation of finance spying, the top three floors high security supposedly just covering the computer and data resource centre, which in reality they did, but they also housed FORCE HQ in North America and Roz was headed straight for the top floor. The retinal scan got her into the building and a second Biometric scan got her into the elevator where another retinal scan, this time the other eye sent her speeding to the top floor.  

‘Miss Downing,’ said a pretty young woman in a flat serious tone then turned and starting walking.  The spy fell into step as they traversed the hall then stopped at a conference room door where the woman knocked twice and opened the door just enough to stick her head inside the door.  Roz heard her name being mentioned then the door closed and the woman turned her.

‘You may go in,’ was all she said in the same even tone then walked away.  Roz watched her go, then slipped her hand around the latch and entered the room unsure of what to expect but sure what she encountered was nowhere on her list of outcomes.

She stared and starring back at her were 10 grey haired women each wearing a house dress, a shawl, sensible shoes, spectacles and leaning on a cane.  Roz laughed a little then smiled.

‘Welcome dearie,’ said a voice, carefully masked to appear much older than she was.  ‘We have watercress and pinwheel sandwiches, crust removed of course, strawberries and cream for dessert and of course tea in china cups.  We also have this for you,’ she said wobbling a little as she leaned against her cane and dug into the oversized black purse she had.  ‘Now don’t tell me I’ve forgotten it, oh no, here it is,’ she scratched before fishing it out and handing it to Roz.  ‘Well go on and open it, at my age it will be a surprise as well, since I can’t remember anything.’

Roz gave a smile and removed the ribbon and the bow then opened the case revealing the most exquisite set of pearl earrings, bracelet and stand she’d ever seen.

‘Welcome to the Century Club,’ Claire said as she removed her wig.  ‘One Hundred completed missions,’ she added in triumph before embracing her and giving her a kiss on the cheek as did all the other members. 

‘You see I win the bet, everyone, I told you she had no idea,’ Roz’s department head Cindy Krutzler said as she embraced her.  ‘I can tell by the look of shock on her face, you almost never see it. Quick someone get a picture!’

The all had a laugh and shared a meal.  In spite of the levity they all knew what a serious accomplishment this, both, for the organisation and for the individual.  The more experience an agent had the harder they were to eliminate, all that knowledge came in useful, experience was the best asset they could possess and for FORCE to add another member to the Century Club made them more formidable as it did for Roz, not that she needed it, she was already considered a top agent and a prize to be taken by her enemies. 

While the party went on Roz notice Cindy and Claire drift together and talk for a while.  It was hard to choose between the two of them, contrasting figures certainly, Claire was more the prototypical spy femme fatale type from the movies only without the requirement of being rescued from peril. Cindy was everything you would not expect a female spy to be and that’s what played to her advantage and indeed her Sections advantage.  The Head of Ops-Plus Section had put together a formidable group of agents not only Roz, but Ivory Stephens, Marcia Seaton, Tami Dashwood among others and that was not adding the coming six:  Rochelle Mainwaring, Sabine Huber, Iris Manji, Nara Fleming, Seeva Zelinsky, Elena Zubova. 

 As the gathering wound down Cindy asked Roz to come back to her office for a few minutes.

‘Here we go,’ Roz thought, ‘I’m in trouble again for something.’

They made the journey with small talk Roz knowing even more something was coming because of it and when they had settled Cindy, in her usual manner came straight to it.

‘We want you to go to the Far East and India for a while, take up residence their, you choose the location.’ she said.

‘Sounds like a little longer than a while and why me?’ she asked.

‘We need to organize things a little better there,’ she had barely gotten the words out of her mouth when Roz put her hand up.

‘I have no interest in being an administrator and if FORCE has lost confidence in me as an agent, then I will be happy to retire,’ she stated flatly.

‘We want you to do neither, you’re my top agent and that’s why we want you to go, we very much want you in the field, but we also want you too oversea the crop of young agents we have there.  Give them your wisdom and experience, your unique skill sets, besides were rather thin on the ground out there at the moment.  Just as Asian women work well in the west the same is true for Caucasian women in the east and in particular, pluses.  Your exotic skills are very well versed in eastern techniques, some of our girls would benefit from that teaching. 

‘Excellent, I want you take a couple of months and refresh yourself with Eastern Styles both from the offensive and the defensive, both sexes,’ Cindy ordered and handed her a few DVD’s.

‘Training manuals?’ Roz asked.

‘In a manner, video’s your opponents in action, they make for interesting watching,’ Cindy said with a smile and Roz knew the meeting was concluded.  She picked up her itinerary from Cindy’s admin and left.  ‘These are just a basic primer; you’ll get more in depth ones when you visit Wei Lee’

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It was a long flight and an even longer train and then jeep ride to get to Wei Lee’s base of operations deep in the Myanmar jungle very close to the border with China.  It was secluded and as Roz had discovered difficult to get to making it an excellent place for her covert activities and the landlords never bothered her courtesy of a several favours see had performed for them.

Roz mixed her physical training with her casual training, namely the Dvd’s and her collection of exotic eastern arts, but the more see learned the more see realised she knew nothing at all.

‘The beginning of wisdom,’ she told herself.

 She worked long days with Wei Lee, as she had the best access to teachers through her connects with various business enterprises and other agencies, she was also and excellent advisor.

‘Do not think because you will have either the advantage of both size and power in some cases that will get you through.  In many cases it could be your undoing, as Asian women have learned to compensate for this,’ Wei said as they entered her private training room.

‘What about the men,’ Roz asked.

‘An excellent place to start. They tend to be smaller males, lean, but strong, the exception being some India Males but we’ll come to them.  They will dress as females, elaborate disguises and make up, right down to the weapons of a real female and use them just as we do, sometimes even with more effectiveness.  All are highly talented fighters, both in male and female arts, which make them so effective against all opponents.  Don’t think your flexibility is superior either, expertly skilled in Yoga they are lethal knotters and well versed in single and two man knots and unlike western males who just use power eastern males use multiple aspects.’ Wei explained.

Such as?’ Roz inquired keenly. 

‘They use their Yoni’s exceedingly well.  Some of the variants are known as Stringing Prawn, Lotus Stem, Thai Stick, Bamboo Bond, there are others that we’ll cover.  Also all single knots are Anal as they are more effective on us.’

‘What about poison or motion,’ Roz asked.  ‘I’ve always found either to be persuasive on the male.’

‘They’re more likely to be ones using that on you.  Aware of how talented a female’s derriere can be and how tight a grip she can encase their prongs in they have developed a synthetic oily wax that they coat their stems in.  It acts as a sealer against any poisonous entrapment that may await it upon entry.  Once inside the combined heat expands the membrane just enough causing it to release a very drug that slows your metabolism down and you just enough to make the game more interesting, it also forms a firm shell around his root protecting it from any frictional enticement you may be able to deploy.  If you couple that with a twofold entwinement, one anal the other paradise and the female is soon helpless.’

‘The Asian Stinging Hornet,’ Wei said activating a video on her tablet.‘

‘The drug isn’t potent enough to paralyze you, just make you weaker and allow them to insert their spindle into you and forget that myth we’ve all heard about Asian men and penis size, it’s just that, a myth.  If you get “Spindled” as we call it either front or back or both it will take everything you have to escape, even for you Roz.  It doesn’t stop there, in a group of three or more the female can be entangled in a Triad Tangle, either male or female, both are equally deadly but the make version contains a stinging function that can kill all by itself.  Rather than simply immobilize and ensnare the female in their bodies, males will opt for a more insidious death.  Quick penetrations from behind or stinging, a thrust and an extraction, only several seconds but one after the other.  Our physiology can’t handle it, it creates a chemical reaction and disorients us especially after long fighting encounters and we’re tried out.  All it takes is several quick stings to begin the process, from there the female is repeatedly stung maker her weaker and weaker until she is finally tethered in a specialised bind by one of the males that exposes her fully for a final penetration that kills her.’

Wei continued. ‘As I mentioned before, their small size and sinuous forms have another advantage, massage.  Our opponents are supple and smooth and trained in numerous techniques, a few are; Bangkok Body Rub, Shiatsu Snake, Mekong Male Massage are extremely slow in buildup and subtle in nature usually the female is caught during sex or a sexual act.

‘How so,’ asked Roz. ‘Usually during sex, the act or the foreplay, the female asserts control, and as so oral foreplay we definitely have control.’

‘The massage works with the act, it’s a trap from the female.  As the male indicates what he likes, maybe a little more hip turn from her or more stimulation to a part, he is actually luring her into his motion trap, she thinks she has him, distracting him with pleasure but its his body working on her.  As I said it’s a slow build up, as the female exerts her talents and energies, he’s busy doing the same to her but his positioning of her regarding what she thinks he likes has rendered her aptitudes inert.  Unable to drain the male of his energy by orgasm, she tries harder draining her energy reserves until finally the male has rubbed her just enough that he activates the trap.  Unable to resist, her muscles deadened, the female is slowly enveloped inside his body and finished slowly.  There are variants that allow two males to entangle and massage the female,’ Wei offered.

Observe,’ Fan said as she activated the screen at the front of the room.

Roz watched scene after scene of males completing their missions using the techniques Wei had described.  She watched closely observing the men, skilled, sexy and lethal against their prey, their sinewy bodies entangling their female opponents in exotic positions. 

She went to bed that night studying and thinking of how to counter them.  Warm moist air filled her room.  Wei’s retreat and training centre for her women was deep in the jungle in Myanmar by a lake, she looked out at the room, jungle heat rising from it.  She needed to get used to the heat, her naked body silhouetted against the moonlight by the door had a sheen to it from the moist air.

She never heard the silent intruder.  A pinch to both her calves from his toes froze her by the door and in the moonlight that flooded in.  She looked down and saw a him, just as had been outlined to her by Fan, sinewy and small, her was naked as well Roz also noticing the other thing Wei had said that about their appendages, he was more than adequate.  She couldn’t more her legs.

‘Evening Miss Downing, excellent to find you nude.  Its good to see a pluses calves can be caught in The Clasping Crab.’

Roz’s legs were stone; she could stand but not command her legs to move.  She was more annoyed about be caught unaware, he was good and she knew deadly.  Slowly he moved his legs apart like a fan opening, Roz her back to him could do nothing.  Very slowly the plus was lowered into a split position on the bamboo floor her arms secured in his as she came down, caught behind her neck. He came closer in as she came down his prong engorging to full extension and steel hard stiffness as she carefully tried to guide himself in.

Roz quivered as he churned his hips about, he gently worked himself in, she tried to resist but she was compromised by her position.

‘I’m opened up to him, spread out and extended.’ she said to herself.

Roz clenched her ass and rolled forward pulling his stem free. He tried again, her gates were barred, but she rubbed on his yoni, breaking his concentration, but not his hold on her.  Roz smiled as he came, his ghism spilling on the floor under her.

‘Round One to me Honey Bun, but I think you have more in you to give.

The outlines moved in the moonlight, Roz struggling to free her legs from The Clasping Crab before she was spindled.  Her body drenched in sweat, moist and dripping, her nipples dropping splashes of water that formed tiny pools below her.

He arched her up and slid into place once more, his hips dancing with her as she tried to evade capture.  Roz used her strength to just hold herself off his lap while she danced about him.  The vivacious vixen used her asset to full advantage.  She felt him still after several minutes. Then just a brush of skin sent him over the top, her convulsed and jetted, his grunts and thrusting noises filling her spacious room.

She took full advantage of his release turning her head in an incredible display of suppleness to give him a picture of her beautiful face before applying a kiss.

‘Round two to me as well Sugar,’ she said and continued in a breathless voice.

The spy twisted and contorted and swayed her ass about, her body splashing droplets into the night pelting the floor like raindrops.  She cummed him four more times, his cock still hard and full of fight. 

‘You’re hard and so huge, one slip and I’ll be helplessly impaled on your lance, my labours to escape wasted,’ she panted as she worked.

The control the FORCE spy exhibited was incredible as was her sheer strength.  Her muscle tone revealed itself to her attacker, much more so than any women he’d had before.  His cock was throbbing from her ministrations, tingling and soaring, the wonderful sense of pleasure bubbling to the surface and then exploding in spite of his efforts to avoid it.

She danced and kissed and talked and nuzzled him to 6 more before she was free.  She fell forward exhausted but free.  She glowed intensely in the moonlight, her body an orangey flame colour, wet and glistening as she rolled lethargically onto her stomach, her breath heavy and laboured as she rested for a second before slowly slithering toward him.

‘A excellent try sweetie pie but I pack a punch in my ass, a lethal part of any pluses arsenal, as deadly as any other part of my body,’ she said giving him a kiss.

‘My trap is a modification from the Stripper’s Guild Lethal Lap Dance.  I can kill with mine if need be, but mostly I use it in a paralysing way.  My motion and my touches all attack the oh so sensitive nerve endings in that monster of yours, eventually paralysing your entire body, but not before a pleasurable interlude,’ she purred giving him another kiss.

Roz wiggled about, her movements laboured from her ordeal of hours of work.  She tilted him on his side and pressed her front into his back then rolled taking him on top of her as she rolled onto her back.

‘This is much more comfortable position for both us,’ she cooed.

Roz softly cuddled him while her hands closed around his flaccid stem.  His soft rope instinctively responding to her skilled touch.

‘It appears my touch appeals to you this way as well,’ she said into his ear as her tongue lashed it adding to the attack.  ‘You’re getting bigger and harder, a dangerous combination,’ she added hotly.

Roz turned his rope into a hardened shaft of pulsing pleasure, her hands lapping and rubbing his prong.  She danced her nails over it every so often hitting nerve endings and turning the fire hotter inside him.  She gave him encouraging nips and kisses and touches along the way.  Her palms tenderly polished his tip sending bliss up his stem.

The tips of her lips just resting on his she opened and closed them just in a purse, the hot air from her doing just what she wanted, it send him over the top.  Roz directed the eruption away and elicited all of it out of him with her manipulations.

‘Oh my Snuggle Toy, what a geyser, but I bet you have more, you’re still so hard and the next ones will be quicker as I know what you like now.’

She delivered on her promise stroking him to expulsion four more times each quicker than the previous.  His musk covered them both, mixing with hers keeping the sexual stimulation on the boil, both were covered in dampness.  Roz arched her pelvis up and let him slide backward a little so his head came off her shoulder and down beside her. 

She turned her head to his and smiled hungrily before her lips took his and her tongue danced inside his mouth. 

‘You’re still interested Lammie, just not so enthusiastically I think, lets see if I can fix that’ Roz purred as she drew a leg up his body and into his package.

‘It feels like a snake coming up your body, doesn’t it, carefully slithering toward its goal, a flicking tongue,’ Roz flicked hers into his mouth. ‘A slow turn of its head,’ Roz turned her mouth as she kissed him. ‘And finally if finds and envelops its prey,’ she hissed as her toes succulently opened and closed on his tip before running down his shaft.

‘The snake builds the senses, stimulates a primal urge, maybe you can resist the siren call, but maybe the serpent is your secret desire and you give in,’ Roz whispered as he came, she kneading him to extract his juice.

‘There secret desire fulfilled, but what if the sexual constrictor has a partner, another pleasure python, what then,’ she said slipping her other leg about him and into the caress.  Two lethal constrictors wrapped around, their churning stimulation turning you on and on until you just succumb to them.’

He did, her soft touch spilled him, her legs tightening to hold him still while he writhed in ecstasy. 

‘But now you have a problem your desires have been granted, but the two serpents are not yet satiated, they want more, they want all of you,’ she explained as she began again.  Roz stroked and played with his root, delicate brushes mixed with soft strokes and grips from the pads of her toes along with a grip and pull of his knob did the trick. The spy gave him a kiss and began again.  She repeated the process five more times, until his root was limp and spent. Roz rolled him back onto her and sat up at the waist taking him with her.

‘One final position honey bear,’ she said.

The spy pulled his right leg across and tight to his body and repeated the position with his left.  From behind Roz placed her heels against the tops of his feet.  Roz lowered her ass and relaxed wiggling it about until she had his face she fell forward and took his appendage into her mouth and his arms into hers competing The Honeycomb.

Despite his spend nature the instant Roz coddled his piece, her lips and tongue caressing and sliding around his obelisk began to harden and his body twitch.  The spy let him worm helplessly in the knot her ministrations sapping the remaining fight from him until he stilled.  Roz’s ass contracted and pulled his face into it sealing him tight and his fate.