Third Dance

This is the third in the series of FORCE trying to save TRIDENT female 

Agents from being eliminated by their own side.  These short tales are a continuation of

the What is Truth storyline.

‘Fascinating story, intricate, well constructed and wonderfully told and the company was very pleasant,’ she smiled, taking a sip of her drink, she continued.  ‘There is only one problem, you provide no proof, evidence, what you have got and what kept me enraptured, is your handsomeness, if I may be so bold, the lovely setting, the meal was excellent and this wine.  I have enjoyed this small amount of neutrality more, much more than I expected,’ she smiled while reaching across the room to hold his hand for a second.  Hannah was more than a tad surprised at how easily they fell together for a first try.  

They each took a sip of their wine.  Hannah reached out and guided his head gently down to the table, a victorious smile pursing her lips.  

‘I really did enjoy the evening Mason, more than I care to admit, that’s why I only used the knockout pill and not the deadly one on you.  Consider it a professional courtesy, well, maybe a little more than that.  The pill is disguised as a pearl on my bracelet.  When I reached across and took your hand my other simply dropped the ball into your wine.  They dissolve instantly, leave no taste and are completely effective.  The simple art of distraction, don’t be angry, I’ve had years of practice, its second nature.  You’ll be fine in a little more than three hours, long enough for me to depart.’

Hannah tipped the Maitre’d quite generously so that Mason would not be looked in upon until after she’d departed the hotel.

Hannah went straight to her suite and packed her clothes, left them in the outer room for the hotel service to pick up while she took a shower.  She set up the motion detector built into her compact for security, just in case what Mason said was true.  

‘I can’t seem to get him out of my mind, very strange.  Maybe a shower will wash him off,’ she thought.  

A dry and happy Hannah came out of the shower, picked up her motion detector at the base of the door

and switched it off.  She was immediately flipped across the bedroom and the bed where she bounced

off the fat side and into a punch to her pussy, that doubled her over.  Seized by the shoulder and a hand

cupped between her legs she was somersaulted back across the bed where an awaited foot smashed i

into her sternum.  Hannah fell back on the bed only momentarily.  Taken by her ankles and arms she was

swung sideways into the wall crashing to the floor!  It was only a brief respite.  One of her attackers pulled

her arms back and over her head while locking Hannah’s ankles with their feet.  She fell back stretching

the woman in a bow while the second delivered measured punches and nerve strikes to the spy.   

Satisfied, she was released and taken into the lounge area of the suite and placed on the floor.

‘How did my motion detector not alert me!’ Hannah said through the pain.

‘Those devices have a wireless backdoor into the operating system.  They can be turned off but made to look like they're still working.  TRIDENT exclusive they guess they failed to mention, one of them said.  

‘That was easier than I thought,’ the other spoke.

‘Now comes the fun part,’ the other replied.

‘We’re getting ahead of ourselves I think.  Introductions, then assassination, its the polite way to do things.’

‘Agreed,’ one said and bent over Hannah. ‘I’m Addison,’ she said.

‘I’m Madison,’ the other intoned, bending over as well.  ‘TRIDENT has deemed you expendable.’

‘You know that gives me an idea,’ Addison smiled.  ‘Expendable, extendable.  What do you say to some extensive stretching of her before we kill her.  You know, double the fun,’ 

‘Excellent, we are twins after all and TRIDENT did say to make it as slow and painful as possible,’ Madison smiled.

The deadly duo, one at her head, the other her feet began entwining Hannah.  The spy used every tool

in her arsenal of tricks to escape,  when the proved impossible,  delay the two.

‘You’re only delaying the end result Hannah,’ Addison said, ice in her voice.

‘Not that we mind though,’ Madison countered. ‘The body contact and motion is extremely erotic, so please struggle, maybe you’ll even orgasm.  A little before the pain.’

‘She does have wonderful lips and a very active tongue, too bad neither will work on us,’ Madison smiled as her lips parted from Hannah’s

‘We were fully briefed on your skill sets,’ Addison answered as she took her turn.

Hannah continued to tempt them. She needed to slow them down so she could plan an escape.  Feeling their respective bodies, exploring weaknesses, finding triggers, anything that could aid her.

A cauldron the arms and legs crawled around her, an ever confining wedge of feminine weaving until the twins arched back and forced Hannah into the air.  Two pops were followed by a moan as the spy’s hips were dislocated.  The twosome relaxed and repositioned into a new placement. Hannah’s shoulders burned in pain and the girls twisted and stretched the helpless woman doing the same to her shoulders, then elbows and wrists.  They repeated the deadly destructiveness on her knees and finally her ankles before releasing her.

‘Step one completed Hannah,’ Madison smiled as Hannah winched in pain, tears in the corners of her eyes.  

‘Now comes step two.  The slow crushing of your form in ours and you have nothing left to resist with.  What shall we use Madison?’ Addison asked.  

‘I was thinking of a Paired Plait,’ Addison answered.

‘Excellent choice, a fully stretched woman feels so much better, you get maximum skin contact with the added bonus of being a slow death.  Let’s get to work!’ Madison smiled.  

The two vixens slipped themselves around their victim,the motion causing Hannah to gasp and moan

from the motion.

‘The best part of this Miss Fenton is since you can’t move we control all the motion.  My sister and I are in no hurry to contract around you,’ Addison explained.

‘Besides I hear that heat is good for the joints. Madison mocked.  

Hannah on her side between the two assassins lay loose, the twins with just the soft pads of their toes and fingertips barely a breath on.  She knew that would change, they would want to cinch in and take more of her quickly then slowly painfully deliver death, she knew it would be hours before she was finished, they had orders and it was a tactile sexy way to finish an opponent.  You could have all the invented weapons you could ever desire in your clutch or at your disposal on the vanity, but nothing was more lethal than the female body, especially the naked form.  

Addison and Madison took turns jiggling their respective bodies, each time they both pulled in a little and slowly Hannah, except for her head and fragmentary parts of limbs and other parts disappeared inside them.  The girls bowed their bows back and forth stretching the capture spy in a painful dance as their dual forms meshed tighter to hers.  With nothing but will and a grim determination not to give in Hannah fought on.  

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Mason awoke slowly, he fought going back to sleep, then she entered his head and he forced himself up, arms pushing up on the table.  Hde hit the table several times with his hands to get some adrenaline going.  Edging around the booth he forced himself to his feet, shaking his legs vigorously to get them to work again, checked his watch and stumbled out of the room looking like a drunk man to all who watched.  He noticed but didn’t care as he pulled out his phone and called HQ.

‘Patch into the hotel's computer and find her room,’ he told his minder, every agent had one assigned for each mission.  He stumbled into the elevator and then down the hall to his suite where he activated his lap top, plugged in the reader and placed his keycard in the slot.  ‘Reprogram my keycard to her room.’’ He watched the lights on the reader flash indicating work in progress.  ‘Your the best, Miram!’ he exclaimed to his minder.  ‘No, I want to keep the line open for a few minutes till I get there, never know I might need a removal,’ he added, grabbing a small case then taking a gun from his bedside table.  

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Gun at the ready he inserted the keycard opened the door and waited, nothing happened and he immediately knew why.  All the sound was coming from inside the next set of doors.  He heard two distinct voices neither one was Hannah’s, then he heard a very low moan, relief crossed his face.  Silently he crept to the door, oriented the voices to the door, released the safety on the gun and burst in.

Two lethal lovelies looked surprised but only for an instant, a shot found both of them and they relaxed.  Mason pulled them off and into the next room, closed the door leaving only himself and Hannah. 

‘Hi, I need a cleaning, two, yes the room you reprogrammed.  They're in the outer area just inside the door.  No, no need to alert the local authorities, I used an air pistol and poison darts, no one heard a thing.  Thanks, but just the bodies removed, I will deal with the rest.  Thanks again Miriam.’

Just as he hung up Hannah stirred, her head tilted towards him, her expression changed to definite as she recognised him.

‘Your minions did an excellent job, I won’t give you much resistance.  I should have killed you when I had the opportunity,’ Hannah weakley threatened.  

Mason can see she was in a very bad way.  There were a few tears in the corners of her eyes, her breathing was laboured from the struggle, but, except for the breathing she wasn’t moving, she couldn’t.  The two had used a Feminine Cat’s Cradle Knot on her.  It was a miracle she was still alive after more than three hours, but most of the joints in her body, he could see that many of her joints had been dislocated.  The knot didn’t kill, it tortured the victim, the killing came after that.  Another hour and Hannah would have been dead.  Most people looking at her would have assumed that was the better fate, but Mason knew otherwise, her dossier had told him so.

He opened the case he had brought along, pulled out a syringe, a swab and a kleenex.  Her eyes got wide at the sight of the needle coming close to her as Mason knelt down.

‘You won’t even give me the dignity of choosing my fate,’ she said, her voice as angry as she could make it, before she coughed.

Mason set the needle down and brought the tissue to her eyes and wiped away the tears, soothing her as his hands swept her hair away from her face.

‘I’m going to give you something for the pain, it will take most of it away while I work on you.  I don’t know how you stayed alive, while yes I do, you're incredible,’ he said.  She smiled and he gave her the drug.  ‘Believe it or not, but I was a Chiropractor and a RMT before FORCE recruited me.  I have several exotic skill sets that I can use if you want me to?

The drug was beginning to work.  Hannah could feel the pain ebbing away, a pleasant dull numbness had begun to cloak her nude form.  ‘First time in this business I’ve had that request,’ she said slowly and smiled which he took as a yes.

‘I will be back in a few minutes,’ he said, made a motion to leave, then stopped and gently gave her a quick kiss. 

He returned, naked, her eyes widened at his impressive form, toned sculpted muscles, nothing big and ugly, these were sinuous and flowling capable of extended endurance,  His lean body had been disciplined with yoga, the kind that killed female spies.  

‘I need to adjust you a bit before we can begin, your spine needs to be as straight as possible.  Is the drug working? Do you need more, just say if you do, he explained and began.  He worked on her ankles first, slim and sexy.  Mason’s fingers pushed and massaged between rotations and tried to manipulate the joint back together.  It took ten minutes but he finally got it back into place, the other took just as long.  

Mason shifted his legs to run up either side of hers.  He was careful to avoid touching the mound.  With her knee in his vice he could work with both hands and apply considerable pressure when needed.  

‘You’re going to feel this Hannah, sorry but no amount of pain killer short of putting you out cold would prevent that,’ he explained.  She just looked up at the ceiling, her mind focused on what little she could feel, on the feeling of his legs next to hers, she found solace in that.

A sudden sharp pain, a dull thudding pain that faded away after a minute broke that fantasy, but her knee was back in place.  Mason shifted to the other as she let her mind wander again in pleasant thoughts about his body, reality ended that before it became too serious.  

‘He shifted, moving gracefully to her side as he worked on her wrist.  They were more than two hours in and he could tell she needed another shot, though she said nothing.  

‘You don’t need to be brave or foolish either.  I’m going to give you another shot and another if you need it after that.  I told you this takes time, if not done right you’ll never be an active agent again.  I know it's hard but you need to trust me,’ Mason said softly to her then gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Hannah thought it sweet and old fashioned, like a first date when you're a young girl, but she also found it comforting.  The second shot took effect, coupled with the remaining overlap from the first injection she felt very little while he corrected her other wrist, elbows and shoulders after another hour and a half session. He realigned her neck then gently and slowly pushed her torso up into a sitting position and positioned behind her.

In spite of her fog Hannah could feel his erect wand pressed against her.  Mason came close and talked softly to her.  

‘This neck part involves me getting close, not sexual, but you have to let me do what I need to.  I know its instinct, even as you are right now to resist and right, but it will only make your injuries permanent,  I promise you I will make you well, please just relax.  I have oil, it will help me move and position you. It also has a strong healing property to it more joints and muscles.  Are you ready Hannah?’ 

The oil felt warm and soothing as he applied it.  Mason rubbed it everywhere, but took light touches around her paradise, the breasts so not to overstimulate her, he said.  She knew he was being a gentleman.  

Coated and smelling of rose and sandalwood Mason slipped himself down her body.  Hannah was thankful for the drug still highly evident in her system or she might have climaxed, he was that sexy in his snaking consummation of her.  Both his legs slithered around one of hers, she fought the instinct to counter him, her training and years of experience a hard habit to master, but she managed.  Mason took her arms and tied them into his, pulling them taut above their heads.  He rolled her slowly onto her side taking the weight off her hips.  

He felt delicious as his muscles, abductors and femur biceps and glutes all took their turns working on her on her left hip.  Mason rubbed and turned and coaxed her hip, stretching her in a bow and holding her off the ground with his hands and feet as he manipulated her wonderful form.  Her hip refused to budge, he bowed her a little more and deepened his rub while repositioning her lovely leg.  He continued, she suspended giving him all her strength as he worked.  

‘You must be exhausted, stop, it's not working,they did too much damage, it's my fault Mason, not yours,’ she begged him in a half daze unsure if she was making any sense.

Nearing complete exhaustion and collaspe, oil from them both dripping to the floor in small pools, he turned her one final time and it slipped back into place.  He rubbed it for several more minutes before tenderly lowering her to the ground.  His body heaving he moved to the other side and the remaining leg.  

Mason twisted around her leg as before, but this time he had the advantage of a healed side.  He left Hannah’s repaired leg free and pulled her over and up.  He worked and worked on it, concentrating as he listened with his body.  The FORCE male also pushed down his own desires, his member unavoidably was pinned between his inner thigh and her soft but firm thigh.  Again and again he could not get it back in, her was heaving and panting as he worked, 

‘This one is taking a little longer,’ he panted. ‘I suspect it's not your dominant leg so the joint is tighter.  I’ll get it though, I just need to bend you a little more, don’t fight me.’

He bent Hannah more, she thought his body insane as she looked in the mirror, all smooth but active muscles, his undulating motion captivating her as she imaged them truly connected, she realised what she had to do to help.

Mason knew it the minute she went silent and then still.  He waited for it to happen, the short breaths and a low moan filled the room as Hannah climaxed, endorphins surging through her.  Mason tensed and turned her hard as she was lost in joy and it worked, he felt the joint slip into place.  Surfaced to him still working on her hip, his muscles pulsing and rocking as he massaged it. 

‘I can feel them again and move them,’ she breathed, drained from the ordeal.

‘One more thing to do,’ Mason answered.  

An instant later Hannah was his, her entire body captured in his.  He stiffened against her, straightening her sexy form then wormed his body up and down like a breakdancer until a loud crack filled the room.   Hannah’s eyes rolled over, her body twitched for several seconds then went limp.

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‘I thought you might sleep all day, but I’m glad you didn’t,’  Mason smiled from a chair across the room.

Hannah had just stirred and opened her eyes.  She was covered in a sheet from the bed, with a pillow under her head and the small of her back. He came over and sat beside her.

‘Certain things are a little fuzzy,’ she said, still a little groggy.

Mason explained everything from when he showed up to what happened and why she lost consciousness at the end.

‘I had to realign your neck and spine, hence the knot, but actually you made that a simple task when you climaxed.  The violent snapping overloaded your nerve receptors and you passed out.  Essentially it's the brain's way of dealing with an overloaded nervous system.  It simply reboots itself.  You needed the sleep anyway, healing and rest go hand in hand.  How do you feel?’

‘Sore and stiff I think.  Can I get up?’ she asked.

Hannah, with help, got to her feet and with Mason’s support walked about.  

‘I’m very impressed, but I suppose I shouldn’t be, you’re a remarkable woman to have survived all that time.  I don’t see why TRIDENT would want you killed?  Walk over to the bar, I ordered breakfast.  You look like a yogurt and fresh fruit kind of girl, if not, we can get you something else.

‘I am, thanks.  I guess after this you can hand me over to FORCE.  I’ll tell them whatever I can,’ Hannah said in a resigned fashion.

‘You don’t understand, it was never about that.  That would be a bonus for sure, but this was always about saving your life.  My boss can’t stand to see women who gave up so much just be tossed away.  I have to say I agree with her sitting here,’ he smiled.

‘There are others in the same situation?’ she asked in a concerned voice.

‘Many more, but, eat, I’ll help you shower, I even ordered you a dress.’

Hannah looked surprised at this.

You didn’t notice, perhaps your mind was occupied by something, but TRIDENT took everything except what you carried in your clutch.   then we can leave,’ Mason assured her.

‘How do you know my size?’

He just smiled at her.

Second Dance

This is the second in the series of FORCE trying to save TRIDENT female 

Agents from being eliminated by their own side.  These short tales are a continuation of

the What is Truth storyline. 

‘As much as I don’t like to admit it, I don’t think I would have made it out of that situation without you.  You fought extremely well, fast and strong, you knew exactly what to do, so thank you,’ 

TRIDENT agent Joanne Van Kemp said sincerely.  ‘I always knew my career would come to an end

someday, of course I didn’t think it would be today or in this fashion.’

They had made their way to his hotel, where they could be safe for now, relax and have a drink, to which neither said no.  

‘All I have left is my clutch, some money and what I’m wearing, same as the other girls you were telling me about.  I was hoping my career would finish on my terms,’ she added, taking a sip.  

‘I think you’re far from the end of your career, not with what I saw tonight and what I see right now,’ Lucas Bryce, FORCE agent answered.

Joanne smiled at the comment and thanked him, but her feminine radar told her he did find her appealing and the feeling was mutual on her side, but she kept that hidden. ‘You need to clean up a bit, you took the brunt of the fighting, a few wounds that need cleaning, take a shower to clean up I promise I won’t run away, besides I have no place to or anything to run with,’ she smiled and took another sip.  

He did as requested, she used a wet towel in the bar to remove some of the dirt from her dress and arms.  He returned just as she had finished her task and her drink.

‘I see we have both completed our tasks.  I will say, you clean up well, very well,’ Joanne smiled as he only had a towel on, his athletic form evident, the torsoed V, the strong but not overdone arms and shoulders.  ‘I can tell you do yoga, the long tapered muscles are a telltale sign, no doubt specialised styles, much like me, but here I am talking shop when I should really be thanking you, where are my manners,’ she said, stepping towards him.  ‘I promise,’ she said, putting her hands up. ‘Look, no ring,’ she added, taking it off and placing it on the bar.  No pendant and earrings’, she tallied, placing them next to her ring.  My nails are ruined and clear from this evening, but I promise to keep my hands behind my back, if you want.  Oh, yes and finally, my lipstick, although I can assure you after what transpired and the time elapsed, it's lost its potency, but safety first I suppose.  You really are taking all the fun out of this,’ Joanne answered by taking the bar towel and removing it.  ‘Now, can I offer my thanks?’

The TRIDENT agent took a few steps to him and as requested kissed him with her hands at her sides.  

‘That was pleasant, compliments to my partner under restrictive conditions,’ Lucas answered.

‘Pleasant for me is a failing grade,’ Joanne said as she nibbled about his lips.  ‘Hold my arms by the wrists, if you like, but I need more closeness, more traction, if you like.’

This time it was much better, for both of them.

‘You see sugar, no tricks, as I promised, no rings, earrings, bracelets or devious lipsticks, just the sorcery of my lips, of course yours are extremely magical as well.  Again, baby,’ she softly said as they melted together. She kissed him, long and lovely, he let her arms go and she entwined them around his neck. 

They broke for a moment then she brought him back to mouth and soft slow dancing lips and tongues.  She unzipped her dress and slowly slipped off the straps and let it fall.  Joanne stepped out of her heels, trailed the side of her calf up his wonderful strong leg while her hand relieved him of his towel, joining her dress on the floor.  

Joanne swirled her hips to avoid penetration, she was not ready yet, instead she caught and held it between her hard soft paradoxically insane thighs, rolling it about to a quickening throb.  He was very excited for her, she was actually flattered at how quickly he was aroused by her.  She kept up her kisses, but slowed her rolling thighs, to avoid spilling him.

‘I think we should move to your bedroom,’ she said softly and took his hand with a smile, then stopped and pulled back.

‘We can make love right here if you want, it is a long walk to the bedroom, especially in your condition,’ Joanne smiled as she took him in her arms. ‘I promised no devious lipsticks or devices, however I never promised anything else.   Poisonous hairspray, lucky for you it's merely a weak disorienting spray, unlucky for you, you're still alive and in my arms,’ she sexily seethed in triumph. I was my only weapon, but by offering everything else as a suspect the diversion worked. The hairspray remains fresh for 24 hours, so we have time together and I need more answers, everything is or could be too convenient and I can’t take any chances Lucus,’ she smiled, kissing him again.  

Joanne lowered him to the hardwood floor then left, returning with her clutch and an item from it.  She bent down over a dazed and unco-ordinated Lucas.  

‘It's best to lie still honey, my hairspray packs a potent punch, but that’s all it does, this is where my compact comes in,’ she smiled and opened it.  ‘You’ll notice something is missing, the applicator for the powder, that’s where I come in, I’m the applicator.  I simply press the centre, turn the lid and voila, tiny openings appear where the gold balls used to be.  A second touch will activate the jets to spray me in lavender powder.  Don’t go anywhere I’ll only be a minute.’

She emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, her body a dusty lavender colour.  

‘My lavender powder may be an old fashioned weapon, but it never lets me down.  Fortunately for both of us, this isn’t poisonous.  I need answers and well dead men tell no tales and I need you to talk honey and you will eventually, once my lavender powder seeps into you.  Now we need to begin, which means me entwining you in my body.  What to use, are you partial to any particular knot or should I choose.  How about this one,’ Joanne smiled.  

‘I work quickly but smoothly Lucas, nothing forceful or unpleasant, I find men are much more willing to talk if the woman is seductive and slithering in her approach.’

Joanne kissed him as she worked, adjusting and sliding about until she relaxed and whispered into his ear.  

‘All finished Lucas.  Oh don’t worry about how loose you and I are.  I have just enough to hold you.  Over time you’ll do the rest to bring us together.  This is called The Sandpiper, non fatal, but when paired with a secondary weapon, its effectiveness is superb.  You cannot get free until I release you, but your body will work against you and for me.  My hairspray makes muscle control hard, movement draws us deeper together giving my lavender powder more surface contact.  Of course I can always induce movement should you decide not to play nice, with my lips, tongue, nuzzles even my hot breath can move you.  Once enough of me is clinging to you my truth powder will begin to work, but until then if you want to tell me things you're free to do so or we can just wait, oh, you moved, perhaps it won’t be that long a wait.’  

Joanne did not just wait for movement, though she could have, being an active participant made things more fun.  How quickly, using just her body, touches and her smell could she get him to react naturally if they were a couple, rather than an enemy agent trapped in her body trying to resist her charms and cosmetics, some fought others activity embraced themselves quickly for the sheer erotic thrill of the predicament.  She wondered which type Lucas would end up being.  She had her money on resistance and she hoped she was correct, it was so much more fun and erotic that way.  

The TRIDENT spy kissed and nibbled his ear, her wet hot tongue tracing fiery outlines about his neck then converging on his ears as her head shifted sides frequently.

‘I’m a firm believer in balance Lucas,’ she said, caressing, her lips taking his for searing touches every so often. ‘Even drugged your lips are marvellous, this is a thrill ride.  Such a treat, why don’t you just tell me what I want to know now, then you avoid the consequences later, when you have to talk, won’t it be better, a soft me, versus a more hardened me.  Come to your senses Lucas, while you still have control of them,’ she honeyed.

Joanne moved closer with each minute, her scented body beginning to feel touches against his.  

‘Closer and closer, Lucas, I’m not sure what's more to blame, my drug or my actions.  I suppose it doesn't really matter, but I like to think it's me.  My kisses or my caresses maybe, perhaps my kisses or my tongue or even my warm breath coursing over you, could be the scent, it does tend to attract the male into closer contact and we are getting closer Lucas.  You can fight my siren embrace all you want, but it has you now, not fully, but enough that you couldn’t pull free now even if you wanted to, and I have no intention of letting you escape until I have what I want.’

The woman worked her magic, he resisted well, but futility, Joanne could feel her body being drawn against his more and more.  Initial contact only served to accelerate the process and his heart rate pumping her serum faster through his blood stream.   

‘At last, we’re together, only not in the way you probably suspected, and if I to be truthful and really that’s what we’re both here for, not in the way I would have wanted either, but we’re from opposites sides of the same coin, so greater needs always win out.  I’ll get a little tighter Lucas, not to worry, nothing fatal, it's just the way The Sandpiper works.  It gets into every crack and seam, nothing painful, after all you're being held in the world's softest applicator, a nude female.’

The Trident temptress continued her arousing attack.  Her body drew inward further and quicker now.  She was in no hurry, her powder was already being absorbed, time would loosen his will.

‘A little extra contraction on my part Lucas, we are now together fully and completely.  My lavender powder will overwhelm you in several minutes, you’ll be in a daze, unable to fight my honey coated voice.  You’ll answer even as you resist, not your fault, just answer baby,’ Joanne whispered in his ear followed by her first question.

Lucas struggled but he could not fight her drug, her body or the charms of the three headed sexy serpent coiled around him.  

‘There that’s everything I can think of, interesting, but I can’t trust this easily, not after so many years and encounters with FORCE.  You would be an amazing lover and I am very tempted to find out, but in our world that could be deadly.  You will, regretfully and I mean this, have to remain an unfulfilled fantasy, but at least I had the pleasure of conquering a good agent.  One final thing before I dress and leave.’ she softly explained, then kissed him a final time with her hands about his neck.  She pushed in with her fingers and ended the kiss.  ‘A parting pinch, of my nails, just enough left of them to temporarily induce a nerve pinch.  It will leave you immobile for many hours, long enough for me to escape.

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Dance Partner

This is the first in the series of FORCE trying to save TRIDENT female 

Agents from being eliminated by their own side.  These short tales are a

continuation of the What is Truth storyline.

‘No, I completely agree.  I have the same feelings toward Gin.  Bombay

Sapphire, at least in Tonics, but I like the taste of tonic water, if you don’t then

Bombay Sapphire East eases that sharpness a bit, he said while taking a

glance elsewhere then adding.  ‘I’m very sorry, but I must be off. 

‘I understand completely, duty calls and all that,’ the older man said with a smile.

“More than you know,’ the younger man said as he shook hands goodbye.  The elder man noted Ashton ‘walked with a purpose’ and remembered his younger days as the man walked quickly, not so much to stand out, but enough to close the gap with elegance.  ‘He’s done this before, nice to watch a professional in action,’ he mused and took another sip of his drink.  

She felt a hand close around her wrist, then about her waist, a turn and they were on the dance floor.

‘I live by the axiom, never let a beautiful woman walk away from you without telling her so,’ he said.  ‘I think I may have to add, and graceful woman to the previous sentence.  

He was referring to her adjustment from walking to dancing, it was perfectly

natural and fluid, just like she intended it to be.  He looked at her, she at him, as

they moved, there was no alarm in her eyes, worry on her face, just a slight

bemused smile and total confidence.  

‘I can tell I’m not the first to try this,’ he said in a self deprecating voice.

‘No, but usually I play my part in getting it to happen, so this is a rather pleasant surprise,’ she answered in a wonderful english accent.

‘Devon,’ he said.  Then added, probably Paignton, if I was to guess,’ smiling at her.  

She casually adjusted herself as they danced and closed in a little against him, a message that she was enjoying herself.  ‘So far you’re perfect, any other prognostications or do you think you’ve pushed your luck as far as it will go?’ she softly said, looking right at him.

‘You don’t get anywhere in this life of ours unless you push it now and again, do you Miss Wescott or can I call you Virginia, I don’t know you well enough for Ginny yet.’

Again, she stayed calm and danced, her body coming just a bit closer as an arm, wonderful and smooth with just a hint of perfume at the wrists caressed the back of his neck.  

He could tell she was thinking, the, it takes one to know one, coming in useful as a thought process at this point, just as he hand planned.  They moved about some more, he waited a few moments longer before speaking again.

‘Now before you inject me with that needle ring of yours, or scratch me with your nail polish or give me a quick kiss your exotic lipstick you need to be made aware of something, but it requires a dip.  Twenty degrees on your right, ready.’

Before she had a chance to decide what she should do, the dip came and for some reason, she went with it.

‘How do you know they're not here for you Mr. Cross?,’ she answered, keeping their conversation formal.  

‘I’ve been here three days, waiting for you to show up and if I can be forward enough to say, it was worth the wait.  But, that does not change the fact that they showed up an hour after you did I have no doubt you're a more than capable agent and one would not present an issue for you, but, should that not be enough for you, 30 degrees right this time,’ he said and twirled her about before dipping her again then up into his arms.  ‘There are a few others about, back up I assume in case those two fail,’ he said. ‘Which I hope they do.’

‘Thank you for the compliment and the vote of confidence, but that doesn’t alter my initial statement but perhaps it adds a caveat.  Maybe this is all part of some elaborate FORCE plot to confuse me.  Perhaps, they work for you, but you want me to think that to put me off guard, just so you can have me all to yourself,’ Virginia countered, the sexiness of the possibility evident in her voice.  

‘Could be’, he answered. ‘The thought is very appealing. But you decided to wait when you could have acted against me, it seems to me you didn’t expect them here and as you said earlier, you weren’t trying to make it happen tonight.  

‘I think the fun for the evening is over Mr.?’

‘Ashton Cross, but I prefer Ash.’

They stopped dancing, she stepped back, but not free of him, her other arm sliding up to rest on his shoulder, partly for defensive purposes but mostly if not all, to feel his form, she was not disappointed.   

‘For the record, it was going to be my ring, the rest of me is just me tonight,’ she said with a pleasant smile crossing her face.  

‘Then I think you should kiss me,’ he answered and this time her face did register just the slightest bit of surprise.  ‘For all the obvious reasons,’ he added. ‘But it will also confuse them, making them unsure about you, my involvement, etc.  It will help give you an advantage.  Not a long kiss, although, that would be my wish, but a short, soft, promissory one,’ Ashton added.

Virginia didn’t need long to think about it, in fact, she had been thinking about it for just the reasons he had explained, but also because she just wanted to.  They both made it look completely natural.  She turned and walked away, he watched even from behind she exuded classic beauty, style and grace.

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Virginia walked out keeping notice of anyone who followed her, no one did,

but she knew that did not mean she wasn’t being.  She turned this over as she

walked to the elevator, the process taking her in an ever decreasing maddening

until she stopped. 

'You’ve been a TRIDENT agent long enough to know what to do,' she told

herself.  'Rely on your instincts, they’ve taken you this far.'  She arrived at

floor determined what to do, prepare, just in case the impossible happened.  

It didn’t take her long to realize the impossible or the possible was happening, either gambit depended upon which side of the good/bad spectrum you occupied.  All her clothes, accessories and makeup were missing.  The room looked like no one had ever been in it, Virginia was sure the hotel register would say the same thing.  No one came after her immediately, she was sure she was alone, but she knew it would only be for a few minutes, she needed to prepare as she walked toward and into the bathroom.

‘Hopefully, it’s still here.  Yes, thank goodness,’ she said, pulling out an inch or so from the tissue box on the vanity to find what she wanted.  The spy, turned in the shower,closed the door then moved around the suite turning off lights until she ended up pressed against the wall by the suite door listening and waiting,  

The door clicked from the keycard and cautiously opened in the darkness.  A duo entered the suite, saw the light and heard the running water.  They silently made their way over.  The spy let them get four steps in the room then  didn’t hesitate a second longer.  Virginia seized it, turned over pulled it straight forward, her own arm going behind it, then she pushed forward hard on the wrist using her arm as the fulcrum to break the other.  A scream followed, but only for the briefest of seconds as the spy’s free arm smashed into the voice box silencing the agonist who was flung into the room.  Her partner, with the time, was more prepared.   A kick crashed into Virginia’s side, followed by a second to the small of her back, then a leg sweep cut her legs from under her and she fell to the floor.  The second assailant stepped inside just as the door was closing the last light  from the hallway casting the shadow of a straight leg coming down from high above her attacker's head!

Virginia raised her leg somehow managing to catch the ankle of her attacker between the heel and the pinch of her shoe.  She turned forcefully hearing the satisfying snapping of bones.  She fell along the floor for the discarded item she’d lost in the scuffle, seized it and was on her feet quickly delivering a punch to the kidney and a second broken ankle as stomped hard at the joint, the crippling blow sending the woman to her knees.  The TRIDENT spy left her and found the other efficiently and quickly, disabling her leg at the knee.  Virginia turned on a table lamp.

‘I don’t enjoy being disturbed by assassins dressed as maids.  I am afraid I shall have to report this, such actions are grounds for termination.  I should have thought such an exclusive hotel would have better standards.  I see you were here earlier and took liberties with my possessions, all that is except for one,’ Virginia explained as a soft translucent fabric floated gently down and onto the crippled maid.  

‘Don’t go anywhere, I'll be back to talk to you after I deal with your partner,’ she smiled and moved over to the other.  The other maid was crawling to get to the door, a few kicks to her side stopped any progress.  Virginia kicked her over and pulled up a leg.  

‘Simple questions and no time to hesitate, I have no intention of letting your acquaintances enter the fray.  Who sent you and why, if you don’t tell me, your other friend will and she’ll get to live.  No, so be it,’ the spy stated driving her foot into the woman’s pussy causing her torso to rise up in anguish and into the waiting hands of the TRIDENT woman he snapped her neck.  

She went to the other.  ‘Your co-worker didn’t feel like talking.  How about you? You have about a minute left before my constricting negligee makes it impossible to talk.  The choice is yours.’

Virginia got no answers, it was time to leave before time and others caught up with her.  

^^^

‘This wine is very good, I poured you a glass.  I’ve been nursing it along wondering when you’d get in.  I hope your workout was enjoyable?  I had my own last night, brief, but intense.  It got so heated I had to leave the hotel in a hurry, didn’t even check out, not the best for my reputation, be things being what they were.  I suppose I have you to thank for the warning and this,’ Virginia smiled holding up the pass key to his room.  ‘However did you manage to plant that on me without me feeling it, is a wonder Mr. Cross.  

‘Oh, I apologise, I had to borrow one of your shirts, my clothes are a little rumpled from last night's activities, luckily, it seems to fit,’ she smiled.  ‘You can have it back after you’ve showered.  Just dry yourself and come take it off me.’

Virginia looked even more incredible than when they first met, if that was possible. Ashton did not let that slip, it was important to maintain any advantage you could get, so he walked past her without acknowledging, wishing he had eyes in the back of his head  ‘Oh, those legs!’ he said to himself.

He took his time, both knowing it was a lie, but playing the game was ingrained in both of them.  When he appeared Virgini did the same, although he was everything her hands had confirmed the previous night and what they didn’t more than exceeded expectations.  She handed him his wine glass.

‘I don’t know where to go from here.  All my bank accounts and credit cards are blocked.  I have a few thousand in cash on me, money in safety deposit boxes, but those will be watched so no chance of retrieving that.  I suppose I’m in FORCE’s debt and yours for saving my life.  They can wait but I owe you a proper thank you, I hope this will do for now,’ she said, sweeping her arms around him for a slow, wonderful kiss.  

Virginia started to unbutton the shirt slowly, she did two then stopped a smile crossing her lips.

‘Oh it appears I kissed you with my muscle relaxant lipstick,’ she smiled as she watched his unsteady motion.  ‘The heel of my shoe is hollow, I keep a spare cylinder for situations.  It’s not that I don’t trust you darling, but I don’t, too many years on the other side of the fence, so I took precautions.’  

She watched him wobble some more, a satisfied smile forming on her dangerous lips.  Virginia set down her glass sashayed over to him.  

‘I think I better take hold of the situation and you darling, before you fall over. Oh, you will fall, but I’ll be right next to you to break your fall,’ she smiled curling one of her long legs around one of his.  ‘You’re getting weaker Ashton, try and fight my drug a little longer, let me get myself into place about you so when you fall I’ll shield you, of course I’ll also knot you from the motion.  Nothing fatal, I owe you, as I said, just something uncomfortable and persuasive enough to get you to talk.  Another kiss while we wait perhaps?’

Virginia didn’t wait for an answer, she softly kissed him several times.  ‘Just like our first time,’ she added.  ‘My, my, you are resistant, but not impervious, I can feel the effects my lips are having, one more will tip the scales.’

This time Virginia took a little longer with her application. Ashton crumpled in her body just as she finished.

‘There we go,’ the Trident agent gaily announced as the duo fell,  Virginia’s body motioned around him, her practised art smooth, feminine and fixed in place as they stilled.

‘You’re all mine Ashton, body and soul, I regret we do not know you well enough to call you Ash, maybe this will correct our formality with each other.  But for the moment, back to business, you’re caught in my Seeping Salamander and all it took was a simple distraction, my legs, the shirt, two essential feminine accessories, heels, lipstick and the kiss.  You deserve a reward for hanging on so long.’  

Virginia kissed him for several minutes, the session allowing the adjustment of her shirted form around his nude body.  She settled as the session ended.  ‘Now that we’re both properly placed we can discuss certain topics of interest, but all in good time,’ she slyly stated then hugged him.

The TRIDENT woman was silent while her body worked its charms.  Virginia’s stimulating touch, delicate, shrouded, tenacious was just what he needed.  She’d administered a strong dose of her relaxant, too much, too quickly, she knew would render him incapable of answering her inquiries, so another type of activity stimulant was required, her body.  Virginia’s body carefully raised his heart rate with her touch, to spread her drug about.  Beneath the shirt, her practised body kneaded his, pushing her relaxant into every part of his form as she held him. Her perfume and body powder, both normal cosmetics, helped as they filled him with fragrances, further exciting him.  She shifted her head across the back of his neck and pressed her cheek against his, her scented hair falling over his face like a light cloud.  

The spy lightly nuzzled his cheek with her nose testing his response as she touched him, he was close, her body stopped and adjusted them,  A heel raised, moved and lowered crossing her ankles, all in a slow fluid motion.  Virginia connected their arms and hands together, several nails pinching nerve endings about his wrists.  She stretched slightly under her shirt pulling him alive.

‘A miniscule alternation, enough to begin our chat,’ Virginia said softly as she posed her first question.

She didn’t expect an answer, it was merely a testing probe to see where he was.  She moved one ankle up just a touch and watched his reaction, this time she smiled and asked again.

Subtle adjustments of her body gave her more answers as time passed.

‘You’re a fascinating conversationalist Ashton, very informative, but I feel you’re holding back a little, perhaps another kiss is in order, it's been a while,’ Virginia mused then delivered a soft kiss.  She waited, stretching him in ways that sped her drug into him.  ‘My apologies, but if you fight my drug, I have to employ other means.  Ashton, you really should let my lipstick do its job, there’s no need to fight it, you can’t and I’m much to experience an agent to overdose you.  I know just when and how to employ my weapon, the duration, the pressure, the motion.  This can be a pleasurable experience, don’t make me employ some of my more convincing motions.’

She asked more questions and got answers.  Sometimes a nuzzle or her warm breath helped along.  She was gentle, but insistent and he had no escape, her body had time and he was drugged to near immobility.

‘Our tryst is nearing conclusion Ashton.  I have several more questions, these are important.  I will be honest with you, my lipstick only has a few kisses left.  You’ve fought well, once I have the answers I’m leaving, but I will have the answers.  Enjoy what I’m offering, but heed what I’m saying. Relax Ashton and enjoy.’

Virginia covered him, her lips sizzling as she slid them about, then a break, her body caressing him before one final kiss.  He answered everything she asked without hesitation. Satisfied, she undid herself from him,  Went into the bedroom, changed and emerged.

‘The drug will take many hours to wear off.  Thank you for making it simple and quick. Here’s your shirt back as promised,’ she offered laying it beside him with an accompanying goodbye kiss.  

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