(I’d like to acknowledge the great work by Trent Wolf in his “Domino” stories for the inspiration to pen this style of story and to the “House of Gord” for ideas of some of the predicaments that befall Suzzanne)
The Adventures of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer
(The perils and torments of a sexy female Spy)
She heard a soft click and then something cold and hard pressed against the base of her skull, and a cold voice she spoke close to her ear “Hello Agent Midsummer, we’ve been expecting you”. She shifted her weight and the gun barrel pressed harder, “Ah Ah, no sudden moves, keep very still”
The light clicked on and Suzzanne saw three other people in the room, all in black and wearing ski masks, her protagonist remained behind her keeping the gun in constant pressure with her skin. “Excellent, you have saved me some time cracking the safe and I see we were both looking for the same thing”. Suzzanne’s eyes moved down from the empty wall safe to the plastic envelope containing a single black data chip. Her mind was racing, before she had entered through the window she had scanned the room with a thermal imager, there had been no signs of heat, and she had been in the room a full 15 minutes before they had made their presence known, nobody could have entered the room without her being aware !.
“Slowly place you hands on your head” said the voice. Suzzanne gently lifted her hands from the table top and slowly raised her arms placing her hands one on top of the other one her head. “Good” said the voice, then without warning she was hit by a rabbit punch to the kidneys, the sudden blinding pain caused her to fold sideways and as she did so she was struck again across the back of the neck and she crumpled to the ground. Before she could catch her breath a hard kick to her belly completed the knock down. “Secure her she’s coming with us”.
Two of the masked figures quickly moved forward and seized the stunned agent by the arms and dragged her away from beneath the wall safe into the centre of the room. Crouching down on either side of her they forced Suzzanne’s arms together behind her back whilst the third slipped a zip tie over her wrists and pulled it tight, Suzzanne flinched. Pinned her to the floor face down by her shoulders and knees more zip ties where fastened tightly around her elbows, knees and ankles. The three men stepped back to admire their work and one jabbed at the bound girl with his boot, flicking her over by the shoulder onto her back.
Suzzanne grimaced, her senses where returning and the ties where cruelly tight, severely restricting her movement. She glared back at her captors as their unseen faces looked down; one of them pulled a roll of duct tape from his jacket and tore off a six inch strip. She tried to twist away as a gloved hand gripped her jaw and another yanked her head back by her hair. The goon holding the tape knelt down and pressed the tape strip firmly across Suzanne’s mouth using his fingertips to smooth it to the contours of her lips and cheeks. Releasing their grip the three of them moved back to where their leader was examining the other items from the safe.
Her mind was clearing quickly now and she was only too aware of her dire situation. As an M.I.7 agent she had been trained in espionage, martial arts and a myriad of other black arts. Her mission had been to retrieve the data chip stolen from a Government backed arms company. The thief, the scientist who had been instrumental in developing the chip had been found dead two days after the chip had been stolen, two neat holes in the back of the head. At her briefing Suzzanne’s Department Head had said that the scientist’s death was likely part of a double cross on the part of the buyer of the chip. However the scientist clearly had concerns and had hidden the chip before the meeting. The race was then on to retrieve the chip.
M.I.7 knew the scientist had secretly purchased a small property in the French/German border and Suzzanne had been dispatched to break in and search for the chip. When she had arrived she had reconnoitred the property and there had been no sign of recent activity and the house was in darkness. Gaining access had been easy; she had quickly bypassed the alarms and entered the room. Her briefing had given her the location of the wall safe and M.I.7 already had the code; they had suspected the scientist for some time and it was their local operative posing as a locksmith who had fitted the safe. What was puzzling her was how she had not been able to detect her captors in the house; they must have been waiting for her!
She wriggled and tried for any give in her bindings with no effect, she looked around the room for anything that could help her but there was nothing, it was just a rather plain room, simple wooden furniture it looked like nobody had ever actually lived there. She wondered what was in store for her as the leader planned to take her with them.
The four black clad figures suddenly surrounded her helpless form and for the first time she realised their leader was a women. She was dressed in the same black ski pants, jacket and mask as the others but from her movements and shape she was clearly a woman. She placed her booted foot on Suzzanne’s chest and pressed down, “Right we’re done here and thanks to you Agent Midsummer we have finally got the data chip, seems that scientist wasn’t so smart after all thinking he could renege on our deal and up the price. We have left just enough evidence here to make it clear it was you who broke in and with any luck as you are going to disappear your bosses will think you have doubled crossed them too!! Anyway we’ve got to be off now and I don’t want any nonsense from you so you’re going to have a little sleep, roll her over boys”.
The goons rolled Suzzanne over and pinned her down again. She felt a hand squeeze and stroke her buttock, then there was a sharp pain as a hypodermic broke her skin followed by a warm feeling spreading through her buttock. She struggled but within a few seconds her consciousness started to fade, she shook her head fighting to stay awake but it was no good, her vision went grey and then darkness closed in. The goons waited until the pattern of her breathing changed before releasing their grip then one of them hoisted the unconscious agent over his shoulder, the room lights where switched off, the front door clicked shut and the house returned to its uninhabited silence.
Suzzanne’s eyes flicked open and almost immediately she was aware of her surrounding, whatever they had stuck her with, it wore off quickly. She was strapped down to a metal exam table, Ballistic nylon straps where fastened at her wrists, ankles elbows and knees, wider straps crossed her hips and across her shoulders pinning her firmly to the shiny steel surface. She was still gagged with the tape and lifting her head she looked down her body, she was still wearing the fitted black cat suit and boots. She tried the straps in turn but they where inflexible and seemed to pass through the table and fasten underneath. She looked around the room, an unlit operating/examination light was fixed over the table and the rest of the room lighting was subdued, dim. Cupboards and metal benches lined two of the four walls but otherwise the room was virtually bare. Once again Suzzanne considered her predicament, she had been taught techniques to resist interrogation but she wondered how far her captors would go. She closed her eyes and waited.
The lights snapped on and Suzzanne was awake in an instant. “How is our captive” said the woman as she strode across the room. She still wore the black boots and ski pants but was now wearing a fitted black vest top and the ski mask was gone. Her dark red hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail and her bright eyes were brilliant green, she smiled a thin smile as she looked down at Suzzanne. Suzzanne struggled and “Mmpphed” through the tape gag.
For a moment the woman ignored her and walked around the table looking at Suzzanne’s immobilised body, she smiled appreciatively; the black cat suit accentuated every curve and line of the agent’s very feminine body. Her 36D breasts rose and fell with each breath and her nipples stood out against the shiny material. Letting her gaze drift down she noted the way the fabric clung to Suzzanne’s lower body and thighs, it was obvious she was wearing nothing beneath the suit and was very neatly trimmed! Suzzanne continued to struggle and the woman turned back to look her in the face, “Oh excuse me” and reaching forward she roughly pulled the tape covering Suzzanne’s mouth. Suzzanne pulled a face but was pleased to have it gone; she worked her jaw and lips as the sensation returned.
“Well how are you feeling?”
“I’ve felt better” said Suzzanne, “what do you want, you have the chip”.
“Yes I have the chip don’t I” she said mockingly “and wasn’t it easy to get?”
Suzzanne flushed, they had completely hoodwinked her, she has got in and opened the safe and all they had to do was wait.
“You’re wondering why your thermal imager didn’t detect us aren’t you?” she mocked. “our clothing has a reflective silver layer to hide our thermal signature, hood, gloves boots, everything, makes us invisible to infra red and night vision, we bought the technology from another client, I’ll have to tell him how well it works” and she laughed.
“So what do you want from me, I’ll tell you nothi…”
“Oh Pish” she cut over Suzzanne, “shut up, there’s nothing you can tell me about your organisation that I don’t already know so whilst it would be fun I’m not going to torture you for information!”, then she turned coyly away and said over he shoulder “ but that’s not to say we can’t have some fun together”.
Suzzanne tugged at the straps in frustration flexing her arms and legs and trying to arch her body, the bright lights reflecting off the changing contours of her cat suit. The woman turned back to the table “you won’t break those straps but its fun to watch you try” and she reached out and with the back of her hand stroked the side of Suzzanne’s face. The agent flicked her head to the side to avoid the touch but the hand continued down onto her shoulder and she let her fingers trail down and across her full breast until they reached the bump of the nipple. She gently gripped the nipple through the suit with her dark red nails and pinched, Suzzanne gritted her teeth, she would not cry out. The fingers continued to linger on the nipple before continuing down across the captives’ stomach and inevitably down across her mound until they stopped, resting between her spread thighs. Suzzanne lay very still and with her head to one side closed her eyes. “Stop it “she hissed through her teeth.
The invading fingers increased their pressure on her pussy almost imperceptibly and the woman said “Your suit doesn’t leave much to the imagination does it?” Suzzanne felt her cheeks flush, “stop it now “she hissed again.
“I don’t really think you’re in a position to demand anything, do you? In fact I think the lady doth protest too much” and she walked briskly out of Suzzanne’s vision. Suzzanne could hear her searching in a cupboard and then her footsteps returning. She reappeared from above Suzzanne’s head her green eyes flashing wide as they looked in Suzzanne’s. “Open wide” and before she could react she had slipped a ball gag into Suzzanne’s open mouth and deftly cinched up the buckle, Suzzanne thrashed her head from side to side but it was no use, the ball was secure muffling and distorting any sound she cared to make. “There that’s an improvement, no more back chat”. “Mmmphh mmmmmph” was the only reply.
“Now where were we? Oh yes your reason for being here. I should have killed you really, after all you are an enemy agent but it seemed a bit of a waste.” All the time her fingers roamed over Suzzanne’s body tracing the swell of her breasts, the points of her nipples and the plump crease of her pussy. She wriggled uncomfortably at the unwelcome touch but was powerless to prevent it. The woman continued, “As I said there’s no point in torturing you for information, however I can use a fit responsive sexy body and a disciplined mind like yours in some experiments I have planned”. Experiments! Suzzanne bucked and twisted against the straps mewling behind the gag, her big eyes wide and flashing. “Nobody knows where you are in fact your organisation thinks you have double crossed them so they are not expecting you back any time soon so we have plenty of time to play, I can’t wait myself!”
Suddenly the woman climbed onto the exam table and straddled Suzzanne’s hips; she leant forward putting her hands on either side of Suzzanne’s head. She could feel her breath on her face and a curiously warm sensation where the woman was sitting across her. “You are very pretty” she said breathily, then her hand slid to the zip at the collar of her cat suit. Very gently she pulled on the zipper and it slowly parted revealing the swell of Suzzanne’s breasts.
Suzzanne protested behind the gag but she continued to pull on the zip until it was just below the heaving bust. Then she slowly slid her hand inside feeling the firm roundness of the agent’s breast. Suzzanne stifled a gasp. “Mmmm warm“ said the woman and her fingertips gently began to circle Suzzanne’s nipple. Suzzanne twisted and instinctively flexed her hips pushing up against the woman. “Oh you like that don’t you” and she slid her other hand in pushing back the stretchy material and cupping both breasts forcefully. Suzzanne moaned softly, the cool air of the room made her nipples peak as the woman continued to massage her breasts occasionally pinching, pulling and twisting her nipples.
Suzzanne’s head rocked from side to side and she flexed against the straps, balling her fists, the combination of bondage, helplessness and intrusion was firing her level of arousal and she could feel warmth between her own legs matching that of the woman who straddled her. Smoothly the woman removed one hand from her breast and reached around to cup Suzzanne’s pussy, “My that’s got warm” she said, “I bet if I took the time to explore a bit further I’d find something that would give away what you are really feeling you naughty little spy!” and with that she hopped down from the table leaving Suzzanne confused and slightly disappointed!.
“That’s enough of that, I was obviously right about you, you are just what I am looking for. Right better get started then no time like the present, I’ve got some equipment to prepare so we’ll be meeting up again shortly”, and she turned on her heel and marched out of the room.
Suzzanne lay there for a second slightly flustered and definitely aroused, her breasts rose and fell gently still exposed as the woman had left them. Despite how she felt she didn’t like the sound of what her captor had in store for her, experiments, equipment, it did not sound like something she was going to enjoy. She knew now struggling was futile and relaxed to conserve her energy not knowing what torments awaited her.
She was not aware of the passage of time, her mind drifted, some of the sedative was clearly still in her system and she was distracted by the effects of the woman’s molestation of her. She jumped as the door swung open and the woman strode in. She had changed her clothes, she was now in a black mini skirt and a white blouse, her hair was pulled back into a tight bun and a pair of black rimmed glasses perched on her nose, she looked all the world like a parody of a secretary had it not been for the pristine white lab coat she was wearing. “Right I think we are ready to begin”.
Two of the black clad goons followed her in and she clicked her fingers and gestured towards the restrained agent. One of the men pressed a sequence of buttons at the head of the table and Suzzanne felt the straps go loose as the magnetic clasps under the table released. She would have liked to have fought back but the effect of being restrained in one position for so many hours and the quick actions of the men prevented her from doing so. As soon as the clasps released one of the men slipped a handcuff over her wrist, the other man pushed her into a sitting position and grabbed her other wrist and pulled it behind her back where the other cuff slid around her wrist. She winced as her arms ached from being restrained for so long. They hauled her off the table and as her booted feet hit the floor her knees buckled and the two men took her weight to prevent her collapsing on the floor. “Bring her“ the woman ordered and the guards pulled her upright.
At first Suzzanne stumbled and her feet dragged but by the time they reached the door she was able to walk and keep up with her two captors as they moved swiftly out into the corridor. She looked around at her surroundings, nothing unusual, painted brick walls, fluorescent overhead lighting, lino floor and several unmarked doors on either side. The woman walking briskly ahead of them and rounded the corner, as the trio followed she had stopped halfway down the next corridor and had opened one of the doors which allowed a pool of bright light to spill into the corridor. As they halted in front of the open door Suzzanne could not see into the room as the door blocked her view, but this door had a sign, “TESTING” and above there was a red “Do Not Disturb” sign as yet unlit.
Suzzanne braced her feet and pushed back against the two men to try and resist entering the room but their size and weight advantage gave her no chance and she was forcibly propelled into the room. Inside the room was virtually bare but brightly lit with white down lighters. Three computer terminals stood on a bench along one wall with white metal cabinets beneath. At the far end of the room something was draped with a silver sheet, she couldn’t make head or tail of its strange contours but it didn’t give her a good feeling and she noticed power and data cables leading from under the sheet to wall plugs and sockets and a third to a small plinth which supported what looked like a control panel.
“Right” said the woman, “let’s get started”, she turned to Suzzanne. “Well my little guinea pig let’s see how you get on with this” and with the flair of a showman she pulled the sliver sheet to reveal half the device. Suzzanne was not sure what she was looking at, it looked for all the world like a cross trainer! Looking more closely she noted the bottom of the device consisted of two parallel rails which at present disappeared under the sheet. What she could see consisted of an upright framework about 4 feet high made of shiny metal tubes, linkages, hydraulic pistons and tubing. At the top there was a small leather pad and the whole frame faced along the rails towards the still hidden portion of the device. To her horror she noted broad black leather straps which ended in chrome buckles attached at strategic points on the framework and she was in no doubt as to their function, restraint! She had not uttered a sound since entering the room but now despite the ball gag it was clear the sound she was making was “No” but all that came out was nnnnnnuuuuuuuu!!
“Get her ready, strip her but don’t release her wrists, cut that suit off if you have to”. Suzzanne struggled but one of the guards looped his arm between her back and pinioned arms forcing her forward. The second man reached down and began to unzip her knee high boots, within seconds they were both off and slung into the corner of the room. The first man then grabbed her hair and jerked her upright whilst the second man reached for the half open zip down the front of her cat suit. Stretching the elastic suit away from her body a blade appeared in his right hand and skilfully he ran it from the zip up to her shoulder and down the arm of her suit to the cuff, the elastic material recoiling away from its wearer as he cut. Suzzanne gasped as he reached across and repeated the procedure on the other side.
No longer taut across her fulsome body the suit seemed to wither away and it was easy for him to yank the uncut bottom half of the suit down her legs and off, dispatched to the heap in the corner. Suzzanne stood there completely naked, she was not ashamed of her body, her firm breasts were rounded and tipped with perky pink nipples, her soft smooth stomach curved down between her legs and her pussy was crowned with a short rectangle of hair. This time it was the woman’s turn to gasp “perfect specimen” she mouthed breathily. She could see the eyes of the guard in front roaming over her body lingering on her neatly trimmed patch. Behind her the second guard was holding her arms tightly and she could feel him pushing his hips against her taut bottom and she knew that wasn’t a gun she could feel.
For a moment nobody in the room moved and nobody spoke, Suzzanne’s curvy nakedness held their attention, transfixed, she was aware of them and the look on their faces, the slow passage of their eyes up and down her body. “Enough” she thought and with a blur her leg shot out and her foot connected with the soft contents of the guard’s crotch. With an explosive expiration he crumpled forward and dropped to his knees his hands fumbling between his legs as her leg recoiled and struck out again catching him under his chin sending him sprawling across the floor. The moment broken, the guard behind her twisted her arms savagely and forced her head forward preventing her from progressing her attack. The woman stepped forward, “Good you’ve still got some fight” and she kicked the downed guard in the ribs, “I’ve told you not to stare“ and she laughed as he continued to nurse his groin.
“Get up you and let’s get her strapped in” she spat and as the downed guard painfully raised himself from the floor the other guard began to manhandle Suzzanne towards the device of chrome and leather. She struggled unable to get any purchase from her bare feel on the linoleum floor as she was dragged pushed forward. The second guard, more wary now joined in and deftly the manhandled her into the device.
“Hold her legs” barked the woman and the guard forced Suzzanne’s ankles into padded half cuffs. The woman slipped the leather strap across her ankle and through the buckle fastening it tightly. The two repeated the process on the other side and Suzzanne found her ankles immovably fixed. More straps fastened above her knees and then another across her hips which forced her pelvis and lower back against the padded leather support.
“Careful now and secure her wrists”, one guard held both her wrists whilst the other removed the cuffs, each taking one arm they forced her wrists into the padded cuffs and secured the straps. They all stepped back breathing heavily, Suzzanne had put up a lot of resistance and beads of sweat glistened between her breasts. She tugged and strained at the straps, her breasts bouncing and jiggling as she thrashed “mmmmppphhhing” into the ball gag, finally she stopped struggling, her breasts now heaving as she panted, her breathing impeded by the gag. She looked down, her ankles where now fastened about 2 feet apart in line with the rails. The remaining straps secured her legs and kept her in an upright position within the frame. The strap across her hips finished off the restraint of her lower body keeping it completely immobile.
“You could have made that much easier on yourself you know” and she allowed her hand to stroke across Suzzanne’s breasts gently cupping each one in turn, gently lifting them, Suzzanne squirmed, her eyes flashed anger and she growled through the ball gag, the woman ignored her holding eye contact as her hand travelled down into the neat patch of hair, lingering for a second before stroking between her thighs and cupping her pussy. Her hand moved backward and forwards, her fingertips stroking Suzzanne’s plump depilated lips before her middle finger gently but firmly pressed a pathway between and slipped inside her sex.
Suzzanne let out a surprised moan and her eyes opened wide, the finger continuing to explore and Suzzanne found it hard not to enjoy the feeling. As quickly as it had entered the finger withdrew and the woman held the glistening digit before Suzanne’s’ face, “You’re wet, very wet, good because you are going to need to be” and she slipped the finger into her mouth and her lips made a red “O” around it before she pulled it out and turned away. Suzzanne flushed pink but she could not deny the warmth between her thighs.
The woman moved over to the pedestal and adjusted several of the dials finally pressing a red button, with a slight hiss the frame to which Suzzanne was strapped shuddered as the pressure flowed into the hydraulics. Feeling the movement she twisted in the straps, this was not looking good! “I’ve told you save your strength” said her captor and she moved to the still hidden end of the device and pulled off the remainder of the sheet. It was somewhat of an anti-climax, at the far end of the rails was a plain stainless steel box about four feet high, the only feature marring its flawless surface was a slot about five inches wide from the top of the box to the floor.
She walked back towards the struggling agent and grasped her firmly by the jaw, fixing her with her glowing green eyes, “I think you will find this somewhat stimulating”, she paused, “ I’ve not tried it myself of course, that pleasure will go to you” and letting her hand drift down Suzzanne’s neck she moved back to the control panel. She turned to the two guards standing patiently at the back of the room, “you can go now, turn on the sign and ensure I am not disturbed”. A look of disappointment on their faces they moved to the door, they knew what the device did and where looking forward to seeing it in use on the curvy agent.
Suzzanne heard switches being flicked and a flicker of red light caught her eye, looking up she noticed a small video camera begin to pan round to face her. It whirred to a stop and slowly panned up and down her body, then she watched the lens zoom in and out, clearly her captor was testing the view from the camera! She suddenly became aware the woman was standing close beside her and she flinched as the woman pressed a small adhesive electrode to her temple, first one side then the other, she placed two more on either side of her neck, another pair at the base of her spine and a final two on either side of her trimmed pubis, as she did so she cupped Suzzanne’s sex again feeling its heat and gently stroked her fingers over her pussy lips, “Good job you keep it neat otherwise I’ve have had to get those two to shave you” and she laughed again, Suzzanne shuddered at the thought! She continued, “this being an experiment I want to collect the data on your physiological responses hence the electrodes and of course I need to film it so I can watch it back later!” Suzzanne tried to demonstrate her annoyance but in her current state all the woman saw was a jiggle of her boobs and “NNnnnnnnnUUUUuuuuu” from behind the gag.
“Ok Ready? Let’s begin” and Suzzanne heard a gentle hiss and almost imperceptibly at first the frame to which she was restrained began to move forward along the rails. She strained against the frame and straps but there was nothing she could do to slow or resist the movement as it inexorably crept forward. She was still four feet or more away from the stainless steel box when she noticed a movement deep within the dark slot. Slowly something began to emerge from the slot, she watched puzzled. Gradually from the depths of the box emerged something gelatinous and pink and glistening, the object was about six inches long from a thick base narrowing to an inch wide tip, it wobbled gently at it came into sight, the whole of the upper surface was textured with row after row of fine projections, it looked for all the world like.. A tongue!
As she watched the object extended further from the box she noted it was attached to the edge of a vertical metal wheel and that further round the circumference of the wheel was another tongue like projection and another and another! Slowly the wheel began to rotate in a clockwise direction the tongue projections appearing from the bottom of the box, moving upwards as the wheel rotated and disappearing into the slot at the top of the box. Suzzanne watched bemused for a movement and then it dawned on her, the moving tongues where directly in line with her pussy and she was moving slowly towards them, in a few moments her spread legs would begin to intersect the path of the rotating wheel and the tongues would begin to lick her pussy. She struggled and looked towards the woman who was leaning casually against the pedestal, she smiled back cruelly “yes that’s right” she said seeing the look of realisation in Suzzanne’s eyes, “devilishly fiendish isn’t it, the tongues are my own invention, they are made of a bio-elastomer and feel and behave just like the real thing, they are lubricated each time they pass back through the machine but I expect as they get going lubrication’s not going to be a problem is it!”
Suzzanne began to struggle more vigorously twisting and flexing her wrists and legs, she tried to push her hips backwards in an attempt to delay the inevitable but the leather pad in the small of her back kept her hips slightly thrust forward. She was now only a few inches from interconnecting with the trajectory of the tongues and could see almost every detail of the pink fleshy surface. The next few inches of her journey seemed an eternity but then she felt the gentle touch as the first of the tongues swept its tip over her trimmed patch, a few seconds later the next tongue made contact with her bare pussy and she gasped and stiffened. It did not make full contact but merely lapped at her closed lips the lubrication making its touch all the more sensuous. The next tongue made full on contact as virtually its entire length moved along her pussy in a firm motion before flicking its tip up across her belly and disappearing back into the machine.
The tongues where not moving quickly and each contact lasted around 10 seconds, at this speed they did not hit or slap against her sex, instead they made soft contact, gradually increasing in pressure as the textured surface made is presence known to her soft bare skin as it continued on its journey upwards The frame had now stopped moving forward and Suzzanne was in contact with the passage of each tongue. As they passed the firm pressure and shape of each tongue aided by the copious lubrication was slowly parting the lips of her sex, each tongue probing deeper between her plump lips seeking out her most sensitive areas than the last. She struggled both physically and mentally, the unyielding motion of each soft invader was working its magic and she knew she was becoming aroused adding her own contribution to the wetness that would lead to her downfall.
The tongues where now probing fully inside her sex each stroke starting at her perineum and drawing the slick textured protuberance deep between her folds and over her swelling clitoris. She found herself taking a deep intake of breath with each stroke, her head swimming with the sensations that where flooding outwards from between her spread thighs. Suzanne was no longer aware of the woman who stood smiling as machine record Suzzanne’s responses. She studied them for a moment and gently twisted a dial. With a soft hiss the pad in Suzzanne’s back moved forward slightly and her hips were thrust further forward allowing the tongues greater access and time of contact. She let a low long moan from behind the gag and threw her head back making her long brunette hair cascade down her back.
All the time the camera slowly panned up and down occasionally pausing and zooming in on a close up of the tongues delving wetly between her puffy pink glistening lips. Suzzanne had only endured 10 minutes of the pleasurable torment and her first orgasm was soon to arrive. The woman watched her clinical readings creeping upwards, heart rate, blood pressure, cerebral perfusion, body temperature, she knew she would peak soon and that thought along with the vision of the beautiful curvy agent bound and tormented in the clutches of her machine made her conscious of the warm wetness she began to feel in her own pussy and her own hand slowly crept down and pressed between her thighs.
As the orgasm burst over Suzzanne she arched against the restraints, threw back her head and emitted a long “GGGGGAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR” from behind the gag, her hips pulsed with each passing stroke as the muscles of her thighs stood out in firm relief. As the wave passed the pulsing of her hips turned to sharp jerks and her head slumped forward, sweat glistened between her breasts and she moaned quietly. The woman, yanked out of her daydream by the noisy climax watched intently as the readings peaked, plateaued for a full 25 seconds before falling back. Her subject was obviously very fit, how long she could last? Who knows it would be fun to find out. Suzzanne’s torment continued, the tongues continued their inexorable licking and probing, each time now stimulating her swollen sensitized clitoris.
Her mind was swimming, her pussy felt molten, her nipples stiff, she lifted her head and tried gathering her wits; she was still at the mercy of the woman and her machine, the machine which continued to assail her pussy, relentlessly lapping, probing. A second orgasm was building and she could not resist the unyielding pulsing waves of pleasure growing in her belly, she began to pant with each stroke of the tongues, the gag causing her to make a whooshing sound which built to a massive inhalation followed without pause by another “GGGGGAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR” as her second orgasm arrived.
Suzzanne lifted her head and looked across at the woman; strands of brunette hair now stuck to her forehead, her eyes were glazed and sweat beaded her top lip. Her large eyes pleaded, as she tried to form the words around the gag “pleeeth stoc”. Her tormentor looked back impassively, the agents breathing was ragged, her large breasts rising and falling, she was now also using her abdominal muscles to suck in each breath, between her legs her tiny patch of hair was slick and flattened by the lube from the passage of the tongues and her pussy and the inside of her thighs glistened with moisture, a mixture of sweat, lubricant and her own contribution.
She moved to the frame and lifted Suzzanne’s sagging head by the chin, and looked straight into her eyes said, “Not just yet, that’s only two, we need to see how much further you can go”, Suzzanne’s eyes widened “Pleeeth ngo moooor!” she mouthed, “Sorry“ came the reply and let go of her chin and let her head slump onto her chest. She returned to the pedestal and began to adjust some dials. Suzzanne forced her mind to stay focused; she had been trained to withstand interrogation what was so different about this, she closed her eyes and fought to control her breathing, the sensation between her legs was now becoming a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as the tongues continued to rasp over her highly sensitive pussy lips and clitoris. She knew she had to try and suppress the orgasms as they were sapping her energy but as long as the tongues continued to work her pussy the more painful their ministrations would become.
She fixed her thoughts on fighting the growing sensations and her captor noted with interest the increasing period between her climaxes, she said nothing but she knew the agent was fighting back and her hands slowly adjusted the dials instructing the machine to increase the pressure of the tongues as they made contact with their victim. At the same time the frame crept forward and the pad gently eased Suzzanne’s hips further forward. Her back was now quite arched and the combination of changes meant that the tips of the fleshy protuberances now pushed their way between the cleft of her buttocks and stroked her dark puckered ring. Suzzanne felt the change in position and the increase in the sensations in her nether regions, the firm but gentle licking of her anus applied more pressure to her struggling resolve and after a minute her two she crumbled and responded loudly to another shattering orgasm. This one lasted a full thirty five seconds and her body remained tense and she cried out throughout before slumping in her restraints as it subsided.
The woman was pleased, the adjustments to the machine continued to bring the orgasms at shorter intervals now but after the fifth one the woman could only tell Suzzanne was coming by the shuddering and tensing of her body before she slumped again into the restraints. Her entire body glistened with sheen of sweat, slick rivulets of fluid trickled slowly down the insides of her thighs and overlapping spots of fluid dotted the floor beneath her pussy. The readouts showed Suzzanne’s heart rate in three figures and her blood pressure abnormally elevated as her body slowly succumbed to the unceasing assault, how would it end thought the woman, would her heart just stop or would she burst a vessel and stroke out?.
Suzzanne’s mind was fogged and disorientated, she could hear her heart pounding in her ears and her vision was tinged with pink at the edges as she fought to focus. The woman had been torturing her for well over an hour now and she had lost count of how many times she had come, her pussy and anus burned and the deep muscles of her pelvis and thighs ached. She had ceased to make any noise of protestation long ago and she just wanted it to end, to die if necessary, just for it to stop. Out of the edge of her consciousness she was vaguely aware of a commotion in the room, struggling to lift her head she saw several other people in the room, she tried desperately to focus but as she tried the now familiar feeling grew in her belly and her world went dark.
When the door of the room burst open the woman spun round and in with an irritated tone began “I told you not to dis…” but on seeing the visitors her voice died away. Five men filled the room, four of them wore urban camouflage battledress of multi tone grey and were all armed with silenced MP5’s, the fifth, a tall stocky grey haired man wore an Officers greatcoat and peaked cap. “Interrupted your games have I Cordelia?” he spoke with slight accent “who is she?”
She hesitated, “Err she’s and M.I.7 I captured and…. “
“And of course you are interrogating her“ cut in the man sarcastically, “You were supposed to meet me with the chip, the chip she got for you” he continued.
The woman stumbled over her words, he was obviously better informed than she had realised, “Err yes, err General, she was there but we got the chip for you as instructed”
“I know, after you didn’t turn up for our meeting I decided to come here myself, your two bodyguards where persuaded to tell me where you were hiding it. You were going to double cross me Cordelia, use my money to get the chip and then sell it on to another bidder and disappear with the money” as he spoke the tone and volume of his voice increased.
“No General, I would never cross you I..”
He cut he off again “Don’t lie to me Cordelia, I know who you were going to sell it to, I persuaded him to tell me where I could find you”.
“Too late Cordelia” and with a nod of his head to one of the soldiers, the man levelled his weapon at the woman and squeezed off two shots, Phud! Phud! The woman staggered slightly and looked down at the two growing rosettes of crimson on her blouse, she stood for a moment looking with pained surprise at the General before she collapsed to the floor motionless, a pool of dark red spreading slowly from under her. The General stepped over her to the pedestal and pressed the large red button and the machine stopped instantly.
He then moved over to the motionless captive and placed his hand under her chin and lifted, her head slumped to one side as carefully prised open one of her eyelids, the orb swam lazily in the socket the pupil hugely dilated, she was deeply unconscious. He stepped back and looked her up and down, no obvious physical damage, mental or psychological he couldn’t tell, still an M.I.7 agent would be worth something to someone. “Bring her” he said “and then destroy the building”.
Two soldiers moved swiftly forward, one of them drew a wicked looking knife from his boot and quickly cut the bonds holding Suzzanne. The other caught her limp body as it fell and he hoisted it onto his shoulder. The other soldiers busied themselves with setting demolition changes as the General swept out of the room followed by the soldier with the naked Suzzanne over his shoulder.
Suzzanne slowly drifted awake and rolled onto her back, as her eyes opened she saw she was no longer in the Testing Room, she was in a bedroom. Looking around she saw she was lying atop a white double bed and in the corner of the room was a table, chair and set of drawers. She moved to raise herself onto her elbows and feeling resistance looked down to find her wrists secured by bright nickel chrome handcuffs, a similar pair restrained her ankles. A long length of heavy bright chain was secured to a ring bolt on the foot of the bed, threaded through her wrist and ankle cuffs and terminated in a similar ring bolt on the bed head. The chain was attached to the cuffs by small brass padlocks. This arrangement prevented her from sitting up of moving off the bed although there was enough slack in the chain to allow her limited movement on the bed.
She tugged at the chain and it clinked as she moved but as she expected it was securely fixed. As she moved she felt something around her throat and reaching tentatively up she found she was wearing a collar. She allowed her fingers to explore and noted it was hard, metal and leather lined and secured with the ubiquitous padlock. A large “D” ring was fixed into the collar. The passage of her hands upwards pulled the chain links over her skin and she flinched as the cold links trailed across her breasts, she was also naked! She looked over her bare skin and noted the fading pink welts around her wrists, thighs, ankles and across her hips, evidence of her struggle with the Licking Machine!
The last thing she remembered was the being in the machine and the commotion of someone bursting into the room. All she could remember clearly was the unceasing torment of the rotating tongues and she shuddered moving her hands down as if to protect her sex and squeezing them between her thighs. To her surprise something felt different, her pussy had been shaved and she saw that her neat thatch had gone leaving just a smooth neat schoolgirl cleft. In fact she realised she was clean and perfumed; someone had rescued her from the clutches of a mad woman, bathed, shaved and chained her to a bed! However, it was unlikely they were going to be on her side!
A key rattled in the lock and the door opened and the figure of a man appeared, he was holding a whiskey bottle and a glass which he set down on the table. He was tall, over six feet, heavily built but with a slight belly. She guessed he was about mid-fifties, his broad ruddy face topped by steel grey hair in what the Americans called a “brush cut”. He wore a military style shirt with shoulder boards bearing three stars and his field grey trousers had a red stripe running down the seam. He looked across at Suzzanne taking in the contours of her naked form, the swell of her breasts down across her soft belly to the cleft of her pussy and the curve of the hips and buttocks. She felt slightly embarrassed under his gaze but with her hands restrained she was unsure whether she should cover her pussy or her breasts.
“Well my little Kätzchen you were quite a fortuitous find” he began; she detected a slight Germanic accent but nothing she could place. “An M.I.7 agent and in quite a predicament too”, She blushed again. “If we had not arrived when we did she would have let that machine kill you”
“Who was that woman” cut in Suzzanne.
“Oh nobody important, she was just a business associate”.
“Yes I had her killed, she double crossed me, she was planning to sell the data chip you retrieved on the open market”. He poured himself two fingers of whiskey and downed it in one. “I can’t have people out there thinking they can cross me whenever they like, there are reputations at stake you know” and he filled the glass again.
“So who are you and why have you brought me here?” said Suzzanne
“You can call me “General”” he said after draining the glass “and you are here because you have some value”.
“What do you mean value? My organisation won’t pay any ransom”
“I know that child” he replied “but there are people out there who would pay top dollar to get their hands on an M.I.7 agent, especially one who looks like you!”
“What do you mean you plan to sell me to the highest bidder?”
“And then what?”
“Who cares, I’ll have the money and they can do with you whatever they like and some of them are pretty imaginative and have a big grudge with your government” he laughed.
“You bastard” she growled.
“Well enough of this small talk, I’m going to free your hands and feet so you can put some clothes on but no funny business” and he produced a small automatic pistol from the drawer along with another length of chain. Moving to the head of the bed he attached the length of chain to the eye bolt and then produced a padlock. He reached under Suzanne’s chin and pulled on the “D” ring of the collar clipping it to the chain with the padlock. He then moved back to the chest of drawers and placed the key next to the pistol. “That chain is not long enough to reach here and the key to your collar is in the drawer”.
Suzzanne realised his plan, even if she overpowered him she would not be able to free herself from the collar and chain. Moving back he cautiously undid her ankle cuffs and then her wrist cuffs. He was not really afraid she could hurt him and he had a huge power/weight advantage but she was a trained agent and could get in a lucky blow. Rubbing her wrists Suzzanne sat up on the side of the bed as he placed a pile of items beside her on the bed, he then returned to the chair and sat facing her holding the pistol on her, “Get dressed” he said menacingly.
Suzzanne could see at once it was lingerie and she examined the items in turn. On top there was a pair of scarlet satin opera gloves, a pair of black seamed stockings with scarlet welts was next followed by a black and red satin Basque. “Is this all?” she said contemptuously holding up the Basque.
“It will do for my purposes” he snapped “but there is always this if you don’t shut up and get on with it” and he held up a large black bit gag and head harness for her to see. Seeing no alternative and certainly not wanting to be gagged again she began to slide the gloves up her arms, smoothing and straightening as she went. She didn’t know what he had in mind but she needed to see if she could distract him. Standing up she placed the Basque around her middle and began to fasten the row of hooks and eyes, as it tightened it squeezed her ample bosom upwards and her nipples peaked over the satin edged cups.
Turning her back to him she bent over giving him full view of her rounded cheeks as she continued to slipped on and straightened the seams of the stockings allowing him a good long look at her shaven furrow and puckered ring, as she did so she looked back at him over her shoulder with her big childlike eyes and she watched him shift in the chair an obvious bulge in his uniform trousers. Finally she turned and raised her leg onto the bed pointing her toe as she fastened the suspender straps this time giving a profile view of her bare pink sex.
“Enough” he choked as she fastened the final strap, “back on the bed, face down, hands behind your back” and seeing him gesture towards the bed with the wicked looking pistol she complied and climbed onto the bed and lay face down placing her gloved hands in the small of her back. Downing another glass of whiskey he moved towards the bed and she felt the familiar cold pressure of a pistol on the back of her skull. “Grasp your elbows with the opposite hand” he coldly instructed her, then with his free hand he produced a long length of white cord from the bedside drawer, “what was it with villains and bondage?” she puzzled for a moment as he began to bind each wrist to the opposite elbow forming her arms behind he in the shape of a “U”.
Next he grabbed each ankle in turn and bent her legs up until each heel was touching her buttocks, then her wrapped several throws of the cord around each leg effectively binding her ankle to her thigh. Finally he reached under her stomach and looped cord around her waist and over her arms melding them to her body. He tied off the final knot and stepped back. The scantily clad agent was bound in a classic frog tie and he watched as she wriggled and pulled, testing the cords. Returning to the drawers he placed the pistol on the top and returned with the key and unfastened the chain from her collar confident in the knowledge she was no longer a threat.
“Comfortable” he sneered. “Go fuck yourself” came the reply. He laughed, “Actually I have the exact opposite in mind Kätzchen, I’m going to fuck you!” and her reached under her and with little effort flipped her onto her back. She struggled and twisted like a mad thing but the position of her arms pinned beneath her made them useless and she realised she was unable to close her legs. He looked down at her and loosened his tie, “We are going to have a lot of fun Kätzchen” and he began to slide his hand up the inside of her stockinged thigh, “NO” she hissed but his hand continued and she felt his warm palm against her skin and then the touch of his fingertips over her soft pussy lips before it continued on over her shaven mound making its way ever upwards.
His hand followed the contours of her belly until it reached the rise of her breasts; his hand cupped her breast and then firmly began to knead, squeezing and rolling the flesh, Suzzanne gritted her teeth and turned her head to the side, his thick fingers pressing roughly into the soft skin, the motion of his hand caused the nipple to pop above the cup line, he grasped it between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it between the digits flattening it before pulling on it stretching it away from her breast, She grimaced and her inhalation made a sharp hissing sound. Using his other hand to scoop her other breast from its satin cup he continued to squeeze and pull on her breasts paying prolonged and particular attention to her now bright pink, erect nipples.
He looked down at her malevolently, “Oh yes we are going to have some fun before I sell you on and let those pigs get their hands on you, god knows what they will do with you they don’t see many white women and certainly none with your obvious attributes” he said increasing the tempo of his assault on her breasts and nipples.
“Go to hell!” she retorted “I would rather die first “.
He ignored her protestations as his hands left her breasts and moved lower to probe the secrets of her sex. His thick fingers began to stroke either side of her slit before one finger applying more pressure than the other parted the plump lips and found her pink moist hole. Finding it slick he worked his finger in and out of her sex coating it with her wetness, her breaths rasped as she tried to resist but he just worked his finger into her harder. Now his other hand reached down and began to spread her sex exposing her pink inner lips and hooded button. He slipped another finger inside her and the two digits pistoned in and out of her the index finger of his other hand began a constant flicking massage of her bud.
Suzzanne squirmed in her bonds and tossed her head from side to side and biting down on her bottom lip. He forced another thick finger into her slick tunnel and forced the muscular walls part, his three fingers now roamed her pussy reaching far up and probing her cervix and massaging the firm but slippery walls before finding the ridged pad of tissue behind her pubic bone, her “G” spot. Two of his fingers now played a steady cadence on this hypersensitive spot whilst the fingers of his other hand matched the rhythm on her clitoris. After a few minutes of this treatment Suzzanne orgasmed loudly letting out a long guttural cry which subsided into a deep throaty moan and he felt the rush of fluid around his fingers.
“Just warming you up” he said “I can’t bear a dry pussy” he laughed and he flipped her back onto her stomach. Suzanne’s mind was spinning, her climax had hit her like a truck, nobody had ever brought her to orgasm by digital stimulus alone before, what other surprises did this man have in store for her? She did not have to wait long, she gasped as he slid his broad index finger into her soaking pussy triggering a series of climactic aftershock which made her twitch and shudder. At the same time his other hand spread her buttocks and he watched her tight dark ring pucker in sync with the aftershocks. Withdrawing his finger from Suzanne’s pussy he smiled appreciatively noting it was thickly coated with her fluid and he gentle began to circle the ring of her anus with the slippery tip. She gasped and wriggled trying to avoid what she knew was coming but as well as spreading her cheeks his hand was applying a downward pressure which kept her pinned to the bed “No please not there” she implored.
“Oh Kätzchen” he replied softly, “this is nothing to what the others will do with a cute little arse like yours believe me” and she felt his finger gently begin to increase its pressure on the centre of her ring. She clenched hard trying to keep out the invader “Relax Kätzchen it will only hurt more if you fight me” he cooed and with sudden firm movement he forced her sphincter apart and plunged his finger in to the knuckle forcing a shrill scream from her lips, “You bastard” she whispered “you fucking bastard” and she clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes tight shut as his bulky digit explored her tightest place.
After a few minutes of probing he withdrew his finger and rose from the bed leaving Suzzanne panting. “Now for the main act” he said and pouring himself another glass of whiskey he downed it in one before unbuttoning his trousers and slipping off his shirt. She looked back and watched him undress, he was heavily built, quite muscular but with a small pot belly, he was faintly tanned all over. She gasped slightly as he turned, his erect circumcised cock although not much over six inches long was almost as thick as a coke can and bounced stiffly as he moved, she was in for a rough ride in more way than one!
He walked back to the bed and placed a half glass of whiskey on the bed side table and climbed onto the bed. He lay down beside the bound agent and reached over and in a strange tender moment stroked the hair from her face. Her big green eyes looked daggers back at him but he didn’t care he was going to enjoy fucking this little spitfire. Rolling over he slid a hand under Suzzanne’s belly and with the other hand pulled her on top of him, for a moment they were face to face and she could smell the strong spirit on his breath, then he hauled her upright so that she was sitting astride his hard belly and she cried out as the vast girth of his middle forced her bound thighs further apart. Pausing for a second he wriggled to adjust himself under her and meeting her searing gaze her said “Ready Kätzchen, old General Tom-Katze is here give your wet pussy a good fucking”, with a look of contempt in her eyes she replied “Go to hell arsehole”.
He ignored her insult and grasping her round the waist with both hands proceeded to lift easily moving her backward until her glistening sex was positioned over his thick upright member, then slowly he began to lower her onto it, she twisted and bucked but his grip was firm and steady. She felt the hot hard tip of his cock touch her outer lips then gradually with her own body weight and gravity as the motive force she felt the pressure against her pussy begin to increase until the thick tip forced her plump lips apart and her wet inner sex eased its passage into her pussy.
“AAAAAArrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhh” she cried throwing back her head as his tool first stretched wide then filled her deep canal, she felt as if her outer pussy was being stretched beyond normal limits, she had used some big dildo’s but none had felt like this. She continued to slide down until her pussy and his belly made contact, she was now firmly impaled on his cock. She glanced down, he had a huge smile on his face and he was watching her reactions intently. Slowly he began to lift her so that the thick hard cock half slid out of her pussy before he allowed her to slide back down again, he continued in this manner gradually increasing the frequency.
Bound and powerless to control any of her movements Suzzanne was being forced up and down astride a huge cock. His stamina was immense as he kept fucking her in this manner for a good 15 minutes without breaking a sweat. Suzzanne on the other hand was like a rag doll, weakened from her first orgasm her sensitised sex was being plundered by a behemoth of a cock and the degree to which her legs where spread meant that her pussy lips were stretched open ensuring that her exposed clit made full contact at the bottom of each stroke.
Eventually he lowered her down impaling her deeply on his thick member and his hands reached up to find her breasts. His big hands rolled and mashed her breasts, his thick fingers squashing, twisting and pulling her nipples. She gasped fighting back tears of pain. Then his hands moved down, one reaching round and gripping her buttock, the other moved between her widely spread legs and his broad rough thumb began to massage her clitoris. Suzzanne squirmed and twisted and as she did she could feel his substantial cock sliding against the walls of her sex. He was enjoying the sensation of her movement and continued to stimulate her until she screamed out and bucked her hips against him.
Gently lifting her off he laid her face down on the bed and moved to pour himself another glass of whiskey which he sat for a moment savouring. He found sex with the sensuous agent exciting, her body was fulsome and womanly, not like the stick thin dancers he usually had. He looked down at her trussed as she was, her breathing was deep and slow and her dark hair fell across her pretty features. He chuckled inwardly then brought his hand down hand across her buttocks with a loud “SLAP” shocking her awake, “time to go again Kätzchen” and he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her face down to the edge of the bed. Standing he positioned himself behind her and thrust his hips forward, his wide cock made contact with her slippery lips and then bulldozed its way inside her.
She cried out as her pussy was suddenly stretched wide around his member. He then continued to thrust in and out of her with the force of a steam hammer, all the time holding her by the hips to prevent her being propelled across the bed. Again she was amazed at his stamina as he plundered her sex without a break in his rhythm. Suddenly he stopped and withdrew “No good” he mumbled and he slipped the knots on the bindings around Suzzanne’s thighs and ankle. She cried out as he straightened her legs and the blood rushed back into her deprived leg muscles. Without pause he lifted her by the waist into the centre of the bed and climbed on after her. He lifted her by the hips and pushed her knees underneath her, her face buried in the bed clothes.
She was now up on her knees with her bottom pointing upwards and he manoeuvred himself behind her to penetrate her again. Grasping his cock in one hand he used his other hand to spread her saturated pussy and eased himself inside. She stifled her moans with the bedding as he stretched her wide again. Once satisfied he began to thrust again and because of the change in position she could feel the head of his cock thumping against the top of her vault making her insides jump with each stroke. He reached around and his thick fingers again sought her nipples repeating the treatment he had given them earlier, she forced her face into the bedclothes filling her mouth to stifle her moans.
Straightening up the subtle change of the angle of his attack allowed the head of his cock to make contact with the front wall of her vagina and she felt the heightening in sensation immediately and instinctively pushed back against him, “ HA” he said “ go little Kätzchen, go!” and steadying her hip with one hand he gripped her buttock with the other and forced his thumb through her sphincter. Suzzanne came instantaneously forcing herself back onto his cock as she came before he released his grip and she rolled sideways onto the bed panting. He reached again for the glass and drained its content before refilling it.
She looked across at him his thick hard cock still rigid and she knew he wasn’t finished with her. “General” she gasped “how do you keep going so long, you’re exhausting me?” flicking her gaze to his cock and back again. “Ah Kätzchen” he said “the magic of Viagra” and he laughed a deep throaty laugh before downing more whiskey. “Viagra, Oh shit!” she though, he could continue to fuck her for hours and she began to form a plan.
Moving back onto the bed he began to paw her buttocks, she looked across at the bottle it was over two thirds empty and she could tell from the slight slurring of his speak that it was having an effect, she need to exploit that. “I fuck you here now” he said indistinctly and began to press his thumb between her buttocks. Her mind raced there was no way she would be able to stand having his cock in her arse, he would split her like a melon and thinking quickly she replied, “No not yet General let me use my mouth to please you first”.
He stopped, yes the thought of her little pink wet tongue playing over the sensitive rim of his cock struck a chord in his alcohol fogged mind and he moved round to position himself in front of her face. The bulbous end of his cock loomed before her eyes and clumsily he pushed it against her lips. Gingerly she parted her lips slightly and the tip of her tongue flicked over the tip of his cock before she wrapped her lips over as much as she could, he moaned in appreciation and pushed his hips forward forcing his cock further into her mouth, may be this wasn’t such a good idea, she was still bound and had no control and now he was determined to continue. Disengaging she rolled onto her back and looking up at him she opened her eyes wide and said, “General I can’t do my best work from this position, free my hands and then I can use them and my mouth you won’t regret it“ she cooed.
“Ha Kätzchen, do you think I’m a fool?
“No General” she replied, “free my hands but use the collar to keep me attached to the bed, I won’t be able to get away, please!”
He thought for a moment, god she was gorgeous and she was a delight to fuck, horny and responsive. “Ok, but no funny business” and he rolled off the bed and moved unsteadily across to the bedside table to get the key. She moved to the edge of the bed and tipped her head back offering the “D” ring on the collar and he fumbled for moment as he slipped the link through the ring and fastened the padlock setting the key back on the table, she watched carefully, “now please untie me, I can’t get away”.
Effortlessly flipping her over her slipped the knots and she felt the tension release in her arms, she moved then slowly gradually extended the joints. Sliding off the bed she gestured to the bed “General please sit here on the edge”. He flopped down onto the side of the bed a look of smug anticipation on his face, he had had lots of women but this one was something else, perhaps he wouldn’t sell her on but would keep her for himself. Suzzanne slowly knelt down in front of him and gently spread his knees wider gently edging herself between them, her movements where feline and sensuous, all the time she kept her eyes wide maintaining eye contact with him. Slowly she slid one of her tiny gloved hands around his massive member but she could not get her hand around the whole thing, squeezing the base of his cock gently she made appreciative “Mmmmmm” sounds before slowly lowering her mouth and letting her tongue dance around the rim of his glans, “Oh Kätzchen” he moaned.
For several minutes she let her tongue flick around the tip of his cock whilst her hands and fingers, stroked the thick shaft and gently massaged his balls, every now and again she would run her tongue up and down the length of his cock, frequently making prolonged eye contact whilst she continued to lick. Wrapping both her hands around his cock she squeezed to trap the blood in the head and lowered her mouth taking the whole head inside her while her tongue continued to weave its magic. He felt her change in technique and the warm wetness of her mouth and tongue and his head lolled backwards as he moaned “Kätzchen, Kätzchen!” She now pumped her head up and down with her lips sealed tightly around the shaft as she made slurping sucking sounds, his hand moved up to the back of her head and he slid his fingers through her thick hair before grabbing a handful and twisting it around his hand. She allowed him to control the movement of her head, only resisting when his deep thrust came close to making her gag.
Gently she slipped her mouth off his cock, gently kissing the end as she did so before slowly standing before him. He looked her up and down, the swell of her hips framing her shaven sex, the heavy fullness of her breast accentuated but the heavy black collar and chain around her neck, he thought she really was a Goddess and she was his to fuck!!. Slowly she leaned in close kissing his cheek before mouthing breathily into his ear “I want you back inside me, I want you to make me come again”.
Leaning back she looked him straight in the eyes, his pink glazed eyes looking back at her as she placed her hands on either side of his face, then in a sudden blur of movement she head butted him full across the bridge of his nose and followed it up with a straight finger punch into his larynx. With an animal cry of pain he fell back onto the bed clutching at his face and throat struggling for breath. Quickly she brought the full force of her fist down on his solar plexus and finished off with a drop kick to his balls, like a wounded animal he howled and rolled into a ball on the bed. Searching the table top she found the key and released the collar around her neck then she picked up the small pistol from the table and made for the door. She opened it gingerly and looked out, the corridor was empty.
She moved out into the corridor leaving the moaning body of the General behind her stockinged feet moving silently over the tiles. She stripped off the satin gloves; they would impede her grip and use of the pistol. Reaching the end of the corridor she stopped and snatched a look around the corner, it was empty. Running on her tip toes she continued her flight continually looking for an exit out of the building. Suddenly a door ahead of her opened and a man in a white steward’s jacket stepped out. Finding himself confronted with a young woman wearing only a basque and stockings and brandishing a gun he stopped sharply, his face a mixture of surprise and expectation!
Without breaking her stride Suzzanne cannoned into him the heel of her hand connecting with his chin forcing his head backward sending him crashing back into the room and flat onto his back. Straddling the surprised man’s chest she slammed his head against the floor and pressed the pistol to his temple, “Which way out? Quickly!” His look was a mix of astonishment and terror, he was pinned to the floor by a half-naked girl, her bare breasts bobbed inches from his face and her pink wet pussy gaped open, he wasn’t sure where to look! Suzzanne slapped him,”which way?, Now”.
“There, there” he whispered, gesturing with his head towards a door in the corner “please don’t kill me!”
She looked towards the door then with a lightning fast strike cracked the pistol butt across the side of his head knocking him out. Scrambling up she briefly stood astride the motionless figure and noted with some amusement the thin dark line of wetness on the front of the man’s jacket where she had been sitting!! In the heat of her escape she had forgotten she was wearing no pants! She looked quickly around the room; it appeared to be a cleaner’s cupboard. Rifling through the shelves all she could find was clear heavy plastic bags and bottles of cleaning products, no cloths or dusters. Stripping off the basque and stockings she quickly took one of the plastic bags and split it down the sides and then in half. Stepping over the bag she pulled it up between her legs and began to tie the halves from the front and the back over her hip, repeating the process on the other side she was now wearing a transparent plastic bikini bottom! It felt a little strange and the gusset pressed slickly to her bare damp pussy but it would have to do!
Stripping the coat of the man she pulled on his T sheet, there, at least she was decent. Padding over to the door she gingerly slipped the handle down and peered through the gap, Bingo! It opened into a court yard about 50yds across and on the other side was a garage containing several cars. She waited a few seconds, she could see nobody about, behind her the floored man moaned, he wouldn’t be out for long. Slipping out into the yard she pressed herself against the wall and softly closed the door behind her. She could either make a dash across the open yard or move quietly around the outside to the garage. She chose the latter and set off her back pressed to the wall keeping low to duck under the windows that looked into the yard. Fortunately the yard was all paved and even barefooted she could move quickly and quietly.
Looking up she saw a man on the roof but he was looking the other direction. She continued on, getting ever nearer to the garage. Suddenly the door opened and the half-naked servant stumbled out into the yard holding his head and shouting for help. She saw the man on the roof begin to swing round and she decide to make a dash for it. As he turned the man on the roof saw the white blur moving low along the wall and shouted for help whilst levelling his machine pistol. Suddenly Suzzanne saw a row of dusty puffs spout from the paving accompanied by the BBBRRRRRRPP! of the rapid fire weapon and then the rounds were zipping past her like angry bees and hitting the wall behind her.
She continued her run and dived behind a stone water trough landing flat on her front before rolling onto her side. The bullets continued to impact into the trough pinging and ricocheting off the thick granite, then it stopped, his gun was empty and he had to change magazines. Kneeling swiftly up from behind the trough she raised the pistol and loosed off three quick shoots. One made contact and she saw a pink mist rise from his chest as he tumbled out of sight. Another armed man appeared in a door across the yard and another three quick shots had him ducking back inside before she continued her sprint to the garage.
As she round the entrance into the garage she spun round and flattened herself against the wall. There were 2 cars in the garage, beach buggy and a low open sports convertible. Under normal circumstances her choice would have been the convertible but the buggy was probably better if she needs to get off road! She pushed off from the wall towards the waiting buggy and was almost there when another man appeared from the door across the garage. He was tall and swarthy wearing an officer’s uniform and as he came towards her she raised the pistol and pulled the trigger. Silence, she pulled again and the hammer clicked against an empty chamber, the magazine had not been full!
She had no alternative and continued to run towards him, she could see he wasn’t armed but he began to raise his right arm and whatever he was holding in his hand showed two glinting silver points. She was about fifteen feet from the man when something shot silently from the device and she saw that two small barbs had become attached to her T- shirt and trailed fine silver wires back to the device, Shit! He had a Taser!, she tried vainly to brush the barbs from the shirt but before she could succeed he fired the device and Suzzanne’s world exploded in a flash of bright white light and pain before she sprawled on the ground twitching. Her mind felt disembodied, she tried to move her limbs but nothing happened, she tried to speak but her mouth just opened and closed like a fish out of water.
The figure of the officer loomed over her and he looked into her eyes before pressing the Taser button again and Suzzanne’s body jerked and her back arched before she slumped back down paralysed. Satisfied she had been incapacitated the officer knelt down beside her, he knew she was temporarily paralysed and would remain so for some time. Suzzanne’s mind screamed instruction to her muscles but with no effect, she couldn’t move, speak or make any sound. The officer looked her up and down, the T shirt was filled by her full breasts and her nipples peaked the white cotton, his gaze moving down her body his look changed to puzzlement as he saw she was wearing what appeared to be a clear polythene bikini!
The plastic had warmed with her body temperature and reflected the contours of her shaved sex and the effects of the General’s activities combined with her recent exertions had caused a thin line of condensation to form along the line of her pussy. At that moment one of the armed guards appeared, “Sir she’s injured the General, knocked out one of the kitchen staff and killed one of the guards!”
“Is the General badly hurt?” he replied.
“Looks like his nose is broken and he’s taken a bit of a beating” said the Guard.
“Oh!” said the Officer, “more fool her, she’ll pay for not killing him outright when she had the chance”.
The guards carried Suzzanne’s inert body back into the house and dumped her face down in the middle of a room. She could hear the General shouting and crashing about, castigating his servants and subordinates. She couldn’t move to see where he was but suddenly she was aware of his presence very close as he knelt down behind her and grabbing a handful of her hair lifted her head. His nose was heavily plastered and his nostrils packed with blood-stained gauze, his blackened eyes resembled those of a panda. Around his neck he wore a soft support collar. He fixed Suzzanne with his malevolent gaze.
“You fucking little Weibchen, you broke my nose and now you are going to pay” and he dropped her head back onto the wooden floor. “Herr General, we can’t kill her we have arranged the sale and the buyer has paid in full and is coming to collect!” the Officer cut in.
“Yes” replied the General, “but we can make her wait very unpleasant! Get some of Sophie’s toys, the ones she uses when she plays with her lesbian friends” and he laughed quietly to himself. Meanwhile while her body refused to co-operative with her will her mind was in overdrive as she heard to his plans for her.
A few moments later the Officer returned and a mass of leather straps and buckles was dropped in front of Suzzanne’s face. She studied the contrivance with mounting anxiety but could make no sense of the tangle of inch wide black leather straps, buckles, metal rings and rivets.
“Put it on her” said the General from his armchair.
One of the guards pulled Suzzanne’s T shirt over her head before gripping the back of her polythene bikini and ripping it off, tossing the shredded garment off the one side. The officer had lifted the leather harness and was holding it up and turning it this way and that, orientating himself to its eventual position on Suzzanne. Rolling her onto her back the two men slipped the harness over her head so that two of the straps came over her shoulders and attached to a metal ring at the top over her chest. Two more short lengths of strap joined by metal rings were adjusted vertically down her midriff. Attached to each ring at right angles to the central strap were two long straps, one ending in a buckle the other perforated with holes. Rolling her onto her stomach the men tugged and adjusted the straps under her body so that one set came around her shoulders above her breasts, another came under her breasts and a final set came between her waist and her hips.
Once satisfied with the positioning they pulled another strap which attached via a metal ring between her shoulder blades to the straps over her shoulders and firmly down to the small of her back. Next one of the men took hold of her arms and pulled them together behind her back applying pressure to bring her elbows together. Meanwhile the other man began to fasten the straps around Suzzanne’s body starting with the one at shoulder height. “Tight” said the General! He pulled the strap until it indented deeply into the soft skin of her upper arms and threaded the strap though the buckle before tightening it further and fastening off the buckle. He repeated the process with the next two straps which had the effect of pulling her shoulders back and pinning Suzzanne’s arms firmly together behind her.
Finally the man holding her wrists looped a small strap which was attached the central strap around her wrists and fastened it tightly. Although unable to move she was fully aware of the restriction the straps imposed. Next her leg was bent backwards until her heel touched her bottom and another strap was placed around the limb and cinched up; this was repeated on her other leg folding her legs behind her. The General was now sitting forward in his chair watching the proceedings intently. The officer lifted her head by the hair and with his other hand opened her mouth enabling the guard to insert the soft rubber gag into her unresisting mouth before pulling the harness over her head and fastening the device in place.
Suzzanne felt the strange rubber plug fill her mouth and leather panel cover her lips as the straps tightened around her head and under her jaw securely closing her mouth. “Now the toys “said the General menacingly and Suzzanne felt her pinioned legs being pushed apart exposing her naked pussy. A hand reached between and liberally coated her pussy with lubricant massaging the slippery liquid around and between her pink lips. Then she felt the pressure of what she guessed was a dildo as it was slid easily into her slick pussy despite its not inconsiderable girth. Then alarmingly she felt hands’ spreading her buttocks and the lubing process was repeated on her tight brown ring and she knew she wasn’t going to like what came next.
She felt the tip of an object pressed against her anus and the pressure began to increase aided by a slight twisting motion. Slowly aided by the liberal coating of lubricant the device began to slide its way inside her stretching her ring until with a slight slurping sound it slipped deep into her rectum and her sphincter closed around the narrow shank fixing it inside her. Once both devices were in place a further strap attached to the bottom ring at the front of the harness was pulled up between her legs and buckled to the end of the strap running down her back. The operator adjusted the strap across the bases of both objects before pulling it tight forcing both intruders deeper into her, the strap disappearing between the lips of her pussy at the front and deeply between the buttocks at the back.
She grimaced inside was but able to neither resist nor remonstrate. To finish her legs were forced together and a strap buckled around her thighs burying the devices between her legs and a short strap around her ankles was fastened to the strap around her wrists and threaded up to a fastening on the rear of the head harness. Pulling this strap tight her head was forced up and her back arched so that only her tummy was resting on the floor.
“Nipple clamps General?” said the Officer, “Not yet “came the reply.
As feeling returned to Suzzanne’s limbs she was beginning to wish it hadn’t! Any movement was virtually impossible and already her muscles were beginning to burn. Next the Officer knelt beside Suzzanne and applied two small grey devices like half a ping pong ball on either side of the base of her spine, pressing them firmly to ensure they were stuck securely. The General moved forward from his chair and bent his face down so that he could look her in the face. “I’m going to enjoy this” he said and slumping back into his armchair he picked up a small remote control device which he studied for a moment before pressing a button.
Immediately she felt the dildo in her pussy buzz into life only this felt different to her vibes at home, the sensation seemed to penetrate deeply inside her. What she didn’t know was that the device was not vibrating but emitting waves of ultrasonic energy. Very quickly she began to feel growing warmth through her lower abdomen and pelvis and a strange sensation as it she was being massaged gently but from the inside. At first she just lay still tolerating the feeling but as it continued it became more and more difficult for her to ignore and very slowly she felt the need to move in response to the sensations pulsing through her and almost instinctively she began to tilt and flex her pelvis.
The men watched intently as she slowly pushed her hips back and forth occasionally flexing them from side to side the leather straps creaking. “Watch this” said the General and he gave a couple of quick presses to a button on the remote. Suzzanne gave a muffled cry of surprise and the motion of her hips increased, she could not ignore the sensations now, the pulsing energy seemed to be causing her pelvic muscles to contract and squeeze rhythmically, the feeling was similar to the pulsing aftershocks she felt in her pussy after orgasm although she was nowhere near coming. All the same her pussy was warm and getting wet and she continued to grind her hips.
“The ultrasonic dildo stimulates the nerve pathways but the electrodes block the impulses at the level of the spinal reflex arc and prevent them reaching the brain” remarked the General “her pussy is getting stimulated but the signals are not passing up to her brain so she gets the sensation in her pussy is coming but without stimulation of the higher brain levels. With this I can keep her pussy in a more or less constant state of orgasm but she won’t actually come!” and he upped the level another notch. Suzzanne could feel her pussy pulsing and contracting but without the pleasurable sensations reaching her brain it was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as she squirmed and strained within the tight leather bindings, unable to spread her legs the insides of her thighs where becoming wet with her secretions.
“Now to heighten her sensations” and he pressed a second button, there was a low whirring sound and Suzzanne suddenly stiffened and moaned into the gag. The rectal dildo had just inflated stretching her and increasing the pressure in her pelvis. Bound as she was every movement pulled some strap or other tight and most movements pulled on the strap between her thighs which pushed the devices deeper insider her. She was now making a low but continual moan into the gag as she flexed and writhed on the floor. “Volume control” said the General and another button caused the gag insert to inflate in her mouth silencing her, her eyes opening wide in surprise. He looked closely at the remote before pressing a sequence of buttons, “there, I’ve set the dildos to pulse and inflate automatically so we’ll leave our Guest while she contemplates her fate. Major you can apply the nipples clamps if you wish”.
The Officer knelt forward and placing a hand under her shoulder and hip rolled Suzzanne onto her side. Still bound in the harness hogtie her body curved away from him in a convex arc exposing her tummy and the leather strap which deeply bisected the shaven lips of her sex , the spreading patch of glistening fluids which was soaking the strap and slowly spreading down her inner thighs. The officer reached forward and cupped her uppermost breast before squeezing on either side of her areola. Holding the wicked looking pincer like clamp in the other had he placed the tips on either side of the base of her nipple before releasing the spring which caused them to grasp the nipple tightly, Suzzanne exhaled explosively through her nose as he released the clamp and tested the grip by tugging on the thin chain.
He repeated the procedure on the other breast before rolling the panting girl back onto her stomach, he then took hold of the chain and applying gradual tension stretched both of her nipples before fastening the chain over a small nail in the floor. Now ever y wriggle and squirm caused the clamps to pull painfully on her taut breasts. The Officer stepped back and all the men in the room admired his handy work and the effect it and the Generals’ other toys where having on the bound agent, several shuffled and discreetly adjusted their uniform trousers. “Gentlemen we will return later” said the General and the men then all left the room leaving Suzzanne to her torment.
Suzzanne tried vainly to compose herself but the devices were now functioning automatically. The vaginal dildo was set to slowly increase its ultrasonic pulsations over several minutes, this had the effect of bringing her pussy to the boil so to speak but she could never gain the release she so desperately needed by actually coming. Meanwhile the anal dildo inflated and deflated randomly sometimes rapidly sometimes slowly, stretching her rectum, compressing her vagina and always increasing the effects of the ultrasonics, the sensations in her pussy climbing towards an orgasm that would never come, instead just remaining that split second away from bursting over her like a storm of pleasure but instead making her want to scream with frustration, her cheeks bulged from the inflated gag and her limbs ached from her stressed posture and to top it off every tiny movement caused extreme discomfort in her nipples!
Sweat pooled in the small of her back and a damp patch was forming under her stomach, a mixture of sweat and lubricant, both inorganic and organic tracking down the soaked strap. The General had not been lying when he had said he would make her remaining time unpleasant, this was truly torment of a magnitude she had never experienced and she was beginning to wish she had killed him back in the bedroom.
As he opened the door the General could here soft whimpering and he smiled to himself knowing full well that Miss Midsummer’s torment was the source of the sound. He could see her as he entered, her head pulled back by the straps, her eyes closed, she was still grinding her pelvis as her buttocks tensed and relaxed rhythmically. She had been tied for about three hours and it showed her skin shiny with sweat, strands of hair stuck to her forehead. He knelt before her and tapped her forehead with his forefinger. Her eyes snapped open and he could see the anger and loathing as she focused on her tormentor. “Major, I think she has had enough of this, let’s see how she likes the Power Rack, that should iron out any creases” and he grinned. Suzzanne started to struggle but her movement was quickly curtailed by the increase in pain in her nipples. She had a good idea what a “Power Rack” was and the thought chilled her to the bone.
“I don’t think you’ll have time for that gentlemen” said a mid-atlantic accent. In her fogged mind Suzzanne though she vaguely recognised the voice and tried to see the newcomer but to no avail.
“I’m sorry to end your fun, and it does look like fun! but I’ve come to collect my purchase”. Her mind was swimming but she did recall the officer had said something about a buyer and clearly she was the “purchase”.
“Mr Goldhill” replied the General, “yes she’s all yours but be careful she packs a punch” he said turning to the newcomer.
“Jeez!” said Goldhill looking at the General’s battered face “Did she do that to you?”
“Indeed, so keep her tethered”.
“No worries” said Goldhill, “We’ve got a long journey so she’s going to sleep for a while”. She heard him open a bag and there was the sound of packets being torn open, then she was aware of a figure beside her but she could not twist to see who it was, only a shiny black brogue and neat grey suit trouser was visible to her. “Hold her” said the accent and she was grasped firmly her shoulders pushed down, a hand gripped her under the throat and she felt the sharp prick of a needle into her neck, she mewed and tried to move but their grip was too strong. She felt a cloud descending over her consciousness and then darkness.
Suzzanne’s mouth was dry and her head ached, she tried to lick her lips but her mouth was like sawdust. Rolling over she found herself on the floor of a small bare holding cell. She was the only thing in the room! Trying to sit up she found her wrists pinned behind her, looking down her ankles were fastened with some sort of padded zip tie around each ankle, one threaded through the other like crude handcuffs. From the movement she had in her wrists she presumed they were fastened the same way and she tugged but although she could twist her wrists the loops were too small to allow her to wriggle her hands free. They must have used them to transport her, secure enough to hold her but not tight enough to cut off circulation. Still naked she struggled to her feet and shuffled across to the metal door. Twisting round she tried the handle, locked, no surprise there. She looked up at the small high window and although it was dirty she could see it was bright daylight outside, that said she had no idea how long she had been out, where she was in the world or who was holding her!
She looked herself up and down, apart from some faint pink weals marking the path of the harness she appeared unharmed although her pussy and beyond felt a little sensitive! As she shuffled back to the corner and sat down leaning back against the cell wall she noticed a small plastic pipe protruding from the wall and on closer inspection she found it was a larger version of the nozzle of a hamster drinking bottle. Gingerly she pressed her tongue against the ball and was rewarded with water. She waited a moment to see if anything happened, it tasted O.K. she thought. She waited for what she thought was about 10 minutes, time for anything in the water to reveal its self but nothing happened. Leaning in again she began to supp from the nozzle slaking her thirst and soaking her parched mouth. She lay back and rolled onto her side, the floor was hard, there was nothing else to lie on but she wriggled and twisted until she was reasonably comfortable then let he mind try to fathom some means of escape, well she thought she had to try.
A key rattled in the lock and the door swung outwards and she pulled herself upright to see a figure she recognised enter the room. She didn’t know him well but he was an American Intelligence Officer who had attended several briefings she had been at. “Tyler!!” she blurted out “What? Who?”
“Agent Midsummer you’re awake and unharmed by the journey I see “
Immediately Suzzanne recognised the voice, the voice she had heard back in the Generals’ residence. Her expression changed from one of surprise to distain, “You, your Goldhill!! “
“Yes” he drawled, “that’s the name I use here, Paul Tyler is my cover at the agency”.
Her levels of concern and anxiety were rising by the second “What do you mean cover,” her mind was racing, she had so many questions “You’re Paul Tyler, Deputy Station Chief in London, you’re supposed to be on our side” she bemoaned.
“Ah well espionage is not always that simple, sometimes it comes down to belief, sometimes economics, mostly often a bit of both”.
“And what drives you?”
“Mainly economics I’m afraid, that agency don’t pay that well!”
“And what have I got to do with this?” she queried.
“As I said economics, you’re valuable, well the information you hold is” he said examining his finger nails.
“Information!” she laughed, “I’ve got no information, I’ve spent the last god knows how many days being tortured or fucked or both and not once has anybody asked me for information!”
He paused then replied, “Of course you have information, you are an M.I.7 operative, you may not think so but organisations will pay well for any information that can puts a chink in the big boys armour. They will pay well for what I can get out of you and when I’m finished I’ll sell you on to someone else who has a use for you.”
“I’ll not tell you anything freely, you know that”.
“Yes I know” he replied, “but nevertheless I will get the information out of you, you are good value for money really, M.I.7 thinks you stole that data chip and have gone into hiding and they are looking for you in Europe. Nobody knows where you went or where you are now so I’ve got plenty of time”.
“Fuck you” she spat “I’m giving you nothing you traitor”.
“Then Miss Midsummer you may find your stay here very uncomfortable”.
He gestured through the door and two guards filled the room and moved menacingly on Suzzanne. The naked agent shuffled back into the corner of the room trying to make herself as small as possible but the guards grabbed her arms and unceremoniously hauled her to her feet and out of the cell and across the corridor into a bigger cell. In the centre of the room stood a vertical articulated examination table with padded steel restraints at each corner. The table was mounted on a square steel pedestal which was bolted to the floor and around the sides of the pedestal where movable panels. Suzzanne was slammed against the upright surface by the guards and pinned there by their bulk whilst one of them cut the ties around her wrists before they simultaneous pulled her wrists around and upwards and fastened them into the restraints.
“Ouch” she cried as her arms which and been behind her for so long were twisted and pulled. As they released their grip on her wrists she realised her feet were not on the floor and she was suspended. The guards turned their attention to her legs and cutting the ties away forced her legs into the lower restraints before stepping away. Suzzanne wriggled as her breasts, tummy and thighs pressed against the cold metal surface stimulating her nipples to peak, the wrist and ankle restraints gave her considerable freedom of movement, the guards watched appreciatively as her curvy buttocks jiggled about.
Goldhill moved to a control box which hung from the ceiling like those used to control warehouse cranes and pressed several buttons with his thumb. The table whirred into life and Suzzanne felt it bending at her hips pulling her with it as it moved. The table slowly changed position until Suzzanne was bent at right angles from her hips, her torso now lying flat on the horizontal top of the table. She tugged at the restraints, they allowed her wrists to twist and her arms and legs were not under any tension but she was firmly bound to the table. Goldhill gestured for the guards to leave and then walked around the captive woman admiring the arch of her back curving down to the spread of her hips and curvaceous buttocks and firm slightly spread thighs. Suzzanne twisted around watching him over her shoulder, “Like what you see?” she purred.
“Yes indeed” he replied, “but I’m not falling for your guile like that horny old General, I’ve got bigger fish to fry and I’ll not be distracted by pussy! Still...” and he ran his hand down over her buttock and between her thighs gently stroking her bare plump pussy before moving his hand up and using his fingers to spread her cheeks. She gritted her teeth expecting to feel a probing finger but he just circled a fingertip several times around her puckered ring before removing his hands. “mmmmmm” he murmured softly, “maybe later”.
“Now” he said, “I want information from you, nothing classified because you won’t have that, general stuff, organisational structure, department heads, safe houses, phone numbers, dead drops, the sort of thing a field operative knows”.
“Go to hell “she replied.
“I thought that would be your response which is why I have had you brought here to give you some gentle persuasion and a chance to rethink.” He pressed a button on the control and she heard more whirring but the table remained still. Then moving into her field of vision she saw two articulated arms extending from either side of the table. Made of tubular shiny metal but with thin steel cables running between the joints it was clear they worked by some pulley system. As the arms rose up they positioned themselves on either side of her hips and to her horror she noted the end of each arm carried a flexible white perforated plastic paddle about a foot long. “Any thoughts before we begin Agent Midsummer?” he said smugly. She said nothing but turned her head away trying to prepare herself for what was about to happen.
She watched the distal joint of the arm begin to rotate backwards bringing the paddle with it tensioning a spring attached to the paddle. When it was almost parallel with the arm the paddle was released and the spring tension caused the paddle to flick back with a swishing sound. She flinched, this time the paddle had just swished through thin air but next time she knew it would be making contact with her exposed buttocks. Goldhill made a few minor adjustments remotely to the paddle arms and Suzzanne watched as smoothly and precisely they manoeuvred above her exposed bottom this time the paddles moving slowly, softly making contact with her skin as he set up their aim. Then the intensity of the whirring increased and she watched the paddles move swiftly into the “firing” position and stop. She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut and tensed waiting for the impact but nothing happened. After a few seconds she opened one eye, Goldhill was standing holding the control, head cocked to one side looking at her smiling, “Want to rethink?” he said.
“Get on with” she growled.
SWISH! THWAK! The first paddle made stinging contact, her buttock jiggled and then tensed almost simultaneously, SWISH, THWAK…… the second paddle struck home, SWISH THWAK……… , SWISH THWAK…………., the paddles began slapping in a slow steady rhythm and she started squirming in the bonds her eyes squeezed tight her teeth bared, after a minute of bombardment her buttocks were already pink and burning. The paddles did not strike in the same place each time but moved slightly each stroke slightly overlapping the previous one moving precisely across the whole curve of each buttock.
After a further minute Goldhill stopped the machine, Suzzanne lay there panting her bottom displaying a bright red band over each globe. “Anything you want to tell me Agent Midsummer?” he enquired patronisingly. “Fuck you!” she hissed through bared teeth and he flicked the switch, SWISH THWAK, SWISH THWAK. SWISH THWAK, SWISH THWAK SWISH THWAK , the machine recommenced its torment. She twisted and fought with each stinging blow, her breathing panting and irregular. Her buttocks burned with an intensity she did not know existed, the pain made her want to cry out with each blow but she fought to hold it in.
Goldhill watched intently, she was strong he thought. As he watched her twisting and writhing her buttocks jiggling bright red globes he wanted to hear her cry or scream. “I’m going to leave you now” he said “to think about your situation, you know what I want and you know how to make this stop.” She glared back at him but said nothing, but inside she was struggling not to plead with him to stop the spanking, and then the door closed and he was gone and she was alone. SWISH THWAK, SWISH THWAK!
Closing the door behind him he turned and placed his eye to the Judas hole. She was twisting and squirming on the table as the paddles rhythmically spanked her glowing buttocks. After a few more strokes he heard her first cry followed by another and another a split second after each strike and he felt a stirring in his groin. Her cries faded as he turned and walked away.
Inside the cell Suzzanne’s resolve not to cry had quickly crumbled, her bottom was burning now the searing pain intensified by each stroke.
Goldhill finished his coffee and considered his options. He would break her and get the information. He had a client who would pay handsomely for the low level knowledge she held. It wasn’t always about top drawer classified information, just basic insider knowledge could allow an enemy to infiltrate your system and cause havoc. He looked at his watch, fifteen minutes, she must have had enough by now; “The Spanker” had worked very effectively on that Mossad agent when other methods had failed and she had been a very tough nut. He wondered what had become of her; the Iranian Secret Police had been very keen to take her off his hands.
Hearing the cell door open Suzzanne bit down on her lip to stifle her cries as Goldhill crossed the room and stood in front of her. The paddles continued their rhythm as he turned her face towards him, her eyes were puffy from crying and tears streaked her cheeks. “Had enough?“ he said, she nodded silently. “Want to tell me anything?” she did not respond but held his gaze with her tearful eyes. He stared back, ten seconds, twenty, thirty, the silence broken only by the rhythmic SWISH THWAK!, he was impressed at her resilience, perhaps he had underestimated her.
“OUCH! yes you bastard make it stop OUCH ! OUCH!” she suddenly yelled her resistance crumbling.
He laughed and flicked the switch and the beating stopped. Slumping in her bonds she lowered her head to the table, it was wet with her tears. Walking behind her he saw that her buttocks were almost glowing bright pink and holding his hand a few millimetres above the skin he felt the heat radiating, “You could fry an egg on those” he laughed. He knew she had suffered no permanent damage but the level of discomfort was immense.
“I know you are still going to refuse to tell me anything” he said, “but you will have to eventually, this is just an example of what you can expect if you don’t comply and it will get worse. Now I’m going to have the guards put you back in your cell and you can think about it”. He called out and the two guards reappeared. Freeing her arms they quickly pulled them behind her and fastened them with handcuffs, then releasing her ankles they lifted her from the table, her legs sagged and they took her weight under her arms as they carried her back across the corridor. She thought about resisting but she had no fight, the torture had almost broken her. The guards laid her face down in the centre of the cell and left, Goldhill stood in the doorway. “Seriously Suzzanne, think about it, the methods will only get worse, you know.”
“Fuck off you patronising bastard, you think I don’t know what’s in store for me once you have got what you want, I’d rather die now than give you what you want so go to hell” and she turned her face away. He stood for a moment then she heard the door close and the key rattle in the lock. She laid still, her buttocks still burned fiercely but at least she was off that table. She couldn’t imagine what methods he would use next, clearly they would not be conventional, she knew how to resist drugs, sensory overload and sleep deprivation, but spanking!!
Suzzanne jerked awake, the key was being turned slowly in the lock, she did not know how long she had been asleep but twisting to look back at the high window it was now dark outside. The sound of the key stopped with a final click and the door began swing open, she tensed but before she knew what was happening two guards were on her. She tried to twist away but they forced her down with their knees pinning her to the cold floor. One grabbed her hair and pulled forcing her head backward; his other hand gripped her chin forcing her mouth open. The second guard then forced a ball of material into her mouth securing it with a length of duct tape stifling her cries.
Releasing her head the guard placed his hands behind her neck and her knees and began to push until he had pushed her knees up to her chest. A broad canvas strap was then passed behind her knees and across her back and buckled tight, one guard forcing her chest and knees together the other pulling on the strap. Satisfied it was secure a second strap was passed around her this time across her shins and was fastened in the same way. The guards stood back, the straps had forced her into a ball tie and no matter how hard she struggled she could not move. Lifting her onto her folded legs and knees they proceeded to bind her hands and fingers with the tape so that she could not get a hold of anything.
She humphed and puffed behind the gag but she knew she was powerless to prevent whatever they had in mind. The first guard crouched down behind her and she felt his rough hands on her, she winced his touch like sandpaper on her abraded skin. His hands roamed over her tautly curved buttocks before coming together and gently separating her cheeks. She tried to protest but the gag reduced it to a series of muffled moans. They chuckled as she clenched, puckering her ring and she felt a fat finger explore round the closed orifice, they spoke but she did not recognise their language at all.
She heard shuffling behind her and then fingers were smearing something slippery up and down between her buttocks before a slick finger probed and penetrated her spreading the lubricant inside her. She struggled but the finger stayed in place and she could feel it moving, searching inside her causing her to clench again, she didn’t know what they were saying but her responses clearly amused them. Without warning the finger was removed, then one of the guards moved around ahead of her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She was aware of the other guard moving behind her and the sound of a zip!
She tried to struggle again, roll away, but the first guard pushed down on her shoulders holding her firm. She felt two huge hands on her hips and two thumbs slid between into her slippery cleft before the gripping hands parted them. She felt something hot stroke against her before it centred on her anus and began to apply pressure. A first she tried to resist the probing intruder and she heard the guard mumble before he dug his nails into her still burning skin the sudden pain breaking her concentration causing her to relax and she felt him slip past her defences. She mewled into the gag as she was stretched open and filled, she felt him continue to slide into her until his belly bumped her upturned buttocks.
Anticipating he would vent his enthusiasm she steeled herself for the expected pumping assault, he felt big and the lubricant would only be so much help! She felt him begin to withdraw but instead of thrusting back as hard as he could the guard began a slow gentle rhythm sliding smoothly in and out of her slippery ring. He moaned softly as he did so his hands gently caressing her bottom until after a few deep strokes she felt his body stiffen and his cock jerked inside her as he let out a long exhalation of breath. Neither of them moved for a moment then the guard slipped out of her and as he stood she heard the zip of his trousers close.
The remaining guard removed his hands from her shoulders and also stood. Suzzanne now expected he would take the other guards place and abuse her further but instead they began to pull the tape from her hands before unbuckling the canvas straps and pulling them free. Suzzanne uncoiled like a spring and rolled quickly onto her back preparing to use her legs to deflect any further interference. Surprising her again the guards ignored her and turned and left the cell locking the door behind them. She lay there mystified then realised she was still gagged with the cloth and tape, she tried to yell but the gag was doing its job as she heard their footsteps recede down the corridor.
She struggled into a sitting position trying to dislodge the cloth with her tongue but it was no use and now she realised that the lube smeared across her bottom was now making sitting upright cold and uncomfortable. Was this some kind of psychological torture, was Goldhill using pain and humiliation to try and wear her down? The guard had not really hurt her although it was uncomfortable and he had seemed to take pleasure in the sensation rather than the act. Whatever she was adamant she would not break, she would resist as much as possible, it was her duty. Escape must remain her top priority and she set her mind to that aim.
Several hours later the key began to rattle in the lock, light had begun to filter through the high window some time before and she knew day would bring another visit and more torture. The door swung outwards and there stood Goldhill smiling in at her. “Have you reconsidered your predicament after yesterday or do we need to try something new to persuade you?”
She glared back at him silently and seeing the band of tape covering her lips his smile broadened, “Oh I see Vladimir and Pieter visited you last night” he laughed “strange couple aren’t they, gay you know but clearly your tight behind was too much of an attraction to miss” and he laughed again. He moved across the cell and knelt before her reaching out, “Let me get that off to hear what you have to say, I must say I’m hoping you’ll still refuse to comply as I’ve got a new piece of kit I would like to try out on you”.
She could not believe her luck, as he squatted down and leaned in towards her she lashed out with her legs making full contact with the soft contents of his chinos. “OOOOOOPH”, the air rushed from his lungs as he toppled backwards assisted by her other foot as it connected with his chest. As he sprawled across the cell floor she was up on her feet and another kick connected with his balls. As he reeled and tried to curl she darted up to his head and rolled him back with her foot before stamping several times on his throat. He gurgled and croaked as she knelt down beside him and reached for the key she hoped was in his pocket, Bingo!
She found it first time and springing up she stepped on his neck applying her full weight whilst she deftly inserted the key and with one twist was free of the cuffs. Pulling the tape from her face, she looked down at him, his face was puce and a thin line of blood and saliva crept from the corner of his mouth. He wasn’t dead but the pressure from her foot had choked off blood and oxygen to his brain and he was out cold. She stripped off his polo shirt and chinos and put them on rolling up the hems as she went, then she rolled him over and fastened his hands behind him with the cuffs. She thought about killing him, just a quick hard twist of his neck but noises outside distracted her; she didn’t have time to waste.
Locking the cell door behind her she ran down the corridor stopping at a closed metal door. Carefully, quietly she slipped the catch and pulled the door open a few centimetres. On the other side was a loading bay empty of vehicles and beyond that she could see a wall with two big wooden gates onto a street. If she could get out of the gates onto the street she would stand a chance but her mind raced, she had no idea where she was in the world, city, country anywhere. Still she thought she had to escape and she gathered herself together.
Suddenly movement caught her eye. In the darkness of the corner a guard had appeared, big man in a heavy quilted coat. He moved across the bay until he was directly between Suzzanne and the gates when he stopped and began to light a cigarette. He took a long drag before exhaling in a cloud of blue, she couldn’t wait for him to move, her escape could be discovered at any time! Déjà Vous! she had been in this situation before, she had to act. Breaking into a swift run she ran straight at the man hitting him with her full weight in the back. His cigarette went flying as he cannoned off the raised dais onto the concrete below knocking the breath from his lungs.
Suzzanne continued over the edge of the bay and landed with both feet on his back winding him further. Looking around she saw a length of plastic baling tape and grabbing it she wound it round his neck and locking her hands into both ends pulled. Winded and caught unawares the man struggled for breath his big hands clutching at his throat. She sat astride him forcing him down while she pulled, tightening the tape until his fighting diminished and he slumped forward. She waited before releasing her grip and dismounting, he was dead alright.
Looking back no one was behind her and she ran to the gates and in a moment she was on the street. She looked around not knowing what she would find, a hostile foreign city in an enemy country. A noise to her right made her turn and a black cab appeared, she had a double take, a black cab … for hire! Quickly she raised her hand and the cab pulled to the kerb. She ran to the door and looked in the window. A fat man in a Chelsea football shirt smiled back “Where to Darlin’? Good party was it?” She waited a moment letting it all sink in, “You Ok Miss? He enquired.
“Yes, yes” she replied, “is this London? Can you take me to Thames House?”
“Blimey, must have been a good party” he replied “Hop in then”.
Settling into the back seat she turned to look back, no sign of anybody, she was free and her mind quickly returned to the job in hand, to report back and debrief, she now knew of Goldhill’s duplicity and she had to pass on that information before he could leave the country. “Quick as you can please driver“.
SUZZANNE WILL RETURN SHORTLY FOR MORE MISADVENTURES AND PERILS!!!!!
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25.06.13 | updated - 04.05.17