Jenny the Spy stories

1. For Queen and Country

2. Body Double

3. Jenny and Suki

4. Jenny learns her Lesson

5. The Fashion Victim

6. Dos Vedanya

7. Lust for Revenge

8. Champion of the World

9. Voodoo Jenny

10. Inheritance

11. Sutorippa Jenny

Dos Vedanya Jenny

By Brummie and Badman

Chapter 1.

It was a glorious sunny day as the blonde strolled toward the front entrance of

MI5 headquarters at Thames House, Millbank in London. She was outwardly calm but

this belied the tension she felt inside. She looked around covertly before

mounting the steps and entering through the huge elaborate wooden doors. The old

world charm of the exterior entrance quickly gave way to a more hi-tech interior

of glass and stainless steel. She headed straight past the reception desk and

down a non-descript corridor to a second innocuous looking doorway. The entrance

led to a small room that contained a single desk, behind which sat a heavily

bearded security guard. She nodded to him before walking towards a second

doorway. On the other side she could see a second guard, strangely, also heavily

bearded.

The second guard watched her as she stepped through the metal ringed portal. An

insistent buzzing erupted as she passed through the metal detector. Both guards

immediately perked up and took a closer interest. The second held out a hand and

said 'Pass please'. She handed over her security card. He studied it before

looking up to compare the face with the identity photograph. 'Agent Richards?'

'Yes' the blonde replied. 'Please remove any metal items and step through again'

said guard number two in a deep gruff voice. The buzzing erupted a second time.

'Step this way Agent Richards'. No 'Please' this time.

A door led into another small room this time with a table and chair and some

electronic looking equipment. There were two six inch yellow circles on the

floor about two feet apart and three feet from the wall. Two identical yellow

dots were painted on the wall, about six feet from the ground and again two feet

apart. 'Feet and hands on the dots, Agent Richards' ordered the guard. She

complied straight away. It didn't pay to mess with these people. They could

shoot you with near impunity if they had a reasonable cause for suspicion, and

refusing to follow orders came well within that definition.

The hot sunny day meant she was wearing a light blue floaty summer dress made

from gauze like material. No stockings and the lightest of underwear. A pair of

dark blue high heels, that elongated her legs and tightened her calves,

completed the ensemble. With her feet in the floor dots she leant forward and

'assumed the position'. The yellow circles were placed so that she was in a

slightly awkward position with her weight on her palms on the wall dots.

After a few seconds a pair of large hands, starting at her wrists, began to pat

her down. Slowly they proceeded down her left arm, over her shoulders and out

along the other arm. A pause then beginning at her shoulders both hands worked

methodically down her back stopping just short of her butt. The hands moved

forward around her waist and then started upward. It was only a short journey

until they encountered the prominent bulge of a pair of enormous breasts. 'Don't

move' the guard commanded as the hands kept going up and over her tits. The

patting of her chest took longer than all the other body parts combined before

he stepped back. Realising he'd stopped she made to push herself off the wall

when a hand in the middle of her back stopped her. 'I didn't say you could move

Agent. Remain still or else'.

As he stepped back she stayed looking forward at the plain gray wall so she

didn't see the second guard move forward to take his place. Starting at her left

ankle the second guard slowly drew both hands up the long naked leg. Ever so

slowly, massaging the calf, then the knee. Higher up he moved under the dress to

her slender but muscularly athletic thigh. Minutes later he withdrew his hands

and lowered them to her right ankle. Even slower he proceeded up her right leg.

He felt her shiver as again he passed her hem and stroked up to her right thigh.

Minutes of careful checking followed. He turned to look at his partner who

nodded. He felt tense as he raised his hands higher over her right butt cheek.

When she failed to object, save for a soft intake of breath, he let out the

breath he'd been holding and carried on 'checking' her panty clad buttocks.

She'd worn a fairly sensible pair of white cotton that day and not the thongs

she sometimes wore, but they offered scant protection against this sort of close

quarter assault.

A minutes fumbling and he moved his left hand round her thigh and began checking

the front. As his right hand explored down between her butt cheeks his left

stroked over her pussy mound until they met in the middle. Her breathing became

slightly heavier as he stroked and squeezed. The first guard tapped him on the

shoulder and wagged his finger. Too much, to soon, and even someone as dumb as

this blonde would smell a rat. 'Remain as you are Agent Richards' ordered Guard

one. 'We will run the electronic check again and if there's nothing indicated

then you can go'. They both smiled as they took two twelve-inch long shiny metal

objects and began to run them up and down her arms. No sound came. Her shoulders

and back no sound. Her legs, still nothing.

Guard one put his hand into his pocket and as they ran their rods over her chest

he pressed the buzzer he had secreted there. It had been he that had pushed the

concealed button under his desk to activate the metal detector buzzer at the

opportune moment. Roger and James the 'armourers' had been cooking up this plan

for ages. They had been interrupted in their exploration of the body of Jenny

Richards once before and they'd been plotting ever since to finish what they'd

started. She'd shown she was equally gullible and susceptible to authority so a

little bribery of the Security Guards, a disguise so she wouldn't recognise

them, and they'd been in place as the blonde bimbo had approached the security

check point. A few seconds work with the buzzer and as soon as they'd

disappeared into the office the real guards had resumed their rightful place.

This time there would be less chance of an interruption to save her from their

tender mercies.

'Well Agent Richards it looks like you're concealing something from us'. 'I

don't know what it could be, surely you must be mistaken' she said. 'We don't

make mistakes Agent Richards. Now remove your dress' he ordered severely. 'What?

You can't do that' she cried. 'Remove it or we'll do it for you' said Roger

beginning to really enjoy the blonde's discomfort. 'But I'll be nearly naked'

she sobbed. 'That's the point Agent Richards. More difficult to conceal weapons

that way, now get your dress off'. 'Oh all right, but I strongly object to this

treatment'. 'Yer, yer, get 'em off blondie' said James dropping out of character

for a second. Roger shot him a warning look. The blue dress practically floated

to the ground leaving her in just her heels, panties and lacy white bra.

'Assume the position Agent Richards' ordered James who immediately stepped in

behind her spread body. His hands cupped her massive bra clad breasts or a few

seconds before beginning to squeeze them. A minute later he stepped away before

she could feel the beginnings of his bulging erection pressing into her butt.

'Can't feel anything obvious' he said before running his rod over her chest

again. Not surprisingly the buzzing sounded again. 'Remove your bra Agent' said

James. Huffing indignantly she unclasped the bra and drew it off handing it to

him. This time he ran his rod over the bra and no buzz came. He moved it to her

now naked chest and 'Buzzzzzz'. 'Hello. This is strange, have to check this out'

he said as he took Rogers place. This time the hands contacted only naked flesh.

He cupped, molded and squeezed her breasts as long as he thought safe. By now

both her cheeks and breasts were warm and flushed. Her nipples had become erect

with all the man handling. He took the chance and tweaked her areolas and pulled

her nipples a couple of times. Her breathing quickened and her head dropped

until her long blonde hair covered his nefariously fondling hands

'OK nothing hidden here' he said. 'Just hips to check then'. Both men applied

their rods to her panty-clad loins and the buzzer practically went mad. 'Oh no'

she gasped as roger began checking her groin for hidden Atomic missiles, Tommy

guns and the like. The massaging ended with another quick check with the rod and

another loud buzzing. 'Remove the panties Agent Richards'. 'What. You can't be

serious, this is ridiculous'. 'OBEY THE ORDER, Agent Richards' shouted James. To

their surprise this seemed to have an almost magical effect. She immediately

followed the instruction and bent to remove her panties, fully revealing her

perfect plump peach like hemispheres and the shaved pussy lips that peaked out

between them. Having stripped herself naked she quickly returned to leaning

against the wall. Both men were amazed by her unquestioning compliance. They

stared enraptured. They had dreamed of this moment but neither thought they'd

ever lay eyes on such naked feminine beauty.

They double-teamed her this time. Both moved forward and grabbed a butt cheek

each. They squeezed and stroked her in unison. She remained silent, even when

James bit the bullet and moved his other hand over her hip and stroked over her

naked shaven pussy. They caressed and fondled her at will. She made no

objection. She seemed resigned to her fate. Roger moved his second hand up to

her breasts and began massaging them in turn. Squeezing her breast then pinching

and pulling her nipple before swapping to its twin. James rubbed a finger round

her clit before plunging it inside her warm moist depths. Within minutes her

breathing was rasping and her body writhing. James added a second and a third

finger. Roger inserted one slowly into her ass. They increased the rhythm,

pumping faster and faster. Her hips pushed back against their fingers almost

forcing them in deeper as she built toward climax. The pleasure grew. Faster,

deeper, the fingers plunged until her body stiffened with the exquisite pleasure

and she groaned long and loud in orgasm. She gradually relaxed but the ordeal

wasn't over. The shiny rods were actually top of the range industrial strength

vibrators. She screamed out in ecstasy, as they were inserted front and back.

Her body exploded in gut wrenching pain and pleasure as both buzzed into life

inside her. A few seconds of thrusting in and out was all it took to force her

over the edge again into a second muscle locking, shuddering, climax.

She leant against the wall spent and gasping, a thin sheen of sweat covering her

body, her head hanging down. Her body shivered with an aftershock as the devices

were dragged out of her. Roger and James took her arms, led her to the table and

laid her down on her back. Roger began undoing his zipper when there came an

insistent knocking at the door. It was the signal they'd agreed. Someone was

coming. They looked sadly at the naked spent blonde. 'Another time maybe' said

James 'them we'll get to finish you off properly'. They left the office and

stole away, but not before ejecting the video tape that had recorded the whole

episode.

Chapter 2.

At precisely that moment Agent Jenny Richards was seated on the sofa in her

house.

She'd lain in bed that morning softly caressing her pussy through the lacy

panties she wore for sleeping. John had been away on a mission for the last

three weeks and she was feeling decidedly frustrated. She'd looked longingly at

the whirring, vibrating washing machine on more than one occasion. The

occasional fondling assaults by Suki only served to make matters worse. The

front door bell rang, and then rang again even longer, more insistently. Who

ever it was wasn't going to go away. Jenny rose and, checking there wasn't an

obvious wet patch showing, threw on a short lacy top to cover her enormous

braless breasts and went downstairs. She opened the door a crack and peered

round it at an elderly gray haired woman. 'Jenny Richards?' she enquired. 'Yes'

Jenny answered but before she could utter another word a huge black woman, who

had been standing to the side out of sight, burst through the door and seized

Jenny by the shoulders. The woman was huge, well muscled and at least four

inches taller and five stone heavier then Jenny. She dragged her away from the

door into the living room and throwing her onto the floor efficiently bound her

arms behind her and her legs together with white nylon rope before heaving her

onto the sofa.

While this was going on the old woman and a companion followed them into the

house. Closing the door, they entered the living room where the second woman,

her head covered by a scarf, closed the curtains so no one could see in. Then

they all gazed down at the roped blonde. 'What the bloody hell's going on'

shouted Jenny struggling with her bonds. 'Keep the noise down Agent Richards or

I'll have Rosa gag you. Do you understand?' 'Yes' said Jenny surprised she'd

been called 'Agent'. 'Explain yourself' she said slowly, watching them, more

cautious now. 'I am Colonel Olga Vlad of the KGB' the gray haired woman began,

explaining the plot, 'and this is stage two of my master plan to infiltrate MI5.

This magnificent specimen is Rosa' she said pointing to the huge scowling black

woman. 'And how do you expect to get her into MI5' said Jenny. 'I don't. But I

do expect to get Agent Rostov inside' she said turning to the third woman who

reached up and removed her scarf and coat. Jenny stared up at her. She thought

she was looking into a mirror. The woman was her exact double. Same face, same

height, same blonde hair, same body even down to the enormous breasts. 'Good

day, Agent Richards' she said. The voice a perfect match in pitch, intonation

and accent. 'Go upstairs and select your clothes for today' ordered Vlad. 'Yes

Colonel' replied Rostov.

She found Jenny's bedroom and started searching through the wardrobe picking out

a pretty light blue summer dress in gauze like material and some dark blue high-

heeled shoes. Just right for the warm summer day and just what Jenny would wear

according to her KGB file. She crossed to a chest of draws and soon found the

underwear. She was rummaging through the tiny thongs and lacy bras when she came

across some unexpected items. A large red vibrator, which buzzed into life when

she flicked the switch, was followed by some cloth cuffs, all with clips and

rings for binding them together. Next came a snow white leather choker again

with rings attached, then a whippy black riding crop. 'My god this woman's a

sexual deviant. That certainly wasn't in the file' she said to herself as she

drew out the final items. A shiny pair of handcuffs and a short chain with tiny,

sharp toothed, alligator clips on each end. She blushed. Her upbringing in

Russia had never prepared her for these disgusting, decadent, western

perversions. Even her training in seduction by the KGB hadn't gone as far as

this deviancy.

Returning the items to the draw, she selected a sensible pair of white cotton

panties and a light lacy bra. She was pleased to confirm that her measurements

were the same as Jenny's when all the clothing she had selected fitted her

perfectly. Once dressed, she returned to the living room. Colonel Vlad was

revealing the rest of her ingenious plan. 'Rosa, you keep Agent Richards here

while I deliver Rostov to London. You will return this evening, Agent Rostov,

and we will review the day's work. You know your mission. Infiltrate MI5. Learn

as much as you can and don't give away your identity. You must stay in character

and not give anyone cause to think you are not the real Agent'. Jenny gasped as

the old lady gave her last order. 'If you have the opportunity, or as a last

resort, kill Holt. He's been a thorn in our side for far to long. 'Rosa. I'll be

gone for about twenty minutes. You are not to 'play' with our hostage, do you

understand' she said slowly and insistently looking hard into Rosa's defiant

eyes. Rosa held her gaze for a few seconds before giving way. She pouted, and

reluctantly nodded. With that Vlad left the room. Rostov stared down at Jenny

for a few seconds before Vlad shouted from the hall 'OBEY THE ORDER'. Rostov

jerked and ran to join her.

Many months before, Colonel Vlad had dusted off an old staple plot of many a spy

thriller and proposed trying to infiltrate a doppelganger into MI5. The

inspiration had come when she had spotted the new secretary to a fellow General.

She bore a striking resemblance to the picture of an MI5 agent whose file she

had been studying recently. The agent had come to the KGB's attention when she

had helped to break-up the organisation of Madam Von Klein who they sometimes

used. The General had been exceedingly reluctant to give up his new secretary.

He'd picked her out of the typing pool, not because of her secretarial skills

but because she was fantastically beautiful. When he'd promoted her to the

position of his personal assistant she'd soon realised which side her bread was

buttered on and had become his mistress as well as his assistant. Quite a normal

method of advancement for pretty girls in the Kremlin.

Svetlana Rostov was a reasonable copy of the MI5 agent but the differences were

taken care of by a months stay in a KGB run clinic. The plastic surgeons worked

to make her a perfect copy aided not only by the pictures taken covertly by

their operatives but by a set of pictures obtained from a run down sleazy London

photographic studio. These shots gave them access to every square centimeter of

their subject's body, even the most intimate parts. The breasts had been a

challenge but they'd laboured for weeks until she sported the same mammoth

mammaries as the target.

The language and voice training had been the most difficult but constant and

intensive training had eventually given her the required English accent.

Svetlana had no instincts for the spying business. She wouldn't naturally do

those things sometimes required of an Agent so her KGB trainers used

physiological techniques to drill the instinct to obey into her. If she heard

the words 'Obey the order' she was psychologically compelled to follow any

instruction given to her.

The time came when Svetlana was ready and she stood in the office of Colonel

Vlad. The Colonel held up a photo beside her face and switched her gaze between

the two comparing. After a minute she seemed satisfied. She selected a second

picture and studied it intently. 'Strip' she ordered. Svetlana stood still

shocked. 'OBEY THE ORDER' shouted Vlad testing the physiological conditioning

and smiled happily as the girl immediately removed her dress and without a

second's hesitation also stripped off her underwear. Vlad slowly circled the

naked girl, who was standing to attention, studying her figure, occasionally

reaching out to stroke her finger tips over a piece of tender flesh. Eventually

she stopped in front of her. Her gaze dropped to the twin mammaries with their

perfect pink areolas and proud nipples. Her left hand reached up and cupped one

enormous breast. Svetlana stood perfectly still, the only indication that she

was being touched intimately was a slight narrowing of her eyes. A Thumb and

finger tweaked a nipple. Still no reaction. The pressure increased until a small

tear appeared at the corner of her eye but still she remained motionless. Vlad

relented and released the abused nipple but continued stroking it, teasing it.

'I'm sorry dear' she said stepping in closer, encircling the girl's shoulders

and pulling her forward. Their lips met and Vlad kissed her softly at first then

harder and harder until Svetlana snatched her head back gasping. Vlad angrily

grabbed a fist full of hair and looked daggers at the recalcitrant girl. She

slowly forced her head forward again until their lips met and the kiss resumed.

Svetlana realised her position and submitted to the inevitable. Their lovemaking

lasted many hours. Every orifice was repeatedly touched, caressed and probed

with tongue and fingers. She eventually staggered from the room breathless and

sore from their exertions, the Colonel, she left fast asleep on the cot in the

corner of the office, an obscene dildo still strapped around her boney hips

Chapter 3.

Colonel Vlad climbed into her car while Rostov opened the passenger door and

bent to place her bag inside. She yelped as the back of her dress was suddenly

hiked up and two boney hands seized her buttocks. She was trapped half in and

half out of the car door as the fingers massaged her plump fleshy cheeks through

the white cotton panties. Vlad looked up at the shocked expression on the girls

face and realised something was wrong. Quick as a flash she raced round the car

to discover old Mr. Jamison, the next-door neighbour, molesting her agents butt.

A swift kick to the shins sent him packing. 'Pull yourself together Rostov. Now

lets go'. A flushed Agent Rostov climbed in to the car and they set off for MI5

headquarters.

Rosa stood at the window peering through a crack in the curtains. She watched

the Colonel and Agent Rostov reverse out of the driveway and turn toward London

before drawing the curtains back together and turning towards Jenny. She stared

at the bound form on the sofa. Slowly she crossed the room and sat at the

opposite end of the sofa to Jenny. Minutes passed as she continued to gaze up

and down the succulent naked flesh. The long slender thighs marred only by the

white rope that was wound above her knees and round her ankles. The superbly

flat stomach again with the rope tied round it securing Jenny's arms to her body

and finally the huge jutting breasts, rope above, below and crossing between

them, seeming to squeeze them out even farther than nature intended.

Rosa feared the Colonel who could have someone killed with a word and wouldn't

normally disobey her but with every passing minute with her gone the urges she

felt grew stronger. She rarely got the chance to 'play' these days and never

with a beauty like the one now seated six feet away. The twin feelings within

her warred against each other. The imperative to obey against the desire to

'play'. As the Colonels influence waned with each passing minute the desires

gained ground.

Jenny anxiously watched the huge black woman out of the corner of her eye, not

wanting to make eye contact. Vlad's last command to Rosa made her quiver. 'Don't

'play' with the hostage. What could that mean. Whatever it was she probably

didn't want to find out. Jenny froze as Rosa shuffled six inches along the sofa.

She tried to move away but she quickly came up against the armrest at her end.

Rosa shuffled another six inches. The urges were winning. She couldn't control

herself. Another six inches then another until her left side was pressed up

against Jenny's right side trapping her in the corner of the sofa. Jenny

remained silent and frozen as a huge black hand reached up and began stroking

her long blonde hair. Rosa stroked gently before rubbing the strands between the

fingers of her left hand. Rosa was smiling dreamily and murmuring to herself as

she caressed the soft hair for a minute before taking a hand full and holding

Jenny's head still.

With her head held and her tied arms trapped behind her back there was nothing

she could to stop Rosa. Her massive right paw dropped to Jenny's naked thigh and

stroked lightly up and down before gripping and squeezing the flesh. Jenny

shivered as the hand explored further. Over to the other thigh and after a

minute up her abdomen. The left hand suddenly snatched her head back so she was

looking straight up. She felt Rosa gently draw aside her short lacy top exposing

her huge spherical tits to her hot gaze. Rosa paused at such a beautiful sight.

Jenny's magnificent chest was the best she'd ever seen. Two perfect white

spheres topped by large pink areolas and prominent nipples. Light as a feather

she stroked round and round Jenny's right tit before switching to its twin.

Gradually the caressing grew and the pressure increased until Rosa was

vigorously massaging Jenny's breasts making her moan with fright and some

pleasure. She hadn't had sex for three weeks since she and John had made love

the night before he'd gone away on his mission and then once again the following

morning when he'd unexpectedly thrown her over the kitchen table and taken her

roughly from behind. Spoilt the bacon and eggs but she hadn't minded.

Suddenly Rosa ducked her head and sucked as much of Jenny's right breast into

her mouth as she could. She worked her thick lips for all she was worth, sucking

urgently on the peak and lashing her tongue over the now, red and erect nipple.

Jenny writhed on the sofa but remained trapped as the pleasure erupted from her

tit. Rosa sucked and sucked before using her teeth to nip at the proud and

pointed nipple. Jenny moaned as the pleasure increased even more. She gripped

Jenny's other breast in her right hand twisting the erect nipple between her

thick rough thumb and fingers. Jenny had never cum simply by having her tits

played with but the three weeks of abstinence coupled with Rosa's furious

assault was driving her higher and higher. Rosa sucked harder and raised her

head extending the tit out until the pressure popped it out of her mouth. Jenny

groaned out loud as Rosa switched her sucking mouth to the other breast. She was

giving it the same intense mauling treatment when the noise of a car pulling up

on the drive stopped her. Her fear of the colonel took over and she released

Jenny's hair and drew her lacy top back together covering the evidence of her

assault and Jenny's arousal.

Colonel Vlad let herself in and after a quick look in the living room to check

on Jenny and Rosa, who was now sitting innocently across the room in an

armchair, nodded and went into the kitchen to make herself a coffee. She didn't

notice the dazed look on Jenny's face. She'd been aroused again and was in a

real state. Her pussy screamed out for release. The danger of the situation only

seemed to exacerbate her feelings. But with both Rosa and Vlad there she

couldn't do anything. She would just have to wait for an opportunity to escape.

There was no telling what her double was up to. She could be causing all sorts

of mayhem and even trying to kill Commander Holt, her boss in 'Special

Operations'.

Chapter 4.

Agent Rostov removed her dress for the second time that day as Professor Q

watched her appreciatively. He'd met her in the corridor and reminded her of her

promise to help him with his latest invention, the homing panties. He'd made

some improvements and had added a matching bra. The KGB agent decided swiftly

that the Professor could provide valuable information for her masters so agreed

to go with him. He helped her remove her bra and panties and she stood naked in

the cool air of his basement workshop. From behind her he drew the bra up her

arms. He seemingly innocently cupped her left breast in his boney hand helping

to fit the bra cup in place. But not before he'd given it a couple of friendly

squeezes. After ensuring it fitted perfectly he switched hands and treated

himself to a handful of her other mammary. When she didn't object he took the

chance and tweaked her nipple. She squealed in pretend girlish surprise at his

forwardness. 'Oh Professor, you naughty boy' she sighed giggling. 'Hello' he

thought. 'She seems different somehow. Not so shy or timid'. But still as naive

he hoped. He knelt down behind her and with his cheek resting against one of

hers threaded her feet into the specially prepared 'homing' panties. Stroking

his hands up the outside of her legs pulling the panties up until they were snug

between her thighs. He made sure by numerous adjustment of the material making

sure to stroke over her buttocks then her pussy. She simply giggled and gently

scolded him as he touched her. He became bolder until finally he went for broke

and slipped a finger inside her pussy. He fully expected a sock on the jaw but

the Russian girl gripped his wrist and pulled his finger even deeper. Shocked he

remained still until she began moving his wrist, masturbating herself on his

finger. He felt her juices begin to flow before she pulled him out, turned and

knelt before him. Drawing his zipper down she scooped out his already rock hard

cock. After couple of pumps she looked up into his astounded eyes and opened her

mouth wide. He nearly had a coronary as his wrinkled old member was engulfed in

the warm wet depths. She slowly sucked him in and swirled her tongue around the

head. Then began bobbing her head back and forth. Professor Q's wife had died

some years before and this was the first time he'd indulged in any sexual

activity since then. He moaned and groaned as the pressure in his aged loins

quickly grew. Just as he thought this is it the girl rose and lay back across

his desk the invitation obvious. Professor Q moved between her splayed legs and

sank his member deep into her wet and well prepared pussy. He used every ounce

of experience he'd gained from forty years of marriage and easily made up for

any lack of youthful vigour. He gently brought the girl he thought was Jenny

Richards toward climax as he rigidly controlled himself. He caressed and stoked

her body paying particular attention to her huge globular breasts and nipples.

Squeezing and tweaking a tit in each hand. In spite of the fact that Rostov was

cynically using her sex for her own ends the gentle love making of the old man

was a pleasant change. She had become used to the roughness of the General as he

fucked her like a raging bull and the soft caresses of the professor were giving

her increasing pleasure. He thrust into her slowly gradually building the

arousal in them both until with a burst of renewed energy he didn't know he

still possessed he launched himself into the vinegar strokes and simultaneously

brought their thrusting bodies to a gloriously warm and intense orgasm.

Professor Q lay sprawled across Rostov's body his head cushioned between her

breasts. Eventually she pushed him off her and sat him down in his office chair

where he immediately fell into a contented doze. Quietly Rostov began searching

through his desk, and then moved onto the filling cabinets. The old man snored

softly in a post coital haze. 'Lots of good stuff here' thought Rostov. 'The

colonel will be pleased'.

Back in suburbia Jenny Richards was still seated on the sofa in her own living

room. Her arms, still bound behind her back, were beginning to make her

shoulders ache. Rosa sat across the room, unknown thoughts swirling around her

tiny brain. Colonel Vlad was using a mobile phone talking quietly in Russian.

Jenny blanched as she heard the words she had been dreading. 'I'm going out,

Rosa. I'll be about an hour. Remain here and guard the girl'. Rosa grunted and

nodded. She held the door as Vlad's car disappeared from sight. Closing it she

stood still with a dreamy expression on her face. A shiver of anticipation

passed through her body. The Colonel had forgotten to emphasise the 'No play'

order. There were no conflicting thoughts running around in her feral little

brain this time. She meant to make the most of her time alone with their

hostage.

Jenny looked up as Rosa returned to the living room. 'Now Rosa, remember what

the nice Colonel said, no playing'. Rosa stared at her blankly then moved

forward. 'Rosa, no stop, Rosa, stop' Jenny pleaded. The huge black woman bent

and gripped Jenny's roped ankles and dragged them round until she lay long ways

on the sofa. Then she knelt at her shoulders and spread the lacy top exposing

her creamy breasts. Once again Jenny's heaving chest was molested. Rosa had

never seen a better pair and was hugely enjoying mauling and sucking on them.

Jenny's pleadings quickly turned to gasping cries of pleasure as Rosa's tongue

lashed across her nipples. Her teeth biting down on the blood filled puffy

areolas. Jenny's body writhed as bolts of erotic pleasure shot through her

chest. Her eyes closed and she groaned as Rosa's hands and mouth worked her

flesh until her nipples extended to point.

Jenny moaned with disappointment as Rosa unexpectedly released her now reddened

mammaries. She again seized her ankles but this time she moved them upward and

round until Jenny lay with her back on the sofa seat and her legs bent up and

over the back. Her position meant her head was draped over the front and her

world was now upside-down. Rosa stepped back and unzipped her skirt dropping it

to her ankles. It took a second for Jenny to realise what she was seeing. The

well-muscled black legs stood astride Jenny's head and she gazed wide-eyed. 'Oh

my God' she shrieked as she stared at the huge semi erect penis that dangled

between them.

Svetlana Rostov decided that she'd earned a break and some lunch. The HQ canteen

was out of the question; she didn't want to take the risk of meeting any of the

real Jenny's friends, that could only lead to discovery, so she headed out of

the building. She approached the security checkpoint cautiously and heaved a

sigh of relief when neither bearded guard was in sight. The young clean-shaven

man who followed her outside on to the street smiled. Without the beard and in a

smart business suit Svetlana completely failed to recognise Roger. He followed

her as she wandered along the Strand toward the Embankment. She stared up

marveling at the 'London Eye'. 'Anyone who suggested putting up a bloody great

fairground Ferris wheel almost opposite the Kremlin', she thought, 'would end up

in the Lubianka'.

She wandered further, amazed at the crowds, the litter, the stench of the street

vendors burger stalls, the rats with wings...sorry pigeons. Everyone seemed in

such a hurry, rushing to unknown appointments. Roger watched as she hailed a

taxi and told the driver, 'British Library please'. He turned back toward HQ.

'She'll be back' he thought.

Svetlana spent a quiet hour in the reading room of the library. She found the

desk used by Karl Marx to write Das Kapital before he went on to wear a boot

polish mustache and make all those films with his brothers. Her lunch was

comprised of a sandwich that cost a Russian labourers weekly wage. She nibbled

it and thought over the day's events.

The thoughts still filled her head as she strolled leisurely back through the

main entrance of the MI5 building. She turned the corner to the security

checkpoint and jerked back to reality as she nearly walked straight into the

heavily bearded guard. She blanched and made to turn but his partner had

silently come up behind her and seized her by the upper arms. 'I am sorry Agent

Richards,' said Roger, 'but you will have to come with us. Now'.

Every nerve in her body screamed at her to run as she was frog-marched into the

room with the yellow dots that had been the scene of her earlier ordeal. 'Agent

Richards,' the guard addressed her. 'We have reason to believe that your

triggering the alarm earlier, may have been the result of a bug planted

somewhere on your person. Remove your clothes please'.

Roger and James had been watching the video they'd recorded of their earlier

attempt to molest 'Jenny' and they'd both been struck by the transformation in

their victim when Roger had shouted 'Obey the order'.

Svetlana realised they meant business and she couldn't see a way out without

making a fuss and drawing attention to herself. She'd have to co-operate with

them for now. She began slowly removing her dress slipping the straps from her

silky shoulders. The straps of her bra went with her dress, teasing the two men,

as she realized that keeping their attention was her only hope. She swayed her

hips a little, to accentuate the teasing, the tops of her breasts in full view,

just inches above her nipples, she stopped sliding off her bra and dress, and

kicked off her shoes instead. Her breasts both sprang free simultaneously, as

her dress dipped just a little lower, her hard nipples bouncing up and down,

drawing James and Roger's eyes like beacons. Reaching behind her back, and

leaning forward, she unclasped her bra, which fell to the ground, no longer

supported by her heavy breasts.

Svetlana smiled as she noticed the two bulges in the guards' uniforms, and

giggled. I think someone is enjoying his job too much'. She looked back and

forth at the two guards, who grinned wickedly. 'I'm afraid we are still going

to have to search you Agent Richards' James replied, with Roger adding, "The

panties as well." Svetlana winked at the two guards, and turned around, bent at

the hips, she reached down to the waistband of her panties, and pushed them down

to her ankles. She remained that way for a moment, gazing at the two men from

between her thighs. Every inch of her tender flesh exposed to their lustful

eyes. Even the moist pink slit, and the rosy bud of her anus were clearly

visible.

She hoped the display would be good enough for them but she was dismayed when

they started to strip themselves. 'Now look. This has gone far enough. I'm

leaving'. 'Agent Richards remain bending over, OBEY THE ORDER'. Svetlana's body

locked rigid as the psychological imperative took command of her mind.

Both guards forgot themselves as they approached her, one moving behind her, one

around front. Neither could get out of his uniform fast enough, as they held

Svetlana in her bent over position. Her mouth opened into a perfect "O" as one

erect cock was shoved between her hungry lips, and her hairless pussy was

already soaked for the cock that was slammed into her from behind, to the hilt.

Both guards thrusted mindlessly into her. Soon they established a rhythm as they

pounded into the fabulous body of the blonde woman, who is unaccustomed to this

sort of treatment. She did her best with the cock in her mouth. She had been

trained extensively in the arts of seduction and one of her trainers had made

her suck him off every day for a week before he declared her technique adequate.

Luckily both fake guards were incredibly excited by their own ploy. Roger's cock

was been sucked to death as Svetlana worked her lips and tongue around him.

James was in heaven as he smoothly slid in and out of her cunt. A couple of

minute's pistoning and all three of them erupted into climax.

Unfortunately, neither guard, nor Svetlana heard the supervisor, who was busily

searching for the two armourers who should have been at their post already.

'What the bloody hells going on here?' she shouted indignantly. James and Roger

jumped and saluted their superior with their arms and their still erect cocks.

You two, get dressed and go to my office. I'll deal with you presently' she

ordered sneaking a look at their members.

Svetlana meanwhile had grabbed her dress and was clasping it, covering her

flushed body. 'Get dressed girl. I'll be informing your superior, Agent

Richards isn't it?' She nodded and started to dress in front of the openly

leering supervisor.

Chapter 5.

Antonio Cuaveras had been born twenty-five years earlier in a shantytown on the

outskirts of Havana, Cuba. His, never seen, father had been killed almost at

the moment he'd been born while serving in the Cuban military. This had such a

powerful psychological effect on his mother that she determined to never let

Antonio enter the Armed Services. Unfortunately military service is compulsory

for males in Cuba so she took the obvious, to her, course and revealed to her

family and the neighbours that she had given birth to a baby girl before

disappearing into an even poorer part of Havana. Antonio grew up female. All his

clothes were dresses. His mother kept him away from school and taught him what

little he knew herself. Antonio grew up unable to read or write his only

entertainment was fighting the other children round about. He was constantly at

war with himself and the local neighbourhood children who teased the girl who

looked so masculine. Fortunately Antonio, now named Rosa, was big enough to beat

the crap out of any of the locals including the boys. Sex never reared its head

as none of them would look twice at the muscular six-footer she's grown into.

The constant need to shave didn't help either. One look at the five o'clock

shadow and any boy soon lost interest.

Not surprisingly, Antonio's confused upbringing caused him to develop a

schizophrenic personality. The dominant personality was Rosa who occupied his

mind for ninety-nine percent of the time. The real trouble started though, when

the Antonio personality forced it's way to the surface. Rosa became less and

less able to control him and soon local cats and dogs started turning up

mutilated, then some pigs. The first raped and murdered woman followed not long

after. It rapidly became obvious to the Cuban police that they had a serial

rapist/murderer on their hands but Rosa's native cunning and the fact they were

looking for a man kept her at large for six months. Fourteen women fell victim

to Antonio before he made a fatal mistake and left his final victim for dead.

She survived and was able to give the police a description of a six-foot

muscular woman that could only fit Rosa.

Two weeks in the blackest hole in Havana men's prison followed by a quick trial

left Rosa on death row awaiting the hangman's noose. She was within hours of the

sentence being carried out when her file crossed the desk of the local KGB

representative in the Cuban government. He read about her reign of terror and

mayhem but his interest was really pricked by the short psychological assessment

that Rosa showed not the slightest sign of guilt or contrition. The KGB was

always on the look out for a certain sort of person. Despite what the movies

might say the ability to kill another person and feel no remorse or guilt was a

rare quality. Even the best assassins eventually succumbed to the psychological

pressure and crumbled under the guilt. Rosa showed a total disregard for any

life but her own. Her only care was satisfying her urges. As far as the guilt

went, it was Antonio who did the killing so she bore no responsibility and

therefore felt no remorse.

Rosa was extracted from her prison cell to a clinic in Siberia and eventually

after much education and training released into the care of Colonel Vlad. Rosa's

proclivities and schizophrenia were kept under control with medication but

occasionally she was freed to 'play' with a target. Her successes allowed her

employers to tolerate her sexual practices. She released Antonio who killed on

order with no compunction and Rosa showed no sign of guilt or remorse.

The Antonio persona looked down at Jenny's bound trembling body. He was free of

the restraint that had been placed on him. Now was his time to play, before his

lusts sated, he would sink back into the depths of Rosa's mind to await his next

victim. He knelt at her head and pressed down on her nose forcing her head back

until her mouth gaped open. A quick thrust of his hips and the long black shaft

slid between her lips. Jenny moaned as the cock penetrated her warm wet mouth.

Antonio softly stroked her exposed throat before he reached forward and gripped

a breast in each hand and, using them as hand holds, began slowly thrusting his

hips in and out. 'Mmmmm' moaned Jenny as her mouth was violated. His fingers

squeezed and mauled her tit flesh as he watched his huge black cock slide in and

out. Antonio closed his eyes and concentrated on the combined pleasure of the

feelings in his penis and the power he felt in having total control over his

victim.

Suddenly Antonio released her sore and throbbing tits and reached to grab her

legs. He drew them forward until Jenny was bent double and he trapped her bound

ankles under his left armpit. He continued to piston in and out of her mouth

while his right hand stroked up and down the backs of her thighs, fondling the

tender soft white flesh. His fingers rubbed along her pussy still barely covered

by her lacy panties until he seized them and with one heave ripped them from her

body. His fingers returned to now massage her naked hairless pussy lips.

Jenny was becoming frantic. She was desperate to escape but no opportunity had

presented itself yet. She'd been surreptitiously been working the ropes around

her wrists but they were tied to well. Just then Antonio started to untie her

ankles, then her knees. This was a start. Her legs were free but she couldn't

hope to overpower Rosa/Antonio from this undignified position. All she could do

was endure the disgusting molestation, the probing, fondling black hands, the

thrusting, now rock hard, black shaft, until a chance presented itself.

Antonio held an ankle in each hand and slowly began forcing her legs apart. With

his cock still rhythmically thrusting he watched her pussy lips gape wide open

until he could see the tender pink insides. She groaned, as her feet were forced

outward until they rested on opposite armrests. The tendons of her thighs

tightened as her legs were stretched out to point in opposite directions.

Antonio looked down at her fully open pussy, pink flesh and erect clitoris

obscenely displayed. Then striking like a snake he thrust his penis fully

forward and stabbed his extended tongue deep into the defenseless pussy while

keeping her legs pinned apart. Jenny moaned as best she could around the gagging

cock as he plunged his long black tongue deep within her body and wriggled it

about. She writhed and bucked as he struck again and again, penetrating as far

as he could. The sexual stimulation, the bondage, the danger combined to force

Jenny upward toward climax. Antonio licked her pussy long and hard his chin

rasping over her clit. She was so close. Another few seconds and she would

explode.

Yet again Antonio stopped suddenly, leaving Jenny gasping. He withdrew his

saliva-covered shaft from her mouth and pulled her legs round. He positioned her

the right way up before forcing her legs wide again preparing her for the final

violation. Fourteen women had been raped and murdered in Havana. He liked to

time his orgasm for the exact moment his victims succumbed to his strangling

hands around their throats. Jenny was in an erotic haze. She had been on the

very edge of climax only to be denied again. She looked up at the huge black

shaft as Antonio advanced on her. Just a couple of savage thrusts she thought

and she'd be screaming in climax. Then a picture of the bloody corpse of

Commander Holt entered her head and she snapped back to reality. Suki's marshal

arts training and Jenny's desperation combined as Antonio stepped forward to

meet Jenny's swinging right foot. Her foot thudded into his testicules and with

a groan he collapsed to the floor clutching himself. Jenny rocked herself

upright, leapt up and raced to the kitchen. A moments awkward fumbling in the

knife draw and she extracted a sharp blade and cut the rope binding her wrists.

She ran back to the living room to see a moaning Antonio on his hands and knees.

A three yard run up and Jenny attempted to drop kick Antonio's already bruised

testicules into the next county. She's never been much good at football but a

healthy dose of anger seemed to give her all skill she needed. There was no

comical rolling of eyes or pathetic mulling moan. Antonio went out like a light.

The damage sufficient to ensure he never troubled a young woman again. Jenny

dressed upstairs before returning with the cloth cuffs and securing Antonio's

unconscious body. The phone lines had been cut and her mobile was nowhere to be

found so in desperation she leapt into her car and raced away to MI5

headquarters.

Chapter 6.

At headquarters the real security guards were soon convinced that there was a

double when Jenny arrived and a search was instigated. The last order Colonel

Vlad had given Rostov was burnt into Jenny's mind. Using the lift, she raced

toward the top floor and Holts office.

On the top floor Rostov was emerging from an empty office when she sensed all

was not as it had been. Guards where searching further down the corridor. She

realised the game was up and her final order kicked in. Taking out a gun she had

stolen from Q's basement testing range, she headed away from the searchers and

toward Holt's office. She had taken care of his secretary and was just entering

unannounced when Jenny emerged from the lift and spotted her. The KGB agent, on

seeing Holt seated behind his desk stepped inside and raised the gun, pointing

it straight between his eyes. Commander Holt's eyes stared down the barrel at

his own demise as her finger tightened on the trigger. Jenny slammed into her

back knocking the gun out of her hand. Recovering quickly Rostov whirled round

and wrestled Jenny to the floor of the office. Holt quickly seized the gun that

had slid under his desk and stood pointing it at the maelstrom of blonde hair

and long slender limbs writhing on his office carpet.

He was about to shout at the girls to freeze when it occurred to him that, as he

had the gun, the danger was past. Unfolding before him was one of his favourite

fantasies, Jenny in a catfight, with herself no less. He thought to himself

'Decisions, decisions, break up the fight or stand back and watch the dresses

riding up. The flashing tanned limbs, the white panties stretched across taut

buttocks as they strained against each other. Think I'll give it a couple of

hours thought'.

The women writhed about, clutching, grunting, hair pulling, each trying to

subdue the other. Neither was a natural fighter or a vicious personality so

there was no biting, scratching or eye gouging. It was more like a couple of

schoolgirls fighting than two secret agents. Rostov with presence of mind

realised that the plan had failed but there might be one slim chance for escape.

She began ripping at Jenny's dress. Snapping the shoulder straps, wrenching

apart the zipper and trying to rip it from Jenny's body. Jenny realised what was

happening and, unwittingly aiding Rostov's plan, returned the favour and began

tearing at her opponents dress. Soon both girls were down to their underwear.

Holt was having a great time. The girls seemed to be intent on stripping each

other. 'Perhaps another few minutes then' he thought. Suddenly Rostov wrestled

herself free and leapt up screaming at Holt. 'She's the one, she's the double,

shoot her, shoot her'. Her tone was so vehement that Holt raised the gun and

pointed it at the other Jenny.

Suki burst into the room. She was astonished on seeing two Jenny's and Holt just

about to shoot one of them. 'Wait, Sir. Don't shoot, it may be the real one'.

Holt hesitated, looking from one Jenny to the other. They were identical now.

Both dressed in similar white lacy underwear. No one could tell which had been

wearing the light blue dress that would have identified the Russian agent. If

one of them hadn't shouted at him he wouldn't have been able to tell them apart.

He turned the gun and tried to cover both Jenny's. After a few seconds Suki said

'Sir, I may be able to help identify the real one'. She approached Holt and

whispered in his ear. He nodded and said 'OK agent Namura, carry on'. 'You two

stand here in front of the desk'. He motioned with the gun, keeping both

covered, until they stood six feet in front of the desk and about six feet

apart.

Suki and Holt regarded the two agents. Both were tall, blonde, athletic and

nearly naked. Both wore the flimsiest of bras and panties a nothing else. Much

to Holts delight both were still breathing hard after their exertions making

their huge chests that were barely contained in tiny lace bras heave up and

down. 'Name and number' ordered Suki pointing at Jenny number one. 'Agent Jenny

Richards, 382436' snapped the blonde on the left. 'Now you'. 'Agent Jenny

Richards 382436' said the other. 'Well they both sound the same' said Suki.

'Test number two. She approached Jenny number one and taking her face in her

hands kissed her deeply. The kiss went on and on becoming more and more ardent

until Suki broke off leaving Jenny number one gasping. Jenny number two watched

as Suki approached her knowing what was coming. She puckered up as Suki grasped

her and kissed her just as she had her twin.

A minute later Suki released Jenny two and stepped back. She knew without doubt

who the real Jenny was. One had been timid and shy at first and only returned

her kiss after she could no longer contain herself. The other was ardent from

the start and was the obvious fake. Suki turned to Holt and was on the verge of

telling him her findings when a wicked little thought entered her head.

'Er..Still not sure Sir. Need to go on to test number three'. 'Carry on Agent

Namura' said Holt now more then intrigued at the turn of events.

Suki moved behind Jenny number one and began stroking her shoulders and arms

before suddenly unsnapping her bra. Jenny one's arms flew to grab her bra before

it fell off. 'Arms down' ordered Holt pointing the gun meaningfully. Slowly

Jenny one lowered her arms and a smiling Suki drew the shoulder straps down her

arms and threw the bra to the floor. Holt gazed longingly at his first ever

sight of Jenny's naked breasts. Large pink areolas and proud nipples tipped the

magnificent spheres. Suki reached round and gently cupped and lifted the twin

marvels. She caressed and squeezed both breasts until Jenny one started to

fidget as the feelings of arousal were fired up within her. She gasped as Suki

tweaked her already erect nipples, then gasped even more as she pinched and

pulled on them.

Suki released the tender flesh and turned toward Jenny two who was watching

intently. She stoically ensured Suki's hands molesting her body. Endured the

caressing, fondling and the final painful pinch. Holt watched mesmerized as Suki

did all the things he had dreamt about doing to those massive mammaries of agent

Jenny Richards, twice. 'Well they both feel the same' said Suki smiling broadly.

'Only the last test to go'.

Jenny one watched apprehensively as Suki returned to stand in front of her,

smiling sweetly. She placed her thumbs in the sides of the agent's one remaining

garment. The girl realising that she was about to lose her last item of

protection reached to grab her panties. Suki looked at her sternly until with a

resigned sigh she let go. After hesitating to build the tension, Suki slowly

drew the panties down to the ground. Jenny one blushed and closed her eyes at

being exposed in front of Commander Holt who had nearly fallen off the edge of

his desk where he'd perched himself. Suki knelt and studied the hairless pussy

before her eyes. She tapped Jenny's ankles until she'd spread her feet about

eighteen inches apart and then reached round and grabbed a butt cheek in each

hand. Suki spent a few seconds squeezing and fondling the soft plump cheeks

before leaning forward and wriggling her tongue between the naked pussy lips.

Jenny one grabbed the silky black haired head buried between her thighs but it

did no good as Suki began timing her moves, rhythmically pulling the hips

forward as she stabbed with her tongue, forcing herself deeper and deeper. The

pussy quickly became moist as Suki used all her skills to arouse the agent. By

the time she released her Jenny one could hardly stand. She was red cheeked and

gasping and nearly orgasmed on the spot as Suki's rasping sandpaper tongue was

finally dragged back right across her clitoris.

Suki looked up at her and licked her shiny juice covered lips. Holt was having

difficulty hiding the bulge in his trousers by this time as Suki moved in front

of Jenny two. She was wide-eyed and trembling at the prospect of Suki's

impending assault. She trembled even more as her panties were lowered and she

felt Suki's hot breath on her exposed flesh. The hands seized her butt and

dragged her forward onto the advancing extended tongue. Suki attacked with even

greater vigour until Jenny two was groaning out loud. Suki penetrated as deeply

as she could, thrusting and probing in and out, before sucking her clit between

her lips.

Jenny two moaned out loud. Suki sucked harder and harder on her clit until she

forced her over the edge into a bucking, muscle locking, climax. She would have

collapsed if Suki hadn't supported her. Holt showed his surprise when Suki

turned and indicated the sweating; gasping girl in her arms was the fake. Holt

adjusted his trousers, stood, and took the naked Russian agent by the arm.

Svetlana looked up at him pleadingly. 'Please. Keep them away from me; give me a

nice quiet prison cell. I've only been here five hours and I can't take anymore.

I've never cum so much in my life, I'm so tired'. She turned to look at the real

Jenny. 'How do you stand it. They never leave you alone. I've been molested non-

stop'.

Jenny was shocked. She was of the opposite opinion. The final orgasm that Suki

had forced from Svetlana had been her fifth of the day while the real Jenny

hadn't reached climax for over three weeks. During the day she had been brought

to the edge of release three times, twice by Rosa and just now by Suki, only to

be left high and dry.

Suki quietly locked the door behind Holt and moved over to the trembling body of

Jenny who was looking at the remnants of her dress, ripped to shreds and spread

over the floor, her underwear also discarded. How did you know who the fake was?

Asked Jenny quietly. Suki embraced her naked body pressing their chests together

until Jenny's breasts bulged upward. She whispered in her ear. 'Well she looked

like you, she sounded like you, she felt like you, but her pussy didn't taste

nearly as sweet as yours'. Jenny blushed and Suki stuck her wet little tongue in

her ear until she pulled her head away from the tickling. Suki maneuvered her

gradually backward until the back of her thighs bumped into the edge of Holt's

desk. 'I saved your bacon again didn't I?' said Suki kissing Jenny on the lips.

'Suki!' exclaimed Jenny. 'Make love to me' said Suki. 'No. Stop it, Suki'.

Another kiss, deeper this time and Suki could feel Jenny's resolve weakening.

'Make love to me'. 'Please don't' pleaded Jenny feeling her arousal growing once

more. Suki kissed her more tenderly still, then more ardently, her hands gently

stroking up and down Jenny's back. She began lowering her down on to the

desktop. 'Obey the order' said Suki softly as Jenny finally gave in to the

inevitable and surrendered herself to Suki's skilful lips, wicked tongue and

stroking hands.

The end

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