Phoenix

By Brummie

Part One - Phoenix Falling

Chapter One.

Delilah Flint, known as Big Dilly to her friends and enemies alike, casually surveyed the prison yard. Small groups of two and three inmates talked, walked or just stared into space. Time hung heavy for most of them. The drab green one piece boiler suits they wore made everyone look the same. Individuality being displayed was limited to the colour and style of hair or the pattern of tattoo's on exposed flesh. That is apart from a single dash of colour.

The dash of colour was important. It signified the inmates affiliation. The wrong colour in the wrong place at the wrong time and mayhem could ensue and usually did.

Dilly herself sported a red neckerchief, others bracelets, headscarves, or just a splash of paint on a sleeve or shoulder. It didn't matter what or where just so long as it was red.

The 'Big' epithet was a joke she tolerated. Just as tall men were called 'tiny' or fat men 'slim' she was only five feet four but her height bore no relation to the power she wielded both inside the prison and, even still, outside it. If stature was measured in size of personality she was ten feet tall. She could freeze a woman or man with a look and had even made one burst into tears just by staring at them hard. Her parents had named her Delilah from the Bible thinking the name pretty unfortunately forgetting the fate that befell Samson when she betrayed him. A fate that befell them when Dilly murdered them both for grounding her for some petty misdemeanour. The name hardly seemed proper for a gang leader so it had been shortened to something the more intellectually challenged members could relate to.

The only down side to her life, apart from being incarcerated of course, was that she was master of only half she surveyed. Big Dilly had a rival. A evil looking woman named Two Ton Tess from Teddington who robbed the Bakers Van Company of it's three hundred thousand pounds payroll.

Tess was just big. Un-naturally big, freakish big. Over six feet she had the shoulders, arms and torso of a shaved gorilla but unusually short and spindly legs. Her followers sported a dash of blue and if a splash of blue met a splash of red crimson generally resulted.

Dilly and Tess ruled with a rod of Iron, literally at times. In general the guards were happy to abrogate responsibility for general discipline to the two gangs if a lid was kept on the violence. Individual injuries were OK as long as nobody died. They only stepped in if it looked like a riot was in the offing and the disturbance could reach the newspapers.

The rivalry between the gangs was a prison wide issue but there were always individual tensions. The incarcerated female is no different from the male in that sexual tension built up and had been known to explode harder than the gang rivalry. Again the guards turned a blind eye to the fraternisations that occurred between cell mates as long as it didn't get out of hand. Petty jealousies often erupted as relationships formed and dissolved.

One of the few things to break the monotony for the inmates was the weekly arrival of the van bringing the new intake. Today it pulled up at the main gate as usual, the driver honked his horn and the huge iron gates swung ponderously open to allow it entry. It drove through and turned to stop beside a small green door that led into the main administration section of the Prison building.

Idly a dozen or so inmates wandered across to eye the new prisoners. Dilly could see them from her vantage point as the first alighted. A mean looking dirty blonde haired woman stepped down and looked about unemotionally. It was obvious she was an old hand and this wasn't her first time doing stir. Others followed until it looked like the last had exited the rear of the van. Dilly was just about to look away when a long leg stepped down on to the top step. A second joined it and then together they descended slowly. Everyone stared as the woman turned to look out into the yard.

Dilly's eyes narrowed. The woman was spectacular. Tallish, about five-eight or nine, slim, blonde haired, clean this time, but it was her face everyone stared at. She could easily have been a catwalk model. The yard froze. Glances were exchanged. A few even looked round at Dilly to see if she'd noticed the new arrival. From the newly alert look on her face it was plain she had.

Svetlana Rostov turned and followed the others prisoners through the green door.

The subsequent week saw the tension level within the prison rise to new heights. Both gang leaders felt the induction of the stunning woman into their band of merry followers would reflect on their credibility and so they each vied for her attention. Svetlana was quickly appraised of the situation which eventually took on comic proportions. Both gangs tried to deflect the others attentions from the blonde and she became the safest inmate in the jail with each group assigning a minder to guard her. She walked round with two constant satellites, one red and one blue, each one protecting her from the other. If a blue approached her a red would challenge them and vice versa. Fights followed her. As she went about her daily tasks violence broke out in her wake until eventually the Governor had to step in.

In his office he offered her a stark choice. Solitary confinement with twenty three hours a day in a single cell and one hour of exercise alone or, as he put it succinctly, 'pick a damn colour'.

Svetlana accompanied a prison guard back to her cell were she collected her meagre belongings. Then as they walked along the top landing toward her new cell she stopped. Every prisoner in the exercise yard looked up and watched her take out a piece of cloth and drape it from her top pocket. Below Tess' eyes narrowed and her fists clenched. Those nearest swore they heard her teeth grind. The cloth was red.

The guard ushered Svetlana into her new cell and left her standing there, her belongings cradled in her arms, and quietly pulled the cell door closed. She had made her choice and was now part of the red fraternity with all the benefits that bestowed. She now fell under their protective wing but she wasn't naive enough to think that protection didn't come at a price, a price she knew she was about to start paying.

On the top bunk Delilah Flint slowly folded the newspaper she had been reading, propped herself up on one elbow and stared lustfully at the woman who was to be her new cellmate.

Three Months later...err...somewhere else

The quiet click of the numbered pool balls merged with the echoing clicks of the woman's high heals as she strode across the smokey room. Two teenagers playing a desultory game killing time between their habitual early afternoon rising and the pub opening time stared through the cone of light thrown from the neon tube above the green baize table as she passed them. She looked out of place. Haughty, confident even arrogant, poised and slightly upper class. One would hardly expect to see the likes of her in a dingy pool hall. Uncaring of their attention she wound her way between two unused tables and approached the small bar. The sullen bored barman watched her come while slowly wiping the grease from one part of the bar top to another.

She stopped before him then leaned forward and spoke so softly no one more than a yard from her could have heard. He'd obviously been expecting her and without delay nodded toward a none descript door in the far corner. Without a word or acknowledgment of any sort she turned and again, weaving between the tables, made for the door. Behind her the barman surreptitiously reached below the counter and pressed the hidden button there.

The muted buzzer broke the silence of the small airless room and a great hulking brute of a man rose like some sort of continental drift from his seat and moved to the door. At a quiet knock he cracked it open and satisfying himself that only the woman wished to enter opened it to allow her to pass. She made to speak but hesitated as a bear like paw descended on her shoulder and unexpectedly spun her round. The guard silently drew her purse from her clutching fingers. She gripped it harder but it would have been like trying to hold back a freight train so she let it go with a disdainful sniff as if it was of no import trying to retain as much of her dignity as she could. Finding nothing untoward he indicated she should lift her arms. With a resigned sigh she raised her hands to shoulder height as he frisked her starting at the top and working his way downward. Her face remained impassive as his dinner plate sized mitts flowed down over her Shoulders, chest, waist, buttocks and legs but she gave out a small surprised 'ooh' sound as his hand rose up her skirt and pawed her upper thighs touching the exposed skin above he stocking tops.

He stood and returned her purse to her while she stared stonily at him. She might as well have tried to outstare a rock for all the effect it had on him as he returned to his upright wooden chair.

Eventually she turned to the rooms other occupant who had remained behind the wooden desk reading from a sheet of paper during the whole exchange. After a suitably rude amount of time, just to show the newcomer who was in charge of the proceedings, the desks occupant carefully placed the page on top of the others on the desk fastidiously making sure each page exactly aligned to all the others and looked up. She studied the visitor. Tall, nearly six feet in her high heals, brunette, face handsome in a masculine sort of way, too much make-up, her foundation plastered on and the lipstick just a couple of shades too dark, thickset without being fat. Her clothes were of good quality and she wore them well. The desks occupant already knew the woman’s origins from the file she'd been reading but even without it she'd have guessed mid-European and hadn't been surprised when the file had said German. She stared at the standing woman for a few more seconds then indicated she should seat herself.

The visitor returned the woman’s diamond hard gaze for her part assessing the desks occupant just as she was being assessed herself. Medium height, hatchet faced, thin stick like frame, physically weak. That counted for nothing when she met the woman’s stare. Power emanated from her every pore and she felt a small thrill in the pit of her stomach with the knowledge that a single word from this woman and she would cease to exist. Simply disappear unless she decided her lifeless body would serve some purpose such as maybe a warning to others.

'Madam Elsa von Kleiner' began the hatchet faced woman. She spoke in English, their common language, pronouncing each word, each syllable, precisely but with a slight Russian accent. 'I am Colonel Olga Vlad of the GRU and we have a task for you to perform'.

The brunette nodded but didn't reply. She knew instructions, precise instructions, would follow and the woman didn't appreciate unnecessary interruption but she was intrigued as to what the Glavnoye Razvedyvatelnoye Upravleniye, the Chief Intelligence Directorate of the Soviet General Staff, the military arm of the KGB wanted with her.

'You have cultivated certain criminal connections have you not and we require you to seek out the necessary personnel to perform a small service. Payment will be made and expenses met'. With that she slid a six by nine colour photograph across the desk.

Kleiner took it and studied the portrait. Her eyes narrowed as she recognised the beautiful blonde in the picture. 'I know this woman Comrade Colonel. Let me think. Ah yes. Agent Jenny Richards of MI5 is it not. She infiltrated our facility last year and caused us some concern. I and my partners escaped but it cost us the Clinic. You wish me to eliminate her perhaps?'

'Do not second guess me' the Colonel snapped coldly 'just listen'.

Even knowing the woman she'd still fallen into the trap and spoken out of turn. 'My apologies, Comrade Colonel' she nodded.

'The picture is not of the agent you mentioned, it is a Russian agent named Svetlana Rostov who is at present residing in one of Her Majesties prisons.

Kleiner goggled at the photo and without thinking said 'but she's a dead ringer for...' then fell silent under the laser beam gaze once more.

Vlad stared warningly for a few more seconds then continued. 'Rostov is being held in Holloway Women’s Prison and I have a plan that requires her freedom. You and your criminal contacts will extract Rostov from this confinement. I will leave the arrangements in your hands. Yes?'

It was a rhetorical question but Kleiner still replied 'Of course Comrade Colonel'.

'When the time is right and you have retrieved Rostov I will put my plan into action'.

'But what of the English agent?'

Vlad smiled a death's head grin and concluded with finality 'She, of course, will be eliminated'.

Chapter Two.

Reports, reports, reports, they just seemed to go on and on forever. Since returning from Japan Jenny hadn't been given any new assignments and she was going out of her mind with boredom. It didn't help that she had only a cold and empty house to go back to each night since John had left. Her only break from the monotony was exercising and practicing her fighting skills with Suki when she was available or other agents when she wasn't. The weight and fitness training under the Firm's top instructor, Mr. Castleton, was slowly giving her a physic of a trained athlete. Her shoulders had broadened and her stomach flattened to a washboard and showed a distinct six-pack of muscle. Her slim waist now flowed into wide hips and on to long slender but well muscled thighs.

Today Jenny's Judo sparing partner was Jerome, a young agent also between assignments, who specialised in infiltrating drug gangs, particularly those with Jamaican connections. It helped that he was himself Jamaican born although British since his parents emigrated when he was aged ten. The grim and dangerous nature of his work was offset by such times as these when his more mischievous personality came through. He was one of Jenny's favourite people in the 'Firm'. Invariably smiling always good company, full of jokes and surprisingly sensitive to her mood. The superb blue black body didn't do any harm either. He wasn't the biggest guy, five ten, but he had the perfect swimmers physic, broad of shoulder and slim of hip with a flat stomach rippled with muscle.

Most of her colleagues were aware of her break up and many of the men thought of her as 'back on the market' and she quickly tired of fending off their advances. Jerome on the other hand seemed to realise she just needed a friend and was always perfectly behaved, even at close quarters like these. Jenny wasn't to know that the effort took all his self control. He was no different from the other guys and given the slightest encouragement would have been only to happy to join her in a game of 'hide the sausage'.

They'd been practising for nearly an hour when Jerome threw Jenny over his shoulder and together they fell to the mat. She lay panting he skin glowing and damp with perspiration and with her face close to his when he said 'Lets call it a day. We've done enough and I'm knackered'.

'OK' Jenny nodded then screamed as Jerome stuck his tongue in her ear and nipped her earlobe with his teeth. He just made it to the safety of the men’s locker room with Jenny chasing close behind shouting she was going to kill him when she caught him. She stopped as the door slammed in her face then with a broad smile on her face and rubbing the wetness from her ear she turned and walked to the ladies locker room to take a shower and get changed.

Suki would have been pleased to see Jenny practicing with Jerome. He was good and Jenny always learnt something of technique from him. But technique wasn't everything. Real life combat was another matter altogether and no matter how hard Suki tried she couldn't get Jenny to move from the purely technical fighter up to the next level. Jenny knew the moves and could execute them but that wasn't enough when you were fighting for your life. There was another level when the fighter passes from the technique practiced on the mat into one who was able to move and counter smoothly and automatically. The conscious mind was bypassed and the instructions came straight from the hind brain no longer needing to be thought about. The ability to fight became second nature, became instinct. There was also the ability to improvise, to perform the unexpected when the situation demanded it. Jenny didn't seem to have the imagination to concoct an unorthodox solution to unexpected or seemingly hopeless situations. It was this that meant she regularly ended the sessions bruised and dejected after Suki finished throwing her around the dojo.

Another aspect also convinced Suki that Jenny would never reach the next level. She was just too nice a person. Suki despaired of ever being able to instil in Jenny the ability to take the ultimate step and strike to finish an opponent. The killer instinct just wasn't in her.

The next day was a Friday and again Jenny sat at her desk eyes staring sightlessly through yet another report this one on suspected Russian operations in Central Europe when a thought struck her and a small smile crinkled her lips and eyes. She had no close family left. Her parents had passed on and the rest of her relatives were a complete shower of losers who she never wanted to see ever again. Well...apart from one that is.

Fiery sparks sprayed from the hot metal as the hammer pounded it into submission. The man held the rod firm in large pliers so it couldn't slip from the anvil. Raising the rod up to eye level he regarded the glowing end gauging the bend and thickness then returned it to the anvil to continue flattening it. The smithy was swelteringly hot despite the icy coldness outside so the sweat ran freely from him. His sandy hair plastered itself to his head and the overalls he wore showed signs of a damp patch on his back. Cooled past the point were it could be worked he thrust the rod of iron back into the blazing coke that was the source of the heat in the work room. Leaving it to re-heat to glowing redness again he shrugged the overall from his broad shoulders down to his waist and moved to a bucket in the corner. Bending he scooped water in his huge cupped hands and splashed it over his head and upper body to cool himself.

She stood just outside the open door silently watching him as he straightened and wrung out his hair so the water cascaded down his shoulders and torso. The wetness and the light from the blazing furnace highlighted the muscles moving like oiled snakes under his tanned skin. A knot of tension grew in her stomach as she steeled herself.

Stepping over the threshold she said 'Hello Mike'. Her voice sounded small and timid even to her.

He froze then slowly turned to face her. 'Hello Jen' he replied quietly, fighting to keep his voice neutral. He didn't move to greet her but stood stock still waiting, desperately trying to read some clue from her countenance. He'd rehearsed this moment over and over in his mind but now the time had arrived he felt unable to speak, powerless to affect the outcome. For the last six weeks he'd felt like he was living in limbo now the next few seconds could send him into the depths of despair or soaring upward toward heaven.

'No suitcase' he thought 'that's bad'. Then chided himself for being stupid. If she had one it would be in the car. He studied her. Her face wreathed in long blonde hair gave no clue as to her thoughts. The overcoat covered the rest of her keeping out the bitter cold. 'Wait, damn you. Wait. Don't jump to conclusions'.

She in turn stared back at him. Mid thirties, tall at six one, face devastatingly handsome and weathered. The work he did kept him as fit as an athlete as she could see from the torso exposed by the lowered overall. Shoulders broad, waist slim, the rest she could imagine from memory, very pleasant memories.

It seemed like an eternity until she moved toward him and said simply 'John's gone'.

His world exploded into a rainbow of bright colours. He felt ten feet tall and thought his heart would burst through his chest. Letting out the breath he didn't realise he'd been holding he strode forward, seized her in a great bear hug and effortlessly lifted her up hugging her to him while she hugged him right back as the joyous feelings permeated their bodies.

After half a minute he gradually relaxed and lowered her back to the ground then stood staring at her smiling face.

'Well aren't you going to offer a freezing cold damsel a hot drink you big lug' she said punching him on the arm.

'Sorry' he replied sheepishly rubbing his bicep. She definitely had been working out.

His cottage adjoining the blacksmiths forge stood in half an acre of ground a little way from the village of Lambourne in Buckinghamshire. The British Racing industry was evident all around with horses being led out onto the downs for training a common sight. Half of his work came from shoeing these beasts, the rest from wrought iron sculpture.

As the song says 'They had all the time in the world' so there was no head long rush to consummate their meeting. Instead they sat in his rustic kitchen talking while drinking the tea he’d brewed. Jenny told him of her trip to Japan, leaving out all the sordid details of course, and he spoke of their windfall from the sale of their Uncles decrepit castle and not so decrepit island. Eventually he rose saying he needed a shower and left her alone with her thoughts.

The water cascaded down on his naked body warming his skin on the outside to nearly the same warmth as he felt within. He used soap to wash his hair creating suds that ran down over his face. He hummed to himself softly and tunelessly.

Suddenly a pair of small hands seized his wrists and lowered them to his side. Unable to open his eyes for the soap he stood still as the unseen hands took over the washing. They gently massaged his scalp then his ears. A finger and thumb gently tweaked his earlobe. Gently they washed his face stroking finger tips over his lips. Agonisingly slowly they washed downward over his shoulders and arms then back to his chest, stomach and hips. Just for a second he thought they would continue onto his genitals but disappointingly, teasingly, they swerved around him at the last moment. Down his muscular thighs they softly cleaned him then moved onward to his feet. His left foot was raised then his right and lovingly soaped and washed. He gasped softly as the small hands caressed over his buttocks soaping, stroking then kneading them more firmly. They stopped and he unconsciously held his breath. There was only one part of him left unwashed. A hand on his stomach pushed him gently back until his back met the shower wall.

Listening, still blinded by the soap covering his eyes he tried to determine what was happening. He thought he detected the sound of someone lathering up their hands with the soap but he couldn't be certain. A groan escaped his lips as the small delicate hands finally took hold of his member and agonisingly slowly began to wash his organ. His hands clenched into fists as they became more urgent and he grew in their grasp. Within seconds he was at full length and as hard as a rock and the tiny hands could no longer reach all the way round his impressive girth. Warm water rinsed him clean of suds then a warm wetness enveloped him. He almost shouted out as the mouth and tongue worked on his most sensitive flesh taking him in and sucking him strongly. The hands worked on the parts of his shaft not inside the sucking mouth, pumping him. Little more than a minute passed before he realised he could no longer hold back the inevitable eruption. His hips thrust forward trying to bury more of himself in the heavenly wetness. The mouth left him but the hands continued now gripping him hard and whipping up and down his member bringing him toward climax. Suddenly he exploded his sperm cascading out of him in a graceful arc while he groaned and groaned, 'Oh God, Oh God, yes, yes' his hips jerking once, twice, three times until there was no more essence left.

His chest heaved, his breath wheezed in and out of his lungs as his orgasm passed and his muscles relaxed. He fumbled for the shower head and quickly rinsed the soap from his face and opened his eyes. A naked Jenny knelt looking up at him smiling broadly.

'Thank the Lord it's you' he said laughing.

'Look what you've gone and done you nasty man' she said pointing to her cheek.'

He blushed furiously at seeing the line of semen streaked down her face.

'Now you're going to have to wash me. Get to it you big strong blacksmith you.'

He grinned happily and taking up the shower head prepared to use his big work hardened hands to do for the big breasted blonde just what she'd done for him. It wasn't long before Jenny discovered that he'd lost none of his oral dexterity. Within minutes he had her whipping her head about, moaning and jerking on the end of his tongue.

Chapter Three.

Much later they lay exhausted on his bed. He'd succeeded in bringing her to a screaming climax in the shower, slowly teasing then more urgently using his lips and tongue on the centre of her being. Then they'd dried each other with huge fluffy towels and moved to the big soft bed in his room. Their love making was joyous and bubbly as well as energetic. They laughed and teased at first only switching to urging and pleading as their passion built. Jenny was everything a man could hope for. Beautiful and athletic, aggressive sometimes but more often submissive. They loved again and again as he slid his massive organ into her body and used his hands and mouth on her enormous spherical alabaster breasts bringing her blood filled nipples to full aching erection and her body to muscle locking orgasm. Eventually there exertions tired them and they sank into contented sleep clasped in each others arms.

Later in the day as Mike hadn't been expecting visitors they both wandered into the town to shop for some food. They emerged from a store carrying their purchases and started back toward the cottage arm in arm, chatting amiably. Jenny wore her large coat and Mike had presented her with a woollen bobble hat to help keep out the cold. As they walked along Jenny glanced over as a large black limousine swept past them. After a couple of steps she faltered, stopped and turned to watch as the car disappeared into the town centre traffic. 'Do you know who owns that car?' she asked Mike who waited patiently for her.

'Yes. It's owned by Madam Menkel. She lives up at the big house, mansion really, just outside town. Why?'

'Because I recognised her in the back seat and her names not Menkel. Lets get back.'

They dumped their bags in the kitchen and Mike started to brew yet more warming tea.

'I could introduce you to her if you liked' he said as they sipped their drinks. 'I have an invitation to a masked ball at the house tonight. Actually I wasn't going to go but if she's a friend of yours...'

Jenny thought for a moment 'No, not a friend exactly but someone who we're, I mean I'm, very interested in. Look could I make a phone call...err...in private please.'

Mike made himself busy back in the kitchen while Jenny made her call from the lounge on her mobile. She seemed to take quite a time to establish a connection to the person she needed to talk to but eventually got through.

'Duty Officer' said the impersonal voice at the other end of the line.

'Agent Richards. I've just come across a person of interest who disappeared some time ago. Party by the name of Madam Elsa von Kleiner. She now goes by the name of Madam Menkel and is living outside Lambourne at the Manor House. Please advise if action is required.'

The Duty Officer consulted and eventually replied. No action required. Report back to HQ.'

Jenny said 'I have an opportunity for entry to the house without arousing suspicion. A friend has an invitation to a gathering and it includes a guest. The party is a masked ball so my identity should be protected.'

'Wait' said the Duty Officer. After a few minutes he came back on the line. 'Permission granted for an exploratory mission. Minimum risk to be accepted. No disclosure.'

'Understood' said Jenny. 'but I have to protect my companion. Request permission to disclose myself'.

'Wait' the officer said again then after half a minute 'Minimum disclosure granted. Report soonest. Out.'

Jenny disconnected and sat thinking for a minute. 'Hope he takes this well' she thought then called Mike back into the room.

He sat down next to her on the sofa and after a few seconds she began.

'Mike I have something to tell you. I've not been entirely truthful with you about what I do.' He perked up. She'd pricked his interest and he looked at her expectantly.

'I'm not in the fashion business as I told you. That's a cover story. I'm really a sort of investigator for the Government. It's my job to find out things that may have an effect on national security so you can see why I couldn't reveal myself to you.'

He stared at her. 'Not revealed yourself. I beg to differ. You've shown me just about everything you've got if memory serves me correctly.' He said smiling. 'So what, you're a spy like James Bond only female?'

'Mike!' she said exasperated. 'Stop it, this is serious. It's not a bloody story you know, it's important.'

'Sorry' he said waiting for her to continue.

'Madam Menkel isn't who she says she is. She's known to our organisation and we want to know what she's up to at present. She's worked with the Russians in the past and I've been told to find out if that's still the case. Now you've given me the perfect opportunity to get into the Manor House as your guest at the party. Luckily it's a masked ball because they'd recognise me otherwise. All I have to do is snoop around a little, study the guests and also more closely the staff she has working for her as they're more likely to be part of any plans she has.'

Mike goggled at her. He'd never suspected her secret life and he was intrigued. It isn't every day you meet a spy. Well not knowingly anyway. If you did know it they'd obviously be a really crap spy.

'What do you need from me?' he asked.

'Not a lot' she replied. 'I just want you to take me to the party and act naturally. I'll do the investigation bit. Hopefully it'll just be a straight in and out without any complications. That's the way I'll play it but we have to make a plan just in case there's a problem. You can never tell in these situations. Anything can go wrong. Here. Take my phone. You can use it to report if I run into any problems. I'll teach you the sequence for making a call. It's a bit complicated and you have to get everything in exactly the right order or the battery discharges and melts the phone to slag. It's my fourth one and they're getting tired of me destroying them. Now if something does go wrong I'll need you to do exactly what I tell you. I don't want you acting heroic you've no idea what to do and you'll probably get us both killed. We need a code word. It may not be possible for me to talk freely so if you hear the word you do exactly what I tell you. It's vital you do this Mike for your own safety as well as mine. OK.'

'OK' he said astounded at the turn of events and the tone of her voice although he was already beginning to feel a knot of excitement growing in his belly. How many people got to take part in a spy's mission even if it was quite an easy and straightforward one.

'Michelle' said Jenny. 'We'll use Michelle as the code word. If I say Michelle to you at anytime no matter what the circumstances or context you do exactly what I say or if I tell you nothing you do whatever you can to get out of the House and back here to report in. Do you understand Mike?'

'OK I understand. Michelle's the danger word but what if you're in trouble I could help.'

'No Mike' she said emphatically. 'You get out fast and report. The person at the other end of the line will know what to do but only if you report the situation. Now promise me you'll do as I ask?'

Still a little sceptical he replied 'OK I promise'.

'Good. Now we have a problem I've just thought of. I've got nothing to wear to a ball and the shops are closed now. I'll have to improvise something but I don't want to dress so badly that I'll stand out from the other guests It'll make the job doubly difficult.'

'Err...I may be able to help there' said Mike.

Together they climbed up to the bedroom and he opened his wardrobe. Suits, Jackets and coats hung from the rail but he moved them aside and hanging at the end was a dress. 'This was left behind by an old girlfriend. Took off in a huff actually after we had a blazing row and I've never found out where she went to send it back.' He unhooked it and swung it out to show her.

She gasped when she saw the dress. It was snow white with silver trimmings and made of silk. Long and sleek she stroked her hand down it feeling the sensual material with her finger tips.

'Mike. It's beautiful but do you think it'll fit?'

'I think so. You're a bit heavier in the chest department but the rest's about the same. Come on get stripped and try it out.'

She looked fabulous encased in the pristine white silk. It clung to her every curve emphasising her wonderfully flat stomach at the front and perfect plump derriere at the back. It had quickly become obvious that the design of the dress meant wearing a bra was out of the question. At the top a collar of white circled her throat and two panels of silk stretched down from it over each breast. This left a long slit straight down the middle that reached below her belly button before closing. Her breasts extra fullness forced the gap wider than the design called for so any bra she wore would be exposed. The dress's designer had taken this into account because he or she had built in support but this strained to contain the bountiful flesh now nestling in it's silky grasp.

Mike still stared at her critically. 'Sorry Jen you're going to have to lose the panties. They show through something rotten and spoil the flow of the material.'

She turned her back to the long mirror and looked back over her shoulder. 'Damn he's right' she thought resignedly the VPL plain over her bum then gave out a little 'Ooh' as Mike reached up under the dress and yanked her underwear down. Giggling she pulled the dress down but not before he'd planted a big smacker of a kiss on her left buttock.

'Cheeky' she admonished. 'There that's better but I'm not to happy at going commando.

Mike thought for a second then going to a chest of drawers returned with a tiny gold thong. 'How about these?'

'What, another girlfriend?' she commented. 'Do they ever get out of here with all their clothes?'

She raised the dress and stepped into the thong allowing Mike to lift them slowly up her legs and settle them around her hips. Before she could lower it again he planted a kiss on the other butt cheek .

'Don't want to show any favouritism do we' he said smirking.

Jenny studied herself in the mirror and her eyes glistened with pleasure. She nodded satisfied while Mike looked over her shoulder. He couldn't contain himself and reached round to turn her head. 'You've never looked lovelier' he said and dipped his head to kiss her softly. With her distracted he slipped his hand in through the gap at the front of the dress and grasped her breast in his great hand.

'Mmmm' she tore her mouth free. 'Mike pack it in' she scolded him gently dragging his hand off her. It already looks like I'm smuggling melons without you making it more difficult. If you get me excited it'll look like the melons have got organ stops on them. This dress hardly hides anything as it is.'

'I know. Do you have to go to the party? You look good enough to eat and I'm feeling hungry again.'

'If you remember you had a nibble only a couple of hours ago. You'll get fat if you're not careful. Now get ready yourself and we'll go'.

'Hold on a minute I've got something else for you to wear'. He again moved back to the drawers and returned with something in his hand. 'Here. I...Err...made this for you'.

Jenny looked down. Lying on his open palm was a necklace. She took it and studied it. The chain was just plain gold and it was fixed at either end to a small oblong which was about two inches long and three quarters of an inch wide. In the centre had been drilled a half inch diameter hole and on each side of that two smaller ones. The surface had been roughed up so it resembled wood grain. She puzzled over it then discovered that the charm was split long ways down the centre so it opened up hinged at one end. Suddenly her cheeks flushed as she realised that the charm was the top board of a set of stocks made out of gold. Memories flooded back of the time in Spectre Castle when Mike had rescued her from the clutches of the Amberson’s and how she'd repaid him afterwards.

He took the necklace from her fingers and draped it round her throat closing the clasp behind her neck. She wriggled it down until it rested with the charm centred in the gap in the dress and turned to him.

'It's beautiful. Thank you Mike.' She kissed his cheek.

Chapter Four.

The driveway gravel scrunched beneath the wheels of the car as Mike drove the two of them toward the Manor house. A flunky took the keys and Jenny hooked her arm through Mike's allowing him to squire her up to the imposing front entrance. Inside their tickets were checked by another flunky. All the while Jenny kept her head bowed allowing her hair to obscure her face as much as possible until they were requested to select masks from a nearby table. The men's were all dogs and Mike picked a black Alsatian to go with the black Dinner Jacket he was wearing. Jenny selected a silvery blue Abyssinian cat. Donning the masks they were shown into the large dining room.

Neither were aware of the scrutiny of the woman in the black dress and the sinister Siamese cat mask who watched them closely.

Tables laden with food ringed the walls, four musicians played light chamber music as an accompaniment to the conversation of nearly a hundred people who milled around in pairs and groups under a huge twinkling chandelier which hung down from the ceiling two stories above throwing light onto the tastefully decorated room.

A quick glance round told Jenny that her job was going to be more difficult than she'd hoped. There appeared to be many doors leading off from the main room as well as a large swooping double staircase but each was guarded surreptitiously by an unsmiling man. All large and imposing, identically dressed in black Dinner Jackets with identical dog masks. Appropriately mean looking Dobermans. Jenny was disappointed. She hadn't thought Madam Kleiner would have such a large retinue but at least it reinforced the idea that she had some nefarious scheme in the offing.

Jenny and Mike ate, drank and danced when the music changed to something more modern and loud. He was in his element as every male head turned and shot envious glances toward him and the girl on his arm. The women's glances were a mixture of envy and resentment and a little desire. All the while Jenny kept watch but at no time was any door or staircase left unguarded which would have allowed her access to a part of the house were she might have had the chance to learn what Kleiner was planning. Also the very mask that protected Jenny’s identity served to hide the faces of the other guests and staff so she failed to recognise anyone who may have given Kleiner away.

The job looked like being a bust and Jenny had started to think about retreating having learnt very little. Mike was off replenishing their drinks when she felt a presence behind her and turned to face a sumptuously dressed woman who was accompanied by one of the dinner jacketed guard dogs and the woman in the black dress. The mask hid the woman’s identity so Jenny smiled as one does and waited to see what she would say.

'How do you do my dear, enjoying our little get together I hope' she said. Jenny quickly painted on her best poker face. She knew immediately from the heavily German accented English that it was Kleiner who addressed her.

'Yes thank you. It's a super party' she replied noncommittally watching warily.

'I think perhaps we have met once before. It was in a clinic and you were a nurse or was it a Government Agent'.

'I think you have me confused with someone else' replied Jenny worried now. The guard dog had moved round to her left and black dress to her right. Any hope of retreat was cut off. She was either talking or fighting her way out of this now.

Kleiner continued. 'No I'm sure' and nodded to black dress who lifted her mask for a second to reveal the hard face of Frau Bloucher who Jenny immediately recognised as the nursing Sister from the clinic she had penetrated in her search for the criminal Horace Norton. 'You were recognised when you arrived' Kleiner said in a now much harder voice then nodded toward the male guard who, as Jenny turned her head toward him, peeled back his coat to briefly display a holstered automatic. 'Lets not have any unpleasantness my dear. We need to have a little chat so follow us if you please'.

'Here's your drink Jen'. Unseen Mike had returned with a glass in either hand and looked round the group sensing the tension.

Suddenly Jenny turned and with venom in her voice said 'I thought I told you I wasn't interested in your sordid games'. Mike looked at her stunned. 'You can tell Michelle we'll not be having that threesome you suggested you damn pervert. Now take a hike I'm staying here'.

Mike was completely fazed by Jenny's sudden aggressive outburst when suddenly the mention of 'Michelle' penetrated his confusion. 'Christ she's in trouble' he thought 'What did she say 'take a hike'. Realising he had his part to play now he gathering himself and hardening his expression replied 'Suit yourself darlin' there's plenty of other fish in the sea. Shame because Michelle could have taught you a thing or two you frigid bitch' then turned and stalked away. He wanted more than anything in the world to whirl round and dash back to grab her by the hand and run together out of the house away from the danger but he exerted all the self discipline he had and rigidly kept his gaze straight ahead.

Kleiner watched his retreating back musing then turned back to Jenny. 'Keep it calm my dear and walk this way'.

The room was small and completely empty. Five of them stood waiting, Kleiner, Bloucher and two male guards with Jenny at their centre. Kleiner appeared to think for a few seconds then said 'Barnes, if she resists use your knife and carve your initials on her face. Noble, you search her. (Just a little one for our American chums there).

The grin on Nobles' ugly squash nosed face split to shit eating proportions as he passed his gun to Bloucher and advanced on the blonde. He looked her up and down wondering were to start, so many nooks and crannies, then circled round to stand at her back. Flipping aside her hair he fumbled with the fastening of the collar of her dress. Jenny gasped and reached to stop him then relented when Barnes slid out a wicked looking blade and flashed it at her.

Reluctantly she lowered her hands and felt the collar's clasp give way. Noble stepped back expecting a grand unveiling only for both men to groan in disappointment as the falling front of the dress snagged on Jenny's breasts. Looking over her shoulder he could see the problem, both of them, so he squatted down and took a pinch of material between his thumbs and fingers at each hip and gave a little tug. The dress moved an inch revealing even more of the soft white spherical breast flesh but still it didn't fall. He tugged again and the material dropped enough for the dark areolas on each soft bosom to peep over the top but maddeningly still it stayed. The men grinned inanely with the final dénouement at hand as Noble tugged for the last time and the material slipped over Jenny's nipples and slowly like oil moulding itself to every contour poured down her body to pool at her feet.

From his squatting position Noble's face was within inches of Jenny's exposed buttocks and it was all he could do not to grab her hips and bury his face in the soft tanned plump flesh.

Jenny's face flushed as she was stripped almost naked and raised her arms to cover her breasts her only remaining garments her silver high heeled shoes and the tiny gold thong.

'Hands behind the head deary' Noble ordered and Barnes waggled his knife for emphasis.

Slowly, reluctantly Jenny raised her hands and entwined her fingers at the back of her neck revealing her massive rosy tipped breasts to the hot gaze of all those watching. Noble began his search. Her lips compressed as his hands contacted her skin for the first time and he began running his fingers over her shoulders and down her back. He marvelled at the slimness of her torso and the musculature of her back feeling the movement beneath her skin. Stroking lower he filled his hands with her soft plump butt cheeks squeezing gently making absolutely sure there were no guns, knives or weapons of mass destruction hidden there. Jenny bore his hands stoically as they crawled over her body.

Down he went checking her mile long legs then at the ankles transferred his touch to the front and then up her shins over her knees to slowly massage her soft tanned thighs. His fingers lingered a second on top of the tiny thong then both hands moved up over her wonderfully flat rippled stomach.

Barnes eagerly watched his partner as his hands moved inevitably higher his tongue emerging to wet his lips. Jenny steeled herself as the questing digits grew ever nearer to her prized assets then Noble cupped a soft mound in each palm and quietly groaned as he luxuriated in the heavy warm softness he gently held in each hand. Minutes seemed to pass as he caressed, palpitated and massaged her his fingers gently twisting and tweaking her nipples until they grew to erection and her face gradually grew more and more pink.

Suddenly a load cough erupted into the silence of the room rudely interrupting his reverie and Jenny's breasts wobbled and settled as he released them from the mauling captivity of his grip. 'She's all clear, Mam' he declared.

Madam Von Kleiner stared at him disdainfully and replied with sarcasm dripping from her voice. 'Noble, if your brains were gunpowder you wouldn't have enough to blow the wax out of your ears. There are at least ten places you haven't checked.

Stunned he turned to stare at the nearly naked blonde. How could there be ten places. Alright if you were being pedantic there were a couple of obvious ones but did she really expect her house to be invaded by a blonde with a gun stuck up her pussy. 'Bloucher. Show the idiot how to do it properly'.

Jenny watched warily as the thick set hard faced woman approached to stand in front of her. For a fleeting second they stared into each others eyes as if to say, one professional to another, 'Amateurs Eh' but the moment passed and Bloucher began Jenny's second search.

'One and two' she announced to the watching guards as she plucked the earrings from Jenny's lobes. 'Big enough to hide a lock pick, small blade, screw driver head that could be attached to another item to form a larger tool.

'Three and four'. She stooped and lifting first Jenny's left foot and then her right removing her strapless silver heals. Bloucher examined each minutely before exerting her strength and snapping off each heal. 'Again big enough to hide any number of tools even a small radio transmitter or plastic explosive and detonators.

'Five'. She examined the small necklace at Jenny's throat, fingering the chain and staring at the unusual design. She made to snatch it roughly but Jenny looked at her imploringly and said 'Please. It's...sentimental'.

Bloucher stopped and stared at Jenny while fingering the necklace. She couldn't see or feel anything untoward so nodded relenting.

'Six'. Taking a biro in her right hand she suddenly reached up and gripped Jenny's jaw squeezing until she was forced to open her mouth. The pen tapped each tooth meticulously. 'Possible false tooth containing suicide pill. We wouldn't want our guest signing herself off before we've had chance to interrogate her, would we?'

'Remove your underwear' Bloucher ordered Jenny while smirking at her.

'Damn her' thought Jenny. It was bad enough to be forcibly stripped but Bloucher obviously understood the extra psychological effect of being forced to strip herself in front of all the staring lustful eyes.

With no other option she slowly lowered the gold thong to her ankles and stepped out handing it over then covered her naked hairless mound with her hands.

'Seven. This simple garment could easily hide a garrotting wire or a radio transmitter aerial in the waist band'.

'Eight. I'm surprised you missed this one Noble. Get your hands back up girl' she snarled. Jenny hesitated. 'Barnes. Shoot her in the foot if she hasn't moved in two seconds'. Jenny quickly raised her hands as the men all stared entranced as her pussy was revealed. Bloucher stepped forward and none to gently kicked Jenny's legs apart and cupped her mons. Jenny stared at her stonily as a finger slowly wormed it's way inside her lifting up and up going deeper and deeper inside her until she was hauled up on tiptoe. With a smirk Bloucher maddeningly wiggled her finger about then dragged the moist digit back out and stepped to Jenny's side.

'Nine' Bloucher announced loudly then whispered 'Think of England Dear' in Jenny's ear as the same finger slipped between her butt cheeks. With a quick intake of breath Jenny felt the slippery finger forge upward and spear her anus. A few thrusts and it was withdrawn. Jenny's face turned scarlet at the multiple intimate penetrations.

'Well Noble. What about ten then?' He looked at the shaken blonde but couldn't see any other orifice worth checking unless she had Semtex for earwax. He shook his head perplexed.

'Fucking amateurs' breathed Bloucher who again faced Jenny. She raised her hands and plucked the hair pin holding Jenny's blonde tresses so they cascaded down around her shoulders.

'Ten. Either the hairpin could be a stun grenade or tool of some design or the hair itself when stacked up like this into a chignon could be used to hide an implement. Next time Noble think with your head instead of your gonads if you want to continue in this organisation'.

Noble glared daggers at the naked blonde as if it was her fault that he'd been chastised.

Kleiner gazed at Jenny, now completely naked and shivering, and mused 'What are we going to do to with you, I wonder'.

'Give her to the guards' suggested Bloucher grinning nastily. The men all perked up suddenly paying more attention, licking their lips at the prospect.

Madam Kleiner appeared to think about it then shook her head. 'No this one could take them all on and spit them out I think'. The guards groaned quietly while Jenny stared at her with a slightly confused expression. She wasn't totally sure whether she'd just been insulted or complemented.

'I'll have to give it some thought. But rest assured my dear' she said to Jenny quietly 'What ever I decide it's going to be a lot more entertaining for us than it will be for you. Lock her up until the last guests have departed...' then adding ominously '...then we'll get started on her'.

Chapter Five.

After Mike had been dismissed so bruskly he'd dumped the drinks and retrieving his car keys driven quickly away from the party and back to the cottage. The mobile phone Jenny had left him lay on the living room table and he snatched it up trying to remember the procedure she had described to him. It took him nearly five minutes to go through the process entering codes at the right time to free the phone then dial the number she had made him memorise. Eventually he got through.

'Duty Officer' the soulless voice answered.

Mike told his story trying to emphasise the danger Jenny was in but the voice remained unmoved almost bored no matter how much he shouted.

'Are you in any immediate danger' the voice drawled as if reading from a script.

'No' Mike answered growing more and more impatient with the voice.

'Have you informed the Police.'

'No'.

'Good. Don’t. Don't worry, agents are trained to deal with this sort of situation' the monotone voice assured him. 'Under no circumstances are you to take any action yourself. Members of the public only get in the way. Steps will be initiated' and the line went dead.

Mike swore mightily and began impatiently pacing up and down the living room.

Kleiner and the others left the small room locking it after them leaving Jenny staring at the cold empty walls. It was all part of the psychology. Stripped naked and alone. Given time to allow her imagination to run riot conjuring up the worst violations and tortures her mind could concoct. The thought of 'we'll get started on her' forcing a sense of resignation which threatened to engulf her until she realised she'd frozen and mentally shook herself.

She might be nude and locked up but that didn't mean she was helpless and had to just sit and await her fate. Slowly she circled the room searched minutely making sure there was nothing in the room that could be used to help her escape then knelt down to study the doors lock. Just a normal lock she saw with the plate screwed in place. If she had any of the implements Bloucher had failed to find secreted about her person she might have been able to remove it but she didn't so she sat with her back against the wall her knees pulled up and her chin resting on her hands to do some hard thinking.

Feeling an itch on her neck she reached to scratch it when her fingers contacted the necklace Mike had given her and Bloucher, in a moment of weakness, had left with her. An idea suddenly entered her head and reaching back she unhooked the clasp and brought the charm round to study it. She stared at it then at the locking plate musing over her idea. If Mike had used hard enough metal it just might work. She knelt before the door again and taking the necklaces' charm opened it out and tried to fit the edge into the first screw head. Luckily it wasn't a Philips and the edge slipped in perfectly. She began to turn it. Five minutes later three of the screws lay on the floor but the fourth was proving difficult. She'd stripped the end off three sides of the charm. Preying she inserted the last edge and pressing hard tried to turn as slowly as she could. Suddenly the thread gave up it's grip and slowly started to turn. Thanking the God of Carpenters and Joiners Jenny freed the plate exposing the locks inner workings. It took only a few seconds to jigger the mechanism and the door clicked open.

She listened intently and hearing only distant music eased the door open. The corridor outside was empty of guards. Kleiner obviously thinking the naked woman had no way of escaping the locked room had been as remiss as Noble had been when he'd searched her. Slipping out she silently headed toward the rear of the House hoping to sneak out unnoticed.

It was then that Bloucher stepped out in front of her blocking her way.

'Going somewhere my dear' she asked smiling confidently at the naked blonde.

She had to act quickly. If she allowed Bloucher to shout a warning the guards would swarm around and she'd be back in the same boat again. But Jenny saw she didn't seem to be in any rush to summon help. She just stood there smiling nastily waiting for Jenny to react. Confident in her ability to take the agent herself.

'Good' thought Jenny. 'Her over confidence will be her downfall and she stepped forward quickly attacking as Suki had trained her to do.

The first strike was caught on a forearm that felt like timber then a follow up high kick deflected with minimal apparent effort. Jenny stepped back to reassess the situation. Bloucher stood still smiling, waiting and Jenny started to take stock of the woman in front of her.

Bloucher laughed 'you don't think I left you with that necklace out of some sort of sentiment did you?'.

Jenny blanched. She'd been fooled and now she'd fallen into their trap and given herself away. She looked at Bloucher anew, noted the broad shoulders, long arms, slim waist but it was her neck that surprised her. The black dress had hidden it but the slacks and t-shirt she now worn revealed a column of flesh and corded muscle that looked like it had been transplanted from a line-backer. 'The bloody woman's trained to a hair and fit' thought Jenny. She attacked again.

Her attempted punch slipped past Bloucher’s head as it twitched aside at the last second and the riposte slammed into Jenny's bicep numbing her arm. She retreated shaking the arm trying to restore some feeling as Bloucher advanced for the first time. A kick from the muscle woman thudded into Jenny's thigh making her gasp and leaving her hobbling. She was in trouble. The bloody woman was ten times better than her, faster, stronger and she was picking her off in tiny pieces enjoying drawing out the fight. Gradually diminishing Jenny's ability to fight back before ending it. A punch like a freight train stunned her other arm which hung down uselessly as Bloucher closed fast. Jenny swayed back looking to retreat before suddenly reversing and ducking under Bloucher’s grasping hands and slamming her head into the German woman’s face. She reeled back blood dripping from a cut lip.

Bloucher staggered wiping her hand over her mouth and looked down at the blood on her fingers. Snarling she attacked fast while Jenny desperately defended herself against the deadly chops and kicks. She never stood a chance as Bloucher's hits gradually stunned her muscles and nerves until she was standing defenceless waiting for the final strike. A hand gripped her by the throat as a punch thudded into her midriff forcing the air from her lungs. Bloucher grinned evilly as she pounded Jenny's stomach again and again revelling in torturing the young blonde. Finally tiring of the game she slowly raised a teak hard hand to deliver the coup de grace.

'BLOUCHER. NEIN'.

The death blow hung in the air for seconds as Bloucher wrestled between her desire to kill the blonde upstart and the order from Madam Kleiner. At last she turned the strike from a killing blow to one that stunned Jenny who dropped bonelessly to her knees practically unconscious. Then Bloucher seized two fistfuls of blonde hair and dragged her roughly back into the small room.

Kleiner gave Noble and Barnes orders to secure her as she lay insensible. They bent her legs double and using rough rope tied her ankles to her thighs and her wrists to her ankles. Jenny lay insensible and tied in the centre of the bare room as the light clicked off and the door slammed shut on her freedom leaving her alone again and in the dark.

Less than an hour later when all had gone quiet Kleiner, Bloucher and the guards returned. Jenny had recovered somewhat and stared at them apprehensively and also at the device the two men had carried in with them. A horrible premonition gripped her as she stared at it.

Kleiner reached down to Jenny and dragged her up until she knelt before her then began her interrogation knowing she could see the device and hoping just the thought of it's purpose would loosen the agents tongue.

'I want to know why you're here and how much you know of our current operation' she began.

Jenny stared back stonily her lips compressed.

A swinging slap to the face knocked her on to her side. 'Pick her up' ordered Kleiner 'and hold her'.

Barnes picked Jenny up and gathered her hair up into his fist held her head steady. Kleiner approached again and three more stinging slaps rang out until her cheek turned pink and burned.

'Well?'

Still Jenny stayed silent.

'Have it your own way my dear. O.K. Boys, hoist her up'.

Jenny tried to struggle but the ropes were too tight and the position she was tied in made it impossible to stop the men doing exactly what they wanted with her.

The device looked like half a barrel cut along the axis on a column about three feet high. Probably two feet long and a foot wide. At one end a small circular control sat with numbers going from one to ten but it was the other feature that made Jenny's blood run cold. From the centre of the barrel an eight inch column of stainless steel rose straight up. It looked about two inches in diameter at least the parts not covered with obscene ridges and bumps were. At the base of the column the metal spread to the front and back giving it three inch wings each slightly bent upward.

The two guards lifted Jenny up with one hand under each armpit and the other gripping each ankle and carried her forward. Jenny begged 'No, no, please not that'.

They men stopped with Jenny poised over the plastic column while Kleiner spoke again 'You know what I require. Now do you talk or...' she nodded toward the shiny metal stake.

Jenny switched her gaze between Kleiner and the steel column but said nothing more.

Kleiner said coldly 'Spike the bitch' and the men dropped Jenny down spearing her pussy right on the shiny pole. She threw her head back as they impaled her groaning piteously as her weight forced her down until nearly the entire column was embedded inside her. Each man then secured her ankles to hooks screwed in the side of the machine so she was trapped on the device.

Kleiner approached. 'I guarantee you will talk eventually. You may have been able to outlast the men but this machine will go on and on and on until you lose your mind. So tell me what I want to know now and make it easy on yourself'.

Jenny looked up at the German woman and played her last pitiful card 'Fuck you Kleiner, backup will be here soon. They know I'm here'.

Kleiner studied her. 'No my dear. If that was so they'd be here by now'.

Suddenly Jenny flinched and yelped as she felt a sudden sharp pain in her arm. She turned her head to see Bloucher withdrawing a hypodermic needle from her bicep. 'What the hells that you Teutonic twat' she screamed.

'Let me explain' said Kleiner 'for you and the readers. I'm sure you've heard of sensory deprivation that can be used to weaken a subjects' ability to resist interrogation, well this is almost exactly the opposite. Sensory overload. We could just use brutality and pain to break you down but it would take time and you could always lie. While the conscious mind is still intact you can always lie. But if the conscious is bypassed then you are incapable of lying and we will have only the truth. The injection was a sensory enhancer. Soon every nerve in your body will be hyper sensitised so a tap will feel like a punch, a stroke with a finger a full massage. But we can go one better than that'.

Kleiner stared into the blondes eyes then placed her hands on her naked white shoulders. Suddenly she pushed down and Jenny gasped as the final inch of the steel speared her womanhood then Kleiner reached down and clicked the dial to the first setting. Jenny gasped as the machine came to life and the metal pole began to vibrate gently. The purpose of the flange now became clear. The two wings pressed just far enough out and up to rest full square on Jenny's clit at the front and her anus at the rear. The whole metal device shuddered and pulsated sending shivers of pleasure through her most sensitive flesh.

'The drug will kick in soon and this gentle vibration will be ten times better. At least for the first few minutes because after half an hour the pleasure will turn to pain as you're stimulated more and more. Then we will turn the machine up and double the input, and then again and again until your nerves will be pouring signals into your brain faster than it can cope with and it will start to shut down your higher brain functions to protect itself. If necessary we will pump more of the drug into you and turn the machine up to full power until inevitably you reach that point when you will answer my questions without conscious thought, and without the ability to lie. Of course we have to time it right. It's just possible your mind might crack and the damage would be irreparable. Permanent'

Jenny, even after so short a time, was having trouble concentrating on Kleiner sneering words as the vibrations coursed through her loins. The column of steel inside her vibrated all the way up to it's tip and the flange was forced by her own weight against her pussy lips and clitoris. She could feel herself moistening already, the ropes holding her in place, unable to avoid the direct stimulation of her genitals.

The two women and the two guards watched her for a couple of minutes as she feebly tried to move her hips as much as she could to try to lessen the effect of the vibrating machine then smirking then trouped out. At the door Kleiner told Bloucher to check on her in half an hour.

Kleiner had been right. The drug soon began to have an insidious effect of Jenny's nervous system. The pleasant vibrating sensations that should have remained constant began to multiply as if the machine was gradually being turned up in intensity. Moisture began leaking down her thighs trickling down the sides of the machine. Jenny threw back her head and orgasmed hard. It had taken less than ten minutes. But where the flesh and blood of a male would have softened and relented the machine kept going, vibrating, stimulating.

One cunningly placed bulge on the pole rested right on her g spot. That soft membrane at the front of her love canal which was especially sensitive and was now receiving its very own direct massage. A second orgasm followed on from the first as again her bodies muscles clenched and locked.

The door to the small room opened right on time and Bloucher entered. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of female orgasm. On the machine Jenny was slumped her head down her hair sweat soaked and caked to her head and shoulders. She rocked slightly and moaned as yet another climax wracked her body.

Bloucher studied her then reached forward and lifted Jenny's head by the chin so their eyes met. 'Well?'

Jenny remained silent defiance still in her heavy lidded eyes.

Bloucher smiled and clicked the machine up two notches. The gentle hum turned into a buzz and Jenny gasped as the stimulation in her loins more than doubled. Bloucher watched her closely as her body jerked.

Another orgasm ripped through the blondes body and she shrieked in pain. Bloucher just smirked then running her finger over the scab on her lip snarled and clicked the machine up another two notches. The buzz became and angry whine. Jenny clenched her teeth. It was that or scream incoherently even more and she was determined not to give Bloucher the satisfaction.

The German woman laughed out loud and sauntered out closing the door leaving Jenny to her pain.

On the hour Kleiner herself returned. Jenny could hardly comprehend her words through the fuzziness of her brain as she again demanded answers but still she resisted. Clicking the dial another notch Jenny shuddered as the vibrations doubled to a painful throbbing Kleiner studied her. The door opened and Bloucher stuck her head round.

'Das Pferd ist am Telefon' she informed her.

Kleiner hesitated a few seconds then moved to leave. At the door she told Bloucher ominously 'Another half hour I think but let's speed it up. Send the guards too her as well.

Thirty minutes later Kleiner returned and studied the tableau before her. Jenny still sat atop the machine its sides and her thighs drenched with her juices the machines motor now at full power pounding her body. In addition Noble, who had been shamed by his failure earlier, was standing beside her. His knuckles white as he gripped and twisted Jenny's breasts squeezing with as much strength as he could adding pain from her tortured flesh to the effects of the vibrating engine between her thighs.

Kleiner watched for a minute as he worked on her noticing the blonde barely reacted now to each new painful act Noble perpetrated on her body. Finally she said 'Enough'. Noble released his hold and switched the machine off. White finger marks covered Jenny's abused breasts then the blood flowed back and they turned an angry red. The quiet in the room seemed shattering after the last hour and a half of shrieking buzzing. Jenny slumped nearly unconscious her mouth bone dry much of the liquid in her body having dripped from her pores as sweat or her loins as lubrication leaving her dehydrated as well as incoherent.

'Why are you here?' Kleiner demanded but Jenny remained silent. 'Answer me' Kleiner shouted.

Slowly the English agents head rose and her eyes opened a little to peer at Kleiner. Her lips moved but no sound emerged.

Kleiner nodded to Noble who fetched a bottle of water and dripped some of the liquid into Jenny's mouth.

In the distance a strange 'Nee Nah, Nee Nah' noise could be heard.

'Why are you here' Kleiner repeated slowly and loudly.

The 'Nee Nah Nee Nah' grew louder.

Jenny's mouth worked as if she was going to speak as the strange noise grew even more noticeable. Unable to resist anymore she started to speak but so softly no one could hear. Suddenly Bloucher burst into the room and shouted urgently 'There are two Police cars coming up the driveway'.

Kleiner swore and turned back to Jenny hesitating for a few seconds then sighed and stood tall. 'Take her into the garden and make a wish'.

Noble, Barnes and a third guard who had joined them, seemed to understand the cryptic command and untied Jenny from the machine releasing her wrists and ankles from the rope binding them and half carried her unresisting body from the small room and toward the rear of the house.

They dragged her through the Mansions back door, usually used for tradesmen, across the flagstones of the patio and down a gravel path heading towards an archway through a high hedge. The three men passed through the arch into a circular bower created by the hedging, Jenny's limp feet leaving a double line through the gravel of the path. In the centre of the hedge circle stood a Wishing Well.

While two of them sat her atop the Wells' four foot high wall and supported her there the third turned toward a small wooden garden shed. He unlocked the sheds door and stepped inside, his footsteps clumping on the wooden floor. Clangs and thumps followed as if he was moving some things about then a loud dragging noise came as if he was moving a heavy object. The man exited the shed and dragged his prize back toward the Well.

Noble took a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and clicked one metal cuff on to the handle of a large petrol driven motor mower and the other he snapped round Jenny's ankle. He and Barnes then grunting with it’s weight lifted the mower and balanced it on top of the Wells' wall.

'Make a wish Blondie' snarled Noble then pushed the mower over the edge. A sudden rush of adrenaline forced a semblance of alertness back into Jenny's groggy mind as she felt the sharp pull on her leg dragging her from the wall down into the dark interior of the well.

She desperately gripped the walls' edge, the weight pulling her down, but the hours she had spent tied up had robbed her arms of their strength. Realisation of the inevitable gripped her. 'Please God. No' was all she had time to gasp as her scrabbling hold on the brickwork slipped and she plummeted shrieking, dragged down by the weight of the mower, to disappears into the inky black watery depths, her last sight the leering faces of her executioners the last sound she heard their laughter ringing in her ears.

Chapter Six.

Two hours Mike had waited. Two hours of pacing, muttering, shouting, questioning and worrying before he cracked. 'Fuck you Mr. Duty Officer' he thought savagely as he again picked up the phone, this time dialling 999. The Police operator not used to serious crime in the sleepy village was aghast and excited to be told a burglary was in progress at the Manor House.

Having reported the spurious felony he leapt into his car and headed back to the house determined to storm the fortress and rescue Jenny. The details were a bit fuzzy as to how this could be accomplished but he was too full of fury and frustration to think about the finer points yet.

During the fifteen minute drive however he cooled down enough to realise a frontal assault probably wouldn't work so taking a left turn at the crossroads just before reaching the Manor he drove to the rear of the estate. A small wall didn't impede him as he entered the grounds and started towards the back of the house.

Making his way through some sparse trees Mike came upon a high hedge that curved away in both directions. Spying a small arched opening he entered into a great circle probably forty yards across created by the hedge. A gravel path circled the outside edge of the ring, at the centre stood an old picturesque Wishing Well.

He was perhaps five yards in when voices sounded approaching from the far side. Frantically he looked round for a hiding place and saw a small garden shed in one corner of the circle (work that one out). Silently he raced to it only to find a padlock on the door. The laughing voices grew louder. Desperately he dived behind the back of the shed. The voices entered the circle and moved toward the Well.

Mike decided to risk a quick look and peered round the edge of the shed and watched in horror the scene that played out before him. He felt like screaming as he watched helpless. He couldn't take three men on his own so he just had to wait as the madness unfolded.

It felt like a lifetime as he watched the men staring down into the Well. Eventually they tired of looking at nothing but the dark unbroken surface of the water and together turned and walked back toward the house. Mike raced to the well and looked in seeing only the same black unmoving surface of the water six feet below.

His thoughts raced. He couldn't dive in for fear of being heard and even if he did and found Jenny he probably wouldn't be able to swim with her to the surface with the weight still attached to her. He couldn't reach her to pull her to the surface. What the hell could he do.

He finally turned and raced to the shed were thankfully they hadn’t relocked it and the door still stood open. Inside he feverishly searched round quickly finding what he'd preyed would be there and turned to race back to the Well. Just as he was about to leave he spotted a hacksaw on a bench and snatched it up jamming it in his pocket.

Back at the Well he climbed over the low wall and lowered himself down until his arms were extended to their full length and his feet and shins were submerged then released his grip and as quietly as he could slid down the wall and into the freezing water.

In the cold, wet darkness Jenny's hands despairingly reached out trying desperately to reach the walls but she had sunk down into the centre of the Well and her questing fingers could find only water. Her arms whirled frantically but she couldn't swim upward as the weight dragged her inexorably downward. Her chest burned as the oxygen in her system was used up by her exertions. Bubbles escaped from her mouth as the cold seeped into her bones. She was going to die here, unseen and alone, in the freezing midnight blackness.

Her movements slowed as her energy slipped away. Suddenly something gripped her neck. In her desperately confused state the thought that she wasn’t in fact alone in the well gripped her and her mind conjured up a great green scaly sea beast rising from the depths to seize it's prey and she renewed her struggles.

Suddenly a tentacle was pressed to her mouth. She compressed her lips determined to resist, lashing out, raking her finger nails down it's scaly hide but the lack of air seized her again and the blackness began to seep into her mind. Consciousness began to slip away from her again and her mouth relaxed as the tentacle forced it's way inside. Her bodies automatic reflexes took over and her teeth clamped down on the hard probing thing entering her mouth and her lips clamped round it stopping the water rushing in. Again her mind slipped away and she automatically prepared to take a last deep breath which would be only dark brackish water and the drowning would begin.

Mike gripped jenny's head to stop himself rising back to the surface. He'd clamped his hands to her holding her thrashing head still as he tried to force the end of the Garden Hosepipe he'd found in the shed between her lips. She'd resisted him and taken skin from his cheek with her nails but he'd persisted and having forced the pipe between her lips clamped his hand over her lower face and pinched her nose shut.

The oxygen was finally exhausted from Jenny's body and she could no longer deny her lungs screaming need for air. The desire to breath was to overwhelming and she took a huge inhalation. Mike felt her body relax into semi-consciousness and then the expansion of her chest at the massive intake of air through the pipe.

He waited holding his own breath looking up half expecting a sudden disturbance in the water as the hose was discovered above. Jenny quickly regained awareness and realised she was breathing cold life giving air. She felt the hands holding her and feebly raised her hand up to her face. Mike realised she was moving and releasing the back of her head gripped her hand and moved it to him. He relaxed his face and placed her hand on it hoping she would recognise him. Her hand moved over his features then round to his ear. She tweaked his earlobe and it was all he could do to not break out in a smile.

His own need for oxygen was making itself evident as his chest tightened and began to burn. He gripped the hose and waggled it. Jenny jerked as it she felt the pipe being removed and frantically gripped it harder with her teeth then realised that he needed to breath and taking one long breath released it. Mike pinched it closed to stop the water rushing in and fed it into his own mouth.

After twenty seconds during which he tried to hyperventilate himself as much as he could he transferred the pipe back to jenny's mouth then dragged the hack saw from his pocket. He raised her hand so she could feel the saw and realise what he was about to do then fighting his natural buoyancy pulled himself down her body until he could grip the handcuff holding her to the mower. He knew the cuffs would be made of high grade carbon steel and would blunt the saw before it could make a dent in the metal but the mower handle was a different matter. It was only mild steel and the teeth of the blade soon began to make there way through.

Five times he had to return to take the hose from Jenny and refill his lungs. Eventually the saw completed cutting through the mower's handle and he freed her from its dragging weight. Gradually they ascended through the blackness and broke the surface where he quickly indicated she should stay quiet. She took a huge raking intake of air into her lungs holding on to him her body trembling from the shock and the crippling cold of the water. No heads were looking over the Well's wall waiting to gun them down. They stared up only at the little thatched covering and the stars sparkling in the clear sky.

Mike and Jenny floated in the freezing black water looking up at the six feet between them and freedom at the top of the Wells wall. They couldn't stay were they were too long. They might be able to breath but either the cold would kill them or Kleiner’s men would if they were forced to shout for help. Hell they might come to get their mower back.

Suddenly Mikes hand felt a brick standing proud from the wall and he realised there was a line of them leading upwards. The Wells original builder had had the sense to put a line of bricks poking out from the Wells wall to allow the workers who dug the deep Well to climb in and out of the hole or to aid someone to escape who might inadvertently have fallen into the well. All very well if you knew they were there but useless otherwise. Luckily Mike's hand had fallen on the brick at surface level.

He placed Jenny's hand on the brick and releasing her began to climb upward. Slowly he poked his head above the parapet expecting to see an alert guard with gun drawn coming to check on the well but thankfully the area was clear. He returned to the water and wrapped the hosepipe around Jenny's chest and tied it in a knot then climbed back up and disappeared over the wall. Grabbing the hose he began to pull upward. Jenny felt the plastic tighten about her and feebly tried to take some of the weight and climb up the extended bricks. Eventually she reached the top and Mike pulled her trembling naked body over until they both crouched behind the Well away from the house. His car was parked nearly half a mile away. Scooping her up into his strong arms he silently began carrying her naked and freezing body, her hands and feet a shade of blue her soaked hair plastered to her back. If it had been in the light anyone could have tracked them as they left a trail of dripping water behind then.

The cars heater was on full as Mike drove them back to his cottage. Jenny sat curled up on the passenger seat silent, shocked and quivering, her lips and fingers icy blue. She needed warmth, fast, so he carried her from the car straight into the Forge were the fire, now low, still gave off a little heat. He stood her near the now orange glowing embers and reached to flick the switch on the electric motor that had taken the place of the old bellows which fed air to the base of the fire. The orange glow quickly became a fiery red then an angry white as the motor on full breathed life into the black coke.

Together they stood hugging each other, the tall blacksmith in his soaking dinner jacket and the naked blonde, as the heat in the forge grew and permeated their wet bodies. Neither uttered a word for ten minutes as the warmth enveloped their shivering bodies and chased away the chill from their bones. Eventually Mike made a move to release her and switch off the compressor but she gripped him hard clasping him to her refusing to be parted. As one they shuffled to the switch and then gathering her in his arms again he carried her out of the forge and across to the cottage.

Mike managed with some difficulty to get them up the stairs and into the bedroom. Jenny was mostly dry now but her hair was still damp so he used one of the large fluffy white towels to dry her hair then rubbed her body until pinkness returned to her extremities and the trembling mostly stopped.

Jenny remained silent throughout simple staring at him when suddenly, slowly, she reached a small hand up and stroked his injured cheek.

'Cream' she breathed in a small timid child-like voice.

'What?'

She pointed to her bag on the dresser. 'Cream'.

He fetched the bag and rummaged through it until he found what looked to be a tube of toothpaste but in plane white. 'This?' he asked.

Jenny nodded and he passed it to her but she could only sob as it dropped from her numb trembling fingers.

He retrieved the tube. 'What's it for?'

She again stroked his face so squeezing some onto his finger he applied it to his cheek. He was amazed at the effect as he felt the sting from the bloody furrows were she had scrapped the skin from his face in the Well slowly disappear as the cream numbed his flesh.

He treated all the scrapes on his face then turned to her. He'd been so intent on getting her warm that he hadn't noticed her injuries. Now he looked and he felt the anger begin to grow in him again. He'd no idea what they'd done to her but her vaginal area was blood red and looked raw and abused. Her breasts had also taken punishment. Blue bruises and the marks of finger nails covered her spherical mounds. He lay her back on the bed and as gently as he could applied the cream to her loins. She jerked at the first touch but soon sighed as the cream took effect as it relieved her of the torment she'd been feeling. Once he'd done her groin he moved to her breasts and as gently as he could smeared both her mounds with the healing balm.

Eventually Jenny seemed free of pain, physical pain at least, as she lay on the bed staring upward. Mike quietly made to leave the bedroom but again she reached out and gripped his sleeve silently begging him not to leave her alone. He looked down at the small frightened girl and silently nodded understanding. Stripping off his own jacket and trousers he climbed onto the bed beside her, pulled the duvet over them and clasped her trembling body to him. Together they lay until her breathing quieted and her body stilled and she quietly slept in his strong protective embrace.

He held her for more than a hour before gently extricated himself and padding downstairs to report the events of the evening to the Service Duty Officer.

Chapter Seven.

A few days later Jenny sat in front of the desk of Commander Holt head of MI5 and her boss. He'd finished reading her report occasionally asking a question when something wasn't clear which she answered in a quiet timid voice until at last he closed the folder placed it on his desk and looked at the young woman.

'It would seem we are no farther forward. You were discovered before the intensions of this woman could be revealed and no doubt now they will be even more on their guard if they already haven't moved on'.

Jenny nodded silently not meeting his gaze. Her hands fidgeted in her lap as if she was nervous.

Holt 'Hummph'ed' and told her she could go for now.

'There's something else Sir' she said and slowly pushed a white envelope across the desk towards him.

He opened it and extracted the single sheet of white paper inside.

It said simply

Sir,

It is with regret that I must tender my resignation from the Service,

effective immediately.

Signed

Jenny Richards.

Part Two - Phoenix Rising

Chapter Eight.

Holt cursed himself silently as he stared at the letter of resignation. The signs had been there. The Doctors report had indicated severe mental trauma but in his usual blunt no nonsense ex-sailors way he'd dismissed their warning. He'd once told a rating under his command to 'pull himself together and get on with the job' even though he'd obviously suffered a broken arm. He wasn't the sort to molly coddle his crew and usually thought there wasn't a problem that couldn't be solved if you could shout at it loud enough. But on this occasion it was plain, even to him, that a different approach was required. The woman across the desk was clearly on the edge of hysteria and he had to do something if he was going to keep one of his best agents.

Suddenly he stopped, taken aback by what he'd just thought. The idea that she was one of his best agents would never have crossed his mind normally. She was just a blonde, busty, not too bright young woman. But now... 'By George' he exclaimed to himself 'she really is one of the best'.

In all the missions he'd sent her on she had succeeded. She'd solved the mystery and caught the bad guys although there'd always been a price to pay. She had come within a hairs breath of being killed in a knife fight, been drugged close to madness, forced to perform many distasteful and disgusting acts, been sexually molested on numerous occasions, beaten bloody in Japan and now this latest episode. He couldn't imagine what it had been like to be trapped in the watery darkness of the Well, fighting, despairing, knowing certain lonely death was only seconds away. Strong, experienced male agents had broken under less pressure and he could only imagine the nightmares suffered by this slender young woman.

There was only one black mark on her list of successes and now that mark had come back to haunt her. Kleiner and Bloucher had escaped when she'd infiltrated their Clinic and on their next meeting they'd taken their revenge. Now her confidence was shattered, her spirit broken and it was up to him to find a way to repair her or she'd be lost to him and the Service.

Her success, he'd always thought in the past, had been largely down to her being consistently underestimated. He'd probably fallen into the same trap he had to grudgingly admitted to himself. He, and they, saw only the long blonde hair, elfin face, big doe eyes and her amazing physical attributes but just think if he could find a way to add all the skills and hardness of mind and intellect of a proper agent to her natural abilities and advantages. She could be, not one of the good agents, but one of the great ones.

The situation called for drastic measures which he was prepared to take but the first step had to be to convince her to at least try.

Rising he came round the desk and gently drew the blonde from her chair to stand facing him.

'You've had a bad time haven't you Agent Richards' he began 'and now you want to run away and hide.' He stared down into her big frightened eyes. 'Well I'm not going to let you take the easy way out d'you hear.'

She looked up at him, her lip trembling and with her voice close to breaking said 'No, I can't Sir. I don't want to leave but I can't take it any more'.

He raised his voice 'Not good enough Agent Richards. I don't employ quitters and you're not going to give up without a fight.' Gripping her shoulders he shook her. 'Now go back to your desk and get on with your job'.

Tears welled in her eyes and her voice became even more frantic. 'No...I can't Sir. Don't make me, Please don't make me'.

His voice rose until he was shouting 'Do as you're told Richards. What do you think this is some kind of kindergarten. You think you're the first to be hurt. You think others crawled back from a difficult job and threw in the towel. You're insulting them all with your snivelling. Now get out of my sight'.

The words were like a slap in the face. The calculated cruelty was enough and the flood gates opened as she burst into wracking sobs. Gruffly he clasped her to his chest and let the tears flow. For the next few minutes he held her trembling body gently stoking her back as the tension in her flowed out until she could cry no more.

He gave her his handkerchief to wipe her eyes and then tenderly led her to the office sofa and together they sat down.

Returning to his more business like tone he said 'Right now that's out of the way we can start preparing you to get back into the game.'.

She stared at him the fear returning to her red rimmed eyes.

'Don't worry Agent Richards we won't be sending you back out without your agreement. Now, how would it be if I could find a way to return your confidence and greatly improve your skills. How about if I could take away the fear and give you all the knowledge and expertise you've always wanted. How about if I could make you a proper agent.'

Uncertainly Jenny answered 'I don't know Sir. Can you do that?'

'Well let's not jump the gun. I'll call the Professor and we'll see if you're a suitable candidate. I just want to know that you will agree to let us try. I need to know if you want to stay as an agent. If at the end you still want to leave then so be it. I guarantee we won't make you do anything you don't absolutely want to do'.

She stared at him for some seconds then nodded and replied slowly 'I suppose I could give it a try Sir.'

Within minutes of being summoned Professor Q entered the office. He greeted Holt and Jenny then drew out a hypodermic syringe. Jenny winced as he inserted the needle in her arm and took a tiny amount of blood which he fed into a small device. He studied the read out and a minute later nodded an affirmative to Holt.

'Take Agent Richards and explain the process to her would you Professor' said Holt 'let me know if you have any problems.'

Professor Q offered his arm. Jenny linked hers through his and accompanied him down to the buildings basement were he was usually to be found experimenting and testing all the devices he produced for the service agents to use. Ushering her into his small glass cubical they sat down and he began to tell her all about his latest invention.

Chapter Nine.

Jenny closed her eyes and waited. The bed below her felt soft and warm and she could feel only a slight tingle from the electrical contacts stuck to her temples. Leads ran from them to a small machine no bigger than an I-Pod that rested on a table beside the bed. Slowly a feeling grew in her head as if someone was talking to her very fast, too fast to comprehend. The French language feed took nearly two hours to download into her brain and then she slept.

The Professor detached the contact pads and looked down on the peacefully sleeping face. 'Hope this works' he thought and adjusted the blankets so she was covered up. The feed of the contents of the high density disc had been fed straight into Jenny's frontal cortex and now it was up to her brain to order and store all the information while she slept. In the morning they would find out if she really was suitable for the Mind Dump process that he'd invented. 'Helps that her brain is ninety percent unused' he smiled and then chided himself for the uncharitable thought.

He was really very proud of his new invention. If it could be perfected it would help the Service greatly. Agents could learn skills in hours that otherwise might have taken months. Take the French disc. If it worked then when Jenny awoke she should be fluent in reading, writing and speaking the language. In experiments it had helped if the subject used the newly acquired knowledge straight away to force the brain to cement the chemical memory bonds.

The following morning Jenny awoke refreshed. She rose, took a shower in the connecting bathroom then dressed and headed to the canteen for breakfast and to meet Alain Delon, a fellow agent who happened to be French and had provided the Mind Dump in the first place.

As she approached he rose from his seat to greet her saying 'Bonjour Jenny. Sont vous affamé?'

Without even thinking she replied 'Oui. Je pourrais manger un cheval'.

Alain laughed and said 'I don't think they'll let you eat a horse here, only pig and chicken. Would bacon and eggs be OK?'

Breakfast and the rest on the morning passed easily as Jenny and Alain conversed in French both proving she was a suitable subject for the process and that it had worked and she now spoke fluent French. After lunch she reported back to Professor Q who smiled broadly at hearing the news.

'Jolly good' he exclaimed 'now we can get on with more Mind Dumps including some of the more difficult ones'.

Jenny was intrigued. More difficult. She asked the Professor why some where different to others.

'It depends on the skill being transferred' he told her. 'Things like French and other languages are completely cerebral in nature but some skills require more than just the brain to work. The most obvious one is fighting skills. It's not enough to know the moves, the muscles are involved as well so they have to be taught how to respond. It would be like me telling you how to lift a great weight but you not having the power to actually lift that amount. We are going to try one today. The next disc is a Mind Dump taken from Suki. We are hoping it will instil not only her fighting skills in your brain but her will to win and that bloody minded attitude of hers, and also, frankly, her down right vicious streak'.

Jenny readied herself once more and got into the bed. The Professor attached the electrodes and when she was ready switched on the machine and left her to absorb the lesson. To Jenny it felt a little different to the French lesson. She could feel her arms and legs trying to move, trying to replicate the moves Suki must have made when she recorded the disc. As before she dropped off to sleep as soon as the feed finished and dreamed of fighting off countless unseen opponents.

The next morning Jenny, in her white Judo suit, entered the gymnasium where Suki awaited her. For the first fifteen minutes it felt like she was a puppet and her arms and legs were on long lengths of string being pulled and moved by someone else. Suki threw her all over the mat. Time and again she tried to counter the moves only for her limbs to resist her commands. Slowly though, she began to come to terms with the strange feeling and let her unconscious brain take over trying not to think to hard. Suddenly Suki found herself flying through the air as Jenny turned the tables on her and countered a throw.

Suki looked up at her from the mat and smiled. Maybe this could work. She sprang up and they began circling again.

'Prepare yourself Agent Richards. Full combat mode this time' warned Suki now serious. This meant almost no holds barred fighting. Holt wouldn't be to pleased if they injured each other but heavy bruises in this form were common.

They stalked each other, guarding vulnerable spots, watching, waiting not wanting to over commit and leave themselves vulnerable to a swift riposte. Suki leapt high and swung a vicious foot at head height. Jenny ducked as the foot whistled past her head. Suki landed and immediately moved forward. Recovering slowly Jenny grunted as a bone hard fist thudded into her chest right over her heart. She slowly sagged to her knees clutching herself, gasping for breath. Suki stepped back and waited. Jenny rose slowly and took up her stance again only to collect a flurry of kicks, chops and jabs that dropped her to the deck once more.

Suki looked down sadly. She might have picked up some of the skills but the attitude had evaded her. They'd failed to instil the mindset required to ignore pain and injury to keep on pressing to win a fight even from a hopeless situation or against an opponent who was obviously superior.

Once Jenny had recovered Suki cancelled the full combat mode but finished the lesson making sure the skills she'd put on the disc became second nature to Jenny then sent her back to the Professor.

The next feed was code breaking and Jenny lay on the bed as this was fed into her brain. She still had lock picking, shooting, archery, German, Russian and scuba diving to come over the next week.

During one of the lessons as Jenny lay unaware of the outside world Suki came to see the Professor to report on their plan to boost Jenny's fighting skills and also her confidence.

'It didn't work Professor. She didn't respond when she was defeated. She should have blocked out the pain and fought all the harder but she just quit. She didn't have it in her to overcome adversity'.

'Well I don't think there's anything else I can do with the machine at that level'.

'Couldn't we try again. I could try and re-do the disc but concentrating even ...what do you mean 'at that level?'

'The mind dump has three levels of intensity but the second level hasn't been tested on people and the third level is...well it's completely out of the question'.

'Look Professor unless we do something drastic we're going to lose her. It's our last chance. If we can't build her confidence back up she'll just quit again and be of no use to the Service or herself.'

'Well alright then. I'll give you the headset set to level two and you can arrange for another contest but this time it'll need to be as close to the real thing as you can get it.'

Suki smiled. 'I know just the person. Thanks Prof.'

Four days after Suki's meeting with the Professor and after she had completed all the other Mind Dump discs Jenny lay once more on the bed with the electrodes connected. Professor Q crossed his fingers and switched on the latest recording.

This time the usual tingling feeling of data being fed into her brain was only the start. Jenny initially felt another presence as if she wasn't alone in her own head but she was shocked when she realised it was the other way round. It was her who was inside Suki's head and she was looking out of Suki's eyes. She felt like she was part of Suki's memories. She felt as if she was squatting in someone else’s brain. On the inside but also the outside.

Suki/Jenny walked from the locker room out to the Judo mat to meet her opponent. Mr. Castleton stood on the far side of the Dojo waiting. Tall, well muscled without being over developed he was fast, hard and highly skilled. Just the right opponent for Suki. Four other men stood one on each side of the mat, not as more opponents, but as a safety measure. A very necessary safety measure.

Both fighters were wearing armour. Light Kevlar pads on forearms, shins and torso, padded head guards and a flexible throat protector. In addition Mr. Castleton wore a box protecting his genitals. None of the armour restricted their movements or would lessen the pain of blows but it would save them from serious injury and broken bones. Suki also had electrodes fixed to her temples and a small radio transmitter sewn into the head guard to send the brainwave signals to the Mind Dump recording machine.

Suddenly blackness engulfed Jenny. Confused until she realised Suki had only closed her eyes she waited patiently. After half a minute a small noise began to creep into her consciousness. Slowly it grew until she realised it was a child’s crying and gradually the darkness gave way to a small dark haired Japanese girl sitting on a garden lawn. Aged about three she held out a tiny hand, on one finger a bead of blood pricked on the thorn of a nearby rose bush. She sobbed wretchedly as if the cares of the world rested on her tiny shoulders.

Slowly the child coalesced into a scrawny girl of about eight fighting back the anger and tears from the taunts of her fellow class mates. Frustration filled her at her inability to hit back with a cutting remark that only occurred to her well after the other children had left. Images crowded in one after another. Childish things gave way to more adult horrors. A child running from a nuclear explosion it's skin hanging off, broken and bloodied bodies littering the landscape from a road side bomb, innocents sacrificed for a religious cause by fanatics too cowardly to even show their faces.

Anger and frustration built to a crescendo within her when suddenly like a light switch being thrown Suki turned the overwhelming feelings away from white hot blinding uncontrolled berserker rage into an ice-cold fixed determination. Her eyes snapped open to stare at her opponent and all that remained was the diamond hard desire to utterly destroy him.

Mr. Castleton met the onslaught with speed and skill. He was easily as good as Suki, better when his extra strength, reach and weight were counted but he was fighting for points, she was fighting as if her life depended on it. The moves were right from the top bracket of the martial arts manual and a few that weren't even recorded as they moved gracefully around the mat. Speed of eye and reaction weren't enough at this level. If a move wasn't anticipated the counter was already to late and he soon became grateful for the padding he wore. Time and again Suki's blows landed only for the light Kevlar to save shattered bone, pulverised muscle or shredded nerve. His strikes found the target occasionally but seemed to have no effect as Suki's mental concentration completely blocked out any pain she felt.

The fight couldn't last. Sooner or later one of them would make the tiniest miscalculation and that was all that would be needed. He made it. A vicious punch missed by millimetres and the recovery was a fraction slow and off balance. Suki struck. A lightning foot strike to the knee staggered him gasping and a blow to the temple, which would have knocked him cold but for the head guard, dropped him flat on his back, dazed.

Suki leapt to straddle his chest trapping both his arms. Her mind bent only on one thing she scrabbled desperately at the neck guard protecting his throat. Ripping it free she raised her fist high the middle knuckle extended and the killing blow descended.

A flying white body thudded into her knocking her sideways then lay across her deadweight neither trying to fight her or escape. She struggled to shift the body holding her down as two others joined in and pinned her down.

On the bed Jenny fought against the invisible weights frantic to get at the fallen opponent then slowly began to relax and eventually to lie quietly.

Suki lay on the mat silent save for the sound of her heavy breathing. 'Thank you Gentlemen. Please see to Mr. Castleton's welfare now'. The man nearest her head stared at her making absolutely sure she had returned to awareness and wasn't just fooling them into releasing her to continue her murderous attack then nodded and rose along with his colleagues.

Suki slowly reached up and switched off the Mind Dump recording.

Jenny lay quietly on the bed her breathing returning to normal as she neared the point of sleep. The coldly vicious but controlled feelings Suki had forced on herself had been absorbed into her brain and only time would tell if the experiment would work.

Suddenly the lights flicked on again in Jenny's head and this time she found herself looking straight at Suki's broadly smiling slant eyed face. She wondered who she was this time then realised she was still in Suki's mind and she was looking into a mirror. The aggressive feelings were gone now replaced by something wholly more playful. Suki winked at her own image then slowly turned.

They were in the ladies locker room and her gaze fell on the form of Clara Felsham a cute brunette from the research department. She had just returned from the showers and was using a towel to dry her wet naked body. She knew Suki was there and glanced over her shoulder coquettishly. Suki walked slowly toward her while in the Professors basement workroom Jenny felt the lustful feelings in Suki, and herself, begin to rise.

Standing behind her the slim, dark haired Japanese girl took the towel from Clara and began to gently dry her back. Clara shivered as the knowing fingers softly stroked her skin. The towel was quickly discarded and soon both women were locked in an erotic embrace their lips smacking, sucking together, French kissing, tongues duelling. Suki allowed the brunette to strip her of her few clothes and together they sank to the floor.

Jenny's breathing began to quicken, her body began to writhe as she felt the intrusion of none-existent fingers forcing there way inside her. The hot erotic stimulation grew as Clara caressed Suki's tender flesh, tweaked her perky tits and fondled her buttocks. On the bed Jenny felt the tweaks on her large rubbery nipples which flushed darker and grew. She also felt the fingers gripping her plump butt cheeks, kneading, squeezing, moulding her. In the locker room the two naked women turned about and as one sank their tongues deeply into the others moist and ready pussies. Jenny jerked as the invisible tongue enter her, probing, searching. Penetrating her again and again.

The two women attacked the others flesh alternately probing and licking inside then savagely withdrawing to ravage the protruding erect clitoris. Jenny groaned and writhed about the bed. Her own clit bulged under the invisible assault as her hips rose upward seeking out the attacking mouth. Begging for more and more stimulation.

Professor Q looked up from his desk hearing the unusual sounds and noticed the change in the blonde under his care. None of the volunteers in the past had reacted like this and he started to become concerned.

Wet saliva covered pussies became even wetter with juices as both girls drove the other toward the ultimate release and Jenny mirrored their passion on the bed now groaning as her own body rose toward climax.

Shockingly the feelings stopped cold. Above her Professor Q held the electrodes he'd wrenched from her temples because he'd become so concerned for her health. Jenny gasped out loud. The machine had poured liquid sex straight into her frontal cortex until her body had been convinced she was on the verge of fulfilment and then it had been snatched cruelly away.

'Jenny, are you alright' the Professor demanded 'you were acting very strangely.'

She stared up at him with eyes confused and still full of an erotic haze. Her brain and body still screaming for release she reached up and grabbed him pulling him over her onto the bed and onto his back. Rolling she threw her leg over him until she straddled his hips then leant down and kissed him savagely thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

The professor was trapped. She ravaged his lips with hers while her hands scrabbled at his belt feverishly trying to undo his trousers. Eventually she succeeded in dragging them down to free his penis then gripping it in her tiny hand began pumping him vigorously.

'Jenny stop, please, you don't know what you're doing' but she either ignored him or more likely didn't even hear him as she continued working his flesh to erection.

When he was fully hard she simply moved up slightly and plunged her wet and excited pussy down impaling herself on him and began to piston up and down vigorously. She was close already and he wasn't going to last long. She used him as if he was a plastic toy pounding herself up and down plunging him inside her without any regard to what he wanted.

Within a minute he felt her body start to tremble and her muscles clench then throwing her head back she screamed out loud as she climaxed. Her internal muscles gripped him so hard it was enough to bring him to the peak. Crashing over they orgasmed together.

Jenny slowly collapsed on top of him as her body relaxed. Gently he pushed her sideways until she lay with her left arm over his chest, her left legs over his legs and her head resting in the crook of his shoulder. Her breathing grew more regular and within minutes she had fallen into a deep and dreamless sleep.

He, on the other hand, lay staring, wide eyed, up at the ceiling while the young blonde slept. She'd used him like a toy without a thought for his feelings, wants or needs. It might have been his greatest dream come true to make love to the most beautiful blonde he'd ever seen but still he'd have preferred it if she'd been there and had done it with at least some feeling. But in the end no matter which way you looked at it there was only one conclusion to be drawn.

The simple inescapable fact was that he had just been raped by Jenny Richards.

Chapter Ten.

Jenny was grateful the Professor wasn't there when she woke the following morning. The situation would be quite awkward the next time they met but that could wait. Now she had an appointment with Suki and for some reason she felt quite keen to meet her.

Dressed in her white linen Judo suit she left the locker room to find Suki waiting on the mat. Jenny stopped opposite her then after a few seconds they both bowed to each other, showing respect to their opponent, and started the session. It began as before. Jenny's limbs felt awkward and uncoordinated as they fought but the situation gradually improved until both girls could hold their own against the other and neither seemed to be the better.

Suki had been nervously waiting for this moment. The next few minutes would prove to be the turning point. Either Jenny would crumble and her career as an agent would be over or she would respond positively and fight back from the depths of despair she had found herself in. Suki was also nervous because of the danger. The danger to Jenny and her mental state was obvious but there was also the danger to herself. If Jenny responded how she hoped Suki could find herself on the receiving end of a deadly attack from her blonde opponent that she might not be able to deflect. Mr. Castleton had laughed derisively when she had suggested the four other agents were present to protect him but she'd been proved right because without them, in her cold eyed lethal state, she would have killed him.

Suki took a deep breath and as the two women joined once more her hand flashed out and with the sound of a pistol crack slapped Jenny across the face knocking her down to the mat.

Jenny, her hand to her burning cheek, looked up at Suki with an expression not unlike that of someone who had just been bitten by a favourite cat. A cat who had, with good nature, stood teasing for many a year but had suddenly snapped and turned on it's mistress.

Suki stood back then suddenly threw back her head and laughed derisively out loud.

Jenny rose, her face red from the blow but also with anger growing within her to advance once more to continue the fight. Suki moved to grip Jenny's linen coat but at the last second drew back her hand and swung a vicious punch that thudded into Jenny's ribs again knocking the wind from her and dropping her to the mat.

Laughter rang once more in Jenny's ears as she massaged her side anger fermenting and growing within her. Suddenly her head snapped up and she stared at Suki with black shining eyes. She flew up from the mat and attacked fast. Suki backed quickly desperately defending herself from chops, kicks and punches. Time and again she gasped as she only just deflected blows that would have done her serious damage. Jenny seemed not to feel the odd strike she got in as if her blows were insignificant to her as she pressed ever forward. The fight couldn't last long at the frantic pace they kept up and soon both of them, in spite of their superb fitness, were breathing hard and slowing down.

Suki had weathered the initial whirlwind attack from Jenny and, as the two slowed down and fatigue sapped the power from both their muscles, it became obvious that neither could defeat the other. Jenny broke off her attack quite suddenly and backed away to stand about three yards from Suki. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed hard. Gradually the killing blackness dissolved from her eyes, her shoulders slumped and her body relaxed.

Suki watched her carefully her own breathing slowly returning to something like normal. Then Jenny slowly bowed to her. Suki relaxed and reciprocated then stepped forward smiling to embrace her also smiling friend. The experiment had worked. Jenny had been transformed from a beaten cowed frightened girl into a confident fighting machine, a match for even the best.

Suki threw her arms around Jenny then gasped as the wind whooshed from her lungs. The vicious punch took her right in the solar plexus and she dropped silently, stunned, to her knees. She didn't even see the stiff edged hand that chopped into her neck sending her into black oblivion.

Jenny stood over the slim Japanese girl a smile of grim satisfaction on her face. Nobody was going to slap her again and get away with it. She felt empowered, confident, bold, almost immortal all at the same time.

Slowly she looked around the gym until her gaze came to rest on a vaulting horse.

In the ladies changing room Jenny dried herself after her shower, took a sports bag from her locker and opened it. As if enacting some sort of ritual she withdrew a pair of plain black cotton panties from the bag, slowly drew them up her long legs and settled them around her hips. Next followed a black bra, plain as well with no lacy trimming. Like women the world over she wrapped it round her with the cups at the back and clipped the clasp together. Swinging the bra round until the cups were at the front she placed her arms through the shoulder straps and drew it up her body settling her abundant charms until they snuggled comfortably in the grip of the cotton. A black cotton long sleeved shirt was next then black denim slacks.

Pulling her hair back severely she used a simple rubber band to gather it into a single pony tail. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her dark blue eyes regarded her reflection and she nodded as if satisfied with herself. She turned to take up the handset of a phone on the locker room wall, dialled One, and listened until Mrs. Prendergast answered.

'Tell Commander Holt I'm on my way to see him' she said simply and replaced the receiver. No 'Can he see me' or 'is he free' or 'make me an appointment'. She wasn't in the mood for formality. She had something to tell him and he was bloody well going to listen.

Jenny left the locker room passing Mr. Castleton as he went into the gym and within a minute entered the outer office where Mrs. Prendergast ruled. As Holt's secretary she wielded not inconsiderable power and people had to get past her before they got to see the Commander. She looked up and seeing the agent opened her mouth to object when her eyes met with Jenny's. The words froze in her throat as she recognised the cold black determination in them and stayed silent. Jenny ignored her and simply walked across the carpet and opened Holt's door. Entering she closed the door and sat herself in the straight backed chair in front of his desk without being asked.

Holt gazed at her calmly. Mrs. Prendergast had warned him she was on her way and he was prepared for her.

Jenny was mad. They'd messed with her mind, used her as a guinea pig, but far worse, they'd put her friend at risk of injury or even death. She could remember how, as they'd fought, she wanted nothing more than to kill Suki. Just suppose she'd succeeded, what then? But as she thought of the words with which to blast Holt she began to realise she'd agreed to the procedure. What option did they have. She was lost to them as an agent and presumably Suki had known what she was doing and what sort of risk she was taking. Slowly Jenny began to relax as she thought everything through. Finally she said to herself. 'Oh my. I wish I hadn't done that to Suki now' but she smiled a little to herself just the same.

They stared at each other. The blonde and the Commander. Holt could see as she sat down that unlike him she was far from calm. But as he watched she gradually relaxed and the tension in her face that had made her expression hard and uncompromising slowly softened until just the usual pretty elfin face remained.

Jenny spoke. 'Three things Sir. One The treatment appears to have worked better than we could have hoped for. I'm ready to return to work so, two, I'd like you to disregard my letter of resignation if you’d be so good'.

He nodded and silently taking out the white envelope ripped it in two and fed it symbolically into the shredder beside his desk.

'And three?' asked Holt.

'Three is to do with the case Sir. Assuming you'd like me to continue working on Kleiner that is'.

Holt thought for a second then nodded.

'Well it's like this Sir. When I was in the Mansion House during my...err...interrogation...'

Holt fought to keep his face straight. He'd read the report and the very appealing image of Jenny's naked sweating body riding the buzzing vibrating Sybian machine leapt into his mind.

'...Bloucher interrupted and gave Kleiner a message. As you can understand I was...err...pre-occupied.' Holt nodded again still manfully struggling'. I didn't understand what she said at the time but recently I was given a course in German by the Professor and now I know what she said. Even then I thought I'd heard her wrong or misinterpreted it but I've checked with Gunter Horst, our German speaker, and I've had a thought as to what she was talking about.

'You didn't put it in the Report Agent Richards so you'd better tell me what she said'.

'Yes Sir. She said 'Das Pferd ist am Telefon'.

'Translate please.'

'The horse is on the telephone'.

'Are you sure you heard correctly?' said Holt.

'Yes Sir. I admit it seems a bit strange until you remember who the third person was who escaped from the Clinic along with Kleiner and Bloucher.

Holt thought for a few seconds then his face brightened as he realised what she was getting at. 'Of course. Horace Norton. AKA Horace 'The Horse' Norton. You think she's still kept in contact with Norton and they are working together on something.'

'Just so Sir.'

'Hmmm. That's all well and good but it gets us no further forward. Norton escaped after he'd completed the plastic surgery and no-one but Kleiner and Bloucher know what he looks like. I also know he's dropped from sight in the London underworld. He now works through cut outs and has presumably adopted a new identity, one that is completely legitimate and unknown to the law. He could be anyone.'

'I know Sir. I've been thinking about that. It's true only a few people know his new persona but he still operates as Horace Norton for his illegal activities and I know a man who may be able to help.

'You know someone?'.

'Yes I do' she said. Then added grimly to herself 'Unfortunately'.

Chapter Eleven.

The familiar door on the Soho street was still green and the paint still peeling just as Jenny remembered it. The rest of the street was also either just as dirty or gaudy depending on the businesses occupying the different premises. They either shouted their presence with bright neon to attract custom or seemingly tried to hide themselves hoping for the opposite effect to deflect attention from their customers who preferred privacy.

Her memories of this place were far from good and because of that she'd deliberately dressed herself as dowdily as she could. A long tweed skirt, white shirt buttoned up to the neck and an oversized cardigan to minimise her curves as much as she could.

Steeling herself she sighed, pushed open the door and started up the well remembered narrow wooden stairs to the first floor.

The next door was just as non descript. Only a tiny card giving any indication as to the address. It read 'Orion Studios'. Delusions of grandeur thought Jenny sniffily.

She knocked firmly twice and waited. Strange scuffling noises came from the other side of the door and then the sound of a bolt being pulled back. Hesitantly the door opened a couple of inches and Jenny opened her mouth to speak then stopped. No one appeared at head height instead the black and tan nose of a dog poked through the narrow gap and sniffled at her growling softly.

'Back boy. Back' shouted a voice from within and the snout disappeared. The door opened wider and Jenny was faced with the familiar features of Oliver 'Oily' Harris holding tightly on to the lead of the dog.

His face split into a wide grin on seeing her then slowly, as memory returned, his expression changed to a guarded wariness. He had good reason to fear the young woman. He looked past her then relaxed as it became clear see was alone.

Stepping back he invited her in moving away with the dog held firmly.

Jenny entered and looked around the room. She felt quite surprised. Things must be looking up for Oily as the description of Studio may have been exaggerated in the past but now it fit perfectly. Newly painted walls, clean carpet, bright lighting and new furniture filled this end of the room which was bigger than she remembered. The far wall had been knocked through into the next room and the Studio was twice as big as it had been.

Photographic equipment littered the Studio. Large white umbrellas and lights, cameras, both picture and video on tripods and the newest acquisition a professional looking computer console. There was even a door leading off to a new and sparkling bathroom complete with shower. She sighed silently to herself however, the hated bed was still there.

Turning back she regarded the proprietor. Extra wealth may have improved his surroundings and even his clothes but he himself hadn't been improved. If anything a couple of inches had been added to his waistline. The lank hair combed across his bald pate had if anything thinned even more and the signature greasiness which gave him his nickname still glistened under the lights.

'How do you like it my dear. Ain't the Internet wonderful?'.

So that explained the affluence. He'd tapped into the new Dot Com boom and was making money supplying pictures and videos to the various porn sites on the net.

'Just peachy Mr. Harris. I'm sure you're a fine upstanding member of the community now.'

'Don't be like that. It's all legal and above board. Well mostly' he continued to himself.

'What about him' Jenny asked nodding at the dog.

'Ah. Meet Adolf.' He led the dog forward and Jenny allowed him to sniff her hand getting her scent.

She could see he was still quite a young dog but even at this age a Doberman could do serious damage. She looked questioningly at Harris.

'He's part of the security. There's probably ten grand’s worth of gear in here so it needs protecting against the local tealeaf’s and the opposition. The games very cut throat now and they wouldn't think twice about trashing this place to put a competitor out of business.'

As he said all this he reached out and broke a piece from a big block of chocolate and made to feed it to the dog.

'Hey. Hold on you can't feed chocolate to a dog it's bad for them'.

'Don't worry. It's special doggy chocolate. He's mad for it. Can't get enough' Oily replied snatching his hand away as the dog snaffled the sweet nearly taking his fingers as well.

'Oh. Right. Look Mr Harris I'm here for information. I need to know if you can tell me anything about Horace Norton.'

At mention of the name Oily's eyebrows shot up. 'The Horse? he's big time now, a bit out of my league. What makes you think I can help you, or would help you come to that.'

'Don't mess me about Mr. Harris everyone knows you keep your ear to the ground. Now do you know anything?'

Oily gazed at her speculatively. 'Like a drink?'

Jenny looked at him. He was enjoying himself. He knew he'd got the upper hand for now and wasn't going to be rushed. 'Coffee' she replied. 'Cream, two sugars.'.

He made the drinks in a small kitchen and they sat sipping them.

Jenny looked round the Studio 'Business must have improved since we met last time'.

'Yes. The market for my...err...wares has mushroomed. I sell to anyone now. Thousands of Internet sites need constant feeding. They're always on the look out for something new and I'm only to ready to provide it. Even had the place soundproofed to...you know...not upset the neighbours. Some of the stuff can get a bit intense especially when the whips and chains come out'.

Jenny grimaced. She'd been trying to steer him toward friendly conversation hoping to persuade him to sell the information and away from the sex and disgustingness he dealt in daily but everything on the room smelt of sex or came from sex or was there to provide or enhance sex. During their talk Adolf had padded over to her and sat with his head in her lap. She scratched him behind his ear which he seemed to enjoy.

Eventually she broached to subject of Horace again.

'You know my terms' he said smirking.

'Not this time Mr. Harris. It's money or...' she tried a bit of steel '...I could always get the local Coppers in here. I'm sure we could find something if we looked hard enough. You know models who look just a little to young, that sort of thing.'

Oily blanched them gathered himself. 'Well it's your lucky day because I don't want any pictures of you again' he said. 'It's never done me much good in the long run anyway' he though to himself.

In the past Jenny had twice come to Oily for information. The first time he'd forced her to strip while he took still photographs of her. She'd ended up screaming in orgasm pumping a huge red vibrator into her pussy as he chuckled and snapped away. Those photos and negatives had disappeared from his Studio and he would be amazed to know now resided in a locked filling cabinet in the basement of the Kremlin in Moscow.

The second time Suki had forced her into a lesbian bondage session while Oily filmed them with a video camera. Again she'd been brought to a muscle locking orgasm by Suki and then given a facial by Oily. Luckily Suki had caught him before he could do anything else and she'd brained him with his own tripod. That tape was in Suki's own collection at home and even Jenny didn't know that.

'I want something from you that you can't take away from me this time' he said resolutely.

She was afraid to ask but eventually had to.

'I want you' he said simply.

'What?'

'I want you and me on that bed for as long as I say'.

'Go to hell Harris' she spate at him.

'Well' he shrugged 'Make me an offer then.'

She remained silent staring at him resentfully.

'Alright. I'll make you an offer. How about...' he waited building the tension '...you and me on the bed...'

'I've already told you Harris'.

'...for as long as I stay hard'.

She stared at him. 'What. You...and me...on the bed...making love...until you cum. Is that what you're saying?'

'No. Until I go soft and all floppy and flaccid and droopy. That's the deal. Take it or leave it'.

Jenny thought hard. 'I mean look at him. Who's going to fuck him unless he pays them to. I bet he never gets any, probably has to do it himself, he can't last long. I'll get away with a hand shandy here, at worst a blow job, he'll be howling at the moon in minutes when I get my hands on him. Disgusting bastard.'

She sighed again. 'O.K. Harris. You're on. You, me, the bed until you're as soft as a wet cornflake. Lets do it.'

Oily laughed out loud. 'Great. Lets hope it's as good for you as it's going to be for me. Eh'.

'Don't bank on it Harris' she responded sarcastically.

'Right there's loads of stuff in the cabinets, help yourself and get in the mood. You know, stockings, frillies, buzzing things, chains, hoods, gags, oils. Anything you need or want me to use on you. Feel free'.

She looked at him distastefully. 'That won't be necessary thank you. Can we get this over with'.

'Whoa, slow down. Let me put Adolf away, unless...no perhaps not.' He led the dog to the door to his old darkroom which was used for storage now everything was digital and closed him away then returned to her.

'I'm going to take a shower. Be with you in a short while, unless you'd care to join me.' he added hopefully. 'No?. Oh well. It'll give you a chance to think up a few new tricks for me' and he laughed again enjoying himself greatly and disappeared into the bathroom.

Jenny took off her cardigan and sat on the bed. It had begun to feel rather warm in the room since she'd agreed to... do what she'd agreed to do with Oily. She could hear him singing in the shower. His voice was like his body. Big, round and ugly. The water stopped and she waited butterflies fighting a war in her stomach.

Five minutes later he emerged thankfully wearing a towel round his waist. It didn't help much. He might have been clean but in some indefinable way he still looked dirty from the self satisfied expression on his face right down to his big misshapen feet.

Jenny stood as he approached and reached for the towel.

'Whoa, what's the rush darlin'. Lets get to know each other a bit first' and before she could stop him he reached both arms round her, crushed her to his chest and planted his big fat lips on hers.

He worked his lips sucking lustily on hers as she initially struggled to free herself from his grip. It was all she could do to stop her knee rising to drive his balls into his chest. She relaxed slowly and let him have his way. The quicker he became bored the quicker she'd be out of here. His tongue stabbed against her teeth but she resolutely kept them clamped together until suddenly he gripped her breast and squeezed hard. She opened her mouth to protest and he was in, jabbing his slobbering tongue deep into her mouth. She bore him for minutes as he reamed her mouth sucking on her lips and squeezing her tit. The only sound in the room was them breathing through their noses and the obscene slick wet slurping noises of his mouth.

Keeping their mouths locked together he wormed his hand to her neck and with a jerk ripped her shirt apart sending buttons flying exposing her upper body. This wasn't going the way she had expected at all. He tugged her bra down and both of her mammoth breasts leapt from their confinement straight into his waiting palm. Still assaulting her mouth he gripped her left tit and rolled it round. Weighing it, kneading it, gripping her large brown rubbery nipple between his finger and thumb and pinching it unmercifully until in spite of herself it erected.

Finally she managed to struggle free of his grip and pushed him away. He was ready. She could see the evidence pushing out the front of the towel as she stood there face red and flushed her shirt flapping open and her pointed tits hanging over the top of her bra.

She looked at him angrily her chest rising and falling as breathing hard.

He laughed again and stepped close to her. 'Get on with it then.' he ordered knowing he'd got her both figuratively and literally in the palm of his hand.

She sat back on the edge of the bed as he stepped closer and reluctantly reached for the towel. All she wanted to do was smash his leering face as he smirked down at her but resolutely she continued what she'd started. She'd made a deal and she was going to keep her part of it but there was no telling what she'd do to him if he broke his word.

The towel slipped from his hips and her worst fears were confirmed. She didn't think it possible but even his penis was ugly. It was only average in length but thick and chunky and unlike most of those she'd seen before it was covered with obscene veins and knobbly lumps and bumps.

His member sprang up to point directly at her it's single eye staring at her from the big bulging purple head. He groaned quietly as her tiny cool hand closed around him and began slowly moving up and down. Her other hand gripped his balls and jiggled them determinedly. 'Come on you bastard. Now you're mine. Two minutes tops or I'm a monkeys uncle.'

She pumped him harder and harder dragging his hips forward and back but by some sort of Herculean effort he managed to delay the inevitable. Suddenly he slapped her hands away and gripped her hair forcing her head down prodding at her mouth. She resisted for a second then gave in and opened her lips. He surged forward burying himself in her warm soft wetness. She bore him as he thrust forward and back holding her head pistoning in and out until he moaned loudly and ejaculated over her tongue bathing her throat with his cream.

Jenny coughed and dragged her mouth off him and sat there feeling sick. After a minute she looked up at him and began to rearrange her clothes. 'Right you bastard you've had your fun. Now give. What do you know of Norton'.

Oily stared at her smirking but said nothing.

'Well' she demanded.'

He still smiled then pointedly looked down at himself. Jenny followed his gaze confused then groaned. His dick pointed proudly at the sky still as hard as a rock.

'Seems your work is not done, my dear' he said quietly and once more advanced on the young blonde.

Chapter Twelve.

Two hours. Two fucking hours or vice versa. It seemed like the longest two hours of her life. Within minutes of them re-starting their sex play she was naked. He'd ripped the shirt, bra and tweed skirt from her and dragged her panties down her legs then thrown her back on the bed.

He grabbed her ankles and spread her long tanned legs and despite her protest dived between them sinking his tongue deep inside her soft hairless pussy. She writhed around trying to push him off but he clamped his arms round her hips and used his fat lips and tongue on her as he ate her out. He sucked her lips into his mouth, plunged his tongue inside her tasting her juices then attacked her clitoris. The tiny nubbin came in for a real bashing as he licked it hard swirling his tongue round and round then gently bit down on it. Jenny cried out and jerked her hips upward but still he tormented her.

Eventually he looked up from between her thighs, his face glistening, satisfied that in spite of herself he, fat, ugly, Oliver 'Oily' Harris had aroused this beautiful mammoth breasted blonde bombshell until her juices dripped from her love canal. She or any other woman who looked like her would, he knew under normal circumstances look down on him with distain and disgust so now he was going to take his revenge for all the slights of the past and he was going to take it out on the fabulous body of this big titted Amazon goddess he had trapped and in his power. Now he would prove that he could satisfy a woman even if he had to force her to enjoy his attentions.

He released his hold on her and dragged himself up between her thighs. In a straight missionary position he forced her legs wide, opening her soft pink pussy to him.

Jenny was aroused. His fat slobbering tongue had penetrated her, licked her and stimulated her. Her brain was disgusted by him but her body betrayed her as he assaulted her womanhood. 'How could this possibly get any worse' she thought as she looked up at the leering ugly face above her.

He hesitated, waiting, building the tension. 'Guide me in' he instructed.

'No...Please...don't' she pleaded but their was not a scrap of mercy in his eyes.

When she failed to move he gripped her wrist and pushed her hand down until she gripped his rock hard, thick gnarled member. 'Guide me in' he ordered again.

Jenny squeezed her eyes closed and moved his dick slightly to the side pointing the purple head straight at the delicate centre of her womanhood.

He laughed in her face and with absolutely no finesse forced his hips forward entering her roughly. He had no technique and just employed plain hard thrusting as he piston’d into her dripping love tunnel, slamming himself into her making her great breasts slosh and wobble on her chest taking revenge for their last meeting. It took twenty minutes of grunting and pounding before he looked deep into her eyes and groaning released inside her. Thank god for the pill.

Still he stayed hard. He dragged her over him and watched as he forced her to impale herself on him and work herself up and down. He took the opportunity to grip both her magnificent swinging breasts in his hands before pulling her roughly down to plunge her tit into his mouth. He thrust upward into her as he sucked on her mammary drawing her into his mouth before chewing on her flesh. He worked on his third climax determined to make her surrender herself to him. He pulled her down again by her hair thrusting his tongue into her mouth before reaching round behind her. She was thrusting her hips up and down of her own volition now working herself up toward release when he rammed a finger deep into her anus. She reared upward as he penetrated her back passage but he dragged her back down, back to his sucking lips. He timed his thrusts upward to meet his finger and tongue until she could hold out no longer and trembling she orgasmed hard with all three of his probing digits thrusting inside her.

He threw her off him and together they lay side by side both their chests rising and falling with their efforts. Ten minutes they lay there but still he stayed hard.

She began to stir but he allowed her no escape, no mercy. Gripping her by the hair he shoved her head down on his cock again, lying back, a pillow under his head, calmly watching his shaft going in and out of her mouth. Her soft lips worked on him desperately trying to end her torture as he still refused to go soft. She was good at giving oral pleasure, she'd had a lot of practice, but he'd already cum three times and she had to work like she'd never worked before. Hands whipped up and down while her tongue licked his head and she took him into her deep warm cavern and sucked and sucked and sucked. Even he couldn't last forever and she eventually felt him tighten and groan. She just released him from her mouth in time as he spurted again hitting her cheek.

Still he stayed hard. She was past caring now as he moved her unresponsive body about. He took her from behind slapping her quivering butt every time she stopped meeting his thrusts into her pussy. He found he enjoyed that so much he slapped her even more until her butt cheeks glowed red and became hot to the touch. Gripping her hanging tits he mauling them hard and pulled on her nipples painfully until she cried out. He only smirked all the more. Reaching forward he gripped her hair and yanked it back pounding into her all the harder until he groaned and shot his load for the fifth time.

Still he stayed hard. Jenny lay on her back looking up with glassy eyes as he forced her mammoth breasts together and thrust himself between them. Thumbs and fingers gripped her nipples and pinched them hard. The sweat dripped from him joining her own to act as lubrication. Her tits turned red where he gripped them with strong fingers digging his nails into them making her wince. He drove his penis into the soft warm valley forcing her flesh together harder and harder to increase the pressure on his member. Five times he'd cum and this one would need something special.

'Open your mouth, bitch' he ordered and gripped her tits cruelly until she obeyed.

His final humiliation of her beckoned and he thrust harder and harder to bring himself off. His hips slapped the undersides of Jenny's breasts almost spanking them as he piston’d ever harder until he threw back his head and came again. She didn't get the expected disgusting taste in her mouth. Six times was too many for him. Only a sickly dribble of cum dripped from his dick and pooled on her throat.

Oily Harris rolled off her gasping body and lay spent while she curled up on her side and hugged herself cradling her aching breasts preying he was done. Preying her torment was over.

After a few minutes she realised he seemed to be dozing so she rose and staggered towards the bathroom. Inside she leant on the sink and looked at her flushed face in the mirror. She could feel all the confidence she'd gained seeping away again. Her first mission after the treatment and she'd failed. Not only failed but been royally fucked into the process by the most ugly, toad of a man in the world. A pornographer and greasy creep had taken her and used her again and again until she could hardly stand. Her body felt sticky. There probably wasn't a square inch of skin that Oily hadn't licked and covered with saliva at some point in the previous two hours. Jenny felt dirty and she needed to wash for a week or so. She turned on the tap and picked up the soap. Lathering her hands she reached to place the soap back on the sink but it slipped from her fingers and dropped to the floor. She groaned. 'Sums up my day' she thought.

She washed the stickiness from her throat and face, rinsed the suds off then stooped down to retrieve the bar of soap from under the sink. Picking it up she found it not surprisingly covered with carpet fibres and also a square of blue Cellophane paper. Picking the paper off she looked round to find somewhere to dispose of it. She had just decided to throw it back on the floor where it came from, fuck him he could clean his own bathroom, when she noticed the white writing on it.

The bathroom door slammed loudly back as Jenny stormed back into the Studio. Oily awoke with a start and looked up. He smirked as Jenny approached and got up from the bed thinking to try for a new record. He wondered if ten orgasms in one day had ever been done. Perhaps he should call the Guinness Book of Records.

Jenny stamped up to him and waved the blue Cellophane in his face. 'Look what I found in the bathroom you fucking slimy bastard.'

He tried and failed to look innocent. 'What's that my dear' he said ingenuously.

'This, as if you didn't know you snake, is the wrapper from a Viagra tablet. And so is this one' she said holding up a second wrapper. 'You took these when you went for your shower didn't you. You utter swine. No wonder you've been as stiff as a board for two hours. How much longer did you think you could keep going. You could have killed one or the other of us. You with a heart attack and me from disgust with all those thing you made me do, you shit. Well it's over you slime and you can spill the beans about Horace Norton. Now.'

'Hmmm. Not sure I can do that poppet. You see if 'The Horse' finds out I ratted on him he'll do a hell of a lot more damage to me, fatal damage, than you ever will so I think I'll have to decline your kind offer'.

Jenny stared at him hard but she couldn't break him down. Suddenly her shoulders slumped and she bowed her head as if defeated. She started to turn away and Oily's smirk returned to his lips. Almost faster than the eye could see her hand flashed out and her stiffened fingers with all the power of her shoulder behind them thudded into his torso just below his sternum.

Oily went rigid as he fought for breath. He felt as if his heart had stopped. He could taste the bile in his throat, feel the sweat seep from his forehead, and his lungs seemed to twist into knots. The walls of the room wavered and swam before his eyes and he dropped to his knees. Blackness closed over him and he completed his journey to the floor.

Chapter Thirteen.

Consciousness returned slowly to him. Every breath he took in caused a dull ache in his chest. He tried to move but his limbs refused to obey him. Eventually he raised his head and opened his eyes.

Jenny sat in a hard backed chair about six feet away from him watching him coldly her hand idly stroking the head of Adolf who sat by her side. Memory flooded back to Oily. The visit. The conversation. The elation he felt as he realised she was in his power again. The even greater elation when he realised she'd fallen into his trap. The sex. Oh yes the sex. Again and again he'd used her his every fantasy all coming true in two hours of lust filled passion and filth.

The feeling died. She'd found out about the pills. She'd confronted him. She'd hit him stunning him and now here he sat, he realised helpless, tied hand and foot to another hard backed chair facing her.

All the time she'd stared at him watching as the previous hours played across his features waiting for the moment when he'd realise what she'd done to him.

Oily reigned in his emotions. Alright he was tied up but he knew her. Torture wasn't in her nature and she wasn't going to harm him no matter what he'd done to her even if he'd tricked her and fucked her stupid. He was still in a strong position. If she wanted the information he had she'd have to release him. Until she did he just had to stay silent.

During the time it took to work all this out Oily had been aware that something wasn't quite right. Something was different and he couldn't see what it was. He knew she was watching him, quietly waiting, but it was the dog who drew his attention. Adolf was silently staring, but not at his face. The dog was staring unblinkingly lower down. Slowly Oily lowered his gaze. His member was still as rigid as it had been before she'd hit him and would be for a good few hours yet, but now, he couldn't see it. He stared disbelievingly between his thighs. The bitch. While he'd been unconscious she'd done this to him.

He goggled at the tower between his thighs. She's melted it in a saucepan in the kitchen and dripped it over him. He stared down at his penis covered now in sticky brown doggie chocolate.

'What the fuck have you done' he screeched at her but still she remained silent smiling a small secret smile. Oily struggled pulling at the ropes that held him but to no avail. She'd searched his cabinets and dismissing the handcuffs settled on the white nylon rope to secure him. 'Let me go. You fucking bitch'.

Jenny's smile disappeared and she released the lead holding Adolf. Oily hardly had time to gasp as the dog took off like a black and tan missile homing in on the tower of chocolate between his thighs. He grimaced and squeezed his eyes shut as the teeth came for him.

The leather dog lead twanged as it reached its limit holding Adolf back straining nearly two feet from his sweet target.

Slowly Oily opened his eyes when he failed to feel the expected contact with his dick. Adolf stood still looking intently at his chocolate covered organ pulling at the lead whining quietly. He felt the sweat leap from his forehead his wide open eyes stared at the slobbering dog. He took a deep breath and looked up at Jenny.

Slowly, still silent, she rose from her chair to reveal Adolf's lead tied securely to the handle of the Studio door. Moving forward she lay her hand halfway along the lead where one of two loops had been tied into the lead with slip knots. The meaning was obvious to him. He switched his gaze from her to the knot to the dog and back again but still remained silent.

Suddenly she pulled the slip knot and eighteen inches of extra lead became available. Adolf surged forward only to be pulled up six inches short.

Oily tensed every muscle in his body and squealed like a girl expecting the clash of needle sharp teeth about his manhood. When nothing happened he slowly cracked open an eye. He could feel the dogs hot breath on his thighs as Adolf whined, his claws scrabbling at the carpet, straining at the lead trying to reach the chocolate.

The sweat trickled down his face dripping on to his plump stomach as he looked up at Jenny imploringly.

She stepped forward again and slowly rested her hand on the other slip knot. Oily's frightened gaze snapped from the knot to her face hoping to see some semblance of forgiveness but he could detect nothing but hard merciless resolve.

She simply raised an eyebrow at him. It told him everything he needed to know. Either talk or it's dinner time Adolf.

Her hand moved and with a sob he broke.

He knew precious little to be honest and no amount of demanding or threatening could draw out any more than the few facts he'd managed to glean from his contacts in the underworld. Still Jenny was intrigued by what he told her. Perhaps the smart boys back at HQ could work out what was going on and what she should do next.

Eventually she decided there was nothing more to be gained from Oily and took up the last item she'd found in his cabinets. Casually walking behind the bound pornographer she suddenly dragged his head back by the roots of the scant hairs still left on the top of his head and as his mouth flew open slammed in the biggest ball gag she's been able to find. Savagely she buckled it as tight as she could gagging him.

Pulling her cardigan tightly around herself she made for the door. Gripping Adolf’s lead she pulled him back from his position with his nose almost touching Oily's groin she took one last look at the abject beaten man tied to the chair and slipped out slamming the door quickly.

Released again Adolf shot back across the studio but with the door once more closed came up six agonising inches short again.

An hour and half later Oily still sat miserably in his chair. His legs had long ago gone to sleep and he couldn't feel much in his hands either. Adolf lay midway between him and the door never once taking his gaze from the tower of chocolate he craved.

Suddenly a sound came from outside the Studio and someone rapped twice on the door. Adolf leapt to his feet and turned to stare at the source of the sound. Oily raised his head from where it had been slumped on his chest hope burning in his eyes. The knocking came again and a voice shouted 'You in there Oily?'

Somewhere within the tiny semi psychotic walnut sized brain of the Doberman a synapse sparked and the first intelligent thought that it had ever had flashed into its mind. At exactly the same time Oily and the dog worked out the terrible sequence of events that were about to unfold.

Adolf looked at the door knob as it began to twist then slowly allowed his gaze to followed the leather lead as he turned back. Oily also gazed mesmerised at the slowly turning door knob then down and into the inky black eyes of the dog. After a second Adolf looked down at the tower of lovely sweet sticky brown chocolate he desired so much and with a Pavlovian reaction started to salivate. A single line of drool dripped from his mouth as it drew back his lips displaying to Oily rows of razor sharp teeth.

The door began to open. A single tear squeezed out of Oliver 'Oily' Harris's eye and rolled down his cheek.

Chapter Fourteen.

The black saloon glided almost silently up to the prison gates. The guard within watching on a monitor screen pressed a large red button on his console and the gates slowly opened admitting the car. Rolling to a stop in one of the visitor parking spaces the driver switched off the engine and stepped out. From the cars boot he pulled out what looked like a mass of metal tubes and rubber then opening out the wheelchair he slammed the boot lid and pushed the chair round to the passenger door. Inside the occupant opened it as he approached. With the chair positioned he bent his head inside the door. A small gloved hand rested on his shoulders as he pushed his hand behind the persons knees and his other round their back. With a quiet grunt he lifted the person out of the car and into the chair. Closing the door he 'blipped' the alarm and placing his briefcase on the persons lap gripped the handles of the chair and pushed it toward the door leading into the administration section of the prison.

The guard on the desk met them and the man introduced himself.

'Yes. Mr. Crawford we have you on our list. And this would be Miss Frobisher your Secretary?'

In the chair the woman turned her head, slowly nodded and turned back to stare forward as if uninterested.

The guard looked at her. The hat and dark glasses hid most of her face but from what he could see she must have been quite pretty and her skin looked absolutely wonderfully smooth and unblemished, her lips full and luscious, her throat long and slender. The glasses were not too dark to hide her eyes which blinked slowly. Her straight black hair was clean and perfectly combed and hung down to her shoulders. Further down the thighs he could see pressing against the dress she wore where obviously long and athletic and her calves and ankles perfectly formed. He could only speculate why with such perfect limbs she was in need of the wheelchair. The only thing that grated with him was her chest, or lack of it. He didn't think he'd ever seen such a flat chested woman in his life. Not the tiniest bump disturbed the line of her jacket.

He nodded them through telling the man 'Your client will be brought to room six in a few minutes Sir. If you need anything or are ready to leave just press the button and someone will be with you as soon as possible'.

Crawford thanked him and pushed Miss Frobisher into the corridor and along until they found Room Six.

Inside they waited silently until the door was opened again and another guard looked in. Seeing them he nodded and ushered the prisoner in his charge inside and left closing the door behind him.

The man regarded the new entrant with intense curiosity. She was the most spectacularly beautiful blonde he'd ever seen and he was utterly intrigued to see her because she was the duplicate of someone he knew quite well.

The prisoner for her part regarded them with equal interest. She'd never seen them before and she'd only been told her Solicitor was here to see her.

Eventually Mr. Crawford stood and walked toward her offering his hand. 'Crawford's the name. Brian Crawford and this is Miss Frobisher my Secretary'. The prisoner shook the offered hand but still said nothing waiting for the man to finish. 'We're here to discuss your appeal against this obviously trumped up charge that they have used to incarcerated you here'.

She showed a little more interest.

'Miss Frobisher, the document if you please'.

In the chair the woman removed one of her gloves, opened a document case and extracted a piece of paper which she pushed slowly across the table they sat at. The blonde woman reached forward and as she grasped it the woman touched the back of her hand. She felt the sharp prick and snatched her hand back but before she could cry out the fuzziness grew in her head, sudden blackness engulfed her and her head dropped to thump on to the table top.

Immediately the woman dropped unconscious all hell broke loose in the room. The man snatched open his case and withdrew a small black device about the size of an I-Pod and taking the earphones ripped off the foam rubber coverings revealing the electrodes underneath. He rose quickly and walking round the table gripped the unconscious woman under the armpits and lowered her to the floor laying her on her back. He attached the electrodes to her temples and switched the device on.

Meanwhile the woman in the chair leapt to her feet. Quickly she dragged off her hat, glasses and black wig revealing her blonde hair tied in a bun underneath. She then carefully removed the needle glued to the fingernail on her right hand. It would be stupid to prick herself now and end up just as comatose as the prisoner. Having disposed of the drugged needle she removed her jacket and her white frilly blouse.

'Get this will you Brian' she asked the man turning her back on him. Round her chest was tightly stretched a band of elastic perhaps fifteen inches wide and clipped together at the back. He undid the clips until the elastic released and the woman sighed heartily.

Jenny Richards stood with her eyes closed gently massaging her breasts. They'd been crushed flat for the last hour and now she'd felt only intense relief that they were no longer gripped by the elastic.

'Can I give you a hand there' asked the man. Jenny opened her eyes to stare at him reproachfully and tried to cover herself not too successfully. Her tiny hands only just succeeded in covering her nipples, large circular brown areolas and less than half of the great white spherical globes on her chest.

'No. I can handle it thank you'.

'I can see that' he replied ginning broadly.

In spite of herself she smiled shyly. 'Get her stripped off will you' she said nodding toward the other woman.

He nearly made another ribald comment but thought better of it and moved to complete the next part of their plan. Jenny meanwhile continued to remove her clothes. She kicked off her shoes and slipped the skirt down her now miraculously working legs then stood waiting for Brian to finish removing the prison issue clothes from the unconscious woman.

The meeting back at MI5 headquarters on the Strand had taken place in Holt's office. Jenny, the Professor, and a couple of Section heads sat around the large conference table to discuss the information she'd received from Oily Harris.

'Agent Richards' began Holt. 'Perhaps you'd better start by telling us exactly what Harris revealed'.

'Yes Sir. He knew only a couple of things really. He unfortunately didn't know what Horace Norton now looks like, or where he lives or even how to contact him so we can't trace him the easy way but he did give me one very surprising piece of information. Harris said Norton has been contracted to engineer the escape of Svetlana Rostov from Holloway Woman’s Prison sometime during the next two weeks'.

'Is that it?'

'Yes sir. He knew nothing else at all. Not a more exact time, not how they planned to do it and not even why they wanted to do it. He also didn't know who had placed the contract but as we suspect Madam Kleiner may have been in contact with him I don't think its to much of a stretch to surmise it was her. Also it seems unlikely that Kleiner would want Rostov for herself so she in turn must be under orders from someone else.

Admittedly the information we have so far is pretty scant but I'd like to suggest that in a nutshell the Russians have told Kleiner to get Rostov and she in turn has contracted Norton to pull the job, Sir'.

'Hmm. Yes it's just possible. So assuming that is the case what are our alternatives?'

'One of the Section Heads piped up 'Well we could move Rostov somewhere safe but that would only delay the plan. They'd probably try again in the future. Or we could bug Rostov somehow and try to track her when they sprung her but the bug might be discovered and we’d probably only get small fry anyway. Sorry that's as far as I can get. Anyone else?'

Silence reigned for some minutes then Jenny spoke. 'Professor. Your mind recording device, can it record from an unconscious person?'

'Why, yes it can but you wouldn't get a specific skill like a language you'd only get the most recent memories. The longer you recorded the farther back the memories would go.'

'If you recorded for say thirty minutes how far back would they go?'

'About six months I should think'.

And could those memories be transferred in the next thirty minutes to another person.'

'Yes they could'.

Jenny sat silently thinking hard then said 'Svetlana has one feature that we could use to our advantage and it just might be enough to make an idea I've got work Sir' said Jenny.

They all looked at her sceptically but as she outlined her thoughts for the next twenty minutes their respect for her grew and by the end they all felt there was a damn good chance it would work.

'Any objections? No? OK that's settled then. Who do we have who can play the Solicitor?'

'Can it be a woman please Sir' asked Jenny.

'Anyone available? asked Holt but he received only negative replies. 'If you can give us a couple of days I can get someone in'.

'No that's no good. Harris said they plan to spring Rostov in the next couple of weeks but that could mean tomorrow. Who's available immediately?'

'I can give you Brian Truman Sir, He's just come off a case and he hasn't been allocated to another yet'.

'OK. Truman it is'. Jenny go and see him, brief him, and get yourselves ready to go first thing tomorrow morning. Right. That's all thank you people. Dismissed'.

Brian Truman removed the shoes then unzipped and pulled off the pale green jumpsuit from the still form of Svetlana Rostov being careful not to dislodge the electrodes attached to her temples. Next he fumbled behind her back and unclipped the prison issue bra she was wearing and pulled that off and sat back on his haunches.

This job of his was sometimes boring, sometimes dangerous but just occasionally strange situations like this occurred. He sat in this small room with two identical copies of the most amazing blonde goddess and both of them were topless, stripped down to just their panties. Svetlana's massive breasts sat proudly on her chest pointing firmly skyward both an exact copy of the ones Jenny had unwittingly shown him just minutes before. Her legs seemed to be far longer than was natural but as with Jenny's they just added an extra spectacular element to all her other attributes.

Jenny coughed breaking his reverie. 'I know just what you're thinking and you can stop it right now you bloody male chauvinist pig' she chided him.

He looked at her with laughter in his eyes. It was about to get even better.

He hooked his fingers into Svetlana’s panties and dragged them down her legs leaving her totally naked then with them dangling on his finger he offered them to Jenny.

She looked at them then sighed loudly. 'Oh bloody hell how do I get myself into these things' she asked herself for the umpteenth time.

Turning away she tugged her own panties down and stepped out of them. Brian didn't mind her turning away. Her rear view was truly amazing. Plump, pink, globes of perfection and he was pretty sure that she didn't realise just what she flashed at him as she bent forward. Now he had two identical blonde goddesses and they were both totally naked. God he loved his job sometimes.

It couldn't last. Jenny dressed in Svetlana's prison issue clothes as fast as she could covering herself up while he watched her appreciatively then together they struggled with the much harder task of dressing the unconscious Svetlana in Jenny's discarded cloths having first rolled the Russian doppelganger over onto her front on the elastic which they pulled tight and clipped closed compressing her magnificent breasts. Eventually they finished and Jenny checked her watch, now on Svetlana's wrist.

'Right that's thirty minutes. Disconnect it and plug me in.'

While Jenny sat in the wheelchair again, Brian pulled the electrodes from Svetlana's temples and brought the device to Jenny placing it on the table before her then stuck the electrodes on her temples. He checked his watch and sat down to wait while Svetlana's most recent memories were transferred to Jenny. Half an hour later she stirred as the device came to the end of the recording and clicked off. She'd need to get some sleep soon for the memories to be cemented but that shouldn't be a problem it wasn't as if she could go out on the town for the night. Sleeping should be the least of her problems.

Together they heaved Svetlana's unresponsive deadweight into the wheelchair clipping the back of her skirt to the rear of the chair. It would look pretty funny if as Brian wheeled her out she slid gracefully downward and out of the chair like a ship launching from the builders yard into the sea for the first time. The bottom of her shoes had Velcro on them which fixed to the foot rests holding her feet in place and likewise the gloves which joined her hands to her skirt.

Jenny fixed up Svetlana's hair into a bun and the black wig went on her head covering her blonde hair. The dark glasses and the hat were last. Together they checked she that looked as nearly identical as they could get her to Jenny when she entered the prison and Brian made sure Jenny was now Svetlana the prisoner.

'Hit the button Brian. Lets get this show on the road shall we'.

He nodded but first moved to stand close to her. 'Be careful won't you' he said gently 'Women’s prisons are dangerous places and if you do get sprung you'll either be in the hands of the London criminal underworld or the Russian Secret Service. Either way come back safe, eh'.

She looked at his concerned expression. Brian had been one of the men who'd asked her on a date when it became known that she and John had split up. Jenny had rebuffed him but he was a nice bloke and she'd let him down a lot easier than some of the others.

She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. 'I'll try my best. Now press the damn button you big soppy ape'.

He laughed and summoned the guard to let him and his new Secretary out.

Pushing the chair they turned into the reception area. The guard who'd admitted them asked if everything was OK. Brian thanked him and said 'Yes thank you'.

'And for you Miss Frobisher' he enquired looking at the woman in the chair.

Silence reigned for a few seconds then slowly her head turned. He could see her eyes again blinking slowly as she nodded then turned back to stare ahead once more.

He grunted and quickly Brian pushed the chair forward before he could continue the conversation.

Back in the car park he wheeled the chair to the side of the saloon and opened the passenger door. Looking round he checked that no one was watching them then casually reached up under the woman’s hair and unclipped the semi circle of metal that had held her head rigid. Unrestrained now she flopped forward, the dark glasses she wore fell from her head into her lap, and he lowered the aluminium column that stuck up from the chair back. It was controlled from the chair handle and the little joystick under his finger could move her head left and right, forward and backward. He collected the dark glasses and looked at them. Two eyes stared back at him blinking occasionally. The professor had come up with them. Two LCD screens displaying moving eyes so it looked like the unconscious woman had been awake. Lastly he prized the woman’s jaws apart and removed the small plastic clip that had locked her teeth together stopping her mouth flopping open.

Quickly he hefted her body into the passenger seat and ensuring her limbs and clothes were clear slammed the door. The chair went back into the boot and with a relieved sigh he got in, started the engine, and drove out of the prison yard on his way back to safety.

His only thought though was for the vulnerable young woman he'd left behind. He'd delivered her from the relative safety of the outside world into the claustrophobic and sometimes violent world of one of the toughest prisons in the whole of England. God he hoped she'd come back unharmed or he'd never forgive himself.

Chapter Fifteen.

The prison guard collected Jenny from the interview room and pointed her back along another corridor toward to the main interior of the prison. As she walked she thought about her plan. She'd come up with the idea to swap herself for Svetlana. She'd explained that they couldn't trust anyone as they didn't know how Svetlana was going to be sprung. Any of the guards could have been bribed or coerced even up as high as the Governor. They'd have to do the swap with no inside help and she'd explained how it could be done. At the time it seemed really clever and everyone seemed very impressed with her. She'd glowed at the compliments. Now however she was beginning to have second thoughts. So much could go amiss. A wrong word or deed combined with the natural and pathological suspicion of the criminal mind and she could find herself with a knife in the ribs. It didn't even have to be her fault just plain bad luck could trip her up.

'Oh well she thought checking the red handkerchief was in place 'in to the lions den we go'.

She was just about to reach for the last door leading back to the prison when someone behind her said 'Rostov. This way. Dilly wants a word, private like'.

She turned to see a ferret faced woman beckoning to her from another half open door. She searched her memory but couldn't identify the face from the files she'd been provided with before they'd put her plan into operation. This wasn't surprising in itself. Dilly had loads of runners and she wouldn't expect to know them all. The important thing was the red headband the woman wore. Jenny followed the woman down the new corridor then through another door and down some concrete stairs. All the while the surroundings became more and more dank and dingy as she was led away from the prison area and further and further into the bowels of the prisons lower levels. Large metal pipes festooned the ceiling as they moved into the maintenance area. Heating boilers and storage rooms were the only thing down at this level. Dilly must really want privacy for this little chat.

At last they reached their destination. The woman pushed open a heavy metal door leading into a small dingy room and ushered Jenny to enter. Uncertainly she edged forward into the room. Condensation dripped from the walls and the smell of mould assailed her nostrils. The single bulb dangling in the centre of the room remained dark so the room was lit only by the dim light filtering through the open door.

Suddenly the door clanged shut behind her plunging the room into darkness. Jenny whirled. The light clicked on and she saw another green boiler suited woman who had been hiding behind the door push a three foot metal drop bar down to secure it. She was trapped and nobody was opening that door from the outside.

Jenny studied the woman. Immediately she recognised her. Jaza or Big Jaq. Jacqueline Mbanya by birth. 'Needles' by nick name as she was known to the underworld. Her bent nosed, tribal scared, black face had been one of the pictures she'd studied in the file of prison inmates 'but she didn't work for Dilly' Jenny thought confused. She was Tess's second in command and chief enforcer when Tess herself didn't feel like inflicting mayhem on some unfortunate victim.

Jaza moved in front of the door and crossing her arms leaned back against it saying by her very stance 'if you want to get out you've got to go through me'.

Jenny whirled again as two more women appeared from the gloom to move in behind her. She didn't recognise either but she did notice the blue paint slash and the blue scarf. Blue not red. 'Bloody hell Svetlana what have you done to precipitate this'.

'What's this all about' she demanded.

'Just you calm down girly. Someone wants to see you and she'll be here presently' replied Jaza.

Jenny could guess who that was going to be. The file had contained details of Svetlana's arrival in the prison three months before and the subsequent interview with the Governor. She had read how she'd picked the red team and snubbed the blue. She knew it would be Tess and that Tess was probably quite miffed with Svetlana for causing her to lose face within the closed prison society.

Jenny kicked backward viciously her foot thudding into the midriff of one of the women behind her dropping her to the cement floor. The second moved in and met a flying elbow to the temple sending her staggering back stunned. All this before Jaza could even lever herself from her position against the door.

The big black woman snarled and her arms outspread, lumbered forward. Jenny waited for her. Jaza was big and strong but not all that fast but if Jenny fell into the great arms she'd probably end up crippled. Jaza leapt forward but Jenny skipped to the side and kicked her in the groin. Jaza grunted but remained upright. The kick would have dropped most women but still she came on. They circled each other until Jaza tried again. Jenny skipped back out of reach and Jaza literally chased after her. Suddenly Jenny surged forward and dodging the grasping black talon like hands punched Jaza right on the nose with all the power she could muster. The black woman staggered and dropped to her knees. Jenny raced to the door, dragged the drop bar upward, flung the door open and dived out.

Straight into the gorilla like arms of Tess.

The great arms held her in a bear hug until Jenny stopped struggling. 'Going somewhere my dear Svetlana' asked Tess in a surprisingly cultured voice. 'Surly not before we've had our little talk'. With that she carried Jenny back into the dingy cell like room. Jaza rose from the floor snarling and glowering at the blonde then slammed the door shut with a death like finality and jammed the drop bar back down.

Tess looked into her eyes as she squeezed inexorably until Jenny's eyes bulged and the lack of oxygen caused her to blackout. Tess dropped her slack body like a sack of potatoes. By now all three women had recovered and stood waiting.

'String her up' said Tess.

All three grinned and advanced on the unconscious blonde.

Delilah leant her back nonchalantly against the bars blocking one of the exit corridors from the main prison area. She stared into space apparently paying no attention to anyone or anything. Two of her lieutenants kept watch quietly turning away anyone who approached. On the other side of the bars a guard stood facing away from her. About three feet separated them. Anyone watching them or not standing within six feet would have no idea that they were communicating with each other.

The guard, a big brutal looking woman, spoke quietly hardly moving her lips. Her hand rose every so often to scratch her face when she had to use a word that would cause her lips to move and all the time Dilly listened.

After five minutes the guard sauntered away. Dilly stayed for another minute then nodding to her lieutenants returned to her cell.

'Find Svetlana. She's going out'.

Jenny came round slowly and knew she was in dire trouble. Even with her eyes still closed she could tell quite a lot about her situation. Her hands were tied together. More over they were tied to something above her and she basically hung from her wrists. Her legs were tied apart, she couldn't tell how yet. She felt cold. Very cold. Naked cold. Very naked cold.

Someone slapped her. Hard. She snapped her eyes open. Jaza smirked at her then stepped back.

Tess looked up slowly and regarded her as if looking at an interesting specimen then rose and walked toward her. Jenny was amazed by the woman. She'd read about her and seen a picture of her face but she hadn't believed the preposterous description she'd read. Now she could see the description hardly did the gang boss justice. Her large lantern jawed head sat on a massive neck that joined to unnaturally huge shoulders. Her torso was long and thick but the whole massive top half sat on normal, even shorter than normal legs.

Tess circled her once inspecting her naked defenceless body before stopping in front of her. A large ham like paw reached out and softly cupped Jenny’s breast, holding it, savouring it’s texture and weight.

'Three months’ said Tess ‘that's how long we've waited. Three months. In all that time Dilly never left you unprotected, not once, not for a second and we couldn't find a way to get you into the privacy of our little playroom you see here. Until, that is, the visit by your Solicitor. It was a perfect set-up. Just a little word in the guards 'shell like' and you were alone. I'm still quite surprised you fell for it though, you've always been so careful in the past. Still let's not look a gift horse in the mouth shall we.'

Jenny cursed silently. She'd thought at the time it was unusual for the guard not to have escorted her back to the main prison but not being used to the routine she'd just followed instructions and now she was trapped and at the mercy of these insanely murderous criminals. She realised now Svetlana's picking of the red bloc had rankled more than she'd thought with Tess and the gang boss was going to take some sort of perverse pleasure in showing her just how much she was displeased.

Tess continued in a darker tone her fist closing until Jenny winced as her breast was crushed 'You had the choice you blonde bitch and you chose wrong. Well now you get to see what you've been missing. In a while you're going to beg us to let you entertain us but first how about a game of cards?'

Jenny stared at her confused as the conversation took an unexpected turn. 'What the hell is she talking about' she thought.

'It's a simple game really. I'll explain. The red cards are for pleasure so if a red suited card is drawn we get to enjoy giving you a little...stimulation. But the black cards, well sadly, those are for pain. If one of those is drawn...well I'll leave that to your imagination.'

'Mary you can be diamonds and Grace hearts. Jaza I know you'd just love to be both Clubs and Spades. The black felon smiled as wide as a shark. 'Oh by the way the aces are special but we'll demonstrate those when one gets drawn.'

Tess shuffled the pack and drew the first card ceremoniously turning over the 'Four of Diamonds'. Mary smiled happily. Grace grimaced. Jaza scowled.

'We can't find her.'

'What d'you mean you can't find her.'

The lieutenant looked sheepish. She shrugged. 'She went off to meet her Solicitor but she's not come back'.

'Is she still with him?'

'No he left some time ago. She's just gone.'

Dilly thought hard. 'Put out the word I want this prison turned upside down. Everyone drops what they're doing. Everyone searches. Damn well find her.'

Jenny watched wide eyed as Mary approached her and looked her up and down studying her body. 'Lets see if these are real shall we.' She stepped close to Jenny and slowly lifted her hands until they rested on her breasts then began to softy massage them. Jenny gasped and tried to wriggle away from the hands but the ropes didn't give her enough movement and Mary made sure she couldn't swing round by gripping her flesh harder holding her in place.

After a couple of minutes of moulding her soft warm tits Tess ordered her away. Jenny hung there her face slightly pink her breasts energised and excited by the woman’s knowing hands.

'The Six of Hearts' Tess proclaimed holding the next card aloft.

Grace moved forward and took up were Mary had left off tweaking and pulling on Jenny's nipples and massaging her big soft mammaries. Then she pushed Jenny’s tits upward, dipped her head, and engulfed the peak of one in her mouth sucking lustily before switching to give the other one similar treatment. Soft sucking slurping noises filled the room as Jenny writhed in her bindings.

'Enough' ordered Tess. Jenny swung by her wrists her breasts now beginning to redden and her nipples to feel hard as pebbles.

'Jack of Diamonds'. Jaza swore.

Mary advanced once more and reaching round Jenny with one hand gripped her plump left butt cheek. Holding her in place she cupped her other hand over Jenny's mons and began squeezing her rhythmically. Jenny groaned and writhed but couldn't shake the hands from her body. A finger slipped inside her love tunnel and began pumping her. Exploring her until she couldn't help but begin to moisten. Mary smirked as she felt the juices begin to flow covering her finger.

'Three of....' Tess hesitated building the tension. '...Clubs'.

'We still can't find her.'

Dilly swore. She was becoming worried. Well, as worried as a psychotic gang boss could become. Jenny, her cell mate, had disappeared which was a good trick inside a prison.

Her brow furrowed and she considered then said 'Right bring me a blue. Anyone just get one of them in here now.'

The lieutenant looked worried now. To take such a step was tantamount to declaring war. Fights were OK. Both sides understood that disagreements would break out now and then but to deliberately take one of the opposition could precipitate a monumental conflagration and escalate into something they would all regret.

She took her own life in her hands and asked 'Are you sure you want to do that Dilly. There's no knowing what Tess'll do when she finds out.'

'Dilly turned her hardest dead eyed stare on the unfortunate woman and in a voice of dripping venom spat 'Get me a fucking Blue and do it right fucking now.'

The woman nodded nervously and rushed from the cell glad to be out of the laser beam stare of her boss.

Jaza shouted 'About fucking time' and leapt up. She stalked the hanging naked blonde before gripping Jenny’s left tit in a great black hand and squeezing it cruelly gripping the nipple between her blunt black thumb and forefinger. Putting her face right against Jenny's she snarled ' We’ll save these for something special a little later but I'll teach you to best me girl.’

Jenny stared at the big black woman as she stooped to take something from a tool box on the floor. Jaza kept the item hidden as she slowly walked around the blonde. Tess and the other women grinned. They knew her M.O. and although she was steaming with pent up hated she would stretch out the wait building anxiety in her victim.

With a loud crack the leather strap bit into Jenny's butt. Jenny grunted and jerked. A thick red line appeared across the tender white flesh. Jaza wandered round her slowly. Jenny did her best to keep the big black woman in her sight but she passed behind her again. Jaza hit her. Jenny jerked but the bindings held her biting into her wrists as she gently swung. She gritted her teeth determined not to cry out. The third slashing blow crossed both the first two stripes. The fourth followed then the fifth in quick succession. Jenny jumped as the skin on her butt turned redder and her plumb cheeks shuddered under the assault. If it had been dark her ass would have given off a healthy red glow.

Ten times Tess allowed Jaza to smash the wide belt against Jenny's plump flesh before calling the sadistic woman off.

Jenny hung groaning her ass on fire and streaked with red lines from the slashing leather.

The first Blue cracked quickly but knew nothing. 'Get me a higher up' ordered Dilly.

The next one, a rat faced old lag, stared sullen and defiant as Dilly interrogated her simply staring back at her, dumb insolence in her eyes. Dilly smiled. The woman blanched slightly. She imagined that the smile was similar to the last thing ever seen by a seal as the Killer Whale came for it. She stiffened her resolve and still defied the Red Boss.

Dilly held out her hand and her lieutenant slapped an evil looking pair of pliers in to it. 'Now I'll ask you this one last time. Where is Svetlana?'

The screams were short lived.

'Ace of Hearts' pronounced Tess gleefully. Jenny slowly swung by her wrists her eyes closed in misery her butt burning and throbbing with pain.

Suddenly hands grabbed her round the waist and pulled her hips forward. Before she could react a long thick object was rammed into her vagina. She shrieked but couldn't stop the object forcing it's way inside her. Mary stared into her wide open eyes. 'Amazing what we can make in the machine shop' she said conversationally. Jenny stared down between her naked breasts. Mary was wearing a makeshift strap-on and the long wooden column fixed to the front of it was now buried inside her pussy. She couldn't do a thing to help herself. Her legs were tied apart and she couldn't close them to protect her naked pussy from the wooden phallus. Mary jerked her hips every few seconds. The thrusts kept Jenny occupied so she didn't spot Grace approaching her silently from the rear. If she had she'd have screamed herself horse. Mary gripped her butt cheeks and jerked her hips forward. Jenny bit her lip as the wood penetrated her.

Suddenly Grace moved up behind Jenny and slammed her own long thin column of wood straight into her rectum. Jenny went crazy writhing and shouting as she was penetrated a second time. Both grinning Blue prisoners hung on to the agonised squirming blonde until she ran out of steam and the pain in her wrists became so bad she had to stop thrashing about.

They smirked. It wasn't the first time they'd done this. Sometimes it was a punishment decreed by Tess but other times they'd had willing victims to play with.

Grace grabbed two fistfuls of long blonde hair and pulled Jenny's head right back until she was staring at the ceiling past her own bound wrists. Mary meanwhile seized each of the giant globes of Jenny's breasts in her hands until her fingers sank into the softness, her nails digging in painfully.

Jenny grunted as Mary thrust forward then pulled back. Grace followed and Jenny grunted in pain again. They started a well practiced rhythm. Mary surged forward splitting Jenny's pussy with the polished wood dildo then as she pulled back Grace thrust forward impaling the struggling writhing blonde in her burning throbbing ass. Jenny grunted or groaned with each forceful punching insertion of the hard uncaring wooden columns into her defenceless body.

Tess and Jaza laughed out loud as the woman tormented the hanging big breasted blonde. Jenny was running out of energy. She'd struggled and writhed about so much she was to tired to resist them anymore. Sweat seeped from her forehead as she hung now only moving as one or other of the woman slammed their dildo inside her.

Grace nodded to Mary and together they pulled back then as one surged forward slamming their hips together with the blonde trapped between them. Jenny screamed and arched her back in agony as both wooden columns simultaneously impaled her pussy and anus. She jerked and writhed as they went to town on her, pounding into her, showing no mercy, no tenderness, just callous unfeeling hatred.

Tess allowed them to continue for another two minutes then called then off. They slowly agonisingly withdrew the slick wooden columns from the blondes body leaving her sweating and hanging from her wrists.

'Ace of Clubs. Oh bad luck my dear. Two aces in succession. What a terrible shame'

Jaza chuckled, her eyes wide and wild, she walked over to the tool box. She rummaged around for a few seconds before finding what she was searching for then stepped back removing something to small to see. Jenny's heavy lidded eyes looked up as Jaza stood before her.

'No more...please' she pleaded.

Jaza laughed out loud again and brought her hand up to show Jenny just what she'd found in the box.

Jenny's eyes widened with fear. 'No...no...you can't...please...no'.

Jaza held the object up before the blondes frightened eyes. The dim light glinted on the slender two inch stainless steel needle.

Dilly and eight of her gang stormed down the corridor. It had taken them time to get the barred gates leading to the administration block opened. She snatched open the door and charged down the stairs two at a time. At the bottom a Blue sat in front of the big metal door smoking quietly. She leapt up as they entered but was grabbed before she'd got three yards.

The booming thud on the door drew Tess's gaze away from what Jaza was doing. A second boom shook the door. Mary rose as a third boom echoed through the room. In the background Jenny moaned piteously. At the fourth she got the nod from Tess and lifted the drop bar. The door exploded inward knocking Mary to the floor as Dilly and her gang boiled into the room. A swift kick to the head and Mary stayed down. Grace was buried under three of the Red gang screaming and biting only to get a knee in the stomach that whooshed the air from her lungs and a scything great punch turned her lights out.

Jaza threw herself at Dilly snarling but the gang boss was ready for her and sidestepped neatly. As Jaza's momentum took her past Dilly raised her arm and brained her with a cosh. She thudded to the cement floor.

Tess meanwhile was surrounded by the remaining five of the gang. She seemed like a great bear being baited by hounds as one of them would dart forward to attack her rear only to retreat as she turned to face them. Then another would attack and she'd turn once more.

Dilly cut Jenny down and caught her as she slumped. Gently she lowered her to the floor cradling her in her arms while she shivered with shock and tears streaked her cheeks. Dilly was a murderous psychotic killer but now she was tenderness itself as she stroked Jenny's hair. Dilly looked round the small room. Tess was still being kept at bay. She'd clubbed one of her attackers unconscious but they’d been strengthened by a couple of the gang who'd taken out Grace.

Dilly indicated to the last of the gang to take care of Jenny.

She rose and with a word called off the dogs from around Tess. The big woman relaxed and smiled. 'So it's come to this then has it Delilah. You and me. Well I suppose it was inevitable that we'd lock horns sometime, but one on one. Are you sure?'

Dilly stared at her coldly.

Tess laughed again and stretched her great arms out wide. The six foot woman seemed to expand to fill the room and tower over everyone there but Dilly just looked at her calmly standing with her arms behind her back.

Tess advanced. 'Now little one. Why don't you come and give your Aunty Tess a great big hug.'

Dilly waited unmoving as the giantess strode toward her. Her great muscular arms ready to crush the life from her. A gasp went up as Dilly stepped forward to meet Tess. It looked certain suicide. Tess would rend her asunder with her grasping talon like hands, rip her to shreds, break her bones, leave her a crippled mewling wretch.

The punch started from Dilly's right knee and accelerated upward with all the power she could muster from her five foot four frame. Her fist contacted flush on Tess's lantern jaw.

Tess had seen it coming and not even bothered to dodge. There was no way this tiny woman could do her the slightest damage. At least this would have been the case had Dilly's right fist not been encased in nearly a quarter pound of brass.

As Mary had said. 'It amazing what we can make in the machine shop' and brass knuckle dusters were a very popular item. The thunk as brass met jaw echoed round the room and Tess pitched forward.

Dilly was very proud of her knuckles. She had commissioned these specially. On the front raised letters had been cast. The next time Tess looked in a mirror the letters tattooed across her jaw would stare back at her as a reminder of just who was top dog. The letters 'BIG D' would forever remind her just who ruled now. She was unconscious before she was halfway to the ground.

The gang looked at Dilly in awe. They'd been convinced she was a dead woman walking but now she'd defeated Tess and she would rule the whole joint unopposed.

Jenny was being helped from the room when Dilly said 'What are all those spots of blood on you'.

Jenny looked down at herself then nodded at Jaza. 'She used a needle'.

Dilly's face hardened and she ushered Jenny from the room then turned back and pointed to her chief lieutenant. 'Is there a hammer in that box'.

The woman looked and nodded.

Dilly turned a gaze of pure evil on the unconscious form of Jaza. 'Both thumbs. Make sure she never holds a needle ever again' then swept from the room.

Chapter Sixteen.

Madam Elsa von Kleiner dialled the number she'd been given. Eventually she was passed through and heard the clipped precise tones of Colonel Olga Vlad. 'Speak’ it said imperiously.

Kleiner told Vlad that all was set. Svetlana Rostov would be free in three days time. Preparations had been made. Nothing would interfere with the Colonel's plan.

'And you have checked on the British Agents body?'

'Err...No. Not as such but she was drowned for sure. Her body still resides at the bottom of the Well.'

Vlad's silence spoke volumes. Kleiner knew she was in trouble.

'Check the Well and report back in exactly one hour'.

'Yes Col...' but the phone went dead.

Kleiner shouted orders and eventually Noble was lowered down into the cold wet darkness of the well. He went down five times before he found the motor mower. Kleiner's face turned ashen at his news.

Her hand trembled as she re-dialled the number.

'Speak.'

Vlad listened in silence as Kleiner's voice trailed off. The mower's handle had been sawn through and the body was gone. Had she somehow escaped on her own. Surely not, she had been naked and had no tools available. Had MI5 sent in a team to retrieve their agent or had someone been waiting already submerged as she plunged into the depths.

No matter now. She knew what had to be done. For the next ten minutes she gave Kleiner exact and specific instructions.

Finally she finished 'Mark me well Madam. You have made one mistake. A second failure will be met with the ultimate penalty.'

Kleiner sat with the disconnected phone burring in her hand before she finally gathered herself and sent for Bloucher.

Two days later Jenny had recovered from her ordeal. The prison doctor had tutted over her injuries and treated her for shock with a sedative and forty eight hours tucked up in a nice warm bed.

Dilly looked up when Jenny entered their cell and smiled. 'Welcome back Svetlana. I was beginning to think you were going to miss your appointment'.

Jenny stared at her confused. 'Appointment.'

'Yes. It appears you have powerful friends on the outside. I have news for you.'

Dilly explained what was to happen the next day to the woman she thought was Svetlana Rostov not knowing she was in fact talking to a British Secret Service agent. Jenny listened attentively to the deceptively simple plan. If you can't get over the wall or under the wall or through the wall then persuade them to let you out through the front door. It was brutal in it's simplicity.

'So you'll be leaving tomorrow.' said Dilly.

Jenny nodded 'So it seems.'

'Then tonight will be our last night together.'

Jenny kept her face perfectly still 'Yes.' she said slowly fearful of where this was leading. She'd read the file on Dilly and Svetlana and knew Dilly had somehow persuaded the prison administration to switch Svetlana to be her cellmate.

Her worst fears were confirmed as Delilah Flint pulled back the blanket on her bunk and moved to stand close to Jenny. She could feel the breath on her face as the gang leader said 'Then I think we should make it one to remember my love' and slipping a hand to the back of Jenny's neck drew her face down to hers.

They came for her the next morning. Two guards, mean and sullen as usual, but with an undercurrent of something else. Something more like fear. In a small room she was given civilian clothes which she changed into then the two led her out of through the admin block to the main Prison gates. One of them opened the small door within a door for her to leave. Just like that.

Just as Jenny was about to step through the door one of the guards spoke in a surprisingly small almost quivering voice.

'Tell them we did as they said.'

Jenny turned and stared into eyes no longer sullen but now almost on the verge of tears. 'What?'

'Tell them...tell them we did everything they told us.'

Still confused Jenny nodded 'Err...alright.'

'Tell them to send our kids back...Please miss.'

So that was the plan. Simple but brutal. Brutally simple. Kidnap the guards children and they'd do anything.

What could she say. Empty words of comfort. Promises she couldn't keep. Something surely.

'I'll tell them. Try not to worry. I'll tell them you did everything.'

Sadly Jenny stooped and stepped through the small door out of the prison and into the outside world. A taxi stood waiting. As she got in it started off not waiting for a destination from her, obviously part of the plan. Twenty minutes later after a route only a cab driver with the 'knowledge' would know and be able to follow it stopped outside long row of terraced houses. Jenny stepped out and the taxi took off leaving her standing on the pavement.

The dark mouth of an alley led through the block. She walked down it quickly, her heals clicking on the paving slabs and echoing off the walls. Passing through a wooden gate at the end she turned and secured an oversized padlock as per Dilly's instructions and walked on through to a road running along the other side of the block.

A black Mercedes sat waiting. In the front seats two men in black suits wearing black sunglasses.

'Jesus' she thought 'I'm being sprung by the fucking Blues Brothers.'

The passenger reached back and opened the rear door of the car.

Jenny stood unmoving.

He turned and said in a gruff voice 'Get in.'

Firmly Jenny replied 'Have you released the children?'

He turned to look at her. 'Get in'.

Even more firmly she said 'Make the call.'

'Get in' he repeated.

'Make the call or I walk.'

Still he sat looking at her.

Jenny turned and started to walk away.

'Wait' he said.

She turned and regarded him steadily.

He sighed and took out a mobile phone and dialled a number. A few quick words then he rang off.

He looked at her again then reached out to take hold of the door handle.

She stared at him seeing nothing but her own reflection in the dark glasses then after a few seconds nodded and ducked her head to get into the rear of the car. He closed the door none to gently and returned to get in the front.

'Put on the wig and the glasses.'

Beside her on the back seat she found a long black wig which she put on completely hiding her own distinctive blonde hair and a pair of wrap around dark glasses. She put the glasses on and realised the lenses had been painted over with black paint and she was totally blind. The radio suddenly blared out and the car smoothly surged forward. The noise of the music meant she wasn't going to be able to detect any distinctive sounds like ferry whistles or train tunnels and the glasses prevented her from seeing any landmarks. They were taking no chances and she had no way of knowing or finding out where they were taking her. She was on her own with this one. Completely on her own in the hands of criminals with no chance of help or rescue.

Unable to use her eyes Jenny wasn't to know the route they took. First north from London out to the M25 then turning East round and over the sweeping Thames River Crossing bridge named after Queen Elizabeth II and once into Kent South East into the heart of the county known as the Garden of England.

Eventually the car slowed and turned sharply. The sound of tyres on tarmac changed to the scrunch of tyres on gravel. In the back Jenny listened and surmised they'd reached their destination and turned into a driveway. They came to a halt and the familiar gruff voice informed her she could remove the glasses. Stepping out of the car she found herself before a large Edwardian ivy covered Manor House. Only two stories but the many windows on each wing told her this was a very expensive and substantial property.

Turning she noted the drive and grounds were completely surrounded by high trees. She couldn't see a single chink in the greenery allowing her any clue as to their location. Another gruff command ordered her inside and she followed one of the men through the large ornate wooden front door into a well lit hallway while the second man brought up the rear keeping her bracketed between them. When directed she turned and found herself in a large comfortable living room. Behind her the door closed and she thought she was alone.

Bookcases lined one side of the room and pictures, ornaments, stuffed animals and plates all hung in the remaining spaces not taken up by doors or the large picture window facing out onto the drive. The furniture was all good quality, a high backed swivel chair, a sofa and some big armchairs arranged around a grand fireplace. Jenny had just decided to get herself a drink from the bottles she could see in a cabinet when the swivel chair began to turn.

Jenny stared down. The menacing black hole of the Colt 45's muzzle pointing straight between her eyes looked like it was the size of a railway tunnel. She finally tore her gaze away and looked up into a familiar face.

'So we meet again Agent Jenny Richards of the British Secret Service' intoned Frau Bloucher.

Chapter Seventeen.

Jenny froze and fought desperately to keep her face devoid of any reaction while underneath her brain worked feverishly. How could they have found out. What had given her away. She had no way of knowing. She had only one option left to her. With the best haughty and disdainful expression she could manage she stared coldly back at Bloucher and replied firmly 'My name is Svetlana Rostov. You should know of this having just removed me from the women’s prison I have been kept in for the last three months.'

Bloucher stared hard at her trying to see through her expression. She'd seen the real Jenny Richards and she couldn't believe that this identical blonde could be someone entirely different.

'We shall see' she finally replied coldly sneering. 'Sit' she said pointing to one of the armchairs.

The gun muzzle followed her as Jenny sat and gazed steadily back at Bloucher while faining complete disinterest.

The German woman removed a piece of paper from a pocket then demanded 'State your full name'.

Jenny sighed as if the interrogation was meaningless and below her dignity but eventually deigned to reply. 'Svetlana Anastasia Helena Rostov'.

'State your mothers maiden name'. Unbidden an image rose from Svetlana's memory, the face of a grey haired careworn older woman.

'Valentina Helena Antonova'.

'Father?'

'Valery Anatoly Rostov'.

Bloucher stared at her coldly once more. 'State the name of your immediate superior'.

From Svetlana's memories the name Colonel Olga Vlad swam to the surface accompanied Jenny noticed by a curious mixture of feelings engendered by the name. Fear certainly, some distaste but also a certain sexual arousal tingled in her bowels'.

She opened her mouth to give the name but then stopped just in time. Damn the woman it was a trick. No Russian agent would ever name her controller to an outsider. She stared stonily back at Bloucher her lips compressed together.

Bloucher waited until it became obvious the woman was not going to answer. 'She swore to herself. Her orders had been clear. Had the blonde given any response, whether true or false, she was to shoot her dead without a seconds hesitation.

Bloucher smirked nastily over the next question 'Who is Comrade Victor Ludenko?'

The memory rose and Jenny felt her cheeks flush. She had no choice but to answer. 'He is the head of Section K'.

'And he taught you what?'

Jenny hesitated then quietly replied 'Oral pleasuring'.

'Again. Please'.

'Oral pleasuring' Jenny repeated louder.

'Explain' Bloucher pressed.

'He was the officer responsible for ensuring my oral skills for pleasuring a man were...adequate'.

Bloucher smirked. 'He taught you to suck cock' she gleefully teased the blonde hoping to humiliate her.

'How long did the lessons take?'

'Every day for two weeks.'

'You were a slow learner? Did you think two weeks was necessary'

'I...did what was required of me' Jenny replied but Svetlana's memory made it quite clear the man had used his power over her to force her to service him for as long as he could. Bringing her back every night, making her kneel before him and use her lips and tongue and mouth on him until he expended his seed insisting she never spill a drop. The memory of a familiar taste filled her head and disgustingly her mouth watered.

Bloucher grinned at the blondes discomfort.

'What colour was Big Joe?'

Jenny snapped out of her embarrassed silence. What?...Who was Big Joe? She concentrated trying to bring Svetlana’s memories to the surface. Slowly an image began to form. Not of a person but of an object. Slowly Jenny began to realise why she had felt the combination of distaste and sexual arousal when the name of Olga Vlad had come to her. 'Big Joe wasn't a man it was the nickname Vlad had given to her strap-on dildo.

'Black' she replied her cheeks burning.

Bloucher smirked 'And why was it called Big Joe and what was your superior's favourite saying about it?'

This was a tricky one. Would a Russian agent admit her superior had made a statement, even in private, denigrating one of Russia's greatest heroes. Was he in or out of favour this year. It was so difficult to keep track of who was a hero and who was now a traitor of the Communist Party. They changed so often. Then Jenny realised it didn't matter. Bloucher was just trying to humiliate her some more and didn't really care about the answer.

'The dildo was called Big Joe because the face of Comrade Josef Stalin was carved on the end and my superior used to say 'Dead fifty years but he's still fucking the Russian people'.

Bloucher laughed out loud.

Jenny flushed then decided it was time to exert some independence. Giving her voice a slight Russian accent she said 'Why are you asking me these questions? Could it be that you are unsure as to whether I am the real Svetlana Rostov and not in fact the British Agent. It therefore follows that you have failed to eliminate the British Agent'. Then driving the nail home she said 'I am sure the Colonel will not be pleased with your performance'.

Bloucher stopped laughing abruptly. Jenny smiled inwardly. The barb had hit home and the German woman had the good grace to look a little sheepish.

'You will be staying here until the Britisher is located'.

'Bloody good luck' thought Jenny stifling her own laughter.

Some time later she was shown to a room on the ground floor. It contained a single bed, small wardrobe and a chest of drawers with some clothes inside. It was obvious the clothes had been obtained at short notice and probably by a man. The lock on the door had been hastily added as an afterthought as well but It was still capable of keeping it locked. Jenny studied it when no one was watching her. Just a simple mortise lock like on a front door. Yale key type so if you pushed the door closed it locked automatically. The difference was the opener was on the outside so with the door closed she would be locked in.

She also had a small en-suit bathroom with just a sink, toilet and shower. A few toiletries were laid out on a towel on the top of the toilets cistern. The whole set-up told Jenny that they hadn't expected to have her as a guest for any length of time. The discovery of her missing body must have come only recently to have caused all this hasty planning.

During the day the door was left open so she could wander in and out but she was told sternly that the upper floor was out of bounds and the guards would enforce this with deadly force. This also applied to outside the house.

That evening Jenny had just sat down in the dining room when she heard the distinctive sound of tyres on gravel as a car pulled up outside. She heard the front door open and words being exchanged. Angry words. Whoever had arrived didn't seem pleased at the news of her arrival at all or the fact she would be here for a while. Within a minute the dinning room door opened and Jenny saw the homes owner for the first time.

It must be something they're putting in the water she thought to herself. The man who entered had to duck to avoid the top of the door frame. He was huge. Not fat but muscular. Six foot six tall he had a shock of black hair. Too black for his age she thought possible mid forties. His face and probably the rest of him was tanned, again too tanned, possibly out of a bottle more likely from a sun bed. His clothes were expensive and expertly cut to hang beautifully on his unnatural frame.

His face was brutally handsome but the eyes were black and hard. He exuded arrogance and power. He was rich, successful and he owned the house and all the guards who patrolled around it.

She stood to face him and he slowly gazed up and down her body obviously appreciating what he saw. Lucky these clothes are unflattering she thought.

He stepped forward offering his hand. 'Victor Latham my dear. I'm told we are to have the pleasure of your company for a short time. I hope your stay will be a comfortable one. Please feel free to avail yourself of my home.'

Jenny shook his hand, her tiny hand engulfed in his great paw. 'Svetlana Rostov and Thank you Mr. Latham. I'm sure I will'.

'Victor, please. Victor my dear Svetlana. Let us dispense with the formalities' he smiled ingratiatingly at her. She felt like her teeth had started to itch just being in his presence. He was 'Oily' but in a well cut suit.

Thankfully the meal arrived and Victor excused himself while she ate.

She sat thinking after the meal about what she had to accomplish. She needed to find out where she was. The dark glasses had thrown her and she had seen no way so far of identifying the house. The view from the small window in her room was just as uninformative as the one out of the front of the house. A high Leylandii hedge cut off all views from the ground floor. Maybe the upper floor would provide a view but that was out of bounds and always guarded during the day.

That night they locked her in her room to sleep. She was disgusted with the nightwear they’d provided. The skimpy negligee was short, low cut and tightly stretched across her bosom. ‘Typical bloody men’ she thought. Some of the guards had given her the eye and she was afraid Victor might try something but she spent a restful undisturbed night.

The following morning she tried to be close to the front door when she saw the postman arrive but at the last second one of the guards intercepted him and took the mail from him before he could push it through the letter box where Jenny had hoped to see the address printed on one of the envelopes.

Thwarted she contrived to search the ground floor but to no avail. She could find no clue as to her location. If they took her out of the house the same way they'd brought her in she'd lose her opportunity and the gang and it's leader would slip through her fingers.

That afternoon after lunch she was ordered back into her room. It seemed that Victor and his minions had a prior engagement and weren't prepared to allow her presence to disrupt their plans. Bloucher herself had already been recalled by Kleiner so Jenny was to be locked up alone in the house.

As she entered the room she turned shielding the lock with her body and asked 'How long will they be gone do you think'. As she spoke she slipped part of an eraser into the mortise.

'How should I know' the guard snapped 'get in there and stop wasting my time'.

As the door closed Jenny swiftly knelt and taking a knife she'd slipped from the dinner table gently rapped on the lock plate mimicking the sound of the tenon driving home locking the door. She listened carefully to the sounds of preparation until finally she heard the sound of the front door slamming and a car driving off. She was alone and she had prepared for this.

She waited for nearly half an hour. It would be criminal if she got out of the room only to be caught when they returned having forgotten some piece of equipment but eventually she knelt again by the lock took the knife and began to work on the half closed tenon. Eventually the knife caught and she gently levered the tenon back and pulled the door open.

Silently, hardly breathing she listened. No sound came so she eased out of the room. Even though she was alone and there was no-one there to hear she still moved silently, cat like, trying not to make any noise.

The stairs to the upper floor beckoned and she began to climb. A stair creaked and she stopped afraid of raising an alarm. Nothing. She advanced on to the landing and made toward the first door.

The cough when it came sounded all the louder in the silence. Jenny whirled. Bloucher stood there smiling at her.

Jenny backed off as the German muscle woman advanced, confident in her ability, confident since the last time she'd fought the British Agent and won easily.

Jenny felt sick. For all their preparation Bloucher hadn't believed she was really Svetlana and had laid this trap.

Bloucher advanced.

Suddenly Jenny cowered and cried 'Don't hurt me...please not again'.

Bloucher laughed. 'Kleiner’s not here to save you this time you British swine'.

She attacked. Flowing beautifully she flicked out iron hard hands and feet trying to repeat the tactic she'd used the first time they’d fought. It would only be a short time before she reduced the blonde to a jabbering defenceless wreck, muscles numbed, resolve destroyed, only able to beg incoherently for her life, unable to stop the inevitable final killing blow. But not before Bloucher had had her fun. She'd beat her to a pulp before allowing her the final release from the pain.

Two, three, four minutes they fought until a slight nagging doubt began to creep into the back of Bloucher’s mind. The fight had gone how it had before. Her attacking blows stunning nerves, joints, muscles. At least that's what should have happened but by some method she couldn't quite understand the blonde seemed to be able to resist her. Every time a blow looked like landing, shredding nerve and pulverising muscle she somehow managed by a lucky move to minimise the effect. A last desperate dodge made strikes miss by millimetres or a wildly throw arm would deflect a blow instead of allowing it to thud home. Suddenly Bloucher rushed forward determined to end it. The blonde had cowered back before every attack retreating before the storm of blows. Bloucher deliberately aimed long hoping to catch her opponent as she moved away.

Jenny sprang forward fast inside Bloucher’s swinging karate chop. She closed and threw her arms around the Germans waist and wound her leg in a grapevine around one of the Germans legs. Then she jammed her head under Bloucher’s chin forcing her head high and with all her strength pushed. Pushed with all her might, desperation, determination and fear giving extra power to her athletic thigh muscles.

Together both women toppled towards the floor.

In an instant Bloucher's trained fighters brain analysed the situation. She was falling backwards with the Britisher on top of her but she knew she could easily absorb the impact on her broad shoulders with no damage then things would change. The blondes arms would be trapped beneath her while she had many options open to her. If her leg became free she could easily close her massively powerful thighs about the blondes slim waist and then slowly lovingly watch as she squeezed the life from her. Or more likely two thumbs to the cartoid artery. Ten seconds of intense pain, unconsciousness after twenty, dead in thirty. Or maybe thumbs to the eyes then watch as the shrieking, blinded agent stumbled around while she watched her piteous begging before deigning to put her out of her misery. Bloucher could see no danger.

Jenny reached upward and grabbed the German by the hair and yanked viciously downward tipping Bloucher’s head back sharply. Suddenly Bloucher realised the danger and desperately threw her arms out to break her fall but at the last instant Jenny bent her elbows outward catching Bloucher’s arms. The two women crashed to the floor. The full weight of Bloucher and Jenny smashed the top of Bloucher’s head into the floor. A sickening thud was followed by an even more sickening squelching crunch.

Jenny leapt up her fist raised to finish it but she held her strike as she saw the Germans quiet sightless eyes staring back at her.

She rolled off the dead woman gasping for breath trembling as a reaction to the effort, danger and the death.

Suddenly she realised she needed to do something before Victor and the gang reappeared. Gripping Bloucher’s collar she dragged the dead body to the top of the stairs. Sitting the corpse on the top step she pushed her as hard as she could sending her toppling, bumping, tumbling down the long staircase. Bloucher boneless body stopped near the bottom sprawled in an undignified position legs splayed arms bent.

Back to the top Jenny surveyed the scene. Bloucher had left no blood on the floor and they'd broken no ornaments or disturbed any furniture during their fight so satisfied she moved back to the head of the stairs and knelt down. Gripping the edge of the carpet she tugged until it ripped free of the grippers underneath leaving an edge sticking up. Hopefully they'd conclude Bloucher had caught her foot at the top and unable to stop herself had tumbled down the stairs. It was the best she could do at short notice.

Jenny raced to the bottom of the staircase and stepping carefully over the body returned to her room. Removing the eraser from the mortise she closed the door locking herself inside once more. Stripping off her shirt in the bathroom she studied herself in the mirror. Red grazes and the start of some bruises could be seen on her arms where Bloucher had made contact or she'd had to deflect blows that otherwise would have crippled her. She checked her head and neck to make sure no injuries could be seen then washed her face and returned to the bedroom and took out a long sleeved sweater to replace the shirt. Then with a sigh she sank down into a yoga position and began to try to calm her nerves. Soon Victor would return.

She didn't have to wait long. Familiar noises could be heard of a car on gravel and the front door being opened. Jenny sprang off the bed where she'd been resting and moved toward the door. Suddenly the expected shout erupted as one of the guards discovered Bloucher’s body. Running feet and worried voices sounded until Victor arrived and ordered silence. Jenny banged on the door of her room and shouted 'Let me out, let me out' then jumped back as someone rattled the door to her room and a voice said 'No. Still locked'. She listened quietly now.

A key turned in the lock and her door was thrown open. Immediately she rushed forward and said 'What's happened. What was that noise?'

The guard ordered her out and took her to where Victor was waiting at the foot of the stairs. She stared down at Bloucher’s body now stiff and cold.

'What happened?' demanded Victor.

'I don't know' replied Jenny. 'I was in my room resting. Then about an hour after you left I heard a cry and a terrible thumping then silence. I banged on my door but no one came and I couldn't get out to help could I'.

Victor stared at her hard. Then switched his gaze to the guard. He shrugged. 'The door was locked when we left I locked it myself and it was still locked just now'.

Suddenly another guard shouted from the top of the stairs. 'The carpets up at the top here. Could easily trip someone up'.

Victor looked from the guard to the body then to Jenny unsure.

She said nothing. Let him work it out himself.

Eventually Victor made a decision. 'Alright you two' he said pointing at two guards. 'Move her to the shed out back. I've got a call to make. Svetlana back to your room for now please'.

Back inside her small room Jenny sat on the bed thinking. That bastard Bloucher still hadn't believed she was Svetlana and now Victor was suspicious. On top of that she'd still not been able to find out where the house was and she'd collected a bunch of bruises for her trouble. She'd have to try again.

Eventually she was allowed out for an evening meal but quickly returned afterwards. The house appeared quiet but the tension was evident. Victor was preoccupied and the guards stayed clear of him.

Later that evening Victor knocked and entered her room. 'It appears your stay with us is coming to an end. You will be leaving us in the morning. I have been instructed to pass you on to your people. You will be told of your mission by them'.

He turned to leave and Jenny followed him to the door. As he turned to close it she stepped forward and said 'Thank you for everything. I'm so sorry about the woman. I thought she'd left?'

Victor looked troubled by the question. 'For some reason she still wasn't convinced about you. But that's someone else’s problem now you're leaving'. He was glad to be rid of her. This spying stuff was not for him. Give him good honest criminal every time. He pushed the door closed.

Jenny lay on the bed. She'd got to try again and tonight would be her last opportunity. They were bound to use the painted glasses again to make sure she couldn't identify her location and she'd lose this part of the pipeline. The downstairs had revealed nothing. She'd have to try the upper floor.

She smiled. The eraser was back in the lock.

Chapter Eighteen.

The house was silent as Jenny worked the lock once more and opened her door. She silently padded toward the stairs being extra careful they didn't creek as she climbed them. At the top she silently looked at the row of closed doors. She padded to the first and painstakingly eased it open. An empty bedroom, she found nothing and silently left closing the door.

The same with the next and the next.

The next door opened smoothly and immediately Jenny realised something was different. In the darkness she tried to determine what it was. Suddenly the light clicked on and she squinted in the sudden brightness. From the bed Victor looked at her.

He leapt out of the bed dressed in just stripy pyjama bottoms. 'Svetlana. What are you doing here. What are you looking for'.

Jenny thought furiously. Bathroom? She'd got her own. Munchies? The kitchen was downstairs. There was only one option and she'd got to be quick about it before he realised that if she could get out of her locked room now she could have got out of her locked room when Bloucher was killed.

In her short life Jenny had never had to use her sexuality to attract a man. Just the opposite in fact because generally they flocked to her like moths to a flame. She would more normally deliberately dress dowdily to discourage men. The problem went away to some extent when she'd married John soon after leaving school. But now the drastic situation called for drastic measures.

She turned a smouldering gaze on the tall man facing her. The light gleamed off the plains and hollows of his sculptured totally hairless torso. His arms looked to have been made from footballs, great hulking muscles bulged from his biceps. The Huge slabs of muscle of his upper chest and pectorals sat above a stomach of ridges. More a twelve pack than a six. His upper body seemed to be triangular in shape. Massive shoulders narrowed down to a slender waist. His arms hanging down were so heavily muscled and veined that he couldn't pull then into his sides so he looked not unlike a cowboy always ready to draw his six shooters in a gun fight.

He watched her warily, still suspicious, as slowly she licked her full lips and began to walk toward him, sensually stalking him as a panther stalks its prey. Unnoticed she slipped open the belt of the robe she was wearing allowing it to fall apart revealing the tightly packed lacy negligee she wore underneath. Her long tanned legs stretched out. She pointed her toes like a runway model pacing until she stood close to him but not yet touching him.

'Can't you guess' she breathed softly.

Victor looked at her, calculating, still suspicious. He gulped and answered 'Err...no'.

Her big doe eyes captured his holding him hypnotised. 'Don't you realise what I need' she breathed huskily.

'Err...' he replied intelligently.

Jenny moved closer still until her breasts pressed against him. One great chest pressed against another. Her flesh bulged upward from the neckline of the negligee and he felt her warm breath on his face. 'Can't you tell, Victor. I've been locked up in a women’s prison for over three months. Can't you imagine what I've been missing, can't you guess what I'm looking for, what I'm desperate for Victor?'

She might as well have poured a freezing cold bucket of pheromones straight down his trousers. Latham's groin sent urgent messages, priority one messages, I don't give a toss if the house is on fire messages to his brain. His libido crept up behind his scepticism, mugged it with a sand filled sock, tied it's hands and feet with his common sense and stuffed them both behind his subconscious where they couldn't interfere.

He reached for her enclosing her in his great arms. Her cool hand reached up and stroked the back of his neck and pulled him down until his lips met hers.

He wasn't a gentle man by nature. A career criminal boss can never show weakness. The hardness in his eyes was matched by his actions. He'd ordered legs broken and broken them himself on occasion. He ravaged her lips with his own sucking, probing lustily. He ripped the towelling robe from her then resumed their passionate embrace their mouths smacking together.

Jenny was taken aback by the lustful assault as the big man ravished her. The negligee ripped as he desperately tore it loose. A great hand flowed down her now naked back and gripped her buttock while he forced his tongue further into her mouth. There was nothing she could do but endure his attack. Her breath snorted from her nose. A giant paw gripped her breast and squeezed. Fingers gripped her nipple and twirled it until eventually his initial lust calmed down and he broke the lip smacking contact.

They both stood back breathing hard then he gripped her shoulders and pushed her back to sit on the edge of the bed while he stood before her. His meaning was clear. Jenny reached for the waistband of his pyjamas and pulled the string. Slowly the cotton trousers slipped downward revealing his member. It was all she could do not to gasp out loud. He was huge and still only semi hard. A feeling of deja vu crept into her mind.

Trembling her tiny cool hands seized him and stroked up and down the long column of flesh. Gradually he hardened until nearly a foot of rock hard cock pointed upward. He placed his hand gently this time on the back of her head and urged her forward. Jenny hesitated not sure she could take such a monster but she'd allowed herself to fall into this situation and now she'd got to see it through. If Victor, for one second, became suspicious of her and thought about her out of her room all could be lost. Her life depended on keeping him so occupied that he didn't have time to think. She'd have to give her all and perform like never before.

Victor moaned quietly as her soft lips contacted his flesh. Soft butterfly kisses on his head and shaft. Her tongue licked him up and down. Gradually she increased the pressure covering him with slick wet saliva. Jenny opened her lips wide as slipped them over the head of his penis and took as much of him as she could without choking. Strangely the feeling of deja vu grew even stronger.

His hips pumped gently as he stared down at his penis thrust into the face of the gorgeous blonde. Her hands squeezed and pumped the parts of him not buried in her warm, wet sucking mouth. She backed off allowing him to pop from her stretched lips to lick the big purple head and gently nip him with her teeth. He groaned. She was as good, perhaps better, then any woman he'd ever had.

He pulled her hands from him and pushed her back to lie on the bed her hips hanging over the edge and knelt down on one knee. Pressing on the inside on her knees he spread her legs wide apart exposing the centre of her womanhood to his lust filled gaze. His base nature surfaced once more and he attacked her soft pink, aroused pussy ravaging it with his mouth, French kissing her cunt until she gasped and writhed.

When he felt she was sufficiently wet and aroused he lay on the bed beside her then pulled her over to lie on top of him. His experience with women had shown he was so big they felt better being in control the first time he entered them. Jenny looked down fearfully on him sticking proudly heavenward. Her hips straddled him. She gripped him with one cool hand and aimed the head positioning him at the entrance to her pussy and began to descend.

With her eyes shut tightly and her teeth clenched she felt him slowly entering her, stretching her pussy to the absolute limit. Down, down, an inch at a time she impaled herself on his column. She groaned as he scrapped across her most sensitive places.

He watched her as she fought to encompass him. This was the favourite time for him as the women grimaced as he stretched them for the first time. Some women couldn’t take him. Couldn’t stretch to encompass his great girth but Jenny had been married for eight years and was no virgin.

Jenny rose upward lifting herself off him then reversed back down taking even more of him inside her body. Back up then down some more, back then down. The sweat seeped from her forehead as she worked herself up and down on him. 'God he was built like a horse' the thought entered her head.

Suddenly it all came together. Kleiner, the phone call, the house, Victor, the massive member, the deja vu. She wasn't fucking Victor Latham. The man who's cock was buried deep inside her was Horace 'the horse' Norton. Without realising it she was fucking the very man she'd been hoping to find. The realisation was lost as the pleasure filled her. All else but the feelings from her pussy was erased from her mind as she tried to take this monster inside her stretched hot tunnel of love.

He reached for her shoulders and pressed down just as he slammed his hips upward. Jenny screamed and came hard. Her internal muscles gripped him inside her as she bathed him in her scalding hot juices. Her body shook and her hands gripped his chest as the orgasm permeated out from her womanhood to the rest of her body. He looked up wondrously as she shuddered and trembled and groaned above him.

She collapsed onto his great chest the breath rasping from her throat. He waited a few seconds. She'd had her fun now it was his turn. He rolled to the side until the blonde lay on her back. He loomed above her a hand on either side of her shoulders his great arms straight holding him above her. Jenny looked up fearfully but excited into the black hardness of his eyes as the monstrous muscle bound man stared down at her. He thrust slowly forward. Jenny groaned as he slipped into her, more easily now, entering her deeply. His hips withdrew then reversed and pushed forward again. Gradually he increased speed thrusting forward lancing into her body deeper and deeper.

Jenny's body rocked as the man slammed his hips back and forth. Suddenly he dropped down crushing her naked breasts to his chest. He gripped her, a hand on each shoulder from behind, holding her steady as he began pumping in earnest. Their grunts filled the air and the sweat on their bodies merged. Jenny wrapped her arms round his thick neck and her legs encircled his hips pressing him into her harder than ever. Their hips slapped loudly together.

Pistoning rhythmically, thrusting, grunting. 'Ugh, Ugh, Ugh' echoed round the room as they moved in harmony. He increased the speed slamming into her without mercy, harder, faster, thundering into her like a steam train. Their breathing stentorious now.

He reared upward and came. She gripped him like her life depended on it and felt him fill her. She orgasmed hard for the second time. Warmth spread from her abused pussy filling her whole body with the ultimate ecstasy.

Slowly the thrusting slowed and he slid out of her. Their breathing filled the room as he rolled off her both their chests expanded and contracted trying to fill their lungs with air.

They slept.

Jenny woke. In the early morning light the room wasn't anything special. Just a man's bedroom with no woman's touch to be seen. The bulk of him slept beside her snoring loudly. She sighed but smiled quietly. They'd put on quite a performance. But she was still only a little farther forward. She now knew Horace's new identity and what he looked like but she still didn't know the location of the house.

Throwing back the bed clothes, she padded to the adjoining bathroom. Finishing drying her hands she turned to return and there it was, the answer to her prayers. There was a phone on the wall. The first one she'd seen in the house. She'd seen the empty phone sockets downstairs and had assumed they'd all been taken out when they'd been told to hold her here. But they didn't expect her to have access to the upper floors.

Silently she picked up the receiver and dialled her own home number. As her answer phone picked up she quietly replaced the receiver. That was it. No more needed. When she got free of them she simply had to get the phone company to trace the call and they'd have the houses location. She'd used her own phone number just on the off chance someone retrieved the number she'd phoned. If they got the headquarters of MI5 they’d probably be a mite suspicious.

She walked back into the bedroom. Victor/Horace was sat up in bed wide awake looking at her.

'What are you doing?' he asked.

'Just preparing myself' she replied.

'What for?'

She climbed on to the bed and crawled toward him her great breasts hanging down and gently swaying. 'You of course.' She reached her hand out and placed it on his broad tanned chest. 'Just in case you were capable of a repeat performance.'

Any suspicions he'd had fled as she questioned his manhood. He reached for her, crushing her to him bringing their lips together once more determined to show her just how capable he was. She'd pay for that implication he'd see to that.

Chapter Nineteen.

The non descript ford drove up the ramp leading from the basement car park under the MI5 building. Svetlana Rostov sat quietly in the passenger seat. They were taking her to a safe house somewhere she didn't know where.

Behind it a Ford Transit Van pulled out of a parking space and took up position four cars behind them the driver steering with one hand while he held a mobile phone with the other.

They'd only sent along one man to accompany her believing there was such a low risk of her trying to escape that one was enough. The tall slim black man drove in silence.

Svetlana had other ideas. He looked well able to look after himself so a frontal attack to disable him was out of the question but something more subtle. Yes. Well he was a man.

The house they pulled up to was a small detached home in the Midlands just North of Stratford Upon Avon. Surrounded by trees and shrubbery it was very private. They left the car and entered to make themselves comfortable. He checked round making sure everything was in order. All doors and windows were locked so even if he wasn't watching her she couldn't escape, or so he thought.

They spent a quiet afternoon talking little though she often caught him glancing at her when he thought she wasn't looking. She wondered if he knew the real British agent and he couldn't quite believe that she wasn't her. Perhaps he secretly lusted after her. If so it would make her plan all the easier.

'I'm going to take a shower' she informed him and finding a large fluffy towel left him watching TV. He listened to the noises of the water. After ten minutes the sounds stopped and the bathroom door opened. Svetlana emerged wearing a towel wound round her above her breasts and knotted under her arm. He watched her warily as she walked slowly over to sit beside him on the sofa. He could smell the soap still on her.

She looked deeply into his eyes.

'What do you want?' he asked.

'Can't you guess' she answered her eyes boring into his.

'Err...no' he answered intelligently.

'I've been in a woman’s prison for many months. They provide most things but there's one thing they don't supply. Can't you imagine what that is, can't you guess what I want, what I'm desperate for?'.

She shyly slipped the knot and allowed the towel to drop exposing her high, firm breasts to his gaze. She took his wrist and laid his hand on her breast. 'Guess' she said simply.

They led Jenny out to the same black Mercedes as before. As she'd surmised she was told to wear the painted dark glasses again so she couldn't identify their location as she was driven away.

Many hours later they drew to a stop and she was hustled out of the car, minus the glasses now, and into the back of a Transit Van. None of Victors gang accompanied her they simply closed the doors leaving her to the only other person inside.

She didn't recognise him but as soon as he spoke the slight Russian accent immediately gave away who he was working for.

'We have located the British agent. She is in a house close to here. We have it surrounded. Our orders are to attempt to switch you for her without arousing the suspicion of the other person she is with. If we can't do that however we have orders to kill him as well as her and find another way to infiltrate you back into MI5.

Jenny nodded and to try to cement her cover answered the man in fluent colloquial Russian. She'd had a lesson and also picked up even more from the Mind transfer from Svetlana.

He continued now in what he thought was their native language 'We have every window covered by parabolic reflectors so we can hear everything that goes on in the house. Also we have intercepted the house phones and set up an interference so mobile phone will not receive a signal. We hope to engineer an opportunity to swap you for the Britisher.'

Parabolic reflectors. The laser devices that could hear the smallest movement within a room from the tiniest vibration of the glass in the windows. Any word spoken would be heard no matter how whispered. And not just a phone tap but complete interception. No message would get out. No call for help would be answered.

The man handed her some headphones which she placed over her ears. The two of them listened for some time. Both their faces registered confusion at the noises they heard until the penny suddenly dropped. The quiet grunting noises were of two people making love. Svetlana and the man were in bed together.

Jenny's companion smirked at her. 'It would appear the British aren't as cold and aloof as we are led to believe comrade.'

Jenny's cheek flushed as she listened to the grunting and groaning reaching a peak then silence.

They sat together in the Van hearing nothing but breathing and quiet sounds of sleep for more than three hours. Then the Russian nudged her. He'd heard something different. Someone was moving in the house. Quietly but still detectable by the reflectors.

'Quickly' he said ushering her outside. 'We may have an opportunity.

Together they advanced up the path leading to the front door and waited. Jenny wasn't sure what was going to happen or what he was going to do. Maybe Knock quietly hoping the blonde inside would answer while her companion was upstairs still asleep and she could be taken by surprise.

However it was them who were taken by surprise as the front door opened and Svetlana stepped out. The quiet 'phutt' of a compressed air pistol was almost lost in the night. Svetlana grasped her throat were the dart had hit her and collapsed slowly to the ground.

The Russian began dragging the coat she was wearing from her. 'Quickly' he hissed 'swap clothes.'

Jenny stood there shocked then began undressing. Under the coat Svetlana had on just a negligee which he also dragged off her. Jenny shivered in the darkness as she stripped naked then slipped the lacy nightwear over her head. The Russian whispered urgently 'Remember if the man inside realises for one second that you are not the British agent we will storm the house and kill him. Also remember we have the phones so no outside communication is possible. We will wait for twelve hours to ensure you are accepted then we will leave and you will be back inside MI5 working for Mother Russia.'

Jenny nodded and moved towards the door giving a last glance down at the body of Svetlana. She knew how the Russians worked. She was certain the dart had been lethal. She shivered uncontrollably.

She closed the door and relocked it while outside the Russian dragged Svetlana’s body away.

Jenny stood alone in the darkness for a minute then she climbed the stairs up to the bedroom. Inside, the double bed was occupied on one side so she crossed to the other and climbed in as softly and gently as she could.

In the pitch darkness she lay on her back looking upward, thinking. For the first time in six days she was safe. Relatively safe. She was out of the hands of female prisoners, criminals and KGB agents. She'd been attacked and tortured in prison, spent the night with Dilly, a psychotic female gangland boss, spent the night with Victor, she still thought of him as Victor although she now knew he was Horace Norton, a vicious male gangland boss and most of all she'd killed another person. Bloucher had been trying to kill her but Jenny knew that she'd been well in control of herself and it hadn't been in the heat of the fight that she killed her, it had been a cold and calculated execution.

She began to tremble. She'd controlled herself rigidly for the last six days not allowing her emotions to overwhelm her but now she was safe and out of danger she felt unable to hold in her feelings in anymore. The reaction to the shock of her actions set in.

Suddenly an arm reached over her and gripped her shoulder pulling her over onto her side to face the beds other occupant. He could feel her shaking and softly hugged her to him. Jenny buried her face in his unseen neck and sobbed quietly as he held her.

It was nearly ten minutes before she recovered enough to release her grip on him. 'Thanks' she whispered.

'Anytime' he whispered back. 'Feeling better'.

She nodded then realised that in the dark he couldn't see her so replied 'Yes.'

Suddenly his lips contacted hers.

She jerked back and put a hand on his chest to push him away.

'What's wrong. Has something changed?'

Oh God the bloody microphones. They could hear everything even their whispers. If they suspected he'd become suspicious they'd storm the house. She'd be signing his death warrant.

'No...no...nothings changed.'

'Good' he whispered and pulled her to him kissing her again softly.

Jenny lay rigid for a while then relaxed as he kissed her gently. 'Oh well. Just a kiss and cuddle before sleep. Can't do any harm I suppose.' She'd also noticed that his lips were the softest she'd ever felt and he certainly knew how to use them. There was nothing unpleasant about the kiss and she gently kissed him back.

His hand stroked up and down her back, soothing her, rubbing on the lacy negligee and her skin beneath. The kiss grew a little more passionate. His hand slipped round and cupped her breast.

In the dark her eyes shot open as he handled her pliant mound. 'This'll be the cuddling part then will it' she thought.

He pulled the neck of the negligee down freeing her tit and twirled her nipple softly. She groaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss and moved down. Before she could stop him he enveloped the peak of her breast with his mouth.

Jenny groaned again. It felt like her breast had been dipped in warm toffee as he sucked gently on her drawing as much of her into his mouth as he could. He sucked rhythmically.

He released he and whispered 'Blimey you're really liking this. Your nipples a lot longer than it was it's almost as if you're a completely differ.....'.

Jenny did the only thing she could to save his life and jammed her tit back into his mouth gagging him with her flesh. She gripped the back of his head and held him against her until he took up mouthing her tit again.

He was good. She wriggled as he tenderly sucked on her mammary. His hand squeezed her and his lips drew her into the warm interior where his teeth gently nipped her. A hand stroked her back gradually lower until he cupped her buttock rhythmically moulding her plump butt. His hand dipped lower down the back of her thigh to the back of her knee. He pulled her knee over his hip, pulling her to him.

Jenny felt the lump pressing into her thigh. She was still quite sore from Victor's attentions that morning. He'd really taken her hard that morning for some reason trying to prove a point as he'd hammered her into the bed.

Thankfully she could feel that he was of normal proportions she couldn't have taken another monster. With his hand on her butt and her tit in his mouth he pressed his hips forward and slid smooth as silk inside her.

Jenny moaned softly. He seemed content to move within her gently and tenderly as together they rocked back and forth. She buried her face in his neck once more sucking on his skin and let him make love to her tenderly and peacefully. He caressed her back as they gently moved in harmony. Their passion built slowly, ever upward, growing until he felt her shudder as an orgasm gripped her and he feeling her pleasure joined her releasing himself to the ultimate ecstasy.

Sated, they slept in each others arms.

The birds twittered and early morning light filtered through the curtains as Jenny awoke. She lay with her eyes still closed remembering. She made sure she recalled correctly who she was today and who she was with. She could feel the strong arms around her holding her tenderly.

She opened her eyes. Jerome stared back. The young Jamaican smiled and said 'Good morning'.

Unexpectedly Jenny jammed a hand over his mouth to stop him saying anything that would get him killed. He thought she was Svetlana but the listening Russians thought he had been with Jenny. Likewise they thought she was Svetlana posing as Jenny so if Jerome called her Svetlana it would mean his death.

Satisfied he wouldn't speak she got out of bed and beckoned him to follow her downstairs. Once there she searched until she found a pen and paper and sat at the kitchen table. He watched intrigued as she wrote.

'I am not Svetlana. I am the real Jenny.'

He looked at her.

'Last night the Russians swapped me for her after she tried to escape. They think I am Svetlana but I'm not.'

He still looked at her his brow furrowed.

He took the pen from her and wrote. 'I know.'

Jenny stared at him stunned. 'How?'

'Taste, smell, feel. When making love you and her are very different.' Then he added smiling 'She was harder, colder more calculating. You're a lot softer and nicer.'

She goggled at him and buried her head in her hands. Then she wrote again 'The house is bugged and the phones are useless even mobiles. They are listening so you have to call me Jenny not Svetlana then they will believe you have accepted me and not suspect a replacement. If they think you suspect me they will kill you.' She underlined the word kill. Three times.

He nodded and wrote 'How long?'

To be on the safe side, lunch time. They should be gone by then. Then we can go back to HQ to report.

They sat together both in thought for a few minutes then Jenny got up and said she needed a shower. She looked at him then took his hand and led him into the bathroom.

In the Van the Russian sighed to himself as the microphones picked up the soft moans from inside the house. He was beginning to feel decidedly frustrated.

Jerome’s black hands roamed smoothly over Jenny's tanned body. Her great breasts glistened from the soap he had massage her with. She again felt the thick soft lips as he'd tenderly kissed her eyelids then her nose and cheeks before once more softly capturing her lips. She stroked his wet back, the superb muscles moving under the blue black skin. Eventually he'd pushed her against the side of the shower and entered her. She gripped his firm butt cheeks and pulled him forward as he thrust into her body.

The Russian in the Van snatched the phones from his ears as Jenny's screams of sheer ecstasy reverberated round the bathroom.

Chapter Twenty.

The Security Service known by the code MI5 has its headquarters at Thames House, a Grade II listed building at the corner of Milbank and Horseferry Road in central London. It overlooks Lambeth Bridge, a few hundred yards south of the Houses of Parliament.

Security cameras kept constant and unblinking watch on everyone who approached. They tracked the lithe blonde form of Jenny as she entered the front entrance. Once she passed through the initial security check point and into the interior a feeling of elation filled her. She was finally home again back in the bosom of her new family. She was looking forward to her new life as an agent and felt raring to go, to throw herself into the next case.

She failed completely to notice the security guards who approached her until two great hands grasped her upper arms and with barely a word hustled her down a corridor and into an almost empty room. Plain institutional green walls, a chair and table were the only furniture. A curt command to wait and she was alone. As they left she heard the click of the lock echo around the cell like room as they secured the door.

Nearly an hour passed before they came for her. She felt like asking what was going on but neither looked like the question answering kind so she kept her queries to herself. The lift quickly and quietly swept them to the top floor and along the corridor. They ushered her in to the familiar office of Mrs. Prendergast who without a word nodded them through into Commander Holts sanctum.

He looked up and nodded to the guards who turned and left them.

Holt studied her silently for a few moments.

'We have a problem, don't we young lady?'

Jenny was confused. 'Err...what's that Sir?'

'We don't actually know who you are do we. You see you could be Agent Jenny Richards or you could equally be the Russian agent Svetlana Rostov.'

'But Sir. Jerome, ask Jerome. He was there when they swapped me for Svetlana. Surely he can confirm I'm the real Jenny Richards.'

'Yes. He was there but according to his report he was asleep at the time so we only have your word that the substitution took place don’t we?'

'But this is ridiculous Sir. I'm me'.

'We need proof, young lady. I'm afraid your word just isn't good enough'.

'But surely there's some way I can convince you Sir. I mean, finger prints, passwords, codes. I know them all. Names, dates. Something'.

'Yes all very good, but nothing that couldn't have been extracted from the real Agent Richards before she was disposed of'.

Jenny stared at him wide eyed. After all she'd been through she was going to fall at the last hurdle tripped up by her own people who didn't believe she was herself. Oh the irony. She thought hard for a minute.

'Suki sir. Get Suki. She'll vouch for me. She knows me better than anyone. Get Suki, Please Sir'.

Holt thought about this then reached for his intercom. 'Mrs. Prendergast. Ask Agent Namura to come see me Immediately Please'.

Within three minutes Suki knocked and entered. Jenny sprang from her chair and smiled at her best friend then hesitated confused when Suki failed to return her smile, in fact, almost ignored her as she spoke to Holt.

'You asked to see me Sir'.

Holt nodded and replied 'Yes Agent Namura. This young woman claims to be Agent Richards and not the Russian spy Svetlana Rostov. We seem to be in the position where we can't be sure which one she is and it has been suggested that you may be able to identify her'.

Suki turned and looked hard at the young blonde who stared back at her hopefully. Suki rubbed her chin and Hmmm'd and Ah'd pretending to study the beautiful lithe blonde. Jenny's face dropped as Suki said 'Well I don't know Sir. Its terribly difficult to tell the two apart. The Russians did a really good job on the duplicate. I'm going to have to recommend you lock this one up just on the off chance she's the Russian'.

Jenny stared at her open mouthed. Suki her best friend had betrayed her. 'Sir.' she almost shouted 'You can't do this, There must be a way'.

Holt in turn rubbed his own chin and thought. He was surprised Suki hadn't confirmed Jenny's identity he'd been pretty certain himself but the Japanese girl was the expert. He'd have to follow her recommendation. Unless..'.

'Agent Namura. I understand you and Agent Richards are on close...personal terms. Are you certain there isn't some way to confirm the identity for sure'.

Suki nearly broke out into a great cheer. This was going just the way she'd wanted and she hadn't even had to suggest it herself. 'Well I suppose we could use the same method as last time Sir although there's only one of them this time'.

Holt kept a straight face as he recalled the last time. This could be quite interesting.

'Of course it would require co-operation from our friend here but I'm certain that if she was the real Jenny she'd be only to glad to have her identity confirmed. Isn't that so young lady'.

Jenny stammered 'Well...I suppose so...if it's the only way...I would'. she could remember what had happened last time and her cheeks flushed at the memory.

'OK get on with it Agent Namura. Haven't got all day y'know.'

'Yes Sir' replied Suki who approached the slim blonde. 'We'll start with a kiss I think. Of course the real Jenny is a great kisser. She knows how to put real heart and soul into it. The Russian if I remember was a little shy and uncertain. A little reserved'.

Jenny flushed a little at having to do this in front of Commander Holt, her ultimate boss, but she was determined to show she was the real British agent. Holt sat mesmerised as the two women brought their lips together. Jenny put all her skill and passion into the kiss confident she could prove to Suki that she was the actual Jenny. Softly at first then gradually more urgently both women mashed their lips together, their tongues intertwined, fighting, duelling. Holt squirmed in his chair as they practically ate each other a distinct tingling feeling began growing in his loins.

They broke apart both breathing heavily and their lips and chins wet with saliva.

Jenny appeared triumphantly confident but her face dropped again as Eventually Suki said 'Hmmm. Not sure Sir. Still inconclusive'.

'But surely there's something more you can do agent Namura' asked Holt...hopefully.

Suki mused. Pretending to think some more. She was determined to make the blonde suffer. When she'd entered the office she'd known for sure it was Jenny. She knew Svetlana and Jenny were identical in body but there was something, some vibe, that made Jenny stand out. Suki could tell it was her almost straight away but she wasn't going to let on just yet not until she'd made her pay in mortification, shame and humiliation.

'Well Sir there's always the breasts'.

Jenny's eyes shot open wide.

'What do you mean, the breasts' asked Holt his eyes shining.

'The real Jenny has real breasts while the Russians must be fake although I'm sure their surgeons did a great job we might be able to spot the scars of the surgery if we looked hard enough. Worth a try don't you think Sir?'

'Oh yes, definitely.' said holt his voice horse and not quite as steady s it was.

'Now wait a minute' injected Jenny. 'If you think I'm going to get my...bosoms out' you can think again.'

'Well that settles it Sir. She's the Rooskie. Chuck her in the can and throw away the key'.

'No. Wait. Please' pleaded Jenny. Surely there must be another way. 'Finger prints, DNA, something'.

'No. Now get on with it. I haven't got all day'.

Jenny sighed. Suki smiled quietly.

'Shirt' she said simply.

Jenny hesitated, then with her cheeks glowing even more, slowly, starting at the top, unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time until she could pull it free from her skirt's waistband. Shrugging her shoulders she slid it down her arms and handed it to Suki who placed it over the back of the hard backed chair. Suki stood still, waiting, until Jenny could delay no longer. She twisted her arm up her back and hooked her finger around the bra strap and pulled it down unclasping it so it hung free. Suki held out her hand and Jenny handed her the bra.

Suki placed it with the shirt and turned back to face Jenny who was now clasping her arms over her chest covering as much flesh as she could. Holt sat as if mesmerised by what was unfolding in front of him. God he was glad the CCTV cameras were going at full tilt.

Suki, more forcefully now turned Jenny until she faced Holt then snatched her arms down to her sides. Jenny gasped but remained still her face a picture of misery as her bare breasts were exposed and displayed to the Commander.

Suki smirked and studied the well remembered great pink tipped spherical globes of perfection. She gripped Jenny's shoulders and shook her. Jenny's tits sloshed across her chest wobbling and swaying. Holt followed their movement with his eyes like someone watching a tennis match. Jenny flushed pink but bore the treatment stoically.

'Not enough. Not nearly enough' thought Suki after what had happened to her.

She'd recovered consciousness following her fight with Jenny in the Gym. After a moments confusion she realised she had been draped over the vaulting horse but she was unable to move. It was then she felt the hand. Her linen Judo tunic had fallen over her head obstructing her view of all but the floor and she could feel that her trousers had been pulled down and were bunched around her ankles. That meant that the hand was touching her naked flesh. It slowly crawled over her calves up her thighs and onto her pert slim butt cheeks. She shouted out but only received a dirty chuckle in response. Fingers delved between her thighs and gently stroked her black haired pussy teasing her lips and clit until in spite of herself moisture seeped out. She swore and threatened who ever was touching her with ten thousand painful deaths but the fingers still kept probing her.

Suddenly the hand left her but only for a second as it returned crashing on to her upturned butt. He, for she was sure it was a he, spanked her. spanked her again and again, spanked her with venom and spite, spanked her until her ass burned, until tears leaked from her eyes, until she begged him to stop.

Eventually he did. Then with another dirty chuckle left her. She hung there for a few minutes then with an explosion of violent effort freed one of her wrists from the Judo belt that had secured it to the leg of the horse.

She swore revenge not only on the one who had thrashed her, but also on the blonde who had tied her there.

She'd already decided who the man was, it was Mr. Castleton she was sure. He'd not forgiven her for the beating she'd handed him when she'd recorded the last disc for Jenny and she'd get even with him just as soon as she could find a Pet shop who would sell her a scorpion but now she was going to repay the blonde, in kind, with humiliation.

Suki cupped a breast and lifted it ostensibly looking beneath it. She lifted it this way and that, pushing, tugging up and down, left and right. Gripping the nipple hard and pulling it up, down and around all the time watching the blondes face redden as she manipulated her soft supple flesh all the time in front of the staring eyes of Commander Holt. Pity she couldn't get a few more chaps in here. Give her a real audience as she stripped and humiliated her blonde friend. Still Holt would have to do.

Still not enough. 'Sir would you care to give me a hand'.

'What, me' stammered Holt.'

'Yes Sir. This way please. I'm sure the real Jenny would be only to glad to allow you to help confirm her identity, wouldn't you my dear'.

Jenny flushed even more. 'Well...I suppose...damn you Suki'.

Holt practically flew from his chair.

'Raise your arms' ordered Suki who pushed Jenny's arms upward until she was reaching for the ceiling. 'and clasp your hands together as well'.

'Jenny did as she was ordered until she stood standing straight with her arms stretched upward and her hands clasped. This effectively raised her breasts so they both stood proud from her expanded chest like to great footballs of flesh.

Holt felt a lump in his throat and his trousers. 'Here do the other one Sir, like this.' and Suki began to show him what to do as before.'

Holt reached out a trembling hand and gently cupped Jenny's right hand breast. It was beautiful and firm and warm and heavy and rested perfectly in his great big ex-sailor hand. She trembled slightly and her cheeks flushed even more as gently he squeezed, palpitating her flesh, gradually increasing the pressure until his fingers sank into the warm skin. 'A bit more vigour Sir, got to make sure they'd the real thing and not just Russian knocked off knockers.

Jenny bore them silently rocking slightly as her tits were pulled and pushed, tugged and squeezed. Suki worked on the left tit and Holt worked on her right. Sometimes they seemed to be operating individually but sometimes as one when together they pressed her tits together and rolled them around or lifted them and pressed them to either side of Jenny's hot and red face.

'Nipples now Sir. Like this' and Suki seized Jenny's great rubbery left nipple and stretched it outward until she started to fall forward. She released the thick dark erect nipple Jenny’s tit sprang back wobbling until it settled back into its original perfect shape but now with the tip sharply pointing outwards.

Holt pulled the nipple on his side with the same effect. Then Suki. Then Holt again. Finally together. But still Suki wasn't satisfied. She gripped the nipple now with her whole hand and began to twist and turn it. Pulling upward, out and down until Jenny grunted quietly. Holt followed but he was a whole lot gentler. Jenny looked at him thankfully.

Eventually holt asked 'Well Agent Namura' is it the real agent Richards or not?'

'Inconclusive Sir.' stated Suki.

Jenny groaned. Her tits were red and inflamed, her nipples pointed and she'd never felt quite so embarrassed before in her life as she'd displayed herself before the Commander and had her flesh played with. Suki was loving it.

'What now?'

'Bum sir' said Suki happily.

Jenny groaned again as Suki pushed her so the front of her thighs met the edge of Holts desk and she bent forward over it until she rested on her elbows.

With a flourish Suki gripped the bottom of Jenny's skirt and threw it over her back exposing her panty clad butt.

Holt thought his heart would explode. He could feel it thumping in his chest and the blood rushing to all sorts of unexpected places.

'You See Sir, the Rooskies are rubbish at bums. They all come out to big and flabby. So we have to check and make sure this ones more of a European one sir and not one of your Red Curtain ones.'

'I see' he said in a very quiet horse voice.

Suki placed her hand on Jenny's Butt and squeezed. Like this Sir. Give it a try.'

Holt nodded and in a daze laid his hand on Jenny's other cheek and gripped it gently.

'Hmmm. Bit flabby don't you think Sir.'

He thought nothing of the sort. It was better than anything he'd ever touched with the exception of her breast but he wasn't going to argue. Things were going in a wonderful unexpected way and he wasn't going to argue with Suki for a second.

'See Sir. Give it a tap' said Suki who drew back her hand and slapped Jenny's butt. It bounced and jiggled delightfully.

Holt gave it a try and marvelled at the firmness and pliancy under his fingers.

'Perhaps this would help Sir' said Suki who gripped the cotton pants waist band and pulled upward. The cotton shot between Jenny's cheeks causing her to yelp. Another slap this time on bare skin and the effects was much more pronounced. Jenny's cheeks jiggled and wobbled as Suki slapped it a couple more times.

Holt followed suit as Suki urged him on and together they 'tested' Jenny's butt for it's wobble factor and resilience, pliancy and texture.

They pulled jenny upright and she stood there pouting and rubbing her now slightly pink bum completely forgetting her tits were fully exposed.

Holt couldn't believe his luck. 'What's the verdict Agent Namura?'

'Inconclusive. Sorry Sir'.

Jenny gasped.

Have to move on to the final test sir. If it's OK with you Sir that is. Is it Sir?'

By now Holt would have agreed to anything. But gathering himself he appeared to think for a few seconds then nodded. They didn't bother to even ask the blonde this time.

'Panties off' ordered Suki.

Jenny gaped at her. Then compressed her lips and with an angry snort tugged her panties down and off.

'What's the final test agent Namura asked Holt almost holding his breath now.

Suki hesitated until the tension grew to breaking point. 'Taste. Sir'.

'What' shouted Jenny.

'Lock her up Sir. its the Rooskie for sure. Lock her up and throw away the key'.

'Oh...bloody hell' murmured Jenny.

'Suki pushed Jenny until she bumped the back of her thighs into the edge of Holts desk this time and kicked her ankles apart. Jenny still had her hands clasped over her hairless slit until Suki gripped her wrists and placed then on the edge of the desk.

She and Holt knelt down and studied Jenny's pussy intently. Jenny could almost feel their gaze on her flesh. She was already moist from the tit handling and spanking but she could feel even more moisture gathering as they stared at her and she became more aroused. She threw back her head and sighed softly as Suki leant forward and slowly drew her tongue all the way from the bottom to the top of he red and puffy slit.

Jenny looked back down and her eyes met Holts just as he extended his tongue and followed suit. Jenny shuddered at the contact as his rough cat like tongue scraped over her flesh. Her clit erupted from its hiding place to be caught by the very last flick of his tongue.

'See Sir. A very distinctive taste. Even the Russians couldn't duplicate that'.

'Hmmm. Nice though'.

'Oh yes sir. said Suki who licked Jenny again.

Holt tried again then Suki and they alternated again and again until Jenny was on the verge of climax.

But they stopped and Jenny groaned.

Suki nodded to Holt silently and he got up, pulled the now hazy Jenny forward, sat himself on the edge of the desk and pulled her back to lean against him. He rested his hands on her stomach and his chin on her shoulder and looked down at Suki. She nodded and dipped forward.

Jenny shuddered and trembled as Suki attacked her pussy. Harder now, faster twirling her tongue round and round her clit, sweeping up and down the length of her pussy, slashing over her clit. Penetrating her womanhood.

Jenny's hips began to buck pressing herself forward against Suki's mouth and lips and tongue.

Holt couldn't help himself. He gripped Jenny's breasts hard. Squeezing her nipples, pulling, tugging, twisting them vigorously.

Jenny was right on the edge, another few seconds and she'd be there. Almost, nearly just a few more licks.

Suki stopped and pulled away.

Jenny shuddered some more and moaned. Holt took his hand and placed it on Jenny's pussy just resting it there. Suddenly Jenny grabbed his hand and forced his fingers inside her. She used his hand as a toy and penetrated herself with all four of his digits pushing him in and out of her body desperately using him urging him to bring her to orgasm. His fingers were covered with juice and slipped inside her easily as she again built towards climax. Her hand flew as she rubbed his fingers across her clit faster and faster. He gripped her tit harder savagely pinching her nipple.

Jenny screamed and juddered and shook as a blinding muscle locking climax gripped her body. She clenched her teeth and stretched like a cat leaning back into him as she forced his fingers deep inside herself.

Slowly her muscles relaxed until he had to hold her up to stop her collapsing onto the carpet. He settled her naked body on the hard back chair sweat dripping from her face and her chest heaving.

Holt dried his hand on a handkerchief.

Slowly Jenny opened her eyes and looked up at him.

Holt looked at Suki who nodded affirmative then smiling broadly said 'Welcome back Special Agent Jenny Richards'.

Epilogue.

Suki smiled a secret smile to herself.

The blonde had been mortified when Mrs. Prendergast had entered the office and caught her dressing. The elderly woman had just sniffed haughtily as Jenny had reddened and stammered an apology. Holt didn't seem to mind to much. Her seemed to think it would enhance his standing especially with the male half of the organisation.

No, Suki was trying the think how she could complete her revenge. Mr. Castleton was in hospital. The investigation into how a scorpion had found its way into his jockstrap was still on going.

Now Suki was trying to calculate just how the maximum amount of embarrassment could be obtained when she told Jenny that she had known all along that she was the real Jenny Richards and not the Russian agent. Perhaps during their next fight on the Judo mat or over lunch one day.

Holt smiled a secret smile to himself.

You never knew how situations were going to turn out especially when Jenny Richards was involved. Of course Suki wasn’t to know of the small indelible mark on the back of Jenny’s earlobe. Holt might be bluff and unsubtle but he wasn’t stupid. The Professor had added it when Jenny had slept so they would always have an infallible way of identifying her from the Russian duplicate. He just hoped Jenny never found out. There was no telling what she’d do to him if she did although maybe it would be worth it.

The end

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