Jenny the Spy stories

1. For Queen and Country

2. Body Double

3. Jenny and Suki

4. Jenny learns her Lesson

5. The Fashion Victim

6. Dos Vedanya

7. Lust for Revenge

8. Champion of the World

9. Voodoo Jenny

10. Inheritance

11. Sutorippa Jenny

Voodoo Jenny

By Brummie

Prologue.

Violated, degraded, just plain dirty. She felt all of these and more. Holt

regarded her as she told the story of her trip to the Latin American Island of

Puerta de Mer. Tears ran down her cheeks. She related her arrest on trumped up

charges, the trip to the interior and her ultimate nightmare as she was used

repeatedly in front of the video cameras. The drugs injected into her had made

it seem like a dream but the bruises, aches and pains proved her ordeal had

really happened. She had been found wandering aimlessly. Friendly locals

treated her injuries and put her on a boat back to civilisation.

This wasn't the first incident of this sort coming out of Puerto de Mer. Holt

surmised that the gang perpetrating these crimes relied on the drugs combined

with the humiliation and fear keeping the women from revealing their ordeal but

an occasional one was either stronger minded than they thought and reported the

attack to the authorities or needed psychiatric help and revealed what had

happened to them to the doctors.

Western women seemed to be the gangs primary targets now. They'd worked their

way through the local women and were now selecting the better looking female

tourists. Their Internet porn business was growing and more and more victims

were needed to feed the demand for the sort of videos they provided. The

mainland authorities had struggled to close them down but for every site they

closed another popped up to replace it.

Holt rose and came round his desk. He gently pulled the quietly sobbing woman to

her feet and led her to the door. He opened it and asked his secretary to make

sure she was taken home. He watched sadly as Mrs. Prendergast put her arm

protectively around the brunettes shoulders and guided her away. He hadn't

mentioned that a video of her ordeal had recently appeared on the web. That

would have been to much for her to bare.

Returning to his chair he sat thinking hard. How to break up this operation. The

local police and authorities were corrupt and couldn't be relied on for help.

Couldn't even be relied on not to actively protect the gang. He knew what he'd

like to do but the thought of putting his agents into such danger, especially

his female agents, was repugnant to him but he couldn't think of any other way

to flush these bastards out.

In another part of the building Agent Jenny Richards was falling for yet another

practical joke. Her naivety was becoming legendary in the 'Firm' and she was

constantly being tricked by the men and women alike. Fire drills when she

was in the showers and her clothes and all the towels had mysteriously

disappeared, underwear inspections, monthly mammary grams, dress down Fridays

when she was informed that all women were required to wear mini-skirts and

stockings.

The latest jolly jape occurred after she had completed a vigorous martial arts

workout. She'd returned to the changing room and headed straight to the showers.

A large sign had been placed on the stalls indicating the plumbing was faulty

and a big red arrow pointed toward an alternative shower down the corridor in

the next room. Jenny happily trotted off to the new shower room, stripped bare

and entered a large communal shower. She applied a big dollop of shampoo and

started merrily washing her hair creating masses of soap suds while singing

quietly to herself. Dipping her soapy hair under the shower she rinsed off the

suds, threw back her head and used her hands to wring out the excess water. She

bent deeply to start washing her legs and froze as an appreciative round of

applauds rang out. She turned to see the hunky members of the 'Firms' five-a-

side soccer team who had silently entered the shower room and were seated on

chairs watching the show. She shrieked and bolted for the door. Luckily the soap

still dripping down her glistening body allowed her to slip from the grasp of

the nearest outstretched male paws. She raced down the corridor back to the

ladies changing room passing a couple of startled agents on the way. She slammed

the door behind her and leant against it her slick wet breasts heaving mightily

up and down as she tried to get her breath back.

She rarely learnt from her mistakes. This time she'd escaped. She hadn't been so

fortunate a previous time. On that occasion she had been surrounded by the team.

By the time she staggered from the showers she had never felt so clean. Each

member had insisted on helping her complete her shower and had washed and washed

and washed her until she had to be held up to prevent her collapsing. Every nook

and cranny was cleansed. It didn't end there as they, not unreasonably, insisted

that she return the complement. Some of the team were large and hunky in more

ways then one and her arm soon became tired as they urged her to wash them

faster and faster.

All the memos Jenny received were signed by Commander Holt so she fell for even

the most outlandish instructions. Even Professor Q couldn't resist joining in

the fun. Once Jenny had agreed to help him test an antidote to the lust drug

that Fu Man Ackenthorpe had been intending to flood the country with before

she and Suki had stepped in and stopped him in their own unique way.

Jenny allowed the tall distinguished professor (i.e. dirty old man) to massage

the drug into her skin. Within minutes she began to feel the effect she well

remembered. Her breasts began to throb, her nipples almost exploded with

pleasure. Soon her pussy lips swelled and moistened and her clit erected. She

gasped and sobbed as her body once again begged for release. The Prof gave her a

pill to swallow which she quickly gulped down but her breathing continued to

rasp in her throat and her blood pump with arousal. Not surprising really as the

pill was only a chalk placebo. Eventually Jenny was in such a state of arousal

she'd begged the Professor to give her release which he was only to glad to do.

This one could be used again and again.

Chapter One.

Pedro sat on the dockside watching the small boat as it chugged toward the

shore. During his short life, he was thirteen, he'd learnt to survive on the

hard, dirty streets of Puerta de Mer. It quickly became obvious to the young boy

that most of the money on the island arrived in the pockets of the tourists that

came wanting an unusual holiday. One out of the way in an undiscovered and

unspoilt (i.e. backward and uncivilised) place.

The boat nudged the jetty and a crew man expertly threw a rope around the single

wooden capstan then going to the small cabin returned with two small suitcases

which he placed on the jetty. 'More fat Americanos' thought Pedro that is until

the next occupant of the cabin emerged. Pedro's young eyes opened wide as a

blonde head appeared through the small door and the woman rose to her full

height. Jenny Richards squinted slightly as she emerged into the sunlight from

the dingy cabin and looked about her. She had been told that the island was a

backwater and was still to catch up to the 20th century let alone the 21st and

she wasn't disappointed. Dusty dirt roads ran between single story adobe

buildings which made up most of the small island capital. In the distance she

could see sugar cane fields and forest.

Pedro quickly sprinted on to the jetty beating the other urchins and made to

seize the cases. 'Oh. Don't even think about it sonny' shouted the large man who

had emerged behind the woman. 'Sorry senyor' said Pedro 'I meant only to assist

you by carrying your luggage. I am Pedro. At your service' he said in heavily

accented English bowing slightly. He'd fast learnt that to maximise his tips, or

opportunities to fleece the Americanos it was important to put them at there

ease so they trusted him and the easiest way to do that was to speak their

language. No man distrusts another more than those he can't understand and

communicate with. Pedro was a bright boy and had soon leant a smattering of

American phrases.

Both he and the man stood and watched the crew man help the woman to step from

the boat onto the jetty. The man was obviously proud of her and Pedro's eyes

shone as the angel approached them. She was tall compared to most of the island

women and the flowing blonde hair almost unique amongst the jet black of the

girls and younger women. A beaming smile lit up her face. Every inch of skin

visible was smooth and gently tanned. Her bare arms were a soft tan while all

the women Pedro knew were sun burnt a deep brown, a tan most Americanos would

kill for but weren't prepared to spend there life working in the fields to

acquire. Her thin summer dress billowed in the sea breeze but still did a fine

job of outlining a goddess like figure. Her legs, briefly exposed as she'd

stepped up from the boat, were long, slim and bare. But the feature that Pedro

could hardly take his eyes from preceded her as she approached. Her magnificent

bosom, high on her chest, filled the dress to overflowing and bounced

delightfully with each step. An enticing cleavage showed above the scooped neck

of her dress. If she bent down to greet him Pedro could die a happy boy. He tore

his gaze away and looked up. The man winked at him as one man to another

acknowledging that he knew what the boy had been studying and, even though she

was his wife, he understood.

The man introduced himself as John and his wife as Jenny Richards from England.

'So, not Americanos but Englesee'. Not so much money but not so loud and

demanding. 'A good trade' thought Pedro. He led them to their Hotel and left

telling them he'd be back in the morning to see if they needed a guide.

The fat greasy guy behind the desk checked them in and led them, puffing,

wheezing, sweating, (him not them) up to the room on the first floor. After

cleaning every surface they could they retired to the large creaking bed to

sleep after a long day traveling.

Chapter Two.

The following morning they lay snuggled together under a single sheet in the

Hotel bedroom. Both were in that period after sleep, awake, but still dreaming.

John was lying on his back playing tents with the sheet covering them while

Jenny's tiny hand gently stroked up and down his shaft. (Much like the scene in

many homes up and down the length and breadth of our own dear country, just a

different hand doing the stroking of course).

John idly caressed his wife then throwing back the sheet urged her to climb up

on to him straddling his hips. Both gasped 'Ahhhh' as Jenny used the fingers on

one hand to spread her labia and the other tiny hand to guide him as she

maddeningly, teasingly, slowly lowered herself down slipping him into her warm

liquid depths. They began to move together in harmony gradually building the

rhythm. Jenny ground her hips in a circular motion maximising the friction deep

within her body then resumed bouncing faster and faster until their thighs were

slapping together. John reached up and gripped her mammoth bouncing breasts to

prevent her ending up with two black eyes.

Pedro hadn't been the only person watching the ferry boat the previous evening.

Dark fiery Latin eyes stared into the view finder of the surveillance camera

trained from across the street. The Hotel concierge had been bribed to put any

decent looking female in the particular room. It offered an unrestricted view

from his hiding place and had a deliberately broken curtain rail. The dark,

mustachioed man watched, imagining his own sun burnt hands roaming over the

blondes luscious white flesh. He licked his dry lips and smirking thought 'Soon,

if everything goes to plan, my comrades and I will be using the woman'. He

watched the couple intently as the man pulled her down and executed a perfect

roll until she was on her back and, still deeply embedded inside her, he was

lying on top. The extra leverage allowed him to increase the intensity of

their love making until he was pounding his shaft repeatedly into her womanhood.

Her legs wrapped themselves around him urging him to even greater heights until

both he and the woman threw back their heads in ultimate ecstasy.

The English MI6 agents breakfasted on the patio outside their hotel. Jenny was

dressed practically for the tropical summer climate in a light summer dress over

minimal cotton underwear with bare legs and flat shoes. As they were finishing

eating an old woman shambled up to their table. 'Pretty lady buy my flowers?'

she asked thrusting a bunch of dilapidated daisies under Jenny's nose. Jenny

sneezed and pushed the woman's hand away. 'No, no' she gasped. 'Not today'. 'You

buy my flowers' the old woman insisted. 'Look, no go away' Jenny said louder.

'Lady buy. Lady buy my flowers'. Jenny appealed to John who tried to reason with

the woman. Eventually the greasy desk clerk, who was bringing their coffee, came

out of the Hotel and chased the woman away. At the last second she tried to

attack Jenny reaching out with a claw like hand to grab at her hair before

screaming curses in Spanish at the couple.

After finishing their coffee John told his wife he was going to meet a contact

so she could explore or shop which ever she wished. Jenny spent a few happy

hours meandering through the towns markets buying small items and fending off

both traders and hopeful lothario's. Near lunch time she returned to the

Hotel walking across the town square. From a nearby shanty shack the wizened old

woman eyed her malevolently. In front of her on a table lay a curious wooden

doll. She picked up the mannequin and carefully wound the long blonde hair she

had earlier snatched from Jenny's head around it's neck then placed it back on

the table. Closing her eyes and concentrating she began to quietly chant in a

long dead language. Suddenly the doll twitched then appeared to shake itself as

if waking from a long slumber. It sat up of it's own accord and awkwardly rose

to stand looking at nothing. The old croan continued chanting and slowly blonde

hair began to sprout from the little wooden head until it cascaded down it's

back stopping just above it's waist. Tiny white panties materialised about it's

loins then a white lacy bra appeared. The flat wooden chest began to swell until

the bra was filled to overflowing by an impressive wooden bosom while the rest

of the wooden body took on a decidedly feminine shape. Lastly a flowery summer

dress appeared completing a tiny identical wooden version of Jenny. The old

woman's eyes burnt with evil glee.

The doll began to move walking across the table top each step matching exactly

those of the real life Jenny. As it reached the table edge the woman seized it

and placing a lump of sticky clay in the middle of the table top jammed the

dolls legs down into it. Out in the sun drenched square Jenny came to an abrupt

halt. She stood swaying slightly then looked down quizzically at her feet not

understanding why they had suddenly ceased to obey her. She strained her legs

but her feet remained planted.

In the hut the croan cackled to herself and wrapped a short piece of string

about the dolls arms then tied them together behind it's back. Out in the square

Jenny gasped as her arms were seized by an invisible force and pressed behind

her back. She struggled but couldn't free her arms or her legs. She was just

about to shout out for help when the left-hand strap of her dress parted and the

left front of her bodice fell down revealing her bra strap and an enticing

amount of breast above the lacy bra cup. In the shanty the old woman had

snipped the strap of the dress on the little doll and it also hung down. She

looked out at Jenny who was gasping and trying to make sense of her situation.

She wasn't so sure yelling for help was such a good idea now but she still

couldn't free herself of the invisible restraint. The old woman waited a minute

before slipping the blade of her knife under the opposite strap of the dolls

dress and snicked through it. The dress slowly fell from it's wooden shoulders

until all of it's tiny well filled bra was revealed. A shriek from the town

square told her the real dress had followed suit. Jenny was going out of her

mind. Her dress was continuing it journey south and was now slipping over her

hips. She wasn't able to stop it as it slipped down her thighs and pooled around

her ankles. She stood transfixed in the middle of the town square, her hands

trapped behind her in nothing but her pretty white bra and panties. It didn't

take long for passers by to start noticing the nearly naked blonde with the

stunned expression and the equally stunning bristols. Whispers started between

observers as she stayed exactly were she was and appeared to be making no

attempt to cover herself. These gringo's, had they no shame.

Jenny had just decided to scream for help when her left bra strap went twang and

the support for her left breast disappeared. She groaned. 'Oh no, not again'.

The onlookers were becoming more intrigued now, edging closer. The old woman

snipped the back of the dolls bra so it hung only from the right side strap.

Jenny was close to tears as she felt the release behind her. Almost all support

for her chest was gone now. 'No. Please not that' she whispered but the old

woman showed no mercy and snipped the last supporting strap and the wispy bra

fluttered to the ground. There was nothing Jenny could do as her mammoth pink

tipped breasts were exposed to the bright sunlight and the eyes of the crowd

that had gathered. Some of the men were edging even closer. No one could

quite understand what the blonde was doing but they were glad of the show. One,

more bold than the rest, came up to Jenny's side and spoke to her in Spanish.

'Are you alright senyora?' but Jenny couldn't understand and could only beg for

help in words he couldn't comprehend. Although Jenny's pleading tone of voice

must have indicated that she wanted help he slowly he reached out and poked her

tit. 'Ged off' she shouted and he retreated a step. He watched her for a few

seconds but she didn't retreat, she just stood there. He returned and poked her

again. She shouted again but he stayed and grew even bolder. He cupped her tit

squeezing it gently marveling at the weight and warm softness. Jenny shrieked

and wriggled trying to dislodge his hand. Seeing the first man the rest of the

watchers edged closer until Jenny was surrounded by a leering crowd of men.

At the side of the square Pedro was deep in conversation with a peasant woman.

She was slim and tanned and dressed in the usual garb worn by the local women.

She also favoured a large straw hat which hid most of her features. She

whispered to him urgently and he scampered off on his errand while the woman

watched the scene unfolding out in the square through her slanted eyes.

Five minutes later a whoop from a police siren scattered the crowd that had been

encircling the blonde as if in a feeding frenzy. Jenny was revealed, pink

cheeked and gasping. Her breasts were red and covered with finger marks.

Thankfully her panties were still in place but seemed to be slightly lower on

her hips than they had been earlier and the elastic looked as if it had been

considerably stretched. She swayed about in a daze as two Policemen approached.

The more senior, a Sergeant with curious dark fiery eyes demanded 'What are you

doing senyora, standing in the town square almost naked?' Jenny still didn't

understand and only replied 'Help me please'. The officer pointed to the car and

ushered her toward it but Jenny remained rooted to the spot. When she failed to

move the officer grew angry. 'Get in the car, you're going to the station. The

Captain will want to ask you some questions'. He ushered her forward again but

she still didn't move. Finally he nodded to his partner who put his hand on

Jenny's forehead and pushed. Jenny shrieked as she fell backwards. The officer

caught her by the shoulders and pushed his hands under her arms while his

partner grasped her ankles and lifted. The Sergeant smirked at his partner

and closed his hands over each of Jenny's breasts filling his palms with soft

malleable flesh. 'Oy. get your filthy hands off me you swine' she screamed

wriggling but he only gripped her harder as they carried her to their Police car

and pushed her into the back seat. He gave her tits a parting squeeze before

slamming the door.

Chapter Three.

The old croan released the string from the dolls arms and it's ankles from the

clay freeing Jenny from the invisible force holding her but she didn't chant the

releasing words so the doll and Jenny were still magically joined together. The

woman watched as it sat up and covered it's wooden bosom with it's arms

mimicking Jenny in the Police car. Within minutes it rose and walked a short

distance before stopping as if listening to someone. Suddenly it made to run but

quickly jerk to a halt as if grabbed. It staggered a few steps and crossed it's

wrists then raised it's wooden arms upward. There it remained as if hanging like

a piece of meat.

In the Police station Jenny was in dire straights. She hung limply with her

wrists tied and raised up by a rope thrown over a ceiling beam and tied off to a

hook in the wall. The Police Captain had turned out to be a woman but any

thought of this making her more amiable toward the blonde had quickly been

dispelled when Jenny's pleas to be allowed some clothes had fallen on deaf ears.

The Captain perused the half naked captive slowly circling her. She returned to

stand in front of Jenny and in passable if accented English said 'We have a

little game we like to play. It is called risk and reward. You will soon pick up

the rules. Now what is your name?' 'Jenny' Jenny replied. 'Good. A truthful

answer. Sergeant give her a reward'. Behind Jenny the Sergeant's dark fiery eyes

shone as he stepped forward and reaching round her covered her breasts with his

hands. Jenny gasped and struggled to move away from the molester. After ten

seconds or so he gave her one last squeeze and released her. The Captain smirked

and continued 'Why are you here?' 'We're here on holiday nothing more'. 'Oh

dear. I'm afraid I don't believe you'. She nodded and Jenny gasped and jerked as

a riding crop slashed across her panty clad butt. 'Why were you naked in the

square'. 'I don't know'. Jenny sobbed. 'I couldn't move and my dress just

dropped off'. The answer sounded far fetched even to Jenny and she steeled

herself as the expected slashing crop landed again, a second red line crossing

the first on her plump, quivering butt cheeks.

Jenny swung gently from her bound wrists as the interrogation continued. 'Who

did you travel with'. 'John my husband and you can keep your reward thank you'.

'Oh we can't break the rules of the game'. Again the Sergeant reach round her

body but this time he cupped her pussy over her panties and rhythmically

squeezed her mound. No amount of wriggling could dislodge his hand.

Back in the shanty hut the old croan watched the little wooden doll still with

it's supernatural connection to the blonde. It stood in the centre of the table

in just tiny white panties it's arms stretched upward and it's wrists crossed

swaying slightly. Every so often it jerked. throwing it's wooden hips forward

other times it writhed around as if trying to free itself from something

crawling over it's body. The black eyed woman smiled mirthlessly as the doll

mirrored Jenny's suffering.

Jenny's butt was on fire, her breasts slick with saliva and her panties pulled

up cruelly high and tight between her pussy lips and butt crack. The crop was

now landing on naked flesh instead of on the limited protection offered by the

white cotton. The questions had been coming for twenty minutes and she could no

more answer them now than she could when they'd started. She'd stopped answering

even the easy questions. Those that she could answer truthfully without giving

away her purpose on the island. She'd quickly realised she'd rather face the

crop than the 'reward' dished out by the sergeant. It was only a matter of time

before his probing fingers moved to the ultimate target and Jenny was desperate

not to give the pig the satisfaction.

Jenny jerked forward yet again gasping as she failed to give the answer the

Captain required when suddenly the old black bakelite phone on the desk rang

loudly. The Captain answered it and listened for a minute. 'Si Sir' she

responded eventually and replacing the receiver in the cradle, rose, and walked

round the desk to face her captive. She gripped Jenny's jaw and pulling her

close said. 'We have to attend to some business now but we'll be back in an hour

then we'll continue our game. We haven't been making much progress so I think

we'll need to make the questions a little more penetrating if you get my drift'.

Jenny shuddered as the interrogator released her and turned to the sergeant.

'Leave her there, she's not going anywhere. We'll return later and take her to

the warehouse'. They left the office closing the door after them.

Chapter Four.

Twenty minutes later Jenny was still wriggling and writhing trying desperately

to free herself. She was having no luck at all when there came what could only

be described as a nervous knock on the door. She froze and stared at the door.

Who could this be. Her stomach tightened with hope. Was it John or someone else

come to rescue her. Should she shout out pleading for help or stay quiet hoping

they would realise no one was home and go away. While she debated with herself

the handle twisted and the door opened a couple of inches. A quivering voice

queried 'Hola. Por favor?' Jenny remained quiet not sure what to do when the

door was pushed open and a dark haired wrinkled face appeared looking round.

Hugo Alvarez was nervous at the best of times. A small man who had worked hard

all his life to scrape a living from the parched land. He and his brother Hector

would never bother the police with their troubles. The police were to be

avoided. They didn't take kindly to peasants wasting their time with trivia when

they could be out extorting money from those who had more than these two

wretches had ever seen. But their donkey, there major asset and the most

important part of their farming had wandered off and their need for it's return

had overridden their fear.

Hugo entered the office, his head bowed, his homemade straw hat clutched to his

chest. 'Hola. Por favor?' he asked again. After a few seconds and no response

he raised his head and looked around. His gaze roamed round the room and passed

right over the suspended Jenny. Such a sight didn't exist in his world so failed

to register on his consciousness. A second glance however and he realised a

naked female hung before him. He looked up at the angelic face wreathed in sweat

stained blonde hair. He slowly lowered his gaze down her glistening body taking

in the enormous pink tipped breasts, the flat stomach, the white cotton clad

loins and down the super long supple athletic thighs. He gazed reverentially at

this angel of loveliness which considering the women he'd seen naked in his life

for all intents and purposes she was. 'Err. Hello. Can you help me. Err..Por

favor' said Jenny looking at him hopefully. Hugo gaped then called to his

bother. 'Hector. Come in here quickly, they've captured an angel'. Hector poked

his identical head around the door and after a few seconds joined his twin.

Jenny looked down from her stretched out five foot eight at the two book ends.

Both brothers were small, under five feet, sun burnt to a dark ochre by years

working the fields and wrinkled like prunes, all the moisture leeched from their

skin. (Imagine a couple of Ferengi but without the charm or the ears).

Hugo whispered to Hector snatching glances at Jenny's suspended form. Hector

moved to the only other door in the office and opening it looked through. When

he was certain no one was around he returned to his brothers side. Hugo,

obviously the braver of the two, queried Jenny with a stream of Spanish. 'I'm

sorry I don't speak..er..Latin, can you release me please' she answered

shaking her wrists trying to indicate her predicament. Unfortunately the action

made her unfettered breasts shake and wobble which wasn't lost on the brothers.

Another conference took place then Hector moved behind Jenny and Hugo to her

front. 'The police will be back soon' pleaded Jenny which brought them to a

stop. They could understand Jenny as much as she could understand them but the

word 'Police' was similar in most languages. A quick look passed between them

and they resumed there advance. Hector reached out and took a handful of Jenny's

pink plump buttock.

He wasn't quick enough to avoid the swinging foot that thudded into his midriff.

The breath whooshed out of his mouth as he was dumped on his backside. Damn

thought Jenny he's so short I aimed to high. Hector crawled away clutching

himself to be joined by his twin who whispered in his ear. After a minute he

recovered and Jenny watched them warily as they advanced this time more

guardedly. Again Jenny lashed out with her foot but this time Hector ducked and

as she recovered her position dived forward encircling his arms about both her

legs. Jenny wriggled desperately trying to free herself but years of manual

labour had toughened the little mans muscles. Quickly Hugo moved forward.

Jenny expected them to hobble her legs but to her surprise he gripped her hair

and pulled down. Jenny's head jerked back and she gasped. As her mouth flew open

Hugo stuffed a dirty old rag inside and quickly secured it with a second tied

around her head effectively gagging her. The local populace were well used to

screams coming from the Police station but not in a language other than Spanish.

Having silenced her Hugo used another piece of old cloth to tie her ankles

together then both stepped back to study the blonde.

Jenny looked down fearfully at the two ugly little trolls before her. Both

smiled gleefully. Jenny would have gasped if she hadn't been gagged. Neither man

had a tooth in his head. Dentistry on the island was rudimentary at best and was

still performed by the barber/doctor/vet/dentist all one and the same. The local

sugar crop took care of even the toughest teeth and it wasn't unusual for the

natives to be toothless. Again Hector moved behind Jenny. Hugo moved to her

front and she blushed pink as his hot gaze drank in her nearly naked body. Jenny

trembled knowing rescue by these two was completely out of the question. They

obviously had a different game in mind. Hugo paused. So many different pieces of

succulent white flesh. Where to start. Where to start. Eventually he made up his

mind to save the best till last and bent down in front of her. He softly placed

his hard calloused hands around her calf and reverentially began to caress her

skin. He gradually moved his hands higher over her knees until he reached her

wonderful thighs. 'Mmmmm' Jenny moaned as he gripped and molded her supple upper

leg. One hand had forced itself between her bound legs and caressed her soft

inner thigh as he stroked and massaged her soft skin.

Hector had returned to his original target and was molding her pink plump butt

cheeks. He'd never felt anything so soft and pliable in his life. Jenny writhed

as the brothers continued upward. Hector stroked her long slender back while

Hugo caressed her flat stomach. Hector moved round to join his brother and they

both stared mesmerized at Jenny's gently wobbling breasts as she continued

wriggling trying to free herself. As if joined telepathically they both advanced

as one and seized a huge breast each. 'Mmmmmm' Jenny moaned louder as they

molested her mammoth bosom. Neither had ever seen breasts anywhere near this

large or beautiful. Soft pillows of flesh. Real, but surprisingly firm, tipped

with large pink rubbery nipples. 'Mmmmm' she moaned louder as fingers pulled and

twisted at her nipples. Both soon became aroused and started to erect.

Jenny moaned as loud as she could as simultaneously both men dived forward and

seized her pointed nipples and sucked them into their toothless gummy mouths.

Sucking strongly they clamped down gumming the long rubbery nipples and areolas.

Jenny writhed as her breasts were mauled and molested by the work hardened hands

and sucked and chewed by the soft toothless mouths.

The old croan cackled as the little wooden doll writhed as if being attacked.

The body it was copying was obviously in distress which pleased the vicious old

hag a lot. After nearly fifteen minutes of wriggling the tiny toy stilled then

it's tiny white panties started to lower. Slowly they were dragged down the

wooden legs, which had remained clamped together, until they were wrapped around

it's ankles. Almost immediately the doll renewed it's gyrations even more wildly

than before. The toys knees seemed spread wider apart as it swung around

seemingly tethered by it's slim wooden wrists to an invisible hook. The doll

threw back its head as if in mortal pain or the throws of ecstasy. So engrossed

was the old woman that she didn't see the slanted eyes watching her through the

only other window in the hut.

In the Police station the only sounds were of pleading moans and wet sucking.

Jenny swayed from her bonds while both the ugly little brothers sucked and

probed her body. After ten minutes they untied her ankles and spread them apart

retying them to convenient desk legs. Once they'd saved there money for months

and months to visit the local brothel. They'd both shared the cheapest, ugliest

whore in the place because she was the only one they could afford who would take

them on together. Now they had this angel in their power, her eyes were hooded

with lust and exhaustion and they planned to do the same again. They'd found a

box which was just the right height and had pushed it between the blondes legs.

Hugo was just about to hop up in front of Jenny when the door burst open and a

dark haired young boy rushed in. 'The Police are here, the Police are here' he

shouted. Both bothers panicked and forgetting there ardor ran for their lives

leaving a groaning, swaying Jenny and a smiling Pedro alone together.

Jenny slowly raised her head and through slitted eyes saw the young boy. 'Pedro,

free me' she pleaded. He quickly released her ankles sneaking a surreptitious

glance at her pink excited pussy while doing it. Then untied the rope from the

wall hook allowing her to drop exhausted to her knees. Finally he untied the

knot holding her wrists. Slowly she regained her senses and gasped 'The Police?'

'No worry, I lied, they no come'. 'Good boy' she replied rising to hug the boy.

She was in such a state she had forgotten she was naked but Pedro hadn't as his

mop head was pressed into her soft heaving bosom. He encircled Jenny's body and

his hands naturally fell right on her butt. After a few seconds Jenny realised

two tiny hands were gently squeezing her butt cheeks. 'Hey, cheeky. Hands off'

she said pushing him away. Pedro beamed and handed her her panties. Jenny pulled

them on under the lads appreciative gaze then looked round until she found a

shirt which she slipped on.

Chapter Five.

Jenny wasn't sure what to do. She finally reasoned John was her only answer but

she didn't know were he was. The only place she knew he would return to was the

Hotel so she headed back there. John wasn't back yet so she decided to wash away

the memories with a bath. After an hour she was ready to take on the world

again. She opened the bathroom door and entered the bedroom. Shocked beyond

belief she froze. Seated in the rooms only comfortable chair was the Police

Captain. Her smirking face staring at Jenny. Leaning indolently against the door

was the Sergeant. 'This is a small island' said the Captain. 'There is nowhere

you can run to my dear' she said shrugging. 'What do you want now' begged Jenny.

'Well you see we run a little business here on the island, a very lucrative

business. Unfortunately it needs feeding shall we say a constant diet of new

talent and you are as talented as we've seen for many a moon. We've decided it's

time for you to become a film star. How does that sound?' 'Thank you' said Jenny

sarcastically 'but I think I'll pass this time'. 'We thought you might say that

so we've arranged a little insurance'. So saying she produced a photo which she

tossed at Jenny's feet. She bent to pick it up and looked at it. Her face

blanched and froze. The picture showed John, his face pressed between the bars

of a Police cell. Jenny looked up. 'You bitch' she spat.

In a quiet intense voice the Captain said 'I'm sure you appreciate the position

you are in. I shouldn't need to tell you what will happen if you don't co-

operate with us save to say it will not be pleasant for your husband. Now to

continue. Our business is to provide films for discerning gentlemen'. Jenny

nearly said 'Yes I know' but caught herself just in time. If they suspected she

and John were there as anything other than tourists there lives would be

forfeit. 'Very special films of a very special nature. You will take a lead roll

in one of our productions and then you and your husband will be allowed to

leave'. Jenny appeared to struggle inwardly until she replied in a small voice

'I understand'. 'Good then you will accompany us to the warehouse. Come'. The

three of them left the room, Jenny held by the arm by the fiery eyed Sergeant

and descended the stairs, got in a car at the Hotel entrance and drove off. None

of them spotted the small dark head of Pedro who had been listening at the

bedroom door. Quickly he raced after them heading toward the Police station.

John sat disconsolately in his cell. Through the bars he could see the bored cop

guarding him lounging in a chair, his feet up on the desk, when a slim local

woman in a large straw hat entered. 'What do you want' the cop demanded. 'I want

to see the prisoner' she said. 'Go away woman. The prisoner sees no one by order

of the Captain. 'But I need to see him' she insisted. Exasperated he rose and

walked round the desk intending to throw the peasant out. The last thing he

expected was the foot that thudded into his testicles doubling him over. He

dropped groaning, clutching himself as she expertly chopped the back of his

exposed neck laying him out cold. John watched as she then retrieved the cell

key from his belt and opened his prison door. She removed her hat and John

looked into the beaming face of Suki Namura. 'Thanks Suki' he said kissing her

on the cheek. She said 'Quick, lock him in the cell'. John dragged the

unconscious cop into the cell and locked it. Suddenly Pedro burst in. 'They've

taken Jenny. The Captain and Sergeant they've taken her'. 'Do you know where'

asked John. 'I only heard them refer to the warehouse. I know of one such place

that is guarded day and night'. 'Right' said John lets go. 'Wait' said Suki and

used the guards keys to open the gun cabinet. They quickly armed themselves then

rushed out. 'We don't have a car. How far is it' demanded John. 'About thirty

minutes walk into the jungle' answered Pedro. 'then I guess we should run'.

The car bumped and jostled along a dirt road before pulling up in front of a

dilapidated warehouse. Fiery eyes honked the car horn until a small hatch opened

up and a pair of beady eyes surveyed them. The large doors were opened and he

drove the car inside. Jenny, who had been sitting in the rear with the Captain,

was dragged out and thrust into a small room. 'Wait here' she was instructed.

The Captain, Sergeant and the third man then moved to another part of the

warehouse. They passed into a larger room which looked like an amateur film

studio. A number of sets had been created, a bedroom, kitchen, stable, dungeon

and video cameras and lighting stood around.

'This one could make us a fortune' began the Captain. 'She's the best we've ever

taken. I think we should break her in slow, string her along, we could get a

dozen movies out of her before she realises we aren't ever going to let her go.

So let us decide which scene we should do first. We have outstanding orders for

a number of videos. Some of them are too violent at this stage. We don't want

her

marked up to badly so early on. It would limit what we could film and how much

money she could make for us'. Fiery eyes quickly said 'I want first crack at

her'. The Captain retorted 'I was hoping to take that position myself, Rank has

it's perks, you know, Sergeant' she said emphasising the last word. 'Well how

about the burglar script' he said. 'Not to much violence and we both get to take

part together'. The Captain thought and smiling broadly nodded agreeing.

The door opened on Jenny's temporary prison and the unknown man thrust a page of

typescript at her. 'Read this, we start in ten minutes'. Jenny started to read,

luckily it was in English. After the first few lines she began to tremble. The

script outlined in the most basic of terms the scene they wanted her to play. No

dialogue just direction and precious little of that. The scene was very simple.

She was to be asleep in the bed when two bandits break in and discovering her

decide on taking much more then the family silver. The third man returned once

more and threw some thin lacy lingerie and some stockings at her. 'Costume. Put

it on' he instructed bruskly. Five minutes later he returned. He studied her now

she had changed. The night dress he'd given her was of a very short negligee. It

was practically transparent and very low cut revealing generous amounts of her

bosom and only reached just below her butt. Her legs were encased in the shear

dark nylons. He nodded appreciatively and led her to the larger room. No one

else was there yet. He pushed her toward the bed and ordered her to get under

the single sheet. She lay down obediently and he arranged the sheet so it only

covered her hips leaving her upper body exposed. He fiddled with some lights and

hoisted a small video camera on to his shoulder then shouted 'Ready'. 'You sleep

until told' he instructed Jenny before lowering the lights so it resembled

nighttime. She lay on her back. 'Oh John, for you dear'. Trembling she closed

her eyes.

John, Suki and Pedro were labouring and the run through the jungle was taking it

out of them. They were all pretty fit but not used to running in the tropical

heat. Still they were desperate to save Jenny. Both John and Suki had read the

reports and had a fair idea what lay in store for her if they failed to reach

her in time.

Jenny listened intently but only heard small noises as the scene started. Two

other figures one shining a torch had joined her on the set both dressed in

black and wearing balaclavas. They played their part looking round the room

examining items when the torch beam flashed on to Jenny lying in the bed. The

character stopped and signaled to the second robber indicating the prone figure.

Both realising she was asleep advanced toward the bed and looked down at her.

The torch lovingly roamed over her upper body highlighting her prominent breasts

for the camera. Then the second robber gently seized the sheet and peeled it

down revealing the rest of the sleeping figure. Again the torch roamed down her

body over her hips and along her mile long legs then back up to illuminate her

hips. Burglar one gently reached forward and lifted the bottom of the gauzy

negligee exposing Jenny's hairless slit to the video camera.

At last John saw the warehouse ahead of them and they slowed while still hidden

in the undergrowth. A quick reconnoiter failed to reveal any gun totting guards

so they advanced stealthily. The large warehouse doors had a smaller door within

it which they quickly forced and guns drawn headed inside.

Jenny jerked upwards as a hand inserted itself between her thighs and struck out

catching a black clad robber right in the face. Fiery eyes reared up at the pain

as the camera man shouted 'Cut. 'Look that's no good you're supposed to stay

asleep until your negligee has been completely cut open. Now do it again'.

'Bitch smacked me right in the eye' shouted fiery eyes complaining. The other

robber snatched off her balaclava revealing the Captain. 'Lets change the script

slightly' she said and beckoned the Sergeant over to the other side of the room

were they had a whispered conversation. 'Teach her a lesson' she instructed him

He returned with a broad smile on his face as if the Captain had made his

dreams come true and he stood by the side of the bed ready to resume.

'OK. Action' said the cameraman again. Fiery eyes said 'Bitch' and grabbed Jenny

by the hair dragging her out of bed. He then sat down and dragged her over his

knee. 'I'll teach you to strike me' he spat. The camera meanwhile had moved in

close and was panning over Jenny's upturned butt which was mostly revealed by

the negligee. Fiery eyes stroked her cheeks as if testing the skin in

preparation. 'He raised his hand high to deliver the first blow'.

John and Suki, guns drawn, quietly made their way along the warehouses dingy

long central wooden corridor. One stopping to give cover while the other moved

forward and then vice versa. Each room they came to was silently checked until

there remained a solitary door left in front of them. John used the hand

signals he'd been taught in training to indicate to Suki that they would enter

the door together. He would go high, she low, hoping to catch the gang by

surprise while covering as much of the interior as they could with only their

two weapons. John ever so slowly turned the door handle preying that it was

oiled and didn't creek giving them away then together they shouldered though

waving their guns about. They both stood with their mouths open in shock. The

silence echoed in the emptiness. The room was bare. No cameras, no scenery, and

especially no Jenny.

THWACK. Jenny jerked as the first spank smacked into her butt making the already

tender skin ripple. Fiery eyes was steaming. The blow in the face would be

repaid a thousand fold. Again he slapped her butt the skin already turning pink.

He varied his target as his arm descended again and again. First one cheek then

the other. Upward then down to her thighs. Jenny wriggled and writhed but the

spanking continued. No amount of pleading made any difference as the Sergeant

laid into her with venom. Each slashing blow was lovingly recorded as her flesh

turned from pink to livid scarlet and tears began to well in her eyes.

John and Suki turned to Pedro. 'There must be another warehouse, think boy,

where is it'. Pedro screwed up his face thinking hard. 'Yes, about 20 minutes

walk from here there is another' he finally said. 'Oh God. we'll never be in

time'.

Jenny's butt rippled as another blow descended. The tears were flowing now as

the pain in her butt reached unbearable levels. 'Enough' said the Captain. Fiery

eyes drew back his arm and landed an extra hard final blow tipping Jenny from

his knees and onto the floor. 'Let that be a lesson to you' said the Captain.

'Stray from the script again and I'll let the Sergeant think up something even

more painful'.

Jenny sobbed quietly but nodded. 'Right up on your knees time for the next

Scene'. Fiery eyes stood before her smirking. Jenny wiped the tears away as he

unzipped himself and fished out his dick. 'We'll let him have his fun and then

me and my plastic friend will take a turn. I'm sure a decedent western whore

like you knows what to do' said the Captain. 'Make it good or else'. Jenny

nodded again and reached for the cock in front of her face. Steeling herself she

opened her mouth and fed him between her soft pink lips. The sergeant threw back

his head and groaned as she started to suck on him while swirling her tongue

around the big purple head. The camera zoomed in as the now rock hard glistening

saliva covered cock pumped in and out of her mouth.

Jenny was thinking hard. She had to make this last to give someone, anyone, time

to rescue her. She was sure her darling husband would find a way. If fiery eyes

cums to quickly they'd move on to the next and more serious scenes. She slowed

her movements trying to prolong the scene. She tried to apply the minimum

pressure and stopped using her tongue. He didn't seem to notice or at least if

he did he was content to lengthen the amount of time he spent pumping between

her lips.

The breath rasped in John's throat as he ran. Suki wasn't in much better shape

and Pedro had dropped behind. Suddenly he burst out of the jungle into a

clearing and saw the second warehouse. He waited for Suki to join him and they

stood there trying to get their breath back while looking for any guards. They

couldn't see any so advanced again toward a second large wooden door with a

smaller door in it.

Fiery eyes was beginning to thrust more insistently now. He grunted each time

his cock plunged into Jenny. Deeper and deeper reaching almost into her throat.

She tried not to gag but it wasn't easy. He had her by the hair and the pumping

was relentless. The camera still recorded every second of her suffering in full

glorious colour. The web would soon get a new video to download.

The warehouse was a duplicate of the first one so, knowing the layout, John and

Suki's search of each room went a lot quicker. They once more were left with a

final remaining door after all the others had proved empty. With drawn gun John

opened the door silently and peeked in. In the gloom he could see a one

cameraman and another man standing while a third person sat a little way off

observing. He could only see the back of Jenny and the standing mans entire

lower body was obscured. He pushed the door open and quickly, silently he and

Suki stepped through guns raised. The Captain froze, the cameraman froze and

Fiery eyes froze. John wiggled his gun upward and they all started to raise

their arms. Jenny hadn't heard anything and continued working on the penis in

her mouth which suddenly spurted forth and bathed her tongue and tonsils with

hot fresh goo.

'Everyone freeze and hands up' shouted John unnecessarily. Jenny immediately

recognised the voice of her husband and thought of turning to him but

suddenly realised the situation she was in. She still had a mouthful of Latin

giz and Fiery eyes dick in her mouth. Keeping her back to them and hiding the

Sergeants lower body she quickly tucked the dick back into his trousers and

swallowed down the creamy liquid in her mouth. Licking her lips until she was

satisfied no evidence remained she leapt up shrieking 'Darling, darling.

Thank God you got here just in time' and rushed over to hug him.

Chapter Six.

The following morning the authorities arrived from the mainland to collect the

Captain, Sergeant and cameraman who had been locked in their own jail overnight

and John went to help them round up the rest of the gang. The evidence Suki had

gathered during her time on the Island would convict them all. In the Hotel room

Suki and Pedro were in full conspirator mode and conducting an intense whispered

conversation. Jenny had been in the bathroom for the last hour. The warm soapy

water helping her to start a fresh day after her ordeal. Eventually she emerged

wrapped in a voluminous white toweling robe skin aglow and blonde hair clean and

flowing. Suki and Pedro broke apart guiltily. Jenny didn't notice.

Suki rose, hugged Jenny and kissed her on the cheek. 'Time for you to pay the

reward' she said. 'Suki, not in front of the boy. Anyway I'm not in the mood.

John could be back soon'. Suki backed off and sat down at the simple wooden

table. 'Have you seen this' she asked. Reaching into a hold all at her feet she

drew out a small wooden doll and sat it in the middle of the table top. Jenny

studied it but didn't seem impressed. 'It's cheap local rubbish. Why did you buy

it?' Suki said 'It has a neat trick, watch'. Jenny idly watched as Suki quietly

chanted words that seemed to have no meaning. The doll twitched and awoke rising

to stand. Slowly a white toweling robe appeared about it's form. Jenny

approached and the doll took a couple of steps before Suki seized it round the

waist and moved it back to the middle of the table surface. Jenny bent to look

more closely and the doll followed suit and bent at the waist. 'That's

fantastic' said Jenny. 'Will they be in the shops for Christmas'. Suki smiled

then straightened the doll. Jenny felt an invisible force raise her shoulders

until she stood erect. 'What the...What's happening' she exclaimed spinning

round searching for who had touched her. Meanwhile Suki took a small rubber band

and wound it round the dolls ankles then a second round it's torso holding it's

little wooden arms against it sides.

Jenny tried to move but she felt the familiar force holding her in place, her

arms fixed to her sides. 'Suki. Help me...it's happening again' she pleaded.

Suki rose and slowly circled Jenny. 'When I said time to pay the reward I wasn't

talking about to me. I was referring to Pedro' she said nodding toward the

smiling boy. 'He has been working with me right from the start. It was Pedro who

brought the Police to save you from the mob when you were naked in the town

square. It was Pedro who released you from the Police station when you were

providing entertainment for the troll brothers and it was Pedro who guided us to

the warehouse were you were making your feature film debut. By the way I've seen

the video of your performance. A little to enthusiastic I thought but your

secret is safe with me'. Jenny reddened then said 'Ok. I suppose he does deserve

a reward then. What do you think he wants?' 'Do you know what every thirteen

year old boy in the entire world spends most of their time thinking about?' 'Oh

alright' said Jenny. 'I'll buy him an X-Box. Lord knows where he'll plug it in'.

'No, try again'. 'Soccer?' 'No'. 'School'. 'No'. Well what then?' Suki whispered

in her ear 'Girls'.

'Girls?' said Jenny. 'Yes, girls. They want to know how they work so we're going

to give him a biology lesson as his reward'. 'Suki. No. Stop this please. Let me

go' Jenny pleaded trying to struggle free of the invisible bindings but Suki

only nodded to Pedro. He rose and approached Jenny to stand in front of her. She

looked down at his smiling face watching him warily wondering what he was going

to do'. Pedro looked at Suki nervously and she nodded again urging him on. He

tentatively reached forward to the toweling belt tied around Jenny's waist and

started to pull it loose. 'No. Stop' gasped Jenny realising what he intended but

Pedro pressed on. On the table the belt around the waist of the little wooden

doll, now with flowing blonde hair, slowly unraveled and hung down. Jenny

screeched as the unfettered robe slowly started to open.

Pedro's eyes opened wide as a thin line of pink flesh peaked out between the

lapels of the toweling. He glanced at Suki who again urged him on. Trembling

fingers rose to take each side of Jenny's robe and slowly he drew the two sides

apart. 'Please Pedro. No' Jenny whined 'I'll buy you anything you want. A shiny

new car, a shiny new donkey. Anything' she begged but Pedro knew exactly what he

wanted and it was absolutely priceless. The robe slipped from the dolls

shoulders and pooled around it's ankles.

Jenny turned her head and said 'Suki you bitch. I'll get you for this'. Suki

moved to stand at Jenny's back, reached up and pulled her long blonde hair until

it hung down her back before giving her a peck on the cheek. She snatched her

head back quickly as Jenny attempted to bite her nose off. Pedro stared

hungrily at Jenny's naked front. From her frowning face down over her enormous

breasts, down her wonderfully flat stomach and on to the confluence at the top

of her thighs. He stared amazed at the naked slit revealed to him. None of the

older women he'd ever sneakily spied bathing were hairless. Exactly the

opposite. Many of them not only had a black mat of hair guarding their pussies

but enough under their arms to stuff a sofa. Some of the more masculine ones

even ran to the moustaches favoured by the men.

Jenny gasped as Pedro placed a still trembling hand on the upper slope of her

left breast. He held it still feeling the soft warm skin before stoking down

around the outside of her enormous globe. His other hand joined the first and

together they explored her mammary, squeezing, caressing. He marveled at the

weight of her breast and how it always sprang back into it's perfect shape no

matter how much he sank his fingers into the soft flesh. Jenny's eyes had closed

as Pedro caressed her. He switched to the other tit becoming more confident

pressing harder, pushing, pulling, kneading. 'What are these' he asked pointing

to the pink tips. 'They are the most sensitive parts' said Suki. 'Try them'. He

tweaked one and Jenny jumped as best she could. He pulled and twisted them and

was delighted when they grew. 'They're getting bigger' he said. 'That means

you're doing it right' said Suki. 'Isn't he' she whispered in Jenny's ear. 'God

yes...No. I mean you cow Suki. Let me go'. Suki smiled and looked over Jenny's

shoulder at Pedro and pointed to her mouth. Pedro was unsure. He'd seen mothers

suckling their youngsters but he'd no idea grown ups suckled as well. He lifted

Jenny's left breast with both hands and sucked the erect pink nipple into his

mouth. Jenny shivered as the sensation coursed through her chest. Pedro found

the harder he sucked the more Jenny trembled but no matter how much suction he

generated no milk spurted out which on the whole he was glad of. He switched to

the twin and gave it the same treatment. By now Jenny had started to breathe

more heavily giving little groans every few seconds.

Pedro caressed and mouthed Jenny's mammaries for minutes more until Suki tweaked

his ear. He stopped and looked up expectantly. She again pointed this time

lower. Jenny was moaning quietly to herself as the pleasure from her breasts

grew until her eyes shot open and she screeched 'Pedro!' His little hand had

cupped her pussy. He pressed on stroking her naked slit until intriguingly her

pussy lips swelled and separated. As he rubbed and squeezed rhythmically he

realised his hand was becoming moist and a small bump was pressing into his

palm. Jenny was now moaning louder and her head swayed so much that Suki had to

hold her to prevent her toppling over. Jenny jerked and groaned as Pedro

slipped a finger into her. It felt like the warm apple pie his mother used to

make. He felt Jenny's internal muscles gripping his finger as he delved deeper

pushing into her now well lubricated womanhood. No matter how far he pushed his

little finger kept sinking deeper and deeper until he could reach no further. As

he dragged his finger back out Jenny shuddered even more as he unknowingly

dragged his digit right over her g-spot. He added a second finger and pushed in

again and again round and round experimenting to see which movement elicited the

most reaction. Suddenly Jenny stopped groaning. He looked up to see Suki had

begun caressing Jenny's breasts gripping and sinking her fingers deep into her

flesh, pinching her nipples much harder than he had dared, pulling and

stretching them out an alarming distance while the two women kissed hungrily

their tongues almost fighting each other. He pumped his fingers inside her some

more before asking 'What's this bit' pointing to the top of Jenny' pussy. That's

the best bit of all said Suki again pointing to her mouth. He knelt and

experimentally stuck his tongue out and touched it gently to the red and swollen

nubbin. Jenny trembled and finding he quite liked the unusual taste he

licked again, and again, and again. Jenny was going nuts. She was so close.

'Don't stop, please don't stop'. But Suki had other ideas. Again she tweaked his

ear and he looked up his eyes and mouth shining. Surely there can't be more.

Suki motioned to the doll. Pedro retrieved it and handed it to her. She held

it by the middle and started to bend the little wooden legs. Jenny followed suit

and slowly sank down until she was on her knees. Suki removed the rubber band

from around the dolls ankles and spread it's legs apart. Jenny mimicked the

motion until her knees were a foot apart. She had regained some sense since the

stimulation had stopped and looked up to see what was happening. Suki walked

round undid the belt on Pedro's shorts and lowered them. To his utter

embarrassment his not so little penis sprang upward saluting fiercely. Jenny

gasped again. She knew what Suki had in mind. 'Suki, you utter cow.' Again Suki

smiled and gripped Jenny's nose until she was forced to open her mouth to

breathe. Quickly she pushed Pedro forward and planted his dick unerringly

between Jenny's soft pink lips. Pedro, as if tapping into some genetically

inherited masculine knowledge, gripped Jenny's head to hold her in place and

began to piston in and out of her mouth. He could feel for the first time his

gland's rubbing over a woman's rough cat like tongue and he threw back his head

in ecstasy.

Jenny 'Mmmfff'ed and 'Mmmmmm'ed as he used her. She was content in the knowledge

that he would only last a couple of seconds more but just as he seemed to be

tightening Suki tweaked his ear even harder breaking his concentration. He

began again. Jenny shot a venomous look at Suki. 'Bitch' she thought as again he

built toward climax thrusting deeper into her warm wetness. She began using her

tongue to stimulate him even more to finish it but just at the most crucial

moment Suki pinched him again. If looks could kill Suki would have dropped dead

on the spot. Pedro began yet again. By now he was becoming so desperate it was

going to take an atom bomb to stop him cuming. Sensing this Suki bent down and

reaching round Jenny jammed three fingers deep inside her. Jenny jumped as

Suki's knowing fingers sought out her g-spot and her thumb scrapped over her

erect and excited clit. Pedro thrust back and forth until for the second time in

two days Jenny's mouth was awash with salty Latin goodness. Suki kept on

plunging her fingers home pistoning into Jenny's pussy. She gripped her clit and

pinched it, rolling it, until she surrendered her body once more to a mind

shattering orgasm. Even the little doll quite enjoyed it.

Epilogue.

Some days later at the jetty John Richards handed down the suit cases to the

crewman in the small boat in preparation for departing the island. He turned to

see Pedro approaching. 'Adios senyor' he said sticking out his small hand which

John took and shook warmly. 'Adios Pedro. Look after yourself' he replied. The

boy was in a very happy frame of mind. The man had given him enough dollars to

set him up for life when Suki had expanded on the part he'd played in their

adventures, well most of his expanded part. She'd left out the bit were he and

Suki had left his wife a quivering, sweat covered, sated wreck on their Hotel

bed.

His biology lesson hadn't ended when he had spent himself inside her saliva

dripping mouth. Suki had instructed him in kissing and he'd practiced on the

captive Jenny who had been stretched out on her back on the bed. He began softly

teasing her lips with his. She tried to resist but in a post orgasmic haze

eventually surrendered herself to her fate and soon he was ravaging and sucking

on her lips. Soon their tongues were dueling together.

They'd then moved down to her breasts and he gaped as Suki demonstrated on

Jenny's enormous tits exactly what she liked and then had him repeat the

squeezing, stroking, sucking, biting on her himself. Jenny was groaning and

twitching when they'd moved even lower. Suki showed him how to turn Jenny into a

sweating, moaning, pleading, begging slab of orgasmic flesh, stopping just as

she was approaching release before allowing him to take her place. He'd probed

her vagina with his fingers and tongue, tasting, licking, applying suction to

her swollen reddened clit forcing her higher and higher. He looked up when a

moaning, groaning, writhing Jenny suddenly went silent. He nearly popped himself

as he watched Suki lower her own moist and open vagina over Jenny's gaping mouth

and goggled as Jenny tried to feverishly eat Suki's pussy like a tiger tearing

at fresh meat. Within a minute Suki reared up as Jenny brought her to a

screaming orgasm and then followed closely behind as Pedro sucked her clit

between his teeth and gently bit down. Her muscular contractions were so strong

she nearly succeeded in breaking the invisible bindings. Across the room the

little doll, it's blonde hair plastered to it's wooden head in orgasmic ecstasy

bounced across the table top and fell onto the floor.

Footsteps sounded on the wooden decking and Pedro and John turned to watch Suki

and Jenny approach. Suki smiled at Pedro and hugged him warmly. She tousled his

hair and whispered in his ear 'Remember what we taught you and you'll be a very

popular boy' then winked at him and stepped aboard the boat. Pedro looked at

Jenny sheepishly. She hesitated a second before stepping closer. He steeled

himself half expecting a swinging right hook when she pulled him to her and

clasped him to her bosom. She squeezed him tight before kissing him on the lips,

a little passionately John thought for a young boy, then turned slowly and with

a dreamy smile on her faced boarded the ferry.

Pedro waved as the boat departed. He smiled broadly as he played back the

previous days activities in his minds eye. Then adjusting his shorts he turned

back toward the town. Innocent sixteen year old Margaretta with the flashing

dark eyes and the burgeoning chest had promised to meet him and he was sure he

could show her some things few of the other boys could. If he had his way he

would definitely be the most popular boy on the whole island.

Eight hours later the three agents landed back at London's Heathrow airport

Jenny was directed to the red channel where a customs man opened her bag. Inside

was a small crude wooden doll. It had little slanted eyes painted on the smooth

wooden head and a black hair wound around its neck. 'A souvenir?' he asked.

Jenny smiled nastily nodding. 'Not so long now Suki. Soon we'll be in the middle

of the concourse. Hundreds maybe thousands of people. Payback's a Bitch' she

thought.

The End

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