The Once And Future Bond By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. James Bond, other Bond characters and other characters referenced belong to their copyright holders. This story is meant as a parody, so references to those characters are made under that context and are not intended to infringe on anyone’s copyright. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com I am afraid he's dead Minister" said M into the phone. He paused to listen to the person on the other end. "Squashed by an elephant I am told." More listening. "He was dressed as a clown." More listening. "He was Working undercover to trace the source of the recent rash of political assassinations." More listening. "He at least was able to tell us how Dr. Rednoze was doing it before he was squashed." More listening. "The poison was in the custard pies that people were being hit with." More listening. "Yes, we will activate his replacement immediately. I will have my secretary contact the new man as soon as she is done with her current task." M looked down under his desk as he said that last bit to watch the brunette who was bobbing her mouth up and down on his cock. Her blouse was unbuttoned and her bra removed so that her large, round breasts jiggled and bounced enticingly. The head of MI6 barely managed to suppress a moan of pleasure as he felt Moneypenny's tongue lapping at his balls as her nose was now pressed tight against his belly with his entire member down her throat. "Yes Minister, I will send the Sympathy card around in inter-office mail for you to sign. I am sure his family will appreciate the gesture, especially since they are going to have to hold a closed coffin funeral." More listening. "Yes, very flat I am afraid. I was told they would only need an envelope instead of a coffin." More listening. "Good day to you too Minister." Hanging up the phone, M grabbed Moneypenny by her hair and began to pull her face up and down on his cock with ever increasing speed while she gagged and choked. He felt his balls tighten and then he exploded his load into her mouth and down her throat. Fuck, he loved his job. There was no one to question his actions when he could always invoke the official secrets act. He had just been giving his secretary some dictation for half an hour was all and of course the contents were much too confidential to discuss. "You heard my conversation with the Minister?" M asked as he slipped his now flaccid cock back into his pants. "Er, I only heard one side of it," replied Moneypenny as she licked a bit of cum from her lips and stood up to button her blouse. "I gather someone was killed sir?" "Ye, we lost 007 I am afraid," replied M. "Oh how horrible," gasped Moneypenny. "He was always so suave and polite when he came to the office." "Yes, well he won't be diddling you anymore I am afraid," leered M. "When you get back to your desk, call up the list of students from the last graduating class of the spy academy, tell whoever graduated first that he is the new 007 Bond and to get his ass in here to meet with me ten minutes ago. I have an important mission for him." "Doesn't he get a new number or name?" asked Moneypenny as she finished doing up her last button and headed for the door. "M snorted. "The name and number are just a title and belong to whoever fills the position. It is the same with you, me and Q." "Oh, I didn't realize that there had been a Moneypenny before me," said Moneypenny. “I thought it was a code name they created just for me.” “No,” replied M, “it is just like that dreadful television show where they change the lead actor every few years.” “Um, Star Trek?” asked Moneypenny uncertainly. “No, no, no,” said M with a frown on his face. “They have totally unbelievable plots.” “The Brady Bunch?” asked an even more confused Moneypenny. “It is a science fiction show you twit,” snapped M. “I forget who the lead character is …,” the head spy broke off and snapped his fingers. “That’s it, Dr. Whom.” “Who, corrected Moneypenny. M just stared at her blankly for a few seconds then shrugged. “Anyway, it is just like that show, whatever it is called, where the actor changes, but the character is supposedly the same.” "I will still rather miss the original James though," said Moneypenny who also had a fondness for the original Dr. Who. "Original?" M snorted again. "The one you met wasn't the original. Hmm how many have there been now?" he mused. "There was Sean, George, Roger, Sean again, though that was a clone of the first one, Timothy, Pierce and Daniel , so this makes number eight, or maybe it is nine. I might have missed one of the twits." * * * Half an hour later Moneypenny was sitting at her desk in the outer office waiting for the new 007. She wanted to get off on the right foot with him, so she had undone the top two buttons on her blouse to give him a few acres of cleavage to look at. The outer office door opened and with a smile she turned to greet the man and froze in place as a tall, dark skinned woman stood there. The woman was a few inches short of six feet, though the heels on her white calf high boots boosted her over that mark by a good inch. Her flawless skin was the colour of the very best dark chocolate, her black hair curled tight on her head and she stood there looking down at Moneypenny with a pair of dark brown eyes, a shade or two lighter than her skin. She was dressed in a buttoned up white blouse and matching skirt that provided a fantastic contrast with her skin and while quite business like, they did nothing to hide the voluptuous body under them. "Er, can I help you?" Moneypenny finally remembered to ask as she tore her gaze from the woman's chest to look her in the eyes. "My name is Bond, James Bond," said the woman in a cultured accent with just the barest trace of somewhere more exotic such as Jamaica buried deep inside it. "You are who?" blurted out Moneypenny, sure she had heard the woman wrong. "I'm Bond, James Bond," repeated the dark skinned woman and then when Moneypenny just sat there with her mouth hanging open, she went on. "Er, I did say that right didn't I? It was something they stressed a lot at the spy academy along with backgammon and blackjack for some reason. I know the first name isn't quite right, but I didn't think I should change it without getting permission first." The woman ground to a halt and stood there looking worried and hopeful. Moneypenny finally managed to get her brain back into gear, picked up the intercom phone and buzzed M. "The new 007 is here sir," she intoned in a stunned voice, still unable to take her eyes off the other woman standing there in front of her desk. * * * M stared speechlessly at his newest agent with a license to kill after she had introduced herself and just picked up the red phone to directly link him to the Minister. An unfamiliar female voice sounded in his ear. "This is M, let me talk to the Minister please," he said, assuming some new silly twit of a secretary had dared to answer the hot line. He listened for several seconds. "Fired? But I talked to him just an hour ago? What happened? More listening. "I can't believe Sir Jeffery would have done that." More listening. "You say he forced his secretary to perform oral sex on him and they have it all on the security video?" More listening. "Yes, very shocking and I am sure it was most unpleasant to have to watch it, but I need to talk to the new Minister then." More listening. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were the new Minister. I just assumed it would be .... er someone taller." More listening. "Yes, I am sure it is about time we had a female Minister." More listening. "Yes, I am sure more diversity is a good thing, but it seems there has been a mistake with the new 007." More listening. "No Minister, I wouldn't want to join Sir Jeffery in looking for employment. Yes, thank you for your time Minister. Good bye Minister" "Stupid bitch, muttered M after he had carefully hung up the phone and then he looked nervously around the office. "Well, it appears like I am stuck with you," he said with a sigh as he glared at his new 007. "Yes sir," replied the woman meekly, though on the inside she wanted to do a little dance of celebration, preferably on the nuts of this asshole. "I suppose, we need to do something about your name," muttered M with a frown. "Jane perhaps? Justine? How about Olivia, I hear it is a popular name these days." "Er, how about Jamie sir?" asked the woman." M considered this for a few seconds. "Albright, give it a try," he said finally sitting back in his chair. The woman gulped and then snapped to full attention. "My name is Bond, Jamie Bond," she said crisply. "I suppose it will have to do," replied M with another deep sigh. "Well since I have no choice, I have an important mission for you Bond. I do hope you don't make a hash of it like you did the last time Bond." "Er, that wasn't me," replied Jamie defensively. "I mean, I just started today and all." "Don't try and confuse me with some of your Zen mumbo jumbo Bond," snapped M. "I would really rather give this job to 009, but the inconsiderate bastard got both his legs amputated this morning." "A skiing accident sir, or did something happen to him on a mission?" asked a worried looking Jamie. "I was told it was a pack of feral chihuahuas. We are still investigating the details." "Yes sir," replied Jamie. "What is my mission then sir?" M pressed a button on his desk and a screen on one wall lit up to display the faces of three women. "We have received information that someone is trying to blackmail these three women. All three are highly important and any compromising of them is a threat to national security. Your mission is to discover if the blackmail threat is real and if it is then to eliminate the threat, with extreme prejudice if required." "Who are the women sir?" asked Jamie. "The blonde on the left is Cynthia Hautbody, she comes from old money and is the deputy minister to the Lord of the Exchequer. The slant eyed, er Asian woman in the center is Jade Throat and she is the CEO of a large defence contractor. The brown skinned one on the right is Verity Wanton and she is a test pilot with the RAF. She has flown and has access to the specifications of all our new aircraft including the new Fish plane." "Fish Plane?" asked Jamie. "It is a plane shaped like a fish?" "No, no, no," replied M. "It runs on fish sticks instead of fossil fuels. If it pans out, we won't have to worry about ever running out of jet fuel for our planes again. We can go to just about any street corner in London and get an order of fish and chips to go and fuel up a plane. The only problem is that after a few days in the fuel tank of the plane, you get the most god awful smell that attracts every cat within twenty miles." "Couldn't you use the chips instead?" asked Jamie. "Do try to be serious 007," snapped M. "Now I want you to go see Q to get kitted up properly. He will give you digital files with more information on the three women as well." Jamie nodded and hurried from the room while a thoughtful looking M tried to remember the password to access the video cameras that recorded everything in his office. In light of his conversation with the new Minister, it seemed like a good idea to eliminate any potential embarrassing snippets. * * * Jamie didn't know it, but there had also been a change recently in Q. The details were of course classified, but the old Q had suffered a severe injury during one of his experiments. It hadn't been fatal, but it had forced him to retire as his current medical condition kept him from working comfortably. The scuttlebutt was that he had been testing his new penis enlarger when there had been a power surge. When the screaming from inside the lab had stopped, his assistants had found him holding his three foot cock and whimpering. Being as dedicated as he was, Q had tried to shrug off the accident and return to work, but it had been too distracting for him and the rest of the people in the lab, especially when it got hard and he couldn't even get close to his workbench. Dr. Honeydew, the new Q was a short, bald man with black rimmed glasses who couldn't believe his good fortune in landing this job. He had been working on special effects on a television show when he was offered the job. For a brief moment, he wondered if they hadn't meant to offer the job to his older brother who was always bragging about the eight PhD’s that he held in things like Quantum Mechanics and Chemistry. They hardly made him any more qualified than he was with his certificate in interior decorating from the prestigious Academy of Applied Science and Magic where he had gone. Ok, "gone" was a little strong, but he had mailed away for his certificate and it had cost him a hundred pounds. That hundred pounds had taken a lot of overtime at Wal-Mart stocking shelfs to earn and where he had taught himself everything he needed to know from the self help books and watching YouTube on his coffee breaks. "What kind of gadgets do you have for me?" asked Jamie after shaking hands with Q and introducing herself. "Oh, I have some very unique items that I am sure you will love," gushed Q. "Now please take off your blouse and bra." "Say what?" demanded Jamie incredulously as she stared at the man in the stained lab coat. "I have a special new bra for you to try on," explained Q hurriedly as he stared fixedly at her breasts. "Well, ok I guess," replied Jamie uncertainly as she slowly undid the buttons on her white blouse and slipped it off to reveal a rather stressed looking white bra under it. Her large, dark tits practically exploded out of it when she undid the catch and released the pent up pressure that had been trying to hold them in check. "Hmm, first I need to check the size to make the final adjustments on the new bra," said Q as he produced a tape measure and deftly wrapped it around Jamie's boobs. His hands barely shook at all as he read out "38" to himself. Jamie blushed and couldn’t help notice that the half dozen or so assistants, both male and female, in the lab had stopped working on whatever they had been working on to stare at her exposed tits. Jamie was so embarrassed by this, she didn't notice Q's hands reach out to suddenly cup and squeeze one of her breasts in each hand. "G cup I would say," he murmured before removing his hands and picking up a new bra that he adjusted some straps and buckles on before handing it to Jamie to put on. Eager to cover up her breasts from prying eyes, Jamie took the new bra and quickly slipped it into place. She had to admit, it was very comfortable and light weight. "What does it do?" she asked. "It is a double barrelled gun," replied Q proudly. "You just point your breasts at your target and fire." "Really?" asked Jamie. "How do I fire them? I don't see any triggers." "That is the genius of it," replied Q proudly,. "When your nipples get hard enough, they fire the guns automatically. You just have to be careful not to get er aroused when you don't want to shoot anything." Jamie considered this briefly and then her eyes were drawn inevitably down to her breasts and her nipples. BANG. BANG. The bra fired its double load and across the lab, one man went down clutching his chest and a second man stood there looking at the bloody hole in his arm. "Oops," said Jamie. "Hmm, it looks like I will need to adjust the trigger mechanism a bit," said Q thoughtfully and then glanced at the two assistants who had been shot. "Wilkins, you better take Collins and go to the infirmary to get patched up." "I think Collins is dead," said Wilkins doubtfully as he stared down at his companion and gave him a little tap with his foot. "Right in the heart from the looks of things which is a real shame since I know he signed his organ donor card. From the amount he drinks, I doubt his liver is worth taking." Q sighed. "Well take him to the morgue then and don't forget to fill out the accident report forms. M gets so testy when we don't do that." "I think we are out of accident report forms," said Wilkins. "Remember last week when that pack of rats you added the cobra genes to got loose and attacked everyone in the building? I think we used them all up then. I asked for more from the folks in Purchasing, but they were all killed and HR hasn't gotten around to replacing them yet since they were all killed too." "Then just clean up the blood and don't tell anyone about this," snapped Q as he removed Jamie's bra guns and put the garment on the counter. "Well let's try another device. You are the first double nought female agent, so I anticipate the possibility of some crazed sex fiend trying to take advantage of you and build something special. Please remove your skirt and panties." "You have got to be kidding," replied Jamie who had been trying to cover her breasts with her hands. "Oh don't be shy," admonished Q. "We are all men around here after all." "Yeah, that's kind of the point," replied Jamie, but when Q just stared at her patiently, the dark skinned agent slowly unbuckled her skirt and stepped out of it. Then blushing furiously, she slid down her simple cotton panties to display her smooth shaved pussy. "Let me guess, you got some kind of bazooka panties," she said jokingly as she tried to hide her discomfort. "No, they aren't ready yet," replied Q. "They keep backfiring. No, what I have for you is the latest in contraception prevention in case you find yourself in a compromising situation. Now sit on the lab bench and spread your legs wide to give me full access." Too stunned to protest, Jamie hitched her ass up onto the lab table and spread her knees wide apart as Q picked up something from the counter behind him and moved between her legs. He paused with an object in his hand that Jamie couldn't see clearly. "You aren't a virgin are you?" he asked worriedly. "No," replied Jamie blushing even more and hoping like hell the man wasn't going to ask her how she lost her cherry. It had been more than a little embarrassing when it happened at the drive-in movie in her grade 12 year. It had been bad enough that the movie was one of the Star Wars prequels with Jar Jar Annoying in it, but her braces had locked with those of Tommy Tucker and they hadn't been able to get separated. The movie had ended and all the other cars had gone leaving their car the only one left in the lot. It had gotten even worse when Mindy Mitchell, the biggest gossip in high school and whose father owned the drive-in had been the one to find them with Tommy's pants around his ankles and his dick still buried inside her. Tommy hadn't minded so much since he had taken the opportunity to cum four times while they were stuck together and she hadn't gotten off even once. Q thankfully didn't ask any embarrassing questions, but just shoved his hand into her pussy and began to fumble around inside her. "Ahhhhh,” moaned Jamie who couldn’t help but be stimulated by the fingers in her pussy, but she definitely didn’t want to totally embarrass herself by having an orgasm in front of everyone. “what the fuck are you doing in there?" "Just positioning the device properly," replied Q. "You aren't as tight as I anticipated, so I guess you must be fairly sexually active." "I don't think my sex life is any of your damn business," snapped Jamie. Q didn't even seem to hear her protests as he gestured to another one of his assistants who had just come into the lab. This man was a tall thin red head with large bulging eyes, but clearly he had managed to quickly focus them on her now quite naked body. "Ok, Beaker give her a try," commanded Q. "What do you mean give me a try?" asked Jamie, but she had barely finished the question when she got her answer as Beaker whipped out his already hard cock and slammed it home into her pussy. There was a momentary look of bliss on Beaker's face and then he gave a blood curdling scream of pain and pulled back. The assistant stood there clutching his groin, but his cock was gone. A wide eyed Jamie slowly brought her gaze down to between her legs where Beaker's cock was still inside her, but neatly sheered off. "It worked perfectly," exclaimed Q. "It even cauterized the wound so there is no blood to deal with. I am going to have to write up a paper on this." "My, my, my ..." moaned Beaker as he stared with as much horror if not more than Jamie at his cock still inside her pussy with him now a good six feet away from her. "I think we can safely say that you will have complete protection from any sexual assault," said Q smugly as he casually pulled the severed cock out of Jamie with a POP and handed it to Beaker. "Here you go Beaker. Now run along to the nurse's office and ask them to sew it back on will you. When she is done, check and see if they got those accident report forms in stock yet like a good little assistant." Jamie watched Beaker stumble out the door and as she looked around the large lab, she was sure she saw the remaining assistants hurriedly writing their letters of resignation. "Hmmm, let's see what else I have to give you," mused Q picking up several devices. "This ring might come in handy. “I hope it isn’t a nuclear warhead,” jested Jamie as she nervously took the ring from the doctor’s hand. “No, there are still a few bugs to work out on that one,” replied Q. “By the way, if you hear something about some small Scottish town that isn’t there anymore, that is just fake news. Still, I wouldn’t go anywhere near there without a very good radiation suit.” Surely the man is joking, thought Jamie, but she wasn’t totally certain. “Er, what does the ring do then?” asked Jamie as she put it on. “It fires an ultra thin and ultra strong grappling line that is long enough to reach the top of a five story building,” replied Q. “Also here is a safety pin coated with an extremely rare and potent poison." "What about an antidote for the poison?" asked Jamie as she gingerly took the safety pin and dropped it into her purse. "Still working on it I am afraid," replied Q. "It does make a useful substitute for the usual suicide pill. I am actually trying to incorporate it into pill form and give it a raspberry flavour, but I have run into testing problems.” “What?” asked Jamie jokingly , “Beaker doesn’t want to test it?” Q sighed. “The baby insists on waiting for the antidote before he will try it. Some people just don’t have the proper dedication to science.” A shaky Jamie got dressed, thanked Q and hurried out of the lab as quickly as she could. She made a quick stop in the ladies room to remove the contraception device from her pussy and throw it in the garbage. There was no way in hell she was going to walk around with what amounted to a stainless steel rat trap up her cunt. She would rather take her chances getting knocked up! * * * Jamie blinked in surprise at the car presented to her in the MI6 garage. It was a battered brown Toyota that looked at least ten years old. When she looked at it closer, she wasn't sure if it was truly brown in colour or if that was just the rust. "There must be some mistake," she said to the mechanic as he handed her the keys. "I'm er a spy, not a member of the secretary pool." "Well, this car should help keep you incognito then eh love," replied the mechanic. "It has a huge dent in the passenger side door, " protested Jamie. "It won't even open," she went on as she tried the handle and the door wedged open an inch or two with a metallic grinding sound. "Great camouflage eh?" affirmed the mechanic. "But I thought I would get a nice new car," Jamie half wailed looking around the large underground garage which was filled with Aston Martins, Mercedes and the like. "I mean who do all these cars belong to?" she asked, waving an arm around at the luxury cars. "Oh them belong to upper management Missy," said the mechanic. "They would be bloody impractical for a spy wouldn't they?" "I, I suppose so," admitted Jamie reluctantly. "Er, does the car come with any special features?" "Special features??" repeated the mechanic as he stared at her blankly. "Yes, special features, like um machine guns or rockets or whatever," said Jamie. "OH no Missy," replied the mechanic with a horrified look on his face. "Can you imagine the insurance costs for something like that?" "So, no special features at all?" pleaded Jamie. "Well, there is a ten percent off coupon for McDonalds in the glove compartment," responded the mechanic. "I found it under the seat when I was cleaning up the blood and thought you might be able to make use of it." "Blood?" whined Jamie. "Best not to ask love, besides the air freshener I hung on the mirror mostly masks the smell" replied the mechanic as he held out a clipboard to get her signature. "Off you go now and don't forget to save the gas receipts for reimbursement. No receipts, no reimbursement. We are pretty strict about that." Jamie nodded dumbly and got behind the wheel, noting the low gas light was already blinking on the dash. She wasn't due to get paid for another two weeks, so she hoped she had enough money in her bank account to fill up the tank. * * * Jamie drove her new to her car up the long treed driveway to the mansion owned by Ms. Cynthia Hautbody and parked on the concrete pad in front of the main door. After ascending the white marble steps, she rang the doorbell and a minute later it opened to reveal a middle aged man in a black suit with black, slicked back hair. He looked down his long nose at her and then past her to her car. "I assume you are here to apply for the upstairs maid job. Please drive around to the back and knock at the servants entrance." He made to close the door in her face, but Jamie whipped out her ID in time to flash it in front of his face. "My name is Bond, Jamie Bond," she said through clenched teeth and then gave the butler a bright smile. "I am here to see Ms. Hautbody and I don’t intend to come in through the servant's entrance, but I can arrange for you to go through the front door of the nearest police station for obstructing justice." "My apologies," replied the butler stiffly. "I assumed you were here for the maid's job because of your ...," he hesitated for a fraction of a second during which he caught the angry glint in Jamie's eyes. "... er your height. Please follow me and I will take you to see Ms. Hautbody." Jamie followed the man through the foyer which was twice the size of her entire apartment and then down a long hallway to an oak panelled door at which he stopped and knocked lightly. "come in," came a female voice from the other side of the door. The butler swung the door open and inserted only his head into the room. "Ms. Hautbody, there is an agent from MI6 here to see you." "Show her in Bascomb," ordered the female voice. The butler nodded and swung the door wide as he stepped out of the way to let Jamie enter what turned out to be a luxuriously appointed office. The walls were lined with a combination of book cases and artwork, there was a conversational nook to one side with a sofa and several comfortable chairs and a large desk sitting in front of huge windows looking out over the immaculately groomed front lawn. A buxom blonde woman in what appeared to be a long flowing light blue robe sat behind the desk and didn't rise as Jamie crossed the length of a football field of soft grey carpet to reach the desk. Once more, Jamie flashed her newly minted ID for the woman behind the desk. "My name is Bond, Jamie Bond," she said in her practiced, clipped tone. "My apologies for not rising," said Cynthia Hautbody as she gestured to one of the guest chairs in front of her desk. "I have not been myself lately. What can I do for you Agent Bond?" Jamie bit her lip as she considered what to say, suddenly wishing she had thought her approach through a bit more before rushing to interview Ms. Hautbody. Well, there was nothing for it, but to take the plunge and see how it went. "Due to your recent appointment at the Exchequer," Jamie said, "MI6 was required to do a background check on you and it turned up a rumour that someone was attempting to blackmail you for reasons unknown. Since this can impact national security, I was tasked to investigate the rumour." "I see," replied Ms. Hautbody coolly as she stared Jamie in the eyes for a few seconds before dropping her gaze to her hands folded in front of her on her desk. She said nothing more for several, long uncomfortable seconds and Jamie was anticipating an order to get the hell out when a sob escaped Ms. Hautbody's lips. This was followed by another, louder sob and when the blonde looked up again, Jamie saw tears starting to form in the woman's eyes. "OH hell, I was just deceiving myself if I thought I could keep this thing a secret." "What thing?" asked a perplexed Jamie. "The rumour was totally missing details on the nature of the possible blackmail." "I guess, I will have to show you," sobbed Ms. Hautbody as she got up from behind the desk and walked around it to stand in front of Jamie. Then to the agent's shock and surprise, the blonde slipped the robe over her shoulders and it dropped to the rug, leaving her totally naked. It wasn't just the impromptu stripping that brought a gasp from Jamie, but the sight of the very large and very erect penis between Ms. Hautbody's legs. "I, I don't understand," said Jamie as she finally managed to tear her eyes from the throbbing phallus and look Cynthia in the eyes. "That was not in your medical file that I reviewed. I am sure I would have remembered that much." "That is because you are the only person besides my blackmailer to know about it," replied Cynthia who was now idlily stroking her cock. "I went to a clinic for a little cosmetic surgery and when I woke up, I had this thing. I haven't gone out since then and have had to wear that huge robe to cover it since the damn thing is always hard!" "Er is it um fully functional?" asked Jamie remembering a line from Star Trek The Next Generation. "I, I don't know, but I suspect it is," wailed Cynthia. "It has been all I could do to keep my hands off it," and then suddenly realizing that she was in fact stroking it, the blonde snatched her hands away from her cock as if it were red hot. Jamie couldn't help but notice the large blob of clear precum that had formed at the tip and she had to make a conscious effort not to lick her lips. "The doctor who did this to you is the blackmailer?" she finally ventured when she was sure her voice was steady. "I don't know," replied Cynthia. "When I went back to the clinic, it was empty. I received a letter the next day suggesting that if I didn't want my new status and pictures disclosed to the media, that I should be very attentive to future requests for assistance." "What is the name of this doctor?" asked Jamie. "Dr. Herman O'Dite," replied Cynthia. "What am I to do Agent Bond?" cried the sobbing blonde. "I will look into this doctor," replied Jamie. "We have received two other tips about other women who might be in a similar er situation." "I didn't mean just the big picture," replied Cynthia. "The damn thing is always erect. What can I do about it?" Jamie gulped. "Er you could masturbate," she suggested. "I have no idea of how to masturbate a cock," cried Cynthia. "How exactly does one go about doing that?" Jamie blushed. "You mean you have never given a hand job to a boy friend?" she asked. "I mean, just a few seconds ago, you were stroking it and you seemed to know what you were doing with it then." "I, I didn't realize what I was doing," sobbed Cynthia. "Could, could you help me with it?" "What?" gasped Jamie. "You want me to give you a hand job?" "Yes, please, begged Cynthia. "I am sure if I saw how it was done once, I could learn how to do it myself." Jamie felt her mind racing. This was totally not what she had expected when she had decided to come here and talk to Ms. Hautbody. What the blonde was suggesting was crazy and certainly well beyond her job description. The spy glanced down at the still very hard and pulsating cock and tried to suppress the tingle that its sight sent through her pussy. She licked her lips. It might actually be her duty to help Ms. Hautbody and make a careful detailed examination of the evidence. "Let's go sit down on the sofa," Jamie heard herself saying. "Oh thank you, thank you," gushed Cynthia as she led the way over to the sofa and sat down looking nervously at Jamie. The agent perched on the edge of the sofa beside the blonde and reached out a shaking hand to grasp the thick cock in one hand. Damn, I went through live fire drills at the Academy and my hands didn't shake like this, thought Jamie as she felt a trickle of sticky precum flow over her fingers. She heard Cynthia moan as her fingers curled around the thick shaft and then a louder moan as she began to move her hand back and forth along the very impressive length of the cock "It certainly feels like the real thing," said Jamie absently as she continued to stroke the she cock. "Oh god that feels so good," gasped Cynthia as she watched the dark skinned woman's hand glide up and down on her member. "It's so totally different though than when I um used to do it to myself before." Jamie crouched down now to get a better look at things as she continued to jerk off the cock. The blonde still had a pussy hidden under the huge cock and softball sized balls, but the cock itself seemed to have grown out of her clit. There was no sign of scarring or any operation and Jamie wondered how in the hell the doctor had done what he had done. "I, I feel really strange," gasped Cynthia. "I think I am going to cum!" The blonde looked around for some Kleenex, but she had left it too long as suddenly a long stream of cum burst out of the tip of her cock and since Jamie had been pointing it upwards, the thick warm goo splashed over Cynthia's large breasts. "Oh my," cried the blonde as she felt the warm liquid hit her tits and so it was that her mouth was still open when the second blast went even higher and splattered over her face, with some landing in her mouth. Thick white cum now ran down the huge cock like lava out of a volcano as Jamie continued to stroke the cock, making quite lewd squishy sounds as she did so. Three more large blasts of cum exploded out of the cock to further glaze the face, breasts and stomach of the shocked blonde before the output diminished to a trickle. Jamie had done her best to remain detached and clinical as she administered the hand job, but the sight of the blonde covered in her own cum was too much and she stuck out her tongue and began to lap at the cum still dribbling from the still hard cock in her hand. She licked up a large dollop of the goo and swirled it around in her mouth to savour the sweet taste before swallowing it. She needed more she decided and slid her mouth over the head of the cock and began to actively suck on it. "Oh please don't stop," breathed Cynthia as she placed a hand on the back of Jamie's head and pushed it further onto her cock. The thick rod hit the back of Jamie's mouth and kept going, forcing its way into her throat under Cynthia's steady pressure. Soon, the entire length was buried in Jamie's throat and her tongue eagerly slithered and snaked all over the throbbing cock to clean the cum from it. Cynthia didn't want Jamie to stop, but stopped trying to prevent her from pulling her mouth free when she saw what the agent had in mind. Jamie quickly stripped off her clothes and straddled the blonde's groin. She grasped the blonde's cock in one hand and guided it to the entrance to her pussy and slipped it inside. Jamie gave out a moan of pleasure as she slowly lowered herself on the giant cock, feeling it spread her open and fill her pussy up better than any of her boyfriends ever had. Once she had the entire thick slab of meat inside her, Jamie paused and looked down at the smiling blonde under her. "How does that feel?" she asked. "Damn, fucking good," moaned Cynthia. "Your cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock." The blonde gasped and slapped a hand to her mouth as if unable to believe she had just said that. "Mmm, that's it baby, talk nasty to me," Jamie laughed and leaned forward to kiss the blonde on the lips, tasting once more the thick cum that was now drying on the blonde's skin. Slowly at first and then gathering speed, Jamie began to ride up and down on Cynthia's fantastic cock, each stroke sending a jolt of ecstasy through her entire body. Cynthia reached out a bit shyly to cup each of Jamie's large, dark breasts in her hands and squeeze them gently as Jamie continued to pick up speed with her cock. "Mmm, these feel so nice and soft," marvelled Cynthia who had previously never considered sex with another woman before this. "Your tits are pretty good too," grinned Jamie as her hands also now explored the blonde's large, round breasts with her hands. "Oh god, I think I am going to cum again," Cynthia warned Jamie several minutes later as the agent continued to bounce up and down on her cock. "Go right ahead," panted Jamie. "I am on the pill, so you don't have to worry about knocking me up." "Now that is a phrase I never expected to hear someone say to me," gasped Cynthia as she felt her cock begin to unload for the second time, sending wave after wave of hot jizz into the black woman riding her cock. "Yeah baby, that's it, shoot your load into me," gasped Jamie as she felt her own orgasm come over her and a delicious shudder of pleasure sped through her entire body. * * * I think my official report to M about my interview with Ms. Hautbody is going to need some careful editing, thought Jamie as she climbed into her Toyota and sped away from the estate. The speeding away effect was rather ruined when the rusty rear bumper half fell off and began to drag rather noisily along the road. Jamie had been forced to pull over and secure the fender in place with a large amount of duct tape. After doing so, the agent made a more modest speed towards the home of the second woman she had been sent to investigate. Jade Throat had a luxury penthouse condo and the doorman had only reluctantly pointed Jamie towards a guest parking stall when she had produced her MI6 credentials and had threatened to have him shot or even worse, assigned to security at a public school. The idiot had been so terrified of the latter, that he hadn't even thought to challenge her ability to do so. After riding the elevator to the 72nd floor (the Archbishop had the 69th), Jamie approached the condo door and saw it was slightly ajar. Drawing her gun from her purse, Jamie eased the door open with her foot and then made a rolling dive through the opening. She felt something slice through the air just above her head from an attacker just beside the door. She spun to bring her gun to bear on the figure when a second assailant tackled her from behind and made her lose her grip on her gun which skittered away somewhere into the dark apartment. "Nice tits sweetie," sneered the second man as he grabbed a handful of each of her boobs through her top and squeezed. "Glass balls," observed Jamie as she drove a knee into his groin and had the satisfaction of hearing a moan of pain and feel the over eager man fall off her writhing and clutching his injured parts. "You are going to pay for that bitch," snarled the first man who now lunged towards her with his knife. He stabbed down at her and Jamie rolled out of the way just in time as he slashed the rug where she had been. The agent scrambled to her feet and as the man turned to attack her again, she spun on one heeled foot and delivered a kick to the side of the man's head which sent him crashing backwards. When there were no further attacks, Jamie cautiously found the light switch and flicked it on. One of her attackers was still moaning in pain and clutching his crotch while the second man was not going to bother her again or anyone else as he had managed to fall on his own knife. Jamie dug a pair of cuffs out of her purse and secured the man who was still alive then out of a dark sense of humour turned the dead man onto his back and placed two pennies on his eyes. "There, I did pay for it after all you bastard," she said. Neither man had any ID on them and other than a car key, she found nothing in their pockets. She was going to have to have a little talk with the doorman over how these two thugs had gotten past him and into the condo. A search of the place showed no sign of Jade Throat and just the beginnings of a search by the goons. Jamie didn't see a cell phone or a laptop and while the closets were full of expensive looking clothes, there appeared to be an overnight bag missing from a matching set of luggage which suggested that Jade had departed on her own. The question was where to. Jamie found her gun and then continued her search of the apartment looking for any clues as to where Jade might have gone. She was about to give up when she found one anomalous thing. There was a small collection of take out menus from restaurants near the condo in a drawer , but in the middle of the pile was one for Joe's Diner, which was nowhere near the condo and nowhere near the quality of the other places. Jamie slipped that into her purse and then called Moneypenny on her cell. She gave the other woman the address and asked her to send a clean-up squad to collect the live thug and the corpse. Hanging up, Jamie glowered down at the injured man. "I don't suppose you want to tell me who hired you to search the apartment?" "Go fuck yourself," snarled the man who was obviously still in pain and not inclined to forgive and forget. Jamie sighed. "You really need to work on your dialogue, that was just too predictable. I don't think Dr. O'Dite will be too happy with your performance, so I wouldn't count on him bailing you out." The man said nothing, but Jamie had seen the flicker of recognition in the man's eyes when she used the doctor's name which was enough for her as it provided a link between Cynthia and Jade. The doorman looked both surprised and suddenly nervous when he saw Jamie step out of the elevator. I think that's enough proof of how the thugs got in, she thought to herself and made a mental note to call Moneypenny back and have the clean-up squad pick up this worm as well. She was willing to bet they would find several hundred pounds in his wallet when they arrested him that he couldn't account for. Outside, Jamie went to the guest parking lot and considered her pathetic car briefly before taking the car key she had taken from the goons out of her pocket. It had a little fob with a button on it and when she pressed the button, one of the other guest cars obligingly beeped three times to let her know where it was. The car turned out to be a black BMW and no more than a year old. The clean-up squad could take the Toyota and its McDonalds coupon back to MI6, she was going to upgrade her ride. * * * Joe's Diner was, if you were feeling charitable, a greasy spoon, thought Jamie as she drove by it. It also seemed to be the hangout for the local hookers who occupied all the nearby street corners within a radius of several blocks. Jamie parked her new car in a dark alley and set the alarm, which was a nice feature to have in a neighborhood like this. Slinging her purse over her shoulder, the agent wandered up to a quartet of ladies standing together under a street light. "You looking for a good time sweetie?" asked a brunette in a skirt that was so short it barely covered her ass while any sudden movement would probably pop her tits out of the low cut front. "Not tonight," replied Jamie as she held out a photo of Jade. "I'm looking for this woman." "Never seen her," replied the brunette who didn't even glance at the picture. "Shame on you sister for being a fucking cop," snapped another of the hookers, a well endowed black woman who was wearing an eye searing neon pink dress that almost glowed in the dark. She had also accessorized with nails painted the same shade, earrings and six inch heels. "You tell her Ronnie," encouraged another of the group, this one looking to be a quite exotic mixture of Asian and black heritage. "What makes you think I am a cop?" demanded Jamie. "Did I flash a badge or anything?" "Those clothes are too nice for anyone around this area," put in the fourth woman, a blonde who appeared to have rather overdone it with the hair colouring and there was no way her carpet was going to match her drapes, thought Jamie. "Look, I'm not a cop," replied Jamie. "Her name is Jade and I think she might be in trouble. I want to help her." "Try pulling the other leg with the jingles attached," snorted Ronnie dismissively. "We've all heard that kind of bullshit story from undercover cops before." Jamie didn't think her MI6 credentials would impress this group and might even make things worse. "I don't know how to prove to you that I only want to help her," she said with a sigh. At that point, a dark green SUV slowed down and stopped while the driver openly looked them over. Ronnie glanced at the car and then back to Jamie with an evil smirk on her face. "I know how you can prove it honey," she said. "Just wander over to that SUV and negotiate with the gentleman. You look after him and we will believe you want to help Jade and will at least get a message to her for you." "You have got to be fucking kidding," replied a shocked Jamie. "You want me to turn a trick?" "Well, I guess you think you are too much better than us," said the blonde. "That's not it," protested Jamie. "I never said I thought I was better than you." "Then prove it sugar," said the mixed race hooker. "Show us all you are willing to get down in the dirt with us working girls and then maybe we will be willing to help you." "What if he is an undercover cop?" asked Jamie as she nervously eyed the man. "I can't afford to get picked up for prostitution." "Just the cost of doing business around here," sneered Ronnie. "Either you do it or push off. No one is going to talk to you if they don't trust you." Jamie felt her heart pounding and she bit her lower lip in indecision for a few more seconds before finally nodding and walking on suddenly shaky legs towards the open window of the SUV, feeling the smirks of the four women behind her even if she couldn't see them. "Um, you looking for something?" asked Jamie as she leaned in the car window. "Maybe," replied the man. "I've never seen you around here before and I figure you might be an undercover cop. Why don't you flash me your tits so I can get a better look at the merchandise and take care of my doubts." "Sure thing baby," replied Jamie with a fake smile plastered on her face. With the four hookers watching she pulled her top down to fully expose her breasts to all of them. "Nice," commented the man. "How much for a blowjob? It is all I have time for tonight as my old lady will have supper ready when I get home, at least she damn well better have if she knows what is good for her." Jamie hesitated, not knowing the going rates. "Well since this is your first time with me, I will give you a little discount," she said hoping to cover any serious faux pas. "Twenty pounds for a blowjob." The man grunted. "Not much of a discount, but it will do and I get to cum in your mouth." "Sure thing sweetie," cooed Jamie as she moved around the car to the passenger side and got in. The man just pulled over to the curb a few yards from the corner and parked then looked at her expectantly. Keeping her phony smile in place, Jamie reached out a hand that she somehow kept from shaking and rubbed the man's growing bulge through his jeans. "Mmm you are a big boy aren't you?" she teased as she worked her fingers to undo the button and pull down the zipper. She could not believe she was actually going to do this as she slipped a hand inside his boxers and pulled out his cock. She held the throbbing member in her hand for a moment and stroked it gently and was about to lean down and put it in her mouth when her memory of movies came back to guide her. "As yummy as this thing looks," she said to the man, "I need the money up front or I am out of here." "You whores never give freebies to a hard working joe," complained the man as he extracted the money from his wallet and handed it over. "There you go, but I want to see those big black titties of yours while you work on my cock." Jamie rolled her eyes, but unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra to let her boobs fall out before quickly leaning down and engulfing the man's cock in her mouth. She felt his hand on the back of her head, pressing her mouth down further and further until the bulbous head popped into her throat. "Damn you have a talented mouth girl," gasped the man. "I always said you black bitches were the best at sucking cock." With that he began to thrust his hips up and roughly fucking Jamie's face. Whether because he was in a hurry to get home before his wife got suspicious or because of Jamie's oral talents, the man gave a strangled cry after just a few dozen thrusts and began to empty his balls into her mouth. There was nothing for it, but for Jamie to swallow it all down. A minute later, Jamie emerged from the SUV and half staggered back to the quartet of prostitutes who now welcomed her as one of their own. "You are a certified professional now," snickered Ronnie as she took a Kleenex from somewhere and dabbed a bit of cum from Jamie's lips. "Give me your phone number and I will pass it on to Jade. She is kind of freaked out and probably could use some help." * * * Jamie was sitting in her borrowed BMW a half hour later when her cell beeped and she saw a message had come in from an unknown number. 'This is Jade Throat. Who are you? Can you help me?' Jamie punched out her answer. 'My name is Bond, Jamie Bond' she sent, thinking it lost a little something through the toneless technology. 'I am with MI6. Give me your address and I will make sure you are safe.' A moment later, the address came back and Jamie roared away, this time giving a satisfied smile as no duct tape was required. The address proved to be only a few blocks away, a shabby apartment building that probably housed many of the prostitutes. As she screeched to a halt in front of the building, she saw several black clad men manhandling an Asian woman who looked like Jade into a van and speeding off. Jamie gave a curse and put the car back into gear and gave chase. Jamie almost lost the van several times as it ran red lights and drove far faster than was prudent, even at this late time of the night on mostly empty streets. She did think she had lost them at one point, but just caught a glimpse of the van turning into an underground garage a block ahead of her. When Jamie cruised by the building, she couldn't make out any signs to indicate what kind of businesses it held. It was just an anonymous grey five story building that looked like hundreds of others in the city. Jamie made a circuit around the block containing the building as she pondered her next move. The underground garage had a security gate and keypad to prohibit unauthorized entrance and the two doors, main and side, were well covered by security cameras. There was a buzzer by the main door, but what was she going to say? "Hello, I am looking for the Asian woman you just kidnapped. Can you please buzz me in so I can search for her?" That seemed to leave the roof, so parking the BMW, Jamie crept to the back of the building through a dark alley. There were no doors here and the security cameras she spotted had some blind spots that she could use. Jamie pointed her ring towards the roof and triggered the ultra compressed grapnel inside it. The titanium tipped end burrowed into the concrete side of the building a foot from the top and she quickly began to scale the wall. She couldn't help but wonder on the way up how the hell Q could have known she would need a grapnel tool like this for this assignment. It was almost as if he had a movie script that he could read ahead of time to help him. Swinging over the parapet of the building, Jamie pressed the button on the ring again and the amazing grapnel recoiled itself back into the hidden compartment. She then surveyed the rooftop for security cameras and saw none. That seemed like a major oversight on someone's part, but maybe no one had considered a spiderman type attack. A locked trapdoor gave access to the building interior and her lockpicks made quick work of the padlock. Picking locks was something they stressed a lot at the academy. In fact, the locks on all the dorm rooms were changed at regular intervals and the students were never given keys, so if they wanted to sleep or go to the bathroom, the students had to become damn good with locks real quick. Jamie crept down the stairs from the roof to the top floor, all the while carefully watching for cameras and alarms. She had just peered cautiously around a corner in the corridor to scope out the layout of the building when a speaker activated just a few feet away and a security camera swung towards her position. "Ah Mr. Bond, so kind of you to join us." "I think you need to get your eyes checked then," snapped Jamie without thinking. "I beg your pardon?" returned the petulant voice with a clearly puzzled tone. "Do I look like a Mr. Bond?" replied Jamie stepping into full view of the camera and posing with her hands on her hips and chest thrust out. The latter was hardly necessary with her large rack, but Jamie felt more than a little irked at being mistaken for a man. "But, 007 is a man and we know he was assigned to this case," whined the voice. "Aren't you James Bond?" "I'm Bond alright, Jamie Bond," replied Jamie. "I'm all woman and you should be able to tell that unless you are totally blind. I am also black if you hadn't noticed!" "Er, I thought it was just a very good disguise," said the voice weakly. "Um, the old padding in the chest area trick and well inappropriate use of black face is not unknown if you follow social media." "Get real," snapped Jamie. "Do you know how much padding and shoe polish it would take to make a man look like I do?" To prove her point, Jamie lifted up her shirt and flashed the camera her boobs for a few seconds. "No, I um don't see any artificial padding," replied the voice in a strange, slightly strangled tone. "Um, would you care to show me those again? Just for a little longer so I can um make sure though." "Fine, whatever," snapped Jamie and lifted up her shirt again to expose her dark chocolate boobs to the camera again. Jamie heard an odd sound from the speaker and she glared at the camera, as a nasty suspicion grew in her mind. "Are you jerking off looking at me?" she demanded. "No, of course not," replied the voice which ended in a soft moan of pleasure. "You damn well are you pervert," yelled Jamie and dropped her shirt back into place. "I am so going to kick your ass. I bet you are some middle aged white dude who can't get laid and can only get himself off jerking to porn!" "How did you know ....," the voice broke off. "I mean that is a ridiculous slander and I am not going to stand for it." "Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it Mama's boy?" asked Jamie. In retrospect, Jamie decided that hadn't been the best question to ask and the entire interaction with the unseen observer hadn't been her proudest moment. She had just been so pissed off at being mistaken for a middle aged white man that she had not shown very good judgement she realized. The result of her asking that question had been a flood of gas pouring out of holes in the wall near her and she had been unconscious before she had time to even consider retreating back up the stairs to the roof. * * * When she regained consciousness, Jamie realized several things. First, she was naked. Second, she was dangling from chains hung from the ceiling over a bubbling vat full of green slime. Third, she was not alone. There were two other naked women, one on each side of her and likewise hung from chains. One was Asian and Jamie quickly recognized Jade Throat. The other was a brown skinned woman who looked like the picture she had seen in M's office of the third woman Verity Wanton, the test pilot. Both women appeared to be just returning to consciousness the same as she was. Looking around the room, Jamie spotted a number of other figures. A half dozen of these were the dime a dozen thugs dressed all in black who were staring up at the three naked women with obvious erections in their pants. The only other two were a man in a white lab coat and Cynthia Hautbody who was tied to a chair and also looking like she was just waking up. "Who the hell are you?" demanded Jamie, "and what the hell is going on here?" The man in the lab coat cleared his throat and at first his voice came out with a squeak, so he had to stop and try clearing it again. He was as Jamie had accused him of being, a middle aged white guy, rapidly going bald with thick lensed glasses. "I am Dr. Herman O’Dite," he declared, "and you three have volunteered to be subjects in my ongoing experiments." "I don't recall volunteering," snapped Jamie as she wriggled in her chains which did nothing but make her boobs bounce and jiggle and make the erections of her watchers twitch in their pants. "No, but you are a fortunate acquisition" replied O'Dite with a leer. "It has helped me complete the set I wanted." "Say what?" asked Jamie as she glared at the bastard who had one hand in his long lab coat and was obviously rubbing his bulge under it as he looked up at the three of them. O'Dite gestured to Cynthia and then up at the three of them. "Yes, a perfect set. A blonde, an Asian, a brown skinned woman and now a black woman. A perfect set of women for my movie. Diversity is very key to marketing these days." Jamie gave her head a shake, sure she had heard wrong. "You kidnapped three high security women because you want to make a porn movie?" she asked with incredulity dripping from her voice. "You aren't working for the Russians or the Chinese to try and obtain state secrets?" O'Dite looked confused and then thoughtful. "Um, I never thought of that possibility," he admitted. "I just wanted to make the world's greatest shemale movie ever." "That is so fucking pathetic," laughed Jamie and then she remembered what had happened to Cynthia and also stole a glance down at the bubbling green slime filled container beneath her. "You wouldn't dare!" she screamed. "I don’t want a fucking cock!" "But I do," replied O'Dite, "er I mean I want you to have one that is. A dip in my mutagenic gel will give all three of you magnificent members to make you worthy to star in my epic production. I just need to come up with a killer name for it. I was thinking about 'Shemale Babes From Hell'. What do you think?" "I think you are a sick little pervert who is probably still a virgin," snapped Jamie, "and that title is so lame." O'Dite coloured. "I just haven't had an opportunity to be with a woman," he replied. "I have been too busy with my work to bother with such unimportant things." "Yeah right," snickered Jamie. "I bet you go to the bars every Friday night and get turned down by all the girls, even the ugly and overweight ones, not that I am body shaming or anything mind you. How many InCel websites do you visit on a regular basis anyway?" None of your business!" screamed O'Dite and he abruptly pressed a button that began to lower the three women towards the green slime. Jamie struggled even more feverishly in her bonds as she dropped, but it was all for nothing. She felt her feet touch the green slime which was just pleasantly warm and not either freezing cold or boiling hot as she had feared. It also smelled slightly of spearmint. The chains kept lowering her and the others inexorably until they were knee deep then waist deep then up to their boobs and finally they were totally immersed. Jamie instinctively held her breath as the slime totally encased her, but after several minutes she couldn't keep it up and took a breath, expecting to drown, but instead found to her surprise that her breathing was totally unimpaired. Jamie had also been expecting severe pain to accompany the forced transformation, but she felt no discomfort at all. After an hour of immersion, the three women were hoisted up out of the vat, the green slime sluicing off their naked bodies as they were swung first under a rinsing spray of warm water and then dumped onto the floor in front of the excited O'Dite. Jamie was afraid to look, but she forced herself to peer down past her mountainous breasts to between her legs where she saw a massive semi hard ebony shaft where her clit should have been. Jade and Verity looked to be in a state of shock as they too regarded their penises. "We will now proceed to the studio on the next floor and make the greatest inter-racial shemale film ever," said O'Dite throwing back his head and giving a maniacal laugh. "And just why should I do that?" asked Jamie mildly as the half a dozen goons closed in on her and the others. O'Dite paused in mid laugh to stare at her in puzzlement. "Um, that is how my plan works you see," he said. "If you don't cooperate in making the video, I will expose your new terrible and humiliating secret to the world." "Somehow, I don't think you have really thought this through," replied Jamie, surprised at how calm she felt. "First, shooting that video would expose that secret to the world anyway, so why would anyone cooperate with you?" I will let you respond to that if you like before pointing out the second flaw. O'Dite's mouth opened and closed several times like a fish that just fell out of the fish tank and is trying to breathe. "Ok, fine," he snapped. "If you don't go along with my video plans, I will do terrible things to you." "Sheesh, even Austin Powers got better villains than you," replied Jamie. "I am not incompetent or impotent!" screamed O'Dite and he flung open his lab coat to display the boner raging in his pants. "I bet you are a premature ejaculator though," snickered Jamie. "That is a filthy lie," snapped O'Dite. "It only happened the one time and it wasn't my fault." "Yeah right," sneered Jamie. "When was that? The one time back in college you got naked with a girl and shot your load before you even stuck it in her and you haven't had any luck since then?" "Did you learn that on Google?" yelled O'Dite. "I knew the damn government was spying on me all this time." Jamie ignored the question and let two of the goons grab her arms to restrain her. "It doesn't really matter in the end," she finally said, "since there was that second reason why your plan is just too lame." "And what is that second reason?" demanded O'Dite. "The fact that you just have half a dozen second rate goons and I have more martial arts skill in my pinkie than they have in their entire body," replied Jamie as she drove her elbows back into the guts of the two over confident men who had been holding her. Jamie was naked, she was pissed and maybe the cock and balls she had been given without her consent had rather upped her aggression level, but whatever the reasons, she had little trouble dispatching the half dozen goons. Barely panting at all from the fight, Jamie looked around for O'Dite and saw him making a run for the door only to be tackled by Verity. The brown skinned bombshell dragged the feebly struggling man back to the center of the room where Jade had been busy untying Cynthia. The four women now gathered around O'Dite to glare down at his cringing form. "Tell us how we can get rid of these things," snarled Jamie as she prodded the prone man with her foot while gesturing at her new member. "Let me go!" whined O’Dite. "I am not going to tell you anything and I want a lawyer." Jamie stomped over to where her clothes were and pulled out her MI6 ID and shoved it in the man's face. "Read the fine print," she yelled at him. "It says 'license to kill', so don't give me any fucking crap about wanting a lawyer. All you will get from me is a body bag." When O'Dite still refused to tell them anything, Jamie decided to try another tact. "You know Hermie, I think we will have to make that movie Afterall." The other three women looked shocked at this and O'Dite looked up with hope in his eyes. "Really?" he asked. "Yes," affirmed Jamie. "Of course the plot of the movie is going to have to be changed. I have a working title though. What do you think about 'The Man Who Got Fucked By Shemales'?" With that, Jamie grabbed her cock and began to stroke it while leering down at the suddenly terrified man. "I wonder just how much it is going to hurt to have one of these monsters shoved up your ass without any lube." "I have got dibs on his mouth first," said Jade getting into the spirit of the thing as she too wrapped both hands around her cock and pointed it towards O'Dite. The other two grinned and quickly joined in the teasing by grabbing a grip on their cocks and starting to jerk them while staring pointedly at O'Dite. "It's not reversable," screamed O'Dite as a few drops of precum splattered onto his face. "Er, not exactly," he hastened to add when he saw the looks his statement received. "They are under your mental control. All you have to do is concentrate and will them to shrink!" Jamie scowled at him and wasn't sure she believed him, but tried it anyways. She closed her eyes and imagined her cock getting smaller. She heard a gasp from one of the others and when she looked down, her cock was gone, shrunken back into her clit and even the huge pair of balls were somehow gone. "It worked," she said disbelievingly. The other three closed their eyes as she described how she had done it and soon there were four normal looking women standing there. O’Dite took advantage of their distraction to scramble over to where Jamie’s purse lay open beside her clothes and reached inside to pull out her gun which he pointed at them. “I will have my way Afterall, he snarled. You bitches will do what I say or else I will blow your fucking brains all over the walls.” Before Jamie or the others could say or do anything, however, O’Dite toppled over in a heap and lay still A few seconds later, green foam began to froth at the corners of his mouth. Jamie walked over to the body and saw the safety pin that Q had given her sticking out of his arm. Chekov’s bloody safety pin, she thought grimly and resolved to be very careful in the future with anything Q gave her. * * * It was several days later when Jamie's doorbell rang. It was late at night and she had just been ready to call it quits and head for bed. O'Dite’s men were locked away in jail and facing charges of assault and kidnapping. There would be no mention of blackmail by the prosecutor and the accused were hardly going to bring it up. With the disappearance of the cocks, they also had no future evidence to threaten any of the women with either. M had been grudging in his praise of how Jamie had performed, but she was going to be allowed to continue as the new 007 which was all that mattered to her. Now, peering through the security camera, Jamie saw Jade Throat outside her door. "I know it is late and its pretty presumptuous of me to intrude on you at home," said Jade as she stepped inside. "I had to browbeat that asshole M or N or whatever he called himself to get your address." "It is rather supposed to be top secret," replied Jamie mildly. "I suppose," agreed Jade with a smile, "but this is a personal visit to a friend. You totally saved my career and I won't forget that and neither will the others. I also thought you deserved a bit of an explanation. O'Dite approached me and tried to blackmail me into doing his filthy movie, though he never got around to mention the bit about giving me a cock. I told him to go to hell and took off to hide. The reason you found me where you did was that when I was in college, I used to turn tricks with Ronnie and the others down around Joe's Diner in order to pay my tuition. That was what he threatened to reveal to the board of directors if I didn't do what he wanted." "I see," replied Jamie. "I admit I had been curious as to what he had threatened you with, but figured it really wasn't any of my business. You didn't have to come all this way to tell me that though, a phone call would have done the trick if you pardon the pun." "It would have, but I had another reason for coming to see you in person," replied Jade with a smile. "Ooh?" asked Jamie cautiously. "I was curious about whether or not you had tried to reverse what you did to get rid of your cock?" asked Jade. Jamie looked startled. "No, it never crossed my mind." "It did mine," replied Jade with a grin as she closed her eyes for a moment and suddenly her skirt was tenting alarmingly. Jamie's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as she saw this and she then saw Jade reach under her skirt and pull her restored cock into view. "I was kind of hoping you would be interested in giving me a chance to test this thing out." Jamie hesitated. She had always considered herself to be totally straight and totally not into other women. On the other hand, Jade with her huge, throbbing cock was hardly a typical woman and she had rather enjoyed her romp with Cynthia. "Do I get to return the favour?" she finally asked with a mischievous grin. "I was hoping you would," replied Jade with a wide smile as Jamie sank to her knees in front of the Asian and opened her mouth. She had only gotten her mouth about halfway down the other woman's shaft when the doorbell rang again. "Keep going," moaned Jade. "That will be Cynthia and Verity. They wanted to er thank you in person too. I didn't latch the door," she said loud enough for her voice to carry into the hall. "So we see," said Cynthia as the door swung open and the other two women stood there watching as Jade pulled Jamie's face all the way down onto her cock and held it there. From the corners of her eyes, Jamie saw tents forming in the skirts of both Cynthia and Verity. Well, it looked like O'Dite's wish was going to come true, only he wasn't going to be there to see it thought Jamie as she felt hands start to remove her clothes. The End