(I’d like to acknowledge the great work by Trent Wolf in his “Domino” stories for the
inspiration to pen this style of story and to the “House of Gord”
for ideas of some of the predicaments that befall Suzzanne)
Amazonian Agonies
The
Adventures of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer
CHAPTER 1
Suzzanne stepped off the
loading ramp into space and as the plane began to shrink she had no sensation
of falling. She could see the sun coming over the horizon but she knew that on
the ground it was still the dark before dawn. She rolled onto her front and spread her
arms and legs to control her fall and attitude, she glanced at the red figures
of the head - up display projected onto the visor of her helmet, she was at
42,000 feet. This was only the
second time she had ever HALO jumped but she knew that at this altitude outside
her helmet and protective suit it was airless and well below freezing. She
breathed slowly, the oxygen tasted dry and metallic in her mouth and she could
hear her own breathing in her ears. Pulling in her arms and legs she angled her
body down to increase her speed as she watched the altitude falling, 39,000
feet now. The aim was to freefall as quickly as possible and only open the chute
just before landing to avoid detection. She began to feel buffeting as the air
thickened and in her head she quickly began to go through her mission. This was her first mission for six
months since she had been captured and tortured by an organisation of which
little was known. After her escape
she had reported for debriefing and had found herself immediately placed under
guard in confinement. Her original
mission had been to retrieve a data chip but she had been set up to make it
look like she had doubled crossed her masters and absconded with the chip. She had been debriefed, almost
interrogated about what had happened. They had not believed her when she told
them Paul Tyler was in fact a double agent called Goldhill and when they
checked out the location where she had been held there were of course no signs
that anything had happened there. Only when Tyler/Goldhill disappeared off the
grid did anyone give any credence to her claims. Even then she had had to endure months
of deep counselling and analysis to convince her superiors she was not a
sleeper or been brain washed in any way. Eventually she was put back in the
system and been able to train and get herself back to full mission readiness;
27,000 feet.
She could see the darkness
of the jungle below her although apart from rivers she could not make out any
discernable detail, her GPS said she was heading towards the right spot albeit
vertically! Satellites had detected
infrared anomalies deep in the part of the rainforest below her and two M.I.7
“advisers” sent to the area posing as mining engineers had
disappeared and not reported in since entering the jungle. It was decided to
insert a covert operative to reconnoitre and report back, this was her mission;
13,000 feet, the ground was coming up quickly now and she had to fight the urge
to slow herself down. The altimeter was unwinding quickly, 9000, 8000,
7000. The wind was roaring past her
now and she could feel the air temperature warming, on the ground it would be
hot and humid; 4000, 3000, she prepared to pull her ripcord spreading her limbs
and flaring slightly to slow her fall. 2000, 1500, 1000, she spread her arms
and legs and the wind resistance torn savagely at her, 800, 700, 600 she yanked
the cord, there was a whooshing sound behind her and suddenly she was yanked
bone jarringly upright and was floating silently down toward the canopy. She
popped the seal on her helmet faceplate and immediately felt the heat and
humidity, only 200 feet but the last 100 feet would be a smash through the
thick canopy to the ground. She could make out the shapes of tree tops and
small dark gaps between them and tugging on the shrouds she steered towards
one. Closer, closer the dark opening came and then she was crashing though
leaves and branches, she placed her feet together until with a thud she landed
and rolled. Looking up she could see the hole through which she had dropped as
a dark blue patch against the black underside of the tree, she had been lucky
not to snag the chute and end up hanging!.
Checking quickly around her she gathered up the chute and stripped off
the helmet and jumpsuit hiding them in the deep undergrowth. She checked her equipment, survival back
pack, Glock plus ammo, machete, binoculars, microwave satellite transmitter.
Looking herself up and down she couldn’t resist a chuckle, in the calf
high jungle boots and jungle camo fitted bodysuit she was wearing there was
more than a passing resemblance to Lara Croft! However despite the fact that it
fitted her curves like a glove the bodysuit was much more. Skin tight and stretchy, long sleeved
and down to the knee it was all she need to wear, the camouflage material being
tear, abrasion and thorn proof, insect repellent plus it had thermal properties
designed to wick moisture from the skin to keep the wearer cool. She slipped on
her back pack and buckled her belt about her waist checking the GPS readout;
she was about a klick from where she needed to be. Tearing a strip off the canopy she tied
it around her head to keep the sweat out of her eyes and then set off through
the undergrowth following the luminous digits of the GPS.
Suzzanne moved covertly
through the undergrowth, normal doctrine was not to follow jungle paths but in
darkness she had no choice and each step was taken with precision her foot
cautiously searching the ground beneath or feeling for the tell tale pull of a
trip wire. As she neared a bend in the path her boot pressed down on a patch of
leaves and almost instantaneously recoiled as she felt the ground ahead give.
Probing with her machete she found that carefully camouflaged with leaf debris
was a thin woven mat of reeds covering a shallow pit full of punji sticks.
Carefully re-covering the trap she moved on knowing she must be close to her
target. Suzzanne suddenly saw faint
lights moving in a depression in the jungle floor about 100 metres ahead, she
froze, listening she could hear low voices. Rather than continue along the path
she slid into the undergrowth and dropping into a crouch began to move towards
the edge of the depression. About 10 metres from the edge she slipped off her
back pack and dropped onto her belly crawling forward until edging under a
fallen tree she could see down. The area had been cleared of trees but the gap
in the canopy had been masked by a huge camouflage net. In the base of the
depression were water tanks, pumps and coils of heavy pipe. A shielded
generator was providing the power but it heavily muffled producing almost no
sound. It looked like heated water was being pumped underground and then out
again. Men were moving quietly tending to the equipment and all were wearing
headlights, the site was being kept darkened and clearly it was the infrared
signature of the hot water that had been picked up by the satellites. She
decided to withdraw and then send a message back via satellite phone then she
would wait for instructions. Suzzanne crawled back to her rucksack and then
began to move deeper into the jungle away from the path so that she could look
for somewhere to lay up and rest.
About 500 metres from the depression she came to the edge of a clearing,
she stopped and examined the area, it seemed like a natural clearing, there was
no evidence of man and no paths led to or from it. Leaving the cover of the bushes she
entered, the clearing was about 4 metres square the floor covered with fallen
leaves; again she probed ahead with her machete and was rewarded with the edge
of a reed mat. Gently lifting it she could see a pit beneath but as she
continued to lift she heard an audible click. Suzzanne froze unsure what to
expect. She remained motionless but nothing happened, still unsure she decided
to get back into the cover of the bushes. As soon as she dropped the mat and
began to turn she heard another click and a pop like a cork out of a bottle and
within a second she was tangled in a fine mesh net. She struggled but she was
caught and the more she tried to move the more entangled she became until she
was tightly wrapped. She stopped moving and looked around, her machete was a
few inches away but she could not move her hand or fingers to grip it, her
rucksack was still in the bushes, then she heard crashing coming from the
direction of the depression before three men appeared in the clearing.
CHAPTER 2
Suzzanne squirmed as one
of them rolled her over with his boot before prodding her bottom with his toe.
She knew they were speaking Portuguese as they decided the best way to move
her. The biggest man grabbed the
bottom of the net and began to twist it round spinning Suzzanne on the ground
and tightening the mesh and entangling her further, then when he was confident
that she could not move he hoisted her small frame up and over his shoulder his
big hand taking the opportunity to grope and squeeze her curvaceous bottom
bound by the fine mesh as they headed back from where they had come. Suzzanne
bounced uncomfortably along on his shoulder as they walked but she could not
see where they were going until they entered another covered clearing this time
made by man. The big man dumped her
unceremoniously on the ground whilst the others emptied the contents of her
rucksack and began to rifle through them.
More men crowded round then a smaller tidier man pushed through and
began to shout at the men in Portuguese pushing them back and snatching the items
of them before they were spirited into pockets. He looked at contents of the
rucksack, satellite phone, automatic pistol, survival rations and he bent down
next to Suzzanne.
“Who are you?”
he said with a heavy accent
Staring out through the
mesh Suzzanne said nothing,
“Who are you and
what are you doing here?” he asked again and again he was met with
silence.
“Very well you can
stay silent if you wish but the Boss will be here later and he won’t take
silence as an answer, in the meanwhile we’ll make you more
comfortable” and he began to give instructions to the men, pointing to an
area of trees on the perimeter of the camp. The man bent down again “You
can hang about till the Boss gets here OK?” and he laughed as two of the
men returned and began to drag the netted girl across to the trees. Carefully
one of the men became to cut Suzzanne free from the mesh the others making sure
they had a firm grip on her as the net released its embrace. Suzzanne struggled
trying to twist and pull her arms free but strong rough hands gripped her.
Pulling her arms in front of her the men looped a leather strap around her
wrists pinioning them together; another strap was looped around her ankles.
Then they lifted her bodily from the ground and moved beneath a low branch.
Suzzanne squirmed and gave a little scream as several hands roamed and squeezed
her breasts, buttocks and forced their way between her thighs on the pretence
of lifting her. Tying the end of the strap around the low branch they released
her and she dropped and her feet hit the ground she realised she could stand
below the branch although her hands were secured above her head. The men stood
back for a moment and she could feel their eyes crawling over her scantily clad
body before they moved in again and grabbed her ankles. Releasing the strap
they fastened further straps around each ankle and then tied them off to iron
staples hammered into heavy section of tree trunk. Again Suzzanne found she was standing
and there was no tension in either the wrist or ankles straps although she was
not free to move very far. Then
that all changed, the small man shouted some new instructions and two of the
men began to unhitch a rope tied off to another section of trunk and Suzzanne
felt a jerk on her arms. Twisting her head around she followed the rope from
the two men who were straining to hold it, through the iron staple and up to
the branch her wrists were secured to. As the men gradually released the rope
the branch it was holding under tension sprung back taking the unfortunate
agent with it. As the rope slipped through the staple Suzzanne was gently
hoisted off the ground suspended by her wrists; as the branch moved higher the
slack in the ankle straps was taken up and she felt the tension increase, she
was being stretched between to restrained branch and the huge sections of
trunk. Now the strain was really increasing as the men slipped more rope.
Suzzanne grunted, breathing noisily through her gritted teeth. As the branch
was fully released Suzzanne was stretched taut as a bow string, every joint
straining. “There as I said
you hang around and wait for the boss” laughed their leader, and as the men moved off one of them
took a final opportunity to grope her bottom before giving it a hefty open
handed slap, “AArrrrrrrr” yelled Suzzanne as she vibrated like a G
string!. Alone now she tried to
twist her wrists and ankles in the straps but she was stretched so tightly
there was no give. He muscles quickly began to ache and sweat was soon beading
on her exposed skin and this attracted another source of irritation as flies
arrived to feast on the salty liquid tickling her face, arms and legs
incessantly.
“GGrrraaahh” she cried, twisting her body in frustration, dislodging
the alarmed flies but only for a second before they returned to torment her.
Suzzanne tried to close
down her mind using technique she had been taught to resist interrogation, the
pain the heat and humidity and the flies all were pushed to the back of her
perception and to some degree it worked until a voice drifted into her
consciousness,
“Hello
Suzzanne”. It was a slightly hoarse rasping voice but there was something
about it she recognised.
“Are you in there? I
do hope so”.
She pushed her conscious
level up and at once became aware of the tickling buzzing flies and the burning
pain in her shoulders.
“Nnnnnnnnnnn”
she moaned
“Wakey wakey”
rasped the voice
Suzzanne lifted her head
to try and see who was speaking, a blurred figure drifted before her as she
tried to focus. The face swam across her vision and gradually became clearer
“you!” she said quietly then “YOU!” louder as she
realised who stood before her, Goldhill “but you’re…”
“Yes” he
rasped “my voice is courtesy of you, the last time we met you shattered
my larynx amongst other things”
“You deserved it you
double crossing bastard!”
“That’s as
maybe but it cost me dearly in other ways, you were not supposed to escape, you
were meant to be sold on for a sizeable sum and your return to dear old M.I.7
blew my cover and I had to disappear”.
“It’s a tough
life” she spat.
“Indeed Suzzanne as
you’re about to find out, now I seem to remember asking you this question
before, why are you here and how much does M.I.7 know?”
“My answer is the
same as last time, so fuck off “
“Don’t be so
dismissive Suzzanne, this time the circumstances are not the same, I
don’t have to worry about damaging so talk before I get rough!”
She knew he held all the
cards but she continued with the bravado “Fuck you Goldhill”
“Very well” he
replied coldly
She thought she detected a
slight quiver in his rasping tones,
“I see your combat
suit is made of the latest bio responsive Kevlar based fabric” he picked
up a three foot length of rubber hose, It’s abrasion resistant, rip stop
, blah blah blah, but it doesn’t prevent you feeling pain!” and he swung the hose around his head
and across her belly. “OOOOOOooopphhh” the impact knocked the wind
from her, he swung again this time bringing it up between her spread legs the heavy
rubber slamming into her unprotected sex. She screamed throwing her head back
in response to the intense pain, the next three blows singled out her buttocks,
kidneys and breasts each landing with a loud thunk, Suzzanne’s body held
taut by the branch remained rigid with each impact. Goldhill was sweating with
exertion, he signalled to a group of men who had gathered to watch and barked
hoarse instructions at them. Instantly they began to drag the trunk sections
attached to Suzzanne’s ankles backward, this had the effect of moving her
stretched body from vertical to 45 degrees. He then handed the rubber hose to one of
the men. Suzzanne twisted her head round to see though she knew what coming.
The man stepped up beside her and swung the hose with a loud THWACK across her buttocks.
Suzzanne screamed, the blows from Goldhill had been painful but this guy had
many times his strength. He swung again and again walking the hose up from
behind her knees to her shoulders, after a dozen or more blows she stopped
screaming and by the end she hung limply in the straps head down sweat dripping
from her nose and chin. “Tell me and this will stop” Goldhill
rasped into her ear
“Cut me down and
I’ll finish the job I started on you” she whispered back.
He barked more orders and
the men began moving the sections again, this time in the other direction until
Suzzanne was stretched at 45 degrees in the other plane. A tall wiry man
approached with the hose and as Suzzanne met his eye he sneered displaying his
rotting teeth, then it began again, THWACK! This time targeting her breasts which
deformed like jelly with each impact before rebounding into shape. Her abdomen
and thighs all came in for attention and especially her pussy, its contours
clearly outlined by her fitted suit, every fourth or fifth blow would impact
this sensitive unguarded area and with each strike her thighs tensed as if
struggling to close to protect her sex.
Suzzanne was barely conscious now and Goldhill had one of the men douse
her with cold water shocking her back to reality. He lifted her head by a
handful of dripping hair, the water had roused her consciousness but her eyes
were glazed and rolled in their sockets.
“You’re a tough nut to crack Midsummer, but you know what,
this time it doesn’t matter what I do to you, this time you’re just
an inconvenience and you’re not going to interrupt our work here”.
Dropping her head he turned to the men “I’m going over to base
camp, so leave her strung up overnight”. The men began to wander away the
thin man dropping the rubber hose in the dust leaving the restrained agent to her
taut torment; several looked back at the woman’s helpless curvy full
breasted form and felt a stirring which could only mean trouble.
CHAPTER 3
Another dousing of icy
water shook her awake; she coughed and spluttered as the cold liquid cascaded
down her body soaking her to the skin her nipples responding forcefully against
the tight suit. Someone was behind her and she felt something being slipped
over her head and then tighten sharply round her throat, A voice rasped in her ear “No
funny business or…..” and she felt the thin steel wire tighten further cutting into her skin.
“Ok, OK” she replied and the
wire loosened slightly.
“Cut her down”
said the voice and silently several men moved forward, Suzzanne stayed
motionless waiting for them to make their move. The man with rotten teeth
produced a long thin blade and sliding his hand under the leg of her suit began
to slit the fabric. Despite its durability the bio-responsive fabric was not
indestructible and yielded to the blade as he ran it up her flank to her armpit
and then along the underside of her arm to the wrist. The suit fell away from
her breast as he then cut from her armpit to her neck and the men murmured
appreciatively. Moving around he carried out the same operation on the other
side and the garment fell away exposing Suzzanne’s curvaceous femininity
to their gaze. She was unable to do
anything to cover her modesty and could almost feel their eyes crawling over
her, lingering on the breasts and neatly trimmed mons. Although she had taken a
severe beating with the hose her body showed little sign of it externally. The
man then took the knife and slit the laces of her jungle boots pulling them off
and throwing them to one side. The other men now moved in and began to fasten
manacles around her wrists. The she felt their hands on her body as they took
hold of her and the thin man sliced the straps around her wrists. The branch
whipped back into the trees and Suzzanne collapsed into their grasp as the
tension was released. Swiftly the men fastened the manacles around her wrists
to a length of chain around her waist before lowering her to the ground. Her
ankles were still fastened to the trunk sections and the men paired off to
secure her legs. On each side one of the pair fastened a manacle around the
ankle before the other cut the strap. Hauling her to her feet they half
dragged, half carried her towards a group of vehicles across the clearing.
“Where are you
taking me” she asked, the wire noose jerked and the voice said “a
pussy party!”
Their plans now clear she
replied “Goldhill wants me for information if you kill me he won’t
be pleased”
The voice laughed
“The American won’t be back till morning and don’t worry we
don’t plan on killing you!!”
Arriving at the vehicles
Suzzanne was pull towards the back of a pickup truck, pushed against the tailgate
her wrists were re-secured to tie downs on the bed of the truck and she was
bent forward over the lowered tailgate. The men then turned their attention to
her ankles, the man holding the noose must have read her mind, it tightened and
the voice said “don’t even think about kicking out”. Pulling
her ankles apart the men secured them to some unseen part of the truck and
stepped back. Leaning forward the “Voice”
slipped the noose from over her head and she could feel him gratuitously
pushing his hips against her bare buttocks as he did so. “Ready to
party?” he hissed in her ear, she said nothing. His hands began to
roughly knead her buttocks his thick rough fingers digging into the firm mounds
“Nice eh boys?” he laughed and an appreciative murmur ran through
the men
“Go on Panch, you
were a farmer, plough that furrow!” call one of the men and a raucous
laugh rang around the camp. Knowing
what was to come Suzzanne gritted her teeth as she felt his fingers slid between her legs and
began to probe her pussy, one thick digit ran along the line of her pussy
before being pushed forcibly between her soft lips, she gasped as the finger
pushed deep inside her before withdrawing,
“No need for the
grease boys she ready to go” and Suzzanne felt her face flush with
embarrassment even though none of the men could see her. She heard a zipper and
then “Panch” was
positioning himself behind her, she felt his fingers grope under her spreading
her sex and then with a grunt his pushed his rigid cock into her. He was thick
and hard as he filled her but she made no response and slightly surprised he
said “how do you like that missy can you manage my plough?” his
voice laced with bravado.
Suzzanne looked back over
her shoulder and said mockingly “Why are you in yet?”
The men roared and the
man’s sweaty face clouded with anger, “Why you bitch” and
grabbing her hips he began to pound into her pussy. His pumping cock filled her
and he was going very deep with each stroke but she wasn’t going to let
him know that, she clenched her fists and braced herself against the
assault. Suddenly he let out a loud
exhalation and his pumping slowed and she could feel the broad member jerking inside
her as he came.
“Oh that was
good” he gasped as his thrusting stopped and he withdrew his still firm
member “she’s tight and wet” he crowed, who’s
next?” Suzzanne could hear the men jostling and bantering, twisting
around she saw the man with the bad teeth step forward, he grinned again
showing his decaying teeth as he stepped behind her and began to unbuckle his
jeans. Turning away she prepared herself for the next onslaught on her sex. She
felt his hands grip her hips and then the hot tip of his cock fumbling across
the slick lips of her pussy before parting them and entering her
uninvited. He was smaller than
Panch but must have been longer as he took great pleasure in slowly sliding his
length in an out. She laid still, her head against the dusty flat bed and after
a moment he must have realised she wasn’t moving because his hands
suddenly gripped her buttocks and he dug his sharp nails into the plump flesh.
Suzzanne squealed and bucked at the sudden pain and tried to twist away but
this only encouraged him as he began to slap and pinch her as he fucked
her. As his thrusting increased his
breathing became rasping and he moaned deeply as the curvy agent squirmed and
twisted impaled on his long cock. She could hear the men cat calling, egging
him on to make her dance and as his fingers dug deeper into her he silently
unloaded deep into her pussy. He withdrew quickly and with a low “thanks
baby” he slapped her hard across the bottom causing her to jerk forward
and let out a loud “Owwww!
The third man stepped
forward and turning to the group said “I not having your leavings, she
been well opened now, I’m gonna go where it’s tight, pass me that
grease”. Realising his intent Suzzanne began to struggle wriggling her
hips trying to make herself a moving target. The man laughed “ your
jiggling butt is just making me harder and hornier baby so keep still, you
ain’t gonna stop me having what I want” and she felt his fingers
push between her cheeks as he smeared her puckered ring with grease, his
slippery finger penetrating her, coating her deep inside. Suzzanne twisted around “Please no
not there” she pleaded.
“Sorry Sister, your
tight little ass is just too good to pass up” and he turned back to the
men “Boys give the lady something to bite down on, I’m gonna ream
her good” and the sound of noisy laughter filled her ears again. She was aware of the men coming in close
as her buttocks were spread in preparation, he was leaning against her now
pinning her firmly against the tailgate and she felt his cock begun to nuzzle
her slippery ring , “No ,No “ she mouthed silently. The men jeering
now encouraging her tormentor, she felt him begin to push and she knew she had
to relax to allow him in, but even then she knew it was going to hurt. She
cried out as he penetrated her and tears formed in the corners of her eyes from
pain and shame. The men cheered as he slid the full length of his cock into
her. Slowly he began to slide in and out of her and she felt like she was being
torn apart, she dug her nails into
the palms of her hands as his speed increased until he was pumping strongly in
and out of her , puffing out his cheeks and blowing out with each inward stroke
like and athlete. Suzzanne was now
whimpering and crying out with each thrust as the man suddenly threw his head
back and cried “Oh God oh god!” and she felt his cock swell
momentarily before pulsing inside her .
The men all cheered loudly at the spectacle and the man made her cried
out one last time as he whipped out his greasy member proclaiming
“I’m done, time for beer boys”.
The men continued to laugh
and shout as they moved away from around the limp form. Suzzanne sobbed
silently, the pain in her ring was slowly subsiding and she could feel the
results of the previous intrusions trickling down her inner thighs, spotted in
the dust between her legs were dark damp blobs. She tugged against the
unyielding chains; she would kill all of them if she could get free. The men
now stood in a huddle and she could hear bottles being cracked and gulps and
burps as the men greedily consumed the beer. She knew they would be back to revisit
her and the alcohol would only add fuel to their lust. Sure enough after a lot of shouting,
swearing and some minor scuffles one of the men wandered over to where Suzzanne
lay restrained. He slapped her arse jerking her alert “hey pretty thing
wanna play” he slurred.
“Fuck off”
came the reply.
Undeterred he continued
“well baby if that’s your attitude, fuck you too” and he
swigged the last mouthful of beer from the bottled before trailing the cold
glass over her back and down towards her round cheeks “Old Del reamed you
good, I bet you liked it really?”. Suzzanne turned her head away from the
drunk. “Hey don’t you ignore me bitch, you think you’re
better than me do ya, well we’ll see” and placing the flat of his
hand on the base of her spine he proceeded to force the bottle neck between her
still greasy buttocks. At once she tried to struggle away but she was clearly
at a disadvantage and the bottle slipped smoothly in up to the shoulder.
“You bastard,
you’re a dead man” she growled.
He laughed and gripping
the base of the bottle pushed harder. The neck was slim but the widening
shoulder of the bottle was beginning to make itself felt and Suzzanne protested
“Stop, stop it you fucker”.
Ignoring her, the man
continued until only the bottom three inches of the bottle protruded from the
agent’s tortured anus, the pain was intense and she fought not to cry
out. Seeing that she could not expel the intruder he reached for a second
bottle, he waved it before her “guess where this is going bitch?”
and she felt him fumble under her spread legs before the cold thick base of the
bottle was forced between her sticky lips.
Suzzanne was shouting now,
“Stop, No, Stop get off me you bastard”.
The other men were now
aware of the commotion, one of called over “Hey Clint what you doing?
don’t bust her up we ain’t finished”. Suddenly a pistol shot
cracked the air, the men spun around as Goldhill walked into the pool of light
“What the fuck is
going on here?”
“Just a little
entertainment Mr Goldhill, no harm done” said Panch nervously.
Goldhill looked across to
the truck; spread across the tailgate was a naked Agent Midsummer, her buttocks
red and marred by nail and scratch marks, a beer bottle protruded from her
tightly stretched anus whilst one of the men was holding the neck of another
bottle which was half way up her pussy.
“And what the fuck
are you doing?”
The man mumbled nervously,
“Err nothing boss, just playin’”
“Playing?”
said Goldhill coldly, his voice was thin and rasping as he tried to control his
anger then without warning he levelled the pistol at the man and fired. Clint
slumped forwards onto the ground, the dust rising around him as he hit the
ground, the bottle slipping from Suzzanne’s pussy into the pool of dark
blood spreading around his head. The other men backed away towards the shadows.
“You fucking
numbnuts, she’s a fucking enemy agent sent here to do god knows what, she
could kill you all if she got free, she’s not some dopey fuck toy like
you chase in town, now clear up this mess, get her ready for transport,
I’ve orders she’s to be take back to the villa, now move !!”
Two men quickly picked up
the body, dragging it roughly away before covering it with a torn tarp.
Suzzanne watched the frenzied activity Goldhill’s intervention had bought
and although it had saved her any more torment at the hands of the roughnecks
she was sure her treatment at “The Villa” would be no picnic. Panch appeared beside her holding a pad
of dirty white cloth in his palm, she knew what it was and tried to pull away
as his massive hand gripped her pony tail before yanking her head back and
forcing the pad over her nose and mouth, “Night, night! was the last
thing she heard as the pungent vapours filled her lungs and she passed out.
CHAPTER 4
Suzzanne’s head swam
as she became aware of her surroundings, she wasn’t in the jungle anymore
but standing in what appeared to be an elegant lounge, modern leather sofas
faced an ornate stone grate, picture windows looked out over an extensive
manicured garden to a wall with the jungle beyond. The walls where covered with pieces of
art, oil and watercolours, some she thought she recognised as well known
pieces. Occasional tables and a
bureau stood against the walls. She looked down, the sofas stood around a deep
cream rug but she was standing on a polished dark hardwood floor. A feeling of
cool air moving over her skin made her realise she was of course naked and as
she began to move she felt the hold of the obligatory restraints, however she
had expected no less, these people, Goldhill, knew her well enough to know what
she was capable of. Looking up she saw her wrists were held in padded leather
cuffs closed with a small brass padlocks and linked to the end of a spreader
bar which in turn was attached to a braided steel cable which fastened to a
eyebolt in the ceiling. Looking down she was somewhat surprised to find she was
wearing black hold ups! These villains and their fetishes! More padded cuffs
where attached to another spreader keeping her feet apart and to top it off she
was balanced on a pair of black patent platform stripper shoes which when
combined with spreader made keeping her balance none too easy. Still she
wasn’t gagged and somebody had taken the time to clean her up but she
could feel the deep ache in her limbs and muscles from the beating she had been
given in the camp. She took more
time to take in her surrounding, for once the room didn’t look too
threatening, she had been held captive before and invariably the room had held
shelves of whips, dildo’s and instruments of torture, this room just
looked like a well-appointed sitting room, however she knew appearances could
be deceptive.
The door opened and
Suzzanne shuffled round to face a slim tanned woman. Suzzanne had never seen
the woman before and scanned her up and down. She was about Suzzanne’s
height but slimmer and had the jet black hair and dark complexion common to the
region. Her hair was in a ponytail and she wore a crisp white blouse and cream
jodhpurs over shiny black riding boots, as she walked towards the suspended
agent she removed her fitted tan riding gloves. “Good Morning Miss
Midsummer” she said as Suzzanne detected a faint Latin accent, “I
understand you are interested in our operations here?”
Suzzanne thought quickly,
the equipment she had been carrying and her attire made it clear she could not
claim to be there for some legitimate reason, plus Goldhill knew her and her
M.I.7 status.
As the core of the British
Intelligence services, M.I.5 and M.I.6 had traditionally dealt with national
and international espionage and sensitive “political” issues
respectively and whilst competitive had always had a grudging regard for each
other, but the emergence of dangerous domestic and worldwide terrorist groups
had their resources virtually tied down keeping tabs on hundreds of groups each
with weird and often extreme agendas. In addition the fall of the
At first, as always M.I.7
was derided, the butt of jokes about supervillians and secret bases full of
uniformed henchmen, however a plot to try and seal all the world’s gold
vaults using some form of Electromagnetic pulse forcing a global financial
crisis and an attempt mind control the British Government was enough to make
the other services realise there was a credible threat from well-funded
madmen!
As an M.I.7 field agent,
Suzzanne had a broad knowledge of field craft, espionage techniques, martial
arts, weapons training, surveillance, survival ,assassination and other skills
continually taught and updated in M.I.7’s classrooms or in the field
through experience and survival!
Goldhill had been a double agent working high up in the
The woman turned towards a low table to
retrieve a cigarette from a silver box, as she turned she bent forward slightly
and Suzzanne noted her jodhpurs were almost sprayed on as they tightened across
her peach shaped derriere. She lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply and slowly
before blowing a cloud of blue smoke into the room.
“So what were you
looking for Agent Midsummer?”
Suzzanne said nothing.
“Come come, you must
have something to say, to parachute into the jungle and spy on our activities,
your government must want to know very much?
Suzzanne stayed tight
lipped. The woman breathed another cloud into the air and shifted her position
placing her weight on one leg and sticking out her hip. Suzzanne could not help
but notice the way the tight trousers outlined the shape of her sex. The woman
moved around behind her and she felt her breath on her neck “Nothing to
say, very well then “she whispered in her ear as her manicured hand slid
round and gripped Suzzanne’s throat pushing her head backwards, as she
squeezed she placed a booted foot on the spreader bar between her ankles to
prevent her kicking out. Her other hand came up and cupped Suzzanne’s
breast, gently hefting and squeezing it before the red nailed fingers came
together and began rolling her nipple.
“You resisted
Goldhill’s beatings but I can be more persuasive and I will break
you”.
The hand around her throat
was tight and she could hear her own blood pumping in her head and a faint
pinkness around the edges of her vision, she tried to twist but the
woman’s grip on her was strong as she began to squash and twist the
nipple. “Nnnngggg” moaned the agent. The woman could feel
Suzzanne’s body tense and quiver like a trapped animal and she continued
her assault before releasing her grip and pushing Suzzanne away. Suzzanne staggered,
the restraints hampering her balance and she sucked in air in great gasps.
“Now Agent
Midsummer, what were you looking for?”
“A psycho Latino
dyke with a penchant for camel toe!” gasped Suzzanne twisting around to
face her antagonist.
The woman smirked, “Very
well if that’s your attitude, we’ll begin immediately” and as
she walked past Suzzanne to a wooden sideboard she landed a vicious punch to
the agents midriff, “OooooPHHH” the wind knocked from her, she
would normally have been forced to double up from the blow but in her suspended
position she just spun around. Coming up behind her the woman landed another
punch into her kidneys, at the same time as grabbing her hair and pulling her
head back.
NNNaaaargh! moaned
Suzzanne as the woman reached around and slipped a ball gag between her lips
and forcing it behind her teeth, “Don’t want to disturb the
neighbours do we “ mocked the woman as she buckled the gag tight before
tightening the chin strap and fastening the leather panel across
Suzzanne’s ball spread lips. “ NNmmmm, Nnnnmmmm” came the
muffled response.
Suzzanne felt her ankles
pulled backwards as the woman grabbed the spreader bar and looking down she saw
the woman attaching an upright to the centre of the bar. She felt a click as it
locked into place and the woman tugged at it checking it was secure. Next the
woman began to fasten a crescent shaped device to the top of the upright and
Suzzanne saw with dismay that the crescent mounted two black dildos, the front
one was about eight inches long but thick, the shaft look knobbly like it
contained dozens of balls, the smaller dildo was about half the length and
thickness but had the same knobbly surface. Suzzanne began to struggle,
“MMmmmmph, Mmmmmmmmmm” she moaned.
“Too late now Agent
Midsummer, you had a chance to co-operate but you decided to be a smart
mouth!”
She liberally coated both
devices with lubricant until they were slick and shiny and then she began to
slide them up towards Suzzanne’s naked spread sex. The woman was holding
the upright steady with one hand whilst pressing down, this had the effect of
preventing Suzzanne from moving her he feet as she teetered on the high heeled
platforms. With the other hand she directed the first device against
Suzzanne’s pussy , its oily tip slipping easily between her lips and
inside her, she grunted through the gag as her pussy began to fill and as it
slid deeper the second device began to press against its intended target,
moving her hand slightly the woman spread Suzzanne’s buttocks and pushed
the device upwards, Suzzanne’s protestations raised slightly in pitch
before it slipped inside with an oily squelch and she was impaled on both
dildo’s. The woman continued
to push the intruders as deep as possible the crescent base hard against the
agent’s soft underside before inserting a locking pin to hold the device
in place. Suzzanne tottered on the heels now as they formed the base of a
triangle the dildo’s filling her pussy and anus creating the apex, she
was completely unable to bend her knees without forcing the devices deeper and
as she tried to keep her balance they pushed and jostled inside her.
“MMmmmmm,
Mmmmmph!” she moaned trying all the time to keep her balance.
“Not so smart
now?” said the woman and she reached forward grabbing Suzzanne’s nipples
and pulled them roughly, jerking the woman about. Suzzanne screamed into the
gag as she was pulled of balance. Picking up a small remote the woman pressed
some buttons with a manicured nail and the dildo’s buzzed into life, the
powerful motors causing the dozens of steel balls to oscillate under the soft
rubber skin massaging and kneading the walls of her sex and rectum. She
squirmed and twisted which only made it more intense and a long soft muffled
moan emanated from behind the gag.
Suzzanne struggled for a moment to regain her composure, she could
resist this, she’d suffered worse and she closed her eyes to begin
focusing her mind. Then she felt something lightly flick her nipple, once then
twice, opening her eyes she saw the woman standing before her with a long thin
supple straight whip the tip of which was flicking her nipple. “No mind games Agent Midsummer,
pay attention” and the whip flicked across her exposed flank. She
squealed a muffled squeal and arched her body sideways forgetting the lower
half of her body was pinioned and as she did so the gyrating dildos pushed
deeper into her. Before she could straighten up the whip flicker across her
other flank and she twisted again instinctively. The woman continued to land
stinging flicks up and down her flanks causing her to bounce and twist like
some naked bondage piñata. All the time the dildo’s where
stimulating her most sensitive areas bringing her closer to orgasm. The woman
moved to stand at right angles to the agent and then began alternating strikes
on her breast, tummy and
The woman stopped the
beating as Suzzanne came but as soon as it was obvious it had passed she began
again, this time slowly circling the agent landing strike after strike all over
her pink streaked flesh. It only took three or four minutes of this treatment
and the dildo’s each time to bring Suzzanne to orgasm again and again and
again. After half an hour the agent
hung limply in the wrist straps, silent except for her muffled panting, the
fifth or was it sixth orgasm having just ravaged her body. The woman retrieved
a small vial from the sideboard and releasing the leather panel covering her
mouth forced the nozzle of the vial past the ball at the corner of her mouth
and squeezed in the contents of the vial. Suzzanne spluttered but had no alternative
but to swallow the bitter liquid as the woman replaced the panel. The woman
whispered in her ear, “It’s a stimulant to stop you passing out,
should last”, she paused “three of four hours” and she
laughed. Suzzanne looked up
despairingly at the wrist cuffs, twisting and turning them, three or four
hours, oh shit!
CHAPTER 5
The woman flicked off the
dildos much to Suzzanne’s relief before retrieving more items from the
sideboard. She could feel the stimulant burning in her stomach and very quickly
the fire began to spread through her body raising her level of awareness and
unfortunately with that sensitivity. She moved tentatively, her legs and arms
ached from being fixed for so long and her lower orifices felt full, stretched
and oh so hot and sticky!
There was a knock at the
door, “Entre” replied the woman and a plump middle aged woman in a
house coat entered, head bowed. “La
amante como té de tarde” she asked quietly, there was a pause and
she glanced across at the naked figure hanging from the spreader bar, she met
Suzzanne’s pleading eyes for second, seeing the thin pinks wheals
criss-crossing her body and the bar pressing something deep into her pussy, she
looked down and crossed herself, she knew her Mistress was cruel and it was
best not to take too much interest in her activities.
Without looking up the woman replied “Vea no, y por favor
que me no molestan”.
“Sí amante” and the woman backed out of the
room and closed the door.
The woman returned and placed an item on the floor beside Suzzanne,
she looked down to see a large electric wand vibrator! The woman then began to
apply adhesive electrodes, two were placed at the base of Suzzanne’s
spine and two more on either side of her trimmed pubis, more electrodes were placed
either side of each nipple. She then connected each of the electrodes to a
cable from a small white control box. “Now let’s see how these
work” and she made a few adjustments to the knobs on the box before
pressing a button. Suzzanne’s body arched forward as the current coursed
through her lower back finding her pudendal nerves and sending the current deep
into her pussy, more adjustments and each of her nipples was shocked in turn.
Suzzanne waited with horror for the final test, she bit down on the ball
filling her mouth as the current surged between the electrodes across her
clitoris making her jerk like a puppet.
“Excellent” replied the woman, “one final set”
and she attached 2 blue electrodes on either side of Suzzanne’s neck.
“Now” she replied “let me explain, you’re going to meet
Mr Hitachi here and we are going to see how long you can hold out, but you’re
thinking “no problem she can make
me come as much as she likes”, well think again because every time
you orgasm these electrodes will shock you and the current will be much higher
and more painful than the test”.
Suzzanne shook her head, eyes wide “ Mmmoooo
,Mmmoooo”.
Ignoring her pleading moans she knelt down and picked up a pair of
latex gloves, “this will get messy and I don’t want to get
shocked”, then she picked up the
Suzzanne was struggling to withstand the waves of pleasure surging
out from her pussy, she was very wet and the feeling of fullness in her pussy
and arse where not helping, she dug her nails into the palms of her hands but
it was no use, she came with a huge moan, her muscles again tensing into
relief, her head thrown back, muffled sobs bursting from the gag, then within
seconds pain like she and never know in her breasts and pussy, she bit down on
the ball “Mmmmmmgggghhhhhhhhhh” as the current flowed between the
pairs of electrodes, some aided by natural lubrication. The shock continued for
ten seconds and as it ceased she slumped panting thought the gag. Without
warning the woman placed the
Goldhill stamped out his cigarette, “we were lucky to
discover her; one of the boatmen saw a parachute come down and reported it so I
sent out some men to set some booby traps and she set one off. I’ve had
dealings with her before she’s resistant and very dangerous”
“Yes” replied the other man, he was a portly man
dressed in baggy white linen trousers and shirt, in his late forties his black
hair, greying at the temples was slicked back into a ponytail and he sported a
thick black moustache. He spoke perfect English but with a noticeable Spanish
accent. “She outsmarted you last time I understand”.
“Yes” said Goldhill, a noticeable edge in his voice, “she
did, but not this time”. He would have happily killed her in the jungle
but his Masters wanted her to be questioned in more detail, still there would
come a time when they had no more use for her and he would ensure her demise
was a slow and unpleasant as possible. “How long do you think it will
take to crack her?” he enquired. The man laughed “Yolanda can be
very persuasive, she will make the woman talk and enjoy doing it”
“I’d like her back when you’re finished with
her” said Goldhill.
“Yes” he said the thoughtfully “I would like to
spend some time with her to, try a few new things, Hah, if Yolanda would permit
me!” and he laughed a big belly slapping Goldhill across the shoulder, “yes
you can have her, what’s left!” and he laughed again
Goldhill winced under heavy blow, “Quite, but I don’t
want to fuck her, we have other unfinished business” and his fingers
gently stroked his throat.
“Oh I understand, well perhaps I can make a few suggestions,
we have something here called the “Maribuntas” they can be most
entertaining and deadly”.
“Tell me more”
said Goldhill interestedly.
“Darling”
called a woman’s voice and the fat man spun around to see the woman
coming towards him.
“Yolanda my sweet,
any news?”
“Mr Goldhill”
said the woman politely although it was clear she had no like for the man.
“Mrs Cortez”
he replied consciously stopping his eyes wandering down her body to the fitted
crotch of her jodhpurs.
“So darling has she
told you anything?”
“Not yet, she is a
tough one but I’m not finished yet. I used a dose of Coca stimulant to
keep her awake but she’s still resisting, I’ve left her to
contemplate her situation and given her a dose of the concoction the Indians
use for their “meditations”.
I’ll see how that works and resume after we’ve have had
supper”.
The man laughed again,
“make sure you don’t kill her, Mr Goldhill would like that
pleasure, in fact we were just about to discuss the “Maribuntas”, what do you think?”
The woman screwed up her
nose, “not subtle enough for my tastes but there will be no traces left
for sure, anyway let’s eat, Consuelo has set the table on the
veranda” and linking her arm through her husband’s she gently led
him away. Goldhill followed a few paces behind watching the woman’s tightly
encased buttocks sway as she walked ahead of him.
In the lounge Suzzanne
spun gently on the end of the cable, she had endured several hours of electric
shock torture and many many forced orgasms. The stimulant had kept her fully
alert for the duration making sure she felt every shock and every application
of the vibrator. Eventually the
woman had tired of torturing her and stopped realising that the agent would
probably be dead before this method succeeded in breaking her. Before leaving
her the woman had carefully cleaned and packed away her instruments of pain and
pleasure, removing the electrodes from Suzzanne’s skin. Then she had
removed the upright locking bar which held the dildos in place smiling to
herself as she noticed how slick and wet the vaginal device was. As the devices
vacated her tormented orifices Suzzanne was heard to moan quietly behind the
gag and she sagged in the restraints, relieved at no longer having to keep her
legs straight to prevent the toys penetrating deeper. However the woman was not
finished, she returned with a short length of chain which she attached to the
middle of the spreader bar above Suzzanne’s head, then she reached down
and pulled the lower spreader backwards toppling Suzzanne off her heels and she
lifted the bar pulling it up until she could attached it to the other end of
the chain. The agent moaned, her eyes squeezed shut, all her weight was now
supported by her arms and wrists. “There” said the woman
“just one more thing before I leave you to contemplate whether to
cooperate or not” and she began to unbuckle the panel gag, then as before
she forced the nozzle of a small ampoule into the corner or Suzzanne’s
mouth, she twisted feebly too weak to resist as she tasted a salty vanilla
taste in her mouth. ”This is something else the local Indians use, they
use it to induce a state of meditation but I found that just small dose will
sap the users self-control, their will to resist, suppress inhibitions”
Suzzanne struggled again but the woman squeezed her throat forcing her to
swallow. Once sure the agent had taken the drug she removed the gag completely,
long strings of saliva trailed behind as she pulled it from between her teeth.
Suzzanne gasped and took in a deep breath, flexing her jaw as she did so, ball
gags so made her jaw ache and it was something she had never gotten used to!
Wiping the drool from around Suzzanne’s mouth with a handkerchief she
said “I’ll be back in few hours by then the drug should be
working”
“Go to hell!”
replied the agent hoarsely.
The woman just laughed and
turning on her heel left the room and Suzzanne heard the key click in the lock.
She twisted her body slightly so that she began to gently spin and she could
get a look around the room. As she scanned the room she began to find it difficult
to concentrate, hold her train of thought and she knew the drug was in her
bloodstream and making its way to her brain. She shook her head and began to
breathe deeply hoping the extra oxygen would help her fight the effects. Her
mind was fogging quickly now, she was aware of her surroundings, the discomfort
in her arms and legs but nothing seemed to matter, her thoughts blurred into
each other, her breathing slowed and gradually a glazed vacant look began to
appear in her eyes as she gently spun to a stop.
Outside the sun was setting over the jungle canopy and sounds of
the night could be heard outside the villa walls. Yolanda drained the last of
her coffee watching as her husband and the American discussed the progress of
the project. She wasn’t really interested in the detail, her husband had
made money selling the coca products for which the country was so well known
but that was getting too dangerous as the Government supported by the
“Gentlemen, if you will excuse me I plan to take a shower
and then carry on my unfinished business with our guest”. The men turned
their deep conversation interrupted, “Of course my dear, Mr Goldhill and
I have much to discuss, and I’ll find you later”
“Mrs Cortez” nodded Goldhill trying not to stare at
the woman’s firm shapely buttocks again as she rose and left the table.
“So Mr Goldhill you were mentioning your organisation was
looking to expanding their operation in
“What? Oh yes “stammered Goldhill his image of what Mrs
Cortez would look like dressed a cheerleader shattered by the man’s
resumption of the conversation.
Cortez picked up on his hesitation, he loved the way other men lusted
after his wife but his power and wealth meant that only the foolish tried their
hand, the last man who had flirted with his wife had ended up staked out in a
jungle clearing waiting for the “Maribuntas”.
“How soon do you
think your wife to break her” said changing the subject, his masters were
impatient and so was he.
“Mmmmm”
pondered Cortez, “Yolanda enjoys her work and she will get the
information without killing the woman” he smiled and raised his eyebrows
at Goldhill as he said this.
“Indeed”
replied Goldhill “just to say this information is required by the top of
the organisation, there can be no mistakes!”
“There won’t
be Mr Goldhill, don’t you worry, it may take longer than you want but Yolanda
will squeeze every drop of information out of her before she is done, and then
the woman is yours, now more can I offer you brandy and a cigar? Best money can
buy!” and he laughed heartily.
CHAPTER 6
Cortez watched the tail lights of Goldhill’s jeep receding
down the drive and checked his watch, just after
“Enjoying yourself darling” enquired Cortez
“She’s very responsive especially after the dose of Katchi I gave her, I couldn’t
resist playing for a while” at which point the agent gave a huge shudder
, arching her hips and back before collapsing back into the cushions,
“See?” exclaimed Yolanda, “she just keeps coming and coming”.
“Goldhill says they are impatient for the information…
but ….. She is very lovely” he mused. He knelt down beside Suzzanne
and his big hand slowly began to knead one of her breasts. He felt her take a
sharp intake of breath before arching her back and shoulders towards the new source
of pleasure. Sensing her response his thick fingers began to roll and squeeze
her nipple increasing her response. He felt his wife’s hand rub across
the bulge in his trousers “Enjoy her with me Henrique, Goldhill can wait
a bit longer” and he felt her fingers squeeze his thick shaft. Reaching around he unbuckled the ball
gag, then he unbuttoned his trousers and reached in to free his cock. Yolanda
has stopped stimulating Suzzanne and moved around to her head and adjusted the
cushion to roll her slightly to one side. She then reached out and stroked the
purple tip of her husband’s cock with her latex clad fingers, he jerked
at the contact and she began to gently guide his member towards
Suzzanne’s open mouth. As the underside of his glans made contact with
her lip her tiny wet pink tongue darted out and began to lap gently around the
tip, he gasped then as he leaned in his wife guided the thick shaft into the
agent mouth. Almost at once he felt the heat and slippery wetness of her mouth
as her tongue coiled and licked around the bulbous end of his organ and then
she began to suck. Cortez let out a low moan as Yolanda leaned in to kiss him
deeply whilst guiding his hand to stroke her latex clad pussy. Suzzanne was now instinctively sucking
his cock rhythmically and his breath came in gasps. As Yolanda pulled back from
the kiss she whispered in his ear “She is good, yes?”
“Oh fuck yes” replied Cortez his head lolling
backwards as the brunette head pumped between his thighs. He savoured the
moment his hand firmly kneading his wife’s pussy, two gorgeous women to
meet his every sexual demand, one a bound foreign agent sucking his cock, he
was a God! Then he felt a familiar feeling build in his loins and he pulled out
of the pleasing mouth, he gasped, he didn’t want to come yet, he
didn’t want it over so quickly. “I want to fuck her darling, free
her legs” and he rose and began to strip off his trousers. Yolanda
reached down and unbuckled the straps securing Suzzanne’s ankles,
straightening and spreading the agent’s legs for her husband’s
pleasure. Suzzanne continued to
moan appreciatively at every touch, groaning loudly as Cortez placed himself
between her thighs, pushing her knees outward. Shuffling forward he guided the
fat head of his cock towards her inviting pink wet pussy and as he slid into
her stretching her plump lips around his shaft they moaned in unison and
Suzzanne arched and pushed against him. Slowly he began slide in and out of her
and she was so wet he could hardly feel any friction; his hands grabbed both
her breasts and began to squeeze them forcefully making her release a little
cry. At the same time Yolanda cradled Suzzanne’s head stroking her face.
Cortez was now thrusting with more vigour and Suzzanne moaned with every
stroke.
“Henrique, don’t come yet, turn her over” cooed
Yolanda and Cortez stopped thrusting and withdrew his hard cock, now coated in
Suzzanne’s fluids. Deftly he flipped over the unresisting woman before
kneading and separating her round buttocks. Suzzanne’s cleft and puckered
ring were slick with her fluids which had dribbled down during Yolanda’s
prolonged stimulation of her pussy and Cortez marvelled at how a woman could
stay so wet!, lifting her hips gently towards him he allowed his straining cock
to probe between her slick lips until she parted with ease and allowed him inside. From this new angle his big cock
bumped high up inside her pussy whilst rubbing against the sensitive area
behind her clitoris and she cried out at the increased sensations of pleasure.
Meanwhile Yolanda had placed herself at Suzzanne’s head her booted legs
on either side of the agent’s body; gently she pulled the latex gusset of
her bodysuit away to expose her shaven sex. Parting her mocha coloured lips to
reveal the pink within she slid he hips down whilst lifting Suzzanne’s
head guiding the woman’s mouth towards her spread pussy. The agent
struggled slightly but Yolanda looped her hand through Suzzanne’s hair
and jiggled her hips to position her sex before mashing it against
Suzzanne’s mouth, she was almost instantly rewarded with the tickle of
tongue against her clitoral bud and she gasped. Stimulated by the site of his wife
burying the agent’s face into his wife’s sex Cortez increased the
frequency and depth of his thrusting feeling the stimulation and sensations
grow, Suzzanne’s moans were muffled as she was forced to lick deep and
she squirmed in a futile from of resistance. Cortez felt his balls tighten and
with a mighty moan his cock began to pump deep inside Suzzanne, filling her
pussy with his thick ejaculate. Spurred on by his efforts Yolanda began to
thrust her pussy forcing Suzzanne’s mouth to increase contact with her
clitoris and she too felt to wave of orgasm wash over her before slumping back
into the cushions panting. Cortez
gently pulled out of Suzzanne’s pussy his cock trailing thick white
strands mirroring the liquid coating the inner lips of her pussy. Husband and
wife rested for a moment, between them the tightly bound object of their
debased pleasure lay motionless, her breathing deep and slow, her face coated
with the results of Yolanda’s orgasm, her pussy gaping, dribbling semen
after being plundered by Cortez. After a few moments Cortez rose, “change
ends?” he queried playfully and catching his meaning Yolanda rose covering
her puffy lips with latex before removing a long ridged strap-on from beside
the pile of cushions. Buckling the device around her hips she moved around and
knelt behind Suzzanne. Inserting two of her gloved fingers into
Suzzanne’s pussy she them proceeded to smear the slippery fingers around
the puckered ring coating it liberally. Dipping her fingers once more she
slipped first one then the other into the agent’s anus as she quietly
whimpered in protest. Cortez meanwhile was mimicking Yolanda’s previous position
in front of Suzzanne stuffing cushions under her breasts and hips to raise her
up. Once satisfied he grabbed Suzzanne’s hair to steady her head before
pushing his semen coated penis against her lips. She tried to resist but
quickly succumbed gagging slightly as her mouth was quickly filled. Cortez then
began to slowly pump her head up and down his shaft to the accompaniment of her
gagging and slurping. Yolanda gently placed the tip of the strap-on against
Suzzanne’s anus and began to slowly push with her hips. Cortez
immediately felt her response as deep in her consciousness she felt her anus
about to be penetrated, her moans were stifled by Cortez’s cock although
he found the humming sensation they caused most pleasurable. Gripping
Suzzanne’s hips firmly Yolanda continued to push as the tip of the hard
rubber cock breached the tight muscle ring, Suzzanne made a muffled protest
which increased as the rigid lateral ridges on the shaft stretched her ring
further and she attempted to twist away but found herself impaled from both
ends, a classic spit roast!
Once inside Yolanda began to thrust in an out whilst Cortez
continued to pump her head up and down until after a few minutes
Suzzanne’s body began to jerk and she made staccato “arr arr arr
“sounds around the member filling her mouth, finally flopping limp
against her assailants. Cortez poured himself a glass of water from the night
stand and took a long swig “anymore ideas darling?”
Yolanda was unbuckling the strap-on “I could easily keep her
as a plaything but that American will get difficult if we don’t get her
to talk. Could I have her after that Henrique?”
“Mmmmm” pondered Cortez always wanting to please his
wife “Goldhill has plans for her but I'm sure I can talk to him”
“Oh please” she giggled “we could have such fun
with her”
“Don’t forget darling she’s an agent a trained
assassin, she’s dangerous ,she’s not a pet, still it would only be
for a while, you’re bound to get bored of her eventually!”
His wife pouted, “you’re so mean” and she
playfully pounded her petite fists on his broad chest. Gathering her up in his
arms he realised she was still clad in rubber and PVC his cock began to harden
again “Let’s have her locked away for the night and we can have
some more fun of our own?”
“Yes, yes “she giggled as he carried her through the
adjoining door to his room. He dropped her into the centre of the bed and as
she twisted to sit up he grabbed her firmly by the wrist, in his other hand was
a steel cuff which her locked over around her wrist, she gasped, eyes playfully
wide “No, no please” she pleaded imitating the voice of a damsel in
distress.
“Tonight there is no escape for you Agent Midsummer,
Mowhhhaahaahaaa!” and he threw himself on top of her whilst reaching for
the other cuff.
Next door Suzzanne continued on in the drug and orgasm induced
haze her mind fogged full of whirling images, sounds, sensations, her pupils
dilated, her eyes rolled behind closed lids and she was hardly aware of the
house staff that arrived to take her away.
CHAPTER 7
Suzzanne was awoken by noises outside of the door and as she
opened her eyes the room began to spin slowly, as she sat up her the pain
behind her eyes made her squeeze them shut for a moment and she retched but
nothing came up. Her hands were up to her face before she realised she was not
restrained, nothing around her wrists or ankles. Pushing through the discomfort
she felt, probably a hangover effect from the drugs she had forced to take the
day before she pushed herself into a squatting position facing the door ready
to spring at whoever entered. The voices continued outside and she twisted her
head in a circular motion, stretching her muscles and trying to clear her head
when she became aware of something around her neck, something quite tight. Her
fingers began to explore and she felt a woven nylon collar with a box about the
size of a juice carton attached at the back of her neck. Something was pressing
into her neck under the carton and she gingerly pushed her fingers under the
webbing. The tips of her fingers found two small metal half spheres, one on
either side of her cervical spine. “Bastards!” she cursed, although
she wasn’t bound she had been fitted with a “Shock Collar”,
if she tried to escape an operator would deliver an electric shock into her spine
from the two electrodes, intensely painful and well capable of incapacitating
her. She relaxed and slumped back onto the floor as the key rattled in the lock
and two guards entered, a third remained outside his thumb hovering over a red
button on a small black box. The guards held long black nightsticks and one
wave his at her, “Up, up “. As she rose slowly to her feet the
guards moved out of leg range despite the Shock Collar. All the time the third
man watched her like a hawk his thumb poised. “Hands on your head”
barked the man and then gestured towards the door with his stick. Placing her
hands one on top of one other on her head Suzzanne moved towards the door, all
the time the guard with the trigger kept out of reach whilst keeping her in
sight. A night stick poked her in the back “Go!” and another prod
prompted her to begin walking. They were taking no chances, any movement of her
hands from her head and the guards would be on her with the sticks and the
third man kept far enough away to hit the button before she could reach him.
They were in some sort of stable area although there were no horses about just
equestrian paraphernalia as the guards guided her to an open double doorway.
Inside it was dimly lit except for an area in one corner lit by fluorescent
tubes. In the bright pool of light
Suzzanne could see a large glass water filled tank about six feet long by four
feet deep. Yolanda was leaning over
a table and turned as Suzzanne was marched in. “Agent Midsummer”
she said the words instantly reminding
her of her last night’s antics, Henrique had spent until the small hours
“interrogating” her after
chaining her to the bed pretending she was the fulsome enemy agent as he had
teased and fucked her.
“You proved very
resistant yesterday and I admired your resolve and determination but Mr
Goldhill wants that information, very very badly”.
Suzzanne stood there silent, naked, her hands on top of her head.
“Nothing to say? Very well, we’ll see if we can change
that, bind her!”
One of the guards moved behind Suzzanne and pulled her wrists down
and behind her; she flinched as her shoulders were still sore from her
prolonged suspension. The second guard looped a wide red strap over her head
and around her upper arms, slipping the end through the buckle and pulling it
tight, meanwhile the first guard had fastened a similar but smaller strap
around her wrists. They fastened another strap around her waist which pulled
her wrists tight into the small of her back before doubly tightening all the
straps. Dropping down they fastened another strap just above her knees and
another around her ankles. Suzzanne stood there helpless, balancing on her
petite size four feet, her legs moulded into one unit. “Ok remove the
collar and bring her over here”.
The third man now approached and with a magnetic key unlocked the shock
collar, then the two guards dragged the tightly bound woman towards the tank.
Finally they passed another strap around her neck fixing it firmly but not
tightly. “I thought we would go back to good old basics today, nothing
high tech.” And she splashed her hand through the water in the tank.
“Henrique had a fad to keep tropical fish but after a while he only had
one left, the fish dealer didn’t tell him it was a piranha!” and she
laughed “but he had the last laugh and the piranha had the fish dealers
fingers!” and she laughed again chillingly.
“Still want to stay tight lipped” she said enquiringly
“we don’t have to do this; you could just tell me why you were
found snooping around the project site”.
Not relishing the thought of a mock drowning session in the tank
as Yolanda so obviously planned Suzzanne decided it was time to try something
else and lie!
“Ok” said Suzzanne, “I was sent to kill
Goldhill, he’s a traitor and both we and the Americans want him
dead”
“Really” said Yolanda “and how were you going to
kill Mr Goldhill, no sniper rifle, just a pistol but lots of surveillance and
transmitting equipment, try again Miss Midsummer, the truth this time”
“I was to take him out silently make it look like natural
causes” she lied with nothing to lose. “I was to report back
immediately via radio to confirm the kill and arrange extraction”
“Oh Miss Midsummer don’t treat me like a fool, you
demean yourself ,any “assassin”
could have been sent to do that but you’re a highly trained agent simple
wet work is below you”.
“I do whatever my government asks of me” replied
Suzzanne realising her excuse was not going to be believed.
“Enough of this nonsense put her in the tank”
Two of the guard lifted her off the ground and moved towards the
waiting tank, she struggled ineffectually as they held her over the tank and
released her. Holding her breath as she slid into the water she found it cool
but not the freezing dunking she was expecting, clearly Yolanda didn’t
want her to die of hypothermia. Water poured down the sides and sluiced across
the floor as she sank to the bottom of the tank, feeling the hard surface with
her toes she kicked upwards until her head cleared the surface and she coughed
and spluttered as the water cascaded down her face. As she surfaced Yolanda
stepped up to the side of the tank and grabbed the strap around her neck and
looping the slack around her fingers twisted it tight around the agent’s
throat. She pulled Suzzanne forward along the tank causing her feet to loose
traction on the slippery glass bottom. Bound and off balance Suzzanne’s
body was free floating in the water reliant on the woman holding the strap
around her neck to keep her head above water.
“Now Miss Midsummer I’m told the sensation of drowning
is most unpleasant and we can keep recreating for a long as it takes so
I’ll ask again, why were you snooping around the project site?”
“I’ve told you” panted Suzzanne “I was
sent to kill Goldhill”
“Tsk, tsk, still lying” tutted Yolanda and forced
Suzzanne under the water.
Suzzanne took her last breath just before she was pushed under
water. She thrashed and struggled as the strong hand on her neck pushed her to
the bottom of the tank and held her there. She could see water streaming down
the outside of the glass and away in the distance smudgy figures she assumed
were the guards. At first she just held her breath, she was an excellent
swimmer and advanced physiological techniques in scuba training meant she could
control her breathing and not panic but she was no free diver, as the seconds
ticked away she slowly ate into her oxygen reserves. Gradually she felt her
lungs begin to burn, carbon dioxide levels in her blood were increasing
triggering the receptors trying to make her breath. Still Yolanda held her
down. The burning was increasing now the urge to breath intense, she fought the
impulse to struggle, to get to the surface. Her lungs felt like they would
burst, she could hear her blood whooshing in her ears, she must breath, she
must. At that moment Yolanda dragged her back to the surface and her breath
exploded from her lungs, almost instantaneously she sucked in air, gasping like
a landed fish.
“Three minutes thirty seconds, pretty good” encouraged
Yolanda “let’s try for a bit longer and she forced the gasping
agent down again. This time Suzzanne tried to count, to control herself, she
had only managed to get three or four good breaths in before Yolanda ducked her
again and she knew it was going to be tough. Quickly the burning in her lungs
returned as she counted through two and a half minutes, the seconds crept by ,
three minutes, three fifteen, her lungs felt they were about to explode, three
thirty, three forty five, the discomfort was excruciating. At four minutes
Yolanda allowed her to surface, her breath coming in huge gouts, her eyes wide
with panic.
“Enough?” enquired her tormentor; Suzzanne nodded,
“Then tell me what I want to know?” Suzzanne shook her head still
gulping in great sobbing breaths.
“Fair enough, going down” and she plunged her under
again. This time Yolanda forced her down against the side of the tank and the
guards were treated to the sight of the bound woman struggling as her big
breasts were squashed against the glass. Suzzanne continued to count, one
minute, two minutes, at three minutes she felt herself being pulled to the
surface but as her face broke the water and she exhaled explosively she was
almost immediately forced down again. This time the pain and burning returned
instantly to her empty lungs, panic rising she struggled and writhed bumping
against the side glass, she felt like she was dying, then she broke the surface
again opened her mouth to gasp when the water closed over her again. Her brain
was screaming for oxygen, her heart was pounding, her body was telling her it
was dying, looking up she could see the figure of Yolanda through the rippling
surface above where there was the oxygen she desperately needed to live. The
edge of her vision was becoming grey now, she was dying of hypoxia, the need to
fight seemed to be less important, she could feel her body now; she was
slipping backwards down into darkness.
Suddenly the little breath she had exploded from her lungs and the pain
returned, she was gasping, coughing, spitting under the bright fluorescent
lights as Yolanda dragged her to the surface and rolled her onto her back. Suzzanne’s breaths were mixed with
sobs,
“Ready to talk yet?”
“Never” sobbed Suzzanne unsure whether it was true.
“Sure?” and Yolanda released her grip on her. The
agent dipped under the water sinking downwards, she struggled to get back to
the surface, her feet scudded and slipped on the glass, her face broke the
surface before she slipped under again, she kicked back again breaking the
surface, gasping coughing, then under again, this was worse than being ducked,
all the time Yolanda leaned over the tank looking into her despairing eyes.
Suzzanne’s mind raced, she could see in the woman’s eyes that she
would let her die if she didn’t get what she wanted. Yolanda let Suzzanne
bob and struggle and she went under at least a dozen times before she slipped
her hand back into the strap to prevent another dive, “More or ready to
talk?”
“I’ll talk” gasped Suzzanne
“Good and I want the real reason, no more nonsense about
Goldhill or its more diving lessons for you!”
“Ok ok” panted Suzzanne, now was the time to use the
cover story M.I.7 had provided if she was caught.
“I was sent to reconnoitre the site, my agency and the
Americans believe your organisation is preparing a hidden missile launching
site to threaten the
“Hahahahahahahah!” laughed Yolanda, “really, a
missile site, what else? how did you find the location for the site?”
Continuing the lie Suzzanne which seemed to be plausible to
Yolanda, Suzzanne continued “a local operative heard some of your men
talking in town about the deep excavations, after that it was simple to get a
satellite over the region to take photos, but when nothing showed up I was sent
in to find the site”. She knew if she said she let on about the thermal
signature they would take measures to further conceal the site, at least this
way they would think the camouflage was sufficient.
“You’re not being entirely truthful with me are you
Suzzanne” Yolanda said condescendingly, “You’re not the first
agent sent here are you?”
“I am I came alone” she said knowing full well that
two agents had been sent before her and had disappeared.
“Ok” said Yolanda and motioned to the guards who
pulled Suzzanne out of the tank and dropped her dripping onto the cold concrete
floor. Kneeling behind her Yolanda grabbed her soaking ponytail saying,
“So you don’t know her?” as one of the guards pulled aside a
canvas curtain to reveal a naked blonde girl kneeling in a glass cylinder.
Suzzanne recognised her immediately it was one of the missing
agents, Ami Gibbs. The girl
Suzzanne could see was kneeling inside the cylinder because her wrists where
chained to a ring bolt in the base, a red ball gag filled her mouth. Both women
recognised each other but neither displayed any sign of recognition,
“Come now, I know you know each other, you are both M.I.7
agents, stop this deceit it will do you both no good.
“Look I don’t know her OK” said Suzzanne
struggling now to decide the best course of action, she was taken aback to see
Ami also a captive, neither Goldhill, Cortez or Yolanda had mentioned any other
agents up until now, clearly they had been playing her.
“So to you her life is worthless?” and she gestured to
one of the guards. With a whoosh the glass cylinder began to fill rapidly with
water quickly reaching the girl’s waist. Ami began to look panicky; she
tugged at the chain and looked towards Suzzanne her eyes filling with terror.
Suzzanne struggled and Yolanda tugged her by the hair whilst pinning her down
with her knee. “She means nothing to you so watch her drown”. The
cold water had reached the girls pert breasts now peaking her pink nipples and
Suzzanne could she her struggles increasing. The water level rose higher
covering her shoulders and then working its way up her slender neck. She tugged
at the chain and tipped her head backwards trying to gain that extra bit of
height as the water reached her jaw. “Not much longer” said
Yolanda. The water was beginning to cover her chin now as she fought to keep
her face above the rising water. Creeping over her face she sealed her lips
around the gag to prevent the water entering her mouth, then she closed her
eyes as the water covered those. Suzzanne struggled but was firmly pinned and
bound and could only watch as her colleague was covered. The water finally
covered her nose and Suzzanne could now she Ami’s submerged face framed
by her slowly waving blond hair, her green eyes wide her cheeks bulging. She
continued to tug at the chain her movements becoming more and more panicked,
after a minute bubbles began to leak from her nose, “She’s not got
much longer” whispered Yolanda as the girl’s struggles decreased
and the flow of bubbles from her nose and mouth increased.
“Ok stop stop you bitch, you win I know her, let her go, get
her out” and a smiling Yolanda gestured to the guard who operated a
lever. Almost as quickly as it had entered the water began to drain from the
cylinder and Ami could be heard to gasp and cough as the oxygen entered her
lungs. Yolanda laughed “Secret Agents, so fucking predictable, I knew you
wouldn’t let her die, you’re weak, no commitment. Well I’d
love to keep you both here for my pleasure but I understand Mr Goldhill has
plans for you both so I’ll say goodbye to you for the last time”
and rising she walked to the door. Suzzanne twisted to watch her go and could
see Goldhill silhouetted in the door. “Bring them” he rasped.
CHAPTER 8
The cool breeze on the
river was a relief after the stifling heat of the jungle as the boat gradually
made its way upriver. Suzzanne and Ami sat naked and cross legged on the deck
of the boat their hands shackled behind them with a chain around their waist. A
length of duct tape had been used to gag each of them. Ami had regained her
composure after her near drowning but neither had been given the chance to
speak to each other before they had been gagged and forced to sit in the boat.
Across from them in each corner of the boat sat one of the guards levelling
pistols at them. She studied the fastening on the shackles, although rusty they
still worked and she wasn’t going to be getting out of them on her own.
She turned to make eye contact with Ami. A boot jabbed her hard I the ribs
“keep still” growled Goldhill and she fixed her eyes on the
tarpaulin covered box Goldhill had insisted they bring. If Goldhill held true that he would kill
her then why had he not done so and why was he taking her into the jungle. He
had something more devious planned for their demise than a bullet in the head
she was sure and what was the box for?
Gradually the launch began
to slow and move towards the bank bumping to a halt against some rotting wooden
pilings. Goldhill jumped ashore and fastened the bowline “Bring them and
bring the box”. The men
manhandled the naked agents out of boat and forced them up a narrow track. The
others carried the tarp covered box by its rope handles. A hundred meters in
they entered a clearing and the guard forced the agents to sit cross legged
again. Still unable to communicate with Ami she began to take in the details of
the clearing in case a chance to escape arose. The floor of the clearing was
completely free of any vegetation and at one end where several fallen tree
trunks. The trunks although darkly stained appeared to be almost polished, bark
free on their upper most surfaces and they seemed to have be positioned rather
than placed by nature as each was placed an equal distance from the next and
inclined at exactly the same angle. At the far end of the clearing was a tall
“earthen” structure ten feet high by six feet wide by one foot
thick the top covered with short spires of earth. Suzzanne could not see any
detail as the structure was heavily shaded by the surrounding trees whilst the
rest of the clearing was in sunlight.
“Bring the blonde
first” croaked Goldhill and two of the guards pulled Ami to her feet and
dragged her towards to tree trunks, she struggled digging her bare heels into
the dust to no effect and her efforts were rewarded with a firm punch to the
kidneys which caused her knees to buckle under her. Reaching the trunk a third
man unlocked the shackles while the other two held her firmly, then they pulled
her back forcing her onto the log. She kicked out narrowly missing the guard
with the keys and Goldhill stepped forward and backhanded her viciously
snapping her head to one side, “Fasten her now”. Quickly the guards
pulled her arms down either side of the trunk and fastened her wrists together
with a rope passed under the tree. They fastened her ankles in the same way
spreading her legs revealing her neat blond triangle of fine hair above her
cleft. As the men stepped away she continued to struggle pulling at the ropes
and twisting her limbs fruitlessly. He body, tanned, was slimmer and less
fulsome than Suzzanne, he breasts less round and heavy. Her tummy was flat and
her waist was narrower. “Prepare her” rasped the American as her
walked towards Suzzanne.
Squatting to one side of
her he spoke quietly “This is the home of the “Maribuntas”; he continued “they live
there” and he nodded towards the structure, Cortez told me all about
them. “They are not up yet it’s too early, too cold but as the sun
moves across the clearing it will hit their home and heat it up and then they
come out. Behind him Suzzanne could hear Ami protesting behind the gag. As Goldhill
turned to look Suzzanne could see the guard pouring a pale golden liquid over
Ami whilst others were clearly enjoying spreading it over the bound
girl’s body. Their hands ran over her breasts coating them with the fluid
whilst another massaged it with great pleasure into the folds of her sex and
between her buttocks his sticky fingers frequently revisiting her clitoris as
each stroke made her quiver and jerk. She continued to moan and squirm,
twisting from the unwanted attention of their hands as they continued to coat
her. “That’s the local version of maple syrup” continued
Goldhill “the “Maribuntas”,
love it, neat sugar”. Reaching down he hovered his hand over the ground
for a moment before quickly picking something up. “Here’s
one” he said “a scout” and he held something in front of her
face. Between his thumb and index finger a red brown creature struggled and
Suzzanne could see it was an ant, a large ant, large enough that she could see
its antennae waving and its viciously curved pincers opening and closing as it
fought to escape. She recoiled, he was preparing to feed them to a nest of
flesh eating ants and she shook her head and moaned “mmoo , mmoo”
from behind the tape. He moved the ant closer to her nipple, the curved black
pincers opening and closing wickedly, she twisted and struggled as he continued
to tease her
He smiled “Oh yes,
the syrup will help them to find you and once one finds you she sends back a
message for more and more to come, they will eat you both alive, Slowly ,very
very slowly” and he smiled his cold smile again and he slowly crushed the
ant between his fingers before dropping its broken body. He turned back to look
at Ami, she lay bound firmly to the trunk her entire body glistening with its
coating of the sweet sticky syrup. “Prepared this one now” and he
grabbed Suzzanne’s arm pulling her to her feet. Two of the guards
advanced on her and began to drag her toward the trunks. She fought and kicked
out and Goldhill dodged back, “Hold her you fools” and the other
two guards grabbed a flailing leg each and she was lifted off the ground and
forced back onto the smooth trunk. She felt her arms freed of the shackles and
pulled down around the girth and tried to resist. Without warning one of the
guards stood bolt upright slapping his hand to his neck as it bitten by an
insect, he looked dazed and then dropped as if pole axed. A second man dropped
raising a thin cloud of dust and pandemonium began to prevail, the guards
shouting and ducking. Seeing her moment she rolled off the trunk keeping low,
Ami was struggling helplessly. Reaching into one of the fallen guards pockets
she found a knife and swiftly cut Ami’s bonds before pulling her onto the
ground. Yanking the tape from her mouth, “What is this shit”
exclaimed Ami’s looking at her sticky body which was rapidly becoming
coated with a thick layer of dust. “You don’t want to know”
said Suzzanne “We need to get out of here down to the river now”.
Shots were being fired wildly by the guards into the undergrowth and several of
the guards lay motionless on the ground. Looking around Suzzanne was sure she
saw small dark figures in the bushes at the edge of the clearing but they were
only fleeting glimpses and she had more pressing matters, their survival.
Pulling Ami by the wrist they moved off at a crouch heading for the path down
to the river and then boat. Fewer shots were being fired now and they broke
into a run Ami leading the way. Something buzzed past her ear and she saw a
small feather tipped dart lodge in Ami’s hair, she looked round and in the
uproar she could see small figures running into the clearing after them,
“faster Ami , run!” she urged. More darts whizzed by as the naked
women dodged down the path, the river edge was in sight now. Suzzanne heard
something whirring, humming behind her getting closer then she felt something hit her legs and
she couldn’t run and tripping she crashed down onto the path, Ami feeling
their hands pull apart began to turn but Suzzanne called, “No don’t
stop, get help go!”. Ami slowed for a moment and then sprinted for the
river bank. Looking down at her feet Suzzanne saw the hunting bolas that had
downed her wrapped around her legs and then a wave of small dark skinned men
running toward her, some of them ran past her and she turned to see Ami execute
a perfect dive into the river as the hunters continued to fire darts after her.
Without warning Suzzanne was struck across the back of the head before she was
buried under a wave of pygmy hunters.
She struggled lashing out but was quickly over powered by weight of
numbers, she could feel rough bindings being passed around her wrists, ankles
and legs and after a few minutes she could barely move as the last knots where
secured in the ropes that held her in a stringent hogtie. The pygmies had
gathered round their captive now poking her with the tips of their short spears
as she struggled, “Let me go, let me go now please, I mean you no
harm”. The hunters were about the size of a ten year old but there the
resemblance to a child ended, their barely clad bodies rippled with muscles and
their faces were painted with tribal markings, each wore animal skin loin cloth
and bone and tooth jewellery about their wrists, ankles and necks. Each carried
either a spear or a curved machete and as one of their throng shouted incomprehensible
sounding orders they used these to cut a length of branch about six feet long.
Working as a team they threaded the branch between Suzzanne’s bound
wrists and ankles before four of them hoisted the branch ends onto their
shoulders. Suzzanne groaned her full body weight now hanging through her
twisted limbs. They marched off in the direction of the clearing and she could
see all of the guards were dead their bodies piled in front of the ant hill.
Other hunters were sifting through the dead men’s equipment and
belongings. Heading back into the jungle Suzzanne bounced painfully under the
branch as they headed further and further from civilisation, from help, she
hoped to God Ami had dodged their blow darts and escaped.
After what seemed like an
eternity her bearers entered left the forest and entered their camp, all at
once the returning hunters were besieged by the villagers who ran to them
whooping and shouting. They eyed the captive white woman with interest as she
was carried into the centre of the camp and the branch placed between two
forked poles leaving her hanging like a side of beef between them. She wriggled
and twisted all her joints ached and her body was dripping with sweat,
“Please let me go, I’m not your enemy” she bemoaned. She was
surrounded now by dozens of munchkin sized women wearing shreds of animal skins
and naked children, their excitement was palpable it wasn’t long before
the bravest reached out and touched Suzzanne’s hair, she stroked it at
first then suddenly without warning grabbed a handful and pulled. Suzzanne
screamed as the woman’s hand withdrew taking with it a hank of brunette
hair. Then the furore started; suddenly she was being poked and prodded from
all directions. Dirty rough little fingers probed her mouth, nose and ears, her
breasts were being pulled, squeezed and pinched with particularly forceful
attention being paid to her nipples. Then she felt fingers exploring between
her legs spreading and pulling her pink lips apart, she tried to protest but
the fingers in her mouth and pulling her tongue prevented any coherent
response, squealing and twisting in her bonds she sort to prevent the final
indignity as she felt her buttocks being parted but it was no use as small
finger pushed through her ring and began to explore her insides. Then as
quickly as the assault had begun it ended and the crowd parted as a pygmy man,
slightly taller than the others and wearing a jaguar skin cloak across his
shoulders stepped through the crowd and stood before her. Suzzanne realising he
was the chief tried again to make herself understood “please I mean you
no harm”. The chief regarded her for a moment before he began speaking to
the crowd; although she could not understand him she watched his gestures and
body language. He made sweeping arm gestures towards the jungle and sky,
occasionally he pointed at Suzzanne, suddenly he held up a hide bag one side of
which was ominously stained dark. The bag looked heavy as he swung it before
upending the contents on the ground with a flourish. Suzzanne gasped and
recoiled, it was Goldhill’s severed head. As the head rolled to a
standstill in the dust she could see the glazed milky eyes and the opened mouth
look of surprise on the face. As
much as she hated Goldhill this was not the outcome she had hoped for, was she
going to end up the same way?
She did not have long to
wait to find out as one of the hunters stepped forward and slashed the ropes
holding her bound to the branch, No sooner had she crashed to the ground than
the old women descended on her swiftly rebinding her wrists and ankles behind
her before carrying her away towards the river running beside the village.
“Please, stop, where
are you taking me” she pleaded, she had no idea of their plans for her
but the sight of Goldhill’s decapitated head chilled her blood. Arriving
at the bank the woman dropped her and began tugging something from the swiftly
running water. Gradually they pulled a rectangular wooden cage from the water
which sat dripping on the bank waiting for its victim. The cage was lying on
its side and one of the women opened the top whilst the others pushed and
guided the struggling agent inside. Once they were confident she was safely
inside they lifted it into an upright position making it impossible for
Suzzanne to wriggle out. With her ankles crossed and bound beneath her and her
wrists tied behind her back she was helpless. She was then grabbed by her hair
and a firm hand under her jaw. The cage lid was made of two pieces hinged on either
side, each half of the lid had a semi-circular cut-out and it quickly became
apparent why as the two halves of the lid where brought together closing around
her neck, the cut-outs forming a hole in the lid through which her head
protruded. “ nnnnnNNNngggaaarr, don’t” she groaned as the women
fixed the lid closed by passing thin rods through rope loops on either side.
Suzzanne wriggled and twisted, she was compelled to kneel by the size of the
cage and the way she as tied but the head restraint meant she was forced to
kneel up and keep her back straight. The women then began to manhandle the cage
back towards the river. Fearing another ducking session Suzzanne cried out
“Please, not again, please let me go I beg you”. Her pleas falling on uncomprehending
ears the cage was toppled into the water with a splash and Suzzanne sucked in a
mighty breathe before she went under, expecting the worst. To her surprise the
cage was instantly pulled to the surface and the women secured it to stakes
driven into the bank. Spluttering and shaking the water from her face Suzzanne
found she was submerged in the cage up to her neck but no deeper as the fast
flowing river bumped the cage gently against the bank and as she looked around
she noted several other similar empty cages tied on either side of her. She still
had no idea of their plan for her, uncomfortable as it was she could tolerate
this for some considerable time, the water was not cold and if she utilised her
relaxation techniques she could force the discomfort from her mind. However
this was not to be, the women returned with a large pitcher and a funnel and
kneeling on the bank one of the women grabbed Suzzanne’s hair yanking her
head back, “OOOOWWWWMMMmmmphh” he yell immediately stifled by the
forcing of the funnel into her mouth, she tried to twist her head away but the
woman’s grip was iron strong and then she began to feel her mouth fill
with liquid as the other woman began to fill the funnel from the pitcher. She
gagged for a moment and prevented herself swallowing, but the other woman just
began to firmly massage her extended throat in a downwards manner and Suzzanne
found herself unable to resist swallowing as she gulped instinctively.
“Gggaarr- mmmpph- aaargggg” she choked as the women continued to
pour the liquid. It was sweet but had a bitter aftertaste as the woman withdrew
the funnel and Suzzanne spat out the remainder, swilling her mouth with river
water as the woman released her head. The two women stood looking down at their
captive chattering to each other before leaving her alone. Even more confused
Suzzanne was not sure if they fed or poisoned her as the liquid was burning
slightly in her stomach. She had to escape and she began twisting her wrists
seeing if the water made the ropes stretch, all she needed was a little give.
After fifteen minutes the ropes wet or not still held her firmly but she was
feeling decidedly queasy, perhaps they had poisoned her. Inside she could feel
her guts bubbling and gurgling, and spasms of pain began pass across her tummy.
Gradually the frequency of the spasm increased, her tummy felt bloated and the
desire to open her bowels increasingly urgent. She held on clenching clenching but the
pressure and pain were becoming difficult to bear until she just had not alternative
other than to let go. She let out a huge sigh as her bowels emptied, the
gaseous content bubbling up behind her. She felt ashamed, more so when she
realised one of the women was watching, chuckling to herself, “Go
away” she yelled her cheeks burning pink. Still she thought as the pain
and desire subsided at least the swiftly moving water carried away her effluent
rinsing her clean. But there was to be no respite, within a few minutes the
pain and spasms returned as she was forced to relive herself again and again
over the next few hours until as last nothing passed and the discomfort finally
did diminish. She had realised quite quickly the substance the women had forced
into her was the cause but whatever these pygmies had planned it was still a
mystery. Up in the village she could hear noise and commotion but the bank
blocked any view, the women had stopped coming to view her now and she settled
down to trying her bonds, if only she could get one hand free, she could be out
of the cage and away before they even noticed.
Without warning several of
the pygmy women appeared on the bank above their captive and chattering away
began to haul the cage out of the water. Quickly they tipped the cage onto its
side and freeing Suzzanne’s neck pulled the drenched agent out onto the
grass. Cutting the cords which secured her ankles they immediately bent one
foot up and secured it to her effectively hobbling her, then pulling her upright they began to drag her hopping
back towards the village, all the time the little old women surrounded her
prodding, pinching and slapping her buttocks to make her move faster. Pushing
her inside one of the larger huts she was forced down onto a hide which was
stretched out on the floor. Rolling her onto her back one of the women slipped
a coarse thin braided noose over her head, pulling it tight about her neck
before securing it to a large wooden peg driven in the ground at the top of the
hide. Suzzanne struggled as the noose tightened but before she could do
anything a similar noose was looped over her free ankle and tied off to another
peg at the foot of the hide, all she could do now was roll from side to side
under the increasingly excited gaze of the pygmy women.
An old pygmy woman looking
as if she was made of stained leather knelt beside the tethered agent and spoke
softly to her. Suzzanne looked back at her unable to understand, “Please
let me go” she said “I mean you no harm”. The old woman
continued to murmur on whilst she began to gently knead Suzzanne’s thighs
and calves. Her sharp thin fingers pinched and squeezed Suzzanne’s firm
limbs as she slowly moved her exploration up Suzzanne’s body kneading her
buttocks and tummy before squeezing and plumping her big breasts. The noises
she was making sound appreciative thought Suzzanne. Then she turned to the
crowd leaning in and said something which galvanised them into action. Four
women dropped to either side of Suzzanne and centred her on her back on the
hide. Another bent forward and began to massage a creamy substance into
Suzzanne’s neat triangle of hair “Hey what are doing?”
protested Suzzanne. She soon found out, the old woman appearing over her legs
holding a small flat blade and with immense dexterity and care began to shave
Suzzanne’s mound of its tiny down triangle. Suzzanne kept deadly still,
the woman was shaving freehand with what was obviously a very sharp blade.
After a few deft strokes the woman muttered something and ripples of clucks ran
around the throng as they admired Suzzanne’s schoolgirl bare sex. Briskly
wiping away any creamy residue the four woman dipped their hands into bowls of
straw coloured oil and began to massage it into Suzzanne’s skin
“hey stop that, please stop now” she remonstrated, but the women
ignored her, smearing the silky warm oil over her thighs, arms, tummy, buttocks
and breasts their aim clearly to cover her from head to foot in the oil which
she could now smell was slightly aromatic. “oooooooohHHHH” she
cried, her eyes opening wide as one of the tiny hands slid between the cheeks
of her buttocks and around her anus, another hand slid its slippery fingers
between the lips of her pussy and the oil mingled with her own contribution and
she moaned “mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”. More hands joined in sliding over her
shining curves working the oil up her neck and into her hair; fingers gently
spread the liquid around her face coating her entire body. He tongue darted out
and licked some of the oil coating her lips, it was sweet and delicately
scented, with what she had no idea. The perfume filled her nostrils and slowly
she began to writhe in obvious pleasure under the touch of many tiny brown
hands. As her hair became soaked two of the women slicked it back from her face
and looped it into a bun which they secured with cords. Suzzanne became aware that the women
were rolling her onto her tummy but the hands continued their task and
unconsciously she began to enjoy the feeling of many hands kneading her oily
bottom. Gently almost trying not to disturb the rapturous agent they cut the
cords securing her arms. Unseen to Suzzanne a strong straight branch was being
moved into position behind her. The branch, stripped of its bark and blackened
and stained was lowered carefully into place behind her, at intervals along its
length short thick rods of the same wood had been fixed through like dowels
giving the device a ladder like appearance.
Carefully placing one of
the cross members to rest across her shoulders they slowly lifted her arms so
that another dowel passed under her elbows and another level with her wrists,
all the time continuing to massage her. Before she had a chance to realise what
they were doing loops of braided rope had been looped around her elbows and
wrists locking her arms to the armature. She struggled, “Hey no”
but it was too late, further ropes had locked her knees and ankles to lower
dowels spreading her legs slightly and freeing her neck from the noose they
looped more cords around her shoulders and hips binding her securely to the
frame. Suzzanne struggled but despite her oily coating the ropes held firm as
they lifted the branch upright. She was bound tightly along the length of the
branch her arms slightly away from her body and her legs spread about a foot
apart. Chanting the woman hoisted the frame onto their shoulders and carried
her outside where her appearance was greeted with whoops and shouts from the
tribe. As they carried her through the camp she twisted her head to see where
they were taking her and what greeted her made her scream and struggle.
“NO NO PLEASE NO” she screamed twisting in her bonds. In the centre of the camp lay an open
pit filled with glowing embers, the air above shimmered with the heat haze and
thin wisps of hot white smoke curled quickly upwards. The preparation, the
washing and purging and the oiling, they were preparing her to roast! As the excited tribe members chanted the
women lifted Suzzanne over the fire pit dropping either end of the branch into
“Y” shaped posts which supported the hapless agent over the pit.
Suzzanne twisted and struggled as she felt the increasing heat against her skin
making her scream and squeeze her eyes tight shut. Slowly she realised she was
moving rotating and the heat moved across her pinioned arms, buttocks and backs
of her thighs. As her skin warmed the oil thinned and dripped from her skin
sizzling as it hit the coals, sending up puffs of smoke. Then she was facing
the coals again as the women slowly turned her like a hog on a spit. The heat was intense on her naked skin
despite the oil and her nipples felt like they were literally on fire.
“STOP STOP YOU’RE BURNING ME” she cried futilely. As the
women slowly rotated her other women began to baste her with more aromatic
oil. The tribe members continued to
chant and began to dance as the stricken agent twisted and wriggled her tanned
skin reddening in the heat, soon she would begin to blister, she could already
feel the fine hairs on her skin singeing and she could smell the burning of
hair “HELP ME , SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!” she screamed.
Without warning the head
of the one of the women basting her exploded silently in a pink mist spattering
across Suzzanne’s hot skin, then a warrior dropped forward into the pit
sizzling as he hit the coals, then bedlam, the pygmies began screaming and
running and Suzzanne could hear automatic weapons fire as more of the small
brown bodies crumpled to the dust. She had stopped rotating and was hanging
face down over the searing pit, “Oh Fuck” she bemoaned to herself
as the smell of the burning pygmy curled around her, in a moment she would be
burning too. Then she felt herself
being lifted, up and away from the choking heat and laid to rest on the ground,
“Get me some water” said a familiar voice “and cut her
free”. Suzzanne felt the ropes binding her go loose and then water
splashed gently over her glowing face. Opening her eyes she saw Ami, dressed in
camouflage shorts and T shirt.
Around the camp she could see armed soldiers chasing off the rest of the
pygmies. “Ami, Christ am I glad to see you, I didn’t know if you
had managed to escape?”
“Varsity Swim
Captain 2007” laughed Ami, “The current carried me downstream and I
got help in the nearest town, they have a small army base and once I’d
described the pygmies they knew exactly where you would be and what they would
be doing with you!”
Suzzanne pulled herself
free of the ropes, she was still naked and covered in oil and she could see
several of the soldiers give a double take as they ran by as Ami pulled out a
camouflage poncho from her pack and wrapped it around her. An officer appeared
beside the two women, “Senorita Midsummer I presume?” he spoke with
a heavy Latin accent, “seems we arrived just in time, these little
bastards are normally well behaved but if they think they can get away with it!
We lose one or two outsiders a year, we know what has happened but we can never
find any trace, if your friend hadn’t got to us as quickly as she did you
would have been lunch, supper and breakfast!” and he laughed, thrusting
his thumbs into his pistol belt.
“Yes, thank you
Captain” replied Suzzanne not really seeing the humour of the situation.
She turned to Ami, “What about the Cortez’s?
“Captain Hiraldo has
sent a contingent of his men to round them up and destroy their jungle
compound, I’ve informed our field office, they know we are OK, but
there’s no sign of Goldhill looks like he escaped… again.”
“Not quite”
replied Suzzanne as she fastened the poncho around her, “Look” and
she pointed towards the chief’s hut, impaled on a spiked post
Goldhill’s severed head stared back at the world from shrivelled milky
orbs, “they got him in the clearing poor bastard”.
“Poor
bastard?” exclaimed Ami, “after what he had planned for us!”
Suddenly the camp filled
with swirling dust and noise as an Army Helicopter dropped into the clearing
raising a cloud of bright glowing embers from the fire pit.
“Well he’s our
ride Suzz” said Ami as the noise and dust subsided, “Thank you
Captain for all your help, I’ll be sure to make your Government is aware
of the part you played” and Captain Hiraldo stiffened and saluted smartly,
“Goodbye Miss Gibbs ,Miss Midsummer, safe journey” and he clicked
his heels and bowed to wards them.
As they turned towards the
Helo, Suzzanne looked at her greasy dust crusted skin, “Jeez Ami I must
look a sight and I stink, God do I need a shower”.
Ami laughed “No
worries, the Field Office has booked us into Le Grande
Hotel, now let’s get out of here” he voice increasingly drowned out
by the rising whine of the Helo’s turbines.
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Adventures of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer 1
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AGENT BURNED
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Continuing of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer 3