Jenny and the Trick Cyclist - Part Three.

 

By Brummie

 

 

Chapter Three - A most unusual medical procedure.

 

 

Special Agent Jenny Richards stood outside the plain office door of psychiatrist Dr. Veronika Laska her brow furrowed deep in thought. This was relative as when it came to deep thinking Jenny was definitely at the shallow end of the pool. She was at a loss as to just why she was seeing the doctor. Admittedly she had promised to help 'cure' Jenny of her almost constant sexual palavers and predicaments but so far all she'd done was listen while Jenny related some of her most embarrassing escapades and failures. The butterflies in her stomach burst forth once more as she wondered what uncomfortable misadventures today's session would bring out. With a sigh of resignation she opened the door.

 

Dr. Laska looked up as the girl entered. This had become one of the highlights at the start of her recent days as she saw the blond agent for the first time. She still marvelled at how a woman could have such a face and body and still not realise just what effect it had on the men and women she met. This morning was no different. Laska's stomach tightened with barely suppressed excitement as the vision of loveliness strode towards her. Jenny's long blond hair flowed down over her shoulders framing her supermodel elfin face with her large blue eyes, high cheek bones and full sensual mouth. The dress she was wearing left her arms bare and cinched in to her narrow waist before fanning out over her broad hips. But as usual all eyes on the blond would inevitably be drawn to her magnificent twin bouncing breasts which some might mistake for buoyancy aids. They seemed to have a life of their own as each step the agent took set up a new trembling oscillation in the soft pink flesh which anyone could watch mesmerised as she was wearing her usual low cut dress revealing a generous amount of cleavage. She really didn't comprehend that her generous display of quivering tit flesh could turn even the most confident of men into tongue tied gibbering wrecks.

 

After the usual pleasantries Jenny lay back on the couch and Dr. Laska seated herself and took out a manilla case folder.

 

'I understand you were once given the task of uncovering a wanted criminal' began Laska.

 

'Err ... you'll have to be more specific' prevaricated Jenny.

 

'I'm referring to the Witherspoon case.'

 

'Oh ... that one' murmured Jenny realising her worst fears were rapidly being realised.

 

'Tell me about it.'

 

'What would you like to know?' asked Jenny desperately hoping to get away with giving the minimum details of the sorry events of the case.'

 

Her hopes were dashed as Laska replied 'Why don't you start at the beginning.' 

 

Jenny swallowed nervously then her with her voice quaking slightly began her story.'

 

 

 

 

The house was enormous. Easily eight bedrooms, four reception rooms, library, dining room, servants quarters and an unused stable out the back. The occupants consisted of the patriarch of the family Joseph Witherspoon, seventy-five years old, now confined to his bed or wheelchair, his daughter Lola, mid forties, an unmarried mother to Velma, twenty years old. The family used to be wealthy, very wealthy but now their reduced circumstances had meant they only retained the services of a butler, Stimkins and a general handy-man, more boy really at seventeen years old in Billy Treadwell.

 

Joseph's recent illness had resulted in the family advertising for a live-in carer and Jenny was provided with impeccable references by MI6 henceforth known as 'The Firm'. Much to her relief the interview had been really easy. At the first sight of her Lola who had initially looked like a very tough cookie had mellowed and almost offered her the job on the spot. This may have had something to do with the ridiculously short skirt the firm had given Jenny to wear which displayed her superbly athletic legs to their full extent. It was so short that she was pretty sure she'd inadvertently flashed her knickers at Lola a couple of times as she sat down and crossed her legs.

 

'Well Jenny' Lola said 'as far as I'm concerned you fit the bill perfectly but I don't have the final say. You'll have to meet father. If he agrees then you can start immediately. Jenny nodded and followed Lola out of the room. Just as they were crossing the hallway a door crashed open and a young lad emerged carrying a bucket.

 

Lola spotted him and introduced him to Jenny. 'This is Billy, Billy Treadwell. He's a cheeky young whipper snapper aren't you Billy?'

 

'Who me miss. Na. I'm just your average loveable chap' and he gave Jenny a beaming smile.

 

The blond smiled back enamoured by this young teen who no doubt thought of himself as a bit of a rogue, a bit of a jack-the-lad. He was only five-foot two and stick thin but a had a shock of sandy brown hair and quick flashing eyes.

 

His smile was infectious and widened even more as he surveyed the new blond. He might have been young but he could appreciate the staggering beauty of the woman in front of him. She seemed to have curves that made other women look like ironing boards.

 

'Get on Billy' instructed Lola.

 

The young lad tugged his forelock insolently then watched the two women turn and walk towards the imposing curved staircase. His smile almost split his face in half as Jenny climbed upward. The already short skirt became even shorter as it rode up her athletic thighs. Behind her Billy stared mesmerised at her long muscular legs and 'Oh my God' her revealed tiny white knickers that covered her plump butt. 'Fuck a duck' he thought 'what a babe.'

 

As an agent in MI6 Jenny had been instructed to apply for the job because it was suspected that someone in the household was a wanted former member of the Stazi, the East German Secret Police. Many heinous crimes had been committed by the State during the years Germany was split and some of the worst by a Colonel Von Stamper. They hadn't been able with simple surveillance to discover who Stamper was so the decision had been taken to infiltrate the household. The carer job had been a convenient opportunity and Jenny had been selected for what on the face of it seemed to be a simple and non-hazardous assignment. The problem she had was that there were no pictures of Von Stamper not even a description. Worse than that no one could even say if Von Stamper was male or female so secretive had been his or her cover. In fact the character may not even exist. It may have been an amalgam of various people to build up a mystical figure of terror.

 

Lola knocked on the large oak bedroom door and pushed it open. 'Father' she called out to the figure in the bed who appeared to have fallen asleep. He jerked awake murmuring to himself 'wha ... wha ... what is it?'

 

'This is Jenny father' she said introducing the young blond.

 

Old rheum filled eyes swung round and slowly focused on the new figure. As the old man realised what he was looking at he gradually seemed to grow more alert. 'Prop me up will ya' requested.

 

Jenny who was nearest and wished to make a good impression leaned over the bed and puffed up his pillow and then leant it against the head board. As she did this her tits were within a couple of inches of the old man's face and the action of fluffing set both soft pink mounds to rippling and swaying. 'That's the way my dear' croaked the old man staring wide eyed at the display of quivering flesh right in his face. 'Just a little more plumping if you please. Yes that's it, plump, plump, plump.'

 

Jenny was only to eager to comply until she realised the old man's hand was resting on her nylon clad thigh.

 

'Thank you my dear. Now help me to sit up.'

 

It was just at this point that the old man gave out a rasping splutter and slumped as if unconscious although his body appeared to be shuddering as if he was having a fit. 'Quick' shrieked Lola 'his pills on the bedside table over there.'

 

Jenny spotted the pill bottle and in a panic reached out for it ... just as her feet slipped. With a cry the buxom blond fell forwards and effectively buried Joseph's head in her bosom. She struggled to rise but somehow the old man had wrapped his arms round her torso and was holding her down. The effect of this was that Jenny only succeeded in rubbing her soft breasts all over the old man's upturned face.

 

From behind Lola stood transfixed. Jenny's short dress had ridden up to her waist. This meant that not only were all of her mile long athletic legs and thighs exposed but so were her tiny white panties and her cotton clad butt. Lola had caught a couple of glimpses of white underwear during the interview but now Jenny was flashing her entire bottom half as she struggled on the bed. Instead of helping her Lola stared with hot eyes at the exposed lower body of the struggling blond. Jenny's long legs were a beautiful soft caramel colour all the way to the top and with no tan lines showing as she usually sunbathed in the tiniest of bikinis. Slowly the woman's eye travelled upwards to the stretched white cotton panties that encased one of the most enticing butts she'd ever seen. Twin spheres of plump flesh seemed to move like they were on oiled springs. Suddenly Jenny's thighs spread as she braced herself for one big effort to free herself from the grip of the old man. Lola held her breath and watched as the cotton strained across it's hidden prize. Oh for a sudden weakness in the stitching. In her lascivious minds eye she imagined the gusset exploding asunder to display the pinkest flower like womanhood beneath.

 

Eventually the blond agent managed to extricate herself from the old man's grasp and stand up. Flushed and flustered she quickly pulled her dress down over her exposed panties. 'I'm so sorry' she blustered 'are you O.K. Mr. Witherspoon?'

 

'Never better' exclaimed the old man now awake and seemingly lively once again. I'm feeling better than I have for a long time thanks to you. You're hired my dear. I don't know what you did but I want you to do it again. It did me the world of good and I feel years younger. So as long as you keep it up you can stay.'

 

Lola had seized the pill bottle and looked down at it sadly. 'Damn it's empty' she said but she beamed at Jenny 'still while we've got you to keep Dad ... err ... stimulated we don't need them.'

 

Jenny nodded a little uncertainly.

 

'Lets go and finalise your employment conditions' said Lola and she ushered the still blushing Jenny out of the old man's bedroom.

 

The two women sat drinking tea at the dining room table as Lola confirmed what Jenny's duties would be. 'You are to act as carer to my father during the day. Getting him up and washed and dressed in the morning, Billy will help when needed, tending to his needs during the day, feeding and watering and so forth and seeing him settled at night. We'll provide you with a uniform by the way so there's no need to bring your own. As to medical treatment the Doctor calls once a week and we'll get some more pills next time he comes. But until then you will be required to ... err ... stimulate my father. I could say when required but I think it would be better if you did it in the morning, sort of kick start his day and again last thing to put him to bed in a good frame of mind. Of course if he has any sort of relapse between those times you would be required to help. Is that satisfactory to you?'

 

Jenny was well chuffed. She'd got the job and successfully infiltrated the household and all she had to do was give the old man a hug twice a day. 'Yes. Thank you' she replied.

 

 

 

The next day the snow lay thinly over the ground having fallen fitfully overnight and her breath came out of her mouth in white misty clouds into the freezing air. Jenny knocked on the huge old front door. Slowly on vast iron hinges it creaked open to reveal Stimkins the butler. Tall and cadaverous with a dead-pan face he motioned ponderously for her to enter. As she passed him Jenny could have sworn he sniffed as if in disapproval of the new young employee but she remained silent. It wouldn't do to start a fuss this early in her mission.

 

In a deep dark voice that seemed to emanate from an open grave the butler said 'The mistress has instructed that on your arrival you are to attend her in her boudoir. Follow me.' Jenny immediately thought of 'Lurch' from the Adams family TV show.

 

Slowly the mismatched pair ascended the main staircase and stopped before the first door. Deferentially Stimkins knocked and on hearing the instruction 'Enter' pushed the door open, announced Jenny and ushered her inside. The young blond slipped past the butler and he closed the door behind her.

 

Jenny peered around the room partly as it was her mission to take note of the inside of the house and partly out of curiosity. The room was an old world classic boudoir. Chintz drapes, flock wallpaper, heavy thickly piled pink carpet and a four poster bed that could have slept a regiment. The thick scent of flowers and Estee Lauder perfume completed the effect. Then once more she saw Lola Witherspoon. The woman was tall and buxom, about forty-five years old with permed black hair. She spoke very succinctly with an upper class accent although Jenny seemed to remember that it had slipped into broad Manchester when her father had relapsed the previous day. She'd once been a beauty Jenny thought but now would be described as handsome. Her make-up was slightly too thickly applied and her lip-stick too bright but it may just have been compensating in response to an older woman meeting a fresh faced young one.

 

'Are my dear. Come in, come in. I'm so pleased you made it through the snow. Please let me take your coat.'

 

Jenny shrugged her thick warming overcoat from her shoulders and Lola laid it across the back of a chair then she looked at the blond once more. Inside her stomach contracted. Jenny was just as beautiful as she remembered her. Today she's worn a simple narrow black dress that came down to just below her knees. As usual she was immune to the effect this would have on other people. The material followed the contours of her figure emphasising every curve and peak and valley of her athletic young body so her narrow waist only looked smaller because of the overhanging cantaloupes on her chest and her wide muscular hips.

 

Lola swallowed her growing lust for the young flesh and coughed. 'Ahem. Well lets get you changed into your uniform and I'll take you round to see Father.'

 

Jenny took the offered box and opened it in the adjoining dressing room. It was mostly white. White stockings, white suspender belt, white bra, white panties and a white tunic with a red belt, red trimmings and two strategically placed red crosses. She was a little surprised to see underwear included but there wasn't much she could do about it so she began to disrobe.

 

The stockings were beautifully sheer and Jenny felt a thrill as she slowly drew them up her long legs. The suspender belt clipped round her waist and she bent forwards to attach the clips to the stocking tops. The white lines formed a perfect frame for her naked hairless pussy. Holding them up Jenny studied the panties. Other than an opaque gusset all the rest of the material was semi transparent and there wasn't much of that. Tugging them up they sat snugly round her hips and hugged her pussy in a very friendly grasp.

 

Next came the bra. She clipped the back together slipped her arms through the straps and shrugged it into place. There followed what can only be called a desperate fight to the death as Jenny struggled to manipulate her tits into the tiny cups. Eventually she had to admit she'd done the best she could given the laws of physics. You can only get half of a quart in to a pint pot. The white bra held the base of each of her mounds but the rest was forced upwards and together in a monumental cleavage.

 

The dress felt funny. It seemed to be absolutely tiny far to small for her frame until she realised it was made of a soft elasticated material. Gathering it up she slipped the dress over her head then wriggled it down and down over her body until it reached it's limit. Unfortunately that limit was level with her stocking tops so the slightest movement made it ride up revealing a sliver of flesh above the nylon. At the top the neck clipped together around her throat. This would have been fine had it not been for the heart shaped cut-out that exposed the entire tops of her bulging breasts.

 

Turning Jenny stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Not only were half of her breasts on display but the elasticated dress was literally moulded to to her body. Every nook, cranny, peak and valley was obvious. You could even see every muscle moving beneath her skin as she turned to check out her butt. 

 

She sighed. What could she do. Tell Lola that the dress was inappropriate. Her mission would be over before it had begun.

 

The blond British agent steeled herself and stepped out of the bathroom. Lola froze at the vision before her. Never had she seen a more erotic looking nurse. 'Good God' she thought 'she could raise the dead in that get-up.'

 

Rousing herself Lola said 'Well my dear I hope you're comfortable. We had to estimate your measurements of course but it looks like we got them mostly right. What do you say?'

 

'Err ... ' Jenny hesitated. What could she say? 'Yes it's fine I suppose. Err ... thank you. Shall we go.'

 

Lola urged Jenny out of the bedroom before her which gave her ample, a very appropriate word, opportunity to check out the blonds butt. Her twin cheeks undulated a like pair of bouncing water balloons gripped as they were in the tight embrace of the elastic dress. Lola could feel her loins tingling at the sight. In her imagination her hand was resting on the blonds ass feeling the movement of the soft globes as she walked.

 

Lola knocked then ushered Jenny into Mr. Witherspoon's bedroom. As before the old man lay back in the bed only this time he was listening to the morning news on the radio. On seeing them he switched it off then turned to look at the two women.

 

Jenny thought 'Well just a quick hug for the old man then I can get on with investigating the house.' Of course had she seen the look in the old man's eyes she might have had second thoughts.

 

The young blond sat on the side of the bed. 'How are you feeling Mr. Witherspoon?'

 

The old man, playing his part to the full groaned as if in discomfort.

 

'Let me see if I can help' said Jenny innocently. Leaning forward she pulled the patient up by his shoulders and hugged his frail body to hers pressing his head into her bosom. All seemed well until she detected a slight pressure on her thigh and she realised his hand was resting on her nylon clad leg. 'No harm in that' she thought smiling 'give him a bit of a thrill. It's probably been a while'. Until, that is, the hand began to move slowly stroking her thigh. She maintained the position now a little uncertain until the hand began to move higher to her stocking top. Using one hand Jenny released the old man and moved to grip his wandering hand but just as she did this she felt a distinct movement in her bosom. His mouth that had been close to her skin had opened wide and he was kissing the top of her exposed tit.

 

Jenny's hand returned to push his head away only for her to feel his hand on her leg move onto her naked flesh above her stockings. Torn between the two assaults she hesitated. Old man Witherspoon's hand slid under the blonds panties leg and closed over one of her soft round butt cheeks.

 

'Everything O.K. there' asked Lola.

 

Jenny wriggled as the long thin sinewy fingers gripped her butt massaging the soft flesh.

 

'Erm ... yes ... ooh gosh ... yes thanks' she gasped. What was she to do? Tell the woman employing her that her father was sexually molesting her. She gripped the marauding wrist but the old man was stronger than he looked and she couldn't dislodge his mauling digits then she felt the tell tail sucking feeling of his lips on her tit. Slowly he began to swing his head from side to side. Each movement dislodged more and more of her pillowy tit flesh from it's inadequate holder until suddenly her nipple popped out. He was on it like a terrier on a rat. With her back turned to Lola she couldn't see what her father was doing. If she had she'd have seen Jenny's nipple being sucked and nipped by his lips and teeth until it turned an angry red and erected to it's full length.

 

The young blond could feel the erotic sensations shooting through her breast. God why were her tits so sensitive. The slightest touch seemed to start her motor running and the old man's mouth was driving her nuts. He knew just what he was doing. Many years of experience gave him the knowledge of how to turn a woman on and he worked hard on the magnificent tit of the buxom young nurse.

 

Jenny was trapped between the molesting hand and sucking mouth. If she released his wrist there was no telling what crevice the hand would delve into. Those long stringy fingers could cause all sorts of mayhem in her nether regions. For some unknown reason she suddenly thought 'I wonder what's the oldest finger that's been in my pussy.' She almost laughed out loud until his teeth bit down on her nipple again gnawing on the rubbery tip and the laugh turned into a tormented moan.  

 

'O.K. Father' said Lola 'that should keep you going for now.'

 

Much to Jenny's relief the old man gave her tit one last long suck then he reluctantly released her breast and took his hand off her ass but as she stuffed her abused breast back into it's bra cup he whispered 'Until tonight nurse. As long as you want to keep your job that is.'

 

There came another knock on the door and Billy entered. He would get the old man up and dressed and in to his wheel chair. As soon as the young lad saw Jenny his eyes metaphorically shot out on stalks. He'd never seen so much flesh on display outside of a magazine. The elasticated dress had ridden right up and at least a couple of inches of thigh was visible above Jenny's stocking tops and her tits were still bulging out of the heart shaped cut out.

 

Jenny quickly exited with Lola and descended to the kitchen to prepare the breakfast. She pottered about pouring cereal and making a pot of tea when she dropped a spoon. Just as she bent to pick it up Billy entered. The sight that greeted him would stay with him for the rest of his life. His gaze started at her ankles and flowed up long softly tanned athletic limbs carves and thighs stretched by the straight legged stance of the young blond then at the top the dress had ridden all the way up over her rump exposing her well rounded butt cheeks encased in translucent lace and the tightly stretched gusset between them.

 

He stared transfixed by the blonds nether regions until she stood up. He coughed and Jenny whirled round giving him an uninterrupted view of the front of her legs and panties. Embarrassed she wriggled the dress down to cover her loins while he just smiled broadly at her discomfort. 

 

'Wow Jenny. You sure that uniform is regulation. You go flashing the old man and you'll give the poor bugger a heart attack.'

 

Jenny thought about what had happened earlier and sincerely doubted if it would. 'Oh hell Billy. His breakfast's ready. You can take it to him if you like.'

 

'No thanks. Not part of my duties. I've got work to do. Here let me hold the door for you.'

 

Jenny picked up the breakfast tray and carried it toward the dining room. Suddenly she felt a hand on her ass but with her hands full of the tray she was powerless to remove it. 'Billy! Get off you little swine' she exclaimed.

 

'Only if you promise to let me take you out on a date one night.'

 

'No you're far to young for me. Now remove your hand from my plump curvaceous buttock or so help me the next chance I get I'll wring your scrawny neck.'

 

With a sigh and a final squeeze Billy released her butt and Jenny tottered off to deliver the tray although he did note she had a slight smile on her face.

 

In the dining room old man Witherspoon smiled as the young blond gave him his breakfast while carefully staying out of arms reach. For the rest of the day Jenny did her job, turning up the fire, fluffing his pillow, retrieving his blanket every-time he dropped it. After a while she did start to think he dropped an awful lot of things from pens to cutlery. Each time she bent down to retrieve the item she would find him with a broad smile on his face. Once the TV remote disappeared under the sofa and she spent a good time on her hands and knees searching for it. When at last her fingers detected the plastic buttons she stood to find him swiftly adjusting his blanket to cover his lap.

 

Finally the time arrived for his bedtime. Stimkins this time got the old man washed, undressed and into bed. Jenny stood aside as the butler left this time giving her a distinctly haughty look of contempt down his not inconsiderable nose. The old man lay in bed smirking as she approached.

 

As sternly as she could Jenny said 'Now listen Mr. Witherspoon you just behave yourself. No funny business this time. Do you understand?' She was acutely aware that Lola hadn't accompanied her and it was just her and the old man.

 

He gave her his best look of injured innocence then replied 'I don't think Lola would take it very kindly if I told her you'd refused your very simple brand of medical help to her ailing father do you? In fact I think she'd sack your shapely ass tout sweet. What do you think. Hmmmm.'

 

Jenny stared at him nonplussed. What he said was probably true and she'd have blown her assignment The Firm wouldn't be pleased especially as they'd gone to all the trouble to get her in to the house in the first place.

 

The old man could read it in her face. The sick realisation that he'd got her over a barrel. She stared defiantly at him as she moved to sit on the side of the bed fully expecting his wandering hands to roam all over her body once more.

 

She stopped as he held up his hand. 'Whoa girl' he said 'change of plan. First get your tits out.'

 

'What!' she exclaimed.

 

'You heard girly. Pop the girls out. Give 'em some fresh air.'

 

The young blond could only stare aghast at him as he demanded she expose her boobs. Then realising she had little choice and muttering under her breath she gripped her bra and with the other hand scooped out her left boob. The old man's eyes shone as Jenny flipped her other tit out so both breasts were hanging through the nurse uniforms heart shaped cut out.

 

Trembling with indignation she stood letting him stare at her exposed mammoth tits being squeezed together by the elasticated dress. Suddenly things took an even greater turn for the worse. 'Now drop the knickers' he demanded.

 

'What. Now look here this has gone to far' she cried.

 

'Shut it girly and do as you're told' he barked in a hard voice showing the steel that had built the family fortune.

 

She tried to object but he stuck to his guns and demanded she lower her lacy panties.

 

With a snort of disgust Jenny lifted the sides of the nurses uniform and hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties.

 

Suddenly the old man held up his hand to stop her then slowly circled his finger in the air indicating she should turn around to face away from him. Her hard stare bounced off his disdain as slowly she did as he wanted.

 

He'd watched her bend to pick up six or seven objects he'd deliberately thrown on the floor during the day so knew what was about to happen. Slowly her thumbs pulled down. As the lacy garment passed the top of her thighs her body began to bend forwards. The lower the panties got the more she bent until with them around her carves her naked pussy peaked out between the tops of her thighs.

 

Angrily she threw her knickers onto a chair and turning round pulled her dress down to cover her exposed pussy.

 

'Now climb on to the bed and straddle my legs' he ordered.

 

Silently the blond grudgingly did as he wanted.

 

'Place your hands on the head board.'

 

Jenny's face flushed as she realised what was going to happen but as he had the upper hand slowly reluctantly she bent forward and took hold of the bed's head board.

 

The old man looked up at the two beautiful pink tipped breasts that dangled directly above his face.

 

Jenny stared at the wall waiting unhappily for the inevitable first touch. She winced as the old man seized both pendulous boobs and sank his sinewy fingers deep into the soft flesh. She tried to stay defiantly silent as he massaged her tits squeezing each in turn and like a cat with a ball of string playfully slapping them together.

 

Jenny did everything she could to resist the feeling flowing through her boobs but she could feel she was losing the battle. He'd seen how her twin peaks had started to react to his manipulation of her pillowy globes and now he was attacking them with his fingers. He pinched her left nipple and chuckled as she jerked and let out an involuntary 'Eek.' He pinched the other peak with the same result. Between his fingers he could almost feel her nipples erecting, changing colour and filling with blood.

 

He stopped. Jenny felt the mauling of her chest cease and said a little prayer that her ordeal was over.

 

With a lunge the old man opened his mouth and sucked in as much of her abused tit as he could. With his mouth full of the blonds nipple, areola and a good deal of soft breast flesh he began to rhythmically suck and suck. While he sucked on one of her tits he mauled the other one then after a few minutes swapped sides. Jenny felt her pussy start to moisten. Her body refused to do her will and reacted to the old man's rough fondling. Her loins began to tingle as her arousal increased with every suck and slap and massage.

 

She gritted her teeth and groaned willing her body to resist the growing erotic feeling and sensations but the old man knew his business and he doubled his manipulation of the blond babe. He released her tit and dipping his hand down speared her pussy with a long single finger. Jenny threw back her head as he invaded her womanhood. Again and again he plunged his finger deep into her cunt until her clit grew to it's maximum peanut size and hardness.

 

Jenny rocked and groaned as she allowed him to molest her porn-star body. She could feel her orgasm beginning to build. The heat in her cunt was growing and juice dripping over his penetrating digit.

 

Then she felt him begin to slow. His sucking decreased and his finger slipped from her pussy. From beneath her came a quiet snore. She looked down. The old codger had only gone and fallen asleep. She didn't know whether to feel elated or insulted. He'd got her over a barrel and she'd been forced to allow him to molest and fondle her body and now the son of a bitch had fallen into a deep slumber.

 

Slowly so as not to rouse him Jenny climbed off the bed and retrieving her discarded panties tip toed out of the bedroom. She had just closed the door when there came a quiet cough from behind her. She whirled round to see Lola standing there staring at her. It wasn't surprising she was staring because Jenny's monumental tits were still exposed with their enormous and now aroused areolas and nipples and her dress was rucked up around her waist. With her panties dangling from her hand her puffed up and reddened pussy was completely on show. Even her clit was erect and obvious.

 

'Ms. Witherspoon' the young blond stuttered 'what must you think.'

 

'I think you've been putting in some overtime and by the look of it and doing an incredibly conscientious job for my father' Lola replied. All the time she was saying this Jenny was frantically dragging down her dress to cover her nakedness and then stuffing her bountiful bosom back into her bra.

 

'Look come into my room' said Lola. Jenny followed the tall thin dark haired woman into her bedroom who directed her to sit on the sofa. Then she poured them both a stiff drink. Jenny accepted the glass and took a swig only to discover it was Scotch Whiskey. Never a heavy drinker at the best of times she coughed as the liquid burned it's way down her throat. 'Steady on' said Lola patting the spluttering blond on the back.

 

Lola sat down next to Jenny who had recovered from the initial fire of the whiskey and was now feeling a distinctly warm sensation in her stomach. She was also acutely aware that seated as she was her dress was again riding up and now she wasn't wearing any panties. Carefully she crossed her mile long legs a move much appreciated by Lola who was treated to a flash of naked hairless pussy.

 

'I hope my father hasn't been taking advantage of you my dear' said Lola after she'd taken a big draft of Scotch. 'He used to be a very vigorous ladies man in his day and I wouldn't put it past him to try it on. We've lost a number of staff, mostly young women who were on the receiving end of his unwanted attentions. Two of them were pregnant' she added sadly.  

 

'Oh ... err ... no ... erm ... not really. Just high jinks you know' Jenny lied.

 

'I'm so glad. I'd hate to lose you as you seem to be doing a bang up job and Father likes you a lot.'

 

'A bit too bloody much' thought Jenny ruefully 'dirty old bastard'.

 

'Drink up' urged Lola 'let me get you a fresh one.' A second drink even bigger than the first appeared and Lola sat back down this time with her thigh touching Jenny's. The drink was starting to have an effect on the young blond. The warmth in her stomach was spreading to her limbs and her head was beginning to buzz.

 

Lola stared into Jenny's eyes as the two women sat in companionable silence while the drink did it's insidious work then she said 'I got quite a shock when you came out of father's bedroom. I mean you were in a very dishevelled state.' Jenny giggled a little squiffy now and only vaguely aware that Lola had her hand resting on her nylon clad thigh just below the stocking top. 'I mean your boobies were bare and so was your bum.' Jenny could only nod dreamily as Lola's hand began to move softly over the blonds thigh.

 

As the young blond didn't object to her caressing hand on her leg Lola grew bolder. 'I really do appreciate the work you're doing for father. It really seems to give his spirits a lift and he is a lot brighter than he has been. I thought he was just fading away but you've given him a real shot in the arm.'

 

Jenny felt happy as Lola complemented her. The intoxicating effect of the drink, her arousal from old man Witherspoon still coursing through her veins and now the woman's caress was combining to make her feel all fuzzy inside lowering her resistance. Her inhibitions were now so low that you'd need a pick and shovel to find them.

 

Lola kissed her softly. For now she didn't pressure the young blond she simply allowed her lips to caress Jenny's allowing her to get used to the sensation.  At first the young blond felt panic, surprised that this older busty woman should be so bold but the scotch, the fondling she'd received from the woman's father and her own need to not upset her employer all came together to stop her reacting and pushing her away. Reluctantly at first she allowed the woman's lips to caress hers, allowed her hand to fondle her nylon clad thigh and the soft flesh above it. Slowly her reluctance turned to grudging acceptance and then actual lust and she returned the woman's kiss. Their soft lips mashed together gently sucking.

 

Lola broke the kiss pleased to see that Jenny appeared disappointed. 'God Jenny you're so beautiful' Lola whispered then she returned her lips and kissed the blond harder. Their lips really mashed together this time as both women sucked lustily on the others mouth. Tongues slipped between lips and rubbed together swapping spit. Lola's hand found the flesh above Jenny's stocking top and fondled it scant millimetres from it's ultimate target.

 

Their lips parted again and Lola gasped 'I couldn't believe how good you looked especially your breasts. Would you let me see them again?'

 

Jenny blushed but hardly hesitated before she snapped open the neck of the nurses uniform and dragged down on her bra cups until both of her tits popped into view. Lola stared hard at the huge fleshy mounds only inches from her face taking in their creamy spherical perfection. Both breasts were topped with huge areolas now puffed up and a dark chocolate brown and at their centres a pair of inch long rubbery nipples. Old man Witherspoon had done a good job on them making both nipples fully erect and fizzing with arousal.

 

Jenny felt the woman's eyes scanning her exposed chest burning into her soft spherical mammaries. The familiar throbbing started in her rapidly erecting peaks.

 

She groaned out loud as Lola dipped her head and sucked one peak deep into her mouth. Slowly she circled her tongue round and round the fat puffy areola feeling the dimples. What an amazing feeling. Her tongue licked the wrinkled flesh sending bolts of sensation deep into Jenny's mound making the blond writhe and moan. Lola slashed her tongue across Jenny's stiff nipple sending even more pleasure coursing though her chest. If she'd wanted an indication that Jenny was alright with her actions she got it when she felt the blond place her hand on the back of her head and press her face deep into the fat tit mound.  

 

Lola's fingers slipped upwards and found the entrance to the blonds pussy. After the old man's manipulations it was wet and gaping open. The lips were puffed up and the clit already rock hard and erect.

 

The dark haired woman worked on the blond's writhing body switching breasts and alternating between rubbing the lips and clit of her pussy and plunging her fingers deep inside the hot moist tunnel of flesh.

 

Lola released Jenny's abused tit and brought her lips back to deeply kiss the blond. She'd felt the orgasm building in her splendid body and determined to make her come like a freight train. As she kissed her she suddenly gripped the blonds clit and pinched it hard. Jenny's whole body went stiff with a rictus of exquisite pleasure. Her climax ripped through her loins and radiated out through her whole body. Lola kept rubbing Jenny's giant clit. Each time she pressed it between her thumb and finger the blonds body jerked as fresh lightening bolts of pleasure burst out from her cunt.

 

She kept tweaking and pinching until the blond could take no more then she allowed her to lay back totally spent on to the sofa her eyes closed and her body slumped and wrung out. She watched keenly the rise and fall of the blonds huge chest as her breathing rasped in her throat.

 

Standing the thin dark woman quickly stripped off her dress and underwear until she was completely naked then she took hold of the blond and worked her slack body round until she lay on the sofa with her head on the arm rest. Then she threw her leg across until she was standing with the blonds head between her legs and her pussy hovering scant inches above the blonds face.

 

Jenny moaned as she became aware that she couldn't breath. Her eyes opened and she stared up the naked body of Lola past her dangling breasts and into her smiling eyes. The blonds mouth and nose was covered by the aristocratic pussy that she'd planted firmly down on her face. Slowly Lola moved her hips allowing Jenny to take a breath while rubbing her clit and engorged pussy lips over the blonds mouth.

 

'Lick' ordered Lola. Years of ingrained subservience to the aristocratic voice forced Jenny to instinctively obey and her soft pink tongue set to licking the woman's already moist womanhood. Lola moaned 'Oh God yes' as the blonds educated tongue invaded her cunt plunging inside or slashing across her clit. Jenny sucked hard on the nubbin of flesh and licked round and round it faster and faster driving Lola towards a screaming climax.

 

Lola's hips were really rocking now. Jenny gripped them hard as Lola bore down hard on the blonds beautiful juice covered face. Deep inside her loins her orgasm built until with a strangled cry it burst forth exploding outward from her spasming cunt to the rest of her body.

 

Once Lola calmed down she climbed off the blonds smiling face. Then with hardly a word she feverishly stripped the blond naked and led her to the giant four poster bed. The next hour resolved into sweaty straining bodies intertwined rubbing delving licking and sucking until both women with one final sixty-nine brought the other to a mind numbing climactic crescendo of erupting pleasure that saw them collapse and fall into a deep well satisfied slumber.  

 

 

Jenny was running. Running like her life depended on it. And it did. She been warned about the planet Goblob and it's inhabitants but she'd made a fatal error of exiting the bio-dome with a depleted Laser pistol. She'd gone prospecting around the purple rocks under the twin suns and the green sky when the male Gob-tentacle had spotted her. She raised the pistol and depressed the firing stud to give it a warning shot. The rock nearest the Gob-tentacle exploded but this only seemed to make him angry and he turned towards her. The second press of the stud resulted in a ray with the strength of a torch. She shook the weapon but further presses produced nothing. She turned back toward home and ran.

 

It was a persistent little bugger. Not fast but determined. The locals had got a taste for the visitors and were causing all sorts of problems. Jenny felt like she was running through treacle in boots made of glue and to top it all for some reason she couldn't fathom she was wearing only the boots and her gold-fish bowl space helmet. Other than that she was naked. She dared to look behind her. He was close. She could hear his hissing and see the ooze seeping from the pustules on his dirty grey flesh. Only three feet tall they at first looked harmless but the crew, especially the female members quickly discovered that they were voracious eaters. Ten tentacles were used to capture and subdue their prey and anyone of the ten mouths, disgusting sucking openings with thick lips a long flexible probe and more of the ooze then fed on them.

 

Jenny's foot caught on a rock and she went flying to land heavily on her back. In a second he was on her. She desperately tried pushing him away but the tentacles were to strong and quickly wrapped themselves around her legs forcing them apart. She knew she was done for. Her prodigious chest rose and fell making her tits wobble and gyrate as she waited for the inevitable. Two of the tentacles reached up and to further subdue her wrapped themselves round her twin tits squeezing her soft mounds until they throbbed with erotic arousal. The tentacle tips wriggled in the air then dropped to stroke, as if testing her erect peaked nipples.

 

One of the mouths opened wide. Ooze dribbled from the appalling orifice and the wriggling probe emerged. She screamed as the thick disgusting lips descended and completely covered her defenceless smooth pussy. Jenny's terrified scream turned to a surprised 'Oh my' then a mystified 'Hmmmm' and finally a baffled 'Oh my sweet lord.'

 

The soft rubbery mouth sucked on the visitors tender fleshy opening. Testing, tasting the delicious delicacy.  

 

Jenny's eyes closed and a rasping gasp escaped her wide open mouth. The inner probe had speared into her womanhood searching, seeking inside her. Rubbing against every nook, cranny and nerve ending. The blond's pussy began to moisten and the Gob-tentacle detected it's sweet flavour. Deeper and deeper it probed doing everything it could to make the wriggling visitor produce more and more of the nectar like substance. The opening seemed to respond to furious probing coupled with determined sucking.

 

The blonds voluptuous body writhed and bucked as the gob-tentacle's probe delved deep inside her dripping cunt. The tentacles round her breasts griped her flesh harder and flashed back and forth across her rampant nipples.

 

Jenny began to wake. The bed clothes were pulled down to her waist leaving her magnificent heaving breasts exposed to the cold air. She felt the sensations in her loins. The gob-tentacle was under the bed clothes. Slowly it dawned on her that this wasn't a dream but real and actually happening to her. Someone was under the sheets sucking on her pussy. Long arms extended up from under the covers and the hands were groping her tits fingers digging into soft spheres and tweaking the twin peaks.

 

Well it wasn't the worst way in the world to be woken up in the morning so she relaxed. Her eyes closed concentrating on the erotic sensations. She should chide Lola but perhaps not until she'd finished what she was doing. Down below the unseen mouth and tongue worked feverishly on the blonds soft tissue. Jenny shuddered as the lips attached themselves like a limpet to her clitoris and two fingers plunged into her cunt. The mouth sucked and sucked as the fingers speared and delved inside her wet tunnel of love.

 

The blond felt her climax beginning. Her head swung side to side as the pressure inside her built to a crescendo. Her eyes opened to see Lola beside her. Her loins were on fire. The mouth was torturing her clit and the fingers seemed to be digging for buried treasure deep within her.

 

Lola. Lola. Her mind was in turmoil. Her loins were in even more turmoil. If Lola was beside her then who was ...

 

Jenny stiffened. Her hips rose off the bed as the pressure released and her pussy volcano like erupted in an orgasmic climax. Every muscle cracked, her teeth ground together, her fists clenched her knuckles white. Her pussy felt like it was exploding, erupting, bursting with rapturous pleasure.

 

Slowly the spent blond relaxed then stiffened again. If not Lola then who had just eaten her pussy. She threw back the bed clothes to stare down into the laughing face of a complete stranger. A stranger who's face was covered with shiny sticky pussy juice.

 

As she was about to explode Lola put her hand on her arm. 'Let me introduce Velma, my daughter.'

 

Jenny was stunned into silence. She'd just had her pussy tongued and sucked by a stranger and now she was hoisted on her own petard. She could hardly complain too much. She'd shared the mothers bed and she couldn't take the chance that either woman would take um-bridge if she objected too vociferously.

 

'You might at least have told me your name first' she said mildly 'before you ... you know ... did that.'

 

'Sorry' apologised Velma but still with the wide smile on her wet face 'but mother told me such good things about you that I felt I had to try them for myself and you've got to admit you felt the benefit at the end there.'

 

Jenny felt aggrieved and that this wasn't any excuse but there was nothing she could do about it.

 

Velma moved up the bed so Jenny lay between her and her mother. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand then slowly gazed wondrously down the blonds naked body. She was a younger version of her mother almost the same height, similar dark hair and facial features and the same buxom figure.

 

'Holy shit Jenny. You've got the tastiest pussy and now I see you've got a pair of fantastic tits as well.' Then without waiting she reached out and cupped Jenny's enormous left tit and began to softly fondle it.

 

Jenny was stunned again. This woman seemed not to know the meaning of personal space but that wasn't the end of her surprises as Lola seized her other tit and started to give it the same treatment. 'Look ladies' Jenny started to object as she reached to brush away their hands but that was as far as she got. As if the two women had worked this move before Velma grabbed Jenny's left wrist and tucked her arm beneath her body. Lola did the same so Jenny found her arms stretched out and pinioned under the two women. She hadn't time to say anything before Velma hooked her leg over Jenny's left leg and Lola hooked the right one spreading the blonds lower limbs wide apart.

 

Jenny struggled but the women obviously knew what they were doing and held the blond firm. She opened her mouth to try and reason with them but Lola grabbed her chin and turning her head toward her she kissed her. Jenny felt the familiar soft touch of Lola's lips on her own and as if by magic her writhing began to slow. Velma seized the opportunity to lower her mouth to Jenny's tit and began licking and sucking on the huge pillowy mound and it's rubbery peak.

 

Slowly the two women brought the trapped blond under control. Jenny 'hmmmph'd' every few seconds as jolts of pleasure surged through her tit. Velma was proving to be as good as her mother at pleasuring another woman's breasts. Lola release Jenny's lips but before she could utter a word Velma turned Jenny's head and replaced her mothers lips with her own.

 

Lola watched her daughter snogging their naked captive for a minute then reached down and slid two fingers deep into Jenny's exposed pussy. This drew a muffled 'Mmmmph' and a wriggle but again the blond was brought under control. Lola slowly deliberately slid her two fingers back and forth inside the blond gradually feeling the moisture in the slick warm tunnel grow. Jenny groaned as Lola added a third finger pushing them as far in as her knuckles and thumb would allow. The fourth finger made Jenny groan even more in discomfort but soon Lola felt the tightness of the blonds pussy begin to loosen as she worked her dexterous digits inside the trapped young woman.

 

Velma was not only invading the blonds mouth with her tongue she was mauling her mammoth mammaries digging her fingers deep into the soft pliant flesh. Jenny tried to free her arms but the women held her tighter. Velma gripped her tit seizing a fistful of breast and Lola jammed her fingers hard into her sopping cunt.

 

The young blond was lost. The women had her to use as they pleased as within her loins a climax of apocalyptic dimensions began to build. Velma released Jenny's mouth from hers then grabbing the nipple and areola on one breast in a grip of iron lowered her head and sank her teeth into the other one. Lola knew the signal and pressed down hard on the blonds clitoris.

 

It was like trying to wrestle a writhing squirming alligator as the blond erupted in orgasm. Her body shook and her back bent until only her shoulders and ankles were touching the bed. Lola jammed her slick juice covered fingers deep into the convulsing woman augmenting and heightening her already unbearable climax. She pinched Jenny's hard clit again and again each time forcing an agonised cry from her throat and wringing even more exquisite pleasure from her abused loins.

 

They tormented the orgasming blond extracting every second of muscle locking pleasure from her seething cunt. Slowly Jenny's orgasm abated and she sank back wrung out onto the bed. Both women looked down on the naked sweat sheened blond as her breasts heaved up and down. 'See what I mean' said Lola 'she's a sex mad nymphomaniac  but she doesn't know it. You only have to get her motor running and she'll submit to just about anything. Of course she's no rocket scientist either and she seems as naive and ingenuous as a school kid.'

 

'Yes' replied Velma 'and add in the porn-star body and you've got a playmate from heaven. Well she's had her fun now it's our turn. What do you suggest?'

 

'How's about she warms us both up then a double?'

 

'Good idea. Lets get her up and in position.'

 

Together the two women helped the drained and heavy lidded blond to the foot of the bed and with a little coaxing pushed her down to her knees. Then they both stood on each side of her the beautiful blond bracketed by two dark haired vaginas. Jenny looked up startled as Lola grabbed her hair and forcefully pushed her face in to Velma's groin. 'Lick' she ordered and being too exhausted to argue Jenny stuck out her tongue and started to lick Velma's pussy. She started slow but gradually with urging from Lola she performed with more enthusiasm sliding her tongue inside the daughters womanhood or lapping at her clit.

 

Velma was feeling exhilarated. Never had she had such a beautiful woman between her legs giving her pussy a wonderful licking and a submissive one at that. The future held all sorts of possibilities. 'Next time I come I'll bring all my toys' she promised herself.

 

Lola allowed Jenny to suck and lick Velma's cunt for a minute before once again grabbing Jenny's hair and dragging her face over to her loins. She spread her legs apart then slammed Jenny's mouth against her pussy and using her grip rubbed the submissive blond's face into her groin. Jenny's tongue stuck out and she licked the older woman's gash as Lola forcefully rolled her face this way and that.

 

Velma watched the blond performing cunnilingus on her mother while she kept her own pussy on heat by slowly rubbing her clit and pussy lips. The two women shared the blond forcing her to service them both pushing her from one pussy to the other. Velma watched Lola using the blond like a servile pliable slave then grabbed her by the hair and did the same. Soon the dark haired women's pussy's were wet with their arousal.

 

Jenny had already resigned herself to her fate at the hands of the two lesbians so she just waited with her head bowed. 'Use your fingers' ordered Lola so slowly Jenny reached upwards and started to rub the woman's pussy. 'And Velma' Lola ordered so Jenny used her other hand to do for the daughter what she was doing for the mother. The two women glanced at each other as the blond manipulated their pussy lips. 'Inside' demanded Lola and as if in a trance Jenny slid a trembling finger inside each woman.

 

The tame blond miserably fingered each woman until Lola again ordered 'another.' She added a second finger into each pussy and as one both women groaned with pleasure. Lola was beside herself and couldn't wait 'Another and another' she ordered. Jenny carefully pushed four fingers into each slick pussy. Both women shuddered as their cunts were filled with the blond's thrusting fingers. Jenny felt the wet juicy insides of each of the woman and the tremors they flowed through their bodies as she serviced them. 

 

The abject blond felt the women's love tunnels easing as she forced her digits deeper inside them. Their love juices were seeping out covering both of her hands as they forced their way deep inside the soft yielding tissue of there cunts. 'All the way' Lola gasped. Jenny looked at her confused until she again gasped 'All the way, thumb as well.'

 

Astonished Jenny stopped until Lola stared hard at her. Slowly she withdrew her slurping fingers from each woman then tucked her thumb in and thrust forward hard.

 

Both mother and daughter let out a long drawn out moan as the blonds fists impaled each of their cunts. Jenny for her part felt her entire hands surrounded by sopping wet and warm flesh. The women's internal muscles gripped her hands as she forced them deep inside until the engorged labia was covering her wrists. Both women held their breath then groaned as Jenny pulled her hands back down. Both pussies seemed to suck at the withdrawing hands. Just as her finger tips emerged the blond pushed forward again this time burying her hands all the way inside the women in one motion.

 

The British agent pistoned her hands back and forth tormenting the women who had tormented her until her muscles began to ache. The violent movements made Jenny's breasts sway and jiggle. To ease her muscles she started pushing into the women alternately first one hand then the other.

 

Jenny looked up and stared amazed. The Mother and daughter were kissing like lovers each trying to sucking the face off the other while their tongues duelled wetly and their hands mauled the others tits. Velma reached down and pressed her fingers to her mothers clit and Lola did likewise.

 

As a threesome now Lola rubbed Velma's clit, Lola rubbed hers and Jenny fisted both women. Slowly the pressure began to build in the two lesbians. Velma rubbed harder. So did Lola and Jenny now determined to pay back the Jenny slammed her fists into each of their slick sopping cunts.

 

They women cried out as their orgasms crashed over them like a tidal wave of pleasure. Jenny's fist squished inside them maintaining their climax as she clenched her fingers and punch fucked both women again and again while they wailed with exquisite agony their bodies writhed and they clasped their naked sweating flesh together to prevent them collapsing in a pile of orgasmic bodies.

 

After twenty seconds of wet dripping climax Jenny slowly drew her fists out of the two women. They made a slurping sucking sound as they exited the two reddened vaginas. Then the mother and daughter collapsed back to lie wrung out and exhausted on the bed.

 

Jenny knelt miserably contemplating her situation. Here she was her arms dripping with two women's juices having shared a bed with one and then having sex with the other before being used as little more than a sex toy by the two of them. Added to that she'd been sexually molested by the man who was father to one and grandfather to the other. Her problem was that she had to maintain her cover to stay in the house. She had a job to do and no one at 'The Firm' was going to have any sympathy if her excuse for bottling her assignment was that she was getting to much sex.

 

Sighing wearily she showered and dressed in the travesty of a nurses uniform she'd been instructed to wear. She had an appointment with the old man again. As she exited the bedroom the two women had gone. On the landing she looked down just as Stimkins answered the front door. She hesitated standing just out of their sight as he admitted an Indian looking gentleman carrying a big leather bag. The visitor appeared to be just under six feet tall, black haired and brown eyed,  in his mid twenties and to Jenny's eye handsome with a well proportioned body. Stimkins asked him to wait and shortly he was joined by Lola. They talked together for a few seconds then repaired to one of the reception rooms.

 

There wasn't any more to be learned so resigning herself she turn and headed towards old man Witherspoon's bedroom.

 

When he saw her his eyes seemed to light up. Jenny thought he looks sprightly enough already without any need for more stimulation. She stood before him waiting stuck somewhere between terror, flight and excitement. On her last visit he'd ordered her to bare her breasts and remove her panties before he'd molested her tits and slipped a long sinewy finger inside her pussy. Had he not fallen asleep there was no telling how far it would have gone. This time it was morning and she had to assume he was well rested and not likely to let her off the hook so easily.

 

Smiling at her he could see she was trembling with apprehension. He'd had all night to think of what he wanted to do with the blond carer / nurse and the fact that she was here meant she wasn't going to cut and run no matter what he demanded of her. For some reason she seemed to be prepared to put up with his provocative behaviour to keep her job which while astonishing was fine by him.    

 

The blond was beginning to fidget entwining her fingers and crossing her legs as she waited for his demands.

 

'Calm yourself my dear' the old man said from his position lying back in his bed. 'I'm so sorry for what happened yesterday. I fully understand that it was wrong of me to take advantage of you in that way. To demand you slip both of your magnificent breasts out of your dress for all to see. Also for ordering you to slide out of your panties exposing your beautiful vagina and buttocks. I sincerely apologise.'

 

Jenny stared back at him in shock. She'd fully expected to be forced to perform even more indignities by the dirty old man but here he was saying he was in the wrong and sorry.

 

'So if you accept my apology there's just one thing I'd like you to do for me today.'

 

'Of course I accept Mr. Witherspoon' replied the relieved blond. 'Now what would you like me to do?'

 

The old man whipped back his blanket exposing an eight inch raging hard-on. 'I'd like you to suck on this my dear.'

 

'Mr. Witherspoon!' Jenny exclaimed. 'I thought said you were in the wrong and sorry' she whined.

 

'Oh come on blonde' laughed the old man. 'You can't be that naive so if you want to keep your cushy job get your full soft lips around this bad boy.'

 

Jenny could only stare back at him open mouthed as he pointed at his waiting erection.

 

'Well what's it to be babe. Employed or unemployed.'

 

Slowly as if she was pushing against an invisible screen the buxom blond moved forward and sat on the side of the old man's bed. His wrinkled old face split in a wide grin as he realised she was still for some unknown reason willing to do his bidding no matter how undignified to keep her position as his carer.  

 

Unable to think of a way out of her predicament Jenny reached out and enclosed his cock in her slim fingers. The contact of her cool digits on his hot shaft drew a blissful sigh from his throat followed by more as her hand gripped him firmly. Slowly she moved the loose skin on his veined member down forcing the foreskin to be drawn back and revealing the large plumb like purple helmet. Her manual ministrations quickly brought him to full hardness. She kept masturbating his cock for a minute. If he didn't notice perhaps she could bring him off without having to use her mouth but he wasn't going to fall for that. He put his hand on the back of her head and slowly insistently forced her face downwards. Gradually the helmet of his cock drew nearer and nearer to her mouth until inevitably it bumped against her lips. He pushed her head harder and it bumped again.

 

Finally she could delay it no longer so reluctantly she opened her mouth wide. His next push forced her to accept his old cock deep into the warm depths of her wet already salivating mouth rubbing over her rough cat-like tongue as it entered. She closed her lips clamping them down on his rampant shaft.

 

The old guy was in heaven as the blond simultaneously sucked on his cock-head and stroked his shaft. She'd had sex with a few older gentlemen in her time, her own boss Commander Holt for one but Joe Witherspoon was by far the oldest. Still it didn't seem to make much difference. His cock was still a cock that stretched majestically upwards when erect and hard and it felt just the same as much younger ones as her tongue slavered round and round the helmet. Maybe he wasn't as spry or energetic as younger men but it didn't matter to her body which she could feel beginning to become aroused. No matter how old he was she still had a hard cock filling her mouth.

 

Jenny's head bobbed up and down on the old man's shaft as she detected the first taste of pre-cum on her tongue. Joe pushed her head harder and she felt his cock-head touch the back of her throat. For a second Jenny felt her oesophagus blocked and she started to gag but he relented and allowed her to draw back but not before her body reacted with copious amounts of saliva which filled her mouth and covered his shaft. Time and again he forced his cock deep into her face until her lips were almost reaching the very base of his cock.

 

As the blonds mouth sucked on his manhood he noted that in her position sitting on the side of the bed with her head bowed over his groin the ridiculously short elasticated nurses uniform had ridden up over her ass and her panties were on full display. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth he plunged his wrinkled old hand down the back of her lacy knickers and slipped his long sinewy fingers between her thighs and onto her pussy.

 

The intrusive fingers elicited a surprised 'eek' from the blond but she continued sucking his cock. He pushed harder and sank his finger into her moist pussy feeling her juices begin to flow.

 

Jenny doubled her efforts when she felt his fingers delving deep inside her sweet cunt gripping his shaft harder and sucking on his cock-head for all she was worth.

 

Old man Witherspoon groaned and for the first time in many years felt his balls contracting and forcing spurt after spurt of semen up his cock to fountain out into the blond nurses hot sucking mouth. He pushed down on the back of her head forcing her to take shot after shot of his aged gism into her throat and over her tongue. Slowly he settled back onto the bed as she cleaned his cock of saliva and cum.

 

'WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?' screamed a voice from the bedroom doorway.

 

Guiltily Jenny snatched the old man's still semi-erect cock out of her mouth and turned to see the Indian gentleman and Lola staring at the tableau on the bed. She couldn't think of anything to say so she just froze.

 

'Just what do you think you are doing to my patient young lady?' queried the man.

 

'Erm ... ' replied Jenny intelligently.

 

'My name is Manish Roy. DOCTOR Manish Roy. Mr. Witherspoon is under my care and I don't remember authorising a nurse to carry out any medical procedures if that is in fact what this is of course.'

 

Jenny could only stutter 'Doctor ...erm ... well you see ... erm ... I fell ... erm ... and he felt better ... erm ... so I ... that is we ... erm ... thought I should continue ... erm ... with the ... erm ... treat ... erm ... treatment.'

 

'Treatment?' replied the Doctor icily. 'This doesn't look like any treatment I've heard of. Are you insisting that this is a therapeutic remedy or are you just using this helpless old man for your own sordid sexual gratification?'

 

Jenny was shocked at being accused of raping a bed ridden old man. 'No, no Doctor. This is therapy I promise you.' 

 

'So you're a medical professional are you. You have the required qualification to administer medical aid?'

 

Jenny was stuck and she could only reply in a quiet voice 'Er ... no ... no qualifications.'

 

The Doctor looked stern. 'Are you aware of the penalties for impersonating a medical practitioner young lady. I should call the Police immediately and have you arrested.'

 

The British agent could only goggle open mouthed at the Doctor. Her assignment was in tatters unless she could convince him to allow her to stay in the house.

 

Suddenly Lola spoke. 'Doctor. I have been remiss. This is not the fault of the young lady. She did her best to alleviate my fathers condition and as you can see he has been feeling a lot better since Jenny started ministering to him.'

 

'That's as maybe' replied the Doctor 'but I can not allow an untrained woman to perform medical procedures. It is completely out of the question'

 

Hope flared within Jenny helped along by Joe Witherspoons fingers which were still inside her pussy and he'd begun to move them teasing her as she spoke to the angry medico. 'Doctor Roy please can't we find a solution to this situation?' said Lola.

 

The Doctor appeared to think it over while Jenny bit her lip. The old man's fingers were tormenting her moist pussy. He'd found her g-spot and was rubbing it with his finger tip. Jenny's face began to redden and her breathing to quicken.

 

Finally the Doctor came to a decision. 'Well Ms. Witherspoon I am prepared to allow this young lady to provide therapy to Mr. Witherspoon with one proviso. I must be certain that she isn't doing more harm than good so she must agree to be trained in the correct procedure by myself.

 

Jenny felt the relief flooding her body at the Doctors words along with the start of her climax. She clenched her thighs together as the old man's fingers had found her clit and he pinched it hard.

 

'Are you prepared to be trained by the Doctor' Lola asked Jenny.  

 

'Oh yes' cried Jenny. 'Oh God yes' she gasped as her orgasm erupted in her pussy.

 

Lola and the Doctor took Jenny's words as agreeing to their plan not being aware of where Joe's busy fingers were.

 

'Right I will return soon to begin the training. In the mean time young lady if you'll leave I will minister to my patient.'

 

Jenny levered herself off the bed allowing the sinewy old fingers to slip from her wet pussy and quickly pulled her dress down over her exposed butt. She looked abashed at the Doctor and almost ran out of the bedroom feeling a deep shame at having being caught sucking the old man's cock.

 

Once the Doctor had left and Lola's father was settled in front of his television with cup of tea she finally decided she had to do something towards completing her mission. With only four people normally in the house and so many bedrooms she decided to search the empty ones. All seemed quiet as she entered the first room. It was much as the others. The furniture was old and had seen better days but of undeniable quality evidence of the wealthy past of the family. The carpets were old and dusty which pointed to the room not having being used for some time.

 

A large chest-of-draws contained nothing but dust and a wardrobe only old dresses and coats obviously not used for ages. The bed revealed no hidden nuclear secrets or radio transmitters and Jenny looked round to see if there was any other feature of the room she could investigate.

 

A floorboard creaked. Jenny dived down and as the bedroom door slowly opened she franticly crawled under the bed. All was silent. Beneath the bed Jenny breathed in as quietly and shallowly as she could then a figure entered the room. Slowly the foot falls moved around the room. From her hiding place the British agent could see virtually nothing as the bed covers reached almost to the floor. Suddenly the toes of a pair of shiny black shoes poked under the hanging covers. Jenny held her breath. Any moment she expected to see a face staring at her and there was very little she could say to justify her hiding under the bed.

 

The shoes moved away and eventually the bedroom door closed. Jenny quietly let out a deep sigh and breathed in once more. She knew who had been in the room. The shoes were male. The Doctor had been wearing brown shoes, Billy wore only trainers so that left Stimkins. It had been the Butler who'd been in the room. Was it coincidence that he'd been there just as she was doing her investigation. He at least had an excuse for being there being responsible for the upkeep of the house but she wasn't so sure. Quickly she crawled out from under the bed and dusted herself down then she cracked open the door an inch and checked that the coast was clear.

 

Seeing no one she slipped out, silently closed the door and turned nearly bumping into the imposing figure of Stimkins.

 

He stared down his nose at her with haughty disdain. 'Is there something I can do to help madam?' he asked in his best most condescending tones.    

 

'Err ... no' Jenny stammered. 'No. I was just ... looking for Lola.'

 

'The mistress is out at present Madam' replied the Butler every nuance of his voice saying he didn't believe her for a second.

 

'Oh. Well thank you. I'll no doubt see her later. Thank you ... erm ... thank you' and so saying Jenny dodged around him and headed back to her own room all the while feeling his eyes burning into her retreating back.'

 

In the safety of her room she mused on her predicament. She'd initially thought that the culprit must be a member of the family but now she realised that there was no reason to exclude the Butler. It was a cliche but how many times had the Butler done it. And what about Billy. He was young and a cheeky sod but there had been young criminals for as long as there had been criminals so she couldn't exclude him either.

 

Later that night Old man Witherspoon was already asleep. Also Velma wasn't at home and she didn't see Lola. So she repaired back to her own room for once unmolested at least she would have if she hadn't bumped into Billy who took the opportunity to pinch her bum before laughing and running off. 'Cheeky little bugger' she thought smiling. She spent a quiet night rising early. Seeing no one about other than Stimkins who she made sure was busy in the kitchen she rushed upstairs and searched the other unoccupied bedrooms.

 

She found nothing.

 

Mr. Witherspoon was in a good mood and she escaped with only a few strokes, pats and squeezes of her thighs, butt and tits before she and Billy got him down to the dining room, fed and watered. Billy wheeled him away just as Stimkins came and told her she was required in the blue bedroom.

 

This turned out to be the first bedroom she searched. Inside Lola and Dr. Roy awaited her. 'Jenny the good Doctor here has agreed to train you in the proper medical method so you can continue to help my Father. Are you happy to allow him to do this?'

 

Jenny nodded vaguely remembering agreeing the previous day although she'd been in the throws of a soft warm orgasm at the time.

 

'Doctor Roy, I'll leave the young lady in your capable hands' said Lola as she departed.

 

Jenny stood as the Indian Doctor studied her. Any student of anatomy would have been only to happy to peruse this specimen and he took his time scrutinising every nook, cranny, peak and trough of her glamorous and voluptuous body clad as it was in the ridiculously tight nurses uniform and white nylon stockings.

 

Finally he said 'I understand that due to a fortuitous event you discovered that Mr. Witherspoon benefited from, shall we say, certain stimulation.'

 

Jenny hesitated then worked out that he was asking her to confirm this and that he was referring to her tripping and smacking the old man in the face with her tits. 'Yes. That is correct' she replied.

 

'I see. And after that you tried to replicate the efficacious effect.'

 

'What?' the blond replied confused.

 

He re-phrased the statement. 'You tried to stimulate Mr. Witherspoon in a similar fashion on a subsequent occasion.'

 

'Err ... yes' Jenny agreed.

 

'But events sort of, how shall we say, moved on a pace?'

 

'Yes they did' agreed the blond nervously.

 

'What happened?'

 

'Mr. Witherspoon was a little more lively than he had been the first time.'

 

'Yes?'

 

The Doctors eyes grew wide as she continued 'He managed to insinuate his hand into my panties and slipped out one of my boobies.'

 

He couldn't help smiling as he imagined the scene. The old man molesting the buxom young nurse while no doubt she struggled to remove his fondling hand and sucking lips. A real life 'Carry On' film scene with Sid James and Barbara Windsor.

 

'What happened during your next session?'

 

Jenny hesitated. Then said 'He made certain suggestions as to how we should further his treatment.'

 

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. 'It is important I know just how you have been treating my patient. To make sure you've not been over taxing him. You could go to far and easily end up doing more harm than good.'

 

'I understand' said the naive blond.

 

'Where was Mr. Witherspoon?'

 

'He was in bed.'

 

The Doctor sat on the bed and swung his legs up 'like this?'

 

'Yes' she agreed.

 

'And what did he suggest you do.'

 

Jenny had been dreading this part but she'd agreed to the Doctor training her so she could stay in the house and try to complete her mission. With her cheeks turning a soft pink she said 'He asked me to expose my ... breasts.'

 

'And what did you do when he made this request.'

 

The blond stuttered 'I ... err... did as he asked.'

 

'But why?' queried the Doctor.

 

Jenny had feared this question. She couldn't reveal her purpose for being in the house. You never reveal your cover unless in an emergency and this didn't qualify. 'I was afraid he'd claim I molested him and I'm desperate for the employment. I need the money you see.'

 

'So you exhibited your glandular mammaria?'

 

'Eh.'

 

The Doctor sighed 'You exposed your bosom.'

 

'Oh. Yes' replied Jenny.  

 

The room fell silent as the Doctor contemplated this. 'Please demonstrate.'

 

'I beg your pardon?' said the shocked blond.

 

'I need you to show me what happened between yourself and the patient so I can determine if you are causing more harm than good. You don't just flash your mammaries at an old man. He could have a seizure at any time. Now please show me what you did when he requested you to show him your breasts.

 

The young blond faltered oscillating between her desire to remain in the house and her even greater desire to keep her clothes on. Eventually she reached up to the neck line of the nurses uniform. Doctor Roy stared mesmerised as she crooked her fingers into the uniform front and pulled down as her other hand pulled up on the flesh of her left breast. It took some doing but eventually her entire breast flipped out of the uniform. Then she swapped hands and fished out her other tit.

 

She stood as if frozen as Doctor Roy gazed enraptured at her fabulously mammoth breasts with their twin peaks. He'd seen a few bosoms in his time as a Doctor but this pair were both bountiful and beautiful. It was an even greater asset that they were attached to one of the most beautiful and athletic women he'd ever laid eyes on.

 

She began to fidget as he continued to stare at her exposed tits until he seemed to realise and said in a slightly quivering voice 'what happened then.'

 

Jenny fidgeted even more before she admitted 'he told me to remove my panties.'

 

The Doctors eyebrows couldn't get any higher as she said this so he just sat there on the bed amazed and waiting.

 

When nothing happened for a few seconds Jenny sighed and once again slipped her panties down. The Doctor on the bed stared even more surprised because she turned away from him and keeping her legs straight dropped her knickers displaying mile long athletic legs, her plump butt and peaking out between her thighs the prettiest pussy his astonished eyes had ever seen.

 

Slowly Jenny tuned back to face him. He swallowed almost unable to speak but eventually he croaked 'what came next?'

 

'Mr. Witherspoon instructed me to straddle his legs and take hold of the headboard.'

 

Doctor Roy's voice was little more than a choking gasp now. 'Would you show me please.'

 

The blond stepped forward her breasts bouncing in their unfettered state and clambered on to the bed. She threw her leg across his making her dress ride up and once more revealing her pussy to his dumbfounded eyes. Then she reached forward and gripped the beds headboard. This brought her dangling breasts bare inches from his face.

 

He could barely speak now with shock at the blonds naive behaviour but he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by. She might be as dumb as a post but she still had the body of a godess and it was literally within his grasp.

 

'Describe for me what Mr. Witherspoon did next if you would.'

 

Jenny gulped then said 'he grasped both of my breasts and fondled them.'

 

Time stood still. Ever so slowly Doctor Roy raised his hands and giving silent thanks to every God he could think of placed his palms flat on to the biggest and best pair of tits he'd ever seen and gently squeezed. 'Like this? he asked.

 

Jenny feeling his hand gently touching her tits replied 'No. He gripped each side and pushed them together.'

 

'Oh. Sorry' gasped the Doctor and shifted his grip until he had both tits pressed together. Then he began to massage the giant hanging mounds applying his fingers and softly kneading her flesh into all sort of interesting shapes.   

 

Jenny felt the handsome Doctors touch on her breasts. She had to admit that his gentle approach to tit fondling felt much better than the usual bull in a china shop approach of most of the men who got there hands on her assets. He genuinely seemed to care about how she felt and was doing his best to give her pleasure as well as enjoying himself. His fingers tweaked her nipples but gently not as if he was trying to unscrew them.

 

After he'd spent a couple of minutes massaging her mammoth boobs he asked 'What did Mr. Witherspoon do next?'

 

Jenny's eyes were closed as the erotic sensations from the Doctors expert hands filled her chest and it was a few seconds before she answered. 'He used his mouth' she replied quietly.

 

'Like this?' said the Medic as he lifted his head and captured her nipple sucking it into his mouth.

 

'God yes' gasped Jenny. The Doctor seemed just as skilled with his mouth as he was with his hands. As he used both on her hanging mounds she groaned and wriggled. He swapped sides and gave her other nipple the treatment softly sucking it feeling it hardening and lengthening as she became more and more aroused. His soft lips sucked more of her tit inside his mouth and he slowly ran his tongue round and round her giant areolas feeling the tiny nodules on the tip. The blond writhed as he tormented he soft pillowy mammaries and their erect peaks. Suddenly Jenny jerked and groaned as Doctor Roy took her nipple between his teeth and gently nibbled on it. Other men seemed to think she got more pleasure the harder they bit down on her nipple, well she did a little, but the gentle nipping of the Doctor felt infinity better. They certainly knew how to train their medics where he came from.

 

With both her tits now well fondled and her nipples fizzing the Doctor didn't bother to ask what happened next. He moved his hand down her body and cupped her pussy. Her whole body jumped at his first touch and she let out a soft satisfied moan as he spread her labia and dipped his finger inside her vagina.

 

Deeper and deeper he pushed his finger feeling her juices flowing. His medical training gave him an intimate knowledge of the inside of a woman's genitals and he used this to give her as much pleasure as she'd ever gotten from a man's fingers inside her. Jenny couldn't contain her feelings. She released the headboard and dipping her head kissed the Doctor on the lips. Their mouths mashed together and their tongues intertwined duelling fighting each other then she broke the kiss.

 

Looking deep into his eyes she begged 'make love to me Doctor. Please take me now.'

 

Doctor Roy rolled the big titted blond blond on to her back then feverishly dragged down his trousers. There was no need to wait as his cock was as hard as it had ever been. Moving over her he positioned the purple helmet at the entrance to her moist and gaping cunt.

 

'Are you sure you want this. It would be most inappropriate behaviour for a Doctor training an apprentice?'

 

For an answer Jenny wrapped her legs around his waist and seizing his butt in her hands with all the strength she could muster pulled his hips forwards burying his cock deep in her juicy cunt. All semblance of gentleness now disappeared as the two of them went at it like frustrated rabbits. There lips met again and they sucked on each others tongues. His hips slapped into hers as he slammed them down. Again and again he penetrated deep into her driving his rock hard shaft into her soft wet womanhood. He felt her building, her insides becoming hotter, her pulling more frantic. His balls began to contract.

 

'Are you ready' he gasped making sure she was as near as he was.

 

'Yes, God, yes' she gasped 'do it, do it harder now.'

 

The Indian Doctor was only to happy to comply and increase the speed of his pumping slamming his hips down burying his shaft again and again inside her writhing body. Her gasping breaths came quicker and quicker and her heaving chest rubbed her mammoth tits against he chest as her climax approached.

 

Suddenly he felt the warm flush of her erupting juices covering his cock and with an oath he came spurting his semen deep inside her convulsing pussy. Her internal muscles gripped his cock milking it of it's life giving gism emptying his balls of their load of semen. Her legs gripped him almost painfully as her muscles locked in a monumental orgasm that made her entire body shudder. He could hear her teeth grind and an agonised moan escaped her throat.

 

Slowly the two relaxed and he rolled off her. Both of their chests heaved as they sucked in great drafts of air until finally they lay there spent and immensely satisfied.

 

'So Doctor Roy' whispered the well fucked blond 'did I pass the test?'

 

Manish Roy lay back as sated and satisfied as he'd ever felt. The blond had begged him for sex and he'd done everything he possibly could to fulfil her desire. 'I can safely say' he wheezed 'that the first day of your training has been most satisfactory. I think with further sessions you could well become a very competent nurse. I will inform Ms. Lola that you are free to continue ministering to her father.'

 

'Thank you Doctor' Jenny said much relieved that she'd convinced him to allow her to carry on in her job and that her mission was still in operation. Of course she'd had to let him fondle and massage her body then have full sex with him but to be honest she wasn't too sad about that as unlike some he'd been kind and gentle and seemed genuinely concerned that she got as much pleasure from the coupling as he did.

 

The two re-dressed themselves and together went to find Lola. When they found her she smiled knowingly at the Doctor who had the decency to look sheepish and embarrassed. Mr. Witherspoons daughter had a pretty good idea that they'd been playing Doctors and Nurses for real.

 

'Ms. Lola' he said 'I have determined that Nurse Jenny is competent and can continue ministering to your Father.'

 

'I bet you have' replied Lola.

 

'Ahem. Well yes. Jenny please remember that you are to 'stimulate' Mr. Witherspoon as best you can but remember he is an old man so take everything slowly and no sharp shocks. Alright?'

 

Jenny nodded.

 

'And there's one change I'd like to make. Although the nurses uniform is fine variety is the spice of life so if you could Ms. Lola please provide Jenny with a selection of costumes for her to wear I'm sure it would please your father and help with his recuperation.'

 

Jenny thought 'Thank God. This nurses uniform's been getting on my nerves. I could do with some more normal clothes that cover a bit more skin. I've been freezing my tits off in this get up.'

 

Lola nodded her agreement smiling broadly. She could think of a few costumes that she would like to see the busty blond wearing.  'Thank you Doctor. I'm sure we'll see you soon to continue giving Jenny the benefit of your unique training method.'

 

Doctor Roy blushed and huffing quickly hurried from the house.

 

 

That evening Jenny used her mobile to check in with her Controller. When he asked for her report she quickly glossed over the more sordid parts saying she was 'taking care' of Old man Witherspoon without giving specific details and just mentioned that she'd managed to search nearly half the rooms. She'd found no evidence yet and she had no idea which of the people were involved. Her orders were to carry on with the investigation. All very well she thought but with no description of Von Stamper there was very little to go on. Joe Witherspoon, his daughter and conceivably Stimkins were of the right age but unless she could find some incriminating evidence then she might not be able to determine who was the target. It wasn't likely they'd kept their Stazi uniform.

 

 

The following morning Jenny emerged from Mr Witherspoon's bedroom still struggling to stuff her left tit back into her bra. The old man hadn't been quite so active today and she'd got away with nothing more than having her breasts fondled. Not paying to much attention she nearly ran into Billy Treadwell who'd been keenly watching her adjusting her clothing.

 

'Oh. Billy. Good ...err ... good morning.'

 

'Mornin' Miss Jenny' the cheeky young whipper-snapper replied tugging his imaginary forelock and smiling at the sight of her fabulous body in her skin tight nurses uniform. 'Mistress Lola wants to see you in her boudoir.' Although in his South London accent it came out as 'Boodwhaar'.

 

'Thanks Billy' she responded and skipped past him before he could find a opportunity to lay his wandering hands on her. He was a likeable young chap but his constant attempts to spy on her or find a reason to touch her were beginning to pall.

 

Lola called her in when she knocked and they shared a hot cup of tea. Mr. Witherspoons daughter casually surveyed the blond as she sipped hers. She began to wonder about the young woman. How could someone be so innocent and naive and yet so sexually active and experienced. She had the mentality of a junior school teacher with the body and mind of a stripper, prostitute and porn-star combined. Not that Lola was complaining. She'd tasted the nectar of the young woman and been on the receiving end of her educated tongue and she had a cunning plan to be so again.

 

'As you know' the older dark haired woman began 'Doctor Roy recommended that to aid in fathers treatment you should dress in a variety of costumes.' Jenny nodded wondering if Lola was going to suddenly produce something new and outlandish for her to wear. 'So later today I've made an appointment for us at a little boutique I know. The owner will serve us herself and take your measurements and then she'll provide you with some very specialist costumes that I hope father will find very stimulating. Have you heard of Cosplay?'

 

Jenny nodded. 'Yes. It's dressing up as film, cartoon or comic characters.'

 

'I'm sure we'll find what we're looking for' said Lola then with a certain relish she continued 'this shop specialises in Cosplay wear with a certain twist'.

 

Again Jenny nodded but she wasn't sure she liked the twinkle in Lola's eye as she spoke.

 

 

Later that afternoon with Mr. Witherspoon settled in front of the television Jenny changed back into her own everyday clothes and with Lola drove to a less than salubrious part of town. The shop was little more than a doorway with a small plaque 'Trixy's Specialist Fashions' on the wall. The two women entered.

 

Jenny's immediate impression was of a pretty standard clothing department. While there were dresses displayed around the walls the centre of the room was nothing but lacy bra's, knickers, stockings, teddies and lingerie. But she began to see the stock change in nature the further they moved towards the back of the shop. More leather and latex began to appear. Rubber and semi-transparent items. Chains, studs and fetish wear. The young blond should have been forewarned of the indignities in her immediate future when she saw that the Cosplay costumes were in the same section as these questionable outfits but as usual this passed her by on the other side of her own idiosyncratic information highway.

 

Lola led her towards a woman who was casually checking and arranging stock. 'Hey Trixy' said Lola 'this is Jenny we're here to buy some nice costumes. Think you can fit her with your inimitable style?'

 

Trixy looked up at the approaching women. After she gave Lola a sort of half smile she turned her hard stare on Jenny. With nothing but a quiet grunt as greeting she perused the young blond. The shop owner felt a frisson of excitement as she took in the fabulous body before her. For her part Jenny saw a woman of middle age trying desperately to be younger than her years. Even her name was trying to be younger. Her make-up was plastered on giving her the unmoving face of an automaton. This had been augmented by lashings of dark eye shadow and thick bright red lipstick. Had she bothered to compare the two women Jenny might have surmised they were very similar in many ways. She wasn't to know they were sisters.

 

'Hmmmm' mused Trixy. 'Yes I think we can fit the young lady what did you have in mind?'

 

Lola browsed through the Cosplay section for a few seconds then picked out an couple of items. Trixy then directed Jenny to a changing room and left her closing the curtain securely. It was six feet square, a couple of plastic chairs, six hooks on the wall and a full length mirror. There was nothing special about it. At least nothing special Jenny, Trixy or Lola could see or knew about.

 

Jenny placed the items she'd been given on a chair and began to disrobe. It didn't take long as she was wearing a simple jumper over slacks, flat shoes, bra and panties. She laid her underwear on the other chair then turned to look in the mirror.

 

She stood in the classic super-heroine stance. Feet eighteen inches apart hands on hips and perused her body noting it seemed to have maintained its muscle tone. Strong shoulders, flat stomach, athletic thighs. There was a distinct gap between her upper thighs that allowed a clear sight of her pretty pussy but it was her pride and joy that drew her most admiring glance. Her breasts were huge but still high and perky on her chest. They were perfectly spherical, firm yet soft to the touch and topped with massive crinkled areolas and prominent thick nipples. As fine an example of womanhood as you could wish to see.

 

 

Walter Craddock was a horrible man. A horrible horrible man. He had not a single redeeming feature. Short at five feet four he had managed to reach his fifties almost completely friendless. He shambled along the street talking to himself as others crossed over to avoid him. It might have been his dishevelled appearance that caused this but it was more likely to have been the all pervading body odour. He lived on benefits, government handouts, claiming he was unfit for work in a house that almost exactly reflected him. Uncared for and smelly. 

 

His days were usually spent roaming the streets looking for anything not nailed down that he could steal and sell for beer money. Sometimes he'd wander round the back of various restaurants and delve in their dumpsters and bins for a tasty morsel for his dinner. In the evenings he'd watch television on the tiny black and white set he found or peruse his small stash of porn mags and masturbate himself to sleep.

 

At least that was his usual days until his life changed almost exactly one year ago when he had the best day of his life. On a fearfully cold day the unlagged water pipes in his house burst and flooded his ground floor. Being a council house they sent work men round to fix the problem and it was a chance comment from one of them that turned his life upside down.

 

All of a sudden he found a new purpose in life. His days changed as he rarely went out now save to shop for food with his new found source of income.

 

The comment that altered his existence was a simple one. 'I see you back onto that shop, you know, the one that sells all the ladies knick knacks.'

 

He'd seen the shop the workman was referring to in the next street but he'd passed it by as he hadn't the means to buy any of it's products and had he entered he'd soon have been given the bums rush back out into the cold. He preferred stealing used panties from washing lines not the new ones. It was only later that an inkling of a plan began to form in his mind. A very devious and perverted plan.

 

Walter may have been a dissolute degenerate most of the time but given a clear objective he was capable of hard and dedicated work if the result was of sufficient interest. In this case it was sex so it was.

 

He spent many hours making holes in his back wall until he found what he was looking for. Then working at night he began removing bricks until he had a door sized opening. Through the open space in the shared wall he found the wooden back on a small cubicle. Carefully he cut through at the sides so he could remove the panel. On the other side was a full length mirror. He took measurements and replaced the panel. Over the next few days he fabricated an identical copy, well nearly identical then when he was fully satisfied one night he removed the original and replaced it with his new one. On his side of the wall he made a bookcase which swung on a hinge so that when closed it covered the opening in the wall and he was ready.    

 

 

Special Agent Jenny Richards stared into the mirror turning this way and that studying her superb naked body. On the other side of the now two way mirror Walter Craddock, his cock in his hand, did exactly the same.

 

Happy with what she saw Jenny bent down and picked up the first part of the costume. She bent down low and slid the stocking over her foot. Behind the mirror Walter's hand sped up as the blond pointed her magnificent buttocks straight at him but his gaze concentrated on the confluence of her thighs and the beautiful vagina that seemed to wink at him. He leaned forward and pressed his nose against the glass bare inches from Jenny's sweet pussy.

 

The blond smoothed the nylon up her leg stretching it until it reached the middle of her thigh then bent and did the other leg. Walter was vibrating with lust at the sight of the naked blond in sheer dark nylons. Next she clipped a black suspender belt round her waist and joined it to the stocking tops. Again she checked herself in the mirror and Walter studied her tall slender tanned body with it's fabulous spherical breasts as well as her naked hairless pussy.

 

She held up the tiny panties which appeared to be of the thong variety with a minuscule transparent front triangle. She snuggled them between her thighs tugging the rear string between her buttocks and barely covering her vagina with the lacy material. If she'd pulled just a little harder the material would have disappeared deep inside her.

 

The shoes that had been provided were real fuck me pumps. Shiny black patent leather with four inch high heels. She bent and slipped them on bringing Walter closer and closer to his ultimate release. In the mirror she could see they elongated her legs making them even more attractive if that were possible. The outfit included a lace head piece which she fixed to her blond tresses then finally a short, very short black and white dress. Slipping it on she adjusted her oversized breasts jiggling them until they settled in a comfortable position. The scooped neck left a huge ravine like cleavage of soft pink flesh on display only just hiding her large areolas and the dress was so short it barely covered her ass leaving inches of naked flesh above her stocking tops exposed. Then she gazed at herself in the mirror.

 

The classic sexy French maid stared back at her tottering on the ridiculously high heels. On the other side of the mirror Walter groaned gripped his cock like his life depended on it and shot his seed high into the air.

 

Jenny didn't know whether to feel glad or not. She'd hoped for a costume that was more modest than the nurses uniform. This one seemed just as bad. The area of skin exposed was roughly the same for both outfits and offered equal opportunity for wandering hands such as the old man's or Billy's to touch her up. Still she had to concede she did look fantastic.

 

Swishing the curtain aside she teetered out of the changing room. Lola and Trixy watched the young blond approach much appreciating the sight of her rippling breasts and mile long nylon clad legs as she did her best not to lurch into the displays.

 

'So what do you think?' asked Lola.

 

Jenny thought then said 'I think Mr. Witherspoon will die happy when he sees me in this.'

 

'I don't believe the Doctor would allow that. Perhaps you could give him a preview just to be sure.'

 

Jenny smiled ruefully. She was sure the young Doctor Roy would be only to glad to see her in this get up. He'd promised to continue her 'training' and with her dressed like this they'd almost certainly finish the way the first one had with him banging her unmercifully until they both cried out in ecstasy.

 

Lola perused the blonds costume. 'Turn' she ordered and Jenny presented her back to the two women. 'Is it easy to move in?'

 

Jenny twisted this way and that then to the women's delight bent forward presenting them with a perfect view of her mile long nylon clad legs, suspender belt and as near as damn it naked ass.

 

'Hold it there' said Trixy.

 

Jenny held the pose bent over in front of the leering women until she felt hands adjusting her stocking tops and incidentally giving her thighs a good grope. 'Just a little more dear' said Trixy.

 

Jenny bent all the way until her hands would have touched her toes. The sisters stooped behind her as the ridiculously short dress rode all the way up exposing the blonds naked butt cheeks to their lustful gaze. With their hand still stroking her thighs they studied the perfect peach like cheeks paying particular attention to the string between them. It ran over Jenny's butt hole but left a good part of the crinkly orifice in view.

 

Eventually they let the unsuspecting blond stand up facing them. 'Bend forward again' instructed Trixy and once more Jenny bent at the waist. This time the scooped neck of the maids dress revealed the young woman's massive breasts that swung down showing a vertigo inducing cleavage.

 

The women stared dreamily at the soft undulating udders for a few seconds until Trixy said 'Here's another outfit to try. Keep the stockings, suspender belt and shoes.'

 

Jenny took the proffered items and returned to the changing cubical. Inside she slipped off the lace headpiece, dress, and panties. Behind the mirror Walter had gripped his cock again and was working it up and down watching the young lady strip off her clothes again exposing her bountiful boobs, positively pulchritudinous butt cheeks and enticing pussy slit. He noted that the dressing up in the sexy costume had started to engorge her pussy lips as they seemed to be bigger, fatter and redder than they had been. 

 

The new panties were almost identical to the others except they were a royal blue in colour. She slid them up her legs and nestled them in place. She realised that her ass was completely bare and was going to stay that way as the new costume didn't appear to include a dress. There were only three remaining items and she stared at them confused. One was obviously a hat. A flat blue cap with a stiff black peak. The others were just round discs also blue in colour each with a hole in the middle and what appeared to be a spring loaded mechanism or some sort that would grip anything poked through the hole.

 

Lola suddenly pulled aside the curtain. 'How are you doing dear' she enquired.

 

'What are these?' asked Jenny innocently.

 

Lola laughed 'They're pasties dear.'

 

The blond looked confused.

 

'They cover your ... ' said Lola pointing at Jenny's tits.

 

'But how?'

 

'You wet them and they stick on then you click the spring and Bob's your uncle.'

 

Jenny looked even more confused.

 

'Here let me' said Lola having set the snare. She took the pastie in one hand then with the other seized Jenny's tit and lowering her head started to lick round and round the young blonds areola.

 

'What are you doing' exclaimed the blond.

 

Lola looked up from her pleasant task 'got to wet the area dear' she explained reasonably.

 

'Oh' said Jenny as Lola resumed licking her tit. It only took second for her tongue to cover the areola in saliva but she kept slowly licking round and round while softly massaging the boob before she sucked the entire tit peak into her mouth and began working on the rapidly erecting nipple. Jenny wriggled as bolts of pleasure shot through her tit. The dark haired lesbian knew her business as she attacked the blonds super sensitive breast.

 

Lola let the nipple pop from her mouth. Jenny thought she'd finished and would attach the pastie but instead she called out 'Trixy could you come in here and help please.' The shop owner must have been waiting for the pre-arranged invitation as she appeared through the curtain in a New York second. 'Prepare the other one would you Trixy' said Lola.

 

Together the two women turned Jenny's nearly naked body to face the mirror so that she, and Walter, could watch wide eyed and fascinated as they attacked her tits. Each woman did their best to lift one great mammary but lots of flesh overflowed their grasping hands. As one they dipped their heads and worked busily on her areolas and nipples.

 

Behind the mirror Walter couldn't believe his eyes. The two elder women were molesting the huge mammaries of young blond licking and sucking a tit each. His hand was working overtime on his rock-hard erection. Jenny felt light headed as the women used the excuse of attaching the pasties as a ploy to get their hands and mouths on the blonds mammoth boobs. They held her writhing body as they sucked and nipped on the thick rubbery tips elongating each nipple to a prodigious length.

 

'Please ... stop please' begged Jenny trying to push the women away until her nipples popped out with a wet slurping sound from the hot maws of the lesbian sisters. Jenny's chest heaved as her breath came in giant gulps. Her cheeks and chest were a deep pink with arousal. Not giving her a seconds respite Lola slipped the pastie over Jenny's inch long nipple then pulled it hard. The tit stretched out in a cone shape. At it's full extension she flicked the spring and it clamped shut gripping the rubbery flesh with tiny teeth.

 

Jenny yelped as the teeth bit into her erect nipple but before she could object more Trixy slipped the other pastie over her other nipple. She followed her sisters example and stretched the blonds tit outward by pulling it hard but before she released the spring she stared deeply into the Jenny's soft blue eyes. Her eyes were big and held a pleading look but Trixy wasn't going to be merciful. With a smile she flicked the spring and the teeth once more bit home.

 

Jenny yelped again as the metal pierced her skin. The teeth were so small that they drew no blood even though they broke the skin of her thick nipples but they did cinch them hard. The spring gripped with a constant pressure sending electric jolts through the blonds tits. Every-time she moved and her tits swung or bounced fresh flashes of pleasure shot through her nipples keeping them constantly stimulated.

 

Lola clapped the hat on Jenny's head. It said 'Police' across it. 'There you are dear' she said pointing at the blonds reflection in the mirror. Jenny stared at herself. 'Slutty Cop' announced Lola.

 

Jenny felt her pussy spasming as the teeth chewed on her nipples. Every movement seemed to increase the pressure on her nipples not unlike the Chinese Water torture. The longer the springs gripped her flesh the more intense the bolts of pleasure shooting through her tits became. 

 

Walter watched. The blond was beginning to shake. Her mouth was wide open and her chest heaved. This just made matters worse as her tits shuddered and increased the sensations even more.

 

Suddenly Lola and Trixy in unison grabbed each of Jenny's tits in both of their hands and sunk their fingers into the soft pliant flesh. Then as one they shook each massive tit like a terrier shaking a rat.

 

Jenny felt an explosion of sensation flood her tits. With a long drawn out moan her orgasm erupted in her cunt. The lesbian sisters practically held her up by her tits. Never before had she climaxed by just having her breasts abused and aroused but now she felt the erotic gut wrenching sensation suffusing her pussy, clit and loins as they worked their fingers deep into the huge fleshy mounds. 

 

The secret agent was still in a lethargic post orgasmic state as the two sisters dragged her by her reddened and finger marked tits out of the cubicle and lay her face up on a leather padded bench. Lola wrenched Jenny's lacy panties down exposing her juicy cunt. The submissive blonds ordeal wasn't over not by a long shot.

 

'I've got a couple of new toys just arrived from Japan. Lets test them on her' Trixy suggested. Lola nodded. 'You get them I'll just use these old favourites.'

 

Trixy moved off to the Sex Toys section while Lola took the comatose blonds wrists and slipping them under the bench clamped them together with pink fluffy handcuffs. She did Jenny's ankles in the same way before she could object trapping the blond on the bench with her entire body exposed and defenceless. 

 

Trixy returned and smiled at Lola's handiwork then ripping open a plastic carton held up her prize. Lola studied the long shaft. It looked like an ordinary vibrator although it was a full twelve inches in length and as thick as her wrist, the sort that was so powerful it had to be plugged in to the wall as batteries just wouldn't be able to run it for more than a few minutes. Lola raised an questioning eyebrow. Surely her sister could come up with more than this. Then Trixy flicked the switch and Lola let out an incredulous laugh at what she saw.

 

The unsuspecting Jenny lay back on the leather bench her eyes closed almost dropping off to sleep when she felt something begin to enter her moist puffy pussy. The handcuffs on her ankles and the width of the bench held her legs spread so she couldn't resist as her labia was forced open and the object moved deeper inside her. Lola gripped her nipples and the surge of pain and pleasure took her mind off the invader for a second and Trixy pushed it another couple of inches inside her. The chains of the cuffs on her wrists and ankles clinked as Jenny attempted to free herself but the pink fluffy cuffs were just as efficient as real ones and held her captive. 'Stop please' the restrained blond pleaded but neither of the women paid her any attention as Trixy gave a final hard shove and buried the giant vibrator into the blonds vagina until the tip touched her cervix.

 

Jenny wrenched at the cuffs as the shop owner adjusted the controller on the base of the vibrator to the top setting and with a nod to her sister flicked the switch.

 

The two lesbian sisters watched expectantly as for a few seconds nothing happened. Then the bound blond let out a tiny 'Oh my' as the vibrator activated. The twelve inches of plastic inside the blond was a triumph of invention and engineering and had a number of programs. Trixy had set it to run through it's entire repertoire. It vibrated softly at the very tip sending delightful sensations through Jenny's cervix and womb. The column was divided into six sections. The tip shut off and the next section vibrated. Then the next and the next until the section directly beneath Jenny's clit started up. Her body shuddered as the vibrations sent bolts of erotic pleasure through her clit. Then the vibrations started to move back the other way until just the tip was buzzing inside her. Slowly the buzzing rippled up and down the length of the vibrator making it feel almost like it was being pumped inside her.    

 

The vibration stopped and Jenny's writhing body quieted until she lay still. The vibrator started it's second program. The entire length of the column began to undulate moving, writhing and squirming. Slowly at first the shaft swayed like a belly dancer then it sped up until to the moaning blond it felt like she had a maddened snake inside her pussy. The plastic shaft slid and slithered worming about inside her rubbing against every nerve ending she possessed in her dripping vagina.

 

The next phase was the ripple. The tip seemed to expand inside her then it deflated. The next section followed then the next and the next. The movements reversed back until they reached the tip again. The ripple motion speeded up running from the tip to the base and back. The captive blond strained against the metal cuffs holding her as inside her it felt like a mouse was running up and down the length of her pussy. She was starting to become more vocal moaning and begging, calling to God as the sensations inside her built.

 

Trixy produced a second vibrator. This one long and thin with ridges along it's length. The vibrator finished it's ripple phase and as the blond lay motionless she wormed it between Jenny's buttocks and inserted it inside her anus. The blond reacted with a surprised cry as Trixy activated the rear vibrator. She wriggled at the new sensation surging through her bowels but no amount of squirming could eject the intruder past it's prominent ridges.

 

Lola seized Jenny's head and kissed her. A deep sensual kiss mashing their lips together and delving her tongue deep inside the blonds mouth. Then she clamped her hand over the blonds mouth gripping her nostrils cutting off the blonds oxygen. Trixy for her part moved up and again grasped Jenny's breasts. The tips were still gripped by the tiny teeth of the pasties and Trixy used them to move the blonds abused tits up and down and round and round on her chest.

 

The vibrator inside the blonds cunt entered it's last phase. The devious device began doing all the first three phases at the same time so the buzzing, squirming and rippling of the plastic column hit the blond all in one go. She struggled unable to breath, her chest erupting with pleasure from Trixy's manhandling and the twin vibrators filling her loins with devastating vibrations and squirming movement.

 

The captive blond 'Mmmmph'd as she felt her lungs begin to burn. She was running out of air and Lola gave no sign of releasing her. Trixy worked on her huge breasts violently whipping the tips left and right forcing the teeth deeper into her erect nipples forcing pain to shoot through her chest. She gripped the pasties and twisted them savagely. Inside her the vibrator had switched into it's top speed mode. The vibrations were buzzing like a demented swarm of hornets, the rippling moved swiftly up and down the length of her cunt and the whole column writhed and squirmed as if the snake was fighting for it's life.

 

Jenny felt her world going black as her brain ran short on oxygen then her loins began to climax. Trixy squeezed the pasties gripping her nipples and with a grunt lifted them as high as she could, as high as the skin of Jenny's breasts would stretch. The torture of her tits, the buzzing vibrator deep in her ass, the pussy pummelling vibrator and her lack of oxygen suddenly came together and the cuffed blond felt her loins explode in a muscle locking climactic orgasm.

 

She writhed and shuddered as a crescendo of pleasure crashed through her cunt radiating out filling the whole of her body with a nerve shredding orgasm. Again and again she jerked and trembled as fresh climaxes hit her. Each time she orgasmed Trixy pulled on her tits stretching them upwards into obscene cones of tortured flesh. The multiple orgasms came each more intense than the last as Trixy and the two vibrators worked their magic on the blonds captive body. Then she stretched out like a yawning cat and with an agonised cry one final orgasmic surge was ripped from her body then she collapsed back onto the leather bench unconscious.

 

The lesbian sisters high-fived each other. This was the best they'd ever done with a victim. Never before had they managed multiple machine gun orgasms and total unconsciousness. But they still weren't satisfied. The blond had had her pleasure but now it was their turn. They extracted the vibrators and released Jenny's tortured nipples from the metal clips then Lola slapped Jenny's face until she awoke. The blonds heavy lidded eyes looked up as the two women began to strip. Slowly it dawned on the blond that her ordeal still wasn't over. 'No more, please' she begged but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

 

Lola slid three fingers deep into the captive blond's pussy. Jenny would have cried out if Trixy hadn't thrown her leg over her face and slammed her cunt down hard onto her open mouth. She then rode the blonds face rubbing her clit and pussy over the blonds lips and tongue. Lola finger fucked the blond pumping her fingers deep inside her hot wet womanhood as she unconsciously used her tongue to attack Trixy's cunt.

 

The lesbian sisters used the blond for an hour. When one was sitting on her face the other abused her blood infused cunt with fingers and tongue and lips. Lola sat on Jenny's sucking mouth facing down her body and every-time she felt the blond giving any less then her most enthusiastic performance she'd signal her displeasure by attacking her mammoth boobs either gripping the abused still throbbing nipples and jiggling them or by simply slapping them till each tit turned an angry red.

 

Jenny's body was sated but the constant manipulation and fondling and probing of her cunt brought her once more near to orgasm. Lola was sitting on her face just about to orgasm as Trixy tucked her thumb in and shoving hard burying her entire hand deep inside the bound blond. Jenny erupted with a mind blowing orgasm as Trixy violently fisted her spasming cunt, Lola erupted spurting juices all over the blonds face.

 

Eventually the sisters were sated by the four orgasms they'd shared on the blonds juice covered face. She herself was almost unconscious having been abused by both women. It didn't occur to Jenny at the time but she was gradually working her way through the entire Witherspoon family.

 

The sisters stared down at Jenny as she moaned pathetically shuddering with post orgasmic spasms. 'Want to see the new latex gear' enquired Trixy.

 

'Love to' responded her sister 'would it fit her?' she said nodding at the insensible blond.

 

'Sure it would. You get her naked I'll get the stuff then we'll put her on ice and finish our business over a nice cup of tea and a scone.

 

Lola stripped the unresponsive and sweat sheened Jenny stark naked and Trixy returned with an armful of shiny black latex and four leather cuffs. Together they manhandled the blond into the latex body suit. The sweat on her body actually helped it slide on. The suit just covered Jenny's upper body leaving her arms and legs bare. There seemed to be multiple zippers that could expose just about any part of her body. The sisters then added the four leather cuffs. They were three inches wide and were held together with industrial sized buckles. Each wrist and each ankle received one.

 

The blond agent moaned as she was lifted up by the two lesbians and roughly dragged across the shop to the devices section. There they stood her against a giant tubular steel frame and before she could stop them or object attached the cuff to the four corners leaving the blond spread-eagled against the metal.

 

Jenny seemed to revive a little and stared around her slowly looking from one cuffed wrist to the other. She shook her wrists trying to free them. Just as she was about to open her mouth Trixy lifted a black latex hood and forced it down over the writhing blonds head. The hood slid down covering her ears and the bottom cinched tight around her throat. The gap at the front left Jenny's eyes, nose and mouth free. That is until Trixy held up a large red ball gag. Lola smiled as Trixy struggled to force it into the unwilling blonds mouth. Eventually Lola jabbed straight fingers into Jenny's stomach and her mouth involuntarily jerked open allowing Trixy to jam the big red rubber ball between her teeth. The Leather strap buckled behind the blonds head.

 

The two sisters stood back watching and listening to the muffled curses of the pitifully struggling blond.

 

'Lets retire to the office an you can pick out the costumes you want and I'll work out the cost.' Looking back at the blond she continued 'also we've just had a consignment of strap-ons, vibrators and dildos you might find interesting.' Smiling happily the sisters left the moaning blond hanging from the steel frame.

 

All was quiet in the shop. Jenny calmed down and studied her position. She'd had training in escaping from various bondage positions but the leather cuffs were tight and strong. The clips holding her wrists and ankles in place were equally industrial and no pulling and tugging was going to shift any of them. All she could do was wait as the sweat gathered again on her body inside the skin tight black latex suit. The hood was a bugger as well and God she hated fucking ball gags. Why did they have to taste like a rubber sock. Not to mention the pressure they put on her jaw muscles.

 

At the back of the shop Walter sat with an amazed look on his face. God the things those women had done to the poor blond. Never had he seen a big titted bimbo so thoroughly used and abused. It had been like two lionesses devouring a struggling still alive Wilder-beast on the Serengeti. He'd never felt so aroused in his life. He had to have some of that for himself.

 

He rose up from his 'Wanking Seat' as he called it. Part of his new found income came from selling time in the seat to anyone who wanted to watch through the two way mirror unsuspecting women changing into and out of the dresses, lingerie and fetish gear sold by the shop but his other income came from stealing the stock itself. He reached up and slipped four well hidden clips and pulled open the two way mirror he'd installed. Stepping through he listened for any sign of the proprietor. Slowly he crept through the shop towards the captive blond. With a last silent check he stepped out before her.

 

He stared at her body stretched out on the metal frame. Her perfect long legs were spread wide and her sweat sheened skin looked utterly flawless. Her torso and loins were encased in the skin tight black latex. The bulges on her chest showed her tits had been painfully compressed forcing them into the too small costume. Her head was sheathed in identical latex making her appear bald her ears pressed tight to her head. The gag was bright red and had been forced into her mouth stretching her lips wide. A trickle of saliva just managed to escape from the edges. The cuffs were huge and thick and tough. The buckles were chunky and clamped the leather tight around her wrists and ankles. Steel clips attached each cuff to the tubular frame which hardly moved no matter how hard she struggled to free herself.

 

It took Jenny a few seconds to realise that someone was standing in front of her staring at her. She stared back then made a muffled 'Mmmmph' sound and rattled her wrist cuffs.

 

'What? Let you free?' Walter whispered.

 

'Hmmmm' nodded Jenny frantically.

 

She felt the relief flood through her as he replied 'O.K. lady' then her world fell apart once more as he continued 'after I've had a little taste of the goods. Assuming those two lezzies have left any for us red blooded males that is.'

 

'Hmmmm' Jenny beseeched with her pitiful muffled plea while her wide eyes implored him for mercy as he reached up and drew down the central zipper on the black latex suit. As it passed her chest the pressure of her packed in tits forced the sides apart showing him her massive cleavage.

 

Chuckling he slid his grubby hands inside the suit and gathering her tits together flipped them out of their latex prison. 'Good God girly' he teased 'You don't get many of these to the pound.' Then he buried his face in her tits and rubbed then together against his unshaven cheeks.

 

Jenny writhed and emitted muffled groans as the odious little man assaulted her already sore and well used tits. He took great fistfuls of her soft flesh and roughly mauled them as he'd seen the women doing. He pinched her nipples and puffy areolas making her moan and jerk in her bindings. Then he stuffed the peak of her left tit in his mouth and sucked and sucked and sucked. Her rubbery nipples still erected even after all the abuse they'd received and he nipped and bit them. He drew back his sucking mouth stretching out her tit flesh until even his hard suckage was unable to hold on to her soft flesh and her tit slipped from his mouth with a dirty wet slurping sound. He molested her other tit in the same savage way and then the first again. Never had he handled a pair of tits so fine and beautiful and he took pride in making her jerk and spasm as he joyfully defiled her bountiful breasts. He sucked, slapped, pinched and moulded one tit then switch to the other, He sucked on one while massaging the other then switch sides. If he wasn't scared of being discovered he'd have abused the blonds tits until christmas.

 

No amount of writhing or moaning was going to shift this disgusting man from his target. She could smell his odour as he molested her mammoth bosom mauling and moulding her soft pliant flesh and sucked and licked her skin.

 

Finally he stopped and studied the suit. Another zipper started just above navel and continued down through her spread legs and up over her butt. She watched his shining eyes as he reached for it. Slowly he teased her by drawing it down a tooth at a time until he had to reach round her to pull it back up to the small of her back.

 

The zip opened the suit and allowed him access to her loins. He spread the latex aside exposing her pussy. His fingers touched her eliciting a muffled 'Mmmmph' from her ball gagged mouth. Then he stopped and listened. He turned to her and whispered 'did you hear anything?'

 

Nonplussed she shook her head. 'No neither did I' and he shoved his finger deep inside her cunt.

 

Her body jerked at the sudden intrusion and he laughed quietly as he pumped first one then two fingers into her.

 

Inevitably he tired of abusing her pussy and as she stared wide eyed at him he slowly deliberately pulled down the zip on his trousers freeing his rock hard cock. It wasn't a monster but that wasn't the point. It was still a cock and he meant to shove it just where she didn't want him to. The only thing that could save her now was if the women returned. She looked over toward the office door.

 

Nothing. He shoved and moaned as she felt his cock filling her abused cunt.

 

He went to town on her captive body rutting like a rampant stag jamming his shaft inside her with absolutely no finesse or mercy. He held on to her hanging tits as he slammed his cock into her moist and sore vagina. Although the hood and gag disfigured and hid her face he could see her eyes and the look of abject misery only urged him on. He poured out is hate for the good looking people, the ones who ignored or reviled him. He took out all of his spiteful bile and resentment on the beautiful body of the shackled young blond. He gloried in the jerking writhing of her body and the pitiful 'Hmmmph'ing sounds she made.

 

Finally he felt his orgasm rising. It would be his fourth since he'd laid eyes on the blond the first time when she'd stripped naked before his runny bloodshot eyes. With an agonised grunt his balls emptied the last of his ejaculate deep inside her hot wet cunt filling her with is vile seed. Again and again he jerked until only a tiny ooze of semen seeped from the eye of his cock.

 

He hung on to her pinioned body in a post orgasmic haze as his cock softened inside her hot loins. For the first time in his abject life he felt like the alpha male. He'd fucked the beautiful blond and filled her with his potent sperm. He was in the mood to go again but he's already ridden his luck as well as the woman. He released her agonising tits and slid is cock from her abused and semen filled pussy leaving her hanging abjectly from her leather cuffed wrists. Quickly he did up the zips leaving her as he'd found her, apart from a cunt full of gism, and quietly crept back to the changing room and stepping back through relocked the two way mirror closed.

 

 

Lola had driven Jenny back to the house in silence. She could feel the blond was angry but she assumed it was because they'd cuffed her to the bondage frame and left her hanging there for a hour. She didn't know about Walter and what he'd done to the captive young woman. Jenny for her part felt all sorts of emotions. She was tired sated from multiple orgasms forced from her body by the lesbian sisters, she felt disgusted by the rape by Walter and to top it all she was completely knackered and just wanted to scour her body to clean off the sweat and bodily fluids then curl up and sleep.

 

Whether Lola and the rest of the household detected this she didn't know but they gave her a wide berth and left her in peace for the next couple of days. Even Billy didn't try his luck.

 

It couldn't last.

 

The winters day dawned and Jenny rose from her bed and showered. When she returned naked and towelling off the last of the wetness from her flawless skin she found a box sitting innocently on the bottom of her bed. Curious to see what it was she ripped it open. Inside was the costume she'd be wearing that day. The blond agent stared open mouthed at the boxes contents. There was a pair of curly toes saddles, a pair of semi-transparent pants and an equally see-through loose short top. It was a classic harem girl costume in a soft lilac colour.

 

Jenny groaned inwardly. She'd preyed for more demure apparel and she'd got the opposite. Slowly she drew the lace harem pants up her legs as high as she could and clipped them shut. They only just reached above her hip bones. The top was very short and she found that it only buttoned at the very top. This meant it opened easily and it was so short the very bottoms of her breasts were exposed. The curly toed slippers completed the negligible costume.

 

She stared at her reflection in the long mirror. To her dismay every nook and cranny and peak was in plain site. Her dark areolas and nipples were the most obvious poking prominently through the translucent material and her mammoth breasts pushed the top outward and upward revealing the bottom sweep of each milky white tit. The pants were just as see-through and failed completely to hide the line of her pussy. Turning and looking back over her shoulder she wasn't surprised to see the lace plastered tightly to the twin globes of her well rounded ass cheeks.

 

Although she felt nearly naked and embarrassed she had to admit she looked good as a harem slave or courtesan. She could just imagine a flashing eyed dark skinned sheik on a white charger sweeping her up in his arms, taking her back to his tent then on a bed of finely woven carpets and pillows ripping the lace garments from her ripe body and ravishing her until she begged him for mercy.      

 

In that erotic frame of mind she peaked out of her bedroom door to check the coast was clear. The last thing she wanted was to run into someone like Stimkins in this get up. She could just imagine the contemptuous and supercilious sneer he'd give her if he caught sight of her barely clothed body.

 

The gauze felt delicious on her skin as she walked along to Mr. Witherspoons bedroom. The costume was so light she felt like she was hardly wearing anything at all. She turned the door knob and pushed open the door just as Billy moved to leave. He stood transfixed blocking the doorway at the sight that stood before him. Jenny swiftly covered her tits and pussy and shouted at him to 'get out of the way' but he stood unmoving. Eventually Jenny reached out to grab him and physically move his slender frame. As she grabbed his shoulders he stepped forwards and wrapped his arms round her his hands resting on her naked lower back.

 

Jenny shrieked and tried to push him away as being so much shorter then her his face was buried in her bosom. But the cheeky lad wasn't going to release is prize so easily. The blond felt his hands descend over her gauze covered butt and his fingers sink into her soft plump ass cheeks. Meanwhile his face was rubbing blissfully against her tits.

 

Jenny swung the young lad round and with a grunt shoved him out into the hallway. He had a wide smile on his cheeky face having gotten his hands on the blond once more and now he'd had a feel of her mountainous breasts as well. 'Morning Miss Jenny' he said 'off to work are we?'

 

Jenny slammed the door in his face, cheeky bastard. The ruckus had roused the old man on the bed who turned to see the back-side of the young blond. Literally the back-side clad as it was in nothing but see-through lace. Then she turned and he nearly had the predicted heart attack. Her areolas had darkened and her nipples erected from rubbing against the lace while Billy had her in his grip. He glanced down and there was the pussy he'd so recently dipped his fingers into.

 

As it had been a couple of days since she had last engaged in any shenanigans with the old man he was full of beans and only too eager to get his hands on the blond especially as she was as good as naked already but he decided to delay himself the ultimate prize just for a few minutes. 'Dance for me' he ordered.

 

'What?'

 

'Dance, girly. Like they do in the films.'

 

She sighed. She wasn't going to get away with a simple hug or smooch today.

 

Jenny was a graceful mover most of the time but when it came to dancing she was in a class of her own and a sight to behold. Slowly she began to sway as if she was the serpent hypnotised by the drone of the snake charmers pipe. Her sinuous limbs bent and stretched until it seemed her bones had turned to rubber. Her fingers flexed and her head swayed. Slowly she turned presenting the old man with her softly undulating lace covered butt.

 

On the bed old man Witherspoon watched mesmerised by the sensual movement of the young woman. He felt the blood rushing through his veins like it hadn't for a good many years much of it heading straight to his aged loins until it looked like he was sleeping in a tent. 

 

Jenny turned back to face him. Slowly her arms rose upwards her supple body still twisting to and fro to the silent music. The old man licked his lips as the lace top she was wearing rode up revealing her magnificent boobs which like the rest of her body swayed from side to side swinging and softly slapping together. He noted her areolas were more puffy than he'd ever seen them and had become darker than usual.

 

Slowly she moved nearer and nearer to his bedside every second bringing her fabulous body closer to his grasp. She was beginning to feel her body becoming aroused. Maybe it was the dance or maybe it was just the amount of sex she'd been getting or more accurately been subjected to over recent days. What ever the cause her nipples were rock hard as they rubbed against the lace top and her pussy moist and swollen. 

 

'Take it off' gasped the old man as the blond swayed just inches from him.

 

Jenny slipped the button on the lace top and slid it down her arms. Now naked above the waist she gyrated a little quicker. The effect on her mammoth breasts was tantalising as the unfettered twin globes of perfection moved in unison like two giant water balloons. She danced faster twisting her torso and hips. Her breasts heaved and swung sometimes slapping together. The young blonds eyes half closed as the erotic sensations filled her. She seized her boobs in her small hands and massaged them. She gasped as her fingers pinched her long erect nipples     

 

Without being asked she slid the harem pants down her legs and kicked off the curly toed slippers. As if under some sort of hypnotic thrall or a desperate need she threw back the bed clothes and crawled on to the bed. Old man Witherspoon could only lie there captivated by her sinuous body as she straddled his legs. He let out a gasp as her slim cool fingers gripped his eight inch rock hard cock and positioned it at the entrance of her pussy.

 

She teased him for a few seconds looking deep in to his pleading eyes then sank her hips down impaling herself on his rampant shaft. Asthe fleshy shaft entered her she let out a long satisfied carnal 'aaah.'

 

He felt the warmth of her love tunnel engulfing his manhood. Further down she pushed forcing more and more of him inside her cunt until their hips met. Her internal muscles gripped his cock holding him deep inside her body.

 

His old eyes met her soft blue ones. All he could do was whisper a heartfelt 'Thank you.'   

 

Jenny felt a wave of affection for the old man. She leant forwards and gently kissed his old lips. As she did so she raised her hips allowing most of his love juice covered cock to slip out of her vagina. She felt him shudder then hold his breath until with a determined shove she sank back down until his shaft was again buried all the way inside her pussy.

 

Her body began to rise and fall rhythmically sliding up and down his turgid cock. Their breathing quickened and his sinewy hands rose up to caress her skin. He wasn't going to last long so she had to do something extra if she was to reach her climax as he did his. She gripped his wrists and moved his hands to her breasts. 'Hard' she ordered.

 

His old fingers sank deep into her soft pliant breasts gripping fistfuls of her flesh. Jenny bounced up and down joyfully riding the old man's cock like a jockey on a derby winner. 'Harder' she rasped.

 

Joe Witherspoon already thought he was hurting her gripping her soft tits as hard as he was but she wanted more. He gripped one of her giant mammaries in both hands and jammed the peak between his teeth and bit down on the puffy areola.

 

The blond jerked as the pain shot through her tit and she felt the extra turbo charged sensation in her loins. The old man gnawed on her nipple then switched to the other tit. She seemed to love having her tits abused and tortured as her bouncing hips slammed down on his cock.

 

He felt her body shudder and seize. Her muscles locked and her teeth ground together as a hot flush of pussy juice covered his cock. His aged balls contracted and his semen mixed with her juices inside her womanhood. Together they rode out their simultaneous climaxes moving against each other maximising the sensations erupting from their conjoined sex organs.

 

Her body relaxed and she slid off him to lie by his side.

 

They lay for ten minutes entwined in each others arms before Jenny jerked awake. The creak of the floorboards told her Billy was approaching and she could just see the look on his face if he caught the two of them like this. Quickly she leapt up and grabbing the lace harem gear stood back against the wall next to the bedroom door. As Billy entered she silently slipped past him out on to the landing.

 

The move would have been a perfect example of her supple dexterity had she not run full pelt straight into Stimkins.

 

The two of them crashed to the floor. The tall gangly Butler sat up and immediately his stiff reserve broke. 'Gott im Himmel' he gasped. In front of him was the British blond totally naked with her legs spread wide displaying every inch of her not inconsiderable assets to his shocked gaze.

 

Jenny shrieked and leaping up bolted to her room leaving the harem costume scattered on the landing. God knew what she was going to say the next time she crossed paths with the Butler. She was worried because his was the only room she hadn't managed to search yet. He kept it locked and he seemed a little too attentive to her movements.

 

 

 

On subsequent days she 'cared' for Old Mr. Witherspoon. Each morning a new costume appeared as if by magic.

 

The first day it had been the Harem Girl see-through lacy costume.

 

On the following day the box held a long scarlet evening gown, blue opera gloves that reached above her elbows and red high-heeled shoes. There was no underwear or stockings. The final item was a long red wig. She slipped into the dress which clung to every ridge and valley of her body accentuating her massive tits and ass and also her narrow waist and flat stomach. Looking in the mirror it took her a few seconds to realise she was dressed as Jessica Rabbit. She didn't like the dress much. It was almost impossible to move without flashing most of her legs and if she wasn't very careful a lot more besides and the bodice without a bra offered very little support for her huge mammaries which obscenely bounced and shimmied as she walked.

 

 

On the third day Jenny found herself stuffing her tits into a skin tight Super-heroine costume. The patriotic red, white and blue shiny latex followed every curve and dip of her body. The bikini pants as usual left her entire butt exposed. The whole was finished off with red boots and a tiara. She was getting desperate to get to the bottom of her assignment. All she seemed to be doing was 'caring' for Mr. Witherspoon, dodging Billy's wandering hands and avoiding Lola, Velma and Stimkins whenever possible. Eventually she saw Stimkins leave the house. Selecting her best lock picks she rushed to his room and in less than a minute had the door open. She found nothing except what might be expected in the room of a stuffy aloof Butler. Muttering oaths under her breath she slipped out of the bedroom. As she was re-locking the door she heard the quiet creak of a moving floorboard behind her. She froze then wheeled round to find Billy smirking at her.

 

'Billy ... err ... Billy' she stuttered at a loss for words.

 

'Hello Miss Jenny. What you doin'.'

 

'Erm ... I was ... err ... looking for Stimkins' she finished quickly.

 

'He's gone out Miss. I don't think he'd like it if he knew you'd been in his room. I don't think he'd like it at all.'

 

'No I don't suppose he would' replied Jenny not liking the smirk on the young lads face.

 

'But don't worry miss I'll let im' know you was lookin' for 'im and that you couldn't find 'im in his room.'

 

'Err ... Billy ... Billy I'd rather you didn't do that. Lets just keep it as our secret shall we. Hmmmm?'

 

Billy rolled his eyes dramatically 'I don't know if I could do that Miss, what with Mr. Stimkins being so keen on no one goin' in his room that is.'

 

'Look Billy' said Jenny swallowing nervously. 'Surely we can come to some ... arrangement.'

 

The sandy haired lad smiled even more broadly while Jenny grimaced anxiously. Both of them understood just what she was offering at least he hoped she was offering what he thought she was offering. He crooked his finger beckoning her to stand before him. Slowly the Super-heroine clad woman stepped forward until the two were bare inches apart in fact her tits just brushed his chest.

 

'Close your eyes' he requested.

 

Jenny stared hard at him then reluctantly did as he asked. He waited building the tension. Any second now she expected to feel his hands on her body. Would he go for her bosom. her ass, her thighs heaven forbid something in between. Still she waited slightly trembling feeling his breath on her face. Suddenly she felt the barest touch of his lips on hers as he softly kissed her then before she could open her eyes he said 'Your secret is safe with me' and he turned and left her standing there.

 

She watched his back receding perplexed and unsure of her feelings. She was glad to have avoided being molested but also strangely aggrieved. She'd practically offered herself on a plate to the guy who had spent the last week trying to get to grips with her and he'd turned her down. To say she was confused was a huge understatement.

 

 

The next day she dressed as a lingerie model which would have been fine had it not been for the peep hole bra which exposed her huge areolas and nipples and the crotchless knickers which left her entire pussy on display. The costume was finished off by hold-up stockings and a see-through lacy top that only just reached the middle of her butt. The plan to 'stimulate' the old man had really worked with this one. At one point Jenny thought he was going to get up and chase her round the bed but the session took the usual course. He gave her tits a good fondling before ordering her to 'lose the top girly'. Slowly as if performing for a strip club crowd, something she'd done on a couple of occasions, Jenny teasingly loosened the peep-hole bra and dangled it over her shoulder before turning and revealing the full majesty of her twin alabaster bazookas to the old man. She hopped onto the bed and he buried his face in her bosom sucking voraciously on her turgid peaks.

 

After a minute of sucking and biting of he rubbery nipples he threw back the bed clothes freeing his rampant cock. Jenny's cool fingers closed around his shaft as his fingers sank into her unprotected pussy and together they began to masturbate each other. The old man couldn't hold out and within seconds the blond felt her hand covered with sticky warm semen as he gasped and jerked leaving her high and dry and unsatisfied.

 

 

Help was at hand though. It was on this day that the Doctor made another house call.

 

'Hello Doctor Roy' a pink cheeked and bright eyed Jenny greeted him.

 

'Hello Jenny. How have your sessions with Mr. Witherspoon been going?'

 

'Erm ... pretty well I think. You've seen him.'

 

'Yes I've been to talk to him. Unfortunately he was fast asleep as if exhausted. Are you sure you're doing it right? He's supposed to be bright and responsive not totally knackered.'

 

'Blimey' Jenny thought 'he's always awake and eager to get down to it when I'm with him the dirty old bastard.'

 

'Lets go and see shall we' and he led her into one of the unused bedrooms. 'I see you've taken my advice and dressed in a different costume.' His eyes roamed over her body taking in the peep-hole bra and the fact her areolas seemed particularly puffed up and her nipples hugely erect. Both protruded through the front of the lacy garment. I must say this one is very fetching.'

 

He slowly walked around her. When he was behind her she realised he'd stopped. She felt him take her hair and gathering it together he flipped it forwards over her shoulder. This apart from her thin bra strap and the string on her thong left her entire back naked and exposed to his gaze.   

 

Doctor Roy stood mesmerised by the sight of the blond. Her long slender neck that was usually covered by her long blond hair. The amazing musculature of her back. Broad shoulders gave way to a slender waist. Each muscle moving under her skin like well oiled machinery. Her naked bottom was the most beautiful he'd ever clapped eyes on. Plump without being fat but peach like in shape. Then there was her long athletic legs. The whole lot covered by softly tanned flawless skin.

 

Jenny shivered as he laid his hands on her shoulders. 'Tell me what happened with Mr. Witherspoon today.'

 

Stuttering she replied 'Well ... err ... at first he ... err ... touched my ... erm ... boobies.'

 

'A little like this?' the Doctor enquired as his hands stroked down her arms before crossing over to gently cup both of her lace encased breasts.

 

He felt her shudder as his soft caramel coloured hands grasped her boobs. 'Oh yes' she breathed feeling his fingers gently undulating her mammoth flashy spheres. He pulled her back until her body leant against his and her head rested on his shoulder. From his vantage point he could see down to his hands that were working on her chest.

 

'And then?' he coaxed after he'd massaged her for a minute.

 

Jenny was already feeling as if she was in a trance. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensations surging through her breasts. She'd had a few doctors in her time and maybe it was the medical training they'd all been expert at manipulating her body to bring her maximum pleasure. 'He teases my nipples' she whispered.

 

Doctor Roy's knowing fingers softly began circling the blonds puffy areolas. He felt her jerk at the first touch and the more he stroked her crinkly brown discs the more her body writhed and fidgeted. Suddenly she let out a plaintive moan as he simultaneously gripped each nipple and squeezed gently.

 

'God Don't stop' she begged him. The old man had spent his seed before she'd reached her own climax and left her high and dry. The young Doctor had just taken up where he'd left off and she could feel her orgasm building inside her loins.

 

He smiled as he manipulated her tits feeling her body trembling against his. Should he continue as she wanted or leave her hanging and move on to the next phase. He calculated that she was in such a high state of erotic arousal she'd do almost anything he wanted to gain her ultimate release. But he wasn't so cruel as to deny her. He gripped her nipples hard. He felt the shudder ripple through her body. Her own hands gripped his and her fingers pressed down on his fingers gripping her nipples. The pressure she applied was double what he would have applied and must have hurt her rubbery peaks but it was just the jolt she needed as a hard orgasm exploded in her pussy. He held her as her body writhed and squirmed. Her fingers worked her nipples sending more and more sensations through her tits making her orgasm last longer.

 

Slowly he felt her relax and start to slump but he caught her and picking her up in his arms walked  over to the bed and gently laid her on to it.

 

Jenny lay there on her back breathing hard. Her amazing chest rose and fell as she sucked in great gulps of air and allowed the post orgasmic spasms to ripple through her body while Doctor Roy stared down at her. Never had he come across a woman so responsive to erotic stimulation. It must rule her life he thought this constant craving for orgasmic release. No wonder she seemed so eager to be used by almost everyone she met. He made a note to look up the causes of nymphomania in one of his medical books.

 

Jenny sat up on the edge of the bed embarrassed at what had just occurred. Here was the young Doctor doing his best to give her some medical training and she'd just used him to like a sex toy to give her a massive orgasm. She felt ashamed at her own actions while very happy and sated at the same time.

 

'Jenny' he said.

 

She looked up at him a sparkle in her eyes 'Yes doctor?'

 

'Can you tell me what you did next with old Mr. Witherspoon.'

 

Jenny blanched then in a thin querulous voice replied 'he exposed himself and I took him in my hand.'

 

Doctor Roy felt a lump form in his lower belly as in an equally gasping voice her said 'show me ... please.'

 

The blond reached for his trousers and her dexterous fingers released his belt and drew down the zipper then lowered them past his knees. Without hesitation she grabbed his underwear and dragged them down freeing his solid brown cock.

 

A long drawn out moan escaped his lips as both of her hands closed around his shaft. 'Oh my dear Lord' he gasped as her hands began to move slowly sliding the flesh of his vein covered cock up and down. He felt just as she must have. 'Dear God don't stop' he thought as she grasped his member harder. Her fingers gripped him just below the helmet right where he was most sensitive. Suddenly her head dipped and he felt his cock enter her warm wet mouth.

 

Jenny felt grateful to the young Doctor and determined to do her best to re-pay the service he'd done her by doing it for him. She sucked on his cock while her hands worked on his shaft. Her tongue swirled round and round the big plumb like head sending bolts of pleasure through him. His hips began to move thrusting his cock-head deeper and deeper into her mouth until the head touched the back of her throat. He gripped her hair. Any thoughts of being gentle had quickly evaporated now as he buried his cock in her face.

 

Doctor Roy's eyes closed and he threw back his head. He gave a great cry and felt his internal muscles contract. Semen raced from his balls up his shaft and erupted from the end to splatter against the back of the blonds throat. She swallowed quickly before a second great rope of milky semen spurted over her tongue coating it with it's flat salty taste. He jerked and jerked as her fist gripped him holding him inside her mouth. She sucked on his cock-head extracting every last drop of essence from his shaft.. 

 

Her slim fingers slowly moved on his cock as he began to relax drawing the very last vestiges of pleasure from his still hard cock. Then she allowed his helmet to slip out from her soft lips. She thought it was over but he had other ideas. He was still a young man and the blonds formidable body still aroused him. He'd never felt so rampant. His cock just wanted more.

 

All thoughts of tenderness now gone in the throes of sexual arousal he gripped her shoulder and rolled her over until she knelt bedside the bed her upper body lying flat on it. Before she could react he knelt behind her and gripping his cock aimed it straight and true. He threw himself across her slamming his still hard cock all the way inside her cunt. He felt her react but as she was fully moist from their earlier actions it was from pleasure and not pain. With not a thought for anything but his own satisfaction he thrust into her his hips slapping against her butt. He cared not for her own pleasure as he was overtaken by his own need. He used her, took her. He didn't 'make love' to her or had sex with her he fucked her, shagged her, used her even raped her without a care hammering his cock home into her hot wet depths. With her hips against the bed there was no escape. She could only lie there as he impaled her again and again.

 

He gripped her hair and lifted her body from the bed. His hands slapped on to her breasts and he gripped great fistfuls of soft pliant flesh. Her whole body rocked as he pounded his hips forwards seeking to bury his cock deeper and deeper inside her soft body. His grip on her tits tightened drawing a groan from her as the pain seared through her bosom. She felt her own orgasm rising. He felt her loins getting hotter. He was nearly there. In a sexual frenzy he used his cock like a battering ram smashing through her defences penetrating deep into the heart of her cunt. He felt her hot wet orgasm start deep within her. It drove him wild. He was the master. He had made her cum on the end of his all conquering cock. The blond was his to use, his slave, his property. His orgasm rose within him and he drove forwards depositing his semen within her body.

 

Together they erupted. Her muscles gripped his shaft as he emptied his balls into her cunt. Her cries of 'Oh God, Oh God' joined with his grunts as he drew back his hips and with each eruption of semen slammed them forward again slapping against her quivering ass and burying his cock as far as he could inside her. Four five times he ejaculated until exhausted he fell forward over her back and lay still.

 

Jenny left the young Doctor sleeping as she crept out of the bedroom. She'd made a decision. The Butler was out, she'd searched all the rooms in the house for clues as to the identity of Von Stamper, there was only one area to check and for completion she'd better check it.

 

That was the stables. She needed to change. The obscene lingerie model costume was hardly appropriate and besides it was below freezing outside. In her room she looked at her alternatives. She couldn't wear her own clothes as she was supposed to be 'in costume'. The harem girl, Jessica Rabbit and lingerie model stuff was out so reluctantly she slipped into the latex Super-heroine gear.

 

She checked herself in the mirror. It was a generic Super-heroine costume but obviously based on that of Wonder Woman. The red, white and blue colour scheme, the red boots and tiara. It was only the fact that it was made of stretchy shiny latex and less than fifty percent of the usual size made it different from the original. The top left a huge expanse of soft tit flesh on display, her entire torso was naked showing her enviably flat and muscular stomach and the thong panties left her butt totally exposed. She was grateful for the boots which were far better for traipsing around a stable than some of the other footwear she'd worn.

 

She slipped on a big top coat and wearily exited out of the back door. The cold hit her as soon as she stepped out of the warm house and her breath condensed in the freezing air in big clouds of vapour. The stable door was unlocked so she pulled it open just enough to squeeze through then shut it tight. Inside the smell hit her first. Although there were no longer any horses their odour still remained. The earthy smells of straw, leather and manure assailed her nostrils. It was dark until she found the switch. Standing just inside the door she gazed at the layout. Six stalls that once had equine occupants bracketed a corridor, three each side. To her left was a tack room still with some items hanging from the walls and the other side used to be a small blacksmith shop which could have done farrier work. There was a large trough still with water in it. Because of the cold it had a film of ice on top.

 

Slowly the blond agent crept forward to begin her search. She didn't really expect to find anything but she had to check. She'd got less than six feet when she heard the quiet cough. Whirling round her stomach turned to lead. She stared into the black hole of a gun held in the giant hand of Stimkins, the Butler.

 

He gave her a few seconds to work out that she had no options and grinned nastily as she finally worked this out. Slowly her tense muscles relaxed and she stood up straight her breathing hard. Her eyes flashed this way and that seeking any advantage, any outlet but she was caught out in the open, trapped.

 

'So my dear you arrive at last. I have been waiting for you for some time, enough time for preparations to be made.' 

 

Jenny detected a change in the Butlers accent. He was no longer maintaining the strict clipped British tone and she could hear the slight German intonation in his voice. She decided to act shocked. 'What the hell are you doing Stimkins. Why are you pointing a gun at me?'

 

He lost the smile. 'Don't play the innocent with me. I've been watching you as you've searched the house looking for clues. You forget that any one being hunted is always completely paranoid so when you turned up I naturally assumed you were searching for me and kept you under surveillance.'

 

Desperately Jenny said the first thing she could think of. 'You're right Stimkins you are paranoid. I've no idea who you are or why you think I was looking for you. I was casing the joint for stuff to steal. I don't give a toss who you are.'

 

'Really' he responded 'Well we shall see. I have some small talent for getting to the truth. A talent I perfected in my native country during the glorious days before we were betrayed and re-united with the dirty capitalists.'

 

Jenny noted that throughout his diatribe the silenced guns aim hadn't moved in inch from her heart. She was sure now that she faced the supremely dangerous Von Stamper. Although she had accomplished her mission she might not necessarily get out of it alive to tell anyone.

 

'Remove your coat' ordered the Butler.

 

'It's bloody freezing. Why should I do that?' she exclaimed.

 

Silently he smiled like a shark and the nose of the silenced gun rose until it pointed precisely between her eyes. His meaning was clear.

 

Slowly Jenny undid the buttons, shrugged the coat from her shoulders and let it drop to the dirt floor. Stimkins stared at her colourful Super-heroine costume while she shivered as the freezing air bit into her exposed skin. Reaching into his pocket he withdrew several items and tossed them to land at her feet.

 

'I'm sure you know what these are used for and where they go' He said in his best threatening deep funereal voice.

 

Jenny stared down at the four padded leather cuffs she'd last seen in Trixy's shop. Lola must have bought them with a view to using them on her at some future date. What the hell was Von Stamper playing at. She couldn't think of him as Stimkins now not with the gun held in his large hand. He waggled the gun indicating she should get on with it. Slowly she stooped down and picking up one of the industrial strength cuffs slipped it round her ankle and buckled it tight. Well tightish. She thought he might not notice but she was wrong.

 

'Tighter' he ordered in a flat dangerous voice.

 

She pulled hard on the strap and slipped the tine into the next hole until the cuff was snug around her red leather booted ankle. A second cuff went equally tightly round her other ankle. Standing she slid a cuff over her hand and tugged it tight then added the last cuff to her other wrist. Von Stamper nodded satisfied.

 

'Back' he commanded waggling the gun as he herded her towards the last stall. 'Stop. Now as I said I expected you so I made a few preparations for your visit.' He nodded to the stall entrance. Jenny looked at the two sides of the stall. It had been constructed to hold a large horse so they'd used sturdy six by six timbers. The light glinted off four steel rings that had been screwed into the wood and short chains attached to them. Two were at ankle height and two about seven feet off the ground. It took her about a second to realise what was coming.

 

'Look Stimkins' she begged 'I told you I'm not interested in you or your business. You don't have to do this. I'll not tell on you, honest.'

 

The look of contempt on his face told her that he wasn't going to fall for it. He just moved the gun once again not needing words to give his instructions. Unwillingly Jenny moved her ankle to the left hand post and slipped the cuffs steel clip through the last rung on the chain effectively tethering her to the wood. She had to spread her legs until her ankles were three feet apart to allow her to reach the chain on the other side but in a second her legs were effectively shackled. She looked back at Von Stamper who simply nodded to the other cuffs. Her mind raced looking for an escape. If she allowed her wrists to be bound she'd be totally at his mercy a quality she thought he had in very short supply. But she was confounded. There was no escape she could see all she could do was try to play for time. Hesitantly she stretched up and clipped the high chain to her left wrist cuff restraining her at three points.

 

Von Stamper slipped the gun into his pocket and grabbed her last free limb. He was six feet five and although thin and rangy he was strong with large hands. Jenny fought him but it was fruitless as he stretched her wrist up and completed her bondage. The British secret service agent dressed as Wonder Woman was chained and cuffed and spread-eagled across the mouth of the horse stall.

 

Standing back the German contemplated her amazing body. He noted her long muscular legs, her athletic torso and her giant melons. Her breathing was coming hard now condensing in the freezing air and making her magnificent chest heave. Very nice but it cut no mustard with him. He'd broken all manner of men and women. No matter how beautiful they were at the start they all ended up ugly by the time he'd finished with them and everyone had begged for their lives and not a one had he spared. That was why there was no descriptions of him and no one who could identify him. It was also why he needed to know just what the buxom blond knew about him and where the information had come from.

 

He dipped back into his coat pocket and selected his next tool. The knife reflected the lights in the stable as he stepped to stand in front of her. The air was really cold but he was sure that most of the shivering was caused by fear. Fear of him and what he intended to do with the razor sharp blade. 

 

He slipped the point of the knife into the front of her latex bra and slit it in one sharp downward stab. The two sides flew apart exposing Jenny's mammoth breasts to his gaze and the frigid air. Another couple of cuts and the latex fell away leaving the trembling blond topless.

 

'Very nice' he gloated as he ran the point of the knife gently over her left breast. It left a thin white line as it passed over her skin. He toyed with her for twenty seconds flicking her nipple with the blades edge. He smiled as it erected and darkened as her body pumped blood to her tits peak. The cold, the fear both joined together to make her body react.

 

He slipped the knife point into the side of her bikini bottom, snicked the narrow latex on both sides then dragged the thong clear. Save for the tiara and the boots the blond agent was now naked and spread-eagled before him. Defenceless, unprotected and at his mercy. She tugged on her cuffs rattling the chains holding her but he knew his business. No amount of struggling was going to free her from these restraints.

 

He watched her body writhe and thrash ineffectually as she tugged at her bindings. He normally felt cold towards his victims but this blondes body was something exceptional and even he felt a tingle in his loins as her magnificent breasts swayed and jiggled. With her legs spread so wide he could also see her hairless pussy.

 

He stepped through under her left arm to stand behind her. The view from the back was just as enticing as the front. The muscles of her back moved under her skin like snakes in oil and her butt clenched each time she tugged on her bindings. Suddenly he yanked on her hair bending her head back. Her mouth flew open to protest and yet another ball gag was jammed between her teeth. He buckled it behind her head making sure it was good and tight and not a little painful. 

 

He returned to stand in front of her and waited patiently until she finally realised that she was completely in his control. There was no way she was going to free herself from the self buckled cuffs and chains. Sullenly she started at him as he in turn studied her nakedness in detail.

 

Then horror of horrors she realised that in addition to being naked, cold and chained she was going to have to endure a further indignity. He was going to monologue. Like all criminal villains who have the advantage of their police adversary he just had to lord it over her and explain. Explain what he'd achieved, explain why he was the best and explain why he'd get away with it.

 

Finally he spoke in his deep sepulchral voice. 'I knew you'd come one day or someone like you. You don't do all the things I have done and get away without some form of manhunt although I have to admit you're not what I expected. I thought it would be some bulldog like Police Inspector or if not a James Bond super spy type. But you're just a busty bimbo with an over-active sex drive and the IQ of a duck. Still your incompetence is to my advantage and as you Britishers say 'Lets not look a gift horse in the mouth'. I'm sure you must realise that I need some information. What led you to me, who knows, who you work for that sort of thing.

 

His voice dropped even further and in a chilling menacing tone he continued 'It only remains for you to decide whether you are going to give me the answers voluntarily without coercion or whether I have to resort to unpleasantness. Before you make your choice however I think I should make it clear that as the head of the Stazi interrogation unit I am quite adept at extracting answers from unwilling prisoners. Do not think your femininity or beauty will stay my hand. If anything they only make my task more entertaining. Now are you prepared to tell me what I want to know or do I get to have some fun before you inevitably talk anyway?'    

 

Jenny had no option but to listen to his monotone sermon. He was wrong about her choice. It wasn't whether she talked or didn't talk. That was as he said inevitable given enough 'incentive'. She had the choice just how much time she took to give in. Someone must visit the stables at some time she just had to hold out until they did and that was her choice.

 

She stared back at him until he concluded she wasn't going to talk. 'So be it. Option two it is.'

 

He stood deep in thought trying to decide which particular agonizing torment to start with.

 

Her stomach contracted as he said 'You no doubt think that you can play for time. You think someone must come riding to your rescue like the Fifth Cavalry coming over the Hill but you should know that in all the months I have been sheltering in this house hiding in plain sight playing the part of the Upper class family retainer no has ever as much as set foot in these stables. Therefore I think we have quite some time together, you entertaining me, me entertaining you.' 

 

Jenny shivered and not just from the cold as he moved to stand so close that she could feel his breath on her face.

 

She shivered and not from the temperature as his cold hands touched her. He groped her naked body not like a lover but more an embalmer handling a cadaver. His touch felt like arachnids crawling over her flesh as she automatically tried to pull away but the chains and leather cuffs held her captive and vulnerable to his exploring grasp.

 

He filled his large hands with her spherical tits sinking his fingers deep into the soft pliant flesh. The chains rattled as he abused and mauled her tender flesh drawing muffled complaints from behind the ball gag jammed in her mouth.

 

'Hmmmm. Echt bruste' he rasped slipping into his native German surprised to find her magnificent giant assets were real. 'I must attend to these in detail and give them special attention. They must be most sensitive.'

 

Jenny could do nothing but stare back at him defiantly but inside she quaked with fear.

 

Suddenly he released her having pawed most of her exposed flesh. The young blond watched anxiously as he took something from his coat pocket. She slowly let out her breath when she saw that it was only a pair of gloves. With some ceremony he drew on the brown leather gloves taking care that each finger was individually snug then slipped below her raised left arm to stand behind her suspended body.

 

He studied her naked back for some time as she waited nervously almost unable to breath for him to start his gruesome work.

 

She felt him move behind her and flinched as he reached round and with no subtly or delicacy inserted two leather covered fingers into her pussy. He shoved them hard a couple of times making sure they  were embedded as deeply as they could go before he closed his fist and gripped her pussy mound in his giant mitt.

 

Jenny moaned and writhed as he squeezed hard trapping her softest skin in his leather clad fist.

 

He let her struggle and twist hanging from her chains for a few seconds then drawing back his other arm smacked her plump ass with his giant leather clad palm. The leather on skin 'Thwack' sounded dull in the dirty stable but hurt non the less. He had long arms giving good leverage and a wiry strength. Gripping her cunt he spanked her butt working steadily targeting each butt cheek alternately.

 

Jenny couldn't stop him slapping her ass or fingering her cunt. After a minute and a dozen hard thwacks he began to hum an old German folk tune. 'Dum dee dum dee dum', squeeze, thwack. 'Dum dee dum dee dum', Squeeze thwack. He timed his spanks to coincide with the tune. It was a long tune and cold tears soon dropped from the young blonds eyes and froze on her cheeks. His breathing came quicker as he abused her round scarlet ass the only warm part of her body.

 

He stopped spanking her. Both of there chests heaved and while he emitted rapidly condensing clouds of breath from his mouth she could only snort short sharp breaths from her nose.

 

Two leather clad fingers impaled her ass-hole. Her entire body seized and locked as he unexpectedly invaded her back passage with a single brutal shove. He held her steady with his cunt grip and began to work his fingers deep into her ass reaming them round and round loosening her anal sphincter. She Mmmmph'd and moaned as he painfully skewered her butt-hole. He slammed his hand hard forward jamming his fingers deep inside her again and again maximising the penetration of her restrained hanging helpless body, maximising the pain and emphasising his complete control and mastery over her.

 

He withdrew his fingers fumbled with his trousers and extracted his now hard cock. With a grunt from both of them he shoved his shaft where his fingers had just been. Her loosened anus couldn't resist him and all six inches of his broad shaft penetrated deep inside her smarting pain wracked ass.

 

Jenny's body jerked and shuddered every-time he thrust his hips forward forcing his cock deep into her ass. He controlled her hips with his grinding cunt hold while his other hand gripped her hair and bent her upper body forward presenting her ass to his invading penis. It wasn't about the sex. It didn't concern pleasure in any way although he had to admit her ass felt great on his cock. It represented nothing except his complete mastery, his dominance over her and his ability to do anything he wished with her. He was demonstrating that she was utterly powerless to stop him. 

 

Her misery didn't last too long. His thrusts became quicker and quicker then with a muffle grunt he simply ejaculated into her and savagely withdrew. The young blond agent hung abjectly from her restraints her ass gaping open her hot shame failing to overcome the biting cold of the stable. His actions were intended to break her spirit but if he could take a little pleasure along the way then all was well and good.

 

Silence. No sign of the Cavalry yet.

 

His leather clad hand gripped her chin and lifted her head until they were face to face. 'Are you ready to talk?'

 

He looked deep into her eyes trying to intimidate, dishearten and terrorize her at the same time. Ever so slowly he saw the resolve return to her gaze. Her eyes narrowed and her muffled 'Mmmmph Mmm' needed no translation into the old Anglo Saxon curse.

 

He sighed deeply then to her dismay smiled. 'Good' he whispered. 'Good.'

 

The tack room provided some rope. Not the nice soft sort but the type that was used to tie horses. Thick and hard and hairy and rough. He wrapped a length around her torso above her breasts then another below. He pulled it tight abrading her skin then circled it round first one breast then the other until the blond agent looked like she had two pumped up footballs on her chest. The skin of her mounds was pulled tight and the pressure of the wound rope turned her tits into hard balls of flesh. The last of the rope he threw over the top of the stall and then after pulling it taught tied it off.

 

Jenny now hung not just from her wrists but from her upturned breasts as well. The rope was agony biting into the soft skin of her boobs. Von Stamper perused his handy work and smiled. The gleam in his eye would have done justice to any perverted evil genius'.

 

The tack-room had also provided a second item.

 

The vicious riding crop slashed down the leather tip smashing into Jenny's already painful tit. Her whole body shuddered as the unbearable pain lanced through her chest. She would have writhed and struggled pulling at her restraints if it hadn't been for the rope round her tits. Every-time she moved it bit even more into her agonised mammaries so all she could do was moan.

 

Von Stamper didn't spare the rod. Again and again he raised the crop high enough so she could see it then brought it down with unerring accuracy onto the soft upper slopes of her beach ball roped tits. They bounced at each stroke and he took huge pleasure in smacking them repeatedly. He altered his direction thwaping the leather into the sides of each reddened agonising tit. He gloried in the muffled moans he extracted from the bound blond.

 

Her areolas and nipples he left until last. Taking careful aim he slashed the crop down directly onto the centre of her tits peak. The leather head of the crop just covered her dark wrinkled areolas. She trembled as fresh electric bolts of agony coursed through her chest. Amazed he watched as her tortured areola and nipples erected as if the pain was stimulating to her. It made him angry so he hit her all the harder. He tortured her tits for twenty minutes until the breath was wheezing from his lungs in great plumes of condensation.

 

He stood back watching her closely. Her whole body was trembling. The pain and the cold combining sent wracking spasms of muscle locking cramp and agony through her body. Von Stamper from his experience knew that a body part tortured for too long just lost the ability to feel pain so he switched target.

 

Searing agony lanced through Jenny's loins as the leather slapped into her hairless pussy. She jerked as the fresh torment sent new and even more pain through her cunt. Repeated slapping forced her body to send fresh blood to the injured area and soon her pussy lips were red and puffed up. Her clit erected and poking through her swollen lips received direct hits from the crop. Again he spotted she was not reacting to the blows as her nerve endings shut down from constant bombardment.

 

Her ass was next. Still red from the leather gloved spanking he slashed new red lines and striations across the plump rippling flesh. Then he returned to her tits. They were red with blue marks were bruises had formed beneath the abused skin. He targeted her tits as before slashing at them as if he was trying to douse a fire. Instead he was lighting one within her chest as the leather struck again and again against her tender tit flesh.

 

He threw the crop down and took a small needle from his pocket. Gripping her agonised nipple he viciously pulled it outwards and drove the sliver of steel straight through her rubbery tip. Jenny threw back her head and screamed in her throat. Von Stamper laughed and speared her abused flesh with a second needle at ninety degrees to the first. When he released her tit it sprang back with a cross of steel piercing her nipple. She spasmed as her other tit was speared with two needles directly driven through her rubbery tip.

 

Again Von Stamper stood back and asked he the question while brandishing the crop.

 

Her head hung down then after a few seconds he detected the slight shake. Again she was refusing to talk.

 

The crop landed hard on her skewered nipple. He grimaced with pleasure at her piteous moan. He slashed the other tits peak with equal relish again drawing an agonised groan. Back and forth from one to the other his aim giving her no respite from the wicked leather tip of the crop.

 

He asked her the question again but amazingly got the same response.

 

The ex-Stazi officer was surprised. He hadn't thought she'd last half this long. He have to think of another approach. Finally he moved off out of her sight.

 

Surely he wasn't just going to leave her like this. The cold was beginning to make her skin smart. It wouldn't take long for it to really seep into her bones and she could already feel her muscles beginning to shiver. She heard something crack or break. Then all was quiet again until Von Stamper returned.

 

Jenny stared at him in shock. 'Dear God no. Not that' she screamed inside her mind. She pulled at the cuffs utter panic adding strength to her frantic attempts to free herself. The gag muffled her pleading turning her entreaties into nothing but piteous 'Mphhhh's. Her breath rasped through her nose and the cloud of condensation made it look like she was breathing fire.

 

She tried to turn away but the chains held her firm as the bucket of water hit her drenching her in freezing cold liquid. The British agent thought her heart had stopped. The water seemed to freeze her lungs and she couldn't breath in. She struggled wriggling in her panic as she fought for air. Slowly her diaphragm seemed to unfreeze and she was able to take a painful lungful of oxygen.

 

Four times he returned to the trough. Four more times he emptied the almost frozen water over her naked body. He did her front and her back until not a square centimetre was not soaked. Her hair hung down now lank and dripping. Her skin was so cold it felt like it was on fire. Her lips quickly turned blue and her muscles shivered uncontrollably. Some of the water had frozen on her skin seemingly turning parts of her body into an ice sculpture.

 

Then he sat down and quietly watched her as she hung there in her misery.

 

The young blond shivered uncontrollably. Her whole body vibrated as her muscles desperately tried to inject some heat into her frozen flesh.

 

Von Stamper simply waited allowing nature to do his work for him.

 

And then the Cavalry arrived late as usual.

 

'What the hell is going on here Stimkins' yelled Doctor Roy staring wide eyed at the strange tableau before him. As Von Stamper had concentrated on tormenting his busty blond prisoner he'd failed to notice the young Doctor poke his head into the Stable in his search for Jenny.

 

'Well, well Doctor. I have to say this is most unexpected. An inconvenience for me but I'm afraid something a lot more serious for you.' So saying he extracted the gun from his pocket and pointed it straight at the young man's chest.'Get over here' he ordered waggling the gun.

 

Doctor Roy move reluctantly under the constant threat of the pistol until he stood next to the naked hanging blond agent.

 

'What have you done, Stimkins. Why are you doing this.' the young Indian asked urgently.

 

The name Doctor is Von Stamper. Stimkins is just an alias to hide my true identity. Not that the knowledge will do you any good in the few short minutes of life you have left to you.'

 

'Jenny. Jenny' Von Stamper shouted. 'Talk or I shoot the Doctor. First in the knees then in any other interesting places I see fit just so that it doesn't kill him just leaves him a mewling cripple. What is your answer?'

 

The blonds head still hanging low moved to nod. She had no choice any more. She couldn't be responsible for another's death.

 

Doctor Roy spotted a faint movement out of the corner of his eye. The situation was desperate. He had to take a chance. He threw himself to the side away from Jenny and away from the stable door. Von Stamper's silenced gun gave a single 'phut' as he shot the young man in the chest. He gasped and fell to the dirt floor grasping at his shoulder. He'd been lucky. The bullet had deflected of his own arm and entered his shoulder instead of finding the target Von Stamper had aimed at namely his heart.

 

Struggling in pain the Doctor looked up into the black hole of the pistol pointed steadily and unerringly at the middle of his forehead. Von Stamper spoke not a word as he began to press the trigger.

 

Like the Hammer of the Gods the head of the heavy steel shovel smacked into the back of the Germans head with a comical 'boing' noise. Von Stamper went down as if pole-axed which in fact he had been.

 

'What ho' said Billy beaming his wide smile down at the Doctor. 'Funny place for a house call.'

 

The medic smiled weakly and pointed at Jenny. 'I'm O.K. help her.'

 

The young lad looked round to see Jenny's restrained body with her roped and beaten breasts and the ice hanging from her shivering body. As fast as he could he cut the ropes from her body, Unbuckled the leather cuffs and caught her as she slumped to the ground. Under the Doctors direction he gently removed the needles from her nipples then to his surprise his thin wiry body found the strength to carry the blond back into the house with the Doctor staggering behind but only after they'd buckled Von Stampers wrists into the lower of the leather cuffs so he couldn't escape.

 

'Warmth' Doctor Roy gasped 'the cold will kill her. You must get her warm as fast as you can. I'll call the Police.'

 

Billy quickly carried Jenny into her own room and into the bathroom. He flicked on the shower and set the water at luke-warm then cradling the naked blond he sat on the floor of the shower letting the water cascade over both of them.

 

It was half an hour later that Jenny awoke. The water was still running over her body and that of young Billy. He seemed to have drifted off under the warm water with the woman of his dreams naked in his arms. Slowly she extricated herself and wrapped a big fluffy towel around her nakedness but not before she'd surveyed the damage. Her breasts were abraded and bruised but all other parts although a little sore weren't actually injured or damaged. She dried her hair and dressed in normal clothes then called the 'office' to report. They would send in a clean-up team and hand over Von Stamper to the relevant authorities.    

 

Jenny walked quietly into the bathroom. Billy still sat under the shower. She reached in and turned it to cold and stepped back and waited. He woke with an agonised cry and dived out of the cubicle to lie sopping on the floor.

 

'Well if that's all the thanks I get for rescuing the damsel in distress' he pouted from the cold tiled floor 'I might have second thoughts next time.'

 

Jenny pulled him to his feet and kissed him on the cheek just as the front door announced the arrival of the forces or Law and Order.

 

 

It was two weeks later that Doctor Roy answered a knock on his front door. Jenny stood there in a long trench coat until he invited her in. They exchanged greetings and he asked her about her injuries. She assured him that everything had heeled up nicely thank you 'but what about you' she enquired. 'I mean you were shot. Have you heeled?'

 

'Yes' he replied 'it was only a small wound. A few stitches. I'll be good as new in a week.'

 

'Still' she persisted 'you might need assistance. Would it help if you had a nurse to look after you?' and saying this she shrugged off the trench coat to reveal the elasticated nurses uniform underneath.

 

It was a night he would remember for the rest of his life. She taught him a few things about the human body that weren't to be found in any medical text book. She stretched out on his bed stark naked and allowed him to pleasure her body in any fashion he liked and he liked quite a few. She in turn took him to peaks of ecstasy that he didn't know existed and in the morning they joined one last time in mutual rapture before parting for ever. 'I'll have to get a copy of that 'Karma Sutra' the blond agent mused afterwards.

 

 

Billy Treadwell climbed the stairs to his small attic apartment. He stopped confused. The door was ajar. Cautiously he crept forward. Inside the flat was in darkness but he could hear in the bathroom the shower was running. Surely nobody would break into a flat just to take a shower. Slowly he moved to the bathroom door and taking a deep breath pushed it open. In the condensation covered translucent cubicle he could see a naked body under the cascading water. He snatched open the door. Inside a naked and soap covered Jenny beamed back at him. Her hands were slowly stroking the suds round and round her breasts.

 

'Hello Billy. Come and join me and I'll show you the fun way to take a shower.'

 

He'd never stripped out of his clothes quicker in his short life. He stepped into the small shower so that their naked bodies nearly touched. Her eyes filled with laughter at his frankly terrified expression the blond took hold of his wrists and slowly lifted his hands until they were level with her chest and laid them squarely on her soapy boobs. 'Here starts the first lesson' she said as he marvelled at the feel of her soft spheres.

 

'How many lessons are there' he breathed.

 

'Oh, enough to last us until morning' she replied smiling 'now wash because I've been a very dirty girl.'

 

 

 

Jenny's story came to a close. Just as well because Dr. Laska was on her third orgasm. Her clothing was in disarray as she'd been touching herself as the blond told her tale of male and female sex and torture. She'd have to continue her self abuse later when she listened to the recordings she'd made of the blonds cases.

 

'Well Jenny' said Laska 'I think we've made great progress to unravelling your sexual psychological problems. I think we'll be very near a solution or explanation of you mental state with just a few more sessions. I'll see you soon.

 

 

 

The End

 

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October 2015