Jenny and the Trick Cyclist - Part Four

 

By Brummie

 

 

Prologue.

 

"Revenge is a dish best served cold" is a perfectly suitable maxim for most people. This young woman however much preferred "Revenge is a dish best served cold then re-heated and served again then the left overs chucked in a deep freeze until they'd hardened to a block of ice that could be used to beat them to death with". To say she bore a grudge would be the understatement of all understatements. Dr Veronika Laska listened with barely contained excitement as the agent told her story firstly describing her humiliation then the planning of her retribution and finally the instigation of the multiple diabolical plots to payback her supposed tormentor many times over.

 

Suki Namura lay on the leather couch in the Doctor’s office, her eyes closed in a semi-hypnotic state. Laska had once been asked to prepare a psychological assessment of the oriental agent. She was still surprised that after she'd submitted her report the Japanese woman remained working for MI6. She'd categorised her as a sociopath. Most people assume that a psychopath is worse than a sociopath. It was true a psychopath will kill you out of anger but a sociopath will kill you because they don't appreciate just how inconvenient you would find this and how much of a crimp it would put in your day. Their lack of empathy for the feelings of others makes them able to ignore the consequences of their actions. A distinct advantage to a secret spy organisation as the bullets thud home or the garrotting wire tightens about the throat of a target.

 

In a flat monotone Suki related how she'd been publically humiliated and then gained her revenge on her fellow agent. How she'd been as frozen as a statue in the arrivals lounge of London's Heathrow airport (See Voodoo Jenny), one of the busiest airports in the world and how her clothes had been stripped from her until she was stark naked before the surprised staring eyes of hundreds of travellers. The airport police had unceremoniously dragged her off to spend a night in the cells and to surely a humiliating court appearance had her bosses not pulled her out to avoid the bad publicity to the countries secret service.

 

She'd spent many hours planning her terrible revenge. She'd had some small victories but none of them coming close to avenging her humiliation. In desperation she'd turned to a select group of her fellow agents. It seemed that quite a number held similar sentiments to herself. A few, mostly women were motivated by jealousy but the rest were driven by nothing more than sheer lust. She'd instigated a sort of competition for the group. As she read the entries she'd grown more and more excited. Some of them were just plane criminal and involved little more than Rohypnol, yards of rope or shackles and a transit van and mattress. These people needed watching. Others involved using the aphrodisiac drug 'Lust' which once administered turned anyone into a rampant sex maniac. She thought hard then put these aside. They held promise but lacked finesse although if all else failed they could come in useful.

 

There were other entries however that if handled correctly fulfilled her purpose admirably. As she read them she could feel the excitement suffusing her body. The thought of the humiliation and degradation that would be heaped on to her target, the disgusting acts she would be forced to endure and the number of people who would enjoy the fruits of her body made her hug herself with almost indescribable exhilaration.

 

In the mind of Suki Namura her tormentor Special Agent Jenny Richards would pay many times over for her heinous crimes.

 

Once Dr. Laska had finished taking notes of Suki's fiendish plots she'd mentioned the incidents next time Jenny was on the self-same couch. From the accounts of the two women she'd pieced together the stories in all their gory, humiliating detail.

 

 

 

 

The Doll Factory.

 

Jenny ran, ran for her life her eyes wide with fear and her heart in her mouth. The warehouse was huge. Line after line of wooden crates stacked high left dim narrow canyons for her to navigate. The pallets and boxes were laid out in a simple grid so every few yards she had the choice of left, right or straight ahead. Panting she dodged this way and that. For now the darkness and her black ninja style clothing hid her from her pursuers but she could hear them calling out to each other. They seemed able to determine the general direction she was taking. Like a pair of sheep dogs they were herding her into a corner. She reached the back wall and a series of doors. Silently she tried doorknob after doorknob. Infuriatingly each failed to obligingly spring open and she didn't have the luxury of time to use the lock picks that had originally gained her entry into the store house.

 

She'd been warned about the guards. A pair of vicious thugs more likely to entertain themselves with their knives on anyone they captured rather than handing them over to the authorities. There was no shortage of places to dispose of a body on the huge industrial estate. There were myriad baths of corrosive chemicals in use that would make short work of her soft white flesh and bones.

 

She could hear them getting nearer. Their brutish London east-end accented voices growing louder. She had bare seconds. Suddenly a door yielded and without checking she dived inside and as quietly as she could closed it behind her. There was no key so she couldn't lock the door to gain at least a little time. Reaching out she flicked on the single bare light bulb and nearly swallowed her own tongue.

 

Thirty or so bland faces stared straight at her as she staggered back against the wall. It took her a few heart stopping seconds to realise that none of them was actually alive. Slowly she stood and studied the nearest figure. It could have been a copy of herself being a similar height, had long blond hair and a beautiful narrow almost Scandinavian face with large eyes and full sensual lips. The body was slim and lithe with large pert coral tipped breasts and she could see, unlike a tailor’s dummy someone had gone to a lot of trouble to make the mannequin anatomically correct in all the most intimate places. The rest of the dolls were all much the same. Some had different coloured hair or eyes while others wore provocative lingerie or stockings. Every skin colour was catered for from deepest blue black through Asian caramel to Caucasian white. Some even had pubic hair although most were as naked as Jenny herself in that department.  

 

'Try the doors, Nosher' shouted a gruff voice from outside the room.

 

'Don't give me orders Ratso' came the rasping reply. 'I know my job. He won't escape and if I have my way he'll leave here in little bitty pieces.' The last remark was accompanied by a particularly nasty laugh and the sound of him shaking hands with a door knob.

 

Desperately Jenny scanned the dimly lit room for a hiding place. There weren't any doors other than the one she'd entered by or convenient windows either and she couldn't see anywhere to secrete herself were she wouldn't be found in short order.

 

Think. Think she ordered herself. She could fight her way out although two east end bruisers with a penchant for razor sharp blades didn't seem a favourable prospect. Then an idea came to her. She couldn't hide from sight but she could hide in plain sight. As fast as she could she ripped off her black beanie hat freeing her long blonde hair to cascade down over her shoulders. Then the black tunic and trousers came off followed by the black trainers. She shivered as her naked body felt the unheated air of the warehouse. Quickly she stuffed her discarded clothes in a desk cupboard that stood against the near wall. This left her in just her white thong panties and amazingly well filled bra. She switched off the light and gingerly snaked between the dolls being careful not to send then tumbling like dominoes and found a space just as the door opened and the huge form of Nosher stood silhouetted in the doorway.

 

She froze and amazingly blended seamlessly into the crowd of figures.

 

'Hey Ratso. Come get a load of this' shouted the first thug still brandishing his knife so the light glistened on the sharpened edge.

 

Nosher stuck his head round the door jam and as Ratso switched on the single light exclaimed 'Fuckin' 'ell. Well hello... ladies.'

 

The men stared lasciviously at the collection of Japanese Sex Dolls. Each one as lifelike as plastic could be and as the advertising said guaranteed to succumb to your every desire. Slowly Nosher advanced and stood up close to a naked brunette. He ogled her figure noting the large naked breasts both high and pert and tipped with already erect nipples. She had a superbly flat ridged stomach with an inny belly button and a naked pubis. His rough hand cupped her breast and he whistled softly as he felt the plastic give beneath his fingers. 'Hey Ratso. This feels better than your missus.'

 

'Fuck you Nosher' Ratso replied wittily as he stared at a red headed doll. She was the same as Nosher’s chosen mate except for the stockings she wore. He stroked her flat stomach amazed that the torso felt just like real skin. Then he gripped her butt. His fingers sank into the flesh like plastic which slowly returned to normal when he released his hold.

 

The two men gradually worked through the crowd of dolls first touching each in the most intimate places before casting them aside. Jenny watched them coming nearer and nearer the fear turning her stomach in to a leaden ball.

 

Ratso came to Jenny. He stared enraptured at her frozen figure his eyes scanning up and down her nearly naked body. 'Holy shit' exclaimed Nosher as he joined his mate staring at the blonde’s chest 'they must have used an extra bucket of plastic when they made this one.'

 

Ratso guffawed but he had to agree. The blonds bra clad breasts seemed more than twice the size of any of the other models and not surprisingly she seemed even more life-like than them as well. 'What they for then?' asked Nosher who wasn't the sharpest tool in the box. In fact if he'd been as sharp as his knife he'd have been twice as clever as he actually was.

 

Ratso replied sneeringly 'They're sex dolls ain't they. They're for strange lonely geysers who can't get a woman. They dress 'em up, pose 'em, talks to them treats 'em as if they was real.'

 

'Then what?'

 

Ratso sighed at his partner’s ignorance. 'Then they fucks 'em. That’s why they've got such realistic mouths and ... err ... girly bits' he finished slightly nervously.

 

'What. Front and back bottoms like a real bint?'

 

'Yep. Front and back.'

 

'Cor blimy' said Nosher his eyes leering. 'Erm Ratso.'

 

'Yer.'

 

'It looks like that geezer got away don't it?' Jenny felt her stomach unknot as she resolutely and unblinkingly stared ahead.

 

'Yer. Shame that. No slicing and dicing this time.'

 

'Yer. Well how’s about we ... ' Jenny strained but couldn't hear as Nosher whispered in his colleagues ear. Ratso smiled nastily and nodded staring at the blond.

 

Together they shifted some of the other dolls out of the way leaving a space around Jenny's frozen form. 'These dolls have got internal skellingtons so they can be posed in any position and as you moves them they stay in place.' As he said this he took Jenny’s wrists and lowered her arms to her sides. The blond agent allowed him to move her limbs and froze as he let go. Then he pushed her shoulders back so her chest stood out.

 

Behind her Nosher flicked her bra open and slid it off her shoulders and down her arms.

 

'Fuck a duck' exclaimed Ratso as Jenny's magnificent breasts were exposed to his lecherous gaze. 'This one must have been a special order' he said 'Who ever ordered it wanted humungous fun bags and he's certainly got his wish.'

 

Her tits were truly amazing. Large in size, double F's at least but still high and firm. Both spheres were softly tanned and topped by unfeasibly large chocolate brown areolas and already fully erect nipples. Finding herself in this strange situation Jenny's body had reacted as it usually did to danger and fired up her libido sending signals of arousal to her hardening nipples and throbbing pussy lips and clitoris. The motionless blond agent steeled herself. The men’s actions made it all too obvious what they planned to do.

 

Ratso hesitated until he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He reached out and cupped Jenny's left tit in his large rough hand. The warm mound rested on his palm. He could feel the velvet softness of her flesh as he gently palpitated her breast. Jenny held her breath as the thug manhandled her tit. His touch was gentle and sent jolts of pleasure through her mammary gland. She would have loved to have moved but she knew that if she gave even the slightest twitch she'd be a victim of the sharp blades of one or other of the goons. Oh dear God she prayed as her body began to betray her.

 

Nosher watched his mate molest the blonde’s huge pillowy breast then decided he wanted some. He gripped the blonds other tit and massaged it. He wasn't as gentle as Ratso, she was only a doll so he moulded the fleshy mound as if he was making bread sinking his fingers deep into the flesh and stretching it out this way and that. Jenny's body rocked as the ruffians assaulted her tits but with the two of them holding on to her she couldn't have fallen.

 

The two gorillas played with her tits stroking the silken flesh one minute then slapping them the next. They could hardly believe that plastic could feel so good. Jenny's tits swung left and right as they played with them like a kittens with a ball of wool batting them from side to side. Suddenly Nosher gripped Jenny nipple between his thumb and forefinger and stretched it outwards. The blond agent’s tit stretched out into a long cone before he released it and the flesh sprang back settling into its original spherical shape. Ratso did the other tit lifting it high. Then together they placed a hand on each of her shoulders and stretched both tits out at the same time. They played it as if it was a game seeing who could make the soft flesh stretch the farthest. After all it was just plastic. Jenny felt the pain building in her nipples as the two pulled harder and harder trying to elongate each breast farther than the other. They gripped her nipples harder and pulled and pulled. Jenny felt a scream rising in her throat when suddenly they released her tits and they slapped back to settle on her chest.

 

The men laughed at the game while Jenny cursed inwardly. Her tits were on fire from the manhandling and her nipples fizzed with throbbing pain from being gripped so hard. Her tormented nipples took her mind off the men until Nosher stepped forward and slid his fingers into the sides of Jenny's thong. Suddenly he had her full attention. She was totally powerless to stop him as he stooped down and then ever so slowly began pulling her panties down.

 

She felt utterly helpless as her panties were agonisingly slowly lowered over her hips. She fought to stop her limbs from trembling with a combination of absolute terror and bizarrely mind-blowing arousal.

 

Nosher's head was level with her hips so he had a close up view as the top of the white lace dropped low enough to expose her naked pussy. He whistled softly as the pink gash came into view. Jenny felt herself begin to tremble but forced herself to stay rigid. Nosher dropped the panties round Jenny's ankles then stared hard at her vagina. 'Bloody 'ell Ratso this looks just like the real thing.'

 

'It's supposed to look real numbskull. They makes 'em that way' replied the other thug.

 

Nosher slowly reached out and gently ran his forefinger along the length of Jenny's pussy. Waves of pleasure erupted from her puffy engorged lips as the thug stroked her most sensitive flesh. A jolt of pleasure nearly ended the Blonds subterfuge as the thugs blunt work hardened finger circled her already rock hard clit. He pressed harder and nudged his finger tip between her labia feeling the heat from her body. Jenny nearly closed her eyes and groaned but she fought hard to stay immobile.

 

Nosher's questing finger pushed and slid all the way inside her pink honey-pot. Her soft velvet flesh held his digit in a warm grip. Again he whistled with astonishment then began to move his finger inside her. He could feel every ridge and vein of her tunnel of love. His mouth hung open his tongue poking out as mesmerised he slowly stroked her vagina walls sliding his moist finger back and forth. Suddenly his finger tip touched the soft pad of flesh that was her G spot. Jenny tensed as the electric bolt of exquisite pleasure drove her to within an ace of giving the game away. She couldn't take much more of his probing digit. Already she could feel her insides moistening. Any more and he'd surely notice. Just as she felt herself losing control he slipped his finger out of her moist depths.

 

Ratso stood back and ogled the blonds amazing naked body now relieved of her bra and tiny white thong panties. 'You know' he said eventually 'what we got 'er is the latest model. The one with the upgrades.'

 

'Upgrades?' queried Nosher.

 

'Yer. Them Japs is well clever. They invented self-lubricating plastic so when it gets warm it secretes a slimy juice. I bet this ones got that. As well as that I'd wager this ones got the automatic sucking mechanism.'

 

'Auto suckin’?’

 

'Yer if you puts summat' in its mouth this widget detects it and activates the sucking motion.'

 

As the men spoke Jenny stood immobile taking in their words. It all sounded daft to her but she wasn't an expert in plastics or sex dolls. She wasn't expert in anything except perhaps driving men and women nuts with her amazing assets.

 

Jenny nearly groaned out loud at the lead thugs next words. Ratso smiled nastily. 'Nosher. I think it behoves us to test out this marvellous invention.'

 

'What?' replied the none too bright thug.

 

Exasperated Ratso sighed and once more whispered in Nosher’s ear until he said 'Ohhhhh. Yer, yer Ratso. I makes you right there.'

 

The blond agent could only watch as Ratso moved to her side. She held her breath her gaze fixed on a point on the wall as he placed his left hand on her stomach and his right on the back of her head. Slowly he pressed forwards forcing her to bend at the waist until her torso was horizontal to the ground. The thug released her leaving her bent in an 'L' shape her giant breasts swinging gently below her but more importantly her head level with his groin.

 

Mortified Jenny could only stand and listen to the sound of his zipper being lowered and his trousers sliding down his muscular hairy legs. Suddenly his hand seized a fistful of her blond hair and with his other he guided the head of his hard cock to touch against her soft pink lips.

 

Some years before Jenny had attended a fitness competition. The men who by dint of thousands of hours of lifting weights coupled with copious amounts of Anabolic Steroids had turned themselves into muscular supermen. The impressionable young Jenny had watched enraptured by the flexing muscles and the tiny bulging posing pouches of the mahogany coloured bodybuilders her knickers rapidly becomes wetter and wetter. At the end she could only rush to the ladies restroom and dive into one of the stalls to rapidly rub her clit before she exploded with pent up sexual frustration.

 

The cock now bumping against her lips looked like the Arnold Schwarzenegger of the cock world. It was long with the girth of a can of coke, muscular, veined, gnarly it looked so vicious it could be used to club baby seals to death.

 

There was never any chance Jenny was going to reject this majestic beast. She could have clamped her teeth together but instead as it pushed forwards she willingly allowed it to force open her saliva filled mouth to accept it. With a sigh Ratso slowly slid his prodigious length inside the warm moistness of her mouth. She might have been powerless to stop him but it made no difference. She wanted him to use her. Any movement to stop him would give the game away so the beautiful young blond simply held still as Ratso moved his cock back and forth fucking her face. He drove forward the width of his shaft forcing her jaws painfully wide. She felt the giant head hit the back of her throat and for the first time she felt grateful to all the men, and there had been quite a few who had made her suck their cocks and taught her to deep throat without gagging.

 

Suddenly she remembered his words. Some new mechanism he'd said 'Auto suck' he'd said so she began to suckle on his shaft each time he buried it deep inside her mouth. Ratso smirked as he felt the tell tail suction on his shaft.

 

The thug tried to make it last as long as possible but the game with her tits, her fantastic body and now her amazing sucking technique were causing his balls to contract and he couldn't stop it. He felt the pressure building. He gripped her hair and shoved his cock as far as he could into Jenny's mouth. With a cry he ejaculated great ropes of cum into the back of the blonde’s throat. Once, twice as many as five times he jerked squirting milky jism out of his spasming cock. 

 

Jenny could do nothing to stop the thick semen dribbling down her throat as the huge thug used her mouth to dump his load. If she'd pulled away or coughed it could be fatal so with rigid discipline she held still until Ratso finally slid his cock out of her mouth.

 

'Holy shit Nosher she's better than any of those two bit whores down the docks and she don't get cheeky and answer back neither.'

 

'Let’s have a go then' pleaded the slightly smaller thug.

 

'Drag that desk over 'ere' ordered Ratso. Together the two men then draped Jenny's rigid body over the small desk so her butt was on one side and her tits just draped themselves over the other. Eager to get at the blond Nosher stripped off his trousers and almost sprinted round to stand at Jenny's head. She realised her ordeal wasn't quite over yet.

 

What she didn't see was Ratso pumping his cock returning it to its full majestic length and prodigious girth. Nosher meanwhile had pulled open a couple of draws in the desk. Jenny held her breath. If he opened the cupboard he might spot her clothes but she was relieved when he didn't seem inclined to do this. She completely failed to spot that each of her dangling tits had dropped into the open draws.

 

Ratso's cock was once again fully engorged so he stepped up to stand close behind the blonds raised butt. Placing one hand on the desk top he used the other to aim the head of his cock straight at her pussy. He noted her lips were puffy and moist. With a nod to Nosher the new game began. As one Nosher shoved his cock deep into Jenny's mouth while Ratso rammed forwards skewering his cock all the way into her cunt.

 

How she didn’t give the game away she would never know as nearly fifteen inches of cock meat impaled her body. What was worse the shaft once more forcing her jaws apart and sawing over her tongue and into her throat or the monster snake that had stretched her aroused and inflamed pussy as it fucked the living daylights out of her sensitised body.

 

Together the two men roasted the blond as if she was on a spit. Nosher fucking her already sucking mouth and Ratso impaling her moist pussy. Jenny stoically bore the pounding cocks knowing this was as bad as it could get. She was wrong. As Nosher shoved his cock deep into her throat his thighs hit the open desk draws which closed on Jenny's hanging tits. Each thrust of the cock in her mouth brought agonising pain to her boobs as the draws crushed her breasts.

 

Ratso now had hold of her hips as he pounded his cock deep into the blond agent. His fingers sank deep into her plump butt as he thrust with slow strong strokes filling her cunt with his shaft. Nosher was going at it like a demented woodpecker holding her blond head as he thrust rapidly in to her face. Ratso could see he was already near to finishing but he'd already cum once and he was determined to make the experience of fucking the blond last as long as he could. He released her ass and took her wrists and crossed them behind her back so it looked like she was restrained.

 

Jenny was almost glad when Nosher filled her mouth with his semen. It meant he stopped banging against the draws. She wasn't sure how much longer she could have born the pain in her tits. Ratso though was still spearing his cock into her pussy and in spite of the pain she was beginning to feel her climax building. Surely even this pair of dullards would suspect something was strange if the plastic doll orgasmed.

 

Ratso called Nosher over. 'Loosen that up will ya' he requested pointing.

 

Jenny was desperately trying to stop her body from responding to the wonderful fucking it was getting to understand just what Ratso wanted. She quickly realised though when Nosher with no consideration jammed two fingers deep into her ass.

 

She nearly jerked and cried out but held herself rigid. Then she quickly had to clamp down on her arousal as a giant cock fucked her pussy and two fingers reamed her ass. Nosher withdrew his fingers and Ratso his cock. Jenny thought it was over until he re-aimed his cock head and slammed it deep into her gaping ass.

 

The blond agent’s body rocked as the huge thug fucked her asshole jamming his prodigious cock deep into her bowels. The pain in her ass acted to kill her orgasm somewhat so she lay on the groaning creaking desk as he grunted and shoved his rugged muscular shaft inside her. Slowly he increased his rhythm until he was hammering his manhood into her ass. His hips slapped into her butt causing her cheeks to ripple. With a bellow Ratso emptied another load a sperm into Jenny's already sore body. He jerked three or four times his chest heaving as he tried to regain her breath. Jenny lay miserably over the desk feeling wretched from the double team pussy and ass fucking especially as she'd been aroused but not been able to orgasm. She felt the thug drag his cock out of her red rimmed butt leaving it gaping open for a few seconds.

 

The men dressed themselves leaving Jenny draped over the hard desk then Ratso spoke. 'What do you think of her ass Nosher?' he asked archly.

 

'Looks great to me' replied the smaller thug 'nice and big and plump. Good handful. Very spankable.'

 

'Yer. That's what I was thinking' said Ratso slowly. 'In fact it wouldn't surprise me if the customer hadn't specified a big butt just like he did with her tits.'

 

'What’re ‘ya gettin' at' asked Nosher.

 

'Just this' said Ratso as he drew back his hand and spanked Jenny's plump butt cheek. The blond opened her mouth but just caught the cry in her throat. Luckily neither man spotted the movement as they were both looking at her quivering buttocks. 'See. Her butt is perfect for a good spanking. Each prefect peach is just right for smacking and ripples beautifully each time you hit it.'

 

Nosher caught on quick and laughing swung hard added a second stinging blow to the other butt cheek. Jenny's body rocked as each blow landed. Her hands were still crossed behind her back so her ass was exposed and defenceless. 

 

Both men took up a rhythm slapping the blonde’s plump butt alternately. Slowly her flesh grew pink as the clap of hard flesh on soft flesh echoed in the small room. They treated it as another game seeing who could make Jenny’s body shudder the most as they took great round house swings landing there rough hardened hands on her creamy soft butt cheeks.

 

Her skin turned a deeper pink as each slap smashed into her buttocks. If she made a sound it could cost her life so she ground her teeth together and tried to ignore the screaming pain. With her arms crossed behind her back it looked like she was pinioned over the desk. The men switched sides and continued their game. The room echoed to the slapping of tenderised flesh. Ratso took a rest while Nosher carried on. Varying his target he dipped down slapping her soft pink thighs before returning to her scarlet butt cheeks.

 

Ratso took another turn placing a straight backed chair directly behind the blond. From his seated position he swung his left hand then his right watching her plump reddened butt cheeks shudder and quiver as each blow landed. He kicked her legs wide apart and watched her gaping pussy and ass as he pummelled her ass. Jenny's world filled with pain centred squarely on her agonisingly abused cheeks.

 

It seemed like a week later the two thugs stopped spanking her although it was nearer twenty minutes. Their hands had begun to hurt so they'd taken off their leather belts and used them instead leaving evil red strips on the blonds butt and thighs. She'd come so close to revealing herself. One of the leather belts had fallen short and the fast moving tip had landed square on her pussy. The pain that filled her was so bad she couldn't cry out as her teeth were clamped together so hard.

 

The men dressed and with hardly a backward glance left the room. As the door closed Jenny lay still in the dark. Suddenly the agony flooded into her brain and tears ran down her cheeks. Not only were her buttocks on fire but her tits still smarted from being jammed in the desk draws. Her butt hole was sore from being fucked and she had the nasty taste of cum filling her mouth. She'd never felt so defiled and humiliated before. They'd used her body and she'd been powerless to prevent it. As wretched as she felt she thought at least they didn't start slicing bits off to keep as trophies.

 

She couldn't stay draped over the desk for ever so she retrieved her ninja clothes and as carefully as she could and with multiple curses on the proclivities of men dressed herself. Slowly she opened the door a crack then seeing no-one about beat a hasty retreat. She'd just have to report she'd failed to open the safe as had been the original plan and come away empty handed instead.

 

As the blond disappeared out the back of the warehouse three figures emerged silently. The two large men and one small woman and watched her depart.

 

'Self-lubricating? Sucking mechanism? Specially ordered spankable butt? Mr. Ratsovic you are a true artiste' commented the woman.

 

'Why thank you Miss Suki' replied Ratso in a much more cultured voice now. 'I do try to give full satisfaction but I'd never have thought it would work if you hadn't told me she was a complete air head and naive enough to believe anything.'

 

'Yes she's a real bona-fide bimbo that one and on top of that the digital video of your little show will keep our members entertained for many a long winters night.' Then ominously she finished 'Until we can arrange the next humiliating scenario for our blond friend that is.'

 

Then to herself she thought 'Yes revenge is definitely a dish best served cold.'

 

 

 

 

 

The Invasive Invader.

 

 

The hunter’s moon shone down illuminating the furtive figure. Hard eyes stared through the holes of the black mask that obscured the top half of the man’s face. Flitting shadows cloaked the sinister silent prowler as he climbed the ladder propped against the plain suburban house. With barely a sound he used a small matt black metal tool to flick open the catch on the window and after listening carefully clambered into the darkened room. His eyes were accustomed to the dimness so quickly picked out the large brass bed, wardrobe and dressing table. Carefully he took a step checking for creaking floorboards. Finding them solid and more importantly silent he grew in confidence and began to search.

 

The wardrobe held little of interest, just dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes and coats but the dressing table was a different matter. The top draws contained mostly underwear, ladies underwear. Stockings, panties, bras and slips. The contents of the next draw down was of more interest. Garter belts, very skimpy thongs with matching half cup bras. All of the items more likely to have come from Victoria’s Secret or Ann Summers than the High street department stores.

 

The fripperies were very nice but they were not the valuables he sort. The last draw made him stare in utter shock. After studying the contents for a full minute he tentatively reached in and picked up the gun. Not a big gun. A small automatic more probably for a woman. He stroked it lovingly feeling the blue black steel with his fingertips.

 

He whirled round at the sound of the bedroom door opening. His first panicked instinct was to dive for the open window but it was on the other side of the room and the door was between him and his escape route. Light flooded in from the hall then some of it was blocked by a figure silhouetted in the doorway. It stepped in and a long slender arm reached out and flicked on the central light. He squinted against the sudden brightness. Spotting the black garbed intruder the figure froze.

 

For long seconds the two stared transfixed at each other.

 

The woman opened her mouth to speak but stayed silent as the man raising his arm to point the gun directly at her placed a finger to his lips. Noting his seeming unfamiliarity with the weapon she did as instructed. No sense in being shot by an amateur with a nervous trigger finger.

 

When his eyes adjusted fully to the light he was better able to study the woman. Seeing her properly for the first time made his stomach tightened. She was possibly the most beautiful, the most provocative, the most stunning woman he'd ever laid eyes on. She must have only just gotten out of her bath as her skin looked clean, scrubbed and positively radiant. She wore no make-up but this didn't diminish from her allure in the slightest. Her long blond hair hung down just over her shoulders. She obviously had a good figure. He knew this because he could see a good deal of it. She was wearing only two items. One was a translucent pink baby doll negligee that reached only as far as the top of her thighs. Through this he could see the tiniest pair of matching thong panties. Her long legs were bare as were her feet.

 

Having perused her body once his gaze returned to her most outstanding feature. The flimsy lingerie had very thin straps which left her shoulders mostly bare. In addition it was incredibly low cut at the front. This exposed a huge expanse of softly tanned bosom, a bosom completely out of proportion to the rest of her slim athletic figure. A dark canyon separated two monumental mounds of quivering flesh and although the bodice wasn't as see-through as the rest of the garment he was pretty sure he could make out her dark areolas and nipples. His gun arm began to drop.

 

She noted the direction of his gaze. It wasn't the first time a man had been beguiled by her magnificent twin appendages. Seeing an opportunity she very slowly began to walk towards him deliberately swaying her torso so make her breasts jiggle and ripple. He appeared mesmerised by the swinging globes his eyes shining. Just as she tensed to make a play for the gun he jerked awake and raised his arm again.

 

She froze. Slowly he flicked the gun indicating she should move back. Once there he flicked it again at the door. Interpreting his wishes she turned and closed it. His nearly dropped the weapon. The translucent negligée hardly covered her body but as she bent to grasp the door handle it rode up at the back. The thong covered nothing or rather exposed everything. He stared once more enraptured at her naked backside. He'd never seen such a peach perfect rear and mile long athletic legs before. It was at this precise moment a wicked thought entered his head.

 

They stared at each other in silence. His dark eyes met her incredibly large deep blue ones and he felt himself falling under her spell once more. 'He's wondering what to do with me' she thought. 'He obviously not doesn't want to shoot me and if he just leaves he knows I'll phone the police before he has time to get away.'

 

All this appeared to have occurred to the burglar and he'd have been in a definite quandary had he not seen the contents of the bottom draw. Slowly keeping his eyes and gun on the woman he stooped down and felt for an item he'd spotted earlier. Finding it he rose then tossed it onto the bed beside her.

 

Special Agent Jenny Richards of MI6 had fulfilled many missions for the British Secret Service. Over the last few years she'd accumulated a collection of souvenirs from some of these which she kept in the bottom draw. All the items had one thing in common.

 

On the bed lay a large red ball gag with a leather strap and sturdy buckle.

 

She looked at the intruder. After a few seconds he angrily wiggled the gun at the gag. Obviously he'd found a way out of his predicament. Resignedly she picked up the gag. For some strange reason she tried to remember during which mission this one had been used on her, there were three in the draw this being the largest, but for now it wouldn't come to her. He waited patiently allowing her to work out that she was powerless to resist and would have to do as he wanted.

 

The large ball was made of bright red plastic. She was thankful it wasn't rubber, those tasted atrocious. The strap was inch wide leather with a brass buckle. As she fingered the item she felt her breath quicken and a thrill warmed her belly. Slowly Jenny raised the gag and stretching her jaws apart eased the ball between her teeth. Giving him a hard stare she reached behind her head and slipped the strap through the buckle. As she pulled it tight both of them felt an identical rush of blood to their loins. He had in his power a nearly naked big titted goddess with a ball gag in her mouth. It could only get better if there was a drinks cabinet and a Kebab stall in the corner of the room.

 

When the intruder was satisfied the woman was effectively silenced he stooped down again and rummaged in the draw until his questing fingers felt what he wanted. The padded leather cuff landed on the bed. She stared at him until he pointed the gun at her ankle. Still fighting internally the blond reluctantly knelt on one knee. He watched intensely, eagerly as she reached down. Her arms pressed her breasts together creating a magnificent vertigo inducing chasm of pink quivering tit-flesh. As she worked every movement of her arms was mirrored by the wobbling of her giant mammaries. His black trousers began to feel very restrictive.

 

As the leather closed around her ankle the blond agent felt a distinct tightening in her belly which only grew as she tightened the buckle. Before she could rise a second cuff landed on the bed. She swapped knees and soon felt her other ankle firmly embraced by the soft leather. She stood back up. He could see her cheeks had begun to turn a deeper shade of pink.

 

The black garbed robber gestured with the gun indicating she was to get on the bed. She hesitated uncertainly but eventually she sat her naked rump on the bed and swung her legs up. She rested on her elbows watching him until he waved her to lie back. Reluctantly she lay flat.

    

He gripped her ankle and pulled her leg until he could clip the leather cuff to the outside of the brass bedstead at the foot of the bed. Crossing over he did the same with the other ankle on the opposite side. He stared down at the blond who was lying with her legs splayed wide apart. The baby doll nighty had ridden up exposing the tiny thong panties that held her crotch in a tender embrace. He couldn't help thinking that there was only the thinnest scrap of material between himself and what lay beneath. He looked back up at her eyes staring at him and he could tell she knew exactly what he was thinking.

 

With her partly tethered he returned to the draw and selected a pair of fluffy handcuffs. They clinked as he tossed them to her. Dexterously she caught them. Staying perfectly still she felt the fluffy pink lining knowing full well that beneath the soft material lay very sturdy carbon steel cuffs just as capable as the real thing. If she did what he no doubt wanted she would be his helpless captive. The blond pouted obviously reluctant to take that final step until becoming irritated at her prevarication he waved the gun at her. The lump in her belly flared up as she slipped the covered steel around her wrist and pressed clicking the ratchet together. He could have sworn she uttered a sort of soft gasp. Looking up at him he pointed at the bedstead. Looping the cuff chain around a central bar on the bedstead she obediently closed the second cuff on her other wrist.

 

She wriggled testing the ankle and wrist restraints but apart from a clinking sound of metal on metal there was no escape. The busty blond agent had shackled herself. She was trapped, captive, gagged, cuffed and utterly helpless.

 

Leaving the blond shackled to the bed he found the bathroom. Condensation still fogged the mirror as he dragged off his mask and stared at his reflection. 'Holy Jesus' he thought. 'She's the sum total of every male fantasy and she's completely in my power. How could any red blooded male resist. He could just climb out of the window or ...'

 

He made his decision. Taking a deep breath he slipped the mask back on and walked purposefully back in to the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed. She stared warily at him her chest slowly rising and falling as she breathed through her nose. He laid his hand gently on her thigh. She wriggled and 'Mmmmph'ed' objecting but it made no difference as he slowly stroked her tanned velvet skinned thigh feeling the soft smooth flesh beneath his fingertips.

 

No amount of moaning or rattling of bindings could stop him. He was in fantasy world of his own as he fondled the blonde’s long muscular limbs. Soon his fumbling moved up her writhing body over the top of the lacy baby doll. He reached his target. Their eyes met. Was she pleading for him to stop or maybe not?'

 

He slipped a finger into the left cup of the lacy bodice, laid his other hand on the exposed flesh of her tit and pulled in opposite directions. More and more flesh appeared until her whole tit popped out. The bound blond wriggled all the more and moaned as she was exposed not realising her movements only made her boob wobble delightfully. She 'Mmmmph'ed' even louder when he slid her other tit out. Then the only sound in the room was their breathing.

 

Most women will attest that any natural tit will slid sideways when they lie flat and Jenny despite having high firm breasts was no different. However the straps and bodice of the nighty effectively forced her twin mounds together so it looked like she had two beach balls resting on her chest. He stared down mesmerised by her giant spheres. They were both softly tanned and topped by large chocolate areolas.

 

He reached for his prize and both of them held their breath.

 

The skin felt like the softest silk. Her chest rose from the bed as his fingers first touched her wondrous mounds. She moaned and shook her head objecting furiously as he gently caressed her breasts. He treated the twin spheres as if they were the most fragile of baby birds running his fingertips over the tanned surface. The blond moaned as sensation filled her huge mammaries.

 

Suddenly her eyes flew open wide as he dipped his head and slowly licked around the areolas of her right breast. She groaned through the ball gag as he used his tongue to drive her wild. He switched sides and treated the other tit to a thorough tonguing. His ardour began to grow as his attack on her mounds grew more intense. His fingers sank into both tits and he captured her nipple between his teeth. He bit her rubbery teat softly making her jerk and strain against the shackles binding her to the bed.

 

The moaning that had at first objected to his handling of her body now changed. He molested her tits sucking and nibbling like a thirsty man in the desert. Her groans were more begging, pleading, imploring. His tongue glided over the nodules on her milk chocolate coloured areolas. They were perfectly round, about three inches across and puffy with arousal. Her body heaved nearly throwing him off but he just gripped her tits all the harder and nursed and suckled on their erect inflamed peaks. No amount of whining or writhing could stop him from molesting her humungous bazookas. Her tits felt as if they were being squeezed in a vice while trapped in a milking machine. They grew more and more aroused as he roughly handled her soft pliant mounds shifting the massive jugs in all directions. The tips were on fire hugely erect almost fit to burst.

 

Eventually he released the blonds reddened saliva coated breasts and with not the slightest hesitation gripped her tiny panties. A vicious jerk ripped them from her loins. The restrained blond was so shocked by the sudden exposure of her vagina she seemed unable to make even the smallest objection. He stared down at her exposed pussy which looked not unlike a beautiful blooming pink flower between her spread thighs. Her arousal was obvious. The lips were plump and puffy and the gaping pink entrance showed a spot of moisture. Even her clitoris appeared erect straining upwards begging for attention.

 

It got its wish. She gave out a pitiful whine as he dived down covering her pussy with his mouth. Her hips went wild and the bed shook as she writhed under his assault on her most sensitive flesh. Her ankles tugged at the leather cuffs while her wrists pulled on the handcuffs. The ridiculous fluffy cuffs were still carbon steel underneath and did the job just like the real thing giving her no chance of release. He treated her cunt as he had her tits licking round and round the bloated lips and the pink inner flesh before he attacked her hard clit. She tasted better than any woman he'd ever had. Her juices were sweet and flowed copiously as he mercilessly ate her out. She writhed under his oral attack mewing and moaning. Her hips rocked and surged each time his questing tongue penetrated deep into her wet pink grotto. Slowly her climax built as he worked on her. Her loins grew warmer and warmer as the pressure within her climbed higher and higher. Suddenly his teeth nibbled her throbbing clit and it sent her hurtling over the climactic precipice.

 

The bed bounced and creaked as the blonde’s athletic body convulsed with a muscle locking orgasm. The pussy sucking burglar hung on for dear life tonguing her vagina trying to force her splendid body to prolong her orgasmic peak. Her teeth ground together and primal animal like growl emanated from her chest. Spasm after spasm of pleasure erupted deep in her loins each one thrusting her hips upward to meet his penetrating tongue.

 

Finally her climax abated and she lay panting on the bed her eyes closed. The man stood and stared down marvelling at the blonde’s reaction to his manipulations. No woman had ever orgasmed as explosively as she had when he'd made love to them and yet there was many a mile to go before he was finished with this bondaged vision of beauty.

 

He feverishly ripped off his boots, trousers and underwear. His cock was huge and straining ready for the coming events. Gently he climbed on to the bed and settled on top of the blond. She felt his body touch hers and opened her eyes to stare up into his.

 

Her pussy was gaping open dripping with juice and offered no resistance as his cock slowly, inexorably pushed inside her. Was it a moan of pleasure or of protest that erupted from deep within her chest? Her eyes grew wider as she appeared surprised by the sheer girth of his member stretching her wide. Slowly his cock penetrated deeper. Each push gained a couple of inches and elicited a grunt or yelp from the bound blond. With a final push he impaled her fully on his shaft. Lying still he luxuriated in the hot wet grip of her pussy. When he didn't move she gave out a quiet mewing moan as if to plead with him to pull out. He chose to believe she was actually saying 'get on with it you dirty rotten bastard and do your worst.'

 

He gazed into her eyes as he ever so slowly drew back his hips. Each inch sent a shiver through her body until just the tip of his monster cock remained inside her. He waited teasing, waited tormenting, waited extending her excruciating expectation of his sudden thrust. Just as her eyes narrowed and she made to make a noise he plunged forward burying his cock all the way into her. He could see her teeth clench on the leather strap as his cock threatened to split her apart. He couldn't hold back any longer. His gnarled shaft slammed into the bound woman’s body again and again. Her hips moved to meet his and with each thrust they grunted simultaneously and their flesh slapped together. No question of her objecting now she wanted his cock and his seed and he fully intended to give both of them to her eventually.    

 

With an iron will he resisted the temptation to simply hammer away at the soft blond. Each time he felt either himself or the woman begin the ascent toward orgasm he slowed his pace. He could feel he was driving her mad with frustration. She wanted desperately to cum but he steadfastly refused to allow it. Sometimes as he slowly fucked her he would suck on the side of her neck other times he'd lever himself up on to his elbows giving him access to her stupendous wobbling tits again.

 

He kept it up for twenty minutes. She tried to use her hip movement to rub her clit against his groin but still he denied her. When he judged the moment was right he pushed himself right up on his extended arms. Staring down into her pleading eyes he clenched his buttocks and tensed his back muscles then with a cry drove his cock deep into her hot wet cunt.

 

The blond whined but it soon turned to moans. He pounded into her impaling her on his monster shaft. Faster and faster showing no mercy he fucked her with all his strength. Her wrists were on fire as she strained against the cuffs the metal rattling against the bedstead each time he pistoned into her moist reddened pussy. He felt her gripping his member as they began to build. His breath sounded like a steam hammer and he grunted with each thrust. Her loins rose to meet his helping him to penetrate her as deeply as possible and their hips slapped together.

 

He grunted one final time and semen gushed from his cock deep inside the blond. The moist heat of his essence joined with her juices as she reached nirvana and together their bodies joined in mutual orgasm. He jerked as each spurt of cum left his cock. She jerked and spasmed as her climax suffused her loins spreading out over her whole body.

 

Slowly their pleasure and sweat sheened bodies collapsed back until she lay spent and he lay on top of her. Slowly he rolled off to lie at her side. He stared at the ceiling reliving possibly the best fuck of his life, Together their chests heaved as they tried to recover their breath.

 

Normally at this point he'd fall into a satisfied sleep but he had this unbelievable opportunity and he wasn't going to waste it. The draw contained an amazing array of implements and devices every one of them dedicated to different forms of sexual practice.

 

She murmured her eyes still closed as he lay the ring of stainless steel so her erect nipple poked through the centre. The tiny grub screw turned easily and slowly the clamp closed. He was careful to only tighten it so it just held her nipple. The twin was connected by a short chain and he managed to close it before her eyes opened sleepily. She looked down at her new jewellery then back up at him. He interpreted the muffled whimper as 'what the hells this?'   

 

Smiling he gripped each screw head and twisted hard. Both devices did just what their name suggested and clamped down hard crushing her twin rubbery peaks. Her body jerked and convulsed as the pain screamed through her tits.

 

While the busty blond was distracted by the pain he freed her left ankle then quickly dragged it over to the opposite side of the bedstead and reattached it. He freed her other ankle and pulled her leg across the other way. The whole point of the exercise was to flip her body over until with the right ankle now fixed she lay shackled face down on the bed.

 

Realising just too late what he'd done she reacted trying to liberate her captive limbs. There were a number of things you could do face down but she also knew there was a number of items in the draw that could make this position very vulnerable. She had as much success freeing herself this time as she had before. i.e. none all at.

 

When she'd ceased whining and grumbling and quietened down he returned from rummaging in the draw. The flogger was black with a leather handle and a dozen thin leather strips about eighteen inches long. It was a serious flail and used hard enough and long enough could cause a great deal of damage to tender flesh but he knew that to damage this blond vision of loveliness would be a crime. No that wasn't his intention.

 

When she spotted the whip her eyes flew wide. Her muffled whimpering begged him not to do what he intended. Slowly he lifted the back of her baby doll negligée exposing her long slender well-muscled back and her magnificent plump backside. Softly he stroked her buttocks feeling her body squirm as he touched her rounded flesh. She tried to use the big puppy eyes on him but it did no good. He raised the flogger and she stiffened dreading the coming blow.

 

The leather flail descended on her ass. She jerked and gave out a muffled shriek then she realised he'd not hit her very hard at all. It had been more of a love tap than an attempt to punish or hurt her. The leather slapped gently onto the flesh of her back again nowhere near as hard as she'd expected. Slowly she relaxed. The leather straps stroked her skin rather than hit it. Her muffled shriek became more like a cat purring. She lay stretched out on the bed shackled by her own hand as a silent figure in a black mask gently whipped her. The sexual arousal grew within her. He moved back down from her now pink back and targeted her butt. The plump mounds rippled each time the leather brushed her butt. Like a metronome his arm rose and fell until her ass became a darker pink. The repeated blows while still not as hard as they could have been began to smart. As he kept on whipping her she began to writhe and whimper. Red stripes began to form and she strained in her bondage.

 

Behind the mask the man’s eyes shone. Her ass was magnificent and he felt all powerful with the blonds bound body at his mercy. The leather straps sang as they whistled through the air. Her ass shuddered and undulated as the flogger landed again. She moaned as her cheeks turned from smarting to stinging.

 

For the final time the scourge slapped down on her hot red skin and she jerked and shuddered as the shooting burning pain exploded in her sore ass. He was breathing hard and so was she. Quiet whimpering came from behind the ball gag.

 

In the bathroom he took a drink and stared at his reflection. Time for the big climax he thought the adrenaline seeming to go straight to his cock which was hard and ready and eager for action.

 

Taking one final item from the draw he approached the bed. The blond watched him warily. Then he showed her what he held. With a pathetic moan she tried to pull away but the steel held her prostrate and at his mercy. The ankle cuffs splayed her legs wide apart exposing her nether regions and leaving both her holes unprotected and utterly at his mercy. He had easy access to her red and moist pussy. The vibrator was a marvel of anatomical perfection. If it was a copy of an actual male member then the guy must be a God because his cock could satisfy a donkey.

 

With his hand on the small of her back he positioned the black monster at the entrance of her vagina. The blond threw back her head as he slowly inserted it into her bound body. Each inch brought a muffled whine as the vibrator stretched her pussy even wider open than his cock had. She ground her teeth as he forced it forward until ten of the twelve inches were nestled inside her.

 

Satisfied he threw his leg across straggling her hips. The blond lay still feeling the brutal Frankenstein sized cock filling her loins. As if worshipping her ass he laid his hands on her warm pink cheeks. She didn't seem to notice his touch until slowly he parted her cheeks revealing her puckered anus. The bound woman gave a startled murmur as a gob of spit landed on her butt hole.

 

He aimed his rock hard cock and began to push. She fought him writhing and wriggling but he was not to be denied. Inexorably her anus was forced open and his cock head breached her defences. Suddenly her sphincter opened and three inches of his shaft entered her back passage. She moaned piteously as he leant forwards adding his body weight. Again and again he thrust driving his man meat into her captive body.

 

He could feel he wasn't going to last long and he knew that she wouldn't with what he had planned. Her hot tight insides gripped his cock like a velvet glove. He lay flat on her recumbent bound body and slowly fucked her ass. She whimpered at first but he quickly felt her hips begin to move to meet his thrusts. Together they moved in harmony straining against each other.

 

He was close now. Time to bring things to a head. He forced his hands under her body gripping her huge tits. Fumbling he found the nipple clamps then the tiny grub screws. He thrust hard and twisted the screws. She seized as the pain lanced through her abused nipples again and wrenched at her unyielding bindings. The black masked tormenter then reached down between their bodies and flicked the switch on the vibrator. Deep inside the blonds cunt a motor that could have come from a 1965 Harley Davidson Indian motorcycle started up. Faster and faster it whirred until it buzzed like an angry wasp.

 

Both of them felt the incredible sensations. His cock felt the vibrations through the membrane between her pussy and anal passage. She felt every one of the ten inches of plastic trying to turn her vagina to liquid. He thrust as if his life depended on it pressing down on her plump ass forcing his cock against the vibrating phallus. This in turn forced her clit hard against the throbbing sex toy. No amount of reciting the U.S. States in alphabetical order was going to prolong the performance for either of them. He came hard but he felt she came harder. His second orgasm meant he didn't ejaculate quite as much semen deep into the blonde’s ass but the erupting climax was just as exquisite as the first maybe even more.

 

She on the other hand was shuddering and jerking as spasms of orgasmic delight flared up, ignited and detonated into an explosion of intense effervescent bliss. He quietened but she just kept going the vibrator tormenting her pussy and clitoris. Metal jinked as her body luxuriated in the flood of delicious gratification.

 

Slipping off the bed the burglar silently dressed himself then looked back wondrously at the blond lying face down comatose on the bed. Every so often a small tremor gripped her followed by a soft moan. He'd left the key in the handcuff lock so she could easily release herself and the vibrator humming quietly on its lowest setting inside her. With a final wistful glance he climbed through the window and descended the ladder. Back on firm ground he headed for a darkened van and opened the door. Climbing in he looked across at the oriental woman in the driver’s seat.

 

'Everything O.k. Bret?' she asked.

 

He couldn't stop himself from swearing. 'Fucking phenomenal' he burst out 'she's gotta be the best fuck in the entire world.'

 

Suki smiled. 'And you're sure she didn't suspect?'

 

The tall Australian replied 'she seemed perfectly happy to do anything as if she thought I was really that guy Henry.'

 

'Yes, her fuck buddy. Still if you'd have said a word that accent of yours would have given it away. It's amazing she doesn't suspect. You're the fourth different guy who's played the burglar. The fourth who's tied her to the bed and the fourth who's fucked the living daylights out of her. We should start charging a fee. We could be rich.'

 

'Hmmm' the man mused. 'It’s just ...' he began then faltered.

 

The Japanese agent glanced across at him. 'What?'

 

'It’s just that are you sure she doesn't know. I mean four men. Everyone must have been different. Different height maybe, physique, smell even. And don't forget every man’s different in bed. We all have our own little ways and I daresay no two cocks are the same.' 

 

Suki appeared shocked. Surely the blond bimbo didn't realise. She sat staring into space thinking hard. The man jumped as suddenly she burst out 'That dirty fucking bitch.'

 

Inside she raged 'She's ruined it. Well I'll get you Jenny Richards and your little dog, just see if I don't. My revenge will be terrible. I'll see you defiled, degraded, shamed, and debauched. You'll regret the day you fooled Suki Namura.'

 

 

 

 

Shoplifting for Dummies.

 

 

The shop was a large department store selling a bewildering array of items over four floors. Perfumes just inside the main entrance, ladies fashions, kitchenware all on the ground. Menswear, bedding and furniture on the second. The mid-day crowds bustled around the displays some buying but more just browsing. Jenny felt so conspicuous. More conspicuous then normal that is. She'd tried to get used to people staring as she moved through the throng but her striking appearance, vivacious smile, mile long legs, slim waist and ever animated bosom made her stand out from the usual shoppers. She hated the summer the most. It was too warm to wear a big coat so her amazing figure tended to draw the attention of any men who spotted her and some of the women as well.

 

Suki had said she was a natural for the sting operation and she had to agree. Which was why today she was lurking in the jewellery department. There'd been complaints Suki had said. Inappropriate behaviour she'd described it as. There was no proof of course. It had all taken place in a small back room. One or two complaints could be written off as just sour grapes from women caught stealing but the complaints kept coming.

 

Suki, Jenny's ‘best friend’ explained the situation and the cunning plan they'd devised to trap the deviant store detectives and the blonde’s central part in it.

 

On the day Suki had dressed the striking blond. Sexy she'd said. Make the bait more enticing she'd said so reluctantly Jenny had worn the outfit selected. The underwear came straight from Victoria's Secret. Slowly luxuriating in the soft feel the blond drew the shear stockings up her long athletic legs. A suspender belt fit round her waist and clipped to the stocking tops. The bra and panties were a soft powder blue. The thong felt snug cupping her hairless pubic mound the string slipping between the twin peaches of her butt left them completely uncovered. She took the bra and slid it up her arms and over her shoulders then shrugging and jiggling she adjusted her breasts until they fitted comfortably into the cups before reaching behind her to clip it closed. A further couple of adjustments and the soft lacy material was holding her giant mounds like the tender embrace of a lover. Turning she stared at her reflection in a long mirror. She had to admit that the lingerie enhanced her already stunning figure. She turned looking back over her shoulder to stare at her rear view. Apart from the bra strap her back from neck to thighs was as good as naked.

 

She slipped on a soft purest white blouse buttoning it up the front. It was particularly low cut leaving a generous amount of cleavage on show. The black skirt was far shorter and tighter than she found comfortable. It felt as if it was holding her butt and thighs in a friendly grasp. Finally she slid her feet into ridiculously high heels. They felt uncomfortable but made her already long legs look even more amazing. The final item was a light windcheater jacket with large internal pockets. After all you couldn't go shoplifting in skin tight clothes.

 

An hour later Jenny sheepishly approached the jewellery counter and asked to see a display of rings. The assistant showed her a couple explaining the various cuts and settings of the gems when Jenny asked 'What about those there' pointing behind the woman. As she turned the blond slipped one of the rings into the inside jacket pocket then as quick as she could said she'd think about it and turned to leave.

 

The woman who faced her was huge. Easily four inches taller than the blond even with her high heels. 'Excuse me Mam' she intoned 'please accompany me.'

 

Before she could say a word and brooking no argument she seized Jenny's arm in a vice like grip and practically dragged her towards the back of the store. A single door led from the bright sparkling cleanliness of the shop into a dingy not nearly so clean institutional beige coloured corridor. They passed door after door until with a shove Jenny found herself impelled into an office marked 'Security.' It was about twelve feet square with a desk near one wall and a filing cabinet against another. On the last wall leaned a curious apparatus of metal pipes. With a clap of doom the office door slammed shut and to her consternation Jenny heard the tell tail clink of the door being locked.

 

Behind the desk a woman dressed in the same dark uniform of the hulk looked up and perused the blond with cold hard eyes. Slowly she scanned up and down the blonds figure taking special note of her bulging bosom, short skirt, nylon clad legs and high heels that made her seem very unsure of her balance even standing still. She seemed lost in thought as her eyes changed from bored to calculating.

 

The two women were dressed in identical black military style uniforms with the word 'Security' embroidered over the left breast. They both had short dark hair and serious hard faces. The biggest differences were the six inches in height and the sharp intelligence of the smaller woman compared to the larger ones bovine empty expression.

 

She cocked an eye at the other Security Guard who said tersely 'Tealeaf, Jewellery department.' Jenny nearly turned to see who else was in the office as she'd never heard a woman speak in such a low brutally rasping voice. She must gargle razor blades she thought.

 

The smaller woman who was obviously in charge turned her gimlet hard gaze back to the blond pursing her thin lips saying nothing. She continued to stare at Jenny making her fidget uncomfortably. The whole point of the exercise until the blond could take it no longer and blurted out 'What's going on. Why am I ... ?’

 

'My name is Volker' interrupted the woman. 'New Head of Security for the store. The lady behind you is Ms Graves. We have been employed to combat the increasing instances of shoplifting. The company have become exasperated by the amount of theft in the store and have tasked us to provide a more, shall we say, robust deterrent. You're here because you've been a bad girl, haven't you?'

 

Jenny played her part as the affronted innocent shopper. 'I don't know what you mean. I demand to ....'

 

'Demand?' said guard her eyes narrowing dangerously. 'Demand? You're in no position to demand anything. You're here because you were seen to purloin an item of value.'

 

Putting on a furious expression the Special Agent blustered 'Nonsense. I didn't take anything.'

 

'Ms Graves if you please' said Volker.

 

Before Jenny could react her light jacket was practically ripped from her shoulders and passed over. Then with some ceremony Volker dipped her hand inside the pocket and withdrew the ring Jenny had purposely pilfered and held it up for her to see.

 

She remained silent knowing there was no protestation that would move either woman. Besides she was just where she wanted to be and as long as they didn't suspect she was a plant then events would come to a head more quickly.

 

Actually quicker than she thought as Volker spoke 'I think before we call the Police we need to follow the required 'interrogation procedures.' She extracted a form from her desk and began asking questions. Jenny lied to every one giving a fictitious name of Jenny Jones and false address as well. Finally Volker seemed satisfied, deliberately put the cap back on her pen and the form back into her desk. Then she stood and faced the blond. 'That just leaves the final 'procedure.'

 

Jenny waited. She'd got a pretty good idea what was coming but the words still left her cold.

 

'A body search.'

 

'What' screeched the blond? 'No bloody way. You're not searching me, no way. You have no right. It's against the law.'

 

'I think' snarled Volker 'that your rights were forfeit when you stole the jewellery and we have been instructed to make sure there are no further small items are secreted about your person. We intend to search you in the most minute detail so I suggest you relax and make it easy on both of us.'

 

Jenny tensed to run but before she could take a step Volker nodded and she felt her upper arms gripped by the giant hands of the hulking Graves. She tried to struggle but it made no difference. The hands that held her had more place being attached to a grizzly bear than a human and she was powerless to escape. Volker watched until the blonds wriggling quieted then stepped forward. With a short back lift she slapped the blond viciously across the cheek. Jenny was so shocked she simply stared back at Volker unable to speak. Her cheek fizzed as the sharp pain dulled to an ache and her skin turned pink.

 

'Fuck with me blondie' snarled volker 'and I'll make you sorry.'

 

Jenny stared back stunned.

 

Volker appeared to take this as acquiescence and nodded. Then without any further words reached up and undid the top button on Jenny’s blouse. The blond began to struggle once more her eyes wide and fearful but this only made the hands gripping her arms tighten painfully. She was powerless to stop Volker as slowly almost teasingly the woman undid each button one after the other. Once the last one was released she gripped the white blouse and tugged it from the waistband of the blonds black skirt until it was completely free. Graves released one of Jenny's arms allowing Volker to pull the blouse off on one side then doing the other arm so the blouse could be removed completely.

 

Graves watched carefully but as the blond made no move to flee allowed her to stand unrestrained with just her bra covering her above the waist.

 

Jenny folded her arms across her chest seemingly embarrassed by being exposed while Volker made the cursory pretence of searching the blouse. Finding no further sparkly items or nuclear missiles she discarded it disdainfully tossing it aside. Smirking she looked back at the agitated blond. 'Arms by your sides' growled Volker. Her eyes wide with anxiety Jenny obeyed the Security Chief whose fingers went to the belt of Jenny’s short black skirt. The blond quivered but remained still as the clasp gave and the small zip lowered. Stooping Volker slowly tugged the skirt down over the blonde’s wide hips exposing her scanty underwear. 'Lift' said Volker and Jenny raised one foot then the other allowing the Security guard to slip the skirt all the way off her. Once more she examined the skirt before tossing aside it to join the blouse on the floor.

 

The blond secret agent shivered now clad in nothing but her sexy lingerie. 'Now would be a good time chaps' she thought. Suki had said they'd give them about twenty minutes before bursting in and arresting the perverts. How long had she been in the office? Surely it was time. Maybe another five minutes but a lot could happen in five minutes. She'd noticed up in the corner of the office the blinking red light on a small video camera. Suki was probably monitoring them right now and judging her moment knowing she had the film for proof of wrong doing. Then she thought more about it. Maybe Suki was right. If they burst in now then they could claim that it was a simple body search of a proven thief who had chosen to target small items. There was no telling how much tiny contraband could be hidden in clothes and up to now there'd been little actual 'inappropriate behaviour. If this was it they'd get off scot free. Jenny steeled herself. Suki wouldn't spare her blushes if it meant getting a good conviction.

 

Volker stared at the blond. By the gods she thought we've got a catch here. This could be fun. At the very same time Jenny stared back seeing the evil glint in Volkers eyes and she began to have second thoughts about this great plan.

 

'Turn round' ordered Volker.

 

Slowly Jenny turned until she faced Graves. From behind her Jenny could almost feel Volkers eyes on her skin. She was acutely aware of the inadequate covering provided by the thong and the show she was putting on. Suddenly a hand settled on her butt cheek.

 

'Hey' she yelped then a hand gripped a fist full of her hair.

 

Volker rasped 'Can it blondie unless you want another few slaps.'

 

The blond agent stayed silent as Volker resumed stroking her ass all the while making lewd comments about the soft feel and the plumpness. Fingers sank into the pillow like cheeks feeling the pliant flesh, moulding it, caressing it. She jerked as the hand spanked her. Not a hard spank. Not a spank designed for pain more a playful spank for a lover. Volker watched fascinated as the flesh of the blonds ass rippled each time she slapped it. She's got the ass of a goddess she thought and spanked it some more. They might not have been hard but even the softest of slaps will turn flesh pink if repeated enough times. Jenny felt her butt begin to grow warm as Volker smacked her. She seemed mesmerised by the perfectly plump spheres as she punished the blond.

 

Jenny looked to the blinking red light. Would Suki intervene now? Surely this was 'inappropriate.' Damn thought Jenny knowing that Suki would never think a light spanking was good enough particularly as from personal experience she knew Jenny was quite partial to corporal punishment during sex. Jenny would just have to grin and bare it. A phrase she thought that could very soon come to pass.

 

Volker stopped abusing Jenny’s ass noting both cheeks were a pleasing shade of pink. Now more confident that the blond was cowed and in her control Volker reached up and with barely any hesitation snapped open the clasp on the blonds bra then spun her back round. Jenny's arms began to rise as the bra loosened until she met the diamond hard stare of the woman and let them drop back. Volker waited teasing then gripping the bra's shoulder straps slid them down the blonds arms stripping her of her last upper body covering. Jenny felt the cool air of the office kiss her nipples. The tell tail throb of arousal begin in the tips of her breasts and even though this was a mission she still felt the excitement begin to grow in her loins from being dominated by this strong willed woman.

 

Volkers eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when she saw the blonds giant tits exposed. Two perfect caramel tanned spheres with dark brown tips fully three inches across and at their centre large rubbery tips already protruding noticeably. Jenny could only stand and allow the woman to ogle her boobs quietly cursing Suki as the woman's lascivious stare bored into her giant jugs.

 

Shaking herself out of her breast fixated trance Volker stepped forward to stand close to the blond. Jenny could feel her breath on her face as she snarled 'stay still girly' and stooped down. She'd known it would come but it made no difference knowing. It was still a shock as Volker gripped the thin string each side of her thong panties and with exaggerated slowness began pulling them down. Jenny’s cheeks turned a deep pink as lower and lower the panties went until right before Volkers eyes her hairless pussy was revealed. Volker continued slipping the panties down the blonde’s nylon clad legs until they pooled at her ankles. Unbidden Jenny stepped out of the flimsy garment and kicked it aside.

 

Volker placed her hands on Jenny's hips and stared hard at the naked slit between her thighs. Jenny shivered and Volker could swear she could see the lips of her pussy turning pink and becoming plumper. It would seem the blond might be getting off on their actions the dirty slut.

 

'Well' spat Jenny 'I hope you can see that I'm not hiding any more stolen stuff. This has gone far enough.' The last statement was directed pointedly to the camera.

 

'We'll decide when we're finished blondie' replied Volker. As she said it Graves seized Jenny by the forearms once more trapping her. As she did this Volker slid open a desk draw and grabbed a few items. Jenny struggled to no avail in the implacable grip of the giant who bent her forwards and crossed her wrists. The plastic zip tie was applied in seconds and pulled tight. Then with the blond kicking and spluttering oaths Volker took a two inch wide leather belt and wrapped it around the blonds upper arms just above the elbows and began pulling it tight. Slowly Jenny’s elbows were drawn closer and closer together. No matter how much she writhed and jerked Graves held her captive as Volker did her work. The elbows touched and Volker buckled the belt closed.

 

Graves held her until she stopped struggling. Volker simply sat on the edge of her desk smiling at the sight of the blonde’s breasts swaying and swinging as she writhed in the giants grip. Slowly the blond realised she was getting nowhere and stood still her chest heaving as she panted getting her breath back.

 

Jenny stared at the camera. Surely they had enough evidence now. Here she stood her tits, pussy and well spanked ass exposed and her arms tied against her will but the door remained obstinately unburst open.

 

Volker rose slowly and faced Jenny once more. 'Seems you need a reminder of just who is in charge here girly' she snarled and without any warning drew back her hand once more and slapped Jenny across the cheek. The slap echoed in the small room. Jenny’s head was flung sideways by the force of the blow. Quickly, a curse on her lips she turned back to face Volker who had been expecting it and a second slap hit the blonds reddened cheek. Jenny hung in the giants grasp reluctant to give the woman an easy target again. Her cheek felt on fire. The woman could slap for England. Volker grabbed her by the throat and pulled her up so they stood nose to nose. 'Let that be a lesson bitch. You can do what we want with or without a well slapped face. Your choice.'

 

Jenny stood defiantly staring back at the woman but wisely staying silent.

 

Volker needlessly said to Graves 'Hold her still' as she placed her hands on Jenny’s waist. Staring into the blonds eyes Volker slowly caressed her super soft skin. Gradually her hands rose upwards over her stomach and ribs until they inevitably met the giant cantaloupes of the blonde’s breasts. Jenny stiffened as she felt the woman’s hands first touch her sensitive mounds. Volker smirked and cupped both of the blonde’s tits.

 

Jenny's lips pursed as the woman grasped her giant mammaries. Still staring into her eyes Volker played with the blonde’s tits moulding them, stroking them, sinking her fingers deep into the giant fleshy mounds. 'Hmmm nice titties girly I bet the boys all like playing with these. You must be a really popular young slut.'

 

Jenny grunted as Volker gripped her tits and lifted them higher and higher forcing the blond on to her tip toes. The pain in her tits grew worse and worse as Volker stretched them upwards until Jenny thought she had to cry out. Then Volker with a laugh suddenly released her tits allowing them to slap back down onto the blonds chest.

 

Jenny’s breath hissed out between her teeth. Her tits smarted from the mistreatment and red finger marks began to appear on their soft tanned skin. Volker wasn't finished. She gripped the blonde’s nipples and squeezed them. Jenny moaned and grimaced as the pain erupted in the twin peaks of her mounds. Volker tormented her twisting and pulling on the thick rubbery tips forcing the blond to move left then right by pulling on her flesh. She lifted the tips upwards stretching the giant mounds to the sky again forcing the blond on to her tip toes. This time she relented tormenting the blond and released her tortured nipples.

 

Still held immobile in Graves' unyielding grip the blond hoped the torment was at an end. She was wrong. Volker seized her left tit in both hands and squeezed it forcing the breast to take on the shape of a skin coloured ball then she lowered her head and took the blonds giant areolas and nipple into her mouth. Jenny could only writhe and moan as Volker sucked and sucked on her flesh. Her hands mauled the blonde’s tit as her mouth sucked hard drawing more flesh inside. Her teeth clamped together making Jenny jerk as the unexpected pain shot through her abused tit. Again and again Volker sucked on the amazing blonde’s breast. Every so often she'd bite the now fully erect nipple between her sharp front teeth but only enough to make the blond jerk and tremble. She wanted her aroused not tortured, well not tortured too much.

 

Jenny looked pleadingly at the camera as Volker worked on her other tit mauling it into all sorts of interesting shapes, slapping it a little, teasing the giant nipples and areolas. Jenny hung in Graves' grip moaning as Volker slaked her thirst for tit flesh until suddenly she stopped and stepped back. The blond agent’s tits still fizzed with bolts of pleasure from the manhandling grasp of the woman. The arousal had made her giant areolas puff up making them super sensitive as well as arousing her nipples which were extended now to their fullest length and thickest width.

 

Surely the door must burst open now. But still it remained obstinately shut.

 

Graves released her arms. Thank God it's over thought Jenny but she was to be quickly disabused. Graves' giant arms encircled her and the paw like hands grabbed her violated breasts. Volker watched as the giantess had her fill of the writhing blonds abused tits. Giant thick fingers sank deep into the fleshy balls making her moan as the pain and pleasure erupted in her tits once more. Her loins were getting warmer and wetter as her sexual arousal grew. Volker allowed Graves to use the blond for a couple of minutes watching as she slapped the giant spheres together and cruelly twirled the inch long nipples. Then gauging that the blond was ready she moved to stand before the pair. With a nod to Graves she stooped down and gripped the blonde’s ankle and threw her leg over her shoulder. Then she hooked her arm behind the blonds other leg and stood up. Jenny felt herself lifted in to the air. The back of her neck was on Graves' shoulder her bound arms hung below her and the hulking brute still held her tits in her enormous grasp. Volker meanwhile had Jenny’s thighs on her shoulders. This placed the blonde’s naked pussy directly in front of the Security heads face.

 

Taking a deep breath Volker dived her head forwards spearing her tongue deep into the blonds aroused cunt.

 

Jenny cried out as she felt her pussy invaded but she was helpless to prevent Volkers assault trapped as she was between the two women. This was obviously a move they'd used before because it was perfectly executed. Graves continued to molest Jenny’s boobs while Volker ate her pussy. Tongue, lips, teeth she used them all to abuse the blonds naked hairless pussy. She slid her tongue deep inside her vagina wriggling it around like a live worm tasting the captive woman’s slick pussy juices or she'd suck mightily on the plump pussy lips. Jenny began to groan out loud begging them to stop. It only took a minute before she was she begging them not to. Her body began to quake and tremble. Volker judged the moment then sucked the blonde’s clit between her lips and slavered her tongue over its tip. Again and again she licked the peanut sized nubbin until the blonds body suddenly stiffened.

 

The blond secret agent let out a long plaintive moan as the orgasm erupted volcano like in her loins. She jerked and quivered as the exquisite pleasure burst within her. Volker and Graves clung on to the young woman as the rapture suffused her splendid body. Graves gripped her nipples pumping them like she was trying to get some milk while graves continued to slaver her sand paper tongue over her hard clitoris. Together the women did everything they could to prolong the blonde’s orgasm drawing it out spasm after spasm.

 

Finally after what seemed like minutes the blond relaxed and the women laid her down on the desk top.

 

Jenny might have slept if a few minutes later Graves hadn't picked her up and unceremoniously dumped her on her knees on the floor. Slowly she opened her eyes. She knelt before Volker who had moved her chair out into the middle of the office. Jenny was positioned between the woman’s knees which were spread wide. This wouldn't normally have been a problem if Volker hadn't been naked from the waist down. Jenny stared directly at the woman’s pussy.

 

'Your turn' said Volker simply and Graves shoved Jenny’s face into Volker’s groin.

 

The blond clamped her mouth shut refusing to do the woman’s bidding. The door must burst open soon. She'd been stripped, spanked, molested and forced to orgasm by the two women. Suki must arrive any second.

 

Volker sighed. 'Persuade her' she said.

 

Graves gripped Jenny’s tied wrists and lifted forcing her face into Volkers groin then with a leather belt slapped the blond ass.

 

Jenny jerked as the leather slapped against her butt but steadfastly refused to open her mouth. Graves jerked her arms upwards which were hurting from being so tightly restrained sending pain through her shoulders then spanked her ass again with the leather. The blond yelped as the leather landed again and again on her already tender ass cheeks. Volker looked at her sadly. 'She can keep it up all day. Can you?'

 

Slowly the realisation came that she couldn't so to save herself further suffering the blond agent opened her mouth and extended her soft pink tongue.

 

Volker nodded happily and settled back as the blond began to work on her pussy.

 

Twice more Graves had to swing the leather strop when Volker decided Jenny wasn't giving as enthusiastic a performance as she desired. Each time Jenny dived in using her tongue and lips on the woman’s hairy pussy. Volker repeatedly gripped Jenny's hair and either forced her mouth harder into her pussy or pulled her away as she felt her orgasm approaching. In this way she had the blond between her thighs eating her pussy for the best part of an hour. Her clit was rock hard and her vagina moist with a mixture of her internal juices and Jenny’s saliva. The blonds tongue was beginning to tire and her knees were on fire until finally Volker gripped the blonds head hard between her thighs and allowed herself to climax. Her hips thrust upwards again and again and she cried out to God as hot juices sprayed over the face of the pitifully shamed blond.

 

Volker discarded her just as she'd done with her clothes pushing her to the floor just as there was a knock at the door. Volker dressed quickly then nodded to Graves who opened it.

 

At last Jenny thought expecting a flood of police instead she saw a single figure who entered and allowed Graves to re-lock it. She stared up at the figure. It was small and slim and dressed entirely in black with almost no skin showing anywhere. This included a jet black hood that covered the entire head with just two small eye holes. The three women stared down at the restrained blond on the floor. They didn't seem friendly. The figure in black took Volkers chair and studied the blond. She was a state. Post orgasm the sweat sheened her body and her face was slick with pussy juice. Her tits and ass were a deeper pink than they should have been and her pussy was still puffy and aroused.

 

In a deep rasp the figure spoke. 'You and your cohorts have become a real problem for the store. Not only do you steel from us but your pick pocketing friends drive away our customers. Our Security staff have done their best to quell your activities but despite their best efforts it seems the justice system feels that to lock you up would be wrong so they give out suspended sentences and within hours you are back to your old tricks. Therefore the company have decided that more, how shall we say, stringent, rigorous even severe and forceful measures should be brought to bare. To that end they have decided to bring in a specialist authorised to use all measures necessary to curtail your activities.'

 

Jenny stared at the figure 'A specialist' she uttered a distinct tremor in her voice.

 

'Yes. I am 'The Inquisitor'. I have been tasked with removing you and your fellow gang members from the picture. To this end you will provide me with their names and locations. If you do not be sure we can make it very uncomfortable for you.'

 

'You can't do this' cried the bound blond now genuinely afraid. 'Look this is all a misunderstanding. I'm on your side, I work for the Police I'm undercover.'

 

The three all guffawed at the claim. 'A likely story' snarled the Inquisitor. 'Start talking or suffer the consequences.'

 

Jenny pleaded but they refused to believe her. 'I don't know any names. I'm not part of a gang you've got to believe me. I'm one of you.'

 

'This is your final chance. Talk and save yourself from some very harsh interrogation or I promise you that you'll soon be begging to tell me your innermost secrets.

 

Jenny begged and pleaded but she could see she was not swaying the black clad figure in the slightest. The Inquisitor stared down at the bound nearly naked blond as she gradually fell silent then simply nodded to Graves. The last Jenny remembered was the clean white hanky that was clamped over her mouth and nose until she passed out.

   

 

Returning consciousness came in darkness. Jenny’s mouth felt much like it did after a night’s sleep. Whether this meant she'd been unconscious for a long time she didn't know. What she did know was that her circumstances had changed. For a start she was standing upright. Well not standing as much as suspended. Her arms were outstretched with her wrists slightly above her shoulders. Her ankles were likewise spread apart and bound. She could feel further restraints around her neck and waist. Unfortunately she could also detect that she was still mostly naked.

 

The major change was the gag in her mouth. It was the usual ball type that she hated so much but it was held in place by not just a single strap but a whole host of straps that wrapped around her head more like a dogs muzzle. She held as still as she could listening carefully trying desperately to glean the tiniest bit of information concerning her situation.

 

She heard breathing. Someone was watching her. Slowly she opened her eyes. The Inquisitor stared back at her.

 

With all her strength she wrenched at the binding holding her wrists. Not surprisingly neither gave in the slightest. She turned to look and found her left wrist was wrapped in a thick leather cuff. The cuff was attached by a steel ring to an industrial grade metal frame. Looking round she could see the frame was a six foot square with an extra pole across the centre. Her wrists and ankles were all leather cuffed and attached to the square. Her waist was tied to the centre cross member. A leather collar encircled her throat and this was attached to the top member by a short rope. No amount of struggling was going to free her. Interestingly all four leather cuffs while tight were fur padded. Someone wanted her restrained but not able to hurt herself.

 

The room seemed to be similar to the original office. The cabbage green walls looked the same the smell as well. Having decided there was no more to be learnt she turned back and stared at the black garbed figure.

 

In a now more feminine voice the Inquisitor began 'With the help of Graves you have been moved to a new location so don't think your friends will find you anytime soon.'

 

Jenny was appalled. How could Suki have let them take her out of the Security office? How could they have secreted a nearly naked blond out from under the noses of MI6 when they were supposed to have been specifically watching for her?

 

'So to business' continued the Inquisitor conversationally. 'I intend to ask you some questions. You will provide the answers to those questions. If you do not provide the answers I will feel constrained to use more persuasive measures.' At this the black garbed figure held up a leather riding crop and a small pair of pliers for the blond to see. These were bad enough but the Inquisitor added 'and there are many more appliances, devices and mechanisms behind you if you are able to resist the discomfort caused by these items. Strangely the thought of the unseen implements was a lot scarier to her than ones she could see.

 

'If you are wondering how you are to answer questions while sporting that very fetching big red ball in your mouth let me explain. I have been doing this job for ten years now. Yes surprising as it may seem there are many Governments, companies and criminal organisations who find the need for my services. I do not ask for their reasons or question their morality I just do as they require and extract' she almost seemed to taste the word extract 'the required information from anyone they desire be they male or female. I have learnt that at the start it is impossible to trust the answers given so I have deemed this initial phase as the 'softening up' phase. Also you may be interested to know that I have found that pain alone while effective in the end is not the most efficient way of breaking a subject. You see they become inured to the suffering. If you just pile pain on pain they are able to resist all the longer. No I have perfected my own modus operandi. You see if you arouse a nerve ending before you give it pain the pain feels all the more intense. If you then arouse the nerve again after the pain the pleasure feels all the more pleasurable. I'm sure you can imagine the result if you apply the pain once more. It can become almost unbearable. Now apply that principle to all the most sensitive parts of the human body. The female body has many many such points. You are in for a very interesting few hours.

 

Jenny struggled frantically ineffectually pulling at the leather cuffs. She'd never heard anything so appalling and the fear suffused her whole being making her shiver with dread and apprehension.

 

The Inquisitor stood up. 'I wish you to think of your first answer. I want to know who you work for. Just that. Very simple really. Who do you work for?'

 

And there was the rub. Jenny worked for MI6 a very secret organisation. You didn't go round telling anyone you worked for MI6 especially not someone who was on speaking terms with organised crime. She wasn't able to answer even the first question. The Inquisitor was right she was in for an interesting time.

 

The Inquisitor moved behind her. Listening carefully the bound blond heard her picking up different items muttering to herself and replacing them. Jenny had begun to think of the black garbed figure as she. The lighter voice and the way she moved seemed feminine. This probably wasn't any better than if she had been a man. Women could be just as vicious and probably knew more about the female body and all its delicate little places.

 

The collar round her neck tightened as the Inquisitor tugged on the rope tying it to the frame. Jenny found this removed her last vestige of meaningful movement as now it had become impossible for her to even look to the sides. Then the figure reappeared carrying Jenny’s worst nightmare.

 

It was a huge feather.

 

She stiffened as the figure held up the feather for her to look at. After a few seconds Jenny jerked at the first touch of the soft fronds on her skin. As skilfully as any virtuoso the Inquisitor played the feather up and down the blonds writhing body. The gag did its best but nothing was going to stop the whimpering moans that were being exhorted from the wretched agent. After three minutes Jenny would have screamed out MI6 had the gag been removed. After five she'd have given up her first born. On and on the torture by feather went. Not surprisingly her breasts came in for special treatment until it looked like her nipples would explode from the amount of blood that was being pumped into them. The areolas were hugely puffed up forming a swollen lump on the front of the blonde’s giant boobs. The nipples were dark and thick and extended over an inch. A perfect target for the insidious feather.

 

She was nearly comatose by the time it stopped. Saliva dribbled from around the gag and coated her breasts leaving them glistening under the harsh strip lighting. So far gone was she that she failed to even notice the torment had stopped until the leather crop slashed down landing squarely on her left breast. The metal frame creaked alarmingly as the blonds muscles contracted. The pain seared through her breast as if it had been sheared off by a knife. Her teeth made a spirited attempt to bite right through the leather strap holding the ball gag and the low moan could have been heard by whales if they'd been in the sea.

 

The black figure wielded the crop like an orchestra conductor wealds his baton. It swished through the air to slap into pristine white skin. She took her time allowing the bound agent to feel the full effect each time leather slapped on flesh. She ignored the giant breasts after the first strike instead targeting the soft inner thighs, the stomach and ribs then just when Jenny felt as if she could resist the pain she returned to the two mammoth spheres. She flailed away slashing faster and faster at the twin alabaster pillows of flesh. Jenny writhed and moaned as the pain built in each mound. If possible the pain seemed to become even more excruciating if the leather landed on either of the twins peaks. The crop slashed across just grazing a nipple. The blond jerked and tried to twist away from the torment but the restraints held her fast. Again the leather swished across catching the other nipple. Swish, swish the Inquisitor played the blonds tits like a symphony. She hit the main fleshy tit making it ripple and sway before again targeting the peak which had now become blood red and dark. It took a while but soon the blond stopped writhing and only jerked a little at each blow.

 

It assault stopped and the room resounded to nothing more than the hard breathing of the two people.

 

The Inquisitor sat down and studied the blond. She hung unmoving from her leather cuffed wrists her skin sheened with sweat and saliva. The stockings still covered her splendid athletic legs and the suspender belt still hugged her waist and framed her hairless pussy.  

 

Jenny was close to tears. Dear god her body, well mostly her tits were on fire. She was being tortured and she was ready to tell them anything they wanted to know and they hadn't even touched her butt or pussy yet. How was she going to escape this insidious snare? It had all seemed so easy at the start. Such a simple plan how could it have possibly gone wrong so badly.

 

The Inquisitor moved. Jenny's ears registered the sound and she steeled herself expecting another onslaught of leather on flesh. Nothing happened for a minute.

 

Suddenly she felt something extremely cold touch her shoulders. She realised it was a liquid. Was the Inquisitor applying some sort of balm to her painfully enflamed skin. This seemed unlikely but for now it felt fairly pleasant. Jenny heard a fizzing sort of noise. She realised it was the sound you get when using a window cleaner to spray the detergent. The liquid was being sprayed onto her body. The cool spray started at her shoulders and moved down her back and on to her plump butt. Making sure her skin was completely covered the Inquisitor placed the plastic bottle back on to the table then applied her hands to the shining flesh of the bound blond. Slowly she massaged the restrained blonds shoulders and back bringing pleasure to her aching muscles then moved to her ample butt. Round and round the unseen hands stroked her ass working the oil deep into her recently spanked rear. Then Jenny felt a single finger begin to caress the cleft between her butt cheeks. She tried to tense her muscles but the oil meant the finger could not be deflected from its ultimate target.

 

Jenny moaned as the finger slowly invaded her anus. It seemed to just keep going deeper and deeper although it was a normal middle finger. Once it reached it full penetration it equally slowly drew back out. The bound blond breathed out released until the finger once more entered her back passage. It didn't increase in speed just kept pushing in and pulling out. Once the humiliation of having her butthole reamed against her will the sensation became quite pleasant.  

 

The finger withdrew and the Inquisitor appeared at her front with the plastic bottle. She aimed it at Jenny’s chest and pulled the trigger mechanism. Cold oil sprayed out covering the blonde’s hot sore skin. More and more oil was applied until it dripped from each prominent nipple. Down lower and lower the Inquisitor sprayed the rest of her body until it was completely covered all slick and lustrous. She took special care to make sure the blonde’s pussy was thoroughly drenched.

 

Placing the bottle down the black figure rolled up each of its sleeves revealing her lower arms. Jenny could see they were obviously the arms of a woman confirming her earlier thought.

 

Stepping close the woman began to massage the blonds hanging body slowly rubbing the oil into her silken skin. The pleasure was sublime. Even the sore skin felt good as the hands manipulated her flesh pressing gently massaging the aching muscles. Jenny moaned as the hands grasped her breasts. Slim fingers sank into the soft pliant flesh moulding the mounds into strange and unnatural shapes. Pressed together the flesh squashed into one giant tit with twin peaks. Round and round the small hands circled them then grasped the nipples and twirled them gently. The blond groaned as the manipulating hands filled her chest with delight.

 

She felt disappointment when the Inquisitor released her tits but this was immediately replaced as a small hand cupped her pubic mound. The hand squeezed gently sending waves of pleasure through the blonde’s pussy. An oily finger dipped inside her then pulled back. The Inquisitor hesitated teasing the blond then using her two middle fingers drove them firmly deep into the blonde’s cunt. Jenny writhed as the fingers invaded her pussy. Ploughing back and forth inside her velvet like vagina. The palm rubbed over her erect clit. A third finger slid inside her stretching her pussy wide. The wet slurping 'shlucker' 'shlucker' sounds filled the room as faster and faster the Inquisitor finger fucked the blonds restrained leather bound body. The warmth in the blonde’s pussy grew and her juices began to flow. She writhed as a fourth finger slid inside her. The oily fingers penetrated as far as they could time and again driving deep into the blonde’s pussy before twisting and sliding outward. The blonde’s hips would have been writhing and wriggling had it not been for the wide leather belt around her waist binding her to the frame.

 

The Inquisitor slipped her fingers out until they were nearly clear of the hot wet pussy then she tucked her thumb inwards in preparation for the 'coup de grace'.

 

The blond nearly went crazy as the whole hand drove deep inside her pussy. Her muscles gripped it but the oil made it too slippery to hold. The Inquisitor smirked and twisted her hand to the left and right sending an explosion of pleasure through the suspended agent’s sensitised pussy. Maddeningly slowly she pulled her fist back then drove it forwards again impaling the blond to her wrist. The frame creaked ominously as the blonds body rocked with pain and pleasure as she was fisted by the black clad interrogator. Her orgasm began to build as the fisting became more and more vigorous. She was nearly there. So close to climax just a few more seconds, just a few.

 

The fist slid from her body leaving her teetering on the edge of orgasm. Jenny moaned through the gag begging for release while the Inquisitor watched her closely. She used a towel to clean the oil from her hands then took up some of the equipment from behind Jenny's quivering body.

 

In her almost orgasmic haze Jenny had forgotten the Inquisitors words and what inevitably followed pleasure.

 

The device consisted of a small black box with electrical cables running from it each ending in small round black pads. Carefully the Inquisitor placed the pads at strategic points on the blonde’s body then setting the box to level two of ten threw the switch.

 

Jenny’s body went rigid as the electric charge surged through her. Pads on her breasts and pussy carried the current directly to her most sensitive places. Places that had been feeling pleasure just seconds before. Her muscles locked and her teeth ground together. The Inquisitor cut the current.

 

The blond hung limp. She'd not expected the electric charge so it shocked her in more ways than one. Then the Inquisitor began to play her body like a musical instrument. Different switches controlled the current to each set of pads. The current surged again and again as the black clad woman switched the box on and off watching the blond dance. Left breast, pussy, right breast, pussy, Left tit, pussy, pussy, pussy, right tit, left tit. The jerking twitching blond couldn't work out which body part would be next to receive the excruciating current.

 

The Inquisitor kept this up for fifteen minutes sometimes leaving a thirty second gap before zapping the blond again. She was particularly fond of left tit right tit repeated as the blonds body jerked left then right as if jiving to a none existent disco beat.

 

Then she plugged in another implement. The handle of the long metal dildo was insulated but the ten inches at the business end wasn't. It had a dozen shiny metallic knobs along its length. It slid inside the blond easily after the fisting. She hardly felt it enter her. She felt it though when the switch on the box was thrown. 

 

The electric fizzed inside her pussy making her muscles clench painfully. The Inquisitor gripped the handle and fucked the blond with the live dildo. Jenny had never felt anything like the pain and pleasure before. She writhed and strained in her bonds tormented by the electric flowing through her. The Inquisitor had been right the pleasure made the pain all the more intense.

 

It stopped. She hung there breathing hard through her nose. Sweat joined the oil dripping from her body. Her stockings were soaked with all sorts of bodily fluids. All seemed quiet. Then a quiet buzzing sound came to her ears. It seemed to be moving around behind her as if a wasp had gotten into the room. She felt a nudge on her butt then jerked as the vibrator was driven into her asshole. Her insides were filled with the vibrations. Ridges on the large plastic intruder prevented it slipping out as it filled her bowels with throbbing tremors. A second monster of a vibrator was pushed forcefully into her pussy. The vibrations doubled as the two devices buzzed and reverberated deep inside her. Her whole body quaked and trembled under the double assault. The pain filled sweat stained blonde’s orgasm built quickly inside her.

 

The Inquisitor flipped the switch and the electric charge surged through her once more. The pain killed her orgasm filling her nervous system with agony. The electric switched off. The vibrators continued their work filling her loins with quivering tremors. The orgasm built once more. The electric surged. Jenny moaned and writhed. The electric stopped. Slowly almost cautiously her orgasm approached again. It built and built. She felt the electric must return. Higher and higher she climbed. Vibrations driving her mad with lust. Her sensitised insides were being turned to liquid by the giant sex toys.

 

The Inquisitor switched both vibrators to their insane maximum. The unbearable buzzing filled her entire nervous system with exquisite pleasure signals which in turn flooded her brain. It happened. With a great groan the blonde’s body locked and her orgasm cascaded over her filling her loins with overwhelming pleasure. The buzzing just kept on drawing out her climax. Juices flooded out of her drenching the vibrator in her pussy and staining her stockings. She quivered and trembled rocking as every muscle reacted to her bodies surrender.

 

The Inquisitor watched the quaking blond as her orgasm abated. The buzzing vibrators kept sending spasms through her hanging body until she slid them from her body cavities. Then she reached up and unbuckled the gag and with some difficulty prized the gag from between the blonde’s teeth.

 

'Who do you work for' She shouted at the blond. She got no response so she shouted again. Still no response. Drawing back her hand she slapped the agent’s cheek. This seemed to wake her so she repeated the question.

 

Through heavy lidded eyes Jenny looked up at the black clad figure then with every fibre of her being replied quietly 'Fuck you bitch.'

 

She fully expected the torture to resume but it didn't. Instead the black figure simply smiled. Slowly she said 'Well done my dear. You will be pleased to know that you have passed your annual interrogation resistance test. The results will be entered in your file.'

 

Jenny stared aghast at the figure her still orgasm clouded brain confused. 'Don't understand' she muttered.

 

'It's very simple. You see this whole thing has been a set up. The shoplifting, the Security staff, their interrogation, my interrogation were all to see if you could be broken and forced to reveal any secrets under duress.' As she spoke she released the blonds left wrist from the frame, but only her left wrist. She could free herself of the rest of the bindings but it would take her a couple of minutes to do so.

 

Quickly the inquisitor left the room because even she was embarrassed by the stream of invective spewing from the blonde’s mouth as she struggled frantically to release herself. She was fluent in English but she was sure there were a couple of words in there she'd never heard before.

 

Outside the door the Inquisitor leaned back against the wall. The blond had fallen for the trap hook, line and sinker and yet again ended up naked, restrained, spanked and forced to orgasm.

 

Suki Namura tore off the black hood and smirked.  'Suki three, Jenny nil' she thought then laughing out loud 'and the beauty is that as I told her it’s an annual test we can do it all over again next year.'

 

 

 

June 2016

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