Jenny's African Adventure - Part Four

By Brummie

Chapter 1 - The Return of the Jenny.

A bead of sweat slowly trickled down the temple of Sir Ambrose Stevens, British ambassador to the tiny African nation of Naboombu. With an angry sweep he flicked the perspiration off. 'Fucking country' he thought testily 'you could fry an egg on my arse. How can it be this fucking hot all the time?' Like most Englishmen he hated the sweltering hot weather especially when it came with high humidity. This was plain from the sweat stains showing at his armpits and the permanent sheen on his mostly bald head. Of course it didn't help that he was several stones over weight causing his expanded waistline to overhang his belt.

People were surprised when he was named as the replacement for Godfrey Mordant after his predecessors mysterious disappearance. Of course they didn't know that because of Stevens shenanigans with a certain busty young intern he'd been given little choice. They'd offered him the pick of prison, Iran, prison, Syria, prison or Naboombu. In the circumstances he'd selected the one that seemed the lesser of the evils. At first he wasn't so sure he'd made the right choice that was until he found out about the oil on which the country was apparently floating. This seemed to offer an enterprising government official distinct opportunities for enrichment.

At present though he was mostly bemoaning his lack of female companionship. His wife had left him after finding out about the intern and the Embassy secretaries were all over sixty. It had reached the stage where he was beginning to devise clever ways to disguise himself so he could visit one of the local brothels without bringing the weight of the British establishment down on his head. If that were to happen it was likely they'd cut their losses and he'd be shipped back to England straight into the slammer.

He leant back in his chair his eyes closed. He'd spotted one particularly comely young filly smoking a cheroot outside the nearest knocking shop. She was black of course but still beautiful with short hair, a button nose and a mischievous smile. But her main appeal to him was her magnificent chest. His wife had been rather on the small side for his tastes so he tended to be attracted to women with a healthy upper body development.

Smiling he filled his mind with her naked undulating form feeling the front of his trousers tightening when a voice rudely interrupted his reverie. 'Good evening'.

His chair crashed back to earth hiding his bulging groin behind his desk and he stared open mouthed at the intruder. Standing in the doorway of his office was a dirty, dishevelled itinerant vagabond. She, for it was plainly obvious that under all the grime she was all woman appeared to be blonde even though her hair was a mess and full of mud and leaves. Her bare arms and legs were grazed and scratched and splashed with mud. Her clothes were cut and dirt stained but under it all he could see she had the body of a surgically enhanced fitness model.

'Err. Hello' he responded now looking up from her pneumatic body to her face. The woman was well used to this because her face tended to be the last place most men looked after they'd finished with her legs, torso and chest. Stevens now realised that in spite of the smudges of mud, hair like a shrubbery and not a scrap of make-up she was still one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.

'Mr. Ambassador?' she asked in a low feminine voice that reminded him of oozing liquid chocolate. It was the most sexually provocative sound he'd ever heard seeming to promise all manner of mischief.

'Err. Hello' he answered stunned by her appearance unannounced at his door.

She stepped in closing the office door and announced herself in the manner all secret agents are legally obliged too. 'My name is Richards, Jenny Richards.'

'Err' he gathered his thoughts recovering his focus 'Special Agent Jenny Richards?'

'Yes sir. The very same.'

'But you're dead. You and Mordant. You're d ... d ... dead' he stammered. 'Colonel Strang said you're dead. Died in the bush on a hunting trip. Taken by lions he said. No remains found.'

'Well he lied because here I am' she answered holding out her arms. Then she approached his desk.

'Dear God' he thought staring as she crossed the three yards or so. He'd never seen a woman who moved in such a way. 'She walks like an oiled panther and her whole body undulates as if every joint is connected by rubber springs.' Of course that wasn't all he noticed. Any red blooded male would have been mesmerised by the vivacious blonde’s breasts which seemed to have a life of their own. Being braless Jenny's unfettered tits bounced like helium filled jello beach balls even though they were covered by her thin elasticated top. When she came to a halt it took a couple of seconds for her bosom to follow suit.

'Please be seated' he indicated a chair then gathered his wits. 'Can I offer you a drink?' he said and picking up the phone asked for her request. 'While we wait perhaps you could tell me your story. What happened to you? Where you've been for six months and of course the fate of my predecessor Godfrey Mordant.'

Jenny told her story. Well a version of her story. She wasn't going to admit to her multiple sexual misadventures to this sweat stained blob of a man, he'd only get some sort of puerile pleasure from her tribulations. Just imagine what he'd think of her if he knew she'd spent six months with two black tribesmen as her husbands, been subjected to multiple couplings with three South African mercenaries, been kidnapped and fucked by a deformed ape-man, captured by pygmy’s, ritually tattooed, subjected to multiple rapes by every male pygmy in the Snakehead tribe including their majestically endowed King and finally fisted to orgasm by the tribes Queen. She did tell him the truth about the late of Mordant though. At the finish she asked about the plan for her escape.

Stevens looked at her blankly 'plan' he stammered 'what plan?'

'The plan. You know. Inga Svenson, passport, disguise.'

He could only shrug. 'I'm sorry Agent Richards but you see we didn't even know you were alive let alone where in the jungle to find you.'

The blonde looked crestfallen. 'But what about Dupree?'

'Dupree?' he responded nonplussed.

'Yes. Jaco Dupree and Tevez and Paxon' she said her voice beginning to rise with exasperation. 'They found me and told me you'd sent them to bring me back to civilisation.' He could only hold out his hands showing he didn't know what she was talking about so Jenny described the men just in case they'd used false names for some unknown reason. Still Stevens denied all knowledge of them.

There came a respectful knock on the office door and a tray was delivered. Stevens spent a minute preparing then presented Jenny with of all things a fine porcelain cup. He watched with interest the look of pure bliss on her face as she drank the first slurp of tea she'd had in six months. Suddenly an image of him giving her such bliss sprang into his fevered mind.

'With respect my dear it seems they were using my name to convince you they were legitimate members of my staff or in my employ presumably to lull you into a false sense of security so you would accompany them without any suspicions as to their real purpose or actual employer. I tell you what, from the look of you you've no doubt had a hard journey why not rest tonight and we'll look at our options in the morning. I'm sure the agency in London will be delighted to hear of your resurrection from the dead and will have some ideas. Oh and by the way we still have your luggage from your first visit. I'll have the case brought to you.'

The blonde nodded her assent as he was more correct than he knew. She was completely knackered from her lone struggle through the jungle and wanted nothing more than a hot bath and a soft bed. 'Thank you. I think I'll do as you suggest.'

The ambassador pressed a button and an attendant arrived to show Jenny to her room. She turned to follow and behind his desk Stevens stared mesmerised at her undulating ass encased in her tiny skin-tight shorts. The thoughts running through his mind at this point were more puerile than pure that’s for sure.

Once alone the blonde British secret agent carefully locked her door then placed the key on the sideboard. There'd be no turning the key in the lock with long-nosed pliers or knocking the key out of the lock on to a piece of paper which could be drawn back under the door. She sighed with relief then stripped naked and ran a bath. The steam from the hot water misted the bathroom mirror but not before Jenny caught sight of the multi-coloured tattoo that covered all of her tits and the majority of her torso. The two giant eyes inked on her breasts stared malevolently back at her and the sinuous snake on her stomach looked hell bent on slithering between her legs maybe even inside her.

With the bath half full she added some perfumed salts and liquid soap forming bubbles covering the surface of the water then with a long sigh of contentment lowered herself in to the bubble bath. This was her first hot bath for six months and the sheer pleasure was almost indescribable. She lay with her eyes closed luxuriating in the soapy water as it lapped around her tits which emerged through the surface like twin icebergs. In her weariness she felt herself on the verge of falling asleep. If she didn't have something to do before bed she would have surrendered to the arms of Morpheus. Instead she began washing the filth and grime from her body starting at her feet. Raising her leg she stroked the length of the amazingly athletic limb from calf to muscular thigh stopping just short of her once again naked hairless pubis. She cleansed her other foot and leg then both of her arms and shoulders.

A deep quiet blissful moan echoed in the bathroom as the blonde’s soapy hands stroked each of her breasts. Her areolas and nipples erupted into life and puffed up as her fingers massaged her soft flesh. Round and round Jenny 'washed' her tits every so often pinching their peaks sending electric thrills through her giant pillowy glands. Her breathing quickened and her chest rose and fell. One hand stayed in place kneading and moulding her boobs while the other stroked down over her ridged torso to her loins. The blonde gasped as a slippery finger touched her clitoris. The tiny button blossomed becoming a hard nubbin of flesh with enervated nerve endings.

Jenny hadn't wanted to masturbate having been taken and raped in a monster pygmy nation gang-bang but she couldn't help herself. She shuddered as two of her soapy fingers slid into her inflamed womanhood to press against her g-spot. The water foamed and frothed as her body writhed her fingers pistoning themselves deep inside her pussy. She grabbed a fistful of her breast gripping the tender flesh as hard as she could as she finger fucked herself. Her teeth ground together as her loins burst in an explosion of exquisite agony the ultimate pleasure blossoming out to consume her entire world. Her internal muscles clenched closing on her fingers doing anything she could to extend the shuddering pleasure in her nether regions. She trembled, jerked, shuddered as orgasmic shock after shock permeated through her body. With a long drawn out appeal to God the huge titted blonde agent slowly descended from the climactic peak her body shivering and spasming with smaller and smaller aftershocks until she lay spent in the hot soapy water.

Yawning and feeling extra tired she climbed out of the bath and used a big fluffy towel to dry herself. In the bedroom her suitcase had been placed on the bed. Inside she found dresses, underwear, night attire, shoes and a small white tube that looked like toothpaste but was in fact Professor Q's healing balm. She sat on the bed and applied the cream to the cuts and scrapes on her arms and legs. The healing cream was so good she knew all signs of her injuries would be gone by morning. She yawned.

In the case there was a long flannel nightgown which the blonde agent put aside. She felt good having reached safety and had a hot bath not to mention a stress relieving orgasmic climax so she took out a pure white silk baby doll negligee and the tiniest matching thong panties she kept for special occasions. The panties slid up her legs to settle round her hips the string nestling between her butt cheeks and the ridiculously small silk triangle barely covering her pussy. The short negligee slipped over her head and shoulders until the bodice cupped her bountiful boobs and the hem just reached the middle of her plump buttocks. She sighed with pleasure and yawned again.

Turning out the light she slipped between the sheets and gratefully laid her head down on the soft fluffy pillow. It only seemed like seconds before she was breathing rhythmically as sleep claimed her.

All was quiet in the Embassy. The darkness was alleviated by a bright moon almost at its apogee which cast ghostly shadows as it shone in through the blonde’s bedroom window. A tiny creek disturbed the silence as if someone’s weight had been put on a loose floorboard then came a metallic clink. Slowly the bedroom door opened and a dark head peered in. Detecting the blondes regular breathing the shadowy figure stepped in and silently shut the door. Jenny had been careful to lock the door and to put the key where no-one could get at it but there wasn't any way she could have anticipated that someone would have a duplicate key. Slowly the figure approached the bed. Standing at the bedside he stared down at the sleeping blonde like Dracula anticipating sinking his fangs into the long slender neck of the pretty young damsel. He grasped the bedsheets and pulled them downwards slowly exposing the blonde’s body to his astounded gaze. He certainly hadn't expected she'd be clad in soft semi-transparent snow white silk lingerie or panties the size of the average postage stamp.

He seemed more confident now that the blonde wouldn't wake especially as she'd drunk all of the drugged tea. She was lying on her side her hair spread artistically over the pillow and her ass exposed by the negligee that had ridden up a few inches. His hand settled on her butt and lovingly stroked the soft plump peach like cheek. He fondled her ass for a minute then straightening her legs rolled her drugged body on to her back.

He stared utterly mesmerised at the sight before him. Not only did she possess the most fabulous body he'd ever seen with every hill and valley emphasised by the moonlight but the tattoos on her skin showed clearly through the gossamer lingerie. Her tits stared accusingly back at him and the snake almost looked real twisting sinuously down her ridged torso and into her tiny panties. He gently stroked her thighs feeling the combination of the soft skin over the super strong muscles. He stopped suddenly as the sleeping blonde moaned.

Standing back holding his breath he waited but she showed no further sign of being aware of his presence so with his hand trembling with anticipation he lifted the bottom of the blondes negligee and peeled it up her body until her torso was exposed then he tugged the bodice down until her giant tits popped free. The moonlight shone down on the insensible stripped body highlighting her huge multi-coloured tits and ridged torso. The blonde agent's rhythmic breathing caused her chest to rise and fall. He placed his hands softly on her boobs and fervently squeezed the pliable flesh until it oozed between his fingers. He had large hands but they weren't able to encompass the entirety of the woman’s magnificent spherical tits. Her body shuddered as he roughly moulded her boobs. He noticed that even though she was comatose her body was still responding to his manipulations. Her areolas puffed up and her nipples grew. He tweaked them and she jerked. Unable to resist he lowered his head and sucked the peaks of her magnificent boobs feeling the nipples erecting under his teasing tongue. Her tasty flesh caused saliva to drip from his mouth until each of her tits was slick and shone in the moonlight. The blondes body trembled as he worked on her pillowy boobs moulding and mauling them as he nibbled on their rubbery nipples and puffy areolas.

He released her jiggling boobs and licked his lips then reached for her tiny panties. Slipping a finger under the gossamer triangle he tugged it aside exposing the line of her pussy. He shook his head. Was there any part of this woman’s body that wasn't as beautiful as a Greek goddess. His tongue licked slowly the full length of her vagina feeling the bump of her clitoris at the very top then wriggled worming its way between her plump lips into the moist pink interior. He could feel her trembling as he feasted on her womanhood until he tasted the first sign of her juices.

His cock was hard as it had ever been. He pulled her legs round until her ass rested on the edge of the bed then he pushed between them and aimed his shaft at her defenceless pussy. Spitting on his hand he lubricated his cock-head with saliva then pushed forwards spreading her pussy lips wide and penetrating deep into her body. He swore softly. It felt like someone had dipped his cock in warm honey and then gripped it with a velvet glove. Her pussy took him all the way in. Amazingly it seemed to squeeze him even though she was drugged senseless as if she was responding on an unconscious level.

Slowly he pulled back then just as slowly pushed forwards filling the blonde’s loins stretching her pussy so it gripped his shaft like a firm friendly handshake. The sensation in his cock built as he used her. Each thrust made her shudder but her eyes remained closed. His fingers gripped her tits as his hips increased their pace. Even unconscious her face was beautiful. She shuddered as he fucked her until he could holdout no longer. With a grunt he ejaculated deep inside her filling her unconscious body with his semen.

Recovering he wiped her clean then redressed her and tucked her back into bed. As he opened the door he looked back at the sleeping blonde. 'She has so much more to offer' he thought 'but not to worry there are plenty more nights to come.'

Chapter Two - I Have A Cunning Plan.

The next morning Jenny was surprised to find she had slept late so she quickly bathed, dressed and descended to see if there was any news for her.

Ambassador Stevens greeted her with a cheery 'G'morning my dear' when she entered the memory of her soft body still fresh in his mind. He gazed at her in the light of day now she'd had chance to scrape off the dirt and grime of the jungle. He'd thought she was a good looking woman before but now with her blonde hair combed and wearing a dress and with her tanned skin glowing and washed clean it was obvious she was a rare and spectacular beauty who could grace any catwalk. The light summer dress showed off her bare arms and broad shoulders, her spectacular legs and emphasised her slender waist, generous hips and magnificent chest. 'Did you sleep well?'

The blonde agent told him she had but didn't mention the strange dream that had filled her unconscious mind. Details were like smoke slowly dissipating but she vaguely recalled a ghost had entered her room stripped her naked, molested her then made vigorous love to her. Red faced on seeing the Ambassador she realised the ghost had been fat and balding as well. Moving on she quickly asked 'Do you have anything for me? Has London replied?'

'Yes and no I'm afraid. They were obviously very pleased to find out you were alive. Apparently you'd been tagged as 'Missing in Action', y'know what with no body being found. They did say they'd try to devise a plan to get you out of the country safely but the down side is it'll take some time to arrange.'

Jenny felt downcast. While she thought she was safe inside the official embassy every minute she stayed increased the chances of her presence being betrayed to the Naboombu secret police and if that happened there was no way she'd escape again. She needed a way out and as soon as possible.

Stevens saw she was disappointed with his news until he told her he had a plan of his own. He rose from behind his desk and began to wander around his office. 'Actually' he said 'you've got a problem but I've got a problem as well and if you are agreeable I think there might be a solution that would help the both of us.'

The blonde agent looked interested so he continued taking the opportunity to sneak a glance over her shoulder and down her soft pink cleavage.

'It's like this. A rumour has reached me that the Naboombu authorities are holding a British national prisoner. I, of course, have raised this with them but they are just denying all knowledge so I'm short of options. Normally I'd simply refer the matter back to The Foreign Office in London and they might try to bring some diplomatic pressure to bare but again that would take time. In this case however London has pointed out that we have an MI6 agent in-situ, i.e. you, who has been fully trained and has a very successful track record in undercover work.'

'Are you suggesting that I should infiltrate the facility, determine if there is in fact a British subject being held and then engineer some sort of jail break? You must be mad. They'll recognise me in an instant and I'd be roasting over an open fire within a very short order.'

'Let me finish please' he said completing his lap of the office and once more taking his chair. 'I was thinking about this last night and there may be a way of getting you in without you being recognised or arousing suspicion. You see in a couple of days there is a reception for local executives of the newly formed Naboombu Oil Company. It’s a typical palm greasing affair y'know, a few drinks, a few girls, a show, all a little tacky but it's expected and no more than the opposition would do. Well these guys can get as many local girls as they like but as a special treat we import a troupe of dancers and I thought ...'

'That I could be one of them in order to infiltrate ...'

' ... The reception. Exactly' he finished.

'Hmmmm ... yes it could work but I'd need a disguise. I'm told I'm quite distinctive' said Jenny shyly.

'Yes. How do you feel about being a brunette, we can cut your hair short, maybe cheek pads to fatten your face, some heavy make-up y'know shading and such to alter the jaw line and nose, tinted contact lenses to change your eye colour. And don't forget you didn't have that tattoo the last time they saw you.'

'How did you know about the tattoo?' said Jenny suspiciously.

Stevens blanched. He'd obviously seen the tattoo in the moonlight. 'Well yesterday you were wearing that tiny top and I could see it on your stomach and your ...' he stammered pointing at her chest 'err ... upper ... err ... sternum ... err ... chesty dumplings.'

'Hmmmm' mused Jenny her suspicions somewhat allayed 'OK it might work. I'm told I can dance a bit.'

Stevens smiled secretly. The girls, he knew, were expected to do a whole lot more than just dance.

So where is this reception, here?' asked the unsuspecting blonde.

Then Stevens dropped the bombshell. 'Err ... no ... it's in the Pink Fortress naturally.'

Chapter Three – Let’s Play Dress Up.

The girls arrived later that day pulling up outside the Embassy in a mini-bus. They poured out chatting animatedly excited at being in a new country. None of them had visited Naboombu before so they stared around taking in the area. Their chatter slowed when they realised just how poor and backward Naboombu was. The Embassy might have been a large brick town house but many of the other buildings were shabbily built of wood, animal dung and thatch.

Stevens introduced Jenny to the girls and their manager a brassy tough looking blonde who called herself Candice although this was probably a stage name. She in turn calculatingly perused the British agent. Never had she seen a woman who seemed to so encapsulate the girl next door look and at the same exude such sensual dynamism. It was as if she was a walking pheromone. Any troupe of girls would be only too happy to have such an amazingly attractive and provocative member especially with the performances these girls would be required to give.

While the girls told Jenny of world events of the past six months, well those events of interest to a typically airheaded dancing girl, Candice and Stevens went into conference in his office. 'So you see' said Stevens after he explained his plan to the woman 'I need your help to get her into the fortress. Will you agree ... for a generous consideration of course.'

Candice looked thoughtful. 'O.K.' she said eventually 'for a very generous consideration. But first tell me about this Jenny Richards. What's she like?'

'Well the word from my London contact is that she's one of their top agents but, and I can't fathom how this could be, at the same time a little innocent and naive. Apparently she's closed loads of cases, caught loads of villains while at the same time being regarded by her fellow agents as a bit of a busty blonde bimbo. Perhaps that's her secret.

Candice ummed and ahhed then came to a decision. 'Look I'll include this Jenny in the group, it won't be easy, but let’s give her a test to find out how naive she really is and have a little fun at the same time. What do you say?'

'Sounds good to me' replied Stevens intrigued. 'I'll call her in and follow your lead.'

As Jenny entered the office Candice was saying in a raised voice 'Are you mad. You want me to put my girls at risk by smuggling this woman into one of the most closely guarded buildings in this God forsaken country. I don't think so.' The two turned to look at the blonde as she closed the door.

'I'm sorry Agent Richards but it seems my plan is unacceptable' said Stevens downcast.

'Damn right it's unacceptable.' asserted the woman. 'You know what these people are like. Paranoid and murderous, not a good combination. If they suspect even the slightest subterfuge its curtains for us all. I'm not prepared to put my girls in danger by including a new girl in our routines who sticks out a mile as a rank amateur. They'd spot her a mile off and we’d all be in the scorpion pit before you could say 'Geneva Convention'.'

Jenny interrupted trying to stem the woman’s flow by saying 'look before you make a final decision why don't we see if I do 'stick out a mile'. What do you say?’

Candice appeared to give this some consideration then opening the door called in one of the girls. 'This is Bubbles' she said introducing a pretty whip thin twenty year old. You could see from her every movement that she was a professional dancer. Her manager gave her a series of instructions that were double-dutch to anyone not versed in dance and the young girl threw herself into a series of wild cavorting turns and twists throwing her hair and limbs about in controlled pirouettes, twirls and jumps.

Jenny stared open mouthed when she'd finished posing dramatically. Then she turned to Candice to sheepishly admit that all that 'stuff' was beyond her.

'Y'see. If we tried to put you in the dance routines you'd ruin everything. You'd look totally out of place, out of step and probably running into the other girls and tripping over the furniture not to mention that the party is tomorrow night giving you far too little time to learn the dance steps.'

'Alright, alright I take your point' said Jenny exasperated 'but isn't there something we could do that didn't require me to dance? Maybe I could do a solo set so it's not so obvious I'm not as good as the other girls, something slow and less athletic.'

Candice’s brow furrowed making it seem as if she was deep in thought before she replied 'well I suppose we could adapt a couple of the routines so you didn't have to dance but sort of acted as decoration while the girls did their stuff around you like say Farm girls dancing round a scarecrow or you lying on a bed while the girls dance around you as if you were dreaming.

Everyone smiled and nodded agreeing it was worth a try. 'Before you go though' said Candice 'we need to check you out with various costumes. It's no good if none of our outfits are your size. Come with me and we'll get you fitted out.'

In an outer office Candice had a quiet word with Bubbles then left her alone with Jenny and a large wooden chest. Inside it was full of all sorts of costumes that the girls wore for their various routines. Jenny did notice however that without exception they all looked rather on the small size. She commented on this and Bubbles laughing said 'Of course they're small. We're a girl dance troupe and you can't dance our sort of stuff wearing evening gowns. All of the costumes are small and revealing because the sort of engagements we do require lots of 'flashing the flesh'. We get hired for loads of 'Gentlemen’s Evenings' and if their wives knew what went on at them there'd be divorces left, right and centre.'

Jenny listened to the blonde dancer feeling just a little uneasy at what she'd just said.'

Now let’s see what we can find for you. Strip off.'

'What' exclaimed Jenny?

'Strip dearey. Come on we're all girls here.'

The buxom agent sighed as she slid down the zip on the back of her dress. How many times had she heard that? The light summer frock pooled around her ankles leaving her in her pretty white lacy bra and panties. Bubbles stared appreciatively at the blonde’s spectacular body noting the bra straining to contain two giant breasts. Jenny turned shyly revealing to Bubbles gaze her panties stretched across her plump butt cheeks. She bent forward and slid them down not realising the lewd sight she exposed between her athletic thighs. Then she unhooked her bra and slid that down her arms and off. With a deep breath she slowly turned presenting her front view to Bubbles.

The young dancer’s mouth dropped open with amazement. Not only did the blonde have the face of an angel and the body of a pneumatic porn star but the front of her torso and both tits were covered by a multi-coloured tattoo of a sinuously curling snake. 'Jesus girl. What, why ... how' she stammered unable to get over the shocking revelation.

'It's a long story' sighed Jenny sadly. 'Look can we get on before someone comes in what with me standing here in my birthday suit.' She also wanted to move things along because she'd started to see the tell-tale look of lust in the young dancer’s eyes which had slowly lowered until they'd settled on her naked pussy and she really didn't need any further complications in her mission.

Shaking herself free of the mesmerising sight of the snake tasting the blonde’s hairless pussy Bubbles rummaged in the chest until with a cry of triumph she pulled out a gold lame bikini. Jenny looked at the two tiny scraps of material uncertainly but resigned herself and with some effort pulled the bottoms up her legs. A couple of hard tugs and the material was painted to her hips cupping her pussy and arse like an enthusiastic lover. The bra, built for someone with far less busty development than Jenny was equally tight forcing her tits together giving her a monumental cleavage. Then Bubbles led her back into the Ambassadors office.

Thankfully Jenny was relieved to find Ambrose Stevens wasn't present so she stood fidgeting shyly in front of Candice as the girls manager who like Bubbles before her first stared at her body in outright surprise never having imagined that the blonde woman would sport such body art then recovering her poise perused her with a hard professional business woman’s eye. She quickly realised that if the blonde could be fooled into performing half of the stuff the other girls did she could almost name her price for her services. She just had to find out if she was as naive as Stevens had suggested.

Candice told Jenny to walk away and back then found herself staring mesmerised at the blondes undulating ass and jiggling tits. Jenny was grateful that that was all the woman wanted because the bikini bottoms were so tight they were rubbing her pussy in a particularly disgusting way. Each time she moved the material seemed to burrow deeper into her pussy giving her a monumental camel toe and she could feel not only her pussy lips becoming swollen but her clitoris as well. With a quiet word to Bubbles Candice sent them back for a change of costume. Jenny hoped the next one would be a little bigger, more comfortable and a lot less intrusive.

It was all those things but in one way it was far worse. Jenny stripped naked again and rubbed the red lines on her tits and round her hips were the bikini had pressed into her skin then Bubbles passed her the new costume. This time it was a dark one piece and covered her from her neck all the way down to her toes. She slipped it on then she helped Bubbles do up the tiny poppers that acted as buttons. The body stocking was a lot looser than the bikini had been but still fitted her like a second skin moulding itself to every nook and cranny of her stupendous body. It felt really light and comfortable and she could walk and even dance easily in it. There the good news ended because the gossamer material it was made from was so thin it was practically see-through.

'I can't wear this' objected the blonde agent 'it's bloody obscene.'

Bubbles just shrugged. 'Sorry but this is the sort of stuff we get to wear, sometimes even less. It's not unusual for us to have our tits out on some of the gigs. The girls think it’s a giggle because we get paid a lot more, in fact you could almost say we get paid by the amount of naked flesh on display.'

Again Candice got the buxom blonde to walk for her noting the way her stride seemed to advertise her voluptuous nature then she requested she dance for her. A slow sensual dance like you'd do for a lover. Jenny felt utterly embarrassed displaying herself before this woman because the costume obscured not one single inch of her body. Her jiggling breasts and pussy were completely exposed but she'd convinced herself that it was necessary for the mission.

The blonde agent closed her eyes imagining the slow throbbing beat of 'Never Gonna Give You Up' by Barry White (Yes, I'm that old). Slowly her body began to sway and bend. Candice could only stare wide eyed because it looked for all the world like the snake had come to life and was coiled around the blonde squeezing her like a boa-constrictor. Jenny's breasts swung as she moved swinging in unison one way as her body moved the other way. Losing herself in the imaginary beat the blonde agent quickened her pace turning her plump butt to face the woman and shaking it lasciviously.

Candice let her dance for a few minutes taking in the sensual movement of her sinuous body feeling even her own hardened body being effected by the blonde’s obvious erotic feelings before she called a halt and again had a quiet word with Bubbles.

Once again Jenny stripped naked as Bubbles handed her a tiny pair of purple lace thong panties. The tiny triangle of material only just covered her pussy then she turned for the rest of the costume. Bubbles didn't seem to be holding any other item for her.

'So I'm to be topless?' she asked annoyed.

'No. You get to wear these' replied Bubbles opening her hand.

Jenny looked down. In the dancers palm were two metal discs, three inches across with three-quarter inch holes in the middle. 'They're called pasties and you wear them there and there' she said pointing at Jenny's nipples.

A look of disbelief closely followed by suspicion crossed the blondes face 'You're having me on.'

'No. Here let me show you how they work.' Bubbles pulled one of the discs apart so it hinged on one side opening it wide. 'Now help me out here, take hold of your nipple and pull it outward.'

'You've got to be joking' said the blonde agent.

'No I'm not, just do it would you.'

Still sceptical Jenny did as she was asked holding her big rubbery nipple between her finger and thumb and stretching it out an inch or so.

'More' said Bubbles.

Jenny gave her a hard stare then pulled harder.

'More.'

'It's not made of elastic you know' she said sarcastically but tugged even harder until her tit was pulled out into a cone shape. She just caught herself because in spite everything pleasure was surging through her breast.

Bubbles placed the disc around Jenny's extended nipple about an inch from the end then snapped the two sides together. The blonde yelped and released her tit. Bubbles had deliberately not mentioned that the inside of the hole was lined with tiny teeth that gripped Jenny's nipple without breaking the skin trapping the flesh and sending a bolt of pain/pleasure through the blonde’s tit. Bubbles watched the blonde intently. She was sure that the woman had hidden fires inside her and she was intrigued as to how they could be stoked to furnace like heat. It looked like her tits were unusually sensitive which was some useful information she could store away for the future.

Bubbles clicked open the second disc and after a few seconds hesitation Jenny gripped her other nipple and stretched it out. Bubbles positioned the disc then stared into the blondes eyes. She teased her waiting and waiting then snapped the disc shut. This time Jenny didn't bother to hold back her reaction. She let out a long moan as the sting of the teeth erupted in her breast.

Both of Jenny’s hands covered her tits stroking the peaks easing the discomfort until it turned to pleasure while Bubbles watched the erotic display. 'Ready to go' she asked eventually. She had thought of waiting because it looked like the blonde may have been on the verge of climax which was another piece of data to store away but it wasn't what the boss would have wanted.

Candice stared again at the blonde agent. She could hardly believe she'd fallen for their scheme but she seemed to be blindly trusting of anything she was told by anyone in some sort of authority. There was probably six square inches of her body not exposed now. It could possibly be one of the most provocative bodies she'd ever laid eyes on and she'd seen a few in her time. There was just one test to try to see if the blonde could be manipulated into going the whole way for the sake of her mission.

'Now my dear I'd like you to understand that this engagement is of paramount importance. Not only for your mission to get you into and out of the Pink Fortress but to maybe save the life of a British subject and at the same time promote British oil interests. I'd like you to dance again but this time imagine I'm an avaricious immoral oil executive who cares for nothing more than his own pleasure.

Jenny nodded and tried to do her best cavorting and writhing for the woman. Eventually she called a halt. 'No that's no good. You have to get closer, do a proper lap dance. You have to try to seduce the guy drive him wild with lust until he can think of only you and when it comes time to sign on the dotted line it’s you he'll remember over all other of the women he’s been offered.'

Jenny nodded 'O.K. I'll try' she promised.

'I tell you what. Let’s make this more realistic.' As she spoke the office door opened and Ambassador Stevens stepped inside. Jenny frantically covered her tits and pussy with her hands as he sat down next to Candice. He stared at the blonde trying desperately to keep a deadpan expression on his face as if this was an everyday occurrence and he was being a complete professional in the circumstances.

'There now. Pretend Ambassador Stevens is one of the executives and let’s see if you can do a better job this time. If you can't then the mission is off. I'm not putting my girls at risk if this is too much for you to do.'

The blonde agent looked shocked at the situation but with patriotic fervour and a typical British stiff upper lip determined to do her damnedest for her country no matter how distasteful or vulgar the things she might be called on to do.

Slowly she began to sway like a cobra reacting to the snake-charmers flute. Each time she caught the eye of the Ambassador her face reddened with embarrassment feeling his gaze on her near naked body. Gradually she began to loosen up cavorting even more lasciviously almost forgetting the presence of the man. Each movement of her torso made her breasts swing increasing the pleasure from the discs gripping her nipples. This in turn forced them to become even more aroused and erect multiplying the pressure of the tiny teeth.

'Closer' ordered the girls manager. 'Make him want you. Make him desperate for you.'

She moved closer stepping between his spread legs until she was rubbing against him. Stevens couldn't stop himself reaching for her. He placed his hands on her swaying hips feeling her soft flesh. Jenny didn't seem to notice until suddenly he pulled her forward. To stop herself falling on to him she reached out to lean on the backrest of his chair. This left her weight on her arms as his hands moved round to grasp her ass. Unable to free herself she could only wait while he filled his hands with her soft plump butt cheeks caressing and massaging them. At the same time her tits were hanging down with his head between them. Slowly she felt his hands leave her ass, travel up her back them move round her chest to seize the outsides of her breasts and press them together trapping his head between the two giant pillows of flesh. Even more pleasure flowed through her tits as his hands moulded them against his face. He had her trapped as he nuzzled her boobs licking and sucking her flesh and fondling and mashing the velvety spheres of delight. He had her tits in his hands once before with her lying spark out on her bed but he had to admit molesting her while she was conscious was far superior. Every movement, pinch, stroke or squeeze evoked a reaction allowing him to judge just what she liked best and the easiest way to force her to climax.

Jenny felt sick and ashamed as the fat sweaty man played with her body. Despite this she wasn't able to stop him forcing little mewing cries of pleasure from her each time he gripped her tits. He molested her mounds for two minutes when suddenly he spun her round until she sat back on his lap facing away from him. Still his hands held her tits moulding them forcing her body to react. This in turn made her hips move rubbing his groin until his erection grew to press into her ass. One of his hands slid maddeningly slowly down the blonde’s stomach. Jenny stiffened in shock as the man’s fingers dived into the top of her tiny panties and cupped her pussy. She tried to push herself off his lap but he was too strong for her holding her in place. Jenny groaned as two stubby fingers surged deep into her warm pussy to emerge slick with her juices. He rubbed hard on her rapidly erecting clit making her body shudder as bolt after bolt of erotic sensation filled her loins. Time and again his fingers dipped inside her then rubbed her clit. The double assault rapidly forced her towards climax. She was desperate to stop him defiling her body but the sensations filling her breasts and pussy were just so strong they overrode her humiliation. The more he manipulated her body the more she submitted herself to his depraved treatment.

Candice watched the man abusing the spectacular blonde making her whine and writhe. The thing was she was letting him do it to her even though it was obvious she felt utterly degraded. Once past a certain point she was helpless to stop herself surrendering to the depraved indignity as he penetrated her pussy and fondled her titties.

Bubbles was just as fascinated. She felt equalled appalled by the Ambassadors pawing of the blonde but she had to admit if she could have taken his place she'd have been in there without the slightest hesitation.

Stevens could feel Jenny's burning need for release building within her. Her breath quickened. Her chest heaved and her quiet mewing cries became louder each time he plunged his fingers inside her. He'd buried his face in the side of the British agent’s neck sucking on her skin when he felt her suddenly stiffen so he gripped her clit and squeezed while his other hand twisted the metal disc on her nipple. The blonde agent shrieked as her body exploded shuddering and writhing with orgasmic bliss. Stevens twisted her nipple hard and pinched her clit driving her higher and higher prolonging her climax. She trembled and shook groaning piteously but he held her otherwise she'd have slid to the floor. Delighted by his control over the big titted blonde he squeezed her clitoris mercilessly each time feeling her body jerk with a renewed bolt of pleasure. At the same time he tormented her tit pulling and viciously twisting on the metal disc sending jolts of pain through her giant pliable breast.

The room fell silent as Jenny's orgasm abated. She lay sprawled across Stevens her chest heaving. Candice and Bubbles stared amazed at the busty blonde then together lifted her off the Ambassador. Both smiled as the huge bulge in his trousers was revealed so he quickly covered himself and left. They lowered Jenny to the chair to let her recover. Within a minute she looked up revealing in her expression the shame and humiliation she felt. She'd let that odious man grope and fondle her body until she'd succumbed allowing him to bring her to orgasm and she felt dirty and totally disgusted by her own weakness.

It didn't help even when Candice said she could accompany the girls to the reception the next day.

Chapter Three - The Reception from Hell.

The minibus pulled in over the draw-bridge leading to an open area inside the ominous Pink Fortress. Jenny felt so sick her stomach turned somersaults. The last time she'd been here a firing squad and Godfrey Mordant had tied her over an oil barrel then repeatedly fucked her in every orifice. Then thanks to a native raiding party she'd been freed and a dozen soldiers had died during her escape. If she was recognised there was no telling what imaginative tortures they'd dream up for her. She was thankful to Bubbles therefore for the transformation in her appearance. She now had shorter hair which had been dyed a rich brunette. The blonde dancer had also carefully applied Jenny's make-up adding clever shading to her cheek bones and nose giving her a fuller face resulting in a remarkable alteration in her appearance. Jenny marvelled at the change because she hardly recognised herself in the mirror.

Once inside the citadel the inevitable searches were carried out by the guards, a welcome relief from the boredom for them. Each girl had to endure the demeaning hands on body search with much squeezing of asses and tits but that was as far as it went. Jenny of course came in for extra special attention with each guard double checking that her bra and knickers didn't contain anything more dangerous than the weapons that nature had provided her with. They did check the wardrobe chest containing the girl’s costumes but there was nothing in there to find. Jenny had determined she would require a couple of equipment items so gave them to Ambassador Stevens. She was pretty sure that the guards wouldn't go as far as a full cavity search of the fat man so the equipment she needed was safe secreted in his 'Prison Suitcase.'

They were escorted to the room where the reception was being held. The British Embassy was footing the bill so there was plenty of food and drink on long tables. Each place setting had a small bag containing 'gifts' from a grateful British people for the esteemed executives of the Naboombu Oil Company. The gifts included a Rolex watch, expensive perfume, a gold cigarette case and a packet of white powder that might or might not have been sherbet. The Ambassador would have vehemently denied that these items were 'bribes' but all's fair in love, war and Oil negotiations. The other side of the room was empty giving the girls room for their 'dance' routines.

In a connected room they all changed into their costumes ready for the first set while back at the reception Ambassador Stevens was chatting with the six executives in attendance plying them with as much drink as he could and promising them a 'real' show like they'd never seen before after they'd finished eating. Eventually Candice got up and announced the girls in 'A Day at the Beach.' All the men clapped as the dance girls poured out of the changing room whooping and calling as if they'd just arrived at the seaside. They all wore the tiniest of bikini's showing off acres of athletic white flesh with more breast and thigh than a turkey farm. Two girls tossed a large beach ball between them others carried small plastic buckets and spades or sun shades. The men watched with lust filled eyes taking in their tight asses and lithe bodies of the nubile young women as they cavorting around. Some tried to reach out as a girl came within arm’s length to cup an ass cheek or stroke a thigh and usually the girls let them before skipping merrily away.

Then Jenny stepped out. All eyes immediately swung to stare at the newcomer. Unlike the dancing girls the British agent wasn't whooping or exuberant instead she appeared shy and timid. Slowly staring about her like a deer in the forest she made her way through the whirling hair and limbs to the centre of the 'dance' floor a towel clasped in her arms. She placed a small plastic bottle she'd been given on the floor and took the large towel and flinging it out laid it flat on the ground. The reason for her discomfort now became apparent. Every single man in the room leered lecherously at the amazingly pneumatic body revealed. The reason for Jenny's self-consciousness was the bathing suit she'd been given to wear. She was dressed in the most revealing costume possible without being naked. It consisted of little more than two lengths of thin material running from the triangle covering her vagina upward over her tits to return down her back to dip between her butt cheeks. The suit left ninety-nine percent of her body exposed. Even half of her giant areolas were left enticingly uncovered by the narrow straps. Following Candice's precise instructions she turned her back on the executives spread her ankles a two feet apart then bent forward reaching down to straighten the towel. She felt cheep and dirty because she realised the view she was presenting and she could almost feel the men's leering eyes staring at her plump ass cheeks before zeroing in on the valley between them. Her most intimate area felt defenceless being barely covered by the narrowest scrap of bathing suit.

Quickly she lay down as if sun-bathing grateful that her front and especially her tits were protected from the laser like stares of the six black executives and Ambassador Stevens as well. The girls continued their boisterous rollicking and dancing teasing the men away from staring at the exposed plump backside of the British agent.

Jenny jerked as something cold touched her back. Looking round she saw Bubbles had knelt beside her and was dripping the oil from the plastic bottle on to her exposed skin. Capping the bottle the blonde dancer began smoothing the oil all over Jenny’s back until her stiff muscles begin to relax. The blondes knowing hands applied soothing pressure rubbing the 'suntan oil' deep into the skin of the newly brunette British agent. Oil dripped on to Jenny's legs and a second dancer stroked up and down her mile long models limbs her fingers digging deep into her spectacularly athletic thighs. Jenny felt even more relaxed as the two women massaged her oily flesh. A third dancer joined in kneeling beside the British agent. She carefully upended the bottle dripping oil directly on to Jenny's bare ass then sunk her fingers deep into the soft pliant butt cheeks.

The British secret agent let out a surprised 'Oh' as hands slapped down on her ass. This quickly turned to blissful sighs as the three dancers caressed and massaged her body until her oil covered skin shimmering under the rooms lighting. The leering men were practically drooling envious of the women who were manipulating Jenny's perfect tanned flesh. Caprice and Stevens also watched knowing their cunning plan was falling in to place. The day before, once Candice had set eyes on the blonde agent and decided she must have her in the act, she'd presented Stevens with a request, 'Can you get this' and gave him a piece of paper. He smiled and agreed. The potion she'd requested was now in the bottle that the girls thought was sun-tan lotion. It was really a local 'love potion' derived from a tincture of local plants that in the west we would call an aphrodisiac. Candice knew Jenny was getting a massive dose but the girls would also be effected as the oil seeped into their systems via their hands.

The dancing girl really worked Jenny's ass moulding the plump cheeks gripping great fistfuls of flesh spreading the cheeks and mashing them back together. As she became more excited she massaged then spanked then massaged and spanked until Jenny's ass turned a soft pink. Each sexy slap drew an ecstatic yelp from Jenny but nowhere near as big a yelp as the one she let out when a long oily finger touched her anus. The girl working Jenny's ass had pulled aside the British agents costume and exposed her small tight ass hole. Her middle finger pressed against the ring of muscle and because of the slippery oil split it apart and surged inside right up to the third knuckle. Bubbles and the other dancer practically had to hold Jenny down as her ass was plundered and stuffed with first one then two fingers. It only took a few seconds before Jenny stopped struggling to escape the anal assault and instead relaxed enough to allow a third finger to penetrate her back passage. Every man in the room black or white smirked as Jenny's ass was abused. Hands spanked her ass cheeks while long female fingers stretched her ass hole.

With a nod the smirking girls spun Jenny over on to her back. Copious amounts of oil poured out covering her legs and torso. Bubbles then took the bottle and emptied the rest of its contents all over Jenny's breasts which had fallen sideways exposing her nipples and areolas. Jenny gasped when the blonde dancer gathered her tits up and slowly allowed the giant oily mammaries to slip through her fingers. Bubbles stared down at the fleshy mounds she was massaging marvelling at the feel of the tattooed pliant flesh. Jenny's eyes shone as her body responded to the girl’s manipulations then she jerked as Bubbles pinched her nipples twirling and tugging on them driving the British agent wild with erotic sensation. The other three dancers joined the fun massaging every exposed piece of flesh on the British agent making her moan and wriggle as all six dancing girls molested the writhing British agent.

Bubbles released Jenny's oil covered tits allowing two of the others to take her place. She watched appreciatively as they seized a massive breast each and using both hands treated the soft flesh like a pair of big burly bakers working off their frustrations angrily kneading bread dough.

The black executives watched the depraved ravishing of the mega-titted Brit each fidgeting in their chair trying to ease the pressure pushing out the front of their trousers. Bubbles kissed Jenny. Not a sisterly or friendly kiss but a full on lip sucking tongue delving sloppy French kiss that threatened to suck out the air from Jenny's lungs. Each man could see her react with surprise then slowly respond until both women were making a spirited attempt at eating the face off the other. Jenny felt an orgasm beginning to rise in her loins. She now had Bubbles tongue forced deep into her mouth, two women sucking for dear life on her tits and another two massaging her torso and thighs which they'd gradually spread apart. This left the sixth dancer, a short ginger haired girl with a pretty freckled face and unusually large breasts for a dancer. Her name was Megan and she was kneeling between Jenny's legs. She reached forward and pulled aside the tiny red triangle of material exposing for all to see the prettiest pussy. Her finger tips spread apart the engorged lips revealing the moist pink inner pussy flesh then she dived forwards spearing her tongue deep inside the moaning British woman.

The dancers went to town on the writhing shuddering body of the Brunette Jenny making her groan and seize and squirm. Her hips rose forcing her gaping cunt hard against Megan’s sucking lips. It seemed to the watching male audience that Jenny had suddenly been coupled up to an industrial milking machine as four of the women sucked on her mouth, nipples and areolas and gaping juicy womanhood. Conversely she could have easily been a virgin (Yer, right) fallen victim to a gang of voracious vampires as they sucked the lifeblood from her body. Each dancer felt unusually sexually aggressive not knowing they'd absorbed a dose of the 'Love' potion. Jenny felt utterly wanton having taken a dose that would have brought a rhinoceros on heat.

Megan licked and sucked on Jenny's peanut sized clit scrapping her sandpaper like tongue over the erect nub then sucked it hard. Jenny was bouncing so hard it took all of the women to hold her down. Her orgasm built and built toward the ultimate release. The dancers sucked, licked, moulded and massaged. Bubbles freed Jenny's mouth just in time. She let out an agonised cry of 'Oooohhh Goooooood' as her loins exploded in blinding muscle locking bliss. Her whole frame twitched and shuddered as the orgasmic pleasure suffused her body each dancer still sucking and licking on her tits and cunt extending her body rocking climax. It was almost cruel the way they tormented the British agent forcing spasm after spasm from her until she was left little more than a sweat sheened drooling stupefied husk.

Eventually the dancers rose from Jenny's spread-eagled body leaving her almost comatose on the blanket her tits erect and reddened her pussy gaping and engorged dripping juices and took the well-deserved standing ovation from the watching male audience. Then they quickly gathered up the overwhelmed and disoriented Jenny carrying her back into the changing room because there was a distinct possibility that the overheated men would forget themselves and threw themselves down onto her in a frenzied gang-bang of thrusting black cocks.

Stevens was utterly amazed. He knew she had a body on her but he'd never suspected she'd submit so easily to being abused and molested. Every one of the executives shook him warmly by the hand and one even enquired if the 'Big-titted one' was for sale. 'Many goats if she was'. He had to say no but assured the man that the 'show' was only going to get better and the big-titted one was going to be the star.

In the changing room Jenny was sitting staring blankly at nothing. She had her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if feeling the need for protection. Her mind was awhirl both with the shameless humiliating display she'd put on in front of an audience of horny prurient salivating men but also with the amoral feeling still flooding through her body. She couldn't believe that she still craved more degrading indiscriminate sex. It was all she could do to stop her own hand delving between her thighs to relieve her pent up sexual tension.

Bubbles sat down beside her and placed a sisterly arm round her shoulders. 'Wow girl. That was a turn-up eh. I've never seen the girls lose control like that before and young Megan, well I don't need to tell you what she did.'

Jenny blushed 'No, no need at all.' She smiled timidly. She could still feel a buzzing in her pussy where Megan had eaten her out.

Whispering Bubbles continued 'I understand you're not really a dancer, you're some sort spy or investigator. What's your plan?'

Jenny stiffened. Proper secret agents didn't usually share their mission with all and sundry but she couldn't believe that Bubbles would betray her so she explained what she had to do in general terms.

'How are you going to get out of the reception?' the blonde dancer asked frowning.

'Simple' replied Jenny. 'The firm have given me something to use and it's in the Ambassadors pocket. I just have to get it from him after the last routine.'

'Speaking of the last routine we need to get ready.' Bubbles selected a few items from the big chest and presented them to Jenny. She was pleasantly surprised to see she was to wear about a thousand percent more than the last time in fact there was a white bra, a white basque, white lace panties, thong of course, a suspender belt, stockings and high heeled shoes all white. The only colour was a soft pink lipstick. Bubbles came over when she'd dressed and Jenny saw she was clad in a black latex basque, black thong panties, stockings and heels all black. Her lipstick was a shocking bright red. She also saw that Bubbles and the rest of the dancer's tits were naked and exposed. Jenny felt her mouth watering. Bubbles might have quite small breasts but they were perfectly formed with soft pink areolas and nipples and Jenny felt the irresistible urge to suck on them. The other girls with the exception of Megan also sported nice but small breasts, if you added all twelve dancers’ tits together into one it still wouldn't equal the bosom Jenny was packing.

'Here' said Bubbles 'there's a couple more items' and strapped a small pair of white wings to Jenny's back then buckled a black dog collar round her throat and attached two six foot black leather leads. Then Bubbles whispered instructions in her ear. When the girls, all dressed identically to Bubbles, were ready Jenny was dragged out into the reception room. As per her orders she was resisting but the two girls holding the leads were able to force her to the centre of the dance area. Every man in the room stared at her white clad form and her wide frightened eyes. The men whooped excited and almost out of their minds on drink and sherbet especially after Candice had announced 'Gentlemen, the last routine is entitled 'The Corruption of an Angel.'

The 'dance' began. While Bubbles and another girl held the struggling Jenny the others cavorted wildly around her like demented demons from the depths of dance hell. Every few seconds a demon would swoop in and molest the captive Angel spanking her naked ass cheeks, grabbing and squeezing a soft tit or stroking the lacy front of her tiny panties. Then one of them grabbed Jenny's head and kissed her driving a tongue deep into her mouth. As one demon kissed her another moved behind her and unhooked her bra. A vicious tug and Jenny's giant jiggling tits were unveiled for all to see.

The leering men cheered and clapped when the British agent’s humongous tits were exposed. Now the dancers had more targets. Time and again one would kiss the Angel and seize handfuls of soft breast flesh. Suddenly a violent tug ripped the gossamer panties from her hips revealing her hairless pussy. Now she was really on the receiving end. The leather leads kept her from escaping as kiss after kiss made her head swim. Her tits were on fire from constant rough handling and her pussy swollen from female hands cupping her mound and dipping a finger inside her vagina.

Jenny felt aroused and at the same time demeaned as she was molested for the pleasure of the ogling men but the more the women touched, spanked, kissed and fingered her the more her humiliation faded away to be replaced by shear wanton desire. Soon all four black clad dancers were surrounding her moulding her tits, spanking her ass and penetrating her pussy until suddenly only Bubbles stood before her.

The befuddled white clad agent stared eyes hooded with arousal at the blonde dancer. Jenny's cheeks, both sets, were flushed and her chest heaved trying to suck air into her lungs. Bubbles kissed her. Not this time a hard demanding lip smashing kiss but rather a soft tender kiss of a lover. Jenny unable to resist responded in kind almost relieved that the overwhelming molesting had stopped. The men fidgeted watching the lascivious display as the two women sucked on each other’s lips. Someone took hold of her ankles and eased Jenny's legs apart. The kiss went on and on lulling her into a soporific state until she felt something poking at her pussy lips. She broke the kiss and looked down between her giant boobs. Her mouth dropped open with shock.

Round Bubbles hips was a leather harness and from the front protruded a black dildo which wouldn't have looked out of place in the dungeons of Torquemada’s Inquisition. Jenny looked up to meet Bubbles excited eyes.

'Think of England dear' she said then bending her legs she drove the monster dildo upwards impaling the British agent’s moist cunt. Jenny threw back her head and wailed as her pussy was stretched to its limit. Two of the dancers held on to the leather leashes, another two held her ankles. Megan stepped up behind Jenny holding her upright by the simple expedient of reaching round her and grasping a fistful of each of her giant breasts.

With her hands now gripping Jenny's butt cheeks holding her in place Bubbles drew the dildo back noting the trembling of her body as the vicious gnarled plastic rubbed against the tender inner walls of her womanhood then once more drove it deep into her pussy. Jenny moaned. Exquisite agony flooded her defenceless cunt as Bubbles increased her speed thrusting the log sized column of plastic into her. The men had fallen silent mouths open in awe at the sight of the black latex clad demon women tormenting the angelic mega-titted brunette. Bubbles showed no mercy. Jenny's head wrenched from side to side uttering animal like sounds. The slap of flesh on flesh filled the room as the women’s hips slammed together. Whatever remnants of shame or humiliation had been left in Jenny's mind had now been burned away because she was screaming out 'Yes, yes, yes' each time Bubbles drove the dildo home. Jenny's hips were even moving forward to meet the invading sex-toy ensuring it penetrated as far inside her as it could. Megan held the writhing Angel grinding soft breast flesh in her fists twisting and stretching the pliant boobs adding her own extra share of intense sensation.

Bubbles slowed her thrusting drawing back then forcing the dildo forwards deep into Jenny’s loins. Each thrust drew an agonisingly guttural grunt. Gradually she increased her speed penetrating the brunette's cunt faster and faster. The men began clapping in time with each thrust. Jenny begged for release groaning piteously as her body was ravaged beyond even her extensive experience. Pain pleasure filled her abused breasts and her loins grew hot as her orgasm began to build like the pressure inside a volcano getting ready to erupt. Her hips shuddered and it was only Megan that kept her from collapsing. The clapping quickened as Bubbles thrust faster and faster her dancers legs adding extra force impaling the groaning Jenny on the devastating dildo.

Suddenly Jenny's entire body stiffened as if she was having some sort of epileptic fit. Her throat opened and issued an inhuman moan not heard since pre-historic times. Then she shuddered as an orgasm of mind blowing proportions exploded in her loins expanding outwards filling her body with blindingly intense rapture. Jenny wanted to fall to the floor but Megan gripped her tits even tighter virtually suspending her by her own breasts. Bubbles jerked her hips extending Jenny's forced climax filling her with aftershocks of pleasure especially when she withdrew the dildo for the last time with an obscene slurping noise.

Slowly the orgasms abated and the nearly comatose Jenny was supported by two dancers while the men whooped and clapped wildly. With their help Jenny staggered into the changing room and sat down to recover her wits. Her brain still felt fuzzy with a combination of fatigue, humiliation and sexual arousal. The humiliation that she was feeling came from the knowledge that even though she could have stopped Bubbles from using the giant dildo to fuck her senseless she hadn't. She'd seen the huge toy but unable to control her own libido she'd allowed and even encouraged Bubbles to drive it home even in front of the audience of disgusting drooling men. 'Maybe' she thought blushing 'being watched as she was ravished added an extra frisson to the experience.'

After a minutes self-recrimination she shook herself putting her feelings on the back burner. She knew she still had a job to do, a very dangerous job, one that could very easily end with her paying the ultimate price if she wasn't at the top of her game. Splashing cold water from the sink on her face she tried to concentrate. She first needed to retrieve a couple of items from Ambassador Stevens who'd smuggled them in to the Fortress. He'd done the smuggling as they'd surmised he wouldn't be subjected to as close or as intimate a search as the girls or their chest of props and costumes. Once she had the items provided by Q branch she had to incapacitate the Oil executives then sneak out of the reception.

Still dressed in white basque, stockings and heels but no bra or knickers Jenny returned to the reception. At the door she stood shocked. Inside the party had descended into a wild scene of Bacchanalian debauchery. Each of the six executives was 'keeping company' with one of the dancing girls. Two girls were on their knees their heads bobbing up and down while the others were sitting straddling their laps urgently bouncing on their cocks.

Stevens sat apart watching and salivating enviously as the latex clad dancers 'made out' with the black oilmen. Jenny shook off her surprise and walked over to him the evidence of his arousal made obvious by the tenting of the front of his trousers. She'd hoped that the girls would be distracting the oilmen but she was crestfallen to see that every one of the executives had spotted her and was watching her intently possibly fantasizing in their minds about fucking her instead of the dancers that were in fact riding their cocks. Stevens stared blatantly as the newly brunette agent walked towards him her exposed breasts bouncing and quivering.

'Quick' he whispered urgently 'sit here so you look just like the other girls. We don't want any of the men to suspect you're not a real dancer.' Jenny hesitated then blushing furiously she spread her nylon clad legs and straddled the ambassador’s thighs. She felt a little sick realising her pussy was gaping open as her legs were forced wide apart in order for her to sit astride his lap. He quickly pulled her closer to him until she felt his bulge rubbing against her engorged vaginal lips.

'I'm sorry my dear' he said quietly 'but we must play the part so they don't become suspicious.' Jenny was trying to work out what he meant when he seized one of her breasts and fed its erect peak into his mouth. She gasped both from shock at his sucking on her flesh and from the sudden pleasure erupting in her tit. The executives all watched enviously as the Ambassador mauled the brunette agent’s giant breasts sucking wetly on her puffy areolas and erect nipples. Jenny felt trapped. She had to submit to being molested to convince all of the Naboombu oilmen that she was one of the group although she'd have been a lot happier had Stevens not been a fat and ugly sweating slob as he pulled her against his bulging stomach his thick bloated lips assailing her tits biting on her nipples and tonguing round and round her puffy areolas.

Stevens for his part took full advantage of the situation slurping and slavering, sucking and mauling Jenny's magnificent boobs covering them with slick saliva. He could almost feel her conflict. She hated having to submit to his groping and pawing of her body but she was constrained by her need to maintain her cover and not blow her mission. She didn't realise her situation was about to become a whole lot worse because as Stevens nuzzled her tits his hand slid down and freed his cock. Jenny yelped in surprise as she felt its tip touching her pussy but not nearly as much as when he thrust upwards penetrating her defenceless gaping vagina.

The British agent moaned helplessly as Steven's arms held her captive as he fucked her. She was caught on the horns of a dilemma and the horn of the Ambassador powerless to prevent him using her. Her only saving grace was that he was already fully aroused by her 'Angelic' performances and by the orgy that he'd been watching so he was very close to climaxing. Jenny clenched her pussy muscles determining to bring him off as quickly as she could to end her torment. Stevens felt the extra pressure as the buxom agent squeezed his cock. It instantly doubled the pleasure he felt. Desperately he tried to think of anything to stave off his climax, anything to extend the length of time he could fuck the beautiful woman on his lap.

Anger filled her so determined to finish it Jenny began to move up and down forcing the fat man’s cock deep inside her until unable to resist her any longer he came pumping his hot sickly semen into her moist cunt. While he slumped in his chair she leaned forwards embracing him then unseen by the others reached into his jacket pocket and found the items she was looking for. One silver tube she secreted under her basque but the other she kept in her hand. In full agent mode now but still steaming with resentment silently swearing retribution she rose up off the Ambassadors lap and moved to the nearest oilman and the girl writhing on his lap. Making no attempt at hiding it she twisted the silver tube which sprouted like a lipstick then she applied the red tip to her tit circling her areolas. Gripping her breast in both hands she presented it to the watching man who happily took it between his lips and sucked. His eyes widened as the strawberry flavour filled his mouth. He renewed his sucking with even more enthusiasm drawing as much of her soft tit flesh as he could between his full black lips.

Jenny had thought this would be the easy part of the operation but she began to realise that the tit sucking was turning her on more than the fucking Stevens had given her ever could have. She felt the man begin to relax so she pulled her tit out of his mouth with a disgusting slurping sound. The dancing girl winked at her as she moved on. Four more men received the same gift each enjoying the taste of her strawberry flavoured tits and the knockout chemical it contained while she felt her libido rising as they sucked on her inflamed breasts.

The last man, an enormous brute with muscles on his muscles was fucking Megan and from the look on her face a fine job he was making of it. Her head was thrown back as she bounced vigorously on his prodigious black cock. Just as Jenny reached the pair Megan let out an agonised groan climaxing wildly and collapsed to the floor. Behind her the five dancing girls were still riding their respective partners hiding the fact each was sleeping like a baby.

Swirling the flavoured knockout balm round her nipple the British agent pressed her tit to the last guys face but he had other ideas. He hadn't cum so his giant cock still strained upwards. He reached up and grabbing a fistful of her brunette hair he wrenched her head down until the tip of his cock nudged her lips. With a deep voice like a gorilla that smoked eighty a day he rasped 'OK bitch let’s see what you got.' He pushed until Jenny was forced to open her lips then his black meat surged over her tongue filling her mouth. His hand roughly controlled her head compelling her to swallow his member. He forced her mouth up and down his shaft jamming his cock-head deep into her throat until ropes of saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. He seemed to possess more stamina than Stevens because he kept Jenny sucking on his gnarled cock pounding his meat into her face with no regard for her feelings. The buxom agent wanted him to finish quickly because inexplicably she could feel her own arousal building yet again. The feel of his cock in her mouth filled her mind and she felt helpless to resist. She luxuriated in the texture of his gnarled vein covered shaft in her mouth. Her head bobbed now not because of his grip on her hair but because she wanted desperately to suck his black member.

Laughing at the tears running down her cheeks he pulled Jenny off his cock and forced her to straddle his legs. Then with her helpless to resist forced her gaping cunt down on his iron hard black shaft. He filled her insides with erect black cock lifting her upwards and dropping her down letting gravity help him fuck her. Through the sensations filling her abused pussy Jenny tried vainly to press her tit to his mouth but he foiled her by grabbing her tits in his giant mauling hands and used them as painful handholds to lift her up them slam her down impaling her on his shaft. She was powerless against his shear strength incapable of resisting his ravishing of her body not that she was trying too hard now. The tit sucking followed by his forced fucking was driving her toward climax. He slammed her down mercilessly again and again feeling the warmth in her cunt growing. He gripped her tits even harder sinking his fingers painfully deep into her soft pliant tit flesh. He smiled feeling her actively helping him now flexing her thigh muscles to raise and lower her body. Together the black man and white woman ascended toward orgasm until he bellowed and came pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep inside her then she followed suit climaxing hard, shuddering, trembling, jerking as shock after shock filled her loins.

Jenny slumped forward against the barrel chested black man exhausted and spent. He laughed a deep booming laugh 'pretty good for a whore' then he lifted her tit and sucked it hard. Within seconds he slumped unconscious. Jenny sighed feeling sated after her explosive orgasm then slowly she levered herself off the black brutes cock and stood up unsteadily.

Chapter Four - Now Where Were We.

With all six oil executives sleeping like babies Jenny set off to try and complete her mission. Was there a British national being held by the Naboombuians (try saying that three times quickly) and if so could she free them. In preparation she'd memorised the layout of the Fortress so she headed for the dungeons via the shortest route. Before starting she'd considered what she should wear. It occurred to her that no amount of clothes would stop a bullet and being virtually naked could be a distinct advantage when coming across a male guard so she remained in just her white basque, stockings and suspender belt leaving her tits and pussy naked. The only concession she made was to swap the white high-heels for trainers. You couldn't fight or run in heels no matter what they did in the movies.

The corridors this deep inside the Fortress were dingy and cool and empty of guards until she actually reached the dungeon block. Two gun totting sentries spotted the British agent as she burst into the antechamber. Under normal circumstances their training meant they'd have pointed their guns and fired then asked questions afterwards. But this situation wasn't in any of the manuals. They were faced by a nearly naked huge titted white woman who advanced on them licking her lips and swinging her hips like the best street walker. Both noted her hairless pussy nestling between her athletic thighs and froze as if hypnotised by the sight.

Neither man reacted as they should have even when Jenny came within arm’s length. With an inviting smile she embraced both men. Each sentry took the opportunity to molest the nearly naked woman lasciviously fondling her ass and tits. Jenny bore their hands on her body as she surreptitiously slipped the second silver tube from beneath her basque. The first guard hardly felt the super sharp needle pricking his neck and in seconds he was collapsing to the ground. Jenny reached for the second man and he quickly sighed and joined his companion. Picking up a set of keys Jenny started searching the cells. There were nearly two dozen and it was in the last one that she spotted her target. Having no windows the cell was in semi-darkness and the occupant was filthy and covered with dirt but she could still see his skin was white. It looked like the rumours were true and they were holding a British national as their prisoner. Whoever it was reacted with alarm when Jenny jangled the keys in the lock looking for the right one. He yelped and whined skittering away into the farthest corner of the dark dank cell obviously scared witless knowing that anyone opening the cell door was a precursor to pain and torture.

Jenny found the right key to the cell door and pushed it open. Inside she approached the prisoner who tried desperately to scrabble away from her. She could see now it was a white man skinny even emaciated from starvation and covered with grime. He wore just frayed and filthy slacks and a ripped once white shirt. His black hair and beard were long and shaggy and with his head bowed covered his face.

Suddenly the cell seemed to darken as something blocked out the meagre light from the doorway. Jenny whirled round holding the tiny anaesthetic tube as her only weapon to stare into the smiling face of Colonel Julius Strang.

Jenny hung naked and shivering from the top of the thick metal frame. Leather cuffs encircled her wrists attaching them to the top rail while further cuffs fixed her ankles to the base. Wrists and ankles were both spread three feet apart. The men who had roughly dragged her into the dungeon had enjoyed themselves stripping her by the simple expedient of ripping and cutting the basque from her body. They'd then made sure that her bindings stretched her magnificent body to its limits making her confinement both tight and miserably uncomfortable. To multiply her foreboding they'd fitted a leather blindfold over her eyes. This left her with just her hearing and smell to verify her circumstances. All was quiet except for the occasional ominous scream presumably from another unfortunate incarcerated in another of the cells in the bowls of the Pink Palace but the smell told an even greater story. The stench, for the smell was truly awful, was a mixture of stale blood, urine, excrement and slimy mould. She'd not had much chance to study her surroundings what with being violently stripped and bound with leather before they'd cut off her ability to see but her glimpses and her sense of smell confirmed she was being held in the archetypal dungeon like the ones found in any self-respecting medieval English Castle and Hollywood.

The mega-titted agent’s problems had already started because Strang's instructions to his men had been a sinister order to 'Soften her up.' They'd chosen to take this to mean 'beat and fuck the crap out of her' so once Jenny was bound securely to the metal frame they'd both entertained themselves using leather floggers on her, one targeting her front the other her back. The heavy leather slapping noisily against her skin echoed in the freezing dungeon. She grunted as her tits, a natural target, turned a hot red. Each giant sphere quivered under the multiple lashes jiggling and rippling. Her snake tattooed torso turned a sore pink but nowhere near the shade of red her pussy turned when it received a dozen strokes. As the one soldier whipped her front the other whipped her ass until it was criss-crossed with angry red striations. When they stopped Jenny thought they'd finished but she quickly realised they had other ideas in mind. The first soldier moved to stand pressed against her sore tits then he bent his legs aimed his black cock and straightened up. Jenny cried out with pain and mortification as he penetrated her poor whipped pussy.

The black soldier laughed as he raped the bound white woman driving his cock into her tortured womanhood. He gripped her ass pulling her hips on to meet his increasingly violent thrusts. The second soldier seeing his chance stepped up behind Jenny and while his compatriot held her ass cheeks apart drove his cock into her anus. Jenny moaned helplessly as they double penetrated her filling her loins with hard black cock. The leather straps chaffed her wrists as she struggled and tugged at her bindings desperate to escape the soldier’s invasion of her holes but they held firm. They used her mercilessly uncaring of her pain and humiliation until almost together they erupted filling their bound captive with their semen.

Pleased with their work they left the violated white woman hanging in abject misery secure in the knowledge she been given a damn good softening up.

She shivered again both from the cold in this dank basement but also the fear and anxiety of what inevitable suffering was surely to come. Were this Hollywood any moment now a giant bare chested torturer wearing the archetypal leather hood would enter to begin her torment. There would be the burning brassier in the corner used to heat the branding irons and pokers to a white hot heat that would sear her flesh, a rack to stretch her until her sinews cracked and tore themselves from her bones. Maybe an Iron Maiden to pierce her skin until blood ran down her body and out via the channels to the floor drain.

Jenny felt the despair of her failure even deeper when she realised that not only had it condemned another person to continued jail and torment but even worse the dance troupe might be implicated then she could be responsible for their incarceration as well and there was no telling what sort of degradation the girls would be subject to.

Someone entered the dungeon. Jenny listened apprehensively then her blindfold was unceremoniously ripped off. Blinking in the light she saw not only Strang's smiling face but also the white prisoner still cowering head bowed. Any slim hopes she had of bluffing her way out were immediately snuffed out when Strang said 'It's nice to see you once more Special Agent Richards, and looking so fit and colourful.' He stepped close and ran his hand over her tattooed torso. 'I see you've met our Snakehead people. You did well to escape their clutches with your life if not entirely unblemished.'

The British agent stared back defiantly. Strang was an impressive man for all the wrong reasons. Not tall but still a powerful personality that could silence a room full of hardened soldiers with little more than a quiet cough. His stare felt like it could bore right through you and his dark eyes and blank expression offered zero chance of mercy. He was fit like a wrestler with broad shoulders, long arms and massive hands.

Doing her best to hide the terror she felt Jenny spat 'Strang you fool. You think you can detain and imprison two foreigners and not suffer the consequences?'

'Consequences my dear, consequences. I think you will find it is you who will be the one doing the suffering. In this country I am the law and you are under arrest for espionage. If you need any evidence of how little I fear your puny toothless country then perhaps you should meet my friend here?'

Jenny turned her attention to the wretched prisoner who finally looked up at her. She gasped with shock. The straggly black hair fell away from the dirty beaten and bruised face revealing the haunted eyes of Godfrey Mordant.

'But you're dead' she stammered.

The pitiful man looked like he almost wished it was true but he shook his head. 'No' he said his strained voice rasping. 'I faked my death on the river bank and fought my way back through the jungle only to get caught by a patrol just as I reached the city.'

'Yes' interrupted Strang 'and since then he's been, how do you say, helping us with our inquiries. You'd be surprised just how co-operative it is possible to be with the right ... incentives. But now we have you and this one has outlived his usefulness.' Without warning Strang took out his pistol and shot Mordant between the eyes. The force of the bullet threw the former British Ambassador across the dungeon in a spray of blood to finish against the bare wall. Jenny felt sick and stunned as she stared at the dead body lying sprawled on the cold stone.

Then came the words she'd dreaded hearing. 'Now where were we? Oh yes I seem to remember that when we were so rudely interrupted last time I'd just introduced some of your tender bits to a truck battery. Well good news I have a fresh battery all ready to continue where we left off.'

Jenny tugged at her bonds sick to her stomach knowing already that it was a fruitless waste of energy.

'But' Strang continued when she settled down 'I always hoped we’d meet once more so I obtained something special for just this eventuality.'

The captive agent watched as the bitter taste of bile rose in her throat. Strang produced a small glass cage a little like a fish tank. Inside there was some vegetation but she could make out nothing else until Strang reached in and gripped what looked like a wriggling worm. 'Being so isolated our wildlife has evolved some weird and wonderful creatures ... like this. The Caustic Leach. He held it up before her terrified gaze so she could see how truly disgusting the beast actually was.

It was about eight inches long and two inches in diameter at its widest point. At the back end it tapered to a narrow tail but it was the front end that was truly gross. The breath froze in Jenny’s chest as she saw the leach had no face as such just a large mouth ringed by rows of tiny barbed teeth and thick rubbery lips. An aroma of rotten meat assailed her nostrils and as she watched a viscous liquid dripped from its mouth.

Strang teased her with the vile creature then jammed it hard against her giant breast so the lips clamped over her nipple. A second later the teeth sank into her soft flesh making it almost impossible for it to be ripped off. Jenny jerked mostly with shock because the teeth although sharp were not very long and only just broke the skin of her areolas. The leaches lips sucked gratefully accepting the blood but again not painfully so. Jenny felt even more scared though because Strang was smiling if such a cruel expression could be classed as a smile. She realised that he knew something she didn't. Suddenly she stiffened as she remembered the creature’s name, The Caustic Leach.

'Yes Agent Richards the teeth are only for maintaining the creatures hold on its prey it gets its name from the acidic saliva it uses to slowly dissolve the flesh of its victim. It might take a couple of hours but you'll start to feel the effects quite soon.'

Jenny treated the man to a stream of such vile invective even he blanched so he gripped a second leach and jammed it against her other tit. She tugged at her bindings and shook her shoulders but the leaches just clamped their teeth harder into her soft breast flesh. Then Strang took out a third leach. Jenny froze as he approached her and with a cruel laugh jammed the creature between her thighs. Jenny felt the teeth clamp round her clit and the lips begin sucking.

The Colonel stood back watching the twitching white woman. He knew the acid of the leach was quite mild and would take a few hours to liquefy her flesh but it would be excruciatingly painful as it did its insidious work.

While Jenny jerked and moaned Strang prepared his next torture. He wheeled out the truck battery and attached wires to the terminals that led to a single three foot metal tube with a thick rubber handle. The shiny steel tube was a good two inches in diameter with a rounded end and the handle held a thumb operated an on/off button. 'Feeling anything yet Agent Richards?'

'Fuck you Strang' she spat back.

'Such language from such a pretty mouth. I tell you what, let’s ginger the little blighters up shall we.' Strang touched the metal rod to the tail of one of the leaches. The electric shock convulsed the leach forcing its jaws to clamp tightly shut sinking its tiny razor sharp teeth into Jenny's super sensitive tit. This wasn't the worst though because it also forced the frantically wriggling creature to exude more corrosive saliva. The shock travelled through the biting worm into Jenny's body which jerked and twitched in muscle locking pain and on into the other leaches who like the first bit down hard on the blonde’s tender flesh. Had she been able to Jenny would have screamed as teeth sank into her erect clitoris.

Strang laughed out loud as he played with the electric prod touching its live point to any part of the blonde’s soft body that took his fancy. He moved behind her to stare with appreciation at her amazing butt then with a triumphal cry he drove the electric prod into her tight ass-hole painfully stretching her sphincter muscle wide open. Jenny stiffened and ground her teeth together as Strang worked the steel rod deeper into her butt then with malicious venom pressed the activation button.

To the hanging blonde agent it felt like the electric current detonated deep inside her body forcing her into a muscle locking rictus of torment. Strang's laughter echoed round the dungeon as he pressed the button again and again watching the captive blondes body jerk and shudder.

'Dance bitch' he chanted with each new surge of electricity.

Every shock forced Jenny's limbs to tug frantically at the leather cuffs while her giant breasts bounced like mounds of Jello. The leaches were driven mad until Jenny felt as if her nipples were being eaten alive. Burning saliva dripped down over her tits slowly turning the skin a sickly pink. Between her thighs her clit was throbbing because the leach was sucking and biting on her erect peanut sized ultra sensitive nubbin. This should have been a painful torment so perhaps it was just as well Strang wasn't aware that the feeling for now was almost driving her to orgasm.

The Colonel felt huge floods of adrenaline and sexual excitement as he tortured the captive agent forcing her body to convulse and spasm with pain but patience was not his strong point. Jenny sobbed as the electric shocks stopped and she hung from her leather tethered wrists fighting for breath. She felt Strang approach her and through heavy lidded eyes looked up. She gasped and her stomach knotted with fear. He held in his hand a fearsome Sjambok and he was smiling like a shark with Nemo at its mercy. The Rhino hide whip, usually used to urge greater effort from oxen, swished menacingly through the air. Jenny felt her loins turning to hot lead with utter dread. She'd seen the effect of the whip on the human body. It usually resulted in flesh being cleaved from the bone. Victims would eventually die from loss of blood but only if the shock didn't take them first. It was an appalling weapon only used by the most despicable of torturers. She knew it was useless but she tried anyway tugging frantically at the bonds holding her as he advanced smirking triumphantly.

Strang selected his target shouting 'Scream for me bitch' then drew back his hand ready to slash the whip across her trembling body.

The large black head of the Colonel blossomed outwards from the impact of a rifle bullet. Jenny who fully expected an explosion of agony from the first whip stroke slowly opened her eyes which had been tightly clenched shut. Her ears rang from the booming report of the weapon in such close quarters. In the doorway of the dungeon stood probably the last person she'd ever expected to see. Cradled in his large hands the British Ambassador, Sir Ambrose Stevens held an AK47 Kalashnikov semi-automatic rifle. 'His 'Prison Suitcase' must be the biggest in the world if he smuggled that in' she thought. Strang lay dead. The rifles 7.62 shell fired at close range had as good as decapitated him. For some reason Jenny couldn't find it in herself to sympathise with him. At least he'd died quickly unlike many of his victims.

Stevens advanced to look into Jenny's face. 'Hello agent Richards. Well isn't this an unexpected turn up for the books.' He looked sadly at the body of Mordant. 'You were supposed to rescue poor Godfrey not get him killed.'

Jenny stared back at him trying to work out what he was telling her.

'Yes, that's right. I knew Godfrey was in here but until you turned up I couldn't figure out a way to free him. You see he was my partner in crime and I needed his contacts to obtain the Oil contracts for our real paymasters. Then you go and get him killed. Well at least it gives me an excuse to do the same to you and blame Strang’s death on a rogue British agent queering the pitch for them. It's such a shame to have to destroy such beauty not to mention such phenomenal tits but needs must so say 'Good bye' my dear.'

The bullet thudded home and the report once more echoed round the dungeon. Ambrose Stevens, a look of pure shock on his face, slowly sank to the floor blood oozing from the terrible wound in his chest. It only took a few seconds for his heart to stop.

'Oh for fucks sake' thought Jenny 'this is getting ridiculous.' Once more she looked for the source of the shot. Standing in the doorway with yet another AK47 this time in her small hands was Bubbles.

The blonde dancer sauntered happily across the dungeon, checked everyone who should be was properly dead then faced Jenny. She stared fascinated at the three leaches still firmly attached to her tits and pussy. The electric shocks had excited them and they wriggled as they sucked and bit the British agents flesh. The brazier in the corner held a nasty looking glowing red hot branding iron so Bubbles used it to burn the creatures until they released their grip then grimacing stamped them into the ground. She used a water soaked rag to gently clean off the leaches caustic saliva from Jenny's breasts and pussy then stood back. 'Got yourself into quite a pickle this time ain't ya girl?'

Jenny could only nod sheepishly.

'And I suppose you want me to release you ... hmmm.'

The British agent’s brow furrowed. 'Look stop fucking about Bubbles' she exclaimed 'they'll be here any minute. Those shots are bound to attract attention.'

'O.K. I'll let you go but only if you meet my price.'

'What? What price?' Jenny practically shouted exasperated. Bubbles whispered in her ear.

Jenny looked shocked then shyly bowed her head and nodded. 'Who the hell are you' she asked suspiciously as the blonde began freeing her.

'CIA Agent Carol Denby' replied Bubbles. 'I've been investigating the awarding of the Oil contracts for the U.S. government and I'd come to suspect Stevens was up to no good when he began receiving payments from a foreign shell company. Look do you want the full story or would you rather we try to get your tits outa here.'

'Tits and everything else please' replied Jenny who quickly led the way out of the blood stained dungeon. Back at the reception the Oil executives were still out cold so the girls and Candice gathered up their gear and headed out to the mini-van. One guard blocked their way but he never expected the big-titted brunettes flailing right foot driven by a raging fury that almost drove his testicles into his throat. They all piled into the van and Bubbles floored it out over the draw-bridge and away. Instinctively they all ducked as a couple of shots rang out one shattering a wing mirror but in seconds they were out of effective range.

'What's the plan' shouted Jenny to Bubbles.

'Don't worry, we've devised an intricate and subtle plan that will satisfy all diplomatic protocols. We just need to get to the airport as fast as we can.'

The approach road was long and straight so they could easily see the stripped pole blocking their way and also the four bored guards manning the post. The van slowed as they grew nearer then with ten yards to go Bubbles floored the loud pedal hard enough to stamp through the vehicles floor. The van leapt forward scattering the shocked guards and splintering the pole then headed for the main runway as fast as it would go. They screeched to a halt beside the tarmac and killed the engine. In the silence the engine ticked as it cooled while everyone looked round hardly daring to breathe not knowing what to expect. Behind them a dozen heavily armed soldiers were running across the grass towards them. Worried now they scanned the edges of the field looking for an escape route. Everyone that is except Bubbles who was looking upward to the heavens.

A high-pitched thrumming came to their ears as from the sky descended two Boeing AH64 Apache helicopter gunships one of the most deadly flying weapons ever invented. The chatter of a forward Gatling gun sent bullets stitching across the field in front of the soldiers who in the face of such fire-power turned and fled. Then while the choppers hovered on guard there came the 'whomp', 'whomp' of a larger Boeing CH-47 Chinook. The giant double-propped heavy transport landed as light as a feather and all the girls Candice included ran towards it. The Chinook was more than big enough for this mission but in some cases size does matter. A military truck suddenly raced out towards the copter a large machine gun mounted behind its cab. The second Apache opened up on it and practically cut it in half with a single burst of fire. Hell it could have cut a skyscraper in half if required.

As the Chinook lifted off Jenny looked at Bubbles and shouted 'Intricate and subtle? Diplomatic?'

Bubbles shrugged. It's all these people understand. We call it a thousand rounds a minute of diplomacy you Brits used to call it Gunboat diplomacy but it amounts to the same thing.' Each girl sighed with relief being out of danger while the crew of the Chinook stole sideways glances back at their cargo. It was the first time they'd been ordered to transport six dancers dressed in latex all with their tits exposed and one British agent dressed in stockings, suspender belt, trainers and nothing else.

Epilogue - Part One.

The small hospital used by the Agency was white, pristine and didn't smell of boiled cabbage. Jenny was just finishing her laser treatment to remove the tattoo from her breasts and stomach. The handsome young doctor attending to her was well used to seeing the unclothed female form but for some reason he'd found it really hard to concentrate the first time he'd seen the naked body of the English agent. It took the best part of four hours to remove the tattoo especially as he was taking extra special care. It would have been a crying shame had he slipped and lasered chunks off one of the most attractive females he'd ever seen.

The hum of the laser fell silent and Jenny expelled a deep sigh of relief. She'd felt the heat as the beam of excited light had burned away the pigment injected under her skin and she knew with the slightest mishap it could easily have been a case of 'Frying tonight'. She hopped off the table under the machine and carefully studied herself. Her torso looked fine so she placed a hand under each of her giant breasts and lifted them so she could see clearly if her best assets had been harmed in any way.

A quiet cough alerted her to the presence of the young doctor. He was staring entranced at the naked body of the, once more blonde, agent as she stood exposed with her hands cupping her magnificent bosoms. Although he'd been staring at her naked body for the last four hours Jenny felt embarrassed enough to release her tits then cover them with an arm while her other hand covered her pussy.

'Erm ... thank you Doctor. It seems the treatment has worked.'

Doing his best to recover his professional demeanour he replied tersely 'I'll be the judge of that Agent Richards. Now back on the table if you please.'

Chastened Jenny climbed back on the table absurdly still trying to awkwardly cover her erogenous zones while simultaneously flashing her plump ass at the medic.

'Arms' Agent Richards said the Doctor pointedly.

Hesitating she looked meekly up at him then cheeks blushing slowly lowered her arms to her sides. The handsome young Doctor leant over and started to study her body closely. Jenny fidgeted as his gaze moved over every inch of her body that had been previously covered by the tattoo. She stiffened as his hand cupped her left breast and moved the soft mound so he could see all the skin that was out of sight. Completing his examination he released her tit so it flopped back to the side. The blonde agent held her breath knowing what was coming next then let out a soft sigh when he cupped her other breast. She waited while he examined that one wriggling slightly because she was sure she could feel he was rhythmically squeezing her boob.

Finishing with her breasts he moved his examination down over her stomach then lower then lower still. Jenny's blush deepened because she could feel his gaze like the laser burning into her hairless pussy. He hummed as if troubled.

'Problem Doctor?' Jenny asked concerned.

'Yes Agent Richards. It appears the laser had to burn quite deeply to eradicate all the ink under your epidermis.'

'Oh. Erm ... but you can fix it, yes?'

'Yes. There is a treatment. If you just lie still I'll get the medicine.'

He rummaged in a draw then triumphantly held up a white toothpaste like tube. Removing the cap he squeezed out a long line of cream on to Jenny's upper chest and the top of both of her breasts. Slowly he spread the cream evenly over her skin massaging it in until it was absorbed. Jenny jerked when he gathered up both of her breasts and began smoothing the cream all over them.

'Err ... is this ... err ... really necessary Doctor' the blonde agent stammered feeling waves of pleasure sweeping through her soft pliant mounds as he moulded them.

'Shut up Agent Richards. Of course this is necessary or do you think I'd be doing this if it weren't the right treatment or perhaps you'd prefer your skin should be allowed to become desiccated, shrivel and drop off.'

'N ... no ... Doctor of course not. I'm so sorry. Please continue.'

With a secret smile he gripped the blonde’s tits harder and began vigorously massaging them. Her slick cream covered bosom slipped through his fingers again and again. He could hear her teeth grinding together and quiet groans coming from her throat as he filled her chest with sensual pleasure. Her chocolate brown areolas looked impossibly puffy almost blossoming from her beach ball sized mounds. He pinched each between his thumb and finger making her jerk. Again he pinched twisting and twirling her nipples almost seeming to control her body’s reactions with his cruel manipulations. He stared down at the blondes grimacing face. Her eyes were tight shut as her body shuddered under his knowledgeable hands. Then her mouth opened and her pink tongue emerged to sensually wet her lips.

One oily hand detached itself from the blonde’s breasts and smoothed sinuously down over her muscular stomach. Jenny held her breath feeling the massaging fingers heading for her womanhood. Nearer and nearer the hand grew than maddeningly stopped just short the very tips of the fingers scant millimetres from her throbbing clit. Still he waited teasing her gently rubbing her lower belly. Jenny squirmed hoping, wishing he'd go that last inch but he didn't. He simply stroked her breast with one hand and massaged her abdomen with the other driving her to distraction until with a cry of frustration the desperate blonde agent grabbed his wrist and forced his hand between her hot thighs. She jerked and moaned when two of his fingers slipped inside her pussy. He dipped his head and kissed her. Jenny responded moaning into his mouth as he slid his fingers back and forth in her slick womanhood. Faster and faster he masturbated her. The growing moisture made it easier for his fingers to penetrate deeper inside her moist tunnel. A sloppy slurping noise filled the room until suddenly her arms gripped tightly around his neck, her hips rose and she climaxed a cascade of spurting pussy juice staining the table top.

The Doctor pried Jenny's arms loose then stood beside the table looking down at the smiling face of this amazing naked woman as she recovered from a mind blowing orgasm. He made to move away when suddenly he felt her reach out for him. She slid his trouser zip down and extracted his hard cock. His fingers closed around the shaft forcing a groan from him then she engulfed the large purple head in her mouth and sucked him hard savoured the velvet texture of his manhood. He was already near to climax so her extensive cock sucking skill brought him to a groaning spurting orgasm in a very short time. Rope after rope of semen gushed forth into the blonde’s hot mouth. Her throat convulsed gratefully swallowing his milky cum. Greedily she sucked out every last drop of the essence from his iron hard shaft.

His cock popped out of Jenny's mouth and the Doctor slightly shame-faced tucked it away. He knew what he'd done could get him fired from his job but Good Lord she would have been worth it. He'd felt an almost irresistible attraction to her the second she'd stripped naked and lay on the table for the laser treatment. The cream massage was entirely unnecessary but he'd not been able to resist the urge to get his hands on her magnificent body.

Jenny hopped down from the table a smile beaming on her face. 'Thanks Doc' she said happily. She'd read up on the tattoo removal procedure so she was well aware that the massage was not part of the treatment but she'd not had sex for the three weeks since her return from Africa and he was a very handsome young Doctor.

'Will I have to see you again Doctor?' the blonde agent asked for eyes shining 'you know, for a second treatment. We wouldn't want any bits dropping off for want of a little cream would we?'

'A s ... s ... second treatment' stammered the medic. 'Well I think it would be efficacious (for both of us, he thought) if I administered another restorative treatment.'

'Tell me Doc' she said shyly 'do you do house calls?'

Epilogue - Part Two.

Jenny paid the cab driver and stood nervously outside the front door of the South London town house. Strangely she looked like a spy, well one from a spy novel maybe. She wore a brown Fedora on her head accompanying a brown trench coat with the collar pulled up. The only parts of her visible were her dark nylon covered lower legs and black medium heeled shoes.

She knocked on the door butterflies filling her belly.

After a few seconds the door opened. The homes occupier studied her then silently stood back allowing her to enter. Together they walked into the homes main living room. It was large with a high ceiling richly furnished and smelled of fresh flowers. Jenny stood waiting on tender hooks. The phone call she'd been expecting came four weeks after her return from Naboombu. Her hair was once again blonde if a lot shorter and the tattoo that once covering her bosom and torso had been removed.

Bubbles or more accurately Carol Denby of the CIA perused the British agent bringing to mind her spectacular body that was now covered by the trench coat. The last time she’d seen it Jenny had been hanging in Strang's dungeon. Without saying a word she indicated Jenny should remove her hat and coat. The American stared stunned at the sight revealed.

Bubbles phone call had contained very specific instructions. Jenny had tried to object but the American pointed out the debt that was owed and made it clear she would accept nothing less than complete obedience. Jenny felt a frisson of excitement in her belly as she timidly accepted her fate. She dropped her hat onto a chair shaking her hair free then unbuttoned her coat. The American agent smiled lasciviously as Jenny shrugged the coat from her shoulders and placed it with her hat then she turned back to face her.

The British agent was dressed in a classic frilly black and white French Maid outfit.

Well classic if she was starring in a porn film. On her head she had a white lace headband, the main part of the outfit was a black dress that left her arms bare and was so low cut that an acre of soft rippling tit flesh was exposed including a hint of chocolate areolas. A good jerk and both tits would be free of their minimal confinement. The dress ended a millimetre below the bottom of her bottom. Underneath a couple of layers of frilly lace pushed the dress out wide, over a suspender belt that clipped on to shear black nylon stockings and finally a pair of completely see-through thong panties. The outfit was completed by a tiny white apron.

Still Bubbles remained silent. Instead she studied the British agents costume while Jenny fidgeted under her penetrating gaze. She had thought her memory must have been faulty or she was suffering from wishful thinking remembering the British agent’s body but seeing her now she realised how right she'd been. The face was just as beautiful especially now being framed by blonde hair instead of brunette. The legs were just as long and athletic enhanced by the shear stockings. The butt appeared just as plump and inviting as well but it was the tits that took her breath away. She had convinced herself that no one could possibly possess breasts that were that big, that perky and still be natural but there they were even bigger and more inviting than she remembered.

She moved forward until she they stood tit to tit then pointed to the buttons that ran from top to bottom down the centre of her gown. Slowly Jenny undid each button then stood back feeling the excitement growing in her gut. Bubbles drew the gown open letting it drop to the floor. Underneath she was naked. Jenny in turn saw the splendid dancer’s body she remembered from the Pink Palace reception. The slender figure, muscular legs, small pink tipped perfectly formed breasts and lightly furred pussy.

Bubbles kissed her. The women’s soft lips melted together sucking gently before their tongues tentatively met. The kiss grew more ardent. Tongues duelled and entwined. Mouths gaped open as they sucked vigorously, fervently their saliva mixing. Suddenly Bubbles seized a fistful of Jenny's blonde hair and braking the kiss forced the British agents head down jamming her mouth against her small breast. She gasped as Jenny sucked in the peak of her tit and vigorously licked it drawing her sandpaper tongue across the sensitive pink areolas and erect nipple. Bubbles closed her eyes as the buxom British agent sucked enthusiastically on both of her breasts swapping sides and moulding them in her hands. Reluctantly Bubbles pushed Jenny away. If it wasn't for the pleasure to come she'd have let her keep on going forever.

Finally she spoke 'On your knees slave.' Jenny blushed then submissively sank down to her knees until Bubbles groin was level with her face. Slowly the woman spread her thighs apart exposing her blonde furred pussy slit. It was obvious what she required.

'This is going to be a long twenty-four hours' thought the British agent as she extended her tongue.

The End

June 2019

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