(I’d like to acknowledge
the great work by Trent Wolf in his “Domino”
stories for the inspiration to pen this style of story and a great fan
Rollo T for his ideas and inspiration)
The Continuing adventures of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer 5
“DOWN AFRICA WAY”
CHAPTER 1
The
black cab pulled to the kerb and the door swung open and an elegant leg
followed by another stepped out onto the wet pavement.
“Thanks
and keep the change” smiled Suzzanne as she paid the driver.
“Much
obliged Miss” nodded the cabby sorry such a gorgeous fare was leaving his cab
so soon, he watched for a moment as she tripped up the steps in the building
her bottom wiggling enticingly under her pencil skirt. Inside the foyer
Suzzanne approached the Security desk.
“Good
Morning Miss Midsummer” beamed the elderly security man.
“Good
Morning Mr Ford” she replied, Ford she knew was an ex royal marine and his grey
hair and chins belied a man who could still handle himself in a fight.
“I’ve
got an appointment in R&D this morning, can you sign me in?”
“Yes
Miss” and he produced a numbered security badge from behind the counter and
swiped it through a machine before handing it to her.
“Thanks
have a good day” and she turned to head for the lifts, “Oh Mr Ford is Control
in yet?”
“Yes
Miss, but I have to say he didn’t look himself, right peaky he looked”
“Oh
dear, perhaps I call on him when R&D have finished with me” and she tapped
the lift call button.
A
week before she had spent a day in the R&D dept. as they examined the
nanotechnology she now carried. Using
the files she had recovered and information from Dr Baxter the inventor they
had been able to “communicate” with
her nanobots and had downloaded some instructions to them. The Scientists were
unsure if it would have any effect but she was now back for further examination
to see if they had been successful.
As
the lift doors slid open she saw Dr Palmer the Department Head peering into a
microscope and she headed for him.
Good
Morning Dr Palmer, anything interesting down there?”
He
looked up and smiled, “Hello again Agent Midsummer, how are you feeling,
anything to report?”
She
frowned, “Well I don’t feel any different but some of my clothes don’t fit
anymore but my weight hasn’t changed, so I’m blaming you” and then her smile
returned.
“Hmmmmm,
Ok, well I’ll tell you what I’ll get Dr Dibb to give you a quick examination
and then we’ll continue with the physical test”
“Oh”
she replied her smile disappearing.
“What’s
the matter Agent Midsummer?” queried Palmer.
Dr
Dibb was well known amongst the female staff at M.I.7 to the point he was known
as “Dribbly Dibbly. A small tubby
middle aged man he wore his lank hair in a greasy comb over. His glasses were
like bottle bottoms and his touch like a handful of uncooked sausages, and that
was the problem, he had an inclination to touch! Add that to the ever present food stains on
his tie, his halitosis and the fact he salivated when he talked you had some
idea of how he got his nick name! However he was a brilliant scientist which is
why he had survived in government service for so long.
“Oh
nothing Dr Palmer, nothing”.
“Good,
he is in Lab 2, off you go and I’ll see you later”
She
spotted Dribble’s squat hunched form
and he turned as she entered.
Oh,
Hmm, yes, Ah Agent Midsummer” he grinned showing his crooked teeth, “Dr Palmer
has just rung me, he says you have experienced some changes after we stimulated
the err, nanobots”.
She
cringed inside as he wiped a line of drool from his chin. “Yes Dr Dibb, some of
my clothes don’t fit anymore but my weight hasn’t changed”
“Really,
really, interesting, he snuffled like a greasy mole, “well step behind the err
screen and take your, err top clothes off”.
Suzzanne
stepped behind the screens and began to undress, slipping off her suit jacket
and her blouse before reluctantly letting her skirt slip to the floor.
She
stepped out and stood before him in her heels, tan seamed stockings and
matching purple lingerie and thought she could see his tiny eyes widen behind
the heavy lenses.
Oh,
err goodness, err , well she spluttered, raising his hands as if to touch her
then stuffing them back into his pockets.
Even
though Suzzanne never considered herself a tall woman, in her heels she stood a
full ten inches taller than the Doctor.
“So,
err Agent Midsummer, everything looks like it err fits” and he his lips split
again showing his teeth and he laugh sounded like a puffing wheeze.
“This
is all new Doctor; I’ve had to buy some new clothes, bras mainly”
Oh,
Oh good, I mean err really, well I’d better take a look will you err remove
your bra please?”
Grudgingly she reached behind her before
allowing the fancy item to slip from her breasts
“Err,
umm; yes” slavered Dr Dibb, “indeed so what is the exact problem?”
“I’ve
gone from a 36D to a 34 F Doctor and my waist is now 26 inches and my hips 36”.
“Right
err, Ok, let me see” and she squirmed inside as his cold fingers cupped her boobs
and gently squeezed.
“Hmmmm,
err nic… err good” he hefted each one a couple of times, squeezing as if
testing ripe fruit.
“I
err think I need to make some measurements” and he rifled through a drawer
pulling out a large pair of callipers. He opened them sliding them around each
tit in turn, snuffling to himself as he recorded each measurement. Then the
repeated each set of measurements on each nipple.
He
mulled over his figures then turned back to her.
“Yes
indeed Agent Midsummer your err breasts have err increased in size, I’d err
better check you’re her hips and waist too then, please err slide your panties
err down and err place your hands behind your head”
She
hesitantly slid her panties over her hips and let them pool around her ankles
and for the next 10 minute she endured in silence as his chilled slightly damp
hands roamed around her waist, hips,
buttocks and mons.
Finally
he stopped and stepped back peering thoughtfully through his glasses at her
near perfect form before declaring
“Err
yes Agent Midsummer, you err appear to have had a redistribution of err body
fat, it err looks too like there has been some err boosting of your err sexual
characteristics but I need to check that”
“Check
it, what do you mean, you’ve just examined me, thoroughly may I say!”
“Well
err yes but your nipple and areola size and pigmentation have altered and I
need to see if the same thing has happened to you clitoris and labia, so just
hop up on the couch and I’ll her have a peek”
Err
Sorry Doctor I don’t think so” hurriedly pulling up her panties
“But
Agent Midsummer, I err we need to see what changes the nanobots have made, this
is most interesting”
“No
Doctor, I’m going to find Dr Palmer now, now thank you and excuse me” and she
gathered up her clothes and almost ran out of the lab.
The
remainder of her day was spent with Dr Palmer as he carried out physiological,
cardiovascular and blood tests. He had had her cycling, running, breath
holding, weight lifting and now clean and showered she sat in his office.
“Well
Agent Midsummer you may be interested to know what we have found.”
“What”
she laughed “other than my nipples are now like rivets on a battleship”
“Quite,
quite” he replied “but it’s more profound than that, changes that Dr Dibb,
reported are just superficial, we instructed the nanobots to try and improve
your performance and it appears they did that by affecting you hormones. From my results today you will find your
stamina has improved along with a moderate increase in physical strength, be
sure you are not superhuman but activities like climbing, punching, kicking etcetera
will all be more robust. You will be
able to hold your breath longer and superficial injuries will heal quicker, we
estimate wounds will be totally gone in 12-24 hours depending on size, depth
and so on, bruising sooner. Your pain threshold will also be higher, however
altering your hormones also affected your secondary sexual characteristics and
this is what you have noticed. There has
been a redistribution of some of your body fat to your breast and hips, the
pigmentation of your nipples and genitalia has darkened slightly, you also may
notice your hair is thicker”.
Suzzanne
pondered for a moment then smiling said
“So
I’m a kick ass babe with a smokin’ rack and a red hot bod!” And she laughed.
A
short time later Suzzanne knocked on Control’s office door.
“Come
in” said a familiar voice and she entered, she saw that Control was talking to
a younger man in an expensive suit.
“Ah
Suzzanne, how did it go with R&D?
Very
well Control, seems they have been able to “talk” to my Bots and make me even better” and then thinking for a
moment she finished with, “but you can read all the details in their report”
and she felt herself blush slightly.
“Indeed”
he replied, “Oh excuse me, this is Godfrey Reynolds, Undersecretary for the
Foreign Office, Geoffrey this is Agent Suzzanne Midsummer”
The
man smiled without showing his teeth, “Yes Agent Midsummer, I heard of you,
seems you get into all sorts of scrapes” he drawled as he looked her up and
down, “took us a hell of time to sort out the trail of destruction you left
across Europe following that Weitzman affair”
She
smiled uncomfortably, “Hmmm, yes these things sometimes happen in the field
Sir” she countered.
“Yes
yes” he continued “but it seems trouble follows you around eh what? I’ve never been comfortable with female field
agents myself Midsummer, like politics its one area gels should keep out of!”
She
felt herself bristle, chauvinist twat I’d
knock that silly grin off your face for a penny she thought but said
nothing, her lips tight and thin.
“Still
Control speaks well of you and he’s the boss here right” and he slapped
Control’s shoulder, “anyway must be going now, see you at my club later and you
Midsummer try not to blow anything up what” and he left still laughing at his
own humour.
After
a moment Control spoke, “I’m must apologise for Godfrey, he is old school and
his values are not always in line with current thinking but he is good at what
he does”
“Quite,
it’s good to know the Government is run by forward thinkers” she replied
sarcastically.
“Well
anyway” said Control clearly embarrassed and changing the subject, “I’ve got a
new job for you” and he pushed a pink folder across the table towards her.
Reaching forward she picked it up and opened it leafing through, photos, maps
and reports.
“I
was hoping you had something new on The General Sir?” she probed
“No
I’m afraid not, we’ve heard nothing nor have our friends but in the meantime
this is top priority. Gorana is a small breakaway African state; their
President Samuel Mbowe is looking to get some credibility amongst his
neighbours and has started with the anti-western rhetoric. We know he is looking for a wealthy backer and
has made overtures to China and some Eastern European countries and of course
he has diamonds!”
“So”
enquired Suzzanne “why is he such concern to us, this is not a new scenario?”
Control
looked up “he is looking to buy technology, nuclear technology and we need to
stop him”
“Go
on Sir”
“We
need you to infiltrate his inner circle and find out how far he has got and
where his weapons program is based and if necessary destroy it, read the
dossier and you can collect your equipment and be ready for insertion in 5
days”
“OK
Sir, I’m on it” she looked at Control, his complexion was pale and his eyes
pink and tired, “Are you alright Sir, you don’t look great?”
“No
it’s nothing, I’ve just been having some headaches, the Doctor thinks it’s over
work, but thank you for asking”.
Gathering
up the dossier she left to go “OK Sir I’ll get on with this right away”
His
head was already down in his work
“Yes
thank you Midsummer”
CHAPTER 2
A
week later Suzzanne looked out of her hotel window into a busy brightly sunlit
street. She had flown into Gorana’s main airport and booked into a hotel in the
capital Matobo. She had travelled under the name Portia Nixon, a representative
from a European diamond merchant and today she was about to attend a trade
function where President Mbowe was due to be speaking. She checked herself in the mirror, the dress
she had chosen was sufficiently stylish but at the same time the light fabric
accentuated her curves and a large cut out at the front showed ample cleavage.
It was hot outside so she was bare legged and she slipped on a pair of strappy
high heeled sandals, Hmmm she though nowhere to hide a weapon today, hope I
don’t need one and gathering up her small bag she left locking her room door behind
her. Thirty minutes later she was in the
conference room milling round with all the other attendees, she scanned the
faces, nobody she recognised and she easily picked out the President’s security
detail, big men in dark suits, buttoned up who scrutinised the crowd distrustfully.
Seeing the President, Suzzanne began to work her way gradually towards him. For
once she thought someone who looked like the photos in their dossier. He was a
tall slim man, around 40 – 45 years old, his tight curled hair showing flecks
of grey at the temples, his skin was dark but not black and his features hinted
at some Caucasian influence in the past.
She
gathered a drink from one of the passing waiters as she moved closer to her
target, she was only a few feet away when a huge dark suited wall materialised
in front of her. As the body guard moved to block her approach she skilfully
appeared to collide with him and as she did so she emptied the contents of her
glass down his front.
“What
the fuck!” started the man jumping back the dark stain spreading down his
trousers.
“Oh
really, I’m most terribly sorry” affected Suzzanne, I didn’t see you there,
please let me get that” and grabbing a napkin she began dabbing at his groin.
“Hey
,hey stop that lady” he growled trying
to fend her off
“Please
let me help you, I’m most frightfully sorry”
A
velvety voice intervened, “He’ll be fine Miss don’t worry. Baako go and get yourself cleaned up now”
“Yes
Sir replied the bodyguard, moving off quickly at the word of his boss and a
moment later Suzzanne stood before President Mbowe, she smiled then thrust out
her hand.
“Portia
Nixon ,you must let me pay to get his suit cleaned , really”.
The
President smiled, taking her manicured hand, “Samuel Mbowe”
“Oh
my goodness” she feigned surprise, “you’re the President!”
“Yes
I am Miss Nixon, or may I call you …Portia? We need to get you another drink,
you appear to have spilt yours” and he led her toward to the drinks table.
“So
what brings you to my country Portia” he asked handing her another drink.
“Business
Mr President” she beamed her eyes fixed on his
“And
what business are you in?”
“Diamonds,
a girl’s best friend” she flirted, flicking her hair lazily as she spoke.
He
laughed a deep laugh, “and I suppose this, our meeting was all just a
coincidence” his eyes twinkling.
“Oh
Mr President, what kind of a girl do you think I am?” she gushed, he lips
slightly parted, her eyes still no his and she squeezed his arm.
“I
don’t know Portia but I hope I get to find out”.
She
squeezed his arm again, “Mr President!” And she leaned in towards him, and he
caught her perfume in his nostrils and he felt himself stiffening.
He
laughed again, “Well Miss Nixon, I have to leave shortly but would you do me
the honour of having dinner this evening at the presidential palace and maybe I
will get to find out, say eight”.
Back
at her hotel Suzzanne showered then began to prepare, this would be her one
opportunity to get the information she required. At eight sharp her room phone
warbled, it was the reception her car was waiting and for the second time that
day she was off to meet the President.
Arriving at the palace she was escorted to the
Presidential private suite by another bodyguard, who knocked on the ornate
carved doors before letting her in.
“Good
evening Portia, I’m so glad you could come” his voice once again like velvet,
he was dressed more casually this time in a colourful dashiki shirt and
sandals.
“Come
sit down” and he guided her to an opulent sofa, “what can I get you to drink”
“Gin
and Tonic please” she answered
He
dress this evening with again fitted in the bodycon style clinging to her
curves and he watched her buttocks wiggle beneath the tight fabric as she
explored the room. He handed her the drink.
“So
Portia you are in diamonds” he asked breaking the silence
“Yes
Mr President”
“Samuel,
my name is Samuel”
Yes…
Samuel, your country is an up and coming producer and my company is keen to be
part of that”
“Really”
he replied “and you think I can help you”
“I
hope so Samuel” and she moved nearer to him and he hand brushed against his
chest. “The question is what you want
from me?” she purred as she felt his hand on her hip.
“Father”
a voice rang out and heels clicked across the marble floor, Suzzanne turned to
see an attractive African girl in her late twenties heading towards them.
“Father,
I want to go hunting this weekend can I take some of the guard with me?”, she
stopped “Who is this?” she questioned
This
is Miss Nixon, Portia this is my daughter Monifa”
“Please
to meet you” offered Suzzanne
“What
is she doing here?” looking Suzzanne up and down contemptuously
“Monifa,
she is my guest we are discussing business, now mind your tongue”
“Why
is it that Western Companies always send women to do business?” she countered
“Monifa that’s enough”
his voice rising
“So
may I take some guards this weekend” ignoring her Father and Suzzanne
“Yes,
yes you may” he sighed and she turned
and left without a word closing the door with a bang.
“I’m
sorry, she is spoilt, impulsive it’s my fault I have indulged her too much”
“Don’t
worry, she is obviously protective of her Father” she said reassuringly “ but
how many other woman have you entertained on business Mr President?” she said
before cracking a smile.
He
looked down at her, flustered until he saw her smile and he smiled too
“None
as gorgeous as you Miss Nixon, now where were we?”
“You
asked what I wanted from you” and she leaned in to kiss him her hand feeling
through the loose fabric of his long shirt to find his hardness.
She
pulled away for a moment, “I think you have answered my question” and he pulled
her close feeling her big breasts yield against his chest as his hands kneaded
her buttocks.
“Shall
we skip dinner and go straight to dessert?” He whispered
Two
hours later Suzzanne lay silently on her side listening to the Presidents
gentle snores. He had proven to be a
considerate but physical lover reminded as she was by the slight tenderness in
her breasts and the puffy warmth between her thighs.
Within
moments of her affirmation he had slid his hands down her thighs and back up
under her dress lifting it over her head in one movement, his hands had roamed
her body, squeezing her tits and rolling her nipples, they had slid down the
back of her tiny briefs , parting her buttocks and teasing her pussy.
Then
he had lifted her in his arms and carried her to the massive bed, as he put her down she and rolled over and attempted to
crawl into the middle, but he had grabbed her ankles and playfully pulled her
back , rolling her over and stepping between her spread legs. His thick dark fingers had stretched the
front over her panties across her mound showing everything in relief before
pulling them to one side and pushing inside her. She had gasped and arched her
back as his fingers pistoned in and out of her wet sex.
Pulling
his shirt over his head she saw his thick black cock, almost purple, nodding
before he guided it into her, she thought it was never going to stop filling
her.
Gently
he slid his member in an out making her squeal and pant, all the while the
fingers of one hand strummed her clitoris until he felt her stiffen and give a
series of noisy cries, her head thrown back.
Easy her gently into the centre of the bed he moved between her spread
legs and with one hand shredded her tiny soaked panties, he noted how pink and
swollen her sex was topped with just a small growth of trimmed fur. Lifting her
legs up to his shoulders her folded her over and guided his fat cock between
her s engorged lips, she cried out again as he pounded her to orgasm again.
Moving
up alongside her he had guided his throbbing head towards her smeared red lips
and he smiled as her small pink tongue darted out to greet it, next thing he
knew she was sucking hungrily one hand around the base the other massaging his
balls, he tried to hold back unsuccessfully and her eyes rolled up to need his
as she felt him pulse rhythmically in her mouth and she swallowed in time.
Resting
next to each other for a while he had rolled onto his back and lifted her
astride his hips, she felt his growing organ hardening beneath her and lifting
had rolled her hips forward then back until she felt it bump her sex, then she
had moved slowly back onto it savouring its length. Bouncing astride him her had mauled her
breasts, squashing and pulling her nipples, then pulling her down onto him he
had sucked and chewed on each in turn.
Rolling
her off, he manoeuvred her onto her side then lying behind her he had entered
her again, pumping against her buttocks as his hands roved up and down her
body, assailing her tits, pulling her hair, as he came again he had clamped on
of his big hands over her mouth muffling her cries, the other pulled her head
back by the hair, she gripped his wrist but was unable to break his hold, she
felt helpless and controlled and a familiar warmth spread thought her as she
came again.
She
now rolled noiselessly off the bed and padded into the lounge to retrieve her
handbag. Inside she sort out a small pink cylinder and she returned to the
bedroom. Gently she placed the device
under his nose and gave one end a squeeze, he snuffled as he inhaled the
vapour then settled. Placing the other end against a vein in his neck she
pressed the end and with a sharp click it injected it content cleanly and she
sat back to wait.
The
M.I.7 boffins had advised to wait at least 10 minutes after to injection but
once working it would last minutes and she now shook the President, he groaned
a little , “What is it?” he moaned
“Samuel,
I need to ask you some questions OK?”
“OK”
came the sleepy reply
“Where
is your weapons program based”
“Kinjuju”
“What
are you developing there”
“A
dirty bomb and biological weapons”
“Do
you have a nuclear capability?”
“No”
“How
far is the program along?”
“Eighteen
months, Portia darling is that you?” she knew the drug was wearing off.
“Go
back to sleep Samuel, you are just dreaming”
“Kiss
me” came the reply and she leant down and kisses his cheek and snuggled back
beside him to sleep. She would leave in the morning to slip away now would only
raise suspicion
They
made love twice more when they woke at his insistence, more gently this time
before Suzzanne insisted she had to go, she had meetings but her company would
be looking to do business with Gorana.
As she left he knew the score, she would not be back, she had done her
job but little did he know what her job had actually been.
CHAPTER 3
Suzzanne
sat on her bed and keyed in the code on the microwave satellite communicator
and waited for the green light to confirm the link. The light blinked a few
times then became solid and she began to type.
Contact
made and location of base
confirmed as Kinjuju.
Program
operative for 18 months for biological and radioactive weapons but no nuclear
capability”
She
waited as he message was converted to digital microwaves and send in a flash
burst to the satellite.
Continue
mission as planned destroy weapons facility. Agent to then go underground and
wait confirmation of extraction.
She
puzzled, await confirmation of extraction, that was an unusual request and she
typed.
Please
repeat last part of message.
The
screen flashed
Repeat
agent to remain undercover and await confirmation of extraction, message ends.
And
the watched the light blink as and turn red as contact ended. She pondered, what was necessitating a delay
in her extraction? She knew she could
hide up in the jungle but there was every chance the Goranians would search for
whoever attacked their weapons plant and that would make things much more
dangerous, still orders were orders.
Forty
eight hours later she lay in thick scrub overlooking a collection of low
building basting in the hot sun, they reminded her of the M.I.7. Research
facility in the Caribbean. She peered through her binoculars noting the guard
and movement of vehicles and was glad the bushes around her provided some
shade.
The
weapons facility lay 3 miles outside a ramshackle town, Kinjuju, which lay on
the coast and backed onto thick lush jungle.
She had bought cheap car for cash in the capital and used it to drive
out to the town. Hiding off a jungle road a few miles out of the town she had
hidden some of her equipment and hiked to her vantage point. The base was about
set back about a mile from the coast and appeared to have been carved out of
dense jungle. She and been there six hours now, arriving at sunrise and now had
a pretty good idea of the security arrangements, just few sentries but little
else, not even a wire fence, clearly they expected the remote location and
jungle to deter visitors. Shuffling backwards she slipped back into greenery to
change, check her equipment and get a few hours rest, she would make her attack
after dark.
Burying
her hiking clothes in the loamy soil at the base of a tree she checked around
the clearing she had used as camp. After
a short sleep and some high energy rations she had changed into her assault
gear. She was wearing the latest version of M.I.7’s “fighting suit”, a form
fitting one piece in jungle pattern camouflage. The original had been rip and
abrasion resistant, this one had plasti-steel armour built into key parts,
shoulders, elbows, hips, knees to protect limbs and flexible plates to protect
the wearers kidneys , chest and abdomen. The suit had an integral hood which
covered the head and face and to finish she wore gloves and lightweight jungle
boots. Around her hips was a broad belt which held her holstered automatic
pistol and a large knife both strapped to her thighs. She hefted her rucksack
onto her back; it contained the bombs she would use to destroy the base.
Everything else, rations, water, GPS and communicators, additional weapons she
had hidden and would return to collect it before she went deeper into the
jungle.
Returning
to her vantage point she waited for it to get dark, making a final mental note
of the guard’s movements. Then moving at a crouch she closed towards the base
perimeter using shrubs and rocks as cover. Two of the guard had met and were
smoking and she used their complacency to slip into the mass of building
unseen. Flattening herself against the building she stayed in the shadows as
she checked through the windows. Many of the buildings were in darkness; it
seems works stopped early here. After
thirty minutes searching she found a lab, every entrance festooned with radiation
warnings. Slipping inside she checked around for places to plant her explosives
or maximum damage. Setting the timer she
dropped one down the back of some heavy machinery and another behind a filing
cabinet close to the door, enough to more than wreck the building.
Back
outside she moved noiselessly towards what looked like offices and trying the
door found herself inside. She moved from office to office leaving a deadly
package when she found a suitable spot. Suddenly a light clicked on in the main
corridor, she crouched down in the darkened office, someone was coming down the
corridor. Her hand instinctively moved towards the grip of her knife. She saw a
heavy dark figure move past the door, then a door closed at it was quiet
again. Moving back into the corridor she
made plan to exit the block when without warning the corridor was filled with
light as a door open and a toilet flushed and the big man filled the space
ahead of her. The man was clearly surprised to see a small figure entirely clad
in green pattern camouflage and he took a moment to find himself. Suzzanne was
at him in a second, springing from the floor like a cat, her knife sweeping out
of its sheath. But the man was quick to react and as she flew through the air
towards him he twisted, his arms outstretched and caught her flipping her over
and she crashed down onto her back and slid along the floor. Then he was on the attack, huge hands grabbed
her shoulder and hauled her up before slamming her into a door frame. She
kicked back with a booted foot catching him in the knee and she heard him grunt
in pain, but he held his grip and spun her around flinging her down the length
of the corridor. Picking herself up she saw the huge man barrelling towards
her, she gathered herself holding the knife with the blade lying back along her
arm ready to sweep up and carve the attacker. She he closed her arm flashed,
but he parried taking the strike with his forearm before his not inconsiderable
bulk crashed into her slamming her backwards and pinning her to the walls. Trapped
in a corner, Suzzanne punched, slashed and kicked but the man deflected many
blows and simply absorbed others. His huge hand grabbed her knife wrist in its
crushing grip and began to slam her hand against the door frame, at the same
time he twisted pinning her with his hip and weight whilst his other hand drove
powerful punches into her belly and ribs.
With
a clatter her knife dropped to the floor, her arm numb from the blows and he
redoubled his devastating punches now using both hands. Unable to deflect the
sheer strength of his blows and realising she was fighting quickly a losing
battle, she stopped trying to protect herself and lashed out at his face trying
to find a vulnerable area. Her gloved
fingers felt for eyes, ears, anything, one thumb found his eye and hooked into
the corner of his mouth, quickly she pressed, pulled twisted and was rewarded
with a bellowed of pain as his punches ceased and his hands flew to protect his
face. Still tearing into his face she
brought a knee up into his groin, once, twice, three times. He groaned and staggered back a foot or so,
it was all she need, using the corner walls as leverage she lifted both feet
and drove her feet into his belly, he lurched backwards and tripped crashing to
the floor.
She
was on him in a second, she had to strike quickly as she had no hope of pinning
him down. Her hand drooped to her boot top and snatched out the razor sharp
Spyderco knife, slamming on hand under his chin she forced his head back, his
arms flailed reaching for her, with her other hand she drove the small bladed
knife into his windpipe and he began to make a wheezing gurgling sound. His
hand now fought to protect his throat, but she fended them away whilst driving
the knife deeper. Pink froth was now spraying from his mouth and nose with
every dying breath and his struggles
became weaker until his arms feel ,and the wheezing , spraying stopped. She
climbed off him panting, now aware of the pain in her ribs, he had probably broken
one or two. She had to get out , in case their struggle had been heard and
wincing she slipped back into the darkness. Crouching between some oil drums
she caught her breath and feeling in a belt pouch found a styrette of fast
acting, non-opiate pain analgesia. She ripped off the cap and jabbed the needle
into her thigh, squeezing in the contents.
She quickly distributed the last of her bombs amongst the drums before
slinking back into the jungle. She needed to rest a while, the pain killer jab
helped but she needed time to let the nanobots to start healing her ribs, but
it was time she didn’t have, the bombs would be going off very soon.
Reaching
her cache of equipment, she quickly prioritised what she would need to stay
alive in the jungle against what she could carry. She felt her thigh sheath, damn, it was empty
she had lost the knife in the fight and her Spyderco was still buried in the
man’s neck. She checked her MP5 machine pistol and squeezed the Sig P23 in her
thigh holster reassuringly; both used the same ammo and would cut down on what
she had to carry. She grimaced as she
shouldered her load, despite the injection her ribs ached, then making sure
there were no obvious tracks she set off into the dark undergrowth.
She
checked her GPS watch, she was heading away from the facility but parallel to
the coast, she felt sure any extraction when it came would be from the sea and
she didn’t want to put too much distance from it or allow herself to be cut off
if tracked. In the distance she heard a muffled boom, then another, and another
followed by a couple of louder secondary explosions and she knew one job was
done but another was just beginning; now she had to stay undiscovered and
alive.
A
phone rang in the Presidential Palace in Matobo, the Samuel Mbowe picked up the
phone
“Yes”
and he listened before speaking again his hand tightening on the receiver
“You’re
telling me the whole facility has been destroyed?” he waited chewing his bottom
lip.
“And
you have no idea who is responsible? No?
By god man you will find them, I want them, I want the area around the facility
searched thoroughly now get on with it , oh and keep me informed,
do you understand?” and he slammed down the handset.
He
pondered for a moment then rose and moved to his computer, tapping a few keys a
video started to run, it was a scene of him and Suzzanne making love, he had
been watching it earlier. He studied it for a moment, she was writhing beneath him
her legs wrapped around his waist, the muscles in his shoulders flexed as his
ebony buttocks pumped up and down, the sound of their passion clearly audible, pausing he ran the video on.
Their love making continued at double speed and then the picture darkened as
the lights were switched off, he watched the darkened scene until a figure rose
slowly from the bed and left the picture to return a few moments later. He
slowed the speed and watched as she leant over his sleeping form and he slowly
increased the volume.
“What is it?” he
heard himself say, his voice sleepy
“Samuel, I need to ask you
some questions OK?” her voice this time
“OK” his
voice still thick with sleep
“Where is your weapons
program based?”
“Kinjuju”
“What are you developing there?”
“A dirty bomb and biological
weapons”
“Do you have a nuclear
capability?”
“No”
“How far is the program
along?”
“Eighteen months, Portia
darling is that you?”
“Go back to sleep Samuel,
you are just dreaming”
“Kiss me” and
he watched her lean in before she slid back under the sheets and lay still.
He
slammed his fist on the desk “God Dammit, that fucking scheming whore!” Then regaining his composure he picked up the
phone
“Get
me the me the Foreign Minister, Oh and have my daughter sent to me”
The
lightweight buildings looked as if they had been shredded by the blasts and
fire had consumed what had survived, only the fuel and storage areas where
still burning fiercely. The Security
Detail Major swung down from the truck’s cab and surveyed the destruction.
“OK
men dismount and fall in” he barked and his men spilled from the trucks and
lined up in a rag tag fashion.
“Right,
listen up, we are going to undertake a jungle search, we don’t know who we are
looking for but given the covert nature of the attack it’s likely only to be a
small group possibly even one person, so
you will form up into your squads. We set off in an hours, squad leaders form on
me for briefing details, you men take five, check your provisions, ammo and get
what you need from the trucks.”
As
the Squad leaders gathered round the officer the soldiers began chatting,
lighting cigarettes and checking their kit.
After
the explosion Suzzanne had picked up her pace but progress was slow, still in
pain she had to stick to the jungle tracks and that meant she had to take care
for any ambushes or booby traps. Sweating and her breathing laboured she stopped,
pulling the suit hood off her face and head, wiping away the sweat with the
back of her glove. She would need to lay
up soon and eat something. Slipping off the path into the deeper vegetation she
found a spot under some twisted mangrove roots and crawled in.
Briefed
the troops had set on their mission. The
Major’s plan was to deploy his squads in a semi-circle to the coast sweeping
inland to the main road to Kinjuju with the base as it pivot point. He already
had road blocks on the main road and troops searching the town for any
strangers, patrol boats check the coastline north and south of the base. Each
squad had set off by truck or jeep to predetermined points about 10 kilometres
from the base; they would then track back towards the base searching the jungle
as they did so. At the same time several squads set out from the base to set
ambushes and man traps. The Major estimated that any raiding party would not
have got any further than a few kilometres and he would drive them back towards
the base and into the waiting traps.
Suzzanne
awoke with a start, she did not know how long she had slept but despite the
humidity her limbs felt stiff and cold. She sat up and listened, just the
jungle sounds. She took a drink from bladder build into her back pack and
searched her pack from some glucose and salt tablets which she washed down with
another drink. Gingerly she felt her ribs, they still felt tender but the sharp
stabbing pain she had felt on movement had gone and she smiled to herself. She from the light she guessed it was
afternoon and cautiously she set off down the track, checking her progress with
her GPS. Her plan was once she was about 10 plus kilometres from the base she
would cut back towards the coast and hole up just inside the tree line until
her rescue came. She had made good progress before her stop calculating she was
at least six clicks from the base. She considered using her satellite
communicator to contact base but decided against it as her pursuers could be
monitoring for any transmission even if they couldn’t decode them.
She
stopped, something had changed, no birds the jungle had gone silent then she
heard the distant throb of rotor blades in the hot air, she dived off the track
and hid under thick shrub praying it would hide her heat signature from any
thermal imaging. A few minutes later the chopper was overhead moving she
guessed in a wide circle a couple of times before moving off, then she knew
why, voices.
She
heard the men before she could see them; they seemed to have no regard for the
noise they made. Then she could see them ahead down the track spread out in a
skirmishing line, swinging machetes clearing their way forward. Quickly she
thought, there was no way she could get through them undetected, she would
retreat and try and outflank them and she slid back in to cover and away. She
moved away at right angles to her original track for half an hour before
resuming a southerly direction but no sooner had she changed direction than she
ran into a second party of searchers and she was forced to back track.
Realising her path ahead was blocked and her options limited she had no choice
but to head back the way she had come and she set off quickly trying to put
some distance between her and the soldiers. After an hour she stopped and
checked her position, she was about four clicks from the base. She approached a
fork in the track warily, the track ahead looked disturbed and she waited a while,
then began to move forward, as she drew near to the area of disturbance she
carefully put one foot in front of the other, feeling with her foot checking
for wires, at once she felt the ground in front of her foot give and she
stopped dropping into a crouch. Gingerly she explored with her fingers and felt
an edge which she gingerly lifted. It was a reed mat covered with leaves and
detritus and she cleared its edge for wires. Underneath it revealed a shallow
pit filled with sharp wooden stakes each capable of penetrating a boot or
leg. Replacing the mat she began to
circle it moving through the deeper side vegetation avoiding the centre of the
track. She felt a tug at her boot and realised too late as she tripped the
secondary hidden wire in the deeper grass, before she could react she was
caught between the detonation of two stun grenades and her world in a split
second dissolved into light, heat and sound.
CHAPTER 4
Despite
the ringing in her ears she could hear, deep voices, rumbling voices and
movement.
“She’s
awake” said a another voice and she was aware of something sharp pricking her buttock,
she tried to roll over and get up but found her ankles tied and wrists fastened
behind her back, a boot came down on the top of her chest.
“Not
so fast Missy” said the owner and she looked up at a big black soldier chewing
a cigar. She grunted in derision but said nothing
“Who are you” asked then man. She ignored him
trying to look around, two men were crouched searching the contents of her back
pack, they had her belt and weapons too. Two men stood over her, one still had
his boot pinning her down, a third squatted to the side smiling like a Buddha
as he prodded her shapely bottom with his bayonet. She tried to wriggle out of
his reach but still stayed silent, he continued to smile and just moved back in
range jabbing her buttock spitefully.
“Tell
Fuckwit to stop poking me or I’ll bust his face” she spat.
The
big man laughed “Really” he said I’m
not sure you are in a position to make threats” he said with the air of a man
confident numbers where on his side.
She
snorted, “Well don’t say I didn’t warn him”
With
a lightning fast twist of her body she slipped from under his boot and barged
her shoulder into his knee knocking him off balance and sprawling, then almost
in the same movement she drew back up her knees before kicking out both feet
hitting the crouching man full in the face, cannoning him onto his back, she
swung round on her bottom and tried to sweep the third man’s legs from under
him but by now surprise had gone and the other were on her and unceremoniously
she was grabbed and slammed face down
several knees pinning her back and legs. The first man was up now still
laughing dusting himself off, the other man was rolling on the ground moaning
blood streaming from his spit lip and smashed nose.
“Very
good” said their leader “Now what else have you got?”
“Fuck
off!” she hissed her face pressed into the ground.
“Hmmmm”
he pondered “OK you can stay quiet for the time being if you like, we’re in no
hurry” then addressing the men.
“It
will be dark soon, no point in trying to get back to base tonight, we’ll camp
here, tell base we have caught one and we will bring her in tomorrow, get some
tent pegs and para-cord too”
Suzzanne
struggled, “Get off me you bastards”
The
man ignored her “two in there and two more there, cut the cord in to four
length oh and get some tape” he gestured and one of the soldiers began to drive
the stake into the jungle floor. “Get
her boots off” and Suzzanne felt her pinioned legs begin bent up and tried to
resist.
“Get
the fuck of me” but she could feel her boots loosening and in a seconds they
were tossed aside along with her socks.
The soldier had now finished fixing the stakes and had created a
rectangle two and half by one and a half metres as instructed.
“Ok
get her up” and Suzzanne was dragged into a sitting position, three of the men
holding her resisting form. The leader now tore a wide strip of tape and
approached the captive spy. One of her guards grabbed her hair and pulled her
head back
“NO!
Fuck off No! .Mmmm Mmmmpphh!!” as he slapped the tape across her mouth followed
by another and another reducing her sounds to muffled protestations.
“Ok
over here” he indicated the space inside the stakes; “Careful she’s a
firebrand” he laughed as she was dumped into the ground.
One
man straddled her knees preventing her from twisting whilst the other two
locked her arms, the leader now cut the zip ties holding her wrists and she
tried unsuccessfully to wriggle free. He
stood back giving instructions.
Ok,
get her top down, keep hold of her arms; she’ll claw your eyes out boys”.
Suzzanne
fought as the man straddling her leered gleefully as he unzipped the front of
her suit. Quickly the other two dragged it down her arms and off, always
keeping a strong grip on her limbs. She could feel the eyes of the men on her
now unfettered breasts, bouncing and jiggling as she struggled, sweat
glistening in her cleavage.
“Get
the cord, get her down, arms out” and she was forced onto her back and she felt
her arms being pulled above her head, something wrapped around her wrists and
then tightened and the men released her and automatically she tried to pull her
arms down but found them fixed, she twisted to look and saw each wrist had been
securely bound to an embedded stake.
“Right
legs now, nearly down” he goaded.
The
two men now grabbed a leg each as her ankle fastening were cut, the third man
now grabbed her suit and began to tug it down over her hips. Her eyes wide she
tried to kick and struggle twisting her body but soon it was down over her
knees and finally tossed with her boots.
Aware of what to do next the men pulled each leg out straight before
spreading them as the other two men deftly bound them to the stakes. They stood
back looking at the struggling woman virtually naked, spread-eagled before
them.
“Good
job boys that will hold her till morning now let’s get set up for the night”
Suzzanne
twisted each wrist and ankle in turn, testing the bonds and she glared at their
leader who stood over her, he down smiled gloating.
“Don’t
waste your energy Missy, you’re going nowhere tonight” and he turned and moved
back to his men and addressed them.
“Right
listen up you skanks, nobody touches her tonight am I clear, Once the Major has got what he wants
from her I’m sure we will all get a piece but until leave her alone” She could hear the men objecting and the leader spoke once more
“AM
I CLEAR?” and the grumbling stopped.
Suzzanne
had stopped struggling and lay still for a moment but within seconds’ small
flies landed on her attracted by the drops of sweat, she flicked her hair to
dislodge them but in seconds they were back, their tiny feet tickling her skin.
She moaned loudly in frustration and the big man came back and squatted beside
the captive woman, she glowered at him her eyes narrowed. His eyes slowly moved
up and down her naked form, her taut limbs were toned and tanned and her big
firm breast topped with thick pink nipples, her belly was flat as it rose and
fell with her breathing and around her hips a tiny pair of camouflage pattern
boy shorts covered her modesty. He grinned.
“They
are attracted to the moisture” he stated “and you must taste good, they’ll be
bothering you all night, I expect some of them bite too”
She
mewed behind the gag.
“They
attracted to anywhere damp” he continued, “still it could be worse” and he
pulled a knife from his belt, she recoiled as is she could roll away but he
just reached down and lifted the waistband of her panties and sliding the knife
underneath sliced through them.
“Mmmmmmooooooo”
she moaned as he slit the other side and tugged the from under her. He admired
her sex for a moment, a small stripe of hair crowned her mound down to her full
smooth labia, the spread of her legs caused her sex to gape slightly and he
could see her pink glistening inside. He stood up and she could see the thick shape
tent his combat trousers as he rose.
“Like
I said they will find anywhere damp”
and he emphasised the last word before he walked away.
Within
moments she knew what he meant as she felt the flicking touch between her
thighs, she jerked making it disappear before it immediately returned. She
sobbed exasperated at her own helplessness as more tickling feet made their way
towards her pussy.
The
men had now gathered round a small stove and she could smell cooking, her
stomach rumbled the she heard his voice above the chatter
“Yes
yes she was alone Sir” he said into the radio handset, “She is secure Sir and
we’ll bring her in for questioning first thing tomorrow, Ok yes I understand,
I’ve made it clear to the men, she is not to be touched Ok Sir ,out” and he
returned to eat with his men leaving Suzzanne to her creepy-crawly torment.
As
the men moved to the small tents he came back to inspect his captive, he could
see her body squirming, pulling against the stakes as he approached.
As
he looked down the source of her torment was clear. Flies, bugs and ants of all
sizes had found her, although not entirely covered there were insects on every
part of her congregating around her eyes and nostrils. Her eyes were squeezed
shut and every few seconds she would puff out through her nose to dislodge the
persistent invaders. Bugs large and small dotted her breasts and belly
gathering where her sweat pooled but the cradle of her distress was her pussy
which was thick with insects all clamouring to feed on the rich nectar of her
sex. Her problem was self-perpetuating as the more the bugs tickled her sex the
wetter it became. Every now and again she would flinch and emit a tiny muffled
squeal as one bit her or drew blood as the red bumps, bites and stings over her
skin showed. After a night out here he thought she would spill everything she
knew and he returned to his tent to sleep.
As
she lay helpless wracked with tiny tickling torment Suzzanne became aware she
was not allow and she gingerly open one eye. Standing over her was the soldier
she had viciously kicked and he scowled down at her and she could clearly see
his split lip and bruised face.
Alarmed,
she Hmmmped into her gag, twisting
her head to as if to attract help from someone in the camp. He stood between
her spread legs looking down at her, she was still the subject of much insect
interest and he emitted a low grunting laugh. Reaching down he unzipped his trousers
and pulled out his thick almost purple black cock. She reared in panic thinking
he was about to rape her but he slowly began to stroke his thick member back
and forth with one hand looking at her all the time and she watched it swell in
his hand. He grunted and moaned as he worked his cock back and forth, its shiny
pink head appearing and disappearing until he let out a long strangled groan
and his he spurted thick ribbons of cum across the prostrate woman. Most
splashed splattered down onto her stomach or across her tits but one stream
sprayed across her face and she grimaced in disgust. Spent he slipped his
shrinking member back into his trousers and stomped off. Suzzanne felt sick and as the goo cooled it served
to attract more insects to torture her.
Anger
building in her she repeatedly tugged at the stakes in turn until she felt one
give a little and she began to work on it gradually loosening its hold on the
jungle floor until at last it came free. With one arm loose she quickly freed
her other arm and sat up to untie her ankles. Standing he brushed the bugs from
her skin in disgust, taking time to ensure her pussy was totally free from any
tiny intruders. Her skin itched and stung but she pushed it to the back of her
mind as she focused on her next task. Creeping towards the sleeping soldiers
she wrapped a length of the cord that had so recently bound her between her
hands. Finding the man who had so
revoltingly abused her first she slipped the cord around his throat and
crossing her hands behind his neck she pulled at the same time placing a knee
in his back. He eyes jerked open and his hands flew to his throat but the cord
had bitten deep, he struggled making a gurgling snoring sound then his eyes
rolled in his head and he slumped down. She released the cord but for good
measure snapped his neck with a twist.
“Sleep
tight you dirty fucker” she whispered.
Searching
she found his bayonet and slipped away to find her next victim, he was laying
on his back and she gently placed her
hand over his mouth before driving the long blade up under his sternum and into
his heart on one movement. In painful surprise he made to rise but she forced
him down with her hand and withdrew the bayonet slight before twisting and
thrusting it in again.
“Two
down” she said quietly wiping the blade on his shirt.
The
third man was dispatched in a similar way and she moved towards the leaders
bivouac. She slipped silently next to
him and placed the tip of the blade over his chest ready to drive it between
his rib when his eyes sprang open and his arm sent the knife spinning away, his
other hand thrust out catching her in the chest and she flew backwards into the
dust.
He
was on his feet in seconds and advancing towards her.
“Got
free eh, tried to kill me in my bed you bitch, we’ll we see about that”
Suzzanne
scrambled backward and he caught her by the arm and dragged her up before back
handing her across the face. The he drove a fist into her belly and she doubled
over.
“No
cunt is going to stab me in my bed” he bellowed and still gripping her arm his
swept his foot behind her knees and sent her crashing onto her back. Raising
his foot he stamped down on her stomach forcing her breath from her, she tried
to roll over and crawl away, but he dropped onto her back pinning her with one
knee.
“You
stupid white bitch, now you are going to see who’s boss, I’m going to fuck you
then gut you, but better see if you can handle me first.” And he forced his
huge hand between the top of her thighs.
“Gahhhh
,No” see cried still trying to get free,
she could feel his thick digits roughly probing then finding their way he viciously
forced all four fingers up her pussy.
She
screamed in pain “Gaaaaaaarrrrrrgghhh” as his worked his fingers deeper,
twisting, grinding.
“Like
that you dirty little slut? And he punched her hard in the kidneys again and
again making her cry out. Grabbing her
by the hair he began to drag her to where she had been tied and with a punch to
the side of the head he knocked her down. She felt her hands being pulled together
as he wrapped a length of the cord around them tying it off. Rolling her onto
her back he pulled her hands above her head and held them there.
“Now
let’s feel the goods shall we” and his spade like hands began to mash and maul
her breasts, stretching out her nipples, pinching, she yelped and struggled. He
stopped assaulting her breasts and grabbing her under the jaw with one hand he
leaned in and she could smell the fish on his breath.
He
hissed in her face “I’m gonna split you in two baby like a ripe melon” and he
picked up the stake she had pulled out and drove it into the ground between her
wrists, as he pulled her down by the hips she found her hands trapped above her
head as he prepared for his onslaught.
Moving down he forced one knee between her knees spreading her legs then
he again forced his fingers deep into her pussy.
He
sneered as he worked his fingers roughly in and out of her, using his thumb to
mash and abrade her clitoris, “You dirty fucking bitch, you dirty bitch”
She
struggled fighting him all the way, trying to roll or kick severely handicapped
by her bound hands.
“Arrgh
get of me you creep, I’ll fucking kill you” she screamed.
“Hey
maybe I should fuck your ass first, put my big black cock up your tiny white
ass” and he grabbed her hips and rolled her over.
She
screamed, “Get of me, No No don’t you filthy bastard, Gaaaarhhhh”
Two
of his fingers had forced their way into her anus and he was trying to work in
a third, she screamed her legs thrashing, and he laughed cruelly knowing the pain
he was causing.
Unseen
by either party as he had rolled Suzzanne over the stake holding her wrists
pulled free from the soft ground, as she struggled she felt her wrists come
loose and seeing the metal spike she grabbed it and pulled her hands under her
body.
“Oh
you’ve got free eh! He crowed and roughly extracting his fingers and began to
roll her onto her back again. As soon as she was on her back she struck,
lashing out with the sharp spike of steel and she heard him scream as something
warm and wet splashed across her face. He was gurgling now and she looked up
into the surprised eyes of a man with a tent peg sticking out of his neck. Blood was trickling from the corner of his
mouth and slowly he reached up and grabbed the spike with both hands and
pulled. As the weapon came free a
fountain of blood spurted from his neck, splashing across Suzzanne’s breasts
and darkening the soil. The spurting continued each beat of his heart pushing
the blood out of his body until gradually it began to slow to a stop and still
with a look of surprise he slumped down beside her.
Drenched
in his blood she lay still for a while, regaining her composure, then she
slowly got up and searched for the bayonet to free her wrists. She surveyed the carnage around her, five men
dead, bastards they deserved it she thought and she kicked the dead leader with
her bare foot.
Her
skin burned from the bites and stings and the blood was drying sticky mixing
with her sweat, she grabbed a canteen and emptied the contents over herself rinsing
off the muck and dirt. Her pussy and anus were sore and she gently rinsed sluiced
herself clean. Then she searched form some clothes as the bugs where starting
to return. The men had burned her
fighting suit and other clothing so she searched their pack finding some
trousers and a shirt, her boots were still OK although she had to replace the
cut laces with cord. Sitting down she
chewed on some of their rations as she set up her satellite communicator. Tapping
in the recognition code she waited for reply.
Go
ahead Midsummer flashed the screen and she typed.
Mission
complete but have been compromised; request immediate extraction by sea or air.
She waited for a response, the seconds ticked by then.
Negative
on sea or air extraction: assets unable to violate Goranian sovereign territory
at this time: suggest you egress overland and present to nearest friendly
embassy.
She
was puzzled, and she tapped
Please
explain unable to violate Goranian sovereign territory: Agent required
immediate extraction: please inform Control of circumstances.
She
waited, tense then the reply came
Control
unavailable: no explanation required: agent to follow instruction to egress;
message ends
She
said for a moment taking in the message, she was on her own, she was going to
have to walk out probably across the border, well she thought not time like the
present I’d better get going.
CHAPTER 5
Three
day later she found herself looking down across the Border between Ligeria and
Gorana. It had not been an easy trek, she had found a map on the leader
outlining the starting points and routes of the searching parties so had been
able to avoid them and continue south. There had been no pointing cutting back
to the coast as no help wax going to be coming that way. She had taken enough
food and water from the soldiers to sustain her along with her pistol and GPS. Thanks to her nanobots her skin had healed
within 24 hours and thanks to the jungle
cover she had moved by day, resting at night. Further messages to headquarters
had yielded no more information only the same instructions. Now she was almost home and dry, she knew
there was no British Embassy in Ligeria but there was a French Diplomat
presence. Hiking down from the jungle to
the cooler foothills she crossed the unguarded border and headed for the
capital Narubu. Boarding a bus and
looking like a back packing tourist in her shirt and cut-off shorts she endured
the 4 hour journey. Walking casually
through the dusty city streets she found herself out the French Consulate
building. Smiling she spoke to the guards outside.
“Hi
Sir, I’m a British citizen and I need assistance please may I speak to
somebody?”
The
guard nodded and stepped into his sentry box and picked up the phone,
after short conversation her returned
and opened the gates.
“Please
come in, the Consul d'Assistant will see you shortly, please leave your baggage
with the réceptionniste”
Inside
she deposited her back pack with a small middle aged woman and was shown to a
small interview room, she looked around the furniture was sparse, a table and
two chairs and the small window was barred, after an hour a portly man in a
blue suit entered
“Bonjour
Miss err, how can we help you?”
“Are
you the Assistant Consul?”
“Oui
Monsieur Labone how may I help you Miss err”,
“My
name is Midsummer, Suzzanne Midsummer, I am an Agent for M.I.7, you know what
that is?”
He
looked flustered for a moment then replied
“Yes
of course I am aware of all the British Intelligence Services Miss Midsummer”
“Good
then I need you to contact my boss at M.I.7 headquarters in London, he is known
as Control, he will explain everything, this is his number he can verify my
authenticity” and she handed him a slip of paper
He
studied it then smiled
“I
need to make some calls, it may take a while, will you excuse me” and with a
small bow he left and as the door closed she heard the key turn in the lock!
Slightly
perturbed she waited, she had never used this method before but had been
briefed, however she was committed now and all she could do was wait. After
several hours she heard the key turn in
the lock and Mr Labone entered.
“Miss
Midsummer, I have spoken to your headquarters and they have confirmed your
identity, however your, Control is it
was not available he is apparently unwell”
“Unwell?”
she queried, “May I speak with them myself?”
“Err
I am afraid not, I spoke with a Mr Reynolds? He is now in charge and…”
“Godfrey
Reynolds in charge of M.I.7, did they tell you what is the matter with Control,
look I really need to speak with them, let me speak with them”
“I
am sorry Miss Midsummer, that will not be possible, they did not elaborate on
Control’s health and they have given me instructions on how to deal with the
err situation”
“What
did they say? , what instructions?”
“Miss
Midsummer, please, this is a delicate matter, I must ask you to wait whilst I contact
the proper authorities”
“Who
have they told you contact, really Mr Labone I must be allowed to speak with my
people in London”
“Miss
Midsummer I will return shortly please be patient” and he hurriedly left and
she heard the door lock again, quickly she pressed her ear to the door, Labone
was outside.
“Get
Bernard in here straight away, tell him I need to speak to him in my office and
ensure security is alerted and prepared”, and then she heard brisk footsteps.
She
tried the door handle but it was surely locked and she checked the window
,again locked and securely barred, she thought quickly had she walked into a
trap, Why was Control no longer at the helm of M.I.7? She berated herself for so willingly leaving
her bag at reception, she had nothing to effect and escape.
It
was two hours before she heard the key turn in the lock and a tall man in a
cream suit entered, she looked at him expectantly, outside she could see
figures but could not get a good look before the door closed.
“Miss
Midsummer, I am Jerome Bernard, Head of Intelligence here, Mr Labone ha
explained your situation to me and unfortunately we may have a problem”.
“What
sort of problem?” she queried
“It
is complex, political”
“Try
me” she offered
“Miss
Midsummer do you know a woman called or have you used the alias Portia Nixon
recently?”
He
eyes narrowed, “Why do you ask and who gave you that information?
He
coughed, paused, thinking “In the last few hours we have had a request from the
Ligerian Security Services to be on the look for a woman fitting your
description and using the name Portia Nixon and they have issued an arrest
warrant”
“Why
are they wanting to arrest this woman Mr Bernard, what is she alleged to have
done in Ligeria?” she questioned
“Unfortunately
they would not say, and I know you are not going to reveal any details of your
reasons for being here”.
“Indeed
you know I cannot do that and you can see I need your help to get out of the
country to somewhere safe”
“Miss
Midsummer, Ligeria is a small hostile country, we are the only Consulate they
allow, the American and British have been closed their staff deported as such
we are the sole outpost of the Western Intelligence Services in this part of
Africa and our presence here is somewhat tenuous. I have been instructed that I am not to put our
remaining here at risk” his voice grave.
“What
do you mean? Concern in her tone.
“We
believe the Security Forces have been alerted to either your potential arrival
here or they already know you are here. Its stands to reason any escaping agent
would seek the support of a friendly Government”
“Yes
I need your help, this is French Territory, I should be safe here, are you
saying I’m not?”
He
paused shaking his head, “This is very difficult Miss Midsummer, I have
informed my Government of your presence here and the stance of Ligerian
Security. They in turn have spoken with you Government. The outcome is that our existence here must
not be compromised and to that end I am to hand you over to the Ligerians, I’m
sorry I have no say I the matter”
“WHAT!!” she exclaimed not believing what
she was hearing, “Your selling me out!, I must speak to M.I.7 there’s been some
mistake” her voice full of disbelief.
“I’m
sorry that’s not possible, your Chief, err Mr Reynolds was consulted and he
agreed with the decision, in fact he thought it the only sensible option.
He
face dropped, “Godfrey Reynolds? You’re
saying he has sanctioned this, selling me out, why the fucking pencil necked
bastard !” She thought for a moment, he mind racing.
“Monsieur
Bernard, you say the Ligerians are not sure if I am here yet, then let me
leave, via the back, I’ll take my chances on my own, please”
He
shook his head again, “I’m sorry that’s just no possible, I cannot take the
risk I must ask you to remain her until the Ligerian Security Forces arrive”
She
stood up, “You know I can’t do that don’t you?”
“Yes
Miss Midsummer I anticipated your response would be along these lines you I
have taken all precautions” and he opened the door, he spoke
“Prenez-la,
aller” and three huge Marine guards filled her escape route.
Immediately
she flung the table to one side and adopted a fighting stance.
“Who’s
first?”
The
Marines rushed her as one as her fists and feet flew but it was a short lived
one sided fight and in moments she was pinned face down on the floor arms
behind her back and she felt cold steel cuffs tightening around her wrists and
ankles.
Monsieur
Bernard stood over her, “I regret it has had to end this way but orders are
orders”
“Fuck
you” she spat as she was hauled to her feet.
“Take
her ,they are waiting”, he spoken without feeling, his job done.
Struggling
she was dragged downstairs and out through a rear passage into a courtyard,
outside stood a Security Services Prisoner van, the guards began to advance as
they say their prize fighting in the grip of the Marines.
An
Officer spoke, “Thank you Monsieur Bernard, we will take it from here and my I
pass on the regards of my Government for your co-operation in this matter” his
voice oily and insincere.
The
guards grabbed Suzzanne’s arms and she immediately tried to resist.
“Get
your filthy hands off me you scum” she
bellowed and the Officer gestured to him men. Two of them stepped forward
hefting their heavy wooden batons and struck out at her legs.
She
grunted in pain at the heavy blows and they continued to hit her as she was
dragged to the van and she was thrown bodily into the back, three guards
climbed in after her and the doors slammed shut. The Officer gave half-hearted salute to the French men and
climbed into the cab and the van roared out of the courtyard in cloud of dust.
Once
inside the ruck the guards pulled a stinking leather bag over her head secured
with a strap around her throat, every struggle was repaid with a kick or blow
from a baton and after a short while she lay still stifling in the hood. The
truck bumped its way through town and she eventually felt it come to halt , she
heard the doors open and she was dragged out.
Bundled
roughly inside she was dragged down some steps and thrown heavily into a room,
unable to see she rolled onto her back and waited
“Take off the hood” said a voice and hands
fumbled at her neck before it was pulled off and she blinked sweaty and red
faced under the lights. The room was a cell of sorts and three men stood around
her, two heavies stripped to the waist and another Officer who spoke first
“Welcome
to Ligeria Miss Nixon” and he drew on his cigar before puffing a blue cloud
into the harsh light.
“Why
am I here” she protested, “I’ve done nothing wrong my government will hear of
this”
He
laughed, “Typical westerner thinking your government has any authority here,
this is Ligeria and you are under Ligerian jurisdiction now”
“But
I’ve done nothing wrong here” she replied trying to sound earnest
“Indeed
you have done nothing in Ligeria but that’s not the case in Gorana is it?”
“I
don’t know what you’re talking about, now let me go and I’m sure we can sort
this out”.
“SHUT
UP” he shouted, “Don’t play games with me, several days ago you blew up a
medical facility just outside Kinjuju, you ambushed and killed a rescuers
whilst making your escape and you crossed the border into Ligeria expecting the
French to shelter you”
“That’s
all fucking lies, the whole lot” she protested.
Speaking
quietly he drew on his cigar,
“Who
are you working for Miss Nixon? British Intelligence, M.I.6, C.I.A. a private
agency of sorts?”
“That’s
nonsense all of it” she blurted comforted by the fact they clearly didn’t know
her real identity and the French for all their duplicity had not revealed it.
“I
don’t think so Miss Nixon, we know you were in the Goranan capital at a diamond
trade event and stole the details and location of the facility you later
destroyed”
“You’re
talking crap”
“Very
well, if you refuse to tell me the truth you leave me little choice” and he
beckoned to the guards who heaved her up and onto a heavy metal and wooden
chair that was bolted to the floor. Her wrists where forced either side of the
chair back and the cuffs locked over a hook, a strap was looped around her cuffed ankles
and pulled tight drawing her them against one leg of the chair.
“Gag”
he commanded and her head was forced back and a rough black hand forced her
chin down opening her mouth. The other guard slipped something hard and smooth
between her teeth and with a loud clicking opened the ratchet gag forcing her
mouth wide.
The
Officer approached, a small leather case in his hands which he folded open,
inside under small elastic straps lay several shiny metal instruments, like
small pairs of pliers along with some pointed probes, she recognised them
instantly , dental instruments!
She
tried to struggle but the guards helped pin her too the chair, one holding her
head steady, a big hand on her chin, another on her forehead. Her tongue
fluttered pink and wet in her gaping mouth
“Gnnnnnooooo
Pleeeeeth” she moaned but he ignored her as he selected one of the instruments
checking its action slowly in front of her.
He
addressed her staring into her terrified eyes
“You
may be wishing you had been more co-operative when you had the chance as later
you may find talking a little uncomfortable”
She
tensed straining fruitlessly to escape as he closed down on her his hand moving
slowly towards her mouth, she felt the tips of the hard forceps touched her
teeth the she felt the jaws close over a molar at the back.
He
looked into her wide blue eyes for a moment.
Do
you want to say anything for I proceed?
“EEETHH,EEETHH,
O,A” she spluttered.
He
gestured to the guard who released their grip and loosened the ratchet gag.
Pushing the gag from her mouth with her tongue she worked her jaw from side to
side.
“Well,
do you confess?”
“Come
closer” her voice quiet, rasping as if her mouth was dry.
He
leant in until his face was inches from hers.
She sniffed, twice.
“You
need some mouthwash your breath stinks!” she goaded and he straightened up with
a roar!
His
face dark with rage he bellowed “You think you are funny, but you will not
think that once I have finished in that foul mouth of yours” and he waved to
the guard who grabbed her roughly forcing the evil gag back between her teeth
and locked her head firmly in their grip.
He
advanced against sneering behind the wicked looking forceps.
“Now
where shall I start?” he mused as if choosing a tasty treat. Suzzanne bucked in
the chair, unable to resist in any way, she knew what was going to happen next
was going to be extremely unpleasant.
“This
is going to hurt….. a lot” he proffered as he inserted the instrument into her
spread mouth and she felt the hard metal touch a tooth before it gripped one of
her back molars. He smiled malevolently down at her as she felt him begin to
work on her tooth, manipulating the forceps to loosen and work it free from its
socket.
She
screamed, loud incomprehensible sounds, animal sounds as he worked slowly and intently rocking the tooth back and forwards ,
taking his time and extending her torment. She tasted blood in her mouth, the
pain filled her head, indescribable unending. Her hands twisted and tugged
against the cuffs, opening and closing, she tried to flex her body but one the
guard had his knee across her thighs.
Then
it was over and the acute pain subsided to be replaced by a throbbing ache in
the side of her face.
“There”
he said proudly holding the creamy white tooth in the jaws of the forceps its
roots pink, coated in bright red blood and clot.
Suzzanne
was slumped in the chair sobbing, blood and saliva trickled from the corner of
her mouth and she spat a gob of dark clot onto the floor.
“I’m
going to leave you for a while to contemplate what just happened and think
carefully about whether you want to tell the truth or not, remember you have
plenty more teeth and we have only just started”
Suzzanne
found she alone in the room, she was shaking, sweating a cold chilling sweat,
that was a new one she thought and with her tongue she gingerly investigated
the soft hole where once there had been a tooth. The pain in her jaw and face
was still excruciating and she could feel the area swelling even though the
nanobots had staunched the bleeding. She needed a plan as she knew she wouldn’t be
able to hold out long if he planned to yank out more or her pearly whites.
“My
Father any news on the English woman”
President
Mbowe looked up from his papers
“Yes
Monifa our Ligerian friends have located her at the French Consul trying to get
passage out and have arrested her”
The
ebony beauty smiled coldly “and you are having her brought back I hope to atone
for the humiliation she brought upon us Father”
“Yes
my darling In fact I would like to you ensure she returns safely if you
understand me?”
“I
do Father I do” her white teeth flashing across her cruel smile.
An
hour later her tormentor returned, alone this time.
“Well
Miss Nixon are you ready to talk yet? And he fingered the shiny steel
instruments menacingly
“Yes
yes I’m ready” she said quietly trying to appear cowed. She had spent the time
considering her story; she knew she needed to give him something credible.
“Good
who are you working for?”
“I’m
a privateer, freelance, whatever term you like, I was employed to destroy that
base, you know it was a weapons development lab don’t you?”
“Go
on Miss Nixon” ignoring her mitigation
“I
destroyed the base and escaped into the jungle but I was captured by a squad of
soldiers, I escaped but I had to kill them, then I crossed the border and came
here”
“That
all sounds very plausible but I think there are some key points you are leaving
out, why did your employers want the base destroyed, how did one woman dispatch
five heavily armed soldiers?”
“Maybe
I’m a force to be reckoned with” her voice suddenly cold as her blue eyes fixed
him.
“Hmmmm,
all very interesting, but it doesn’t really matter now, you see the Goranians
want you back and they will collecting you this afternoon”
Suzzanne
felt her blood run cold, this was not good news. He saw the look come over her
face, a mixture of apprehension and fear.
“I
see that thought does not appeal to you, seems their President is interested in
you, have you met him?” he enquired casually.
She
said nothing, he continued
“You
people come here and treat us like fools, you never learn, you think you can
barge in here and keep us in the dark ages ,your arrogance is stupendous and
you have much to learn about us, I will be back when the Goranians get here
meanwhile contemplate you fate Miss Nixon”
Suzzanne
tugged on her bonds , she knew she was in real trouble now, somehow they had
figured out it was she who had blown their weapons program to junk and they
wanted revenge and it seemed they were going to get. She cursed Reynolds for
selling her out, she cursed her naivety for thinking she could trust another
government.
Sometime
later Suzzanne was roused as the cell door opened.
“Wake
up you capitalist whore” scolded a voice she had heard before and she looked up
into the sneering face of Monifa Mbowe.
“Well
if it isn’t Daddy’s Little Defect” she said dismissively.
The
woman roared “SLUT” and back handed Suzzanne viciously across the face made
doubly painful by the effect of her make
do tooth extraction.
“You
will not be so smug when I get to work on you, I shall relish tormenting your
white trash body”
“Go
to hell Bitch” Suzzanne gibed back
“Enough
of your back chat Whore” and she turned to the Officer, “We will get her ready
to transport now, I would be grateful if your men could assist us and I will
make sure your President knows how well you have served your allies”
The
man swelled with pride “Thank you Miss Mbowe”
The
guards wheeled in what looked like a large rectangular aluminium trunk standing
on its end. It opened into two halves along a hinged axis but Suzzanne could
not see what was inside.
Monifa
began barking orders “get her up and strip her, make sure she stays cuffed and
on her knees”
The
Ligerian guards freed her from the chair and forced her onto her knees and the
woman stood before her holding a tangle of straps and buckles around a large
black object.
“This
first to silence the obscenities from your filthy tongue” she scoffed, “hold
her” and a guard grabbed her head. Suzzanne fought to avoid the gag but there
were too many hands and cried out as her swollen jaw was forced open and the
gag pushed between her teeth, then it was just a matter of fastening the straps
around her head.
Monifa
stepped back to admire her work, Suzzanne glared back at her mutely from behind
a web of leather straps and a huge leather panel which completely covered the
lower half of her face.
“There
witch whore you are silenced” she crowed “now strip the harlot bare”.
The
guards grabbed the tattered shirt she was wearing and literally tore it from
her body, her heavy breasts bobbing and jiggling as they fell free. The one of
them grabbed the front of her cut off trousers and pulling with both hands tore
opening the fastening before yanking them down. After freeing her ankles from the cuffs they
were yanked off and tossed aside. As she knelt naked before them gagged and
compliant her arms were pulled behind her back thrusting her breasts forwards,
the man in the room drank in her luscious curves until Monifa interrupted.
“She
has the body of a succubus, which the whore used to entrap my Father” she
hissed venomously, “now restraint her arms and legs”.
Two
of the guards grabbed her arms and forced them further together whist the third
removed her cuffs, then proceeded to unroll a thick black latex single glove
over her hands and up her arms almost to her shoulders. Wide rubber straps
fastened with buckles were looped around her folded legs at thigh and ankle and
cinched up tight before they released their grip and she felt impotently to the
floor and lay there on her side.
“Bring
the case here” barked Monifa and Suzzanne watched in mounting horror as the
case was spun around to face her and fully opened. The inside of the case was
totally black but as the light fell on it she could she shapes, contours and
various fixing points. The case had split now and she could see it was in fact
in three hinged parts. The case was like a rectangle standing on it end, the
end nearest the floor had four castors to help movement and rose about eighteen
inches above the base, it was heavily shaped with mouldings and cut outs and
topped with a saddle shape. Atop this saddle were two thick brutally ridged
dildos, one slightly smaller than the other. Suzzanne gasped as she saw them
and mewed into gag shaking her head.
“Mmmmmmmwwww,
Mmmwwwwwww!”
Monifa
smiled down at her wickedly as she registered her distress.
“Yes
whore they will fill you holes so full to remind you how depraved you are”
One
of the guards poured a viscous lubricant over each of the protuberances and as
he slathered it over their surfaces this shone slickly highlighting the thick
ridges and bumps.
“Lift
her now men” and eight hands gripped the struggling agent and moved her towards
the device.
Her
eyes wide at what was to come Suzzanne screamed behind the gag
“Mmmmmmmwwwwwww,
MMMMMMMMWWWWWWWW” and she felt her legs held spread as she was lowered until
the taller of the dildos brushed her lips and she bucked fighting the guards.
“Make
sure the slut feels every inch” encourage Monifa, “Do it slowly” and Suzzanne
felt the slippery tip push past her lips, unable to fight gravity she felt
herself being stretched around the shaft and she could feel every ridge and
knob. Suddenly she felt the second hard tip bump against her anus and she let
out another cry, trying to twist away but she was past the point of no return
as her weight now carried her down and she let out a long low groan as she was
totally, agonisingly filled.
“Mmmmmmmmmoooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”
“Good
make sure she is all the way down men, push down on her shoulders” and as they
did so she felt the big cock push up against the top of her sex canal and she
gasped.
The
men now set about fixing her astride the seat as if the dildos weren’t enough
to fix her in place. A thin leather strap was buckled around her wrists and
then through a D ring on the back of the seat and pulled tight.
Monifa
clapped her hands in delight at the woman’s torment. Circular adhesive ring
electrodes were placed over each areola, leaving the nipple poking through the
centre and were smoothed into place. Monitoring electrodes where placed on each
side of her neck. Another electrode like a tiny cup was slipped between her
spread lips and over her clitoris and taped in to placed.
Monifa
clapped again and pushed the men aside, carefully she checked the fastening and
attachments noting with great pleasure how much the rear insert was stretching
the woman’s tight ring. Suzzanne watched
her as she slipped something over her head and she felt plugs being inserted in
her nose, she threw her head back but it was too late they were in place and Monifa had tightened the retaining strap.
Finally she stretched a black latex band above Suzzanne’s head and lowered it
with care until it covered her eyes then gently released it effectively blind
folding her. Suzzanne let out a mew of protest.
“Now
close the case please”
Suzzanne
could no longer see but the two halves of the case were moved around her, the
dark contours she had seen were in fact profiles that matched the shape of the
victim and as the halves where pushed together she felt the sides begin to
press on her body starting with her legs, then shoulders and breasts and
finally her head until with a final diminishing mew the halves of the case met
and Suzzanne was securely compressed inside unable to struggle, virtually
unable to move.
As
the guards fastened the locking clips around the case the Officer looked at his
watch the whole process had taken less than 10 minutes.
“Miss
Mbowe, excuse me but I can’t help being impressed by this device, what does it
do?” he asked fawningly.
She
turned and spoke matter of factly “It is for the torment and transport of
prisoners and slaves, as you have seen the prisoner is bound and secured and
attached to devices of torment. The box is shaped to hold them completely
immobile. Here see I can control their discomfort from here” and she opened a
small panel on the side of the box and he saw knobs, dials, buttons and LED’s.
She
continued “from here I can control the inserted devices” she indicated four black
knobs, “rotation and vibration” as if demonstrating a household appliance.
“These
control the electric shocks and this reads heart rate and breathing. I can
control the air to the prisoner from here and here she said proudly I can hear
their pain, their terror” and she flicked a switch and the sound of Suzzanne’s
slow steady breathing was clearly audible.
“All
of this can be controlled remotely via a laptop computer over very long
distances”
“Why
would you need that may I ask?” puzzled the Officer
“Because
I will be flying back to Gorana this afternoon but the slut in this box will be
taking the 14 hour road journey” and she smiled smugly.
The
Officer chuckled “Oh I see”
Inside
the box Suzzanne fought to control her rising dread. Restrained, blind and
abused as she was it had taken her a moment to realise what was happening as
she felt the case closed around her, compressing her body, smothering her
making any movement impossible. She now sat, held motionless in a dark
constricting environment the only sound that of her blood pumping and her own
breathing, time seemed to stand still, but she guessed that was the idea of the
sensory deprivation and discomfort.
“Allow
me to demonstrate” offered Monifa and she manipulated the controls, almost
instantly a surprised moan could be heard from the speaker.
“I
have activated the inserts, vibration only lowest setting” not unpleasant yet I
am sure.
She
activated another control eliciting, higher pitched moan.
“The
insert in her cunt is now slowly rotating” she instructed
“Now”
she said and pressed several buttons, immediately a series of wails began, the
breathing became faster, uneven; every now and again one shriek was louder than
the other.
“The
electrodes are firing in sequence on still quite a low setting but enough to be
uncomfortable. For the journey I will
set everything to function automatically following a rotating sequence building
the stimulation and shocks to a peak before starting the cycle again”
“Well
thank you Miss Mbowe for explaining” he schmoozed, “I will leave you now; I
expect you will be wanting to get on your way?”
“Yes
thank you, if your men could just assist mine in loading the cargo onto the
truck I would be grateful?”
“No
problem” and he nodded to the men.
Inside
her black womb of misery, Suzzanne had been startled by the vibrators but not
unduly distressed, the shocks however had not been pleasant at all and her mind
raced at the thought of things to come. Then she felt movement and guessed her
prison was being relocated.
Monifa
stood and made the final adjustments to Suzzanne’s settings for her journey.
The dildos were set to pulse in sequence slowly getting stronger and more
frequent until they were working as one; simultaneously they would also begin
to rotate again in sequence first one direction, then the other, again
increasing until they were both moving in time. The electric shocks would
alternate nipples and pussy also increasing in frequency and strength until
they were delivering a continuous shock as the dildos reached their peak. This whole process was set to cycle hourly
with the final period of sustained stimulation and shocks lasting five minutes,
everything would then reset and the cycle would start again. She set the breathing control to allow
Suzzanne to breathe normally and to receive fresh oxygenated air until the last
3 minutes of each cycle when her air would be shut off until the cycle
reset. She slipped her laptop into her
bag and stepped outside. The men had finished loading the case and locking the
wheels anchoring it securely inside the covered truck. The crew had
instructions to drive back to the Goranan capital and to ensure the journey
took no less than fourteen hours. Satisfied they her captive was secure Monifa
slid into the back seat of the limo waiting to take her to the airport and as
the car moved off she looked back to see the truck pulling out too and opening
her laptop she pressed the key to activate the case and she smiled a malicious
smile.
CHAPTER 6
Suzzanne
wriggled in her restrictive captivity as the dildos deep inside her began to
gently pulse and then slowly rotate. The sensation was most disconcerting
especially as they started to slowly revolve first one way then the other their
deeply grooved surfaces forcefully massaging the walls of her vagina and
rectum. She found herself attempting to move her pelvis either forward or back
to alleviate the stimulus of one to only find it intensified the effect of the
other. She let out a series of sharp squeals as the current shocked her nipples
then her clit. As the shocks continued the squeals turned to grunts of
discomfort as the intensity and frequency of her tortures gradually increased
the dildos now buzzing strongly as they turned.
Her breathing was increasing now, rapid and shallow as she felt the
stimulation, the bondage, her total lack of control driving her towards her
first climax.
In
the back of her car Monifa sat with her headphones in listening to the sounds
of her victim’s suffering, she checked the timer; the cycle was at forty eight
minutes. In a few more minutes the vibration, rotation and stimulation would
merge into one continuous assault on Suzzanne’s most sensitive areas forcing
her to orgasm the last part of which she would suddenly be deprived of air just
long enough to induce hypoxia. She could
hear Suzzanne’s hurried breathing punctuated by long moans, snorts and whimpers
and she tried to imagine her suffering which in turn produced a tingle in her
loins and she gently allowed her legs to fall apart.
Suzzanne
was moaning rhythmically now and Monifa knew she was close, as the timer
reached fifty minutes her moans turning into one high pitched yelp as the shocks
merged and peaked, then subsided in a long lowing moan punctuated by deep
sighing breaths as she came. Monifa
waited for the final act, Suzzanne was still coming in bursts as the timer
slipped past fifty seven and she heard the groans of pleasure change to gasps
and soft wet sounds as the air flow ceased. She watched intently as Suzzanne’s
heart rate soared as still moaning her breaths were blocked.
In
the darkness Suzzanne had allowed herself to come as the stimulation reached its
peak, savouring the massive release despite the pain and discomfort, suddenly
to find her air supply stifled. She gulped and chewed at the gag, and found
herself trying to fight her constriction as her senses began to swim. The
muscles of her pelvis were still spasming burning up precious oxygen and she
quickly began to lose consciousness. Then without warning fresh life giving air
rushed into her lungs and Monifa heard her breathing restart with one massive
breath followed by gulps and heaving sighs.
During this time Monifa had allowed her index finger to slide under her
dress and gently massage the cleft of her sex through her diaphanous panties as
she savoured the other woman’s torment. She listened to Suzzanne’s breathing
begin to slow when without warning there was small shriek flowed by a long moan
as the cycle began again.
Monifa
closed her laptop and gathered her composure; her car had reached the airport
where her Father’s private jet was waiting to fly her back to Gorana. She would
be back in the Presidential Palace within about three hours by which time
Suzzanne would have endured 4 full cycles with at least another ten to go. She promised herself she would not listen in
again until at least the sixth or seventh cycle!
Back
in London Godfrey Reynolds called a meeting of his key department heads to
order.
“OK
Gentlemen as you know Control has been taken seriously ill and is unlikely to
be returning for the foreseeable future, in the interim the PM has asked me to
take the helm of M.I.7. I intend to see
we continue all relevant operations in line with current foreign office policy,
now what Ops. have we got running?”
“I
have an operation running in Argentina Sir,
we believe the Argentines maybe developing some sort of jamming device
to try and block communications with the Falklands Islands, I have two agents
down there now” said Peter Bryant, Head of the South American Office.
“Good
Peter, keep it running “ enthused Reynolds “Can’t have those Bloody Argies
pissing about with the Falklands again, now what else?”
Palmer
spoke up, “What about the on-going mission in Gorana Sir?”
“What’s
that Palmer, I didn’t see it mentioned in the briefing papers” twisting to face
the Doctor and leaning forward in his chair.
“It
was something that Control was running personally Sir, Gorana is rumoured to be
developing a dirty bomb and has taken and anti-western stance. Control had sent
an agent in to find the location of their weapons facility and destroy it”
“Really
Palmer and how do you know so much about this personal venture of Controls’? you’re head of?” he shuffled some
papers scanning the sheets “Ah R&D” and he looked quizzically at the man.
“I
was involved because of the Agent we sent, they are somewhat special”
“Special?
Who was it man”
“Agent
Midsummer Sir”
“Midsummer?
Oh yes the woman, well we may have a problem there”
“Problem?
Why Sir?”
“The
PM has instructed the Foreign Office to open a dialogue with President Mbowe;
we can’t let him fall in with the East you see”
“What
about Agent Midsummer Sir, she is on the ground there but with Control out of
the frame we need to take control of the mission and possibly get her out”
“Mmmm”
pondered Reynolds, “maybe a bit late for that, PM has instructed all agencies
to cease any operations against Gorana, all Ops are on hold”
“But
she is on the ground; she needs urgent extraction if that’s the case”
“Extraction,
what’s that?” queried Reynolds
“It’s
the term we use for extracting an
agent from a dangerous or hostile environment Sir” his voice barely hiding his
exasperation at the man’s lack of understanding.
Reynolds
flushed visibly “Oh right, I gave an order to withhold an extraction from West
Africa yesterday”
“Dear
God, you did what? Midsummer is out there alone and you cut off her only route
of escape” blurted Palmer barely containing his anger.
Reynolds
regained his self-assurance, “Well it can’t be helped, PM’s orders, we may have
to consider the loss of Agent Midsummer damage limitation! now let’s move on”
Monifa
Mbowe lay naked on her bed her head thrown back in rapture. One hand vigorously
massaged her small hard breasts, pulling and twisting her obsidian nipples. The
other was between her spread thighs pumping a large chromed vibrator in and out
of her glistening pink slit as he moaned in pleasure. On her head she wore a large pair of
headphones through which she was listening to Suzzanne’s sobs, cries and moans
of unrelenting suffering as she made her way slowly towards her, still six
hours away.
CHAPTER
7
The
large matte silver case was wheeled into the centre of the room and the wheels
locked. Monifa walked slowly around it letting her fingers trail over its hard
sleek surface. She was dressing in a sheer black body stocking and black calf
length boots, beneath the material she was totally naked and hid nothing.
“Open
it, open it” she clamoured and the three similarly clad women cracked the
latches on the case and the two halves slowly parted. A scent of sweat and musk
filled the air as the contents were slowly revealed. Suzzanne was slumped
motionless save for slow ragged breath. Her skin that was visible was covered
with a layer of sweat, hair soaked and plastered to her head and down over her
shoulders.
“Get
her out” barked Monifa, walking around and around her victim perched on her
pedestal of pain.
The
women released the restraints securing Suzzanne to the base and as they began
to life her clear of the base she groaned loudly despite the gag as the dildos
slid from her, thin strings of mucus trailing from them. Both glistened slickly
with her juices and the sides of the saddle upon which she had been mounted
were drenched in a sticky slick mixture of sweat and come.
She
was dazed, floppy, complaint as they carried her across to a wide stainless
steel platform with a gently concave centre sloping down to a central drain and
laying her in the centre and proceeded to remove the electrodes and straps. As
her legs were unfettered and straightened out Monifa could she her pussy and
anus still gaping, slippery, pink and stretched having spent over half a day
held open by rigid inserts. Suzzanne made no effort to resist or even move
herself. Deftly the attendants removed the single glove, gag and blind fold,
one standing by with Taser if Suzzanne should show any sign of opposition. Even
as the blindfold was removed her eyes remained closed her body flopping and
rolling at their whim.
Free
of restraints she was gently stretched on her back out across the platform. Her hips were lifted and a flat padded metal
bar was slipped under the base of her spine and locked into place on either
side of the platform lifting her bottom above the drain grate. Next they pulled
her wrists to the top corner of the platform and fastened them with rough rope
loops through a cleat they then repeated the same procedure with her ankles,
she groaned quietly as they pulled her taut. Completing their task Suzzanne’s mouth was
gently prised open and a steel spider gag slipped carefully behind her teeth
and strapped in to place.
“Good
Work” said Monifa clapping her hands “Let’s wake her up”
A
metal frame supporting three large rain shower heads was positioned over the
platform and a hose connected. On her
signal one of the women flicked open the valve and torrents of ice cold water
cascaded down onto Suzzanne’s naked body rudely rousing her! She screamed her
eyes snapping open and reflexly she tried to pull in her arms and legs and roll
away only to find herself fixed. For a
minute or so Monifa allowed the water to continues as Suzzanne yelped, the temperature of the water made her gasp for
breath, splashing off her struggling form, running in rivulets over her flanks,
thighs and breasts, making her nipples spring to attention.
Monifa
signalled and the water ceased, Suzzanne lay there breathing hard, dripping,
trying to take in her surroundings.
“Welcome
to Gorana Miss Nixon”
Suzzanne
turned to her tormentor scowling “leth mee goo” she spluttered
Monifa
smiled, “take out her gag”
Free
of the device Suzanne spoke “Let me go you have no right to hold me like this”
“Oh
I have every right Miss Nixon after all I have evidence you perpetrated an act
of terrorism on Goranan territory”
“What!
you’re crazy” protested Suzzanne feigning indignation.
“LIAR”
screamed Monifa “you tricked my Father into telling you the location of the
weapons facility and then you destroyed it”
“You’re
mad lady, now thanks for the shower and let me go”
“No
Miss Nixon, I want to know who sent you and why and I will make you tell me”
“Fuck
you” and she twisted testing her bonds
“Gag
her and let’s get on”
She
tried to resist as the two attendants forced the evil steel device between her
teeth again and buckled it tight, Monifa walked to the edge of the table and
looked down and the struggling agent.
You
must be quite dirty from your journey Miss Nixon; perhaps you would like to
freshen up?”
Suzzanne
glared back “Uuckkerr”
Monifa
signalled again, this time they women appeared with two large buckets of soapy
water and a long handled scrubbing brush each and placed themselves on either
side of Suzzanne.
Realising
what they planned to do next she tugged furiously at the ropes, protesting
noisily.
“Begin”
ordered Monifa
Dipping
the brushes into the buckets they slapped the dripping brushes onto Suzzanne
and began to scrub, one on her belly the other on her thighs.
Suzzanne
shrieked, the water was icy cold and she quickly realised the brushes had stiff
hard bristles increasing her discomfort.
Monifa
watched a satisfied look on her face as they scrubbed away, their victim
shrieked and squealed as dipping their brushed into the buckets they dumped on
more water and moved targets, one now began to scour Suzzanne’s breasts causing
a rise in the volume of her distress, the other was scrubbing the soles of her
feet. After a few minutes Suzzanne’s
body was bright pink, etched with darker thin red lines, cross hatching her
smooth skin. She reached forward to squeeze one of Suzzanne’s up thrust breasts,
kneading the sensitive skin before pinching the swollen nipple; Suzzanne
grimaced but made no sound as the assault continued, then.
“Turn
her over”
Suzzanne
tried to fight but the women were clearly skilled in their task, freeing one
arm and one leg at a time, pulling it to the opposite side of the platform and
securing it. They then freed the other limbs and pulled them through
effectively flipping her onto her belly over the supporting bar.
Suzzanne
continued to protest as repositioned they began to scrub her back and legs,
this time one moved to her head and began to scrub her scalp and hair,
splashing the icy water into her face making her cough and splutter the other
moved to her heaving buttocks and
slapped the brush down, rubbing vigorously.
Suzzanne
felt a hand on her buttocks , sliding over her wet stinging skin before slowly
slipping between her cheeks, she felt a
fingernail begin to gently scratch over
her still sore ring making her tense and clench before sliding further parting her puffy pink lips and dipping inside
her. A small moan escaped her open mouth and Monifa smiled as the digit roamed
around deep in the Agent’s pussy. Suzzanne gasped and squeezed her eyes shut.
Feeling the finger withdraw she opened them to see Monifa looked straight at her,
“Almost
done” and she gave a signal.
Suzzanne
almost leapt off the table as the bristled head of a brush smacked between her
spread thighs and began to scour her over sensitised pussy.
“Mmmmmmmwwwwwaaaaaahhhhh”
she screamed eliciting a grin from Monifa
“Now
rinse” and the shower dumped more freezing water onto Suzzanne’s burning skin.
Suzzanne
lay their dripping, panting and Monifa lifted her head by her soaking hair.
“Ready
to tell me more yet?”
“Ucck
Oooooooo” was her reply.
“Very
well, Pamoja, give her five”
One
of the women stepped forward and hefted the long handled scrubber in her hand
flipping it over so the flat wooden side faced down, then she swung it down
across the prostrate agent’s quivering buttocks. It landed with a resounding SMACK as wet wood met wet skin, Suzzanne reared up, startled by the force
of the spank droplets of water spraying from her pink skin.
“AWWWWWW ethus uccking
kiiist” she yelled as the pain from the initial blow
began to assert itself. Her buttocks burned and an imprint of the back of the
brush, brighter pink than her scrubbed skin began to show.
“SMACK”
a second blow! The pain forced her to strain against the ropes, her buttocks
tensed, curvaceous but hard like steel.
“SMACK” a
third and a fourth and fifth followed.
Her
bum was now branded with five overlapping brush head shaped imprints, scarlet, glowing;
she was still suffering the residual pain, biting hard against the ring gag.
“Still
unwilling to talk Miss Nixon or shall I have Pamoja give you another five?”
Suzzanne
shook her head slowly “Gnnnoooo ooooore”.
“Excellent
then my Father wishes to speak with you” and she clapped her hands
“Pamoja,
Waceera, bring the yoke”
The
two women returned with a long metal device about a metre long, the centre
formed a ring with two arms protruding opposite each other, each arm ending in
a ring, similar but much smaller than the centre.
Still
lying face down Suzzanne looked puzzled before puzzlement turned to realisation
as she watched them, flick a catch allowing the centre ring to open into two
joined halves.
Powerless
she lay there as they placed the open ring under her neck then closed the two
halves to reform the rigid collar fastening the lock at the back of her neck.
Next Waceera held one of her wrists whilst Pamoja released it from the rope
cuff. Suzzanne tried to pull away but was surprised by the strength of the
woman who easily slipped the defiant agent’s wrist into the open ring on the
end of the arm locking it in place. Suzzanne tried to be more uncooperative
with her other wrist but it seemed to make no difference as she found herself
fastened securely into the metal device.
“Get
her up now” and as one released her ankles the second grasped the yoke and
unceremoniously twisted the device flipping Suzzanne off the platform and onto
the floor. Before she could recover both woman had surrounded her and hauled
her into a kneeling position. Two
lengths of chain where clipped to either end of the yoke and taking up the
strain the women allowed Suzzanne to rise to her feet.
The
collar was firm around her throat but not tight but held her wrists out
horizontally on either side of her head.
Suzzanne
tugged and pulled at the restraining chains, testing her opponents as Monifa
intervened.
“Don’t
do anything stupid Miss Nixon, the collar is fitted with restricting device,
let me show you” and she held down a button on a small box in her hand.
Suzzanne
felt something click in the collar and then a whirring sound, before she could
respond something rapidly tightened around the front of her neck, in seconds it
restricted her breathing and cut off blood to her brain. Monifa looked on
impassively as Suzzanne’s face reddened, her hands flapped uselessly in their
cuffs.
Her
vision was closing in now, reddening from the edges as the device throttled
her, she sank to her knees desperately trying to suck in a breath, then Monifa
released the button and she sucked in a huge breath, choking around the gag.
“You
understand Miss Nixon?” And head down, gasping Suzzanne nodded.
Dragging
her to her feet they began to pull her along by the chains as Monifa followed.
Naked, captive they led her up stairs and through the corridors of the palace
as servants and staff looked on until they reached a large set of doors leading
into some sort of reception room. Escorting her into the centre Monifa barked an
order.
“Down
on your knees whore” her manner somehow different.
Suzzanne
twisted to glare at her but was rewarded with a kick to the back of her knees
as her guards yanked down on the chains and she was forced to kneel.
“Kneel
you western slut” spat Monifa as Suzzanne was held down by the guards now
gripping the ends of the yoke. She tried to lift her head to see what was ahead
of her but they twisted the yoke forward pressing her head down further.
A
pair of black brogue shoes and navy pinstripe trousers walked into her field of
vision.
“Hello
Miss Nixon” said a velvety voice she recognised as Samuel Mbowe continued.
“I
must say I feel somewhat foolish at the ease with which you tricked me into
revealing the location of my weapons program.
A honey trap I think is the correct term isn’t it?”
She
stayed silent, unmoving and the guards pulled back roughly on the yoke bending
her back and forcing her to look upwards. He stood over her his hard brown eyes
fixed on hers, his face impassive and she felt a twinge of fear.
“I
really want to know why Miss Nixon, who sent you to destroy my ambitions? Who
am I worrying that much?”
“Let
me have the white whore Father I will make her talk” enthused Monifa
He
waved his hand, “Soon enough Monifa, soon enough, give her the opportunity to
save herself some suffering, remove her gag so she can speak”
Waceera
unbuckled the heinous device and Suzzanne pushed it hurriedly from her mouth,
working her jaws.
He
looked back to the woman genuflect before him, the pattern of fine red lines
covering her skin let him know Monifa had already had some time with her, He
studied her, despite her plight, her predicament she stared back at him
defiantly and he remembered how soft and perfumed her brunette hair had been
that night, the warm softness of her pillowy breasts, the silky moist pleasure
that dwelt between her smooth thighs and he felt a stirring in his loins. His
face softened slightly.
“Miss
Nixon, Portia, tell us who sent you, and your end will be swift I promise you”
She
stared back at him her gaze unflinching, “Go to Hell”
Monifa
lunged forward her swinging foot connecting with the agent’s soft midriff.
Suzzanne doubled over and pitched forward, winded and gasping as the woman
ranted”
“Whore,
white slut whore, how dare you speak to The President like that, I will make
you regret those words” and she planted another kick into Suzzanne’s ribs.
Stepping
back Samuel Mbowe sighed deeply.
“Very
well Monifa, she has made her choice, she is yours, let me know when you have
the answers”.
CHAPTER 8
Suzzanne
sat still in the darkness, movement was unpleasant to say the least. She had
seen very little of the room they had taken her to for as they entered a heavy
fitted rubber hood had been forced over her head and zipped shut. An integral gag
muffled her sounds and she was forced to breathe through two small holes over
her nostrils. Fighting the claustrophobic she had felt herself begin manhandled
into some sort of large chair and that was when the discomfort had begun.
Although she could not see it she could feel it, the seat of the chair was a
large horizontal cylinder of timber which rotated freely along its central axis
so that anybody sitting on it could roll back and forwards as they sat.
Unfortunately the entire surface of the log had been closely studded with short
blunt wooden spikes making any movement or even sitting extremely uncomfortable. Her wrists were secured with metal staples to
the arms of the chair, her ankles fastened similarly to the legs of the chair
which spread her legs. Pushed back she felt a cold steel collar close about her
throat forcing her to remain upright in the chair. In this “sitting” position
her body weight was supported by her buttocks sitting on the studded seat.
“Alone
at last Miss Nixon or shall I call you Portia too” mocked Monifa.
Suzzanne
hmmmphed helplessly her masked head sweeping from side to side.
“I
truly have you to myself now, my Father will not bother us and we can play, oh
I will extract the information from you, but slowly. You see all that whore, slut rhetoric is just nonsense, in truth I have a few Sapphic
tendencies thanks to my English Public School education but I have to keep it
hidden as it would not do for the President’s daughter to be, what was we were called at school?? Rug
Munchers!”
And
she laughed.
Suzzanne
was breathing noisily through the hood for as she had been speaking Monifa had
closed on her victim and had been squeezing and massaging Suzzanne’s breasts
enthusiastically. Now her hands were slowly working their way over her body,
her shoulders, upper arms, flanks and finally thighs.
“You
really are extremely gorgeous Portia; I can understand why my Father was so
keen to fuck you and Suzzanne jerked as she felt finger tips skimming the
insides of her thighs before moving on to softly explored the cleft of her sex.
She tried instinctively to move away but found she could only roll painfully
over her wooden seat. The finger tenderly parted the plump smooth lips and
finding slick moistness, gathered some on its tip to spread over the nub of
pleasure.
Suzzanne
mewed into the gag both in frustration and arousal and Monifa could sense both.
“Mmmmm
Portia I can see you like that and I expect you like the bondage a little too,
helpless I can do whatever I want to you” and she pushed her finger deep into
the molten vagina.
“Of
course there will be pain too” and she pinched one of Suzzanne’s hard nipples
making her squeal.
“Now
Portia are you going to tell me who sent you?.... No well that’s a shame… for
you” and she picked up a thin leather whip.
Standing
before the Agent she flicked the whip allowing its knotted tip to catch one the
heavy breasts. Suzzanne jumped and squealed.
The whip struck again on the other breast, then across the soft skin if
her tummy. Monifa ignored her cries and struggles as the whip planted its none
too gentle kisses. She concentrated for a while on the breasts, leaving them
streaked with pink, then the tummy, which contracted with each strike, then the
inner thighs before aiming for the tight pink slit.
Suzzanne
was puffing and panting as the whip licked around her body, made double worse
as she rocked on the spiked seat. As the whip caressed her sex she moved
backwards which meant the spikes rolled over her pussy and she had to roll forward
to relieve the immediate pain.
Monifa
watched carefully, Suzzanne was soaked in sweat, quivering, her hands and feet wagging.
“I’m
just softening you up my dear, soon you
will be desperate to tell me”
Suzzanne
was crying into the gag with each lash now, pink wheals cross crossing her
already abraded skin. Monifa dropped the whip and walked around behind her
captive. Suzzanne struggled uselessly unsure where the next attack would come
from.
Her
tormentor whispered in her ear and she jerked away.
“It’s
frightening to be so helpless, isn’t it?
Suzzanne
felt a hand under her jaw steadying her head the two fingers pinched her
nostrils shut. Already blinded and gagged by the hood, she felt panic as her
air supply was cut off. She tried to remain calm as the desire to breathe rose
I her chest. Monifa held her nose closed, waiting and after a couple of minutes
Suzzanne began to struggle, tugging at the staples holding her wrists and
ankles and Monifa could feel her trying to twist her head away. Then she released her grip and her victim
sucked in a huge breath before panting noisily through the hood.
“I
control you Portia, and I will break you” and she pinched the woman’s nose
again, holding to a point of almost suffocation before allowing the woman one
sweet breath. She kept up the torture for almost an hour, Suzzanne was gasping,
in oxygen debt never being given enough time to recover.
“Do
you want to talk now Portia?”
Suzzanne
nodded.
“Good”
replied Monifa and she began to unzip the hood before wrenching it from the
agent’s head. Suzzanne’s face was red and sweaty her eyes red rimmed and she
gasped as the gag was pulled from her mouth trailing strings of saliva.
“Now
tell me who are you working?”
Suzzanne
gulped down another breath “The General” she spluttered.
“Who,
The General, who the hell is he?”
Suzzanne
nodded, “I don’t know much about him, Eastern European, I’ve never met him, he
either contacted me by phone or courier” she lied
So
why does a Communist General want to destroy my Father’s work?”
Thinking
quickly Suzzanne replied “He is an arms dealer, he doesn’t want small nations
developing their own weapons, and he wants men like your father to buy from
him”
“So
he sent you to blow our up facility did her?”
Yes,
I don’t work for a diamond company, I’m a mercenary and assassin, he paid me”
“How
much?”
“200,000
dollars”
“You
come cheap, like all western whores” and a crashing roundhouse punch slammed
into the agent’s head.
Suzzanne
awoke to find herself in another room, possibly a bedroom or dressing room, she
blinked squeezing her eyes shut forcing herself awake. She found she lying flat
on her tummy against a soft leather surface, it was narrow and convex and
appeared to end a few inches in front of her, rather like she was lying along
the arm of a huge leather couch! Her
arms hung heavily down either side and as she tried to move them to raise
herself up she felt resistance and looking down saw her wrists were secured in
tight padded cuffs fixed to whatever she was lying on. Flexing her legs she
felt a similar resistance and a quick glance backwards confirmed her fears, she
was bound along a leather horse, her arms outstretched and her legs spread
flexed at the knee and cuffed at the ankle.
The
door to the room opened and she heard a familiar voice
“Good
Morning Portia I thought we might go riding?”
Suzzanne
twisted around to see Monifa closing the door. The woman was dress in a prim
white blouse, tight white jodhpurs and black riding boots, in her gloved hand
she held a crop. Suzzanne tugged at the bonds,
“Let
me go now, I’ve told you what you wanted to know”.
“Oh
don’t be like that Portia” her voice feigning hurt.
“We
need to talk some more” and she let her gloved hand trail up across Suzzanne’s
bottom and back, as her fingers reached the agents dark locks she grabbed a
handful and yanked her head backwards and she slid the crop under her
chin.
“You
have indeed given me the information and
my Father’s intelligence services are checking it now, if it turns out to be
true my Father may show you mercy, in the interim you’re mine to do with as I
please and I think we should go riding together ” and she slammed Suzzanne’s
head down into the leather.
“Fuck
you, so its heads down for a lesbo lick fest is it, well bring it on bitch!”
spat Suzzanne.
Monifa’s
smile faded, her gloved hands flexed the crop, “I think I need to train you
like a new mare don’t I?”
The
crop whistled through the air landing with a stinging “Thwack” across
Suzzanne’s upturned buttocks, “NNNNNGGGAAAARRR” she bit down on her lip.
The
crop whistled again, THWACK! and again THWACK, THWACK. Suzzanne squirmed in her
bonds, the blows burnt their path across her exposed cheeks and she pressed her
face into the leather, tears welling in her eyes.
After
the sixth blow Monifa paused, Suzzanne's bottom was striped with half a dozen
brightening red welts. Monifa stroked the tip of the crop along her captive’s
sex making the agent flinched,
“Now
little mare let’s get on with the training” and she grabbed the woman’s hair
again pulling her head roughly back.
“If
a mare can’t be controlled she needs some whip and a bit!” and reaching around
she forced a hard rubber bit gag into her mouth, Suzzanne struggled and tried to
spit it out but Monifa deftly fastened the buckle before securing the rest of the
harness over her head. Suzzanne twisted and squirmed the leather of her mount
squeaking as she tried to dislodge the bit.
“Still
feeling feisty are you” and she reached behind the leather horse before holding
up a device for her to see. It was a thick stainless steel “J” shaped piece of
metal about an inch in diameter. At the head of the “J” was a steel ring and at
the tip of the “J” was a stainless steel ping pong sized ball.
“I
use this to keep a mare’s back straight; it’s called a posture hook!” and she
held it steady for her to see. Suzzanne realised very quickly how it worked and
twisted frantically in her bonds. Monifa ignored her efforts and walked around
behind her, Suzzanne felt fingers touch her tender backside. The fingers slid
gently down and deftly but firmly parted her cheeks. She continued to struggle,
twisting her hips but Monifa continued silently with her task. With her other
hand she trickled lubricant from a small bottle into the valley between the
cheeks and she watched it run over the clenched ring of muscle and down between
her pussy lips.
“Nnnngggooooo,
Pleetth!” pleaded Suzzanne, feeling the liquid leave a cool trail, but she
continued to be ignored.
“Now
Portia just relax and it will be over in second” she mocked and placed the
steel ball against the agent’s anus.
Suzzanne jerked “Nnnnggggooooo” as she felt the pressure of the cold metal,
but Monifa was now increasing the force, twisting and rolling the shiny metal
ball, coating it in lube, she grunted quietly as she pushed harder.
“Ooooowth
Nnnggggoooo pleeeth”, Suzzanne could feel her anal ring stretching around the
slippery orb until with a sudden slurp it disappeared and Monifa, a satisfied
look on her face continued to guide the device in until the curve of the “J”
slid between the striped buttocks and lay in line with the agent’s spine.
Suzzanne groaned quietly into the leather, but Monifa gave her little respite,
“Now”
she said “to improve your posture and compliance”.
She
took a length of soft black rope and looped it through the ring on the end of
the J hook, then leaning over Suzzanne she threaded it through a metal ring on
the back of her harness gag before threading it back through the J hook.
“Ready
little mare?” and she pulled on the rope, at the same time Suzzanne felt
pressure from the hook buried deep in her and the pull on her bit gag, she
could do nothing if not comply and she allowed her head to rise obediently.
Monifa continued to shorten the rope forcing Suzzanne to arch her spine,
pleased with the effect she smiled and tied off the rope to the J Hook.
Suzzanne lay still, breathing slowly and deeply, the strain on her back and
neck was intense but the slightest attempt to relax caused the hook to be pull
deeper inside her.
Monifa
circled the horse and its “rider” smiling before she moved nearer and reached
out her hand to cup one of Suzzanne’s hanging breasts. Suzzanne gasped waiting.
Her
tormentor began to softly fondle her breast, allowing the pink nipple to be
rolled between the base of the thumb and forefinger gently tugging it, she stifled
a moan and Monifa felt the nipple stiffen.
“Good
“she cooed, “You like that don’t you, naughty little mare?” and she released
the breast with a final squeeze forcing another gasp from the woman.
“This
is the part of the lesson I like best” crowed Monifa and she unbuttoned the
high collar of her blouse revealing her own ample ebony cleavage, “Now let’s see”
and she dropped out of Suzzanne’s field of vision behind her. Unable to turn
her head she mewed around the bit fearful of what may come next. She jumped
with a squeal as fingers gently touching her pussy, stroking along her slit
still greasy with lube before a finger slid inside her. She grunted and tensed
powerless to resist or prevent the violation. She felt the finger exploring
inside her, then another and another until the three digits roamed at will.
“Good” she heard, “nice and tight, now who shall we ride Ranger or Outlaw?”
Suzzanne's
brow furrowed! What was she talking about?
She
heard Monifa walk back across the room and open a door. Then she heard a
rustling and a light clanking, followed my more rustling and then a
self-satisfied sigh. Then the footsteps returned and Monifa strode round to
face her.
Suzzanne
recoiled in horror, “Nnnnnnnnoooooooog!
Monifa
was now wearing a strap-on over her jodhpurs, the thick leather straps circling
her waist and thighs, but it was no ordinary strap-on it was enormous! At least
a foot and half in length it was about 4 inches in diameter and it looked
nothing like dildos she was used to, this was ridged with moulded folds and a
huge but odd shaped glans, in fact it didn’t look human!
Monifa
let the sight sink in before speaking, she stood with her hands and her hips
and her pelvis forward extenuating the dimensions of the dildo. Almost as if
she had read Suzzanne’s mind she said “Yes it’s not a human cock, it’s moulded
from a real Stallions’ cock, Ranger is my best Arab”
Suzzanne
tugged frantically at the restraints on her wrists and ankles; she would have
shaken her head if she could, if it were not for the steel hook buried in her
backside.
“You’re
going to find out what is like to have a Stallion in your pussy Portia!” and
she gratuitously began to pour lubricant along the length of the giant phallus
before smearing it around the broad shaft, letting her intended victim see the
whole process before she walked back round behind the struggling agent.
Suzzanne felt the woman place a hand on either hip and something firm brushed
the inside of her thigh and then touch her pussy.
“Nnnnnnmmmmmmmooooo,
NnnnnMMMMMMMOOOOOOO!” she pleaded knowing there was no way she could repel the
intruder. She felt the huge head begin to spread her sex and enter her. Her
pussy still sensitive began to stretch around its massive greasy girth.
“NNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!”
she grunted as it slipped through the ring of her pelvic floor muscles
stretching them with its passage and she felt it begin to fill her. Monifa watched
the massive black head of the dildo squash and then begin to part the agent’s
lips, she felt the resistance build then wane as it overcame the ring of
muscles as she gently but forcefully continued to push, the broad shaft
disappearing inside the wriggling agent. Despite its girth Suzzanne
accommodated the intruder although it was not a comfortable experience; she
felt each ridge and vein as it entered her.
“Well
well Portia just over half way, well done! Suzzanne grunted through the gag.
Then she began to feel the monster withdraw before Monifa began the return
stroke. Slowly her tormentor began to thrust the monster horses cock in and out
of her pussy.
“Mmmmmmm”
cooed Monifa watching her body tense and her hips wiggle as she fought to
accept the massive phallus, “how does that feel, big? filling you?”
Suzzanne
grunted at the end of each stroke, any attempt to move resulted in the J Hook
pulling deeper into her rectum; the arching of her back flexed her pelvis
backward and meant that the dildo could penetrate her vagina’s full length; she
bit down on the gag and tried to control her breathing to match the rhythm of
the thrusts.
Monifa
slid her hands over her buttocks and dug her nails in, Suzzanne yelped,
“Come
on little one, move, I really want to ride you!” and she increased the speed of
her thrusts. Suzzanne bit down harder on the gag now, trying to stifle her
cries, the head of the colossal cock was banging against the top of her vagina,
each impact causing her intense pain. Monifa now began slapping each buttock in
turn as she thrust increasing Suzzanne’s torment. Then with one hand she held a
small bullet vibrator against the front of her jodhpurs; Suzzanne could hear
her moans and tiny cries as she brought herself closer to orgasm. Then with one
deep thrust she heard the woman’s staccato moans “MMM, MMMM, Mm, mmmm,mmmm,
MMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!
As
she came Monifa thrust one last time holding the dildo deep inside Suzzanne
before she began to relax. Suzzanne buried her face in the leather, the
thrusting had stopped and she could hear Monifa breathing hard. Then the
gigantic cock began to withdraw and she let out a low moan and a sob as it
finally exited her bruised and gaping pussy.
Monifa
tottered around to face Suzzanne, her face was glistening and sweaty from her
exertions, the huge tool swung before her coated and glistening with the girl’s
wetness.
“I’m
going to leave you for a while, maybe we will canter out again later perhaps
with Outlaw that time”, and unbuckling the strap-on she let it fall heavily to
the floor. The woman turned and left and Suzzanne moaned plaintively as she
heard the door close. She was still bound stringently the hook buried in her
backside, her back arched, and thoughts turned to what other torments
Monifa planned to inflict on her?
CHAPTER 9
Samuel
Mbowe sat in his study sipping his whiskey a phone pressed to his ear.
“Really Monsieur Labone I am very
grateful for this information” he paused.
“Indeed I am aware of the Company that
has requested to survey in Gorana and I shall inform my Interior Ministry to
give them every assistance”. He paused again.
“Well
thank you Monsieur Labone again for informing me and yes I will keep this
matter between us, and goodbye” he
replaced the receiver a look of distain on his face. He was a ruthless man and
there was nothing he disliked more than obsequious petty dignitaries looking to
feather their own nest. The man Labone
was clearly taking some kickback from the survey company to smooth their way in
Gorana and the ideal opportunity had dropped into his lap.
He
pressed a button on his desk intercom.
“How
can I help Mr President” came the instant reply
“Send
my daughter to me now; tell her it is most important”
“Yes
Sir”
Five
minutes later Monifa swung around the door of her father’s study, she had
barely left Suzzanne and was still in her riding gear.
“Monifa”
began President Mbowe looking up; he stopped “been riding Darling?
Monifa
hesitated, “Err in a matter of speaking Father”
“Who
have you been riding?”
She
hesitated again, taken aback “What Father?”
“Who
have you been riding? Outlaw or Ranger?”
Relieved
she replied “Oh Ranger Father”
He
smiled, “Good, good, but I’m afraid we have a problem”
She
smiled back waiting
“It
appears Miss Nixon is not who she seems, she is a British agent, a Suzzanne
Midsummer”
Monifa’s
jaw dropped “What, but…..so her story about this character The General was a
lie?
“Well
not entirely, it seems, there is an Eastern European warlord calling himself
The General but very little is known about him. He is an arms dealer but has
his fingers into politics too” he replied
“But
you’re saying she is British Intelligence, but surely they are not linked to
this General?”
“I
don’t know Monifa, I really don’t know, but I do know we can’t just kill her
now, well not right away any how”
“What
do you mean Father?”
“She
revealed her identity to the French in an attempt to get them to help her out
of Ligeria, it was one of them who told me, so we have to surmise that someone
else may have told the British the whereabouts of their agent, if so they will
come looking for her.”
“So
what will you do Father?”
“She
needs to disappear, at least until they stop looking, we can question her
further about this General then we
can dispose of her properly. Where is she now, she needs to be somewhere
secure, we can’t risk her escaping”
Monifa
felt panic rise, her Father would be livid if he knew what she had been up to,
“Leave it with me Father I will check the security arrangements straight away,
she won’t escape” she said quickly
“Good
Girl Monifa, I knew I could rely on you, I think we need to make arrangements
for Miss Midsummer to visit one of our residential
facilities, will you make the necessary plans my dear”
She
smiled “yes Father she will be on her way tonight”
Suzzanne
opened her eyes as the door swung open and seeing Monifa return she tugged
futilely at her restraints. Monifa walked straight over to her and placed a
hand under her chin lifting her head further.
“Well
Portia” she began, “It seems you have not been entirely truthful with me”
Suzzanne
feigned panic, her eyes went wide and she tried to nod her head and speak, “Ki agvv Ki agvv” she pleaded “pleeth!”
“Oh
we found your General all right, just like you said but it seems you are not
who you say you are MISS MIDSUMMER!!!
Almost spitting the words into Suzzanne’s face.
The
deal was up and Suzzanne’s mock fear faded as quickly as it had arrived her
eyes narrowed as she fixed Monifa with her cold eyes.
“Uccckkk
Uoooo Gitch” she mouthed around the gag.
Monifa
backed handed her across the face
“You
will not be so arrogant very soon, I just wish you and I could have played together
longer but my Father wants you moved away, to disappear until your Government
loose interest in trying to find you, you will be leaving tonight Suzzanne!” She sneered the last word.
An
hour later Suzzanne found herself being wheeled towards a non-descript panel
van. Still naked she had been strapped securely to a sack trolley designed to
hold a person. The bed of the trolley
had a flat narrow pad up the centre section along which the victim lay. Tight inch wide nylon straps had been used
to secure her at ankles, above and below her knees, upper thigh, hips, waist,
above and below her breasts, throat and forehead to the trolley, He hands had
been secured inside leather mitts, forcing her hands into fists to prevent her
grabbing anything and more straps secured her wrists, elbows and arms to the
side of the trolley. Bound in such a way she could barely breathe let alone
move. A Hannibal Lecter style mask covered most of her lower face although
instead of a grille over the mouth it contained an integral ball gag.
The
sack trolley halted and Monifa Mbowe appeared alongside. She smiled cruelly.
“Well
Miss Midsummer, it seems I’m not going to get the time to find out about the
real you mores the pity. You are being transported to a Psychiatric Penal Facility
where you will disappear to all intents and purposes”
Suzzanne
growled behind the gag, her eyes narrow with hate.
“Still
I want to leave you with something to remember me by, at least during your
journey”, she gestured and one of her henchwomen stepped forward and passed her
something.
Much
to Suzzanne’s displeasure Monifa began to rub and stroke her nipples already
quite pert from the cool evening air, before placing a short length of bamboo
across her breasts under each now hard nub. Suzzanne’s eyes widened but she
remained silent. Holding the first piece of bamboo in place supporting the
nipples she placed an identical piece of bamboo across the top of the teats.
Suzzanne tried to struggle, to make it difficult for the woman to complete her
task but the nylon straps held her still.
Monifa
looked into her face, “Yes, it is going to hurt Suzzanne”
The
bamboo rods now sandwiched the nipples, pointing like little pink noses as
Monifa’s assistant looped a zip tie around the middle of the rods securing them
together, she then repeated the process with a another zip tie at each end of
the two rods. Suzzanne’s darkening nipples were now firmly held between the two
rods but Monifa had not finished, holding the rods steady she now caught a teat
between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it through the gap in the rods
causing the areola to now to be squeeze, Suzzanne grunted and clenched her eyes
shut, it hurt. She did the same to the other nipple, before smiling at
Suzzanne.
“Tighten
the ties Pamoja” she commanded and starting with the centre each of the zip
ties was ratcheted as tight as it would go. Suzzanne screamed into the mask her
tender breast buds now cruelly flattened between the rods, dark and engorged
with trapped blood.
“Take
her now” dismissed Monifa and Suzzanne continued her journey towards the vans
her tits burning like fire. Turning her back to the van the sack trolley and
its unfortunate occupant were tipped horizontal and slid in to the darkness of
the van. She heard clicks as it was locked into place then the doors slammed
shut and locked, alone, trapped in the stifling darkness she heard the van
start and move off.
CHAPTER 10
She
was somewhat relieved when the van drew to a halt and she heard the driver’s
door open, flat on her back in the dark the journey had made her feel slightly
motion sick, the pain in her breasts had subsided quite quickly as they went
numb but she was dripping with sweat and the wave of cool air was bliss as the
doors swung open.
Silently
the two attendants hauled the trolley out and upright and began to wheel her
towards a lit doorway. At the doorway
she was handed over to a big man in a white shirt and trousers, she could see
he was muscular under his shirt and he carried a short black baton on his belt.
She remembered this was a psychiatric penal unit.
She
was wheeled into a large room and left in the centre. Strapped as she was she
could only see straight ahead but the room was empty save for a small desk and
a couple of lightweight chairs. She waited; it was cooler here than the back of
the van and her nausea had gone. There was a commotion as a group of men
entered the room, four were dressed the same as the man who had wheeled her in,
the fifth, smaller was in chino’s and an open neck shirt. He was 50… ish, quite
stocky but not big like the others, his tight curly hair had grey flecks around
the temples.
He
stood before the woman bound tightly to the trolley and looked her up and down
before he spoke.
“So
Suzzanne Midsummer, welcome to Kamanga Penal Facility, I am Brighton Adjolo the
Governor, I understand you are an agent of another country?” He spoke matter-of –factly as if they were at
some function
Suzzanne
just stared at him.
“Remove
her gag” and an attendant stepped forward and released the fastening. Suzzanne
gasped as she spat out the hard rubber gag, licking her lips to moisten them.
“As
I said I am Governor Adjolo and I ex….”
See
cut across him “I don’t give a fuck who you are, I being held here illegally,
my government will find me”
He
smiled, “Don’t be so sure after all who knows you are here, then French sold
you out so they won’t tell, you are going to be with us some time, so you may
as well understand the rules. I am a
fair man if you stay within the rules and I give all Patients….”
“Prisoners”
she spat!
“Patients”
he reiterated slowly “a fair chance, and I will give you a chance to fit in”
“Free
me from this trolley and I’ll see” she replied
“One
thing at a time, loosen some of the patients restraints please”
Two
of the attendants began to slacken off the straps around her body and removed
those around her throat and forehead, without warning one of them snipped the
zip ties holding the bamboo rods.
“ARRRRRRGGHHHHH!!!
Jesus Fucking Christ” screamed
Suzzanne as blood flooded back into her nipples, “You stupid fucking bastard,
you could have warned me”
Her
teats still showing signed of being held flat for so long now changed colour
from dusky blue to bright pink and as they did so sensation returned along with
intense pain.
“Enough”
said Governor Adjolo firmly “we do not allow swearing or blasphemous behaviour,
it will be punished, do you understand?”
“Ok
Ok, I understand, now can I get off this trolley please?”
“If
I release you, you won’t do anything foolish will you”
Suzzanne
thought for a moment, who was this numb-nuts, of course she would!
“No”
she replied
“Good
we understand each other, free her from the trolley but leave the mitts”
As
the straps were released Suzzanne looked down her body, crossed by the deep
indentations left by the straps, she slowly flexed her limbs, stretching,
feeling the tone return to her muscles.
“Now
Midsummer” the Governor continued, if you show yourself to be a good patient,
compliant, not troublesome you will be given privileges but as I said bad
behaviour will be punished, look at me when I am talking to you woman!”
Suzzanne
was scanning the room, the men the door, “Sorry” she said, “What did you say?”
He
was staring at her; she could see he was getting worked up, careless.
“I
think we should continue this conversation in the morning when you have had
time to consider your position Midsummer” he said
“Yes
take me to my cell” she said “I’m bored I’d like to get some sleep, it’s been a
busy day”
He
stepped forward smartly, in her bare feet they were about the same height and
they met eye to eye, his face was inches from hers.
“I
will not tolerate insubordination; I will tell you when it’s time to sleep and
time to get up, do you understand?”
They
continued to stand nose to nose, eye to eye.
Do
you understand Midsummer?”
“After
a moment she replied quietly, yes and do you understand this?”
Her
knee drove up into his groin as one glove fist flashed behind his neck pulling
him forward into her other fist driving
upward into his belly, with a loud groan he crashed to the floor like a sack if
shit, clutching his balls.
She
spun to meet the attendants who advanced on her, dropping into a fighting
stance, she kicked out high her foot catching one alongside the head, spilling
him across the floor, on the offensive she lunged forward, slamming one into
another, her bare foot lashed out catching one then the other in the
balls.
She
heard a roar as the fourth man charged her, deftly she side stepped him,
tripping him at the same time, he crashed across the desk, smashing it to
matchwood and she darted for the door. She raced into the corridor to see it
filled by two more huge attendants advancing on her, she prepared to meet them
but before she could attack, pain lanced though her body, her muscles spasmed,
her limbs jerking.
“GGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNGHH!”
she grunted, it had been a trap.
A
second set of spasms hit her body and she slumped to the floor. Before entering the room the Governor had
positioned four men with Tasers on either side of the door with instruction to
be ready for anything.
As
Suzzanne lay twitching on the corridor floor the Governor stepped out of the
room holding his midriff.
“Hit
her again” he sneered
Suzzanne screams echoed down the corridor as
she was Tazed repeatedly.
“Pathetic,
you think I didn’t know who you where and what you were capable of Midsummer?”
Suzzanne
lay groaning on her back in a spreading pool of her own urine, froth at the
corners of her mouth, her eyes glazed.
“You
stupid stupid woman, I think we should give you a spell in the cage so you can
meet the other inmates, don’t you?”
Two
attendants grabbed her by the arms and began to drag her down the corridor
leaving a wet trail behind her. As they reached the door two more men lifted
her legs and the four carried her out and across the huge compound. In one corner was a circular metal cage about
five feet in diameter and seven feet high made of strong steel wire. In the
centre was a steel post with various fixing points up its length.
The
cage opened in half and Suzzanne was hauled inside and propped against the
post. Manhandling her into a kneeling position her hands were pulled around
behind the post and secured with chains. Further lengths of chain were looped
around her neck, upper body and waist to secure her against the post. Feeding more lengths of chain around her
thighs, her legs were spread and fixed apart.
Finally her mouth was prised open and a metal ring gag slipped behind
her teeth. Still only partially conscious after the Taser assault she was
incapable of any resistance and as the cage was closed and securely locked the
men inspected their work. Naked, Suzzanne was chained tightly to the post; her
legs spread wide leaving her fully exposed.
Laughing and talking they walked back to the building as the first rays
of the sun crept over the horizon.
Reality
returned to Suzzanne painfully as she the felt the warmth of the sun on her
skin. Her muscles burned from the shocks and her head ached, she tried to lick
her lips but found her way prevented by the gag. Slowly she began to take in a
picture of her surroundings, the cage, her nudity, her exposed vulnerability.
She tested her steel bonds, no movement there, as the sun rose the temperature
climbed quickly and she resigned herself to another torture session in the heat
to try and break her.
Then
she became aware of voices and tried to twist to find their origin. She couldn’t
see them but she could tell they were moving towards her, within moments a
small group of men had gathered around the cage. Dressed in orange coveralls she
guessed they were “patients” of the facility.
The
level of noise was increasing as the men cat called and whistled at the naked
captive attracting more men. Faces were pressed against the wire as they leered
at the naked spectacle and Suzzanne was glad it was too narrow for them to get
their hands through!
Despite
her predicament she realised she was protected by the cage and she knew the men
would have torn her apart had they got their hands on her, but worse was still
to come..literally!
Thwarted
by the wire but not to be beaten she could see several of men stroking the
crotches of their coveralls and it was obvious what was beneath, within a few moments
several men had their stiff cocks out and aimed at her as they lasciviously stroking them.
Pressed against the wire they massaged their erections, darting out
their tongues at her and telling her what they would do with her given the
chance. Soon Suzzanne was surrounded by a crowd of furiously wanking men!
Then
something hot splashed across her thighs!
She flicked her eyes down to see thick sticky blobs of semen dribbling across
her skin. More spunk splattered across
her breasts and dripped down her belly and then she was hit in the face, a cheer
went up from the crowd. More and more strings of the sticky hot goo sprayed
onto her and the ground around her. The
men were getting more accurate in aiming for her face and she almost retched as
she felt blobs land in her open mouth! Another cheer went up!
From
the window of his office overlooking the compound Governor Adjolo sipped his
coffee as he listened to the cheers from the crowd surrounding the cage.
Suzzanne
was covered in gluey strings of seminal
fluid, her hair was coated, it dribbled from her skin and dripped from her
eyelashes. As they finished, each man moved back to allow his neighbour room to
work. As fast as she pushed the disgusting substance from her mouth a new load
arrived, the taste was in her throat, the smell in her nostrils it was all she
could do not to throw up.
She
was remained in the cage all day and although they flow of men diminished after
a while she was sure some men returned for second and third attempts. Under the
sun the semen quickly dried increasing her discomfort as it hardened on her
face and around her eyes. As dusk approached the men were herded back inside
and she found herself alone.
“Well
Midsummer perhaps you have learned to be a little more compliant today, if not
maybe next time I’ll let one or two on them into the cage with you”
Suzzanne
looked up, bedraggled but unbowed, “Fuck you” she whispered to herself.
“Clean
her up and bring her back inside”
Freeing
her from the post they kept her hands chained behind her attached to a loop
around her waist and left the gag in place before marching her back into the
building and into a tiled shower room. Roughly she was pushed into a cubicle,
“Stand there” said a terse voice and she watched as they unravelled the fire
hose and turned it on her. The spray of water
was cold but welcoming on her hot filthy skin and she turned around in the
stream dipping her head to rinse her hair of the semen before she stood there
dripping. The men marched her out into
down the corridors and into a bare cell with a simple foam mattress on the
floor.
“Face
down, keep still” and the ring gag was unbuckled before the men backed out and
the door closed and the lock turned. Suzzanne allowed herself to relax and soon
sleep washed over her.
Geoffrey
Palmer sat in his office mulling over the spending for his Department, Godfrey
Reynolds had set all services a target of saving 2% of their budgets when there
was a knock at the door.
“Yes”
“Sir,
sorry to bother you but there’s something you might like to see” it was David
Bryant one of the SIGINT analysts.
“Oh
come in David, what is it?”
“This
Sir, it was picked up by the listening room yesterday from the French Consulate
in Ligeria, I only found it today, it wasn’t deemed significant until we got another
message from a source in Ligeria” he held out a pink slip which Geoffrey Palmer
recognised as a message record slip. He
took it and read the contents.
Detained
agent now in custody of Ligerian Security Forces.
“And
then this came into today Sir from our source in Ligeria”
Palmer
read the second message his expression hardening.
Possible
British National has been handed over to Ligerian Security, under name of
Portia Nixon, French intelligence complicit in transfer.
“Midsummer,
she’s alive and the Ligerians have her” Palmer said quietly to himself.
He
looked up, “Thank you David if anything else crops up let me know”
David
Bryant smiled “No worries Sir”
Palmer
picked up the phone “get me the Foreign Secretary”
Suzzanne
was woken by banging on her cell door which opened and three attendants filed
in, two she noted had Taser and batons, she lay still on her mattress.
“Roll
over I’m going to unchain you, so no funny business or we’ll zap you and its
back in the cage”
Obediently
she allowed her chains to be removed and rubbed her wrists.
“Put
these on” and an orange bundle was thrown onto her lap. She unfolded the cotton
coveralls and stepped into them, thin and badly made they were the first
clothes she had worn since leaving Ligeria.
“Now
outside” the two men backed out ahead of her and as she entered the corridor
she found another three men filling the corridor
“Well
well well, six of you to manage little old me” she wanted to lunge and scare
them but didn’t fancy being Tazed again.
One
of the men offered forward a waist belt and a pair of cuffs and she dutifully
held out her wrists as the belt was fastened around her waist and the cuffs
attached, then she was hustled down the corridor towards the governor’s office.
Governor
Adjolo looked up from his coffee and surveyed, his prisoner, Suzzanne glared
back.
“I
take it you now understand the regime here Midsummer, I will tolerate nothing
but complete compliance, and as your stay here is indefinite, well you can make
the choice for yourself”.
Suzzanne
stood in silence, they had been foolish to let her sleep, the rest combined
with her nano technology had repaired her and recharged her and her pin sharp
mind was now thinking of escape.
She
lifted her head slowly to fix him with her gaze and speaking between gritted teeth.
“You
will not break me and your shitty little prison will not hold me and if the
opportunity arises I will gut you like a fish”.
The
governor coughed nervously, “Very well, if that is what you want. Take her to
the hospital block; we’ll see if the Doctor can treat that attitude of yours”
Suzzanne
was dragged roughly from the office, she kicked out at her guards but was
rewarded with bruising baton blows to her legs and ankles until she could
hardly stand before they hauled her into the hospital block.
It
was hardly a hospital, the cinder block building housed basic medical
facilities but amongst the inmates hospital treatment
was a byword for torture. Suzzanne was dumped on the stone floor.
“Doctor,
the Governor would like you to treat this prisoner, she seems unable to come to
grips with the regime here”
A slim
hawk faced Asian man turned
around, wiping his hands on his stained white coat as he adjusted his glasses,
his eyes widened as he saw Suzzanne sprawled before him, he smiled “ take her
through to the holding cell”.
Suzzanne
was hauled up and through into circular room lined from floor to ceiling with
grubby quilted canvas padding and she guessed she was in for some form of
beating. The sergeant lowered a heavy chain from the ceiling and the guards
released her cuffs from the belt before linking them to the chain. Swiftly her
wrists were pulled above her head whilst another guard looped a leather strap
around her ankles and attached it to a cast iron weight on the floor. Helpless
and off balance Suzzanne swung under the chain then without warning the
sergeant grabbed the collar of her
coveralls and in one motion tore them from her body leaving her naked
once again. The Doctor leant in the doorway watching.
“Thank
you Sergeant I’ll call you when I need you” and as the guard left the Doctor
moved into the room and closed the door behind him.
“Well,
so you are Suzzanne Midsummer, M.I.7’s finest?”
Puzzled
she replied “Sorry have we been introduced?”
The
Doctor smiled “Not formally but its seems we had a mutual friend, a patient of
mine”
She
looked quizzically at him shaking her head, “Sorry I’m at a loss, I meet a lot
of low life scum in my line of work”
“Paul
Goldhill” he replied, “You fractured his larynx, he came to me for treatment,
he was on the run, seems you had exposed him to his government, I had to do a
bit of a make and mend on him in the end”
Now
she smiled back “You mean the late
Paul Goldhill and I should have killed him when I had the chance” and she fixed
the Doctor with her gaze “I won’t make that mistake again”
“Indeed
Suzzanne you won’t get the chance again” and she could see his eyes roaming
over her body.
“Still
he was right about one thing” he mused, continuing to leer, “he regretted never
actually taking the opportunity to fuck you and I can see why”
“Go
fuck yourself Doctor! “She spat back
and the smile slipped from his face and stepping around her he grabbed her
thick hair and yanked her head back.
He
hissed in her ear “You need to learn a little respect” and his thin hand
reached around and roughly grabbed her breast kneading and mashing it, he
continued.
“I
can do what the fuck I like to you here, do you understand” and he pushed hard
against her, his hand now roamed across her stomach and down between her legs,
she squeezed her thighs instinctively.
“Take
your filthy hands off me”
He
laughed and she could feel his hard cock through his trousers against her
buttocks as his fingers began to burrow between her thighs.
She
pushed back hard against him “Get the fuck off me you creep” but he continued
his assault and she was powerless to stop his hard fingers as they found their
target and slipped between the lips of her plump sex and she gasped as one
digit pushed up inside her.
He
nuzzled against her ear as he worked his finger around “Mmmmm nice, maybe one
day soon I will get to fuck you”
“Fuck
off, touch me with whatever you call a prick and I’ll snap it off”
He
pulled back harder on her hair making her arch her back and the tip of his bony
finger began to massage her clitoris making her squirm.
“I’m
sure you would but for now you are mine to do with as I see fit, the Governor
wants you to be more compliant so that’s where we will begin” and releasing his
grip he pushed her roughly away making her swing in her restraints.
Pulling
her back by the hair he grabbed her face pressing his fingers into her cheeks. “I
use my medical training and knowledge to extract information from those
unwilling to volunteer it. You’ll make a
change from the standard fare of political prisoners, it’s a while since I have
had the opportunity to use my skills on one as…appealing”
Breaking from his grip she spat “You’ll get
nothing from me, you scumbag”
“We’ll
see” and he jabbed a vicious straight finger punch into her exposed midriff,
winded she was unable to double over. “You’ll break and beg for mercy and tell
me everything I ask” and he punched her again.
Sweeping
out of the room she heard him yell “Sergeant get the Suspension Harness ready
and bring the prisoner”.
“Yes”
President Mbowe spoke slowly into the phone
“Call
for you Sir, the caller says he is the British Foreign Secretary!”
Mbowe
straightened up in his chair taken aback.
“You
had better put him through”
The
phone went silent then clicked
“President
Mbowe, its Martin Whitehouse here” said a clipped Harrow accent.
“Mr
Whitehouse to what do I owe this honour?” replied the President.
“President
Mbowe, it’s a rather delicate and embarrassing matter, I’m led to believe you
have something that belongs to my government”
“I
am not sure what you mean Mr Whitehouse” said Mbowe guardedly. He hated the way
British never came straight to the point.
“Come
now Mr President I have it on very good authority, you have something of ours
and we want it back”
Samuel
Mbowe thought carefully before answering “What are you implying Mr Whitehouse,
I am beginning to find this conversation tiresome”
There
was a pause before the enunciated tones began again, this time more
assertively.
“Mr
Mbowe you have one of our nationals, a woman, we know this, in fact your
Ligerian neighbours were at great pains to reassure us she was no longer with
them”
President
Mbowe cursed silently his weak Ligerian neighbours as Martin Whitehouse
continued
“And
we would like her returned to us immediately”.
“Are
you threatening me Mr Whitehouse” Mbowe asked maintaining his composure, inside
he boiled, he wanted to accuse this man, his government of sending an agent
into his country to sabotage his plans, an agent he now held and planned to make
suffer, but he knew he could not admit he knew anything.
“Mr
Mbowe” continued Whitehouse purposely dropping the salutation “threaten is such
an ugly word, however I’m sure you would not like the British Government to
consider you a threat?. The Ligerians were very keen to avoid any sanctions
perhaps you would do well to follow suit?”
“Mr
Whitehouse, the sovereign state of Gorana will not be cowed by your imperialist
threats; she will defend herself against those who seek to destroy her with
extreme prejudice. In fact Mr Whitehouse perhaps you would like to explain what
this woman was doing here in the first place, espionage maybe, sabotage Mr
Whitehouse?”
He
cursed again, he had said too much. Another pause
“Mr
Mbowe consider carefully what we have discussed before you make any rash conclusions
or decisions, we would consider the release of the woman an act of positive
international relations. We know you are holding her, and very shortly we will know
where you are holding her, we will speak again Mr President” and the line went
dead.
“Damn
,damn, damn” and tearing the handset from the wall he threw it across the room.
The Ligerians had pointed the finger at him, probably the French too and he
knew he had to clean house.
CHAPTER 11
Suzzanne
twisted uncomfortably as the guards continued their ministration around her.
Tight leather straps around the tops of her thighs and waist formed the basis of
her bondage. Her arms were pinned behind her back wrist to
elbow in a “U” shape by a web of straps and rusty chains, these in turn were attached to two vertical chains
which were supporting the straps around her lower half. With the vertical chains secured to an
overhead beam she was suspended upright and securely restrained. Her legs where spread and had been strapped
at ankle and knee to rusty metal stanchions fixed to the floor, this had the
effect of forcing her thighs outward forming an arch shaped instead of a “V”
greatly exposing her neat sex. She was
silenced by a large ball between her teeth behind by a clear plastic panel
shaped to her lower face held in place by a head harness which in turn was
linked to the beam by a chain preventing her from tilting her head.
Movement
was limited, the outward twisting her legs and the fact the beam was not
directly over her but in front meant she was pulled forward from the vertical,
this caused her buttocks to protrude further accentuated by the straps which
framed them, and her breasts to dangle forward away from her body despite the chains
that circled her torso and criss crossed between her orbs.
“Gentlemen
are we ready to begin” said the Doctor
as he strode in throwing his white coat over a chair back and rolling up his
sleeves. The guards stood in a row
nodding and watching. He stopped and
turned to face Suzzanne, she scowled at him from behind her mask, the size of
the ball made any form of verbal response impossible., he smiled and turned
back to the guards.
“You
are all familiar with the majority of the interrogation techniques used here”
he began as if teaching a class “but today we have a chance to demonstrate some
of those specific to female prisoners.
Female skin texture, lack of significant body hair, musculature and fat
distribution all make then susceptible to certain methods and of course that’s
before we consider the specifics, breasts, genitalia, etcetera.”
Suzzanne
twisted uncomfortably this was not going to be pleasant , not your run of the
mill beating.
The
Doctor continued “with the female it is not all about beating, the female can
have a remarkably high tolerance to pain alone, no it’s about stress and
sensory overload.”
He
turned to face Suzzanne, “you can see our prisoner is uncomfortable, in
discomfort, she is exposed and vulnerable, despite how she may seem her anxiety
and adrenaline levels will be elevated while she is under stress. What we need
to do is ramp up her systemic stress levels and we do this overloading her
sensory system”
As
she listened Suzzanne could feel her heart beating, she knew she was feeling
fear, this man knew his trade and she feel was about to feel the full force of
his experience.
“This
is where the female differs from the male, as well as using pain to overload
her senses we can also use what can loosely be described as pleasurable
sensations, but at such a level of stimulus that they became damaging.”
He
turned toward Suzzanne, taking hold of one of her pendulous breasts, hefting
like a weight in his hand.
“Contrary
to belief a woman’s breasts are no more sensitive than many other parts of her body;
however sustained stimulation of the areola and nipple can be very effective”
He
reached into his pocket and pulled out a small object, Suzzanne’s eyes opened
wide as she saw what is was. Releasing her breast he grasped her nipple between
his thumb and forefinger and pulled stretching the teat away from her body. He
held up the object.
“A
straightforward crocodile clip” as he pressed the toothed jaws apart before allowing
them to close over the captured nub. Suzzanne snorted through her nose as the
wicked teeth bit down on the tender flesh, the Doctor smiled.
“Painful
in itself, we can accentuate the discomfort by attaching a small weight to the
clip” as he hooked on a lead weight watching as the nipple stretched downwards
under the pull. He then repeated the process on Suzzanne’s other nipple, she
bit down on the ball it was nothing she could not endure.
He
continued “as well as maintaining a constant and painful stimuli and movement
caused the weight to swing” and her nonchalantly slapped her across the tits
making the weights jump, caught off guard pain flashed across her face and she
moaned loudly into the gag.
“Now
we begin to ramp up her stress” and moving to the bench he paused pursuing the
items of torture spread across it before selecting a flat leather flogger.
“Sergeant
if you would like to demonstrate” and he held out the wide strip of stained
leather. Positioning himself to the side of Suzzanne for a moment he admired
her derriere, thrust out by her enforced posture, the straps of the harness emphasising
the curve of her cheeks, squeezed together and bisected by a perfect cleft. He
placed the flogger against her skin and adjusted his position, measuring his
swing. He drew his arm back and swung, the leather connected loudly with her
skin, she flinched but made no sound, as predicted the jerk of her body sent
the weights swinging and tearing at her nipples, she bit down on the ball
again.
The
sergeant continued to land stinging blows across her buttocks in a slow and
steady rhythm, she jerked with each impact and her thighs and calves burned
from her abnormal attitude. The pain in her breasts was increasing now as the
swinging weights caused the teeth to abrade her delicate skin. All the time the
Doctor kept up a commentary, explaining the mechanics of torment. After a while of the guards changed places
with the sergeant, taking instruction in how to deliver the most effective
blows. Suzzanne was steeling herself for
the long haul, this was going to be a prolonged and concerted torture session
with the aim of wearing her down to break her and she strived to mentally
resist the systematic brutalisation planned for her. After an hour of beating her buttocks glowed
cherry red the skin burning but still unbroken, flecks of blood speckled her
nipples still held in the toothed embrace of the clips. Sweat trickled down her
flanks and frothy drool dripped from around her face mask.
“Time
for a change, try this” called the Doctor and the guard delayed his impeding
swing. Suzzanne opened her eyes in time to see the Doctor pass a stiff wooden
cane to the guard and she clenched her fists her nails digging into her palms.
The
soldier tapped her fiery buttocks gently, correcting his stance before bringing
home his first stroke, the cane smacked loudly as it hit her and its
inflexibility prevented the soldier from following through with his swing but
the effect was immediate, Suzzanne howled through the gag, the pain having
increased tenfold. The Doctor smiled, he would break this bitch. The caning continued, stroke after stroke,
she yowled and sobbed with each one, frothy saliva spraying from behind her
gag. Her buttocks were now criss crossed with raised angry welts stippled with
drops of blood, rivulets of sweat trickled down her back and sides, stinging
her broken skin and darkening the floor beneath her. The Doctor raised his hand to stop the
punishment.
“As
you can see the prisoner despite the obvious discomfort she is in still has
significant reserves of resistance and this we must breakdown, she is now in
significant pain and stressed and now we will add another sensation to overload
her senses”
Suzzanne
tugged against her bonds, fearing what he had planned next, this man knew his craft
and she prayed she could hold out. The Doctor returned from the bench and moved
behind her, unspeaking he looped another leather strap around her hips buckling
it firmly in place. From the front of the strap hung strip of leather as wide
as the belt and punctuated by a series of slits before it narrowed to a much
thinner strap. Reaching under her he grasped the strap and pulled it up between
her legs, Suzzanne remained unmoving. Feeling along the wider part of the strap
his fingers identified which slit lay over the front of her sex. Allowing the
strap to fall away he then produced a ward massager and proceeded to feed its
round head up through the slit, unable to move her head Suzzanne could see nothing
of this. Satisfied it was held securely he raised the strap again this time
ensuring the massager head spread her plump labia and nestled firmly against
the seat of her womanhood, she gasped as he manipulated the shaft of the device
to settle its head fully home, then drawing the thinner part of the strap up
between her swollen buttocks he buckled it firmly to the waist strap. Finally
he pressed the switch and the device thrummed into life, Suzanne visibly
stiffened, her eyes snapping open as she emitted a long low moan.
“The
prisoner is now being subjected to another form of stimulation, dissimilar to
the pain of the cane but as equally hard to ignore. With two powerful but
contradictory forms of stimuli the prisoner will be unable to focus on resisting
either.”
And
he signalled to the soldier to recommence the caning.
She
was flagging now, the massager mercilessly thrummed against her sex making it
difficult to concentrate whilst with each burning caress of the cane she jerked
in her bondage making the weights tear at her teats, to make matters worse with
each movement the heavy shaft of the massager dangling obscenely between her
legs caused the head to rock back and forth across her clitoris sending
heightened waves of sexual electricity coursing through her pelvis. She moaned
with each blow her eyes closed, the pain and the pleasure began to merge until
after one stroke she stiffened straining against the straps and chains, the
tendons and ligaments stood out in her slender neck and she let out a long
continuous grunt as she orgasmed!
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG”
As
it surged through her body her pelvis thrust back and forth making the dangling
massager dance, the soldier stopped his caning unsure what to do.
“No
no don’t stop” urged the Doctor, “you have her” and the soldier raised his arm
again to strike, THWACK!
As
the orgasm subsided and the cane struck home, Suzzanne eyes opened wide,
although her look was distant, then it darted wildly across the audience and
without warning she began to scream and fight, straining and tugging against
her bonds, thrashing, twisting like a captured wildcat. The Doctor looked on,
smiling cruelly and as the soldier continued to thrash her, he stepped forward
and flicked the massager onto a higher setting.
CHAPTER 12
She
heard the bolts of her cell door clanking open but she did not move, not that
movement was easy. The Doctor entered and walked slowly around her. After her initial orgasm he had continued the
torture session for….. She didn’t know it had seemed like an eternity. Repeatedly she had been brought to orgasm
whilst the caning continued, several times she had passed out and each time she
had been revived with smelling salts so that the torment could continue an
amalgam of agony and anguish.
Eventually
they had stopped and freed her bonds before carrying her to her cell. There the
cruelty had continued as the Doctor forced onto her knees between two wooden
posts. Her ankles had been crossed behind her and fastened to an eye bolt in
the floor. A thick steel pole had then been threaded through a hole in to top
of each post so that it ran behind her neck and parallel with her
shoulders. The soldiers had then pulled
her arms out along the pole and secured them with leather straps at wrist and
elbow. Longer straps were looped under her armpits and over the pole and a
final strap was passed around her throat and securing the back of her neck
against the pole, then they had left her. There she had hung since, unable to
move, her legs folded uncomfortably beneath her.
A
he walked slowly around her he noted how her nipples which had been brutalised
by the weighted crocodile clips now only looked pink and slightly swollen, her
buttocks too, earlier marred with thick raised bloody stripes now were only
criss crossed with swollen cerise lines.
“Well
Suzzanne either you have remarkable recuperative powers or we didn’t work you
over hard enough”.
She
heard his words but still did not move, if he knew of her nanotech secrets she
shuddered to think of what her would do to her to test them out.
“Still
tomorrow I have something more creative planned for you; I’m going to
demonstrate the use of enemas as part of the interrogation process. I have some
techniques I want to try, to see which medium is most effective, air, oil or
water”
“Fuck
you numb nuts, do your worst you perverted quack” she mumbled quietly.
He
moved to face her, “Oh then you are awake then, just ignoring me?”
“You
got it creep, take whatever you have planned and stick it up your own arse!”
she replied
An
unamused smile crossed his face.
“Whilst
you have spirit, you have no manners, you need to understand who is in charge
here” and he backhanded her across the face.
She
reeled from the blow, it hurt and she tasted blood, her eyes fixed on his.
“You
won’t break me I will die first you pathetic piece of camel crap”.
Quickly
angering his voice quivered with annoyance, “We’ll see about that” and he swung
his foot forcefully up between her spread legs, kicking her hard in the crotch.
She
moaned loudly, coughing and choking, smiling her kicked her again.
“You
will do anything I say, do you understand, anything” and her grabbed her hair
pulling her head up. With his other hand
he unzipped his fly and fumbled to get his stiffening cock out.
“Anything!,
now suck me and don’t even think about biting or I’ll have every tooth in your
head pulled out before I have you skinned alive and dissected, now do it!”
She
struggled to twist her head but his grip and the throat strap prevented any
meaningful resistance, she clenched her teeth but a punch to the side of her
face made her realise she had no choice, this man was a psychopath her would
hurt her badly. Opening her mouth she felt him stuff his thickening tool
between her lips, he tasted strong, musky.
He
was hard now filling her mouth, jamming her face into his crotch.
“Do
it bitch, suck me, let me feel it! He gasped
She
considered biting down, emasculating him but she knew it would not be wise now;
she would have her revenge one day.
Reluctantly
she closed her lips around his shaft and began to gently suck, her tongue
exploring the contours of his glans, she could taste his salty fluids as his
excitement grew. He moaned as he allowed her captive head to slide up and down
his cock, he felt her tongue and lips caressing him. Her mouth was hot, wet and
silky, he could feel her sucking, his excitement building, he forced himself to
slow down to saviour the sensations and his conquest of this woman.
Groaning his hands were now wrapped in her
hair , controlling the position of her head as he fucked her mouth, she could
feel him swelling hardening in her mouth, she breathed through her nose trying
hard not to gag as he hit the back of her throat, then without warning he began
to moan rhythmically and she began to feel the invader pulse in her mouth, she
tried to pull her head back but his grip prevented it, seconds later he cried
loudly as she felt her mouth begin to fill with hot salty semen and she
reflexly swallowed. After a moment his pulsing and thrusting stopped his moans
replaced by gasps and he released her head allowing his softening tool to slip
from her caress.
His
coming left a bitter taste in her mouth, she retched and she spat out the
remainder, a globule stringing from the corner of her mouth.
CHAPTER 13
The
heat of the day was building as the SUV skidded to halt in front of the camp
gates, a guard strolled from the shade of his hut to the car door as the window
hummed down.
“Open
the gates and let me you fool” yelled Monifa Mbowe; “I need to see Governor
Adjolo straight away.
Flustered
the guard lifted the barrier and with a roar of scrabbling tyres the car shot
forward and raced across the compound to slide to a halt in front of the main
building. Still standing in the cloud of dust the guard watched the woman leap
from the car and race through the door”.
Suzzanne
shifted her weight and twisted her wrists uncomfortably in the dull metal
shackles that held her. The guards had come early that morning to release her
from her overnight bondage, as they freed and straightened her limbs the pain
was excruciating and she found it almost impossible to move them as they
dragged her from the cell. As she saw
what the Doctor had prepared for her she tried to struggle but in her
sapped state it was just a futile gesture.
She
was now standing between two steel posts about four feet apart and five feet
high, an ankle shackled to the base of each post spreading her legs wide.
Between the posts and at the height of her pubis was another steel tube which
she was bent over her upper body now parallel to the floor. To keep her in this position her arms had
been pulled out sideways, backwards and up and locked into shackles high up the
posts. A leather collar around her throat was linked to the floor by a chain to
prevent her trying to straighten up and a combined panel gag and harness kept
her silent.
Parallel
to her predicament were two infusion stands each holding a large bag of fluid,
one clear and one oily yellow, red surgical tubing coiled from the base of each
bag ending in a metal clamp. On a mobile
bench lay a small cylinder of compressed air with a valve and pressure gauge
flanked by tubes of lubricant, butt
plugs and assorted tubing and devices.
Viewed from
behind she presented an appealing site, her tense muscular legs leading
up to the swell of her hips and her peach like buttocks spread framing the lips
of her sex, above the pigmented rosette of her anus signalled the devised
torments. The Doctor smiled, he had his plan for today’s demonstration. Each suspended bag held 5 litres of either
saline or cooking oil. The prisoner’s
positioning allowed free approach to deliver the enemas and to observe any
abdominal swelling a she filled.
The
guards were filing in now ready to observe the continuation of the Doctor’s
interrogation techniques, some noted that Suzzanne’s body showed little
evidence of the abused it has suffered the day before but most observed her bondaged
form with anticipation.
The Doctor had already begun to speak,
explaining the technique, Suzzanne flinched as his hands moved over her
buttocks, his gloved fingers explaining the anatomy of her rectum and anus,
reaching around his hands patted her now soft stomach and she grunted through
the gag. Moving on he selected a large
black rubber butt plug with a hole through the length. The device was thick
narrowing to a slim neck before spreading into a wide circular flange at the
base, he smeared it with thick greasy lube and standing to one side of his
victim so as not to block the view he used the thumb and forefinger of one hand
to further spread the cheeks each side of the twitching ring before placing the
rounded tip of the plug against it and with a twisting action apply pressure.
Suzzanne
immediately stiffened her legs tensing, she tried to twist away as a protesting
moan came from the gag, before changing pitch to a deep groaning as the
substantial plug stretched the muscular ring wide before slipping quickly
inside, her anus gripping the narrow neck. She continued to resist in her bonds
as he connected the tubing from the
water bag to the base of the plug, locking it in place with a twist.
“Now
we can begin, I will let the water flow slowly at first and we can observe the
prisoners responses as the volume filling her increases”.
He
loosed of the clamp a few turns and Suzzanne stiffened as she felt a coolness
deep inside her.
“Stop,
Doctor, Stop now” Monifa strode forcefully into the room, recognising the voice
Suzzanne attempted to twist to see.
“Why
Miss Mbowe” began the Doctor.
She
cut across him, “Sorry Doctor, something has come up, we have to move the
prisoner somewhere more….permanent” She turned to the assembled guards.
“Go
now, the demonstration is over” and as they began to shuffle from the room
somewhat disappointed she pulled the Doctor aside, “The British Government know
we have her and are threatening my father unless she is returned. We cannot
admit we have her, she needs to be disposed of, quickly and I have a plan.”
“But”
stammered the Doctor, “she is an excellent specimen, surely I can keep her
hidden here until I have completed my studies and then I can dispose of her?”
“No
Doctor, the risk is too great, they said they would soon locate her and then
they will come looking, my Father has spoken, we must get rid of her
immediately, now stop whatever you had planned and get her ready to be moved”.
An
hour later the panel roared out of the prison gates and turned right heading
towards the coast. In the dark interior of the van Suzzanne knelt on the hard
metal floor. As soon as Monifa had given
her instructions Suzzanne had been released from her bondage and the intended
enema experiments, but no sooner was she free then the attendants pinned her
down and began binding her ready for transport.
They
had left the panel gag and head harness in place but had pulled her arms
painfully together behind her fastening them tightly with leather straps at
wrist and elbow. Then they had rolled her over before fitting her into some
sort of abbreviated leather strait jacket which consisted of a type of bodice
except it had two apertures through which her breasts were manhandled, pulling
it around her body an integrated collar was buckled around her throat. Rolled
over again she felt them tightening straps down the back of the garment. Next a
wide belt was fitted around her waist and a perpendicular strap was pulled
between her legs over her sex and locked into place at the rear of the waist
band. Further buckles and straps locked her arms to the bodice and waist belt.
Hauled to her feet she was dragged outside blinking into the bright sun and
marched towards the open doors of the van. Inside she was force down onto her
knees and more straps were buckled cruelly tight around each ankle and thigh
compelling her to remain kneeling. As short strap threaded through her crotch
strap and a steel ring on the floor of the van held her in place as the doors
were slammed shut.
The
temperature in cargo compartment rose quickly as the African sun heated the van’s
metal skin and soon Suzzanne was sweating profusely as she was bumped around.
She could feel it coating her skin and trickling into her eyes, down the small
of her back and on any surface where skin touched skin. She began to twist and
work her bindings to see if she could find any slack as in the front she could
here Monifa Mbowe and the Doctor discussing her demise.
“Where
are we going?” queried the Doctor
“To
a small airfield not far from the coast, I have arranged for a helicopter to
meet us there”
“Are
we going to fly her out of the country” puzzled the Doctor
“No
you idiot” Monifa snapped back, “We will fly out from the coast, 30 miles or so
and throw her out, bound and weighed down that will be the last we’ll see of
Miss Midsummer” and she laughed “yes that little bitch will be swimming with
the fishes by the end of today”.
“Hmmmm”
mused the Doctor, “it’s a shame though, she had such stamina and that physique,
so much to work with, do you think I could have a little time with her before
our flight Miss Mbowe, I really would appreciate it”.
“You
can have as long as it takes to make the necessary preparations Doctor, no
more!”
In
the sweltering darkness Suzzanne worked twisting and stretching the sweat
soaked straps, in her head was a plan.
The
van slid to a halt is a cloud of dust and Suzzanne heard the passengers
disembark and voices shouting. Outside she could hear footsteps crunching and
the doors burst open blinding her and she felt the van rock as someone climbed
aboard. “Well Miss Midsummer sadly our paths will soon part forever, shame I
had some very challenging plans for you”
She
twisted to face the Doctor and she glared at him over the gag, her skin shone
with sweat and her hair was plastered to her forehead.
He
smiled like a snake, “Still Monifa has allowed me a little more time with you
before you… depart and I think it time to fuck you before you are…. Fucked!” and he reached back and pulled the doors
closed.
She
struggled but bound and secured to the floor she could not move as he advanced
on her, he grabbed her hair yanking her head back before his hand grabbed her
breast and began to maul it roughly. Forced through the hole in the leather
bodice it was engorged and firm and he kneaded it, occasionally squeezing and
twisting the hard nipple, whilst his captive fought to avoid his grip.
“Enough
of this foreplay” he mocked, “time is short” and he reached down and released
the strap holding her to the floor and pulled her into the middle of the van
forcing her onto her front. Bound there was little she could do to resist and
she had not successfully loosed her bindings enough. He grunted and cursed as
he strove to bypass the strap between her legs but without success. Her
bindings were so secure and interlocked he could gain any access and in his
lust he freed the straps around her legs and began to loosen the strap blocking
his entry to her sex. She felt the straps go slack but didn’t respond. He pulled and yanked at her arms straps for a
while but finding them too secure he rolled her onto her back and attacked the
crotch strap where it buckled to the waist band. Roughly pushing her now freed legs
apart he knelt in to undo the strap.
Suzzanne
waited, she twisted her wrists and felt her arms pull free, gently she
continued to flex her wrists, then the Doctor yelled with success, the crotch
strap was free and he flipped it to one side and straightened up unzipping
himself as he did so.
She
watched as he extricated his hard member from his trousers, a look of triumph
on his sweaty face as he prepared to bury it in her spread sex. While he was
distracted Suzzanne acted, she drew her legs up and back as if to present
herself to him then placed one leg on each of his shoulders. Believing she was
about to comply with his rape the Doctor smiled and grabbed her hips and
prepared to thrust, as he did so she locked her legs either side of his head
and twisted her whole body violently. The effect was to slam his head into the
side of the van. Then she pulled his head toward her forcing his face into her
pussy holding him there locking her legs behind his head. Meanwhile she
strained against the wrist strap until she got one then the other wrist free.
The dazed Doctor was fighting now, his arms flapped as he tried to breath. She
rolled taking the pinioned man with her until she was sitting astride his head
smothering him with her sex, she pushed down hard with her pelvis and could
hear an increase in his muffled cries whilst she ensured her arms were totally
free. Grabbing a leather strap she quickly slid back and looped the strap
around the Doctor’s neck pulling it tight in one movement. As her muff cleared his face he got in one
breath before the strap choked off his breath once more and his fingers clawed
at the ligature.
Still
gagged, Suzzanne breather noisily through her nose and all he could see was her
green eyes fixed on his, filled with hate and revenge. He gasped and she could see
his panic and confusion, he wanted to use his hands to fight her but his fear
made him tear at the strap, she pulled tighter, his tongue began to protrude
and she watched his eyes dim and glaze as his life flickered out. Finally he
stopped moving and his hands went limp, she loosened the strap before gripping
the back of his head and chin and snapping his neck with one sharp movement.
Still
sitting astride the corpse she tore the straps from the harness and spat the
gag from her mouth gasping as strings of drool dripped onto the dead man’s
face. Catching her breath she wiped the
sweat from her face and freed herself from the rest of the straps leaving
herself naked except for the bodice. She
didn’t have much time and she peered between the van doors. Outside she could see
a small military helicopter, a single guard was loading several sand filled
ammunition boxes onto the cargo deck. Checking the other way she could see Monifa
and possibly the pilot outside a small shack.
She thought for a moment, the rear of the van was facing the helo and
couldn’t be seen from where the pair stood talking. Opening one of the van
doors she made a clicking sound to attract the attention of the guard. His face was one of surprise as he turned to
see a half-naked woman in a leather bodice beckoning him toward the
vehicle. Suzzanne pouted at him licking
her lips salciously, sitting in the doorway of the van she spread her legs
exposing her sex and pushed her breasts up and together. The guard made a
double take and looked across at the pilot and Monifa as Suzzanne beckoned him
to come hither. Without a second thought
the man virtually ran towards the van, Suzzanne disappeared back inside and the
guard dived through the door into the darkness. The van rocked for a few moments
then Suzzanne appeared wearing the man’s trousers and T-shirt. From behind the
van door she looked towards the shack, they were still talking, probably
waiting for the Doctor to return. She
checked the automatic pistol the guard had been carrying, it had a full mag,
using the van to shield her she ran at a crouch towards the helicopter, ducking
under the front she climbed in through the co-pilot’s door and shuffled across
into the pilot seat. Monifa and the pilot would hear as soon as she started the
engines, she had to keep them away until it was ready to fly. She cocked the
weapon and laid it on her lap, then began checking instruments and flicking
switches, gauges flipped into life and above her the turbines began to whine as
they spun up.
The
pilot looked up at the noise and began to run towards the helo, Suzzanne saw
him and and swung her legs out of the door, above her the blades began to
spin. As the man sprinted towards her
she raised the pistol and took aim, the pilot saw the danger too late.
The
pistol jerked three times and the pilot stopped running, rearing up as the
three rounds slammed into his chest before collapsing in a heap. Suzzanne
checked around, Monifa had disappeared.
Swinging
back into the seat, she scanned the instruments, the blades whirled overhead,
all the gauges were in the green and she settled her hands on the controls.
Something
caught her eye and she twisted around to Monifa lunging at her with a hunting
knife, she had skirted behind the helo and entered via the open cargo deck. The
knife sliced across Suzzanne’s shoulder and into the seat back. Monifa pulled
back and slashed again, this time Suzzanne was ready and she parried the attack
and twisting her attacker’s arm, she tried to pry the knife from her hand with
a C grip but her shoulder injury slowed her down and Monifa slammed the heel of
her other hand against Suzzanne’s head repeatedly until she lost her grip. Knowing she was at a disadvantage being in
the pilot’s seat, she rolled out of the door onto the ground but Monifa was
close behind dropping down from the cargo deck and adopting a fighting pose.
Suzzanne lunged for the pistol still on the pilot’ seat but Monifa blocked her with
a knife slash. Pain was now developing
in her shoulder and she could feel warmth running down her arm, she knew her
nanotech physiology would soon stop the bleeding but she had no idea how severe
the wound was and Monifa looked like a dangerous opponent.
“I
will gut you like the cowardly bitch you are” goaded Monifa and she swiped at
Suzzanne’s midriff. She stepped back
but without a weapon and carrying a wound she was at a severe disadvantage.
Monifa lunged again, feinted, slashed and Suzzanne felt her breasts sting,
glancing down she saw the T shirt slashed open and blood was welling from a
line bisecting across both orbs, Monifa smiled.
“Come
Midsummer run onto my knife, make your end quick before I cut you into tiny
pieces”.
They
were circling now, Suzzanne on the defensive as Monifa slashed, swapping the
knife from hand to hand, making feinting attacks, once catching Suzzanne across
the middle, shredding her shirt, leaving a bright red line. Her shoulder was
burning now and Monifa would wear her down, weakening her, she had to go on the
attack. She lunged forward, before
breaking to one side, spinning she kicked out and her foot caught the knife
knocking it from Monifa’s hand, dropping, she pivoted and used her legs to
sweep Monifa’s from under her, the woman tumbled. She threw herself forward on top of her
assailant but Monifa reacted quickly, raised her legs and flipped Suzzanne over
and onto her back, she grimaced and grunted with pain as she slammed down on
her back. Then Monifa was astride her
raining blows about her head and face, Suzzanne raised he arms and hands to
defend and Monifa began landing jabs into her ribs and breasts. Knocking
Suzzanne’s arm to one side she sort out the shoulder wound and began landing
punches. Suzzanne cried out and spurred on Monifa drove her fingers into the
wound re opening it. Snorting in pain, gritting her teeth Suzzanne struggled to
protect her shoulder causing Monifa to change her attack, she grabbed
Suzzanne’s breasts, digging in her nails and twisting. Suzzanne screamed,
spitting blood.
Monifa
grinned at her victims downfall, she grabbed Suzzanne’s hair and slammed her
head back against the ground, before rolling her over and twisting her injured
arm up her back, making her cry out in agony.
Locking Suzzanne’s injured arm with her own, she placed one leg across
Suzzanne’s thighs pinning her face down and began to punch her kidney areas
repeatedly. Suzzanne was reeling, bleeding, punch drunk, helpless to defend
herself. After a sustained period of attack Monifa felt her victim go limp and
rolled off, standing up, she kicked Suzzanne in the ribs eliciting only a
groan.
“You
will die now Midsummer, I promise….” she gloated.
Grabbing
Suzzanne by the collar and waistband she heaved her in one movement onto the
deck of the helo, Suzzanne just groaned.
Monifa began to loop chain around Suzzanne’s ankles before looping them
through the handles of the weighted ammo boxes. Pulling her wrists behind her
she looped more chain around her body and wrists fastening the ends with
padlocks. Suzzanne was regaining
consciousness now and began to struggle.
“No
escape for you slut, I’ve bested you and now you will die”
Suzzanne
struggled twisting in the chains as Monifa began to torment her. She closed one
hand around Suzzanne’s neck squeezing, forcing her head back, with the other
hand she began to play roughly with Suzzanne’s breasts, squeezing them, pulling
on her nipples.
“Yes
you like that you whore, I know you liked it when I fucked you, rode you like a
mare”
Her
hand slid down and dipped down the front of the agent’s trousers, she fought to
resist but Monifa’s strong fingers forced their way down and Suzzanne was
roughly penetrated. She worked her fingers in an out.
“You’re
wet you filthy whore, soaked, does the thought of death at my hands excite
you?”
“Fuck
off dyke” wheezed Suzzanne. Monifa’s smile faded.
“Mine
are the last fingers to pleasure your filthy cunt, In a moment I’m going to
take you for a little flight, out over the sea, when we’re far enough out, a
little bank and turn and you will slide right out, and these weights will help
you go… splash!!”
She
laughed manically before releasing her grip and sliding off the cargo deck.
Suzzanne struggled to free herself from the chains, twisting, wriggling looking
for some slack, her shoulder and knife wounds burned, her flanks ached and her head throbbed, she felt her arm
move, she slammed it against the chains and felt them go slack and one arm was
free. She kicked trying to free her legs as she felt the helicopter shudder and
begin to lift off. It was climbing now and she could see the world moving
quickly by the open door. She struggled harder, she had no idea how long it
would take Monifa to get over the sea and when she would be tipped out.
Monifa
shouted back over the noise of the engines, “Not long now whore” and twisting
Suzzanne could see they were moving out over the blue ocean. She fought harder one arm was free and the
other was close, there it was out and she began to grapple with the chains
around her lower limbs.
“Get
ready to say bye bye bye and go for a swim in the deep ocean” goaded the voice
and Suzzanne felt the helo slow and the floor began to tip as Monifa circled.
The weighted boxes began to slide across the floor towards the door and
Suzzanne instinctively grabbed one of the seat legs. As the bank increased they
moved closer to the opening and then one dropped over the edge, then another.
Suzzanne grunted and strained as she took their weight, her knuckles whitened
as the dead weight threatened to drag her to her doom. Her legs were almost
free but the pull from chain around her legs just tightened, then she realised
why. Monifa had looped the chain through the belt loops of her trousers and while
she wore them she was trapped.
Monifa
shouted back half twisting in the seat, “Try as you might you’re going out” and
she pulled the helo into a tighter turn leaving Suzzanne almost hanging
vertically. Gingerly she reached down to the button fastening with one hand,
her other locked tight on her only hand hold. She flipped the button, the
trousers undid and in a second they were torn from her legs and flashed out the
door. As she came free she let out a
scream and rolled close in behind the pilot’s seat. Monifa half turning saw the cargo bay empty
and smiled before levelling the craft and sweeping back towards land.
Suzzanne
meanwhile crouched low behind the seats deciding what to do next, in a few
minutes they would be back over Gorana. Then her hand touched something under
the seat, it was a flare pistol, loaded. Rising carefully on her haunches, she
cocked the weapon, then she launched herself between the seats and into the
co-pilot’s space.
“Remember
me” she yelled as Monifa turned open mouthed her eyes wide.
“But
you” was all she could say as Suzzanne thrust the flare pistol into her armpit
and fired. There was a dull pop, then a muffled fizzing, Monifa’s eyes opened
wider, then faintly at first orange smoke began to curl from her nostrils and
mouth. Slumping back she made a few coughs and splutterings, the smoke whipped
around her by the slipstream. Suzzanne
reached across and unfastened the seat harness before pushing the dying woman
out of the door, watching as she tumbled limp like a rag doll trailing smoke
until she hit the water far below.
“Good
riddance you twisted bitch”
Quickly
Suzzanne swung across into the pilots seat, buckling herself in and pulling on
a pair of headphones she swung the helicopter back out to sea before opening
the throttles and heading north parallel
with the coast. The sun was hot through
the perspex but the slipstream through the door opening cooled her skin and she
found a pair of aviator sunglasses behind the visor and slipped them on. She
ached and her shoulder wound still burned, dried blood coating her upper arm
and boobs and looking down she realised she was virtually naked, her shirt
shredded in the knife fight and her trousers torn off by the chains, she
smiled, if anyone could see what a sight she would make.
Suddenly
her headphones crackled into life.
“Unmarked
helo this is Marine 35, please identify yourself you are entering patrolled
airspace” drawled an American accent. Banking the helicopter she could see two
US Marine gunships above and behind her at 4 and 8 o’clock.
Easing
back the throttles she keyed the mike.
“US gunships I am British agent exiting a hostile country, please
provide me with an escort to the nearest safe base”
“Unmarked
helo steer vector 295, make no unauthorised course changes or we will shoot you
down, do you understand” drawled the reply
She
steered the helo gently around until the compass met the bearing, “complying”
she keyed.
One
gunship now began to draw alongside the pilot’s side.
Her
headphones hissed again, “pilot of unmarked helo can you confirm your identity”
“Suzzanne,
Agent Suzzanne Midsummer of M.I.7”
“Checking,
standby” came the reply.
The
gunship was now parallel with her and she could see the pilots talking and
checking inside the cockpit, the door gunner had her firmly in the sights of
his multi barrelled minigun.
“Agent
Midsummer, can confirm your identity and welcome home, we will escort you to”
the pilot glanced across at her his visored head jerked.
“Holy
shit she’s naked!!!”
Suzzanne
smiled and waved “hi boys, Semper Fi”
Another
voice came on the net, “Marine 35 this is Marine 27 please repeat your last
message “
“I
said shit the limey agent flying that thing is butt naked”
“Yeah
that’s what I though 35…..”
On
the horizon the grey silhouette of warship shimmered in the haze.
EPILOGUE
“Range
to target, 1240 meters, wind left to right 2 kph, can you see him?”
“Affirmative,
shall I take the shot?”
A
guttural voice crackled in the shooters earpiece
“Do
it, nobody uses my name in vain”
“Affirmative”.
Holding his breath the shooter gently applied pressure to the trigger.
Phaatttt!
The silenced rifle kicked back into his shoulder.
Over
1200 meters away President Samuel Mbowe felt as if a sledge hammer had hit him
in the centre of his chest, reeling back he looked down and saw a dark claret
stain spreading across the front of his shirt. A second round slammed into him,
inches from the first and he sagged back against the wall his glass slipping
from his hand and shattering on the tiles before he dropped to his knees and
slumping forward his head hitting the floor the stain continuing to pool
beneath him.
“Target
down….it’s done General”
“Gut”…………………………
THE
END
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