Jenny - Escape back to Danger
Part IV
By Panther
<This the second part of the story Jenny as the Undercover Housewife (Alternate Ending). Idea for this story came from Connie, who mailed me that he (I am assuming Connie is “He”) has thought of a different ending of my story. We collaborated for nearly six months and while I provided the bare bones structure of the alternate ending, he provided the story and did the harder work of actually writing the story. Then suddenly I lost contact with him. After waiting for more than a year, I finally decided to complete the story as I have it. If you like this story, please thank him. >
<Note: This story is a tribute to Brummie's Jenny the English Spy stories in Mr X forum. Characters are taken from the stories already written by him and referred to as well. Also, many plot points and descriptions are from the original stories as well. Finally, this is an adult story containing MF sex. Please do not read this if you are not of legal age in your country.
Feedbacks are welcome at philosopher_cat@protonmail.com. >
< Read the story Jenny and the Undercover Housewife and Jenny and the Undercover Housewife (Alternate Ending) to know what happened beforehand. The recap below is a short description of what happened till now.>
<Story till now: Otto sells Jenny as a sex slave to an African Dictator General Mugu. Mugu sends Jenny to spy on his Colonel where she comes to know about the coup attempt. She tries to help by keeping the General busy with her but he sends her to his army for to be entertained. Jenny was being fucked to death when an explosion occurs.>
When Jenny came to, she found herself trapped under men. After some shuffling she managed to drag herself out and immediately started retching.
All around her were dead bodies. The barrack has been subjected to artillery fire. The part she was in was lightly hit. But if not for the men surrounding her, she too would have been splattered across the room.
Jenny dragged herself out of the devastated barracks and looked around. It was evening. The palace also has been hit by shelling. Sounds of gunfire were being heard sporadically.
The coup must have started sometime in the last night and fighting have been carried through the day, Jenny thought. Suddenly she realized, there would not be a better chance than this to escape. No one knows she is alive. Even that explosive choker is gone too.
She crouched and started moving carefully towards the palace. If she has to leave the country, she needs to have supplies, starting with something to wear and means to travel. Naked and dripping cum, she would not last long.
Moving ahead carefully she turned a corner and saw a sniper.
He was peering at one end of the palace and did not notice her. Jenny looked around and found a long rusty piece of nail nearly six inches in size.
The sniper who was peering through his scope looking for suitable targets, suddenly found himself a target. Someone put a long nail in his earlobe and sweety said "so, what is the news?"
The news what Jenny got from the sniper was that there was a coup. Which succeeded in killing General Mugu. Apparently, they stuffed a stick of burning dynamite up his ass and asked him to run to the other end of a field to put out fire in a bucket of water. He made it halfway. But then Colonel Zilli got himself blown up while showing his coterie how Mugu has died. He dropped a live grenade on his lap and could not get away in time. Along him perished most of his top officers. And now Mugu's half-brother Bobo is leading the counter coup. Major Bobo is madder than Mugu and only half as smart. He has ordered his men to kill anyone suspected to be involved in coup. That had ensured a free for all which is turning into a civil war. So, if the merciful lady be kind enough to remove the nail, the aforementioned conscript would be glad to leave the field and take his family to safety.
Jenny thought and then asked him to leave the gun and not look back. She was worried that he would look back and realised that he got bested by a naked white girl. But the man was more worried about being shot in the back that he ran away as fast as he could.
Jenny took the gun and looked through the scope. The portion of the palace where the harem was situated, was mostly intact. Though there seemed to be a group of soldiers in front of it. The other end was completely destroyed.
Jenny zoomed on the intact portion and everything jumped nearer. Jenny gasped looking the scene. She saw another slave of the harem. She was an Arab girl and had tits nearly as large as herself. Jenny never knew her name.
The Arab woman was hanging from her tits. Her tits were nailed to a board and she was hanging from it. And Bobo was there.
As Jenny focussed on Bobo, she noticed another of the harem member. An east Asian woman. While Jenny focussed on her, Bobo drew out his bayonet and casually thrust it into the woman’s gut. The bayonet came out of her back and extended nearly a foot. Then he slowly drew it out. The woman toppled on ground.
Jenny zoomed out and noticed more dead bodies of the harem members. One was thrust with a spear through her pussy. Another had been used a target practise for bayonets. Other bodies looked like something huge had been inserted into their pussy which has torn them in half and they died after massive blood loss.
Seething with anger, Jenny aimed at Bobo and carefully squeezed the trigger. His head burst open like a watermelon. All the men around him ducked down and then started pointing here and there. Finally, they decided that the bullet has come through the other side of the palace and all of them started firing and running towards that direction.
Jenny slowly slid back and started running towards the palace. She need to know if anyone is still alive.
Aiming in front of her with the gun, the naked blonde entered the palace. She checked the bodies on the ground but did not see anyone alive. Carefully she moved deeper inside.
She found more bodies. The rest of the harem members have been tortured and killed here. Jenny realized that by sending her to barracks, Mugu has accidentally saved her life. The harem members were singled out for brutal rape and torture, after which they were slowly murdered.
Jenny turned a corner and came face to face with Otto. She immediately fired in panic and the gun clicked on empty. Slowly her breathing stabilized. It was not Otto. It was his head. Someone has beheaded him and stuck it on a table.
Shaking her head at the sad end of her most dangerous nemesis, Jenny threw her gun away and moved on. She found some cloths to finally cover her nakedness.
Along the way she passed by the Server room. She found the IT guy shot dead and the server room completely gutted in fire. She knew the paranoid Mugu did not allow any back up to be kept in other location. So, that takes care of all the dirty videos he has shot of Jenny. If she comes out of this alive, maybe she can finally rest easy, knowing no such videos of her are floating by,
She reached the presidential garage and peered inside. It seemed empty.
She carefully slid inside and selected a non-descript military car. Jenny carefully looked around and drove away with the car towards the dock. She had to catch a ship if she wants to get out alive of the country.
Chapter 11: Riding to safety
There were no streetlights in the suburbs of Bahara. Not ever, and now after the coup and counter-coup, there is no possibility of. Jenny stopped behind a crate and peeked around.
She had drove from the palace to the dock. Soon, very soon, the whole country would know that coup and counter coup has killed the president, his brother and his rivals. And then all hell would break loose. Jenny intends to be away from the country before that.
The airport of Bahara was at best an occasionally functional one and there were no flights to the country. Also, there were no planes in the country either. That left the tiny port where cargo ships stop. Jenny had to get on one or else she is just dead meat.
Jenny peered into the darkness and saw a small ship floating in the dock. Its smokestacks were throwing up huge grey clouds which clearly proved that the captain is in a hurry to leave.
Desperate to save her life, Jenny smoothed her blond hair and gave the front of her shirt a tug to show off a little more of her considerable cleavage. The months in the captivity had not been easy. But the now dead president wanted his special spies to be in perfect condition. So, our busty blonde agent lived in what could be most demanding and punishing training condition. To keep his special whore and spy in tiptop condition, the president spared no expense. That meant even after the captivity and the brutal gang rape she endured yesterday, Jenny was sexier than ever. Her skin was glowing with the beauty regimen she was forced to undergo every day, her boobs bigger than ever due to the special oil massages and her body was toned enough to shame a goddess due to the gruelling exercise every day.
The ship was called “Peach.” From near, Jenny could see it was a rust bucket, painted dirty brown to hide the rust.
The ship was idling a few feet away from the jetty. Jenny took a deep breath and ran towards it. She executed a spectacular long jump and landed perfectly on her toes, with a deep bang on the metal deck. Somewhere a door opened and a huge guard came running. His bulging muscles were covered in elaborate gang tattoos up to his neck. Loud music spilt out into the cool spring night. He looked Jenny up and down and said something in German.
“I don’t speak…do you speak English?” Jenny asked.
“Who are you?”
“Take me to the Captain. I need passage. “Jenny recognized the curse word he muttered.
“Show me passport.”
"Take me to Captain", Jenny said doggedly.
“Inside,” he said cursing lightly and looking around nervously and opened the door. Jenny had to press against him to get past and into the pink light inside the cabin.
Jenny navigated carefully inside the cabin. The lascar grew impatient with her slow progress. He took hold of her wrist and dragged her roughly to another door inside the cabin. They stepped into a small room that became very quiet as soon as the door closed behind them. There was another door, heavy and white, opposite the one they entered through.
The guard shouted something in Polish and there was a long reply back. The guard took a long hard look at Jenny and shouted back again.
He turned to Jenny. “I am Dragan, I work for Captain Black. I make sure nobody sees him he doesn’t like. You understand?”
“Yes,” Jenny said. She shouted towards the room desperately, “I just want to get passage. To anywhere really. As long as it is away.”
Someone, presumably the Captain, shouted something back.
“Are you wearing underwear?” asked Dragan.
Jenny was shocked by the question, but answered, “Err...Yes.”
“Okay, take off clothes. Then you see Captain Black.”
Jenny laughed at first, but Dragan wasn’t laughing. She looked up at the cold eye of the guard staring down at her and made up her mind. If showing these creeps her underwear was the only thing standing between her and freedom, then it was a small price to pay.
Jenny began to undress. She untucked her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Beneath that she was wearing a white lacy bra that cradled her breasts. She turned her back to the man and unbuttoned her pants. Jenny took a deep breath and bent forward as she slid her pants down over her lush hips and beneath her firm butt. She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, just a pair of modest pink cotton panties that fit snug against her ass. Dragan whistled again.
“Stand up straight,” said Dragan.
Jenny forced a smile. Dragan told her, “Turn around now”. “Bend over,” he commanded and, after a moment’s hesitation, she obeyed.
For the first time getting on that ship, Jenny felt afraid. "You’ve been raped by a barrack full of soldiers, tortured by the most fearsome torturer," Jenny told herself. "This isn’t half as bad as being in the torture room with Otto".
“He see you now,” said Dragan. “Give me clothes. You have them back when you go.”
Jenny handed him her folded shirt and pants with her sensible shoes atop them. The door clanked and swung open. The blonde agent stepped tentatively into the darkness of the adjoining room, feeling her near-nakedness and her utter vulnerability with each step. It was so dark that she could hardly see the floor at her shuffling feet.
“Hello?” Jenny called. She took another step into the darkness and then something, a sound or just instinct, made her turn back to the door to escape. Too late. A steel handcuff clicked into place and both of her hands were trapped.
Jenny tried to scream but cloth was stuffed in her mouth and another unseen assailant appeared behind her. Then the lights came on. Jenny caught a glimpse of the room she was in and saw it was full of covered crates.
A peek told her that the other man was roughly the same size as the muscular guard. They grabbed her by her bound wrists and ankles and easily lifted her up between them. Dragan and his friend carried Jenny down a long hallway. The man holding her feet shifted his hands and moved one to her ass. He gave her panty-covered cheeks a squeeze. His fingers pressed the cottony fabric into her crack and tight against her pussy. Her heart beat faster. Jenny wanted to scream. She wanted to fight him as his fingertips snuck beneath the fabric and caressed her smooth ass. But she held her breath and remained motionless fearing the alternative more. Mercifully, Dragan said something and the hand withdrew.
They carried her up a flight of stairs and their footsteps softened as they stepped onto carpeted floors. The lighting was better there and the busty bimbo was hauled into a large cabin with a round window facing the dark and now burning city of Bahara.
Jenny was dropped into a chair, a position that pressed her bound wrists down towards her butt and forced her to thrust out her huge globes. She was sitting across a wide desk from a middle-aged man with dark eyes, almost as if he was wearing eyeliner. He was handsome, aristocratic even, dressed in a simple robe of black silk monogrammed with the name SERGEY. He smiled at her. The receding wedge of his hairline added to his masculine menace.
"Agent Cumbucket," he said. "Why have you come to visit me?"
"I...I... need to leave," was all a surprised Jenny could manage.
"Yes, I have not yet decided what I am going to do with you. That is why you and I are having this conversation. I can get some very interesting offers for you on the market".
Her breath seemed to have stopped and Jenny realized she was not out of danger yet.
"Convince me that you are worth more and I will not make the call to the port master." Sergey's words were cold and his message was clear: Jenny had to come up with a reason that not selling her would be worth more to Sergey. Jenny was still thinking about what she could say when he snapped his fingers. Dragan and the other brute took hold of her by her shoulders and lifted her up.
"Wait," Jenny said desperately. "Wait. I'll...I'll suck your cock."
It was the last thing she felt like doing. She wanted to fight and scream. But she also wanted to go home. She looked at his dark eyes and repeated herself, "I will suck your cock. It will be the best cocksucking you have ever got in your life."
"Stop," said Sergey. "Bring her over to me."
They carried the curvy blonde by her armpits over to Sergey and dropped her onto her knees at his feet. He looked down. His rapacious eyes drank in her white lacy bra stuffed to overflowing with bulging alabaster breasts, her stomach flat and ridged with muscle, her wide hips topping long athletic legs. Finally, his dark eyes came to rest on her loins. Her tiny white panties seemed to be painted to her body indicating to his trained eye that the relevant area was shaved bare. His stomach gave a lurch as he realized that the lace material was pulled tight enough to give her a distinct camel toe. His slick tongue slowly licked his thick lips and his palms began to sweat. Jenny looked away from him and resisted the urge to cry.
He hooked two fingers into the front of her bra and tore it open. The sides seemingly under massive pressure sprang apart. Jenny's eyes stared downcast as she allowed the white lace garment to slide down her arms. Sergey stared open-mouthed at the sight revealed. Jenny could almost feel his hawk-like stare boring into her tits and a familiar erotic throb started in her nipples.
The captain of the ship stared at the blonde’s globe like slightly quivering tits. He could swear that her large areolas and nipples were growing and darkening as he watched. Jenny's nervousness at displaying her body so blatantly to this stranger was having a distressing effect on her. Her breasts seemed to be coming alive, her stomach tightening and her loins fizzing. She could swear she could feel the blood filling her nipples and her pussy lips becoming engorged and puffy. Her clit was growing and hardening. The pale heaviness of her breasts bounced and spread on her chest. Her tan nipples were stiff with fear, the large areolas crinkled up in the shuddering cold of her terror. She wanted to cover up, but with her arms bound tightly behind her back, she could only thrust her breasts forward.
"Look at these." Sergey brushed his fingertips over the swells of her breasts and across her aching nipples. "I know many girls that would pay a fortune for breasts like these, but you came by them naturally, didn't you?"
"Y-yes," She admitted. Her flushed face crept down her throat and to her breasts as Sergey tugged at her nipples. Jenny jerked as he rested his sweaty left hand on her wonderfully flat belly. He smirked and slowly lifted his hand until it cupped her magnificent left breast. He could feel her heartbeat jump and see her breath quicken as a shudder rippled through her body. His grip tightened luxuriating in the soft velvet feel of her skin. His fingers pressed into the soft mass of boob meat slowly squeezing it in his large hand until the flesh bulged between his fingers. As if hypnotized he stared at her chest as he moulded her tit shifting the pillowy mound round her chest. The nearly naked blond closed her eyes and bit her lip as his thumb and forefinger closed over her already erect rubbery nipple and pinched it firmly. He twirled and pulled at her tits peak making it change colour as her body reacted to his manipulation.
The more his left hand massaged her tit the pinker her cheeks and upper chest grew and the heavier her breathing became. The Captain being a man of many ports knew just how to arouse her body as he caressed her flesh. He switched to her other boob and gave it the same treatment moulding and tugging and tweaking until it too sported a dark red erect nipple and puffed-up areolas. He took huge pleasure in manipulating the ripe young blonde’s body not caring what desperation has brought her to his lap. He would forever be a small man in the commercial marine industry, but today he felt like a king.
Jenny must have let out an involuntary moan because Sergey and the others laughed. "Dragan, she likes it," said Sergey. He released her breasts and sat back in his chair. His hand moved to the cloth rope that tied his robe.
"You will like this, Agent Cumbucket. Pretty girls always love thick Bulgarian cock."
He opened the robe. Jenny wanted to look away from it, really did, but her eyes were drawn to the fat cock sticking up in his lap. It was no longer than most she had encountered, but it was very thick and bulging with veins. The aroused head was nearly purple and his heavy balls dangled between his thighs. Jenny was starting to say something when Sergey reached down and pulled her head roughly into his lap.
With her hands behind her back, there was nothing she could do to avoid what was coming. With one hand on her and the other wrapped around his thick cock, Sergey pulled her face into his crotch. The hot tip of his hardness pressed against her cheek and dragged over her tight lips. Jenny exhaled through her nose and inhaled, scenting the rich musk of his dark pubic hair.
"Open up," murmured Sergey.
Jenny looked up at him. At his huge cock and dangling testicles. Her blue eyes met his dark eyes and Jenny leaned forward, parting her lips, opening her mouth to accept the hot flesh of his glans. The hot, salty bitterness of his manhood pressed down her tongue and stretched her lips. She took him to the back of her throat and he pressed on her head, forcing his cock into her throat and making her choke.
“Oh, that’s good,” he laughed and held her like that. Jenny struggled to breath. Her nose was buried in his fragrant pubic hair. His cock invaded her gagging throat. Drool poured down his shaft. She was gagging so much that she felt like she was going to be sick.
Just before she lost her dinner, Sergey wrapped his hand in her blonde hair and lifted. He pulled her mouth, gasping, off his fat cock. He twisted her head so that her face was towards him and he slapped his prick her wet lips. Tears of discomfort and humiliation streamed down her cheeks.
Sergey must have seen the hatred in her eyes, because he said, "Don't be angry at me, bitch. You came to me. I did not bother you."
Jenny knew when she was defeated. She was the one, who would be raped to death by a horde of thugs in Bahara if she was lucky. If not, Jenny shuddered to think. She had to get out of the country. Determined to prove herself, Jenny extended her moist tongue and slowly lasciviously licked the purple helmet covering it in saliva while staring lovingly upwards into Sergey's eyes. As good as her word Jenny used every trick she could think of. She licked the entire length of his cock, attacked it from above and below. Lovingly sucked on his balls.
Jenny released his shaft and plunged it deep into her mouth but instead of just keeping it there she sucked hard as she slowly withdrew her lips. The saliva covered shaft appeared from her hot lips then she plunged him inside her mouth once more. He felt his cock-head hit the back of her throat as nearly the whole of his cock disappeared inside her face. More and more saliva filled Jenny's mouth until it began to drip from each corner and down onto her mammoth tits. Soon both jiggling mounds shone under the cabin lights.
Sergey pulled her head forward sliding his cock between her full lips and deep into her hot wet mouth. At first, he gently pulled and pushed her head back and forth slowly sliding his cock into her mouth and over her tongue but he couldn't last long. He could feel his climax building so he began pulling her to him harder and harder fucking her face with vigorous enthusiasm.
The blonde’s huge breasts were swinging below her torso as Sergey moved her body with even more urgency until suddenly, he pushed her down and gripping her blond hair forcibly bent her face upwards.
Jenny stared up at him and slowly opened her mouth wide. Sergey's semen erupted in a sickly white arc to slash down in a line from Jenny's forehead to her chin. His second eruption landed perfectly across her lips so most of it seeped into her mouth. Then his final jerk dripped another few drop of jism onto her tongue.
The blond slowly licked her semen covered lips then closed her mouth and swallowed hard all the while smiling as if his semen was chocolate flavoured.
'Wow' exclaimed Sergey. 'That was great babe. You're in'.
“Th-thank you,” Jenny said. Dragan and Viktor laughed. It might seem funny to anyone that, a topless, cum-smeared woman, bound and on her knees, thanking the man whose cock she just emptied. Jenny struggled to catch her breath while Sergey scribbled away on a piece of paper.
“Fifty thousand dollars I can get selling you to slavers,” he said. “I expect you to provide that much worth of service.”
The thought turned Jenny's gurgling stomach more than Sergey’s cum. She already whored herself once, now she would have to do it again.
"Err...how much service are we talking about," Jenny asked hesitantly, not sure if she would like the answer.
"There are seventy-nine crew members on this ship. I expect you to never say no to any of them. Some of them are simple farm boys, who would be ashamed to go back and tell their mama that they raped someone. So, until we make the next port of entry, you would happily do anything and everything my crew asks of you. Or else, you can swim to wherever you want to go. Agreed?” Sergey looked her in the eyes.
Jenny swallowed her fear and said, "okay".
An hour later
Jenny found herself on a sturdy steel bed in the hold. The beautiful blonde agent lay back luxuriously upon her bed. Her body, though naked, has been bathed clean.
“Well, all things considered, this isn’t so bad…” our busty blonde bimbo thought.
Then, she slowly and obediently spread her long legs, allowing the waiting, burly, greasy deck-hand to step up and take his place. He undid his pants, and Jenny's lips dropped and gasped in shock as she saw the surprising size and girth of her first customer. Then, grabbing the big boobed blonde by her unresisting thighs, the large man manoeuvred into position and, smirking smugly slammed home.
“Oh my God!” the lusty blonde yelped as she got brutally entered again. Despite all that had happened, her pussy promptly began to juice eagerly around the deckhands thick, deep, brutally pumping member.
“Ah, good! Having fun already, Agent Cumbucket?” the Captain said as he appeared from a row between two containers and strutted up to stand over her. Head shuddering with pleasure, the blonde agent looked up at him and blushed. Grinning, the captain held up a clipboard. “I make a checklist. All crew listed, plus spaces for the number of times fuck the agent Cumbucket, and also the level of pleasure, and for complying with the requests without question. All men satisfied, we give you free passage.” His smile darkened. “Anyone unhappy we tie you to masthead, film you and call the Baharan authority. Any questions?”
“Y-yes!” Jenny moaned, as her body started to shudder helplessly with steadily pumping penis. “How… how many days is it to Aberdeen, Scotland again?”
“Many!” the Captain laughed. Turning he strutted away from whence he came. “Have fun slut! See you tonight in my cabin!” he called over his shoulder. Then he was gone.
To either side of the agent’s deck chair, a long line of deckhands impatiently waited for their turns. To the shipping containers above her head had been pinned crude sign, reading “Ship’s Slut”.
“Well… well… at least I won't be standing before a firing squad anymore,” agent Jenny Richards moaned, her voice rising and falling in pitch with each thrust of her skilled but brutal Dutch customer. Her moan rising steadily as his deep ploughing made her come.
More sighs and gasps of pleasure echoing softly down its immense deck, the tramp freighter Peach turned slowly and ponderously out into the open ocean and began what would eventually go down in its captain’s log as the slowest and yet most pleasurable circumnavigation it had ever performed. The journey of four days from Bahara to Scotland would be performed in more than four weeks and only when the ship was about to run out food, fuel and water.
But that would be a long long four weeks for our poor and naive heroine.
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Five weeks later
Jenny looked up from the cock she was slurping on. With her head on the man's lap, she barely realized when she had finally reached her destination. She felt the urgent vibrations in the cock in her fist. Without wasting any moments, she quickly plugged it between her lips. Her experience did not fail her as the hot semen gushed out of the cock and Jenny sucked it like a pro without a single drop falling outside.
"Geez. Thank you, lady,", the middle-aged man said with a relaxed smile.
"No. Thank you", Jenny said with a smile as she licked him clean.
As the car dropped the beautiful busty agent in the quiet neighbourhood, Jenny quickly moved to the safe house. The key was in its usual place and only when she was inside, checked all the rooms for any unexpected surprises and locked the door, she finally relaxed.
It was a long five weeks from escaping Bahara and finally reaching London. Four of them she had spent on her back and knees serving the crews of the tramp freighter. There were no single waking moments and very few not awake moments too when she didn't have one or more cocks in any of her holes. The crews were horny and Jenny hadn't the luxury to say no.
After the Captain left her on the dock in only a robe, which charitably can be called as honeymoon nightwear, it took Jenny another week to reach London without alerting anyone. She hitchhiked with strangers. She paid the only commodity left with her, her body. She offered blowjob for day trips and full-on fucking for letting her stay the night in a motel. She also broke both the arms and legs of a man who tried to gut her with a rusty saw. Police are still looking for their saviour in the unexpected arrest of a long-time serial killer in that area. But that is a different story.
But, after sucking and fucking her all the way from Bahara, she is finally here, at MI6 HQ. Now, she just needs to contact someone, who can help her. Giddy with joy and relief, Jenny knew who that would be, her best friend, Suki.
Smiling happily, Jenny dialled Suki's number from a public phone booth. She did not realize that she is about to get trapped into even more dangerous situation.
This is not the end of the story. Jenny will be back in Jenny’s Final Mission to continue her story.