Jenny and The Butterfly Effect by Panther [The butterfly effect is the concept that small causes can have large effects. The revolution in an east European country results was a small cause. The effect will happen over the course of the story] Prologue Vladimir Jackovski is a proverbial little old man with a broom. No one would believe that the short old man (5'5" and 55 looking like 70 years old) with a broom, who is always seen sweeping in little circular motions everywhere in the MI6 was a trained spy with an eidetic memory. No one would also believe that the little old man is actually a quite strong man who can give men half his age a complex in strength and stamina. He has been placed in MI6 as a sleeper agent 30 years back from an unfriendly nation of east Europe. His job was supposed to be reading all the secret documents and passing them on to his handlers. However, just after starting his menial job in MI6, his nation in Eastern Europe suffered another revolution. His handler, the only one who knew his identity, got hit by a bug of patriotism and returned to fight for and against his country and was quickly shot for his troubles. The new regime, partly to compensate for the relatively bloodless revolution and party to justify their People's Revolution tag, burned all the documents of the counter intelligence department. That left Vladimir in a secured job with no one to report to. Being the thoughtful and patient type, he decided to continue his job in MI6. Time passed, and soon Vladimir was the true invisible little old man of MI6. He went everywhere and heard everything. He also swept after hours and read any documents carelessly strewn around and filed them in his eidetic memory. That is how he came upon the hastily written note of Dr. Rodwell regarding the agent Jenny Richards. The note contained two phrases Freud's Rules and Dream Interpretation. And a short description of how the hypnotism works. Dr. Rodwell has written the note hastily and then judging it too risky, thrown it into the bin. All such documents thrown in bin get incinerated. But he hadn't counted on the eidetic memory of Vladimir Jackovski reading that note. Ever since, Jenny Richards join the MI6, Vladimir has a special feeling for her. He lusted after her. But being a cautious man, he never gave an iota of impression of so. Therefore Jenny was completely unaware of the said individual of Vladimir Jackovski and would be very hard placed to remember who actually sweeps the floors every day. However, just a few days after this Dr. Rodwell was murdered in betraying his country and Vladimir judged it to be too risky to try his new found knowledge about the big-boobed blonde agent. Therefore, he did, what he always done well. He waited and planned. [Effect 1 - Vladimir becomes a free agent] Chapter 1 The blonde bombshell MI6 agent Jenny was feeling a little drowsy. Last night Henry again fucked the living daylights out of her. Henry is her neighbor who is also her fuck buddy. They have this thing going on for a month and Jenny was getting bored with the same type of sex and was thinking about breaking off with him. Suddenly Henry seemed to change himself overnight. On most nights now for couple of weeks he is showing up as a robber and when Jenny wakes up to investigate the sounds, he ties her up and performs mind-blowing sexual acts with her. To further amaze Jenny he seemed to be changing his style, smell and even cocks every day, though Jenny is a little confused how that actually happens. The sex is amazing. Moreover when Jenny told Henry about his amazing performance last time, he was a little confused and asked in great details what he did. Jenny did not mind telling him about the robber mask and the tying up. Henry seemed jubilant after that and was heard calling his poker buddies and yelling about debts. Last night, Henry seemed like smallish guy with a strong smell of curry and a normal sized cock (compared to the night before when he has almost resized her pussy with his gargantuan cock). But last night he was skillful in a way that only a man with a normal sized cock can. He kept her in constant orgasm for straight twenty minutes after jack hammering her sodden wet pussy for one hour, squelching her juices on her bed. Finally he took her ass and Jenny screamed and moaned her way to blissful orgasm. Then he put the largest vibrator she had into her pussy and set it to maximum power. She screamed into orgasms until the battery ran out. When she finally woke up in the morning he was gone. She put the vibrator battery in charge before leaving for work today. Jenny was finally relieved to see the clock strike the lunch hour. She wouldn't have been so if she knew that Vladimir Jacovski has finally finished his planning and was ready to execute his master plan for the delightful Jenny Richards and the abundant charms of her body. Jenny decided to go for lunch break. She goes to the rest room to refresh herself before taking the break. As she enters the restroom, the trap is sprung. As soon as Jenny locks the cubicle door, Vladimir puts up the "Cleaning In Progress" board outside the restroom and locks the door. Then he patiently waits until Jenny comes out of the cubicle. The moment Jenny unlocks the cubicle door and starts to open it, Vladimir says, "Freud's Rules". Jenny froze then straightened to stand staring into space. Very carefully Vladimir approached her and waved his hand before her staring eyes. She didn't move a muscle or respond in any way. Satisfied he spoke very softly 'Jenny do you know you who I am?'. 'No' 'I am your master. You will obey all my instructions.' 'Yes Master' Vladimir breathed out slowly. 'Please remove your dress.' Jenny slowly reached round behind her and pulled the zip from between her shoulder blades down to just past her hips. Moving as in a dream she slipped the shoulder straps and let the light summer dress slide slowly down her body. Vladimir has been lusting after Jenny for years and imagined her in various fantasies. Still see her undress he exclaimed out loud 'Jesus H. Christ' as the blonde’s fabulous body was revealed. Jenny stepped from her dress and absent mindedly laid it on the floor before returning to stand upright clad only in black lacy bra and panties garter belt and neutral tan shear nylon stockings and shoes. He stared at her. Never had he seen such a perfect specimen of womanhood. Her heeled shoes gave extra length to her already mile long dancers legs. Her exercises had given her muscular thighs that would crush a man as she pleasured him to death. Only the thinnest layer of her lacy high-sided panties covered her womanhood. Her wide hips narrowed to a tiny waist. A superbly flat stomach led up to a black lacy bra holding in its 38FF embrace two breasts of prodigious proportions. Blonde hair reached down over her shoulders just touching the top of her bosom and surrounded her supermodel face with its elfin features with slightly overlarge almond eyes, her button nose and full soft pink lips. His voice trembled slightly as he gave his next instruction. 'Jenny, please remove your brassier'. Jenny reached back and deftly unclipped her bra and shrugged it from her shoulders. Vladimir goggled at the perfect breasts revealed as they jiggled delightfully on her chest before settling. The restroom was quite warm but Vladimir felt it getting hotter as he stared at Jenny's exposed bosom. Not only the great beach ball like mammary but also the dark pink areolas that must have been three inches across and the central peak of her nipples currently lying quiescent. His trembling hand reached forward and settled under her left breast. He lifted it an inch amazed at the weight then slowly brushed his thumb across her nipple. In spite of her trance he felt her body tremble as his fingers contacted her skin causing pleasure to erupt within her tit. He watched astonished as her nipple seemed to leap into life and start to grow. Mesmerized he scraped his thumb nail over her areola and watched that expand and darken until Jenny seemed to have a lightly tanned breast with a dark areola plonked on the front of it and a huge nipple sticking up proudly from that so the whole breast looked like a cupcake with icing and a cherry in the middle. Definitely good enough to eat. He gently ran his finger tips over the blonde woman’s spectacular jugs and couldn't stop himself saying ‘God you've got have the most beautiful tits ever do you know that?' 'Yes Master. Many people have said so'. Did he detect a note of pride in her voice. He couldn’t be sure. He breathed out then raised his two large callused hands and softly took a breast in each hand and dipping his head sucked Jenny's left nipple into his mouth engulfing her flesh in warm wetness. He smirked as he heard her groan. Gently he squeezed each breast as he rhythmically sucked drawing more and more of her breast into his mouth. He sucked harder and stretched her tit flesh until it popped out of his mouth with a wet slurping sound. Her areolas and nipple had grown even more under his ministrations. He sucked her tit again and again drawing her nipple out until it was fully erect then swapped sides and gave her other breast the same arousing treatment. Releasing her breasts he dropped his hands to Jenny’s butt and gripped her cheeks through the lacy panties while continuing to suck on her tit flesh alternating between circling her nipples with his tongue and nibbling on her puffy areolas. The busty young blond agent's chest turned a deep pink as she became more and more aroused. Her areolas expanded to sit atop her breast each small bump and crinkle becoming darker and darker as Vladimir's sucking drew blood nearer the surface of her flesh. Vladimir worked on her breasts becoming more ardent making her body rock to and fro as he molested her. Releasing her erect nipple from between his teeth he looked up and said 'Jenny you will orgasm. That is an order from your Master. Orgasm now.' Jenny’s hands gripped Vladimir’s head forcing his mouth back on to her breast. He opened his mouth as wide as he could sucking in as much of her breast as possible as he sucked and sucked on her flesh and filled his large hands with her panty clad buttocks Jenny shuddered as an eruption of warm pleasure exploded in her genitals. Gradually Vladimir slowed his sucking as Jenny's orgasm subsided until he released her breast leaving it reddened and still shiny with saliva. He looked up at her face. Her cheeks were pink and she was breathing a little harder than before but she still stared sightlessly into space waiting for his next instruction. Vladimir fished out his already hard cock and aid, 'Get on your knees and suck my cock. It will be the best cock sucking you has ever done in your life. You will suck until it spews hot milky jism down your throat. Then you will lick me clean so that not a single drop is spilled' 'Yes Master' Jenny knelt down in front of him. His cock was hung down before her face. It was quite large and was dark red with the erection. She took him in her small hand and she opened her soft pink lips and fed him into her hot wet mouth. She inched closer and then took the head in her mouth. Jenny removed her hand and allowed his cock to thrust further into her mouth until his angry red cockhead touched the back of her throat. She gripped the shaft in her hand but this time she extended her moist tongue and slowly lasciviously licked the purple helmet covering it in saliva while staring lovingly upwards into Vladimir's wide open eyes. As good as her order Jenny used every trick she could think of. She licked the entire length of his cock, attacked it from above and below. She lovingly sucked on his balls while masturbating his shaft. 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 triggering her gag reflex. 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 harsh lights. Vladimir’s cock literally exploded its first wad shooting between her breasts and striking the bottom of her chin. He reared back, his cock shooting off furiously over her breasts. Long wads of semen shot out from the tip, covering her breasts, chest, and face. One long strand of sperm fell directly in her mouth and Jenny swirled it around and swallowing it. Her upper torso was coated in semen. Vladimir leaned on the wall to catch his breath. Jenny stayed kneeled down with a loving gaze at her master. When finally his heartbeat returned to normal, Vladimir said, 'Clean up yourself so that no one is aware and then return to your desk. You will return here at this time every day. You will also forget everything happened in this room. You will wake up as soon as you leave the rest room. You will imagine this duration was spent in lunch.' He turned to leave and then though and turned back, ‘Also, don't wear a panty from tomorrow' After cleaning herself thoroughly Jenny returned to her desk and was dismayed to find that she still felt hungry even though she had lunch a few minutes back. With a sigh, she just grabbed a burger for snacks, even though she avoids all junk food. She wondered briefly why her knees hurt so much and what the funny taste in her mouth is. [Effect 2 - Jenny starts eating on junk food.] Chapter 2 It has been a week since Vladimir hypnotized Jenny. He has been enjoying her creamy body every day since then. Meanwhile her nighttime visitor Henry keeps surprising her. Every day or every night he seemed like a different person to Jenny. All of them completely different but united in their enthusiasm for enjoying her body. Last night Henry somehow had quite a gigantic cock, completely black in color. If Jenny had not seen Henry beforehand, she would have assumed it was a black guy. He thoroughly and brutally rogered her pussy for the whole night giving her countless numbers of orgasms. When finally done with her pussy, he simply flipped her over and accorded the same treatment to her asshole. She bleated her orgasms until she passed out of sheer pleasure. She woke up late and very sore and would have taken a leave but somehow she felt a sheer need to come to office. She also absolutely forgot to wear her panty. She has started feeling a pain in knees which usually starts after lunch and bothers for some time. On top that she feels so ravenous after having lunch that she ends up having a burger or two every day. Today was no exception to Vladimir's plan. He has been waiting to enjoy the charms of her loins since the first day. Today he had asked Jenny to strip down and give him a blowjob. When he was suitably hard he said, 'Jenny, you will be incredible horny now.' Suddenly it seemed somebody has turned on the taps inside her pussy. Her womanly juices started to flow almost immediately and she is racked by the need in her pussy. Vladimir sits on the toilet seat and ordered; 'Now beg me to fuck you like a slut and enjoy it thoroughly. It will be the most incredible, mind blowing fuck you ever had.' With one hand on his strong shoulder and one wrapped around his straining cock Jenny stands above him naked, her dress now hanging over the cubicle door. "mmmmn, fuck me master" Jenny moans, poised with her pussy lips scraping the big tip of the Vladimir's cock. The Vladimir's hands wander Jenny's thighs "come on slut, ride my cock". No more order needed, Jenny lowers herself down onto the fat cock "oh, yes" she moans. Jenny keeps moaning as the fat cock slowly disappears inside her pussy. Jenny reaches his lap and takes a moment as she perches on Vladimir's thighs, she runs her hands over her stomach, tilts her head back and shuts her eyes "oh my god, I am so horny. I need to fucked badly master" she moans. With that Jenny turns her attention back to Vladimir beneath her, she takes hold of his head and looks him straight in the eye. "Fuck me hard master" she begs with a desperate face. "Yes whore" Vladimir answers, slapping his palms down onto her round ass and digging his big fingers in to her soft flesh. Jenny starts bucking as Vladimir puts his strength into lifting her up and down on his dick. "Oh yess, that's it master. Fuck me like a whore" Jenny moans as the pace quickens "ride that dick, bitch" Vladimir growls as he pushes his hips up to meet the rhythm. Ordered by her master and drunk on hornyness, Jenny is going wild on Vladimir's lap. Now spun around, her arms out grasping anything around and clawing at the walls. "Fuck me master, fuck me master. Fuck my pussy master" she screams bouncing rapidly up and down on Vladimir's huge, hard dick. "Take that dick bitch" he commands whilst meeting her thrusts with his own hips arching up from the toilet seat. Jenny smacks her hands against the stall door as Vladimir hammers his cock home, from outside the stalls and the door shake noisily and vigorously. Jenny’s eyes had rolled up in her head as the huge cock head battered its way into her womb. It felt good, incredibly good. Her body has never reacted to sex like this. She was writhing on top of him, her hips humping down into his thrusting cock. Vladimir was pulling his cock out and slamming it up, picking up speed as her pussy stretched open around his cock, thoroughly coating every inch of his shaft with her arousal. “It feels so good master!” she screamed. “So good!” Inside the cubicle Vladimir picks Jenny up, his arms wrapping around her waist "You love getting fucked, don't you, you dumb bitch" he moans. "Yesss, fuck me stupid master, make me your whore master, put a baby in your whore's belly master" she screams, leaning back against his solid body and reaching back to grasp his head. With Jenny's weight fully off the ground and her feet curling around his muscular legs Vladimir uses his powerful strength to piston his dick faster into her tight lush body. With Jenny's big tits bouncing in front of her the speed of Vladimir's dick increases "oh fuck yes harder please master! I'm going to cum master!" she yelps. Vladimir takes hold of her thighs and fucks Jenny as hard as possible, his dick and her tits becoming a blur of movement "shit bitch I'm gonna cum" he shouts. "yes, cum inside me master" she screams "fill my womb, knock me up" her head falls back over Vladimir's shoulder "I'm cumming master" she screams. "Take it bitch" Vladimir cries as he clenches up and slams his dick all the way into her. Jenny screams and Vladimir moans as he proceeds to fill her pussy to the brim with his seed. Cum bursts from Jenny's stretched pussy around the sides of the Janitor's fat cock. "yeeesss" Jenny moans "it’s so good master. The best fucking I got.” As the pair calm down after their intense climaxes they stay in position panting to get their breaths back. Jenny turns her head to the little old man "Kiss me please master" she begs. Vladimir obeys connecting his lips with hers; they kiss passionately in a sweaty, knotted mess. Jenny breaks the embrace and pulls her head back "now fuck me in the ass" Vladimir leans back and stares at her ass. The gaping hole there tells him that it is well used. He chuckles softly,' you are a horny slut, aren't you. Naw, I will have your ass another day. We don't have much time today. Clean up, forget everything and return to your desk'. When Jenny returned to her desk after ten minutes, not a spot of bodily juices were to be seen, though she felt hungrier than ever. Confused about why she would feel hungry just after having lunch, she bought three burgers and wolfishly devoured them. Chapter 3 One week later... Jenny woke up from her hypnotized state as soon as exited the restroom. She walked to her seat as in a trance and her sudden hunger pangs made her realize she is hungry again. She watched herself in the mirror in the corridor as she sighed. Jenny Richards wore a white, tight fitting blouse that was tucked into an even tighter fitting black skirt that ended just at mid thigh, showing off her taught legs and wide hips. As she turned from the mirror and headed towards the main hallway, anyone watching would catch a full side profile glimpse of Jenny's body as she left the corridor...and a part of her twitched at the sight. Over the last couple of weeks Jenny had begun to notice that she had put on couple of pounds at least. Nothing drastic and hardly noticeable, but for the fabulously fit agent, noticeable all the same. Certain parts of her were a bit softer and puffier than usual. Her face didn't showcase her immaculate high cheekbones nearly as much as it used to - her chin developing the scantest bit of pudginess near the jowl area. Her waist and thighs weren't as slim, not as tight as they used to be, which must have attributed to how tight fitting her blouse and skirt now were. However, somehow, these new "imperfections", if they could called as such, had made Jenny look better. The extra facial and body weight that was now on Jenny, somehow made her appear younger, more youthful and giving her face a more girlish appearance. One who had somehow ceased aging in the face at the cusp of womanhood, while body still bloomed magnificently into a near perfect figure. Her jowl area, now a bit more full, extenuated more of her natural beauty, capturing the curves of her full lips, and the contours of her chin, nose, and giving her bright blue eyes more of a foreground to be taken notice of when looking at her. And more still was the fact that the added bit of weight to her body had - in what seemed to be in total contradiction to anyone obsessed over Jenny, and there were a lot - made her appear more physically healthy and voluptuous than before. An hourglass would not have served as a decent description of her shape. Her breasts, still large, still round (if not more so now), had maintained their natural shape an appearance of softness. They still curved upward near the nipple, and they still held a natural bounce as Jenny walked down the hall. They were held tightly in place by the fabric of the blouse, while her waist and stomach didn't bulge as one would expect with weight gained, but merely distributed the weight in equal measure throughout her entire body. Her mid section had gotten a bit wider, but so did her hips, ass, thighs, and legs in accommodation. Jenny had just gotten bigger overall, with the muscle she had from before holding the extra meat firmly in place. The weight gain had taken the shape of mass more than bulk, making Jenny resemble more of a super-heroine rather than a swelling whore; some sort of finely aged goddess from Norse mythology rather than a slut who hadn't been watching her diet as of late. And what perhaps perplexed the most was that glow Jenny now seemed exude. Over the last few weeks everyone had started to take note of a kind of radiance emitting from Jenny. She always appeared to have a slight sheen to her skin. A natural glow that gave her pallor a healthy looking tint of pink, that in turn emphasized Jenny's long golden hair. When she smiled showcasing her set of pearly white teeth, her entire visage beamed. It was the kind of glow a woman would have after a long hot bath or stint at the spa, or the glow you get after having really good sex. However, the hint of jigglyness may be good in a seductress, but not in a field agent. She already had trouble getting taken seriously by other male field agents. Jenny resolved to hit the gym again to get fighting fit. She has got genetically good figure and a lot of hard work out and yoga at her home and right eating kept her good physic for so many years. She was not prepared to lose it over a few burgers. After her work was over, in exactly two minutes Jenny had stripped down from her office outfit, and put on in its place a pair of thick white running socks, a pair of black and red trainers, a pair of tight fitting black spandex shorts that showed the entire structure and layout of her hips and taught ass. The final pieces were her fitted black sports bra that she wore under a tight white t shirt that was cut off at the stomach to show her sculpted and now feminine abs. On the shirt in bold black lettering were the words “DO IT” etched proudly on the chest area, which were pushed up a lot from Jenny’s mammoth mammary. Jenny grabbed her cotton sweat headband, and clasped it onto with a light snap. She grabbed her workout bag, which contained a large and small towel, a book, and a large bottle of ice cold water from the refrigerator, and in another second was hitting the MI6 gym. The gym in MI6 is for field agents and the crack troops who then operate on foreign soils without permission. In other words, it’s not for the faint hearted. As Jenny was not a trooper, she never worked out in this gym and therefore was unprepared for the sight that greeted her. But more unprepared were the five people who were training there. These were the same famous five of MI6 who teased and took advantage of the hapless Jenny at every chance. < Read Voodoo Jenny>. Five much hung hunks who were abusing some very heavy set of weights with their bulging muscles suddenly felt all their bloods rushing elsewhere. The next five seconds were pure mayhem as weights were dropped; stretch cords were suddenly released and snapped back. Someone lost control while running on treadmill and slammed back into the wall. Jenny yelped and ran away from the gym. And in the gym there were five very quiet and silently cursing gentlemen who were holding various appendages painfully. They all were wondering how they will execute the mission planned tonight -the capture of two apparently low-level Russian agents. [Effect 3 - Jenny goes to gym and the SWAT team gets injured.] Chapter 4 The next morning, somewhere in Russia. -"What do you mean by escaped? Those two blockheads escaped? How? They were supposed to get captured which would have left the brits happy for a few months." -"Err...perhaps they are better than they seem? The report the SWAT team submitted said they were two very devious spies who managed to injure all of them." -"Better than the SWAT team the brits sent against them? Hmm… perhaps this is an opportunity." -"Yes, we can activate Plan Delta with these agents instead of waiting for the new ones to go and set up. It would be risky though." -"Pah...what’s a little risk when we can gain access to all the assets of MI6 in one go!! All those new unhackable phones made by MI6. If we get those, our job would be so simpler." -"Yes. I wonder though...what happened to those SWAT team members, it is not in their nature to fail." -"Perhaps the agents were really good." -"Hmm.." [Effect 4 - 2 Russian agents, instead of getting captured, gets new assignment of a sinister nature as the SWAT team was injured and hid their injury out of embarrassment.] After the pandemonium she caused last time in the gym, Jenny decided to visit the gym late night. She walked to the MI6-gym and then let herself in. The security details were quite lax as everyone assumed CCTVs can replace actual live guards. Especially when those CCTVs can be controlled over internet which the Russian company so helpfully set up for the lowest bid. No need to hire an actual human to do a job. Jenny’s workout generally lasted for about three hours give or take. Ten to fifteen minutes were dedicated to a thorough stretch and warming of the limbs. Another ten to fifteen minutes were spent on some light yoga stretches. She took her time, extending and curling her body in the seated twist, lifting and pulling her lower back in the forwards and backwards-bend position, sun salutations, and ending with a heavy stint of upward and downward dog, all the while engaging in deep controlled breaths while keeping her core tight and centered. Mondays were aimed at her upper body, so Jenny would then spend the first hour doing light but continuous reps on her shoulders, arms, upper and lower back, before going into a solid hour of intense cardio on the treadmill, before moving on to a solid twenty to thirty minutes on the stationary bike, and lastly cooling herself down with a thoroughly post workout stretch. She’d sweat, pant, inhale, exhale and push her body to its limit and then go a bit more for good measure. Shooting to top the number of reps from her previous workout, but not rushing herself to the point they threw off her form of made it sloppy. Her face and body gradually took on a deep shade of pink as her temperature rose and the blood inside her pumped through her, keeping her going as she pressed the furthest boundaries of her physical limits. When the bulk of the exercises were over, she’d exhale with satisfaction, an almost instant natural high attained from her labors. Even in a civilian gym her form and endurance went to such a degree that many of the gyms patrons often came to the conclusion that she was either a professional trainer, or a well versed professional athlete who was in training for some grand event. Many of the men would stagger and stumble on their treadmills, lose the footing on their stationary bikes, and forget the number and form of their rep entirely whilst enjoying the show of her heavy breaths and motions and the subsequent effect they’d have on her massive chest as she heaved in and out. They’d gaze at the perfect curves of her body as they stretched and flexed with each squat, dip, lunge, and hip lift. Many of the women present would look on in venomous jealously at her effeminate grace as she moved to and fro in perfect form, all of them taking mental notes whilst trying to mimic her motions. After her vigorous workout Jenny showered and dressed in only a little white t-shirt and tiny black shorts. She decided to forgo wearing underwear as soon she would be in her home and then perhaps Henry will come again. She had just finishing re-applying her lipstick when she heard a crash from the back of the floor, where the storage room for old computers is. It also contained the discarded gadgets made by the "Armory". "Golly!" Jenny leapt to her feet. There was another thunk and then Jenny was sure she heard voices. She gulped and tugged her little white t-shirt straight. The big black letters DO IT stretched across her large breasts. She pushed her hair band over her long golden hair, straightened her gun belt around her broad hips and dashed down the hall wall, thumping her chunky black boots. Jenny skidded to a stop. From around the corner she could hear voices and see the glints of flashlights. Her heart was thumping but she was determined to protect the firm. She drew her gun and then slowly reached around the corner to the light switch. It was possible that someone from the nerdy Armory team has come to work at night. But if they were not...the implications could be bothersome. "Freeze, you vile criminals!" she cried, swinging round the corner as the lights blazed on. Jenny was actually surprised to see she was right. There were two men wearing black sweats and ski masks, their arms loaded with boxes labeled PROPERTY OF ARMOURY. She was so startled that she just stood there, both hands on the gun straight out in front of her. A full minute passed before she realized they were waiting for her to do something. "Hands up!" she said, trying not to sound too girly. They just stood there. They were big men, much taller than Jenny's five foot seven. She could see their bulging muscles under the soft fabric of the sweats. "Hands up!" she repeated. What was she going to do if they didn't obey? She has never shot anyone. "We can't," said the taller man on the right. "What?" asked Jenny. The shorter guy wobbled the boxes in his arms. "Oh! Put down the boxes and then put up your hands." To her relief, the men obeyed, but Jenny didn't know what to do next. "You're under arrest," Jenny said, stalling for time while thinking very hard. "Who are you?" asked the taller guy. "I'm Agent Jenny Richards! Who are you?" "...We are...the....Auditors...security Auditors..who wanted to check the security status of this office." "Ohh....", Jenny gulped. There were no security officers present anywhere on the premises apart from the gates. What if these auditors close down the departments? People might lose their jobs. Jenny immediately decided to do whatever is needed to make sure the auditors do not find any fault with the security procedures. The shorter thief snickered, eyeing Jenny's knockers and her long bare legs. Jenny ran a hand nervously over her tiny tight black shorts. This was going terribly! "You're doing fine," said the taller man in a deep, gentle voice, seemingly reading Jenny's mind. He slowly pulled off his ski mask, revealing a clean-shaven, craggy face of a man older than Jenny, in his mid thirties, with short brown hair and deep hazel eyes. The smaller man also removed his mask. He was older with jet-black hair and a small mustache. The taller man continued to talk in a soft voice. "I'm Mr. Jones and this is Mr. Smith. Don't worry you're doing a terrific job so far." "Thank you, Mr. Jones," said Jenny. "I'm awful nervous, this is the first time I've ever drawn gun in office." Those sweat pants showed everything! "Well, you're doing great," said Mr. Jones. Jenny was happy to see they kept their hands up. She blushed slightly. They were sure muscular. "Isn't Jenny doing well, Mr. Smith?" Mr. Smith didn't answer immediately. Mr. Jones kicked him. "Oh! Yes, Mr. Jones. Agent Richards is doing a terrific job." Mr. Smith exchanged a glance with Mr. Jones before adding. "Are you going to search us now?" "Hey, Mr. Smith," said Mr. Jones quickly. "I'm sure Agent Richards is well aware that she's supposed to search us." "Umm...yeah!" said Jenny. "Put your hands against the wall and spread 'em!" She had heard that on a training session once. Mr. Jones and Mr. Smith were very obedient, so Jenny holstered her gun and patted them down. Mr. Jones smelled wonderful! Jenny couldn't help but smell his neck for his aftershave as she ran her hand down his bulging arms and over his back and waist. She tried to be very conscientious and check each leg and even poked her fingers into both of their boots to feel for knives. Mr. Smith had a very nice ass, and after years of having her own bottom squeezed, she couldn't help but give his an extra going over. She straightened up and was about to declare them disarmed when she heard Mr. Smith whisper to Mr. Jones. "She didn't check our..." He broke off, realizing Jenny was listening. "It's no use Mr. Smith. Agent Richards is too smart. She saved searching our crotches for last," said Mr. Jones, shaking his head. "You're darn right!" said Jenny, relieved that Mr. Jones was on her side. She walked up behind Mr. Jones and gingerly reached her hand around him. The front of his pants sure had something in them! "Don't be shy Agent Richards," whispered Mr. Jones, so Mr. Smith wouldn't hear. "I realize you are only doing this as an officer of the law. I feel totally safe in your capable hands." Jenny's delectable bust swelled with pride. Mr. Jones was right...she was Agent Richards! She pressed herself against Mr. Jones and began running her hand up and down the suspiciously long pole in his pants. "Oh! Agent Richards!" said Mr. Jones. "You sure know how to search a suspect." Jenny found the bottom end of the shaft, underneath were a couple of balls. She squeezed them, hard. Mr. Jones moaned. Jenny grinned; this suspect was all hers! She fiddled with the balls and the shaft, completely engrossed in her search. After a little while Mr. Smith coughed politely. "Uh, are you going to search me too, officer?" Jenny blushed; she had totally forgotten about her other suspect, but she covered it with officious bluster. "Oh, it's your turn now, buster!" She wasn't timid this time. She shoved her pubis against Mr. Smith's cute ass and kicked his legs further apart. "Let's see what you're hiding." Mr. Smith's pants were a little tighter than Mr. Jones, but whatever Mr. Smith was hiding was really thick and its end was even bigger. Jenny was able to just put her hand around the large bulbous tip and stroke it, feeling for anything odd. "Wow! Jenny, you're really good at this!" Mr. Smith gasped, as Jenny roughly ran her hand up and down the very odd projectile. "That's Agent Richards! You naughty thief!" said Jenny, giving Mr. Smith a smack across his firm ass and pressing her very proud and large tits against his back. Mr. Smith started to apologize but Jenny found an even larger sack of balls under his shaft, which she subjected to a series of rapid tugs. When that didn't yield anything, she began to tug the sack as she jerked on the giant tube. But all she got was Mr. Smith moaning helpless until she finally took pity on the poor man and stopped. "Turn around," she said, stepping back. The men turned. Their bulges had grown even bigger! Who knows what they could be concealing? But frisking hadn't worked. Jenny stared at them doubtfully. "If you're not sure," said Mr. Jones. "You could do a strip search." "A...a strip search?" Jenny's eyes widened. "You need to do your duty as an officer of the law," reminded Mr. Smith. "Agent Richards know she needs to properly secure her prisoners," said Mr. Jones. Jenny liked Mr. Jones; he was always sticking up for her. Well, she licked her lips; they were both sticking up for her right now! "I...I want you to take off your clothes!" commanded Jenny. "Everything?" asked Mr. Smith. Mr. Jones had already pulled off his sweatshirt, revealing a broad muscular chest, completely hairless. His skin was a deep golden brown. "Everything," said Jenny, failing to take her eyes from Mr. Jones' smooth chest. When Mr. Smith removed his shirt he revealed an equally powerful chest covered with curly black hair, much to Jenny's delight. She suppressed an urge to compare the sensation of Mr. Jones' smoothness with Mr. Smith's furriness. "Stand back," said Mr. Jones, grinning, after they had kicked off their shoes and socks. Jenny tried to keep a straight face as the men pulled down their sweat pants. She goggled. As she suspected they weren't wearing any underwear! Mr. Jones' cock was long and shaven, with a tip like a shark. It hung in the air, a smooth torpedo, smooth and as taunt as the rest of him. Mr. Smith's dick was so thick and with a giant head that made Jenny cross and uncross her legs. He was all hairy, animal even. A Greek god and a barbarian stood before her. "Uh...I guess there are no...weapons," she said. Though they could sure incapacitate her with those! "I guess you can...umm...get dressed and I'll call the Commander." But Mr. Jones was shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Agent Richards. We've deceived you." "What?" Jenny looked around, suspiciously. Was there someone else here besides her and these two gloriously naked men? "We're not ordinary auditors," said Mr. Jones, smiling at Mr. Smith. "We're officials...officers actually...of the National Security Auditors Association. I'm sure you've heard of the NSAA. It would be in your induction manual." "You've read your induction manual, haven't you?" asked Mr. Smith, still stern, even though he was completely naked. "Oh, yes!" said Jenny guiltily. She never even cracked open the spine of the manual and it is still sitting pretty on her bedroom closet. "Well you did a pretty good job," said Mr. Jones. "But there are a couple of things that... Well, I don't want you to get in trouble with your boss." "Oh, no! Please don't tell Commander Holt," said Jenny, bouncing over to Mr. Jones. Holt would flip and Jenny would be in so much trouble. Ever since Jenny had an affair with Holt, he seemed to put Jenny to a different, harder standard than the rest of the agent. "Mr. Jones, we're supposed to file a full report," said Mr. Smith. "You shouldn't have even told her that we're from the NAAS." Mr. Smith's hands were on his hips, but Jenny couldn't help but look at his big dick swinging from side to side. "You mean the NSAA," said Jenny, her eyes still on Mr. Smith's cock. "Whatever," said Mr. Smith. "Come on, Smith," said Mr. Jones. "If we show Agent Richards the proper procedures and she co-operates fully, we won't have to tell her boss about her slip ups." "I'll co-operate fully!" Jenny insisted, bouncing up and down. "Please, I would do anything…anything to please you!" Her pleas melted Mr. Smith's heart. Very tenderly he straightened her short t-shirt and patted her bottom. Jenny smiled shyly and looked at her feet. "Okay!" Mr. Jones clapped his hands. "Take off your headband and gun belt Jenny. You'll be the intruder and we'll apprehend you." "Okay!" Jenny said brightly. She bent over and picked up a box labeled INTERROGATION TOOLS. "Do you want to put your clothes on?" "No," Mr. Smith chimed in. "It is good practice to apprehend criminals this way, so you don't depend on the uniform." "Right," said Mr. Jones. "We'll stand by the corner and when I say 'go' we'll start. Okay?" "Sure thing!" Jenny was excited, now she was getting out of trouble herself and the whole office. Mr. Jones said 'go' and the both men barked 'halt' as Jenny tried to steal the box. They pointed their fingers at her and Jenny couldn't help but giggle. If this were for real, she'd be much more worried about the other things they were pointing at her. "Drop the box, scum bag!" barked Mr. Smith. Jenny dropped the box, but wasn't very careful. It spilled all over the floor. The files spread all around the floor, and among them couple of large dildos. Jenny suddenly remembered that Suki had cornered her in this very room couple of months ago and tied her up. Then she mercilessly fucked both her holes with these very giant dildos and kept climaxing her until Jenny was begging for mercy. She had left Jenny naked and tied in this very room. It was embarrassing enough that couple of geeky, pimply IT nerds discovered her naked and tied. To add insult to injury, she'd had to be at her most persuasive to stop them from calling the boss or not taking pictures or release her from the handcuffs, in that order. She'd spent rest of the evening in this room itself using her most creative influencing skills to keep them silent. When she pleaded that they not share the details of the incident they had, taking a long hungry look at her creamy cavernous cleavage, asked her what she would do in return for their keeping her secret. When she had replied that she would do absolutely anything they had asked her show exactly what she was doing with Suki. Over the course of the evening and deep into the night, Jenny had strenuously satisfied their every teenage fantasy reasoning that, the nineteen year olds would not be able to keep up with her. She was so very, very wrong. In any case, her mouth, pussy and bottom had been sore for several days afterwards, so thoroughly had they abused them with their thick lengthy erection and the never-ending stamina of teenagers. The giant sized dildos took part also. "Hands up!" continued Mr. Smith, fortunately ignoring the giant dildos, Jenny thought. Mr. Jones and Mr. Smith were actually bigger than the dildos. "Up against the wall, you neer-do-well!" Mr. Jones grabbed her arm and spun her around. She leaned against the wall. "Spread 'em!" snarled Mr. Smith, kicking Jenny's boots apart. "Frisk her," said Mr. Jones. Mr. Smith had very big hands and Jenny gasped as they crawled all over her body. They especially dwelt on her boobs, squeezing them, plucking her nipples, and making her gasp. "Is that really necessary?" she asked. She could feel Mr. Smith's cock shoved against her shorts. "Oh, yes," said Mr. Smith. "You'd be surprised what I've found in women's brassieres. "But I'm not wearing one!" Jenny protested as Mr. Smith shoved harder against her and cupped her knockers through her very thin shirt. "Really?" Mr. Smith nuzzled her neck. "How interesting!" "You're failing to do your job," admonished Mr. Jones, motioning for Mr. Smith to move back. For a moment Jenny thought Mr. Jones would be gentler, but he too pushed himself against Jenny's pert ass. His hands went lower, slipping into her front pocket, digging into them in a most pleasant way. "You see?" said Mr. Jones to Mr. Smith. "You were missing a most important hiding spot. He went deeper and his fingers did circles and strokes. It really made Jenny most dizzy. Mr. Smith had to hold her up by her boobs while Mr. Jones continued in her back. "There is nothing there," Jenny moaned. "Oh, I can feel something," said Mr. Jones. "But you're correct, frisking is getting us nowhere." The two men stepped back and Jenny noticed their cocks had remained rock hard, even harder! It must be the frisking, thought Jenny; she was finding it very arousing indeed. She was only too aware of her pointy nipples and the tingling dampness of her pussy. "I think we'd better go on to a strip search," said Mr. Jones. "Yes, I quite agree," said Mr. Smith, smiling down at Jenny. "A...a strip search. But men aren't supposed to strip search women!" protested Jenny. "Ah, yes," said Mr. Jones. "But then, you broke protocol when you stripped us. Obviously you let your personal attractions get in the way. It seems only fair that we should give you the same treatment. That way it doesn't have to get back to your boss." "I'd hate for Cdr. Holt to know about my...attractions," said Jenny. "I'll do it!" "Good," said Mr. Smith. "Actually there are special techniques for searching women that will come in handy for you later on in your career. Nothing like experiencing them yourself. Now strip you trollop!" Jenny quailed but obeyed. It was marvelous how Mr. Smith was able to put that tone of command in his voice. It made Jenny want to do anything he said. First she pulled off her boots, which Mr. Smith immediately took and checked for weapons. Then, with scarlet coming to her cheeks, she unzipped and pushed down her shorts. "Ah, we're not the only ones to go sans underwear," said Mr. Jones, as Jenny shyly tried to conceal her completely shaved and now damp pussy. "I'm glad to see you shave it off according to the Security guidelines," said Mr. Smith. "Now off with your t-shirt!" Jenny peeled her tiny t-shirt off. "Hands up!" reminded Mr. Jones. Jenny held up her hands. Freed from her tight t-shirt, her boobs jiggled and bounced with minds of their own. And her nipples...her nipples were like radio knobs! "Very suspicious," said Mr. Smith, grasping a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "We'd better do the full search. Is there a room with a couch, you naughty criminal?" "Yes," gasped Jenny, as Mr. Jones ran his hands over her round ass. "There's a gym just behind the corridor." "Well, then pick up some of this evidence and lead the way," said Mr. Jones, pointing to the spilled files and the dildos. So he hadn't really missed the dildos, Jenny thought as she picked them up. Jenny led them to lobby, with its very spacious couch. They had her lie back and spread her legs. Mr. Smith sat between her legs, and frankly admired her smooth naked slit amongst the curves of her whiteness. Mr. Jones stood over her. Jenny felt awe looking up at his cock. "Now Agent Richards, I'm sure you're aware that a female suspect can hide things in a variety of places," said Mr. Smith. Jenny nodded. "To check these hiding places an officer has to be resourceful," said Mr. Jones, holding up the large dildo. "We'll give you a demonstration," said Mr. Smith, the other giant dildo in his hand as well. "Oh, you're going to...but I didn't do anything," said Jenny, looking at the dildos fearfully. Last time suki had really stretched her out with those. "Jenny, do you want the best security training you can get?" asked Mr. Jones. "I do!" "Letting us show you these techniques will put you on the A list. Cdr. Holt will want to put in charge of all the operations when he hear what you've done," said Mr. Smith, stroking his cock with the dildo. "He will?!" Jenny wanted to stand out. All she gets are crappy operations that just needs a pretty face or giant boobs, mostly the latter. She was getting a little frustrated with this. She wanted to be the best agent there is, not just a pretty woman with big boobs who gets molested in every operation. "He'll climb all over himself to get a well trained girl like you under him," said Mr. Jones, running the cool silicon dong along Jenny's jaw line. "Well then, what are you waiting for?" cried Jenny, spreading her legs and looking up at Mr. Jones. "Search me!" Mr. Smith started first. He ran the dildo up and down Jenny's pussy, calling forth the wet already there from Mr. Jones' frisking. Jenny started to think this wasn't going to be so tough when suddenly Mr. Smith pressed the tip pass her pussy lips and into her. Oh, this was going to be very hard work! She moaned, and at that instant Mr. Jones pushed his dildo into her mouth, pushing down on her tongue, making her gag. She thrashed and wiggled but they were implacable. Mr. Smith shoved deeper into her sodden pussy and Mr. Jones slid further down her throat. Later, Jenny was mad at herself. She should have been memorizing their technique but instead she had gotten completely and utterly aroused. Maybe she deserved to be locked up, or at least chained up and whipped. She was moaning helplessly when Mr. Smith looked up at Mr. Jones with very intense eyes. "These dildos aren't big enough for this slutty suspect. Let's go to plan A." Jenny was too aroused to do anything as Mr. Smith pulled his dildo free and placed his own monumental member at the door of Jenny's throbbing pussy. "Now we'll find out if you're hiding anything," grunted Mr. Smith, popping his enormous dick into Jenny's ready cunt. Jenny was in the middle of an impassioned cry when Mr. Jones shoved his smooth dick down her throat. She gagged again, but then, getting a taste of the man, began to tongue his cock. "Yes! Yes!" he said. "Suck on this honey. Then we'll know if you're innocent." And Jenny sucked, as Mr. Smith rutted in her, sucking on her nipples and slapping her haunches, which thrust against his pelvis. He was so enormous...she was sure he must feel every inch of her pussy walls, stretching her out. Mr. Jones thoroughly explored the back of her mouth and her throat, which constricted around his powerful dick. Jenny felt guilty, enjoying her training so much. She stroked Mr. Jones' contracting buttocks and entwined her fingers in Mr. Smith's chest hair. Mr. Jones pulled his cock from Jenny's mouth and pumped it hard. Mr. Smith was pounding her pussy, making her melons jump with each thrust. "You guys …ahh…ahh…really know how to….mmm…. search a girl!" she exclaimed, moaning in between the thrusts. Mr. Jones moaned and cum jetted from his long cock. Jenny opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. What a creative way to make a girl open her mouth! At the same time she felt Mr. Smith rumble and her fertile womb filled with his warm creamy semen. He pulled himself out and slipped his dick between her tits that she squeezed together. "A male security guard's dick is very sensitive," Mr. Smith gasped, fucking her knockers with his cum covered cock. "It can detect falsies!" Then he came again, shooting cum all over her face and breasts, making her suck on his tip until he was done. Jenny could see why they were officers with the NSAA. They bent her over the couch and took turns fucking her ass. They were so thorough. She learned a lot about anal probing, and how much she liked it, as each man pumped her, squeezing her tities and asking her if she had ever left her sweet bottom unattended even for a few minutes. "Cause, oh fuck, some bastard would fill your ass if you ever gave him a chance!" said Mr. Jones as he emptied his load into her tight little hole. Jenny orgasmed more than twenty times under such relentless questioning. But Mr. Jones told her she was a trooper. Most other female suspects couldn't go on this long. "Except...for...Candy at the Horny Hooters!" moaned Mr. Smith, pulling his dick from Jenny's ass and pumping his spurting cock between her cheeks, spraying more milky white goodness over the small of her back. "No," said Mr. Jones, giving Jenny's boobs an affectionate squeeze. "Even Candy didn't hold up this well." Jenny lay face down on the couch, panting and running her hands over her poor pleasured body. "Is Candy a security agent?" she asked. "Sort of," said Mr. Smith, slipping on his sweats. "She's a professional." "But not half as good as you," said Mr. Jones, giving Jenny as long wet kiss. Jenny kissed back; she had really grown to like Mr. Jones. He too had put his clothes back on. "We have to go." Before Jenny could get up off the couch, they were at the door. "You'll have to pretend you never saw us, Agent Richards, said Mr. Smith, giving her boobs a farewell squeeze when she rushed to them.”And we'll have to take some of these boxes as evidence. They might be valuable" "We're a highly secret organization," said Mr. Jones. "But don't worry! We'll tell our colleagues all about you." By the time she had found her shorts and t-shirt they were gone and so were twenty boxes of various gadgets the technical division had stacked there. One among them was the highly secretive unhackable Blackphone of MI6. So secretive, that very few of the people were aware of its existence. There was also a box of simple GPS locator which was switched on by Jenny's training. [Effect 5 - The Russian agents steal advanced gadgets from the MI6 which tracked their location.] Chapter 5 Eavesdropping Station Omega, Somewhere in London. The SWAT team members were on a midnight digital sweep of suspicious nature. -"What is that beeping" -"It is the GPS locator of MI6. But what are they doing at the dock?" -"Let’s check it out. I am anyway sick of sitting here." -"We would not have to sit here if that damned bimbo hadn't ..." -"We will get her later...again. Now let’s go and check this signal out." The next morning, MI6 HQ -"The Russian spies entered our premises, strolled around looking at god knows how many secrets, took out a box of the unhackable phones whose existence was secret to the PM herself and then strolled out. How do you think I should react?" -"But they were captured! And it was amazing that the same team which missed them last time got them this time." -"Only because one! One single agent had the presence of mind to slip the GPS locators with the loot. That got them captured. And the whole spy network with it. Almost all the members of the network are in jail now." -"Yes..it’s a wonder how did she do that? Alone, faced with two of the most ruthless spies even sent from the Russia. She must be amazing agent." "yes. She is. Jenny Richards. I would have to promote up her to the senior agents in charge of bigger cases." [Effect 6 - Jenny gets promoted as the Russian spies get captured] [The butterfly effect is the concept that small causes can have large effects. The revolution in an east European country results was a small cause. The effect was thirty years later the whole Russian spy network got captured.] Epilogue - Vladimir lay back in a post orgasmic haze pondering his future and also the blond. She'd fucked him to a stand still. The woman was a machine he thought. She could probably take on the Household Cavalry and the Daganham Girl Pipers combined. He smiled. At first, he was taken aback when he heard that his pet slut Jenny has been promoted and would be working from a different premise. Anyone else would have worried about their pet fucktoy moving away from them. But Vladimir was a patient man. He just smiled inwardly. With just a few suggestions in the hypnotised bimbo's ear and some careful use of the blond's obvious talents he could make the switch to a profitable new career for them both. Oh yes, the future would be salacious and successfull. Vladimir smiled again and got up to sweep the personnel records room again.