Sexpionage II

[Fossy]

Welcome to Sexpionage II. The first Sexpionage thread, in which all stories previous to 'Abducted' can be found, is here ... https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/sexpionage.8609/post-579092

Sexpionage has a new shorter format, and so all chapters now will be 1,000 words or less, which will hopefully make it much easier for readers to keep up with the daily posts. Also, below, there is a Recurring Character list and a story-so-far summary, which means that even if you haven't read any of the previous Sexpionage Stories you can dive straight in here. As always I will attempt to build context and background in each story, but fear not because the 'peril' will never be far away!

Cast of (Recurring) Characters
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Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova - Former SVR Agent now of MI6

Yulia Jelic - Ekaterina’s primary false ID

Agent Grace Miller - MI6 Agent recruited from Oxford University

Comrade Colonel Sergei Tretykov - Senior SVR Officer. Kat’s mentor and nemesis

Comrade Captain Andreytov - SVR Officer. Also Kat’s nemesis

Roger Moore - Head of MI6

Samantha (Sam) Moore - Roger’s wife

Sophia Moore - Roger’s teenage daughter

Lieutenant Jason (Jase) Underhill - MI6 Military attaché and Kat’s lover

Stephanie (Steph) Underhill - Jason’s wife

Jack and Isabella Underhill - Jason and Steph’s two young children

Marcus Devonshire - Roger Moore’s Aide de Camp

Maddie - Roger Moore’s PA

Mrs Susan Miller - Grace’s mother

Mr Lawrence Miller - Grace’s father

Luke Miller - Grace’s Brother. Married lives in New Zealand

Ethan Brown - Sophia Moore’s crush


The story so far …


Having graduated the SVR training academy Ekaterina Novikova is promoted to field Agent and sent out to Washington DC. Her main mission is to entrap a senior Belarusian diplomat who is key to the ongoing economic discussions between his country and the US, the outcome of which could be very detrimental for Russia. She succeeds, but her inability to follow protocol leave’s Ekaterina (Kat) exposed to ‘punishment’ by the SVR as well as now been suspected of a grave crime by Belarus, and so Kat finds herself subjected to interrogation by both her own country and the revenge-hungry Belarusians. Having been taught the ‘error of her ways’ by Comrade Colonel Tretykov, she is eventually also released by the Belarus interrogation team, who are unable to prove her involvement in anything underhand.

A series of less volatile assignments follow in which Kat provides her country with great service, although not without putting herself in perilous situations with repeated frequency. Understanding that his Agent needs a rest, Tretykov allows Kat a short vacation in Bali, where she spends a delightful sojourn with a certain Trixie Thomas (© @Praefectus Praetorio), before returning to her homeland so that she can be reassigned.

With her star on the rise in Moscow, Ekaterina, aka Yulia Jelic, is sent to Chile, into the heart of Santiago. Using her cover as a stripper and escort girl, she attempts to infiltrate a Pinochet doctrine supporting Terrorist Group, known as 'A Suffusion of Yellow'. Although the mission is ultimately successful, Kat is held captive by the notorious Group and subjected to horrendous torture.

After taking the necessary time out to recover from the torturous clutches of the Chilean Junta, Ekaterina is back at SVR HQ in Moscow. It is not long however before she is deemed the ideal Agent for a Foray into the UK to find herself at the centre of an audacious attempt to turn the Head of MI6, Roger Moore. Arriving in the UK, Ekaterina is placed under cover at a High-Class Lap-dancing bar in Central London. It is there that she is tasked with meeting and getting to know the Head of the UK's International Espionage Division, MI6. But MI6 is too clever for our young Agent and Roger Moore too ruthless. Ekaterina is the one who is turned and she ends up operating as a Double Agent. But when she is recalled to Moscow by Comrade Colonel Tretykov and then sent into the Belarus Capital, Minsk, things go from bad to worse.

Used as political fodder by the Motherland, Kat is arrested because of her crimes against Belarus, and is sentenced to death by a Belarusian 'Special Court'. But even her planned demise is anything but straight forward. Ekaterina is to be executed through the full process and many stages of a draconian crucifixion, and a party of students from a local University are invited to attend and observe her execution in the name of Academia.

Rescued by the UK Government Ekaterina survives, but only just. Tretykov is humiliated because of his part in the whole affair, and Kat’s barely alive body is repatriated to London where she can be cared for.

Two years pass during which time Kat, now promoted to Special Agent, slowly but surely heals and takes up a role at the MI6 training facility in Gosport, Hampshire in the UK. It is here that she meets Lieutenant Jason ‘Jase’ Underhill and begins a passionate affair with the married man, a father of two young children. Roger Moore, whilst feeling a sense of duty to look after all of his Agents, is unnaturally turned on by Ekaterina’s scarred and welted body. For her part, following the torture and torment she experienced in Belarus, Kat is now a confirmed pain slut. She needs to feel jeopardy and hurt to be fully and properly stimulated. So, as well as being the lover of Lieutenant Underhill, Ekaterina also becomes the occasional submissive to Roger Moore’s Dominant.

A young trainee, called Grace Miller, recruited immediately out of Oxford University following her graduation, is also stationed at the training centre. Grace graduated with a ‘First’ in Arabic and Mandarin, a qualification that sees her MI6 training cut short so that she can be thrust into the field and sent to Beijing to infiltrate a Fake News Network run by Chinese ‘News Terrorists’. This Group has links back to Grace’s erstwhile University Professor at Oxford making her the ideal Agent for the job, however, given her inexperience, Ekaterina, deemed ready for field ops once more, is sent out as support for Agent Miller.

It is an operation fraught with danger and full of opportunities for the two gorgeous Agents to be compromised and exposed, which they duly are. Grace is captured by the Chinese Government and held in a secure facility where she is subjected to extreme torture and depravation. Although she escapes the clutches of the Chinese, Kat is returned to Beijing by MI6 as bait to rescue her colleague. She succeeds and during the process Ekaterina and Grace become lovers.

Having spent Several months recovering, both mentally and physically, Agent Grace Miller is once more teamed with her colleague, friend and occasional lover, Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova, and they are deployed to infiltrate, expose and destroy and Albanian Trafficking network. A dangerous mission from the outset, Grace is taken by the traffickers, although she is ultimately rescued.

Kat is not so lucky. Exposed as a spy by the Albanians, they ‘sell’ her back to the Russians in return for cash and favours. The vengeance seeking Comrade Colonel Tretykov and Captain Andreytov once more have the vulnerable and nubile Novikova at their mercy … and of course, Kat is shown none at all. The sadistic Russians take their time tormenting and torturing the poor girl in the dungeon basements of the SVR HQ, until they grow bored. Kat is then ‘sentenced’ to spend the rest of her life as the only female inmate in the notorious Black Dolphin prison, an experience that almost kills her, before she is once more pulled from the jaws of death, this time through skilled political diplomacy …

This is where we now pick up the story …


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[Fossy]

Abduction (1)


A small apartment in Central Moscow, Eighteen Months after the Albanian Trafficking Assignment


Eighteen Months after The Albanian Affair


It takes her less than twenty minutes to pack. Special Agent Grace Miller, promoted after the Albanian affair (see Trafficked), has lived in Moscow for six months, but she’s acquired few possessions that she cares about. Some makeup, a hairbrush, a change of underwear, her fake passport, her gun, that’s all that goes into her large handbag.

She also makes sure that the clothes she’s wearing, jeans tucked into knee-high flat boots, a simple black top, and a dark leather jacket, are both comfortable and stylish. In case anyone sees her leaving the apartment, she will look much as they’d expect: a young woman heading off to work.

After she is done packing, Grace wipes down the entire apartment to erase her fingerprints and then walks out, carefully locking the door behind her. She no longer cares if thieves break in, but there’s no need to make it easy for them. Nobody seems to be watching the apartment as the MI6 Agent exits onto the street, but she still keeps a wary eye on her surroundings, making sure she is not being followed.

As the young woman approaches the metro station, thoughts of Tretykov intrude again, making her shiver despite the warmth of her clothing. Grace should be happy, she has been looking forward to exfiltration for weeks, but she can’t get her mind off the Russian monster. A fear that the poison will not kill him and that all her hard work to avenge those awful things he did to her friend and colleague, Ekaterina, will be for nothing.

Special Agent Miller’s time in Moscow had been planned carefully. It was over eighteen months since Kat was rescued, barely alive, from the Black Dolphin Prison (see The Black Dolphin). Grace had been in hospital at the time that her friend had been saved, but that did not stop her from committing to this assignment once it had been properly planned, and she was again declared fit for active duty.

Tretykov ‘retired’ from the SVR shortly after Kat’s release from the Black Dolphin, and so getting to him was not as difficult as it would have been whilst he was still active. But seducing and turning Anatoly Flaskov, Tretykov’s trusted senior security guard, had still been very risky. She hoped that he too made it away safely, back across to somewhere in the UK, once the deed was done. Her thoughts paused awhile on the handsome SVR officer. Grace smiled to herself, reflecting upon how much she had changed from the relatively innocent virgin that had almost screwed up the mission in China (see Operation Sinosphere). She owed Ekaterina a huge debt of gratitude, which was why Grace had been so keen to come to Moscow and kill the bastard who had repeatedly harmed her friend. A sigh whistled through her lips. She liked Flaskov, a lot, but her life right now had no room for romance, and so whether he made it safely away or not didn't really matter, because she would never see him again.

Will Comrade Colonel Tretykov's death be fast or slow? Will the monster stay conscious long enough to realise he’s actually dying? Will he know that it was ultimately because of Ekaterina Novikova that he has been killed? The knot in her throat expands, making Grace feel like she is choking. She takes a steadying breath, ignoring the crush of Moscow commuters closing in all around her.

At this point, the operation is out of her hands. Even if she wanted to change something, she couldn’t. Flaskov is in control now, and the best Grace can hope for is a speedy exit from Russia.

The approach of the train dispels her dark musings.



The people around her press forward, pushing their way onto the crowded train, and Grace hurries to make sure she can squeeze in before the doors close. Thankfully, she makes it. Grabbing onto a rail, the Special Agent wedges herself into a space between two middle-aged women and does her best to ignore a leer from an old man sitting opposite her.

Another couple of hours, and she won’t need to put up with the Moscow metro system any longer. She’ll be in a car, on her way to Istanbul, where she will be met by MI6 contacts to await the final leg of her exfiltration home, back to the UK.

Grace closes her eyes and tries to focus on that … going home, seeing her family again, speaking with her brother. A crackling announcement interrupts her reveries. Opening her eyes, she realises that the train is slowing down.

“We apologise for the delay,” the voice repeats loudly as the carriage comes to a complete halt. The passengers around her groan in unison. The middle-aged woman to her left begins swearing, while the one to her right mutters something about corrupt officials pocketing public funds instead of fixing things. It’s not the first delay this month, exacerbating the commuting nightmare that is Moscow at rush hour.

Grace suppresses her own sigh of impatience and checks her phone. As expected, she has zero bars. The thick walls of the tunnel block out all cell phone reception, so she can’t notify her contacts of the delay. Great. Just fucking great.

She puts the phone away, trying not to give in to her frustration. With any luck, this problem is something that will soon be fixed, otherwise she might not get to her pickup location until later this afternoon.

The churning in her stomach intensifies, turning into an empty rumble, and Grace realises that with being in such a hurry to pack her few things, she forgot to eat breakfast this morning. It’s only hunger, she tells herself. Once the train starts moving again and she gets to her destination, she can grab some food and everything will be fine.

Then Grace will be over the border and on her way home, and she won’t ever have to think about Moscow and Tretykov ever again.


To Be Continued …

 

[NewUser]

Some makeup, a hairbrush, a change of underwear, her fake passport, her gun, that’s all that goes into her large handbag.

In the hands of a highly trained agent, all these things are equally deadly

 

[Barbaria1]

Then Grace will be over the border and on her way home, and she won’t ever have to think about Moscow and Tretykov ever again.

But will she? Or won’t she? Only Fossy knows!

 

[Fossy]

Abduction (2)


Roger Moore’s Residence, Eagle House, High Street, Wimbledon Village, London, SW19


Sophia Moore spent most of every waking hour, along with many of her dream filled ones, wondering what sex with Ethan Brown would be like. Maybe, just maybe, tonight she would find out.

It had had taken a little persuading for her parents to let her come to this party, at Ethan’s house, a post A level party. The results had been released today and Sophia had got a set of straight A’s, and so, come on dad, she just had to go. Roger Moore, Head of MI6, had sighed, looked over at his wife, and then they had agreed that she could … providing she was back by …

At this point Sophia had jumped up and hugged her father. She loved the fact that he seemed to be home more these days and her parents seemed to be getting on far better than they used to.

“I’m eighteen now dad, no curfew, but I promise … I won’t be late.”




The family home of Ethan Brown, school friend of Roger Moore’s daughter, Sophia.


At Ethan’s house, the party is in full swing when Sophia and her friend Leah arrive. She is still determined to talk to Ethan, but in order for that to happen she is going to need a little liquid courage. Leaving her friend with ‘the crowd’, Sophia walks over to the huge glass bowl brimming with fruit and garnish, and pours herself a cup of punch. Sniffing it, she determines that it definitely has alcohol, and in less than a minute the entire cup is gone!

Not surprisingly, almost immediately, she starts to feel buzzed. Sophia had discovered in the past few years, that her alcohol tolerance was virtually non-existent. One drink, maybe two at a push, is just about her limit. She sees Ethan walking to the kitchen and follows him there, where she stands and watches the boy of her dreams throwing away used cups and dirty paper plates.

“Do you want some help with that?”

He smiles, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. “Oh, sure, thanks. That would be awesome.” His sun-streaked hair is a little long and flops over his forehead, making him look particularly cute.

Roger Moore’s daughter melts a little inside. He’s so handsome, tall and muscular, and she felt a flutter in her stomach. Sophia helps him clean up, brushing crumbs off the kitchen counter and wiping up punch that had spilled onto the floor. The entire time, her heart is beating faster than she ever thought possible.

“Sophia, right?” Ethan says, looking at her.

He knows her name! Sophia responds with a huge grin.

“That’s right.”

“It’s really awesome of you to help, Sophia,” he says sincerely. “I like throwing parties, but the cleaning is always a bitch the next day. So now I try to clean a little during, before it gets really nasty.”

Her grin widens further, and she nods. “Of course.”

That makes total sense to her, and she loves the fact that he seems so nice and thoughtful, so much more than just a good-looking guy.

The way he looks at her makes Sophia moisten a little between her thighs. She is comfortable with her looks, in fact people have told her that her dark hair and naturally tanned skin make her look a little exotic! She hoped beyond hope that is what Ethan thinks too.

They start chatting. He tells her about his plans for next year. Unlike her, he’s going away to Uni ... Birmingham, Aston he confirms. She tells him that she is taking a year out, maybe travel a little and then she is planning to take her degree in Applied Artificial Intelligence, hopefully at Middlesex University in London.

He nods approvingly and says that it’s a smart plan … did Sophia see just a little additional respect in his expression when she mentioned her planned degree subject? He’d thought about taking year to travel too, so he said, but he was lucky enough to get onto the Sports Coaching degree at Aston and so had decided to take it up.

On the outside Sophia smiled and calmly congratulated him. On the inside, she is jumping up and down with joy. Were they clicking, yes they were … really clicking! He likes her, she can tell. Oh, why hadn’t she approached him before?

They talked for about twenty minutes before someone comes into the kitchen looking for Ethan.

“Hey, Sophia,” Ethan says before he goes back to the party, “… are you doing anything tomorrow?”

She shakes her head, holding her breath, unable to actually speak. “How about we go see a movie?” Ethan suggests. “Maybe grab some food too?”

Sophia grins and nods like an idiot. She’s too afraid to say something stupid, so she keeps her mouth shut.

“Great,” Ethan says, grinning back at her whilst taking her phone so that he can input his number directly into her contacts. “… I’ll pick you up at six.”


To Be Continued …

 

[Barbaria1]

Sophia had discovered in the past few years, that her alcohol tolerance was virtually non-existent. One drink, maybe two at a push, is just about her limit.

Hmmmmm … that does sound rather familiar…

 

[old slave]

Aston!!

Come on Sophia, you can do better than that, find someone going to Oxbridge, or at least Redbrick.

 

[Fossy]

Abduction (3)


The family home of Ethan Brown, school friend of Roger Moore’s daughter, Sophia.


After sharing a very pleasurable few minutes with Sophia, Ethan returns to the party, and she re-joins the girls. She doesn’t get to flirt with Ethan again … he’s constantly surrounded by friends, and being still more than a little shy of him, Sophia doesn’t want to interrupt. But every now and then, she catches him looking her way and smiling, and every time that happens her heart soars.

And then … just as she is about to head out of the house to call a cab … alone because Leah doesn’t want to leave just yet, Ethan stops her. They stand on his front porch and he just looks at her ... into her eyes. She knows what he wants. It’s what she wants, too.

Sophia smiles.

He smiles back, puts his hands on her shoulders, and leans down to kiss her.

His lips feel soft, and his breath smells like the minty gum he was chewing earlier, plus maybe a little alcohol. The kiss is gentle and pleasant, everything Sophia hoped it would be.



“Shall I wait with you, for the cab to come?” He offers.

Chivalrous as well … this guy is perfect!

“No, course not, I’ll be fine.”

“Sure?”

“Sure …”

“See you tomorrow then … Sophia.”

The way he says her name makes the young girl melt and she gives him a stupid little wave as he disappears back into the house.

Sophia walks to the end of the long drive, but before she can reach into her purse for her phone, in a blink of an eye, everything changes.

She wasn’t aware of what happened or how it happened. One minute, she was kissing Ethan, and the next, a large hand covers her mouth and nose, fingers splitting her lips, gagging her. Sophia felt a sharp prick on the side of her neck, and her world went completely black.


A Dark Room … Somewhere


She wakes up goodness knows how much later with a pounding headache and queasy stomach. It’s dark, and she can’t see a thing. For a second, she can’t remember what happened. Did she have too much to drink at the party? Then her mind clears, and everything comes rushing in. She remembers the kiss and then … Ethan! She was at his house. What happened? Suddenly the feeling of terror overwhelms her and she just lies there, shaking, laying on something … comfortable, sort of. A bed with a firm mattress, maybe? How long has she been unconscious?

Roger Moore’s young daughter can’t feel any clothes on her body, just the threadbare softness of an old cotton sheet against her skin. She brushes the tips of her right fingers across her mound to confirm her fears: she is completely naked. The poor girl’s shaking intensifies. Using those same fingers, she checks more intrusively between her thighs. To her huge relief, everything feels the same. No moisture nor soreness, no indication that she has been violated in any way. For now, at least.

Tears burn her eyes, but she fights to stop them from falling. Crying wouldn’t help her situation now. She needs to figure out what’s going on. Who has taken her? Are they planning to kill her? Rape her? Rape her and then kill her?

Sophia uses considerable effort to hold back the hysteria that is about to break. She knows not to scream if she can help it as that would attract their attention, whoever ‘they’ are. Instead, she remains as still as she can manage in the dark, every horrifying story she has ever seen on the news running quickly through her mind.

She thinks of Ethan and his warm smile, and then of her parents. Is this to do with her father? He’s the Head of MI6, has someone taken her to use as leverage against him?

And then she begins to get angry. Why did they do this? Who are they, anyway? She assumes it’s ‘they’ instead of ‘he’ because she remembers seeing a dark figure looming in front of her when the hand of another closed over her mouth. Someone else must’ve grabbed her from behind.

The anger helps hold back the panic. Sophia is able to think a little more calmly. She still can’t see anything in the dark, but she can feel. Moving quietly, she carefully starts exploring her surroundings. First, she determines that she is indeed laying on a mattress, but not really a bed as there is no frame. Small but firm. A shallow pillow and the thin cotton sheet are all she has.



Crawling to the edge of the soft surface, she sits up, holding the blanket tightly to her body Sophia puts her bare feet to the floor. It’s smooth and cold, like hardwood. She wraps the meagre cover around herself so that her breasts and groin are covered as much as they can be, and stands up, ready to do further exploration.

At that very moment, she hears the door opening. A soft light comes on. Even though it’s not bright, she is blinded for a second or two. Sophia blinks a few times, until her eyes adjust. And then she sees them …


To Be Continued …

 

[Barbaria1]

Cliffhanger ending, of course. Have to wait till the next installment to get some answers.

 

[Fossy]

Abduction (4)


Barn Owl Cottage, on the edge of the New Forest, Hampshire, England.


With the original structure dating back to the pre-Victorian era, Barn Owl Cottage, sported stucco rendering and red-brick surrounds with stone arches to the doors and windows. Tiny dormers squatted halfway up its sloping roof and the glossy blue front door boasted 13 panels, 4 of which formed a semi-circle of leaded floral red and yellow glass.

Dark blue morning glory scampered all over a trellis at the portico, wallflowers and chrysanthemum borders softening the edges with a coppiced archway of fruit trees coaxing and beckoning a visit to the back garden ...

Ekaterina loved this place. It was her hideaway, not that she needed one anymore since she ‘retired’ from the service. After her appalling incarceration inside The Black Dolphin prison (see The Black Dolphin) Kat had received half of the compensatory penance paid, very quietly, by Russia to Britain, a princely sum of around five million pounds. It was a fund that allowed her to buy this place, an idyl that she now shared with Special Ops Major Jason Underhill, who, around six months ago, completed the divorce from his wife Steph. His promotion to Major at the same time seemed like cold comfort.

Every other weekend they had his kids to visit, Jack who was now almost fourteen and beautiful little nine-year-old Issy. It had taken the erstwhile Special Agent Novikova a long time to regain her physical and mental well-being after being inside the ‘Dolphin’ where she had been ‘raped to pieces’ as one Doctor’s report put it. She still had moments of panic, especially like now, when Jase was away on assignment and she was alone in the house … him being promoted to the rank of Major had not eased his burden at all, if anything he was in even more demand.

However, Kat was not quite on her own, as Buddy, the gorgeous three-year-old Akita that she and Jase had brought home from Dog’s Trust, now shared their home. Buddy would tag along everywhere and anywhere as Kat and Jase walked their four acres of wonderful garden, his size entirely due to his capacious appetite, omnivorous as a bear, he would devour anything at all which crossed his path.



The garden was fertile and prolific, spewing colour, scent and sound across the entire acreage. Plum, Pear, Passion fruit, Apple and Cherry trees canopied the flanks, overgrown with vines punctuating the Western wall. It was her heaven … a badly needed sanctuary after the harrowing life that the twenty-five-year-old former secret agent had lived.

To reach the kitchen Kat passed through the parlour with its oak dado panelling, old pictures of Hampshire and New Forest life, a brick-built inglenook and an enormous American Oak table.

This was where Kat found herself finishing off the secure video call with Jason from wherever it was that he was currently stationed.

“Be safe baby.”

“Love you.” Jase replied. That was all she needed to hear.

******

It was sometime later when Ekaterina received the text message. She knew that within 30 minutes the black Range Rover would pull around the back of her home, out of sight of the front cameras.

Moving to the side entrance door she unlocked it. He already had the security code for the back garden gate and so all that she needed to do now was put out fresh food for Buddy and close him into the living room, where he could settle down for the evening.

It was in the bedroom, the spare not the Master, where she slowly removed her clothes.



Kat hated herself for wanting this, needing it, but she did and she couldn’t ask Jason, it just wasn’t in his nature to force her, control her … hurt her.

It was the only remaining legacy from the many times that she had been held in captivity; Belarus, Chile and of course the Black Dolphin in Moscow.

Naked, she picked up the blindfold and, after some adjustments, fastened it over her eyes.

Kat's world went black as she felt her way to the bed. The softness of the bedspread luxuriated under her body and Kat blindly explored its luxurious surface, her fingers searching for the pillows. Fluffing them up, she rotated and lay back. She told herself that she would be Sleeping Beauty, waiting for her prince, except he was no prince ... more like Beauty waiting for the Beast. She spread her arms and legs slightly and quieted herself, lying as still as possible.

But her body wasn't quiet. Her heart was pounding. Every nerve was on high alert. Her nipples stood erect like sentries at the centre of her breasts. The tiny hairs on her skin were like antennas, reaching into the blackness, ready to receive any signal as the heat roamed through her scarred and welted body. Ekaterina knew that soon she would be uncontrollably wet; she could already feel her pulse bursting into her engorged clit. On impulse, imagining he was looking at her, she arched her back and opened her legs.

Oh God, I need to be touched …

The intensity of every sensation in her dark world was stimulating. Her ears began to strain for a sound, any sound. There were creaks and snaps; sounds of the building shifting as the heat of the day cooled. Perspiration broke out on her forehead as the seconds, and then minutes, ticked by.

Ekaterina’s ears strained harder. Was he already here? The interference of the building's 'white noise' was beginning to annoy her. She was about to succumb to curiosity and take a peek, when it happened.

A click. The sound of the bedroom door quietly opening. Then it closed. Quietly … carefully.


To Be Continued …

 

[NewUser]

A very bright, juicy description of Kat's loved place. It's like I've been there for real

Ekaterina loved this place. It was her hideaway, not that she needed one anymore since she ‘retired’ from the service. After her appalling incarceration inside The Black Dolphin prison (see The Black Dolphin) Kat had received half of the compensatory penance paid, very quietly, by Russia to Britain, a princely sum of around five million pounds.

I wouldn't be so sure. Moscow has a long arm and a long memory.

P.S.
And there still a great intrigue-who is this prince who riding up on a white horse, driving a black Range Rover

 

[Fossy]

A very bright, juicy description of Kat's loved place. It's like I've been there for real

I wouldn't be so sure. Moscow has a long arm and a long memory.

P.S.
And there still a great intrigue-who is this prince who riding up on a white horse, driving a black Range Rover

All will be revealed ...

 

[Loinclothslave]

Nice build up, @Fossy very glad to be aboard the black Jaguar train!

 

[Fossy]

Nice build up, @Fossy very glad to be aboard the black Jaguar train!

Great to have you Loin'

 

[Fossy]

Abduction (5)


Barn Owl Cottage, on the edge of the New Forest, Hampshire, England.


Kat's heart jumped. She wasn't prepared for the sudden panic that gripped her. She felt like calling out, to confirm it was him. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. She closed her legs and raised herself up onto her elbows, her hands moving involuntarily to cover her breasts.

Mind racing, she forced her thighs apart again.



Whoever it was he was going to get a very erotic view. The ache of arousal was so strong she almost moaned, but she kept herself perfectly still and silent, holding her breath. Goose bumps ran over her body. Her ears tried to detect the slightest sound. There was none to hear.

Then she felt it. A presence nearby … his presence. She could feel eyes looking at her, drinking in her curves, her nudity, her scars and welts. Her skin crawled.

The seconds ticked by. Was he there? Yes! There was a faint rustling of material. A shirt being removed? Then a zipper being slowly unfastened! The rustle of trousers being pushed down! The image of him freeing his hard cock, with his balls hanging loose below it, sent shivers across her belly.

Kat could feel his eyes riveted on her pussy. She hated what Roger Moore did to her but she needed it so badly.

There was another silent pause. She desperately wanted to rub her throbbing clit, maybe spread open her pussy lips a little more, but more than anything Kat needed to be touched, to feel something! A caress, a brush of finger tips, a squeeze! Anything.

Touch me! I want to feel you! Please touch me!

Then she shrieked! Her entire body recoiled in shock. Something had fallen onto her belly. What was it? A string? A shoelace? A chain. It was a length of chain. She felt silly for reacting so violently, but every nerve in her body was stretched to the limit.

Kat gasped as the heavy sensation began to move. Without saying a word, he dragged the steel links slowly up between her breasts, hefty against her skin.

Oh God, he's going to torture me! Oh yes, please …

The torturous trail left an exquisite path of fire that seemed to burn into her chest and suck the air out of her lungs. A loud moan rattled out of her throat. And then she knew she didn't care about anything anymore.

Take me. Do whatever you want … Ekaterina consented inside her mind.

“She’s killed him, Kat.”

“Huh?” The naked girl gasped.

“Special Agent Miller, your friend Grace, she’s being exfiltrated right now. Tretykov is dead.”

The chain teased her neck, sending goose bumps racing all over her body. It touched her lips and made them tingle. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the metal length just as she might his cock …

Oh my God! He’s actually dead? Kat felt elated. She couldn’t wait to see Grace and express her gratitude. The monstrous bastard was gone. Really gone. He was gone, wasn’t he?

The fiery steel touch jumped back to her chest, teasing the soft curves of her breasts.

Oh, I can't stand it, her mind, immediately filing any reference to Tretykov away in the outer reaches, she cried out as the links were carefully wound around and then pulled free from each nipple.

The sensation of the bumpy metal slowly sliding against each sensitive teat made her writhe with delicious sensation. Carnal chills rippled through her core.

Then was a brief pause. Silence, until Moore spoke again.

“Tell me how many other females were in the Black Dolphin with you Special Agent Novikova?”

This was his game, it turned him on.

“None, Sir.” Kat replied.

“You were the only girl with all those monsters?”

“Yes Sir.”

She heard his soft gasp and knew what this roleplay dialogue was doing to him. She could imagine how thick and hard his dripping shaft already was.

The metal skipped across her fluttering belly and leisurely down the outside of her right leg. Ekaterina could not hold back the loud moan that escaped her lips.

“What did they have you wear Novikova, in the prison?”

“Nothing Sir, most of the time. They made me walk around naked.”

Now his breathing became ragged.

“Did the men in there … touch you”

“Yes Sir.”

“The prison guards?”

“Ev … everyone Sir, guards and inmates.”

Kat writhed as the delightful sensations coursed through her. Down the other leg. Up her calves, onto her knees. Then onto the tender skin of her inner thighs. She struggled to keep her quivering legs open.

“Where did they touch you?”

“Everywhere?”

Kat's mind reeled as he moved the chain to the crux of her thigh, beside her pussy.

Oh yes, oh yes, I'm all yours! her mind declared. All resistance left her.

The chain lingered between her open thighs, teasing the edges of her bare mound. If he wanted to make it clear to Kat how needy she was for him, this was the way to do it.

Then, to drive her completely mad, he grazed it along the swollen lips of her labia.

Fuck!

She arched sideways, straining, trying to get that maddening metal length into her torrid, stretched open pussy.

“Did they rape you?”

Kat paused before whispering, “Yes they did, Sir, over and over …”

Then her dark world exploded as he suddenly heaped link after solid link deep inside her body.

“Fuckkkkkk!” Kat groaned, arching up from the bed but keeping her thighs spread wide. Roger Moore looked down to feast his gaze on the gorgeously damaged submissive before him and smirked.

Despite the vision on the bed, what the Head of MI6 could not see, because his phone was switched off, were the missed calls and large number of text messages left for him by his frantic wife.


To Be Continued …

 

[NewUser]

Abduction (5)


Barn Owl Cottage, on the edge of the New Forest, Hampshire, England.


Kat's heart jumped. She wasn't prepared for the sudden panic that gripped her. She felt like calling out, to confirm it was him. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. She closed her legs and raised herself up onto her elbows, her hands moving involuntarily to cover her breasts.

Mind racing, she forced her thighs apart again.

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Whoever it was he was going to get a very erotic view. The ache of arousal was so strong she almost moaned, but she kept herself perfectly still and silent, holding her breath. Goose bumps ran over her body. Her ears tried to detect the slightest sound. There was none to hear.

Then she felt it. A presence nearby … his presence. She could feel eyes looking at her, drinking in her curves, her nudity, her scars and welts. Her skin crawled.

The seconds ticked by. Was he there? Yes! There was a faint rustling of material. A shirt being removed? Then a zipper being slowly unfastened! The rustle of trousers being pushed down! The image of him freeing his hard cock, with his balls hanging loose below it, sent shivers across her belly.

Kat could feel his eyes riveted on her pussy. She hated what Roger Moore did to her but she needed it so badly.

There was another silent pause. She desperately wanted to rub her throbbing clit, maybe spread open her pussy lips a little more, but more than anything Kat needed to be touched, to feel something! A caress, a brush of finger tips, a squeeze! Anything.

Touch me! I want to feel you! Please touch me!

Then she shrieked! Her entire body recoiled in shock. Something had fallen onto her belly. What was it? A string? A shoelace? A chain. It was a length of chain. She felt silly for reacting so violently, but every nerve in her body was stretched to the limit.

Kat gasped as the heavy sensation began to move. Without saying a word, he dragged the steel links slowly up between her breasts, hefty against her skin.

Oh God, he's going to torture me! Oh yes, please …

The torturous trail left an exquisite path of fire that seemed to burn into her chest and suck the air out of her lungs. A loud moan rattled out of her throat. And then she knew she didn't care about anything anymore.

Take me. Do whatever you want … Ekaterina consented inside her mind.

“She’s killed him, Kat.”

“Huh?” The naked girl gasped.

“Special Agent Miller, your friend Grace, she’s being exfiltrated right now. Tretykov is dead.”

The chain teased her neck, sending goose bumps racing all over her body. It touched her lips and made them tingle. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the metal length just as she might his cock …

Oh my God! He’s actually dead? Kat felt elated. She couldn’t wait to see Grace and express her gratitude. The monstrous bastard was gone. Really gone. He was gone, wasn’t he?

The fiery steel touch jumped back to her chest, teasing the soft curves of her breasts.

Oh, I can't stand it, her mind, immediately filing any reference to Tretykov away in the outer reaches, she cried out as the links were carefully wound around and then pulled free from each nipple.

The sensation of the bumpy metal slowly sliding against each sensitive teat made her writhe with delicious sensation. Carnal chills rippled through her core.

Then was a brief pause. Silence, until Moore spoke again.

“Tell me how many other females were in the Black Dolphin with you Special Agent Novikova?”

This was his game, it turned him on.

“None, Sir.” Kat replied.

“You were the only girl with all those monsters?”

“Yes Sir.”

She heard his soft gasp and knew what this roleplay dialogue was doing to him. She could imagine how thick and hard his dripping shaft already was.

The metal skipped across her fluttering belly and leisurely down the outside of her right leg. Ekaterina could not hold back the loud moan that escaped her lips.

“What did they have you wear Novikova, in the prison?”

“Nothing Sir, most of the time. They made me walk around naked.”

Now his breathing became ragged.

“Did the men in there … touch you”

“Yes Sir.”

“The prison guards?”

“Ev … everyone Sir, guards and inmates.”

Kat writhed as the delightful sensations coursed through her. Down the other leg. Up her calves, onto her knees. Then onto the tender skin of her inner thighs. She struggled to keep her quivering legs open.

“Where did they touch you?”

“Everywhere?”

Kat's mind reeled as he moved the chain to the crux of her thigh, beside her pussy.

Oh yes, oh yes, I'm all yours! her mind declared. All resistance left her.

The chain lingered between her open thighs, teasing the edges of her bare mound. If he wanted to make it clear to Kat how needy she was for him, this was the way to do it.

Then, to drive her completely mad, he grazed it along the swollen lips of her labia.

Fuck!

She arched sideways, straining, trying to get that maddening metal length into her torrid, stretched open pussy.

“Did they rape you?”

Kat paused before whispering, “Yes they did, Sir, over and over …”

Then her dark world exploded as he suddenly heaped link after solid link deep inside her body.

“Fuckkkkkk!” Kat groaned, arching up from the bed but keeping her thighs spread wide. Roger Moore looked down to feast his gaze on the gorgeously damaged submissive before him and smirked.

Despite the vision on the bed, what the Head of MI6 could not see, because his phone was switched off, were the missed calls and large number of text messages left for him by his frantic wife.


To Be Continued …

This may sound a little kinky, but New Kat's masochistic-hedonistic behavior reminded me of the very old Hellraiser movie series.
Kat would be a decent character there...

 

[Fossy]

This may sound a little kinky, but New Kat's masochistic-hedonistic behavior reminded me of the very old Hellraiser movie series.
Kat would be a decent character there...

We must have a word with her Agent

 

[Fossy]

Abduction (6)


Provincial Road 35-12, the O1-O2 Connector, Istanbul, Turkey


“Is it an accident?” she asks, resigned. It’s like the fates are conspiring to stop Special Agent Grace Miller from completing her exfiltration. It’s not enough that she was delayed on the Moscow Metro for what seemed like an age, now, having finally crossed the Russian border, she was stuck in Istanbul’s spy-detaining traffic.

“No,” the driver says, pulling his head back inside the car. “Doesn’t look like it. I mean, there are police cars, but I don’t see any ambulances. Could be a blockade, or they caught someone …”

Grace was out of the car before he finished speaking.

“Hey!” he yells after her, but she was already running, weaving her way through the stopped cars.

A police blockade. Fuck.



Somehow the Russians must have triangulated her location, or maybe they just blocked all the major roads in the hopes of catching her. Either way, Grace is screwed, unless she can get out of this city. Was Anatoly okay? She has no time to think about that now.

Her heart pounds in a heavy staccato rhythm as she sprints for the street, heading toward a narrow alleyway directly ahead of her. They’ll have trouble following her there in a car, was her logic, anything to buy herself more time. Behind her, Special Agent Miller hears shouts and the sound of running footsteps.

“Stop!” a male voice yells, “Stop now!” She ignores the order, picking up her pace instead. The cold air hurts her lungs as Grace pushes her leg muscles to their limits. The alleyway looms ahead of her, narrow and dark, and she forces herself to keep running at the same speed, to keep going without so much as a glance back.

“Stop, or I will shoot!” The voice sounds more distant, giving her a grain of hope. Maybe she’ll be able to outrun him. Grace had always been always been fast and fit, her long legs giving her a distinct advantage.

A shot rings out, the bullet whizzing past her, ploughing into the building ahead. Shit. She is in the city centre and he is shooting at her. That’s bad news. This is not the police chasing her nor likely the Russian SVR. Fuck!

Another shot, that explodes from the road a few feet ahead of her. Grace hears terrified screams and sees people diving for cover on the sidewalk. Ignoring the commotion, she sprints into the alley. Straight ahead are two large dumpster bins, and behind them, a metal fire ladder going up the side of the building. A third shot, and the bullet ricochets off one of the dumpsters, narrowly missing her.

The Special Agent is almost at the ladder, when she leaps for it, managing to catch the bottom rung in her grip. Then, using the momentum of her jump, she swings her legs up to catch the metal bar with her feet. Hooking her knees over the bar, she uses all of her strength to pull herself high enough to grab the next rung with her left hand. It works, and she quickly assumes a sitting position before starting to climb.

Another shot, and the wall in front of her explodes, shards of brick flying everywhere. Shit, shit, shit. Grace scrambles up the ladder as fast as she can. There are shouts and curses below her, and then she feels the ladder shaking as another person jumps on it.

Grace doesn’t look down as she continues her perilous climb. Before she knows it, she is at the roof, and she jumps off the ladder onto the flat surface. The building Special Agent Miller on is square shaped with absolutely nowhere for cover. She pauses just long enough to spot another ladder on the opposite side, and then she starts running again, heading toward it.


To Be Continued …

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

I've only read through Wednesday #9. Damn, this trying not to move my lips has slowed my already glacial pace!

Sophia had discovered in the past few years, that her alcohol tolerance was virtually non-existent.

My kind of girl!

Sports Coaching degree at Aston

In the US, that's a dumb jock's PE degree.

The way he says her name makes the young girl melt

Damn, he's stolen my technique. Just repeat a girl's name low and slow and they are putty in your hands!

no indication that she has been violated in any way

Another opportunity wasted

Are they planning to kill her? Rape her? Rape her and then kill her?

I vote for the latter order.

Interesting new read, Fossy. You've created a character who seems too innocent to hurt and then you go ahead and kidnap her! You are a naughty boy! Extremely well written. It really sounded like two eighteen-year-olds.

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

Up to Thursday

Ekaterina loved this place.

A very bright, juicy description of Kat's loved place. It's like I've been there for real

So do I! @NewUser said it all. Superb description.

since she ‘retired’ from the service.

At last! Kat shows a little sense.
Wonder how she convinced Roger to let her? To be his on-call slave and whipping girl?

when Jase was away on assignment and she was alone in the house … him being promoted to the rank of Major had not eased his burden at all, if anything he was in even more demand.

Watch it, Kat. A man who cheated on his wife while on the job is almost sure to do it again!

Kat hated herself for wanting this, needing it,

My kind of CF girl! How much am I bet that she gets pulled back into danger somehow?

Wonderful descriptive language, Fossy. You've really upped your game! Multiple plots that could lead anywhere! Impossible to put down (my laptop).