Fossy
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And the same to you Loin' thanks for all your support. We can take a little downtime now to reflect and remember and then be back again post holidays with a renewed enthusiasm ... All the very best you my friend.
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Sexpionage II
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Looking forward to it, keep up the good work!
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Fossy
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Thanks for your support 99.
Fossy
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"Ave a good un old pal ... and you never know, Miggie Woods is not necessarily immune from a touch of sexpionage
A Merry Christmas to all!
Fossy
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Sexpionage - "Italian Torment" Continues. The story so far ...
Sophia Moore, 18 year old daughter of Roger Moore, the Head of MI6, is only a few months into her new recruit training with the secret service when she is sent out to Milan on a mission that purports to use her ket skills in Artificial Intelligence (AI). Sophia is caught attempting to load a Malware Trojan onto a top Italian IT executive's laptop, and her captor turns out to be a Senior Mafia Head who is stealing software, that could be very dangerous in the wrong hands, in order to sell it onto the highest bidder. Despite being captured Sophia does enough to allow her colleagues back home to destroy the stolen software, but she ends up being 'sold' to the North Koreans. The Koreans thought they were getting this tasty young morsel to play with and use as political propaganda AS WELL as the software. However, when they realise that Sophia is all they have they incarcerate her in one of their notorious detention centres and make her life hell. Special Agent Grace Miller, brought back from her own 'recovery sabbatical' is sent into North Korea in order to rescue the young girl. This is where we pick up the story once more ...
Amazing Grace (4)
Koryo Hotel, Pyongyang.
As Grace soaked in a bath filled with water and foaming with white bubbles, she let out a long, exhausted sigh. She needed this because the alternative after that disgusting bastard had sodomised her was to go out and get completely shit-faced … which she might still do!
Yet here, in the relative luxury of the lathering hot water, the Special Agent was able to take stock of her thoughts. Sophia Moore’s life was at stake and so whatever needed to be done, had to be done.
But now Cam Pi Sok needed to deliver on his promise. It wasn’t really the fact that he got to fuck Grace’s ass that would ensure he stuck to the plan, but the envelope with ten thousand pounds sterling in it, which he would receive when he delivered Sophia to her.
The money could enable him to arrange to leave North Korea if that’s what he so chose to do, but Grace suspected that having so much relative wealth would send him dizzy with affluence … and then he would probably waste it … though what there was to waste it on in this God forsaken place was not immediately obvious.
The young girl groaned to herself as she shifted her position, allowing the warmth of the water to comfort the pain in her anus. He had fucked her ass so damn hard, without pause or concern for her well-being, and she had felt every last drop of his ejaculation when he thrust his swollen and rigid shaft into her time and time again.
The bastard.
The rendezvous point for them to meet after the escape was back in the hills where Grace had first been dropped. But, that was 24 hours away … a whole day during which Special Agent Miller needed to remain undiscovered and Sophia would be forced to endure whatever torment was being meted out to her in the abominable internment camp.
Kaechon Internment Camp 14, South Pyongyang
With the light dimming Sophia let her eyes close and drifted off to sleep. She was awakened by the sound of the lock in the door being opened.
“Get up, Turd,” a male voice ordered. “Shower time.”
Sophia saw the face of one of the guards whom she knew had not yet been given the privilege of ‘having’ her … she could guess why he was here.
“Get your ass moving! Unless you want to feel my fist!”
The young girl stood, and with a resigned drop of her shoulders, Sophia held out her wrists so that she could be cuffed. There was no point in fighting anymore, she didn’t have the strength.
With the manacles applied tightly to her delicate wrists, the captive girl was dragged down dirty, dimly lit corridors to an otherwise empty shower area, whereupon the guard pushed Sophia through the barred entrance towards the shower, relocked the gate with them both inside, then uncuffed her. He stood watching, ogling her nudity as she simply stared back at him unsure what to do next.
“Turn it on,” he ordered. Sophia turned on the water; it was very, very cold. Cold enough to hurt, as the naked, hapless girl eased herself under the flow and the guard screamed at her to ‘move her ass and clean her shit covered body up’.
Her teeth were chattering by the time Sophia left the shower room. He threw her a ridiculously small towel to dry herself, before she found herself cuffed once again, still naked, her hands secured behind her back.
Pulled without care nor thought down a steep, stone stairwell to an unfamiliar part of the prison, Sophia feared the worst. When the young girl saw another guard waiting for her, leaning against the peeling wall, arms folded and smiling vindictively, she knew that she was in trouble.
As she watched him sway, it became clear that he was more than a little drunk. Then her precarious situation turned to real shit. Guard number one grabbed her from behind to keep Sophia from moving, while drunk-man walked over and slapped her hard across the face.
“She thinks she’s too good for us,” he slurred as he backhanded her. “Thinks she can pick and choose who to fuck.” Then he slapped her again, putting his face so close to hers that she could feel the spittle spraying from his mouth.
“You’re just a fucking little whore, Turd,” he screamed. “It’s time you acted like one." He punched her hard in the stomach. Sophia doubled over, and this time she was allowed to fall to her knees.
“We’re going to show you,” drunk-man spat at her, “… just what a piece of worthless filth you are, you fucking cunt.”
Number one pulled her arms up and back so that she was forced into an upright kneeling position. Drunk-man unzipped his pants and pushed them down before shoving his disgusting cock towards her face. Sophia turned her head to the side, and number one slammed his fist into her left temple, before grabbling her by the hair and punching her in the mouth with a right-handed fist.
Sophia literally saw stars as blood oozed from her split lip. Everything reeled around the poor girl as this appalling assault caused her head to spin. The drunken guard’s cock passed between her lips as her hair was grabbed tight in his fist allowing him to thrust his swollen shaft in and out of her mouth in the most brutal way imaginable …
Choking and gagging, nausea rising from her stomach, she could do nothing except pray for it to be over.
Which it soon was … he didn’t last very long. As drunk-man’s cock slipped from between her bruised lips and he stepped back, guard number one let go of her arms and Sophia collapsed onto the floor, where she let the son-of-a-bitch’s semen slide in globs of thick drool from her mouth.
The exhausted and abused girl just lay there, gasping for air while the two monsters towered over her. Reaching down number one uncuffed her wrists, then used his boot to shove Sophia over onto her back, before relocking the cuffs in front of her body. That same guard then knelt down between her legs, and, for several seconds, he just stayed there, staring at her pussy.
“Well?” drunk-man snapped impatiently. “Go ahead! Fuck her!”
Number one nodded, repositioned her legs wide apart, pushed his swollen head against her dry slit and then slammed himself into her. Sophia willed her body to go limp, to deny the fucking bastard as much satisfaction as she could. This one took longer to climax, maybe because she wasn’t doing anything at all to help him along, until at last, he made a half-strangled noise and went rigid, before collapsing on top of her.
Sophia simply lay on the floor, trying to think of anything besides being in this room with these two monsters. After a few minutes, number one hauled her up onto her feet.
Drunk-man gave her an intoxicated, triumphant smirk. “You better not say a word about this to anyone, Turd” he warned as he grabbed her by the throat. “No one would believe you, and no one gives a fuck what happens to you anyway.”
The poor girl could not stop a strangled sob leaving her throat …
“If you try to make trouble for us," he said as he slapped Sophia one last time across the mouth, “I’ll fucking kill you. Throw the bitch back into her cell.”
To Be Continued …
Sophia Moore, 18 year old daughter of Roger Moore, the Head of MI6, is only a few months into her new recruit training with the secret service when she is sent out to Milan on a mission that purports to use her ket skills in Artificial Intelligence (AI). Sophia is caught attempting to load a Malware Trojan onto a top Italian IT executive's laptop, and her captor turns out to be a Senior Mafia Head who is stealing software, that could be very dangerous in the wrong hands, in order to sell it onto the highest bidder. Despite being captured Sophia does enough to allow her colleagues back home to destroy the stolen software, but she ends up being 'sold' to the North Koreans. The Koreans thought they were getting this tasty young morsel to play with and use as political propaganda AS WELL as the software. However, when they realise that Sophia is all they have they incarcerate her in one of their notorious detention centres and make her life hell. Special Agent Grace Miller, brought back from her own 'recovery sabbatical' is sent into North Korea in order to rescue the young girl. This is where we pick up the story once more ...
Amazing Grace (4)
Koryo Hotel, Pyongyang.
As Grace soaked in a bath filled with water and foaming with white bubbles, she let out a long, exhausted sigh. She needed this because the alternative after that disgusting bastard had sodomised her was to go out and get completely shit-faced … which she might still do!
Yet here, in the relative luxury of the lathering hot water, the Special Agent was able to take stock of her thoughts. Sophia Moore’s life was at stake and so whatever needed to be done, had to be done.
But now Cam Pi Sok needed to deliver on his promise. It wasn’t really the fact that he got to fuck Grace’s ass that would ensure he stuck to the plan, but the envelope with ten thousand pounds sterling in it, which he would receive when he delivered Sophia to her.
The money could enable him to arrange to leave North Korea if that’s what he so chose to do, but Grace suspected that having so much relative wealth would send him dizzy with affluence … and then he would probably waste it … though what there was to waste it on in this God forsaken place was not immediately obvious.
The young girl groaned to herself as she shifted her position, allowing the warmth of the water to comfort the pain in her anus. He had fucked her ass so damn hard, without pause or concern for her well-being, and she had felt every last drop of his ejaculation when he thrust his swollen and rigid shaft into her time and time again.
The bastard.
The rendezvous point for them to meet after the escape was back in the hills where Grace had first been dropped. But, that was 24 hours away … a whole day during which Special Agent Miller needed to remain undiscovered and Sophia would be forced to endure whatever torment was being meted out to her in the abominable internment camp.
Kaechon Internment Camp 14, South Pyongyang
With the light dimming Sophia let her eyes close and drifted off to sleep. She was awakened by the sound of the lock in the door being opened.
“Get up, Turd,” a male voice ordered. “Shower time.”
Sophia saw the face of one of the guards whom she knew had not yet been given the privilege of ‘having’ her … she could guess why he was here.
“Get your ass moving! Unless you want to feel my fist!”
The young girl stood, and with a resigned drop of her shoulders, Sophia held out her wrists so that she could be cuffed. There was no point in fighting anymore, she didn’t have the strength.
With the manacles applied tightly to her delicate wrists, the captive girl was dragged down dirty, dimly lit corridors to an otherwise empty shower area, whereupon the guard pushed Sophia through the barred entrance towards the shower, relocked the gate with them both inside, then uncuffed her. He stood watching, ogling her nudity as she simply stared back at him unsure what to do next.
“Turn it on,” he ordered. Sophia turned on the water; it was very, very cold. Cold enough to hurt, as the naked, hapless girl eased herself under the flow and the guard screamed at her to ‘move her ass and clean her shit covered body up’.
Her teeth were chattering by the time Sophia left the shower room. He threw her a ridiculously small towel to dry herself, before she found herself cuffed once again, still naked, her hands secured behind her back.
Pulled without care nor thought down a steep, stone stairwell to an unfamiliar part of the prison, Sophia feared the worst. When the young girl saw another guard waiting for her, leaning against the peeling wall, arms folded and smiling vindictively, she knew that she was in trouble.
As she watched him sway, it became clear that he was more than a little drunk. Then her precarious situation turned to real shit. Guard number one grabbed her from behind to keep Sophia from moving, while drunk-man walked over and slapped her hard across the face.
“She thinks she’s too good for us,” he slurred as he backhanded her. “Thinks she can pick and choose who to fuck.” Then he slapped her again, putting his face so close to hers that she could feel the spittle spraying from his mouth.
“You’re just a fucking little whore, Turd,” he screamed. “It’s time you acted like one." He punched her hard in the stomach. Sophia doubled over, and this time she was allowed to fall to her knees.
“We’re going to show you,” drunk-man spat at her, “… just what a piece of worthless filth you are, you fucking cunt.”
Number one pulled her arms up and back so that she was forced into an upright kneeling position. Drunk-man unzipped his pants and pushed them down before shoving his disgusting cock towards her face. Sophia turned her head to the side, and number one slammed his fist into her left temple, before grabbling her by the hair and punching her in the mouth with a right-handed fist.
Sophia literally saw stars as blood oozed from her split lip. Everything reeled around the poor girl as this appalling assault caused her head to spin. The drunken guard’s cock passed between her lips as her hair was grabbed tight in his fist allowing him to thrust his swollen shaft in and out of her mouth in the most brutal way imaginable …
Choking and gagging, nausea rising from her stomach, she could do nothing except pray for it to be over.
Which it soon was … he didn’t last very long. As drunk-man’s cock slipped from between her bruised lips and he stepped back, guard number one let go of her arms and Sophia collapsed onto the floor, where she let the son-of-a-bitch’s semen slide in globs of thick drool from her mouth.
The exhausted and abused girl just lay there, gasping for air while the two monsters towered over her. Reaching down number one uncuffed her wrists, then used his boot to shove Sophia over onto her back, before relocking the cuffs in front of her body. That same guard then knelt down between her legs, and, for several seconds, he just stayed there, staring at her pussy.
“Well?” drunk-man snapped impatiently. “Go ahead! Fuck her!”
Number one nodded, repositioned her legs wide apart, pushed his swollen head against her dry slit and then slammed himself into her. Sophia willed her body to go limp, to deny the fucking bastard as much satisfaction as she could. This one took longer to climax, maybe because she wasn’t doing anything at all to help him along, until at last, he made a half-strangled noise and went rigid, before collapsing on top of her.
Sophia simply lay on the floor, trying to think of anything besides being in this room with these two monsters. After a few minutes, number one hauled her up onto her feet.
Drunk-man gave her an intoxicated, triumphant smirk. “You better not say a word about this to anyone, Turd” he warned as he grabbed her by the throat. “No one would believe you, and no one gives a fuck what happens to you anyway.”
The poor girl could not stop a strangled sob leaving her throat …
“If you try to make trouble for us," he said as he slapped Sophia one last time across the mouth, “I’ll fucking kill you. Throw the bitch back into her cell.”
To Be Continued …
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Amazing Grace (5)
Kaechon Internment Camp 14, South Pyongyang
The blanket is pulled away exposing Sophia’s body and strong hands grip her hair forcing her head up and her semi-conscious dozing to quickly flee. A heavy male body presses her down, and the young girl’s uncuffed wrists are pinned above her head.
At first, she thinks she is dreaming, but then she smells it. The foul, putrid breath. Her eyes snap open on a surge of panic, and a hoarse scream bursts from her throat, a scream that’s instantly muffled by a large palm over her mouth.
“Quiet now,” The man whispers as she writhes hysterically, trying to throw him off. “We don’t want to disturb anyone, do we?”
His muffled press is crushing her jaw, whilst his other hand is squeezing her wrists so hard that she feels her bones grinding against one another. With his legs pinning her own to the floor, she can’t move or kick, and more nauseating terror rips through her as she feels his erection rubbing against her bare thigh.
“We’re going to have a little fun,” he says, his dark eyes gleaming with cruel excitement. “Because now … it’s my turn.”
And, forcing his knee between her legs, he lowers his head. His breath is hot and fetid on her face, and his massive bulk is like a mountain on top of the young girl, crushing Sophia into the thin blanket which is now spread out over the dirty floor. Her insides heave with nausea fuelled horror, and she feels her mind sliding toward the dark place where she has been so many times over the past few days.
… ‘No. I have to stay conscious. I have to fight. I can’t let this bastard destroy me’ … her thoughts are momentarily lucid.
Suppressing the instinctive inclination to struggle, Sophia does not react as he drags his tongue over her cheek, then parts her legs, settling heavily between them. He needs to think that she is dazed and tamed, submissive to his attentions It’s her only chance.
Sophia feels his cock rubbing against her, harder now, and bile rises in her throat, her long-ago measly sustenance threatening to reappear. Just a second longer, she tells herself, keeping her muscles relaxed. Don’t rush it. Wait for the right moment, which arrives when the repugnant bastard shifts on top of her and his face ends up directly over Sophia’s. She peers at him through a tiny crack between her closing eyelids, and when he lowers one hand to grab her breast, she strikes … or at least that’s what she intended to do.
But …
With all her strength, she tries to jerk her head upward to headbutt her attacker … but he sees her movement, rears up, snarling, “Bitch!” and smashes his fist into her jaw.
Sophia’s head whips to the side, the blast of pain stunning her for a second. She sees stars at the edge of her vision and samples the coppery taste of blood. But he is not done with her yet. “Fucking bitch, fucking Turd!”
The next blow is to her stomach, his fist like a wrecking ball hitting her kidneys. “Always thought yourself too good for me, did you, Turd? They never let me at you and now I get what’s owed to me.”
She can’t reply; Sophia can only wheeze through the agony as she curls up to protect herself. Another monstrous guard between her thighs just because he felt he was owed a turn at abusing her …
Then he lets go of her wrists to hit her again. Her head is in a complete spin, but as he raises his fist, Sophia twists her upper body to the side and the blow grazes her cheekbone instead of shattering it as he’d likely intended, but her ears still ring from the jolt.
She twists again, trying to throw him off, but his lower body is like a boulder on top of her. Fight, Sophia, fight. The words are a desperate chant in her mind. She strikes upward with her fist and manages to hit his jaw, but his eyes just glitter brighter as he catches her wrists once more in his grip. She can see the rage and madness in the dark depths of his icy stare, and she knows what her fate will be …
“You’re going to pay for that, Turd.” he says in a low, guttural hiss, and she feels his hairy balls against her stomach as he forces her legs wider, his fingers cutting off all blood flow to her wrists. His cock presses against her entrance, and she screams, bracing herself once more for the inevitable horror of violation ...
To Be Continued …
Kaechon Internment Camp 14, South Pyongyang
The blanket is pulled away exposing Sophia’s body and strong hands grip her hair forcing her head up and her semi-conscious dozing to quickly flee. A heavy male body presses her down, and the young girl’s uncuffed wrists are pinned above her head.
At first, she thinks she is dreaming, but then she smells it. The foul, putrid breath. Her eyes snap open on a surge of panic, and a hoarse scream bursts from her throat, a scream that’s instantly muffled by a large palm over her mouth.
“Quiet now,” The man whispers as she writhes hysterically, trying to throw him off. “We don’t want to disturb anyone, do we?”
His muffled press is crushing her jaw, whilst his other hand is squeezing her wrists so hard that she feels her bones grinding against one another. With his legs pinning her own to the floor, she can’t move or kick, and more nauseating terror rips through her as she feels his erection rubbing against her bare thigh.
“We’re going to have a little fun,” he says, his dark eyes gleaming with cruel excitement. “Because now … it’s my turn.”
And, forcing his knee between her legs, he lowers his head. His breath is hot and fetid on her face, and his massive bulk is like a mountain on top of the young girl, crushing Sophia into the thin blanket which is now spread out over the dirty floor. Her insides heave with nausea fuelled horror, and she feels her mind sliding toward the dark place where she has been so many times over the past few days.
… ‘No. I have to stay conscious. I have to fight. I can’t let this bastard destroy me’ … her thoughts are momentarily lucid.
Suppressing the instinctive inclination to struggle, Sophia does not react as he drags his tongue over her cheek, then parts her legs, settling heavily between them. He needs to think that she is dazed and tamed, submissive to his attentions It’s her only chance.
Sophia feels his cock rubbing against her, harder now, and bile rises in her throat, her long-ago measly sustenance threatening to reappear. Just a second longer, she tells herself, keeping her muscles relaxed. Don’t rush it. Wait for the right moment, which arrives when the repugnant bastard shifts on top of her and his face ends up directly over Sophia’s. She peers at him through a tiny crack between her closing eyelids, and when he lowers one hand to grab her breast, she strikes … or at least that’s what she intended to do.
But …
With all her strength, she tries to jerk her head upward to headbutt her attacker … but he sees her movement, rears up, snarling, “Bitch!” and smashes his fist into her jaw.
Sophia’s head whips to the side, the blast of pain stunning her for a second. She sees stars at the edge of her vision and samples the coppery taste of blood. But he is not done with her yet. “Fucking bitch, fucking Turd!”
The next blow is to her stomach, his fist like a wrecking ball hitting her kidneys. “Always thought yourself too good for me, did you, Turd? They never let me at you and now I get what’s owed to me.”
She can’t reply; Sophia can only wheeze through the agony as she curls up to protect herself. Another monstrous guard between her thighs just because he felt he was owed a turn at abusing her …
Then he lets go of her wrists to hit her again. Her head is in a complete spin, but as he raises his fist, Sophia twists her upper body to the side and the blow grazes her cheekbone instead of shattering it as he’d likely intended, but her ears still ring from the jolt.
She twists again, trying to throw him off, but his lower body is like a boulder on top of her. Fight, Sophia, fight. The words are a desperate chant in her mind. She strikes upward with her fist and manages to hit his jaw, but his eyes just glitter brighter as he catches her wrists once more in his grip. She can see the rage and madness in the dark depths of his icy stare, and she knows what her fate will be …
“You’re going to pay for that, Turd.” he says in a low, guttural hiss, and she feels his hairy balls against her stomach as he forces her legs wider, his fingers cutting off all blood flow to her wrists. His cock presses against her entrance, and she screams, bracing herself once more for the inevitable horror of violation ...
To Be Continued …
Whoa, these are brutal. Can I also turn that loathometer to maximum?
Credit where credit is due, you write compelling scenes.
Where the hell is Grace? And which of the rapists did she bribe?
Credit where credit is due, you write compelling scenes.
Where the hell is Grace? And which of the rapists did she bribe?
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Cam Pi Sok was the guard who she 'bribed' - it is unclear whether he has had a turn at Sophia, and whilst Grace hopes not, she suspects that he might well have already raped her young colleague. If not then it's always possible that he could take advantage of the broken, vulnerable and violated girl when he attempts his 'rescue' - if, of course, he ever gets that far.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Amazing Grace (6)
Kaechon Internment Camp 14, South Pyongyang
Boom!
For a moment, Sophia is certain that the bastard raping her has hit her again, that the deafening noise is her facial bones cracking, but the chaos that happens right there and then dispels that impression. The man jumps off her with a curse, his cock sticking out of his unzipped pants, and staggers back a couple of feet as another explosion shakes the room.
Seizing the chance, Sophia rolls to the side ignoring the throbbing pain in her face and shoulder.
She sees her abuser laying prostrate in the position of his final death throes. The first shot seemed to have taken him in the leg, but once he had moved away then the second bullet hit the side of his head, which now lay in an evert increasing pool of blood.
Then Sophia looks up to see another man in the room, his slight body framed by the doorway.
For what seems like an age they just stare at one another. He isn’t smiling, doesn’t look happy and her brief feeling of respite, having been saved from being raped, now feels like she is out of the frying pan slap bang into the middle of the fire.
“So, it’s your turn now, is it?” she says, her words infused with an acerbic tone that she can’t hide. “Which way do you want me, huh? On my knees, all fours, on my back? Would you like to soften me up first …” Sophia’s life had become an endless hell of assault and abuse and she is convinced that now she is to be taken again. Except what the man does next doesn’t feel like that’s the case.
“Here, put these on and then come with me.”
He throws down a pair of men’s joggers or yoga pants, which are way too big, and a skimpy, small, white top that barely covers her breasts.
“Tie them with this,” he throws her a length of rope having clearly anticipated the over-sized nature of the pants.
“Hurry up, we need to move now.”
He didn’t call her Turd!
The walk is the same. The infernal corridor that leads to her torment. But now, at this moment, she is no longer naked, which tells Sophia that something is different.
“Wh … what are we doing …?” She can barely get the words out.
“I am taking you away from here.”
“What? Why? How?”
“You can talk soon, but now just follow me,” he says to the confused girl in his wake.
But as their walk lengthens and they take a route along twisting and turning corridors it becomes clear that this man is certainly taking her somewhere that she hasn’t been before.
And then they reach a door. It opens and outside, beyond the fence, is woodland.
“Go.” Is all he says.
“What?” Sophia is feeling scared, as if the whole thing is a setup.
“Go and I follow. Run through gap in wire, into the trees. Your friend is waiting.”
“My friend? Who …”
But the push to her back causes her to run, and despite her aches and pians, her exhaustion and agony, Sophia’s body is soon consumed by the foliage …
The hills above South Pyongyang
Grace Miller is pacing back and forth.
A time check.
The chopper will be here in twenty minutes … come on Sophia!
Then she hears a movement. A rustling in the otherwise still surroundings. Twigs and branches breaking and then bodies burst from the undergrowth into the small clearing …
The Special Agent goes for her gun, it’s a natural reaction but then is stopped from all movement as Sophia’s arms wind around her neck and the younger girl hugs Grace tightly.
“Sophia …”
“Grace, you came.”
“Of course we came.”
Then Sophia collapsed into the older girl’s arms.
“My money.” Cam Pi Sok spoke. He wasn’t smiling … Grace wasn’t sure that he knew how to.
“Help me get her onto the helicopter please …” The Special Agent could hear the whir of blades.
“Money … now.” The man repeated. And all Grace could do was recall the way he had sodomised her … made her endure degrading humiliation …
Taking out her handgun she held it to his head and his facial expression changed.
“Please no, I do as you say … no don’t shoot.”
Grace’s long hair began to blow wild about her face as the branches of the nearby trees also swayed. The chopper was landing …
“Get her on board now,” Grace ordered.
In a matter of a minute Sophia was being strapped securely inside the helicopter.
As Special Agent Miller stepped up alongside her colleague, she pulled the envelope out of her pocket and threw it down to the ground.
He had his money.
Sophia was safe.
They were going home …
To Be Continued …
Kaechon Internment Camp 14, South Pyongyang
Boom!
For a moment, Sophia is certain that the bastard raping her has hit her again, that the deafening noise is her facial bones cracking, but the chaos that happens right there and then dispels that impression. The man jumps off her with a curse, his cock sticking out of his unzipped pants, and staggers back a couple of feet as another explosion shakes the room.
Seizing the chance, Sophia rolls to the side ignoring the throbbing pain in her face and shoulder.
She sees her abuser laying prostrate in the position of his final death throes. The first shot seemed to have taken him in the leg, but once he had moved away then the second bullet hit the side of his head, which now lay in an evert increasing pool of blood.
Then Sophia looks up to see another man in the room, his slight body framed by the doorway.
For what seems like an age they just stare at one another. He isn’t smiling, doesn’t look happy and her brief feeling of respite, having been saved from being raped, now feels like she is out of the frying pan slap bang into the middle of the fire.
“So, it’s your turn now, is it?” she says, her words infused with an acerbic tone that she can’t hide. “Which way do you want me, huh? On my knees, all fours, on my back? Would you like to soften me up first …” Sophia’s life had become an endless hell of assault and abuse and she is convinced that now she is to be taken again. Except what the man does next doesn’t feel like that’s the case.
“Here, put these on and then come with me.”
He throws down a pair of men’s joggers or yoga pants, which are way too big, and a skimpy, small, white top that barely covers her breasts.
“Tie them with this,” he throws her a length of rope having clearly anticipated the over-sized nature of the pants.
“Hurry up, we need to move now.”
He didn’t call her Turd!
The walk is the same. The infernal corridor that leads to her torment. But now, at this moment, she is no longer naked, which tells Sophia that something is different.
“Wh … what are we doing …?” She can barely get the words out.
“I am taking you away from here.”
“What? Why? How?”
“You can talk soon, but now just follow me,” he says to the confused girl in his wake.
But as their walk lengthens and they take a route along twisting and turning corridors it becomes clear that this man is certainly taking her somewhere that she hasn’t been before.
And then they reach a door. It opens and outside, beyond the fence, is woodland.
“Go.” Is all he says.
“What?” Sophia is feeling scared, as if the whole thing is a setup.
“Go and I follow. Run through gap in wire, into the trees. Your friend is waiting.”
“My friend? Who …”
But the push to her back causes her to run, and despite her aches and pians, her exhaustion and agony, Sophia’s body is soon consumed by the foliage …
The hills above South Pyongyang
Grace Miller is pacing back and forth.
A time check.
The chopper will be here in twenty minutes … come on Sophia!
Then she hears a movement. A rustling in the otherwise still surroundings. Twigs and branches breaking and then bodies burst from the undergrowth into the small clearing …
The Special Agent goes for her gun, it’s a natural reaction but then is stopped from all movement as Sophia’s arms wind around her neck and the younger girl hugs Grace tightly.
“Sophia …”
“Grace, you came.”
“Of course we came.”
Then Sophia collapsed into the older girl’s arms.
“My money.” Cam Pi Sok spoke. He wasn’t smiling … Grace wasn’t sure that he knew how to.
“Help me get her onto the helicopter please …” The Special Agent could hear the whir of blades.
“Money … now.” The man repeated. And all Grace could do was recall the way he had sodomised her … made her endure degrading humiliation …
Taking out her handgun she held it to his head and his facial expression changed.
“Please no, I do as you say … no don’t shoot.”
Grace’s long hair began to blow wild about her face as the branches of the nearby trees also swayed. The chopper was landing …
“Get her on board now,” Grace ordered.
In a matter of a minute Sophia was being strapped securely inside the helicopter.
As Special Agent Miller stepped up alongside her colleague, she pulled the envelope out of her pocket and threw it down to the ground.
He had his money.
Sophia was safe.
They were going home …
To Be Continued …
I knew you wouldn’t disappoint! You could finish here so I can imagine a lesbian bdsm session between Grace and Sophia if you like!!!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
One more instalment to go Loin' ... I don't think you'll be disappointed
A few examples of how Fossy excels at engaging one’s imagination when he writes. Such vivid images…all of them.
Well, that was certainly the honorable thing to do. A deal is a deal, after all. Still, I wouldn’t have minded at all if Grace and Sophia had simply lifted off in that chopper and left him standing there thinking he was lucky she didn’t shoot him.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
I am certain that thought crossed her mind Barb
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Amazing Grace (7)
Grace Miller’s new, one-bedroomed apartment, Tower Hamlets, London
Pulling her left wrist free from the loosely hanging rope that had bound her to the bed-head Grace rolled over next to Kat and snuggled close. She nestled her head on her lover’s scarred chest and wrapped her arms around her warm body. "Hold me!" she whispered.
They drifted back to sleep in each other's arms.
Sometime later Kat woke up. Grace was dreaming again. She had both hands between her legs, moaning quietly as she humped at her fingers. Kat slowly raised the blanket, and watched the younger girl, knees parted, pulling and tugging on the soft, shadowy flesh, whimpering and sighing to herself.
Kat watched for a while, becoming ever more wet as she did. This vision of Grace masturbating was turning her on. Kat was so pleased, and relieved, that Grace had finally made contact with her upon her return from North Korea. She had missed her friend and lover so much since Aleppo.
Fuck … Kat was feeling so damn horny, and the desire to reach down and play with her former colleague’s pussy was overwhelming … especially as it seemed that Grace was on the verge of climaxing. Maybe she just needed a little push over the edge for the ecstasy to explode. The musky smell of Grace’s moist pussy prompted Kat to shuffle down under the blanket and wiggle her way between the open thighs that presented themselves.
Warm kisses on Grace’s smooth, bare mound woke the Special Agent and she stopped pulling on her pliant lips when she realised that Kat was between her legs. Any feeling of embarrassment from realising that her lover had seen her unconsciously masturbating faded the second she felt the older girl’s tongue lapping at her throbbing clit.
Kat reached up and pulled Grace's hands back down. "Don’t move them …” she whispered, “…I liked it, the way you were holding yourself open,” and, guiding Grace's hands, she placed them back in position.
"Hold yourself open for me!" Kat purred as she bent and kissed the hard little clit peeking out, exposed from the soft hood, and, taking Kat’s instruction, she held herself open. Feeling a warm tongue licking at the soft, pink flesh before plunging deeper into her slippery slit, Grace arched her back and cried out.
“Oh Kat, ohhhh fucking hell … I love you so much!”
This felt so freaking good. Grace pulling at her own inner lips, the sensation lapping away at her body, the hot breath, slurping noises … it felt so damn good.
“Fucking hell Kat …” Grace always swore in the most eloquent manner, her upper-class upbringing coming to the fore even when she cursed. Then she felt the muscles in her stomach tightening and opened herself wider, raising her hips, holding them high away from the bed … her abdomen contracted and then her mound and then … and then …
“Ohhhhhhhh yes! Oh my God, Kaaaaaat!” The most intense orgasm thundered through her body. Kat was relentless as she sent Grace to a place that no one else ever took her … The taste of climaxing pussy was intoxicating as Ekaterina continued to suck at her friend’s clit through the entirety of the orgasm, heightening and extending it until the younger girl fell back to the bed, shaking with the after-shocks of her release.
Both girls were startled when Grace's phone vibrated on the surface of the bedside table. It was HQ.
“Sorry Kat I need to take this.” But as she did, Grace placed the call on speaker so that Kat could hear.
“Special Agent Miller …”
“Oh, it’s you.” Grace’s response to hearing Marcus Devonshire’s voice was less than enthusiastic.
“You mean, ‘Oh it’s you … Sir.'”
Grace sighed. “What do you want Marcus …” She had not forgiven him for being responsible, in her mind, for having influenced the decision to send Sophia out to Italy in the first place … if she hadn’t been there then she would not have been ‘sold’ to the North Koreans and then not had to suffer the rapes and abuse that almost killed her…
“I want to let you know that Sophia Moore is stable in hospital. She has the best care on offer at the Wellington in St John’s Wood. All thanks to you Special Agent Miller.”
… and no thanks to you, you incompetent fool … were the words that stayed inside Grace’s head. She remained silent.
“Oh, and …” Devonshire continued, “… Sophia won’t be returning to the service, even after she has recovered …”
“Probably best,” Grace agreed, before adding, “Is that all … Sir?”
There was a pause, but then, when Devonshire spoke again Grace could sense the glee in his voice.
“Not quite, one other thing. Roger Moore has stepped down. Based upon conflicting interests that caused Sophia Moore to be sent out into the field, his decision making was seen as a dereliction of duty, and negligence of the highest order. Mister Moore has been formally retired out of the service as from today …”
Grace did not like where this was heading.
“… and so, I have stepped into the role. With immediate effect, Special Agent Miller, I am the new Head of MI6 …”
Grace didn’t know what to say. How could this bastard have got himself into such a position? Manipulating Roger Moore into sending his own, inexperienced daughter into the field, most probably knowing that she would be in extreme danger, and all because Sophia spurned his advances. Then using that same situation to get his boss fired so that he could take over the reins. Devonshire was a controlling, evil monster.
“Congratulations …” Was all Grace replied, her intonation flat.
After the short conversation had ended the girls lay snuggled in the afterglow of their coupling.
“Bastard.” Grace whispered. “How could he do that?”
Kat nibbled at her friend’s neck and then licked at her ear. Grace giggled as their mouths met and she tasted her own pussy on Kat's face and lips …
“I’m glad you came back to me,” Kat said quietly, as the kiss slowly ebbed, and the older girl picked up the ropes once more so that she could re-tie her lover to the bed.
“Me too,” Grace replied with a warm smile.
This brings "Italian Torment" to a close. Ordinarily the girls would take a break now whilst the Author refreshes and renews his creative juices (such as they are). However, there is more story to tell and so, marking a full twelve months since the release of the very first Sexpionage Story here on CF, "Swallow's Nest", a brand new adventure will begin on Monday 3rd January. So, take a few days off along with the Sexpionage team, and then join us here for the exclusive serialisation of "Full Circle" a brand new three part series …
Grace Miller’s new, one-bedroomed apartment, Tower Hamlets, London
Pulling her left wrist free from the loosely hanging rope that had bound her to the bed-head Grace rolled over next to Kat and snuggled close. She nestled her head on her lover’s scarred chest and wrapped her arms around her warm body. "Hold me!" she whispered.
They drifted back to sleep in each other's arms.
Sometime later Kat woke up. Grace was dreaming again. She had both hands between her legs, moaning quietly as she humped at her fingers. Kat slowly raised the blanket, and watched the younger girl, knees parted, pulling and tugging on the soft, shadowy flesh, whimpering and sighing to herself.
Kat watched for a while, becoming ever more wet as she did. This vision of Grace masturbating was turning her on. Kat was so pleased, and relieved, that Grace had finally made contact with her upon her return from North Korea. She had missed her friend and lover so much since Aleppo.
Fuck … Kat was feeling so damn horny, and the desire to reach down and play with her former colleague’s pussy was overwhelming … especially as it seemed that Grace was on the verge of climaxing. Maybe she just needed a little push over the edge for the ecstasy to explode. The musky smell of Grace’s moist pussy prompted Kat to shuffle down under the blanket and wiggle her way between the open thighs that presented themselves.
Warm kisses on Grace’s smooth, bare mound woke the Special Agent and she stopped pulling on her pliant lips when she realised that Kat was between her legs. Any feeling of embarrassment from realising that her lover had seen her unconsciously masturbating faded the second she felt the older girl’s tongue lapping at her throbbing clit.
Kat reached up and pulled Grace's hands back down. "Don’t move them …” she whispered, “…I liked it, the way you were holding yourself open,” and, guiding Grace's hands, she placed them back in position.
"Hold yourself open for me!" Kat purred as she bent and kissed the hard little clit peeking out, exposed from the soft hood, and, taking Kat’s instruction, she held herself open. Feeling a warm tongue licking at the soft, pink flesh before plunging deeper into her slippery slit, Grace arched her back and cried out.
“Oh Kat, ohhhh fucking hell … I love you so much!”
This felt so freaking good. Grace pulling at her own inner lips, the sensation lapping away at her body, the hot breath, slurping noises … it felt so damn good.
“Fucking hell Kat …” Grace always swore in the most eloquent manner, her upper-class upbringing coming to the fore even when she cursed. Then she felt the muscles in her stomach tightening and opened herself wider, raising her hips, holding them high away from the bed … her abdomen contracted and then her mound and then … and then …
“Ohhhhhhhh yes! Oh my God, Kaaaaaat!” The most intense orgasm thundered through her body. Kat was relentless as she sent Grace to a place that no one else ever took her … The taste of climaxing pussy was intoxicating as Ekaterina continued to suck at her friend’s clit through the entirety of the orgasm, heightening and extending it until the younger girl fell back to the bed, shaking with the after-shocks of her release.
Both girls were startled when Grace's phone vibrated on the surface of the bedside table. It was HQ.
“Sorry Kat I need to take this.” But as she did, Grace placed the call on speaker so that Kat could hear.
“Special Agent Miller …”
“Oh, it’s you.” Grace’s response to hearing Marcus Devonshire’s voice was less than enthusiastic.
“You mean, ‘Oh it’s you … Sir.'”
Grace sighed. “What do you want Marcus …” She had not forgiven him for being responsible, in her mind, for having influenced the decision to send Sophia out to Italy in the first place … if she hadn’t been there then she would not have been ‘sold’ to the North Koreans and then not had to suffer the rapes and abuse that almost killed her…
“I want to let you know that Sophia Moore is stable in hospital. She has the best care on offer at the Wellington in St John’s Wood. All thanks to you Special Agent Miller.”
… and no thanks to you, you incompetent fool … were the words that stayed inside Grace’s head. She remained silent.
“Oh, and …” Devonshire continued, “… Sophia won’t be returning to the service, even after she has recovered …”
“Probably best,” Grace agreed, before adding, “Is that all … Sir?”
There was a pause, but then, when Devonshire spoke again Grace could sense the glee in his voice.
“Not quite, one other thing. Roger Moore has stepped down. Based upon conflicting interests that caused Sophia Moore to be sent out into the field, his decision making was seen as a dereliction of duty, and negligence of the highest order. Mister Moore has been formally retired out of the service as from today …”
Grace did not like where this was heading.
“… and so, I have stepped into the role. With immediate effect, Special Agent Miller, I am the new Head of MI6 …”
Grace didn’t know what to say. How could this bastard have got himself into such a position? Manipulating Roger Moore into sending his own, inexperienced daughter into the field, most probably knowing that she would be in extreme danger, and all because Sophia spurned his advances. Then using that same situation to get his boss fired so that he could take over the reins. Devonshire was a controlling, evil monster.
“Congratulations …” Was all Grace replied, her intonation flat.
After the short conversation had ended the girls lay snuggled in the afterglow of their coupling.
“Bastard.” Grace whispered. “How could he do that?”
Kat nibbled at her friend’s neck and then licked at her ear. Grace giggled as their mouths met and she tasted her own pussy on Kat's face and lips …
“I’m glad you came back to me,” Kat said quietly, as the kiss slowly ebbed, and the older girl picked up the ropes once more so that she could re-tie her lover to the bed.
“Me too,” Grace replied with a warm smile.
This brings "Italian Torment" to a close. Ordinarily the girls would take a break now whilst the Author refreshes and renews his creative juices (such as they are). However, there is more story to tell and so, marking a full twelve months since the release of the very first Sexpionage Story here on CF, "Swallow's Nest", a brand new adventure will begin on Monday 3rd January. So, take a few days off along with the Sexpionage team, and then join us here for the exclusive serialisation of "Full Circle" a brand new three part series …
Mmmmm… Ekatarina I think is my favourite, if I recall she’s the one with all the brutal scarring from previous episodes! The one who went to Minsk…
The scene is a perfect ending although a shame about not seeing Sophia any more… I thought she was shaping up to become Kat’s rival for scars!!
Well done in this final chapter , a perfect erotic dessert after a harrowing main course!
The scene is a perfect ending although a shame about not seeing Sophia any more… I thought she was shaping up to become Kat’s rival for scars!!
Well done in this final chapter , a perfect erotic dessert after a harrowing main course!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Thank you Loin' much appreciated. Kat is the one with the scarred body ... she has been through a lot, and I do wonder how much more she can actually take. Have we seen the last of Sophia? Probably, but you never know ...