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Sexpionage III
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Well, now I'm just dying for the moment when you can give Kruger a bloody good kicking!Ha ha no not me for sure
Hang in there Lacey. Don’t let Kruger get to you. Mind over matter. Remember everything you learned in training. Don’t let Mi6 down, even though they probably don’t give a damn about what happens to you. Do your best for Queen and Country!
Sharkman
Governor
Phew! What is MI6? Who keeps us in mind? Not again a big 'Skyfall (2012)' with a blast and our beloved talented IT-expert Kruger is finished.
@Fossy: Hire and Fire. 'Live and Let Die (1973)'. Or is Kruger this expensive one actor on payroll? Then I am even for Wragg's idea ... a bloody good kick in the ...
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Bared for All (3)
A small unused warehouse in Enkoping, approximately 79 kilometres outside Stockholm
"Choosing to stay quiet are you Agent Anderson … unless I press the right buttons, huh?" Kruger displayed his hand above her face and tapped lightly at her thigh again. "Do you really want to do this the hard way?"
Lacey tensed, feeling his touch. She knew it was coming. And, as he began to press again into her burgeoning bruise, he let out a little chuckle. "You don't need to tell me it hurts, I can tell that from the readings. But if you cooperate, maybe I'll tell you which of your little spy friends helped me find you."
Her stomach dropped, blood rushing to her ears and pounding in her head. She knew he could see her reaction on the computer and tried to push that thought out of her mind. His words were nothing but a tactic to try and turn people against each other, to sow the seeds of doubt. He was lying, she knew that.
But what if he wasn't? What if someone had sold her out, sold out her location, told him how and where to find her. The thought on its own addled her mind.
Kruger gently stroked his nails up and down Lacey’s sides, along the smooth skin above and below the restraints. She felt her flesh goose-bumping, her nipples hardening again under his gaze as he played her like an instrument. His thumb strummed the flawless flesh of her stomach, running repeatedly over the lower edge of her belly before dipping lower and stroking along her thighs then up toward her aching pussy.
She hated how wet she was. She hated that she could sense it, no, much more than sense it, Lacey could feel the juices pooling between her open thighs while this monster played with her. She knew that her soft lips were glistening, coated with her own natural juices. He was beginning to get under her skin.
The young Agent’s muscles ached from being in the same position for so long, from the way he had hit her and stroked her and from the precise, measured attention he was giving to her. Lacey’s head swam from the knowledge that he had a window into her body's reactions from that damn screen. She knew that she couldn't hide, couldn't even consciously control her response to his unwanted ministrations.
Kruger’s fingers dipped between her legs once more. Two pushed into her, searching, intruding, and the full humiliation of how wet she was dawned as he plunged deep into her body. His penetrative digits curling to circle inside her, the gentle sucking sounds reminding her with every thrust how fucking wet she was.
Oscar Kruger fingered Lacey her until she was shaking, still staring up at him, refusing to close her eyes, refusing to give in to him even if he could read her reactions. She wouldn't, she couldn't … he could force information out of her however he wanted, but he couldn't make her give in to him ... could he?
He was good at this. His fingers felt so fucking good, as he pushed further into her, angling the penetration so that he invaded the entirety of her pussy, filling her, circling, stretching the walls, opening the slit … exposing her … degrading her … humiliating her …
Lacey was close, and they both knew it, his eyes peering down to study her face, until she had to close her eyes to get away from him, an act that earned a bout of repeated face slapping until she opened them again.
He grabbed her face in his hand, his other still busily pumping between her shaking legs, and kissed her, swallowing the small moan that she finally let escape. He pulled back, his hand an idle threat on her cheek while his other pushed her closer and closer inexorably towards the edge, eyes flicking up to the screen every few moments before returning to stare at her, working her like a machine. Pressure built in her stomach, and, oh god she wanted him to touch her clit, it didn't matter, it was going to happen whether or not she liked it and so she let herself wish, let herself want, let herself accept that she was going to …
And then …
Kruger stopped, pulling his fingers from the bound girl just as she was about to tumble over the climactic precipice. She gasped, sucking in a breath, thighs tense, her muscles trembling.
He smiled down at her. "I want to hurt you, you know."
Worn down, left dangling and aching and throbbing, she couldn't hide the tremble that went through her, the way his voice made her clench the pliant walls of her pussy and wish that his fingers were back inside her.
"But you can't hurt someone indefinitely, there comes a point of diminishing returns, pretty spy”
She ignored his words, trying to still her shaking as she kept their eyes in contact. Lacey took a few deep breaths, willing her voice to be steady as she attempted to plan her next move.
"You said if I cooperated you might tell me who sold me out, but you didn't tell me what my cooperation needed to be."
He dragged a finger down her abdomen, making her twitch and her muscles contract under the restraints. "You want to know what I want." He drew little circles on her abdomen before sliding his touch between her legs again, and this time his longest finger dipped deeper inside to gather up some of her juices which in turn he massaged into Lacey’s swollen clit. He began to gently rub, barely at all to begin with, and then with a little more pressure, up and down in small slow motions. It was too brief a touch to stimulate her further, initially that was, but soon an ache of need emanated from her engorged clitoris that made her want to scream and thrust into his touch. Anger, arousal and desperation rose up in her chest again and she tried to swallow them as he continued his slow, calculated assault.
"I know … what … y-you … w-want," she bit out between staggered pants.
"Do you?" he asked, detached, continuing to drag the tip of his finger slowly against her. It felt good, but it wasn't enough to bring her back to that place of impending ecstasy, which was where Lacey so desperately needed to be right now.
Her juices were flowing into his hand, a glistening puddle growing rapidly from between her thighs, flooding under her ass. When he pulled away again, she let out a strangled, desperate cry.
"You respond well to this, little spy," he said softly. "Let's see how far we can take you …”
To Be Continued …
A small unused warehouse in Enkoping, approximately 79 kilometres outside Stockholm
"Choosing to stay quiet are you Agent Anderson … unless I press the right buttons, huh?" Kruger displayed his hand above her face and tapped lightly at her thigh again. "Do you really want to do this the hard way?"
Lacey tensed, feeling his touch. She knew it was coming. And, as he began to press again into her burgeoning bruise, he let out a little chuckle. "You don't need to tell me it hurts, I can tell that from the readings. But if you cooperate, maybe I'll tell you which of your little spy friends helped me find you."
Her stomach dropped, blood rushing to her ears and pounding in her head. She knew he could see her reaction on the computer and tried to push that thought out of her mind. His words were nothing but a tactic to try and turn people against each other, to sow the seeds of doubt. He was lying, she knew that.
But what if he wasn't? What if someone had sold her out, sold out her location, told him how and where to find her. The thought on its own addled her mind.
Kruger gently stroked his nails up and down Lacey’s sides, along the smooth skin above and below the restraints. She felt her flesh goose-bumping, her nipples hardening again under his gaze as he played her like an instrument. His thumb strummed the flawless flesh of her stomach, running repeatedly over the lower edge of her belly before dipping lower and stroking along her thighs then up toward her aching pussy.
She hated how wet she was. She hated that she could sense it, no, much more than sense it, Lacey could feel the juices pooling between her open thighs while this monster played with her. She knew that her soft lips were glistening, coated with her own natural juices. He was beginning to get under her skin.
The young Agent’s muscles ached from being in the same position for so long, from the way he had hit her and stroked her and from the precise, measured attention he was giving to her. Lacey’s head swam from the knowledge that he had a window into her body's reactions from that damn screen. She knew that she couldn't hide, couldn't even consciously control her response to his unwanted ministrations.
Kruger’s fingers dipped between her legs once more. Two pushed into her, searching, intruding, and the full humiliation of how wet she was dawned as he plunged deep into her body. His penetrative digits curling to circle inside her, the gentle sucking sounds reminding her with every thrust how fucking wet she was.
Oscar Kruger fingered Lacey her until she was shaking, still staring up at him, refusing to close her eyes, refusing to give in to him even if he could read her reactions. She wouldn't, she couldn't … he could force information out of her however he wanted, but he couldn't make her give in to him ... could he?
He was good at this. His fingers felt so fucking good, as he pushed further into her, angling the penetration so that he invaded the entirety of her pussy, filling her, circling, stretching the walls, opening the slit … exposing her … degrading her … humiliating her …
Lacey was close, and they both knew it, his eyes peering down to study her face, until she had to close her eyes to get away from him, an act that earned a bout of repeated face slapping until she opened them again.
He grabbed her face in his hand, his other still busily pumping between her shaking legs, and kissed her, swallowing the small moan that she finally let escape. He pulled back, his hand an idle threat on her cheek while his other pushed her closer and closer inexorably towards the edge, eyes flicking up to the screen every few moments before returning to stare at her, working her like a machine. Pressure built in her stomach, and, oh god she wanted him to touch her clit, it didn't matter, it was going to happen whether or not she liked it and so she let herself wish, let herself want, let herself accept that she was going to …
And then …
Kruger stopped, pulling his fingers from the bound girl just as she was about to tumble over the climactic precipice. She gasped, sucking in a breath, thighs tense, her muscles trembling.
He smiled down at her. "I want to hurt you, you know."
Worn down, left dangling and aching and throbbing, she couldn't hide the tremble that went through her, the way his voice made her clench the pliant walls of her pussy and wish that his fingers were back inside her.
"But you can't hurt someone indefinitely, there comes a point of diminishing returns, pretty spy”
She ignored his words, trying to still her shaking as she kept their eyes in contact. Lacey took a few deep breaths, willing her voice to be steady as she attempted to plan her next move.
"You said if I cooperated you might tell me who sold me out, but you didn't tell me what my cooperation needed to be."
He dragged a finger down her abdomen, making her twitch and her muscles contract under the restraints. "You want to know what I want." He drew little circles on her abdomen before sliding his touch between her legs again, and this time his longest finger dipped deeper inside to gather up some of her juices which in turn he massaged into Lacey’s swollen clit. He began to gently rub, barely at all to begin with, and then with a little more pressure, up and down in small slow motions. It was too brief a touch to stimulate her further, initially that was, but soon an ache of need emanated from her engorged clitoris that made her want to scream and thrust into his touch. Anger, arousal and desperation rose up in her chest again and she tried to swallow them as he continued his slow, calculated assault.
"I know … what … y-you … w-want," she bit out between staggered pants.
"Do you?" he asked, detached, continuing to drag the tip of his finger slowly against her. It felt good, but it wasn't enough to bring her back to that place of impending ecstasy, which was where Lacey so desperately needed to be right now.
Her juices were flowing into his hand, a glistening puddle growing rapidly from between her thighs, flooding under her ass. When he pulled away again, she let out a strangled, desperate cry.
"You respond well to this, little spy," he said softly. "Let's see how far we can take you …”
To Be Continued …
Lace
Assistant executioner
me too Mister Wragg
Lace
Assistant executioner
Oh my goodness is that really me on that table, and was I turned on THAT much!
Same thought I had after reading the previous episode. I’m one step ahead of her thinking, and after reading this episode before getting out of bed this morning, Fossy had me one step closer to her in the sensory department. Whew!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Bared for All (4)
A small unused warehouse in Enkoping, approximately 79 kilometres outside Stockholm
By the time Kruger left her alone Lacey was barely conscious. If torture by orgasm was a thing, then she had been well and truly tortured. She hated this man, but she hated the feelings he was able to arouse in her more.
She had told him nothing about Karlsson’s movements, except that he was in UK custody and it was now too late for him, Kruger, to do anything about it. When he laughed, she almost wondered if her knew that anyway, and his captivity of her was simply for his own personal pleasure.
She had to escape, but laid here, exhausted, bound, tied down … how the fuck was she going to attempt to get free? Where even was she?
“Kruger, I need the bathroom …”
“KRRRUUUUUGER!” She yelled.
“Go where you lay little girl,” his grinning face shouted through the glass, “… then I can watch.”
“No, you don’t understand. I don’t need to pee … I need to ...”
“What? For fuck’s sake … okay.”
Five minutes later, naked and on wobbly legs. Lacey was in a small cubicle with Kruger standing outside waiting. She didn’t need the toilet at all, she had barely eaten anything for over 24 hours. But now she had five minutes space in which to think just a little more clearly.
The toilet cistern lid. Heavy ceramic and removable. It’s all she’s got, but it’s enough. Lacey flushes the lavatory and open the door. In one movement she raises her hands and swings the heavy pot at Kruger’s head. It takes all of her strength, but the young Agent connects and he tumbles to the ground where he lays unmoving as blood pools around him.
Is he dead? Did she kill him? Is that what she intended?
Lacey had no time to waste looking at him. If he’s dead then so be it. She was naked and felt so very vulnerable, but her escape was now on.
Outside the unused warehouse in Enkoping
Holding her breath, Lacey opened the door into a small corridor. Opposite, another door, that fortunately opened from the inside, allowed her to move outside. She scanned the area. There was no sign of anyone else, and all she could hear was the white noise of silence. So far, so good.
She stepped into the open air and closed the door behind her without even a glance back to see if Kruger was stirring. Taking a breath to steady her nerves, she moved towards a clump of trees. It was light, still daytime in Sweden, but, whilst the sun shone, it was chilly. As she entered the wooded area Agent Anderson exhaled in relief as the canopy of trees closed over her head, concealing her from any potential eyes in the sky.
“Sluta!” At the harshly yelled Swedish command, Lacey froze, instinctively raising her hands. Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. The male voice barked another command at her, and she turned around slowly. A dark-haired musclebound man was standing a couple of meters in front of her, his MP5 machine gun pointed at her bare chest. He was dressed in camouflage pants and a tight black tee shirt. Lacey noticed the radio hanging on his hip.
Guards … a perimeter … shit … I’m so, so fucked.
Glaring at here, the man speaks again. “Vem är du, vad gör du här?” (Who are you, what are you doing here?)
“I’m …” the nude MI6 Agent swallowed hard, feeling sweat trickling down her temples despite the chill. “... I’m staying with Oscar.”
“Oscar Kruger?” The guard looks confused for a moment; then his dark eyes widen. “You are the prisoner.”
“Äh, typ. Men nu är jag hans gäst.” (Um, kind of. But now I’m his guest). Speaking in fluent Swedish Lacey attempted a shy, weak smile, as she slowly lowered her hands to her sides. “… You know how that goes. He interrogates me, I respond. We fuck and then …”
An understanding look comes over the guard’s face. “You are his Hora.”
She’s pretty sure he just called her a whore, but she nods and widens her smile, hoping it looks seductive rather than frightened.
“What can I say. Oscar likes me,” the young Agent says, pulling her shoulders back to thrust her naked chest forward. “… You know what I mean?”
The man’s gaze slides from her face to her firm breasts, swollen with adrenalin and tipped by rock hard nipples. “Ja.” His voice is slightly hoarse. “I know what you mean.” Lacey takes a step toward him, keeping the smile on her face.
The guard finally manages to tear his gaze away from her body. His eyes are slightly glazed as he looks up at her face, but his weapon is still pointed directly at her as the young Agent slowly moves towards him.
“You should not be out here.”
“I know.” She purposefully bites on her lower lip, knowing the vulnerability that exudes. “Oscar lets me come out for fresh air, but I wandered too far and I got lost.”
It’s the stupidest story ever, but the guard doesn’t seem to think so, and what’s more, she is naked, but that also doesn’t strike the senseless man as strange. Then again, the fact that he’s staring at her pussy like he wants to eat it may have something to do with that.
“So, maybe you can point me back to his house,” Lacey continues when he remains silent. She risks another tiny step toward him.
“Will you help me ... Please, I will be very grateful.”
“If you will then show me just how grateful you will be then, yes I will.” Anticipating the pleasure that he can take from this blonde beauty, he lowers his weapon and takes hold of her left arm. “Come. I will take you back myself.”
“Thank you.” Lacey smiles as brightly as she can and, once his weapon is lowered, she jabs her right hand upwards, ramming the heel of her palm into the underside of his nose. There’s a crunching noise, followed by a spray of red. The guard stumbles back, reflexively clutching his bloody face, and the Agent grabs the barrel of his MP5, kicking out as she yanks the assault rifle away from his body. Her foot connects with his knee, but the man doesn’t let go. Instead, he moves his hand away from his broken nose and grips the weapon with both hands, pulling it, and Lacey, towards him.
He may not be as well trained as Kruger, but he’s still much stronger than she is. Realising that she only has seconds before he wrestles her to the ground, Lacey stops pulling and instead pushes the gun toward him, causing him to lose his balance for a moment. At the same time, she kicks upward between his legs as hard as she can. Her bare foot meets its target: the guard’s balls. A choked gasp escapes the man’s throat, followed by a high-pitched scream as he bends at the waist. His face turns sickly pale, and his grip on the gun loosens for a second … which is all the time Agent Anderson needs. Jerking the heavy weapon out of the guard’s hands, she swings it at his head.
The rifle makes a loud thud as it meets his skull. The impact of the collision sends a jolt of pain through her arms, but her opponent drops like a stone. She has no idea if he’s unconscious or dead, and she doesn’t waste time checking. If there are other guards in the vicinity, they might’ve heard his scream.
Placing the MP5 on the ground she strips him of his combats and tee shirt. They are way, way too big for the female Agent, but his belt loops into a tie and keeps the pants from falling. It’s much better than being naked. Clutching the MP5, with her feet still bare, Lacey begins running.
Tree. Bush. A gnarled root. An ant hill. The tiny landmarks blur in front of her eyes as she runs, her breath rattling loudly in her ears. Every couple of minutes, she glances behind for signs of pursuit, but none are evident, and after a few minutes, she risks slowing down to a jog.
There’s a river up ahead and no perimeter fencing whatsoever.
She’s done it, she’s free … now to find her way home.
To Be Continued …
A small unused warehouse in Enkoping, approximately 79 kilometres outside Stockholm
By the time Kruger left her alone Lacey was barely conscious. If torture by orgasm was a thing, then she had been well and truly tortured. She hated this man, but she hated the feelings he was able to arouse in her more.
She had told him nothing about Karlsson’s movements, except that he was in UK custody and it was now too late for him, Kruger, to do anything about it. When he laughed, she almost wondered if her knew that anyway, and his captivity of her was simply for his own personal pleasure.
She had to escape, but laid here, exhausted, bound, tied down … how the fuck was she going to attempt to get free? Where even was she?
“Kruger, I need the bathroom …”
“KRRRUUUUUGER!” She yelled.
“Go where you lay little girl,” his grinning face shouted through the glass, “… then I can watch.”
“No, you don’t understand. I don’t need to pee … I need to ...”
“What? For fuck’s sake … okay.”
Five minutes later, naked and on wobbly legs. Lacey was in a small cubicle with Kruger standing outside waiting. She didn’t need the toilet at all, she had barely eaten anything for over 24 hours. But now she had five minutes space in which to think just a little more clearly.
The toilet cistern lid. Heavy ceramic and removable. It’s all she’s got, but it’s enough. Lacey flushes the lavatory and open the door. In one movement she raises her hands and swings the heavy pot at Kruger’s head. It takes all of her strength, but the young Agent connects and he tumbles to the ground where he lays unmoving as blood pools around him.
Is he dead? Did she kill him? Is that what she intended?
Lacey had no time to waste looking at him. If he’s dead then so be it. She was naked and felt so very vulnerable, but her escape was now on.
Outside the unused warehouse in Enkoping
Holding her breath, Lacey opened the door into a small corridor. Opposite, another door, that fortunately opened from the inside, allowed her to move outside. She scanned the area. There was no sign of anyone else, and all she could hear was the white noise of silence. So far, so good.
She stepped into the open air and closed the door behind her without even a glance back to see if Kruger was stirring. Taking a breath to steady her nerves, she moved towards a clump of trees. It was light, still daytime in Sweden, but, whilst the sun shone, it was chilly. As she entered the wooded area Agent Anderson exhaled in relief as the canopy of trees closed over her head, concealing her from any potential eyes in the sky.
“Sluta!” At the harshly yelled Swedish command, Lacey froze, instinctively raising her hands. Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. The male voice barked another command at her, and she turned around slowly. A dark-haired musclebound man was standing a couple of meters in front of her, his MP5 machine gun pointed at her bare chest. He was dressed in camouflage pants and a tight black tee shirt. Lacey noticed the radio hanging on his hip.
Guards … a perimeter … shit … I’m so, so fucked.
Glaring at here, the man speaks again. “Vem är du, vad gör du här?” (Who are you, what are you doing here?)
“I’m …” the nude MI6 Agent swallowed hard, feeling sweat trickling down her temples despite the chill. “... I’m staying with Oscar.”
“Oscar Kruger?” The guard looks confused for a moment; then his dark eyes widen. “You are the prisoner.”
“Äh, typ. Men nu är jag hans gäst.” (Um, kind of. But now I’m his guest). Speaking in fluent Swedish Lacey attempted a shy, weak smile, as she slowly lowered her hands to her sides. “… You know how that goes. He interrogates me, I respond. We fuck and then …”
An understanding look comes over the guard’s face. “You are his Hora.”
She’s pretty sure he just called her a whore, but she nods and widens her smile, hoping it looks seductive rather than frightened.
“What can I say. Oscar likes me,” the young Agent says, pulling her shoulders back to thrust her naked chest forward. “… You know what I mean?”
The man’s gaze slides from her face to her firm breasts, swollen with adrenalin and tipped by rock hard nipples. “Ja.” His voice is slightly hoarse. “I know what you mean.” Lacey takes a step toward him, keeping the smile on her face.
The guard finally manages to tear his gaze away from her body. His eyes are slightly glazed as he looks up at her face, but his weapon is still pointed directly at her as the young Agent slowly moves towards him.
“You should not be out here.”
“I know.” She purposefully bites on her lower lip, knowing the vulnerability that exudes. “Oscar lets me come out for fresh air, but I wandered too far and I got lost.”
It’s the stupidest story ever, but the guard doesn’t seem to think so, and what’s more, she is naked, but that also doesn’t strike the senseless man as strange. Then again, the fact that he’s staring at her pussy like he wants to eat it may have something to do with that.
“So, maybe you can point me back to his house,” Lacey continues when he remains silent. She risks another tiny step toward him.
“Will you help me ... Please, I will be very grateful.”
“If you will then show me just how grateful you will be then, yes I will.” Anticipating the pleasure that he can take from this blonde beauty, he lowers his weapon and takes hold of her left arm. “Come. I will take you back myself.”
“Thank you.” Lacey smiles as brightly as she can and, once his weapon is lowered, she jabs her right hand upwards, ramming the heel of her palm into the underside of his nose. There’s a crunching noise, followed by a spray of red. The guard stumbles back, reflexively clutching his bloody face, and the Agent grabs the barrel of his MP5, kicking out as she yanks the assault rifle away from his body. Her foot connects with his knee, but the man doesn’t let go. Instead, he moves his hand away from his broken nose and grips the weapon with both hands, pulling it, and Lacey, towards him.
He may not be as well trained as Kruger, but he’s still much stronger than she is. Realising that she only has seconds before he wrestles her to the ground, Lacey stops pulling and instead pushes the gun toward him, causing him to lose his balance for a moment. At the same time, she kicks upward between his legs as hard as she can. Her bare foot meets its target: the guard’s balls. A choked gasp escapes the man’s throat, followed by a high-pitched scream as he bends at the waist. His face turns sickly pale, and his grip on the gun loosens for a second … which is all the time Agent Anderson needs. Jerking the heavy weapon out of the guard’s hands, she swings it at his head.
The rifle makes a loud thud as it meets his skull. The impact of the collision sends a jolt of pain through her arms, but her opponent drops like a stone. She has no idea if he’s unconscious or dead, and she doesn’t waste time checking. If there are other guards in the vicinity, they might’ve heard his scream.
Placing the MP5 on the ground she strips him of his combats and tee shirt. They are way, way too big for the female Agent, but his belt loops into a tie and keeps the pants from falling. It’s much better than being naked. Clutching the MP5, with her feet still bare, Lacey begins running.
Tree. Bush. A gnarled root. An ant hill. The tiny landmarks blur in front of her eyes as she runs, her breath rattling loudly in her ears. Every couple of minutes, she glances behind for signs of pursuit, but none are evident, and after a few minutes, she risks slowing down to a jog.
There’s a river up ahead and no perimeter fencing whatsoever.
She’s done it, she’s free … now to find her way home.
To Be Continued …
Oh, so she did actually receive some training beyond sex work? Go Lacey, run like the dickens!
Sharkman
Governor
Lace, come on! Just a little petting with Kruger. Lesson 69 in MI6 training.
Sharkman
Governor
O.K. this is not from a training lesson. This is instinct, good sense, ...
Oh YES!!! Lacey, you are amazing!!!
That's what they call gratitude!!
Fantastic episode, Fossy!
Sharkman
Governor
Lacey, you get rid of 'The Man with the Golden Gun (1974)'. Congratulation. Mission accomplished.
Sharkman
Governor
Two down, and she didn’t bother to check if they were dead or alive. Way to go Agent Anderson! Please note all you bastards back at Mi6. She triumphs!
Expert Agent Barb1, I am not sure ... you know Fossy and think of Agent Kat. Nailed to a wall. And O.K., you are right. Agent Lacey will need some more harsh winter.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Bared for All (5)
De-Brief Room, MI6 SIS HQ, Vauxhall London
“Thank you,” Lacey looked up into the face of the man who had brought her coffee, whilst another pair of hands closed the blinds to the conference room, securing it for her debrief. Notebooks and iPads come out as everyone gathered around the table.
“Anderson,” said Roger Moore. “Good to see you back. You had us all scared.”
The young Agent nodded. “WeIl I’ll be honest, I did think I was being set up as bait to secure the hassle-free exit for Mister Karlsson.” This had been Lacey’s first mission and she wasn’t sure how much of her own opinions she should speak about in this forum.
Moore looked at the girl. He had found her irresistibly attractive ever since he met her that first time following her graduation. Now that she had been ‘bloodied’ in the field, he wanted her.
“What happened in that place Agent Anderson?” Roger Moore asked, ignoring the implications of her contentious statement.
She told them everything. About Oscar Kruger. About the way she had been secured to the table. About him hitting her and then driving her crazy with his stimulation. She told them about the potential deaths of both Kruger and the Swedish guard, and about how she made it finally to a small Marina embedded into the many small islands in Stockholm’s Archipelago. It turned out to be the Grinda Marina and there she found all the communications equipment she needed – a laptop computer with internet …
Lacey told them everything she’d done and everything that she had discovered, and when it was over, you could hear a pin drop in the room. What she didn’t ask was the point still burning away inside her head. Was she betrayed?
“Jesus,” she heard Roger Moore mutter. Her chest felt tight, and she could feel her throat clenching involuntarily as she struggled to keep it together. Re-living all of that was the last thing Lacey really wanted to do, but it was too important not to. She looked up and saw Moore leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, staring at her.
Then he burst into life, and the team jumped. “Get on the phone to the Research Analysts, and share the details of Agent Anderson’s report. The rest of you, start following up on this shit. See if we can find out anything more about Kruger, and why he had a bloody team of Swedes working with him. I want to know of every bureaucrat and mercenary that might be connected to him or the South African SASS. He could simply be a cover for their activity. Tear apart every paper trail you can find and figure this out. Now go.”
Just like that, the room cleared. When it had, Moore came to Lacey’s side and sat down. She gazed down at her hands but then, when he said her name, the girl looked up.
“Lacey?”
“Boss?”
“I have one more job for you before we can put this to bed.”
The Crowne Plaza Hotel, Albert Embankment, London
Lacey stared out of the hotel room window and out over the London district of Lambeth, before turning to face the inside and smiling weakly at the female MI6 Officer who had was with her. Despite wearing a robe, she felt exposed, naked almost wearing only black lace lingerie underneath.
“There is no other way …” Moore had said to her at the end of the debrief. “Lars Karlsson will sign the release of his patents and copyrights over to us, only if he gets to spend an afternoon with you.”
That conversation had taken place only this morning. Lacey, despite everything she had been through, had to present herself submissively to Karlsson, and then service his every whim. Otherwise, he wasn’t going to sign the documents that MI6 required.
“Fuck.” The expletive came from Lacey’s mouth.
“Are you ready Agent Anderson?”
The young girl smiled a rueful smile and nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”
The Swedish IT Entrepreneur was in the room opposite, so all Lacey had to do was cross the small corridor and knock on his door. When it opened, she saw the lascivious smile of Karlsson’s grin greeting her, as he stood there wearing only a pair of loose-fitting shorts.
“You wanted me,” she said as she walked past him and into the room.
When the door was closed, Karlsson moved to a seat by the window.
“Take off the robe,” he instructed, getting straight down to business. Chewing provocatively on her bottom lip, Agent Anderson obeyed and, loosening the belt, she let the robe fall from her shoulders. The man’s breath hitched as he shifted his position. Lacey could already see the bulge in his shorts.
"Now Strip." Lacey knew that she would have to get naked, she just wasn’t sure how her clothes would be removed. This was better than having them torn away at least. Reaching behind her back she unclasped the bra and brough it round to her front, where she held it in position over her breasts for a brief tantalising moment while before dropping it onto the bed and exposing her bare chest to Karlsson’s eager gaze.
He needed to see more. The young girl hooked her fingers into either side of her thong, and with a sensual sway of her hips and a wriggle of her firm ass, she wound the underwear down her legs and off.
Not certain what to do next Lacey just stood there while he looked at her naked body.
Standing, with his hard cock now on full view, he said, "Crawl to me.”
What the fuck … she thought, but without speaking a word of objection, the nude girl got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to the chair upon which Lars Karlsson was once again seated.
As she approached, the perverted man immediately parted his legs, pushed aside the loose leg of his shorts and let his erection roam free. He was already so very hard …
Lacey crawled further until her head was in between his legs, in his crotch. She could see the mass of his pubic hair, smell its musky odour. She leaned in closer and stuck out her tongue to begin her devoted service.
And then … what the fuck. He picked up the TV remote and put the television on!
Lacey heard the moans and groans emanate from behind her. He was watching porn while she licked his cock. This man was unbelievable. He didn’t look at her once and Lacey felt like she was being completely ignored, even as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She didn't mind, though. She understood her role in this little vignette; she understood that she was here only to make him happy, serving his every whim, and if this was his thing then who was she to tell him different?
And here, on her hands and knees, she set about her task. As she breathed in the scent of his already leaking cock, and felt the coarse pubic hair rub against her face, all of the submissive sensations that she couldn’t help but experience, came flooding back to her. She felt so horny and wanted to touch herself, but she knew that this moment belonged to Karlsson. Lacey had to dedicate all of her attention and energy to pleasuring him.
It took very little time before the man’s thighs began to tense and his hips start to push against her face. The young girl could taste the increasing flow of leaking pre cum as it oozed onto her tongue and flowed into her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly and flicked her tongue around the small pee hole. This seemed to drive him crazy and so she took him into her mouth again and this time swallowed over half of his not insubstantial shaft.
Then she heard him groan, and felt his hips rise from the seat. He was going to cum …
The TV was still on, but the sound coming from it faded for both him and her as Lacey prepared to receive what it was that he had to give.
She sucked harder and then felt his hand grip the back of her head forcing her down onto him such that he was now deep into her throat.
And then he came … choking her with jet after jet of thick, white sperm as he went uncontrollably wild with his climax.
When Karlsson’s body finally came to rest, and Lacey’s breathing returned to normal, he turned up the TV, looked down at the girl still on her hands and knees before him with her face coated in cum, and whispered his final command.
“Now girl, you may leave.”
To Be Continued …
De-Brief Room, MI6 SIS HQ, Vauxhall London
“Thank you,” Lacey looked up into the face of the man who had brought her coffee, whilst another pair of hands closed the blinds to the conference room, securing it for her debrief. Notebooks and iPads come out as everyone gathered around the table.
“Anderson,” said Roger Moore. “Good to see you back. You had us all scared.”
The young Agent nodded. “WeIl I’ll be honest, I did think I was being set up as bait to secure the hassle-free exit for Mister Karlsson.” This had been Lacey’s first mission and she wasn’t sure how much of her own opinions she should speak about in this forum.
Moore looked at the girl. He had found her irresistibly attractive ever since he met her that first time following her graduation. Now that she had been ‘bloodied’ in the field, he wanted her.
“What happened in that place Agent Anderson?” Roger Moore asked, ignoring the implications of her contentious statement.
She told them everything. About Oscar Kruger. About the way she had been secured to the table. About him hitting her and then driving her crazy with his stimulation. She told them about the potential deaths of both Kruger and the Swedish guard, and about how she made it finally to a small Marina embedded into the many small islands in Stockholm’s Archipelago. It turned out to be the Grinda Marina and there she found all the communications equipment she needed – a laptop computer with internet …
Lacey told them everything she’d done and everything that she had discovered, and when it was over, you could hear a pin drop in the room. What she didn’t ask was the point still burning away inside her head. Was she betrayed?
“Jesus,” she heard Roger Moore mutter. Her chest felt tight, and she could feel her throat clenching involuntarily as she struggled to keep it together. Re-living all of that was the last thing Lacey really wanted to do, but it was too important not to. She looked up and saw Moore leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, staring at her.
Then he burst into life, and the team jumped. “Get on the phone to the Research Analysts, and share the details of Agent Anderson’s report. The rest of you, start following up on this shit. See if we can find out anything more about Kruger, and why he had a bloody team of Swedes working with him. I want to know of every bureaucrat and mercenary that might be connected to him or the South African SASS. He could simply be a cover for their activity. Tear apart every paper trail you can find and figure this out. Now go.”
Just like that, the room cleared. When it had, Moore came to Lacey’s side and sat down. She gazed down at her hands but then, when he said her name, the girl looked up.
“Lacey?”
“Boss?”
“I have one more job for you before we can put this to bed.”
The Crowne Plaza Hotel, Albert Embankment, London
Lacey stared out of the hotel room window and out over the London district of Lambeth, before turning to face the inside and smiling weakly at the female MI6 Officer who had was with her. Despite wearing a robe, she felt exposed, naked almost wearing only black lace lingerie underneath.
“There is no other way …” Moore had said to her at the end of the debrief. “Lars Karlsson will sign the release of his patents and copyrights over to us, only if he gets to spend an afternoon with you.”
That conversation had taken place only this morning. Lacey, despite everything she had been through, had to present herself submissively to Karlsson, and then service his every whim. Otherwise, he wasn’t going to sign the documents that MI6 required.
“Fuck.” The expletive came from Lacey’s mouth.
“Are you ready Agent Anderson?”
The young girl smiled a rueful smile and nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”
The Swedish IT Entrepreneur was in the room opposite, so all Lacey had to do was cross the small corridor and knock on his door. When it opened, she saw the lascivious smile of Karlsson’s grin greeting her, as he stood there wearing only a pair of loose-fitting shorts.
“You wanted me,” she said as she walked past him and into the room.
When the door was closed, Karlsson moved to a seat by the window.
“Take off the robe,” he instructed, getting straight down to business. Chewing provocatively on her bottom lip, Agent Anderson obeyed and, loosening the belt, she let the robe fall from her shoulders. The man’s breath hitched as he shifted his position. Lacey could already see the bulge in his shorts.
"Now Strip." Lacey knew that she would have to get naked, she just wasn’t sure how her clothes would be removed. This was better than having them torn away at least. Reaching behind her back she unclasped the bra and brough it round to her front, where she held it in position over her breasts for a brief tantalising moment while before dropping it onto the bed and exposing her bare chest to Karlsson’s eager gaze.
He needed to see more. The young girl hooked her fingers into either side of her thong, and with a sensual sway of her hips and a wriggle of her firm ass, she wound the underwear down her legs and off.
Not certain what to do next Lacey just stood there while he looked at her naked body.
Standing, with his hard cock now on full view, he said, "Crawl to me.”
What the fuck … she thought, but without speaking a word of objection, the nude girl got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to the chair upon which Lars Karlsson was once again seated.
As she approached, the perverted man immediately parted his legs, pushed aside the loose leg of his shorts and let his erection roam free. He was already so very hard …
Lacey crawled further until her head was in between his legs, in his crotch. She could see the mass of his pubic hair, smell its musky odour. She leaned in closer and stuck out her tongue to begin her devoted service.
And then … what the fuck. He picked up the TV remote and put the television on!
Lacey heard the moans and groans emanate from behind her. He was watching porn while she licked his cock. This man was unbelievable. He didn’t look at her once and Lacey felt like she was being completely ignored, even as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She didn't mind, though. She understood her role in this little vignette; she understood that she was here only to make him happy, serving his every whim, and if this was his thing then who was she to tell him different?
And here, on her hands and knees, she set about her task. As she breathed in the scent of his already leaking cock, and felt the coarse pubic hair rub against her face, all of the submissive sensations that she couldn’t help but experience, came flooding back to her. She felt so horny and wanted to touch herself, but she knew that this moment belonged to Karlsson. Lacey had to dedicate all of her attention and energy to pleasuring him.
It took very little time before the man’s thighs began to tense and his hips start to push against her face. The young girl could taste the increasing flow of leaking pre cum as it oozed onto her tongue and flowed into her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly and flicked her tongue around the small pee hole. This seemed to drive him crazy and so she took him into her mouth again and this time swallowed over half of his not insubstantial shaft.
Then she heard him groan, and felt his hips rise from the seat. He was going to cum …
The TV was still on, but the sound coming from it faded for both him and her as Lacey prepared to receive what it was that he had to give.
She sucked harder and then felt his hand grip the back of her head forcing her down onto him such that he was now deep into her throat.
And then he came … choking her with jet after jet of thick, white sperm as he went uncontrollably wild with his climax.
When Karlsson’s body finally came to rest, and Lacey’s breathing returned to normal, he turned up the TV, looked down at the girl still on her hands and knees before him with her face coated in cum, and whispered his final command.
“Now girl, you may leave.”
To Be Continued …