Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Girl, Taken (15)
A disused warehouse, East Side, Vågen, Bryggen, Bergen, Norway, 2:20 pm Sunday 7th April 2024
Agent Ashley Townsend looks up at Grzegorz Barta, her expression a mix of anger and fear.
“Open your legs and get into position,” Barta growls.
She sees the violence in his face, fuelled by anger and retaliation. It was only a few hours short hours ago that her attempt to continue under cover as a whore working inside Barta’s organisation was thwarted, but it already seems like a lifetime ago.
She was trapped, held captive by these perverted monsters and how Moore and Underwood would get anywhere near to rescuing her and poor Issy, she had no idea.
“Open your fucking legs Kurva,” Barta now sounds angry and Ashley already knows that if she refuses him, the consequences will be dire, for both them both.
She opens her legs and crawls closer to Issy. The younger girl’s eyes are soddened with tears and her head shakes slowly but very surely. Repeatedly beaten and raped, Issy had no fight left in her anymore.
Ashley lays down on her back and opens her legs, raising her hips a little to make her mound more prominent. Fleetingly, and crazily, she thinks of the time a few days ago when she declared to Roger Moore, the Head of the entire MI6 organisation, that she shaved her pussy, when in fact the Brazilian he had been referring to was food. It all seemed so irrelevant now.
Issy doesn't look at the older girl as she lowers her body down, her long brown hair falling in front of her face to graze Agent Townsend’s stomach.
Slowly and uncertainly her tongue extends and brushes Ashely cunt, flicking against her engorging clit.
“Nghhhhhhh!” Issy grunts as she's jolted forward from the force of Barta’s thrust into her pussy from behind.
Another rape.
The brutality of the sudden violation causes Issy to lick and suck at Ashley’s pussy with panic and desperation, a frantic stimulation that quickly has Agent Townsend’s legs shaking as small convulsions begin inside her stomach.
She notices that one of Barta's hands has reached around between Issy’s legs, and he's touching her now, bringing her to the edge. He wants them both to cum together.
The way Issy is going about her task, then it's not going to be long for Ashley, while the boss brings the young Underwood girl ever closer to the edge. Even Barta's breathing is getting heavier as he thrusts faster and harder into his helpless captive.
Ashley focuses on the dim cell light directly above her head as the feelings inside her grow.
“God, please, no more Master, please!!!” Issy cries, and begs, whimpering her words, but Barta only picks up speed.
Then Ashley cums ... oh so hard.
Violent pulses race through her body as she convulses and spasms again and again as Barta stiffens, arches and pours his seed into a climaxing Issy … as all three of them orgasm together.
When a little clarity returns to Agent Townsend’s mind, she looks down and sees Issy between her legs. Some of Barta’s thick, white load is on her ass and her chest is heaving as if she just climaxed … which of course, she did.
"Did we all just cum at the same time?" With a smirk, Barta stands up and stretches. He steps over to Ashley and growls.
“Get up you American cunt. You're not done yet.”
“What?” Is all Ashley can say as he grabs her by the arm and yanks her to my feet, causing Issy to roll away to the side. Momentarily Agent Tonwsend feels light-headed and wobbly on her still partially numb legs.
“Lick it up.”
The older girl looks down at Issy's ass. The pool of his cum, creamy white and glistening.
“You have to be …” Agent Townsend cannot help herself from objecting.
Barta grabs behind her neck and bends her over, her mouth an inch away from Issy's back.
“Lick up all my cum bitch.”
With an almost silent whimper, Ashley I opens her mouth and leans down. Her tongue touches his warm cum on Issy's back, and she proceeds to lap it up, doing the best she can not to leave any residue.
“Don't swallow,” Barta says, then adds, “Issy, get up.”
Resigned to pretty much anything, the younger girl sighs and sits up, staring at Barta, her Master as she gets onto her unsteady feet.
“Kiss,” he says. “Share my seed.”
Both girls know they have no option. Ashley moves in closer to Issy so that she can press her mouth against her. Some of Barta's thick, sticky cum slides into the younger girl’s mouth, as both sets of lips part.
“Now look at me,” Barta says, and as the girls separate, letting thick globs of his sperm slide down their chins, they see for the first time that Jerzy is filming everything.
A curt smile appears on his face as he says, “Put them back into the cages, and send the video to her father. Then seconds later, with the girls incarcerated once more, the men are gone,
Ashley moves to the corner of her cage and spits the revolting cum out. Issy doesn’t. She swallows, and she has no idea why.
Bergen sentrum politistasjon, Allehelgens gate 6, 5016 Bergen, Norway, 2:30 pm Sunday 7th April 2024
“Thanks for holding, Roger,” Clark O’Shaughnessy said to his SIS counterpart in London. “I now have you patched into a conference call originating in the headquarters of the Bergen police in Norway.
“Thanks for including me on the call, Clark”
“No problem at all. With us in Bergen on this call is CIA Agent Barbara Moore and Politioverbetjent Jørgen Hagen. Hagen is with the Bergen police and has taken both my Barbara and your Jason Underwood into custody in relation to a local murder case. Underwood is currently being held elsewhere in the building, but Hagen, has sent his assistant off to fetch him. With any luck. Underwood should be joining us on the call shortly.”
“Splendid. Thanks for arranging this, Clark. I suspect that it’s high time we take ownership of this operation and remove it from the dark. Agreed?”
“Regrettably so, but quite necessary at this point …. Ahhh, I believe Underwood is coming now.”
“Mr Underwood, as requested, sir!” Announced Politibetjent1 Maja Jensen, snapping off a ‘regulation perfect’ salute as she ushered a handcuffed Jase into the room.
“Thank you, Maja. Why the cuffs?”
“Mr Underwood apparently became unruly under questioning and took a swing at one of the interrogation officers, prompting them to restrain him.”
“I see. Remove his cuffs please, Maja. I don’t believe he’ll be of any further trouble now.”
“Yessir.”
“Good! Now that everyone is present,” began Clark O’Shaughnessy, “I think it would be helpful if Agent Underwood could enlighten us all as to what this is all about and to what exactly has transpired up to this point in time.”
“Thanks. I will,” responded Jase, his voice even but sharp. “As both Langley and London are well aware, but unwilling to admit to until now, Agent Moore and I have independently, without Agency sanction or support, taken on the daunting task of finding and rescuing my daughter Issy, who is at this very moment being held, violated, and tortured here in Bergen by that monstrous bastard, Grzegorz Barta. Issy’s abduction and the disgustingly horrific violations and abuses of body and mind she’s been forced to endure daily at the hands of Barta and his minions have been graphically communicated to me by phone … the object of that being to force me to rush, as any parent would, to discover where she’s being held hostage and surrender myself in exchange for her release.”
“Barta’s motivation is revenge,” Roger Moore quickly offered in the way of explanation for the benefit of the Bergen police. “Our Jason, you see, played the leading role in an operation some time ago that nearly succeeded in taking Barta down.”
“Why then were Moore and Underwood operating without London’s and Langely’s sanction or support?” Asked Hagen pointedly.
“That’s a long story, and quite irrelevant now. Let it suffice to say there were organizational reasons that need not be aired here,” snapped Roger Moore. “The important questions before us now are: what have Barb and Jason learned and what’s to be the plan going forward?”
“Barb and I have, in fact, accomplished quite a lot,” responded Jase with Barb nodding in vigorous agreement. “We’ve successfully traced Barta here to Bergen and infiltrated his operation with the assistance of CIA agent, Ashley Townsend, who regrettably is now his prisoner along with Issy.”
“Fuck!” Exploded O’Shaughnessy. “That explains why Townsend had gone silent!”
“Yeah, we kinda co-opted her services,” admitted Barb. “And unfortunately, things didn’t exactly go as planned.”
“And quite possibly will have gotten her killed before this is over! Damnit, Barb! She’s a rookie! You ought to have known better than to put her in danger!”
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that Clark … but that’s water under the bridge. To continue with where things presently stand, we now know precisely where Barta is holding Issy … and Ashley Townsend too. It’s in an old unused warehouse located down in the city’s historic Hansa district. We also know that Barta operates out of a nearby nightclub, known as the Bryggen. He’s there daily, conducting business.”
“And what of this murder you two are accused of committing?” interjected Roger Moore.”
“Totally innocent. We’re not actually accused. Just hauled in for questioning. The deceased name is Felix Habik. He’s one of Barta’s goons who died trying to rape Ashley in her room at the Bergen Hostel.
“A hostel? What the fuck was Ashley doing there?” Roared O’Shaunessey.
“It’s actually a house of ill repute. We set her up there to play the role of a prostitute, with the goal of somehow getting Felix to lead us to where Issy was being held. Ashley didn’t kill him, Clark. His death was accidental. He fell and hit his head.”
“Unbelievable,” muttered O’Shaughnessy barely audibly.
“In any case,” interjected Jason quickly, “we now need a plan for going forward and I can see only one possibility … that I go into the Bryggen nightclub this very evening and willingly give myself up to Barta.”
“But there’s no guarantee, if you do, that Barta will surrender your daughter and Agent Townsend.” observed Hagen.
“He probably won’t, but he’s unaware … presumably … of the fact that we know the location of where he’s holding Issy and Townsend.”
“Okay, but … since we already know they’re in that warehouse, why not just storm it using a heavily armed police swat team? Let the professionals handle it. Eh?”
“Because, storming it from the outside would take time, and Barta could simply order his people stationed there to kill both Issy and Townsend before the police managed to break in and find them. We need to have someone there on the inside who might make a difference … and that will be me. I need to give myself up and presumably be taken to see my daughter before any police action is launched.”
“And, to cover all eventualities,” added Barb, “my role will be to station myself outside to watch over all the Bryggen Club’s exits … while Hagen and Maja Jensen, posing as a ‘couple’, keep tabs on events inside. Once everything is in place … that is, when Jason has left the nightclub and has been transferred by Barta over to the warehouse … and only then … on my signal … do we bring in the swat team and storm the place!”
TBC
A disused warehouse, East Side, Vågen, Bryggen, Bergen, Norway, 2:20 pm Sunday 7th April 2024
Agent Ashley Townsend looks up at Grzegorz Barta, her expression a mix of anger and fear.
“Open your legs and get into position,” Barta growls.
She sees the violence in his face, fuelled by anger and retaliation. It was only a few hours short hours ago that her attempt to continue under cover as a whore working inside Barta’s organisation was thwarted, but it already seems like a lifetime ago.
She was trapped, held captive by these perverted monsters and how Moore and Underwood would get anywhere near to rescuing her and poor Issy, she had no idea.
“Open your fucking legs Kurva,” Barta now sounds angry and Ashley already knows that if she refuses him, the consequences will be dire, for both them both.
She opens her legs and crawls closer to Issy. The younger girl’s eyes are soddened with tears and her head shakes slowly but very surely. Repeatedly beaten and raped, Issy had no fight left in her anymore.
Ashley lays down on her back and opens her legs, raising her hips a little to make her mound more prominent. Fleetingly, and crazily, she thinks of the time a few days ago when she declared to Roger Moore, the Head of the entire MI6 organisation, that she shaved her pussy, when in fact the Brazilian he had been referring to was food. It all seemed so irrelevant now.
Issy doesn't look at the older girl as she lowers her body down, her long brown hair falling in front of her face to graze Agent Townsend’s stomach.
Slowly and uncertainly her tongue extends and brushes Ashely cunt, flicking against her engorging clit.
“Nghhhhhhh!” Issy grunts as she's jolted forward from the force of Barta’s thrust into her pussy from behind.
Another rape.
The brutality of the sudden violation causes Issy to lick and suck at Ashley’s pussy with panic and desperation, a frantic stimulation that quickly has Agent Townsend’s legs shaking as small convulsions begin inside her stomach.
She notices that one of Barta's hands has reached around between Issy’s legs, and he's touching her now, bringing her to the edge. He wants them both to cum together.
The way Issy is going about her task, then it's not going to be long for Ashley, while the boss brings the young Underwood girl ever closer to the edge. Even Barta's breathing is getting heavier as he thrusts faster and harder into his helpless captive.
Ashley focuses on the dim cell light directly above her head as the feelings inside her grow.
“God, please, no more Master, please!!!” Issy cries, and begs, whimpering her words, but Barta only picks up speed.
Then Ashley cums ... oh so hard.
Violent pulses race through her body as she convulses and spasms again and again as Barta stiffens, arches and pours his seed into a climaxing Issy … as all three of them orgasm together.
When a little clarity returns to Agent Townsend’s mind, she looks down and sees Issy between her legs. Some of Barta’s thick, white load is on her ass and her chest is heaving as if she just climaxed … which of course, she did.
"Did we all just cum at the same time?" With a smirk, Barta stands up and stretches. He steps over to Ashley and growls.
“Get up you American cunt. You're not done yet.”
“What?” Is all Ashley can say as he grabs her by the arm and yanks her to my feet, causing Issy to roll away to the side. Momentarily Agent Tonwsend feels light-headed and wobbly on her still partially numb legs.
“Lick it up.”
The older girl looks down at Issy's ass. The pool of his cum, creamy white and glistening.
“You have to be …” Agent Townsend cannot help herself from objecting.
Barta grabs behind her neck and bends her over, her mouth an inch away from Issy's back.
“Lick up all my cum bitch.”
With an almost silent whimper, Ashley I opens her mouth and leans down. Her tongue touches his warm cum on Issy's back, and she proceeds to lap it up, doing the best she can not to leave any residue.
“Don't swallow,” Barta says, then adds, “Issy, get up.”
Resigned to pretty much anything, the younger girl sighs and sits up, staring at Barta, her Master as she gets onto her unsteady feet.
“Kiss,” he says. “Share my seed.”
Both girls know they have no option. Ashley moves in closer to Issy so that she can press her mouth against her. Some of Barta's thick, sticky cum slides into the younger girl’s mouth, as both sets of lips part.
“Now look at me,” Barta says, and as the girls separate, letting thick globs of his sperm slide down their chins, they see for the first time that Jerzy is filming everything.
A curt smile appears on his face as he says, “Put them back into the cages, and send the video to her father. Then seconds later, with the girls incarcerated once more, the men are gone,
Ashley moves to the corner of her cage and spits the revolting cum out. Issy doesn’t. She swallows, and she has no idea why.
Bergen sentrum politistasjon, Allehelgens gate 6, 5016 Bergen, Norway, 2:30 pm Sunday 7th April 2024
“Thanks for holding, Roger,” Clark O’Shaughnessy said to his SIS counterpart in London. “I now have you patched into a conference call originating in the headquarters of the Bergen police in Norway.
“Thanks for including me on the call, Clark”
“No problem at all. With us in Bergen on this call is CIA Agent Barbara Moore and Politioverbetjent Jørgen Hagen. Hagen is with the Bergen police and has taken both my Barbara and your Jason Underwood into custody in relation to a local murder case. Underwood is currently being held elsewhere in the building, but Hagen, has sent his assistant off to fetch him. With any luck. Underwood should be joining us on the call shortly.”
“Splendid. Thanks for arranging this, Clark. I suspect that it’s high time we take ownership of this operation and remove it from the dark. Agreed?”
“Regrettably so, but quite necessary at this point …. Ahhh, I believe Underwood is coming now.”
“Mr Underwood, as requested, sir!” Announced Politibetjent1 Maja Jensen, snapping off a ‘regulation perfect’ salute as she ushered a handcuffed Jase into the room.
“Thank you, Maja. Why the cuffs?”
“Mr Underwood apparently became unruly under questioning and took a swing at one of the interrogation officers, prompting them to restrain him.”
“I see. Remove his cuffs please, Maja. I don’t believe he’ll be of any further trouble now.”
“Yessir.”
“Good! Now that everyone is present,” began Clark O’Shaughnessy, “I think it would be helpful if Agent Underwood could enlighten us all as to what this is all about and to what exactly has transpired up to this point in time.”
“Thanks. I will,” responded Jase, his voice even but sharp. “As both Langley and London are well aware, but unwilling to admit to until now, Agent Moore and I have independently, without Agency sanction or support, taken on the daunting task of finding and rescuing my daughter Issy, who is at this very moment being held, violated, and tortured here in Bergen by that monstrous bastard, Grzegorz Barta. Issy’s abduction and the disgustingly horrific violations and abuses of body and mind she’s been forced to endure daily at the hands of Barta and his minions have been graphically communicated to me by phone … the object of that being to force me to rush, as any parent would, to discover where she’s being held hostage and surrender myself in exchange for her release.”
“Barta’s motivation is revenge,” Roger Moore quickly offered in the way of explanation for the benefit of the Bergen police. “Our Jason, you see, played the leading role in an operation some time ago that nearly succeeded in taking Barta down.”
“Why then were Moore and Underwood operating without London’s and Langely’s sanction or support?” Asked Hagen pointedly.
“That’s a long story, and quite irrelevant now. Let it suffice to say there were organizational reasons that need not be aired here,” snapped Roger Moore. “The important questions before us now are: what have Barb and Jason learned and what’s to be the plan going forward?”
“Barb and I have, in fact, accomplished quite a lot,” responded Jase with Barb nodding in vigorous agreement. “We’ve successfully traced Barta here to Bergen and infiltrated his operation with the assistance of CIA agent, Ashley Townsend, who regrettably is now his prisoner along with Issy.”
“Fuck!” Exploded O’Shaughnessy. “That explains why Townsend had gone silent!”
“Yeah, we kinda co-opted her services,” admitted Barb. “And unfortunately, things didn’t exactly go as planned.”
“And quite possibly will have gotten her killed before this is over! Damnit, Barb! She’s a rookie! You ought to have known better than to put her in danger!”
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that Clark … but that’s water under the bridge. To continue with where things presently stand, we now know precisely where Barta is holding Issy … and Ashley Townsend too. It’s in an old unused warehouse located down in the city’s historic Hansa district. We also know that Barta operates out of a nearby nightclub, known as the Bryggen. He’s there daily, conducting business.”
“And what of this murder you two are accused of committing?” interjected Roger Moore.”
“Totally innocent. We’re not actually accused. Just hauled in for questioning. The deceased name is Felix Habik. He’s one of Barta’s goons who died trying to rape Ashley in her room at the Bergen Hostel.
“A hostel? What the fuck was Ashley doing there?” Roared O’Shaunessey.
“It’s actually a house of ill repute. We set her up there to play the role of a prostitute, with the goal of somehow getting Felix to lead us to where Issy was being held. Ashley didn’t kill him, Clark. His death was accidental. He fell and hit his head.”
“Unbelievable,” muttered O’Shaughnessy barely audibly.
“In any case,” interjected Jason quickly, “we now need a plan for going forward and I can see only one possibility … that I go into the Bryggen nightclub this very evening and willingly give myself up to Barta.”
“But there’s no guarantee, if you do, that Barta will surrender your daughter and Agent Townsend.” observed Hagen.
“He probably won’t, but he’s unaware … presumably … of the fact that we know the location of where he’s holding Issy and Townsend.”
“Okay, but … since we already know they’re in that warehouse, why not just storm it using a heavily armed police swat team? Let the professionals handle it. Eh?”
“Because, storming it from the outside would take time, and Barta could simply order his people stationed there to kill both Issy and Townsend before the police managed to break in and find them. We need to have someone there on the inside who might make a difference … and that will be me. I need to give myself up and presumably be taken to see my daughter before any police action is launched.”
“And, to cover all eventualities,” added Barb, “my role will be to station myself outside to watch over all the Bryggen Club’s exits … while Hagen and Maja Jensen, posing as a ‘couple’, keep tabs on events inside. Once everything is in place … that is, when Jason has left the nightclub and has been transferred by Barta over to the warehouse … and only then … on my signal … do we bring in the swat team and storm the place!”
TBC
