Sexpionage ...

[Fossy]

In The Hands of Monsters (5)


The abandoned former Capital Steel building, Shijingshan, South-West Beijing


Grace stood as ordered and immediately her hands were pulled backwards and manacled once more. "What . . . are you doing." She asked.

The men didn't answer, instead they pushed her out of the door and back into the room where she had earlier been hung by the wrists.

Grace saw a camera set up and several of her abductors standing around. It was hard not to notice the large bowl filled with water.

“Kneel,” their orders were brief and to the point. With a small cry that caught as a choke in her throat Agent Miller did as she was instructed and found herself being shuffled to a point whereupon she was kneeling by the bowl.

“What are you …” But before she could finish her sentence, her neck was gripped tightly and the poor girl’s head was unceremoniously pushed into the water, her cry of shock and surprise drowned out by the liquid flooding her mouth.

Two men held Agent Miller submerged as she twisted and turned, kicking her legs out, panic surging through her naked body. Desperately she attempted to lift her head as the water invaded her nose and mouth but a hand, or maybe still two, held her under.

After about a minute Grace was hauled out coughing and spluttering, her upper body dripping. The tormented girl gulped in as much air as she could but then, without warning, as she was mid air-gulp, they shoved her back under.

Grace fought and struggled, soaking with splashes the cold, concrete floor underneath and around the bowl, but despite her skin being slippery, the men held her submerged.

Another sixty seconds passed before they pulled her up. Again, Agent Miller managed a few breaths of air before they forced her head back under. Her bare ass was high, her legs flailing as Grace panicked like she had never panicked before.

Then they hauled her back up.

Don't beg! Don't give them anything!!! - She was an MI6 Agent and now was the time to behave like one. Do not betray anything or anybody!

But they weren’t asking questions … why was she being made to suffer like this? WHY?

Grace was again dunked, and although she struggled and squirmed, her movements began to slow down.

“Hold her under,” a commanding voice said.

His instructions were followed until agent Miller was slumped, unmoving, held over the edge of the bowl.

The fat leader looked to the camera man, and spoke. “Keep camera on her body for short while.”

The shot was taken as ordered and then Grace’s head was pulled free of the water’s surface. As soon as she was breathing air again, Grace threw her head back and smashed it into the jaw of the man directly behind her.

Behave like an MI6 Agent …

“Again.” Came the command from the lead man as his colleague wandered off to the side rubbing his face.



Once more Agent Miller’s head was pushed under the water’s surface, and this time she was held immersed for a very long time.

******

A couple of hours later, a door to a small room opened. Two men dragged Grace inside, feet scraping the floor in her wake, and threw her to the floor. She was barely lucid. They had drowned her to a point that took her to the very edge of life itself.

Please God help me. Why are they doing this? Her mind offered up one last silent plea and then Agent Miller slipped into unconsciousness.


Briefing Room, MI6 SIS Building, Lambeth, London, UK


“They want me?” Kat’s voice sounded more incredulous than she actually meant it to. Of course they wanted her. They wanted both girls back in China so that they could face Chinese justice for their criminal activity, and as of now they only had Grace.

“They do, and, to be honest Special Agent Novikova, my plan is to give you to them.”

Kat stared at the Head of MI6. Had she just heard him right? She was determined to lead any rescue mission, but what Roger Moore had just said sounded like … “You mean as bait?”

Moore smiled and nodded, “That’s exactly what I mean.”

Kat closed her eyes. The thought scared her, but it was also exactly what she herself would have done.

“Just a moment though Roger,” said an elderly MI6 official, a face that Kat hadn’t met before.

“Charles?” The man was addressed.

“We have that professor chappie don’t we, Hang Chung or whatever?”

Moore shook his head. “No Charles, we don’t. Professor Huan Chu was found dead earlier today, shot in the head and left in the gardens at the back of Christ Church College in Oxford. They got to him first and so now we have no proof of the Chinese spying on us.” He paused before adding in grave tones, “… it looks for all intents and purposes that the issue here is simply about MI6 feeding fake news spies into Beijing. So not only have the MMS abducted our Agent, they have also stolen the moral high ground, the bastards!”

The room fell silent, until Charles spoke again. “So, if we’re to rectify the situation, we need to do so in a clandestine manner, do we?”

“Yes Charles, exactly, nail on head old boy. Which is why my plan is to have Special Agent Novikova handed over to them just as they are asking, with a Special Ops team tracking her all the way.”

Charles nodded, as did all of the other officers and officials. Kat simply sat silent.

“Because if we do not,” Moore carried on speaking, “… then we will continue to receive videos like this one.”

All eyes turned towards the screen as it flickered into life to show a naked, frightened Grace Miller kneeling by a large bowl filled with water …

******

“So, you’re going back as bait?” Jase’s voice was calm, his tone matter of fact as he spoke quietly into the hand set. He was a Special Ops officer and she was a Special Agent. This kind of risk was all part of the job.

“Kat …”

“Jase …”

“Don’t worry baby, I will make sure that Special Ops team is mine, I will be with you all the way.”

“Thank you.” Kat knew she could do this with her lover by her side. “I’ve got to go Jase, see you tomorrow.”

“Bye Kat, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Who were you talking with slut?” The voice was commanding, domineering, and before Kat could find an excuse it continued.

“Get here now, and on your fucking knees. I have a hard cock already dripping for you, and you need to do something about it …”

Without even blinking an eye, Kat fell to her knees and crawled, naked on all fours to where Roger Moore stood, his exposed erection, jutting, thrusting … ready and waiting


To Be Continued …

 

[Barbaria1]

Moore shook his head. “No Charles, we don’t. Professor Huan Chu was found dead earlier today, shot in the head and left in the gardens at the back of Christ Church College in Oxford.

SHOCK !!!!! THAT was unexpected. How sneaky-clever!

 

[twonines]

Another gripping episode, and some nice twists, great work.

 

[twonines]

After taking some sage advice,
Moore thought the cards he held, would suffice.
When the Prof popped his clogs,
It all went to the dogs,
Now Kat must make such a brave sacrifice.

 

[Fossy]

In The Hands of Monsters (6)


The abandoned former Capital Steel building, Shijingshan, South-West Beijing


Shibari is the ancient art of Japanese rope bondage. The word itself can be loosely translated to mean ‘binding’. It was an art that had found its way into China, as Agent Grace Miller discovered to her detriment and discomfort.

The scene in the small cell-like room emanated agony. The poor girl’s legs were folded almost in half, ankles secured to her thighs, ropes from the groin and waist holding the her suspended from the ceiling. Grace’s wrists were trapped beneath her, pushed up between her shoulder blades and tied to her neck, which was in turn painfully stretched. With her head brushing the ground and legs in the air, Agent Miller had never felt more vulnerable. The fat man could beat her, abuse her, rape her and there was not a damn thing she could do about it.



The only good thing was that she was alone right now. Time to think. Time to prepare for the next session. When would they come back?

They had molested her physically but not yet sexually … however, Agent Miller knew that was coming. She had accepted that her fate was simply to be their plaything. They had not asked her anything, and so other than using her and maybe trafficking her, what more could they possibly want?

Trying to keep her mind away from her family, she thought of Kat. How she had tried to help, and they had been on the edge of something beautiful when the damned news-drop message came in … the false despatch, the one that brought her here.

She was still a virgin and now Grace waited for her precious cherry to be torn violently from her!

The service, MI6, had provided Grace with a contraceptive implant … as they did for all their female Agents, for which, right now, she was very grateful! Virgin or not she didn’t want to become pregnant. It was a ridiculous thought. Worrying about pregnancy when that was the least of her problems.

Focus, she yelled. Focus, focus, focus. She hollered as loudly as she could, the shouting exhausting her but it made her feel temporarily better, as she gasped for breath in her half upside down position. If anyone was standing outside the door, they would have heard her. She waited for a response. None. Nobody was near enough. No guard posted outside. Or perhaps there was and he was asleep. Perhaps he was told to ignore her.

She stayed silent from then on. No sounds of life at all.

They obviously wanted her alive, at least for now, or she would already be dead. They knew she worked for MI6 and why she was over here in Beijing. They also knew about Kat, but Grace hoped beyond hope that her friend had made it safely back to the UK by now.

Ten minutes of consciousness. No matter how hard she tried, that was all she could manage. The lack of sleep and blood running into her head had taken its toll. The threat of what was to come did not help. Her sugar level was low. They had let her drink but did not give her food for almost two days, and Grace was feeling drowsy again.

The already dim colours in the room faded to black and white as she felt the muscles in her back throbbing, pain emanating midpoint between her shoulder blades. Agent Miller adjusted her body slightly, as much as she could, before she was swallowed up in darkness. It was as if she had been unplugged from the power source after running on low batteries for too long.


Fort Monckton, Stokes Bay, Gosport, Hampshire, UK


“Are you sure you’re prepared Special Agent Novikova?”

Kat nodded in response to Roger Moore’s question. The Special Ops team, all members of E-Squadron, the contemporary unit that became the natural successor to the rumoured historical SIS/SAS collaboration known as the ‘Increment’, was being prepared at Fort Monckton, and Lieutenant Jason Underhill, Kat’s lover, was leading it.

As Moore took his leave from the Gosport training centre to return to London, Jase addressed the three other members of his team along with Kat.

“So, are we all clear?” There was a collective nod, but Underhill continued to summarise the plan.



“Special Agent Novikova will fly to Beijing on flight CA 1493, and she will fly out alone, as requested by the MSS. When she arrives at Beijing Daxing International Airport, she will be met by members of the Ministry of State Security and taken into their custody …” At this point Jase paused to glance across the table at Kat, who, despite her stomach-churning nervousness, retained an impassive expression.

“My team will fly out in just T-60 minutes to Chabua in India. We will then be taken by an AS365 via the Hump route over the Himalayas into China and on to Kunming. When we land the Dauphin will refuel before getting as quickly as possible to the outskirts of Beijing.”

More nods. They had already been over this many times.

“Special Agent Novikova has a tracker built into the ring on the little finger of her left hand …” Upon his words Kat touched the ring. Jase had given it to her. It was a shared symbol of their own special fantasy engagement, knowing that in real life that could never happen.

HQ will track her whereabouts and keep us posted accordingly. Once we know that the MSS has taken Kat to the same place that they are holding Grace, then we strike and get them both out. Easy guys, huh?” Jase grinned.

It was far from easy, but it’s what these guys did, day in day out …


The abandoned former Capital Steel building, Shijingshan, South-West Beijing


Grace, still bound with rope and hanging upside down from the ceiling, jerked in shock as the door to what she now thought of as her dungeon opened, and the whole group, as far she knew it, entered the room. Immobilised as she was, Agent Miller couldn't turn or hide. She squealed in panic, but all her thrashing accomplished was the imparting of momentum to her suspended body, causing her to swing and rotate.

The men, three of them plus fat leader, all held wooden chairs in their hand, and as Grace watched with a growing fear developing inside her stomach, they placed the chairs on the floor near to her and sat down. Were they just going to watch her?

She cried out, terrified that they were so close, futilely flexing in her bonds. All the bound girl could move was her head … with eyes, wide and terrified.

They seemed to regard her with detached amusement. Then, as her body began to move upwards, she screamed. A hand was pulling on the rope, and action that moved her further away from the floor, so that her face was just above the level of theirs whilst they were seated, but her mouth and thighs would be at the height of their groins when they stood. Agent Miller knew why this height had been chosen …

They gazed intently at their beautiful bound captive, ogling ever inch if her delectable body as she squirmed. It was only now, as her writhing became excessive that Grace sensed the stimulation being caused by the crotch rope, as it transmitted all of her struggles directly to the point between her legs and on to her most sensitive spot.

The camera flashed again.

“Pictures and video for us to send,” fat leader spoke to the additional man, who had only now been noticed by Grace as he controlled the large tripod supported camera.

“We have not yet had confirmation that your colleague is being handed over to us Agent Grace Miller. So now we need to make the videos more violent and extreme to see how London responds.”

Finally, her situation sank in and Grace stopped struggling, tears of humiliation dripping from her upside-down face, over her forehead and into her hair. She had been abandoned. All hope for her rescue was gone. Kat wasn’t coming and neither was MI6. She was alone. The young Agent knew that she would be raped, then sold, lost to the world forever.

"There, there," fat leader smiled gently, his demeanour out of place with the situation, as he dabbed her cheeks dry, and then held the tissue to her nose so it could be cleaned of the snot that was bubbling from her nostrils.

The bound girl was still rocking slowly, a product of her earlier struggles. The motion brought her close to each of the men's faces in turn, only a foot or so away from her, their gazes seeping into her very soul. She was completely exposed to them, a naked girl on full display, like a ... piece of art ... or should that be meat?

The periodic flash of a picture and the constant whir of the filming continued to capture the scene of her humiliation.

Grace lost all sense of time, her mind floating free in the ether as she swung on the rope, trying to stay still to avoid any more vibrations between her legs. It was like she was in a dream, floating above these monstrous would-be rapists, utterly helpless.

Conscious, alert, unable to move but able to see.

Why were they taking so long? The act itself would be hell enough, but this waiting was terrifyingly interminable.

Then, just at it appeared that something was about to happen, fat leader’s phone buzzed and Grace watched as he looked down at the screen. He grunted several times, and then smiling.

“The blonde one is being sent to us …”

Despite her restrictive position, Agent Miller felt sick. MI6 had agreed to deport Kat and allow her extradition back into China? Why? Did they know what would happen to her?

Oh God, please help.

“So now we get to fuck this little hanging bitch!"

Grace heard every word and her thoughts took darker turns, reflecting everything that she imagined might happen to her. She started to squirm once more, feeling the rope between her legs rubbing and massaging, aiding the gradual engorging of her clitoris.

“I go first,” fat leader stood and reached out to softly touch Grace’s shoulder and stop her rotations. He leaned in to the level of her head and took her chin in hand, to study her.

“Beautiful,” was all he said.

"Please, please don’t ... don’t, touch me," she begged, her voice husky as she squirmed helplessly in her bondage.

Fat leader laughed, “You don’t want us to touch you? Why not Grace Miller?” He questioned.

“Bec … because … I am worth a lot of money to you. I’m … a virgin!” Grace blurted out.


And there we leave things (literally) hanging. Ekaterina is being thrown into the lion’s den, Grace is bound and about to be mercilessly deflowered … or will the declaration of her virgin condition buy Agent Miller a stay of execution … and Jase is on his way to save the day … or will he? Join us here on Sunday to find out in the exclusive serialisation of “The Darkest Web”

However, tomorrow there will be a bonus post … A little more insight into the back story of Agent Grace Miller. Make sure to check in so that you don’t miss out …

 

[twonines]

The situation is certainly tense,
Of that, we get a real sense.
How will things go?
Grace doesn`t know,
Like her, we`re kept in suspense.

 

[Barbaria1]

The service, MI6, had provided Grace with a contraceptive implant … as they did for all their female Agents, for which, right now, she was very grateful! Virgin or not she didn’t want to become pregnant. It was a ridiculous thought. Worrying about pregnancy when that was the least of her problems.

How thoughtful of them. They don’t mind their female agents being abducted and tortured, but certainly don’t want them to get pregnant

tomorrow there will be a bonus post … A little more insight into the back story of Agent Grace Miller.

Oh Goodie!!!

 

[Fossy]

High School Photo Shoot (From the life of Grace Miller)


St Agnes’ Private School for both Girls and Boys was one of the most exclusive in Esher, a Surrey town in the South East of England, a place dubbed ‘the Beverley Hills’ of England.

The cost of educating Grace Miller, and her brother Lloyd, was £10,000 per child, per term. In the eyes of the Miller children’s parents, it was worth every penny.

It was tradition for members of the classes in their final year to hold a charity auction during which the volunteer sixth form students would offer up a service of some sort, to be auctioned in front of the rest of the school for charity.

Grace had just turned eighteen the week before, and suddenly it dawned on her that legally she was now classed as an adult. This excited her. She had already been accepted into the very prestigious Oxford University, and now suddenly she felt as if she had wings and that the world, or at the least the Southern half of England, was about to become her oyster.

“Photo Shoot.” The rest of the Group turned to look at Grace.

“A. Photo. Shoot?” The words had been repeated slowly by Jake Richards, the Head Boy and organiser of the auction.

Grace nodded eagerly. Despite not being overly affected by vanity she knew that she was photogenic, people had told her that often enough. So why not.

“Yes,” she beamed back confirming what her offer of service for the sale would be. The general murmur in the room was an indication of just how popular the organising team already believed Grace’s suggestion would be.

And so it was borne out on the day. Grace’s shoot went for £500 (that was almost £300 more than the next most expensive ‘service LOT’) and was bought by the head boy himself, Jake Richards.

Richards was in fact a budding photographer and was the resident photographer for the school magazine. As it turns out he had often thought how fantastic it would be to have Grace pose for him, and now here she was, despite the fact that it had cost £500 of his savings to get her here.

The shoot was in the office at his family home on the outskirts of Esher. It was a large space surrounded by glass, but it was on the top floor and there would be no one looking it, no one at all.

“Come as what you are Grace,” he said, when she asked him what she should wear.

“And what’s that Jake?”

“A schoolgirl of course.”

And so that’s what Grace had done. She wore a thick green sweater, a plaid skirt, long stocking-socks, and … nothing else! Underwear was so not the adult thing to wear ... She knew Jake would like that.

The session was very relaxed with just the two of them present, and the initial pictures were provocative but decent, despite the short length of Grace’s plaid skirt.



However, as the wine bottle they were sharing emptied Jake’s requests became a little more risqué. Mummy and Daddy would definitely not be pleased, but they wouldn’t be finding out …

“Raise your sweater …”

“Bunch up your skirt …”



“Show me your boobs …”

“Why not take the top completely off …”



Grace went along with his instructions … infused by wine it just seemed the right thing to do at the time.

Further and further he pushed her.

“Now the skirt … yes that’s it. Oh my God Grace, you are soooo …”

Grace was loving every minute, as the head Boy received excellent value for the £500 this session had cost him.

“Now sit, back to the glass, open your legs for me. Fucking hell Grace, that is just perfect …”

“Touch your pussy …”

“Now your tits …”



“Lay on the desk …”



“And now smile at the camera …”



“Oh Grace … this is just the best shoot ever …”

The two High School students paused for breath, Jake’s hard-on pushing achingly against his jeans. We could all guess where this should have headed, except it didn’t.

Grace posed like he wanted, and sure, the wine influenced her decision making … but Jake Richards never once tried his luck with her … despite his obvious hard-on and the very heady atmosphere, not to mention the beautiful teenage model he was alone with being naked!

Things stayed respectably above board … maybe Richards for his all his at school bravado was nervous, scared even … but, even to this day those pictures have never been seen anywhere outside the secure confines of that Head Boy’s secure electronic masturbation folder.

And now, as the beleaguered Agent Grace Miller was held captive by Chinese News Terrorists, she thought about that time at High School when she had been sold, and wondered if she was about to be sold again. She wished now that Jake Richards had taken her there and then, because she knew that her hymen would not remain intact this time around …


Join us here tomorrow for the serialisation of 'Sexpionage - The Darkest Web' ...

 

[twonines]

Nice interlude, Fossy, and an insight into Grace`s social background and general sexual naivety.

 

[twonines]

Grace`s abbreviated school kit,
Parodies her normal outfit.
Her limbs she disposes,
In several lewd poses,
Boy, is she looking fit!

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

You are continuing your fine work. It occurs to me that you have, in Sexpionage, begun to create a narrative encyclopedia of forms of female torture and abuse. If we think back, you have covered dozens of ways to hurt a girl! I look forward to seeing how many more you will master. Though the challenge to be original grows with each method you cover.

 

[twonines]

You are continuing your fine work. It occurs to me that you have, in Sexpionage, begun to create a narrative encyclopedia of forms of female torture and abuse. If we think back, you have covered dozens of ways to hurt a girl! I look forward to seeing how many more you will master. Though the challenge to be original grows with each method you cover.

The ways of hurting a girl are finite, but you, Windar, Barb and Fossy very cleverly vary the contexts in which these tortures occur, and so retain the originality necessary to maintain our interest, and keep us eagerly awaiting the next episode.

 

[Barbaria1]

And now, as the beleaguered Agent Grace Miller was held captive by Chinese News Terrorists, she thought about that time at High School when she had been sold, and wondered if she was about to be sold again.

Ahhh, I was wondering what the connection to China was, and here it is!

Lovely interlude. I’d have never done that at eighteen!

 

[Fossy]

You are continuing your fine work. It occurs to me that you have, in Sexpionage, begun to create a narrative encyclopedia of forms of female torture and abuse. If we think back, you have covered dozens of ways to hurt a girl! I look forward to seeing how many more you will master. Though the challenge to be original grows with each method you cover.

There will be interludes PrPr, but I have already written three more serialisations ... which will hopefully offer up more tortuous variations yet. As an aside my friend you are, yourself, no slouch when it comes to deploying a whole myriad of ways to cause a nubile girl pain.

 

[Fossy]

The Darkest Web (1)


MI6 SIS Building, Lambeth, London, UK


“Sir?” It was the second time that the Aide de Camp of the Head of MI6, Roger Moore, had attempted to attract the attention of his boss.

“What? Huh?” Moore looked up from the screen of his laptop.

“I wanted to let you know that Special Agent Novikova has landed at Beijing Airport.”

Moore nodded, “Yes, thank you Marcus …” then he added, “… and the Special Ops team?”

“We know they have reached Chabua Air Force Station near to the Chinese border … so now we wait, Sir.”

“And hope Marcus, because if Lieutenant Underhill’s team cannot break our Agents out then they are lost to us.”

Moore knew that there was no other official support for either girl. Both Novikova and Miller would be on their own if they could not be imminently rescued.

“Sir, they will complete the job, do not worry.”

But Moore did worry. He worried about the girls and the fact that the Prime Minister knew nothing of the missing Agent nor the intended plan to find and rescue her. As for his immediate superior, the Foreign Secretary, Moore’s immediate boss, had said simply “Do what you must but I want to see no official comms nor documentation about this damned situation.”

Once Professor Huan Chu had been killed any proof that the Chinese were infiltrating UK news sources was lost, and so now it appeared that the UK were the aggressors placing their own ‘News Terrorists’ in Beijing. China had stolen both the righteous high ground and the upper hand and were holding Moore to ransom over what could become a huge International Incident.

“I’m sure you are correct Marcus,” Moore replied. Yet he wasn’t sure at all.


Beijing Capital International Airport


Kang Li, an Officer in the Chinese Ministry of State Security, stood off to the side of the Airport Patrol, silently scanning the groups of people around him. His eyes settled on a lone figure and suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. From a distance it appeared that she was dressed to blend in. Faded denim jacket, short cropped sports top, black jeans and branded trainers.



Her long blonde hair was loose, almost as if she were trying to hide her face, but he could tell that her eyes were darting everywhere. She pulled a carry case behind her, but that was for show. This girl knew, that where she was heading, she would not be needing clothes.

Moving a little closer to get a better look at his ‘subject’, Kang Li remained at a distance so as not to attract her attention too early.

Kat was shivering, partly due to the early morning airport chill, and partly due to nerves. She was a very experienced Agent, but she had never actually walked into a situation like this before, one where she knew that she was about to be arrested.

Then the MSS Officer made his move.

Special Agent Novikova took a quiet, but sharp, intake of breath, as she noticed a man walking straight towards her. He wasn't in uniform but he was supported by the Airport Patrol, and something about the expression on his face told her that it was her he was coming for. Perhaps it was the gun in his hand that made his intent obvious … Oh, God.

Kat tried not to look terrified as the man stalked in her direction, but it wasn't so easy. He certainly didn't appear friendly. The phrase "hard as nails" quickly sprang to mind. The man’s build was certainly a good deal more than the average Chinese man, and his approach was most definitely radiating intimidation.

He slowed to a halt about 10 feet in front of the Special Agent, motioned to her with his gun, flicking it to the side to indicate where he wanted her to move to. Kat didn't move. Kang Li started speaking to her in Mandarin, and her heart began pounding wildly. She was pretty sure he wanted her to go over to him, but the MI6 Agent was determined not to make this easy.

Kang Li looked unamused. Growling angrily, he moved towards the girl, and then he yelled at her as she started backing away.

The Airport Patrol had formed a small perimeter circle around the scene causing the crowds of people at the Airport to give the little vignette a wide berth. Kat yelped as Kang Li reached out and grabbed her by the hair, his gun coming to rest at the bottom of her jaw. The Special Agent froze, her hands instinctively coming up to try to push him away but not daring to touch him.

The man didn't say anything for a while as he stood holding his fistful of long blonde hair. He seemed to be studying Agent Novikova’s face, stricken with panic as he pressed the muzzle of his gun into her throat. He was tall for an Asian man, and he used the gun to tilt her head back so that she had to look up into his eyes too scared to dare break their connection. His eyes were dark brown, and he had a scar over the left eye that left a gap through his eyebrow.

"You come with me" he said, watching her reaction as he modified his stance to push one leg through hers, a classic move to unnerve and unsteady her. It worked. Kat flinched, tried to pull away, but she was trapped between his gun and the hand in her hair.

His accent was pretty strong, but his English was a lot better than her attempts at speaking Mandarin – that was why she had Grace.

Grace … Special Agent Novikova reminded herself why she was here, and attempted to steel her resolve, despite the aggression being meted out to her by this brute of a man.

She gasped softly as he let the gun play against the collar her jacket, its barrel then moving down to tease her cleavage through the tight, thin fabric of her top. He smiled menacingly, enjoying her fear. He turned so that his unshaven face rubbed against her smooth cheek slowly as he whispered into her ear. “Now we own you and the other bitch, Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova.”

Bizarrely Kat felt a tinge of relief amongst her fear, because his words were proof that Grace was at least still alive. Kang Li inhaled her scent. She smelled clean and feminine and he smiled as she shuddered against him in response to his touch.

"Do you have passport?" he asked, sliding his free hand over her hips in search of pockets. He didn't find anything, so he searched higher, grinning at her moan of despair as his hand brushed the underside of her breasts. The Chinese Security Officer felt the outline of something concealed in an inner pocket and slid his hands inside Kat’s jacket.

"Please don't!" she whispered as his hand slipped inside, but he moved straight for the item and smiled triumphantly as he revealed her passport.

"I keep this, now move.”

The hard push in her back caused Kat to stumble in the direction that Kang Li wanted. She was back in Beijing … but would she ever be leaving?


To Be Continued …

 

[twonines]

Kat`s arrival in China`s the key
To setting Grace Miller free.
Will there be a rescue?
Will Moore`s plan miscue?
We`ll just have to wait and see.

 

[Barbaria1]

Once Professor Huan Chu had been killed any proof that the Chinese were infiltrating UK news sources was lost, and so now it appeared that the UK were the aggressors placing their own ‘News Terrorists’ in Beijing. China had stolen both the righteous high ground and the upper hand and were holding Moore to ransom over what could become a huge International Incident.

Score; Chinese 2, Mi6 0. Outclassed. How utterly shameful. This had better not get out. Hunker down and stiff upper lip.

Great episode. Now what? Looking bad for Grace and Kat

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

Lovely interlude. I’d have never done that at eighteen!

Barb, we let you get away with some pretty outrageous statements. But! Come on, now!

As for his immediate superior, the Foreign Secretary, Moore’s immediate boss, had said simply “Do what you must but I want to see no official comms nor documentation about this damned situation.”

Why do all immediate superiors talk like that?

I fear Grace and Kat have some suffering to do!

 

[Fossy]

The Darkest Web (2)


The abandoned former Capital Steel building, Shijingshan, South-West Beijing


Kat had been ‘bagged’ for the ride, the rough-hewn cover being placed over her head and tightened around her slender neck. The mode of transport was rickety, a van of some sort and she could tell when they turned off the highway into someplace more remote and then finally came to a halt.

“Is she wired?” One voice asked the question.

“We don’t think so,” came the reply.

“Think! You don’t think so?” The voice sounded angry.

“Strip search her, make sure the bitch is clean.” The voice was Kang Li.

“No, you don’t need to …” But Kat’s dissent was muffled, not that it would have made any difference.

Then her sight was restored, and as the Special Agent blinked into the light of her surroundings, she saw that she in a cell. Was this the place where Grace was also being held? Kat hoped that the Special Ops comms had tuned into the GPS transmitter in her ring … it was her only hope ... ‘their’ only hope.

Pinned suddenly against the stone wall, she gasped, feeling solid muscle against her chest, “Are you wired?” her assailant grinned. “Let’s find out.”

Kat's breath caught in her throat as the man used his palm to cup her breast and slide his thumb over her nipple. She shuddered in fear at the sensation and then whined in pain as he squeezed the teat hard through the fabric of her sweater and the lace bra underneath, and then groaned as the MSS operative pulled her so close that she felt his erection pushing at her lower belly. She certainly couldn't miss the fact that he was enjoying her torment.

Bringing her hands up to his chest she shoved as hard as she could. "Let me go you bastard!"

Kang Li laughed softly from his point of observation, causing Kat to look around the small room.

A table was located haphazardly against one wall, and, as Kang Li moved into her personal space to take over the assault, she could sense that the table’s presence was an ominous sign.

Agent Novikova was grabbed by the jacket, and twisted so that the garment came away into his hand. Then, gripping her long blonde hair, and without a warning of any kind, he threw her hard against the stone wall. Tears of shock spilled over her cheeks at the sudden impact, her upraised palms only just managing to save her head from smashing against the hard surface.

Slipping to the floor Kat felt her roots once more gripped as she was quickly pulled back to her feet.

Kang Li hauled her away from the wall, and turned the MI6 Agent around to shove her against the edge of the table. He slid his hand over the girl's mouth for a second, then moved her face to the side so that he could talk directly into her ear. His breathing was heavy with arousal.

“Look at your scars, so beautiful,” his breathing became a little more ragged once he had pushed up her top to reveal the welted expanse of her back.

“How you get these?” He asked with a lust-fuelled purr. Kat said nothing.

“How … bitch?” He pulled harder on her hair.

“Owwwww, ouch, stop … Okay, okay … I was whipped.”

“Whipped, for these scars? Tell me about whip.”

“It … it … was called a … scourge.”

“I know scourge. It tear flesh, yes?”

“Y … yes …” Agent Novikova responded softly. She felt his fingers trace the scar lines and the welts and as he pushed against her ass, even through her jeans, she felt how hard he was.

“Are you wired Novikova?”

“N … no …”

"Really? Well now we find out …”

The button of her jeans’ waist was punched loose and the tight black cotton was dragged along her legs to her ankles, and then, his face sporting a lewd grin, he slid her pretty little white lace panties down to join them.

“Oh you poor slut …” his words were sympathetic but his face manifested how much the scars adorning her legs turned Kang Li on.

As his feet kicked her ankles apart and his fingers opened her body, Kat groaned long and loud. When the swollen head of his cock breached her labia, she screamed …

******

Naked and chained by the wrists, Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova was pushed along a long, dark corridor by one of Li’s men. Once Kang Li had begun to remove her clothes, it had quickly become apparent that an assault upon her body would be inevitable, and then she had been raped … more than once.

“Where are we going?” She asked, her legs barely carrying her forward. The ache from her core emanated throughout her entire body. Kat was naked … of course she was.

“Shut face, scarred bitch. You been savagely beaten before; you have lovely scars on body. We add more to them … maybe.”

******

“Your girlfriend is here, English cunt.” Grace looked up trying to focus her mind on the words.

“K … Kat … y … you mean?”

“Blonde bitch. We rape her already to save your body.”

“What!” The man’s words were harsh and to the point, leaving Grace reeling.

“We not rape virgin bitch and so blonde whore took three Chinese cocks in cunt. Very nice.”

Grace was chained to the wall of her cell. She too was naked, her flesh caked in dried blood from where she had been beaten.



Once she had revealed her virgin status, the men had stopped their intended rape in its tracks. A supposedly knowing and very discomforting finger had subsequently, and carefully, penetrated her body and confirmed her claim.

And so, they had left her alone. Grace’s plan had worked in the short term, but Kat had taken the brunt of their frustration, and for that Agent Miller felt terribly guilty.

The door to Agent Miller’s cell opened and the naked body of her colleague and stumbled inside.

“Kat!”

Agent Novikova looked up and cried out when she saw her friend chained to the wall, bloody and battered.

Kang Li stepped into the centre of the room.

“The two of you have tarnished the good name of The People’s Republic and blackened its reputation in the international world. You are Terrorists and deserve to be punished.”

He paused for short while, before continuing.

“The Ministry of State Security wants no record of you. You are a stain on this country and will be removed. Tomorrow we hold private auction on dark web and you be sold, each of you to the highest private bidder. We have ten bidders ready to pay for you …” He pointed at Agent Novikova, “… and to pay much more for little virgin girl.” As he turned his gaze towards Grace his face broke out into a malicious grin, and her worst fears were confirmed.

Kat sank to her knees. Her nightmare was about to begin all over again.


To Be Continued …

 

[Debradungeongirl]

Well, we got past 2020, our Annus Horribilis - and so let me first of all wish you all a hopeful, happy and healthy 2021. For the past few months, I have been working on a new story (hopefully to become a series) about a young, female Russian spy in present day USA. I have attempted to build background in order to the set the scene as opposed to hitting the erotica head on, but there will always be a sexual undercurrent … have no doubts on that score. My intention is that our beautiful heroine (not Charlotte this time, she is taking a well-earned rest) will ‘enjoy’ a number of adventures, and although there will be a fundamental element of continuity, each adventure will stand-alone.

Ekaterina Novikova is an agent with Foreign Intelligence Service of the Russian Federation (SVR).

Name – Ekaterina Novikova aka Yulia Jelic

Hair – Blonde

Height – 5 feet 6 inches

Weight – 55kgs

Measurements – 34-26-34

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She is 21 years old, a tall, beautiful girl who attended a Convent school, proving to be very intelligent and not a little troublesome for the nuns. She had enjoyed a very happy childhood with a stable family background. Ekaterina had lots of her own plans for the future but, being beautiful, free-spirited and fluent in English, Ekaterina was recruited by the SVR when she was only 18 years old, and when the SVR comes recruiting Ekaterina soon realised that you always say yes.

This thread is dedicated to the intriguing and dangerous tales of Ekaterina’s life with the service.

Tomorrow her first serialised adventure, ‘SWALLOW’S NEST’, will begin exclusively here in this thread, so make sure to join us then …

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