5 comments/ 41386 views/ 3 favorites The Agency h. 01 By: LthrGlv Story 1 - Home Delivery It could have been the board meeting of any company at any boardroom table. But it wasn't. This was the weekly meeting of the executive of The Agency. The executive was made up of the seven departmental executive officers and Elizabeth Monaghan, founder and chief executive, who was seated in the plush leather chair at the end of the table. She turned to the prim, well dressed woman seated to her left. "Thank you Cat, I'm sure we all agree that those figures are very pleasing indeed". Catriona Macdonald, chief financial officer, smiled in return and closed the file in front of her. She had just presented a briefing on the financial results of the first six months of business which had showed that The Agency had brought in more than three times the projected figure for turn over. They had known when setting up the business that demand was high for their 'product' amongst their exclusive clientele, bud had underestimated just how high. Soon, they spread from their London headquarters to open offices in cities worldwide. Their business was simple... sperm. The Agency provided rich women with the ability to select the precise gene pool to which their offspring would belong. Nationality, intelligence, eye colour, physical build, The Agency left no stone unturned when it came to researching the ancestry of their donors. But what makes the agency different is their ability to provide services out with the bureaucratic legal framework. In today's human rights obsessed culture, many countries insist there is a legal obligation on such organisations to maintain records of donors and clients, and to allow access to that information to the authorities upon request. For a substantial fee, however, The Agency could provide a totally anonymous service. No paper trail, no names, no comeback. The donors for these customers would usually be handpicked by The Agency's team of researchers, though on occasion they would be named by the customer themself. For these custom 'donations', The Agency would usually assign one it's team of beautiful seductresses. The donor would be put under surveillance for a period of time and would then be subject to the agent's seductive methods, until the product was obtained. "So, almost done....", Elizabeth peered over her spectacles to Margaret Beckington, head of customer services, "Margaret, how are the current transactions? Any problems?" she asked. Margaret Beckington, an attractive brunette in her mid thirties passed a sheet of paper up the table to Elizabeth, "All straight forward except one." She paused to allow Elizabeth time to scan the details on the paper, before continuing "It's a job that's come in from the Los Angeles office, the client has a number of specific criteria including complete anonymity and ....a Scottish ancestry". Catriona raised her eyebrows, "Clearly a woman with taste." she smiled, being from Glasgow herself. "Indeed." said Elisabeth placing the paper back down on the table. "That's quite a specific request sheet the client has compiled here, " she tapped the sheet with a perfectly manicured nail, "Have we located a target?" she aimed the question at Carol Lombard, head of the donor services department. "Yes, we located a donor though it wasn't easy.", Carol replied. The short, slightly plump lady in her late fifties could have easily passed for a librarian. In actual fact, given the amount of research she and her team carried out, she virtually was! "We attempted to put a honey trap assignment in place but decided that it was very unlikey to be successful given the donor's characteristics. He's single, hardly surprising given the amount of time he spends working. Doesn't visit pubs or clubs often, seems quite shy in female company. ". A 'honey trap' was the term that The Agency used to describe the seduction of a donor. "I see." Elisabeth took off her glasses and leant back in her chair, causing the leather to creak. After a few moments thought she turned back to Margaret, "What's the fee on this job?". "Thirty five thousand dollars". There was an approving murmur around the table. "Yes, Hollywood is proving to be a particularly fruitful area. Word is spreading of our ability." "Very well." Elisabeth sat up and looked down the table to the woman sitting quietly at the far end. "Gerda, can your team pick this up?". Gerda Fleisch was a tall, well built woman. Now in her early fifties, she had been a colonel in the former East German ministry for state security or Stasi as it was better known. Her rise within that organisation had been brought to an abrupt end by the reunification of Germany in 1990. Since then she had worked as a security consultant for private German companies, but had felt out of place until she had been headhunted by Elisabeth to head up operations within the Non-Voluntary Acquisitions Department, or NVAD for short. On some occasions, where a seduction was impractical, The Agency would call on the services of it's NVAD agents. The NVAD agents are highly trained operatives, mainly recruited from the security services of Eastern Europe. Given total responsibility for recruitment, training, and operations, Gerda was finally back in a role that she could totally immerse herself in. Though her spoken English was good, albeit with a strong German accent, she would occasionally pause to pick the appropriate word. In her business, misunderstandings could prove costly. "Believing that this subject might require the.... attentions of my department, I have taken the liberty of already placing the target under surveillance. I have an agent on standby, ready to carry out the... operation as soon as you give the order." "Oh" said Carol. "I wasn't even aware we had passed you the details of the donor's identity." Gerda smiled, but it was not a warm smile. "You didn't" she said simply. "Well, your efficiency and ingenuity never cease to amaze us Gerda!" Elisabeth said, though from the awkward glances around the table it was clear that some members of the executive found Gerda's unerring ability to know more about what they were up to than they did themselves somewhat unsettling. "You have my blessing Gerda, carry out a non-voluntary acquisition at the earliest opportunity please." Immediately, Gerda stood up, nodded curtly in Elisabeth's direction, and left the room. For a moment there was silence, broken eventually by Carol who had picked up the sheet of details on the donor. The irony of the term 'donor' was not lost on her. Whatever plan Gerda's agent had, it would not contain an opportunity to 'donate'. "Poor man won't know what's hit him." she said. The text message simply read "NVAD Green light". Tanya Nikorski flipped the phone shut and placed it back in the pocket of her black leather raincoat. She had been sitting in the car watching the target's flat. His name was Paul Glenson, and he lived in the luxury first floor flat across the road from where Tanya was parked. Everything was in place, the target was at home alone and the surveillance team had reported that the downstairs neighbours had left the day before in an airport taxi weighed down with enough luggage to last a fortnight. Tanya opened the door and climbed out. She was an attractive woman in her early forties. Though only five foot five inches tall, the heels on her black leather knee boots raised her another three inches. Her frame was neither thin nor overweight. She was voluptuous but several hours a day in the gym kept her body in excellent shape. Her blonde hair held back by a black velvet hair band. It had been four months since Gerda Fleisch had contacted her in Moscow, where she was working for the Russian domestic state security agency, the FSB. Having been trained in her teens by the FSB's predecessor, the KGB, she found the current bureaucracy and limitations stifling. In the old days, agents had the freedom to carry out their assignments as they saw fit. They held true power and were respected by the authorities, In comparison, she found the FSB to be impotent. Now the power was with the new breed of capitalist that held the purse strings in Russia. Not she had anything against capitalism, on the contrary. She was simply jealous of the power she felt that she should have. Gerda had selected Tanya from a shortlist of potential agents because of her training, discipline, ability to carry out field work, and of course her KGB training in using her sexuality as a weapon against vulnerable foreign male diplomats. When Gerda told her of the Agency and, in particular, the work carried out by the NVAD, Tanya had relished the opportunity. The car boot lock clicked open, and Tanya pulled the black sports towards her out of the gloom. It was winter and the night's drew in quickly, soon it would be dark. From the bag she took out a pair of the finest quality lack leather gloves and carefully pulled them on. They were very tight and she took time to make sure each finger was firmly in place. The gloves were long, and went almost to her elbows, so she pulled each cuff back tight before pulling the cuff of her red satin blouse and her leather coat back over the top. Finally, she took out a clipboard and pen from the bag, before zipping it up and placing the strap on her shoulder so that the bag swung round her back. After locking the car, she strode confidently up to the main entrance to the flat, her heels clicking sharply on the pavement. Whilst appearing casual, all the time she was watching closely to make sure that her entrance was observed by as few people as possible. Paul Glenson put his cup of tea on the coffee table and collapsed onto the sofa. Picking up the newspaper he quickly turned to the television section, wondering if there was any live football on that evening. Just as he started to scan the listings... the door buzzer went. "Who the hell can that be?" he said out loud, groaning as he pulled himself to his feet. He picked up the door entry handset "Hello?". "I'm sorry to bother you sir, I'm from the health authority, can you let me into the stairwell please?" The voice was a woman's with what seemed to be an eastern European accent. Paul knew that the nearby hospital employed a number of staff from eastern Europe, so that made sense, but what on earth did she want? He wasn't in the mood for visitors. He rarely was. Tanya waited impatiently at the front door. After what seemed like an age, she heard the buzz from the door mechanism and pushed the door open, making her way quickly up the flight of stairs. "Maybe she's dropping leaflets through the doors" thought Paul. Plenty of random people would press the door buzzers to get in and put Chinese restaurant menus, flyers advertising gyms, and other assorted junk through people's letter boxes. He stepped over to the door and pressed his eye towards the peephole lens. A figure dressed in black appeared from the left coming up the stairs. The fish eye lens in the peep viewer obscured most features, but Paul could make out that she had blonde hair, which seemed to be held back by something on her head and she seemed to be holding a book, was it a book?... no, a clipboard, yes that was it, a clipboard. A black gloved hand reached up to the door bell button. "Oh bugger" he thought, as the door bell rang. Tanya heard the lock click back and the door opened. "I'm so sorry to bother you Mr Glenson, my name is Olga Solokov, " She briefly held up an ID card in her gloved hand, then returned it to the clipboard, "and I'm carrying out a survey..." "A survey? Oh, I don't really have time I'm afraid" interrupted Paul. Tanya tried to win him over with a disarming smile and a subtle flutter of her long eyelashes. "... but Mr Glenson, it will only take a few minutes, and I would be so grateful..." "I really don't think so" squirmed Paul, pushing the door a couple of inches towards closing. Tanya knew that every second she was standing here she could be seen, it was imperative that she gained access to the property as quickly as possible. Her charms had not worked, no wonder the seduction agents had given up on that idea. "I'm authorised to pay fifty pounds for a completed survey!" she said quickly as Paul started to close the door. Suddenly he stopped and smiled. "Fifty pounds! Really? That seems generous. Ummm... ok, come on in." He stood aside of the door, and Tanya quickly entered the hallway, as Paul closed the door behind her. He held out his hand to guide her into the living room, "Please.... take a seat." Tanya quickly scanned the room as she took off her coat, folded it, and laid it down on the arm of the seat. There was a large television as the focal point against the wall, a two seat sofa across from it with a coffee table in front, and another two seat sofa to the left of the table. The curtains were shut, and Tanya spotted a full cup of steaming tea on the table. "Perfect", she thought. Paul noticed that the woman who had introduced herself as Olga was looking at his cup of tea as she folded her leather coat in two and placed it on the arm of the seat next to the sports bag that she had brought with her. "Errrr... can I get you a drink of anything?" "Coffee, black, no sugar" she said before smiling and adding "please". "Sure. Won't be a second" he said as he wheeled round and left the room, heading for the kitchen. He headed over to the cupboard and whilst preparing her coffee he thought "Strange that she took off her coat and yet kept her gloves on. Not cold in here....hmmm, must be the fashion in the Czech republic or Lithuania, or wherever it is she's from". As soon as Paul had left the room, Tanya reached into a side pocket of the bag and took out a small plastic bottle of clear liquid, gripping the top in her gloved fingers, she quickly unscrewed it. She paused and listened, she could hear Paul next door in the kitchen opening a cupboard. Leaning over the coffee table she carefully released five drops of the liquid into the tea. Paul opened the door to the living room. "Here we go, hope it's not too strong". He passed the cup over, and as Tanya took hold of it, her gloved hand brushed his fingers. "It will be perfect, I'm sure", she almost purred in her Russian accent, nonchalantly placing the cup on the table without even taking a drink. She sat down, crossing her legs and picking up the clipboard. "So, what's this survey about then?" Paul sat down on the other sofa and picked up his cup of tea. "We are just gathering a few pieces of information about lifestyle habits of local inhabitants. Nothing too complex." As she explained, Paul sipped at his tea. "We'll start with a few questions about diet and then move onto exercise habits". She started to scribble things down on the clipboard and asked Paul a few questions about his eating habits. Did he eat a healthy breakfast every day? How many units of alcohol did he consume per week? After a few minutes, Paul was feeling uncomfortably warm. Perhaps he'd just drunk his hot tea too fast. He peered into the cup and, realising it was all gone, placed it back on the table which caused Tanya to look up from her clipboard, glance at the cup, then at Paul. Still looking directly at Paul, Tanya uncrossed her legs and then crossed them again the other way. Paul could have sworn he saw a glimpse of stocking top under her short black skirt. She smoothed her skirt down with her gloved hand. "Have you ever smoked?" asked Tanya, looking back down at her clipboard. "Errrr... I err... sorry, what was the question?" Paul was trying to concentrate on what she was saying but there seemed to be so many distractions. Those beautiful leather boots, those wonderfully toned legs in that short black skirt. He realised that he was becoming aroused and crossed his legs quickly. It was all very odd, he didn't normally react this way. My God, it was hot, how on earth was she able to keep those gloves on in this heat. "Smoking. Have you ever smoked?" repeated Tanya. "Ummm no, never" he replied and as Tanya scribbled it down, Paul rubbed his eyes. "Are you feeling alright Mr Glenson? You seem.... distracted", she asked without even looking up from her clipboard. "Yes, sorry... I'm just feeling a little errr.. dizzy". He tried to focus his vision on her, but his senses seemed to have a life of their own. Suddenly he found the smell of her perfume to be overpowering yet intoxicating, and once again he felt his groin stirring. What on earth was the matter with him? Tanya was looking at him. She had her mouth open and was tapping her pen between her teeth. A rhythmic tap.. tap.. tap.. tap.. His ears were full of the sound. Tap.. tap.. tap.. tap.. He couldn't take his eyes away from that gloved hand playing with her pen. Tap.. tap.. tap.. tap.. He realised he was staring, but he just couldn't help it. Those red lips...Tap.. tap.. tap.. "Mr. Glenson? Mr Glenson?" The tapping had stopped, and Tanya's voice almost sounded as if she was singing his name. So quiet, so beautiful, so insistent, that accent was hypnotic. Finally Paul managed to tear his eyes away from her gloved hand. He put his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry.... Don't know what's... the matter.... Feel dizzy" he just about managed to say. "Perhaps you should take a nap, let me help you to your bed before I leave." Tanya stood up and placed her clipboard on the coffee table next to her now cold and untouched coffee. "Come on, let's get you up on your feet." Paul felt Tanya's gloved hand take his left hand and place his arm around her shoulders, her other arm slipped around his waist and she helped to pull him up from the sofa. "That's it. We'll soon have you nice and comfy". His arms and legs felt heavy, as if he'd had a long workout at the gym. He was also aware of his level of arousal. Every contact as they moved out of the living room into the hallway, the smell of her perfume, the buttery soft touch of her gloves on his skin. It was as if his senses were hyper tuned to every possible sexual signal, he couldn't help it. He felt sure that she must have noticed the large bulge in his trousers, and he felt embarrassment. He was usually so shy. After reaching the bedroom, Tanya helped Paul to sit on the bed. "That's better, isn't it? Lie down.... You'll feel better". Tanya was standing beside him with one knee up on the bed as she placed her gloved hands on his shoulders, gently but insistently pushing him back onto the bed. "Yes, much better.... thankyou, I'm so sorry again, would you... errr see yourself out please?" he was lying on the bed with his feet still on the floor and his arms by his side. But she had already left the room. Paul heard her going into the sitting room to gather her things. After a few moments she returned. Paul turned his head and saw her coming towards the bed carrying her bag. "Is everything... ok?" he asked, curious as to why she had returned with the bag. But Tanya ignored him, placing the sports bag on the bed beside him and unzipping it. Tanya knew that the sedative element of the drug cocktail that she had placed in Paul's drink would not last much longer. The dose was not large, enough to reduce his strength and disorientate him but not so much as to interfere with the quality of the sperm sample. She had also mixed in a sexual arousal inducer that would last several more hours. This drug was used by the seduction agents, but Tanya found that it often made her job easier too. Paul was beginning to panic now, even in his dazed state, he knew that something was wrong here. "Olga... " Still with her hand in the bag searching for something, Tanya climbed up to kneel on the bed and sat astride Paul's chest, his arms pinned to his side by her boots. "Olga!.. wha.. Mmmmpphhh" Tanya's free hand clamped over Paul's mouth. She straightened her arm so that her elbow locked, placing maximum force on his jaw. "mmmmmfffffff" was all he could manage beneath the gloved hand, his head sinking into the mattress such was the force that she was exerting. Paul tried to move his arms, but it was futile. The Agency h. 01 Tanya retrieved a small sponge from her bag and put it on the bed next to Paul's head, before returning to the bag. Once again Paul tried to get free, but his strength was all but sapped, and Tanya had his arms well and truly pinned to his sides. "Mmmmmfff" was all he managed to muster as Tanya took a plastic squeezey bottle from the bag, the label on it reading "Neothyl". Though some of the NVAD agents used chloroform, Tanya preferred neothyl, a less dangerous ether based anaesthetic with a quicker induction and recovery time, and without the feelings of sickness after recovery. Tanya carefully pulled the clip top off with her teeth, and squirted some of the contents onto the sponge, before replacing the cap and returning the bottle to the bag. Picking up the sponge, she looked into Paul's eyes for the first time since she had come back into the bedroom. As Paul whimpered into her gloved hand, he saw a look of fierce determination on Tanya's face. Still keeping a firm grip over Paul's mouth, she bent her arm and leant closer to him until her face was only inches from his. "I am going to take my hand away from your mouth now. You are not going to scream or make any noise at all, do you understand?" Paul nodded as much as he could with Tanya gripping his jaw. "That's a good boy." Tanya slowly reduced the pressure on Paul's jaw, and then moved her gloved hand to the side of his face, gently caressing his cheek. "He... mmmmmmfff" almost as soon as the sound left his lips the sponge was thrust over his nose and open mouth. Tanya used both her hands to force Paul to inhale the sweet smelling fumes. "I knew you were going to be badly behaved...." As Paul's body bucked and writhed, Tanya held on gripping his arms tightly against him with her legs. "Breathe in, that's it.... breathe in, nice deep breaths...". When his movement lessened and his breathing became shallower, she held the sponge firmly over his mouth with her right hand, whilst nipping his nose shut with her gloved thumb and index finger. After a few more seconds, Paul became still and his eyelids closed. Tanya maintained her grip until she was sure that he was unconscious. Convinced that he was out, Tanya finally removed the sponge and tossed it back into the bag. She climbed off his limp body and smoothed down her skirt. After switching on the bedside light, she walked around the bed to the window and closed the curtains. Within a few minutes Tanya had Paul fully stripped. She took hold of his legs around the knees and swung them up onto the bed. She manoeuvred his body to the middle of the bed, face up, and spread his arms and legs out. Tanya couldn't help but smile at his enormous erection. "Well, the arousal inducer is certainly still working!" she thought to herself. From her bag she then took out four long cloth ties, made from strips of bed linen rolled tight and tied at the ends with string, and secured first his wrists and then his ankles to the bedposts. Once she was happy that he was totally immobile, she delved once again into the bag and pulled out a rubber butterfly gag. The butterfly gag was a personal favourite of Tanya's. Unlike other gags, it has no strap to secure it in place. Instead two large rubber flaps fit into the cheeks with another circular piece of rubber fitting through the teeth and over the tongue. A rubber tube then feeds out from the front of the gag to a rubber pump with a valve. Once the gag is in place and the valve closed, a few pumps on the inflater and the gag is complete. It inflates to a size far greater than the diameter of the mouth and is therefore impossible to push out with the tongue. Very safe, very silent, and above all very uncomfortable. Tanya climbed onto the bed and sat astride Paul's chest. She forced the cheek flaps inside Paul's mouth and adjusted the gag without yet inflating it. Reaching back she pulled her bag towards her and took from it a sealed plastic bag containing a sterile specimen bottle and placed it on the bedside table. Still seated astride Paul's chest, Tanya carefully peeled off her right glove and laid it across Paul's throat. Reaching up to his bound wrist with her bare hand she checked his pulse. Everything fine. "Right darling," she reached back with her gloved hand and took a firm grip of his erection, stroking it slowly "time to wake up, I think". From a side pocket on the sports bag, Tanya retrieved a small plastic capsule and tossed the bag onto the floor. Squeezing the capsule between her bare fingers on her ungloved until it broke, Tanya placed the gloved wrist of her other hand across Paul's throat and took a firm grip of his lower jaw between her leather clad fingers and thumb. She waved the broken capsule under Paul's nose. No reaction. She waved it under his nose once more, more slowly this time. A slight movement, and a barely audible groan. This time Tanya held the capsule directly under his nose and kept it there for a few seconds. Suddenly, she felt his body convulse under her, his head tried to move to the side, but she held him firmly. His eyelids opened wide and he groaned loudly. Tanya threw the capsule to one side, releasing her grip on Paul's jaw she quickly placed her hand around the gag to prevent him pushing it out. With her bare hand she took hold of the pump and gave it a squeeze. Paul's eyes widened as he felt the gag expanding to fill his mouth. "Mmmmmm... mmmmm...mmm" he protested. Tanya gave the pump a second squeeze and took her hand away from his mouth. "The more noise you make, the more pumped up the gag becomes. Understand?" She said. After a few seconds pause, Paul slowly nodded. "Good boy" she patted Paul's cheek, before picking her glove up from his neck and slowly and carefully putting it back on. Underneath her, Paul's chest heaved as his heavy breathing gradually slowed and returned to normal. He felt around his mouth with his tongue, but the gag was firm. A taste of rubber pervaded his senses. Once the glove was back on, Tanya looked down at Paul's face. He looked terrified. Terrified and utterly helpless. Tanya wriggled her hips a little further down his naked body. Paul could feel the tickling and mild scratching on his sides from the tops of her stockings. Once she had found a comfortable position she sat up and reaching up to her tight red satin blouse, slowly undid her top button showing a little more of her not inconsiderable cleavage. "Mmmmmmmm..." was the only feeble audible effort Paul could muster. The feeling of intense arousal he had felt before being knocked out, was greater than ever. Tanya flashed a wicked smile at him and slowly and deliberately licked her glossed lips. She knew that in his heightened state this teasing would be total torture. But Tanya never did anything without good reason, for she also knew that if driven wild for a period before finally giving up his sample, he would provide a much greater specimen. Tanya reached down with her right hand and gripped Paul's body in her gloved hand, digging her fingers in and rubbing the soft leather against his skin. Paul let out a long groan as Tanya took hold of his nipple between her thumb and finger. Her other hand pulled her blouse open revealing that she was not wearing a bra. She pulled out her breasts and began to squeeze her own nipple to match Paul's. Her eyes closed as she threw her head back. After a few minutes of gradually squeezing and nipping harder, she swapped hands, taking Pauls other nipple between thumb and forefinger. His breathing was heavy behind the gag now. As she massaged her own nipple in her other hand, Tanya suddenly let out a quiet moan and her thighs tightened around Paul's waist driving the wind out of him, her boot heels dug into his thighs painfully. "MMMMMmm!" he protested, his back arching. Tanya immediately let go of his nipple and slapped him hard across the face with her gloved hand. "Silence!" she hissed. Paul felt the heat in his cheek from the slap, but was too terrified to make a further sound. Tanya leant forward, her elbows resting on the bed either side of Paul's head. He could feel the cool touch of her satin blouse on his chest, soothing the now tender area around his nipples. Her breasts hung down over his neck and chin. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you baby?" she said quietly in that strong accent of hers. She shifted her weight to lean on her left arm whilst she caressed him with her right hand. She stroked his red cheek and leaning closer, tenderly kissed it. She continued to plant tender kisses on his face whilst her gloved hand caressed him. After a few minutes of this, she slowly started to rub herself against his torso. Slowly and gently at first and then more vigorously, her kisses became more lascivious. Paul felt her gently nibbling his ear lobe and then thrusting her tongue into his ear. He was now so aroused, that he felt his groin would literally explode. Suddenly she stopped. She leant over him, and he could feel her heavy, hot breath on his face. She flashed another wicked grin, and holding his face firmly between her two gloved hands, she stuck her tongue out and licked his face from chin to forehead. "Don't go anywhere darling, I'll be right back!" she said with a mischevious giggle. And with that, she leapt off him and disappeared into the bathroom. Paul took a few seconds to regain his breath. He sighed into his gag. What on earth was going on? Who the hell was this woman? And what fate did she have in store for him? He tested his bonds, but he knew that he wasn't going anywhere. After a few minutes, Tanya returned from the bathroom and went straight to her bag, after a brief rummage through it she removed a small cardboard box and a tube of lube. Placing them on the bed, she went back to the bag and took out a silk scarf and a roll of thick black duck tape. Paul watched on as Tanya once more sat astride his chest, and picked up the inflater for the gag. "I'm going to release the air from your gag now, and this time you really won't make a sound or I WILL hurt you. You understand?" Paul nodded, the gag was seriously uncomfortable. Tanya, turned the valve and the look of relief on Paul's face was palpable as the gag deflated. She took his chin firmly between thumb and finger and leant closer to him. "Quiet. Yes?" she said firmly. She wasn't kidding around, and Paul nodded again. Finally satisfied, Tanya pulled the rubber gag from his mouth. Paul flexed his sore jaw but remained silent. She tossed the gag onto the floor and shuffled her hips down his body. Paul flinched slightly as his swollen erection was pushed aside by her skirt as she shuffled down. Once they were face to face, she placed her elbows either side of Pauls head. His cock had come to rest against the inside of her thigh just above her stocking tops. She seemed unfazed by this. For a few moments she just stared into his eyes before finally breaking the silence. "Well done, I think maybe you learnt how to keep quiet, yes?" Paul simply nodded, as Tanya slid off him to lie aside him. She leant on one arm whilst she gently caressed him with the other gloved hand, her stocking clad leg rubbed against his as she raised it up down on top of his. Her soft leather boots felt cold against his skin. "You no doubt have many questions for me, I am sure. But I will allow only one. Ask your question now." After a short pause, Paul asked "What are you going to do with me?", Tanya smiled. "Don't worry my dear, I'm not here to hurt you." She lowered her hand down to his rigid cock and took a gentle hold of it. The leather felt so soft and inviting as she gently massaged him. "What am I going to do with you?" she repeated as she leant over him, her mouth only inches from his. Her grip on his shaft became gradually firmer, her rhythm building. "I'm going to make you cum" she whispered, staring straight into his eyes. "Cum like you've never cum before." Before Paul could say anything, Tanya pressed her mouth against his. Her tongue searching out his. She kissed him lustfully as her remorseless wanking continued. Then after a few minutes, as suddenly as she had started to kiss him, she stopped and took her hand off his cock. Before he had time to beg her to continue, she stuffed the balled up silk scarf into his mouth, and clamped her gloved hand over it. "Mmmmmmm!" he pleaded. With her other hand Tanya peeled away a foot of tape, the reel dangling from the loose tape. "Now behave. You have been very good, don't spoil it, or I will punish you severely." Paul relaxed, resigned to his fate. Tanya stuck the tape to his cheek and wrapped it across his mouth making sure that some of the scarf was trapped under the tape. This would ensure that he couldn't choke on it. She flattened the tape, pressing it firmly with her gloved hands to ensure a proper seal. Then she lifted his head up and wrapped the tape all the way around his head, repeating the process several times until his mouth was totally covered from nose to chin. Finally she ripped the tape using her teeth and pressed the loose end firmly onto Paul's cheek. Pleased with her handiwork, she knelt on the bed next to Paul and grabbed his balls in her leather clad hand, giving them a sudden squeeze. Paul shook violently, but the only sound he made was a muffled "mmmmppphh". "Sorry, just testing dear!" Tanya winked at him, as he glared at her from above the strips of tape. Tanya peeled off the glove from her right hand and picked up the cardboard box that she had retrieved earlier. From the box she pulled out a latex glove and after stretching it out, pulled it tightly onto her hand, snapping the cuff in place. Unscrewing the top of the lube, she squeezed out a generous amount into the palm of her latex clad hand. Taking the tube of lube with her and picking up the bag containing the sterile sample bottle, Tanya walked around the bed to the other side, Paul's wide eyes following her every step. She climbed onto the bed and sat astride Paul, but this time with her back to his face. Her skirt was pulled up around her waist, and her boot heels were digging into Paul's side. Tanya ripped the bag open with her teeth and placed the sample bottle and the plastic cap on the bed between Paul's spread legs. She then balanced herself by leaning her left hand on Paul's thigh, and slipped her right hand between his legs and under his balls. "Mmmfff" moaned Paul as he felt the cool lube being rubbed between his arse cheeks, the tight latex felt so smooth against his tender skin as Tanya spread the lube in. She paused to squeeze out another generous serving onto her fingers. "Mmmm! Mmm!" gasped Paul as he felt Tanya's fingers gently probing the rim of his arse. As Paul exhaled, a finger slipped inside and probed his anal passage, Tanya took hold of his cock in her other leather clad hand and started to wank him. By now his arse was well lubed and was opening up to Tanya's ministrations. A second finger joined the first, and she gently pushed deeper and deeper. After about five minutes of probing and wanking, Paul started to shake his head from side to side as Tanya's fingers located his prostate. She slightly bent her fingers and massaged him. His eyes were nearly bursting now, and he screamed muffled screams of pleasure into his gag. As his body convulsed, Tanya took her hand from his cock and grabbed the sample bottle. She got the rim over his cock just in time, as he experienced the most amazing orgasm of his life, almost filling the bottle. Finally, Tanya slowly pulled her fingers from his anal passage and ripped the latex glove off. She quickly popped the top on the bottle. Later she would add a fructose nutrient to the sperm to make it last up to seventy two hours before it could be deep frozen at The Agency's lab for transport. Placing the sample in a side pocket of her bag, she picked up her leather glove and put it back on. As she did so, she turned to Paul who was breathing heavily and looked absolutely exhausted. She knelt down and rummaged through her bag, Paul could not see what she was doing. After a few minutes she placed the bag on the bed next to Paul, and sat astride him once more. She pulled the tape from his mouth down so that it peeled away and hung loose around his neck. Paul spat the scarf to one side. " Oh... my... God!" He said in between heavy breaths. "You enjoyed hmm?" Tanya smiled at him " Oh... my... God!" repeated Paul Tanya's right hand was resting in the sports bag. As Paul leant his head back and let out a long sigh, Tanya's hand suddenly darted out from the sports bag and clamped over his mouth and nose, she had been holding the sponge which was now freshly soaked in neothyl. Tanya pulled herself up so that she was kneeling either side of Paul's face, holding his head firmly between her stocking clad thighs. Paul's eyes looked up imploringly, but Tanya's grip was firm, she stroked his hair with her other hand, as Paul's eyelids began to flutter. Paul awoke with a start. He looked around and saw that he was sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was alone and fully clothed. The television was on. He got up as quickly as his sore muscles would allow and headed towards the bedroom. His groin felt as if he'd been riding a bucking Bronco for twenty four hours. He went into the bedroom and switched on the light. The curtains were open, the bed was made. Just as he began to wonder what had really occurred and what hadn't, he noticed something on the bedside table and walked over to it. In crisp notes was fifty pounds. LthrGlv