0 comments/ 11028 views/ 2 favorites Kitty Walters Episode 01 Ch. 01 By: AuralSects69 Linda Paterson entered the hotel's restaurant. Her appearance was quite professional. She wore business attire and low-heeled shoes, minimal make-up and a sensible scrunchie to hold back her otherwise long, curly, jet black hair. Lobbyist for the pharmaceutical industry was her occupation and she looked it. Yet if you scratched the surface of her outer covering, you would have found a fit, athletic body. One that was trim, supple and soft, perhaps mid to late twenties in appearance despite being chronologically old enough to have a college-aged son. If you've ever fantasized about a teacher or librarian who looked like an iceberg, but you knew that deep down inside she was a nymphomaniacal slut who wanted to be screwed senseless by the football team, you would have found such a woman in Linda. Tonight she would be having dinner with Senator Richard Long. Like Linda, the dinner would be completely professional in appearance, but the promise of a 'sexual indiscretion' would be hidden beneath the surface of their conversation. Linda was more than confident that she would be able to lure the senator into a hotel room where the two of them would perform depraved acts of carnality that would have both their faces plastered over the evening news for weeks…if anybody found out about it. And while there was little doubt that the senator would be having the best sex of his life, Linda was certain that she would be completely satisfied by tonight's tryst as well. She could think of nothing that got her off better than fucking a man she was about to kill. The maitre d' showed me to my table and handed me a menu. The fare at this restaurant was adequate. It was the atmosphere that was superlative. Dark lighting, employees that always minded their own business, and no reporters or news people unless something very dramatic happened. The murder of a senator would have this place hopping like a frog-jumping contest. But given my track record on assignments, if I handled matters just right, his death should be classified as no more than a heart attack during an extramarital affair. "Sorry I'm late," Senator Long said as he greeted me with a friendly touch of my shoulder. "When you're in politics, there's always somebody who wants a piece of you." He sat opposite me, and if external appearance was a true indication of a person's quality of spirit, I would have felt incredibly sad and guilty for what I was about to do. The senator was in his mid-fifties and one of those rare individuals that greatly improved with age. Even in his twenties and early thirties he didn't appear to have fully matured. There were still some green or even childlike characteristics about him. But in the here and now, he was a confident, influential master of the political game. And his power announced itself to all with his granite jaw, his broad shoulders and biceps that tightened his suit almost to the point of ripping whenever he bent his arms. Yet even through his endearingly rugged five o'clock shadow, his charming smile and soft blue eyes conveyed a sense of purity and trust. His parent's genes had blessed him with all the superficial trappings necessary to make it in politics, and Machiavelli gave him the rest. "I understand," I replied. "That's why we're both here." After Richard quickly scanned the menu, the waiter came over to our table. "Good evening. I'm Bob. I'll be your waiter tonight." I always wondered if waiters told you their name because the familiarity of calling someone by his first name helps to diminish the fact that his occupation is merely that of servant or because it, momentarily, elevates him to the same level of his clientele so he doesn't feel too much like an inferior. Perhaps both reasons were just two sides of the same coin. "May I take your order?" "What looks good to you?" I asked the senator. He looked over the entire menu. "I don't know," he said. "It all looks so…unappetizing." We both held back an impolite laugh, knowing full well that people rarely came to this establishment for the cuisine. "Well I suppose you can never go too wrong with a filet de bœuf." Bob seemed a bit puzzled. "Filet de buff? Is that like a filet o' fish?" The senator glanced at me and we both let out a long, mental sigh. "I'm sure the chef will know…." He paused for a moment. "I'm sure the cook will know what it is. And please make it rare," which probably meant he would have been lucky if the steak didn't arrive charbroiled. "Also a green salad and…" He gave me an impish grin as he asked "…would you mind if I went a little crazy?" "Go ahead." He turned back to Bob and said "And some French fries." We both smiled. "I'll have the same." "And I suppose I would be hoping for too much if we could have a Napa Cabernet Sauvignon." Richard turned back to me. "Just to wash it all down with." I was beginning to appreciate the affable character of my dining companion. It was easy to understand why he was so popular amongst his constituents as well as his fellow politicos. I was beginning to feel bad that I had to kill him. "I'm sorry," Bob said. "A napping cabinet…what?" "Just make it you're best one hundred dollar bottle of red wine." "Very good, sir." We both watched Bob as he left. Then the senator leaned in and quietly said to me "This is one of those restaurants where you're actually glad if the waiters ignore you." Again we both smiled. I didn't know if it was his natural personality traits or his well rehearsed politician's façade which turned what I thought would be an uneventful meal into one of the most enjoyable dining experiences I've ever had. Unlike most men of power, or men for that matter, he allowed me to take charge of the conversation and happily listened to what I had to say. Or perhaps as an experienced politician he was just an expert at feigning interest. That seemed unlikely, however, as he would interrupt me from time to time to explore a point further or to interject an amusing remark about something I'd just said. While finishing off our cappuccinos and cheesecake, which had to have come from an outside bakery, we decided to get to the reason for the meeting. "I'm glad you didn't mind waiting to talk shop. I hate to discuss business over dinner, too," Richard said. "Well, waiting until we were finished eating would have helped prevent having to eat through an awkward meal if we couldn't come to a mutual agreement, but I think you're going to be very pleased with what my people have to offer." "I'm already very pleased with the messenger they sent." His eyes were sending me a very clear message of their own. I smiled back and tried to appear appropriately, but not excessively, flattered. "Please, you're embarrassing me," I replied quite coyly. "Come on. To a woman as attractive as you, compliments must be as common as raindrops." If the senator was ever hard-up for cash, he could always make a fortune hocking that silver tongue of his. But I would have to wait about thirty minutes before finding out how skilled his tongue really was. "I understand Senator Ludgate wants to introduce a bill making it illegal for doctors to, shall we say, promote certain medications to their patients. He seems to feel that when pharmaceutical companies, shall we say, benefit doctors in a, oh, shall we say, financial way, that this may influence doctors to put the pharmaceutical company's wants ahead of the patient's needs." "Politicians," Richard said, shaking his head a little in annoyance. "Tell me about it." "Exactly. This bill does nothing more than imply that doctor's care more about money than their patients. And as someone who works in the health industry, I, for one, do not want to insult our fine physicians that way." "I understand where you're coming from. But what can I as a powerful senate leader do?" "Well, I'm sure if you spoke with some of our executives, who happen to be living in Rome right now, for a few weeks, I'm sure they would be able to help you to convince other senators to kill this…insulting bill to doctors. And they wouldn't want you to be away from your family for too long, so they'll pay to bring your family to Rome with you as well." "Interesting. Although don't labor under the illusion that I always have to be with my family. I have a wife but…" His fingers eased over to my side of the table and started to caress my own. "…I'm not married to the concept of monogamy." We smiled at each other. Him because he knew he was about to get laid. Me because the fish had just jumped out of the water and into the boat. I pulled my hand away and got my purse. "Why don't I get a room so we can discuss this further…in private." "Why don't you." "I have your cell phone number. Have another cup of cappuccino while you're waiting. I'm sure the extra caffeine will come in handy in a few minutes. After all, it is a stimulant." As I walked away I heard the senator calling for Bob. As I signed the hotel register, I asked the clerk to send up a bottle of brandy with two glasses. For a brief moment I thought about getting a bottle of champagne, but if I was really going to be that pedestrian, I would immediately change my occupation to that of dog walker. The brandy arrived at Linda's hotel room shortly after she did. Then she quickly went to work. There were two small vials in her purse. One was red. The other white. She drank all the liquid which was in the white vial but only poured a small drop of liquid from the red vial into each of the two glasses. After returning the red vial safely to her purse, Linda swirled both glasses until the liquid inside smeared into a film too thin to be seen. Calling the senator, she let him know that all was ready. It would take him a few minutes to get up to the room, but a few minutes was all she needed. After throwing her business clothes on a chair where they would be noticed by the senator, she retreated into the bathroom for a few final touches. Knowing that he was expected, Richard didn't knock but simply turned the knob to Linda's room. Sure enough, she had given him full and easy access. He let the door close loudly enough to announce his arrival and then locked it. "I'll be out in a minute," she said. "Make yourself very comfortable." Seeing her outfit on the chair, he began to strip down to his shorts. By the time he got to pulling down his zipper, he looked up and saw Linda emerging from the bathroom. Her hair was no longer tied back but loose and wild. The little extra mascara and lipstick she'd put on required the senator to take a second look. If he hadn't just spent an hour in the restaurant with this very same woman, he would have sworn they were two different people. His shock at seeing her new appearance almost distracted him from noticing her completely naked and extraordinarily sexy body. Again he could have sworn that this was another woman. While her body seemed quite attractive in the restaurant, there was no way he could have imagined the Venus that was hidden beneath her clothes. Obviously her business suit had camouflaged her firm, supple flesh, creamy thighs and more than ample breasts. The one thing that could not have been camouflaged was the massive erection forcing the senator's zipper to open as if by magic. His cock quickly poked through the opening in his shorts, freeing itself from its confines and making it's readiness known to Linda. "Magnificent," I said, entranced by the sight of the senator's bulging boner. "You certainly are." "Oh, you're sweet." His eyes traveled down my body, drinking in every drop of my naked flesh. After reaching my toes, he went back up and stopped at my snatch. "Smooooth. I love a hairless pussy. It's looks so…inviting." "Well, nothing comes between me and my Calvins." We both laughed a little. Softly striding over to Richard, I was more than happy to immediately kneel down and go down on such a marvelous piece of man meat, but his cock had to be put on, ahem, hold. He pulled me close, his gigantic prick being forced into the outside of my belly. His strong hands held my arms gently as he brought his lips to mine. After a few seconds of tasting his sweet lips, I felt his tongue penetrating into my mouth. I wasn't about to obstruct a senate probe, so I gladly yielded to his power. I always found a sense of helplessness and being at the mercy of a strong, controlling man to be incredibly erotic. Power has always been a big turn-on for me, and fortunately there are many types of power to satisfy my orgasmic needs. His hands were slightly calloused, no doubt from pumping the iron that gave him quite a muscular physique, but that only wanted me to be pumped by him even more. He ran his rough hands up and down my exposed flesh, exquisitely stimulating my body…grasping as much of my generous tits as he possibly could…squeezing my taut butt cheeks…pulling them apart and tickling my wrinkled pucker with one of his fingers until slowly inserting it deep into my asshole. I've never shied away from anal stimulation. Quite the opposite. The invasion of a thick piece of dick into my anal cavity only fed into my desire to be overpowered and sexually submissive. In fact, there have been quite a few times when I've achieved a much more intense orgasm from having a thick, fat dick plowing my ass instead of my pussy. Just remembering the erotic sensations of having my ass cheeks forced apart by some huge, bell-shaped cockhead which then drove deep, then deeper, and even deeper into my rectum until I could feel it bumping up against my ribcage was enough to make me cum after only a few seconds of rubbing my clit. My knees buckled and I shook a little, but Richard held me firmly in his grasp. Even now, after having gotten laid by thousands of men, sometimes several hundred in a single week, I've never gotten so accustomed to sex to the point where my cunt didn't enjoy quivering and convulsing to a marvelously gratifying orgasm. I happily resigned myself to the fact that I was a junkie, a cum junkie, always looking for that next fix. A minute later, when I felt some of my cream rolling down my thighs and onto my knees, I pulled away from Richard enough to be able to kneel down before his impatient member. After removing the last pieces of clothing from his body, I opened wide and took his cock into my salivating mouth, all the way in until I reached his balls. I was pleasantly surprised that, due to its enormous heft, his prick wasn't pointing up but straight out. "Wow," he said. "I've never seen any woman swallow my whole dick with such ease. There aren't that many who've taken the whole thing period. And when I first saw you standing naked, I'm sure my dick swelled to at least an inch longer than it's ever been." I tightly sucked on his cock as I pulled back, letting it fall out of my mouth. "Although it's very kind of you, you don't have to keep flattering me. You're already getting laid." "Don't take this the wrong way, but you could make a fortune if you did this for a living." I laughed a little. "In some way, shape or form, everybody sells themselves for money. The only difference is that this way is the most fun." I took a firm grip of his shaft and lifted it, exposing his large, plump balls. They were two ripe apricots waiting to be gobbled up. Instead I simply licked and sucked each one like a giant lollipop. I could feel the heat being generated by his tasty nuts on my tongue. Their warmth was quite comforting for some reason. My tongue searched out his scrotum and I slid my way up between his balls. I continued to slide up his shaft, delighting in his moans and animalistic grunts of pleasure, until I reached the brim of his cockhead. And let me tell you that was no short journey. His precum juices flowed freely out of his piss slit. Much to my surprise and enjoyment, it was sticky and sweet, like transparent honey. I had enveloped his shaft with my saliva and now his honey was enveloping my saliva. I was amazed that he was able to produce enough precum to cover his entire prick. But not to be outdone, I enveloped his meatstick and all of our juices into my mouth once again. My tongue explored every vein and bulge of his manhood, taking pleasure in the giving of pleasure. He firmly took both sides of my head and began to skull me. I held his cock, also firmly, in my mouth making him work to pull it out and work to shove it back in. Despite its girth I had no problem breathing, and despite its length I had no problem taking in every hard inch. I had been very well trained in the art of cocksucking and a ponderous piece of prick like the senator's, which would have caused most women to choke and gag, was a perfect fit for my compliant throat. He continued fucking my mouth as quickly as I would allow him. I was the one submitting to his will, but I was also the one in charge of how fast he was going to get off. His groans of satisfaction were intermixed with the sounds of my saliva and his plentiful precum juices sloshing around inside my mouth. The fluid build-up became very abundant, so from time to time, when he pulled his massive meat out, I swallowed all of the liquids that had been flowing from his dick and my salivary glands. Occasionally I timed it too late and our copious supply of juices would be forced out past my lips, drooling and dripping onto my firm, oversized tits. Five minutes later, after I had settled into a perfect rhythm and could have gone on sucking his prick for another hour, Richard, it seems, needed some relief. His seed was burning and churning inside his sweltering nut sac. His cock muscles were sporadically twitching in an attempt to have a full blown orgasm. "Make me cum!" he shouted. "I need to cum!" I released his prick from my oral grip and clutched his cock with my hand. As I squeezed and stroked his overworked member, I softly caressed and tickled his meaty balls. The blood in his shaft was being forced to the top, turning the bell-shaped head a rich purple. His nuts convulsed and contracted together. A second later his thick, delicious cream fired out of his cannon, past my lips and into my hungry mouth. The first few blasts of a man's spunk were always reserved for my belly. The last few I always like to have shooting onto my tits. When he had finished, I took him into my mouth again to capture that final drop of sperm that had so valiantly made it to the outside world. Richard sat on the edge of the bed then laid back and rested while I rubbed his cream all over my tits. Like a precious, youth restoring lotion, I massaged his spunk into my skin, inhaling the intoxicating scent. I covered as much of my body as possible with his seed. My tits. My tummy. My shoulders. And my arms. Even half of his full load was more than a very abundant supply. There's something about the feel of a man's sticky cock juice coating my flesh which makes me feel so decadent and depraved. And if you want to enjoy the sensual delights of sex, you might as well get as down and dirty as you can. Save the antiseptics for the operating room. Once again knowing what it feels like to be slimed, I got up and opened the bottle of brandy. "Could you use a drink?" I asked. "Yes," he said through deep, heavy breaths. I poured the brandy into both glasses as he sat up. I offered him one glass but he took the other. I suspected such a possibility but it didn't matter. As we drank, he looked me up and down. "You're so shiny. You look like a ham that's just been glazed." Looking at my arms and belly, I nodded in agreement. Kitty Walters Episode 01 Ch. 01 "I know. But being covered in cum makes me feel so filthy and shameless, like some cheap little whore who should just be used for sex by countless numbers of men, gangbanged over and over again, until buckets of cum have been blasted down my throat, in my cunt, up my ass and onto my body by their humungous cocks, and I'm completely drenched with their dick juice, lying in a pool of sperm, my hair soaking in their spunk, trying to regain my strength from the multiple orgasms after multiple orgasms that savaged my pussy and drained me of all energy." I noticed his dick getting stiff again, so I grabbed hold of it. "Now it's time to stuff my snatch." I took his glass away and he laid down in the middle of the bed. Straddling him I said "I hope you can last a little longer the second time around." "I always have before. But looking at the cheap little whore sitting on top of me who's covered in cum, it's entirely possible that I might blow my load even sooner than the first time." "Still with the flattery," I replied with a smirk. I eased the thick, round, swelling crown of his dick through my wet lips and into my impatient pussy. My orgasm had provided my snatch with more than enough natural lubricant to insert the senator's ten pounds (?) of prick where it belonged. Leaning forward, I rested my palms on his hairy chest and grabbed hold. He had the sexual exuberance and drive of a teenager, but his white chest hairs was evidence to the real age of this man. Fortunately, his age did improve his staying power. A teenaged boy would have shot his second load in only a few minutes, but after mounting it, I was able to ride that middle-aged bull of a cock for a long, long time. When I clutched his hair, he responded by grasping my tits, at least as much as he could. Even his very large hands could only envelop a small portion of my massive mounds. He tried to slide his hands forward to my nipples, but the cum and saliva on my flesh created a wonderfully sticky mess. He removed his hands from my rack, pulling my skin and causing me some pain but not nearly as much as I would have liked. His fingers took hold of my jutting nipples and he began to squeeze them. "Harder," I instructed him. His prick sloshed in and out of my needy hole as I bounced up and down on his body. My ass cheeks slapped loudly against his legs while my nipples were being tenderized. "Harder!" Much to my delight, he didn't mind pulling me closer and having my cum covered skin in his mouth. Raising my hefty mammaries to his lips, he kindly kissed my areolas before spending a few minutes to lick them all over. Then he sunk his teeth into the hard buds protruding from my breasts. Biting, chewing and gnashing, the exquisite pain of my titty torture was matched only by the excruciating pleasure being produced in my pussy. When my orgasm hit, it felt like a small bomb exploding inside my cunt. Waves of sexual energy flooded out of my snatch, engulfing my entire body in a firestorm of physical gratification. What seemed like a gallon of goo gushed out of my gash and onto my lover. I pulled away from him far enough to free my gnarled nipples from his gnawing teeth. "Fuck my ass," I demanded. As I dismounted his dick, it pulled out with a wet pop and the last few ounces of juice that were plugged up inside my pussy by his prick came pouring out. God! Sometimes I wished I could just go swimming in a pool full of cum. I got down on the floor on all fours like the bitch in heat I was and waited for my anal insertion. He pulled my cheeks apart and I felt the tip of his prick playing with my ass crack. Up to the top then back down to my pussy lips, intermittently teasing the wrinkled pucker of my shitter. "Shove it in, you bastard! All the way. Deep and hard. Make it hurt!" He did as I commanded, spreading my asshole wide with his thick cock. The sudden thrust of thirteen hard inches plunging into my ass made me feel so alive. His oversized nut sac swung back and forth as he banged my bunghole, causing his balls to smack my pussy lips. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled like it was the mane of a wild horse he was trying to break. The senator rode my shit chute relentlessly and slapped my butt cheeks with his free hand until they were fiery red and burning hot. The pain was delicious. A layer of sweat was building up all over my body. I could hear the moisture splatter as my buttfucker switched hands and began to punish my other cheek. His hand was slapping my cheek, his balls were slapping my pussy and his pelvis was slapping up against my ass every time he forced his massive member deeper and deeper into my widening rectum. It wasn't long before he took hold of my waist with both hands and started pumping my shitter as fast and furiously as he could. "Oh God!" he screamed. "It's like my cock is trying to explode!" That's when I reached down and began fingering myself. Actually the word 'fingering' is an understatement. I held my clit between my thumb and index finger and started to squeeze it, hard. If it had been a grape, it would have been squashed by now. I'd been in this situation many times before and knew that I only had no more than three or four minutes until the senator was finished. Fortunately, the delightful agony I was receiving from both ends was more than sufficient to satisfy my masochistic needs and put me over the edge. All the other sounds in the room were masked by my primal grunts of gratification as my cunt cream erupted out of my snatch. Only seconds later I felt the huge prick inside my bowels spasm and blast out wads of searing hot semen into my innards. The senator collapsed on top of me and I knew that it was over. Linda lowered one side of her body, letting the corpse roll off of her and onto the floor. The adrenal poison worked perfectly, as usual. When the senator had reached the excitement level necessary for an orgasm, his quantity of adrenaline became sufficient to activate enough of the poison to kill him. It was unfortunate for him that, unlike Kitty, he didn't drink the counteragent before drinking the poison. In a few hours, the deadly chemical will breakdown and be untraceable. When the autopsy is performed, it will simply appear to have been a run-of-the-mill heart attack. No connection to foul play whatsoever. Linda took a shower, washing off the cum, saliva and any unforeseen links to her and this room. Since the senator died from 'natural causes,' it is unlikely that the police will waste any time looking for her. Her identity will simply remain 'the mystery woman' who fucked Senator Long to death. She wiped off the fingerprints which were on the glasses, knobs, any place the senator might have touched. It wasn't her own fingerprints she was removing because she didn't have any. The Division took care of that. But it would seem highly improbable that a person could wipe off her own fingerprints while leaving those of the senator's untouched. Finally, after every trace of her presence was accounted for, she removed an incense from her purse, placed it in the ashtray and lit it. Within an hour, any exposed dna will be disrupted beyond recognition by the smoke, but Linda will be long gone before that. She went to room 602 and entered. Ten minutes later, Linda Paterson was no more. She was now Maria Gutierrez, the woman who had rented room 602 earlier in the day. With her suitcase in tow, she was checked out by the exact same clerk who checked her in as Linda Peterson and had sent the brandy to her room. But the clerk didn't recognize her. As far as he could tell, they were two completely different women. In her car on her way home, Maria wondered if The Division would find out if she was the one responsible for the senator's death. That seemed highly unlikely, as it was The Division itself which trained her to be a nondescript face in the crowd. A shadow who momentarily emerged from the darkness, fulfilled her mission, then disappeared back into the night. The only difference is that this mission was personal. Senator Long's plan to introduce a bill which would cut health care to orphans and single mothers in order to pay for a repeal of the luxury tax was now as dead as he was. And if her bosses knew that it was she who employed The Division's own devices to kill him, it very probably would have meant her own death as well. But what's done is done. For a brief moment she wondered if the married senator had any STDs, but once again, thanks to The Division, she was perfectly safe. Genetically engineered bacterium, which was designed to eat the microscopic organisms that cause venereal diseases, was created years ago. Maria still had some in her system from her last assignment, so she had no concerns about contracting VD. Her only concern was that this bacteria was not made available to the general public. The excuse was that in a world without disease, the immune system of humans would become too weak and people would soon die from the common cold. The more believable explanation, however, is that a disease-free world would have completely destroyed the profit margin of pharmaceutical industry. By the time she reached her driveway, Maria Gutierrez had transformed herself once more into Kitty Walters. Kitty's mastery of identity transformation was largely inherent. Her appearance was such that, with a little bit of effort, she could appear to be a nicely tanned white, an average Latina or a light-skinned black. With some extra effort, Hindu or Chinese wasn't even out of the question. Her linguistic skills in six different languages also came in handy from time to time. She checked in on her son and daughter before going to her own bedroom. She, unprofessionally, accidentally dropped her suitcase, but right now she was no longer a professional. Right now she was just a housewife. Her husband woke up and turned over to look at her. "I see you were so concerned you couldn't sleep…much," Kitty said with a smile. "It was just some dopey senator. Any hitches?" "Has there ever been?" "Well," Frank said, "there was that time in Istanbul…." "You're like a rattlesnake biting my ass," she said abruptly as she stripped naked and got into bed. "You just can't let it go, can you?" "It helps to keep you on your toes, sweetcheeks." He kissed her as she rolled into his arms and fell asleep on his chest. Morning came and the day began as usual. Kitty fixed breakfast for her family. She saw Frank off to work and Deborah off to high school. David left some time later for college. She cleared off the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. And about the incriminating events of the previous night, well, as far as Kitty was concerned, it was as if…it had all just been a fantasy. Kitty Walters Episode 01 Ch. 02 A few days later it was time for Kitty's weekly training session. No time to sit around the house watching 'Oprah' and getting fat today, not that Kitty would ever allow herself to get fat. Frank and Kitty each took their own cars to The Division. Frank usually spent the entire day at work and started earlier than Kitty, so it only made sense. Frank's job required more in terms of endurance whereas Kitty's training sessions were more intense. After doing the laundry, housecleaning and running a few errands, Kitty went to work. Division 44EE was quite unassuming. To a passersby, it was just another unspectacular dairy farm, but if you drove past the bend in the trees on the farm, beyond where anything could be seen from the road, you'd enter a garage which led into an underground complex about one football field in area and three floors deep. Kitty ran her driver's license under the indentifier. The ultraviolet light scanned all her pertinent information: Kitty Walters - Level 12 operative for Division 44EE    D.O.B.: N/A    Place of birth: N/A    Ethnicity: various    Mission success rate: 99.41%    Photo: N/A After parking, she proceeded on through to the retinal scanner where her physical identity was confirmed and she went in. The corridors themselves were long and white. Quite drab by most accounts. A number of unassuming doors were equally drab. But what went on behind the doors one passed while walking through those corridors was another story entirely, two of which I shall recount for you. Kitty noticed Room DPP&A and a conditioned process of sexual arousal began deep inside her body and mind. If Division operatives were going to use sex as a weapon, they might as well have fun in the process is what The Division leaders reasoned. So through a long and intense program of physical and mental conditioning, Kitty, like all the other female Division operatives, was essentially transformed into a highly skilled and deadly nymphomaniac. But the more proficient operatives became, the more intense their sexual training had to be. That's why her mouth was beginning to water. Room DPP&A would have to wait, though. Kitty needed to be prepared for what went on inside there. After changing into a leotard, and going back to the changing room because she forgot her platform shoes, she went to the yoga room. Just a few warm up stretches was all she needed to be able to lie on the floor, face down, and bend her body backwards until her feet touched her head. Lifting one leg up while standing and putting her foot behind her neck without using her hands? No problem. Sliding her feet outwards, perfectly parallel to her body, until her ass touched the floor? Piece of cake. Conscious dilation? Now that took her a long time to learn. But Kitty was such an eager and determined pupil, even the instructors were amazed at how quickly she learned to consciously dilate her cunt and ass to allow the thickest, biggest cocks inside her body without causing any physical damage. When she was physically and mentally prepared, Kitty took her shoes and went to Room DPP&A. It was as it usually was. A number of operatives all wearing platform shoes, except for one operative who was six feet tall, with their legs spread apart about twenty-four inches and their ankles securely tied to bolts in the wooden floor. Their hands were above their heads, also about two feet apart, with their wrists tied to ceiling bolts. Spread eagle, vertical and immobilized to put it succinctly. And each operative had a thick cock fucking her pussy and another thick cock drilling her ass. Kitty smiled and winked at one of the professional studs plowing the shithole of a redheaded operative. Frank saw her, winked back and started to ram the ass of the redhead even faster, pretending it was his wife he was drilling. The women formed a line from one side of the room to the other, the left side for beginners moving right to the more experienced operatives. This was because, from left to right, the dicks of the men fucking them got bigger and bigger, although even the smallest men at the far left were considerably larger than the average male. Moans and groans of ecstasy, both from the women and the men, saturated the room, as did the odor of sweat and cum. The asynchronous sounds of many bodies slapping against the flesh of many other bodies echoed off the walls. It gave the illusion of artillery fire in the distance but with a much higher pitch. The light glistened off the slick, sticky cum rolling down the soft, creamy thighs and calves of the women. Two small puddles of cum had formed at the feet of each operative, but a third puddle was also created directly underneath their cunts. Kitty could see the globules of goo dripping out of their pussies as if their internal plumbing had sprung a leak, continuously feeding and expanding all three of the puddles beneath each woman. The necessary pummeling of their holes was an integral part of their training, but that didn't mean they didn't love their work. Kitty was anxious to get to her place at the very far right and get started, but she knew to do nothing except close the door behind her and wait. Madam Kwan, who rarely sits in her chair unless she's training an operative, was looking over the operatives' asses. Each one was being pounded hard and stretched wide. Despite the clear evidence oozing out of their butt cheeks that the men had already cum inside them, they continued the fuck the ladies' shitters. The studs in this stable were also well trained and it takes more than one orgasm to get them to stop fucking a tight piece of ass or pussy. Kwan saw Kitty, looked at the clock to make sure she had arrived on time, then went back to the assfuckers. If an operative didn't arrive on time, Kwan had no qualms about expressing her anger, although the truth be known, feeling Kwan's displeasure was not very much different from feeling her gratitude. She looked at Antonio and Kenengi who were sitting at the far right of the room, each reading the Washington Post. "Antonio! Kenengi!" Kwan motioned her head towards Kitty and the two men arose to release what could legitimately be called the two biggest cocks in the world from their pants. Kwan looked at Kitty, so she went over to the two men, removed her leotard and placed it on the bench near the men's clothing. Meanwhile, with her ivory handled riding crop, Kwan gently tapped the butt of one of the assfuckers and said "Time!" He pulled out of the operative's ass with a pop and his associate pulled out of her pussy with a splatter while Kwan went to her chair and sat down. The two men untied their sexually depleted cum bucket and she collapsed on the floor. A few seconds passed before Kwan screamed out "Over here! NOW!" The operative, panting as if she'd been trying to blow up a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon all by herself, lifted her head to look at her instructor. On hands and knees, she labored to make it over to Kwan who, once her student arrived, ferociously caned her already brutalized ass with the riding crop. Kwan was tenderizing Anita Humpen's ass while I undressed. It was an unpleasant part of the training program, for most operatives, but it was necessary to toughen us up to torture. I could make out Anita's barely audible whimpers above the sounds of the fucking and moaning. After I was naked, except for my pumps, I positioned myself between the two sets of bolts and waited to be tied up by Antonio and Kenengi. Antonio came from Genoa. He had quintessentially Mediterranean good looks, a sun bronzed body worthy of being immortalized in marble by one of the old masters, and a love for the purity and perfection of nature that gave him a Pan-like quality, assuming Pan had a little more body hair. Kenengi, who was recruited from Accra, was a black counterpart to Antonio. The heat being generated in the room by all the raw sex helped to produce a thin layer of sweat on his lean, muscular physique. The light glimmered off his black skin creating pockets of luminescence in the otherwise chocolate abyss into which you wanted to lose yourself along with all of your sexual inhibitions. Not that I had any sexual inhibitions. Since Division operatives use sex to achieve their clandestine ends, it was necessary to enlist women who would be able to throw themselves into their work. And if I had to get gangbanged by hundreds of men in order to preserve The American Way of life, I was more than willing and happy to have an army of men fucking my cunt, ass and mouth day and night if that's what it took to protect my country. What patriotic slut would do any less? Elevated by my platform shoes so the men didn't have to awkwardly bend down too far, my two colleagues started my advanced training after securely immobilizing me. I could only hope that my dilation technique was sufficient to allow my pussy and ass to accommodate the gargantuan cocks of these two. This was my first time at the extreme right of the line and out of curiosity, just after I had undressed, I tried to grab hold of Antonio's dick. Even with both of my hands grasping his shaft, the fingers of one hand were just barely able to overlap the fingers of my other hand. And Kenengi was certainly equal to Antonio in that aspect of his anatomy. Kenengi positioned himself behind me while Antonio was in front. No lubrication was provided so operatives had to supply their own, the natural way. That was no problem for my pussy. Like Pavlov's dog, I too was a bitch conditioned to salivate at the sight of a delicious piece of meat. The only difference is that it was my snatch that was doing the salivating. My ass, however, was another matter. The thing only available back there to make his pole slick was a thin layer of sweat on his prick and on my ass cheeks. Although I will admit that after my conscious dilation, I go to the bathroom and stick a few fingers coated with vaseline into my open hole, enough to be useful but not enough to be left over after having my shitter plowed for half an hour. And certainly far enough inside me so that it won't be seen by my anal penetrator when he spreads my cheeks apart. I'd hate to think what the wrath of Kwan would be if she found out I was greasing. Antonio placed his golden, softball-sized cockhead against my cunt. The folds of my labia surrounded and enveloped the magnificent orb as it penetrated me. His tremendous member slowly began to disappear inside my body like an oversized hand being forced into a tiny glove. It was sort of like giving birth but in reverse. It certainly was more pleasurable than giving birth. I looked down and saw the outline of his cockhead as it expanded my belly outwards. The big, round invader making its way up towards my tits appeared to be an alien crawling around inside my body. A big, round sexually fulfilling alien. Meanwhile, Kenengi parted my firm cheeks to allow his equally extensive shaft access to my anal cavity. Despite the vaseline and conscious dilation, Kenengi still had difficulty getting all of his thick, black meat inside my hole. The pain was unbearable. His mighty meatpole forced my flesh apart, wider and wider, busting my shitter until I thought I was going to be ripped in half. I was beginning to see stars from the unbearable agony I had to endure. I almost passed out. Luckily I didn't, otherwise I would have missed out on all this wonderful sexual anguish. As Kenengi slowly slid his prick up my anal passage, it bumped up against Antonio's cock, forcing my trim tummy to be pushed out even further. Again I was reminded of my pregnancies when I looked down at my hugely extended belly. Any other woman would have been dead from this by now, but the many, many massive cocks that I've had inside me before today have, in a sense, been the gateway drugs for the sexual high I was experiencing right now. Filled to capacity, I simply tried to relax and enjoy today's training session. And the two professional studs drilling me harder than a Marine boot camp sergeant simply wanted to satiate their sexual hunger with the slut sandwich that they turned me into. My two fuckers both kept the screwing down to a fairly slow pace. Their job was not to get off and fill my holes full of their hot, creamy cum. That was just a fringe benefit. Their job was to stretch me wide. As someone who uses her pussy and ass as erotically enticing weapons, who knew how big a cock I might have to fuck in order to successfully accomplish a mission. Or if I might have to have one of my holes double, triple or even quadruple penetrated in order to complete my assignment. I was just lucky that, for me, the pain was as pleasant as the pleasure. A few minutes after my humping began, I heard Kwan say to one of the other studs "Time!" I turned my head to see two giant cocks being pulled out of the sloppy mess that was some other operative. She was then untied and I watched as she staggered over to the sitting Kwan. Madam Kwan was fairly young, twenty-seven, but she had more life experience than most people acquire in, well, a lifetime. She was sold into prostitution at the age of ten by her mother, led her fellow prostitutes in a revolt against their pimp at the age of twelve then raised herself on the mean streets of Yunyang. She knew how to turn a financially well-off trick on the streets, but rather than whore herself out, she would have the john take her to an isolated place where she would usually slit his throat and steal everything he had. Money and a watch were common booty for her. Sometimes a ring or other jewelry. Rarely a car, but it was not without precedent. She bought her way to the United States and was quite successful until she killed a member of the C.I.A. It took them over a year to find her, but rather than lock her up, they decided to put a valuable find to good use. Also, they didn't want a public trial where it would come out that it took the C.I.A. over a year to find the person who murdered the director of the C.I.A., who obviously was frequenting hookers. Kwan was toughening up the internal fortitude of the recently untied operative by whipping her ass with the riding crop. Not one to let others think she was merely a tyrant drunk on power, Kwan let her exceptional toughness and discipline be known through her attire. The only 'clothing' she ever wore to work was two metal cilices. One as a bra and the other as panties. Open high heeled shoes with velvet straps which crisscrossed up her legs until they hooked onto the cilice, velvet gloves and the riding crop were her only other accoutrements. The metal cilices helped Kwan to endure pain and suffering but they also added another dimension of bitchiness to the trainer which only made her that much harder on her pupils. After her ass was numbed to the pain, the operative moved forward and stuck her face between Kwan's legs. Kwan had unclasped and removed the front section of the cilice to allow the operative unobstructed access to her cunt. While The Division trained women to achieve their goals through sexual exploitation, that didn't mean an operative was always going to have to sexually satisfy a man. I watched Ivana Biggun probing Kwan's pussy with her tongue, lapping and licking every square inch of that Asian crotch. I myself enjoyed eating Chinese and was looking forward to munching on her muffin. She pulled her pupil's head in closer to her wet box, then Kwan met my eyes and turned her head to face me. She smiled. As usual, I had gotten there late in the afternoon, so of all the women training today, she knew that I would be the last one to go down on her cunt. Her used, wet, cum drenched cunt. And after a full day of orgasms, it would be hardest for me to get her off, so I would have to spend an inordinate amount of time licking, lapping and sucking that snatch. But she would cum eventually. Right now I just closed my eyes and went back to enjoying the colossal cocks inside of me. My two lovers had settled into a steady but changing rhythm. For a minute or so, the two would slam their pricks deep into me at the same time, forcing an animalistic grunt of satisfaction from deep inside my chest up through my throat and out of my mouth to join the other sounds of sexual fulfillment in the room. Then they would alternate to a new rhythm. Kenengi would slowly pull his dark meat out of my aching ass while Antonio would jam his fat prick into my soaking pussy, forcing my juices out to roll down my legs or add to the ever increasing puddle of liquid directly beneath my crotch. Then Kenengi plugged up my butthole with his black meatstick as fast and as hard possible while Antonio slowly removed his shaft from my contented cunt. After my third orgasm, I noticed a few beads of sweat on Antonio's neck. In between my grunts and gasping for air, I lapped up his perspiration and swallowed. My head started to swim and my erotic senses became amplified. Antonio's sweat had the same effect as concentrated pheromones. It was no longer just my lower regions that could experience sexual fulfillment, but every portion of my entire body. Even the touch of my lovers' hands on my arms or hips created the sensation of having an orgasm. Every time two sets of giant balls slapped against my cheeks or thighs I felt like I was cumming. My orgasms were as frequently as my heartbeat. My pleasure receptors were on overload and I faded in and out of consciousness several times. Now you know why we're securely tied during our fuck sessions. By the time Antonio's sweat had worn off, I saw Kwan tapping my husband's ass with her riding crop. The redhead looked just as spent and used up as Anita and Ivana did. As spent and used up as I must look. One thing was for certain. Any woman who could walk out of this room after a thirty minute training session was definitely going to be able to handle any kind of a fuckjob the outside world could throw at her. Frank had drilled his last operative for the day and was headed out the door. As he turned to wave goodbye to me I said "I forgot to get milk. Pick some up on your way home." I closed my eyes and let the last few minutes of my fucking workout pass while I thought about my husband. Our marriage started off probably very much like everyone else's. We were young and in love. Intensely passionate towards each other. Then the children came along. A lot of my effort went into them rather than my marriage. Making love was not a priority, but it should have been. Giving my children two parents who had a solid relationship should have been more important than giving them a Tickle Me Elmo doll. But that's the way it went. And as the lovemaking died out, the love began to get pushed into the background as well. The passion and fire that brought us together in the first place was dying. Desperate to renew that passion, we started swinging with some of Frank's coworkers in the C.I.A. and that did bring back the passion, but not the love. For that, a counselor suggested "us" time. Eventually our companionship and love got stronger and stronger, but continuing our diversity by having other sexual partners added the spice to life that only variety could provide. Filet de bœuf is great, but if it was the only thing you ever ate, you'd get sick of it awfully fast. And so too it is with sex. Oh, you can play games and do some role playing with each other, but no matter how you dress up a chicken, it's always gonna taste like chicken. It wasn't long before we both wound up in Division 44EE. And now our marriage is perfect. When I come here for training, I swell with pride and horniness watching my man pumping his incredible cock into some piece of ass or pussy, knowing that he's more than capable of bringing a highly trained and excessively fucked professional to physical exhaustion. And he gets equally turned on watching me getting filled and drilled by a couple of studs, their huge pricks getting crammed into my two holes and flooding me with their delicious, sticky goo. Of course Frank and I have sex with each other only once or twice a day. Not due to boredom…but overwork. Still, emotionally we've never been closer and we've never been more in love with each other. Not even when we were first married. Kitty Walters Episode 01 Ch. 02 Eventually, Antonio and Kenengi had both cum inside me. I felt their lovely love muscles flex and convulse inside my body just before releasing their hot sperm. Their thick, white, abundant cream added a little more lubrication to my used up holes, but since the men's part of today's training was nearly finished, the sticky liquid, while psychologically gratifying to me to know that I'd gotten them off, wasn't really necessary. I had cum myself over and over again in the last thirty minutes. The giant cock inside my snatch was splashing my pussy juice all over every time he rammed his meat into me. My cum was flowing down my legs like a river, but I had succeeded in completing the 'hard' part of my workout. Kwan came over to softly tap on Kenengi's ass and I was released from the two biggest dicks on the planet. They both pulled out of me like they were pulling corks out of a champagne bottle. After hearing the pops, they moved to release my ankles and wrists from their bondage and, like most other operatives, I fell to the floor. There was no shame in being completely used up sexually, in fact, if a half hour session wasn't enough to drain you, Kwan would probably make you get laid for another thirty minutes. And the professional studs Division 44EE employed were always up to the task. "Over here! NOW!" Kwan screamed. I crawled over to the brutal bitch and stuck my head between her legs. Before orally servicing her, I had to endure a severe ass whipping just like everyone else. An operative had to be able to tolerate any type of torture an enemy might dish out. My face was in her crotch, but Kwan grabbed my hair and pulled it back. When the pain gets too intense, she doesn't want her pupil 'biting on the bullet,' so to speak. My head all the way back, I was looking up at my trainer. But she had no interest in returning my gaze. Her eyes were fixated on my ass. CRA-A-A-ACK! The riding crop was brought down onto my right ass cheek like it was a hammer driving a nail into my flesh. The energy from the blow rippled throughout my body. CRA-A-A-ACK! She must have waited at least ten seconds before sending that second bolt of fire into my left cheek. The seconds ticked by again and CRA-A-A-ACK! The execution of her punishment was slow and drawn out. Traveling from one butt cheek to the other, each one received 100% of Kwan's effort. CRA-A-A-ACK! Kwan was diabolical. If she had whipped me hard and quick, my ass probably would have been numbed to the pain in short order. But instead… CRA-A-A-ACK! …she gave each blow to my buttocks plenty of time to register its pain. To let each strike have time to convey its exquisite sensation. CRA-A-A-ACK! Yes, I said 'exquisite.' "Was this punishment?" I thought to myself. It certainly was intended to be, but even after all this time, I'm still surprised at how much I actually enjoy it. CRA-A-A-ACK! The pain searing my hot buttocks. The leather tanning my ass a blood red. Every flog of the crop pricking my flesh like a thousand wasp stings. CRA-A-A-ACK! God! I loved it! It made me feel so alive. No amount of sex from anyone ever gets my heart pounding as hard and as fast as a good ass whipping. CRA-A-A-ACK! It was so erotic. So kinky. So depraved. I couldn't sink any lower into the world of degradation and humiliation, but if I could, please tell me how. CRA-A-A-ACK! The final blow came and she released me. I collapsed to the floor again, my exposed body lying on the sweat and cum, and even blood, of many other women who had gone before me. I almost wanted to thank Kwan for my abuse, but I think she would be quite disappointed and feel as if she'd failed if she knew I enjoyed my punishment sessions with her. She pulled me by the hair again, cramming her cunt full of my face. I inhaled the fragrance of her saturated pussy. It was salty and heavy, like being at the beach on a humid day. Globs of cum and saliva dotted her thighs and hairless snatch while even more was slowly oozing out of her opening. I went to work, my tongue sliding all over and around her messy body. I cleaned her with my mouth and happily swallowed that which most people dispose of in the bathroom. I was Kwan's human toilet, and my soul was filled with contentment at my indignity. I drank down everything I could get into my mouth. My tongue sought out any bodily fluids that were hiding deep inside her snatch and greedily lapped them up. Her cum was my banquet to savor and enjoy, and I was going to have all of it. I caressed the inner walls of her pussy with my tongue, circling round and round, then I started to kiss her labia. I sucked on those large flaps of flesh with more enthusiasm than when I suck on a cock. Back and forth I went from one side of her cunt to the other, the way she did with my ass, licking and sucking with glee. Kwan would intermittently encourage me with a "Yes, bitch," or a "That's the way, you little piece of shit." I was honored by her compliments because I rarely ever heard her utter such flattering praise to her other pupils, but then again that may have been because half the time I was sexually delirious. Eventually I sought out her clit, which wasn't very difficult because her cherry was almost the size of an actual cherry. I began to slide my tongue up and down her freakishly large love button. Kwan was a fairly small woman, but her sexual savagery, clit and quantity of cum produced during an orgasm were Amazonian. When she grabbed my head with both hands and held me firmly in place, I knew it was time to pick up the tempo. "Faster, bitch! Faster!" I quickened the pace at which my tongue was lashing her swollen nub. "Chew it!" I brought my teeth down on her jumbo clit and started gnawing on it like a beaver. It was no secret that she got off on pain as well. A moment later a wave of cum came gushing out of her cunt, flooding my chin and tits. Kwan released me and sat there, happy and sated, although she never looked it, and I knew what I had to do. Every drop of her cream got scooped up and found its way into my belly. I even had to lick up what was on the floor, and I was happy to do it. I started to kiss Kwan's feet, but a sharp strike on my ass with her riding crop told me she would have none of that. She stood up in front of me and said "Open your mouth." I obeyed and a warm stream of piss came out of her satisfied snatch and poured into my mouth. Overheated and sweaty, I was glad to have any liquid refreshment inside me, but nothing was tastier than Kwan's tangy lemonade. Every drop of her piss went down my throat and sloshed around inside tummy, mixing with the cum and sweat. When she had finished, she fastened her panty cilice then started towards the door. Just before leaving, Kwan turned to me and said "Not bad, cum bucket. Not bad at all." Her honey soaked words sent my spirit soaring up to Cloud 9. Kitty Walters Episode 01 Ch. 03 Kitty rested for a few moments then grabbed her leotard and left Room DPP&A without putting the leotard on. Except for her shoes and the combination of human produced liquids covering her body, she was completely naked. Walking down the corridors naked was frowned upon at The Division. Not because of any moral standards but because it usually meant slippery floors which could be quite dangerous. A lot of money was spent training these women and it would be just plain stupid to have one of them wind up in the hospital because of a drippy snatch. Leotard in hand, Kitty made it to The Recovery Room. Harsh training was necessary to prepare operatives for any circumstances they might encounter during an assignment, but again, because of the money spent perfecting their sexual skills, The Division made sure that its investments were well taken care of. As she opened the door, Kitty heard the familiar ryuteki music softly playing. Shinobue might have been considered to have a better recuperative influence, but the higher pitched shinobue can be somewhat discomforting after a DPP&A session. The room was divided into a number of separate smaller rooms, but despite each room being sealed off, moans and groans of physical pleasure could be heard emanating from every one, the sounds of delight accompanying the ryuteki music. Kitty was happy to see the door to Mika Fujikana's room open. That meant she was available. Mika, like all the masseuses who worked in The Recovery Room, was allowed to partake in the special products supplied by Division 44EE. The most obvious example of this came from their appearance. Even though Mika was sixty-two years old, you would have sworn she didn't look a day over thirty-five. This was thanks to the rejuvenating oil all the operatives enjoyed while recovering. Twenty-four different herbs from South America, Africa and Asia, and most importantly, the extract from the Lissuin orchid, were combined into a natural medicine which not only revitalized the recipient, but also had the superficial benefit of helping the skin maintain its elasticity and suppleness. Like the g.e. bacterium which destroyed all types of STDs, the Lissuin Blend was available only to Division 44EE operatives. This state of 'eternal youth,' at least externally, is what made it necessary for operatives to periodically move to another city, before any of their neighbors caught on.'On rare occasions, the Lissuin Blend was used during an operative's mission. The blend was powerful enough to delay rigor mortis in a corpse, thus providing the coroner with a false the time of death. Mika was sitting near the whirlpool bath, meditating. When Kitty entered, she started up the bath then took the leotard and placed it in the laundry bin. It would be cleaned and returned to Kitty's locker later. Mika then removed Kitty's shoes, made a quick inspection of the cum stained items, and put them in the laundry bin also. Mika removed her robe, exposing her phenomenal sixty-two year old body, helped Kitty into the very large whirlpool bath, then got in with her. A small lift at the base of the bath was raised or lowered to adjust to the operative's height, allowing her to submerge as much of her body as necessary into the water. Powerful jet streams pummeled Kitty's entire body with soothing comfort while Mika went to work. She began by massaging Kitty's shoulders, neck and face with her soft, full lips. The gentle kneading and massaging of her skin by Mika was as emotionally soothing as it was physically soothing. Kitty's cheeks, chin, forehead, even the tip of her nose was attended to by her therapist. After a while, Mika broke protocol and began to use her tongue on Kitty's ear. She started by suckling on her lobe as if she was suckling on a clit. It was firm and hard, but soft and yielding. Mika progressed to sliding her wet tongue up the outer curve of Kitty's ear then back down to the lobe using the underside of her tongue. It wasn't long before she felt the tip of Mika's tongue probing into her ear as far as it could go, causing Kitty to release a long sigh of satisfaction. Kitty had been holding Mika close to help her perform her duties, but shortly after she felt a tongue on her ear, Kitty also broke protocol by sliding her hands down Mika's back and softly squeezing her butt cheeks. The finger making its way slowly into Mika's asshole was an even greater disregard for the rules, but the rules concerning masseuse/client behavior were rarely enforced. If it was enjoyable for the operatives, such conduct was usually overlooked. What Mika could not ignore was the second, then third finger entering her hole, nor did she want to ignore them. Like Kitty, and most of the women in The Division, Mika derived pleasure from giving pleasure. The tiny gasps of delight emanating from Kitty's throat and Kitty's desire to bring joy to her therapist by filling up her ass were giant neon signs telling Mika that she was performing her job exceedingly well. She avoided Kitty's lower holes, knowing full well that the extensive abuse of those areas was why she was here in the first place. Instead, her hands slid down her shoulders to Kitty's extensive tits. Mika's fingers played delightfully with the two massive mounds of flesh as three fingers pulled out of her ass and delighted in the tickling of her wrinkled sphincter, perhaps the only part of the sixty-two year old's body that actually was wrinkled. The laughter resulting from Kitty's ass play made it difficult for Mika to use her tongue, so Kitty took advantage of the opportunity. Positioning Mika's face in front of hers, Kitty once again tasted some Japanese. Each delicious set of lips savored the other until one of their tongues invaded the other's mouth. Who's tongue was it? Does it matter? Both women were in a sexual battle to outplease the other. Mika's hands found their way to Kitty's ass and she instinctively began to massage the bruised and battered buttocks. Her fingers reinserted back into the Asian asshole, Kitty pulled her pelvis away just enough to stuff her other hand inside Mika's muff. Four fingers slid effortlessly into the eager cunt while her thumb remained outside to push the button. It took very little effort on the part of Kitty to bring the easily orgasmic Japanese slut to The Super Colossal Happy Cum Show. Moans of satisfaction and gratitude emanated from Mika's mouth and reverberated down Kitty's throat. She pulled back and both swallowed the abundant quantity of saliva that had been building up inside their hungry jaws, the result of their overstimulating tongues. After her pussy had stopped quivering, Mika gave Kitty another loving kiss before leaving the whirlpool and helping her colleague out of the water. A new mat of extra fine Egyptian cotton stuffed with duck down was placed on the massage table for each operative. The duck down helped them to recover from being stuffed up with cock. Mika shut off the water jets then dried Kitty off with a terrycloth towel before assisting her onto the table. She enjoyed the rough sensation of the towel on her flesh but her masseuse made sure to avoid roughing up her ass even further. Kitty sank onto the mat which was so soft, she didn't know where she stopped and it began. The low hum of a fan sucking all the steam out of the room was barely audible over the soft music, loud grunts and weak whimpers of female physical fulfillment permeating through the walls. And soon Kitty's voice would be added to that blissful chorus. Mika took the warm Lissuin Blend and poured a generous line of the oil up the back of one leg to Kitty's neck then down the other side of her back and down her other leg. Mika quickly but thoroughly rubbed every part of Kitty's exposed flesh with the regenerative liquid. It's potent compounds immediately went to work on the skin, not just repairing any damage done in the past hour or so, but any damage created through the natural aging process. After she was completely coated with the precious substance, Mika gave special attention to Kitty's ass, invariably the part of the body most damaged by a training session. The blend instantly began to undo all the cruelty endured from the brutal hands of Kwan, which Kitty happily suffered through. Within minutes, the loving hands of Mika had literally rubbed out any remaining pain or discomfort that lingered in those, soon to be again, taut perfect peaches of Kitty. After her cheeks had been properly attended to, Mika started on Kitty's feet, and each separate foot received individualized attention. Mika molded Kitty's foot like a sculptress. Every movement of her fingers was comparable to that of a highly skilled artisan putting not just her time and effort into her craft but her heart and soul as well. She didn't simply create inanimate works from clay or paint. She restored life. Kitty felt the decades of wear and tear on her feet from walking, running and standing simply dissolve away. Not long after that, she felt Mika's mouth sucking on her toes. Each delicate digit was like candy to her taste buds. They were almost like five oversized clits, so naturally she savored every single one. Mika gently lowered my foot and went to work on my leg. Her fingers must have been enchanted. They moved over my leg as if imbued with magical healing powers. So much tension and stress were massaged out of my muscles by Mika that by the time she had finished doing both feet and legs, my lower half was feeling nothing but complete sensual relaxation. The therapeutic prowess of my masseuse and the Lissuin Blend were penetrating deep into my flesh, and who doesn't love a good, deep penetration? Mika moved on to kneading my buttocks. In strong circular motions she rubbed my cheeks clockwise then counterclockwise before providing my ass with one of her patented lip massages. She showered my peaches with little kisses for a few moments, making Kwan's wonderfully savage attack seem like a distant memory. Her hands cracked my ass open exposing the final results of Kenengi's work. Although I countered my conscious dilation with conscious contraction, more work was needed to tighten up my sphincter and restore it to like new condition. I felt more of the blend being poured into my open hole, rolling down into my bowels, before feeling the tip of Mika's tongue circling around the rim of my anus. Although she could have used her fingers to work the blend into the puckered skin of my asshole, she preferred the more personal touch that only a tongue could provide. So did I, as did all of the other operatives Mika massaged, I'm sure. Her hands slid to the sides my cheeks in order to give her face more room. She wedged her face into my crack as far as it would go, enabling her long tongue to slide down the walls of my rectum, coating the insides of my anal cavity with the Lissuin Blend. There wasn't a single operative who didn't fall in love with the staff of The Recovery Room, but it was really just the receiving of such a high level of erotic pleasure that they were actually in love with, not the masseuses themselves. Some psychological counseling would have been necessary for green operatives if it weren't for the fact that after a third and fourth masseuse made them feel exactly the same way, the operatives realized for themselves that it was purely physical. But what's wrong with that? Mika's slurping of my asshole was not just a good indication that she was working hard, but also that she enjoyed the frenching of my shitter as much as I did. We were both a little disappointed when she moved on to my back, but my entire body needed some recovery time and, well, business before pleasure. And my shoulders, arms and wrists were quite sore from being tied up for half an hour. But once that was done, I turned over and Mika finished massaging the front of my legs. Then she spread my legs apart and I felt her face on my cunt. My level of bliss immediately shot back up to maximum. She began to suck one of my pussy lips into her mouth. Mika's full, soft lips gently manipulated my own. My other labia got an equal amount of attention before she pulled away and poured some more of the blend onto my snatch. The warm, soothing liquid overflowed from my hole and spilled out onto my legs and crotch. I felt a tongue push into the crevice of my ass cheeks and lick its way up to my cunt. Mika kissed and licked and sucked her way all over the smooth, hairless flesh of my cunt before plunging her face onto my slit and probing my pussy with her tongue. I was sexually drained, which rarely happens, but I still enjoyed the sensations I was receiving. She painted the inner walls of my snatch with her saliva with one, two then three coats of her oral fluids. Her lips found my tummy and covered every square inch of my slender belly with soft, little kisses. Mika's tongue then slid through my cleavage like a skier traveling through the base of The Alps. Knowing it would take way too long to kiss or lick all of my tits, she rubbed and squeezed as much of my oiled up melons as possible before diving onto my areolas. She gave each big, flat, brown cookie a thorough tasting before viciously biting and chewing on my hard, enlarged nipples. The pain somehow felt refreshing after all the pleasure my masseuse had been dispensing. As Mika got on top of me and began sucking on my neck, I knew my therapy was coming to a climax. Her fingers, lips and tongue were wandering all over my face and shoulders, culminating with her skilled tongue once again bathing the inside of my ears with her saliva. She pulled back and I looked into the eyes of my healing angel. As it had happened so many times before, I had fallen in love with this gift from heaven, but, as it also had happened so many times before, I knew I wouldn't be feeling this way by the time I got back home to my soul mate, Frank. Still, that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy the moment for the pleasure it, temporarily, brought me. I mean whose life is so filled with joy that they can afford to throw away happiness when it's staring them right in the face? Mika closed her eyes before opening her mouth and giving me the sweetest kiss I'd ever had. Our tongues danced together, accompanied by our soft moans of happiness. They played blissfully inside our mouths like little children whose only concern was to have fun. I felt her hands slide down my arms and embrace my own, interlocking our fingers so I was powerless to escape from her clutches, not that I wanted to. My only regret was not being able to use my fingers to anally probe her. But my regret would be short lived. As she pulled away from me, some of our juices dripped out of her mouth onto my face. She lapped it up, swallowed and shifted her body around so that we were face-to-face with each other's cunt. I wasted no time nibbling the succulent piece of pie I had enjoyed so many times before. The juices from her cherry pie seemed to flow out endlessly, but I drank and savored and gulped every drop I could. Still, between the eating of her snatch and the drinking of her goo, there simply wasn't enough time to consume it all. I couldn't expend all my efforts on both aspects of cuntlapping, not without one or the other suffering, and not in the good way, so I concentrated on munching Mika's clit. After what she had done to me, it was only fair that I return the favor and make her cum all over my face in lieu of a tip. And she was so horny and saturated with cum, it only took a few moments of licking that flowering bud to cause a flood of bodily fluids to cum out all over my face. Guzzling it down like an alkie sailor, I was soon drunk on her pussy wine. So drunk, in fact, that I barely even noticed my own orgasm. But I had had more than enough of those to last me, well, the rest of the day. The sensual, healing touch of a professional like Mika came only after having to endure the superb sexual brutalizing of Madam Kwan and her enormously endowed studs. "Life is good," I thought to myself.