0 comments/ 21492 views/ 1 favorites S.P.U.N.K.T.R.E. Ch. 01 By: velvetpie The alley was quiet, a thin wisp of vapor rising from the sewers and a watchful tomcat bearing witness to Monikka's arrival. She paid the cab driver, walked over to the hidden pad and typed in the sequence that Control had given her earlier in the day. The electronic gate slid open and she stepped through, her footsteps echoing as she walked down the long hallway that led to the offices of S.P.U.N.K.T.R.E., the SPecial UNion for Kicks, Twinks, Romance and Exhibitionists. When she entered the main room, several pairs of eyes turned to watch her take the number three chair. "Good evening, Number Three. You are late in arriving for the meeting." "I realize that, sir, but I think you will be more than happy when I present my report." A murmur arose among the other operatives and quite a few looked at her with expressions of open contempt. "You should not address number one as such!" Number Two hissed, looking up at the monitor. "Number One is beyond reproach!" "I am well aware of that, Number Two. I am merely reinforcing Number's One's confidence in my abilities." She turned to the screen. "May I present my report, Number One?" "Yes, you may." Monikka stood and inserted a disk into the computer tower, waited for the presentation to start and began to speak. "My assigned mission was to subdue the Doctor by any means at my disposal so I used my best asset: my pussy." A quiet laugh broke out among the operatives and she waited patiently until silence again prevailed in the hall. "Go on, Number Three." "Thank you, sir." "I reported to station Jamaica with the express purpose of meeting with Operative S. Once I met with him and we worked out a plan, I headed out to Crab Key ... " Monikka arrived on Crab Key and pulled the boat onto the shore, ignoring the gunman that held her within his sights. Two other men stood behind him, looking on with stern expressions. Her lush body was scantily clad in a tiny bathing suit and she knew that the sway of her huge breasts held his attention captive. "What do you want here?" "I came to see the Doctor." She leaned over, her breasts nearly falling out of the suit's top. The guard lowered the gun, licking his lips. "You have to pay first." It was nothing to lower the bathing suit's top and kneel at the guard's boot-shod feet. He smiled and took his penis out, fisting it as it grew and thickened in his palm. His friends urged him on, clapping and crowding around as he stepped closer, ramming the fat head into the valley between her breasts. "Ooo, yeah." She whimpered, throwing her long blonde hair back and holding her tits together. "Fuck them, Mr. Guard. Fuck them hard!" As he pumped his cock into her fleshy canal, she smiled, gazing into the other men's eyes. It wasn't long before he was shooting wads of thick, sticky cum all over the bottom of her chin. Slowly rising to her feet, she kept her eyes locked to his as she took a fingerful of semen and licked it from that finger. "Now take me to the Doctor." The doctor was in the nuclear lab and he looked up with interest as the guard ushered her in. She noticed the beautiful color of his dark skin first, followed by his size. He stood nearly seven feet tall and looked even taller because his arms hung at his sides, topped by what she knew were steel hands to replace the ones he had lost in an accident. As he approached, she saw that his curiosity was really piqued when he noticed the thick fluid dripping from the underside of her chin and landing on her plump breasts. She held her chin higher, waiting for a comment that never came. "The Doctor, I presume." She gave him her most seductive smile, thrusting her chest out as far as possible. "You presume correctly. And you are?" "Monikka." "Ah. Would you like a drink, Monikka?" "Yes. I'll have whatever you're having." "A vodka martini." She followed him over to the bar. "Shaken, not stirred?" "I don't believe in that nonsense." He poured the alcohol. "I like mine dirty." "Me, too." She accepted the drink from him and sipped it, making sure to lick the rim so that he could see it. "So shall I assume that you are here for what the others came after and failed to get?" "Yes." "And just how do you intend to get the nuclear fabulaxer?" Monikka set her glass down, moving close to the evil man. "By any means necessary." "Even if it means fucking me?" "You can't fuck me, doctor. I won't let you." "Oh, yeah?" Suddenly, she was pressed against the wall, his knees pushing her legs open. "Nobody says no to The Doctor." "No?" "No!" He placed the head of his steel cock against her pussy lips, holding her down as she tried to struggle. "Feel that? My hands aren't the only things made of steel." He pressed the head up into her hole. "Feel my steel!" Monikka depressed the button on the corner of her dress and watched the good doctor's face contort with pain. It was working! The device that Number Sixty-Nine had made was working! She knew that he would try to fuck her and now she had him by the balls! His grip lessened and she flexed her wrists, watching the spines of electricity arc across his body, pooling in his crotch and streaking from hand to hand. He fell to the floor, jerking from the electricity. "The last thing I did before I escaped was to leave our calling card to make sure that everyone knew that he had crossed S.P.U.N.K.T.R.E. and that anyone that seeks to cross us in the future can expect the same. Retribution." The others in the room clapped, some enthusiastically, some with jealous reluctance. Number Three smiled and approached the monitor. "I also brought a gift for you." She slid The Doctor's metal penis out of the special velvet bag and held it up where Number One could see it. "He won't miss this. He can make another one." Number One clapped in response. "Congratulations, Number Three." Monikka took her seat, smirking at some of her colleagues. Her life was good for another day and it was all in the service of S.P.U.N.K.T.R.E. S.P.U.N.K.T.R.E. Ch. 02 "I would like to hear the report from Number Nine." Devon Falcone sat forward, his blond hair spilling over his handsome face. "Ready, Number One." He stood, tugging the lapels of his pink jacket down and strode down the long table, taking the podium as he prepared to address the other members of S.P.U.N.K.T.R.E., the SPecial UNion for Kicks, Twinks, Romance and Exhibitionists. "My assigned mission was to retrieve the specially-encoded cock ring that Grant stole from Number Eleven." "Of course, you failed miserably." Number Two murmured, chuckling loudly. "The size of Grant's cock is legendary." Devon's smile was blinding and hid the anger and frustration that he was feeling. He turned his back on the man and addressed the screen where Number One was hidden. "May I continue with my report, Number One?" "Yes, you may." "I reported to the Czech Republic after receiving intelligence information that Grant had taken up residence there ... " Devon stood on the train platform, his dark blue eyes scanning the crowds that were moving by. The information that he had received had told him that Grant loved to travel by train and would be wearing the cock ring. A shiver ran through his body as he recalled the dying words of Number Eleven. "His cock is so huge ... he rammed it down my throat and I couldn't take it ... be careful if you go after him ... you'll be dead like me ... " The words echoed in his mind as a bright flash of blond hair caught his eye. It was Grant, heading for the train and surrounded by his bodyguards. Devon dropped his cigarette and followed at a discreet distance, choosing a berth that was two doors away from the man. After a certain amount of time, the train pulled away from the station and they were hurtling toward the next town, four hours away. Devon bided his time; he knew Grant's timetable and planned it so that he ended up in the restaurant car at the same time. He chose a seat facing Grant and sat on the aisle, his eyes trained on the handsome man. First, he worked on catching the man's attention and he accomplished this by unbuttoning his shirt. Grant's dark eyes fell upon him, his mouth watering as he surveyed the flat planes of the young man's chest and the dark rose nipples that nestled under the fabric. He tried to keep from staring too openly but the young man was just too beautiful and his mouth, the way his tongue licked salt from the rim of his margarita made his cock harden, making the cock ring painfully dig into his flesh. Pleasure skated through him when he noticed that the twink was stroking his cock under the table, his blue eyes trained on him. Grant ordered one of his bodyguards to get up, sliding across and standing up, then striding over to Devon's booth. "May I?" Devon slid over, his heart pounding in his chest as the large man sat across from him, his eyes penetrating. "I noticed that you were jerking off. Is that because of me?" "Yeah." Devon breathed. "You're beautiful." "You think so?" "Oh, yeah. Absolutely." "Want to suck my cock?" "I'd love to." Devon saw something flicker in the man's eyes and he licked his lips, stroking his cock again. "I'd love it even more if you'd fuck me." "I never fuck." Grant said disdainfully. "Especially not a stranger." The man stood, looking down at Devon. "So, are you coming?" Devon followed Grant down the hallway, flanked by the bodyguards and entered the man's plush rooms, stripping immediately. Grant dismissed the guards and slowly removed his clothing, leaving the display of his cock for last. And what a display it was. The man was hung like a horse, thick and veiny, its thick head plumping under Devon's awed gaze. The encoded cock ring was buried at the base, just over two large balls. Now he knew how Number Eleven had died. And how he might die as well. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Grant smiled as the young man approached. "Want to taste it?" Devon lifted the huge tool and licked the soft head, curling his tongue around the hard meat. He glanced up at Grant's face from time to time to see if his ministrations were having any effect and was disappointed to find Grant smiling down at him, unmoved. Stretching his jaw, he worked his lips around the head and managed to take it into his mouth, instantly drawing a gasp of delight from the man. "No one's ever been able to take the whole head before." Grant gasped, throwing his head back as pleasure rolled down his spine. The cock ring dug into his flesh and he quivered, glancing down at it. He watched as Devon worked more of his monster cock into his throat, pushing it deeper and deeper until his lips nearly touched the ring. "Oh, God! Oh, fucking God! You took it all!" Devon was struggling to breathe. The cock had stretched his mouth, throat and nasal passages so far that everything had flattened, including his nostrils. He grabbed onto Grant's hips and started moving back and forth, letting the man fuck his throat. Grant was nearly crying, so great was the pleasure that he was receiving. He'd never been able to get off, hence the reason for the ring and now this little twink ... "Fuck! I'm going to cum!" Grant ripped the ring off and flooded Devon's mouth with cum, forcing the young man to swallow fast. He didn't feel the ring leave his fingers nor did he complain. Three minutes later, his cock was still pulsing in Devon's mouth and he was in heaven. "The last thing I did before I left was to give Grant my phone number and he has agreed to join our group here." A small door opened and Grant strode in, humbly bowing before Number One's screen. "Welcome to S.P.U.N.K.T.R.E., Mr. Grant." "Thank you, sir." Grant turned to Devon and took his mouth in a gentle kiss. "See you later." The others in the room clapped, some standing and welcoming Grant with a handshake. "Congratulations, Number Nine." Devon took his seat, settling himself comfortably in his chair and smiling as he felt the butt plug dig deeper into his ass. Grant would certainly receive a welcome tonight that he would not soon forget and it was all in the service of S.P.U.N.K.T.R.E. S.P.U.N.K.T.R.E. Ch. 03 "Number Five." Daisy Washburn arose, her curly red tresses trailing behind her as she slowly walked up to the front of the room. She knew every eye was on her but was surprisingly disinterested, especially with the male ones. She'd already had Number Three and was well on her way to conquering Number Eight but she was so bored with the chase. She had been hoping for a little excitement because that's why she had joined S.P.U.N.K.T.R.E., the SPecial UNion for Kicks, Twinks, Romance and Exhibitionists. As she strode forward, she couldn't help smirking. After all, the shirt she was wearing was see-through and her rouged nipples were already sticking out like twin thumbs. She gave a small curtsy in front of the screen and received a bit of applause from an appreciative Number One. "Your breasts are as beautiful as usual, Number Five. Thank you for gracing us with a showing." "Well, I couldn't resist reminding everyone what the E in S.P.U.N.K.T.R.E. is for." She smiled and turned toward the rest of the group. Number Two did his level best to rip his focus from her chest while Number Three grinned with a special leer. "Shall I begin?" "Please do." "My assigned mission was to extract the Goldfinger from Pussy Magnificent." "The Goldfinger?" Number Two asked, leaning forward in interest. "There's no such thing." "Number One would not have assigned me such a task had it not existed." She gave her breasts a little shake toward the screen. "Right, Number One?" "Correct, Number Five. Continue." "Thank you, sir." "I made my way to station Kentucky with the express hope of meeting with James Stock of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Since he and his colleagues had the farm under surveillance, his information was most necessary ... " "So, that's what's going on. Do you have any other questions?" "No, James. You've been most helpful." "Then may I ask you a favor?" "Depends on what it is." "I have a nipple fetish and ... " His eyes dropped down to her chest, particularly to the nipples that rested just beneath the soft cotton fabric. "I'd love to give yours a suck." "Really?" "Oh, yeah." James pushed his chair away from the table, turning it towards her. "Please. I would consider it a personal favor." "All right," She pulled the sides of her shirt down, pausing just before revealing her teats. "But only if you cum on me as well." "Deal." Daisy pulled her shirt down and James quickly moved forward, licking the pebbled flesh a few times before sucking it into his mouth. She leaned back and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations that were flowing through her body. She always loved having her nipples sucked and James had helped her on a few other missions so she felt comfortable with him. Besides, he knew how to suck a nipple and she was very close to having her first orgasm. Her pussy rippled and she clenched her legs together, enjoying the sensations as his tongue and teeth played beautiful music on her chest. After ten minutes of teasing, he stood and pulled his cock out, almost violently pulling on it as he rocketed toward his release. The first spurt caught her on the bottom of the chin, the next two on her breasts and she rubbed his spunk into her skin, trembling as she came yet again. James left happily and Daisy continued onto the farm, using the ruse as being a horse trainer to gain access. Her years of raising horses did her justice as no one had any doubts about her abilities and her expertise was noticed by the one they all called 'Madame', known to Daisy as Pussy Magnificent. Each day, she strode into the stables, clucking to her horses and eyeing the staff, looking for a new thrill in her bed. Daisy had been there for six days when Pussy cast her discerning eye on the busty woman. "I understand your name is Daisy." She took her time standing up, giving the woman the opportunity to see her body in all its glory. "Yes, Madame." "Come to the house after dinner." Pussy Magnificent was waiting for Daisy when she arrived at the main house. The servants were absent and the woman was lounging in a thin robe, the precious Goldfinger in her hand. She asked Daisy to disrobe and lie down on the couch with her legs open. "Do you know why I asked you here?" "You want good sex, I suppose." Pussy smiled, lifting the gold tool into view. "Do you know what this is?" "A vibrator?" "Yes, but not just any vibrator. This vibrator has the ability to compel the user to tell the truth." She sat on the edge of the couch, activating the tool and letting it buzz against the inside of Daisy's thigh. "Do you have anything you want to tell me before we get started?" "Anything I want to tell you? Like what?" "Let's start with who you really are." "You know who I really am." The questions and responses continued with Pussy using the vibrator on Daisy's body. From the thighs, she rubbed the buzzing tip across Daisy's sensitive mound, then into the folds of her rapidly moistening sex. Daisy writhed under the assault, fighting to keep her secrets hidden while trying to enjoy the sensations that were racing through her. There was something she was supposed to remember, wasn't there? Something Sixty-Nine had warned her about ...what was it? "Wow, Daisy! I've never seen anyone take it like you before! Look how much you've cum!" Cum! That was what Sixty-Nine had warned about ... "And I escaped from Pussy's clutches the next day, without revealing any of our secrets ... " "And the supposed Goldfinger?" Number Two sneered. Daisy left the podium, taking the seat across from him and opening her legs. There, lodged in her still leaking pussy, was the Goldfinger and she extracted it with a small gasp, holding it up for all to see. "Excellent, Number Five." Daisy grinned at the screen, rubbing her nipples gently. All in the service of S.P.U.N.K.T.R.E.