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Spy Games

By: the proffesor



I am running. I am lost. 

I run down a dark, wet road. Someone is chasing me. Not sure who. I duck into some bushes, diving over a wooden fence.

Who am I? I feel a bulge in my pocket. I pull at it. It's a gun. I notice also, there is a knife strapped to my ankle. I look around. I am in a neighborhood. It's all familiar to me. I think I have been to this house before.

I go to the back door. It's locked. Using my elbow, I break open the window above the door knob and I let myself in.

Not turning on any lights, I don't need them. I go down the hall in the dark. I must have been here before. 

I walk into the bedroom. You are lying there. Fast asleep.

I sit at the end of the bed. Turning on the flashlight, I shine it in your face.

You are sleeping, out like a light. I use the small penlight to trace your body. The long slender legs, leading up to the pussy I have known so well. The light illuminates your flat tummy, your ample breasts. The cute little chin becomes apparent, as does the beautiful blond hair.

Suddenly, after seeing you, it all comes flooding back. The codes, the terrorists, the double cross all comes flooding into my mind. Most of it does, not all. I need answers.

I take some cord and silently, stealthily, slip to pieces of cord around your wrists, bounding you to the bed. I pull it taught, causing your arms to be gently pulled to the headboard. Amazingly, you don't stir. I re take my seat.

"Wake up," I say in a strong, stern voice.

You start awake, obviously disoriented.

"Who is there? Jim, your here?" you ask.

"You seem surprised"

"No. You're just late is all."

"Shannan. Or should I call you Jade? Let's cut through the crap, OK? I need answers."

"What? Answers about what?"

"Don't pull the supportive-lover crap. I know you sold me out. I said, let's cut through the crap."

"I don't know what your talking about, I said! You're scaring me!"

I walk over to you, pulling the knife from my ankle. "I said we should cut through the crap. Or maybe I will cut through something else."

You look calm, calmer than you should be looking. "Jim, hun. Calm down."

"Oh, I am calm."

I sit next to you, as you stare at me, defiantly. You attempt to look sympathetic. You try and keep up the facade.

I run the blade of the knife along your ear, down your cheek, and under your chin. I pause at you throat.

I notice a trickle of sweat rolling down your cheek. "I could end this right here. Fucking bleed you."

"Psycho," you say. 

"Ah. I see the Jade has kicked in. So is Shan gone for a while?"

You spit at me.

I run the knife blade down your throat. Your breath fogs the blade.

I run it over your breasts, as they push out against your t shirt. I turn the pointy edge over, so that they catch the material. With a flip of my wrist, the shirt is splayed open, like a filleted fish.

"You know," I say, as I run the blade over your tits, over your nipples, to the underside of your breasts, "I have always wondered if these are real. Are they?"

"You don't have the balls to find out, you fuck."

I nick a bit. You grimace as a drop of blood appears. I let it collect on the knife tip before I bring it to my lips. "Yummy."

The knife continues its journey, down your belly. I pop it under the waistband of your panties and turn it over, so that the blade is up. Another flip of the knife and your pussy is exposed to the air.

"Hmm, there is a little more hair than usual. Should I give it a trim?" I ask as I run the knife lightly over the near bald cunt.

My mind races. "What am I doing?" I think. "I love this woman. Don't I?"

I continue. "So, why did u sell me out?"

"I didn't." 

Your voice is strong. You are not breaking.

I take the knife, flip it in the air over your body. Up it goes, only to be caught by me. I jam it into the wall, inches above your head.

I roll of the bed and undress. "Well, there is more than one way to make you talk."

I climb between your knees, as you kick at me. I have to be careful. I know that those legs have taken many a man down before.

I climb between you.

I lick my hand, rub it on my cock and force myself into you.

You grimace. 

"You're a little dry, hun. Sorry I wasn't in the mood for much foreplay."

I fuck into you, mauling your tits. "You were always a good fuck, hun. Sorry to find out it was just a job for you."

"No, it was real for me."

I feel myself in you, and it is dry. But the more I talk, the more I know your enjoying it. Suddenly, you are soaked and I am sliding in your, faster and harder.

Your hands bound, you hike your legs higher, as I squeeze the bleeding tit, allowing more blood to flow from you. I rub it into your body.

I push your legs back, farther and farther, until all I see before me is your stretched pussy being spread and pummeled by my cock.

I can see you're enjoying it. I have to admit, I want to cum so bad.

I take the knife and with a swipe, your hands are free.

You grab my ass and help me fuck. I throw the knife into the other wall.

You grab my hand and pull it to your throat.

"Squeeze," You command. 

I do. I squeeze slowly as I feel your body begin to tighten and relax, ready to come. You explode with a squeal as you thrash against me, the orgasm and the fear of death pouring out of you.

I release you and pick up my rhythm. You begin slapping at me with the ropes.

"Cum, fuck you. Cum on me."

I do, in an orgasm that feels like it's been building in me since puberty. Like this was the woman I was meant to fuck. And this is how I am supposed to fuck.

My semen coats you, mixing in the blood of your tit.

I fall backward, in a daze and I soon as I do, one thought enters my head, "rookie mistake." Soon, you are over me, naked, bleeding with a 9 millimeter pointed at my wet, slick cock.

Spy Games Ch. 02



Knowing that I am frightful of what she may do next, she takes the advantage. She digs the barrel of the gun into my balls a little further, so that I fully understand that you are not in the mood to be controlled.

You dismount me and get off of the bed with the gun pointed at me the entire time. "Get up" you command. I lay there not knowing what you are thinking, You have betrayed me once, whose to say You would stop there? "GET UP" you demand. 

I spring from the bed, gazing at you with a look of disgust filled and desire. You walk in front of me, covered in your blood and my cum. "You think it's nice to make me bleed do you?" you say.

"Lick it off!" You grab me by the hair and bring my mouth to your blood soaked stomach and entice me to lick the blood from your body. As I do, small orgasms explode from inside of you. Despite the obvious perile of my situation, I cannot help but feel aroused at it. Your body is perfect and within me wells the desire to do nothing but lick it. I push the thoughts of romanticized erotica out of my mind. I need out of this situation and I need answers.

You force me against the wall and again put the gun to me balls and tell me that if I cherish my manhood, I will turn around and do as you say.

I slowly turn around, keeping my eyes on you for as long as I can. "Its amazing how simple men can be when they see a piece of ass. How clueless and how stupid they are when they get a whiff of cunt. If you had only kept your sense you wouldn't be in this mess." You come up behind me and cuff one wrist. "Raise your arms up." I hesitate. "Now!" she commands.

I do as you say and you cuff my hands around a bar that is attached to the ceiling. "Now it's your turn my darling, you like the sight and taste of blood? Well so do I and now its my turn to make you bleed."

You take the pistol and strike it across my back. I scream in anguish, "You Bitch!" Again you strike me, this time hitting me in my ass. "So help me, you better fucking stop!"

"Awwww, or what? You gonna fuck me again?" you say with teeth clenched. You continue to pistol whip me until I can hardly stand. Blood pours from my back, giving you an insatiable desire to fuck me. You come up to me and place yourself against my back, allowing my blood to cover your tits. I feel the hot wet tongue of yours running up and down my newly opened wounds. "I love the taste of you, I always have."

You reach up and release me from my restraints. I fall to the floor, turning as I slump down, so that my back is against the wall. My back stings as it is pressed against the cold, painted brick.

You make your way to the bed, watching me over your shoulder, "It's amazing how you are so weak but still have the energy to watch," you think to yourself. You lie on the bed and expose your pussy to me. You begin to glide your fingers over your pussy lips and softly to the opening that hides your secrets. You get your finger wet and then bring it to your mouth, "Mmmm, want some?" I tilt my head back trying not to watch you, but you keep drawing me back. "I do want some, I think to myself." "I want to eat you so badly." You begin to finger fuck yourself self as you caress your injured tit. I can't help but imagine that you finger, as it slides knuckle deep into your womb, is my cock pummeling your soft, pink insides. 

You get faster, losing yourself in the moment. You begin to massage your clit with the palm of your hand. You can feel your orgasm welling up inside of you and can begin to hear my whines from the corner of the room. I so badly want inside of you but can't muster the strength. You go faster and scream louder, you are going to cum. You scream as your hand is soaked in your essence. 

You open your eyes and arch your back, lifting you off of the bed, expecting to see me withered on the floor. 

You turn to look and there I am, standing right next to you full of energy.



Spy Games Ch. 03



SIII: Jade's Resurrection

 This has all happened so fast. I am not certain if you are the enemy, if I am or it neither of us is. The brutality and passion with which we have acted further confuses the matter.

My body continues to move toward you as the window next to us explodes and a brilliant flash of light fills the room. The light is followed quickly by darkness as I lose consciousness. 

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A drip of water runs down my head, as I come to. I attempt to move my hands, but I cannot. I look up. I am strung up to the ceiling by a soft vinyl rope. The rope is tight and tightens more as I struggle against it. I sway back a bit, hitting the wall. I am bare-assed and the cold, stainless steel wall almost burns me.

"No no, you need to relax." a female voice booms. The accent is German, maybe Austrian. I hear a motor starting, a slight whirring noise. I feel something cold from the wall rising from behind me. I catch my breath as a small, lubed dildo rises from the wall and impaling me, pushing gently into my ass. "That should hold you."

I try and catch my breath, trying not to move as I look around.

The room I am in is cold, stainless surrounding it. I am naked impaled on this device. My ass feels warm as it surrounds the dildo, my cock pushing forward into the open air, the sensuality of it all does not escape me.

I look up and see you. Actually, I see a reflection of you. The entire ceiling is one big mirror and I see that you are down on what appears to be the kind of apparatus used by an OBGYN. Your feet are in the stirrups, your pussy exposed and open. Your arms are tied out to your side, your breasts rolling o the side, your nipples taught in the cold air.

For a second I feel a protective need to get you out of there, although I am not sure where its coming from. On your body is specks of dried blood and dried cum that is flaking off of you as you breath. You are knocked out.

"Shannan. Get up, hun. Get up now!" I call out to you.

"Shannan is out and not coming back. When she awakes, it will be Jade rising from her body like the Phoenix from the ashes and you will be in a world of hurt."

"Wake up, Jade, my darling."

A stream of water begins to drip from the ceiling. Soon, it's more of a pouring. In a few seconds you are doused with water, splashing with great volume and violence, so that you are nearly invisible to me through the deluge.

Soon, it stops, leaving you soaked and wet. I know you must be cold. I am dry and cold. Yet you are not shivering. Your body is slick, glistening in the light. The cum and blood from earlier are off of you, washed down the drain with the gallons of water. All that remains of our coupling is the teeth marks under your left tit.

A door slides open from the wall and four guys walk into the room, all wearing masks, no shirts and the scrub bottoms. "Are we in a hospital?" I think to myself.

They are large men, each over 6 feet tall and extremely well built. I find myself studying them, finding their weak spots. Deciding now how I will kill each one later. And part of me wonders, "Why do I know how to do that?"

The men walk over to you. One stands at your head, one at your feet and two on each side.

The one at your head begins slapping your face over and over again, until your cheek goes from stark white to red, with a little trickle of blood oozing from the corner of your mouth.

You begin to groan, emerging from your sleep.

"That's right, angel. Welcome back home."

You look generally confused, unaware of where you are. You begin to yell, but your open mouth is soon filled with a gag ball.

"I see you are not fully awake Jade. Well, we will wake you up the only way we know how. Boys, please wake up Jade."

"As soon as I find that sick fuck," I think to myself, "I will feed him his balls."

In unison, all the thugs around you drop their pants. They stand, all their cocks rock hard, each with a barbell through their ball sacks. These men are nothing more than branded cattle.

The one at your feet climbs in between your legs. The table you are on lowers, so that his dick is perfectly lined up with your snatch.

He drills into with no warning. The pain on your face is evident. Your ass look to me, plead with me to help you. You lay defiant, taking the thrusting that this most powerful man is giving you. You don't give him the satisfaction of giving in. Rather, your face remains stern, only a solitary tear indicating the misery you are in.

The first man finishes first, pulling his cock from within your blood red pussy, ejaculating over your body. His cum shoots out in wide, powerful arcs, landing onto your eye, your throat and between your tits.

A second man quickly takes his place, fucking into you wildly. The others around you begin to massage you, rubbing their comrades cum into you. This man refuses to withdraw, instead choosing to cum within you, a large glob of semen flying from his cock as he pulls free.

The third man waits anxiously, stroking his cock. He dives into you, given his chance. he pumps roughly, three or four times, then pulls out and dives into your ass hole.

Your muscles tighten, then they relax. He buries into you and begins to beat your legs with his fists. Your ass must be so tight, because his own ass tightens and he pulls away, leaving a bit of blood and cum leaking from your sphincter.

The fourth guy takes a more gently approach to you, choosing to slowly push in and out of you. This causes you to strain against your restraints even more.

Another door opens and three more men join the room. These men, i notice don't have barbells on their scrotums.

"This is what men do, Jade. This is why we created you. Why we birthed you."

I notice you are not struggling. You want them now. Your mood has done a 180 degree turn.

The three new men all untie you. One unties the ball gag. 

Your take one cock in your mouth and allow it to be slowly fucked. At the same time, you begin stroking the other two cocks while you are rhythmically fucked.

You look so hot now that my own hard on gets impossibly hard.

You are laying there, bloody, beaten with four cocks in or on you. The men take turns, switching, places, completely and totally tearing your little body apart. Or are they?

Finally your cunt is vacated. All four men stand by you and simultaneously unload. One into your mouth, which you do your best to swallow, but cannot. The others shoot up and down your body. Cum covers ever inch of your mountainous tits. Blood seeps from your pussy and ass.

They free you. You walk over to the man who had raped your ass. You bend down onto your knees and take his cock into your mouth. You slowly begin sucking him. Looking up at him, you sing your teeth in. Harder, hand harder, until blood pours from your mouth.

Your jerk away, spitting the man's cock onto the floor. With a movement as fast as lighting, you shove the man's nose into his brain, killing him.

You stand toward me, your body dotted with cum and blood, rage in your eyes.

"Jim, my I introduce Jade." 



Spy Games Ch. 04



You begin to walk toward me, pausing at a place in the wall that looks like any other.

You press a button and warm water cascades over you, cleaning you of the mess that adorns your body. I have to say I am scared to death. With half my head I am making piece with God. The other I am looking for any angle I can to get out of here. The whole time I can't take my eyes off of you, although I fight to keep my mind at the situation at hand.

You step from the shower, toward me. 

The cum is gone, as is the blood. You step toward me and you look different. You hair seems shorter. You have dark mascara under your eyes. What the hell is going on here?

You stand in front of me. Your body is so tight, your muscles are lean, mean. You nipples are pert. Your pussy now has a dark patch of hair over it where previously there was none.

"Cut him down," you say coldly.

I fall flat on my face, the dildo ripping my ass a bit as I fall forward.

"You," you say, in the direction of one of the bare bellied lackeys "Fuck him."

The man comes up to me. I kick at him, but in my weakened condition, he catches my assault and fractures my ankle.

Unable to resist any longer, he bends me onto my knees and plunges into my sphincter.

"Ugghh," I groan. It feels as if I am being torn apart. I begin to sob as he plunges in and out of my dry ass.

"Well, you fuck, how does it feel now?" you hiss at me.

I can't speak. All I feel is the pain of this man raping me, and the degradation that goes along with it. For the first time in this ordeal, my spirit is breaking. I am hoping for death.

You walk up to me, grab my hair and spit in my face.

I can't even respond to that. My mind is lost, focusing on easing the pressure I feel on my ass. I am hard still, probably from his assault on my prostate.

With my hair, you pull me to the ground, causing me to land on my balls. The air is sucked out of me.

You sit directly in front of me, your cunt in my face.

"You like this pussy? You think you own this pussy?"

You move it forward, as if you want me to lick it. But as I reach my tongue out, a long, yellow stream of urine escapes, coating me with the warm, sticky piss shooting from your pussy.

I choke and gag, as you slam my face in the floor, knocking me out.

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I wake up in a corner of the room. I am bleeding, broken and covered in urine.

I am vaguely aware of an explosion rocking the room and gun-fire erupting.

I see a figure in black repel from the ceiling, sliding down a fast rope. She lands between you and I. You are now wearing grey combat fatigues.

"Amber," you say.

"Jade, I see you are back and still a bitch."

"You're not taking him."

"Hun, look around you. I killed all your men. I am not killing you because of the past, and because he is here. But I won't make that mistake again."

Amber. It's all coming back now. I know who we are. I know where we are. And I know that we need to get the fuck out of here.

"Amber, we need to go. And she needs to go with us."

That gets her attention. "She's not going anywhere."

Amber grabs my waist and we ascend through the hole in the roof, onto a waiting helicopter.

"Jade. Next time, I will bury you."



Spy Games Ch. 05



Spy Games V:  Revelations

I wake in a daze, aware of the hum of what must be an aircraft. My body is sore, my muscles throbbing. The pain in my ass reminds me of the rape I experienced. What once was shame and degradation has been replaced with a rage. 

It's all come back to me. My job and my mission rushes through my mind. My relationship with Amber and more importantly, my connection with Shannan fills me with the fire that I must use to finish this.

Amber walks into the room to check on me.

She looks fabulous, her scrub pants hanging loose on her body, concealing, but not hiding, the muscular shape of her ass and thighs. She wears a grey half shirt, her small, braless tits and smooth belly visible through the thin material. 

She sits next to me and I am suddenly all better. She and I had been lovers for the past year. This job makes strange bedfellows. She was an FBI investigator for their SWAT unit. She was assisting in a hostage negotiation about three years ago when I was called in to observe and advise. We became instant friends, but the attraction grew much more slowly. Not until she spent 6 weeks in a coma did I realize that I needed her in my life.

She looks at me, her long auburn hair pulled back. Gazing into my eyes, she lets it loose, shaking her head, allowing it to fall onto her shoulders.

Never breaking eye contact, she pulls the t shirt over her head, her lemon sized breasts with unusually large nipples beckon to me to be tasted. I lean in, rolling the tiny bud in my mouth as she pushes her entire breast into my mouth. Gently she runs her hand through my hair.

She leans forward, as if she is using her tit to push me back. I am soon on my back completely, the blanket removed from my naked body. She sighs at me with a look of sadness as she runs her hands over the multitude of cuts, scratches and bruised adorning my body.

She moves her body toward my crotch, her long hair tickling my belly as she engulfs my flaccid penis in my mouth. She slowly sucks me until, despite my exhaustion, I am at full attention. She buries me deep in her throat as she wiggles out of her pants.


Turing her body toward me, she gently nestles her sweet pussy in front of my face. The sweet aroma calls to me as I slowly lick up and down the smooth silky slit. My hand rests on her soft mound, covered in a thin line of auburn hair as she expertly works my cock in and out of her mouth.

I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and reveling in the sweet intoxication of her. She is so wet and tastes so good.

I am in a state of bliss, free floating within her mouth as she rolls me about with her tongue.

Amber has always loved this, the intimacy that comes with tasting and devouring your lover's genitals. She rolls me in and out of her wet, warm mouth slowly and deliberately.

She begins to ride her ass up and down, fucking back on my tongue, looking for her own release. It comes in a wave, shooting her juice deep into my mouth as I feel the urge to release deep from with in me. I love that she ejaculates when she cums and I love to lap up every drop.

My orgasm is as intense as it has ever been, as I feel my body shooting nine powerful shots of hot cum deep into her mouth. She holds my cock steady, deep in the back of her mouth as every drop shoots down her gullet.

She releases me, letting my damp, limp cock fall lazily to the side.

She lies next to me, her naked body warm against my skin, her tiny tits gently pressed against me.

"How are you feeling?" she asks with general concern.

"Better now," I say as I kiss her forehead.

"Hun, why did you want to bring Jade with us? Why didn't you want me to kill her and put an end to this?"

I freeze for a second, not sure where to go from here. Amber was never briefed on all that went down with her.

"Because, Jade is not really Jade."

A quizzical look fills her face.

"She is one of us. She was a low level operative named Shannan Messina. I knew her before I joined the Company and we were together a bit. She was married at the time. I know, I know. Don't give me that look."

"I won't."

"Her family was executed by the Karwa group."

"Wait, Jim. She is a member of the group."

"Yes and no. She wanted revenge. So we sent her in. But we did it by re programming her first. She consented to the idea. She wanted revenge so much and we needed an in. So we set her up. We knew if she never believed she were anything but who she is, she would be a more valuable intel asset to us. What we didn't count on was a mole in our project. They reprogrammed her with a more stringent protocol. She is completely mind wiped. Shannan, for all intents and purposes is gone, Jade is replaced."

"So, I repeat my question. Why go after her then. Wouldn't it be better if we put her out of her misery?"

"Because I think we can get her back and undo all the fuck ups."

"You still lover her."

"I love you." I say, knowing that we are both right.

"That's not an answer."

"I know."

"So what do we do?"

"We get her back. Try and give her mind back. 

"And if we can't?"

"Then I will kill her myself." I say this with grave certainty.

"We will get her back."

She rolls onto her hands and knees.

"But first, we need to get you back. Get you back up to speed."

She crawls toward my feet, her tight little ass high in the air.

She rests her elbows on the bed and looks at me from between her thighs and tits. "Fuck me like you want to break me in half, lover."

My cock suddenly jumps to life. I know what she is doing. She wants to remind me that I am a man. Not the broken shell that she rescued. And this is how she will do it.

I climb up behind her and run the head of my cock up her slit and down again. She is still so wet.

I plunge into her, sinking to the hilt and losing my breath as her muscles tighten around me. Something comes over me as I withdraw, only to dive into her again. The muscles in her small tight ass begin to tighten and relax as I pound into her, the sound of the slapping of our sweaty bodies reverberates around the room. I begin to fuck harder, reaching down and grabbing both of her tits and use them as reins, like a cowboy riding a horse. "OH OH OH!" she cries as I feel her reaching down, grabbing my balls and pushing them into my body. She jerks down on them a bit, almost as if she is pulling the trigger that causes both of us to cum. I pull harder on her tits, as I bury myself deep into her pussy.

"Fuck me you stud. I am a little bitch and I need to fucking fuck me. Tear my pussy up. Tame me!"

I feel her cum again, her juice pouring from within her as I withdraw and push back in.

I feel the tightness in my thighs.

"I am gonna cum, you bitch. GET READY!"

"NOT YET!" she yells and pulls away from me.

She buries her head on my cock, moaning as she cleans off her own juice and receives another load of my essence.

She pulls off of me and we kiss, exchanging the tastes of each other.

We fall into two sweaty heaps as we hear a throat clearing at the door.

Peabody, the nerdy computer guy is standing in the door. She is unashamed of her naked-ness. As she dries sweat and cum from her face, she speaks to him. "What is it Stuart?"

"Ma'am, the target, JADE has just executed a dignitary from Asia."

I close my eyes. "How?" I ask.

"Sir, she ripped his throat out and let him bleed to death, before taking his cock as a trophy."



Spy Games Ch. 06



You kneel before the leader of the KARWA group, Fajula, a large black man with long dreads and an incredibly well toned body. He sits upon a throne like a lion on a hill, watching over his domain.

Your knees hurt. You have been kneeling on the stone steps for so long. You wear a green satin out fit, one that drapes around your neck, down your body just enough to cover your ample breasts, and then tights around the waist, just long enough that the curve of your ass is barely visible. Part of your mind wonders why the lord enjoys the pomp and circumstance. Why he requires all of his minions to pay homage to him. And why, most of all, you put up with it. You believe in the cause you tell yourself. You believe in the mission. But most of all, you believe in killing and just wish you could go back to it, instead of being here.

To your left and right are other warriors, though not as adept as your self. To your right is Phoenix, a lithe woman with fire for hair and skin much paler than yours. Her haircut is much like yours, short, jagged, mean looking. She has large tits that push against the red satin that she is cloaked in. She has a look of determination. She has a drive that matches only your own. She has been the most effective operative in this crusade, second only to your self.

On your right is a new recruit, Azure, dressed in a blue outfit very much like your own. She has longer, brown hair, tied in a pony tail behind her. He breasts are quite a bit smaller and her body is much leaner that yours, not nearly as muscular.

Fajula speaks, "Jade."

You hop from your knees, run to the side of his thrown and stand, legs shoulder with apart, hands folded and in the small of your back. You are vaguely aware of a breeze floating up your panty-less crotch.

"Jade," he says in a booming voice, "you are our best. You know this. Phoenix knows this." 

You notice the muscles in Phoenix jaw begin to tighten.

"But," he continues, "You failed me. The agent is still a live. His little bitch has defiled my chamber and many of our comrades are dead.  For this we must have restitution. But for this, you must also be punished."

"Sick fuck," you think to your self. You know what the punishment. "Yes master," you say with a defiant tone.

You move closer to the arm of the throne and lean over. You mouth engulfs the masters cock, now uncovered from his own toga. He thrusts up, until you allow it into you throat. You hold it there as Phoenix takes up her post.

With a cat o nine tails, she begins swatting your now naked ass. Little red marks begin to appear on your tanned ass. She swats again and again, the entire time, the masters huge cock is buried in your mouth. He works to hold you perfectly still, allowing the rhythm of his moans of anguish and the vibrations of your body from the swatting to slowly, bring him to orgasm.

Again she swats, harder and harder. You have disciplined Phoenix this was way before. It is considered an honor to discipline one of the Color Guard. 

She continues to swat, trickles of blood begin dripping down your legs. She swats, pushing your forward onto his cock, sending cries through the back of your mouth and down your shaft. Minutes later, you feel yourself begin to gag as your mouth fills with hot seed. You know the rules. No drips on the master. You hold your grip until his body subsides. You lick him clean as Phoenix retakes her place on the stone steps.

You stand up and wait, as attendants come up behind you, and gently clean your ass. The ointment stings a bit, but soon, your retake your place on the higher step.

"There is another purpose for us being here." Fajula says.

"We must welcome a new guardswoman. She has been a loyal sub servant of mine and has proven herself to be a valuable asset. Hopefully she will last longer than Opal did."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Opal. She is in hump in the corner of the chamber, her white garb blood stained, a trail of blood escapes from her body. Her left tit had been removed and was no doubt in the master's chamber as a trophy. "What a bitch." You think. "It couldn't have happened to a nicer girl."

"Azure, come to me." Fajula commands. Azure does as she is told, bounding up to the Master's chair, taking your place.

"Allow your sisters to initiate you. Allow them to make you become one of them.

With that, you and Phoenix bound up next to her. You pull her by the arm a few steps from the master. You see that his black, 11 inch cock is hard again.

Phoenix faces Azure and slowly presses her lips to hers. Her hands run and up and down her body, the force gently enough to barely disturb her clothing, but hard enough to cause the material to awaken her taught, brown nipples.

You stand behind her, ceremonial knife in hand. You raise it, and begin slowly painfully, cutting her hair off at the pony nail, until it falls free into the same style as the other girls.

You whisper into her hair. "Lovely."

With a flick of the knife, her cloth falls to the floor and her body is exposed. 

She turns to you, as Phoenix resumes kissing her back and shoulders. Your lips join. You enjoy the soft pressure from her mouth. The way her tongue tastes as it gently probes in and out of you.

You push your mouth from hers as two attendants bring out a warm bowl of oil

You kneel before her and part her thighs gently. You begin to lather the brown tuft of hair above her cunt.

Phoenix holds her still as Azure breathes slowly, watching as your take the knife and begin to slowly remove most of the hair from her pussy, leaving only a thin strip. Once today is over, she is permitted to re-grow her hair back, if she chooses. But for now, she must be shorn.

With a gentle flick of your wrist, she is bald. You take the time to clean the hair from around her lips at well. You then take some oil and coat the area, preventing skin damge from the shaving.

Phoenix continues her kissing as two other attendants bring out a large silk pillow. It is adorned with green, red and blue - the colors you three represent.

You lay down, your legs spread before her as she gently dives her mouth into your pussy.

You smile at Phoenix as she slowly begins kissing Azure's ass. 

Azures tongue snakes inside you, exploring you. You look her over, eyes half closed as you enjoy the tongue bathing you are receiving. You are aware of Fajula stroking his cock.

Fajula speaks in a low voice, "Yes Azure, love your sister."

Phoenix has now spread her ass cheeks and you can feel when Azure's ass is licked because she dives forward even more inside you. You feel your clit being sucked in and know that your orgasm is close. You cum slowly and steadily, the entire time knowing that Azure will be soon as Phoenix works on her ass. You rub her temples and slowly encourage her to cum.

She looks up at you, like a child entering the world for the first time, pleading with you. You hold her hand and feel its grip tighten on you. Her face distorts as Phoenix's tongue dives in and out of her ass. "Ohhhh," she cries as he body erupts with a passion she had never known.

Not to be left out, Phoenix soon takes your place. She lays before Azure whose mouth now finds her pussy.

With her ass in the air, you take up a position behind her. You have a different purpose. Ass she slowly devours Phoenix fire red pussy, you take a branding iron and slowly, place it on the top of Azures crack. She screams into the caverns of Phoenix's body.

You pull the iron away quickly, cooling it with some aloe. You have given her the mark of the Karwa, a rose and a dagger. It is a mark that you and Phoenix share, a mark that may only be worn by three women at any given time.

"You are one of us, almost." Fajula says. "Now, I must have you."

She rolls over, and onto her back, the pillow comfortably supporting her whole body.

As Fajula enters her, you watch in amazement as her pussy stretches to take his length and girth.

He begins popping in and out of her body in controlled motions, while you and Phoenix have taken up positions next to her. You take turns kissing her, kissing each other. All the while, you each rub her nipples, taking turns licking them and occasionally rubbing her clit.

She cums three times, right on top of each other. One of which caused her to scream mid kiss, her bellows echoing down your own throat.

The master pulls from her slick pussy, his cock glistening in the light of the room. He slowly rubs it, using your crème as his lube. His cum begins to fly at you, the three of you mouths agape, hoping to catch a drop. You catch more than that, as soon your tongues and mouths are covered with the sticky white cream. The three of your turn to one another and exchange a kiss, taking turns licking the cum from each other's faces.

"You are one of us now," Fajula says. "And now we have some people to kill."



Spy Games Ch. 07



The equipment room always smells the same. It always smells like the oil used to lubricate the actions in the firearms. It's no different as Amber and I get our gear together. We are going on the same mission, with two different agendas.

I am going after Shannan, the assassin now called Jade. I have to bring her back, see if there is any good left in her. And to make amends for helping her condemn herself to that life.

Amber is going because it's her duty. She wants the Karwa organization taken down. Jade is not the objective. If we get her back fine, if not, she is just a casualty of war.

We are dressed in all black fatigues. Even in the loose pants, her ass is unbelievable. 

We load up with our weapons and make out way to the back of the tarmac. Karen Peters, the Agency director of operations is waiting for us.

Karen is a cute girl, hardly the kind of woman you would imagine in charge of a major covert agency.

Amber and I salute. Karen gives us the specifications on the Karwa compound. We load on to a large plane and are airborne within 10 minutes.

What Amber and I are unaware of is the large explosion that rocks our own secret hideaway not 10 minutes after we had departed. 

Through the smoke and chaos, the three of you walk in, shoulder to shoulder. You are in the middle, flanked on your left by Phoenix and on your right by Azure.

The three of you spread death and destruction, killing 10 men before you have even entered the hallway. 

One attacker gets the jump on you, but Azure is able to get a shot off, the man's head exploding, your face getting a shower of his blood. Azure walks to you and commences to lick the blood from your face, your tongue finding hers as you exchange the coppery liquid, unconcerned with the bullets flying around you.

You break from your kiss. You run your hands through Azure's newly cut hair, trimmed now with blue tips, "time for that later."

With that, you continue your assault. All lay waist except for four. Two men and two women now sit against a wall, bound by the hands. This was by design. You wanted them alive, untouched so that your precision and brutality would be on display.

"Let's see," you say, pacing in front of the captives. "We should have Karen Peters, Steven Youth and Ryan Lasardo. Correct?"

None of them respond. "Good, the silent treatment. This means we can have some fun."

"Peters, where are they?" 

"Who?" she responds.

"Ok, let me rephrase."

"Keep one of the boys alive a while," Phoenix asks, almost begging.

"Not a problem love." You and Phoenix take a pause to tenderly as you brush lips, licking the outside of each other's pink mouths tenderly.

You wonder to yourself if either of these guys feel aroused, seeing this sight, even though they know they will not live to see tomorrow.

A few of the other, lower members of the Karwa group move into the hallway.

You beckon to a few of the drones to bring the three prisoners into a small, medical examining room.

You walk up to a examine table, not unlike the one in the chamber at Karwa.

You lean against it and a rush of memories shoot through you, even for a second. You have been in this room before. You dismiss the feeling for simple déjà vu and get to the task at hand.

"Get her up there," you tell two of your men.

The three of your femme fatales gather around the table.

"Get her clothes off," you command in an eerily calm voice.

Azure pulls a butterfly knife free from her ankle. Flipping it around her hand and wrist, it comes to rest with the razor sharp blade shimmering in the light.

You pull a pair of surgical gloves onto your wrists, letting the rubber snap back in an audible pop, just for drama's sake.

Azure takes the knife and splits Karen's outfit down the center, revealing pale, lightly freckled skin. Her breasts are small, with cute little freckles on the top of the cleavage. Soon the bra too is splayed, revealing tiny, bright red nipples. Like a surgeon, the panties are too removed from the deputy director, her full mound of pubic hair covering a soft, full pussy.

You walk over to the counter and retrieve a full bottle of lubricant. You douse her in it, so that her skin is glistening in it. You and Phoenix run your hands over her body, pulling at her nipples and running your hands through her now matted pubic hair.

You lean over and kiss her, and to your surprise, she kisses you back. You suck her tongue into your mouth and, without warning, bite it, drawing a bit of blood.

"Pleasure and pain are similar feelings, Karen. There is a fine line. And I thought you and I could walk it together. Unless of course, you wanted to tell me what I need to know?"

Karen says nothing. Not that you expected her to.

With her lack of response, she cries out as Phoenix roughly grabs and twists her nipple.

You then run your gloved hand down her slick, oily body. It glides effortlessly down her stomach, to the nest of black hair. Gently you run your hand through it, using your thumb to occasionally massage her clit. You see her body relax, beginning to sway her hips with the motion of your thumb on her button. With no warning, you jerk up, pulling bits of hair with the motion.

"Like I said, not much difference between pleasure and pain."

You look at Karen, the sweat pooling off her body, rising above the oil and forming beads upon it.

"Anything you want to tell me?"

No answer. At this final indignation, part of you wickedly laughs. You have more than a few tricks up your sleeve.

You take your hand, joining your fingertips together, making it tight, like a cone.

The oil from her body has run down her legs, her pussy wet, dripping.

Slowly, your hands push through the delicate folds of her cunt, pushing up past your knuckles. You smile to yourself as you feel her pussy tighten around your hand. You hand pushes into her womb, up to your wrist.

You notice your cohorts holding her down, Karen resisting, not from pain, but from pleasure. You further push into her hot, wet pussy. Slowly, your fingers curl on each other, making a fist. You hear her grunt as she exhales, the stimulation forcing an immediate orgasm from within her.

"As I said, pleasure and pain are symbiotic." 

With that, you begin thrusting, slowly in and out of her. Tears run down her eyes, as she sobs from the conflicting feeling running through her body.

With one violent motion, you pull your fist from her, causing a small amount of blood to seep from her vagina. Karen passes out from the reaming of her pussy.

You slowly raise your fingers to your lips, delighting in the taste of her pussy and her fear. You look at the two men.

"Whose next?" 



Spy Games Ch. 08



Phoenix and Azure grab Ryan by the hair and drag him over to you. You pin him down with your foot on his chest.

"Ryan, how long has it been?"

"It's been a while, Shannan." His voice is strong, belying his obvious fear.

"I remember you Ryan. I know you always wanted me, but you just never had the balls. Did you?"

A bit of flush appears on Ryan's cheeks. Shame is evident in his face because she is dead on.

"Well," she continued, "Let's see if you have any balls, after all."

With that, he is thrown onto a solid metal table. 

You hold him down with one hand on his chest. To tease him, you unzip your suit to let your tits spill free, into his face. 

Azure has fastened his hands as Phoenix cuts away his pants.

You stroke Ryan's hair, teasing him as your orbs dangle in his face. "God, Ryan, I bet you could have fucked me good. What do you think? Could you have given me what I needed?"

Ryan's mouth goes to your nipple. He is so caught up in your tits that he doesn't notice Phoenix hooking the clamps to his testicles. 

"Where are they hon," you ask as you stroke his hair, "Just tell me and I am all yours. You can have your way with me. Anything you want. All you have to do is talk first, then you can fuck."

He moans something inaudible. That's not the right answer. You look at Phoenix and feel teeth around you nipple as volts of electricity are sent through Ryan's body, via his nuts. He screams through your nipple, biting sharply.

"Tell me what we need to know. And I will give you my pussy. I will give you my ass. It will be all for you."

Another shock, this time his teeth break your skin. 

You pull your mammary from his mouth, and then you punch him.

"No, no, no." you say.

You walk over to Steve. Azure has already removed his pants. With his hands bound behind his back, she has been lazily sucking him, fluffing him for you.

You reach behind your crotch, unzipping it, allowing for your pussy to meet the cool, air-conditioned air.

Looking Ryan in the eyes, you slowly straddle his meat, sliding all the way down on his hard, engorged pole.

You catch your breath, trying to remain in control of the passion that makes you want to cum so badly from torturing these three sexy souls. 

"Tell us and I will get off of Steve and let you tear me up. I am already so wet. It would be a shame to let this sweet cunt go to waste, wouldn't it?"

Still no answer and another shock it sent surging through Ryan's body.

Phoenix now, unzips her crotch, and with the help of Azure mounts Ryan, so that she is facing you. 

Azure kneels before Ryan's scrotum, alternating the shocks into his nuts. He squeals in pain and delight.

Azure pushes his nuts into his body, at the same time stimulating Phoenix' clit, all while you ride Steve, watching your teammates tag team the enemy.

Steve, through moans whispers to you. "I will tell you. They went after Karwa." You smile as you lean forward, fucking Steve hard, the zipper around your cunt lips rubbing him raw.

You grit your teeth as you feel the orgasm build in you. You cum, reveling in the blood you have spilled and in anticipation of the blood you will spill. You look into Phoenix's eyes, as she cums too. Your ears are filled with Ryan's screams as the voltage is turned up on his nuts.

You look back at Steve, as you continue to fuck him. "Cum Steve. Make your last moment on Earth a good one."

You lean forward, grabbing his ankles and working your ass up and down, until you feel his cock explode, deep within your twat.

You pull free from him, semen flying across his chest. You spin and turn, firing a round from your .9 mm into his head.

You wink at Azure and Phoenix. "Finish up, and lets get out of here."

You walk into the hallway, zipping up. You look at a picture on the wall, one of you and I. 

You take a deep breath, move your hair from your eyes and call for transportation, vaguely aware of the throbbing in your womb and the screams of a dying man in the next room.



Spy Games Ch. 09



Amber and I clear the first room with little or no problem. Not a shot fired and two bad guys are down on the deck. We come to the middle of a large room. No lights.

Amber and I quickly, quietly don our Night Vision Goggles. The room is soon cast in an eerie glow. We look around the room and see ten maybe twenty, people passed out and in the nude, as if part of some ancient Roman orgy. A flick of the goggles, and they go infrared. Coated all over the bodies are flecks of hotter material. No doubt about it, its semen. And no doubt about it, it's fresh.

We sneak through the chamber. The air is filled with a strange scent – opium. They aren't waking up for a while, yet. We move across the chamber to a door. A beam of light from under it tells us its time to take off the NVG's.

With Amber covering me from the side, I push the door open. 

I do a combat roll through the opening, rising on one knee, my weapon at the ready. 

A punch in the solar plexus leaves me curled up on the floor. "Good girl," I think to myself as I notice Amber diving out of sight.

"Well, if it isn't the soldier boy."

Phoenix is standing in front of me, with a grin on her face. Standing behind her are two of her naked thugs, complete with the barbells through their scrotums. I recognize one of them. Suddenly, my mind races back to my captivity. That's the one who fucked me. I make a mental note to make his death painful.

I rise to my feet, trying to catch my breath again. "So, where is the new girl?" Phoenix's smile stays eerily in place. She responds by kicking me again, using a round house to the chin, falling me back to the floor.

She struts over to me, and I have to admit, she is an incredible specimen of sex and violence.

She removes a small flask from her belt and pours some liquid into her mouth. She then reaches down and kisses me, filling my mouth with the same liquid. I find myself losing the power over my muscles, yet able to feel every thing by a factor of ten.

My body slumps against the wall, unable to move. She moves toward me, smiling.

She walks up to me, running her hand down the side of my face. "Jade used to talk to me about your cock while I was eating her. It used to get her so hot, her cut would get so juicy, all because of that meat in your pants. So, I knew that, given the chance, I would have to see for myself."

I tried to talk, but the muscles in my mouth wouldn't move. I feel like I am trapped in my own body. 

After undressing and disarming me, her two thugs stand in front of the entrance as Phoenix stands in front of me. She slowly unzips her leather garment, allowing her large, pale breasts to fall free. My eyes trace the orbs, unable to take my eyes off of them. They trace the full round bottoms and follow the pale skin to the bright pink nipples that are standing erect and ready.

My eyes continue to follow as she steps from her outfit, clad now in only her bright red boots. The small patch of fire between her legs calls to me. 

I am unable to utter a word, no form of communication can come my way, except for the tent in my pants. My cock is so hard and so sensitive. I feel waves of pleasure shooting through me as it rubs against the inside of my underwear.

Phoenix comes to me and slowly, lowers her lips to mine. Her scent is strong and sweet. I am suddenly aware of ever ounce of her taste as her tongue feels so alive in my mouth. My senses are operating on a superhuman level, to which I cannot fully describe, all because of the potion she slipped me in the kiss.

Slowly she kisses down my body, down my neck and chest, all the time, she is forcing the blood in my cock to pulse and jump. 

She is prostrated before me, as I am vaguely aware of the sweat pouring down my body as the tension is too much to handle.

She slowly lowers her face to my dick, and exhales. Her cool breath pushes my cock to explosion, forcing what seems like gallons of sperm out of me and onto my chest.

"Not to worry hun, there is so much more to come."

My mind races as she lowers her moth to my member, cleaning the mess up and regaining my erection in less than a minute. I am powerless. I am in danger. And all I am concerned about is this woman fucking me. And oh, how I wish she would.

My cock bursts back to life in her mouth, as she slowly withdraws. She climbs on top of me, and begins teasing my cock with the open mouth of her cunt.

I am aware of just how slick it is. I can feel the intense heat emanating it. I can feel the blood flowing from her encouraged lips and clit as it seems to grow in tune with the rhythm of my own. She slowly coats the head of my cock with her nectar, careful to not let me slide into her.

When she finally lowers herself on to me, I feel as if a thousand hands are running their fingers over my body. It is on fire, the heat emanating from this Phoenix as my cock rises from its ashes and into her body.

Her breasts push against mine, her nipples sharp enough to cut glass, as are mine.

"Nnnn," she grunts into my ear, as she rides my dick, pushing my hard penis up and down her slick canal. 

"Just wait," she says between moans, "until you feel me cum."

I am unaware of what she means until I focus out my own pleasure and tune in to hers. I almost feel what its like to be fucked by me. The motion of my pelvis on her clit sends shudders through both of our bodies. Her speed continues as she digs her hands into my shoulder for balance. Suddenly, my eyes well up with tears, as I feel her begin a glorious release.

I am able to move my hands a bit, and I use them to cup her ass, forcing her to fuck down on my harder and harder. Our face distorts, as we feel her orgasm tear through both of us. I see stars in my head as I experience the release.

Her eyes open as she continues to fuck. Her teeth grind together as she looks into my eyes. "Your turn."

Its not long, as her cunt slaps against me, my thighs coated in her juice. This orgasm is even stronger as my heightened senses hear the thunderous sound of artillery as my cock empties shot after shot of semen into her.

She slides off of me, and collapses on her back in front of me. I revel in the smell of her freshly fucked pussy. I gaze into her body, past the red pubes and the remnants of my white release.

"Phoenix!" I hear you yell. She turns to look at you, standing there. I can see in your face that your mind is free. You are not Jade anymore, at least not all the way.

You run up to her, grab her by the hair and pull her to her feet. "I told you, he is off limits!" you scream as you slam her into the wall, knocking her unconscious.

You scoop me up over your shoulder, as Amber comes bounding in. 

"Come on," you tell her, "we have to get him out of here."

"What about her?" Amber asks.

"Leave her, I will deal with her later." 



Spy Games Ch. 10



I walk out of the on-plane shower, my muscles still a bit tingly, but most of my feeling is back.

You and Amber are sitting across from each other, not looking in one another's direction. Both of you have changed into some AIR FORCE sweats.

"Ok Shannan, what the hell is going on?" I ask.

"Jim, sit down. I have a lot to explain."

Amber looks in your direction, not saying a word. Her look though, sends a strong enough message.

"Yea," I begin, "You can start with telling me why you stopped Amber from taking that place down."

"I had a clear shot at him, hun," Amber says. I notice your eye brow raises at the term of endearment.

"Jim, you can't just go blow the entire place up."

"Why not?" I demand, bringing my face close to yours.

You look down, in shame, "Because it's my home."

"What? Your home is here. You were a deep cover..."

"I know all that, you asshole!" you interrupt, "But things change."

Amber reaches over, takes your hand, "Why don't you tell us about it?"

"It's true, the leadership of the KARWA group, they are responsible for the deaths of hundreds. And it's true," your voice trailing off, "that I am responsible for many of those."

"So why not let us bring them down?"

"It's because, underneath it all, it is a good place. It's not some evil terrorist group, not at its heart. And it's not a Cult. It's more of a commune."

"You mean with grass skirts and shit?"

"Don't be a dick. Look, it grew out of a commune from the late 1800's, when the U.S. was experiencing some social changes. It hasn't changed much. It's completely, financially self sufficient. The Asian influence crept into the group in the 40's, about the same time as Fajula's father took over."

"And what did he do?"

"He started the mind control, the para-military aspect. But you have to understand, 90% of those girls and guys, are innocent. They are disenfranchised, choosing to live a life of sensual solitude, but they are not criminals. They need our help. They are little 'me's,' caught up in the same situation I am."

"Look, Shannan, I don't know if Jade is coming back, and I would rather not see her, so lets make this clear, ok? It is my job to protect this nation. Collateral damage is just that."

"Jade is gone. She left when I saw you with...with Phoenix."

At this, Amber gets up and stands by me.

"Shannan," she says, "What do you need us to do."

"Help me take down Fajulah and help me rescue those girls, especially Azure. I don't want her to look back at what she has become and see....me."

With that, you bolt from your seat and rush into your cabin across the room. I hear you sobbing.

"We have to help her." Amber says.

"I know."

Amber turns to me, kisses me deeply, her lips brushing mine as her tongue invades my mouth. With a tear in her eye, she whispers to me, "Go to her."

"Come with me."

I walk to the door of your room. Its dark, but I can see that you're sitting Indian style on the bed, your back to me. From the dark, I can see your back. Scars mark it, a sign of the life you have chosen. My heart sinks as I realize it's a life I pushed you into.

I walk into the room, sliding off my slippers. You feel the bed shift as I get on, but you don't acknowledge my presence. I close the distance between us, putting my arms around you, kissing your shoulders.

"We'll get them back. I promise. And I will make sure they always stay safe."

I kiss your shoulder again. You turn toward me, your mascara running as tears stream down your face. 

"They are just kids," you say through sobs. You cannot continue.

You turn round, into my body, as I hold you. You sob continuously. I don't even notice the lights in the room getting brighter as Amber turns them on.

I push your face to mine, and we share a tear soaked kiss. 

Slowly, our mouths open and I am greeted with the soft, delicate tongue that slowly invades my mouth. Waves of memory and emotion fill my mouth.

"Love her Jim," we hear Amber say, as she moves over to a chair.

I move my mouth from yours, choosing instead to kiss your throat, stopping long enough to delicately kiss your collar bone. 

My mouth finds its way, however erratically, to the large, grapefruit sized breasts that wait for me. I kiss around the bottom, pushing up on the soft flesh, forcing your nipples high into the air. Painful memories sweep through my mind as I notice the small pink scar around you nipple. I remember the night when I resembled more of a caged animal than a man, a night that will continue to haunt me forever. *

I slowly kiss the scar, before sucking the nipple into my mouth and rolling it with my tongue. My hands work down your body, diving immediately into the waist band of your sweats to the bald spot over your sex. I deftly move my middle finger over your slit, gently separating the lips so that a wave of juice covers my digit. 

I massage your clit, as you fall back, arms over head. I hope to god you are lost in this, and not thinking about what you have done or what I will do.

I push the pants from your thighs, exposing the beautiful little pussy to the light.

I kiss down your belly, taking in the scent of your skin.

I find myself between your legs, staring intently, decidedly, at the meal I am about to make of you.

You shudder as I gently, lightly kiss your slightly parted lips.

I help you wiggle to the end of the bed, so I that I may kneel on the floor.

I begin with my tongue, slowly separating your lips, getting that sweet taste of your insides.

Using my thumbs to hold you open, I slowly make love to your pussy with my mouth, using a broad tongue to open your nether mouth, using wide strokes to stimulate your clit.

Using a thumb, I slowly run circles around your clit, while I now tongue fuck you, feeling the muscles in your pussy trying to tighten around my slick tongue, but unable to hold it.

Your hand replaces mine on your button.

I use my hands to now push up on your thighs, giving me cleaner access to your pussy. I slowly push in and out you, before replacing my tongue with a finger, and then two.

I push in and hope, listening to you gasp as I hit your g spot. Soon, my tongue is deep into your ass, running my tongue in and around.

You body is beginning to shake as you start to moan and cry, louder and louder.

I love the taste of you, the sweat, the excitement. I revel in the feeling of having my fingers all the way inside of your warm, wet canal.

You ass puckers around my tongue, as I feel you lose your breath with each invasion.

I can hear your breathing grow more and more labored, as your clit pops against your finger. You cum, in a loud cry of pleasure filled with anguish and joy.

I pull away from you, cleaning your self from my lips.

"Shannan," we hear Amber say. You and I look to her. To our surprise, she is standing stark naked. "I never gave you the benefit of the doubt," she continues, "Can I make it up to you?"

* Shannan got this scar in SPY GAMES 1



Spy Games Ch. 11



"Shannan," we hear Amber say. You and I look to her. To our surprise, she is standing stark naked. "I never gave you the benefit of the doubt," she continues, "Can I make it up to you?"

She lay on her side next to you, stroking your face. My mouth waters as I watch two women, completely different, touching each other. Amber, with her dark brown hair, leans into kiss you. It's a soft kiss, gentle as your two lips lightly brush each other. You kiss this way again and again, until the fourth time when your delicate lips open, and your tongues move in to explore. Nothing in the world is more beautiful than the sight of two women making love.

I gently rub your thighs as the back of Ambers hand traces your face and neck, down your chest and over your tit, cupping and massaging your ample orb. She deftly lowers her mouth to it. Slowly she sucks your nipple into her mouth. You moan loudly as she leaves it wet, sticky and hard.

I find myself falling to the end of the bed, content to watch you two make love.

Amber rolls onto you, your breasts pressed together, as again, she kisses you deeply. I watch as your hands rub up and down Amber's back, stopping to cup her magnificent ass.

She lifts up on you, offering her smaller tit to your hungry mouth, which you gladly accept. 

I find myself content to lazily stroke my cock, wanting so badly to join in, but knowing I shouldn't. 

You suckle her as your life depends on it, all the while Amber repositions herself to one side, allowing her hand to trace down to the wet slit between your legs. He red finger nail slowly traces the soft petals of your pussy. I have done this so much before that I know how you have just caught your breath at that very moment.

As she opens you, I stare intently, the glistening lips catching the soft background light. You are so wet.

She moves her finger in and out of you, causing the pleasure to shoot through you. Her finger moves easily, sliding over and around you. As if satisfied with the condition of your privates, she slides down your velvety body, positioning herself before your pussy.

You prop yourself up on your elbows as you open your knees to her. No doubt, you are reveling in the auburn hair that is resting between your legs. 

You're eyes remain open as you exhale deeply as Ambers tongue slowly explores your clit. You look at me, sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking my cock with more vigor now. You mouth for me to come to you.

I do, hand never leaving my cock, and sit beside you.

Your breath catches as you talk to me. "She is so soft hun, so gentle. I know what you see in her" 

I sit behind her, holding her up, allowing her to relax. "God, Jim, she is so good. She is sucking my clit into her mouth now. Oooooooo."

Amber moves her head to the side, allowing me to see her gorgeous face as she worships your pussy.

I cup your tits and grip them as I watch Amber, in no hurry, pleasure you.

You reach down and grab her hair with one hand, as you dig your nails into my arm with the other as your first orgasm builds within you. 

"Ah, ah, ah," you cry out, as your break into a sweat. You are cumming again, right on top of the last. I can hear how wet you are, as Amber laps at you. You collapse into me.

Amber gives your body a break, breaking her mouth from yours and putting her head on your soft mound.

A minute goes by. Or is it ten? Whenever it is, Amber picks her head up and slowly kisses the top of your pussy. She lies back, swinging her feet toward our heads. I catch one of them, slowly rubbing the ball of her foot as she positions the opening of her now wet pussy to yours and slowly begins grinding into you. This awakens you. The emotion of the past weeks has been buried, thanks to Amber.

You rub your pelvis back at her, mixing juices with her. 

"On your knees," you say to her, in a soft voice. 

She smiles at us as she turns around, showing off her tight rump. 

You climb out of my lap and nudge me out of the way. You lay on your back and crawl underneath Amber. She slowly lowers herself to your tongue and begins rubbing her sopping wet cunt and up and down your mouth. You revel in her taste.

I crawl up next to you, and begin rubbing the outside of Amber's ass. 

My skin jumps as I feel your hand, freshly wet from Amber's womb, working up and down my shaft furiously. With equal attention, you lick her pussy and jack me off.

I fuck into your hand as I lower my tongue to Amber's asshole, running my tongue around the rim.

It's a massive pile of flesh, Amber's pleasure tearing her apart as you tongue fuck her, finger fuck yourself and jack me off. Moments that are all too fleeting pass as we all three explode, my seed shooting forth from my meat and coating your tits and Ambers ass. 

I reluctantly pull my tongue from Amber's ass and fall against the wall.

Amber climbs off of you and moves to join your mouth in another kiss, this one as gentle as the first.

"Shan," she says, "I am so sorry for everything."

"No apologies, lover."

"What now?" I ask.

Amber turns to me, cradling your head in her hand, "we get Shan her life back."



Spy Games Ch. 12



The three of us drop silently into the chamber, painfully aware of the danger that surrounds us. I place three explosive charges on the main doorway leading into Karwa's leadership council. 

Shan and Amber wait, weapons at the ready. A loud boom and a flash of light fills the room as the door blows off its hinges. We spread out as we enter the room. 

Inside, the inhabitants are groggy, obviously disoriented from the blast. I sense an attack and duck as a large wooden plank shatters against a wall. I roll on the ground and bound back to my feet and look dead in the eye of my attacker. My mind flashes back to him fucking me in the ass. I drop my weapon, staring him down.

"We don't have time for this," I hear Amber yell to me. 

"Go." I say. The much larger man kicks at me, a glancing blow that slides off my face. I drop low, spinning my legs out, catching him in the knee. I hear a pop as he crumples on the floor, probably crippled for life. I walk up to him, .9 mm pistol in hand and empty two rounds into his chest. 

"Bastard," I say as I walk out of the room. 

I follow down a long, dark hallway knowing that the girls had gone this way. I reach them, standing in an open area.

I stare in horror at what I see. 10 young girls, probably 16 years old are all huddled together in a cold room. Their clothes are tattered and they are generally unkempt.

"Did he?" I can't bring myself to ask the question. 

"No," Shannan says, "Not yet. He waits until they are 18. He begins grooming them mentally now, to be his slaves."

I notice Shannan's lip quiver. She knows all to well what goes on here. 

"You have to get them out of here," she tells Amber and I. 

Without notice, she bounds back up the dark hallway. She winds up a long concrete staircase heading to her chamber. She walks in, retrieves a few weapons and then begins to make her way back down. She pauses at a royal blue door.

"Azure," she thinks to herself. She taps in a code to the keypad and enters the room of the lovely brunette. 

"Azure. Sara, we need to go." Azure's eyes slowly open, she focuses on Shan and a smile quickly appears on her face.

"Have you come for me Jade, to be one with me?" Shannan's mind races. "She is so programmed, I will never break her. Best to play along," she thinks to herself. "I have Azure. You are to be my special sister." 

The smile broadens as she rolls to her side. Her body is barely concealed by the blue satin sheet that covers her. The sheet is translucent and the master requires that all his charges sleep naked, so that he may watch them. 

Shannan's mind focuses on the camera in the room. She has watched with the master before. Watched these girls fuck, sleep and masturbate. She knows exactly what the camera can see and she knows that, up until now, she has not been shown on screen. 

"Come to me, Jade." 

Shannan, formerly known as Jade slowly removes her gear, using her uniform top to cover the camera. Standing naked, she stairs at her "sister" in arms. Azure opens the sheet for her, inviting her to her bed. Her body has gotten tighter as she has trained. Her pubic hair has been shaved into the shape of a dagger. 

Yes, the hold of Karwa has Azure in its grasp. 

Shannan goes and lays next to her, looking lovingly into her eyes. Shannan is in love with this woman and needs to protect her. But the thought of the mission and the task at hand leaves her head as she becomes intoxicated with her scent. 

The two warriors kiss hungrily. Shannan wants desperately to explore this creature. Azure wants to be an equal. The two explore each other's breasts desperately, sucking, pulling and biting on nipples. 

This is the way of Karwa. Women fight and women love. And one is not a warrior until they have done both. And once a Karwa warrior has experienced the baptism, she is beholden to the one who purifies her. That is what Shannan is counting on. 

Soon, Shannan is nestled in front of Azure's pussy, licking and sucking her clit. She has to be loved and nurtured and Shannan does this with every slow, deliberate lick. Soon, she brings the woman in her as a gush of orgasm washes over Azure. 

Shannan looks up, and between heaving breasts, she watches as the orgasm is played out through her facial expressions.

It is a cycle, when you become a full Karwa warrior. First she is born. Shannan has done that. Next, Azure must walk hand in hand with Shannan. The two roll into a 69 positions, with Azure on top, her cunt lowered to Shannan's lips. The two lick each other, mutually loving the other's sex. 

Again they cum, this time Shannan's orgasm sends fluid into Azure. Now, Azure must walk alone. Shannan lays back, knees open as the hot brunette buries herself into her vagina. She licks hungrily, devouring the sweet peach between her legs. Shannan hasn't felt this raw exuberance in a very long time, so long that she is swept up in it and explodes again, in Azures waiting mouth. 

Now, must come the cleansing. Azure kneels in her ceremonial position on the hard floor. Shannan stands before her, smiling. Grasping the back of Azures hair, and spreading her legs before her, they wait. Soon, a long, golden stream of urine emerges from Shannan's snatch, coating her young apprentice in the warm, sticky fluid. Her breasts, face and neck are splashed as Shannan relieves herself. 

Shannan helps her young charge up and they rinse themselves in the shower. "Ok, Azure. Gather your equipment and follow me."

In 5 minutes they are out the door and bounding down the hall, Azure unaware of the mission but trusting her "sister." Soon, the main alarm sounds. "Damn," Shannan exclaims. "Forgot the shower cam." 



Spy Games Ch. 13



The two she warriors leave the chamber as the alarm rings loudly in their ears. Two guardsmen approach them rapidly and are taken down immediately by Shannan. 

"Wow," she thinks to herself, "It never amazes me how naturally this all comes to me.

The two continue down the maze of concrete, following the familiar sound of gun fire. I fire my weapon in the direction of four assailants, doing little or no damage as the rounds bounce off of the walls.

I sense you behind me. "Is this what you mean by coming in quietly?"

I don't expect and answer nor do I get one. 

"We got what we came for," Shannan says, "Lets go."

And the four of us are up. I lead the way, killing three attackers. Shannan runs behind me, with Azure following her in a confused state. Amber brings up the rear.

We reach the roof just as the EVAC chopper lowers. 

All four of us dive inside. Shannan hangs out the door and simply gives Phoenix the bird as she and her crew reach the roof a few seconds too late.

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I hold Amber in my arms tightly. "I will be there in

12 hours, lover. Just hold on that long."

I kiss her forehead.

"Just get the information we need. I will be waiting for you."

"She is such a pro," I think to myself.

She turns from me and walks out the door.

I notice Shannan watching from around the corner.

"Where is she going?" she asks.

"Into Karwa," I say. 

"Isn't that where you fucked up with me?" you scream. 

"Yes." Is the only answer I can give. "Yes, it is."

My obvious dislike for the situation keeps Shan from pressing.

"We need to talk to Azure."

"She won't say anything. Not to you. Not yet."

"Well, we will have to get her to talk then, won't we."

"She's been through hell."

"Yes she has. So have you, maybe so will Amber. 

Unless we put an end to this now, so will a lot of other women."

"OK. But you will have to earn her trust. The only way she has been trained to trust a man."

Shannan leads me to the dark bedroom where Azure has been put up for the night.

Before entering, she drops her robe, revealing her tanned naked body. She looks at me, expecting the same. I undress, shuddering as my limp dick is revealed to the cold air.

Shannan turns the light so that there is barely enough to see. Azure is in bed, her eyes wide open and staring eerily at the ceiling.

"Azure, hun. It's me." 

She turns her head to Shan and a wave of relaxation washes over her face, only to recede when I come into view. "Who is he?" she asks timidly.

"He is a friend," Shannan tells her.

"No man is a friend, except our master."

"This man is," she says.

Shannan pulls back Azure's bed sheets, revealing her nude figure. She pulls her protégé into a sitting position and puts her arm around Azure.

"Jade," she asks, "why did we leave the master and the sister?"

"All in good time, Azure."

"Yes, sister."

Azure looks up at me now, with a more curious look than before.

"Jim, pull that desk chair out and come and sit before us."

I take the armless, wooden chair and place it a few feet in front of the girls.

"Spread you legs, please Jim."

I do and sit awkwardly with my legs open, my cock hanging limply between my legs.

The two girls whisper and giggle a little. 

"Jim, please hold the head of your penis up."

I do, and am once again examined. 

She two girls look at my every muscle and begin softly nuzzling each other, gently touching and rubbing. The very sight of these two women together pushes blood into my penis, bringing me to a semi hard condition.

Shan and Azure come down from the bed and kneel before me. Shan gently takes my balls into her mouth as Azure slowly closes her mouth around the head of my cock. My eyes are half closed as these two women work on my cock; licking, touching and sucking every square inch of my member. 

My dick jumps deep into Azure's mouth as Shan presses just between my nuts and asshole.

Shan withdraws her hand, replacing it with Azure's as she continues swallowing my shaft.

Shan comes up behind me, kisses my cheek.

"That's enough Azure, come to us."

Azure stands up, and Shan, with me in between them, offers her hands to Azure.

"Azure, hun, have you ever fucked a man before?"

"Only the master."

"Ahh, I see. Then you are in for a treat."

Shan helps Azure to climb into my lap and I exhale deeply as she slides onto my shaft.

I begin to thrust up, when I feel Shan's hand press down on my shoulder. "No," she says gently, "let her fuck you."

Azure begins slowly riding up my shaft, her warm body completely taking my breath away as my cock invades her tight, wet cavern. 

Shan moves to Azure's back and goes to her knees. She grips Azure's ass and helps her fuck up and down, the wetness leaking from her vagina causes a popping sound as our bodies slap together.

Shan grips her ass tightly, throwing her up and downs my cock.

"Don't cum, Jim."

"I am going to."

With a yelp, Shan pulls Azure off my slick meat and forces her head into my cock.

She takes me deep into her throat as Shan buries her fingers into Azure's cunt.

Azure cums instantly, as Shan stimulates her G spot. 

Her tongue rolls down my cock as I erupt into her, the little warrior slut swallowing most of my seed before she gags.

Azure kneels before me, smiling as white cum dribbles from her mouth.

Shan licks her mouth clean, as their faces are connected for a brief second, by my semen.

"Azure," Shan asks, "Do you want his cum inside you."

"I do," she answers.

"We need to know answers hun, and we need to know now. And we need you to be loyal to this man, who will protect you."

Azure smiles at the prospect.

"Azure, you're not using that name any more, ok,

Sara?" 

15 minutes later I am in full gear. 

"OK Shan, I am going after Amber and the Karwa leadership. I will meet you at the Capital building. Don't engage Phoenix until we get there. And leave Azure here. She's been through enough and I don't want her hurt."

"Do you fall in love with everyone you fuck?" she asks, a sly smile spread across her face.

I kiss her on the cheek, ignoring the comment and we go our separate ways.



Spy Games Ch. 14



Amber lay prostrate before Fajulah, the Karwa group leader. Her mind is calm, that of a professional. She knows it's a tough sell. All she needs is a few hours to distract him. A few hours until her rescue and she can get out of there.

"So, my child, why have you come to me?"

"To join you," she says in the most timid voice she can muster. "And to fucking cut your balls off," she thinks to herself.

"To join us? Heh. Why should we believe one who worked with the man who stole my precious child."

"He was wrong. We were wrong. Your way is the way I want to live. No more war, blood and violence."

"Our way leads to peace. But only through destruction can true peace be built."

Amber slumps her shoulders, as if preparing for her death. "No way they are buying my ruse," she thinks.

"I am in need of a new champion. One who can aid in me in my quest for this peace. Can you be this champion?"

"Yes."

"Are you prepared for the destruction before the peace?"

Without hesitation, Amber responds, "I am."

A clap of Fajulah's hands ushers in six women dressed in silk black robes that barely conceal their lithe, luscious bodies. Each woman is fitted with a silk hood that tightly covers their heads, except for their eyes and mouths.

They encircle Amber, grabbing her arms and legs, suspending her into the air and carrying her over to a table. Amber is then stripped naked and laid on a bed of cold, hard concrete.

The bed is long enough to support her torso and lower back. Her legs are open to the air and her feet are supported on two concrete posts. The posts feature protrusions to which Amber is tied securely with a soft, silky rope.

"First we bind you, and then we will release you," Fajulah says as he stands and watches the proceedings. He stands, in command and in power, seemingly unaware that two of his charges are taking turn sucking his massive, dark dick.

Two of the six attending to Amber reveal two more lengths of the silky rope. They use them to bind her tits, beginning at the base of each mound, winding tighter and tighter forcing the flesh to push forward, extending into the nipples, distressing the soft, supple flesh. Amber grimaces at the pain and revels in the kinky pleasure it brings. Never into erotic pain games, she knew not what to expect.

Her nipples pushed out, both from the rope and her arousal. The girls begin their work. Two take a position on each side of Amber, each armed with a candle. They each begin dripping the wax onto Amber's erect nipples. She squeals in both pleasure and pain. The dripping burns her, covering her tits and chest, and the rope, in shades of red, violet and green. 

"You are to be "Sunburst" and your color will be yellow." Fajulah's voice surrounds her.

With a nod, another of his men stands between Amber's legs and roughly pulls the rope free of her tits, allowing the blood to flow to her orbs. Two pieces of yellow satin are gently put in their place.

A button is pushed, forcing the table she is on to invert, tilting her head back, and thrusting her feet higher in the air.

The girls gather around her again. The one with the ribbon takes a third ribbon, puts it around Ambers neck. Straddling her, using the ribbon like a pair of reigns she pulls Amber's face into her muff. Amber tries to resist, unable to breath as the taste and scent of the woman fills her and intoxicates her.

Amber's urge to fight back is replaced with a desire to eat this woman and begins to lick and suck this woman's pussy. Her sucking becomes harder and harder as she feels a warm breath on her own snatch. One of the others begins slowly licking and sucking her clit, while two of the others rubs, licks and sucks her feet, sending waves of pleasure through out her body. Each woman's lick and kiss urges Amber to crawl inside the object of her desire...the nameless, faceless pussy on top of her. She fills her nipples, being pulled, her cunt and ass being licked and the rest of her body straining to let go. She fills the ropes binding her cutting into her skin as she experiences the most explosive orgasm that she has ever experienced.

Her body begins to calm as she hears a booming voice, "My turn."

Fajulah stands before her. His massive cock, now sucked to hardness protrudes 12 inches from his body. The other girls giggle, as the quickly form a line at Amber's head.

They begin taking turns, covering her mouth with their pussies. One takes the advantage of spreading her ass cheeks over Amber's tongue, allowing for a good ass fucking with her wet, hot tongue.

As she licks the pink little asshole of a girl who cannot be more than 19, pain and pleasure shoot through her as she is split in half by the massive dark meat of Fajulah. He is not gentle, pummeling her womb as she feels herself ripping as he pussy tries in vain to accommodate his meat. Tears well in her eyes, moistening her face, mixing with the juice from the six pussies she continues to sample. 

She groans, sinking her teeth into a woman's thigh as a second orgasm now takes her over.

She nearly passes out from the emotion.

I gently tap Fajulah on the shoulder as he pulls his cock from her wet pussy. His dick pops out with a mix of girl cream, blood and his cum on it.

"Mind if I get a shot of that," I say as I bury my fist in his face. Teeth spatter free of his mouth as he falls against Ambers sopping wet pussy. 

His head falls against her chest as I pull him back up by the dreads and slam him headlong into a concrete wall. He slumps against the wall, unconscious.

I free Amber's restraints, kissing her mouth and tasting all the women she experienced. 

"All the fun without me, eh lover?"

"Believe me, you would have loved to be here," she says sarcastically.

I point at one of the girls in black. "Get me some clothes for her now. The rest of you, go to your rooms."

Dressed in one of the black outfits one of the women gladly gave up out of here, Amber appears ready to move.

"Where to?" she asks.

"Shan is after Phoenix. It's the last loose end. She has a nerve gas pellet she is going to detonate in the Capitol building. We help her get Phoenix and all this ends."

"It doesn't end. We have to help these girls."

"One thing at a time."

As we walk out of the room, Amber stops. "One last thing. I need a knife. I have a promise to fulfill."

I wait for Amber on the roof as I here Fajulah screaming in the type of pain a man experiences when he is relieved of his manhood.



Spy Games Ch. 15



"Phoenix, where is the gas? This ends now."

Phoenix turns to face Shan with an evil grin. "The pellet is inside me bitch. So you will have to get through me to get it."

Shannan realizes what she means. The gas pellet is in a small container inside her vagina. A small string connects it so that it can be retrieved. The Karwa women are trained to transport all manner of contra band that way.

Shannan attempts to keep her cool. "It's no where I haven't been before."

Phoneix grins wickedly, "That is so true, isn't it little bitch? But now you've gone all 'good guy' on me. I guess our fun days are done."

"We can still party."

Shannan leaps forward. Dressed in her black vinyl combat gear, she is agile and deadly. Phoenix in fire red leather pants and leather halter is equally so and the two fight for minutes without landing a deadly blow. 

"Jade, or is it Shannan. You fight better than you fuck. But I am about to tear you apart."

"She is right," Shannan thinks to herself. "I can't fight like her right now. She will kill me. I need an edge."

A kick to her head knocks Shannan to the ground.

Phoenix grabs her hair, puts her face close to Shannan and kisses her. "It's going to be a shame to kill you."

"Yea it will be," Shan tries to joke. "One last kiss?"

Phoenix closes in to kiss Shannan, an attempt to grant a last request. As their soft gentle lips inch closer, Shan reaches up grabbing Phoenix' chin and neck and twisting violently, snapping her neck instantly, killing the flame headed assassin.

Shan pops up, ready for the task at hand. "At least I get to see that burning bush again," she muses to herself.

Shan reaches lays Phoenix' corpse on her back, opening the belt of her leather pants. Pulling the pants off, she opens the dead assassin's thighs. Peeking out of the nest of red pubic hair is a white string. Shannan pulls on it and out of the cavity of the dead woman's vagina comes a tiny blue pellet, the size of a marble.

I come running in, yelling, "Shan, are you alright?"

"No! Get out of here."

Before I can hear her, the pellet detonates. Shannan covers herself, absorbing the full extent of the pellet. She collapses in a heap.

On board the aircraft, I spoke with the doctor. "She has hours left. There is nothing we can do. She is a hero. She saved hundreds."

I go in to her room.

"Hey you."

"Hey," she says weakly. "Guess I got mine in the end after all. 

"Yea," I say, voice cracking. 

"Hey," she says, chuckling, "You DO fall in love with everyone you fuck."

I smile at the joke. 

"Can you make love to me one more time?"

I am speechless. I simply scoop her up and carry her to my room.

Laying her down, I begin to kiss her, down her neck, to her breasts, sucking in her delicious nipple. As I lick and suck her, I am taken back to the times we loved and to the times we have tried to kill each other. 

My cock finds her sweet spot and slides into her gently. I move slowly and steadily, grabbing her ass and pulling up body closer to mine as our lips find Each other. 

She exhales steadily, obviously lost in the feeling. She lets soft whimpers escape her succulent lips. "Oh, oh, oh."

I lift her ass up as I plunge into her. We lock eyes, staring intently as her body lies out before me. "I am going to miss her," I think to myself.

Our orgasm is simultaneous. Our souls join in a wave of pleasure that seems to travel through my feet through my cock and into her.

We collapse next to each other. 

She lays her head on my chest. "I just want to sleep now, Jim. I am so ready for this. My life has been torn apart and its not your fault. Don't blame yourself, please. But do me a favor."

"Anything."

"Take care of the others."

She closes her eyes to sleep an eternal sleep.

As she is laid to rest next to her husband and child, I remember her request. "I will," is my answer.

EPILOGUE

I sit on the throne in the chamber. Azure is on my left, Amber to my right. I rule Karwa now, though it exists in a different light today. 

It is no longer a terrorists group, rather a home for free thinkers who seek a more secluded life from society. Men and women come freely and can stay as long as they live by our simple rules. Financially they are protected. Amber and I pay for that through our retirement form the Agency. And Shannan's life insurance helps to run this place. We live in seclusion from the outside world, residing in the mountains of the pacific NW.

Our ritual remains.

I look at Amber and smile. She has become a mother figure here, as has Azure, who squeezes my hand.

I lay my head back, thinking of Shannan as I feel the tongue of a hot blond with big tits slowly licking and sucking my limp cock to a perpetual state of hardness... 



Spy Games: Going Deep Under Cover



I am trying something a little different here. This is a mix between action/adventure and erotica. I also tried to mix in some of my favorite perversions. I hope you like it, please leave comments. 

Heather LeGrand's hand traced slowly up Dexter's thigh creeping increasing closer to the prize that she longed for. Inch-by-inch her hand rubbed in small circles massaging the muscles while her fingers probed for anything out of the ordinary. After all, that is what a good nurse would do, isn't it? 

Heather tried to focus on the job at hand, but found it increasingly difficult, since as her hand crept slowly up Dexter's thigh she noticed the bulge in his silken briefs start to grow. It grew quickly and fiercely in front of her eyes, until the point that she wasn't sure if it would stop. Clearly outlined in a fine silken shroud, in front of her now was an extremely succulent piece of meat. She not so subtly glanced at his prick, judging its length at about 8 inches. The silken briefs granted no secrets. She could see the mushroom head of his penis clearly outlined. It looked plump and swollen and hungry. "The expectation is already getting to him", she quickly thought to herself. The shaft of his impressive cock was also clearly outlined. She followed along his shaft slowly with her eyes. She could even see the veins of his shaft as it strained against the silken briefs begging for release. "Not yet" she thought to herself, "but maybe soon."

Dexter was an extraordinarily handsome man. At 6"2' 185 lbs he was a thin wiry muscled machine. Hair dark as the night and eyes to match, he seemed to look through you when he made eye contact. Now he laid on the examination table succumbing to her every wish and desire. The entire scene made Heather flush with excitement, but she could not lose focus. She had Dexter where she wanted him and now she must move on. She must complete her mission. 

12 hrs ago, somewhere on the US Eastern Seaboard at the Headquarters of the CIA

"Thank you all for joining us today" Director Scott commented as he slowly strolled around the conference room. 

"I will keep this brief as you will get most of the details of the mission in transit. 2 weeks ago we made contact with Dexter Varion. As some of you are aware Dexter is a primary agent for the X Clan, a subvert group that specializes in stealing technology from World Powers and selling them to the highest bidders. The X Clan recently stole a micro chip from the Pentagon that contains information on our Stealth F-18 fighters, which are set for deployment in 2006. Losing this chip will put in the US in a hole of several billion dollars and several years as we would be forced to make drastic changes to the program its technology."

"We must recover this chip. Via an intelligence intercept we have discovered that Dexter is set to sell this chip to an unknown client tomorrow."

"LaGrand, you have to intercept Varion and get his micro chip. We have provided you with a duplicate chip to help in your switch" stated Director Scott as he placed a micro chip on the table. 

"Varion, is a slippery character but he is well known for being extremely picky about going to the same doctor he has had since childhood. When our agent made contact with Varion last week he slipped a chemical agent into his drink. The chemical causes a intermittent sharp pain in the groin region. Our intelligence tells us that Varion is carrying the micro chip in his skin in his upper thigh. LaGrand, you will pose as a nurse in the doctor's office and get the chip. Here is your mission briefing, read it on the plane so you have the complete specs. Good luck" stated Director Scott as he turned and left the room. 

A 10 minutes ago, Doctor Bruce McJames' office, Boston, MA. 

"Please be seated on the table, Doctor McJames will be in shortly" Heather explained calmly to Dexter. 

"Can I ask why you are seeing the doctor today?" question Heather.

Dexter looked into Heather's eyes and without showing the least amount of self-consciousness proclaimed, "I have been having some sharp pains in my groin, you can imagine that I am a little concerned. I am not use to having pain there, only pleasure."

Heather, liked his comment as it seemed a little flirtatious. Dexter was definitely very full of himself , but it seemed like she had caught his attention like she had planned. Standing 5"6' and 130 lbs, Heather was long, lean and tone. She had straight, long brown hair that today was pulled up into a pony tail to keep her appearance professional. Her blue eyes were warm and deep, while her facial features were smooth and delicate. Today she had dressed the part of the nurse with a white uniform, but had loosened her top buttons on her blouse displaying ample cleavage from her 36 C breasts. The skirt of her uniform was shorter then most nurses, with her long legs on display and the bottom of her thigh high stockings showing at the hem of the skirt. 

"I am sure the doctor will want to give you a good examination to find the cause of the pain. Please disrobe to your underwear so I can give you a preliminary exam." 

"What you are not even going to buy me dinner first?" Dexter joked sarcastically. "I am not used to taking my clothes off for women I don't even know. By the way, what is your name? I don't think I have seen you her before."

"My name is Julie, I just came on board a few weeks ago. There is no need to be bashful about disrobing, I am a professional and have seen it all. But, some are definitely put together nicer than others." She replied coolly as she let her gaze seductively slide slowly down her Dexter's body. He had taken his shirt off and his muscled chest and chiseled abs were clearly on display. 

Dexter raised his eyebrow at her comment, surprised by the forwardness of it. "Well, it is about time McJames hired someone with some spunk. Most of the little girls he has floating around here go running out of the room when I flirt with them. I am surprised you have it in you to fire it back at me." 

"You have no idea what I have in me." Heather smiled "Now if you don't mind taking those pants off and lying back on the table, I can take a look at the area that is in pain. I need to provide a good summary before the doctor can come and have a look." 

As Dexter stripped off his pants, Heather bent over adjusting the examination table. As she did so she gave Dexter a long view down her blouse. She knew Dexter could see her round breasts pressing at the edge of her blouse. Her white lacey bra was on display. She imagined he could see the darkness of her nipples straining for release from the lace and she felt his eyes burning into her chest. As he admired her, she knocked her clipboard off of the table and onto the floor. She turned and bent over to pick it up. Dexter was then treated to a view of her ass as it was raised temptingly into the air. Her skirt had ridden up and she knew he could now see white lacy thigh high stockings that clung to her legs. She bent a little further and felt air brush against the bottom of her ass cheeks which would now be peeking out from the skirt. 

Real-Time

Heather's hands circled higher up Dexter's thigh. As she did she was probing for the micro chip which was suppose to be imbedded in his high thigh area, but she still had not been able to find it. She knew from his erection that he was enjoying her exploration, but there was only a limited amount of time she could continue her search under the guise of an examination. She knew she had to change tactics.

"Well, I see the pain has not prevented you the ability to develop an erection." Heather voiced lustily and she leered at Dexter. As she said this she ran her hands up to his silken briefs and traced the outline of his penis with her finger nails. "And judging from what I see here, the pain must be very, very big. I think I better have a closer look, before I go get the doctor."

She then wrapped her fingers around the top of his briefs and slowly started to pull them down. Dexter's cock popped free as she released it from confines. It was a glorious cock and Heather felt herself get wet even though she knew this was in the name of duty. Standing strong and proud, Dexter's cock begged to be licked and stroked. Heather tried to put these thoughts aside as she wanted to regain focus on finding and swapping the chip, but damn that prick looked good. 

Heather pulled Dexter's briefs totally off and threw them to the ground. She looked up to Dexter and gave him a lusty smile. He sat there calm as if he was taking a Sunday stroll watching her, but she knew from his hard-on he was anything but calm. 

"You are taking this flirting a little far aren't you?" has asked her. 

"I don't know what you are talking about, I just needed to get a better look at the patient. I am sorry, did you need me to stop?" 

"No, that is alright I think it is important I make sure I am healthy." Dexter commented with a wry smile on his face. 

"Well, my preliminary diagnosis is that you may have a kidney stone, but I am sure the doctor will want to do some tests. In the meantime, I want to do a few tests of my own." With this Heather stood up, turned and went to the door and locked it. She then strolled confidently back to the table and started to stroke Dexter with her hand. 

"Um, well it feels firm and I don't feel any bumps. Lie back, on the table I need to examine you scrotum." Dexter laid back and let out a low moan he felt Heather's tongue trace along the edges of his balls and continued to stroke him with her hand. 

"They past the taste test" Heather deadpanned. Between licking and stroking Heather uses her free hand to explore Dexter's inner thighs for the chip. She also searches with her eye for any hint of the chip. 

"Let's see if the big guy here can past the same test." She then ran her tongue up and down Dexter's shaft. He tasted salty and good. Her animal instinct started to kick in and her pussy was now dripping wet. She loved the way he felt on her tongue, even if he was one of the bad guys. She then took him completely in her mouth popping the head in and circling around it with her tongue. Dexter moaned louder as she then slowly engulfed him. Inch-by-inch she traveled down the cock that she had recently just seen grow in his briefs. He was soon fully in her mouth all 8 inches filling her mouth to the brim. She traveled back up his cock and plunged back down again, this time with force slamming his cock in her mouth. She was liking this, a little too much. She grabbed his balls with her hand and started massaging them, tickling the bottom of them with her fingers. As her mouth slid up his shaft her free followed it stroking him in a circular motion. When she got to the tip of his cock she let her tongue swirl around the head, before plunging her head and hand back down his shaft. She continued sliding up and down of his prick with her mouth and hand each time sucking and gripping him a little harder. Dexter felt like a rod of iron in her mouth, he was so hard. 

Up his shaft she ran her tongue on Dexter's cock. She tasted his pre-cum as it escaped from his cock. 

Down his shaft as she encircled him with her mouth.

Up, down, stroke, lick, up, down, stroke, lick…she continued both of their excitement building. 

She let her fingers and hand explore his balls alternating between rolling his balls in her hand and letting her fingers stroke from Dexter's anus up the underside of his balls. She dipped her head to his balls and licked where her fingers had just been. Her tongue now lapped his balls, licking and exploring. She then engulfed his balls in her mouth sucking on them passionately. Her one hand continued to stroke his cock while her other hand gripped his inner thigh. 

Then she felt something and suddenly she remembered her mission. It was a square bump lodged in Dexter's very inner thigh. She opened her eyes while still sucking on his balls to inspect it, she could see a small clear tab barely protruding from his skin leading to a small square bump that was slightly raised on his thigh. It was definitely the micro chip and it was going to be impossible for her to swap it from her current position. She needed to change her position and keep Dexter distracted as she made the swap.

Heather pulled her mouth from Dexter's balls and stood up. Dexter had been leaned back on the examination table with his eyes closed in ecstasy, but he opened them now looking at her questioningly. "What the hell, you can't stop now?" he demanded. 

"Oh no, I am not stopping. I just need to have that big, strong rod of your's in me." With that, Heather slowly started to remove her clothes. She unbuttoned the few buttons that remained her blouse; exposing the white lacey bra that Dexter had caught glimpses of previously. Her breasts strained against the bra accentuating their wonderful shape and size. 

"Wait, what if the doctor comes in? I didn't mind risking it for a quick blow-job, but this might be pushing our luck." Dexter countered half-heartedly while his eyes never left her chest. 

"The doctor is very busy and won't come in until I queue up your file for him. Besides, I am from an agency filling in for a few days…what are they going to do fire me? I believe in living for the moment and you are definitely a moment I want to experience." She unzipped her skirt dropping it to the floor and kicking it to the side of the room. She now stood in from of Dexter with a white lacy thong and white thigh-high stockings. She wrapped her fingers around the edges of her thong and slowly pulled it to the floor. Exposed for Dexter was her shaved pussy. She was a glorious sight, a rock-solid tone body in a white lacey bra with sheer white stockings and a shaved pussy standing wantonly in front of Dexter. He did not put up any further resistance. 

Heather climbed on the table, turned around so her back was facing Dexter and mounted him with her pussy was hanging tantalizingly over his dick. "Are you sure you aren't too nervous about someone walking in on us? " She asked seductively? 

He responded by grabbing her hips and driving his thick, long shaft into her tender pussy. His initial thrust was so hard and fast and it shocked her body as she tried to adjust to the huge load her pussy was trying to receive. "AHHHH!!!" she let escape her lips as the pain and pleasure swept through her system. Dexter held her still for a moment with his cock throbbing in her. He then started to guide slowly up and down his rod. Her warm, tender pussy wrapped lovingly around him, oozing her moisture onto his cock as he slid through her. He felt so good slipping through her, she was lost in the sensation. All she could do is focus on the pleasure of his pushing. 

As he slid her up and down again she wiggled and started to grind on him. "Oh God" she heard him exclaim and she knew she had him where she wanted him. She leaned slightly forward, changing the position and grinding harder into him, ramming his dick into her pussy hard and fast. Dexter ran his hands up her sides and running his fingers over her bra and tits. He massaged her tits roughly through the bra, tweaking her nipples and continued to plunge himself into her. 

"Time for this to come off" he demanded as his hands moved to the clasp located on the back of the bra. He unhooked it and started to push it off of her shoulders and back. As he did this Heather slid her hands up and cupped the front of her breasts feigning as if she was helping, but really taking out her imitation micro-chip that was embedded in the front of her bra and sliding it in between her fingers. She let her bra fall to the floor and felt Dexter's hands quickly exploring her nipples and massaging her breasts as he continued to push in her.

His fingers traced her tits running along the outside of them and underneath. He pushed them and rubbed them together. Then let his fingers again dance over her nipples. He touched her lightly on the nipples and her areolas, moving his fingers lightly in a circular motion. 

She felt him adjust under her and then felt him kissing her back and running his tongue between her shoulder blades. She felt his pulse quicken and knew that he was getting close to cumming. Although, she had let her mind wonder to work she too was close to cumming. Dexter was a marvelous lover, the way he was moving his hands, tongue and most importantly his prick had her at a fever pitch. 

She leaned forward again grabbing his thighs and scratching her finger nails up and down his legs. She need to distract him from the pinch he might feel when she removed the micro-chip, but she also was gripping him due to her excitement. 

"Um!" he proclaimed. 

"Oh, your dick feels so good!" she told him as she wiggled her ass. 

"Do me harder! Drive it into me further!" she was moaning. 

She felt him push deeply now into her and felt him swell getting ready to explode. She ran her hands up his thighs to the spot where the micro-chip rested. 

"Ohhhhh!!!!!!" he yelled as he started to cum. His cum exploded in her as he felt his warmth spread in her. She could hold back no longer and she also started to cum. She bucked furiously on him as her orgasm raced through her body. Wave after wave of pleasure poured through each of them. Skillfully, while this was happening Heather slipping the micro-chip from Dexter's thigh and implanted the bogus chip back in its place. She braced to see if he had felt anything, but he was still pushing slowly as his body was still recovering from his orgasm. 

Thrilled with the success of her actions and the wonderful sex she just had she let her body relax. She turned her head and looked behind her and found Dexter's mouth waiting for her. She met him in a long, entrancing kiss. Their tongues intertwined and danced in each others mouths. It would be the first and last time they ever kissed, but it would be a kiss that Heather remembered forever. 

"I better get back to work, they will be looking for me." Heather commented coolly as she climbed off of Dexter, hiding the micro-chip from his view between her fingers. She looked at him and saw he was still recovering from his orgasm. His member was still semi-hard and he was leaned back on the examination table on his elbows looking tired but very satisfied. She hurriedly put on her clothes slipping the micro-chip back into her bra. Dexter eventually recovered and put on a hospital gown which was available in the room. 

Once fully dressed she went to Dexter gave him a strong hug. "Let me go get the doctor now to investigate your pain, he should only be a little while longer once I have your file ready for him. After he is done I will be back in the room and I can give you my phone number so we can this again? " she asked questioningly. 

"Sure, you were the best I have been with in a while. I would love to have another go sometime." He said dryly. 

Heather then turned and left the room. Once outside the room she quietly placed a chair on the other side of the door. She was hoping the imitation chip would buy her enough time to clear the building. Dexter was smart however, he will figure something is wrong quickly enough and come for her in a fury. She quickly ran out the office, running for the stairs and the car that waited for her below. 

Dexter sat silently on the examination table thinking about the wondrous event that had just happened to him. Suddenly a loud piercing beeping sound interrupted his thoughts. The sound startled him and he quickly looked around for its cause. He deduced quickly that the sound was the alarm embedded within his watch. "That is impossible" he thought, the alarm was triggered when the micro-chip left his proximity. "Oh my god, the fucking girl…the chip!!" he ripped up the gown and looked for the chip. He felt the familiar lump and tab and realized it was still in his leg. He didn't relax however, it was too much coincidence with the girl and the alarm. He looked closer at his leg and realized there was a little drop of blood, indicating the skin pouch had been broken. He ripped out the micro-chip to look at it and realized it was a fake. 




Spy Games: Going Deep Under Cover



Dexter grabbed his semi-automatic pistol form his jacket, jumped from the table and sprung for the door. Turning its handle and pushing he realized he was locked in. He pulled back and then slammed his body with all of his force. The door burst open throwing the door and chair to the side. Dexter quickly ran for the office door. 

As Dexter ran passed the reception desk he noticed a woman laying on the floor face down. "Drugged" he thought to himself, that would explain what happened to the rest of the office. He raced through the office to the hallway. She had about a 30 second head start on him so she couldn't be too far and she would have taken the stairs. He quickly reasoned there would be a car waiting for her in the parking lot. As he ran down the hallway he saw a window straight ahead. He ran to the window and looked out into the parking lot. He saw a black SUV with two drivers waiting by the door. He then saw the "nurse" burst through the doors and the car door open. He smoothly raised his gun, aimed and started firing. 

Glass shattered as he fired the first two bullets went into the male driver of the SUV. One hit the driver in the shoulder the other hit him in the chest. The next three bullets hit the passenger in the head and chest, killing him instantly. The girl jumped into the car and lay on the back seat but Dexter saw that a sixth bullet of his buried into her side, before she ducked down between the seats. 

Heather felt pain race through her body and she realized she had been shot. She looked down to her side and saw her white uniform quickly turning red as her blood poured out of her. She ran her fingers over the wound. "A flesh wound" she thought to herself. She should live, but not if she didn't get moving. Dexter would be down the stairs shortly and she had to get out of here. She pulled herself up and looked over the driver's seat. 

"Jim, are you ok? Jim!?!" her driver Jim Calyn was not responding. She reached her hand over the seat and felt him breathing , but she knew he had been hit when Dexter started firing. She didn't have time to move Jim out of the driver's seat and take his place, she would have to move on foot. Heather turned and moved to get out of the car, when she looked up she saw Dexter standing in a hospital gown in front of the car with his gun pointing at her. 

"Get out of the car slowly with your hands raised!" Dexter demanded. 

Heather obliged raising her hands and putting them outside the car so Dexter could see she was not armed. She then eased her self out of the car, feeling the pain of the wound pulsing through her side. Once she was out of the car she stood in front of Dexter with her hands still raised. 

"Where is the chip?" barked Dexter.

"In your leg, I wasn't able to make the switch." Heather deadpanned. 

Heather heard a bang and felt a breeze brush by her face as Dexter fired a shot at her head. Her heart stopped as the surprise shrieked inside of her. She quickly took a mental survey of her body and she realized she was not hit. 

"THE NEXT SHOT WILL NOT BE A WARNING! GIVE ME THE FUCKING DISK NOW!" Dexter screamed. 

Heather reached into her bra to pull out the chip, as she did so she heard the SUV go into gear and saw it quickly lurch forward towards Dexter. As the car flew towards Dexter he quickly turned and fired three shots at its driver Jim who had muscled enough energy to try to take Dexter out. Jim was hit with two shots in the head and was dead instantly upon impact. The car however continued to speed towards Dexter and he was forced to jump and roll out of the way before the cow plowed into the side of the building. 

Heather used this opportunity to attack Dexter while he was off-guard. In one swift move she kicked the gun out of Dexter's hand and spun hitting Dexter's face with a backhand. Dexter fell to the ground but quickly rolled trying to gain his balance. Heather was quickly on him, nailing him with a knee to the face and a kick perfectly placed on his left temple as he fell backwards. 

Dexter's head hit the concrete when he fell back to the ground. Still he flipped over getting into a position on all fours. Dexter was tough and she was quickly losing her energy as blood still poured from her side, she had to end this quickly. She ran and jumped at Dexter aiming a kick at his head. Dexter deflected the kick and used Heather's momentum to throw her aside and force her off balance. Heather fell to the ground face first and before she could roll over Dexter jumped on her and was throwing elbows into her wounded side. Pain paralyzed her as it roared through her body. Dexter then grabbed her hair, picked her head up and slammed it into the concrete. Everything went black as Heather struggled to comprehend what was happening to her. 

Heather awoke with a sharp pain that throbbed in her head like an alarm clock. As she slowly regained consciousness she looked over her body. She was naked, chained with her arms behind her to a chair in a dark room. Her side where she had been shot was red, bruised but stitched shut. 

"Welcome back, now that you have regained consciousness we can have a little fun" said Dexter as her approached her with a small knife in his hand. 

To be continued? To be determined based on your comments. Love it, hate it, want more? Let me know. Thanks for reading. 



Spy Games: Home Sweet Home



Although it this is a continuation of Spy Games: Going Deep Under Cover, in is not necessary to have read the first story to enjoy the second. Your feedback is appreciated. Hope you enjoy the story. 

Sitting naked in the padded leather chair with her hands cuffed behind her back to the chair, Heather knew her situation was desperate. She watched as Dexter advanced to her slowly playing with the curved 7-inch blade he held in his hand. He would slowly twirl the knife in his hand spinning the blade with precision and skill. It appeared to Heather that he did this almost absent mindedly. His attention it seemed was totally focused on her. She watched his eyes trace slowly up and down her naked body, focusing on her soft nipples and bare pussy. A mixture of lust, anger and aggression was mirrored in his eyes and the look sent a chill down Heather's body. 

He struck a very imposing figure in front of her. His long muscular body seemed to glide across the ground as he approached. She knew from their fight that he had the speed and balance of an animal and a temperament as dark as the night. He wore lose white cotton pants and no shirt. On his face she could see evidence of their previous encounter. Red welts and bruises marked the corners of his eyes and lips from where she had punched, kicked and kneed him in her effort to escape with the micro-chip. "Funny" she thought, the micro-chip was the least of her worries now. She had to escape or Dexter would most definitely kill her in a slow and agonizing way. 

"You know you caught me off guard back at the Doctor's office." Dexter proclaimed, snapping her out of her train of thought. 

"I don't know why I didn't suspect you were playing me for a fool, but I intend to make up for it now. " Dexter now stood in front of Heather and brought the knife up to her throat, pressing it tightly against her jugular vein. 

"Before I am done, you are going to tell me who you are working for, how long you have been tracking me and what you bastards gave me to give me that fucking pain in my bladder." He then took the knife and slid it slowly down her neck over her breast and started to circle the tip of the blade around her left nipple. "But, you know this doesn't have to be all bad though. I really enjoyed myself back at the doctor's office and while you were unconscious I was thinking of the many wonderful things I could do with you before I get all of my answers."

Heather's mind was racing now. She had somewhat enjoyed herself back at the office, but this was an entirely different situation. She did not want to be forced to do anything she didn't want to do. Having sex for the needs of your country was one thing, but doing it for fear or against your will was something totally different. She quickly reviewed her situation in her head. Her hands were chained to her chair and there was no way to get them free. Dexter left her legs free, which was probably due to his dark intent. Could she use this somehow to escape? He was so strong and quick, if she was to have any chance it would need to be when he was distracted. 

"Dexter, truth is I had fun back at the office as well. Yes, I was on a mission but I lost myself when we were having sex. I am also much more concerned about living then I am loyal to my country. There is no need to torture me to get your information. My name is Heather LeGrande and I work for the CIA. My mission was to switch the micro-chip in your leg with the fake and get the real chip back to headquarters. They slipped a chemical into your drink a few weeks ago to cause the pain in your bladder to get you to the doctor's office; the pain will pass in a few weeks." Heather explained watching as the surprise of her forwardness was reflected in Dexter's eyes. 

"I want to live Dexter. If that means fucking you or being your own 'CIA for Dummies" cheat sheet then that is what I will do. Maybe you would even consider having me for a partner? The Government pays nothing compared to what you are making, I was ready for a change before today, but living would be even more of a motivation." Heather continued. 

"Now, why don't you slide those pants down and let me suck that wonderful cock of yours until you explode in my mouth and then we can talk some more about it." Heather requested in her most seductive voice. 

Dexter looked at her for a moment pondering her proposal. She could see his cock already hardening through his pants. The bulge grew larger and larger as he focused on her. Heather in turn, blatantly stared at cock trying to entice his decision. "I don't know what game you are playing girl, but if you make one wrong move or even scrape me with your teeth, I will slit your throat before you can even blink!"

Dexter then made a mistake, standing in font of her he took the knife away from Heather's chest and with both hands gripped his pants waistband. And slide them down, letting his 8-inch hard cock to spring free. Once he did this, Heather made her move. She picked up both feet and slammed them into the back of Dexter's knees causing him to fall forward into her. She used his momentum as he fell into her to force the chair to fall backwards. She twisted and positioned herself to land lying on top of Dexter. When he hit the ground the back of the Dexter's head bounced violently off of the concrete floor. Now lying on top of Dexter looking at him face to face, Heather saw Dexter's eyes roll into the back of his head as he fought to recover from the impact. She then took her head and slammed it repeatedly into Dexter with all of her might, head-butting him into unconsciousness. 

Once she was satisfied that he was out, rocked herself over to fall to Dexter's side. After some time she was able to position herself so she could get her hand into Dexter's pocket and grab the key for the cuffs. She saw its outline in his pocket when he was talking to her and this plan came to mind. With some awkwardness she used the key to unlock the cuffs and free her hands from behind her back. Once free she took Dexter's pants and his jacket which hung on the wall to cover herself and reclaimed the micro-chip before leaving. She quickly contacted headquarters to arrange for her pickup. She later learned that by time the team reached Dexter's lair he had recovered and fled. 

6 Months Later – Arlington Heights, Illinois -------

As Heather slowly slid her leg up and down the pole in the middle of the stage, her mind drifted from her mission. She was excited that the mission took her so close to her sister and brother's house. She was only about 20 minutes away from their house. After her mission was completed she had told headquarters that she was taking a week off and she was going to stay at her sister's. She hadn't seen her Karen and Kent in about 2 years and that was at her Aunt's funeral. They had been so close growing up, since they were only a year apart in age. It troubled her they didn't make more time to see each other but, with Heather's job and Karen's family it was hard for either of them to get away. But, she was letting thoughts of her family distract her from her mission. 

Her mission was simple surveillance. Local crime-boss Peter Abegetti liked to do business in the local strip bar called "Stilettos". Recently, Abegetti was doing business with a Chinese criminal organization called Yang. Not much was known about the organization, but the CIA knew they specialized in developing programs and viruses used to disable Government software. The CIA wanted to find out who was running Yang and what a guy like Abegetti could be planning to do with their software. A meeting between Abegetti and Yang was supposed to happen tonight at Stilettos. Heather was to get as much info as possible without letting them know they were being watched. To best accomplish this Heather got a job as a stripper at the establishment a week ago and made sure she was scheduled to work tonight. 

Heather was brought back to reality as rolled up dollar bill hit her in the left breast. She turned to the fat guy with a beard sitting at the end of the stage, gave him a wink, smiled and licked her lips. His leer intensified as his eyes scan her body and he quickly threw another dollar bill at her. Heather smiled, turned and quickly pulled up her skirt giving him a fast view of her thong covered ass. If she was going to be believed as a stripper she better start playing the part.

Dressed in a private school girl outfit, Heather was a sight to be seen. She wore a white see-through blouse that was unbuttoned, but tied in a knot a few inches above her navel. Under the blouse she did not wear a bra, which was apparent by the dark glow of her nipples that shimmered dimly as she danced. She wore an extremely short red and black plaid skirt. Her hair was pulled up in a pony-tail and she had on non-prescription glasses and small hoop earrings. Her appearance made her look 16 years old, not her actual 25. The patrons apparently appreciated her looks since she made more money from tips in the past week then she does in a month with the CIA, "maybe I made the wrong career choice," she jokingly thought to herself. 

On stage, she now moved away from the pole, danced and swayed her hips seductively to the song Girls, Girls, Girls that played over the stereo system. She ran her hands teasingly up her legs taking the hem up with them exposing her thong covered pussy. She quickly dropped the skirt and waved her finger in a "no,no,no" motion to the eager audience, whom let out an audible groan as she knew they were enjoying the show. Her hands then moved up to her breasts rubbing them roughly through her blouse. She turned away form the audience, quickly untied the blouse and ripped it from her shoulders and threw it to the fat guy in the crowd. He responded with big grin, a few more dollar bills thrown in her direction and a quick sniff of her perfume which lingered on the blouse. 

Covering her tits with her arms she turned back to the audience and feigned a look of surprise and shyness. "Come on baby, lets see what you got!" one guy yelled from a table seated near the stage. 

Heather smiled at the request and rubbed her fingers together in response as in asking "where is the money?" She was greeted by a shower of dollar bills. In response she moved her arms, exposing her wonderful 36 Cs. Her breasts glimmered in the club lighting and sweat that coated her body. Dancing again, she rand her fingers over her hard nipples tracing around her areolas. She was a little surprised to find her nipples hard, but she knew deep down inside she loved this exhibitionism. 

As she danced, she soon moved her right hand slipped to her side and unhooked her skirt. She let the skirt fall to the floor, stepped out of it with one foot and with the other kicked it into the audience. She then dropped into a split, that caused the crowd to go wild and they again started cheering and throwing money onto the stage. She dropped her hands to the stage and started too bounced up and down while in the split, imitating a fucking motion. More dollar bills followed along with a few marriage proposals and statements of love from the audience. 

Heather's left hand then moved to her crotch which she rubbed vigorously outside of her thong while she continued her bouncing motion. She slipped her fingers inside her thong and started to play with her pussy. She wasn't allowed to show the audience her pussy, but she could give them a good fantasy to go home with. As her finger slipped into her pussy she found she was extremely wet and warm. Her fingers were quickly enveloped by her pussy lips and pleasure started coursing through her body. Tingling sensations danced through her veins as the combined feeling of her fingers and the bouncing on the stage had Heather very excited. 

While she had everyone's attention averted to her performance, she used this opportunity to scan the room for Abegetti. She quickly found him sitting in his personal table in the corner of the room. He was surrounded by two huge body guards and sitting on his lap was another dancer Brianna a.k.a. her stage name "Sunny". They had teamed up a few times together onstage to be "Sunny Sky Time", since her stage name was Sky. Sunny was a tall thin blonde with a killer body. She was thicker then Heather, but she was by no means fat. She had large DD breasts and a round firm ass, which earned her many tips at the club. She was known as Abegetti's favorite and was often by his side, while he was at the club. 

Abegetti was a man of medium build. He had brown hair that was cut short in a Caesar style hairdo. Although from reading his file she knew he was only 34 years old he looked much older. Stress had given him a haggard look. His facial features were non-descript, but his eyes told of his hidden demons. He wore a white business suit with a blue shirt and red tie. 

On the other side of Abegetti sat a small oriental man. He was in a black business suit and had short spiky black hair. She knew that he had to be the contact from the Yang organization. It seemed the CIA's information was correct and they were meeting today to do their transaction. 

Her attention was brought back to her body as the pleasure again started to flood through her. She stopped bouncing and laid back on the stage bringing her legs up into the air. She closed her eyes and intensified her masturbation. Her fingers danced and flicked her pussy lips and her clit. She felt the eyes of her audience burning through her, adding to her experience. She imagined one climbing up on the stage, ripping her thong off of her and ramming his cock in her hungry pussy. She imagined her fingers were that cock as she moved them in and out of her at a furious pace. Heather's orgasm started to build and she rubbed her tits with her right hand and continued her assault on her pussy with her left. Suddenly the orgasm ripped through her body. Wave after wave of pleasure and electricity coursed through her body making her shudder and shake with excitement. "Oh God!" She realized she was screaming as the orgasm slammed through her nerve endings. Slowly her hands stopped their manipulations as the orgasm started to subside. 

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a second as her pulse slowed. Wanting to see the expression on the fat guy's face after her performance she turned her head to the side. There she found a mixture of awe, happiness and lust was reflected on the fat guy's face. He looked like a little kid on Christmas morning that found a playboy magazine in his stocking, she thought to herself. Her gaze shifted and she realized someone was now sitting next to the fat guy, where before the seat had been empty.

It took a second for her mind register what she was seeing. Once comprehension started to sink in, fear started to flood her body and take the place of the pleasure she had just experienced. Sitting on the side of the stage staring at her wide-eyed and jaw hanging loosely in shock was her brother Kent. As they made eye contact, Kent silently mouthed her name "Heather??" trying to understand how the stripper he had just seen masturbate in middle of the stage was his wife's sister. 

In an instant Heather was up moving to Kent. She could not allow him to ruin her cover and put them both at risk. She grabbed her glasses off her face and slide over to Kent. "Hey big boy, here hold this for me." She said loudly as she took her glasses and put the rim in Kent's still open-jawed mouth. She ran her hand lovingly over his face and moved her mouth next to his ear. "Don't move, I will be right back to explain." She whispered in a quiet but commanding tone. Still reeling from the shock Kent just stared absently into space as Heather gathered her money from the stage and quickly exited to the side.

"Let's hear it for Sky!" the DJ commanded. With that an eruption of cheers, hoots and whistles from the contented audience. 

Heather grabbed her skirt from one of the patrons and quickly made her way to Kent. She could not believe of all the strip joints in the state of Illinois her brother had picked this one on this night to attend. What was he doing here anyway, she quickly wondered? Did he leave his sister at home with the kids to come see some strippers? It didn't seem like Kent. From what she knew of him, he was a straight-up good guy and was devoted to her sister. How was she going to explain this to him? Better yet, how was she going to complete her mission and get them both out of here alive? 

Her mind raced as she approached Kent's seat. Both Kent and the fat guy were avidly watching her approach. As she got to Kent the fat guy burst in front of him "Hey Sky, great performance here is your shirt back" he said as he held her blouse forward. 

"Thanks honey, I am glad you liked the performance" she said cooingly as she tried to bypass him to get to Kent. 

"How about a lap dance? I want you for two songs." the fat guy requested. 

"Sure honey, but first I owe my boyfriend here a lap dance. I haven't seen him in a while." She explained as she grabbed Kent by the hand and pulled him away from behind the fat guy. She thought, calling him her boyfriend might help cover their strange exchange. She took her glasses from him and put them back on. 

"You are her boyfriend, you lucky bastard! What is it like to go home with a woman like that every night?" the fat guy screamed at Kent. 

"Unbelievable." Was all that Kent could mutter as he was lead away from the stage and towards the lap dance room. 

Once away form the fat guy's earshot, Heather turned to Kent and whispered softly "Don't say a word, I will explain once we are inside." 

When they got to the lap dance room Heather made Kent pay $60 for a two song lap dance, to a big bruising guy at the door. All the guy said was "She can touch you, but you can't touch her" as he opened the door for them to enter to room. The Lap Dance room was a long, dark, skinny room with couches on both sides of the room. The walls were adorned with mirrors. In the corner of the room was a video camera where the bouncer could watch to make sure the guys didn't get out of hand. 

Heather led Kent to the couch and set him down. She had never put her shirt back on so she just dropped it on his side. She then climbed into his lap facing him and started to move her body in a grinding motion on top of him. 

"What the hell are you doing?!?" Kent asked nervously as his almost naked sister was now giving him a couch dance. 

"I am giving you the dance of you dreams baby," Heather said flirtatiously. She then leaned in close to his ear, appearing to rub her chest against his. "Listen, don't say anything they have video and audio capability in this room. This might be a shock, but you have to stay with me on this, both of our lives are at stake. It is very important you do not say one word, do you understand?" Kent slowly nodded his head.

"I am here working undercover surveillance for the CIA. My mission is to watch some really bad guys, do some really bad things. After these songs I need you to leave this place immediately, I am putting us both at risk. You can not say anything to my sister, anyone that knows about my job can be at risk of being killed. I am sorry you had to stumble across this, but now that you have this have to remain a secret. Do you understand?" Kent again nodded his head yes and look of confusion still on his face. 

"Good now what the fuck are you doing here anyway? Where is my sister?" Heather demanded letting her personal feelings get in the way of her better sense. 

"Can I talk?" Kent asked quietly. Heather nodded yes and he continued. "I was supposed to meet some guys here from work. It is a guy at work's last day and we were going to give him a goodbye party. Karen knows about it and gave her ok, even though I will still get shit about it anyway." He paused for a minute and then asked "Are you seriously in the CIA?"




Spy Games: Home Sweet Home



"Oh yes baby!" Heather flung her head back and yelled as she played the part of a stripper giving a lap dance for the viewing cameras. Surprisingly, as she leaned back and rubbed herself against Kent's lap she felt a rather large hard bulge in Kent's pants. She couldn't believe he was excited, but she couldn't really blame him. She was almost naked and rubbing against him. She had seen the way Kent had looked at her over the years, fleeting glances here and there at her body. Thinking it was cute she ignored it. Kent for himself was a very handsome man. 6'0" tall , a nice build, blonde hair and blue eyes he was most women's dream man. But, Heather had always tried to ignore that since she was so close to her sister. 

Just then the door opened. Through the door came one of Abegetti's block-headed body guards. The guy stood about 6'7" and must have weighed 350 lbs. As he entered the room, Kent tensed under her and started to try to stand up. Heather pinned him to the couch with both of her arms. She knew that if they had discovered them there wasn't much hope now. Their only hope was that they still were not discovered. 

The bodyguard continued into the room and behind him Abegetti, the Yang contact, Sunny and the other bodyguard followed. The first bodyguard went to end of the room, while Abegetti, Sunny and Yang sat at on the couch across from Heather and Kent. The other bodyguard blocked the door cutting off all escape. 

"Nice show out there Sky. I really enjoyed it." Abegetti commented as he looked appraisingly at Heather and Kent. "I saw you talking to the fat guy out there and he said you were in here with your boyfriend. Does Joe know what you are doing on company time?" Abegetti asked referring to Joe Driscoll the club owner and equal scum ball. 

"Kent here paid just like everyone else. Truth is he gets a little excited when he sees me work and needs to relieve some of his steam before we go home later." Heather replied, as she turned in Kent's lap to face Abegetti. She was hoping that Abegetti had not discovered her identity and was just commenting on her performance and was going to continue the ruse for as long as possible, otherwise they were both dead.

"I could see how that might happen. You are a very sexy lady and the truth about me is I am a people person." Abegetti paused as if considering something, "I like to watch people enjoy each other. I would like to see you and your boyfriend here relieve your tensions. I will pay you $500 to have sex right here right now." 

Heather's heart started pounding as she thought about what to do. "Thank you Mr. Abegetti, but Kent here is a little shy about that type of thing. I don't think he could really do that. Besides I wouldn't want to get in trouble with Mr. Driscoll, he has said in the past that there is no sex in the club."

"Don't worry about Joe, I am what you would call his silent partner. I will make it $1000 to help Kent get over his shyness and I really insist." Abegetti motioned to the bodyguard by the door with his hand and the bodyguard stepped forward opening his suit jacket exposing a gun harnessed to his side. 

Heather was fully panicked now, she could not have sex with Kent. She could not betray her sister like that. On top of that, Heather wasn't even sure if Kent could perform in front of this audience. Even though he had been hard a few minutes ago, she doubted he would be able to maintain an erection with this pressure. But, even as her mind raced Heather knew there was no way around the situation. If they didn't have sex Abegetti would suspect them, he knew no stripper would turn down $1000 to sleep with her boyfriend. Also, Heather could not over-power all four of them and not risk Kent getting killed. She knew she had to have sex with Kent and make it look convincing, otherwise they were both dead. 

"Well honey, it looks like we have to have some fun right now." Heather said turning around in Kent's lap to face him. 

"I can't!" Kent pleaded looking into Heather's eyes. 

"Oh, don't be shy baby I will take care of you. We could use the money, besides it doesn't seem we have much choice." Heather looked at the bodyguard and back at Kent. 

With that she leaned into Kent and softly kissed him. She knew that she would have to seduce him and make him forget where they were, so their sex would be convincing. As she kissed him she felt him resist some. She let her tongue slowly lick the outside of his lips until he opened his mouth and greeted her with his own lips. She then slid her body up his, letting her breasts rub against his chest. She could feel his muscular chest underneath the black silk shirt he wore. Soon, a kiss that started soft and gentle changed into a passionate kiss as they both got into their performance. 

"Mr. Abegetti, I didn't fly halfway around the world to come watch some hooker have sex. Are we going to talk business tonight or shall I tell Mr. Yin that you are not interested." Impatiently the representative from the Yang Organization requested. He was visibly flustered as he watched Heather and Kent kiss passionately on the couch in front of him. 

"Easy Fi Long, I just wanted to develop the proper atmosphere for our discussion. Life is too short and women are too beautiful not to take the time in the day to appreciate them. If you want to talk business, we can talk business now, but I am also going to sit back and enjoy the show while we talk. "

"You want to discuss business in front of these people?" Fi Long asked, surprised by Abegetti's forwardness. 

"Why not, it is not like they know what we are talking about. Christ you almost need a Doctorate in Computer Science to figure this shit out and judging from our company, I don't think that is at risk. "

Heather heard their conversation and reached up to her earring to turn on the recording device that was embedded within it. After she did this she broke her kiss off with Kent and moved to his neck. She licked her tongue up his neck to his ear, "You OK?" she whispered. He nodded his head yes and she moved back down to his neck and nibbled it gently. Kent's hand then moved to her ass and slowly rubbed her as checks. He kneaded and pulled at her ass checks as she continued to nibble and suck on his neck. Heather then stood up and turned around to face Abegetti and get the best audio possible. 

She positioned her self between Kent's legs and started to grind her ass into Kent's crotch. She was greeted by a hard cock struggling to escape the confines of his black slacks. Although she was doing this because she had to, she had to admit to herself that she liked the way that hard cock felt rubbing against her ass. She rubbed it harder and felt it slip between her ass cheeks. She slid her body up and down against it. Kent let out a soft moan and moved his hands to her tits. He started massaging her tits passionately and pulling her hard nipples. She could feel him get even harder against her ass as he played with her tits. 

"So will you be able to provide the software for the Virginia job?" Abegetti asked Long while his eyes remained focused on Heather. Heather looked up at him and noticed her had a visible erection pointing against his tailored suit pants. Sunny was slowly running her fingers over his bulge, playing with his dick through his pants. 

"Yes, we can provide the software if you can provide us half the money now and half upon successful deployment." Long replied, looking at Abegetti for an objection. 

"Fine, I just need assurances that the software will work and get us in and out of the base untouched. Our buyers that want the arms will not be satisfied with a 'we tried our best' if we are unable to steal them from the base. There can be no mistakes." As he spoke he moved his hand to the back of Sunny's head and pulled her to his awaiting crotch. Sunny quickly complied , unzipped Abegetti's pants and took out his erect penis. She soon had it in her mouth and was running her tongue up and down the 6-inch shaft swirling it around the head before plunging it into her mouth. 

Looking a little flustered by Sunny's display, Long forced a reply "Our software works as promised. It will allow you to get past security and steal the arms without any issue. Your theft most likely will not be discovered until they take inventory of their stock later in the week."

"Good, then we have a deal. Your money is waiting for you back at my house. Now, please shut up and let me enjoy my blowjob and this fine young thing fucking her boyfriend."

With that, Heather knew she had all she needed from her surveillance. Now her goal was to get her and Kent out of here alive. She guided her hand behind her back, unsnapped Kent's pants and pulled down his zipper. She used both hands to grab his waist bands of his pants and underwear and tugged on them. Kent got the idea and lifted himself slightly off of the couch so she could pull his pants off with one tug. She also, took off her thong and tossed it aside. As she sat back down in his lap she felt Kent's dick slap against her ass crack. She could feel its warmth pulsating against her. She kicked his pants to the side.

"Anyone have a condom?" she asked as she realized she could not fuck her brother without one. She had fucked Dexter without one but that required 2 weeks of chemical purification afterwards. Also she could not risk getting pregnant with Kent's baby, she would never forgive herself. 

Surprisingly, it was Long who responded by reaching into his wallet, pulling out a condom and offering it to her. "I know when I come to America these might be needed." He explained as he handed it to her. 

Heather took the condom package and ripped it open with her teeth. She looked quickly back over her shoulder at Kent and the fear and nervousness that she had seen before in his face was now gone. It was replaced with a look of lust and desire. She knew now that the years of fleeting glances and flirtations had built up a hidden desire in Kent and he looked ready to relieve those desires. 

She grasped his cock with one hand , it was rock hard and about 7-inches long, and put the condom on with the other hand. It was a wonderful penis, long and very thick. Her pulse quickened as she held it. His blonde pubic hair accented his dick nicely and did not disguise it length or girth. 

Once the condom was in place she guided his dick head to her pussy lips. Gently she let him enter her body. She felt him slowly filling her body. His cock was rubbing against her clit as he entered her. Inch-by inch he coasted into her. Once he was fully in her she began to move her hips in a circular motion. 

"Oh God, you feel good!" Kent exclaimed. He leaned forward and started kissing her neck and her earlobes as his hands continued to explore her chest. 

"Um" she cooed as she grinded his dick in her pussy. He was slowly pumping up and down as she continued her motion. The combination of Kent's thrusts and her movement had Kent's dick touching all of her sensitive areas. That familiar electric sensation started to pulse through her body as she fucked her brother. 

Kent moved his right hand to her Heather's pussy and he started to rub her clit. She was dripping wet as his fingers and dick slid in and out of her pussy. Heather reached back and grabbed the back of Kent's head and grabbed a tuff of his hair. His cock felt terrific in her and now she knew why her sister had so quickly agreed to marry him, as he was a terrific lover. 

Across the room, Sunny was still feverishly sucking on Abegetti's cock. His hand was grabbing the back of Sunny's head and forcefully was slamming her mouth up and down on his dick. All the while, Abegetti's eyes focused on Kent's dick going in and out of Heather's pussy. Heather saw Sunny's and Abegetti's pace quicken. He then pulled Sunny off of his cock, whom then pulled down her top exposing her tits and she began avidly jerking on him with both hands. Abegetti shuddered and his cum started flying out of his cock onto Sunny's awaiting breasts. She continued to pump him with one hand while she rubbed cum over her tits and nipples with the other hand. 

Heather got off of Kent's dick and turned around in his lap and straddled Kent. She needed to see him, while she fucked him. She quickly popped his dick back in her awaiting lips and started to bounce up and down on his hard rod. She made eye contact with Kent and then leaned in and starting kissing him ardently. Their tongues explored each other's mouths as his dick pumped furious in and out of her. 

Kent reached up, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She could tell it was not meant to hurt, but instead to show who was leading their dance. His lips then found their way to her nipples. He sucked on her nipples for a bit and then lightly nibbled on them. His tongue then slipped around her nipples and teased them. His free hand then reached down and grabbed her ass, forcefully pulling himself into her pussy as she bounced on him. 

It was all Heather could take, her orgasm built quickly and frantically as her body pulsed with the pleasure of Kent's thrusts. Deeper and deeper she felt Kent push. Stronger and stronger he held her. She felt muscles of his arms and chest wrapped tightly around her. She ran her hands up and down his chest, feeling his muscled pecks. Her body orgasm built faster and his thrusts continued. Her body finally exploded in waves of orgasm. She shook and bucked recklessly on Kent's cock. "Oh! OH! OHHH!" she screamed and continued to pound Kent's dick with her pussy. 

Kent did not relent however. He continued his assault on her pussy ramming his cock harder and faster into her. Over and over again his dick dove into her pussy racking her body with pleasure. He also pulled harder at her hair, yanking her head back into submission. She felt his motions getting faster and could feel his orgasm building. She pulled her head free from his grasp and lowered head so that they were looking at each other eye-to-eye. She saw the twinkle in his eye as he started to cum. His dick was pulsating in her cunt as he exploded. "Oh God! Heather Oh God!" Kent screamed. His cum flowed from his body for what felt like days as his orgasm lasted minutes. They pumped for a few more minutes as they came down from their orgasm highs. 

Rapidly guilt started to rush through Heather's body as her lust subsided. She realized now, exactly what she had done. Yes they had no choice, but it didn't make her feel any better. 

"Are you satisfied Mr. Abegetti?" Heather asked politely. Heather saw Sunny was still stroking his semi-hard member while they watched them. 

"Yes, very well done. It is a shame you have to go back to work after all of that fun." Abegetti commented as he reached into hi breast pocket and pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills. He threw 10 to Heather and gave another 3 to Sunny. 

"Actually, it is time for me to go home and put this big guy to bed." As she spoke her and Kent quickly gathered their clothes and put them on. Within seconds they were dressed and heading for the door. The bodyguard got in their way, until Abegetti motioned him aside. 

"Have a nice night, Mr. Abegetti. I hope you enjoyed the show." With that Heather and Kent turned and left the building. 

3 nights later at Stilettos 

"Mr. Abegetti, so glad you could stop by tonight." Purred Joe Driscoll. 

"Fuck off Joe, I am here all the time. Just get me a beer and that stripper Sky. I am eager for another one of her private shows. " 

"Mr. Abegetti, I am sorry but she hasn't showed up for work in three nights." Driscoll explained sheepishly. 

"What? Why the fuck not, have you tried calling her?" 

"I have, but the number she gave us is not active. It happens all the time, these girls go on drug binges or get stolen by other clubs, risk of the trade I guess." 

"Get me her paper work, now!" Something was not sitting right with Abegetti. Why would this girl leave after she just earned $1000 from him? It didn't make sense. After a few moments Driscoll came back with Heather's paperwork. "Debbie Powers? Who is that?" 

"That is Sky's real name." Driscoll offered. 

"Then why the hell did her boyfriend call her Heather when they were fucking?" Fear suddenly pulsed through Abegetti's body as he realized that he had talked about the deal in front of this girl. If she wasn't who she says she was and now she was missing, he could be in big trouble. 

"The guy, does anyone know who the guy is that she was with?" Abegetti demanded. A puzzled but scared look registered on Driscoll's face as he could tell that Abegetti was very serious. "I WILL GIVE $500 TO ANYONE THAT CAN TELL ME ANYTHING ABOUT THE GUY SKY LEFT THREE NIGHTS AGO!" Abegetti was now yelling to the dancers, waitresses and bartenders that were milling around the room serving the limited amounts of patrons.

"I might know something," proclaimed a small female waitress from the corner of the room. 

"What do you know, and don't fuck with me girl or you will be sorry!" 

"No M…M…Mr. Abegetti I would never. It's just that my boyfriend was also here that night at the club. I was talking to him when Sky and that guy left the Lap Dance room and headed for the door. My boyfriend recognized him and called out his name…I think it was Ken or something. But the guy and Sky just ignored him and left the club," the waitress explained nervously. 

"When I asked him who that was he said it was a guy from work. He said it was strange because they were all supposed to meet to celebrate another guy's last day, and he just blew them off." 

Abegetti thought about the waitresses' story and then reached into his suit jacked, pulled out a gun and pointed it at her head. She screamed and covered her eyes with her hands. "Call your boyfriend now, and get me this guy's name, address or any other fucking information he can and I might let you all live!!!"

Please continue to give me feedback on this storyline. If you like it let me know and I will keep it going. Thanks for reading!



Spy Games: Hot in the Suburbs



This is a continuation of the Spy Games: Home Sweet Home storyline, but it is not necessary to have read the previous stories to enjoy this one. If you want to catch up on the story check out my previous submissions. Enjoy!

Heather's pulse quickened with excitement as she hugged her sister. It had been years since they had seen each other and her sister had changed allot. A year younger then Heather at 24, Karen stood 5'5" tall and had long curly dirty blonde hair. Her sister also possessed blue eyes like Heather. The facial features were similar each possessing a sharp angular chin and small button noses, but their bodies differed greatly. 

When Heather had last saw Karen two years ago, she had just had their son Charlie and her body was still puffy from childbearing. Truth is she had never lost all the weight from her 5-year old daughter Nancy. But, now Karen stood in front of her in the doorway wearing tight spandex workout pants and a sports bra looking very slim and extremely tone. With a quick glance however, Heather could tell that her sister's breasts were still swollen and even confined by the tight sports bra looked to be easily D cups, when before she had been similar to Heather as a C cup. As she turned and lead Heather into her family room, Heather could also see her sister's ass was fit but definitely more round and plump then previously. 

"Wow, sis I don't see you for a few years and you get a playboy body?" Heather commented teasingly, but genuinely happy for her sister that she was able to get back into shape.

"You like???? I had to put in allot of hours to get this body back." Karen said as she twirled for Heather. 

As they entered the Family Room, Heather made eye contact with Kent who was standing in the middle of the room watching her approach. It was late at night, so Kent was dressed in sweats and a tee shirt. She quickly glanced down at his crotch and saw the familiar outline of his dick, bulging against the tight sweat pants. Memories of his hard cock pumping in and out of her last night at Stiletto's made her flush with excitement. She could picture straddling him on the couch, seeing his face as he came in her. She couldn't believe it had happened and knew they had no choice, but she also could not stop thinking about it. Kent had been in her thoughts all day.

She had spent most of the day debriefing with headquarters over the data she had been able to obtain during her spying. She relayed that Abegetti was planning on buying a software program from the Yang Organization to disable a base's security system and secretly steal some weapons. She hadn't been able to find out which base or when, but she had given them enough information to get rolling on their investigation. She had also learned that the mysterious leader of the Yang Organization was someone called Yin. Headquarters was now mining their database for more information on Yin. 

Kent's expression did not betray their previous experience as he approached and hugged Heather. "Heather it is great to see you." His hug seemed to linger for a moment and she could feel his cock brush against the bottom of her stomach. As she broke his embrace she saw another person in the back of the Family Room. It was a young male, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in silk boxers and a green "I've been to the Border" tee-shirt. He had a medium build, and resembled Kent greatly. 

"Sorry, I thought you were coming later. I should go put some pants on." The young male stated as he approached with his hand extended in an offer to shake. 

"You remember my brother John, don't you?" Kent said. 

It had been 5 years since she had seen Kent's brother. He was at the hospital when she visited Karen after Nancy was born. He was just a little teenager then, but now he was a very attractive young man. She quickly did the math in her head and realized he must be 19-years old now. 

Heather gave him a look like "you have to be kidding" and pushed John's hand aside and embraced him in a hug. "In this family we hug" she stated. His body felt tight and firm as she hugged him. He returned her hug and felt his strong arms wrapped around her body. Her breasts were pressed into his chest as they hugged. Their hug broke and they looked at each other for a moment. "When I last saw you, you were a pimply faced kid, now look at you." Heather confessed. 

"That was a while ago I guess. You on the other hand look exactly the same." The tone that John used in his reply gave Heather the impression that looking the same was not a bad thing. 

"Well, how about we get you settled, you can get changed and then we can get caught all caught up. I am sure you are tired from your flight." Karen stated as she started motioning Heather towards the upstairs guest room. 

After some time Heather came back downstairs dressed in a long nightshirt that her sister had given her for Christmas last year. Underneath she wore red panties and a no bra. She had been in front of Kent and her sister in similar outfits before and had already seen John in his boxers, so she was not worried about modesty especially considering what happened with Kent last night. But, her sister did not know about that. 

Downstairs she found John had not changed; he commented that she had already seen him like this anyway. Karen had showered and changed from her workout clothes into a silky blue nightshirt. Her hair was still wet from the shower and her body glistened in a wet sheen. The furniture was set up in the room in a L shape, with the couch in the middle and two recliners on the sides. John and Kent sat in the recliners and Karen joined Heather on couch and sat cross-legged. As they sat talking Heather noticed Karen's shirt had ridden up and was exposing her silky blue panties. From John's angle Heather knew that John could see up Karen's shirt. Heather looked over a John during conversation and caught him staring at her sister's exposed crotch. She looked down and saw a growing bulge in his silk boxers. "Typical horny teenager," she thought.

Looking back at Kent to see if he noticed his brother's leering at his wife and was surprised to see him staring at her breasts. Her nightshirt was tight and it was a little chilly so her nipples were hard and noticeably visible through her shirt. Heather's pussy starting to get wet as she found it exciting to have him staring at her. As her and her sister continued their conversation, Heather pulled her legs up allowing her panties to be exposed to Kent. She soon found his eyes focused on her pussy and the wet spot that she knew had to be there by now. She looked at his crotch and saw he was covering a noticeable erection with his hands. 

Across from her, Karen seemingly unwittingly continued to torment John. She would slowly lean over picking up pretzels from the coffee table letting her loosely buttoned top fly open and allow John a good view down her shirt. Heather could clearly see her sister's impressive breasts flowing out of the shirt; she even caught a hint of nipple every now and then. When she looked back over at John, she found a button on his boxers had worked itself loose and from her angle could see the angry red head of his erect penis poking through the hole. He too was doing a poor job of covering his erection with a throw pillow he was resting his arm on. 

At one point, Karen jumped up and said she had to show Heather some pictures from her and Kent's cruise to the Bahamas. She went over to their wall unit and bent over to search for the book. Her shirt rode up and exposing her backside to all in the room. Her ass was round, plump and wonderful. Heather had to admit that her sister truly did have a beautiful ass. She looked at John and he looked like he had been struck by lightning. 

"Never mind the pictures Karen; I think you are giving the guys here a good show with that ass of yours." Heather joked. 

"Oh, they are use to it. I usually walk around in less than this. Poor John here probably sees as much as me as my husband." Karen smiled and gave John a flirtatious wink. 

"On that note I think I am going to go to bed." John said as he stood up careful to try and hide his erection with the pillow. "Heather it is good to see you again and I will see you tomorrow." 

Soon after John's departure they all decided it was time to go to sleep as the women had busy day lined up and Kent had to go to work. Once in bed Heather masturbated furiously, images of Kent and John flooding through her head as she played with her clit. She couldn't believe how horny she was since last night. She had orgasmed twice before she was able to get to sleep. Her dreams however did not bring her peace as fantasies about Kent, John and surprisingly Karen dominated the night. 

The next morning Karen awoke a 6:30 AM. She quickly put on her short elastic white workout shorts and a white sports bra. Karen had said they had a full gym in the basement of the house and she was free to use it. Heather needed to keep up on her conditioning, so she worked out religiously daily. Once she was dressed she made her way to the basement. 

As she opened the door to the basement she was surprised to find the lights on and music playing below. When she went down the stairs she was taken aback at what she found. John was lying on the weight bench hurriedly bench pressing a large amount of weight. He wore only tight grey sweat shorts. His muscles rippled as he pushed the weight up and down. He was much more muscular then she had noticed last night and was truly a wonderful sight. He was soaked in sweat and his drenched shorts clung tightly to his crotch. Heather could clearly see the outline of his dick through the shorts. It shook and weaved and he maneuvered the weight around him. She was transfixed as she watched him work out. So much so that she didn't see him stop and notice her staring at his body. 

"Come down for a workout?" He questioned. His voice brought her back to attention. 

"Uh, yes. You know the daily ritual. Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you, I can come back later when you are done." She said as she started backing up the stairs. 

"Don't be silly, there is more then enough room for both of us. Maybe, you can even spot me?" 

"It didn't look like you needed any help to me." Heather countered as she went up to the fly weights and picked up some barbells. She put her right leg on the weight bench and started doing curls with her right arm. 

John looked at her appraisingly as she worked out. "You have nice form with those and it is obvious you work out allot, how long have you been exercising?"

"About 7 years now. My job as a sales rep can be demanding physically. Allot of time on my feet lugging demo equipment place to place, so I have to keep in shape." She told the familiar lie. 

"Well, you certainly are in shape." John said as her roamed her body slowly with his eyes. "Have you ever tried this exercise?" He came up behind her pressing his crotch into her ass. She could feel his semi hard penis rubbing against her ass crack through the flimsy layers they were both wearing. He grabbed her waist with one hand and her arm with the other. He then took her arm moved it in a long circular motion. She could feel the stress of the new exercise working against the muscles on her side. 

"No this feels nice." Heather purred. 

John let go of her arm and ran his hand up and down the side of her body. "It helps with these muscles right in here." He explained as he caressed the side of her body. His breath tickled her neck as his hands brushed slightly against the side of her breasts. Heather could feel John harden and press harder into her ass. Heather was getting very turned on by the entire event. John was definitely hitting on her, she should be pushing him away but she was so horny the past few days it was starting to affect the decisions she was making. 

"You know, I have a good exercise that could help you develop your leg muscles." Heather said breaking their trances. 

She turned around and knelt down in front of John her head now inches away from his crotch. "Put you right leg up here on the bench." She explained guiding his leg on to the bench top. "Now with the left foot stand up on your toes and just hold it there until I say stop." John complied and moved onto his toes. After a few seconds of him like this Heather placed her hand on his calf and stroked it lightly. "See how it feels tight in here?" she asked. 

"Yes." John replied the strain of the exercise and Heather's flirting stressing him. 

Heather then slid her hand high up his leg to his thigh and hamstring. "Can you feel how hard the muscle is up here as well?" She caressed his thigh and hamstring muscles with her hand. 

"Yes, very hard." He replied.

Slowly she watched the bulge in his shorts grow just inches from her face. Soon, he was fully erect and straining against his shorts for escape. Heather thought about ripping down his shorts and shoving his hard cock into her mouth. She guessed from the bulge that he was well endowed. Her pussy started to tingle, begging to get fucked by this hot young stud only seconds away. But, Heather restrained herself. She had already screwed her brother, she couldn't mess with his brother too. "At least not yet" she thought mischievously to herself. 

"I think you have had enough of a workout today." Heather stated standing up. "Why don't you go take a cold shower to relax those aching muscles?" She blatantly looked down at his erect penis. 

John, looked on in shock as he had obviously been expecting more of a workout from the signs he was getting from Heather. She felt bad for teasing him so, but she needed to get her horniness out of her system and teasing was a better alternative then actually screwing John or Kent again. John let out an audible sigh, turned and walked to the stairs. 

"I have to get running anyway. The kids will be up soon and I have to get their breakfast ready." He huffed and went up to take a shower. 

Heather had learned last night that John was staying with Kent and Karen while he went to college. He was studying for a degree in Business. He would watch the kids during the day, so Kent and Karen didn't have to take them to daycare, and go to school at night. They gave him some money, free room and board. While Heather thought it was strange that a 19-year old boy would be watching the children, Karen had insisted that he was great with the kids. "He is not Super Nanny, but he is better then a stranger." Karen had explained. 

Heather completed her workout, showered and got dressed, once her sister was awake and ready, they went out for a tour of Chicago. Since they were only a few minutes from the city, Karen insisted they go for a tour and go shopping. Little did she know that Heather had been in Chicago dozens of times on CIA missions but, "a little shopping never hurt anyone" she thought. John stayed home and watched the kids, while Kent went to work. 

During the day, Heather had fun spending time with her sister. They always had a special bond and it was nice to renew it. Growing up they could always rely on each other and share their inner most thoughts. Over the years, that had changed since Heather had to lie about her job. She regretted lying to her sister, but it came with the territory. But, today it was almost as if no time or distance had separated her and Karen. Karen spoke freely about her children, having John stay with them, her relationship with Kent and several other personal topics. One surprising discussion came while they were shopping in a lingerie store. 

"Do you think Kent would like this?" Karen asked as she held up a red lacy teddy. 

"I think he would be crazy not to. Besides, Kent always struck me as the horny type. I am sure he would like anything you bought from this store." Heather joked. 

"Kent is a horny bastard, but you don't know the half of it." Karen giggled. 

"What does that mean?" 

"Well, Kent has been extra frisky recently. I don't know if he is bored with me or just wants to spice some things up. We have actually talked about doing a threesome."

"No way, you are kidding me. You are such a little prude, I don't believe it." Heather was shocked her sister would even talk about this with her. 

"Some things change you know, I am not a little girl any more. Kent and I have been together for a long time and that might not be such a bad way to spice things up. I just get worried that he would be with someone else and they would steal him from me. I mean he has me a few times a week, what if he is sick of me?" Karen explained as she continued to search through the rack of sexy lingerie. 

"Kent would be crazy to be sick of you. I mean look at your body, you look incredible. Besides, if you are worried about Kent being stolen away, why don't you have John be a part of your threesome?" Heather smiled as the jested with her sister. 

"Hell, I wouldn't mind that. John is a hottie, isn't he?" Karen giggled and blushed slightly. " I think Kent might have a problem with that though. I think he is hoping for more of Jennifer Aniston then Brad Pitt, if you get my point." Karen paused as if pondering something, but then continued "I have to admit, I have been having a little fun teasing John though, while he is staying with us." 

"Is that what that is all about?" Heather questioned. "You walking around in your sexy little night shirt and he was busy checking you out the entire time."

"Yes, it is nice having a hot horny teenager in the house to appreciate your looks. It makes me feel a little better about myself. I think the poor kid is going to have a stroke though, with all the torture I am giving him. He looked like he was ready to explode last night." Both Heather and Karen laughed. 

"I tortured him a little myself this morning when he was working out. I think I made his balls so blue that he must have pissed grape juice." Both, ladies were now laughing hysterically. And other shoppers were looking at the curiously as they passed by. 


"Don't think I haven't noticed the way that Kent looks at you either. He even admitted to me before that he always had an innocent crush on you." Karen countered once she stopped laughing enough to speak.

"Kent loves you and you know that. We just look so much alike, he envisions having two of us. Hey, that could be your threesome?" Heather suggested jokingly. 

"Yeah, you both wish. Why don't we make some purchases here today and tease the hell out of the boys some more over the next few nights? I think Kent might just drop a kidney if you come downstairs wearing this." Karen said holding up a black see-through bra and panty set. 

"Sure, but I am not to be held responsible if one of them ends up in the hospital." Both ladies again erupted in laughter. 

Heather and Karen spent the entire day in the city and ended up eating dinner there. They did not arrive back home until 10:00 at night. Both exhausted from their day trip, decided it would be best to shower and go to bed early and save their torture for tomorrow night. 

After showering Heather got changed into her night shirt and panties. She prepared herself for bed and went downstairs to get some water. One her way back to the guest room she passed Karen and Kent's room. As she passed she heard a moan of passion. Kent and Karen's door was open slightly as she passed by and saw Karen naked on the bed on all fours, with Kent behind her pushing. It took her a second to realize, but from their position Heather could tell they were having anal sex. Heather stopped at the door to watch.

Karen's face was a strange mix of pleasure and pain. Her entire body rippled with each of Kent's push. Her head was raised, but her eyes were closed tightly and sweat streamed down the side of her face. She seemed lost in her world of passion as Kent slid through her. As Kent pushed in a moan would escape her lips "Oh." Kent would slide back out and slowly push back into his wife's ass, "Oh!" Karen silently licked her lips and again slide in and out of her, "Oh!!" 




Spy Games: Hot in the Suburbs



Kent's body shimmered with sweat. He was completely naked as he fucked Karen. His chest muscles were tight and tense and his hands gripped Karen's hips. He had an intense look on his face. It was a look of great purpose and pleasure. He owned Karen, he could make her feel pain or pleasure and he knew it. She was at his mercy. "Oh!" a knowing smile crossed Kent's lips as Karen moaned with pleasure and he pushed into her harder and deeper. 

"Oh!" Karen cried again as Kent went far up her ass with his wonderful prick. 

Heather's pussy begged for attention as she watched Kent and Karen. It was pulsing desiring to be touched. "Nobody can see me, why not" she thought to her self and deftly ran her hand up her thigh and into her panties to touch her hungry pussy. Her pussy was drenched and her fingers were quickly enveloped in her juices. She skillfully moved her fingers around her pussy lips teasing them at first and then plunging her fingers into her pussy. She found her clit then and started to rub it in a circular motion. "Oh yes! Deeper!" she heard Karen cry as Heather played with her pussy. 

Kent leaned forward and moved his hand from Karen's hip to her pussy lips. He then aggressively started to finger her while he was still pushing in her ass from behind. "OH GOD!" Karen yelled as Kent continued his assault on her body. 

Heather moved her free hand to her tits and started to rub them through her nightshirt. She pulled and teased her nipples as she continued finger fucking herself. Memories of Kent and her fucking at the bar flooded through her mind as she watched Kent fuck her sister. "OH Please Harder!" Heather heard Karen begging.

"Let me help you with that." Suddenly a voice whispered in her ear. Heather jumped with surprise at the sudden interruption. She turned her head hurriedly and saw John standing directly behind her. She had been so distracted watching Kent and Karen that she hadn't even heard him approach, "Some great spy I am" she thought to herself. Suddenly, John's hand slide up under her nightshirt slipped into her panties and put his hand over top of hers and she was playing with her pussy. His other hand grabbed her breasts and pulled her strongly against him. His crotch grinded roughly against her ass and she felt his rock hard dick rubbing against her ass cheeks. "You should not have to do this all by yourself when there is such a willing participant so close to you." He whispered again coolly in her ear. 

"John, we can't." she protested lamely as she was already grinding her ass harder into his crotch. She was too far gone to fight him off and she knew it. "OH, YES!" she heard Karen yelling from the other room. 

"They look so hot don't they?" John asked as her moved Heather's hand out of the way and slipped his fingers into her hot pussy, easily finding her clit. Together they watched her sister and his brother enjoy anal sex. "They go at it a few times a week, but they have been even more active the past couple of nights. Why do you think that is?" He was rubbing her pussy harder and faster now. 

Heather reached back behind her and slipped her hand into John's silky boxers that he was wearing. She grabbed his iron hard cock and it pulsated under her touch. She felt some pre-cum at the tip of his cock head and used it as lubrication as she quickly started to stroke him up and down. "Um" she heard him whisper. "OH!" she heard Karen cry in the other room. She stroked John's cock hard and fast, loving the feel on his smooth skin on her hand.

Kent was now working a furious pace, driving his cock into Karen's ass. "Oh God, I am coming!" Karen yelled as she threw her ass against Kent's crotch. Karen bucked wildly and Kent pumped ferociously. "OH,OH,OH,OH,OH!!" Karen's head flew back and she bit her lip as her body exploded in orgasm. Her body shook violently and Kent continued pumping. 

John's hands worked there magic on Heather's pussy and she could feel the familiar feeling of orgasm approaching. John's cock in her hand was also ready to blow, she jerked him even harder and faster. Her orgasm built until it exploded and wracked her body with incredible pleasure. John grabbed and pulled and her clit and nipples as the orgasm coursed through her body. He nibbled slight on her neck as her body quaked. 

Heather never slowed and continued to jerk John. She looked up and saw Kent pulling out of Karen's ass and jerk his angry bulging dick. "AH!!!!" he yelled until he erupted in cum all over Karen's back. John apparently saw this as well, his body tensed and he too exploded in his boxers. "Um" he whispered once more in her ear and she felt his cum draping the inside of his boxers, dripping over her hand. She felt his dick pulse and they stayed frozen for a moment enjoying the experience. She jerked him softly letting the cum and orgasm fade. After a few moments, Heather turned and John's fingers slipped out of her satisfied pussy. She looked John in the eye, brought her cum covered hand up to her mouth and licked the cum off of one of her fingers. She then leaned in and gave him a long kiss, letting her tongue and his cum flow in their mouths. "I should sleep well now. Thanks for the help" she said as she broke the kiss. She quickly tuned and walked to her room. She leered sexily at John with a smirk on her lips as she closed and locked her bedroom door.



The next morning breakfast was quiet. Kent and Karen both seemed lost in their thoughts and shared a few knowing smirks. John was almost out the door when Heather came downstairs. With his jacket in his hand he shared a brief smile and "good bye" and was out the door. Heather watched him leave and was surprised to see him drive away in a Red 2005 Ford Mustang. "Nice car" she commented to Kent and Karen as she watched John drive away. 

"Yeah, goes to show you they will give a lease to anyone these days." Kent replied. "How a kid with no credit and without much income can get one of those babies has me scratching my head. I have to go talk to the dealer to see what I can get. I am still driving around in my stinking 95 Accord. Think with my credit and income I can qualify for a Rolls? " Kent joked . 

"Where was he headed to in such as rush?" Heather asked. 

"He had to meet his school advisor today. He was going to make a later appointment, but since we are taking the kids to the museum today I told him not to worry about it. Are you excited about spending some quality time with the kids?" Karen questioned. 

"Definitely" Heather replied. She really was looking forward to some quality time with her niece and nephew. They barely knew her and she felt bad about that. Also, she had been thinking about possibly having kids in the future and thought this might give her a gauge of her parenting skills. 

Karen came up next to Heather and whispered "Hey, maybe later tonight after the kids are asleep we can try out our clothes from our little shopping spree and tease these guys a little bit." Karen giggled. Heather nodded and giggled back, but thoughts of last night's encounter with John flashed into her mind. She better watch how much she teased him, it might go even farther then they planned. 





John parked his car in Stilleto's parking lot. He was paged to come in to pick up a package for delivery. "He would probably have to bring it all the way across town, but being a carrier for the mob was much better that sitting in a College public speaking class. The money he was making here was 2 times what he would make with a college education anyway" he thought. 

As he entered Stilleto's he was surprised to see Mr. Abegetti waiting for him by the bar waiving him over. 

"Johnnie! Glad you could make it in my boy" Abegetti snarled with a sarcastic tone. He then reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun pressing it against John's right temple. "Now, what can you tell me about a pretty little stripper that left her with your brother the other night!??!"

Next chapter: Mr. Abegetti gets nasty while things get heated up back in the suburbs.