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 ï>¿Lust for Revenge by Brummie

   From an original idea by Lex Luthor.

   (Anyone who thinks the basic premise bears a passing resemblance to
every Matt Helm, Derek Flint and eighteen of the Twenty odd Bond films is
entirely co- incidental or because they nicked the idea from us first, so
there)

   Dear reader,

   I feel it is incumbent on me to issue this WARNING to you before you
embark on Jenny's latest adventure.  I have to tell you this story contains
......I can hardly bring myself to say it.....a character with a northern
accent.  There I've said it.  If you are of a sensitive nature or suffer
from a northern phobia then I beg you, read no further.  If, however, you
take the risk and then start to experience unusual symptoms such as a
desire to buy a large flat cap, keep a Whippet or eat a Homing Pigeon then
visit your Doctor as soon as possible.  Treatments and therapy are now
available.

   But seriously you'd think that after subjecting Jenny to a northerner
she could take the rest of the depraved sexual shenanigans with ease.  But
she can't.  This is by far the strongest story I've ever written.  You
should know my style by now.  In this story Jenny gets hurt and Suki gets
hurt.  If you think this is not for you then don't read it.

   Consider yourself warned.

   The Prologue.

   The Pontifract Pickle factory exploded sending sheets of flame into the
night sky.  Inside Jenny bolted away from the flames toward safety.  The
Master criminal she had tracked to the facility screamed out loudly 'No!'
and turned the other way into the smoke and devastation.  His life's work
was going up in flames.  In his desperation he staggered through the thick
black smoke, hands outstretched, trying to find the glass phials by touch
alone while nearly coughing his lungs out.  The flames raced through the
structure until they reached a collection of Butane cylinders.  Within
seconds they erupted and the rest of the factory was engulfed by the
conflagration.

   Jenny stood on a nearby hillock watching the fire until the factory's
roof finally caved in sending sparks high into the black sky.  Flashing
blue lights and sirens were approaching fast.

   She'd planted the timed charges before entering the factory to
investigate and had been captured by two guards both of whom were
spectacular Scandinavian looking blonde women sporting huge guns (and they
carried weapons as well).  By the time the factory exploded the Master
Criminal and the pair had enjoyed nearly half an hour of R & R with Jenny's
body.  This was the reason she now stood shivering, stark bollock naked and
covered head to toe with whipped cream.  It squished delightfully between
her thighs and butt cheeks as she walked.  Eventually a fireman found her
and after making sure she was uninjured found her a coat to wear although
he insisted on washing off as much of the cream as possible before he'd let
her put it on.

   Six months later...

   The hubbub in the chamber created by nearly six hundred men and women
gradually subsided as Sir Alistair Fancourt rose from his red leather front
bench seat and approached the Dispatch box.  'Once again' he began in his
usual upper-class, slightly condescending tone.  'The member opposite has
failed to grasp the simple concept of this bill'.  His voice faltered on
the last word so he reached down to a glass of water on the table at his
side and took a sip.  He then resumed his dissection of his opponent with
cool distain.  As the speech continued those bothering to observe him
noticed a growing nervous twitch.  He began shifting from one foot to the
other, and pressing forward against the table.  His speech became more
stilted and hesitant.  Eventually he stopped altogether and stared into
space.  After a few seconds the members of both sides of the House of
Commons were stunned into open mouthed silence as Her Majesties Prime
Minister of Great Britain and the Commonwealth whipped out his cock and
began to masturbate furiously.



   Chapter 1.

   Agent Jenny Richards, Id Number 382436, was sitting in a small office at
HQ reading a report when she received the order to go and see Commander
Holt.  It was the debriefing of Svetlana Rostov the KGB double of Jenny the
Russians had tried to infiltrate into MI6.  Her pretty face was screwed up
with concentration as she read.  Every now and then her tongue would
protrude when she came to a particularly long word while her finger traced
across the page following the sentences.  Jenny was looking her usual self,
long blonde hair framing a beautiful elfin face.  Her eyes slightly larger
than normal.  A body any woman would kill for with long athletic legs, a
flat tummy and enormous gravity defying bazookas.  In short, the face of an
angel, the body of a porn star and the IQ of a teapot.

   Commander Holt, Late of Her Majesties Royal Navy, sat behind his huge
oak desk as Jenny entered his office.  His eyes crinkled with pleasure at
the sight of his most attractive agent.  Time seemed to slow as she flowed
toward him, her hair floating over her shoulders, her light summer dress
pinching her waist in and emphasizing her hips, her chest bouncing softly
as she walked.  The office safe contained one of Holts most treasured
possessions.  Not many people knew that his office was constantly monitored
by a CCTV camera.  Just such a camera had a while back captured Jenny in a
cat fight with herself (Svetlana) both girls ripping off each others
clothing until they were down to their underwear.  The subsequent
'investigation' by Suki that had revealed the true Jenny and best of all
the resulting lesbian sex session between Suki and Jenny on his office
carpet.

   'Take a seat Agent Richards'.  She sat facing him, crossing her legs
showing off her perfect nylon covered calves.  He spotted a seam running up
the back of her leg indicating she was wearing stockings.  The image of
Jenny in just shear black nylons, suspender belt, high heels and nothing
else but a smile flashed into his mind.  After a few pleasant seconds he
mentally shook himself and began.  'I have another assignment for you'. 
You may have heard whispers of an incident that occurred in the House of
Commons.  I can tell you that the PM was drugged.  His drinking water we
think.  The Lab boys have found a foreign substance but can't identify it.
D-Orders were served on the newspapers and all TV and video footage seized
so we've managed to keep it quiet.

   An ultimatum was received by the Government threatening to put the drug
into the drinking water of a large town if an incredible amount of money
isn't transferred to a Swiss Bank account within one week.  We were asked
to investigate urgently so I sent in our best man, Carstaires.  He was
found in the gutter in Soho last night.  He's in a sanitarium now, a
gibbering wreck.  The Doctors think he'll recover eventually but he's not
been able to give us much help.  'Do they know what happened Sir' asked
Jenny.  'They think he's been drugged, probably with the same substance as
the PM.  It appears to be some sort of aphrodisiac.  The PM only took a sip
and he was aroused for the best part of four hours.  Carstaires has been
erect since we found him eighteen hours ago.  He's tied to his bed now to
stop him hurting himself.  Without the restraints he'd probably have
masturbated himself to death by now'.

   Holt continued.  'Carstaires has been mostly incoherent but we've
managed to discern a couple of clues from his ramblings.  He kept saying
'lust' which is hardly surprising given his state of mind and he's also
given us the name of a club in Soho.  A very specialized club.  We've
checked the membership and identified one person who's known to us.  He's
been approached and he's agreed to help.  He was reluctant at first but for
some reason suddenly changed his mind.  Your mission, Agent Richards, is to
infiltrate this club and see if you can find any more clues as to the
origin of the drug and who's peddling it.  'Yes Sir' said Jenny with
patriotic fervor.  'You will meet the contact tonight, Professor Q will
take you to the rendezvous.  He's probably got some gadgets that could
help. 'Thank you Sir' said Jenny as she rose to leave.

   Later that evening Jenny and Professor Q sat in the back of a Transit
van parked by the road side in Soho.  Jenny fidgeted nervously on the seat
that extended down one side, the Professor sat on an identical bench on the
opposite side.  'Now Jenny' started the Professor.  'I have the rest of
your briefing here and a couple of pieces of equipment'.  'This is the
standard agent wrist watch.  Usual features.  Laser beam cutter, Garroting
wire, high power magnet Also this hair clip.  It's a stun grenade.  Anyone
within twenty feet will be disorientated for about a minute if you press it
like this.  It has a five second delay.  Jenny put on the watch then
gathered her long blonde hair together and used the clip to fix it in a
pony tail.

   'Now the club.  As the Commander told you it's a very special type of
gentleman's club.  'Uh Oh' thought Jenny.  'Here it comes'.  'It's called
the Whips and Chains Club'.  'I knew it' Jenny thought.  'It caters for men
and women who take pleasure in bondage, domination, submission and
masochism'.  'You don't say' Jenny added to herself.  'You will be allowed
admittance as the sub of the contact.  He was most insistent'.  Jenny
blanched at the professors words but a little guilty tingle also tightened
her stomach.  'You know what may happen inside'.  'I've got a bloody good
idea' she thought.' As a sub you will be at the mercy of the Dominants. 
They tend to prey on them and pass them round.  Ropes and discomfort will
almost certainly be involved'.  'Oh' said Jenny wide eyed her lips wet and
glistening.  'In the worst cases the doms can get carried away and some
subs suffer wounds that need treatment.  We can't have you being
incapacitated so the Firm had me develop a cream.  It deadens the skin and
provides some protection to blows and has some healing qualities'.  'Oh
good' said Jenny.  'Give it here and I'll apply it' she said holding out
her hand.  'Er...It's not quite that simple.  If you put it on your hands
you'll lose all feeling in your fingers and that's not good.  You may need
to do some delicate work like cracking a safe for instance.  'So how do I
apply it then?'.  The Professor looked sheepish.  'Er...You don't. 
Err...I...I'll have to do it' he said quietly.  Jenny looked at him.  She
thought back to the report she had read earlier in the day.  Svetlana had
gone into graphic detail on how she had been molested at almost every turn
when she'd tried to infiltrate MI6 HQ.  All, that is, except for the time
she'd seduced the Professor.  He'd thought that she was Jenny.  She had
told her interrogators that he had been the most experienced, gentle and
tender lover she'd ever had.

   'Alright' said Jenny her voice quivering slightly.  What do we do?'
'Well I have to apply the cream to your skin, the parts that are probable
going to be targeted the most'.  Jenny hesitated then stood up in the
restricted space and turned her back to the Professor.  'Unzip me please'.
The Professor reached forward with trembling fingers and slowly pulled the
zip on the back of Jenny's dress down to her waist.  The sides of the dress
gaped open and revealed the strap of her white bra.  She shrugged the dress
from her shoulders, dropped it to the floor before stepping out and placing
it on the bench.  She waited.  'I think you'll have to remove the panties
as well' said the Professor, his voice not quite as steady as before. 
'That's likely to be the prime target I'm afraid'.  Jenny stood rigid for a
few seconds then silently hooked her thumbs into each side and lowered her
panties to her ankles, giving the Professor a spectacular view as her
hairless pussy peeped out between her thighs.  She put them on the top of
her dress and lay face down on the other bench seat.  'Thank you Jenny,
I'll be as quick as I can'.  The professor knelt by jenny's hips and
flipped aside her hair.  Then he unclipped her bra strap baring her entire
back.

   In the dim light he looked down at the amazing body of Jenny Richards.
Her long slender back, perfect peach like buttocks and endless legs.  He
took a tube from his pocket, un-capped it and squeezed out a generous gooey
dollop of gloop on to his palm.  He wiped his hands together and reached
forward placing them on Jenny's shoulders.  Her body trembled as he
smoothed his hands down applying the anesthetic cream.  He slowly massaged
up and down Jenny's back until the cream was absorbed.  He re-loaded and
shuffled further down her body.  Jenny gasped as he seized a cheek of her
bottom in each hand.  Round and round he rubbed.  Occasionally spreading
her open so her puckered anus winked at him.  He re-loaded again and re-did
her bottom this time a long finger smoothed slowly up and down between each
cheek.  Jenny lay perfectly still to start with but the treatment was
getting her aroused.  Svetlana was right.  The Professor knew exactly were
to stroke and was driving her quietly nuts.  His hands continued down and
started to massage her thighs.  He dipped down between them and then upward
just catching her pussy each time he withdrew.

   'There' said the Professor.  'Turn over please Jenny'.  Taken by
surprise Jenny started to turn.  'Hey...haven't you done enough?'.  'I'm
sorry but you know how your other, err...assets are such an attraction'. 
He said nodding meaningfully to her chest.  'These people won't be gentle.
It's your choice'.  He waited, almost holding his breath while Jenny turned
over the alternatives in her mind.  Eventually she sighed and completed the
turn until she lay face up.  The Professor reached forward and hooked his
fingers under the strap of Jenny's bra and pulled.  Jenny hung on to the
wispy garment for a second before allowing him to expose her twins.  Even
the professor was taken aback.  Svetlana's copies were good but the real
thing was magnificent.  Even in the dim light he drank in Jenny's mammoth
pink tipped breasts.  In the cool air her nipples crinkled and grew as she
practically felt the professor's laser beam gaze burning into them.

   After a few seconds he shook himself and loaded up his palms with gloop.
Placing his hands against the outside of each breast he pressed inward
forcing Jenny's flesh together into a single giant double nippled tit then
began massaging the cream into her bosom.  Jenny's eyes shone and her lips
quivered as the professors knowing touch sent wonderful sensations through
her mammaries.  As he molded her breasts the pleasure raised her level of
arousal.  Again he re-loaded and intensified his massage becoming more
forceful as he manipulated her body.  Jenny closed her eyes then groaned as
he gripped both her large rubbery nipples between finger and thumb and
twirled them round.  He squeezed and pulled her areolas until she could
stand it no longer.  She reached up and pulled the professors face down to
hers and kissed him deeply.  Her other hand grabbed his wrist and pushed
his hand down her body.  The professor needed no further prompting.  He
French kissed Jenny their tongues intertwining feverishly.  His right hand
roughly mauled her tit pinching her nipple hard.  His left hand flowed down
her stomach and over her pubic bone cupping her pussy.  He rubbed her lips
until they spread wide.  A long boney middle finger forced it's way between
them and invaded her.  It was soon joined by a second and they took up a
rhythm thrusting in and pulling out.  All semblance of gentleness lost now
the professor masturbated Jenny Richards harder and deeper, his fingers
whipping in and out until her body stiffened and she groaned into his
mouth, orgasming.  His fingers kept thrusting unmercifully, forcefully
extracting the maximum pleasure from her body, keeping her at the peak of
ecstasy until her locked muscles gradually subsided.

   They remained holding each other for a few minutes until the professor
realised the time and removed Jenny's arm from around his neck.  'Come on
Agent Richards' he said, all businesslike now.  'Time for you to make the
rendezvous'.  Jenny slowly rose and began to dress.  She could feel parts
of her body beginning to deaden as the cream took effect.  She and the
professor climbed out of the back of the van and stood facing each other.
He reached for her face and kissed her tenderly on the cheek.  'Be
careful'. 'I will professor'.  Jenny hugged him then turned and walked
toward the club doorway.

   As she neared the non-descript entrance she could see a tall figure
waiting in the shadows.  So dark that she couldn't make out his face.  A
very strange password had been arranged at his insistence.  'I'm looking
for a master' said Jenny in a whisper to the figure.  'I'm very masterful
myself' answered the shadow.  'I need someone to dominate me' recited
Jenny. 'I'm very dominating' replied the figure slowly.  Jenny gulped and
said the final part 'I need to be severely disciplined'.  The figure moved
forward gradually coming into the light.  She gasped, as once again she
looked up into the dark, saturnine features of Giles Stern.  Smirking he
said 'I've been thinking of little else since we last met, Mrs.  Richards'.




   Chapter 2.

   'Stern, you perverted bastard' exclaimed Jenny.  'You're the contact?'
'Now, now my dear.  I suggest you show more respect to the only person who
can get you into this club.  You're going to have to realise your place if
you want my co- operation'.  He stared down at her and waited.  Jenny
wrestled with herself.  She considered storming off but eventually came to
the conclusion that if she refused to work with him the mission was lost.
Stern watched as gradually she resigned herself to her fate.  He smiled
broadly.  'Got the bitch' he thought.

   'What do we do then'.  asked Jenny.  'I'll take you in as my sub.  You
do know what a sub is, don't you?' 'Yes' said Jenny.  'A submissive.  I'm
supposed to enjoy you dominating me, follow your orders, submit to your
every desire'.  'Good, because I have many desires' he said almost
salivating.  'I've dreamt of the day I'd have you in my power again'. 
Malevolence dripped from his voice as he said the words.  'I was shocked
when I was approached to help Her Majesties Secret Service.  Of course I'm
as patriotic as the next man and I would have helped anyway, he lied.  But
imagine my surprise when they said my partner would be Agent Jenny
Richards. The one person I've dreamt of meeting delivered right into my
hands once more'.

   'Here's the deal.  Your body is mine for one hour.  You obey my every
command to the letter, you play the part.  After that you're free to do
your spying bit.  No negotiation.  Take it or leave it.  Agreed?'.  Jenny
hesitated once again.  The man was a disgusting degenerate and she had a
good idea what he would demand of her.  She could see much pain and
humiliation in her very near future.  'Can you be trusted to keep your end
of the bargain?'.  He smiled coldly.  'Maybe.  You'll just have to take
that chance won't you'.  She had no choice.  None whatsoever.  He'd got her
over a barrel.  Maybe literally soon.  'Agreed' she replied quietly.

   A knock and password gained entrance to the club.  The door gave way to
a dingy hallway which led to a second door.  A further knock and after
they'd been studied through a swiveling security camera they were admitted
to the inner sanctum.  The first thing that hit Jenny was the horrible
smell of rubber, latex, leather and sweat combined.  Next was the decor. 
All flock wallpaper and subdued lighting.  A receptionist dressed in black
greeted Stern addressing him as Sir, the whole while totally ignoring
Jenny. 'This is Angel' he said indicating Jenny.  'Are the twins in
tonight?' 'Yes Sir'.  'Find them for me, tell them I've brought a new
recruit'.  'Yes Sir' said the receptionist before rushing off.  'Angel?'
said Jenny.  'Yes, no real names here.  Most patrons prefer their
anonymity'.  Less than a minute later Jenny saw two women approach them. 
Twins was the right word.  They were identical in body and in dress.  Both
wore the same leather mask, Basque, stockings and boots.  Both were tall,
about 5ft 10 with short black hair and strong muscular bodies.  'This is
Angel' said Stern.  'Angel, these are Satan's Twins, Whip and Lash'.  Jenny
shuddered at the introduction and almost broke and ran.  'Take her, prepare
her and bring her to me in the Black room.

   Jenny was led to a room lined with shelving and containing four large
wardrobes.  The shelves held pieces of bondage paraphernalia, masks, dog
collars, cuffs, leg irons, gags of all designs and sizes.  In the wardrobes
hung lots of different pieces of clothing.  Rubber or latex underwear,
Basques, teddies, suspenders, stockings.  The footwear was exclusively
black patent leather and usually high heeled.

   Beside Jenny, Whip and Lash there were three other women already in the
room.  They looked round as they entered and stared openly at Jenny. 
'Strip' ordered Whip.  Jenny sighed and removed the trench coat she had
been wearing.  Trembling fingers unbuttoned her white blouse from the top
down then she pulled it from her skirt and put it with the coat.  The
interest level in the room rose as her overflowing bra was revealed.  The
five watching women looked at her the hunger showing in their eyes.  She
un-zipped the side of her skirt and dropped it to her ankles.  She stood
before them in white bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings her arms
crossed over her self shivering with apprehension.  'All the way' said
Whip. Jenny hesitated.  'DO IT' shouted Whip 'or I'll flay your hide'. 
Jenny unclipped the belt and rolled the stockings down her legs.  Then
reached round and unclipped her bra.  An audible sigh escaped the watchers
as her breasts were exposed.  The panties followed and she faced them again
with her arms criss crossed covering herself but this time completely naked
and defenseless.

   Whip smiled and advanced.  One of the other women whispered in her ear
as she passed but she only answered 'Later maybe'.  She surveyed Jenny. 
'What did the woman want?' asked Jenny.  'Address me as Mistress, or you'll
be punished'.  Jenny thought she was going to get punished anyway but
repeated the question in a more subservient tone.  'Would you tell me what
the lady asked of you Mistress?'.  'She wanted to know if they could play
with you'.  'Play?' gulped Jenny.  'Like games'.  'Yes, of a sort' replied
Whip slowly.

   'Now how would the Master like you' she mused.  'Demure or fiery, black
or white, innocent or slut' she murmured to herself.  She slowly walked
along the shelves until she spotted the first item she wanted.  A red
studded two inch leather collar.  She buckled it around Jenny's throat and
added a tiny padlock at the back.  That wasn't coming off without help. 
She then selected a red lace Basque, one with only the base of the bra
section.  This went round Jenny cinching in her waist, emphasizing her wide
hips and buttocks while leaving her breasts supported and presented but
most importantly exposed.  A set of red stockings and a suspender belt and
black four inch heels with straps that buckled round her ankles were added.
The watchers eyed her fantastic lace clad figure enviously.  They were
envious of Jenny for owning such a pneumatic body and doubly envious of the
Master or Mistress who was to use her first.  A first-time virginal sub was
a rarity indeed but one this beautiful was a once in a lifetime
opportunity.

   Lash approached Jenny from behind.  She jumped as an arm was wrapped
about her holding her arms by her sides.  A second arm reached round her
and a latex gloved middle finger pressed between her pussy lips.  'How
about a little bit of lust my dear' whispered Lash, her lips almost
touching Jenny's ear.  Some form of lubrication made entry easy and the
finger surged into her love canal.  It pumped in and out reaming her soft
pink innards for a minute before it withdrew and Lash released her.  Jenny
almost missed the awkwardly phrased sentence as her pussy was invaded.  But
as she rocked back and forth under the pumping digit she thought
'Lust?...lust...a bit of lust.  Didn't Carstaires mention lust.  My God
these Twins must be involved somehow'.  Before being led out they added the
final touches to her outfit.  A tiny pair of red leather thong panties and
some soft Velcro cuffs which were wrapped around her wrists, elbows and
ankles.  The clips and rings on them allowed any cuff to be joined to any
other as well as the collar or any of the many different, ingenious and
scary pieces of apparatus dotted throughout the club.

   Lash clipped a lead to Jenny's collar.  'The Master awaits' she said
ominously.  A tug and Jenny was again led through the club.  Many people
were occupied with there own games but some stopped as Jenny passed to
stare at the Angel of loveliness being led to her doom.  As they walked
Jenny just caught Whip saying to Lash 'We going to Esparta soon?'.  Lash
shushed her and they said no more.  Past the Red door, the Green door, they
arrived at the room with a black door.  Inside Giles Stern waited for her.
He had dressed himself in a loose black shirt, black trousers and boots.

   Jenny was led to stand in front of him.  She remembered her part of the
agreement and kept her gaze down and her arms clasped behind her.  He
examined her closely.  Exactly as he remembered her the last time she'd
been in his power'.  That time had ended very badly for him but now was his
time for revenge.

   'Kneel and worship your Master' ordered Whip.  'What?'.  'Kneel' replied
Whip pressing her down.  'Now worship your Master'.  Jenny looked round at
her frowning.  'Worship?'.  A familiar buzz of a zipper being dragged down
sounded next to her ear and she turned back to see Sterns open fly right in
front of her face.  'Oh, that sort of worship' she thought.  'You Bastard
Stern, you're really going to make me pay aren't you'.  Lash reached in to
Sterns trousers and extracted his dick which resembled a small pallid slug
at the moment.  Jenny could see the livid red scar down one side that he'd
received the last time they'd met.  Lash pumped and squeezed him until he
rose to a mediocre size.  'He's no Horace the Horse' thought Jenny.

   'Now' Whip whispered in her ear.  'Open wide'.  Jenny compressed her
lips together, refusing.  'TWACK' obey or it's the crop for you'.  A
furious Jenny blushed deeply but grudgingly opened her mouth wide and
waited for the inevitable.  If only she'd gargled with some of the
professors cream.

   'Good Slave' taunted Whip.  A hand on the back of her head pushed slowly
forward and gradually Giles Sterns erect cock slid between her soft pink
lips.  He rested on her tongue for few seconds as Jenny closed her lips
about him.  She began bobbing her head but Whip stopped her.  'Slowly
slave, savour the taste, the texture of your Masters manhood.  Use your
tongue' she commanded.  Jenny swirled her tongue round and round the head
of the penis in her mouth over the contours then down the shaft feeling the
veins now engorged and standing out.

   Stern closed his eyes and groaned.  Jenny worked his dick bringing into
play all the skills she'd learned, sometimes forcibly, over the past few
years.  Whip pushed until Jenny took up the rhythm.  The now stiff angry
cock began thrusting more and more urgently, deeper and deeper until she
thought she might retch.  Stern began to rock as he neared climax.

   Jenny could feel him tightening and started to pull away but he grabbed
her by the hair holding her steady until he grunted and she tasted the
familiar salty goodness on her tongue.  'Blimey he must have been saving
himself' she thought as he ejaculated four more good spurts into her. 
Stern kept thrusting until Jenny had sucked him dry then slowly withdrew.
Exhausted he flopped back on to a chair to rest for a minute.  Jenny
glowered silently at him, the aftertaste of him still in her mouth and
throat, silently vowing revenge.

   Presently Stern rose and pulled Jenny to her feet.  'Time for more fun
and games Angel and only fifty minutes to go.  Look around.  Where do you
suggest we start'.  Jenny gazed at the manacles hanging on the wall, she
certainly didn't want that.  A rack was also out, likewise a set of stocks.
'Couldn't we just talk' she asked hopefully.  He laughed out loud.  'Pick
one' he said severely.  Jenny already knew were she'd end up from her
experience of Giles Sterns leanings.  A padded leather horse was central in
the room.  About three feet high with sturdy wooded legs.  Each leg with
many fixing points for the cuff clips she wore.  Meekly she pointed.  'Very
good choice Angel, after you'.

   Jenny stopped before the device.  'God I'm going to enjoy this' Stern
whispered in her ear.  Over you go bitch' he ordered.  'Will we need the
cuffs or will you behave?' 'I'll co-operate with your sordid little game,
just you keep your end of the deal' she whispered harshly back.  Moving
forward Jenny draped herself over the leather padding, gripped the legs on
the other side and waited, trembling with fear but tinged with just a
little bit of excitement.

   Stern studied her upturned peachy round buttocks.  He softly stroked
them for a minute remembering the shape and texture from their last
encounter before hooking his thumbs into the red thong panties and slowly
drawing them down her legs, removing the last bit of protection between him
and her womanhood.  He placed a chair behind her and sat down.  'Wider' he
ordered tapping the inside of her thighs.  'Wider, more, a bit more'. 
Jenny's ankles were about three feet apart as Stern moved the chair forward
until his knees were between hers.  He surveyed the sight before him.  Her
buttocks were spread by the wide open stance and he stared straight at
Jenny's hairless pussy.  He began with his usual modus operandi.  Soft
strokes until he felt ready then raised his hand high and slashed it down
onto her right ass cheek.  He usually got a scream, sometimes an 'Ow', at
least an indrawn breath but he got nothing.  No reaction at all.  The
professors cream was a fantastic success.  Jenny hardly felt a thing.

   Stern flailed away at her butt for all he was worth.  It gradually
turned pink then red but still no reaction.  By now he could usually
guarantee tears but the only reaction he got was when he ran his thumb up
between the lips of her pussy.  He tweaked her clit and she jerked.  He
slashed away at her backside until his arm ached and the sweat dripped from
his brow before giving up.  He rose and Jenny stood up an turned to face
him.

   Stern stood looking down at her, mortified.  He'd hoped to see the pain,
the torment in her face.  He'd hoped for tears, for humiliation, mostly for
capitulation.  All he could see was a cool smile.  It was driving him mad.
Then Jenny made a terrible mistake.  'That the best you can do' she taunted
him smirking.

   His face turned purple.  He looked like he was going to explode.  He
looked over to the Twins who had been watching his performance and nodded.
Quick as a flash they seized one of Jenny's arms each holding her.  'Over
the other way' he ordered.  Jenny was dragged over to the horse and pushed
over it, this time face up.  The cuffs would definitely be needed this time
and they made sure she was stretch to the full and immobile.  Stern
approached.  'Your bum may be tougher than it looks but there are other
vulnerable spots.  'SLAP' he spanked her pussy full on.  Jenny jerked and
moaned.  'SLAP, SLAP' Stern reached down and gripped her pussy lips and
squeezed cruelly.  Jenny moaned and wriggled in her restraints.  'SLAP,
SLAP'.  Her pussy was now a deep pink and getting redder.  'SLAP', SLAP'.
Stern stopped spanking her pussy, gripped her clit and twisted it until she
howled.

   'I'll teach you to spoil my fun' he spat at her.  'You broke our
agreement so the deals off'.  Stern raised his voice and said, Girls, she's
yours.  Do what you want, no limits, just make her suffer.  After that
she's open house for anyone who wants her.  Whip and Lash smiled as broadly
as a sharks and advanced on the defenseless agent.  'Lets have a little
sweet before the sour' said Lash.  Whip seized Jenny's breasts and began
roughly massaging them.  Squeezing so her fingers sank deeply into the
round pink flesh.  Jamming the twin mounds together.  Jenny felt almost
nothing as the cream was still working.  Lash meanwhile licked her own lips
then lowered her head and did the same between Jenny's thighs.  Jenny
jerked as a wet stiff tongue impaled her naked, hairless, still throbbing
womanhood, pumping, thrusting.  Lips sucked voraciously seizing her erect
clit drawing it ever further out.  All of a sudden Jenny gasped.  Her
breasts had started to react.  The cream was wearing off fast.  She and the
professor had got so carried away in the van that he hadn't given her tits
enough of a covering and now she was going to pay for it.  Her massive pink
rubbery nipple suddenly erected within Whips mouth as she sucked and bit
it. Pleased with the reaction she doubled her work rate, biting and gnawing
on the peeked flesh.  She switch and began tormenting Jenny's other breast.
Jenny groaned and groaned as the twins forced her body to betray her. 
Dragging her towards climax.  The Dominatrix worked as a team as they'd so
often done to other unfortunate victims.  Bringing Jenny to within an inch
of release before relenting, letting her cool down, then starting up again.
Finally after tormenting her for nearly twenty minutes they launched a
final devastating assault.  Lash jammed three fingers into Jenny's pussy
tunnel ploughing into her depths then pistoning back and forth.  Whip bit,
sucked and mashed her tits for all she was worth.  The drug, the
stimulation, the danger, the bondage were all to much and Jenny screamed
'Ooooohhhhh GGG00000DDDD' as her body, exploding in a blinding orgasmic
climax, locked in ecstasy as the sensation rippled out from her centre to
cover her whole being.  The Twins kept pumping, sucking, gnawing keeping
her at the pinnacle until her body could cum no more.

   With Jenny in a post orgasmic daze the clips were released and she was
pulled upright.  Lash dragged her toward the wall and the manacles hanging
there.  All the better to show her exactly why they had adopted their club
names.  The chinking of the chains penetrated her hazy mind just as the
steel touched her wrist.  She quickly yanked her arm free and reached up to
her hair, pulled the clip free, twisted and threw it.  She dived behind the
medieval rack and covered her ears.  Seconds later the stun grenade
exploded with a loud Whoomph.  Everyone in the confined space of the room
screamed, clapped their hands to their ears and collapsed.  Jenny leapt up
and picked her way between the groaning writhing bodies toward the door. 
She had at last got lucky.  Her throw had carried the small explosive
device to land at the feet of Giles Stern.  He was the only person not
covering their ears, he was to busy screaming like a little girl cradling
his crushed genitals.  Jenny would have laughed if she hadn't been so
intent on escape.  She burst out of the club into the night and ran as fast
as her long legs could carry her, stopping after rounding half a dozen
corners and hearing no pursuit, her chest heaving with relief.  After
recovering for a minute she thought 'Hmmm, now, how do I get back to HQ
dressed like this, in the middle of the London Red Light district and with
no knickers on'.

   Jenny walked in to HQ some time later wrapped in a smelly old Donkey
Jacket a friendly builder had given her.  At least he was friendly after
she'd performed a lap dance for him and he'd copped a feel a couple of
times.  After she had changed Jenny was de-briefed by Holt in his office.
She confided in him her suspicions of the Twins and that the drug might be
called 'Lust' and could be applied through the skin as well as ingested. 
She could still feel the itch in her vagina from the vestiges of it.  She
also told him of the strange word she remembered overhearing, 'Esparta'. 
Holt had no idea what it meant but after some searching it turned out to be
the name of a Private Clinic outside London that specialized in skin and
nerve conditions.  'Just the sort of place with the right facilities for
synthesizing a drug, don't you think?' Holt ask her.  'Yes Sir, can you get
me in do you think?'.



   Chapter 3

   It didn't take MI6 long to conjure up a tame Doctor to refer Jenny as an
emergency patient to the Esparta Clinic.  The next day she was admitted,
taken to a private room and told to change into her sleeping attire.  The
Professor had given her a special bag with clothes and a few gadgets he
thought she might find useful including the 'Homing Panties' he'd
perfected. The Agency had concocted a cover story of a trip to Africa
resulting in an unknown skin condition that required investigation.  'The
Doctor will be along shortly to ask you a few questions' she was informed.
Jenny stripped down to her birthday suit and went to the bag for her
nightgown only to find a thin translucent sexy negligee and matching thong
panties.  She sighed and put them on then covered herself with a large
white toweling robe.

   Not long after there was a knock at the door and a handsome young man in
a white coat with a stethoscope round his neck entered.  'Mrs.  Richards?'
enquired the handsome Doctor as he read from the chart he was carrying. 
'Yes' replied Jenny.  He nodded and proceeded to ask her about her 'trip'
to Africa, where she'd visited, what she'd eaten, had see been bitten by
any insects or animals, what her symptoms were.  She answered him sticking
to the background MI6 had provided.  Finally the Doctor said 'Right, now
just a quick examination and I can start the testing.  Please remove your
robe'.  'Damn' Jenny thought she was hoping he wouldn't ask just that. 
Slowly she loosened the belt and dropped the robe.  The Doctors eyes lit up
at the sight.  Starting at the bottom his eyes raked up her long slender
athletic legs past her knees to her supple tanned thighs.  Wide hips with
at there centre a tiny wisp of gauzy material barely covering her
womanhood. The negligee ended just above her hips but failed to hide almost
any part of her upper body.  A flat stomach topped by two enormous globular
breasts, the large dark nipples prominent and obvious through the lace.

   He advanced and with trembling fingers managed to take her blood
pressure and pulse.  He'd seen many pretty women in his time but Jenny took
the prize.  Finally he plugged his stethoscope in his ears and asked her to
turn round.  He lifted her negligee.  'Jesus H Christ' he thought.  It took
all his self control not to groan out load as, with the negligee raised,
the whole of Jenny's reverse side was revealed to him.  The legs that had
been sensational from the front were just as good from the back, her back
was long and slender with well defined muscles but it was the peach like
perfection of her plump buttocks totally exposed by the thong panties that
held him captivated.  She jumped as he placed the cold metal end of his
stethoscope on her back ostensibly to listen to her heart beat which was
slightly fast at the moment and slowly gazed up and down her body.  After a
couple of life times he dropped the back of her negligee and asked her to
turn again.  Jenny slowly turned until she faced him.  He could easily have
listened to her heart through the lacey top but instead he asked her to
lift it up.  She lifted the front a few inches.  'Higher Please'.  Another
couple.  'Right up please'.  Jenny sighed and lifted it above her
shoulders. The Doctor placed the stethoscope between her breasts and stood
as if listening.  He took the opportunity to gaze at her wondrous melons.
Jenny could see him drinking in her assets.  Her cheeks turned pink but her
nipples reacted and rose slightly.  The Doctor moved round to the side and
moved his stethoscope so his hand rested on her right tit.  He felt the
consistency below his palm.  'God, they're real as well' he thought.  His
hand dropped lower so the pad of his palm scrapped right across her nipple
which rose to full attention.  'Excuse fingers' he said as he cupped her
left breast and lifted it placing the stethoscope below it.  He listened
staring into space feeling her soft warm texture and weight of her flesh
resting in his hand.  He moved to her other side and repeated the
procedure. 'OK Mrs.  Richards that's it for now'.  Jenny's face had gone a
full pink at having to expose herself to the handsome Doctor and his soft
gentle manipulation of her bosom.  She dropped the negligee and quickly put
the robe back on.  'Over the next few days some nurses will be dropping in
to perform tests and take samples.  Other than that the times yours.  Good
day'.  'Thank you Doctor'.  He rushed out with his clip board held close to
the front of his trousers trying to hide the evidence of his arousal.

   Over the next couple of days she explored the clinic as best she could
without arousing suspicion.  She was glad to get out of her room as much as
she could.  A nurse had come to her and taken blood, hair and urine samples
along with clippings of her finger and toe nails.  The problem was at least
twice a day a different doctor would appear and repeat the stethoscope
procedure.  One of them had been a very pretty shy young girl who explained
she was a trainee.  She took twice as long as the others.  She was
beginning to suspect some of these tests weren't strictly necessary.

   On the third day on her wanderings she passed a tall black haired nurse
in the corridor.  Jenny didn't give her a second glance but the nurse
watched her back intently as she disappeared round a corner.  A second
nurse appeared from an office.  Whip turned to Lash and said 'We may have a
problem'.

   A quick check of the current patient list and Whip established that the
blonde she knew as 'Angel' was in fact Mrs.  Jenny Richards.  'We're going
to have to eliminate this Jenny Richards.  It's to much of a co-incidence
that she turns up at the club and then here'.  'Agreed' said Lash. 
'Luckily our club masks mean she can't recognise us.  She won't suspect
anything so we can at least make it interesting'.  A wide mirthless grin
spread across both of their hard features.

   Later that day Jenny was sitting on her bed when there was a knock on
her door.  Two nurses entered, the second one carrying a small silver box
with dials, knobs and gauges on it along with some long electric cables. 
Both nurses looked identical to Jenny.  'Blow me, another set of twins. 
They must be like buses.  None for a while then along come two sets' she
thought to herself showing her usual investigative skills and suspecting
nothing.  'Mrs.  Richards' began Nurse Whip in a fained upper-class accent.
Jenny hadn't seen their faces but she had heard their voices.  'I can tell
you all our tests have proved negative so far'.  'Oh good' said Jenny. 
'Er...no, It's not I'm afraid.  We suspect from the symptoms you've
described that you have African Epidermosis but the negative tests means we
can't prove that you don't have the disease.  We are going to have to
isolate you but don't worry it's only for about three weeks just until
we're certain you're clear' Whip said setting the trap.  'No...please. 
Can't you check again'.  Jenny could see her mission going wrong.  She
couldn't allow herself to be detained.  'I assure you all our checks are
correct.  Doing them again wouldn't give a different result'. 
'Well...aren't there any other tests you could do' pleaded Jenny
desperately seeking a way out of the predicament.  Whip looked at Lash and
started to close the trap on the unsuspecting blonde.  'Well there is the
old method but it's not very scientific and isn't encouraged now that the
modern tests have been developed'.  'Yes.  Lets do that...please'.  Jenny's
voice quivered with renewed hope.  'Well if you're sure we could give it a
try'.  'Oh yes I'll do anything'.  'Clang, the trap snapped shut.

   'I'll explain the procedure' said Whip.  There are two effects of
African Epidermosis.  The first is a deadening of the nerve endings so you
lose feeling in some parts of your body.  The second and opposite effect is
that it sensitizes the skin.  'We'll test the second of these first if you
agree?' 'Yes, yes please' begged Jenny.  Nurse Whip smiled.  'This bimbo is
begging for it'.  'Now you have to demonstrate that you have a normal
resistance to pain.  Please stand here and remove your robe.  Jenny rose
and stripped her toweling robe off and stood facing the tall black haired
nurse.  'The negligee as well please'.  Jenny blanched but pulled the lacy
garment up and over her head.  Nurse Whip looked up and down the familiar
body before her.  Any doubt she'd had that 'Angel' and Jenny Richards
weren't the same person were instantly dispelled as she again saw the
magnificent pair of tits on the blonde.  'Remember, if you show any sign of
a lowered tolerance to pain we are going to have to lock you up.  'I
understand' said Jenny.

   From behind Nurse Lash seized Jenny's earlobe and twisted.  'Ouch' Jenny
squeaked.  'Tut, tut, not a good start Mrs.  Richards.  Are you sure you
aren't feeling more sensitive?'.  'No, please I was surprised'.  'Alright
we'll start again'.  Nurse Whip reached out, seized Jenny's left nipple and
twisted it viciously.  'Owww' screeched Jenny pulling away.  'Oh dear.  You
shouldn't have reacted like that if you were clear.  I think we may have to
send for the Doctor to have you isolated'.  'No, no, please...you took me
by surprise again.  Please give me another chance.  Oh please' she pleaded
desperately.  'God, what a bimbo, this one couldn't ever spell naive, she's
begging me to hurt her' thought Whip to herself.

   'Well alright' she began sounding doubtful.  'If you're sure?'.  'Yes
please...let me try again'.  In her best dominatrix voice Whip said 'OK
we'll start slowly this time.  Stand straight, now clasp your hands behind
you.  Shoulders back.  That's a good girl.  Now look upwards'.  Jenny
frowned but followed the directions to the letter until she stood with her
enormous tits thrust out completely vulnerable and un-protected.  Nurse
Whip smirked at Lash then slowly reached forward and took Jenny's breasts
in her hands and began to stroke them gently, round and round with her
finger tips, building the tension.  She gradually manipulated Jenny's flesh
as only a woman can.  Jenny was lulled as the pleasant sensations flooded
through her mammaries until...'SLAP' Nurse Whip spanked Jenny's left
breast. The flesh rocked dramatically before settling back.  Jenny opened
her mouth to protest but caught herself just in time and only grunted. 
Whip watched closely for any sign that the blonde suspected anything but
no, she remained standing looking up while her tit turned a darker pink. 
'SLAP' the right tit received the treatment.  Jenny grimaced but stood
stock still resisting resolutely.  'SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP'.  Both breasts
rocked from side to side under the onslaught.  Jenny still resisted but a
tear appeared at the corner of her eye.  Nurse Whip administered four more
stinging blows to each reddened tit before she relented.  'Good girl' she
said 'Nearly there now'.

   Nurse Lash moved behind Jenny and reached round her seizing her left
nipple between her thumb and finger and twirled it before increasing the
pressure.  Jenny's eyes narrowed and her lips compressed as she
determinedly resisted crying out as the pain in her tit increased.  Lash
smirked as she started to lift her hand dragging Jenny's tit upward by her
nipple.  Higher and higher until the limit of the skins elasticity was
reached.  She twisted the nipple and squeezed as hard as she could.  The
pain must have been excruciating.  Just as Jenny was about to give up and
scream she released her grip and the breast sprang back settling into it's
normal shape.  Jenny groaned as blood rushed back into her tortured nipple.
It darkened and erected as if aroused.  Jenny's sucked air in.  She'd been
holding her breath as the pain had peeked.  'Very good dear' said Lash
through a cold mirthless smile.

   Lash then reached for the other nipple.  Jenny breathed in deeply and
steeled herself to resist again.  Lash began softly twirling her nipple
until it reacted and rose into a point.  Suddenly her grip tightened as she
pinched hard.  Jenny gasped at the sudden pain but resolutely refused to
crying out.  Lash pulled upward again until the breast elongated into a
cone then twisted.  Jenny's eyes closed and she grimaced as Lash twisted
and twisted harder and harder.  Jenny opened her mouth to scream just as
Lash released her tit which again sprang back into it's usual globular
shape.  Blood rush into the second tormented nipple until it matched it's
twin, dark, throbbing and pointed.

   'Well done dear' said Whip you've passed the first test.  'First'
screeched Jenny.  'Yes, now if you'd move to the end of the bed we'll
continue'.  Jenny stood at the foot of her bed.  'Turn please'.  She spun
to face the bed.  'Now bend forward'.  Jenny bent and placed her hands on
the bed her abused breasts swinging gently below her.  'Hands farther
apart' ordered Whip.  Jenny spread her hands which lowered her shoulders
until her back was horizontal.  'Now ach your back dear' said Lash pressing
down on the small of Jenny's back until she presented her buttocks high. 
'Legs further apart please'.  Jenny split her feet about two feet apart. 
'Perfect' thought Lash.  'Now Mrs.  Richards.  'It's been determined that a
normal person can take fifteen of these before experiencing undue pain.  If
you can't take fifteen we lock you away.  Is that clear'.  'Yes' said Jenny
apprehensively.  'Also the more you can bare above fifteen the more likely
it is that you aren't infected with African Epidermosis.  Do you
understand?' 'Yes' replied Jenny again.

   She waited.  Lash moved to stand to the left of Jenny's hip then raised
her right hand and brought it down in a great swinging arc.  THWACK.  Jenny
gasped as her buttocks quivered under the assault.  The first blow was far
more painful than she expected.  THWACK, THWACK.  Jenny groaned.  Her back
raised.  'Arch your back dear' said Whip pressing her down again.  Lash
swung again and again.  Jenny's ass quivered and reddened as the muscular
dominatrix spanked her.  The pain was agonizing.  What she would have given
for some of Professor Q's cream right now.  'Ten, eleven, twelve' she
silently counted off the blows.  Lash moved aside and Whip took over.  Her
fresh arm raised and delivered a slashing blow directly to the most
reddened area on Jenny's rear.  It took all of Jenny's resolve to stop her
screaming.  'Thirteen'.  THWACK.  'Fourteen'.  Whip wound up for a big one
and delivered the hardest spank her muscular body was capable of.  THWACK.

   Jenny endured eight more until she collapsed sobbing onto the bed.  'No
more please, no more'.  Whip and Lash looked down at her smirking.  'What a
bimbo' they thought.  They waited a minute then Lash seized Jenny's arm and
pulled her up.  'Well done dear I think we can safely say your skin has not
been sensitized.  We just need to check now that no parts of your body have
lost their ability to feel.  She wiped away the tears on Jenny's cheeks
then said 'You tell us if you can't feel it when we touch you'.  Red eyed
and still tearful Jenny nodded.  Nurse Lash and Nurse Whip started at the
top pulling back her blonde hair and gently licking her ears.  Jenny
wriggled at the pleasant sensations until both pairs of lips moved down to
kiss softly on her cheeks.  It never entered Jenny's confused mind to
question why the nurses were using there lips instead of, say, their
fingers.  She was just grateful they weren't giving her pain anymore.  Whip
moved to the front and applied her lips to Jenny's, sucking softly,
sensuously.  Lash lifted Jenny's hair and kissed and licked her neck. 
Jenny closed her eyes and reveled in the feelings the two nurses were
causing in her.  Lash kissed down to Jenny's shoulder then down her back.
Whip meanwhile slipped her tongue between Jenny's lips and kissed her more
deeply.  She pulled away not wanting to arouse any suspicions in the naive
blonde.  They could quite easily have overpowered her and had their way
with her but half the fun was convincing her to co-operate and actively
encourage them to torture then ravish her.  Whip headed downward.  Over her
chin until she was kissing Jenny's throat, then further down to the top of
her breasts.  She began softly kissing round Jenny's left breast.  Round
and round softly licking getting nearer and nearer to the central peak. 
Finally Whip opened her mouth wide and engulfed Jenny's whole areola and
nipple.

   Jenny groaned as the warm wet mouth sucked her flesh.  Whip sucked as
much tit flesh as she could into her mouth.  She teased and licked the
nipple extending it even more.  Teeth gently nipping.  Tongue swirling
round and round the peak.  Jenny moaned as the mouth released her and moved
across to her other breast.  Lash was now at the top of Jenny's bottom
which she began to kiss and stroke.  Whip had switched to tormenting
Jenny's right tit.  The nipple was equally sucked and teased by her knowing
tongue and lips.

   Whip kissed her way down Jenny's stomach until she reached the top of
her panties.  She hooked her thumbs into each side and lowered them down
until, mesmerized, Jenny stepped out of them and she tucked them into her
uniform pocket.  She studied the hairless slit revealed before her.  Tongue
extended she advanced until it slid over the pussy lips.  Deeper she pushed
until she was probing the love tunnel.  Jenny grabbed the head of the woman
reaming out her pussy and pushed her in harder.  Whips mouth sucked in more
of Jenny's pussy lips while her tongue teased her clit.  Behind Jenny Lash
spread her ass cheeks and buried her face between them.  Extending her
tongue she speared her anus.  The two nurses worked in tandem penetrating
Jenny front and back.  Jenny moaned and groaned as the two sucked, licked
and reamed her with increasing intensity.  Whip sucked in Jenny's clit and
attacked it with her tongue.  Jenny's arousal grew and grew as they
stimulated her body.  She was reaching the heights when all of a sudden
both women stopped dead and released her.  Jenny stood for a few seconds
not understanding why the feelings had stopped.

   'Well you've passed the third test' said Whip.  'Just one to go now'. 
Dazed in arousal Jenny stood mute as Lash began tying a bandage round her
left wrist.  She then took the bandage across Jenny's back and wound it
round her other wrist.  Back across the front this time and round the first
wrist effectively binding Jenny's arms to her sides.  A second bandage
followed the first but slightly higher up.  Jenny was becoming more aware
and tugged on her arms.  'Hey' she said wriggling 'what are you doing'. 
Whip quickly reached round Jenny and held her still.  Then she gripped her
jaw squeezing until her mouth sprang open and Lash shoved in a rolled up
bandage.  She wound another bandage round her head gagging her.  While Whip
held Jenny Lash continued with her bandaging until Jenny's entire upper
body was mummified in white except for her breasts which had been left
sticking out though the bindings.  Jenny was lowered to the bed and her
ankles tied to the bottom corners.

   While Lash plugged in the silver box she had brought in earlier Whip sat
on the bed beside Jenny and caressed her tits.  'Well Mrs.  Richards or
Angel if you prefer this is the parting of the ways for us.  We will be
going on with our plans while you will cease to be a problem any more. 
Jenny couldn't see anything as her head was completely swathed in white but
she could hear the dread words.  It's been fun matching wits with you so
we're going to make your final exit an interesting one.  Jenny wriggled
about and tried to break the bonds that held her while mewing pathetically.


   Lash approached holding a bunch of cables that lead from the silver box.
Each cable was attached to Jenny's body with black tape.  One went each
side of both of her nipples and two others attached either side of her
clit. 'This machine delivers a timed electrical charge each stronger than
the last.  It has been set low to start but in about an hour the jolt will
be enough to stop your heart.  Of course by then your darling tits and
pussy will be well and truly cooked and you'll probably be begging for
death' Whip told her malice mixed with excitement filling her voice.

   'Mmmmmm' Jenny tried to scream but the gag was to much.  'That's
interesting but we have an extra little trick for you' said Whip.  Lash had
put on a latex surgeons glove and taken out a red glass phial.  She removed
the cork and poured a trickle of the thick grease like contents onto her
finger.  She then wiped the grease onto Jenny's left nipple and spread it
round and round until it was absorbed.  The other tit received the same
treatment.  Lastly she moved down and gave Jenny's pussy a liberal covering
as well.  'More?' asked Whip.  'Why not, let her really enjoy her final
moments' said Lash and applied a second dose to Jenny's pussy this time
working her latex fingers deep inside her love canal.  Round and round,
thrusting in and out making sure the grease reached all parts of Jenny's
cunt.  Jenny wriggled but couldn't avoid the penetrating fingers.

   Once the grease was absorbed Lash switched on the box.  She turned knobs
until happy with the settings and she and Whip sat back to watch the
results of their work.  Jenny meanwhile was beginning to feel the effects
of the drug that had been worked into her flesh.  Her nipples began to fizz
and throb, her pussy to itch and moisten.  Her clit was throbbing and her
pussy prickled as the drug forced her nerve endings to fire.  She groaned
as she became even more aroused and the drug forced her higher.  The silver
box bleeped and the first electric charge fizzed down the wires.  The
initial low charge fired across both her nipples and clit.  Her body
stiffened and her back arched.  The sensation was wonderful.  Her
stimulated erogenous zones convulsed and she almost came on the spot. 
Every minute another charge blasted down the wires and into her flesh until
the level was sufficient to send her crashing over into a full blown body
wracking orgasm.  'Mmmmmmmmmmm' was the only sound she could make through
the bandage gag.  She was just coming down when the next electric charge
hit her and started her up the climb again.  Whip and Lash decided it was
time to go.  'Goodbye, Jenny Richards, enjoy the rest of your life'.  Whip
hung a sign on the outside of the door, 'Examination in progress' as they
left laughing together.

   Jenny arched and climaxed again moaning piteously.  The fizzing electric
charges were stimulating her beyond anything she had ever felt.  In twenty
minutes she had orgasmed four times.  The charge was becoming more of a
jolt now and the next orgasm was more dragged from her body than induced.
Her body locked in a rictus as the next charge blasted into her.  The
initial pleasure had turned to pain and even the LUST drug couldn't change
that.  Another orgasm was ripped from her sweat stained body, now more
exquisite agony than pleasure.  No struggling could free her, the bindings
were to tight.  The next charge hit.  Not long now.  Then another.

   A knock came at the door.  Another blast of electricity.  Her breasts
were blue streaked now, her nipples dark red and painfully erect, her
clitoris throbbing with pain.  A second knock.  'Come in damn it' Jenny
silently screamed.  The door opened a crack.  'Time to check your heart
rate again Mrs.  Richards' said a short dark man in a Doctors coat. 
'Bloody hell' he exclaimed 'What's going on here?'.  'Bleep'.  Another
blast wracked Jenny.  Her muscles locked, she reared up from the bed as her
back bent under the electric charge.  The Doctor raced over and dragged the
electric plug from the wall socket.  Jenny collapsed back, her muscles
relaxing.  Quickly he pulled the cables off her body and snipped through
the bandages holding her.

   It took Jenny an hour to recover enough to contact HQ and tell her story
but by then the Twins had disappeared and taken all evidence of their work
with them.  Back at base it was decided that the Twins must have been using
the Clinic to develop the drug and the Whips and Chains Club to test each
version.

   Later that day back at MI6 Head Quarters Jenny went down to the basement
lair of Professor Q to return the bag he'd provided for her.  He greeted
her with some embarrassment after the episode in the Van but Jenny hugged
him and he kissed her cheek.  'I'm glad you're safe' he said tenderly. 
'Yes, it was a close thing.  I still can't look a battery in the face yet'.
He laughed and took the bag.  'I need some of your cream.  My bums on fire
here'.  He looked at her hopefully.  She smiled and shyly said 'You can
apply it if you like'.  'Over the desk then' he said his voice quivering.
He flipped up her dress and gasped.  Not only was Jenny's bum naked, it
hurt so much she couldn't wear any panties, it was a hot throbbing bright
red with bluer bruised areas.  He smeared the cream on gently and as it
began to take effect massaged it in.

   Finally he patted her butt and said 'OK you can cover yourself up now
you brazen hussy' and crossed to his desk.  Jenny smiled and flipped her
dress down.  He began to empty the bags contents out onto his desk top. 
After a moment he asked 'Jenny, where are the Homing Panties, you're
certainly not wearing them?' 'I don't know Professor.  I had them on at the
Clinic before the Twin's took them off me'.  'Well they're not here.  Hmmm,
lets see if we can find them shall we'.  They crossed to a large console
with a circular screen not unlike an old radar monitor.  The Professor
switched it on.  A small flashing light appeared moving slowly up the
screen.  'Well, well it appears that at this moment your panties are
driving north up the M1 motorway'.



   Chapter 4.

   'Are you sure you want to do this Jenny' asked Commander Holt.  'I can
always send Suki'.  'I'm certain Sir.  I owe these Bastards'.  Alright it
appears your, a'hem, panties have arrived at a small Castle north of the
Borders.  Castle Hamforth.  It was recently purchased by a corporation. 
Initial investigations suggest it's occupied by a Chinese gentleman.  We
don't believe the Twins are the leaders of this plot.  You are to go North
and find out who is really behind the LUST drug'.  'Yes Sir' said Jenny as
she rose to leave.

   As she closed the outer door of his office Holt hit the intercom and
said 'Find Agent Namura and tell her to come and see me'.

   Five hours later Jenny crouched behind a bush studying Castle Hamforth.
Even though not as big as some it was still solid and imposing.  Like most
buildings in this part of Scotland it was built with local granite.  It
looked run down overgrown and dilapidated from the outside as if it had
been left to rot.  There was some evidence of recent repair work.  The new
owner had obviously started to fix the place up.  She hadn't seen much
movement but those she had seen had all been out of the same mould.  Tall,
blonde and female, all wearing the same blue boiler suits.  A couple had
been carrying guns obviously on guard.

   Getting in unnoticed would be a problem.  Jenny decided she needed a
diversion.  A small timed explosive charge placed to the east of the castle
exploded with a brilliant flash and a satisfying bang.  This attracted the
guards to that side as Jenny approached from the west.  A jemmy forced open
a ground floor window and she was in.

   The inside looked in as bad a state as the outside.  Cobwebs, dirt,
broken windows.  Much of the castle appeared unused.  She crept down a
corridor toward a lighted area no idea what she was looking for or what
would happen.

   Stealthily Jenny searched as many rooms as she could constantly dodging
tall blonde guards.  Everyone she saw looked surprisingly attractive if
hard of expression.  'Where the hell do they get people like this.  You
can't just put a card in the newsagents window' she thought.  'Wanted. 
Assorted henchmen and co- horts for world domination.  Must be Miss World
contestants, No time wasters'.

   Inevitably Jenny learned fortune was not on her side.  Just as she poked
her head round a corner Satan's Twins appeared right in front of her. 
Quick as a flash Whip drew a gun and trained it on her.  Jenny sighed and
raised her hands.

   She was pushed and prodded along a corridor and out into a brightly lit
high ceilinged room.  'You're definitely a bad penny Mrs.  Richards.  We
really thought we'd cooked your goose, as well as a couple of other things'
said Lash.  'But as you're here now let us introduce you to our Master. 
Off to the side in a darkened area Jenny could see a tall figure with his
back to her.  He turned and walked forward.

   Jenny watched the figure reveal itself.  The tall stick thin man with
slanty eyes, yellow skin and jet black hair.  He wore the classic Chairman
Mau high collared Chinese suit.  'No, it can't be, you're dead' she
screeched.  'You can't be...Fu Man...'.  'Yes'.  "Fu Man...'.  'Go on'. 
'Fu Man Ackenthorpe'.  'Ar so, our kid.  Har's tha bin, flower' said the
Chinaman in a broad Bradford accent.

   (Can I mention at this point that any resemblance between Fu Man
Ackenthorpe and Chow En Ginsberg is entirely co-indici...oh you know the
rest).

   Jenny gasped 'But I saw you blown up in the Pickle Factory you were
using to manufacture the chemicals'.  'Ah don't deny ah was caught in
t'blast and suffered grievous damage but ah crawled from t'wreckage and
survived, mostly by shear will power alone tha knows.  Unfortunately the
damage was mostly t'mah goolies so you can imagine how much ah've been
wishing to meet thee once agen.  We have much catching up to do'.  'God'.
Thought Jenny.  'Another freak who hates me'.

   Jenny couldn't resist goading the chinaman.  'Traded down didn't we' she
said looking round disdainfully.  'I thought you'd have a hollowed out
volcano at the least.  A super Villain like you.  Crime not paying like it
used to'.  The Master Crook's eyes narrowed dangerously.  'Ave you any idea
'ow hard it is t'find a descent Volcano these days.  Small uns in dodgy
neighborhoods are ten a penny, the same wi do'er uppers.  It's next to
impossible to find a good un close t'shops and wi good schools and
infrastructure.

   'Any road up, let me introduce you to ma new partner' said the chinaman.
Another figure approached.  Jenny gaped.  An almost identical man to Fu Man
Ackenthorpe came forward.  The only difference was the new one was only
three feet tall.  He looked the same, dressed the same but stopped at
Jenny's waist.  'This is Mini..', 'Scule?' said Jenny.  'No, Mini...'. 
'Mum?', 'No, Mini'.  'Ha-Ha?'.  'No, no, no'.  Stop this foolishness.  This
is Mini Cooper'.  Even the twins couldn't resist a smirk but the dwarf
growled at the jibes.

   'You will regret mocking me' the pint sized villain rasped.  Well he
meant to rasp menacingly but he sounded like he'd been at the helium so his
high pitched voice didn't inspire fear in anyone.

   'Girls, you can go and organize t'next shipment but before you do that
'String 'er up' ordered the full sized criminal.  Jenny struggled against
Whip and Lash but she was no match for them.  Her wrists were quickly tied
together and she was dragged kicking and screaming towards a triangular
frame.  The rope end was threaded through a hole at the apex and pulled
until Jenny's arms were stretched upward.  Her ankles were then cuffed to
the base at opposite sides of the frame.  'Think yourself lucky the Chink
didn't give you to us' Lash whispered in her ear.  'We'd have soon made you
sing'.

   The Twins moved away and Fu Man Ackenthorpe stood before Jenny.  'Ah
wants to know how much MI6 know's about my operation' he declared.  Jenny
stared stonily back at him lips tightly compressed.  'Good lass.  Ah was
hopin' you wouldn't give in wi' out some persuasion'.  He reached forward
and starting at the top began to unbutton Jenny's crisp white blouse.  'Get
your hands off me, you pervert' shouted Jenny.  He just smiled and
continued until both sides of her shirt gaped open.  No amount of wriggling
could stop his progress.  A couple of tugs pulled the garment lose of her
skirt.  'Hmmm.  My, my.  You are a big healthy girl aren't you.  He said
staring hungrily at her fully packed bra.  Jenny pulled back as far as her
restraints allowed as he reached for her chest and tugged down on each bra
cup.  Both tits popped out of their covering and bounced and shook before
settling.  Jenny knew what was coming next as the Chinaman gripped a breast
in each hand and pulled her toward him.  'Thy's fortunate that ah'm no
longer a complete man or I'd finish what we started six months back'.  He
gripped her breasts hard until she grimaced then said.  'Soon thee may not
feel so lucky.  You made a big mistake insultin' my partner like that. 
He's not as forgiving as me'.  He turned.  'Mini, have fun, she's all
yours'.

   Fu Man Ackenthorpe retreated to an easy chair to watch the floor show.
Mini gazed at Jenny.  Sweat gleaming on his top lip the only sign of the
pent up excitement that gripped him.  It took him ten minutes to cut the
clothes from Jenny's body until she was totally naked and at his mercy. 
She had struggled and writhed as he'd moved a small stool around her which
he'd stood on as he sliced through her garments.  After a few seconds
perusal he decided to leave the sheer nylon stockings and suspender belt on
her.  'Frames her pussy nicely' he thought.  She watched him warily as he
moved to a table a short way off.  He pulled the cork from a small blue
glass phial and swallowed the contents in one gulp.

   Returning to her side he looped more rope around her left knee then tied
it with a slip knot to the frame.  By tugging the rope her knee was
gradually pulled wider and wider.  A second loop around the other knee and
soon both her legs were stretched as wide as the frame would allow,
restricting her movement even more and leaving her exposed and at his
mercy.

   Mini stood directly in front of her and stepped forward until her naked
pussy was directly in front of his face.  Jenny could feel his hot breath
on her most intimate spot.  She watched apprehensively as he licked his
lips lasciviously then gasped out loud as he leaned in, reached round her
and gripping a buttock in each hand buried his face in her crotch.

   Jenny tried to wriggle and resist as Mini ate her out, shoving his
tongue inside her, thrusting, sucking, biting but she was held fast by the
cruel restraints.  He licked and licked until she started to moisten, her
breathing grew ragged as her body betrayed her, his teeth gnawed on her
clit.  'Oh my God yes' she gasped her eyes closed, her head thrown back and
hips thrusting forward to meet his probing tongue and sucking lips.  He may
have been an ugly little spud but he'd learned his technique somewhere
because Jenny was quickly climbing toward climax.  He tasted her arousal as
he worked her flesh alternately sucking her pussy lips or clit then probing
her soft pink love canal with his hard sand paper tongue.  'Yes, please, oh
yes' she groaned.  Just as she was ready to explode the tiny terror
released her leaving her hanging in her restraints gasping.  'Bastard' she
spat.  He laughed and wiping her juices from his mouth moved back to the
table.  Un-corking a second phial he returned and waited.

   'T'last snooper we caught lasted three days before losing his mind' said
Fu Man Ackenthorpe.  That was wi a previous batch of t'chemical.  This is a
new concentrated version.  Mini, let Agent Richards feel t'power of Super
LUST'.

   Smiling Mini said 'The blue phial contained the antidote so I can safely
handle this on my skin'.  So saying he moved the stool back in front of
Jenny and climbed up.  Slowly he poured the grease like contents from the
phial on to the upper slopes of her breasts before dropping the phial.  He
carefully began massaging the drug into her flesh making sure non was
wasted or allowed to drip on to the floor.  Within seconds the whole of her
chest was slick and shiny.  He wasn't gentle.  His tiny hands pushed her
tits this way and that, gripping, pulling, mauling like he was kneading
bread.  Her nipples came in for special attention as he twisted and pinched
them till she groaned.  Eventually the goo was absorbed into her flesh and
he hopped down.  Jenny hung in her bindings aware of a stirring in her
breasts.  A tingling, a warmth, growing.  Her nipples were pointed,
aroused, dark red with blood.  Mini studied her.  Watching her reaction. 
Before picking up a second red phial.  He advanced and showed it to her. 
'No ' she gasped.  'No'.  'We've only just begun my dear' said the Chinaman
laughing manically'.  He nodded at Mini who uncorked the new phial.

   This time he poured the drug into his palm.  He stood to the side of
Jenny before swinging his wet, gloop filled hand round and straight into
her naked vagina.  Jenny screamed as the cold grease was forced between the
already aroused and puffy lips of her pussy.  Mini's hand vigorously
massaged her cunt, his drug soaked fingers sinking deeper and deeper
inside. In different circumstances Jenny might have enjoyed the attention
as his short stubby fingers wriggled around inside her.

   He withdrew and re-loaded with more drug this time coating his whole
hand.  He returned grinding his knuckles between Jenny's vulva.  The
pressure built as his tiny slick hand pushed harder and harder until
inevitably it slipped smoothly all the way in.

   Slowly he pushed and twisted his fingers clenched into a tiny fist. 
Jenny groaned as the dwarfs hand and wrist slid into her body.  Mini pulled
back again until his fist was nearly all the way out before pushing back
again.  As Jenny's love channel loosened and her juices flowed Mini's fist
quickened until he was pistoning in and out, delivering the drug directly
to the softest most vulnerable flesh on her body.  The initial discomfort
of the intrusion into her pussy subsided and gradually turned to pleasure.
She mewed pathetically as Mini repeatedly penetrated her.

   Jenny sagged, hanging by her roped wrists.  As Mini moved away Fu Man
Ackenthorpe approached and gripped her jaw pulling her face up to look into
his.  'Ah reckon we can break thee in a day.  Soon t'Super LUST will begin
to arouse you.  Every fibre of your being will cry out for release, every
nerve ending will beg to be touched.  You will beg for orgasm, beg to be
fucked'.  Jenny just stared at him already feeling the yearning beginning
to grow.  'Mini, repeat the dose every hour on the hour.  We'll see if we
can break the record'.  'Yes Master' said Mini grinning happily.



   Chapter 5.

   Sweat trickled down Jenny's naked body.  Every so often she shuddered.
She could feel nothing of the outside world, her world now resided inside
her head as the drug chipped away at her mind.  Her body screamed for
orgasm.  Mini had visited her twice more, each time he massaged her body
introducing more of the drug into her flesh.

   Jenny's eyes slowly opened as he approached for yet another session.  He
moved the stool directly in front of her and stood on it, another uncorked
red phial at the ready.  He yanked her head back by the hair and prepared
to pour the contents into her gaping mouth.

   He never even saw the baseball bat that bounced off his cranium knocking
him senseless.  A knife cut through Jenny's bindings and she slumped to the
floor.  Suki cradled her in her arms and stroked her face.  Then she
uncorked a blue phial and gently dripped it between her slack lips.

   The antidote was quick acting.  It nullified the drug in Jenny's system
but it couldn't completely remove the cravings in her mind.  'You're free
now' said Suki 'but we've got to escape yet.  We've got to get out and call
in the troops.  Come on, can you walk'.  Jenny nodded and Suki helped her
to her feet.  'We should try and find you some clothes'.

   A very fetching blue boiler suit found in a storeroom covered Jenny's
nakedness.  She was more awake and aware now as the antidote reached all
parts of her body.  She could still have willingly used the baseball bat to
ease her yearning but it was under control now.  She and Suki checked the
coast was clear and set off to find a way out.  Along dim corridors they
tried to hurry without making themselves conspicuous.  Mini could be missed
at anytime or someone could discover Jenny was free.

   Twice they ducked out of view as guards passed not realising they were
there until the large castle gates were less than a hundred yards in front
of them.  It looked like they were home and free when a dreaded voice rang
out.  'Our hospitality not to your liking my dear' said Whip as she stepped
out between them and freedom.  'Oh look, she's brought a friend' sad Lash.
'Won't you introduce us?'.  Jenny and Suki had been trained to avoid
monologuing.  Villains couldn't resist the need to explain why they are
desperate to kill you or what their super secret plans are before they
dispose of you'.  The two agents attacked silently splitting to take one
opponent each.  Jenny tried to bring all of Suki's training to bare to
overcome Whip, Suki rushed at Lash.  Unfortunately several hours tied
upright and drugged Jenny was no match for the muscular woman.  Whip easily
avoided Jenny's swinging karate chops and kicks.  Soon she over reached
herself and Whip delivered a numbing blow to her neck and she dropped. 
Suki had Lash on the back foot.  Her skills would have soon disposed of her
had Whip not attacked from behind.  As she defended against her Lash caught
her with a swinging punch right to the chin.  She slumped into oblivion
across Jenny's already unconscious body.



   Chapter 6.

   Gradually Jenny returned to consciousness.  For a moment she was
disorientated but suddenly memories came flooding back.  She tried to rise
but found herself unable to move.  Confused she tried to work out the
cause. She first realised she was gagged.  One of those ball types she
detested so much.  It wasn't just the size and shape it was the taste of
the bloody things.  She found she was bent over a table of sorts.  Her arms
wrapped under it and cuffed together so she hugged the table top to her,
crushing her breasts into the hard surface.  Not surprisingly her legs were
parted and her ankles tied to the table legs.  A broad leather band across
the small of her back fixed her immobile to the table.  A cool breeze
across her nether regions confirmed what she'd suspected.  She had been
stripped completely naked.

   From her position she couldn't see much but if she could have she'd have
seen Suki.  The slim athletic Japanese agent was in a similar fix.  She
stood directly behind Jenny her feet manacled to rings in the floor.  Her
hands were tied together and tied to a beam about three feet above and in
front of her.  Suki was almost as naked as Jenny.  She had a slim athletic
sun bronzed figure with small but perky breasts.  There were differences.
Suki was blindfolded so couldn't see Jenny but the main difference was the
obscene double dildo strapped to her waist by leather buckles.  The lower
cylinder of plastic was large, fully ten inches and an obscene parody of a
male phallus, large head, veins and all.  The upper one was as long but
half the width and smoother only slightly ribbed.  A couple of tubular
steal rods extended from either side of Jenny's hips backward either side
of Suki's hips.  Jenny was fixed in place while Suki had only the freedom
to move forward and backward.

   Both women's heads spun, zeroing in on the sound as Fu Man Ackenthorpe
spoke.  'So nice of thee t'join us Agent Jenny Richards.  Hopefully thy's
fully refreshed enough t'enjoy yewer death.  'Oh God' thought Jenny 'He's
going to monologue and bore us to death'.  'Thar's defied all our attempts
t'give thee an interesting' demise but this time Ah think we'll succeed'.
He nodded to Lash who produced another hated red glass phial, uncorked it
and poured a generous amount over the two dildos strapped to Suki.  'Thee
will note t'little silver box next to thee' the Yellow skinned Master
criminal continued.  Wires ran to electrodes taped to Suki's lower stomach
and lower back and one to the base of the larger of the two dildos.  'When
switched on it'll continue our work for us as we make our escape.  No doubt
your colleagues are becoming worried about thee and we expect 'em some time
soon but not, I fear, in time to save your lives'.

   The chink took up a whippy rod about three feet long and stood beside
Suki.  'Mini would have been here but he's got quite a headache still he
sends his regards' he rasped before swinging the rod in a vicious arch
right across Suki's buttocks.  The shock of the unseen blow jerked her hips
forward followed by her entire weight.  Both well aimed and lubricated
dildos impaled the immobile bent over Jenny.  She could only 'humph' into
her gag as she was stretched and penetrated fore and aft.  Ackenthorpe
reversed the rod and struck Suki across the stomach leaving a red weald. 
The second blow jerked her back again and extracted the long plastic sex
aids from Jenny's internals.  Manically the criminal whipped Suki back then
front forcing her to rock to and fro impaling Jenny repeatedly the toys
going slightly deeper at each insertion.  'Humph, humph, humph' Jenny could
do nothing while the chinaman forced Suki to fuck the living daylights out
of her.  The drug soaked dildos deposited their load into Jenny's skin
until she started to feel the sexual arousal rise within.

   Eventually the pounding, thrusting of Suki's hip driven dildos combined
with the drug forced Jenny over the edge and her body convulsed in a power
packed orgasm.  On seeing this Ackenthorpe stopped thrashing Suki who hung
limply in her bonds, her stomach and buttocks covered with red, angry
wealds.

   'Well I hope y'get t'gist of mah little contraption.  Now for t'payoff'
intoned the crook.  'Lash, activate the box.  'By the way you should know
the larger of the dildos that has been pounding away at your delightful and
very well used pussy is packed with C4 plastic explosive.  T'box is
programmed to deliver a charge to it in fifteen minutes.  Just enough time
for us to escape and for you to regret ever crossing me.

   Again he nodded to Lash who flicked the switch.  The electrode taped to
Suki's back discharged a shock into her and yet again she felt herself
propelled forward.  'Humph' groaned Jenny again as both hard plastic toys
penetrated her pussy and ass.  The box activated the front electrode and
Suki pulled back, dragging the dildos out of Jenny.  Alternating shocks
followed every few seconds as the three crooks watched Suki forced back and
forth her weight pushing the obscene dildos in and out of her friend.  Then
with one final maniacal laugh they left.

   'Humph, humph, humph' Jenny's mind was in a whirl as the dual effect of
the drug and the impaling dildos drove her wild.  'Humph, humph, humph'. 
She grimaced and climaxed again.  'Humph, humph, humph'.  Could it all be
over.  Were Jenny and Suki going out on a high, going out with a bang, with
two bangs in fact'.  She couldn't think straight as the plastic toys
pounded in and out of her.

   Time was running out.  The fifteen minutes were almost up and Jenny's
pussy and ass were still being pulverized and reamed by her friend. 
Suddenly she remembered she was wearing the wrist watch the professor had
given her.  'Humph, humph, humph'.  Her hands were cuffed together below
the table.  If she could just bring them close enough together.  She
strained, trying to stretch her fingers.  'Humph, humph, humph' the dildos
pounded away at her.  Agonizingly slowly she reached the watch with the tip
of her middle finger and by touch alone tried to activate the tiny laser
beam.  The task wasn't made any easier by the rocking of her body as Suki
continued to fuck her senseless.  Luckily she pressed the buttons in the
correct order and the laser activated cutting through her manacles.  With
her hands free she released the leather belt crossing her back and levered
herself upward just as Suki pulled back.  She reached round and ripped off
all the electrodes.  Moments later they were free and they collapsed onto
the cold stone floor, both gasping for breath.

   They lay there for a few minutes recovering before Jenny said 'Well we
made a fuck up of that, didn't we?  literally in my case.  They'll have
made their get a way by now'.  Suddenly the nearest door flew open and a
dozen agents flooded in guns raised ready to take out anyone who offered
the least resistance.  A quick scan revealed no untoward danger then
Commander Holt strode in.  He looked down at the two naked agents who were
frantically trying to cover themselves.  'Get these ladies something to
wear' he ordered.  Looking round he took in the ropes, silver box and the
dildos still strapped around Suki's waist and said 'I look forward to your
reports.  They should make interesting reading.  You should know we
apprehended Ackenthorpe and his lieutenants.  The castle has been under
surveillance.  We didn't know what was going on inside but we didn't want
to them to escape'.  Just then boiler suits were brought.  'Right you men,
out, give these ladies some privacy' ordered Holt.  'I'll see you two back
at HQ for your de- briefing'.

   They dressed then Jenny went looking for the baseball bat Suki had
brought.  She smashed the little Silver box into a million pieces.  She
really didn't want to see that devilish box ever again.

   Epilogue.

   Barely a week later Jenny and Suki had just completed a martial arts
workout and were taking a shower.  Suki was gently washing Jenny's back,
her soapy hands sensuously working to massage the aches and pains from her
muscles.  Professor Q's cream had worked it's magic and the ugly wealds on
both lovely bodies had all but disappeared.  Jenny occasionally slapped
Suki's hands away as she took liberties and tried to wash a more intimate
area.  'Stop it Suki' scolded Jenny.  'But you know custom' whined Suki. 
'I save your life, your lovely body is mine.  I saved you from the little
man so I want my reward'.  'No Suki.  I saved you from the exploding dildo
so we're even.  Now stop washing me there'.

   Sulkily Suki took her hands off Jenny and completed her own shower. 
Both girls went back to the changing room and began to dry off.  Just as
Jenny was dry a stream of warm water hit her back.  'Hey' exclaimed Jenny
turning to see Suki holding a water pistol.  She squirted Jenny again. 
Jenny held up her hands trying to defend herself.  Suki put down the water
pistol and stood waiting expectantly.

   Crossly, Jenny returned to drying herself and began dressing.  She
stopped.  Curious sensations began seeping through her body.  Her skin
began to fizz, her nipples hardened, her pussy moistened.  Suki waited as
Jenny slowly realised what had happened.  Her pulse raced, her breathing
quickened, a desperate need invaded her brain.  Suki sauntered over.  'Your
body mine' she said.  'No break rules' as she reached to stroke Jenny's
back.  Jenny groaned as the Lust drug Suki had soaked her with overrode her
inhibitions and turned to her.  She hadn't the will power to stop Suki from
lowering her to the changing room floor.  'Suki you bitch' she said before
their lips met in a deep soulful kiss.  Slowly the kiss deepened until
their tongues were wrestling each other.  Only groans of lust and orgasm
filled the air for the next hour as once again Suki had her wicked way with
the bountiful body of Agent Jenny Richards.  She repeatedly reached new
heights under the expert manipulation of Suki's educated hands, tongue and
lips.

   Jenny lay back exhausted, her breathing laboured her eyes heavy.  Slowly
she looked up and groaned 'No.  Dear God, not that.  Please not that Suki'.
A wide grin wreathed the Japanese girls face as he buckled the obscene
double dildo round her slim hips before advancing on her cowering sweat
stained lover.  Suki had discovered that the toys were interchangeable so
now the larger of the two was on top.  This time she would look right into
the eyes of Jenny Richards as she rode her all the way to heaven and back.

   The End
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