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   Jenny at the Spa by Brummie

   Jenny was determined to really enjoy her stay at the Spa.  John had
surprised her the previous week when he -(TM)d told her he had booked them
a week's worth of health treatments at the Manor, especially as they had
been having some money troubles recently.  The first day had been a gentle
introduction to the amenities, a meeting to introduce the people in each
group and their instructors followed by a good night's sleep.  The sight of
Jenny in her usual light summer dress, her long graceful legs encased in
nylon, the curve of her backside and the gentle bounce of her incredible
chest as she walked, caused a huge stir.  The instructors had gone into a
huddle and they seemed to be making some sort of draw.  The second day
would be entirely different for them all, but mostly for Jenny.

   After a light breakfast they found they had been placed in different
groups so they split up and Jenny went to her first activity.

   The morning was given over to swimming.  Jenny was shocked when she
opened her bag to get her sensible one piece bathing suit, only to find
John had surreptitiously replaced it with something only a man would buy
for a woman.  She'd seen more material in a handkerchief!  Sighing, she
stripped naked, donned the bikini, trying to cram as much tit flesh into
the tiny cups as possible, and went out to the pool.  She carefully climbed
down the ladder into the water, if she'd dived in the bikini top would have
been around her ankles in seconds, and started to swim lengths.  The
session went well, apart from the couple of times the lifeguard on duty had
dragged her spluttering from the water, claiming he thought she had been
drowning.

   Eventually the session finished, so she got changed and went to meet
John for lunch.  He seemed a little worried, so Jenny didn't have the heart
to scold him for swapping her bathing costume.  Instead she told him about
being dragged from the water by the lifeguard.  Apparently his method had
been to grip both her arms and pull her out of the water.  Jenny wouldn't
have minded this if her bikini top hadn't finished up under her chin,
exposing her wetly glistening, bouncing melons to the whole group.  Twice.

   "The second time he was getting ready to give me heart massage," said
Jenny pouting.  "Probably followed by mouth to mouth and the Heimlich
maneuver."

   This gave John pause for thought.  The first two would have been good,
but a lifeguard giving the Heimlich to a wet and topless Jenny would have
been an awesome sight.

   They parted company again and Jenny went to a short lecture on healthy
eating and exercise.  The group were also informed that they would all be
called to a medical examination at some time that day.

   The next activity was to be a vigorous work out in the gym.  The
changing room wasn't proving to be Jenny's favorite place as, again, she
felt in her bag for the leotard she had brought only to find another one of
John's "presents".  The one he'd chosen was half the size of her old one.
As she put it on, she found it stretched ominously over all her curves. 
The back plunged down, only just stopping short of her butt, and the sides
were cut far higher than she felt comfortable with.  It goes without saying
that the front was fighting a losing battle to contain her breasts, which
threatened to spill out over the top.

   Both Jenny's male trainers greatly admired the sight of Jenny in the
skintight leotard, bending and stretching as she used the various pieces of
equipment.  They seemed to be doing their best to make Jenny's tits bounce
around as much as possible, or to place Jenny in any position that showed
off her soft round buttocks to the maximum.

   The rear view of Jenny on an exercise bike would get a rise from a
statue, but the front view was something else.  The bike she was on had low
handle bars, which meant both boobs hung down, creating a massive cleavage
and the peddling motion caused a jiggling which brought the whole group to
a standstill.  She blushed to her toes when she realized why all the men
staring at her.

   Jenny was next moved to a small trampoline.  Luckily one or other of the
young instructors was always on hand to catch poor Jenny when she fell off.
Unsurprisingly, a hand would quite often find its way to a soft squishy bit
of flesh.  She tried to bounce as little as possible, but the trainers had
other ideas.  Working as a team they each seized one of Jenny's hands and
started to pull her down harder, making her bounce back all the higher. 
The higher she went, the higher her tits went until, inevitably, they flew
out of the top of her leotard.  The trainers didn't seem to notice and kept
a topless Jenny bouncing for at least 30 seconds.  It was only her screams
that made them let go, so she could stuff her bosom back into her top.

   Toward the end of the gym session a severe looking lady dressed as a
nurse approached Jenny and, in a terse voice, told her she was to come for
her medical now.  She was in her mid thirties with a good figure, with
pulled back hair and dark rimmed glasses.  She led Jenny to a small office
and, after taking her blood pressure (elevated due to her embarrassment),
and a few other general medical checks, instructed her to strip naked.

   "Please bend over that low padded stool.  I need to perform an internal
exam."

   "Here we go again!" thought Jenny.

   She waited apprehensively with her ass sticking up in the air for the
inevitable insertion.  She jerked as a finger covered with a cold cream was
pushed between her cheeks and started to rub back and forth.  After a few
seconds the finger delved into her anus and was gently worked around.  A
warm sensation started to pervade Jenny, as the nurse switched her
attentions to her vagina.  This received the same treatment, only with a
extra finger added for good measure.

   The internal exam seemed to last longer than Jenny would have thought
necessary but, eventually, the nurse extracted her fingers from Jenny's
pussy and told her to stand in front of a large mirror on the wall.  She
then informed her that the last procedure was a palpitation test to check
for lumps in her breasts.  She moved to stand close behind Jenny pressing
her bosom into her back and brought her hands round outside Jenny's arms,
placing them on her stomach.  Then she slowly stroked up Jenny's abdomen
until she reached her giant tits.  At first she simply cupped the breasts
as if weighing them while looking into the mirror.  She then proceeded to
squeeze each mound, pulling them this way and that.  Particular attention
was paid to the large brown areolas and nipples, which were tweaked, pulled
and twisted frequently.  They quickly became hard and erect from the
manhandling they were receiving.

   This was certainly the most thorough check over Jenny's breasts had ever
received and she'd had a few.  She couldn't go to her doctor without him
insisting that he check her for lumps.

   "Better safe than sorry, y'know,"' he'd say as he pummeled her tits.

   Jenny trusted the nice old man so much that, at his suggestion, she now
sat on his lap as he did the exam.  Not the sharpest tool in the box, our
Jen.  The last time she'd only gone to have her ears syringed.  Her last
breast exam had been the most unusual, as she'd been at the dentist at the
time.  Jenny was really very happy that so many nice people seemed so
concerned for her health.  She probably wouldn -(TM)t have felt so happy if
she'd known that she was standing in front of a two way mirror, her naked
body being ogled by her two young trainers, while her mammaries were
molested by a bull dyke lesbian posing as a nurse.

   "Are we done yet?" said Jenny, after a couple of minutes having her tits
mauled.  The nurse jumped, as she'd fallen into a dream like state as she
worked on the most perfect set of tits, on one of the most beautiful women
she'd ever had the chance of interfering with.  Thankfully Jenny was the
kind of girl who could be persuaded that the word "gullible" wasn -(TM)t in
the dictionary.

   "Yes, all finished," said the nurse and gave Jenny's rump a sharp spank.
"You can go now."

   The probing of her pussy and ass, and the fondling of her tits, had
given Jenny a very warm, and moist feeling, made obvious by her hugely
engorged and pointed nipples, which caused the guests she passed much
consternation, as Jenny raced back to the room dressed in her tiny
skintight leotard.  She hoped John was there and in the mood to ease her
aroused condition.  Basically she was in need of a good seeing to. 
Unfortunately, as soon as she entered the door, John threw a robe to her,
telling her he knew she -(TM)d had a hard day so he'd booked the massage
room in two minutes time.

   John had made her strip off her leotard, so Jenny was naked under the
robe as they headed toward the designated room.  John had told her he
-(TM)d only booked the room so he would be giving Jenny the massage
himself. As they made their way a distinguish silver haired middle aged man
in a robe looked up from the paper he was reading and nodded to John.

   "Who's that?" asked Jenny.

   "Oh, that was Peter.  I met him and his friends Brian, Chris and Bridget
earlier, while you were exercising.  We passed the time while you were
enjoying yourself bouncing round the gym."

   The massage room was white and antiseptic, with a small table to the
side holding a selection of bottles of scented oils and some fluffy white
towels.  The massage table itself was in the middle of the room under a
large neon light.  The main body of the table was covered with a crisp,
clean, white sheet.  At one end it had a curious oval padded ring attached.


   "OK darling.  Let's have your robe off," said John.

   "Are you sure we're alone here?" said Jenny, "and nobody can burst in."

   "Look," said John.  "I'll lock the door so you can relax." John moved to
the door and rattled the key in the lock.  "There we're safe now.  No
intruders."

   Satisfied, Jenny opened her robe revealing the sight that John, or any
other man or woman who had seen it, never grew tired of.  The perfectly
luscious breasts bounced gently as the rest of Jenny's body was uncovered,
especially her long silky thighs with her clean-shaven pussy between.  John
had convinced his wife that a naked pubis made wearing bikinis much more
practical, but mostly because it had become one of the highlights of his
life when Jenny allowed him to perform the shaving, as it always ended with
him eating her newly naked cunt until she came.

   Jenny lay down on the table face up.

   "Let's make this a little more exciting shall we?" said John kissing
Jenny passionately.  He took the toweling belt from his robe and tied it
round Jenny's head as a blindfold.  "Just lie back love.  I'll go and get
some oil and we -(TM)ll start."

   Lying back Jenny found her head settled neatly into the padded oval and
proved quite comfortable.

   John took a while selecting an oil to use but, eventually, a wet splash
hit Jenny's right thigh followed by the left.  Then hands slowly smoothed
the oil into the skin of her legs, especially her wonderful upper thighs,
and then moved up over her hips and onto her tummy.  Another splash and few
minute of massage on her stomach muscles, then the hands continued their
travels up her body bypassing Jenny's tits and on to her shoulders.

   The massage felt wonderful as the aches and pains were ironed out. 
Jenny was now in limbo between the earlier arousal and the comfort given by
the magic fingers.  Inevitably the hands soon reversed direction and headed
to her chest.  Jenny quickly came alive as her breasts were seized by the
oily hands and gripped firmly.  There followed much kneading and molding of
each of her massive mammaries.  They were gently but firmly pushed up, down
and around as the glistening oil was worked into her globes.  The hands
gripped the outsides of her mounds, pushed them together and rolled them
against each other, as the hands moved in opposite directions.  Many
minutes of stroking, shaking, pushing, pulling, patting, pumping,
pummeling, twisting, tweaking and gentle slapping finished when each nipple
was gripped firmly between a finger and thumb and stretched upward.  Jenny
arched her back as each breast was shaken so they slapped together.  (Note:
The last trick is a male fantasy and should only be tried on a real girl
while wearing a cricket box as it can result in severely bruised testicles.
Trust me)

   Her now rock hard and pointy nipples were given a final twist and
released to spring back onto her chest.  After a few seconds hands were
placed on Jenny's hips.  Gradually they circled round her pussy mound
building the tension.  Pressure was applied to the inside of each thigh
until the outside of her ankles were resting on the table and her knees
were pointing east and west.  Her pussy opened up like a flower and a
greasy hand flowed down her stomach and over her pubis.  A gentle circular
rubbing motion soon drew moans from her lips until a switch brought both
oily hands in to begin manipulating Jenny's pussy lips driving her into a
frenzy.  The massage of her outer lips ended when two fingers invaded her
bald vagina, pushing as deep as possible before, with a slight upward
pressure, being dragged back out, grazing over Jenny's G-spot.  It only
took half a dozen repetitions to make her swollen clit pop up from its
hiding place where it was immediately captured by a pair of lips and softly
sucked.

   Her hands gripped the sides of the table as her hips started to rotate
and lift.  She was now breathing hard as she rapidly climbed towards a
climax.  She was pushed over the edge as the attack on her clitoris was
multiplied when a tongue was dragged slowly across it.  Her hips lifted and
she screamed so loud John wondered if he was going to have to add a gag to
the blindfold.  Her orgasm hit her hard.  Her newly relaxed muscles
tightening once again as her hips bounced up and down.  The fingers kept
pumping, the lips sucking, and the tongue licking, trying keep her at the
pinnacle of ecstasy for as long as possible.  It was fully 20 seconds
before Jenny's muscles relaxed and her hips slumped back down onto the
tabletop.

   Jenny lay panting and spent on the table for a minute before she raised
her arms intending to remove the blindfold but her wrists were grabbed and
John whispered in her ear, "Not yet darling, there's more to come.  Turn
over now."

   "Oh God!" thought Jenny, "Surely there can -(TM)t be more."

   Jenny slowly rolled, over reversing her position so her breasts were
squashed into the table and her face rested in the oval.  If she could have
seen past the blindfold, she would have been staring at the floor.

   More oil was poured onto Jenny's slender back and hands now stroked up
and down kneading her muscles, until she purred with contentment. 
Inevitably the hands headed south and came to two of the prettiest cheeks
known to man.  Another liberal application of oil and it was off to the
races as both cheeks received a thorough massage.  Suddenly a stinging slap
landed sharply on her left buttock.  Automatically her left hand reached
back to cover her cheek only to be seized and held in the small of her
back.

   'SLAP'.

   Another landed on her right cheek.  Automatically the right hand reached
back only to be captured and held with the left.  With her hands forced
behind her back, a further five spanks were administered to each jiggling
peach like buttock, giving her six of the best on each side.  It was one of
Jenny's most embarrassing secrets she'd never shared with John that a good
hard spanking really turned her on.  (Note: Un-surprisingly this is rarely
the case with real women.  See previous Cricket box note for likely
outcome).

   Her hands were freed and the hands returned to massaging the now pink,
glowing, oil covered, glistening cheeks of her arse.  Each cheek was pulled
apart then pushed together, until one set of fingers began to delve into
her ass crack.  A long rub starting at the base of her spine continuing
over her anus and down between her legs right to her pussy lips, then back
again.  On the sixth of these, the fingers stopped at her rectum and
started rubbing it round and round.  The greasy finger couldn't be stopped
as the pressure forced open Jenny's sphincter and plunged in.  Jenny felt
the finger may have been the longest she -(TM)d ever had inserted into her
body and it felt like it had about eight knuckles.  Slowly the digit was
pushed in and out, while twisting and turning.  Gradually the speed
increased until Jenny's hips were again bouncing up and down on the table,
as she built toward another orgasm.

   The finger was removed as quickly as it had arrived and Jenny was just
about to complain to her husband that he'd left her high and dry, when a
hand was placed on the back of her head.  Gentle but firm pressure forced
her face down into the padded oval.  Simultaneously, the unmistakable shape
of an erect penis head nudged against Jenny's mouth.  Since her Nightnurse
adventure Jenny had become used to giving John a "Gob job", as he insisted
on calling it, so willingly opened up.  The penis surged forward between
her soft pink lips, into her warm mouth, and stopped.  Jenny sucked softly
and used her tongue to lick the underside of the head.  It wasn't long
before the dick started slowly moving back and forth in her face.  For the
next few minutes Jenny did her best in the unusual position to give as much
pleasure to her husband as she could, sucking and using her tongue with all
the skill she had could muster.  Inevitably the thrusting quickened and a
load of sperm was deposited over her tongue and into the back of her
throat. It didn't seem too ladylike to spit it out, so Jenny swallowed the
lot.  (Note Any one who thinks the amount a guy ejaculates can be measured
in mouthfuls obviously don't know where the popular beat combo of the
1960's "The Loving Spoonful" got their name.  Probably quite a small spoon
as well, come to think of it.)

   As the dick popped out of Jenny -(TM)s mouth, her ankles were seized and
her legs pulled round 90 degrees, so she was now facing across the massage
table, her huge tits hanging down on one side and her legs on the other. 
John forced himself between them spreading them wide, before sinking his
rock hard dick as hard as he could into his wife's cunt.  He reached
forward and, grasping Jenny's arms, held them behind her back, using them
as leverage and then subjected his wife to the hardest, most intense
fucking, she'd had since he'd banged the shit out of her five times on
their wedding night.  John was giving a pretty good impression of a
woodpecker until Jenny reached boiling point once again.  The spasm in her
vaginal muscles gripped his member and he joined her, grunting and groaning
in a shattering climax.  After pumping his spoonful into his wife, John
fell forward across Jenny's back, holding her down on the table, trapping
her arms, and preventing her from releasing the blindfold.  He lay
breathing hard, his eyes closed, trying to get his breath back.

   John turned his head and opened his eyes to see Brian, Chris and Bridget
using towels to wipe the oil from their hands.  Peter was using one to
clean his dick.  He quickly pulled on his trousers and, giving John a
lascivious wink, led the group silently from the room.

   Peter had been very pleased when John had asked to join in their card
game that morning.  Every one had spotted Jenny the day before and they had
been discussing ways of getting to know the couple.  As the poker game
progressed, it became obvious that John's gambling addiction had not gone
away and soon, although he was losing steadily, he couldn't help himself.
By lunchtime he was well down and, coupled with their money worries, this
explained why he had seemed pre-occupied at lunch.  By the middle of the
afternoon he was heavily in debt to all the other players.  Then Peter had
suggested a little scheme so that John, or more accurately Jenny, could pay
off his debt.  At first John had been indignant at the suggestion, but he
gradually came round after imagining how it would be, if four complete
strangers could molest his wife -(TM)s body, with her unwitting
co-operation, while he enjoyed the sight and paid off his gambling debt.  A
win-win situation he thought, as long as the blindfold stayed in place. 
Eventually John had agreed, although he had stipulated that no one fucked
his wife but him.  All heart this guy.  They'd quickly worked out the plan,
as Brian was keen to get his hands on Jenny's big wobbly tits, while Chris
was happy to take her delectable ass.  This left Bridget to sample the
taste of her sweet pussy and Peter had to be content with using her mouth,
poor chap.

   John thought he'd got a good deal, but the poor slob had never really
stood a chance.  Especially with all the other players working together as
a team to make sure he lost.

   Peter had seen the look in John's eyes during the card game and he knew
he'd be back for more.  Presumably Jenny now thought John was one of the
world -(TM)s greatest masseuses and might be up for a repeat session.  If
so Peter though he might like to try her ass this time.  That spanking
looked like a lot of fun, but he wasn -(TM)t sure he -(TM)d be able to stop
at 6 per cheek.  If she didn -(TM)t go for that, hopefully they could come
up with a new ploy, so that Jenny could be persuaded to unwittingly
co-operate once again in her own ravishment.  Perhaps something involving
an authority figure like a policeman.  After all Jenny had seemed quite
prepared to obey a nurse without question, as Bridget had found out
earlier, when she'd  -~borrowed -(TM) the nurses uniform.



  
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   Jenny the Product Tester by Brummie

   Jenny and John decided that, as there money worries were still with them
Jenny should try to find a little job to supplement their income.  A big
problem as Jenny had the IQ of a rocking horse and no work experience, but
she got the evening paper and began reading the small ads.

   There seemed a great many people seeking girls for 'modeling'
assignments but Jenny dismissed them, as she thought her shyness would be a
problem to her showing herself off.  She eventually came across an add for
part time 'Product testers'.  John explained that the job required a team
of people to give their opinions on a variety of new products before they
were committed to being sold to the public.  Sort of Market research. 
Jenny thought she could do that and was thrilled when she was accepted for
the post.

   On Jenny's first day she joined a group of five other 'testers' and
spent the morning tasting, smelling or trying out different products and
then giving her reasons for liking or disliking them.  Lunch was taken in
the canteen and, as usual, Jenny's appearance caused quite a stir.  Today
she had worn one of her light summer dresses that showed off her figure
perfectly.  Jenny was still not aware of the effect her dress choices had
on men (and women, some of whom envied her and some of whom hated her).

   The dress was tight at the hips, showing off her fantastic derriere. 
The hem revealed her fine slender calves and sometimes, outdoors, it would
billow up revealing her nylon clad knees, sometimes her thighs and, every
once in a while, deep joy, high enough to expose a stocking top.  But the
main focus for attention was her magnificent chest.

   Large, high and firm, it was wonderful at rest but it really came into
its own when Jenny was on the move.  People stopped to watch as she walked
down the street, admiring her bouncing twins and, if Jenny could ever be
persuaded to break into a jog, traffic came to a halt.  Her nipples and
large brown aeolas were also extraordinarily sensitive and seemed to spring
to attention at the slightest opportunity.  Her low cut dresses were very
popular with her male co-workers, who often tried to walk closely past her
when she was sitting down.

   On a couple of occasions she had bent down in front of a male teammate
and, unknowingly, revealed a vertigo inducing valley of soft pink flesh,
only to stand and saunter off oblivious to the strangulated expression and
the expanding trouser bursting bulge that she had caused.

   The body was topped by a main of long blonde hair, framing a sweet,
sexy, innocent face.  (Innocent?  She's had more things up her arse than
Liberace and been naked in public more times than Lassie the fucking Wonder
dog, who writes this crap!).

   It was here that Giles Stern, the Head of the Product Testing teams,
first spied Jenny.  He was tall, in his late forties with black hair and a
goatee beard that many thought gave him the dangerous, devilish look, which
he cultivated.  He was an arrogant man and aloof with staff.  He also
thought he was God's gift to women and, as soon as he spotted Jenny, he
made a beeline for her.  Over the following days he took any chance he
could to approach Jenny and launch into a boorish speech extolling his own
virtues, fully expecting her to fall into his arms.  Jenny wasn't
interested; she loved John and told Giles so.  He seemed to take no notice
and kept pestering her any chance he got.

   It all came to a head late one day as Jenny was heading home.  She had
stopped at the water cooler and was bending to fill her cup.  Giles came up
behind her and pinched her bum hard.  Jenny shrieked and turning round
slapped his face with a real humdinger.  Giles staggered back shocked then
recovering pulled himself up to his full height and started forward.  Jenny
cowered; sure he was going to strike her when out of a nearby door the rest
of her Product team emerged.  Seeing them, Giles hesitated.  As they swept
past Jenny joined the group and headed for the exit.  Giles Stern stood
glowering at their retreating backs, watching them go while rubbing his
cheek.  Under his breath he rasped, "Just you wait, girl!  I'll make you
regret that, see if I don't."

   Jenny had a rotten night, sick with worry.

   "You don't go slapping the boss and keep your job," she thought.

   So, when she next arrived for work she was surprised when no one chided
her; She wasn't called in and sacked.  No one mentioned a thing!

   "Perhaps Mr.  Stern was so ashamed of himself, he won't sack me," she
hoped.

   A week passed before Jenny again saw Mr.  Stern.  He was some way off,
unloading a cardboard box from of the boot of his car.  He didn't see her
as he went into the office.  Jenny went to her normal work place and the
day continued as usual.  At about 2 O'clock her supervisor came to her and
said they were short handed in one of the teams so she'd been re-assigned
and was to report to room 101.  Room 101 was the subject of much discussion
amongst the staff as it had the title of 'Special Projects' on the door and
very few people were ever allowed in.  This was quite a feather in Jenny's
cap and she felt very pleased with herself.

   When she arrived there was a team of five women she hadn't seen before
but this time headed up by two supervisors.  Mrs.  Frog and Miss Gris. 
They called Jenny forward and introduced her to the team, who sat and
looked at her expectantly.  Appraising her.

   Jenny had worn one of her prettiest summer dresses that day and looked
even more stunning than usual.

   "OK team, we're testing clothes today but our usual model hasn't turned
up so Jenny has agreed to stand in."

   This was news to Jenny.

   "I don't know how to model," she whined.

   "Don't be a silly, you wear what we tell you and we'll show you what to
do," said Mrs.  Frog.  "OK Jenny go into the next room and change into the
first outfit.  You'll find it on the table in there."

   Off she went and came back in another summer dress that she paraded
round.  The team studied, felt and checked it out.  Jenny was asked various
questions about the feel and comfort of it which she answered as best she
could.

   After the first few dresses Jenny was next handed a half-slip with
matching bra and panties from a cardboard box.

   "Oh yes we test clothes of all sorts here," Miss Gris told her when she
queried the underclothes.  "Now get changed quick girl, we haven't got all
day and there's still more to get through.  You're being well paid for this
job, don't make me have to report you."

   Jenny knew that if she did get reported she would certainly lose her job
after the run in with Mr.  Stern and she couldn't afford that.  Jenny got
changed quickly.  She had to strip naked to swap into the new lingerie and
she tried to hide as much of herself as she could from Miss Griss, who she
had seen studying her body as she changed.

   Jenny showed no misgivings when the bra fitted surprisingly well
(Rocking Horse remember).  Out she went again in front of the team who
approached as usual and began running their hands over the material and
commenting on the quality.

   After modeling several more variations of underwear the next change was
a different style again.  This time an even smaller matching bra and panty
set, which Jenny would have hesitated to wear in front of her husband, let
alone seven strangers.  The half-cup lacy see-through bra only just covered
her nipples and the panties were nothing more than two triangles connected
by string.  Jenny was mortified and was just about to object when Miss
Griss gave her a sharp look and said, "Come on girl!  You've not got
anything we haven't all got.  We're all girls here, now get changed and get
out there."

   Jenny stood nervously in front of the team who stared open mouthed and
drooling at the near naked vision of loveliness encased in the tiny lace
combination.  Only Mrs.  Frog and Miss Griss came to her this time.  They
commented on the fit and Jenny said, "Yes, it's quite comfortable if a
little chilly."

   Then Mrs.  Frog dipped two of her fingers into the front of the bra cup
to feel the material between her fingers and thumb.  She seemed oblivious
to the fact that Jenny's nipple was trapped between her fingers and was
being squeezed between them while being teased, as the thumb rubbed the
material back and forth.

   "Er..Mrs.  Frog you've get my..."

   "Quiet!"snapped Mrs.  Frog.  "Can't you see I'm working here?"

   Chastised, Jenny pouted and meekly remained silent.  Mrs.  Frog turned
to Miss Griss while continuing to rub both the bra and Jenny's flesh and
chatted for a few seconds Jenny meanwhile fidgeted as her sensitive areola
and nipple became more and more aroused.  Miss Griss saw what was happening
and, as Jenny had been instructed to remain silent, decided to join the fun
with the other bra cup.  The two of them then spent a couple of minutes
testing and commenting on the material while Jenny's nipples were squeezed
and rubbed.  By the time they stopped the results of their ministrations
were poking sharply through the front of the bra and Jenny's face had taken
on a decidedly pink flush.

   "Now for the panties.  The fit looks OK.  Do they feel comfortable to
you girl?" Asked Mrs.  Frog.

   "Oh Yes," ' said Jenny breathily.

   "Let's see shall we?  Spread your legs girl."

   Jenny moved her legs three inches wider.

   "No, no, this wide," said Mrs.  Frog, kicking her foot until Jenny's
ankles were two feet apart.

   Gripping the top of the front of the panties, she pulled up.  The
material dragged through Jenny's crotch over her pussy causing her to gasp.
Miss Griss immediately saw this and moving behind Jenny and took hold of
the rear of the panties.  With a wink to Mrs.  Frog she pulled up on the
panties and dragged the material back between Jenny's legs, over her vagina
and also her rectum this time.  A tug of war then started, as first the
front and then the back was pulled.  The material of the panties continued
to graze over Jenny's sensitive pussy and asshole as it sawed back and
forward between her legs, all the time getting narrower and narrower.

   Eventually the material was pulled snugly between Jenny's vaginal lips
that now hung down either side.  The thin line of the panties became so
tight that it rubbed directly against Jenny's clitoris, which was pulled
from its little hood and stimulated unmercifully.  Jenny's eyes were closed
and her breathing becoming laboured when the pulling stopped.  Both
supervisors stepped away and left Jenny with her legs wide apart and the
panties bunched between her labia and the cheeks of her butt.

   She realised they had stopped and opened her eyes to see everyone in the
room smirking and staring at her.  She flushed bright red, pulled the
panties out of her vagina and was about to rush back to the changing room
when Mrs.  Frog grabbed her by her arm and stopped her.

   Miss Griss brought the cardboard box out of the room and set it down.

   "OK Jenny, just a couple more outfits to test."

   The next bra was the smallest yet, quarter cup at most, and the panties
nothing more than a thong.  Miss Griss snapped the clasp on the bra Jenny
was wearing and whipped it off before she had a chance to react.  She
automatically covered her bare bosom, which drew a frown from Mrs.  Frog.

   "Look don't make this difficult, put your arms down now, girl," she
ordered.

   Jenny slowly complied and exposed her heavy globes to the entire team.
They'd all suspected that they were spectacular but now they had the proof.
They seemed to Jenny to be staring hungrily at her body.  She felt quite
disconcerted at the attention.  Her nipples and areolas were still dark and
erect and pointed straight out from the round loveliness of Jenny's huge
breasts.

   Mrs.  Frog then wrapped the bra around Jenny's waist and threading her
arms through raised it until it rested directly beneath Jenny's tits.  The
bra was so small that it left three quarters of Jenny's breasts uncovered.
(That's why they call it quarter cup dopey.  Who writes this crap?)

   While Jenny stared, astounded at her exposed bosom, Miss Griss stepped
behind her and pulled down her panties.  Jenny shrieked and her arms flew
to cover her naked shaven pussy from view.

   "Look girl, this is the last warning.  Stop getting in the way or I'll
put a rope on you."

   Feeling small and alone Jenny slowly moved her arms away so the entire
team got its first look at her naked shaven pussy.  It was still red and
excited from the panty tug of war and looked slightly moist.  The team
seemed even more eager and strained forward to get a better view.  Miss
Griss grabbed her ankle and lifted her leg to help her into the panties. 
The more obvious effect of this for Jenny, was that her pussy was now fully
exposed and starting to open up before the audience.  The panties were
raised up her legs, until they snuggled between her legs and with a smirk
Miss Griss gave then an extra hitch, jamming them tight into Jenny's
crotch. Her swollen and excited pussy lips were now outlined and obvious
through the thin material.

   Mrs.  Frog moved behind Jenny and said "Now team, as you can see, this
model leaves the wearer almost completely exposed."

   Jenny shuddered at being reminded of the amount of breast flesh she had
on display.  Miss Frog then reached round Jenny and placed her hands
beneath her big round boobs and started to bounce them up and down, while
explaining to the team that the bra offered uplift, without hindering
access to the majority of the wearer's bosom.  She demonstrated even
further by tweaking and twirling Jenny's nipples.  Jenny shuddered at the
stimulation; the team shuddered at the sight.  If there'd been some
starting blocks they'd have been in them.

   "Turn sideways girl," said Mrs.  Frog.

   Jenny turned through 90 degrees and Mrs.  Frog pointed out how Jenny's
mammaries were now held up by the bra and practically being presented to
her partner.  She nodded to Miss Gris who moved forward and grasped Jenny's
tits, gave them a teasing squeeze and her nipples a sharp upward pull. 
Jenny pulled back from the assault on her nipples but she was held by Mrs.
Frog.

   "Right, turn again girl."

   Jenny nervously turned and faced away from the team, exposing her
luscious derriere to their lustful gaze.  Mrs.  Frog explained that the
thong design offered no coverage what so ever and almost total access at
the back.  She reached down and took a hand full of Jenny's butt, gripping
it hard.  She pushed on Jenny's shoulders and bent her forward.

   "As you can see no protection at all"

   SMACK....She spanked Jenny's left cheek...SLAP...Miss Griss followed
suit with the other.

   "Ouch!" Jenny squealed, jumping up and covering her bum with her hands.

   "OK team, your turn."

   It might as well have been a race because all five of them leapt
forward, trying to be the first to get their hands on the merchandise. 
Jenny found herself surrounded as each team member wanted to touch the
scraps of material Jenny was wearing.  Jenny tried to fend off as many
probing hands as she could but, as one hand was pushed away from her
bottom, another grasped her breast and squeezed.  She pushed the tit
squeezer away as another set of fingers stroked her pussy.  Jenny was able
to keep most of the hands away until one woman grabbed her wrists and,
saying "Is there enough freedom is movement in this dear," dragged her arms
upward over her head.

   The others saw this and, given a free hand, used them to grasp every
part of Jenny they could.  Two hands grasped her left boob, two hands her
right, someone had seized each of her buttocks and another pushed down the
front of the panties.  The woman holding her arms kept up the pressure as
the others squeezed and fondled Jenny's mammaries and bottom.  The hand
down her panties cupped her mound and gently ran a finger through her
hairless pussy lips.  Jenny groaned.  She was being forcibly aroused again.
She was just about to close her eyes and give herself over to the
sensations when Mrs.  Frog stepped in.

   "Ok team, playtime's over!"

   Jenny was released and she flopped down.

   "Stand up straight girl!" snapped Mrs.  Frog.  "Right, let's get to the
last few items.  This is one of the more exotic combinations we get asked
to test now and again, and consists of a few more parts than usual.  I'm
sure you're going to find this one very interesting team."

   The first items produced from the box appeared to be four flat strips of
material with buckles.  Jenny stood in an erotic daze as her arms were
grabbed and stretched out sideways.  The first two panels were wrapped
around her wrists like cuffs and buckled up tight.

   "OK?  Not too tight?"

   "Err..., Well ..,"

   "Good then we'll continue," interrupted Mrs.  Frog.

   The next two went around Jenny's arms just above her elbows, again
tight, but not cutting off the circulation.  Jenny noticed that all the
cuffs had small rings attached and also some sort of locking clips.  What
sort of a weirdo wears underwear like this, thought Jenny?

   The next two items were dark nylons, which the two supervisors helped
Jenny into, accompanied by much stroking of her calves, and lithe supple
thighs.  A black lace suspender belt, which they attached, and a pair of
shiny black high-heeled pumps for her feet were added.  Then another pair
of cloth cuffs were wrapped around Jenny's ankles.  Suddenly Jenny's
quarter cup bra was unclipped and unceremoniously dragged off.  She
automatically clasped her arms over her naked bosom.

   "Right that's the last straw," said Mrs.  Frog crossly.

   She strode behind Jenny and, grabbing both wrists, pulled them together
behind Jenny's back....  Snap....one of the locks was used to connect the
two cuffs at Jenny's wrists, locking them together.... ..Snap....  the
elbow cuffs were joined.

   "And while I'm here, we'll just have these shall we?" Mrs.  Frog said
as, with a flourish, she grabbed the back of Jenny's thong and ripped it
from her body.

   She now stood naked in front of the team with her arms restrained behind
her back.  Her elbows being pulled together had emphasized her magnificent
breasts even more.  They showed some evidence of red finger marks and were
now totally unprotected and exposed to everyone.  Her damp and bare pussy
also showed the evidence of her stimulated condition.

   "Well team, what do you think of that?"

   "She looks like a slut," snapped one of the women nastily.

   Jenny was appalled.  In her own mind she had always thought of herself
as a good girl.  The public nudity had always been accidental (or arranged
by her husband or best friend Ashley) and no fault of hers.  The numerous
penetrations of her ass and vagina, or the facials she had taken, had
either been for good medical reasons or perpetrated on her when she had
been handcuffed, tied, shackled or generally restrained in some way or on
one occasion drugged.  To be called a slut was unfair.  She felt humiliated
and close to tears.  In her shocked state she didn't notice Miss Griss take
the opportunity to kneel down and click the ankle cuffs together.

   Next came a bra, in black again, which looked like it was wet.

   "Some sort of rubber," said Mrs.  Frog when asked by a team member.

   The strapless bra was then fitted around Jenny's chest, with much
tugging and pulling.  It wasn't really built for a girl of Jenny's
proportions and it took a lot of pushing and pulling, lifting and
separating, squeezing and shoving to position her mammaries just right
before stretching it enough to clip it closed at the back.  The bra had one
more surprise in store.  It had holes cut in the front, right in the middle
of each cup, and they were directly positioned over Jenny's nipples, which
poked through a little.

   A look passed between them and Mrs.  Frog moved behind her and gripped
Jenny's upper arms.  Miss Griss then seized each nipple between a finger
and thumb and, while Jenny was held still, spent the next minute pulling
and twisting, until she was satisfied the whole of Jenny's big swollen
areolas were pulled right through.  Repeated teasing of her nipples had
kept them fully erect and they pointed straight out at the team.

   The last item was a pair of panties in the same wet look material.  They
joined at the sides with velcro so, even though Jenny's legs were shackled,
they could be fitted and joined together each side of her waist.  Jenny was
surprised because they almost completely covered her buttocks.  Nothing
like the tiny scraps of material she had been forced to wear up to then.

   "Anything else in there to test, Miss Griss?" said Mrs.  Frog.

   "Well there's just these," she said, holding up a couple of straps with
buckles.

   Moving behind Jenny Miss Griss buckled a leather blindfold round her
forehead before pulling it down till it covered her eyes.

   "Can you see anything, girl?"

   "No," replied Jenny her voice trembling.

   This was taking on a more ominous feeling that she tended to get around
boy scouts.

   "Are we done yet?"

   "Nearly, just this last little item, open wide."

   Jenny felt a round object pressed against her mouth and, realizing it
was a gag, compressed her lips together shaking her head.

   "Oh dear," said Miss Griss, "Mrs.  Frog if you will."

   Mrs.  Frog grabbed a handful of hair behind Jenny's head and pulled back
and down.  Her head snapped back, her mouth flew open, and Miss Griss
pressed the rubber ball home then buckled it up behind Jenny's head. 
Perfect teamwork.  It was as if they'd done this before.

   The two supervisors moved apart and Jenny stood in front of the team
having voluntarily (mostly) allowed her-self to be restrained, blindfolded,
gagged and dressed in rubber bra and pants, stockings, suspender belt and
high heels.  A dream in bondage that could have come straight from a top
quality porn movie.

   Jenny waited apprehensively, fully expecting and, maybe secretly hoping
for, the same rush of grasping, probing hands as before and to be given a
through going over, particularly as there was no way she could defend
herself now.  She was amazed and somewhat relieved to hear Mrs.  Frog say

   "Well team, that about wraps it up for today, you can go now."

   Jenny listened as the other members collected their things and headed
out.  The door closed and Jenny waited expectantly for her restraints to be
removed.  She was frantic to get out of these disgusting fetish clothes
quickly, as she wanted to get home to John so he could do something about
this itch she felt between her legs.  Nothing happened.  Jenny waited.

   "Mmmmmm," she moaned.  What was wrong.  What were they waiting for?

   She heard the door open and Jenny listened as the sound of footsteps
slowly approached her.

   "Thank you ladies.  You've completed phase one of my plan admirably."

   Suddenly the blindfold was snatched from her head and, blinking in the
light, she looked up into an unmistakable cruel smiling face.

   "Well, well, Mrs.  Richards," said Giles Stern.  "We meet again."
(Shouldn't he be stroking a fluffy white cat at this point?).

   Giles Stern stared down into the eyes of Jenny Richards hoping to see
the fear he liked to inspire in women.  All he saw was a slight
nervousness. Jenny was becoming resigned to this sort of thing.  She
wondered if other women ended up handcuffed or tied-up half as often as she
seemed to.

   Not satisfied with what he saw Stern began to speak.

   "Your first mistake, Mrs.  Richards, was rejecting me when I could have
offered you so much.  (Fancies himself doesn't he.  Arrogant sod).  Your
second was striking me.  But your biggest mistake was to strike the Lord
High Grand Master of the Whips and Chains Society." (Him again if you
hadn't twigged).

   This didn't really have the desired effect on Jenny that he'd hoped for.
If you'd mentioned Sadomasochism to Jenny she'd probably think it was
running in the 3.30 at Kempton.

   "Now you will pay for your actions," he continued.  "Ladies, if you will
complete her preparations, we'll move on to phase two."

   Jenny watched him move to the other side of the room, collecting a
straight-backed wooden chair on the way.  He carefully placed it in just
the required position and removed his jacket.  After placing it on the
chair back he turned to stare at Jenny as he rolled up his shirtsleeves.

   She was in the hands of Mrs.  Payne and her partner Miss Bynder.  The
cuffs at her wrists and elbows were unclipped but, before she could
struggle out of their grasp, her arms were bent up until her left wrist
cuff could be joined to her right elbow cuff and vice versa.  Jenny found
her arms were held even more immobile but now crossing the middle of her
back.

   Stern sat down and gestured to the ladies.  Standing on either side of
Jenny, they seized one of her nipples each, which were protruding at least
two inches from the holes in the rubber bra she had been forced into, and
started leading her towards her fate.

   Jenny's ankles were still hobbled together so she was forced to take
fast little steps to save herself from falling.  She was led to stand at
the side of Stern, when Miss Bynder gave her a push.  She would have
screamed but for the rubber ball in her mouth.  As she toppled Mrs.  Payne,
who had moved to the other side of Stern, caught her and Jenny was slowly
lowered across Stern's lap.

   Miss Bynder reached up from Jenny's ankles and gripped two tabs on
either side of Jenny's rubber panties.  Jenny had hoped that they would
provide her with some protection from what she knew was inevitably coming.
With a jerk Miss Bynder ripped the two Velcro panels aside exposing Jenny's
ass to the air and leaving her in just a rubber thong.  Once Stern had
maneuvered her body to the perfect position both ladies knelt down.  Mrs.
Payne took hold of a fistful of Jenny's hair, while Miss Bynder gripped her
ankles, making sure that no matter how much she bucked and writhed she
couldn't dislodge herself from Stern's lap.

   "Right ladies.  Let's begin phase two of the punishment shall we," said
Stern ominously.

   Stern gazed down at possibly the eighth wonder of the modern world. 
Jenny was blessed with a picture perfect peach-shaped posterior (blimey
alliteration, been at the dictionary have we).  Giles Stern flexed his
fingers like a pianist getting ready for a recital.  Well he intended to
play a tune on Jenny but he wasn't going to be using a piano, that's for
sure.  He didn't immediately start waling away at the nearest piece of
flesh.  In his arrogance Stern considered himself to be an artist.  A
connoisseur of the art.  Any loutish brute could administer pain he
thought. His preferred method was to take his time, slowly extracting the
maximum of satisfaction from each blow.  He wanted his victim to become
sexually excited as well as receive punishment.  The combining of the two
was part of his plan.

   Miss Bynder watched her boss begin in his usual style.  She had seen him
perfect it over the last few years as he'd practiced on various women at
the Whip and Chains Society dungeon, where she and Mrs.  Payne were Stern's
best dominatrices.

   His first act was to bend his head and place a feather light kiss on
Jenny's left cheek.  Then he continued by stroking Jenny's backside and
thighs above her stocking tops, starting to build the tension.  Jenny knew
it was coming but Stern kept her on tenterhooks, as he still softly
caressed her sculptured, yielding, globular hemispheres.  Jenny was
trembling in anticipation awaiting the first strike.  Stern raised his
right hand and, with the memory of Jenny's slap to his cheek giving extra
impetuous to his arm, crashed the first blow down on her right buttock
cheek.

   "Mmmmmmmm," groaned Jenny through her gag.

   She expected the slaps to rain down now but Stern did nothing.  He
waited, gauging the effect of his blow.  Watching the slowly growing red
mark on Jenny's flesh.  A perfect five-fingered handprint rapidly appeared
on Jenny's arse.  He returned to slowly stroking her thighs, as Jenny
absorbed the impact.  Stern didn't use tools.  He thought paddles, canes
and crops to be impersonal.  He preferred a more 'hands on' method.  All
the more exciting to feel the effect of flesh on flesh.  He felt the heat
in Jenny's butt start to grow.  He felt his own member start to grow.

   Slowly the redness spread, as Stern's blows covered the whole of Jenny's
bottom and thighs.  Each blow carefully targeted.  Jenny moaned and groaned
at each impact, as Stern continued spanking her.

   SLAP!.

   Her left cheek rippled at the impact.  Stern varied the time between
each spank.  His member grew.  Once he spent two minutes just gently
stroking Jenny's ass and stocking clad legs, tempting her to hope the
torment was over, before crashing a particularly stinging slap to the
inside of her left thigh.  Jenny could feel a bulge pressing into her
stomach.

   "Either he's pleased to see me or he's got a canoe in his pocket," she
thought.  (Lord Flashheart rules, Woof!) "Mmmmmm," groaned Jenny as,
eventually, with an extra hard swipe he delivered the final slashing blow
to her right buttock cheek.  In the half hour he had been spanking her, he
had only delivered twenty blows, but they were twenty corkers.

   Stern sat back.  Phase two was now complete.  Just phase three to go and
Jenny's punishment would be complete.

   It should be explained at this point.  In the tiny, self-absorbed mind
of Giles Stern every women desired him.  He was the boss and women were
there to do his bidding.  In actuality the opposite was true outside of the
Society.  Inside he was in his own world.  It had taken him a week to
set-up the scheme to punish Jenny for her 'crimes' - booking the 'Special
Projects' room they were in, for the afternoon; securing the various pieces
of underwear Jenny had been coerced into wearing; collecting the fetish
gear that now adorned her body; and arranging for the five women in the
team plus his two lieutenants to attend.

   Phase one of Jenny's punishment was to pay her back for snubbing his
advances.  The team of seven women had been instructed to publicly expose
Jenny, humiliate her and bring her as close to orgasm as possible without
letting her climax.  Then bind her in readiness for the next step.

   In Stern's mind Jenny was humiliated but, while not relishing the nudity
or exposure, she had twice been erotically stimulated to with-in an ace of
coming, so, in her mind, a fair swap.

   Phase two was for the slap to his face.  Stern had returned the blow
twenty fold.  He thought Jenny's almost constant moaning was in torment,
but we know that, in reality, Jenny secretly got quite turned on by a good
spanking (See Jenny at the Spa).  Stern may have been a small-minded,
arrogant misogynist, but by Christ, the guy could spank for England.  Jenny
had been moaning with growing erotic excitement and she wished Stern had
carried on warming her ass and not stopped when he did.

   Phase three was, to Stern's twisted mind, the most insidious part of his
plan.  Jenny's slap to his face was as nothing compared to the slap to his
dignity and so required special retribution.  In Stern's world he could
change the way someone thought and, so, he was hoping to turn Jenny to the
dark side of S & M.  (One day you will call me master, Obewan).  He thought
he could connect pain and sexual excitement in her mind and lead her to
become one of his harem in the Society.  (What a twat, I'm beginning to
hate this guy and I invented the fucker.  Don't worry folks he gets his
comeuppance at the end).  Unfortunately for him if you mentioned
psychological domination or submissiveness to Jenny she would probably
think they were running second and third to Sadomasochism in that race at
Kempton, so the chance of his plan working was zero.

   Jenny's breathing had slowed.  The spanking had started her up the climb
to orgasm but the pause for me to explain all this stuff to you, the
reader, had allowed her to rest and calm herself.

   "OK, start phase three ladies.  Bring her back to the boil," commanded
Stern.

   Miss Bynder was a superb dominatrix but she also had one other attribute
much prized by her clients.  She possessed a tongue of prodigious length
and dexterity.  She could nearly reach her own eye with it.  She released
the clip holding Jenny's ankles together and gently prized her legs apart.
Moving forward between them she reached up to Jenny's blushing pink ass and
moved the thong from between her cheeks and to the side.  Then with a hand
prizing apart each cheek she extended her prehensile tongue as far as she
could and prepared to strike.

   Mrs.  Payne meanwhile had reached for the clasp at Jenny's back.  She
released it and the stretched bra sprang apart and shot off like a released
rubber band.  Turning on her back, she raised Jenny slightly and wormed her
way under her shoulders until Jenny's head rested between her breasts. 
This meant that her head rested between Jenny's tits and for a second she
thought she'd gone deaf.

   Jenny's breasts were a sight to behold.  The rubber bra had compressed
the flesh but extended the nipples, so that they looked like two German
First World War helmets.  Two round domes with two-inch purple spikes
rising from the middle.  Mrs.  Payne waited, ready for what she knew was
coming.  Jenny's body suddenly stiffened and started to rise.  Mrs.  Payne
grabbed the huge globular tits before her and pressed them together.

   The cause of Jenny's reaction was the invasion of her asshole by the
four-inch tongue of Miss Bynder, who had driven forward and penetrated
Jenny's butt.  Back and forth she plunged her tongue in and out, while
holding on to her Jenny's bucking body.  Mrs.  Payne pressed Jenny's tits
together harder until the extended nipples touched.  She then opened her
lips wide and stuffed as much of the nipples, areolas and tit flesh as she
could into her mouth.  Gently bringing her teeth together she began to
softly gnaw on Jenny's areolas.

   Giles Stern watched carefully as his lieutenants worked on Jenny's body.
His plan required that the girls only brought her back up just short of
orgasm.  The next step would push her over into his world.  It only took
thirty seconds of his girls' attentions to build Jenny back up again.

   "Stop!" ordered Stern.

   Mrs.  Payne froze and stopped worrying Jenny's tits, but remained with
them stuffed in her mouth.  Miss Bynder withdrew her tongue from Jenny's
asshole and sat back on her haunches.  Stern produced an efficient looking
vibrator from his pocket.  He gently inserted it into Jenny's, now very
well lubricated, vagina and replaced the thong to keep it in place.

   "OK girls lets do it," he said.  "Here's your reward for crossing me
Mrs. Richards!" On the final word he flicked the switch on the vibrator,
which hummed busily into life.  Jenny's body jerked as she felt the effect
deep in her pussy.  At the same time Mrs.  Payne renewed her attack on
Jenny's tits, now massaging them with her hands, as well as chewing on the
areolas in her mouth.  Her tongue joined the attack lashing back and forth
over Jenny's captive nipples.

   Stern and Miss Bynder joined forces and, like rail workers driving a
spike, started to rain down fast, hard, alternate slaps on Jenny's
buttocks.

   Stern SLAP left.

   Miss Bynder SLAP right.

   SLAP left.

   SLAP right, left, right, left, right.

   It took less than ten seconds for the combined assault on all of Jenny's
senses to drive her over the top into a mind-blowing orgasm.

   "Mmmmmmmm."

   The burning of her ass cheeks, the deep vibration in her cunt and the
stimulation of her breasts combined to push her into the biggest explosion
of pure pleasure her body had ever endured.  The spanking, vibrating and
tit mauling continued keeping her at the apex of exquisite pain and
pleasure.  Her moans filled the air as the mind numbing bliss continued to
pervade her whole body.

   Gradually her climax subsided and the assault halted.  Jenny's sweat
covered, limp body shivered with aftershocks as Stern switched off the
vibrator and slowly extracted it from her pussy.  The room was silent for
many seconds.  The only sound the rasping of Jenny's breath as she breathed
through her nose.

   "On the table with her please ladies,"' said Stern.

   Jenny was lifted from Stern's lap and half dragged half carried to an
office desk nearby.  They laid her dazed body face up on the table with her
ass on the edge.  Her bound arms made her unmoving upper body bow, forcing
her red and excited boobs toward the ceiling.  Mrs.  Payne then pulled the
Velcro sides of the rubber panties Jenny was wearing and snatched then
away.

   "Right Mrs.  Richards.  You've had your pleasure, now it's my turn. 
Spread her girls!" He commanded.

   They seized an ankle each and dragged Jenny's legs in opposite
directions.  Stern had unzipped himself and dragged out his dick.  He
approached the unresponsive form, looking down at her wide-open pussy,
readying himself for the final act in his plan.  His final act of
domination.  He would prove his superiority and turn poor Jenny into his
submissive slave.

   The room filled with a cacophony of noise as the Fire Alarm blazed into
life.  Stern stood stunned with his dick in his hand.  What the hell was
going on?  Did he have time to complete his grand scheme?  His balls were
ready to explode.  He was so near it would only take seconds but he
hesitated, caught between his desire to prove his ultimate mastery over the
girl who humiliated him and his need for flight.  His basic cowardice
kicked in and he turned and ran for the door, leaving Jenny and the girls
to their fate.  (What a swine.  I'm really mad now, I'm going to stick it
to this asshole real good by the end, you see if I don't).

   Luckily the girls were made of sterner stuff.  They lifted Jenny up and
freed her arms.  Then, slapping her face gently to revive her somewhat,
they led her out into the corridor.  They didn't want to be seen leading a
naked blonde out of the building, there would be too many questions, so
they pushed a still dazed Jenny in the direction of the front door, turned
and legged it toward the rear of the building.

   Suddenly a piercing scream rent the air.  The running women rounded a
corner to find Giles Stern writhing on the floor clutching his groin.  He'd
been running and, at the same time, trying to stuff his still erect member
back in his pants, while groaning with a severe case of blue balls.  He
thought he had accomplished it and savagely dragged his zipper skyward,
only to find his dick still in the way.  The teeth had chewed through an
inch of flesh before stopping.  (There.  Told you I get the bastard.  But
wait, there's more).  Both girls, remembering how he'd fled and left them,
ran past him laughing.

   Meanwhile Jenny was staggering down the corridor toward the exit.  She
reached up and undid the buckles behind her head and spat the gag from her
mouth.  Seeing the front doors she headed toward them just as the building
sprinklers activated.  The water cascaded down on poor Jenny although the
cold liquid hitting her scarlet bottom felt quite nice.

   The talk in the canteen for the next two weeks would be dominated by
everyone's first impressions when they saw the blonde with the big hooters
(as she was known to most of the men) emerge into the light.  What had she
been doing, and more importantly, who had she been doing it with, when the
fire drill had interrupted them.  The rumors would spread and were given
even more credence when Giles Stern didn't return to work, even after 2
weeks off sick.

   As Jenny exited the building, she saw all the other people who had
responded to the fire drill and gave a little scream.  This had the exact
opposite effect to the one she wanted, as every one of the hundred or so
heads swung round to stare at the source of the noise.  They all saw
Jenny's magnificent naked body, in nothing more than black stockings and
suspenders, dripping wet, glistening in the sunlight.  If one of the women
from her original team hadn't rushed up and thrown a coat round her, there
would have been a riot.

   Jenny was driven home and, luckily, John was still out at work, so she
had time to recover and prepare herself without having to explain to him
why she was returning from work practically naked.  After a long hot bath
she would greet John as if nothing had happened.  Jenny assumed that if she
had had to tell him about her ordeal he would have gone looking for Stern
and beaten the crap out of him.  (Of course we know he might also have
shaken him by the hand but Jenny didn't know that).  She also thought she
was fortunate that John didn't comment when she spent the whole evening
standing up.  She'd looked at herself in the mirror and thought "The last
time I saw an arse that red it was attached to the back of a baboon").

   Later that night Jenny lay on her side in bed, staring at the face of
her peacefully sleeping husband, mulling over the events of the day.  On
the down side she'd been stripped, displayed, soaked, and humiliated in
public.  But on the other hand she'd been masturbated to within an ace of
climax, twice, spanked by a master of the art, and forced to endure the
greatest orgasmic pleasure her body had ever experienced.  So just another
ordinary day in Jenny world then.

   She remembered when she had returned home.  She had quickly discarded
the few items she was still wearing before scrubbing herself to get rid of
the odd rubber smell.  Later she'd thrown the shoes, stockings and
suspender belt in the trash but after some thought she kept the other
items.

   The six cloth cuffs that had been secured around her wrists, upper arms
and ankles were now hidden at the bottom of her underwear drawer.

   "Perhaps I'll model them for John one day," she thought impishly, "if
he's good that is."

   Jenny had only closed her eyes for a couple of minutes when her lips
bent in a small smile.  She'd just remembered it was John's birthday in a
couple of weeks, lucky man.  With a contented purr she drifted off to sleep
the sleep of the innocent and of the incredibly sexually sated.



   Epilogue

   Jenny didn't know it but she wasn't the last person to leave the company
building that day.  That honour had gone to Mr.  Albert Black, a security
guard.  Albert usually worked the front desk, greeting and checking
employees and visitors into the building each morning.  He would often see
Jenny and the twins bouncing merrily towards him at the start of the
working day.  He, like all the male employees, had instantly fallen in lust
with her and this was only helped by Jenny's sweet beaming smile and cheery
"Hello" each morning.

   On the fateful day Albert had been asked to do some overtime in the
control room and to monitor the security CCTV cameras.  Imagine his delight
when the first image he saw from the newly installed high-definition camera
in room 101 was Jenny dressed in only a slip.  He'd immediately whacked
(pun intended) a new tape in the video machine and set it going.  He was
even more amazed when Jenny kept disappearing and re-appearing in
ever-smaller items of underwear and it wasn't long before he was busily
playing with his joystick.  (and another pun intended).  He zoomed in and
out trying to catch as much detail as he could and he was lucky to be
filming a close up of Jenny's backside when she was bent over and double
handed by the two supervisors.  (There's few frames he'll be playing in
slo-mo for years to come).  He became somewhat concerned when Jenny was
restrained and fondled by five of the women but, hey, he's a guy so he let
them have their fun.  His Joystick was being given a real work out by now.
(As is mine actually, please forgive the wobbly writing.  Oh the old ones
are the best).

   He was surprised when Giles Stern entered the room.  Just like
practically every other person in the company Albert hated Giles Stern.  No
one should be able to talk to him like that and he'd sworn that one day
he'd get even.  He grew even more concerned as the scene played out and
Jenny was spanked and brought to orgasm but it was only when it became
clear that Stern was about to commit the ultimate violation of Albert's
dream girl that he hit the Fire alarm.  He watched as they all left the
building and then went to make sure Jenny was safe.  He watched as she
staggered out of the front door into the light before returning to the
control room.

   He left work later that day, whistling a merry tune, with a padded
envelope in his pocket.  The tape was going to keep him warm during many a
long winter's night he was sure.  The other reason for his happiness was
the fact that he'd made sure to get as many clear shots of the face of
Giles Stern on the tape as possible.  In a short while he'd write an
anonymous letter to Mr.  Stern demanding a small fortune to keep the tape
from being sent to the cops or published on the net.  Albert Black would
get his wish.  He'd get his revenge on Giles Stern.  He'd bleed the bastard
dry before he was finished.

   Two weeks later Giles Stern sat on his sofa in his tiny apartment stony
faced and deeply depressed.  He had received a letter from work telling him
he'd been sacked for gross breach of security procedures when it was
discovered he'd signed in seven unknown females without authorization.  He
could still remember the laughter of the nurses when he'd staggered into
the outpatients with his dick, deflated and bleeding copiously, trapped in
the teeth of his fly zipper.  He'd nearly screamed the place down when a
ham-fisted doctor hadn't bothered with anesthetic when freeing his member
and inserting sixteen stitches.  He had also, after his lieutenants had
told how he had fled leaving them to burn, been black balled from the Whips
and Chains Society.  In a normal club this involves members placing either
a white ball, for acceptance, or a black ball, for rejection, in a bag and
if any of the balls are found to be black the application is refused.  In
an S & M club they tended to take a more literal view of black balling so
Giles Stern's groin injuries were even worse than they had been.  The final
straw was the padded envelope lying by his side.  It had arrived that
morning.  His life was in tatters.  All this trouble because he'd pinched a
girl's bum.  Giles Stern had never felt so alone in his life.



  
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   For Queen and Country by Brummie

   Chapter 1

   Jenny Richards was unemployed again.  She had decided to leave her last
job after being seen naked in just stockings and suspenders by the entire
staff.  (You'd probably have decided the same, especially if you're a
bloke).  (See Jenny the Product Tester, never hurts to advertise).

   She had been looking through the small ads for a while when she came
upon one that wanted 'Adventurous People for an adventurous opportunity'
with just a phone number.  She called and had a stimulating conversation
with an answering machine before leaving her details.  She was eventually
called for an interview and lo and behold Jenny had been accepted as a
trainee for MI5, The British Secret Service.  (Look it's a fucking story
all right.  Don't start)

   John was so surprised that it was so easy to get in that he gave up his
boring job, applied as well and was also accepted.  The fact that they were
husband and wife wasn't considered a barrier in fact the 'Firm', as it was
known colloquially, seemed to think that this might be an advantage on some
occasions.

   The training began and went well.  John became particularly adept at
picking locks whilst Jenny's forte seemed to be in distracting the men and
annoying the women.  The only problem was that as ex-army and Air Force
chaps mostly staffed the Service the atmosphere was quite macho.  Women had
their uses but the men thought they did the real work.  This led to some of
the men treating the women with less respect than they should have and they
would often play tricks on them.

   About five weeks into the training Jenny was just finishing her lunch
when she was approached by two youngish men who introduced themselves as
James and Roger.  The ID cards, that they proffered, both said 'Armourer'.

   "Mrs.  Richards?" said James.

   "That's me," said Jenny.  "How can I help?"

   "We've had a report that you haven't been fitted for a sidearm yet.  Is
that correct?"

   "Yes," said Jenny.

   "Well, regulations state that all staff members must be fitted with a
holster and gun.  Well, no time like the present, will you follow us
please,"said Roger.  "May we call you Jenny?"

   Jenny followed them to a small office where she sat down.  James and
Roger talked for a few seconds in hushed tones before producing a standard
shoulder holster.  Jenny had chosen a pretty white blouse to wear that day
with large ruffs and puffy sleeves.  They gave it to Jenny to try but not
surprisingly her enormous breasts just got in the way.

   "Hmmm," said James.  "This could be a problem.  I'm awfully sorry Jenny,
but if we can't find a way to fit you for a holster, you won't be allowed
to graduate from the Service."

   Jenny was crushed.

   "Surely there's a way," she said, almost pleading.

   "Hmmm," said Roger.  "We could try a western style I suppose, but that
blouse will get in the way.  You'll have to remove it I'm afraid."

   Jenny was taken aback but she was determined to serve her country.

   "Well if it's the only way," she said and, rising, removed her shirt.

   She sat down again as both men stood staring at her upper body in just
her bra.  She wore a very pretty white lace one today that only just
managed to contain her bountiful breasts.  Roger produced another set of
straps and tried to fit this new holster only to be thwarted again.

   "This really is a poser Jenny," said James.

   Again they went into a conference in low voices until Jenny finally
caught the statement

   "She's not that patriotic."

   "What do they mean not patriotic," she thought indignantly.  "I would do
anything for my country."

   "Gentlemen, what's the problem'?  '

   "Well Mrs.  Richards," said Roger, "we only have one more option, the
cross your heart holster, but it's one that we hesitate to try."

   "Don't be silly," said Jenny.  "I insist we give it a go.  I'm not going
to be drummed out of the service by a bloody holster."

   Well all right, but I'm very sorry to say you're going to have to remove
your bra," Roger said, his voice trembling slightly.

   Jenny blanched, taken aback.

   "See, I told you she wasn't!" said James.

   Even more indignant now Jenny said "Well alright then, if it's the only
way!"

   She stood and, as she removed her bra, she thought to herself, "the
things I do for Queen and Country."

   Jenny stood with her arms across her chest waiting.

   James said, "I'm sorry Jenny but we can't fit the holster with your arms
there."

   Jenny sighed and slowly lowered her arms to her sides.  Both men stood
transfixed at the sight of the best looking pair of breasts either of them
had ever seen.  Large, high, firm and spherical with huge light brown
areolas and sticky out nipples.

   "Ahem," coughed Jenny.

   Both men jumped and James said "Ah yes, sorry Jenny, sit down please. 
Roger, if you're ready."

   Roger produced a number of new straps.  The first was placed over
Jenny's left shoulder, crossed between her breasts and under her right
armpit, then buckled at the back.  The second strap the opposite.  The
third went across her chest just above her breasts and under her armpits
again.  The last strap was quickly thrown over her head, placed across her
back, brought round the front, and buckled tightly beneath her boobs.  It
was only after all this was completed that Jenny commented, "Are you sure
that last one should have gone round the outside of my arms?  I can't move
them now."

   Roger looked surprised.

   "I'm dreadfully sorry Jenny I'll fix it now.  James, I can't see what
I'm doing, would you be so good?"

   With a nod James stood behind Jenny and said "I'm awfully sorry about
this Mrs.  Richards.  I'll just need to help my partner."

   So saying he reached round Jenny and softly cupped a breast in each hand
and, pressing them together so she couldn't see past them, lifted them up a
couple of inches.  Jenny gasped and said, "Is that really necessary?"

   "I'm sorry Jenny," said James, "but if we can't fit you, you'll be
dismissed.  Regulations you know."

   "Well alright then I suppose, but be as quick as you can please,"
replied Jenny.

   Roger reached under Jenny's breasts and began to tinker with the buckle.
After ten seconds he commented, 'Tricky little devil seems to be stuck."

   James, meanwhile, was still holding Jenny's breasts, which he
imperceptibly began to squeeze.  He made idle chatter, trying to distract
Jenny, as he gradually increased the rhythmical squeezing.  After twenty
seconds he commented, "Jenny, I'm awfully sorry about this, can I say,
though, that these are the finest breasts I've ever held.  You must be very
proud of them."

   "Er..Thank you," said Jenny.  "Can you hurry up down there."

   "Especially these," said James as he slowly dragged a thumb across each
nipple.  Jenny gasped again at the pleasurable sensations that coursed
through her breasts.  James continued to gently squeeze her breasts and
circled his thumb around her areolas.  Jenny's nipples showed their
patriotism by very quickly standing to attention and saluting.

   Roger seemed exasperated that he couldn't fix the buckle and looked up.
He absentmindedly placed his hands on top of Jenny's breasts.  She now had
four hands gently squeezing her boobs.

   "I'm sorry Jenny the buckle just won't shift.  We may have to try some
grease or, even tastier, I mean better, some butter."

   Jenny's face was starting to become flushed when the office door burst
open and a man wearing a chef's hat (presumably because he was a chef)
entered.

   "What the bloody hell's going on here!" he bellowed.  James and Roger
dropped Jenny's tits like they were hot potatoes and they bolted for the
door.

   "Damn it," thought James.  "Another ten minutes and we could have been
using the thigh holster trick on her.  We'd have had that bimbos skirt
around her waist and her knickers round her ankles.  Who knows how far we
could have got."

   The chef, meanwhile, helped unbuckle Jenny and then physically threw her
out of the office.

   "Don't let me catch you in here again," he said.  "Next time I'll tell
the Catering Manager what you've been doing in his office."

   Jenny stood clutching her blouse and bra in the corridor.  It took a
couple of seconds for her to realize that half a dozen people were staring
at her topless state and, with a shriek, she covered her bosom with the
shirt and ran to the Ladies toilet to re-dress herself.

   Later that week John and Jenny were called in to see Commander Holt, the
head of the Special Projects department.

   "We've got a job we think you two could be used for," he said.  "A
top-secret formula for a new fuel derivative has been stolen.  We have
reason to believe that it's in the house of Miss Larue.  Now Miss Larue is
a distant relation of the royals, so we can't just burst in mob handed and
turn the place over.  We need something more covert," he said.

   'We have discovered that Miss Larue is expecting two new members of her
household staff to arrive soon, a maid and a butler.  There seems to be a
high turnover of staff, particularly maids.  We intend to replace them with
you two.  The job is a simple one really.  You go in and, as quietly as
possible, search the house.  There's no rush, as it takes time to sell on
this sort of merchandise.  You are not to take any undue risks so, as long
as you're not caught, you should be safe."

   "Apart from Miss Larue, the house is occupied by a gardener called Kurt
and his twin brother, Gunter, a driver.  We suspect they are also her
bodyguards and they handle any dirty work she requires.  The only other
servant is a cook.  Miss Larue's father also lives in the house but we
don't believe either the cook or he is involved in his daughter's schemes.
Well, will you accept the mission?"

   John and Jenny exchanged glances and simultaneously answered, "Yes,
Sir!"

   Over the following week John was trained to butle and Jenny as a maid.
It had been decided that they would not go in as a married couple.  It was
explained that, in the unlikely eventuality that one of their covers was
blown, their relationship to the other couldn't be used to make them talk.



   Chapter 2

   John, under the pseudonym 'John Forbes' was interviewed on the Monday.
He sailed through and was hired immediately.  It was therefore he who
answered the door when Jenny arrived the next day.  In his best clipped
English accent he asked who was calling and said he'd inform the mistress
she was here.  Jenny earned a dark look when she joined in the game and
said grandly, "Thank you my man."

   John had a shock when he saw Jenny.  The controller had picked out the
clothes she would wear at the interview and, knowing Miss Larue's leanings,
he'd dressed Jenny in a very low cut blouse and short skirt.  Not the sort
of thing Jenny was comfortable wearing.  The skirt was slashed up the side
and gave an enticing flash of slender toned thigh at every movement.  The
blouse had gone down particularly well with the cab driver who'd brought
Jenny.  He had deliberately held her change just out of reach, so she had
to bend to push her head though the offside cab window, giving him a view
straight down her blouse at her huge soft pink cleavage.

   John showed Jenny into the morning room where Miss Larue was waiting. 
She rose and greeted her.  Miss Larue was a stunningly beautiful woman in
her mid thirties with a dark complexion and a chest that nearly rivaled
Jenny's (In case you hadn't guessed I likes 'em big).  Miss Larue was very
attentive and hands on.  She took any opportunity to touch Jenny's arm as
they chatted.  The interview didn't go to well.  It soon became apparent to
Miss Larue that Jenny wasn't very experienced at being a maid.  Still she
had other attributes.

   "Well lets see what you look like in uniform.  If you're ready, you can
change in the next room."

   Jenny went through to find a black and white maid's uniform on the
table. She stripped down and started to put it on.  First, the plain white
cotton panties, which were a snug fit, then the black stockings and
suspender belt.  The bra was fairly low cut and it became obvious why when
she put on the dress.  Although the fit was all right, she found the bodice
was low cut leaving a large amount of her bosom on display and the skirt
was so short it only just dropped below the level of her stocking tops. 
Standing, everything was fine but, if she had to bend down, then all sorts
of things were going to be on display.  She'd just have to be very careful.


   This being Jenny's first mission she didn't want to blow it so, even if
Miss Larue had asked her to work in the back half of a pantomime horse,
she'd have had to agree.  She looked at herself in the mirror and was
reminded of the bimbos who were chased around on the Benny Hill Show
generally getting goosed or loosing their clothes.  (Here's hoping).

   Jenny returned to the Morning room and, when Miss Larue saw her, her
eyes lit up.

   "My God Jenny, you look good enough to eat!" she said.

   In that one moment the job was sealed.  Miss Larue seemed to eye Jenny
almost hungrily.

   "Give me a twirl," she said and Jenny very carefully turned full circle.


   Miss Larue rose and approached her.  Standing a few inches taller than
Jenny, she had a perfect view of her bust and she spent a couple of minutes
fussing over the fit of the dress, running her hands over the sleeves, hips
and then caused Jenny's eye's to open wide when she, seemingly innocently,
stoked a hand down her derriere and gave it a squeeze.

   "Just perfect dear.  I hope you'll enjoy your stay with us," she said.
"Please come to me if you have any problems.  I'll always do my best to
make you feel happy.  I'm sure you'll fit right in here," she said.  "One
thing I must tell you though.  Through my bedroom is a Study.  It's my
sanctum and nobody is allowed in under any circumstances.  Do you
understand?"

   "Yes Miss," said Jenny.

   "OK.  You can start your duties now.  Off you go."

   Jenny performed her maid's duties all that day until the evening meal
was to be served.  The first course was soup, so Jenny took a small tureen
to the table to serve each person.  There were only two this evening and
this was the first time Jenny had seen Miss Larue's father.  He was a tall,
painfully thin man with gray hair and aged about 65.  He sat at one end of
the table with Miss Larue at the other.

   Serving Mr.  Larue first, she stood by his side carefully ladling the
soup from the tureen into his bowl.  Jenny was well aware that as she bent
forward more of her bosom was displayed and she could see Mr.  Larue
surreptitiously looking down her dress every chance he got.  As she ladled
the second lot of soup into his bowl she felt a hand placed on the back of
her stocking clad leg.  It quickly started to stroke up and down.

   "Oh God.  What do I do now?" she thought.  "I can't slap him or kick up
a fuss, I'll get chucked out."

   With a flash of inspiration Jenny slowly poured the third ladle of soup
straight into Mr.  Larue's lap.  He leapt up as he felt the hot liquid in
his crotch.

   "Yow!  Watch where you're pouring that you stupid girl," he screamed.

   "Oh, I'm so sorry sir.  Here, let me get you a napkin," she said
innocently.

   "Never mind father," said Miss Larue.  "Sit down and eat your soup. 
'Jenny, serve mine now please."

   Jenny took the tureen to the other end of the table and started to serve
Miss Larue.  This time she felt a hand stroking up and down her other leg.

   "Bloody hell," she thought, "now what.  I can't pour soup over them
both."

   Jenny finished serving Miss Larue and stepped away.

   "Will there be anything else madam?" she asked.

   Miss Larue smiled broadly at her and said, "No thank you.  That's just
fine..  for now."

   "Christ," thought Jenny, "What a family.  I've only been here a day and
I've been goosed by the Father and his daughter already.  The things I do
for Queen and Country."

   From that point on a pattern was set.  Whenever Miss Larue dinned alone,
or with her father, she would slowly stroke Jenny's nearest stocking clad
leg whenever she came to serve each course.  Old Man Larue left her alone
and treated her warily, especially when she had a soup ladle or any sharp
implement in her hand, but he still did his best to stare down her dress,
at her soft pink quivering breasts.



   Over the next couple of days Jenny took any opportunity she could to
search the house.  Looking behind paintings for hidden safes or in draws
and cupboards.  She and John were ninety nine percent certain that the
papers would be in the study behind Miss Larue's bedroom, but it would be
stupid if they were hidden in plain sight in some other part of the house
and they hadn't checked.  They bided their time, waiting for a chance to
get into the study.

   Jenny's worst nightmare happened one afternoon.  She was going through
some papers in the Library when a voice said, "And what do you think you
are doing, young lady?"

   Miss Larue's father had caught her reading some of his daughter's
correspondence.

   "I'm going to tell my daughter that you are poking your nose into her
business."

   He turned to go.  Jenny could see the mission disappearing in front of
her eyes.

   "Wait, please sir!  Don't do that.  I'll be sacked and I need this job."

   Mr.  Larue turned and looked at Jenny steadily.  "Do you now'," he said.
"Well, I'll think about it.  We'll talk about this some other time."

   Jenny was feeling sick with worry.  Would he tell on her?  Was her first
mission a failure?  Even worse, if he informed on her, would Miss Larue
think she was looking for the formula and not just snooping and set the
twins on her.  That could be really dangerous to her health.

   She was pre-occupied for most of the afternoon, so much so that, as she
finished polishing some spoons, she turned round and bumped head on into
Miss Larue.  It was like two pairs of zeppelins crashing into each other.

   "Oh, sorry madam," she said and was just going to step away when Miss
Larue seized her arms and pressed her even closer.

   "Don't worry yourself my dear," said Miss Larue.  "You've been looking a
little down.  Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

   "Er..no, no thank you madam.  I'm sure I'll be OK soon."

   Miss Larue gently stroked her face and said, 'Look Jenny.  I'll make
this plain for you.  I noticed that you didn't pull away when I touched you
at dinner.  I'm very sensitive to girls and I could make you forget all
your troubles, if you let me."

   Jenny might have the brains of a hat stand but Miss Larue's meaning was
not lost even on her.  She pulled away stammering, "Oh..  er..  No..  Thank
you madam.  I'll be fine."

   "All right Jenny but you know where my room is if you change your mind,"
she said and walked away.

   "Blimey," thought Jenny, "they're all bloody sex mad in this house." (Oh
goody).

   Later that evening Jenny was in to her room.  She had stripped naked and
was doing some bending and stretching exercises.  (Can I just recommend to
the reader at this time that they take a couple of minutes and quietly sit
and contemplate the full ramifications of that last sentence). . . . . .

   OK, on with the story.

   There was a knock at the door so Jenny quickly wrapped herself in a robe
and opened it.  Miss Larue's father stood there.

   "Follow me girl," he said tersely and started off down the corridor.

   "Oh hell," thought Jenny.  "What does the old fart want now?"

   She closed her door and went after him.  Just as she caught up to him,
he turned and entered one of the larger bathrooms.  Jenny followed him in
and, once she'd passed through the door, he bolted it.

   "What can I do for you Sir?" Jenny said.

   "Well, girl.  You can remove that robe," said the old man.

   "What?" exclaimed Jenny.

   "Listen girl.  Either I tell my daughter you were snooping through her
letters or you lose the robe.  Now, which is it going to be?"

   Jenny's face betrayed the conflicting emotions she felt, as she turned
over the alternatives in her mind.  Eventually she arrived at the
inevitable conclusion that the old man held all the aces and she was in his
power for now.  She slowly untied her belt and slowly opened the robe
uncovering her bosom but keeping the lower half closed, hoping that would
be enough to satisfy the old man.

   He stared at her magnificent mammaries for a few seconds before saying,
"I said take it off.  Don't make me say it again."

   Jenny hesitated and then, shucking the robe from her shoulders, allowed
it to slip to the floor, while keeping her hands crossed in front of her
pussy.  Again he looked her over for a few seconds before saying, "Hands!"

   Jenny slowly and reluctantly moved her hands to her sides.  A small
frisson passed through her lower belly as she stood with her head bowed,
feeling the old man's eyes burning into her hairless slit.

   "Turn round," he said.

   Jenny turned, presenting him with a clear view of her perfect peach like
buttocks.

   He examined her butt for a while and then said, "Right, into the
shower."

   "What?  said Jenny.

   "I said into the shower."

   Jenny slowly entered the large shower cubicle and turned, to find he had
dropped his robe and followed her in.  The cubicle was easily big enough to
take two people; in fact it could probably take six if they were very close
friends.  Old man Larue was now dressed in only a pair of shorts, leaving
the rest of his wrinkled body naked.

   "Turn round," he instructed Jenny.

   She turned to face away from, him then he said, "Now, left hand on the
wall."

   Jenny placed her left palm on the wall of the shower.

   "Higher," he ordered.

   She moved it up six inches.

   "Now the right on the opposite side," he said.

   She put her other hand on the glass on the outside of the shower.  The
old man gathered Jenny's hair and gripped it in one hand.  He whispered,
"Move the hands and I tell.  Understand!" giving her hair a tug.

   "Yes, I understand," she said quietly.

   With a nod he pushed Jenny's hair over her shoulder, leaving her back
completely exposed.

   Taking the showerhead, he ran the water until it turned a comfortable
lukewarm, and then began to play it across Jenny's shoulders and down her
back.  He was careful not to miss a spot, making sure her entire back,
bottom and legs were dripping wet.  Then, placing the showerhead back into
its holster, he took up a bottle of shower gel and squeezed it onto her
skin.  With gentle motions, he washed Jenny's long slender back, stroking
and caressing her skin.  She soon became covered with soapy bubbles.  The
hands moved lower and, after another spurt of gel, began washing her
beautiful bottom cheeks.

   After three lifetimes of massaging her butt, he continued down her left
leg, slowly washing and caressing her thigh, then lower to her calf. 
Eventually he lifted her left foot and washed and massaged that.  Jenny's
foot was released and placed back down at the edge of the shower stall. 
The hands then started again at the top of her right thigh, smoothing and
washing their way to her right foot.  That was replaced at the right edge
of the shower' leaving Jenny spread-eagled in a star shape, with the whole
back of her body covered with soapy bubbles.

   During the washing, Jenny's mood had gradually turned from exasperation
at being in the old man's power to a contented erotic haze.  By the time
the old man finished the sensual massage of her back, bottom and legs, her
head hung down.  She was breathing slowly and deeply, and she was lost in
the warm gentle sensations.

   Old man Larue stood and pressed close to Jenny's back.  He pulled her
hair over her shoulder to hang down her back, then cupped his hand gently
round her throat.  He pulled back until Jenny's head was resting on his
shoulder and she was looking up at the ceiling.  By craning his head
forward he could look down the front of her body.  Of course her huge
breasts hid the majority of it but he could see enough.

   He again took up the showerhead and started to cover her front with the
warm water.  The water sprayed her from the neck down, squirting into all
the nooks and crannies until she was completely soaked.  Jenny's soporific
mood was suddenly broken as the old man flicked a switch on the showerhead
and the gentle spray became a needle jet.  Jenny gasped as he played the
needles of water around her breast.  Circling around, gradually zeroing in
on the apex.  The force of the water was great enough to move her flesh
around on its own.  The gasp became a groan as the sharp jets of water hit
her areola and nipple.  After teasing one breast for a minute, he switched
and repeated the process on the other.  Jenny began to writhe and wiggle as
the water stimulated her mammaries.

   The needle spray headed south and, after stopping off to tease her belly
button, moved on.  The excitement grew in Jenny.  She could feel the jet
moving slowly down and knew exactly where it was heading.  An explosion of
pleasure hit her naked pussy as the water slammed home.

   "Mmmmmm," She moaned into his ear.

   The spray continued to torment her pussy lips until he switched the
water off, leaving her on the edge of release.

   After squeezing large globs of gel from the bottle on to her breasts, he
used both hands to massage her tits, squishing and squashing them, molding
and mashing them, building up the soapy lather as he caressed her flesh. 
His favorite trick was to squeeze the base of her breast between his
fingers and thumb and pull out from her body.  The breast gradually slipped
between his fingers until they were left holding only the nipple, which was
pulled right out, before finally slipping out of his grasp, allowing the
tit to spring back into shape.

   Half a dozen of these and Jenny's breath was soon coming in short gasps.
His hands moved down and began to wash her lovely flat stomach, before his
left continued on to smoothly stroke over her pussy mound.  The massaging
of Jenny had brought her to the edge and it only took thirty seconds of his
boney fingers rubbing across her clitoris, and dipping into her pussy now
and then, to push her over the edge into a body wracking orgasm.

   "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned long and hard.

   Old man Larue used his right hand to fish his penis out of his shorts
and, with a quick couple of pulls, he joined Jenny in a climax, spraying
his seed over her back and buttocks.

   Jenny was left standing spread-eagled in the shower, gasping for breath,
as old man Larue put on his robe and left the bathroom.  Realizing he had
gone, she sat down on a small ledge in the shower to recover.  After a few
minutes she washed off the soap and stickiness from her body, climbed out
of the shower, and put on her robe.  As she left the bathroom she thought
to herself, "God, the things I do for Queen and Country."



   Chapter 3

   A couple of fruitless searching days later, just after lunchtime, Jenny
was in her room cleaning herself up and changing in to a clean uniform. 
She had been in the larder when old man Larue had cornered her.  Luckily
they were disturbed before he could do too much.  They were ushered out of
the kitchen with sheepish expressions on their faces by a disgusted cook.
Old man Larue's hands and mouth were covered with jam.  Jenny had both
breasts hanging out of her top, one tit covered with preserve and the other
still shiny with saliva.

   After she finished changing she walked along the corridor toward Madam's
bedroom.  As she was passing a broom cupboard the door opened and a hand
emerged from the darkness.  It pulled her inside.  A strong arm encircled
her trapping her arms and, before she could scream, a hand was clapped over
her mouth.  Jenny was breathing hard through her nose, ready to struggle,
when a familiar voice whispered in her ear.

   "It's all right dear!  It's just me."

   John had not had the chance to be alone with his wife for many days now.
They had agreed it would be too risky for either of them to be caught in
the other's bedrooms.  He had spotted Madam caressing his wife and this
only served to emphasize his feelings of depravation and frustration.

   Twenty minutes later a very flushed Jenny emerged from the cupboard,
stuffing her left tit back into her top and pulling her panties back across
to cover her pussy.  She signalled the all clear to John and, with a quick
kiss, trotted along to the nearest bathroom, to repair her lipstick, which
was smeared all over her face (and nipples she found out later) and comb
her hair, which looked like she'd arrived for work on a motorbike.

   At last an opportunity presented itself for John to search the study
behind Madam's bedroom.  It was the cook's day off, Miss Larue had been
driven away by Gunter to an appointment and Kurt had taken Old man Larue to
have a wound stitched.  He'd made the mistake of goosing Jenny while she
was bending over.  She'd shrieked, whirled round, and nearly castrated him
with the carving knife she was holding.

   "You keep watch darling and I'll try and get in the study to search it,"
said John.

   He would need time to use his lock picking skills to open the study door
and time to find the stolen formula.  Jenny stood at the bedroom door,
alternately watching John and the front door.  After ten minutes he
succeeded in cracking the lock and disappeared inside.  Jenny was so intent
on watching the front, she was surprised when Miss Larue appeared on the
landing coming from the direction of the back door.  Jenny only had time to
warn John, who had no alternative other than to close the study door and
hide inside.

   "Is there a problem, Madam?" enquired Jenny.

   "Yes, damn car broke down!  I've left Gunter to wait for the breakdown
service.  I managed to get a lift back."

   She then strode into her bedroom and took off her coat.  Jenny was
becoming anxious.  She had to distract her in some way to give John a
chance to escape.  But how?

   "Thank you Jenny.  That will be all for now.  I think I'll get on with
some paper work while the car's out of commission."

   "Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you Madam?" Jenny said,
thinking fast.

   "No," said Miss Larue, as she turned toward the study.  "You can go
now."

   Jenny was frantic.  What could she do?

   "Erm..Er..Madam..Er.." she said eruditely.

   "Well, what is it girl?  Speak up," demanded Miss Larue.

   "Er..Well..Er.." Jenny stammered unable to think of anything but John.

   Miss Larue waited impatiently, looked at her then, slowly smiled.  She
thought she knew why Jenny was so nervous and tongue-tied.  She walked over
to her and said 'So you've decided to take me up on my offer, have you?"

   "Which offer would that be Madam' said Jenny unsurely.

   "Don't play coy with me girl.  You know what I mean.  Your curiosity has
got the better of you hasn't it?"

   "Oh Christ," thought Jenny.  "She thinks I'm interested in her."

   Seeing Jenny hesitate, Miss Larue pushed the point

   "Make up your mind Jenny.  Either stay or leave me to my work."

   Jenny thought like lightning but couldn''t see any other way to distract
Miss Larue.  The last thing she wanted was to make out with another woman
but she'd inadvertently fallen into Miss Larue's web.

   "Well..Er..Perhaps we could..Er.."

   Miss Larue decided to take charge.  She thought Jenny obviously wanted
to try it but needed to be helped to make up her mind.  She stepped close
to her and gently took her head into her hands.  Then, turning Jenny's face
upward, planted a soft kiss on her lips.

   "Madam!" exclaimed Jenny, drawing back.

   "Well, what's it to be girl.  Do we carry on or not?"

   Jenny was stumped.  She couldn't see any other choice.  She had to
distract this woman and give John an opportunity to escape undetected.

   It seemed to Miss Larue that Jenny suddenly came to a decision.

   "Yes please Madam," she said in a small, quiet, voice.

   Miss Larue relaxed.  She had been waiting, tensely herself, hoping the
spectacularly beautiful and buxom maid would fall under her spell, just
like most of the other maids had, and now she had her almost begging for
her to demonstrate her skills on her.

   Again Miss Larue held Jenny's head and gave her another, slightly more
ardent, kiss.  She didn't press too hard, she didn't want to scare the
timid girl off.  She would kick herself if she became too insistent too
early on and scared this prize away.  She'd have to leave all the
battery-operated contraptions in the bedside table for now.  There was no
surer way to scare off an unsure and timid new girl by coming at her while
wearing a 12 inch black strap-on.  She believed she was coaxing Jenny to
stay whereas, ironically, Jenny actually couldn't afford to leave for
John's sake.

   The soft kiss became more passionate and Miss Larue gently pushed her
tongue forward, pressing between Jenny's lips.  Jenny tensed, but
maintained the kiss until eventually they were both sucking on each other's
mouths.  Miss Larue gently began to caress Jenny's back and then down to
her butt.  The kiss was becoming more fervent with each passing second.  It
was almost enough to take Jenny's breath away.

   Miss Larue broke the lip lock and, looking deeply into Jenny's eyes,
moved her hands to the back of Jenny's neck and started to pull down the
zipper on her black, maid's uniform.  Slowly the zip descended as Jenny
stood like a rabbit caught in the car headlights.  The dress dropped to her
ankles leaving her in the uniform black bra, panties, stockings and
suspenders.  Planting soft little kisses on Jenny's face, Miss Larue
released the bra clasp and, ever so slowly, pulled it from Jenny's
shoulders.  Jenny instinctively covered herself but Miss Larue took her
wrists and gently moved her arms aside.  Dropping the bra to the floor, she
stood and admired Jenny's enormous, globe like mammaries with the large
light brown areolas and nipples.  Jenny stood trembling as Miss Larue's
hands softly caressed her breasts.

   She took Jenny's hands and moved then upward.

   "Cup your breasts for me, my dear," she said.

   Jenny cupped her own mammaries.

   "Now hold them up for me."

   Jenny pressed her tits higher until the nipples were at shoulder level.
She watched, mesmerized,as Miss Larue opened her mouth and extended her
tongue.  With painful slowness she inched forward until her tongue found
Jenny's nipple.  Looking deeply into Jenny's eyes, she tenderly circled her
tongue around and around, teasing Jenny's areola and nipple.  It swelled
and became erect almost immediately.  She switched to the other breast and
repeated the torment.  Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed the apex of
Jenny's tit, using her lips and tongue to stimulate the breast.  Switching
between tits, she continued until Jenny started to moan quietly.

   Miss Larue knelt before Jenny, gripped the sides of her panties and
pulled them over her hips and down her legs.  She stopped as she got a
first look at Jenny's stunning hairless pussy lips.  Placing her hands on
Jenny's bottom, she leant forward and placed a kiss on her mound, before
pulling Jenny down to the floor.  She laid her down and, kneeling at her
ankles, split them apart, and moved forward between them.  Miss Larue
kissed her way up Jenny's thigh until she came to the junction.  Jenny
looked down her body between her breasts as Miss Larue zeroed in on her
defenseless, shaven vagina.

   She gasped as Miss Larue's fingers spread her naked pussy lips and her
tongue invaded her depths.  The room was silent save for the sounds of
Jenny's rasping breath and the wet slurping noises caused by Miss Larue
working on her vagina.

   She insinuated her hands beneath Jenny's butt and lifted until her hips
were a foot off the ground.  Jenny's pussy was now displayed prominently
and even more exposed, if that were possible.  She dived in again and
continued the oral stimulation.  The danger of the situation, the unusual
experience and the skills of Miss Larue, combined to drive Jenny quickly up
the hill towards climax.  It only took a few minutes and, as soon as the
lips and tongue contacted her clitoris, she shuddered, groaned and crashed
over into orgasm.

   John, meanwhile, was still in the study.  He had managed to find the
briefcase containing the stolen formula and he was looking through the
keyhole trying to discern what was happening and what the strange noises
were.

   Jenny lay, panting for breath, as Miss Larue removed her clothes,
revealing her own fantastic body.  She was tall and tanned, with breasts
only a little smaller than Jenny's mammoth globes.  She knelt by Jenny's
head, bent down and kissed her, before cocking her leg over her and
placeing her knees either side of Jenny's shoulders, so they were facing in
opposite directions.

   "Your turn to serve me now my dear," she said and slowly lowered her
hips.

   Jenny stared, hypnotized, at the pussy approaching her face. 
Recognizing the inevitable she thought to herself, "The things I do for
Queen and Country."

   John decided to risk it and quietly slipped the Study door open.  He
could see Miss Larue kneeling with her back to him.  Her head was thrown
back in the grip of indescribable pleasure.  He silently crept forward and
suddenly realized that a naked Miss Larue had her hips jammed on top of the
face of his wife.  Jenny was busily plunging her tongue in to the depths of
Miss Larue and occasionally using her lips to gently suck on her extended
and erect clit.  John stood stunned for a minute before Jenny opened her
eyes and saw him.

   They both looked at each other shocked, John with the briefcase in his
hand and Jenny with Miss Larue's clit between her lips.  After a few
seconds Miss Larue asked, "Why have you stopped dear?  You were doing so
well."

   She started to turn and Jenny, quick as a flash, did the only thing she
could.  She reached forward and pushed Miss Larue down, until her head was
buried in her crotch.  Immediately Miss Larue attacked Jenny's pussy with
fingers, lips and tongue.

   John stood for another few seconds, watching Miss Larue perform on his
wife's vagina, before holding up the briefcase and tapping his watch to
indicate to Jenny that he had found the formula and to give him as much
time as she could to allow him to escape.  Jenny watched John leave before
resuming her assault on Miss Larue's pussy.  They strived together in the
sixty-nine position.

   The next hour passed in a haze of erotic licking, stroking and probing.
Jenny gave as good as she got in an attempt to keep Miss Larue occupied. 
She was glad of her body's suppleness, especially the time when her ankles
ended up behind her ears.  Miss Larue's skills and Jenny's enthusiasm
brought them both to the heights of pleasure time and again.  On one
occasion, using a trick Miss Rue said she had learnt in Bangkok, called the
Butterfly Kiss.  Jenny thought her head would explode the first time Miss
Larue used it on her.  Eventually Miss Larue was worn down by Jenny's
enthusiasm and she fell into a shallow doze on the large double bed they
had moved to.  Jenny gathered her clothes and slipped out and back to her
room.



   Chapter 4.

   An hour later, Jenny silently opened her bedroom door and sneaked a look
out.  She couldn't see anyone so, quickly scooping up her suitcase, she
moved out onto the landing.  Her footsteps sounded thunderous in her
nervous state as she walked quickly along the corridor and down the stairs
heading toward the front door.

   She turned the handle and opened it.  She would have stepped through had
the twins, Kurt and Gunter, not been blocking her way.  Turning quickly she
came face to face with Miss Larue and the snub nosed revolver she was
pointing at Jenny's stomach.

   "Going somewhere, dear?" she said.

   Before Jenny could reply, both of her arms were seized from behind.

   "I think we need to ask you a few questions.  Bring her!" said Miss
Larue ominously.

   John arrived at headquarters in London without incident.  He passed
through the security procedures and went to report to his controller to be
debriefed.  He hadn't heard from Jenny yet and was beginning to become
concerned for her safety.  He carried the briefcase containing the stolen
formula, so he thought they'd made a success of their first mission.

   Back in the mansion Jenny had been dragged down to the basement by the
twins.  (Blimey.  That must have brought tears to her eyes).  Miss Larue
watched as they stripped the clothes from her body, tied her hands
together, and laid her on her back on a large wooden table.  Her tied hands
were secured over her head and then both ankles tied to the corner legs at
the other end of the table.  Jenny struggled but the knots were tied with
typical German efficiency.

   Miss Larue then began to rummage through Jenny's bag.  She soon found a
picture of Jenny hugging 'Forbes' the butler.  (Looks like the security of
the Realm is safe with Jenny on the job).  Miss Larue seemed particularly
interested in a mobile phone she found.  One of the numbers she saw was for
a 'John Richards'.

   Slowly moving to the side of Jenny's table, Miss Larue sat on the edge
and studied her closely.

   "I went to my study and found the door unlocked so I checked and the
briefcase is gone.  Where's my formula?" she demanded.

   Jenny stared back at her defiantly, but remained silent.  Miss Larue
placed her hand on Jenny's naked stomach and gently stroked up until her
hand rested on her right breast.  She seized the nipple and twisted it
viciously.  Jenny grimaced but still remained silent, resolutely staring
back in her eyes.

   "'We could break you girl.  Kurt and Gunter enjoy that sort of thing and
they've had a lot of practice."

   Jenny glanced over at the grinning faces of the two Germans then back to
the woman.

   "But that would take time, which is one thing we don't have.  So we'll
have to use Plan B.  You can't give me my formula, but I know a man who
can." Rising, she turned to the twins and said, "OK boys, do your stuff!"

   Kurt and Gunter stooped, taking two implements from under the table and,
grinning, showed them to Jenny.  Her eyes opened wide as she gasped, "No!
You can't!  Not that, please not that!"

   Miss Larue, sat quietly smoking a cigarette and watched as they used the
two large feathers.  The giggling started straight away.  The feathers were
stroked over just about every sensitive spot on Jenny's body.  It wasn't
long before the laughter turned to groaning, then pleading and then to
screaming.  Eventually Miss Larue picked up the mobile phone she haf taken
from Jenny's bag and dialled a number.

   John was sitting in the office at MI5 when his phone rang.  The little
screen showed it was Jenny calling so he answered with "Hello darling. 
Everything worked out OK then?"

   A different voice to the one he was expecting answered, "No it didn't
John, and I don't think your wife would think so either.  I want my formula
and you're going to bring it to me," said Miss Larue.

   "I don't know what you're taking about Miss Larue," answered John,
guardedly.

   "Well let's see if I can explain it more clearly, shall we?"

   With that she moved toward the table and held up the phone.  The twins
were still tormenting Jenny.

   "Oh God!  Please stop!  I'll tell you anything.  Please no more.  I
can't take any more!" she screamed.

   After a few more seconds, Miss Larue signalled the twins and they
stopped.  Jenny stopped yelling and rested back on the table, gulping huge
breaths of air.

   "Well Mr.  Richards.  Do I get my formula?" Miss Larue demanded.

   With a voice as cold as the grave John answered, "Where do we swap?"

   "'I think somewhere nice and public, where lots of people can get hurt
if any shooting starts," said Miss Larue.  "Let's say the south corner of
Trafalgar Square, one hour.  Don't be late," and disconnected the line.

   Turning back toward the twins she said, "Well we've got ten minutes to
spare, continue what you were doing boys.  Make sure our little birdie
appreciates the error of her ways."

   Both twins raised their feathers, smiled slowly, and advanced on poor
Jenny.  There was one particular bit they hadn't tried yet.

   Fifty minutes later, John was standing at the South corner of Trafalgar
Square beneath a huge bored looking statue of a lion.  He was more agitated
than he had ever been in his life, but he fought to remain calm.  Jenny was
depending on him.

   After five minutes a voice said, "Mr.  Forbes, or do you prefer
Richards?" asked Miss Larue.

   John stared malevolently at her, waiting.  She reached out and he passed
over the briefcase.  She turned to go when John demanded, "Where's my
wife?"

   Miss Larue turned and signalled across the square, "She's just over
there Mr.  Richards.  Be seeing you."

   Across the other side of the square, about a hundred yards away, Jenny
was sitting on a bench.  A twin sat either side of her.  She seemed to have
her arms round their shoulders and she was covered with a blanket.  At the
signal the twins rose and turned to walk away.  As Kurt passed, he grasped
the corner of the blanket and dragged it behind him.

   Jenny was left sitting totally naked on the bench.  Her arms, which
seemed to be around the twins, were in fact tied along the top of the seat.
Her ankles, stretched three feet apart, were secured to the front legs at
each end of the bench.  It took about two seconds for the first Japanese
tourist to notice the naked blonde with the huge hooters sitting in plain
sight and another two seconds for his camera to be raised.

   At the signal John had started racing across the square.  He moved
faster than he thought possible but there was at least half a dozen cameras
flashing away when he reached Jenny.  He barged his way through them and
started to quickly free his wife.  John finally released Jenny and wrapped
her in his coat.  Unfortunately it was only a short jacket and Jenny had an
uncomfortable five minutes walking back to the car followed by hundreds of
tourists all taking photos of her bare bum.



   Epilogue.

   Jenny sat in the front passenger seat as John drove them home.  She
turned and said, "Well I sure blew our first mission didn't I?  The
villains got away and took the formula as well.  It couldn't have ended any
worse."

   John sighed and looked quickly at his wife.  "Actually darling," he
said, "The Boss has asked me to congratulate you on a job well done."

   "What?" exclaimed Jenny, "How can that be?"

   "Well," said John.  "I replaced the formula with that recipe you tried
last Easter; you remember the one you served just before the entire family
went down with galloping diarrhea."

   "Oh yes, that one," said Jenny guiltily.

   "If they put that in their engines, the only place they'll be going fast
is to the crapper.  Also, I slipped a homing device into the case and the
'Firm' are tracking them as we speak.  They're going to pick them up as
soon as they meet their contact and we'll get them, Miss Larue and her gang
as well.  So you see the mission was a huge success, and we're a success as
well."

   "John, you're a marvel,"said Jenny.  "You deserve a great big reward."

   Jenny thought to herself, "Yes a big reward, and I'll make sure you get
it tonight darling." "I wonder,"' she mused, "how he'll react when I serve
him his dinner wearing that maid's uniform I kept."

   In her mind's eye she pictured the scene.  She approaches wearing the
tiny black dress with the plunging neckline and the short skirt, over
stockings and suspenders.  She bends deeply to serve him and he catches
sight of her hanging boobs and naked thighs above the stocking tops.  He
leaps up, clears everything from the table top with one sweep of his arm,
throws her onto the table and rogers her senseless.

   "Hmmmmm, yes," thought Jenny, "that should do it.  I'll have to teach
him the butterfly kiss as soon as I can though.  He'll really like that
one."

   "Of course, he may not always be in the mood," Jenny chuckled to
herself, "but whenever that happens, I'll just have to remind him of the
time he watched while I licked and sucked on Miss Larue's pussy.  He'll
have a hard-on like a milk bottle in seconds.  The only thing remaining
then is to find out where I can get one of those feathers that the twins
used on me in the basement."



  
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   The Body Double by Brummie

   Chapter 1.

   Jenny and John walked down a corridor in the headquarters building of
MI5.  Jenny wasn't sure she wanted to go but John had persuaded her.  They
were heading to a new training class that Jenny had told John about.  It
wasn't on the curriculum so John was intrigued.  Lucy, one of the other
women who worked within the service, had told Jenny over lunch about the
class.

   "'It's a special one, only for especially good agents, so naturally
you're invited," she'd said.

   This appealed to Jenny's vanity.  She and John had, more by luck than
judgment, made a success of their last mission (See For Queen and Country).
Jenny was full of herself and now thought she was as good as qualified as
an agent.

   The class turned out to be teaching the art of escapology.  It was
explained to her by Debbie, the buxom brunette, and Suki, the elfin faced
Japanese girl, that agents, just like on TV and film, were always getting
themselves into tight spots and knowing how to escape from different sorts
of restraints was vital for a top agent.  Jenny's legendary naivety kicked
in and she fell for it hook, line and sinker.

   At the first lesson she met the other class members.  Three guys she
didn't know.  They spent the first twenty minutes tying each other up with
ropes and the last ten minutes everyone tying up Jenny.  She had more rope
on her than the Titanic.

   Jenny didn't tell John about the second class.  She had spent the entire
lesson successfully escaping every time she was bound.  It was ten minutes
from the end when Jack said, "I know, let's make this a bit more
interesting.  Jenny, how about a wager?"

   "'What sort of wager?"' she said.

   "Well," he said, "I think I can tie you up with six inches of string and
you wont be able to escape."

   She was beginning to think this escapology lark was easy, so it was
agreed if she won, by either getting free or just by standing up, they'd
buy her lunch.  But for every minute she failed to escape, she'd pay a
small forfeit.

   "Don't worry!  We'll think of something," William had said.

   Jack produced the tiny length of string and asked Jenny to put her arms
behind her back.  He then crossed her thumbs and tied them together.  She
was then lowered to the floor and turned on to her front.  Jack removed her
shoes and bent her left leg until her ankle lay across the back of her
right knee.  Then, bending her right leg up towards her bum trapping her
left ankle, he pressed down and looped her tied thumbs over her right foot.
As soon as he let go, her right leg tried to spring outward but was trapped
by her thumbs.  Jenny lay hogtied with six inches of twine.

   This was a new one to Jenny and she wriggled around but couldn't free
herself.

   "One minute," said William.  "First forfeit."

   After a pause Suki came forward.  She started at the top and began
undoing the buttons on Jenny's blouse.  As she objected Suki pushed it back
over her shoulders and down her arms as far as she could.  Jenny's cheeks
blushed and she resumed her struggles.  This had just taken a more ominous
turn.  Only six paragraphs and she was topless again except for her lacy
white bra.

   "That's two minutes," said William, excitement growing in his voice.

   Debbie, this time, reached for Jenny and pulled down the zip at the back
of her tight black skirt and tugged it down her thighs revealing her white
cotton panties stretched across her butt.  More wiggling and grunting
ensued but still no luck.

   "Three minutes," William almost shouted with glee.

   This time Suki and Lucy took hold of Jenny's shoulders and rocked her
upright so she was resting on her knees.  Her shoulders were forced back by
her arms still being attached to her right ankle and her breasts now
pointed up to the ceiling.

   "Forfeit three," said Lucy

   She hesitated, studying Jenny's helpless bound body.  Then she hooked
her finger into the right hand cup of Jenny's bra and pulled down until her
tit popped out.

   "'Hey!" yelled Jenny.

   "Only four minutes to go before the end of the lesson, dear," said
Debbie.  "Better hurry and get free."

   Jenny renewed her struggles in her new position, her naked right tit
waving around, but to no avail.

   "Four minutes," yelled William.  "Next forfeit."

   Jenny looked pleadingly at Suki but she showed no mercy.  She pulled
down and the other tit popped into view.  Jenny was shocked.  How did she
get herself into these situations?  Here she was again, breasts exposed, in
front of three girls and three guys.

   They all stared at Jenny's bound body.  Her breasts were magnificent. 
Huge white globes of perfection tipped by large light brown areolas and
proud nipples.

   "Well.  only one forfeit left Jenny, if you catch my drift," said Lucy.

   Jenny's panties were the only garment left and the implication was
obvious.  She began to franticly struggle to free herself.  This had the
twin effect of making the knot get tighter and tighter and to make her
breasts jiggle and slosh around violently, keeping all six of her
classmates highly entertained.

   "Next forfeit," screamed William, almost bouncing up and down in his
chair.

   Jenny was horrified.  She was about to have her shaven, hairless pussy
exposed yet again until Jack said, "Wait.  Let's save the grand unveiling."

   Jenny sighed with relief.  Had she been saved from the ultimate
embarrassment?

   "Girls, I think Jenny deserves a reward for being such a good sport. 
Please show her your appreciation," he continued.

   "What sort of reward?" said Jenny cautiously.

   "Oh just a little something us girls have wanted to do to you for a
while," said Suki.

   Jenny waited, trembling, strangely excited, wondering what the three
girls had planned for her.

   Debbie, who was standing behind Jenny, reached down, gently took her
head in her hands and turned her face upwards.  She then dived in and began
giving Jenny a full on French kiss.  She sucked voraciously until her
tongue invaded Jenny's mouth, as she mashed their lips together.

   "Mmmmm," moaned Jenny, as their tongues became intertwined.

   With her mouth occupied Jenny wasn't able to object when the other two
girls seized a large spherical breast each and began massaging them, each
using both hands.  After half a minute of moulding, stroking and tweaking
they both lowered their faces and sucked each of Jenny's large nipples and
areolas into the warm wetness of their mouths.

   They all spent the rest of the minute orally stimulating Jenny.  When
they released her, both her nipples were red, well chewed, and hugely
erect. Her chest rose and fell as she sucked in deep lungfulls of air.  The
first thing she heard was William bellowing, "Final forfeit."

   "Oh God.  No!" she thought.

   The 'reward' the girls had given her had taken her mind off escaping and
another minute had passed.  She watched as the Japanese girl advanced on
her smiling wickedly.

   Suki reached for the front of Jenny's panties and pulled the waistband
out a couple of inches.  She looked into Jenny's pleading eyes before
glancing straight down at her slit.  Seeing Jenny's naked shaven pussy she
looked back up at her, a calculating look in her eyes.  They knew Jenny was
painfully shy but her hairless pussy showed she had an unexpected, maybe
naughty, side to her nature.  The slender, dark haired oriental wondered if
Jenny would like to take this farther than they had thought.  Perhaps she
could be tempted into a solo lesson with just the two of them.

   "Guys," she said.  "You're REALLY going to enjoy this."

   Lucy and Suki both grabbed the side of Jenny's panties and were just
about to strip them from her when a mobile phone rang.  Jack answered and
said, "We've been rumbled, someone's coming.  Let's get out of here."

   Jenny was left bound, aroused and panting.

   The door opened, a janitor strolled in and immediately spotted the tied
up, mostly naked and very well endowed blonde.

   "'Hello, Hello, what have we got here then?" he said grinning broadly.

   Jenny promised herself she'd get back at that Janitor for not releasing
her straight away.  Just why would a janitor be carrying a digital camera
anyway.  She and John entered the classroom for the third lesson.  The
other people looked at John uncertainly when Jenny introduced him as her
husband, but he didn't seem to be there to chide them for molesting his
wife, so they carried on with the lesson as normal.  Everyone got tied up
as usual and they each tried to escape from the different methods of
restraint.  Towards the end of the lesson John said, "I'd like to see how
good Jenny is at escaping.  Can I try?"

   "OK," they said, intrigued as to what would happen now.

   John stood in front of Jenny and looked into her eyes.

   "Do you trust me?" he said quietly.

   "Of course I do darling," replied Jenny shyly, wondering what he had in
mind.

   "Then take off your dress," said John.  "We don't want to get it dirty
on this dusty floor, do we?"

   Jenny looked back at him as a little thrill tightened her belly.  She
blushed and slowly unzipped the back of the summer dress she had worn that
day and stepped out of it.

   She stood there, beautiful and demure in white bra, panties and holdup
stockings, her long blonde hair cascading down across her shoulders.  John
held out his hand and a length of white nylon rope was passed to him.  He
moved behind Jenny and, without being asked, she brought her wrists
together behind her back.  John quickly tied Jenny's arms at wrist and
elbow, and then secured her legs round her ankles and knees.  He circled
her, admiring the white rope binding her body, stroking her at various
points.  Then he kissed her quickly on the lips before lowering her to the
floor.  He turned her onto her front and, bending her legs up, bound her
wrists to her ankles.  A last rope was tied round her waist, pulled down at
the front and passed between her legs and then up to her wrists.

   "There, try to get out of that dear," said John, as he sat down with the
other six to watch.

   Jenny started to struggle then hesitated.  She wriggled about and again
stopped.  Once more she strove to release herself and once more she
stopped.

   "Something the matter dear?" said John.

   "Er..no..just testing the ropes," said Jenny.

   She struggled again and yet again she stopped her face becoming flushed.


   "Er.." she gasped, "could you help me here.  I don't think I can get
free of this one."

   John rose and walked over to Jenny.  He stooped down and studied the
rope running between her legs.  The movement of Jenny trying to free
herself had forced the rope between her pussy lips and was rubbing her most
sensitive spot through her panties.  John grasped Jenny's wrists and pulled
upward.

   "Aaaarrggg!" moaned Jenny as the rope between her legs tightened and
dragged its way deeper between her pussy lips.

   A couple more pulls and Jenny was writhing around groaning.

   "Here you go, guys and gals.  Come and see how this one works," said
John.

   Jenny was left sweating and soaking wet, as every one of her classmates
took turns tugging on her wrists, pulling the rope back and forth through
her pussy.  The girls seemed particularly interested in this method of
bondage.

   "OK.  School's out," said John eventually and grudgingly they all filed
out.

   John knelt down and turned Jenny over, supporting her shoulders with his
left arm.



   "Quick," said Jenny.  "Untie me, I need you."

   "Yes, I know darling," he said, stroking the hair from her face, before
leaning downward to start deeply kissing his bound wife.

   His right hand gripped the rope running between her legs and began to
give it quick tugs.  Jenny's body jolted and she moaned into John's mouth.
It only took a couple of minutes of stimulation before Jenny's roped body
jerked and stiffened as John forced her to erupt in a mind blowing orgasm.



   Chapter 2.

   Some days later John and Jenny were called in to meet Commander Holt,
the head of 'Special Operations'.

   "We have a job for you," he started without preamble.  "Various secret
devices are being stolen and smuggled out of the country and we don't know
how.  The only clue we've been able to come up with is that the thefts
always coincide with the visit of a film crew to the vicinity.  We've
decided on a covert investigation of the Film Company and personnel.  Now,
John, we've managed to get you in as a scene/prop shifter.  Jenny due to
your lack of any useful skills, the best we could do was to get you a job
as a Body Double to the film's female star."

   Jenny looked at him blankly.  She had no idea what a Body Double did but
didn't want to look stupid so kept quiet.

   "Are you OK with doing that sort of thing Jenny?" said Holt.

   "Oh yes," she replied.  "'I'm sure I can do that."

   "OK, you go to work on the film set and see if you can spot anything out
of the ordinary and, while you're not working, tail a few of the personnel
to see if they do anything suspicious."

   Later she asked John what a Body Double did and he told her she would be
a sort of stand in who took the stars' place when they were lighting a
scene or didn't need the stars face on screen.  That's why they call it a
Body Double, because you only see the body.  John thought to himself, "This
could have entertaining possibilities."

   They started work later that week.  John went off to join the rest of
the technical crew while Jenny was taken to be introduced, first to the
Director, Charles Wellington, and then to the female star of the movie. 
Melody Starling was a fading starlet who was reduced to making crappy
little 'Sex and Scream' B movies like this one.  She was still beautiful
but only after an hour in make-up.  She immediately took a dislike to Jenny
with her perfect figure and complexion, which seemed to require no effort,
while she had to sweat in the gym and spend thousands on cosmetic surgery
and make-up.

   For the first few days Jenny was called on, as John had said, to do
little more than stand around while a scene that Melody was to do was
lighted, or get filmed running in the distance or away from the camera. 
She had time to meet and chat to some of the other actors and crew.  One of
the people she met was Frankie.  He was sometimes an actor; sometimes a
crewmember and sometimes he worked on the special effects.  Jenny was
fascinated because Frankie was only three foot six inches tall.  Dwarves he
explained earned a good living in film these days.  They were in great
demand for the fantasy and Sci-fi films and also for working inside some of
the mechanical monsters seen in so many modern films.  Jenny liked Frankie
and they had lunch together occasionally.  Frankie liked Jenny.  She was
possibly the most beautiful and sexy woman he had ever met.

   Today Jenny was watching as Melody acted out scenes with the other
actors.  One of these was Daniel Swan.  A six-foot, Adonis of a man with
the brains of a pi�+/-ata.  He couldn't act or remember lines but he looked
fabulous, his body a picture of sun bronzed masculinity.  The current scene
was to take place in a shower.  Melody was wearing a funny shirt that
covered only her front while Daniel was in shorts.  They said their lines
face to face while the camera filmed Melody from behind and from the waist
up, so it looked like they were both naked in the shower.  Then she started
to turn and the Director yelled, "CUT!  DOUBLE ON SET."

   Jenny trotted forward to find out what she was needed for.

   "OK, Jenny get your gear off and get in,"said the director.

   "'What?" said Jenny.

   "Lose the clothes and get in the shower for the front shot," he said.

   "What!  You want me topless in the shower with him?" she asked.

   "Well, that's your what you were hired for.  Now get 'em off we're
waiting."

   Jenny looked over at John who could only shrug.  Jenny realized she had
to follow instructions or loose her job and hinder the mission.  As her
face turned red, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and dropped it on a nearby
box, and then her skirt followed.  An audible sigh ran around the set as
every crew member watched Jenny stripping.  She unclasped her bra and,
dropping it, covered herself with her arms.  Climbing into the shower she
stood facing Daniel Swan in just a small pair of panties.

   "WATER BOY!" shouted the Director.

   John wandered over with a bottle of water, which he sprayed all over
Jenny, wetting her hair and back.  Then he said, "Turn round please."

   He also quietly whispered, "Jenny, follow any instructions you're given
otherwise you may be fired."

   He then sprayed her front as best he could with her arms over her
breasts.

   "Move your arms please,"said John smiling.

   Jenny frowned at him and resignedly dropped her hands.  She gasped as
John tipped far more water than was necessary over her bosom, the cold
liquid making her areolas crinkly nicely.

   "Right," said the Director.  "Jenny, face Daniel and slowly turn your
back on him.  Daniel you know your part.  OK, ACTION!"

   With the camera in close up on her upper body, Jenny slowly turned till
her wet and dripping breasts filled the frame.  Daniel's hands, that were
laid on her shoulders, gently stroked down and grabbed her tits.  He stared
to maul her breasts like a schoolboy on his first date.

   "CUT!" shouted the director.

   "Bloody right!" thought Jenny.  "I'm going to belt this geezer if he
tries that again."

   John gave Jenny a warning frown.  The director walked over and put his
arm round Jenny's shoulders while she covered herself.

   '"Look Jenny," 'he said, for the first time quietly.  "Daniel may be the
big macho hero in the film but he's really a shirt lifter."

   "What?" said Jenny not understanding.

   "He's a fruit, a left hooker, a brown hatter, he bats for the other
side."

   "Er..What?" she said again intelligently.

   "Jenny, he's gay, he's homosexual, he's never been with a woman in his
life."

   "Oh," said Jenny, finally realizing what he meant.

   "You're going to have to guide him, show him how to caress you, show him
where to put his hands."

   "Oh God," thought Jenny.  "I've done it again.  I'm nearly naked in
front of a film crew of twenty strangers and I have to show a poofter how
to manhandle my breasts.  How do I get myself into these situations?"

   "WATER BOY!" shouted the Director.  John trotted over and soaked Jenny's
breasts until they were dripping and the scene began again.  This time
Jenny turned and, as Daniels hands came down, she held them and moved them
over and around her breasts.  For the next ten minutes she showed him how
she liked to be touched, how to hold and squeeze her flesh, how to tweak
and pull on her nipples while every member of the crew watched spellbound
and dribbling.

   He was a quick learner and soon Jenny was wriggling and fidgeting as she
became aroused.  Her breathing quickened, her face flushed and her nipples
and areolas darkened and grew.  It was then that she felt the large hard
object nestling between her butt cheeks.

   "What's that?" she whispered to Daniel.

   "Jenny," he breathed, "it's the first time I've ever felt this with a
woman.  You're a marvel.  I think you may have straightened me out.  I'm
not gay anymore." (His wife of ten years and four children would have been
very surprised to hear that he was gay).

   Jenny felt strangely pleased with herself.  The scene continued and
Daniel pressed closer and closer to Jenny's back.  His hands still grasped
and fondled her breasts, his erection becoming harder and harder. 
Eventually is left hand slipped down and held her hips, his right gripped
her left tit really hard and, with a couple of jerks, he groaned into her
ear.

   "CUT!" yelled the Director.

   He was ecstatic.  He'd got a fantastic scene.  Far better than he'd
expected, seeing as how Jenny was so shy.  He'd realized, when they met
that, even though she'd signed on as a Body Double, she wasn't used to
nudity.  He'd devised his 'Daniel's a poof' plan to get her to co-operate
and take an active part in the sex scene.  Under normal circumstances she'd
have run a mile but his ploy had resulted in her willingly allowing, in
fact, positively encouraging, a stranger to massage her fabulous big
breasts while being filmed.

   "NEXT SCENE!  Thank you Jenny.  That's all for now," said Charles.

   Jenny stood in an erotic haze.  She was aroused beyond belief.  She'd
been stroked and caressed by an Adonis to whom she'd taught all the moves
she most enjoyed when having her breasts touched.  She looked round and
spotted John.  Not caring that she was practically naked, or bothered by
the leering looks of the crew, she ran to him, the twins bouncing
alarmingly.

   To the rest of the crew it looked like she'd just selected one of them
at random.  They didn't know he was her husband.  Jenny practically dragged
him to the nearest trailer and pushed him inside.  She followed him in and
locked the door.  The crew watched as the springs on the trailer bounced up
and down.  The lucky son of a gun was getting the shagging of a lifetime
they thought, if the moans and screams were anything to go by.

   Half an hour later, John emerged from the trailer, covered with sweat
and disheveled, to a round of applause from the crew.  Jenny sauntered out
looking cool, with a very satisfied look on her face.  Sometime later John
collected his winnings from the sweepstake that the crew had started to see
who could be the first one to nail the blonde bimbo with the big jugs.

   Melody Starling looked on and saw the admiring glances Jenny was getting
from all the men, (and some of the women), and her jealousy only grew.  The
men used to look at her like that.  The following morning Melody noticed
that all of the crew seemed unusually clean and tidy.  Many were wearing
decent clothes and not just the normal jeans and T-shirts and most of the
men had combed their hair.  She watched as Jenny passed and everyone
greeted her heartily.  "Morning Jenny," they'd chorus.

   They had all taken the trouble to find out her name.  Up till then she
had just been known to most of them as the blonde with the big bazookas. 
If she was going to get horny again and select one of the crew at random to
ease her tensions they wanted the next one chosen to be them.  Even a
couple of the women had spruced themselves up.  "Well you never know,"
they'd thought.  Melody saw all this and was nearly beside herself with
envy.



   Chapter 3.

   Both John and Jenny had been keeping their eyes open for any unusual
occurrences, or for any strange behavior, but no luck yet.  At lunch that
day, Jenny was walking to find an empty table with her tray of soup and
sandwiches.  Melody saw her coming and, as she passed, couldn't contain
herself any longer.  She stuck out a foot to trip Jenny.  It had the
desired effect of making Jenny fall but in the process her tray went
skyward and the soup crashed down all over Melody.  She screamed blue
murder and stormed off saying she was going to get the Director to sack
Jenny for being so clumsy.

   John spotted what had happened and raced to intercept Melody.  He had to
come up with a scheme quickly or Jenny's part of the mission was finished.
Before she'd gone a hundred yards John caught up to her and begged her to
stop.

   "If you'll listen, I've got a better idea, Miss Starling.  I think this
would be an even sweeter revenge."

   She stopped and they spent the next few minutes whispering like a couple
of conspirators.  John had quickly devised a plan that would allow the film
star to think she had got one up on Jenny, while allowing her to keep her
job.  Melody's mood gradually lightened and she eventually left John with a
broad smile on her face.  She obviously liked the scheme but John seriously
doubted if Jenny would.

   Some time later Jenny was on the set.  She could see Melody speaking
earnestly to the Director.  They were due to do a scene next that involved
a big fight between Melody's character and her husband in the film.  The
fight was due to end when she slapped his face and stormed off.  Melody was
persuading the Director to make a slight alteration to the ending. 
Eventually he agreed and they both spoke to Raul Gonzales, the actor who
was to play her husband.  He seemed quite keen on the change.

   Both Melody and Jenny where dressed identically in blouse and black
sweat pants or leggings so that Jenny could step in to take her place when
required.  The scene started and the row developed with much shouting and
swearing.  Apparently Daniel had been playing Melody's lover and her
husband had discovered this.  The scene drew toward its climax when Melody
slapped Raul but, instead of allowing her to storm out, he grabbed her and,
flopping down on the sofa, dragged her over his knee.  His right hand
hooked into the waistband of Melody's leggings and began to draw them down.


   "CUT!" shouted the Director.  "DOUBLE ON SET!"

   Jenny apprehensively walked forward.  She could see Melody had a
beaming, excited smile on her face.

   "OK, over you go," said the director.

   "What, o..o..over his knee you mean?" stammered Jenny.

   "Yes, of course.  You're the stunt bum in this scene," he replied.

   Slowly Jenny approached a grinning Raul who patted his thighs and said
"Hope you enjoy this as much as I'm going to."

   Jenny slowly knelt and draped herself over Raul's knees.  He hooked his
right hand in the waistband of her black leggings ready for the scene to
re-start.  The cameraman moved in closely focusing on Jenny's backside.

   "OK, ACTION!" shouted the Director.

   Raul immediately pulled with his right hand and dragged Jenny's leggings
down to her knees, leaving her backside naked apart from her white cotton
panties.  Jenny's perfect, panty covered, butt cheeks were exposed to the
air and the watching crew.

   Raul said his line.

   "So you like slapping people do you?  Well, let's see how you like it,
you tramp!"

   He raised his right hand and brought it down on Jenny's butt.

   Slap....Slap....Slap....

   The first three were quite light.  Raul was going to enjoy spanking
Jenny, but he knew that sound effects could be added later to accentuate
the volume.  Jenny was thinking to herself."I've gone and done it again. 
I'm getting my butt spanked by a stranger in front of a crowd of more
strangers."

   The number of people who had come to watch the scene was increasing by
the second.  The crew, extras and actors had started gathering as the word
got round that the big titted blonde was getting stripped again.

   The light spanking continued for a couple of minutes.  Melody saw this
and wasn't happy.  She didn't want a light spanking.  That wasn't good
enough for her.  She again spoke urgently into the Director's ear and he
got up and told the actors that the scene was going to go slightly
differently.

   "I've decided that Melody will do the voice over from off camera.  Raul
you just follow her directions."

   He also made a silent gesture to Raul, who understood his meaning. 
Melody stood beside the camera out of shot and nodded to the director who
shouted "ACTION!"

   Raul raised his hand and again began lightly spanking Jenny's upturned
and, by now, slightly pink bottom.  Melody started off as if she hated the
spanking shouting "OUCH!  Let me up, you bastard!  Stop that, Stop that!"

   After a couple of minutes she stopped shouting and swearing and changed
her tone.  She started to moan, pretending that she was starting to like
the stinging sensations.

   Raul then followed the Directors gestured instruction, gripped the legs
of Jenny's white cotton panties and pulled them together.  This effectively
turned them into a thong and left both of her cheeks completely naked and
unprotected.  With a tug he pulled the panties up into Jenny's crack.  Raul
hesitated as he stared down at the most perfect pair of jiggling, plump,
cheeks he'd ever seen.  He gently ran his hand over her flesh, stroking the
slightly warm skin.  The entire crew silently went 'phwaaarr' on seeing
Jenny's naked arse.

   The spanking resumed.  After another few minutes Melody said "Harder! 
Spank me harder!"

   Raul looked surprised but the director nodded so he gave the next shot
some extra oomph.

   SLAP

   "Ow!" said Jenny.

   "Harder!" yelled Melody.

   SLAP

   "Harder!" she shouted.  "Hit me harder!"

   SLAP....SLAP....SLAP....

   Jenny was writhing around now, kicking her legs.  Raul grasped her
outside arm and held it in the small of her back, keeping her pinned across
his lap.  Her butt was turning red and the spanking was really beginning to
sting.

   "Harder.  Harder.  Harder!" screamed Melody.

   Raul could hardly hit any harder but did his best.

   SLAP....SLAP....SLAP....

   "Give it to me, harder!"

   SLAP....SLAP....SLAP....

   "Harder, you bastard!" shouted Melody.

   "CUT!" shouted the Director.

   Raul's descending hand stopped just in time.

   "That's enough.  Everyone take five."

   Melody was breathing hard.  She was ecstatic.  She had felt an erotic
thrill from getting Jenny spanked so hard.  She'd given that bitch her
comeuppance.  Teach her to be so young and popular.

   Raul helped Jenny to stand up and looked at her glowing butt.

   "'Jenny, I'm sorry," he said.  "I got a bit carried away there, you
should get the nurse to put some cream on that."

   The Director hearing that shouted, "NURSE!"

   A young girl carrying a small medical bag rushed over and, seeing
Jenny's cherry red butt, tutted, and took out a tin of ointment.

   "Bend over that table, please," she said.

   Jenny still had her leggings round her knees, so she waddled over to the
indicated table and bent over until her elbows rested on it.

   The nurse unscrewed the top of the tin and was just about to apply the
cream when someone took the tin out of her hand.  The electrician put his
finger to her lips to indicate she should remain silent.  He knelt down,
and scooping out a huge dollop of cream, he slapped it on Jenny's bottom.

   "Aaaarrrr," moaned Jenny, as the cooling cream hit her red and smarting
skin.

   The man continued lovingly massaging the cream into Jenny's bum, until
someone tapped him on the shoulder and took his place.  It wasn't until the
fourth member of the crew was rubbing cream into Jenny's butt cheeks that
she looked back and spotted the queue of smirking men lined up behind her.
She looked down into the laughing face of the carpenter who, his hands
covered with cream, was currently fondling her backside.

   "Hey!  What gives you guys?" she yelled and sprang up pulling her
leggings back over her rump.

   Jenny became even more popular that day and Melody was nearly spitting
feathers.



   Chapter 4.

   The mission wasn't making any progress.  John and Jenny had observed
everybody they could and had started trailing people after work.  This led
to an embarrassing incident for Jenny, when she followed a group of the
crew into a Lap Dancing club.  She got a very rude surprise inside when one
of the women danced around in front of her.  She seemed to think Jenny was
a lesbian and tried to do all sorts of inappropriate things to her body. 
She had to beat a hasty retreat or, in another minute, she'd have been
under the table and probably under the dancer as well.

   Back on the set things didn't seem to improve for Jenny.  Melody took
every opportunity to change the script to put her in strange and
embarrassing positions.  For one scene she was stood completely naked and
pounded with custard and cream pies.  The whole crew got a go, including
Frankie.  Most of them aimed for a double top but he aimed slightly lower
than the others and scored a bull's eye.

   On another occasion she was locked topless in a freezer room.  Melody
glued the lock so, by the time Jenny was freed, she was frozen to the core
and her tits had turned blue.  It took ten minutes of vigorous rubbing to
get them warm again.  It was a couple of the female crewmembers who gave
the thawing massage as they'd won the race to get to Jenny before any of
the others.  For a while it looked like the women would have to beat the
men off with a stick.

   It was lucky for Jenny that the Director didn't agree to all of Melody's
schemes.  It was only him that saved her from being dropped into a tank of
electric eels, dragged behind a running horse or being covered with honey
and staked out naked on an anthill, although, he did think a bit longer
about the last one before refusing.

   One day Jenny had spent nearly the whole of the morning topless in a vat
of freezing cold baked beans, constantly being told to dip herself under
the surface.  Time and again the camera lovingly filmed her enormous
breasts slowly emerging from the gloop, dripping beans and sauce, her
nipples standing to attention due to the coldness.

   That evening Jenny and John decided she should tail Charles Wellington,
the Director.  She followed him to the car park of an apartment building
where he met another man.  She heard him say, "OK, give it to me and I'll
get it disguised as a prop and take it with us when we go."

   She was going to try to get closer when Frankie appeared behind her and
said, in a loud voice, "Hello Jenny.  Fancy seeing you here."

   The director and his companion whirled round and spotted them both.

   Remaining calm, she said, "Oh.  Hello Frankie.  Yes fancy."

   The Director walked over.

   "Hello Mr.  Wellington, small world isn't it," she said.

   "Yes," he agreed, "It is.  Jenny let me introduce Mr.  Bloc, a friend of
mine.  We're just going for a drink.  Come and join us.  I insist.  You as
well Frankie."

   Jenny followed him uncertainly to one of the apartments.  Frankie had no
reason to be suspicious and came along happily.  They were given small gins
and Charles Wellington proposed a toast.

   "Here's to a great film," he said and they all downed their drinks.

   Jenny awoke from the drugged sleep sometime later.  The apartment was
now cold, unlit and empty.  Wellington and Bloc had gone and left her and
Frankie.  Unfortunately before they left they'd stripped them both naked
and tied them together.  (You get up in the morning, go to work, spend half
a day in a vat of baked beans, trail your boss, get drugged and wind up
tied to a naked dwarf.  Don't you wish you had a pound for every time
that's happened to you?).  The pair were tied face to face.  Well not
exactly face to face.  More like Face to chest, as Frankie was only three
and a half feet tall.

   Their arms were tied around each other while Jenny's legs were tied
together at knees and ankles.  Frankie's legs were wrapped around Jenny's
legs and secured behind them.  They lay on their side looking like a loving
couple hugging each other.

   He was still asleep as Jenny looked around assessing the situation.  His
head was resting on the softest of pillows, her left tit, and his left ear
was being kept warm by her other tit.  Suddenly Frankie groaned and opened
his eyes.  His first view was of the middle of Jenny's chest.  He turned
his head slowly and rubbed his nose across her left breast her turned it
the other way and rubbed it against the other one.

   "'Er..Jenny is that you?  I've got a very restricted view here." he said
in a muffled voice.

   "Yes it's me Frankie.  Don't worry they've gone, but they wanted the
maximum time so they've left us tied together like this."

   "Pardon," said the dwarf.

   Frankie was silent for a few seconds examining the situation in his
naughty little mind.  He was bound to the most beautiful girl he'd ever
laid eyes on and they were both stark bollock naked.  He said a short
prayer of thanks to the dwarf gods.

   "Now," he thought, "if I could just stay here for the rest of my life,
I'll die a very happy man."

   He was extremely disappointed when Jenny said "I've had a little
training at escaping, I'll try and get us free."

   She began to strain and struggle to free them from the ropes binding
them.  Frankie stayed perfectly still as Jenny rubbed herself against him.
As she moved, she gently massaged both his ears with her tits.  At one
point she rolled over on top of him and her breasts hung down, almost
entirely encasing his head in tit flesh.

   After a few minutes of squirming around, Jenny said "Er..Frankie. 
What's that I can feel?"

   "Er..I'm so sorry Jenny.  I can't help it with you wriggling and
jiggling like that."

   Frankie might have been a small fellow but he wasn't at the back of the
queue when the cocks were handed out.  He had tried to control himself, but
he was only human.  Jenny would have got an erection out of a corpse with
the energetic gyrations she was performing.  That girl in the Lap Dancing
club was a rank amateur when compared to Jenny in full flow.

   "Frankie!" she exclaimed.

   Jenny's eyes opened wide with surprise, as his member grew and grew,
forcing its way between her thighs, rubbing across her pussy.  From the top
it looked like she had a large purple sausage sticking up between her legs.


   Jenny re-doubled her efforts to get free, which had an even more
devastating effect on Frankie.  His breathing grew ragged as his dick sawed
back and forth between the tops of Jenny's legs.  He may not have been
inside her but the friction effect was much the same.  Jenny was also
beginning to feel an effect.  Frankie's member was rubbing against her
pussy which was rapidly opening and becoming moist.  The dwarf's head was
also rubbing on the insides of her tits every time she moved.

   Frankie thought, "Oh well, I might as well be hung for a sheep as a
lamb," and turned his head.

   At the next opportunity he sucked one of Jenny's nipples into his hot
little mouth.  Jenny reacted by thrashing around even more which, in turn,
only increased the stimulation they both felt.  Frankie found that by
clasping Jenny to him harder, he could force more of her tit into his mouth
and he could control the pressure on his member by squeezing and releasing
his thighs, which were wrapped around Jenny's legs.  He began slowly
thrusting with his hips.  Every time Jenny stopped moving he bit down
softly on her breast causing her to resume wriggling and writhing.  He was
controlling her movements, even though they were tied tightly together and
she was on top.

   "Oh Frankie, No," Jenny groaned.

   "Oh Jenny, Yes!" Frankie moaned thrusting faster.

   The rubbing and gyrating soon had the inevitable result.  Frankie
shouted and sprayed his seed up into the air, only for it to splash back
down all over Jenny's bottom.  The extra friction caused by Frankie's
climax increased the pressure on Jenny's, now wide open, pussy lips and
erect, exposed clitoris.  Frankie's biting and sucking of her tit drove her
over the edge as she joined him in a body wrenching orgasm.

   They both slumped, spent and breathless.  Frankie was lying on his back;
his head still nestled between Jenny's breasts.  It was a few minutes
before they surfaced and it dawned on them that their bucking and jerking
had loosened the bindings and they were able to free themselves.  They
quickly found their clothes and, while Frankie got dressed, Jenny wiped the
saliva from her breast and the stickiness from her butt.  She searched the
flat and, finding the phone, got in touch with John and told him it was
Charles Wellington who was smuggling the stolen property disguised as film
props and to get in touch with the 'Firm' so they could intercept him.

   She put the phone down and turned to look earnestly at Frankie.

   "Listen Frankie, this is a bit embarrassing.  Please don't tell anyone
how we got caught and especially don't tell anyone how we got free.  Will
you do that for me?"

   "Oh, all right," said Frankie, despondently.

   Jenny returned to the Film set the next day to say good-bye to a few
people.  She also said goodbye to a grinning Frankie.  As she was leaving
the set the entire crew suddenly broke out into song.

   She rushed away blushing furiously with the strains of 'Hi ho, Hi ho,
it's off to work we go' ringing in her ears.

  
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   Jenny and Suki by Brummie

   Chapter 1.

   Jenny Richards was in a hurry.  She'd been delayed at MI5 Headquarters
and she was rushing to reach the shop before it closed.  There was a new
lingerie store on her way home she wanted to try.  She reached the shop
just before six and went in.  The two assistants, Andrea and Petra, were
not pleased when a customer entered just as they had thought they might get
away on time for once.

   Jenny headed to the underwear section, as she wanted a new bra to go
with a lovely evening dress she wanted to wear for her husband, John, that
evening.  As she was browsing Andrea approached and asked if she could
help. 'I need a really nice low cut bra' said Jenny.  'Certainly madam' she
said 'What are your measurements?' '38D' replied Jenny self-consciously. 
Her enormous boobs were marvelous things but they caused her as much
embarrassment as pleasure.

   'No, no Madam, we'll need your new metric measurements, we have to sell
everything in metric these days.  You know metres and centimeters.  The
European Community laws now mean we sell petrol in litres, straight
bananas, sausages that actually have some meat in them and brassieres
measured in centimeters.  'Oh, I don't know my metric measurements' said
Jenny.  'Well we could measure Madam' said the assistant.  'If you have the
time?' 'I suppose that would be OK' said Jenny holding her arms out
sideways ready.  The assistant thought for a second and said 'we'll need to
go into the back Madam.  Please follow me'.  She led Jenny towards a door
at the rear.  The second assistant, Petra, watched them go, closed and
locked the front door and followed.

   The room was a combination store and workroom.  Boxes of clothes covered
two walls.  There was also a worktable with a sewing machine, bolts of
cloth and various off cuts.  'Now Madam I'll just need you to slip off your
blouse and bra' said Andrea.  'What?' exclaimed Jenny.  'Is that absolutely
necessary?' 'It is if Madam wants a comfortable bra that fits properly. 
It's vital we get measurements as accurate as possible.  Now we haven't got
all day Madam.  We're past our home time.  Do you want us to carry on or
not?' 'Well I suppose it's alright' said Jenny slowly starting to unbutton
her blouse.  Petra meanwhile had slipped into he room and watched as the
blonde removed her shirt revealing a white lace bra struggling to contain
an obviously impressive pair of breasts.  Petra and Andrea had talked about
this scheme in the past but never come across anyone naive enough to fall
for it.

   Jenny reluctantly unclipped her bra and drew it down her arms.  She
stood topless in front of the two assistants her arms folded across her
bosom.  'We can't measure Madam with her arms there now can we?.  Stretch
them out sideways please' said Andrea.  Jenny slowly extended her hands out
and revealed her two beautiful breasts.  The storeroom was unheated and her
areolas crinkled in the cool air as she felt the assistants gaze on her
flesh.  Both assistants stared enraptured at Jenny's two enormous spherical
tits.  Firm and high, they were tipped by large pink areolas and very
prominent nipples.

   Using a soft tape Andrea measured across Jenny's shoulders and read out
the distance for Petra to write down.  She measured above her breasts and
below.  Then right round making sure the tape passed over both nipples. 
Then Jenny looked on in surprise as she wrapped the tape around her left
breast and measured the circumference.  Andrea repeated this with the other
tit.  'Now if Madam would stretch her arms straight up?' said Andrea. 
'Why's that' queried Jenny.  'We need to take measurements to ensure the
garment fits in all positions.  Now if Madam would follow instructions we
can complete this much quicker' said Andrea tersely.  Feeling scolded Jenny
raised her arms looking like someone was holding a gun on her.  Her
impressive breasts were raised slightly themselves as Andrea took more
measurements especially the ones round Jenny's tits which seemed to take a
lot of adjusting to get the tape in just the right place.

   'Now Madam, place your hands behind your back and bend forward'.  Jenny
did as she was ordered and her breasts swung free and stretched toward the
ground.  Andrea took another set of measurements, which Petra wrote down.
'Now Madam can you tell me if your nipples become excited and erect at
all?' asked Andrea.  Blushing Jenny answered 'Er..Yes they do, usually at
the most inappropriate moments'.  'Well in that case we'll need another set
of measurements' said Andrea.  'If Madam would make them stand up'. 
'What?' said Jenny.  'Madam we need to ascertain the nipple expansion
coefficient.  To do that we need to take measurements with Madam's nipples
extended to the full.  It's very important for us to supply Madam with a
properly fitting bra'.

   'Er..er..'.  Jenny fidgeted hesitating.  She had never been asked to
excite herself in front of a couple of strangers before.  'Would Madam
require some help?' said Andrea.  'Er..er' stammered Jenny.  'Petra please
get the silk' said Andrea taking charge as she moved to stand behind Jenny.
'Now.  If Madam would stand up straight with her hands by her sides and
just relax.  We are experienced at this so Madam can feel safe in our
hands'.  'Er..well alright I suppose' said Jenny.  Petra had found a length
of silk cloth about two feet long and six inches wide.  Holding it at each
end she approached Jenny.  Andrea meanwhile reached round her, seized her
breasts, and pushed them together hard until both nipples were about three
inches apart.  Jenny stood stunned as Petra then used the silk like a
shoeshine boy and buffed the cloth across both of her breasts.  The
combination of the friction and Andrea's squeezing soon had the desired
effect as both Jenny's areolas darkened and expanded and her nipples stood
to attention.  After a minute Petra stood back to admire her handy work. 
Both Jenny's cheeks and her breasts had turned pink.  One with
embarrassment and the other from the stimulation and excitement.

   'Are they at their fullest length Madam?' said Andrea.  'W.w..well I
think so' said Jenny still dazed at the turn of events.  'We need to be
absolutely sure Madam is at maximum length to ensure we get the most
accurate measurements.  Petra if you would, please'.  At that Petra leant
down on Jenny's right hand side and Andrea took up position on Jenny's
left. Petra held Jenny's left arm and Andrea held her right as they opened
their mouths and before she could object sucked in great mouthfuls of
Jenny's breasts.  Both then sucked on Jenny's flesh for all they were
worth. Jenny was shocked as the two women accosted her breasts sucking like
two demented vacuum cleaners.  The pleasure coursed through Jenny's upper
body as both assistants started to bite and gnaw on her areolas and
assaulted her nipples with their tongues.

   Jenny's breath started to become ragged as she became more and more
aroused.  A couple of minutes passed as the women attempted to excite and
stimulate Jenny as much as they could.  Their free hands joined the party
and molded the parts of Jenny's breasts not being enveloped by the warm
wetness of their mouths.  The more aroused they could make Jenny the more
likely she was to submit to the last part of their scheme which involved
them completing stripping her out of her clothes and her joining them on
the work table in a full blown lesbian love session.

   Jenny was in an erotic haze as she felt the zipper on her skirt being
lowered.  She suddenly snapped awake and realized what was going to happen.
She started to struggle to free herself, which only made her breasts, which
were still being sucked unmercifully feel even more pleasure.  She groaned
as she pushed both women away from her tits, which stretched farther, and
farther before popping out of their sucking mouths.  She grabbed her blouse
and bra, pushed past the women, and raced for the door.  Unlocking the
front door she stumbled out into the street before looking round to make
sure they hadn't followed her.  She stood there, breathing heavily, her
breasts pink and excited in the streetlights.  It took a few seconds for
her to realize the strange looks she was getting were due to her exposed
naked upper body.  She squealed in shock at her exposure and quickly
dressed herself before rushing home.



   Chapter 2.

   Jenny was at lunch the next day with Suki the Japanese girl.  She'd
become friends with her despite the fact that on their first meeting Suki
had helped tie Jenny up and she and two other girls had stripped and orally
aroused her.  (See Jenny in The Body Double).  Suki was completely enamored
of Jenny and Jenny was constantly having to tell her off for taking any
opportunity to touch her in the most inappropriate of places.  Like the
time they had ridden up in the lift together.  Jenny had been carrying a
stack of books when they'd entered the lift on the ground floor heading for
the top floor.  The lift stopped at the first and a load of people got in
until there was no more space available.  As more and more people entered
Suki and Jenny moved farther and farther back.  Suki was pressed into the
corner and as Jenny backed into her she surreptitiously lifted the hem of
Jenny's summer dress.  Finally Jenny pressed back until her buttocks met
Suki's hands.  Jenny had chosen to wear thong panties that day so the first
she knew about the situation was when the naked flash of her buttock cheeks
met the waiting hands of Suki.  Unable to move and still holding the stack
of books Jenny endured five floors of Suki, her head resting on Jenny's
shoulder, massaging her butt cheeks in a lift full of people.  She was
relieved when the top floor arrived as her thong panties had been lowered
around the top of her thighs and Suki's probing fingers were about to start
insinuating themselves in all sorts of inappropriate places.  Jenny's
embarrassment was complete when, as she stepped from the lift, her panties
fell the rest of the way to her ankles and she had to ask Suki to pull them
back up.  Suki accomplished this eventually but not before at least six
people had wandered curiously past them.

   After lunch they both headed down to the basement gymnasium.  They were
attending a Judo class.  Jenny was one of the students and Suki, because of
her Japanese heritage, the instructor.  Jenny sweated through the class
throwing and being thrown around the mat until Suki sent everyone to the
showers but asked Jenny to stay behind.  'Jenny' Suki started in her
stilted English and soft lilting Japanese accent.  'You do rell with
frowing but gloundwok need be bletter'.  (Whoa.  Japanese embassy on the
phone).  Judo, to those who don't know, consists not only of throwing but
groundwork where a contest can be won by holding an opponent down on the
mat for thirty seconds.

   'We plactice now, yes?' 'OK' said Jenny and grabbing Suki's lapels began
circling.  Suki was by far the better Judo player and soon threw Jenny to
the mat and quickly turned her onto her front.  She grabbed Jenny's arms
and thrust them through her belt before using her left hand to twist it,
binding Jenny's arms behind her.  She then rolled Jenny on to her back and
squeezed her legs around Jenny's legs.  In a trice Jenny was trapped, lying
on her back with her arms held in her belt and her legs held by Suki's. 
Suki lay on Jenny's right, her left hand holding Jenny's belt tight but
with her right hand free.

   Jenny struggled but couldn't free herself.  Suki waited until Jenny
realized she was completely trapped before saying 'Suki rike Jenny.  I ret
gro if you kriss me'.  'Kriss?' said Jenny.  'Kriss Kriss' said Suki and
pecked Jenny on the lips.  'Oh kiss' said Jenny.  'Look Suki I can't do
that now, let me go'.  'You no kriss?' 'No' said Jenny firmly.  Suki
reached for Jenny's Judo trousers and started to undo the string tie
keeping them up.  'Suki' cried Jenny.  'Stop that'.  'You no kriss?' said
Suki.  'Suki, please I can't' pleaded Jenny.  'No kriss, no tlousers' said
Suki.  Jenny hesitated then had to say 'Oh alright just one then'.

   Suki lowered her head and placed her lips on Jenny's.  Jenny thought
just a quick kiss but Suki had other ideas.  She started softly sucking
Jenny's lips but became more ardent as the seconds passed.  'Mmmm' said
Jenny as Suki continued the kiss.  'Mmmm' she said again as she felt Suki's
tongue insinuate itself between her lips.  It wasn't long before Jenny felt
the effect of being kissed so well and gave herself over to the feelings as
their tongues became entwined until she was kissing Suki as much as Suki
was kissing her.  After five minutes of lip mashing, sucking and tongue
hockey Suki's free hand began to explore the front of Jenny's body adding
to her stimulation.  She stroked and squeezed Jenny's breasts before
returning to the front of her Judo trousers and dipping in the top. 
'Mmmmm' Jenny moaned as she felt Suki's hand heading over her stomach
toward her pussy.

   'Ahem'.  The loud cough interrupted their play.  Suki and Jenny looked
up at Commander Holt.  'I'm here for my three o'clock lesson Suki, if
you're not to busy that is' he said sternly.  Both girls jumped up
guiltily. Unfortunately Jenny's Judo trousers had been untied by Suki and
fell straight to her ankles leaving her in just her small panties in front
of her boss.  She squealed, and quickly pulling up her trousers, fled to
the changing room. .



   Chapter 3.

   Some weeks later Jenny was called in to see Commander Holt, the head of
Special Operations.  'Jenny' he said 'I've got a job that you are uniquely
qualified for.  We are looking for a villain.  Horace Norton's his name. 
Horace 'The Horse' Norton as he's known in the underworld.  He's a Gangland
boss who's gone missing.  We think he was tipped off that we were about to
arrest him and he's gone underground.  We have a man who sometimes provides
us with information so I'd like you to go along and talk to him.  You are
authorized to pay any price he demands but we must have that information.
Do you understand?' 'Yes sir' said Jenny.  'Who's the informant?  'He's
known as Oliver 'Oily' Harris.  He runs a small photographic studio in the
cheap part of the city.  You are to go along straight away.

   An hour later Jenny stood on a run down street.  The studio was above a
deserted and boarded up shop.  She climbed the stairs and knocked on a
dirty door badly in need of a coat of paint.  A balding overweight man in
his mid forties opened the door.  The state of his hair explained his Oily
nickname.  'Mr.  Harris?' asked Jenny.  'Yes, come in my dear.  What can I
do for you' he replied.  I'm here on behalf of the Firm' said Jenny.  'I
understand you might be able to help us find someone we're interested in
who's gone missing.  One Horace Norton'.  Oily studied Jenny.  His gaze
traveled from her blonde hair framed beautiful face, down to her bulging
chest and onward to the knees and calves visible below her hemline.  'I
might know something if the price is right' he replied.  'I'm authorized to
give you any amount you ask for, within reason of course' said Jenny. 
'Amount?' said Oily.  'No I don't want money.  'Well what is it that you
want Mr.  Harris'.  Oily Harris looked at Jenny and said 'I want you to
pose for me'.  'What you want to take some pictures of me?' asked Jenny. 
'Yes' said Oily.  'Some very special pictures for a very special client'.
'Well I don't see any problem with that where would you like me to sit'
said Jenny.  'I don't think you understand' said Oily.  'The client likes
pictures of big chested women...kitless'.  'Pardon?' 'Au natural, my dear'.
'What, you want to photograph me without any clothes on?' 'Precisely' said
Oily.

   Jenny's cheeks reddened as she thought of what he wanted her to do. 
Commander Holt had impressed on her how important the information was.  She
was trapped by indecision.  Taking her clothes off in front of this odious
little man was bad enough but to be photographed for another mans
gratification was disgusting.  Eventually she decided she had to agree and
shyly, told Oily she'd do it.

   'OK my dear.  We'll start fully clothed and gradually strip down.  I'll
warm up my gear and be ready in a few minutes.  Oily started turning on
various lights and loading cameras with film.  'OK lets do it' said Oily.
You stand over there and start posing.  Jenny had no idea how to do this
but Oily told her how to stand, were to look and were to put her hands. 
Inevitably Oily directed Jenny to start losing her clothes.  'OK, undo the
top of your dress now' he ordered.  Jenny slowly pulled down the zipper and
lowered the top of her summer dress to her waist.  Oily taking snaps all
the time.  'Now all the way down' said Oily.  'Turn your bum to me'.  Jenny
blushed as she lowered her dress over her butt revealing her lacy panties,
suspender belt and stockings.

   Oily had Jenny in all sorts of positions.  He snapped her from the front
and back, with her on her knees, on her front and lying on her back. 
'Right lets see your tits Baby' he ordered.  Jenny bowed her head as she
slowly unclasped her bra.  'Slowly Baby, slowly' said Oily as he snapped
Jenny removing her bra.  Even though he was a seasoned pornographer he
goggled as Jenny's breasts were revealed.  They were some of the finest
he'd ever seen.  The client would be very grateful and pay through the nose
for these snaps.  Again Jenny was twisted and turned into myriad positions,
standing, lying and cupping her own boobs.  'Mould those tits, Baby'
ordered Oily.  'Pull your nips'.  Jenny did as he told her until her
nipples stood up proud and erect.

   Finally the words Jenny had been dreading came.  'OK, now the panties,
Baby'.  She slowly hooked her thumbs into her panties and started to push
them over her hips.  'Slower Baby' ordered Oily as he snapped as fast as he
could.  Jenny lowered her panties down her legs and exposed her naked
shaven pussy lips.  Oily stopped and marveled at the sight before him, then
recovering he directed Jenny into even more outlandish positions all of
them exposing her pussy to his intrusive camera lens.  'Stroke it, Baby. 
Show me some pink'.  'What?' said Jenny.  'Pull your lips open Baby and
finger yourself' ordered Oily.  Jenny blushed furiously and did as he
commanded.  Her clit was exposed and she rubbed and stimulated herself. 
She soon felt moisture in her pussy.  She couldn't believe she was becoming
aroused in front of this nasty little man.

   Jenny was beginning to think there couldn't be anything more he could
ask of her when Oily tossed a large red vibrator on to the bed she was
posing on.  'What's this' asked Jenny naively.  'Just a little toy darling'
said Oily.  'Pick it up and suck on it a bit'.  Jenny looked at it before
pursing her lips and slowly inserting the sharper end into her mouth.  Oily
snapped away before saying 'now between the tits Baby'.  Jenny frowned and
pressing her tits together slid the now wet and slippery plastic toy into
her cleavage.  After a few minutes of that Oily said 'OK now down below
darling'.  'What?' said Jenny.  'Stick it in your pussy, Baby' ordered
Oily. Jenny stared at him shocked before slowly lowering the vibrator and
placing the tip at the entrance to her moist pussy and pushed it in an
inch.

   Oily snapped away until he said 'Deeper Baby, deeper'.  Jenny blushed as
she spread her legs and pushed another couple of inches into her body. 
'That's it baby, in and out now, in and out'.  Jenny slowly pushed and
pulled the vibrator in and out of her pussy as the lights flashed and Oily
captured her shame on film.  Oily had made sure the vibrator had new
batteries before he'd thrown it to Jenny.  'OK Baby switch it on'.  'I
don't want to' said Jenny 'don't make me do that, please' she pleaded. 
'Turn it on Baby or the deals off.  No information'.  Jenny had no option.
Oily held all the cards.  Holt had thought he knew what Oily would want
when he'd sent Jenny to him and he was being proved right.

   Jenny tentatively reached down and flicked the switch at the base of the
big plastic toy.  It buzzed merrily into life inside her pussy and she
immediately groaned as the vibrations permeated her groin.  Oily took
photos as Jenny slowly thrust the vibrator in and out of her pussy even
though Oily hadn't told her to do that this time.  She moaned and groaned
as the feelings built in her.  She gripped her own tits and nipples as she
increased the pumping speed until inevitably she peaked and orgasmed
noisily.  All the while her jerking and bucking body being captured forever
by Oily's camera.



   Chapter 4.

   Jenny returned to Headquarters and went in to see Commander Holt.  'So
Jenny you got the info from Mr.  Harris?  'Yes' said Jenny.  'How much did
it cost us' asked Holt.  'Er..  ' Jenny couldn't tell her boss what she'd
had to do.  She thought quickly and lied through her teeth.  'He..er..had
an attack of conscience Sir, and gave me the information for free'.  Holt
smiled.  He was pretty certain he knew what Oily had demanded of Jenny but
if she wanted to lie about it he wasn't going to embarrass her even more.
'So what was he able to tell you?' 'He thinks Norton will have been taken
to the 'Kleiner Clinic' said Jenny.  'He thinks it's used to give people
who want to disappear new identities.  Plastic surgery, that sort of
thing'. 'Hmmm' said Holt.  'We've had our eye on that place but never found
any evidence.  I think we need to get someone in there as soon as we can.
I'll let you know if we need you again.  Thank you for now, Jenny and
congratulations on a job well done'.

   One morning, some days later, Jenny was returning from the gadgets
department when she was told to report to Commander Holt.  She had agreed
to help the elderly Professor Q test his latest invention.  She'd spent the
last hour helping him perfect the 'Homing Panties' he'd invented.  She'd
blushed pink when she had first put them on as they were almost completely
see-through and it was only when he'd said that no signal was being
received that he'd asked her to bend over the desk.  He then lifted her
skirt exposing her panty clad bottom and started to make some adjustments.
Jenny 'eek'ed and ooh'ed a couple of times when his fingers inadvertently
stroked or poked a sensitive spot but eventually the old man let her up and
asked her to return in a couple of days for more testing.  (If his heart
could stand it he thought).

   Jenny sat down in Commander Holt's office.  'We've managed to get you
accepted at the Kleiner Clinic as a nurse Jenny' he began.  'I know you
don't have much experience at nursing but we've provided a cover story that
you're returning to work after a break studying a specialty and you'll be
treated as a trainee for a while.  It was short notice so the cover won't
stand to close a scrutiny but you should be alright if you don't arouse any
suspicion.  You start in the morning'.  'OK thank you Sir' said Jenny and
got up to leave.  As she turned toward the door Holt said 'By the way, have
you been to see Professor Q this morning?' 'Yes Sir' answered Jenny. 
'Why?' 'Did he show you his invisibility spray?' he asked.  'Yes he did,
Sir.  A fantastic invention.  A spray that makes cloth invisible for an
hour.  What will they think of next?  Anything else Sir?  'No, that's all
Jenny, you can go now thank you'.  Jenny turned back and Holt watched her
perfect undulating, apparently naked, derriere through the invisible
material of her dress and panties as see walked away from him.  Another
fifty minutes of exposure he calculated before sighing and returning to his
work.

   Jenny reported to the Clinic the next morning and began her trainee
duties.  All the time she kept her eyes open trying to spot Horace among
the patients but no one seemed to fit the description she'd been given. 
The only part of the hospital she couldn't get into was the West Wing.  It
was only accessible through one door and that had a card swipe security
lock.  She asked the other nurses what lay beyond the mysterious door and
learned they thought it catered for celebrity clients, which explained the
need for the security.  She also asked the Head Nurse who told her that it
was a unit treating 'Sexual Dysfunction' so that was why the celebrities
demanded total privacy.  Jenny thought quickly and said 'Sexual
Dysfunction? That's the specialty I've been studying.  Perhaps I could of
more use to the Clinic in that department than just making beds out here?'
The Head Nurse studied her and replied 'I'll tell Madam.  Perhaps she will
agree'.

   'That's it then' Jenny thought.  'He's almost certainly in the West
Wing'.  Later that day she found one of the nursing stations unoccupied and
attempted to gain access to the patient records.  Horace Norton wouldn't be
admitted under his own name but she thought she might be able to identify
him by a combination of his body measurements.  Height, weight, eye colour
etc.  Unfortunately the system was password protected so she couldn't hack
in.  It was her bad luck that the computer recorded her efforts.

   Sometime later Madam von Kleiner sat in her office listening to the Head
Nurses report.  Madam Von Kleiner was a tall imposing; raven haired German
who could command the obedience of the strongest men with little more than
a disdainful look.  'One of the new intake tried to get at the West Wing
patient records' the Nurse was saying.  A trainee Nurse Richards' she
reported.  'Hmm' mused Von Kleiner, well it could be just idle curiosity I
suppose but we I'll have to check.  Give me her file.  After a few minutes
she said 'so she trained at St Hertford did she?  I know the Head of
Operations there'.  As Holt had said the speed they had been forced to use
to put together Jenny's cover meant that a quick phone call was all it took
to reveal her subterfuge.  'It seems our Nurse Richards is a fake' said von
Kleiner 'Do we know any more about her?' 'Well' said the Head Nurse.  'As
soon as I mentioned the units cover of a Sexual Dysfunction unit she almost
immediately said that was her specialty and that she wanted to be allowed
to work in the West Wing'.  'I think that makes it quite likely she's an
MI5 agent.  I think our operation here is finished.  Please make the
preparations for our leaving.  There's no rush, tomorrow lunchtime should
be early enough.  If MI5 had any hard proof we'd have been under arrest by
now.  Instead they are trying to sneak an agent in'.  See smiled a wicked
smile and said.  'We have time to play with Nurse Jenny Richards a little.
Head Nurse Bloucher also grinned evilly when von Kleiner said 'I think it
would be most entertaining to introduce her to 'The Horse' before we leave.
Please inform Nurse Richards that she will be required to start work in the
West wing tomorrow morning'.



   Chapter 5.

   The following morning Head Nurse Bloucher met Jenny.  'Due to your
experience Madam would like you to help out in the West Wing.  Follow me
please.  She led Jenny through the locked door to the mysterious department
and into a changing room.  'Please put on the uniform and meet me in room
14.  We have a special job that you can help with'.  She turned and left
her to dress.  Jenny noticed that the uniform was complete with black bra
and black panties so stripped out of all her own clothes.  The bra was very
small and low cut and her breasts were squeezed tightly together giving her
an enormous cleavage.  The panties were also minuscule and provided a
minimum of coverage.  Jenny was beginning to get a bad feeling about this.
The white suspender belt and white stockings didn't help but she was even
more perturbed when the white dress provided only came down to her stocking
tops and gaped open leaving her with half her chest on display.  Her
reflection in the full-length mirror showed a caricature of a nurse usually
only seen on a dirty seaside postcard or on the stage of a strip club.

   Jenny teetered alone the corridor on four-inch high heels, her breasts
wobbling invitingly, until she found room 14.  It was a standard hospital
private room containing a single bed.  She was surprised to find not only
Head Nurse Bloucher but Madam von Kleiner there as well.  'Nurse Richards I
believe' said Madam von Kleiner.  'Good of you to join us'.  Nurse
Bloucher, please carry on'.  'Right Nurse Richards' said Head Nurse
Bloucher 'Doctor has asked us to take a sperm sample from the patient here.
As you can see Mr.  Smith can't provide it himself so we'd like you to take
it for us.  It shouldn't be a problem for someone with your specialized
knowledge.  So here's a syringe, please extract the semen straight from the
patient's testicles'.  So saying Nurse Bloucher handed Jenny a syringe with
a huge six-inch needle.  Jenny stared at it at a loss what to do.  Madam
von Kleiner meanwhile had moved to the patient's side.  Jenny turned to see
a large male lying on the bed, easily six feet tall, his head swathed in
bandages.  His hands were also completely encased which explained why he
couldn't provide a sample himself.  'Here's your patient Mr.  Smith.  Nurse
Richards' said von Kleiner as she whipped back the covering sheet.

   Mr.  Smith lay naked apart from his bandages and Jenny's eyes were
immediately drawn to his genitals.  She nearly gasped when she saw his
penis.  It was the biggest one Jenny had ever seen in her life and she'd
seen a few.  It lay like a small snake between his thighs over a pair of
testacies the size of tennis balls.  Jenny stood mesmerized.  'Well Nurse
Richards if you'd like to insert the needle and draw a semen sample, we're
waiting' said Nurse Bloucher.  Jenny stood goggle eyed, Mr.  Smith looked
on even more goggle eyed both of them staring at the gleaming needle.

   Seeing her hesitation Nurse bloucher said 'Perhaps you think another
approach is called for in this case Nurse Richards?' 'Yes I do' said Jenny
loudly exhaling the breath she'd been holding.  (But not nearly as loudly
as Mr.  Smith did).  'Perhaps with your greater experience you would
recommend a more traditional treatment such as ...  Oh say the Bowden
Technique'.  'Er...  perhaps' said Jenny carefully.  'OK then lets begin'
said Nurse bloucher taking the needle from Jenny.  I will be very
interested to study your technique'.  'If you would take the patients
member in your hand I'll get the receptacle to catch his emissions.

   'Oh god' thought Jenny.  'She expects me to masturbate this monster to
get the sample.  'Come, come Nurse' said Madam von Kleiner.  We haven't got
all day'.  Jenny couldn't see any alternative so moved to Mr.  Smith's
side. He, meanwhile, had quickly passed from abject terror at the sight of
the needle to trembling anticipation at the prospect of the Blonde nurse
with the enormous breasts and long supple stocking clad thighs handling his
member.

   Jenny reached out with her right hand and gently wrapped her fingers
around the biggest cock she'd ever held.  It felt like a large soft salami
in her hand.  She began squeezing gently and moving her hand up and down.
To the surprise of both Jenny and Mr.  Smith the penis remained soft. 
Jenny continued to work on his member until it slowly started to react and
harden.  It grew and grew until it stuck straight up at the ceiling.  Jenny
had to step back to save from being poked in the eye.  The slow reaction
wasn't such a surprise to Nurse Bloucher who had earlier administered a
special pill to Mr.  Smith, which deadened ninety percent of the sensations
in his groin.  Jenny was going to have to work harder than she'd ever
worked to get this sample.

   After ten minutes of pulling, pushing with one hand and two Nurse
Bloucher said.  'You don't seem to be having much luck Nurse Richards.  Are
you sure you've practiced this technique before?' 'Yes' said Jenny
flushing. 'I've never had this problem before, exactly the opposite in
fact'.  'OK then' said Nurse Bloucher 'It's time for phase two.  'Phase
two?' said Jenny.  'Yes, Phase two, please start the oral stimulation. 
'What?' exclaimed Jenny.  'Come on Nurse Richards, get on with it' said
Madam von Kleiner in her sternest voice.  'Oh no' thought Jenny.  'They
want me to suck this thing.  I'm not even sure I can get my mouth round
it'. Resigned Jenny dipped down.  Mr.  Smith watched fascinated as the big
titted blonde lowed her head, her mouth open wide, toward his cock.  He
gasped as the warm, wet sensation engulfed his helmet.  He was amazed he
hadn't come yet but he marveled at his own control.  He'd have thought this
angel of loveliness would have been bathed in his semen by now but he
wasn't going to argue.  The longer he held out the longer the blonde would
work on his cock.  Jenny sucked and sucked, using her lips and tongue as
well as both her hands.  Even with so much of Jenny engulfing his cock
there was still more of it uncovered.  After another ten minutes of
slurping still no sample.  Jenny was using every trick and technique she'd
ever learnt.  Some of them would have her husband howling in seconds but
didn't seem to be working on Mr.  Smith.

   'Phase three I think' said Nurse Bloucher.  'What there's more' said
Jenny breathlessly.  'Oh yes, now up on the bed please, legs to the top,
head to the bottom' said Nurse Bloucher.  With that Madam von Kleiner and
Nurse Bloucher boosted Jenny up on to the bed placing her so she was
kneeling either side of Mr.  Smiths shoulders.  Nurse Bloucher then pushed
her shoulders down until her head was back over the patients cock.  'OK
continue the treatment Nurse Richards' she said.  Jenny resumed sucking and
wanking for all she was worth.  With a nod to Madam von Kleiner Nurse
Bloucher positioned herself beside Jenny's head and watched her service Mr.
Smith.  Madam von Kleiner stood beside Jenny's hips.  Her spread knees had
forced the stretched gusset covering her panty-clad pussy to hover,
practically touching Mr.  Smiths face.  He stared up at the thin, and
slightly wet, strip of lace that was all that stood between his lips and
Jenny's pussy.  Madam von Kleiner gently lowered the bandages covering his
lower face and uncovered his mouth.  Then she took a pair of small scissors
and reached for Jenny's panties.  Nurse Bloucher, seeing this, grabbed a
fistful of Jenny's hair and held her head in place as Madam snipped through
the black lace gusset of her panties.  'Mmmmm' groaned Jenny feeling the
air on her pussy.  It was all the sound she could make with Nurse Bloucher
holding her down on the cock gagging her mouth.  Mr.  Smith wasted no time
and extended his tongue started licking and sucking Jenny's moist pussy
lips and clitoris.  'Mmmm' moaned Jenny.  With Nurse bloucher now pushing
Jenny up and down on his cock and Jenny's pussy in his mouth no pill in the
world was going to keep Mr.  Smith from exploding.  It only took a minute
and he unloaded the contents of his balls but not into the receptacle Jenny
had expected.  Nurse bloucher didn't relent.  She held Jenny down as Mr. 
smith filled her mouth.  The explosion of come in her face and the sucking
lips on her pussy and clit combined to push Jenny over the edge as well and
she exploded into orgasm.

   Jenny lay on top of the patient gulping great breaths of air.  'Bloody
hell she thought, that guy came like a bloody horse'.  It took a few
seconds to register as she slowly realized where Horace 'The Horse' Norton
had got his nickname.  'I've sucked off the very bloke I was searching for
she thought.  I've got to get out of here and alert the Firm'.  It was just
as she made the connection that Jenny's was grabbed by the two women and
dragged off Horace Norton.  He got off the bed and Jenny was quickly put in
his place and her arms and legs tied to the bed frame.  A bandage gag was
added.  'Well Nurse Richards, if that's your name.  Thank you for the
entertainment.  I hope you enjoyed it as much as Horace did.  We have to go
no now'.  With that they all left the room leaving Jenny tied to the bed,
her wet and glistening pussy on display to anyone who entered.

   Jenny had been struggling to escape for ten minutes when the door opened
and Suki rushed in.  She stood stunned as she saw Jenny as she'd seen her
many times in her dreams.  A tiny white nurses uniform, bound to a bed, her
pussy exposed and available.  'Mmmmm, Mmmmm' groaned Jenny when Suki failed
to release her immediately.  Suki snapped out of her daze and quickly
untied the gag in Jenny's mouth.  'Quick Suki, they're escaping, if we're
quick we may just intercept them'.  The rest of Jenny's bindings were cut
and they raced toward the car park.

   Jenny's husband, John, was there already and the three of them started
to search the cars to see if they were in time.  Suddenly an engine gunned
into life, a van pulled out and accelerated toward John who stood in the
middle of one of the lanes.  He drew the gun he'd been issued with and
calmly raised it aiming at the cab.  'Click'.  The gun misfired and jammed.
John stood trapped as the van bore down on him.  Jenny screamed 'John' as
the van gave no sign of slowing or swerving.  It was scant feet away when
the flying body of Suki hit him, knocking him out of the vans path.  Suki
rolled and dived out of the way as the truck sped past.  The speeding
bumper just caught John's ankle as Madam von Kleiner, Nurse Bloucher and
Horace Norton made their escape.

   John lay groaning, clutching his lower leg.  Suki and Jenny ran to him
and helped him back into the Clinic.  Jenny's uniform got a few amused
looks so she ran to the changing room and put on her own clothes.  When she
got back a Doctor told her John had a badly bruised ankle.  They wanted him
to stay the night and they'd probably release him in the morning.  Jenny
kissed John goodbye saying 'Suki saved your life.  I hope you thanked her.
I'll come and collect you in the morning.  Suki and I have to go and report
to Holt.  See you tomorrow love'.



   Chapter 6.

   As Suki was about to leave Headquarters that night a note was delivered
to her.  'Room 403, Carlton Hotel, 8:00pm' it said.  The note had no
signature.  Suki was intrigued, so later that evening she rode up in the
lift toward the fourth floor.  She knocked and waited expectantly.  The
door swung open and there stood Jenny in a white toweling bathrobe looking
like she'd not long emerged from the shower.  'Come in.  Suki' said Jenny.

   'Jenny' said Suki.  'What's going on.  Why have you asked me to come
here'.  'Please sit down Suki' said Jenny.  'I wanted you to come here
tonight so I could thank you properly for saving my husbands life today. 
If you hadn't pushed him out of the way of that van he would have been
killed for sure.  You risked your own life to save John's.  I want to show
you how grateful I am.

   Jenny slowly stood up and faced Suki.  I have to collect John from the
Clinic tomorrow but, if you wish, for this one time only, I'm yours until
the morning.  So saying Jenny released the robe and let it slide to the
floor.  She stood naked and demure in front of Suki.  Suki was stunned. 
She stared silently at Jenny's naked body.  She'd seen most of it at one
time or another but this was the first time she'd seen Jenny completely
exposed.  She slowly rose and taking Jenny's face is her hands she planted
a soft kiss on her lips.

   The night was filled with soft moans and groans.  Their hot sweating
bodies heaved and jerked against each other as they strove to give as much
pleasure to the other as they could.  Time and again one of them reached
the heights of passion only to resume again after a few minutes rest.

   Jenny lay staring at the ceiling in the early morning light.  Suki lay
beside her quietly sleeping.  The exertions had exhausted them both but
Jenny couldn't sleep.  She was glad she'd made preparations for the night
of passion.  She'd brought along various items she thought Suki would like.
The six cloth cuffs seemed to be her favorite and Jenny found they had
really enhanced the sensations when Suki had used them on her.  The large
red vibrator she'd sneaked out of Oily Harris's studio also worked for both
of them.  She'd have to get some new batteries though.  They both gave as
much joy as they received until Jenny used the Butterfly Kiss on her and
Suki had to admit defeat after passing out from the exquisite pleasure.

   The End



  
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   Jenny learns her lesson.  By Bummie

   Dear reader, I intended this story to be quite mild at the start but the
bloody thing took on a life of it's own.  No really. Oh well.  Better luck
next time.



   Chapter 1.

   'Remove your robe please Agent Richards' ordered Professor Q.  Jenny
hesitated a second before slowly untying the toweling belt, opening the
robe front and shrugging it from her shoulders.  She shivered and blushed
as she felt the gaze of the two men on her body.  They were in the office
of Commander Holt, the head of 'Special Operations'.  Her discomfort was
caused by the garments Professor Q had given her to wear for her latest
mission.  Holt gazed appreciatively at the tanned creamy flesh on display
along with the flesh that was as good as on display.  Jenny wore a short
semi-transparent negligee with a matching pair of panties.  Both men
watched as Jenny, on command, turned slowly through one eighty degrees. 
Her long blonde hair hid most of her back.  The panties were of the thong
variety so the rear view revealed one of the most perfect backsides known
to man.  A beautiful pair of peach like hemispherical butt cheeks atop
fantastic, long, athletic legs.  Q had also placed some high-heeled
stilettos on her feet, which tautened her calves and thighs emphasizing her
beautiful legs.  On completing the turn the view only improved.  Her
enormous high firm breasts rocked gently before settling back in place. 
The movement had rubbed jenny's large nipples against the silky negligee
material and started to bring them to life.  They darkened and extended
pointing through the see-through lace.  The panties also failed to hide the
treasure snuggling at the top of her legs.  Her hairless pussy seemed to
wink at the two men as she moved.

   The only other item Jenny as wearing was a large bejeweled clasp being
used to hold the two sides of the negligee together.  This was the whole
point of the exercise.  Jewelry had been going missing from buildings that
had recently caught fire.  All of them had been visited by a Fire
Prevention officer before later going up in flames.  All of the robbery's
had also taken place in the area served by the same Fire Station and been
attended by the same fire crews.  The pattern seemed to point to the
officer working in cahoots with one of the firemen, the officer casing the
building and the fireman stealing items he identified.  Jenny was going to
be put in just such a building and a fake fire started.  It was hoped that
the fireman wouldn't be able to resist stealing Jenny's jewel and then she
could identify who was committing the thefts.  She hadn't been told that
the jewel contained a homing device so she didn't need to be wearing it; it
could just have been left in plain sight to be picked up.  Conversely it
could have been pinned to a flannelette nighty but if it had Holt and Q
wouldn't be now gazing at the nearly naked form of the sexiest body in the
department.

   Later that evening Jenny stood at the window on the second floor of a
house in the suburbs.  Smoke billowed around her as she shouted and waved
to attract attention.  The bright red fire engine had arrived and the
firemen were unloading their equipment.  Jenny could see a ladder being
wheeled towards the house.  Just then a powerful jet of water was directed
toward the burning building.  It traversed across until it reached her
window and poured through the opening.  Jenny took the full force and
received a through soaking.  The firemen's ladder thudded against the
windowsill and seconds later a big burly fireman climbed up and entered. 
He looked down at a coughing and wringing wet Jenny spotting the jewel
sparkling between her enormous and now plainly visible breasts.  He wasn't
sure which was the better sight, the gleaming gem or the wet and bouncing
mammaries.  He shook himself out of his reverie, grabbed Jenny, and lifted
her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.

   Cameras flashed as Jenny was carried down the ladder toward the ground.
Her position over the fireman's shoulder gave the gathered throng of
onlookers a perfect view of her splendid derriere and legs.  The encasing
panties, now wet through, had become completely transparent and hid none of
the treasures beneath.  On reaching the ground Jenny was lowered from the
fireman's shoulder and he quickly sped away to help his mates put out the
fire.  She stood dazed as the cameras continued to flash.  It took a few
seconds for her to realize that her gem had disappeared and the two halves
of her negligee were spread apart leaving her wet glistening bosom naked
and exposed.  She shrieked and clasped her arms across her chest as a
Policeman ran towards her and threw a coat round her shoulders.  'I've lost
my charm' she said to him.  'Not from were I'm standing, love' he replied
smiling.



   Chapter 2.

   Back at HQ Holt had congratulated Jenny.  Both firemen had been
apprehended with the planted jewel on them.  'Now, your next job' said
Holt. 'We've been asked to find a villain known as Fagin.  He's called
Fagin because he controls a gang of young thieves.  The problem is that he
appears and then seems able to disappear again.  The Police have no clues
and have asked for our help'.  'What do you want me to do' asked Jenny. 
'Well, we need information so you're to try our usual informants.  Here's
the one I want you to try first' said Holt passing her a piece of paper
with an address on it.  Jenny studied the address for a few seconds.  It
seemed familiar.  Suddenly she blanched as she realized it was the Studio
of Mr.  Oliver 'Oily' Harris.  Holt said 'I believe you managed to get some
info from Mr.  Harris on a previous occasion, for free if I remember
correctly, so you should be familiar with his requirements.  'Yes' thought
Jenny ruefully.  She had told Holt that Oily had had an attack of
conscience after her last visit.  In fact, he only parted with the
information after she had agreed to pose for him.  She slowly stripped off
her clothes as he photographed her and she blushed deeply as she recalled
he had forced her to finish the session with a mind blowing orgasm caused
by the large buzzing red vibrator buried deep inside her pussy.  'Can't
someone else take this one Sir?' asked Jenny.  'No I'm sorry Jenny.  You're
the best agent for the job, now off you go'.

   Jenny was in a quandary.  She knew Oily Harris would try it on again. 
She needed a scheme to stop him insisting on her degrading herself.  She
needed some method to get him to take the money for any information he
could provide and not force her into submitting to his depraved demands
like last time.  At last Jenny decided to ask Suki to accompany her.  She
thought if two agents confronted Oily he wouldn't dare demand she strip off
again.

   Over lunch she confided in Suki what had happened on her last visit to
Oily Harris's studio.  Suki smiled imagining the scene.  Her feelings for
Jenny had become even stronger since they had spent the night together
after she had saved the life of Jenny's husband, John.  Their night of
passion Jenny had rewarded her with was still fresh in her mind and she
would give anything for a repeat.  Suki agreed to accompany Jenny that
afternoon.  This situation had definite possibilities.

   The two girls stood outside the familiar paint-peeling door.  The same
short balding man Jenny remembered from her previous visit opened it. 
'Well hello again' he beamed.  'Brought a friend this time?' When they were
inside Jenny said 'this is agent Namora, Mr.  Harris.  We need any
information you have on a villain known as Fagin.  Can you help us?' Oily
studied both girls intently.  Suki was a couple of inches shorter than
Jenny.  Her Japanese heritage giving her the usual long black hair and
slightly slanted features.  She was extremely pretty in her own right with
a slim athletic body and small breasts.  'She could be stern when she
wanted to' Oily thought to himself.  The blonde hair of Jenny and the
jet-black of Suki suggested an idea to his feral little mind.

   'You know my terms' he said slowly.  'Listen Mr.  Harris.  I'm not
prepared to do that again for you.  Now, do you have any information, and
if so how much money do you want for it?' Oily persisted.' I want you to
pose for me.  My client was very pleased with the last set of prints and
wants more'.  'I won't do it Mr.  Harris, and that's that'.  They seemed to
be at an impasse until Suki spoke.  'Jenny' she said (in a curiously
western accent this time) 'please wait here and let me speak to Mr. 
Harris. Perhaps I can find a solution to this'.  She and Oily moved off and
spoke in whispers for a few minutes before returning.  'Well?' said Jenny.
'We've come to an agreement said Oily as Suki moved behind Jenny.

   Suddenly Suki grabbed her and she and Oily combined to wrestle her onto
the studio bed where they quickly tied her wrists and elbows her with some
white nylon rope.  Jenny squealed and struggled but Suki was an expert at
tying knots as Jenny had experienced before.  When her ankles and knees
were also bound she realized she was trapped and lay still on the bed and
watched as Suki rose and started to undress herself.  Oily brought her a
bag and she spilled out the contents onto the bed.  Jenny could see every
item was black.  Suki donned a leather bra and bikini pants.  There was
also a mask, which Suki put on making her look like a sexy bank robber. 
The addition of black stockings and high heels completed the look.  Suki
stood staring down at Jenny dressed as the archetypal dominatrix.  The
blonde demure Jenny and the stern black haired Suki had made Oily think of
a Dominant / Submissive scenario.  He'd been astounded but ecstatic when
Suki had suggested the self same idea even before he'd had the chance to
suggest it himself.  Suki seemed as eager to strip Jenny as he was.

   'Suki, don't do this please' pleaded Jenny.  'Silence' screamed Suki
already playing the part she had agreed with Oily.  He had made his
preparations while Suki had been dressing.  He wasn't using a stills
camera. He had set up a tripod and had mounted a video camera on top.  He
was going to film this scene for the client this time.  'You speak when I
say so' said Suki in a loud mean voice playing to the camera.  She picked
up a riding crop provided by Oily and brandished it under Jenny's chin. 
Jenny remained silent, shocked and cowed by Suki's dominant display.

   For the next hour Suki tied, shackled, cuffed and roped Jenny into all
sorts of different positions using the restraints provided by Oily.  Her
pleading had been quickly halted with the first of a variety of gags.  With
each position Suki stroked, sucked, licked, tweaked and fondled any part of
Jenny's body available, making sure the video lens caught every sexy second
of the action.  She stripped Jenny of a piece of clothing at each stage
until she was left in only her nylon stockings.

   At one point Jenny's was on her knees, her wrists bound to her ankles.
Suki knelt on her right side and taking a fistful of hair roughly directed
her to look down her own naked body.  She cupped Jenny's massive right
breast and lifted it until it was six inches from her chin.  Jenny then
watched, fascinated, aroused and slightly scared, as the black masked face
descended.  Suki opened her mouth and engulfed the already extended nipple
and areolas.  Oily zoomed in to capture Suki sucking lustily, drawing in
more and more of Jenny's breast flesh.  Unseen by the cameras Suki swirled
her tongue round and round the captive areola and nipple.  After a minute
Jenny jerked as Suki's sharp little teeth nipped her flesh.  She drew back,
the nipple still gripped in her teeth, and pulled as far as the flesh would
stretch before releasing it.  She repeated this until Jenny was moaning and
jerking, her pussy moist, then switched sides and tormented Jenny's other
breast.

   The riding crop slapped into Jenny's buttocks until they took on a pink
hew.  Sometimes Suki just used her hand and spanked Jenny.  She groped,
probed and smacked, keeping Jenny on the edge of arousal until by the end
of the hour she was desperate for release.  Suki had Jenny face up on the
bed when she removed her current ball gag and straddling her face, pulled
aside her bikini bottoms and planted her pussy down on Jenny's mouth. 
'Suck' ordered Suki who twisted Jenny's nipple until she complied.  It took
only minutes of the sucking and slurping before Suki tightened and peaked.
Oily had taken the video camera off the tripod and moved in for a close up
of Jenny busily licking and tonguing Suki's vagina.  After Suki regained
her breath she knelt by the side of Jenny's recumbent body.  Her left hand
gripped one of Jenny's breasts while her right stroked down her body until
it reached her pussy mound.  She inserted a finger into Jenny's sopping wet
pussy and began thrusting in and out.  With Oily now filming at the other
end of Jenny focusing straight at her pussy, her left hand gripped Jenny's
breast hard.  She added a second pumping finger, then a third and was just
about to try a fourth when Jenny stiffened, gasped and climaxed noisily.

   Suki rose and said 'I'm just off to the loo.  We'll discuss Fagin when I
return.  Please release Jenny Mr.  Harris'.  'OK' said Oily who watched
with beady little eyes as Suki closed the bathroom door.  He'd spent the
last hour watching the girls enjoy each themselves and he was feeling
aroused himself.  He put down the video camera and approached Jenny's
restrained and helpless body.  She lay on the bed with her eyes closed
gradually recovering from her orgasm.  Oily knelt on the bed by her head
and placed one hand over her mouth.  His other extracted his penis and
started to pump it.  'Mmmmm' Jenny moaned as Oily's cock grew to full size
and hovered just above her face.  Within a minute Oily jerked and came
spraying his seed on to Jenny's face.  Another three jerks produced another
three eruptions of semen.  As the last hit Jenny on the forehead the tripod
crashed into the back of Oily's head knocking him to the floor,
unconscious.

   Oily Harris came to five minutes later.  He was naked and kneeling on
the bed his face pressed into the mattress.  Suki and Jenny between them
had used his own restraints to secure him.  He struggled for a minute
before realizing he was trapped.  'Now Mr.  Harris.  We've paid your price,
and more, so lets have the information' said Suki.  'Let me go you bitch'
shouted Oily.  'I'm telling you nothing'.  THWAP.  The riding crop wielded
by Jenny slashed across his fat hairy buttocks.  'Aaarrrg' screamed Oily.
THWAP, THWAP, THWAP.  'Alright, alright, I'll tell you what I know.  No one
knows who Fagin is.  All I know that he has a sister.  She's Headmistress
at Fulford School for Girls'.  THWAP.  'That's all I know, I swear it'
whined Oily.  'Alright Mr.  Harris.  We'll leave you now.  Someone is sure
to find you eventually'.  THWAP.  Jenny wasn't satisfied.  She wanted
revenge for the facial she'd endured.  THWAP.  'Jenny!  Leave him' ordered
Suki.  'We've got what we came for.

   They stood together on the pavement outside the studio.  Jenny
complained 'You should have let me beat the shit out of the dirty little
creep'.  'I'm sorry Jenny.  For tying you up and for allowing him to film
us.  Still you seemed to enjoy it after a while.  I know I certainly did.
'Yes' Jenny smiled in spite of herself.  'Well I suppose we didn't do
anything we haven't done before.  Although it's a bit suspicious that
you're so good at being a dominatrix'.  Suki blushed before replying 'don't
worry about Mr.  Harris.  He isn't going to profit from our playtime.  I
pressed the delete key on the camera just before we left so he's got no
pictures at all'.  Laughing and happy they strolled away together arm in
arm.  Jenny's handbag was swinging over her shoulder.  It contained the
riding crop.  She was determined to find an opportunity to make Suki
realize how it felt to be bound, gagged and helpless as someone swatted
your smarting butt.  Sometime in the future the roles would be reversed. 
She wasn't to know that Suki's bag actually contained the videotape.  She
would have the film to keep her memories alive for some time to come.



   Chapter 3.

   Later that week Jenny stood outside the office door of Miss Francis
Lampton; Headmistress of Fulford School for Girls.  She knocked and
entered. Miss Lampton rose from behind her desk to greet her.  'Welcome
Mrs. Richards'.  She was a tall thin woman in her mid to late fifties.  She
sported a short, almost manly, haircut above a stern face well suited to
the Head of a private girls school.

   'Firstly, thank you for filling our vacancy at such short notice.  Miss
Valentine was taken ill very suddenly so we were lucky you were available
to fill in so quickly'.  Jenny knew the job had become free because the
Firm had convinced Miss Valentine to go sick and for Jenny to be
recommended by the Education Department.  'I'm sure the girls will benefit
from your Home Economic lessons'.  This was the only skill Jenny could
muster that was taught in schools.  She was a complete dunce at most other
subjects.  She'd soon have been found out if she had tried to pass herself
off as a math's or science teacher.  'Secondly we are going to have to
decide where you can sleep.  We have no rooms free so it's either a hotel
in the nearest town or, if you don't mind, there's a spare bed in the sixth
form dormitory.  You'd be sleeping with seven of the girls but hopefully it
would only be for a short time, until a room becomes available'.

   Jenny watched Miss Lampton's prominent adams-apple bobble up and down as
she talked before answering 'I'll take the dorm if you don't mind'.  She
wanted to stay at the school, as it would be easier for her investigations.
She looked around the room hoping to see some photographs.  It would seem
more natural to ask about Miss Lamptons brother if she could see a family
snap.  Unfortunately there were none.  She would have to find another way
to broach the subject.  Miss Lampton led Jenny out into the corridor and
took her to see the Deputy Head.  'Miss Jenkins will give you details of
your classes and itinerary.  Please enjoy your stay with us.  I'll probably
see you at lunchtime'.

   Later that evening Jenny braved the wind and rain of a storm that was
brewing and returned to the dormitory she had been shown earlier.  She'd
spent some time in the teachers' common room but Miss Lampard hadn't been
there.  Jenny's gentle probing of the other teachers had failed to turn up
any facts about Miss Lampard's family.  She entered the dorm and the noisy
chatter of the girls gradually subsided into silence as they realized she
was there.  'Hello girls' she greeted them brightly.  'I'm Mrs.  Richards
your new Home Economics teacher'.  The seven girls who gazed back at her
all looked about fifteen years old.  They were sitting on their beds most
of them had already changed into their night attire.  Many of them seemed
to favour pajamas.  The conversations slowly started up again but the girls
were still wary of the teacher in their midst.  Jenny moved to her bed and
sorted out her wash bag and pajama case before heading to the bathroom to
change.  She finished brushing her teeth before opening her pajama case to
get her nightgown.  Her hand emerged holding the lacy negligee and panties
she'd worn for the fireman sting.  'Damn it' she thought 'I've picked up
the wrong bloody case'.

   'Oh well' she said to herself.  'We're all girls here.  I'll just have
to grin and bare it'.  Literally in some places.  Jenny stripped down and
drew the tiny lace panties up her long legs then put her arms through the
negligee and closed it as best she could.  Her bed was at the far end of
the dorm away from the bathroom so she had to walk the entire length of the
room.  Conversation again stopped as she padded over the wooden floor.  The
girls in front of her gapped as they spied Jenny's bouncing breasts barely
covered by the lacy material.  Her large dark nipples and areolas plainly
visible through the negligee.  Some noticed there was no tell tale darker
patch showing through the front of her panties.  She was either a natural
blonde or there was no hair to show through.  As she passed them the girls
were treated to the sight of her pearly white butt cheeks, wobbling,
undulating and as good as completely naked.

   The girls exchanged glances wondering at the situation and a meaningful
look passed between a couple of them.  Jenny sat on her bed and was just
about to get under the covers when one of the girls approached her.  'Mrs.
Richards, can I talk to you please?  My names Victoria' said the girl. 
Jenny looked up at the very pretty, but nervous girl who looked to be about
fifteen years old.  'Of course my dear, how can I help you'?  'Well' said
Victoria.  'It's about boys, Miss.  They scare me'.  'Oh' said Jenny
sympathizing.  At the age of fifteen she'd found boys to be nasty pushy
little brats and it wasn't until she'd met John that some of that mistrust
had gone away.  The boys at her school had made life difficult for her
especially when she'd blossomed into a busty beauty toward the end of her
days there.  'Yes, they always want to touch me and kiss me but I don't
know how.' said Victoria.  'Kissing is simple really, it comes with
practice'.  'But I don't know how Miss can you show me?' 'What' said Jenny
'You want me to show you how to kiss someone?' 'Oh yes please Miss' said
Victoria beaming, will you please?' 'Well, I've kissed a few girls' thought
Jenny.  'One more wouldn't hurt I suppose'.

   Victoria sat down next to Jenny and faced her pursing her lips as if
ready to kiss an Aunt.  'No, no' said Jenny.  'Relax your mouth and
slightly open your lips.  Then gently touch them to mine, OK?' Victoria did
as instructed and leant forward until their lips met.  Jenny then softly
kissed Victoria.  'There' said Jenny.  'It's that simple'.  'Oh Miss that's
not how boys and girls kiss.  I've seen the older pupils at school dances.
They're a lot more enthusiastic than that.  Lets do it properly this time'
she insisted.  Victoria again leant forward and this time it was her doing
the leading as she sucked on Jenny's lips.  The kiss lasted a lot longer as
Victoria worked her lips vigorously against Jenny's.  Jenny's cheeks began
to flush.  Victoria really seemed to be learning the art of kissing quite
quickly she thought.  Jenny broke the kiss and sat back breathless.  'Thank
you Miss' said Victoria and moved away.  Another girl immediately took her
place.  'Chloe, Miss' she said 'Can you show me as well?' before seizing
Jenny and taking up where Victoria had left off.  Jenny found herself under
oral attack again and she felt a tingling of arousal, as Chloe seemed able
to show the technique of a very well practiced kisser.

   A third girl, 'Jane, Miss' took over after Chloe.  Jenny found her lips
being ravaged again as yet another seemingly young girl showed a skill way
beyond her years.  Jane had been sucking for a few seconds when she
insinuated her tongue into Jenny's mouth.  Her hands held Jenny's head so
she couldn't break away and she found herself being orally assaulted.  The
next girl 'Bethany, Miss' took over and dived straight in with her tongue.
Jenny found herself drifting off into an erotic haze as she was stimulated
by each girl.  Gradually Jenny allowed herself to be lowered back until she
was lying face up on the bed.  Bethany was still working her lips like a
pro, mashing their lips together and entwining their tongues.  Gently she
placed her hand on Jenny's bare stomach and stroked her skin.  Gradually,
ever so softly, she stroked higher and higher.  She soon reached the
mountain of Jenny's enormous left breast and slowly, ever so slowly, began
caressing it.  Jenny moaned as she felt the hand squeeze her tit and a
finger began circling her nipple.  The pleasurable touch suddenly jolted
Jenny back to alertness and she struggled to free herself from the girls
embrace.  'No, no, stop' gasped Jenny.  'That's enough.  Please return to
your beds girls it's past your bedtime'.  Bethany rose disappointed that
Jenny had snapped out of her reverie and rejected her advances.  'Still'
she thought 'she's not the smartest teacher we've ever had.  The girls and
I should be able to have some fun with this one'.

   During the night the storm got worse.  Lightning followed by rolling
thunder echoed near the school.  Jenny was awakened when a small body crept
under the covers and into bed with her.  'I'm scared Miss' said the girl.
'Don't be afraid' said Jenny clasping her to her ample bosom.  Jenny slept
fitfully.  Her dreams through the night were unusually erotic.  The reason
became apparent when she woke.  The young girl was still sleeping but
instead of a thumb in her mouth her was gently sucking on one of Jenny's
nipples.  She groaned as Jenny popped it free of the soft pink lips.  It
was red and sharply erect.  It was then that Jenny felt the other reason
for her dreams.  The schoolgirl also had her hand buried between Jenny's
thighs cupping her pussy, a small finger buried in the warm depths.  Gently
Jenny extracted her hand and shook the girl awake.  'Morning sleepyhead'
she greeted her.  'Time for classes, off you go'.  Amber got out of Jenny's
bed and headed to the bathroom a broad smile on her face.  It had been a
well-executed plan.  A couple of the other girls looked at her enviously.
She'd been the quickest and had beaten them to the teacher's bed after
they'd also hatched the same scheme.



   Chapter 4.

   Jenny spent the day teaching cooking skills to the first and second year
girls.  Her investigations had so far failed to turn up any information on
Miss Lamptons brother.  She had decided that she'd try to get a look at the
school records.  Later that evening she'd entered the school secretary's
office.  It was a small room which had two walls covered with files, a desk
with a small computer and three large filing cabinets.  The only
incongruity was a bag of golf clubs leaning in the corner.  She started
with the filing cabinet draw marked K-P and soon found the file for the
Miss Lampard.  She scanned through until she found a personal form.  The
'Next of kin' box was blank.  'Curious' thought Jenny surely she'd have
mentioned a brother.

   Back in the dormitory the girls were huddled together making plans. 
'We've got a job on for tonight and it can't be delayed' said Victoria. 
'We're going to have to distract her'.

   The dorm was full of noisy chattering when Jenny returned.  The girls
were a lot more confident around her now.  They waited, seemingly
innocently, for her to return from getting changed.  She hadn't had chance
to replace her night attire so she still wore the semi-transparent negligee
and panties.  Jenny noticed one of the girls was wearing a blindfold and
was groping round the dorm, her arms outstretched, searching for the other
girls.  Victoria approached Jenny and said 'Miss, we're not sleepy yet
would you like to join in our game.  'OK' said Jenny glad that the girls
seemed to be accepting her so well.  'We're playing Blind mans bluff'.  One
of us is blindfolded and has to find one of the others.  Then they take
over and so on'.  'Alright' said Jenny lets play.  Jenny didn't have much
luck.  She was swiftly backed into a corner and 'caught' by the blindfolded
girl.  Not surprising as the blindfold was tied so the young girl could see
quite easily.  'You're it' shouted the girls merrily.  The scarf they were
using was quickly tied round Jenny's head, this time in such a way that she
definitely couldn't see, and the girls scattered.  Jenny listened carefully
trying to hear any movement before extending her arms out wide and walking
forward.

   As Jenny was being blindfolded Victoria and three other girls had
gathered by the door.  'Keep her occupied, we'll be as quick as we can' she
said to Chloe before they left the dorm.  There were now only four girls in
the room and Jenny was still groping around without finding one of them. 
As she passed one of the beds, Amber reached out and spanked her.  'Oh'
said Jenny surprised.  'Come on Miss, you can do better than that'.  Jenny
continued to stagger round bumping into the furniture until Jane spanked
her again.  'Ow'.  'Not very good at this are you Miss' she said.

   Jenny was beginning to tire of the game.  She couldn't catch any of the
girls and her bottom was becoming rosy.  She'd been spanked another ten
times.  She was reaching up to remove the blindfold when she unexpectedly
bumped into Chloe.  'Well done Miss' we'll have to reward you for winning.
With that Jenny was grabbed by the arms and led to her own bed.  She was
pushed down on her back and while two of the girls held her legs Chloe and
amber used School neckties to attach her wrists to the head of the bed
frame.  'Hey, what are you doing' yelled Jenny as she realized she was
being restrained.  The girls didn't reply.  Instead they moved down and the
four of them held Jenny's kicking legs until each ankle was tied to the
corners of the bed frame.

   The girls sat back and looked down at the stretched out, magnificent
body of the blindfolded, roped and struggling Jenny.  Her breasts wobbled
enticingly as she tugged at her bindings.  'Girls, let me go' shouted
Jenny. 'But Miss you haven't had your reward yet' said Chloe as she leant
down and grabbed the little lace negligee.  With a flourish she whipped it
apart exposing Jenny's enormous breasts.  Jenny gasped as she felt her tits
being bared.  'Are these real Miss?' asked Chloe.  'Of course they are'
said Jenny angrily.  'Now release me this instant'.  'I don't think they
are.  I think we need to test them to be sure' said Chloe.  With that she
reached out and gripped Jenny's left breast with both hands.  She began
squeezing and fondling as Jenny gasped and complained.  The molding
continued as the other girls watched.  Jenny's complaints subsided as her
breast was caressed.  Her areolas darkened and her nipple sprang to life.

   Chloe sat back and gestured to Bethany.  She moved forward and started
stroking Jenny's legs.  Slowly massaging her thighs growing nearer and
nearer to her pussy.  Her place was taken by Amber who decided to silence
Jenny completely by kissing her deeply and passionately.  Jenny moaned as
her mouth was invaded by Ambers tongue.  The fourth girl, Jane, knelt
between Jenny's bound legs and studied her pussy mound.  At a signal from
Chloe Jenny's hips were grabbed and lifted.  Three pillows were pushed
under her and when she was released here hips remained raised, her back
arched, her pussy pointing straight up at Jane's face.  She extended a
finger and pulled aside the panties.  Jenny stiffened as she felt her pussy
being exposed realizing there could be only one reason for it.  She tensed,
expectantly awaiting the first contact.  Jane extended her tongue and
slowly, wetly, licked the entire length of Jenny's naked pussy.  'Mmmmm'
groaned Jenny.  It was the best she could do as Amber was still keeping her
mouth occupied.

   For the next thirty minutes the girls took turns teasing, caressing and
fondling all the different parts of Jenny's delectable body.  They used
hands, fingers, tongues and lips to stroke, tweak, lick and suck on Jenny's
nipples, lips and pussy.  They brought her up just short of orgasm before
leaving her until she cooled down.  Time and again Jenny started to buck
only to moan as the stimulation stopped.  Her breathing quickened.  Her
nipples and clit erected.  The girls were merciless in there teasing. 
Jenny never gave a thought to there being less than seven girls in the
room. Just when Jenny thought they couldn't reward her any more they
invented a new game.

   Chloe sat on one side and Amber the other.  Chloe gently slapped the
outside of Jenny's breast.  They watched as it sloshed around before
settling back into its natural globular shape.  Amber waited building the
tension before repeating the slap to the other tit.  Chloe waited and
slapped again slightly harder.  Amber slapped the other tit.  The slight
stinging sensation was quite pleasant to start with but as the tit spanking
continued her breasts turning pink.  Chloe gripped a nipple between her
thumb and finger and after spending a few seconds twisting and twirling it
stretched it upward until Jenny's breast elongated to a point.  SLAP.  She
swung her other palm and whacked the captive tit.  'OW' Jenny exclaimed. 
Amber joined in and Jenny's other tit was pulled upward.  She looked like
she had two pointed cones on her chest.  SLAP.  Amber spanked her tit.

   Chloe and Amber worked together alternating the slaps until at a signal
they drew back together and timed their strike.  SLAP SLAP.  Both breasts
where hit at the same time and slammed together before being released and
rippling back into their round now pink shape.  'OW' screamed Jenny.  'That
bloody hurt you fucking little bitches.  Stop that now or I'll report you
to the Headmistress'.

   'Oh language Miss.  I think you need to be punished' said Chloe.  At a
nod the four girls, working in pairs, untied Jenny's ankles and lifted them
to the top of the bed before quickly retying them to the outside of the bed
frame.  Jenny was now doubled up with the backs of her legs facing upward
and her butt sticking up.  The girls all went to their lockers and returned
with a foot long wooden ruler each.

   Outside, Victoria and the two other girls were returning from robbing a
local house.  They were met by Miss Lampard who stopped them.  'I've had a
phone call from Oily Harris' she told them.  'Apparently our new teacher is
an agent for MI5.  Oily was mumbling something about stolen pictures.  I
wouldn't be surprised if it was him who put the feds onto us in the first
place.  Two timing bastard.  Anyway we need a plan to deal with Mrs. 
Richards.  We need a lever to keep her under control.  It'd be best if she
could be persuaded to leave and tell her bosses that there's nothing
suspicious going on here.  'Why didn't we use Mimi' said Victoria.  'Yes,
good idea.  Run and fetch her would you'.

   A minute later Victoria returned with a small dark girl.  She was one of
the gangs most experienced operators.  She was Eighteen years old but in
pig tails, a school uniform and no make-up she was so small and innocent
looking she could pass for twelve.  Miss Lampard explained their dilemma
and outlined the plan.  Mimi nodded happily, eager to play her part.

   The group then quietly entered the dormitory.  All was silent except for
the repeated grunts and slapping noises.  They looked on amazed at the
sight of the doubled over body of Jenny, her thighs and bottom now pink,
being spanked alternately by three of the schoolgirls.  She jerked and
struggled trying to free herself.  Chloe had pushed a scrunched up pair of
panties into Jenny's mouth and was keeping them in place with her hand to
stop the whole school hearing her screamed obscenities.  Miss Lampard
watched mesmerized for fully five minutes.  Occasionally one of the girls
would deliberately aim directly between Jenny's butt cheeks and allow the
light wooden rule to spank her glistening pussy lips.  This usually
elicited an extra loud groan.  Miss Lampard took the spare ruler not being
used by Chloe and joined the girls.  She used her extra strength and
spanked the MI5 agent who threatened her operation even harder then the
girls.  Eventually she silently signaling for them to stop.  Jenny
gradually calmed down as she realized the beating had stopped and waited
listening for any movement.  Her flesh from nearly her knees all the way to
the top of her butt was now pink and hot.

   Miss Lampard signaled the girls to move away.  Mimi climbed onto the bed
and knelt looking at Jenny's pink bum.  She reached forward and began
stroking her warm butt cheeks, before diving in and starting to work her
mouth on Jenny's vagina.  'Mmmm' Jenny groaned when she felt the unexpected
contact.  Mimi sucked and licked and inserted her tongue into the wet pink
depths, expertly bringing an already aroused Jenny back to the boil.  Jenny
started groaning and moaning as she built toward a climax.  Suddenly her
ankles were released and her legs sprang back onto the bed.  Mimi kept
licking and sucking.  Jenny's breath was coming in shorter and shorter
gasps.  Victoria snatched the panties from her mouth.  'Yes, yes, don't
stop' pleaded Jenny.  Mimi worked harder, plunging her tongue deep into
Jenny's pussy.  In and out it delved.  Jenny built higher and higher.  Time
for the big finish thought Mimi who took Jenny's clit between her lips and
sucked for all she was worth, attacking the nub of flesh with her tongue as
well.  Chloe reached forward and released Jenny's wrists, which immediately
grabbed the back of Mimi's head and forced her face harder into her groin.
Jenny's back arched and the frustrations and stimulations of the last hour
released in one giant climax as she screamed out in orgasm.

   Mimi released Jenny's hips, which rested back onto the bed.  In the
silence Miss Lampard suddenly bellowed loudly 'WHAT THE DICKENS IS GOING ON
HERE, MRS.  RICHARDS'.  Jenny jumped and reaching up dragged the blindfold
from her eyes.  All the girls had retreated to their beds and fainted sleep
and only Miss Lampard stood by the side of the bed.  Jenny stared at the
smiling face of Mimi, her mouth coated with Jenny's pussy juices.  'Well
Mrs.  Richards.  What is your explanation for this behaviour?'
'I...I...they tied me up Headmistress' whined Jenny.  'I see no evidence of
restraint, Mrs.  Richards'.  Jenny looked around and all the neckties
they'd used to bind her had disappeared.  'They aroused me, caressed me,
forced me' she went on.  'What are you claiming these girls seduced you?'
'Well yes they did' said Jenny.  'What.  Are you claiming this twelve year
old girl forced you to commit these disgusting, depraved acts?'
'Tw..tw..twelve' said Jenny appalled.  'Yes.  Twelve years old Mrs. 
Richards.  I am disgusted by your shameful behaviour.  I place you in a
position of trust and I find you corrupting young girls.  You have betrayed
my faith in you' said Miss Lampard laying it on as thick as she could. 
'You will report to my office first thing in the morning.  We will discus
your position here at Fulford and exactly how we are going to deal with
this situation.  Your attitude and answers will dictate whether I will find
it necessary to call in the Police.  With that she pulled Mimi off the bed
and they both left.

   Jenny lay on her bed trembling.  She couldn't think straight.  If Miss
Lampard called the Police she would arrested and it would be in all the
papers.  Her friends would know.  She would be sacked from the Firm.  What
would John say?  She tossed and turned in the dark before eventually
falling into a troubled sleep.



   Chapter 5.

   The next morning she sat outside the Headmistresses office.  After
making her wait an hour she was called in.  Miss Lampard sat behind her
desk, a very stern look on her face.  'Sit down Mrs.  Richards.  Now I want
to impress on you how serious this situation is.  If I call the Police you
would be prosecuted for having sex with a minor and sent to prison.  Do you
want that?' 'No' said Jenny in a small quiet voice.  'Well I think we can
find an alternative if you are prepared to co-operate.  If you are willing
to accept punishment from me I will not inform the authorities'.  Jenny
felt a spark of hope.  'Oh yes Headmistress' she said.  'Before you accept
so readily I should inform you that your punishment will be severe and
painful.  Do you still wish me to punish you?' Jenny hesitated but thought
nothing Miss Lampard could deal out could be as bad as been branded a child
molester.  'Yes' said Jenny.  'Yes what?' 'Yes I want you to punish me
Headmistress'.

   Miss Lampard breathed out.  She'd got her.  Jenny was now in her
control. She could make her do anything she wanted from now on.  'Right
Mrs. Richards.  You will report to this office every morning at 8:30am for
punishment for the next week.  We will start now.  Remove you skirt'.

   Jenny flushed, but rose and unzipped her black skirt dropping it down to
her ankles before stepping out of it and putting it on a chair.  She
watched as Miss Lampard moved to a cupboard and made a show of selecting
just the right bamboo cane.  She bent each one between her hands before
settling on a mean looking black one.  'Now bend over my desk and grasp the
opposite edge.  You are to remain bent over no matter what.  If you move I
will start your punishment again.  Do you understand?' 'I understand' said
Jenny apprehensively wondering if she'd taken the right option.  Miss
Lampard stared at the perfect round derriere with the white cotton panties
stretched across it.  She put the cane down and placed her hands on Jenny's
waist.  Then stroking down she moved her hands down and under the material
of her panties.  Her hands both caressed Jenny's butt and legs and stripped
her of her panties at the same time.  She dragged them all the way to the
floor leaving them pooled around her ankles.  Taking up the switch she
moved to the left.  SWISH.  The cane whistled through the air.  SWISH. 
Jenny flinched but the bamboo still didn't contact her flesh.  SWISH,
SWISH. The tension built until SWISH THWAK and the whippy cane smacked into
Jenny's buttocks.  'Aaarrgg' Jenny groaned.  A pink line that appeared
across her flesh now marred her white spherical cheeks.  Jenny's cheeks
rippled from the impact.  Miss Lampard lifted the cane high preparing for
the second stroke.

   Jenny left Miss Lampard's office.  She headed to the nearest bathroom to
repair the ravages to her make-up caused by the tears that had run down her
cheeks.  Miss Lampard had been true to her word when she'd said the
punishment would be severe.  Jenny's butt and thighs were smarting and
criss-crossed by red and angry wealds.  She was going to have to spend the
day knickerless and standing up.  She thought about the rest of her day. 
She was due to teach the younger girls for most of it but it was the last
lesson she wasn't looking forward to.  She was due to take the sixth form
girls in her dorm and she was very apprehensive about what they would do.

   Later that afternoon Jenny stood in the shower rinsing off the remains
of the custard, chocolate and other sauces from her body.  The final lesson
of the day had turned out to be even worse than she had envisaged.  It
hadn't taken Victoria long to start.  She was the strongest character and
obviously the ringleader.  She had ordered Jenny to strip and when she had
objected threatened to tell her parents, one of whom was a copper (not
really), what she'd done with Mimi.  Victoria and the rest of the girls had
spent the lesson smearing Jenny's flesh with any gloop they could find. 
They'd laid her on a desk and started with custard and chocolate sauce and
moved on to jam and treacle.  Chloe and Amber had taken great care to
massage the treacle into her breasts and then other girls had licked it
off. They'd then repeated the process with jam.  They'd soon spotted the
red stripes on her bum and decided to help her out by rubbing her cheeks
with handfuls of freezing cold ice cream.  Victoria had completed Jenny's
humiliation by holding her by fistfuls of hair and French kissing her
passionately as she was brought to orgasm.  Chloe pumped three olive oil
covered fingers in and out of her pussy while Amber had squeezed the
contents of a full icing bag into her butt.  It would take more than a
shower to remove the results of that.  Jenny was grateful that the junior
girls had used all of the cucumbers and carrots in the earlier lessons.



   Chapter 6.

   Next morning Jenny reported for her punishment session yawning widely.
She had been kept up half the night 'entertaining' the remaining two
members of the gang, Samantha and Tanya.  The young girls seamed
insatiable. Nothing like what Jenny was used to at home where, like most
married women, she suffered from her husband pumping away for a couple of
minutes on a Saturday night before rolling off her and falling asleep,
snoring like a wounded buffalo.  Her nipples and pussy were still sore. 
Her arsehole had been fingered more than Louis Armstrong's trumpet, her jaw
ached and she was sure she had sprained her tongue.

   Miss Lampard was sitting at her desk as usual and she smiled when Jenny
entered and automatically removed her skirt and panties even before she was
ordered to.  She rose, but this time fetched a straight-backed chair and
placed it in front of her desk.  She sat down and gestured to Jenny.  'So
it's a spanking this time' thought Jenny.  On the whole she found that
infinitely preferable to the bamboo cane.  She'd been spanked many times.
Many, many times.  Many, many, many times (Thanks to Betty Marsden for that
line.  Younger readers, you should ask your Dad about 'Round the Horn'),
and even though it hurt she derived some pleasure from it.  She draped
herself over the Headmistresses boney knees ready.

   Miss Lampard laid her right hand on Jenny's butt and stroked slowly. 
The red wealds had mostly disappeared overnight.  The ice cream had
actually helped.  She gently parted Jenny's cheeks and gazed at her anus
and naked pussy before raising her hand and starting Jenny's punishment. 
Miss Lampard thought to herself 'I'll teach you to come here you little
bitch and try to destroy all I've worked to build'.  She spanked Jenny's
butt at a steady pace switching sides and taking in the tops of her thighs.
Her butt cheeks rippled with each blow.  Her abused flesh soon turned pink
again.  The combination of the previous caning and the venomous nature of
Miss Lampard's smacks made this hurt more than any spanking Jenny had ever
received.  She was amazed that a wizened old biddy like Miss Lampard could
generate so much power.  It was after twenty smacks that Jenny began to
become aware of something sticking into her hip.  It hadn't been there when
she'd lain over the Heads knees.  As the spanking continued the protrusion
grew more pronounced and poked more and more into her but the stinging pain
in her bum drove it from her mind.  Eventually Miss Lampard, almost out of
breath, ordered Jenny to dress and leave.  Her butt was an angry red and
smarted something rotten.  As she dressed, Miss Lampard remained seated and
stared at her body intently.

   As the door closed Jenny suddenly realized where she'd felt a protrusion
like that before.  She had been forced over the knees of Giles Stern and
the poking object had been his penis.  Suddenly the clues clicked into
place in her mind.  The bobbing adams-apple, the lack of a next of kin on
the staff form and the protrusion she'd felt.  Miss Francis Lampard was in
fact MISTER Francis Lampard.  There was no sister.  Fagin hid himself by
taking on the persona of a Headmistress of a girl's school.  No wonder the
police hadn't been able to find him.

   Jenny quickly bent down and looked through the keyhole.  Her suspicions
were confirmed when she saw 'Miss' Lampard pumping away on 'her' very
respectable penis.  The thrashing had obviously turned him on as well as
Jenny and he was now spanking his own bishop.  Jenny quickly ran to the
secretary's office.  Luckily it was unoccupied so she again raided the
filing cabinets.  She found records for all the girls in the sixth form and
Mimi as well.  All the records showed the girls were seventeen years old.
Mimi's record card showed that she was a postgraduate student and her date
of birth proved she was eighteen and not twelve.  Jenny nearly fainted. 
They'd tricked her.  She slumped down into the secretaries chair close to
tears of relief then quickly jumped back up as the pain in her butt
registered.  That sealed it for Jenny.  The girls must be Fagin's gang. 
She quickly phoned the Firm and was told they'd send the Police straight
away.  She realized that their hold over her was gone.  Now she felt the
relief turning to ever increasing anger within her.  They'd tried to use
her.

   The Police arrived within twenty minutes and arrested the whole gang.  A
search of the school quickly turned up a cache of recently stolen loot. 
The only surprise they got was when they found a pathetically sobbing Mr.
Francis Lampard tied across his desk.  He was wearing a dress, which was
hiked up around his waist, and his buttocks were red and bleeding.  Two
bloodied and broken bamboo canes lay nearby.  'It's surprisingly easy to
knock someone unconscious when you're blazingly angry and have a seven iron
to hand' thought Jenny happily.

   The end

  
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   Jenny the Fashion Victim

   Chapter 1.

   The office smelled faintly of the old leather that covered the
comfortable armchairs.  A thick pile Wilton carpet in deepest crimson
helped deaden any stray sound giving the room a feel of a silent library.
The walls not behind books were clad in highly polished oak panels.  One of
the larger bookcases hid an alcove containing a fridge and well-stocked
drinks cabinet.  Facing the desk, another wall was taken up by a state of
the art communications and video set-up that would have made NASA envious.
The ninety inch back projection video screen could show live pictures from
any one of a set of orbiting geo-stationary satellites.  It allowed the
occupant to talk to, and usually see, anyone even in the most isolated
parts of the world in coded secrecy.  The antique desk held, on the right,
two telephones.  One white for everyday uses the other bright red.  A
laptop computer docking station, occupied at present, sat in the middle
with a single photograph on the right.  Commander James Holt CBE.  Royal
Navy (retired) reclined in his black leather office chair.  He was a tall,
gray haired and distinguished man of the sort typically turned out by the
English public schools system.  Most people passing him in the street would
have placed him on the board of a large bank or Stock broking firm in the
city.  Few would have thought he was head of 'Special Operations' for MI5,
the British Secret Service.

   His gaze dropped as the head of his penis disappeared between the softly
sucking pink lips of Agent Jenny Richards.  She smiled into his eyes as her
tongue swirled around the big purple head.  He closed his eyes, listened to
the wet slurping noises, and concentrated on the pleasure emanating from
his member.  Holt felt the pressure rising in his loins as Jenny's blonde
head bobbed up and down.  Just as he thought he was going over the top she
allowed him to pop out of her mouth.  He watched as she stood and unzipped
the back of her pink summer dress, dropping it to the floor, leaving her in
the skimpiest of bras and panties.  Her high-heeled shoes only elongated
her already long athletic legs that were encased in shear black nylons. 
Stepping forward she straddled his lap.  Holt held his breath as she pulled
aside her white lacy panties with one hand and used the fingers of the
other to spread her hairless pussy lips.  Gradually Jenny lowered her hips
and impaled herself fully on his massive upturned rampant organ.

   Gripping her hips he helped raise her body upward before pulling her
down hard, engulfing him again.  She continued to rapidly rise and fall
exposing him then repeatedly burying him deep inside her body, his penis
rubbing against her clit as it grew red and erect.  His hands reached up
and pulled down the cups of her bra, freeing her enormous breasts.  He
watched their hypnotic motion as they bounce up and down before capturing
them in his hands and roughly massaging them.  Her soft tit flesh could be
molded into any shape he desired and he took full advantage, mauling her
yielding tender flesh harder and harder until she moaned with the erotic
stimulation.  A thumb and forefinger cruelly pulled and twisted each nipple
to erectness before pulling her to him so he could plunge her red and
swollen areolas and nipples into his mouth.  Their breathing became
laboured as the urgency grew.  The erotic friction increased and they both
climbed toward fulfillment.

   'Buzzzzzz'.  Holt jolted back to alertness.  'Buzzzzzz'.  Savagely he
prodding the flashing intercom button and enquired tersely 'Yes, what is
it'.  'Agents Richards and Namura to see you Sir' said his secretary.  He
tried to control his breathing before replying 'ask them to wait a minute
then send them in'.  Composing himself, he sat behind his desk making sure
his still bulging groin was out of sight.  The daydream would have to keep
for later.  Maybe next time Suki would be there as well.

   The two MI5 agents entered the office and Holt motioned them to sit in
the chairs facing his desk.  Jenny Richards was even more stunning in
person than the image in his head.  Her beautiful face was framed by long
naturally blonde hair and two enormous breasts further enhanced her tall,
slim athletic figure.  He remembered her toned and tanned thighs were
topped by a derriere of peach like perfection and a naked and hairless
pussy.  Holt still carried the memory of her almost naked body from a
previous meeting when she had been persuaded to model a tiny
semi-transparent negligee and panties for Professor Q and himself.  It
seemed her beauty was only matched by her naivety.  Still, she seemed to
get the job done.  Her record, so far, was unblemished although the
debriefing reports showed a certain penchant for unconventional methods. 
They also showed she had an inability to keep her clothes on.

   Agent Suki Namura was almost the antithesis of Jenny.  She was also
stunningly pretty, in her own exotic oriental way, but conversely she had
long black hair.  She was very slim and small breasted.  She stood a couple
of inches shorter then Jenny.  The difference also extended to their sexual
orientation.  Jenny was married to John Richards who was also an Agent in
the 'Firm'.  Suki was almost exclusively of the Sapphic persuasion.  In the
past Jenny had had some lesbian experiences.  Once she had been forced by
circumstance into a passionate love making session with an older, more
experienced woman when protecting her husband from discovery during a
mission.  John knew of this episode but he wasn't aware of the times Jenny
and Suki had shared a bed.  Once Jenny had instigated a night of passion as
a reward for Suki saving John's life, the other was when they had performed
a Dominant/Submissive lesbian bondage scene, not wholly with Jenny's
agreement, to satisfy the depraved lusts of the pornographer Oliver 'Oily'
Harris.  (And Suki's)

   Jenny was always having to scold Suki who was constantly seeking
opportunities to caress or fondle Jenny's charms.  The most recent occasion
was in the Ladies changing room.  Jenny had been taking a shower when she'd
got some soap in her eyes.  She was naked and dripping and blindly feeling
around for a towel when she had walked straight into Suki's arms.  Jenny
had been thoroughly aroused by Suki's stroking and probing fingers before
she managed to break free.  By the time she'd found a towel and cleared her
vision Suki had left the changing room.  She was almost sure it had been
Suki's hands that had fondled her breasts, her lips that had sucked on her
nipples and her fingers that had delved into her pussy but she felt a
tingle of excitement when it occurred to her that she couldn't be certain.
It just might have been someone else.  She experienced the same tingle when
over lunch Suki had denied ever being in the changing room.  As well as
playing with Jenny's body Suki also enjoyed playing with her head.

   'Ladies, we have a new mission for you' started Holt.  'We have been
asked to investigate some industrial espionage at Victor's Secret'. 
'That's the lingerie and novelty underwear fashion house isn't it Sir' said
Jenny.  'That is correct Agent Richards.  Some of the latest designs have
been appearing in Hong Kong stores even before they've been shown on the
catwalk.  You, Jenny, are going undercover as one of models.  Suki, Victor
has suggested you can be a general helper and what's called a checker. 
Your job, ladies, will be to try and discover who the thief is'.  Jenny's
cheeks flushed and she frowned as she thought of what she might be asked to
wear.  She'd seen some of the catwalk shows for Victor's Secret and it
looked to her like little more than an excuse to get as many nearly naked
girls as possible to parade in front of a crowd.  Suki on the other hand,
smiled.  She could see all sorts of possibilities for mischief making. 
'Scantily clad models equaled scantily clad Jenny' she thought.



   Chapter 2.

   Jenny and Suki report to the offices of the Victor's Secret Fashion
House and are taken to meet the owner and chief designer himself.  Victor
is a flamboyant character who dresses in extravagantly bright colours,
purples and pinks, and often gets himself into the newspapers.  A few
seconds of lisping conversation is all it takes for the girls to realise
that the 'enfant terrible' of design is also as bent as a corkscrew.  He
first introduces them to Philippe Lagrange, a young but already, tall, dark
and handsome French student.  'Philippe is here for a week from the Paris
College of Design'.  Victor looked at him longingly.  'He's doing a degree
in Art and this is part of his course work'.  'Bon jour' said Philippe as
he shakes Jenny's hand.  He stares into her eyes obviously attracted to
her. 'Ahem' coughed Suki after Philippe showed no sign of letting go.  'Oh.
Bon jour to you to Suki'.  Victor is not going to have much luck with this
one it seems.

   They discuss the thefts for a while but Victor can give them no further
clues.  Philippe stayed for the conversation as Victor said this would give
him a better idea of the seamier side of the fashion business.  Then he
took them to meet the rest of his team.  Suki was handed over to Carol who
was the Fashion Show co- coordinator.  She was responsible for the design
and operation of the catwalk shows.  Jenny meanwhile is taken to the
workroom to see Valerie, the seamstress.  The workroom is a hive of
activity as the team tries to turn Victors designs into garments that could
be worn by the models.

   'Strip off girl.  Lets see what we've got to work with' said Valerie. 
Jenny blushed as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse.  She stopped undressing
when she was down to her bra, panties and heels.  Valerie and Victor looked
her over with professional detachment unlike some of the other guys in the
room.  'Lot bigger in the chest and butt than we are used to but she'll
pass' said Valerie.  'We'll have to let some of the tops out but we'll be
able to fit her OK'.  The first catwalk show was due in a couple of days so
Jenny is given instruction in how to walk like a model and how to best show
off the outfits to the assembled press and invited audience.

   Come the day of the show the backstage area is a scene of controlled
chaos.  Jenny had been there for a couple of hours.  She had had her hair
washed and cut by a professional hair stylist and her face made up by a
professional make-up artist.  Her blonde looks had been enhanced by the
gold flecked eye shadow and sparkly lipstick and she was looking more
beautiful than ever as she went to join her two dressers.  Each model had
their own changing area and two helpers.  Their job was to dress the model
in the correct garments in the correct order and ensure they were ready
when it was their turn to go out on the catwalk.  Brenda was ready with the
first outfit.  Jenny's cheeks burned with embarrassment when she saw the
lacy wisp of material she held up.  Jackie, the other dresser, undid
Jenny's toweling robe belt and drew it from her shoulders and off leaving
her completely naked.  They helped her into the black teddy; stockings and
high heels then led her toward the catwalk entrance.  Jenny saw that Suki
was doing her job as a checker.  She would quickly look over each model as
they prepared to go on stage to ensure they were dressed properly, had the
right outfit on and weren't wearing odd shoes.  She smiled as she saw Jenny
approach.  'Wow' she thought.  The professional hair and make-up combined
with the teddy made her mouth water.  'Come on Jenny, just a quick check'.
Suki had her turn around in front of her so she could see the whole
revealing effect.  Just as Jenny was about to go through the curtain into
the lights her eyes shot open with surprise as Suki squeezed her butt. 
'Off you go Jen' she said and pushed her out onto the catwalk.

   Her entrance is met with a blinding explosion of flashbulbs from the
rows of cameramen who photographed each model and outfit as they emerged. A
ripple of interest sweeps through the crowd as they catch sight of Jenny.
They had become used to the usual stick thin flat chested models and they
are amazed when the buxom figure of Jenny bounced rhythmically along the
runway.  Jenny was blushing furiously.  She felt naked and exposed (because
she was nearly naked and exposed) as she strode along in front of the
applauding crowd as she'd been taught.  Luckily the bright spotlights meant
that the audience was in semi-darkness and the loud booming music meant she
almost felt in a world of her own.

   The catwalk was about twenty yards long and featured a wider round area
at the end.  From above it resembled a lollipop.  Jenny turned at the end
of the runway so the crowd who had been ogling her front could now gaze at
her retreating back view and her undulating buttocks.  The clapping only
got louder until she disappeared backstage.  Victor, who had been in the
wings, noted the reaction Jenny got from the crowd.  She seemed to excite
them more than any of the other girls.  Jenny returned to her area
backstage and Jackie immediately dragged the teddy from her body.  Jenny
gasped and quickly clasped her arms around herself trying to preserve some
modesty.  The models were used to the nudity but she still felt very
uncomfortable.  Throughout the rest of the show Jenny and the other models
were stripped and dressed in a variety of different outfits.  The other
girls modeled the more exotic and unusual outfits.  Jenny was grateful that
she was only given the more normal outfits to wear.  This still meant she
was sent out in tiny wisps of lace and silk sometimes no bigger than a
handkerchief.  Both Brenda and Jackie had been pleased when they were told
they would have Jenny to dress.  Jenny innocently thought their roaming
hands were the norm as they pushing her breasts into to small bra cups,
smoothed the lace or silk material over her bottom and pussy or drew shear
nylon stockings up her long silky legs.

   She never managed to get past Suki without a stroke, tweak, pat, pinch
or squeeze in one area of her body or another.  Jenny found some of the
underwear quite shocking.  The see-through teddy she modeled nearly caused
a riot.  Very few of the outfits seemed to provide any bottom coverage. 
'Thongs must be in this year' she thought.

   Towards the end of the show Suki buttonholed Victor and after a
whispered conversation he left smirking broadly.  He quickly went over to
one of the models and after a few words came over to Jenny.  'Jenny, I have
decided to grant you the honour of wearing the final piece in the
collection' he announced grandly.  'Jackie go over and collect it please'.
Suki had given him the idea and after hearing the applause every time Jenny
made an appearance he knew her phenomenal body would guarantee maximum
crowd excitement and press coverage.

   Once more Jenny is stripped naked but this time before being given
anything to wear both dressers sprayed her body with golden glitter from
aerosols cans.  Her thighs, breasts, shoulders and hair sparkled under the
backstage lights.  The final outfit Victor has designed is all in snow
white leather.  After Jackie makes sure the bum revealing thong panties are
snuggly in place Jenny is helped into thigh length high-heeled boots.  The
dressers then wrap her in a Basque that is laced up tighter and tighter. 
Her waist is cinched down to sixteen inches and Jenny is glad they stop as
breathing was becoming difficult.  The Basque has no integral bra so leaves
her magnificent breasts exposed.  Two gloves that reach to the middle of
her upper arms are pulled on.  The final item is a stiff white choker with
rings attached that is buckled around her throat.

   While Jenny is being dressed Victor has been supervising two other
models who are dressed identically to Jenny except their outfits are in
shiny jet-black.  Their much smaller breasts are just as exposed.  Jenny is
waiting expectantly for a bra, when she is grabbed by the black clad
models, Monique and Tasmyn, and dragged protesting towards the stage.  Suki
is waiting and as they reach her Jenny is spun round and quick as a flash
Suki handcuffs her wrists behind her back.  Then she is turned to face Suki
again who looks her over.  'Suki you bitch' says Jenny 'You're bloody
enjoying this'.  'Jenny you look fantastic' said Suki her eyes shining. 
'Just one final touch, hold her still girls'.  With Jenny held motionless
Suki reaches up and seizes her nipples and twists and tweaks them until
Jenny gasps and they turn red, excited and more importantly become hugely
erect.  Then Monique and Tasmyn snap leads onto the rings on her choker and
lead a reluctant Jenny out onto the catwalk.

   The cameras flash again as they emerge but slowly the noisy crowd falls
silent.  They are stunned by the sight of a handcuffed and bare breasted
Jenny being lead around by two models dressed as dominatrix.  Jenny's
submissive position is not lost on the crowd as she is parade her up and
down the catwalk.  Gradually the applause starts to build and before long
the crowd are cheering.  On reaching the round area at the end of the
runway Tasmyn spins Jenny so her back faces the audience.  Her left hand
takes hold of the short chain between Jenny's handcuffs and her right grabs
a handful of her hair.  Then she pulls up on the cuffs and pushes down on
Jenny's head forcing her to bend forward.  Monique teases the crowd by
gripping and squeezing Jenny's buttocks in both her hands.  Then Jenny's
exposed bottom ripples as Monique lightly spanks her.  The crowd goes wild
and the cheering soon turns to screaming.  The spotlights pick out Jenny
and the glitter on the exposed parts of her flesh sparkles, adding to the
reflection from the pure white leather she is wearing.  Three times Jenny
is paraded up and down the runway and three times she is spanked.  The
girls make sure everyone in the audience has been given a full view of
Jenny's exposed charms until the noise can't get any louder.  Even though
the spanking had been quite light it had still turned her bottom a shade of
pink.  'Just as well the panties don't have ties at the sides' she thought
'or I don't think I'd still be wearing them by now'.  It is then that
Victor emerges to take his bows.  The girls move Jenny alongside him and,
as he bows to the audience, she is again forced to bend forward so her tits
hang down and swing around for the further entertainment of the crowd.

   (Right time for some more plot.  Not that you lot gives a toss of
coarse). After the show is over Suki reluctantly releases Jenny from the
cuffs and she stalks off still miffed at being exposed before the cheering
crowd.  As she was one of the last on stage most of the other girls have
already started the end of show party in another room.  In the relative
quiet of the changing area Jenny is the only one who spots Mi Li Chang, one
of the other models, seemingly sneaking into Victors office.  The party
atmosphere is the perfect cover to search for any new designs that have not
yet reached the finished stage.  Jenny still in her white leather follows.
She quietly peeks round the door and seeing Mi Li searching through
Victor's desk draws steps in and challenges her.  Quick as a flash Mi Li
draws a small mean looking stiletto and charges at Jenny.  Mi Li may have
been a model but she was brought up on the back streets of Hong Honk.  She
had early on become involved with the Triads and she had helped them to
include clothing alongside car parts, CD's and DVD's in their repertoire of
counterfeit goods.

   She had no intension of being taken without a fight.  Jenny had been
training hard with Suki but she was ill prepared for the unexpected attack.
She backed away as Mi Li advanced.  Suddenly Jenny tripped and fell back.
Mi Li dived on her and as the knife descended Jenny threw up a hand to
grasp her wrist.  The knife stopped short but the Chinese girl had the
superior position and was able to use her body weight to force the blade
lower.  Jenny watched as the glinting point descended.  Her arm began to
tremble with the effort as her strength was gradually used up.  The blade
was nearly touching her chest when there was a loud 'BOING'.  Mi Li
shuddered and relaxed.  Her eyes closed, her head fell forward and she
slowly rolled off Jenny to land on her back unconscious.

   Jenny sobbed and her body trembled, now with released tension, as she
realises how close she had come to being stabbed.  A pair of arms gathers
her up and holds her until the trembling stops.  She looks up into the
dark, smoldering, eyes of young Philippe Lagrange before looking down at
the incongruous sight of an unconscious Mi Li and the large frying pan
lying next to her that Philippe has obviously used to knock her out.  She
looks up into the young handsome face and kisses him on the cheek.  'Thank
you for saving my life Philippe'.  Just then Suki bursts in and quickly
takes charge of Mi Li using the same handcuffs on her she'd just removed
from Jenny who then explains to her what had transpired.

   By now Monique and Tasmyn have reached the office door and heard what
had happened.  Well if someone had just saved my life I think I'd give them
a bigger reward than that' she whispers to Tasmyn.  'I think it's about
time we initiated the new girl and I think we can kill two birds with one
stone'.  Philippe is reluctantly persuaded to release the topless leather
clad Jenny and sadly returns to the party while Jenny goes to finish
changing.  Monique and Tasmyn meanwhile quickly gather together some of the
other girls.  They are soon jabbering excitedly and smiling as she explains
what they can do.  'We'll have to draw lots' says Tasmyn. (Right enough of
this plot crap.  Back to the smut).



   Chapter 3.

   Monique came over to were Jenny was removing the white leather outfit
prior to putting on her own clothes.  'Jenny, what about the glitter,
you're covered with it.  You can't go out like that' she says.  'Oh I
didn't realise' says Jenny quietly still very subdued by her ordeal.  'Look
let me help' says Monique.  Suki has gone with Mi Li to the local police
station so Jenny is grateful for someone making the decisions for her and
taking charge.  She is emotionally drained and somewhat dazed.  Monique
helps Jenny to remove the leather outfit before putting an arm round her
shoulders and firmly, brooking no argument, leading her into a large
communal shower.  She then removes her own clothes and together the two
naked women stand under the warm shower.  Jenny closes her eyes as the warm
water cascades over her head and body.  Monique takes a bottle of shampoo
and squirts a big dollop into her hands then reaches up and begins to wash
the glitter from Jenny's hair.  Jenny stands in the warm atmosphere as the
French girl gently massages her scalp and then down to the bunched, tense,
muscles of her neck and shoulders.  The pleasant sensations soon have a
soporific effect and she sinks even deeper into a dazed reverie.

   A second naked model enters the shower and greets the two girls.  'Can I
help?' says Natalia the tall aristocratic looking Russian girl.  She takes
the shampoo and begins washing Jenny's left arm.  Jenny murmurs but soon
quiets.  Another girl enters.  This time it's Deborah, a blonde American.
She takes Jenny's right arm.  Jenny wonders what is going on but it feels
so good she hasn't got the willpower to object.  Another two, Zoe and
Nadia, join them, take a leg each, and are soon slowly stroking up and down
Jenny's long slender legs.  Jenny now hardly reacts to the new hands
touching her.  Their soap covered hands go from her feet all the way up to
within an inch of her pussy, gently massaging Jenny's calves and thighs. 
By now she is totally lost to the stroking sensations as all the girls
gently caress her soapy body.

   The final three girls enter.  Katya, Lori and Suzy.  Katya kneels behind
Jenny and begins washing her long slender back.  Each stroke down reaches
lower and lower until she is massaging from Jenny's shoulders down to her
buttocks.  She strokes round and round softly molding her derriere.  Lori
and Suzy meanwhile stand at the front staring at Jenny's enormous breasts
as they rise and fall with her increasingly heavy breathing.  Earlier the
girls had written each of Jenny's body parts on small pieces of paper. 
They'd then drawn lots to see who got to wash and caress each area of her
body.  There were groans from those who drew an arm but a whoop erupted
from Lori when she drew out Jenny's right breast.

   Two squirts of shampoo and Lori and Suzy gently began washing the two
enormous mammaries.  One each.  Round and round they stroke.  Wax on.  Wax
off.  Wax on.  Wax off.  The pretense of washing doesn't last long as the
pressure of both girls' hands grows.  Jenny's tits are soon being gripped
in each of her hands and pressed up and together.  Jenny groaned as her
breasts were massaged intensely.  Her flesh squeezed and molded.  Lori's
fingers gripped hard until flesh oozed between her fingers.  Then she uses
the fingers on one hand to stroke the nipple on Jenny's right breast making
it harden and peak.  Suzy follows suit pulling even harder.  Jenny started
to react to the stimulation and began moving her arms to grasp the hands
massaging her tits but Natalia and Deborah stopped her by holding on to her
wrists.  The four girls were no longer keeping up the pretense that they
were washing Jenny's limbs.  Their job was to hold her still if she tried
to move or get away and allow the other girls to arouse and stimulate her.

   After a couple of minutes of caressing Monique moves her hands round
Jenny's body and places them on her stomach.  She ever so slowly caresses
her wonderfully flat abdomen gradually working lower and lower.  Jenny
gasps as Monique's hand strokes down and over her bald pussy.  The hands
massaging her butt are pushing her hips forward so her pussy is begging to
be cupped.  She slowly circles her hand around stroking softly to start
with but getting harder.  Jenny jerks as a finger plunges into her juicy
depths.  The finger delves as deeply as it can, swirling around, inside the
already wet and aroused pussy tunnel before pulling back.  The pumping
quickens in tune with Jenny's breathing.  In and out.  A second finger
joins it and Jenny begins to climb toward an inevitable climax.  The only
sound is Jenny's gasping as the digits pump in and out of her pussy.  Her
breasts are still being massaged roughly.  Pushed up, round and together
before the fingers return to squeezing and twisting her now rock hard and
erect nipples.

   By now Jenny has eight pairs of hands stroking or holding her body. 
Suddenly all stimulation stops.  Jenny gasps even louder as she is left on
the verge of orgasm.  This was the signal for Zoe and Nadia to let go of
Jenny's legs, put on a robe each and quickly leave the shower.

   Monique moved close to her ear and whispered 'do you want us to carry
on?' 'Oh God yes' gasped Jenny.  'Well you have to do something for us. 
Would you do that?' 'Yes, yes' she said panting.  'Philippe saved your life
didn't he?' 'Hmmm'.  'Well we think he deserves a reward, don't you?'
'Hmmm' repeated Jenny.  'You'd like to reward him, wouldn't you?' 'Hmmm'.
'OK.  Kneel down'.  Jenny was slowly lowered down until she knelt on a
towel placed at her feet.  Her knees were forced as far apart as she could
manage.  Meanwhile the two girls who had left returned with Philippe in
tow. He is blindfolded and wears only his Calvin Klein boxers.  He's been
told that the girls have a birthday present for him.  It is four months
until his birthday but as soon as they'd started to take off his shirt his
objection had very quickly died in his throat.  He is ushered forward
until, unknowingly, he stands in front of a kneeling and naked Jenny.  The
girls lower his shorts and Nadia's soft fingers encircled his penis and
begin stroking him to a very respectable erection.  Some of the girls note
his impressive endowment and coupled with his dark Latin good looks
determine to check him out at a later date.

   Monique knelt behind Jenny and waited.  The other girls resumed
caressing her keeping her aroused and panting, gasping for release.  When
Philippe is ready Monique places one finger under Jenny's nose and holds
her chin between a finger and thumb of the other.  'Keep your eyes closed
and open wide' she orders as she gently prizes Jenny's mouth open.  Zoe
pushes Philippe forward a step and Nadia, her hand grasping his member,
guides him unerringly between Jenny's soft pink lips.  'Mmmm' objects Jenny
but Monique's hand, now on the back of her head, prevents her from
rejecting him.  Monique whispers again 'He comes, then we'll finish you
off, understand?' 'Hmmm' said Jenny nodding which gives Philippe a jolt of
pleasure as his dick receives the benefit of her bobbing movement.

   Monique starts Jenny off by pushing on the back of her head, forcing her
forward, and making Philippe's penis slid over her tongue and plunge deeply
into her sucking mouth.  The dick remains buried deep or a couple of
seconds before Monique slowly pulls back dragging Jenny's lips almost to
the tip.  Another slow push and the cock disappears again only to reappear
seconds later.  Jenny soon gets into the rhythm.  She works her tongue and
lips, stimulating Philippe as well as she knows how.  Monique keeps pushing
and pulling until she is sure Jenny will keep on servicing Philippe's organ
she signals and Jenny's arms are released.  Immediately she grasps
Philippe's dick with one hand, cradles his testicules in the other, and
really starts to work on him even more energetically, giving him the
benefit of every technique she has learned in her short cock-sucking life.
Monique meanwhile moves her right hand from Jenny's head, reaches down, and
begins stroking Jenny's, now wide spread, pussy lips again.  Her fingers
plunge in and out before she grasps Jenny's clit and gently twirls it
between her soapy fingers.

   Philippe is desperately trying to control himself.  The blindfold means
he has no idea who is sucking him and frankly he doesn't care.  The
educated mouth is driving him wild.  He instinctively begins thrusting his
hips forward driving himself deeper and deeper into the warm wetness.  At a
signal from Monique, Zoe whips his blindfold off.  Any semblance of control
he had instantly disappears when, blinking, he looks down and discovered he
is buried to the hilt in the mouth of Jenny Richards.  With a groan he
peaks and thrusts even farther forward.

   Through Jenny's erotic haze she feels him seize and the head of his
member grow within her mouth as he starts climaxing.  Monique's left hand
moves to Jenny's butt and she rubs around her anus with a soapy finger
before thrusting as far into Jenny's butt as she can.  Her right hand is
now flying over Jenny's clit.  The soap joins with Jenny's own lubrication
making the fingers even more slippery.  The combination of the stimulation
of her pussy and tits, the finger thrusting in and out of her butt and
Philippe erupting in her mouth forces her over the top and she surrenders
her body to a mind shattering climax.

   Jenny kneels exhausted in the shower.  After a few seconds Monique
whispers into her ear 'Welcome to the Sisterhood of Underwear Models,
dear'.

   The End



  
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   Dos Vedanya Jenny By Brummie and Badman

   Hi Folks.  I sent this little tale round on e-mail asking for help to
complete Chapter 4.  Badman replied and with a few adjustments I've
included his scene here.  Thanks Badman.

   Chapter 1.

   It was a glorious sunny day as the blonde strolled toward the front
entrance of MI5 headquarters at Thames House, Millbank in London.  She was
outwardly calm but this belied the tension she felt inside.  She looked
around covertly before mounting the steps and entering through the huge
elaborate wooden doors.  The old world charm of the exterior entrance
quickly gave way to a more hi-tech interior of glass and stainless steel.
She headed straight past the reception desk and down a non-descript
corridor to a second innocuous looking doorway.  The entrance led to a
small room that contained a single desk, behind which sat a heavily bearded
security guard.  She nodded to him before walking towards a second doorway.
On the other side she could see a second guard, strangely, also heavily
bearded.

   The second guard watched her as she stepped through the metal ringed
portal.  An insistent buzzing erupted as she passed through the metal
detector.  Both guards immediately perked up and took a closer interest. 
The second held out a hand and said 'Pass please'.  She handed over her
security card.  He studied it before looking up to compare the face with
the identity photograph.  'Agent Richards?' 'Yes' the blonde replied. 
'Please remove any metal items and step through again' said guard number
two in a deep gruff voice.  The buzzing erupted a second time.  'Step this
way Agent Richards'.  No 'Please' this time.

   A door led into another small room this time with a table and chair and
some electronic looking equipment.  There were two six inch yellow circles
on the floor about two feet apart and three feet from the wall.  Two
identical yellow dots were painted on the wall, about six feet from the
ground and again two feet apart.  'Feet and hands on the dots, Agent
Richards' ordered the guard.  She complied straight away.  It didn't pay to
mess with these people.  They could shoot you with near impunity if they
had a reasonable cause for suspicion, and refusing to follow orders came
well within that definition.

   The hot sunny day meant she was wearing a light blue floaty summer dress
made from gauze like material.  No stockings and the lightest of underwear.
A pair of dark blue high heels, that elongated her legs and tightened her
calves, completed the ensemble.  With her feet in the floor dots she leant
forward and 'assumed the position'.  The yellow circles were placed so that
she was in a slightly awkward position with her weight on her palms on the
wall dots.

   After a few seconds a pair of large hands, starting at her wrists, began
to pat her down.  Slowly they proceeded down her left arm, over her
shoulders and out along the other arm.  A pause then beginning at her
shoulders both hands worked methodically down her back stopping just short
of her butt.  The hands moved forward around her waist and then started
upward.  It was only a short journey until they encountered the prominent
bulge of a pair of enormous breasts.  'Don't move' the guard commanded as
the hands kept going up and over her tits.  The patting of her chest took
longer than all the other body parts combined before he stepped back. 
Realising he'd stopped she made to push herself off the wall when a hand in
the middle of her back stopped her.  'I didn't say you could move Agent. 
Remain still or else'.

   As he stepped back she stayed looking forward at the plain gray wall so
she didn't see the second guard move forward to take his place.  Starting
at her left ankle the second guard slowly drew both hands up the long naked
leg.  Ever so slowly, massaging the calf, then the knee.  Higher up he
moved under the dress to her slender but muscularly athletic thigh. 
Minutes later he withdrew his hands and lowered them to her right ankle. 
Even slower he proceeded up her right leg.  He felt her shiver as again he
passed her hem and stroked up to her right thigh.  Minutes of careful
checking followed.  He turned to look at his partner who nodded.  He felt
tense as he raised his hands higher over her right butt cheek.  When she
failed to object, save for a soft intake of breath, he let out the breath
he'd been holding and carried on 'checking' her panty clad buttocks.  She'd
worn a fairly sensible pair of white cotton that day and not the thongs she
sometimes wore, but they offered scant protection against this sort of
close quarter assault.

   A minutes fumbling and he moved his left hand round her thigh and began
checking the front.  As his right hand explored down between her butt
cheeks his left stroked over her pussy mound until they met in the middle.
Her breathing became slightly heavier as he stroked and squeezed.  The
first guard tapped him on the shoulder and wagged his finger.  Too much, to
soon, and even someone as dumb as this blonde would smell a rat.  'Remain
as you are Agent Richards' ordered Guard one.  'We will run the electronic
check again and if there's nothing indicated then you can go'.  They both
smiled as they took two twelve-inch long shiny metal objects and began to
run them up and down her arms.  No sound came.  Her shoulders and back no
sound.  Her legs, still nothing.

   Guard one put his hand into his pocket and as they ran their rods over
her chest he pressed the buzzer he had secreted there.  It had been he that
had pushed the concealed button under his desk to activate the metal
detector buzzer at the opportune moment.  Roger and James the 'armourers'
had been cooking up this plan for ages.  They had been interrupted in their
exploration of the body of Jenny Richards once before and they'd been
plotting ever since to finish what they'd started.  She'd shown she was
equally gullible and susceptible to authority so a little bribery of the
Security Guards, a disguise so she wouldn't recognise them, and they'd been
in place as the blonde bimbo had approached the security check point.  A
few seconds work with the buzzer and as soon as they'd disappeared into the
office the real guards had resumed their rightful place.  This time there
would be less chance of an interruption to save her from their tender
mercies.

   'Well Agent Richards it looks like you're concealing something from us'.
'I don't know what it could be, surely you must be mistaken' she said.  'We
don't make mistakes Agent Richards.  Now remove your dress' he ordered
severely.  'What?  You can't do that' she cried.  'Remove it or we'll do it
for you' said Roger beginning to really enjoy the blonde's discomfort. 
'But I'll be nearly naked' she sobbed.  'That's the point Agent Richards.
More difficult to conceal weapons that way, now get your dress off'.  'Oh
all right, but I strongly object to this treatment'.  'Yer, yer, get 'em
off blondie' said James dropping out of character for a second.  Roger shot
him a warning look.  The blue dress practically floated to the ground
leaving her in just her heels, panties and lacy white bra.

   'Assume the position Agent Richards' ordered James who immediately
stepped in behind her spread body.  His hands cupped her massive bra clad
breasts or a few seconds before beginning to squeeze them.  A minute later
he stepped away before she could feel the beginnings of his bulging
erection pressing into her butt.  'Can't feel anything obvious' he said
before running his rod over her chest again.  Not surprisingly the buzzing
sounded again.  'Remove your bra Agent' said James.  Huffing indignantly
she unclasped the bra and drew it off handing it to him.  This time he ran
his rod over the bra and no buzz came.  He moved it to her now naked chest
and 'Buzzzzzz'.  'Hello.  This is strange, have to check this out' he said
as he took Rogers place.  This time the hands contacted only naked flesh.
He cupped, molded and squeezed her breasts as long as he thought safe.  By
now both her cheeks and breasts were warm and flushed.  Her nipples had
become erect with all the man handling.  He took the chance and tweaked her
areolas and pulled her nipples a couple of times.  Her breathing quickened
and her head dropped until her long blonde hair covered his nefariously
fondling hands

   'OK nothing hidden here' he said.  'Just hips to check then'.  Both men
applied their rods to her panty-clad loins and the buzzer practically went
mad.  'Oh no' she gasped as roger began checking her groin for hidden
Atomic missiles, Tommy guns and the like.  The massaging ended with another
quick check with the rod and another loud buzzing.  'Remove the panties
Agent Richards'.  'What.  You can't be serious, this is ridiculous'.  'OBEY
THE ORDER, Agent Richards' shouted James.  To their surprise this seemed to
have an almost magical effect.  She immediately followed the instruction
and bent to remove her panties, fully revealing her perfect plump peach
like hemispheres and the shaved pussy lips that peaked out between them. 
Having stripped herself naked she quickly returned to leaning against the
wall.  Both men were amazed by her unquestioning compliance.  They stared
enraptured.  They had dreamed of this moment but neither thought they'd
ever lay eyes on such naked feminine beauty.

   They double-teamed her this time.  Both moved forward and grabbed a butt
cheek each.  They squeezed and stroked her in unison.  She remained silent,
even when James bit the bullet and moved his other hand over her hip and
stroked over her naked shaven pussy.  They caressed and fondled her at
will. She made no objection.  She seemed resigned to her fate.  Roger moved
his second hand up to her breasts and began massaging them in turn. 
Squeezing her breast then pinching and pulling her nipple before swapping
to its twin.  James rubbed a finger round her clit before plunging it
inside her warm moist depths.  Within minutes her breathing was rasping and
her body writhing.  James added a second and a third finger.  Roger
inserted one slowly into her ass.  They increased the rhythm, pumping
faster and faster.  Her hips pushed back against their fingers almost
forcing them in deeper as she built toward climax.  The pleasure grew. 
Faster, deeper, the fingers plunged until her body stiffened with the
exquisite pleasure and she groaned long and loud in orgasm.  She gradually
relaxed but the ordeal wasn't over.  The shiny rods were actually top of
the range industrial strength vibrators.  She screamed out in ecstasy, as
they were inserted front and back.  Her body exploded in gut wrenching pain
and pleasure as both buzzed into life inside her.  A few seconds of
thrusting in and out was all it took to force her over the edge again into
a second muscle locking, shuddering, climax.

   She leant against the wall spent and gasping, a thin sheen of sweat
covering her body, her head hanging down.  Her body shivered with an
aftershock as the devices were dragged out of her.  Roger and James took
her arms, led her to the table and laid her down on her back.  Roger began
undoing his zipper when there came an insistent knocking at the door.  It
was the signal they'd agreed.  Someone was coming.  They looked sadly at
the naked spent blonde.  'Another time maybe' said James 'them we'll get to
finish you off properly'.  They left the office and stole away, but not
before ejecting the video tape that had recorded the whole episode.



   Chapter 2.

   At precisely that moment Agent Jenny Richards was seated on the sofa in
her house.

   She'd lain in bed that morning softly caressing her pussy through the
lacy panties she wore for sleeping.  John had been away on a mission for
the last three weeks and she was feeling decidedly frustrated.  She'd
looked longingly at the whirring, vibrating washing machine on more than
one occasion.  The occasional fondling assaults by Suki only served to make
matters worse.  The front door bell rang, and then rang again even longer,
more insistently.  Who ever it was wasn't going to go away.  Jenny rose
and, checking there wasn't an obvious wet patch showing, threw on a short
lacy top to cover her enormous braless breasts and went downstairs.  She
opened the door a crack and peered round it at an elderly gray haired
woman. 'Jenny Richards?' she enquired.  'Yes' Jenny answered but before she
could utter another word a huge black woman, who had been standing to the
side out of sight, burst through the door and seized Jenny by the
shoulders. The woman was huge, well muscled and at least four inches taller
and five stone heavier then Jenny.  She dragged her away from the door into
the living room and throwing her onto the floor efficiently bound her arms
behind her and her legs together with white nylon rope before heaving her
onto the sofa.

   While this was going on the old woman and a companion followed them into
the house.  Closing the door, they entered the living room where the second
woman, her head covered by a scarf, closed the curtains so no one could see
in.  Then they all gazed down at the roped blonde.  'What the bloody hell's
going on' shouted Jenny struggling with her bonds.  'Keep the noise down
Agent Richards or I'll have Rosa gag you.  Do you understand?' 'Yes' said
Jenny surprised she'd been called 'Agent'.  'Explain yourself' she said
slowly, watching them, more cautious now.  'I am Colonel Olga Vlad of the
KGB' the gray haired woman began, explaining the plot, 'and this is stage
two of my master plan to infiltrate MI5.  This magnificent specimen is
Rosa' she said pointing to the huge scowling black woman.  'And how do you
expect to get her into MI5' said Jenny.  'I don't.  But I do expect to get
Agent Rostov inside' she said turning to the third woman who reached up and
removed her scarf and coat.  Jenny stared up at her.  She thought she was
looking into a mirror.  The woman was her exact double.  Same face, same
height, same blonde hair, same body even down to the enormous breasts. 
'Good day, Agent Richards' she said.  The voice a perfect match in pitch,
intonation and accent.  'Go upstairs and select your clothes for today'
ordered Vlad.  'Yes Colonel' replied Rostov.

   She found Jenny's bedroom and started searching through the wardrobe
picking out a pretty light blue summer dress in gauze like material and
some dark blue high-heeled shoes.  Just right for the warm summer day and
just what Jenny would wear according to her KGB file.  She crossed to a
chest of draws and soon found the underwear.  She was rummaging through the
tiny thongs and lacy bras when she came across some unexpected items.  A
large red vibrator, which buzzed into life when she flicked the switch, was
followed by some cloth cuffs, all with clips and rings for binding them
together.  Next came a snow white leather choker again with rings attached,
then a whippy black riding crop.  'My god this woman's a sexual deviant. 
That certainly wasn't in the file' she said to herself as she drew out the
final items.  A shiny pair of handcuffs and a short chain with tiny, sharp
toothed, alligator clips on each end.  She blushed.  Her upbringing in
Russia had never prepared her for these disgusting, decadent, western
perversions.  Even her training in seduction by the KGB hadn't gone as far
as this deviancy.

   Returning the items to the draw, she selected a sensible pair of white
cotton panties and a light lacy bra.  She was pleased to confirm that her
measurements were the same as Jenny's when all the clothing she had
selected fitted her perfectly.  Once dressed, she returned to the living
room.  Colonel Vlad was revealing the rest of her ingenious plan.  'Rosa,
you keep Agent Richards here while I deliver Rostov to London.  You will
return this evening, Agent Rostov, and we will review the day's work.  You
know your mission.  Infiltrate MI5.  Learn as much as you can and don't
give away your identity.  You must stay in character and not give anyone
cause to think you are not the real Agent'.  Jenny gasped as the old lady
gave her last order.  'If you have the opportunity, or as a last resort,
kill Holt.  He's been a thorn in our side for far to long.  'Rosa.  I'll be
gone for about twenty minutes.  You are not to 'play' with our hostage, do
you understand' she said slowly and insistently looking hard into Rosa's
defiant eyes.  Rosa held her gaze for a few seconds before giving way.  She
pouted, and reluctantly nodded.  With that Vlad left the room.  Rostov
stared down at Jenny for a few seconds before Vlad shouted from the hall
'OBEY THE ORDER'.  Rostov jerked and ran to join her.

   Many months before, Colonel Vlad had dusted off an old staple plot of
many a spy thriller and proposed trying to infiltrate a doppelganger into
MI5.  The inspiration had come when she had spotted the new secretary to a
fellow General.  She bore a striking resemblance to the picture of an MI5
agent whose file she had been studying recently.  The agent had come to the
KGB's attention when she had helped to break-up the organisation of Madam
Von Klein who they sometimes used.  The General had been exceedingly
reluctant to give up his new secretary.  He'd picked her out of the typing
pool, not because of her secretarial skills but because she was
fantastically beautiful.  When he'd promoted her to the position of his
personal assistant she'd soon realised which side her bread was buttered on
and had become his mistress as well as his assistant.  Quite a normal
method of advancement for pretty girls in the Kremlin.

   Svetlana Rostov was a reasonable copy of the MI5 agent but the
differences were taken care of by a months stay in a KGB run clinic.  The
plastic surgeons worked to make her a perfect copy aided not only by the
pictures taken covertly by their operatives but by a set of pictures
obtained from a run down sleazy London photographic studio.  These shots
gave them access to every square centimeter of their subject's body, even
the most intimate parts.  The breasts had been a challenge but they'd
laboured for weeks until she sported the same mammoth mammaries as the
target.

   The language and voice training had been the most difficult but constant
and intensive training had eventually given her the required English
accent. Svetlana had no instincts for the spying business.  She wouldn't
naturally do those things sometimes required of an Agent so her KGB
trainers used physiological techniques to drill the instinct to obey into
her.  If she heard the words 'Obey the order' she was psychologically
compelled to follow any instruction given to her.

   The time came when Svetlana was ready and she stood in the office of
Colonel Vlad.  The Colonel held up a photo beside her face and switched her
gaze between the two comparing.  After a minute she seemed satisfied.  She
selected a second picture and studied it intently.  'Strip' she ordered. 
Svetlana stood still shocked.  'OBEY THE ORDER' shouted Vlad testing the
physiological conditioning and smiled happily as the girl immediately
removed her dress and without a second's hesitation also stripped off her
underwear.  Vlad slowly circled the naked girl, who was standing to
attention, studying her figure, occasionally reaching out to stroke her
finger tips over a piece of tender flesh.  Eventually she stopped in front
of her.  Her gaze dropped to the twin mammaries with their perfect pink
areolas and proud nipples.  Her left hand reached up and cupped one
enormous breast.  Svetlana stood perfectly still, the only indication that
she was being touched intimately was a slight narrowing of her eyes.  A
Thumb and finger tweaked a nipple.  Still no reaction.  The pressure
increased until a small tear appeared at the corner of her eye but still
she remained motionless.  Vlad relented and released the abused nipple but
continued stroking it, teasing it.  'I'm sorry dear' she said stepping in
closer, encircling the girl's shoulders and pulling her forward.  Their
lips met and Vlad kissed her softly at first then harder and harder until
Svetlana snatched her head back gasping.  Vlad angrily grabbed a fist full
of hair and looked daggers at the recalcitrant girl.  She slowly forced her
head forward again until their lips met and the kiss resumed.  Svetlana
realised her position and submitted to the inevitable.  Their lovemaking
lasted many hours.  Every orifice was repeatedly touched, caressed and
probed with tongue and fingers.  She eventually staggered from the room
breathless and sore from their exertions, the Colonel, she left fast asleep
on the cot in the corner of the office, an obscene dildo still strapped
around her boney hips



   Chapter 3.

   Colonel Vlad climbed into her car while Rostov opened the passenger door
and bent to place her bag inside.  She yelped as the back of her dress was
suddenly hiked up and two boney hands seized her buttocks.  She was trapped
half in and half out of the car door as the fingers massaged her plump
fleshy cheeks through the white cotton panties.  Vlad looked up at the
shocked expression on the girls face and realised something was wrong. 
Quick as a flash she raced round the car to discover old Mr.  Jamison, the
next-door neighbour, molesting her agents butt.  A swift kick to the shins
sent him packing.  'Pull yourself together Rostov.  Now lets go'.  A
flushed Agent Rostov climbed in to the car and they set off for MI5
headquarters.

   Rosa stood at the window peering through a crack in the curtains.  She
watched the Colonel and Agent Rostov reverse out of the driveway and turn
toward London before drawing the curtains back together and turning towards
Jenny.  She stared at the bound form on the sofa.  Slowly she crossed the
room and sat at the opposite end of the sofa to Jenny.  Minutes passed as
she continued to gaze up and down the succulent naked flesh.  The long
slender thighs marred only by the white rope that was wound above her knees
and round her ankles.  The superbly flat stomach again with the rope tied
round it securing Jenny's arms to her body and finally the huge jutting
breasts, rope above, below and crossing between them, seeming to squeeze
them out even farther than nature intended.

   Rosa feared the Colonel who could have someone killed with a word and
wouldn't normally disobey her but with every passing minute with her gone
the urges she felt grew stronger.  She rarely got the chance to 'play'
these days and never with a beauty like the one now seated six feet away.
The twin feelings within her warred against each other.  The imperative to
obey against the desire to 'play'.  As the Colonels influence waned with
each passing minute the desires gained ground.

   Jenny anxiously watched the huge black woman out of the corner of her
eye, not wanting to make eye contact.  Vlad's last command to Rosa made her
quiver.  'Don't 'play' with the hostage.  What could that mean.  Whatever
it was she probably didn't want to find out.  Jenny froze as Rosa shuffled
six inches along the sofa.  She tried to move away but she quickly came up
against the armrest at her end.  Rosa shuffled another six inches.  The
urges were winning.  She couldn't control herself.  Another six inches then
another until her left side was pressed up against Jenny's right side
trapping her in the corner of the sofa.  Jenny remained silent and frozen
as a huge black hand reached up and began stroking her long blonde hair. 
Rosa stroked gently before rubbing the strands between the fingers of her
left hand.  Rosa was smiling dreamily and murmuring to herself as she
caressed the soft hair for a minute before taking a hand full and holding
Jenny's head still.

   With her head held and her tied arms trapped behind her back there was
nothing she could to stop Rosa.  Her massive right paw dropped to Jenny's
naked thigh and stroked lightly up and down before gripping and squeezing
the flesh.  Jenny shivered as the hand explored further.  Over to the other
thigh and after a minute up her abdomen.  The left hand suddenly snatched
her head back so she was looking straight up.  She felt Rosa gently draw
aside her short lacy top exposing her huge spherical tits to her hot gaze.
Rosa paused at such a beautiful sight.  Jenny's magnificent chest was the
best she'd ever seen.  Two perfect white spheres topped by large pink
areolas and prominent nipples.  Light as a feather she stroked round and
round Jenny's right tit before switching to its twin.  Gradually the
caressing grew and the pressure increased until Rosa was vigorously
massaging Jenny's breasts making her moan with fright and some pleasure. 
She hadn't had sex for three weeks since she and John had made love the
night before he'd gone away on his mission and then once again the
following morning when he'd unexpectedly thrown her over the kitchen table
and taken her roughly from behind.  Spoilt the bacon and eggs but she
hadn't minded.

   Suddenly Rosa ducked her head and sucked as much of Jenny's right breast
into her mouth as she could.  She worked her thick lips for all she was
worth, sucking urgently on the peak and lashing her tongue over the now,
red and erect nipple.  Jenny writhed on the sofa but remained trapped as
the pleasure erupted from her tit.  Rosa sucked and sucked before using her
teeth to nip at the proud and pointed nipple.  Jenny moaned as the pleasure
increased even more.  She gripped Jenny's other breast in her right hand
twisting the erect nipple between her thick rough thumb and fingers.  Jenny
had never cum simply by having her tits played with but the three weeks of
abstinence coupled with Rosa's furious assault was driving her higher and
higher.  Rosa sucked harder and raised her head extending the tit out until
the pressure popped it out of her mouth.  Jenny groaned out loud as Rosa
switched her sucking mouth to the other breast.  She was giving it the same
intense mauling treatment when the noise of a car pulling up on the drive
stopped her.  Her fear of the colonel took over and she released Jenny's
hair and drew her lacy top back together covering the evidence of her
assault and Jenny's arousal.

   Colonel Vlad let herself in and after a quick look in the living room to
check on Jenny and Rosa, who was now sitting innocently across the room in
an armchair, nodded and went into the kitchen to make herself a coffee. 
She didn't notice the dazed look on Jenny's face.  She'd been aroused again
and was in a real state.  Her pussy screamed out for release.  The danger
of the situation only seemed to exacerbate her feelings.  But with both
Rosa and Vlad there she couldn't do anything.  She would just have to wait
for an opportunity to escape.  There was no telling what her double was up
to.  She could be causing all sorts of mayhem and even trying to kill
Commander Holt, her boss in 'Special Operations'.



   Chapter 4.

   Agent Rostov removed her dress for the second time that day as Professor
Q watched her appreciatively.  He'd met her in the corridor and reminded
her of her promise to help him with his latest invention, the homing
panties.  He'd made some improvements and had added a matching bra.  The
KGB agent decided swiftly that the Professor could provide valuable
information for her masters so agreed to go with him.  He helped her remove
her bra and panties and she stood naked in the cool air of his basement
workshop.  From behind her he drew the bra up her arms.  He seemingly
innocently cupped her left breast in his boney hand helping to fit the bra
cup in place.  But not before he'd given it a couple of friendly squeezes.
After ensuring it fitted perfectly he switched hands and treated himself to
a handful of her other mammary.  When she didn't object he took the chance
and tweaked her nipple.  She squealed in pretend girlish surprise at his
forwardness.  'Oh Professor, you naughty boy' she sighed giggling.  'Hello'
he thought.  'She seems different somehow.  Not so shy or timid'.  But
still as naive he hoped.  He knelt down behind her and with his cheek
resting against one of hers threaded her feet into the specially prepared
'homing' panties.  Stroking his hands up the outside of her legs pulling
the panties up until they were snug between her thighs.  He made sure by
numerous adjustment of the material making sure to stroke over her buttocks
then her pussy.  She simply giggled and gently scolded him as he touched
her.  He became bolder until finally he went for broke and slipped a finger
inside her pussy.  He fully expected a sock on the jaw but the Russian girl
gripped his wrist and pulled his finger even deeper.  Shocked he remained
still until she began moving his wrist, masturbating herself on his finger.
He felt her juices begin to flow before she pulled him out, turned and
knelt before him.  Drawing his zipper down she scooped out his already rock
hard cock.  After couple of pumps she looked up into his astounded eyes and
opened her mouth wide.  He nearly had a coronary as his wrinkled old member
was engulfed in the warm wet depths.  She slowly sucked him in and swirled
her tongue around the head.  Then began bobbing her head back and forth. 
Professor Q's wife had died some years before and this was the first time
he'd indulged in any sexual activity since then.  He moaned and groaned as
the pressure in his aged loins quickly grew.  Just as he thought this is it
the girl rose and lay back across his desk the invitation obvious. 
Professor Q moved between her splayed legs and sank his member deep into
her wet and well prepared pussy.  He used every ounce of experience he'd
gained from forty years of marriage and easily made up for any lack of
youthful vigour.  He gently brought the girl he thought was Jenny Richards
toward climax as he rigidly controlled himself.  He caressed and stoked her
body paying particular attention to her huge globular breasts and nipples.
Squeezing and tweaking a tit in each hand.  In spite of the fact that
Rostov was cynically using her sex for her own ends the gentle love making
of the old man was a pleasant change.  She had become used to the roughness
of the General as he fucked her like a raging bull and the soft caresses of
the professor were giving her increasing pleasure.  He thrust into her
slowly gradually building the arousal in them both until with a burst of
renewed energy he didn't know he still possessed he launched himself into
the vinegar strokes and simultaneously brought their thrusting bodies to a
gloriously warm and intense orgasm.

   Professor Q lay sprawled across Rostov's body his head cushioned between
her breasts.  Eventually she pushed him off her and sat him down in his
office chair where he immediately fell into a contented doze.  Quietly
Rostov began searching through his desk, and then moved onto the filling
cabinets.  The old man snored softly in a post coital haze.  'Lots of good
stuff here' thought Rostov.  'The colonel will be pleased'.





   Back in suburbia Jenny Richards was still seated on the sofa in her own
living room.  Her arms, still bound behind her back, were beginning to make
her shoulders ache.  Rosa sat across the room, unknown thoughts swirling
around her tiny brain.  Colonel Vlad was using a mobile phone talking
quietly in Russian.

   Jenny blanched as she heard the words she had been dreading.  'I'm going
out, Rosa.  I'll be about an hour.  Remain here and guard the girl'.  Rosa
grunted and nodded.  She held the door as Vlad's car disappeared from
sight. Closing it she stood still with a dreamy expression on her face.  A
shiver of anticipation passed through her body.  The Colonel had forgotten
to emphasise the 'No play' order.  There were no conflicting thoughts
running around in her feral little brain this time.  She meant to make the
most of her time alone with their hostage.

   Jenny looked up as Rosa returned to the living room.  'Now Rosa,
remember what the nice Colonel said, no playing'.  Rosa stared at her
blankly then moved forward.  'Rosa, no stop, Rosa, stop' Jenny pleaded. 
The huge black woman bent and gripped Jenny's roped ankles and dragged them
round until she lay long ways on the sofa.  Then she knelt at her shoulders
and spread the lacy top exposing her creamy breasts.  Once again Jenny's
heaving chest was molested.  Rosa had never seen a better pair and was
hugely enjoying mauling and sucking on them.  Jenny's pleadings quickly
turned to gasping cries of pleasure as Rosa's tongue lashed across her
nipples.  Her teeth biting down on the blood filled puffy areolas.  Jenny's
body writhed as bolts of erotic pleasure shot through her chest.  Her eyes
closed and she groaned as Rosa's hands and mouth worked her flesh until her
nipples extended to point.

   Jenny moaned with disappointment as Rosa unexpectedly released her now
reddened mammaries.  She again seized her ankles but this time she moved
them upward and round until Jenny lay with her back on the sofa seat and
her legs bent up and over the back.  Her position meant her head was draped
over the front and her world was now upside-down.  Rosa stepped back and
unzipped her skirt dropping it to her ankles.  It took a second for Jenny
to realise what she was seeing.  The well-muscled black legs stood astride
Jenny's head and she gazed wide-eyed.  'Oh my God' she shrieked as she
stared at the huge semi erect penis that dangled between them.



   Svetlana Rostov decided that she'd earned a break and some lunch.  The
HQ canteen was out of the question; she didn't want to take the risk of
meeting any of the real Jenny's friends, that could only lead to discovery,
so she headed out of the building.  She approached the security checkpoint
cautiously and heaved a sigh of relief when neither bearded guard was in
sight.  The young clean-shaven man who followed her outside on to the
street smiled.  Without the beard and in a smart business suit Svetlana
completely failed to recognise Roger.  He followed her as she wandered
along the Strand toward the Embankment.  She stared up marveling at the
'London Eye'.  'Anyone who suggested putting up a bloody great fairground
Ferris wheel almost opposite the Kremlin', she thought, 'would end up in
the Lubianka'.

   She wandered further, amazed at the crowds, the litter, the stench of
the street vendors burger stalls, the rats with wings...sorry pigeons. 
Everyone seemed in such a hurry, rushing to unknown appointments.  Roger
watched as she hailed a taxi and told the driver, 'British Library please'.
He turned back toward HQ.  'She'll be back' he thought.

   Svetlana spent a quiet hour in the reading room of the library.  She
found the desk used by Karl Marx to write Das Kapital before he went on to
wear a boot polish mustache and make all those films with his brothers. 
Her lunch was comprised of a sandwich that cost a Russian labourers weekly
wage.  She nibbled it and thought over the day's events.

   The thoughts still filled her head as she strolled leisurely back
through the main entrance of the MI5 building.  She turned the corner to
the security checkpoint and jerked back to reality as she nearly walked
straight into the heavily bearded guard.  She blanched and made to turn but
his partner had silently come up behind her and seized her by the upper
arms.  'I am sorry Agent Richards,' said Roger, 'but you will have to come
with us.  Now'.

   Every nerve in her body screamed at her to run as she was frog-marched
into the room with the yellow dots that had been the scene of her earlier
ordeal.  'Agent Richards,' the guard addressed her.  'We have reason to
believe that your triggering the alarm earlier, may have been the result of
a bug planted somewhere on your person.  Remove your clothes please'.

   Roger and James had been watching the video they'd recorded of their
earlier attempt to molest 'Jenny' and they'd both been struck by the
transformation in their victim when Roger had shouted 'Obey the order'.

   Svetlana realised they meant business and she couldn't see a way out
without making a fuss and drawing attention to herself.  She'd have to
co-operate with them for now.  She began slowly removing her dress slipping
the straps from her silky shoulders.  The straps of her bra went with her
dress, teasing the two men, as she realized that keeping their attention
was her only hope.  She swayed her hips a little, to accentuate the
teasing, the tops of her breasts in full view, just inches above her
nipples, she stopped sliding off her bra and dress, and kicked off her
shoes instead.  Her breasts both sprang free simultaneously, as her dress
dipped just a little lower, her hard nipples bouncing up and down, drawing
James and Roger's eyes like beacons.  Reaching behind her back, and leaning
forward, she unclasped her bra, which fell to the ground, no longer
supported by her heavy breasts.

   Svetlana smiled as she noticed the two bulges in the guards' uniforms,
and giggled.  I think someone is enjoying his job too much'.  She looked
back and forth at the two guards, who grinned wickedly.  'I'm afraid we are
still going to have to search you Agent Richards' James replied, with Roger
adding, "The panties as well." Svetlana winked at the two guards, and
turned around, bent at the hips, she reached down to the waistband of her
panties, and pushed them down to her ankles.  She remained that way for a
moment, gazing at the two men from between her thighs.  Every inch of her
tender flesh exposed to their lustful eyes.  Even the moist pink slit, and
the rosy bud of her anus were clearly visible.

   She hoped the display would be good enough for them but she was dismayed
when they started to strip themselves.  'Now look.  This has gone far
enough.  I'm leaving'.  'Agent Richards remain bending over, OBEY THE
ORDER'.  Svetlana's body locked rigid as the psychological imperative took
command of her mind.

   Both guards forgot themselves as they approached her, one moving behind
her, one around front.  Neither could get out of his uniform fast enough,
as they held Svetlana in her bent over position.  Her mouth opened into a
perfect "O" as one erect cock was shoved between her hungry lips, and her
hairless pussy was already soaked for the cock that was slammed into her
from behind, to the hilt.  Both guards thrusted mindlessly into her.  Soon
they established a rhythm as they pounded into the fabulous body of the
blonde woman, who is unaccustomed to this sort of treatment.  She did her
best with the cock in her mouth.  She had been trained extensively in the
arts of seduction and one of her trainers had made her suck him off every
day for a week before he declared her technique adequate.

   Luckily both fake guards were incredibly excited by their own ploy. 
Roger's cock was been sucked to death as Svetlana worked her lips and
tongue around him.  James was in heaven as he smoothly slid in and out of
her cunt.  A couple of minute's pistoning and all three of them erupted
into climax.

   Unfortunately, neither guard, nor Svetlana heard the supervisor, who was
busily searching for the two armourers who should have been at their post
already.  'What the bloody hells going on here?' she shouted indignantly.
James and Roger jumped and saluted their superior with their arms and their
still erect cocks.  You two, get dressed and go to my office.  I'll deal
with you presently' she ordered sneaking a look at their members.

   Svetlana meanwhile had grabbed her dress and was clasping it, covering
her flushed body.  'Get dressed girl.  I'll be informing your superior,
Agent Richards isn't it?' She nodded and started to dress in front of the
openly leering supervisor.



   Chapter 5.

   Antonio Cuaveras had been born twenty-five years earlier in a shantytown
on the outskirts of Havana, Cuba.  His, never seen, father had been killed
almost at the moment he'd been born while serving in the Cuban military. 
This had such a powerful psychological effect on his mother that she
determined to never let Antonio enter the Armed Services.  Unfortunately
military service is compulsory for males in Cuba so she took the obvious,
to her, course and revealed to her family and the neighbours that she had
given birth to a baby girl before disappearing into an even poorer part of
Havana.  Antonio grew up female.  All his clothes were dresses.  His mother
kept him away from school and taught him what little he knew herself. 
Antonio grew up unable to read or write his only entertainment was fighting
the other children round about.  He was constantly at war with himself and
the local neighbourhood children who teased the girl who looked so
masculine.  Fortunately Antonio, now named Rosa, was big enough to beat the
crap out of any of the locals including the boys.  Sex never reared its
head as none of them would look twice at the muscular six-footer she's
grown into.  The constant need to shave didn't help either.  One look at
the five o'clock shadow and any boy soon lost interest.

   Not surprisingly, Antonio's confused upbringing caused him to develop a
schizophrenic personality.  The dominant personality was Rosa who occupied
his mind for ninety-nine percent of the time.  The real trouble started
though, when the Antonio personality forced it's way to the surface.  Rosa
became less and less able to control him and soon local cats and dogs
started turning up mutilated, then some pigs.  The first raped and murdered
woman followed not long after.  It rapidly became obvious to the Cuban
police that they had a serial rapist/murderer on their hands but Rosa's
native cunning and the fact they were looking for a man kept her at large
for six months.  Fourteen women fell victim to Antonio before he made a
fatal mistake and left his final victim for dead.  She survived and was
able to give the police a description of a six-foot muscular woman that
could only fit Rosa.

   Two weeks in the blackest hole in Havana men's prison followed by a
quick trial left Rosa on death row awaiting the hangman's noose.  She was
within hours of the sentence being carried out when her file crossed the
desk of the local KGB representative in the Cuban government.  He read
about her reign of terror and mayhem but his interest was really pricked by
the short psychological assessment that Rosa showed not the slightest sign
of guilt or contrition.  The KGB was always on the look out for a certain
sort of person.  Despite what the movies might say the ability to kill
another person and feel no remorse or guilt was a rare quality.  Even the
best assassins eventually succumbed to the psychological pressure and
crumbled under the guilt.  Rosa showed a total disregard for any life but
her own.  Her only care was satisfying her urges.  As far as the guilt
went, it was Antonio who did the killing so she bore no responsibility and
therefore felt no remorse.

   Rosa was extracted from her prison cell to a clinic in Siberia and
eventually after much education and training released into the care of
Colonel Vlad.  Rosa's proclivities and schizophrenia were kept under
control with medication but occasionally she was freed to 'play' with a
target.  Her successes allowed her employers to tolerate her sexual
practices.  She released Antonio who killed on order with no compunction
and Rosa showed no sign of guilt or remorse.



   The Antonio persona looked down at Jenny's bound trembling body.  He was
free of the restraint that had been placed on him.  Now was his time to
play, before his lusts sated, he would sink back into the depths of Rosa's
mind to await his next victim.  He knelt at her head and pressed down on
her nose forcing her head back until her mouth gaped open.  A quick thrust
of his hips and the long black shaft slid between her lips.  Jenny moaned
as the cock penetrated her warm wet mouth.  Antonio softly stroked her
exposed throat before he reached forward and gripped a breast in each hand
and, using them as hand holds, began slowly thrusting his hips in and out.
'Mmmmm' moaned Jenny as her mouth was violated.  His fingers squeezed and
mauled her tit flesh as he watched his huge black cock slide in and out. 
Antonio closed his eyes and concentrated on the combined pleasure of the
feelings in his penis and the power he felt in having total control over
his victim.

   Suddenly Antonio released her sore and throbbing tits and reached to
grab her legs.  He drew them forward until Jenny was bent double and he
trapped her bound ankles under his left armpit.  He continued to piston in
and out of her mouth while his right hand stroked up and down the backs of
her thighs, fondling the tender soft white flesh.  His fingers rubbed along
her pussy still barely covered by her lacy panties until he seized them and
with one heave ripped them from her body.  His fingers returned to now
massage her naked hairless pussy lips.

   Jenny was becoming frantic.  She was desperate to escape but no
opportunity had presented itself yet.  She'd been surreptitiously been
working the ropes around her wrists but they were tied to well.  Just then
Antonio started to untie her ankles, then her knees.  This was a start. 
Her legs were free but she couldn't hope to overpower Rosa/Antonio from
this undignified position.  All she could do was endure the disgusting
molestation, the probing, fondling black hands, the thrusting, now rock
hard, black shaft, until a chance presented itself.

   Antonio held an ankle in each hand and slowly began forcing her legs
apart.  With his cock still rhythmically thrusting he watched her pussy
lips gape wide open until he could see the tender pink insides.  She
groaned, as her feet were forced outward until they rested on opposite
armrests.  The tendons of her thighs tightened as her legs were stretched
out to point in opposite directions.

   Antonio looked down at her fully open pussy, pink flesh and erect
clitoris obscenely displayed.  Then striking like a snake he thrust his
penis fully forward and stabbed his extended tongue deep into the
defenseless pussy while keeping her legs pinned apart.  Jenny moaned as
best she could around the gagging cock as he plunged his long black tongue
deep within her body and wriggled it about.  She writhed and bucked as he
struck again and again, penetrating as far as he could.  The sexual
stimulation, the bondage, the danger combined to force Jenny upward toward
climax.  Antonio licked her pussy long and hard his chin rasping over her
clit.  She was so close.  Another few seconds and she would explode.

   Yet again Antonio stopped suddenly, leaving Jenny gasping.  He withdrew
his saliva-covered shaft from her mouth and pulled her legs round.  He
positioned her the right way up before forcing her legs wide again
preparing her for the final violation.  Fourteen women had been raped and
murdered in Havana.  He liked to time his orgasm for the exact moment his
victims succumbed to his strangling hands around their throats.  Jenny was
in an erotic haze.  She had been on the very edge of climax only to be
denied again.  She looked up at the huge black shaft as Antonio advanced on
her.  Just a couple of savage thrusts she thought and she'd be screaming in
climax.  Then a picture of the bloody corpse of Commander Holt entered her
head and she snapped back to reality.  Suki's marshal arts training and
Jenny's desperation combined as Antonio stepped forward to meet Jenny's
swinging right foot.  Her foot thudded into his testicules and with a groan
he collapsed to the floor clutching himself.  Jenny rocked herself upright,
leapt up and raced to the kitchen.  A moments awkward fumbling in the knife
draw and she extracted a sharp blade and cut the rope binding her wrists.

   She ran back to the living room to see a moaning Antonio on his hands
and knees.  A three yard run up and Jenny attempted to drop kick Antonio's
already bruised testicules into the next county.  She's never been much
good at football but a healthy dose of anger seemed to give her all skill
she needed.  There was no comical rolling of eyes or pathetic mulling moan.
Antonio went out like a light.  The damage sufficient to ensure he never
troubled a young woman again.  Jenny dressed upstairs before returning with
the cloth cuffs and securing Antonio's unconscious body.  The phone lines
had been cut and her mobile was nowhere to be found so in desperation she
leapt into her car and raced away to MI5 headquarters.



   Chapter 6.

   At headquarters the real security guards were soon convinced that there
was a double when Jenny arrived and a search was instigated.  The last
order Colonel Vlad had given Rostov was burnt into Jenny's mind.  Using the
lift, she raced toward the top floor and Holts office.

   On the top floor Rostov was emerging from an empty office when she
sensed all was not as it had been.  Guards where searching further down the
corridor.  She realised the game was up and her final order kicked in. 
Taking out a gun she had stolen from Q's basement testing range, she headed
away from the searchers and toward Holt's office.  She had taken care of
his secretary and was just entering unannounced when Jenny emerged from the
lift and spotted her.  The KGB agent, on seeing Holt seated behind his desk
stepped inside and raised the gun, pointing it straight between his eyes.
Commander Holt's eyes stared down the barrel at his own demise as her
finger tightened on the trigger.  Jenny slammed into her back knocking the
gun out of her hand.  Recovering quickly Rostov whirled round and wrestled
Jenny to the floor of the office.  Holt quickly seized the gun that had
slid under his desk and stood pointing it at the maelstrom of blonde hair
and long slender limbs writhing on his office carpet.

   He was about to shout at the girls to freeze when it occurred to him
that, as he had the gun, the danger was past.  Unfolding before him was one
of his favourite fantasies, Jenny in a catfight, with herself no less.  He
thought to himself 'Decisions, decisions, break up the fight or stand back
and watch the dresses riding up.  The flashing tanned limbs, the white
panties stretched across taut buttocks as they strained against each other.
Think I'll give it a couple of hours thought'.

   The women writhed about, clutching, grunting, hair pulling, each trying
to subdue the other.  Neither was a natural fighter or a vicious
personality so there was no biting, scratching or eye gouging.  It was more
like a couple of schoolgirls fighting than two secret agents.  Rostov with
presence of mind realised that the plan had failed but there might be one
slim chance for escape.  She began ripping at Jenny's dress.  Snapping the
shoulder straps, wrenching apart the zipper and trying to rip it from
Jenny's body.  Jenny realised what was happening and, unwittingly aiding
Rostov's plan, returned the favour and began tearing at her opponents
dress. Soon both girls were down to their underwear.  Holt was having a
great time.  The girls seemed to be intent on stripping each other. 
'Perhaps another few minutes then' he thought.  Suddenly Rostov wrestled
herself free and leapt up screaming at Holt.  'She's the one, she's the
double, shoot her, shoot her'.  Her tone was so vehement that Holt raised
the gun and pointed it at the other Jenny.

   Suki burst into the room.  She was astonished on seeing two Jenny's and
Holt just about to shoot one of them.  'Wait, Sir.  Don't shoot, it may be
the real one'.  Holt hesitated, looking from one Jenny to the other.  They
were identical now.  Both dressed in similar white lacy underwear.  No one
could tell which had been wearing the light blue dress that would have
identified the Russian agent.  If one of them hadn't shouted at him he
wouldn't have been able to tell them apart.  He turned the gun and tried to
cover both Jenny's.  After a few seconds Suki said 'Sir, I may be able to
help identify the real one'.  She approached Holt and whispered in his ear.
He nodded and said 'OK agent Namura, carry on'.  'You two stand here in
front of the desk'.  He motioned with the gun, keeping both covered, until
they stood six feet in front of the desk and about six feet apart.

   Suki and Holt regarded the two agents.  Both were tall, blonde, athletic
and nearly naked.  Both wore the flimsiest of bras and panties a nothing
else.  Much to Holts delight both were still breathing hard after their
exertions making their huge chests that were barely contained in tiny lace
bras heave up and down.  'Name and number' ordered Suki pointing at Jenny
number one.  'Agent Jenny Richards, 382436' snapped the blonde on the left.
'Now you'.  'Agent Jenny Richards 382436' said the other.  'Well they both
sound the same' said Suki.  'Test number two.  She approached Jenny number
one and taking her face in her hands kissed her deeply.  The kiss went on
and on becoming more and more ardent until Suki broke off leaving Jenny
number one gasping.  Jenny number two watched as Suki approached her
knowing what was coming.  She puckered up as Suki grasped her and kissed
her just as she had her twin.

   A minute later Suki released Jenny two and stepped back.  She knew
without doubt who the real Jenny was.  One had been timid and shy at first
and only returned her kiss after she could no longer contain herself.  The
other was ardent from the start and was the obvious fake.  Suki turned to
Holt and was on the verge of telling him her findings when a wicked little
thought entered her head.  'Er..Still not sure Sir.  Need to go on to test
number three'.  'Carry on Agent Namura' said Holt now more then intrigued
at the turn of events.

   Suki moved behind Jenny number one and began stroking her shoulders and
arms before suddenly unsnapping her bra.  Jenny one's arms flew to grab her
bra before it fell off.  'Arms down' ordered Holt pointing the gun
meaningfully.  Slowly Jenny one lowered her arms and a smiling Suki drew
the shoulder straps down her arms and threw the bra to the floor.  Holt
gazed longingly at his first ever sight of Jenny's naked breasts.  Large
pink areolas and proud nipples tipped the magnificent spheres.  Suki
reached round and gently cupped and lifted the twin marvels.  She caressed
and squeezed both breasts until Jenny one started to fidget as the feelings
of arousal were fired up within her.  She gasped as Suki tweaked her
already erect nipples, then gasped even more as she pinched and pulled on
them.

   Suki released the tender flesh and turned toward Jenny two who was
watching intently.  She stoically ensured Suki's hands molesting her body.
Endured the caressing, fondling and the final painful pinch.  Holt watched
mesmerized as Suki did all the things he had dreamt about doing to those
massive mammaries of agent Jenny Richards, twice.  'Well they both feel the
same' said Suki smiling broadly.  'Only the last test to go'.

   Jenny one watched apprehensively as Suki returned to stand in front of
her, smiling sweetly.  She placed her thumbs in the sides of the agent's
one remaining garment.  The girl realising that she was about to lose her
last item of protection reached to grab her panties.  Suki looked at her
sternly until with a resigned sigh she let go.  After hesitating to build
the tension, Suki slowly drew the panties down to the ground.  Jenny one
blushed and closed her eyes at being exposed in front of Commander Holt who
had nearly fallen off the edge of his desk where he'd perched himself. 
Suki knelt and studied the hairless pussy before her eyes.  She tapped
Jenny's ankles until she'd spread her feet about eighteen inches apart and
then reached round and grabbed a butt cheek in each hand.  Suki spent a few
seconds squeezing and fondling the soft plump cheeks before leaning forward
and wriggling her tongue between the naked pussy lips.  Jenny one grabbed
the silky black haired head buried between her thighs but it did no good as
Suki began timing her moves, rhythmically pulling the hips forward as she
stabbed with her tongue, forcing herself deeper and deeper.  The pussy
quickly became moist as Suki used all her skills to arouse the agent.  By
the time she released her Jenny one could hardly stand.  She was red
cheeked and gasping and nearly orgasmed on the spot as Suki's rasping
sandpaper tongue was finally dragged back right across her clitoris.

   Suki looked up at her and licked her shiny juice covered lips.  Holt was
having difficulty hiding the bulge in his trousers by this time as Suki
moved in front of Jenny two.  She was wide-eyed and trembling at the
prospect of Suki's impending assault.  She trembled even more as her
panties were lowered and she felt Suki's hot breath on her exposed flesh.
The hands seized her butt and dragged her forward onto the advancing
extended tongue.  Suki attacked with even greater vigour until Jenny two
was groaning out loud.  Suki penetrated as deeply as she could, thrusting
and probing in and out, before sucking her clit between her lips.

   Jenny two moaned out loud.  Suki sucked harder and harder on her clit
until she forced her over the edge into a bucking, muscle locking, climax.
She would have collapsed if Suki hadn't supported her.  Holt showed his
surprise when Suki turned and indicated the sweating; gasping girl in her
arms was the fake.  Holt adjusted his trousers, stood, and took the naked
Russian agent by the arm.  Svetlana looked up at him pleadingly.  'Please.
Keep them away from me; give me a nice quiet prison cell.  I've only been
here five hours and I can't take anymore.  I've never cum so much in my
life, I'm so tired'.  She turned to look at the real Jenny.  'How do you
stand it.  They never leave you alone.  I've been molested non-stop'.

   Jenny was shocked.  She was of the opposite opinion.  The final orgasm
that Suki had forced from Svetlana had been her fifth of the day while the
real Jenny hadn't reached climax for over three weeks.  During the day she
had been brought to the edge of release three times, twice by Rosa and just
now by Suki, only to be left high and dry.

   Suki quietly locked the door behind Holt and moved over to the trembling
body of Jenny who was looking at the remnants of her dress, ripped to
shreds and spread over the floor, her underwear also discarded.  How did
you know who the fake was?  Asked Jenny quietly.  Suki embraced her naked
body pressing their chests together until Jenny's breasts bulged upward. 
She whispered in her ear.  'Well she looked like you, she sounded like you,
she felt like you, but her pussy didn't taste nearly as sweet as yours'. 
Jenny blushed and Suki stuck her wet little tongue in her ear until she
pulled her head away from the tickling.  Suki maneuvered her gradually
backward until the back of her thighs bumped into the edge of Holt's desk.
'I saved your bacon again didn't I?' said Suki kissing Jenny on the lips.
'Suki!' exclaimed Jenny.  'Make love to me' said Suki.  'No.  Stop it,
Suki'.  Another kiss, deeper this time and Suki could feel Jenny's resolve
weakening.  'Make love to me'.  'Please don't' pleaded Jenny feeling her
arousal growing once more.  Suki kissed her more tenderly still, then more
ardently, her hands gently stroking up and down Jenny's back.  She began
lowering her down on to the desktop.  'Obey the order' said Suki softly as
Jenny finally gave in to the inevitable and surrendered herself to Suki's
skilful lips, wicked tongue and stroking hands.

   The end



  
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   WORKING LATE, or One Possible Explanation

   Jenny leaned back in her chair and stretched extravagantly.  The tiny
buttons of her blouse screamed in protest and fought valiantly to hold the
thin silk together over her lush breasts.  Her work was finished and she
still had time to meet John for their night out.  The outfit he had given
her was short, low-cut and tight and Jenny blushed at the thought of
appearing in public wearing it.  It would be awful to be seen like that but
the sex afterwards would be so good she didn -(TM)t have the willpower to
say,  -�No -�. Jenny stood and laid the new clothes out on her desk.  Her
office had enormous windows into the corridor, which usually attracted the
office men (and some of the more ambivalent women) like moths to the flame
but with the staff all gone she could safely change in her office.  The
distracted blond had forgotten about the CCTV but Security was unlikely to
complain.  She quickly kicked out of her conservative 4-1/2 inch heels. 
Still nervous despite her illusory privacy, she fumbled a little unzipping
her pinstriped skirt but after a brief struggle was wiggling it over her
full hips.  The open lace of her knickers enhanced rather than hid the
curves of her luscious cheeks and her other cheeks turned reflexively pink
at the unveiling.  Jenny plucked open the buttons of her shirt and shrugged
it off her shoulders.  It landed on the pile of discarded clothes with a
silky whisper.

   Standing in the middle of her office dressed only in her undies, Jenny
hesitated.  Her arms twisted up between her shoulder blades and her fingers
gripped the bra clasp irresolutely.  The hairs on the back of her neck
prickled and her heart thudded loud and fast in the after hours quiet.  All
the feelings of her many public embarrassments flooded from her memory and
she broke out in a cold sweat.  Then as suddenly as it arrived her panic
subsided.  Jenny drew a deep, chest lifting breath and gave a shaky laugh.
She slipped out of the dainty bra and tossed it aside almost gaily.

   The shrill ring of the phone caught Jenny completely by surprise.  Her
leftover adrenaline lifted her in the air and her long legs tried to dash
several directions at once while her hands flew to cover her bouncing
breasts.  Her startled shriek rattled around the empty offices.  The second
ring froze her place like a deer in the headlights then with a disgusted
roll of her eyes she picked up the handset.

    -�Hello? -�

    -�Ah, Jenny.  I -(TM)m glad I caught you., -� said her boss.

   Jenny was momentarily distracted by the pleasant fantasy of her
attractive boss  -�catching -� her in her present state but managed to
respond in a somewhat coherent manner to his questions about her project.

    -�That -(TM)s very good work, Jenny but the pressing reason I called is
to have you accept an urgent delivery this evening.  We must have it for an
early meeting tomorrow.  Please, sign for it and leave it on my desk. -� He
ordered politely.

    -�But, sir, I was just leaving -�, she objected.

    -�Not to worry.  It should be arriving shortly and then you may go. 
Thanks! -� and he broke the connection without waiting for a reply.  Sure
enough as she replace the receiver the front door buzzer peeled.  Jenny
knew the regular messenger was both stupid and impatient and wouldn -(TM)t
wait long for an answer.  She definitely didn -(TM)t have time to get fully
dressed, again.  With a muttered curse, she slipped on her shoes and
snatched up her blouse.  Click clacking down the hall she fought her
tangled shirt back on and buttoned up far enough to pass muster.  Although
she was showing a lot of cleavage it would have to do.

   Jenny opened the door and popped her head and shoulder around the edge.
The messenger seemed taken aback at her sudden appearance but managed to
sputter out,  -�Package for Mr.  Bigger -�.  Generally, he just tossed the
deliveries and dashed off to his next stop but tonight he was drawing the
exchange out to the maximum.  At first, he stared at the unrestrained
jiggle of her breast and she blushed hotly when she realized her nipple was
clearly visible through the thin material.  Then he raised his gaze and
looked politely past her right shoulder.  Jenny smiled gratefully at him as
she accepted the envelope and his clipboard.  As usual, the naïve blond
was misinterpreting the situation.  While he was averting his gaze from her
chest, he was getting an eyeful of her scantily clad ass in the mirrored
foyer wall behind her.  It was possibly the best he had ever seen in life
or in extensive cruising of the Web.  Also, he was pleased to observe those
legs did indeed go all the way up.  When she dropped the pen and bent to
retrieve it he felt his breath catch in his throat.  Happily unaware of her
exposure, Jenny passed back the pen and clipboard without understanding why
his hands were shaking and his eyes were glazed over.   -�You look as if
you may be coming down with something.  You should go straight home and
climb into bed, -� she suggested sympathetically.  With a last sweet smile
she swung the door shut.

   Jenny almost ran down the hall with all her best bits jingling merrily
but when she got to her boss -(TM) office she found that the door locked. 
-�Darn automatic locks -� she muttered to herself as she set the package on
his secretary -(TM)s desk and then headed back to her own office.  Back at
her own office she tried the doorknob without result.  Despite the early
warning and her own history, Jenny was honestly surprise that she -(TM)d
locked herself out yet again.  Pressing her face to the glass she could see
her employee ID/keycard taunting her from the desk.  The ironic achievement
of having separated herself from her daywear, club clothes and the
emergency set in her bottom drawer was lost on the flummoxed blond.  After
kicking the door hard didn -(TM)t work she looked about for another
possible solution.

   Jenny looked at the open transom light above her door speculatively. 
She -(TM)d probably break her neck if she tried to climb all the way in but
maybe she could reach through and lift the latch from the inside.  Gauging
the distance from the top of the door to handle, she realized her arm
wouldn -(TM)t quite reach.  She needed a short stick or loop of rope to
make to last few inches.  Hopefully, she looked around but the bare hall
offered nothing helpful.  With a sigh for the unfairness of it all, Jenny
shrugged her shoulders and peeled out of her knickers.  There was no time
to waste.  The clock was ticking and soon the cleaning staff would be
arriving.

   Jen kicked off her shoes a started climbing.  The door didn -(TM)t offer
many secure footholds.  After clambering on the handle she grabbed the
transom and pressed a bare foot to each side of the frame.  An inch at a
time she wriggled into the narrow opening.  It took tremendous effort but
finally she was balanced precariously on the top of the door.  With her
legs spread wide for stability, Jenny carefully reached for the latch.  Her
bare breasts and left hand pressed on the cold glass as she tried to tease
the waistband of her panties over the just out of reach hardware. 
Unfortunately, Jenny -(TM)s plan ran afoul of her top-heavy nature. 
Leaning in a bit farther, she suddenly felt herself falling.  With arms
flailing and legs kicking wildly she fought to regain her equilibrium but
when she overcorrected the other direction gravity grabbed her by the ass
and yanked her back into the hall.

    -� Ow, ow, ow -�, complained the luckless Jen as she rubbed her bum and
head in equal measure.  Naturally, she had dropped her knickers on the
wrong side of the barrier and when her eyes swam back in focus she saw the
transom had slammed shut behind her.  That she assumed was related to the
rapidly growing lump on the back of her skull.   -�Plan B.  Whatever that
is -� she thought but at that moment she heard the elevator arrive.  With
reflexes honed by long practice Jenny dived for the cover.

   The cleaning crew trooped off the lift and unlocked the first office. 
Jenny bit her lip and considered her options.  For now one branch of the
T-shaped corridor concealed her but as soon as they reached the
intersection she would be completely exposed.  The story would be all over
the building before mid day tomorrow.  She liked her job and didn -(TM)t
want to give it up due to another public humiliation.  Cautiously, the
trapped woman peeped round the corner and while watching them advance up
the hall she got an idea.  All of the wastebaskets were being emptied into
a giant rolling bin which because of its size it was left in the hall as
they tidied each office.  If she moved quickly then she could jump inside,
burrow under the rubbish and ride it to someplace where she could sneak a
phone call to John or Ashley.  It was an icky plan but the only option that
presented itself.

   Jenny waited for her moment and when it came exploded out of the blocks
like an Olympic sprinter.  Falling into the pile of mostly paper, she
quickly dug her way into hiding.  She held deathly still as the cleaners
added an additional layer to her cover.  All she could do now was stay
quiet and wait for them to finish their round.

   Despite the initial success of her plan, Jenny was less than happy with
her situation.  The sharp edges of the papers either gnawed at her soft
flesh or tickled in some extremely sensitive areas.  The smell of somebody
-(TM)s discarded Chinese lunch was making her stomach churn but worst of
all there was a potent chemical odor, which was making her head swim.  Her
last fuzzy though was  -�Take shallow breathes, Jenny -�.



   Jenny stood near the center of the bullfighting ring with her hands tied
behind her back.  Her only clothing was a short tartan kilt.  The sun was
hot and the stands were packed with screaming fans chanting,  -�El Banana!
El Banana! -� and waving their Chiquitas in the air.  All around her the
ground was littered with discarded peels.  In front of her was Mr.  Bigger
dressed as a matador complete with a cape but oddly, no shirt.  Instead of
a sword he carried a headmaster -(TM)s cane.  Poor Jenny -(TM)s only
weapons were the diamond hard tips of her rigid nipples.  Mounted picadors
circled the antagonists with their long lances pointed to the sky.

    -�Come on, Jenny!  Let -(TM)s give them a show -�, Bigger urged then
flipped his cape at her mockingly.  Jenny thrust her chest at him and
charged.  He twisted easily out of her path with a swirl of his cape.  Her
feet pounded the dusty ground as she thundered past and she gave a bark of
pain when his cane slashed across her bum.   -�Bigger is better -�, he
shouted as she turned for another pass.  The crowd echoed him.  His pants
said,  -�Prepare to meet your fate, girl -�.

   Jenny stopped short and complained,  -�Please, Mr.  Bigger.  Instruct
your pants to be more respectful.  I am a woman, not a girl! -�

    -�Don -(TM)t be absurd. -� he explained  -�Pants don -(TM)t talk.  That
was my penis. -� Her opponent then ripped open his trousers releasing his
tool as proof.  It stared at her with black reptilian eyes and whistled
wolfishly.  Horrified, Jenny made a desperate attack that nearly succeeded.
It came so close one nipple tore a long ragged gap in Bigger -(TM)s jacket
as he backpedaled frantically.  Staggering off-balance he didn -(TM)t even
attempt to use his cane but Jenny had a new problem.  When she pressed her
advantage the talking member brushed along her hip.  Its velvety skin sent
a jolt of erotic energy through her body so powerful that it rolled her
eyes back in her head.  She wobbled away on buckling knees as she tried to
regain her composure.

   Jenny never came closer to winning than that.  Bigger easily thwarted
each of her subsequent efforts with a swirl of his cape and a cut of his
stick.  When she did manage to dodge that she often brushed against his
other  -�weapon -� to the detriment of her concentration.  Jenny -(TM)s
head spun from the seesaw effects of pain and pleasure.  Worse, with every
pass the cock grew thicker and longer until the panting woman wondered how
the matador could maintain his balance.  The crowd, which had been roaring,
was nearly silent as the action paused.  Her chest heaved as she tried to
suck in enough oxygen for one last exertion.

   Slippery with sweat, Jenny had freed her hands without her tormentor
noticing.  She knew if she could grab the penis by the ears and  -�bulldog
-� it that she could still win.  Carefully, she circled and gained a few
steps toward her wary antagonist.  With every ounce of her remaining
strength she leapt toward her target.   -�Wait -� she thought  -�they don
-(TM)t have ears! -� But it was too late.

   When she hesitated the billowing red cape dropped over her head.  Like
something living it tightened its grip on her voluptuous torso as she
fought to throw it off.  Soon her arms were pinned at her sides and it was
squeezing the breath from her lungs.  Staggering blindly, Jenny -(TM)s foot
came down on one of the banana peels.  The audience roared with laughter as
her legs shot in the air and she landed chest first on the hard arena
surface.  Winded but game Jenny tried without success to scrabble to her
feet.  The impact had driven her hard nipples deeply into the ground.  She
was hopelessly stuck.

   Bigger and his anatomy were arguing as they approached her.   -�But she
-(TM)s been such a good sport and it will make for awkwardness at the
office -� her boss objected  -�Shad -(TM)dup, Willy!  It -(TM)s too late to
stop and besides everyone gets it in the end.  Anyway, you don -(TM)t hear
her complaining, do you? -� it rationalized.  When Jenny opened her mouth
to speak a wad of cape forced its way inside and all she could manage was a
faint grunt.   -�All right, boys.  Get her ready. -�

   The picadors flipped her skirt above her waist and gripped her legs. 
Their sweaty callused hands forced them apart despite her strenuous
resistance.  Someone grabbed her ass and roughly spread the cheeks.

    -�Raise it! -� the penis ordered.

   Jenny was positioned on her knees with her rump pointed in the air.

    -�Higher -� it demanded.

   Jenny was extremely uncomfortable with her feet pointed to the sky and
her face and breasts pressed to the ground.

    -�More -� it insisted.

   Jenny felt her nipples pulling free as the men hoisted her higher.  She
tried to warn them but they ignored the frantic moans leaking around her
gag.  A tremendous geyser shot from the ground and lifted the whole group
in the air.  Jenny and the cape separated when they splashed back down.  It
flapped away like a giant red manta and she found herself floundering in a
rapidly expanding lake of slippery pink goo.  The picadors and horses were
swimming away for all they were worth.  Jenny started to follow suit when
she saw Bigger -(TM)s trouser anaconda undulating in her direction while
dragging its screaming  -�master -� behind.  The geyser burped to an end as
the rising tide washed over the stands.  From somewhere under the lake came
a deep ominous rumble and slowly, at first but with quickly increasing
velocity, the liquid started to swirl around the ring.  A gaping maw
appeared at the center of the vortex as everything was swept irresistibly
inward.  The sound of falling water filled Jenny -(TM)s ears as she plunged
into space.



   It was pitch black and something was jabbing her sharply.  Her head felt
like it splitting and the nearby sound of rain drumming on a hard surface
wasn -(TM)t helping.  The familiar disgusting smell of her trash chariot
told her where she was.  Jenny slowly extended her arms.  In the deserted
service dock the heavy lid of the dumpster lifted.  The disoriented blond
poked her head above the lip of the container.  Vague images of Spain added
to her confusion.  When she moved to climb out she discovered she had
retained her grip on her shoes and in her other hand was clutched the item
that had prodded her awake, an old but functional umbrella.  Jenny put on
her shoes and shimmied from her grubby refuge.  Sheltering under her
windfall, she sighed for small blessings.

   Jenny scanned the area anxiously but she was quite alone.  Standing
semi-naked in the pouring rain she was at a loss.  Each of her plans so far
had only moved her further from her clothes and safety.  One more  -�plan
-� might end with her deported or taken by white slavers.  Any policeman
was liable to take her for a drunk and arrest her.  In the after hours
business district casual passers-by weren -(TM)t likely to help.  Take
advantage of her distress, yes.  Help, no.   -�Where the hell was John? -�
she fretted.

   A dark vehicle swerved into the alley and caught Jenny in the cone of
its headlights.  Still feeling the effects of the chemical fumes, penniless
and dressed in less than the bare minimum of clothing, she had little
choice but to stand her ground.  The mystery vehicle rolled to a stop
uncomfortably near.  She could hear the slap of the wipers as she tried to
peer past the glare.  Fully expecting a minivan bulging with Scouts or
Ashley dressed in the latest dominatrix gear, the sound of her husband
-(TM)s voice was a welcome shock.   -�Why can -(TM)t we just have a nice
evening out -� he asked in mock exasperation but she knew the recitation of
her story would excite him more than any romantic date.   -�At least, he
would be excited once he stopped laughing -� Jenny thought as she dashed
for the shelter of the car and the warmth of home.



   The summer fete that had been planned since mid January was going well.
The Vicar had press-ganged everyone in town into doing something for this
event.  Old ladies had been bullied into making tons of strawberry jam and
the tables groaned with the wieght of cakes they'd made.  Jenny too had
been encouraged to take an active part in the event, but was at a loss for
what to actually do for it.  Her for losing her clothes in 20 seconds flat
wasn't something you shouted about.  Fortunetely Ashley had come up with a
great suggestion...  Great for Ashley, but perhaps not so for the shy
Jenny.

   "Why don't we set up a kisses for a Doller stall, we get to kiss
gorgeous men all day long and they'll even pay US!"

   "Us?  You mean contribute to the resoration of the steeple fund." Jenny
corrected her.

   "Well, yeah that too." Ashley replied with her fingers crossed behind
her back.  Skimming off some of the profits from selling kisses would help
pay for that latest hi tech camera phone she was after.

   So on a hot sunny saturday, under a shaded stall Jenny, wearing a big
white wide brimmed hat, frilly lace gloves and dressed in a white knee
length dress with red polka dots, all finished off with red shoes.  Ashley,
meantime, wore a leather basque top, leather miniskrt, black stockings and
black patent leather high heels (subtle she ain't!)

   It started off quite well until Ashley got a major pout on (pun
intended) because a certain ruggedly handsome biker paid Jenny $20 and gave
her such a kiss it left her weak kneed and close to swooning (sorry,
couldn't resist a cameo role for myself there and what a role it was! 
Yowzah!)

   The morning progressd with Jenny and Ashley level pegging on the sale of
kisses.  They felt as long as their lipstick held out they were going to
make a serious amount of cash.  Several men came up to the stal with frosty
looking wives in tow who dragged them away soon after the quick peck on the
cheek was exchanged, however some men came back for more lingering smooch,
without thier wives.

   By 11am Ashley began cheating by offering a grope for a fiver, that
grope being of Jennys shapely behind, much to Jennys surprise!  Jenny soon
put a stop to that so Ashley resorted to offering a hand up her miniskrit
for 15 seconds for $20.  The $100 she sold her knickers for somehow didn't
quite make it into the collection tin.

   At around lunchtime Jennys nerves were jolted by the late arrival of a
scout troop setting up a tombola stall nearby.  They were late due to a
hold up on the road to the village (A good haul, including some classy
jewelery which "Billy the fence" in the city could shift for them with only
a 15% cut for himself.  Being an ex scout himself he wouldn't rip them off)

   Sooon business was booming for the scouts stall they acomplished this by
dragging people to it with implied threats of physical violence if they
didn't.  One particularly cute little boy aged around 6 with nothing to do
at their stall hesitantly wandered over the Jenny and Ashley's stall.

   Craning his neck up to the blonde above him."Excuse me Ma'am." he said
hesitantly to Jenny, "Can I have a, a, a kiss please."

   Jenny looked down and saw the big eyed boy clutching an empty jam jar to
his chest and sporting only one merit patch on his sleeve (for frog
catching) her heart melted.  "Sure little fella, what's your name then?"

   "Damian." (insert Oh Fortuna from Carmina Burana music...  OK it's the
music they played on the Old Spice advert years ago.  Remember it?)

   Digging into his pocket for his money "How much will it cost me please?"
said the cute little lad (You're weakening aren't you?)

   Jenny replied "That'll be $1."

   The big eyes brimmed with tears as he dipped into his pocket and offered
only 37cents.  "It's all I got." whimpered the little boy his chin starting
to quiver.  (Don't be fooled folks this is a scout don't forget, the most
deceiving, malicious little creature on this planet.  To put it into
context.  Hitler was a scout)

   Jenny saw the distress this little angel was in and held out the
collection tin for him to drop his money into.  Then she gently took the
boys ears in her lace gloves hands.  The little boy looked up, puckered up
and waited.  Jenny tipped his head dwon and planted a gentle kiss on the
top of his head.  (Picture that scene with Snow white and Dopey and you can
see where I ripped it...  er borrowed that idea from)

   Sheer rage engulfed the little boy as the kiss landed.  His hopes of
getting his french kiss merit badge were dashed, instead this blonde bimbo
was kissing him like, like...  his Granny!!  (god bless her senile old
soul) However in front of his eyes was presented the perfect opportunity
for a suitable revenge for this humilation. Holding the jam jar near to
Jenny's swooping neckline he tapped the bottom of the jar and out dropped
Maggot his pet frog which hopped into the darkend cavity between Jenny
ample breasts.  At the first touch of this cold slimy amphibian against
Jenny skin she dropped her hands from Damians (insert music again) and
stood up frozen to the spot.  Then Maggot moved, caught now in the bodice
of Jenny's dress.  With a shreik and a whoop Jenny vaulted the low wall of
the stool and took off running, her arms flaying above her head and
screaming "Get it out, get it out!" over and over.

   Ashley broke from her clinch with a paying customer and turned to watch
Jenny heading off towards the church hall.  "Hmmm looks like I have to go
help my friend.  I'll be right back...  ummm Claire isn't it?  Or was it
Karen?  I'm sorry, I've forgotten which is who." The two brunettes with
thier arms around each looked at Ashley and said "Don't be too long.  We'll
be waiting right here, Honey."

   With that Ashley headed off after Jenny following the trail of chaos her
passage had caused.  Old lady Johnson was wiping the custard tart from her
face and her husband was trying desperatly the contain the laughter
threatening to burst forth from his hand covered mouth.

   Father Abrahams sat in shock at the catch a duck stall hishands holding
several small red buttons.  The passing Jenny had been in the process of
ripping open her bodice at the time.

   On the bench beside the cake stall Mr Gladstone had had a stroke, while
his friend Mr Kitchener wasn't able to reach the passing Jenny.  (Ok it's
an old joke but I just HAD to include it) Mr Gladstone would dine on the
fact he was able to stroke the rushing Jenny's thigh for weeks.

   Following the trail of buttons Ashley came across the gasping Jenny
behind the church hall.  The Frog, now freed from its warm dark place, was
disappearing into the hedgerow behind her.  Ashley asked what was wrong. 
Jenny explained what had happened while trying to gather together the top
of her dress now.  Her sheer white bra did little to cover the fullness of
her ample bosom and the tight bodice top seemed to only accentuate rather
than disguise the wonderful breasts.  Clutching her top together Jenny said
to Ashley that she was going home.  "Wait.  You can't do that!  The church
steeple fund needs your support.  People are depending on you." Ashley knew
that emotional blackmail worked best on Jenny at times like this, she'd
seen her go through all sorts of traumatic experiences simply because she
wouldn't risk offending people by runing out.

   Jenny stood with her dress held together by her gloved hands, her
breasts heaving from her excersions while her resolve to leave crumbled as
Ashley watched her.  "OK I'll do it, but I'm going to give those horrid
scouts a piece of my mind.  Once and for all!" Jenny stamped an emphatic
foot which almost tumbled her tits right out of her dress.

   A determined Jenny strode back to the stalls on the village green,
Ashley sauntered behind lost in the reverie of kissing Claire, or was it
Karen?

   At the scouts stall Jenny anger was high enough for her to forget her
usual timidness.  "Who's in charge here?" barked Jenny.  A giant rose up
from behind one of the tombolas and towered over Jenny.  "Ulp, Who are y,
you?"

   The giant replied "Hugh Mungus.  Pleased to meet you." he held out his
hand to shake Jenny responded and was only one sheer bra covered breast
fell out of the bodice back into the dress as she shook his hand.

   "Jenny.  Pleased to meet you t..." Remembering what she actually came
here to do she mentally shook herself started again "Well Mr Mungus I...."

   "Just one moment please Miss.  Damian (insert that music) c'mere a
moment will you laddie.  Is this the lady who took you pet frog?"

   "Yes." was the small boys timid reply.

   (Hiya.  Biker here again.  You're softening again aren't you?  You're
imagining a doe eyed little boy who's lost his pet.  Well here's another
little factoid for you to remember what we're dealing with here.  Heard the
phrase; "Dib dib dib" course you have, but do you know what it means? 
Nope? Well it means "No mercy!" Ever wondered what "Ging gang gooley gooley
wotcha ging gnag goo" means?  You don't!?  I'm shocked.  It's actually
ancient cimmerian for: "Crush your enemies, see the driven before and hear
the lamentations of thier women." Kinda puts a boyscout into a whole new
light doesn't it?  Well don't be deceived, these things will show no mercy
if you wander into thier woods, Little Red riding Hood was sold into the
white slave trade after they nabbed her)

   OK back to the story.  Jenny is at the scouts stall and replied:

   "Took?  TOOK?!  What do you mean took!  tha', that..  Boy dropped his
horrid toad down my dress!"

   Hugh Mungus took the little boy under his arm and comforted him (try to
imagine horns on the kid heads if it helps) "Are you suggesting that Damian
lied?  Or that he did it deliberatly?"

   Jenny's resolve was shattered as Damian's tear streaked little face
peeped out from behind Hugh Mungus's hip.

   (OK I give up!  Think what you like just don't come crying to me when
you're trussed up ready for the bar-b-que.  They're cannibals too you know)

   Jenny could see she wasn't going to get any justice and with her
confidence shattered she apologised and headed back to join Ashley at the
kissing stall.  Hugh Mungus watched her depart, patted the boy shoulder and
said "Go and round up the troops Damian."

   Oddly enough Ashley now began to lose customers to Jenny at the kissing
stall, whether this had anything to do with Jenny's bodice constantly
falling open and her gorgeous mammeries falling out every 5 seconds is open
to conjecture but suffice to say Ashley was beginning to get mad.  Mad
enough to cheat again.  With a glance at the scout stall and the gathering
of the hoard a spiteful thought popped into her head.  Breaking from her
passionate clinch with Karen Ashley leaned over to Jenny and said; "Watch
your back Darlin' those scouts are beginning to muster."

   Jenny looked over towards the bunched scouts.  As she watched Damian was
handing out huge water pistols and he was looking menacingly towards Jenny,
matter of fact they were ALL look menacingly towards Jenny.

   Water pistols and Jenny in a white dress didn't mix at all, especially
with what Jenny was wearing underneath the dress.  So as cassually as she
could jenny began to walk away from the stalls.  The scouts soon spotted
this and gathered en mass to follow her.  Ashley too broke from yet another
clinch with Claire and headed off after the scouts.

   By now Jenny was getting justa tad panicky.  Her pace increase..  as
much as she could in the heels that is.  The scouts too increase their own
pace and soon a semi trot was taken up by all with Jenny bouncing almost
out of her bodice once more.  (insert Benny Hill theme tune here)

   "Hide.  I must find someplace to hide." Jenny muttered to herself like a
mantra.  A phone booth presented intself but was idsgarded as impratical.
Perhaps that barn?  Nope full of Bulls and Jenny had heard enough stories
about Bull and red clothing (See Debs comic story)

   Finally a brick built shed presented intself and Jenny like a moth to a
flame headed towards it, the scouts in hot persuit with Ashley bringing up
the rear and waht a rear she has!!

   The only window the the building was a small fanlight about 4 foot from
the ground.  Jenny got the window open and tried to climb inside headfirst.
All was going well until her bra caught on the window catch.  DISASTER! 
Jenny tried backing out only to find she couldn't reach the ground. 
Frantic now she tried going forward using her arms to pull herself in.  "Oh
my god!" she thought "What must I look like from outside!"

   I'll leave you to imagine the rest of the story but if you're wondering
what Jenny looks like stuff with her top half in the window, legs flaying
about frantically then see below.

   This story had been used in conjunction with a model I'd made using DAS,
it's a self hardening clay and pretty easy to work with so long as you're
patient.  I'd added the "making of" pix too.



  
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   Biker Jenny and Camping with Scout Troop #666,  -�El Diablos -�



    -�Ohmigawd, ohmigawd, ohmigawd! -� Jenny wailed but for once, it was a
happy mantra.  John had her pinned to their air mattress with her ankles to
her ears and was  -�doing -� her with contagious enthusiasm.  The pleasure
was about to drive Jenny out of her mind as the pair got bouncy in the
privacy of the tent.  With John grunting above her neither were paying
attention to the night sounds outside.  The gurgle of the nearby stream,
the scree of passing bats and the stealthy footsteps of prowling imps all
went unheeded.  Whispering voices faded in the distance as the
eavesdroppers slipped away through the woods.

   Later, Jenny woke in the predawn dark and smiled with satisfaction. 
When John had shown her the dress he insisted she wear she had been
dumbfounded.  It wasn -(TM)t really a dress at all but a short,
semi-transparent, lavender nighty even if it did come with belt and shoes.
Then he -(TM)d told her their car was in the shop and they -(TM)d be
driving to the campsite in a rented convertible.  Every driver who could
see into their very low-slung vehicle had gotten an eyeful of Jenny -(TM)s
voluptuous body.  Their drive had been a constant barrage hooting horns and
obscene gestures.  Between the embarrassment and John -(TM)s constant and
knowledgeable petting she -(TM)d been a quivering mass of firm pink flesh
on arrival.  Jenny sighed at her husband -(TM)s oddity but she had to admit
the sex had been phenomenal.

   The covers spilled from her naked breasts when she sat up and felt
around for her discarded clothes.  She wanted a trip to the Ladies and all
her  -�real -� clothes were locked in the boot.  Since John was snoring his
post-coital coma snore she had no choice but to slip back into her tarty
outfit or go in her all together.  Walking down the path the hair on the
back of her neck prickled.  Jenny was grateful for the cover of night but
wished the wind in the trees didn -(TM)t sound so much like footsteps
stalking her.

   Inside the facilities she flipped the light switch without result. 
After clicking up and down several times and getting the same non-result
she resigned herself and plunged into the pitch-black room while trying not
to think about the normal grubbiness of a campground restroom.  Jenny
hurried as best she could to finish and be back to her tent before the
other campers were stirring.  Standing at the sink she thought of her warm
bed and waiting lover.  The sudden crinkling of her nipples could be blamed
on the damp morning chill but the tingle between her legs was all about
John.  She shook some water from her hands and reached for a towel. 
Outside the sky was fading from black to indigo and she needed to hurry.

   Whether it was the distraction of her erotic musings or just her normal
cluelessness Jenny was caught completely off guard when pair of hands
grabbed her knickers and whisked them down her legs.  With an  -�eep -� of
surprise she tried to turn and face her attacker but with the panties
around her ankles she only managed to trip herself.  Jenny hit the floor
hard and the air whooshed from her lungs.  Almost as quickly as she fell a
pack of small bodies landed on her back and legs and drove out her little
remaining breath.  Their combined weight was more than enough to trap her
in place as someone yanked the knickers free.  Shrill war whoops echoed
from the cinder block walls as the thieves dashed for the door.  Jenny
leapt (and jiggled) to her feet and took off in hot pursuit.

   The knickernappers had a good lead as they scurried off down a
hedge-bordered path but Jenny was well used to running under adverse
conditions.  The rhythmic bounce of her magnificent breasts hardly slowed
her pace and the cool air caressing her bare bum simply spurred her on. 
Even running in high heels was something she had long experience with so
she was rapidly closing the gap when they disappeared around a bend.

   Jenny pelted round the corner and skidded to a halt.  No one was in
sight but her panties lay on the ground just visible in the dim light.  
-�They must have thrown them away to make their escape -� she thought and
nearly picked them up before she noticed the loop of rope surrounding the
knickers.  Jenny stood back and nibbled the end of her finger in
indecision. She desperately wanted them back but was wary of the obvious
trap.  Cautiously she bent to examine the snare.  Either she could try a
quick snatch to retrieve her property or she could beat a hasty retreat. 
Inevitably, Jenny made the wrong choice .

   With a hiss like the noise of a well-swung whip a sapling sprang upright
and Jenny -(TM)s lassoed wrist was pulled in the air.  The hem of her short
shift rose well above her hips as she teetered on her tiptoes and cursed
herself for an idiot.  The rustle of movement in the underbrush made her
yank frantically on her bound arm but before she could slip free Jenny was
surrounded by the hunting party.  They watched her impassively while she
unsuccessfully tried to tug her skirt down to a more modest level.  None of
them were taller than her shoulder but their silence was unnerving.

    -�Er, Hello, boys.  I -(TM)m sorry if I interrupted your merit badge
test -� she suggested tentatively.

   One of them scooped up her knickers and stuffed them in his pack.

    -�If you need those for your --ah --.scavenger hunt be my guest -� she
invited nervously.

   One of the tallest Scouts approached and spoke,  -�We are the Clan of
the Great Beast, Yellowhair -�

    -�I see -� replied Jenny when plainly she did not  -�Do you suppose you
could cut me down now? -�

   He took a grip on her hair and dragged her face down to his level.  
-�No -� he answered and then a succession of actions took place so rapidly
Jenny -(TM)s only reactions were instinctive.  Someone with exceptionally
horny fingers gave her ass a massive pinch and when she opened her mouth to
scream the leader jammed her mouth full of a wadded scarf.  When her free
hand went to cover her poor throbbing bum it was captured, roped and hauled
up next to the other wrist.  A tall pole furnished with long ropes was
pressed against her spine.  Meanwhile the spokesman whipped his own scarf
behind her neck and tied her gag in place.  Overhead two Scouts shimmied
along a handy tree branch and fastened their captive -(TM)s wrists to the
pole.  Others at ground level took the trailing ropes and began to circle
Maypole Jenny on nimble cloven hooves.  The tightly wound lines
crisscrossed her luscious form and welded her inescapably to the pole. 
When they were done the rope ends were tied in a neat wrap around her
ankles.  Jenny squirmed delightfully but ineffectively as the Scouts
lowered her to the ground.  With commendable teamwork they hoisted her on
their shoulders and eased through a gap in the hedge.

   Jenny could see the bright morning sky through gaps in the forest canopy
but in the woods it was still twilight dim.  Mist filled the low areas and
the birds were making more than enough racket to cover the noise of their
passage and Jenny -(TM)s well muffled protests of the curious hands, which
were using this opportunity to explore her semi-naked body.  Distracted by
the groping and unable to watch their route from her awkward position she
was surprised when they entered a cave and plunged underground.  A kink in
the passage soon shut off the light from the entrance and the band slowed
to a shuffle as they felt their way along.  At the slower pace, the hands
had more time to grope her and Jenny had to suppress a moan as her
traitorous body reacted to the ceaseless touching.  Trapped in the dark she
found it difficult to ignore the sensations flooding her body and her
control was beginning to crumble when she noticed the tunnel getting
lighter and sounds of activity ahead.

   The Scouts stopped teasing her as they left the tunnel and entered a
domed chamber lit with a strange mix of primitive torches and gas lanterns.
The hunters laid her belly down on a large flat stone and quickly stripped
off her bindings along with her remaining clothes.  If her arms and legs
hadn -(TM)t been numb Jenny would have tried to run then but they expertly
fastened her in place long before she could recover.  Bent over the rock
table with her legs spread and tied to the base and her arms bound to the
opposite corners the naked prisoner could only watch nervously as events
unfolded.

   The capture team approached a group of Scouts sitting around a central
fire.  They halted outside the circle and their leader declared  -�We have
hunted -�

    -�You are mighty hunters -� the tallest of the seated Scouts replied.
Despite her precarious situation Jenny rolled her eyes at the corny
dialogue.

    -�There is the screaming Yellowhair. -� He said with a gesture and
Jenny blushed to the roots of her hair when she realized how noisy she
-(TM)d been in the tent.

    -�She will be pleasing to the Great Beast.  Join the circle -�

   As the Scouts arranged themselves around the fire the  -�elder -� stood
and started speaking as a drummer beat a slow rhythm.   -�We are the Clan
of the Great Beast.  He brings us strength -�

    -�Strength, strength -� the assembly chanted.

    -�We honor the power of his mighty Horn -�

    -�Power, power -�

    -�Tonight the voice of the female, Yellowhair, will call his spirit to
us.  Her sacrifice will bring him amongst us -� the elder intoned.

   Jenny -(TM)s head snapped up at the word  -�sacrifice -� and she
wriggled frantically to slip her bonds.  The whole thing was getting way
too Children-of-the-Corn for her taste.  She twisted and bucked in an all
out attempt to escape.  Her toned body writhed on the cold hard surface as
the circle chanted nonsense syllables to a tune, which sounded
suspiciously, like  -�Louie, Louie -�.  Exhausted by her efforts Jenny was
still trying suck oxygen past her gag will the elder spoke again.

    -�Prepare for the ritual -� he ordered.  A longish bundle was passed
from Scout to Scout with each taking something as they handed it along but
in the flickering light Jenny couldn -(TM)t make out what the objects were.


    -�Salute the Horn of the Great Beast -� he demanded.  To Jenny -(TM)s
horror, a forest of rattan canes rose in the air and clattered together as
the Scouts waved them wildly.  Any doubts about their purpose disappeared
with the leader -(TM)s next sentence.

    -�Now is the time of the Scourging -�.  Her whimper went unnoticed as
the group eagerly sorted themselves into a line on her right and one on her
left and graduated from smallest to largest.  The elder moved in front of
Jenny and addressed his followers.   -�The drum will give the cadence.  One
blow per beat and one blow per man.  Alternate left and right.  Return to
the end of the line for another turn.  Hold nothing back. -� He reached
down and removed her gag.   -�Scream loud, Yellowhair, to bring the Beast.
Your trial will continue until his Power moves us. -� Jenny -(TM)s mouth
was too dry to speak but she managed a very credible moan of fear.  
-�Begin! -� he shouted.

   Jenny yelped loudly when the first Scout struck her vulnerable ass but
more from reflex than real pain.  With her high level of adrenaline she had
barely felt the slash and it was the same for the next few strikes.  The
long pauses between drumbeats were almost more excruciating than the actual
whipping but she realized that would change quickly as the stronger Scouts
got their turn.  The Scouts egged each other on as they waited, mocking the
weak and cheering the hard hits.  Some of the bolder ones felt her up as
they took a turn.  The evil ones took special care to aim for her sensitive
inner thighs.  Jenny was feeling real pain and her first earnest scream was
echoing round the room when there was a sudden interruption.

   Across from the tunnel the only other opening had been long sealed with
a heavy timber barrier.  Jenny and her tormentors stared transfixed as
something on the other side smashed heavily into the wood.  Dust flew in
the air and they could hear gravel falling to the floor as the door slowly
gave way.  Someone screamed shrilly  -�It -(TM)s the Beast -� as the leader
of the Scouts shook off his paralysis and yelled  -�Form up, form up -� and
with much pushing got his trembling troops into a skirmish line facing the
unknown menace.  The barrier blasted apart in a shower rusted nails and
rotting wood and a dark humanoid shape sprang out of the blackness.

    -�Bloody Scouts -� it bellowed and charged their line.  The impact
tumbled Scouts in all directions and the rest of the Clan dissolved in
panic.  The Beast grabbed up a handful of dropped canes and started
slashing any posterior that came within reach.  The chaos swirled around
the room knocking over lanterns and extinguishing torches as he chased his
prey.  The mob headed for the exit with the lucky ones merely pissing
themselves.  A logjam of  -�warriors -� at the tunnel entrance furnished a
plenitude of stationary targets for his fury.  Eventually, the thunder of
stampeding Scouts and the last  -�Wait up, fellas! -� faded away.

   Jenny was alone with the Beast.  She could hear its rasping breath as it
moved toward her helplessly bound form.  Its hunched body seemed enormous
in the failing light of the sole surviving torch and her eyes were saucers
as it approached then she blinked in astonishment as it said
conversationally,  -�You wouldn -(TM)t believe the muck in that passage. 
It is absolutely the filthiest place I have ever been. -� He dropped his
backpack to the floor.   -�When I woke up and you were missing I assumed
you -(TM)d gone to the little girl -(TM)s room. -� John continued as he
tossed aside his grubby hat and pulled down the bandanna covering his lower
face.   -�Then I heard the chanting coming from a sinkhole behind camp and
just knew you -(TM)d be involved.  So I grabbed some supplies and followed
the sounds down the rabbit hole.  And here we are. -� During his
explanation of his dramatic arrival, John had been peeling off his soiled
spelunking clothes until he was as naked as his wife.  He looked at the
discards with distaste and commented,  -�We might as well burn these. -� He
knelt and began to rummage in his pack.   -� I have clean for us both.  I
knew you wouldn -(TM)t be able to hold on to your knickers, -� he said with
a grin.

    -�Uhm, Shouldn -(TM)t you cut me loose? -� she suggested.

    -�All in good time. -� He replied  -�Ah, here we are, the first aid
kit. First we care for the wounded. -� John affected a casual attitude as
he walk past to inspect her throbbing bum but with her head at waist level
Jenny could scarcely miss seeing his growing erection.

    -� Aahhh! -� she exclaimed as he coated her tortured flesh with some
sort of lotion.  The cool liquid brought almost instant relief to her
burning welts.

    -�Ooooohh! -� she moaned as her husband -(TM)s fingers switched from
soothing her injuries to teasing her exposed sex.  Jenny -(TM)s ultra
responsive body shivered with desire.

    -�Second -� he declared  -�We reward the knight errant that rescued the
damsel in distress. -�

    -�You, sir, are no true knight.  You are a beast -� Jenny giggled but
thrust her hips back in invitation.

   Jenny moaned again as John slid slowly into her.  She savored the weight
of him as he reached the bottom of his stroke and paused to caress her
smooth curves.  Jen thought being between a rock and a hard place had never
felt so good.  John gripped her hips and thrust rhythmically.  Jenny felt
her climax building as the in and out got longer, faster and harder.

    -�Well, in that case -� he panted  -�Third, we release the power of the
Horn. -�
    -�Ohmigawd!  ohmigawd!, ohmigawd! -� Jenny wailed --.