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   JENNY AND WHAT GOES UP MUST COME DOWN by Metromanic J enny Champion of
the World By Brummie Jenny in Lust for Revenge By Brummie Voodoo Jenny By
Brummie Jenny and the Inheritance By Brummie I Cream On Jenny by Vern
Sutorippa Jenny By Brummie



   JENNY AND WHAT GOES UP MUST COME DOWN A Story by Metromanic

   It was one of those spring days that herald the start of summer.  The
air was crisp, but bright sunshine broke through the budding leaves of the
forest canopy and highlighted the golden splashes of the new season's
daffodils and primroses.

   Jack shifted comfortably in his vantage point, feeling the sun warming
his back through the fabric of his mackintosh.  It was early in the year
for him to be out; his strange hobby required him to be naked under his
raincoat, but on a sunny day like this  -" why not?

   This was a new spot for him  -" the police had started taking too much
of an interest in his previous stamping ground and he had moved on rather
than risk another arrest.  The desk sergeant had made it clear that if he
saw him again it would be a custodial sentence, they had even given him a
nickname at the station  -" "Jack Flash" they called him.

   Jack couldn't see what the fuss was about, everyone needed an interest,
and his was exposing himself to young women.  What was the harm in that? 
He never accosted single girls and when they were in groups they just
laughed at him, giving them a giggle and him a thrill  -" it was a win  -"
win situation.  Only the kill-joys reported him.

   The sound of distant conversation distracted Jack from his eternal self-
justification, and he strained his eyes into the distance.  He had chosen
his spot well.  There was a little river in a deep cutting that ran through
the forest here, and its meanders had incised spits of land with steeply
sloping and heavily wooded sides.  Jack was perched at the top of one of
these spits, and his position gave him long views in either direction. 
What he saw made him gasp and lick his lips in anticipation.

   Walking along the path above the stream were two girls, = and what girls
they were!!!  One was slim and dark with a sinuous athletic build,
feminised by above average sized breasts which even from this distance
looked high and firm, from their movement beneath the fabric of her shirt
Jack knew she wasn't wearing a bra.  As she got closer he could see she was
a beauty  -" her dark features and high cheekbones offset by pouting sulky
crimson lips.  She was the kind of woman who would turn every head in any
room she walked into, but even she was eclipsed by the vision of beauty
that walked beside her.

   At first this woman looked like an angel, her head surrounded by a
golden glow like a halo  -" this wonderful optical illusion caused by the
sun shining through her hair, making each gossamer filament light up.  The
hair framed a face of such perfection it hurt to look at her.  Her features
were of classic natural beauty, the proportions ideal, the eyes crystal
blue the lips just the right shade of red and the whole composition
enhanced by a look of innocence and an unawareness of her own beauty.  But
even this amazing face, with its stunning features, was surpassed by the
body that supported it.

   Her figure was the very epitome of feminine beauty.  Her breasts full
and hips generous but her figure trim and her waist delicate.  Even under
her sensible clothing her every step produced a sexy jut of the hips and a
symphony of jiggles and bounces.  She was, in short, nothing less than
perfect.

   Jenny (for it was she) had no idea of the effect she was having on the
distant watcher.  She was feeling good now, the effect of last night's
humiliation all but worn off.  She still couldn't work out how she had
managed to get locked into the ensuite bathroom totally naked, nor why
there hadn't been any towels in there to cover herself, nor why even Ashley
had seen fit to enlist the help of the entire male hotel staff to set her
free.  The Manager had even had the cheek to give her a lecture, as she
stood there naked trying to cover herself with her hands; accusing her of
deliberately sabotaging the lock.  As if she would do such a thing!  Ashley
hadn't helped either standing in the corner giggling to herself  -" she'd
blamed it on near hysteria later, but it seemed particularly insensitive at
the time.

   Jenny was fine now though, she had dressed this morning in sports bra
and panties, a thick plaid shirt, jeans held up by a strong belt and her
feet were encased in sturdy hiking boots.  There was no way she could have
a clothing mishap dressed like this.

   Ashley was not feeling so happy; in fact she was in a high old sulk. 
Why on earth had she let Jenny talk her into this stupid walking holiday?
Seven days in the god-forsaken countryside, miles from the nearest boutique
or cocktail bar with nobody but the blond bimbo for company, - it was
enough to make you spit!  At least there had been last night's diversion
for entertainment.  She replayed her mental image of Jenny standing pink,
flustered and naked trying ineffectually to cover her nudity as half a
dozen leering men looked on.  She chuckled to herself and turned her
thoughts to further schemes for revenge.

   Jenny meanwhile had spotted a rare treasure growing beside the track. 
It couldn't be  -- -- -- --.., it wasn't -- -- -- -- yes!!  How wonderful -
it was a lesser cudweed; a rarity in itself at any time, but this one was
in bloom.  She stopped suddenly and bent down, keen to get a closer look at
the unusual flower.  So rapturous she didn't think of Ashley walking close
behind her.

   Ashley was equally diverted by her own thoughts and didn't see Jenny
bending over until it was too late, Her friends shapely posterior caught
her square in the hip, knocking her off balance.  The brunette teetered for
a few seconds, wind-milling her arms as she tried to regain her balance,
but it was all to no avail, she slipped and fell -- --.  Normally this
would have resulted in nothing worse than a minor loss of dignity for
Ashley, - a small fall with no worse result than a bruise on her lovely
derriere.  But unfortunately for her she was standing at he top of a
fifteen-foot drop leading down to the river below, and it was down this
that she fell.  Finally finding herself sitting on the pebbly bank of the
little river, her head spinning, while Jenny looked down anxiously from
above.

   "Ashley -- -- --..  Ashley.  Are you ok?"

   Ashley ran a mental checklist  -" nothing seemed broken.  Her shock
gradually turning to anger.

   "Yes I am, no thanks to you.  Don't just stand there looking at me you
stupid cow, get me out of here!"

   "But how?  You can't climb up this bank, we need a rope or something."

   High above them Jack stood up, -this was the perfect opportunity!  He
could go down and act the part of the hero to the two distressed damsels;
he was sure that this would give him the chance to repeatedly expose
himself to them.  He was just about to climb down when the sound of distant
song made him hastily crouch back down.

   "Oh we're riding along on the crest of a wave, And the sun is in the sky
--.."

   Jenny also heard the sound, and straightened up to look back up the
track.  She knew that song, - surely it couldn't be-.

   "We all have our eyes on The distant horizon And the world is gliding by
--."

   To Jenny's horror her worst fears materialised, as round the bend came a
troop of boy scouts, marching in step, swinging their arms in time and
singing lustily.

   Jenny panic-stricken looked left and right up and down the track maybe
if she ran for it now she could escape.  She knew from experience that any
encounter with boy scouts usually ended up in embarrassment and
humiliation. But her best friend was trapped and she couldn't leave her at
the mercy of these horrible children.  She straightened and faced the
oncoming adolescents her natural naivety taking over.  Perhaps these lads
could help her rescue Ashley.

   Patrol leader Nigel Molsworth Junior stopped dead as he spotted the
vision of loveliness standing by the path, causing the rest of his patrol
to crash into him.  The scouts were in the middle of a weekend woodland
trial, which seemed mostly to consist of tying knots and making bivouacs
and they were soundly bored.  Nigel adjusted his pebble glasses and peered
at the woman, perhaps she offered some chance of entertainment.

   Jenny smiled bravely.  "I wonder if you boys can help, my friend has
fallen down the bank."

   Molsworth Junior looked over the edge.  There was, indeed, another
beautiful young woman sitting by the edge of the river looking dazed and
rather angry.

   "Don't worry ma'am we'll have her up in a jiffy."

   The patrol immediately became a blur of activity, Nigel directing
matters from a low tussock.  A coil of rope (strangely covered in knots)
was miraculously produced.  This was thrown across the bough of a tree that
hung over the riverbank below so that it dangled down to where Ashley sat.
Jenny was impressed, clearly they were planning to hoist her back up, Jenny
started feeling guilty about her previous worries, clearly these lads were
only interested in rescue, her faith in human nature began to return.

   Molsworth walked to the edge of the drop and looked down thoughtfully.
"I think we need to send a couple of chaps down first to set things up. 
Jenkins, Humphreys, we'll lower you down; you can make sure she's secure,
we'll hoist her up then send the rope back down for you."

   Two enthusiastic adolescents stepped forward with a smart salute and a
"Yessir."

   "We'll need the rest of us on the rope." Molsworth turned to Jenny.  "I
wonder if you would mind giving us a hand Ma'am.  You're bigger than us
you'd be ideal as the anchor."

   Jenny was pleased to be able to help.  "Of course young man." She said
ruffling his hair.

   Molsworth turned away in annoyance smoothing his coiffure back into
place.  He hated it when adults patronised him, perhaps he could teach this
one a lesson.

   Jenny stood patiently as a couple of scouts secured the rope round her
waist.  They spent a while fiddling around there, there bobbing heads
concealing what they were doing, but she was glad they were spending enough
time to make sure all the knots were right.  Eventually they were ready and
she stood at the back while the rest of the troop lined up in front of her
holding the rope.  The two designated rescuers held onto the other end of
the rope and swung out over the void.

   At first things went well, Jenny and the boys easily taking the strain.
And very gradually they began to lower the load.  And then suddenly --..

   Everything went wrong!!!!

   By an incredible coincidence all the boys who were helping Jenny with
the rope tripped over in unison and let go of their grip.  Jenny was left
holding on by herself.  For a moment, feet planted and sinews straining she
thought she might make it, but she was no match in weight for two strapping
adolescents; she was jerked forward, then as the two boys dropped, off her
feet and upwards, so that as they went down she went up.

   She suddenly found herself in mid air, a dozen feet up suspended by her
waist while the two boys had landed on the river bank, their fall broken by
Ashley who for the second time that day was knocked dizzy.

   The two resourceful boys (mindful of not losing their way out) tied
their end of the rope to a handy tree root, leaving Jenny hanging up in the
tree while they attended to Ashley.

   Jenny, confused and panicked by her predicament made a fatal mistake. 
She loosened her grip on the rope to gesticulate at the scouts below. 
"Help!!" she shouted.

   You cannot ignore the laws of physics, and as we all know if something
is balanced across a central pivot the heavier side will go downwards, the
lighter will go up.  In Jenny's case the pivot was the rope round her waist
and due to her magnificent upper physique her top was the heavier side of
the balance.  It was not surprising, therefore, that Jenny suddenly found
herself hanging upside down.

   Normally this would have been an uncomfortable position, no more than
that, but as Jenny hung there she felt a movement from the rope round her
waist.  The knot it was tied with seemed to be some sort of cunning
slipknot and she began to feel the rope working upwards over her hips,
pulling at her jeans as it did so.  Jenny said a silent prayer of thanks
for the stout leather belt she had buckled on this morning, - that would
make sure her jeans stayed on.  But then  -" horror of horrors!  She felt
her jeans being pulled over her hips; her belt seemed to be unbuckled and
the top of her jeans unbuttoned, - how did that happen?  Jenny made a
despairing grab at her jeans, but too late!  She was only in time to grab
her shirt tails and hold them against herself front and back to preserve
her modesty as the rope rolled down to her ankles where it lodged taking
her jeans and -- -- --.  No!!!!  Her panties with it.  Jenny was left
dangling by her ankles with bare legs and flanks and only her shirttails to
hide her nudity her long blond hair hanging down.  The blood, propelled by
embarrassment and gravity, rushed to her cheeks.  She stifled a panicky
sob. Why did everything always go wrong for her?

   Meanwhile, down on the ground, the scout troop on the higher land had
picked themselves up and were craning their necks to look at Jenny with
excitement and frustration, the upturned blond had succeeded in pinning the
shirt tails between her legs and was showing the eager boys below nothing
more then the sides of her quivering buttocks.

   The two other lads, down by the river hoisted the groggy Ashley to her
feet and supported her as she swayed on rubbery legs.  Making sure they
kept a loop of rope round the tree root so that Jenny stayed up in her
lofty perch they tied the free end round Ashley's wrists  -" the brunette
was far too stunned to hang on to the rope by herself.  They then loosened
the loop round the tree root expecting Jenny's slightly greater weight to
pull Ashley back up to the top of the bank.

   But --.

   Nothing happened!  Obviously the friction of the rope as it passed over
the branch was stopping Jenny's weight from pulling the other girl up. 
Ashley's arms were pinned above her head, but her legs were still planted
firmly on terra  -" firma.  Molsworth Junior looking down on this scene
from above grasped the situation in a flash.

   "You'll have to lighten the load chaps, take her boots off."

   Jenkins and Humphreys soon divested the brunette of her heavy hiking
boots.  On the other end of the rope Jenny shifted down fractionally. 
Ashley rose on to her tiptoes but still didn't leave the ground.  The two
scouts looked at each other  -" the situation was clearly desperate.  If
they were to save the dark haired beauty drastic action was called for. 
They unbuckled her jeans and pulled them off.  Ashley resplendent in just a
shirt and panties rose a couple of inches off the ground but still didn't
go any further up.  There was only one thing for it -- --

   Ashley regained consciousness as the two lads went to work with their
Swiss army penknives.  She felt and heard the snip snip of the handy
scissor attachments as they began to cut the rest of her clothes from her
body.

   Snip snip.

   "Stop -- -- --.  Stop!!!  What are you doing!!!

   Her shirt was pulled away, leaving her topless and exposed, her brown
nipples crinkling in the cold spring air.  She rose a foot off the ground
but no higher.

   "Leave me alone you little bastards!!!"

   The scouts were hurt  -" they were only trying to help.

   Snip snip.

   Ashley felt her panties being pulled away, leaving her totally naked,
hanging from her wrists like some poor medieval prisoner.  Never had she
been so humiliated.

   "You boys are in sooo much trouble when I get free."

   The scouts had all stopped and were gazing at her, mesmerised by her
naked splendour, taking in the details of her neatly trimmed pubic hair and
her toned buttocks and her pert breasts, stretched taught by her strained
posture.  For some of them it was the first time they had seen a naked
woman outside of pictures.  Jenkins and Humphreys who were up close to this
vision of loveliness thought they would die of rapture.  But still she was
only a couple of feet off the ground.

   It was Molsworth Junior who was the first to snap out of the trance.  He
called down to his patrol members below.

   "You'll have to try and lift her as high as you can, we'll see if we can
pull the other one down."

   Humphreys and Jenkins looked at each other in stunned delight, then at
the naked brunette; never before had their patrol leader assigned them such
a pleasurable task.  They couldn't believe this could be right, but it was
their duty.  Dodging Ashley's kicking feet they stepped forward and grasped
the naked girl, lifting her until they could get their hands under her
buttocks then hoisting her as high as they could while she squirmed and
struggled, protesting as their invasive hands kneaded her exposed flesh.

   "No -- -- -- Stop.  STOP!!!  Get your fingers out of there!!!!!!!! 
LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!"

   Meanwhile at the top the cliff Molsworth looked up at the slowly
rotating Jenny.  She was still clearly out of reach.  He beckoned over the
biggest kid in the troop; fat Timmy Tarbuck, and ordered him to bend down
so that he could climb on to his shoulders.  Timmy grunted with effort, but
took the burden and slowly stood up.

   Molsworth stretched up.  His grasping fingers brushing the very tips of
Jenny's hair.  He stretched up again  -" just another inch and he had hold
of a hank of golden strands.  He yanked hard.

   Jenny felt like her scalp was being pulled off.

   "Ow!!!!  Let go.  That hurts!!"

   Molsworth was used to obeying adults so he let go.  His first pull had
dragged the blond down another foot or so; so now his questing fingers were
able to get a grasp on the back of Jenny's shirt and he pulled again.

   Meanwhile Timmy Tarbuck's stout legs, tested by all the movement and
stretching of his load, finally gave way and he fell, leaving his patrol
leader hanging in mid air, still firmly holding onto the back of Jenny's
shirt.  For a moment the boy and Jenny swung together like a human pendulum
then the shirttails pulled out from between Jenny's legs.  Molsworth felt
himself falling, still holding Jenny's shirt as it ripped free from her
body.  He made a despairing grasp with his other hand and managed to grab
something.

   To his amazement he felt himself being slowly lowered to the ground, one
hand holding onto the shirt, now entirely torn away from Jenny, the other
hand holding on to a strap of some kind.  His sedate journey back to earth
over Molsworth looked around himself and saw the rest of his patrol.  To
his surprise they were all looking at a spot about six feet above his head
all with there mouths hanging open, a couple of them were even dribbling.
His eyes followed theirs upwards.

   The first thing he saw from his foreshortened perspective were a pair of
pretty feminine hands.  They appeared to be tied together with some sort of
white elastic material, the other end of which he was holding on to.  His
eyes travelled upwards further.  The next thing he saw was a beautiful
feminine face, upside down and framed in a halo of blond hair, the cheeks
of the face were flushed scarlet with shame or embarrassment, the bright
blue eyes full of tears and the mouth with its red lips and perfect teeth
opened wide with shock.  His gaze travelled further upwards still.  The
next thing he saw were the alabaster mounds of two amazing breasts.  The
force of gravity making them impossibly perky in their inverted position.
Each breast was crowned with a pink rosebud nipple, which before his
delighted eyes became erect, the aureole crinkling into intricate swirls of
flesh.  His eyes travelled further up the suspended form where a triangle
of golden hair told him that the woman above him was totally nude.

   He finally understood what had happened; as he had fallen not only had
he ripped Jenny's shirt away from her body, but his other hand had caught
in her bra which had been pulled over her head and down her arms, becoming
entangled with her hands.

   Jenny was totally helpless, stretched between the loop of rope round her
ankles and the newly installed tie around her wrists formed by her roughly
stripped sports bra.  She felt herself on the verge of hysteria, never had
she been so mortified she felt all the fight leave her, there was only one
thing she could do -- -- Plead.

   "Please --." (in a small voice).  "Please,- help me get down, please,
let me put my clothes back on -- -- -- Please, I wont tell anyone."

   The scout troop was too mesmerised to respond.  They gazed in awe at the
splendid body above them, watching as the pink spread from her cheeks to
her chest, until her whole body was one big blush.  She wriggled, trying to
escape her bounds, her whole body trembling and shivering.  As the boys
watched a shaft of sunlight broke through the foliage and illuminated the
soft down between her legs, making the hair glow and revealing a hint of
pink underneath.

   Again it was Molesworth (who took his position of responsibility
seriously) that reacted first.  He stood up, and pulled slowly on the bra,
so that Jenny came lower, the tips of her hair lightly bushing the ground.
A rustle from the foliage at the edge of the cliff turned all heads. 
Ashley had long since been pulled free of the disappointed grasp of
Humphreys and Jenkins who were now scrambling up the cliff after her.  She
now appeared over the edge of the drop and swung towards Jenny.

   To the assembled scouts' delight the two suspended nude girls softly
collided, top to tail, blond to brunette, breast to belly.  And hung
together, rotating nakedly in the watery sunlight.  The patrol could no
longer control itself, cameras both digital and cellular appeared from
uniform pockets.  Images were created to be kept for years as private
treasures or posted on the Internet.  Some of the boys posed beside the
hanging duo, hands proudly grasping an exposed breast or buttock.

   The two girls were now completely incoherent with shock and
embarrassment and could only hang there as the ordeal went on -- --.  And
on -- -- -- And on -- -- -- -- -- -- --...  Until a shrill whistle pierced
the excited babble of the boys.  Molesworth straightened from his position
beside Jenny, removing his hand guiltily from the cleft of her buttocks, he
knew that sound, it was the scout leader's whistle.  If the leader
discovered this scene there would be hell to pay.  He hastily assembled his
rapturous patrol, and quite suddenly the boys were gone back down the path
in the direction of the sound, leaving the two girls naked tied and alone
shivering in the cold air, ready to be discovered by the next passer by.

   At first the girls were too stunned by their experience to do anything
other than hang there in a surreal aerial soixante-neuf.  They were just
glad to be free of the adolescent attentions.  The two girls had come to
rest front-to-front with Ashley the right way up and Jenny upside down so
that their top-to-tail positions meant they were looking straight at each
other's bush.  Ashley, given a close quarters view of the golden fuzz
between Jenny's legs and feeling her ample breasts pressing against her
belly began to feel her anger rising.  How could she have ended up in this
predicament?  It was this stupid blond cow's fault; she couldn't bear to be
close to her any longer.

   Ashley bent her knees and managed to get her legs up between her and
Jenny.  Planting her feet in Jenny's belly she pushed as hard as she could
so that Jenny's hanging body arced away from her.

   But of course, in this situation Jenny was just a pendulum, and although
she swung sedately away, rotating slowly, she just as surely swung back. 
Watching Jenny's naked body swinging back Ashley just couldn't bear the
thought of being pressed up against her again.  Jenny had turned enough so
that her lovely bottom was turned towards Ashley and as she swung back into
range Ashley landed a well-aimed kicked on Jenny's shapely right buttock so
that she swung back away again.  "This is your fault you stupid bimbo." She
yelled as she watched a red mark appear on the perfect flesh.

   Jenny upside down and naked couldn't believe this further indignity, her
own friend turning on her!  Jenny was slow to anger but she had finally had
enough.  As the two girls swung back together they had rotated so that
Jenny had turned towards Ashley who now had her back towards Jenny.  Jenny
swung her arm back as far as she could and lashed out hard, landing a
stinging slap on Ashley's backside, watching the flesh f her buttock quiver
and a red handprint appear.  "I could have run away and left you, - you
bitch" she shouted.

   And that was it  -" the two girls were suddenly fighting properly
screaming at each other and landing blows whenever they could on any part
of the other's anatomy that swung into view, spinning and swinging with the
force of their exertion in a bizarre aerial ballet.

   High above Jack Flash, who had been watching the scene with mounting
excitement unfolded himself from his hiding place and started to clamber
down.  This was his chance!  He knew that this was the zenith of his
flashing career, the opportunity to expose himself to two naked, beautiful
and captive girls.  He knew that nothing would ever be as good as this
again.  He licked his lips in anticipation.



   Jenny Champion of the World By Brummie

   Initially Commander Holt was so shocked by the message he received that
he made the speaker confirm what he'd been told.  Shock turned to surprise
then intrigue and finally excitement.  He buzzed the intercom and gave
strict instructions to his secretary.  Within a minute his door opened and
she ushered Jenny Richards into his presence.  His secretary, Mrs. 
Prendergast, gave him a very stern disapproving look and tutted before
turning on her heal and stalking out of the office.  This couldn't be
helped.  Holt couldn't contain his curiosity as to how this staggering
situation had come about.

   'Well Agent Richards.  you requested to see me'.  'Yes Sir' replied the
most beguiling and feminine member of his MI6 team.  'I encountered a
situation a short while ago and I thought it best that I made you aware of
it'.  'Hmm, I see.  Well please carry on' he replied his appreciative gaze
traveling up and down her figure.

   Jenny began her tale slowly 'I popped out during the lunch break Sir, to
withdraw some money from the bank.  I was waiting in the queue when I
noticed something curious at one of the tellers windows.  A man was being
served by the woman cashier.  She loaded all the money from her cash draw
into a canvas bag and passed it to the customer'.

   'Well this is all very interesting Agent Richards but I hope there's
more than just a description of your lunch hour' interrupted Holt.

   'Yes Sir.  It's just that I didn't see him sign any withdrawal slip or
pass over a cheque to cash, in fact nothing.  The only movement he made was
to twirl a small shiny coin he had on a chain round his neck.  'Hmmm.  Go
on'.  'Well he just took the cash bag and walked nonchalantly out of the
Bank.  I was the next customer at that window and I asked to withdraw some
cash.  The girl seemed pre- occupied but she opened the draw and seemed
very perturbed that there was no money there'.

   'So what are you saying' demanded Holt still confused.  'Well Sir, I can
only think of one way that you can get money from a bank without signing
something, a slip or form.  Something.  'And that is?'.  'Well..if you were
robbing it Sir'.

   'Are you telling me you witnessed a bank robbery and did nothing?' asked
Holt.  'No, of course not Sir.  To be honest I wasn't sure the bank had
been robbed.  The cashier was still confused and wasn't sure whether the
money was missing or not.  I decided on a different course.  I dashed out
of the bank and tried to spot the man.  He was about a hundred yards away
so I set off after him.  I couldn't just go up to a stranger and accuse him
of bank robbery so I set out to follow him to see if he made any suspicious
moves'.

   'Go on Agent Richards.  What happened next?' said Holt.

   'Well Sir, I trailed him for about half a mile when he went into a small
restaurant.  I followed him in and took a seat behind him where I could
watch him and he couldn't see me.  He only ordered a sandwich and a coffee
so within twenty minutes we were off again.  He took a very meandering
route and he wasn't walking fast so I was beginning to think I was mistaken
and he was innocent when he made a very quick call on his mobile.  He
turned into a narrow alley, I waited a while then followed him in.  After
about thirty yards there was a door I thought he was heading for but he
ignored it and carried on past.  However as I came abreast of it it opened
and I was grabbed by a massive pair of black hands.

   'Crikey, Agent Richards what happened then?' enquired Holt now becoming
more interested.

   'Well Sir then I became Champion of the World' replied Jenny.

   The silence lengthened.  Holt looked at her stunned.  That definitely
wasn't the answer he was expecting.  'What?' he asked baffled.

   'I became Champion of the World.  Sir' repeated Jenny only slower this
time.

   'What the blistering blue barnacles are you talking about Richards'
shouted Holt using some of the rich vocabulary he'd learned in twenty five
years at sea.  'This isn't some sort of game you know.  Champion at what
may I ask'.

   'Well I'm the World Champion of Bl.......' began Jenny who suddenly
stopped in mid sentence.  She appeared stunned for a few seconds before her
cheeks turned a deep pink and she put her face in her hands A tiny dam
within her brain had burst and the memories of the previous hour flooded
back into her conscious mind.  She cried out mortified 'Oh my God, what
have I done'.

   . . . . .

   Jenny followed the man into the dark alley between two buildings in one
of the older parts of London.  He was wearing a long brown well worn rain
coat and a matching floppy hat pulled down to conceal his features.  He'd
just robbed a bank and despite appearances all his senses were on high
alert.  He'd noticed the woman in the queue in the bank, She frankly stood
out like a beacon.  Her long blonde hair, amazing figure and super model
face made her impossible to miss.  He was surprised when he spotted her in
the mirror in the restaurant.  She seemed to be watching him intently.  His
worst suspicions were confirmed when he got up to leave and she called for
her bill and within a few seconds exited the eatery behind him.  He walked
slowly while coolly formulating a plan then made a phone call.  He headed
for the rendezvous leading her into the trap he'd laid for her.

   Inside the dingy room three men were sprawled around in various states
of alertness waiting for news of the latest heist by their boss.  The
trilling of the old fashioned black phone thundered into the silence
jerking them awake.  A small, stick thin rat faced felon picked up the
receiver and listened becoming more alarmed with each passing second.  'OK
boss' he said before putting the phone down.  'Nathan, a small job for you'
he said.

   The biggest Negro he'd ever seen rose like a colossus from an easy
chair. He stood with a vacuous expression on his face and waited for
instructions.  'Blonde coming down alley.  You grab.  OK' said Sid the
Shive slowly and clearly making sure Nathan understood despite the
simplicity of the command.  Outside the hat and coat man surreptitiously
knocked twice on the door in passing.  Sid waited ten seconds then cracked
it open and watched.  As the blonde came level he threw the door open and
Nathan surged through grabbed the woman following his boss, covered her
mouth with an enormous paw and dragged her into the dark interior.

   Hearing the commotion behind him the boss turned and seeing Jenny
captured retraced his steps.  He followed the pair through the door closing
it after him.  Jenny's struggles were futile when pitted against the huge
black mans muscles.  He held her firmly but gently until she realised she
was just wasting energy and quieted down, watching the men warily.  The
boss man and Sid were in conference.  After a minute Sid turned to look at
her.  He saw her bag lying on the floor were it'd fallen.  A quick search
soon turned up Jenny's MI6 security pass.  Silently he showed it to the
boss and they returned to their huddle.

   Jenny couldn't hear anything until just as the boss began turning he
said 'I'll remove the memory' to Sid.  During their conversation the other
man had been studying Jenny.  Even in the dim light and with half her face
covered and her body wrapped around by Nathan's other beefy arm her beauty
was obvious.  Fat Tony, so called for obvious reasons, whispered urgently
in Sid's ear.  Sid in turn looked searchingly at Jenny and relayed the
message in the same whisper to the Boss.

   'No.  You know I can't make them do anything they wouldn't do
voluntarily, and besides I won't allow it'.  A downcast Fat Tony whispered
to Sid again and once again the message was relayed.  The Boss stood
silently deep in thought while looking intently at Jenny.  She tried to
stare back resolutely but she could guess what Fat Tony was suggesting, he
looked the sort.  After a minute the Boss said 'OK, I'll give it a try.  I
think a little retribution isn't unfair for the trouble we're being put
to'. He advanced and Jenny stiffened as he came and stood in front of her.

   He opened his coat and drew out the chain that hung round his neck.  At
it's center hung a small coin.  He gripped the bracket the coin hung from
between his thumb and finger and began twirling it.  'Look at the shiny
coin dear' he said.

   . . . . .

   Jenny blinked in the bright spotlights that shone down directly on her.
She was standing in a small circular arena surrounded by banks of seats
that extended upwards and outward as far as she could see.  Every seat was
filled with a mass of indistinct people.  The noisy excited crowd stared at
her making her feel like a gladiator in ancient Rome waiting for the
Emperor to decide if she lived or died .

   'WELCOME' shouted the MC into his microphone.  'WELCOME LADIES AND
GENTLEMEN TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP FINALLY.  As you can see' he continued in a
more normal conversational tone now he had the crowd's attention.  'We are
down to the last two contestants'.  He raised his voice again and pointing
introduced 'FROM BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, THE AMERICAN FINALIST...BRITTANY'.
The crowd exploded into applause and cat calls.  'AND FROM LITTLE OLD
ENGLAND, PLEASE WELCOME ....JENNY'.  Again the crowd cheered and clapped
like loonies.  The noise level about the same so neither contestant seemed
to be the favourite.

   Jenny looked across the stage toward her opponent.  Brittany was a
goddess in human form.  Brunette, tall as her and if anything even bigger
in the chest department.  Even Jenny felt a twinge of attraction in her
loins.  Brittany was sex on legs.  The MC started up again.

   'OK ladies and Gentlemen you know what comes first'.

   They chanting started low but soon grew until everyone was screaming
'STRIP, STRIP, STRIP'.

   'Shhh' the MC quieted them.  'Can we have the lottery winners please'.
Two men detached themselves from the throng and climbed the steps onto the
stage.  They high five'd each other and then split so each stood beside a
contestant.  'Well ladies you knew the rules when you signed on.  The
finalists will compete naked.  Gentlemen enjoy your prize.  Jenny stood as
if frozen as her winner circled round and stood behind her.  For some
reason she couldn't quite fathom he was wearing a shabby brown rain coat.
He reached round her and began to unbutton her crisp white blouse.  He
undid all the buttons except one in the middle then waited until the crowd
went silent.  He gripped each side of Jenny's shirt but still waited
teasing, allowing the tension to build until with a flourish ripped it from
her body.  The crowd went wild as Jenny was exposed.  Her skirt followed
with equal ceremony so she was left in her wispy white bra and panties and
high heels.

   The lottery winner unclasped Jenny's bra at the back.  She gasped and
crossed her arms over her chest holding the bra in place.  A stern whisper
in her ear compelled her to lower her arms to her side.  Again the crowd
waited with baited breath as the stripper reached round and gripped the
centre of the bra.  He whipped it away exposing Jenny's breasts to the
mass. A collective 'Ahhh' rose as her pink tipped mammaries sprang into
view wobbling enticingly before settling back into their high firm globular
shape.  Jenny blushed deep pink and so did her areolas.  She was being
stripped for the entertainment of the crowd.  A tingle gripped her lower
belly and her nipples reacted becoming aroused.  They sprang to their full
extension as a pair of hands encircled her and cupped her breasts ever so
gently and began tenderly caressing her.  She groaned as the knowing hands
massaged her flesh.

   With a final tweak of her large pink rubbery nipples the hands left her.
She stood dazed in erotic arousal the crowd baying for more.  He waited a
full minute as the noise built, the expectation until with both hands he
grabbed the back of Jenny's panties and tore them off her.  The crowd
erupted as Jenny's naked hairless womanhood was revealed.  She gasped and
reddening then tried to cover herself with her hands.  An urgent whisper in
her ear again compelled her to relax and to return her arms to her sides.

   Not content with exposing Jenny the hands took her by the shoulders and
slowly turned her body showing off her fantastic figure, parading her, to
the entire crowd who went absolutely ape shit, chanting, whooping,
cheering.

   'Why are you doing this' asked Jenny.  'Because secretly you want me to'
answered the enigmatic whisper in her ear.

   Once more a hand reached round her body this time coming to rest on her
flat stomach and gently beginning to stroke her in a circular motion.  Her
eyes closed in pleasure as the hand caressed her.  Lower it went, lower
still until inevitably it flowed over her pubic bone and cupped her pussy.
She sighed as the hand squeezed her softly rhythmically.  The other
seemingly disembodied hand had returned to continue massaging her left tit,
the fingers ever so gently circling her nipple.

   Jenny was in heaven.  The hands caressed her knowingly, ever so softly.
A finger dragged between her puffy pussy lips until it reached her erected
clitoris and began to circle round and round it.  The crowd were forgotten
in a miasma of erotic sensations as the hands brought her higher and
higher. A finger slipped into her caressing her softest innermost moist
flesh.  Jenny's breath quickened, rasped in her throat as the hands worked
her body.  An insistent whisper in her ear urged her to let herself go, to
surrender herself to the sensations.  The fingers manipulating her pussy
quickened, thrusting slowly, still softly, but insistently.  A thumb
pressed her clit.  The whisper rasped urgently 'Now' and Jenny stiffened,
releasing herself to a trembling all over warm pervading orgasm that went
on and on seemingly forever.

   The hands held her until she could stand on her own.  The whisper in her
ear instructed her to obey the MC before leaving her alone in the
spotlight.

   'AND NOW LADIES AND GENTLEMEN .......  THE FINAL OF THE WORLD BLOWJOB
CHAMPIONSHIPS'.  Jenny gasped.  'What the hell' she thought.  'CONTESTANTS
TO YOUR POSITIONS PLEASE'.  Jenny looked over to see an equally naked
Brittany move to a small rubber mat were she knelt down and waited. 
Suddenly Jenny moved as if someone had pulled strings attached to her
limbs. She mimicked Brittany and knelt on her mat.

   'Contestants.  The final is a three man challenge.  The first to finish
all three of her men wins.  Remember of course we will need to see the
evidence of your success.  Can we have the first participants please'.  Two
men appeared.  Jenny studied her man.  He was small and stick thin with a
sharp face and wore only boxed shorts.

   'LADIES..LET THE BLOWING BEGIN'.  The crowd erupted as the contest
started.  Jenny mesmerized and confused looked over at Brittany.  She had
extracted her mans member and was attacking it with everything she had.  A
whisper in her ear commanded her to begin and again the compulsion rose
within her.  She reached for the mans shorts and drew out his dick already
semi erect in anticipation of what she was about to do.  A quick couple of
pumps with her tiny fist and she plunged him between her soft pink lips and
began to bob her head while sucking like a vacuum cleaner.

   The crowd could easily follow the action.  Enormous monitors showed the
action in glorious Technicolor.  On the biggest monitor an eighteen foot
saliva covered penis was pistoning in and out of Jenny's full pink lips as
she sucked for all she was worth.  The efforts she was putting in to it
made her breasts shimmy and shake entertaining the crowd even more.

   A cheer rose as Brittany's first man succumbed to her ministrations and
a second anonymous male appeared in his place.  Jenny re-doubled her
efforts and was soon rewarded with a groan and a cascading eruption as the
penis ejaculated into the air.  A second man appeared.  This one was
decidedly overweight and short.  Jenny paid this no mind as again she
whipped him out and began using her oral skills as only she could.  This
penis also followed the body shape of it's owner.  The first man had been
stick thin with a penis that was long and slender.  The short fat man had a
short but very thick penis.  Jenny didn't have to worry about gagging but
her jaw soon began to ache being stretched so wide.  Her tongue attacked
swirling until the man was groaning.  'Oh God yes.  Just there, like that'.
Her lips pressed hard against him and he couldn't stop himself thrusting
forward.

   Another cheer.  Brittany was still ahead as her man ejaculated.  Jenny
gripped her mans balls and gently squeezed him while sucking and tonguing
him seemingly as if her life depended on it.  He tightened and she was just
in time removing him from her mouth as he erupted hitting her across the
cheek.  He groaned and spurted once more this time hitting her across her
nose and lips.  He withdrew and she looked round.  Brittany was working
like the very devil on her last man as a shadow fell across Jenny.  She
looked round and straight into the biggest, blackest cock she had ever
seen. It resembled a small tree trunk.  At rest it was over twelve inches.
'Good God, who knows what it'll grow to in a minute' Jenny thought.  She
reached for the black snake and lifted it.  It was like picking up a soft
salami.  'It must weigh a couple of pounds' she surmised.  Again the man
matched the penis.  Tall, muscle bound and massive in every direction. 
Jenny looked up into a black face showing only a vacant expression.  The
black truncheon in her tiny delicate hand began to react and harden.  It
was like a big black snake waking from it's slumber and slowly rising to
stare at her with it's single central eye.  She used both hands to pump it
as best she could before tentatively parting her lips.  The head slipped
inside the warm wetness and she began to suck like crazy hoping Brittany
wasn't near winning.

   Her jaw began to ache again as it was stretched.  The jet black cock
began thrusting slowly.  She could only get about four inches inside her
mouth so she gripped and massaged the rest with both her hands.  She ran
her tongue round the head and along the shaft.  Dark veins stood out as
blood pumped into him bringing him to his full majestic length of fifteen
inches.  Jenny hung on for dear life as the pistoning quickened.  Deeper
and deeper he thrust, her sand paper tongue rasping over his sensitive
glands.  Her hands fondled his balls as she sucked and sucked.  She still
hadn't heard a cheer when she felt him seize.  She drew back but he grabbed
two fistfuls of her hair and she felt him erupt over her tongue.  Again and
again he spurted flooding her mouth.

   He released her and Jenny jumped up elated that she'd won the contest.
The crowd erupted again as Brittany finished her last man then her
expression turned to disappointment as she looked up to see Jenny already
celebrating.

   'JENNY WINS'.  screamed the MC and brought forward a big shiny trophy.
Jenny held it aloft drinking in the adulation of the crowd as they
applauded and cheered.  After a few minutes an urgent whisper in her ear
said 'OK my dear you can go back to the dressing room now'.

   Jenny left the arena, cheers still ringing in her ears, and headed down
a dark alley towards the light.

   . . . . .

   'Jenny'.....'Jenny'.....'JENNY' insisted Commander Holt until she looked
up at him.  'World Champion of what I said'.

   'Err...Nothing.  Nothing at all Sir'.

   'So it appears that you followed this character into a dark alley and
then found yourself back here.  Is that correct.  'Err...Yes Sir that about
sums it up Sir' lied Jenny.

   'I see' said Holt more gently.  'Ever heard of Stanislav Lazlo?'

   'Err...No Sir'.

   'He's a Hungarian who emigrated here about ten years ago.  At the start
he earned his living as a stage hypnotist but it wasn't long before he
discovered a new use for his powers and developed a little sideline in
robbery.  Not always banks.  Anywhere where money is handled but never too
large an amount that he couldn't just walk out without any fuss.  He's not
into guns or screeching getaway's.  I think this is your man in the brown
coat.  It all fits his pattern'.

   It also explains why you lost nearly an hour after you were captured. 
He's obviously used his skills to try and make you forget him and his gang.


   'Er..yes sir.  Suppose it does' said Jenny sheepishly

   'And it also explains one other thing as well'.

   'Oh what's that sir' enquired the unsuspecting blonde.

   It explains why you have no recollection of walking nearly a mile back
here through the crowded streets of London, through the security of this
building, up in the lift to this floor, along the corridor to this office
and are now calmly sitting here in front of me totally naked.

   Jenny froze then slowly looked down at her body.  She blushed the
deepest pink she had ever done at the thought of the show she'd put on then
slowly crossed her legs and covered her breasts with her arms across her
chest trying to curl up into a tiny ball.

   'Oh fuck' she groaned.

   Holt flicked the intercom.  'Mrs.  Prendergast, please bring in the
clothes I asked you to find earlier.  Thank you'. ..................

   After Jenny had gone Holt stood and crossed to sit in a deep leather
armchair.  He pictured the scene in his mind, not only of an oblivious
Jenny passing hundreds of bemused pedestrians in the street but at the
twenty minutes she'd sat facing him in nothing but a pair of high heeled
shoes.  He put his hands behind his head relaxed back and smiled broadly.
'I really should try to send Mr.  Lazlo a Christmas Card this year' he
thought happily.



   The End Jenny in Lust for Revenge.  By Brummie

   From an original idea by Lex Luthor.

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

   Dear reader,

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

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

   Consider yourself warned.



   The Prologue.

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

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

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

   Six months later...

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



   Chapter 1.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




   Chapter 2.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



   Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



   Chapter 4.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   He withdrew and re-loaded with more drug this time coating his whole
hand.  He returned grinding his knuckles between Jenny's vulva.  The
pressure built as his tiny slick hand pushed harder and harder until
inevitably it slipped all the way in.  Slowly he pushed and twisted his
fingers clenched into a tiny fist.  Jenny groaned as the dwarfs hand and
wrist slid into her body.  Mini pulled back again until his fist was nearly
all the way out before pushing back again.  As Jenny's love channel
loosened and her juices flowed Mini's fist quickened until he was pistoning
in and out, delivering the drug directly to the softest most vulnerable
flesh on her body.  The initial discomfort of the intrusion into her pussy
subsided and gradually turned to pleasure.  She mewed pathetically as Mini
repeatedly penetrated her.

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



   Chapter 5.

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

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

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

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

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

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



   Chapter 6.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



   Epilogue.

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

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

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

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

   The End



   Voodoo Jenny By Brummie

   Prologue.

   Violated, degraded, just plain dirty.  She felt all of these and more.
Holt regarded her as she told the story of her trip to the Latin American
Island of Puerta de Mer.  Tears ran down her cheeks.  She related her
arrest on trumped up charges, the trip to the interior and her ultimate
nightmare as she was used repeatedly in front of the video cameras.  The
drugs injected into her had made it seem like a dream but the bruises,
aches and pains proved her ordeal had really happened.  She had been found
wandering aimlessly.  Friendly locals treated her injuries and put her on a
boat back to civilisation.

   This wasn't the first incident of this sort coming out of Puerto de Mer.
Holt surmised that the gang perpetrating these crimes relied on the drugs
combined with the humiliation and fear keeping the women from revealing
their ordeal but an occasional one was either stronger minded than they
thought and reported the attack to the authorities or needed psychiatric
help and revealed what had happened to them to the doctors.

   Western women seemed to be the gangs primary targets now.  They'd worked
their way through the local women and were now selecting the better looking
female tourists.  Their Internet porn business was growing and more and
more victims were needed to feed the demand for the sort of videos they
provided.  The mainland authorities had struggled to close them down but
for every site they closed another popped up to replace it.

   Holt rose and came round his desk.  He gently pulled the quietly sobbing
woman to her feet and led her to the door.  He opened it and asked his
secretary to make sure she was taken home.  He watched sadly as Mrs. 
Prendergast put her arm protectively around the brunettes shoulders and
guided her away.  He hadn't mentioned that a video of her ordeal had
recently appeared on the web.  That would have been to much for her to
bare.

   Returning to his chair he sat thinking hard.  How to break up this
operation.  The local police and authorities were corrupt and couldn't be
relied on for help.  Couldn't even be relied on not to actively protect the
gang.  He knew what he'd like to do but the thought of putting his agents
into such danger, especially his female agents, was repugnant to him but he
couldn't think of any other way to flush these bastards out.

   In another part of the building Agent Jenny Richards was falling for yet
another practical joke.  Her naivety was becoming legendary in the 'Firm'
and she was constantly being tricked by the men and women alike.  Fire
drills when she was in the showers and her clothes and all the towels had
mysteriously disappeared, underwear inspections, monthly mammary grams,
dress down Fridays when she was informed that all women were required to
wear mini-skirts and stockings.

   The latest jolly jape occurred after she had completed a vigorous
martial arts workout.  She'd returned to the changing room and headed
straight to the showers.  A large sign had been placed on the stalls
indicating the plumbing was faulty and a big red arrow pointed toward an
alternative shower down the corridor in the next room.  Jenny happily
trotted off to the new shower room, stripped bare and entered a large
communal shower.  She applied a big dollop of shampoo and started merrily
washing her hair creating masses of soap suds while singing quietly to
herself.  Dipping her soapy hair under the shower she rinsed off the suds,
threw back her head and used her hands to wring out the excess water.  She
bent deeply to start washing her legs and froze as an appreciative round of
applauds rang out.  She turned to see the hunky members of the 'Firms'
five-a- side soccer team who had silently entered the shower room and were
seated on chairs watching the show.  She shrieked and bolted for the door.
Luckily the soap still dripping down her glistening body allowed her to
slip from the grasp of the nearest outstretched male paws.  She raced down
the corridor back to the ladies changing room passing a couple of startled
agents on the way.  She slammed the door behind her and leant against it
her slick wet breasts heaving mightily up and down as she tried to get her
breath back.

   She rarely learnt from her mistakes.  This time she'd escaped.  She
hadn't been so fortunate a previous time.  On that occasion she had been
surrounded by the team.  By the time she staggered from the showers she had
never felt so clean.  Each member had insisted on helping her complete her
shower and had washed and washed and washed her until she had to be held up
to prevent her collapsing.  Every nook and cranny was cleansed.  It didn't
end there as they, not unreasonably, insisted that she return the
complement.  Some of the team were large and hunky in more ways then one
and her arm soon became tired as they urged her to wash them faster and
faster.

   All the memos Jenny received were signed by Commander Holt so she fell
for even the most outlandish instructions.  Even Professor Q couldn't
resist joining in the fun.  Once Jenny had agreed to help him test an
antidote to the lust drug that Fu Man Ackenthorpe had been intending to
flood the country with before she and Suki had stepped in and stopped him
in their own unique way.

   Jenny allowed the tall distinguished professor (i.e.  dirty old man) to
massage the drug into her skin.  Within minutes she began to feel the
effect she well remembered.  Her breasts began to throb, her nipples almost
exploded with pleasure.  Soon her pussy lips swelled and moistened and her
clit erected.  She gasped and sobbed as her body once again begged for
release.  The Prof gave her a pill to swallow which she quickly gulped down
but her breathing continued to rasp in her throat and her blood pump with
arousal.  Not surprising really as the pill was only a chalk placebo. 
Eventually Jenny was in such a state of arousal she'd begged the Professor
to give her release which he was only to glad to do.  This one could be
used again and again.



   Chapter One.

   Pedro sat on the dockside watching the small boat as it chugged toward
the shore.  During his short life, he was thirteen, he'd learnt to survive
on the hard, dirty streets of Puerta de Mer.  It quickly became obvious to
the young boy that most of the money on the island arrived in the pockets
of the tourists that came wanting an unusual holiday.  One out of the way
in an undiscovered and unspoilt (i.e.  backward and uncivilised) place.

   The boat nudged the jetty and a crew man expertly threw a rope around
the single wooden capstan then going to the small cabin returned with two
small suitcases which he placed on the jetty.  'More fat Americanos'
thought Pedro that is until the next occupant of the cabin emerged. 
Pedro's young eyes opened wide as a blonde head appeared through the small
door and the woman rose to her full height.  Jenny Richards squinted
slightly as she emerged into the sunlight from the dingy cabin and looked
about her.  She had been told that the island was a backwater and was still
to catch up to the 20th century let alone the 21st and she wasn't
disappointed.  Dusty dirt roads ran between single story adobe buildings
which made up most of the small island capital.  In the distance she could
see sugar cane fields and forest.

   Pedro quickly sprinted on to the jetty beating the other urchins and
made to seize the cases.  'Oh.  Don't even think about it sonny' shouted
the large man who had emerged behind the woman.  'Sorry senyor' said Pedro
'I meant only to assist you by carrying your luggage.  I am Pedro.  At your
service' he said in heavily accented English bowing slightly.  He'd fast
learnt that to maximise his tips, or opportunities to fleece the Americanos
it was important to put them at there ease so they trusted him and the
easiest way to do that was to speak their language.  No man distrusts
another more than those he can't understand and communicate with.  Pedro
was a bright boy and had soon leant a smattering of American phrases.

   Both he and the man stood and watched the crew man help the woman to
step from the boat onto the jetty.  The man was obviously proud of her and
Pedro's eyes shone as the angel approached them.  She was tall compared to
most of the island women and the flowing blonde hair almost unique amongst
the jet black of the girls and younger women.  A beaming smile lit up her
face.  Every inch of skin visible was smooth and gently tanned.  Her bare
arms were a soft tan while all the women Pedro knew were sun burnt a deep
brown, a tan most Americanos would kill for but weren't prepared to spend
there life working in the fields to acquire.  Her thin summer dress
billowed in the sea breeze but still did a fine job of outlining a goddess
like figure.  Her legs, briefly exposed as she'd stepped up from the boat,
were long, slim and bare.  But the feature that Pedro could hardly take his
eyes from preceded her as she approached.  Her magnificent bosom, high on
her chest, filled the dress to overflowing and bounced delightfully with
each step.  An enticing cleavage showed above the scooped neck of her
dress. If she bent down to greet him Pedro could die a happy boy.  He tore
his gaze away and looked up.  The man winked at him as one man to another
acknowledging that he knew what the boy had been studying and, even though
she was his wife, he understood.

   The man introduced himself as John and his wife as Jenny Richards from
England.  'So, not Americanos but Englesee'.  Not so much money but not so
loud and demanding.  'A good trade' thought Pedro.  He led them to their
Hotel and left telling them he'd be back in the morning to see if they
needed a guide.

   The fat greasy guy behind the desk checked them in and led them,
puffing, wheezing, sweating, (him not them) up to the room on the first
floor.  After cleaning every surface they could they retired to the large
creaking bed to sleep after a long day traveling.



   Chapter Two.

   The following morning they lay snuggled together under a single sheet in
the Hotel bedroom.  Both were in that period after sleep, awake, but still
dreaming.  John was lying on his back playing tents with the sheet covering
them while Jenny's tiny hand gently stroked up and down his shaft.  (Much
like the scene in many homes up and down the length and breadth of our own
dear country, just a different hand doing the stroking of course).

   John idly caressed his wife then throwing back the sheet urged her to
climb up on to him straddling his hips.  Both gasped 'Ahhhh' as Jenny used
the fingers on one hand to spread her labia and the other tiny hand to
guide him as she maddeningly, teasingly, slowly lowered herself down
slipping him into her warm liquid depths.  They began to move together in
harmony gradually building the rhythm.  Jenny ground her hips in a circular
motion maximising the friction deep within her body then resumed bouncing
faster and faster until their thighs were slapping together.  John reached
up and gripped her mammoth bouncing breasts to prevent her ending up with
two black eyes.

   Pedro hadn't been the only person watching the ferry boat the previous
evening.  Dark fiery Latin eyes stared into the view finder of the
surveillance camera trained from across the street.  The Hotel concierge
had been bribed to put any decent looking female in the particular room. 
It offered an unrestricted view from his hiding place and had a
deliberately broken curtain rail.  The dark, mustachioed man watched,
imagining his own sun burnt hands roaming over the blondes luscious white
flesh.  He licked his dry lips and smirking thought 'Soon, if everything
goes to plan, my comrades and I will be using the woman'.  He watched the
couple intently as the man pulled her down and executed a perfect roll
until she was on her back and, still deeply embedded inside her, he was
lying on top.  The extra leverage allowed him to increase the intensity of
their love making until he was pounding his shaft repeatedly into her
womanhood.  Her legs wrapped themselves around him urging him to even
greater heights until both he and the woman threw back their heads in
ultimate ecstasy.

   The English MI6 agents breakfasted on the patio outside their hotel. 
Jenny was dressed practically for the tropical summer climate in a light
summer dress over minimal cotton underwear with bare legs and flat shoes.
As they were finishing eating an old woman shambled up to their table. 
'Pretty lady buy my flowers?' she asked thrusting a bunch of dilapidated
daisies under Jenny's nose.  Jenny sneezed and pushed the woman's hand
away. 'No, no' she gasped.  'Not today'.  'You buy my flowers' the old
woman insisted.  'Look, no go away' Jenny said louder.  'Lady buy.  Lady
buy my flowers'.  Jenny appealed to John who tried to reason with the
woman. Eventually the greasy desk clerk, who was bringing their coffee,
came out of the Hotel and chased the woman away.  At the last second she
tried to attack Jenny reaching out with a claw like hand to grab at her
hair before screaming curses in Spanish at the couple.

   After finishing their coffee John told his wife he was going to meet a
contact so she could explore or shop which ever she wished.  Jenny spent a
few happy hours meandering through the towns markets buying small items and
fending off both traders and hopeful lothario's.  Near lunch time she
returned to the Hotel walking across the town square.  From a nearby shanty
shack the wizened old woman eyed her malevolently.  In front of her on a
table lay a curious wooden doll.  She picked up the mannequin and carefully
wound the long blonde hair she had earlier snatched from Jenny's head
around it's neck then placed it back on the table.  Closing her eyes and
concentrating she began to quietly chant in a long dead language.  Suddenly
the doll twitched then appeared to shake itself as if waking from a long
slumber.  It sat up of it's own accord and awkwardly rose to stand looking
at nothing.  The old croan continued chanting and slowly blonde hair began
to sprout from the little wooden head until it cascaded down it's back
stopping just above it's waist.  Tiny white panties materialised about it's
loins then a white lacy bra appeared.  The flat wooden chest began to swell
until the bra was filled to overflowing by an impressive wooden bosom while
the rest of the wooden body took on a decidedly feminine shape.  Lastly a
flowery summer dress appeared completing a tiny identical wooden version of
Jenny.  The old woman's eyes burnt with evil glee.

   The doll began to move walking across the table top each step matching
exactly those of the real life Jenny.  As it reached the table edge the
woman seized it and placing a lump of sticky clay in the middle of the
table top jammed the dolls legs down into it.  Out in the sun drenched
square Jenny came to an abrupt halt.  She stood swaying slightly then
looked down quizzically at her feet not understanding why they had suddenly
ceased to obey her.  She strained her legs but her feet remained planted.

   In the hut the croan cackled to herself and wrapped a short piece of
string about the dolls arms then tied them together behind it's back.  Out
in the square Jenny gasped as her arms were seized by an invisible force
and pressed behind her back.  She struggled but couldn't free her arms or
her legs.  She was just about to shout out for help when the left-hand
strap of her dress parted and the left front of her bodice fell down
revealing her bra strap and an enticing amount of breast above the lacy bra
cup.  In the shanty the old woman had snipped the strap of the dress on the
little doll and it also hung down.  She looked out at Jenny who was gasping
and trying to make sense of her situation.  She wasn't so sure yelling for
help was such a good idea now but she still couldn't free herself of the
invisible restraint.  The old woman waited a minute before slipping the
blade of her knife under the opposite strap of the dolls dress and snicked
through it.  The dress slowly fell from it's wooden shoulders until all of
it's tiny well filled bra was revealed.  A shriek from the town square told
her the real dress had followed suit.  Jenny was going out of her mind. 
Her dress was continuing it journey south and was now slipping over her
hips.  She wasn't able to stop it as it slipped down her thighs and pooled
around her ankles.  She stood transfixed in the middle of the town square,
her hands trapped behind her in nothing but her pretty white bra and
panties.  It didn't take long for passers by to start noticing the nearly
naked blonde with the stunned expression and the equally stunning bristols.
Whispers started between observers as she stayed exactly were she was and
appeared to be making no attempt to cover herself.  These gringo's, had
they no shame.

   Jenny had just decided to scream for help when her left bra strap went
twang and the support for her left breast disappeared.  She groaned.  'Oh
no, not again'.  The onlookers were becoming more intrigued now, edging
closer.  The old woman snipped the back of the dolls bra so it hung only
from the right side strap.  Jenny was close to tears as she felt the
release behind her.  Almost all support for her chest was gone now.  'No.
Please not that' she whispered but the old woman showed no mercy and
snipped the last supporting strap and the wispy bra fluttered to the
ground. There was nothing Jenny could do as her mammoth pink tipped breasts
were exposed to the bright sunlight and the eyes of the crowd that had
gathered.  Some of the men were edging even closer.  No one could quite
understand what the blonde was doing but they were glad of the show.  One,
more bold than the rest, came up to Jenny's side and spoke to her in
Spanish.  'Are you alright senyora?' but Jenny couldn't understand and
could only beg for help in words he couldn't comprehend.  Although Jenny's
pleading tone of voice must have indicated that she wanted help he slowly
he reached out and poked her tit.  'Ged off' she shouted and he retreated a
step.  He watched her for a few seconds but she didn't retreat, she just
stood there.  He returned and poked her again.  She shouted again but he
stayed and grew even bolder.  He cupped her tit squeezing it gently
marveling at the weight and warm softness.  Jenny shrieked and wriggled
trying to dislodge his hand.  Seeing the first man the rest of the watchers
edged closer until Jenny was surrounded by a leering crowd of men.

   At the side of the square Pedro was deep in conversation with a peasant
woman.  She was slim and tanned and dressed in the usual garb worn by the
local women.  She also favoured a large straw hat which hid most of her
features.  She whispered to him urgently and he scampered off on his errand
while the woman watched the scene unfolding out in the square through her
slanted eyes.

   Five minutes later a whoop from a police siren scattered the crowd that
had been encircling the blonde as if in a feeding frenzy.  Jenny was
revealed, pink cheeked and gasping.  Her breasts were red and covered with
finger marks.  Thankfully her panties were still in place but seemed to be
slightly lower on her hips than they had been earlier and the elastic
looked as if it had been considerably stretched.  She swayed about in a
daze as two Policemen approached.  The more senior, a Sergeant with curious
dark fiery eyes demanded 'What are you doing senyora, standing in the town
square almost naked?' Jenny still didn't understand and only replied 'Help
me please'.  The officer pointed to the car and ushered her toward it but
Jenny remained rooted to the spot.  When she failed to move the officer
grew angry.  'Get in the car, you're going to the station.  The Captain
will want to ask you some questions'.  He ushered her forward again but she
still didn't move.  Finally he nodded to his partner who put his hand on
Jenny's forehead and pushed.  Jenny shrieked as she fell backwards.  The
officer caught her by the shoulders and pushed his hands under her arms
while his partner grasped her ankles and lifted.  The Sergeant smirked at
his partner and closed his hands over each of Jenny's breasts filling his
palms with soft malleable flesh.  'Oy.  get your filthy hands off me you
swine' she screamed wriggling but he only gripped her harder as they
carried her to their Police car and pushed her into the back seat.  He gave
her tits a parting squeeze before slamming the door.



   Chapter Three.

   The old croan released the string from the dolls arms and it's ankles
from the clay freeing Jenny from the invisible force holding her but she
didn't chant the releasing words so the doll and Jenny were still magically
joined together.  The woman watched as it sat up and covered it's wooden
bosom with it's arms mimicking Jenny in the Police car.  Within minutes it
rose and walked a short distance before stopping as if listening to
someone. Suddenly it made to run but quickly jerk to a halt as if grabbed.
It staggered a few steps and crossed it's wrists then raised it's wooden
arms upward.  There it remained as if hanging like a piece of meat.

   In the Police station Jenny was in dire straights.  She hung limply with
her wrists tied and raised up by a rope thrown over a ceiling beam and tied
off to a hook in the wall.  The Police Captain had turned out to be a woman
but any thought of this making her more amiable toward the blonde had
quickly been dispelled when Jenny's pleas to be allowed some clothes had
fallen on deaf ears.  The Captain perused the half naked captive slowly
circling her.  She returned to stand in front of Jenny and in passable if
accented English said 'We have a little game we like to play.  It is called
risk and reward.  You will soon pick up the rules.  Now what is your name?'
'Jenny' Jenny replied.  'Good.  A truthful answer.  Sergeant give her a
reward'.  Behind Jenny the Sergeant's dark fiery eyes shone as he stepped
forward and reaching round her covered her breasts with his hands.  Jenny
gasped and struggled to move away from the molester.  After ten seconds or
so he gave her one last squeeze and released her.  The Captain smirked and
continued 'Why are you here?' 'We're here on holiday nothing more'.  'Oh
dear.  I'm afraid I don't believe you'.  She nodded and Jenny gasped and
jerked as a riding crop slashed across her panty clad butt.  'Why were you
naked in the square'.  'I don't know'.  Jenny sobbed.  'I couldn't move and
my dress just dropped off'.  The answer sounded far fetched even to Jenny
and she steeled herself as the expected slashing crop landed again, a
second red line crossing the first on her plump, quivering butt cheeks.

   Jenny swung gently from her bound wrists as the interrogation continued.
'Who did you travel with'.  'John my husband and you can keep your reward
thank you'.  'Oh we can't break the rules of the game'.  Again the Sergeant
reach round her body but this time he cupped her pussy over her panties and
rhythmically squeezed her mound.  No amount of wriggling could dislodge his
hand.

   Back in the shanty hut the old croan watched the little wooden doll
still with it's supernatural connection to the blonde.  It stood in the
centre of the table in just tiny white panties it's arms stretched upward
and it's wrists crossed swaying slightly.  Every so often it jerked. 
throwing it's wooden hips forward other times it writhed around as if
trying to free itself from something crawling over it's body.  The black
eyed woman smiled mirthlessly as the doll mirrored Jenny's suffering.

   Jenny's butt was on fire, her breasts slick with saliva and her panties
pulled up cruelly high and tight between her pussy lips and butt crack. 
The crop was now landing on naked flesh instead of on the limited
protection offered by the white cotton.  The questions had been coming for
twenty minutes and she could no more answer them now than she could when
they'd started.  She'd stopped answering even the easy questions.  Those
that she could answer truthfully without giving away her purpose on the
island.  She'd quickly realised she'd rather face the crop than the
'reward' dished out by the sergeant.  It was only a matter of time before
his probing fingers moved to the ultimate target and Jenny was desperate
not to give the pig the satisfaction.

   Jenny jerked forward yet again gasping as she failed to give the answer
the Captain required when suddenly the old black bakelite phone on the desk
rang loudly.  The Captain answered it and listened for a minute.  'Si Sir'
she responded eventually and replacing the receiver in the cradle, rose,
and walked round the desk to face her captive.  She gripped Jenny's jaw and
pulling her close said.  'We have to attend to some business now but we'll
be back in an hour then we'll continue our game.  We haven't been making
much progress so I think we'll need to make the questions a little more
penetrating if you get my drift'.  Jenny shuddered as the interrogator
released her and turned to the sergeant.  'Leave her there, she's not going
anywhere.  We'll return later and take her to the warehouse'.  They left
the office closing the door after them.



   Chapter Four.

   Twenty minutes later Jenny was still wriggling and writhing trying
desperately to free herself.  She was having no luck at all when there came
what could only be described as a nervous knock on the door.  She froze and
stared at the door.  Who could this be.  Her stomach tightened with hope.
Was it John or someone else come to rescue her.  Should she shout out
pleading for help or stay quiet hoping they would realise no one was home
and go away.  While she debated with herself the handle twisted and the
door opened a couple of inches.  A quivering voice queried 'Hola.  Por
favor?' Jenny remained quiet not sure what to do when the door was pushed
open and a dark haired wrinkled face appeared looking round.

   Hugo Alvarez was nervous at the best of times.  A small man who had
worked hard all his life to scrape a living from the parched land.  He and
his brother Hector would never bother the police with their troubles.  The
police were to be avoided.  They didn't take kindly to peasants wasting
their time with trivia when they could be out extorting money from those
who had more than these two wretches had ever seen.  But their donkey,
there major asset and the most important part of their farming had wandered
off and their need for it's return had overridden their fear.

   Hugo entered the office, his head bowed, his homemade straw hat clutched
to his chest.  'Hola.  Por favor?' he asked again.  After a few seconds and
no response he raised his head and looked around.  His gaze roamed round
the room and passed right over the suspended Jenny.  Such a sight didn't
exist in his world so failed to register on his consciousness.  A second
glance however and he realised a naked female hung before him.  He looked
up at the angelic face wreathed in sweat stained blonde hair.  He slowly
lowered his gaze down her glistening body taking in the enormous pink
tipped breasts, the flat stomach, the white cotton clad loins and down the
super long supple athletic thighs.  He gazed reverentially at this angel of
loveliness which considering the women he'd seen naked in his life for all
intents and purposes she was.  'Err.  Hello.  Can you help me.  Err..Por
favor' said Jenny looking at him hopefully.  Hugo gaped then called to his
bother.  'Hector.  Come in here quickly, they've captured an angel'. 
Hector poked his identical head around the door and after a few seconds
joined his twin.  Jenny looked down from her stretched out five foot eight
at the two book ends.  Both brothers were small, under five feet, sun burnt
to a dark ochre by years working the fields and wrinkled like prunes, all
the moisture leeched from their skin.  (Imagine a couple of Ferengi but
without the charm or the ears).

   Hugo whispered to Hector snatching glances at Jenny's suspended form. 
Hector moved to the only other door in the office and opening it looked
through.  When he was certain no one was around he returned to his brothers
side.  Hugo, obviously the braver of the two, queried Jenny with a stream
of Spanish.  'I'm sorry I don't speak..er..Latin, can you release me
please' she answered shaking her wrists trying to indicate her predicament.
Unfortunately the action made her unfettered breasts shake and wobble which
wasn't lost on the brothers.  Another conference took place then Hector
moved behind Jenny and Hugo to her front.  'The police will be back soon'
pleaded Jenny which brought them to a stop.  They could understand Jenny as
much as she could understand them but the word 'Police' was similar in most
languages.  A quick look passed between them and they resumed there
advance. Hector reached out and took a handful of Jenny's pink plump
buttock.

   He wasn't quick enough to avoid the swinging foot that thudded into his
midriff.  The breath whooshed out of his mouth as he was dumped on his
backside.  Damn thought Jenny he's so short I aimed to high.  Hector
crawled away clutching himself to be joined by his twin who whispered in
his ear.  After a minute he recovered and Jenny watched them warily as they
advanced this time more guardedly.  Again Jenny lashed out with her foot
but this time Hector ducked and as she recovered her position dived forward
encircling his arms about both her legs.  Jenny wriggled desperately trying
to free herself but years of manual labour had toughened the little mans
muscles.  Quickly Hugo moved forward.

   Jenny expected them to hobble her legs but to her surprise he gripped
her hair and pulled down.  Jenny's head jerked back and she gasped.  As her
mouth flew open Hugo stuffed a dirty old rag inside and quickly secured it
with a second tied around her head effectively gagging her.  The local
populace were well used to screams coming from the Police station but not
in a language other than Spanish.  Having silenced her Hugo used another
piece of old cloth to tie her ankles together then both stepped back to
study the blonde.

   Jenny looked down fearfully at the two ugly little trolls before her. 
Both smiled gleefully.  Jenny would have gasped if she hadn't been gagged.
Neither man had a tooth in his head.  Dentistry on the island was
rudimentary at best and was still performed by the
barber/doctor/vet/dentist all one and the same.  The local sugar crop took
care of even the toughest teeth and it wasn't unusual for the natives to be
toothless.  Again Hector moved behind Jenny.  Hugo moved to her front and
she blushed pink as his hot gaze drank in her nearly naked body.  Jenny
trembled knowing rescue by these two was completely out of the question. 
They obviously had a different game in mind.  Hugo paused.  So many
different pieces of succulent white flesh.  Where to start.  Where to
start. Eventually he made up his mind to save the best till last and bent
down in front of her.  He softly placed his hard calloused hands around her
calf and reverentially began to caress her skin.  He gradually moved his
hands higher over her knees until he reached her wonderful thighs.  'Mmmmm'
Jenny moaned as he gripped and molded her supple upper leg.  One hand had
forced itself between her bound legs and caressed her soft inner thigh as
he stroked and massaged her soft skin.

   Hector had returned to his original target and was molding her pink
plump butt cheeks.  He'd never felt anything so soft and pliable in his
life.  Jenny writhed as the brothers continued upward.  Hector stroked her
long slender back while Hugo caressed her flat stomach.  Hector moved round
to join his brother and they both stared mesmerized at Jenny's gently
wobbling breasts as she continued wriggling trying to free herself.  As if
joined telepathically they both advanced as one and seized a huge breast
each.  'Mmmmmm' Jenny moaned louder as they molested her mammoth bosom. 
Neither had ever seen breasts anywhere near this large or beautiful.  Soft
pillows of flesh.  Real, but surprisingly firm, tipped with large pink
rubbery nipples.  'Mmmmm' she moaned louder as fingers pulled and twisted
at her nipples.  Both soon became aroused and started to erect.

   Jenny moaned as loud as she could as simultaneously both men dived
forward and seized her pointed nipples and sucked them into their toothless
gummy mouths.  Sucking strongly they clamped down gumming the long rubbery
nipples and areolas.  Jenny writhed as her breasts were mauled and molested
by the work hardened hands and sucked and chewed by the soft toothless
mouths.

   The old croan cackled as the little wooden doll writhed as if being
attacked.  The body it was copying was obviously in distress which pleased
the vicious old hag a lot.  After nearly fifteen minutes of wriggling the
tiny toy stilled then it's tiny white panties started to lower.  Slowly
they were dragged down the wooden legs, which had remained clamped
together, until they were wrapped around it's ankles.  Almost immediately
the doll renewed it's gyrations even more wildly than before.  The toys
knees seemed spread wider apart as it swung around seemingly tethered by
it's slim wooden wrists to an invisible hook.  The doll threw back its head
as if in mortal pain or the throws of ecstasy.  So engrossed was the old
woman that she didn't see the slanted eyes watching her through the only
other window in the hut.

   In the Police station the only sounds were of pleading moans and wet
sucking.  Jenny swayed from her bonds while both the ugly little brothers
sucked and probed her body.  After ten minutes they untied her ankles and
spread them apart retying them to convenient desk legs.  Once they'd saved
there money for months and months to visit the local brothel.  They'd both
shared the cheapest, ugliest whore in the place because she was the only
one they could afford who would take them on together.  Now they had this
angel in their power, her eyes were hooded with lust and exhaustion and
they planned to do the same again.  They'd found a box which was just the
right height and had pushed it between the blondes legs.  Hugo was just
about to hop up in front of Jenny when the door burst open and a dark
haired young boy rushed in.  'The Police are here, the Police are here' he
shouted.  Both bothers panicked and forgetting there ardor ran for their
lives leaving a groaning, swaying Jenny and a smiling Pedro alone together.


   Jenny slowly raised her head and through slitted eyes saw the young boy.
'Pedro, free me' she pleaded.  He quickly released her ankles sneaking a
surreptitious glance at her pink excited pussy while doing it.  Then untied
the rope from the wall hook allowing her to drop exhausted to her knees. 
Finally he untied the knot holding her wrists.  Slowly she regained her
senses and gasped 'The Police?' 'No worry, I lied, they no come'.  'Good
boy' she replied rising to hug the boy.  She was in such a state she had
forgotten she was naked but Pedro hadn't as his mop head was pressed into
her soft heaving bosom.  He encircled Jenny's body and his hands naturally
fell right on her butt.  After a few seconds Jenny realised two tiny hands
were gently squeezing her butt cheeks.  'Hey, cheeky.  Hands off' she said
pushing him away.  Pedro beamed and handed her her panties.  Jenny pulled
them on under the lads appreciative gaze then looked round until she found
a shirt which she slipped on.



   Chapter Five.

   Jenny wasn't sure what to do.  She finally reasoned John was her only
answer but she didn't know were he was.  The only place she knew he would
return to was the Hotel so she headed back there.  John wasn't back yet so
she decided to wash away the memories with a bath.  After an hour she was
ready to take on the world again.  She opened the bathroom door and entered
the bedroom.  Shocked beyond belief she froze.  Seated in the rooms only
comfortable chair was the Police Captain.  Her smirking face staring at
Jenny.  Leaning indolently against the door was the Sergeant.  'This is a
small island' said the Captain.  'There is nowhere you can run to my dear'
she said shrugging.  'What do you want now' begged Jenny.  'Well you see we
run a little business here on the island, a very lucrative business. 
Unfortunately it needs feeding shall we say a constant diet of new talent
and you are as talented as we've seen for many a moon.  We've decided it's
time for you to become a film star.  How does that sound?' 'Thank you' said
Jenny sarcastically 'but I think I'll pass this time'.  'We thought you
might say that so we've arranged a little insurance'.  So saying she
produced a photo which she tossed at Jenny's feet.  She bent to pick it up
and looked at it.  Her face blanched and froze.  The picture showed John,
his face pressed between the bars of a Police cell.  Jenny looked up.  'You
bitch' she spat.

   In a quiet intense voice the Captain said 'I'm sure you appreciate the
position you are in.  I shouldn't need to tell you what will happen if you
don't co- operate with us save to say it will not be pleasant for your
husband.  Now to continue.  Our business is to provide films for discerning
gentlemen'.  Jenny nearly said 'Yes I know' but caught herself just in
time. If they suspected she and John were there as anything other than
tourists there lives would be forfeit.  'Very special films of a very
special nature.  You will take a lead roll in one of our productions and
then you and your husband will be allowed to leave'.  Jenny appeared to
struggle inwardly until she replied in a small voice 'I understand'.  'Good
then you will accompany us to the warehouse.  Come'.  The three of them
left the room, Jenny held by the arm by the fiery eyed Sergeant and
descended the stairs, got in a car at the Hotel entrance and drove off. 
None of them spotted the small dark head of Pedro who had been listening at
the bedroom door.  Quickly he raced after them heading toward the Police
station.

   John sat disconsolately in his cell.  Through the bars he could see the
bored cop guarding him lounging in a chair, his feet up on the desk, when a
slim local woman in a large straw hat entered.  'What do you want' the cop
demanded.  'I want to see the prisoner' she said.  'Go away woman.  The
prisoner sees no one by order of the Captain.  'But I need to see him' she
insisted.  Exasperated he rose and walked round the desk intending to throw
the peasant out.  The last thing he expected was the foot that thudded into
his testicles doubling him over.  He dropped groaning, clutching himself as
she expertly chopped the back of his exposed neck laying him out cold. 
John watched as she then retrieved the cell key from his belt and opened
his prison door.  She removed her hat and John looked into the beaming face
of Suki Namura.  'Thanks Suki' he said kissing her on the cheek.  She said
'Quick, lock him in the cell'.  John dragged the unconscious cop into the
cell and locked it.  Suddenly Pedro burst in.  'They've taken Jenny.  The
Captain and Sergeant they've taken her'.  'Do you know where' asked John.
'I only heard them refer to the warehouse.  I know of one such place that
is guarded day and night'.  'Right' said John lets go.  'Wait' said Suki
and used the guards keys to open the gun cabinet.  They quickly armed
themselves then rushed out.  'We don't have a car.  How far is it' demanded
John.  'About thirty minutes walk into the jungle' answered Pedro.  'then I
guess we should run'.

   The car bumped and jostled along a dirt road before pulling up in front
of a dilapidated warehouse.  Fiery eyes honked the car horn until a small
hatch opened up and a pair of beady eyes surveyed them.  The large doors
were opened and he drove the car inside.  Jenny, who had been sitting in
the rear with the Captain, was dragged out and thrust into a small room. 
'Wait here' she was instructed.  The Captain, Sergeant and the third man
then moved to another part of the warehouse.  They passed into a larger
room which looked like an amateur film studio.  A number of sets had been
created, a bedroom, kitchen, stable, dungeon and video cameras and lighting
stood around.

   'This one could make us a fortune' began the Captain.  'She's the best
we've ever taken.  I think we should break her in slow, string her along,
we could get a dozen movies out of her before she realises we aren't ever
going to let her go.  So let us decide which scene we should do first.  We
have outstanding orders for a number of videos.  Some of them are too
violent at this stage.  We don't want her marked up to badly so early on.
It would limit what we could film and how much money she could make for
us'. Fiery eyes quickly said 'I want first crack at her'.  The Captain
retorted 'I was hoping to take that position myself, Rank has it's perks,
you know, Sergeant' she said emphasising the last word.  'Well how about
the burglar script' he said.  'Not to much violence and we both get to take
part together'.  The Captain thought and smiling broadly nodded agreeing.

   The door opened on Jenny's temporary prison and the unknown man thrust a
page of typescript at her.  'Read this, we start in ten minutes'.  Jenny
started to read, luckily it was in English.  After the first few lines she
began to tremble.  The script outlined in the most basic of terms the scene
they wanted her to play.  No dialogue just direction and precious little of
that.  The scene was very simple.  She was to be asleep in the bed when two
bandits break in and discovering her decide on taking much more then the
family silver.  The third man returned once more and threw some thin lacy
lingerie and some stockings at her.  'Costume.  Put it on' he instructed
bruskly.  Five minutes later he returned.  He studied her now she had
changed.  The night dress he'd given her was of a very short negligee.  It
was practically transparent and very low cut revealing generous amounts of
her bosom and only reached just below her butt.  Her legs were encased in
the shear dark nylons.  He nodded appreciatively and led her to the larger
room.  No one else was there yet.  He pushed her toward the bed and ordered
her to get under the single sheet.  She lay down obediently and he arranged
the sheet so it only covered her hips leaving her upper body exposed.  He
fiddled with some lights and hoisted a small video camera on to his
shoulder then shouted 'Ready'.  'You sleep until told' he instructed Jenny
before lowering the lights so it resembled nighttime.  She lay on her back.
'Oh John, for you dear'.  Trembling she closed her eyes.

   John, Suki and Pedro were labouring and the run through the jungle was
taking it out of them.  They were all pretty fit but not used to running in
the tropical heat.  Still they were desperate to save Jenny.  Both John and
Suki had read the reports and had a fair idea what lay in store for her if
they failed to reach her in time.

   Jenny listened intently but only heard small noises as the scene
started. Two other figures one shining a torch had joined her on the set
both dressed in black and wearing balaclavas.  They played their part
looking round the room examining items when the torch beam flashed on to
Jenny lying in the bed.  The character stopped and signaled to the second
robber indicating the prone figure.  Both realising she was asleep advanced
toward the bed and looked down at her.  The torch lovingly roamed over her
upper body highlighting her prominent breasts for the camera.  Then the
second robber gently seized the sheet and peeled it down revealing the rest
of the sleeping figure.  Again the torch roamed down her body over her hips
and along her mile long legs then back up to illuminate her hips.  Burglar
one gently reached forward and lifted the bottom of the gauzy negligee
exposing Jenny's hairless slit to the video camera.

   At last John saw the warehouse ahead of them and they slowed while still
hidden in the undergrowth.  A quick reconnoiter failed to reveal any gun
totting guards so they advanced stealthily.  The large warehouse doors had
a smaller door within it which they quickly forced and guns drawn headed
inside.

   Jenny jerked upwards as a hand inserted itself between her thighs and
struck out catching a black clad robber right in the face.  Fiery eyes
reared up at the pain as the camera man shouted 'Cut.  'Look that's no good
you're supposed to stay asleep until your negligee has been completely cut
open.  Now do it again'.  'Bitch smacked me right in the eye' shouted fiery
eyes complaining.  The other robber snatched off her balaclava revealing
the Captain.  'Lets change the script slightly' she said and beckoned the
Sergeant over to the other side of the room were they had a whispered
conversation.  'Teach her a lesson' she instructed him He returned with a
broad smile on his face as if the Captain had made his dreams come true and
he stood by the side of the bed ready to resume.

   'OK.  Action' said the cameraman again.  Fiery eyes said 'Bitch' and
grabbed Jenny by the hair dragging her out of bed.  He then sat down and
dragged her over his knee.  'I'll teach you to strike me' he spat.  The
camera meanwhile had moved in close and was panning over Jenny's upturned
butt which was mostly revealed by the negligee.  Fiery eyes stroked her
cheeks as if testing the skin in preparation.  'He raised his hand high to
deliver the first blow'.

   John and Suki, guns drawn, quietly made their way along the warehouses
dingy long central wooden corridor.  One stopping to give cover while the
other moved forward and then vice versa.  Each room they came to was
silently checked until there remained only the one door left in front of
them.  John used the hand signals he'd been taught in training to indicate
to Suki that they would crash the door together.  He would go high, she
low, hoping to catch the gang by surprise while covering as much of the
interior as they could with only their two weapons.  John ever so slowly
turned the door handle preying that it was oiled and didn't creek giving
them away then together they shouldered though waving their guns about. 
They both stood with their mouths open in shock.  The silence echoed in the
emptiness.  The room was bare.  No cameras, no scenery, and especially no
Jenny.

   THWACK.  Jenny jerked as the first spank smacked into her butt making
the already tender skin ripple.  Fiery eyes was steaming.  The blow in the
face would be repaid a thousand fold.  Again he slapped her butt the skin
already turning pink.  He varied his target as his arm descended again and
again.  First one cheek then the other.  Upward then down to her thighs. 
Jenny wriggled and writhed but the spanking continued.  No amount of
pleading made any difference as the Sergeant laid into her with venom. 
Each slashing blow was lovingly recorded as her flesh turned from pink to
livid scarlet and tears began to well in her eyes.

   John and Suki turned to Pedro.  'There must be another warehouse, think
boy, where is it'.  Pedro screwed up his face thinking hard.  'Yes, about
20 minutes walk from here there is another' he finally said.  'Oh God. 
we'll never be in time'.

   Jenny's butt rippled as another blow descended.  The tears were flowing
now as the pain in her butt reached unbearable levels.  'Enough' said the
Captain.  Fiery eyes drew back his arm and landed an extra hard final blow
tipping Jenny from his knees and onto the floor.  'Let that be a lesson to
you' said the Captain.  'Stray from the script again and I'll let the
Sergeant think up something even more painful'.

   Jenny sobbed quietly but nodded.  'Right up on your knees time for the
next Scene'.  Fiery eyes stood before her smirking.  Jenny wiped the tears
away as he unzipped himself and fished out his dick.  'We'll let him have
his fun and then me and my plastic friend will take a turn.  I'm sure a
decedent western whore like you knows what to do' said the Captain.  'Make
it good or else'.  Jenny nodded again and reached for the cock in front of
her face.  Steeling herself she opened her mouth and fed him between her
soft pink lips.  The sergeant threw back his head and groaned as she
started to suck on him while swirling her tongue around the big purple
head. The camera zoomed in as the now rock hard glistening saliva covered
cock pumped in and out of her mouth.

   Jenny was thinking hard.  She had to make this last to give someone,
anyone, time to rescue her.  She was sure her darling husband would find a
way.  If fiery eyes cums to quickly they'd move on to the next and more
serious scenes.  She slowed her movements trying to prolong the scene.  She
tried to apply the minimum pressure and stopped using her tongue.  He
didn't seem to notice or at least if he did he was content to lengthen the
amount of time he spent pumping between her lips.

   The breath rasped in John's throat as he ran.  Suki wasn't in much
better shape and Pedro had dropped behind.  Suddenly he burst out of the
jungle into a clearing and saw the second warehouse.  He waited for Suki to
join him and they stood there trying to get their breath back while looking
for any guards.  They couldn't see any so advanced again toward a second
large wooden door with a smaller door in it.

   Fiery eyes was beginning to thrust more insistently now.  He grunted
each time his cock plunged into Jenny.  Deeper and deeper reaching almost
into her throat.  She tried not to gag but it wasn't easy.  He had her by
the hair and the pumping was relentless.  The camera still recorded every
second of her suffering in full glorious colour.  The web would soon get a
new video to download.

   The warehouse was a duplicate of the first one so, knowing the layout,
John and Suki's search of each room went a lot quicker.  They once more
were left with a final remaining door after all the others had proved
empty. With drawn gun John opened the door silently and peeked in.  In the
gloom he could see a one cameraman and another man standing while a third
person sat a little way off observing.  He could only see the back of Jenny
and the standing mans entire lower body was obscured.  He pushed the door
open and quickly, silently he and Suki stepped through guns raised.  The
Captain froze, the cameraman froze and Fiery eyes froze.  John wiggled his
gun upward and they all started to raise their arms.  Jenny hadn't heard
anything and continued working on the penis in her mouth which suddenly
spurted forth and bathed her tongue and tonsils with hot fresh goo.

   'Everyone freeze and hands up' shouted John unnecessarily.  Jenny
immediately recognised the voice of her husband and thought of turning to
him but suddenly realised the situation she was in.  She still had a
mouthful of Latin giz and Fiery eyes dick in her mouth.  Keeping her back
to them and hiding the Sergeants lower body she quickly tucked the dick
back into his trousers and swallowed down the creamy liquid in her mouth.
Licking her lips until she was satisfied no evidence remained she leapt up
shrieking 'Darling, darling.  Thank God you got here just in time' and
rushed over to hug him.



   Chapter Six.

   The following morning the authorities arrived from the mainland to
collect the Captain, Sergeant and cameraman who had been locked in their
own jail overnight and John went to help them round up the rest of the
gang. The evidence Suki had gathered during her time on the Island would
convict them all.  In the Hotel room Suki and Pedro were in full
conspirator mode and conducting an intense whispered conversation.  Jenny
had been in the bathroom for the last hour.  The warm soapy water helping
her to start a fresh day after her ordeal.  Eventually she emerged wrapped
in a voluminous white toweling robe skin aglow and blonde hair clean and
flowing.  Suki and Pedro broke apart guiltily.  Jenny didn't notice.

   Suki rose, hugged Jenny and kissed her on the cheek.  'Time for you to
pay the reward' she said.  'Suki, not in front of the boy.  Anyway I'm not
in the mood.  John could be back soon'.  Suki backed off and sat down at
the simple wooden table.  'Have you seen this' she asked.  Reaching into a
hold all at her feet she drew out a small wooden doll and sat it in the
middle of the table top.  Jenny studied it but didn't seem impressed. 
'It's cheap local rubbish.  Why did you buy it?' Suki said 'It has a neat
trick, watch'.  Jenny idly watched as Suki quietly chanted words that
seemed to have no meaning.  The doll twitched and awoke rising to stand. 
Slowly a white toweling robe appeared about it's form.  Jenny approached
and the doll took a couple of steps before Suki seized it round the waist
and moved it back to the middle of the table surface.  Jenny bent to look
more closely and the doll followed suit and bent at the waist.  'That's
fantastic' said Jenny.  'Will they be in the shops for Christmas'.  Suki
smiled then straightened the doll.  Jenny felt an invisible force raise her
shoulders until she stood erect.  'What the...What's happening' she
exclaimed spinning round searching for who had touched her.  Meanwhile Suki
took a small rubber band and wound it round the dolls ankles then a second
round it's torso holding it's little wooden arms against it sides.

   Jenny tried to move but she felt the familiar force holding her in
place, her arms fixed to her sides.  'Suki.  Help me...it's happening
again' she pleaded.  Suki rose and slowly circled Jenny.  'When I said time
to pay the reward I wasn't talking about to me.  I was referring to Pedro'
she said nodding toward the smiling boy.  'He has been working with me
right from the start.  It was Pedro who brought the Police to save you from
the mob when you were naked in the town square.  It was Pedro who released
you from the Police station when you were providing entertainment for the
troll brothers and it was Pedro who guided us to the warehouse were you
were making your feature film debut.  By the way I've seen the video of
your performance.  A little to enthusiastic I thought but your secret is
safe with me'.  Jenny reddened then said 'Ok.  I suppose he does deserve a
reward then.  What do you think he wants?' 'Do you know what every thirteen
year old boy in the entire world spends most of their time thinking about?'
'Oh alright' said Jenny.  'I'll buy him an X-Box.  Lord knows where he'll
plug it in'.  'No, try again'.  'Soccer?' 'No'.  'School'.  'No'.  Well
what then?' Suki whispered in her ear 'Girls'.

   'Girls?' said Jenny.  'Yes, girls.  They want to know how they work so
we're going to give him a biology lesson as his reward'.  'Suki.  No.  Stop
this please.  Let me go' Jenny pleaded trying to struggle free of the
invisible bindings but Suki only nodded to Pedro.  He rose and approached
Jenny to stand in front of her.  She looked down at his smiling face
watching him warily wondering what he was going to do'.  Pedro looked at
Suki nervously and she nodded again urging him on.  He tentatively reached
forward to the toweling belt tied around Jenny's waist and started to pull
it loose.  'No.  Stop' gasped Jenny realising what he intended but Pedro
pressed on.  On the table the belt around the waist of the little wooden
doll, now with flowing blonde hair, slowly unraveled and hung down.  Jenny
screeched as the unfettered robe slowly started to open.

   Pedro's eyes opened wide as a thin line of pink flesh peaked out between
the lapels of the toweling.  He glanced at Suki who again urged him on. 
Trembling fingers rose to take each side of Jenny's robe and slowly he drew
the two sides apart.  'Please Pedro.  No' Jenny whined 'I'll buy you
anything you want.  A shiny new car, a shiny new donkey.  Anything' she
begged but Pedro knew exactly what he wanted and it was absolutely
priceless.  The robe slipped from the dolls shoulders and pooled around
it's ankles.

   Jenny turned her head and said 'Suki you bitch.  I'll get you for this'.
Suki moved to stand at Jenny's back, reached up and pulled her long blonde
hair until it hung down her back before giving her a peck on the cheek. 
She snatched her head back quickly as Jenny attempted to bite her nose off.
Pedro stared hungrily at Jenny's naked front.  From her frowning face down
over her enormous breasts, down her wonderfully flat stomach and on to the
confluence at the top of her thighs.  He stared amazed at the naked slit
revealed to him.  None of the older women he'd ever sneakily spied bathing
were hairless.  Exactly the opposite.  Many of them not only had a black
mat of hair guarding their pussies but enough under their arms to stuff a
sofa.  Some of the more masculine ones even ran to the moustaches favoured
by the men.

   Jenny gasped as Pedro placed a still trembling hand on the upper slope
of her left breast.  He held it still feeling the soft warm skin before
stoking down around the outside of her enormous globe.  His other hand
joined the first and together they explored her mammary, squeezing,
caressing.  He marveled at the weight of her breast and how it always
sprang back into it's perfect shape no matter how much he sank his fingers
into the soft flesh.  Jenny's eyes had closed as Pedro caressed her.  He
switched to the other tit becoming more confident pressing harder, pushing,
pulling, kneading.  'What are these' he asked pointing to the pink tips. 
'They are the most sensitive parts' said Suki.  'Try them'.  He tweaked one
and Jenny jumped as best she could.  He pulled and twisted them and was
delighted when they grew.  'They're getting bigger' he said.  'That means
you're doing it right' said Suki.  'Isn't he' she whispered in Jenny's ear.
'God yes...No.  I mean you cow Suki.  Let me go'.  Suki smiled and looked
over Jenny's shoulder at Pedro and pointed to her mouth.  Pedro was unsure.
He'd seen mothers suckling their youngsters but he'd no idea grown ups
suckled as well.  He lifted Jenny's left breast with both hands and sucked
the erect pink nipple into his mouth.  Jenny shivered as the sensation
coursed through her chest.  Pedro found the harder he sucked the more Jenny
trembled but no matter how much suction he generated no milk spurted out
which on the whole he was glad of.  He switched to the twin and gave it the
same treatment.  By now Jenny had started to breathe more heavily giving
little groans every few seconds.

   Pedro caressed and mouthed Jenny's mammaries for minutes more until Suki
tweaked his ear.  He stopped and looked up expectantly.  She again pointed
this time lower.  Jenny was moaning quietly to herself as the pleasure from
her breasts grew until her eyes shot open and she screeched 'Pedro!' His
little hand had cupped her pussy.  He pressed on stroking her naked slit
until intriguingly her pussy lips swelled and separated.  As he rubbed and
squeezed rhythmically he realised his hand was becoming moist and a small
bump was pressing into his palm.  Jenny was now moaning louder and her head
swayed so much that Suki had to hold her to prevent her toppling over. 
Jenny jerked and groaned as Pedro slipped a finger into her.  It felt like
the warm apple pie his mother used to make.  He felt Jenny's internal
muscles gripping his finger as he delved deeper pushing into her now well
lubricated womanhood.  No matter how far he pushed his little finger kept
sinking deeper and deeper until he could reach no further.  As he dragged
his finger back out Jenny shuddered even more as he unknowingly dragged his
digit right over her g-spot.  He added a second finger and pushed in again
and again round and round experimenting to see which movement elicited the
most reaction.  Suddenly Jenny stopped groaning.  He looked up to see Suki
had begun caressing Jenny's breasts gripping and sinking her fingers deep
into her flesh, pinching her nipples much harder than he had dared, pulling
and stretching them out an alarming distance while the two women kissed
hungrily their tongues almost fighting each other.  He pumped his fingers
inside her some more before asking 'What's this bit' pointing to the top of
Jenny' pussy.  That's the best bit of all said Suki again pointing to her
mouth.  He knelt and experimentally stuck his tongue out and touched it
gently to the red and swollen nubbin.  Jenny trembled and finding he quite
liked the unusual taste he licked again, and again, and again.  Jenny was
going nuts.  She was so close.  'Don't stop, please don't stop'.  But Suki
had other ideas.  Again she tweaked his ear and he looked up his eyes and
mouth shining.  Surely there can't be more.

   Suki motioned to the doll.  Pedro retrieved it and handed it to her. 
She held it by the middle and started to bend the little wooden legs. 
Jenny followed suit and slowly sank down until she was on her knees.  Suki
removed the rubber band from around the dolls ankles and spread it's legs
apart.  Jenny mimicked the motion until her knees were a foot apart.  She
had regained some sense since the stimulation had stopped and looked up to
see what was happening.  Suki walked round undid the belt on Pedro's shorts
and lowered them.  To his utter embarrassment his not so little penis
sprang upward saluting fiercely.  Jenny gasped again.  She knew what Suki
had in mind.  'Suki, you utter cow.' Again Suki smiled and gripped Jenny's
nose until she was forced to open her mouth to breathe.  Quickly she pushed
Pedro forward and planted his dick unerringly between Jenny's soft pink
lips.  Pedro, as if tapping into some genetically inherited masculine
knowledge, gripped Jenny's head to hold her in place and began to piston in
and out of her mouth.  He could feel for the first time his gland's rubbing
over a woman's rough cat like tongue and he threw back his head in ecstasy.


   Jenny 'Mmmfff'ed and 'Mmmmmm'ed as he used her.  She was content in the
knowledge that he would only last a couple of seconds more but just as he
seemed to be tightening Suki tweaked his ear even harder breaking his
concentration.  He began again.  Jenny shot a venomous look at Suki. 
'Bitch' she thought as again he built toward climax thrusting deeper into
her warm wetness.  She began using her tongue to stimulate him even more to
finish it but just at the most crucial moment Suki pinched him again.  If
looks could kill Suki would have dropped dead on the spot.  Pedro began yet
again.  By now he was becoming so desperate it was going to take an atom
bomb to stop him cuming.  Sensing this Suki bent down and reaching round
Jenny jammed three fingers deep inside her.  Jenny jumped as Suki's knowing
fingers sought out her g-spot and her thumb scrapped over her erect and
excited clit.  Pedro thrust back and forth until for the second time in two
days Jenny's mouth was awash with salty Latin goodness.  Suki kept on
plunging her fingers home pistoning into Jenny's pussy.  She gripped her
clit and pinched it, rolling it, until she surrendered her body once more
to a mind shattering orgasm.  Even the little doll quite enjoyed it.



   Epilogue.

   Some days later at the jetty John Richards handed down the suit cases to
the crewman in the small boat in preparation for departing the island.  He
turned to see Pedro approaching.  'Adios senyor' he said sticking out his
small hand which John took and shook warmly.  'Adios Pedro.  Look after
yourself' he replied.  The boy was in a very happy frame of mind.  The man
had given him enough dollars to set him up for life when Suki had expanded
on the part he'd played in their adventures, well most of his expanded
part. She'd left out the bit were he and Suki had left his wife a
quivering, sweat covered, sated wreck on their Hotel bed.

   His biology lesson hadn't ended when he had spent himself inside her
saliva dripping mouth.  Suki had instructed him in kissing and he'd
practiced on the captive Jenny who had been stretched out on her back on
the bed.  He began softly teasing her lips with his.  She tried to resist
but in a post orgasmic haze eventually surrendered herself to her fate and
soon he was ravaging and sucking on her lips.  Soon their tongues were
dueling together.

   They'd then moved down to her breasts and he gaped as Suki demonstrated
on Jenny's enormous tits exactly what she liked and then had him repeat the
squeezing, stroking, sucking, biting on her himself.  Jenny was groaning
and twitching when they'd moved even lower.  Suki showed him how to turn
Jenny into a sweating, moaning, pleading, begging slab of orgasmic flesh,
stopping just as she was approaching release before allowing him to take
her place.  He'd probed her vagina with his fingers and tongue, tasting,
licking, applying suction to her swollen reddened clit forcing her higher
and higher.  He looked up when a moaning, groaning, writhing Jenny suddenly
went silent.  He nearly popped himself as he watched Suki lower her own
moist and open vagina over Jenny's gaping mouth and goggled as Jenny tried
to feverishly eat Suki's pussy like a tiger tearing at fresh meat.  Within
a minute Suki reared up as Jenny brought her to a screaming orgasm and then
followed closely behind as Pedro sucked her clit between his teeth and
gently bit down.  Her muscular contractions were so strong she nearly
succeeded in breaking the invisible bindings.  Across the room the little
doll, it's blonde hair plastered to it's wooden head in orgasmic ecstasy
bounced across the table top and fell onto the floor.

   Footsteps sounded on the wooden decking and Pedro and John turned to
watch Suki and Jenny approach.  Suki smiled at Pedro and hugged him warmly.
She tousled his hair and whispered in his ear 'Remember what we taught you
and you'll be a very popular boy' then winked at him and stepped aboard the
boat.  Pedro looked at Jenny sheepishly.  She hesitated a second before
stepping closer.  He steeled himself half expecting a swinging right hook
when she pulled him to her and clasped him to her bosom.  She squeezed him
tight before kissing him on the lips, a little passionately John thought
for a young boy, then turned slowly and with a dreamy smile on her faced
boarded the ferry.

   Pedro waved as the boat departed.  He smiled broadly as he played back
the previous days activities in his minds eye.  Then adjusting his shorts
he turned back toward the town.  Innocent sixteen year old Margaretta with
the flashing dark eyes and the burgeoning chest had promised to meet him
and he was sure he could show her some things few of the other boys could.
If he had his way he would definitely be the most popular boy on the whole
island.

   Eight hours later the three agents landed back at London's Heathrow
airport Jenny was directed to the red channel where a customs man opened
her bag.  Inside was a small crude wooden doll.  It had little slanted eyes
painted on the smooth wooden head and a black hair wound around its neck.
'A souvenir?' he asked.  Jenny smiled nastily nodding.  'Not so long now
Suki.  Soon we'll be in the middle of the concourse.  Hundreds maybe
thousands of people.  Payback's a Bitch' she thought.

   The End



   Jenny and the Inheritance By Brummie

   Prologue.

   Frank Everton had been a Postman all his working life.  The occasions on
which this had made him happy were few and far between but today was to be
one of those rare golden moments.  He held in his hand a Recorded Delivery
letter addressed to the occupier of the home he was approaching.  Swinging
open the small front gate he walked up the path to the front door.  Even
the snow falling lazily from leaden skies could not quench the fire of
excitement he felt in his stomach.  He knocked and waited expectantly, the
envelope clutched in his trembling hand.

   Eventually the door eased open a crack and a sleepy eyed head poked out.
'Yes?' came the querulous enquiry.  'Letter Madam.  Recorded Delivery' he
answered.

   The object of his excitement pulled the door further open until he could
see her fully.  His eyes swept up and down the revealed figure as he said a
silent prayer to the patron saint of Posties.  With her mind still half
asleep she had answered the door still dressed in her night attire which
consisted today of a semi- transparent long shear negligee with a plunging
neck line and tiny matching panties.  The only things spoiling the erotic
vision of loveliness was the slightly mussed hair and the pair of fluffy
pink carpet slippers on her feet.  They had kittens on them.

   He held out a letter and contrived to drop it just as she reached to
take it then apologised but made no move to pick it up.  Instead he waited
until she stooped to retrieve it and was treated to a view straight down
her cleavage of a vertigo inducing canyon created out of soft pink flesh.
Her movement made her breasts undulate delightfully setting both rippling.

   As she rose he reluctantly tore his gaze away from her chest and said
'Please sign here Madam' holding out a clipboard and pen.  She took the
proffered pen and tried to write her name but found it had run out of ink.
'Do you have another pen' she asked 'This ones no good'.  He patted his
pockets before replying 'Sorry Madam, would you have one?' 'I'll see' she
said as she put her hand over her mouth to stifle a yawn then turned back
into the hallway.

   As she moved he quickly pushed the door fully open to watch her
retreating back.  Well not her back exactly.  The negligee failed miserably
to hide her wonderful figure.  The long slender and well defined back and
her mile long athletic legs, still attractive despite the flat kitten
slippers.  But it was her butt that drew his gaze.  It seemed to have a
life of it's own as she walked away from him, soft plump hemispheres
undulating gently.

   He stepped inside as she reached a hallway cabinet and started to
rummage in a draw searching for a pen.  Biting his lip to stop himself
groaning out loud he watched as she bent further forward stretching the
chiffon negligee across her perfect behind.  It was all he could do to stop
himself from kneeling, grabbing her hips, and burying his face between her
cheeks.

   She finally found what she was looking for and turned.  This time the
posty was able to study her front view as she walked back toward him.  Her
legs were just as good from the front as they had been from the rear.  His
gaze rose slowly up to the tiny triangle of lacy material that covered her
womanhood.  He imagined the slit hidden beneath.  The entrance to heaven
for any man.  Up over her flat stomach with it's vague outlines of muscle
tone showing she worked out regularly.  Then his gaze completed it's
journey full circle around her body returning to her enormous spherical
breasts.  The gently bouncing twins were barely concealed by the low slung
bodice of the negligee.

   They returned to the front door where she took the clipboard and signed
in the box he indicated.  Suddenly a draught of cold air blew in through
the door.  He watched amazed as the blast caused her nipples to suddenly
react.  They darkened and grew at the touch of the playful freezing zephyr.
She glanced up at him and saw the direction of his gaze.  Her cheeks
reddened and she threw her arm across her chest.  'Thank you' she said
indignantly thrusting the clipboard back at him and practically slammed the
door in his face.

   'Bloody men' she thought indignantly walking back into the kitchen.

   The postman retreated down the garden path smiling dreamily.  'I really
must look at her face one of these days' he thought.

   Jenny Richards made herself a cup of coffee then sitting down at the
breakfast table she studied the letter.  It seemed fairly non-descript
although the envelope was of good quality.  The front offered no clue as to
it's contents then flipping it over she read the return address.

   Fraser, Fraser & Baines Solicitors at Law London.

   'Uh oh' she thought.  'Nothing good ever comes from lawyers and they
usually charge you an arm and a leg for telling you the bad news as well'.
Pensively she prized open the letter and drew out a single white sheet of
paper.  The heading mirrored the back of the envelope but with an added
important looking Coat of Arms.  She read

   Dear Mrs.  Richards,

   It is my sad duty to inform you of the death of your Great Uncle
Ebenezer Hogan.  He passed away on the 28th of last month peacefully in his
sleep and of natural causes.  The funeral will be held on Monday 6th and
his remains interred in the family vault in the grounds of his home,
Spectre Castle on Cromwell Island.

   At the conclusion of the burial all family members are invited to stay
overnight in the Castle.  I, in my capacity as Executor, will then
discharge the final wishes of the deceased as instructed in his last Will
and Testament.

   If you and your Husband wish to attend the Funeral and reading please
inform my office and arrangements will be made to transport you to the
Castle which as you know is only accessible by boat.

   As Executor I am at liberty at this time to inform you that you may hear
something to your advantage during the reading.

   Signed A.  Fraser.

   Jenny stared dumbfounded at the letter.  She hadn't seen Uncle Ebenezer
for many years, in fact hardly any of the family.  The last time had been
when her parents had taken her to the Castle on her fifth birthday.  She
was the daughter of Ebenezer's, now late, eldest son and her maiden name
was Hogan.  Her heart quickened.  'Reading of the Will' she mused. 
'Something to your advantage.  'Maybe he's left me a few bob in his will
the old devil'.

   She quickly cleared it with the 'Firm', leaving details of where she
could be contacted and who she would be seeing then phoned the Solicitors
office.  A time was agreed for her to be met at the shore and ferried out
to the Island then she went upstairs and dug out her best black dress,
shoes and coat in preparation for the Funeral along with other clothes for
a couple of extra days stay.



   Chapter One.

   Snow was still falling from the slate gray skies on the morning of the
6th as Jenny stood waiting at the small wooden jetty.  Eventually a rowing
boat hove to and a portly, balding man of medium height stepped on to the
shore.  He approached and introduced himself.  'I am Jenkins Madam' he
informed her in the clipped precise tones of an archetypal English Butler.
'I am the only remaining member of staff of the late Master'.  Jenny showed
him the Solicitors letter to identify herself and he took her suitcase and
placed it in the rowboat.  He helped her down into the boat and began to
row them both across to the island.  As they approached the enormous
forbidding edifice of the Castle began to emerge through the snow filled
milky morning light.  Turrets, crenellations, battlements, towers.  the
Castle had the lot, all of them in need of repair.  'I wouldn't normally
speak ill of the departed but the master was very lax in the last years of
his life.  He didn't bother much with the upkeep' Jenkins informed her. 
'In fact he became something of a recluse, seeing no one and cutting off
the whole family'.  Jenny looked upward.  The windows of the Castle made it
seem is if it was watching their approach with brooding menace and she
shuddered with a sense of foreboding.

   Together they climbed the short steps up to a hugely imposing wooden
door which Jenkins opened with an equally huge iron key.  He ushered her
out of the still falling snow and into the entrance hall.  The door closed
with a booming thud like the closing of the doors to hell.

   Flickering candles provided the only eerie lighting as she looked round
at the pinched disapproving faces of long dead ancestors staring down from
the paintings on the wall.  The stone flags underfoot clicked and echoed
beneath her heals.  Jenkins took her coat, placed it with her suitcase at
the foot of the staircase, and then led her to the sitting room.  He pushed
open a more normal sized door and she entered.  The musky aroma of old
furniture assailed her nostrils first but then the heat from the roaring
fire welcomed her and she felt warm for almost the first time that day. 
The room was already occupied by a portly, balding, medium height man
wearing black thick rimmed glasses.  'Mrs.  Jenny Richards' Jenkins
announced, turned and closed the door behind him.

   'Mrs.  Richards.  So glad you could join us.  I'm Fraser.  Albert
Fraser. Solicitor and Executor'.  She shook his proffered hand and they
both turned to the rooms other occupants.  Fraser did the introductions. 
'Ms.  Lucy Hogan' he indicated a short, slim dark haired woman her face
slightly to hard to be considered pretty.  She shook Jenny's hand but held
on to it just a little to long while staring intently at her face.  'How do
you do, my dear'.  'Err...and this is Ms.  Natasha Ross, Ms.  Hogan's,
A'hem, companion'.  The second woman was of very similar type.  Slightly
taller, slightly bulkier but also sporting short black hair and an intent
look.  After greeting Jenny she exchanged glances with Lucy, some sort of
unspoken message passing between the two.

   Jenny then turned to the other occupant who was standing beside the fire
a slight smile turning up the corners of his mouth.  'This is Mr.  Mike
Hogan' Fraser said.  The man stepped forward and stuck out a large hand
which dwarfed Jenny's slender one.  'Little Jenny is it?' said Mike in a
deep dark brown voice.  Jenny studied him then a smile lit up her face. 
'Mikey?' she exclaimed.  'If my memory serves me right the last time we met
we had a bath together'.  'That's right' he replied and the two of them
threw there arms around each other and hugged.  The other occupants perked
up at the revelation.  'I take it you two have met' said Fraser.  'Yes'
they chorused.  'It was many years ago' said Jenny.  'I had been brought to
see my uncle Neeza as I called him then and Mike was here as well.  We
played together in the garden making mud pies.  Got absolutely plastered
with the stuff and our parents threw us in the bath together.  We were five
years old so it was all very innocent'.  Mike beamed.  'Well who'd have
thought little Jenny would grow up into this' he said holding her hands out
wide and gazing at her appreciatively.  'Yes indeed' said Lucy Hogan. 
'Who'd have thought'.  Jenny blushed prettily under the handsome hunks
scrutiny and wasn't completely unhappy about it.

   She returned his gaze and saw a shock of sandy coloured hair, a rugged
but still devastatingly handsome face, tall, probably six one, slim, well
proportioned with reasonably expensive clothes.  They immediately sat
together chatting animatedly about their childhood memories while the two
women watched them carefully.

   A little while later the sitting room door opened and Jenkins again
ushered in more guests.  'Mr.  and Mrs.  Amberson' he announced once more
and stepped back to make way as a small mousy woman entered.  She looked
round owlishly as a man entered behind her.  Fraser stepped forward and
greeted them and once more did the introductions.  'This is Mrs.  Deirdre
Amberson, nee Hogan' he said.  'Mrs.  Amberson is Ebenezer's eldest and
only surviving daughter and this is her husband Claude'.  The man smirked,
looked around and nodded.  He had a sharp face with jet black hair slicked
back and dark sinister eyes.  He could easily have doubled for the wicked
mustache twirling baddy from the early black and white 'Peril's of Pauline'
films laughing manically as he tied her to the railway tracks.

   The Amberson's and Lucy and Natasha eyed each other warily as if
recognising kindred spirits until Claude spotted Jenny.  He strode over to
the stunning blonde and offered his hand.  He licked his lips as his eyes
lasciviously roamed up and down her figure drinking in her assets.  His
voice when he spoke was nasal and wheedling.  'Well hello my dear' he
smarmed.  'Such a pity about old Ebenezer but still at least it's brought
us some good luck'.  His insensitivity appalled Jenny and Mike and already
not liking his lecherous gaze on Jenny, Mike said so in no uncertain terms.
Claude seemed about to argue but wilted under the hard challenging stare of
Mike and turned to join his wife seated on the sofa.  Even though she's
only heard a few words Jenny thought Claude's upper class accent was fained
as the flat vowels of his no doubt more lowly origins slipped out on
occasion.

   'Well ladies and Gentlemen' began Fraser.  'I can tell you that everyone
is here now.  The funeral and internment will take place at 3:00pm this
afternoon.  'What about the reading of the Will?' interrupted Claude
Amberson loudly having regained some of his arrogance.  'Well, as
stipulated by the deceased, that shall take place at 3:00pm tomorrow.  You
will all be required to spend the night if you wish to inherit anything. 
'Bloody hell'.  It was Claude again.  'Damn stupid man, that Ebenezer.  We
have engagements you know.  Tenants to evict.  Small furry animals to
cull'. 'I'm sorry' said Fraser 'You will just have to be patient'.

   'Can't you tell us anything now' asked Lucy Hogan.  'Yes I can' replied
Fraser.  At this time I can inform you that the Will divides the estate
between you all, as the only surviving family members, and Jenkins'.  He
nodded toward the Butler who had remained in the room.  'But only if you
attend the reading.  There are some specific bequests but that about sums
it up.  'So are you saying' enquired Lucy again 'that any surviving family
member, or Butler' she added slightly condescendingly, 'who attends the
reading tomorrow will get a share of the money'.  'Yes' confirmed the
Solicitor.  Everyone went quiet for a few minutes mulling over the last
statement.  It was apparent that they were working out that anyone who
didn't attend the reading would get nothing.  Significant glances passed
between more than one couple in the room.



   Chapter two.

   The funeral was conducted with due solemnity and the coffin carried by
the men into the family vault.  Heavy bolts were pushed shut on the vault
door to make sure none of the corpses made a bid for freedom.  The weather
hadn't relented in fact it had gotten even worse.  Crisp white snow lay
thickly on the ground and even thicker where the howling wind had whipped
it up into drifts against the side of the Castle.  Jenkins rowed the
preacher back to the opposite shore and then returned to prepare their
evening meal.

   The meal passed off with everyone in good spirits in spite of the
funeral and the dark forbidding weather.  The prospect of free money and
liberal shots of brandy made them all more ebullient.  Claude Amberson
regaled everyone with the tale of their last Fox Hunt where his wife had
gone arse over tit (his words) over a fence when her mount had refused. 
She simpered and everyone smiled good naturedly.  Mike, it turned out, was
a Farrier.  A Blacksmith.  This explained his slim muscular physic mused
Jenny contentedly as well as his massive hands.  They again spent the
evening chatting quietly to each other most times forgetting the rest were
there.  She learned that the usual work of the Blacksmith had shifted as
horses had been replaced by tractors and now he spent more than half his
time on decorative wrought iron work and only a short time on shoeing
horses, most of those of the racing variety or the odd Shire horse.  She
for her part lied completely about her work.  The 'Firm' had provided a
creditable background for her to use in these situations and she told him
she was a buyer of fashion garments for a large London department store. 
'Yes, dresses, coats, shoes, underwear, swimwear and handbags'.  'I'd like
to see some sample sometime especially the underwear' he said.  'Sure.  I'd
love to show you my panties some...'.  Jenny blushed as she realised what
she'd been about to say then they both dissolved into a fit of the giggles.


   Eventually the meal ended and after an hour in the sitting room around
the still glowing embers of the fire they all followed Jenkins up the
massive staircase to the upper floor.  Jenny was placed in the first
bedroom they came to.  She wished them a cheery 'good night' and they all
watched intently as she went inside and closed the door.  A huge full
canopied four poster bed took up half of the room.  A floor to ceiling
bookcase covered one wall and wardrobes another.  A door opened into a
small on-suit bathroom.  Crossing to the tall windows she looked out at the
still falling snow.  She pulled the drapes closed and turned to find her
suitcase.  Her night dress was a slightly less revealing one than the
postman's favourite but still quite skimpy.  Laying it on the bed she
unbuttoned her blouse and then unzipped her skirt before padding into the
small bathroom.  She washed her hands and face and brushed her teeth then
returned to the bedroom.  Reaching behind her she hooked a finger in her
bra strap and dragged it downward before unclasping it.  Shrugging it from
her shoulders she placed it in her case and stood up.  She gazed at herself
in the wardrobe mirror then slowly raised her hands to grasp each of her
mammaries in her hands and squeezed the pliant flesh firmly.  A picture of
Mike flashed into her mind.  A jolt of pleasure shot through her nipples
and a familiar sweat-sour ache her loins.  'Silly girl' she scolded herself
and released her breasts.  Her thumbs dragged her panties down her long
legs and she stood upright and naked.  'Mmmm.  Not bad' she thought pulling
in her stomach and posing.  Sighing she slipped her nightdress over her
head and dowsing the light climbed into bed.

   An hour later all was silent except for the creaking in the woodwork. 
The house slept.  In Jenny's room a muted click and a slight sighing sound
was the only indication of movement as the bookcase started to swing
inward. Two dark figures entered and stood perfectly still listening. 
Satisfied that they hadn't disturbed her they stealthily approached the
bed. One shadow held a cloth out and the other sprinkled the liquid from a
small bottle onto it.  Silently the figure moved to the bedside and held
the cloth close to Jenny's face without touching it.  After a few seconds
she stirred as her unconscious registered the strange new smell but didn't
wake.  Instead her breathing slowed and deepened as the chloroform took
effect.  When they were sure she was dead to the world the light clicked on
revealing Lucy Hogan and Natasha Ross dressed all in black.  Quickly the
bed clothes were thrown back so Jenny's hands could be pulled behind her
back and her left wrist tied to her right bicep and her right wrist to her
left bicep with practiced professional ease.  As a precaution a cloth was
pushed between her teeth and secured with a second cloth tied around her
head.  With her ankles also tied both figures relaxed.  The two women
conversed in whispers.  'Search the room' hissed Lucy.  'Then we can stash
her in the tunnels till after the reading'.  Luckily Jenny had taken care
not to bring any evidence of her job with MI6 so within ten minutes both
women returned to her bedside having found nothing of interest.

   They stood silently regarding their captive.  Jenny was lying on her
front were they'd left her after securing her arm's and her nightdress had
ridden up during her hour of sleep so all of her mile long legs were
exposed.  Natasha stared at her then reached down and ran her hand slowly
from Jenny's ankle all the way up to the top of her thigh then onward under
the lacy negligee and on to her left buttock.  She squeezed the plump
sphere feeling the firm but pliant flesh in her hand.  Lucy said nothing as
Natasha hopped on to the bed and flipped Jenny's negligee up exposing her
behind.  Both hands massaged the twin spheres of plump pulchritude digging
her fingers in then pressing them together.  After a minute she pulled the
two cheeks apart revealing the little button hole of an anus and the flashy
lips of Jenny's hairless pussy and looked up at Lucy questioningly.  'Would
you look at that.  We can't let this morsel go to waste.  This is too good
an opportunity.  Surely we can spare an hour to have some fun'.  Lucy
thought for a minute watching Natasha's groping hand then smiling nodded
her ascent.

   Both women removed their black pullovers and slacks followed by their
underwear until they were naked.  Then they dragged Jenny's unresponsive
body to the centre of the bed and rolled her over.  The tied arms under her
back forced her chest high so her already massive breasts appeared even
bigger.  The women lay down one on either side of her and less than five
minutes later Jenny began to stir.  She gradually regained her senses then
stiffened as she felt a hand idly caressing her stomach.  Opening her eyes
she found herself looking straight at Lucy Hogan.  In her surprise she made
to scream out but the gag muffled the sound.  'Well little Jenny.  Finally
awake I see.  'Mmmm' moaned Jenny in protest.  'What, you want us to let
you go?' 'Mmmm' she nodded.  'I don't think so.  You see you were going to
cost us money my dear so we are going to make sure you are unavoidably
detained until after the reading of the Will tomorrow.  To tied up to
attend so to speak.  That way no share of the loot for you and all the more
for us'.  'Mmmm' Jenny protested again.  'Don't worry we'll stash you away
in a nice safe place then release you when it's all to late...probably.

   Jenny stiffened again as Lucy's hand began tugging the hem of her silky
nightdress higher and higher.  Natasha joined in until it could be lifted
right over her head and bunched around her bound arms.  Both women gazed
entranced at the exposed acres of soft pink flesh.  'My god little Jenny
isn't so little now is she' teased Natasha.  'Would you look at the size of
those ta ta's'.  'Mmmm' moaned Jenny as Natasha poked her tit with a
finger. 'My god they're real, no silicon, just as mother nature intended.
This is our lucky day'.

   Natasha knelt by Jenny's head and seizing two handfuls of her hair
tilted her head up so she was looking straight down her own body.  Lucy
meanwhile threw her leg over Jenny and squatted on her hips.  She then ran
her hands from Jenny's hips slowly up and up until they reached the base of
her breasts.  Pushing further she forced the great spherical mounds of
flesh upward and together until the tips were standing proud less than six
inches from Jenny's eyes.  Lucy leant forward and grinning wickedly looked
deeply into Jenny's eyes who was forced to watch fascinated as Lucy opened
her mouth wide and ever so slowly lowered the gaping maw toward the huge
rubbery nipples.  Jenny's eyes opened wide and she 'Mmmm'd in protest as
Lucy's tongue contacted her left nipple and slowly swirled round and round
it until it erected.  'Mmmm.  You were right Nat.  Very tasty' sad Lucy who
moved across and gave the other nipple the same treatment.  She returned to
the first peak and Jenny groaned as she completely engulfed it's tip and
sucked it in.  Lucy sucked softly for a few seconds then lifted her head
stretching the nipple up and up until the tit became a cone of soft flesh.
The captive mammary slipped from her mouth with a sucking pop.  Lucy
alternated between each scarlet tipped peak capturing one and elongated it
upward to it's full extent then the other until Jenny began writhing and
moaning.

   Natasha could contain herself no longer and releasing Jenny's hair dived
in taking over one breast.  Each used both of there hands molding them like
they were making bread.  'Mmmm' Jenny squirmed about as they molested her
mammaries trying to shake the two lusty lesbians off.  But they each had a
very good grip and hung on to her by digging their fingers into the soft
mounds stopping her rolling about to much.  Her huge rubbery nipples came
in for special treatment.  Both women pulled twisted and tweaked to their
hearts content eliciting even more writhing and moaning from Jenny as their
attentions became more intense.  Lucy lowered her head and engulfed the
peak of Jenny's tit in her mouth sucking and biting then sucking some more.
Jenny nearly succeeded in throwing them off as Natasha joined in on her
other tit and both women devoured as much of her breasts as they could
stuff into their hot wet mouths.

   For fifteen minutes they feasted on Jenny's huge succulent mounds until
they were red, streaked with finger and teeth marks, slick with saliva and
the nipples were erect and savagely pointed as they'd sucked and sucked
elongating them to extraordinary lengths.  It was like some sort of obscene
game as occasionally they push her tits together comparing whose nipple had
extended the most then plunged them back into their hot wet mouths to try
and make them stand even more.  Jenny writhed as her nipples were bitten
painfully.  Neither woman cared for her discomfort as they sucked and
chewed harder and harder.

   Eventually Lucy touched Natasha's shoulder so she released Jenny's
massive red blood filled nipple from between her gnawing teeth and nodded
toward the foot of the bed.  Natasha hoped down, fetched the belt from
Jenny's toweling robe then tied it round their victims left ankle.  She
seized her legs and pulled her down the bed until her tied ankles rested
against the left hand post at the base of the four poster.  Using the
toweling belt she secured Jenny's left ankle to the post.  Lucy them joined
her and they untied the original rope from Jenny's ankles and between them
dragged her now free right leg over to the other post and quickly tied it
in place.  The result of their efforts left Jenny's legs spread wide
between the two posts which on this huge bed were over five feet apart. 
Both lesbians then gazed down at the exposed hairless womanhood which was
no longer a slit but had spread apart opening up like a great pink flower.
The rooms light glinted on the moisture evident within.  'So our little
Jenny is getting off on our game is she?' teased Lucy.  'Mmmm' moaned Jenny
in protest again.  If you could say 'fuck off you bitch' with just four M's
them Jenny had just said it.

   'Looks very tasty don't you think' said Natasha.  'Mmmm' replied Lucy
who knelt down an moved her face close to Jenny's pussy.  'Smells sweat as
well' she said.  'Mmmmmmmmmmmmm' Jenny groaned when Lucy extended her
tongue and agonisingly slowly licked right from the base up to the top of
her pussy.  There was no way to avoid the intrusive digit as Lucy
intensified her assault on the soft wet pink flesh.  Jenny's hips exploded
upward as Lucy plunged her long sinuous tongue inside, probing, twisting,
tasting, thrusting in and out repeatedly.  Jenny moaned piteously as the
lesbian raped her pussy with her tongue.

   Natasha tapped Lucy's shoulder and took her place.  She sucked Jenny's
pussy lips deep into her mouth before sinking her tongue inside.  Jenny
moaned head whipping from side to side as the girl stimulated her
unmercifully.  Lucy watched her partner working on the blondes sopping wet
cunt for a few seconds then climbed on to the bed.  She knelt beside
Jenny's head and untied the cloth holding the gag in her mouth.  She threw
her leg over Jenny's shoulders until she knelt with her pussy hovering
above her face.  Jenny suddenly realised through the pleasure pervading
from her loins that the cloth gag had been removed and opened her mouth to
scream for help when Lucy slammed her pussy down effectively gagging her
again with her sopping wet vagina.

   Jenny immediately closed her mouth determined not to succumb to this
latest indignity and give her attacker any kind of return as they ravaged
her body.  'So.  Reluctant to join in the fun are we' said Lucy.  'Nat give
her some encouragement will you'.  Natasha looked up, her lower face slick
and shiny with juices, then seizing one of Jenny's pussy lips between her
thumb and finger squeezed hard and twisted digging her long sharp thumb
nail in'.  Jenny groaned and wriggled her hips as the pain shot through
her. 'Now.  Suck it you big titted bimbo' hissed Lucy who wriggled her hips
rubbing her pussy over Jenny's face.  She eventually relented as the pussy
torture became to painful and began sucking the pink fleshy gash.  'Ahhh
yes, that's it, I think you've been holding out on us haven't you little
girl.  You're no novice at this, you've done this before you slut'. 
Jenny's eyes narrowed but she continued stimulating the black hair lesbian.
'Tongue.  More tongue, deeper, deeper' ordered Lucy who began riding the
trapped blondes face like a jockey in a race.

   She bounced up and down on Jenny's spearing tongue until she threw back
her head and climaxed her juices flowing out into Jenny's mouth.  Natasha
had returned to mouthing Jenny's pussy which was now red and puffy he clit
erect and exposed.  When she saw Lucy roll off to lie sated on the bed she
rose and jumped up determined to use the helplessly tied blondes mouth and
tongue for her own satisfaction.  Jenny was gasping from the mouth full of
juices she'd just received as well as the pussy bashing from Natasha's
tongue but she had just enough awareness to realise her mouth was free and
she screamed at the top of her voice the first word that popped into her
head.  'MIKE, MIKE, HELP ME, HELP ME'.

   Both Lucy and Natasha realised the shouting would be heard and panicked.
They grabbed their clothes and beat it back to the open bookcase diving
through and slamming it behind them.

   At the same time the eyes in the painting of a particularly severe
looking Victorian ancestor which hung on the wall blinked and disappeared
to be replaced by the original canvas oil painted ones.

   A few seconds later there came an urgent knock at the door.  'Jenny are
you alright' she heard Mike's voice enquiring.  She was just about to shout
out again when she realised the predicament she was in.  'Mike don't come
in.  Stay there please.  Stay where you are'.  'Err.  OK' he replied
confused.  Jenny thought hard.  How could she get free from this
embarrassing position.  Bound, legs akimbo, her whole body aroused, exposed
and entirely defenseless.  No amount of pulling and wriggling could free
the bindings that had extremely efficiently tied her limbs.  Inevitably she
came to the conclusion that she needed Mikes help.  'Mike' she called. 
'Yes' he replied.  'Please open the door a crack, reach in and turn the
lights off.  'Err...OK' said Mike.  The door opened a couple of inches and
a large hand reached in and the room went dark.  'Now come in but with your
eyes closed.  'Err...Alright but are you sure you're OK.' 'Yes I'm fine
just do as I ask please'.  'OK here I come'.  In the gloom Jenny could just
make out the dark silhouette as Mike entered and stood still his head
cocked listening.  Jenny swallowed and continued 'Now I'm on the bed and
I'm tied up.  I need you to free me'.  Mike remained silent for a few
seconds before he asked 'Did you say tied up?'.  'Yes.  I'll explain later
I just need you to untie me'.  'Well alright but how did you get tied up
and why do we need the lights off?' 'Because I'm also naked' replied Jenny
quietly.  'Bloody hell' exclaimed Mike who managed only by exerting some
Herculean will power not to throw his eyes wide open.  However it didn't
stop a very appealing image from flashing into his mind.

   'Now follow my direction's.  Walk forward five paces'.  Mike slowly took
five steps which brought him to the foot of the bed.  'Now turn ninety
degrees to your left and kneel down'.  Suddenly a picture of Mike's lean
naked body appeared in Jenny's lust filled mind and of him climbing onto
the bed and entering her forcefully, thrusting hard and fast into her again
and again completing what the women had started.  'Oh God, yes'.  'What?'
enquired Mike.  'Nothing' replied Jenny as she clamped down on the thought
guiltily.

   He followed the orders and knelt.  'Now the first knot is round my ankle
which is tied to the left bed post.  Can you find it and undo it'.  'OK. 
I'll try' said Mike.  He reached forward with both hands feeling for a
contact.  'Left, left, left' screeched Jenny who could see exactly were his
hands were heading.  Mike moved left until his fingers contacted Jenny's
thigh.  He slowly moved left stroking along the soft skin of her leg,
taking his time quite enjoying this new game until he reached her ankle and
the rope securing it.  Eventually he worked the knot loose and freed her
leg.  She groaned as she moved it easing the muscles in her thigh that had
been stretched out taught for nearly the last half hour.  'Thank you.  Now
move to your right and find the other post.  Mike realised Jenny must have
been tied spread-eagled on the bed and the image in his mind only grew even
more vivid and erotic at the thought.  He shuffled across hands
outstretched trying to find the second binding when his hands alighted on
her other thigh.  Again he gently stroked down her right leg feeling the
luxuriant softness of her flesh until he reached her ankle and worked the
toweling belt loose.  'Ahhh.  thank you' she said as she worked her other
leg to ease the pain in that thigh.

   'OK now my arms are tied behind me so can you move around to the side of
the bed.  Mike followed her instructions.  'Climb up and help me to sit up
please.  She felt the bed sag as his weight was added to her's then he
reached forward tentatively.  'Ooo!'.  'Sorry' he said as his fingers
alighted on a soft spherical piece of skin.  He found her arm and lifted
her upward until she was sitting and felt around until he came to her bound
arms.  They were covered by the rucked up nightdress so he lifted it back
over Jenny's head and tried to pull it down to cover her inadvertently
brushing across two very prominent peaks of flesh.  Eventually he worked
both knots free and Jenny groaned as she moved her arms around exercising
the stiff muscles.  She climbed off the bed and pulled the nightdress down
covering herself again then said 'OK Mike, you can open your eyes now.

   He opened his eyes then climbed off the bed and went to switch on the
lights.  Jenny stood in her shear chiffon nightgown gently rubbing her
wrists were the ropes had cinched her skin.  He moved to her and enquired
'What the hell happened.  How did you end up trussed up on your own bed'.
Jenny told him the story but she couldn't explain how the women had got
into her room.  She hadn't seen them slip through the bookcase.  Mike stood
thinking for a minute taking his time enjoying the view particularly as
Jenny's erect nipples were patently obvious poking out through her nighty's
lacy bodice.  Eventually he shook himself and said 'I remember there were
stories of secret passages and doorways in old Castles.  I wouldn't be
surprised if there were some in this place.  We can search in the morning
if you like'.  'OK' agreed Jenny.  'But you'd better get going we don't
want you found in a married woman's bedroom in the middle of the night. 
The others might get completely the wrong idea'.  He looked at her
searching for something in her eyes 'Completely' he said raising an
eyebrow. Jenny hesitated looking at him for a second.  'Yes.  Completely'
she said quietly.

   He turned and made for the door.  'Mike' said Jenny.  He turned and felt
her soft lips on his cheek.  'Thanks for being a gentleman'.  She
remembered his hands on her thighs as he'd tenderly stroked down her legs.
She was pretty sure they'd gone slower and taken slightly longer than was
absolutely necessary.  'Well mostly a gentleman'.  He nodded and left
closing the door behind him.



   Chapter Three.

   The next morning at breakfast there were only five present.  Neither
Lucy or Natasha came down.  Mike had knocked on their door first thing but
neither woman was there and a search of the Castle failed to find them. 
Jenny and Mike were concerned and wanted to phone the Police but the
Amberson's seemed quite happy with the situation knowing full well that if
the two women failed to attend the reading then it meant a greater share
for them.  Mike took out his mobile and studied it for a few seconds.  'No
signal' he announced so when Jenkins entered he asked if he could use the
Castles phone as his mobile was useless.  'I believe this area is not well
server for these new fangled devices Sir' Jenkins told him.  'And
unfortunately the storm has knocked out the only phone line connecting the
Castle to the shore.  The only alternative seemed to be for someone to row
across the lake and go to the nearest town to report the matter but as they
weren't sure the women wouldn't turn up and as they hadn't been missing
long enough for the Police to be concerned nobody was prepared to go.  Also
the chance of missing the reading may have had something to do with it as
well.

   Once they had finished eating Mike announced he was going to investigate
the East wing which had lain unused for years.  The women may be there he'd
said.  Immediately Claude Amberson piped up 'Jenny why don't you accompany
my wife and I to check the lower floors.  Much easier then climbing all
those stairs.  Jenny was unsure but didn't want to appear rude so
reluctantly agreed although she would have preferred the protective company
of Mike.  Still nothing much could happen if she was with both the man and
his wife.

   Mike wandered off to the East Wing and Claude, Jenny and Deirdre
Amberson went to the small wooden door that led down to the old servants
quarters.  It was dim and musky not having been used or cleaned for many a
year as they crept along the silent corridors.  'In here' directed Claude
and ushered Jenny in through a doorway with a particularly heavy oak door.
As Mrs.  Amberson entered she slammed the door closed.  Jenny turned to see
Claude lighting a wall mounted lamp.  He lit three in all then came over to
Jenny who was standing there wide eyed with surprise.  In the gradually
increasing light the purpose of the room became obvious.  It was the Castle
dungeon.  Unused for many years the various devices still looked usable if
old and slightly rusted.

   Claude spoke.  'So my dear you're Peter's daughter.  (Jenny's father
Peter had been Ebenezer's eldest son and had passed on over ten years
before).  'Well we think that as my wife is Ebenezer's only surviving child
she should inherit the estate so we'd like you to sign this document'.  He
held up a sheet of paper.  'What's that' Jenny asked her voice unsteady. 
'It just says you renounce any rights to a share of the estate in return
for a cash sum.  Of course it is dated a couple of years ago to make it
seem that you received the money in lieu of your inheritance'.

   'You must be mad' shouted Jenny 'I'm not signing that.  No way'. 
'Claude sighed 'we thought you might say that'.  Jenny took a step toward
the door but was immediately seized in a vice like grip by Deirdre
Amberson. Together she and her husband shoved the struggling Jenny toward a
column of stone were a pair of shackles dangled.  Much swearing and pushing
later Jenny hung with her wrists and ankles clamped by the steel bracelets.
She shook them but even though the metal was old it was still strong.  She
screamed, shouted then screamed some more until she ran out of breath.  The
Amberson's looked on smugly.  'It's no good my dear.  This is a dungeon. 
It is designed to keep the screams from the more delicate ears of the
Castles occupants.  People have been tortured to death down here while they
ate their supper upstairs completely oblivious to the noise.  Besides we
tested it earlier and you can't here a thing no matter how loud you
scream'.

   'You won't get away with this' Jenny shouted the old clich�(C) not
really convinced of it herself.  'Oh I think we will' replied Claude in a
low dangerous voice.  'Deirdre go and get the stuff while I prepare our
guest'.  Deirdre Amberson nipped out of the dungeon door making sure it was
open for the minimum amount of time and slammed it shut again.

   'I suggest you sign my dear and save yourself a great deal of distress'.
Jenny looked back at him stonily.  'Well don't say I didn't warn you.  It
would be bad if you turned up with any marks on you to suggest we'd made
you sign under duress but I think we've come up with a way to convince you
without resorting to blunt instruments or thumbscrews or the like'.

   With that he fished a small pen knife from his pocket and approached the
now trembling girl.  She looked at the knife the light reflecting from it's
polished blade as he reached up and severed the top button of her crisp
white blouse.

   She could see the lust in his dark eyes grow as he continued cutting off
her buttons.  Gradually the blouse opened down the front as more buttons
disappeared into the gloom until there were non left to sever.  He pulled
the sides of her shirt upward out of the waist band of the chequered blue
skirt she'd chosen that morning until it hung loose.  His breathing rasped
in his throat as with some ceremony he pulled apart the two sides revealing
her upper body.  His hot gaze roamed over her revealed body.  'My dear.  I
suspected a fine show but this is magnificent.  Your husband must be the
happiest man alive'.  'Fuck off you pervert' she spat at him.  His face
dropped then hardened.  'Have it your own way'.

   The knife flashed again as he sliced through the blouse's arms,
shoulders and finally the collar and whipped it from her body leaving her
in just her lacy bra.  She was trembling even more now.  The dungeon was
deathly cold but she also feared what was to be done to her.  Not knowing
her fate only made it worse.  The dungeon was full of many pain inducing
contraptions of devious ingenuity and her imagination ran riot.

   After perusing her for a few seconds he cut her left bra strap.  Just to
heighten the tension even more he ran the knife blade softly across her
upper chest.  The thin white line the knife left on her skin turned pink
until it reached her right shoulder then he cut that strap.  The bra sagged
a little as the support was removed but not much.  Jenny's enormous breasts
were still remarkably firm and high in spite of the abuse they'd so
recently received.

   'Bastard' she hissed at him but he just smiled and pushing the knife
under the middle of her bra sliced through the only thing keeping it in
place.  The lacy garment fluttered to the ground revealing Jenny's upper
body in all it's glory.  The combination of the cold and the danger was
having a very noticeable effect on her.  Both nipple were erect.  'Well
well' he smirked.  'Could it be you're enjoying on this'.  Jenny regarded
him silently.  No insults would have any effect so she just saved her
energy for the ordeal no doubt to come.

   He reached forward and stroked a finger around her left nipple which
grew a little more.  'Let's see if we can warm you up a little.  you're
going to need all the warmth you can get shortly I think'.  Totally
unexpectedly he drew back his hand a slapped her left tit sending it
flying. 'You swine' she whined as her flesh settled back now with a red
mark on the outside.  Her words had little effect as he spanked her other
tit.  She writhed about in her shackles trying avoid him but there wasn't
enough freedom of movement as he made contact again and again and again.  L

   Mrs.  Amberson was descending the stairs carrying her booty.  She'd been
careful to make sure no one saw her.  They may have questioned why she was
taking a large plastic washing up bowl, a jug of water and a plastic sack
down with her.  She retraced her steps along the corridor treading slowly.
She knew her husband and his vices.  If she interrupted him to soon he'd be
cranky all day.  Let him have his fun she had no reason to protect Jenny.
Better the blonde bimbo on the receiving end then her.  She stood waiting
for a couple of minutes outside the large oaken door.  Not a meaty slap nor
a whimper could be heard.

   Sighing she turned the handle, pushed open the door and entered. 
'SLAP'. In the flickering light she could see the big titted bimbo was
hanging from the column her cheeks streaked with tears.  Claude spotted his
wife and stepped back sweat beaded on his excited face.  'Ah just in time
my dear.  I've prepared our guest as best I can'.  She looked at Jenny. 
Both her breasts were cherry red and covered with hand prints.

   Deirdre placed her stuff on the ground and Both Ambersons walked to a
biggish wooden table.  Together they dragged it across the dungeon and
against an old set of stocks.  Jenny hung oblivious to the preparations the
pain in her chest filling her mind.  Suddenly Claude seized her chin and
raising her head hissed 'SIGN'.  She shook her head obstinately her lips
compressed and stared back at him sullenly.  He held out his hand and
Deirdre placed something in it.  The smile returned to his face as he
gripped the peak of her left tit and pulled it outward.  Jenny gasped but
continued to resist.  Suddenly he snapped a bulldog clip over her
out-stretched nipple.  She grimaced as a new pain shot through her.  'SIGN'
he shouted in her face'.  Again she shook her head.

   Idly he used his finger playing with the bulldog clip as Jenny writhed
but still she resisted.  He seized her other tit and snapped a second clip
on her.  She threw her head back and grimaced again as new agonies hit her.
'Feel free to scream my dear.  I like it when they scream.  No one can hear
you.  No one will save you.  Now SIGN'.  Jenny looked up at him through her
tears and spat in his face.  'NEVER' she shouted.

   Stepping back from her he wiped the spittle from his cheek his face now
redder than ever.  In a quiet silky voice he said 'I hope you realise the
more you resist the more fun I get.  So just carry on my dear.  I've got
all day, well nearly all day, till three o'clock at least, that's hours
away yet.  We can have a whole lot of fun until then'.  Jenny shuddered
nearly breaking and begging to sign but his smug face stiffened her resolve
and she stared at him stoically.  Her nipples were throbbing now under the
grip of the clips.  The blood couldn't flow and they were turning a funny
colour.

   Deirdre Amberson stepped forward and undid one on the shackles around
Jenny's wrist.  Before she could react the woman twisted her arm up her
back forcing her to lean forward hanging from the remaining shackle on her
other wrist.  Claude then unlocked that one and twisted her arm.  She found
herself bent forward her ankles still manacled with both arms twisted
behind her.  A rope quickly secured her wrists together then the ankle
shackles were removed.  Together they man handled her across to the table
they'd moved earlier.  Deirdre held her as Claude opened up the stocks. 
Jenny realised their intensions and tried to struggle free but Deirdre hung
on to her with unsuspected strength.  She pushed Jenny until her thighs hit
the edge of the table and bent her forward over it until her neck came down
right in the centre on the open stocks.  Claude gleefully slammed it shut
and padlocked it.  Jenny struggled but the stock although old were still
robust and held her fast.  The bindings around her wrists also held.

   The Ambersons then stepped away and Deirdre went to collect the items
she'd brought in earlier.  The bowl was placed on the table beside Jenny's
wriggling body.  The top of the table was approximately six inches below
her shoulders so only her breasts with their bulldog clip jewelry hung down
just touching it.  Into the bowl Deirdre poured the water from the jug
she'd brought.  Then bending down she opened the sack.  She reached inside
and brought out a small trowel heaped with the snow she'd collected from
outside the Castle and began tipping it into the water.  The first few
trowel fulls immediately melted into the water but as each new one was
added the water temperature dropped until the snow stopped disappearing and
only ice formed.  She swirled the trowel around in the water then looked up
at Claude.  He nodded and she pushed the bowl under Jenny until her breasts
hung straight down into the freezing water.

   Jenny jerked as another new agony was added to her mammaries.  No matter
how much she wriggled around she couldn't escape the numbing cold.  A
smirking Claude looked on as her breasts were subjected to further
suffering and agonising pain.

   They sat back to watch as Jenny suffered in silence occasionally
writhing.  After a few minutes Claude rose and asked her again 'Ready to
sign yet?' Jenny said nothing so he moved to the sack and ladled more snow
into the bowl.  another ten minutes passed then Claude rose once more.  By
now Jenny couldn't feel her breasts, they were completely numb with cold.
She stirred slightly as he pulled the bowl of freezing water from under
her. Ice had formed on the surface which scratched her skin as it broke. 
Then he reached under her and released the bulldog clips.

   The blood flowed back into her abused nipples and excruciating pain
exploded in her chest.  She shrieked out loud her breasts on fire.  Claude
waved the paper in her face but even though tears were streaming from her
eyes she resisted and told him where he could stick his paper.  In
retrospect that probably wasn't the smartest move.  Claude exploded with
rage ran around to the back of Jenny and flipped her skirt up exposing her
white cotton panties.  With both hands he ripped them from her body and
threw then away then dragged down the zipper on his trousers.  Fishing
inside he drew out his cock which was already erect from the sadistic
treatment he and his wife had dealt out and moved forward.

   Jenny steeled herself for the first penetrating thrust into her body. 
It had come to this earlier than she'd thought.  The shining glee in the
eyes of Claude Amberson as he'd slapped her flesh had told the story.  Pain
was his turn on and rape inevitable whether she'd signed the paper or not.
She was powerless to stop him and completely at his mercy.  No one, not
even his wife who, although physically strong, was completely cowed by him
and wouldn't interfere as he took another woman even when it was right in
front of her.  Jenny closed her eyes as she felt his hands on her hips
spreading her.

   The dungeon door cracked open and a voice said 'You in here Jenny?' The
door opened further and Mike poked his head in.  The sight that met his
eyes would stay with him forever.  Claude with his cock in his hand
standing behind a topless Jenny who was locked in old fashioned stocks.  He
rushed in and went straight at Claude his fists raised, rage exploding in
him.  Claude squealed like a girl and dodged around the other side of Jenny
looking completely ridiculous as his cock bounced up and down as he ran. 
Mike pursued him and as he followed him round Jenny's bound body he headed
for the now un-protected door.  Deirdre was there first and both Ambersons
beat a hasty retreat pulling the door closed after them.  Mike made to
chase them when he heard Jenny call out weakly 'Mike.  Please'.

   He slowed realising Jenny was more important to him for now than chasing
the Ambersons.  He quickly pulled her skirt down then untied her wrists. 
He angrily threw the bowl of icy water across the room then looked round
for some way to release her from the stocks.  The fixings were old but the
padlock was a new one obviously brought by the Ambersons for the purpose.
He found a funny looking implement like an axe which he used to smash at
the padlock.  It held but the fixings parted from the wood and Jenny was
free.

   She was practically unconscious so Mike cradled her in his arms then
carried her out of the dungeon up to her room and laid her on the bed. 
Quickly filling a bowl with warm water this time he sat beside her and
pulled her into a sitting position.  She leant into him and her head
flopped on to his shoulder.  He draped a towel across her lap then soaked a
face flannel in the water and applied it to her frozen breast.  Jenny
groaned as the luke-warm water was applied.  To her frozen skin the warmth
felt scalding hot but gradually the heat permeated her skin as he
alternated between her bosoms.  For twenty minutes he continued to gently
and dreamily warm Jenny's breasts until she stirred and whispered 'Mike'.
'Mmmm' he replied.  'I'm nice and warm now'.  'Mmmm' he repeated still
gently caressing her.  'Mike'.  'Mmmm'.  'I'm recovered now thank you.  You
can stop fondling my boobies'.  'Oh.  Err...yes.  Sorry' he stammered all
flustered and released her breasts.  Jenny smiled weakly then rose and
using the towel dried herself and selected a new bra from her case.  She
put it on followed by a powder blue high necked pullover.

   He stood watching her dress.  He knew he shouldn't but he was captivated
by her beauty, as well as her more obvious attributes.  As she faced away
from him gingerly putting on a lacy bra he marveled at her slender back
which tapered down from wide shoulders to a tiny waist.  As she moved the
light played on the moving musculature.  She must spend hours working out
he thought.

   She approached him and crossed her arms around his neck.  Whispering
'Thank you for rescuing me again' pulled him down until their lips met. 
The gentle tender kiss lasted twenty seconds and his hands had just started
to pull her to him when she broke away.  'I'll be fine now thanks.  I'll
lock my door until 3:00 o'clock and the reading of the Will so no one can
try anything again.  See you then'.  He left her room in a daze and as she
closed the door he looked back.  'Wow' he thought as he heard the bolts on
the inside being pushed home.



   Chapter Four.

   With Mike out of the way Jenny pulled off her sweater and went into the
bathroom.  She stood before the mirror regarding herself.  The redness had
all but disappeared from her breasts, actually helped by the cold water
ironically and her nipples had returned to their normal soft pinkish brown
colour.  She cupped her heavy left mammary squeezing gently testing the
nerve endings when the image of Mike applying the warm cloth sprang into
her mind.  She recalled that as the numbness had died away it had became an
increasingly pleasant sensation and it had crossed her mind to let him
continue his ministrations longer than was strictly necessary.

   She sighed and having checked the door was securely bolted and a wedge
solidly driven under the bookcase slipped under the covers on the bed and
tried to doze for a while.  Fleeting images of Claude, Natasha, Deirdre and
Lucy kept intruding all chasing her down never ending dark corridors. 
Every door was locked as she frantically tried to escape her pursuers.  No
matter how hard she ran they never fell behind and never seemed to tire.

   She awoke sweating and threw back the rumpled covers which had become
entwined about her as she'd twisted and turned in her troubled sleep.  She
checked the time and saw it was 2:15.  In the shower warm water cascaded
over her shoulders and made little waterfalls from the slopes of her chest.
The cares seemed to wash away as the soapy bubbles drained into the plug
hole.

   She dressed in a white long sleeved blouse and charcoal gray skirt then
stood erect breathing deeply and evenly trying to calm herself.  The
Ambersons and Lucy and Natasha may have made themselves scarce but they
weren't going to miss the reading for anything and who knew what might
transpire when they came face to face once more.

   She padded down the staircase on her way to the sitting room.  Just as
she reached the last stair Jenkins appeared.  'Madam.  I have been asked to
convey you to the lower floor where the late Masters Will is to be read' he
bowed slightly and ushered her toward the same small door she and the
Ambersons had gone through just hours before.  'Are you sure this is right'
asked Jenny somewhat concerned.  The steps down and dim corridors still
held a certain dread for her.  'Oh yes Madam.  Mr.  Fraser is waiting for
us now'.  They continued on then turned away from the dreaded dungeon into
another dim corridor.  At the far end, through an open door, Jenny could
see Mike sitting waiting talking to someone out of sight.  Jenkins ushered
her through and she crossed to greet him then stopped as she saw the sick
look on his face.  Turning she found herself staring down both barrels of a
very efficient looking shotgun held in the hands of Mr.  Fraser.  The
Butler started to enter and Jenny shouted urgently 'Jenkins, quick run,
Fraser's gone mad he's got a gun'.  She was stunned as Jenkins smiled in
his usual obsequious way and entered to stand beside the Solicitor.  'Just
so Madam' he said.

   Jenny looked from one man to the other.  Gradually the similarity
between then dawned on her.  Both were of medium height, balding and
portly. She mentally subtracted the heavy black rimmed glasses from
Fraser's face and it became obvious they were very closely related.

   'I can see from your expression Mrs.  Richards that you've guessed our
little secret' began Fraser.  'Yes it's true Jenkins here, or should I say
Arnold, is my brother.  We had a sweat little set-up going here until the
old man pegged it.  We had to move fast to make sure our scheme wasn't
uncovered before we had chance to liquidate our gains and make our
get-a-way.  'I'm sorry to have to inform you that between us we've stolen
just about every single penny Ebenezer managed to accumulate over the
years.

   Jenny looked at the two men stunned.  Mike his face full of rage started
to rise until Fraser re-directed the guns two black maws at his chest. 
'Now, now Mr.  Hogan lets not have any heroics.  I don't want to shoot you
but my bother and I have no intension of being brought to book for this so
remain seated if you please'.

   Mike's wrath subsided as he sunk back onto the concrete ledge he'd been
sitting on.  Fraser indicated to Jenny and she sat down beside him.

   Fraser was obviously in a loquacious mood and just like a typical baddy
couldn't resist a monologue eager for someone to know how clever and
devious he and his brother had been.  'As the old mans Solicitor and
Financial adviser it was quite easy for me to embezzle the funds from his
various bank accounts and insurance policies.  As long as the bills got
paid he wasn't at all concerned and I dealt with all the correspondence so
it was easy to sort out any queries that arose from the banks or revenue
people.  Then in the later years as his eye sight began to fail and he
became more forgetful Arnold here hit on a second scheme.  Every bit of
silverware, every painting, antique, bit of porcelain and piece of jewelry
of any value in the Castle has been meticulously copied and the real items
replaced.  I'm sorry to say that almost the entire contents of the Castle
are worthless.  That also goes for the building itself.  It's mortgaged to
the hilt and in such a bad state of repair that it would require tens of
thousands of pounds just to make it habitable.

   Mike's face had gradually grown redder and redder as Fraser had calmly
described their crimes.  Jenny merely sat dejectedly.  'Well can't stand
here all day chatting we have foreign climbs to go to.  Obviously we will
be locking you in here but there's just one extra precaution.  Arnold, if
you please'.  The Butler moved toward Jenny with a pair of curious looking
objects.  Each looked like a black metal ball resting on a two inch wide
collar.  If Madam would make a fist please' he said falling back into his
best Butlers tone.  Jenny scrunched her little hand into a fist and Jenkins
opened the ball along a hinge and clamped it around her wrist engulfing her
fist in the ball section.  He then clipped a tiny padlock in place locking
it.

   Jenny looked curiously at the black metal covering her hand until it
dawned on her that i was a kind of cuff.  Inside the ball her hand was
trapped in a fist which couldn't pass out through the collar.  It worked on
the Monkey trap principle proving an effective way of preventing her using
her hand.

   The second cuff was added then another pair to Mike who glowered at the
Butler but took no action while Fraser held the gun on Jenny.  They
finished up looking like a pair of boxers with black metal gloves.

   'If you're wondering, by the way, Lucy, the Ambersons and Natasha are in
the next room similarly restrained.  Arnold took the two girls prisoner in
the tunnel after they left your bedroom Mrs.  Richards.  For some reason
they were naked and seemed very distracted'.

   Jenny looked to the Butler who bowed slightly and said 'There is a spy
hole in one of the paintings on your wall.  I observed your little
assignation with the ladies.  Very instructive Madam'.  He smirked at her.
'Bloody men'.  Thought Jenny.

   The Ambersons we took as they emerged from the basement.  Claude seemed
very err..stimulated.  His cloths were in some disarray.

   Both crooks moved to the door and Jenkins went out.  Just as Fraser was
pulling it closed he poked his head around and said 'Oh.  Just to add a
little frisson to your exciting adventure I've planted a large explosive
charge at the base of the main staircase.  It should bring the whole of the
upper floors crashing down so it may be a while before anyone finds you. 
Toodle Pip'.  Mike flung himself forward as Fraser slammed the door shut.
It locked with a loud click.  Mike swore and punched the door with his
metal encased fist then hopped around the small cell groaning in pain
clutching his throbbing hand.

   Meanwhile Jenny studied the door.  'Mike stop messing about and come and
look at this'.  Mumbling to himself he did as she asked.  The solid oak
door looked impregnable and very solid but the main feature she pointed out
was the total lack of a keyhole.  It seemed to them the door couldn't be
opened from inside.  Suddenly Jenny spotted a hole in the wall next to the
door frame about three feet off the ground.  'What's this' she mused
stooping to peer into it.  It was about two inches in diameter and appeared
to be eight inches or so deep.  At the other end a red button glowed
softly.

   'It's the bloody mechanism.  What sort of idiot author design's that
sort of lock' she said peevishly.  'Mike look round we need a stick, pole,
piece of wire, anything to poke that button to open the door'.  They
fruitlessly searched the small cell twice before admitting that there was
nothing that could be used'.  'How about our cloths' she suggested but
again they were out of luck.  Together they sat on the ledge deep in
thought.

   Suddenly Jenny felt Mike jump.  She turned to him 'What.  Have you
thought of something?' He turned away 'No, no I couldn't'.  'Look' said
Jenny 'The bloody building is going to collapse on top of us anytime now.
So what have you come up with'.  Mike hesitated before stammering
'Well...err...I suppose it's possible...err..  I can't ask you
to...err...no, no'.  'Mike, we're going to die here.  Now spit it out'.  He
still hesitated then in a resigned voice said 'The hole is wide enough,
just, and I could possibly reach it'.  'Yes, yes.  How'.  'Err..with
my..err..thingy'.  'Your thingy.  What the hell are you on about'.  He
nodded downward.  'My..err..thingy'.  Jenny looked down to were he was
indicating confused until it slowly dawned on her what Mike was referring
to.  She said slowly and deliberately 'Are you seriously telling me that
you could reach that button with your penis'.  'Err...yes..err...but only
if it was...um....angry'.  'Angry?' 'Yes.  Very angry'.  Jenny worked out
what he meant and blushed'.  'That hole's eight inches deep you had better
not be a typical man and exaggerating what you've got in there'.  Mike
smiled impishly.  'Well I've never actually used a ruler but I think it
could work'.

   Jenny looked at him hard.  'OK'.  She sprang up resigned to the plan. 
They had no other alternative and the situation was desperate.  Mike stood
up but it quickly became obvious that he couldn't even release his trousers
with his hands trapped in the metal cuffs.  'You'll have to help me here
Jen' he said.  'But I can't do anymore than you' she said holding up her
enclosed hands.  'You'll have to use your teeth' he said.  'Oh Christ.  I
knew there was going to be a catch'.  Jenny knelt at his feet and started
the tear at his trouser band while he looked down on her blonde head. 
Unbidden an entirely different image flashed into his mind.  Eventually the
waste band parted and with much grunting and pulling she managed to lower
his trousers until he could extract each ankle and kick them away.

   She looked at him.  He blushed even more and smiled sheepishly.  'Sorry'
he said.  Jenny sighed 'How do I get myself in these situations'.  Jenny
gripped the left leg of his boxers and tugged then downward a couple of
inches then moved to the other side and repeated the move gradually
dragging them down.  As they lowered the waist band revealed more and more
of his manhood.  Jenny's eyes started to widen as it seemed to go on and
on. 'Bloody hell he's massive' she thought well impressed.

   When his boxer shorts reached the ground he kicked them off as well so
he stood before her naked from the waist down.  'OK' Jenny said 'make it
angry'.  'Err..' he swallowed nervously.  'Err...I can't just make it
angry, not just like that, not with these on' indicating the metal gloves.
'You'll have to help me'.  Jenny stared at him stonily.  'Are you
suggesting what I think you're suggesting' she asked.  His grin widened
'Err...sorry...but we are in a life and death bind here aren't we'.  He
didn't look all that sorry she thought.

   She sighed and bowed her head then resigned looked up at him.  To be
fair it was a particularly good one she thought.  Well at least compared to
the ones she'd seen before.  Not the biggest, that record was shared by
Horace 'The Horse' and Nathan, but still a bloody fine specimen.  Her
cheeks reddened as she leant forward.  Hooking the dangling end with her
tongue she scooped it up and sucked him in.

   Mike jerked his hips back giggling and he popped out of her mouth. 
'What?  Look you've got to work with me here' she said severely 'Stop
laughing and get back here so I can suck your cock'.  Mike grinned
sheepishly and gingerly stepped closer.  Again she put her lips around the
end of his dick and sucked him in.  He closed his eyes and moaned softly.
Soft warm wetness engulfed him as Jenny began working his member.  He
started to harden and rise almost immediately making her job easier but as
he grew the true size and girth of him began stretching her lips apart.

   Jenny worked him with all her skill, swirling her tongue around the
massive purple head and sucking him as deeply as she could into her mouth
until he bumped the back of her throat.  Soon his hips began gently
thrusting back and forth.  Mike was in male heaven.  She was giving him the
best blow job he'd ever experienced and he didn't have the will power to
stop her.  Jenny for her part was also getting carried away.  His dick felt
like velvet in her mouth as her tongue followed the veins and ridges of
him. Her feelings for him filled her and the purpose of their foreplay
slipped from her mind as she sucked him deeper and deeper into her. 
Glistening saliva coated him and he slipped in and out like a well oiled
piston.  Their rhythm quickened.  Jenny's metal clad hands slipped round
him and urged his hips forward harder and harder.

   'Jenny, that's enough' said Mike but with not much conviction.  Jenny
didn't hear him or paid him no mind as she slurped on his shaft for all she
was worth.  'Jenny, please...Jenny...Oh God...no...Jenny, Jenny'.  Mike
exploded filling her with his essence jerking three, four times.  She
continued draining him, sucking him dry until he started to soften.  She
suddenly regained her senses.  'Oh God.  Mike I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry.  I
couldn't stop.  I don't know why I couldn't stop, I just couldn't' she said
unconvincingly not wanting to admit the truth to him or more importantly to
herself.

   Mike's breath rasped in his throat as he came down to earth.  'Oh Jenny
It's no good now.  I'm not going to be able to open that door.  We're sunk.
It's all my fault.  I wasn't strong enough.  I let you carry on when I knew
what was going to happen.  I'm so sorry'.  Jenny stared at him his face all
screwed up almost in tears'.  Her resolve stiffened.  She knew she was as
much to blame as him but she wasn't prepared just to lie down and quit.

   'Mike' she shouted snapping his head up.  'We're not dead yet'.  'But
what can we do?' his voice still quaking.  She said in a stern voice 'Do
what I tell you.  Sit on the corner of the ledge there.  Don't worry their
isn't a man alive who I can't get hard in two minutes flat even if they
have just fucked my face and spurted a gallon of cum down my throat'.  He
gasped at the crudities shocked to have heard such language from her lips
but it had the desired effect.  He perked up and sat where instructed.

   Jenny offered him her wrist.  In a softer voice now she said 'Bite the
button off for me'.  He looked at her as if she'd gone mad.  'Damn well do
it.  Now' she screamed exasperated with him.  He quickly took the button
between his teeth and gnawed it through spitting it out when it came loose.
The other sleeve followed then he started on the buttons up the middle of
her blouse.  The final buttons popped off as Jenny, frustrated at the
delay, managed to grip the silky material between her metal cuffs and
ripped it from her waist band.  Mike looked at her standing there like a
tall blonde Amazon in just her white lacy bra and gray skirt her eyes
blazing.

   Stepping forward she raised the hem of the skirt and sat down face to
face straddling his lap.  'How do you like these Mike?' she enquired
indicating her breasts.  'Jen.  You know you don't need to ask, they're
absolutely amazing'.  'Good.  Glad you approve' she pulled his head forward
burying his face in her cleavage.  With her soft skin caressing his face
she kept an eye on his limp member.  'Only a slight twitch' she thought. 
'Mike.  Use your teeth'.  He looked confused.  'The cup.  Use your teeth'.
He nodded and carefully so as not to nip her skin took the lacy cup in his
teeth and dragged it down.  She helped by raising her shoulder until her
tit popped free.

   'Mike.  Did you dream about me last night?'.  He nodded slowly a little
embarrassed.  'Did you dream about my breasts?' Again he nodded.  'What did
you do to them in your dream?'.  'Touched them' he said in the voice of a
little boy still unsure where she was leading.  'Well you can't do that. 
What else?' He reddened a little.  'Sucked them'.  'Well what are you
waiting for' she said pulling his head forward until her tit met his lips.
He needed no second invitation and engulfed the peak sucking it into the
warm wetness inside his mouth.

   His dick twitched again but still not nearly enough.  Jenny gasped. 
'God he was good at that'.  Her tit was on fire as he swirled his tongue
around the tip alternately gently sucking it and biting it.

   'Mike.  What else did you dream about.  Did you make love to me'.  With
her tit still in his mouth he nodded sending waves of pleasure through her.
'Jeez.  Control yourself girl.  You can't lose it second time'.  More
drastic measures were required.  She had to get him excited and quickly. 
The bomb could erupt any second'.

   She lowered her head and whispered in his ear.  'I don't think you did,
did you Mike.  I think you took your great big cock, spread my soft pink
pussy and plunged it deep inside me.  Then you pounded my writhing body,
pumping me, forcing yourself into me, stretching me, fucking me, even when
I begged for mercy'.  He released her breast and looked up at her shocked.
She raised her voice 'Deeper and deeper, pounding into me, taking me,
screwing me until you filled me with your cum'.

   His cock twitch and rose to half mast.  'Just a final push' though Jenny
continuing.  'Mike.  In the dungeon when you saw me trapped helpless in the
stocks my naked butt sticking up, defenseless, available, didn't the
thought cross your mind.  I was helpless.  You could have done anything you
wanted and I couldn't have stopped you'.  He stared at her incredulous his
eyes shining now.  'If you'd wanted you could so easily have walked up
behind me and taken me there and then.  Hard.  Fast.  thrusting your great
big cock into me, pounding, pounding until I screamed out'.  That's what
you wanted to do isn't it Mike' she shouted now.  'You wanted to take me
Mike, you wanted to fuck me, didn't you Mike.  Didn't you' she finished
screaming.

   The beast that is in all men erupted from it's cave roaring.  He surged
upward seizing her in his strong arms.  'Yes, Damn it' he shouted back
'That's exactly what I wanted' and crushed his lips to hers kissing her
savagely.  Swinging round he practically slammed her down on the ledge and
tried to rip the white cotton panties from her body.  The last obstacle
between him and her pussy then whimpered in frustration as the cuffs
prevented him.

   Jenny smashed her metal cuff into the side of his head knocking him
away. As quickly as it had arrived the fire left his eyes and the beast
slunk back into it's cave.  'Oh Jenny I'm so sorry but those things you
said..'.  'I know, I know.  Forget that for now.  Look' she said pointing
at the raging erection between his legs.  'The door Mike, try to open the
door'.

   He realised what she meant and rushed to the door carefully inserting
his organ into the hole.  It just fitted with a little pressure and he
pushed as far as he could.  Again he pushed but nothing happened.  'Jenny
it's not working, it's not long enough'.  Jenny felt all of her own
frustrations reach a peak and with a heart felt 'Fuck that for a game of
soldiers' charged across the room and slammed her shoulder into the base of
his spine.  Mike screamed as his pelvis smashed into the wall as with a
quiet 'click' the door swung open.

   Groaning piteously Mike wheezed 'Awwwwwww.  Christ on a bike, that's
gonna to smart in the morning' and collapsed in a heap on the floor.  Jenny
pulled the door open and shouting at Mike dragged him upright and helped
him out into the corridor.  Together they raced, staggered in Mike's case,
as fast as they could up to the main entrance hall and the grand staircase.
Jenny quickly spotted the bomb and raced to it.  She knelt to look at a
bundle of a dozen sticks of dynamite taped together with a simple alarm
clock connected by multiple coloured wires and ticking.  Jenny was
devastated as a sick feeling rose in her stomach.  The timer was down to
ten seconds and counting down.  Mike reached her as she swung round. 
'Those stupid brothers have used enough dynamite to blow up the Island let
alone the top floors.  There's no way we can avoid it Mike.  I'm so sorry'.
Together they stood facing each other determined to pass their final
seconds in each others arms.  'Hold me darling' sobbed Jenny.

   He engulfed her in his strong arms and swung her away from the bomb as
if he could protect her with his body.  She buried her head in his shoulder
and he buried his in her hair.  They hugged waiting for the inevitable as
the timer ran down.

   The last seconds ticked off.  Tick, tick, tick, snip.

   Silence.

   'Snip?'.  'What happened to Kaboom.  Bombs don't go snip.  They go
Kaboom' she thought.

   Jenny raised her head and peered over Mikes shoulder.  Suki stood there
smiling twirling a pair of wire cutters round her finger.  'SUKI' Jenny
shouted gleefully and ran to her sweeping the slim Japanese agent up in a
great bear hug.  'What the hell are you doing here' shouted Jenny happily.

   When she could be persuaded to stop squeezing the life out of her friend
and fellow agent Suki explained 'I heard your message to HQ and it struck a
chord.  Something about the names you mentioned so I looked Fraser up on
the database, had to go all the way up to code Purple to find him, but it
seems he's on our list to be watched.  He was mixed up in a huge
embezzlement scandal a few years back involving a Government minister but
nothing could be proved.  I just thought, suspect embezzler, large
inheritance, you might need some help.  So I came.  Just in time it would
seem'.

   She looked up 'Now are you going to introduce me to your 'remarkably'
well endowed friend'.  The two girls stood arm in arm smiling at Mikes
embarrassment as he slowly moved to cover himself.  'If someone could
remove these cuffs for me I'll go and get dressed' he murmured.

   Suki quickly picked the simple locks on his cuffs and he turned to climb
the stairs up to his room.  The girls watched him go until Suki commented
'Mmmm nice butt as well don't you think Jen?' Jenny blushed and said 'Can't
say I noticed'.  Suki looked at her sharply detecting her quickening breath
and how she had reddened and refused to meet her gaze.  'You and him' she
said 'you haven't have you, you know' nodding conspiratorially.  Jenny
blushed even more 'No, no we haven't' still not looking at Suki.  'Well not
that anyway'.

   No matter how hard she pressed Jenny steadfastly refused to tell her any
more.  Especially not how Mike had ended up naked from the waist down. 
'Oh. Alright' said Suki finally giving up 'But would you like me to help
put that tit back into your bra for you'.



   Epilogue

   With her blouse ruined Jenny put on the powder blue high necked sweater
again.  Some time later she came down the long staircase to find Suki and
Mike deep in conversation.  Mike was telling a story including gestures. 
His hips were thrusting obscenely forward and then he punched himself on
the backside.  Suki's eyes closed tight and her shoulders began to heave up
and down.  Her face started to go red and clutching her stomach.  Mike
fained an injury so serious as to be life threatening as she let out a huge
unconfined roar of laughter.  The initial laughter subsided but she
continued giggling like a school girl and hugging herself with glee.  The
troops back at HQ were going to love this one.  They looked up as Jenny
approached and Mike rose to greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and a big
hug.  The tension had gone out of him now.  Having a shotgun thrust under
your nose and being thrown into a life and death situation was something
that rarely happened to a Blacksmith.  Suki calmed down and looked around
interestedly at the old house, all it's paintings and chandeliers.  Nothing
like it was to be found in Japan she told Jenny.  Will you give me a tour'
she asked.  Jenny agreed and began explaining who some of the people in the
pictures were while Mike wandered off.

   'What's down there' enquired Suki pointing to the steps leading to the
lower floors.  'Well there's the kitchens and the servants quarters as well
as the dungeon' explained Jenny.  'Dungeon' exclaimed Suki 'sounds
interesting, show me please'.  'Oh alright' sighed Jenny.  'Follow me'.

   She led Suki down the dimly lit steps until they entered the familiar
dingy room.  Suki was entranced by all the devices and instruments.  She
recognised the stocks and braziers but puzzled over some others.  'What's
this one' she asked pointing at the Iron Maiden.  'Well you place your
victim inside and then close the door.  The spikes on the inside do the
rest.  Very grisly' 'And this one' she asked this time pointing at the
Rack. 'That one is used to stretch the victim until their joints pop out.
Even grislier'.

   'I don't understand.  How does it work'.  'Well you lay the victim on
the slab here' said Jenny indicating the flat base of the device'.  'Go on
show me' urged Suki so Jenny hoped up and lay back.  'Then your hands go
into the leather straps at the top here'.  'Like this' said Suki innocently
buckling the straps round Jenny's wrists.  'Yes.  That's it' replied Jenny.
'And the same with the ankles.  Yes.  That's it.  Now just turn the big
wooden wheel there and the victim is stretched until they either confess or
they're eight foot tall'.  Suki slowly turned the wheel until the slack in
the bindings was taken up and Jenny was stretched to her full limit.

   'Err..Suki you can release me now.  You've seen how it works'.  Suki
smiled slowly and moved to stand beside Jenny.  She leant down until their
faces were very close together and said 'You and Mike were in a bad spot
there weren't you'.  'Err..well..err..yes I suppose we were' stammered
Jenny as she suddenly realised were this was going.  'Suki please let me
go, someone might come'.  Jenny wriggled her arms but the leather bindings
while old still held her fast.  Suki continued 'The big bomb would have
killed you both if it had gone off wouldn't it?' 'Well..err..yes it would'
Jenny sighed.  'So who stopped it going off?' 'Alright.  Yes, you did Suki.
I admit it, you did.  Now please let me go' Jenny finished almost pleading.
Suki smiled even more broadly.  'And what do we do when I save your skin.
Mmmmm?' 'You get a reward I know but not here, not now, someone might come
down and see us'.

   That was all Suki needed to hear as she lowered her face to Jenny's. 
Jenny turned her head trying to avoid the kiss but she was powerless to
resist when Suki held her jaw and brought their lips together.  She kissed
her tenderly not forcing it, not open mouthed, no tongues, no lustful
mashing of lips until Jenny responded in kind and they slowly gently tasted
each other.  Gradually the kiss deepened and intensified until Jenny began
to breath more heavily loosing herself once more.

   Jenny groaned as Suki broke the kiss and stood up.  Taking the bottom of
Jenny powder blue sweater she began pulling it up.  Over her super flat
stomach even flatter now with her stretched out full length on the rack,
and upward until her lacy white bra was revealed.  She reached round Jenny
and pulled the back of the sweater upwards as well until finally the jumper
was bunched around Jenny's neck.  With a final pull she yanked it up until
it covered Jenny's head while the neck still rested under her chin.

   Jenny waited hardly daring to breathe until a soft ever so gentle hand
began massaging her upper chest.  It soon swooped lower caressing the tops
of her breasts that overflowed the top of her bra.  A finger hooked itself
into the left cup and slowly pulled down until her breast popped free.  The
other followed suit and was exposed to the cool air in the dungeon.  Hands
softly gathered in her mammaries and began a slow gentle massage of the
enormous flashy mounds.  'Oh Suki' she moaned as the ever so soft caressing
continued.  Soon her nipples reacted and started to grow.  Voluntarily this
time from the sensations shooting through her chest instead of forcibly
like when Lucy and Natasha had molested her.

   A finger agonisingly slowly circled her areola, teasing her nipple into
full hardness.  She groaned with pleasure.  Suki had never been like this
before she was usually a lot more urgent in giving and taking her pleasure.
Both nipples extended skyward as her breasts were molded round and together
fingers and thumbs now squeezing and tugging on their peaks.  Suddenly a
hot wet mouth engulfed her left peak and she moaned out piteously as the
mouth sucked softly on her skin.  Still tenderly both rubbery nipples were
treated to the soft sucking until her body began wriggling and writhing
under the feathery assault.  Jenny moaned as the mouth left her tit.  'Oh
God Suki don't stop.  Please don't stop now'.  The hands stroked downward
over her abdomen and hips until they came to her skirt.  Deftly they
maneuvered the skirt upward until it was bunched around Jenny's waist
exposing the lacy triangle of material that covered her mons.  A hand
gently stroked over the outside of her thong bringing the pleasure to the
centre of her being.  Suddenly the covering was ripped from her body.  She
shrieked as the cold air hit her pink hairless slit.  The fingers returned
to continue their teasing caresses.  Up and down.  Around and around
maddeningly slowly and tenderly they traced the outline of her pussy before
a finger dragged itself upward and over her erect and twitching clit.  She
nearly exploded on the spot but just held on as she felt hot breath on her
most intimate area.  Fingers softly spread her lips and a probing
inquisitive tongue entered her.  'Ahhh' she moaned as the tongue began
exploring the pink moist insides of her pussy.  Deeper it delved pushing,
twisting finding every nerve ending she had before pulling out to journey
upward to her waiting clitoris.  Two fingers pressed each side of her clit
and pushed upwards until the tiny bump emerged from it's protective
covering.  The tongue hesitated and Jenny held her breath waiting
expectantly for the first touch.  But it didn't come.  The tongue circled
around her erect nubbin, teasing her into a state of almost exquisite
agony.

   Suddenly her clit was sucked into a hot cavern of a mouth.  Sucked again
and again starting a rhythm almost masturbating her clit between the soft
lips that had captured it and were now trying to suck the life from it. 
Jenny moaned and moaned her hips bouncing up and down.  'Oh God.  Yes. 
right there.  More.  More.  Please.  Oh God yes'.  A finger invaded her
pussy slowly forging it's way forward until it reached Jenny's most tender
inner spot.  A second joined it stretching her insides.  The build up was
complete and the final assault began.  Both fingers started to whip left
and right across her g-spot.  Jenny's hips began to rise as she moved
toward the final summit.  Her clit was sucked inside the hot wet mouth
deeper than before and a tongue savagely dragged across it.  Her internal
muscles gripped the fingers like a vice as Jenny screamed out loud.  She
rose up stretching like a cat every muscle locking up as the incandescent
explosion of warmth began in her loins and spread out through her entire
body.  The assault on her pussy continued keeping her at the pinnacle of
her climax for as long as her body could stand the exquisite agony until
after nearly twenty seconds of the most intense pleasure she slumped back
onto the rack.

   Her chest rose and fell as she tried to regain her breath.  'Jesus
Christ Suki that was the best ever.  You've learnt a few new tricks since
we last did that.  The edge of her sweater began to edge lower and as it
passed her eyes she found herself looking up into the laughing eyes of
Mike. Confused she stammered 'Where's Suki'.  'She's over there' he
answered nodding toward her where she sat smiling, watching them.  Jenny
looked at her then back at him.  'MIKE!' she shrieked.  'That was you'. 
The red flush on her face deepened even further as the realisation of what
he'd just done to her.

   'Well I thought it was only polite to return the favour' he said kissing
her quickly on the lips.

   She stared at him then dumbfounded then muttered 'Bloody men'.

   Mike released the leather straps holding her wrists and ankles and
helped her stand.  As she straightened her cloths he said 'Of course you
realise that that wasn't my reward'.  'What do you mean not your reward. 
What the hell was it then' she responded.  'It was yours' he answered
slowly and deliberately 'for saving my life'.  She stood like a statue
staring at him as he went on.  'We both know what you're going to do to
reward Suki don't we?' Jenny shot her a stern look but only received a
smile and a wiggle of the eyebrows in return.  'So now we need to negotiate
just what my reward is going to be'.

   In a small quiet slightly quivering voice she asked 'What is it you
want'.

   He surveyed her face for a few seconds then said 'Those things you
said...those things in the cell'.  'I thought they were your fantasy' she
interrupted.  'I was trying to get you excited as fast as possible'.  'Yes
I know but were they just mine...just my fantasy...completely'.  He held
his breath as she tried to discern the deeper meaning of his words. 
'No...not completely yours' she said quietly looking down shyly.

   At her answer the tension drained from within him and his body relaxed.
Slowly he exhaled then drew himself up to his full height and looking down
at her spoke in a deep aristocratic plumy voice and said 'Prisoner at the
bar.  You are charged with many counts of grievous naughtiness, to wit,
getting yourself all dirty making mud pies in the garden, bathing with a
member of the opposite sex and not least of touching his little winkle
while the parents weren't looking.  How plead you'.  After a seconds
confusion at the sudden switch she smiled a knowing smile and answered
shyly 'Guilty M'lud....Oh so very, very guilty'.  'Then I see no
alternative other than to sentence you to the maximum punishment.  You will
spend a minimum of one hour in the town stocks.  Court warden.  please take
charge of the Prisoner'.

   Suki leapt up and with a jaunty salute took Jenny by the arm and led her
toward her fate.  The top wooden cross piece was lowered into place
trapping the blonde head and both hands then Suki moved across the room,
turned and with a saucy wink closed the heavy wooden door behind her.

   As Mike moved purposefully toward the helpless blonde he felt a molten
hot ball of excitement growing in his loins.

   In it's deep dark cave the beast raised it's sullen head and cracked an
open an eye.

   The end



   I CREAM ON JENNY BY VERN

   A sleeping Jenny -(TM)s ample bosom bounced up & down as they sped along
the bumpy road in Ashley -(TM)s Mini Cooper.  Ashley put the decrepit
little car into a four-wheel drift & pulled onto to the main highway,
slowing down beside a lorry.  Ashley grinned to herself as she eased up
beside the cab of the lorry, knowing that the driver could see the snoring
Jenny through the sunroof.  Ashley was proud of herself that she had talked
Jenny into wearing the pink outfit that she -(TM)d selected.  The backless
halter top had precluded Jenny wearing a bra & the fact that the top tied
with a bow on the back of Jenny -(TM)s neck left all sorts of possibilities
for exposure accidents.  The draft coming up through the rusted out
floorboard of the Mini Cooper had blown the tiny circle skirt up to Jenny
-(TM)s waist so her matching sheer, pink, full-bottom knickers were
completely displayed along with a few inches of Jenny -(TM)s delectable
tummy.  The weather was unusually warm for early spring but Jenny hadn
-(TM)t gotten her Brazilian for sunbathing & swimming in her bikinis so her
lush, blonde bush curled out of the top of her low-slung knickers.  It was
so hot in the air condition-less little car that the sleeping Jenny sat
slouched with one knee touching the gear shifter & the other against the
door panel.  The lorry driver reached into a storage compartment & fumbled
around until he found his digital video camera.  He swung out the little
screen & zoomed in on Jenny -(TM)s scrumptious, tulle clad pussy mound so
the scene of the wispy, blonde pubic hairs that curled out of the leg bands
was recorded.  As Jenny snored softly, Ashley carefully pushed the tip of
her manicured fingernail into the mouth of Jenny -(TM)s pussy cavity so the
net fabric was forced inside until the meaty pink pussy lips slipped past
the elastic.  Jenny -(TM)s head was flopped back on the back of the car
seat & the lorry driver was thrilled as Jenny -(TM)s mouth opened in a cock
sucker -(TM)s  -�O -� as she pushed out a soft  -�Ooooo -� of a moan. 
Ashley slowly scraped along the tulle over Jenny -(TM)s urethra until the
protective hood was pushed from the clitoris & the little nubbin popped
into view.  Ashley gently tapped the pink bud as she leaned over & gave the
lorry driver a wink.  Still deeply asleep, Jenny -(TM)s head slowly turned
from side to side as Ashley pinched & poked until a creamy mucus froth
bubbled through the net fabric of Jenny -(TM)s knickers.  Ashley had cut
out the absorbent cotton crotch panel before she had given them to Jenny to
wear.  Beads of perspiration oozed out of the soft flesh of Jenny -(TM)s
inner thighs, chest & neck so some of it dribbled into her cleavage to give
Ashley a burst of inspiration.  A tap on the back of Jenny -(TM)s head
caused it to flop forward so Ashley could tug the bow knot loose from the
halter, allowing the magnificent 38 double D -(TM)s their freedom.  The
lorry driver -(TM)s eyes bugged out at the sight of such superb bazooms but
he quickly gathered his composure as Jenny -(TM)s head was tilted back
against the car seat.  Ashley reached over to pinch & tug on Jenny -(TM)s
pink nipples until they were erect and the areolas darkened to a deep
cinnamon.  Jenny moaned her scarlet painted lips opening again to reveal
her pink tongue.  The lorry driver reached for a retractable patch cord on
the dash console, plugged it into the video out port of his camera &
flipped a switch.  The back & sides of the lorry sprang to life with the
image of Jenny as videoed by the driver -(TM)s camera.

   Some genius had decided that the public wasn -(TM)t being bombarded with
enough advertisements & the lorry was a prototype of a high-tech mobile
video billboard.  The sides & back of the truck were giant flat video
monitors that could play advertisements from DVD -(TM)s or display live
concerts or sporting events & the driver was delivering it to its new
owners.  From the driver -(TM)s seat, Ashley could only see a jumble of
pink & flesh colors flashing on the side of the truck & thought nothing of
it, in fact, she decided to share her charms with the lorry driver.  She
flipped the hem of her skirt up & tucked it into its waist-band, exposing
her own sheer, black g-string & the lush tangle of her brunette bush.  She
tugged the skimpy thing to the side & began to slowly pump her fingers in &
out of her sopping cunt, for the act of exposing herself to a stranger,
turned her on almost as much as exhibiting her sleeping friend.  Ashley
withdrew her fingers, leaned over so she could see the lorry drive & sucked
off her pussy -(TM)s juices.  The drivers behind the lorry started honking
their horns in applause to the sexy scene that was being shown on the giant
monitor & the noise from all the horns awaken Jenny.  As she looked out the
window, it took her a little while to realize that the image on the side of
the truck was her & Ashley.  She fainted dead away when this finally sunk
in but Ashley, with the limited view out the passenger windows, never put
it together so she continued her lascivious show for the lorry driver until
she approached her exit.  Ashley pulled the pathetic, sputtering Mini
Cooper up to the entrance to the clubhouse of the lavish country club &
quickly retied the bow of Jenny -(TM)s halter before the parking valet
approached.  As Jenny slowly emerged from her stupor, her eyes grew as big
a saucers & she turned to Ashley.   -�Oooo, Ashley!  I had the strangest
dream! -� Jenny murmured as the smartly uniformed young man, whipped open
the passenger-side door.  Jenny absentmindedly swiveled, putting one
stiletto pump-clad foot on the cobblestone driveway but paused to continue
telling Ashley about her dream.  The valet reeled back but quickly regained
his composure as he squatted down & leaned forward.  A little unspoken
benefit of his job was the many beavers that he was able to shoot as the
spoiled, rich ladies exited their automobiles but here before him, was the
mother of all beaver shots!  Jenny didn -(TM)t realized the disheveled
state of her tiny skirt or her knickers, but her sheer, see through crotch
& elastic leg bands held the wings of her pussy spread like a prize pink
butterfly in a rare insect collection.  Ashley was well aware of the valet
so when Jenny rolled her eyes heavenward at one point in recounting her
erotic dream, Ashley winked at the valet to indicate to him that his
staring at Jenny -(TM)s pudendum was not only acceptable, but was part of
her little game to display Jenny -(TM)s most intimate parts without Jenny
-(TM)s knowledge.  Ashley locked her eyes to Jenny -(TM)s to keep the
description of the erotic dream flowing.  The valet leaned in even closer
to Jenny -(TM)s crotch until he could see her schnaggli in the center of
her split beaver, nibbling at the air, as if searching for something to
fill it.  Perspiration & pussy juice glistened on the soft flesh of her
inner thighs & to the delight & amazement of the valet, a tiny bubble of
slick, lubricating mucus would froth through the tulle netting of her panty
crotch whenever she paused in her dream description to take a breath.  The
valet knew what it must be like to be a gynecologist as he studied every
meaty fold of Jenny -(TM)s nether region as her shapely thighs could hardly
be more wide spread.  Every time the delicious girl squirmed her luscious
bottom, the net fabric would scrape across the scarlet bud of her exposed
clitoris & the gauzy material would pull the protective hood back a little
more.  It took all of the

   valet -(TM)s willpower to prevent him from diving in, face first,
sucking & tonguing the scrumptious girl to orgasm.  Jenny had an
unconscious need to pee but was too into describing her dream to
acknowledge it so she kept flexing her kegel muscles & this would cause the
mouth of her pussy chamber to yawn open to expose the scarlet, weeping
walls of her vaginal cavity.  The valet was so close that he could hear the
little queefs farting softly from Jenny -(TM)s aroused pussy but he sensed
that she was coming to the end of her dream description so he stood up,
ramrod straight, holding the car door open & staring straight ahead.  Jenny
was completely unaware of the lascivious exhibition that she had just given
to the valet as she exited the tiny Mini Cooper.  The valet went around &
opened Ashley -(TM)s door, & as she caught his eye, she glanced at her lap
to indicate that he was going to be treated to another beaver shot as a
thank you for participating in her little game.  She flipped up the hem of
her short pleated skirt & planted a stiletto heeled pump on the paving
stones, well aware that her tiny G-string was still pulled to the side from
her show for the lorry driver.  The startled valet eyes darted back & forth
between Ashley -(TM)s exposed pussy & her eyes until she gave him an
exaggerated wink, indicating she was displaying her charms on purpose.  She
was just as excited as Jenny, who had trotted off in search of the ladies
loo, but Ashley knew why her pussy was dripping & Jenny didn -(TM)t.  As
the valet stared at Ashley -(TM)s brunette beaver, he saw it also still had
its winter pelt & the lush curls ran from her ass crack to the waistband of
her G-string, then a tiny, narrow row that traveled up to her belly button.
The valet preferred bushy beavers & most of the country club ladies could
afford weekly wax jobs so the pussies that were flashed at him were bald.
He couldn -(TM)t decide which excited him more, Jenny -(TM)s blonde unaware
exhibition or Ashley -(TM)s brunette deliberate display.  Ashley placed her
forefinger & middle finger on one of her pussy lips & her ring finger &
pinky on the other as she spread her pink slit to its limit.  She curled
the fuck you finger of her other hand into the mouth of her pussy while she
diddled her clitoris with her thumb.  Her finger -(TM)s pad & nail found
the spongy bump of her G-spot & began a rhythmic tapping.  Ashley was so
horny from her escapade with the lorry driver & Jenny -(TM)s unwitting
exhibition to him & the valet, that it only took her a few seconds to cum.
She was a girl that often ejaculated when she had an orgasm & this was one
of those times for she had been in a state of sexual excitement for several
hours.  A champagne-like fluid sprayed like a geyser out of her urethra &
splashed across the valet -(TM)s white suede shoes.  His jaw dropped as
Ashley exited the car, spun around, spread her long legs, locked her knees
as she bent over, pigeon-toed & began rummaging behind the seats of the
Mini Cooper.  The hem of her short, pleated skirt had climbed midway up her
ass, exposing her pudendum.  She extracted Jenny -(TM)s & her own purse &
set them on the driver -(TM)s seat as she wiggled her delicious butt. 
Then, to the delight of the valet, she reached behind her & placing a palm
on each cheek, she spread them to their limit while flexing her kegel
muscle.  The asterisk of her crinkled brown ring pooched out, yawned open,
then snapped shut.  The valet looked around the driveway & determined that
the other valets were busy with arriving cars so he leaned forward, burying
his face in Ashley -(TM)s fuzzy, damp furrow.  His puckered lips attached
themselves to her puckered bottom -(TM)s mouth as he stiffened the tip of
his tongue & thrust it past her spasming sphincter.  Ashley pushed out a
squeal of delight as her manicured finger dipped back into her sopping
pussy so the valet -(TM)s shoes got a second soaking & then a third as

   her pussy ejaculate squirted out of her.  She lifted one of her hands
from her butt cheek & gently pushed his head back, turned around & began
rummaging through her purse for a tip but the parking valet indicated that
Ashley had compensated him quite adequately.



   CHAPTER 2

   As Jenny exited the restroom, she spied Ashley at the main desk & joined
her just in time to witness her presenting her winning drawing ticket for a
free round of golf for two.  She paid for the two bags of clubs but neither
she nor Jenny had the money for spiked golf shoes so she lied saying they
-(TM)d left them in the car.  Even though it was not quite mid-morning,
Ashley sashayed into the restaurant & as their waiter approached, she told
Jenny she had to go to the ladies loo so she was able to quietly murmur in
the waiter -(TM)s ear, without Jenny hearing her, that she wanted a Virgin
Mary while Jenny wanted a double Bloody Mary.  Ashley wanted Jenny -(TM)s
inhibitions to vanish.  When she returned, a thirsty Jenny had almost
finished her drink, so Ashley ordered another round & by the time the girls
arrived at the first tee, Jenny was feeling no pain.  Jenny stood to the
side, mulling over how strangely real her dream had seemed, as Ashley teed
up her ball.  Ashley was well aware of the foursome of young doctors behind
them so she slowly bent, straight-legged to place her golf ball on the tee
& her pleated skirt was caught by a puff of breeze.  When the hem flipped
over her skirt -(TM)s waistband, the doctors collectively groaned softly as
Ashley -(TM)s most intimate parts came into view.  The thin elastic thread
of her G-string bisected the crinkled ring of her behind & disappeared into
the curly brunette forest that covered her perineum before passing between
her engorged cunt lips.  After her golf ball was on the tee, she
absentmindedly reach back to fake the discovery of her exposed bottom. 
Ashley squealed, spun around, knocking her knees together, bugging out her
eyes & forming her mouth into a surprised  -�O -� as she confronted the
doctor -(TM)s stares.  She spun back around as the young men lowered their
eyes & she addressed the ball.  Ashley gave a solid swing & drove her ball
almost to the green.  Jenny was lost in thought until Ashley jolted her
from her reverie, indicating that it was Jenny -(TM)s turn.  Jenny had
played golf less than a dozen times & had only come on this outing to
placate Ashley who had squatted down, her knees apart, seemingly unaware of
the doctors shooting her exposed beaver.  They didn -(TM)t know which
heavenly sight to look at when Jenny bent to tee up her ball because the
gentle morning breeze had blown the back of Jenny -(TM)s circle skirt so
the hem flutter down onto the small of her back.  Unlike Ashley, Jenny
really was unaware of her full-bottomed, sheer knicker-clad behind -(TM)s
display so the doctors foursome -(TM)s eyes darted back & forth between the
two luscious girls.  Jenny finished teeing up, addressed the ball & wacked
it about halfway down the fairway.  One of the doctors offered them a ride
in his golf cart, pointing out that it would be slow going for them to walk
along the fairway in five inch  -~fuck me, fuck me, let -(TM)s go disco
-(TM) pumps.  The country club had mansions surrounding the course so that,
if one were rich enough to afford it, one could walk out the back door &
onto the course.  The young doctor delivered the girls to Jenny -(TM)s ball
in his cart & drove it out of the way.  Jenny, again, displayed her bottom
as she placed her ball on its tee & swung her club.  She drove the ball but
it hooked towards a mansion & a tinkle of breaking glass was heard.  The
young doctor offered to drive them in his cart to the mansion, explaining
that it was customary

   to apologize & offer to pay for any damage.  The girls accepted his
offer & after he -(TM)d delivered them to the mansion -(TM)s patio, he got
their permission for his foursome to play through.  A pane on one of the
patio French doors was shattered & as they peered into the house, they saw
a man beckoning for them to enter.  Ashley pushed open the door & they
hesitantly entered the luxuriously furnished, smoke filled room.  A burly
Arab gentleman sat on the floor next to a large shattered porcelain urn,
Jenny -(TM)s golf ball resting among the shards.  The man wore a silk
turban, fastened with a huge ruby brooch.  His muscular biceps bulged from
a sleeveless poustine & baggy silk sherwals were tucked into his black
leather boots.  Jenny & Ashley began to babble in unison about how sorry
they were & asking about the value of the broken urn.  The Arab threw his
head back, laughed a deep, rumbling laugh & began to profusely thank the
startled beauties for freeing him from the urn as he explained that he was
a Genie that had been trapped in the urn for a thousand years.  Ashley &
Jenny stood slack jawed as the Genie crossed the room & stood beside a
Louis XIV desk as he told them that three wishes would be granted.  When he
asked Jenny if he could grant her wish, she blurted out that she & John
were maxed out with their credit cards & she sure could use some extra
cash. She was thrilled when the Genie told her that when she checked her
bank balance, she would find her account contained more money than she
could dream of.  Ashley didn -(TM)t wait for him to ask about her wish &
asked the Genie for a new car.  The two girls looked at each other so they
didn -(TM)t notice when the Genie pushed a button on the desk under the
heading cars/MM.  He motioned for them to lead the way to the front of the
house & when they came to a grand, curving staircase, he indicated that
they should ascend the stairs.  Ashley & Jenny babbled excitedly, not
noticing the Genie had fallen a dozen steps behind them so he could see up
under their short golf skirts.  It appeared as if Ashley was knickerless
but Jenny -(TM)s full- bottomed sheer pink ones were a delight to behold.
When they reached the second floor landing, Ashley let out a squeal of
delight, for there on the herringbone brick patterned driveway below them
was a silver Mercedes-McClaren & as she spun around, her pleated skirt
fanned out all along its circumference, like an open umbrella, swirling
around her hips.  The Genie stopped climbing up the stairs so he was
treated to a worm -(TM)s eye view of Ashley -(TM)s brunette bush.  The
front panel of her tiny sheer black G-string only partially covered her
pubis & it ended so the large knot of the elastic string rested atop the
bud of her clitoris.  This knot was designed to work its way under her
nubin -(TM)s protective hood so Ashley was constantly being stimulated, the
entire time that she wore the G-string.  The elastic thread disappeared
between her pussy lips, which throbbed because they were so engorged &
swollen from the constant scraping of the knot on her thousands of super
sensitive nerve endings.  The thread emerged from the fourchette of her
vagina, bisecting her perineum & anus, which were displayed when she spun
back around to admire her new car.

   Ashley & Jenny spun around again to face the Genie & they both blurted
out in unison,  -�Which of us gets the third wish!?! -� The Genie put his
fists on his hip & threw his head back, roaring his deep laugh.   -�I do!
-� He laughed again.   -�I -(TM)ve been trapped in that urn for a thousand
years & my wish is to have my way with both of you for twenty four hours!
If you don -(TM)t grant my wish, neither of your wishes will be granted! -�
It only took Ashley a nano-second of looking at the gleaming, silver
automobile before she agreed.  Jenny thought about John, who -(TM)d left
the day before on a week-long business trip.  She looked the burly Genie in
the eye.   -�If you -(TM)ll add to my wish that my husband won -(TM)t
question the sudden addition to our bank account, I -(TM)ll do it. -� The
Genie roared with laughter again.   -�Granted & I -(TM)ll make it so you
both have huge bank accounts that will never be depleted! -� Both girls
squealed with delight & their stiletto heels clattered on the parquet floor
of the landing as they both did little hopping dances, clapping their hands
& hugging each other.  The Genie led them up to the next landing & ushered
them into a sumptuous suite, explaining to them that they were to take a
shower bath, after which they would find their first outfits laid out for
them.  His low rumbling laugh erupted again as he made a broad sweeping
gesture with his muscular arm to indicate the open door to the bathroom. 
The Genie then spun on his heel, walked across the room & opened the door
to a large walk in closet.  As he closed the door behind him, the nubile
girls shrieked with delight, throwing their arms around each other,
giggling hysterically as they hugged & kissed.  Ashley undid the bow of
Jenny -(TM)s halter, freeing the huge boobies then spun her around to
unfasten the buttons of Jenny -(TM)s halter & skirt.  She tossed the halter
top across the room & pulled down the zipper so the pink circle skirt fell,
puddling at Jenny -(TM)s ankles, leaving the scrumptious girl in only her
pink knickers & her high heeled shoes.  Jenny tugged Ashley -(TM)s elastic
waisted pleated skirt over her hips then set about unbuttoning her blouse,
exposing her lacey brasserie.  Jenny undid the front clasp, freeing Ashley
-(TM)s firm breasts & they both scurried into the marble walled bathroom.
The Genie emerged from the closet carrying the two costumes that the girl
-(TM)s were going to wear when they granted his wish --French Maid -(TM)s
uniforms, tiny panties, full fashion black seamed stockings, suspender
belts & black stiletto heeled pumps.  The Genie placed the wardrobe on the
bed & left the room.  He walked down the hall to the adjacent room & took
his place behind the console of a professional electronic mixing board. 
After lowering the intensity of the room -(TM)s lights, he pressed a button
& a heavy curtain parted to reveal a one-way mirror that was one wall of
the shower that Jenny & Ashley had just entered.  When the two scrumptious
girls had adjusted the shower water -(TM)s temperature & had started to
scrub each other, the Genie spun a knob on the console that was labeled 
-�Aphrodisiacs -� so the elixir was mixed with the shower water.  Ashley &
Jenny felt the lust build in their bodies but thought that it was due to
their excitement because of their being granted a wish.  They finished
their shower, toweled each other dry & gasped as the discovered their
wardrobe.  They encased their shapely legs in the full fashion, seamed
stockings & attached the dark welts to the suspender belts -(TM) tabs, then
snugged their tingling pussies into the tiny panties.  Ashley knelt behind
Jenny & ran her hands up the back of Jenny -(TM)s long, shapely legs on the
pretense of straightening the stockings -(TM) seams.  Jenny started to moan
as Ashley -(TM)s hands passed the stockings -(TM) welts & began kneading
the bare inner thigh flesh as if it were bread dough.  Ashley was delighted
to see the pink lips of Jenny -(TM)s pussy grow moist & plump beneath the
tulle fabric of Jenny -(TM)s sheer pantie gusset.  Ashley wormed her thumbs
under the lacey leg bands & spread the sensitive flesh, unfurling the
throbbing labia.  Jenny spread her long legs to their limit & pointed her
toes inward as she placed her palms on the bed.  This pigeon-toed stance
caused the tendons of her upper thighs that were connected to the glutes of
her behind to spread her moist furrow so Ashley could see Jenny -(TM)s
winking sphincter.  Ashley fastened her mouth to Jenny -(TM)s pudendum &
flicked her tongue over Jenny -(TM)s throbbing clitoris through the sheer
net fabric of her pantie gusset.  Jenny moaned & waggled her bottom so
Ashley -(TM)s nose pressed through the fabric to nestle in the asterisk of
Jenny -(TM)s brown ring.  Jenny squealed & would have pulled away but the
aphrodisiacs were really starting to kick in.  Ashley was so turned on &
Jenny was so clean from their shower that it never occurred to her that she
was nose-fucking Jenny -(TM)s most private orifice as she concentrated on
her cunnilingus.  The heavy syrup of Jenny -(TM)s passion bubbled out of
her like a spring in a mossy glade as Ashley sucked with her mouth &
swirled her tongue over the pantie-clad pussy.  Jenny -(TM)s bottom mouth
suddenly yawned agape as she thrust her haunches back so Ashley -(TM)s
fabric clad nose was forced deep into Jenny.  They both squealed as Jenny
-(TM)s sphincter snapped shut, squeezing tightly on Ashley -(TM)s nose. 
Jenny went all squirreley as she bumped & ground her pudendum, fucking
Ashley -(TM)s face.  Pussy juice dribbled out of Jenny & tricked over her
clitoris, soaking her pantie gusset.  Ashley gripped Jenny -(TM)s soft
inner thighs as the aphrodisiacs continued to take effect.  The Genie has
switched to a camera that pointed up between Jenny -(TM)s widespread legs
at the foot of the bed & the lewd tableau filled the large, plasma screen
monitor hanging 0n the control room wall.  He manipulated a joystick so the
camera -(TM)s lens zoomed in until the dark welts of Jenny -(TM)s stockings
were at the bottom of the frame & the waistband of her sheer panties were
at the top.  Ashley -(TM)s tongue pushed the net fabric in & out, scraping
over the thousands of supersensitive nerve endings.  Jenny -(TM)s
endorphins were racing between her excited pudendum & her brain.  The Genie
activated a camera in the bed -(TM)s headboard so the view down her
cleavage was recorded.  Her 38 double D -(TM)s quivered & shook as she
reacted to Ashley -(TM)s face fucking.  The Genie -(TM)s eyes darted
between two flat panel monitors & he was mentally editing the obscene movie
in his head.  The aphrodisiacs had caused both Ashley & Jenny to think of
nothing but their lascivious endeavor.  The Genie got up from the console &
went into the suite next door.  Just as Jenny was about to orgasm, a loud
bang startled both of them & the Genie appeared from a cloud of smoke.

   Ashley released Jenny & jumped to her feet as both of their jaws dropped
& their eyes bulged out of their sockets like golf balls.  The Genie, with
his hands on his hips, threw his head back & roared with laughter.  He
produced several strands of white nylon cord & before the lasciviously
dressed girls could react, the Genie had them trussed up like Thanksgiving
turkeys.  He sat them on the carpet, propped against a sofa.  Jenny -(TM)s
ample bosum was barely contained by the bodice of her French Maid -(TM)s
uniform & her russet areolas peeked over its top.  He pinched her nipples
to erection before gagging both Jenny & Ashley with white silk scarves. 
The Genie stepped back to admire his handiwork as he rubbed his hands
together in excited anticipation of fulfilling his wish.



   I CREAM ON JENNY  -" PART TWO BY VERN

   CHAPTER 3

   The Genie returned to the video control room, opened a medicine cabinet,
grabbed several small bottles that were labeled  -�Aphrodisiac -� &
returned to the girl -(TM)s suite.  He unscrewed the dropper cap of one &
squeezed several drops of the liquid on both of Ashley -(TM)s & Jenny
-(TM)s white silk scarf gags.  This was a different type of Aphrodisiac
from the one that he had sprayed on their luscious bodies in the shower
--the one that had brought them to the randy state that they were in.  Both
of their pussys throbbed but Jenny -(TM)s groin was especially aroused from
fucking Ashley -(TM)s face.  The Genie decided he -(TM)d start with Ashley
while Jenny stewed in her own juice.  He placed his hands on Ashley -(TM)s
shapely stocking-clad legs at the knees & started massaging her thighs,
working his way up until he reached the bare flesh above her dark welts. 
Even if Ashley had wanted to resist, it was futile for she was helplessly
bound.  Resistance was the last thing that she felt because she was so
aroused from the shower -(TM)s aphrodisiac that all she could think about
was being manhandled by the burly Genie.  He flipped the hem of her short,
black French Maid -(TM)s skirt, along with its underlying sheer, white,
lacy petticoat up to her waist to display the bare flesh of her haunches &
her soft tummy.  He quickly untied the cords that bound her to Jenny along
with the two sets of cords that bound her legs.  He lifted the end of the
sofa & kicked one of the cords under it.  Quick as a flash, he scooped her
up & plopped her, face down, over the arm of the sofa.  The Genie pulled
the end of the cord over the back of the sofa & retied it just above Ashley
-(TM)s left knee.  Before she had time to react, he tied the other end to
just above her right knee so her legs were spread to their limit & her
scrumptious bottom was jutting up towards the ceiling.  The thin, elastic
thread of her black G-string bisected her crinkly brown ring before
disappearing between the plump flesh of her pussy lips.  She was utterly
vulnerable & appallingly helpless, her behind displayed obscenely by the
position she had been forced to assume.  Even her buttocks were spread
wide, exposing the puckered mouth of her anus.  The Genie stood at the end
of the sofa, admiring her splayed nudity.  A moment later his hand caressed
her helpless bottom cheeks, then his fingers strayed between them, gently
dipping under the thin elastic thread of her G-string.  A thrill, amplified
by the aphrodisiacs, shot through her at the unbearably intimate contact &
Ashley moaned loudly behind her elixir soaked gag.  He paid no heed, his
touch following the thread as it hid between the delicate lips of her
exposed pussy.  He tickled the sensitive pink flesh for a few moments, the
pinched the little hood that enclosed her clitoris.  Ashley squealed at the
unexpected pain but then his touch was gone & she heard him move away.  She
couldn -(TM)t see where he went but she heard the lid of a trunk open with
an ominous creak.  Jenny gasped through her gag, inhaling the mysterious
aphrodisiac elixir as she saw the Genie approach them with a soft leather
quirt in his hands.  He passed from Jenny -(TM)s field of view as he stood
behind the bound & helpless Ashley.  Taking careful aim, he let fly & the
quirt streaked to its target  -" Ashley -(TM)s naked bottom.  It popped
loudly against the smooth skin, making her emit a muffled yelp & jerk in
surprise.  The sting was fierce & she clenched her teeth, squeezing the
aphrodisiac elixir from her gag.  A wave of burning pain washed over her &
the Genie struck again before it had passed, the supple leather quirt
bouncing off the other bottom cheek with a sharp crack.  Two exclamation
point shaped welts slowly appeared on her wiggling behind.  The lips of her
pussy engorged as her blood rushed to her nether region until her swollen
labia unfurled before his eyes & between her pussy lips, a thick, cloudy
nectar gleamed in a distinct line as though it sealed her lips together
from top to bottom.  Without warning, the Genie thrust two fingers right up
into her hot, juicy pussy, the tiny triangle of her G-string -(TM)s fabric
between them.  Ashley -(TM)s head came up sharply as she sucked the elixir
from her gag with a muffled gasp.  Her juices gushed out around his
fingers, trickled down over her throbbing clitoris & drooled in a long
glistening strand to the carpet.  He explored the walls of her excited
pussy chamber roughly, wringing a series of whimpers from her.  He added
his thumb to the digits inside her then withdrew it, glistening with her
pussy juice & then forced it inside her puckered bottom mouth.  The Genie
had Ashley in a six-pack grip & he began to pump her with hard, fast
strokes.   -�Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  MMMPH -- -� she moaned through her gag.  The
Genie accelerated the motion of his thumb & fingers & when Ashley -(TM)s
muffled cries became loud & continuous, he abruptly withdrew his thumb &
fingers & picked up the quirt once more.  Crouching down & taking careful
aim he flicked the side of the quirt straight into her plump little pussy.
Ashley shrieked & bucked in shock & pain but again the quirt slapped into
her most delicate flesh, making her whole body jerk & bounce wildly.  She
fought desperately against the nylon cords, her thighs straining to come
together to protect her most vulnerable place but there was nothing she
could do but scream behind her gag & struggle futilely.  Despite her
terrible suffering or more likely because of it & the aphrodisiacs, Ashley
-(TM)s pussy was even more drenched.  The Genie plunged his fingers past
the elastic thread & into her once more, working them around inside her hot
depths, then withdrew them with a wet plop.  He stroked & pinched her
slippery clitoris roughly, enjoying her whimpers & moans.  He turned his
attention to Jenny, pinching her nipples to erection & kneading her
breasts. He quickly untied her, removed her black French Maid -(TM)s
uniform, her gag & her panties.  He dressed her in a red uniform before
tying her wrists & ankles to the stairway banister so she could finally
take in Ashley -(TM)s obscene tableau.  He returned to stand between Ashley
-(TM)s wide spread legs, her haunches grinding into the arm of the sofa. 
Jenny -(TM)s eyes grew wide as saucers as the Genie lowered his baggy silk
sherwals, freeing a cock more monstrous than Harry the Horse.  Its plum
like tip was larger than a child -(TM)s fist.  He leaned forward, pressing
his chest on Ashley -(TM)s bound elbows & his hands slipped beneath her to
cup her breasts through the laced bodice of her French Maid -(TM)s uniform.
He slid the shaft of his cock between the slickness of her pussy without
putting it in her so it became lubricated from her cloudy mucus & he began
to slowly slide between her bottom cheeks.  Ashley clenched her buttocks,
trying to keep the slippery log from slipping deeper into her damp furrow.
He began kneading her breasts like they were handfuls of dough & she
groaned as the action acted as a catalyst for the aphrodisiacs.  He
continued to gently rock his hips, his gargantuan cock moving insistently
in the groove of her bottom.  He would raise his hips up until his dick tip
flopped onto her clitoris but because he -(TM)d deliberately left her
G-string on, the tiny triangle of fabric kept him from entering her
steaming pussy chamber.  Instead it slid between her throbbing labia,
stimulating her Bartholin -(TM)s glads so her slick lubricating juices
mixed with his pre-cum.  His hands toyed with her breasts, sometimes
squeezing them painfully, sometimes massaging them pleasurably, sometimes
fondling or pinching her turgid nipples.  As the teasing torment went on &
on, Ashley -(TM)s arousal continued to increase.  He untied her gag & soon
she was panting & whimpering.  She stopped clenching her bottom & his fat
cock began to work its way deeper into the steamy crevice.  Whenever the
huge tip of his slimy shaft rubbed over the tight, supersensitive bud of
her crinkled sphincter, she gasped & tried to squirm away but it was too
late.  Ashley was helplessly pinned & the aphrodisiacs were urging her to
let him do as he wished.  Her anus had always been an erogenous zone for
her & she always dipped a finger or two into it when she tickled her fancy
but the Genie was sooo huge.  Yet now she had no choice.  His hot, thick
cock was deep between her bottom cheeks, stroking back & forth against the
tiny puckered mouth & there wasn -(TM)t a thing that she could do about it.
The Genie continued his unhurried rocking, the movement becoming more &
more lubricated by her arousal.  His fingers twiddled & tweaked her excited
nipples roughly so her passion rose.  Every time he raised his hips & his
dickhead flopped onto her clitoris, Ashley gasped & every time the huge tip
slid over the asterisk of her brown ring, she moaned.  She realized that
she was arching her bottom high in a craving for more of the slick friction
against bottom hole.  When she began to lasciviously waggle her jutting
hiney, the Genie hooked his finger under the elastic thread of her G-string
& yanked it to the side so it was hooked on the tab of her garter belt.  He
plunged his finger back into her sopping pussy, quickly withdrew it. 
Placing a hand on each of her pale bottom cheeks, he smeared her pussy
-(TM)s mucus on the excited little rear orifice.  Ashley yelped & tensed as
he let a gob of warm spittle fall from his mouth, carefully aiming it so it
landed in the center of her puckered crinkle.  She squealed at the obscene
violation, appalled that he could do such a thing to her.  He dipped two
fingers back into her weeping pussy cavity, extracting another dollop of
her cloudy lubricant.  His fingers pressed their way through the
tightly-puckered opening & her face burned as she tried desperately to
wiggle free or at least dislodge the intruders from her rectum but to no
avail.  The thick fingers twirled around inside her, spreading her own
juicy lubricant on her hot, moist inner rectal chamber without a care for
her acute humiliation.  Despite the slightly painful pressure of the
intrusion, it was overwhelmingly pleasurable & Ashley couldn -(TM)t help
grunting & moaning.  She thrashed her head back & forth until her eyes
locked on Jenny -(TM)s, who was bound, legs wide spread, to the banister.
Jenny pleaded with the Genie.

    -�Stop, please!  You mustn -(TM)t do that! -� Jenny cried but there was
little conviction in her voice.  Ashley -(TM)s recent cunnilingual
ministrations had focused Jenny -(TM)s mind elsewhere & that combined with
the two aphrodisiacs & the obscene tableau unfolding before her had made
Jenny -(TM)s pussy chamber -(TM)s walls weep a cloudy lubricating mucus. 
She was helpless, bound as she was, to stop her juices from dribbling out
of her & trickling down over her perineum & bottom -(TM)s mouth.  The Genie
-(TM)s fingers were slipping & sliding freely in & out of Ashley -(TM)s
newly opened orifice & at some point the two fingers became three.  Hot
fluttery ecstasy radiated from her violated bottom -(TM)s mouth as the
Genie -(TM)s fingers stretched & tickled her inner recesses.  Ashley was
utterly astounded that such a vile, unnatural violation of her most private
orifice could feel so good,  -�No, please, stop, -� she wailed, even as her
bottom arched upwards against the restraining cords, seeking more.  
-�Noooooooooo -- -� Never in her wildest, most depraved fantasies had she
imagined that her anus could accommodate a man -(TM)s penis.  She thought
of her most private of orifices as an exit, not something to be entered,
but the Genie repositioned his hands so he could squeeze her quirt marker
bottom cheeks.



   I CREAM ON JENNY PART THREE BY VERN

   CHAPTER 4

   When the Genie pressed the immense head of his cock against the tiny
opening, the move took Ashley completely by surprise.   -�NOOOO! -� she
squealed, struggling frantically against the nylon cords to escape the
unnatural penetration.  There was no escape.  The Genie pulled back his
cock & spread her bottom cheeks apart to their limit.  Ashley felt her
crinkled brown ring yawn agape & knew that the Genie was looking down into
her open rectal cavity.  Once again the blunt cock-head pushed against the
stretched & lubricated sphincter.  The pressure increased, becoming painful
& abruptly the tight hole gave way, stretching so wide & allowing the
bulbous helmet inside.  Ashley -(TM)s entire body stiffened, her torso
arching upward as an intense, sharp pain lanced through her.  Jenny
watched, helplessly bound, as Ashley -(TM)s eyes & mouth opened as wide as
they could be, but all that could escape her throat was a high pitched
keening wail.  A series of shudders passed through her & finally she
collapsed back onto the arm of the sofa, panting shallowly.  Through it
all, the Genie -(TM)s giant fleshy knob had remained lodged inside her, not
advancing but not withdrawing either.  Gradually her stretched sphincter
muscle stopped its spasms & accepted the violation.  The pain subsided,
leaving Ashley gasping.  The Genie began slowly easing his huge dick up
into the helpless girl -(TM)s ass.  Inch after fat, throbbing inch forced
its way into her & she was overwhelmed by the sensation.  She was still
having trouble getting her mind around the fact that she was actually
taking a man -(TM)s cock inside her bottom -(TM)s mouth.  It was an
unspeakable act, a violation that she -(TM)d never even allowed herself to
think about before & it was suddenly happening to her!  The Genie suddenly
stopped then flexed his Kegel muscle causing more blood to rush into his
already turgid manmeat & its girth ballooned.  Ashley was certain that she
could feel every throbbing artery in the huge cock.  A strange gurgling
sound issued from her throat & it sounded bestial & unnatural but she
couldn -(TM)t seem to control it.  She started to moan as she felt the
invader resume thrusting slowly, deeper & deeper, into her, filling her
impossibly full, building such intense pressure inside her bowels that she
felt like she was going to explode, There was a point at which she felt
like the giant cock had filled her completely & she couldn -(TM)t take
another inch without bursting.  She gasped & struggled feebly but it went
in another inch --then another inch after that & she still didn -(TM)t
burst.  Jenny, bound to the stair -(TM)s banister rails, could only stare,
slack-jawed with her eyes bulged like golf balls as her brunette friend
grunted & squealed.  Another inch & another & it felt to Ashley as if the
monstrous dick was forcing the air from her lungs.  Finally, she felt his
forest of wiry pubic hair mingling with her own in her damp furrow & she
realized she had taken the entire length & girth of him up inside her
bottom -(TM)s passageway.  Ashley could hardly believe it was happening! 
She could barely breathe & the pressure inside her was overwhelming, yet
there was a strange, giddy excitement rising in her as well.  For a long
moment there was no movement --no sound but her shallow panting.  The Genie
flexed his Kegel muscle again & the cock expanded & throbbed inside her so
she could feel every tiny vibration.  Then the Genie -(TM)s heavy body
tensed & shifted & the long, fat penis began sliding back out of her.  A
quaking shudder shook her body as the huge shaft withdrew until the rim of
the plum-like tip pressed against the inside of her impossibly stretched
crinkle.  As her sphincter prolapsed outwardly, Ashley let out a
high-pitched, quavering wail.  The sadistic Genie kept up a slight pressure
& was delighted to look down as Ashley -(TM)s bottom mouth begin to spasm
so it seemed to be nibbling on his cock meat.  Without any warning, he
thrust it forward, plunging into the depths of her bowels.   -�Aaahuhh! -�
was the sound that came from Ashley as her breath was forced from her
lungs. Again, the gargantuan dick slid outward, then back in, a little
harder & faster.   -�GAAAHH!  Sob! -� The sensation was all consuming. 
Ashley was only vaguely aware of the primal warbling wails & urgent
whimpers that issued from her mouth or the tears that trickled down her
cheeks, Her entire attention was focused on the massive cock thrusting in &
out of her stretched bowels.  The Genie deliberately held his pace in
check. His instinct was to savage the girl with his cock & make her scream,
but this scrumptious girl was special & he needed to coddle her at first.
He didn -(TM)t want to ruin her!  No --for now, he -(TM)d be gentle with
her.  He -(TM)d cornhole her long & slow.  The huge cock thrust slowly into
the deepest recesses of Ashley -(TM)s rectum, then receded to the very
mouth of her bottom, then plunged back into her, over & over.  Each thrust
was a trial, an agonizing violation that was nearly more than Ashley could
endure.  Yet, at the same time, the sensations were strangely,
disturbingly, deeply satisfying as though he was fulfilling a deep-seated
need that she had never been aware of.  Ashley -(TM)s emotions were running
riot within her, seemingly triggered by the forbidden penetration.  There
was a panic that made her gasp & struggle against the nylon cords that
bound her.  The unthinkable was happening!  She was being forcibly
sodomized by a Genie that had appeared from a puff of smoke.  It was a
horrible, unnatural rape, & she --she --God help her, she hoped it would
never end!   -�But, it isn -(TM)t rape! -� The thought suddenly dawned on
Ashley.   -�The Genie is going to grant my wish for a half million dollar
car --plus, a bank account I -(TM)ll never be able to deplete!  Why, I
-(TM)m a whore -- & this is what slutty little whores do, isn -(TM)t it!?!
It isn -(TM)t my fault his giant organ is causing tremors of pleasure deep
inside me!  I -(TM)m tightly bound, with my shapely, full fashion stocking
clad legs spread to their limit, with my up-thrust, jutting behind too
tempting a target for any manly man to resist.  I -(TM)ve already cried &
begged & struggled, so there -(TM)s nothing else I can do, now, is there!?!
Oooo!  I love it!  I -(TM)ve never had anything back there --well, maybe
the parking valet -(TM)s tongue --but that wasn -(TM)t like this!  A
mammoth, scalding, man -(TM)s dick filling my rectum & surging into my
colon --sliding in, then sliding back until it pooches out my crinkled
butthole!  What a view he must have --looking down as my tight bottom mouth
nibbles at his dick, as his huge, purple veined, hunk of man-meat chugs
back & forth!  Oh, bloody sod!  I LOVE IT & it -(TM)s swelling in girth! -�
Quavering moans of pleasure began to replace the agonized sobs & whimpers
as the aphrodisiacs & her passion turned the pain of violation to pleasure,
The process accelerated, her moans becoming louder & then, before she even
knew it was near, the rush of orgasm swept over her.  Suddenly, she was
cumming, bucking against the cords & wailing as blinding waves of ecstasy
rolled through her.  When they at last subsided, she was left gasping, the
immense fleshy shaft still driving to & fro deep inside of her.  Once again
it was agonizing, but within seconds the pleasure returned.  This time, as
her cries rose & her hips began to rock, the Genie could resist his own
lust no longer.  Gripping Ashley -(TM)s slim hips in his huge hands, he
leaned back & began to pound his cock into her like a jackhammer.  Ashley
screamed in short, breathless little cries as her orgasm struck in waves,
this climax far more intense than the previous one.  It went on & on,
driven by the wild, ruthless pounding of the brutal cock that savaged her
bowels.  Ashley felt his cock pulsing & spurting a scalding dose of cum,
deep in her rectal chamber.  The Genie pulled all the way out, her bottom
mouth making an audible plop & he squirted the remaining seed on the smooth
cheeks of her behind & into her agape bottom mouth that reminded him of a
goldfish out of water.  He placed the huge, purple, plum-size head of his
cock & ever so slowly pushed back into her so her spasming asshole seemed
to gobble him in.  When the rim disappeared, the Genie, abruptly pulled
back out of her, then repeated the action over and over so her stretched
out anus made sounds like champagne corks popping at midnight on New Years
Eve.  He gave one last inward thrust & ground his wiry forest of pubic hair
all around Ashley -(TM)s super-sensitive sphincter as she howled in
ecstasy. He got up, leaving her bound to the sofa -(TM)s arm.

   Jenny became very frightened as the Genie strode towards her, his semen
drooling from the tip of his dick in a long, silver thread.  He put a piece
of white tape over mouth & knelt at the bottom of the staircase, his face,
level with her defenseless nether regions like he was going to worship at
the alter of her pussy!

   Jenny -(TM)s belly quaked in fear causing a dollop of her pussy juice to
bubble out of her vaginal chamber & dribble over her perineum.  An evil
grin split his face.   -�Only twenty three hour -(TM)s left on my wish
-(TM)s time allotment, -� the Genie whispered to Jenny as her eyes grew big
as saucers.

   TO BE CONTINUED



   Sutorippa Jenny By Brummie

   Firstly an apology.  For this story I have ignored the first rule of
writing and not followed the axiom 'Write what you know about'.  How
Science Fiction writers get on I don't know, all I know is that I know
almost nothing about Japan so everything in this story has been gleaned
from the Interweb and Charlie Chan movies.  The characters without
exception are a bunch of clich�(C)d stock Orientals, also the names have
been chosen because they sounded OK and it's quite possible that they
translate into something very unfortunate.  Therefore if you are Japanese,
live in Japan, have ever been to Japan, know were Japan is, can spell
Japan, have ever eaten Sushi or own a Toyota I most humbly apologise for
what follows.

   I've also decided after the debacle of Fu Man Ackenthorpe to dispensed
with any attempt to have the characters talk English with a Japanese
accent. There's going to be none of the 'flied lice' or 'this chickens
rubbery' kind of dialogue.  Frank Fluck.

   WARNING WARNING WARNING ======= ======= ======= Lastly as it says above.
A WARNING.  This story contains BLOOD, TORTURE and KILLING.  It's not
cartoon violence it's real.  Alright, I know Jenny's just a fictional
character but this story bends and breaks the rules.  If you think this
isn't for you don't read it.  If you read it and don't like it don't read
it again just to make sure you don't like it.

   Either way you can always let me know what you think at
brummie52000@yahoo.co.uk.

   Here's hoping you enjoy the story.



   Prologue.

   Clouds blanketed the sky obscuring the ground.  To the planes passengers
it seemed as if the whole world had been wrapped in cotton wool as the
Boeing 747 traversed the great blue yonder on it's way Eastwards.

   In the Economy cabin Jenny Richards stared out at the fluffy whiteness
with sightless eyes a maelstrom of confused thoughts whirling through her
mind.  Things hadn't been going so well with John lately.  Their work
seemed to keep them apart so much and then there was Mike.  The tall
handsome blacksmith had come into her life and turned it upside down.

   The memory of their meeting at Spectre Castle flashed into her mind
causing her loins to stir with desire.  They'd escaped with their lives
after the nefarious Solicitor Fraser had set explosives meant to bury them
in the basement as he and his brother made their get-a-way.  The emotional
high Jenny and Mike had received as they cheated death by the narrowest of
margins had, she was sure, driven her into his arms.  They had both lived
out their basest fantasy when Mike had taken her hard and fast while she
was locked in a set of stocks kept in the Castle dungeon.  Once the
desperate need to slake their frenetic lust had passed they'd retired to
her room and they'd made love on the huge four-poster bed baring themselves
literally and emotionally giving unreservedly of themselves as they slowly,
tenderly and with deepening intensity merged together and climbed upward
until their world exploded into blinding sunlight.

   It should have ended there but they made the mistake of taking a shower
together.  Their joyous laughter inevitably turned into an orgy of
tickling, touching and stroking which resulted in another session of
urgently wet thrusting bodies.

   In the following days Jenny agonised over her situation.  During her
marriage to John she always considered that she'd been faithful.  The
sexual shenanigans she'd indulged in had been forced on her literally or by
circumstance and curiously she didn't count her occasional assignations
with Suki as she thought of that as just paying her debts.  But now she had
crossed the line.  She had deliberately and willingly been unfaithful with
another man and it was preying on her mind.

   After many sleepless nights she'd confided in Suki about her
predicament. Marital relations weren't really her area of expertise and the
only suggestion she could come up with was for Jenny to take a complete
break away from the current situation, work, John and her home, to think
things over.  Jenny thought this a splendid idea and agreed.  Funds were
good at the moment.  The contents of Spectre Castle had been stolen and the
building was in such poor repair that it would have taken many thousands to
make it liveable but when a film company offered to take it off their hands
for a reasonable amount to use as a set for a horror film she and the other
family members gladly accepted their cheque.  Also she'd been working hard
all year and had plenty of time available and fortuitously John was away on
a mission at the moment.

   So there they sat at 35,000 feet on route to Tokyo and a re-union with
Suki's family.

   Of course had Jenny known of the dastardly plan fermenting in her
oriental friends mind she would most certainly have stayed at home.



   Chapter One.

   Their flight arrived on time at Narita Airports Terminal One.  All
glass, steel and concrete, ultra modern, clean, efficient.  Suki guided
them both through the arrivals channel and spotting the black on yellow
logo of a mother cat carrying her kitten they headed to the Kuroneko
Baggage Delivery counter.  Narita is over 70 Kilometres from the centre of
the capital so rather than drag their cases up and down the stairs of the
connected train station they'd decided it was easier to have them delivered
from the airport direct to Suki's parents house.

   Having handed over their luggage and the small fee they walked to the
Keisei line.  As a native Suki found it easy to negotiate the confusing
corridors and stairways but they left Jenny baffled and there was no way
she could have re- traced the route they'd taken.  The train was relatively
empty and they sat down for the hour long trip to central Tokyo.  Once
there they had to change to a local train for the short trip to Suki's
parents home in the suburbs.

   The local platform was completely different to the mainline version.  It
was packed with people.  Thousands of them.  All the men were identically
dressed in dark suits, white shirts and ties.  The women were more varied
but still dressed soberly.  They'd arrived in the early evening and many
commuters were on their way home.  Mostly Office workers who had stayed
late as well as others who had been out on the town for a drink before
heading home.

   A train pulled in and they felt themselves transported by the flood of
humanity toward the carriage door.  Jenny was sure she heard Suki start to
shout something but she didn't catch it as they passed into the packed
train.

   More and more people forced their way into the confined space until
everyone was crushed together then station employees pushed even more
passengers in until they could only just force the doors closed.  Jenny
felt people pressing in on all sides so she didn't need to grip one of the
hanging straps.  She couldn't have fallen down if she'd wanted to.  It felt
like everyone of Tokyo's 12 million population had all tried to get into
this one carriage.  With a jerk the train set off.  They were only going a
short distance, one stop, about 8 minutes Suki had said.

   Jenny felt a hand on her butt.  Slowly it squeezed her plump cheek.  She
blushed and whispered 'Suki.  Stop it' but the hand continued touching her
stroking round and round.  She bore it.  It wasn't as if she had much
choice she was pinned by the press of humanity around her.  A second hand
gripped her other cheek pinching and kneading her.  'Suki!  Pack it in' she
hissed again.  It was when the third hand insinuated itself around her and
rested on her stomach that she realised something was not quite right.  She
looked left and right and eventually spotted Suki about two yards away
similarly penned in.  She gasped as she worked out that none of the hands
belonged to her friend.  She looked around again but every identical face
bore a look of angelic innocence.  The hand on her abdomen stroked upward
until it reached her bosom.  It stopped as if surprised at the enormous
mound it discovered before continuing up until it covered her left breast.
The anonymous hand squeezed her tit firmly.

   Jenny began to wriggle as best she could but failed to dislodge any of
the hands in fact they became even more intrusive.  Her face went even
redder as she felt her skirt being raised.  Both hands dipped under her
dress and gripped her butt now only covered by thin white cotton.  The more
adventurous hand started to push down to stroke her thigh then round to the
front and upward.  Jenny had just opened her mouth to scream as the fingers
dipped under the material covering her pussy when a commotion erupted
nearby.

   Suki gave out a loud stream of angry Japanese and nutted a businessman
who had been standing crushed against her face to face.  Jenny had no idea
what Suki had shouted but she could imagine the gist of it if she had been
enduring the same treatment she had been.  The nose of the sober suited
gent exploded in a spray of carmine as Suki's forehead smashed it flat. 
The crack was audible through the whole carriage even over the noise of the
tracks.  She followed it up with a knee to the groin that dropped him like
a stone.  Suddenly the hands molesting Jenny disappeared back to their
owners as Suki forced her way to stand beside her.  She stared round
menacingly until miraculously a small space appeared round them.

   'I tried to shout a warning as we got on but you didn't hear me' said
Suki.  'Women are considered fair game on the local trains especially to
the men who've been drinking.  It's gotten even worse since I was here
last. They've introduced women only carriages it's got so bad'.  'What did
that chap do to make you hit him?' ask Jenny.  'I felt something sticking
into me so I clobbered the pervert'.  'Could have been his briefcase' mused
Jenny.  Suki looked thoughtful 'Hmmm.  Never thought of that.  Oh well. 
Here's our stop.  We'd best go before he recovers'.

   They alighted amid another flood of people and climbed the stairs to the
station exit.  After a short walk dodging left and right around the myriad
people they reached the apartment block were Suki's parents lived.

   Suki's mother ushered them in and hugged her daughter.  She was small.
Very small and wore modern clothes not the kimono some older women still
favoured.  Suki and Jenny entered the main living/dinning room and Suki
bowed to her dour looking father who stood waiting then rushed to him and
hugged him warmly as he broke into a wide smile.  She introduced Jenny who
followed suit and bowed to the man then shook his hand.  Suki's father,
Goro Namura, was a middle manager for a bank and the staid banking
atmosphere seemed to colour his life even at home.  Formality seemed the
order of the day.  Perhaps this was why Suki was such a rebel Jenny thought
as a reaction to the austere home life.  The apartment was big by Japanese
standards and due to Suki's older brother Akito moving out recently there
was a spare room available for them to sleep in.

   Goro spoke a little English and they conversed slowly with Suki
translating whenever he couldn't think of an English word while her mother
prepared supper.  As the meal was brought in another member of the family
let himself in through the front door.

   The boy was as tall as Suki's mother was small.  It's a western
misconception that all Japanese people are small.  The older ones who lived
though WW2 were small because food was scarce.  As soon as the country
picked itself up and turned into a world economic superpower the young
people became better fed and they shot up.  Six footers while not common
were not that rare in Japan.  Gaiko, Suki's younger brother may not have
reached six foot yet just past his sixteenth birthday but he was well on
his way.  Jenny was introduced and found his handshake the very opposite of
his fathers firm grip.  It felt like shaking hands with a wet fish.  His
voice was soft and he had trouble meeting anyone's eyes as he talked.

   Everyone sat at a low table for a meal of noodles.  Jenny stared when
all the family slurped them down noisily in a way most westerners would
have thought of as rude.  Suki had to tell her it was the accepted way and
she joined in fumbling with the chopsticks desperately trying not to cover
herself with the food.

   Later that evening the girls retired to their room where two futons had
been laid out.  Now with some privacy Jenny asked about Gaiko and Suki
looked troubled.  She explained that her parents were quite worried about
him.  He'd shown no interest in girls yet, nor boys she'd added quickly but
if it did turn out that he was gay it could effect her fathers position
with the bank.  Gay's were not uncommon in Japan but the world of banking
was still hidebound to the old conservative ways and decades behind the
rest of Japanese society.

   As Jenny was about to slip under the covers Suki said 'I know you've
been troubled yourself but tomorrow we'll go to a place I know.  They
specialise in smoothing away all your cares, at least for a few hours' then
softly, soulfully kissed her goodnight.  For a moment Jenny thought Suki
would try to share her bed and claim her reward for saving her life in
Spectre Castle.  If she had she'd probably have welcomed her if only as a
way of taking her mind off her troubles for an hour or so but after the
kiss she returned to her own futon.  Jenny tossed and turned well in to the
early hours until exhaustion finally claimed her.



   Chapter Two.

   The next morning Jenny was pleased to see breakfast consisted of cereal,
toast and marmalade and not the more traditional rice and Miso soup. 
Suki's parents were making a effort to make her feel more at home.

   Once they'd eaten they left the apartment on Suki's surprise trip.  It
was the first time Jenny had seen Tokyo in the daylight.  Just like any
major city it was a mixture of the quite old and the brand spanking new. 
Shimmering skyscrapers adjoining brownstone apartment blocks and crumbling
shops and dwellings.  There was only two things she didn't see.  One was
open spaces.  Every available piece of land was in use or being built on.
The second was any single story buildings.  With the most expensive land
prices anywhere in the world much ingenuity had gone into ensuring the
maximum amount of living or office space was extracted from the minimum
amount of land.  Even the bungalows had two stories.

   A short walk in the sunshine later they reached a non-descript brick
building, above the door a tasteful sign in Japanese characters.  Suki
pronounced it 'Dison Geisha'.

   'Is this a Geisha House' asked Jenny wide eyed.  Like most westerners
she held the mistaken view that Geisha equated to prostitute but Suki soon
put her right.  'In a proper Geisha House' she said as if reading from a
travel brochure 'The women are professional hostesses who entertain guests
through various performing arts and traditional skills; Japanese ancient
dance, singing, playing instruments like the shamisen, flower arrangement,
wearing kimono, tea ceremony, calligraphy and conversation.

   So what's this then?' Jenny persisted.  'Well I suppose you could say
it's a Geisha house but brought up to date and with a wider range of
services' replied Suki smiling slyly.  They went in and were greeted by a
severe looking receptionist.  An elderly lady in full traditional dress. 
Suki spoke to her in a babble of Japanese occasionally turning to indicate
her blonde friend.  The woman looked her up and down and nodded.

   Suki turned and said 'You are to go with Madam Sumiko here and she will
arrange your treatment.  This is a sort of spa so they'll do everything
needed to relax you.  This is a full service and you won't need to do one
single thing.  They will do absolutely everything required.  It's unlikely
anyone speaks English but they can usually make themselves understood so
just follow their directions.  I'm off to meet someone but I'll be back in
an hour or so.  Place yourself in their hands and enjoy the experience and
relax' she finished emphasising the last word.

   Jenny nodded her thanks and turned to follow Madam Sumiko through to the
interior.  Inside, Suki had been right, it resembled a Spa or Health club.
A combination of swimming pool, Gym, Hairdressers, massage, manicure and
beauty parlour.  The receptionist walked with tiny quick steps in her tight
Kimono until they reached a small individual changing room.  She indicated
for Jenny to sit then summoned two other youngish girls and gave them the
instructions Suki had specified.  Turning back to Jenny she indicated the
first girl and said 'Kiko' then 'Tamika' the other.  Jenny looked at the
two newcomers.  Her first impression was of a matched pair of pretty
porcelain dolls.  Slim figures with jet black hair pulled tightly back and
crisp white, almost medical looking, pencil thin dresses.

   They approached Jenny and with a bow and a gesture requested she stand.
Kiko reached forward and began unbuttoning Jenny's blouse.  Instinctively
she raised her hands to do it herself but Kiko gently but firmly took her
wrists and moved them back to her sides.  A polite admonishment and she
continued.  Jenny blushed a little as her buttons were undone and the
blouse slipped from her shoulders and down her arms.  The smallest of
glances passed between the two Japanese girls as they uncovered her
magnificent bra clad bosom.  Tamika lowered the zip on Jenny's skirt and
tugged it down over the plump curvaceous buttocks and down around her
ankles waiting for her to step free of it.  The discarded clothes were
carefully folded and placed on a nearby bench.

   The treatment was already starting to work for Jenny.  It felt good not
to have to think, not to have to take any decisions, to be told exactly
what to do and to have everything taken care of, just to let thing happen
and not have to react.

   Jenny shivered although it wasn't cold.  Next her shoes were removed
leaving her in just her pretty lace bra and panties.  While Tamika fetched
a robe Kiko unsnapped the back of Jenny's bra and tugged it down her arms.
Again Jenny automatically covered herself but Kiko didn't object this time.
She instead hooked her thumbs into the sides of Jenny's white cotton
panties and slipped them down her long athletic legs leaving her naked. 
Tamika held the robe and Jenny quickly slipped her arms into the sleeves
and tied the towelling belt.

   The girls placed her underwear with her clothes and indicated she should
follow them through a door into an adjoining room.  The small square room
contained nothing except a sunken bath in the middle with shallow steps
leading down into it.  Kiko released the belt and held the robe as Jenny
stepped out of it and walked down the steps and into the warm water.  She
sat on a lower step with the water up to her waist and began to wet her
arms.

   Suddenly the two girls sat down beside her on the steps.  As she'd
luxuriated in the warm water they'd slipped silently out of their dresses
and shoes leaving them in only tiny white panties covering their slim hips.
Jenny slowly covered herself again.  This time Tamika spoke the word of
admonishment a little more firmly and indicated Jenny should sit lower down
and lean back.  Both girls descended into the water and taking soap they
each took one of Jenny's feet and ever so slowly began washing them.  Jenny
watched them warily but as they continued she began to succumb to the warm
water and stroking hands.  Both girls were meticulous in their application
even carefully washing between her toes.  Having finished her feet and
calf's to above the knee Kiko indicated she should stand and tugged her
hand until she stood on the step which brought the water above her knees.
More soap and the knowing hands began washing her thighs.  Jenny giggled as
their hands tickled her but soon quieted as Kiko shot her a severe look.

   A hand suddenly stroked across her butt closely followed by another.  It
seemed the full service included a full wash.  Soapy fingers kneaded her
plump cheeks and hips making her wriggle at the lovely sensations.  Until
that is Tamika's tiny hand insinuated itself between her thighs and stroked
firmly over her pussy.  Jenny jerked and moved to grip the wrist but Kiko
spoke the word so she stopped and let the hand continue it's work.  She
gasped out loud as a second hand pushed between her butt cheeks and stroked
up and down occasionally stroking right over her anus.

   She closed her eyes her body trembling a little until the soapy hands
left her nether regions.  Kiko tugged on her wrist indicating she should
now sit.  She followed the instruction lowering herself on to the step
above the one she had been standing on greatly relieved that they'd stopped
their soft slippery caressing.  She didn't want to embarrass herself and
presumably the girls by allowing her body to succumb to their
ministrations. The soapy hands resumed their work moving up on to her back.
Gently washing and massaging her from waist to neck.

   A hand on her shoulder pressed her to lie back.  Kiko took Jenny's left
arm and Tamika the other and began washing her again.  They washed her
hands carefully between each finger then up her forearms and biceps and on
to her shoulders.  Again Jenny closed her eyes as the warm caressing lulled
her into a deeply relaxing mood.

   Soft hands rested on her hips and began washing upward over her
marvellously flat stomach.  Higher they rose until ever so softy they
reached her breasts.  With a glance between the two Japanese girls they
began washing the mammoth spherical mounds.  Jenny stiffened at the first
intimate touch then groaned softly and relaxed as the exquisite sensations
filled her chest.  Neither Japanese girl had ever seen breasts as large or
beautiful as these and watched entranced as their massaging hands moved the
firm but pliant flesh around into all sorts of interesting shapes.  The
pink areolas darkened as they caressed the blonde and the nipples erected
to an alarming degree until they stuck up a good inch.

   Jenny was beginning to writhe when both girls stopped massaging her and
took up small plastic cups.  Using them they scooped up the warm water and
used it to rinse the soapy suds from her body.  Then with a word gently
pulled the reluctant blonde upright and indicated she should climb out of
the water.

   As she stood dripping by the side of the bath both Japanese girls
fetched big fluffy white towels from a cupboard.  Jenny reached for one but
Kiko uttered a negative word then they applied the towels vigorously to the
blondes body.  Starting at her legs they rubbed firmly bringing more warmth
to her skin.  As expected they didn't shy away from any spots and while
Kiko dried Jenny's plump butt Tamika applied the soft towel to her naked
hairless pussy.  Jenny moaned as the girls briskly rubbed her then moaned
even more when they stopped.

   Her arms and back now dry the girls stood one to the front and one
behind her.  Kiko reached round and applied her towel to Jenny's abdomen
and began rubbing upward.  Tamika dried Jenny's shoulders and headed
downward.  They met at her chest and both girls used their towels to dry
her breasts.  They rubbed and massaged vigorously moulding the flesh until
Jenny's head fell back onto Kiko's shoulder and she moaned out loud.  The
now forceful rubbing turning her on arousing her until she was at their
complete mercy.  They could have done anything they wanted to the almost
comatose blonde.  Instead they stopped.

   Jenny almost objected but slowly gathered her senses as Kiko draped the
towelling robe over her shoulders and ushered her back into the changing
room.  They directed her to another doorway which led into yet another
room. Again the room was mostly bare except for a long padded table. 
Tamika covered the table with a crisp white sheet as Kiko again removed
Jenny's robe and indicated she should lie on the table face down.

   Resting her head on her hands she closed her eyes as the girls selected
some scented oils.  They dripped the oil onto the blondes back and legs and
began to massage it into her skin.  They were experts at massage and soon
Jenny began to feel the effects as the hands slowly worked the oil into her
flesh.  Again they missed no spots and massaged her until her body gleamed
under the rooms harsh neon light.  Kiko seemed to take the utmost care as
she reverently applied her educated fingers to Jenny's buttocks moulding
the flesh around even dipping her fingers into the centre bringing her oily
fingers to caress the tiny button hole between them.

   Jenny purred like a well contented cat.

   Kiko gently shook her and indicated she should turn over.  Jenny swung
round and lay on her back her hands by her sides.  More oil was splashed on
the her legs and stomach and arms then the soft massaging resumed.  Kiko
took her legs and Tamika her arms and torso.  Working as one they firmly
massaged the flesh with their oily slippery hands.  Jenny softly moaned and
began to move in unison with the caressing fingers.  With a glance between
them Tamika slowly trickled a generous amount of oil over Jenny's breasts
and Kiko added some over her lower stomach and hips.

   Jenny flinched as Tamika seized her breasts and began to vigorously
massage the oil into her mammaries.  She pressed the breasts together and
gripped the nipples between a thumb and finger pulling upward.  Kiko
meanwhile had smoothed the oil into Jenny's hips and stroked her hand
downward until she cupped the blondes pussy mound.  She began to firmly and
rhythmically squeeze her mons until Jenny's hips began rising from the
massage table.  An oily finger slipped inside her and gently pushed in and
out.

   Jenny couldn't last much longer as the girls drove her higher and
higher. Her breath rasped in her throat as she moaned.  Suddenly a mouth
fastened itself onto her pussy lips and a tongue drove deeply into her
body. Clamping onto her clit the mouth sucked hard and a tongue was dragged
savagely across it.  Within seconds Jenny screamed out loud and reached the
summit exploding in a release of joy.

   Her heaving chest gradually quieted as her breath returned then she
slowly forced open her eyes to look around for the girls.  Suki stared down
at her, her mouth and chin shiny with oil, smiling broadly.  She leant down
and kissed Jenny softly on the lips.  'I hope you feel good and relaxed
now' she said.  'Yes I certainly do thanks to you and the girls'.

   'Well I'm glad you're feeling better because now It is your turn to
provide the relaxation.  You owe me big time.  You're mine to command slave
so now you can do for me what the girls just did for you'.

   During the following hours Jenny extracted climax after climax from
Suki's slender body using all the skills she'd leant from their previous
times together, first in the warm water and then on the massage table.  She
knew just what Suki liked and could build her up to a nearly unbearable
high before sending her crashing over into body locking orgasm.  Time and
again she forced the Japanese girl to scream out in ecstasy until she was
left a limp wrung out sweating wreck.  Finally the two snuggled together, a
satisfied smile on their faces and dozed for a short time recovering from
their exertions while lazily caressing each other.



   Chapter Three.

   A couple of days after their fun and games in the Geisha House Jenny and
Suki were sitting watching some television.  Jenny couldn't understand a
word of course but the show was a music program so she could enjoy the
tunes.  They'd just finished a late lunch and were feeling pleased with
themselves after a heavy morning of retail therapy.  A little knot of
excitement tightened Suki's stomach as she waited because her dastardly
plan was shortly to be put into motion.

   A knock came at the door and Suki faining surprise wondered out loud
'Who could that be?' She rose and after a few seconds returned with a man
in tow.  He looked like the standard sober suited businessman they'd seen
so many of over the last couple of days with one exception.  Jet black
hair, good looking face to Jenny's eye, heavy black rimmed glasses, fit and
mid to late thirties, all normal but the difference was the goatee beard he
wore.  Of all the thousands of Japanese men Jenny had seen this was the
only one who sported any facial hair.  Beards and moustaches were very rare
in the business class.  Suki introduced him as Matsuko- san.  He bowed
politely and said 'Kon nee chee wa Jenny-san' then shook her hand giving
her a quick appraising look as he did so.

   'Matsuko-san is with the Japanese Police.  The drugs squad in fact' said
Suki.  'I was instructed by Commander Holt to inform Japanese Internal
Security that we were coming here just as a courtesy between agencies.  It
seems that this was passed on to the Drugs squad and that's why Matsuko-san
is here'.

   'Yes' he began in reasonable if stilted English.  'We have situation
that needs urgent attention.  Nothing bad.  Just watching but must be done
immediately and we are short of anyone with the right, how should I say,
qualifications'.

   Jenny was intrigued.  'What do you want Suki to do?' she asked.  'The
two Japanese exchanged glances.  'It not Suki I here to talk to, It you
Jenny-san' he answered.

   Jenny looked at him surprised as he continued.  'In Tokyo Suki is
ordinary but you are exotic one.  Tall, blonde and..' he exchanged quick
burst of Japanese with Suki then finished 'big titted'.  'Suki!' Jenny
exclaimed but the oriental only laughed while Matsuko looked confused.

   'Well if it's a small task I don't mind helping out the Police.  What's
the job' She enquired.

   Matsuko spoke for five minutes occasionally consulting Suki over a
difficult word or concept.  It seemed some local mafia types known as the
Yakusa were taking delivery of a drugs consignment that evening but the
Police didn't know where.  Matsuko had been asked to supply someone who
could do a surveillance job in a bar that the Yakusa owned and met up each
evening.  They had learnt that there was a vacancy at the club for a
waitress and he needed someone the gangsters wouldn't suspect to take the
job just for the evening.  The last thing they would suspect is that the
police would plant a blonde gaijin in their midst so might be inclined to
let their guard down a little.

   'We don't want you doing anything to arouse suspicion, no breaking and
entering or safe cracking just keep your eyes and ears open.  Someone will
make contact during the evening to see if you've got anything to report.  I
am sorry to ask this of you Jenny-san but we are desperate to catch these
people.  They are the dregs of the criminal world, they sell their drugs to
anyone, men, women even children.  We must stop them if we can'.

   Jenny pondered a while.  'Well OK.  I'll do it.  You can tell me where I
need to go and any final instructions after I get changed'.  Suki
immediately said 'Jen wear something revealing.  We have to be sure you get
hired don't we?' Jenny grimaced but nodded agreement.

   The two Japanese watched her depart and when she had closed the door of
their room both broke out into beaming smiles.  Suki quietly patted her
elder brother Akito on the back and whispered 'Well done.  I knew you could
do it.  She fell for it completely'.  'Do you think so?  I thought selling
drugs to the children was the master stroke.  That sealed it'.

   Yes.  She's a sucker for the kiddies.  She'll go through with it in
spite of that tiny little thing you forgot to mention.

   'But why are you doing this to your friend' he asked curiously.  'Suki's
face hardened a little and her left eye twitched as the memories flooded
back.  The main concourse at Heathrow airport.  Her naked and frozen in
place as hundreds of people strolled past staring at her, intrigued.  Her
slim toned body exposed to all and sundry.  Pert breasts and black haired
pussy revealed as she stood statue like trapped by Jenny wielding the power
of the Voodoo doll.  John Richards had tried to help but every time he
draped a coat around her it was ripped off by some invisible force.  He got
so exasperated that eventually he had tried to cover her with his hands
which made Suki scream as he touched her in the most intimate places.  That
would have been bad enough but just at that moment the Police turned up and
arrested her for public indecency and him for sexual assault.  It took some
fast talking and a call from Commander Holt to the Chief Constable himself
to convince the cops to let them go with just a warning.

   'Lets just say the punishment fits the crime shall we and leave it at
that.  Believe me she's getting off lightly.  If I'd put my mind to it I
could have come up with something a whole lot worse than an evening as a
waitress.  Even if it is as a waitress in a topless bar.

   Akito smiled.  Suki had told him that he and his friends should turn up
later in the evening, he would be without the false beard and glasses
disguise of course, and give Jenny as hard a time as they could.  He knew
the bar she had selected and that the girls were required to wear the
smallest of black mini dresses as well as practically invisible white thong
panties.  She would already, no doubt, be moving between tables delivering
drinks and desperately dodging the groping hands of the drunken patrons. 
He was looking forward to seeing the blonde with her great big bosoms
bouncing around and on display for all to see and no matter what they did
to her she was duty bound to stay in character and endure every indignity
they could dream up.

   Suki would be avenged in spades.



   Chapter Four.

   The taxi pulled up and Jenny paid the driver.  She pointed at the card
she'd shown him with the address of the club written on it and as he drove
off he pointed vaguely toward a dingy doorway.  Above the door there were
two large tacky neon signs.  Once inside she was presented with a problem.
The corridor split in to two.  She stood looking at the card trying to work
out which route to take but nothing presented itself so she signed and
picked one.

   She entered through another doorway and was relieved to find herself in
a dim Smokey room.  Looking round she saw tables with a smattering of men
drinking and at the far end a long bar.  Relieved she'd found the right
place she approached the bar and once the barman finished pouring a drink
and adding it to a tray for the waitress to deliver he came over.  Jenny
watched the waitress take the drinks tray to a table of businessmen.  She
was dressed in a quite conservative black waitress dress with a white
apron.

   'Hai?' queried the barman.  Even Jenny had learnt this meant 'Yes' and
asked if there was anyone who spoke English.  He didn't speak it himself
but recognised it and beckoned an older woman across.  'I'm here about the
job' she said slowly.  The woman asked her name as she looked her up and
down.  Jenny had done as Suki asked and worn the most revealing dress she
had brought with her, a low-cut little black cocktail number.  Normally
when she wore it she spent the entire evening tugging the hem down to avoid
showing to much leg.  She wasn't sure why she'd packed it in the first
place.  She was usually to timid to wear it anyway.

   'You do this sort of thing before' the woman asked.  'Oh yes' replied
Jenny 'I've served drinks and waited tables loads of times.  'What you mean
wait tables.  We no need waitress.  Job Sutorippa'.  Jenny looked at her
confused.  'Sutorippa?' she queried.  'Sutorippa, Sutorippa' the woman
repeated then mimicked dancing and removing her clothes.  Jenny blanched.
'Oh Jesus.  She means a bloody stripper' she thought.  'Those Police berks
have got it wrong.  Oh blimey what do I do now'.  Her face screwed up with
indecision as she weighed the alternatives.  On the down side she felt
utter panic and almost terminal embarrassment at the thought of cavorting
around taking her clothes off in front of an audience of presumably men. 
On the other hand the club was practically empty but that might change
although it was a week day so maybe it would be slow.  It was dim and
smokey so with a little luck no one would see to much and maybe she could
get away with more of a burlesque and a quick flash rather than a full
strip.  But it was the final thought that clinched it.  There were the
children.  The poor children innocently being offered drugs.  Their lives
ruined by these criminals for profit.  She couldn't let them down.

   Jenny resolutely straitened up.  'Blimey the things I do for Queen and
Country, well the Emperor this time I suppose' she thought.  'OK' she
nodded tapping herself on the chest.  'Me Sutorippa'.

   She followed the hard faced Madam into the back stage dressing room.  In
a chair sat another none-oriental girl who turned as they entered.  'You do
three acts.  This Chantelle.  She show you what to do' then turning on her
heel she stalked out.

   The sitting girl rose and stuck out her hand.  'Hi Honey' she greeted in
a broad Brooklyn accent.  'You're American' said Jenny relieved that she
would have someone to talk to.  'Yer' she answered.  'We're both a long way
from home ain't we.  Come on I'll show you the costume rack.  You'll be
doing the first set as a Cheerleader'.  She held up the tiniest skirt and
top for Jenny to see.  She took them and grimaced.  'What's up Honey'.  'I
thought there'd be more...well you know...to wear' she stammered.  'Oh no
don't tell me you're new to the game.  Are you?'.  'Yes' nodded Jenny. 
'But please don't tell Madam.  I need the cash' she lied.  'Don't worry.  I
ain't gonna tell on ya.  Get yer gear off and we'll get you ready'.

   Jenny shyly unzipped her little black dress, slid it down her body and
stood trembling slightly in her lacy black underwear.  'And the rest Hon'
said Chantelle.  Jenny un-hooked her bra strap and shrugged it down her
arms then covered her chest with a forearm.  'It's no good being shy in
this game girl' not if you're gonna give the punters a show.  You've got to
go for it first time or they'll kick you out if you're no good and the Japs
don't like you'.

   'Look you finish changing and I'll get you something'.  Jenny waited
till she'd turned her back and quickly stripped off her panties and pulled
the gold thong up her mile long legs and made sure it was snugly in place
then tried to fit her enormous bosoms into the tiny gold bra.  She was just
fixing the skirt when Chantelle returned with two glasses.

   'Here drink this' she said offering Jenny a tumbler.  'What is it?'. 
'Happiness in a glass Hon.  Don't worry it's just some Saki.  Help the
nerves no end.  Get it down ya'.  As Jenny took a slug of the Saki
Chantelle eyed her up and down and nodded approvingly.  Her eyes betrayed a
little bit of jealously but also a whole lot of desire.  Jenny coughed as
the spirit burned it's way down her throat.  'How's that Hon'.  She did
actually feel a little fortified thanks to the drink.  'Better I think' and
tossed back the remaining alcohol.

   'Let me do your garters for you'.  'Garters?' Jenny enquired.  'Yer. 
Where's the punters going to stick the cash if not in yer garters.  There's
nowhere else left when you're starker's dear'.  Jenny blushed at being
reminded that soon she would be naked in front of some anonymous men. 
Chantelle knelt down and with a garter around her hands allowed Jenny to
lift her foot and began to feed it up her leg.  She took her time and
stroked slowly up with both hands wrapped around first Jenny's calf them
her knee and finally her supple athletic thigh.  She wriggled it around
until she was satisfied it was in just the right place having thoroughly
explored most of Jenny's soft thigh then knelt and did the other one.

   'Honey.  You're gonna be a smash.  The Japs are gonna love you.  Don't
you worry about a thing.  A tip for ya.  Leave the skirt on.  That way you
can give them tantalising flashes but not have to end up totally naked. 
Now drink up'.

   'Ok?' asked Chantelle.  Jenny nodded.  'Yer but do you feel sexy'. 
'Sexy?  err...no not sexy really.  'Look you've got to feel right or you're
not going to convince the punters you're into it.  They can tell if you're
not enjoying it and they'll keep there money in their pockets if you don't
seem right.  Never forget the name of the game is getting the cash out of
those trousers and into your garter.  Here have my drink as well'.

   Jenny downed the second drink as Chantelle watched her eagerly.  'Let me
help ya' she said and using a thumb and forefinger gripped the point of
each of Jenny's bra cups and pinched and twisted her nipples.  Jenny's face
flushed as the brassy yank teased her nipples into erection then releasing
her looked down at the prominent peaks pushing out trying to burst through
the bra.  She nodded.  'There ya go Hon' no one'll think you're not
enjoying it now.  'Err.  Thanks' said Jenny uncertainly.

   Suddenly there came a knock at the door and a harsh word in Japanese. 
Chantelle said 'OK Hon.  You're on.  Now look, you're a girl, wow are you a
girl.  You know what men like so get out there and give it to em'.  Jenny
squealed as Chantelle gave her butt a quick squeeze and ushered her out
toward the dimly lit stage.

   Stopping at the curtain she suddenly realised just what she'd got
herself into again.  Loud rock music shocked her ears as Chantelle pulled
the curtain aside and pushed her out on to the wooden stage.

   A bright spotlight shone straight into her eyes nearly blinding her as
she stepped out.  She couldn't see anything past the light and for a moment
actually felt alone then she moved forward and realised with shock and
horror that while she'd been back stage the club had filled up and she was
faced with over fifty expectant oriental faces all staring at her hungrily.
Like a rabbit in the headlights she froze.  The crowd looked at her then
started to cast querying glances around when she didn't go into the usual
wild cavorting they were used to.

   Thankfully the drink was starting to kick in and with a start she began
to gently undulate her hips.  Nobody spoke as she strode up the long thin
stage toward a shiny metal pole at the far end.  On reaching it she stopped
and posed as sexily as she could and stared at the faces watching her. 
Then she took a deep breath and swung around the pole.  For a second it
looked like she had lost her grip and would fall straight into the laps of
the nearest people but caught herself just in time.  Jenny quickly realised
that she couldn't do the usual stripper things so she had to improvise. 
She might not have been used to stripping but she could dance and so began
moving sensually to the music trying to block out the staring eyes.

   She danced for as long as she could but realised she'd have to take
something off eventually.  'Oh well here goes' she thought and reached for
her bra.  Holding it in place she unclipped it and teased them for a minute
before whipping it off dramatically.  The collective intake of breath was
audible even over the rock music as they crowd broke into spontaneous
applauds.  Jenny was surprised then pleased at the reaction and continued
dancing her now unencumbered tits swaying in time to the music.

   A man near the stage held up a banknote and remembering Chantelle's
words she danced towards him and squatted down to allow him to tuck it
under her garter but not before he'd grabbed a handful of her butt.  She
squeaked and dodged away giving him a reproachful look.  The drink was
really going to her head now as the music changed to something faster.  Her
dancing quickened keeping pace with the beat until a second man held up a
note.  Again she squatted down and this time received a pinch on the bum
before the note was deposited under her garter.

   Jenny started to use the skirt lifting it giving them a quick glimpse of
her butt or thong covered loins.  The crowd were now clapping in time to
the music urging her on.  Her face was flushed with the effort, the drink
and the sexy thoughts running through her mind.  With a flourish she
whipped the thong off and threw it into the crowd.  They erupted with
cheering as she danced around the pole.  Quick flicks of the skirt gave
tantalising glimpses of he plump round butt and sometimes her hairless
pussy slit.  Inevitably a man held up a note and she squatted down.  With
one hand he tucked the note in with the rest.  The other flashed under her
thigh and his fingers stroked over her now unprotected pussy.  Jenny leapt
up as the man turned triumphant to his friends showing them the fingers
that had succeeded in touching her so intimately before sticking them under
his nose and smiling as if he could smell her aroma.

   From then on notes appeared all around the stage and Jenny was hard
pressed to collect them all.  In the process of course she was touched and
probed and tweaked and stroked until she was red in the face and her
garters could hardly hold any more currency.

   Thankfully the music came to an end and Jenny bowed quickly and ran off
the stage to rapturous applauds.  Back in the dressing room Chantelle
helped her unload the cash and counted out nearly 50,000 yen.  'Wow'
thought Jenny I could buy a new car with that.  Unfortunately Chantelle had
to tell her it was only worth about a four hundred dollars or two hundred
and fifty pounds and she'd have to give some of that to the club.  'Still'
she thought 'two hundred for twenty minutes of dancing ain't so bad
although she wasn't so keen on being pawed by loads of sweaty drunken
businessmen.

   Back in the dressing room Chantelle had dressed as a cowgirl.  When she
went out to do her set Jenny quickly threw on a robe and poked her head out
of the dressing room and seeing no one in the dim corridor crept out.  The
corridor had four doors.  The first was the ladies bathroom so she
continued on.  The next was the door to the bar area.  The next held crates
of bottled bear and other stock for the bar.  The last was locked.  As she
was standing there with the door knob in her hand the bar door opened and
the barman came out.  He spotted her immediately and uttered a curt
question in Japanese.  Jenny walked toward him while he watched her
suspiciously.  After some comical motioning she managed to convey that she
had been looking for the ladies facilities and he pointed briskly back to
the first door.  He stared after her as she entered then slowly turned and
went into the store room.

   Returning to the dressing room she started to dress in her next costume
when a Japanese girl rushed in.  On seeing Jenny she nodded to her and
began tearing off her own clothes and dressed quickly as a sexy secretary.
Chantelle came in and introduced Jenny to Miko the other girl who rushed
out to start her set.

   Unloading the notes from her garter Chantelle looked Jenny's new costume
up and down and said 'Let me do your hair Honey'.  She gathered the long
blonde hair and using rubber bands gave her two pigtails then together they
counted up the money on the dressing table.  Chantelle's smile became
slightly fixed as the total came to less than half what the blonde had
collected.



   Chapter Five.

   Jenny stood at the curtain once more waiting for the music to start. 
Not thumping rock music this time but a sweat tinkling teenage oriented pop
song.  She pushed through the curtain out onto the stage and skipped toward
the pole.  The crowd around the stage had swelled to maybe eighty strong
and to a man they all stopped chatting and drinking and looked at her
stunned in to silence with mouths open wide.  Jenny was dressed as the most
sexually provocative schoolgirl any of them had ever seen.  Her long blonde
hair was split into two pigtails and her little tongue licked a giant
lollipop.  The blazer she wore was so small it couldn't meet in the middle.
A semi transparent white shirt was tied beneath her braless breasts and her
dark prominent nipples poked through the material.  A tiny pleated skirt
came just two inches below her butt and she had small white ankle socks and
black pumps on her feet.  The slightest movement made the skirt sway and
gave the leering mob a flash of the white cotton panties she wore
underneath.

   The crowd watched enraptured as she cavorted round the stage
occasionally bending forward and flashing her white cotton covered butt at
them.  Chantelle had forced another Saki into her and the alcohol was
giving her a worm glow.  The crowd took up the beat again and began
clapping to encourage her.  Notes were beginning to build in her garter and
she was getting more practice at dodging the probing hands as they tried to
stroke or pinch her flesh.

   Jenny put the lollipop on a chair on the stage and mimicked being hot.
Teasingly she tugged the blazer from one shoulder as the crown cheered. 
The other shoulder came off and she dropped it down her arms and threw it
on the chair.  Dancing along the stage she collected more notes as her
unfettered bouncing breasts loosened the wallets of the cheering punters.
She caressed her breasts cupping and lifting them tweaking her own nipples
until they darkened even more and poked out.

   Suddenly she froze and bent slowly forward.  Her skirt rose gradually
revealing her panty clad bottom to the salivating men on one side of the
stage.  Giggling she wiggled her butt and then crossed over and did the
same on the other side.  Moving forward to the very front of the stage she
did the same again then collected more notes from frantic men.

   At the deserted front of the club the door opened and a tall man
entered. He was immaculately dressed in a light grey designer sports jacket
over perfectly cut black trousers and highly polished black patent leather
shoes.  He quietly moved to the bar managing to avoid the furniture even
though he was wearing dark glasses.  The barman seeing him enter broke off
from the customer he was serving without a word and poured a drink and
placed it before him.  With a bow he returned to the customer who made no
complaint what so ever at having been ignored.

   As the man reached for his drink the cuff of his pristine white shirt
rose up and revealed the telltale tattoo around his wrist.  He turned quiet
eyes toward the stage which appeared unusually crowded for a week day.  He
gestured to the barman who told him that the new girl was proving quite an
attraction.  He turned back and watched her carefully still not removing
his shades.

   Back on the stage Jenny spent another minute bouncing round then froze
again.  Bending deeply she reached back and ever so slowly started to lower
her panties.  The men behind her stared open mouthed as gradually the while
cotton material revealed more and more of her pink butt.  Lower they went
until her pink pussy peeped out and one punter in the very front row
fainted dead away.

   Stepping out of the underwear Jenny skipped round the stage swinging her
panties around a finger.  Every eye in the room watched the white material
hungrily until she casually flicked them off the stage.

   They landed right in the lap of a middle aged businessman in the front
row who for one single second considered himself the luckiest man alive
then eight of the nearest punters leapt on top of him and he went over
backwards under a sweating, swearing scrum that the All Blacks would have
been proud of.  Eventually the biggest, meanest guy extricated himself from
the melee and held his prize high.  Spreading the panties out on his
upturned hands he buried his face in them and took a deep breath drinking
in the aroma of her pussy.  He stood for a few seconds with a beatific
smile on his face.

   Then someone hit him with a chair.

   The scrum of struggling desperate men reformed until the barman weighed
in with a short wooden club and restored order.

   Jenny continued her set.  She'd teasingly unbuttoned her shirt but left
the bottom tied then pulled back each side until her tits popped out. 
Dancing suggestively, she flashed her pussy and bum and collected a kings
ransom from the punters.

   About an hour later Suki walked along the street looking for the club
she'd sent Jenny to.  When the blonde hadn't returned straight away she'd
known her plan had worked and she was now inside serving drinks in a tiny
skirt, thong panties and with her tits out for all to see and for some to
tweak and stroke no doubt.  She could just see how the punters would tease
her.  They'd order drinks and she'd bring them.  Then they'd indicate who
got each drink and as she reached over to the far side of the table her
tits would swing out and dangle, a perfect target.  Hands would cup her,
pinch her stroke her while others would stroke up her legs and over her
plump butt.  By now she'd be red in the face and dreading every order. 
Suki thought her revenge would be sweat and Jenny utterly humiliated.

   She entered the same door Jenny had but then turned left into a
different door.  The bar was less than half full and topless oriental girls
swung between tables delivering trays of drink, collecting tips and giving
girlish giggles when a punter managed to distract one enough to grasp a
handful of soft flesh.

   Approaching the bar Suki attracted the eye of the manager she'd made the
arrangements with and enquired where Jenny was.  She was mortified when he
told her she hadn't turned up.  She thought hard.  Had the Taxi delivered
her to the wrong place, had she got lost somehow on the short journey.  She
sipped a drink as she turned over possibilities in her mind.



   Chapter Six.

   Jenny was ecstatic.  She was making tens of thousands of Yen.  Chantelle
wasn't so glad.  Her tips had dwindled.  The new girl was taking all the
cash and she was losing out.  She glowered at the blondes back as there
came a knock on the door and a string of Japanese told her the boss wanted
a word so she pulled on a robe and went out into the club.

   Yamichi-san was one of the partners who owned the club.  He scared the
crap out of Chantelle who knew what he was and what he was capable of.  He
and his partner had 'bought' the club from the previous owner when he
begged them to.  Actually he was begging them not to drop him in the
harbour with chains around his legs at the time but they'd given him a fair
price.  Well fair if you were buying a packet of cigarettes.

   'Who's the new girl' he asked.  'Jenny-san' she told him.  'Fresh over
from England'.  It crossed her mind to try telling him to get rid of her
but she knew he'd seen her act and if she did she'd just look foolish.  He
thought for a while then told her 'Find out how far she'll go.  Use the
Heroine set'.  Chantelle smiled broadly seeing an opening, seeing a way she
could get rid of the new girl.  She nodded and practically ran back to the
dressing room.

   'OK Honey, your last set is a little different.  You'll be on stage with
Miko and me' she told Jenny.  'The Japs go for this one in a big way.  They
love Super heroines and a stripping Super heroine drives them nuts.  We
should clean up on this one'.  Jenny's eyes shone.  The drink and adulation
as well as the money had removed most of her inhibitions and stripping in
front of all the slobbering punters had lost some of it fear for her.

   Chantelle explained that Jenny would be a Super heroine like in the
comics, like Wonder woman or Supergirl but a Japanese version and she and
Miko would be the nefarious criminals that she would try to capture.  Jenny
nodded happily as she dressed in the costume, a bright red bra and blue
panties and black knee high boots.  The other two put on purple lyrca one
piece swimsuits with masks that covered the tops on their faces.

   Chantelle explained some more 'This isn't just a strip love.  The Japs
like their Heroines to lose and then to be punished and humiliated.  Here's
what we do.  Miko an I'll be on stage then you enter and challenge us. 
We'll fight, don't worry just playing so you react as if we're hitting you
really hard and then we'll defeat you and strip you off.  Alright?'.  Jenny
nodded 'Err..OK'.  As she turned away Chantelle continued under her breath
'...and then there's the humiliation part of course'.

   The two purple clad girls went out and pulling their masks on crept out
on to the stage.  They mimicked searching round and acting suspiciously
looking around worried that someone would spot them.  The crowd erupted
when they saw them.  They'd seen the set before and knew what was going to
happen.  Adding the new blonde girl would turn it from a popular scene into
an amazing one so they cheered and clapped like crazy.

   After a few seconds Jenny pushed through the curtain and posed, her
hands on her hips, a haughty expression on her face.  Mayhem ensued as the
crowd went mad.  She shouted above the noise and the two criminals whirled
round shocked to be discovered.  All three then stalked round the stage
ready to fight.  Miko stepped forward and threw a punch at Jenny's stomach
and she bent double as if mortally wounded then staggered erect again. 
Chantelle attacked her and swung a foot which gently touched her knee and
she dropped again.  Miko took the opportunity and attacked from the back
grabbing Jenny round the neck and pretended to strangle the blonde.  Jenny
threw her off and attacked herself.

   They play fought for another minute until Miko got behind Jenny again
and succeeded in looping her arms under Jenny's and lifting up joined her
hands behind her neck forcing Jenny's arms upward.  She wriggled
ineffectually her tits encased in the tiny bra wobbling alarmingly.  In
this defenceless position Jenny looked on fearfully as Chantelle stalked
her, hands extended, fingers like claws.  She rushed in and gripping the
red bra ripped it from Jenny's body.  The blondes enormous mammaries burst
from their confinement and the crowd went even more bonkers.

   In the bar next door the manager came back and chatted to Suki.  She
commented that the club seemed quiet tonight and he replied 'Yes.  The
Strip clubs got a new girl.  A gaijin.  Someone came in and told someone
else and soon half the bloody customer left to go and see her.

   A light bulb appeared above Suki's head as she realised what had
happened.  Jenny in a strip club, surely not, Oh my god' she thought 'this
could be even better than I ever imagined'.  She finished her drink and
nodded to the manager.  Turning out of the front door she went further
along the corridor and slipped quietly into the Strip Club.  Standing at
the back in the darkness she stared astonished at the scene being played
out on the stage.

   Jenny struggled in Miko's grip making her now naked tits wobble and
swing to left and right.  Chantelle advanced again and sunk her fingers
into the soft breast flesh.  Jenny reacted as if her tits were in a vice
screaming and moaning until Chantelle and Miko released her leaving red
finger marks on her abused mammaries.  All the girls then stalked around
again allowing the punters to stuff notes in their garters.

   Both purple clad girls could easily see Jenny was collecting more than
both of them put together.  Chantelle moved close to Miko and whispered in
her ear until she nodded and they split apart again to resume the fight.

   At the back of the club Suki was in raptures.  Jenny giving a strip show
was more than she could ever have hoped for.  Just wait till she got back
to HQ.  They'd never let Jenny forget it.  Now if she could just get some
photos.

   Back on stage Jenny tried to defend herself hampered by her tits which
were flying all over the place until Miko gripped the back of her panties
and began pulling.  She squealed and tried to hang on to her only garment
as Miko pulled harder and harder.  Chantelle grabbed Jenny's arms and after
a brief tug of war with Jenny as the rope Miko dragged the panties down and
off.  She didn't throw them into the crowd this time as she wanted to avoid
a riot.  Jenny was left naked under the bright lights in front of eighty
odd customers for the first time.  She shrieked and tried to cover her
pussy with her hands but Chantelle was having none of it.  She grabbed
Jenny and twisted her arm up her back bending her double.  Miko slowly
stalked round before darting in and letting fly spanking Jenny's upturned
butt.  Jenny squealed as Miko spanked her again and again.  Chantelle held
her tight and slowly walked her around the stage while Miko kept up the
assault making sure all the punters got a good view of Jenny's plump
quivering butt.  She put on a good show as she struggled and writhed in
Chantelle grip screaming while her hanging breasts swung below her and her
cheeks turned pink under the unceasing onslaught.

   Eventually they let her up and bowed to the braying crowd as Jenny
ruefully rubbed her smarting cheeks.  Then Chantelle said to her 'Want to
earn some real money?'.  What could she say.  She though 'What sort of
stripper would say no'.  She had to maintain her cover until she was
contacted even though she'd got nothing to report yet.  Pensively she
nodded and Chantelle and Miko gripped her arms as if they'd captured the
Super heroine.

   They led her to the front of the stage and down the steps onto the club
floor.  The men nearest drank in her naked charms as the two girls held her
arms so she couldn't cover herself.  One man held up a 500 yen note and
Miko shook her head and flashed her hand up twice indicating 1,000 yen.  He
pulled out a new note and approaching pushed it into Jenny's garter.  She
nodded and smiled at him then gasped as his hands closed over her tits.  He
gently squeezed her soft warm bouncing mammaries pushing them together
kneading them.  Gradually he became more assertive gripping her harder
until her flesh squeezed between his fingers and forcing a moan from her
lips.  They held her arms as the man molested her mammaries kneading her
and tweaking her nipples until her cheeks turned red and her breathing
quickened.  A minute later with a word from Miko the man released her
breasts and retreated.

   Suki was standing in the shadows staring goggle eyed as Jenny was mauled
by the customer when the front door opened again and another man entered.
He was shorter but more thickset then the first but obviously of the same
ilk.  He also wore dark glasses as if they were some sort of badge.  Suki
tried to melt into the background as the new man appeared.  She knew him
and knew what he was.  Before she'd left for England she'd worked for the
Japanese Police and local members of the Yakusa were well know to them. 
This one was known as one of the most violent of them all which was saying
something.

   He joined his partner at the bar and after a few words turned and
together they watched the remainder of the show.

   'More money?' asked Chantelle.  Jenny grimaced but nodded reluctantly
and they led her round until an enormously fat man held up a 1000 yen note.
Again Miko looked disdainfully at it and flashed her hand four times.  4000
yen.  The man nodded his deep set piggy eyes shining and with one podgy
hand fondling Jenny's thigh used the other to push notes into her garter.
She stared wildly at the two girls.  What was this one going to do she
speculated frantically when suddenly Miko and Chantelle swung her round and
pushed her backward until her knees met the mans legs and she collapsed
onto his lap.

   With the girls still gripping her arms she was powerless to prevent his
hands circling round her and stroking up her body to capture her breasts.
He fondled her gently savouring the soft warm flesh in his hands and the
pointed erect nipples pressing into his palms.  His head buried in her hair
he sucked her neck wetly.  Suddenly Chantelle lifted Jenny's arm and looped
it up over the mans head and behind his neck.  His face now rested right
next to her tit and squeezing her flesh between his fingers he fed her tit
into his mouth and began sucking strongly.  Jenny writhed about on his lap
as he assaulted her tits inadvertently greatly increasing his pleasure as
she rubbed her butt into his groin.

   His right hand gripped her right tit and kneaded it while his mouth
sucked on her other breast drawing more and more flesh into his hot mouth
as his teeth gnawed her nipple.  Looking down she gasped and rolled her
eyes wildly as the hand that had been holding her left tit slowly stroked
down her stomach and darted between her thighs cupping pussy before she
could react and slam her legs closed.  She wriggled and writhed as he
squeezed her pussy then she gasped mortified as a fat podgy finger pushed
between her labia and invaded her moist womanhood.  They held her writhing
body immovable and let him maul her for fully five minutes as his fat
finger thrust inside her rapidly moistening pussy.  He could feel her
internal muscles gripping his finger as he forced her towards climax. 
Chantelle watched closely and as Jenny's breath rasped in her throat and
she groaned 'Oh yes, yes, just there' cruelly dragged her clear of the fat
man's grip.

   Yamichi-san said 'This new girl's fantastic.  She could make us a
fortune if she could be convinced to entertain a few selected clients. 
Were did you find her'.  The second gangster stared at him as if he'd gone
mad.  'I didn't find her.  I thought you must have' he replied.  'You mean
you didn't employ her either?'.  'No I didn't' Yamichi replied slowly
turning back to star at the blonde.  Both men's eyes narrowed behind their
dark glasses and the deep-seated paranoia of their criminal minds turned
suspicion to certainty.  'She's a Police spy' they almost chorused as one.

   Jenny practically hung between the two girls now sexually over
stimulated then jerked clear just as climax approached.  Dazed she was
paraded before the hot hungry clients once more until a thousand yen note
appeared but Miko flashed her hand five times.  The man pushed the notes
into Jenny's garter and threw himself on the floor with his head between
her feet.  Jenny couldn't understand what he was doing as she stared down
at him until the girls drove a knee each into the back of her knees and she
with a shriek she sank down until she ended up kneeling across his
shoulders with her vagina directly above his face.  He grabbed her hips and
pulling her down the last inch forced her pussy right into his mouth.  With
the girls still holding her firmly and also pushing down on her shoulders
he attacked her pussy with lips, teeth and tongue while his hands gripped
her pink plump butt cheeks.  Jenny threw her head around as his tongue
invaded her, probing, thrusting into her again and again forcing her higher
and higher.  He captured her clit and sucked rhythmically then dragged his
tongue across it faster and faster.  Jenny screamed out loud and exploded
covering his face with hot juice and slumped forward as if she'd fainted.

   The man climbed out from under her and raised his arms accepting the
cheers of the crowd as the first to climax the new girl as Miko and
Chantelle dragged her to her feet.  They led her round once more almost
having to pull her as she staggered in a post orgasmic daze.  Jenny slowly
regained some semblance of awareness as a10,000 yen note was raised and
Jenny urgently asked Chantelle what this one would do.  She smiled like a
shark and inserted a finger into Jenny's mouth pushing it in and out. 
Jenny realised what she meant and tried to free herself shaking her head
frantically and trying to pull free.  'No, no' she shouted until Chantelle
released her and she raced back on stage and escaped through the curtain.



   Chapter Seven.

   Suki ever so slowly edged her way out of the front door thankful that
the two Yakusa were being distracted by the show.  She knew the club was
due to close and assuming Jenny hadn't gone and blown her cover she would
just leave with the rest of the staff and be non the wiser as to the danger
she'd been in.  She would probably be pretty ticked off when she got back
to the apartment but she might just decide to report that she'd found out
nothing rather than admit she'd been playing the part of a stripper for the
evening.  Suki thought that was more likely than the blonde accusing the
Police of getting the job wrong and telling her she'd been up there on the
stage dressed as some sort odd exotic Super heroine and being stripped
naked by two other masked girls for the entertainment of a load of horny
drunken businessmen.

   Inside the club Yamichi and his partner had been thinking hard.  They
were convinced the cops had run a foreigner in to spy on them.  If she was
they couldn't just eliminate her.  It would only confirm the cops
suspicions and they'd probably go mad and bust the place wide open.  They
had to think of a way of getting rid of her before she could find anything
out about their operations but in such a way that no suspicion fell on
them.

   Suddenly Yamichi said 'I've got an idea' smiling as wide as a alligator
and just as friendly.  'Here's what we do.  We tell her that a very
important client has requested she do a private show for him.  We offer her
big money so she can't refuse or she'd raise suspicion and break her
cover'.

   'What sort of show?' asked his partner frowning.  'The sort of show
provided by Mistress Natsumo of course.  After that she won't trouble us
again, the Police will think twice before trying to sneak a spy in here
again, we get paid a huge fee, and one of our best customers gets the show
of his big fat life.

   It was agreed and while the partner went to fetch the mysterious woman
Yamichi went behind the bar and through to the corridor behind.  Turning
left he passed the restroom and knocked respectfully on the dressing room
door.  Chantelle opened it and on seeing him stepped back quickly to allow
him to enter.  Inside Jenny had put on a robe and was just about to start
getting ready to leave.  The tall Japanese man bowed slightly toward her
and introduced himself.  For the first time he took off his glasses and
Jenny saw he was a very handsome man if a little mean looking around the
eyes.

   'Jenny-san' he began in very good English.  'You have done a wonderful
job here this evening but I find myself with a problem.  A very important
client has asked especially for you to do a private show for him.  I
realise you must be tired but I would be very grateful if you could fulfil
this mans request.  He puts a great deal of business our way and I would
not like to refuse him.  Of course you would be paid a great deal of money
for this one performance as would the other girls' he said nodding at Miko
and Chantelle.

   Jenny thought hard and fast.  A great deal of business.  This could be
the drugs man, this could be the guy doing the delivery.  If I do the show
and can contact Suki straight after we might just catch them with the stuff
on the premises and they'd be cooked.

   She looked at the tall stranger and asked 'What sort of show does your
client require?' 'He smiled broadly.  'He is a big fan of the Super heroine
set so it would be similar to the one you performed tonight.  There will be
an extra girl helping but very similar'.

   'OK I will do the show for you and your important client' she said. 
Yamichi turned to the other girls and told them to go and prepare for the
show.  'Miss Natsumo will be joining you'.  At the mention of the name
Chantelle looked at him with a little touch of fear in her eyes but quickly
turned to leave as he stared at her with a deadpan expression daring her to
complain.

   'Jenny-san.  The set the client requires is the same as the one you just
performed but he likes a little more of everything.  The girls will fight
you and strip you as before but the client likes some sex with his shw so
the girls will pretend to make love quite forcefully to you once they have
overpowered you.  Then he likes to finish off with some suffering and
humiliation so again the girls will pretend to hold you and beat you with
specially prepared light strap.  Please remember to scream and shout as if
you are in real agony to give the customer a life like show even though we
will know it's all pretend.  In these circumstances we find it prudent to
have a safe word that you can use if things get to intense for you.  If you
find the girls are being to rough just say 'Motto'.  It means Stop'.  Jenny
repeated the word over and over memorising it.

   Suki waited outside for forty minutes before she began to get worried.
The club had emptied of clientele and later some other staff had left but
Jenny remained inside.  She watched the excited chattering customers
boiling out of the front door, more than one of them appearing to be
mimicking weighing some sort of giant melons in front of them.  One of them
had spotted her waiting and approached her thinking in his erotic
excitement she might be touting for business.  Her disdainful gaze was as
effective as a bucket of ice cold water straight in the crotch and he slunk
away shamefaced mumbling an apology.  Having waited long enough she
deciding to investigate and wandered down the road a little to a small gap
in the buildings.  Scaling a gate she dropped down into a dark alleyway. 
Further down she could see a window with light shining through and a
convenient dustbin allowed her to climb up close enough for her to hear
voices from within.

   Yamichi was giving instructions to three purple clad girls.  'She's
agreed to a special show for the Fatman and she knows what to expect.  I've
told her to make it look good so she'll beg and plead for mercy, scream and
shout but don't worry it'll just be for show.  She knows the safe word so
listen out for it.  At the start lay the sex on hard you know what the
Fatman likes.  After that finish it off with the usual whipping.  Just the
pretend strap.  OK.  Off you go'.

   Suki hearing this thought hard 'I've got to get reinforcements to get
her out.  She's no idea what these Yakusa are capable of'.  She hopped down
silently and raced back toward the gate.  If only she'd stayed a few more
seconds.

   Inside Yamichi put his hand onto the shoulder of the new girl so she
stopped while the other two left the small room.  Closing the door he said
'We don't want this one to come back.  Don't ask why just make sure she
remembers her visit with less than fondness.  Do you understand'.  The girl
smiled coldly and nodded silently.

   Out in the main club area the Fatman who had molested Jenny earlier was
seated in a large comfortable chair.  The girls were going to perform on
the floor of the club to give him a better unrestricted view.  His face was
a little flushed as he waited.  It had cost him 200,000 yen, over 1000
pounds but he'd never seen a better looking Super heroine and he thought it
money well spent.

   The three girls in their purple lycra suits and face masks were waiting
patiently until Jenny appeared through the curtain.  She strode across the
stage and down the steps then struck up her pose challenging them.  The
Fatman started to sweat excitedly as the criminals circled her menacingly.

   The fight began with each girl darting in and pretending to kick or
punch the heroine who reacted as if badly hurt as each blow landed.  As
before the purple covered figure of Miko wrestled her until her arms were
trapped then another ripped the bra from her swinging breasts.  She
expected them to release her to continue the fight but instead they dragged
her over towards the fat man so he had a clear view and then each seized
one of her tits and began molesting her.  The girl holding her captive
jerked back her blonde head and kissed her obscenely mashing their lips
together.  'Hey girls.  It's only supposed to be pretend' she though but
they continued to maul her unmercifully.  Kneading her flesh and tweaking
her nipples until they darkened and erected then used their mouths to lick
and suck on them.  Miko released Jenny's lips and moved to suck noisily on
her exposed throat while she struggled and shrieked at the assault. 
Gradually her shouts and writhing got weaker as they aroused her
defenceless body more and more.

   Suddenly they all released her and sprang back.  She stood there dazed
her mammaries red and swollen.  One of the girls sprang forward and again
threw a punch to Jenny's midriff.  She was unprepared as the blow landed
and the breath whooshed from her mouth and she collapsed to her knees. 
Behind her hands gripped her panties and ripped them from her then all
three girls leapt on her and bore her to the ground.

   The fat man leaned forward as they pinned Jenny down on her back.  One
girl held her arms over her head and another took her ankles.  The sweat
from the Fatman's brow could almost drop straight down onto the captive
form.  The mystery girl slowly used the fingers on one hand to spread
Jenny's pussy wide open so the fat man could see the pink flesh inside then
jammed two fingers deep into Jenny's moist tunnel.

   She moaned and writhed as the girl thrust her fingers into the tender
skinned tunnel pumping harder and harder.  She wasn't gentle as she reamed
the captive vagina.  Jenny shouted out 'Motto, Motto'.  Natsumo looked up
surprised then added a third and fourth finger.  Mistress Natsumo forced
them as deep as she could pumping her fingers faster and even more
forcefully.  The blondes pussy was moist but not enough to allow her to go
the whole way so she contented herself with using her thumb to pinch the
now red and erect clit until the gaijin writhed so much the other two girls
had to hang on to her for dear life.

   Suki ran and ran as hard as she could back to the only place she thought
she might find some help, her parents apartment.  Her brother and his
friends should be there and together they would try and rescue Jenny.  She
couldn't just go to the Police.  She'd got no proof of any wrong doing and
the club was just providing a private show for a client with girls who had
consented to do the show.  She was out of breath after the ten minute run
and panting hard when she burst through the front door.  The flat was quiet
and her heart sank when it seemed that no one was there then Gaiko emerged
from his room to see what the noise was all about.  Suki demanded to know
where everyone was and he told her they'd gone to the bar but when they
found Jenny wasn't there they'd gone somewhere else, he didn't know where.

   Ever since she'd first laid eyes on Jenny Chantelle had been determined
to have the blondes body for herself so now with her held and stimulated
near to climax she took her turn.  They dragged her round so her head faced
the Fatman and Chantelle kneeling above her facing down her body lowered
her pussy onto Jenny's face.  'Suck bitch' she ordered but Jenny turned her
head resisting.  Chantelle wasn't going to take no for an answer and
raising her hand brought it down on Jenny's unprotected pussy with a loud
slap.  She jerked and shrieked 'Motto.  Motto'.  Chantelle paused uncertain
then shrugging spanked Jenny's pussy again.  'Suck it bitch or I'll slap it
silly like this' and gave it another meaty slap.  Jenny couldn't take any
more and opened her mouth and did as the American wanted sucking vigorously
on the proffered pussy and probing it with her tongue.  The Fatman dribbled
down his shirt as he watched the fantastic blonde service the other girl
who thrust her hips back and forth riding the thrusting tongue until she
screamed out and came spraying juices into the blondes mouth.

   Satisfied she had suffered enough with this latest torment they dragged
the sweating girl to her knees while still holding her captive.  The Fatman
sat back, unzipped his fly, and nodded to Natsumo.

   They shoved Jenny forward forcing her to crawl and just as her head came
to rest on the man's thigh she raised her hooded eyes to stare straight at
the column of flesh sticking from his trousers.  It was a respectable size
but in relation to the rest of his corpulent body looked quite small.  To
Jenny as it was an inch from her nose it looked huge.  Before she could
react he grabbed a fistful of her hair and rubbed his dick over her face.
She groaned and grimaced until he jerked her head back and as her mouth
shot open jammed himself into her.  Effectively gagged she could only moan
and groan as he used her hot wet mouth repeatedly pushing her head down
then dragging it back up.  She gagged as he hit the back of her throat
forcing her down farther each time until with an obscene groan he poured
his hot milky seed into her.

   'Damn' swore Suki.  As she thought she absently told Gaiko Jenny was in
trouble and she would need help to rescue her.  There's no one else It'll
just have to be you and me' he said.  Suki stared at him amazed.  She knew
Jenny and Gaiko had been getting on well.  She'd helped him with his
English speaking and they spent time chatting about things but if someone
had told her their conversation had been about how to apply make-up she
wouldn't have been surprised.

   'Don't be stupid' she spat coldly, insultingly.  'What could you do? 
Looks like I'll just have to do it myself' and turning raced out of the
apartment.  Gaiko's anger and embarrassment turned his face red as he
watched her go.

   Back in the club Jenny slumped to the floor coughing trying to spit out
the taste from her mouth.  The Fatman zipped himself up then nodded once
more to Natsumo.

   The girls grabbed the shocked blonde once more and forced her struggling
body face down flat on the floor.

   On a side table Natsumo perused a number of items all meant to deliver
pain.  Her fingers traced over each one as the blonde writhed in the grip
of the two other girls.  This was mostly for the Fatman's benefit to
heighten the tension but she already knew which one she was going to
choose. Passing over a light strap she picked up a heavy three inch wide
leather belt and snapped it between her hands with a loud crack.  Jenny
heard the slapping noise and looked round.  Seeing the girl with the belt
she renewed her struggling shouting and screaming, begging for mercy. 
Chantelle thought 'Jeez this babes a great actress as well.  If I didn't
know better I'd think see was in mortal terror'.

   Jenny's legs kicked frantically as she fought.  Each girl gripped her
arms hard.  One hand at the wrist the other pressing down on her shoulder
pressing her face into the carpet.

   Natsumo sauntered over and stared down at the naked writhing body.  Not
many questions occurred to her about the clients who used her services but
one thought came to her now.  'I don't know what you did girl to upset
Yamichi-san but he's a bad man to cross as you're about to find out'.  She
stepped across the blondes kicking legs and flopped down kneeling either
side trapping them under her.  From this position she looked straight up
the white wriggling body.  Miko swept aside Jenny's hair baring her long
slender back.  Reaching forward Natsumo stroked a hand across the plump
butt cheeks gently kneading the flesh, testing it for resilience. 
Satisfied she raised the belt high.  The Fatman's cheeks flushed and the
sweat plastered his shirt to his wide corpulent back.  His heart beat rose
dangerously high and Saliva dibbled down his chin as the belt swept down
swishing like an angry hornet.

   Suki raced back to the club in record time almost as if her life
depended on it.  Like Jenny's life depended on it.  Through the streets,
dodging late revellers until she stood once more in the dingy corridor. 
Stopping she waited trying to calm her stentorious breathing.  She couldn't
sneak in to the club while gasping like a wounded buffalo.  Within a minute
she felt as if she was ready to begin and stealthily cracked open the
club's door.  Most of the main area was in darkness with just a small pool
of light near the stage.  She quickly took stock of the situation, noting
everyone's position, which way they were facing, who was the most dangerous
and therefore the one to be taken out first.  The Fatman could be
discounted and she didn't think the purple masked girls would interfere
either, no profit in it for them so that just left the two Yakusa.

   They flanked the Fatman as he watched what was going on on the floor in
front of him.  Suki couldn't see what he was looking at.  The tables and
chairs hid the action.  She decided to sneak around the edge of the bar
area low down between the tables as far as she could in the darkened parts
until she could attack Yamichi's partner.  She'd picked him as her first
target as his reputation marked him as the most likely to be armed and
moreover the most likely to react fast meeting violence with violence.  She
was confident that with the element of surprise and her training she could
take them out before anyone got hurt.  Sinking down she began to crawl
forward going under tables when she could, trying to avoid knocking into
the furniture or giving them any warning of her approach until it was to
late.  She had to go slow and it was made doubly hard by the sounds she
couldn't avoid hearing.  Meaty whacks usually followed by agonised whimpers
or the occasional pleading 'Motto'.

   It took her nearly three minutes to manoeuvre herself into position all
the time the whacking sounds came like a metronome but the whimpering and
pleading gradually faded.  'Hold on Jenny.  I'm coming' she silently
screamed to herself.

   Suddenly she erupted from the side of the stage toward the nearest
Yakusa.  Just as she thought he was fast and started to rise from his chair
almost immediately.  No hesitation.  No shocked gaping open mouth he
started to position himself to meet her charge.  He was just a little too
slow.  Suki took three quick gliding steps and planting her left foot
brought her right swinging round in a beautiful high arc until her foot
slipped just under his chin and stove in his windpipe.  The Yakusa dropped
grasping his throat making no sound.  His smashed larynx and ruptured
trachea stopped air from entering or leaving his body.  He lay twitching
unable to breath, unable to scream.

   The power of her assault had thrown Suki off balance and as she rose she
realised with a sick feeling that Yamichi was just as quick and deadly as
his partner and had reacted just as fast.  He'd risen and reached into his
coat.  The gun was already nearly clear enough to allow him to bring it to
bear on her.  The black hole of the automatic swung round and she stared
down the barrel.  A noise caught the gangsters attention as a second dark
figure rose at his side.  Frantically he started to swing the gun round to
meet the closer danger but before he could bring it to bare Gaiko threw
himself forward.  The uncoordinated gangly youth wasn't trained, knew no
martial art's couldn't kill a man or disable him.  All he could do was try
to distract him and allow Suki that extra second to recover.  The Yakusa's
arm swung fast and the gun thundered as he fired.  The bullet zipped past
Gaiko's cheek missing him by less than an inch and his momentum carried him
forward.  He flailed at the gangsters gun arm managing somehow to knock the
pistol loose sending it clattering away into the darkness.  A massive hand
swung up and smacked into the back of his head adding to his momentum
sending him crashing into the side of the stage.

   Quick as a flash the Yakusa turned to meet Suki's onslaught.  She seemed
to be intending to use the same move on him as his partner as she glided
forward planted her left and swung her right again.  He raised his hands to
protect his head and throat from her swinging foot but at the last second
realised his mistake as it came in low not high and smashed into the side
of his knee.  The joint jerked sideways dislocating with a snap of
overstretched tendons and he fell screaming clutching his leg.

   Suki regained her balance in a second and drew back both her hands
clasping them behind her shoulder.  She looked down at the bowed head of
this predator, this parasite and with every hate filled scintilla of power
she could muster brought them down smashing into his skull just behind the
ear.  The double snap echoed though the empty club and the Yakusa slumped,
his head at entirely the wrong angle.

   Suki grimaced.  In her blind fury she'd ignored one of the first rules
of unarmed combat.  At training school they always said never strike at an
opponents head with bare fists.  The first loud snap had been the gangsters
neck breaking.  The blow knocked him unconscious but it was the snapping of
his vertebrae and the severing of the spinal cord which stopped his heart
as the brains instructions to continue beating were interrupted,
terminally. The skull is a hard case of bone and bone against bone is just
as likely to hurt you as much as your opponent.  The second snapping sound
had been Suki's little fingers that had taken the full force of the blow
when she'd smashed her interlocked fists into the Yakusa's head.  She knelt
her hands held out both little fingers bent at a very odd angle.

   Movement registered in the corner of her eye.  The attack had been so
sudden that the purple clad girls were only just reacting.  All three of
them leapt up and raced towards the front of the club to escape.  Suki
watched them with dull eyes.

   Gaiko shook his head to clear it and slowly got to his feet.  He saw
Suki was OK and turned toward Jenny.  She lay on her side on the floor
curled up in the foetal position moaning quietly.  Gaiko knelt beside her
and reached out touching her arm.  She flinched and shrank back her eyes
wide with fear her whole body trembling.  'Motto.  Motto' she whimpered.

   'Jenny-san' he said softly.  'It's me Gaiko.  You're safe now.  Suki's
here.  You're safe'.  She gave a great sob and shrank back down flinching
once more as Gaiko gathered her in his arms.  She sobbed quietly into the
crook of his neck and shoulder her tears wetting his shirt.  His hand felt
strange on her back and he gasped as he lifted it to see three thin
parallel lines of blood across his fingers.  'Oh Jenny-san' he said quietly
gently rocking the sobbing girl.

   Suddenly she began to tremble alarmingly almost as if succumbing to an
epileptic fit.  'Suki!' shouted Gaiko 'Help me.  Something's wrong'.  Suki
looked up.  Quick.  Go and find some clothes, anything to keep her warm. 
The trembling is shock.  Find dresses, coats anything.  He leapt onto the
stage and ran through the backstage curtain while Suki fetched a glass of
Saki ignoring the pain in her fingers in her haste.

   Cradling Jenny's head she coaxed her to sip the Saki.  As Jenny drank
she looked at her back.  She blanched white as a sheet then came to her
senses and screamed.  'Gaiko.  Hurry up'.

   Gaiko found the dressing room and looked round frantically.  The rack
was no good.  Suki would probably break his neck as well if he returned
with a skimpy latex nurse costume.  He looked round more and spotted some
towelling robes the girls wore between sets hanging on the back of the door
so he grabbed them and ran back as fast as he could.

   'Bring them here then get a taxi.  Go on fast as you can now' said Suki.
The lad handed over the robes and raced off glad to have something to take
the scene from his mind.  Anger was building in him but now there was no
one left to kill.  He just needed something to keep him busy.  Anything to
stop him bursting into tears himself.

   They got Jenny back to her parents apartment as fast as they could. 
Luckily they'd brought a supply of Professor Q's numbing, healing cream
which was now a normal part of an agents travelling kit.  With her broken
fingers it fell to Gaiko to treat Jenny.  After cleaning her back with warm
water he applied the healing balm.  At first she struggled as he massaged
the cream in as gently as he could.  As the numbing took effect it became
easier and Jenny just lay there on her front, unmoving, eyes staring.  He
performed the task mechanically no thought of anything erotic crossed his
mind at her nakedness



   Chapter Eight.

   In the following days Jenny said hardly a word.  She lay in bed in the
apartment staring at the ceiling with sightless eyes.  They couldn't take
her to Hospital.  Suki had killed two men and they hadn't actually done
much that was illegal.  Actual bodily harm maybe but not enough to condone
their deaths so they treated Jenny themselves.  Suki had immediately sent a
message to London requesting more healing cream and it arrived the next day
in the Embassies diplomatic bag so Jenny wouldn't feel anymore pain.  Not
the physical kind anyway.

   The same couldn't be said for Suki herself.  Her fingers had been
bandaged but she wanted to feel the pain.  She felt she deserved the pain.
Jenny's injuries were her fault.  She'd set up the juvenile plot and
although she couldn't have imagined the way it would turn out she could
only blame herself.  Tears welled up filling her eyes as she thought of the
trick they'd played on her friend.  She wished to every Japanese God she
could think of for the Yakusa and the Fatman to be still alive so she could
kill them again and again.  Jenny had been mumbling 'Motto' over and over.
She had been told it meant 'Stop'.  Suki clenched her fists until the pain
washing through her caused her to cry out.  In Japanese 'Motto' didn't mean
'Stop'.  It meant 'More'.

   On the first night Suki had risen twice to quiet her friend when the
nightmares came until she remained with her and cradled her shaking body
until exhaustion claimed her once again.

   She was becoming more worried.  Jenny was healing well but the
psychological damage was immense.  This young girl had been brutalised
while the men had looked on revelling in the sight as she pleaded with
them, begged for mercy.  It wasn't until they were about to leave the club
that Suki had felt the prickling sensation between her shoulder blades as
if someone was watching her.  Turning slowly she saw that the Fatman was
still sitting in his chair silently regarding them with staring eyes. 
Warily she approached him noting his flushed face and sweat stained shirt.
Maybe the racing heart had finally given out on him as he watched the
leather belt slashing down time and again.  Then she spotted the tiny hole
in his left temple and thin drip of now dried blood that had trickled down
the side of his face.  The bullet fired at Gaiko by Yamichi's gun had found
a mark.  Just not the one it had been intended for.  The slender soft
tipped shell had penetrated the bone and spreading continued on at 400 feet
per second ripping, tearing, shredding the marshmallow brain within until
it smashed against the inside of the skull on the other side exiting in a
welter of blood and gore creating a four inch wide hole.



   Epilogue.

   Nearly two weeks later the two MI6 agents were seated in the airliner
taking then back home.  Jenny was mostly recovered from her ordeal.  The
bruises had turned a light yellow now and wouldn't last more than a few
days and the scabs and livid red stripes on her back had faded after a
course of Professor Q's healing cream.

   Jenny sat quietly musing over the eventful trip while Suki kept up a
gentle monotone of conversation.  Eventually she got around to Gaiko. 
'They're still worried about him you know.  I think father will have to
have a man to man talk with him very soon.  At least I hope it's man to
man'.

   Jenny's thoughts immediately turned back to her last night in the
apartment.  She had been lying awake trying to think of some way to thank
Suki's family for all their kindness.  Suki's mother had clucked over her
like a mother hen and cared for her while she spent two days in bed unable
or unwilling to get up to face the world again.  Gaiko had also sat with
her talking gently to her about his life, about school, about nothing at
all, sometimes in Japanese, sometimes in halting English, holding her hand,
trying to raise her spirits as she stared into space.  When she finally
emerged from the long dark tunnel she'd agreed to help him with his English
homework and they'd spent a few hours each day until he'd greatly improved
his language and writing skills.  Suki seemed to think he might now pass
his all important exams which was something else that had been worrying the
family.

   'A small gift?' she'd thought but how could that convey her
appreciation. Suddenly an inkling of a thought entered her head.  There was
something she could do.  It would certainly help Suki's parents and
probably help Gaiko and it might even help her as well.

   Silently she slid out of bed trying not to wake Suki and donning her
robe padded along the landing to stand outside Gaiko's room.  She quietly
eased back the door and slipped inside.  Standing above him she gazed at
his young innocent face as he slept peacefully.  Lowering herself to sit on
the side of his bed she quickly put a finger to his lips as he stirred. 
His eyes flew open but alarm quickly turned to recognition and then to
curiosity as he realised it was Jenny sitting beside him.

   Eventually when she had recovered sufficiently and returned from the
dark place in her mind Suki had told her what had happened in the club. 
How she'd killed the Yakusa and how Gaiko had risked his life to save his
sister and her English friend.  What sort of a gift could say 'Thanks for
saving my life'.  He'd changed her life now she hoped to change his.

   Her finger remained on his lips until she was sure he would stay silent
and not blurt out a question.  Slowly she opened her robe and lowered it
from her shoulders revealing her nakedness.  The white's of Gaiko eyes
showed up even in the dim light as he stared wondrously at her alabaster
flesh.  A tingle began to build in Jenny's stomach as she felt his gaze on
her.  She reached for the young boys hand and raised it to her lips kissing
each of his finger tips then lowered it to rest on the slope of her breast.
Gaiko's hand trembled as he felt the soft warm curve resting under his
palm. He looked up at Jenny's face and she smiled at him encouragingly then
drew in her breath as he stroked his thumb across her nipple.

   Gaiko stared at her as she reacted to his touch on her body.  He
realised the pleasure he could give this vision of loveliness who had
appeared by his side just like she had in his dreams and teased her
prominent peak even more until she moaned involuntarily.

   Jenny stood.  The robe dropped to pool around her ankles then lifting
the bed clothes she climbed in beside him.  Over the next hour she showed
him where to touch her, all the secret places, how to be gentle and
sometimes not so gentle.  She took him on a tour around her body teaching
him where to use his finger tips and where to use his tongue.  He stroked
her behind the ear and caressed the nape of her neck and back of her knees.
Sucked her fingers and toes as well as the more obvious peaks and troughs.

   She taught him how to kiss.  Softly at first then with building passion
until first her tongue invaded his mouth and then his probed gently into
hers.  The first time he moved above her he lasted less than thirty
seconds. The second time no more than two minutes and she had to cover his
mouth to stop the whole apartment hearing his exaltation but with the
stamina of youth the third time it was he who had to hold his hand over her
mouth as she rose up in orgasmic bliss as they climaxed as one.  In one
night the effete boy passed into masculine manhood.

   Gaiko slept, his head resting on her breast giving him the softest
pillow in the world while Jenny stared into the darkness with sightless
eyes.  She was sure he would remember her just like all men remembered
their first time.  No doubt she'd given him the greatest pleasure but he'd
also renewed in her the need for another's body close to hers.  She'd been
afraid her experience would have dimmed her desires but the gentleness then
urgency of the young lad had filled her with renewed hope.  She had taken a
confused boy and directed him down the path to masculinity while he had
restored her faith and confidence.  A fair trade.

   She slept for a few hours then in the dawning light gently eased Gaiko's
hand from her breast and slipped back to her own room.

   Coming out of her reverie Jenny turned to Suki and over the noise of the
jet's engines told her 'You can tell your Father not to worry.  I have a
feeling Gaiko will be everything he hoped for from now on'.

   A smile lit up her face then she closed her eyes to sleep the sleep of
the righteous.  The sleep of the good.  But most of all the sleep of the
very well shagged.

   Suki looked back at her friend.  She was pleased to see the radiant
smile again.  The first since the incident.  She'd noticed a change in her
friend that morning.  Even though Jenny's injuries had mostly healed the
haunted look could still be seen in her eyes.  That was until today.  Now
she looked more at peace with the world.  She couldn't think what had
changed.  Maybe it was going back home and away from Japan and the
associations it held.  Whatever it was something had happened overnight to
restore her friend.  The serenity had returned to her and Suki thought it
would all be all right again.  Oddly, she'd also noted a change in Gaiko.
He seemed taller somehow, less nervous and gawky.  She'd been talking to
him in the departure lounge when his eyes had wandered to intently study
the swaying figure of a pretty young stewardess who had walked past. 
'Could there be a connection' she thought then chided herself for being so
stupid.  'How could there be'.

   The family had done everything they could to help the blonde English
woman.  Suki particularly made sure that she'd seen a small news report on
the TV one evening.  It showed a woman being wheeled from a building in
downtown Tokyo and into the back of an ambulance.  Apparently one of her
customers, a slim Japanese woman, had gone mad and turned the tables on her
giving her a taste of the services she provided for fetish minded men and
women.  Jenny had watched but only a slight narrowing of the eyes betrayed
any interest she felt.  The Police treated it as a minor incident.  They
had more important things to deal with not least of which was the sudden
outbreak of inter clan reprisals between the Yakusa families precipitated
by the execution of two of their number in mysterious circumstances.  If
they couldn't put a stop to it soon there was a chance they'd run out of
the detested criminals.

   The young Doctor on A&E duty that night had grimaced and tutted in
dismay when the Japanese woman had been brought in.  Her back was severely
lacerated possibly by a cane or whip.  He was glad she was sedated as he
cleaned the seeping blood away.  He looked at her back puzzled.  'No' he
thought 'That's too ridiculous' and applied a dressing.  Although if you
looked at just the right angle he would have sworn you could just make out
a word hidden amongst the marks.  He dismissed it.  'Didn't make any sense
anyway.  What sort of a word was OLLOW'.
   The End