The Fallen Angel

'THE FALLEN ANGEL' part one

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Sammi's dark hair was gently blown by the cool ocean breeze, her short summer dress floating up suggestively, showing off her long tanned leg's as the local surfer boy's looked on, silently praying the breeze would blow it up just a little more. Sammi was on her daily walk along Laguna beach with max her loyal cross breed terrier, whom she had rescued from the pound four years previous. This was the first walk Sammi and Max had been on for two week's, due to her work commitments and she intended to spoil him rotten. She watched on, as he played in the surf, his shaggy hair, matted from the water and sand, oblivious to the admiring glances she was receiving, and the voice from behind startled her.

"Megan! when are you going to let me take you out, on a date?" shout's one of the surfer's.

"Sorry guy's, but this is the only man i want in my life right now!" she smiles, while hugging max.

The surfer's had christened Sammi, Megan because of her uncanny resemblance to the actress 'Megan Fox' and every day they would ask the same question, and crack the same jokes to her. She liked the attention from the boys, and they seemed friendly enough, but they were not her type. She preferred the strong silent type, but they were hard to come by, in Sammi's line of work.

The girl's had been given some much needed rest and relaxation after there exploits, and Kimberley and Cassy had chosen to go cliff climbing for the day, leaving Sammi behind to spoil max. They had begged her to go , but after Pakistan she just could not face looking at another mountain, let alone climbing up one. The mission had been a complete success, all target's had been eliminated and all objectives had been achieved. Pakistan had been one of there toughest jobs to date, two weeks sleeping ruff in caves in the sweltering heat had taken there toll, and she was glad to be back home with Max.

She often thought about her missions on her long stroll's along Laguna beach, asking herself could she had done things different. Sammi was not like most 24 year old girls. To the outside world,the likes of the surfers and elderly neighbours she was just a friendly student. Sure she had a nice car, and a nice apartment in an expensive part of town, but she told any one who asked that her parents had bought them so she could study at Cali tech. But Sammi was no student, she was a wolf in sheep's clothing, a trained killer, an assassin skilled in the dark arts of espionage and stealth.

Originally a native of Tennessee, at the age of twelve she became an orphan when her parents were killed in a tragic road accident with no one to look after her she was taken in by the angels, and taken to california were the Angels nest was located deep in the Palomar mountain range. During the day she was just like any normal teenager attending the local school excelling at every thing she did. But after school she would attend the Angels academy learning different languages hand to hand combat and fire arms training it was here she met her best friend, Kimberley jones the two of them took the academy by storm, top of the class in all subjects and soon got the attention of colonel Alison Dearing the then leader of the Angel team who took the girls under her wing. Eventually the two girls graduated and under the watchful eye of Dearing rose rapidly through the rank's till sadly Dearing was betrayed and killed in action by the fallen Angel 'vixen'. Sammi and Kimberley were devastated, Dearing had been both like a sister and mother to the girls. They vowed revenge and eventually they managed to catch and kill 'the vixen'. This was the making of the two girls, kimberley became the youngest ever leader of the elite Angel team with Sammi her number two.

The Angel agency was created in 1954 by president Eisenhower who at the start of the cold war thought the C.I.A would benefit from extra help to combat the growing threat from communism. He wanted to create a highly trained team of female spies that could infiltrate deep behind the iron curtain. They were trained to be master's of manipulation and would target high ranking soviet offices using there seductive skill's to gain important intelligence. While the C.I.A became the public face of america's security, the angels became there most valuable asset. When the cold war finished the angels became more and more involved in actual conflicts serving in both iraq and Afghanistan. whenever there was a dirty job to do the Angels were called.

Sammi and max got back home about mid-day just as the summer sun was starting to bake the beach. Little max hated the sun and would pant like crazy trying to keep cool, so she poured her special little guy a nice cold bowl of water then kicked off her sandals and jumped in the shower. The soothing cold water felt fantastic on her bare skin, showers were a luxury they didn't have in Pakistan. She had only been in for about ten minutes when the phone rang.

"Hello"

"Samantha it's Alexa! i need you to come to the nest immediately."

"Whats the problem Alexa? its my day off! you know that."

"I'll explain when you get here, bring an over night bag and your passport!"

"Fuck!"

'Alexa Young' even the name brought a look of distain from Sammi. Alexa had started in the academy at the same time as her and they were once friends, but she soon grew tired of her manipulative, and sly nature. While Sammi disliked Alexa, Kimberley hated her with a passion, and was not shy in telling her. They had once been on a mission together and Alexa fucked up causing Kimberley to be captured. She spent six months in a chinese jail cell because of Alexa's incompetence and it needled her that this woman was now in charge of the Angels intelligence.

Sammi sit's at the end of her bed in just her towel fuming about the phone call she had just received, she had only been home a day and now they wanted her to fly out again. Little Max is now looking at her with his head tilted to the side, as if he knows something is wrong.

"Sorry buddy, mummies got to go away again!" She says playfully stroking her loyal four legged friend. "Time to get changed then" she sigh's.

Sammi pulls on a nice and tight, pair of black cotton panties and grabs a black lacy bra. Its her favourite, its makes her chest look about two sizes bigger than it actually is. Sammi like most angel agents has an athletic body built for speed. Tanned and smooth the young spy looks magnificent in her under-wear, she looks even better out of it. She then pulls on a tight dark blue pair of jeans and puts on a white tunic style blouse which buttons at the top. She then leans over to a drawer on her dresser, and pulls a pair of long grey socks out. There her 'lucky' socks from high school, and slowly pulls them on over her jeans finishing below her knee's. She has decided to wear comfortable boots for her trip and always wears long socks to stop any chaffing. She then slowly slips her feet into her boots, they are tight going on but once on, the soft leather makes them super comfy, there here favourite's. They look like riding boots but are a slightly looser fit and teamed with the skinny jeans and white blouse she looks like she is about to attend an equestrian event rather than a plane journey. She pulls her hair into a tight pony tail , applies a touch of make-up, and leaves for Paloma mountain. Although the journey to the nest is long, the roads leading to the mountain are beautiful and help to calm Sammi down before her meeting with Alexa.

She arrives at the nest at 2pm and heads straight to Alexa's office.

"Am here, now whats this about?"

"Take a seat Samantha we have much to discuss!"

"Very well..now what's this about?"

"This morning i had a two hour telephone conference with the German chancellor and the vice president about NATO's needs. The Chancellor has agreed to let us built an angels nest in germany. This state of the art facility will provide us with a European base of operations, allowing us to rapidly react to any problem, anywhere in the world. The Chancellor has asked for me to send my top agent over to help them get started, i have picked you!"

Sammi listens intently as Alexa goes through the finer details of what is expected of her in Germany. She feels proud that she had been selected for such an important assignment by her government. At the age of just 24 she was now going to be working with european leader's, instructing them on there security. Sammi leaves for the airport confused, Alexa had just picked her for one of the angels most important assignments ever. Maybe she wasn't that bad after all.

Sammi arrived at L.A.X international airport at 5pm to find her flight had been delayed. Bored, she tried to phone the girls to tell them were she was going, but it was no use they were probably hanging off some 1000ft cliff by now dressed in some ridiculous lycra number. The airport was heaving, a mass of sweaty bodies, dozens of flights had been disrupted and it was eventually 4am before Sammi took her business class seat and fell fast asleep exhausted.

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AIRPORT HOLD-UP

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It was 1am local time, before Sammi finally picked up her baggage, her's being the last to arrive. The airport seemed strangely quiet and deserted as she made her way through custom's, thankfully avoiding any unwanted attention from the uniformed men looking the young american up and down. The last thing she wanted was question time with the german authority's, after a 12 hour flight all she wanted to do was get to her hotel, and have a nice soak in a hot bath. She had managed to sleep most of the way, only awakening to have a drink before the plane landed, but she still felt exhausted, her feet felt numb and leg's were heavy. The airport seemed to be a never ending series of corridor's as she struggled to find her way out, the long day had taken it's toll on the young spy. After about 10 minutes of searching, she finally found the way out, and headed down a long corridor marked exit, oblivious to the two stern looking women approaching her.

"Samantha Walsh i presume! follow me."

"Who are you guy's, are you here to take me to my hotel?" inquires Sammi.

The two women look to be in there late fifties, early sixties. Both have short black hair and are dressed pretty much the same, white blouses black ties knee length black skirt and spike heeled boots.

"My name is Zelda Wilderstein i am head of national security and this is my assistant Helga, the Chancellor has requested i interview you before taking you to your hotel, now follow me miss Walsh!"

Sammi follows the two women as they lead her down a set of stairs, her arms now aching from her bag's, her legs feel weary. Alexa hadn't mentioned any interview's, and it annoyed Sammi that she was having to go to a 1am shake down.

"Ah, just in here miss Walsh!" sneers Zelda.

Sammi is escorted into what can only be described as a doctor's surgery. The two women relieve her of her bag's, and she is led past a sinister looking examination table fitted with stirrups. Toward's the back of the room is a man sitting behind a desk, he too is about 60 year's of age, balding head with protruding teeth and ginger beard.

"Come here miss Walsh! take a seat, we have been expecting you! my name is doctor Stein."

Sammi slowly walk's to the awaiting seat and sits down in front of the man, who is dressed in a white over-coat.

"What's this about? i am here at the your Chancellors request! i have had a long flight, my head is pounding and am feeling very tired can't this wait till the morning guy's?"

By now the two women had opened Sammi's bag's and had started to empty the content's on the floor.

While Zelda and Helga search the bag's, the doctor begins to question the young agent, but Sammi's head is now spinning. She finds it hard to concentrate as the doctor continues to fire question after question. Sammi had put her tiredness down to jet lag but she had never had it this bad before, her mouth now felt numb and she had slumped in her chair.

"What seem's to be the matter my dear, are you feeling unwell?" says the doctor as he gets up off his seat and walks towards the dazed agent.

"I i i don't feel too good! could you get me a glass of water please!"

"Mmmmm yesss! that will be the drugs taking effect! Alexa told us you were a bit feisty so we took a few precautions! we had a little something slipped into your drink on the plane! and now my pretty you belong to us! ladies help miss Walsh out of her clothes."

It's at that point Sammi realizes she has been led into a trap and panic's, she run's for the door, but just falls on the floor and begins to crawl on her hands and knees.

"Alexa! you double crossing bitch." she mumbles to herself as she is dragged by her feet away from the door.

She tries to fight back, but she is as weak as a kitten and the two women quickly pin her to the floor.

Sammi lie's there in silence, whatever they had drugged her with had now taken full effect and she was completely helpless as the two women began to strip her. Helga the larger of the women starts at Sammi's feet pulling at her boots till eventually they give a distinctive pop and are slowly slid off, her so called 'lucky sock's' drenched with the aroma of a long day encased in leather are next to be peeled away. For this job Helga uses her teeth, Sammi winces as Helga gently pulls at her damp stockings exposing her extremely sensitive feet. Although paralysed the drug still allows Sammi to feel both pleasure and pain and the two women take full advantage of the prone agent. Zelda starts to cut away her blouse while the doctor looks on, taunting her.

"They tell me your one of Americas top agents miss Walsh! you don't look so tough to me. In fact am amazed how easy it was to snare you. Now don't worry my pretty in about 10 minutes your paralysis will pass! however by that time you will be completely naked and strapped to that table."

Sammi can only watch, as first her jeans then her lacy bra are cut away, exposing her pert 34c breasts.

"Mmmm were going to have some fun with these tonight spy!" says Zelda as she circles the young woman's nipples with the blade. While Helga is now running her tongue over Sammi's toes, gently licking and caressing them, following the contours of her perfectly formed baby soft feet. This drives the agent wild, but still she lies there motionless, unable to move a muscle as they have there wicked way with her. Zelda continues to use the blade to intimidate her young victim running it up and down her toned torso taking great delight as the cold hard blade eventually gets a reaction from the helpless agent.

"Ooooh yar! i see my delicate touch has had an effect my dear! am i making you horny! miss Walsh?"

Zeldas attention to Sammi's nipples with the cold steel had caused them to become erect and this excited the German woman. Were before she had used the blade on Sammi's body, gently running it up and down her torso, now she was using her tongue instead. Her striking blue eyes dart around the room in disgust as the two women old enough to be her grandmother, pull her panties off exposing her magnificent, neatly trimmed pussy for the first time.

"Mmmm, time to get you on the table!" sneer's Zelda. "Helga help me lift her!"

The two women scoop the hapless spy up and start to fasten her to the examination table. By now Sammi had began to regain the use of her fingers and toes but it was to little to late. Her legs are fitted into the stirrups and splayed far apart with extra straps fitted around the ankles, allowing very little movement, but excellent access to her most intimate parts. Her arms and wrist's are then secured using more straps holding the top half of her body, flat on her back in a crucifix position. Just as the final strap is buckled down she starts to regain the use of her limbs and voice again and pulls wildly against her restraint's but its no use, she is fastened tight.

"Wha, what do you sick fuck's want from me?" says Sammi still groggy. "You guys have made a terrible mistake here today mark my words, you freaks!"

"No! my dear it is you, who has made the mistake! Ladies gag her! i have no interest in what she has to say, at least not yet!" says the doctor as he moves menacingly between Sammi's thigh's and empties the content's of his briefcase style bag on the table. Helga then grabs agent Walsh's head pinning it to the table, while Zelda tries to prise open her beautiful mouth but Sammi resist's, and with good reason too. Zelda had produced a large dildo and had attached it to a strap and she planned to ram it down Sammi's throat.

"Mmmm i have been wearing this all day slut, now open up!" sneer's Zelda.

The two women continue to struggle with Sammi's clamped shut mouth, she thrashes about wildly on the table as they try to push the dirty putrid dildo down her throat. She looks on in terror and disgust as they rub it against her mouth, nose and cheeks. The dildo is still coated with Zelda's stale cunt juice's and the thought of it entering her mouth sickens her. This carries on for about 5 min's, before the doctor grows impatient, he knows time is of the essence. Each angel agent is fitted with a micro chip that allows them to be tracked by other agents in case of emergency, before they could take Sammi from the airport it had to be removed. While the two women concentrate trying to separate the young agents lips, the doctor takes an interest in another set of lips. Sammi suddenly gives out a gasp, her eyes bulge wide open and she stops struggling.

"Now my dear, are you going to behave?" asks the doctor.

The American now has a look of desperation on her face as she peers down her sweating, panting body to see the doctors bald head between her thighs.

"Now open your fucking mouth!" he sneers.

Sammis mouth slowly opens and her beautiful blue eyes well up as the two women force the dildo down her throat and secure it with the strap.

"How does it taste, bitch? says Zelda as she starts to roll her tongue around the prone agents nipples. But Sammi is concentrating on what is happening at the doctors end of the table. The deviant doctor had slid a speculum into her tight pussy and spread it out, exposing her clitoris which he had now placed in the jaw's of a pair of needle nosed pliers, and was gently tugging and pulling as if he were the conductor of an evil orchestra. The two women continue using there tongues to explore Sammi's body while she gives out muffled gasps as the doctor begins to search her cavity's for the microchip, never releasing his hold on her delicate bud. Her feet flap around wildly as the doctor digs deeper and deeper searching for his prize till finally.

"Ahhhh there it is my pretty keep very still!"

Sammi gives out one final almighty scream from behind the disgusting gag as the doctor pulls out the chip from her aching pussy. He then drops it on the floor on stamps down hard.

"Now you belong to us, bitch! ladies sedate her and take her to Wolf castle for her interrogation!"

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THE TABLE OF TRUTH

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Sammi awaken's to find herself in what look's like a castle's dungeon, trapped in the most fiendish device you could imagine. She is lying on her stomach, spread across a t-shaped table. Her neck has been placed through a small steel panel at the foot of the table and secured much like 'the stocks' lifting her chin about 6 inche's from the table top. Her wrists have been secured either end of a bar about four foot across, and hoisted high behind her back forcing her neck to sit uncomfortably in the stock and causing agonising pain in her shoulder blades. A thick leather belt has been fastened round the small of her back, securing her mid-rift to the table. She is now wearing a pair of black, sheer seemed stocking's and highly uncomfortable knee high, lace up ballerina bondage boots. Her ankles have been attached to leather cuff's which in turn are attached to pulleys that have pulled her legs into the splits position and as a final humiliating twist they had attached suction cups to her pert breasts. The rubber cup's pulsate furiously, breathing in and out! drawing the young spies milk from her helpless body! much like a milking station at a dairy.

"Mmmm you look fantastic spy i just love what they have done with your breasts" Sammi recognised the voice straight away it was that german bitch from the airport! Zelda! "Now my little pet its time to start your interrogation"

The German had positioned herself at the business end of the table, were the American woman's more delicate part's were situated. Sammi was terrified! she could not see her tormenter due to the position she was being held in, she could only hear the distinctive clip clap of her stiletto's on the wooden floor of the disgusting dirty dungeon. Her mind raced thinking about what the woman had in store for her. The pulley's and cables had stretched her so tight, that the only reason any part of her body touched the table was because of the leather belt around her midriff.

"I like your boots and your stocking's, very sexy indeed!" hisses the German, as she starts to run her finger nail up Sammi's stocking clad leg carefully following the seam at the back. "Mmm are you nervous spy?"

Sammi is terrified but remember's her training and keeps her composure as the Germans 'talon like' finger nail gently starts to circle her puckered little butt hole. Sammi winces as it then slowly start's to make it's way down to her genitalia.

"What do you want from me you freak! who hired you?"

The German ignore's Sammi's desperate attempt's to strike up conversation and continues to tickle and stroke her more sensitive areas using only her nail, being careful not to actually penetrate the American woman's, now parted lip's. Sammi concentrates hard, as her once tightly shut bum hole starts to relax, creating an inviting space for the intrusive manicured finger nail to enter, but it doesn't, it stays outside circling and stroking the soft sensitive skin between the helpless spies legs. Ten minutes pass and the dungeon has fell silent, the only noise coming from the pulley's as Sammi strain's and pull's at her restraints as zelda continues her attack. After about fifteen minutes the silence is broken when the American gives out a faint murmur.

"Oh fuck" she whisper's, barely able to control the volume or tone of her voice.

The pain has disappeared from her shoulder's and leg's and the cups sucking on her breasts, now feel relaxing! Sammi bites her lip trying to hide her emotions from her tormentor but Zelda can read her like a book and stoop's down till her large, hook shaped nose is an inch a way from the young agent's pussy, and start's to gently blow on it. This send's Sammi wild

"Oh fuck" she screams, thrashing wildly.

"Ooh you like it! don't you, spy?"

The German's nose is now so close to Sammi's pussy that she can feel her hot breath on her erect clitoris.

"Mmmm i can smell you!... Your sweet scent is emanating from your lip's, you dirty American slut."

Sammi can't believe it! How could she be so close to making a sticky mess of that German bitches face, it didn't make sense how she could find this any way sexy, yet she was just one little lick away from a shuddering orgasm!

"Shall i finish what i started my pretty?"

Out of all the question's the spy will be asked this was the toughest! she had been single for six month's, and had not had a guy or an orgasm since! does she give into her female urges, or tell the old bitch to 'go fuck herself'.

"Please no" she whimper's.

"As you wish" say's the German, her wrinkled face breaking into a devious smile.

Zelda then makes her way down to the bottom of the table to were Sammi's head is secured, grabbing a chair on the way. She places it in front of the now panting and sweating spy, and carries on walking, taking slow deliberate step's towards a table that is covered with a large sheet. This was the first time Sammi had seen her tormentor since the airport, and Zelda had dressed to impress. She was wearing pvc thigh length boots, and a white rubber catsuit with panel's cut away revealing her sagging breast's and grey pubed groin area. The german pulled away the sheet from the table and then sat in front of the hapless spy, slowly crossing her legs! she sits there silently watching her young victim trying to regain some of her dignity.

"Don't feel so bad agent Walsh! there's not a woman alive who can resist my delicate touch! i have interrogated over a hundred of your friend's and colleagues, and i have made each one cum, and talk."

Slowly Sammi's breathing starts to return to normal and the panting stops.

"You didn't make me cum freak!"

"Yesss but the night is still young, and your pussy still wet!.... Now my dear were going to play a little game,i am going to ask you a series of simple question's, and if you answer them correctly i will make the table more comfortable for you! do you understand?"

By now the effects of Sammi's near orgasm had worn off and the exquisite, acute pain had returned to her body. Its at this point zelda reaches from her seat and pull's at the young girl's pony tail letting her sexy dark lock's fall freely on the side of her face.

"Mmmm, you are beautiful spy! when i was first hired for this job the client sent me a picture of you! after i had finished masturbating over it, i could not believe how much you resembled the actress, Megan fox! It's uncanny, same height, same weight! its you isn't it? it's Megan!" laughed Zelda.

Sammi had heard this a thousand times and was ribbed constantly by the other girl's and it infuriated her!

"Yer it's Megan you dumb ugly hag, now let me off this table before my twin sister Sammi come's and kick's your wrinkly old butt."

The two women stare into each other's eye's Sammi's face contorted with rage and pain!

"I am afraid that is the wrong answer, my dear"

"What? you didn't ask me a question you stupid bitch!"

Zelda get's from her chair and walk's over to the table. Her hand float's above the table briefly, till finally she find's what she is looking for.

"Yes! this will do perfectly." She then turn's and walks back toward's Sammi,

But instead of returning to her chair she walks back to the business end of the table. Sammi's heart start's to race as her tormentor again, goes out of sight.

"Now my dear you are going to find out what happen's when you answer a question incorrectly"

"Wait! wait! you did not ask me a question you sick fuck." Screams the distressed agent,

It's at this point Sammi's day goes from bad to worse! The German kneel's down and forces a speculum into the spies tight little pussy! she cries out as Zelda adjust's it exposing her clitoris.

"Bitch, you fucking old ugly hag! when i get off this table am going to kill you slowly! do you hear me droopy tit's?"

That is when Zelda's attitude changes! until then she had been calmness personified but Sammi's taunt's enrage her and she storm's back to the table were she had found the speculum and grab's what look's like a soldering iron! she then marches over to Sammi kicking the chair across the dungeon floor and viciously grab's the American's hair and yanking it to one side.

"You stupid American slut do you think this is some type of game? did you think i was going to spend all night tickling and licking you into submission? you are a captured enemy agent and i am a trained interrogator you will tell me what i want to know!"

The German then show's Sammi the tool she has just retrieved from the table

"We call this the wand" she sneer's as she throw's Sammi's head back!

Zelda then marches back over to the chair and carries it down to the business end of the table. Sammi panic's and strains against her bond's, as Zelda places the chair directly in front of her spread out pussy and takes a seat. Once again, she can feel Zelda's hot breath on her exposed clitoris. Sammi is terrified and keeps perfectly still, only her eye's move, etched in terror not knowing what was coming next, She had been trained to resist torture but nothing could have prepared her for this. The dungeon had fallen almost silent, again the only noise coming from the pulley's holding her weight. About five minute's pass with Sammi lying there motionless, when as before zelda start's to run her nails along agent Walshes stocking clad thigh's! she let's out a groan as the nails follow the contour's of her long athletic legs and the pulley's squeak as they strain against the ankle strap's.

"Yesss, relax my pretty i am going to give you your chance to cum!"

Sammi can't believe what is happening to her! this morning she was one of the world's top spies,second in command of the fabled Angel team, now she has been reduced to a dungeon play-thing. The German start's to gently run her nails toward's Sammi spread out pussy but this time gently start's to tickle her exposed clit. She spend's the best part of an hour skillfully making the young american squirm and groan, her taut body now covered in sweat! each sensual stroke from zelda's long manicured nail's send's Sammi ever closer to a hot sticky climax. Her eyes flicker wildly, half shut as if she were dreaming! mouth wide open! panting like a dog as her clitoris becomes more and more erect and super sensitive!

"Ooh yar! you like that don't you slut? would you like me to finish you off?"

This time Sammi didn't even have to think about it! that German bitch had kept her simmering for an hour and she needed to cum.

"Yes! yes! fuck yes oh god please do it finish me off" she howl's.

"I have but one question my pet before i let you cum! what is your sixteen digit access code for the Angel's main frame computer?"

"Wha, wha what? i i i cant!" stutter's Sammi taken aback.

"I am afraid once again you have answered one of my questions incorrectly! now i must punish you!" It is then, when the tickling stop's and the pain begin's. Without warning the red hot tip of the soldering iron is placed on the erect clit of the trapped spy.

"Mmm i can smell fish cooking" she sneer's as Sammi's body contorts in pain, her back arches wildly, her eyes bulge in shock as she screams but doesn't make a sound! the soldering iron was only in contact with Sammi for a few seconds but it has left a big impression on the young American agent!

"I will ask you again! try to answer correctly! what is your sixteen digit access code for the Angel's main frame computer?"

"No no please i can't aaaaaarghhhhh pleeeease no"

"I can keep this up all night miss Walsh! can you?

For six long hour's the sadistic German continued to repeat the same question over and over, placing 'the wand' as she called it! on different part's of Sammi's exhausted body, every time she refused to talk! By the time morning came, the American was all but broke! she was a mess, her stocking's were ripped and laddered were the wand had been run up her leg's and the suction cup's had been removed so zelda could abuse her breast's. The only part's of Sammi's body which had not been touched were her boot clad lower leg's and her beautiful tear stained face.

"You have been a worthy opponent lieutenant Sammi Walsh but i know you want to tell me your code so i have invited a guest to our little party" she whisper's into the fallen angel's ear while gently licking it.

She then proceed's to gently stroke Sammi's matted, sweat drenched hair, pushing it carefully away from her face. It's at this point the door to the dungeon creaks open and a third party enter's the room! the door is situated behind Sammi so she can not see who enter's or leaves, but she is too tired, and in to much agony to care! or so she thought!!

"Tell me agent Walsh have you ever heard of female circumcision?"

It was the doctor from the airport! Zelda again gently start's to whisper into Sammi's ear.

" This is the end game my dear your last chance! if you answer my next question incorrectly the doctor is going to first remove your labia then he is slowly going to take your clit, and the last ever sexual pleasure you will ever have known was from me! "Now what is your access code! bitch."

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THE AMERICAN GIMP

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"Zelda I trust you got Walsh to talk?"

"Eventually! her resilience was remarkable, no agent has ever lasted that long on the table of truth! what would you like me to do with her now?"

"She is to be kept alive! i intend to use her as bait for Jones, i am quite sure you could find a few uses for her at wolf-castle in the meantime"

"Mmmm yesss i do have a few thing's planned for her! when will i hear from you again?"

"I will fly in next week, maybe Wednesday! and i want you to design something special for Jones! i want that bitch to suffer."

Sammi awaken's to find herself shackled hand and foot, locked in a prison cell! she was naked apart from a thick leather collar wrapped around her neck, which had a box connected to it. It was a shock collar! Sammi still felt groggy from the sedative they had given her, and her arms were painfully secured behind her back, but at least she was still in one piece. She had been interrogated many times before, but never as cruelly as that! These people were pro's, but who had hired them? They had obviously bought Alexa, and she was head of the angels intelligence! who else had they bought? During the interrogation, she was forced to give up her angel access code. This on it's own was useless, however should they obtain a similar ranked agent's access code, the two could be combined. This would allow them to track down every agent on the planet! Sammi start's to survey her surrounding's, her body is still wracked with pain after her ordeal and she struggles to move round. Her cell is pretty basic with a small bed and toilet It also has a tiny window over looking the black forest. If she was going to get out of this place, it was going to take time! and time was what she didn't have!

"Were is she now?"

"She's in one of the holding cell's upstairs'!"

"Do you really think it is wise to keep her alive? We have got the information we require from her, we should dispose of her."

"The client has requested we keep her alive, doctor! so that is what we will do since she is paying us a lot of money to do as she says!"

"Your playing with fire keeping an Angel agent here Zelda. If she escape's her restraint's she is more than capable of killing every last one of us."

"We'll i'll just have to make sure i keep her on a tight leash then won't i?"

Sammi had been in her cell for about an hour when in the distance she hears the clip clapping of stiletto's approaching, finally stopping outside the cell door. She listened as a multitude of lock's are slid open and the thick steel door swing's open.

"How's my little gimp?" It was Zelda, she was clutching clothing for Sammi to wear and throws them on the bed. "Get changed!"

"Go fuck yourself! i would rather stay naked than wear that."

"Very well, we do this the hard way!"

Zelda then produces a remote control device and point's it at the naked American.

"Aaarrrggghhh!" screams Sammi as the shock collar is activated, she fall's to the floor and the room goes black. She finally comes round to find she is now wearing a pvc catsuit, ballerina boot's and a bondage mask, her hair pulled through at the top into a tight pony tail! The mask was cut around the eyes and mouth to give her a feline appearance, and her arm's had been pulled behind her back, and fitted into a single sleeve glove that pulled her arm's painfully together at the elbow's and secured with a strap that fit's under her exposed breast's at the front. Sammi's leg's are no longer shackled, but with these boot's on, running was out of the question. She had been taken to a large hall and she was in the middle of what looked like a debauched fetish party! scores of masked middle aged men and women either having sex or performing sex act's on one another. Sammi soon becomes the centre of attention as she try's to get to her feet. People stare and laugh at the young agent as she tries to stand but resembles Bambi on ice as she struggles to come to term's with her footwear. Amongst the crowd she spot's Zelda sitting down on a long couch! she too is dressed head to toe in rubber and is sat with five friend's all dressed similar.

"Come here miss Walsh, i want to show you off!" she shout's beckoning the confused agent with the collar's remote control. Reluctantly she hobbles over and stand's in front of Zelda and her friend's

"Whats your name my dear?" ask's a rubber and leather clad man sitting beside Zelda.

"My name is lieutenant Sammi Walsh i am an American intelligence agent who is being illegally detained at this castle."

The couch erupt's with hysterical laughter, unbelievable they think she is role playing.

"Ha ha, well lieutenant Walsh! there is something i would like you to suck" says the man.

Sammi looks at Zelda in horror "Aaarghhh" she screams as she falls to her knee's.

"You heard the man lieutenant Walsh get sucking or you get zapped." says Zelda

By now he had risen from the couch and taken his limp penis from his leather trouser's. The man spoke broken english, and like Zelda was german. He was about sixty years in age severely overweight and had his silver hair swept into a pony tail, and was now standing in front of pvc clad Sammi.

"Well! it ain't going to suck itself, is it?, start sucking slave or feel the pain!" snarls Zelda

The young american has no choice, if she was going to get out of this she had to be conscious. She wasn't going anywhere while out cold, 'gain there trust, and a chance will present itself'' she thinks to herself, it was something always taught to her as a cadet. Sammi lean's forward and start's to slowly lick the tip of the rapidly hardening penis rolling her tongue round it, never taking her sexy blue eyes of his contorted wrinkly face, Zelda and the rest of the couch stare open mouthed as she expertly start's to suck and continues to tickle his shaft with her tongue. He only last a couple of seconds before Sammi makes him crumble. His leg's buckle and he screams as he falls back on to the couch, leaving a salty deposit in her mouth. He had lasted for all of forty second's.

"Now swallow it!" demand's Zelda. Although this disgusted her, she does as zelda say's. This was what she was trained to do, men were her specialty. Angel agent's were taught how to manipulate and twist men round there little finger's, and sex was a weapon they used.

"Come, lie across us lieutenant Walsh!" one of them drools. It's then when a plan spring's into the American's head!

"Yes mistress"

"Ooooh very obedient! you have trained her well Zelda"

The German then flashes Sammi an icy stare and start's to slowly stroke the remote control letting her know she is watching her!

"Well, who want's to play with my feet? and who want's to play with my tit's?"

It's at that point Zelda pulls the american down on to the couch "I'll take this end" says Zelda.

Sammi is stretched the full length of the couch her head resting on Zeldas lap! her feet and leg's rest on a french couple's lap and she starts moaning and groaning as they take advantage of her pvc clad body.

"I don't know what you are up to slut, but if you embarrass me in my own home in front of my friend's i promise you! i will strap you back on to that table, and let the doctor loose on you."

Sammi's plan lay in the hand's of a seventy year old rubber clad french woman! while the other people sat on the couch were using there hand's to stroke the young american's thigh's and groin area! the woman was slowly pulling and tugging at the laces of her boot's, if she could just get them off she could make a run for it! The hall was full of sixty and seventy year old's if she got her feet free there was no way she would be caught! Sammi continues to squirm and moan as her boots become more and more loose! it's at that time Zelda becomes distracted with a fellow guest! This is Sammi's only chance! she wriggles her feet wildly! getting the attention of the french woman, who lean's forward to see what the American want's.

"Take them off!" she mouths. Just a few more tug's and they would be free! she wriggles her feet again trying to hurry her up.

"What are you up to Walsh? why are you so quiet?" Zelda inquires.

She had finished talking, and now Sammi was the centre of her attention once again. As she start's stroking her face, Sammi gives out a gasp! then another! as her boot's are finally pulled off her feet. Then quick as a flash Sammi spring's up! Zelda is startled, an quickly reaches for the remote but all she get's is a face full of Sammi's size six. The blow shatter's the German's nose and her head recoils back as the controller for the collar fly's out of her hand and land's in front of Sammi who quickly stamps on it, smashing it to pieces, then plant's another roundhouse on Zelda's jaw knocking her out!

"Not so tuff now are you bitch?"

The guest's look on in horror and move toward's Sammi. Her arm's were still in the bondage glove rendering them useless, she would have to kick her way out of the hall. The music had stopped and she was now surrounded by about sixty of Zelda's friend's all of them wanted her head on a stick. A large man then charges at her but she manages to evade his clumsy lunge and kick's him in the groin! another attacks from the side but he is no match for Sammi's lightening reflexes and he receives a roundhouse to the face. Sammi backs up from the baying mob, but is grabbed from behind by the french woman, who had been stupid enough to remove her boots. She grabs Sammi painfully by her breast's and hold's tight.

"Aaaarrrgghhh" screams the American, while throwing her head back into the woman's face. Sammi wriggles free, and jump's over the couch were she had been laying, but the man she had pleasured so expertly before, reaches out and grab's at her foot causing her to trip and fall, she tries to get to her feet quickly, but is set upon by four of the male guest's, without the use of her hands she is quickly over-powered and is pinned to the floor. She kick's out wildly but they catch her leg's and hold them while one of the women place's a spare set of cuff's on her ankles and then tie's her knee's. Once again, she is helpless, and is dragged from the party by her hair. Eventually, Zelda comes round from the beating and demand's to see Walsh.

"Oh your going to pay for that my dear! mark my word's! Sedate this bitch, and put her back on the table of truth."

Sammi awaken's again with her limb's in agony, she is back on the dreaded table. And as before, she is held fast by the pulley's, barely able to twitch a muscle in defence. Her mouth has been crammed with a giant red ball gag, and fastened tightly around her head, causing her jaw to ache. She is still wearing the catsuit and rubber mask from the party but her feet are now bare. Half an hour had passed when the door to the dungeon slowly creaks open. Sammi listen's intently as someone enter's and walk's slowly behind her. She winces as a blade starts to cut into her latex suit exposing her genitalia and she starts to gives out a muffled cry for help. But this time her mouth, will not be able to save her from her tormentor.

"Now! miss walsh were was i? oh yes female circumcision!"

The doctor had arrived...