The Fallen Angel

         THE FALLEN ANGEL PART 2

    WHERE'S SAMMI

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The girls eventually reach the summit at 4pm, the climb had been tough yet enjoyable. They sit there in silence taking in the beauty of their surroundings, the view was simply breath taking, you could see for miles in all directions. Cliff climbing was Kimberley's passion, she loved the danger of it. Hanging from a cliff by your finger nails seemed to excite the young spy. She had actually enjoyed Pakistan for this very reason, where Sammi preferred the more technical missions that required stealth and cunning, Kimberley preferred the all action type, as far as she was concerned Pakistan had been like an adventure holiday, guns cliffs and bad guys what wasn't there to like? And she had found a kindred spirit in Cassy.

    Young Cassy Clark was fresh out of the Academy just 19 years old, she had graduated with honours. Kimberley had watched her progress much the same way Colonel Dearing had taken an interest in her and Sammi when they were Cadets. Devastatingly Beautiful even by the Angels standards, with her long dark hair and perfectly formed features, she could pass for being of oriental descent, were it not for her full pouting lips and striking blue eyes barely visible beneath her full fringe. Although she didn't share Kimberleys passion for climbing, she had agreed to go along, mainly to top up her tan, opting to wear a miniscule pair of denim shorts, and a barely there bikini top, much to the annoyance of Kimberley who accused her of not taking things seriously. A charge you would find hard to defend, as she sat there chewing gum and applying sun tan lotion with a bored expression on her face.

    Sammi's and Cassy's beauty was only surpassed by the Colonel herself, like Sammi she was 24 years of age but had racked up an impressive one hundred missions to date. They say appearances can be deceptive and in Colonel Kimberley Jones's case, there had never been a more true word said. Standing 5ft 9 inches tall, with long, flowing blond hair finishing half way down her back, full pouting lips and smoky blue eyes, that were capped off by thick dark eye brows, she looked of scandinavian descent, however this could not be further from the truth. Her mother was a Russian spy who defected to the west in the early eighties, her father a Brazilian National who had moved to America to escape poverty in Rio de janeiro. Like Sammi's parents, they too were killed in a tragic accident. In fact all of the Angels in the Nest were orphan's with hard luck stories, it seemed to bond them together. Unlike Sammi who hailed from Tennessee and Cassy from Texas, kimberley was a Californian girl through and through.

    After about 10 minutes of sitting there in silence kimberley rose to her feet and began to stretch her limbs for the descent. Kimberley, ever the professional, was dressed in a black, one piece lycra body suit that finished just below her knees. Unlike Cassy, she had decided to tie her hair up for the climb and her blond pony tail had darkened where it had come into contact with her sweat soaked body suit, as the Californian sun beat down on the two girls. Cassy avoided this problem by hardly wearing any clothes, hoping that they might bump into some hot guys along the way that she could impress. However Cassy's lack of clothes was starting to create its own problems, being that the insect population seemed to have a taste for her.

    "Oooww.. Oh fuck, you little bastards!" She screams, jumping up suddenly. "The little fuckers are trying to eat me alive!"

    "Cassy your an idiot, i told you to dress properly! We're on a 6 hour climb in the mid-day sun and you decide to wear as little as possible, on the off chance we might bump into some guys you can impress! We're up a fucking mountain for christ's sake! Who did you think you were going to see? Tom Cruise, shooting mission impossible 4! Or maybe Brad Pitt taking a leisurely stroll with the kids! Those shorts are ridiculous! Mark my words your going to be sorry you wore them on the way down, now get your shit together for the descent, remember we're meeting Sammi at 7 for a drink!"

    "Fuck..Am already sorry i wore them!" Replies Cassy in her Texan drawl, slightly miffed at how she had just been berated at by Kimberley.

    The two girls began their descent , although they could abseil most of the way they would have to climb down the final two hundred feet due to their ropes not being the required length. This was nothing for an experienced climber like Kimberley, but Cassy struggled, and Kimberley's prediction about the shorts came true. The two girls are about 100ft from the bottom, perched on a precarious cliff ledge When Cassy starts fidgeting about shaking her leg, looking down anxiously towards her feet.

    "Oh fuck!" She mutters, clearly distressed.

    "Whats the matter now Cassy? Ants in your pants maybe?" Inquires Kimberley barely able to contain her laughter. She is below and can see exactly what has happened. Cassys out-stretched right foot had disturbed an Ants nest, but not just any Ants, they were Fire Ants! And they had started to snake their way up Cassys long sculptured leg and into her extremely short, shorts. She bites her lip, helpless as they began to look for any orifices they might enter. Unable to brush them away for fear of losing her grip on the tiny ledge she was trapped on, clinging to the rock face like a star fish clings to a coral reef.

    "What do i do? Quick, help me, they're everywhere!" What do i do?" Screams Cassy, starting to panic.

    "Look, hold on! I will climb up and help you." Sniggers Kimberley. "Whatever you do, don't agitate them! Or they will start biting!"

    By now Kimberley was in hysterics. She is just about holding onto the cliff face herself, she is laughing so hard, as she watches her friend wriggling about helpless as the Ants march on.

    Kimberley climbs up till she is level with her distressed friend, then slowly and carefully climbs across and over, till she is directly behind. After a brief pause kimberley locks her arms around Cassys toned torso and leans back letting Cassy take her weight.

    "Wha... What are you doing? Quit fucking about, we're going to fall! Get these things off me!" Screams Cassy, as she strains at having to hold Kimberley's weight.

    "Trust me i'll have those Ants of you in about 10 seconds!" With that Kimberley kicks off the cliff face, pulling Cassy with her. Cassy screams as she heads for what seems like certain death. The two girls fall through bushes and branches that were protruding from the cliff face and its only when they are clear of these does Cassy realize what Kimberley's plan was. The two girls are heading head first into a large lake that was previously hidden from Cassy's view. With only seconds to spare the two girls straighten their bodies and splash down into the cool water, and when Cassy surfaces she is not to pleased!

    "You fucking crazy bitch! You nearly got me killed!" She screams.

    "No, you nearly got yourself killed by dressing improperly. I have told you a thousand times the right kit, for the right job!...Now get your ass out of the water and lose the attitude, Private! We've got a long walk ahead of us!"

    The two girls start trudging off towards where their car was parked. The atmosphere was frosty at first, but after a couple of miles, the girls are chatting as if nothing had happened. They eventually arrive back at the car just after 6pm to find it had been broken into. Their phones, ipods and money had all gone, but most annoyingly of all, the car was unable to drive due to the tyres being slashed. Their long walk had now turned into a massive hike, without a phone to call for help they would have to walk back to civilisation and that was 30 miles away.

    It's 1am before they get home exhausted, the 3 girls all live in the same apartment complex and they knock on Sammi's door out of courtesy, to explain why they had not turned up for their drink. But the only response they got was from max's barking. The lights were off and the door locked, Sammi must be asleep or still out, or a least that's what they thought.

    " Come on we'll call round tomorrow to explain what happened, i need my bed!" Sighs Kimberley.

    Next morning the girls again try knocking on Sammi's door but again they get no reply. They try phoning her cell phone but its turned off, where the hell was she? It was unlike her to ever turn her phone off, and it was very unusual for her to spend the night out without telling anyone where she was staying. But the two girls conclude Sammi must have left messages on their stolen phones, and go about their day as normal. First grabbing some breakfast, then doing a bit of shopping. Its tea-time before they get back, and again knock on her door and try her cell phone.

    "Sammi! Sammi!... Are you there? It's Kimberley open the door!" She shouts through the slightly open window. But the only sound she can hear is Max, barking and scratching. Its at this point the girls decide to let themselves in. They all had spare key's to one another's apartments and although this was not common practise, Kimberley was now getting worried about her friend. The door creaks open and Max comes running over to them while they start searching for clues to where Sammi had gone. The apartment is empty and they notice her passports and luggage are missing, the girls are then startled from a voice behind.

    "If your looking for Sammi, she said she will be back in a week! She has gone to Europe with the university to study. Am taking care of little Max for her till she get's back!" It was Miss Lewis, Sammi's elderly neighbour and this could mean only one thing! Sammi was on a mission!

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THE STINGER

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Sammi lay there helpless as the deviant Doctor began to circle her. Her legs stretched to breaking point, her shoulders close to being dislocated. The only thing that had saved her from the Doctor last time was now crammed with a gigantic ball gag, she would not be able to talk her way out of this one. The pulleys and cables holding her, squeak and strain as she pull's wildly at them, but it's no use, the table once again has her in it's cruel grasp.

    The Doctor shuffles round to Sammi's head and begins to torment his young victim, running the blunt side of his blade down her latex clad face. Sammi is terrified, she has been in a few tricky situations before, but never as bad as this. During her first stint on the table she always had the bargaining chip of her access code, but now she was completely at the mercy of this mad man. His face is twisted with an evil grin as her eyes follow the blade, till he and the blade once again go out of sight to the business end of the table. The Doctor then began to poke and probe at her exposed vulva with his instruments. Her toes curl as she lay there sobbing , while the Doctor explains the finer details of female circumcision, and how it was considered an honour in African villages for young females to receive it. She tries to plead with him, but it's no use! The only sound that escapes the gag is her muffled cries, as the doctor pins her aching pussy open ready for the procedure.

    "Brace yourself slut this may sting slightly!".....Sneers the Doctor as he once again places her clitoris between the jaws of his needle nosed pliers, gently stretching it out, ready for removal.

    Sammi gives out an almighty scream from behind her gag as she feels a pain like never before. She shakes violently, unable to break herself free from her infernal restraints, as the searing pain shoots up her body from her pussy.

    "Ha, ha, you didn't really think i was going to remove the most sensitive part of your body did you Agent Walsh?....Why would i cut parts off when i can have far more fun abusing them!.....Don't worry my child, you shall keep your clitoris!.....For now!"

    The sadistic Doctor had pierced her delicate bud with a long needle. Although the pain was immense, the relief was huge. She had been resigned to the fact that her sex life was going to be ended by that German bastards cold blade. She winces as he fits a large ring through the hole he had just created and closes it over making it impossible to remove without bolt cutters. The Doctor then fits a chain to the ring and with that, Sammi's clit was the property of who ever had hold of the other end of the chain.

    "Mmmmm!....Yessss! That should make you think twice about being naughty!....You made a terrible mess of poor Zelda's nose didn't you spy! Our little session today is about making sure you don't misbehave again. Now lets see what we can do with those perky nipples of yours!"

    The Doctor then makes his way up to Sammi's bare breasts. Due to the way her neck and arms were being secured only her nipples touched the cold hard table, and they had become erect. This made the Doctors next task easier and again, he produced a long needle. This time he moves to the front of the table where her head is located, and lets Sammi see exactly what he was going to use to abuse her. Tears of anger and frustration stream down the young Agents face. In normal circumstances the balding old man would not stand a chance of defeating her, but the table of truth had tipped the balance into the Doctors favour. Without the use of her arms and legs, Sammi was just a sexy piece of fuck meat.

    Sammi lays there whimpering as the Doctor cups her pert right breast and slowly forces the long needle through her erect nipple. After two days at Wolf-castle the young Agent was a broken woman. The fight had been drained from her, and she barely made a sound as the Doctor repeated the process on her left nipple. As with her clitoris, large rings are forced through the holes and secured to lengths of chain.

    "Now my dear, i have done your clit and nips! Now its time to introduce you to the Stinger!"

    The Doctor walks over to the table in front of sammi, and picks up what looks like a chrome dildo. About 8 inches in length it looked of a smooth finish, other than it had spring loaded barbs on it. These would not interfere while going into a vagina, however trying to take it out would prove most difficult indeed. The Doctor walks back towards the business end of the table and Sammi's eyes shut, as the Stinger is slowly slid up her. She had heard about these devices in Angel school, she thought they were urban legends used to scare young Cadets, she now knew she was wrong!

    The Stinger is pushed deep inside Sammi, she tries to resist and tense up but it's no use. Her vaginal muscles are to weak to resist the smooth cylinder object being forced up her. She gives out a groan as the Stinger disappears as her lips slowly closed behind it, swallowing it up as if it were a hearty meal, but this was one meal guaranteed to give her indigestion. The only evidence that she is fitted with the Stinger is a small length of wire hanging out, as if she was wearing the tampon from hell. This was the devices aerial, it allowed you to control your subject from up to several hundred metres away. The Stinger worked on the same principal as the shock collar, except due to it's backward facing barbs, it was impossible to remove without surgery.

    "I think it's only fair i tell you a few details about the device i have just fitted you with, we wouldn't want you doing anything stupid now would we Miss Walsh?....Each room in Wolf-castle is fitted with a surveillance camera and intercom system, and as long as you do what the voice on the speaker tells you to do, you will not discover just how painful 240 volts deep in your pussy can be. If you try to remove it, we will activate it!.....If you try to tamper with it, we will activate it!..... And if you are foolish enough to try and escape, we will turn it on, and leave it on, till you are a gibbering mess! Do you understand? For you my dear, are now our slave!"

    With that, the Doctor presses down on a lever and Sammi gives out a gasp as the pulleys on the table release her from its grip. He then removes the bar securing her wrists and unstraps her ankle and mid-rift restraints. Sammi's limbs are now finally free, she sits up and removes the ball gag, then peels of her mask and stares down at her aching pvc clad body, surveying the damage the Doctor had done to it. Her nipples and clit were in agony, and she sits there in silence, as she comes to terms with what had just happened to her.

    "From this day forward you will answer to the name slave! You will do exactly as we say, when we say it! And you response will always be either yes master or yes mistress. Do you understand?"

    "Yes master." Whimpers Sammi her head bowed in total shame, clearly traumatised by her horrendous ordeal.

    "Yesss, good! There maybe hope for you yet slave. I want you to go upstairs to the room i have prepared for you and rest! Because tomorrow you begin your training! And i warn you only once, slave! If you dare attack me like you did Zelda, i will strap you back on that table your so fond of, and cut every last bit of womanhood away from you!"

    Sammi jumps off the table and limps towards the dungeon door. Her body wracked in agony, she eventually gets back to her prison cell and curls up on the bed and breaks down crying. Two days of drugs and humiliation had taken it's toll on the young spy and she had never felt so alone. Normally she could count on her fellow Angels coming to her rescue, but with alexa's treachery there was a good chance her friends would be joining her as Dungeon play-things.

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THE TRAP

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"Hey Kimberley any news from Sammi yet? I tried her phone again its still turned off!"

    "No! It's been nearly a week now and am getting worried, am going to see that ginger troll Alexa, and see where the fuck she has sent her! Cassy i want you to check the Airports, to see where she flew to, i have got a bad feeling about this!"

    The girls split up, Cassy checks the Airports while Kimberley heads to the Nest to confront Alexa. This was the first time she had been at the Nest since before Pakistan and she wasn't in the mood for any nonsense from Alexa.

    Kimberley arrives at the Nest shortly after 4pm and after passing through security is greeted like a returning hero. Even though she is Colonel of the base, she is well loved and respected by all of the Angels with just one exception.

    Alexa young hated Kimberley and everything she stood for. Even when they were Cadets the two girls would clash, regularly ending up rolling around the floor pulling each others hair and scratching. All their Combat training used to go out the window resulting in a good old fashioned cat fight. Alexa's hatred for Kimberley was so intense that some people suggested that she intentionally screwed up in China to get her caught. Alexa is in her office when Kimberley burst's in demanding answer's.

    "Where the fuck is Sammi? It's been a week now and she has not been in touch. I know you sent her on a mission so don't bull shit me Alexa!"

    "Look sit down Kimberley! I'm not talking to you when you're stood over me screaming!"

    "Very well, but this had better be good! I'm the Colonel of this base, any missions should have gone through me!" Kimberley then takes a seat in front of Alexa and listens intently.

    "Look i tried to phone you on three occasions, your phone was turned off! I tried phoning Cassy but her's was off too! I even tried phoning your apartments but could not get an answer, the only one i could get hold of was Sammi!"

    "You still have not answered my question! Where the fuck is Sammi?"

    "She's in Germany! I spoke with her this morning, she said she had tried getting in touch with you, but your phone was turned off!"

    "Why is her phone off? Sammi never turns her phone off!"

    "She is working deep cover at Via-com communication's! While sifting through the intel you retrieved from Pakistan, we noticed that the terrorist were receiving funds from this German company, so we sent her there to investigate!"

    "Well get me two more plane tickets, because me and Cassy are going there too!"

    "They're all ready waiting for you! Pick them up at the desk on your way out. You fly out tomorrow at 8am, you will be met by the German head of security on your arrival! Good luck Colonel!"

    Kimberley leaves Alexa's office satisfied with her explanation, and heads down to the desk to pick up her tickets, where she finds Cassy is already waiting for her. She is surrounded by her friends from the Academy, and is holding court blabbing about all the 'cool missions' she was getting to go on while working with the Colonel and Sammi. This was strictly against protocol and Cassy is oblivious to Kimberley walking up behind her. It's only when the blue spandex clad Angels stand to attention and salute, does she turn around to find Kimberley standing behind her with a raised eyebrow.

    "I certainly hope you were not discussing our mission's Miss Clark! We have strict rules on that!" Says Kimberley, her eyebrow raising even further.

    "Er.....I.....was ere.... Just telling them how cool it was, working with you and Sammi!"

    "Cut the shit Clark! We're going to Germany!"

    The girls leave the Nest and head back home to get ready for their mission. Like Sammi they were both fluent in German, and would fit right into any environment without creating any suspicions. Under cover work was more Sammi's speciality. Kimberley and Cassy much preferred to punch and kick secrets out of people, but a more delicate touch is needed when working in fellow Nato countries.

    They arrive at the airport on time, casually dressed. Kimberley didn't give a fuck that she was meeting the German head of security on arrival. It was 90 degrees and she wanted to be comfortable for the long flight, so she wore shorts, t-shirt and flip- flops, with Cassy dressed much the same. They check in, and take a seat in the airport lounge and wait for their flight. Cassy spends her time flicking through magazines and flirting with the college football team that were sat nearby. While Kimberley sit's there brooding that her rest time had been cut short, because the German's could not look after their own security. The two girls are totally unaware, that they were flying into a trap.

    "Hello Alexa! I trust this is a secure line?"

    "Of course Madam Zelda! You are dealing with a professional here!....I am phoning to tell you the plan has worked like a dream. Organizing for their phones to be stolen was a master stroke. Jones totally bought my story and is on a plane to Germany as we speak! I have told her you will pick her up at the airport."

    "Excellent work Alexa! My client will be most pleased! Will she be alone?"

    "No, she will be with Cassy Clark! Don't worry, she is only a runt fresh out of the Academy! Her security clearance is pathetic."

    "Mmmmm interesting!.....When can i expect your arrival at Wolf-Castle my dear?"

    "I will be there tomorrow! I want to walk in just as you break that bitch!"

    "What time does Jones's flight land?"

    "They will arrive at 5am local time, very tired and very sticky!"

    "Excellent! We will let them spend the day at Viacom, then take them to Wolf-Castle!"

    The girls pick their bags up from the carousel and head towards the exit. It had been a long flight and they just wanted to get to their hotel rooms and relax. "While Cassy went out like a light on the plane, Kimberley had struggled to sleep, certain things bugged her about this mission and they were playing on her mind. However if she would have taken Cassy's approach to plane flight and drank as much vodka and coke as she could pour down her neck, sleep would not have been a problem for her either. The two girls look a bit worse for wear after their long journey, and hide their faces behind massive sun-glasses, as they walk down the corridor marked exit. In the distance they notice two women dressed in black making a bee line towards them, it was Zelda and Helga.

    "Hello ladies! My name is Zelda Wilderstein, and this is my assistant Helga Oleg! We're here to run through your mission with you, and take you to Viacom, we have arranged two secretary positions for you to fill there!"

    "Well Miss Wilderstein! This is my assistant Cassy Clark and unlike you and your team she can actually do her job! We're not going anywhere near Viacom, till we have been checked into our hotels rooms, showered and changed." Retorts Kimberley clearly agitated.

    "Well!....Follow me then Miss Jones!" Sneers Zelda barely able to conceal her anger at how she had just been dismissed by Kimberley.

    The four women walk out of the airport in silence, and head towards Zelda's people carrier. Cassy is nearly doubled over trying to suppress her amusement, at how Kimberley had just pissed off Germany's head of security. Kimberley was no respecter of titles, only deeds. And in her eyes Zelda had not been doing her job very well. They eventually arrive at their hotel at 7am, giving them well over an hour to get showered and changed, before they were to be taken to Viacom. Zelda had gave them some paperwork to study, detailing what to wear and how to act, and most importantly where they might find valuable information. This of course was a ruse, a wild Goose chase, designed to get the girls to a certain place at a certain time. That place was Wolf-Castle, and the time was 6pm.

    The girls emerge from their rooms dressed to kill, they both had their hair down, and had gone for the slutty secretary look, complete with thick rimmed spectacles. Cassy was sporting a pair of black 6 inch Christian Loubourtin heels, while Kimberley had poured her long legs into a pair of stiletto healed, over the knee boots. Their short skirts barely cover the top's of their hold up stocking's, allowing a tantalising glimpse of bronzed flesh as they walk down the step's of the hotel lobby to their awaiting car.

    They arrive at Viacom at 9am, and are immediately put to work in the office, proving most distracting for the male employees. Kimberley had decided to wear a tight fitting, v-neck, black sweater and a white fitted shirt underneath. Her grey mini just about covering where the tops of her tan stocking's began. Cassy took great delight in teasing and tormenting the men, bending over repeatedly, showing off her cleavage. Her black fitted shirt, clinging to her as if it were sprayed on, and her scandalously short, leather mini rides up, revealing her black stocking's and tanned thigh's. The boy's in the office are soon like putty in Cassy's hand.

    While the men are occupied with Cassy, Kimberley sneaks out to do some investigating. The building is a never ending maze of corridor's, its huge! Finding evidence in here was going to be like looking for a needle in a hay-stack. But Zelda's notes had given her a few pointer's as to where any evidence may be. She was to begin her search in the old accounts department in the basement, this was where any crooked paperwork was hidden, according to intel.

    Kimberley takes the lift down to the basement, being careful to make sure she was not followed. She slides the lift door open and tentatively enter's the musty smelling room. It looked like no one had been down here for years but she started the search anyway, totally unaware that she was being watched from the shadows. The basement is silent other than the clip-clapping of her tall boots as she searches aisle after aisle of files, but this was going to take weeks, if not months to check. She had nearly given up, when she picked up one titled Pakistan. She gently blows the dust off it, and sits down at a desk in the corner of the dank, dark room and began to read the file becoming engrossed in it. The file although old. was exactly what she was looking for. This one file was enough to nail Viacom to the wall. Kimberley allows herself a wry smile that she had found something in her first hour of looking, that Sammi couldn't find in a week.

    Kimberley was totally immersed in the file, flicking from page to page, going through the facts and figures in her head. By the looks of things Viacom had been funding the terrorist for years, but why? Why did a reputable German company fund terrorist cells in Pakistan, it didn't make sense! She sat there trying to figure it all out, totally unawares of the danger she was now in. While she had been distracted reading, the mysterious hooded figure that had been watching from the shadows, had stealthily crept upon the young Angel agent, and was now stood directly behind her.

    It's at that point Kimberley had read enough, and decides to head back up stairs to see Cassy, and as she pushes back on her chair to stand, she is attacked! Her arms are pinned to her side in a vice like bear hug, and Kimberley is shocked by just how strong her assailant is. She kicks out wildly, knocking over the table and chair in a desperate bid to un-balance her attacker, as she is viciously dragged backwards across the room. She continues to thrash about trying to break free from her mysterious tormentor, but in the struggle they both fall to the floor. Kimberley lay's there trying to kick free, still trapped in the 'python like' arm's of her attacker, who then wraps their legs round her own, limiting her movement. Kimberley then flicks her head back trying to head butt her assailant, but as she does, a damp cloth is forced over her nose and mouth. In a last desperate bid for freedom she starts to scream. But only muffled cries came out, as she began to grow weaker, and weaker with each passing second, as the chloroform soaked cloth took effect.

    Its not long before the struggling stops and Kimberley's eye's glaze over as her body becomes lifeless and numb. She lays there in a dream like state, totally helpless as she is slowly released from the bear hug. Her assailant then kneels over her, and through her barely open eye's she see's her attacker for the first time, it was Helga! Kimberley then feels her skirt being lifted ever so slightly and the stocking on her right leg pulled down, exposing her tanned flesh. She then watches on unable to even make a sound as Helga produces a large syringe and jabs it into her right thigh. The room began to spin and Kimberley slowly slips into a deep sleep, where she would eventually awaken into her worst nightmare.

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WOLF-CASTLE

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Kimberley is awoken by the chimes of the clock on the wall, it's 6pm and all is not well! She finds herself trapped in the same Dungeon Sammi had been held in, but instead of being fastened to the dreaded table, she finds herself hanging about 4ft from the floor in a hog-tied position. Although still fully clothed she was in agony! Her ankles had been fitted into a spreader bar about 3ft across, and her wrists were cuffed securely behind her back. Her neck had been fitted into a large padded collar, not to dissimilar to the one accident victims have to wear to protect against paralysis. But what made the device she was being held in so uncomfortable, was the bar that connected her collar to the ankle spreader, meaning the more she kicked out and struggled with her legs, the more pressure it put upon her neck, causing her to struggle for breath. The centre bar of the device which held the neck and ankles together also had a pivot point on it, which connected to another bar which ran to the ceiling allowing the prisoner to be spun 360 degrees for easy access to all her more delicate areas.

    Beads of sweat run down the young spies face as she comes to terms with the agonising bondage she was being held in. Her hips and knees felt like they were going to dislocate, each time she would try and adjust her body in the heinous contraption holding her so tightly in place. She squirms and struggles against the bonds in a futile attempt to break free as her clothes become drenched with sweat, as the stiflingly hot Dungeon slowly drained her strength.

    After about an hour of straining and struggling to break free, she slumps exhausted in her restraints, as her full weight is taken by her ankles and neck. She hangs there panting like a dog on a hot summers day, as she began to contemplate her fate. Her mind starts racing as to who was responsible for her abduction, and whether or not they had Cassy and Sammi. Who ever it was they looked like professionals! The device which was holding her so painfully in place was custom built, and castle Dungeons are not exactly cheap to rent these days. These people knew what they were doing! The only question was, what did they want?

    Kimberley continued to hang there in silence, the only noise comes from her feet as they squelch around in her boots, while the rats scurry along the walls of the foul smelling, damp and dirty Dungeon. The stench was simply over powering! A mixture of latrine and rotting flesh filled the dark, cavernous room as she hung there helpless and alone, but that was about to change! In the distance she hears the faint clicking of heels approaching. Her heart starts pounding as to who it is, and what they wanted from her, and she feels a cold chill as the locks on the door are slowly slid open.

    Kimberley knew when she awoke in the Dungeon she was to be tortured, but as the dungeon door slowly creaked open, she now knew she was to be raped too. Stood in the doorway was Zelda! And she had under gone quite the transformation since the airport. Her short dark hair was now slicked back, and she was wearing a large bondage collar and matching cuffs. The full sheer body stocking that adorned her body was cut away at the groin and breast area, allowing a gruesome look at her grey pubed sex and sagging breasts. In one hand she had a long thin riding crop, the other hand what looked like a large bag of sex toys and Kimberley's buttocks sub-consciously contract as the German woman walks towards her in her thigh high, patent leather boots.

    The two women stay silent as Zelda drops the bag of sex toys on the floor, and Kimberley catches sight of its filthy contents. A collection of dirty looking dildos spill out into view and Zelda gives a knowing smile as she watches Kimberley grimacing in anticipation, as to what was to come. Although she had been captured and tortured before, rape was a new experience for the American girl! Made all the worse by the fact a woman would be carrying it out. Kimberley's pulse quickens as she is slowly spun around, till Zelda's head is now between her spread legs. The leather on her long boots squeaks against the steel clamps holding her legs so firmly in place, as she rolls her ankles about, nervously waiting for what was to come next.

    Zelda slides her riding crop down the side of her very own kinky boots, allowing both hands free to torment her helpless prisoner. Kimberley jolts in shock, as Zelda's masculine hands firmly grab the back of each of her rock solid thighs and starts to slide them up towards where her stockings finished. Zelda bites her lip and shuts her eyes in sexual joy, as her hands creep up Kimberley's nylon sheathed legs, towards her pelvis. Kimberley gasps as her skirt, already crotch high due to the position her legs were being held in, is slid over her clenched buttocks, coming to rest around her waist. Kimberley's anxiety reaches new levels as Zelda began to pull on her crisp, white panties that protected her sex, when she can take no more!

    "What do you want from me, you ugly German bitch? What have you done to my friends?" She sneered, hoping she could turn Zelda's attention away from between her legs.

    "Hmmm! You would be wise not to insult me while your held in this position my pretty." Hisses Zelda, as she pulls her riding crop from her boots in a sinister fashion.

    "Are you fucking deaf? Or are you just fucking stupid! Where the fuck is Arrrrrggghhhhh!" Kimberley had not even had the chance to complete her sentence, before Zelda introduced her sex to the crop. The Screaming continued for several minutes as she made sure the American Agent paid for her insult.

    "Yessss, you are a silly little girl aren't you, spy? It's one thing insulting me in an Airport, with thousands of people walking by. Its a different matter all together, insulting me down here slut!"

    Kimberley just groans as Zelda stops the attack but continues to intimidate her with the crop, gently stroking the leather tip of it against her mound, letting the young spy know exactly who was in charge. Kimberley winces with each stroke, her pussy still tender from the intense whipping session she had just endured. Zelda had been involved in countless interrogations and particularly enjoyed working on the female spies. The older woman grew excited watching her young prisoner sweating in the devilish bondage, and her juices started to flow down the legs of her body stocking, as she became extremely horny.

    "Mmmm, That's better! My crop always gets a positive reaction from a prisoner! Tonight i am going to teach you the meaning of the word respect my dear!" She purrs, as she runs the shaft of her crop hard between Kimberleys pussy lips through her panties. Kimberley pulls hard against her handcuffs, squirming as the steel dug deep into her flesh the harder she pulled.

    "Who do you work for, and what do you want? Your not German intelligence, i figured that one out myself!" Says Kimberley, as once more she tries to draw Zelda's attention away from her groin.

    "Mmmm, how very observant of you Miss Jones, but am afraid this part of your interrogation i require you to remain silent!"

    "At least tell me what you have Arrrgghhhhhh!" Cries Kimberley, as once again the riding crop crashes into her sex.

    "I said silence!" Screams Zelda, as Kimberley's body flinches from the pain. "Mmmm, i think its high time i helped you out of your uncomfortable clothes Miss Jones!" She says, as she walks towards the intercom.

    "Madam helga will you come down to the Dungeon please!" Kimberley does not have to wait long before she is joined in the Dungeon by Helga, and she too is dressed in a kinky body stocking and thigh length boots. Its only when Helga stands in the doorway does kimberley realise just how big and powerful she was. Although like Zelda, she was in her late fifties. She had the body of a steroid fuelled, body building monster! No wonder Kimberley had struggled to fight her off in the basement. Helga walks over and disappears out of sight to Kimberleys rear end, while Zelda stands in front and removes her spectacles, placing her pungent smelling sex only inches away from her beautiful face. She grimaces in disgust as the clearly excited German woman's pussy juices start dribbling down her leg and a stale smell of urine and juice fills her nostrils. Zelda just stands there gently running her fingers through the American girls golden tresses, her legs slightly apart making sure the young spy got a good sniff of her putrid aroma.

    "See anything you like, slut?" Hisses Zelda, moving even closer, till Kimberleys nose is practically buried into her unkept, bushy garden. Kimberley is horrified, and her disgust intensified as Zelda's hand slides down and starts to pleasure herself rigorously using her fingers, inches away from the young spies face. kimberley try's to pull away from the enforced sex show, but the cradle kept her exactly where Zelda wanted her, as the moaning and groaning grew louder and louder, as she hurtled towards a screaming climax.

    "Ooooooh yar! Ooooooo yar! Yesssssss! Yessssssssss! She screams as her legs buckled slightly, while grabbing a hand full of Kimberley's luscious, golden locks, roughly lifting her head so she could look deep into The American woman's eyes, as she began to cum hard.

    "Muuupppthhhh!" Screams Kimberley in a muffled gasp, as the old hag uses both her hands to force her beautiful face, hard into her soaking wet pussy. Kimberley thrashes about furiously trying to escape as her mouth, nose and sun kissed cheeks are all coated with Zelda's foul smelling bodily fluids. Kimberley's head is then thrown back as Zelda collapses on the floor panting and moaning as her orgasm rips through her body. Kimberley momentarily hangs her head in shame before becoming engulfed in unadulterated rage, as the German woman's sticky nectar finds it's way into her mouth.

    "You fucking ugly German bitch! I swear to mother fucking god when i get out of this fucking thing am going to kill you slowly and painfully!" She screams, shaking with anger as to what had just happened to her.

    "No my child! When you get out of that 'Fucking thing' as you put it! You will be handed over to the Doctor and he will stretch and cut you into submission! Helga strip her!"

    "Mmmm! I do like a girl in smelly wellies!" Declares the large woman as she starts to undo the short zips on the sides of her long boots, slowly and deliberately pulling on them, so she may slip them off Kimberley's stocking clad legs. She tries to resist by flapping her feet about in a futile attempt to delay the inevitable. Helga combats this by concentrating on one boot at a time, grabbing them by their long stiletto heel and pulling hard, and its not long before both boots have been persuaded off, and her extremely sensitive feet are free to abuse.

    "Mmmmm ,yesss! you really should see these Madam Zelda they're simply magnificent! Mmmmm, red toe nails too! You are a little slut ain't you spy!" Purrs Helga as she starts to examines Kimberley's perfectly formed size 6 feet. Gently teasing her toes apart making sure she inspected every inch of each foot, much to Kimberley's dismay. Zelda sits there and watches the young spies face twist and gurn, as Helga starts to run her nails over the sexy arches of her super sensitive feet, before gently biting down onto her toes.

    "Mmmmmm, oooooh! They actually taste better than they look! She must have had those smelly welly's on all day! Madam Zelda, You really must have a taste!" She says as her eyes close in pleasure, as if she were sucking on her favourite ice scream, gently nibbling on the toes using her teeth to tug at her tan coloured stocking, that were still damp with boot sweat.

    "I am going to use my tongue to clean the fluff from between your toes spy!" She whispers as her hands creep down to Kimberley's thighs and begins to pull at her stocking tops.

    "You really must excuse my friend Miss Jones, for she has a terrible foot fetish! I on the other hand much prefer young girls pussies and tits!" Sneered Zelda as she sits up and starts to rip kimberley's tight pull-over and shirt away from her body, apparently recovered from the effects of her strong orgasm. Once again she tries to resist, but its not long before her stockings are teased off by Helga's teeth, and her remaining clothes are ripped, and cut away from her body, by Zelda! Leaving Kimberley hanging there in only her tight white panties.

    Like Sammi the Colonel had an athletic body and her bra size was a modest 34b. Very few Angel Agents had large chests due to the training program they had to under-take. 8 hours of hand to hand combat drills and fitness training used to burn away any excess fat they might have, and as a result curvaceous Angels were few and far between. Zelda gets back to her feet and again pulls the crop from her boots, and starts to run it over Kimberley's hard body, as Helga suckle's delicately on her sweaty toes, making sure each one received an extensive tongue bath, while she took in the salty aroma. Zelda then starts to use her crop to lightly strike her pert, perfectly formed breasts, which were hanging from her body like two small bombs. Kimberley squealed each time the crop came into contact with her strangely enlarged, and more sensitive than usual breasts, each strike grew with speed and ferocity, and each squeal got closer to becoming a shriek of agony. Kimberley's brain was being over loaded with sensations of both pleasure and stinging pain, as Helga completed her misery by continuing to tickle her feet.

    "You have made a big mistake bringing me here bitches, mark my words! You two freaks don't really think your going to get away with this do you? I am a American government Agent and people will be looking for me."

    "We know exactly who you are! Colonel...Kimberley....Jones! And we know exactly what you are too, spy! And believe me Miss Jones, nobody is coming to rescue you from here! You and your whole fucking team are mine to use and abuse." Sneered Zelda, as she places the tip of her crop under Kimberley's chin lifting it slightly as she delivered her chilling message.

    "I will escape! And when i do, i will come looking for you! And we will see how tough you are when i have full use of my arms and legs!"

    "Oh my child, unless you tell the Doctor all he wants to know! You will not have any arms and legs to come looking for me with! Helga leave us!"

        * * *

THE CLIENT

* * *

,Cassy shuffles from foot to foot and squeezes her thighs trying to suppress the urgent need for the bathroom, but Cassy wasn't going anywhere. Shortly after Kimberley had gone off to investigate at Viacom, one of the male office worker's she thought she had twisted around her little finger, had slipped something in her coffee, and this is where she awoke 8 hours ago. She was in a small holding cell, blindfolded, her ankles had been fitted with large heavy strap's, then anchored to the floor. Her wrist's wore steel manacles and were pulled up and away from her body and attached to pulley's on the cell wall's. Although still fully clothed her tight fitting black shirt had risen up, showing off her sexy mid-rift.

    She had given up any hope of slipping her shackles hours ago, and now was just reserving her strength for what lay ahead. She did not have to wait much longer before she could hear in the distance the distinct sound of a stiletto heeled woman approaching. The locks on the cell door are slid open and Cassy is joined in the cell by the mysterious woman who began to circle the frightened teenager. Cassy gasps as the woman gently runs her hands, first over her breasts, then lifts her black mini up, and began to caress her butt. She tries to lean and pull away from the intrusive hands, but she was going nowhere.

    "I am an American government agent on official business, i demand you release me at once!" Screams Cassy, as the woman starts to slowly unbutton her shirt.

    This was the first time young Cassy had ever been captured, so she didn't know what to expect from her tormentor. She hangs there helpless as button by button her shirt was undone to reveal her black lacy bra underneath. She then winces as the pulleys spring into life and her arms are pulled up even further, till her shoes barely touch the floor. Her whole body is now under strain, and Cassy bites her lip as the woman gently starts to run her nails up and down her rib's. She then slides down the zip on her skirt, letting it fall to her ankles, showing off Cassy's black panties and stocking tops.

    Cassy's feet had been in agony due to being forced to stand in 6 inch heels for 8 hours. This pain was now transferred to her wrists as the steel manacles dug in. The woman stood there in silence watching the young American trying to balance on the tip-toes of her brand new, Christian Louboutin pumps, which she then takes great delight in slipping off. The pain in her wrists is now unbearable, her toes barely touch the floor, as her mystery tormentor then hooks her fingers under her lacy panties, gently tugging at them till they fall to the floor to reveal her neatly trimmed quim.

    "Who are you?....Show yourself coward!.....What do you want from me?" Cries Cassy, her voice trembling, a mixture of fear, anger and frustration due to the predicament she found herself in.

    "Oh, you know who i am Miss Clark! You know me very well." purred the woman, as Cassy's blindfold is pulled away to reveal herself.

    Cassy squints and adjusts her eyes to the bright lights to find 5ft 11 inches of ginger nastiness standing before her, it was Alexa! And she had a wicked grin etched across her face. She was wearing a long pencil skirt and white blouse and had young Cassy exactly where she wanted her.

    "You double crossing evil bitch! You sold us out!" Screams Cassy, as she furiously fights and pulls against her bonds.

    "Ha ha, guilty as charged am afraid! But i do want you to know, it was nothing personal against you my dear, strictly business you understand. I was paid a lot of money to sell you girls out, however i would have sold that slut Jones out for nothing."

    "You evil bitch you won't get away with this!"

    "I already have, you dumb fuck! Nobody but me, knows your here and i'm head of intelligence remember. Once we retrieve Kimberley's access code we will combine it with Sammi's, and your whole fucking Angel team will be either sex slaves or dead!

    "You will never break the Colonel you ginger bitch! Your going to regret selling us out, mark my words."

    "The only thing i regret Miss Clark is not doing this sooner!....And you mark my words runt! Come this time tomorrow Jones will tell her interrogators anything they want to know!.... Here's some light entertainment for you to watch!" With that Alexa turns on her heels and walks out the door, switching on a t.v screen that was hung in front of Cassy. Who was now going to have to watch her friends interrogation in all its gory detail.

    Meanwhile down in the Dungeon, Zelda was having her wicked way with the Colonel. Helga had left the two women alone, and Zelda was taking great delight in running her tongue over every inch of her toned body, as it writhed about in perfect bondage. Kimberley hung there moaning and groaning totally helpless, as her ordeal was captured on camera and shown to her young friend upstairs.

    The only clothing the American still wore were her panties, and that was about to change! Zelda start's to kiss and caress her rock solid thighs, slowly and deliberately moving towards her sexy target, as Kimberley began to squirm in nervous anticipation as to what was to come. She gasps as Zelda's fingers start to slide underneath her pants and began to tease them off. Slowly at first, then pulling wildly at them till they painfully ripped from the American's hard body.

    There was only two parts of Kimberley's anatomy that would give away her Brazilian heritage. The first being a few sporadic freckles dotted on her nose and cheeks that she inherited from her late father. The second being the way she trimmed her pussy hair. Zelda was taken aback by just how neat and tidy the American's sweet smelling sex was, and paused for a moment before slowly and delicately sliding a single finger into her beautiful pussy. Kimberley's jerks with shock, as the German strokes it in and out a few times, before lifting her finger to her mouth and sucking on it, as if she were a michelin starred chef tasting a new creation.

    "Mmmmm, you American girls taste simply divine! I have been an interrogator for over 30 years now, and i have never tasted pussy as good as yours my dear!"

    "I'm glad your impressed you fucking sick, ugly bitch!" Grunts Kimberley, as she is spun around, till once more she is face to face with Zelda.

    "Ha, ha in 30 years i have never failed to make one of my female prisoners do, two things! The first is, i always get them to tell me what i want to know! Can she guess what the second thing is my pretty?"

    "Throw up?" Kimberley fires back.

    Hmmmm, feisty, i like that! Just like your friend Sammi! She too had your indomitable spirit however me and the Doctor, soon helped coax that from her. I now use her to lick the dog shit from my dirty boots! She is a fully trained house slave now. She does what we say, when we say it!........Mmmmm, would you like to smell your friends pussy?" Hisses Zelda, as she moves closer and starts to gently blow on Kimberleys face.

    "Mmmmm, she smell's good doesn't she spy?"

    "You fucking dirty horrible bitch i'm going to .........." Scream's Kimberley, as she starts to thrash around, incandescent with rage.

    "Your not going to do anything but hang there and look pretty. While i make you do, what i have made every other spy i have ever interrogated in the last 30 years do, including your slutty friend Sammi!......I'm going to make you cum!"

    Once again she is spun around and the German gets to work on her tight little pussy. Zelda uses her finger's to part her silken lip's, and starts to gently, and slowly lap away at her exposed clitoris. Kimberley is shocked at just how good it feels, and after initially trying to resist, she soon relaxes as the German continued her exquisite tongue lashing on her most delicate of areas. After an hour, the Dungeon fell silent, other than the steady, slurping sound coming from between the American woman's spread legs. Kimberley hung there in silence, as Zelda used her tongue to ritualistically humiliate her, lapping away, as she panted like a dog.

    She tried to concentrate and resist, but it was no use, as her body began to betray her. By now her nipples were painfully erect and her clit was nearly poking Zelda in the eye. Her breathing had become shallow and sharp, and the pain that had wracked her body since she awoke, had all but disappeared. Zelda's tongue was now in control of the CIA's top agent, and there was nothing Kimberley could do about it.

    "Mmmmm, your having fun now slut, aren't you? No woman alive, can resist my skilled tongue! Ha ha, if you ask me nicely, i will allow you to cum!" Sneer's Zelda, as she pauses from licking, to gently start flicking her prisoner's super sensitive and erect bean. Kimberley's toes curl and she bites her bottom lip, trying to resist the urge to start screaming for mercy from the sexual misery she was trapped in. Her pussy is now dripping wet, and had been dancing to the tune of Zelda's fingers and tongue for nearly 90 minutes now. Her pulse start's to quicken even further, as she hears the familiar sound of a dildo burst into life. She gasp's, as it is run up and down her straining thighs getting ever closer to her groin with each stroke.

    Kimberley is overwhelmed with guilt, that she was so turned on by some one old enough to be her grand mother. Her whole body was crying out, begging for Zelda to let her cum, but her pride wouldn't allow it, she couldn't let that German bitch win! But Kimberley and Zelda both knew, that as soon as the Dildo and her aching clit came into contact with one another, her resistance would be broken.

    "Mmmmm, your close aren't you spy! Say the word and i will let you cum!" Hisses Zelda, as she starts to run the sex toy along her gleaming wet pussy lips, carefully avoiding her stood to attention clit.

    Kimberley groans and her eyes flicker half shut, as if she was in some type of erotic dreamland. Her mouth hangs wide open, gaping as she pants away, unable to control her breathing or regain her composure. Her nipples seem to grow in length with each passing second, as does her clitoris. They appear to have a mind of their own, and almost look as if they were reaching out for something to stimulate them, and trigger a climax. But Zelda was sadistically keeping all forms of stimulation mere fractions of an inch away from them, she knew exactly what she was doing. Kimberley's training was no match for Zelda's 30 years of experience. She knew as well as the American knew, that she could now make her cum on command. But as a final humiliating act, Zelda wanted the Angel Agent to beg her to let her cum! She wanted the worlds greatest spy reduced to nothing more than a dungeon gimp, just like Sammi had been.

    During her career as an Angel agent Kimberley had used her body many times to manipulate men, and now Zelda was using her own body against her. Kimberley's greatest weapon was now her greatest enemy, as it kept on begging her to give in to Zelda.

    "Mmmmm, i can keep you like this for weeks spy, teetering on the edge. Your training is no match for my skills! Just say the word slut! Give in to your womanly urges, my child!" Suddenly Zelda's words all seem to make sense to the young spy. Why shouldn't she give in to her urges? It wasn't as if she was betraying her country by having an orgasm! And after nearly two hour's of being sexually abused by her captor she can take no more.

    "Ok, ok you win do it, just do!" She finally gasps.

    "I want you to beg slut, beg me to do it!"

    "Ok. ok please i beg you please let me cum!"

    "Ha, ha as you wish slut! Brace yourself!"

    Zelda then finally places the sex toy on her swollen clit and Kimberley explodes. Her eyes shut tight and her pussy starts to spasm, as waves of ecstasy rip through her body. Her body starts to convulse and shake, as she began to cum harder than ever before. Zelda's face is sprayed with the American's hot and sticky cunt juices, as she continues to furiously lap away at her young victim.

    "Yesss, yessss, oh fuck pleeeasse ooooh fuck!" Screams Kimberley, in unbridled joy.

    But while kimberley was in orgasm heaven with her eye's firmly shut, another guest had entered the dungeon and was slowly making their way towards her. Kimberley finally opens her eye's exhausted from her ordeal when she is shocked by what she see's.

    "Whats the matter Jones you look like you have seen a ghost!.....You didn't really think you could defeat me did you?"...... Kimberley's ordeal was about to take a turn for the worse.

        THE VIXEN HAD RETURNED!