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THE FALLEN ANGEL by pembo
THE FALLEN ANGEL PART 3
3 YEARS PREVIOUS
* * *
"Base!.....This is Jones and Walsh reporting in.........We have sighted
target.......I repeat! We have sighted target.......... Awaiting further
instructions."
"Hold your position Angels!.........Observe and report!........ Do not
engage target!"
"Base!........Target is about to board plane, to cross border!.......I
repeat! Target is about to leave country!.......We must stop her!"
"That a negative Angels do not engage target........ I repeat do not
engage! Observe and report!"
"Thats bullshit base!.........I repeat bullshit!.... We're going in!"
Kimberley and Sammi had tracked down the wanted fugitive known as The
Vixen to a disused air base in New Mexico. The Vixen aka 'Anna White'
was once an Angel agent herself, and was Colonel Dearings mentor before
becoming corrupt with greed. It was only 6 months previous that The
Vixen had captured, tortured and murdered the Colonel, and the pain
still ran deep for the young Angel agents. The Colonel was more than
just their leader, she was their friend, and the girls wanted revenge.
Had it not been for her betrayal of the Angel team The Vixen would
have gone down as one of the greatest Angels of all time. Her hand to
hand skills were unmatched even by the Colonel herself, and her list of
completed missions was second to none. Although nearly 50 years of age
she was still more than a match for the young and inexperienced Jones
and Walsh. But they were so overcome with rage over the death of their
mentor and friend that it didn't matter, The Vixen was going down!
The girls had been watching from about 200 yards away, hidden in the
shadows. Their uniforms blended in perfectly to the night sky and they
were like two panthers, as they stalked their prey. The Vixen was
preoccupied loading up her Cesna plane to notice the shadowy figures
making their way through the desert sands towards her. The Angels
uniform consisted off a blue and black spandex catsuit, long black
leather gloves and black calf length, wedge heeled boots that zipped up
on the side. Had it not been for the gun belts the two girls wore, they
could have been mistaken for Sue Storm of fantastic 4 fame, especially
kimberley with her blond hair tied up and away from her face.
As the girls approach the hangar they decide to split up, they had
noticed two security guards with her and thought surprise would be their
greatest weapon against the villain. Their plan was for Sammi to
distract the guards while Kimberley was to confront The Vixen. Even
though both guards weighed over 200lbs, Sammi knew Kimberley had the
harder task. The Vixen was a legend at The Nest, only Colonel Dearing
had ever come close to beating her. It was going to take the two girls
combined to defeat her, and even then a slice of luck would be needed.
Sammi sneaked around the back of the building to where the guards were
patrolling, while kimberley tip toed through the large front doors of
the hangar. The Vixen was busy loading up the plane apparently unawares
of the young agent approaching silently from behind. By now Kimberley
had unholstered her gun and had it pointed directly at the back of the
older woman's head when she paused suddenly from loading the plane and
sighed.
"My....My....If it isn't Alisons favourite little runt from the Academy!
You have got a nerve trying to take me on your own kid! Where's your
friend Walsh?" Says The Vixen, turning around slowly.
"She'll be here soon enough bitch! We're taking you in Vixen! Your going
to pay for what you done to the Colonel. Now put your hands on your head
and walk slowly towards me!"
"Certainly miss Jones!"
Meanwhile Sammi was having unexpected problems with the guards. The main
problem being her pistol had jammed due to the desert sands, and now she
was having to go toe to toe with two guys twice her size. It was lucky
for her that they had left their weapons out of reach. All she had to do
now was get the better of a couple of 200lbs Gorillas, then help
Kimberley subdue one of the greatest Angels of all time. It was going to
be a tough nights work for young Sammi, but she had to succeed!
Kimberley could not take the Vixen on her own.
The Vixen walks slowly over to Kimberley! Her hands on her head, her
slender hips swaying from side to side. She was dressed impecably, in
her usual business suit and stillettos, her long dark hair falling
loosly down her back. Although nearly 50 years of age she had the body
of a 25 year old. Only a few lines around her stunning green eyes and
mouth, betrayed her true age. Even though Kimberley had the gun pointed
at her, The Vixen was by far the more confident and relaxed as the two
women circle each other.
"On your knees bitch!.....On your fucking knees!.... Or i swear to god
i'll kill you right here, right now!" Screams Kimberley, her voice
trembling with emotion.
"Hey, relax Jones there has been a major misunderstanding. Now just put
the gun down and we can talk about this!" With that, the Vixen glances
over Kimberleys shoulder and appears to gesture to someone. Kimberley
stupidly falls for the Vixens trick and momentarily takes her eyes off
her opponent and is swiftly punished. The Vixen kicks the gun from
Kimberleys hands and now she was going to have to achieve something even
Dearing had never done. Beat The Vixen in hand to hand combat.
"Am going to enjoy teaching you this lesson child! The first lesson
being respect your elders!" Sneers The Vixen as she steps out of her
shoes and starts to pace towards Kimberley.
"Bring it on Vixen, i aint scared of you!"
The two girls explode into a flurry of kicks and punches. Kimberley aims
a kick at the Vixens leg, but she uses her knee to painfully block her
attack. The Vixen then counters by launching a flurry of punches at
Kimberleys face. She blocks most, but one gets through and Kimberleys
mouth explodes into a bloody mess. The Vixen then delivers a powerful
kick to her abdomen knocking Jones onto her back. She gingerly gets to
her feet and spits out a mouthful of blood, and the two women again
start fighting. This time Kimberley tries a high kick to the Vixens
face, but she simply catches the young woman's ankle, and brings her
elbow down hard on the back of her knee, damaging it. Kimberley is now
on all fours trying to crawl away, but receives a thunderous kick to the
face nearly knocking her out. She is then rolled onto her back and The
Vixen places her bare foot on Kimberley's chest and presses down hard.
"Your out of your depth runt!......You didn't really think you could
beat me! Did you Jones?......Now your going to die just like Dearing,
begging and screaming for mercy!"
"Don't count your chickens bitch!" Groans Kimberley as she uses her
right hand to try and dislodge The Vixens foot from her chest. However
Unbeknown to The Vixen she had used her left hand to reach out for a
nearby hammer and crashes it down hard onto her bare standing foot.
"Aaaaarrrrggghhhhh!" Screams the Vixen as she comically starts to hop
around, allowing Kimberley to flick back up onto her feet.
"Now lets see how tough you are! Bitch." Sneers Kimberley with a renewed
vigour.
Kimberley then seizes her chance, and starts to rain down blows on The
Vixen. Punch followed by kick, followed by punch. The Vixen was reeling
under the sustained attack from the young Angel Agent, and is eventually
knocked from her feet onto her butt. Kimberley nonchalantly starts to
circle her downed opponent and began to mock her.
"Whats the matter old timer, is your foot sore?......Ha Ha, that will
teach you to put your sweaty feet on me bitch!"
Kimberley continues to circle the downed Vixen as she tries to stand,
allowing her to get to her feet before knocking her down again. The
Vixen is all but beaten when Jones makes a terrible mistake. Scattered
along the floor of the hangar are lengths of rope, and the Vixen watches
as the young Agent places her foot in a length that had looped around
her ankle. The rope was connected to a winch that was supporting the
weight of an engine that was hanging nearby, and quick as a flash The
Vixen leaned over and released the winch. Once again the tables are
turned, as the rope tightens around Kimberleys ankle and hoists her 6ft
in the air.
Kimberley hangs there helpless pulling at her boot, and the rope that
had snared her ankle, as The Vixen hobbles over to the gun. She picks it
up then slowly walks back to the distressed Angel before pointing it at her.
"It's a pity you have to die kid, i could use someone like you! They
taught you well! Just not well enough, goodbye miss Jones!" With that,
the gun is aimed at Kimberleys head and she shuts her eyes ready to hear
the bang.
"Hey bitch!..... You forgot about me!" Says a voice from behind as a
large wrench is crashed down on the back of The Vixens head, and once
again the tables had turned. It was Sammi.
* * *
THE PLAYROOM
* * *
The Vixen awaken's to find herself in what the Angels nicknamed 'The
playroom'. She had been in dozens of these rooms during her career as an
Angel Agent however never as a guest. She has been stripped and strapped
to a dentist chair with her head and neck totally immobilized, her mouth
clamped wide open. She has a very limited field of vision due to the way
her head has been secured, but in the background she can hear Kimberley
and Sammi sniggering and mocking her.
The two girls were now wearing safety spectacles and white doctors style
smock's over their uniforms. They were trying to decide what instrument
of pain to use first on The Vixen, making sure she heard every word and
every laugh of their conversation. They were giggling like school girls
as they picked up various medical instruments trying to figure out
exactly what they did and where you put them. This was the girls first
interrogation, although they had done many simulations in the Academy
this was the real deal. Its not often you get to interrogate a legend,
but some how the girls had managed to capture the Infamous Vixen and
they were determined to make her talk.
The Vixen continues to squirm and pull against the restraints of the
chair, but she knew as well as the girls knew, she wasn't going
anywhere. It was an ironic twist of fate that she is fastened so tightly
to a chair that she was instrumental in designing back in the eighties.
At the height of the cold war many Russian spies were taken to such
facility's by The Vixen's team and forced to give up their secrets. In
fact she had gained a reputation as one of the worlds leading
interrogators. But all that counted for nothing now she found herself
naked and alone, strapped to the chair she helped build.
The girls eventually decide what tools they were going to use to help
jog The Vixen's memory and begin to circle her. The first thing they
wanted to know, was where the body of their friend and mentor was. The
Vixen had been sadistically sending various parts of the Colonels body
through the post for weeks, mocking and taunting the Angels before
finally putting her out of her misery. Kimberley took this especially
badly, the thought of the Colonel lying there helpless and alone as The
Vixens goons removed first her fingers then her toes sickened her, and
she wanted revenge! She wanted to make this bitch suffer for what she
did. Kimberley had picked up a small tapping hammer and was slowly
running it up the legs of The Vixen, then up her torso finally stopping
at her clamped open mouth. The Vixens eyes flicker from side to side as
Kimberley leans over her, much the same way a dentist would lean over a
patient.
"Hey, you have nice teeth for an old timer!.........Your in pretty good
shape, for an old fossil aren't you?.........Now slut, am going to ask
you a couple of questions, try to answer them in a correct and concise
manner." Says Kimberley as she throws her leg over the chair and
straddles The Vixen, her tight little butt, resting on the groin area of
the older woman. She then gently starts to tap The Vixens teeth with her
hammer while Sammi moves to the bottom of the chair where her feet are
secured and places the little toe of her left foot between the jaws of a
rather large pair of pliers. She pulls wildly against the restraints and
bucks her body trying to dislodge Kimberley but it was no use, The Vixen
was about to get a very large and very painful taste of her own medicine.
"I only have two questions for you bitch!.....The first being!... Where
is the Colonels body you evil slut? And my second question is, what
government is funding you?.......I hope to mother fucking god you give
me the wrong answer! I really do, am just itching to make you suffer!"
Sneers Kimberley as she stares down at her helpless subject.
The Vixen stops struggling and fixes an icy stare at the young Agent as
she continues to gently tap away with the hammer. While Sammi increases
the pressure ever so slighty on her little toe.
"Well! Whats it to be, death breath? Are you going to answer my
questions? Or do i smash your fucking teeth out, while Sammi down there
gives you the pedicure from hell." Screams Kimberley.
The vixens stays silent and just glares at Kimberley with a unbridled
hatred. She cant believe how these two kids fresh out of the Academy had
managed to capture her. In her eyes these runts didn't deserve to be in
the same room as her, let alone interrogate her. She found the whole
episode rather embarrassing, the fact that two no marks she helped train
were now going to be causing her a great deal of pain. She shuts her
eyes and her fingers clench the arms of the chair where her wrist's were
secured. As Kimberley slides her long athletic legs down either side,
and hooks her ankles together round the back of the chair. Pinning The
Vixens toned mid-rift down so tightly, that she struggled for breath.
"Not talking, huh?.....Alright then! We do this the hard and painful way
slut." Says Kimberley as she looks over her right shoulder and gestures
to Sammi. That is when the pain and screaming begins! Kimberley starts
to smash The Vixens teeth with her hammer, while Sammi gets to work on
her feet. She lays there screaming and writhing about trying to dislodge
Kimberley as one by one the young agent removes her pearly white teeth
with her hammer. After initially breaking a few toes Sammi steps back
and watches Kimberley at work. She stands there open mouthed, amazed at
how viciously her friend went about her work. After removing first her
teeth, Kimberley took the pliers and finished what Sammi had started,
till all her toes and fingers were nothing but bloody pulps.
By now Kimberley is panting and out of breath, her white smock is
splattered with The Vixens blood and Sammi tries to calm her down, but
its no use she is drunk on blood lust. All she can think about is
causing this bitch as much pain as possible, nothing else mattered. She
didn't care who she worked for! All she wanted to do was make her suffer
for what she had done to the Colonel. Sammi eventually manages to pull
her off The Vixen who is now just laying there semi-conscious, gurgling
blood and groaning. Although the Angels were allowed to interrogate
prisoners, this was too much. Kimberley had allowed her personal feeling
to get in the way of her job. If The nest was to find out what had
happened here today Kimberley would receive a court marshall and a
lengthy prison sentence.
"Kimmy.... kimmy.... Calm the fuck down, your going to kill her!......
Are you crazy?" Scream's Sammi as she drags her friend away.
"Look calm the fuck down!..... I'l get this bitch cleaned up and we'll
take her back to the nest, she'll tell us what we want to know there,
just calm down!"
"I don't give a fuck what she has to say Sammi! She's an evil bitch and
deserve's to suffer for what she did, shes a traitor and a murderer!"
Its at that point The Vixen comes round from her ordeal. Barely able to
speak due to her jaw being both broken, and clamped open she beckons
Kimberley over to her.
"Come here Jones, i want to tell you something!" She whispers barely
audible.
Sammi looks on as Kimberley tentatively makes her way towards The Vixen
and leans over to hear what she has to say. The two women only speak for
a few moments, but its enough to seal The Vixens fate. Sammi could not
make out what The Vixen had told Kimberley due to the hushed tones she
delivered her message. But it sent her over the edge, and she quickly
turns on her heels and heads towards a small control panel on the wall
and furiously starts punching numbers into the keyboard.
"Kimberley, no!" Screams Sammi, but it was too late! Kimberley had
activated the rooms self destruct system and the girls had 30 seconds to
gets themselves clear. Sammi runs over to The Vixen and starts pulling
at her restraints. She couldn't let The Vixen die, she had too many
questions she needed answering. But time was running out, as the clock
ran down.
"Sammi..... Leave her..... Come on lets go, your running out of time!"
Screams Kimberley as she holds the door a jar. Sammi reluctantly leaves
The Vixen and the two girls get clear with only seconds to spare before
the 'playroom' is turned into an inferno by a large explosion. The two
girls had barely escaped with their life's but not before The Vixen had
delivered a final chilling warning to young Sammi. "YOU GIRLS WILL PAY
FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME TODAY, MARK MY WORDS RUNT! YOU WILL PAY!"
* * *
WOLF-CASTLE (PRESENT DAY)
* * *
Kimberley hangs there panting as the effects of her orgasm slowly fade
away, trying to regain some composure as the hooded woman claiming to be
The Vixen moves towards her. Zelda slowly retreats from between the
hapless spies legs, her face still coated with the young woman's sweet
sticky nectar. She gently kisses and caresses the trembling tanned
thighs as she backs away from the young Agents dripping wet pussy.
Kimberley strains her eyes in the dimly lit dungeon trying to make out
who the hooded woman was. In her mind The Vixen was dead, there was no
way she could have survived that inferno. Kimberley knew from
experience, in her line of work many people claimed to be many things,
and she required proof that the hooded woman was indeed The infamous
Vixen. She did not have to wait long!
"They tell me your now the Colonel of 'The Nest'!.......Leader of the
Angels!.......My, my! How standards have fallen since my day!" Says the
woman claiming to be The Vixen, as she starts to slowly spin the cradle
around.
"Who the fuck are you freak?......Your not The Vixen!.......I watched
that slut die!" Retorts kimberley.
"NO!.... You didn't watch me die!.......You left me to die!.....You and
your little friend Walsh left me in that room all alone. It took me days
to escape that god forsaken place. I had to crawl through the desert
like a snake, till finally i summoned help. Now it is your turn to
suffer, and suffer you shall! After we force you to give up your code,
me and my team are going to recreate the pain you caused me!" And with
that, the hooded cloak the woman is wearing drops to the floor and
Kimberley is suddenly gripped with sheer terror.
"Oh fuck!......Oh god no!......It can't be!......Please no!" Screams
Kimberley as she looks the woman's naked, mutilated body up and down. It
is without doubt The Vixen, or at least what is left of her. Her two
legs are now just stumps with prosthetic limbs attached to them. While
where her left hand used to be, was now just a sharp looking hook. Every
inch of her body was horrifically scarred with burns. Her hair, nose and
ears were all melted away and it was only now Kimberley realized just
how much trouble herself and her team were in.
"I have dreamed about this day for three long years spy! For three long
years i have planned out in detail what i was going to do to that taut,
sexy body of yours. Tomorrow you are going to scream like you have never
screamed before. You and your team are going to discover just how wicked
and cruel my Doctor can be! You my dear! Have been a very.... very...
naughty little girl"
Panic starts to set in on the young Agent and she starts to pull and
kick out in a futile attempt to break free of her bondage. But it was no
use! She wasn't going anywhere as The Vixen once again leaves her alone
with the perverted Zelda. Kimberley hangs there in silence as her German
tormentor starts to wheel a trolley with a strange looking device placed
upon it, towards her. Although she did not know what it was, she knew it
was to be attached to her breasts by the two suction cups protruding
from each side of the sinister looking box. Each cup was attached to the
device by a long clear pipe and a large cylinder had been placed on the
bottom shelf of the trolley, directly below the strange machine that had
now started whirring into life.
"What are you going to do to me now! You dyke bitch?" Screams Kimberley.
"Mmmmm....Don't worry my child nothing painful, i am merely going to
milk you!" Says Zelda as she offer's the cups up to her breasts, letting
the suction do the rest.
"Urrrggghhh! Your fucking sick, why are you doing this to me? Cries
Kimberley as the cups form a perfect seal around her breasts and start
to slowly pump away at her most womanly of glands.
"We're doing this to you because genuine breast milk is a very expensive
delicacy Miss Jones! We have clients willing to spend huge amounts of
money for your liquid gold! Normally we have to use pregnant women for
this procedure however through a course of drugs, we have managed to
perfect the process on non-pregnant subjects. For the next twelve hours
we're going to drain you dry! Because after The Doctor has finished with
you, your breasts will never produce milk again!"
"What drugs you freak?"
"What did you think those supplements you and your team were given in
Pakistan were? Ha ha, surely you noticed your breast's becoming more
swollen and sensitive"
"Bitch! Fucking bitch, i swear to god you won't get away with this!
Urrrgghhh!" Snarls Kimberley cleary upset at what was happening to her.
"Your threats mean nothing here spy, we only listen to your screams!"
Declares Zelda as she walks towards the intercom system. "Madam Heidi!
Send in our two male guests!"
Kimberley listens intently as she hears the voices of what sound like a
couple of South American men approaching the Dungeon door. Her mind
races, thinking of who they might be, and if she even knew them at all.
But judging by how her night had gone so far there was a good chance of
her not only knowing them, but them bearing a personal grudge against
her. Kimberley does not have to wait long before the Dungeon door fly's
open and her heart sinks as a familiar voice booms out.
"Hey Bitch! Remember us?"
"How could i forget!.........Hows business amigos?......Hows
pop's?......Oh yer, i nearly forgot, he's dead! Isn't he!" Replies
Kimberley in a sarcastic tone.
Kimberley's night was going from bad to worse. The two men that had
entered the dungeon were leaders of a Columbian drugs Cartel she had
helped smash. It was over two years ago she had infiltrated their gang
posing as a mexican hooker, complete with dyed black hair and brown
contact lenses. Fluent in Spanish and skilled in the art of
manipulation, it was not long before the young Angel Agent gained their
trust and helped to smash the billion dollar a year illegal business,
that was flooding north America with high quality narcotics. The Cartel
was ran by their father, whom she had tortured and killed in front of
them, and the two brother's were more than slightly upset by this. They
were both dressed in typical South American style, white chino's, loose
fitting linen shirts and plenty of gold on show to complement their
olive skin and black greased back hair. Pablo the older of the two
brothers sported a large seventies style mustache, while Pedro the
younger and slimmer of the two was clean shaven.
"You know! Business is not to good at the moment. But Madam Vixen and
Madam Zelda here, have promised us that after tomorrow night, the good
times are set to roll again. Hey! You look different since i last seen
you. I preferred the dark latino look on you! What do you think Pedro?"
Sneer's Pablo in his deep Columbian accent as he starts to stroke the
helpless American woman's hair.
"I think she's got a mouth thats just asking to be fucked hard!" Replies
Pedro as he unbuttons his trouser's.
"I guarantee you pencil dicked fagot's! Anything you put in my mouth
won't be coming out in one piece!"
"Oh i beg to disagree Miss Jones!" Says Zelda as she dangles a large
ring gag in front of the defiant spy. "Gentleman, hold her head for me!"
The two men seize kimberley by the head. Pablo roughly grabbing two hand
fulls of her long blond hair, while Pedro uses one hand to grab her nose
and the other to pull her jaws apart to allow Zelda's ring gag to be
fitted. For five long minutes she resists their attempt's to open her
mouth, till finally Pablo loses patience and slaps her so hard that it
renders her un-conscious. Kimberley awaken's to find her mouth forced
wide open by the highly uncomfortable ring gag and the two Columbian's
standing in front of her, naked! Their penises twitching and erect, only
inches away from her beautiful gaping mouth. The dungeon echos with the
sound of howling laughter as they start to rub their foul smelling,
sweaty cock's across her face. While Zelda places her booted foot
painfully on the young womans juicy pussy and starts to apply pressure
upon it.
"Not so tough now are you spy? Hisses Zelda as she starts to roll her
foot around on Kimberley's still moist vagina, Causing an embarrassing
squelching noise. As she continues to moan and groan in her highly
uncomfortable and humiliating bondage.
"Now gentlemen i trust The Vixen has gone through the rules with you,
however i will remind you! The prisoner is not to be harmed, any broken
bones or visible marks are strictly forbidden. The milking apparatus
attached to the prisoners breasts is not to be tampered with in any way
shape or form. And last but certainly not least! Under no circumstances
is she to be freed from her Cradle. Failure to adhere to these rules
will have serious repercussions. Enjoy your night boys, i will return in
twelve hours! And remember, we will be watching!"
And with that Zelda leaves Kimberley alone with the Columbian's, who
waste no time in introducing her tonsils to their hardened penises. For
the next twelve hours Kimberley is repeatedly raped, she hangs there
coughing and spluttering as her mouth, nose and eyes are sprayed with
their hot semen, time and time again, till finally they have nothing
left! All their gentleman's juice was now dripping off the face and out
of the mouth of the CIA's top agent. Kimberley's utter humiliation was
complete. Even if her mouth wasn't clamped open, she would still find it
hard to speak after what had happened to her. She had been stripped,
whipped and degraded like never before. Forced to pleasure two men she
despised, betrayed by a fellow Angel! It had not been a good day for the
Colonel, and it was about to get a whole lot worse.
* * *
CASSY'S TORMENT
* * *
During the most part of Kimberleys humiliation young Cassy had been
watching from her cell in agonizing pain. The steel wrist manacles had
begun to bite, and her calf's felt like they were on fire, due to
standing on her tip toes for so long. Cassy hung there waiting in
anticipation as she watched the Columbians reduce her friend to nothing
more than a cum bucket. Cassy like all Angels had been taught to resist
torture in the Academy, but after watching what was happening to the
Colonel she was starting to realize that all her training would count
for nothing here. Thanks to The Vixen's and Alexa's treachery, all their
Angel training was being used against them.
Cassy had been hanging there alone for about twelve hours, hand's numb
from the manacles, her legs in agony! When the cell door flung open and
two very unwanted guests paid her a visit. It was Zelda and The Vixen!
Zelda is still dressed in her revealing body stocking while The Vixen
was wearing her cloak, but without the hood. Allowing young Cassy a good
look at Kimberley's and Sammi's handy work. The two women start to
circle the nervous teen as once again she start's to pull at her
restraints in a futile attempt to break free. Cassy had witnessed the
depths of their depravity and was terrified, but buried her true
emotions deep beneath a tirade of barbed insults towards her would be
tormenters.
"Hey nice body stocking, wrinkles! It really shows off your saggy
tit's!.........Hey! You over there, freddie krugers love child! Whats
your story?........Didn't anyone tell you the burned melted look was
soooo last year!..........You two must be a big hit with the guy's! I
mean, what red blooded male wouldn't want a hundred year old dominatrix,
and a hook handed, bald headed stunner, such as yourself!..........You
two must be fighting the guys off with sticks!"
While The Vixen found Cassy's gallows humour quite amusing, Zelda was
furious. She wasn't used to being insulted! Especially by chained up,
half naked teenagers and marches over and punches the straining teen in
her mid-rift. Cassy gasps as the blow wind's her and she moans and
groans as Zelda painfully graps her by her breasts and starts to
squeeze, hard!
"Got anything to say now! Smart ass?" Sneers Zelda as she starts to
twist young Cassy's firm breasts aggressively, till they spill out of
her lacy bra, and deform beneath her strong masculine fingers.
"Arrrggghhh......Fuck you!" Cries Cassy, grimacing in pain.
"That's enough Zelda! Leave the young lady alone!" Orders The Vixen in
an assertive tone.
"If you insist!" Says Zelda as she release's Cassy from her cruel grasp.
"Now miss Clark let me introduce myself to you! My name is Anna White!
And believe it or not, i once was an Angel agent myself. Much of your
training you received in Palomar, was training i put in place over
twenty years ago. I wrote the book on mission protocol, everything you
ever learned was devised by me! I know all of your strengths, and all of
your weaknesses!
Three years ago your two little friends downstairs did this to me
and soon i will take my revenge upon them. However, i have no quarrel
with you miss Clark! All i want from you, is for your co-operation! Help
me and my organization defeat the Angels, and we will shower you with
unimaginable wealth. I warn you though miss Clark, i make this offer
only once! Join me and together we can become more powerful than any two
bit Agency! After we have defeated the Angels we will round up the
British M.I.6, soon every government will fear us, every terrorist cell
be in our pocket......Well! Miss Clark whats it to be then?"
"Wow! Did you stay up all night rehearsing that speech. Maybe if you and
wrinkles over there, spent more time and money on decent wigs, and
plastic surgery! You wouldn't look like you've just stepped off the set
of The Rocky horror picture show!....Now listen up baldy, because i will
say this only once!......You and droopy tits, can go and fuck yourselfs!
In fact, why don't you use your hook to fuck yourselfs with!"
"A foolish decision miss Clark! A foolish decision indeed! Zelda, teach
this young woman some manners!"
With that Zelda marches over to a switch on the wall and presses it down
sharply. Cassy starts convulsing wildly as a strong electric current is
passed through her body via her steel wrist manacles. She screams out in
agony and shakes violently as Zelda watches on! Cackling like a witch,
as young Cassy's eyes roll into the back of her head, as she passes out
from the pain.
"Zelda! Take her down to the Dungeon, it should be free! Those pigs
surely must have finished with Jones by now! If not, take her to the
second dungeon and put her in the stocks!"
"Certainly Madam Vixen! And i assure you, i will teach this bitch the
meaning of the word respect"
Cassy comes round from her shocking ordeal to find herself forcibly bent
over an ancient looking bench. Her head and wrists secured in a pillory,
her ankles fastened through the stocks on the floor. The whole
contraption looked of medieval origin. The wooden panels were worn
smooth where her head and wrists fitted through, due to centuries of
victims skin chaffing against them. Her ankles are spread about 3ft
apart, locked tightly in the sturdy looking stocks that were padlocked
shut. Her shirt and bra had been removed, and the only clothing she wore
were her black nylons that had slightly wrinkled at the back of her knees.
After initially trying to pull her limbs free of the deviant
contraption, she starts to survey her surroundings. She is being held in
a small dimly lit dungeon, which is situated next to where Kimberley is
being abused. In the background she can hear raucous laughter booming
out as her friend is humiliated, over and over again. Anger and
frustration build up inside the teenager, the thought of what those pigs
were doing to the Colonel sickened her! That was no way a proud warrior
should end up, coughing and spluttering as she is force fed a diet of
cocks and semen!
Cassy had been locked in the Stocks and Pillory for about a hour, when
the howls of laughter and groans eventually died down from next door,
and she could hear those bastards leaving. Panic set in as she heard
them approaching her cell door but to her relief, they walk on by, still
boasting and laughing at what they had just done to the leader of the
fabled Angel team. Cassy once again tries to pull her wrists and ankles
free of the wooden panels and calls out to kimberley.
"Kimberley!.....Kimberley!.... Can you hear me?" She cries.
But there was no answer, she was either unconscious or dead! Cassy was
going to have to get out of this on her own. But no matter how hard she
pulled against her restraints she could not break free. The wooden
antique held firm as she fought against it in the dark and damp sinister
looking Dungeon. Although the position she was being held in left her
butt and pussy open for attack, compared to the way she was being held
upstairs she was in relative comfort. The wooden panels although
inescapable, did not have the same bite as the steel manacles, and due
to her being able to rest her weight on her stomach, her calfs were
given a much needed rest.
Cassy had just started to relax in her unbreakable bondage when the
dungeon door slowly creaked open. Cassy had been strategically placed
facing away from the door and with her head locked tightly in the
Pillory, was not able to see who was approaching from behind. While she
could not see who was behind her, she could hear full well. It appeared
to be a woman in tall stiletto's, her steps were tentative and
deliberate, almost as if she was struggling to actually walk, and this
drew Cassy to the conclusion that the Vixen had come to teach her a lesson.
"Is that you peg leg?...... I thought i told you and wrinkles to go fuck
yourselfs!" Sneers Cassy in a confident tone. But Cassy was petrified,
and shuffles from foot to foot in nervous anticipation of what her
tormentor had in store for her. Her mind starts racing as the thought of
the hook handed Vixen, abusing her exposed genitalia sickened her. But
it was not the Vixen who stood behind her!
Cassy listens intently as the woman walks slowly around to where her
head is secured and stands directly in front of the straining teen. She
looks the woman up and down and cannot believe what she see's! Standing
before her is Sammi! Once again she is wearing the highly uncomfortable
ballerina bondage boots and black sheer seamed stockings. Her neck is
fitted with a large collar, as are her wrists, and her nipples and clit
are still attached to the control chains. Her body is adorned with what
looks like some type of kinky swimming costume, various rings held
together with thin straps of black patent leather that dug into her
flesh. Her golden tan had long gone, and instead her skin was deathly
pale. Her long dark hair slicked back into a tight pony tail, her
luscious lips now coated with black lip stick. Were she had resembled
Megan fox, she now looked like an extra in a Marilyn Manson video!
"Sammi!......Thank fuck!........Quick get me out of this thing, before
they come back. They've got Kimberley next door, hurry!" Screams Cassy.
But Sammi stays silent and simply leans down and gently presses her
finger against Cassy's mouth, gesturing her to be quiet. Cassy's
confusion grows even greater, when instead of undoing the padlocks on
the contraption holding her so tightly in place. Sammi walks to her rear
and kneels down, then slowly starts to massage her aching calf muscles,
firmly kneading them between her thumb and index finger. Although
Sammi's fingers felt great, this was not the time for relaxation, and
Cassy felt more than a little uncomfortable, that her friends face was
so close to her naked pussy.
"Hey!......Quick fucking about and get me out of this thing!"
But Sammi stayed silent, as her hands slowly made their way up the back
of young Cassy's nylon clad legs. The teenagers discomfort grew with
every inch Sammi's fingers crept up, and every second she failed to
respond to her requests. By now she had stopped the massaging and was
gently stroking the tops of Cassy's thighs, where her Stockings
finished. Her fingers now tantalisingly close to her more intimate,
delicate parts. Cassy can now feel Sammi's hot breath gently blowing on
her sex and starts to pull against the Stocks that were holding her legs
so firmly in place, but it was no use! She wasn't going anywhere without
Sammi's help, and Sammi's odd behaviour was about to get a whole lot
stranger.
"Sammi stop acting weird and get me the fuck out of this thing! Hurry
they'll be back any minute!.................Urrrgghhhh! Oh fuck, what
the fuck do you think your doing?......Fuck!....Sammi stop it you
freak!" Screams Cassy as she starts bucking and jerking her body wildly.
Sammi had used her hands to part Cassy's tanned, toned butt cheeks even
further apart, and was gently rolling her tongue around her tight little
butt hole. Cassy cant believe what is happening to her, and tries in
vain to wiggle her butt out of Sammi's grasp, but the bench and Stocks
keep her bent over helpless, as the intimate tongue attack continues on
her puckered little hole. Cassy is filled with feeling's of both disgust
and fear as to what was happening to her. Sammi was more than a friend,
she was like her older sister! Cassy's eyes well up as she is overcome
with emotion as the woman who used to pick her up from high school, and
offer a shoulder to cry on when she had guy trouble, was now using her
tongue to clean her stickiest of holes.
By now Cassy was in hysterics, bent over helpless, sobbing
uncontrollably as the woman she regarded as her big sister, humiliated
her! Sammi's tongue had now slipped down to her tight little pussy and
was gently lapping away at it. She used her fingers to part her lips,
then furiously began to tongue her perfectly presented clitoris. Tears
of anger stream down the young Agents face hardly able to believe what
is happening to her. She had expected to be tortured and humiliated, but
this was worse! She continued to call out to Sammi, begging her to stop,
but Sammi couldn't!.........She dared not stop!
Before Sammi had entered the Dungeon, Zelda had summoned her to her
office. Sammi was allowed to roam the castle free. As stated before,
each room and corridor was monitored by cctv, and her every move was
watched 24 hours a day. Sammi had to obey whatever she was ordered to
do, or her Stinger was remotely activated. The pain was simply
unbearable, during her week at Wolf-castle she had lost count at how
many times it had been activated. She was forced to do the most
disgusting things imaginable on a daily basis. Over the course of the
week they had slowly broke the spirit of the young woman. But Zelda and
The Vixen wanted nothing less than total and utter humiliation for her
and her team! And they used Sammi's and Cassy's friendship to their
advantage.
Sammi had been told that she had exactly 20 minutes to bring her young
friend to a shuddering orgasm! Failure to complete this task would
result in not only herself receiving a great deal of pain, but Cassy
suffering agonizing pain too. But as a devilish twist she was told under
no circumstances was she to communicate with Cassy! She was to enter the
Dungeon and use nothing but her finger's and tongue to pleasure the
helpless teen. Sammi was distraught at what they were making her do, but
she had no choice. She had to make Cassy cum!
Sammi had been lapping away furiously for 15 minutes, hoping against
hope, for Cassy to start to give out tell tale signs of an impending
orgasm. But all she could hear, was her friend whimpering away begging
her to stop. During her enforced stay at Wolf-castle she had licked
pussy on a daily basis, and every single one, tasted a thousand times
more unpleasant, than Cassy's sweet smelling pussy, but this sickened
her the most! Not be able to tell her friend, why she was doing what she
was doing was like a dagger in her heart.
Sammi was now into the final 2 minutes of her allotted time, and tears
had now started to stream down her face as she began to realize that her
time was almost up. She was not going to be able to save her friend from
the terrible abuse that was promised, and she was overwhelmed with
guilt. As a final desperate attempt to gain a response, she starts to
flick her tongue at almost super sonic speed on Cassy's slowly
stiffening bud. But its to little to late and as the buzzer sounds
signalling that her time had ran out, her Stinger is remotely activated
rendering her unconscious once again.
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