BDSM Library - Story: The Fallen Angel, Chapter: Part 4

THE FALLEN ANGEL PART 4

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Sammi slumps to the floor coming to rest to the rear of Cassy, as a whisper of smoke rises from her frazzled sex. Once again the Stinger had done its job, reducing one of the worlds top spies to nothing more than a dungeon gimp. Cassy continues to whimper away in a confused state, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. During her short stint as an Angel Agent she had experienced some pretty surreal moments, but being tongue raped by a woman she considered to be her older sister topped the lot.

Cassy continues to call out to Sammi in a desperate attempt to awaken her from her pain induced sleep, but it was no use, the Stinger had stung! Sammi just lay there in silence, the only noise comes from the thin patent leather straps that adorn her body, straining as her chest rises and falls with each breath. Sammi had been squeezed into her ridiculously tight costume over 5 days ago. For 5 long days her legs had been crammed into the nylon and leather prisons that shod her feet. The thin leather straps of her kinky costume painfully parted her sex and dug deep into her flesh. Sammi not only acted like the dungeon gimp, she looked the part too!

It's not long before the two girls are joined in the dreaded dungeon by a third party, however this guest had the girls at a disadvantage as she was neither unconscious or restrained. The dungeon door creaks open and a familiar cackling laugh breaks out from the doorway, its was Zelda!

"Ha Ha! Whats the matter spy, did i disturb you and Miss Walsh's little party? You looked like you were enjoying yourself there, slut! Would you like me to finish what Miss Walsh started?" Sneers the now latex clad Zelda as she swaggers towards the helpless teen.

"What have you done to her, you sick old hag?" Screams Cassy.

"Nothing permanent my dear! Just a little tool we like to use to teach obedience in the Dungeon. We have many tools we like to use to train new slaves and believe me child! You will get to know them intimately during your long stay at Wolf-Castle. Hey! You really do have a smart ass don't you spy!" Says Zelda as she steps over the prone Sammi and drops a bag of sex toys on the floor next to where Cassys ankles are secured. Cassy winces as Zelda pour's the contents of a bottle of lubricant onto the small of her back and lets the cool liquid run down the crack of her butt. She gasps as Zelda starts to use her finger to run the lube gently around the rim of her twitching butt hole, then slowly help's ease the liquid into the groaning teens rectum. Cassy bucks and pulls against the Stocks and Pillory as Zelda first uses one finger, then two, then three to abuse the Agents aching butt hole. Zelda's intrusive fingers sink deeper and deeper into the young spy, slowly slipping in and out of the well lubed hole. Cassy is speechless with shock as to what is happening to her, and is stretched to breaking point as the sadistic German slips another finger up her ever widening hole.

Cassy's quick wit and sharp tongue were literally coming back to bite her on the ass, as Zelda continues her incredibly painful attack on her rectal passage. She hops and shuffles from foot to foot as Zelda slips her thumb into her sex and starts to make claw like pinching movements with her buried hand, as if she were picking up a bowling ball. The pain is simply unbearable as Zelda pinches harder and harder, making poor Cassy pay for verbally abusing her upstairs. Her long talon like nails make the ordeal all the more horrendous for the young spy as they dig deep into her delicate flesh. She cries out begging for mercy but that just seems to encourage her tormentor even more as she furiously claws away at poor Cassy's rear end.

"Whats the matter poppet! Cat got your tongue? You normally have something clever to say, don't you spy?" Hisses Zelda as she forces her fingers even deeper into the teenager's rectum, forcing lube to spray out and slowly run down the back of her stocking clad thighs.

"Arrrgghhh! Bitch, you fucking sick bitch i swear to fucking god, Arrrggghhhh! Sammi help me! Pleeeease" Cries Cassy. But Sammi was still out cold, and Cassy was completely at the mercy of Zelda's evil fingers. Up until that point Zelda had only used one hand to abuse the teen, but that was about to change. Cassy groans once more, as Zelda starts to use her free hand to massage the lube into the folds of her sex. As with her rectum, one finger slides up, then two, then three till finally Cassy is impaled on Zelda's fists. The pain is simply excruciating as the cruel German begins to pump her fists back and forth, furiously clawing away deep inside poor Cassy's writhing body as if she was a sadistic puppeteer. The 'machine like' pumping continues for about 10 minutes, till Zelda collapses exhausted on the floor as her hands slowly slip out of Cassy's slippery holes. She lays on the floor next to the still unconscious Sammi, panting and wheezing trying to regain her breath after the rigorous fisting session. Cassy just whimpers away, unable to speak due to the shock as to what had just happened to her. She had never known such cruelty, she had experienced pain and humiliation like never before. No amount of training could have prepared her for what the vindictive Zelda had done to her.

While Cassy was having the worst day of her life, Zelda in contrast, was in lesbian heaven. In the space of 24 hours, 3 of the worlds most beautiful women had been hers to use and abuse. She had got to act out all her deepest most depraved fantasy's on the helpless Angel agents. She sits up and her eyes scan over her two magnificent prizes. To her right is Sammi, gently breathing as her chest strains against her restrictive costume. To her left is Cassy, still trying to pull her ankles through the stocks in a futile attempt to break free. Zelda's bud starts to stiffen as she watches the teenagers toned legs fighting against the restraints, her black stockings clinging to every curve as lubricant leaks out of her sticky holes and makes its way down her long legs towards her dainty feet.

Zelda had changed out of her body stocking and had slipped on a black latex cat suit complimented with a pair of spike heeled ankle boots. Cassy's jibes about her sagging breasts must have struck a nerve with the older woman, as the cat suit was not as risque as the previous outfit she wore. There were no revealing panels cut away, much to her dismay as she began to get excited watching young Cassy's struggles. Zelda sat there frustrated, rubbing her crotch cursing the decision to wear the one piece suit unable to relieve herself of her sexual urges. However it is not long before she takes out her frustrations on poor Cassy.

Zelda rises to her feet and walks round to where Cassy's head and wrists are secured in the pillory. Although the two women had been together in the dungeon for some time now, this was the first time they had been face to face since the holding cell upstairs, where Cassy was less than complementary about Zelda's fading looks.

"Mmmm, that's much better! I seem to have wiped that cocky smile from your face Miss Clark!" Says Zelda, as she bends down and starts to gently stroke Cassy's beautiful tear stained face. "Now my dear it is time for your interrogation! I am going to ask you a series of questions concerning national security, starting with your 16 digit Angel access code, and i warn you Miss Clark! Failure to answer my questions correctly will result in me returning to your rear end, with my special trolley over there!"

Cassy glances over towards the trolley in horror. On it, lay an array of medical instruments that looked still dirty from the last time they were used. There was a selection of vaginal and rectal clamps sitting beside rows of scalpel's and probes. The whole trolley was a tribute to pain and suffering, and Cassy was beginning to regret antagonizing Zelda, who took great delight in wheeling the dreaded trolley towards her. Cassy stayed silent and watches on in disgust as Zelda picks up a speculum and began to use her tongue to clean the sinister looking device, still stained with Sammi's stale and sticky cunt juices. Cassy never takes her eyes of her evil tormentor as she rolls her tongue around the cold steel of the large intrusive clamp, and her toes curl at the thought of the filthy instrument being forced into her body sickened her.

Unlike Sammi's interrogation, Zelda was not really interested in whether she managed to obtain Cassy's access code or not. Cassy's security clearance was not high enough to be of any use to any foreign agencies, so the breaking of Miss Clark was considered to be just a bit of fun for Zelda. After cleaning the Speculum, the German picks up a rectal clamp and Cassy's heart sinks as both objects are taken to her rear. Her legs begin to tremble as her stockings are peeled down to below her knees and she listens intently as Zelda begins to rummage around in her bag of sex toys.

"Get away from me you freak!" Screams Cassy as tears once again begin to form and stream down from her beautiful blue eyes. Cassy is terrified and this time she is not able to hide her emotions from Zelda. Being abused with tongues and fingers was one thing, being abused with scalpel's and clamps was a different thing all together. Cassy winces as the Speculum is slowly slid up her well lubed sex, she then grimaces in pain as it is opened up, forcing her Vagina to dilate by 3 inches. Although the pain is not that great compared to the fisting session she had just endured, it was what was to come what terrified her most.

Its not long before poor Cassy's legs buckle as the next clamp is slid into her body, this time it is the rectal clamp that causes the discomfort. Zelda carefully adjusts it, creating a golf ball sized hole allowing a tantalizing look deep into the American girls bowels. Cassy just hangs her head in silence trying to come to terms with what was happening to her body. Zelda now had the young spy exactly where she wanted her, and more importantly she had the young spies clit exactly where she wanted it, exposed and ready for abuse. Zelda had not forgotten how Cassy ridiculed her upstairs and she intended to take her revenge on young Cassy's delicate bud, whether she talked or not.

"Mmmm, your access code, Miss Clark! Give it to me!"

"Urrrggghhhh, fuck you bitch! I ain't telling you shit!" Comes Cassy's reply, as once again she bucks wildly against the ancient wooden contraption holding her so firmly in place.

"I was hoping you would say that! Now lets see if i can change your mind."

Zelda marches towards where Cassy's head and wrists where secured and drags the trolley out of sight to her rear. Panic starts to descent on the helpless teen as the old saying 'out of sight, out of mind' just didn't ring true in this instance. She positions herself directly behind Cassy's gaping holes and picks her tool of choice from the dreaded trolley. She picks up a harmless looking probe about 6 inches in length, chrome of finish and begins to slide the blunted tip of it, in and out of her spread open sex. Cassy winces with each stroke as the probe entered her body. She stays silent waiting in nervous anticipation as to what Zelda had planned for her, she does not have to wait long to find out.

The sliding action soon stops as Zelda pulls the probe clear of Cassy's sex and hovers it above her clitoris, pausing for a moment before delivering its painful bite. Zelda clicks a switch and the probe springs into life as an arc of electricity shoots out of the end and begins to dance on Cassy's delicate bud. The pain is simply excruciating as Cassy gasps in horror as to what is happening to her. The smell of burning flesh soon fills the dungeon air, and the American shakes violently in her bondage, unable to break free as she starts screaming for mercy. But Zelda's cruel attack continued as she passes the destructive arc over her most delicate areas before finally inserting it down her rectum.

"Do you feel like talking yet my dear?" Sneers Zelda as she starts to make circular movements with the probe, much the same way you would stir your spoon in a cup of coffee.

"Arrgghhhhh! Wait, wait pleeeease! I'll talk, please stop." Begs Cassy, her body contorting and squirming in the fiendish device that had her trapped so tightly.

"Very well my pretty! What is it you would like to tell me?" Hisses Zelda, as a devious smile broke across her face.

"I I I would just like to say! That your a fucking ugly old dinosaur and i ain't telling you shit! Now go and fuck yourself droopy tits!"

Zelda has no reply, and shows no emotion! She just forces the probe further down Cassy's rectum and releases it. Cassy's screams echo through the dungeon walls as she tries to shake the probe free as her lower intestines begin to burn. Zelda then picks up the tool they called 'The Wand' and began to dab it on her exposed clit. The red hot tip makes a hissing sound as it comes into contact with the helpless teens most sensitive of places. Cassy's eyes start to roll and she starts to slump as the pain becomes unbearable. She is about to pass out when the inter-com buzzer starts sounding furiously for Zelda to contact control.

"What is it you fools? Can't you see am busy with a prisoner! Screams Zelda at the surveillance camera that was watching her every move.

"Have you ever thought that just maybe they were trying to warn you, that there was a mighty pissed, un-restrained Angel Agent stood behind you Miss Wilderstein!"

"Wha, What?" Stutters Zelda as she reaches down towards the bag of sex toys.

"Looking for this! Bitch!" Sneered the now conscious Sammi with her Stingers remote control placed firmly in her hand. Zelda does not even get a chance to answer before Sammi plants her booted foot hard across her face knocking her out instantly. She then picks up a nearby set of bolt cutters and gets to work on the padlocks holding her young friend in place. Cassy gasps as the final lock is removed and she falls away from the bench, slumping exhausted on the floor next to Zelda. Cassy just lay there sobbing, before reaching down and pulling the intrusive instruments from her aching body. Sammi on the other hand had only one thing on her mind, revenge!

For the last seven days Sammi had been Zelda's personal play-thing! For seven long days she had been made to pleasure and obey the sadistic Zelda and her cronies on a daily basis. Sammi stands above her un-conscious tormenter, her feet astride of her lifeless head, never taking her eyes off the security camera that was watching her every move. Sammi knew full well, Zeldas friends would be watching, and stands triumphantly above her defeated foe, before delivering her 'coup de grace'. She lifts her foot up sharply, before bringing the long stilettoed heel of her ballerina boot crashing down on Zelda's eye socket, killing her instantly.

"Now that's what i call fucking poetic justice! She screams at the camera, as she pull's her boot free from Zelda's skull. Cassy get your shit together, we're getting out of this dump!"

Zelda had made a deadly error! Under no circumstances were the Stinger and the remote control, ever to be in the same room together. Zelda knew this but had grew complacent forgetting what Sammi was, a trained killer! Something both the Doctor and The Vixen had warned her about, and she had paid for her mistake with her life. Sammi sits on the floor and starts to pull at the laces of her blooded boots. She knew she didn't have long before dozens of armed guards descended on her and Cassy, and the boots would slow her down. Cassy gingerly rises to her feet before looking down at Zelda's lifeless body and spitting upon it. Cassy had wanted to make Zelda suffer for what she had done to her, but time was of the essence and she understood why Sammi had to kill her quickly. Sammi eventually pulls her boots free and groans with relief, as she starts to flex and stretch her ankles and toes. She had been forced to wear the highly uncomfortable bondage boots for five pain laden days, and her feet had become numb and unresponsive.

Cassy helps pick Sammi up as she struggles to stand. Her sweat drenched, stocking clad feet drag along the dungeon floor, as the two girls make their way next door to free the Colonel from her dreadful bondage, but unbeknown to them, the Colonel was gone! Colonel Kimberley Jones was now the Doctors special guest in his surgery! And was about to begin her descent into hell!

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ANGEL BREAK-OUT

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Kimberley awakens naked and strapped to the infamous 'Table of truth,' or at least a variation of it. As she slowly comes round from the strong sedative she had been given by her Columbian tormentors, she began to scan her surrounding. Although her field of vision is limited due to the panel her head is secured through, she can see well enough to realize she is in some type of surgery, and a whole lot of trouble. The walls and floor are white and sterile, and there are various trolleys and Tables finished in chrome and stainless steel. Her eyes strain as they come to terms with the blindingly bright lights that illuminated the large, cold room. Dotted on the wall in front of her is a collection of framed photograph's and certificates, but she was to far away and still to groggy to see if she recognised any of the faces that adorned the walls.

After scanning the room she began to test her bonds, gently rolling her wrists and ankles against the thick leather straps, holding her so tightly in place. She is being held in exactly the same way Sammi had been secured, in the highly uncomfortable splits position, with her wrists secured about 3 ft apart and pulled up high behind her back, forcing her chest to leave the cold hard table. The table only varied slightly from the contraption that had held Sammi so tightly in place by a few minor details. Where the table in the dungeon had a ancient, medieval look to it, this had a far more sinister autopsy feel to it. Although the same in basic design, the table top which she lay on, had various strategically placed drain holes upon it. There was also power points dotted along the side paneling of the stainless steel finished table,and the table top had a slight edge to it which would stop any liquids leaking from it, to the spotlessly clean white tiled floor below.

Kimberley lay there struggling and straining on the table, pulling against her restraints as the doctor sat to her rear in complete silence. The American had been cleaned up before being strapped to the table, and was back to looking her best. The front of her blond mane had been tied up and pulled back into a small pony tail, allowing a good look at her beautiful face, while the rest of her hair hung down covering her ears, gently coming to rest on the table top below. As with Sammi, her head is secured about 6 inches from the table by the steel panel which her neck is placed in. The steel panel had two main functions, the first being to keep the prisoners head exactly where the interrogator wanted it, the second being to limit the prisoners field of view. Kimberley knew she wasn't getting off the table without help, she also knew help was unlikely to arrive any time soon. The fate of the whole Angel team rested on her ability to resist against the man widely regarded as the worlds best interrogator.

Although kimberley had been captured and tortured many times before, this was by far the most terrified she had been in her whole life. In the past she could always count on her fellow Angels coming to her rescue, but this time she was going to have to get out of this mess on her own. As soon as she awoke with her legs splayed wide open, she knew which part of her body would be receiving special treatment. Her legs had been stretched to perfection as the Doctor continued to sit there in silence, visually inspecting his prize. Kimberley was totally unaware of his presence and continues to fight and pull against her restraints. The Doctor watches on as her toned legs twitch and pull in the inescapable bondage. Minute, wispy blond hairs on her buttocks and inner thighs stand to attention, as the cool air causes her bronzed skin to come out in sexy goose pimples. Her breasts hang down towards the table shrunken from the intense milking session she had to endure, her nipples elongated to about an inch in length, due to the powerful suction cups that had been attached while draining her.

During the Doctors long and distinguished career, as first a gynecologist then deviant interrogator he had inspected, examined, and abused thousands of women's vaginas on a daily basis. However not one of them came close to matching the beauty of what lay before him. He thought Sammi's spread out sex was a work of art, but he is simply blown away by kimberley's tight little pussy. As with Sammi's, there was no pigment discoloration on the skin that surrounded her most delicate of areas. Her labia was unbelievably neat and tidy, almost as if it had never seen a cock in its life. The tip of her clit poked ever so slightly from under her prominent hood, creating an inviting target for the Doctor to abuse. But what set Kimberley's sex apart from any other he had seen, was the lack of pubic hair. There was no unsightly shaving cuts or waxing rashes, just an ever so slight line of dark hair rising from above her clit, about an inch and a half in length, cut in the Brazilian fashion.

Although the Doctor did gain pleasure from working on the genitalia of helpless young women, it was not sexual gratification he gained. The Doctor had not known sexual pleasure for over 10 years now, ever since an Angel team led by the young Alison Dearing captured and tortured him in one of their play-rooms. The Doctor had been working freelance for the Chinese goverment when one night he was bundled into the back of a van by Dearing and her team. He was taken to a nearby play-room and was stripped and hung by his wrists for days while Dearing led the interrogation. The Doctor was originally from East Germany but spent most of his career working in Russia for the K.G.B and it was details of his time spent there what Dearing wanted. After 3 days of abuse the Doctor eventually told the Angels what they wanted to know, but not before the late Alison Dearing castrated the helpless Doctor and laughed in his face while casually tossing his severed penis and scrotum to the side. The Doctor was released and vowed revenge, and many years later with The Vixens help he managed to take his revenge on every single Agent involved in his horrific torture.

The Doctor had been sat watching Kimberley struggle on the table for about half an hour, when he leans forward till his nose is barely an inch from her sex. He takes in the sweet aroma for several minutes before making his presence felt by gently blowing on her most intimate of areas. Kimberley pauses from fighting against her bonds as the Doctor continues to blow upon her vulnerable sex. Her mind races not knowing what the hell was happening to her, and what the strange sensation was. Its only when the Doctor coughs does she realize she is not alone.

"Wha, What! Who's there? What are you doing to me you freak, show yourself!" She stammers, as she starts to pull wildly once again against her restraints in a futile attempt to break free.

"Conserve your energy child. your going to need it!" Replies the Doctor as he starts to make his way towards kimberley's head.

"Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck do you want from me?" Sneers the American, as the Doctor came into view and takes a seat in front of her.

"Stop it with the games, Miss Jones! You know exactly what i want! You can save yourself a lot of unnesessary pain an suffering by revealing to me your 16 digit access code!"

"I'll say this slowly so you understand! Go and fuck yourself baldy-locks, i ain't telling you shit!" Says Kimberley, her voice trembling with hate and defiance, while flashing an icy stare at her German tormentor.

"I was hoping you would say that!" Replies the Doctor.

Meanwhile down stairs the guards were like lambs to the slaughter, as they descended on Sammi and Cassy's position. The two women had quickly disarmed the first wave of guards that had attacked them, and now not only were they free of bondage, but they were armed too. The sound of gun fire echoed through the castle walls as the girls turned the tables on their tormentors. The guards are no match for the highly trained Angel agents as they began their search for the Colonel, ruthlessly cutting down anyone who got in their way. The two girls decide to make their way to the castles control room. Sammi knew they would be able to de-activate the cctv system from there, taking away the Vixens tactical advantage over them. Sammi was also hoping that she may find some clues as to where the Colonel had been taken.

Cassy is still naked apart from her black stockings, and Sammi is still squeezed into her highly uncomfortable bondage costume, as they make their way towards the control room, meeting heavy resistance along the way. The two girls move quickly and silently along the dark corridors trying to keep out of the camera's view, but they eventually get pinned down by gun fire close to their target. The bullets ricochet off the walls around their heads as the guards make a desperate last stand outside the control room. They knew as well as the Angels knew, who ever controlled the control room, controlled Wolf-Castle, and were not letting it go without a fight.

"Cassy! Think you could fit through that vent up there?" Screams Sammi above the gun fire.

"Yeah, piece of cake! Why?"

"The other end of it comes out behind the guards! We'll be able to out flank them!

"Ok! Cover me." Says Cassy as she jumps up cat like, towards the vent and quickly disappears down it. Sammi sends a barrage of machine gun fire down towards the guards, then ducks down as it is returned with interest. The guards continue to pepper Sammi's position with gun fire as she waits for the deadly Cassy to strike. She does not have to wait long! One by one the guards slump to the floor as Cassy puts a bullet into each of their heads from behind. They didn't even see her coming, she just stealthily crept upon them and terminated them with 5 deadly shots. She calmly walks past the 5 lifeless bodies and make-shift barricade they had erected, and whistled to Sammi.

"Sammi you can come out now! They're all dead" She shouts, as smoke billows from the end of her gun.

Young Cassy was beginning to enjoy herself. These were the missions she loved! Running round killing bad guys was what she was trained to do. She hated the espionage side of the job with a passion! Cassy Clark wanted to know her enemy and kill them, she did not want to know her enemy and have to sleep with them to gain their trust. Sammi slowly walks up the corridor towards Cassy, who is casually leaning against the control room door, fixing her stockings waiting for her. Sammi is still struggling to walk as her feet come to terms with being free of the dreaded boots, and eventually joins her outside the control room.

"Well! what took you so long?" Says Sammi, as she playfully shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head in an inquisitive manner.

"Well, you know! I thought i'd give you time to catch up, since your no spring chicken any more!" Came the reply.

"Oooh, good answer! Well then, youth before beauty! You can go in first!"

"No thanks! The last time you were behind me, you stuck your tongue up my ass!"

"Don't push it Clark! Or i'll put my foot up your ass next time, and see how you like that!" Sneers Sammi as she barges past into the control room, clearly riled by Cassy's jibe.

The two girls start searching for Kimberley using the cctv system to track her down. The room is full of monitors watching every room in the castle, and the girls start to study them one by one. The castle seems to be deserted, most of the guards are either dead or have run away leaving the path clear to find Kimberley and get the 'hell otta dodge'. The girls scan through every camera in every room but its no use, they cant seem to find her anywhere. They started to wonder whether she was still alive at all, when they hear a whimper coming from under the table.

"Get the fuck out of there now!" Screams Sammi pointing her gun at the table from where the noise was coming from.

"Wait! Wait! Don't shoot, am just the Janitor. I heard the gun fire and hid in here! please i beg you don't shoot!" Whimpers a small, weedy man as he crawls from under the table.

The two girls tower above the frail looking man like a pair of Amazons. He just stands there trembling as they look him up and down trying to determine whether or not he is telling the truth. He looked to be in his late forties, about 5ft 2 in height and no more than 110 lbs with blond hair that flopped over his geeky looking spectacles.

"Cassy! Take your stockings off and use them to tie our friend here to that chair. I have a few questions for Mr Janitor that i need answering!"

Cassy takes the man by his tie and leads him over to the awaiting chair, and sits him down. She then uses his knee to rest her foot on, and slowly peels her stockings off, never taking her eyes off him. Sammi keeps her gun firmly pointed at him as Cassy pulls his arms around the back of the chair and uses one of her stockings to tie his wrists together. The man is terrified and starts to mumble away in his native German tongue as Cassy decides to straddle him from the front, his face coming to rest by her chest. Sammi began to circle him and the two girls start the 'good cop bad, cop routine' on him. Cassy starts to grind her naked crotch against his groin, while leaning forward gently kissing and whispering into the frightened mans ears. Sammi began screaming at him and angrily poking him with her gun. The two girls quickly reduce the meek man to tears, as Sammi continued to berate him.

"Where's the Colonel you weasel? I know you fucking know, so don't bull shit me! Where is she? She screams while jabbing him with her gun aggressively.

"I I I don't know! Please i am just here to clean the floors, and change the light bulbs. Please! I beg you don't hurt me, Zelda and Helga tell me nothing! I I am not even allowed down into the Dungeons!" He cries.

"We don't want to hurt you honey! We just want to find our friend! And if you help us, we'll be very grateful! Mmmm your cute!" Whispers Cassy in hushed baby tones, as she starts to slowly unbutton the mans trousers. The man bow's his head in shame, as Cassy pulls them down to his ankles. She then kneels before him and starts rubbing his thighs, her hands getting closer to his crotch with each sensual stroke. Never taking her eyes off him as she seductively bites her bottom lip. Sammi watches on in amusement as Cassy turns the terrified man into a gibbering wreck, playing with him like a cat would play with a mouse.

"Come on baby just tell us what you know! Or my nasty friend back there, is going to do nasty things to you!" Purr's Cassy.

"Please no! Please. All i know, was that i was not allowed into two places in the whole Castle! The Dungeon! And the Doctors surgery. That's all i know i beg you please, don't hurt me!"

"Fuck! That evil bastard has her! Cassy we need to find her right now! The Colonel is in deep trouble, bring him with us he's going to show us exactly where that bastards surgery is!"

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THE REUNION

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"Aaaarrrggghhh!" Screams Kimberley as the Doctor places her last remaining toe nail between the jaws of his chrome finished pliers and begins to pull hard. He has a sadistic grin on his face, as the nail first lifts, then rips free of her now blooded foot. As with the previous nine, he places the nail in military fashion in front of the helpless Agent who just lay there groaning, unable to resist the Doctor's abuse in any way shape or form. The table of truth had her exactly where the Doctor wanted her, and her body now belonged to him and his deviant tools, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Feel like talking yet my dear?" Inquires the Doctor.

"Am not telling you nothing, you sick bastard! So you might as well just kill me now!"

"Ha ha! Many nasty things are going to happen to you my child, however i can assure you, dying will not be one of them! The Vixen has paid extra money for you to be kept alive! We both know its only a matter of time before i break you, its just a question of how much pain you will spend that time in, and i predict a lot of pain for you my pretty! Now lets see if you can resist my pain pins."

Kimberley's heart sinks as the Doctor retrieves a tray of what look like acupuncture needles from the nearby table. He then takes great delight in showing them to the terrified spy, before disappearing out of sight to her rear end. The needles are about 6 inches in length, and she knew exactly where they were going.

She tries to concentrate and remember her training she learned as a cadet. But nothing she learned at Palomar could have prepared her for just how depraved her tormentor was. And as she tried to mentally transport herself to a warm, happy place! The Doctor brings her crashing back down to the dreaded table.

"Uuurrrgggghhh noooo!" She gasps, as her eyes start flickering wildly, as she flirts with unconsciousness from the excruciating pain that was emanating from between her legs.

The cruel Doctor had forced one of his pain pins into the side of her mound, where her leg met her body. The Doctor knew exactly where to attack for maximum effect and Kimberley was helpless as he repeated the process on her other side. This time she makes no sound, she just gasps in horror as to what is happening to her. Her eyes well up, as the frustration and pain get the better of her, as he continues his depraved attack upon her. If the first two needles pushed the hapless Angel to her limit, the next two send her flying past it. The Doctor uses his fingers to part her lips and pauses for a moment before slowly sliding his next needle up her urethra. Kimberley starts shaking violently in her bonds, her head rocks from side to side, her mouth gaping! As the evil Doctors needle pierces her bladder, causing a trickle of urine to leak out along it.

"Your access code Miss Jones give it to me. Give it to me now!" Snarls the Doctor in a menacing tone.

"Fuck you!" Came the reply.

"How long to you think you can last Miss Jones? A day, a week, a month? I will keep you on this fucking table for a year if necessary! You will tell me what i want to know spy!"

Kimberley again screams in pain as the Doctor slowly forces the 4th needle into her Perineum. The pain is simply horrendous and for the first time during her stay at Wolf-castle does she start thinking that she won't be able to hold out. But the Doctor and his pain pins are not finished with her yet. The evil Doctor forces another eight needles in all, into Kimberley's straining, writhing body as she just lay there screaming for mercy. Two are painfully forced into each of her feet. Pushed down between her toes till they reappeared by her heels. The rest were reserved for her breasts, by the time the Doctor had finished, Kimberley resembled a pin cushion.

"I think its time we had a little break Miss Jones!" Declared the Doctor as he removed his latex gloves as he heads for the door. Leaving Kimberley alone to contemplate her fate. However she is not left alone for long!

The young spy lay there sobbing in agony when she hears a familiar voice mocking her.

"Oh dear Kimberley you look a mess! Hope you dont mind, i borrowed your boots! Mmmm, Prada, excellent choice! Just my size too!" It was Alexa, and she was looking very pleased with herself as she approached Kimberley with her hands behind her back.

"You double crossing ginger troll! You have better pray i don't get out of this, cos believe me slut! What they do to me, will seem like child's play compared to what am going to do to you!"

"Ha ha! Have you any idea how pathetic your threats sound, while your strapped on that table. Have you any idea what that sick bastard back there has planned for you! I almost feel guilty about turning you in, now i know what is going to happen to you!"

"You fucking, ugly ginger bitch i swear to god i'll!" Screams kimberley's, as she spits at her tormentor.

"You'll do what? Spit at me? Face it Jones, your beaten and anyway i haven't come here to argue with you!"

"Then what did you come here for bitch?"

"A make-over of course, silly!" Smiles Alexa as she produces a pair of scissors and clippers from behind her back.

Alexa leans forward and starts snipping away maniacally at Kimberley's beautiful blond mane, as she tries to roll her head away in a hopeless attempt to avoid the unscheduled hair cut. This just seems to encourage Alexa more as she continues snipping away, as the surgery fills with the sound of her hysterical laughter. Kimberley eventually stops struggling and just hangs her head in shame, as her locks fall to the table below, landing on her removed toe nails. All that remains of her once glorious mane, is a boyish, scruffy mess which as a final humiliating act, Alexa shaves off till she is completely bald.

"Now bitch, what have you got to say about that!" Hisses Alexa as she strokes kimberleys newly cropped hair. "Red hair doesn't seem that bad after all, does it?"

"Fuck you!" whispers Kimberley unable to look Alexa in the eye no more.

"Ha ha! Now i must dash, i have got a plane to catch, and a whole lot of cash burning a hole in my pocket! Turning you in was a very lucrative deal for me, and a very pleasurable experience at that. But before i go i want to show you something! A little glimpse of your future, if you will!" Alexa turns on her heels and marches over to the wall that was adorned with the photos, and chooses a specific one. She returns to Kimberley throwing it down in front of her, landing on her shorn hair and nails.

"Alison said hello, bitch!" She then turns on her heels once more leaving Kimberley alone with the photo.

"Oh god, oh please no!" She cries, as once more she starts to thrash wildly against the restraints in a futile attempt to escape the harsh bondage that she was trapped in. Kimberley knew she had to break free, because before her was a picture of her friend and mentor, Colonel Alison Dearing! She was attached to the very table that she was being held on, and looked in a great deal of pain. But it what was below the picture that frightened her the most! Spread out almost like the jaws of a trophy shark, were her surgically removed pussy lips and clitoris, and below them were her nipples! Where she had thought the wall in front of her was just full of harmless pictures of old work colleagues and friends of the Doctor. It was in fact his trophy wall, full of pictures of missing in action Angel Agents, and their genitalia!

Meanwhile down in the bowels of the castle Sammi and Cassy were on route to hopefully rescue the Colonel from her terrible fate. They were following the directions of their little friend they had picked up along the way, and he was coming with the girls whether he liked it or not. His wrists were still bound behind his back with cassy's stocking, and his trousers where still down by his ankles. But as a final humiliating twist Cassy had tied her remaining stocking around his scrotum tightly, and was pulling him along behind her as if she was walking a dog. He shuffles behind slowly, unable to walk properly due to his downed trousers and Cassy tries to hurry him along by yanking on her stocking, painfully pulling his scrotum towards her.

"Why are you doing this to me? I have done nothing wrong! I beg you to let me go, i have told you where his surgery is!" Whimpers the man.

"Shut it fagot! Your coming with us, quit your moaning or i'll pull your balls clean off! Now tell us where the fuck we go now, Worm!" Sneers Cassy as she tugs on her stocking, her demeanure totally changed from the control room where she spoke in such hushed tones towards the frightened man.

"Its down there through the doors, please i beg you, your hurting me!"

"We'll release you when we get our friend back, now calm the fuck down!" Says Sammi, as she creeps down the corridor, her gun cocked, ready for action. Cassy follows behind, painfully pulling her prisoner along by his testicles. Sammi enters through a door way into a large circular room that almost seemed out of place in the medieval castle. The floor was cold and made of steel and the walls were smooth of finish, with a large full length mirror situated to Sammi's right as she walked in. The room seemed a lot more modern than the previous rooms she had been in, during her week long stay at Wolf-castle. But Sammi thought nothing off it as she gestures to Cassy to follow her in.

"Hey fagot! Whats your proper name by the way? Inquires Cassy, as she drags her prisoner into the room, wincing as the cold steel comes in contact with her bare feet.

"My friends call me Gunther! However you can call me Master!" Sammis ears prick up immediately, and she turns round sharply towards Cassy.

"Cassy its a trap, get the fuck out of here!" She screams, but it was to late, as the thick steel doors thunder down, trapping the two girls in the strange room. A faint buzzing sound starts to resonate from the floor and Cassys long hair starts to rise as the room fills with static electricity. Sammi runs for the door and tries to kick it down, while Cassy tries doing the same to the other door. Both girls are in a blind panic and then start to fire at the full length mirror, as the buzzing sound grew louder with each passing second.

"Ooowww! What the fuck, the floors electrified! Aaaarrghhh!" Screams Sammi as the two girls drop their weapons, and start to hop round the room, like a pair of cats on a hot tin roof. They skip around looking for a sanctuary to rest their feet as the pain becomes unbearable. As they hop from foot to foot, they both turn to Gunther with the same idea, to rip his shoes from his feet, or to kick him down and use him as a foot stool, but he had disappeared. The Girls were all alone and they were getting tired! They continue to claw at the walls trying in vane to escape the devious trap that had been set for them. Its not long before their legs grow heavier and heavier, and their feet spend more time with the electrified floor as they began to tire. The two girls bodies glisten, with a lick of sweat as they fight the inevitable. Sammi's control chains swing from her body as her legs start to buckle and eventually she falls exhausted onto the floor where she starts convulsing in the foetus position. Cassy lasts about a minute longer before she can hop no more, and falls to the floor where she is quickly rendered unconscious by the strong electric current pulsing through her body.

The two girls lay there unconscious their bodies still jolting slightly. When the heavy steel door in front of them retracts up, and they are joined in the room by Helga and the devious Gunther. During the girls blind panic he had managed to escape the room via a small, hidden trap door, leaving the girls alone for their last dance. Helga is wearing a thick pair of rubber soled boots, and matching rubber gloves as she starts to circle the downed Angels. Helga takes a special interest in Sammi, and uses her booted foot to kick her onto her back. Helga had just watched Sammi murder her lover and long time friend Zelda, and was consumed by rage towards the young Angel Agent.

"Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly! Am going to make sure the Doctor makes you suffer my dear! In fact am going to help him make you suffer. Hmmm! If you would have kept your boots on like i told you to, you wouldn't be in this mess would you spy? Hows that for fucking poetic justice! Guards take them to the doctor!"

Sammi and Cassy finally come round to find themselves trapped in the Doctors surgery, and for the first time since Pakistan the three girls are reunited, however it could not be under worse circumstances. Sammi finds herself ball gagged, and trapped on a table of truth, opposite Kimberley in a mirror image. She is still dressed in her seamed stockings and highly uncomfortable bondage costume, and is in agony due to the sustained electric shock she had received. Young Cassy was being held in cruel rope bondage. Her ankles, and knees were tied, while her wrists and elbows where secured tightly behind her back. She was stood beside the tables that were holding her friends, and was also ball gagged. But what made Cassys bondage so uncomfortable was what they had done to her breasts. They had looped thin cord around them and had pulled it tight, turning them into blueish, black orbs of pain, and they had made sure she wasn't going to run off anywhere, by then fastening the thin cords, that held her breast so ex'quisitely in place, to pulleys which lifted the straining teen ever so slightly onto the balls of her feet.

Tears of anger and frustration stream down young Cassy's face as she looks down at what they had done to her. Kimberley tries to calm her down and reassure her, but Cassy is in bits, as she comes to terms with her painful constricting bindings. For the moment the girls are left alone to contemplate their fate. The grotesque memento of her friend is still laid before the now bald headed Colonel, as a reminder as to what is to come. But Kimberley has no fight left! She knew as well as the other girls knew, that they were to be used as leverage against her! Sammi and Cassy were now to be tortured till Kimberley told the Doctor, all he wanted to know.

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THE FINAL CURTAIN

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The girls dreadful reunion had lasted about an hour when the Doctor returned with his entourage, which included Helga and Gunther. Two male guards also entered the room, and stand by the door, no doubt excited by what they were going to see. In fact the surgery although large, is rather cramped now, as the helpless girls are surrounded by their sick and twisted tormentors. Gunther is now changed into his usual attire that he wears in Wolf-castle, his full rubber gimp suit! Sammi had been abused many times by Gunther, but his face was always hidden by his mask. It was only when he told Cassy his name did she realize who he was, but by then it was to late.

Gunther slithers over to Cassy and starts to paw over her taut, hard body as she fights against the devilish ropes holding her in place. Tears pour down her face, as each time she tries to pull away from his grasp the ropes painfully pinch her breasts even tighter, turning them more black, and more blue. She cries out from behind her gag, but only saliva escapes, and joins the tears that are streaming down her neck towards her chest. Gunther takes great delight in teasing and tormenting the helpless teen! She did drag him round by his scrotum after all! And Gunther considered this pay back time.

Helga on the other hand, took an instant interest in the woman who murdered her lover, and wastes no time in reactivating Sammi's stinger once more. Sammi's eyes roll and muffled screams come from behind her restrictive gag as she starts to twitch and convulse wildly on the table. While the Doctor watches on gently stroking Kimberley's head urging her to talk.

"Tell me what i want to know and your friends pain will stop my dear! Why are you protecting people you dont know? These are your friends! All you have to do, is tell me your code, and i will Call Gunther and Helga off!"

Kimberley is devastated as she watches her friends suffering, but stays silent as a single tear drop rolls down her cheek. Kimberley knew that if she gave the Doctor her code that the Angels would be finished. They would be hunted down like animals and kept as sex slaves for whoever could afford to pay The Vixen's asking price. Where once the drug barons and war lords kept pet tigers and lions for their amusement, now they would have their very own Angel Agents to enjoy, and Kimberley could not allow that to happen!

Its not long before the already packed surgery gets another guest, it was the Vixen! She walks in and gestures for Helga to turn the Stinger off, then proceeds to run her evil looking hook down Sammi's leg towards her feet. Sammi is to exhausted to show any emotion as the hook is then ran along the sole of her stocking clad foot. Kimberley watches on as the Vixen continues to run her sinister looking hook over her friends toes. Sammi just hangs her head panting away as the gag restricts her breathing. Her cheeks puff in and out furiously trying to regain her breath, before the Stinger was turned back on, but it was not the Stinger she needed to be worried about!

"Doctor, how is the interrogation going?" Sneers the Vixen.

"She has not talked yet, but its only a matter of time, Madam Vixen!"

"Goood! And how's my two favourite Angel Agents today? Yessss, it must be 3 years since we were all together! And you two girls had me at a slight disadvantage, didn't you?" Hisses the Vixen as she walks towards Kimberley, and runs her hook slowly and gently down the side of the trapped spies face. She then leans down till her face is level with her's, and starts whispering into her ear.

"If you tell me your code i promise i will release you and your friends unharmed, i promise that after today no harm will come to you, and we will release the three of you to the American embassy in two weeks time."

"Bullshit!" Says Kimberley in a curt tone, not even bothering to turn her head to fire back her reply.

"Mmmm, its true, i promise! If you tell me your code, i will release you and your team, and the pain and humiliation will stop!"

"How can i trust you to keep your word?" Says Kimberley, this time actually turning her head to answer the Vixen.

"Ha ha! You cant! But know this spy, in two weeks time, me and my organization would have rounded up all your fellow Angels. In two weeks time you will have to return back to Palomar with your tail between your legs, knowing that all round the world your fellow Angels were being used and abused by whatever sick bastard, paid the most!" Kimberley just hangs her head thinking about the Vixens offer, pausing before giving her reply.

"Fuck you!" she says, this time looking the Vixen dead in the eye.

Helga! Would you unsheathe Miss Walsh's stockings for me my dear!" Says the vixen as she walks over to a nearby table, picking up a large pair of pliers from it. "Mr Gunther! Lets get Miss Clark on her tippy-toes a bit!"

Gunther scurries over to the wall and flicks a switch that operates the pulleys, pulling the cords attached to her breasts towards the ceiling. Cassy starts squirming as she is lifted onto her toes and the cords bite even deeper into her soft flesh. Gunther stands in front of her clearly excited, as she struggles in pain and a small bulge appears from his crotch.

"Yes, yes on your tippy- toes my Warrior Goddess. Not so tough now are we?" He hisses, almost snake like, as he flicks his tongue out of his mouth, and starts to rub his groin.

"Mmmuummmpptthhh!" Screams Cassy from behind the gag.

"Ha ha! What was that my Warrior Goddess, what did you say?" Inquires Gunther as he steps closer to hear what she had to say.

"Uuurrrgghhh!" He screams, as he fly's backwards across the room crashing into a trolley. Gunther had made the school boy error of mocking an Angel Agent who wasn't fully secured, and Cassy had powerfully jumped up and kicked him with both feet.

"Helga after you have finished removing Miss Walsh's stockings, be a dear and secure Miss Clark's ankles to the floor!" Says the Vixen, as Gunther picks himself up and threatens Cassy.

"You'll pay for that slut! Mark my words!" He screams, as he rubs his latex covered head.

This time Helga and Gunther take no chances and grab Cassy's legs from behind, and after a brief struggle she is securely, anchored to the floor. Cassy just hangs there helpless as gunther starts to abuse her breasts with a riding crop, while the Vixen moves slowly towards Sammi.

"I seem to remember that during my interrogation, you took a distinct interest in my toes didn't you Miss Walsh!" She Says as she places Sammi's little toe between the jaws of her pliers.

"Helga! Turn the pulleys on and keep them on till either Miss Jones, tells me her code! Or Miss Clark's tits, are pulled clean from her body!" Screams the Vixen as she squeeze's down hard on the pliers, crushing Sammi's toe between the jaws. Kimberley watches on in horror as cassy is slowly lifted from her feet and Sammi's eyes plead with her to help, as the vixen continues to abuse her toes one by one. Gunther keeps flicking his cain painfully against poor Cassys blackened breasts, as they are stretched to the limit. Cassy's head falls back and her eyes roll, as the pain becomes to much for her to stand. Sammi's face is etched with excruciating agony when Kimberley can take no more!

"Ok! Ok, you win i'll tell you my code, just please leave them alone! pleeease i beg you!" Cries Kimberley, as she is finally broken.

"Goood, My dear! A wise choice indeed!"

Cassy falls to the floor as she is released from the sadistic pulleys that she was suspended from. She is picked up by Gunther and the Guards and taken from the room, glancing back at Kimberley as if to say thank you. Cassy had never known such pain and suffering and did not believe what had just happened to her. She is then taken to a holding cell at the Vixens request, where she is allowed to rest in relative comfort. Although the Vixen had horrifically tortured Cassy, she seemed to have a soft spot for the young Angel Agent. The same could not be said for Jones and Walsh!

The Vixen watches on as Helga punches the keys into the computer, as Kimberley relays them to her. Kimberley's voice is soft and she stammers, as the gravity of what she was doing began to sink in. Kimberley had tried to resist but the Vixen knew her weakness and used it against her. The Vixen used the girls friendship against them! This was the reason most Angels worked alone! But as Kimberley revealed the last digit of her access code, she knew the Angels were about to become an endangered species.

The Vixens eyes light up as red dots start appearing on the screen marking the locations of various Angel Agents throughout the World. She had finally done it! 3 years of planning had finally brought her the revenge she craved! Now the Angels would fall one by one, hunted down and captured! There would be no hiding places! By the time they had figured out what was happening, they would all be under lock and key.

She turns round and starts mocking the fallen Angels as they lay there with their legs held wide open, and their bodies in agony. Kimberley and Sammi could not even bring themselves to look each other in the eye, let alone the Vixen! As the shame of what they had just done, over whelmed them. They had not only let their fellow Angels down, but they had let their country down too.

"Ha, ha, ha i cant tell you how happy i am right now sluts! I cant imagine how bad your feeling right now either, but it won't be as bad as when you have to limp back into Palomar and explain to the last few remaining Angels what you have done. Now Doctor i must leave you to begin my Angel hunt! In two weeks time i want you to sedate and dump these two outside the American Embassy in Berlin. However Miss Clark will be coming with me! I think with a bit more time, i can bring her round to my way of thinking. Goodbye ladies! I must say its been an absolute pleasure working on you!.................Oh and Doctor, one more thing! Don't forget to take your trophy's from them before they leave! I think a life of chastity will be a fitting punishment for what these bitches have done to me!.......Once again ladies, goodbye!

"Now girls who wants to go first?" Sneers the Doctor!

THE END