The Adventures of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer, part 1
by Gincrack
(The continuing perils and torments of a sexy lady Agent)
CHAPTER 1 Mission Failure, and Suzzanne falls in with some very bad people.
She heard a soft click and then something cold and hard pressed against the base of her skull, and a cold voice spoke close to her ear, “Hello Agent Midsummer, we’ve been expecting you”.
She shifted her weight and the gun barrel pressed harder, “Ah, Ah, no sudden moves, keep very still.”
The light clicked on and Suzzanne saw three other people in the room, all in black and all wearing ski masks. Her protagonist remained behind her keeping the gun in constant contact with her skin. “Excellent, you have saved me some time cracking the safe and I see we were both looking for the same thing”.
Suzzanne’s eyes moved down from the empty wall safe to the plastic envelope containing a single black data chip. Her mind was racing, before she had entered through the window she had scanned the room with a thermal imager, there had been no signs of heat, and she had been in the room a full 15 minutes before they had made their presence known. Nobody could have entered the room without her being aware of it!
“Slowly place you hands on your head” said the voice. Suzzanne gently lifted her hands from the table top and slowly raised her arms placing her hands one on top of the other on her head. “Good” said the voice, then without warning she was hit by a rabbit punch to the kidneys, the sudden blinding pain caused her to fold sideways and as she did so she was struck again across the back of the neck and she crumpled to the ground. Before she could catch her breath a hard kick to her belly completed the knock down. “Secure her. She’s coming with us”.
Two of the masked figures quickly moved forward and seized the stunned agent by the arms and dragged her away from beneath the wall safe into the centre of the room. Crouching down on either side of her they forced Suzzanne’s arms together behind her back whilst the third slipped a zip tie over her wrists and pulled it tight, Suzzanne flinched. Pinned her to the floor face down by her shoulders and knees more zip ties where fastened tightly around her elbows, knees and ankles. The three men stepped back to admire their work and one jabbed at the bound girl with his boot, flicking her over onto her back. Suzzanne grimaced, her senses were returning and the ties where cruelly tight, severely restricting her movement. She glared back at her captors as their unseen faces looked down; one of them pulled a role of duct tape from his jacket and tore off a six inch strip. She tried to twist away as a gloved hand gripped her jaw and another yanked her head back by her hair. The goon holding the tape knelt down and pressed the tape strip firmly across Suzanne’s mouth using his fingertips to smooth it to the contours of her lips and cheeks. Releasing their grip the three of them moved back to where their leader was examining the other items from the safe.
Her mind was clearing quickly now and she was only too aware of her dire situation. As an M.I.7 agent she had been trained in espionage, martial arts, and a myriad of other black arts. Her mission had been to retrieve the data chip stolen from a Government backed arms company. The thief, the scientist who had been instrumental in developing the chip, had been found dead two days after the chip had been stolen, two neat holes in the back of head. At her briefing Suzzanne’s Department Head had said that the scientist’s death was likely part of a double cross on the part of the buyer of the chip. However, the scientist clearly had concerns and had hidden the chip before the meeting.
The race was then on to retrieve the chip. M.I.7 knew the scientist had secretly purchased a small property on the French/German border and Suzzanne had been dispatched to break in and search for the chip. When she had arrived she had reconnoitred the property and there had been no sign of recent activity and the house was in darkness. Gaining access had been easy; she had quickly bypassed the alarms and entered this room. Her briefing had given her the location of the wall safe and M.I.7 already had the code; they had suspected the scientist for some time and it was their local operative posing as a locksmith who had fitted the safe. What was puzzling her was how she had not been able to detect her captors in the house; they must have been waiting for her!
She wriggled and tried for any give in her bindings with no effect, she looked around the room for anything that could help her but there was nothing, it was just a rather plain room with simple wooden furniture, and it looked like nobody had ever actually lived there. She wondered what was in store for her if the leader planned to take her with them.
The four black clad figures suddenly surrounded her helpless form and for the first time she realised their leader was a women. She was dressed in the same black ski pants, jacket and mask as the others but from her movements and shape she was clearly a woman. She placed her booted foot on Suzzanne’s chest and pressed down, “Right, we’re done here and thanks to you, Agent Midsummer, we have finally got the data chip. Seems that scientist wasn’t so smart after all thinking he could renege on our deal and up the price. We have left just enough evidence here to make it clear it was you who broke in and with any luck as you are going to disappear your bosses will think you have doubled crossed them too!! Anyway, we’ve got to be off now and I don’t want any nonsense from you so you’re going to have a little sleep. Roll her over, boys”.
The goons rolled Suzzanne over and pinned her down again. She felt a hand squeeze and stroke her buttock, then there was a sharp pain as a hypodermic broke her skin followed by a warm feeling spreading through her buttock. She struggled but in a few seconds her consciousness started to fade. She shook her head fighting to stay awake but it was no good, her vision went grey and then darkness closed in.
The goons waited until the pattern of her breathing changed before releasing their grip then one of them hoisted the unconscious agent over his shoulder, the room lights where switched off, the front door clicked shut and the house returned to its uninhabited silence.
Suzzanne’s eyes flicked open and almost immediately she was aware of her surrounding, whatever they had stuck her with, it wore off quickly. She was strapped down to a metal exam table, Ballistic nylon straps where fastened at her wrists, ankles, elbows, and knees; wider straps crossed her hips and across her shoulders, pinning her firmly to the shiny steel surface. She was still gagged with the tape and, lifting her head, she looked down her body. She was still wearing the fitted black cat suit and boots. She tried the straps in turn but they were inflexible and seemed to pass through the table and fasten underneath. She looked around the room. An unlit operating/examination light was fixed over the table and the rest of the room lighting was subdued, dim. Cupboards and metal benches lined two of the four walls but otherwise the room was virtually bare. Once again Suzzanne considered her predicament, she had been taught techniques to resist interrogation but she wondered how far her captors would go. She closed her eyes and waited.
The lights snapped on and Suzzanne was awake in an instant. “How is our captive?” said the woman as she strode across the room. She still wore the black boots and ski pants but was now wearing a fitted black vest top and the ski mask was gone. Her dark red hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail and her bright eyes were brilliant green. She smiled a thin smile as she looked down at Suzzanne. Suzzanne struggled and “Mmpphed” through the tape gag. For a moment the woman ignored her and walked around the table looking at Suzzanne’s immobilised body. She smiled appreciatively; the black cat suit accentuated every curve and line of the agent’s very feminine body. Her 36D breasts rose and fell with each breath and her nipples stood out against the shiny material. Letting her gaze drift down she noted the way the fabric clung to Suzzanne’s lower body and thighs, it was obvious she was wearing nothing beneath the suit and was very neatly trimmed! Suzzanne continued to struggle and the woman turned back to look her in the face, “Oh excuse me” and reaching forward she roughly pulled the tape covering Suzzanne’s mouth. Suzzanne pulled a face but was pleased to have it gone; she worked her jaw and lips as the sensation returned. “Well, how are you feeling?”
“I’ve felt better,” said Suzzanne, “what do you want, you have the chip”.
“Yes, I have the chip don’t I?” she said mockingly, “and wasn’t it easy to get?”
Suzzanne flushed, they had completely hoodwinked her, she has got in and opened the safe and all they had to do was wait.
“You’re wondering why your thermal imager didn’t detect us, aren’t you?” she mocked. “Our clothing has a reflective silver layer to hide our thermal signature. Hood, gloves, boots, everything, makes us invisible to infra red and night vision, we bought the technology from another client, I’ll have to tell him how well it works.” She laughed.
“So what do you want from me, I’ll tell you noth…”
“Oh Pish!” she interrupted. “Shut up, there’s nothing you can tell me about your organisation that I don’t already know, so whilst it would be fun I’m not going to torture you for information!.” She turned coyly away and said over her shoulder, “But that’s not to say we can’t have some fun together.”
Suzzanne tugged at the straps in frustration, flexing her arms and legs and trying to arch her body, the bright lights reflecting off the changing contours of her cat suit. The woman turned back to the table. “You won’t break those straps, but its fun to watch you try,” She reached out and with the back of her hand stroked the side of Suzzanne’s face. The agent flicked her head to the side to avoid the touch but the hand continued down onto her shoulder and the fingers trailed down and across her full breast until they reached the bump of the nipple. Her tormentor gently gripped the nipple through the suit with her dark red nails and pinched. Suzzanne gritted her teeth, she would not cry out. The fingers continued to linger on the nipple before continuing down across the captives’ stomach and inevitably down across her mound until they stopped, resting between her spread thighs. Suzzanne lay very still and with her head to one side closed her eyes. “Stop it, “she hissed through her teeth.
The invading fingers increased their pressure on her pussy almost imperceptibly and the woman said, “Your suit doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?”
Suzzanne felt her cheeks flush. “Stop it now!“ she hissed again.
“I don’t really think you’re in a position to demand anything, do you? In fact I think the lady doth protest too much.” She walked briskly out of Suzzanne’s vision. Suzzanne could hear her searching in a cupboard and then her footsteps returning. She reappeared from above Suzzanne’s head her green eyes flashing wide as they looked in Suzzanne’s. “Open wide!” and before Suzzanne could react she had slipped a ball gag into Suzzanne’s open mouth and deftly cinched up the buckle, Suzzanne thrashed her head from side to side but it was no use, the ball was secure, muffling and distorting any sound she cared to make. “There that’s an improvement, no more back chat”.
“Mmmphh mmmmmph” was the only reply.
“Now where were we? Oh yes, your reason for being here. I should have killed you really, after all you are an enemy agent, but it seemed a bit of a waste.” All the time her fingers roamed over Suzzanne’s body, tracing the swell of her breasts, the points of her nipples, and the plump crease of her pussy. Suzzanne wriggled uncomfortably at the unwelcome touch but was powerless to prevent it. The woman continued, “As I said there’s no point in torturing you for information, however, I can use a fit responsive sexy body and a disciplined mind like yours in some experiments I have planned”.
Experiments! Suzzanne bucked and twisted against the straps, mewling behind the gag, her big eyes wide and flashing. The woman continued, "Nobody knows where you are, in fact your organisation thinks you have double crossed them, so they are not expecting you back any time soon. We have plenty of time to play, myself, I can’t wait!”
Suddenly the woman climbed onto the exam table and straddled Suzzanne’s hips; she leant forward putting her hands on either side of Suzzanne’s head. Suzzanne could feel her breath on her face and a curiously warm sensation where the woman was sitting across her. “You are very pretty” she said breathily, then her hand slid to the zip at the collar of Suzzanne's cat suit. Very gently she pulled on the zipper and it slowly parted revealing the swell of Suzzanne’s breasts. Suzzanne protested behind the gag but she continued to pull on the zip until it was just below the heaving bust. Then she slowly slid her hand inside feeling the firm roundness of the agent’s breast. Suzzanne stifled a gasp.
“Mmmm warm,“ said the woman and her fingertips gently began to circle Suzzanne’s nipple. Suzzanne twisted and instinctively flexed her hips pushing up against the woman. “Oh, you like that don’t you?” and she slid her other hand in, pushing back the stretchy material and cupping both breasts forcefully. Suzzanne moaned softly, the cool air of the room made her nipples peak as the woman continued to massage her breasts, occasionally pinching, pulling and twisting her nipples. Suzzanne’s head rocked from side to side and she flexed against the straps, balling her fists, the combination of bondage, helplessness and intrusion was firing her level of arousal and she could feel warmth between her own legs matching that of the woman who straddled her.
Smoothly the woman removed one hand from Suzzanne's breast and reached around to cup Suzzanne’s pussy. “My, that’s got warm. I bet if I took the time to explore a bit further I’d find something that would give away what you are really feeling, you naughty little spy!” and with that she hopped down from the table leaving, Suzzanne confused and slightly disappointed!. “That’s enough of that, I was obviously right about you, you are just what I am looking for. Right, better get started then, no time like the present, I’ve got some equipment to prepare so we’ll be meeting up again shortly.” She turned on her heel and marched out of the room.
Suzzanne lay there for a second slightly flustered and definitely aroused, her breasts rose and fell gently, still exposed as the woman had left them. Despite how she felt she didn’t like the sound of what her captor had in store for her, experiments, equipment, it did not sound like something she was going to enjoy. She knew now struggling was futile and relaxed to conserve her energy, not knowing what torments awaited her.
CHAPTER 2 Suzzanne Takes a Licking at the Hands of a female adversary.
She was not aware of the passage of time, her mind drifted, some of the sedative was clearly still in her system and she was distracted by the effects of the woman’s molestation of her. She jumped as the door swung open and the woman strode in. She had changed her clothes, she was now in a black mini skirt and a white blouse, her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose; she would have looked for all the world like a parody of a secretary had it not been for the pristine white lab coat she was wearing.
“Right I think we are ready to begin.” Two of the black-clad goons followed her in and she clicked her fingers and gestured towards the restrained agent. One of the men pressed a sequence of buttons at the head of the table and Suzzanne felt the straps go loose as the magnetic clasps under the table released. She would have liked to have fought back but the effect of being restrained in one position for so many hours and the quick actions of the men prevented her from doing so. As soon as the clasps released one of the men slipped a handcuff over her wrist and the other man pushed her into a sitting position and grabbed her other wrist. He pulled it behind her back where the other cuff slid around her wrist. She winced as her arms ached from being restrained for so long. They hauled her off the table and as her booted feet hit the floor her knees buckled and the two men took her weight to prevent her collapsing.
“Bring her,“ the woman ordered, and the guards pulled her upright. At first Suzzanne stumbled and her feet dragged but by the time they reached the door she was able to walk and keep up with her two captors as they moved swiftly out into the corridor. She looked around at her surroundings, nothing unusual, painted brick walls, fluorescent overhead lighting, lino floor and several unmarked doors on either side. The woman walking briskly ahead of them and rounded the corner and the trio followed.
She stopped halfway down the next corridor and opened one of the doors, which allowed a pool of bright light to spill into the corridor. As they halted in front of the open door Suzzanne could not see into the room as the door blocked her view, but this door had a sign, “TESTING” and above there was a red “Do Not Disturb” sign as yet unlit. Suzzanne braced her feet and pushed back against the two men to try and resist entering the room but their size and weight advantage gave her no chance and she was forcibly propelled into the room. Inside, the room was virtually bare but brightly lit, with white down lighters. Three computer terminals stood on a bench along one wall with white metal cabinets beneath. At the far end of the room something was draped with a silver sheet. She couldn’t make head or tail of its strange contours but it didn’t give her a good feeling, and she noticed power and data cables leading from under the sheet to wall plugs and sockets and a third cable going to a small plinth which supported what looked like a control panel.
“Right,” said the woman. “Let’s get started.” She turned to Suzzanne. “Well, my little guinea pig, lets see how you get on with this,” and with the flair of a showman she pulled the sliver sheet to reveal half the device. Suzzanne was not sure what she was looking at, it looked for all the world like a cross trainer! Looking more closely she noted the bottom of the device consisted of two parallel rails which at present disappeared under the sheet. What she could see consisted of an upright framework about 4 feet high made of shiny metal tubes, linkages, hydraulic pistons, and tubing. At the top there was a small leather pad and the whole frame faced along the rails towards the still hidden portion of the device. To her horror she noted broad black leather straps which ended in chrome buckles attached at strategic points on the framework and she was in no doubt as to their function, restraint! She had not uttered a sound since entering the room but now despite the ballgag it was clear the sound she was making was “No” but all that came out was nnnnnnuuuuuuuu!!
“Get her ready, strip her but don’t release her wrists, cut that suit off if you have to.”. Suzzanne struggled but one of the guards looped his arm between her back and pinioned arms, forcing her forward. The second man reached down and began to unzip her knee high boots, within seconds they were both off and slung into the corner of the room. The first man then grabbed her hair and jerked her upright whilst the second man reached for the half open zip down the front of her cat suit. Stretching the elastic suit away from her body a blade appeared in his right hand and skillfully he ran it from the zip up to her shoulder and down the arm of her suit to the cuff, the elastic material recoiling away from its wearer as he cut. Suzzanne gasped as he reached across and repeated the procedure on the other side. No longer taut across her fulsome body, the suit seemed to wither away and it was easy for him to yank the uncut bottom half of the suit down her legs and off, dispatched to the heap in the corner.
Suzzanne stood there completely naked. She was not ashamed of her body; her firm breasts were rounded and tipped with perky pink nipples, her soft smooth stomach curved down between her legs and her pussy was crowned with a short rectangle of hair. This time it was the woman’s turn to gasp. “Perfect specimen,” she mouthed breathily.
Suzzanne could see the eyes of the guard in front roaming over her body and lingering on her neatly trimmed patch. Behind Suzzanne the second guard was holding her arms tightly and she could feel him pushing his hips against her taut bottom and she knew that wasn’t a gun she could feel.
For a moment nobody in the room moved and nobody spoke, Suzzanne’s curvy nakedness held their attention transfixed. She was aware of them and the look on their faces, the slow passage of their eyes up and down her body. 'Enough' she thought and with a blur her leg shot out and her foot connected with the soft contents of the guard’s crotch. With an explosive expiration he crumpled forward and dropped to his knees, his hands fumbling between his legs as her leg recoiled and struck out again catching him under his chin and sending him sprawling across the floor. The moment broken, the guard behind her twisted her arms savagely and forced her head forward preventing her from continuing her attack.
The woman stepped forward. “Good, you’ve still got some fight!” She kicked the downed guard in the ribs. “I’ve told you not to stare!“ She laughed as he continued to nurse his groin.
“Get up and let's get her strapped in,” she spat. As the downed guard painfully raised himself from the floor the other guard began to manhandle Suzzanne towards the device of chrome and leather. She struggled, unable to get any purchase from her bare feet on the linoleum floor as she was dragged and pushed forward. The second guard, more wary now, joined in and deftly manhandled her into the device.
“Hold her legs!” barked the woman, and the guard forced Suzzanne’s ankles into padded half cuffs. The woman slipped the leather strap across her ankle and through the buckle fastening it tightly. The two repeated the process on the other side and Suzzanne found her ankles immovably fixed. More straps fastened above her knees and then another across her hips which forced her pelvis and lower back against the padded leather support.
“Careful now! Secure her wrists.” One guard held both her wrists whilst the other removed the cuffs, then each taking one arm they forced her wrists into the padded cuffs and secured the straps. They all stepped back breathing heavily. Suzzanne had put up a lot of resistance and beads of sweat glistened between her breasts. She tugged and strained at the straps, her breasts bouncing and jiggling as she thrashed “mmmmppphhhing” into the ballgag. Finally she stopped struggling, her breasts now heaving as she panted, her breathing impeded by the gag. She looked down, her ankles where now fastened about 2 feet apart in line with the rails. The remaining straps secured her legs and kept her in an upright position within the frame. The strap across her hips finished off the restraint of her lower body, keeping it completely immobile.
“You could have made that much easier on yourself, you know.” The woman allowed her hand to stroke across Suzzanne’s breasts, gently cupping each one in turn, gently lifting them.
Suzzanne squirmed, he eyes flashed anger and she growled through the ballgag. The woman ignored her, holding eye contact as her hand travelled down into the neat patch of hair, lingering for a second before stroking between Suzzanne's thighs and cupping her pussy. Her hand moved backward and forwards, her fingertips stroking Suzzanne’s plump depilated lips before her middle finger gently but firmly pressed a pathway between and slipped inside her sex. Suzzanne let out a surprised moan and her eyes opened wide, the finger continuing to explore and Suzzanne found it hard not to enjoy the feeling.
As quickly as it had entered the finger withdrew and the woman held the glistening digit before Suzanne’s’ face, “You’re wet, very wet. Good, because you are going to need to be” and she slipped the finger into her mouth and her lips made a red “O” around it before she pulled it out and turned away. Suzzanne flushed pink but she could not deny the warmth between her thighs.
The woman moved over to the pedestal and adjusted several of the dials, finally pressing a red button. With a slight hiss the frame to which Suzzanne was strapped shuddered as the pressure flowed into the hydraulics. Feeling the movement Suzzanne twisted in the straps, this was not looking good!
“I’ve told you save your strength,” said her captor and she moved to the still hidden end of the device and pulled off the remainder of the sheet. It was somewhat of an anticlimax, at the far end of the rails was a plain stainless steel box about four feet high, the only feature marring its flawless surface was a slot about five inches wide from the top of the box to the floor. She walked back towards the struggling agent and grasped her firmly by the jaw, fixing her with her glowing green eyes, “I think you will find this somewhat stimulating. I’ve not tried it myself of course, that pleasure will go to you,” and letting her hand drift down Suzzanne’s neck she moved back to the control panel. She turned to the two guards standing patiently at the back of the room. “You can go now, turn on the sign and ensure I am not disturbed”. A look of disappointment crossed their faces they moved to the door, they knew what the device did and were looking forward to seeing it in use on the curvy agent.
Suzzanne heard switches being flicked and a flicker of red light caught her eye. Looking up she noticed a small video camera begin to pan round to face her. It whirred to a stop and slowly panned up and down her body, then she watched the lens zoom in and out, clearly her captor was testing the view from the camera! She suddenly became aware the woman was standing close beside her and she flinched as the woman pressed a small adhesive electrode to her temple, first on one side and then the other. She placed two more on either side of Suzzanne's neck, another pair at the base of her spine and a final two on either side of her trimmed pubis, and as she did so she cupped Suzzanne’s sex again, feeling its heat and gently stroked her fingers over Suzzanne's pussy lips.
“Good job, you keep it neat. Otherwise I’ve have had to get those two to shave you.” She laughed again. Suzzanne shuddered at the thought! “This being an experiment I want to collect the data on your physiological responses, hence the electrodes and of course I need to film it so I can watch it back later!” Suzzanne tried to demonstrate her annoyance but in her current state all the woman saw was a jiggle of her boobs and 'NNnnnnnnnUUUUuuuuu' from behind the gag.
“Ok. Ready? Let’s begin!” and Suzzanne heard a gentle hiss and almost imperceptibly at first the frame to which she was restrained began to move forward along the rails. She strained against the frame and straps but there was nothing she could do to slow or resist the movement as it inexorably crept forward. She was still four feet or more away from the stainless steel box when she noticed a movement deep within the dark slot. Slowly something began to emerge from the slot, she watched puzzled. Gradually from the depths of the box emerged something gelatinous and pink and glistening, the object was about six inches long from a thick base narrowing to an inch wide tip, it wobbled gently at it came into sight, the whole of the upper surface was textured with row after row of fine projections, it looked for all the world like, ...a tongue! As she watched the object extended further from the box and she noted it was attached to the edge of a vertical metal wheel and that further round the circumference of the wheel was another tongue-like projection and another and another! Slowly the wheel began to rotate in a clockwise direction, the tongue projections appearing from the bottom of the box, moving upwards as the wheel rotated and disappearing into the slot at the top of the box. Suzzanne watched bemused for a movement and then it dawned on her, the moving tongues where directly in line with her pussy and she was moving slowly towards them, in a few moments her spread legs would begin to intersect the path of the rotating wheel and the tongues would begin to lick her pussy. She struggled and looked towards the woman who was leaning casually against the pedestal.
She smiled back cruelly. “Yes, that’s right,” she said, seeing the look of realisation in Suzzanne’s eyes. “Devilishly fiendish isn’t it? The tongues are my own invention, they are made of a bio-elastomer and feel and behave just like the real thing. They are lubricated each time they pass back through the machine, but I expect as they get going lubrication’s not going to be a problem for you, is it?”
Suzzanne began to struggle more vigorously, twisting and flexing her wrists and legs. She tried to push her hips backwards in an attempt to delay the inevitable but the leather pad in the small of her back kept her hips slightly thrust forward. She was now only a few inches from interconnecting with the trajectory of the tongues and could see almost every detail of the pink fleshy surface. The next few inches of her journey seemed an eternity but then she felt the gentle touch as the first of the tongues swept its tip over her trimmed patch, a few seconds later the next tongue made contact with her bare pussy and she gasped and stiffened. It did not make full contact but merely lapped at her closed lips, the lubrication making its touch all the more sensuous. The next tongue made full on contact as virtually its entire length moved along her pussy in a firm motion before flicking its tip up across her belly and disappearing back into the machine. The tongues where not moving quickly and each contact lasted around 10 seconds, at this speed they did not hit or slap against her sex, instead they made soft contact, gradually increasing in pressure as the textured surface made is presence known to her soft bare skin as it continued on its journey upwards.
The frame had now stopped moving forward and Suzzanne was in contact with the passage of each tongue. As they passed the firm pressure and shape of each tongue aided by the copious lubrication was slowly parting the lips of her sex, each tongue probing deeper between her plump lips seeking out her most sensitive areas. She struggled both physically and mentally, the unyielding motion of each soft invader was working its magic and she knew she was becoming aroused, adding her own contribution to the wetness that would lead to her downfall. The tongues where now probing fully inside her sex, each stroke starting at her perineum and drawing the slick textured protuberance deep between her folds and over her swelling clitoris. She found herself taking a deep intake of breath with each stroke, her head swimming with the sensations that were flooding outwards from between her spread thighs.
Suzanne was no longer aware of the woman who stood smiling as machine record Suzzanne’s responses. She studied them for a moment and gently twisted a dial. With a soft hiss the pad in Suzzanne’s back moved forward slightly and her hips were thrust further forward allowing the tongues greater access and time of contact. Suzzanne let a low long moan escape from behind the gag and threw her head back, making her long brunette hair cascade down her back. All the time the camera slowly panned up and down, occasionally pausing and zooming in on a close up of the tongues delving wetly between her puffy pink glistening lips. Suzzanne had only endured 10 minutes of the pleasurable torment and her first orgasm was soon to arrive. The woman watched her clinical readings creeping upwards, heart rate, blood pressure, cerebral perfusion, body temperature, she knew she would peak soon and that thought along with the vision of the beautiful curvy agent bound and tormented in the clutches of her machine made her conscious of the warm wetness she began to feel in her own pussy and her own hand slowly crept down and pressed between her thighs.
As the orgasm burst over Suzzanne she arched against the restraints, threw back her head and emitted a long “GGGGGAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR” from behind the gag, her hips pulsed with each passing stroke as the muscles of her thighs stood out in firm relief. As the wave passed the pulsing of her hips turned to sharp jerks and her head slumped forward, sweat glistened between her breasts, and she moaned quietly. The woman, yanked out of her daydream by the noisy climax, watched intently as the readings peaked, plateaued for a full 25 seconds before falling back. Her subject was obviously very fit, how long she could last? Who knows, but it would be fun to find out. Suzzanne’s torment continued, the tongues continued their inexorable licking and probing, each time now stimulating her swollen sensitized clitoris.
Her mind was swimming, her pussy felt molten, her nipples stiff, she lifted her head and tried gathering her wits; she was still at the mercy of the woman and her machine, the machine which continued to assail her pussy, relentlessly lapping, probing. A second orgasm was building and she could not resist the unyielding pulsing waves of pleasure growing in her belly, she began to pant with each stroke of the tongues, the gag causing her to make a whooshing sound which built to a massive inhalation followed without pause by another.
“GGGGGAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!” As her second orgasm arrived, Suzzanne lifted her head and looked across at the woman; strands of brunette hair now stuck to her forehead, her eyes were glazed and sweat beaded her top lip. He large eyes pleaded, as she tried to form the words around the gag “pleeeth stoc”.
Her tormentor looked back impassively. The agent's breathing was ragged, her large breasts rising and falling, she was now also using her abdominal muscles to suck in each breath, between her legs her tiny patch of hair was slick and flattened by the lube from the passage of the tongues, and her pussy and the inside of her thighs glistened with moisture, a mixture of sweat, lubricant and her own contribution. She moved to the frame and lifted Suzzanne’s sagging head by the chin and looked straight into her eyes. “Not just yet, that’s only two, we need to see how much further you can go.”
Suzzanne’s eyes widened. “Pleeeth ngo moooor!”
“Sorry,“came the reply. The woman let go of Suzzanne's chin and let her head slump onto her chest. She returned to the pedestal and began to adjust some dials. Suzzanne forced her mind to stay focused; she had been trained to withstand interrogation, and what was so different about this? She closed her eyes and fought to control her breathing. The sensation between her legs was now becoming a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as the tongues continued to rasp over her highly sensitive pussy lips and clitoris. She knew she had to try and suppress the orgasms as they where sapping her energy but as long as the tongues continued to work her pussy the more painful their ministrations would become. She fixed her thoughts on fighting the growing sensations and her captor noted with interest the increasing period between her climaxes.
She said nothing but she knew the agent was fighting back and her hands slowly adjusted the dials instructing the machine to increase the pressure of the tongues as they made contact with their victim. At the same time the frame crept forward and the pad gently eased Suzzanne’s hips further forward. Her back was now quite arched and the combination of changes meant that the tips of the fleshy protuberances now pushed their way between the cleft of her buttocks and stroked her dark puckered ring. Suzzanne felt the change in position and the increase in the sensations in her nether regions, the firm but gentle licking of her anus applied more pressure to her struggling resolve and after a minute her two she crumbled and responded loudly to another shattering orgasm. This one lasted a full thirty five seconds and her body remained tense and she cried out throughout before slumping in her restraints as it subsided.
The woman was pleased, the adjustments to the machine continued to bring the orgasms at shorter intervals now, but after the fifth one the woman could only tell when Suzzanne was coming by the shuddering and tensing of her body before she slumped again into the restraints. Her entire body glistened with a sheen of sweat, slick rivulets of fluid trickled slowly down the insides of her thighs and overlapping spots of fluid dotted the floor beneath her pussy. The readouts showed Suzzanne’s heart rate in three figures and her blood pressure abnormally elevated as her body slowly succumbed to the unceasing assault. 'How will it end.' thought the woman, 'will her heart just stop or will she burst a vessel and stroke out?'
Suzzanne’s mind was fogged and disorientated, she could hear her heart pounding in her ears and her vision was tinged with pink at the edges as she fought to focus. The woman had been torturing her for well over and hour now and she had lost count of how many times she had come, her pussy and anus burned and the deep muscles of her pelvis and thighs ached. She had ceased to make any noise of protestation long ago and she just wanted it to end, to die if necessary, just for it to stop. Out of the edge of her consciousness she was vaguely aware of a commotion in the room, struggling to lift her head she saw several other people in the room. She tried desperately to focus but as she tried the now familiar feeling grew in her belly and her world went dark.
When the door of the room burst open the woman spun round and in with an irritated tone began, “I told you not to dis…” but on seeing the visitors her voice died away. Five men filled the room, four of them wore urban camouflage battledress of multi tone grey and were all armed with silenced MP5’s, the fifth, a tall stocky grey haired man, wore an Officer's greatcoat and peaked cap. “Interrupted your games have I, Cordelia?” He spoke with slight accent. “Who is she?”
Cordelia hesitated, “Err, she’s an M.I.7 agent I captured and…. “
“And of course you are interrogating her,“ cut in the man sarcastically. “You were supposed to meet me with the chip; you know, the chip she got for you.”
Cordelia stumbled over her words, he was obviously better informed than she had realised. "Err yes, err General, she was there but we got the chip for you as instructed...”
“I know. After you didn’t turn up for our meeting I decided to come here myself, and your two bodyguards where persuaded to tell me where you were hiding it. You were going to double cross me, Cordelia, use my money to get the chip and then sell it on to another bidder and disappear with the money.” As he spoke the tone and volume of his voice increased.
“No General, I would never cross you I..”
He cut he off again. “Don’t lie to me, Cordelia, I know who you were going to sell it to, I persuaded him to tell me where I could find you”.
“General, I...”
“Too late, Cordelia.” With a nod of his head to one of the soldiers, the man leveled his weapon at the woman and squeezed off two shots, Phud! Phud! The woman staggered slightly and looked down at the two growing rosettes of crimson on her blouse. She stood for a moment looking with pained surprise at the General before she collapsed to the floor motionless, a pool of dark red spreading slowly from under her. The General stepped over her to the pedestal and pressed the large red button. The machine stopped instantly. He then moved over to the motionless captive and placed his hand under her chin and lifted, her head slumped to one side as carefully prised open one of her eyelids, the orb swam lazily in the socket the pupil hugely dilated, she was deeply unconscious.
He stepped back and looked her up and down. He thought, 'No obvious physical damage, mental or psychological as far as I can tell. I should kill her, but still, an M.I.7 agent would be worth something to someone.'
“Bring her! And then destroy the building.”
Two soldiers moved swiftly forward, one of them drew a wicked looking knife from his boot and quickly cut the bonds holding Suzzanne. The other caught her limp body as it fell and he hoisted it onto his shoulder. The other soldiers busied themselves with setting demolition changes as the General swept out of the room followed by the soldier with the naked Suzzanne over his shoulder.
End of Part 1.
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