Captive spy (Open for one girl)

[Bohemund]

You climb through the shattered window and into the room. The files have to be here somewhere! You are a professional. You are given a mission, you carry it out, and you are well paid. This one will be easy! Just steal a file in a blue briefcase from this house, and bring it back to a safe deposit box!

Suddenly, a pair of hands roughly grabs your arms, forces them behind your back, and cuffs them together.

You cry out with fright. "Well well, a little thief!" says the man, spinning you to face him. "Now you will tell me everything."

"I will tell you nothing!" you indignantly shout back.

"No, you will tell me everything" replies the man quietly, and pushes you down on the sofa. You look up angrily at him.

The man shrugs. "Alright then, have it your way", he reaches for the phone. I'll call the police.

"No!!!" you shriek. If you're turned over to the authorities, you'll probably be shot as a spy.

"Well then, you will cooperate with my interrogation, and obey my every command. Of course I do not order you to tell me what you know, but I think you will soon. My methods are... effective."

You smirk. You are highly trained. What method could he possibly have that could break you?

It is a battle of wills... who will prevail?

 

[sierrahughes]

OOC: Just wanted to ask, how rough is this going to get?

 

[Bohemund]

Slightly - not much. This is supposed to be fun, not painful.

 

[sierrahughes]

Sierra

Name: Sierra Hughes
Age: 32
Height: 5' 2"
Appearance: Curly black hair, sharp features and warm tan that revealed a Lebanese-Mexican descent.
Measurements: 36C - 25 - 37

OOC: I'll be happy to join then.

 

[Bohemund]

Lean, redhaired, caucasian. Alright, let's begin then.

I uncuff you. "Remove your top, and get back on the sofa."

 

[sierrahughes]

Sierra

I rubbed the flesh on my wrist as he uncuffed me.

"Remove your top, and get back on the sofa."

"Well if you haven't noticed, wise guy, I'm wearing a one-piece suit." I glared back at him.

But I made my way to the sofa anyway, and sat back on it.

"How about this?" I said, as I pulled the zip to my skin-tight suit down from my neck, to about my stomach, leaving behind a trail of tanned flesh underneath the black suit.

 

[Bohemund]

"A saucy one, are we?" the man says.

He grabs you by the arms and kisses you. You feel his tongue push yours aside, and penetrate deep into your mouth.

After he is finished, he spins you around, cuffs you again, and sets you down on the sofa again. He pulls the suit down past your shoulders. Your right nipple peeks above the material.

 

[sierrahughes]

Sierra

I didn't resist right from the beginning. It was all part of the training. Resistance drives up a man's adrenaline, and making him lose control of his will and actions at times. My objective was still the same - steal the file, and get out of here alive.

As he pushed his tongue past my lips, I willingly let my lips fall open. He is aggressive, but if I had met him under different circumstances, I would have found him a rather good kisser.

But he showed that he knew what he was doing. Spinning me around quickly, he caught me off guard as he cuffed my hands behind me once more. I had counted on my hands being free for a while longer, but looks like I need another plan.

Then tossing me back to the couch, I sat upright, my chest thrusting out at him, my right nipple poking out from my half-open suit.

"You've got to do better than that," I taunted.

 

[Bohemund]

The man ponders the situation. The girl is spirited, but foolish. Her attitude has exposed her training. She's been trained in the Academy!

The major flaw of this training - while it eliminates most weaknesses in a spy, 9 out of 10 of the trainees discover one part of their body becomes more vulnerable to certain sensations. Now, in order to break this woman, this area must be found.

He looks and sees the sweat on your chest. Obviously, your last job was in the cool regions of the North. You haven't yet acclamated to the summer heat of California. He tears your suit completely off your body, leaving you in the nude. Your gorgeous olive skin glistens with sweat. He turns to the wall and cranks up the thermostat to 120 F.

"I fought for 5 years in Afganistan, back in the days of the War on Terror - this is nothing for me. Out of the corner of his eye he sees you rising to strike him from behind. He casually slaps you back against the sofa. Your arms still cuffed behind your back, you clumsily topple backwards.

Now, with a feather light touch, he runs his hand down your body, starting at your lovely throat and moving down your chest. He moves up to your left nipple, and pinches and strokes it, feeling it harden under his touch. In his many years studying the martial arts, the man understands how to manipulate the human body, heightening the physical sensations of a prisoner. You barely stifle a soft moan.

As his hand runs down your belly, he notices how stiff your body is. You're still trying to resist him. "This is going to be very annoying. I'll have to break down her defenses" he thinks. You look with puzzlement as he pulls out a jar, and sticks two fingers into it, bringing out a dab of a sticky substance.

 

[sierrahughes]

Sierra

I looked at him wide-eyed. I wanted to put up a strong front, but also to make him think fear was creeping in, or uncertainty. At the back of my mind, I was merely biding my time. I was at a severe disadvantage, and the effort to strike was but a ruse. I wanted him to think I had no more cards left to play. That I was totally defenceless. I wanted him to let his guard down.

I took a quick glance at the thermostat. It was at 120 F, far lower than the heat I have been trained to bear. And he did me a favour - he removed my suit. There might have been a higher chance of me passing out if the skin-tight waterproof material had remained, clinging onto every curve of my body.

He runs his fingers and his hands along my body. It would have been ticklish, if not for the fact that I was used to this form of torture. You could run feathers along my sole for an hour and I wouldn't even budge a muscle. But I humoured him. I tightened my muscles, as if a last-ditch effort to defend myself. His fingers find my nipples, and I give him a stifled moan. I liked sexual arousal, but he would have to do far more than that, to really make me moan.

And then my eyes again. Fear? Uncertainty? I wanted him to come closer. To use that substance on me. I didn't know what it was exactly, but I had a rough idea.

 

[Bohemund]

Suddenly the man pauses, and looks over to the window. He picks up a tattered piece of your suit, jams it in your mouth as a gag, and moves over next to the window.

Through the window climbs Alex. Alex was a great operative. He taught you almost everything you know. He is a truly formidable agent. He turns and sees the man. Before Alex can react, the man shatters his neck, like a toothpick. Alex gasps and collapses to the floor, dead. Just to play it safe, the man bashes his skull in with the heel of his boot.

After this bloody encounter, he returns to you, and pulls out the gag. "Now where were we? Oh yes..."

He suddenly digs his fingers into your belly. You shriek for a few seconds, kicking wildly, before collapsing into silent, hysterical laughter. You have only one vulnerable point on your body. How had he found it? While you are occupied in this way, his other hand brushes across your neatly trimmed pubic hair, and then the two wet fingers slip into your clit.

You feel a burning between your legs, which spreads up into your belly, and your breasts. Though he isn't even touching you, you feel increasingly aroused.

He climbs on top of you, and rapes your lips again. His mouth moves across your face for several minutes, arousing you even more, and then moves down your throat. He starts fondleing and carressing your breasts. You gasp and he sharply tweaks one of your swollen nipples. His mouth moves over the other one, and starts to chew and suck on it.

Your formerly analytical powers start to fade away as the powerful drug takes effect. Worse still, your senses are heightened, every touch and every caress drives you wild.

His hand moves down and plays with your wet, throbbing pussy.

 

[sierrahughes]

Sierra

My thoughts start to drift, the only sensation I could feel were those amplified by my erogenous zones. My nipples, my breasts, my neck, my thighs, my pussy.

I gasped, as I feel a warmness reach down, slipping into the outer folds of my pussy...