Jane Bond

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A thread for C G Raven and Mild Infatuation, read along and follow the misadventures of our young heroine.

The Glory of the British empire had faded the Prime minister had declared the Britain was no longer that world power, the fall of the Evil Empire, The dramatic changes in Hi-Tech, only added to the cut backs at MI6. MI6’s mission now centered on organized crime and in particular Ivan Cockophf .


Cockophf had been a rising star in the KGB before the fall of Communist Russia and like so many others he now embraced the darker side of Capitalism. Several agents had been sent to infiltrate his organization and so far none had returned. “M” was now searching for a fresh face unknown in the field.

”Q” I believe Admiral Bond’s nice works in your section and is field qualified. I have an assignment I believe it is time we send her out. ”

He paused as he reviewed her file, yes on paper the girl was qualified, recruited out of Cambridge, but……….

Send her up to see me “Q”

 

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Jane

“Hey Jane, don’t you have a meeting at 3:30?”

Looking up at the voice I moved the eye glass, “What’s that Dave? It’s not even lunch yet!” I looked at my watch 3:25 “Oh crap!”

Grabbing a couple of files I rushed out of the lab and rounded a corner straight into someone else, falling back I sat down heavily, papers flying everywhere. Scrambling to my knees I started pulling the papers back into the files. “ I’m so sorry, in a bit of a rush you see…” I looked up and cringed, it was Q my department head, “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry Sir I really will be more careful in future, it’s just I have to show the results from the last Silon test and I’m running late and….I’ll shut up now because I’m babbling aren’t I” I let my voice trail off and finished picking up the papers.

“Fortunately for you Bond the meeting has been cancelled, we did send a message to everyone but I assume you didn’t get it.” Q raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“A message Sir? I don’t rememb….” Dave had said there was a message for me but I was too busy and it must have slipped my mind.

“Yes that message Bond, never mind, M wants to see you in his office now.”

“M wants to see me Sir?”

“Yes, that’s what I said Bond, are you really that bad I have to repeat everything?”

“Erm no Sir, I’ll just put these files back and change my jacket, I’ll be two minutes.”

Outside the door to M’s office, I took a deep breathe and pushed my glasses back up my nose ‘You can do this Jane, just smile and agree with everything he says and you’ll be out of there in no time.’ Personal pep talk over I knocked quietly in the vain hope he wouldn’t hear me.

 

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“Euro Thank you, send Ms. Bond in.”

“M” was rather taken a back when Jane Bond made her entrance it appeared to be more a comedy of errors as she tripped over the threshold. Her dress more the absent minded academic, a bit prudish, her glasses more fitted to the lab than polite society, and yet all this said her figure and looks where undeniably ravishing.

“Ms. Bond, Jane please be seated We have a problem and I believe you just the person to help us…….”

“M” briefed Jane on the cartel and Ivan Cockophf, MI6 belief that they were behind a recent set of intelligence and economic policies leaks, that where quite embarrassing to Her Majesty’s government. That several “00” agents had been assigned but all had disappeared.

“Jane we want you to find out if in fact Cockophf is involved, what his plans are and how deeply he has infiltrated the government. We know he frequents a Gentlemen’s club in SOHO.”

“M” saw Jane’s eyebrow arch and her cheeks flush crimson.

“Oh no Ms. Bond I don’t mean to imply that you should work as a Call Girl there but merely go undercover as a hostess your contact will Identify themselves to the Madame as “I am looking for something new and fresh” you will then pass on any information you have Spend an hour or so in one of the rooms and then go back to being a hostess serving drinks. If there are no questions then draw any costumes and equipment you need from “Q” ”

Jane Bond sat there staring at “M” hardly believing what he was saying.

“Yes Jane field service by the way we have prepared a cover for you at 69 Hussey Lane ask for the manager and get that job at all costs.”


69 Hussey Lane SOHO, London.

Ivan Cockophf flanked by two of his henchmen confronted Mrs. Morley.

“My Dear Mrs. Morley I will be taking over your establishment you of course will for all intense still appear to be the owner but I will do all the hiring. Your establishment is the perfect cover for my plans.”

Cockophf placed a single finger on Mrs. Morely’s lips as she started to protest.

“Or my dear you can meet with a most unfortunate accident.”

 

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Jane

“Smile and agree with him Jane” I muttered under my breath as I made my way back to the lab, now what? I was stuck with a field assignment that I really didn’t want. I didn’t have time for it, the Silon trials were almost over and I didn’t have much more time to tweak the circuits for the new heated seat pads before they were tested.

The light on my answer phone blinked madly at me as I walked into my office, hitting the play button I sat down, banging my knee on the corner of my desk and knocking a mug over in the process, pushing my glasses back up my nose I sighed as I listened to my messages. There was the one about the cancelled meeting and another, it seemed my theory about a silent carrier wave was right, piggy back dual band frequency…Yes!

Giving a silent cheer at the good news I thought about my assignment, I could do this! How hard could it be? Determination hit me… as things generally did. I was going to be a success I would do this, get the intel and save the day!
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Checking myself over in the mirror I was surprised at my reflection, I really did look different when I wore contact lenses, although my short black skirt and tight white blouse left little to the imagination, that with my long blonde hair tied back in a neat pony tail even I had to admit I didn’t look too bad. Quickly running through a mental list I made sure I had all my equipment with me. I was ready…or as ready as I would ever be. Now all I had to do was convince everyone I was a professional hostess and I would be set.

Picking up my bag I left my flat and stood at the kerb looking to hail a taxi. I spotted one pretty fast and was soon on my way to the club. I had an interview with Mrs Morely at 7pm and I wasn’t going to be late, I could do this, admittedly I hadn’t waited tables since uni and even then I wasn’t that good but as long as I held it together I would be fine.

The taxi pulled in at a long row of town houses, after paying the driver I made my way along the street, 65, 67, yep there it was 69 Hussey Lane, taking a deep breath I made my way slowly up the steps making sure not to trip and fall on my ass. Pushing the buzzer I explained who I was to the static filled voice at the other side, there was a click and the door swung open.

 

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Mrs. Morley had no doubt that Ivan Cockophf was serious, several of the proprietors of some of the finest Gentlemen’s Clubs in London had tried, and had met a most unpleasant and untimely end . Mavis Morley was many things but a fool was not one of them. A most charming smile graced her face as she nodded her head..

“A very reasonable proposal all things considered Comrade Cockophf”

A soft knock on the door broke the tension in the room. Mavis Morley inclined her head to and was answered by a curt nod.

“ Enter”

Dominique entered she was attired as a dominatrix an evil looking whip hanging from her waist.

“ Madame a Miss Jane Bond wishes to speak to you about a hostess position”

A wicked smile creased the young woman’s face.

”Madame she is quite the innocent as she said she has not waited table sense her university days.”

“Comrade shall I interview the young Lady or shall you?”


“Bond you say…………………I wonder………no it couldn’t be………No Mavis you interview her I shall observe from the other room.”

” Dominique send her in.”

“Yes Madame…………………….She is such a delightfully innocent little morsel.”

Ivan Cockophf watch from behind the one way Louis the Fourteenth mirror. He was pleasantly surprised as the golden haired beauty entered the other room. Her short black skirt and tight white blouse left little to the imagination, the young beauty’s long blonde hair tied back in a neat pony tail, so young so innocent, so tasty, and yet there was that unmistakable family resemblance………….BOND

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Mavis Morley had to admit that Dominique was correct the girl was most defiantly a delightful morsel.

So Miss Bond,……………Jane you are looking for employment”

Mrs. Morley lounged in her settee, and lift Jane standing, her eyes taking in every inch of the young beauty from the tip of her nose to her toes. Mavis decide to play the girl along and the standard question and answer regiment of a job interview played out. The ebb and flow of questions and answers was interrupted by the ringing of her phone.

“Mrs. Morley……Yes, I do believe so…………..Ummmmmmmmmm very interesting………Oh yes that would be quite amusing.”


A wicked smile creased Mavis Morley as she hung up the receiver.

“Very impressive my dear, now would you kindly disrobe so I may see your qualifications,”

The woman paused.

“Every thing Miss Bond, shy girls are not hired.”



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Ivan Cockophf hung up the phone and waited for the show to begin.

BOND At last he would have his revenge.

 

[MildInfatuation]

Jane

The woman stood in the doorway was unbelievable and I struggled not to check the street in case anyone was watching, ‘Bright and bubbly ‘ I told myself as I stuck out my hand and tried really hard not to stare at the leather clad…whatever she was. “Hello, I’m Jane, Jane Bond.” Holding out my C.V I pulled a massive cheesy grin from the pit of my stomach trying really hard not to show that she was about the scariest person I had ever laid eyes on and silently grateful that she hadn't accepted my offer of a handshake.

She stood in the doorway for a little longer than needed and finally motioned me in taking my C.V and waving at a large armchair before disappearing down a corridor without a word.

The woman in leather came back quickly and I followed her back down the corridor keeping a few paces behind, I didn’t want to get any closer to her than I needed! Keeping my huge cheesy grin in place I nodded and smiled even wider (god my face was going to hurt after this!) when she showed me the door to what I assumed was Mrs Morley’s office.

The usual introductions were made and I settled into the interview question answer routine, I even remembered all the things on the C.V that Q had prepared for me. The phone rang giving me a moments respite from the grilling and I silently congratulated myself on doing so well. Feeling ready to face just about anything my mouth dropped open at what Mrs Morley said next, she wanted me to take my clothes off, all of them!

I stood with my arms by my sides and fidgeted for a moment, “Every thing Miss Bond, shy girls are not hired.” she looked slightly amused and I guessed this was some sort of test, but Q hadn’t said anything about this during the briefing, in fact he’d been quite adamant that I would only be waiting tables, they had other girls for the clientele.

Trying hard not to show how nervous I was I slowly stepped out of my shoes, which in a way was a relief, my feet were killing me and it felt good to feel the thick carpet under them. Deciding to just get this over and done with I concentrated on unbuttoning my blouse which was hard with my hands shaking so much. Finally undone I took it off and draped it over the arm of a chair, reaching behind I unzipped my skirt, fumbling over the button, my fingers feeling thick and stupid. Eventually my skirt dropped to the floor and I crouched down to pick it up and place it on top of my blouse.

I felt terrified standing there in my underwear but somehow thankful I was wearing something decent at least. With one arm across my chest and the other covering my lower half the best I could I looked at Mrs Morley, who just raised an eyebrow and looked meaningfully at my underwear, my shoulders dropped and reluctantly I reached around to unhook my bra, ‘The things I do for my bloody country’ I thought before pulling my bra off with one hand had covering myself with the other. With just my knickers left I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I slowly pulled them down and put them with all the other clothes on the chair.

 

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Mavis Morley was quite pleased at the look of utter disbelief on the golden haired beauty’s face as she ordered the girl to strip. She of course was prepared for the protestations of I am NOT THAT KIND OF GIRL, but was pleasantly surprised as Miss Bond stepped out of her shoes. In All her years as a Madame catering to the sexual quirks of the elite of London’s Society Mavis Morley was hard pressed to ever remember such a beautiful girl as this Miss Bond ever, well perhaps with the exception of herself at the girl’s age and that thought brought a bemused smile to the Madame of 69 Hussey Lane.

Jane was so innocent so inexperienced as she meekly complied with Mrs. Morley’s order the way she shifted her wait from one foot to the other the sensual sway of her hips, the momentary hesitation as the golden haired Miss Bond stood there her in her bra and knickers modestly tiring to shield her near nakedness with her hands. Ivan found his respect for Mavis Morley growing when a mere stern look from her had the alluring Miss Bond standing their completely naked with out having to utter a word.


Mavis Morley rose from her chair she could almost hear Ivan Cockophf panting at the sight of this Flower of British Womanhood, and again that wicked smile played at the corners of her mouth. A long Fu Man Chew cigarette holder perched in Mrs. Morley’s fingers, the steel gray smoke ok her black Turkish cigarette curling in sensually dancing patterns towards the ceiling.

“Miss Bond as I said Shy girls do not get hired”

Though the older woman’s voice was sweet and soft as summer wine the look in her cold gray eyes left no doubt that she was deadly serious.

“Now Jane hands by your sides, shoulders back…………………………Ah that is much better my dear.”

Mavis Morley circled Jane studying ever delightful inch of the young woman, she slipped the elastic that held Jane’s hair in her ponytail and watched as the young beauty’s honey gold hair cascade down over her alabaster shoulders The Madame’s hands hefted Jane’s breasts her thumb brushing across her nipple and was pleased as the tender bud immediately puckered.

“A Little small aren’t they dear, but never mind the customers really enjoy the school girl look”

Slowly Mavis’s hands trailed down over Jane’s flat abdomen to tease the fine reddish golden wisps of her downy fleece.

“A natural blonde Miss Bond very unusual.”

Morley strolled to her desk and pressed the intercom.

“Dominique My office now……….I have decide to take you……………..on Miss Bond.”


The leather clad dominatrix knock was soon heard at the door, the woman in her 8” heels entered.

“Dominique take Miss Bond to the training room so she may learn her duties.”

Dominique stepped forward a leather studded collar in hand with a lead attached and stepped forward to place it around Jane’s slender neck.

“Now remember Jane there is not place for shy or stubborn girls hear now do every thing Dominique tells you.


Ivan Cockophf could have kisses Mavis Morley for she had guessed correctly the he would want to get his hands on the lovely Miss Bond as soon as possible. He looked at his dwarft henchman,

“Come Igore we mustn’t keep Miss Bond waiting.

 

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Jane

Feeling like an animal at auction I waited while Mrs Morley looked me over, with reluctance I held my arms at my sides and stood up straight. No matter how embarrassed I felt, I had to carry on, any complaints on my part and I was sure I would be shown the door. All I needed to do was get out on the floor, speak with Cockophf and give the intel to my contact, heh that had seemed so easy back at the SIS.

My cheeks were burning with shame as Mrs Morley loosened my pony tail and my hair fell around my shoulders, it was naturally full of lift, well that’s what my hairdresser said every time I got it cut but I wasn’t overly keen. Every time Mrs Morley touched me I tensed at the feel of her hand and it was all I could do not to gasp when she held my breast almost lovingly. My body betrayed me on various levels and I could barely contain my horror when her thumb gently slide over my small nipple, making it spring to life.

“A Little small aren’t they dear, but never mind the customers really enjoy the school girl look” her comment cut through me like glass, how dare she, I’d never had any complaints before…although in all honesty there hadn’t been that many people too complain.

I suffered the rest of the examination in silence, all my training couldn’t have prepared me for this and I just didn’t know how to cope at all, not when small comments were thrown in my general direction. Holding back a sigh of relief I watched Mrs Morley wander to her desk and call Dominique into the room. It seemed I had got the job but even I could tell it wasn’t going to be a simple matter of waiting tables and who in the hell was Dominique?

That was something I really wish I hadn’t found out as the leather clad woman from earlier came strolling into the room swinging a collar and leash. After a word from Mrs Morley she placed the studded collar around my neck, as I raised my hands to stop her fastening it Mrs Morley piped up from behind us “Now remember Jane there is not place for shy or stubborn girls hear now do every thing Dominique tells you.”

“But I only wanted a job as a Hostess, I want to wait tables, that was what we talked about Mrs Morley.” My pleas fell on deaf ears and Dominique just smirked in my direction as she lead me out of the office. With no choice but to follow her I tried to keep as much distance as I could with out getting dragged over.

Up ahead I could see a couple of people talking and as we passed them I realised it was the Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs and ‘M’. looking at him pleadingly I was surprised to see him spot me and then turn away.

 

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“But I only wanted a job as a Hostess, I want to wait tables, that was what we talked about Mrs. Morley.”

“ Dear Jane, sweet child a Hostess at 69 Hussey Lane caters to the needs of our clients not matter what they are.”

Mrs. Morley enjoyed the sensual role of Jane’s hips as she was led from the office by Dominique. The Madame of 69 Hussey Lane had to admit that Miss Bond was a stunning creature in the first full blush of young womanhood. The older woman did not care a wit wither this gorgeous creature was from MI6 as Ivan believed or not. The girl was young, a stunning beauty, with a refreshing touch of naivety, and far from the first young lady to enter Mrs. Morley’s house with a misunderstanding of what her job would truly entail. A smile creased the woman’s face, Jane was a most delightful morsel, that had been snared in her spider’s web of deceit. Now if Miss Bond was sensible she would enjoy the carnal joys of her job, if not well then Dominique would enjoy training the girl, but either way Jane Bond would make Mrs. Morley a good deal of money.


Lord Vie Count Batard Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs eyes lit up as Dominique led the most delightful little tart by. He turned to his old school chum and smiled.

” Well my, My old boy what a nice little piece of fluff……………………………….. Dominique is she available?

“M” shifted a bit uncomfortably as Jane was led by he was shocked at how truly beautiful Jane was, and how very naked as well.

Monsieur I am afraid not but perhaps soon………………….Come along Jane.”

Miss Jane Bond was led down a winding set of stairs, deep into the depth of the house at 69 Hussey Lane and into a dimly lit room, which much to her surprise was an accurate replica of a dungeon. Several women attired in leather greeted Dominique and swiftly took Jane and bound her hand and foot to a cross of St Andrew. The dominatrix unclipped the lead from Jane’s studded leather collar, the tall brunette’s lips brushed Jane’s.

Professor the new girl is here.”

Ivan Cockophf entered dressed in a white lab coat followed by his diminutive minion Igore. He let his eyes feast on Jane’s exquisite beauty, spread eagled and bound totally at his mercy.

“Miss Bond, Jane I am the Professor my assistant and I will determine in what area of the House your are best suited to serve. With this in mind my dear Miss Bond my assistant Igore and I will be conducting several tests.”

Ivan gentle caressed Jane’s flawless cheek with the back of his hand.

“Igore the stimulator please.”

The dwarf rolled out a vibrator mounted on an adjustable stand, positioned it so the tip was even with Miss Bond’s downy pussy, the tip just grazing the girl’s clitoris. Then the evilly grinning little man flipped a switch and the vibrator hummed to life teasing Jane’s hooded little clit. The Professor then attached two small vibrating clamps to Jane’s nipples, before he retired to a control panel where he began to adjust the cycles of the vibrators. At first the vibrating dildo at Jane’s clit just nuzzled her then a slow positioning action started as it began to move in and out the stunning Miss Bond’s pussy.

 

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Jane

With little choice but to follow Dominique, I trailed after her feeling more than a little embarrassed. All I had to do was a simple recon job and somehow I had ended up in this bizarre situation. At least M knew what was going on and hopefully he would send an extraction team to get me out.

We walked down into the basement area of the building and as I moved further away from signs of life I decided to steel my resolve, after all what could they do to me? as far as they knew I was a girl looking for a job, they couldn’t keep me here, that was kidnapping and last time I checked it was still illegal. I bet they were just trying to scare me, I guessed that all sorts of men wanted the attentions of the girls and they needed to know that I would be able to handle some of the more unusual requests. Feeling slightly happier about everything I followed Dominique without any fuss, sure that I would be home free after a while.

Leaving the dimly lit corridor we entered a large room filled with loads of strange things, some I recognised but for the most part I had no idea what they were and from the looks of them I didn’t want to either. Still sure of my logic I let the women that were already there tie me to a contraption that looked like a big X, it wasn’t the most comfortable position in the world and the I didn’t like the way Dominique was looking at me but I let them carry on.

Dominique gently placed her hand on my neck, the contact with her made me squirm, I really didn’t like her touching me, not like that, it just wasn’t right! Leaning forward she gave me a soft kiss before removing the lead but left the collar in place. Calling to some sort of professor that I was here, I heard rather than saw a door swing open and a tall man come towards us.

I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was Cockophf, I looked at him again, there was no mistake, he was the man I was supposed to be gathering information on. Did he know who I was? Did he know that I knew who he was? If he did then did he know that I knew that he knew that I knew who he was?

Trying not to show that I recognised him I stayed quiet, my head sagging and my eyes lowered to the floor “Miss Bond, Jane I am the Professor my assistant and I will determine in what area of the House your are best suited to serve. With this in mind my dear Miss Bond my assistant Igore and I will be conducting several tests.”

I watched in curious dismay as the dwarf wheeled one of the contraptions over to where I was tied, it had a….gosh…a vibrator attached to it! I squirmed trying to get out of reach as the tiny man placed it so it was just touching me. My dismay rapidly turned to horror as Cockophf placed clips on my nipples and moved away. I opened my mouth to speak, this was an outrage, this wasn’t meant to happen, they couldn’t do this to me.

I felt the machine jump to life, the vibrations sending little shivers through me as it moved against my clitoris. I knew that squirming wasn’t going to get me anywhere, well so far it hadn’t at least and in my present state even I knew I had to just put up with it.

A moan escaped my lips as the machine started a piston motion that I hadn’t expected, slowly it forced it’s way into my pussy and just when I thought it couldn’t go any further it moved out again. It was horrible, every time it entered me I thought it was going to push it’s way into my stomach, I had never felt anything so big before in my life. Looking around for some sort of help I could only see smiles from the people watching my humiliation, they were enjoying this and my heart sank, I wasn’t going to get any help.

I needed to form a plan, someway of getting out of here but the relentless rhythm of the machine was clouding my thoughts and my bag and clothes were in the office which seemed a million miles away.

To my surprise it didn’t take long before I was accustomed to the machines pounding and coupled with the vibrations I found my body start to relax slightly, confused by this I shook my head “Stop this please, I don’t….don’t want the job any more I just want to go home.” I looked around, Cockophf chuckled and the machine’s speed increased. I could feel myself getting wet, my bodies way of giving in to the torment and that at least eased the way for the vibrator.

Still trying to keep up the pretence of who I was I tried again, “Please Professor” My words started in breathy gasps “Please I don’t want to do this, I just wanted to earn some extra money...please” I could feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes, my face hot and flushed and dread filled me as I realised that I was alone and helpless.

 

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From the moment the alluring Miss Bond’s eyes looked up at him Ivan Cockophf knew that she knew who he was, yet did this charming young beauty know that he knew who she was, most probably the answer was yes, and Cockophf certainly hoped that she did, for if she was half the woman that James Bond was a man then his revenge would be all the sweeter for she would play the role of her cover story to the better end.

Ivan Cockophf was a master at his craft, he played the role of the professor to the tee, he relished the look of disgust in Jane’s eyes as Igore positioned the deceive, the little squeals of shock as the fiendish device hummed to life. Ivan admiration grew as Jane played a innocent young woman that had little real experience in the realm of the erotic. He marvels at how her every reaction was so believable. The horrified look in Miss Bond’s soft doe like eyes as his mechanical love took the stunning beauty the whimpers of fear and humiliation slowly changing to gasps of sexual arousal. The confusion, the way her golden tresses caught the light as Jane shook her head pleading;

“Stop this please, I don’t….don’t want the job any more I just want to go home.”

Her lily white thighs glistening with the pearly dew drops of her sweet womanly nectar.

Please Professor”

Jane’s words came in breathy gasps.

“Please I don’t want to do this, I just wanted to earn some extra money...please”

The tears forming in the corners of my eyes, trickling down her flawless cheeks, the hot crimson blush, and the helpless loss little girl look in those soft eyes.

“My Dear Miss Bond you belong to the house know and you have no choice my dear. Bad little girls are punished.”

A flip of a switch on his control panel and the nipple clamps bit down followed by a mild shock that had Jane supple body arched in exquisite pain and very naughty pleasure at the same time. The little dwarf now licked Jane's dew nectar from her shimmering inner thighs. Gracing Miss Bond’s tender silken thighs with very naughty little bites.

It was at this moment that Dominique returned to whisper into Cockophf ear.

“Professor our little lam has caught the eye of Lord Vie Count Batard Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs.”

He bent his lips to Dominique’s ear

“The school girl outfit for the Vie Count I believe Dominique”

Yes Professor.”

Dominique clipped the lead to Jane’s collar a snap of the older woman’s fingers and she led Jane away. When they reached the dressing room Dominique called out #sg102. and the most scandalous school girl outfit was brought out

“ Get dressed girl time to go to work.”

Jane was then led to another room that was set as a 1st form classroom where Lord Vie Count Batard waited .

Sir she is yours for the evening enjoy.

So Jane was left with his Lordship.

 

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Jane

“My Dear Miss Bond you belong to the house now and you have no choice my dear. Bad little girls are punished.”

From the gleam in his eye and the wistful smile that crossed his lips I knew that Cockophf was aware of who I was, he had tangled with my father in the past and I was sure he would think of this as sweet revenge, what he didn’t know was that I hadn’t seen my father in years. I wanted little to do with his life and he had shielded me from it as much as he could, though I think a part of it was that a child wasn’t really in keeping with the image of the great James Bond and I was hardly poster girl material, if I sat on the floor long enough I would fall off!

It took all my strength to ignore what was happening, my body writhing and twitching with a mind of it's own. I wasn't going to give in this wasn't going to gt to me. there was nothing I could do but hang on to the hope I would get away, all the while the little man was touching me the sensations were disracting and I could no longer think straight. Tears ran down my face and I prayed that this wouldn't last much longer.

The lull in sensation dragged me back to the situation at hand, I could see Cockophf and Dominique talking quietly before she came over and after clipping the lead on my collar released me from the cross. I sagged gratefully, my arms and legs numb from the awkward position, barely had I time to get the feeling back into my limbs before
Dominique lead me to a dressing area and produced an outfit that she wanted me to wear.

Almost gratefully I put on the clothes, anything to cover my nakedness but as I looked at the tiny outfit in the mirror I may just as well not have bothered, the very short skirt barely covered the curve of my backside and every time I moved you could see the little white panties and the fact that the top must have been about two sizes too small really didn’t help me at all.

Dominique was standing in the doorway, busy talking to someone, while she was distracted I looked around for anything that might help me, what could I use, I wasn’t a field agent, I was a lab rat and until now had been quite happy to ignore the real world in favour of science, I didn’t have the training I needed but I was going to get out of this…somehow. I spotted a table with makeup and a few other bits and pieces on it, checking that my watcher was still busy I grabbed a few things I thought might eventually be useful and finished getting dressed.

I was scared, I had a good idea what was coming next but in all honesty I had no idea what to do, I followed Dominique again as she led me to another side room, this place was a maze and I was having trouble keeping track of where I had been. I could hear the muted sounds of life above me but I was going to have a lot of trouble getting back there if I managed to get away.

As I entered the room and the lead was released my mouth dropped open, there was Lord Vie Count Batard sat happily in a classroom…
“Sir she is yours for the evening enjoy.” Dominique turned on her heel and left the room, leaving us alone, I shuffled from foot to foot, trying hard not to look at him, could I count on him as an ally or did he know who I was as well?

“Hmm that’s a nice little nothing you’re almost wearing and if I may say even prettier close up.” I heard the scrape of wood as a chair was pushed back, glancing up in astonishment, I managed to quickly look away again, I was a wreck and even on a good day could barely make myself presentable, I ached and my body felt strung out, like I needed a release or something but I didn’t know what it was.

‘Come on Bond get it together!’ I chastised myself silently. Looking up at him from under my lashes I tried my best to look scared, not that it took too much effort.

“What…what are you going to do?” I took a step forwards and fell in a heap on the floor, tears forming again and slowly running down my face, “Please…” my voice quivered then broke, “please…help me…”

 

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“Sir she is yours for the evening enjoy.”

The Foreign Secretary Vie Count Batard remained seated as Dominique thrust our young Miss Bond into the classroom. The Foreign Secretary watched with keen interest and a visibly growing lust as Jane shuffled from foot to foot, her soft eyes demurely downcast. His beady little eyes eagerly devoured our young heroin, his withered face seemed to brighten as he studied Jane’s tiny outfit, the little plaid skirt so scandalously short, it barely covered the firm curve of the young beauty’s sensual backside, and with every move he could see the little white panties. The fact that Jane’s white school blouse was about two sizes too small had her firm young breast straining to be free. She was a very naughty Little School Girl and he would have to take her in hand.

“Hmm that’s a nice little nothing you’re almost wearing and if I may say you are even prettier close up.”

Ivan Cockophf had just arrived at the voyeur one way mirror that look out into the school room Vie Count Batard was just standing his withered frame advancing on the stunning Miss Bond. Ivan settled down to enjoy the humbling of his arch enemy’s daughter.

“What…what are you going to do?”

Jane took a step forward, fell in a heap on the floor, tears forming, then slowly trickling down her flawless cheek.

“Please…please…help me…”

Vie Count Batard was beside himself with joy at this new little tart, he could almost believe she was an innocent.

“Why of course my dear!”

His wizened voice crackled as he stooped and his boney fingers began to unbutton Jane’s blouse. He raised the girl to her feet and slid down the zipper of Jane’s skirt leaving our young Miss in only her knickers and bar…………………..

“M” was beside himself this simple mission was becoming a “Cock UP”. He watched as Jane’s naked little derrière disappeared down the hall. He knew he could do nothing immediately and played for time after and hour had passed he excused himself from his old school chum Vie Count Batard. As Soon as “M” was clear of 69 Hussy Lane and sure he was not followed he made a call to New Scotland Yard and arranged for a raid.”

……… Vie Count Batard was just easing Jane down to her knees, his dean’s gown now hanging open, his mammoth cock just brushing the girl’s velvet soft neither lips, the downy fleece so inviting to the Vie Count as her prepared to take the girl.

Just then solitude of the house was shattered by a Policeman’s whistle and all hell broke lose.

 

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A gentel nudge