Jane Bond

[cgraven]

Jane gasp softly. She couldn't hide the surprise that sparked in her eyes nor did it go unnoticed by Boris even though he gave no indication that he had noticed it.

"Thank you Sir, the chance to get warm and dry would be appreciated. I'm afraid I didn't catch your name the other evening when I was called away so quickly, might I ask what it is now?"

“Brian de More, Jane.”

Brian de More was a cover that Boris had used when in England, a very respectable business man dealing in the import export market. Slipping his rain coat from his shoulders he draped it over Jane’s shoulder his firm body very close to hers, then turning her led the way to his Loft. It was a five minute walk through the twisting maze of the London docks. The Loft itself was on the top floor of an old warehouse the style was eclectic, an open space richly furnished yet still the oaken beams the small gas fire gave it the feel of an artist garret. In the corner was a small table with a half finished clay statue of a nude that was defiantly female.

“Jane the bathroom is to your left you’ll find towels and a robe.”

Boris stepped up close behind Jane, his body just brushing hers, his warm moist breath washing over the nape of her neck, as he slipped his coat from her shoulders. Every move net every action was designed to fan the passions that where so recently awakened in Jane’s supple young body. As he was hanging up the coat he turned to confused young beauty.

“Jane would you prefer coffee or tea? I fear my travels have left me with a liking for coffee, not very English I know.”

The dark blue silken robe that Ms. Bond would find in the bath room would complement her complexion and be rather spaciously short.

“Now off you go and get out of those soaking close before you catch your death of cold.”

 

[caela]

Slipping his rain coat from his shoulders he draped it over Jane’s shoulder his firm body very close to hers, then turning her led the way to his Loft.

Jane had to fight down the urge to shiver and her teeth sunk to her lower lip to keep back a soft whimpering. Pulling the coat tightly around her she smiled her thanks up to Brian and followed him quietly. Her mind was spinning, the name he'd given set off bells in her head. She'd read it somewhere before but she couldn't place where. It tickled at the back of her mind through the entire walk to the loft but once there she pushed the thought aside. If it was important it would come back to her.

She liked the loft, it's eclectic decor appealing to her. She turned to ask him something but was interupted by his telling her where the bathroom was and that she'd find towel and a robe there. He came up behind her again and this time she did whimper, veyr very softly, when his hot breath washed across her neck.

Damnit Bond! get a grip on yourself! she though while he was asking if she prefered tea or coffee. "Coffee is fine. My mother loves the stuff so I grew up drinking it more then tea anyway." What Jane didn't add was that her father loved it as well and that he was the reason she drank so much of it.

Giving him a warm smile she slipped off to the bathroom. As she peeled her wet clothes from her body she realized the cold had seeped deep into her bones and hoped he wouldn't mind her taking a quick shower. Quickly she had hot water pouring from the shower head and slid under it. She simply stood there for a few moments until her flesh was warm once more and then slid out again. Drying off was quickly done and she slipped into the robe he had told her would be there.

It was a bit shorter then Jane would have liked but the dark blue color pleased her when she saw her reflection in the mirror. She didn't usually wear such bold colors but this she liked and made a note of it for her next shopping trip with Anna. Wrapping a towel, turban like, around her hair she padded quietly back out to the main room of the loft and smiled at the smell of good strong coffee brewing.

"I left my clothes hanging over the curtain rod to dry if that's alright. My dry cleaner would kill me if I threw that suit into a dryer." Curling down onto the couch she tucked her long legs under her and watched the man she knew as Brian. The cut of the robe might be designed to be sexy but with her grey eyes looking to him trustingly and the towel turbaned on her head Jane looked very much like the innocent she was.

****

"You did what?!" James nearly screamed at M and slammed a fist into the other man's desk. "How could you send Jane out into the field? She's a lab tech for christ's sake not an agent! Even if you did want her in the field you never throw a bloody novice that far in over their heads! Damn you M."

Needless to say James had not been happy to return from Russia and find out that his daughter had been sent out into the field. He was made even less so when he found out that the fish she'd been sent to chase was none other then Boris Ivanavich. The man was a baracuda and James knew that no matter how brilliant his daughter was she was no match for Boris. She just didn't have the experience.

"Calm down James. Jane is perfectly safe. She has all of her little gadgets with her if she needs help and she is YOUR daughter after all," M said trying to calm James down. M wouldn't have tolerated such an outburst from any other agent but had come to rather expect them from James.

"That's right M, she's MY daughter and she damn well looks it. Boris has seen me M, more then once. How long do you think it's going to take him to put her features together and see me in them. I give it thirty seconds because he's seen her mother too and Boris has a memory for faces." Grabbing his coat from the coatrack he spun to leave the office. "I'm going to extract her, if you need a younger agent then we have M call the fucking Americans."

That said James slammed the door behind him and headed out of the office building. It didn't take long for him to realize he was going to need help though. If Boris really did frequent the Bond Unicorn then James couldn't just go crashing in there and snatch Jane. Damn he needed to think!

 

[cgraven]

The dark blue silk robe did suit Jane quite well, it rich sensual color complemented her mysterious blue gray eyes, and brought out the tawny richness of her soft skin. He handed Jane a steaming mug of dark rich coffee, subtly laced with brandy.

“Jane I take it you’re at university as most of Mrs. Windom’s girl’s are. What are you majoring in?”

They talked the atmosphere casual, Jane sipping her coffee her legs tucked up under her like a little girl. Brian as she knew Boris Ivanavich was very attentive to her, his ice blue eyes softer in the subdued light of the loft. He prattled on a bit about his import export business answering Jane’s questions with a natural ease that gave validity to what he said. Eventually the conversation turned to art and sculpture. Brian took Jane’s hand, drawing her up from the couch. He showed the young beauty the little collection he had, nothing that one would not expect from a cultured well to do business man. The theme of his collection was the erotic, not crass but polished, with a subtitle seductiveness that seemed to draw the viewer in. Finally they stood by the small table with a half finished clay statue of a nude, that was defiantly female.

“Oh that, I am afraid my model’s boy friend objected and she left.”

He paused taking a step back and a very long critical look at Jane.

“Jane pose for me while your clothes dry.”

 

[caela]

Jane smiled sweetly up to him as he led her over to hi collection. She'd always appreciated such pieces and even had a few of her own in her home. She savors the subtle eroticism and the beauty of the collection and the sight of the half finished sculpture made her a bit sad. It had the beginning of a stunning piece of work but it needed to be finished.

“Jane pose for me while your clothes dry.”

She looked up at him in surprise and laughed softly. "I couldn't possibly Brian. From what you have done already it appears this young woman was absolutly stunning. I'm afraid I'd be a bad follow up." There was no disembling in her voice, none of that tone that women have when fishing for compliments. Jane honestly believed she would be unsuited to pose for such a statue. She was one of those rare women that was truly unaware of her own exotic beauty.

She shivered slightly and pulled the robe slightly tighter around her as Brian simply looked at her in disbelief at her words. "What? Why that look Mr. DeMore? Have I done something wrong?" The look in his eyes made her nervous and sent small tingles running down her spine but she pushed the thoughts away and sipped at her coffee.

 

[cgraven]

She shivered slightly and pulled the robe slightly tighter around her as Brian simply looked at her in disbelief at her words. "What? Why that look Mr. De More? Have I done something wrong?" The look in his eyes made her nervous and sent small tingles running down her spine but she pushed the thoughts away and sipped at her coffee.

Their was a quizzical look on Brian’s face, could this stunning young beauty be truly unaware of her sensual beauty, could she be that innocent. He studied Jane with an artist’s eye as she sipped her coffee, he watched as the brandy slowly took effect. Brain lend over his breath washing across Jane’s cheek, slowly he took the cup from her hand, it lingered their cupping hers, before Brain drew her to her feet. The back of his hand brushed her flawless cheek.

“Jane you are a beautiful young woman.”

Their was no guile in his voice, his hand slowly trailed down over the swell of the young novice’s breast. His fingers toyed with the silken belt of Jane’s robe, a slight tug and the dark shimmering blue silk parted, falling open, the edge of it barely clinging to her peaked nipples, the helm playing hide and seek with the soft chestnut fleece of her “Venus Mound.” Brian’s ice blue eyes held Jane’s stormy blue-gray eyes as he led her to the small bench before he slipped her robe from her shoulder to pool around her trim ankles. He steeped back his eyes taking in Jane’s naked glory.

Brian took seat by the table his strong hands began working the clay they sensual caressed it as Brain began shaping it to his well.

“Jane recline on the bench,………..”

There was a deep compelling quality to his voice his eyes holding Jane’s captive

“……………….. yes let your fingers tease your nipple,………………..yes very good.”

Slowly as Brian worked the clay his instructions for Jane’s pose became ever more erotic.

 

[caela]

Jane felt herself caught in his eyes as he drew her up to her feet. His touch when he cupped her hands to take the cup of coffee from her sent a nearly electric shock rushing down through her body. She knew she should thank him for telling her she was beautiful but she couldn't seem to form words as his eyes held hers in thrall before him.

The brandy had done it's job in lowering Jane's inhibitions even though she'd had very little. Jane wasn't a drinker and so a little alcohol went a long way with her. Her hands fluttered helplessly at her sides when Brian stepped closer and pulled the sash on her robe. She felt it part and the kiss of the rooms air against her skin drew a soft whimper from her throat.

She let him lead her to the bench once the robe had slithered to the floor and she lay back on it as instructed. Her eyes showed her nervousness and a small touch of fear as well. She'd only been this bared to someone once before and that had been earlier this very day. She felt the blush that colored her cheeks at the thought of what had happened earlier and had to fight down a shudder.

She barely realized that her hands had obeyed the compelling nature of his voice until she felt the thrumming of pleasure that snaked through her at the touch of her fingers on her nipples. With a soft groan she plucked the rock hard buds and rolled them between her fingertips. Slowly her hands roamed over her body, bringing herself pleasure under his guidance. The way he held her eyes compelled her to obey and the look that flashed in his own eyes when his gaze swept over her body made Jane feel lovely and sensual; a feeling she found nearly as heady as the brandy she'd unwittingly drunk.

****

James growled his frustration when he arrived at the apartment set up for Jane and found that his daughter wasn't there. Where the hell would she be? He'd checked the University schedule set up for and had nearly cringed at some of the classes she was supposed to be taking. His Jane had surpassed most of them before she was 18. She didn't have any classes scheduled for today though so where the hell was she?

He supposed she could be out with some of the girls she worked with though he foundit unlikely. His daughter would not be likely to spend her free time with such "ladies". He cringed and nearly punched the wall when he thought of his daughter working in that place. Oh he was no prude and if Jane took a million lovers James wouldn't look sideways at it, what bothered him was his daughter playing the whore.

He sighed softly and drew a deep breath. He needed to get himself under control and if he was going to extract Jane it had to be done carefully. Driving back to MI6 James avoided M and quickly pulled up the file on Jane's activities. Getting the names of the men that were supposed to be her regulars and pocketing them before heading down to the lower level where the computers were kept.

James hated coming down here. It was cold in deference to the machinery that filled this level and there was very little evidence that humans inhabited the place. Looking around he quickly found Jane's acquaintance Matt. The boy was a complete computer geek though he didn't look the part. James couldn't help thinking that with a bit of training this boy would make an excellant field agent.

"Mr Bond!" Matt said surprised. James never came down here unless it was VERY important. "How can I help you Sir?"

The boy had manners too, once he got Jane out of this mess perhaps he's push them together a bit and see what happened. "Hello Matt. I need helping getting my daughter out of the mess M has put her in. Does she have a tracking device on her?"

"No Sir, she refused one saying they were too easy to spot and too hard to conceal. She does have a wired necklace though. One of her own designs. The electronics are so small that no one who didn't know they were there would be able to follow them, what she needs is transmitted through the links of the chain based on the sequence in which she presses on them. She can deavtivate it entirely with a special sequence or just by undoing the clasp."

James cursed in more languages then he could keep track of, her temper boiling for over ten minutes and making him prowl the space before Matt like caged lion. Finally calming down he nodded slowly, "has she checked in today?"

"No Sir. She's off the radar at the moment. She didn't go home from the club and she slipped our tail in the fog. We won't know where she is again until she either goes back to the apartment, the club, or activates the necklace."

 

[cgraven]

Boris was a skilled and accomplished sculptor the clay under his fingers bending to his will, slowly taking on the appearance of Jane.

She barely realized that her hands had obeyed the compelling nature of his voice until she felt the thrumming of pleasure that snaked through her at the touch of her fingers on her nipples. With a soft groan she plucked the rock hard buds and rolled them between her fingertips. Slowly her hands roamed over her body, bringing herself pleasure under his guidance.

And mirrored in that clay he delicate fingers that toyed with the taunt bud of her nipple, the hand leisurely draped across her firm flay abdomen, the long delicate finger that dipped to the throbbing bud of the innocent young beauty’s clit. The figurine’s head thrown back, and its full ripe lips “O”ed in a sensual gasp of pleasure.

Boris came to the panting beauty, his lips claimed hers in a long sensual kiss that lingered his tongue danced with Jane’s as he savored the rich sweetness of her mouth, his tongue tempting her to taste him. His kisses traced the line of Jane’s jaw, a nip at the hollow spot just beneath her ear.

“God Jane you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

Boris whispered the truth that his soul could not deny. Slowly his mouth adored Jane’s lithe innocent body. each kiss each nip, and the sensual little tonguing bring such pleasure to a body long denied such pleasure. Slowly he stood his eyes holding Jane’s captive his fingers went to the clasp of the delicate golden necklace that encircled her throat. The clasp gave way he let it slip from Jane’s neck to the floor.

“You have no need for such adornments Jane for the pale in comparison to your beauty.”

Sweeping her into his arms Boris carried Jane to his bed, Laid her on the black silken sheets then slowly kissed his way up her long atelic legs, his tongue reached out to catch the dew drop of her sweet nectar, Then made passionate love to the niave beauty with his mouth.

 

[caela]

Her eyes were glazed as she watched the man she knew as Brian come to her. Without a thought her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips pressed back to his. The temptation offered by his tongue sweeping into her mouth making her own reach out to taste and dance with his. She knows he can hear the low groaning that fills her throat as her body trembles against him.

She was about to thank him for calling her beautiful when she felt his lips trailing over her soft skin and a low gasp parts her lips instead. Looking down at him her eyes have grown dark and filled with the aching need that sweeps through her lithe young body. She writhes there on the bench, her body pressing to every nip and kiss that seems to sear her trembling flesh.

She watches her necklace, her one connection to MI6, fall to the floor and simply can't bring herself to care as he sweeps her into his arms. Her own arms twine around his neck and her lips seek his once more until he places her in the large bed, her skin almost seeming to glow against the black sheets.

A low aching cry is wrenched from her throat as his lips descend on the quivering center of her need. She can't resist the sweet pleasure that his mouth and tongue on her sex brings her and her hips roll and grind innocently down to him. Her motions those dictated by the need that rages through her and not of one with any skill in the arts of sex. She reached down to him and ran her fingers through his hair, unconciously tugging him closer to her hungry pussy.

Just barely she manages to groan, "Ohhh god Brian, please don't stop!"

 

[cgraven]

"Ohhh god Brian, please don't stop!"

Jane’s voice a low husky passion filled groan. Brian did just as the aroused young beauty had asked he continued, his mouth played to her need bring Jane unimagined pleasure, his hands slid up the soft contours of her torso to roll the peaked buds of Jane’s nipples between his thumbs and fore fingers. Her fingers entwined in his ginger hair pulled him deeper into her moist sweet yearning center. The man delighted in the way her body arched to him, begging him for more. Brain / Boris wrung several violent orgasms from Jane. He lifted his head his eyes shining up into her glazed stormy eyes. His fingers interlaced with Jane’s he stretched her arms above the wild, silken, mane, of her chestnut tresses, the auburn highlight in stark contrast to the mid-night black sheets. His hips arched back then thrust forward and his lust for the innocent beauty slid with in her welcoming pussy.

Boris was a master at seduction, he had snared many a young innocent beauty in his long career. He had learned how to please them, excite their bodies, enflamed their passions till the pleasure was almost unbearable, and master not only their supple yearning flesh but their will, claiming them body and soul. Boris now turned those skills on the daughter of his nemesis.

The soft little whimper as he slid into Jane pleased him. She moan as her tight little pussy stretched to accept Boris, he stilled a moment his lips finding hers in a searing kiss that reflected the passion he had unleashed in the young innocent,. Their tongues danced in that erotic kiss, and he nibbled at her full ripe lower lip catching it in his teeth, and gentle tugging at it. Though physically not a virgin, in all other respects this tawny beauty was. Boris tenderly made love to Jane, it was a night of passion that most young girls dream of but seldom find. He whisper to Jane of her beauty, how she pleased him, slowly Boris seduced not only her supple young body but her mind and will as well.


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Judith Windom was beside herself where was Boris, where was Jane? The girl was supposed to be at work over an hour ago. The fear grew in the pit of her stomach.

No he wouldn’t dare! it was one thing to kidnap the alluring young agents of MI6, but this was very different. Jane was the daughter of James Bond.


Damn what was Boris up too.

 

[caela]

Jane's passions seemed to rule her body and every orgasm wrung from her willing form seemed to steal just a little bit more of her intellect and inhibitions until she was in a state of pure animal arrousal and lust. When Brian finalyy climbed up over her and pinned her arms above her head so that he could slide deep into her welcoming depths the young woman arched up sharply and screamed her pleasure.

His whispered words of seduction barely registered in her mind as she moved under him. Her inner walls clung around him like a warm velvet vise and she had no intention of letting go until she felt his own pleasure sweep through her. Slowly she found his pace and learned quickly how to match it and move with him, her legs shifting to wrap around his waist and take his cock as deeply into her as she could.

Jane hardly realized as the day spun out and night descended once more. It was only when he stiffened and groaned his own pleasure, finally collapsing on top of her that her thoughts were able to return to some semblence of normalcy. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she lightly stroked his back while they both tried to catch their breaths. This is what Jane had been hoping for so long ago during her first fumbling attempt at sex and passion!

Tenderly she pressed a small kiss to his forhead before turning her head sideways and glancing at the clock on his nightstand. Seeing the time her eyes widened and her body stiffened sharply, her mind suddenly very much back in focus and control, "Shit! I'm over and hour late for work! Mrs. Windom is going to kill me!"

****

James had been going out of his mind with worry all day. Jane hadn't checked in at all which wasn't like her and had James nearly paniced. Finally as he clocked rolled around to 9 pm He grabbed Matt and they left MI6 together.

Matt had already posed and Jane's brother once during her "mothers" illness and so it would be no stretch if Matt were to show up personally and tell Mrs. Windom that Jane's mother needed her and could Jane be let off early from work.

When Matt came back out of the house without Jane, James though his heart would stop. This was very very bad.

"She hasn't shown up or called in Mr. Bond. The owner, a Mrs. Windom, seemed very worried herself about Jane."

"Shit!" James hissed and slammed his fist against the wheel of the car. If he didn't find his little girl soon someones head was going to roll.

 

[cgraven]

Boris smiled to himself as innocent little Jane Bond slowly she found his pace and learned quickly how to match it and move with him, her legs shifting to wrap around his waist and take his cock as deeply into her as she could.. He idly wonder what her famous father would think if he could see his little girl now with Boris buried deep inside her as her hips arched up to meet him, her long dancer’s legs drawing him into her tight grasping pussy.

When finally Boris filled the alluring Miss Bond with his scalding climax the young beauty was totally spent. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she lightly stroked his back while they both tried to catch their breaths. Jane’s lips hungrily sought those of the man she knew as Brian. The suddenly Jane sat bolt upright her eyes wide.

"Shit! I'm over and hour late for work! Mrs. Windom is going to kill me!"

“Jane it is all right you get dressed and I’ll dive you, Mrs. Windom can be stern but I doubt she will want to lose a very beautiful girl like you for being an hour late.”

Boris watched as Jane flew to the bathroom to get dressed he was sipping his cold Coffee when Jane bent to retrieve her necklace. He smiled as the surgine nipped at her neck and the drug took effect.

Boris brought the unconscious beauty down to the warehouse level, placed her in a special shipping crate strapping her in then sealed it. By the time she awoke Jane would be far from England and in a place that Boris could take his time training her.

Before leaving Boris packed the little clay figure of Jane its delicate fingers that toyed with the taunt bud of her nipple, the hand leisurely draped across her firm flay abdomen, the long delicate finger that dipped to the throbbing bud of the innocent young beauty’s clit. The figurine’s head thrown back, and its full ripe lips “O”ed in a sensual gasp of pleasure. As a final touch he draped Jane’s golden necklace around the erotic figurine.

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A small package arrived by messenger at MI6 simply addressed to Commander James Bond.

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When Jane awoke she found her supple body stretched tight as a bow, her delicate wrist imprisoned above her head, her ankles drawn widely apart and bound. The only saving grace was that she was completely clothed. Brian was seated in a chair his head dropped forward his hands drawn behind his back.

 

[caela]

Jane felt the sting at the back of her neck and gasped softly as she felt her limbs go weak and her body slump to the floor. The last thought that ran through her head before blackness took her was to remember suddenly where she had read the name Brian deMore before.

****

James had been fuming in his apartment for most of the evening until a knock at his door snapped him from his dark thoughts. He was genuinely surprised to find Matt there holding a box addressed to him.

"It came to the office Sir. The handwriting on the label matches the samples we have for Boris Ivanovich so I brought it right over."

"Good man," James muttered and took the box. Opening it quickly James simply went still, his elegant face ashen and Matt saw a look in the mans gaze that no other could claim to have ever seen. Fear.

Looking into the box Matt's face flushed and a string of invective that would make a sailor blush came flying from his lips. Turning his fist slammed into the nearest solid object which, luckily, was the doorframe. The burst of pain in his hand calmed him a bit and his outburst seemed to have snapped James out of his stupor.

"Breaking your hand won't get her back Matt. Come on, we're going to the office and then we're going to find my daughter."

****

When Jane woke and found herself tightly bound she couldn't say she was surprised. Annoyed, angry, disappointed, hurt...but not surprised. Waiting until her ceptor looked up she nodded her head almost regally despite her position.

"Hello Boris."

 

[cgraven]

“Good day Miss Bond I trust you rested well.”

Boris rose slowly and walked to the bound beauty he brushed the hair from her cheek, as always when he touch Jane it was gentle. He could see the hatred in her stormy blue-gray eyes, for try as she might Jane was a novice in the field, an innocent when it came to the affairs between men and women. As he gazed down on the young beauty he could not help but be amazed how much she looked like her mother. Boris finger traced the line of her full lower lip, his touch sensual.

“Jane you never really new your mother did you?”

He paused only a moment not really giving his young guest the chance to answer..

“You have her looks Jane the sensual figure of the dancer.”

As Boris spoke his fingers strayed to the top button of her blouse, it surrender to his fingers.

“And as I can see her firry spirit as well.’

The next button parted and the gentle swell of Jane’s breast came into view.

“We where very much in love till my superiors at the KGB decided she would be the perfect agent to ensnare your father.”

Boris finished unbuttoning Jane’s blouse and folded it back to reveal her lacey bar. A quick delft movement of his fingers and the front clasp of Jane’s French bar parted and her pert breast where laid naked to his view.

“You do realize Jane that you are no longer in England and in your present position you are totally at my mercy.?

 

[caela]

Jane's stormy eyes glared up at Boris; her gaze as deep and roiling as the storm clouds her father often compare them too. She snatched her head to the side when his thumb ran across her lower lip, her mind giving a mental shudder of revulsion while her body gave a small shiver of a different sort.

Her mother? Why was he talking about her mother. It was true Jane had never known the woman and she knew very little about her. Her father hadn't told her much, only that he'd met the beautiful dancer in Russia while he was on assignment. When she'd come up pregnant James had brought her back to England with him. It turned out she wasn't mother material and when Jane was just a baby her mother had left Jane in Jame's care and never returned.

Jane felt no resentment for the abandonment, she'd had a wonderful childhood as the only child of the famous James Bond. She'd grown up roaming the halls of MI6 and playing with gadgets in the lab. The agents had all delighted in her because she was forever asking for stories of their exploits and the on thing they all had in common was enjoying hearing themselves speak. She'd grown up as part of a world that most children only dreamed about. What more could a child ask for?

“We where very much in love till my superiors at the KGB decided she would be the perfect agent to ensnare your father.” One delicate eyebrow arched a bit at hearing this and it took all of Jane's control not to make some smart alec remark in response. Was she meant to feel sorry for him? Was she actually meant to care that the man who had abducted her had known her mother? Just how much of a fool did he take her for?

That last thought was followed by a soft sigh as she glanced at the shackles on her wrists and realized just how much of a fool she was. She turned her face away from him, her hair falling across her face hiding the small tears that begin to track silently down her cheeks. Jane felt almost numb emotionally and couldn't bring herself to care when she felt his fingers opening her blouse.

How could she have been so stupid? She let a few sweet words and a gentle touch lull her into a false sense of security...damnit her father had taught her better! Now she would pay a high price indeed for her foolishness.

“You do realize Jane that you are no longer in England and in your present position you are totally at my mercy.?

She didn't bother to reply to the question. What would be the point? The obviousness of it was as plain as the color of her hair. Instead she simply kept her face turned away and let her tears run down her cheeks unchecked. Self pity and anger welling up, nearly choking her.

 

[cgraven]

Then Boris did something very out of character. Why he was not sure of maybe it was because Jane looked so much like her mother Nadia , who had been so cruelly used for the sake of Mother Russia. He released her from her bounds.

“Jane button your blouse, leave this place, and never look back, but know this your mother never deserted you,.”

Boris new the one thing that could not be argued with was the truth, and yet the truth could have many different meanings. Jane was an innocent but the profile that he had complied on the young beauty was that she had a quick agile mind, throwing herself into academic pursuits, and that she had never had a boyfriend never mind a lover. One truth was that she never really knew her mother , the other was that her vibrant young body craved the sensual

“Or you can stay her Jane and learn about your mother, and what your body craves. The choice is yours if you want it, but it will be the last choice you make till you leave here. “

Boris paused then continued.

“Nothing that happens will be your fault, their will be no decisions , you will be free to be just Jane and to enjoy, and learn.”

Boris knew he was taking a calculated risk but Jane’s curosity was a weakness he could exploit.

 

[caela]

Jane looked at her freed wrists in shock. He was letting her go? Why? She looked up at his suspiciously as she sat up and slid off the table, her finger deftly and instinctivly re-hooking her bra and buttoning her shirt. Damn him why did he have to keep talking about her mother? She honestly hadn't thought about the woman in years except for the candle she lit for her twice a year, once at christmas and once on her mother's birthday.

“Nothing that happens will be your fault, their will be no decisions , you will be free to be just Jane and to enjoy, and learn.”

The comment about things not being her fault rankled. If she chose to stay then everything from that point was her fault! And what made him think she'd choose such a thing? He'd abducted her, stolen her away from everything she knew and everyone she loved and she was god only knew where and now he offered her the choice to stay? What the hell made him think she'd even entertain the idea of trusting him?

"Stay? Are you mad or do you think me a total fool simply because I played the wanton in your apartment? Staying would imply an ability to trust you, if you'd really wanted me to stay anywhere you wouldn't have kidnapped me. If you'll tell me where I am and where the nearest phone is I'll contact my father and have someone come get me thank you very much."

The words were defiant and her tone was haughty, hurt and disappointment blazed in her eyes. Part of her did want to stay, wanted to feel him touch her again, to hear him tell her she was beautiful. She squashed those thoughts quickly though. It was obvious now that he'd used her to hurt her father and the words she had found so sweet in the apartment were probably little more then lies to achieve his ends.

She'd never forget the pleasure he'd brought her body but that memory was tarnished now. Still Jane was ever honest with herself and she knew that if she could honestly believe he'd wanted her, just her and not for the purpose of hurting her father, that she'd be tempted to stay. It wasn't often one was offered information about a long lost parent as well as instruction in the sensual arts all at the same time.

She sighed softly and tried to push her thoughts away. Self pity would get her no where. What she needed was to curl up in her bed and cry like a little girl but she'd be damned if she'd let him see any more of her tears. She was a Bond for christssake!

 

[cgraven]

"Stay? Are you mad or do you think me a total fool simply because I played the wanton in your apartment? Staying would imply an ability to trust you, if you'd really wanted me to stay anywhere you wouldn't have kidnapped me. If you'll tell me where I am and where the nearest phone is I'll contact my father and have someone come get me thank you very much."

“No Jane I do not think you the fool far from it.”

Boris new that seduction took time, the appearance that she really did have a choice essential. Right now Jane was a hurt little girl that needed time to cry, for as much as she played the role of a Bond, I reality she was not.

“It will take time to arrange a secure communications link Jane I am sure you can appreciate that I would prefer that MI6 did not know of the location of this site.”

Boris paused letting the logic of his statement form in Jane’s mind.

“You will have a private room, and no one shall bother you and as you have made it quite clear that you find my company…shall we say objectionable, I will not burden you with.

Boris led Jane to a small room, it was plain but there was a comfortable bed and a private bath.

“If you need anything knock on the door and a guard will get you what you need. I fear the door must remain locked but security is a regretful requirement.”

With that Boris left Jane in the sterile little room.

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Some hours later Jane could just make out muffled voices they seemed to be arguing.

“I tell you Boris has gone mad to let an agent of MI6 go free he threatens every thing we have worked for.”

The other voice a man’s cursed.

If I did not know better I would believe that Boris Ivanavich really cared for her


The first retorted

"He has cared for no one scene Nadia.

 

[caela]

For someone who had grown up at MI6 the logic of needing a secure phone line was inescapable. The fact that he didn't already have one though made her nervous. There was something wrong there and Jane knew it. Someone as smart as Boris' file said he was, wouldn't run an operation like this without a secure line. So what was his real ploy here?

She was too tired and too upset to think it all through. She merely nodded to him when he escorted her to a small, spartan, but comfortable room. She could hear the door lock behind her and as it did she threw herself down on the bed and sobbed softly. She was sure there was a camera somewhere getting it all on film but at least the room gave her the appearance of privacy and that was all it took for the young woman's need to cry to break over her.

Damnit she'd told M she wasn't a field agent! No matter how much she might look like her father she wasn't another James Bond. She was Jane and had always been happier in her lab and with her books then in trying to stay one step ahead of other people. People made no sense to her as her current predicament made obvious. Still sobbing she finally cried herself into a fitful sleep.

When she woke up a few hours later she could hear a muffled argument outside her doorway. Her curiosity got the better of her and she pressed to it listening. At the mention of her mother she growled soft in disgust and spun away from the door.

Always the comments about her mother! Damnit why couldn't people let well enough alone? Wherever Nadia was, Jane wished her only the best and hoped she was happy, but she didn't need the constant reminder of a woman who had decided that a child and life with a spy were more then she could handle.

Shaking herself slightly Jane simply sighed and looked around the room. "From one prison to another it seems," she muttered to herself. At least this one gave her more freedom of movement then being strapped to a table did.

Deciding she felt terribly dirty she moved into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The hot water was a blessed relief as it washed away the grime of the last couple of day. The soap and shampoo were utilitarian but she hadn't really expected to find her own vanilla bean scent to be in stock. Once cleaned she felt mushc better even though she had to slip back into the same dirty clothes.

Wandering back into the main room she simply curled up on the bed and lay there trying not to think at all.

 

[cgraven]

Boris Ivanavich admired Jane’s firry spirit, her beauty was undeniable, but it was her quick mind, her steely inner core in the face of adversity that intrigued him so. Highly intelligent, yes but at what price. Her father was always gone jetting off on some hush, hush assignment, her mother gone without a trace, a succession of nannies, private schools, and school vacations spent wandering the corridors of MI6.
Her young life after University long days in the laboratory, tinkering with little gadgets, and the innocent young beauty’s private life such as it was spent in a world of books and art of the things she could only dream of. Her one night of passion turned to betrayal.

The cold metallic click of the lock on the door drew Jane’s immediate attention, the door opening to revel two armed guards.

Come Miss Bond

There voices flat emotionless. They led Jane through a twisting maze of corridors pass the room here she had been bound, till at last they arrived before a steel door. The hinges creaked ominously as it swung open to revel Boris Ivanavich seated at a small table. The room was very similar to the loft in London, though a bit more scholarly, and their were touches that reflected his Russian heritage, breakfast was laid on the table. Boris rose as Jane entered he pulled out the chair for her to sit. Then resumed his place. He poured the suspicious young beauty coffee and saw the look of distrust in her eyes.

“Do not worry Jane it is not drugged, if I wanted you drugged a simple injection would suffice.”

They shared the meal in silence Jane very much on her guard. When the setting was cleared away all that remained was a silver Georgian coffee pot and there cups. Boris stood and he could see Jane’s supple young body tense.

“You will find a change of clothing in the wardrobe. I trust you will find something to your liking.”

Boris paused then slowly rose.

“I will leave you to change as I have to arrange the link that I promised you last night.”

With a slight bow of a bygone ere Boris excused himself. The wardrobe contained a varied selection of clothing from the modest to the most sensual, and a faded brown folder as well. It bore the insignia of the KGB and was titled Nadia Petroff within in its pages was the story of Jane’s mother, how she had been selected to ensnare James Bond, the evaluation of her assignment, her defection to the west, a copy of her marriage certificate issued at Westminster, and of the witnesses one Lady Mary Jane Gray, and one Colonel Boris Ivanavich, a wedding photo at the small chapel with her father, mother, and Boris. There was also a copy of Jane’s birth certificate.

As Jane turned the pages it became apparent that her mother was recruit by MI6 as a double agent and that her Father James Bond had recommended her for field service. A writ of divorce three months after Jane’s birth giving her father sole custody of Jane. The a cryptic notation that her mother was executed in China two years after Jane’s birth..

There was an evaluation of Jane’s her work in the laboratory of MI6 and her father’s recommendation that she should be transferred to field service, his clinical evaluation of her intelligence and that her looks would be an asset in disarming her potential marks.

There was no doubt that the document were real, the photo’s untouched

Boris returned after two hours.

“Jane the link is ready.”

 

[caela]

Jane sat up when she heard the clicking of the lock on her door. She couldn't say she was surprised that the gaurds that opened it were armed, security in this place had to be extremely tight. She followed them in stony silence, her eyes straigh ahead while her mind marked every turn so that she would be able to find her way back if she needed to.

She was wary as she sat at the table and her eyes glared accusingly at Boris across from her. She half hoped the look would curdle his breakfast in his stomach. As for herself she barely ate. She never could eat much when she was angry and her fury with this man hadn't cooled with her sleep. The coffee she drank plenty of however and it wasn't long before she felt that pleasant rise in energy she always got from drinking quintities of caffiene.

“I will leave you to change as I have to arrange the link that I promised you last night.”

Jane was glad to see him leave and her body relaxed slightly in his absence. Moving to the wardrobe she smiled just a little at the wide array of clothing offered. The more seductive she simply skipped over, she as back to being herself and so she might as well be comfortable. Finding a rich royal blue sundress made of soft silk Jane quickly changed out of her suit and into the more comfortable dress. She delighted in the feel of freedom the looser dress offered and only wished she had a pair of sandles to go with it.

Finding the folder she couldn't help but sighing. She hoped she wasn't quite this obvious about things, could they make any more references to her mother. She was tempted to toss the folder back into the wardrobe but decided she might as well go through the motions and began flipping through it.

Most of the contents didn't surprise her though she did get a small shock at seeing Boris name on her parents marriage certificate. That her mother had gone back to work for MI6 wasn't a real surprise, nor that her father had recommended her for field work. Jane had always known her mother was a former KGB agent; James had never bothered to hide it once she'd started reading MI6 records.

She was sorry to read that Nadia had been executed in China, the little girl in her had always hoped to meet her again someday and the adult in her had always wished her mother to be retired happily some where. She felt a sense of loss that she wasn't quite sure how to define considering she hadn't ever really known the woman.

The page which showed Jame recommending Jane for field work however made her burst out laughing. The document itself was perfect and Jane would have laid money that it had been taken from MI6 itself, it was the information that filled her with mirth. James had never wanted her to be a field agent. They'd only discussed it once and he had been so furious with her for even thinking of it that she'd never brought it up again. She supposed it was possible that as she'd become more entrenched at MI6 that he had changed his mind and simply not told her but she found it highly unlikely.

Boris appeared with such promptness once she finished the file that Jane figured the room was either bugged or that there were camera, perhaps both. “Jane the link is ready.”

"Thank you Boris," she said coldly and turned to follow him. More labrynthine corridors led her to an office that was spartan but oppulant in it's furnishings. When Boris nodded to the phone on the desk Jane picked it up and could hear the clicks and pops that signaled a call being re-routed through god knows how many sites to make it virtually untracable.

Looking over to Boris she asked coldly, "Where do I tell him to extract me from?"

 

[cgraven]

Boris Ivanavich Shook his head sadly he had hoped the truth would have opened Jane’s eyes. But perhaps she was too naïve to see it blinded by a love for a father she really did not know. With a sigh of resignation Boris wrote down longitude and latitudes and passed it to Jane.

‘” You will need these Jane, he can pick you up there in 48 hours, these things take time to arrange.”

Boris turned to leave but turned at the Door.

“Tell your father I shall never forgive him or “M” for Beijing he will know what I mean.. when you are done just knock on the door.


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James was in “M” office when the message came in that Jane was on the phone.


“James find out if she is still with Ivanavich his could be our best chance to eliminate him. If Jane can gain his trust she could with her training pinpoint his exact location.”

“M” shrunk back a bit at the tight jaw and fire in James’s eyes.

“James do not give me that look you have done much worst.”

 

[caela]

There was something in Boris' eyes when he told her to tell her father that he wouldn't forgive him for Beijing that made Jane go still. Could there be more going on here then she thought? No damnit! She would not allow herself to be manipulated like this! Yes this man offered her information about her mother, certainly he'd already given her more of that then her father or MI6 ever had but damnit she couldn't trust him. He'd proven that already bu abducting her.

He was using her to hurt her father.

Sighing softly she wished this place had windows so that she could look outside. She needed the calm that the sight and sounds of nature brought to her. Realizing she was crushing the coordinates in her hand she shook her head and dialed the number for MI6.

****

James snatched the phone once the call was routed into M's office, "Jane, honey is that you?"

"Daddy? Yes Daddy it's me. I'm fine, I haven't been hurt." The last felt like a lie but there was no point in hasing out her emotional pain on a phone that she was sure was being listened in on.

"Where are you Jane? Why haven't you checked in? You've had us all worried sick!" James was very much the hurt and angry parent at the moment and the fact that he still didn't know where his little girl was was tearing him apart.

"I have no idea where I am Daddy. As for why I haven't checked in I am sure you know why so why are you asking. Daddy, tell me about Beijing...and don't lie to me."

Jane wasn't sure where that demand had come from except that the look she'd seen on Boris face when he's mentioned it had touched something in her. Whether she trusted Boris or not there was more going on here then she knew about and the only way to stop herself from becoming a pawn between these two men was to know the gameboard she was standing on.

 

[cgraven]

Boris did not tap Jane’s conversation, he had no need too, for either the suave James Bond would skillfully lie to the girl or she at last would know the truth . He had now doubt about James ability to manipulate women, after all that was what had built his career. He was much to flashy to memorable to be an effective agent, his success was based on getting women to take the risks. In most cases they went willingly like lambs t the slaughter.

Nadia had learned quickly, she had loved James deeply, had been his ploy to get Boris to become a double agent. Her marriage to James short lived only prolonged by the birth of Jane. Nadia’s renowned as a Prima Ballerina, her stunning beauty , gave the sad little Russian beauty access to people and places James could never hope to gain. Their divorce had been one side Jane was his and Nadia could only see her daughter when she returned from an assignment.

Boris waited only time would tell James would tell his daughter the truth or approach her to betray Boris.

 

[caela]

"Beijing? Honey what are you talking about?" James was surprised at his daughters question and his own comment was designed to let M know what they were talking about. M's eyes like James' widened at the reference to the debacle that had happened in Beijing.

"You tell me Daddy, and stop acting like I'm a fool. You may as well put me on the speaker if you are going to just tell M what we are talking about this way. Oh and another question, did you recommend me for field service?"

James glared at M as he flipped on the speakerphone. Recommending Jane for field service had actually been M's idea not James' and here it was being thrown back into his face. Jane might sound sweet and civil but James knew her better then that and could hear the anger bubbling under his daughters voice.

"Yes I did sweetie. You'd been doing such an amazing job in the lab I thought it would be good for you to get some practical experience with the toys you make for the rest of us."

"Listen here Jane, " M interupted bruskly, " You're in a unique... "

" I see. " Jane said softly and hung up the phone before M could finish. She had known that tone in her fathers voice. It was the tone he used when delivering a half truth designed to move people where he wanted them. M's interuption had clinched things in Jane's mind. She might not trust Boris but it was clear she couldn't trust M or her father either and at least Boris seemed inclined to give her information.

Knocking on the door she waited for it to open and handed Boris back the paper that held the extraction coordinates. "I won't need these quite yet. Tell me about my mother please."

 

[cgraven]

Jane handed Boris back the paper that held the extraction coordinates. "I won't need these quite yet. Tell me about my mother please."

There was sadness in those ice blue eyes as Boris took the crumpled paper from the young woman’s hand. It was not a look of triumph that she might have expected.

“Come Jane and I will tell you what I can of Nadia.”


He led Jane from the Coms Center, the guards fell in behind them but Boris dismissed them with a wave of his hand. They walked back through the maze of corridors back to the room where Jane had awoken strapped to the table, then Boris opened a small door that look like it would lead to a closet. But behind it lay his study.

The room was very Russian and held small mementos of his past life a life now long gone. On the desk was a picture of Nadia, she was younger then the pictures Jane had seen and was smiling up at a young man, Boris Ivanavich. Boris ran a loving hand over the frame

“Jane your mother was born in Kiev in the Ukraine…………………………………”

Boris told Jane of her mothers love for the ballet, how she had met James, how the three escaped from Russia, the wedding, of love betrayed, and how the renowned as Prima Ballerina Nadia Petroff and her stunning beauty, gave the sad little Russian beauty access to people and places James Bond could never hope to gain. Their divorce had been one side Jane was her father’s and Nadia could only see her daughter when she returned from an assignment. Boris told Jane of that last mission where Nadia was sent to Beijing, how she was betrayed by MI6 to protect a high place source in China’s government.

When Boris finished he saw the tear that trickled down Jane’s cheek he brushed it away with his thumb. He watched as Jane jerked back then he enfolded the struggling young beauty in his arms.

“Go Ahead Jane, fight me, scream, cry and let your sorrow out.”