Jane Bond

[cgraven]

" I know, thank you Boris. I needed to hear you say that." She sighed softly and let her finger play along the back of his neck. "I suppose I should call Anne. If I have to walk willing into a trap I will need to do it soon before my courage falters. And yes I can design a tracking device that won't be found while I'm naked."

Jane’s soft sigh the way her fingers played at the nape of his neck reminded Boris how much of a kitten at play Jane could be, as she lay there snuggling in his arms. As Jane retrieved the phone her voice was soft as satin as she spoke

…………………………………………………….. Tomorrow, Eduard's, 5 pm. Got it, I'll see you then Anne."


As Jane hung up her there was a deadly calm in her blue-gray eyes, now so much like a predator, a wildcat with very sharp claws. Preparations needed to be made yet Boris eased Jane back on the couch, his lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss. Slowly he stripped her running outfit from her and they made love, hot and passionate one last time before Jane walked into the trap they both knew would be waiting for her.

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“M” private secure line rang

“Yes,………… Tomorrow, Eduard's, 5 pm………………….. they will be leaving London…………..Well done.”

“M” replaced the receiver and a cruel smile spread across his face as he dialed .

“Prepare for a shipment of goods…………….yes tomorrow and be very careful…………destination China.”

“M” longed to be there in person but after the fiasco at the Bond Unicorn that was out of the question, he would just have to wait for the confirmation that the goods had been delivered. After all he would be in China in a week or so. He could wait tell then to see Jane Bond humbled.

 

[caela]

As Jane hung up her there was a deadly calm in her blue-gray eyes, now so much like a predator, a wildcat with very sharp claws. Preparations needed to be made yet Boris eased Jane back on the couch, his lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss. Slowly he stripped her running outfit from her and they made love, hot and passionate one last time before Jane walked into the trap they both knew would be waiting for her.

Jane moved under Boris with a desperation and need that were born of knowing that this might be the last time she'd have with him. What they planned was dangerous but necessary and the small part of Jane's mind that never quite quit working made plans while the rest of her gave everything up to Boris and her passions.

When they were both limp and spent she smiled softly up to him and pressed a kiss to his temple but slowly the dark predatory look sunk into her eyes once more and her brain whirred to life. Pulling a blanket around herself she moved to the desk and muttered softly as she made a list of things she would need to be ready for tomorrow.

"Do you think your men can break into my apartment and make it look like an actual burglery? If they can everything I need is there, if not then I will give them a list of names, addresses, and small shops where they can pick up my merchandise...none of it will be cheap for what I have in mind."

 

[cgraven]

Jane sat there wrapped in a blanket or nearly so for as she work I would slip lower, so absorbed was she that she hardly noticed. Even when it slid from her shoulder exposing her firm breast she simply gave a irritated shrug and continued her work. Boris wished he had his modeling clay for this was a side of Jane he had never seen before a marriage of her stunning beauty and her very keen mind now so singly set on her task.

"Do you think your men can break into my apartment and make it look like an actual burglary? If they can everything I need is there, if not then I will give them a list of names, addresses, and small shops where they can pick up my merchandise...none of it will be cheap for what I have in mind."


Jane’s question brought Boris back to the moment.

“I think it would be better Jane to avoid your apartment, if what you need can be obtained on the open market. Less chance for us to tip our hand. I am sure that it will be watched either by “M” or your father and James Bond despite his accomplishments does tend to draw attention to himself.”

Boris paused to consider the problem furter.

“I am also quite sure that “M” will have pined a tale to your father in case you try to make contact.”


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“M” studied the reports on James’s movements. He was being much more cautious this time after his failed attempt to get Jane. His plan was daring a daylight capture in public. A diversion would be necessary. After giving the problem some more thought he set his plans in motion and with any luck Miss Bond would be on her way to China in less than 24 hours.

 

[caela]

“I think it would be better Jane to avoid your apartment, if what you need can be obtained on the open market."

Jane nodded thoughtfully at his words and turned back to the desk once more writing furiously. When she was done she had a three page list of what she needed, where to get it, and who to ask for. "Some of this isn't exactly "open market". MI6 never cared where I got my parts from, it's the one aspect of my work there that I can be certain M never cared about. Some of these addresses are peoples homes, those ones have passwords next to them. Tell your men to use them and to let each owner know that they were sent by me. Some of what I need I can bastardize from other things and those are listed as well and so are the tools I'll need. They have to be EXACT Boris, no mistakes or we're quite screwed."

Biting her lower lip she worried the soft structure as she looked over her list, making sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Nodding slowly she handed the pages to Boris. "It might be good to give M and my father a distraction and send someone to my apartment anyway. If they can lose their tails and return fine if not than they can sell what they steal and find you later."

 

[cgraven]

Boris’s men collected the things on Jane’s list, every thing was exact, for Boris had impressed on Yuri that it had to be. Petrovoff handled theburglary of Jane’s apartment. Rather then assigning it to any of Boris’s men he let it be known in certain criminal circles that the apartment contained certain works of art and a substantial amount of cash, and that the owner would be out of town for the evening. This way even if they where caught there was nothing they could revel yet it would keep anyone watching occupied .

The hallway clock was chiming four, Boris walked down the hall to the bedroom where Jane was finishing dressing, and he paused in the doorway committing every little detail of Jane to his memory as she finished doing her hair. Slowly he walked to her bent and kissed her cheek, the faint taste of her tears still fresh.

“Its time Kitten”

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Anne was waiting outside of Eduard's, her eyes lit up when she saw Jane, and excitingly waved to her friend.

Jane, Jane

She called her voice bubbly, her eyes shinning, as Jane came dodging through the afternoon traffic. It was just as Jane stepped to the curve as Anne through her arms around her friend that the block was racked by a powerful explosion Four men grabbed the two young women, a chloroform rags where placed over their mouths and noses as they where hustled into a waiting van.

“M” was taking no chances this time.

 

[caela]

Jane worked through the night on her project. She actually made two homing beacons; one looked like no more than a long thin wire and this she stitched into the lining of her jacket. The second however was smaller and took all of her skill to craft, when she was done she put it in the only place such a device coul dbe hidden, her own flesh. The second was little more than a modified pet chip, she'd reprogrammed it so that it would only be dectected by the device she gave Boris. This chip within her own flesh was hidden in her scalp where her luxurious hair hid the small bump where it raised the flesh and to fingers it would feel like no more than the natural ridges of her skull.

Most of the day she slept.

When Boris came in she was just finishing pulling her hair into a thick french braid and had just dried her eyes and steeled her resolve. Giving him the box that could track her she explained that the red dot was her jacket and the gree dot was her. Also the jacket beacon had a stronger signal and so would be easier to find from farther away, it also meant that it would be easier for M to detect but that was a rick that had to be taken. She doubted he'd find it, these were some of her best work and Jane's work was very very good even on a bad day.

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She remembered waving to Anne, feeling her arms wrapped around her and hearing the explosion...then nothing. She woke what seemed like hours later and could feel a humming around her. It took her a minute to realize that what she felt and heard was the sound of plane engines. Looking around she saw Anne not far away and still passed out. No one else was around, it seemed they either expected her to sleep away the entire trip or simply weren't worried about her escaping.

 

[cgraven]

He sat there looking at her so frail as she slept in her drugged state, the bright silver of her hand cuff glinted as Jane began to stir. “M” ‘s orders had been quite clear she was to be cuffed hands behind her back, she was to know that her friend Anne was also restrained in like manner.

“Well if it not the rising start of MI6 Miss Jane Bond.”

As Jane blinked her eyes trying to focus “Q” leaned closer. He had been the head of Special Projects and Devices before Jane had arrived at MI6 in fact he had designed many of the gadgets that her father had used in the field, but had been summarily retired as Jane proved to be a better choice for the department.

“We will soon be in central China Miss Bond where your new life will begin.”

“Q” had a sickly mocking fatherly grin on his face.

“You and your friend should fetch quite a handsome price.”

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The explosion had taken Boris and his men by surprise. By the time they recovered Jane and Anne where nowhere to be seen.

“Damn” he cursed under his breath.


Boris knew now that “M” would not run the risk of keeping Jane in England he quickly made for the Island where he and Jane had first stayed. He fed the trackers signal into the circuits of a hijacked Soviet satellite

A small red dot appeared over eastern Europe headed west.

 

[caela]

“You and your friend should fetch quite a handsome price.”

Jane was in shock at seeing Q. She'd known him all her life, he'd been a mentor to her when she'd first joined MI6, hell he'd almost been like an Uncle to her. Even after he'd retired (she thought he'd retired) she'd made it a point to visit him at least once a month and keep him abreast of what was going on in the world of MI6. Whenever she got stuck on a project it was Q she called or went to, his experience gave him insights into problems that she sometimes just didn't see.

And now he stood over her gloating at her downfall.

As her mind came fully out of it's drugged haze she took a quiet stock of herself and her surroundings and found her wrists bound at her back. She chose not to reply to Q and simply glared up at him from her place on the floor, her eyes dark and cruel filled with the fury at this betrayal.

 

[cgraven]

“Q” savored the moment as Jane eyes turned so dark as the reality of her betrayal hit home.

“Not quite the Golden Child of MI6 any more are you Jane?”

“Q” eyes where glazed with his own imagined betrayal as he looked down on Jane’s bound figure. Her hands bound behind her back. Slowly he bent down and kissed her cheek, his fingers toyed with the top button of her blouse. When Jane recoiled from “Q” ‘s touch he merely smile.

“Perhaps your friend will be more receptive Jane.”

Slowly he walked over to the drugged young woman his hands caressed the girl’s calve.

“Her name is Anne isn’t?”

“Q” ‘s hands slid up Anne’s leg to disappear beneath the girl’s skirt. A soft moaned escaped her lips Then “Q” slowly drew down the girl’s skimpy panties and tossed them aside. Slowly he began to raise the helm of Anne’s skirt but his glazed eyes watched Jane’s every reaction.

 

[caela]

“Perhaps your friend will be more receptive Jane.”

Jane watched in grim silence as Q molested a woman she had once called friend. And made mo move or sound to stop him. Anne had betrayed her just as much as Q had and besides, they would both face much worse soon enough, Anne may as well adjust to the new realities her betrayal had brought down on her own head.

As Q continued to hold her gaze her grey eyes grew as cold and as hard as steel, a look that few had seen and that none, not even her father, had ever been able to hold. All her hatred burned in that gaze, a cold fire that seemed to ache to reach out and consume anyone it was turned on. Without a sound she lay her head on the floor once more and finally closed her eyes on the scene before her. Let Q have his fun, if they were merchandise she was sure he wouldn't actually damage the goods in fear of turning away buyers or lowering the price of the goods.

 

[cgraven]

“Q” could not help but notice the cold blue fire in Jane’s eyes so out of character to the young beauty he had known for so many years. The indifference to her friend’s fate struck him as odd. Anne lips parted her tongue ran over her ripe lips as “Q” fingers teased the drugged girl.

“Jane she is so very tight and should fetch a high price in the market.”

“Q” statement was met with that same icy blue fire.

“It is amazing what science can do, but I need not tell you about that do I Jane? A small chip to bug a phone, and even the most private conversation is overheard, a friend unwittingly betrayed, after all that was your stock and trade at MI6 wasn’t Jane.”

“Q” continued to explore Anne’s supple body as he tormented Jane. Anne had been the innocent dupe in a game she did not even know she was in.

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Boris tracked Jane over the next two days as the young woman where kept on the move. On the third day their journey seemed to end in central China in a remote region. Boris had kept on Jane’s heels no more than an hour or two behind her. He had called in old debts.

Every thing indicated Jane was in the mansion on the hill top Boris and his team watched as cooperate jets arrived at the small air field. “M” arrived earlier that morning. The latest arrival caught his attention an old colleague from Russia now highly placed in the government. Quickly a plan formed in his mind a plan that would gain him access to the mansion.

 

[caela]

“It is amazing what science can do, but I need not tell you about that do I Jane? A small chip to bug a phone, and even the most private conversation is overheard, a friend unwittingly betrayed, after all that was your stock and trade at MI6 wasn’t Jane.”

Jane kept her stoney silence and the glare in her eyes never lessened, pure hate radiating through her gaze when she deigned to look at Q. Still a sense of relief flooded through her to learn that Anne hadn't betrayed her after all but had herself been betrayed by a man she didn't even know except from hearing Jane speak of him...M. In the back of her mind and the deepest well of her heart Jane promised herself that she would get to see M die if not kill him herself.

She hoped to get to kill him herself.

She could see the confusion her lack of reaction caused in Q and was satisfied to note that while he might toy lightly with Anne she had been correct in thinking he would do no more. Damaged goods didn't sell well and both Q and M would want the best price for the women they had kidnapped.

Q kept Anne drugged during their traveling but Jane he allowed to stay coherant. After all one what fun is it to gloat over your victim if they don't know you are doing it. She had no way to measure time as they made their way to wherever it is was they were being taken but the entire time Jane never uttered a single word and her only acknowledgement of Q was that cold stare. She could tell it set him on edge and when finally they were pulled from the plane into the bright light of day she heard Q tell the handlers to keep an eye on her.

They didn't bother to tell her where she was and she didn't really care. They had transported her and Anne from the airfield to a mansion of some sort. Taking them to a secure room their hands had finally been un-cuffed by the silent gaurds and the door locked. For all that it was a prison it was elegantly appointed with thick carpets, fine furniture and a closet full of clothing that Jane was unsurprised to note was both expensive and revealing. And exactly in her and Anne's sizes. There were only three doors in the room, the door to the closet, a door leading to a large bathroom, and the door out. There were no windows and the only light was the soft glow of lamps on the walls. Jane quickly realized there were no light switches however so the lamps must be controlled at the whims of her captors.

She wanted to scream and beat on the door but knew it would do her no good. Entering the bathroom she again found that there were no light switches but that enough light entered from the other room to let her see what she wanted. She was startled when she opened the cupboards and found her own favorite shampoo and soap as well as Anne's. Apparently M wanted them to feel both dependant and uncomfortable...and maybe a little grateful for such small luxuries.

Rolling her eyes at the unsubtle tactics she grabbed a towel and checked quickly on Anne who was still in her drugged sleep and curled on the bed where the gaurds had placed her. Finding her friend all right she returned to the bathroom and turned on the water gratified to find that this at least she could use. Keeping the water hot she scrubbed the accumulated grime of travel from her body and wrapped herself in the fluffy towel. Curling up in a large chair she fell into the dreamless sleep of the exhausted.

 

[cgraven]

The problem that faced Boris was how to penetrate the mansion with out discovery, gather the evidence that they needed and then get away. Boris had lived his life in the dark shadowed world of espionage where your advantage lay in not being known, to work invisibly, just one more shadow in an endless parade of shadows. Yet in this case he was known. “M” would be watching for a rescue of Jane, his guard would be up.

Boris thought back to his early days of training where his mentors had taught him to do the unexpected, to lull your advisory into a false sense of security. So to rescue Jane at the mansion was out of the question for “M” would be ready for that, like wise “M” would expect a move when he was leaving. The only answer was to blend in with the crowd collect the proof and leave. Jane’s rescue would have to come once her buyer had taken possession of her and then had moved his love to another location. It was imperative that “M” believed his plan had succeeded.


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The door to Jane’s plush prison opened and “Q” entered flanked by two armed guards.

“Jane my dear the auction will begin in an hour I suggest you and Anne get dressed.”

He had grown accustomed to Jane’s silence, and that deadly gaze.

“Make it something you can slip out of easily my dear for you will not be dressed for long.”

“Q” lift to leave the young women to wait out the next hour.


The time seemed to drag by but in exactly one hour he returned flanked by armed guards. To escort Jane and Anne to the hall for the auction. There where armed guards in evidence where ever you looked this was not a hastily arranged affair as it was in London. “M” stood on a podium above the stage that the girls where led out on to.


“Lot 007.”

“M” pointed to Jane.

“What am I bid.”


The auction had begun and Jane knew what was in store for her and Anne.

 

[caela]

Anne had woken up while Jane napped and hurrifly woken her friend. The fear in Anne's eyes wrenched at Jane's heart and she slowly and calmly explained to her friend what was happening to them. It was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do to tell her friend that the life of espionage, one that Anne had always found exciting and envied Jane, had brought it's nightmares upon her.

When Q entered Jane simply looked up and leveled that cold glare on him once more.“Jane my dear the auction will begin in an hour I suggest you and Anne get dressed.” “Make it something you can slip out of easily my dear for you will not be dressed for long.”

Once the door was closed Anne looked up at Jane, fear in her eyes, "What's he talking about Jane?"

" Just what he said Anne, I told you they mean to sell us and the buyers won't pay if they can't see the goods first. " Her voice was colder than she meant it to be and as much as it tore at her heart she couldn't tell Anne that she wouldn't have to endure it long. She knew in her heart that even now Boris was figuring out how to get the proof they needed and then he would come for her and all the other girls M had sold but she couldn't tell Anne that.

Jane wasn't foolish enough to assume that the room wasn't bugged or being videotaped.

Getting up and going to the closet she chose two simple silk robes. The first in a dark emerald green for her, the second in a soft rose pink for Anne. The robes were short but Jane didn't care, they wouldn't remain covered long. Tossing Anne her robe she pointed to the bathroom. "Take a shower Anne, it will help calm ou down. The lights won't come on unless out captors deign to turn them on though so you'll have to leave the door open. Be quick though, they won't care if you're only half done when they come back."

Anne quietly did as she was told and was back in less than fifteen minutes from her shower. She looked calmer to Jane but she knew it was only Anne's bravado showing through. Silently they waited and when the gaurds came once more Jane swept from the room regally, her head high and eyes straightforward showing only hatred and rage.

***

“Lot 007.”

OO7? Had M really been so trite as to label her by her fathers agent number? She couldn't decide if he though he was being cute or if it was simply meant as an insult to both her and her father. It was then that it dawned on Jane...this wasn't about her, it was about her father! At least for M it was. Q was entirely to complicit for it to be about James though, no he was happy to see her up on the block. It had never occured to her before that the man she replaced at MI6 might be bitterly jealous of his replacement.

Her mind ran faster than it ever had before while the bids continued to rise. Her glareing hatred of the men before her only seemed to serve as a goad to them making them wish to posess and break her. As before some were intimidated by the cold, almost feral, light in her eyes and these turned to look hungrily upon Anne who was clearly frightened. The other's though, they eyed Jane with a ferocity that nearly matched that of her anger and in the smallest corner of her mind that terrified her but she'd be damned if she'd let them see it.

At a motion from M one of the gaurds moved toward Jane and grasped the sash of her robe. She hissed softly at him and for a moment he hesitated and she was gratified to see the fear in his eyes before his bravado returned and he yanked the sash free and pulled the robe off of her. Holding utterly still her body was revealed to those before her, the long dancers limbs, firm breasts, long hair swaying down to nearly caress the top curve of her heart shaped ass and the shaven flesh of her mound. Even the more timid stopped to stare at the revealed beauty of her pale flesh and the bids suddenly jumped and the more serious of the buyers truly got down to the business of purchasing human flesh.

 

[cgraven]

Boris had become one of the guards, the man he replaced would not be missed till it was to late. He drew the visor of his cap to an inch above his eyes brows. The holstered 9mm rode at his hip as he walked the upper balcony stopping to inspect the guards posted there. Every thing about his demeanor fit the role he had assumed and this vantage point allowed him to survey the hall below. The other guards paid no attention to him as they scanned below alert for any problems for the rescue attempt they had been briefed to expect. There would now be guards on the roof and reinforcing the perimeter ready to deal with any assault. Boris was filled with a cold, calm fury as Jane was led on to the stage, his fisted knotted at the small of his back when a guard stripped his love’s robe from her to expose her naked beauty. He fought to control himself for he knew that “M” was trying to provoke him draw him out force him to make a mistake and there by reveil his presence. With a detached professional eye he noticed the young woman that coward behind Jane in the soft rose pink robe…….. Anne.

Boris was proud of Jane as she stood there naked her head held high in defiance of “M”. God how he wished she would bow her head for such a display of defiance would only goad the statistic bastard.


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A cruel smile twisted “M” ‘s features as Jane was stripped and the bids soared. He held up his hands for silence.

”Gentlemen I do not expect you to by untried goods who among you wishes to sample this little wildcat? I assure you she is quite a hand full that will require a stern Master.”

As “M’ spoke a guard walked up behind Anne upholstered his pistol and held it to the base of the girl’s skull.

A heavy set oriental with scares on his face stepped up on the stage he circled Jane. His eyes where as cold and unfeeling as Jane’s.

“On your hands and knees girl”

“M” twisted smile broadened as he called Jane’s attention to Anne and the guard.

 

[caela]

“M” twisted smile broadened as he called Jane’s attention to Anne and the guard.

Jane refused to react to M's goading. She'd seen the gaurd come up behind Anne and had heard the pistol cocking and ready to fire into her friends skull. Jane had little doubt that M would give the order and so she simply kept her eyes forward, even refusing to look over at the man walking around her, and sank with all her innate dancers grace to her hands and knees on the stage.

Despite her outward compliance she filled the motion with complete defiance and the lines of her body were tight and rigid as if her very skin were trying to repell the touch of anyone around her. If she'd been a magician from one of her novels the entire room would have gone up in cold blue flame from the fury in her gaze.

The oriental continued to circle Jane for long moments before finally shaking his head, "She'd have to be utterly broken to be brought to heel and a girl with a dead spirit is of no use to me." Jane noticed that a few of the other men heard and heeded the oriental's words and turned to look over Anne with more appreciation.

Still there were those who heard the oriental's words whose eyes only glittered with more interest and these made Jane's blood run as cold as ice in her veins. It was too late to pretend to be soft and biddable so she would continue to the hard nosed bitch come what may.

At M's prompting the next man approached, a tall handsome african whose bald head gleamed and whose rich dark eyes were as cold and dark as the winter sky. Jane wondered if there had ever been any warmth in them and shivered slightly knowing the first real touch of fear.Still on her hands and knees she felt his fingers trailing lightly down her spine as if he were checking the softness of her skin and was surprised into crying out when he moved behind her and she felt the palm of his hand crashing into the round curve of her ass.

"So the girl isn't voiceless after all. I like to hear them scream." He reached forward and plunged his hand into her luxurient mane of hair, pulling her head back sharply so she had to look up into those cold eyes, his voice almost pleasant as he asked, "Will you scream for me girl?"

 

[cgraven]

’s finger ran down the girl’s spine, her skin soft and supple porcelain white against his ebony touch. He smiled at the crimson print of his hand on her round curve of her ass, the shocked cry that escaped her lips, the way her firm flesh quivered from the blow.

"So the girl isn't voiceless after all. I like to hear them scream." He reached forward and plunged his hand into her luxuriant mane of hair, pulling her head back sharply so she had to look up into those cold eyes, his voice almost pleasant as he asked, "Will you scream for me girl?"

Brilliant white teeth set against a cold ebony smile that lacked any compassion, any discernable emotion at all and as cold as those haunting eyes that seemed to see all but reveil nothing. Jane’s head snapped forward from the sudden release of her hair and the force with which Kawana had drawn it back. His touch was almost gentle as his massive hands explored her prone body. the rasp of his zipper filled Jane’s ears and then his massive hands encircled her trim waist.

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Yuri had found “M” room, and a quick search discovered his lap top. It took Yuri several minutes to hack into the hard drive and then to copy the contents. There was not time to study the retrieved information in detail but a cursory inspection showed that this was the information that they needed. He insured that everything was as it had been and he quickly exited making his way out of the compound his assignment completed.

Boris could do nothing more than watch as the African assaulted Jane. The longer he stayed the greater the chance of discovery yet he had to know who Jane’s buyer would be in order to effect her rescue.

 

[caela]

The rasp of his zipper filled Jane’s ears and then his massive hands encircled her trim waist.

Jane shuddered and closed her eyes knowing that suddenly they were full of fear instead of her cold fury. Sinking her teeth into her lower lips she held her body as still as stone at the rasping sound of Kawana's zipper lowering. She knew he could feel the way her muscles trembled just slightly from his grip on her waist.

Drawing a deep breath she waiting for him to plunge into her...and he kept her waiting. Kawana held Jane's waist in a firm grip that didn't allow her to move anywhere and simply held still behind her, letting her tension and fear mount. He could feel her body tightening even more under him and when the muscles were rock solid under his hands, completely unyeilding that bright, compassionless smile curved his lips and he plunged his length deep into her tight back passage.

Jane couldn't help it, a nearly howling scream split the air when Kawana plunged into her. It felt as if her body was being torn apart as he thrust almost wholly into her in one savage thrust. With no lubrication and no preperation Jane's body screamed in pain and the sound that came from her throat was one of pure agony and despair.

A sound that only made Kawana smile even more.

Without a word to the Jane he rode her body hard and when he didn't think she was crying out loudly enough his large hand would crash down onto the curve of her ass leaving deep red imprints on her pale flesh. He relished every whimper and every cry all the more because despite the pain Jane didn't yeild to him, he simply took, she never gave and that made the taking all the sweeter to him.

Reaching out once more he gripped her hair and wrenched her head back at an angle that cruelly bowed her back, adding a fresh dimension of agony to her tortured body. "Your screams are sweet girl." Leaning close he licked her cheek almost tenderly tasting the tears that stream down the soft skin. "And your tears sweeter, do keep fighting it."

For a few more moment's Kawana held her like that, her back bowed sharply and his length buried inside of her, knowing she was ready for more torment he suddenly pulled out of her body and thrust her forward so that she fell uncerimoniously to the floor on her stomach. "She'll do, if any others want to taste her charms she is tight and unyeilding...Something I'm sure more then one of us would enjoy changing."

Most of the men laughed...until they looked up at Jane once more and saw her gather herself from the floor to stand straight and regal once more. Her face streaked with tears and etched with pain but still she looked out over them with a look of pure hatred that told them all what she thought of them. If she'd had a knife in her hand she'd have gladly slit as many throats as she could before they killed her for it.

 

[cgraven]

Suddenly he pulled out of her body and thrust her forward so that she fell unceremoniously to the floor on her stomach. "She'll do, if any others want to taste her charms she is tight and unyielding...Something I'm sure more then one of us would enjoy changing."

Kawana towered over Jane he knew that he had possessed her fully had concurred her when he had taken her so violently. She was a woman possessed of a firry spirit and an iron will, a challenge that most men even in his dark shadowy world would shy away from. Oh yes she could be held by a man of more gentle mastery but her spirit never would be happy till she was possessed fully. Kawana knew this beauty hid dark passions that had not been met.

His cruel smile broadened as Jane gather herself from the floor to stand straight and regal once more. Her face streaked with tears and etched with pain but still she looked out over them with a look of pure hatred that told them all what she thought of them. Yes she was proud, concurred but not subdued. If she had lain there, her will broken his interest in her would have fade, but by her proud action the African’s desire to own her to bend the proud beauty to his will now blazed hotter than before.

Kawana raised his hand for silence.

“Sir I desire to see the other one for I am considering buying them as a pair. I believe the last bid was 500,000 pounds for the little wildcat I shall double the bid for the both of them, 1,000,000 pounds, If the other pleases me as well.”

The huge African now turned his attentions to Anne.

 

[caela]

“Sir I desire to see the other one for I am considering buying them as a pair. I believe the last bid was 500,000 pounds for the little wildcat I shall double the bid for the both of them, 1,000,000 pounds, If the other pleases me as well.”

Good god did he just offer M a million pounds for the both of them?! Jane's mind rebelled even as a part of her mind heard for the first time that the last bid on her alone had been 500,000 pounds. A small part of her took pride in the fact that these vile men were willing to put forth so much for her, and she delighted in knowing that their money would be wasted as soon as Boris found her. She nearly cried out once more as thoughts of Boris flooded through her making her heart wrench in her chest. Drawing a raggid breath she pushed thoughts of Boris aside and prayed that he had what they needed. She knew it would be too dangerous to come for her here and could only pray that the chip implanted in her skull would continue to tell him where she was.

The huge African now turned his attentions to Anne.

Seeing Kawana moving toward Anne, Jane hissed softly in the back of her throat, the sound low and deadly as her rage flared through her once more. "Leave...her...alone" The first words Jane had spoken in days were a low growl that was just loud enough for Kawana and M to hear though the rest of the men could guess what she said from the look on her face.

Jane refused to meet Anne's eyes but could from the corner of her vision that her friend was trembling with fear and that her face was streaked with tears just from watching what had been done to Jane. Even as the words had left her lips Jane realized her error. She should have kept quiet. For all of Anne's brazeness when she could control a situation at heart she was soft and gentle, she never would have pleased Kawana who wanted someone that would fight his will.

No he knew Anne could be used as a means of controlling Jane.

Meeting that cold stare of his evenly her hands curled into fists at her sides so tightly that her nails cut the flesh of her palms until small drops of blood spattered the floor at her feet. She held Kawana's gaze in a battle of wills, neither yeilding, the air between them crackling with Jane's pent up fury and Kawana's amusement with the fiery spirit in the naked woman standing so defiantly before him.

 

[cgraven]

"Leave...her...alone"

The acid tone of Jane’s furry colored her voice as the words escaped her pursed lips. So the Wildcat had feelings for this trembling beauty before him. The African twisted grin only broadened so the little Wildcat had a weakness, a weakness that Kawana was only to willing to exploit. Momentarily those deadly cold eyes met Jane’s icy stare. They did not flinch from it as “M” ‘s did but, rather relished the fire the African saw there. His eyes met Jane’s his will a match for hers if not stronger. Then if Jane’s threat was more than a minor announce he turned to Anne. His hands slipped the sash of her pale pink silk robe, slide it from the weeping girl’s shoulders to reveil the delicate features of her body for all to see. Dark ebony hands gilded over Ann’s alabaster skin, as he evaluated the girl’s charms, he pinched and pulled her nipples and he thrust a thick finger into her soft pussy wench a hideous scream from the girl. Leisurely he turned his gaze on Jane again as Anne weathered on his impaling finger.

“ I do believe she is tighter than the little Wildcat.”

Then the African was at Jane’s ear his voice a soft gentle whisper.

“Shall I take her here as I did you or will you offer me an incentive to leave her be for the time being?”

“M” smiled as he saw the proud Jane Bond tormented by the ebony giant.


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Boris now knew who would buy Jane there was doubt in his mind. He forced himself to leave the Hall for if he did not he knew his temper would get the best of him and that would do neither him nor Jane any good.

Boris slipped from the mansion, and met Yuri as planned . They now made it back to the rest of the team. Each one of the aircraft had been bugged to facilitate tracking. Yuri confirmed he had been successful. Now with the proof needed in hand all that remained was to rescue the girls. A feat that was easier said then done.

 

[caela]

Dark ebony hands gilded over Ann’s alabaster skin, as he evaluated the girl’s charms, he pinched and pulled her nipples and he thrust a thick finger into her soft pussy wench a hideous scream from the girl.

With her eyes locked on the African before her Jane didn't see the gaurds that M had motioned up behind her and when Anne's scream ripped through the air she lunged forward, her fingers curled like claws ready to tear into Kawana. She was pulled up short however as two pairs of arms grabbed her and held her firmly in place. Only able to tremble in her rage she glared at Kawana, a low growling in the back of her throat and the promise of seeing him in pain glaring from her eyes.

“Shall I take her here as I did you or will you offer me an incentive to leave her be for the time being?”

Jane's head tossed defiantly despite knowing she'd been beaten for now. If she could protect Anne even a little bit she'd do whatever it took. Narrowing her eyes to sharp slits that clearly said she didn't trust him but was fully aware that her options were limited she hissed softly, "What will it take to get you to leave her alone?"

 

[cgraven]

Jane's head tossed defiantly despite knowing she'd been beaten for now. If she could protect Anne even a little bit she'd do whatever it took. Narrowing her eyes to sharp slits that clearly said she didn't trust him but was fully aware that her options were limited she hissed softly, "What will it take to get you to leave her alone?"


Kawana met the ferocity of Jane’s stare with out blinking, he never even flinched as she had sprung at him, and his cold eyes told Jane it had nothing to do with the guards that ”M” had sent to stop her. The African remained silent his eyes drinking in Jane’s beauty, the way her breasts heaved in her rage, the crimson hue that kissed her alabaster skin, the way her muscles rippled in her athletic dancer’s body. She was a magnificent beast full of passion, a passion and pride that had already betrayed her, had unwittingly delivered him the one tool to keep her in check. To harness that passion, to bend this beauty’s indominal spirit to his will, Ah what a lover she would make. Kawana stepped forward the back of his hand tenderly caressed Jane’s cheek.

“It is really quite simple my dear……”

He paused dragging the moment out,

“You will become mine, you may fight me tooth and nail if you chose, but you will be mine and subject to my will. I shall have you in either case the only question is how much your friend will suffer. All that is required is your word.”

His voice was quite calm and pleasant as if they where discussing the weather instead of Anne’s fate. Slowly he turned to “M”.

“1,000,000 pounds for each.”

Never had so much been offered for a girl never mind two. A stunned hush descended on the hall, soon followed by a mummer of disbelief among the bidders.
“M” ‘s voice rang out.

”The bid is 1 ,000,000 pounds for each do I hear an advance on the bid.”

The silence was deafening in the charged atmosphere of the Hall.

At 1 ,000,000 pounds each for lot 007 and 007A going once, going twice, going three times.

“M” ‘s gavel slammed down like the hammer of doom.

Sold to the gentlemen from Africa for 2,000,000 pounds.

“Do I have your word Miss Bond?”

 

[caela]

“You will become mine, you may fight me tooth and nail if you chose, but you will be mine and subject to my will. I shall have you in either case the only question is how much your friend will suffer. All that is required is your word.”

The touch of his hand trailing down her cheek made her shudder in revulsion and she wanted more than anything to spit in his face but she wouldn't let her actions get her friend hurt. Holding still under the caress of her cheek she's about to speak when his voice rings out again...

“1,000,000 pounds for each.”

Her eyes widened in shock at the price he'd just named. Glancing out of the corner of her eye she Anne go still at it as well, disbelief mingling with the shock and fear on her dear friends face. Jane's world seemed to spin as M finalized the sale and for the first time she felt like her knees would go weak and all she wanted to do was faint. Until that moment when M said they were sold all of it had seemed like a bad dream but now...somehow it felt more real all the sudden.

“Do I have your word Miss Bond?”

"Yes," she whispered."You have my word." It was all to much suddenly as everything seemed to crash in on her. Her rage had been supporting her for days now and suddenly it deserted her leaving her feeling empty and more alone than she'd ever been. The reality of what was about to happen to her and Anne hit her like a hammer blow to the chest and she glared even more furiously than before at Kawana as everything suddenly went black in front of her and her knees buckled. Her body unable to hold up against the strain and pressure of the last few days simply giving way to the peace of unconciousness as she fainted.

 

[cgraven]

"Yes," she whispered. "You have my word." It was all to much suddenly as everything seemed to crash in on her. Her rage had been supporting her for days now and suddenly it deserted her leaving her feeling empty and more alone than she'd ever been.

With the slamming of the gavel Jane was sold she and Anne had become the property of the African and he her Master by her own word, to submit to his will. Anne’s pitiful sobbing filled Jane’s ears as she crumpled to the floor her spirit crushed for the moment as the strain of her captivity came crashing down on her. And so Jane’s journey to Africa began.

When she regained conciseness her hands where cuffed behind her back, golden chains encircled her trim ankles, a collar of finely wrought gold graced her slender neck a chain linked to her cuffs. Anne was bound in similar manner and both young women where naked except for their bonds. The soft throbbing of the Lear jet’s engines hummed in her ears, but Kawana was no where in sight.

When the guards lead the young beauties from the jet the humidity and heat of equatorial Africa was oppressive. The where hustle into a waiting van to be bounced for hours across the countryside. They paid little or no attention to Jane but Anne was a different manner their calloused ebony hands caressed her and explored her naked body. They did not hurt the girl but seemed fascinated by her pale beauty. An older man turned to them and said something in Burundi and they immediately shrunk back, a sullen look on their faces. When they arrived at their destination it was a heavily guarded compound the central feature an ornate palace.
Jane and Anne where led to a suite, their bonds removed except for the golden collars the symbol of their new status as Kawana’s slaves.

“Wash and dress yourselves.”

The older man from the van commanded in a heavy cockney accent.

“The Master will call for you in two hours.”

Their suite was richly appointed, the tub large enough for two yet it lacked any kind of shower facilities. The wardrobe contained the most scandalous outfits imaginable, which would accentuate the their charms but do little to conceal them.