09-08-2021, 04:28 PM
By sleepyabbie and kat
As Agent Abbie made her way through the darkness of Kat's enormous
basement, she overheard one of her former partner's bodyguards putting
some boxes away in the far right corner of the room. Ropes of dim
light caressed the young girl's white lycra leotard, her matching
white boots gleaming with equal intensity. As Abbie made her way
closer, the blonde guard's adorable face turned to the side.
No more than 19 or 20 years old, thought Abbie. She smirked, knowing
her former lover's tastes well. Only Kat would put THAT outfit on her
underlings.
Wait. Former lover? Had she really thought of her that way just now?
Never mind. Abbie shook the thoughts out of her head. This was their
game, after all. Abbie's and Kat's. Each year one of them would hire
and train a group of bodyguards and take turns seeing who could take
them all out...and who could make it to each other's quarters for the
final showdown.
For now, it was time to silence a sentry.
With the speed of a cobra Abbie snuck directly behind the young
bodyguard, her black lycra bodysuit and leather boots making zero
sound in the basement's stillness. Her hand pressed a nerve on the
young girl's neck just hard enough to stun the unknowing employee.
"Ungh" the girl said softly, and collapsed against Abbie's chest.
Abbie tilted her head back, smiling as she viewed the sentry girl's
face. Her eyelids halfway shut, eyes almost crossed, breathing still,
a slight trail of drool escaping from the left side of her lip.
"I'm not going to kill you, love." Abbie's sweet voice whispered.
"That is, if you cooperate. Do you understand?"
"muhg...muhh...uhhhnnn.....yess...yes'm" the girl barely managed to sigh.
"Good. Now give me the location of the rest of your night shift, as
well as your mistress' bedroom."
Abbie loosened the grip a bit, enough for the girl's speech to restore
itself ever so slightly.
"Th..there's five of us." the barely legal soldier murmured. "One is
in the kitchen. One in the living room. And...two.."
There was an uncertain pause from the drained sentry.
"Yes?" Abbie whispered. She showed her impatience by adding a little
pressure. The girl gurgled in silent pain and continued.
"Two of them...Sandy and Kelly. They...they're lovers. Mistress
doesn't know this...they are in the pool area. Swimming they
said...but really...they're..."
"No need to finish." Abbie smiled, imagining the sentry girls
ignoring their posts while frolicking naked in a pool. She smiled at
her luck. Those two would be easy, and fun.
"Please." the girl muttered. "Make it quick."
Abbie shook her head. "Silly girl. I told you I wasn't gonna kill
you."
With her free hand, Abbie reached into the small satchel strapped to
her belt.
"But I can't have you getting in my way."
Abbie produced a small needle-free syringe, pressing it softly against
the girl's right temple. She pushed the plunger down slowly,
releasing a slightly diluted form of the anesthetic etomidate into the
girl's carotid artery. Having experienced the effects herself, Abbie
knew the sentry's following 10 seconds were comprised of a painless
feeling of euphoria, followed by a sudden warmth that spread to every
extremity, a sensation designed to draw the victim away from the fact
that her eyelids were closing like a vampire's window blinds.
"Mmmmmm.....uhhhhhhhhhnnnnn...*" were the young girl's final sounds as
she sighed, falling asleep against Abbie's shoulders. With
conditioned strength, Abbie picked the girl over her right shoulder,
feeling the sentry's limp arms brush by her own buttocks. Abbie
smiled as she caressed the blonde sleepyhead's ass, spanking it softly.
"Naughty girl."
She carried Sentry Girl Number One to her point of entry, a basement
vent whose cover had been removed with the aid of some highly
concentrated acid. She removed the girl's leotard, turning her face
down and hog-tying her soundly.
"Hate to leave ya naked, love." Abbie whispered. "But it's better
than most fates."
Secure and determined, Abbie turned to the basement stairs that led to
the Mansion's enormous kitchen.
She smiled, the lycra near the place where her legs met growing warm
with anticipation.
"Kat, my dear." She said to herself. "Here I come."
The kitchen was large; so large that the light in the far corner of
the room by the table didn't illuminate the door that led to the
basement. Abbie slipped into the kitchen and remained in the
shadows, her eyes fixed on the petite redhead in the white lycra
leotard who was settling down for a quick snack. Abbie shook her
head. It was almost as if Kat was making it to easy, hiring amateurs
like this one and the sentry now lying bound and unconscious in the
basement.
Staying low, Abbie silently crept along the wall, pausing at the door
leading to the hallway. It was closed, but the brunette agent took a
moment to listen for any sign of movement beyond, There was none,
indicating that the guard supposed to be in the living room was not
patrolling. The redhead was now about ten feet away, sitting on a
high stool and looking out the window into the vast garden beyond.
The redhead was still staring out int the gloom when a reflection
appeared in the window. It was the movement more than the image that
caught her eye, Abbie's black suit making her almost invisible in the
glass. The sentry moved to turn around.
Abbie didn't let her. A quick, precise knife-hand blow to the base
of the woman's neck elicited a startled grunt before the sentry
slumped backwards against Abbie, moaning softly and incoherently.
Abbie gently ran a hand down the dazed woman's cheek and continued on
to her neck and then further still to her breasts. She softly
caressed the woman's breasts, watching her reflection in the window
with satisfaction.
"Are you enjoying that, honey?" she whispered to her victim.
"Mmm, yesss," she slurred in reply.
Abbie laughed quietly. Then she quickly pulled the shoulder straps
of the leotard down to the sentry's elbows, effectively immobilizing
her arms. The redhead gave a startled cry but Abbie quickly ended
that as she pressed her thumbs against the woman's temples.
The skillfully applied pressure was soft but more than enough to do
its job. The sentry began to lose consciousness but Abbie relented,
releasing the hold slightly to prolong the knockout. She allowed the
woman below her just enough respite so she could try to struggle, but
her improvised bonds made the effort futile. Slowly Abbie increased
the pressure again, pressing in against the woman's skull,
restricting the bloodflow to her brain.
Soon enough the sentry stopped struggling and sat limply, propped up
against her attacker. Abbie began a slow circular motion with her
thumbs. She could see the redhead's mouth hanging open and her eyes
beginning to roll back. Three more circles with her thumbs and Abbie
was rewarded as the woman slipped into a deep sleep, sighing gently
as her eyes rolled back in her skull. Even so, Abbie kept the
pressure up for another minute, ensuring a deep sleep for her latest
victim.
Once she had rendered the sentry completely unconscious she gently
lowered her off the stool onto the floor where a few expert twists of
the leotard entangled it securely around the woman's arms, exposing
her pert breasts, the erect nipples betraying the woman's arousal
during her ordeal. Kat definitely knew how to pick them, Abbie
thought.
Then, trying hard to ignore her own growing arousal, she turned to
the door leading to the hallway. The guard in the living room was
next.
A pair of white boots glittered in the moonlight, caressing smooth
young legs as they crisscrossed each other below a massive leather sofa
that faced an equally gigantic 80 inch plasma TV.
"Excess..." Abbie whispered to herself. "Always your downfall, Kat."
The whisper was covered by an intercom that rang out at the unseen
sentry, a familiar voice blaring through its mesh that sounded both
commanding and sultry.
"You were quite delicious tonight, Laura." the voice cooed.
"Thank you, Mistress." The sentry girl responded.
Abbie took a look at the plasma's cool and sleeping screen to catch a
reflection. The sentry was the loveliest she'd come across so far..a
dark skinned beauty with long raven hair that looked half Asian with a
touch of Native American. The white leotard made her skin stand out
even more, it's smooth texture outfitting a body that brought Abbie
close to jealousy. And this had been Kat's "dessert" earlier?
"Lucky bitch..." Abbie whispered again.
"Now Laura, I need you and the rest of the crew to keep an eye out for
a friend of mine. I have a feeling she'll be trying to infiltrate us
any day now...but tonight feels exceptionally promising."
"Yes, Mistress." Laura replied, her voice barely muffling the short
gasp Abbie let out as she slid along a wall adjacent to the couch's
left arm rest. How the hell could Kat know?
But then again...hadn't she always felt it whenever it was Kat's turn
to take her girls out?
She smiled a little at the unspoken connection she'd just realized as
sentry girl Laura continued.
"It shall be done, Mistress." the gorgeous girl finished. "I will
report every half hour as instructed."
"Good." Her boss' voice replied. "You're in charge tonight...and I
need you to keep the other girls in line. That includes making sure
those other two aren't screwing in the pool again. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good..." was Kat's last word as the intercom went off with a short
and soft pop.
Laura's sigh echoed the room. "Yes Mistress!" she sing-songed,
mocking her superior. "Horny slut making me eat her out for an hour.
As good as that pussy is, it ain't worth the pay..."
The plasma kicked on as it became obvious that Laura, too...was a lazy
employee.
Abbie could barely hold in her giggle as she approached the rear of
the couch, the sentry's head barely visible above it's rim. Abbie
reached into her belt pack and brought out a mini drill with a special
wide and padded attachment. The television blared as she started
drilling, the padding making the process silent as a 2 inch hole began
making its way into the back of the couch. As the drill made its way
through to the leather lining that padded the young sentry's back
Abbie clicked it off, pulling it away and admiring the perfect hole
leading to Laura's spinal cord.
A flick of the wrist later and Abbie produced a small steel pipe...the
feather of a tranquilizer dart sticking out of one of it's holes. She
placed the pipe's end into the hole, pushed the dart deeply into
position, and quietly drew a deep breath.
Abbie puffed a blast of air through the mini blowgun.
THWUNK.
"uh!" was the sound that came from the other side of the couch. And
then a soft: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnn.....?"
The concentrated dose of secobarbital coursed through the sentry's body in
milliseconds. Abbie stood up, placed her tools back in their bag, and gingerly
walked around the couch, sitting next to the sentry. She snatched the control
from Laura's hand, switching channels with a
smile on her face.
"Good Lord. You were actually watching Rachel Ray?" Abbie quipped.
"If I see that woman smile one more time I swear I'm gonna throw her
screaming from a moving helicopter. Hey...are you listening?"
Abbie turned to the girl, whose beautiful face was a mask of sedation.
Her eyes constantly crossed and rolled up into their respective
sockets as her soft and thick lips parted, a line of saliva making its
way to her chin. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a soft
"uuhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnuuuuhh..."
"Well..." Abbie said, leaning over and whispering. "I kinda already
know the layout of the place...so I don't really need to interrogate you."
"uuhhngggghhhhh..." Laura replied.
"So um...should I leave you like this? Watching Conan?"
Laura shook her head no.
"Not a Conan fan?" Abbie continued. "Well then..."
Abbie stood up, facing the young girl whose eyes pleaded for oblivion.
She reached down and pulled the straps of the girl's leotard down,
pulling it off her body...revealing a single white thong. Abbie had
to control her urges. Kat KNEW how to pick them, but this girl was
downright gorgeous.
She knelt in front of the dazed girl, who was now making soft gurgling
sounds. She leaned in and allowed her lips to brush her prey's.
"I guess we can't be friends..." Abbie lovingly whispered. She
pushed the kiss deeper and found, to her surprise, the sentry's tongue
responding. It was weak, but it was there. They both made similar
moaning sounds at that moment, but Laura's was soon cut short as
Abbie's hands made their way up to her neck, each thumb and forefinger
pinching the lovely Asian girl's carotid arteries shut ever so gently.
The sleep-kiss continued, Laura's eyes rolling...her eyelids
fluttering as her tongue's movements became slower. 5 seconds passed,
and her tongue went limp against Abbie's, her eyes shut as the girl
went slack, her mouth open as Abbie pulled back.
With a quick swing Abbie connected with a karate chop to the girl's
neck, hitting a nerve cluster that shut down the girl's brain even
further. Laura's nude body jerked and went slack again as she emitted an
unconscious grunt, but Abbie was confident in the fact that the beautiful girl
had felt no pain.
Moments later Laura was tied up with her own leotard and placed in the
kitchen's corner...next to her equally unconscious co-worker.
With a smile Abbie made her way past the living room and through a
corridor covered in think tiles.
"Time to see what's going on in the pool..." she muttered, smiling as
her heart skipped a beat.
Three down.
Two to go.
And then...her prize awaited
Abbie crouched in the doorway leading out to the stone paved area and
the pool. Two women sat on the edge. The first, a busty blonde in a
pink bikini, lay on a towel, propped up on her elbows. Her
companion, a brunette with long, flowing hair and skin the color of
café au lait, was spread out below her, her head between the blonde's
thighs. Abbie smiled as she watched the expression on the blonde's
face. They were trying to be discrete and not alert their mistress to
their activities, but even so the blonde moaned loudly.
After a few minutes of watching, Abbie saw the blonde tense and throw
her head back. She moaned even more loudly, grabbing the brunette's
head and grinding it against her pussy as she bucked breathlessly.
Her breasts heaved as she panted and laid back in the afterglow of
her partner's skilled attention. The brunette moved up and kissed
the blonde, embracing in a long, deep tender display before
reluctantly breaking the kiss.
"I'll go get us a drink," Abbie heard the brunette say. The woman
stood and turned to the poolhouse on the opposite side of the pool.
Her white bikini stood out clearly long after her skin faded into the
gloom outside.
Sandy, the blonde stood up and stretched languidly. Abbie felt the
tingling between her legs increase at the sight of the fantastic
woman displayed before her. Shaking her head, she cleared her head
and concentrated. Kelly disappeared inside the poolhouse and the
blonde turned towards the lounger a few feet from her. Abbie leapt
from the doorway and stayed low as she rapidly closed the distance to
Sandy. She rose up behind her and jabbed out with her right hand,
planting three fingertips in the nerve cluster at the base of the
woman's spine, just above her tight thong.
The blonde didn't make a sound – the paralysis was instantaneous.
Abbie caught her as she fell and quickly maneuvered her to the
lounger, laying her on her back and scooping her feet up onto it.
She glanced quickly over to the pool house and, seeing the brunette
was still occupied, straddled the helpless blonde who stared at her
in terror, unable to move or speak after Abbie's expert attack.
"Shh," Abbie said, mockingly, raising a finger to her lips. She
smiled at the completely helpless woman and bent forward, pressing
her lips to the paralyzed woman's and pressing her body against
hers. She broke the kiss.
"Mmm, I can taste her on you," she whispered. Then she gently pulled
the cups of the blonde's bikini down and flicked her tongue across
the erect nipples. "That should distract your friend long enough for
me to deal with her," Abbie said before sliding off the blonde and
disappearing from her sight.
The brunette approached, carrying a glass in each hand. She saw the
blonde lying on the lounger, her breasts exposed, and smiled.
"So you're waiting for me Sandy? Mmm, you know how much I love your
breasts." She set the glasses down on the patio table and sexily
walked across to her partner.
Sandy tried to scream, to shout a warning, to move her hand even
slightly, but whatever her attacker had done to her made it
impossible to move. Then she caught a flash of movement behind her
lover.
The brunette realized something was wrong too late. She looked into
the blonde's eyes and saw the fear in them. Then something flashed
in front of her face and pressed against her mouth and nose. She
took a startled breath and instantly realized her mistake. A strong
chemical smell invaded her nostrils and vapors filled her lungs.
Chloroform, she thought, desperately trying to calm her breathing
down to buy some time.
"Hello my dear," Abbie whispered in her ear, "I'm afraid Sandy isn't
really in the mood right now, but maybe you'll both feel better after
a nap." Kelly struggled, squirming and clawing at Abbie's hand.
Abbie smiled at Sandy who lay and watched in horrified fascination as
Kelly began to succumb to the drug. She saw that Kelly was getting
aroused, despite herself, and then Sandy realized she was getting
turned on too. She had a sudden vision of being put to sleep by the
powerful woman who was overpowering her lover.
Abbie saw the look in Sandy's eyes. She knew it well – she'd seen it
in dozens of women she'd put to sleep. By the sound of it, Kelly was
enjoying herself now too. She was probably resigned to the fact she
was going to be knocked out. Abbie released her left hand from
around the woman's throat and, after Kelly didn't struggle to break
free, allowed it to slip down the woman's toned, over her breasts,
her stomach and finally into the top of her thong. She waited, her
fingers hovering over her victim's pussy. As Abbie expected, this
increased Kelly's arousal and soon she was sagging in her arms, her
heavy breathing accelerating her downfall. Abbie waited a few
moments more and then slid two fingers into Kelly's wet pussy. The
woman barely moaned, weakened as she was by the chloroform, but Abbie
felt her convulse in orgasm before being completely overwhelmed. She
held the brunette for a moment and looked at Sandy. She was
obviously extremely aroused, her eyes darting from Abbie's face to
the peaceful features of her lover, now asleep in Abbie's arms.
Abbie lowered Kelly to the floor and quickly pulled her top off.
With expert precision she pulled the woman's arms and legs behind her
and bound them with the bikini top, hogtying the slumbering sentry.
Then she looked up at Sandy.
The blonde watched Abbie slowly approach, wondering what she was
going to do. Suddenly, when she was a few feet away, the brunette
agent reached out and grabbed Sandy by the arm, pulling her off the
lounger. Sandy felt her self being flipped onto her back and then
propped up into a sitting position as Abbie moved behind her onto the
lounger. The next thing she felt was a pair of powerful thighs
squeezing against her head. Abbie hooked her right calf up under
Sandy's chin and locked it in place behind her left knee. Sandy
realized Abbie must have done something to her as she threw her to
the floor since she could now move again. It did her no good. She
was trapped and fading fast. Already her vision was dimming, but she
clawed feebly at Abbie's thighs.
Watching the blonde struggle, and feeling the back of her head
pressed against her sensitive sex, Abbie felt an orgasm approaching.
She suppressed it. She would allow herself that pleasure only when
Kat lay unconscious and defeated at her feet. She had to end this
quickly, so she reached down and pressed her thumb against the
blonde's temple. Immediately the woman convulsed, twitching
uncontrollably as her brain began to switch off. Abbie squeezed
hard, raising her self off the lounger. Sandy tensed, twitched once
more, and then sighed before relaxing completely. Abbie slowly
released the hold and lowered her to the ground.
Thirty seconds later, Sandy lay next to her lover, bound with her own
bikini. Both would be asleep until morning. Abbie banished their
defeat from her mind. She only had one target to concentrate on now.
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ENDING # 1 (as written by Abbie)
The door to Kat's room swung open silently. The huge bed opposite
the door had a single sleeping woman in it. Abbie was slightly
disappointed. She had expected more from Kat. Still, she decided
not to pass up the opportunity and padded into the room, making no
noise. Abbie half suspected a trap, but when she drew level with the
woman in the bed it was definitely Kat.
She took a moment to admire her adversary's beautiful features, made
all the more alluring by sleep. At the moment it was a natural
slumber but dozens of methods for turning that into an artificially
induced unconsciousness flashed through Abbie's mind. She flexed her
fingers, her eyes straying to various pressure points on Kat's neck,
contemplating the varying effects and levels of consciousness she
could induce with a well-placed finger. She picked her point and
reached out.
Her fingers were inches from Kat's neck when the woman suddenly
reacted, her hand suddenly flashing out from under the sheets and
grabbing Abbie's wrist. At the same time Kat's leg kicked out,
slamming into Abbie's toned stomach. Abbie let out a loud gasp as
the air was forced from her body. Kat pressed the advantage.
In a heartbeat, the sexy agent was on her feet, twisting Abbie's
wrist up behind her back and levering her down onto her knees. The
stricken agent weakly lashed out with her free hand, but Kat gave a
subtle twist of her wrist and sudden pain lanced up to her shoulder,
subduing her. Abbie knelt, Kat behind her, her normally quick,
confident mind suddenly clouded with indecision. Kat leaned over
her, a hand snaking down the front of Abbie's body and the helpless
agent couldn't help but shiver in anticipation of where Kat's hand
was headed. Sensing her arousal, Kat laughed softly, her hand
sliding over Abbie's breasts and down over her stomach. Abbie held
her breath, expectant, her predicament forgotten at the thought of
Kat's touch. Kat paused. Then, quickly, she grabbed Abbie's belt
and undid the buckle, pulling it free and standing up again. Abbie
moaned in frustration.
"Now, let's see what we have in here," Kat said, throwing the belt on
the bed and leaning over Abbie again to open the pouches. Abbie
could feel the woman's closeness again, but Kat twisted her wrist
once more as she bent over. Abbie's mind cleared, suddenly focused
on the task at hand again. She had to get free.
Kat opened one pouch and removed a soft white cloth. She waved it in
front of Abbie's face and sighed theatrically.
"Chloroform," she said, the disapproval clear in her voice. "Really
my dear, I expected more from you. Chloroform's just so…clichéd.
Still, sometimes the old ones are the best, I suppose."
Abbie was feeling light-headed now; the fumes from the cloth were
invading her lungs. She fought to keep her concentration. She
needed to wait for the opening she needed to break free. She saw Kat
reach into another pouch and withdraw the blowpipe.
"Now this is more like it," she said. "A bit of originality and
inventiveness. Let me guess, some sort of muscle relaxant, probably
with psychotropic properties? Good for quick interrogation of the
victim, right?
More investigation from Kat revealed a set of cable ties to restrain
captives and a set of lock picks. Kat threw them onto her dresser
and turned back to her captive. She laid a hand on her shoulder and
leaned in close.
"Now, what shall I do with you?" she whispered.
Before Abbie could respond, Kat dug two fingers into the base of her
neck. Dizziness and drowsiness instantly overwhelmed Abbie. Kat
released her wrist but the nerve pinch rendered any resistance futile
as her muscles relaxed completely. She slumped forward against the
side of the bed, her vision swimming. She felt the fingers withdraw
from her neck but her training told her she would be incapacitated
for at least two minutes. More than enough time for Kat to do
whatever she had planned.
Kat stood over her victim and smiled to herself. It was almost too
easy. She decided to have a little fun. Quickly and efficiently she
stripped the barely-conscious agent out of her black lycra. As she
did so she noticed the familiar look of fear and arousal in Abbie's
eyes.
"There now," Kat said when she had Abbie naked. "It's been a long
night and you've been a very busy girl. I think you deserve a nap."
Kneeling down, Kat rolled Abbie onto her back and then pulled her
into a sitting position. She held her close and wrapped her arms
around Abbie's head and neck. The reverse sleeper was a powerful
move against a normal opponent, but Abbie was barely able to move.
She felt the effects of the nerve pinch beginning to wear off but Kat
had her now. She could prolong this as long as she liked or put her
out in a matter of seconds. Sitting helpless, her head nestled
against Kat's breast, Abbie gave in and submitted. She had lost, now
she was completely in her adversary's hands.
Kat applied the hold slowly at first. Then she sensed movement – a
twitching of Abbie's arm, a slight movement of the head. The nerve
pinch was wearing off. With a slight sigh, Kat suddenly flexed her
muscles, squeezing hard against Abbie's carotid arteries. The
brunette agent's body twitched convulsively and Abbie gave a high-
pitched grunt of surprise. She looked up at Kat with unfocussed
eyes. Her mouth hung open, her body hanging limply in Kat's arms.
Slowly, she lowered her head onto Kat's breast, allowing herself to
be cradled in her captor's arms. Abbie was still looking up into
Kat's as the pupils dilated and her eyes began to roll back.
Kat heard Abbie whimper softly and she was unsurprised it was not a
fearful exclamation. No – it was clear Abbie was aroused now. The
whimper and her hard nipples made that clear. Kat found herself
becoming aroused too. This was the best part, the part where her
victim gave in. They always submitted to their desires in that
magical moment between the realisation they were helplessly
overpowered and the moment when they lost consciousness. Abbie was
there now. For her the moment lasted longer. From the moment the
sleeper was applied the trained agent must have known what her fate
would be. Now, looking into Abbie's eyes, Kat could sense the woman
almost begging to be knocked out. She obliged her, once more flexing
her powerful muscles and applying the final pressure that would send
Abbie to dreamland.
With one last sigh Abbie felt her body twitch and then her fading
vision rapidly dimmed. She felt a sliver of drool slide from her
open mouth and then blackness descended and she fell into the
inviting warmth of unconsciousness.
Smiling, and breathing heavily with arousal, Kat gently pushed Abbie
back to lean against the bed. She quickly stood and lifted her inert
form onto the bed. Brushing a few strands of hair from her face, she
leaned down and kissed her slack lips.
"Now that I have you, my dear," she whispered, "what am I going to do
with you?"
Lying down next to her, a number of different ideas entered Kat's
head. She was going to have fun with her new captive.
ENDING # 2 (AS written by Kat)
The door to Kat's room swung open silently. Abbie smiled as she saw
her sleeping adversary turned sideways on a masterful king-sized bed,
wearing nothing but a silk white panties and a baby blue teddy. Her
breathing was soft and rhythmic as Abbie made her way to the side of
the bed she faced, her eyes closed…face peaceful as an angel's.
Abbie's grin widened as she remembered the good times they'd shared
taking sentry girls out during missions past...a set of memories she
quickly shook out of her mind. There was work to do here.
Abbie reached into the small pack attached to her belt and produced a
small bottle filled with a powerful sleeping spray she'd designed
herself. One quick spritz across Kat's face was all it would take to
send the brunette into a deeper, coma-like sleep. As she extended her
arm toward Kat's face her mind registered something. A small twitch
to the right side of her peripheral vision. Even as her mind chose to
ignore it, her instinct begged her to turn.
But it was too late.
Kat's foot connected with the bottle in a powerful swing kick off the
bed, knocking it loose and into the wall on the far side of the room.
Before she could move, Abbie heard herself saying "ooof!" then
"unnngh!" as Kat's double fisted jabs struck her unprotected
midsection, sending her stumbling to her ass, gasping for air as Kat
sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over…her chin resting on her hands
as if she were watching an interesting TV show.
"Hey baby…" Kat called sweetly. "I had a blast watching you take my
girls out on my hidden room's monitors…especially my hot foreign
employee on the couch. That was the best…"
"You…*cough*…bitch." Abbie managed to groan, desperately making her
way to her feet.
Kat stood first, walking over gingerly and sending an expert
knife-hand chop to the edge of her neck.
"Unnnh!" was Abbie's reply as she fell flat on her ass yet again…her
head suddenly bobbing back and forth as her eyes rolled into the back
of her lids. She moaned softly, fighting unconsciousness as her old
friend/lover/enemy settled herself behind the agent's neck. Within
millisecond the sleeper hold Kat had taught her ages ago was on tight,
pinching Abbie's carotid arteries shut…draining the blood flow to her
bran to nothing more than a trickle.
"Shhhhh…." Kat whispered, her soft tongue lapping at Abbie's right
ear. "It'll soon be over, baby. You'll see a few spots, then a
haze…maybe even feel your body twitch a little as I send you to
dreamland. Then I'll have to chalk another point down for myself as
the year closes."
Kat tightened the sleeper, cutting the flow completely.
"God…" she giggled. "That would make this two wins in a row for me,
wouldn't it?"
And Kat was right. The spots were starting to fill Abbie's vision,
giving a sneak preview to the unconsciousness that would undoubtedly
follow. Abbie suddenly let her body relax, ceasing her squirming as
she put all her concentration on a way out of this predicament.
"Oh come now…" Kat whispered, her tongue continuing to playfully lap
at Abbie's earlobe. "You think playing possum's gonna work? For
God's sake, angel…I TAUGHT you that trick."
Abbie's hand made it's way behind her waist…seeking…fiddling around….
"The things I'm gonna do to you, Abbie." Kat continued, monologuing
the way any villain should. "I was thinking of putting you in a
gas-filled room…maybe keeping you eternally drowsy as I don a gas mask
and, well…let's just say I'd have hours of fun."
Abbie's fingers…finding a warm area behind her.
"Oh please…keep struggling, baby." Kat said gently. "You know I like
it when you…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….."
The sudden moan from Kat's lips was followed by a slight loosening of
her sleeper as Abbie's fingers found the soft silky crotch of her
white panties. With a simple three-fingered attack and a bit of
pressure, Abbie found a cluster of nerves there that comprised a
special meridian on the female body…one that, when attacked along with
clitoral stimulation, caused a sudden rush of weakness and sedation
that the Kat's brain mistook as a building orgasm.
Abbie felt the heat emanating from her foe's face, neck, and thighs as
the sleeper hold slipped even further. Kat's breathing quickened as
Abbie turned her neck to see crimson splotches forming on her
cheeks…blushes that marked her perfectly executed maneuver.
"Oh….God….Abbie." Kat moaned softly. "No fair…no fair at…all…."
Kat's hands lost their grip and her arms went limp at her sides as
Abbie turned quickly, fighting the head rush that threatened to make
her pass out. She kept her grip on Kat's panties, her fingers
massaging the pressure points there as a fourth finger joined in,
pushing on the crucial fourth nerve she'd studied for so long.
"Yes…you taught me well." Abbie sighed, her strength slowly flowing
back. "But any dog…old or young…can learn new tricks…just like the 4
fingered energy block technique you're feeling this very second."
Kat was on her knees know…her thighs spread…arms to her side as her
head slowly nodded, loose on its hinges. She moaned softly…her brain
interpreting the paralyzing effects of the grip as flows of pleasure
that made their way to every single extremity. In a matter of seconds
the silk panties were damp and sticky…her eyes crossing from the faux
pleasure.
"God….Abbie…you're so…good."
Abbie giggled.
"Your brain thinks I am, babykins." She replied. "But here's the
kicker. Once I add a fifth finger to this little technique your brain
is gonna register an orgasm, except instead of an actual orgasm you're
nervous system is gonna shut down like a 1970's Manhattan blackout."
Kat's eyes fluttered from pleasure to fear…and then back again.
"So…proud of you, Abbie." Kat moaned. "You did so….good."
Abbie nodded, smiling. She leaned in and kissed her partner's lips,
acknowledging the history they shared. "I know." She said.
"Just make sure I'm out…" Kat finished, her eyes flashing a flash of
vengeance. "cause if you don't, I'll be coming after…you…and…"
Abbie thrust her thumb into the wetness, attacking the fifth point
needed to finish the maneuver.
"No, babe." Abbie said, locking eyes with her only equal. "You'll
just be coming."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…." Was the sound that
poured from Kat's lips, her eyelids fluttering as her body jittered a
bit, her hips bucking back and forth as what her mind thought was a
climax thundered through her system. Abbie felt her the muscles at
her fingertips spasm as she realized that Kat was indeed having and
orgasm. The fact that Abbie had defeated her at her own game had been
enough to induce a real release…but the technique Abbie had spent
months perfecting on countless girls did it's job just as effectively.
"Oooooooooooooohhhhh…." Kat said.
"Yes." Abbie agreed. "Nighty night, angel."
Kat slightly nodded….as if to agree….then hr eyes rolled into whites
as she grunted…going limp and falling into Abbie's shoulder, her chin
resting there like an infant resting against its mother's body. She
convulsed as her real orgasm ceased, but the girl was out cold.
Abbie calmly laid Kat's sleeping body on the bed, spreading her arms
and legs as she tied all four to the headboard and bedposts. She
straddled her fallen foe's stomach…feeling the sudden warmth of
excitement she knew would come should she win the night's contest.
This was her prize…and she planned to spend ALL night enjoying it.
She thought about what Kat had said to her before passing out…how she
should make sure the girl was out lest she come after her.
With a smile, Abbie leaned in, her right thumb and forefinger finding
that special spot on the left side of Kat's neck. She felt the bundle
of soft nerves and ganglia there and squeezed in a powerful burst.
"auhhhhhhhhhhnnnn…." Kat said, her body twitching once. Then twice.
Then….nothing. The nerve pinch did it's job, sending Kat into the
deepest realm of sleep possible.
Within seconds, Abbie's fingers were pulling softly at the moist silk
panties that clad the very area responsible for her opponent's defeat.
She leaned over…kissing sleeping lips.
"To the victor goes the spoils, babydoll…" Abbie whispered.
And for many hours that night…they did just that.
END
As Agent Abbie made her way through the darkness of Kat's enormous
basement, she overheard one of her former partner's bodyguards putting
some boxes away in the far right corner of the room. Ropes of dim
light caressed the young girl's white lycra leotard, her matching
white boots gleaming with equal intensity. As Abbie made her way
closer, the blonde guard's adorable face turned to the side.
No more than 19 or 20 years old, thought Abbie. She smirked, knowing
her former lover's tastes well. Only Kat would put THAT outfit on her
underlings.
Wait. Former lover? Had she really thought of her that way just now?
Never mind. Abbie shook the thoughts out of her head. This was their
game, after all. Abbie's and Kat's. Each year one of them would hire
and train a group of bodyguards and take turns seeing who could take
them all out...and who could make it to each other's quarters for the
final showdown.
For now, it was time to silence a sentry.
With the speed of a cobra Abbie snuck directly behind the young
bodyguard, her black lycra bodysuit and leather boots making zero
sound in the basement's stillness. Her hand pressed a nerve on the
young girl's neck just hard enough to stun the unknowing employee.
"Ungh" the girl said softly, and collapsed against Abbie's chest.
Abbie tilted her head back, smiling as she viewed the sentry girl's
face. Her eyelids halfway shut, eyes almost crossed, breathing still,
a slight trail of drool escaping from the left side of her lip.
"I'm not going to kill you, love." Abbie's sweet voice whispered.
"That is, if you cooperate. Do you understand?"
"muhg...muhh...uhhhnnn.....yess...yes'm" the girl barely managed to sigh.
"Good. Now give me the location of the rest of your night shift, as
well as your mistress' bedroom."
Abbie loosened the grip a bit, enough for the girl's speech to restore
itself ever so slightly.
"Th..there's five of us." the barely legal soldier murmured. "One is
in the kitchen. One in the living room. And...two.."
There was an uncertain pause from the drained sentry.
"Yes?" Abbie whispered. She showed her impatience by adding a little
pressure. The girl gurgled in silent pain and continued.
"Two of them...Sandy and Kelly. They...they're lovers. Mistress
doesn't know this...they are in the pool area. Swimming they
said...but really...they're..."
"No need to finish." Abbie smiled, imagining the sentry girls
ignoring their posts while frolicking naked in a pool. She smiled at
her luck. Those two would be easy, and fun.
"Please." the girl muttered. "Make it quick."
Abbie shook her head. "Silly girl. I told you I wasn't gonna kill
you."
With her free hand, Abbie reached into the small satchel strapped to
her belt.
"But I can't have you getting in my way."
Abbie produced a small needle-free syringe, pressing it softly against
the girl's right temple. She pushed the plunger down slowly,
releasing a slightly diluted form of the anesthetic etomidate into the
girl's carotid artery. Having experienced the effects herself, Abbie
knew the sentry's following 10 seconds were comprised of a painless
feeling of euphoria, followed by a sudden warmth that spread to every
extremity, a sensation designed to draw the victim away from the fact
that her eyelids were closing like a vampire's window blinds.
"Mmmmmm.....uhhhhhhhhhnnnnn...*" were the young girl's final sounds as
she sighed, falling asleep against Abbie's shoulders. With
conditioned strength, Abbie picked the girl over her right shoulder,
feeling the sentry's limp arms brush by her own buttocks. Abbie
smiled as she caressed the blonde sleepyhead's ass, spanking it softly.
"Naughty girl."
She carried Sentry Girl Number One to her point of entry, a basement
vent whose cover had been removed with the aid of some highly
concentrated acid. She removed the girl's leotard, turning her face
down and hog-tying her soundly.
"Hate to leave ya naked, love." Abbie whispered. "But it's better
than most fates."
Secure and determined, Abbie turned to the basement stairs that led to
the Mansion's enormous kitchen.
She smiled, the lycra near the place where her legs met growing warm
with anticipation.
"Kat, my dear." She said to herself. "Here I come."
The kitchen was large; so large that the light in the far corner of
the room by the table didn't illuminate the door that led to the
basement. Abbie slipped into the kitchen and remained in the
shadows, her eyes fixed on the petite redhead in the white lycra
leotard who was settling down for a quick snack. Abbie shook her
head. It was almost as if Kat was making it to easy, hiring amateurs
like this one and the sentry now lying bound and unconscious in the
basement.
Staying low, Abbie silently crept along the wall, pausing at the door
leading to the hallway. It was closed, but the brunette agent took a
moment to listen for any sign of movement beyond, There was none,
indicating that the guard supposed to be in the living room was not
patrolling. The redhead was now about ten feet away, sitting on a
high stool and looking out the window into the vast garden beyond.
The redhead was still staring out int the gloom when a reflection
appeared in the window. It was the movement more than the image that
caught her eye, Abbie's black suit making her almost invisible in the
glass. The sentry moved to turn around.
Abbie didn't let her. A quick, precise knife-hand blow to the base
of the woman's neck elicited a startled grunt before the sentry
slumped backwards against Abbie, moaning softly and incoherently.
Abbie gently ran a hand down the dazed woman's cheek and continued on
to her neck and then further still to her breasts. She softly
caressed the woman's breasts, watching her reflection in the window
with satisfaction.
"Are you enjoying that, honey?" she whispered to her victim.
"Mmm, yesss," she slurred in reply.
Abbie laughed quietly. Then she quickly pulled the shoulder straps
of the leotard down to the sentry's elbows, effectively immobilizing
her arms. The redhead gave a startled cry but Abbie quickly ended
that as she pressed her thumbs against the woman's temples.
The skillfully applied pressure was soft but more than enough to do
its job. The sentry began to lose consciousness but Abbie relented,
releasing the hold slightly to prolong the knockout. She allowed the
woman below her just enough respite so she could try to struggle, but
her improvised bonds made the effort futile. Slowly Abbie increased
the pressure again, pressing in against the woman's skull,
restricting the bloodflow to her brain.
Soon enough the sentry stopped struggling and sat limply, propped up
against her attacker. Abbie began a slow circular motion with her
thumbs. She could see the redhead's mouth hanging open and her eyes
beginning to roll back. Three more circles with her thumbs and Abbie
was rewarded as the woman slipped into a deep sleep, sighing gently
as her eyes rolled back in her skull. Even so, Abbie kept the
pressure up for another minute, ensuring a deep sleep for her latest
victim.
Once she had rendered the sentry completely unconscious she gently
lowered her off the stool onto the floor where a few expert twists of
the leotard entangled it securely around the woman's arms, exposing
her pert breasts, the erect nipples betraying the woman's arousal
during her ordeal. Kat definitely knew how to pick them, Abbie
thought.
Then, trying hard to ignore her own growing arousal, she turned to
the door leading to the hallway. The guard in the living room was
next.
A pair of white boots glittered in the moonlight, caressing smooth
young legs as they crisscrossed each other below a massive leather sofa
that faced an equally gigantic 80 inch plasma TV.
"Excess..." Abbie whispered to herself. "Always your downfall, Kat."
The whisper was covered by an intercom that rang out at the unseen
sentry, a familiar voice blaring through its mesh that sounded both
commanding and sultry.
"You were quite delicious tonight, Laura." the voice cooed.
"Thank you, Mistress." The sentry girl responded.
Abbie took a look at the plasma's cool and sleeping screen to catch a
reflection. The sentry was the loveliest she'd come across so far..a
dark skinned beauty with long raven hair that looked half Asian with a
touch of Native American. The white leotard made her skin stand out
even more, it's smooth texture outfitting a body that brought Abbie
close to jealousy. And this had been Kat's "dessert" earlier?
"Lucky bitch..." Abbie whispered again.
"Now Laura, I need you and the rest of the crew to keep an eye out for
a friend of mine. I have a feeling she'll be trying to infiltrate us
any day now...but tonight feels exceptionally promising."
"Yes, Mistress." Laura replied, her voice barely muffling the short
gasp Abbie let out as she slid along a wall adjacent to the couch's
left arm rest. How the hell could Kat know?
But then again...hadn't she always felt it whenever it was Kat's turn
to take her girls out?
She smiled a little at the unspoken connection she'd just realized as
sentry girl Laura continued.
"It shall be done, Mistress." the gorgeous girl finished. "I will
report every half hour as instructed."
"Good." Her boss' voice replied. "You're in charge tonight...and I
need you to keep the other girls in line. That includes making sure
those other two aren't screwing in the pool again. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good..." was Kat's last word as the intercom went off with a short
and soft pop.
Laura's sigh echoed the room. "Yes Mistress!" she sing-songed,
mocking her superior. "Horny slut making me eat her out for an hour.
As good as that pussy is, it ain't worth the pay..."
The plasma kicked on as it became obvious that Laura, too...was a lazy
employee.
Abbie could barely hold in her giggle as she approached the rear of
the couch, the sentry's head barely visible above it's rim. Abbie
reached into her belt pack and brought out a mini drill with a special
wide and padded attachment. The television blared as she started
drilling, the padding making the process silent as a 2 inch hole began
making its way into the back of the couch. As the drill made its way
through to the leather lining that padded the young sentry's back
Abbie clicked it off, pulling it away and admiring the perfect hole
leading to Laura's spinal cord.
A flick of the wrist later and Abbie produced a small steel pipe...the
feather of a tranquilizer dart sticking out of one of it's holes. She
placed the pipe's end into the hole, pushed the dart deeply into
position, and quietly drew a deep breath.
Abbie puffed a blast of air through the mini blowgun.
THWUNK.
"uh!" was the sound that came from the other side of the couch. And
then a soft: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnn.....?"
The concentrated dose of secobarbital coursed through the sentry's body in
milliseconds. Abbie stood up, placed her tools back in their bag, and gingerly
walked around the couch, sitting next to the sentry. She snatched the control
from Laura's hand, switching channels with a
smile on her face.
"Good Lord. You were actually watching Rachel Ray?" Abbie quipped.
"If I see that woman smile one more time I swear I'm gonna throw her
screaming from a moving helicopter. Hey...are you listening?"
Abbie turned to the girl, whose beautiful face was a mask of sedation.
Her eyes constantly crossed and rolled up into their respective
sockets as her soft and thick lips parted, a line of saliva making its
way to her chin. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a soft
"uuhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnuuuuhh..."
"Well..." Abbie said, leaning over and whispering. "I kinda already
know the layout of the place...so I don't really need to interrogate you."
"uuhhngggghhhhh..." Laura replied.
"So um...should I leave you like this? Watching Conan?"
Laura shook her head no.
"Not a Conan fan?" Abbie continued. "Well then..."
Abbie stood up, facing the young girl whose eyes pleaded for oblivion.
She reached down and pulled the straps of the girl's leotard down,
pulling it off her body...revealing a single white thong. Abbie had
to control her urges. Kat KNEW how to pick them, but this girl was
downright gorgeous.
She knelt in front of the dazed girl, who was now making soft gurgling
sounds. She leaned in and allowed her lips to brush her prey's.
"I guess we can't be friends..." Abbie lovingly whispered. She
pushed the kiss deeper and found, to her surprise, the sentry's tongue
responding. It was weak, but it was there. They both made similar
moaning sounds at that moment, but Laura's was soon cut short as
Abbie's hands made their way up to her neck, each thumb and forefinger
pinching the lovely Asian girl's carotid arteries shut ever so gently.
The sleep-kiss continued, Laura's eyes rolling...her eyelids
fluttering as her tongue's movements became slower. 5 seconds passed,
and her tongue went limp against Abbie's, her eyes shut as the girl
went slack, her mouth open as Abbie pulled back.
With a quick swing Abbie connected with a karate chop to the girl's
neck, hitting a nerve cluster that shut down the girl's brain even
further. Laura's nude body jerked and went slack again as she emitted an
unconscious grunt, but Abbie was confident in the fact that the beautiful girl
had felt no pain.
Moments later Laura was tied up with her own leotard and placed in the
kitchen's corner...next to her equally unconscious co-worker.
With a smile Abbie made her way past the living room and through a
corridor covered in think tiles.
"Time to see what's going on in the pool..." she muttered, smiling as
her heart skipped a beat.
Three down.
Two to go.
And then...her prize awaited
Abbie crouched in the doorway leading out to the stone paved area and
the pool. Two women sat on the edge. The first, a busty blonde in a
pink bikini, lay on a towel, propped up on her elbows. Her
companion, a brunette with long, flowing hair and skin the color of
café au lait, was spread out below her, her head between the blonde's
thighs. Abbie smiled as she watched the expression on the blonde's
face. They were trying to be discrete and not alert their mistress to
their activities, but even so the blonde moaned loudly.
After a few minutes of watching, Abbie saw the blonde tense and throw
her head back. She moaned even more loudly, grabbing the brunette's
head and grinding it against her pussy as she bucked breathlessly.
Her breasts heaved as she panted and laid back in the afterglow of
her partner's skilled attention. The brunette moved up and kissed
the blonde, embracing in a long, deep tender display before
reluctantly breaking the kiss.
"I'll go get us a drink," Abbie heard the brunette say. The woman
stood and turned to the poolhouse on the opposite side of the pool.
Her white bikini stood out clearly long after her skin faded into the
gloom outside.
Sandy, the blonde stood up and stretched languidly. Abbie felt the
tingling between her legs increase at the sight of the fantastic
woman displayed before her. Shaking her head, she cleared her head
and concentrated. Kelly disappeared inside the poolhouse and the
blonde turned towards the lounger a few feet from her. Abbie leapt
from the doorway and stayed low as she rapidly closed the distance to
Sandy. She rose up behind her and jabbed out with her right hand,
planting three fingertips in the nerve cluster at the base of the
woman's spine, just above her tight thong.
The blonde didn't make a sound – the paralysis was instantaneous.
Abbie caught her as she fell and quickly maneuvered her to the
lounger, laying her on her back and scooping her feet up onto it.
She glanced quickly over to the pool house and, seeing the brunette
was still occupied, straddled the helpless blonde who stared at her
in terror, unable to move or speak after Abbie's expert attack.
"Shh," Abbie said, mockingly, raising a finger to her lips. She
smiled at the completely helpless woman and bent forward, pressing
her lips to the paralyzed woman's and pressing her body against
hers. She broke the kiss.
"Mmm, I can taste her on you," she whispered. Then she gently pulled
the cups of the blonde's bikini down and flicked her tongue across
the erect nipples. "That should distract your friend long enough for
me to deal with her," Abbie said before sliding off the blonde and
disappearing from her sight.
The brunette approached, carrying a glass in each hand. She saw the
blonde lying on the lounger, her breasts exposed, and smiled.
"So you're waiting for me Sandy? Mmm, you know how much I love your
breasts." She set the glasses down on the patio table and sexily
walked across to her partner.
Sandy tried to scream, to shout a warning, to move her hand even
slightly, but whatever her attacker had done to her made it
impossible to move. Then she caught a flash of movement behind her
lover.
The brunette realized something was wrong too late. She looked into
the blonde's eyes and saw the fear in them. Then something flashed
in front of her face and pressed against her mouth and nose. She
took a startled breath and instantly realized her mistake. A strong
chemical smell invaded her nostrils and vapors filled her lungs.
Chloroform, she thought, desperately trying to calm her breathing
down to buy some time.
"Hello my dear," Abbie whispered in her ear, "I'm afraid Sandy isn't
really in the mood right now, but maybe you'll both feel better after
a nap." Kelly struggled, squirming and clawing at Abbie's hand.
Abbie smiled at Sandy who lay and watched in horrified fascination as
Kelly began to succumb to the drug. She saw that Kelly was getting
aroused, despite herself, and then Sandy realized she was getting
turned on too. She had a sudden vision of being put to sleep by the
powerful woman who was overpowering her lover.
Abbie saw the look in Sandy's eyes. She knew it well – she'd seen it
in dozens of women she'd put to sleep. By the sound of it, Kelly was
enjoying herself now too. She was probably resigned to the fact she
was going to be knocked out. Abbie released her left hand from
around the woman's throat and, after Kelly didn't struggle to break
free, allowed it to slip down the woman's toned, over her breasts,
her stomach and finally into the top of her thong. She waited, her
fingers hovering over her victim's pussy. As Abbie expected, this
increased Kelly's arousal and soon she was sagging in her arms, her
heavy breathing accelerating her downfall. Abbie waited a few
moments more and then slid two fingers into Kelly's wet pussy. The
woman barely moaned, weakened as she was by the chloroform, but Abbie
felt her convulse in orgasm before being completely overwhelmed. She
held the brunette for a moment and looked at Sandy. She was
obviously extremely aroused, her eyes darting from Abbie's face to
the peaceful features of her lover, now asleep in Abbie's arms.
Abbie lowered Kelly to the floor and quickly pulled her top off.
With expert precision she pulled the woman's arms and legs behind her
and bound them with the bikini top, hogtying the slumbering sentry.
Then she looked up at Sandy.
The blonde watched Abbie slowly approach, wondering what she was
going to do. Suddenly, when she was a few feet away, the brunette
agent reached out and grabbed Sandy by the arm, pulling her off the
lounger. Sandy felt her self being flipped onto her back and then
propped up into a sitting position as Abbie moved behind her onto the
lounger. The next thing she felt was a pair of powerful thighs
squeezing against her head. Abbie hooked her right calf up under
Sandy's chin and locked it in place behind her left knee. Sandy
realized Abbie must have done something to her as she threw her to
the floor since she could now move again. It did her no good. She
was trapped and fading fast. Already her vision was dimming, but she
clawed feebly at Abbie's thighs.
Watching the blonde struggle, and feeling the back of her head
pressed against her sensitive sex, Abbie felt an orgasm approaching.
She suppressed it. She would allow herself that pleasure only when
Kat lay unconscious and defeated at her feet. She had to end this
quickly, so she reached down and pressed her thumb against the
blonde's temple. Immediately the woman convulsed, twitching
uncontrollably as her brain began to switch off. Abbie squeezed
hard, raising her self off the lounger. Sandy tensed, twitched once
more, and then sighed before relaxing completely. Abbie slowly
released the hold and lowered her to the ground.
Thirty seconds later, Sandy lay next to her lover, bound with her own
bikini. Both would be asleep until morning. Abbie banished their
defeat from her mind. She only had one target to concentrate on now.
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ENDING # 1 (as written by Abbie)
The door to Kat's room swung open silently. The huge bed opposite
the door had a single sleeping woman in it. Abbie was slightly
disappointed. She had expected more from Kat. Still, she decided
not to pass up the opportunity and padded into the room, making no
noise. Abbie half suspected a trap, but when she drew level with the
woman in the bed it was definitely Kat.
She took a moment to admire her adversary's beautiful features, made
all the more alluring by sleep. At the moment it was a natural
slumber but dozens of methods for turning that into an artificially
induced unconsciousness flashed through Abbie's mind. She flexed her
fingers, her eyes straying to various pressure points on Kat's neck,
contemplating the varying effects and levels of consciousness she
could induce with a well-placed finger. She picked her point and
reached out.
Her fingers were inches from Kat's neck when the woman suddenly
reacted, her hand suddenly flashing out from under the sheets and
grabbing Abbie's wrist. At the same time Kat's leg kicked out,
slamming into Abbie's toned stomach. Abbie let out a loud gasp as
the air was forced from her body. Kat pressed the advantage.
In a heartbeat, the sexy agent was on her feet, twisting Abbie's
wrist up behind her back and levering her down onto her knees. The
stricken agent weakly lashed out with her free hand, but Kat gave a
subtle twist of her wrist and sudden pain lanced up to her shoulder,
subduing her. Abbie knelt, Kat behind her, her normally quick,
confident mind suddenly clouded with indecision. Kat leaned over
her, a hand snaking down the front of Abbie's body and the helpless
agent couldn't help but shiver in anticipation of where Kat's hand
was headed. Sensing her arousal, Kat laughed softly, her hand
sliding over Abbie's breasts and down over her stomach. Abbie held
her breath, expectant, her predicament forgotten at the thought of
Kat's touch. Kat paused. Then, quickly, she grabbed Abbie's belt
and undid the buckle, pulling it free and standing up again. Abbie
moaned in frustration.
"Now, let's see what we have in here," Kat said, throwing the belt on
the bed and leaning over Abbie again to open the pouches. Abbie
could feel the woman's closeness again, but Kat twisted her wrist
once more as she bent over. Abbie's mind cleared, suddenly focused
on the task at hand again. She had to get free.
Kat opened one pouch and removed a soft white cloth. She waved it in
front of Abbie's face and sighed theatrically.
"Chloroform," she said, the disapproval clear in her voice. "Really
my dear, I expected more from you. Chloroform's just so…clichéd.
Still, sometimes the old ones are the best, I suppose."
Abbie was feeling light-headed now; the fumes from the cloth were
invading her lungs. She fought to keep her concentration. She
needed to wait for the opening she needed to break free. She saw Kat
reach into another pouch and withdraw the blowpipe.
"Now this is more like it," she said. "A bit of originality and
inventiveness. Let me guess, some sort of muscle relaxant, probably
with psychotropic properties? Good for quick interrogation of the
victim, right?
More investigation from Kat revealed a set of cable ties to restrain
captives and a set of lock picks. Kat threw them onto her dresser
and turned back to her captive. She laid a hand on her shoulder and
leaned in close.
"Now, what shall I do with you?" she whispered.
Before Abbie could respond, Kat dug two fingers into the base of her
neck. Dizziness and drowsiness instantly overwhelmed Abbie. Kat
released her wrist but the nerve pinch rendered any resistance futile
as her muscles relaxed completely. She slumped forward against the
side of the bed, her vision swimming. She felt the fingers withdraw
from her neck but her training told her she would be incapacitated
for at least two minutes. More than enough time for Kat to do
whatever she had planned.
Kat stood over her victim and smiled to herself. It was almost too
easy. She decided to have a little fun. Quickly and efficiently she
stripped the barely-conscious agent out of her black lycra. As she
did so she noticed the familiar look of fear and arousal in Abbie's
eyes.
"There now," Kat said when she had Abbie naked. "It's been a long
night and you've been a very busy girl. I think you deserve a nap."
Kneeling down, Kat rolled Abbie onto her back and then pulled her
into a sitting position. She held her close and wrapped her arms
around Abbie's head and neck. The reverse sleeper was a powerful
move against a normal opponent, but Abbie was barely able to move.
She felt the effects of the nerve pinch beginning to wear off but Kat
had her now. She could prolong this as long as she liked or put her
out in a matter of seconds. Sitting helpless, her head nestled
against Kat's breast, Abbie gave in and submitted. She had lost, now
she was completely in her adversary's hands.
Kat applied the hold slowly at first. Then she sensed movement – a
twitching of Abbie's arm, a slight movement of the head. The nerve
pinch was wearing off. With a slight sigh, Kat suddenly flexed her
muscles, squeezing hard against Abbie's carotid arteries. The
brunette agent's body twitched convulsively and Abbie gave a high-
pitched grunt of surprise. She looked up at Kat with unfocussed
eyes. Her mouth hung open, her body hanging limply in Kat's arms.
Slowly, she lowered her head onto Kat's breast, allowing herself to
be cradled in her captor's arms. Abbie was still looking up into
Kat's as the pupils dilated and her eyes began to roll back.
Kat heard Abbie whimper softly and she was unsurprised it was not a
fearful exclamation. No – it was clear Abbie was aroused now. The
whimper and her hard nipples made that clear. Kat found herself
becoming aroused too. This was the best part, the part where her
victim gave in. They always submitted to their desires in that
magical moment between the realisation they were helplessly
overpowered and the moment when they lost consciousness. Abbie was
there now. For her the moment lasted longer. From the moment the
sleeper was applied the trained agent must have known what her fate
would be. Now, looking into Abbie's eyes, Kat could sense the woman
almost begging to be knocked out. She obliged her, once more flexing
her powerful muscles and applying the final pressure that would send
Abbie to dreamland.
With one last sigh Abbie felt her body twitch and then her fading
vision rapidly dimmed. She felt a sliver of drool slide from her
open mouth and then blackness descended and she fell into the
inviting warmth of unconsciousness.
Smiling, and breathing heavily with arousal, Kat gently pushed Abbie
back to lean against the bed. She quickly stood and lifted her inert
form onto the bed. Brushing a few strands of hair from her face, she
leaned down and kissed her slack lips.
"Now that I have you, my dear," she whispered, "what am I going to do
with you?"
Lying down next to her, a number of different ideas entered Kat's
head. She was going to have fun with her new captive.
ENDING # 2 (AS written by Kat)
The door to Kat's room swung open silently. Abbie smiled as she saw
her sleeping adversary turned sideways on a masterful king-sized bed,
wearing nothing but a silk white panties and a baby blue teddy. Her
breathing was soft and rhythmic as Abbie made her way to the side of
the bed she faced, her eyes closed…face peaceful as an angel's.
Abbie's grin widened as she remembered the good times they'd shared
taking sentry girls out during missions past...a set of memories she
quickly shook out of her mind. There was work to do here.
Abbie reached into the small pack attached to her belt and produced a
small bottle filled with a powerful sleeping spray she'd designed
herself. One quick spritz across Kat's face was all it would take to
send the brunette into a deeper, coma-like sleep. As she extended her
arm toward Kat's face her mind registered something. A small twitch
to the right side of her peripheral vision. Even as her mind chose to
ignore it, her instinct begged her to turn.
But it was too late.
Kat's foot connected with the bottle in a powerful swing kick off the
bed, knocking it loose and into the wall on the far side of the room.
Before she could move, Abbie heard herself saying "ooof!" then
"unnngh!" as Kat's double fisted jabs struck her unprotected
midsection, sending her stumbling to her ass, gasping for air as Kat
sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over…her chin resting on her hands
as if she were watching an interesting TV show.
"Hey baby…" Kat called sweetly. "I had a blast watching you take my
girls out on my hidden room's monitors…especially my hot foreign
employee on the couch. That was the best…"
"You…*cough*…bitch." Abbie managed to groan, desperately making her
way to her feet.
Kat stood first, walking over gingerly and sending an expert
knife-hand chop to the edge of her neck.
"Unnnh!" was Abbie's reply as she fell flat on her ass yet again…her
head suddenly bobbing back and forth as her eyes rolled into the back
of her lids. She moaned softly, fighting unconsciousness as her old
friend/lover/enemy settled herself behind the agent's neck. Within
millisecond the sleeper hold Kat had taught her ages ago was on tight,
pinching Abbie's carotid arteries shut…draining the blood flow to her
bran to nothing more than a trickle.
"Shhhhh…." Kat whispered, her soft tongue lapping at Abbie's right
ear. "It'll soon be over, baby. You'll see a few spots, then a
haze…maybe even feel your body twitch a little as I send you to
dreamland. Then I'll have to chalk another point down for myself as
the year closes."
Kat tightened the sleeper, cutting the flow completely.
"God…" she giggled. "That would make this two wins in a row for me,
wouldn't it?"
And Kat was right. The spots were starting to fill Abbie's vision,
giving a sneak preview to the unconsciousness that would undoubtedly
follow. Abbie suddenly let her body relax, ceasing her squirming as
she put all her concentration on a way out of this predicament.
"Oh come now…" Kat whispered, her tongue continuing to playfully lap
at Abbie's earlobe. "You think playing possum's gonna work? For
God's sake, angel…I TAUGHT you that trick."
Abbie's hand made it's way behind her waist…seeking…fiddling around….
"The things I'm gonna do to you, Abbie." Kat continued, monologuing
the way any villain should. "I was thinking of putting you in a
gas-filled room…maybe keeping you eternally drowsy as I don a gas mask
and, well…let's just say I'd have hours of fun."
Abbie's fingers…finding a warm area behind her.
"Oh please…keep struggling, baby." Kat said gently. "You know I like
it when you…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….."
The sudden moan from Kat's lips was followed by a slight loosening of
her sleeper as Abbie's fingers found the soft silky crotch of her
white panties. With a simple three-fingered attack and a bit of
pressure, Abbie found a cluster of nerves there that comprised a
special meridian on the female body…one that, when attacked along with
clitoral stimulation, caused a sudden rush of weakness and sedation
that the Kat's brain mistook as a building orgasm.
Abbie felt the heat emanating from her foe's face, neck, and thighs as
the sleeper hold slipped even further. Kat's breathing quickened as
Abbie turned her neck to see crimson splotches forming on her
cheeks…blushes that marked her perfectly executed maneuver.
"Oh….God….Abbie." Kat moaned softly. "No fair…no fair at…all…."
Kat's hands lost their grip and her arms went limp at her sides as
Abbie turned quickly, fighting the head rush that threatened to make
her pass out. She kept her grip on Kat's panties, her fingers
massaging the pressure points there as a fourth finger joined in,
pushing on the crucial fourth nerve she'd studied for so long.
"Yes…you taught me well." Abbie sighed, her strength slowly flowing
back. "But any dog…old or young…can learn new tricks…just like the 4
fingered energy block technique you're feeling this very second."
Kat was on her knees know…her thighs spread…arms to her side as her
head slowly nodded, loose on its hinges. She moaned softly…her brain
interpreting the paralyzing effects of the grip as flows of pleasure
that made their way to every single extremity. In a matter of seconds
the silk panties were damp and sticky…her eyes crossing from the faux
pleasure.
"God….Abbie…you're so…good."
Abbie giggled.
"Your brain thinks I am, babykins." She replied. "But here's the
kicker. Once I add a fifth finger to this little technique your brain
is gonna register an orgasm, except instead of an actual orgasm you're
nervous system is gonna shut down like a 1970's Manhattan blackout."
Kat's eyes fluttered from pleasure to fear…and then back again.
"So…proud of you, Abbie." Kat moaned. "You did so….good."
Abbie nodded, smiling. She leaned in and kissed her partner's lips,
acknowledging the history they shared. "I know." She said.
"Just make sure I'm out…" Kat finished, her eyes flashing a flash of
vengeance. "cause if you don't, I'll be coming after…you…and…"
Abbie thrust her thumb into the wetness, attacking the fifth point
needed to finish the maneuver.
"No, babe." Abbie said, locking eyes with her only equal. "You'll
just be coming."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…." Was the sound that
poured from Kat's lips, her eyelids fluttering as her body jittered a
bit, her hips bucking back and forth as what her mind thought was a
climax thundered through her system. Abbie felt her the muscles at
her fingertips spasm as she realized that Kat was indeed having and
orgasm. The fact that Abbie had defeated her at her own game had been
enough to induce a real release…but the technique Abbie had spent
months perfecting on countless girls did it's job just as effectively.
"Oooooooooooooohhhhh…." Kat said.
"Yes." Abbie agreed. "Nighty night, angel."
Kat slightly nodded….as if to agree….then hr eyes rolled into whites
as she grunted…going limp and falling into Abbie's shoulder, her chin
resting there like an infant resting against its mother's body. She
convulsed as her real orgasm ceased, but the girl was out cold.
Abbie calmly laid Kat's sleeping body on the bed, spreading her arms
and legs as she tied all four to the headboard and bedposts. She
straddled her fallen foe's stomach…feeling the sudden warmth of
excitement she knew would come should she win the night's contest.
This was her prize…and she planned to spend ALL night enjoying it.
She thought about what Kat had said to her before passing out…how she
should make sure the girl was out lest she come after her.
With a smile, Abbie leaned in, her right thumb and forefinger finding
that special spot on the left side of Kat's neck. She felt the bundle
of soft nerves and ganglia there and squeezed in a powerful burst.
"auhhhhhhhhhhnnnn…." Kat said, her body twitching once. Then twice.
Then….nothing. The nerve pinch did it's job, sending Kat into the
deepest realm of sleep possible.
Within seconds, Abbie's fingers were pulling softly at the moist silk
panties that clad the very area responsible for her opponent's defeat.
She leaned over…kissing sleeping lips.
"To the victor goes the spoils, babydoll…" Abbie whispered.
And for many hours that night…they did just that.
END