Author's Note: This is my rendition of the very 1st Episode of The Girl From UNCLE, first televised on September 16, 1966, Obviously certain scenes from this episode could not be shown on TV. Please see my introductory story to April Dancer, The Girl From UNCLE, elsewhere on this website.

Hi, this is April. My new partner, Mark Slate, and I, had been training together, at UNCLE's secret headquarters, for about 3 weeks and felt that we worked together quite well. One Monday morning, we were called to Chief Waverly's office for our 1st mission. UNCLE operatives in Athens, Greece, had received information about a phenomenon occurring on the only village on a small island, Kronos, just off the S.E. coast of Greece's mainland. A few of UNCLE's native operatives infiltrated the island and took film of most everyone moving about in slow motion. Worse yet, the daily end of the work day Greek dance held around the fountain in the center of the town, looked pitiful. Both the dancers and musicians were lethargic and danced and played at a very slow unhappy rate. Mark and I and Mr. Waverly were watching video of this phenomenon that had been flown in. We learned that a THRUSH agent, by the name of Poulous, was responsible and lived in a guarded walled mansion set on top of a hill. While in Kronos, our operatives had also taken blood samples of a number of affected villagers, and shipped them along with the film we seemed to be constantly watching.

Mark was immediately sent to the Island of Kronos to get established among the villagers. Mr Waverly sent me down to one of the labs, where they had extracted the slow motion gas, made an antidote, and impregnated the antidote into a colony of fleas, which currently lived on the skin and fur of a cute little Dachshund named Bootzie. They gave shots and anti this and that vaccines, until I felt like a pincushion. I was to keep Bootzie for 3 days, get to know her, feed her, and all that other dog stuff. Bootzie and I got along famously. My primary mission was to deliver Bootzie to the Health Ministry in Kronos, where they would extract and deliver the antidote to the slow motion gas to the population of Kronos. Secondarily, Mark and I were to infiltrate Poulous's mansion and destroy the slow motion gas supply, and see that no more could be made.

3 Days later I flew 1st class in a jet liner to Athens, Greece. Bootzie was in a special pet carrier that was stowed in a heated pressurized cargo bay under the flight deck. I wore my conservative navy suit jacket and matching pencil skirt, which came up to a fashionable 2" above my knees. I wore a bright red turtleneck sweater and sensible 2" heels. In Athens, I collected Bootzie and my bag. I fed Bootzie and found some water for her, Then I grabbed a little bite to eat, while waiting for my connecting flight to the Island of Kronos. The plane that we had to take to the island was an ancient 2 engine prop puddle jumping DC-3, leftover from WWII. All cargo and animals were simply stowed behind a curtain, behind the limited passenger seating. The evil Dr. Kevorkian was on the same flight. In fact he knew exactly who I was and sat across the aisle from me. He smugly introduced himself and bought me a glass of warm red native wine, however we barely said 2 words to each other for the rest of the flight. As we approached the island's airport, we had to buzz the runway to clear it of goats and sheep. The airport seemed to be surrounded by pasture and hayfields, which had been harvested leaving those fields dotted with hundreds of haystacks. As we turned around to line up for our landing, I noticed 3 jeeps full of men speeding on the road to the airport. They knew our plan and were going to intercept Bootzie at the airport.

I hauled out my UNCLE communicator, from my purse, and when I raised Mark, I told him to switch to Plan B. Although it took 2 transmissions to Mark, I finally got an acknowledgement from him. I took a small parachute from my purse and moved behind the curtain and into the rear cargo bay and clipped the parachute to the top of Bootzie's pet carrier. I set the mechanism on the bottom of the pet carrier so that it would open on landing. I opened the plane's rear door, and when we were on our landing approach, I tossed Bootzie and the parachuted pet carrier out of the plane, when we were over the hayfield closest to the Village. After landing, I breezed through customs, but found that there was only one taxicab available, which I had to share with Dr. Kevorkien. Chivalry was dead in Kronos. We dropped Kevorkian off at Poulous's mansion, before the taxi driver dropped me off at the hotel in the village. I meediately asked for Mark, and found him stashed in bed in the busty floozie's room, who managed the hotel. Mark was awake, but he looked like he had gotten the shit kicked out of him. With a sprained shoulder, possibly 2-3 broken ribs, and a sprained ankle, he was going to be in bed for awhile, not to mention 2 black eyes and a split lip.

Our mission was a failure so far. Bootzie was still out running around in the haystacks, and no progress had been made to destroy the formula and supply of slow motion gas. I decided to make an assault on Poulous's Mansion and went to my room to change clothes. After changing clothes and shoes, I slipped out the back door of our hotel, and headed for the woods. I picked up an old dusty road, barely wide enough for a vehicle, which wound about 3-4 kilometers up to the mansion. I kept to the woods. as I walked uphill towards the eerie building at the top of a medium sized hill. The compound was walled all around, but at its rear, where I approached from, had only a flimsy latch, and was easily open by those making deliveries, and did not seem to be guarded. I ran across about a 25' open space, to the side of the building, where there was an ajar door, which led to the kitchen. I went around one of the building's corners, and took off my heavy noisy shoes. I hid my shoes, my communicator, and my dog whistle in a bush next to the building. I went back and slipped through the ajar door into the kitchen. I snuck through the kitchen, and emerged out into a hallway. The 1st door opened on what appeared to be a rec/entertainment room for the employees. The next door opened onto a storage closet, and the 3rd door was my goal, the lab, which set off an alarm, when I opened the door.

Instantly, two guys came running towards me from around one corner, and 4 more guys were coming towards me from the opposite direction. I managed to get in a good kick to the side of the knee of the 1st guy, who approached me, which put him down temporarily, and the 2nd guy got a glancing karate chop to his neck, which put him down. However, by then, the other four men were upon me. A huge guy, who resembled a NFL linebacker, grabbed my shirt front, twisted it, and slammed me against the wall. That stunned me and sent me sliding down the wall to the floor. They got me to my feet, held my arms behind my back, and marched me to a nearby elevator. I had lost my Greek hat during the melee, which had covered my bright red hair, but my high ponytail was still intact. All 7 of us took the elevator up to the 4th floor. We emerged into a small foyer, and then into a top floor apartment of a single man. We passed by a bathroom and a simply appointed bedroom, and entered a combination dining and living area. My enemy, wearing an open white shirt, with his tie and sportcoat carelessly slung over a chair at one end of a pre-set dining room table, rose and faced me. "Miss Dancer," he said, "we've been expecting you!" He told me that his name was Steffen Poulous, and mentioned that I had met Dr. Kevorkien, who sat in an easy chair, paging through a magazine and dressed in a suit and tie.

I said that I had met Kevorkien on the plane, and quipped," What's for dinner tonight?" I had met Kevorkien on my plane. Poulous countered with something like, "My smart nouth would get me gagged, if I didn't zip it up. Then, gave an order to one of his goons to fetch back plenty of rope and a roll of duct tape. Finally, Poulis bellowed his final order to "Strip her!" Within an instant, 6 switchblade kniove were flicked open and pointed at me. The buttons of my shirt were easily cut off. My shirt was peeled back over my shoulders and pulled off my arms. My black bra was cut off and fell to the floor. My jeans were unfastened and pulled down to my ankles, and then I was pulled down on my back on the floor, and my jeans and socks were stripped off. As they were about to take off my new French panties, Poulous waved them off. He came over to me and rubbed my panties hard over my pussy, until they were soaking wet with my pussy juices, and the smell of my sex permeated the room. Poulous took off my panties and put them on his dinner table next to the roll of duct tape. Eventually, they would be part of my gag.

They hauled me and my bare pussy to my feet. It was all the rage in the inner circles of London and Paris. My wrists were cruelly twisted behind my back, crossed between my shoulder blades, and tied with rough coarse rope. For good measure, 5 or 6 coils of the same rope were wound around my upper arms, just above my elbows, to make certain that I'd never get loose. However, I was able to conceal one of my special rings, by curling my fingers, without making a fist. With me totally secured, Poulous and Kevorkien had a whispered conversation, and 4 guards were excused for dinner, but 2 linebacker sized goons remained. Poulous ordered Doc to search me completely, including a complete cavity search, in his lab. The remaining 2 goons each grabbed me by an arm and half carried me and half dragged me to the elevator, accompanied by Doc Kevorkien. In the elevator, I was set on my feet, but the 2 big guys didn't do anything to me, probably due to the presence of the Doc. In the lab, I was sat on a long bench along the back wall of the lab. I noted where Doc stored his lab coats, and wherehe kept his drugs unlocked.

Doc prepared 2 syringes and I got a shot in each of my upper arms. Then, my exam began.

Kevorkien used a lighted magnifying scope to peer into my eyes, ears and up my nostrils, and he used a device that he wedged between my teeth and retched my jaw wide open. After looking inside my mouth and down my throat, he used the end of an instrument to tap each of my teeth, presumably looking for hollow teeth as a hiding place for anything. The doc had the 2 flunkies untie my ankles, and tie my feet into a widely spaced pair of stirrups at the end of the bench. The doc inserted a speculum into my twat and opened my pussy hole to an excruciating 3". First, he dommed latex gloves and felt around every surface of my precious love box, and then inserted a scope for a magnified view of my honey box, right up to my cervix. Finally, I was released from the stirrups and flipped onto my belly, but the flunkies did not re-tie my ankles together. The doc lubed up my asshole and shoved a long flexible lighted scope at least 18" up my colon. Dr Kevorkian pronounced me clean. While Doc Kevorkien grabbed an atomized sprayer, I was put on my feet and held and walked out to the elevator. We all took the elevator up to the 4th floor, where Poulous met us. We were directed into a tiny spare bedroom, with little more than a brass bed and bedside table. I was laid out on the bed, and after relaxing a few minutes, Dr Kevorkien started questioning me.

I supposed that one of the shots I had received, down in the lab, was some kind of truth serum, Before I left for Greece, UNCLE gave me an anti-truth serum vaccine, and I was fully aware of the 6-8 questions asked of me. I truthfully admitted to my name, but lied on all the other answers, because UNCLE had given me an anti-truth serum shot before I left for Greece. The bedroom was cleared and Kevorkien put on a respirator mask. Several spritzes of THRUSH's slow motion spray were squeezed off in my face. After a few minutes, I got off the bed and fairly skipped my way out into the living area. Poulous was livid and almost ready to strangle Doctor Kavorkien. It was obvious to Poulous that UNCLE had already developed an antidote to Thrush's Slow Motion Gas. I faced him in front of his dinner table. It wasn't that my 36C tits were all that special, but because of the way I was bound, my tits stuck out in a way that would provoke and excite any man. He grabbed my titties and squeezed them, and then Poulous diddled and pinched and twisted and pulled my nipples far out from their normal position. There isn't a woman alive whose nipples wouldn't have peaked up and hardened after that treatment.

What surprised me the most was when Poulous rammed 2 fingers easily up my twat, and brought them out dripping with my pussy juices. I had to suck his fingers clean, and then he made me kneel. Poulous painfully pinched my jaw, which forced me to open my mouth, and then he grabbed my head and raped my mouth, with his not to shabby thick 8" - 8-1/2" Greek cock. Maybe it was automatic, when he came, but I didn't understand why I swallowed his cum, when I could have spit it out all over him. He offered me to Kevorkien, but he declined. Next, Poulous took mypanties out of his pocket, rubbed them some more back and forth through my wet slick pussy slit, and stuffed my panties in my mouth. My mouth was then sealed with the duct tape, and I had to kneel in front of both of them, while they ate their dinner and discuss how Kevorkien was going to make THRUSH's Slow Motion gas 10X stronger. When they finished their dinner, Poulous took off his suit jacket, pants and shorts. Strangely, all during dinner old doc Kevorkien had checked out my body perhaps 20 times. This did not go unnoticed by Poulous. The duct tape sealing my mouth shut wass ripped off and my panties were fished out of my mouth. Again, Poulous forced my mouth open and fucked my face, as he had done before dinner.

I choked, when Poulous spurted an un-Godly amount of gism down my throat. During that BJ, I had the barest tingling in my pussy, and again I swallowed all his cum. I wasn't sure what was wrong with me. Poulous offered me to Kevorkien. The old scientist dropped his pants and shorts to reveal an ancient thin 6" erect cock. It looked gros and smelled bad, but I was forced to take IT in my mouth. It took about 5 minutes for me to get him off, and his cum was the foulest most bitter stuff that I had ever tasted. Poulous ordered his 2 remaining henchmen to take me to the little bedroom. My wrists and arms remained bound as they were, but my legs were spread and my ankles tied to the corner posts at the bottom of the brass bed. Poulous mounted me, and fucked the shit out of me. I couldn't help it, but I moaned and panted and tingled and whimpered audibly. Before it was over, I had screamed louder and louder, while I experienced 2 mind blowing orgasms. I was a trained UNCLE agent, and these types of things were expected of me in the course of my duties, and most often were faked. However, I had concluded that one of the shots that I had received in doc's lab was some type of estrogen female sex drug, which UNCLE had available in handy pill form. When I seemed to be lucid, Poulous asked me where to find my dog, Bootzie. I managed to shake my head NO, but Poulous told me that he was going to turn me over to his men, and if I had not revealed where the dog was, that I would die a gruesome death in the morning.

The 2 remaining linebacker goons took me downstairs one floor, in the elevator, to their room. They had 4 beds in the room, but I wasn't sure if Poulous' guards doubled up on beds and maybe another crew was patrolling the grounds, because these guys were obviously a crew of 6, with the 4 guys who were sent to dinner, were back and playing cards. My ankles were tied together and I was forced down on my knees. The2 guys who brought me in had enormous thick cocks. I was beginning to wonder if all Greek men had 9+" cocks. They wanted their balls and ball sacs licked and sucked, before I ever licked their humongous tree trunks. This started a pattern, whereby I had to do the same for all the rest of them. The drug that I was given made it easy for me. Soon, I had taken the 1st 2 guys cocks as deep as they would go into my throat. They even let me tease them a bit, before I rubbed the heads of their cocks against the back of my throat and let them cum down my throat. Yes, I made them cum. Even though I was tied up, it seemed as though that I was controlling everything. The remaining 4 guards, who were back from dinner and had been watching, had more normal sized cocks in the 7" -8" range. I actually perceived that Ihad fun doing them slowly and thoroughly. When I finished with the last one, I had half a belly full of high Protein male cum, since Poulous didn't offer me any dinner.

My wrists and arms were untied, and I was tied spread-eagle on someone's little twin sized bed. Then, all 6 of them raped me savagely. My nipples, never mind my breasts, were squeezed, pinched, rolled, pulled and chewed on, instead of being sucked. All 6 of them fucked my brains out, and I was coming and coming and coming in a constant state of orgasmic nirvana. When I came out of it, it seemed that there was a whole new group of guards. I deduced that the 1st shift was off and a whole new shift of 6 guards had replaced them. I was again on my knees, with my wrists merely tied behind my back. Where was my partner, Mark? He was probably resting comfortably in his hotel bed, with that floozy, Tuesday, caring for him and whatever. I was forced to suck off all 6 of the guys in the 2nd shift of guards. Some let me do all the work, and they more or less got the works, while the others chose to fuck my mouth, and they got what they could, but always came and made sure that I swallowed their cum. In fact, I had swallowed so much cum, without getting any food or liquids that I began to feel nauseous.

The 1st bed, where the 1st shift of guards fucked me was pretty badly stained, with my pussy juices and cum pouring out of my pussy, that I was tied spread-eagle on another bed in that room, with fresh bed linens. It was all becoming a blurred, never ending, string of getting fucked by the 6 2nd shift guards, moaning and coming and screaming and coming, as my pussy juices and the guards cum backed up and oozed out of my cunt. While the 6th guy fucked me, Dr. Kevorkien came in and gave me a shot right in the main vein in my throat. It was my jugular vein, which lead to my heart and back to my brain. I didn't know what he had injected into me. I instantly felt groggy, and then fell asleep, but I dreamed, or thought I did. I woke up not knowing the time or where I was. Looking around and assessing my situation, I discovered that I was still naked, and was tied ober some kind of pool, with a sturdy opaque cover. My wrists were tied simply and poorly behind my back, and my knees were bent over a bar that was like 1/2 of gymnastics high and low bar exercise setup, which currently spammed the covered pool. My ankles were tied together, using a long piece of thinner smoother cotton rope that plunged downward to a wall mounted electric winch that controlled my height above the pool's surface.

They seemed to have taken the rope that they tied my wrists with from the spool, and I immediately began working on it and trying to free myself. They must have fucked me many more times, while I was unconscious, because my pussy and legs were caked with dried cum. I was sore down there, and my asshole felt like they had reamed a new hole for me. My nipples and lips were swollen and bleeding. In strode Poulous, with 5 of his guards. He questioned me about the whereabouts of my beagle, Bootzie, but I could honestly say that I had no idea where the dog was, considering what they put me through the previous night. Poulous angrily stomped out of the room, stating that he would return in an hour, with something that would change my attitude. However, he left me alone with the guards he had brought along. Clearly they didn't expect me to survive the morning, and collectively thought they'd get a little more bonus nookie out of me. While one held me, from behind, another pounded my mouth with his stiff cock. I was no longer under the influence of the estrogen based female sex drug that Dr. Kevorkien had injected me with the night before. This was real, and I had no defense the raw lustful pounding that my mouth was taking. When each of them came in my mouth or down my throat, they made sure that I swallowed every drop [ of their come, and even made me lick their cocks clean.

During my forced blowjobs, I had no opportunity to work on freeing myself. Poulous returned, with 2 guys, from the kitchen, carrying a dressed lamb hindquarter of meat. The cover over the pool was retracted and the meaty carcass was attacked by hundreds of flesh eating Piranha. It took only moments for those horrible flesh eating fish to strip the lamb down to its bones, which slowly floated to the water's surface. Poulous gave me one last chance to tell him where Bootzie was, but I refused. He moved a table, under the rope from my ankles to the wall mounted winch. On top of the table was a simple candle and its candleholder. Poulous lit the candle and placed the flame under the rope holding me from plunging into the pool of, flesh eating fish. He lit the candle and my ankle rope ignited immediately. Poulous's parting words were that I had maybe 10-20 minutes, before the rope burned through and I plunged into the pool of the flesh eating fish. As a parting remark, Poulous said, "See you in HELL someday," and left.

Immediately I went to work, with the pop out sharpened edge of my ring, and freed my wrists within a few minutes. Next, I untied the ropes binding my ankles. Finally free, I grasped the bar and swung back and forth, building up momentum. When I let go, I landed safely at the edge of the pool, but had to frantically windmill my arms,, to prevent me from falling backwards into the pool of Piranha. Still naked, I slipped out of the pool room, and crept down the hall, until I found the door to the lab. I found Dr Kevorkian cooking something over a bunson burner at the central lab table. He came at me, but I put him down with a vicious kick to his balls, which I followed with a perfect Karate chop to the side of his neck. I frantically searched the drawers, until I found an assortment of scalpels. Choosing the largest bladed one, I slit Kevorkien's throat from ear to ear. Never more would that bastard produce any weapons against his fellow man. I went to the locker and put on a lab coat to cover my nakedness. I had the scalpel, but searched the shelves for additional weapons. I pulled down an open beaker of sulphuric acid, which I placed at arms reach. Poulous charged into the lab, with absolute rage all over his face.

He slowly stalked me down the main aisle of the lab, ready to pounce. When we got to where I had put the sulphuric acid, I grabbed it and threw it in his eyes. Another kick to his balls put Poulous down on his knees, screaming and rubbing his eyes. A slash of my scalpel across Poulous's neck ended the THRUSH agent's life. Next, I found several camdles and set one up on the far corner of the back lab table, where the stirrups were mounted and my humiliating internal exam took place hours earlier. I blew out the bunson burner, disconnected its supply tube from the main gas tank below the bench. Finally, I opened the valve of the bunson burner's main gas tank and rushed out of the lab. I didn't know how long the gas buildup would take, but I figured that the explosion would be catastrophic. I got the HELL out of the lab and walked down the hall to the kitchen, passed through the kitchen and outside into the open. I found my shoes where I left them in some bushes and put them on. As fast as I could, I retreated into the surrounding woods, and waited for the explosion. When it happened, it was mammoth and took down the entire East side of Poulous's mansion.

After the dust had settled. I blew on the dog whistle, and Bootzie came romping out of her hiding place, and Bootzie was so happy to see mee that she squatted and tinkled at my feet. I scooped up Bootzie and carried her to the town's Health Ministry, who had been expecting us. They could pluck the fleas off of Bootzie and make the necessary antidote to the slow motion gas. I went to the hotel and found Mark still under the watchful care of Tuesday, and I had no doubt that he had gotten laid at least several times, and was reluctant to leave her bed. I got out my trusty communicator. When I contacted UNCLE Headquarters, I reported "MISSION ACCOMPLIISHED, and requested Extraction for 2, with one slightly wounded, and a mop up[ crew to go over the remains of Poulous's mansion and roundup the remainer of Poulous's men. I shucked my meager lab coat, and got dressed in my finest traveling outfit, leaving my few remaining clothes in my room for Tuesday. I collected Mark and I helped him limp the 1/2 mile walk to the empty hayfield. We waited about 5 minutes, before 3 beautiful UNCLE helicopters landed and disgorged the mop up crew. Mark and I boarded one of the helicopters for a ride from Kronos Island to the mainland and a direct UNCLE flight back to our secret base in the USA.