Author's Note: A parallel story to 'Bondagent - Mission Dark Cloud', not essential reading before this one as this is a 'stand-a-lone story' but of interest if you like background to some of the characters.


1. Assassin

This was a much better mission, far more suited to my natural skills as an assassin than my previous task, basically baby-sitting the new girl Sandy Dearing or at least keeping ob's on her and her apartment while she infiltrated the terrorist organisation in operation Dark Cloud. Although it had been effectively a year's rest from front-line duties and getting to play with Sandy in bondage was a huge and enjoyable bonus; so good I still meet up and play with her whenever the opportunity arises; her and her girlfriend 'Bronze' Debbie and to get to do sexually evil things to them both.

I was called Claire back then, and then I became the new stand-in Sandra Dearing, but now I am Emilia Rivers, UK Secret Service, a "Shadow Dancer" assassin in the Bondagent service.

But enough of that; Sandy is on deployment in Washington now, loaned out to the CIA to sort out a spy virus of Russian origin that is plaguing the White House and the Pentagon. Little do they know that Sandy actually engineered the virus from a safe-house in the Ukraine to coincide with the Trump presidency campaign just so Commander Belper could get Sandy "sleeping" with the Americans. He still thinks the US Government were at least a little involved in Dark Cloud so he is having Sandy load their secret communications systems with her own spyware. Their head of Defence is a bondage freak with a penchant for young blonde's so Sandy is very well placed.

My mission is a little more direct. Doctor Martin Curle is a Nuclear Scientist, responsible for the development of Britain's next range of warheads. He and his encrypted lap-top computer went missing from his home in Berkshire three weeks ago. However a special branch officer on leave in Spain just happened to spot him getting into a black Land Rover with a known heavyweight criminal and his personal protection goons and snapped a couple of pictures off to the Commander. The criminal, Tristan Wrexham; or 'T-Rex' as he likes to be called; is known to operate out of an ancient castle on the hills above Malaga.

I am to gain entry to the castle, locate the Doctor; and if he has been abducted then I am to return and report so a rescue operation can be planned. If it is obvious he is there voluntarily, I am to terminate him.

T-Rex is a particularly nasty piece of work. He is of unknown birth but was adopted as an immigrant in Britain when just a child, approximately three years old; he was named after the town in which he was found. As he grew it was found that his intelligence was outstanding but his moral and ethical compass non-existent. By nine he was tying up and torturing his older adopted sister for fun; by twelve he had tied up and raped his adopted Mother.

Pink and fluffy control measures allowed his education to continue and at just fourteen he had a daughter to a young school teacher that obviously greatly feared Tristan and refused to press charges even though she had clearly been restrained and raped by the young T-Rex.

At age sixteen he and his two year old daughter, the oddly named 'Vex', both disappeared and the school teacher mother was found murdered.

That was seventeen years ago during which T-Rex, now thirty five, has become the prominent gangster responsible for pretty much all high level crime throughout Russia and the continent. He is Europe's number one most wanted.

Intelligence indicates he is in an incestuous relationship with Vex, now age nineteen; the only love in his life; and that she is even more twisted and sadistic than her loving Father.

If I get the chance I will take these two out for free, well, bullets are cheap.

I have been here in Spain with Dax, my head of department, for six days doing reconnaissance on the Castle and T-Rex; and hoping to spot the Doctor but to no avail; I am going to have to do it the hard way.

I have studied the plans of the Castle to infinite detail, and all the roads and tracks around it. I have my kit assembled and am ready to go as Dax pulls his massive Honda motorbike over onto a dirt-track just a mile from the Castle and I hop off the back and hand him my helmet.

What looks like my cool-chic biker gear is in fact my operational dress; a one piece matt black latex body suit; padded knees and elbows but otherwise sheer and effectively a second skin. I do wish that bastard joker Dax hadn't nobbled it sometime during the night, pulling out the breast cups and thin plastic insert that hides my camel-toe. As I am naked beneath I look more like a fucking fetish model than serious assassin!

That wasn't all he done last night. As it was my last night before a dangerous mission that I may not return from he kindly gave me a good seeing to. He knows my preference for bondage over vanilla and duly tied me.

He had me on the bed on my back with my wrists tied to my ankles; then rolled me over backwards and tied my ankles apart to the head bedposts. I was bent double staring up at my own pussy as he rocked me back slightly and standing over me entered me. My God the guys good, always been the best fucker around but this time he really did screw me like it was going to be my last time ever.

He made me do something that I have never experienced before. Yes, I do have very wet orgasms, and yes I have squirted a little before; but this time he rammed me so much and so hard; and maintained it so long that he found he could withdraw between strokes and my pussy would squirt like a fucking water pistol right over my head and onto the wall behind and above me.

He would give it more strokes and keep repeating this until I was absolutely spent; only then did he come. The guys a fucking athlete!

Just not a particularly nice athlete; he actually left me there, the bastard, tied as I was on the bed, covered in his and my juices, and fucked off to the hotel bar without me.

I know I could have released myself. I am an expert in rope bondage escape and have not yet met the knots that could hold me. It would have taken considerable time and effort to escape because Dax certainly knows what he is doing with a rope but hey, where is the fun in escaping when it is someone like Dax that has you tied up?

He did return not long later to do me again but just to fuck off back to the bar again, Bastard!

I should explain that while I am a highly respected Government agent, I am also a self-declared raging nymphomaniac with a real and constant need to be restrained and fucked, preferably by strangers; even more preferably athletic and well hung strangers unless it is somebody as skilled as Dax; he is a true master.

My deviant bondage rape desires and pursuits are well known in my unit and accepted by the Commander as a risk, but also seen as a unique tool to be utilised in my service. I simply fucking love it!

But this is just sex, pleasure, my deviant need; my true love that totally satisfies me at the moment is Sandy Dearing. Just being with her and sharing our tender moments together; I am so jealous of her love to Debbie (see 'Bondagent Mission Dark Cloud' for details).

Dax came back and done me again, this time impersonating a steam train the way he went at me. I am pleased that sorting the room out wasn't my responsibility the mess my pussy made of that wall, and the bedding will need some serious deep cleaning.

He relaxed my position but held me in one form of bondage or another all night and kept me amused through until morning.


2. Straight to the Doctor

Slipping my flat pack of special tools over my shoulders like a small back pack I put my latex hood on. Again Dax had been playing and this now had a hole on the crown of my head for my long hair to pull through. With my nipples and camel toe displayed very prominently and now my hair like this Dax reckoned that in any surprise encounter my appearance would cause distraction giving me a split seconds edge; I just think he liked me looking like this.

I nodded "goodbye" and set off in an easy jog for the rear of the Castle and the trees and shadows that would hide me until dusk.

I also had my utilities belt strapped on holding my miniature grappling gun, three throwing knives, a mini-maglight, GPS Iphone and my favourite Glock pistol.

In a number of places on and around my body I also had other toys hidden. Blades to cut me free if I was restrained and needles treated in toxins to inflict temporary paralysis. Some were secreted in my suit; some under false skin on my body.

Dusk settled in and I set off from my hiding place, sprinting between shadows and across the dry moat to the base of the rear wall.

I love this little grappling gun. The size of a revolver and made of plastic, fire once only then disposable. The hook is miniature but opens up in flight and is fastened to a cord not much thicker than thread but strong as steel wire. My gloves are specially adapted to enable me to grip it but even then it is only an aid to me climbing the wall.

I don't hang about and less than two minutes from leaving the trees I am over the wall and dropping onto the ancient sentry walkway behind and sprinting to where I know there is cover; the grappling hook discarded off the wall behind me.

In my little hiding place I take out my sonic audio device and work my way around the outside of the main Castle building, the 'keep'; pointing at each window and listening to what is happening inside. Twice I have to hide as patrolling goons amble by but they are far too noisy in their approach, in twos and talking, to stand any chance of spotting me. I am in luck, on only the second side of the building, the seventh window in all I hear the Doctors voice in conversation with another British male, possibly T-Rex but I don't know his voice. Special Branch only gave me the Doctors voice to study. From my detailed knowledge of the building plans I instantly know where in the building this room is, and it will be easy to get there.

Packing the audio device back in my pack I slowly and methodically work my way into the building and along to the stairs that will take me up to the room.

First I find a hiding place for my pack and my belt; if I get discovered and captured I need an escape plan and these are it. I keep just my gun, fixing on the silencer and sliding it into the special quick release pocket on my lower back.

The door is only just ajar and the room is not very well lit, just a couple of wall lights and a desk lamp at the far end. It is a long thin room and I can see the side profile of the Doctor sitting at a desk, talking with someone I cannot see.

I could be back on the road in ten minutes; this mission could be a walk in the park.

Sliding the door quietly open I make my way in and get within just ten feet of him when he spots me; I stop, and stand, legs apart and my hands on my hips ready to draw and shoot.

He stares at me, at my pussy, my tits, then back to my hooded face "T, we have a visitor; quite an interesting visitor I think, you may wish to see her" he says apparently with little or no concern.

I hear a chair moving on its castors and Tristan Wrexham comes into view across the desk and alongside the Doctor.

He goes through the same ritual, pussy, tits, face; and smiles.

"Well, well, well" he says, "what do we have here?"

I am not really interested in talking with them, I have seen and heard enough to decide what my action should be and I go for my gun.

I know what it is as soon as it hits me, two prongs, one between my shoulder blades the other in my left butt; my arms go up in the air and my feet leave me as the Taser is activated and the voltage pours through me.

The shock stops and I am shaking, I think I am going to piss myself. "Hands behind your back, now!" I hear from somebody behind me. I flip onto my belly to get my hand to my gun and the shock hits me again and this time I do piss myself as I shake uncontrollably. He shocks me longer this time and I am still jabbering as my hands are taken behind me and I feel plasti-cuffs locking around my wrists and I am hauled to my feet and pushed up in front of the desk.

My gun is taken from me by a mountain of a man, the guy that tasered me, the only other person here apart from Doc' and T-Rex. He also, thankfully, pulls the taser barbs out of me. He puts my gun on the desk in front of T-Rex and rips my hood off.

Well, that didn't quite go as planned!

The guy steps away and I take him in, all seven foot of him! The guy is massive; the width of a doorway with a chest to match. His thighs are bigger than my waist and his hands are like baseball mitts; if he ever loses his shoes immigrants could use them as boats! He has long lank black hair dropping out of a bald pate and I am guessing he is Spanish by the look of him. Most worrying, he looks fit, like a boxer or a wrestler.

Trying not to stare at him in awe I crack "lucky my hands are tied Bozo or you would really be in trouble!"

He doesn't laugh, doesn't even smile or say anything, he just steps forward and slaps my butt. I am propelled into and over the desk and scream out in instant pain, my backside on fire and white lights filling my brain.

"Enough Mordor; go and find out how your security allowed this beautiful creature to just waltz on in here; go bust a few heads, and send Mike and Mohammed back here."

The mountain turned and walked off; grunting once.

I make it back onto my feet and flick my hair back behind me. I look down and see that my nipples are standing out betraying the effect that slap and standing here like this is having on me. Bastard nipples, always giving me away. I also see that pissing myself has wet my latex and my pussy to the point I may as well be naked down there the way my lips are showing. I glance up and see T-Rex smiling, also taking in my sex. Needing him to want me rather than want to shoot me I relax and open my stance, my hands helpless behind me.

I have blades at hand to cut this plastic in a second but T-Rex armed with my gun makes me bide my time.

Addressing me T-Rex asked "Who are you, why do you want to kill me?"

I revert to training, when in a fix don't aggravate the situation; play ball, don't present a threat; give them what they want no matter how bad or degrading; save it for when a real opportunity is presented then give it everything.

"I am Emilia Rivers, and I am not here to kill anybody. I have been sent to find out whether Martin has been abducted and report back; I shouldn't even be in here but I gave up watching from outside; I've screwed up."

"Your gun here indicates otherwise."

"That is just in case, for self-defence, to help me get away if spotted; I don't even like carrying the thing."

He turns to Martin and asks "Doc, what do you think?"

There is a pause as he looks me over and considers. "Well, she is certainly fit, beautiful even; and is well trained in lying but is most definitely lying. She is British Secret Service."

T-Rex laughs and counters "Secret Service? Like James Bond or something? I don't think so Martin, the British don't actually have a secret service."

Doc replies "No, I didn't think they did either, but here standing in front of us is evidence to the contrary. As you know in my field of Nuclear and Atomic weaponry I am well familiar with British Defence and law enforcement; I am cleared to the highest level. You see she cannot be Police, the British Police do not have the jurisdiction to operate over here; well maybe for an arrest or an interview or house search with Spanish Magistrate authority but certainly not to break into a Castle armed with a gun."

He continued "She cannot be special branch because they share the same restrictions as their Police; and since the end of the cold war neither MI5 nor MI6 are licensed to kill so she cannot be Military Intelligence. Neither is she Special Forces because they are still embedded in the twentieth century, totally macho-chauvinistic. They don't send little young girls to do a man's work. Plus, if it was a SAS operation twenty of them would have just appeared like ghosts, killed us all, blown everything up and fucked off back to Britain before you had time to sneeze."

He paused for effect, obviously loving that he had T-Rex as an audience and me stood here with my bits on display. He sipped his water and went on "She is Secret Service, an assassin, the only reasonable assumption left; and she is here to rescue me if I have been abducted, and kill me if not; you and possibly even Vex would have just been bonus kills if the opportunity arose."

Ten out of ten for the Doctor, clever shit.

"Emilia, are you an assassin?" T-Rex asked me, holding my gun, examining it.

"No" I answered, shaking my head "I am MI6, a "Shadow Dancer" trained to enter, observe, and leave without attracting any attention, I just screwed up and got carried away; I thought Doc was alone so I came in here to talk to him; I was turning to leave as soon as I heard your voice but by then Doc had spotted me."

T-Rex continued to question me but we were interrupted by the entrance of Mike and Mohammed; T-Rex told them to take me up to the stone hall and chain me; he would follow.

Martin butted in "Careful with her, she is very dangerous; take no chances, no risks at all with her."

They both laughed out loud and one of them said "Yeah, sure Doc; us two big men will be careful with the little tied up girl."

T-Rex ordered them "take her, now; and you Doc, you work for me, these guys work for me, everybody works for me; I give the orders around here."

I was turned around by the shoulders and pushed ahead of them out of the room and along the corridor.

I think they liked me the comments they were making about me and what they were going to do to me. We arrived at a lift and the taller one of them pressed the button telling Mohammed to stay behind me. Now was my chance; I was blowing my mission but it was all about self-preservation now; take these two out, grab my gear and get back into the woods; pronto.

Standing waiting for the lift I shook my chest wildly side to side, the latex performing well and putting a show on with my tits as the star attraction. Mohammed moved around to the side to see the show better "what you doing?" he asked in broken English.

"It's my nipples" I lied, "must be that fucking taser but my nipples are tingling unbearably, could you untie me, just for a second, I have to scratch them."

Mike laughed "Mohammed, help her out with her nipples, you have until we are in the lift then it's my turn sorting her pussy out."

I had cut the plastic tie as Mohammed had moved around but kept my hands in place behind me until his fingers were on my nipples.

I slid the blade back into my suit, I could have used it to cut their throats but not having actually escaped yet I didn't want to piss T-Rex off too much leaving the dead bodies of his men behind me.

I smiled at him as I begged "harder, harder and faster please, and not just my nipples, all of my tits; yeah, that's doing it."

My knee hammered into his groin and as he doubled over I stepped back and my booted foot smashed his nose back into his face and continued on to smash his cheek bone and he went down and out. My hands were still in place behind me.

Mike immediately pushed me back with his left hand on my right shoulder; he cursed "you fucking bitch" as he drew his right hand back in a fist. That is as far as he got as I punched my open hand into his face, the palm of my hand driving his cheek bone back into his face and then as he sank I grabbed him and walked his head into the wall. He went down, poleaxed.

I went back to Mohammed, the way he had collapsed his gun was sticking up from the back of his pants pleading with me to take it, and it was all silver and sparkling and yearning to be my new fashion accessory.

I had only just about got my hand onto it when from behind me "nice moves Emilia, now don't be silly; my guys got sloppy, don't you join them." Fucking T-Rex, with my own fucking gun pointed at me.

Just to fully make my mind up the lift doors opened and there was the man mountain Mordor looking down at me; I gave up on the gun and stood up, my hands on my head.


3. Second bite

"Mordor, take her."

The mountain took my hands behind me and holding my thumbs in his mighty hand he raised my hands up my back into like a reverse prayer position and pulling my head back by my hair he fed this into the same hand and then effortlessly raised me up onto my toes; presenting me to his master.

Mordor may be a big bastard, a really fucking big bastard; but I can take him when I have to; I always was good at the high jump.

T-Rex sauntered down flipping my Glock around his finger on the trigger guard, if he only knew how sensitive that trigger was he wouldn't be doing that; I told him, I felt I had to before he shot me by accident.

He looked good, fit, strong, and muscular. He moved well, like a dancer. He was at least six foot; short blonde curly hair, his tight cotton vest showing his pec's and ab's; his bare arms showing toned biceps, he obviously works out a lot. He looked more like a Greek God than a true Brit; only marred by thin bright red scars running out from either side of his mouth where in the past somebody has obviously taken a blade to him giving him what is affectionately and commonly known as a "Glasgow smile." When he did smile he looked truly evil.

Standing right in front of me he put his mouth to my ear and whispered "remind me to apologise to the Doc, he was dead right about you; Shadow Dancer my arse, you're a fucking highly trained fucking lethal weapon; Secret Service, assassin, whatever; you have just become a little more valuable to me, I think I will keep you around for a while; just in case, you know, bargaining edge and everything?"

Stepping back he nodded and the mountain moved me into the lift. T-Rex bent down and picked up the plastic cuff, quickly examined it and dropped it before joining us in the lift.

"You have a blade, where is it?" He asked me.

No point in hiding the obvious "in my suit, the small of my back."

He felt around and recovered both the one I had used and its twin a few inches to the side.

He took a nipple between his finger and thumb and twisted it, then gripping just the latex he pulled it off my nipple and with one of my blades he sliced the latex off. The suit snapped back onto my breast leaving my nipple exposed. He repeated this with my other nipple "Oh I do like this game" he laughed.

He pulled the wet latex out of and off my wet pussy and sliced this also releasing it to surround and decorate my now naked pussy.

Taking a nipple again he held the blade under it and asked "apart from the rest of your delightful body what else is that suit concealing?"

I wasn't going to risk it, plus I knew he would check, most probably actually stripping me in the process so I told him "another six blades, a couple of pins and two knives in my boots as well as a compass and a GPS tracker in the soles."

At his instruction I guided his hands to the blades and the pins. He had good hands; they felt good on me even though his smile and his touch repulsed me. A contradiction of feelings that confused me a little but hey, I know I am screwed up quite a bit when it comes to these things. I have killed at least a couple of guys I would have enjoyed fucking with.

Taking the two pins he slid one out of its plastic sleeve "what does this do?" He asked, his eyebrows raised in genuine interest.

"They are treated in a special toxin that attacks the part of the brain that controls your muscles; prick a person anywhere and there is an immediate effect, a slowing of bodily control; within ten seconds they are effectively paralysed."

"How long does it last?" He asked.

"Depends on your body size and heart, on me probably an hour; on Mordor here; and I must say, fantastic name Mordor; maybe just half as long."

T-Rex pricked me, on my thigh, and I sagged; body, head, face, everything and I wasn't just pretending.

He flicked my nipples, flicked my pussy, twisted my nose and got absolutely no reaction to anything.

"I like it! I must get some of these; oh, and Mordor is not his real name; it's from Lord of the Rings, you know, the mountain that everybody fears; he is actually called Ciserro, or Cissy for short."

Mordor carried me into the large stone hall, a fantastic room which I could imagine in the old days being filled with knights of olden Spain feasting around great tables and making merry. Now though it had been transformed, money thrown at it as had the whole Castle that now had lifts, fancy lighting, modern windows and computer points and work stations and fine furnishings throughout. Oh I do hope it has at least retained a proper dungeon!

I was laid on the floor and T-Rex continued up a couple of steps onto a wide dais that housed the top table where the stunning young Vex sat in an easy chair looking down at me.

I could see the T-Rex features in her, the same chin and eyes, the same smile but without the scars, the same lips; everything except her hair that although also blonde was straight and long.

She was wearing just a short bright yellow leather dress, backless, just a strap around the back of her neck holding it up. Her breasts moulded into the dress and the leather so fine her nipples prominent. She had on strappy stilettos in the same material, the same colour, finished with cuffs around her ankles and small golden padlocks visible; and a matching leather collar fastened around her neck and cuffs around her wrists. All locked on. My kind of girl!

T-Rex cupped her face and kissed her, then taking a seat beside her asked "Like to strip and chain her?"

"Oh yes Daddy, please!"

She leapt off her seat and down to me and rolled me onto my back, my legs falling uselessly apart. "T, what's wrong with her, she's, well, like lifeless?"

"Paralysed, just temporary; give it half an hour or so and she will kick your ass in a second; trust me, she's more than you can handle."

"Really? You think so? Who is she? Can I have her to play with?"

"Vex, just strip her and chain her."

T-Rex told her to take my boots off first, that she would find a knife to cut my suit off. While she done this he explained how I had made my appearance; that I was here to kill the Doc and possibly them too. She seemed to really enjoy stripping me.

She finished by taking two chains down from the ceiling and fastening the cuffs around my wrists and just leaving me there, laying naked, legs apart while T-Rex's goons walked around me.

I took my time laying there as the paralysis wore off planning my escape. I needed T-Rex's cock and his daughters' pussy. I had to be docile, pathetically subservient, no threat whatsoever until they took me for granted; give them such sexual pleasure that they would confuse me as a silly little piece of ass rather than their worst fucking nightmare come visiting. Of course if I could just get free, kill them all and escape that would work too.

An involuntary closing of my legs when Doc sat himself opposite me gave me away and vex pressed a button on a remote and the chains retracted up to the ceiling high up above me until I was suspended a couple of feet off the floor. Then another button traversed me across the hall until I was dangling right in front of T-Rex and Vex.

T-Rex continued his interrogation and I kept to my basic story but filled it with whatever little truths I could to add plausibility to my legend. While he questioned me Vex played with me, smoothing her hands down my entire body, sucking on my nipples, fingering me, kneeling down and licking me (I appreciated this, I needed cleaned up after pissing myself). She spanked me, she kissed me, she bit my nipples and her fingers made me come; all the time I was answering her Fathers questions and his goons sat and watched.

He agreed to give me into his daughters' custody, for her to play with; on the condition I was always kept restrained in steel. He also ordered her "Don't kill her unless she makes you, and try not to mark her; we may end up having to negotiate her return yet; if not I may sell her so we need her looking good."

I was lowered and my wrists handcuffed behind before the chains were released. Mordor was given the cuff key and told to deliver me into the cage in Vex's apartment. He put a rope noose around my neck and taking the other end started to lead me out.

I heard the Doc say to T-Rex "If you let him go with his gun she will be back in minutes to kill us."

"Martin, you really are a spineless scared coward; you are seriously overestimating her, nobody can take the mountain, gun or no gun."

"If that's the case then he shouldn't need it should he; and I have been right about her so far haven't I?"

"Mordor, leave your gun" ordered T-Rex, not looking happy about it or about the Doc.

Mordor didn't seem fussed either way, he took a gun out from a holster under a waistcoat and placed it on a table on our way out.

We were in a stone walled corridor on the next floor down, Mordor leading me with the rope as a leash. Without breaking step I jumped up, thrust my feet through my hands and landed in step with my hands to the front.

Mordor was none the wiser and a couple of steps later I had a blade free from under the false skin on the back of my leg. The first Mordor was aware was when the loose end of the cut rope dangled under his hand.

Confused, he turned just in time to feel my heel shattering his cheekbone. Fair play to the big fucker he didn't even go down; well not until my next flying kick sent the back of his head into the wall and even then he went down in slow motion; tottering, stumbling, and finally lowering himself onto his hands and knees.

My foot scored a full conversion with his balls and still he tried to get back up to his feet but my karate kick to the side of his head finally floored him.

I was knackered, that was some fight and he wasn't even hitting back. I went through his pockets and retrieved the cuff key and his mobile phone. First I sent a text message to Dax letting him know the rough state of play and that the Doc was rogue; then I released the cuffs and deleted the sent text message.

Switching the phone to silent and taking one of my special pins I ran and jumped kicking into the side wall and propelling myself up and catching hold of the central ceiling beam; then dangling there I hid the phone and the pin above should I need them again in the future; just in case, you know.

As I dropped I was shocked to be confronted yet again by the mountain; how the hell is he standing again after the kicking I have given him?

Fortunately he is not yet all there, tottering about trying to stay upright, holding onto the wall.

I run and jump up putting my shins into his chest and my knees up on his shoulders. He actually helps me by instinctively holding me. I jab my forefinger down between the bones at the front of his neck, but not too hard, I don't want to kill the guy.

Instantly his throat swells cutting off his oxygen supply and he turns in pain and panic before throwing me from him and sinking to his knees and then his side.

It is a struggle but I manage to get him into the recovery position up against the side wall.

I try to put the cuffs on him but I would need a much bigger size; instead I loosen his jeans and pull his dick out and manage to get the cuff around him, under the ball sack and get him close enough to the wall to cuff him to a pipe. Fortunately (or not, depending on your point of view) his equipment wasn't quite in proportion to the rest of his body, certainly not his feet at any rate.

In his relaxed state he will be breathing again in no time, my conscience kicks in and I actually stay with him a minute just to make sure; I always was way too soft with my men. He is actually snoring when I make my naked escape, sprinting all the way along the corridor and around the corner and into another fucking taser!

My second bite at freedom working every bit as well as my first; this mission may not be a walk in the park after all.


4. Vexed

I come too wearing a steel cage, a collar, cuffs and a chain; otherwise I was still naked. The cage was big, around six feet square, my wrists are cuffed behind and a chain is connecting my steel collar to one of the side bars. A quick check confirms that my remaining three blades and pin have all been found and removed.

As I sit up I hear movement behind me and slowly turn to look. Vex is sitting there, a couple of feet outside the cage staring at me. I turn to face her, smile and say "Hi."

She smiles back, and giggles; then leans forward and says "you are amazing, nobody, like ever, has taken Mordor down; Daddy is well pissed, I have never seen him so angry. Three of his men including Mordor are in hospital now; all have shattered cheeks, Mordor and Mike concussion, and Mohammed won't be using his nose for anything any time soon. You don't even have a fucking scratch on you, and you were cuffed!"

"Yeah, I held back; I didn't want to really hurt them."

She laughed out loud and clapped her hands in joy "Worst of all Daddy hates that Doc' told him so. I am so going to enjoy taming and owning you. I won't let Daddy trade or sell you; he never would let me have a dog or a cat; you are my first pet!"

Marvellous, just fucking marvellous; now I'm a fucking dog.

I look around and realise this must be her apartment; there is a huge bed and beyond it a door, probably to an en-suite. On the other side there is a large built in wardrobe running the length of the wall but other than a couple of paintings and a full length mirror that is it; all stone floors, walls and ceiling but for one other door into another room I cannot see; maybe a guest bedroom.

Then I see the finer points, like the chains and cuffs fixed to the four posts of the bed, the trapeze bar with cuffs hanging from the ceiling; eye-bolts fixed seemingly randomly around the walls and floor; a padded leather bench with cuffs and straps fitted and hanging on one wall a collection of whips, floggers, canes and paddles.

Looking back at her I ask "I guess you entertain in here quite regularly then?"

Giggling again she nods and agrees "oh yes, male and female, even Daddy on occasion."

"Oh, you are a Dominatrix then?"

"Sometimes, but sometimes not; depends on the mood; but with you yes. In fact from this point onwards you will always call me Ma'am, I will call you Bitch."

"Okay Ma'am." I saw little point in not going along with this; I had to get her thinking of me as subservient as soon as possible if I was to create an opportunity.

"Okay Bitch, time to break you in and demonstrate my status over you."

Keeping me on the chain and cuffed she got me out of the cage and over to the leather bench where she cuffed me over it, my legs wide apart.

In front of me she stripped off her dress, as had already been pretty obvious she was naked beneath but now I also saw that she had not a hair on her body.

Just like her Dad she obviously works out, a truly well-toned body and a lovely all over tan; I think I may enjoy this punishment.

She slides a wardrobe door open to hang her dress up and I have to stifle a laugh. The wardrobe is full of the same dresses but in only five different colours; three of each, all identical. Bright yellow as she was wearing, shocking red, bright blue, black and pink. Beneath the dresses are more of the same shoes in the same numbers and matching colours; and more matching collars and cuffs.

Nothing else, no underwear, shorts, shirts, anything. This may be my first case of fetish OCD!

Shutting this door she slides open the next and this is full of leather and metal, all restraints and toys and stuff. This could be a long and interesting night.

She takes out a large black dildo and straps it onto herself, looking and smiling at me as she does. Then she walks back past the first wardrobe door and pulls open a slim single cupboard door. This has five shelves going up the way and on each is a model head with a blonde wig sitting on four of them. She takes her hair off and sits this on the fifth. Going down the way each wig is a little longer than the last; probably so she can give the false impression over a period that her hair is growing then being cut.

Her head is completely bald and smooth, almost polished. Then I notice that her eyebrows are actually tattoo's, thin black lines drawn above her eyes.

I must have looked a little startled by this surprise because she was laughing again but warned "mention this to anybody and I will take your skin off you, understand?"

Without even thinking I replied "Yes Ma'am."

"No, Bitch, I don't shave to be like this, my pussy or my head; I have alopecia, have done since I was a child; I have no memory of ever having had hair on my body."

"You look beautiful" I said, and I wasn't even trying to flatter her, she really did.

"Do not speak another word without permission, not even to beg."

She didn't dive into me with the Dildo, not immediately anyway; first she flogged me, far too much, far too hard; and then she caned me. As difficult as it was to take I didn't utter a single word throughout.

We both knew I was completely helpless and we both knew I was taking what she was giving. Then she entered me. The dildo was dry but not for long, my juices providing the lubrication.

She gave me one hell of a fucking, getting into a rhythm, a pounding high energy rhythm and maintaining it like she was having a work-out until it was obvious I was coming. Then she switched holes. Fuck me! Well, yes, exactly; that is exactly what she done. It started very hard with no lubrication but this was quickly eased as I provided my own natural lubrication to the point I was actually enjoying it.

That's the thing with us Bondagents, we actually train to do this and I am one of those that take training most earnestly.

If my back, thighs and ass weren't on fire from the flogging and caning I may have really enjoyed all of this; but regardless I did get some pleasure from it all but I doubt she was thinking of my pleasure in this.

However, I was also thinking that this shithead skinhead was going to pay for this; the fact I was into this kind of stuff was irrelevant, the Bitch was raping me and I would add this to her part in my abduction when the time for reckoning came calling; along with the whipping and caning she has just given me.

When she finally tired of doing what she could to punish and torment me I ended up back in the cage, cuffed and chained again but this time with some rather nasty nipple clamps decorating my chest.

She seemed happy with herself, she was certainly happy having me as her pet; she stood looking at me and asked "any questions, Bitch?"

"Er, yeah, a couple Ma'am, can I use the toilet? Maybe have a shower as well? Plus I haven't eaten all day, will I be getting anything?"

"Your cage is your toilet, you can clean it up in the morning; no food, your next meal will be breakfast and that will only be available if you beg to lick my pussy and make a good job of it first; and you will get a shower whenever I feel like it, don't ask again Bitch."

"Thank you Ma'am, understood."

I laid down on the cool, hard stone floor and tried to get as comfortable as I could; but with my hands cuffed behind me and these nipple clamps on it was difficult to get any position that supported my head without something digging in.

I could easily have got my hands to the front but figured this would only rile her so didn't. I would have needed a tool to get the clamps off. I just lay quiet as I could; vexed to say the least.


5. Happy to serve

I was awake first, sitting up against the bars watching Vex sleep.

After locking me away she had showered and dressed and went out, probably for dinner. She had returned with T-Rex and I got to watch them at it in bed, although with the lights off so only with what moonlight was coming in through the windows. Also from my position on the floor I could only catch glimpses of them but I could certainly hear enough to confirm their incestuous relationship.

T-Rex had cuffed her to the bed posts and I could see she at least still had her wrists cuffed either side of her.

She looked so tempting, so vulnerable; so beautiful; if only this cage wasn't locked.

After maybe twenty minutes or so she awoke and went through that wonderful process of realisation that you are still in bondage; I was jealous. I love that feeling first thing in the morning; vulnerability, helplessness, reliance on others to release you, or not.

She stared at me, as though momentarily confused, then shouted "look away Bitch, face the other way."

I moved across and sat with my back to her.

We stayed like this for some time, not that we had much choice; then eventually I heard the door open.

There was no speech just a creaking of the bed followed by the unmistakable sounds of a cock being sucked.

I heard the rattle of chain and her cuffs being unlocked followed by T-Rex saying "see you at breakfast sweetheart, bring your pet" and then him leaving the apartment.

I heard Vex using the toilet and shower and drying off.

"On your feet, Bitch"

I got to my feet and turned to face her, she was still naked and her hairless appearance I admit does do something for me.

"Now do I need to fear for my safety at every second Bitch? Are you going to take every opportunity to kill me and escape? Or even just put me in hospital like the others for the fun of it?"

I paused for enough time to make her think I was really considering it then explained "no, I have given escape my best effort and now accept that I am here to stay. Until such time as I am released, sold or killed I am your pet and I will behave as such, in the possibly forlorn hope that the more subservient I am then the better you will treat me. I will do nothing at all to harm you, I promise. In reality as long as I have even a single restraint on me then I am not going to make it over the Castle wall, and I can't see you opening the gate for me.

I am starving now; please may I eat your pussy Ma'am?"

A lovely smile come over her face, like the sun rising into a pure blue sky and all being well in the world. "I am going to take you at your word Bitch, and still treat you like shit; but I do like fun and I do take risks; I will give you rewards for your behaviour as and when I see fit."

She used a small tool to remove my nipple clamps, I managed not to scream out but could not keep the pressure and pain from showing on my face, she enjoyed this. Next she released my cuffs and turned her back to me; obviously testing me, would I jump her? Throttle her from behind perhaps? I could have so easily, she does like risks indeed.

She strode off and returned with a bucket and cloths and a brush and had me clean the cage floor; I had kept it in one corner but I had been forced to relieve myself last night.

With this finished she had me sit on the floor and she fitted shoes to my feet, special shoes. Well I say shoes but they were actually metal sandals with locking cuffs around the ankles. On the souls there were short steel spikes under my heels preventing me from ever standing up unless on tip-toe.

Only then did she unlock my collar chain from the bar and using the chain as a lead she took me on my hands and knees to the bed.

I made her come wonderfully for breakfast and this predicament I am in just gets better and better; she tasted fantastic after not tasting a thing for so long.

She patted me on the head and led me into the shower; it was a wet room and I revelled under the warm water. She passed some shower gel down and as I washed, on my knees like an animal, she ordered me to frig myself until I came. This was no hardship at all; I am probably the highest sexed girl in history and have never been the least bit shy and actually wanted to get myself off anyway; all this enforced bondage is getting to me and it's not like I can do anything else more meaningful with my time.

She changed my collar and chain for a pink leather collar and lead and added pink cuffs; then got dressed herself, into the pink version of her leather outfit with collar and cuffs and shoes to match. I was now just her fashion accessory; the look finished off with a pink headed steel butt-plug which she just dared me to take out.

On my toes, hands and knees I followed her out of the apartment and to the kitchen and food hall.

On the way we passed members of the staff, goons mainly; and I received some great comments, and a few smacks on my butt.

She sat down to a full fried breakfast which smelt delicious; I had a bowl of oat type stuff in milk placed on the floor but no spoon.

Half way through breakfast T-Rex sauntered in and stepped over to us for a closer look. "V, I thought I told you not to mark her?"

"Oh Daddy, they are only cane marks, I've hardly even broken her skin, they will soon go away."

"Look at her knees, they are bleeding, and what is she doing eating that shit?"

"Daddy, she put three of our guys in hospital, all with broken cheek bones, two with concussion and poor Mohammed will never breathe through that nose again; she has to be punished."

"No V, she shouldn't be punished, she was doing what she had to do, as she was trained to do; it is our guys that need the punishment and she gave it to them; hopefully they will learn from the lesson. If they cannot defend themselves against a single naked restrained girl then what protection can they give me against men with guns? No, she is our guest, you can have your fun with her, and you will keep her restrained at all times, and in steel; or in those shoes, they certainly stop her doing anything; but otherwise we will keep her well until we know what we are doing with her, okay?"

Vex went on to tell T-Rex about "our understanding" with me promising to behave as her pet and he just smiled his evil smile at this, obviously taking it with a pinch of salt.

He returned from the kitchen and pulled out a seat and told me to sit at the table, he sat across from me and Vex. The cook followed him out with two plates of breakfast putting them in front of T-Rex and me; he even trusted me with a knife and fork!

I really did appreciate breakfast, what a wonderful surprise. Wiping his hands and standing to leave he took his daughters chin in his hand and kissed her and said "now remember V, after me this girl here is probably the most dangerous and ruthless person you have ever met, yes, treat her as your pet, have your fun; but she is a tiger with very sharp claws; the most dangerous of pets; be careful."

She was very considerate to me then, she told one of the guys to go into town and get some knee pads from a sports shop, in, yes you guessed it, yellow, pink, black, light blue and red! If they didn't have the right colours then to order them. In the meantime she borrowed a pair from one of the young goons that had a skate board but she wasn't happy because the colour didn't match; little things I guess.

Apparently she always liked to exercise in the mornings after breakfast and so she led me down to the outside pool. Whether it was normally for her or for somebody else I don't know but there was already a very long thin chain fastened to a steel post and she locked the other end around my left ankle before taking the key out of reach and removing my evil shoes.

Nobody else was around but still she very quickly hid her wig under a towel on a sunbed and put a swimming cap on. Stripping off her dress she dived in and I followed her.

We had a glorious couple of hours in the sun; swimming and laughing together like friends and sunbathing together. I think she was almost as insatiable as me because she couldn't go half an hour without either licking or being licked; this being captured by ruthless gangster's lark is better than a holiday! The butt-plug only added to the experience.

After a very nice lunch Vex took us up to her apartment and switched my evil shoes for a steel yoke around my neck with my wrists locked apart either side of my shoulders. She went into a wardrobe and returned with a pink leather bag and led me down and out the front of the keep. She took me around the side, the only side I didn't get to see on my entrance to this place. There was a fancy long carport there and Oh My God! This girl really does have a serious OCD issue! Inside the carport are five Porsche's, each a different model, and each in the colour of her five outfits. The exact same shades as the dresses. She obviously has far too much pocket money too!

I knew where we were going, she led me to the pink 911 and removing the butt-plug (giving me a little thrill) she helped me up onto the bonnet. She lowered the driver and passenger windows and from her bag passed a leather cord through the car. Pulling my wrists out one at a time she cuffed me in my pink leather cuffs to the cord until I was stretched over the bonnet on my back.

Also in the bag was the large strap-on dildo and she fitted this over her dress and without any discussion, foreplay, joke or comment proceeded to fuck me.

Now this was a weird experience; a shame we aren't on video, Commander Belper would have loved this one for his collection!

She gave no thought at all to the guys passing by on patrol watching; and her own ass and pussy were bound to be on display too. When she finally had enough, or at least thought I had; she withdrew and removed the dildo saying "that's pink christened, time for the guys to have some fun, don't damage the paintwork Bitch."

Leaving me she wandered off; moments later a tall Spanish guy walked over from the main Castle gate area and had his fun with me. I've had better, a hell of a lot better; and as it turned out both the next two guys were a lot better but still nowhere near being a Dax. The last guy was shit, and his breath stank.

Each time I was raped I moved my ass a little across the bonnet. I mean these guys didn't know I got off on this; that being raped by strangers in bondage was my thing; they were just fucking me regardless of my wishes. They could be going out and raping other girls that definitely didn't want it, loving wives and mothers, innocent girls, even young virgins. Just because I happened to get off on this stuff didn't excuse them and I have a duty to make them pay; and trust me, they really will fucking pay; one way or another; I promise.

As the second guy was fucking me I had managed to see on his watch that it was a little past two o'clock. I knew from my briefings that the MI6 Satellite was over the Castle between two fifteen and two twenty local time and it was a pure clear blue sky, that thing can read a newspaper from up there and would definitely see me.

I had the makings of an escape plan forming and seriously didn't want to suffer the embarrassment of having to be rescued by Dax and the gang so after he had shot his load and walked off like a big man that had just proven something I started talking to the sky, knowing they would get the lip-reading okay.

Over and over until fuckhead Spaniard number three had arrived I told the Satellite all was okay, I had a plan, give me a week, three pm next Thursday Dax could pick me up where he dropped me, mission would be achieved (I was optimistic, guessing, and gambling; but I was having too much fun here to risk getting rescued already).

Number three didn't last that long although he was actually quite good. He even kissed me goodbye which was pretty sweet. As he walked away I continued mouthing my message in case the other guys' timepiece wasn't that accurate.

Number four was a joke. A flabby guy with a short flabby cock. He struggled to get it in me which given the action and the fluids my pussy had seen says it all. He made a real meal of it and done nothing for me. The way he almost died on top of me after he had finally managed to come, like he had just finished a marathon or something; and then withdrew, zipped up and punched the air as he took a Jagger swagger back to the gatehouse tells me this was a first in a while for him, possibly like ever! Let's hope it's his last too.

Well, it wasn't a wasted afternoon. I was gathering intel'. I now know that Vex leaves her keys in the cars, well at least the pink one; and if she is going to repeat today with the other colours as I suspect then one by one I am getting to know the staff. The strong from the week, the mentally strong, which are left and which are right handed. I most probably got my message out to Commander Belper giving me some time to salvage the situation; I am getting a nice suntan and I have spent the day resting on a hot car getting sex delivered for free. I think I am going to quite like it here.

When Vex arrived she actually stepped on the front bumper and walked up the bonnet and straddled my face. Well I always knew I would have to do some work today to pay for the free board and lodgings and anyway, my face needed some shade.

She put me back in the yoke and walked me back around to the pool and took a hose and turned the cold water on; spraying it all over me and having me bend over while she opened my pussy up and sprayed the jet into me. Not the most pleasant of experiences but better than Spanish guy number four!

I dripped dry on the way back.

She had me fed on the way back to her apartment, a really nice stew of some sort with a hunk of bread; then I was locked in her cage.

It was still only late afternoon but I figured this was me for the night so I just sat against the bars and thought.

Vex showered and dressed (Pink again, must be an all-day thing); blew me a kiss, said "don't wait up" and headed out.

While it was still light enough I took the time to study her apartment, well at least what I could see of it from the cage, in intricate detail. Every nook and cranny, all the electrical points and services, the furnishings, sparse ornaments pictures and paintings and mirrors; and calculated all the dimensions of the room and distances between objects. This was in case I had to operate in darkness or blindfolded.

At some point I had fallen asleep because I awoke in darkness. It was a beautiful way to wake up; Vex had obviously crept in very quietly because it was her hands through the bars from behind me fondling my tits that had woken me; I had been thinking it was a nice dream.

I raised my hands and gripped the bars above and behind my head to give her better access and she kissed my shoulder as she continued. I could smell the drink on her.

She asked quietly "if I were to fix a long chain on your ankle and let you share my bed will you kill me through the night as I sleep?"

"I wouldn't need you asleep to kill you, I could do that right here and now if I wanted; but I told you, I am letting this play out now; I will be released, sold or killed and I can do nothing about that; until then I am happy to serve."

"Yes" she asked again, "but how do I know you won't kill me anyway?"

"You will know when you wake up in the morning."

She paused, her hands still on my tits; and then giggled, stepped back and put a lamp on.

I watched her go to her wardrobe and pull out a long piece of very thin chain and lock one end to an eyebolt set in the stone at the foot of her bed and then carry the key into another room. She was already naked.

She threaded the other end under the cage door and threw it to me; I took it and catching the steel cuff I fastened it around my left ankle.

Vex allowed me to use the shower and toilet, even the luxury of cleaning my teeth while she waited for me in bed.

As I stepped out I was surprised to see that she had fastened both of her ankles to the bedposts and one wrist to a head bedpost; her other wrist already in the final cuff just waiting for it to be fastened. She had fallen into a drunken sleep like this waiting for me.

Without saying anything I fastened it onto the bed post; no locks, the fastenings were all that were needed to make her helpless.

I pulled on the chain, waking her and said "oh, so you trust me then."

She stretched in her bonds, feeling her helplessness; I thought she was going to purr but she replied asking "would me not being tied up make a difference if you wanted to harm me?"

"No, no difference at all."

"Well then, if I am going to gamble with my life I may as well do it as I enjoy it."

"Vex, you really are my type of girl; I think we are going to get on just fine and dandy."

"What I did to you this afternoon then, with the dildo and then the men; you don't hate me for that?"

"Hell no, you were just having fun and as you can do what you want with me how could I hate you for that? If the roles were reversed I would probably do something like that to you too as long as I got my own fun with you first" I laughed settling my face between her legs, starting to tease her with my tongue.

She didn't know it yet but this was going to be a long night for her, orgasm filled, and no mercy. I had to make her crave me.

I didn't disappoint either of us.


6. Centre-court

I was still hugging her when I awoke, I could smell the stale sweat and sex on us; it was lovely. I eased my way down and started playing my tongue over her naked lips, then as she awoke, into her.

All she said was "Oh, yes, yes, please" and I continued to excite her body until I had her juddering under me. Then as she floated down from her orgasm I turned my attention and my lips to her long nipples; driving her crazy and then bringing her off again with my fingers as I snogged her.

I asked her "surprised to wake up alive this morning Ma'am?"

She froze, remembering the risk; but then giggled but ordered me "Okay Bitch, enough already, but thank you; release me now."

"Okay Ma'am, would Ma'am like help in the shower this morning?"

Some things in life are a given.

Once again my special, evil shoes were fitted and this time I was accessorising her in black as we made our way to breakfast, knee pads and all.

Her father was already there and we ate together, T-Rex quizzing me a little more over my past, pumping me for information about my role and purpose and I guess my value to him. I stuck to my training, my 'capture legend' but did give him the odd nugget to help him think I was opening up a little. I told him that I thought I would have been rescued yesterday; that if they didn't come today then they were writing me off. He agreed, saying he had his security beefed up, the Castle surrounded by hidden snipers but suspects my bosses are assuming I am dead already.

Vex told him "Daddy, I really like having her as my pet, if they don't come can I keep her?"

"I don't think so sweetheart, she may have behaved for you so far but in a second she could change; don't forget what she did to the mountain; it would be dangerous to keep her."

"Please Daddy, it's so boring for me here without a pet to play with; and she swims with me and helps me with my sun cream; please Daddy, please?"

He didn't look happy with this development; he stared at me not looking happy at all.

I put my fork down and looking him in the eyes I said to him "Tristan, I promise you, you may keep me like an animal but I am not an animal. I hurt your guys while attempting to escape from here because I had to, not for fun. I could have killed any or all of them but I do not do that.

As is obvious and I have explained to Vex as long as I have any restraint locked on me I am not making it over that Castle wall and it would be folly to piss you off any more than I have already. I promise you, I will never harm your daughter no matter what she or anybody else does to me."

He simply nodded, then standing to leave he said "you would be wise not to."

After breakfast Vex led me on my knees outside but not to the pool, to a tennis court. We entered through a wooden doorway, through a tunnel into the court. It was a fantastic tennis court; I had seen it on the satellite pictures but not fully appreciated it. It was surrounded on three sides by sandstone walls; all of one side and one end by the main Castle wall, then the other end by the wall of a storehouse. The fourth side was a wooden stand starting at shoulder height and going up eight steps. It was very professional and I could imagine tournaments being played here.

The court itself was like a carpet, beautiful; they must have to re-lay it every year with this sun beating down on it and open to all the elements in the winter months.

"Do you play?" She asked.

"I did, at school I was very good and I played a bit at college but not for a few years now."

"That's good enough, just enough to give me some exercise."

She once again brought over a slim chain and cuffed my left ankle and then removed my evil shoes allowing me to stand and took off my knee pads; my black wrist cuffs and collar were staying. The other end of the chain was already locked to the net post closest to the stand.

She removed her black leather dress and put a black headband on, no doubt to keep her wig in place but she too kept her black leather cuffs and collar locked on.

Both of us were barefoot.

From a cupboard built into the base of the stand she collected some balls and a couple of rackets; and a bottle of sun cream. Obviously we creamed each other and this took some time; neither of us managing to refrain from giggling like a couple of schoolgirls in love; ending with me on my knees nuzzling and licking her until she came.

She said that this gave me an unfair advantage as I had sapped some of her energy so she put me on my back and returned the pleasure. I really do like this evil twisted girl.

Both naked we took to the court and warmed up, her serves whipping past me and me struggling just to get going.

We started in earnest and in no time at all she was four games to nil up but it was starting to come back to me and I took her to deuce on her serve in the fifth and then held my serve in the sixth. My black capped butt-plug had fallen out in the first game and she let me leave it out.

She served out and took the set six-one.

We were both covered in sweat and starting the second set when a couple of T-Rex's men walked out of the tunnel in the centre of the stand and asked Vex if she minded them watching. I think this may have turned her on, it certainly did me; because she didn't hesitate in allowing them to sit down and watch. I got the impression this wasn't the first time she had played to an audience naked.

My game was returning and getting better and better but Vex was good, she had a hell of a service.

However I was now taking points off her serve and she was having to fight to win.

She broke me on the second game and then held to go three up. During the break between games three more goons entered and sat; and just as I was about to serve T-Rex and the Doc arrived. T-Rex walked over to his daughter and kissed her forehead before retreating and joining Doc and his men in the stand.

This game must have lasted over twenty minutes before I finally held my serve; and then I broke her in the next.

We changed ends and my fortune with Vex breaking me again to go four-two up; and then holding to go five-two up.

My luck changed again with the swap of ends and I held my serve to love before breaking her serve to get within a game of her.

In the next game I saved two match points and then had a series of chances to take the game before deciding I didn't really want to risk beating her in front of her Father and his guys and blew the match six-one, six-four.

I walked over to the net to applause from the stand for Vex and her victory and I shook her hand and kissed her before heading back towards the stand.

Vex waved her racket at her father in victory and he was stood applauding but then he stopped and shouted over "The score doesn't matter, this is just practice and exercise; play another set for us."

"But Daddy, the sun is up and we have sweated our cream off already, and the game is won."

"Well towel off and put some more cream on stupid; if you win I will get you the green leathers and matching Porsche and extend the carport for you; if you lose I will lock your belt on you again."

Then to me he said "Bitch, if you win this set I will have you taken into Malaga and released."

I looked at her and she at me; she smiled, then punching the air with her racket she shouted "game on!"

T-Rex made a phone call and more of his men filled the stand; he clearly wasn't precious over his daughters' nudity. We towelled each other's bodies and creamed each other; I think both of us equally enjoying the exhibitionism as well as the sexual massage; the guys in the stand certainly did.

Vex served first and took the game easily; this was obviously her 'A' game; total concentration.

My mind was all over the place and not helping my game at all. Do I really want to win? I don't for one moment believe he would really release me but do I want to embarrass him in front of his men in a lie? Also, do I want to risk leaving here without completing my mission? The more I thought on it the more I realised I have to lose; simply because I stand to lose more by winning than I do by losing.

That sorted out in my mind I got my focus back and started winning, ironic or what?

I was four two up and going well but then started missing shots; clipping the net, just missing the line, double faulting.

She had to work hard, play her pants off (if she ever wore any!) but I never won another game and she took me six-four.

The applause was loud as we met at the net and kissed. She held me in a hug and whispered "You let me win, Bitch, I know it; thank you; I hate that fucking belt."

The crowd slowly dispersed as Vex locked my shoes back on and as an almost after-thought pushed in my butt-plug; then just carrying her dress she led me on all fours around to the pool where we showered and swam to help relax our muscles before lunch. We were too exhausted to even do each other but Vex did push our sunbeds together and as I lay there relaxing she took to stroking the pubic hair on my broad Brazilian patch. I suppose she must wonder what it is like never having had any herself.


7. Phantoms

After lunch it was a repeat of yesterday. Removing my shoes and fitting the yoke she led me to the black Porsche, restrained me and with the dildo fucked me. She had already at the end of the tennis game lined up some guys to service me further and fortunately they were a lot better than yesterday's crew.

Again once I spotted the time was after two pm I started my talking to the Satellite.

I was in the food hall sitting on my butt-plug with T-Rex, Doc and Vex eating burger and chips when I looked up and burst into laughter before checking myself and looking down again; I just simply couldn't help it.

The other three looked across the hall and there walking slowly in were Mordor, Mohammed and Mike; and all with white 'Phantom of the Opera' face masks on protecting their cheeks. I hear Vex giggling at the sight too.

T-Rex banged the table and in a very stern voice said "this is not funny, Bitch; they are good men; you have robbed me of their service."

The three approached the table, seemingly but understandably confused by my sitting eating with their lord and master.

T-Rex continued to speak but aimed now at his men as well "you guys have been taught a lesson by this girl, do not look for revenge; you deserved what you got now take it, take the embarrassment and the hurt and learn from it. However she too must learn that her actions here have repercussion; therefore she will help nurse each of you back to full health. Daily she will come to you and service each of you until your masks can be removed; now get some food and get to your beds, apart from you Mordor; after lunch you can have the Skype time you missed yesterday."

Skype time? I haven't got a clue what that is all about; but it is the look Mohammed is giving me that is concerning me more; and I don't mean my naked body, my eyes, his eyes, pure hatred.

I am led through into the great hall and chained by my ankle to a steel post. People are milling about, the odd one smacking my bum or fondling my tits on passing or otherwise just tormenting me until eventually Mordor returns.

T-Rex tells him to take me to Mohammed and then Mike; I am to put my mouth to good use and then I am his for the night to do with as he pleases. Marvellous, a whole night with Mordor, should be one hell of an experience.

He releases the chain from my ankle and in nothing but my yoke and black accessories he makes me lead him out of the hall and into the corridor towards the accommodation wing.

Either he doesn't want to risk having me behind him again or he just likes the look of my naked butt with this black plug fitted; but either way I am now in the rather weird position of actually taking the mountain to Mohammed!

Mordor bends over and very quietly whispers T-Rex's instructions and Mohammed cannot stand up and get it out quick enough. I don't mess about; I get straight down onto my knees and give him the best blow job he will ever have; I want to win all their hearts and minds and with men this normally means doing it through their cocks.

Not wanting to add insult to injury, I swallow.

As I back up off his cock his fist is coming down from a height to smash my cheek but Mordor's hand suddenly appears as though he expected this and effortlessly catches the fist; and then squeezes, and squeezes until Mohammed is on his knees begging him to stop. Mordor pats him on his head with his other hand and wags a finger at him and Mohammed is crying "okay, okay, I won't hurt the slut; I won't, I promise."

Mordor seems happy at this and releases him.

Mike is next and he is happy to lay there and have it. As I go down on him he holds my head on him by gripping my hair in both hands and pulling me down. I didn't plan on backing off but this kind of makes sure.

Again I swallow and Mike releases me and patting me on my head says "see you tomorrow honey, I think this mask may be on for some time, like years."

Mordor surprises me, he has me lead him up to Vex's apartment and letting me in he whispers something to her and then leaves me with her.

Vex takes me and only locking a chain and steel cuff to my ankle she releases me, stripping her cuffs and collar off me as well as the butt-plug before taking me into her bathroom and showering with me.

I clean my teeth and dry off and then the yoke is fitted once more and putting her dress and shoes on she leads me back out.

As we descend in the lift I think I know where we are going, only the dungeon is down at the sub-two level and I am guessing it is still fully fitted out. I am not disappointed in the slightest; it has everything, new, old, and just plain medieval.

She puts me on my back on a leather bench. My legs locked out wide and raised and my arms locked into brackets down the sides. Totally fucking helpless; displayed, vulnerable, open and ready. She kisses me, a nice long lingering tongue enhanced snog and without saying a word she leaves me.

I am there some time waiting for the experience to begin; of course I am anticipating the arrival of Mordor. I am his for the night and this must be his preferred position; a good solid piece of furniture to support his mighty frame as he pummels his helpless damsel in distress; me.

I hear him well before I see him. I must admit just the thought of somebody so big scares me, especially in this position; he could quite easily break me.

He stands at the foot of the bench just looking down my body. I am wide open staring right back. I figure what's going to be is just going to be and with false courage I say "come on big boy, don't be scared."

I reckon I could possibly spoil the moment for him; tell him I am a black belt in Thai-Pussy and that I could Pussy-rip his Dick clean off and he would probably believe me the dumb fuck; let's see him get it up then but no; I dished it out and now I can take it back in. Plus he is certainly one big fucker and you never know, I may enjoy it.

He walks around my elevated legs to my side and simply puts the flat of his hand on my belly; it covers the whole of my belly and then some. He just keeps it there until stepping up to my head and then taking my chin in his hand. I say chin, it was more like an adult holding a baby's head.

He already struck a frightening figure, like a real life Frankenstein's monster; but with the white cheek plate and the darkness of the room and the circumstances of my being here and my vulnerable and naked position it made me imagine I was in a rather terrible horror movie. I was dreading what was to happen to me.

He bends over and kisses me on my forehead, touches first my lips and then my nose with one finger and bends down and ever so softly, ever so quietly, whispers in my ear, "respect".

What the hell?


8. Climb every Mountain

Having released me without actually doing anything to me we are now up in his room and he has put me into the bathroom to toilet and clean up.

I am naked but not restrained in any way. He has a huge walk in shower and I use it, and then use his toothpaste but just with my finger. I dry my hair and consider what is going to happen when I open the door back into his bedroom. What the hell did he mean whispering "respect" and then not doing anything but releasing me?

Is he gay or something? How can any man have me in that position and not fuck me? I would have fucked myself in that position and enjoyed it!

Not knowing what was happening here I figured I didn't actually have any options anyway; I would have to get very lucky to take him down again if he was on his guard.

I opened the door and he was sat on the end of his huge bed in just his boxer shorts looking at me.

I walked out to him and just stood right in front of him. Then, I don't know why but I turned and stood with my legs apart and put my hands on my head.

I heard him get off the bed and then the rattle of a chain.

Moments later the chain was wrapped around my right ankle and a lock fitted. He walked past me and showing me the key he placed it in the bathroom out of reach.

He folded the sheets back on the left side of the bed and beckoned me to get in.

The lights were switched off and I heard him removing his shorts and climbing into the bed on the other side, then laying down, then sleeping!

No, he must be having a laugh! He hasn't got me in this fucking huge bed of his, the biggest fucking bed I have ever seen; naked, pretty much at his mercy, just to fucking sleep!

I lay there, now very scared; something is happening here, it must be. He is just playing with me, going to attack me at any second. But no, he is starting to snore!

It dawns on me, he actually is asleep! He isn't interested in me. He has me to do whatever he wants with and he is fucking sleeping! How dare the bastard?

Even worse, his snoring is getting worse than a fucking Grizzly bear and I rather would be raped than have to listen to that!

I lay for perhaps half an hour totally confused; I mean, given what I have already done to him and he hasn't even really restrained me how can he trust me not to kill him in his sleep? Doesn't my naked body excite him? Doesn't he at least want revenge?

I punched him on his shoulder and he grunted; I said "lay on your side, you are snoring like a monster" and he did, he turned over and slept again, and snored; still loud but not as loud.

At some point I fell asleep, disappointed, and still confused.

His finger on my nose again awoke me. I opened my eyes to find I was on my side facing him lying on his back. His head turned towards me, full eye contact. It was hard to tell but I think he was smiling.

It was an instant thing; no thinking, no plan, no strategy, no nothing.

I put my arm across him and pulled myself over straddling him. He had morning wood; more like a fucking log than wood but it fit.

As I sat onto him and placed my hands on his chest I stared into his eyes and I think I saw some humanity there. I paused not moving, then nodded as if to say "you want this?"

He nodded once; I took this to mean "yes please, fuck me like I have never been fucked before" and proceeded to do so.

Using all my skills, training and experience I really did climb that fucking mountain and turned it into a roaring volcano. It wasn't only Frodo's ring that was burned in Mordor!


9. A close shave

He returned me to Vex's apartment and I shared a shower with her, licking her clean.

She slipped her bright blue leather dress on and locked the matching accessories on me.

As she did so she said she had a surprise, a present for me.

She brought over a package and tipped it out onto her bed, five butt-plugs with tails in all the obvious colours; she explained she was yet to order the green one.

Apparently pets should have tails!

On all fours again in my evil shoes with blue horse hair tail swishing we made our way down to breakfast and then the pool; which I must admit I do enjoy; she does have one hell of a body and tastes every bit as good as Sandy although I would never tell Sandy that.

Then lunch and onto the blue Porsche for another christening and more rape from another four guys. Again I moved my butt across the bonnet a couple of inches between each of my 'lovers' and as they hammered away I mouthed words at the satellite above.

After my feeding Mordor once again had to take me to Mohammed and Mike to 'nurse' them.

This time it was not my mouth, but my pussy put to work.

Mohammed had me bent over a table taking me from behind and his hatred of me and his anger actually motivated him enough to make it a decent fuck.

Mike was far different.

He remained in his bed and I mounted him. I have spent years practicing this and I can manipulate my vaginal muscles to enhance the sex and I done this. At first I was bouncing up and down on him; my wrists in the yoke it was all leg, thigh and hip work anyway; but then I stopped bobbing and let my pussy do the work.

Dax tells me it feels like somebody with a velvet glove wanking him as my internal muscles ripple up and down and clench. It was far too much for poor Mike and he came in seconds.

On the way back to Vex's apartment I had to start my next phase of my escape plan and as we approached the area in the corridor where I had felled the mountain I turned and faced Mordor and asked "Mordor, will you do me a small favour?"

He just stood looking at me.

"Will you pick me up? If you do I promise you a nice surprise, a gift for you."

He was clearly confused, and not fully trusting but he wrapped his huge hands around my waist and lifted me.

"Higher, I need to get my hand over the roof beam."

He did, but I had to direct him a few more inches along before I could collect his mobile phone in my right hand; palming my toxic coated pin in the process.

He lowered me and instantly saw his phone in my right hand which I turned and presented to him.

"Sorry Mordor, but I thought I would have a use for it but it looks unlikely now, plus you have been good to me so returning this is the least I can do."

He was expressionless and merely waved for me to continue on.

Once in Vex's apartment I immediately skulked into my cage and hid the pin in a crack in the floor by the door post.

Vex said for me to get back out of the cage and onto the leather bench; she wanted me.

I dawdled and she started to shout at me.

"Okay, okay" I said, "keep your hair on."

I knew it would hurt her vanity, I knew the way she would react; and it worked.

She already had the restraints set on the bench to have me 'doggy style' and helpless but instead she put me on my back, ankles apart and wrists under the bench cuffed together; my head over the edge of the top of the bed.

She stood over me; as usual in her apartment she was naked. "Keep my hair on?" She asked, "like funny now is it? Make fun of the bald girl do we?"

"Ma'am, no, I am sorry, I didn't mean that, just a figure of speech, honestly; you look fantastic with no hair, I wish I looked half as good as you and I do have hair."

She didn't say another word; she just slipped one of her dresses on and headed out.

I was stuck there maybe fifteen minutes before she returned, humming to herself happily. She had a bag in her hand.

She stripped off and put her dress away and then stood over me again and said "You are in luck Bitch, one of the guys has loaned me his razor and shaver kit, you really can look like me."

I started pulling at my restraints and pleading with her; begging her not to shave me but she just giggled and started humming again.

I really would miss my hair, it was a tool of my trade; with every new identity I had a new hair style and colour; I would have to make do with wigs for a while; quite a long while as my hair grows at one centimetre a month so this was a two year commitment to get this hair back. However this was a necessary part of my escape plan so the sacrifice had to be made.

She started by wet shaving my pubes before shaving my head. I do love it when a plan comes together. I wasn't actually planning on her shaving my eyebrows off as well though!

She used an electric shaver first and then the wet shave on my head and eyebrows; and then used a marker pen to mimic her own eyebrows on me.

Perfect!

Then she dildo fucked me; sat on my mouth; and fucked me again before cuffing me, locking the nipple clamps on me and shoving me back in my cage; back to square one but my escape plan well advanced.


10. Dinosaur Dick

The routine was set and I continued to model her accessories and christen her cars and accommodate the goons.

The morning exercise continued and was either the pool, tennis, jogging around the Castle (the guys loved this one, both of us naked and me in my yoke) or the gym.

It was in the gym on the sixth morning that T-Rex come and spent some time with us. Vex had me set up on the treadmill jogging but in my yoke. I had already done twelve kilometres at ten kilometres an hour and was soaking in sweat.

Vex had been on the treadmill running even faster but was now using a rowing machine and T-Rex sat on a bench right in front of me without saying a word for perhaps twenty minutes. Just sat watching me, studying my naked body.

He got up and walked around to see me from behind for a few minutes and then walked over to his naked daughter and said "I like that you have shaved your pet, her pussy looks glorious. It is time, after dinner she is mine; I can wait for this no longer and I must have her. See to it that she is in the dungeon for seven."

He walked out without waiting for any reply but then reappeared at the doorway and added "and V, you can play with her on one of your cars if you must but no men touch her today, only me."

Why the hell has he waited so long? Am I ugly or something?

I thought he would have been the first and possibly only guy to screw me, not the last of pretty much all. In fact there are only him, Doc and the gay Chef that I am aware of that haven't taken me yet.

After lunch poor Mohammed and Mike had to make do with hand jobs and this time I was supervised by Vex which for some reason embarrassed me; not a feeling I am well acquainted with. Apparently Mordor was having another skype session which is now intriguing me just a little.

Vex was a little lost with just what to do with me all afternoon, not being able to just tie me to a car and let the guys fuck me. It was obvious that she had a need to do something to hurt or torture me each day and her Father stopping her whipping and caning me, telling her not to mark me; and now not letting her give me to the men to be raped was needling her.

Then she had an inspired idea, she would give my bald head some sun to colour it.

Being the sixth day Vex had rotated all her outfits and was back in yellow, so obviously I was on all fours in my new yellow knee pads, evil spike shoes and a yellow horse tail; matching cuffs and collar.

Vex led me outside and up to the main gate and chained me to one of five wooden posts on the right of the entranceway and removed my shoes. There were another five posts across the other side; worryingly I could see each had a head-cage dangling from a bracket at the top.

She rotated a large handle at the rear of the post and the cage descended. Standing me up she dropped the flat steel bar square cage over my head and closed and locked it around my neck.

Having released the chain from my collar she wheeled some wooden steps over to me and then started turning the massive handle raising the cage forcing me up the steps until I was stood on the top, my pussy about her head height from the ground.

There were shorter wooden posts either side of the main head-cage post and she had me step onto and balance on these putting my feet well apart.

She took the steps away and then turned the handle again until I was forced onto tip-toe. She locked the handle.

"See you later Bitch, have the afternoon off; enjoy yourself."

I don't think I am really going to enjoy this!

At first it was a breeze. My hands were free so I could grip the bottom bar of the head cage and holding myself up I could relax my feet for a couple of minutes at a time. However by the time the second guard patrol had passed by I was in agony. Every part of me was hurting.

Vex did return and rub sun cream into me, all over me which was nice; especially my shaved white bits; but that was all she did for me; no fingering or licking or anything to take my mind off the pain the sadistic cow.

The guard patrol changed and I got to meet my old friend flabby cock again; but at least I didn't have to suffer his stinking bad breath up here.

Whereas the last guy had stopped and enjoyed the view and tried to rile me in his broken English (since I got here when any of them spoke Spanish I played ignorant, even after the event asking Vex to tell me what they had been saying about or to me; but in reality my Spanish was probably better than their own) Flabby got a bit more up close and personal.

He started massaging up my legs and then my bum. When his fingers wandered around to my pussy I tried to kick him in the face but he managed to push my leg aside and step back.

He stepped forward again and I tried to kick him again but this time he was better prepared and he blocked my kick with a wooden truncheon he had whipped out; cracking me on my chin; and that fucking hurt.

Retreating back to balancing on my toes, legs wide apart he tapped my other leg on the knee making me slip off and dangle again until I could get my legs back up.

"You behave missy? Open cunt for Master or you hurt a lot; yes?"

I didn't reply, I just balanced and stared daggers at him; he laughed and large parts of him jiggled; he struck a really pathetic picture.

His hand returned to my pussy, rubbing me, entering me, teasing me but I kept my toes on the posts. Then the truncheon was in me. Sliding into me like a phallic piston again and again. Not fast but not slow either. Just repeatedly and almost mechanically pounding me towards orgasm.

It was a damn site more effective than he was the floppy Prick. Maybe that is why he carried the truncheon, to make up for his short Cummings; it was certainly the only hard thing he possessed; it was the single best thing about him; the only bit I liked anyway.

He made his patrol circuits faster and was back after just thirty or so minutes to repeat the performance. I didn't try to kick him again, it would have been futile.

As I was coming, even squirting a little he was getting off on insulting me. Telling me what an English slut I was; how I wanted it, how my cunt betrayed me and the prostitute in me. "Yeah" I thought, "Just wait for your day of reckoning; I will have my day with you, one way or another." This was a promise I was determined to keep, with him and all the other fucking sadistic violent bastard rapists in here.

As much as I hated him and what he was doing to me I was counting the seconds down and searching for his return. The agony now in my hands, arms, shoulders, feet and toes was such that I needed his attention to distract me from my aching and sore limbs and I was almost begging for his return; the feel of his hands and that majestic truncheon.

I could have cried in relief as his cold truncheon entered me; giving my thighs and calves that burst of extra sexual energy to relieve the otherwise constant pain.

The first guard walked up behind him and asked sternly in Spanish "Miguel what are doing? We cannot touch her today, her body belongs to the T-Rex today; if he sees you he will take your balls off!"

He yanked the truncheon out and stepped back shaking it at his friend, I chuckled to myself in spite of my pain as my fluids were thrown into his face.

"Pedro; nobody told me, honestly, I did not know!"

Wiping his face with a cloth he apologised "I am sorry Miguel, I should have told you, I did not think. But tomorrow we can have her all day; T-Rex is taking the team out on a job in Gibraltar leaving just us two; Carlos, Beni, Vex the Chef and the three brave face plate wounded soldiers; then you can have all the fun you want."

"Not in front of the slut, don't talk plans in front of her!"

"But Miguel, she is typical of the Anglo's, ignorant of any language; and besides, what could she do? Who could she tell?"

Oh I won't tell a soul, I promise. But the fact that the Castle will be almost deserted on my planned escape day is nice to know!

Their little spat and make up was interrupted by Vex. They helped her get me back down and into my shoes again. I never thought I would be happy to be back in these shoes but the relief was tremendous. I didn't want her to know she had gotten to me but I just plain collapsed onto my back and then something happened I cannot ever remember happening before; I cried! I curled up into a ball, hugged myself and sobbed. Whether it was relief or pain or even a little dramatic acting inspired I do not know but I broke.

She fastened the chain back onto my collar and pulling me to my knees said "there there Bitch, let Vex make it better" and led me off tail swishing towards the pool.

Oh that was glorious; first the cold water hose-down and then dropping into the pool and floating effortlessly; my cramps twitching in my arms and legs. Then diving to the bottom and letting myself float back to the surface. My God I needed this.

She must have taken pity on me because she let me lay on the sunbed first and relax while her tongue went to work.

I was back in heaven, back where I belong; riding the crest of an orgasm and smiling again.

As we lay there I asked her "Ma'am, I thought your Father wanted me to himself today?"

"He does, but just as far as the men are concerned; he would never object to me getting my kicks with you."

"Oh I know that, I was just confused that Miguel was allowed to do me with his fingers and his truncheon."

"What? Miguel? The short flabby one with the bad breath?"

"Yes Ma'am, the flabby one, with his truncheon."

I figured that once Vex reported back that would be one less to worry about tomorrow.

The pool helped tremendously and then dinner, a shower and even perfume before I was led naked down to the dungeon and fastened in place.

Vex knew her Fathers preferences no doubt from her own experience and fastened me into a swinging frame. My back supported on a broad leather strap and my wrists cuffed high above me to the two chains; my legs brought back up to me and cuffed again high above.

It was as though I was sitting and trying to wrap my legs around my neck, totally exposed, open, accessible; but also supported and quite comfortable; lovely!

Vex walked around lighting candles set into torches mounted around the walls and switched the lights off. The place looked really as a dungeon should; truly medieval.

She walked over and tweaked my nipples and snogged me while she fingered me; then said "you are a lucky girl, T is very special; you will enjoy tonight."

I didn't know if she was trying to scare me or reassure me, all she did was confuse me.

She left and it was a good half hour before the T-Rex entered.

He was wearing his traditional dress, a figure hugging sleeveless shirt and blue jeans; and his traditional smile, the Glasgow smile.

He just stood in front of me, looking, really taking me in. I felt I had to close my legs; do something, make myself less vulnerable but I was powerless.

Still smiling he said "at last, we meet properly at last. I have put this off as long as I could but the moment I first saw you I saw this moment. I had to torment myself; to refrain from the pleasures of taking you; of having you totally at my mercy; presented like this for my cock to extract its maximum fulfilment from you."

"Each and every night for what seems like an eternity I have laid in my bed picturing you like this; beating myself and fantasising over you; drawing out the pleasures of what was yet to come and making this moment all the more greater for the wait. I am going to fill you, fuck your soul; rip your inner virginity out of you and leave you ruined for all men to follow."

Rather stupidly in hindsight, I replied "oh, so you aren't gay then?"

His scars flared up instantly but otherwise he hid his thoughts well, in fact, he laughed. He stepped back a little and loosened his jeans letting them fall slightly down his thighs and pulled his thing out. I say "thing" because that is what it was, not just a cock but a thing. I have never seen a cock that fucking long in my life!

It was down to his fucking knee caps!

He took a grip on it with his two hands like you would a baseball bat or a golf club, one hand alongside the other and still there was enough left out for my two hands if I could have. He stood holding it there, pointing at me and I heard him laugh.

I slowly pulled my eyes off this thing and looked up into his face and realised what he was laughing at; it was the shock and awe on my face; but even knowing it I couldn't remove the look as I fell back to staring at this fucking weapon in his hands.

I believed him, I did; I really did feel like a virgin again and given my track record that is saying something. Armed with that bad boy he will fuck my soul!

Somehow I got enough of my wits back to actually form words again and I bravely dared him "well come on then big boy, don't welsh on your promise; don't deprive me too long."

At first he had to use his fingers to help guide and work it into me but as he did it got firmer and firmer until it was rigid like Mr Flabby's truncheon and then holding my ankles the thing was operating on hands free and Oh My Dear God how it was operating!

He had one hell of a fit, athletic body to push it in with too and very soon he was relentlessly stabbing me with it. He didn't have the girth of Mordor or even of Dax but in terms of length he was without equal.

No way could he get it all into me, but he certainly had a good go of it and this didn't do anything for me; in fact it fucking well hurt and what he may have taken to be screams of pleasure were anything but.

He was nowhere near as talented as Dax or quite a few of my other lovers; some of my recent rapists were better but he did achieve his goal and made me come along the way too but this was just collateral as far as he was concerned; he was only interested in his own pleasure not mine. He was a selfish fucker.

He wasn't even out of breath when he withdrew and his spent, soft penis was still twice the length of most other mortal men's erect penises. I didn't know how to react; I certainly wasn't about to squirt on that totally selfish performance.

He was studying my face, smiling. I felt something was expected, even required from me and so I played up to it "Sir, from now on I will call you Sir; I see now you truly are the Master of your men and I will give you the respect that cock deserves; now please hurry up and get it back in me, we are wasting time here Sir!

I could see in his face, in his emotion that I had just nailed it; as big as his IQ and brain were, his cock and ego were far bigger.

His power of recovery was good and after what seemed like the briefest of pauses only because of my own need for recovery from this impaling he was at me again but this time my ass. Wholly God I promise never to blaspheme again if you get me through this!

Again his idea of pleasure was all in the taking and not the giving and that buggering is one experience I will never forget. I so wish he wasn't going off tomorrow; I really want to kill this fucking bastard the slowest way fucking possible; and make him eat his own cock and swallow it still attached.

Unfortunately instead it was me that got to eat his cock, and he managed to force it all down my throat to shoot straight into me; now that was fucking scary!

He had released my ankles and had me kneeling, my wrists still cuffed to achieve this. Even if I don't get lucky with my plans I am coming back one day just to top this bastard.

I was trying to act respectful and in awe of him rather than physically sick as I really felt and was playing to his ego.

He stopped my rambling praise of him and said "That was good, very good, the timing was perfect. I have fantasised so much about having you that I had started seeing you when I was with V and she doesn't deserve that, almost like cheating on her while I am with her. She is a lovely child, my child and she deserves my love, no one else. Once more I can love her and only her until perhaps my mind wanders over to you again and I will be forced to either take you again or dispose of you; we will see."

The guys a fucking loony tune, loop the fucking loop; and this guy has an IQ the size of a burning sun? He is a fucked up fucking incestuous fuck head and he is so going to die so fucking horribly!

Having fastened his thing away he knelt in front of me and from a back pocket he slipped out a flick-knife, and held it so that the blade flicked out under my left nipple.

He held it up against the bottom of my nipple and asked "are you secret service?"

I instinctively pulled back against my bonds but had nowhere to go and screamed out "no no no I am not secret service, there is no secret service; I am MI6 on a screwed up rogue operation" and crying uncontrollably went on "please please believe me please, that is why there is no rescue, no negotiations, no follow up; I shouldn't be here; MI6 can never admit to me being here; they will be hoping I am dead."

He stared deep into my eyes, probing me, considering me and my words and finally said "thought as much, Doc is full of shit" and pressed a button and the blade retracted. He put it back in his pants pocket and reached up and released my cuffs letting me fall to the floor.

He turned and got up and in the process his flick knife fell out onto the floor behind him but he didn't appear to have heard it; this was my chance to take him, even in this state with a blade I could easily take him. I started to go for it but checked myself; this was too convenient; his back to me, no restraints for the first time since I got here, a weapon right in front of me. A test, it had to be a test; he must have a gun or something and is waiting for my move.

"Sir, you have dropped your knife" I said and kneeling forward I bent over and picked it up between my teeth and on my hands and knees crawled it over to him and knelt up to him.

He held my chin in one hand and took the knife with the other, then patted me on the head like the obedient pet that I was.

"I didn't think it possible, but maybe V has broken you; I know you threw that tennis game for her. I may let her keep you after all; walk with me."

His knife back in his pocket I walked alongside him and as we walked we talked. "Why didn't you use the knife; with your skills you could have escaped."

"I must admit the thought come to me, naturally, but no, my mind is changed and to be honest and as stupid, as absurd as this is, I am actually enjoying this. Not all of it; like this afternoon when Vex tortured me in that head cage thing at the gate or when she has the guards rape me; but the lack of decision making; the tennis and the pool and gym; the sex with Vex; and I am totally addicted to bondage so this is like living out a fantasy. MI6 obviously don't care about me so why should I them? If I could get rich on it I would make a hell of a personal body guard for Vex; nobody expects the woman to have the skills so I always have an edge." I giggled as I said this last bit but T-Rex stopped in his tracks and looked at me.

"How does a Million a year sound? Ten year contract?"

"What, pounds or euros?"

"Does it really matter?"

I laughed "no, not these days."

We walked some more but at the next corner he stopped us again "pounds, a million pounds a year for ten years then you get to go home, alive; how about it?"

"No, it would never work. You would always suspect me, never trust me. Anything ever goes wrong, anything leaks, you would blame me, you all would. If I drove Vex into Malaga tomorrow would you trust me to come back, or Vex for that matter?"

"For a million a year for ten years, yes, I would."

I appeared to think about it, "Yeah, you're right, I probably would come back as well, and guard Vex well; but do you really want to chance it?"

It was his turn to think it over "no, well not yet at least."

We continued winding our way up the castle stairs and along the corridors and I asked him "why do you continue with this? You must be worth tens of millions, you could simply down tools, lay the staff off and you and Vex live a life of total luxury without any risk or hassle?"

He laughed out loud "millions? Emilia, I am worth tens of billions. As for the risk, that is what I want. I want to meet and shake the hand of the person who is going to dethrone me; to look into the eyes of the young me and know my time is over.

But first I want to rule the world; China, America, Australia, India, Africa, Japan; everywhere there is organised crime I want to take their turf. I want to be immortal in history like others before me, some real and some legend like Robin Hood, Al Capone, Rasputin, Count Vlad the impaler, Attila the Hun, Ned Kelly, Jack the Ripper, Adolf Hitler, The Boston strangler, Don Leoni the Godfather; but I want to be king of them all. That is where your Doc Martin Curle comes in; to achieve this notoriety I need his expertise. Your Government fears I have taken him for another foreign power to use; well I am that foreign power and history will portray me as British. Stop now? I have only just got started!"

His Glasgow smile was full colour again and he was laughing, shaking with mirth and we continued our walk.

I knew for certain then I was dealing with a true totally fucked up nutcase.

Without knocking he thrust open the door and I walked past him and into my cage. He had Vex cuff me before locking the cage door shut and taking Vex out. She had obviously been waiting for him, all dressed up in her yellows, cuffs and all.


11. The Great Escape

The following morning I was sad to see that I would be making my escape in pink; of all the fucking colours available I had to choose fucking pink day.

After a particularly nice but quiet breakfast it was down to the pool for some lane swimming and feline licking; I was having second thoughts, ten million quid for this would be a hell of a way to get rich.

She kept the pool time short, she seemed excited about something, maybe just her Father being away or maybe what he was doing was exciting her but whatever we made it up to her apartment early.

She explained that I had been promised to the men this afternoon so she wanted her fun first. Silly me had thought what we had just done in and around the pool was fun.

She cuffed me to the rear and removed these shoes and I went and sat in the cage. She ordered me straight back out, hadn't she just explained she was going to have her fun with me? She asked.

Yes, she had, but I needed my little needle for my fun.

She locked the long chain around my ankle and ordered me up between her legs on the leather bench and I got down to it; and trust me I really got down to it big time.

I left her totally exhausted, totally spent, totally pleasured and totally fucking paralysed and restrained and gagged in her own fucking cage!

She had been about to alter my restraints, put me over the bench for some more fun and games and she had the keys in her hands; this is what I had been waiting for and as she took hold of my cuffs to remove them I pricked her.

She paused, not understanding what had just happened and I turned to face her; then her legs went and she finally understood. She was quick, just not quite quick enough. She realised she had to get the keys out of my reach and pulled her hand back and threw them as far as she could, all of three feet as her muscles failed her.

Quickly released I locked her own evil shoes on her and bundled her into the cage and cuffed her hands around the bars keeping her laid out prone. I gagged her and locked the gag in place.

Opening the wardrobe for a dress I opened the wrong one and was presented with all her toys. I liked the look of the pink butt-plug for her but then saw to the side her chastity belt, the one she hates so much. It was real quality; nothing in the Castle would get this thing off her.

She had told me before that T-Rex holds the keys and she doesn't know where. I opened the cage and locked her in it. Even in her paralysed state I thought I saw the horror on her face as it clicked locked.

I locked the cage again and went to the window and opened it and threw all the keys as far as I could into some bushes and undergrowth down below.

It was then that I saw the reason for her excitement; obviously her planned entertainment for the afternoon.

I opened the wardrobe and as I expected the new set of three green leather dresses were hanging there. I slipped one on and grabbed some matching shoes. A size too small for me but I would have to make them fit. "Shit" I said out loud as I realised my mistake in my haste; I had just thrown all the keys out and I was about to lock these shoes, a collar and cuffs on myself. Well, nothing for it, the show must go on.

I went to the mirror and again drew on eyebrows just like Vex's and then donned one of her blonde wigs. Looking in the mirror I now really was Vex, well from a distance anyway. I loved the green look, nicest yet; or was it just my body?

Looking down on Vex I thought how easy it would be to kill her, and my God she deserved it the evil sadistic bitch; but just in case something went wrong I figured I would be in enough trouble without T-Rex finding I had taken the love of his life from him.

Instead I said to her "Vex, it's been one hell of a party but I have to go now. Your life may be changing very shortly and if it does it will be for the better. If you live to inherit your Fathers fortune I will be watching you; and you will be the most charitable person ever. You will give it all, every last cent to the needy, and you will do it publicly or you will wake up one day to find me in your bed again, and I won't have just a dildo between your legs; goodbye."

I turned the catch so that the door would lock behind me and headed for my stash of toys.

I was cautious but the Castle was near empty. The Chef would be cooking and the guards patrolling. However I checked every corridor and listened at every corner to make certain I was only ever seen from a distance if at all.

I soon had my backpack and was sat at Doc's computer. I inserted the special memory stick Sandy had built for this very eventuality making it necessary and powered the computer up.

The memory stick programme took over and worked its way through the encrypted log-on process for me until it was fully running. The stick then started installing in earnest.

I took the flat pads of semtex out and removing the self-adhesive paper cover I stuck the paper thin square pad to the bottom of the lap-top and the much bulkier thicker pad to the underneath of the computer chair.

Switching the computer camera on I whipped off my dress, I thought I would give the Doc one last thrill, really get him up close to the monitor screen.

Then setting it so that I knew where to stand so that he would have a good thigh to head shot I hit record and left a message. With my legs apart and my hands fondling my breasts and pussy and smiling I started "Doc, Hi!" Waving at the screen. "Like my new look? Like my tits? My recently shaved pussy? Well take a good look and remember me in hell you treacherous bastard. When I started talking you had fifteen seconds to live, that means (looking at the time on the screen) goodbye" smiling and waving happily at the camera.

I hit stop and then as taught by Sandy control Alt and X. The lap-top went to sleep and I removed the memory stick and slipped the dress back on.

The lap-top will have made a connection with MI6 HQ and will retain it.

I packed up my gear and headed out, this was all going so well.

Along the deserted corridors and down the stairs, easy peasy.

Then leaving the keep I ran into a mountain, physically!

He hadn't been expecting me nor me him and we just bounced apart; I dropped my gear and raised my hands in anticipation of a fight I just could not lose; but feared I would.

Mordor done a double take, then realising I was not Vex he also put his hands up in defence of what was to come.

Then he surprised me, he put his gigantic hands back down and smiled; and actually fucking spoke!

"So my lady you are leaving us now are you?"

The Spanish giant that never spoke was English, and eloquent; he sounded like a Cambridge or Oxford educated gentleman. I didn't get it, was this a trick?

"Mordor, you're English?"

"Ha, yes, but T-Rex and the team like me to retain this stupid persona so I just play dumb, and Spanish."

"I am leaving now, do we have to fight again?"

"It wasn't much of a fight last time, but I wanted you to escape so made it easy for you; but don't worry, I still want you to escape."

This confused the hell out of me; "Mordor, what the hell are you on about wanting me to escape?"

"I am Chris Derkin and I was "The Great Mordor" in a travelling circus; I played the strong man to the clowns and we toured Europe. When T-Rex stumbled upon me he thought I would look good as his personal protection and so he took my family and hid them. I have to work for him for ten years and only then will he release me and my family. He lets me Skype my family once a week to see they are all okay but we can never discuss locations. My wife has no idea where I am nor I my family."

I was horrified, T-Rex really is a ruthless man. I asked him "I am leaving now, do you want to leave with me?"

"I will not stop you, I respect you and please believe me I am not a criminal; I have never killed anyone, just done what I had to but nothing criminal if I could help it. I cannot leave, he will kill my family if I do."

I quickly thought this through and asked him "give me your phone."

He handed it to me and I put my phone and email details into his contacts and handing it back to him told him "go now and find out the IP address of the computer you use and text this and the times of your Skype calls with your family to me, we will get your family back and text you when they are free; then you can escape and join them."

Finally his face cracked and he smiled a proper smile. I walked up to him and hugged him then asked him to pick me up. His two mighty hands closed on my waist and he lifted me up; I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him and said "even if you are a good guy, I don't regret shagging you, not one bit."

He replied, still holding me up, "nor me, not one little bit; just don't tell the wife."

Without any fuss at all I made it to the nice shining brand new green Porsche and as with the others it was unlocked with the keys in the ignition.

The main gate guard couldn't help but hear the mighty engine fire up and as I left the side of the yet to be extended car port the gate was opening. I gave a nice wave as I drove out.

I easily made it to my three pm rendezvous with Dax and he helped me deposit the nice new car over the side of the cliff into the deep blue of the Mediterranean.

He loved my look, couldn't keep his hands off my ass as he hugged and kissed me. I dumped the backpack into his pannier box and went to mount but saw that Dax, ever the practical joker had been playing again.

"Dax, what the fuck is that doing there?" I asked pointing at the rigid dildo strapped to the back seat pointing at the sky.

"Well, I thought you would be missing some real action, having had a week off and all."

"Ha ha, very funny, now take it the fuck off Dax."

"I knew it would scare you, that you wouldn't be able to handle that in you with me up in front handling the curves."

He always knew just how to play me. I could have ripped it off or loosened the straps or even just pushed it over and sat on it but no, the gauntlet was down; and besides, I always do enjoy a good ride with Dax.

Stepping up onto the rear footrests I lowered myself onto it and wrapped my hands tight around him and we set off. It wasn't exactly T-Rex but it was bloody big enough.

Wow!

The ride into Malaga was thrilling, one long and totally fulfilling orgasm. Every bump, every move of the suspension had me lifting off and hammering back onto it. As we entered the centre and stopped at some lights I had to sort this little green leather dress out, it was half way up my back and all the cars we had passed had been honking at me.

It was too clingy to pull down sitting, I had to stand up on the footrests to do this and as I stood on the footrests and lifted off the dildo the car in the next lane suddenly lurched into the car in front; I cannot imagine why!

Dax shouted for me to sit back down and he took off through the lights in a hurry. Fortunately I was so wet it was almost natural to re-impale myself on the dildo.

Without any more drama we made it to the safe house where the bike plates were swapped over and the bike seat cleaned. My legs were like jelly and my quim a twitching wreck; must do that again, soon.


12. Justice

Once into the safe house it was explained that we would be here for two days only maximum; then flying back out for my debrief.

That gave us time to get everything this end sorted. After giving Dax and Commander Belper a full briefing on a video conference and agreeing our course of action we went out for dinner. Thankfully I had some of my own clothes back but had to make do with Vex's wig. I still had the shoes collar and cuffs locked on; they were being removed in the morning.

Back from dinner Dax took full advantage of my locked on restraints and of course I let him; but before I got to enjoy his wonderful cock again he had me naked over his knee and gave me one hell of a spanking. First for getting caught by T-Rex, secondly for taking so long to get back out, thirdly because apparently I am swearing, using the 'F word' far too much; and finally just because he could. That bastard can slap!

The next morning one of our support guys got back with my new wig, pretty much identical to how my hair looked before; and the tools to cut my restraints off.

Then it was off into Malaga to file my police complaint; I already had it prepared in both Spanish and English (courtesy of Commander Belper and his touch typists). It detailed how I had been abducted and tortured and raped multiple times. Naming or otherwise describing all my assailants and their part and explaining how the bonnets of the Porsche's in the order of pink, black, blue, red and yellow when swabbed from left to right would give the evidence of my rapists DNA in the order that I was raped adding forensic corroboration to my complaint story.

This was further helped by a disc being posted to the police from an anonymous source with video footage of me being raped, apparently filmed from the sky; with full transcripts from lip-readers of my pleading for them to stop.

Further anonymous information was received by them explaining that weapons, explosives and drugs were being stored at the Castle and that there could be a terrorist cell operating inside.

While I had been in the police station Dax had received a video file from Commander Belper; showing Martin Curle with T-Rex stood behind him looking into his lap-top computer, filmed by his own lap-top camera that still had the connection to MI6 HQ courtesy of Sandy's installed programme.

They enjoyed my little strip show and then the Doc suddenly looked at T-Rex in despair only to see him diving away to the side, but far too late as the connection was quite literally blown and them with it. Mission accomplished.

The next day I was back in London to give a full report. I was dismayed to learn that as well as Doc being blown up, Sandy's programme had also sent my recorded message back to HQ and when I walked into the boss's office it was to see a huge still of myself framed and on the wall, my left hand fingering my pussy and my right rubbing a nipple and me smiling at the camera. Very flattering.

The Commander confirmed that Mordor's family had been rescued and were on their way back to a safe house in Britain, and Mordor had been informed and was also on his way.

Five months later I was in the Spanish Court to see my case tried. The Spanish Police had visited the Castle and met with a fire fight; one officer being injured and on their return with the special op's squad they had taken the castle and killed two of the goons in the process.

The forensics recovered from the Porsche bonnets totally supported my story and faced with this and the video most of the goons had actually admitted their raping me. Further forensics taken from whips, floggers and canes, cuffs collars and those evil shoes also showed they had all been used on me to torture me.

The trial of those pleading not guilty went well and all were found guilty of my rape and received eleven years each; with the exception of Vex and the gay chef. Vex got an additional two years for her part in my imprisonment and torture whilst the Chef got a suspended sentence only.

The only awkward bit was Mohammed claiming I was a willing participant in all that had happened; that I was actually a British secret service spy sent there to kill T-Rex and the Doc and that I had assaulted them, putting three of them in hospital with broken bones and concussion.

I was cross examined on this and when the defence council put this to me I just looked back all innocent and wide eyed and asked him "do Britain even have a secret service? I don't really know these things, I am just a hairdresser."

When translated this got a giggle out of the Jury and the lawyer knew to move on, he was on an obvious loser.

This was bolstered by a surprise witness, Chris Derkin, AKA Mordor. He testified that all I had said was true; I had just appeared one day, brought in by T-Rex and kept chained and cuffed and used for sex by the men. When asked about my murdering T-Rex and Martin Curle he explained that they had died in an accident. T-Rex and Doc liked to experiment with new explosives and fancy electronic detonators and the room they died in was the room they used for these experiments so he has to assume one test went wrong.

The Judge agreed this was most plausible and would direct the coroner accordingly.

As he had not raped me, played no part in my torture and had helped me to escape and was now giving evidence for the prosecution Mordor had been guaranteed immunity from further prosecution.

The lawyer tried his luck again though with the assault story and asked Mordor to account for his injuries recorded by the hospital along with those sustained by Mohammed and Mike. He said the three of them had fought causing the injuries to each other.

The lawyer asked "so you are telling the court that Emilia Rivers did not cause those injuries to you and the other two men?"

Mordor simply smiled, walked out of the witness box, and bent all seven foot of him over the wooden bar and lifted me over beside him. Then resting his elbow on my head and facing the jury asked "what do you think?"

The juries' laughter at the ludicrous image of little me beating this giant was raucous. The lawyer sat down, head in hands.

During the course of the trial which gained international media attention MI6 agents were tipped off that the Spanish Police had visited Mohammed in his cell and recorded his complaint against me; assault occasioning grievous bodily harm. That they planned on arresting and detaining me at the end of sentencing; arresting me at the bottom of the Court steps outside.

The years they all got for my rape were nothing compared to the sentences they received for the largest ever recorded seizure of pure uncut cocaine and all the weapons and explosives. That storehouse that the tennis court abutted onto was full to the rafters of one kilo' bags of the stuff and was being used for bribes and payments and recruiting.

A funny thing with Vex though, well two funny things to be precise. Since the death of her father her hair has grown. Turns out she had the wrong wigs, she should have had ginger. But what really made me laugh was the story about her chastity belt I had locked onto her. Apparently T-Rex had been so angry with her for letting me escape that he left the belt on her and following his death the keys could not be found.

She was still wearing it when arrested and then the police refused to remove it as they would have to damage it and they could not identify the true owner for his or her authority. It took three weeks for it to be heard in a court and even after the magistrate determined that it could be cut off it took a further two weeks to find a government employed contractor capable of doing it; and another two weeks for him to get around to doing it. She had been locked in it for two whole months before she got to touch her pussy again; and as she looked so good everybody in prison was now touching it!

Seeing her in the dock in court gave me mixed feelings, I mean, yes, she is a raving psychotic murdering raping incestuous bitch but she's a fucking good looking one, and I did enjoy my time with her; in different circumstances I could quite easily have fallen for her, just my type of girl.

The police never did manage to arrest Emilia Rivers because Emilia Rivers never left court. A little old grey haired lady in a long scruffy black dress and shawl left the court house, supported by Dax, and walked right by them.

They conducted passport control checks and found that Emilia Rivers DOB 17/07/93 POB Islington, London had flown Easy Jet into Spain one week before she was said to have been abducted and flew back out again two days after her escape; and examination of her passport photo confirmed this was the right person but Interpol checks with the British authorities revealed that Emilia Rivers 17/07/93 Islington, London had died shortly after birth.

The hearts of the Spanish detectives wasn't in the investigation anyway as they knew what had been done to that girl whoever she was (me) and the investigation fizzled out.

This is a shame really as I am very much a supporter of the police and I wish I could have helped them; but I can't, you see I do not even know the girl. I am a redhead, Judi Spears, 16/06/92 born in Stafford; a quick check of my nice new passport will show this.

Anyway, enough of my rambling; I am a bit tied up right now and I must do something about it. "Sandy" I shout, "knock that fucking (sorry, using that fucking 'F' word again, must get Dax to give me another spanking) celebrity dancing off and get back in here; I didn't come here just to hang around all fucking (oops, again!) night!"

"Put a plug in it Judi" she yells back, "or I'll come and put a bigger one in!"

Shit, now I have to listen to celebrity fucking dancing and Sandy and Debbie laughing at my anal dilemma. Just wait until I have them both at my mercy; then I will have justice!