Alexander Knight stood looking down into his empty glass, a sardonic smile playing on his handsome, inscrutable features. The bourbon decanter was just within reach and the chief of the V.I.S. poured himself another liberal drink which he downed with the same ease and grace he always displayed in public. Alex Knight had been drinking solidly for three hours, but one would never have guessed. He never got drunk enough not to think. Thinking was Alex Knight's main occupation, and for this, he needed to be in full control of all his faculties.
The lovely Su Ling reclined seductively in her deep softly cushioned chair, watching the handsome man faultlessly attired in evening dress through a cloud of smoke from her cigarette. She was doing quite a bit of thinking on her own ... mainly about Alex Knight. There was one thing, however, that she didn't have to ponder. The man was very attractive. She nestled even further into the cushion and propped her feet onto a convenient stool, showing to full advantage her shapely leg, the full golden length of it showing through the side slit of her Oriental dress.
Su Ling made the delight of all the posh Saigon parties. Nobody really knew much about her, but what they could see was convincing enough. The delicate, expressionless face could sparkle with vivaciousness or take on the suggestive mask of sensuality. She knew how to play with her huge dark almond-shaped eyes and set up volcanoes in the hearts of men and her long, raven black hair tied loosely at the nape of her neck and hanging halfway down her back formed a silky net to which many important information had been caught between whispers of delight.
"Su Ling, you she-cat, what are you thinking about?"
It was Brian Slattery, lurching over from the far corner of the room where he had been talking to another pretty Asiatic girl who had been introduced to him as Sisi her real name was too complicated for an American to remember, she had said coquettishly.
Brian was very drunk and unlike Su Ling, he wasn't very discreet when in such a deep state of intoxication. As he slumped down on the arm of her chair, his hand reached out to caress her outstretched legs. She didn't move.
It was quite a pleasant sensation, she thought, her eyes slitting like a cat's. Glancing across the room, she saw Sisi and a political reporter named Michael Shelby giggling away at some private joke. Both were obviously fairly stoned. Su Ling picked up her glass and relaxed. They had all drunk so much they were enjoying themselves! At this moment, the world could crumble outside who the hell cared!
She looked up at Brian, noticing that his pale blonde hair usually sleeked back on his head, had fallen forward. His hand was getting very bold now, and was edging its way under her dress which had ridden up to her silk-stockinged thighs.
"Brian, you bastard," she murmured in her delightful little accented voice. "Take your hand off my leg. You're getting me hot!"
"What were you thinking about?" he repeated in a thick, drunken voice, ignoring her request.
"I was just thinking how very handsome our friend Alex is looking tonight."
If she had hoped to annoy Brian by this remark, she failed. A happy grin spread across his face.
"Yes, he is an attractive devil, my dear Su Ling."
He called across to where Alex was standing looking down into his half-filled glass.
"Alex come over here. Our Su Ling thinks you're handsome!"
Alex Knight's eyes looked up from his glass. Walking over to where Su Ling was half sitting, half lying, he perched on the other arm of the chair, watching Brian's hand which was still stroking the girl's legs. It was about time, he thought to himself, that he made a pass at this girl. She had been on his staff for some months now, and apart from proving very efficient, she most definitely had other attributes....
Su Ling was surprised when Alex's hand joined Brian's in the exploration of her outstretched legs. She hadn't expected it from the usually distant Alexander Knight, but she didn't object. She wondered if Alex was drunker than he looked. One never knew with the chief of V.I.S. He was always quite charming, but she never quite got over the feeling that there was a lot more to his character than charm. There had to be.
"Don't ofer do it, boys," she murmured as Brian's hand again went under her dress. But she still made no effort to stop him, enjoying the rippling waves of pleasure stealing through her body.
Michael had started the record player, and he and Sisi began to dance in the centre of the spacious, dimly lit room, oblivious to everything except the rhythms beating out from the stereo speakers.
With an imperceptible sigh, Su Ling allowed her golden legs to open slightly, and resting her head back on the cushions, she closed her enigmatic eyes. Alex watched, fascinated, as Brian's hand stole underneath Su Ling's dress. He leaned further forward, aware that his prick was getting uncomfortably stiff in his shorts. Then he followed Brian's example, and allowed his hand to penetrate beneath Su Ling's fucked up dress, to find the soft exciting mound of her sex.
As he gently fondled her hairy mons, Alex had the feeling that time had stopped in the large, richly furnished room. They had left outside the sound and the fury of the war and they were having a party. The couple who were dancing moved slowly, bodies tightly embraced. The two men, bending over the half inebriated girl, were completely wrapped up in what they were doing to her. Methodically, Alex and Brian started to undress Su Ling. She sat up, eyes still closed, and allowed them to take the saffron colored Oriental tunic over her head.
She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts quivered slightly at the contact of the air, the nipples standing erect. She wore nohing but a brief pair of black lace panties, and her soft pale skin glowed in the soft light. Carefully Alex edged the briefs down over her deliciously rounded hips, exposing to full view the dark bush of her pubic hair. With this last garment out of the way, Su Ling lay back, completely naked, and excitingly desirable.
Brian slid on his knees between Su Ling's open legs. Bending his head, he started to lick her skin like a dog. As the young man worked his way up the girl's legs, Alex rose and swiftly undressed. His huge prick came out in the open, erect and throbbing.
Su Ling examined Alex with undisguised interest in her black velvet eyes. She noticed with growing excitement the firm muscles of his compact body, the broad chest, the flat stomach, and the rearing cock. As he sat down again on the arm of her chair, she ran her hand over his naked body until she had her fingers entangled in his thick pubic hairs. She gave a little gasp as he leaned over once more and delicately, with one finger, traced the receptive channel between the hairs on her cunt. He followed this up by applying his mouth to the burning nipples, rubbing them hard with his tongue, and playfully biting the soft flesh of her perfectly shaped breasts.
She liked this American ... she liked him a great deal. She moaned softly as his finger left her cunt channel and pressed against her vagina lips which peeled open of their own accord. Simultaneously, her hand closed on the wide circumference of Alex's cock which stiffened even further in her grasp. The feel of the thick male rod in her hand, and the stimulus she was experiencing from Alex's finger which had now penetrated her soft orifice, plus his mouth on her stiff little nipples, were all exciting the sensuous Su Ling unbearably.
As her hand slid along the length of his prick up to the wet, quivering crown, his finger was insistently brushing against her rigid clitty, forcing her juices to lubricate the walls of her vagina. She slid further down in the chair, opening her legs wider as she did so. She gasped as suddenly Alex's exciting finger withdrew from her now wet pussy and Brian, who had been licking the tops of her thighs, inserted his tongue in her wide open cunt. A paroxysm of sexual desire filled her with lust as Brian's tongue started to rhythmically brush against her excited clitty, and with a moan, she squelched Alex's wet knob in her hand, forcing it to jerk under the sudden stimulation.
Alex took his mouth away from her delightful nipples and pressing his lips against hers, thrust his tongue between her teeth. His hand played with the jiggling globes of her breasts, teasing the tiny nipples. His breathing was growing heavier as Su Ling continued to masturbate his prick, sliding her hand excitingly over his slippery crown until he felt that he was on the point of spunking all over her hand.
Su Ling hips started to push upwards, and her body writhed on the cushions in anguished lust. Brian's tongue was driving her mad and she was releasing more and love juice into his devouring mouth. It was fortunate that at this point, Alex stood up and pushed Brian to one side, otherwise she may have been unable to control her climax.
Without ceremony, Alex caught hold of her feet and pulled her down the chair onto the thickly carpeted floor, her black hair spraying out behind her in a dark halo. Immediately, his athletic body came at her like a maddened bull, his huge cock pushing with tremendous force up into her cunt. She cried out as the thick fleshy rod stretched her vaginal lips wide part, and he sank between her legs.
Alex was throbbing with mounting excitement. Su Ling had roused him to fever pitch by playing with his cock the way she had. Now, he rammed it between her legs, exulting in the delicious sensation of her vagina closing around it like a tight-fitting glove. He didn't stop until his balls were resting against her butt cheeks.
Su Ling's cries gave way to moans of pleasure as her pussy became accustomed to the side of Alex's cock. Her hands went up around his broad, perspiration-covered back, and as he started to fuck her, her fingernails dug viciously into his flesh. Soon, he was giving her a thorough screwing, his rock hard dick slamming up and down her soaking wet passage in abandoned fury. She could sense the drag of her orgasm rising as his tempo quickened. He had fastened his mouth on hers, but now she pulled it away, rolling her head from side to side and rotating her hips to meet the oncoming thrusts.
They were both lost in the fires of their lust, lifted upwards on the thrilling cushion of an approaching climax. Neither of them was aware that Michael and the pretty, miniature Sisi had stopped dancing, and were watching them with fascinated eyes. They were only half aware that Brian was lying beside them. Still dressed, he had taken out his cock, and while looking on, was masturbating himself. His mouth was open, his expression dazed with alcohol and lust. But Su Ling and Alex were only aware of each other.
The rhythm of their bodies slapping together was growing faster. Alex brought his arms underneath Su Ling's back, crushing her titties hard against his chest, his cock swelling to bursting point inside her moist quim. It was who came first. With a cry, she began to shudder uncontrollably. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them tightly around Alex, and with a gapping moan, felt the stream of milky fluid flowing from the walls of her cunt.
She hardly come to the end of her orgasm when Alex's body stiffened, and his knob-slit to eject a steady stream of spunk into Su Ling's overflowing cunt passage. Unadulterated pleasure took hold of his limbs and senses as he continued to pump a never ending wave of semen into Su Ling's throbbing cunt hole.
But eventually, the force of his climax lessened, and he was just in time to see Brian, who was now lying on his back with his cock still held in his hand, shoot a creamy load of sperm high into the air. Some of it splashed down onto Alex's naked back, leaving white .stains on his tanned skin.
Alexander Knight's party had been quite a success....
CHAPTER TWO
At about the same time, but the scenery is now the spacious office of the military attache in Vietiane, young Lieutenant Edwin Mc Cullough felt deeply concerned about the fact that Saigon had not bothered to reply to their request for instructions on the Li Xieng affair.
Li Xieng had been the first interesting thing to happen to Lieutenant Mc Cullough since he had taken his post in Laos. He remembered clearly the fat, frightened visitor he had received almost a week ago a whole week, and no reply from Saigon! a visitor who offered to give vital information about the developments of Red troops in North Vietnam as well as about infiltration of North Vietnamese units in Laos. With the bloody war going on, what could be more vital!
And Li Xieng wasn't just anybody, a faceless Oriental selling phony informations! He was a prominent official in the Laotian government and what he demanded in exchange was safety for himself and his family and that he be sent to the United States. Apparently;, his position was weakening considerably due to Communist pressure and he wanted out before it was too late.
Lieutenant Mc Cullough remembered his excitement when he had spoken of the matter to his superior, Godfrey Taylor, the American Consul in Vientane. And even calm, collected Mr. Taylor couldn't suppress the interested glint in his eyes at the thought that Li Xieng was willing to see such vital information for a one-way ticket for himself and his family to the U.S.A.
"Prepare a report for Saigon and we'll get it dispatched there by courier," he had instructed his attache.
That was a whole week ago!
Lieutenant Mc Cullough couldn't help wondering that V.I.S. Vietnamese Intelligence Service behaved in strange ways, a thought which strengthened as each morning dawned and still no news....
He knew that Li Xieng couldn't wait much longer. He had done a lot of home-work on his escape to the States, and had been as confident as the young attache that Saigon would jump at his proposition ... As he mused on the strange silence from V.I.S., Lieutenant Mc Cullough was unaware that at this precise moment, the subject of his worried thoughts was agonizing in some wood at the outskirts of the city.
Indeed, time had run short for the Laotian politician and he had been kidnapped and led to this small clearing. There was nothing he could do as he stood his arms hanging limply at his sides, facing his attackers.
"Li Xieng, you are accused of attempting to self information to the Americans. The penalty for treason is death."
The cold, final words made Li Xieng's blood freeze, but his natural dignity stopped him from going to pieces. With Oriental fatalism, he realized that his hour had come, and hoped that death would be quick and merciful....
Hands came out of the total darkness, caught hold of his arms and dragged him backwards. Rapidly, ne was securely tied to the trunk of a tree. One of the men caught hold of his coat, opening it and unbuttoning his shirt to expose his pale paunch.
Li Xieng felt cold steel touch his exposed stomach and he shivered at the thought of the atrocious death expecting him. He shuddered violently as the sharp blade sank into his quivering flesh as if it was being pushed into butter, and didn't top until nothing could be seen but the handle.
"So must all traitors die," he heard the man who had pushed the knife into him say.
And then the agony made it impossible for him to hear any more. Excruciating pain flooded all his senses, and he was no longer a man, but an animal suffering the pangs of a mortal wounds. Straining wretchedly on the ropes that held him so tight, he began to make a long drawn out howling noise, only stopping to sob some more breath into his lungs. Li Xieng had been condemned to a slow, very slow death.
He agonized for a whole hour while his judges watched impassibly the horrible spectacle of a man struggling in his death throes. But finally, the animal-like sobs and howls subsided. There was a last long moan. And then silence, nothing could be heard except the sound of the wind in the trees....
The following morning, Godfrey Taylor received a laconic message from Saigon, saying that V.I.S. had decided to drop the Li Xieng affair. The message was signed in neat hand writing by Mr. Alexander Knight....
Alexander Knight sat at his desk in the offices of the V.I S. in Saigon a slight frown marring the usual marble impassibility of his handsome face. He was to interview Lieutenant Edwin Mc Cullough in a few minutes time. Of course, he had immediately remembered the link between this Mc Cullough fellow and the Li Xieng incident some months ago. But since the Lieutenant had been recommended to join his staff by some high ranking officer, in Washington Alex knew that he would have to tread carefully.
There was a knock on the door, and in walked Edwin Mc Cullough. Alex, usually quite alert, became even more so as he appreciated the newcomer's appearance. An all-American boy with close-cropped blonde hair and sharp blue eyes, the young man looked like a very determined character, and the conversation that followed strengthened Alex's first impression that the Lieutenant was only too suited for the job.
And now the interview was drawing to an end, the two men having measured each other in a brilliant duel of wits. "There just one more thing, sir," the Lieutenant said as he prepared to leave. "It is possible that you have forgotten, but I was in Vientiane a few months ago, and I was directly concerned with a certain Li Xieng matter. I never understood why Saigon, or perhaps I should say why you, as your signature was on the letter, decided to drop the thing altogether?"
Alex smiled, his most charming, lazy smile that usually disarmed the most hostile people. "Lieutenant, there are many reasons why the Li Xieng affair wasn't followed up. They are too long and too complicated to tell you right now, but I assure you they were very good reasons." With this, he stood up. and so did Lieutenant Mc Cullough.
"There's just one more thing," Alex said. "According to your records, you have already been through a course of armed and unarmed combat. But it will be necessary to put you through our own special course. It takes four weeks, and it's tough. But you will benefit by it. I will probably drop in and see how you're getting on."
And that was that. Lieutenant Mc Cullough was virtually on his staff. Alex reached for the phone and dialed the special combat school. He asked for one of the instructors....
Erwin Mc Cullough was puzzled by Alex Knight. He had heard of his famous charm before they had met, but somehow it hadn't worked on him. There was something about the man that worried him, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. As for the Li Xieng affair, it was clear that he was never going to get to the bottom of that. For some mysterious reason, Mr. Knight didn't wish him to.
The next few weeks for Edwin were hectic. The combat school lay on the outskirts of Saigon, and he was taught how to kill silently and efficiently in unarmed combat. He was also put through an intensive course in espionage, counter-espionage, sabotage, and Intelligence work generally. It was in his last week at the school that something happened.
He and about twenty other pupils had been out in the grounds of the school, going through the last phase of the course which consisted of armed combat. The instructor was demonstrating the use of a new type of miniature hand grenade, a very clever, and very lethal toy.
Edwin had been chosen by the instructor to act as a target while he demonstrated the best way of throwing the small, metal balls. Of course, dud grenades were being used or should have been. The instructor had thrown two, which virtually landed at Edwin's feet, and was getting ready to throw the third. He was standing apart from the main group, explaining that if the grenades were skimmed through the air, they traveled further.
Suddenly there was a violent explosion, and although Edwin was some distance away, the blast threw him to the ground. When he got up, Harry Martin, the instructor, was scattered about the field in small pieces, and several others, who had been standing comparatively close to the instructor, were lying on the ground badly injured.
Edwin couldn't help reflecting that it was sheer chance that the grenade had exploded before it had been thrown at him. Otherwise, his mangled remains would have been spread over the fields of the combat school. He decided that never again would he allow himself to be used as target practice.
After this incident, Edwin returned to Saigon to take up his duties, and the grenade affair faded into the recesses of his mind, although he never forgot it completely. He met several of his future colleagues, including the lovely Su Ling, and all in all, he was kept too busy to be able to dwell on the personality of his boss....
One evening, he was invited to Alex Knight's house for drinks. He was immediately impressed by the size of the house, and the luxury and spaciousness of the room into which he was ushered by a handsome Vietnamese, presumably a servant. The place was full of people standing around with glasses in their hand, and as he stood by the door, looking lost, Alex Knight emerged from a group, his smile gleaming in the soft light. Not for the first time, Edwin noticed how he walked. He moved like a jungle cat, wary of danger. It was always a surprise to hear his voice, slow, indolent, friendly, so much in contrast with the nervous energy of his movements.
Now he puts his arm around Edwin's shoulders. "Hello, come right in and make yourself at home. I'll get you a drink, but before let me introduce you to a few people."
His steel gray eyes appraised the room. "Some you know already of course, including our delightful Su Ling. But there are several here from other departments that you haven't met."
While Edwin waited for Alex to pour him a scotch two men came over. "Is this our recruit?" one of them asked, smiling. Alex introduced the two men. The one who had spoken had pale blonde hair, and although very good looking, there was a certain decadence about his features that left Edwin thinking. Alex had introduced him as Brian Stlattery from V.I.4. a subordinate branch of V.I.S. and the other one was Michael Shelby.
"I'm glad I've met you at last," Brian Slattery continued. "I've heard about you from Alex, and I gather we will soon be working together."
A look of annoyance crossed Alex knight's face, then disappeared almost at once. "Brian, I'm afraid you're drinking too much again," he said. "I haven't briefed Edwin yet...."
Edwin found himself introduced to more and more people. Some faces were familiar, having seen them hurrying in and out of the V.I.S. offices. One man, standing with a group of three lovely Vietnamese women, looked at Edwin sourly as he was introduced.
"So, you've joined the Knight's train, have you?" he asked. Without waiting for a reply, he continued.
"Well, you look bright enough. But we'll see V.I.S. has a habit of changing people."
Major Frank Carter watched as Edwin was led off to another group. A short, thick-set man, with bushy gray eyebrows, his weather beaten face looked tough and bitter. A veteran of two world wars and of Korea, he had spent most of his time in Southeast Asia and dealt mainly with Intelligence. He was head of V.I.4 and one of the few people who disliked Alexander Knight. He could never decide whether it was Knight as a man he disliked, or the fact that as head of V.I.S. Knight was senior in rank to himself. Whatever it was, Mayor Frank Carter watched V.I.S. with a jaundiced eye, waiting for them to make some horrible mistake, but they never did. On the contrary, Knight's department seemed to work like a charm.
Slightly shaken by the dour Major Carter, Edwin was glad to see Su Ling in the next group of people. She was wearing a very becoming flame colored dress, and her beautiful face lit up when she saw him.
"Hello, Lieutenant," she said, her dark eyes glinting mischievously. "Fancy seeing you here. Blond, blue-eyed and as cute as ever."
Edwin blushed slightly. He was never completely sure what this lovely creature was going to say or do next, but he knew that he liked her a great deal.
The evening passed pleasantly enough, and by the time 11:00 o'clock came around. Edwin was feeling mellow and relaxed under the benefic influence of the drinks he had consumed. People were beginning to leave when Alex Knight came up to him.
"Don't go just yet, Edwin," he said. "I've asked Su Ling, Brian and Michael to hang on too. I want to talk about the matter mentioned prematurely by Slattery." He smiled. "Have you been enjoying yourself, Edwin, my boy?"
Edwin smiled back. "Yes, I have. Lot of interesting people here. But I'm not sure if I made much of a hit Major Carter."
"Don't worry about the Major, he's been alive too long and got a bit sour. Now excuse me, I'll just see these people off then we can get together over a drink."
Eventually, he found himself alone with Alex Knight and the other three. By the way Su Ling fell back into a chair and put her feet up, he gathered she was at home in this comfortable house. Brian Slattery and Michael Shelby also gave the impression of being very much at home, Brian sprawled on the floor in front of the chair in which he was sitting.
Alex Knight came over and replenished everyone's glass, then he too sprawled on the floor besides Brian. "Here's to Hong Kong," he said, lifting his glass. Everyone drank, then he turned to Edwin.
"You're the only one not in the picture, so briefly I'll outline the details. London is aware that there is a network of Communist spies in the area. They already have the names of two of them, but they don't want to pounce yet because they are afraid of losing the top people who are running the ring. We have reason to believe that some information vital for this area is being filtered through there to Red China. Already, three of our men have been liquidated for getting too close .Their demise was arranged to look like an accident...."
He paused and lit a cigarette. Edwin noticed that Brian's hand was on Alex Knight's shoulder, and that he was gently ruffing the hair on the back of Alex's neck. It was a very intimate gesture, almost sexual, but either Alex hadn't noticed it, or he was used to it.
"So you, Edwin, and Su Ling, are going to Hong Kong ... Su Ling, you already know what to do, my dear," The lovely girl smiled. "Brian will follow on a different flight, and will take up residence at the same hotel. You will pretend not to know him, but he will be there in case of difficulties."
It was very late before they broke up. Even so, Edwin was the first to leave. The others showed no signs of leaving, but he was feeling tired, mentally and physically.
When he had left, Alex looked at Su Ling.
"What do you think of him?"
Su Ling smiled slowly. "He's cute as I've said before. He doesn't miss much."
Brian broke in. "I think he's cute as well!" he said in a dreamy, peculiar voice.
"I'm not interested in his cuteness at the moment," Alex said sharply. "And agree with Su Ling. He doesn't miss much. That's why I'm sending him with you on this Hong Kong mission."
"I hope you're right," Su Ling said. "I've been a little restless of late. Honk Kong might prove exciting."
"Exciting perhaps, but also dangerous," Alex replied. "You are not being sent there on holiday you know."
The door opened and the Vietnamese servant walked in and started collecting glasses.
"Houei, come over here and have a drink," Brian called from the floor.
Houei Phong looked at his master, who winked. Then the Oriental poured himself a drink and came over and sat on the floor besides Brian, looking amused.
Su Ling called across the room. "Brain, stop it. You really are hopeless when you've been drinking." She was referring to the fact that Brian's hand had wandered down to the servant's legs.
In truth, Brian's actions were arousing Su Ling against her will. She knew he had a fixation for
Houei Phong, but so far Brian had not made any overt passes in Houei's direction while she had been around. But she couldn't take her eyes off Brian's hand as it moved over the young man's tight fitting black trousers and up towards his crotch. From where she was sitting, she could see a distinct bulge appearing underneath Houei's trousers, and she felt a tickling sensation between her own legs, warning her that she was being titivated.
She swallowed, her throat feeling dry, and watched, fascinated, as Brian deliberately .stroked the bulging prick. Houei was leaning back, resting his hands on the floor, the white wide-sleeved shirt he was wearing contrasting with his sallow complexion. There was a dreamy smile on his face, and he made no effort to stop this deliberate seduction.
Su Ling looked across at Alex and Michael appealingly, but they too were watching what was going on. She gave up trying to flight the rising sense of excitement welling up in her, and turned her eyes back to the two men on the floor in front of her. Then Alex came over to her and sat on the carpet at the foot of her chair. His hand reached up between her legs, and without taking his eyes away from Brian and Houei, very slowly began to massage her itching cunt, his hand flat down on her slit, rubbing against the quivering lips of her cunt with deliberate exciting insistence.
Michael remained seated in his chair, but she could see that his eyes constantly flickered from herself and Alex, then back again to the couple on the floor. He was licking his lips with a nervous gesture, and she wondered what he was thinking.
For Su Ling was aware that Shelby enjoyed the more kinky side of sex.
However, apart from the occasion some months before when he had watched Alex, Brian, and herself, in this same room, they had never all been actively involved together. But the way he was watching Brian's manipulation of the Oriental's rod made her wonder. Not that it mattered. Sex was sex in Su Ling's uninhibited mind, and she knew from experience there were many ways of enjoying it....
She lay back on her favorite chair sighing voluptuously as Alex's index finger gently pushed its way between her opening vagina lips and entered inside, causing her clitty to quiver in anticipation. As the probing finger brushed against it, she stiffened, and soon Alex's finger was wet with her flowing juices. Expertly, he speeded up the frigging he was giving her clitty, his other hand moving down to fondle the ominously swelling bulge between his legs.
Houei was now lying on the floor, his legs wide apart Brian had unzipped his pants and Su Ling squirmed helplessly in her chair as she watched the Oriental's large, thickly-veined cock being pulled out of the open fly of his trousers. It stood up rigid and straight in Brian's hand, the thick crimson knob throbbing excitingly. Quickly, she caught hold of Alex's wrist and tried to slow down his rhythmic frigging. She was always quick to have an orgasm and she didn't want to let go just yet. She wanted to watch the scene in front of her, keeping on the exciting borderline of climax.
Brian bent over the exposed penis, his red tongue flicking out like a cat's drinking milk. With maddening slowness, he laboriously licked the swelling arrowhead, causing Houei to groan and push his narrow hips upwards. As he did so, Brian's mouth opened, the thick cock sliding smoothly into his mouth.
Suddenly, Houei pushed Brian's mouth away from his rigid prick, his head pressed back on the floor. For a moment, Su Ling thought that he was going to shoot his load into the air, but he managed to control himself.
Brian looked in her direction, his eyes glazed as they always were when he had been drinking. "Su Ling, you lovely bitch, come over here and try one of your kind for a change."
She didn't move, but Alex took his finger out of her wet quim and standing up caught hold of her hand.
"Come on, Su Ling, you know you want to. Don't pretend you're shy! Not with Houei!"
She allowed herself to be pulled up from the chair, and with Alex's help too off the flame dress, and quickly got out of her panties. She wasn't wearing bra or stockings as usual. Then Alex led her Over to the sprawled Oriental, his long thick rod gleaming with pre-orgasm juices, and Brian's saliva lying stiffly along his stomach.
When he saw Su Ling standing over him, Houei sat up, and with swift movements, he removed his tight trousers, underpants and shoes. It was the first time Su Ling had seen him naked, and his slim but muscular body looked terribly appealing to her lust-incensed senses.
"Come on, Su Ling, take him as he is," Brian said in a thick voice. He had caught hold of Houei's tool again, and was holding it vertical away from the man's body. She could see it jerking forcibly in the hand that held it, and she shivered excitedly as Alex, who was standing by her side, slipped his hand over her pliant buttocks and up between her legs, fondling her pussy. His other hand was caressing her perfectly shaped titties, occasionally tweaking a small nipple, making them stand up more than ever.
Su Ling felt her body was on fire with passionate lust as she stepped astride the recumbent Houei, and sank down to her knees in a kneeling position, the twin globes of her breasts swinging gently forward above the Oriental.
Brian squeezed the huge rod in his hand, making it swell and strain against the pressure, then very gently he pushed the wide knob against Su Ling's cunt lips, making her gasp as the thick wedge of swollen prick forced her quim wide apart. She was just beginning to get the feel of the large head, when Alex put his hand on the small of her back and brutally pushed her downwards.
She cried out as the rigid cock rammed itself inside her, filling her vagina to the brim. Fortunately Alex's frigging had already released some of her juices, and after the initial shock, she was soon enjoying the feel of Houei's magnificent cock jammed into her sex passage. He started to push his hips upwards, at the same time reaching up to fondle her temptingly hanging titties. Her breath began to come in gasps as she rode up and down on the throbbing rod, her downward movement meeting Houei's upward thrusts.
She had forgotten about Alex until she felt a tingling pain on her butt cheeks. Looking up, she saw an incredible sight. He was standing over her, whip in hand, his gray eyes alive with excitement. Brian was on his knees in front of him. He had taken Alex's massive penis out of his trousers, and had crammed the swollen knob in his mouth and was sucking on it for all he was worth. Su Ling just had time to see Michaele, sitting as still as a statue in his chair, his eyes hypnotized by the scene in front of him, before the whip Alex was wielding came down again on her exposed buttocks.
Quickly, she began to slide up and down on Houei's near-bursting prick, realizing that if one slowed up, Alex would lash out even harder. Her ass cheeks were beginning to smart, but the pain seemed to excite her even further. She was on the brink of an orgasm, and knew that Houei wasn't far away either. His head rolling from side to side, he was pushing himself up into Su Ling at an ever increasing speed, groaning as his spunk started to rise.
Alex's whip was coming down on her quivering buttocks faster now, causing the skin to turn a fiery red. Brian's sucking of his prick was having the desired effect, and he could sense the rising sperm in his rigid fleshy rod. He swung the whip once more with terrific force, and at the same time pushed himself forward, ramming his spewing sex stick deep into the back of Brian's throat, filling it with creamy sperm.
As the cruel whip lashed onto her already well whipped butt, Su Ling gave a cry of pain and ecstasy, releasing her abundant cream in one long, helpless, spunking orgasm. At the same ,time Houei's hips strained frantically upwards, discharging his own wave of spunk into Su Ling's well fucked vagina, his fingers digging cruelly into her soft breasts.
At last, they came to an end, and nothing was heard in the large room except their heavy, panting respiration.
CHAPTER THREE
As she packed her light suitcase, Su Ling felt a little sad. It was such a pity that a nice looking fellow like Edwin was under suspicion from Washington. It had been a shock to the girl when she had been told by Alex himself that Lieutenant Edwin Mc Cullough was being investigated for something that happened when he was the military attache at the American Consulate in Vietnane. She hadn't asked for any details, being a very discreet girl. Besides, she trusted Alex implicitly and her training had taught her not to ask unnecessary questions.
Su Ling shivered at the thought that she was going to be spending quite a few days in the company of somebody who might well be in the pay of the Reds. But danger and excitement were essential to her nature, and she was prepared to take the risk of such cravings. Born in a war-torn country, her mother had been a bar girl and her father a nameless, Frenchman. Endowed with above average intelligence as well as many physical charms Su Ling had decided long ago that she was going to make her life as efficient and comfortable as possible. And she had succeeded in accomplishing the impossible, rising from the mass of refugees jostling in Saigon's crammed back streets to become one of the most trusted agents at the service of American Intelligence in South east Asia, leading the kind of life that satisfied her secret desires....
Closing the suitcase sharply, she sighed. She liked this blonde, all-American boy a great deal. But if Alex had doubts about him, well, he would know how to deal with him. Nevertheless, it was a most delicate situation!
As for the subject of Su Ling's thoughts, Alex Knight he was pacing up and down his sitting room with a glass of whisky in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He had just given his last instructions to Brian Slattery who was flying out to Hong Kong the next morning. So far, everything .seemed to be under control, but for reasons which he couldn't fathom, he felt uneasy.
He had experienced these periods of unease from the beginning of this Li Xieng business. The disposal of the Laotian official, and the business of ensuring that none of the information he wished to sell arrived in Saigon, had been difficult. Vientiane was just too near and it was sheer bad luck that this Lieutenant Mc Cullough had then been recommended to his staff in such a way that he had no grounds for refusing him. And now he wasn't! too sure if he had managed to persuade the Lieutenant that what had been done in Vientiane had very good reasons.
He couldn't forget the questioning glance Mc Cullough had given him that day in his office when the matter had been brought up. If he, Alex Knight, was any judge, this Li Xieng affair still rankled in the Lieutenant's mind. And it was that which made him dangerous.
Alex stepped in front of a large glass mirror which reflected his handsome features. Steel gray, determined eyes gazed steadily back at him. No, there was no question but that Lieutenant Edwin Mc Cullough must go. His own hard-won position as head of V.I S. must not be threatened by a mere military attache from Laos.
He turned away from the mirror and resumed his pacing up and down the room, thoughts whirling thorough his mind in rapid succession. The telephone rang, and picking up the receiver he immediately recognized Michael Shelby's voice.
"Alex, I've been thinking about the Hong Kong business. I'm worried," he said. "I think I ought to have gone instead of Brian. He's drinking too much these days."
"We've been over this before," Alex answered. "I want you here in Saigon for the reasons we have already discussed. Now to go bed and don't worry. I've got everything under control."
He hung off abruptly. It was dangerous to talk too much on the telephone, and Michael should know better than to call him on matters that had already been settled!
He poured himself another glass of whisky. It was about his tenth that evening, but his hand when he lifted the glass, was as steady as a rock. Unlike Brian, drink didn't affect him unduly. If anything, it sharpened his perception. It was a tribute to his physical stamina that he had survived so many years of leading a double life so well. Indeed, the constant strain would have broken many a lesser man!
Again, he thought about what Michael had just told him. Undoubtedly, Brian was drinking more than was good for him these days. He liked the man basically, and his homosexuality fitted in with his own bisexual experiments. But he couldn't be allowed to endanger the unique position in which he found himself. With a little presumptuousness, he wondered if there were many instances where a head of Intelligence Services was in fact working for a foreign power. It was a situation to which Alex Knight had devoted a large part of his life to attain. And no one must stand in his way....
Edwin looked over Su Ling's shoulder at the city of Hong Kong spread out gracefully like a peacock fan beneath them. He could smell the perfume on Su Ling's black silky hair, and again he felt the strong sexual attraction that surrounded the girl like an invisible but highly potent cloak. The place was rapidly losing height and as it swooped down for landing at Kai Tak airport, stretching like a long finger of land into the harbor, the Lieutenant and his lovely companion felt their hearts flipping as the wheels began to lower and all they could see was water rushing by on either side of the plane.
Having experienced the chaos of some other Asian airports, Edwin was amazed at the efficiency and tranquility of Kai Tak. They got through customs and passport barriers without difficulty and were soon being driven to the Merlin Hotel, a comfortable, though quite modest hotel in the Kow-loon section.
Alone in their room, Su Ling was amused by Edwin's shyness. He looked back as she took off her shoes and dress and fell back on the bed unashamed of her partial nudity.
"Well, we've arrived," she said. "And for a young man passionate enough to marry an Eurasian you are quite reserved, my dear Edwin. I assure you I shall make a very good Oriental wife, and look at you adoringly time we are out together. But you will have to play your part as well, Lieutenant!"
Edwin turned and looked at the girl lying on one of the two beds in the comfortable room, looking lovelier and more exciting than ever.
"I'm sorry if I seem a bit tense," he said apologetically. "This is, after all. my first assignment. I'm not entirely used to the idea of being married to you, and in Hong Kong, of all cities!"
Su Ling laughed her adorable, pearly laughter. "You'll soon get used to it, dear boy! Come here! Let's start from the beginning. . . "
There was an unmistakable promise in her dark velvety eyes and Edwin moved over to her, as if drawn by a powerful magnet hidden in those liquid pools of night. He ran his fingers through her long, silky hair, cuddling her like a small child and he pressed hard against her, full breasts heaving against him with rapidly increased breathing. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her back, and strained at the smooth roundness of her buttocks, feeling their firmness beathed the silken panties.
She looked up at him, her face glowing and intent, her lips slightly parted and moistly beckoning. His mouth covered hers and she groaned softly as she felt the familiar tension building between her legs, a tingling sensation wetting her warm cunt.
He leaned back on the bed and pulled her alongside of him and she could feel the hard bulge of his throbbing trim legs and his hands reached the slight bulge of her thighs. Her skin felt soft and pliable beneath his fingers and he squeezed the smooth, supple flesh, kneading it like a baker would dough. He continued to kiss her, running his lips over her face while his hands traced the contours of her small shapely body, the narrowness of her waist, until his fingers closed around the fleshy, ripe bulbs of her breasts encased in the flimsy lace of her bra.
"Oooohh," she groaned," That's wonderful!" as she felt his fingers searching through her bra cup for the outline of her tiny nipples and he squeezed them firmly, insistently.
His hands were tenderly fondling her scantily clad breasts, massaging them until her breathing betrayed her anxiously yearning. He reached behind her and unclasped her brassiere. Her breasts fell free and stood out proudly from her body. The skin of her voluptuous titties was taut, puckering only slightly around the pinkish-brown nipples, and he moved his mouth voraciously down her shoulders, sucking in the hollows until the flesh reddened. His lips reached the curve of her breasts and he drew the nipples into his mouth, sucking them in like a whirlpool.
"Ooooh, that's good, Edwin," she moaned helplessly, the sensual feelings controlling her whole body as she pressed closer to him.
Her skin was so smooth, so softly flawless that he wanted to devour her, kiss every inch of exposed flesh, make her tremble with the same consuming desire that was firing his loins.
She could feel his rock-hard prick jerk against his trousers and into the softness of her thigh. She wanted to reach down and take it in her hands, but her arms were pinned against the bed, so she lay passive, enjoying the delicious feelings flooding through her being.
Edwin slid his hand down over her hips, feeling the soft bulge of flesh of her thighs, kneading the taut muscles into relaxation. His fingers inched their way up the silky smoothness of her flesh up to the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She gasped as they probed under the elastic and grasped the soft, trembling flesh of her buttocks.
He felt as if his trousers would burst from the hot, hard rod jerking inside them, and with his other hand he undid the zipper of his fly and freed his huge, pulsing prick. She could feel it against her legs and it felt wonderfully thick and throbbing. His hands pressed her buttocks into his loins firmly, letting his hard organ jerk between her thighs feeling her trembling with anticipated lust. At last, he slid his hand around her from behind, under the panties, and tickled at the sensitive lips of her vagina, feeling the moisture of her passion as it lubricated her into readiness.
"Oh God," he groaned, "Su Ling, I want you so much!"
His finger slipped between her aching vaginal lips and entered the long, moist slit of flesh, searching for the deep hidden well inside. She could feel the pressure of his hands and his finger and she gasped at the tingling sensation he was creating. She could feel the hardness of his middle finger probing into her, wiggling inside her cunt, stirring animal emotions deep inside her, and she moaned aloud, urging him to go on with his tentative caresses.
His finger dug deeper inside her and his thumb rubbed against the sensitive bud of her clitty. He worked his finger back and forth, widening her passage as her breathing became heavier and more erratic. His penis seemed to be bursting and he wanted to plunge into her beckoning depths, brutally, with complete abandon, but he checked his own rising passions until she would be ready to receive him.
He slipped his fingers from her vagina and pulled at her thin silk panties, slipping them over her hips and kicking at them until they lay around her ankles. She quivered all over in her exquisite nudity and with a slight movement of a tiny foot, got rid of the briefs. He kissed her breasts, sucking at the nipples and ran his tongue down over her belly. He though that he would soon erupt, have his orgasm before he was even inside her and he knew that he would not be able to wait much longer, he had to fuck her now!
He quickly undid the buckle of his trousers and wiggled his hips until he was able to work them off with his feet, still holding her tightly against him.
His fingers slipped back to her vagina and she squirmed against him like a sensual cat. Her hand went out and reached for his massive, swelling rod, tracing the purplish-blue veins until she arrived to the throbbing crown. She felt the sticky oozing of his semen and knew that he wasn't very far from his climax.
Edwin loved the way she was caressing him, running her tiny fingers gently over his jerking cock, stroking his genitals lovingly, unashamedly, then bringing the rigid member to her welcoming cunt.
She breathed his name, moaning with the pressure of his fingers into her warm. Moist channel, her own desires rising to fever pitch as the head flicked at her clitty excitingly. She opened her eyes slightly, and let her thighs fall loosely apart offering herself to him.
He moved up on her body, forcing his hips between the soft, smooth bulges of her thighs and bringing the swollen knob of his penis to her tight, moist opening. His huge rod moved between her legs, hesitating at the brim of her cavity, forcing the tight elastic ring of flesh to spread as he inched his way into her moist, aching channel. Then, he felt an indescribable flood of relief sweep over him as he let his weight press against her hips and thighs and thrust into her, slowly, deliberately, skewering into her harder and harder.
She writhed in mounting excitement as he paned and groaned above her, and his hands dug into the firm cheeks of her buttocks, pulling her hips up toward him as he thrust violently into her elastic channel. Her legs flailed wildly on either side of his hips in an effort to ease the pressure of his huge throbbing prick. He locked her hips into his as the flood of his climax swept through his loins and he began to jerk out his hot sperm into her waiting belly, shooting, shooting deeper and deeper into her, flooding her with its hot, scalding jets of cream.
"Oooohhh!" She groaned as she felt his wild jerking and her own uncontrollable spasms rocketing her into the bliss of orgasm. He was releasing his hot living sperm into her and she panted wildly in the throes of a shattering ecstasy until he finally relaxed against her, his penis deflated slightly in her flooded cunt.
A moment later, Su Ling lit a cigarette, and stretched herself on the soft bed. She could hear Edwin whistling in the shower room and felt she could, given the right circumstances, enjoy herself in Hong Kong. However, she remembered Alex's warning. She wasn't here on holiday....
CHAPTER FOUR
After a restless night, Edwin Mc Cullough woke up as dawn was creeping into the sky. He looked across at the other bed and could see Su Ling's black hair sprayed out over the pillow. Desire stirred in his loins, but he didn't move. Deliberately, he switched his mind from the girl lying so invitingly naked, the sheets having .slid down her round buttocks and wrapped around her knees, but the young Lieutenant forced himself to think of the Hong Kong mission.
It was fairly simple. He and Su Ling were to get on friendly terms with a certain Mister Chen who ran a sleazy cabaret in one of the worst districts of Kowloon. The man was suspected by the British authorities to be a Red Chinese, and art of a very successful spy ring which operated in Southeast Asia.
Mister Chen occupied a little apartment above The Sinful Den, which was the name of the club which he operated. Somehow, he and Su Ling had to penetrate the place when its occupant wasn't present to discover what secrets-if any-it held. Mister Chen was supposed to be a very clever and dangerous fellow, very cruel with his victims and merciless with whom ever dared put his noise into his affairs. He also had strong ties with the Hong Kong police....
Brian arrived at the hotel while they were having breakfast in the dining room. They saw him getting out of a taxi outside the hotel. He was laughing and talking to the driver, a young, slender Chinese boy. Brian was wearing a light flannel suit which flattered his slim build, and he gave the impression of being in high spirits. At least ac far as Edwin and Su Ling could see through the dining room windows.
"Lover-boy looks well," Su Ling whispered mischievously. "Let's hope he stays that way!"
Edwin smiled across at her, but didn't answer. They didn't see Brian again until later that evening when they prepared to go out to pay a "friendly" little visit to "The Sinful Den" and Mister Chen. Since they were not supposed to openly be acquainted with Brian, they simply passed him by, noticing that he was getting loaoed at the bar.
As they drove down the busy, picturesque streets of the city, Edwin felt reassured by the feel of his gun in its armpit holster, and the knife strapped on the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He didn't need to ask if Su Ling was carrying a gun, he knew she never moved without it. He had already ascertained that the girl had been on an extensive espionage course in Saigon, and that in case of an emergency, she would be more of a help than a hindrance.
He looked sideways at her as the taxi rolled slowly along the streets, jostling its way in the endless stream of colorful humanity. She was wearing a tight fitting black Chinese dress, made of a shiny material which clung to her shapely figure with delightful nonchalance. Her golden thigh showed almost to her panties through the slit at the side of her garment. Her black shiny hair rippled over her shoulders and her face looked lovely and serene. He decided, not for the first time that she was quite something.
The emaciated little old man dressed in traditional Chinese costume was Mister Chen himself. His beady eyes examined suspiciously the attractive young couple, and the look he gave Su Ling made Edwin's blood freeze in his veins at the heinous contempt it conveyed. However, he smiled politely and led them to a table quite close to the floor, and told them that he hoped they would enjoy the show.
The place was crammed with a mixed crowd, some middle-aged businessman who had come looking for easy thrills, quite a few sailors and the usual bar girls you expected to find in such a place. One girl in particular arrested Edwin's attention as soon as he saw her. She moved around slowly, sensuously, like a cat, letting the men admire the sleekness of her firm, young body clad in a tight-fitting Chinese dress. Her breasts appeared to be quite full and they jiggled slightly as she moved, revealing the fact that she was not wearing a brassiere.
As she passed by their table, she was laughing at something her partner had said a very Scandinavian-looking middle aged man her face was vitally alive, and her slanting dark eyes were full of mischief. Edwin guessed that she must be very young, probably in her teens.
Mister Chen, who was still standing by their table, noticed Edwin's interest in the girl.
"That's my daughter, I think you're looking at," he said in a strangely hollow voice. "It's her birthday and I'm allowing her to entertain some of our guests before she goes to England to complete her studies She's very popular with most of our regular customers already, although she has to be in bed by midnight. She's only seventeen and my most precious possession."
"She's a beautiful girl!" Edwin murmured. "What's her name?"
"May ... She looks very much like her late mother. Now I must leave you ... Enjoy yourselves!"
He walked away and his place was taken by a smiling Chinese girl who took their order of drinks. Edwin and Su Ling were laughing and talking like all the people around, but their conversation would have surprised the other customers of "The Sinful Den" if they had overheard.
"Now. have you got it straight?" Edwin was asking Su Ling.
She nodded her head, smiling. "When the show starts, you will disappear. If anyone asks where you are, I shall say you have gone out to get some fresh air because you were feeling ill. If you haven't returned by midnight, I am to get out of this place the best way I can and contact Brian at the hotel, telling him something has gone wrong. Right?"
Edwin leaned over the table and kissed her on the lips. "Perfect. But don't forget the time. If I am not back on or before the stroke of midnight, you are to get out. As you know from the diagrams we were shown, Mister Chen's apartment is not very large. It shouldn't take me more than fifteen minutes to make a thorough search. Mister Chen will be most busy at the time of the show ... It's a pity about the daughter, May, though, obviously Saigon hadn't been told of her existence. But in the event, it shouldn't make any difference."
Su Ling looked at Edwin's serious blue eyes. "Don't worry," she said. "I'll watch the time."
She was thinking to herself that she would be sorry if Edwin was proved to be a traitor. She found it very difficult to believe, and so far she hadn't detected anything about him to suggest he was in love with Communist Intelligence. Perhaps Alex had made a mistake ... She sure hoped so....
Edwin Mc Cullough rapidly made his way to the back of the club as the lights dimmed and the floor show started. He knew there was a door covered by a curtain with led to the private apartment of Mister Chen. Everyone's attention had been diverted by the beginning of the show, and in semi-darkness, he reached the curtained wall without being questioned, unaware of the slitted hateful eyes of Mister Chen following him in his move.
He felt behind the heavy brocade and located the door handle. It was open and he slipped through, quietly closing it behind him. He found himself at the foot of a dimly lit narrow flight of stairs, and he ran up them, his rubber-soled shoes hardly making a sound. Remembering the plan which he had memorized, he turned right at the top and stopped outside a wooden door. Taking a bunch of skeleton keys from his pocket, he bent down towards the lock. As he did so, he felt a presence behind him, but it was too late. Something crashed down on the back of his head, and he slumped to the floor half unconscious.
Whoever had hit him opened the door and dragged him inside the room. His head spinning, but he hadn't completely lost consciousness, and was aware that a rope was being tied to one of his wrists, and someone was searching his pockets. Then he heard the door click again and he was alone in the darkness.
But Lieutenant Mc Cullough was no weakling. The blow, which would have knocked out a lot of men for some time, hadn't had the same effect on him. Although he felt dizzy his brain already clearing, and in spite of the throbbing pain in his head he forced himself to think.
There was something wrong; he could have sworn that no one had seen him coming up those stairs. He had seen Mister Chen talking to someone behind the club bar before he had slipped through the door behind the curtain. Certainly, none of the busy waiters had noticed him. There could be only one answer, he had been expected!
He felt through his pockets. His gun had been removed, but the small knife still nestled in its sheath strapped to his inside pocket. In the darkness, he felt the rope on his wrist and discovered that he was tied to a heavy piece of furniture. It was obvious by the hurried way he had been searched and tied by only one hand, that it wasn't intended he be left alone for very long. He would have to move fast.
He cut through the rope and stood up, swaying in the darkness. Then he moved towards the faint crack of light showing underneath the door. It was locked and they had taken away his keys.
Quickly he got to work with his knife, and it didn't take him long to undo the lock. He stepped into the passageway, shook his head like a dog, and off towards the stairs. He had only taken a few paces when Mister Chen appeared round the corner. He simply hadn't heard him for the old Chinese wore light slippers, but the surprise was mutual for Mister Chen hadn't been aware of his presence in the narrow passageway either.
The old man was quick as his hand flashed towards the inside of his robe, reaching for his gun. Edwin still had the throwing knife, and he knew how to use it. His hand went back over his shoulder and in one swift movement, he hurled the shining blade at the man. But Mister Chen was too quick, and flattened himself against the wall. The knife should have shot harmlessly into the air, but it didn't.
At that precise moment, Mister Chen's daughter, May, turned the corner and the wicked steel caught her throat, burying itself deep into her slender neck.
For a split second, the scene represented a horrible tableau. Mister Chen and Edwin gazed in horror at the young girl who stood with her delicate hands around the handle of the knife in her throat, her eyes wide with terror, blood pouring from the fatal wound and splashing onto her white Chinese dress. Then, with a gurgling cry, she fell forward, her grief-stricken catching her before she hit the ground.
After that, things moved quickly. The old Chinese let go of his daughter's dead body and pointed his gun at Edwin, but his face had gone deathly pale and his wrinkled hand was shaking so much that the first shot from the silencer missed its target Edwin hurled himself at the man, and swung his hand in a deadly karate chop on the side of his head. Mister Chen fell stunned to the ground, toppling on his daughter's body. Blood poured from the girl's fatal wound, covering both father and daughter. They formed a macabre tableau and Edwin winced as he sped past them and down the stairs. He hadn't a moment to lose.
He emerged on the other side of the curtain, and for a moment stood breathing heavily. The music was playing loud and people were dancing again. He could see Su Ling looking at her watch, still sitting at their table. Then, with a quick determined movement she got up and made for the door. He walked rapidly around the edge of the table and caught up with her as she was pushing the swinging doors open. Catching hold of her arm, he propelled her swiftly into the street and into a taxi, telling the driver to take them to the Merlin Hotel.
"My God, Edwin," Su Ling whispered. "What happened? I waited until ten past twelve. I just couldn't bear to think something had gone wrong. But you look terrible!"
Edwin didn't reply, but he looked meaningfully at the driver. As soon as they arrived at the hotel, they made straight for their room. There was a light shining under the door, and Edwin held Su Ling's arm as she was about to insert the key.
"I don't remember us leaving the light on," he whispered. Then he took the key from her hand and gently inserted it into the lock. As he thought, it was already unlocked. He pushed Su Ling to one side of the door, and then stood back on the other side, his back to the wall. Reaching out he turned the door handle and pushed it open. Thanks God, the corridor was empty so they shouldn't arouse anybody's curiosity.
For a moment, there was complete silence, and then they heard Brian's voice. "Is there anyone there?" he called uncertainly.
Both Edwin and Su Ling grinned at one another across the space of the open door, and then they walked inside, greatly relieved ... Brian Slattery was sitting in an arm chair, and he was pointing a gun directly at them.
Edwin closed the door and walked towards him. "You can put that away, Brian, it's only us. But what on earth are you doing in our room? I thought we weren't supposed to make direct contact!"
Brian was wearing the same suit in which he had arrived. His legs were crossed elegantly, but his face looked grim.
"Stay right where you are, Lieutenant." he snapped in a cool tone. "Su Ling stand to one side, you might get hurt my dear."
Su Ling went quietly over to her bed and sat on the edge. So, this was it, she thought. Edwin
Mc Cullough had betrayed himself. But if he was, in fact, a spy, he was also a very good actor. She was looking at his face which expressed sheer blank surprise.
"Brian, what the hell ... " For a moment, Edwin was lost for words, and then for no apparent reason, his mind flashed to the combat school. He saw once again the instructor, a smile on his face as he balanced the grenade in his hand preparing to throw it at him. Then the flash and the bang, and the thought, as he was hurled to the ground, that the man had intended to kill him. Then, there had been this warm reception at Mister Chen's. It all fitted in. Someone was trying to get rid of him. But who could it be? And then, like a thunder bolt, the truth hit him with a forceful impact.
It was that Li Xieng business! It couldn't be anything else! He distinctly remembered Alex Knight's evasiveness on the subject, and his reluctance to discuss the incident. At the time, he had imagined it was security that was keeping Knight quiet, but it wasn't that. The V.I.S. chief had been simply embarrassed by his arrival from Laos as a bona fide candidate for his staff. "They had been determined to get rid of him ever since he joined V.I.S. in Saigon!
Brian saw the different expressions flashing in Edwin's face, and knew that the man was guessing the truth. He had to get him out of the way before Su Ling noticed anything strange.
"There is a car waiting for us outside the hotel, Lieutenant," he said in an icy, controlled voice. "We will walk out arm in arm, two Americans being friendly in a foreign land. I shall have a gun pointed at you and at the slightest sign of resistance, you will be shot dead. Now turn around."
Edwin looked appealingly across at Su Ling and was about to speak when Brian interrupted. "Don't talk. Just do as I say."
He shrugged, and turned to face the door as he had been instructed. But his mind was racing. He had got the whole picture now. Knight, Brian Slattery, and God knows who else must be communist agents. It was such an incredible thought that the head of an Intelligence Service should be a spy that his brain reeled in an attempt to grasp all the implications. As he walked out of the hotel room, Brian's arm through his, he caught sight of Su Ling's eyes fixed sadly on him. He felt sure that she wasn't aware of the true circumstances, and they had probably told her that he was in the pay of a foreign power. It was all very clever....
They emerged on the hotel steps and a car immediately moved off from further up the street and stopped in front of them. The door opened and Edwin was propelled inside. There was another man in the back of the car. As far as he could see, he was fairly young, and Chinese. There was only the driver in the front of the vehicle, and he hadn't had time to see him. Anyway, all those yellow-faced Orientals looked alike! The Chinese in the back also had a gun in hand. They weren't taking any chances, he thought bitterly.
The car sped through Hong's tortuous streets in an unknown direction. Edwin was convinced that if he didn't do something, and fast, this would be his last ride. He turned to Brian Slattery.
"There's not a hope of your getting away with this, Brian. Someone in Saigon or even in Washington will want to know what's happened to me."
"My dear fellow," the homosexual smirked. "In this business no one asks too many questions. They are too afraid of the answers. Now shut up and keep still."
Edwin tensed. He knew Slattery was perfectly right. Any story could be concocted about his disappearance, and there would be few questions asked. It may be regarded in some quarters as a pity, but nothing more.
The car veered off the main road, and trees began to appear and a scenery of fields and villages, ringed by the Nine Dragon mountain range, reminiscent of mainland China. And then the car came to an abrupt stop and Edwin was hustled forward with two guns pointing at his back.
There was not a friendly soul soon they were following a series of winding paths that Edwin knew led to cliff tops. There was the sound of waterfalls, but they could not be seen in the dark. As they climbed higher, the noise of splashing water faded. The young Chinese was breathing heavily, but Brian Slattery was climbing with ease. Before they got to the top, Edwin had worked out what they intended to do with him.
They were very high now and nearing the summit of the cliffs. Just above him on his right, Edwin could make out stone steeps leading up to a wooden building perched on top of a cliff. This he remembered was a kind of ski lift which took tourists for a ride across some lovely parts of the Nine Dragon mountain.
Edwin paused, as if to regain breath, and immediately Slattery prodded him from the rear with his gun.
"Just a little further, my friend. Don't stop now," he said. His voice was perfectly measured which indicated that in spite of his heavy drinking, he kept himself fit. The young Chinese on the other hand was panting loudly. He wiped the perspiration off his brow with the back of the hand holding the gun. It was the opportunity Edwin had been waiting for. He swung a backhander into the man's face, his knuckles crashing into the bridge of the Chinese's nose with a sickening crack, and at the same time chopped downwards with his other hand onto Slattery's gun arm.
With a cry, the young Chinese toppled backwards down the steep path which they had just climbed, and Slattery cursed as the gun he was holding spun out of his hand, his arm going numb from the blow. Edwin leapt for the stone steps and raced to the top. As he ducked behind the wooden building, there was a cough from below and a bullet thudded into the woodwork. Slattery picked up his gun and was shooting with his left hand.
Desperately, Edwin hurled himself at the door of the hut that housed the ski lift machinery. It gave way with a splintering crash and he was inside. It was very dark, but he didn't dare try and find the light switch. Slattery couldn't be far away, and he couldn't make of himself a sit in target. And then he found what he was looking for. It was a large, shiny metal lever. He pulled in downwards and was rewarded with an instant rumble of machinery. The ski lift was in action.
He looked through the window and saw that one of the chair lifts was already taking off. It swung over the edge of the cliff and into the darkness. The next one would rescind onto the cliff edge at any minute. Rapidly, he swung window open and waited. As the chair came down from the blackness above, he balanced himself on the window sill, and when he had judged the right moment, he hurled himself at the moving chair. He missed his aim, and instead of landing somewhere on top of it, he found himself grasping the iron ledge intended as foot rest. Then he was being dragged along the rocky ground and soon was hanging in space hundreds of feet above the Kowloon valley.
After the clank of machinery, and the whine of Slattery's silence, it was very quiet. His arms were already aching, but he reckoned he could hold on until he reached the other side. There was nothing but darkness below. The chair was tilted dangerously forward by the weight of his body hanging onto the foot rest, but it traveled smoothly enough. He would have to watch out for the landing stage, he realized, and then it happened.
The lift stopped, and he was left dangling in mid-air. Brian must have found the lever that switched off the machinery. In spite of his aching limbs, Edwin frantically began to swing his body backwards and forwards in an attempt to get his feet up on the chair lift, so that he could get into it properly. The strain was probing too much, and he knew that if he continued hanging in mid-air for much longer, he would be forced to let go and plunge into the depths below.
Panting laboriously, he hauled himself upwards, and succeeded in getting onto the chair. His cracking muscles ached terribly, but he felt greatly relieved. As his breathing quieted to normal, the sound of machinery again broke the deathly silence of the night. Almost immediately, the lift jerked into life, traveling back the way he had come. The bastards! He thought desperately trying to find an escape route.
He looked upwards and saw the chairs above moving in the opposite direction following the rotary system of the ski lift. He didn't ponder for long. As the next dark shape came into view, he balanced precariously on the seat of the chair lift. If he missed, he would fall to a certain death. With a strength born of desperation, he leapt upwards. For a moment, he thought he had hopelessly misjudged, and then his fingers were grasping the cold steel of the foot rest. Once again, Lieutenant Mc Cullough was in the same position he was in when he first launched himself over the cliff edge. But this time, there wasn't much to travel. And in a matter of seconds, he was dragged clear of the dark void that had nearly claimed him.
He grinned in the dark at the thought of Slattery's reaction when the chair lift would arrive empty. He hoped they would think he had fallen off, and they would go back after all. He knew his situation was still desperate. When no mutilated body turned up next morning, they would be after him again.
But Edwin had quickly learned to live for the moment, and looking at the faraway lights of Hong Kong, a city of hope and despair, he felt with childish wonder his pulse beating with amazing vitality....
CHAPTER FIVE
Alexander Knight stood up, smiling affably, as Major Frank Carter, head of V.I.S. and Colonel Douglas Sherwin, in charge of V.I.6 entered his office. None of the nervousness he felt about the meeting showed on his face. As soon as they were seated Frank Carter spoke up.
"What the hell has been happening in Hong Kong, Knight? We've had reports that one of your men, Lieutenant Edwin Mc Cullough, has disappeared in Hong Kong. Just what is going on there? Considering our three departments are supposed to be coordinated, Sherwin here, and myself, appear to be abysmally ignorant on the subject."
Alexander waved an elegant hand in the air, a gesture that annoyed Major Carter even more. It wasn't for the fact that he had heard reports, straight from the horse's mouth so to speak, he would have believed that Knight was a pansy.
As it was, Frank Carter's present mistress knew differently, so he couldn't accuse the man of that. Which was the trouble. He disliked Knight, and had disliked him ever since he started on his meteoric rise to his present position as head of Intelligence. But he would get him yet, the man must have an Achilles' Heel somewhere. It was just a question of finding it. Perhaps the Hong Kong affair might bring something to light that would discredit Knight in the eyes of his immediate superiors.
Alexander rapidly decided how he was going to handle the two irate men.
"Gentlemen," he said smiling. "Let me explain, and then you can ask questions. The situation is not so complicated as you are inclined to believe. But first, allow me to offer you a drink."
Both men refused, so he continued. "As you are aware, British Intelligence officers had been having trouble with a Communist spy ring based in Hong Kong. From very proper sources, we were led to believe that certain vital information concerning the present situation in Vietnam and the troubles in Southeast Asia was being filtered through this particular spy ring. We received our orders to investigate the matter directly from Washington.
"As you know, I sent Brian Slattery, Su Ling and Lieutenant Edwin Mc Cullough out there. Miss Su Ling and Slattery are now back in Saigon, having failed in their mission because of Lieutenant Mc Culloughs' behavior. For reasons that I cannot disclose right now, I was already suspicious the man, and I warned Miss Ling and Brian before they left South Vietnam. It appears that my suspicious were justified. Brian Slattery came upon indisputable evidence that Mc Cullough was working for the other side. The evidence will be produced in a report I am preparing. Of course, the Lieutenant has disappeared and all searches proved fruitless in this regard. Due to Mc Cullough's behavior, I had to withdraw the other two from Hong Kong immediately."
For a moment, there was silence, and then Major Carter exploded "Good God, Knight do you mean to say you sent a man suspected of being an agent out to Hong Kong on an mission that I am told was highly important to the security of our troops in Vietnam?"
"I only had suspicion as I have .said," Alex replied in a cold voice. "There was no proof. Now there is, and I believed my action in sending him to Hong Kong to be justified."
Colonel Sherwin broke in "I find it quite incredible," he said. "Lieutenant Mc Cullough was highly recommended by high government officials in Washington. It seems impossible to believe that he was working for the Communists! Such a proper looking fellow!"
"Surely your experiences in Intelligence have made you realize that nothing is impossible?" Alex asked, his gray twinkling with a merriment that he wasn't in fact feeling.
"Well, I suppose so." the Colonel replied. "But even so ... I wonder what Washington will think of this. . . "
"Washington has already been informed of this regrettable incident," Alex said brusquely, "now gentlemen, if you would excuse me...."
The two men got up as he rose from his desk. At the door, Major Carter turned. "I don't like the aspect of this ... I shall make inquires on my own behalf I would like you to know that I am not satisfied with what you have told us."
"As you wish, Major, replied, an edge to his voice. "But would like to remind you that I am nominally in charge of V.I.4, your department, and therefore your superior. I didn't know it was normal in our procedures to question the actions of one's superior."
Never before had he pulled the question of rank in his relations with the two men. But he must dampen Carter's curiosity at all Costs, even if he had to in directly threaten him.
The Major blew out his cheeks and turned an angry red. For a moment he looked as if he was about to explode. Then without saying a word, he followed Colonel Sherwin out of the room, slamming the door violently behind him.
Alex poured himself a strong whisky. He felt as though he needed it.
On his way home that night by taxi, Alex brooded on the problems that seemed to be mounting. Everything had gone so smoothly for so long, that he found it hard to believe that time was drawing near when he would have to cut all ties with the West and get out. If he could.!
The taxi drew up outside the spacious home he occupied in one of the most residential sections of Saigon. As he was paying the driver, he noticed another car that drove slowly past them an ordinary car that contained two men. Alex wasn't sure, but he had the feeling that he had seen this car before. In spite of his preoccupations, he was highly trained in his line of work and remained alert at all times.
As he let himself into the house, he pondered cn the subject of the car. If he was being followed, who was it that was following him? He decided to keep a sharper watch the next time he traveled around Saigon's busy streets.
Houei took his coat. "Miss Cathy Plummer is waiting for you, sir," the Oriental said with a sly smile.
"Oh, good," Alex replied absently. He was still thinking about the car. As he entered the spacious living room its warm colors, subdued lighting and exquisite decoration gave him an immediate sense of pleasure. Alex Knight was a sensualist and this was his only weakness.
The man reveled in the feel of silk, leather, women's perfumed skin. And of course, he was fascinated by every aspect of the sexual act. Of course, his epicurean tastes would seem completely at odds with his devotion to Communism and all that it entailed. He was thoroughly disillusioned with the Western society in which he lived and held its materialistic aims in deep contempt. And yet, the thought had never occurred to him that maybe it was his own bizarre sensuality and obsession with sex that could be regarded as decadent.
A girl rose from the settee to greet him. Her blonde hair was parted down the middle and tied on the nape of her neck with a ribbon. She was slim and exquisitely pretty, with large blue eyes and sensitive lips. Alex had known her for about a month, and she gave every indication of being infatuated with him.
Cathy watched him come through the door, a preoccupied expression on his handsome face. Alex was right when he thought her infatuated with him. She was, and had already admitted the fact to herself. They had met at a reception in Saigon where. Cathy worked as a nurse in a military hospital, and quickly the girl had fallen under the spell of his charm. Alex Knight simply fascinated her. And she often thought to herself that she would give anything to know just exactly what he was thin king on certain occasions.
"Hello, Alex," she said, walking over to him, leaning her head against his chest. "Hope haven't forgotten I was coming."
"No, of course not!" Alex replied, stroking her silky hair gently, enjoying the feel of the smooth strands. Actually, he had forgotten all about the girl, but now he was glad she was here. He had been through a trying day, and he needed something to divert his mind. He bent down and picked the girl up in his arms. Cathy was remarkably light. He walked with her towards the bedroom door which was open. As soon as they were inside, he slammed the door shut with his foot, and dropped Cathy onto the wide bed, then stood looking down at her.
Cathy felt the blood beginning to pound at her temples. This wasn't the first time she had gone to bed with Alex, but on every occasion it had happened, she had felt the same wild excitement. As he sat down on the edge of the bed and bent down to take off his shoes, she put her arm around his waist her hand wandering down between his legs.
She could feel the large cock already throbbing with life under his trousers, and squeezed her legs together, forcing the silk of her panties to rub against her desiring pussy. He was undressed before she had taken off any of her clothes, and stood by the side of the bed, slim, muscled, his tool jutting its huge length from between his legs.
Cathy rolled over to the edge of the bed, and reaching up, caught hold of the swelling sex organ. Immediately, it jerked upwards in her slim hand, the foreskin peeling back to reveal the large red crown glistening in the half-light that filtered through the windows from the last rays of the sun. With a little cry, she pushed the swollen knob into her mouth, the sour taste of prick juice covering her tongue.
Alex began to push his cock deep into the girl's throat excitedly. That was one thing he liked about Cathy, she was always ready to play any game he wanted. He could feel her hands gently playing with his balls, and getting hold of her head, he pulled it forward, making her accept more of his throbbing prick flesh into her mouth. Keeping it there, he pushed her back onto the bed, and swiveled around so that he was astride her head, on his knees, facing her feet.
He winced slightly as her teeth caught his twisting cock, and then bending forwards, he pulled her skirt up to her waist and pushed her black panties down over her hips, or a moment, he looked down at her delicious cunt, the slit clearly defined among the brown pubic hairs. Bending his head, he buried his face into her soft, yielding pussy, licking biting his way down to her cunt lips, his excitement mounting as she continued to suck on his prick which was filling her mouth to bringing capacity.
He suck his tongue as far as he could into her damp honey pot, rubbing it over her already hardened clitty, enjoying the humid warmth and sexy smell between her legs. His butt was pumping up and down feverishly at the same time, making Cathy gag as his pre-orgasm juices trickled down her throat. She could feel her own juices flowing and her whole body began to sake, her feet, still in their high heeled shoes, twisting the bedclothes as she helplessly strummed them against the bed.
Only just in time did he take his mouth out of her fanny. Another second and she would have released her orgasm. He also pulled his rigid tool out of her mouth, and quickly, she scrambled out of her clothes, throwing them on the floor. As naked as he was, she turned to meet him again, forcing her body on top of his, pressing her soft breasts against his face, rubbing her cunt and down his joy stick. And then she fell back on the bed, her legs wide apart.
Alex rolled on top of her pliable body, and grasping both her legs in his hands, he pushed them upwards and as wide apart as he could, stretching her cunt as he did so. She reached down and caught hold of his jerking rod, guiding it between her waiting quim lips. It sank into her, rapidly and smoothly, until it was in up to the hilt. Still holding her legs wide apart, he started to fuck her with long, sweeping strokes.
"Oh, Alex, Alex, that's lovely," she gasped. "Oh, my darling, fuck me harder. Harder, HARDER!" Her voice was rising and she was jerking her body upwards to meet the ever increasing speed of Alex's fucking movement.
"Oh, God, oh God, I'm coming," she cried in an agonized voice. "Alex darling, I'm coming, oh my God!" Her voice ended in a high-pitched, animal wail, and with a frantic upwards heave, the flood burst its bank and she started on a long, shuddering climax.
As she released her love juices, Alex jammed his rod hard into her quivering cunt, and still keeping her legs wide apart, he started to shoot his own spunk in a gushing stream. His head held back, his eyes closed, he could feel his manhood spurting out of his throbbing, thrusting cock, in a beautiful, satisfying wave of delight. As he .shot his load, he kept murmuring her name. 'Cathy, Cathy, Cathy.
Later, Cathy Pulmmer lay in the bathtub, a dreamy smile on her face. While she and Alex had been so delightfully busy in the bedroom some people had arrived, and Alex had suggested she had a bath while he dealt with them. He said they were business friends although the girl had strong suspicion that her lover actually was doing secret work. He had told her to stay where she was until they were gone.
Now that she thought about it, Cathy wondered why Alex's strange reticence with respect to his line of work. He rarely introduced her to his fiends. She had met someone called Michael Shelby, once, but that had been by accident. She had arrived early one evening and he was just leaving. But by the number of times the telephone rang when she was in the house, she surmised that Alex must have a great many friends. She relaxed completely in the warm water and chased all unpleasant thoughts, giving herself up to day-dreams. She was all in white, and was being led up altar by Alex, of course....
Meanwhile, Alex Knight, the subject of Cathy Hummer's happy, rose-colored thoughts, was facing Michael Shelby and Brian Slattery. Brian had been drinking as usual, and was pouting like a girl because Alex was roundly giving him the work for messing up the Hong Kong affair. This was the first time they had met in private since Brian's return. They had got around to talking about Brian's immediate boss, Major Frank Carter.
"I'm afraid he's on the war-path," Brian said. "He's determined to meddle with this Hong Kong business. He's not using me for whatever he has decided to do. He must know we're friendly, although I've never said anything."
While they were talking, the door opened and a slender built, grim faced Oriental looking man came into the room. His sleek black hair was closely cropped and he wore a gray tunic.
"Mr. Knight, your house is being watched," he said, flinging his attache case onto a chair.
"So, it wasn't my imagination!" Alex exclaimed. "I had a feeling I was being followed home from the office. I spotted a black car containing two men cruise past the house as I arrived. I had a feeling I had seen it in the street outside the offices."
"Well, whoever it is has got to be put out of action," Shelby said. "We can't afford not to know. What do you say, Pei?"
The Chinese looked at them in turn, his shiny slanting eyes completely expressionless. "They are parked on a side street at the back of the house. I walked here and saw a man loitering on the corner. He was obviously watching this house. At one point, he went back to the car and conferred with the driver."
Alex stood up, downing his drink. "Come on, there's no time to lose. We've got to find out who they are."
Then Alex looked at the Vietnamese, wondering if he should say anything about Cathy who was still in the bath. He was always a little reluctant to disclose his sexual activates to Pei Liao. The Oriental was a man, devoted like himself to the cause. But Pei Liao had no weaknesses ... none that Alex knew about, at least.
The three men left the house together. Michael Having had to leave for an important appointment. Alex had managed to have a private word with Houei. whom he had instructed to tell Cathy that he had had to go out, and that she was to go to bed.
The man Pei Liao had spotted looked inconspicuous enough, and other pedestrians passed him without a glance. But Alex knew that Pei was right. After years of training, it was always possible to spot those who loitered for a very good reason.
As they drew level with the man, they suddenly swerved and surrounded him. "You're covered, don't try anything," Pei snarled to his countryman. He held a gun in his pocket, and he jerked it against the man's stomach. "Now let's go and join your friend in the car."
They could see the man's sallow face grow even paler, but he didn't say anything. They all turned and walked along the short street. On the corner was the black car Alex had spotted earlier. It was facing the opposite direction as they approached, and the driver had his back to them. As soon as they were level with the vehicle, Pei Liao flung open the front passenger door and jammed his gun into the driver's side, while Brian and Alex got into the back with the other man sitting between them. The operation was carried out swiftly and efficiently. The two men had been taken completely by surprise.
Pei Liao ordered the driver, a young Vietnamese with thin lips, to get moving in his native language. Keeping the gun pressed into the driver's ribs, he gave rapid but precise instructions. Alex trusted Pei's fanatic devotion to the cause completely and he knew that the Oriental would take the mission to good end.
Soon they were moving to the outskirts of Saigon, in the direction of an area occupied mainly by warehouses. At night, the place was virtually deserted, except for watchmen who patrolled inside the buildings. Alex knew that they were making for a house which he had used himself on previous occasions.
Twenty minutes later, Pei Liao ordered the driver to turn left into a narrow cul-de-sac. They had arrived. It was very quiet and dark when the car engine had been switched off, and the lights extinguished. The cul-de-sac led to a river, and it was possible to hear the lap of water. The house stood in a perfect spot for those who didn't wish to be disturbed. It was perfect for all kinds of things, including murder.
This thought crossed Alex's mind as they hustled the two men out of the car and into the house. Pei Liao wouldn't have brought the men here if there was any chance of them staying alive. There was no electricity, and the Oriental Red agent lit an oil lamp in one of the rooms. There was very little furniture, and dust lay everywhere.
The two men remained quiet and surly, only their eyes, flickering from side to side, displayed their fear. Pei Liao tied their hands behind their backs while Alex went through their pockets. They were both carrying guns, Magnums, of the kind used by the American Secret Service.
Pei Liao had taken the matter at hand. He addressed the two men in a low, but cutting voice. "Now which one of you is going to talk? We want to know why you are watching Mr. Knight's house. Who are you working for?"
They remained silent.
Casually, Pei moved closer to the older man with the weak chin and stood looking into his eyes. The man met his stare, with an expressionless face. Then as Alex and Brian stood watching, Pei deliberately drew back his fist and smashed it with deadly force into the man's face. With a cry, the Vietnamese fell over backwards onto the floor with a broken nose, blood spreading over his face. But his slanting eyes glared at Pei, who stood over him, with sheer hatred.
Alex beckoned to Pei who came over to where he stood with Brian in a corner. "You're wasting your time," Alex said. "They're obviously trained professionals. They can take a lot and still not talk. You know that, Pei."
Pei's breathing deepened, and he looked at Alex with a strange expression. When he spoke, his voice was cold as an iceberg.
"My friend," he said. "There is no one alive who will not talk eventually. I have hardly started yet"
He walked over to the injured man on the floor and dragged him to his feet. For a man that slight in stature, Pei Liao was extremely strong. There was a low beam, quite wide in circumference, running across the room from wall to wall, and about seven feet from the ground. It must have been out there to sustain the old structure. There was a two feet gap between the beam and the ceiling.
"Help me lift him," Pei said.
Guessing what was on the Oriental's mind, Alex put his arms around the captive's legs, lifting him bodily from the floor. The man still had his hands bound behind his back, and as Alex lifted him from the ground, Pei levered his tied wrists backwards and over the beam. He then told Alex to let go. The man grunted as the weight of his whole body was taken by his arm pits.
He reminded Alex of a meat carcass hanging in a butcher's shop. The strain on his shoulder joints would become unbearable after a time. But Pei Liao wasn't in any mood for waiting. Getting another piece of rope, he tied the prisoner's ankles. He didn't want to risk getting kicked in the face. He then began to pull at the hanging man's feet, forcing more and more strain onto the unfortunate victim's joints. Sweat began to pour from the man's agonized face, mixing with blood from his broken nose. Suddenly, Pei let his whole weight swing on the man's feet. As he did so, there was a sickening crack as one of the overstrained shoulder joints broke. It was followed by a single piercing scream, and then silence. The man had fainted.
Pei Liao let go of the man's legs and stood up, the light from the oil lamp glinting in his black eyes. Blood had dripped on his gray garment from the broken nose of the tortured man whose head had now fallen forward. He turned towards the other prisoner, who had stood impassively watching his colleague being subjected to the awful treatment.
As Pei Liao drew nearer, however, the young man broke down.
"All right, all right, I'll talk!" His face was distorted with fear. It had been made quite clear to him that no one was joking.
"That's better," Pei purred. "Now, who are you working for?" This last question was rapped out, and there was no doubting the menace in his voice if the unfortunate man refused to answer.
"We are from V.I.4," the man said quietly. "We are under orders from Major Frank Carter."
"Well, I'll be damned!" This exclamation was from Brian.
"Don't worry," Pei Liao said. "Major Carter will never receive a report from these two." He pulled out his gun, and in the silence of the room, there was a click as he released the safety catch.
"But I told you what you wanted to know!" The young Vietnamese agent exclaimed. "We haven't found out anything. No, don't shoot, not yet! There's something else!"
Pei now had his gun leveled at the man's chest.
"Yes, my friend, what else is there?" he asked in a quiet, cold voice.
For a moment, the man didn't reply. His eyes showed sheer terror, and it was obvious that .he was desperately trying to think of something to hold Pei's attention. He never spoke. There was a resounding bang that deafened the eardrums in the confines of the room, and the man crumpled down, a large stain of crimson appearing on his chest.
Pei put his gun away, and stood looking down at the dead man who terrified eyes remained wide open, staring at the ceiling. Then he went to the other one and felt for his pulse. He was dead too, killed by the shock.
Back once more in Alex Knight's comfortable home, the three men waited while Houei served drinks. Alex had already checked that Cathy had gone to bed as she had been told. Fast asleep, without makeup, she looked like a little girl.
It was very late, but Houei had waited up for his employer. He was accustomed to the strange hours that were kept at this house. He also considered that he had one of the best jobs that he had ever held in his life. He was well paid, had no external expenses, living and eating as he did at the house. He was even occasionally invited to join in some of the games that took place, which he thoroughly enjoyed.
On top of all this, Brian Slattery was infatuated with him, and occasionally gave him expensive gifts. It was all most satisfactory. The only thing that was asked of him was discretion, and Houei was so anxious to keep his job that the word "discretion" was rarely far from his mind. When he had served the two Americans with drinks Pei Liao didn't absorb any liquor he asked, very discreetly, if he could retire. Alex nodded, and Brian, who was watching the Oriental as he left the room, was rewarded with a smile before Houei opened the door and disappeared.
Alex lifted his glass and drank deeply from the neat whisky and ice. He had Brian had about the same capacity for alcohol, however Knight handled his liquor much better.
Now Alex banged his glass down on a low table. "Carter has got to be stopped," he said. "Brian, you work for him. What do you suggest, old boy?"
Brian hadn't got any suggestions, and Alex .started to relate, for Pei Liao's benefit, all that had occurred in Hong Kong. The Vietnamese listened in silence, a worried frown on his face. He was Alex's main contact in Saigon, and he managed to keep Hanoi supplied with a steady stream of information.
As Alex talked and Pei listened, Brian watched both men. Although belonging to different races, their expressions were remarkably similar. Determined, ruthless, cold. They carried out their day to day affairs like machines. They never daydreamed about the future or mourned the past. In many ways, they were hardly human. Or if they were, their real selves were buried deeply beneath a facade of steel which they had erected around themselves. No one could really reach them.
As for himself, he fluctuated. He liked the money he was paid for serving the cause of Communism, but there were occasions when he felt fed up with the whole damned business. It was all right as long as he could drink. It was when he had to remain sober that the thoughts crowded in on him. He moved over to the decanter with his empty glass. He was thinking too much right now, and he needed another drink to still the thoughts that churned in his mind.
He was aware of Pei Liao's coldly contemptuous look following him. Alex had reached the point on that Hong Kong story when this Mc Cullough fellow had mysteriously disappeared. They had agreed that the best thing he and Su Ling could do was to go back to Saigon. It was quite clear that they considered the whole business had been botched.
Brian couldn't have agreed with them more.
"The trouble is," Alex continued. "We don't know what really happened to Mc Cullough, nor how much did he really suspect...."
"Very unfortunate incident," Pei Liao said. "I shall contact Hanoi and see what they think. It will take a little time, and meanwhile it is necessary to play down the whole affair. Questions are obviously going to be asked, and somehow, you, Mr. Knight, will have to find the right answers. As far as Major Carter is concerned, I will think of something. Somehow, he must be discredited. It is possible that tonight's little affair will make him think twice. He won't be able to prove anything, and although he may suspect that his agents were killed because they were watching your house, he can never be sure of this. He will undoubtedly try to have you tailed again, and I shall not come here any more. We shall meet elsewhere."
When he had left, Alex and Brian remained in silence.
"Su Ling, what are we going to do about her?" Brian eventually asked. "I talked to her of course on the way back to Saigon, and although she is totally in the dark about the true state of affairs, she is an intelligent girl, and bound to ask herself some questions."
"Ah, yes, Su Ling," Alex replied, lifting his glass and peering through the clouded crystal. "So long as she remains in ignorance, she is safe. If she starts asking too many questions. I'm afraid the dear girl will have to meet with an accident."
"You really are a bastard," Brian said, getting up and sitting near Alex on the settee.
"Being a bastard or not being a bastard; being morally wrong or morally right; these questions don't apply. There are only things that have to be done that's all."
He lay back, and Brian put out his hand and placed it on Alex's outstretched leg. Slowly, very gently, he started to stroke and massage the muscles he could feel underneath the thin material of Alex's flannel trousers.
With a sigh, Alex stretched even further on the deep divan, enjoying the feel of Brian's exploring hand and waiting, without impatience, for the lingering caresses that were to soothe any grim thoughts away from his handsome forehead....
CHAPTER SIX
Su Ling sat at her dressing table contemplating her face. It was, she decided quite dispassionately, a beautiful face. However, Su Ling wasn't really vain. The reflection from her mirror was an indisputable fact, and she accepted it.
She had been making a great deal of thinking these last few days. And her thoughts were mainly concentrated on the Hong Kong affair. There was something very wrong somewhere, although she couldn't quite put the finger on the sore point. But she instinctively felt that, somewhere along the line, she hadn't been told the whole truth. When Alex had told her that Lieutenant Edwin Mc Cullough had disappeared without leaving any trace, she had accepted it at first as the normal behavior that could be expected from a double agent.
After all, she knew he was under observation before she left Saigon. But she could not erase from her mind the incredulity on Edwin's face when they had entered their hotel bedroom in Hong Kong, and Brian had been sitting there with a gun in his hand. No one could act a part as well as that on the spurt of the moment. She was certain of it. But if he really was innocent of being a Communist agent, why had he tried to escape from Brian, and then disappeared so completely?
But also, where was Brian taking Edwin that night? It was a question that she simply hadn't asked herself before. They had left Hon Kong so quickly, the events had become blurred in her memory. But she did remember Brian taking Edwin out of the hotel room at gunpoint. Where had he intended to take him? The question whirled in her brain. On an impulse, she turned to the telephone.
She dialed Alex's office number. He answered immediately.
"Alex, it's Su Ling. I know you'll think I'm worrying unduly about Lieutenant Mc Cullough, and I'm sure you have everything under control. But there is a question that has been puzzling me. On the night Brian accused him of being a double agent, he led Edwin out of the hotel at gunpoint. Where was he thinking of taking him? It's just something that puzzles me. I didn't think about it at the time, but now it's come back...."
There was a slight pause. "Su Ling, you are worrying unnecessarily, my dear. What's wrong, did you fall for our blonde-haired, blue eyed Lieutenant?"
His voice was jocular, but there was a steely edge to it that Su Ling had ever heard before.
"No, it's not that. It's just that he looked so surprised when he saw Brian had a gun pointed at him that somehow ... " Her voice trailed off. What she wanted to say was that in her opinion, she didn't think Edwin Mc Cullough was in fact a spy. The trouble was she didn't know why she thought this way. It could be feminine intuition. But she could hardly say that to someone with Alex's analytical mind. He wouldn't take her seriously.
Alex's voice broke in as she faltered. "Su Ling, my dear, do stop worrying about the Lieutenant. The charges against him are quite serious. I'm surprised that you, of all people, should be taken in by a candid pair of blue eyes. You ought to know better."
Again the steely edge to his voice. For some reason, the girl felt fear rising up inside her. She was probably meddling with things that were no concern of hers. Heaven knew she had enough experience to know that most things in the underworld of secret work were not as they seemed. Edwin Mc Cullough was probably just a very clever actor.
"I'm sorry I've bothered you, Alex," she said in a calmer voice. "I did it on the spur of the moment. Rather silly of me, really. I'll let you get on with your work see you tomorrow at the office although I won't be in until late. I'm having dinner tonight with Sven Larsen, that Scandinavian diplomat ... As you know, I've already been briefed, so I'll do my best. So long!"
"Good girl," Alex replied. Then the phone went dead, and Su Ling sat looking at it for a moment before she replaced the receiver. Was it her imagination playing tricks with her excited mind or hadn't Alex been as friendly as usual since her return from Hong Kong? She gave up worrying and started to get dressed. It was probably all her imagination.
At 8:00 o'clock sharp, she arrived at the very elegant but also discreet restaurant where Sven Larsen was waiting for her. Su Ling looked very attractive as she climbed out of the taxi, dressed in a yellow brocade Oriental dress that clung to her curvaceous body like a glove, showing the right exciting amount of thingh flesh as she walked in her sensual, feline way.
Sven Larsen ran a red tongue over thick, sensual lips. A handsome man of thirty nine, he had a wife and two children in Stockholm. However, when he first saw Su Ling at a cocktail party about two weeks ago, he decided that she was worth forgetting his family for a short time.
He held out his hand, his eyes admiringly approving as she approached. Su Ling slanting black eyes were mischievous. It was due to her sense of humor that she had never cracked down on the job and been at the level of any situation. She noticed again with sensual satisfaction the broad, strong hands, the flash of white teeth against suntanned skin, and thought that the mission might well prove agreeable....
The evening passed pleasantly. The food was excellent, the music the right volume and tempo, the service impeccable. Sven Larsen was out to amuse and please. He was also getting a little drunk, which was a good thing from Su Ling's point of view. She required certain information about his country's position with respect to matters dealing with American foreign policy, etc....
It was close to midnight. They had reached the brandy and coffee stage, and the handsome Scandinavian was leaning across the table holding Su Ling's hand. He was suggesting that they went back to his apartment for "a nightcap."
Su Ling looked across the table into Sven's clear gray eyes. She noted the cropped corn-colored hair, the sensual lips and white teeth. She agreed that a nightcap would be a good idea. She couldn't honestly say that she was only accepting the proposition in the course of duty. She had already acquired the information needed by her department. Su Ling was a skilled operator, and Larsen had parted with the information without realizing it.
No, it wasn't her duty that made her accept Sven's invitation. It was the sexual urge that she felt welling up inside her. She hadn't drunk much during the evening, preferring to keep a clear head. But she had obtained what she watched as far as her job was concerned. She could now relax. Finishing her brandy, she asked for another. Sven Larsen was delighted at the way things were working out with this Su Ling of whose sexual prowess all Saigon highly placed people knew. Such a sweet and exciting little cat, he thought to himself.
They drove in a taxi to his apartment in a very elegant section of Saigon. He lived in a large, impressive apartment building and the distinct smell of wealth pervaded the nostrils as soon as one entered the building. A porter smiled affably from behind his desk-he had already received a handsome tip from the diplomat....
The elevator purred up to the top floor, where Sven Larsen occupied a really splendid apartment. Thick carpets covered all the floors and the furniture was comfortable as well as expensive. Su Ling dropped her light coat on the floor and sat back on a sofa that must have been at least ten feet long. Sven produced two beautifully cut brandy glasses and a bottle of Courvoisier. Obviously Mr. Larsen is romantic, she thought, wondering how long it would take him before he made the first move.
She didn't have to wait long. They had only taken the first sip of their brandy, and had replaced the glasses on the low cocktail table, when he was in action.
His arm went under her slim waist, the sensual lips crushed down on hers, and his other arm was lying across her stomach. Su Ling opened her mouth wide, allowing the man's tongue to explore, enjoying the tickling sensation that it caused. Her legs involuntarily parted, and soon she felt his hand between her thighs. For once, she was wearing stockings, although she never really liked them, because of the business of having to wear a suspender belt. Sven, feeling the sheer silk of Su Lin's stockings, immediately started to get an erection. His thick tool swelled irresistibly, pressing painfully against the material of his confining underpants.
Gently he pushed his hand up into Su Ling's crotch feeling her body stiffen as he boldly went under the brief silk panties, and onto the soft hairs of her pussy. He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, mixing her saliva with his own, thrilling to the soft pliability of her lips and body. He knew he hadn't made a mistake when he saw this pretty girl. She was as sexy as hell.
He took his mouth away from her lips, and pulled himself away from her. Su Ling watched through half closed eyes as the diplomat stood up and started to undress. He was remarkably hairy, which was unusual for a man of his coloring. He had a deep, muscular chest, covered with light curly brown hair. He was down to his underpants, and she could see the bulge of his sex sticking through the white cotton boxer shorts. She leaned forward, and pressed her face against the throbbing bulge of his prick. She kept it there for a moment, excitement rising inside her as she felt it swell and stiffen beneath the pressure of her face. When she also stood up to take off her dress, there were lipstick marks on the virgin white of Sven's shorts.
Naked, they stood facing each other. Sven ran his eyes over Su Ling's small but perfectly proportioned body, savoring the sight of her proud titties, and the bush of dark hair between her legs. He moved forward, pressing his rigid prick against Su Ling's belly, his hands reaching for the twin globes of her breasts.
Su Ling stumbled backwards as Sven's powerful body pressed against her. She could smell the animal maleness of the man, and then her naked back came into contact with the wall. She braced herself, standing with her legs wide apart. Again his lips were on hers, and reaching down between their bodies, she grasped hold of his thick, throbbing prick. Pushing him back a little, she placed the hungering knob of Sven's stiff organ between the waiting lips of her cunt. Gradually, she worked it into her quim, groaning as her hole was stretched wide to accommodate the pulsating cock.
Sven began to push hard, forcing the whole length of his penis into Su Ling's cunt hole. Soon he had snak his entire length into the delightfully tight passage of Su Ling's vagina. For a moment, they both paused, breathing heavily. Then Sven began the joy ride, fucking the spread-eagled girl with excited plunging movements up and down her warm moist fanny.
Su Ling felt the fire of carnal lust spreading through her limbs, as the juicy cock was rammed up and down her quim, while her tits were squeezed and pinched by Sven's capable hands Then he put his arms behind her wriggling butt, and she could feel his finger rubbing against her secret passage. He was fucking her solidly now, his prick riding easily inside her love-wet cunt. As her butt moved backwards in preparation to meet his next thrust his finger entered her anus. In a little while, he was frigging her backside as rapidly as he was fucking her pussy.
Su Ling's breath was coming in laboring gasps as she fought to control her rapidly rising climax. She didn't want to come before Sven; not if she could help it. Their bodies were slamming together with terrific force by now, and she groaned as the large organ inside her hole swelled to even larger proportions. With a grunt, Sven threw the whole weight of his muscular body against Su Ling. The movement jammed his hand against the wall behind Su Ling's bottom, and his finger was pushed deep into the warm cloister of her arsehole.
With a moan, he released the first jet of come into Su Ling's cunt, his whole body going rigid, his teeth biting cruelly into Su Ling's soft lips. At the same time, the girl began her own climax, helplessly crushed against the wall, her cunt speared by Sven's prick, and her arsehole stretched by his probing finger.
With another deep-throated groan, Sven pressed against her even harder, his cockslit widening to release another foaming jet of sperm deep into her vagina. Shaking, squirming, gasping, Su Ling came to an end of her orgasm but Sven wasn't finished yet. Again he went stiff, and again spunk spurted from his inflamed prick. But at last they were both spent, and completely satisfied. Su Ling had thoroughly enjoyed herself, and Sven was already wondering when they could arrange another such delightful meeting....
When Sven had extricated his still erect penis from her soppy wet cunt, Su Ling went into the bathroom and ran the water in the tub. She felt as though she needed a bath. She had decided not to stay the night, because she was due to make her report to Knight early the next morning, and she still had to prepare it. Two men, who had entered in the building surreptitiously were counting on Su Ling decision not to stay overnight at Sven Larsen's apartment. It would have spoiled their plans for the girl.
Su Ling bathed leisurely, while Sven sat on the edge of the tub watching her graceful limbs in the soapy water. He put his hand down between her legs, and his cock, which had gone limp, started to stiffen again. But she stopped him.
"Sven, haven't you had enough?" she said, gathering some loose strands of hair which had escaped the ribbon she had tied around her thick, glossy name.
"Must you really go?" the diplomat asked, again attempting to get his hand up into her crotch.
"Yes, I must," she answered. "And Sven, stop doing that. You're getting me excited again!"
He stood up laughing. "I sure hope so!" He went over to the door and took a wine colored dressing gown off the hook. He put it on then turned towards her. I'm going to have a drink. Join me when you're through. You do have time for a drink, yes?"
"Yes, I think so," Su Ling replied. "I would like another brandy, and a very hot, very black coffee, please."
"You're a girl with strong tastes," he commented as he left the bathroom. But he was smiling. He liked this Su Ling a great deal. He must see her again, even though his wife was returning from Paris next week. There were always of doing these things if one was discreet. But unknown to Sven Larse, his chances of seeing Su Ling again in the near future were limited. Not in this world anyway.
Su Ling got dressed again, drank her brandy and coffee with pleasure. It was now three in the morning and she reckoned she could easily catch a taxi and be home in half an hour. She would only get four hours of sleep before she would have to get up for her morning appointment with Alex, but she was used to it. And she was glad she had returned with this most charming Sven. The incident would be left out of her report, of course. But the main thing was that she had obtained the information she had been asked to get. She eventually rose from her chair picked up her coat where she had dropped it on the floor, and lifted her face to be kissed goodnight. Sven took a long time about it; he really was insatiable!
However, as she walked towards the lift, her mind was already on the report she would type as soon as she returned to her own apartment. Su Ling, at heart, was a conscientious girl, and it was a pity that events had moved against her. She would never make her report. In fact, she would never do anything again. Her number had been called. Not from above but from the world in which she lived so passionately. Her beauty and youth counted for nothing in the hearts of those who would stop at nothing.
The elevator was waiting where she and Sven had left it. She stepped inside and pressed the ground floor button. The doors closed automatically, and looking at herself in the mirror, she started to straighten her disarrayed hair, still damp from the bath she had taken.
Inside his apartment. Sven decided to have a last cigarette before retiring. He had just lit it, when he heard what sounded like a woman screaming. It started quite loudly, and then faded away. And then there was a dull crash. It sounded as though it was coming from inside the building. He wmt out into the hallway. It was deathly quiet, the other residents either asleep or away some place else on their various nocturnal activities. There seemed to be nothing wrong, and he was about to re-enter his apartment when he changed his mind. He hadn't imagined that scream after all. He suddenly thought of Su Ling. Surely nothing could have happened to her?
He went over to the elevator and pressed the button. Presumably it was on the ground floor where Su Ling would have got out. Nothing happened. There was no reaction from the electrically operated machinery. Irritably, he pressed the button again and again. But still nothing happened With a feeling of dread, that he refused for the moment to analyze, he started to descent by the stairs. That scream, that crash. Surely not! It could not happen to a modern elevator in a comparatively new building!
It was a long walk down the ten flights of stairs, but as he approached the ground floor he heard voices. As he came down the last flight, he saw a woman in a dressing gown sitting on the floor, and a man kneeling over her trying to help her to get up. She was hysterical and her voice sounded completely unnerved.
"Oh my God, oh God," she kept repeating in a strained voice. "What a horrible thing! Oh my God!"
Sven pushed his way through the gathering number of people, all in night attire, who were in the lobby. He could hear someone calling for the police on the porter's desk phone. And then he saw a sight that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
The elevator doors were open, the smashed remains of the machinery strewn out of the gates and over the foyer carpet. Su Ling's body lay in the middle of the wreckage, horribly distorted. Her head had snapped backwards, and her spinal column had been forced out of her body, which was pitted with bits of broken glass. For a moment, he could not take his eyes from the twisted wreck of the girl's body, from those arms and legs which he had seen so alive and beautiful now grotesquely twisted underneath her body. Then he managed to turn away his horrified gaze and staggered outside. For ten minutes, he leaned against the wall retching. Police officers who had arrived ignored him. They weren't aware, as yet, that he was connected to the "accident."
Of course, police reports indicated that Su Ling had been brutally murmured by a person or persons unknown, who had carefully severed the cable brakes, causing the lift to plummet downwards as soon as Su Ling had set it in motion.
Major Frank Carter was present at the girl's funerals. He had been contemplating approaching Su Ling to see if she could throw some light on the Hong Kong affair. After all, she had been there, and ought to know something. Now there was no question of pumping Su Ling for information. She had been murdered. And Mayor Frank Carter would dearly have liked to know who her murderers were. As he climbed into his car after the funeral service, he nodded briefly at Alexander Knight who was also making for his car. Alex smiled and waved. The Major didn't smile back.
Not that Alex felt like smiling. As his chauffeur drove him back to his office, his mind was busy with a hundred details. Su Ling had to be silenced before she started asking too many questions, and it hadn't been difficult to arrange. But he wished that his North Vietnamese friends hadn't arranged such a spectacular death for her. The publicity was much worse than it would have been if she had been merely knocked down by a car.
He started to think of the lovely Su Ling and some of the good times they had had together. Then he stopped thinking of her. He couldn't afford to get sentimental. There was too much at stake to allow the little Su Lings of this world to get in the way. Nothing must be allowed to threaten his unique position....
CHAPTER SEVEN
A month had passed since Su Ling's brutal death, a whole month, and this meant a lot of time in fast moving Saigon. The lovely girl had been mourned by those who had known her vivacious, sensuous little nature and love it and enjoyed it. But now, a month later, her name was not even mentioned any more. There were many pretty girls in Saigon, pretty, intelligent and very exciting!
Alexander Knight was giving another one of his wild parties. However, the other residents in the street were not aware of the fact that a party was in progress. The thick walls of the well constructed house jealously guarded the orgiastic activities of those inside.
It was after midnight, and the party had started at ten o'clock. Much whisky had flown under the bridge since then, and at this moment, Alex, Brian and Michael didn't seem to have a worry in the world. Shouting with laughter, they were sprawled on the floor, saying dirty jokes.
Houei. who had been invited to join in the fun, was sitting bare footed and cross legged on a divan in the corner, laughing with everyone else. The girl sitting next to him leaned her head on his shoulder, and he put his arm around her. feeling her young breasts underneath the white blouse she was wearing. She was a very young and pretty Vietnamese girl. Her name was Thuey, and as Houei put his arm around her, she cuddled closer to him.
As Thuey leaned against his body, he was aware that the girl's hand was resting between his crossed legs, and perilously close to his cock. His hand closed over the cup of her soft bosom, receiving a current of sexual stimulus when he found she wasn't wearing a bra underneath the flimsy blouse.
Across the wide room, Houei met Alex's eyes for a moment, and then they waved across to each other. Alex turned back to the group with whom he was now standing. They were all holding drinks. In spite of all the alcohol he had consumed that evening, he felt remarkably fit. The girl by his side looked up at him, her green eyes mischievous and inviting.
"Do you like the party?" she asked, her lips moist and soft.
Alex bent down and pressed his lips against her inviting mouth, savoring the taste of her warm cavity. Iris returned the pressure willingly. She was fascinated by this handsome enigmatic man. She wanted to get to know more about him.
Brian was talking to Nguyen, Thuey's brother. He was a young dark-haired youth, with a high forehead, sensual lips, and a beautiful slim body. Their hands were touching, and Brian twisted his fingers round Nguyen's. The young Vietnamese returned the pressure excitedly. Leaning forward, Brian whispered in the youth's ear, and Nguyen laughed and nodded his head. Then turning, they both left the room, holding hands.
"Nguyen is a very naughty boy," Iris said to Alex.
"And Brian is a very naughty man," Alex laughed. "And what about you, Iris. Are you naughty?"
"I would like to be, with you," the girl answered boldly.
"I will keep you to that later on," Alex replied, squeezing the russet-haired girl around her slim waist.
Iris didn't have to wait very long as it happened. A few guests had taken their leave before the party had turned into a Roman orgy, and now those who stayed Were obviously there for the night.
Alex turned to Iris. "Come on," let's go to the bedroom, we'll be much more comfortable," he suggested. She nodded, catching hold of his hand, excitement mounting inside her as she followed him.
In another bedroom, not far away, Brian stood looking down at Nguyen who had sprawled full length on the double bed. Wearing a dark blue Chinese-necked jacket, and black tight fitting trousers with high black leather boots-Nguyen owned a motorcycle-his slanted eyes glinted in the dark. There was a faint smile on his sensuous lips as Brian bent over him and deliberately kissed him full on the mouth. A sigh escaped Nguyen as Brian's hand went between his legs, and underneath his young firm butt, making his short but thick cock erect into throbbing wakefulness. He put his own hand up between Brian's legs, his breathing becoming heavier as he located the thick prick waiting for him, already hard and erect.
Quickly, they both got undressed, the boy getting into the soft bed first. Brian put out the man light, leaving only a soft pink glow from a side table, and climbed between the sheets, his prick jerking upwards as it came into contact with Nguyen's warm thigh. He ran his hand over the Vietnamese's firm muscular body, making him wriggle and groan as he stroked his flat stomach, brushing against his stiff penis as he did so.
Nguyen kicked the sheets back, and lifted his legs into the air, holding them apart as Brian started to investigate his butt. He groaned as a finger was pushed into his tight little anus, and caught hold of Brian's swollen prick, feverishly rubbing his hand up and down the phallus in a frenzy of excitement.
Brian pushed the boy over, so that he was on all fours. Getting behind him, he parted the firm little buttocks, and inserted his tongue in the warm, rather hairy channel. Slowly he worked his way down until he came into contact with the boy's tiny anus rim. Keeping the cheeks as wide apart as he could, he pushed his tongue inside, smelling and tasting the musky shit of the uninhibited Vietnamese youth.
Nguyen pushed his butt back into Brian's face, enjoying the tongue that was so lasciviously tickling his intimate rear passage. He gasped as Brian's hand caught hold of his quivering cock, wet with pre-orgasm juice. Brian, his face buried between the boy's closed butt cheeks, took his tongue out of the now wet anus, and reaching over to a bed-ride table, took hold of a tube of vaseline. He knew he would need something to get his thick prick up inside Nguyen's small butt.
He rubbed the greasy stuff all over his rearing cock, then inserted it between the youth's delicious buttocks, positioning the sticky knob onto the rim of his anus.
Nguyen gave a strangled cry of pain as the cock knob pushed its way into his arsehole. It was agonizing at first, but he didn't try to stop what was happening to him. Although he had never gone this far before, he wanted to satisfy the American ... Also, if the truth were known, he was so worked up himself he didn't care what happened any more. He wondered if he had drank too much, hut it was too late now.
The thick wedge of the cock was sinking further into his butt hole. It felt as though someone was pushing a pole up into his rear passage. His rectum was on fire. But once the whole rigid length was introduced inside his rear channel, the pain ebbed away. He started to wriggle his bottom sexily, causing Brian to moan with pleasure.
It wasn't long before the Vietnamese youth was receiving a thorough fucking. Brian rammed his well greased dick up and down the loosening butt-hole vigorously, riding it smoothly inside the boy's tight anal passage. He rested his weight on tine youth's back, and got busy with his hands. With his left hand he pinched and teased Nguyen's nipples, as if he was a woman. With the other, he caught hold of the boy's thick, sticky prick, rubbing the throbbing knob rhythmically.
Brian felt his spunk rising with irresistible force, as simultaneously Nguyen's cock swelled and went rigid in his hand. They were both gasping for breath perspiration, breaking out on their naked bodies. Nguyen was babbling in his own language, and with a grunt Brian shot a wave of spunk up into his arsehole. The Vietnamese youth pushed his backside onto the ejaculating male organ stuck up inside him, experiencing the sensation to the full. And then Nguyen felt his own sperm splashing helplessly out his masturbated cock, soaking the bed sheets beneath him with his rich cream.
For what seemed a long time, they both continued to spurt out their sex juices. But at last their quivering organs ran dry. Panting, Nguyen straightened his legs, lowering himself exhausted back onto the spunk-drenched sheets. Brian followed him down, keeping his prick inside the boy's well fucked, squelching arsehole. They lay there for a while, Brian on top of Nguyen, regaining their breath. It wasn't long before the American's half limp cock began to stiffen again. And Nguyen bit into the pillow as his backside was then subjected to an even more prolonged fucking....
In the living room. Michael Shelby watched with excited interest the sexual activity going on between Houei and Nguyen's sister, Thuey. The young Vietnamese girl was on her knees between the servant's legs, while he remained seated on the divan. She had taken his long, jerking cock out of his trousers, and into her mouth, her ruby lips closing around the thick fleshy rod with difficulty.
Michael watched, fascinated, hands pushed into his trouser pockets, playing with his own stiffening prick inside his pants. Thuey was gobbling faster and faster on Houei's phallus. The young American had bent down and carefully inserted a hand between the kneeling girl's legs, slipping a finger between her cunt lips, and up into her moist honey-pot. Houei pressed his hands into the cushions of the couch, rotating his hips as the girl's increased activity urged him to the brink of a climax. Suddenly, with a groan, he forced his straining prick forward, releasing a jet of creaming spunk deep into the back of her throat.
Gagging on the sperm which filled her mouth, Thuey started to frantically pump her own hips backwards and forwards on the mercilessly frigging hand between her legs. And then, she too, began to spunk furiously. Michael continued to frig her, ramming four fingers up into her flooding sex hole, savoring the rich cunt-juice running onto his hand. At the same time, he pulled out his rigid cock from his open fly, and with a funny expression on his face, shot a stream of sperm onto the gasping girl's blouse, which she was still wearing....
Li his own bedroom, Alex was contemplating the lithe naked body if Iris. Lying on the edge of the bed, legs wide open and hanging over the side, the young visiting actress-she entertained troops-looked up at Alex's naked body, watching the huge, quivering joy stick protruding from between his legs. She felt she had never wanted to be fucked so much as she did at this moment.
Alex knelt between her legs, and carefully inserted his mouth onto Iris, surprisingly wet quim. But she couldn't wait, knowing that if he pushed his tongue onto her waiting clitoris, she would have an immediate orgasm. Iris, well known in Hollywood for her promiscuity, wanted to be fucked real hard, and right now.
As Alex's face came on level with her own, her hands feverishly closed on his jerking prick. Quickly, she pushed it between her open cunt lips, sighing as they closed over the juicy red meat of Alex's knob like the petals of a flower. Her arms went around his waist, crushing his whole weight on top of her.
As Alex fell down on top of the sexy naked girl, his prick sank deeply into her quim up to its hilt. He could feel her breasts pushing against his chest, and the thought came to his mind that she was even better than Cathy. But all such thoughts quickly disappeared, and he began to fuck Iris with long, satisfying, sweeping strokes of his huge, swollen rod.
Iris' had rolled from side to side, her prick-filled cunt opening to meet the thrilling thrusts of her lover. The lights, which had been left on, spun above her head, becoming blurred as her orgasm rapidly gathered force and momentum.
The jerking, wriggling, gasping Iris roused Alex to a fury. Pulling her legs from around his hips, he forced them wide apart. Still keeping them open, he rammed his cock up and down the spunking Iris with merciless force, until with a sobbing groan he sank his spunk-spurting phallus deep into her fucked vagina.
Slowly, Iris regained her breath, and the room came back into focus....
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cathy Hummer made a radiant bride when she became Mrs. Alexander Knight. She could hardly believe her dream had come true. When Alex had asked to marry him, right out of the blue, she had stared at him disbelievingly. She quickly recovered, however, and accepted with all her spontaneous sincerity. He had then suggested an immediate wedding to which she had agreed. It had been a terrific rush, but Cathy felt terribly happy, though a bit afraid-she really didn't know much about her husband, except that she loved him deeply.
Now they were on a plane heading for Interlaken where they were going to spend a most unusual honeymoon trying out the slopes of the Swiss Alps. Cathy was looking forward to being alone with Alex and enjoying herself after more than a year of hard work in Vietnam. So was Alex, although perhaps not with quite the same straight-forward pleasure as his new wife.
His reason for getting married had been varied. First of all, in his position as the head of a very important department, he needed a wife. Not that his job was conventional, and neither would Cathy have to play the conventional hostess to her husband's business collogues. But it filled in a blank in his background. What was more to the point, it stilled those tongues that wagged about the goings on at his house in Saigon.
There had been some wild parties held there on several occasions, and rumors had spread. Mayor Carter in particular had been heard to comment on "parties" held at Knight's house. Which was not strictly true. Brian, of course, often invited his homosexual friends, but there were always women present. Alex would have been bored with a party consisting entirely of his own sex. Nevertheless Carter was trying hard to fan the flames of scandal. Alex's marriage to Cathy would keep him quiet-for a while at least.
They had only been in Interlaken two days when Alex received a report, carefully worded, from Michael Shelby. It was to the effect that his newspaper had gotten hold of a story from very reliable state of intelligence in Vietnam. The same day he received another report, this one brought to him by special carrier from the offices of V.I.S....
If Michael's information represented bad news, the report he had just received was much worse. Alex felt quite disturbed when he learned that Brian Slattery had been arrested in Saigon by their good friend Major Frank Carter. Apparently, Brian had been caught snooping around documents marked "top secret" and destined to the Major. Brian, it appeared, had been unable to offer a reasonable explanation for his action.
Alex immediately sent a message to Saigon with the same courier. He gave instructions for Brian to be flown to Very in Switzerland as soon as this could be "arranged" by his men. He and Cathy were leaving Interlaken for Vavey in two days time.
Alex also asked for more information from Michael about the newspaper story....
He then sat down and started drinking. He could think better that way. Cathy he sent out on shopping expedition. She didn't want to leave him alone, but knowing that a courier had just arrived from Saigon, she decided to be tactful and left heartlessly, hoping that when she would be back, he would have recovered his usual good humor.
When Cathy returned two hours later. Alex was not in their room at the chalet. A note in his handwriting was pinned to the bedside table. "Have been called away on business. Will probably not be able to get until tomorrow. Sorry, but unavoidable. See you soon. My love. Alex."
Cathy's first reaction was anger. After all, they were supposed to be on honeymoon. Surely, business could have waited. Then she remembered the calls that came through to the house in Saigon at all hour of the day and night. She remembered Alex's frequent disappearances. Sometimes, he wouldn't return for hours ... Once again, she wondered if her husband did not have a life more complicated than he had let her believe. However, she chose to be philosophical for the time being. She lit a cigarette decided to prepare herself a drink, noticing that there wasn't much left in what had been a full bottle of Bourbon.
The young woman looked at the two inches left in the bottle dubiously. Then she shrugged. It wasn't news to her that Alex drank a lot. But he never seemed to get drunk, so why should she worry?
Alex, meanwhile, was sitting on a chair, bound hand and foot, in a private chalet somewhere around the winter resort. He was also just recovering consciousness, since he had received an injection to calm him down. His removal from the hotel had been carried out swiftly and efficiently-by professionals.
He had received a phone call to the effect that a friend wished to see him, and if he would walk along the street down the hotel, he would be contacted. It so happened that Alex was expecting to be contacted while in Litelaken, and he had walked straight into the trap.
A car had pulled up containing three men, and he had got into it without thinking twice. That was the last he remembered. While he was being taken to the chalet, a certain Frantz a waiter at the hotel-chest, had slipped into the room occupied by Alex and Cathy and placed the piece of paper on the table for Cathy to read. Frantz hadn't written it himself, but it had been passed to him with a large sum of money-for the salary he made! All Frantz had to do was leave it in Monsieur Knight's room at a given time. Frantz was thrilled to earn so much money so easily. The note was a very good imitation of Knight's handwriting, and it certainly fooled Cathy. Not that she had studied her husband's handwriting, but she would have recognized an obvious forgery.
As his brain cleared from the effects of the drug which had been pumped into his veins, Alex became slowly aware that he was in a darkened room, and that a white light was glaring on his face. He also realized that he was securely tied to the chair on which he was sitting, and his brain immediately became very alert.
As he started into the blinding glare, he could dimly discern several figures sitting on chairs behind the spotlight. And then a voice spoke. It was a flat, expressionless voice. It had no accent, no warmth, nothing. Just a voice. Alex knew that voice. It belonged to someone who had been trained to speak, when necessary, in such a way that it conveyed nothing about his origin, age, or anything else. It was the voice of a professional secret agent who preferred to remain incognito. And that was one up for Alex. A voice which was intended to express no nuances, had already warned him of the type of person who was addressing him. And what the voice said gave him a nasty shock.
The indictment was simple.
"Alexander Knight," the voice said. "You are accused of being a member of a communist spy ring operating in Southeast Asia. We would like to be told about it. You are at liberty to speak."
The voice stopped, and there was silence in the room. And then Alex spoke.
"I don't know who you are, except that possibly you are all completely out of your minds. I am an American government official, and I demanded to be released immediately."
The voice came back, as steady as ever.
"Alexander Knight, we are aware that you are an American official. To be precise, you run a department known as V.I.S. in Saigon. You deal with espionage, counter-espionage, sabotage, and many other things. We have reason to believe that you are a double agent; and we wish to know where your loyalty lies. I must warn you, Mr. Knight, that if you persist in taking the attitude of an injured innocent, things will go badly with you."
There was no doubting the threat that lay behind the emotionless voice, and Alex felt fear creeping like a cold damp fog into his bones. He had been stupid and careless enough to walk straight into this trap. He knew he would have to pay dearly for such carelessness.
His eyes were getting more accustomed to the glare now, and he could see that there were four men seated behind the table, on which the spotlight was standing. He could see the faint outline of their forehead and chins, but this was all. It suddenly occurred to him why that was all he could distinguish. The men were wearing masks. Who the hell were they? Did he know them, by any chance? Anyway, whoever they were, he would be lucky to leave their company alive.
He cursed himself again for traveling abroad with absolutely no protection. It would have been nothing unusual for him to be guarded by strong armed secrets. But he had wanted a complete break, just for a short time. And he had been stupid enough to think that he could escape, if only for a couple of weeks. But it was too late now. He had been jerked back to reality.
He began to reply to his masked interrogators, but as he did so, his hands, tied behind the chair, were busy. Fixed inside one of his thumbnails was an ingenious device that was the brainchild of a clever inventor who had been recruited into the laboratories of the American secret service. Lying snugly on the inside of his right thumbnail was a wafer-thin blade.
The crescent shaped miniature tool was inserted between the nail and the thumb, the sharp edge running parallel with his nail. The whole device was covered with a layer of hard-setting plastic, the same color as the nail itself. To bring the blade into use, it was necessary first of all to remove the plastic. This was done simply by rubbing the nail hard enough until it peeled off, leaving behind what looked like an ordinary thumb nail, and which in fact would slash a man's face to ribbons. It could also, if used with patience and care, cut through rope, although this wasn't its intended purpose. Rope would quickly blunt the blade which was no thicker than the thumbnail itself. It may even break before the rope was cut. But at least it offered a chance, and Alex was only too aware that his situation was desperate.
As he spoke, Alex rubbed his thumb against one of his other fingers, loosening the plastic cover off his nail.
"If you know who I am," he said to the four shadowy figures. "There is no use my denying it. Now, as for your charges, they are quite preposterous. I don't know who you are or what you hope to gain by bringing me here. I can only warn you that as soon as I am missed, you will not stand much chance of getting away with it. Interlaken is quite a small town and we have out own methods of dealing with thugs like yourselves, gentlemen."
There was what sounded like a chuckle from one of the masked figures. Then two of the men emerged from behind the light and came towards him.
"This is it," Alex thought to himself, and waited for the first blow. He had removed the plastic covering off the device fixed in his nail but try as he would, he couldn't reach the rope that bound his wrists. He was in danger of cutting his own arteries by trying. However, no blow came. His feet were untied from the chair, and he was forced to stand up, his wrists still bound behind him. Then he was walked out of the small room up a long, long corridor, and into a much bigger room. The curtains were drawn although he presumed it must still be light outside. There was little furniture in the room. A stretcher stood in the center of the floor. Alex could now see his hosts more clearly. But it didn't help much. All four were dark-haired approximately the same build, and wore identical black suits, with blue shirts and varied ties. He would never be able to identify any one of them if he ever met them again.
He was pushed onto the stretcher and made to lie on his side. One of the men went over to a cupboard and took out a syringe. From' his position on the stretcher, Alex could see what was happening, and guessed what they were going to do him. The syringe presumably would contain a truth serum.
But what these men didn't know was that he had been trained for just such occasions. It was all part of the unarmed combated course his own department ran in Saigon. It was possible, if trained to withstand any of the known truth serums. It was a matter of mental acrobatics. The main thing was that he knew what was going to happen. If the drug was injected unknowingly to the "patient" there was little chance of fighting its effects on the brain. But he was aware of what was going to happen.
He started to concentrate on the keyword that would allow his sub-conscious to lie, the word was Melissa, and while the syringe was being prepared, and the sleeves of his right arm rolled up above his elbow, he repeated the word time and time again to himself. He felt the needle sink into his vein, and still he thought of nothing but Melissa. He rapidly began to lose consciousness, and once he said Melissa out loud. But the four men didn't attach any significance to it.
Alex found himself drifting into a strange unreal land. In some peculiar way, he knew he wasn't conscious, yet he felt he was in touch with reality. It was as if he only had to open his eyes, and everything would be normal again. But he couldn't open his eyes, and the visions which formed in his brain were of vast snow slopes. He could feel the soft, yielding snow under his body, but it wasn't cold. Far, far away in the distance, he could see snow covered mountains, the tops on fire with a strange blue light. It was from the tops of these mountains coming out of the blue light that he heard the first question "What is your name? And then his own voice answering the mountains from the snow covered countryside.
"My name is Alexander Knight."
"How long have you been working for the American Secret Service?"
"I have worked with the American Secret Service for nine years."
"For how long have you been a double agent, Mr. Knight?"
The question boomed from the blue light en top of the mountains and he could feel pain streaking through his body. It seemed an eternity of silence before he replied. "I have never been a double agent."
There was a silence, and it seemed to be snowing. Great banks of white flakes falling on top of him, burying him beneath their softness. Then the blue light flared up brightly on the distant mountain-tops, and the questions started again....
Twenty four hours after Alex had been kidnapped by unknown individuals, he was brought back to the hotel in a state that resembled closely that of deep intoxication. Through a hazy blur, he was of the young man helping him over to his room-somebody from the chalet probably. Cathy opened the door when she heard the knock. She took one look at Alex being supported by the young man, and quickly taking his other arm, led him to the bed where he sprawled full length. Thanking the waiter, she gave him a tip and closed the door. By the time she returned by her husband's side, Alex was fast asleep.
He slept for five hours unbrokenly. And Cathy sat by the beside watching his face. She was upset and alarmed. She could only just understand him being called away from honeymoon on business, but to get dead drunk as well was too much. She had ever seen him drunk before. All this was very strange....
Eventually, Alex opened his eyes, and she called for black coffee to be brought up. When it arrived, he sat up. his face looking pale and drawn.
"For God's sake, Alex, what happened to you?" Cathy demanded as soon as he had taken a sip of coffee.
He didn't say anything, but continued to drink his coffee. When he had emptied the cup, he held it out for more. Cathy refilled it, feeling that her patience was being sorely tried.
"What's wrong?" she asked more sharply this time. "Have you completely lost the power of speech?"
For the first time, his eyes concentrated on her. While he had been drinking his coffee, they had stared blankly ahead.
"What was that" he asked, in a hollow voice she hardly recognized. "Did you say something?"
Cathy sighed. She felt alarmed and at the same time angry.
"You have been away for twenty four hours, Alex," she said slowly. "You return dead drunk, I merely asked what you have been doing."
Alex cleared his throat. He was beginning to remember where he was. This was a chalet in International, and the woman talking to him was Cathy. Yes, that was it, they had just got married. They were on honeymoon. And then everything rushed back, like a bad nightmare, in flashing images that just didn't make a complete picture. Slowly, his eyes recovered their alert, bright look.
"I'm sorry, Cathy," he .said in a more normal voice. "Everything got out of control. I would have let you know I had to go away.
"But you did leave a note!" Cathy replied. "Only you forgot to mentioned that you would be returning drunk."
Alex looked startled. "I left a note? Oh, yes, yes of course. I had completely forgotten!"
Cathy looked at her husband in amazement. She had never before heard him so vague in his manner of being. She went over to the bed and sat down beside him, taking his limp hand into hers.
"Alex, what's wrong?" she asked. "Something is wrong, please, darling, tell me."
Alex took his hand away. "No, there's nothing wrong at all." he answered. "I was called urgently for an important business matter. And we all had too much to drink. I can only apologize. Please try and forget this unfortunate incident."
Cathy looked at him, and her heart melted. He looked so sorry, so ashamed of his behavior. And after all, she did love him very much. She pushed him back on the bed and started to undress him like a child. Alex made no resistance, only moving his body to help her take off his shirt and trousers. When he was naked, she lay on top of him, her soft blonde hair tickling his face.
"Alex, why did you marry me?" she asked, her serious eyes looking directly into his.
He didn't say anything, but his hands slipped under her dress, rubbing against her thighs seductively. Cathy's throat started to get dry, and she swallowed. Alex always had this effect on her, and she had wanted to talk to him. Or did she? She had undressed him, although she had expected that he would roll into bed....
"Oh, Alex, Alex darling," she murmured, as his hands gently pulled at the elastic of her panties. Raising her body slightly, she waited while he slid them down over her round hips. Then with a sigh, she lowered herself on top of him again, feeling the hard muscle of his thick prick lying rigidly against her naked stomach.
With little gasping sounds, she started to wriggle and shake her body, pressing her cunt slit hard against the swelling penis. Juice was seeping out of Alex's tiny opening at the head of his throbbing knob. Cathy could smell the pungent maleness of his excited penis and feel the delightful stickiness of the oozing cream. She worked her panties down to her ankles and kicked them off with her shoes.
Raising her body, she kneeled astride Alex's hips, and started to take off her dress and bra. As she did so, Alex caught hold of his jerking cock and pushed it through her open legs, so that it pressed between Cathy's pliable buttocks, rubbing its juicy length against her anus. She got rid of her dress, and was coping with her bra when she felt his finger enter her quim orifice and begin frigging her clitty.
Her bare titties bouncing, she remained in an upright position, swaying her body backwards and forwards as Alex continued to frig her. As she moved, she could feel his joy stick rubbing up and down the deft between her butt cheeks. Her juices soon running freely, and she began to shake helplessly pushing her cunt hard onto Alex's exiting finger stroking her intimate folds.
Alex, lying flat on his back, was enjoying the sensation of Cathy's buttocks clamping and unclamping on his prick, the friction causing him to stretch his limbs with sensual pleasure. Her pussy was becoming very wet and sticky, but he continued to frig her mercilessly. Suddenly, he withdrew his finger from her cunt, and catching hold of her hips, positioned his throbbing prick against the rim of her tiny arsehole, and pulled her downwards.
Cathy gave a cry of pain as the large knob forced its way up into her forbidden private back passage. For a moment, she wasn't sure what was happening. No one, not even Alex, had tried to do this to her before. She gave another cry of pain as again he pulled her down into a sitting position, jamming another few inches of his long prick into her now tortured arsehole.
Alex grunted as Cathy's tight little anus closed like a sheath around his cock. Inserting a finger into her cunt, he once more continued his frigging, while he pushed his hips upwards. There wasn't far to go now and he would have the whole length of his dick buried into Cathy's backside. He began to little upward fucking movements, pushing the last few inches of his prick into the stretched anus, little by little.
Cathy felt her face burning with shame at what Alex was doing to her, but as he continued his frigging of her clitty, and the pain of the initial insertion died away from her arsehole, she began to enjoy the new sensations of this double fucking slowly, she lowered her butt to meet Alex's up-thrust movement. To her surprise, and in spite of herself, the novel sensation of Alex's penis stuck up her arsehole began to arouse her carnal lust to a degree she hadn't experienced before.
She bent forward, placing her hands on either side of Alex's chest, and in this more comfortable position, she cautiously started to slide her butt up and down on the cock which was filling the tight channel of her backside. Soon, he was riding the full length of it, pushing herself downwards as Alex's hips rose to make sure he entered her up to the hilt at each thrust.
As her rear channel relaxed, she rode faster and faster up and down the slippery stick. Panting for breath, she felt herself poised on the knife-edge of a climax, brought on by the relentless finger sliding around inside her love-wet cunt.
The bed shook and creaked as Alex continued to thrust himself upwards, penetrating to the full Cathy's now pliat arsehole. His stomach slapped against her soft buttocks harder at each thrust as the spunk began to rise in his throbbing tool.
He could see the globes of her breasts swinging in the air above his face as she pushed herself up and down in a delirium of pleasure. And then he was coming, the sperm bursting out of his knob slit and shooting up into Cathy's butt. The pleasure was almost unbearable as she sank right down onto his spewing penis, holding the whole length inside her well fucked arsehole.
Cathy felt Alex' prick swell inside her and knew that he was shooting his load up into her butt. She sank down for the last time onto the glorious rigid phallus, her own cream gushing abundantly out of her wide open cunt, and running down her thighs and onto Alex's fingers.
As he withdrew his hand, she released another gushing stream of creamy juice. In the agony of this second orgasm, she realized that she had never before in her life felt so sexually free of inhibitions, or so satisfied. She felt eternally grateful towards this man who had taught her so much.
Later, when they had climbed into bed to sleep off the exertions of the last hour, she remembered his absence from the hotel and his drunken return. Then she dismissed the puzzling incident from her mind ... It was no use thinking about it. It was isolated and it doesn't really matter. Whatever Alex had been doing, he had returned to her. And she was glad for his presence by her side.
She put her arm his naked chest, hr had on is boulder and drifted into sleep. They were married and Alex would always be with her. .This was the one thing Cathy Pummer had ever asked from life: to be married to Alex Knight; and she had obtained it. How could she complain or worry when life had been so generous with her? A light smile played on her full lips as her breathing grew more regular, keeping in pace with that of the stranger holding her in his arms.
CHAPTER NINE
The little house situated in a secluded area of Saigon was plunged into total darkness. Or so it seemed to Michael Shelby and his Oriental companion, Pei Liao, as they walked silently up the short drive. Pei Liao went to work on a low window. The curtains were drawn, and they could see nothing but blackness inside. There was a sharp click as Pei Liao's knife located the window lock, and then they were inside the house.
The two men had come there to try to find and free Brian Slattery who was being by Major Carter's men. They had already tried several places in vain, and this was the last address on the list Pei had brought. . .After that if the search proves fruitless Brian would have to be abandoned to his fate.
Silently, Pei Liao and Michael paddle across the dark empty room towards a door set in the far wall. But before they could reach it. the lights were switched on with startling suddenness.
Both Michael and Pei Liao reached for their guns, and then stopped. Two men stood in the room. They both held menacing gun barrels pointing at them. The door opened, and a third man entered. Young and obviously Oriental, he smiled amiably at Michael and Pei Liao.
"Good evening gentlemen. I take it you have called for your friend Brian Stlattery? I need hardly say that you were expected. This way please."
As they followed him into a hallway, the two armed men walked behind, revolvers held steadily in their hands. They were led into a large, well furnished room, where they were they relieved of their own weapons. Then their hands were tied behind their backs. When this was done, the young Vietnamese rubbed his hands together.
"Now, that is better. Hope the ropes aren't too tight"
He walked towards the door, leaving the two thugs standing on either side of it
"Look after our friends," he instructed them. "When we have finished with Mr. Slattery, we may need their assistance."
Then he was gone. Michael glanced at Pei Liao's face. It was contracted in an expression of sheer hatred, and he knew he wouldn't like to be in the skin of the young Vietnamese if ever Pei Liao got free.
In a room not far away, Brian lay stripped naked and tied spread-eagled across the top of a large oak table. The two men who had brought him over to this sinister house stood on either side of the table in their shirt sleeves. Brian had been so drunk when Carter's men had come for him that he only had a vague recollection of being brought to the house.
He had been left alone, locked in this room, for the first hour or so. Presumably so that he could sober up. Then they had stripped him and tied him to the table. For the last two and a half hours, they had been questioning him. If he refused to answer, out of unwillingness or sheer ignorance, they had applied lighted cigarettes to his torso. This had happened twice, and he wasn't risking it again. He kept on talking, talking, talking....
All the time, he was telling lies. No, he wasn't a close friend of Alex Knight, but just an acquaintance. No, hadn't known anything about Edwin Mc Cullough, except that he was under suspicion in Saigon. This was in reference to the Hong Kong affair. And so it went on. Question after question, answer after answer. He knew he would break up if they continued. He would forget what he was saying, what he had already told them, let escape some truth by mistake. That's what they were waiting for.
And then there had been a welcome respite. The young Vietnamese, so good looking, who had led the questioning mercilessly, had left the room. When he returned, he looked very pleased with himself.
"Now, Mr. Slattery," he said. "Where were we? Oh, yes I remember. You were just about to tell us what you intended to do to Lieutenant Mc Cullough when you discovered that he was a double agent."
Brian's head ached, and he started to perspire heavily. He didn't remember saying anything about discovering that Mc Cullough was a double agent. Or had he? His brain was utterly confused. He knew he had to answer, but somehow the words would not form on his lips. He was tired. He closed his eyes. "Fuck you!" he said in aloud, clear voice.
The young Vietnamese didn't lose his composure. "You are tired, Mr. Slattery?" he asked. Then his voice changed. It was no longer friendly, but cold and ruthless. "Perhaps we can arrange something that will wake you up."
Brian opened his yes, expecting another cigarette to be applied to his naked body. But as the young man approached the table on which he was tied, Brian started to tremble violently. It wasn't a cigarette that the Vietnamese was holding in his hand. I was a razor blade. Such a simple, mundane object, but in the circumstances Brian knew it could inflict terrible damage to his helpless body.
Bending over him, his tormentor gently applied the cold blade to his chest. For a moment, Brian couldn't understand what he was doing, until he realized that the blade was being dawn over his skin in long lines. It wasn't painful, and he doubted if it was going deep enough to even draw any blood. It was surprisingly bearable!
Eventually, the young man stood back and surveyed his handiwork. The lines he had drawn with the blade stood out on Brian's chest like long, dark pink weals. He turned to one of the guards.
"You know to do. Go and mix something nice to put on Mr. Slattery's chest."
While the man was away, Brian started to tremble again. The constant questioning had been bad enough but he couldn't stand physical pain. Not the kind that these people were contemplating. He might as well tell them the truth. Tell them that he and Alex Knight were double agents. Admit anything rather than be physically mutilated.
The man returned holding a pot in his hand which he gave to the young interrogator.
"Lemon juice and Jave pepper. A nice mixture, don't you agree, Mr. Slattery?" he said, bending over Brian's shaking body.
"No, I'll ... " Brian's voice broke off in a gasp of agonizing pain as the mixture was applied to the open weals made by the razor blade. The young Vietnamese took some more of the mixture out of the pot with his hand.
Brian was straining violently at the ropes that held his hands and feet as the excruciating pain began to gnaw at his whole body. The black eyes of his torturer held a strange expression as he deliberately rubbed the burning liquid deep into his captive's wounds. They glowed with cruel excitement, and his sensual mouth opened slightly and stayed that way. Saliva glistened on the full redness of his lips.
As the pain became unbearable and Brian began to scream in sheer agony, begging him to stop, he pressed the lower half of his body hard against the side of the table. The youth was obviously getting a sadistic sexual thrill from seeing Brian in such pain.
Brian was jabbering in agony, telling them all that they wanted to know. He confessed that Alex Knight, himself and Michael Shelby were all working for Red China. He told them that Alex had been working for the Communists for the past nine or ten years. And in between, his telling them these things he begged them to wash the fiery liquid off his tortured body. And then he started to cry, great racking sobs shaking his body violently as he twisted and tugged at the ropes which held him tight as he did so.
Very deliberately, the young sadist emptied the remains of the contests of the pot onto Brian's quivering chest. Brian gave a choking scream, which was heard by both Michael and Pei Liao, before he fainted.
The two guards stood silently by, watching their youthful boss run his hand over the captive's inert body. But Chi Lan Thu, for such was his name, wasn't bothered about his assistants. A brilliant interrogator, he was one of Major Carter's best men. If ever the Mayor had anyone difficult on his hands, then he would pass him over to Chi. Information was always forthcoming, and there were rarely very serious marks left on the bodies of those who had been interrogated....
Chi Lan Thu spent some time gloating over the unconscious man strapped onto the table. This was the moment he cherished most of all, when his interrogation was finished, and all that remained was the inert body of his victim. It didn't matter to him if at was a man or a woman. This was his moment of absolute power, when he could lose himself, if only briefly, a sadomasochistic world of his own making. When he could indulge has imagination, and excite his sexual fantasies in the twilight zone of necrophilia. A world where he was the complete master, and he could do exactly as he pleased.
The two men, who were watching, glanced briefly at each other, and then returned their eyes to the scene in front of them; following Chi Lan Thu's hand as it traced the contours of the naked inert body strapped onto the table. They remained poker faced as it moved towards the swollen, inflamed wounds on Brian's chest. Finally, he put it right onto the inflamed flesh. Brian stirred and whimpered, the pain penetrating his unconscious mind. But the young sadist didn't take his hand away. His eyes burning with excitement, he was pushing his genitals hard against the side of the table. Again, the two men glanced at each other. They knew what was happening. Chi Lan Thu was masturbating himself with the sight and touch of the tortured victim.
After what seemed a long time, Chi stood back from the table. His hand was covered with blood, and the mixture of lemon juice and Java pepper which had been applied to make Brian talk. His erect cock which he had just excited into an-orgasm, could be plainly seen outlined through the material of his military trousers and still jerking violently.
He motioned to the two men. "Get him off there and clean him up," he commanded.
He left the room. When he returned, his hands were clean, and apart from a stain on the front of his trousers-that indicated that he had had an orgasm inside his pants-he betrayed no signs of hi" recent sadistic and sexual display. He was in full control of himself again. The two men had bathed and dressed Brian's wound, were replacing his clothes. When he recovered consciousness, Brian found himself sitting in an armchair. His chest throbbed and ached, and so did his head. He started to remember all that had happened before he had fainted, end closed his eyes again.
His thoughts were not pleasant. He had, at last, given away the whole game. He was convinced he was in the hands of Major Carter, and everything he had said under the pressure of intolerable pain would have been picked up by tape recorders. Not that it made any difference. He had told them things that would be checked immediately. He thought of Alex out in Interlanken on honeymoon. Somehow, he must be warned.
He opened his eyes. Chi Lan Thu was standing in front of that chair looking down at him.
"Have you recovered, Mr. Slattery?" he asked, his tone mocking. "So you are, after all. a spy. And no doubt, a highly paid one. It should make an interesting case when we have grabbed your other two friends Knight and Shelby. Who would have thought that someone with Mr. Knight's prestige would betray his own country? And my country!"
Brian spoke with an effort. "What the hell difference does it make to you? You're just a paid hireling who enjoys seeing people suffer." When said this, he was thinking of the unmistakable expression in the young man's eyes when he had bent over him with that infernal mixture in his hands.
Chi Lan Thu's eyes were full of hatred. "You won't be so proud, or outspoken, Mr. Slattery, when you are in front of a tribunal, being tried for treason." Then he turned and left the room once more. He had to make his report to Major Frank Carter.
But he never got as far as the telephone. Chi Lan Thu had made a mistake when he left Michael and Pei Liao in the company of only two guards. He didn't in fact, know either man. All he had bean told was that it was quite likely Slattery's friends would attempt to find him after he had been caught. Consequently, he had waited patiently inside the house, and these two had arrived. If he had known that one of these men, Pei Liao, was one of the toughest agents of North Vietnam, he would have been more careful.
Now it was too late. He lay on the floor by the side of the telephone, his skull cracked by a violent blow on the back of his head from a gun butt. Pei Liano stood over him while Michael hovered in the background.
"Come on," the Oriental said in a cutting voice. "We've got to get Slattery out of this." He had enjoyed cracking the skull of this treacherous bastard. His blood was boiling. Furious at having walked into a trap he had been even more furious at the cavalier attitude dished out by this scum he had just struck down. With Michael behind, he prowled along the corridor of the silent house like a dangerous animal. Which was what Pei Liao became when provoked.
They stopped outside a door. They could hear a murmur of voices from the inside. Pei Liao didn't wait. He flung the door open and marched inside, gun blazing. When the shots had finished echoing throughout the room, Brian's guards lay on the floor.
Brian sat. staring in amazement, at this unexpected rescue. He tried to stand up, but fell back in Ms chair. He had been subjected to a lot of mental and physical strain since his capture. Also, he felt the need for the strong drink without which his body couldn't function any more.
Pei Liao stood in the middle of the room, gun still in hand. "Are there any more?" he asked.
Brian shook his head. "Not as far as I know," he said in a tired voice. "But I think you are too late. They made me talk. These men belong to Major Carter."
Pei Liao walked over to a long panel set in the wall. He pushed, and the whole thing slid back, revealing a bank of tape recorders. Rapidly, he fired shots into the machinery, smashing it beyond repair. Then he got hold of a bunch of newspapers, set them slight and stuffed them into the paneling.
"The whole place will ass down," Michael said.
"Let it," Pei Liao replied. "It's war. We'll rebuild it later. Now let's get out of here before more of Major Carter's men arrive. He's bound to send them...."
As they left the house, they could hear the telephone ringing. The fire quickly spread, and the room where Brian had so recently been tortured was soon a prey to leaping flames, as were the two bodies lying on the floor. It wasn't long before the fire spread to the sprawled body of Chi Lan Thu. He never knew the horrible way he eventually died, remaining unconscious as the fire swept over him.
CHAPTER TEN
Houei Phong was plunged in a deep reverie revolving around the lovely Thuey when a loud, insistent ringing on the front door bell startled him. He was lying naked on his bed, playing nonchalantly with his semi erect cock and indulging in pleasant masturbatory fantasies when the unwelcome interruption came. Slipping into a dressing gown, he hurried to the door, wondering who it could be at this hour. Whoever it was, they couldn't know that Mr. Knight was away on honeymoon, so he expected to quickly send away the importune visitor.
He opened the door and then stood back as Michael, Brian, and Pei Liao pushed their way through the door, closing it quickly behind them.
"Houei, bring me a drink in the library," Brian said. "We've come to collect some papers for Mr. Knight. Now be a good boy and do as you're told."
As the young Vietnamese servant retired to the kitchen to collect ice and a bottle of scotch, he saw the other two men make their way to the library where his employer kept all personal papers in a large desk. Houei was disturbed. Alex Knight had instructed him never to allow anyone in the library, or indeed into the house, unless he had given instructions beforehand. He had received no instructions about allowing these three men into the house. And certainly, he hadn't been told to allow them into the library.
He walked into the living room, carrying the scotch, ice and glasses on a tray, a frown on his face. He wondered if Brian Slattery could reassure him. He knew that his employer and this man, who had given him so many nice presents, were very good friends. In fact, if it hadn't been for Brian's presence, he wouldn't have stood aside and allowed the other two inside the house. He was unaware that if he had attempted to stop Pei Liao, he would have been badly hurt.
"Don't look so worried, Houei," Brian said, seeing the frown on the young man's face and guessing its cause. "Everything is all right. I have spoken to Mr. Knight on the phone. He told me to tell you not to worry."
Houei placed the drinks on a side table. "I hope you're right, sir," he replied. "I'm not supposed to allow anyone inside the house without Knight's permission."
Brian grabbed the liquor bottle and poured himself a liberal drink. Greedily, he brought the glass to his lips, not bothering with the ice. It was like nectar to his deprived body. It gave him strength, and his mind stopped whirling around in circles and became calm and cool. He leaned back on the sofa, and lit a cigarette.
Houei was still standing in front of him, looking anxious. He was wearing a yellow dressing gown, and to Brian he looked very handsome. His eyes rested on the black straight hair, and the slim but muscular legs, and he felt excitement stir in his loins. Houei, he realized, was naked underneath the dressing gown.
And then the thought occurred to him that this was probably the last time how would ever see Houei. It made him very sad. He took another gulp of alcohol finding the thought absurdly unbearable. It all made him terribly unhappy. He had reached the stage where alcoholism renders people sentimental and tearful. And then he heard his own voice speak to the Oriental servant. He hadn't intended to say the things he was saying. It seemed to happen without him having the power to stop it.
"Houei, we are in trouble," he said. "As soon as we've cleared up the library, we've getting out of your country. Alex will meet us somewhere in Europe. It's going to be a long, and dangerous journey, but I'd like you to come as well. Once we've arrived at our destination, you will be well looked after, and among friends. I will see to that."
The young man's black eyes widened in surprise. At first, he thought Brian must be completely drunk, but he saw that his eyes were steady and very serious. With a great effort, he forced his brain to accept what he had just been told. His employer was in trouble, as were these people one of them of his own race, yet more of a stranger to him than Brian They were all going to escape. But escape where? And why were they in trouble?
He felt very unhappy. If all this was true, and looking at Brian's serious face, he felt it must be, this was the end of his happy existence at the service of Mr. Knight. He knew it had been too good to be true and last.
The young servant had lived a turbulent life in his war-torn country. Born the son of poor peasants of the Mekong Delta, he had seen his home and family disappear, victims of the merciless war he had known all his life, it seemed. And then, it had been misery ... until he had been hired in the big capital in the glittering Saigon as a waiter in an elegant restaurant. He was badly paid, but he had enjoyed the change and the new people he served every day rich people. Houei had grown to like wealth ... from far, .that is, but he enjoyed having rapports with its glitter and charm.
While still in his teens, Houei had experienced all kinds of sexual relations, including some affairs with members of his own sex ... And thus, he had met Brian who had later recommended him to his close friend, Mr. Alexander Knight....
It was in Alex Knight's house that Houei Phong had found, for the first time in his life, a security that so far he had been lacking. He hadn't lost his respect for Alex Knight when he had invited to join in the special "games" that were sometimes played late at night in the house. On the contrary, his respect for the man had increased. Alex Knight represented to Houei everything that he would have liked to be. Wealthy, still young and handsome, an important governmental job, a large comfortable house, many friends, trips ... And now, suddenly, it was all crumbling ... all his private dreams. His world had come to an end once more. And surely, it was because of the war....
"Does Mr. Knight want me to join him?" he asked, his voice suddenly decisive.
Brian was tempted to lie, but he didn't. "No, Houei. When I spoke to Alex, we didn't have time to discuss things fully. But I know he would like you to come with us."
Houei paced the room a few seconds, watched by Brian. He realized that something very serious had gone wrong. He would be a fool to get himself involved. He had never involved. He had never gotten involved in anything serious so far. He never took sides ... But, what would he do when these people were gone? Perhaps, they would never return. He would be again jobless. Not that getting another job would be difficult. But it wouldn't be the same. It could never be the same. He stopped pacing the room and faced Brian, a look of fixed determined on his Oriental face.
"I don't know what's going on," he said. "But I'll come with you. I'll probably regret it, but I never was a person not to take a risk. You must know that, sir!"
Brian got up off the settee and walked over to Houei. "You won't regret it, Houei," he said, hoping at the same time that he was right. He was standing there, with his arm around the boy's shoulders, when Michael and Pei Liao came into the room. They were carrying bundles of papers and files.
"I think we've got everything that matters," Pei Liao said. "Now let's get out of here."
"Houei is coming with us," Brian announced. He had expected Michael or particularly Pei Liao to protest, but they didn't. All Pei Liao said was something about hoping the boy could look after himself.
"I'll go and get dressed," Houei now said. "Do I pack any luggage?"
"Just the bare essentials," Brian replied. "We can pick up anything we need anywhere else in the world!"
When he was gone. Michael asked if it was wise to take the Oriental with them. Brian, who had thought they had accepted the situation, felt irritated. "Why not?" he snapped.
"He's very fond of Alex, and he might be very useful. Getting out of here isn't exactly going to be easy. We may need all the help we can get."
Pei Liao now began to show more interest in Houei. "Is he aware of the situation?" he asked. Brian looked at the enigmatic man, feeling somehow afraid of him.
"He is aware that something is seriously wrong," he replied. "And he has decided to throw his lot in with us. That's enough, I think."
Shelby hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind. "Yes, I think it is better that he does come with us," he said. "He has been in this house for some time, and has no doubt seen and heard quite a lot. They'll only wring him dry of information if they get hold of him. I don't see why we should give them the pleasure of interrogating Alex's manservant, any more than we should give them the pleasure of interrogating Alex himself."
Houei walked into the room carrying a small attache case, and Pei Liao asked him coldly.
"Can you use a gun?"
To Brian's surprise, the young man nodded. "Yes." he said. "Mr. Knight teach' me how to shoot in the garden. I was quite good at the end."
Pei Liao fished into his pocket and handed Houei a small black, sub-nosed revolver. "We are making for Cambodia," he said. "You will travel with Mr. Slattery and Mr. Shelby. Can you drive?" Houei nodded again. "You can drive the car which will be arriving shortly." He turned to Brian and Michael.
"If Houei drives, you two can keep a sharp lookout. It's not going to be easy. The frontier is heavily guarded. Actually, Houei will be an asset Nobody can tell him from a North Vietnamese. Hell be wearing a military outfit, and I'm sure he'll be able to improvise according to the circumstances arising." He walked over to the telephone. He spoke in his native language, rapidly, his voice sharp and urgent.
When he had finished, he came back to where Michael, Brian and Houei were having a last drink.
"Our friends will be arriving soon," Pei Liao said. They will have a selection of passports which you will use in Phnom Penh, as well as passes...."
Ten minutes later, there was a short, sharp ring on the front door bell. Pei Liao turned out all the lights and peered through the window. Then he turned them on again and answered the door. Two Vietnamese came into the room. There were no introductions. This wasn't going to be a party. Quickly, they got to work taking photographs of Michael, Brian and Houei. They didn't bear a great deal of resemblance to what they really looked like, but it didn't matter. They had to get out of Saigon, and in a hurry.
Houei Phong turned out all the lights and they left the room. The young Asiatic servant was the last to leave. He stood on the threshold of the spacious, comfortable home a second, as if reluctant to abandon it. Then he shrugged, turned on his heels and followed the others into the dark street.
Two cars stood outside. There were very few pedestrians at that hour in the morning, and no one took any notice as the six men got into the two cars, three in each vehicle. Houei settled behind the wheel of a military jeep arid checked on the controls. Brian sat by his side with a map in his hand and a small flashlight. As Houei engaged the gears and the jeep rolled forward, he saw through the back window the other car a Citroen which contained Pei Liao and his friends, latch onto his tail. The two cars purred through the Saigon streets, and then they were out on the open road, speeding through the dark eventful Vietnamese night.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Alex Knight finished packing the little rucksack he and Cathy had bought one day when they were sightseeing the local countryside around Vevey. Then, standing up, he walked over to the bed where his wife was still lying half asleep. The blinds were drawn, and the room was plunged in semi-darkness. He could see Cathy's large blue eyes looking up at him from the pillow.
She was still drowsy with sleep and hadn't been aware of his packing actions. He looked down at her lovely body clad in a flimsy mini nightgown, a pale blue little nothing with ruffles and lace that made her look like a little girl, a very enticing little girl though.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Alex put his hand on her cheek. He had a feeling this would be the last time he would ever see his wife. The honeymoon had been brief, Cathy didn't know how brief it was ... It was a pity, he thought. He liked her a great deal. She was so pretty and she made him feel so sexy. He really couldn't have chosen better! He had not only married Cathy because it had been convenient for him to do so, although' that, he had to confess, had been the main reason. But Cathy also represented a peace and security which a well hidden part of him had always yearned for.
Poor little Cathy! She loved him so! It was going to be a rude awakening from her daydream, but they had both enjoyed while it had lasted. At least, he had tried to do his best to give her nice memories. And, except for the unfortunate incident in Interlaken, he had succeeded.
Cathy caught hold of his hand and pushed it underneath her nightgown onto her bare bosom. He was about to pull it away, aware that he had no time to lose. The message he had just received from Shelby was very clear and admitted no delay. They all had to move quickly before Interpol would be on their track he had to reach Zurich as soon as possible in order to meet his friends and clear the question of papers for them to go to East Germany ... And all this wasn't going to be easy....
But as his hand closed on his wife's warm, soft breasts, Alex changed his mind. He would make love to her just once more. One day, when Cathy would know the whole truth, perhaps she would remember this darkened room with its walls covered in flowered wallpaper, and the sun beating on the rustic shutters outside. The languor that pervaded the pure, light air. The fragrance of those flowers on the little table near the window ... Perhaps she would remember this moment hanging from the clouds and have a tender thought for him.
It was one of the few sentimental moments .that Alexander Knight had ever had in his life, and he was surprised at himself. But as Cathy's arm came from under the bedclothes, and she put her hand on his bare leg, sliding it up underneath his shirts, he let everything slip from his mind. Her small, warm hand, sent a thrill racing through his entire body, and he eased himself gently backwards, giving her freer access to his slowly erecting manhood.
Cathy sighed voluptuously as her closed over Alex's swelling phallus. Gently, she pulled the rearing cock from out under the brief shorts he was wearing, and catching hold of the huge throbbing knob began to squeeze it rhythmically. The excited prick erected to its full length, the foreskin peeling back and her small hand, which only just managed to grasp the arrowhead, became wet and sticky with prick juice.
Alex stopped fondling Cathy's breasts and pulled down the zipper on the fly of his shorts, finally getting rid of the confining garment and kicking it off onto the floor. As Cathy continued to squeeze his juicy knob, he became more and more excited. He levered himself on the bed and got astride Cathy's shoulder. He had intended pushing himself underneath the sheets, on top of her, but suddenly Cathy bent his stiff prick to a vertical position, and opening her mouth, pushed the thick head between her sweet lips.
With a groan, Alex leaned forward, resting her hands behind her pillow, and started to sink his jerking penis as deep as he could into her throat. Soon, she was sucking the rod being pushed into her mouth, and Alex, feeling her tongue rubbing against his knob-slit, groaned again with the excruciating pleasure of it
Cathy felt her jaws beginning to ache as she kept her mouth open as wide as she could, to accommodate Alex's swelling organ. But she enjoyed the feel of the pulsating cock inside her mouth, getting a thrill from the pungent taste of creamy juicy running into her throat as it oozed in thick droplets from the tiny opening at the head. She reached up and began to play with his balls, cupping them lovingly in her hands, running her fingers through the thick pubic hair that surrounded her husband's sex shaft.
She continued doing this until Alex couldn't stand it any longer. He jerked his dick out of Cathy's mouth, throwing the sheets back as he did so. Then, pressing his hungering cock hard against Cathy's up-thrust breasts, he worked his way down her body, feeling her push upwards to meet his urgent need. When his face was on the same level as hers, he caught hold of the nightgown by the low neckline and ripped it downwards off her body, revealing her warm pert titties.
Feverishly, he started to suck at her nipples, rubbing his tongue roughly over the red teats, making them stand up so that he could bite them. Cathy cried out as his teeth sank rudely into her quivering flesh, but she enjoyed the pleasurable torment.
After a while, he rose from her body and leaned backwards on his haunches, his quivering prick standing up straight, the naked pink arrowhead glistening in the dim light filtering through the drawn blinds. With a quick movement, he ripped the remainder of Cathy's nightgown straight down the middle. Then, catching hold of her legs, he forced them wide apart, his eyes watching for the appearance of her cunt hole as her legs parted. Bending his head, he buried his face, for what he knew was the last time, into the warm, musky smelling pubic hairs, his tongue licking at the parting cunt lips.
Cathy began to thresh about wildly in a surge of passion as Alex's tongue penetrated into her damp orifice. She opened her legs even wider apart, sticking them high in the air to give him better access to her lustful hole. Once his tongue had brushed against her clitty. she couldn't control herself. Pushing her hands under her own buttocks, she pushed her awakened sex as hard as she could against Alex's face, trying to force his tongue deeper into her throbbing fanny. After a few minutes of this, she was nearly crying with anguished joy.
"Oh, Alex, my darling," she moaned. "Fuck me, oh please, fuck me or I'll go mad!"
He withdrew his tongue from between her quivering cunt lips, and keeping his arms underneath her legs, so that her feet remained pointing to the ceiling, he positioned himself for a good fuck. Cathy took her hands from underneath his butt, and grasping the thick, rock hard cock, bent the fiery red knob to her waiting pussy. As soon as she had maneuvered the throbbing knob-end into the entrance to her vagina, she returned her hands to their original position, beneath her wobbling butt cheeks, prepared to help the surge of the manly organ within her.
Alex began his long slide into Cathy's cunt, the whole weight of his body coming down between her wide open legs. He did it slowly, allowing inch after inch of his incredibly swollen dick to slide into the wet slippery passage that nature had provided for it. And then the full length was up inside Cathy's quim, and he was pressing his stomach hard against hers, thrilling as she pushed herself even harder against him by levering her hands against her butt cheeks.
For a breathless second, they remained motionless, until with an explosion of pant-up breath Alex pulled his dick out of its clinging sheath for a few inches, and then rammed it back again. It was the prelude to one of the most exciting fucks Cathy had ever had in her life-a fuck she was long to remember.
Alex was going at her literally like a sex starved stallion, and with the rhythmic energy of a piston engine. Her climax was getting nearer, she could feel it bubbling up inside her, taking hold of all her senses, blurring her vision, and making her brain spin wildly.
Once Alex's hips had closed on hers, he felt the small white teeth bite into him, and her hips start to shake uncontrollably. Groaning, gasping, biting, Cathy shot her load, creaming it over the pouncing piston that continued to fuck relentlessly her drenched cunt hole.
But Alex wasn't ready to shoot yet. He began to fuck Cathy's extended hole faster, thrusting his rigid, swollen dick at right angles, and then fucking her with a sexy, twisting movement of his hips. His butt was pumping up and down at a fantastic rate, his orgasm on the brink of breaking through.
By this time, Cathy felt herself approaching a second orgasm, suck was the force of his love-making It was when she heard his voice: "Cathy I'm coming, Oh, Cathy, darling, I'm coming!" that her hips rose to meet his last flurry of frantic thrusts. With a tortured cry, she began to release her second! load of spunk, feeling it pour from the walls of her vagina.
Alex let his whole body stiffen into a straight line, as his pulsating rod spewed forth a jet of thick white cream deep into Cathy's already come-soaked quim. He relaxed a little, then stiffened again as another spurt shot out of his open knob-slit. At the end of this second release, he sank down on top of Cathy, the sweat from their bodies mingling. Cathy's arms went around his back, holding him close to her. She closed her eyes, and in a surprisingly short time, she fell asleep again, exhausted after her sexual exertion.
Alex waited until Cathy's breath steadied to a restful rhythm against his ear, then he slowly eased himself out of the bad and without looking back at his wife's sleeping figure, got dressed, grabbed his rucksack and made for the street and the rented car parked in front of the hotel. Then he had driven out of the lovely Swiss town as fast as he dared. His departure had already been delayed longer than was healthy, and he still had a long way to go.
It was getting dark, but Alex drove straight out of Vevey without stopping. Once clear, he stooped the car. He had already gone far enough with it. Taking a pair of binoculars from his rucksack, he climbed a nearby hill. The gathering gloom hindered his view, but he could just make out what he was looking for. According to his map, there should be a river just off the main road. Having ascertained that it was in fact there, he got back into the car.
Soon, ha had reached a point in the road where the river ran parallel with it if his calculations were correct. He couldn't see it because of a high belt of trees. He stopped the car and waited until the road was clear of traffic, then he swung the wheel over and plunged' into the thicket of trees. The small Renault skidded and swerved over the rough ground, but Alex managed to get it through the barrier of trees and out on the other side And' there was the river, running between steel banks. He drove the car to the edge and climbed cut holding his rucksack. It was no effort at all to push it down the sludgy bank. It rolled slowly into the water, and for a moment, Alex thought it wasn't going to sink. Rut it did, leaving nothing behind but a few bubbles.
Alex then returned to the main road, and started walking. As an occasional car whizzed past, he began to try and hitch a lift. Eventually, some kindly driver would stop, and with his most charming smile, Alex Knight would climb inside ... Nothing was more simple.
Alex was wandering amongst the crowd of tourists, his eyes sharp and searching behind his sunglasses. He was just outside the stately Gross-munster Cathedral that hovered its 7th century walls above the Limmat River. He had Vevery a few days ago, and it had taken him two days and a half to reach Zurich. He had already been walking around the Cathedral for one hour, looking for signs of Michael and Brian and he was beginning to get impatient.
Two days on the road had changed Alex's appearance from that of a suave diplomat to that of a bearded, harassed looking tourist, even to the detail of the camera hanging on his chest. Few of his former acquaintances would have recognized him, and that was just as well....
He was sweating, but it wasn't because of the heat ... A cool wind was acutely blowing. A photographer had just pointed a camera at him, and he turned so swiftly that he nearly knocked over a person standing immediately behind him. He muttered an apology in bad German, and was about to move on, when he stood still in amazement.
It couldn't be, but the person he had collided with was an Oriental, and it was Houei Phong, his faithful manservant! They stood and stared at one another for a split second, then Houei turned and began to saunter off in the opposite direction.
For a moment, Alex thought that his eyes must be playing tricks. He was too tired, he was having visions ... But no, it was Houei all right, he would recognize that mischievous asiatic face anywhere. The young Vietnamese had stopped, and was making the pretense of trying up a loose shoe lace. Then he continued to walk slowly forward, crossing the bridge over the Limmat River, Houei looking back occasionally to make sure Alex was following him all right.
They were now walking up steep, narrow streets lined with old fashioned houses contrasting sharply with the newer sections Alex had seen of the Swiss city. Then Houei stopped in front of a dark, rambling hotel, and Alex waited behind, to see what the Oriental would do. Houei walked straight into the hotel and disappeared.
Warily, Alex approached the hotel entrance. As he passed out of the bright sunshine into the gloom of the hotel lobby, he took the rucksack off his back. Swinging it gently back and forth in his hands, he prepared to swipe out at anyone who might be looking for trouble. His eyes became accustomed to the dim lighting, and he saw Houei standing halfway up a flight of dirty stone steps. The man was smiling and beckoning him to follow.
Quickly, Alex ran up the stairs, catching up with Houei at the top of the flight.
"Hello, Mr. Knight. Look, we go in here," he said, pointing to a door at the end of the short landing.
"Who's there? What is this place?" Alex hissed, taking hold of Houei's arm. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Please come inside," his servant answered. "Two men are in there. They will answer questions."
Alex kept behind Houei as they approached the door. He had taken a gun out of his shoulder holster, and was holding it tight when they entered the room. He didn't know what to expect, but he wasn't taking chances at this point of the game.
Two men walked forward, both complete strangers.
"Mr. Knight, we're glad to see you're doing fine," one of them said in a heavily German-accented French. By his business like appearance and his measured' gestures, Alex decided that he was probably a German Swiss. "Please come inside," the stranger went on in a cordial voice. "You can put your gun away. We have been contacted by Pei Liao, from Phonom Penh, and have been expecting you. We have papers to identify ourselves."
Alex moved slowly into the room, but he kept the gun pointed at the two men.
"May I you my credentials?" the same man asked, again speaking in his heavily accented French.
Alex nodded, and the man reached inside his breast pocket. He held them out, and Alex took the papers from him. They were genuine enough. They would mean nothing to anyone else, but he knew that these people were on his side. At his turn, Alex extracted his own identification papers from his pocket and: showed them to the men.
Shaking hands with the two Swiss agents, Alex flung himself down on a rickety bed in the corner of the room.
"Now," he said, lighting a cigarette, "Fill me in on the details. What's happened? How did he get here?" He was referring to Houei who sat smiling his usual candid smile, Alex knew that he understood every word spoken between him and the two men like the good tri-lingual Vietnamese he was.
The man who seemed to be the leader-at least, he was the one who spoke always-related all he knew. He didn't give Alex many details, but the American spy got a broad outline of what had happened. So the game was really up. His carer as a double agent had ended. If ever he got away from Zurich, he would probably never see the western world again. . .at least, there was a good chance of this happening, though Alex was confident in his lucky star ... There were ways of doing things, there were always ways for the Alex Knights of this world....
He listened, eyes half-closed as the man told how Michael, Brian' and Houei had left Saigon and encountered a thousand perils before finally crossing the frontier into Laos. After this eventful beginning, the three had gone quite safely to Phnom Penh, and last night had stayed in the room where Alex now found himself. The hotel was owned by a "friend" Alex gathered ... Michael and Brian had already left in the direction of Germany with properly forged sets of documents. Alex was to leave the following day in the company of Houei. He should get some rest tonight and prepare for the rest of his precarious journey.
The German Swiss was coming to the end of his story.
"There is only one thing I'd like to add. We've just been informed that Pei Liao has been captured by Major Carter's men after he had returned to Saigon to go on with his work for the National Liberation Front...."
"I'm sorry," Alex replied. "Pei was a good man. He will be a loss to his people. He did valuable work for me in Saigon."
Alex now turned to Houei, and for the first time since he had entered the room, spoke in English. He didn't know if the two men could understand or not. It didn't matter anyway.
"And may I ask what you are doing here?" he asked in a mock stern tone.
Houei looked abashed for a minute, then he went into a lengthy and involved explanation. Alex gathered the young man was aware of the situation and of the role his master had played in the affairs of his own country, but that he still wanted to follow him and his two friends wherever they'd go.
What did it matter? Alex thought. Houei actually didn't have any allegiance to a specific piece of land. He could have been born any place on this earth, and it wouldn't matter. Ir he wanted to follow the destiny of his master, so be it.
The two strangers stood up, and walked towards the door.
"I suggest you have a rest, Mr. Knight," the leader said. "We are going to take care of your identification documents. Well be back early tomorrow morning to give you proper instructions on the itinerary you should follow."
As they left the room, Alex looked at his watch. It was mid-day. He could have a long, much needed rest.
"Houei, I'm going to sleep," he said to his faithful manservant. "I shall rely on you to stay awake. If that door locks, lock it."
He closed his eyes, and sleep swam into his brain almost immediately. The last two days, hitching on minor roads, traveling across Switzerland at night, had been very strenuous. He hadn't dared relax for a minute. But now, everything seemed to be ail right It wasn't over yet, but a great deal had been accomplished. He just had to be patient. . and things would smooth out by themselves.
As he drifted into sleep, he heard Houei fiddling with the lock on the door, as though he were having trouble with it. Then, he plunged into restful darkness and silence.
How long had he remained asleep he didn't know, but he was suddenly aware that a hand was pressing over his mouth. He opened his eyes and saw that it was Houei. He lay perfectly still, realizing that he was required to awaken quietly. In the silence, he heard a slight noise just outside the door of their room. Someone was attempting to force the lock.
The blinds had been drawn, and the room was plunged in semi darkness. Houei removed his hand, and stealthily getting up from the bed, Alex rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. His gun, which he had replaced in the shoulder strap, was now out again and ready in his hand. He was relieved to see that Houei also held a gun in his hand, and was glad he had taught him to shoot. What had been regarded as an amusing pastime was going to prove quite useful.
The two men positioned themselves flat against the wall close to the door. It opened inwards, and whoever entered would not see them immediately. Whoever was so busily working on the lock was determined to be quiet, and consequently, it was taking him a long time. The minutes ticked by and Alex glanced at his watch. It was six in the afternoon. He had slept quite a few hours.
At last, there was a series of clicking noises. The lock had been forced. For a while, nothing happened It was very quiet in the room and Alex could hear the beat of his own heart. He glanced at Houei and saw sweat beading on the young Oriental's forehead. The intruder outside was waiting to see if anyone had heard him working on the lock. After what seemed a very long time, although it was only a few minutes, the door handle slowly began to turn, and then the door swung open. Again there was complete silence.
Alex raised the revolver in his hand, and Houei did the same. They stood, pressed against the wall, watching the door which had opened inwards. And' then a medium-height, strong looking man sauntered into the room. He was wearing shorts which revealed his hairy legs, and a brightly checkered shirt that needed ironing. He carried a camera over one arm, and sticking out of a pocket of his shorts could be seen a wad of travel pamphlets.
As soon as the intruder reached the center of the room, he saw Alex and Houei pressed against the wall behind the door. He froze, not moving his face expressionless.
Then he spoke, in a bad German: "I'm sorry, gentlemen, but I seem to have come into the wrong room."
He started to amble towards the door again, but Alex clicked the safety catch on his revolver, and the man froze into stillness for the second time. Alex kicked the door shut.
"Who are you?" he asked in English, in a clipped expressionless voice.
"I'm sorry," the intruder apologized again. "But I think I'm actually in the wrong hotel, and certainly I'm in' the wrong room. I only arrived in Zurich last night, and these cheap hotels are all very similar, don't you think?"
Alex didn't reply, but waited. Eventually, the man continued. " I thought this was the right hotel and when I found my key wouldn't fit into the lock, I decided to open it by other means. I didn't wish to disturb the manager. I'm glad you're Americans, it makes it easier to explain my obvious indiscretion."
He stopped talking and fished into his pocket. Alex's finger tightened on the gun trigger, but all the man produced was a pair of bifocal rimless glasses, which he perched on the end of his long, up-tilted nose. They made him look even more ridiculous, and Houei began to grin. But Alex didn't lower his gun.
"May I ask where you learned to pick locks?"
"Yes, you may," the man replied in his funny, high-pitched voice. "I see by what you are holding in your hand, that your job sometimes puts you in a position where you are not exactly on the right side of the law. Well, for many years I was a burglar and a very good one, I may say. I've been retired now for some time, but I still remember a few of the old tricks. The trouble is my memory. It just isn't what it was. I should never have entered into this hotel. It obviously isn't the one I checked in last night. And I should never have attempted to pick the lock of this room. But I felt quite sure it was mine. The hallway is so dark."
His voice trailed away, and Alex lowered his revolver. Houei had already put his back into his pocket.
"Well, old man," Alex said in a friendlier voice. "I'm afraid you'll have to keep us company for quite a few hours. Then, if I were you, I would forget the whole incident. I'm sure you understand what I mean...."
The man grinned, showing a set of false teeth. "Yes, I see what you mean ... I shall probably forget anyway. My memory is so bad I forget everything. My name is Franciscus, by the way, I won't ask your. No point. May I sit down? Might as well be comfortable if I've got to stay here."
Alex nodded, and the man shuffled towards the bed where Alex had been sleeping. He passed quite close to where Alex and Houei were still standing with their backs to the wall. Suddenly, he had the camera strap, which was slung over his shoulder, in his hand. Moving like a striking viper, he swung the camera with deadly accuracy at Alex's arm which was hanging by his side, the gun still held in his hand. It struck his wrist before he could move, the pain deadening his whole arm. The gun clattered to the floor.
Houei started to reach for his own gun, it was too late for him too. The intruder stood with a half-smile, half-snarling his face. A gun had appeared as if from now here, and the hand which held it was as steady as a rock.
"One move, Mr. Alexander Knight and they will have to pass sentence on your dead body," he hissed. "And the same goes for your friend."
Alex felt the numbness going out of his arm, and wanted to rub it, he daren't move. He could hardly believe that this funny looking tourist had suddenly transformed himself into a dangerous guy. He looked closely at the face of the man, nothing the steady blue eyes-a look he had seen somewhere-the thin strands of hair covering his nearly bald head, and the bushy gray eyebrows. Then he began to course himself. The man was wearing a false scalp, which made him appear almost bald. Now that he looked closely, he could see the faint line of an artificial skull cap across the man's forehead. To a layman, it wouldn't be noticeable, but he had worn one himself before and he knew he was right. Those eyes....
The man began to speak, and his voice was cold with hate.
"You're probably wondering who I really am?" he said, licking his dry lips. Then, in a theatrical gesture, he pulled off the wig, the false nose, the false teeth. It was Lieutenant Edwin Mc Cullough!
"You thought I had disappeared from the face of earth, Mr. Knight when my body wasn't recovered in Hong Kong. But this little adventure helped me tie many loose ends. Do you remember, Mr. Knight, the Li Xieng affair? And the grenade at the combat school? You wanted to arrange for a dishonorable death for me, didn't you? by the way, I heard of Sulling's accident. . .Well, I only wish I had time to arrange a messy death for you. But as it is, I intend to simply put you in the hands of Interpol agents who are waiting for me right outside this door, Mr. Knight ... You never liked to answer questions, now you'll have to do a lot of talking ... You see, Mr. Knight, it only takes a spy to catch another spy...."
