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 Memoirs of a Henchman: The Spy Who Was My Sex Slave

   -This is the first in what I intend to be a series that follows the
sexual exploits and misadventures of a henchman.  This particular story is
a parody of James Bond and other spy films, focusing on the unnamed
henchman narrator capturing a female secret agent.  She is taken to the
henchman's boss who uses her to test out one of his nefarious new mind
control machines.  (M/F, Oral, Foot, MD, Mind Control)-

   I work for a man bent on world domination.  I know, I know, who does not
in this day and age?  But I mean this is the strictest of literal senses. I
help my employer in his strive to take over the earth.  I pull heists to
help raise money for his evil schemes, guard his underground secret base,
and kidnap those whom he wants kidnapped.  Whatever he needs done, I am his
man.  (At least as long as his money is still good.) I am just one of the
many nameless and faceless drones that are known in the business as
henchmen.

   Now, dear reader you are probably saying to yourself "What an awful,
awful man!" And you would be correct in your assessment.  I might be awful,
but I do not consider myself an evil man.  A greedy and amoral man most
definitely, but not evil.  As a great, short, and hairy mutant man once
said, "I am the best there is at what I do, but what I do is not very
nice." I take this fully to heart.  Then again, I am in a line of work
where I am surrounded by some of the dumbest and most incompetent people in
the whole fucking universe.  If you wonder why the earth has never been
taken over, destroyed, or what-have-you by now, I can give you the answer.
It is because almost everyone involved on both sides of the battle over who
controls the earth are for the most part buffoons.  I think that Jonathan
Swift described what my life is like elegantly, "When a true genius appears
in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in
confederacy against him."

   It is understandable if you think I am exaggerating.  I could be just
another disgruntled employee ranting on about how he is the only
intelligent person in the whole office.  Yet if you have ever seen any spy
movie, you know exactly what I am talking about.  Male secret agents, the
majority of agents in this male dominated sexist world we live in, are horn
dogs who are so fucking full of themselves, and yet they bumble around and
fall into every obvious trap imaginable.  They get by on their looks and
sheer dumb luck.

   Likewise, most henchmen cannot think for themselves or hit the broad
side of an aircraft carrier when shooting.  Even worse, they somehow are
not able to hold their own against one man, even when they out number him
more than twenty to one.

   The criminal "masterminds" that these henchmen follow are as predictable
as a broken watch.  They are perhaps the only people in the world more full
of themselves than the secret agents.  Being such attention whores they
inevitably decide to reveal their evil "cunning plan" to the agent the
first chance they get.  It does not stop there, oh no.  You would think a
supposed genius would kill anyone who has a chance of getting in their way
as soon as possible.  Instead of this logical and reasonable approach,
there must be an elaborate and climatic death trap, which surprise,
surprise is easily escapable.

   Of course all secret agents, by their very nature, are irresistible to
female henchmen (or any attractive woman for that matter).  These women,
again by their very nature it seems, are fucking sex crazed.  But will they
ever give their male henchmen counterparts the time of day?  NO!  And so
the secret agent will use his almost mystical sexual powers on these lusty
ladies to get out of the trap, if relying on pure luck or stupid ass
gadgets fails to bring about his escape.  If henchwomen would turn to their
colleagues to fulfill their needs this would not be a problem.

   On the other hand, female secret agents are just plain stupid and
incompetent.  Where my employers seem to be the only people more full of
themselves, the female agents seem to be the only people more obvious to
the world around them than their male equivalents.  The female agents
ALWAYS get caught and need the male agents to rescue their asses.  They are
all just bimbos whose only real purpose is to provide eye candy for rich
and powerful older men or to try and keep the male agent's sexual
dalliances in-house.  I guess the misogynistic clandestine government
agencies implement a hiring policy that tries to support and reinforce
their sexist views.

   Another thing you might be pondering is, "If everyone you work with is
so stupid and incompetent then why do you do it?" Now that is an easy one
to answer, MONEY.  Do you know how much these rich power hungry evil
masterminds pay?  A shitload.  We are talking about people who devote their
entire lives to throwing millions upon billions of dollars into over
complex, arbitrary, and convoluted plans.  They get their jollies by
throwing their vast fortunes into bottomless pits.  Furthermore the work I
have to do is, on the whole, pretty easy.  So easy that the morons I work
with can do it.  I have a certain set of skills and I look for the most
profitable place to utilize them.  Plus I get to travel the world to the
most exotic of locations: spending one week in an abandoned volcano, the
next in a bathysphere on the sea floor, and rounding out the month on a
secret moon base.  Call me a sellout if you must, I love what I do just not
who I do it with.

   The next logical thing to pop into your mind is most likely something
along the lines of "You sure sound like you are full of yourself there too,
hypocrite." But you would be wrong.  I am not full of myself.  I am
confident, yes, but I know my limits and think through everything I do.  I
try to use a little fucking common sense here and there.  Long ago I
realized that I am the only one in the business that does.  If you do not
believe me, then here is the story of why I left my last employer.

   It all started one day while I was on break, walking to my quarters in
my boss's top secret lair.  I could tell you where this lair is located,
but then I would have to kill you...  Just kidding, actually it is located
underground, below his "legitimate" business headquarters.  Not all that
original or secret for the location of a "top secret" base of operations.
But it is pretty practical.  (I have heard through the henching grapevine
that all the super-villains, mad scientists, and covert terrorists that
built their lairs in the polar ice caps are up shit creek now because of
global warming.  With all the ice melting around them, the government
agencies are having a field day finding these no longer hidden huge
structures.) At the time I was working for a multi-billionaire named
Archibald Platinio who, you guessed it, had this strange obsession with
platinum.  I had just spent the last 6 hours excitingly sitting at a
computer console waiting for Mr.  Platinio to give the sign for me to push
some buttons and turn some dials.  The buttons and dials probably served
some purpose for his latest diabolical machine that will do something or
other that either makes money or destroys something.  He is not really big
on filling his underlings in on the details, although he is really big on
incoherent ranting and raving.

   Anyway, as I said, I was on my way to my quarters when I saw this
beautiful woman crouching in the corridor ahead of me.  Now I pride myself
on staring at and ogling every attractive woman that I work with, as all
henchmen do, since most of the time we have nothing better to do.  But I
did not recognize this woman or her fine posterior.  The very fact that she
was trying not to be noticed also tipped me off.  Well, truth be told,
there was never any doubt in my mind.  The second I saw her I knew she was
an agent up to no bad (as opposed to no good, which is what I was up to).
In the PC world that we live in I have to meaninglessly preface this
statement with an "I hate to stereotype," but once you have seen female
agent you have seen them all.

   She had not noticed me yet so I used this to my advantage.  All I had to
do was walk right up behind her, not even having to fucking sneak.  Truly,
incompetence at its best.  She never realized I was there until I grabbed
her by a nerve point, allowing her enough time to turn around surprised and
see my smiling face as she blacked out.

   Now that I had time to look her over and sneak in a little grope here
and there, I was not surprise to notice that she was a real looker.  No spy
agency, governmental or private, hires ugly women, even their cleaning
ladies are probably all smoking hot.  This one I had my hands on, and all
over, was somewhere in her mid-twenties and really filled out her black spy
suit wonderfully with nice big breasts, probably somewhere between a C and
D, and a toned and firm ass.  Her hair was long and blonde, which she of
course had pulled back in a ponytail.  For some reason these agents think
that ponytails are the best style for sneaking around.  You would think
that some sort of bun would make more sense, but then again no one ever
said these women operate on our mere human logic.

   I searched her thoroughly in all her nooks and crannies, finding her
super-secret spy gadgets.  I knew the routine.  I took everything but the
clothes off her back, and even then I took all the buttons and zippers off
her clothes.  There was no way I would let her get away miraculously
because I carelessly left her with something high-tech.  Once I was
convinced she was escape proof, I picked her up and carried her back to my
good old boss.

   Now for a little about said good old boss.  The best way I can describe
him is: BAT-SHIT FUCKING INSANE!  But this is rather typical of those who
want to rule or destroy the world, for these are not the desires of normal
healthy fully functional beings.  But I digress.  Archibald Platinio is a
man with some peculiar habits and characteristics.  As I have mentioned
before, he is obsessed with collecting anything and everything that is made
of platinum.  But odd behavior does not stop there.  He loves to create new
and innovative machines.  These machines can have any number of purposes,
none of which are beneficial to the general public at large.  Since he
possesses a lack of scruples and morals, he likes to test these machines
out on human subjects.  We henchmen do not want to be his guinea pigs, so
we quickly hand over any and all intruders we may find in or around the
base as we go about our workplace routines.  This was to be the destiny of
my sexy new friend.

   Coming into my boss' office with the young woman over my shoulder, no
one gave me a second glance.  This sort of thing was business as usual. 
Platinio did not even bother to look up when I walked in.  I stood there a
few minutes as he poured over a schematic for one of his inventions. 
Finally I was forced to cough in order to get his attention.

   This nearly caused him to jump out of his skin.  I guess he really had
not known I was there.  When he finally calmed down, and I could control my
urge to laugh in his face, I told him, "I found this girl sneaking around
the base." With that great revelation out of the way, I placed the still
unconscious spy babe down on his desk.

   A crazed smile spread over the face of my boss and he began to whisper,
"Excellent.  My latest invention has just been completed.  She will be the
perfect subject for my new sex slave machine." Without another word he got
up and walked out the door.

   "Sex slave machine...?" I thought to myself as I watched him head
towards his lab.  I had never seen the crazy old bastard with any sort of
sexual inclination over the many years I have known him.  He was always far
too obsessed with platinum and his machines to care about the fairer or
even the non-fairer sex.  I had pretty much just assumed he was asexual or
had some kind of metal fetish.  Now out of the blue he has a sex slave
machine?  Who would have thunk it?  Deciding it was not my place to judge
the man (who am I kidding, of course it is my place to do so); I picked the
girl back up and followed him into the lab.

   Platinio was standing next to a gigantic contraption with a chair
strategically place in front of it.  I took a great logical leap, and
placed the agent in the chair.  There were straps on the arms and legs of
the chair, so again I took it on faith that I needed to strap her into the
chair.

   At this point the girl started to move as I finished fashioning the last
of the restraints.  She was coming to, but it was too late.  Feeling and
then tugging at the restraints, she opened her eyes to find out what kind
of predicament she would find herself in.  After taking in the chair, she
looked past me to Platinio.  (I was not important enough to warrant even a
glance, the stuck up bitch.).  With her voice still groggy, she did her
best to sound tough by asking Platinio, "Do you expect me to talk?"

   Giving her his most crazed of smiles he replied, "No Ms.  Agent, I
expect you to become my sex slave!"

   I stepped back away from her just in time to see the old bat flip a
switch.  The mother fucker had almost started the damned machine while I
was still standing there.  And knowing him he would not have cared in the
least if he had.  But these thoughts of how much a loathed the man were
soon left far behind as a blue beam of light engulfed our victim.  Her eyes
were now wide open and focused straight on me.  And when I say focused, I
mean with fucking pristine precision.  It seemed like she was taking in
every detail of my very being down to the core and beyond.  Her eyes
followed me, caught the slightest of my movements.  I could see that she
was straining against her restraints, not trying to escape but trying to be
nearer to me.  The whole thing was very unnerving.

   I was relieved when Platinio finally flipped the switch again, turning
off the machine.  But the girl's eyes were still locked onto me, even as I
walked over behind the chair in preparation of unstrapping her.  As I
passed by her, she managed to rub her face into my arm like a cat wanting
to be petted.  Coming to a stop behind the chair, she tried to swivel her
head to maintain eye contact and finally was forced to lean her head back
so that she could stare up at me.  I was more taken by surprise when she
spoke.

   "Master." She uttered up to me in an awestruck voice.

   At this moment Platinio sauntered up to us and ordered "Girl, look at
me."

   But the girl ignored him completely.

   So he once more ordered, "Slave I said look at me!  Your master commands
it!"

   She continued to stare at me, as if she did not hear a word he said.

   Acting on a hunch, I told the agent, "Look at him," while pointing
towards my none-too-sane employer.

   Naturally she immediately turned her head, looking right at my boss.

   "Astounding!  So my device was a success!  It just made her the slave of
whoever she was looking at while the device was on!" And with that the mad
scientist walked out of his lab without another word or glance back.

   I was now stuck alone with a woman who obviously thought I was her
master.  This might sound like the dream come true for your average red
blooded man, and it definitely would normally have been for me too.  But I
was not sure what my boss wanted to do with the now ex secret agent.  I
looked back down at her and could tell she was exhausted.  There was no way
she would be able to walk anywhere, so being the gentleman that I am, I
unstrapped the lady from the sex slave machine and I scooped her up in my
arms.

   On her part she snuggled in closer to me, resting her head on my chest
while still staring into my eyes with her obsessively devoted gaze.

   I had no idea what to do with her.  I could just kill her.  I have no
real qualms with killing someone in cold blood.  However, I am no
psychopath who kills at the drop of a hat and I was not sure that was what
the boss wanted.  I decided that until I had further orders I would take
her back to my room and think of what to do with her from there.  "I guess
I just found myself a new pet." I said, smiling down at her.

   She giggled, in the cutest little girl voice, and snuggled into my chest
even further.  Being old enough to be her father, that is exactly what I
felt like but in an incestuously sexy kind of way.

   As I walked towards my room, I felt her breathing slow and even out. 
She was fast asleep long before we were in front of my door.  At which
point I found that I had a bit of a problem.  My arms were full of a
sleeping slave and all I could do was just glare fruitlessly at the
doorknob.  While she was not very heavy, she was also not small enough to
make this very convenient.  I was forced to juggle her in my arms as I
tried to work the fucking knob.

   Like the worst kind of sitcom's caricature of a newlywed, eventually I
stumbled inside carrying her across the threshold and worked my way to my
bed.  This ex-agent was already becoming a hassle for me, even only in the
slightest of ways.  Slight inconveniences have a way of adding up and as
any rageoholic knows they are usually the things that push you over the
edge.  Nevertheless I carefully placed her down on my bed.  As I pulled the
covers over her, I noticed her eyes her slightly open.

   She smiled at me, sleepily whispering, "Thank you Master," and drifted
off back to dreamland.  She was so gods damned adorable I could not stay
mad.  Which I knew was another bad sign.

   My break over and my new bunkmate fast asleep, I headed back off to the
daily grind.  As I walked back to work I could not seem to get my mind off
of her.  What was I going to do with her?  She obviously thought of me as
her master, but how far did that go and what exactly did that entitle me
to? Could I make her do anything I wanted?  Does she have a will of her own
anymore?  Does she live to please me?  Could I withstand the temptation of
not using her to the full advantage?  Does it even matter if I do?  And
then there was Platinio.  If I did not bring it up to him, he would quickly
and completely forget about the whole incident.  Shit, he probably already
had.  If I did bring it up to him, he would just have the girl killed.  So
it was kind of merciful of me to keep her as my pet sex slave.  I doubt she
would think the same way, but her mind was too fucked up now to know that.
Luckily my job mainly consists of standing around doing absolutely nothing.
Maybe it is actually unlucky, because it gave me far too much time to think
about all of this.  By the time my shift was over I had not really gotten
anywhere with all my jumbled thoughts.  I headed back to my room not
knowing what to expect.

   Opening the door I slowly stepped inside.  Without warning a figured
rushed at me tackling me to the floor.  Years of training fortified me for
this sort of situation; I turned the fall into a roll and pinned the figure
under me.  I felt their legs wrap tightly around my waist and saw their
arms making for my neck.  I just barely managed to grab my unknown
assailant's hands and press them to the floor.  Before I could react any
further I sensed their face thrust forward, so braced myself for a
head-butt.  What I was not prepared for was a kiss; a hot passionate kiss
that took the fight and breath out of me.  Taken off guard by the kiss I
realized that their legs were not being used to grapple me in a
conventional sense, instead they were being used so that my intruder could
grind their crotch against me.  I felt like such an idiot when the kiss
ended and the face pulled back to reveal the female agent.  It was clear
that she had not intended to harm me, only to sexually assault me.

   Keeping my hold on her hands I pulled the top half of my body away from
her, but her legs sill had a death grip on me.  I knew if I let go of her
arms that she would use them to latch herself on to me tighter, but I
needed my hands free to disengage her legs.  Rolling us over so I was on my
back I allowed her face to once more descend and feast upon me.

   I slowly worked her arms above her head, closer to each other.  When her
arms finally met above her head, I quickly let go of one of them and grab
it so that I held both of her hands together with one of my own.  Keeping
her arms trapped above her head, I planted my legs and free hand under me
to thrust myself up on to my feet.  Once standing I surged forward and
launched myself onto the bed, landing my full weight on my sexual captor.

   The wind was knocked out of her and straight into my mouth.  But her
grip on my waist loosened enough for me to wiggle free.

   Breathing heavily, I stepped clear of her, crouching in a ready posture
watching her for any more signs of a planned assault.

   She just lay on the bed, trying to catch her breath, scrutinizing me
with a dutiful smile.  When her breath finally did come back she said,
"Welcome back Master.  I missed you so much."

   Relaxing a little, I responded, "Well next time I would appreciate it if
you did not jump me the second I walk in the room.  I know you likely
cannot help yourself, but still..." What in the gods names was I going to
do with this girl?  She was completely and utterly horned up for me and my
boss had all but left her as my responsibility, or he had just left her and
I had taken on the responsibility myself.(But that is splitting hairs!) In
all probability she would do everything in her power to track me down and
find me if I tried to get rid of her.  The only real options were to kill
her or to keep her...

   It had been a long day.  I was tired and did not want to have to deal
with this shit right now.  I was in no mood for cold blooded heartless
murder.  Sighing deeply, I walked over and sat on the end of the bed.  I
pulled off my fully platinum colored uniform, ever conscious of the eyes
watching me worshipfully.  Once down to my underwear I stood back up,
walked to the other side of the bed, and climbed under the covers.

   It did not take long for the girl to throw off all her own clothing,
clamber under the covers, and snuggle up against me.  I was lying on my
back, but she managed to work my arm out and around her, resting her head
upon my chest.  In this position she pulled her naked body into me, breasts
pressed into my side and leg draped over mine with her soaking wet crotch
rubbing into my boxers.  I had to keep swatting her hand way as it tried to
sneak inside said boxers and have a little fun.  Eventually the long and
marginally eventful day got to us both and we fell asleep.

   I came abruptly awake the next morning, feeling the body pressed against
me shift and slide off of me.  I made no sign of consciousness, waiting to
see what she was up to.  I considered it highly unlikely that the whole sex
slave thing had been an act; because that would be giving these people too
much credit.  But just because she was now my sex slave did not
automatically mean that she was no longer a spy, she could still try to
sneak off to access confidential information in order to send to her
handlers.  So I kept my senses at attention to find out what she was up to.
I felt her carefully pull the sheet off of me and then her weight settle
back on the lower half of the bed.  I opened my eyes just enough to find
out what she was doing,

   Rather suspiciously she was watching me for signs of movement.  When she
felt safe in the fact that I was still asleep, she moved in closer to my
crotch.  Tentatively she reached into the hole at the front of my boxers
and pulled my slumbering 6.5 inch member out of its cloth confines.  Her
face took on a look of rapturous ecstasy as she moved in for closer look
and nuzzled against my cock.  Her purring in pleasure reverberated through
my body.  Her whole world seemed to have become my erection.  She breathed
in its scent and shuttered with delight.  Pulling her head back she licked
her lips and stared at it hungrily.  Slowly lowering her mouth, she savored
the taste as my cock entered her mouth and made initial contact with her
taste buds.  Tongue swirling to cover every inch starting under my
foreskin, she worked my dick deeper and deeper into her mouth.  When she
bottomed out and finally reached the base, she rested there, nose brushing
against my forest of pubic hair.  Just as slowly she pulled her head back
up until just the very tip was still in her mouth.  Her tongue did
wonderful things with that tiny portion of my anatomy as one of her hands
slid down to cup and toy with my balls.  Suddenly her tongue stopped its
wonderful playing under my foreskin and with one great thrust she took my
whole cock into her mouth and throat once more.  Just as fast she pulled
back almost completely off my cock and then plunged back down again.  She
built a fast and powerful pace as she fucked her own face using my prick.

   The feeling, sight, and knowledge that this bitch was sexually insane
were amazing, truly indescribably.  This sort of thing is not something
that can be withstood for long.  Soon enough my balls started to boiling
with a need to release.

   She seemed to sense the exact right moment, because as abruptly as she
had started she stopped her facial thrusting and left just the head of my
cock with foreskin drawn back pressed against her lips right as the first
jet of cum shot out.  I filled up her mouth, but she did not swallow right
away.  She savored the taste and contemplated the texture and consistency
of my semen first, her whole body trembling in orgasm all the while.  When
carnal and culinary delight finally faded enough she swallowed my load. 
Collapsing down, she rested her head against my crotch, once more nuzzling
against my wilted and spent cock.

   Deciding it is a good a time to get up as any, since she could not have
conceivably believed that I had slept through all that, I push her head off
of me and climb out of bed.

   She watched me dreamily as I pulled out a fresh uniform.  Her languid
state had been only a ruse though; she shot off the bed the second I
started toward the bathroom for a shower.

   Turning to her I commanded, "No!  I shower alone!" With that I slammed
the door in her face.  I knew I was being unnecessarily cruel to the woman
who had only moments before sent me to heights of pleasure I had never
imagined, but it was not like I had asked for any of this and she was an
enemy agent after all.  Besides, I was supposed to be the master in this
relationship and she needed to learn her place.  Killing her would still be
the wisest course of action at this point, but I was not sure that was what
Platinio wanted.  I was just using that as an excuse not to do anything.  I
should not have allowed her to give me that blow job; it was clouding my
judgment.  Having considered all of my options during the shower, I decided
to wait for at least a few days to see if he did give me orders regarding
her even though I knew he had already long forgotten about her.

   All washed up and dressed I came out of the bathroom to find the girl,
whose name I had never gotten around to asking, still standing by the
doorway.  Coming to an abrupt stop in order not to run into her, I told
her, "I have decided that you might as well stay with me for the time
being, at least until I talk to Platinio and see what he wants to do with
you."

   She squealed with joy and still naked form wrapped her arms around me in
a hug.  "Oh thank you Master!  Thank you!  Thank you!" she screamed, trying
to smother me in kisses.

   I suffered her appreciation for a few moments before pushing her off me.
"Take a shower and then get dressed.  I expect you to behave yourself while
I am working.  Don't push me or I might decide it is not worth the trouble
keeping you alive." With that said I left the room and started my work day.

   It was a rough day at the office.  I spent most of it trying to corner
Platinio and ask him what he wanted done with the girl, but he was always
too busy.  Shit, we were all too busy.  Water cooler gossip had it that
some espionage agency was hot on the trail of Platinio.  They must have
been the ones who sent the girl in.  Our sources had picked up on a lot of
activity which seemed to be focused on our operations.  They were getting
ready for something and Platinio wanted to know what.  So everyone was
running around trying to figure out who was nosing around Platinio's
businesses and interests.  We were also getting ready for when they
ultimately tracked down his lair.  I on the other hand was not too worried,
because I had the perfect source of information right at my fingertips.  If
Platinio did not want to bother to use her, then I would.  More credit for
me that way.

   So when it was finally time to punch the clock, I punched that sucker
hard and I was glad to walk through the door into my living quarters.  It
looked like my little sex slave was going to be useful after all.  AND I
was not pounced upon the moment I entered, so things really were looking
up.

   Instead of tackling me, my little secret agent was standing by the bed
smiling at me with admiration and worship.  I could just imagine her little
tail wagging if she had one.

   Plopping down on the bed, I let out a long built up and held in sigh as
I pulled off my shoes.  Closing my eyes I lay back, relaxing after running
around all day.  I cracked my eyes open a bit when I felt a pair of hands
grab hold of my de-shoed feet.  I let them close again when those hands
started to massage my aching feet.  My sighs of frustration were turned to
those of pleasure by her skilled hands at work.

   My eyes flew completely open as something moist rubbed around the tip of
one toe and jumping to the one next to it.  Looking down at the girl, I saw
that her tongue was sticking out and she was running it across my toes.  I
raised a skeptical eyebrow as her tongue traveled farther down my foot as
she began to lick and suck everything that came close to her mouth.  I have
never been one for foot fetishism, but the sensation of her tongue running
along my soles and the warm moist suction of her mouth on my toes was
really getting to me.  I let her have her way with my feet, watching
transfixed by her every action.

   She bathed each foot with her tongue, making sure that every inch of
both my feet was coated in her saliva.  She treated my toes like tiny
little cocks that she wanted to milk for all they were worth, but also
taking her sweet time on each one.  She would suck them as deep into her
mouth as she could, gently nibbling and tickling them with the tip of her
tongue.  As her mouth worked one foot, her wonderful hands would be doing
their magic on the other.  The whole time her eyes stared back into mine
with devotion and longing.  She would shudder with each pass of her tongue,
not in disgust or revulsion, but in sheer pleasure.  She was enjoying the
act as much as I was, more so from the look of it.  She kept at it for half
an hour, stopping every now and then when her whole body would quake in
what I assumed to be orgasm.

   Finally deciding that enough was enough, I sat up and reached down to
pull her onto the bed with me.  Drawing her to me, we relaxed against each
other.  We lay silently pressed to each other, allowing time to drift past
us.  One of her hands rested on my crotch, gently rubbing against me and
keeping me hard.

   Breaking the silence I ask her, "What spy organization did you work
for?"

   Sighing with contentment, she continues the manipulation of my crotch as
she told me, "I am a field operative of Locate, Overwhelm, and Neutralize
Groups Boding Ominous to the World, or L.O.N.G.B.O.W.  I was trained in the
infiltration of enemy organizations to gain valuable intelligence."

   I had never heard of L.O.N.G.B.O.W., but it had the ring of a highly
funded and highly secret covert international policing organization with a
ridiculous name that somehow worked as a cliché acronym that was supposed
to be intimidating.  This was not good.  If they had their eyes on
Platinio, then his time was up.  There was no way they had only sent one
agent to infiltrate us.  I could not track them all down singlehandedly in
time no matter how incompetent and obvious they might be.  I had a bad
feeling that it was about time that I brushed the dust off the old résumé.

   But the bad feeling was getting drowned out by the good feelings her
hand was bringing to my nether regions.  Trying to keep my thoughts
focused, I disentangled myself from her and stood up.  Looking at the clock
I turned back to her and said, "You must be hungry.  Let's go the cafeteria
and grab something to eat.  But before we do that, you should probably wash
out your mouth and brush your teeth.  I have an unopened tooth brush in the
bathroom.  Feel free to use it."

   She nodded her head and walked into the bathroom.

   I took the time to clear my head of sexual thoughts and find my center;
only just managing to achieve this feat when she came out of the bathroom.

   As we left my room, she took my hand in hers and leaned against my
shoulder, like we were in middle school and we were going steady (and it
was the fucking 1950s!).  I decided to allow it, knowing full well I would
become the target of much of the office gossip tomorrow, people wondering
if I liked her or LIKE, liked her.

   We made it to the cafeteria without any problems that I could detect.  I
grabbed us each a tray and whatever food they had available.  It was not
quite fine dining.  Platinio did not fork over the dinero for luxury
catering.  But it was not prison food either; more like somewhere in the
middle.  The real selling point was that any of us henchman could come down
here at any time to grab something to eat and did not have to pay a dime.
We have a VERY good union.

   I am not friends with any of my co-workers, them being bumbling idiots
and all.  So no one else joined us.  Thank the gods.  They all watch us
carefully, wondering who the girl is and why she is all over me.

   My captured enemy combatant and I made it through the meal with plenty
of stares from everyone else in the room, most of them combined with
drooling.  This was no lecherous eye-fuck drool, but slack-jawed sign of
mental deficiency kind of drooling.  The whole time we ate the girl
insisted on feeding me.  The machine must have been set on dotting
girlfriend or smothering mother as opposed to sex slave, the way this girl
was acting.

   I tried to push her away, telling her to eat her own damned food and to
leave me alone.  Yet she was so persistent that I finally had to grab my
tray and get up from the table so that I could walk around it to sit across
from her.

   Not having thought the plan through.  This only gave her the opportunity
to rub her bare foot over my crotch, which was at least a little more
discrete and more along the lines of what a sex slave should do.

   Willing to put up with a foot job much more than being hand fed, I
withstood her tortuous foot play in silence as we finished our meal.

   As we were finishing one of the stupider or brasher of the herd risked
my terrible wrath and walked over.  His grating voice sounded like gravel
being hacked up by a particularly annoying and phlegm-filled frog, he
queried, "Duuuuuuuuuuuuuh, who be da dame?"

   I stared into his cold dead beady eyes, a dolls eyes (an exceptionally
stupid dolls eyes), and gave him the dirtiest Evil Eye I could muster.  I
continued to stare until he slowly backed away from our table, with hands
raised in a nonthreatening manner until he is out of my reach at which
point he hauled ass out of there.

   That seemed to placate the rest of the fucktards I am ashamed to call my
colleagues.

   Shortly we finished our dinner and cleaned up our mess.  Not wanting any
more to do with these clowns, we headed back to my room with her still
hanging on to me possessively for dear life.  Once inside I undressed and
climbed into bed exhausted and ready for sleep.

   My still nameless sex slave did likewise, snuggly once more against me.

   This time I rolled onto my side and facing away from my human pet.

   This does not dissuade her.  She presses her ample naked bust into my
back and threw her arm over me to draw us closer together.

   I did not have a very fitful night's sleep that night.  Every time she
thought I was sound asleep, the nympho would try to sneak her hand down to
my cock, which without fail, would immediately wake me up.  I would then
have to disengage her wandering hand.  This happened like clockwork
throughout the whole night.

   Finally desperate for uninterrupted sleep, I rolled on top of the girl,
pinning her under me.  Venting all of my frustration I thrust my teased
rock hard member into her as strong and fast as I could manage.  I gave her
the angry pounding that she had been looking for.

   From her reaction and the sounds she made, the secret agent turned
sexual agent did not much mind it at all.  In fact she met my thrust with
her own, just as strongly and desperately.

   Soon enough we were both drenched in sweat and panting, our actions were
full of passion and need.  Our lips met and we tried to suck the breath and
life force out of each other.

   I gave her everything that I had, trying to satisfy her so that she
would leave me alone and exhaust myself to such an extent that I could
sleep through anything else she might try.

   When we had both finally cum and lay bathed in sweat (our own and the
other's) I collapsed off of her.  The last thing my conscious mind
registers was her cuddling up to me before I pass out.

   I awoke the next morning to find my guest still clinging to me sound
asleep.  I unraveled myself from her death lock, being careful not to wake
her.  Tip toeing to the bathroom I showered and dressed before heading out
the door.  The sound of her snoring was blissful music to my ears.  This
must be what it is like for men who cheat on their wives.  Only I highly
doubt that they sneak around because their wife is too sexually demanding.

   The day I had at work was eye opening and revealing in the sense that I
was not at all surprised in how it went.  The writing on the wall could not
be clearer.  Platinio's reign of ineptitude was coming to its end.  This
all became crystalline when I noticed a "new" secretary working in the
office of Platinio's cover business.  She was acting very nervously, like
she was afraid of getting caught.  In other words, obviously she must be a
plant set up to infiltrate our organization.

   But when I tried to notify Platinio, he just brushed me off.  Telling me
I was being paranoid.  He claimed to have personally met and hired this
girl.

   "Since when does he stoop so low as to hire the secretary for his
pretend cover business?  That in itself proves that she fandangled her way
into the job." I muttered to myself before I tried to tell him all I knew
about L.O.N.G.B.O.W.

   This information only caused him to laugh arrogantly in my face.

   The inevitable, as you can imagine, came to pass.  Meer hours after
pointing out just how suspicious she was I found the secretary sneaking a
man into a restricted area.  Fortunately I was there to capture them both.
The man was clearly a spy by the unending gush of sexual innuendos flowing
out of his mouth.  When I handed them over to Platinio, instead of
questioning them or killing them on the spot he lived up to form and set
them up in an elaborate death trap.

   At that instant I decided to save my own skin.  I knew it was not going
to be long before the two agents escaped drawing and then loosing the full
force of L.O.N.G.B.O.W.  upon us.  The base was going to be the real (and
actually successful) death trap, but we henchmen would be the ones dying. I
was not going to be a casualty.  Leaving my post, I headed over to our
supplies department.  I dug around through the shelves for restraints and
the gaudiest and loudest clothes I could find, before heading back to my
room.

   Once inside I threw off my uniform and put on the multi-colored Hawaiian
shirt, swimming trunks, and sandals I had taken from supplies.  Now looking
like the most annoying of tourists, I grabbed my free ticket out of this
Hell hole, the female agent.

   Without telling her a word, I dragged her to our detention area.  I
found the guard on duty fast asleep.  He was a notoriously lazy bastard, so
I did not have to worry about waking him.  Walking past him into one of the
open cells I said to my follower, "Alright, this base is in deep shit. 
Your agency has successfully infiltrated us and will soon neutralize my
organization.  What we need to do is convince them that I am a fellow
prisoner.  I am an innocent man who has accidently found himself in very
deep waters.  To sell this I am going to need to restrain us both.  Then I
am going to shut the cell door and lock us in here.  When your cavalry
arrives you need to convince them of my story.  I do not want anything to
clue them in that I am your Master.  I am just a fellow prisoner; that is
all.  I will tell them that Platinio used some weird machine on you, but
have no idea what it did.  They will hopefully be able to fix you, at which
point it will be too late for you to sell me out."

   She nodded her understanding.

   Before I set up the restraints I told her to rough me up a bit, to help
sell the grift.  Once we had explored a little sado-masochism in our
relationship resolving in a bloody lip and black eye on my part, I added
the finishing touches of bondage and locked us in the cell.

   Not even two hours went by before the sounds of gun fire and explosions
drifted our way.  As I had guessed the fucking agent and his accomplice had
succeeded in escaping from the stupid death trap with ease (probably
killing 20 or more henchmen in the process, while still finding the time
for a quick roll in the hay).  The agents had evidently contacted their
agency and brought the full force of international law down on my now
former boss.  I was likely to be the only one had who worked for Platinio
to come out of this alive and not in jail...  Well scratch that last part.
I had my cover identity set up as flawless as I could manage in such a
short amount of time and a female agent to collaborate it for me.  Now all
we needed to do was sit in our cell and wait for our "rescue."

   It was not long before a group of armed men rushed into the room. 
Recognizing that we were prisoners they let us out, but warned that their
commander was going to want to speak with us.  My little nymphomaniac gave
the L.O.N.G.B.O.W.  soldiers her name, rank, and serial number, telling
them that she had been captured in the line of duty.  This rushed the cogs
on bureaucracy along a lot faster; instead of waiting for those in charge
to come to us, we were taken to them.

   From that point on it turned into a blur of questions directed at both
of us.  But we stuck to the story I had created.  I made myself out to be
the unluckiest tourist imaginable.  I had somehow found myself accidently
stumbling into one of Platinio's plans and paid the dire consequences.  I
explained that I was there when their agent had been brought into the cell
and that Platinio boasted of using one of his machines on her.

   They ate up all of my bullshit with relish.  Or at least believed it
enough that I was released and told not to discuss anything I witnessed,
which was fine by me.

   I could not help but chuckle to myself as I strolled out of Platinio's
secret lair scot-free.  The bastard really should have listened to me, but
that was no longer my problem.  I completely ignored the cries and screams
of my now former sex slave as I left her behind without a second thought. I
was surprised to realize I was going to miss her, but that was no longer my
problem either.  The only problem I had now was finding a new job.  There
is always someone looking for good henchmen, especially one that can tell
them all of Platinio's secrets.  I patted the pocket of my swimming trunks,
where I had the schematics of a few of Platinio's better inventions folded
up.  I just needed to find one that would actually listen to me for a
change.

   That ludicrous idea made me laugh all the louder as I walk on slowly
away from the rising sun.