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"Horizontal Limit"
By Shon Richards

	Amy Valentine swerved to the right and sent a huge wave of snow 
up in her wake.  If a hail of bullets hadn't of ripped the ground she 
was previously at, the agent might have had time to appreciate the mist 
of snow she created.  As it was, the young woman was too busy skiing 
for her life to really enjoy the Swiss mountains, the way the wind 
ripped through her long brown hair, or the refreshing speed she was 
attaining.

	Another burst of bullets sent her swerving to the left but one 
bullet ripped through the sleeve of her jacket.  A red rage descended 
on Amy.  She had just bought this white ski outfit, and she loved the 
way the pants hugged her long legs and round ass without restricting 
her movements.  It also came with these cute pink butterflies on her 
white gloves and matching jacket that had the same design as her pants.  

	"If Bethany ruined this outfit, I'll kill her," Amy swore as she 
ducked another barrage of bullets.

	Amy did a quick pat down to make sure she still had the 
blueprints stashed in her jacket.  They were still there, and Amy 
sighed a cold breath of relief as she zipped down the mountain.  Amy's 
employers, Paragon Industries, had discovered that their chief rivals, 
Diligent Enterprises, was building yet another of their secret mountain 
labs in the Swiss Alps.  Diligent was fond of these mountain locations 
because they were so hard to break into once fully functional.  Amy's 
mission was to get there before the lab was completed, and steal a copy 
of their blueprints.  More than likely Diligent Enterprises would 
bulldoze everything and start over to make the plans useless, but the 
costs would be enormous and enormous costs are why Amy got paid the big 
paychecks.  Amy already had her heart set on buying an antique katana 
to round out her collection.

	Amy's daydreams were disrupted by the disintegration of her right 
ski!  Fragments went flying as Bethany's bullets finally hit their 
mark.  Amy struggled to keep moving on one ski; her powerful thighs 
straining to maintain her balance at the tremendous speeds she was 
reaching.  With a quick presence of mind, she darted to between two 
trees, and released her ace in the hole.  She tagged both trees with 
her ski poles, and pressed the special trigger. 

	"If the boys at R and D don't pull through this time, I won't be 
alive to strangle them," Amy muttered.

~~~

	Bethany smirked.  After a second, she allowed herself to smile 
and then she gave herself permission to laugh openly.  She had just 
shot off one of Amy's skis, and it felt good.  She wondered if she 
would feel just as good when she caught up to the flat-chested bimbo 
and took the blueprints out of her cold dead hands.

	The busty blonde opened a burst of gunfire from her rifle and 
decided that there was something to be said for heavy weaponry.  
Usually her employment with Diligent Enterprises required her to carry 
concealable weapons but since she was babysitting the construction of 
this new lab; Bethany armed herself with the biggest, meanest automatic 
rifle she could find.  The vibrations and kickback from the rifle 
slowed her skiing down, but Bethany kind of liked how the kickback 
always made her breasts jiggle.  It was like the world's deadliest 
vibrator.

	Bethany was also pleased to have winged part of Amy's outfit.  
The white ski suit looked great on Amy, and even Bethany's co-workers 
made comments about how hot the infiltrator looked.  Bethany had just 
spent a large amount of money on her blue ski suit, which came with a 
matching bra that lifted Bethany's large breasts into a streamlined 
shape, but no one at work even mentioned it.  The blonde hated that.

	She watched Amy duck between two trees and then pull towards the 
far right.  Bethany shook her head.  The blonde couldn't believe that 
her enemy seriously thought that going between trees was going to throw 
Bethany off.  Bethany followed right in Amy's trail and zipped between 
the trees as well.

	That was when she hit the trap.  Bethany skied right into 
hundreds of tiny invisible wires, slamming against them at full speed.  
The wind was knocked from her as her forward momentum was suddenly 
stopped.  She released her grip on the rifle and braced herself for the 
fall against the snow but instead she found herself suspended between 
the trees.  She was stuck against the web!

	Bethany struggled but she couldn't free herself.  She saw the two 
devices that were causing her dilemma.  Twin boxes attached to each 
tree were extending metal coils that wrapped around the trees and the 
web was emerging from the coils.  The web itself was made of small 
wires covered with some sort of adhesive.  Every inch of Bethany's 
outfit that touched the web was stuck fast.  Hanging spread eagle 
between two trees in her ski outfit, she looked like an Alaskan 
Dominatrix's wet dream.

	"Oh, now I am REALLY pissed," Bethany swore.


~~~

	Amy tried to ski as long as she could, but exhaustion began to 
set in.  With Bethany safely trapped behind her, Amy could relax but 
she still had miles to go before she hit her rendezvous point and the 
sun was beginning to set.  Night was rapidly falling on the mountain 
and Amy was one ski short of a safe escape.

	"Damn it, I need a miracle," Amy said.  "Where's a singing nun 
with a warm cabin?  Where are some friendly elves working for Santa?  
I'll take a secret city that only appears once every ten years at this 
point."

	That was when she saw the campfire.  It was a modest tent and the 
fire was more of a flicker than a flame but Amy wasn't complaining.  
She steered her single ski like a snowboard towards the camp, her 
thighs screaming from the exertion.

	There were two men sitting in front of the fire and Amy yelled 
and waved to them before approaching.  The waving was enough to send 
her off-balance the agent fell flat to her side.  In a tumbling roll, 
the exhausted brunette crashed into their tent.

	"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Amy exclaimed.  "I am so sorry!

	The two men rushed over to her and helped her to her feet.  Amy 
was surprised by how easily they picked her up and she noticed that 
both of them were handsome young men with curly blond hair.  As one of 
them removed her single ski, she realized that she got her miracle 
after all.

	"Sorry about your tent there," Amy said.  

	The men looked at her blankly.  They sat her down and went to 
work on putting their tent back together.  Amy debated what kind of 
cover story to give them when she realized they were speaking to each 
other in a language other than English.  She tried greeting them in 
German, French, Japanese and Spanish, but she couldn't find a common 
language to communicate in.

	"Oh well, talking might not be needed tonight," Amy laughed as 
the two muscular men put their tent up.

~~~

	Bethany hung on the web.  The blonde screamed, she cursed and one 
point, she even tried just throwing a tantrum.  The web still held, and 
she was still trapped.

	Night was approaching and her walkie-talkie was hanging uselessly 
on her hip.  At one point she tried to pull her arms free of their 
sleeves, but her large breasts were filling the jacket so tightly, she 
just didn't have any room to maneuver.  It was a bitter irony she 
didn't appreciate.

	"Activate Heater Wear" Bethany intoned to her jacket.  Her jacket 
and pants began to warm up.  Diligent Enterprises were firm believers 
in not letting their agents freeze to death.  She wanted to get a bra 
with the special heater circuitry, but the cost for enough material for 
her bra was considered too high to be practical.

	"Maybe this adhesive shit will freeze and fall off in the 
morning," Bethany groaned.

~~~

	Amy couldn't pronounce the names they tried to teach her.  Her 
lungs were burning from the cold air and she was too worn out to care.  
The one on the left she called Cook because he cooked the wonderful 
vegetable soup she was eating. She called the one on the right Giant 
because he was nearly a foot taller than his friend.  They seemed to 
accept their new names with smiles and they were content just to call 
her Aim.

	They gave her some questioning looks when they held up her single 
ski so Amy gave them a strange pantomime about hitting a rock.  She 
knew they must be wondering what she was doing on skiing on an 
otherwise abandoned mountain, but the language barrier helped her avoid 
any explanations.  Every time the two men would point at the mountain 
and then at her, Amy would just relax her shoulders and smile blankly 
like a lost girl who just couldn't understand what grown-ups were 
saying.

	One thing she did understand was that they liked her ski suit.  
Cook would keep running his hands over the smooth lines of her thighs 
while Giant would point to the various pink butterflies on her jacket.  
The outfit was an international hit.

	When the sun was completely gone and the stars filled the sky 
like Giant's dimples, the two men began to whisper to each other.  Amy 
thought it was sweet how they were whispering when she didn't 
understand anything anyway.  She decided to give them some privacy 
asking where the bathroom was.  Through some rather explicit charades, 
she got her point across and they pointed to a dip in the snow where 
she could have some privacy.

	When Amy came back, the two were no longer whispering.  Cook 
opened the tent flap and showed her their problem.  There was only one 
sleeping bag, a double that the two men obviously used together.  She 
felt a wave of disappointment as she wondered if they were gay.

	Giant held up two fingers and wrapped them with the fingers of 
his other hand.  Then he held up three fingers and wrapped them in his 
hand.  He gave her such a questioning look; Amy was reminded of small 
puppies.

	To answer them, she slipped off her jacket and kicked off her 
boots.  She climbed inside the sleeping bag and gave them a beaming 
smile.  With both hands, she patted the space on either side of her 
before unzipping her ski pants.

	Despite the language barrier, the two handsome men began to 
strip.  Communication was finally achieved.

~~~
     Bethany looked in disbelief as twenty handsome guys trudged 
through the snow towards her.  They were wearing sweaters with a high 
school logo, and all of them looked to be about eighteen.  Behind them, 
she saw a bus parked on the mountainside.

	"Excuse me Miss," the lead guy said.  "We're male cheerleaders 
trying to hike this mountain to earn money for new uniforms.  Do you 
need help?"

	Bethany couldn't believe her luck!  "Yes!  I'm so glad you showed 
up!  Please, get me down from here!"

	"Sure Ma'am," the handsome teen said.  "But I'm afraid we're all 
virgins, and you are the prettiest woman we've ever seen.  Would you 
mind if we pulled off your pants, and all had sex with you?  We would 
love it if you made men out of all of us."

	 Bethany shrugged.  "Sounds good to me!"

	That was when she woke up from her dream.  A harsh wind was 
blowing the trees so hard, it shook her awake.  The dazed blonde looked 
around, but she could find no trace of the stranded male cheerleaders.

~~~
	Outside the tent, the temperature was rapidly dropping to 
dangerous levels but inside the tent, steam was filling their cramped 
quarters.  Amy was between the two burly men and she kept moving and 
shifting to warm her cold skin against their powerful bodies.  They 
assisted in warming her; Cook was nibbling on one of her small breasts 
while Giant's mouth was on the other. Amy's tiny buds were engulfed by 
the large men, their wide tongues licking and swiping her nipples until 
her flesh was on fire.

	Amy's hands reached into their underwear and she giggled at their 
modesty.  They were groping inside a tent, yet they kept their 
underwear on.  It must have been a European thing.  Amy didn't care.  
Their cocks were solid and ready to be found, and her fingers gripped 
each as hard as she had gripped her ski poles earlier.  They were 
uncircumcised and Amy had fun playing with the excessive skin.  From 
their groans, the men were having fun too.

	"Aim!" Cook groaned.  

	Amy rolled over towards Cook.  She didn't speak his language but 
she knew how to lift one thigh in invitation.  She pulled his mouth 
towards her, and greeted his tongue with a kiss as he greeted her pussy 
with the solid length of his cock.  Amy groaned as he impaled her, 
pinning her against Giant's reassuring warmth.

	Long, casual strokes cemented their bodies together.  It was a 
long fuck, one devoid of speed and suitable for the thin mountain air.  
His hand held her muscular thigh up to allow his cock inside her, but 
Amy loved the way his strong fingers kneaded her thigh with each 
thrust.  Mouth to mouth, she groaned her appreciation as he sucked her 
bottom lip.

	Amy felt fingers grip her buttocks and she felt bad for poor 
Giant who was being left out.  She was about to reach for his cock when 
she felt his girth being pressing against her tight asshole.  Her eyes 
widened in shock as Giant lived up to his name and filled her ass with 
his immense size.  She moaned in relief as the cock slid suspiciously 
easily in, meaning he must have lubricated himself while she was being 
fucked by Cook.  She didn't care about the details; she was just 
enjoying the feeling of being penetrated by both men.

	The two men worked together with a patience that amazed Amy.  
Giant was slow and steady; taking care to open Amy's tight ass 
tenderly.  Cook was slightly faster, plunging up into Amy's sex with 
greater need.  Their arms and hands encompassed her entire body, 
groping and touching her smooth skin.  Amy was under a double cocoon of 
male bodies and the hot sleeping bag.  She just relaxed into their 
thrusts and pushes as they filled her completely.

She turned her head and kissed Giant as he fucked her ass.  His 
mouth betrayed his urges, telling a different story from the slow 
penetration of her buttocks.  Amy returned the passion of his kiss 
while Cook kissed her exposed neck.  With both their mouths now on her 
as well as their cocks, Amy was ready to cum.

"Don't stop!" Amy said between kissing gasps.  Her climax hit her 
like the mountain wind.  Amy moaned as her sex clenched on Cook's cock 
while her ass clenched on the cock in it as well.  She felt her orgasm 
bounce from cock to cock, feeding back on itself until her entire body 
was trembling.

~~~

	The wind woke Bethany up again.  The blonde tried to look around 
as best as she could.  Since her body was plastered to a web, there 
wasn't a lot of visibility to be had.  In essence, she just wanted to 
confirm one thing.

	"Damn it, I'm still stuck," Bethany said between shivers.

~~~

	In the morning, Amy discovered the bad part about waking up 
between two handsome guys who had ejaculated in you the night before.  
For one thing, the double morning breath was deadly.  For another 
thing, frozen cum made it extremely sticky to move without hurting 
something.

	"Who's cooking me breakfast?" Amy asked out loud.

	As it turns out, Giant made her breakfast.  Amy decided it was 
too late to give Cook another nickname.  She simply ate the stew Giant 
prepared and gathered her strength to once more assault the language 
barrier.  After an amusing pantomime where Cook thought she was asking 
for another round of sex, Amy finally communicated the need to take a 
spare ski. 

	"Good-bye, Giant, you were a great ass-fucker," Amy said.  She 
didn't care about how she sounded.  The agent understood that it was 
the emotion that counted.

	"Good-bye Cook, when I'm trying to pull frozen cum out of my 
pubic hair, I'll think of you always!"

	The two men just smiled dumbly and waved good-bye to the 
mysterious woman.

~~~

	Bethany fluttered in the morning breeze.  She was still stuck to 
the web.  To her disappointment, the adhesive remained effective 
despite the cold temperatures or the length of time that had expired. 

	"Need some help?" she heard from behind her.  From behind the 
trees walked two handsome blond men.  

	"About time you guys showed up!" Bethany snapped.  The two men 
started to cut her clothes.

	"Well, we had to wait till Amy left the campsite first," the 
bigger man said.  "Although I have to admit, that was a great outfit 
she had on!"

	"Yeah, I wish I could of figured out a way to ask her phone 
number without giving away that we knew English," the smaller man said.

	"That girl can eat!" the bigger man agreed.  "I was terrified the 
whole time she was eating.  I just knew that at ant minute she was 
going to check to see if she still had the blueprints."

	"You did get the blueprints, right?" Bethany asked as they cut 
her jacket loose.  She was glad to get the conversation off the stupid 
outfit Amy was wearing.  The smaller man held her topless body as she 
leaned away from the web.  Despite the freezing wind, she could smell 
the sex on his body.

	"Of course we did," the smaller man confirmed.  "It was a great 
plan.  By the time she reached our tent, she was begging to spend the 
night.  When you first told us to camp there until the laboratory was 
built, on the off chance that we might offer refuge to escaping agents, 
I thought you were crazy!  But when I saw that pretty lady crashing 
into our tent with that cute little ski suit, I wanted to take back 
everything I said about you."

	"I get called crazy a lot," Bethany said as they cut her pants 
off.  She fell into the snow, naked and cold.  "It's one of the prices 
of being right all the time."

	"Look, as much as I would like to gloat about out-smarting Amy, 
can you guys get me some clothes?" Bethany asked between chattering 
teeth.    

	The men laughed.  "If you can wait a minute, we can set the tent 
back up," one of them said.

	"And then we can show you why she called me 'Giant'," the bigger 
one laughed.

	Bethany smiled.  "If there's breakfast later, you can even tell 
me about her stupid outfit again."

The end.