007 - Spy Break. Part 2
Location: Rheinhart Male Penitentiary, Somewhere in Southern Germany.
Local Time: 14:36
Bond awoke slowly in stifling heat and the smell of leather in his nostrils. He tried to move and realised his body was completely immobile.
He was wearing some sort of hood and a gag was jammed in his mouth. The eyeholes offered limited visibility, but he could see he was lying on a filthy stone floor. He looked out to see bars ahead of him. Was he in a cell?
As the heaviness of his head cleared, he dimly remembered being attacked in his hotel room. A black woman dressed like an army officer in leather had jumped him as he opened the door. He winced as he now recalled her vicious riding boot landing a blow in his ribs, and the sensation of her spurs digging into his thigh. He fought her away, his combat training far superior to his attacker, he even landed a good few blows to her before flinging her against a wall.
But that’s when he fucked up. She lay smiling at him, her lip bleeding as he went to extract information from her. The sudden, cold prick of a needle in his neck began to render the world in darkness. As Bond slumped to the floor, he saw her partner in crime. An Asian lady in similar military uniform, the heels of her jet black thigh boots mockingly pressed against his crotch. Both women standing over the fallen agent…..revealing their transportation plan.
Flitting back to the now, Bond grunted as he lurched around in the full leather cocoon fastened by laces. He tried to call out, but the ball in his mouth did a fine job of muzzling him. He managed to shuffle to the back wall of the cell, and propped himself up. If he could somehow loosen something, he might yet have a chance.
That’s when the booted footsteps came into view. The black officer who attacked him was walking slowly toward the cell door, a large set of keys jangling in her gloved fist. She stopped at the door, mouth curled into a twisted smile, sunglasses masking her expression.
“I thought you would sleep the day away, pig.”
Her accent was harsh, possibly west African. She menacingly clattered the keys across the cell bars, pacing like a lioness.
“My name is General Bola. African commander of the Valkyrie Squad.”
She spat on the floor near Bond as she said something in her native language.
“You are the famous James Bond. But I think you will find that reputations mean nothing here. Even your new girlfriend abandoned you at the hotel before we took you. I’m going to introduce you my good friend and partner shortly….luckily she gave you a nice dose to knock you for a long time, eh? Never mind, baby. You’re in good hands with us.”
Bola opened the cell door and launched a hard kick to Bond’s injured ribs. She then swung a boot to the small of his back and leaned down to spit in his face.
“You got lucky with those punches, white boy. I’m going to torture you so sweetly.”
As Bond rolled around in agony, he saw blood escape from the drool through his gagged mouth. Most certainly some internal bleeding as Bola continued to berate him in her own language. He was dimly aware of more heels clicking on the stone floor and it was the other attacker from the hotel.
She was wearing leather thigh boots, a green army jacket and leather cap. Her tight leather gloves gripped the bar of the cell door as she stood smiling at the sight. Bola nodded as the Asian Domina strutted in and gave her sadistic partner a long kiss, before she turned to address the prisoner.
“I’m Commander Cruela of the Dragon Chapter. I see the General has reacquainted herself with you. I can understand of course…..it’s not every day we get such esteemed guests. I wonder if you’ve ever been in such a situation before Mr. Bond.”
Bond could only moan feebly as another boot from the General found its mark. Cruela held her hand up to prevent further assault.
“You need to be kinder, Bola. Mr.Bond is precious cargo. We can’t risk serious injury to him. You remember the brief?”
Bola sneered again as she walked away from her victim. Cruela smiled again and reached down to the crotch of the leather body sack. She loosened the laces and opened the cocoon at Bond’s genitalia. She looked at Bola and nodded again. The ebony bitch reached into her pockets and dropped a chastity cage and butt plug on Bond’s torso. She then held her boot against Bond’s throat to keep him still.
Cruela started to gently fondle 007’s cock and balls. Despite the pain, he became erect as the gloved touch was slow and sensual.
“You see, Bola? Being nice has its reward. Mr. Bond is now going to be a little more cooperative. Although, I didn’t ask for your cock to stiffen did I?”
The Commander smacked the offending cock hard and gripped the testicles.
“How am I supposed to cage you with this on show? Do I have to take care of it first? Do I need to jerk you off to get rid of this erection?”
Bola ground her boot harder and Bond spluttered and thrashed as his windpipe was getting crushed. Cruela sighed and started to jerk Bond off as he gasped for air. She smiled and cooed as he began to cum again in no time at all…..as it was at the hotel, his surging ejaculation was left completely untouched. A ruined orgasm and a desperate need to feel more stimulation. Cruela wiped her soiled glove across the ball gag and snatched up the cage. She expertly locked it on as Bond’s hardness subsided. She then rolled him onto his front and released a flap exposing his anus. The butt plug was full and uncomfortable. Bond groaned in helpless pain as he was now plugged and locked.
“It’s time to move him, Cruela. We’re running late.”
The Commander got up and beckoned to someone outside of the secret agent’s periphery. Within moments, more female soldiers appeared, wheeling a large wooden crate that looked like a coffin. Bond was lifted and dumped unceremoniously into the box. The lid was lowered and he could hear the hammering of nails all around. Bola was laughing at the sight and she grabbed the Commander by her ass and pulled her close.
“Don’t tell me you enjoyed touching his cock, sugar. Those hands are just for me, aren’t they?”
Bola began to finger Cruela’s damp cunt and kissed her long and hard. Cruela smiled and retuned the favour to Bola, unzipping the General’s trousers.
“You’re not jealous are you? Perhaps you should show me what a real cock looks like. I see you brought your special toy box.”
Bola promised her lover plenty of fun a little later. But first, they needed to get their special cargo to the airfield.
Next stop, England.
TBC
