Agents In Harms Way (12 page)

“
Diez
, Champagne!” he ordered.

Kip, having performed the duties of the serving girl the last time she had visited the Casa, went scurrying off on her assignment, while Mallory and the General kept their eyes locked on one another.
“
Prostituta Nueve
, get down on hands and knees. Crawl to the door… over there”, he gestured towards the door at the far end of the room.

Mallory went rigid; cold defiance reinforced her steely blue eyes; her arms stiffened at her side. Otherwise she did not move.

“Do it,
mujer
! NOW!”

The General nodded to his aide who brought back the riding crop he had been fingering and, with a snap of his wrist, whapped the girl straight across her bare, solid butt.

THWACK!

Mallory bit off a whimper and jerked upright

THWACK!

The second cut of the whippy rod, delivered gleefully across her vulnerable behind, sent the girl tumbling forward; her arms shot out to brace herself.

“Now, crawl,
gringa
!” the voice from behind commanded.

And Special Agent Mallory Channing reduced to nothing but a pair of sexy, thigh-high stockings and black gleaming heels, crawled forward on all fours, traveling the few agonizing yards over the carpeted floor to the door with head down, her mane of soft raven hair hanging forward to partially shield a face that was burning with humiliation.

The General settled back. These were among his most pleasurable moments: to have a mature, beautiful woman such as this exquisite long-limbed, brunette crawl all around the room on hands and knees at his personal command. He studied that lithe back, long and smooth with its shallow dip; the way the angular shoulder blades moved so liquidly; the supple naked flanks and elegant thighs, that swaying, pleasingly plump ass, crossed now with two angry pink welts, and he could do no more than sigh.

“
El pantero
” he muttered under his breath in honest admiration of the sleek panther-like haunches, and the way she moved with all the natural grace of a big jungle cat.

When she got to her destination, the crawling woman was ordered to make the return trip. Still on all fours, she scuttled around, and crawled her way back to her captor, who eyed her lowered head with its fall of thick black hair, her slender shoulders and chest, looking straight between her extended arms to see just how her tight elastic breasts would hang under her bent torso.

As she got closer, he gestured her to him, and Mallory dutifully climbed the two board stairs like an animal, to come to rest at the feet of the outlaw king. For a moment, no one moved. Then slowly, the General extended a foot towards his newest prize. The others watched as Mallory submissively lowered her head, craning forward to kiss the bare foot that was held just beyond her lips.

“
Bueno
, you are learning,
gringa
.” He flicked his fingers, and Mallory correctly discerned that she was to sit upright and slide back on her heels, a pose frequently mandated at the compound when attending to an officer.

“You will make a nice pet,
uno
gato bonito,
for El Commandante, eh? And if you are a good pussy, he might even fuck you. You’d like that, eh? You want El Commandante to fuck you, don’t you
Senorita Federale Suprema
?”

Mallory knelt in silence looking up at the dangerous man with carefully noncommittal eyes. Meanwhile her captor was busy admiring her thick hair, that magnificent jet-black mane framing her delicate angular features.

By now, Kip had returned with a tray loaded with bottles and glasses. After serving the two men, the General decreed that the women would also be allowed to partake. Mallory greedily accepted the glass of bubbly wine, and downed it in two quick gulps. The General gestured that her glass should be refilled. Through this ritual he kept his eyes on her, studying his newest prize over the rim of his champagne glass. His cunning eyes fell to her taut breasts, and he nodded knowingly.

“El Commandante knows. He sees you looking at his prick; he sees the desire in your eyes.” With that the man brushed back his robe, to let his massive, full-blown erection spring into view.

Mallory swallowed; said nothing. Summoning up her courage, she challenged his animated eyes with her steady blue gaze. Forced to face her tormentor, she was yet unwilling to play his game.

“Look at it!” he insisted. You want it, no? Of course you do! It is nothing to be ashamed of. All the grand ladies, they secretly wish that El Commandante could fuck them! Or maybe you wish to take his big cock up that pretty Yankee ass of yours? Tell me, do you want a man, a real man?”

“So, Guzman,
Federale Suprema
, she doesn’t answer?” The aide moved forward menacingly, whip at the ready, but his boss restrained him.

“No, no, Major. Maybe this
Federale Suprema
, she is not like other women? Maybe she is hard; a frigid woman no? Maybe she gets so disgusted with the pathetic men of her own country, that she turns to the arms of some little
chica
, eh. A wicked gleam lit up his shrewd, narrowed eyes. “Maybe she’s a lezzie and wants to make kissy-kissy with her little
compadre
here?” he smirked, planting a beefy hand on top of Kip’s tousled hair. He lightly held the girl, gripping her by her small head, as she knelt half-sitting on folded legs, leaning against the left side of his chair.

“That is what you want, no,
Senorita Suprema
? To play sticky-finger with your lezzie girlfriend.” He turned Kip’s head so she directly faced the kneeling senior agent. “We understand. You will find we are a very tolerant people.”

Now, his fat fingers idly dipped into the fine strands of Kip’s short hair. Suddenly, he clutched a fistful of that soft brown hair, and yanked the girl upright. “You want the
chica diez
? Take her! Go on,” he flung Kip towards Mallory. “Go to your friend!
Pronto!
” he pointed to place on the rug just in front of the platform.

Without being told, Guzman sprang into action, grabbing the two prisoners, dragging their half-resisting bodies down to where their General pointed. Mallory, instinctively twisting to free herself from his gasp, earned a painful whack on the haunches for her efforts. Kip simply went limp, letting herself be dragged off the platform; she was not about to resist!

Guzman, who knew his chief’s desires very well, having performed this service many times before, now arranged the two women before his seated General. The prisoners were placed on their knees, facing each other, brought together until only a few inches separated the clearly anxious women. Mallory’s light blue eyes scanned her partner’s youthful face, watching her fine lashes flutter down, as Kip lowered her eyes, unable to meet Mallory’s in her profound embarrassment. Kip’s small white teeth bit down, softly indenting a tightly curled lower lip. A feeling of disbelief seized the senior agent. This could not be happening!

Guzman looming over her, squatted down, dug his fingers into her hair, pulled back her head, and brought his lips next to Mallory’s ear. “Go on,
Suprema
. Make love to your little
compadre
here. You think we don’t know what goes on in the barracks when the lights are out with you little lezzies, eh? El Commandante, he wants to see how you do it.” Dragging Mallory by the hair, he shoved her up against Kip’s reedy torso.

Forced so abruptly together, the two women had no choice but to reach to hold on to each other in order to keep from tumbling over. Mallory loosely wrapped her swaying partner’s slim body in her arms, while Kip reached up around her to hesitantly place her hands on the senior agent’s naked shoulders. For a brief moment they held each other, Kip burying her face in the crook of Mallory’s neck. Mallory held the trembling girl pressed to her; felt those small, hard breasts burning into her chest.

“It’s okay,” Mallory whispered, hoping to soothe the girl, while not believing her own reassurances for even a minute.

“Go on,
gringa
show us how much you love your little
chica. Pronto
! Give her a nice kiss, or it’s that
gringa’s
ass of yours that will be kissed …with my whip!”

A desperate protest rose up in Mallory: “No. We won’t do it! You can’t make…”

THWACK!

The riding crop whistled through the air, and came whapping down across Mallory’s rear end; enforcing the lewd order with a stinging slap, giving the girl a taste of things to come if she didn’t comply fast enough to suit her overseer.

“Yeeouch,” Mallory yelped. The decisive whack sent her jerking forward, smacking up against her junior partner. She tightened her arms and brought her lips up to Kip’s face. The younger girl kept her eyes closed, waiting, body held rigid, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, not moving as she accepted that first soft kiss on her left cheek.

“Better than that,
gringa
. You kiss like a sister! Now, kiss like the lezzies that you are!
Ahorita
!”

THWACK!

The stinging rod, wielded with growing authority, bit into Mallory’s soft, vulnerable bottom once again, sending her hips bucking, and eliciting a tight-lipped grunt as the sting reverberated through her arching frame.

THWACK!

The impatient major switched sides, and with a snap of his wrist, sent the whip bouncing off Kip’s tight, springy butt. The terrified girl whimpered and grabbed at Mallory who scooping her in, covered the girl’s trembling lips with her own in a full-mouthed kiss that was hardly of the sisterly type. Kip’s arms tightened in response; her lips fell open and she moaned into the mouth of her senior partner. Mallory didn’t mean to, but she took advantage of the moan, to slip her tongue into the girl’s mouth. And when that long passionate kiss finally broke, both women were left flushed, warm, damp faces pressed cheek to cheek, as they hugged each other panting heavily. Kip’s small breasts were heaving; emergent nipples teased across Mallory’s lithe chest.

“
Bueno
!” El Commandante beamed with pleasure. “Now, make kissy-kissy all over,
si
?”

He nodded to his aide who roughly toppled the kneeling pair to the floor, so that they lay sprawled out before their captor. The General’s voracious gaze was instantly drawn to Mallory’s hairy vagina, only to be enticed to the lightly furred pubis between the younger girl’s writhing legs, and then to shift back and forth.

Grabbing a fistful of Mallory’s hair, Guzman dragged her over to deposit her head and shoulders across Kip’s reedy torso. A whack on her upturned bottom sent her squirming up her junior partner’s body. Mallory was feeling the effects of the Champagne. She was drunk, and she knew it. And suddenly the feel of Kip’s naked body beneath hers gave her a stab of pleasure. She warmed to the task, and snaked up that firm young body. Her breasts slid over Kip’s rubbery little mounds, as she sought Kip’s parted lips. Like Mallory, Kip was half-drunk by now, and feeling confused about her feelings. She was repulsed b the idea of an enforced lesbian performance, and yet she loved Mallory, had always loved Mallory, and the feel of her so warm and close and comforting, stirred her deeply. The girl lay waiting with eyes closed, her body held rigid, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, not moving as she accepted a second kiss, deep and passionate, that soon had her responding in kind.

Now the women were writhing sensuously, squirming on the carpet at the booted feet of the increasingly aroused Major. Mallory was on top of Kip, her hips wiggling, her pelvis grinding into the young girl’s hard, wiry body. Silken legs became intertwined, as they nuzzled and kissed. Mallory took Kip’s small face between her cupped hands and kissed the girl, long and deep. Furtive hands were eagerly exploring smooth feminine curves. The General gave a long sigh of contentment.

“You know, Guzman, the sight of
dos
mujeres
enjoying each other’s bodies, it is very exciting to watch, no?” he said, as he drew the blonde up to sit on his lap, planting her soft, naked bottom across his hairy thighs. Taking the girl’s hand in his, he placed it on his erect cock, and began a slow stroking action that he urged her to continue as he turned her in his lap, to plunge his face into the smothering bliss of those generous, pneumatic breasts.

El Commadante, his hands full with the hot, squirming blonde on his lap, who was holding his swollen cock in a death-grip, was capable of paying only scant attention to the two women, increasingly consumed in lesbian lust. But his aide-de-camp was fascinated by the girlie action on the floor. He dropped to his knees to more closely observe, hotly urging them on. Kip, who had worked her way on top, had become more animated while Mallory slipped into a kind of lethargy, letting herself be loved. The mousy-haired girl, who had from the first, secretly been in awe of her beautiful partner, now wanted to savor that sleek body she had only admired from afar. Scrambling up on her knees, she straddled Mallory’s extended body, leaning down to place her small hands on Mallory’s slightly-mounded tits, pressing joined fingers into the pads of spongy flesh. Guzman picked up Mallory’s limp hands and placed them on her friend’s hard little butt, so she held Kip by the tightly curved posterior cheeks.