Agents and Agency

The wind howled as silence filled this otherwise serene night, save for the muffled hum of generators and electricity coursing through the luminescent lights of a large building, and a silhouette snuck across a dark courtyard while avoiding the many surveillance cameras scanning the area. Their footsteps were silent despite the concrete surface they drifted across, delicate and dainty was their movement. The unidentified individual hugged the wall of the building, avoiding lights where they could, looking for a way in.

That catsuit-clad somebody clambered into the building through an insecure open window and landed silently on their feet as though they were a feline, and upon landing they surveyed their surroundings, making sure no one was about and no security cameras had caught them, their ears discerning nothing but the whistling wind and electrical buzzing. The coast appeared to be clear, so they stood up carefully and tiptoed toward the corner of the corridor they had entered, and then they peered around the corner.

The flowing golden hair and mesmerising, piercing eyes of the intruder poked around the corner, and the latter of those peered down the hallway. "Clear," they thought to themselves before they swiftly yet cautiously made their way down the long, lifeless passage, clearly in search of something, or someone. Without warning, the sound of voices approaching echoed down the corridor and reached their ears, and the trespasser sought cover in the alcove of a doorway. It was not particularly good shelter, however, it would have to do and, as it turned out, it sufficed on this occasion.

The voices grew distant, but it was clear that they were not alone and had to be swift but vigilant. Off their heels and onto their toes they shot, tiptoeing with purpose down the hallway of indecipherable doors, and before too long the distant chatter could be heard once again, but they did not have time to waste for they were on a mission. They hugged the wall as they delved deeper into the facility, slowly but surely making their way to the centre to find their target.

There were corridors that diverged off to the left, corridors that diverged off to the right, and the long corridor they were currently in - where exactly they needed to go, they weren't sure, however, they'd check every door down every corridor if they had to, such was their grit and determination. They took a few more inaudible steps until they reached a crossroad, and they pondered which direction to head in first. As unwise as it may have seemed to anyone else, they decided to head toward the sound of faint, distant voices, as that indicated where there was activity and, perhaps, their objective.

A few more steps were taken, their heart rate steady, their mind full of purpose, but for fate to put a spanner in the works. "Where do you think you're going?" a booming, daunting, yet charismatic voice - a familiar voice - suddenly bellowed at them from every direction. The intruder froze on the spot and turned around in search of the source of the voice, their weapon drawn and readied, then they turned back, but there was no one to be seen. "I've been watching your every move. Do you really think you made it in here unseen?"

The interloper looked up sharply to see the tannoy that was talking to them before footsteps could be heard making their way toward her. A group of guards marched around the corner and the lone intruder backed up, only to have that route blocked by another group of burly, rugged goons. They were trapped, and even though they were armed they were certainly outnumbered and outgunned. Another, solitary pair of footsteps could be heard approaching as the intruder stood ready to fight if it came to it, only to see the group of guards in front of them part ways for those solitary footsteps to walk through.

The same voice was heard again, but rather than over the tannoy, it was in person. "Please, drop your weapon. It would be tremendously unwise of you to try anything drastic," the voice said as the footsteps grew louder and the source got closer. Outnumbered, outgunned and surrounded, they could not argue that doing anything heroic would likely result in one thing and one thing only. Dejectedly, they obeyed the command and dropped their weapon, and one of the goons walked over and collected it just in case they had a change of heart.

A towering man walked through the passage of guards to the now unarmed guest, addressing them as he did. "Agent Anderssen, what a pleasure to see you again. Thank you for coming." The voice was calm, assured, yet dominant in its confidence, coming from a man whose demeanour mirrored his articulation and from a man who seemed to be expecting his guest.

"Dolos..." the agent responded with contempt. It was clear that this wasn't the first encounter between these two, and that they had some kind of history.

Indeed, they did have history, a lot of it and none of it particularly pleasant, and he was why she was here. Agent Anderssen had infiltrated this facility following a tip-off that it was Dolos' lair, because he was her arch-nemesis. The intelligence of MI6 had not made much ground with his whereabouts, Dolos having kept to the shadows and underground for several years, so with the help of the tip-off, Agent Anderssen had hoped to spring a trap and finally capture him after all these years of evasion, however, that now seemed highly unlikely. That clearly wasn't his real name and was just a pseudonym, however, they didn't know his real name, no one did, but it was all they had to go on.

"That tip-off? It was me - I knew you wouldn't be able to resist investigating. You're predictable, Ariel."

The man addressed her by her first name, belittling her status as an agent and revealing that he knew more about her than she had thought, and Ariel looked at him with scorn. Agent Anderssen was typically meticulous in her planning, and she had built her reputation as one of the nation's best agents - if not the best - over countless years of espionage and successfully defending the nation from its enemies, be them seen, unseen, foreign, or domestic.

However, Dolos was the one that always scuppered her, the one that always got away, and she had let her personal feud with him cloud her better judgement and made her act impulsively, leaving her underprepared for such an incursion and without the support of MI6, hence her capture - something that Dolos had exploited to his benefit. "Search her," the man commanded his men, and two of the beastly guards approached her and directed her to turn around and lean against the wall. The agent followed their orders but through gritted teeth.

One of the guards went to usher her to do it faster by putting his hand on her shoulder, and Ariel barked at him. "Take your hands off me!" she shrugged, causing the rest of the guards to raise their weapons with caution. Her arch-nemesis smirked, admiring her rebellion and entertained by her indignation having been caught by him. Ariel reluctantly placed her hands against the wall and leant forward to be searched, before the one in charge - her arch-nemesis - commanded her to do something else.

"Spread your legs," he said firmly, yet still with that persuasive charm in his tone.

Ariel shot an unkind look at him without obeying his order, something that he immediately noted. The look he returned resonated within her, and after a couple of unspoken moments, Ariel obeyed his original command. "Good," he said approvingly, before giving his men the go-ahead to conduct the search. They patted her down from top to bottom, along her black, catsuit-clad arms, around her bust and her abdomen, up and down the outside and inside of her legs, and down to her ankles.

"Are you concealing any weapons?" her foe asked her, to which she denied. Her response was unconvincing to his astute ears, and knowing Agent Anderssen better than most, he wanted to be thorough with his search. "Take your clothes off," he instructed his captive, intent on making sure that she wasn't hiding anything beneath her shapely outfit. Ariel gasped upon hearing his latest order, and she outright refused.

"Absolutely not!" she defied, "I am not hiding any weapons, I can assure you."

"With all due respect, Ariel, your word is of little value to me," he retorted. "Seeing is believing, so, as lovely as you look in your catsuit, take it off." She again gasped at his rather crude comment about how she looked, wary that - if she were to take her catsuit off - he was going to look at plenty more than just her catsuit. Agent Anderssen hesitated, something that an agent is taught and trained not to do in the line of duty as hesitation can lead to a premature demise. The man spoke up once again, his patience now being tested. "I suggest that you do what I say - my men would be more than happy to help you take it off, and they're prone to being rather... rough."

Preferring not to be undressed by the hands of a brutish grunt, Ariel opted to do it herself despite her complaints. Such was the nature of wearing a catsuit, what Ariel was wearing beneath it was, well, absolutely nothing, and that made the whole ordeal infinitely more embarrassing and shameful. Still, she had no choice - she had undertaken this mission without authorisation and off the books, so no one at MI6 knew her whereabouts - so she slowly peeled the tight outfit off, starting by unzipping it and then getting her arms out.

Taking her arms out and pulling the catsuit down around her waist, it exposed her bare breasts to her arch-nemesis and his many gleefully onlooking goons, and she did her best to cover them with one arm while she used her other hand to shimmy her suit down her legs, blushing all the while. It would be considerably easier using two hands to remove the tight garment, however, she'd rather struggle then have these prying eyes spy this spy's intimacies. After struggling with it she did manage to get it down her legs, then she stepped out of it and quickly used her other hand to cover this agent's top secret.

Against her will she was stood in her arch-nemesis' lair, butt naked and surrounded by gawking, burly men. A 00 agent like her, the famous and unflappable Agent Anderssen of all people, blushing at a bit of nudity? The things she had done in her line of work, this was nothing by comparison. Yet, it felt like the worst, and her reactions did not precede her reputation. "Very good," Dolos said, "Now, spin around so we can see that you're not concealing anything." Again, against her will, Ariel spun around for her crowd so they could indeed see that she wasn't hiding any other weapons.

"There, are you happy? I'm not concealing any more weapons, can I put my clothes back on now?" she asked, not especially politely. The answer she received was not a positive one, and instead, it could not have been worse.

"I'm not convinced," said Dolos, "You could still be concealing weapons."

"What?! Where?!" Ariel contended in her exposed state before it dawned on her.

"We need to perform a cavity search," he replied in a pleased and collected manner, fully aware of how this was affecting his poor captive.

"No way!" Ariel protested, "No fucking way! I'm telling you - I'm not concealing any weapons anywhere. What weapons could I even be concealing in such places?!"

"I guess we'll have to have a look and find out, won't we?" was his riposte, causing her to tremble. "Turn around and bend over," Dolos commanded, "I'll conduct this search myself."

"Please!" she begged, "Please don't make me do this!"

"Ariel, this is very unbecoming of an agent like yourself, I expected better from you."

The man belittled her reputation as an agent as she stood there naked and exposed save for her arms and hands covering her, but despite this, she could only do what he said. "Now, as I very politely asked before - turn around and bend over. Don't make us do it for you." With the threat of being manhandled by his goons, Ariel had the sense to do as he said, as much as she didn't want to. So, she tentatively turned around, her hands and arms still doing their best to maintain her modesty, and she leaned forward a little.

"I said bend over, not lean forward," the striking voice said from behind her, so she leant forward further, and further until she was indeed bent over. "Very good. See, that wasn't hard, was it?" he said approvingly yet condescendingly. "Now, spread your legs, and spread your arse." Ariel was too shocked to say anything, almost too shocked to even gasp at what he had just instructed her to do. There was no way she could do that - how much more humiliating could this get?! "I'm waiting," the voice said with a dose of impatience, and not wanting to warrant any further humiliation, Agent Anderssen parted her legs and removed her hands from the places they were covering and used them to spread her very, very enviable arse wide open.

The man looked on, glints of inspection and appreciation in his eyes, looking at and into his foe's exposed, spread arsehole in search of concealed weapons. "Hmm," he vocalised, "There doesn't appear to be anything concealed in there."

"See, I told you," the exposed agent retorted, "This is wholly unnecessary." A few more moments passed by, Ariel waiting to be told that she could stop, though that is not what eventually came.

"Good girl," he commended her, his praise weirdly filling her with a sense of pleasure, "Now, spread your pussy."

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open, a gasp escaping her, his praise already forgotten, and while she couldn't bring herself to say anything to the crudest command she had ever received, she whined with embarrassment. Ariel felt shame and embarrassment as she released her grip of her arse and moved her hands between her legs, and rather than prolong her ordeal she opted to try and get it over and done with as quickly as she could. So, with her hands between her legs, Ariel pulled apart her lips and opened and exposed her pussy to her adversary.

He wasn't joking when he said he wanted to be thorough, and blood rushed to her face in embarrassment. However, worse still was that blood also rushed to her pussy, making her clit and pussy lips swell with arousal. Arousal?! Why was she aroused by this?! Why was she turned on?! Why was she getting wet?! Oh gosh, what if he could tell? What if he could see?! Ariel had never experienced such cruelty, humiliation, or embarrassment, yet she found herself getting turned on by her ordeal. "What the fuck?" she mouthed to herself, breathing heavily, able to feel the swelling between her legs, able to feel the wetness that was churning within her.

Dolos could see everything, could see her pussy and could see inside her pussy, and could see that she wasn't concealing anything other than the evidence of arousal. "Very good, very good indeed," he commented and commended her before standing back up. "You may stop," he thankfully told the animated agent, "There are some questions I would like to ask you." The man walked off without saying anything further, and his guards ushered Ariel along with him, still naked, again doing her best to cover what had already been maximally exposed.

A short walk later they entered through one of the many doors and into a room that had been prepared as though they were expecting her arrival. Ariel was escorted to a table and directed onto it, and upon climbing on she was instructed to lay down on her back, while her adversary took his place beside the table with an array of controls before him, and four of his men took their place at each corner of the table and attached restraints to both her wrists and her ankles, locking her in place on the table.

Upon locking her in place, they operated a winch which pulled her legs apart, exposing the already exposed agent for all to see, something that Ariel was all too embarrassingly aware of. The apparatus was a bit like a medieval torture rack, though torture was clearly not its purpose, rather it seemed as though it had been designed to do exactly what it was doing and expose whoever was unfortunate enough to find themselves on it. Today, that person was Agent Anderssen, and her foe took considerable pleasure in finally having captured her.

"I've been waiting a long time for this," he confessed to her like an antagonist in a camp, poorly written B movie. "You have information that I very much want, and I want you to share it with me," he said, the tone in his voice still calm, still charming, yet with an undertone that suggested an assurance about his plans for her. "So, if you would be so kind."

"I'm not going to tell you anything, torturing me won't achieve anything," Ariel rebelled, confident that her training would help her withstand whatever method of torture he had planned for her.

"I anticipated that you wouldn't be cooperative or willing to answer my questions, which is why I designed this contraption," he said, giving the order to his men to bring it in and get it set up. Ariel watched on as best she could as Dolos' grunts carried in the instrument and placed it on the table between her spread legs, and she couldn't tell what it was other than some kind of mechanical device with a rod protruding out of it until another one of the grunts came in and attached something most unexpected to the end of the rod.

"Err... what is that??" she asked, alarmed, noticing that what the guard had attached to the rod was phallic in design, and very, very big...

"My means of... eliciting information from you may be a bit unorthodox." Dolos said with a smile on his face. "Don't worry, you'll talk." He had been at odds with Agent Anderssen for a long time and, through espionage and illicit intelligence of his own, had recently unearthed private information about her, including what he perceived to be her weaknesses, and he planned on using them to his advantage.

With her legs spread wide open and no chance of closing them, the cruel man approached the table, dismissed his men, and manoeuvred the industrial-looking fucking machine and the huge dildo attached to it up between her legs and right up against her pussy with his own hands. "Last chance, Ariel," he said, looking at her face and then at her poor pussy which was going to have to take the barbaric cock. Ariel had long run out of options and hope of getting out of here, her colleagues at MI6 wholly unaware of her location or situation, so she begged for mercy.

She implored him not to put that thing inside of her, assuring him that her pussy was much too tight to take such a big, thick cock. He looked her in the eyes and then back at her pussy, this time observing its condition, and her pussy betrayed her. It was soaking wet - literally dripping wet. The humiliation she had suffered having spread her arsehole and pussy wide open and exposed herself to her nemesis had inexplicably turned her on, and the sight of the huge cock and the thought of getting her pussy fucked by it only aroused her further.

Even with all the training she had had, she hadn't been trained for such situations or how to resist, endure, or escape them. Her face, her eyes, her words and her actions suggested that the last thing she wanted was to be penetrated and fucked by the huge cock, however, that was exactly what her pussy wanted, and her body was telling her captor that it very much wanted it despite her mind suggesting otherwise. Fortunately for her wet pussy, the cruel man was intent on obliging it. "Please..." she pleaded as Dolos edged it closer and the head of the toy pushed against the part of her that was most certainly willing.

The man switched the machine on, but rather than have it penetrate her straight away, he had the toy thrust along her swollen pussy and bulbous clit, and that itself required considerable resolve on Ariel's part. She moaned gently as it stimulated her externally like a cock-shaped vibrator and her adversary watched on, waiting for her to talk. "Don't make me use it in a more... invasive fashion," he urged her, "We wouldn't want that now, would we?"