Becca XXX - Hard Time Ch. 15

"Oh fuck... just like that," I purred. "Yes, it was me, but I didn't take them down alone. I was part of a much bigger team. However, at the end of the mission, I was arrested and thrown into Bronzefield women's prison for the unlawful death of a drug dealer. I was in such deep cover that I didn't even realise that I was being planted there and that the arrest had been manufactured. Our intel team had found out that Charles' daughter was in the same prison pretending to be someone else in order to escape from her father. She'd faked her own death."

"Slurp... why would she want to do that?"

"Oh my god... suck on my lips... it feels so good," I gasped, trying to keep my concentration. "Charles was fucking her and although she didn't seem too bothered by it, she'd had enough when he tried to marry her."

"What the fuck," he gasped, stopping momentarily. "I knew that guy was bad news, but doing something like that to your own daughter... the guys a fucking sicko."

"I didn't say stop," I snapped, sitting down harder onto his mouth. "Fucking eat me."

I reached down with both hands and spread my ample lips open so he could worm his tongue deeper into my valley. He had lust in his eyes as he probed my depths like his life depended on it.

"Yes, he's a sicko alright. While I was in prison, Sasha told me all about him. The death of his wife had driven him mad and when his daughter grew up, he thought she'd be her perfect replacement. I didn't realise the significance of it all until my solicitor turned up. She was in fact my handler posing as my legal advisor and she told me what my real mission was. I was to escape from the prison with Sasha in order to get to her father. My orders now are to take him out for good. Oh god... slide two fingers in me... fuck my dirty pussy and suck my clit... I'm getting close."

Lick - slurp - suck.

"Mmmmpppf, I can feel you getting tighter," he mumbled, slipping two fingers inside my sodden gash.

I began to rock and gyrate on his face, reaching up and caressing my breasts as my orgasm began to build. The release of tension from the morning with Charles was exactly what I needed.

"We broke out of prison... oh fuck... we found her father's company... shit, right there..." I panted. "Then we were brought to his island... eat me... lick me... fuck me."

His fingers thrust in and out of me like a piston and he sucked hard on my erect bud. I tweaked my nipples and felt the tremors within me start to rock my world.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Lick - slurp - suck.

Rub - ride - slip - slide.

I glanced down to see Sullivan's face literally glazed in my cunt juice. Just the sight of it finally triggered me off and I came hard above him.

"Oh... ugh... fuck.... yes... don't stop... make me fucking cum," I moaned.

My pussy bubbled like a cauldron and I pushed forwards to support my weight on my hands. This momentarily pulled my snatch away from his face and his fingers slipped out of me.

"Don't stop... get those fucking digits back in me," I cried.

He went one better than that. He thrust his thumb into my pussy and his middle finger into my asshole. His mouth clamped around my vulva and he lashed his tongue against my clit like a rattle snake.

My orgasm hit a new level and I clamped my legs tight around his head to hold him in place as I came and came and came. My walls went into spasm and my sphincter twitched around his finger, literally pumping my love honey all over his mouth, chin and neck.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Lick - slurp - suck.

Rub - ride - slip - slide.

"FUUUUUCCCKKKKKK," I screamed, no longer caring if anyone heard me.

If we wanted it to look convincing, this was certainly the way to do it. The pleasure waves peaked and started to die away, but there was no way I was going to leave this guy hanging. I pushed back on the bed sheets and slid down his body towards his raging hard-on. His finger and thumb left my body feeling momentarily empty, but not for long. I literally impaled myself onto his manhood with a loud wet queef as the air inside me was replaced with hot American meat.

Sqqqquuuelllccccch. Prrrrrrpppppp.

"Oh Jesus, that's tight and wet," he gasped. "Ride me you sexy bitch."

I forced my tits into his face and sat down hard on his member. Seven inches of fat cock pushed up against my cervix and I began to twerk up and down with him deep inside me.

"This is how we do it in England," I panted, trying to catch my breath before my second orgasm pulsed through me. "I'm going to milk you dry with my dirty British cunt."

"Oh, I love it when you talk dirty. That accent... so fucking sexy... you feel so good."

He started to thrust up and down in time with me to enhance the penetration. His strong muscular arms went around my back and pulled me in for a kiss. Our lips met and my second orgasm erupted out of me, barely a second after my first had subsided. This is exactly what I needed - raw animalistic sex.

"That's it... fuck me harder... I'm a dirty English whore," I gasped. "Give me what I deserve... cum in my tight young cunt."

Up and down. In and out.

Kiss - lick - kiss.

I forced my tongue into his mouth as he forced his cock even deeper. He was close now and I knew we both needed to finish this so we could get on with the mission. Despite the importance of it, I didn't want this moment to end. After all the stress and feeling alone for so long, I felt a connection with this guy that drove me wild.

"Oh fuck... say it again... say it again... I'm close," he begged, kissing me passionately.

He obviously liked the word 'cunt'. Americans tended not to use it as much as the English, so I over emphasised it each time I mentioned it.

"Cum in my tight young cunt... fill me up... cum in my tight young cunt... spunk in me," I said over and over. "Give me that hot American seed."

"Ugh... ah... fuck... here it cums... you're so dirty," he spluttered.

He sounded almost in pain as he thrust in deep one last time and held it there as he emptied his balls into me. That delightful feeling of warm sperm gently squirting against my cervix was exquisite.

Pump - spurt.

Pump - spurt.

Pump - spurt.

I felt it leaking between his shaft and my inner walls, coating my insides with delicious semen. My orgasm washed through me and we both gave a shudder as we finished. I collapsed on top of him and he held me close, nuzzling into my neck and breathing hard. We lay still for a minute or two with the warm sunshine burning down on us in this blissful location.

Eventually, I felt him laughing beneath me. His shoulders and chest bounced as he giggled.

"What's so funny?" I quizzed pushing up and staring into his eyes.

He had the biggest grin on his face as he stared back at me.

"Is this what they call the 'special relationship' between the UK and the US?" he laughed.

"It's certainly special," I giggled. "I can't think of a better way to cement the bond."

He craned his neck and gave me a kiss.

"I guess we have work to do," he smiled. "I'll get the guys together and tell you what we're planning."

"Before we do that, I need to ask you something."

"OK. Shoot."

"When you infiltrated The Patriots, were you aware that Charles wanted this attack to look like the Russians were responsible?" I asked.

"Yes, that was the whole point. Those Patriot assholes agreed with Charles on all of it. The attack with Strela missiles would definitely point back to Russia. In a way, I can see what he's trying to do."

"He's insane. Hamilton said the Cold War had never ended; do you agree with that?" I quizzed.

"Sadly, yes, but I don't agree with his tactics for escalating a war with Russia. I know we're already in some undeclared war with them, but striking at your own country isn't the way to make people stand up and listen. I know the Russians have been involved in election rigging on both sides of the Atlantic, but both of our countries are equally guilty of doing similar things to Russia."

"Do you have intel to back any of it up? Charles seems to think that the Brexit vote was rigged to make the UK leave the EU and weaken the rest of Europe. He said that there are already Russians on British soil planning an attack to weaken us further. I don't know if I believe him or not."

"The evidence is still being correlated about election rigging and computer hacking, but we believe the threat is real. Russia's invasion of Ukraine seems to be like a testing ground to see how the rest of the world will react. So far, the reaction has been slow for fear of starting a nuclear war, but things are progressing. If Hamilton says there are Russians in your country, he's probably not far from the truth," he shrugged. " We have reason to believe they are also in the US planning something big."

"Do you have any idea what?"

"Not really, intel is sketchy at best."

I remembered back to overhearing Charles on the satellite phone as we came in to land. He'd mentioned the Russians to Maurice so it sounded like he might know more about it.

"I think Hamilton knows what's going on. I heard him on the phone to one of his guys when I arrived," I explained. "We should interrogate him and see what he knows."

"That goes against our orders," said Sullivan. "We only have two objectives here. Eliminate Hamilton and destroy his weapons cache. It's plain and simple. He's a clear and present danger and we can't risk him slipping the net."

"But he might have important information about the bigger picture," I replied, finding it hard to admit that I was trying to keep the asshole alive. "A guy like that is a big fish in a very big pond. He's been at this for years and must have a lot of connections."

As I said that, the rest of his guys started to walk towards us along the beach. They were in a slow jog, throwing the ball to each other as they approached.

"If we can get to him alive, we'll give you some time with him, but he's leaving this place in a body bag, no matter what," said Sullivan.

I rolled off him, felling his flaccid cock slip out of me with a huge gush of cum and cunt cream. It dripped onto the sheets between my legs as the other three arrived.

"Haven't you done yet?" snapped Capitol. "You know there's a line forming here."

"Hey guys," said Sullivan, getting straight down to business. "We were right about her. Please let me introduce Agent Becca. She is on the same mission as us, only for the Brits."

"I knew there was something about you," gasped Liberty. "Young, sexy and a spy too, how lucky are we?"

"I think I'm the lucky one," I swooned, sitting up cross legged. "I've been going out of my mind thinking that I was going to have to do this alone. When you guys showed up it appeared to make matters even worse, but now that I know who you are, it's evened up the odds."

"We're still heavily outnumbered," added Pentagon. "But welcome aboard, we could do with an extra pair of hands."

"We need to step things up a gear," said Sullivan. "Becca's just told me that Hamilton is on to us. He knows that the stem cell treatment is bogus and he thinks one of us is a mole. We need to act quickly and keep the element of surprise."

"Tonight sounds like the only option," I butted in. "He knows that you're leaving tomorrow afternoon and he wants the mole exposed by then. Whatever your plan is, it needs to happen before tomorrow morning."

"Most of the ground work has already been done, but we can't discuss it here. We need to go somewhere more private," said Sullivan. "We should meet up later at the other end of the beach, away from the house."

"Agreed," said Liberty. "We could make our excuses and meet Becca there."

"OK. What time? It's coming up to lunch time now. We could do it straight after."

"Make it fourteen-hundred-hours and make sure you come alone," said Sullivan.

We all nodded and I felt like I was actually getting somewhere with ending this once and for all.

"I just have one question?" said Capitol.

"Sure, what is it?" nodded Sullivan.

"Does this mean that we're not going to take it in turns to fuck Becca this morning. I thought that was the agreement. You've had your turn, but what about the rest of us."

"Keep it in your pants for now," said Sullivan. "We've got work to do."

We all laughed, but Sullivan was right. I was about to add a witty retort about them fucking me when we heard shouting coming from the villa. We all turned to see Sasha running towards the marina shouting back at her father.

"FUCK YOU!" she snapped. "I'M NOT GOING DOWN THAT ROAD AGAIN. I TOLD YOU BEFORE. FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE."

Charles was standing on the balcony and watched her leave, but he didn't go after her.

"Shit, it looks like there's trouble in paradise," sniggered Pentagon. "What's her problem?"

"I'm not sure, but I know she was having a meeting with Charles straight after me. It was something to do with her new identity. Maybe she doesn't like it."

"You'd better go and check on her," said Sullivan. "We need everyone squared away here before we make our attack. We can't have her running around getting in the way."

I slipped off the bed leaving a puddle of spunk behind me like a snail-trail. Sullivan had certainly given me a large portion of his cock-cream, it was pouring out of me. I pulled my bikini bottoms and Daisy Dukes back on and Pentagon passed me my top.

"It seems like such a shame to waste that cummy pussy and those perky tits," he said.

I just smiled at him and tied my top around my back.

"I'll see what's going on with Sasha and report back later," I smirked. "See you all at fourteen-hundred."

****

I walked slowly around the outside of the villa, along the beach towards the marina. Charles had gone back inside and was obviously leaving Sasha to cool off. Whatever had gone on between them had obviously pushed Sasha over the edge. With my gusset soaked in hot spunk and pussy slime, I made it to the jetty to see her sitting on the end of it, dangling her feet off the edge with her head in her hands.

She was crying hysterically and made no attempt to hide the fact as I approached.

"Sasha, what's wrong babe?" I soothed sitting down next to her and putting my arm around her shoulder.

Her eyes were red and puffy and tears were streaming down her face. She buried her head into my cheat and I held her close to comfort her until she calmed down a little. She was almost hiccupping as she tried to get some air into her lungs to get her words out.

"I wish...hic... I was back... hic... in fucking Bronzefield," she snivelled. "I hate this place... sniff... and I hate him."

"Sshhhh, it's ok. Just take you time and tell me what's happened," I shushed. "I'm sure it's not as bad as being in prison."

"This place is worse than prison," she disagreed, emerging from the safety of my embrace and wiping her face with her clammy hands. All it did was smudge her eye makeup all over her face and made her look even worse.

"Why would you say that?" I asked. "Nothing can be worse than Bronzefield."

"Because he hasn't changed. I thought that he had, but he's just the same. I knew I shouldn't have gone back to him."

"What's he done?"

She reached into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out a passport.

"Take a look for yourself," she said, handing it to me. "He's fucking lied about bringing me back from the dead."

I opened the passport and saw a picture of Sasha staring back at me. The name Sasha Louise Hamilton should have been written in the small book, but it wasn't. Instead, it read: Mary Louise Hamilton. It took me a moment to realise why that name had been picked and why Sasha was so upset, but eventually the penny dropped.

"Holy fuck, is that your mother's name?" I gasped.

She nodded, not wanting to look at me. She was holding back more tears.

"Holy shit. He's not brought you back from the dead, he's brought your mother back instead. He's turned you into his late wife. Does this mean that he's now legally married to you as well?"

"Daddy always gets what he wants," she spat. "Fucking perverted cunt. He knew that was why I ran away from him in the first place and yet he's still gone through with it. I don't want to be married to my own father, it's sick. I love having daddy's attention, I've craved it all my life, but he knows this is a step too far. Now I'm trapped here."

"Jesus fucking Christ," was all I could come up with.

I wasn't sure what else to say to her. I suddenly felt guilty about coercing her into finding her father and patching things up with him. The poor girl had been through so much in her life and she had no idea what was going to happen to her father if I completed my mission. She was angry, but I was sure she'd still be devastated once her father was assassinated. I searched my brain for something to say to her that might make things better, but suddenly I didn't need to. She just blurted out four fateful words.

"I want him dead," she hissed.

I was shocked that she was so upset about what he'd done so I continued to play the part of a concerned friend.

"You can't mean that," I replied. "He's still your father."

"He's a fucking gun-running, terrorist, incestuous cunt more like. I should have known better than to think that things would change. He never changes; it's all about what he wants. I tried to make it work, but I've been lying to myself, Becca. I can't live like this."

"I'd feel the same way, but what can you do about it?" I asked.

"I'm going to kill the mother fucker. That's what. It's the only way I can be free from him."

She had a hatred in her voice which I hadn't heard before and I knew that she meant it. From her point of view, it looked liked her only option.

"Be careful what you wish for," I said softly. "I agree with you that he needs taking out, but if you go through with something like that, there's no coming back from it. You're angry right now, but once you've calmed down, you might feel differently about it."

"I fucking won't. This isn't a spur of the moment thing; I've been thinking about it ever since we first got back together on the plane. I knew it was too good to be true. I can't live like this, Becca. I'll be trapped here on the island, he'll never let me leave. I'll be nothing more than a fuck doll for him to play with whenever he's got the time. I'll have no friends, no contact with the outside world. I'll go insane if I stay here. It's worse than Bronzefield, at least I had people to talk to in there," she started crying again so I cuddled her close, wondering what to say.

I let her sob for several minutes as I thought about my options. Now seemed like a perfect opportunity to tell her who I was and why I was here, but I didn't know if I could trust her. Anger always clouded people's judgement and I didn't want her to blow the whole mission at the eleventh hour if she had a sudden change of heart.

"Will you help me?" she whimpered. "You're trained in this sort of thing, right?"

My heart melted and I teared up a little. I felt so sorry for her and I knew I could help her, if only to clear my own conscious about using her to get to her father in the first place.

"What have you got in mind?" I asked. "This place is crawling with his militia and now Maurice has turned up. We'll struggle to get close enough to do anything worthwhile."

She emerged from under my arm like a hedgehog coming out of hibernation. Her cute hamster cheeks and bloodshot eyes made her look like a broken woman, but defiant.

"I guess we do what we do best," she said. "If we can get him into a room with the proviso of fucking him again, we'll be as close as we need to be. Plus, Maurice and the guards won't be around, he doesn't like fucking me with an audience. We'll be alone with him."

"It sounds like you've already thought it through," I raised my eyebrows at her. "But killing someone up close and personal isn't as easy as you think. It stays with you for the rest of your life. Are you willing to live with the feeling of watching the lights go out in his eyes right in front of you?"