The Spy Who Fucked Me

"I was looking for somewhere to play tonight" she went on. "This one's due a bloody good spanking before I fuck her. But I suppose that can wait. Especially since I need work, and the manager said you might be needing a driver."

"Boss, she's a fucking Brit," snarled the cheroot smoker. "How the fuck do we know we can trust her?"

Pussy Galore looked up sharply.

"I make the decisions round here, Zelda," she snapped. "This 'Brit' as you call her, got the better of Frankie. The stupid bitch groped the chick, and Olwen here took exception to her wandering hands. She laid Frankie out."

All five women looked at Olwen with respect. Zelda stood up and offered her hand to Olwen.

"I didn't mean no disrespect," she said. "Anyone who can get the better of Frankie is alright in my book. Good to meet you. Have a cheroot?" She offered a silver case to Olwen, who smiled, shook her hand and declined her offer.

"I prefer my pipe," she said, tugging on Mary's lead again. Mary delved into her bag and brought out Olwen's dainty lady pipe which she offered to her Mistress. She looked beseechingly at her friend.

"Yes, alright," Olwen answered her unspoken question. "You can smoke too. You know I love the taste of your cigars on your lips when I'm fucking you. But don't forget. Your arse is mine, and I'm going to warm it up before I strap on!"

There was a snort of laughter from Zelda, as she snapped her lighter and handed it to Olwen.

"I just love your accent, babe " she said. "Can you say 'ass' again? No one round here pronounces it like you do."

Olwen had her pipe going to her satisfaction. She drew on it, blew a stream of aromatic smoke at Zelda and replied,

"Would you like me to put you over my knee and spank your arse too?"

Zelda scoffed.

"I'd like to see you try," she retorted defiantly.

"Careful, Zelda. This one's ex special forces," Pussy said with a smile. She looked at Mary, who had fitted a cigar into her holder and slipped the stem between her lips. Pussy's eyes widened in delight.

"Light her up," she snapped. "And someone get me a drink. I need to fill our new driver in before we finish up here and get down to some play time."

Pussy looked at Mary and winked.

"If your Mistress is going to be spanking Zelda's ass, she ain't gonna have time to see to your pretty little butt is she, my little one? I understand you need a good spanking. Well, Momma Pussy will be happy to take that job on. I hope you like pain. Momma Pussy loves to see her little bitches squirming in agony."

She snatched Zelda's lighter out of Olwen's hand and sparked it up. Mary put her cigar into the flame and began to light up. Pussy's nostrils flared and her pupils dilated.

"Fuck, you're a hot little bitch aren't you?" she said softly. She looked at Olwen.

You want a job?" she asked. "You got one on one condition. This bitch is mine tonight."

"Whatever " replied Olwen as dismissively as she could manage. "I'll make do with Zelda here. I've never fucked an American ass!"

That broke the tension, and everyone laughed.

"You're alright," Pussy grinned slapping Olwen on the back. "Now come over here so I can show you the route I need you to drive."

As she moved towards the table, she yelled out "Where the fuck is my drink?"

Pussy looked at Olwen.

"I'm partial to a slippery nipple " she grinned. "That's Baileys and Sambuca. Wanna try one?"

"It sounds perfectly disgusting," retorted Olwen. "If you're offering, I'll have a Red Headed Slut. That's..."

"Jagermeister, peach schnapps and cranberry juice. I know what you're thinking, babe. Erica is strictly a one woman woman. That's her wife over there."

Pussy nodded at a plump young woman who seemed to Olwen to have every inch of visible skin covered in flamboyant tattoos.

"What about you, sweetie?" Pussy asked Mary. "Are you even old enough to drink alcohol?"

Mary looked at Olwen with beseeching eyes.

"She'll have a Leg Spreader," Olwen smiled, "but go easy on the tequila. I want her sober enough to feel the spanking she's going to get later on. Do you still want to administer it? I'm perfectly happy to watch you give her arse a good seeing to."

"I wanna fuck her too," Pussy replied. "That upper class Brit accent and her cigar in that holder are making me very wet indeed

"Well seeing as you've been so kind as to offer me a job, how can I refuse?" Olwen smiled. She puffed on her pipe and drew Pussy in closer. When Olwen kissed her, Pussy's mouth opened and she sucked Olwen's tongue, a mouthful of aromatic smoke and a great deal of saliva into her own mouth.

The kiss ended and Olwen slipped her pipe stem back into her mouth.

"Nice!" breathed Pussy. "I just might have to get me one of those fancy pipes."

Pussy drew Olwen over to the table and began explaining the route she would need to take away from the Bullion Depository. The gang had an insider in the convoy escort which would accompany the Crown of St. Stephen on its journey from Fort Knox to the airport, Pussy confided in Olwen.

Her job was to stall her police car across a junction, thus giving Pussy and her gang time to blow out the tyres of the armoured car carrying the treasure. They had an armour piercing bazooka which they would then use to take off the rear door of the armoured car, and remove the Crown, which Pussy would carry to Olwen's waiting car. The whole operation was timed to last less than thirty seconds.

"Are you sure you'll be able to locate what you need from the wreckage of the armoured car?" Olwen asked. "Those armour piercing shells cause a hell of a lot of damage. I know. I've used one."

"It's the only thing the convoy is going to be transporting," Pussy informed her smugly. "Our source is going to put it in a bomb proof case. All we need to do is to pick up the case."

"What about the escort?" Olwen asked. She already had enough information about the hit not to need Q's truth drug serum. She now wanted to know how the rest of the gang intended to make their getaway.

"Your girl may well be able to hold the rest of the convoy up for a while, but I'm guessing that they're not going to sit in their vehicles like lambs once they see you attack the armoured car."

"You're right, babe " smiled Pussy. "The people who are paying us to steal this bauble are supplying the muscle. They're men, unfortunately, and normally me and the girls wouldn't work with them, but my employers are giving me a cool million dollars for the Crown, so for that sum, all my principles get thrown out the window!"

"They'll all be armed, I take it?" asked Olwen.

"Of course," retorted Pussy. "AK47s, and they have orders to take out anyone who gets out from their vehicle. It'll be a blood bath, but my employers have also ensured that there'll be no witnesses left to lead the cops back to them."

"How so?" asked Olwen, feeling somewhat queasy, because she suspected that she already knew the answer.

"The head of the organisation that's employing me is a fucking megalomaniac," Pussy smiled. "She goes by the name of Ernestine Stavro Blofeld. She's a dyke like me and my girls. She's going to give her armed men a drink to calm them down before they leave for the ambush."

"That doesn't sound very professional," Olwen said slowly.

"Oh, believe me, babe. It's very professional," Pussy retorted. "It will contain a slow acting deadly poison. Two hours after they've drunk it, any survivors of the gun battle will be dead from the effects of the poison. There'll be no witnesses. You, me and the girls will be long gone from the scene!"

Zelda appeared with three glasses on a tray.

"Your drinks, boss " she said, but then everyone looked up sharply as Erica burst into the room, her face pale with shock.

"Get out, boss!" she yelled. "The Feds and the Agency have raided the joint. I've managed to get a few of the regulars downstairs to cause a bit of a hold up, but they won't be able to stall them too long."

Pussy grabbed the map from the table and shoved it at Erica.

"Burn this," she snapped. "I've got a spare copy. Zelda and Kim. Wait here and get what you can from the Feds. They'll be running this raid, with the Agency as back-up. The rest of you split. We'll meet tomorrow at the rendezvous. You..."

Pussy pointed at Olwen.

"Bring the chick and follow me!"

Olwen was operating on automatic pilot now. She obeyed Pussy's last command, grabbing Mary's hand and pulling her after Pussy's retreating leather clad figure. Mary had the presence of mind to grab her bag and Olwen's still smouldering pipe.

The three women raced through a door at the rear of the room and went down a metal fire escape as if the hounds of hell were on their heels.

Once outside, Pussy directed Olwen and Mary away from the club. She scanned the busy street as they walked calmly down the sidewalk, attracting looks of amusement and disgust in equal measures.

"We need to get off the street, Pussy," Olwen said. "Dressed like this, we're attracting too much attention."

Pussy nodded her agreement. They had reached the corner of the street by now.

"Down here," she ordered, leading them onto a brightly lit street that seemed to Olwen to consist solely of fast food outlets. She was about to protest at the choice of exits when a cadillac convertible roared past them and screeched to a halt outside a fried chicken outlet. The driver vaulted out of the car and raced inside.

"There's a set of wheels," Pussy grinned. "Look, the idiot's even left the motor running! Hurry up, he must just be picking up his order."

The three women jumped into the car, Olwen behind the wheel and Mary was squashed uncomfortably between her fellow agent and Pussy Galore.

"Go! Go! Go!" yelled Pussy. "Put your foot down, for fuck's sake!"

Olwen ignored the frantic urging, and carefully pulled out into the traffic.

"Can't you make this heap of junk go any faster." Pussy screeched. "Once he realises his car's gone, the driver'll be onto the cops. I thought you said you were a getaway driver."

"Screeching tyres and speeding cars attract the cops anyway," Olwen retorted, turning slowly onto a four lane road and gradually increasing speed. "We're clear now. Where are we headed?"

Pussy looked around to check where they were. She nodded to herself.

"Make a left at the next junction and then take the next right turn " she said. "We'll go to the warehouse. I can phone the girls from there to see exactly what's gone down at the Pink Pussy."

Following Pussy's precise directions, Olwen drove to the warehouse, and parked out of sight.

"I'll get one of the girls to dump the car," Pussy said as she unlocked the door and led Olwen and Mary inside. She switched on some lights.

"Ground floor's for my stores and equipment," Pussy explained. "Come upstairs. It's a lot more comfortable up there."

She wasn't exaggerating. The second floor was tastefully decorated, and Pussy seemed proud to show off her hideaway.

"My bedroom's upstairs," she grinned. "We'll take the doll up there soon. You can watch me spank her ass, and then maybe we could both strap on and dp her. I haven't had a threesome in ages."

"Sounds good," replied Olwen. "But don't you think you'd better find out what happened after the F.B.I. raided that club? I thought I heard you say you were going to telephone your girls?"

"Yeah. I guess you're right," Pussy replied. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back soon."

She walked across the floor and paused. Turning back to face Olwen and Mary, her harsh features softened as she smiled.

"Get that sexy cigar holder out, babe " she drawled. "I like my bitches to taste smokey, and I've got a fancy to taste cigar smoke on you."

"Yes, Ms. Galore," replied Mary in her little girl's voice. She delved into her bag and brought out her cigar case and her holder.

Pussy went off to telephone for information, and as Mary cut her cigar and fitted it into her holder, Olwen said in a low voice,

"Did you notice all that weaponry and ammunition downstairs? They've got enough ordinance to start World War Three!"

Mary nodded and blew a thin stream of cigar smoke out of the side of her mouth.

"How do you want to proceed?" she asked softly. "Do we try to contact James and Felix Leiter?"

"No," replied Olwen,"we're on our own, Mary. You're going to have to take a spanking from Pussy and then we'll both fuck you. Maybe I can get her to get us all a drink after that and we'll spike hers and get her out of here."

"But we know her plans," argued Mary. "Why don't we just overpower her and take her to the cops? There's no need to give her the truth drug."

Olwen grinned.

"I thought you liked being spanked?" she teased, "and Pussy's not the only one who hasn't had a threesome in ages! It's been a long night, and I could do with some girl-on-girl action before I go to sleep!"

Mary blushed and giggled. She put her cigar holder into the side of her mouth and inhaled. Then she exhaled through her nostrils, making herself look like a pretty young dragon.

"I could do with a nice hard spanking," she admitted, "and whilst I've done anal before, I've never been double penetrated. Oh, alright, Olwen. You've persuaded me. We'll play it your way."

Pussy had been gone a long time. When she returned, she was grinning like the cat who got the cream. She looked at Olwen and Mary, who were both smoking. Olwen was sitting in a comfortable looking armchair, puffing contentedly on her pipe. Mary was kneeling at her side, her cigar half smoked. As Pussy approached, Mary slipped her cigar holder back between her lips and clenched.

Pussy licked her lips lavisciously.

"Fuck, the pair of you look so hot," she began. She reached down and took Mary's cigar holder, slipping it between her own full lips. She dragged on it deeply.

"If there's one thing that gets me wet quicker than seeing a beautiful young woman smoking a cigar, it's making a man suffer," she announced through a cloud of creamy cigar smoke. "I'm very sorry, ladies," she went on, handing Mary her cigar holder back, "I've just spoken to Erica. She told me the raid was a sham. The Bureau didn't do a proper job at all, but in the confusion, two men were paying a lot of attention to the upstairs office. They didn't think that they were being observed, but Erica's got CCTV everywhere in that club."

"Anyway, Erica became suspicious, and operated another little trick she keeps up her sleeve. She sealed the office remotely and flooded it with knockout gas. We've now got two hostages. One's well known to us, the other's a complete stranger, but Erica thinks he's a Brit like you two. I'm going to 'interview' them now."

As she said the word 'interview', Pussy made the sign for quotation marks in the air. She grinned as she did so. "It's going to be a very enjoyable experience for me. And a very painful one for those two fucking men!"

Olwen remained outwardly calm, although her heart was racing nineteen to the dozen.

"A Brit, you say?" she asked quietly. "Those bastards back home never give up. I wonder if he's been sent to bring me back to the UK?"

She looked at Mary.

"I told you that mad caper you dreamed up was a mistake!" she snarled. "I've never interfered in politics until you persuaded me differently. Now we've got the bloody secret service on our tails, and all because you thought you could seduce the bloody Prime Minister and then blackmail her! I ought to wash my hands of you. You're a fucking liability!"

Mary played her part admirably. Her big eyes filled with tears and her full lips wobbled. When she spoke, her voice trembled with emotion.

"I'm so sorry, Mistress," she wailed. "Please don't finish with me. Punish me as severely as you like. I deserve it. But I don't want to live if I can't be with you."

"Ladies, ladies. Don't go off half cocked," Pussy said in a friendly tone. "Why don't you come with me? Olwen, you and I can torture this Brit spy, and if I read your signals right, that'll get you in the mood for some girly sex. We'll both fuck the babe, and I'll give her arse a good thrashing for you, if you like."

Olwen nodded slowly.

"Sounds good," she admitted. "Will you have any trouble getting rid of the two agents when we"ve finished with them?"

"Wilma can take them down to the lake to join Frankie," she grinned. "The fish'll think it's Christmas. They'll have enough food to last them a lifetime!"

Olwen drove. Pussy and Mary sat in the back, and between kisses, Pussy gave precise directions as to where they were headed. Olwen kept one eye on the rear view mirror. Mary seemed to be doing an excellent job of reeling their target in. She also didn't seem to object too strongly to Pussy's wandering hands.

They arrived at their destination, a wooded area known as the Shillito Park Trail. Pussy clambered into the front seat, and began to give Olwen much more precise directions. Twenty minutes later, they drew up outside a large log cabin.

"We're here," Pussy announced. "Leave the car out front. This place can't be seen from the main trail, and I'll send a couple of the girls out to set up a cordon, just in case anyone gets too close. There's no sound proofing in this place, and those two boys are going to make a hell of a lot of noise before I'm finished with them!"

Olwen and Mary followed Pussy into the cabin. Two women who were kissing and fondling one another on a large sofa sprang to their feet as Pussy came in.

"Boss. We weren't expecting you." one of the women said sheepishly. "Is everything ok?"

"Put your tits away, Kiki, and you and Vivienne get out on patrol," Pussy ordered. "My friends and I are going to question the two men you've been guarding. Get Wilma on the phone and tell her to be here in a couple of hours. She'll be making another trip to the lake."

"Gotcha, boss," replied Vivienne, "those two spies are in the back playroom. The Yank's got more metal than flesh, but the Brit's got all his equipment in the correct place. I reckon he's in for a very painful night!"

Pussy grinned.

"Ms. Mitchell, are all Canadians as disgustingly kinky as you?" she asked.

"All the ones I know are, boss," she answered with a grin. "Otherwise, they wouldn't be worth knowing!"

Kiki and Vivienne took a hunting rifle each from the rack on the wall, and went out on patrol. Pussy rubbed her hands together.

"Where shall we start?" she asked. "The Yank or the Brit?"

"I want to know what the Brit's doing here," Olwen answered. "Let's start with him. I know a few torture techniques myself, but I'm perfectly happy to let you take the lead. Let's make the bastard squeal!"

Pussy led them into the so-called playroom. It was set out like a dungeon in a fetish club. The ceiling had various hooks and attachment points, and from two of these hung the limp bodies of James Bond and Felix Leiter. Both appeared to be still suffering from the effects of Erica's knockout gas.

Pussy nodded at a huge armchair which was placed against one of the side walls of the play room.

"Make yourself comfortable, hun," she smiled. "There's room for you and the chick on that chair. I'll just wake this bastard up, and we'll start the questioning. Feel free to join in when you're ready."

"Seeing someone in pain gets my juices flowing," Olwen replied, sitting down and pulling Mary onto her lap. "I'll just watch you doing your thing and then maybe you and I can strap on and fuck Mary here into oblivion!"

"Sounds good," grinned Pussy. "Watch and learn, ladies. This bastard'll be begging for mercy by the time I've finished with him!"

Pussy's eyes gleamed with lust as she watched Olwen slip her pipe into her mouth and light it up. She nodded in approval as Olwen offered the stem to Mary, who sucked on it gently before kissing Olwen.

"Fuck, that's hot!" breathed Pussy. "Don't smoke it all, babe. I want to try a pipe with both of you later on!"