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Man from UNCLE: Darling Spy, Let Me Tie Your Hands
🕑 Added 2015-08-23 21:43:29 +0000 UTC“Hiya, cutie,” came Victoria’s voice, doing a cold-hearted parody of ‘jaunty’. “How are you finding the island fortress? Comfortable, I hope.”
“Not as comfortable as I might like,” Gaby replied, rubbing her arms where the guards’ fingers had been tight as nooses. She’d been given barely a minute to reconnect with her father before being dragged, thrown into this tower like a princess in a fairy tale, where Victoria sat in the corner, her burning cigarette in its ornate holder making her a dragon.
She certainly looked reptilian enough for the part, her looks as sculpted and precise as one of the cars she made. No aftermarket modifications here—none of the hiccups Gaby would so lovingly fix and massage to keep a beloved old roadster running. Victoria was fixedly New, bleeding-edge fashion with timeless good looks, like the perfect evolution of aristocracy.
Her scalpel-sharp features and bruise-dark eyes regarded Gaby with a lifting of disdain. “The disadvantage of running a car company is I have a great deal of mechanics. I don’t need another one. And look at this room, this view! It’d be robbery to let you have it for free. Simple robbery.”
Gaby could follow the trail she was being led down. “I gave you the two spies.”
“Yes, but what have you done for me lately? Your father’s making me a bomb—he’s such a sweetheart—but all you’re doing is taking up space. Are you sure there isn’t anything you could do to contribute to the upkeep of this place? Bottle-washing? Drywall?”
Gaby gave herself the satisfaction of letting her voice turn bitter. “If you’re going to kill me, get it over with. Don’t play with your food.”
“But you look so tasty, and I don’t want to spoil my appetite—“ Victoria smiled like a cut across her face had finally started bleeding, giving her lips. “Poor little East Berlin girl. Your government doesn’t look too kindly on inverts. Neither of them do. Perhaps THRUST will be more considerate. At least with the cute ones.”
“You want sex?” Gaby asked, now quietly shocked. She sensed Victoria was the type to relish the shock of a girl like her.
“Don’t sell yourself short, dear. I’ll also greatly appreciate the sight of you naked. Those clothes are becoming, but just somewhat lacking in comparison to your bare skin…”
Victoria was so callous—unknowing or uncaring that someone might actually not want to fuck her—that she pulled Gaby’s barbs in like a magnet. “I would’ve thought you got all the sex you could stand the other night.”
“Napoleon?” Even though it was a reply to Gaby, Victoria spoke as if she hadn’t heard her at all. Like she was just reminiscing out of the blue. “Yes… that was superb. Shame you missed it. We did it on the balcony. I saw a meteor light up the whole sky.”
“I’m surprised you saw anything but the parts of Napoleon’s dick that weren’t in your mouth!” Gaby blurted out, though she was angry at herself for talking so dirtily.
Victoria smirked. “Oh, like I’d let him put that thing in my mouth. I only do that with women. They taste so nice. But there’ll be time for that later. Tell me, did you watch? Listen in? You and your spy friends—I know how tight you are. Surely you had some way to keep in touch…”
Gaby stepped out of her shoes, making Victoria regard her feet hungrily—the thought struck Gaby that she was naked from the thighs down, her minidress now even more ill-equipped to cover her. She quickly laid down in the bed, pulling the sheets up to her chin. “I’m tired. If you simply want to spew filth at me, you can wait until I’ve rested.”
“What did you think of our fucking, though? I so rarely get an outside opinion…”
Gaby was too conscious of her own body, its nearness to Victoria’s, how recently that other body had been moaning, rocking against the ceiling. Her body smoldering as Gaby’s did now. She didn’t want it to happen, but the thought was persistent, infectious. She could imagine how gluttonously pleasured Victoria would be with a hard body like Solo’s at her disposal.
Victoria stood, running her hands down her body to smooth out her suit. Her cigarette flared. “He was a damned good fuck. Used his tongue all over my tits, his hands all over my legs. Took him a long time to get to my pussy. But when he did…”
“I don’t want to hear it.” But Gaby did. Her wetness was growing; the warm feeling had seized control of her body. Under the covers, her hands slipped down to cover her sex, as if Victoria could see right through the bedsheets.
“He came within a hair of touching me—you know—inappropriately. Then his hand raced back down to my knee. The friction was so nice. Him feeling how I’d shaved, me feeling how sure his touch was… you’re right, Gaby, we should get ready for bed.” And Victoria began undressing, knowing this would arouse Gaby even further.
“He knew how hot I was getting, but he waited until the absolute last second, the very moment I would’ve slapped him across the face and stormed off, to open up my legs and start really touching me.”
Gaby snorted. “You’re obscene.” But her mind relished the knowledge of how it had felt. She wanted Victoria to go on.
“Oh, it was obscene, all that big cock for my tiny little pussy. I thought I would die, having it inside me—moaning and crying out and carrying on. I wonder if that’s why he fucked me. Just to see how loud I’d get then.” Victoria finished undressing, her clothes neatly folded, her body as fashionable as they had been. She sat at the foot of Gaby’s bed, her pose obscuring but not hiding her flesh. Her quick eyes ran over the stirring sheet. “And he was worth getting loud for. The man’s as big as a telephone pole. Oh, I could’ve died, then and there. But if I had, then I would’ve missed the best part. All the right moves, but in such an interesting sequence… I’m sure you heard that part. Even if you weren’t listening in.”
“I need sleep,” Gaby said. Her voice had never been more devoid of authority. Her mind was working overtime, trying to feel the arousal that was so clearly in Victoria’s voice. It had to be as good as Victoria said, or even someone like her wouldn’t have done something so dirty, so depraved.
“I must have come six times before I even started wearing him down. Fucked me so hard I thought I would melt. Just like you’re about to. You haven’t had much, have you Gaby? I need a real fix to get off, but you, you just need to hear how hard I come and you flood your bedsheet.”
Gaby looked down guiltily, seeing her sheets as white as ever, then flashed her eyes back up to Victoria. The villainess laughed at her, knowing she’d tricked the little fly in her web into admitting how turned on she was.
“You…!”
“Try bitch, darling. Napoleon called me that—among other things—and I rather liked it. It fits.” Victoria ripped the sheets away from Gaby. The dress was around her waist, her hands still covering her crotch, but from underneath her panties. And the scent of her arousal couldn’t be hidden. “See? Oh, what a bitch I am… what a bitch am I…” she laughed, sing-song.
Victoria seemed to be wholly animal as she leaned down upon the mattress, planting herself on all fours and advancing upon Gaby, over her. “I’ll scream!” Gaby threatened.
“I sincerely hope so. But since I know how sensitive you are about your pristine morals…” Victoria produced a handkerchief.
Gaby didn’t know why, but she held herself still as Victoria gagged her. Then as Victoria forced—led—her hands to the headboard, leaving them there with Gaby obligingly fisting her fingers around the cast-iron rods, then pulling a pillowcase free of its cargo and using it to bind Gaby’s hands.
“Now there’s a good girl,” Victoria praised, slinking over each word to let them sink into Gaby’s lustful mind. “Later, you can tell yourself I tied you up. Maybe you can even forget that you let me tie you up. But whatever you do or don’t remember, you’ll always know how good it was.”
Gaby looked down Victoria’s body, knowing somehow that Victoria wanted to be looked upon, gazed at, and helpless to resist. A shiver—not cold, but warm—passed through Gaby’s trim body, and she saw where Victoria straddled her—ebony triangle resting on Gaby’s body. Pink sex neatly within dark hair. Smelling like hers. Wet like hers.
“I was going to have you eat my pussy, but I like you better with your mouth full,” Victoria said, savoring the dirty words like they were the names of lovers. “And you probably couldn’t get me off at that. So, I’m going to show you how it’s done. Then you’ll know what to ask for when that big hunk of Russian comes around again…”
Overwhelmed with the depravity of what was happening, Gaby tried to kick Victoria away, but this only played into her hands. Victoria rocked back only to rush forward again, catching Gaby’s slender legs and pushing them upward. Gaby’s ass came off the bed, helplessly, shamefully exposed, and Victoria dropped down to it, crossing her arms across the bottoms of Gaby’s thighs to hold her legs in place, pointed upward.
With maddening slowness, Victoria told hold of either side of Gaby’s soaked panties, teased them upward—that is, down Gaby’s legs—and finally peeled them from Gaby’s sex. Gaby screamed into her gag and Victoria joined in, pressing her open mouth to Gaby’s flowing cunt and—
It shocked Gaby more than anything else. Every word Victoria had said had been like a key twisting in an ignition, forcing Gaby’s stubborn engine toward catching. Now, it finally did, and Gaby finally realized how aroused she really had been. She moaned piteously, realizing how depraved she really was, to almost come from this debauchery, to know and love the difference between the little shivers of before and the mounting desire of now, to want more. And more.
Gaby was crying now—tears of relief—feeling every movement Victoria made, her tongue inside Gaby’s sex, as satisfying as a cock could ever be, stroking across the velvet walls of her pussy. Gaby didn’t know what to do. She struggled, fought, strained to break the bonds holding her down—and was pleased in her failure. She didn’t know if she wanted to escape this torture or not. She didn’t think she’d ever know. But she couldn’t stop, not with her hands tied, her mouth gagged so she couldn’t cry out for help. All she could do was lie there, her legs so wantonly raised, and allow this fiend to do what she wanted.
It didn’t matter how Gaby felt about it. No one would ever know if she enjoyed it or not. What she was pleading for with the gag so firmly between her lips. No one would ever know how good it felt.
Victoria’s tongue sought her weakness and found it, all of it, came to her meek little clit and fixed her mouth over it and sucked hard. Gaby came—no one would know that either—and after she’d stopped—took so much longer than when she used her hands—there was still a warmth spreading in her belly. Like her body was made of butter and it was melting from the inside out. From the point where Victoria’s tongue was inside her, so hot, almost painfully hot.
Victoria could taste her. Taste all her flowing juices, know the scent of her, know Gaby as deeply as her blood. It was wonderful to be known.
Again, Victoria found all the right spots. Dragged her tongue up Gaby’s cunt and flicked its tip easily over Gaby’s cunt, almost casually making her come again. Gaby shook, every muscle in her body rigid, and for a ghastly moment she thought she would stay that way. Locked in this terrifying pleasure forever. But death couldn’t feel this good. Only life.
Gaby felt Victoria’s hands reached up, over the melted butter of her body, under her sweaty dress, feeling out all of her until the two sets of slender fingers emerged through Gaby’s neckline. They reached up to her face and pulled away her gag and trapped animals moans filled the room. Almost as loud as the lewd slurping of Victoria’s tongue inside her, like they were competing over who could be more obscenely aural.
Then Victoria stopped, simply gazing at Gaby’s cunt as it got wetter and wetter and wetter—allowing Gaby to anticipate what was about to happen. To want it to happen.
Then her tongue fucked into Gaby, back out again, the rhythm as fast and smooth as befitted a finely-tuned engine like Victoria, a mechanism designed only for pleasure—her own. Gaby’s inexperienced body was driven wild with desire, and this was its own form of pleasure for Victoria.
Making Gaby come, again and again, body rebelling against mind, and making her know so badly, so deeply, that she had Victoria to thank for that. The knowledge that Gaby would take this pleasure to her grave tasted better than Gaby’s cunt ever would—but Victoria liked that as well.
Victoria stopped just when Gaby was about to come again. “Whew!” she said, rising up off Gaby, smiling as she felt some of Gaby’s juices drip off her chin. “My jaw aches. I don’t know how people stand eating my pussy all night long. Maybe I just motivate them better.”
Stark hatred burned in Gaby’s eyes. For stopping when she knew it would hurt her most. For leaving her wanting it. For making her feel like such a whore.
Finally, Victoria licked her lips. “You’re right,” she said. “You didn’t get enough out of it. You’re more about cock, aren’t you? We should’ve had a threesome. Some of my guards are exceptionally well-hung. But oh well. I’m sure we can find something. You know… big and hard and… maybe a bit tingly.”
Victoria reached under the bed—she’d stashed her purse there, she’d planned this—and Gaby heard the click of a switch. Something hummed.
Victoria held something up. Twelve inches long. Quivering. “Now you know where people get the idea that I have my husband’s dick in my purse. You Communists are big believers in sharing, right? Well, I’m going to share this with you tonight. All night.”
Gaby thought she was going to die. Having it inside her felt like being slowly pulled apart. But she wasn’t—it only pulled her a little ways, then it let her clench, and she clenched so hard, she didn’t know her body could clench so hard. She felt oily tendrils moving up her body, insidious, desirous. She enjoyed them. She hated herself for enjoying them. But she found she couldn’t hate Victoria.
Not when she felt so good.
“I need to go check on my atom bomb,” Victoria said, dressing breezily. “You have fun with your own explosion, hmm?”
It took a long time for the batteries to die. Long enough for Gaby to know she’d given all she had for the free world.
Nothing else mattered.
Not even the name she screamed as she came.
