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Thread: Of Spies and Whores {darkest_fate&DeRe}

The appraising eye nearly made Mira shift. She had to continually remind herself of their goal, that she'd done this before, that she had companions, that they wouldn't let it get too far, anything, something to take her mind off the current situation of having a man so obviously used to appraising flesh eying hers like an auctioneer did a piece of meat. It felt almost like a betrayal of all that training, and that reminder put a little more steel into Mira's spine. She straightened slightly, let her blue eyes follow him, wondering what he was doing and what his plans were. They waited, somewhat patiently, for the man to finish his appraisal and turn and shift. The impressive display of wealth and sexuality nearly sent Mira reeling. At least she'd seen something of the like before their employer had a similar cache of impressive clothing for agents to pick from. The clothes they'd just shucked likely would've cost similar. But their employer's clothing had variety. What Mira beheld now was a pure panoply of sexually arousing clothing. Some of the bits of lace and silk didn't even quite look like they would cover much of anything. The comment drew her attention back to her new employer. She blinked as he offered her, offered them, the choice. The girl looked back to the dizzying display, wondering just how they might choose. Perhaps she could go for something lacy and white? Mira took a step forward, only to find Candy putting a restraining hand on her shoulder. Frowning, she looked over at her friend, only to see said friend looking toward Enison. Wouldn't you rather choose for us, sir? Candy offered. After all, you're clearly more expert than us at this, and I'd assume that you'd want to choose the finery to drape your newest acquisitions in. Mira wasn't sure why her partner was giving up the choice, and she nearly frowned. Instead she put on a smile, turning to Enison and nodding, more than willing to go along with the situation, even if she didn't quite understand the reasoning.
Thread: Of Spies and Whores {darkest_fate&DeRe}

For a moment Enison was uncharacteristically taken back. Were these two toying with him? Something about Candy's insouciance was troubling him, ever so slightly. He had already begun to take a profound distaste to her. Mira appeared more obliging, yet clearly remained in the sway of her partner. What a pair of would-be spies these two make, he thought absently. But at that moment the main door opened once more, and a gravel-faced woman entered. She appeared to be almost the image of Ayn Rand with cruel features and an ugly slate-coloured suit emphasizing a stern aged appearance. A fixed, knowing smile did little to alleviate her air of chilliness. Mr Enison is perhaps the wrong person to ask, girls, rasped the woman in a cold flat voice. I'm afraid he is much more interested in removing your clothes than he is putting them on. As she sauntered over to the trio Enison forced his smile once more, almost bowing slightly as he spoke. Thank you for joining us, Miss Wolf, he purred. I defer to your insight on this subject. He stood back a little while she walked into the dressing room, immediately working through a number of select items. Wolf spoke with the soft drawl of a jaded aesthete as she chose the garments. Looking over at Mira, her eyes raked the girl's body like the hands of a lover, then opened a drawer. Taking out the contents she displayed a lace bodysuit , silver silk cords woven into the Egyptian cotton stitching. The sheer fabric hid nothing, but a small cluster of diamonds over the nipples and crotch did at least obscure those areas. I believe this will suit your chaste girlishness, my dear, she said as she gently threw the bundle over to Mira. Turning to Candy, Wolf met the blonde's dazzling blue eyes with a steady gaze. As for you dahling, we need something to advertise those spectacular legs. Our clients shall desire you to wrap them tight around their thrusting bodies with a burning passion. After a few moments of consideration, she pulled out a hanger from which hung a set of bra, panties and stockings. Satin of course, nice and simple. No need to over-ornament such a divine figure nothing worse than too much sauce on the meat. Her crooked smile twitched like a dying man's fingers as she passed it over to Candy. As their hands touched she held the contact for a few more moments, staring deep at the girl. Enison noted the gaze and gave a soft chortle. If only you knew what this monstrous cow is thinking of, you uppity minx , he thought. Then, standing up straight, he spoke softly Please dress swiftly now, ladies. I would to begin your training as quickly as possible.
Thread: Of Spies and Whores {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Both girls paid attention to the rooms as they walked through. Likely they would have even if they hadn't been given extensive training to do precisely that. Mira's curiosity had by this point nearly hit a fever pitch. She kept fighting the urge to fidget, and her eyes kept darting around, almost like a prey animal trapped in a net. She certainly didn't relax as they entered the Panopticon. Both spies knew full well what that word entailed, and it didn't take much guesswork to estimate where they were. Candy took the seat first, crossing her legs casually. She gestured for Mira to follow, and the brunette did so, albeit with considerably more reluctance. Well, we're just starting, sir, Candy offered as Enison spoke of a quiet night, allowing herself another smile. A fading window drew their attention, and both recognized the pair within. Neither had quite the citizenship that would have made this personal, but they could at least recognize a truly terrible situation. Moreover, they understood all too well the implication spies and those working undercover would be dealt with in house. It didn't take much imagination for Mira to substitute herself for the struggling beauty with the raven hair. Just picturing some sort of beast pumping away at her nearly made the girl panic. Her eyes dilated, her pulse raised, she felt her hands clenching and releasing. Training kicked in to squash, particularly as Enison and Wolf spoke. Always appreciate a good sense of irony, Candy replied coolly. The blonde likely understood the implications as well, but she either didn't care or had enough training to put it down. In point of fact, she didn't even react at the next scene either. Mira, however, found herself on her feet. The reaction had been instant a quick spring, her blue eyes locked. She didn't regain herself until she'd taken a step in, her fist closing. Wolf's admiration had her looking toward them, meeting Mira's look. 'Yes, she said, nodding and attempting to run her hands over her bodysuit, nearly catching herself in the fine mesh. Yes, he's quite appealing. I would certainly love to spend time with him. If that's our clientele, then you can definitely sign me up, sir, Candy said, nodding and rising to her feet, eying Marco with obvious lust in those green eyes. She even ran her tongue over her lips, and for a moment, even Mira wasn't certain whether it was act or reality. I'm all for starting, she said, nodding and turning. They froze at the next, noting the bottle. Something to make it more enjoyable? Their hesitation lingered. Part of training did mean building up something of an immunity to most drugs. Every agent experienced illegals at some point during their missions, after all, and they were expected to show some competence in handling them. Mira had, in fact, been fairly good at handling everything during training. The previous scene had, however, shaken her up. Still, it was her mouth that opened first, Candy's following a few beats later. Spray away, the blonde said, adding a slight shrug. After all, she was eager to get on with it.
Thread: Of Spies and Whores {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Enison started slightly as Mira jumped up. He had not expected such an open display of emotion. Candy's sangfroid was even more damning she was clearly trying to play along. Are these spies, or schoolgirls, he mused. Even if he hadn't received forewarning of their infiltration, it wouldn't have taken wrong for him to discern their charade. As a veteran obfuscator he felt bemused by their apparent amateurishness. At least it made the game more appealing, Enison told himself, eyeing the pair with an arched eyebrow. While the group had surveyed the two spectacles laid out before them, Wolf had been gently stroking Candy's thigh. She did so absently, with a delicate touch, almost as if it were an unconscious reflex. When the stunning blond had licked her lips and attested to a desire for Marco, the older woman's cruel mouth twisted into a crooked smile. My dear, he is not a customer, but an employee. We cater to all tastes here, as long as they have the money to pay. The girl's apparent eagerness to start amused Wolf immensely. I trust she'll repent of that sentiment before long, she thought to herself with a languorous pleasure. Both Enison and Wolf chuckled at the girl's eagerness to receive the mouth spray. Such enthusiasm! cooed Wolf, as she stood up to face them. I've no doubt you will both be of great service to our organization. She shook the small white bottle vigorously as she spoke. This is a specially engineered form of MDMA, rendered thrice as potent in aerosol form. We have the privilege of employing several highly capable chemists whose skill far surpasses anything in the commercial or medical world. It will greatly boost your tactile pleasure and sensory intake, as well as significantly increasing stamina. Wolf neglected to add that the compound contained a refined version of thiopental the so-called 'truth serum' which made subjects more loquacious and uninhibited. As Wolf sprayed the solution in the girls' mouths Enison pressed yet another button, which exposed a lushly appointed bedroom bathed in a rich scarlet glow. The mirrorwindow separating from the central room slid silently away. Please make yourself comfortable now, ladies. Miss Wolf and I would be very interested to watch you with one another...making out like teenagers, as it where. He deliberately reused the line Candy had spoken earlier. Whomever brings the other to sexual climax first will receive a hefty bonus. The 'loser', so to speak, will be required to take further training with one of our... specialists . He trickled the last word out with some menace, implying there was more to it than that mundane term suggested. Wolf reclined comfortably back into the couch as Enison sat down behind her. They made a peculiar pair, their gazes fixed on the girls. Wolf's eyes glowed as dark and primal as her namesake animal, her arousal at the current situation barely suppressed. Enison was more clinical, appraising things like a schoolboy methodically torturing a fly. Both maintained an air of curious anticipation, leaving the two girls in no doubt of what was expected of them.
Thread: Of Spies and Whores {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Enison and Wolf watched on in rapture. They were connoisseurs, savoring one of the finest vintages ever poured out for their palate. The sapphic spectacle was certainly nothing new to them - but the passion and natural enthusiasm that Candy and Mira shared was something entirely different. A crackling energy danced between the two and electrified the onlookers. Only a pair of jaded panderers such as themselves could appreciate the true nuances of the girl's performance. For his part, Enison could not decide what impressed him the most the utter dedication to their mission these would-be spies were displaying or their incredible natural talents for pleasure. As someone who enjoyed the thrill of anticipation, he wondered how long he could toy with both these beauties. Testing the nature of their relationship, and pushing the boundaries of their training, would become his personal project. Wolf's wicked mind had already begun to rehearse the vicious things she was going to visit upon Candy's divine young body. The ease and confidence she displayed in pleasuring Mira excited Wolf far more than anything else. Something about Candy's sly self-assurance both exhilarated and infuriated the sadistic old lesbian. She wanted to break the blond piece by piece, tormenting her mind and body before she was brought to her knees begging for mercy. With an absent, airy grin Wolf contemplated taking this tigress and reducing her to a mewling kitten. Mira's peril was writ equally large in the fervid mind that thumped behind Enison's reptilian brow. He would hand her over to the most vicious man in his employ, thinking of it like throwing a chaste Christian maiden into the claws of savagely pagan lion. Certainly the old rake knew there was no misery he could visit upon her than to take what she valued most highly, in the most nightmarish way possible. Watching that would be a particularly exquisite pleasure, and one he knew he could sell to a select audience. When Candy look back and suddenly spoke, both Wolf and Enison were suddenly shifted from their reveries. Enison was prepared to let things intensify, but the simmering Wolf was able to keep a more focused head. Don't you dare, bitch, she said smoothly but coldly to Candy. No girl around here finishes without my permission, and things are just getting warmed up. Wolf rose slowly, her glacial gaze fixed hard on the girls. Candy, clearly you are the more qualified applicant. Come with me now, I will finish your orientation personally. She clicked a dull red button on the chair console, revealing one more the gloomy passageway leading away. Turning to Enison, she purred I'll dispatch our friend the devil, presently. Might was well strike while the pussy's hot, eh? Her arched grin was like the toothless glare of a skull. Enison nodded slightly, unable to take his eyes from the writhing Mira. Yes...yes, Ms Wolf, that would be most agreeable.
Thread: Of Spies and Whores {darkest_fate&DeRe}

The two spies crackled with barely suppressed sexual energy. Both wanted release by this point, even as Mira's mind screamed denial at her. Both wanted to feel that cresting wave of pleasure crashing down over their trembling forms. Both wanted to achieve this together, to share in the pleasure that may very well be their last. But both also knew they had a mission. So when the order came to stop, both pulled apart from one another. Mira found herself panting, white skin flushed pink. Her sex throbbed with her pulse, each breath, each heartbeat making her core flutter and pulse with need. The petite brunette knew herself to be only a few strokes from orgasm. Her own delicate fingers trembled mere inches above that molten core, the temptation to draw her heat out nearly overwhelming. Only dedication and training stopped Mira short of actually doing so to herself. Candy, meanwhile, felt flushed with something besides pure arousal. She had impressed them she didn't need just the stern taskmaster's voice to tell her that. This hardly surprised the blonde she could play Mira's body better than her own, and she'd often excelled in matters of seduction. Yes mistress, she said with a coy smile. Candy rose languidly up, her body almost liquid. Fingers popped between lips as she tasted her friend, cleaning her digits off. Her eyes flicked toward Mira hopefully the brunette would have an easier time. I'll see you later, she said, before blowing a kiss. Mira watched her friend leaving, her heart sinking. The ache in her body had not diminished, however, and now she turned back to the man remaining. Can I... fin-- she began, only to have her brow furrow as a word bubbled up from the earlier discussion. Did you say something about 'the devil'? What on Earth could that mean?
Thread: Of Spies and Whores {darkest_fate&DeRe}

There was a slow creak of leather as the tall vulpine figure grabbed at the quivering girl. As he choked off Mira's words, a throaty growl grew out of his sinewy neck and turned into something of a chuckle. 'Excellent, he purred, I like it when they beg. The girl's terrified emotions played over her pretty doll-like face, giant eyes swelling in horror as they filled with his sight. As she tried to remain calm in his Diablo's grip, he could taste her sweat and fear like a dash of salt on his tongue. His free hand cupped one of Mira's girlish breasts, kneading it like a ripe fruit and pinching painfully at the budding pink nipple. Sweet little tits, smaller than I'd like though. He was appraising like her like a prize animal at market, or more appropriately perhaps like a butcher studying a prime slice of meat. Withdrawing his over hand from her throat, Diablo ran a skinny claw-like finger across Mira's inviting lips, slowly sliding it between them into her small wet mouth. They're all mine now anyway, he said with a snarling chuckle. Swiftly seizing Mira's slim hips he spun the girl around and shoved her forward, so that she was forced to lean on the bed and present her spectacular posterior to him. With equally quick and practiced moves he then kicked her ankles to either side, spreading Mira's smooth tanned legs apart as her heels rasped across the carpet. Jesus Christo though, that fuckin' ass, he said with sleazy admiration. It's like a perfect fuckin' melon and I'm gonna split it in half. One hand traced Mira's damp little slit through her costume, slowly opening the netting wide enough to reach it easily. Another drew a small sharp switchblade from his boot, clicking it open next to Mira's ear. Gonna mark you first girl, so you never forget how Diablo broke you in. Gently he pressed the tip of the knife against one of her buttcheeks, pressing the razor point against her elastic skin. Enison coughed with a pronounced amusement. Senor Diablo, please don't damage the merchandise just yet. I promise you will be able to cut, brand and tattoo this filly soon enough, but for know please just use the weapon God gave you, and not your blade. Diablo considered it for a moment, then clicked the knife back into his sheath. Replacing it in his boot he instead seized a fistful of Mira's soft brown hair, while slowly but forceful inserting two fingers into the soft velvet fold now exposed to him. You all nice and wet for me, puta.
Thread: Of Spies and Whores {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Beg, Mira heard the word growled like a tease, but she could hear the command lurking just under the surface. Her blue eyes grew wider as she saw him leering over her body. Everything within her screamed. Jerk. Run. Fight. Move. Faint. Do something . It took all her training to remain perfectly still, to just let the man continue to manhandle her in his harsh way. She could feel his paw grinding upon her chest. The sharp sensations made her gasp and tremble. God, he worked it like teasing a fruit. Smaller than...? Mira found herself almost frowning. They couldn't even get someone who-- a finger teased her lips, and she found herself parting. Blue eyes looked up at him, the very picture of girlish innocence, while her soft pink lips closed about the finger. She found herself sucking for just a moment, tasting his foulness upon her tongue. Another urge this one to vomit, roared up inside her. Mira fought back the gag, remaining still, remaining in position--- ---well, until he spun her. Mira gasped as she hit the bed, arms splaying to try and catch herself. Please! she tried sputtering, fighting tears... of frustration? Of Fear? She didn't know which, perhaps both, they warred within her. Smooth, well formed legs parted, stretching the transparent white material across and over her. The plump rear jutted upward toward him, as if offering itself up for the first course. Apparently it pleased Diablo, if his tone were any indication. Ahaaa, whimpered Mira as his hand worked her slit. Her cheeks burned, and she found herself squirming. She could do this. She had to--to save Marco... even if, even if he didn't seem to really want-- A tip and she gasped, head snapping to look back. Brown locks flew, covering her face for a moment. She clawed them out of the way, lurching up. Surely he wouldn't be harming the merchandise? You're joking!? she couldn't help but gasp, gaze flicking toward Enison. It might be, or perhaps-- --another jerk, cutting off thought. Mira couldn't suppress the yelp, hands flying toward her hair in the moment. She barely had time to process the tug, however, when something worse happened. Another girlish cry, following by a whimper, as her folds felt something sliding within. Tight velvet crushed the fingers, as well toned muscles fought bravely against the invasion. But previous moisture still clung, still made her sex blaze with leftover heat. Her eyes looked back at him, wondering if she should play along or confess the truth. Which did this monster want? Her lips moved, but words weren't forming, simply sounds, almost animistic in nature.
Thread: Of Spies and Whores {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Enison eased himself back further into his seat, forced to adjust his posture as his cock began to respond to the scene in front of him. It wasn't exactly the sight of Diablo manhandling Mira, abusing her perfect body like a plaything, that had engorged him. Rather, it was the soft urgency of her pleas the way she was clearly panicked and confused. So much for the elite spy, Enison considered wryly. Instead she was just another terrified girl about to lose it all to the cruelest man in the world. Was it really this easy to break such a creature, he thought. Idly he found himself wondering how much of a fight the blonde would put up, and imaginingg what ordeals she'd endure at Wolf's skilled hands. Diablo studied Mira's figure as it squirmed before him. Her honed and gym-toned young body would have been a utter delight to even the coldest of fishes. There was little but his own stalwart resolve stopping him from tearing the girl apart right there. But with the measured patience of the predator Diablo preferred to stretch it out a little. There was also something of the showman in his actions - amusing Enison and tormenting Mira. Especially the latter the veteran sadist was like a master musician which such a fine instrument in his hands. Moving with mechanistic ease the leathery thug released her and swiftly pulled off his belt, gripping the demonic steel buckle and looping the thick strap through his fist. The battered trousers remained upright nonetheless, perhaps suspended by decades of blood, sweat and other assorted fluids. After giving one of Mira's exquisite buttcheeks an appraising squeeze, he then landed the belt with a loud smack across the firm mound. It quivered violently, barely recovering before a second blow landed on the opposite cheek. The satisfying smack of leather on flesh sounded louder and sharper in the confines of the bedchamber. Not too much energy there, old friend, said Enison wryly. While on any other occasion she would have happily seen Mira flogged senseless, in this particular moment he had other things in mind. Besides, he admitted to himself, he wanted to save her true suffering for his own hands. A bruised fruit doesn't taste quite so sweet. Spare the poor girl the agony of expectation and give her the good hard fuck she's dreamed of for so long. There was a sneer in his words like a whiff of sulphur in the spicy air. Diablo cast the belt aside and finally dropped his trousers, exposing a pair of trunk-like legs and a formidable member that was nearly equal in size and length. Even the jaded Enison found himself suddenly swallowing almost a gulp of amazement. The angled mirrors surrounding the bed certainly gave Mira a clear sight of what was to be her first cock. Diablo spat on one hand and stroked the eager member, now raging red and erect in excitement, then firmly seized one of her slim hips. With the other he once again gripped Mira's scented locks, using it as leverage while holding her side. Then he slowly began to penetrate the inviting pink slit that glistened before him, sliding in slowly but firmly like a knife cutting the firmest peach.