Here's what to look forward to as we kick off the New Year here at Darthsaad's peril packed Patreon. Some files will be completely new, while others will be able to be accessed with different tiers.
NOTE: All materials are for adults ONLY. Files are posted in Discord and can only be accessed via that platform.
Tier 1
NEW! Underworld of the Chevaan – Part 3 of the classic story spinning off from Warrior of the Chevaan. The half-fey priestess Satyra arrives in hell. Expanded with new material.
NEW! Supergirl – Fly No More. Part Two. Based on the CW TV series, the Girl of Steel faces the perils of alien-hating fanatics in this multi-part peril parody.
NEW! Peril Review Series – Comic book heroines in Peril. A review of some of the more sinister perils faced by the beautiful heroines of DC, Marvel, and more Beginning a look at the various works of John Byrne, this entry featuring The Invisible Woman.
Warrior of the Chevaan – the classic BDSM story, complete and enhanced with new material!
Black Widow and Lara Croft – the finale to this story of peril in the Amazon Jungle. Will our heroines survive?
Peggy Carter – Red is the Colour of Pain. World War 2 peril when Hayley Atwell’s character from the MCU falls into the merciless hands of the Red Skull!
. Tier 2
NEW! Sheenah and the Devil Woman – the next chapter of this ongoing story. The Queen of the Jungle continues to battle the sinister perils of the lost city and the evil white hunters. Breathtaking action and jaw dropping perils await.
NEW! Wonder Woman – Let Injustice Be Done Vol 2. The next chapter of this peril parody saga with Wonder Woman a captive of the Injustice League.
NEW! Artwork updates – more works of art by yours truly, including pieces from the some of our ongoing stories. See below
NEW! Agent X – Hell and Back. The third part of the Agent X saga continues.
Tier 3 Archives and previews
NEW! Trio for Terror. The first three chapters of a story starring MARVEL heroines Ms Marvel (Carol Danvers) Black Widow and Black Cat. Three beauties in black leather find themselves in the merciless clutches of HYDRA
NEW! Super-hot photo-manip art of superheroine peril.
NEW! The Witcher – Ciri’s Dark Fate (part 1) The first half of this story based on the console Game. Previously available only in Tier 4.
Agent Carter – Devoured by Hydra. Set during the Agent Carter TV series, Peggy Carter faces a lingering death at the hands of HYDRA. All chapters
Captain Marvel – Marvel-Less. Carol Danvers high flying space avenger is captured and brought low by the vengeful Kree. All chapters
Bond-age peril parody preview. Based on the movie Quantum of Solace. Bond girls Camille Montes (Olga Kurylenko) and Strawberry Fields (Gemma Arterton) face a perilous at the hands of villains Dominic Greene and General Medrano.
Supergirl – Fly No More. Based on the CW TV series, the Girl Of Steel faces the perils of alien-hating fanatics in this multi-part peril parody. All chapters
ARCHIVED. Supergirl Syndicated – the full four-part story of Supergirl in peril from Earth 3’s evil Justice League.
ARCHIVED Hawkgirl – Broken Wings. A two-part story staring the avian heroine of the JLU animated.
ARCHIVED artworks – archived works and some extra hot items.
Tier 4 Mega-Archives and previews
NEW! Untamed – The Legend of Sheena, Jane and Bomba. Volume 1 Chapters 1-4. Three classic jungle movie characters from the 50s find themselves pitted against ruthless Nazi’s and the dangers of darkest Africa!
NEW! Fallen Angels – starring Wonder Woman and her sister Donna Troy. Volume 1 Chapters 1-4. When the evil space god Darkseid seizes earth for his own, the beautiful Amazon warriors face a nightmare of pain and torment.
NEW! End of the Lane artworks! Commission art from the story. Hot and uncensored!
Women of Marvel: The Dynasty of Kang. The first 16 chapters of this superheroine peril EPIC. Chapters 1-11 previously posted on Devianart, chapters 12-16 available here as an EXCLUSIVE preview! Black Widow, She-Hulk, Carol Danvers, the Invisible Woman and many more of Mavel’s sexiest female heroes, facing the peril of reprogramming in Kang’s sinister super-prison!
End of the Lane Volumes 1-4 complete!
The Witcher – Ciri’s Dark Fate. 82 thrill packed pages! Based on the best-selling console game adaptation of the bestselling book series. The beautiful 18-year-old Ciri falls into the hands of witches and demons determined to destroy her and all she holds dear. Supernatural peril not for the faint of heart in this adults-only parody.
ARCHIVED Sheenah and the Devil Woman Vol 1. Hot jungle peril starring the blonde jungle girl in the wilds of Africa.
ARCHIVED Wonder Woman Let Injustice Be Done Vol 1. The first seven chapters of this thrilling superheroine peril saga, with Wonder Woman in the ruthless captivity of the Injustice League.
ARCHIVED Agent X – Ticket to Hell. The second story featuring Agent X moves to Tier 4. 12 chapters. https://www.patreon.com/Darthsaad
Tier 4: UNTAMED - THE LEGEND OF SHEENA, JANE, AND BOMBA Vol 1.
Beginning an all new jungle epic. In the wilds of Africa, three legendary figures face terrible danger and awesome torment at the hands of ruthless and evil men.
Irish McCalla as Sheena from the 1950's serials SHEENA: QUEEN OF THE JUNGLE Maureen O'Sullivan as Jane in the 1934 production TARZAN AND HIS MATE. Johnny Sheffield as Bomba as seen in the Monogram Pictures productions (1949-1955)
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Private Heimlich used his hand under the English woman’s leather skirt explore the softness there. His mouth was on her breast, licking and sucking at the nipple on that perfectly formed mound of softness.
“NNNN!”
Jane’s groan came as his fingers pushed open her sex and began to probe inside her. She lay on the ground beneath him, her brown hair strewn behind her as she twisted feebly under his weight. Her body felt strong, but he still had the knife at her slender neck. There was nothing she could do to fight against him without risking slitting her own throat.
“So good,” Heimlich said, lifting his mouth from her breast and smiling up at her. She stared down at him coldly, and the anger in her face only made him feel more powerful. Moving his hand he got another finger to her sex lips and wiggled them just inside.
“You feel hot, Fraulein,” he told her, still smiling. “Hmmm? Damp? I think you are excited, ja?”
The woman didn’t answer, just closed her eyes and turned her head away.
Heimlich grinned wider, feeling hot and flushed with the power he had over this beautiful creature. Her skin was smooth beneath his lips as he lowered his head and licked slowly at the curve of her creamy white breast. He and the other men had had women over the years in Africa, but they were ones rounded up from native villages; one of Blukherst’s compromises in the face of adversity, that he would let his racially superior troops vent their lust on the mongrel African tribes.
But the sight of this half naked English girl had reminded the German of how much he missed the sight and feel of a white woman under him. His hand inside her opening moved to tug at the fly of his pants, yanking it open so he could pull out his already hard cock.
Jane clenched her teeth feeling his movement. The cold blade of the knife at her throat kept her silent as she felt his tongue sliding over her breast like some slimy, disgusting thing. The man’s body had a hard wiry strength to it that he used to pry her legs further apart. She felt something warm and hard pushing up along her thigh, looking for a way inside her. Closing her eyes tight she clenched her fists, waiting for the touch against her sex and then the first horrible thrust.
Oh Tarzan! Where are you?!
(Note - this commissioned story contains scenes of both female AND male peril.)
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The second chapter of the latest sexy spy epic starring Agent X.
Teamed up with an old enemy, the lovely X is hot on the trail of the men who kidnapped her three beautiful friends. But will she find them before the human traffickers subject their captives to a fate worse than death?
Hot adults only action and peril available now in Discord.
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M’Banga walked into the darkened room in a concrete building near the center of the camp. The only light came in from a narrow window on the opposite wall. The floor was bare stone, stained with various marks as evidence of the room’s previous occupants.
Currently there was only one prisoner being held here. The blonde American girl was chained to the wall by manacles around each wrist that kept her hands up just above the level of her head, which was currently lowered. Her shoulder length hair was a unkempt mess of yellow tangles, and her firm naked body was covered with a layer of dirt and grime over the top of cuts and bruises both new and old.
M’Banga moved up to her and used a riding crop in his hand to push then woman’s chin up. Blue eyes stared defiantly back at him from behind the wild blonde hair.
“Captain Jane Mitchell,” M’Banga said with a smile. He looked her up and down and shook his head. “Trying to escape again. How many times is that now? Three? And each time we just end up back here. I would have thought a Marine officer would be more intelligent.”
She stared back with that wildness he found so appealing. “Guess I’m just a slow learner,” she snarled.
M’Banga lowered the crop and used it to trace the curve of her stained but still lovely breasts. The marks of men hands and teeth on those supple orbs would have appalled some. The mercenary captain found them arousing.
“Yes, though I dare say my men do not disapprove. They seem to enjoy any chance to help with your education.” He let the crop drift even lower, over her belly and down near the bruised slit between her legs. “I can certainly see the reason why. If anything, you are even more enticing than when you first arrived.”
The woman closed her eyes and shuddered slightly.
Her reaction made M’Banga even happier. “You could have had a much easier life here, but you chose to resist. Foolish.” He tapped her pussy with the crop. “My men are not very gentle with their toys, eh? Especially when you shoot one of them. If you had just played nicely, things could have been a great deal more comfortable.”
The blonde Marine opened her eyes and looked at him. The way he spoke about her circumstances in the past tense obviously registered.
“I’m not your toy, asshole. And your men are nothing but a bunch of sick rapist pieces of shit. If you’re going to kill me, get on with it, because if I get the chance to shoot more of your scum you can bet I will.”
“Proud,” he said. “But anyone can be broken, Captain Jane Mitchell. Believe me.”
“Yeah, you should ask your guy who tried that how it worked out.” She leaned forward and her face was hard with anger. “The one with my teeth marks in his dick.”
M’Banga chuckled at the memory of that scene. “Yes, I remember it well. As I remember a great many other things. Fortunately, your friend has proven more tractable.”
Fishing in his jacket pocket he brought out a smart phone. He held it up in front of the naked woman and pressed a button on the touch pad. The screen flickered to a video that began with the sound of a woman screaming.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!”
The auburn-haired woman on the screen was screaming and crying as two black men held her down, one at her arms and the other at her legs. A third African man, naked and laughing, was pushing his thick dark manhood into the crying woman’s sex. Grabbing her hips, he began to pump quickly and powerfully, making the sobbing victims ample breasts bounce back and forth as he raped her.
The man holding her arms moved them so he could pin them with one hand. His other reached down to slap those bouncing young tits, hard enough that the slaps could be hears over the woman’s wild sobbing.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! STOP! PLEASE! AAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
“You fucking animals!” another female voice shouted.
The camera view shifted to a second woman, yellow haired, bent over a table with her shoulders over the edge and her arms pulled down to where her wrists were tied to the bottom of the legs. There were whip marks on her back, some of them bleeding, and yet another black mercenary standing behind her with his pants down and his body pressed up against her backside. The man looked to be no more than twenty and smiled widely as he pushed his cock in and out of the prisoner’s ass, making the table grind across the floor with his thrusts.
Despite the grime and marks now covering her the woman being doggy raped on the table was still clearly Jane Mitchell herself.
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As a special Valentine's Day gift, here is a preview of the latest part of
UNTAMED: THE LEGEND OF SHEENA, JANE AND BOMBA
The Jungle Queen faces the torments of her Nazi captors in the latest 4 chapter volume!
Check out the this extract from the latest searing instalment...
CRACK!
The whip flicked out again like a serpent’s tongue, striking Sheena’s back with a hiss and a snap. The woman’s gorgeous body tensed, and Strauss could see the muscles in her arms and legs moving beneath the tanned white skin.
Sheena’s jaw was set tight. Her blue eyes blazed as she felt the sting of the whip, but not a sound came from her lips. Her breasts trembled slightly as the force of the stroke ran through that tall, elegant frame, her hands twisted as they gripped the ropes holding up her arms. That was all.
Krieger scowled as he drew the whip back in. The sergeant was clearly accustomed to his victims being much more vocal after half a dozen strokes, especially given that he had not offered Sheena anything to bite down on. But the jungle woman remained utterly silent. To Krieger, her lack of sound was like a personal affront to the man with the whip. He drew the whip back again and sent it whistling forward in an overhand stroke.
CRACK!
Sheena staggered forward a step this time, then steadied herself. From where she stood Strauss could see some blood on the side of the woman’s body where the leather had smeared it from the cuts already made.
The doctor clenched her fists in front of her. Such a prize, and these fools took the risk of ruining it. Sweat formed on the woman’s magnificent upper body, filming her skin with a silvery sheen and trickling down over those incredible breasts. Strauss found herself wondering what that sweat would taste like as she licked it from that smooth white skin.
CRACK!
The ninth stroke finally got a sound from the prisoner – a low, short grunt as she blinked some of the perspiration away from her eyes. Her breathing was becoming shorter and faster, and Strauss could see she was starting to struggle with the pain now. Her back would be a criss-cross of shallow gashes as the leather tore at the skin over her shoulders, ribs and spine. And the salty sweat would be trickling down over those cuts, adding another sting to the already awful pain. The German doctor saw Sheena’s face growing more haggard as she swayed slightly in the ropes.
CRACK!
“Hnnnh!”
Sheena whipped commission
Original artwork by Darthsaad.
This time everyone heard the moan. Blukherst seemed pleased, and Krieger smiled openly. Werner watched with detached interest, while the young Lehmann seemed both revolted and enthralled. As to the rest of the soldiers, Strauss recognized in them various degrees of pleasure, eagerness, and arousal.
Krieger’s arm drew back again. He too was sweating under the hot sun. As he sent the whip out again the underhand stroke tore up across Sheena’s back and she rose up onto her toes, her eyes clenched tight as she gasped in pain.
CRACK!
“AH!”
The twelfth stoke saw Sheena’s head drop forward, and her legs shook slightly. The thirteenth made her arch her back so that those spectacular breasts bounced on her chest as the sweat ran down her body in trickling streams. There was some blood dripping to the sand as well, and Strauss could see the bloodied leather picking up bits of sand that clung to the dampened surface. Those grains would gouge into the prisoner as well, now, making the whip even more abrasive, more horribly painful.
“Scream,” Krieger growled at the woman. She stood up a little straighter, sucking in air.
CRACK!
The whip ripped at her shoulders, and Sheena jerked forwards. Only the ropes stopped her falling to her knees. Her jaw was clenched tight, but as the whip drew back a sound of animal suffering came from her.
“Nnnn..aaaaaaaaaahhhh!”
“You will scream,” Krieger promised her, and struck again.
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In the tradition of the movies of the great
ANDY SIDARIS
IThe second installment of the
THRILLING, SEXY SPYGIRL, BDSM SAGA!
ALL 12 CHAPTERS!
Featuring the glamorous and dangerous AGENT X
and a bevy of BAD-ASS beauties!'
From the jungles of Africa…
The man with the pistol led the other two into the jungle. The one without the bag used a handheld light to guide the way. After a few minutes walking the light played out over a space of still water, and the trio came to a halt.
“Take her out,” the leader ordered.
The two men complied, setting the bag down and untying the cord at the top. A few seconds later a woman’s head emerged from the bag and she was dumped unceremoniously out onto the damp ground.
She was white, with short brown hair and brown eyes set in an attractive face. A gag was in her mouth and her hand and feet were bound with plastic cable ties. She had a slim athletic build, made all the more obvious by the fact that she was naked except for a pair of calf length heeled boots. The men eyed her small perky breasts and the nearly shaven pubic hair of her sex meaningfully.
One of the soldiers pulled out a knife and held it in front of the woman. She cowered back, but he only used it to cut the ties on her feet. The other man grabbed her under the arms and lifted her up onto her feet without effort.
“Please,” the girl said in an American accent… Her voice quavered with terror. “Please, I’m just a nurse with the relief effort…”
The man held up a dark finger to her lips. Reaching behind him he produced a printed document and a photograph. He held it up under the light –the girl saw the photo was a picture of herself.
“Agent Jillian Goode.” His English had a husky, deep tone. “Graduated Quantico Academy, eighth in class, recruited for overseas duty…” he leafed through the rest of the papers. “Very impressive.” He muttered.
Jill looked at the men. She had endured two days of captivity in their camp after being grabbed while driving her jeep to the medical outpost. The first night she had spent tied upside down in a hut, telling herself that she could talk her way out of this if she just kept calm and remembered her training. That attitude had soon faded when some of her captors had come in to the hut, stripped her nude, and then beaten her with rubber radiator hoses until she screamed and finally passed out.
When she had woken, it had been to find Herself tied to a bedframe in a different hut. Over the course of what seemed like a whole day, men had come inside…
…to the hotels of Europe.
X stepped back with a gentle push that sent Franz sitting back down on the gold finished couch against the wall. A mirror was located over it, giving X a find view of the room behind her as she stood in front of him with her legs parted and her chest pushed out. Franz smiled up at her, licking his lips suggestively.
“You still think this is worth a million Euro?” X teased, reaching up and putting her hand behind her head. The move enhanced her already impressive bust-line as she stared into his eyes.
Franz grinned hungrily. “Show me,” he told her.
X reached back behind her and found the clasp on the dress. The brunette unhooked it, and then began to slowly pull down the zipper. As she did, she turned, letting him see her back as the garment parted and she looked at him over her shoulder.
A tiny readout appeared in the corner of X’s vision as she watched him, small green letters flashing into view that only she could see.
CAMERA DETECTED, it told her, indicating a spot in the middle of the mirror.
She smiled for the benefit of the hidden lens and kept going, letting him see the back of her bra and then the line of her sheer black panties. A subtle move of her shoulders let the whole dress flutter down over X's body and come to rest like a pool of black around her high-heels.
Franz took a breath, looking at the body on display. She was short but strikingly beautiful, with a toned back, lovely legs and tight, perfect peach ass that the panties barely concealed. Turning around she let him get a look at her front as she kept her arms up near her neck, pushing her breasts together a little while folding her forearms cross them. His eyes were on those sumptuous orbs and then her belly, and finally the space between her legs were the panties teased with a vague impression of the shaven space beneath.
In the field…
The missile attack had reduced a good portion the fairway near the twelfth hole to a smoking crater, though so far it hadn’t killed anybody. But that was a situation X didn’t expect to last.
Gon was lying on the ground near the overturned gold cart, coughing and trying to stand up. The silver haired Johnson had dived to the ground when the explosion had gone off, while Wally was shrieking and scrambling for cover on the other side of the slope surrounding the putting green.
“What the hell?” Johnson bellowed.
X ran to the other gold cart, watching the drone getting closer by the second. Her enhance vision was now able to pick up a series of small, red tipped missiles on the undercarriage of the device. It’s four propellers angled back and forth as it steadied itself for another shot, while a small glass circle near the front reflected light as it moved up and down.
REMOTE CAMERA - FIRST TARGET
Dropping her putter, X grabbed a nine iron from one of the bags and held her own ball in her free hand. The drone hummed and bobbed, tracking around until she could see the camera looking directly at her. In her mind X could imagine a targeting frame zeroing in on her face as whoever was controlling the robot killer prepared to fire.
“Rogers, get down!” Johnson shouted at her.
X ignored him. Instead she took a split second to mentally activate the enhancements built into her legs and hips. Her internal optic display showed a line for trajectory, terminating in a green square right where the drones’ camera lens was.
X flipped the ball into the air, took her club in both hands, and swung hard.
…and back in the lab.
X blinked. “You’re going to monitor my brain? So, what? You’ll know what I’m thinking?”
The beautiful Asian American scientist rolled her eyes. “Hardly," Tanaka replied. "This is reality, X, not science fiction. I don’t deal in telepathy. The effect will be much like hypnosis.”
She removed a pen light and shone it into X’ eyes as she leaned over. “You will be able to communicate with me, and will know you are dreaming, but within your mind the experience will be quite realistic.”
“What will I see?” X asked.
Tanaka leaned back and replaced the light in her pocket. “If we are successful, that will be decided largely by yourself.”
“Okay, let’s do it.”
The black haired woman nodded and tapped her tablet again. The chair moved back into a more reclining position. The doctor moved off to one side as X waited, staring up at the ceiling. After a moment she returned carrying a syringe.
“This will simulate the effects of a drug like the one that was used on you.” As X watched the needle slid into her arm and Tanaka gradually pressed down on the plunger. Her eyes closed and she slipped into a comforting darkness…
…and then opened her eyes. She was in a different room – an apartment. There was a sliding glass door and one side through which bright warm light was pouring. A light breeze ruffled the curtains. Against the wall was a queen-sized bed. Looking down X found herself still dressed in her cat-suit that she had been wearing in the examination chair.
“What are you seeing?” Tanaka’s disembodied voice asked.
“Tanaka?” X asked. She looked around. “Where are you?”
“Still in the lab, and so are you. What you’re experiencing is a dream being stimulated by the program. What do you see?”
X wandered to the door and stepped out onto the balcony. “It’s an apartment near the beach. High up, maybe the tenth floor. I’m in the bedroom.” She looked around. “I think this is Miami.”
X concentrated. It certainly was familiar. She looked up and down the beach, around at the sky. “Yes,” she said at last. “Spring Break, 2008. I was in college. I remember being in this room.”
“Does it hold special significance?” the doctor inquired.
X smiled. Oh yes, she thought suddenly. It was coming back to her now. This was the room she had shared with her friend Katie. The two of them had joked about how they would save money by getting just the one bedroom, and it might come with extra benefits. Neither of them had intended that anything should actually happen, but one night after a few drinks and a rather disappointing collection of males…
“X?” Tanaka asked again.
“Uh, yes, good memories,” X said quickly. “What happens now?”
“The program is designed to give you an experience that will keep you calm and counteract stress.”
“Like a happy dream?” X said.
“Basically,” the voice of Tanaka answered.
X smiled. This could be interesting. Behind her she heard the inner door to the bedroom open.
Except when she turned it wasn’t Katy she saw. Instead coming through the door, dressed in a sheer sky-blue bikini and carrying a damp towel, was the beautiful Air Force redhead, Major Eisner.
X blinked. Okay, THIS is a twist.
On the ground…
Moments later a young officer stepped up alongside the vehicle and leaned down to the open window next to Adler. “Ladies,” he said in German. “You’re out late.”
As soon as she had pulled over Kirsten had unbuttoned the top of her blouse. Now the tops of the blonde girl’s firm breasts were on display and she let the young man in uniform get a good look at her ample cleavage.
“We’ve been to a party officer. I’m sorry if I was speeding. Do you need to me take a breath test?” She leaned forward slightly, amplifying his view. “I would be happy to blow in the tube if you wish.”
The young man smiled and blushed slightly. “That won’t be necessary miss. Have you or your friend seen anything unusual as you drove tonight?”
“No, I’m sorry,” she said, turning to X. The brunette played along and shook her head. Adler turned back to the policeman. “We were just heading home, as I said.”
She smiled seductively, and her hand crept over to X’s long leg visible under the raincoat. Her fingers ran along the smooth thigh as Adler leaned closer to the window. “Perhaps, you would like to join us?”
…on the water…
The door to the boat cabin opened and the other man came in. He had blood on his shirt, and a knife with more blood in his hand. Kirsten wanted to scream questions at him but kept silent.
“He passed out,” the second man said with a grunt. “What a pussy.”
The man with the pliers put his hand on Kirsten’s shoulder and looked down at her from behind the chair. She kept her eyes on the round portholes in front of her. “I guess that means it is just us and you now, little girl.”
The boat rocked gently in the ocean swell. The man with the knife stained with Paxley’s blood came over, pressing the flat of the blade to Kirsten’s breast and slowly wiping the red stain off on her shirt. Then he held up the steel weapon in front of her, using the point to pull the edge of her shirt out so he could stare down at her cleavage. His friend behind him snickered.
“Nice titties,” the knife man said nonchalantly. “Be a shame to – you know – damage them.”
Kirsten called on her training, letting her natural fear work for her. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she squirmed in the chair. “Oh fuck, don’t cut me please,” she sobbed.
The man smiled and pushed the knife down so she could feel the cold metal against her skin. “Maybe I cut something else, eh?”
The knife tore outwards, shredding the front of Kirsten’s tee-shirt in one forceful motion. She jerked forward and treated her captors to a scream of fear, followed by more weeping as the man behind her ran his hands down over her breasts and cupped them through her bra.
“You feel good,” the Russian behind her said. “Very good.” He squeezed her breasts gently, mockingly.
The knife of the other man moved up under her bra strap and twisted. Kirsten closed her eyes as the undergarment came away in the hands of the man groping her and the cool sea air washed over her nipples.
“Breasts like these are very sensitive they say,” the man with the knife told her. He tapped one of her perky tits with the knife point. Even though he was using the flat of the blade, but she could still feel the point pricking against her skin and shuddered.
“I bet that is true,” the other man said. Putting one hand back on her other breast he lowered the pliers down for her to look at. “Sharp or blunt, which do you think will hurt more?”
…and in the air!
The red-haired Eisner paused for a moment, the reached up and unbuckled her harness. Johnson slid into the seat beside her and the female pilot handed over the control stick. The helicopter dipped and swayed, then levelled as the grey haired man took control.
“You got it?” Ice asked. The man nodded and she pointed to the instrument panel. “Just keep her on this heading and listen traffic control.” Standing up, she followed Tanaka back to the aft section, flipping up the reflecting visor on her helmet.
“Okay what can I HOLY SHIT!”
Kirsten and X were almost fully nude. The only stitch of clothing between them was the shirt that still hung off the brunette’s shoulders but was completely open so that the women’s bodies could press together. As Ice looked the two were sitting facing each other, long legs twined about their waists while X was planting kissed over the curves of Kirsten’s smaller but still beautiful breasts. The American’s hands reached down between the blond girls legs and worked gently but firmly on the pink lips there. Kirsten was returning the favour with her own hand and panting as their bodies moved together, undulating and shivering.
“What the fuck!?” Ice gaped.
Tanaka turned to the female Air Force officer. “X has been dosed with a potent aphrodisiac – it’s interacting with her biology and that’s causing a software malfunction. The only way we can SAVE her is to help her burn through the drug before her systems shut down.”
“Burn through the drug. You mean with sex?!”
X’s moan turned into a wild cry and she grabbed Kirsten and kissed her hard. Her own hand twisted back and forth as she fingered her companions intimate space, and Kirsten clutched at X and stiffened, breaking the kiss and arching her back.
“So that’s a yes,” Ice said with a shocked look on her face.
These are some of the sexiest secret agents you will ever meet.
Pitted against one of the deadliest femme fatales of all time.
Ice tapped her pad and another image came up. This one showed a tall, dark haired women with an attractive but stern appearance. Her dark eyes seemed to bore into X’s own even just as a flat picture.
“This is Tanya Dragunov.”
“Like the Russian sniper rifle?” X asked.
“Very much so,” her superior replied. “Ms Dragunov was a Russian Secret Service Operative, one of the last to have actually served in Soviet KGB before it’s dissolution in 1991.From what we have been able to gather she was being groomed as one of the agencies premier agents, a child prodigy who showed unique aptitudes in covert operations, armed and hand to hand combat, and interrogation.”
X nodded. For a forty-three year old Tanya was pretty impressive looking. Hell, she looked impressive for a thirty three year old!
“Dragunov is a hard-liner,” Sir said. “She was deployed by the Russians against the rebel elements in Chechnya at the turn of the century. She was highly effective, but her…let us say ‘overzealous’ pursuit of objectives attracted unwelcome scrutiny.”
“How overzealous?” X asked.
The image of a destroyed village and mass graves came up on the screen. Ice pointed. “She oversaw and directly participated in the torture and execution of over two hundred and fifty men and women in a small village, and finished by destroying it so that it could not ‘breed more rebels’.”
“Mein Gott,” Kirsten breathed.
A cold-hearted bitch who is as beautiful and sexual as she is ruthless!
“Now,” the Russian said, looking at Jane with obvious relish. “We’re going to have some fun.”
Her hand came down and brushed over the blonde marine captain’s bare midriff, making a delicate pattern around her navel. Jane could only glare at her in the hands of the two men restraining her.
“If you relax, you might even come to enjoy it.”
“Go to hell!” the feisty young officer spat.
The woman’s hand travelled up over her breasts, tracing their full outline. Jane closed her eyes and turned her head away. She had never been treated like this before in her life by a man, let alone by a woman. She felt humiliated and helpless, and angry at her own powerlessness.
Those fingers with their black nail polish suddenly grabbed her face and twisted it around. Jane found herself looking up into that beautiful but merciless face. In spite of all her training she felt a thrill of fear run through her.
“You will give me want I want, little one,” the woman said. “How much you have to suffer for that to happen is….” Her hand let go of Jane’s face and touched her hair, “…entirely up to you.”
Lacking any other means of striking back, the yellow haired marine officer spat boldly in her captor’s face.
The woman closed her eyes and paused. She wiped the spittle from her cheek and her eye and placed her finger into her mouth, sucking it. Jane watched with fascination and disgust.
“Mmmmmm….sweet…” the woman purred. Her hand grabbed Jane’s cheeks again and leaned over her. Her full breasts hung over Jane’s body as she brought her face closer and closer. The marine grunted and struggled but there was no escape.
Full red lips pressed down on hers and Jane tasted the Russian woman’s lipstick. Shifting her grip to Jane’s hair the Russian held her down and proceeded to ravage Jane’s mouth, licking and teasing with passion. Her breasts came to rest on Jane’s own and they struggled together like that, body to body as the brave marine felt mouth owned by the sinister woman atop her.
Finally the Russian broke their kiss and stood up. Jane lay there, looking up at her and panting.
“Good….VERY good,” the woman repeated. She flicked a glance to the men holding her prisoner down. “Tie her.”
Working as a team the men pulled zip ties from their jacket pockets and used the plastic cables to tie Jane down. In the end her tight ass rested on the edge of the surface under her, her crotch open in space while she lay staring up at the ceiling.
Can anyone stop this diabolical she-devil
and her sinister plan?
