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HELL AND BACK
PART 1
Kirsten groaned. Her head hurt, and the rest of her body felt like it had been wrapped in cotton
wool after it had been beaten with bricks. There was a dull droning in her ears that she could not
seem to shake.
“Ice?” she said softly. “Tanaka?”
“I’m here,” the voice of the red-haired air force officer said softly.
Kirsten opened her eyes. They seemed to be having trouble focusing, but she quickly realized it
was also quite dark. She was leaning against a wall of some kind that was vibrating behind her. So
was the floor. Trying to stand up she found her hands had been tied behind her back, and her ankles
had been bound as well.
“What happened?” the blonde German girl asked. She could see Ice across from her. Kirsten’s tall
companion still wearing her officer shirt and skirt and with her arms and legs bound just like hers.
She felt her mind clearing more with the return of sight.
“Where are we?”
“We’re in a cargo plane,” Ice told her grimly. “Somewhere over the Atlantic, I think, from the
length of time we’ve been flying.”
“How long?” Kirsten asked.
“Hours. I think you must have put up more of a struggle. You’ve been asleep for a while.”
That sounded right. Fighting for recollection, the blonde remembered a whining sound in the car
park, and then Ice tumbling forward with a dart in her neck as a van came screeching up.
Kirsten had rolled and drawn her service pistol on instinct. She recalled she heard the roar of
automatic weapons, as whoever was shooting at them fired on the American agents sent to escort
them back to Langley. She had fired at the men in ski masks at the van, but then two darts hit her
at the same time, and everything went black.
The German intelligence agent moved to sit up. Like Ice, she was wearing the same clothes she
had been dressed in at the hospital where X was being treated – a long sleeve blouse, suit pants and
heels. Looking down, she could see the buttons on the blouse had been undone in several places.
She looked over to Ice and saw the same thing on her uniform top.
“They searched us,” Ice said. Her face was stony. “I don’t think they’ve… done anything else yet.”
Kirsten nodded. It didn’t bother her that their captors had seen her naked; she wasn’t ashamed of
her body. And moving her legs and her hips, it didn’t feel like she had been assaulted sexually. The
very fact their kidnappers had seen fit to redress them suggested they were wanted for something
other than their female bodies.
Suddenly she looked around. “Where’s Tanaka?”
Ice turned away. “They took her out just after I woke up. They said they wanted to ask her
questions."
Suddenly from beyond the steel door there was a low cry of pain. The person making was that
sound was definitely female.
Kirsten looked back to the red head. “Do you know if they got X?”
“I hope not, but I don't know for sure,” Ice told her bluntly.
There was another cry of pain, louder and longer.
I hope so too, Kirsten thought to herself. Because right now she seems to be the only hope we have.
The German could only hope that wherever she was, the brunette CIA agent was already tracking
them down.
X smiled as her hand gripped Sand’s throat. She bent the blonde woman back over the table,
watching her eyes bulge as her air was cut off. Dressed in her orange prison jumpsuit Sands’ hands
clawed at X’s wrists, trying to pull them away, but the brown-haired agent had her in a death grip
and wasn’t letting go.
“X.”
Getting both hands to the traitor’s throat, X pushed her back and back, leaning over the desk as
Sand’s body bent hideously. The eyes widened even further, going from desperation to mind-
numbing panic. Sands’ legs kicked uselessly as her spine was bent against the desk edge, the
cartilage in her throat crackled and popped as it was squeezed tight, and then with a final wrench
she twisted her hands and spun Sand’s head around a hundred and eight degrees while her spine
exploded like…
“X!”
Sir’s bark brought X back from her mental reverie. The real Sands was still alive and un-murdered,
smiling at her like they were old High School friends who hadn’t seen each other in years. Two
men in full tactical gear and carrying automatic weapons stood on either side of her, just behind so
they could see everything Sands did.
“Why isn’t she dead?” X asked finally, when she had steadied herself enough to form words.
Sir stepped around from behind his desk, while the guards who had escorted the prisoner in stood
on either side of her. “Former Agent Sands possessed valuable intelligence on Prince Samahl,
which she was persuaded to turn over to us.”
“By persuaded,” Sands said, leaning forward conspiratorially, “he means they tortured me.”
“Good,” X snapped coldly. “Why is she still alive now?” she asked her superior.
Sir spread his hands. “We had reason to believe that Sands could be useful, if and when Samahl
ever re-emerged. She has held been in a secure facility.”
“He means they threw me in a hole…”
“Really don’t fucking care!” X spat at her. Her eyes turned back to the middle-aged man at the
desk. “You knew this bitch was alive all this time and you didn’t tell me.”
It was an accusation, not a question. Sir straightened. “She’s an intelligence asset. It was need-to-
know. Given your history together, it was felt best you didn’t.”
X took a deep breath. “Okay. Fine. But I know now.”
Her pistol cleared its holster so quickly that the guard barely had time to react. Sands blinked as
she stared down the barrel while the men either side of her whipped their automatic weapons up
and levelled at X.
“STOP!” Sir barked, both at the guards and X. Moving forward he held out his hands. “EVERYONE - relax!
X, lower your weapon.”
“You know what she did,” X said. The gun in her hand never wavered. Sands returned her gaze
levelly, but there was a look of apprehension in her eyes. “Not just to me. To her partner at the
hotel. And to Swain.” Her voice cracked slightly at the last word.
“And she has paid for that, Agent. And she will continue to pay, believe me.”
“No, she won’t,” X said. “That’s why she’s here right now. To cut a deal that will get her miserable
skin out of the shithole she deserves to rot in.”
“The thought did occur to me,” Sands said tightly.
X took a step forward, gun pointed right at the blonde’s face. Sands held her breath and the guards
gripped their weapons at the ready.
“Alright, yes,” Sir said. “Sands knows Samahl. She may be able to help us get our people back.
That is my priority right now. It should be yours as well.”
“You should listen,” Sands said. “I’ve seen the photos of your kidnap victims. Three women like
that alone with Samahl? He’ll have a real party, believe me.”
“Like you care,” X said venomously.
“Truthfully, I don’t,” Sands said suddenly. Her eyes staring in X’s went cold, all emotion bleeding
out them. “But I bet you do. So, you know what? Pull the trigger. A bullet in the head would be
better than what I’d be going back to. But you’ll never see your three pretty young friends again,
and every night you’ll go to sleep knowing EXACTLY what he did to them before he killed them.”
X stared back at her, eyes narrowed.
She lowered her weapon. As she holstered it, the two guards slowly lowered theirs too, but kept
them at the ready.
“Okay,” Sir said, smoothing back his thinning hair. “Then let’s talk. Where would he be taking
them?”
“Africa,” X said. She folded her arms. “He as much as told me that, and all the leads we have about
his previous abductions point in that direction.”
Sir nodded. “I agree, but Africa is the third biggest continent on Earth. That’s a lot of places to
hide.”
“Second biggest,” Sands corrected. “But I’m pretty sure I can find him.”
“Good, you can draw us a map,” X said coldly.
Sands smiled. “It’s not that simple.”
“Of course not,” X sneered.
“Samahl has had years since he kidnapped you. And he will have taken into account you might
have captured me alive and forced me to talk. His old hideouts will have been abandoned. But his
network of contacts and the ways that he operates will still be intact.”
“You mean you didn’t give us all of them,” X said. "Nice to know how much we can trust your
intel.”
“I gave up enough to stop the pain,” Sands told her bluntly. “And kept enough back to make sure
I’d be useful if the situation arose. Looks like I was right. Go me.”
“So,” Sir said, “you give us what we need now, and we arrange for you to have more comfortable
accommodations.”
Sands laughed. “Oh no, no, no,” she said. Stepping forward she sat herself down in one of the
chair’s facing Sir’s desk. “You take me with you, and then when you find your three little birds I
walk.”
X walked around next to her, arms still folded. “I could just make you tell me, you know,” she said
glaring down at the woman.
Sands kept her eyes on Sir. “Even if you could, it won’t help you. The information I have isn’t just
names and codes – it’s the knowledge of how Samahl’s people work, how they think. You can’t
get that information effectively by torture and you know it. By the time I gave it up and you had
time to train in using it, your friends would either be broken sex-slaves or in a shallow grave
somewhere.” She narrowed her eyes. “Or maybe in crocodiles?”
Sir and X shared a look. Both of them were thinking of Agent Goode, the woman who had gone
missing weeks earlier. All the signs had indicated she had been fed alive to crocodiles in the Congo.
Sands read the look between then and smiled. “There you go. I guess I do have some value. So, I
go with you, use what I know to help find your people. When it’s done, I walk. Either we shake on
it, or else let’s wheel in the generator and electrodes and get this party started. I’ve got nothing
better to do.”
Sir looked at X. With a deep breath, the female agent stepped around in front of Sands.
“If we get there too late, if you can’t find them, you’ll wish I’d given YOU to a crocodile,” she told
the blonde. “Are we clear?”
“Perfectly,” Sands said. She held out a manacled hand to X.
Scowling, the brunet woman nodded her head to the guards. They stepped forward, grabbing the
smiling woman and leading her out of the office.
"It's not just the women," Sir said, as the door closed. "Tanaka took some very important equipment
with her to get your system rebooted after Dragunov poisoned you."
X grimaced. She could still remember the effects of the drug that the Russian woman Dragunov
had given her to make her libido run out of control. In the end Tanaka, Ice, and Kirsten had been
forced to use alternative means to flush the drug out of her system. Means that had left all three of
them naked and exhausted. But the equipment that the doctor had taken with her, though
ineffective, was still incredibly valuable.
Thinking on that, X suddenly thought of something else that Sand's resurrection had momentarily
distracted her from. "I need to check on something," And without waiting for permission to leave
she turned and walked from the room.
Tanaka’s head snapped sideways as the man’s hand slapped her had across the face. More stars
burst behind her eyes, and she tasted blood on her lips.
“You will tell us how to open the briefcase,” the ebony-skinned man told her in a rich North African
accent. The cabin light gleamed off his shaven smooth head, while muscular body filled out the
black singlet top her wore like it was a second skin. His arms bulged with muscles, and Tanaka
could attest personally to his physical power.
“Now.” the man told her.
Tanaka turned her face slowly towards him. Her arms were pulled above her and tied to a hook on
the roof of the cargo area. Her clothes were in disarray, and her long black hair fell across her face
as it throbbed with pain. The scientist stared back at him coldly. “You’ve been saying that for the
last half hour, but here we still are.”
His hand flashed out again, and again her cheek felt like was exploding. Tanaka noted how he
seemed to know just how hard to hit her to cause intense pain without leaving her so stunned that
she was unable to answer. Efficient, and definitely the result of long practice. She had to admire
his skill.
The man pointed to the briefcase Tanaka had been carrying when they abducted her. Two more
African men dressed in jungle fatigues stood near it. “The code, woman” he told her. “I grow tired
of playing with you.”
Tanaka took a moment to steady herself and stand up a bit straighter. “First, we both know that
you’re not going to kill me because I’m the only one that can open that case without it blowing up
and destroying what’s inside…”
The man’s hand flashed out again, and the slap echoed in the small space. Tanaka blinked in pain,
then shook the black hair back from her face and forced herself to keep speaking.
“…not to mention whoever is holding it and a good amount of this plane. So, you’re not going to
kill me.”
The mercenary stepped in close and put his large hand around her throat. Tanaka felt her head
forced up to look into his angry eyes.
“You think you are clever because you are a scientist,” he said in his baritone voice. His accent
was from somewhere on the west coast of Africa, Tananka was sure. “But I do not have to kill you,
woman.”
His hand reached up and cupped her breast under the shirt. The Asian woman instinctively
stiffened, then gave a little gasp as his hand began to squeeze the soft flesh tighter and tighter.
“There are things I can do to you that will make death feel like a welcome release.” His hand closed
hard, and the pretty female doctor groaned. “Will make you beg for more to tell me, just to get me
to stop.”
Tanaka felt her boob being squashed, the cloth of her blouse grating against the smooth flesh as it
was brutally compressed. Considering the relative resistance of the flesh and fatty tissue involved,
the man must have quite a grip. She tried to do the math as she felt her tit being crushed down
around a single point; the pain went from throbbing to something that seemed to be dragging her
whole world down into her chest and grinding it to pulp.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNN!”
“Yes, you will tell me,” the black man said in a low purr. His hand let go of her throat and seized
her other tit. The squeezing began as his massive arms bulged. A tear formed in Tanaka’s dark eyes
as the pain hammered at her. “Or else I will tear these excellent breasts off your body with my bare
hands.”
He jerked his hands sideways, pulling her tits with them. Feeling her breasts dragged in opposite
directions made the tall Japanese American woman cry out in pain. The black man pushed them
back together, then pulled them quickly apart, hard and savage.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! One minute thirty seconds!” Tanaka yelled.
The man stepped closer to her. “What is that. The code?!” His hands twisted the breasts slowly.
“AAAAAAAHHHHH! One minute thirty seconds… after you tear off my breasts…. ‘til I fall
unconscious from blood loss… NNNNNNNNN… if the shock doesn’t kill me straight away...
AAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
The man glared at her, studying the pain on her face. Finally he opened his hands and pushed her
away. Tanaka staggered back as far as the ropes on her wrists would allow. She hung there, gulping
down air.
“You are proud,” the man said. “And strong. I respect this.” He turned to one of the other men who
was watching. “Bring me one of the white women.”
“The red haired one?” the man asked.
“No. The other – the small blonde.”
The man moved to the door and opened it, then moved out. Tanaka heard another hatch opening,
and Ice’s voice speaking. Suddenly it rose in pitch. “Hey, where are you taking her?!”
There was a slap and the sound of what seemed like a body hitting a wall, and then the other door
was closed. More thumps came from the other part of the plane, and Tanaka could picture the feisty
air force officer kicking the wall.
The man the mercenary leader had sent came back in, half carrying and half dragging Kirsten. Her
feet were bound together, and her arms tied behind her back, so that as he let go of her she fell
heavily to floor and lay there on her side.
“You are prepared to endure great pain,” the man in charge told Tanaka. “I can see this. But perhaps
you are not as willing to see another suffer?”
Tanaka didn’t look at Kirsten. She knew the German agent would not want her to talk, and she
knew that if she did their lives would be that much shorter. She also knew that she had to distance
herself emotionally from what was about to happen. If she looked at Kirsten, if she thought about
her as a friend, it would be more difficult to remain silent.
“There is nothing you can do to any of that will make me tell you how to open that case,” she told
the man levelly.
Reaching around behind him, he pulled out a switch blade knife. With a click the blade snapped
open, six inches of gleaming, razor sharp steel.
“You are a scientist. You will understand if I demand proof.”
X stood in Tanaka’s lab, looking at the chair where she had recently undergone her programming
review with the beautiful doctor. Her mind flashed to an even more recent memory; Tanaka’s face
framed by that long dark hair as the woman moved against her, naked body to naked body and with
Ice and Kirsten there, kissing her, touching her all over. Doing whatever it took to save her life.
And then Sands was there, grinning like a demon from hell as she pressed the red-hot iron to X’s
side, making her scream as Samahl pushed his cock inside her and pumped her heaving body.
Abruptly her hand lashed out. It knocked a tray of no doubt expensive instruments into a clattering
heap on the floor. X took a breath, planting her hands against the tabletop. A couple of days ago
her grip could have broken off a piece of the table like it was make of ply wood, but now all it did
was hurt her hand.
You took my strength from me, you son of a bitch. And then you took my friends. Tanaka, Kirsten.-
Ice. The red-haired woman’s face swam in her memory, smiling like an angel. Beautiful, smart,
fearless.
Oh Ice. What is he doing to you?! X felt a scream welling up in her throat, threatening to choke
her.
Finally she stepped away and walked out of the lab. Her stride took her down the hall, past the
security check points, and finally down the bare cells that served as interrogation rooms. Flashing
her ID to the guard on duty she keyed in a code to open the door and went inside.
The room’s sole occupant stared at her from behind a chair. Cameron Paxely blinked, pushing his
unkempt blonde hair back from his face. He didn’t look like he had slept in quite a while – standard
softening up procedure.
“Hey,” the computer programmer said. “Have you heard anything about Kirsten? They won’t…”
“Shut up,” she snapped. Walking over she leaned over the table, eyeing his coldly. She could
remember the feel of him inside her on the helicopter when he helped save her life. Ignoring that
she kept her face stony. “I talk, you listen.”
He swallowed. “Okay.”
“You helped Samahl. He is an enemy of the United States. That means you can be charged with
treason, which is punishable by death.”
Paxely’s face turned pale. “He… what? No, he threatened Kirsten. He said…”
X held up a hand to cut him off. “Maybe you’re telling the truth. There are people here who can
find that out. They have skills, and drugs, and sharp instruments.”
Paxely’s eyes grew wide. “I’m not a traitor. You know I’m not.”
“I don’t know SHIT Paxely!” she barked. Her hands slammed down on the table. “You helped
Samahl! Now he has Kirsten. Was that part of the deal? Do you get her after?”
The man’s face flushed red. “NO!” he yelled. “I… I just wanted her safe.”
“Do you think she’s safe?” she asked with a sneer. “Do you want me to tell you what he’s going to
do to her, Paxely. What he’s probably doing right now? Maybe that would excite you!
The blond man looked at her horrified. “NO!”
“You sold her to him didn’t you!?” X snarled. “You wanted to save your miserable skin so you let
him have her so he could use her. So he could RAPE HER!”
Paxely lunged at her, reaching across the table.
X was faster. She stepped back and seized his neck, twisting him with leverage and slamming his
head down hard into the desk. She pinned him there, grinding his cheek against the unyielding
surface as she jammed her pistol against his temple.
“GET OFF ME!”
“Say it!” X screamed at him. She twisted the gun against the side of his head as she fingered the
trigger. “You let him take her.”
“No!”
“Yes you did! Because you’re weak! YOU LET HIM! SAY IT!”
“YES!” The word was half sob, half howl. “I… I didn’t know how to… I couldn’t stop him! I
couldn’t and I wanted to keep her safe and I COULDN’T!”
X stared down at him, feeling his words soak into her. Suddenly all the rage she had been pushing
onto Paxely seemed hollow. Hollow and hypocritical.
She let go of him, stepping back with her gun by her side as he lay there crying. X kept stumbling
backwards until the wall caught her and she could just lean there, trying to breathe. In her head,
she was back in the chair, doing whatever Samahl said. Obeying him, pleasuring him. Once again
completely and utterly helpless as he used her.
I let him. I let him take you, Ice. I let him take you and there was nothing I could do!
Tears welled up in her eyes. She squeezed them tight, wiping them away with an angry hand. Tears
wouldn’t get her friends back. Taking another breath, she holstered her weapon and stood up
straight.
Paxely looked up as her hand pressed to his shoulder.
“Do you think you can undo what you… what Samahl made you do to me?” she asked.
Blinking the tall man slipped back down into his seat. He stared for a moment. “No,” he answered
at last. “There was software, like nothing I had seen.”
So… weak it is, X thought bitterly, looking at her own hands. But fuck that. I was an agent before
I was the bionic woman.
“You used the program,” she said. “You remember it?”
Again, Paxely shook his head.
“No, no it’s way too sophisticated. But,” he paused. “But I could use it again, I think. If I had to.”He
wiped his face and looked at her. “I could undo it. What he did to you.”
X looked at the man, studying him with her training. He was raw, and she was pretty sure he was
half lying about his ability to use the program, which meant he had another reason for wanting to
help her. The gorgeous brunette was also pretty sure she knew what it was and could relate.
And he had shown he had guts, getting Kirsten out of trouble once before. Smart too, or he would
never have tracked us down.
But she was going into one of the most dangerous places on Earth with a woman who was at best
a murdering traitor and at worst a sociopath. The only thing Paxely would achieve in that situation
was to get killed.
“I’ll get her back, Paxely,” she told him gently, laying her hand on his shoulder. “I’ll get all of them
back.”
He stared up at her with a broken expression on his face. Remembering the pain she had just caused
him because of her own anger, X could not bring herself to say more. She turned and left the room.
The best apology she could give the programmer now was to make good on her word.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!”
Kirsten felt the man’s grip on her breasts like they were being squeezed in a vice. They had stripped
her shirt down around her bound wrists and he had used his switchblade to cut off her bra; now she
hung between two of the mercenaries, one holding each of her arms between shoulder and elbow.
The bald black man, their leader, smiled as he used those strong dark fingers to dig into the flesh
of her tits and twist them in opposite directions. With her wrists tied behind her and her ankles
bound together Kirsten could only hang there with her toes a few inches above the floor, feeling
the soft orbs of her chest being crushed and stretched at the same time. The buds of her nipples
throbbed powerfully as he kept hurting her and the men watched her tits being abused with the
smiles on their faces.
“Such wonderful breasts,” he told her gently. His thumb dug in harder, and Kirsten gave a panting
groan. He flicked his eyes over to Tanaka watching, and then back to her. “ Different from hers,
but just as impressive. Many men have complimented you on them, I am sure.”
The fingers pressed in harder, increasing the pain. “Hmmmm? Yes?”
She didn’t answer, and he twisted them back in the other direction. The blonde girl panted, fighting
the desire to scream.
The leader looked over at Tanaka where she hung watching the display. “You remember how this
feels, yes? Shall I continue? Maybe my men should let her go and we see how long these lovely
breasts will hold her weight?”
Kirsten panted quickly. Tanaka looked at him with a cold anger in her dark eyes. “I already told
you. The case isn’t opening.”
The man smiled and nodded. “I see. You prefer that she suffers.” He looked back at Kirsten. “I
understand the sentiment completely.”
“Do not tell this pig anything, Tanaka,” Kirsten growled tightly. In the background over the hum
of the plane’s engines she could still hear Ice banging against the walls of the cabin where they had
left her.
“Perhaps we need to go further to convince your lovely companion,” the merc said. One of his
hands slipped from her breasts and went down to the spot between her legs. Kirsten stiffened but
there was nothing she could do.
“Ah, you do not like that, eh? You should ask the doctor to tell me what I want to know.” His hand
pushed between her thighs and cupped the mound of her sex, applying pressure.
Kirsten felt him still squeezing her tit and imagined what his hands could do to the tenderness of
her pussy. She was still recovering from what Tanya Dragunov’s two thugs had done to her while
they held her captive. Her blood chilled in her veins.
Then she spat in his face.
“Fick dich selbst!” she snarled at him furiously.
The man didn’t bother to wipe the spittle from his face, but his expression grew colder. The hand
between her legs moved up to the top of her pants, then ripped them open with a single powerful
jerk. Kirsten strained in the men’s grip. The hand went down, found her panties, slipped inside. His
pink palm travelled over the mound of her pussy and one of his fingers pushed inside her slit as she
panted.
“Ah, such a prize,” he whispered. “What is inside here?”
His finger shoved up into her dry sex, just like the Russian pigs had, and she had to grit her teeth
against the pain of it. Muscles bulged along his black arm as he worked his way in, squeezing the
outside of her pussy while his invading digit wiggled and scratched its way up inside her.
“So tight and warm,” he smiled. “Let us widen you.”
“Stop!” Tanaka said.
He ignored her. Another finger began to go inside Kirsten. The men holding her watched and she
could feel the heat of their excitement as she hung between them. Twisting her head away she bit
her lip, and then his second finger found her clitoral bud and with brutal force.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
“Goddamn you!” Ice’s voice came faint but furious through the walls between them. “Leave her
alone!”
“Perhaps you want something else besides fingers inside you,” the African said. His wrist moved,
rubbing hard in a way designed to bring pain and not pleasure. He succeeded, and his fingers kept
twisting inside her vagina as well. He slipped them in and out, and then pressed the tips of both of
them against her clit again and bore down hard.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHH!”
“So very tight. You need something big to help stretch you.”
Behind her closed eyes Kirsten felt his hand leave her aching, throbbing breast and heard him
opening the buckle of his belt. The men laughed. Ice was screaming and seemed to be throwing
herself against the cabin wall. Kirsten whimpered, but in her head she was calm.
That’s it pig. You’ll have to untie my feet to rape me. Three of them and only one of her with her
hands literally tied behind her back, but maybe if she could surprise them and get to the knife she
had seen in his belt…
“Two seven four six three,” Tanaka said loudly.
The man stopped. Kirsten opened her eyes and joined the men in looking at the Asian doctor. “Two
seven four six three,” Tanaka said again. “That’s the code.”
The man narrowed his eyes as he smiled. Then he looked back to Kirsten. Slipping his hand from
her pants he held it up to his nose and sniffed. “We shall continue later,” he whispered.
The other men laughed. Kirsten looked at him in disgust.
Pulling his belt on again he walked over to the case. Kirsten watched, and glanced over at Tanaka.
She stared back without expression.
Suddenly the black man paused. “How do I know this is the real code?” the asked the bound doctor.
Tanaka lifted her head a little. “You don’t,” she told him. “Key it in. Let’s find out.”
His face turned angry. Putting down the briefcase he walked over to Tanaka and grabbed her face.
“You think you can play with me, woman? Maybe I play with your little friend now while you
watch!”
Tanaka smiled coldly. “Go ahead. Rape her, rape me. Two seven four six three. Those are the only
numbers I’m ever giving you. Now open the case and find out if we all go boom, or are you just
too chicken shit?”
From where she hung Kirsten saw the man’s eyes grew wide with fury and he drew back his fist to
strike her, but the plane’s intercom beeped suddenly.
“Captain,” A man’s voice said. The accent this time was more like Dutch. “Lion wants to talk to
you.”
The African in charge, a captain apparently, let go of Tanaka and walked over to the radio panel.
Picking up a hand microphone he thumbed the send button. “This is Shadow.”
“Captain,” a man’s voice said. It was cultured, Persian with an Oxford background. “Change of
plans. We will need your cargo delivered as soon as possible to the den. And captain. I want them
delivered intact. No playing with your food before meal-time.”
The man code named Shadow looked back at Tanaka with anger and frustration. “Sir,” he said into
the mic, “if you tell me what information you want, I am sure I can secure its release.”
“No, Captain,” the other man said firmly. “This will require a more… sophisticated approach. You
will have your chance for amusement later, rest assured. But for now, the cargo is off limits.”
Tanaka smiled, and the mic trembled in Shadow’s hand.
“Is that clear, Captain?” the one called Lion asked after a pause of few seconds.
“Very clear sir. Shadow out.”
The huge black fist closed around the mic, splintering the plastic casing and leaving it a ruined
mass of wires and components.
“Take her back with the other one,” Shadow told the two men. He pulled Kirsten’s shirt back up
over her shoulders. “Until later,” he told her as she was dragged out.
“I guess we won’t be finding out if that’s the right code after all,” Tanaka said to him.
Shadow turned back to her and smiled coldly. The look in his eyes sent another shiver up Tanaka’s
spine.
“Laugh now, woman. Where you are going, you will soon wish that this plane had exploded over
the ocean.”
EIGHTEEN MORE CHAPTERS OF SEDUCTIVE SPYGIRL SEX AND SUFFERING!
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