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Los Angeles,

October, 1982

Diana Prince aka: Wonder Woman observed the female spy and her male KGB contact meeting up on the park bench from where she sat inside a coffee shop by the window. A spell of melancholy rainfall that had drifted from New Mexico was pattering the coffee shop window lightly. If it was still raining later tonight, she could lay down on her apartment floor by her living room window and lovingly watch the raindrops glisten on the window glass in the dark nightime quiet. This was just one of her favourite things in Mans World; listening as the raindrops dribbled down the glass, orange streetlamp light caught within raindrops. A simple pleasure.

The female spy Diana was watching was intending to sell the Silicon Valley microchip company's new design and sample microchip she'd stolen to the KGB. Diana had followed her investigative instincts and tracked the KGB agent buying the items, named Timur, down here in sunny Los Angeles. All the other CIA agents were following different leads, while Diana aka: Wonder Woman went her own path solo to catch the spies. Diana sipped at her coffee with her glistening lipglossed lips, studying both the female spy and her male companion in a suit. The woman looked very familiar to Diana, as did the man standing beside her, holding a large umbrella to protect her from minute summer rainfall spatters. The woman was dressed in a voluptuous figure hugging black designer raincoat, she had on small frame designer sunglasses, her long red hair tied immaculately with laqured chopsticks, sheer black silk stockings and very nice shoes. Both of the spies seemed to exude a regal air, Diana felt. The woman was laying down terms for the exchange to the KGB heavy Timur and a deal was agreed upon. Diana's heart picked up after she saw the woman reach into her coat to bring out a brown manilla envelope probably containing the blueprints and then a palm-sized plastic container. Diana knew in her gut that inside the container was the tiny microchip sample. Time to call for backup, she thought. She left the waitress a big tip for her prepaid coffee then called it in at the coffee shop's payphone. As she heard the connection ringing, Diana smiled to herself, knowing that by the time Steve Trevor had sent a group of CIA agents to catch Timur, Wonder Woman would've already have all three bound up together ready for pickup! Diana Prince giggled, smiling to herself giddily. Keeping a watch on the spies, she explained the situation to Steve and asked him to hurry quickly while he asked Diana to be careful.

Diana saw Timur handing the woman a briefcase, containing payment for the plans and microchip. The woman opened the briefcase, examined the cash inside, smiled and nodded. Handing the plans and sample microchip to Timur, who put them inside a diplomatic pouch. Their deal was completed, Diana realised. All three of them rose up and walked towards an alley where their parked cars were. " Steve, I have to go, bye." Diana said, hanging up, barely registering Steve's insistent pleas for her to stay in the coffee shop. Diana Prince went outside, quickening her pursuit of the three spies fifteen feet away now. Diana stopped for a moment to let a mother walking her beautiful baby laden pram go past, she smiled to them both. All her concerns were forgotten for a moment, just seeing the mother and child together. Great Hera, there is such beauty always to be seen, she thought...Diana pursued the spies inside the alleyway, finding them waiting for her! Had they heard her quietly approach? Timur stood by his cheap Chevy Cavalier, holding his Makarov pistol on Diana, while the man and woman stood by their dark windowed BMW 3 Series.

" We meet again...Diana Prince." The female spy purred slyly. Diana sighed, realising who the woman and her companion were: Elizabetha Malpez Valentina and Sebastian Maximillian Verlaine...Almost twenty five years of linear, human time since she'd last met them and they were both still physically beautiful. Here they were out in the day, using sunscreen, dark clothing and an umbrella as sunlight protection. Diana's eyes blinked behind her sunglasses, remembering in a flood of emotion those long nights of pleasure...Elizabetha playfully drew down her sunglasses slightly and winked. Diana heard the softest of female, Russian accented voices within her mind from out of nowhere: " I've misssed you, sweet Princess Diana of Themyscira...No need to frown with concern; I'm linking with your mind and thoughts. We've kept your secret...Yes...Oh, you have such a beautiful surprised smile!" Diana felt a little dizzy...smiling to herself...Thinking: It's been a while, yes. And it had been barely a week since Diana's last telepathic conversation with her Paradise Island family. Elizabetha's telepathic voice hummed pleasurably before resuming communication: " Why don't you duck out of sight for a moment behind that alleyway corner. Then you can transform into your true self, without this human cottoning on." Diana felt slightly overloaded, suddenly hearing Sebastian's telepathic voice talking to Elizabetha:" Elizabetha, can we go before the American agents turn up?" Elizabetha glanced disaprovingly to Sebastian : " We'll go in a moment, but not alone!" Her thoughts whispered. Diana ducked behind a brick wall corner and swiftly twirled around, transforming into Wonder Woman. Within seconds, Wonder Woman unhooked her golden lasso and jumped fifty feet into the air, landing to face a surprised Timur aiming his puny Makarov at her. Timur shot twice, finding no target as Wonder Woman easily deflected the rounds to ricochet safely into brickwork. She disarmed him, crushing the Makarov's barrel in one left hand! Timur frowned, gulping. WW tossed the ruined gun to one side. She lassoed him, hypnotising Timur into passivity.

One KGB spy, ready for pickup, Wonder Woman thought. Now for - too late to move as the vampire's ensnared her! Sebastian held her from behind, clutching her arms tightly while Elizabetha came at her, looking lovingly into Wonder Woman's face. Wonder Woman saw the heavy rubber black beauty gas mask that Elizabetha was bringing closer to WW's face, it had a five inch long chrome metal pressurised gas tube attached to it. What's in that tube? Wonder Woman thought, letting out an involuntary, instinctive fearful gasp as Elizabetha forced the black shape of the cold rubber mask onto WW's face. Wonder Woman's bright blue eyes stared out over the black beauty gas mask. Elizabetha smiled and pressed the gas release button on the gas mask - Wonder Woman felt a pressurised cold Chloroform vapour spray over her captured lower face. Wonder Woman instantly coughed, recognising the all too familiar stinging Chloroform scent! She screamed in alarm, voice distorted by the gas mask: " Nooo! No!" Her thoughts panicked: No,nononothiscan'tbehappeningpleasedon'tknockmeout...

" Ssshhh..it's alright.." Elizabetha hushed Wonder Woman, keeping the Chloroform vapours flowing. WW coughed on the heavy but softer than usual Chloroform mixture she could smell flooding the airtight mask..No..air..can't breathe..it's...Chlor...chl..chloo..r..o..ffommmm...Mind disconnecting in fleeing horror from her conscious brain as only Chloroform could make you feel...Pins and needles on her face now, throat dry, tounge numb, hands shaking with tremors, neck muscles loosening, ears screeching with static, vision wet and blurry...Why..can't..I breathe?, Wonder Woman wondered and felt Elizabetha's and Sebastian's hands clutching at her...Whispering fingers travelling down the back of her unitard and goose her ass cheeks...Wonder Woman barely felt herself frown at the touch on her flesh. Heart now struggling to beat faster with her bodily arousal. A cold, shivering delicious current rushed down her spine and she gasped...Then had to inhale more hissing Chloroform vapour...Elizabetha stopped the Chloroform gas vapours flowing, releasing her thumb...From behind her, a man's hot breath tickling at her neck, Wonder Woman felt Sebastian's hungry eyes staring to her neck...Felt him becoming hard against her right ass cheek...Diana gasped, feeling him there...Wetness growing between Wonder Woman's legs even as each leg was going numb...An horrific coughing sound coming from somewhere...WW's mind desperate to tell her that she was the one coughing. Panting for air now in an central nervous system response...desperate for air. Lungs and shoulders feeling like they're on fire...Someone holding her body upright now...A voice within her mind, inside her vibrating screeching echo chamber of a skull: " Ssshhh, don't be afraid. It's specially made Chloroform, do you like it? Sleep, sleep." Wonder Woman's glazed, drugged, reddened eyes stared out at Elizabetha's vulpine smile revealing her glistening teeth...Each white tooth curving slightly to a jagged very sharp tip point...Seeing past the veil: the pale flesh, the deadly sharp fingernails and dark colour changing predatory eyes watching Wonder Woman's last bewildered gasp for air: " Mmmmmmff..." Feeling herself falling beneath the welcome warm ocean waves into airless, bound, suffocating darkness...

Elizabetha waited a few more seconds before removing the black beauty gas mask from WW's open mouthed beautiful face. Satisfied that WW was unconscious from her low heartbeat and loud snoring! In a blur of motion, they each took the sleeping Wonder Woman inside their BMW, laying her gently over the cool back seats. The suitcase resting beside her. Sebastian retreived the hypnotising golden lasso from Timur and shook him awake. Timor might be caught by the CIA agents who would arrive any moment, while Sebastian and Elizabetha would make a clean getaway. Timur would be released without questioning, since he had diplomatic immunity. Elizabetha drove them both away, unable to resist angling the rearview mirror seeing through her own invisible reflection to their sleeping, drooling and snoring captive there on the back seats. Peeking into WW's very troubled Chloroform dreams of colourful, airless confinement, Elizabetha exhaled in excitement. It suddenly started raining hard so Elizabetha switched on the windshield wipers. They groaned, moving back and forth on the dark glass...Not long until they'd get back to the mansion.

In the pouring rain a few minutes later, Steve Trevor and three other CIA agents arrived at the kidnap scene in the alleyway. They'd caught Timor, but couldn't hold him because of his diplomatic immunity. Steve kicked a drenched metal soda can at a brick wall - he was more worried about Diana's whereabouts. Getting soaked by the rain dripping off him, Steve Trevor grew anxious. What had happened to Diana? Was she okay? Timor said that Wonder Woman had shown up, as evidenced by the twisted Makarov pistol found in a rain puddle. Steve wondered if Diana had accompanied Wonder Woman somewhere to catch the spies. If that was the case, then he could relax since Diana was safe with Wonder Woman protecting her. The stormclouds high above grumbled with thunder.

Coming out of her Chloroforming with loud gasping breaths for air through a silk cloth gag, Wonder Woman's swimming eyes slowly opened. Seeing only dark cotton material strands, tiny slivers of room light beneath her black cotton blindfold...Feeling as though she'd been sleeping soundly for hours. Inhaling nasal traces of that awful Chloroform anesthetic again in both nostrils. Oh no...What had happened, she thought. Where am I? Then remembered her Chloroforming and abduction...She didn't give in to her panic and fear, having been through similiar kidnappings in the past. And now someone had gagged and blindfolded her, where WW couldn't move from her laying down position on cushions in this room. Wonder Woman felt her legs and arms wrapped securely but comfortably with what she guessed was Japanese bondage rope. Her captors had removed her belt, unitard, boots, but still had her undearwear on, she was dressed in what probably felt like a kimono...Wonder Woman laughed through her cotton gag at her situation:" Whtttheheksgoinon?" her distorted voice grumbled. A wave of dizziness from the Chloroform still in her system swept over her and she passed out into swirling blackness for goodness knows how long...Woken again this time by rumblings of thunder, sounds of heavy rainfall from outside.

" Ah, you're awake." Elizabetha's voice said right in front of her, making Diana gasp. " You were sleeping for so long I was worried if you would ever wake up."

Wonder Woman dizzily sat up even as her skull throbbed with a dull Chloro headache, she turned her head to Elizabetha's voice in the blindfolded dark. She could hear Elizabetha's subtle breathing and also sensed a man's presence that had to be Sebastian. Diana could smell Chloroform in her own sweat, mixed in with the room's jasmine essence, wood surfaces nearby and warm flesh...

" Just relax, that's it. Allow me to take off your gag..." Elizabetha's voice said, exhaling as she got close. Diana felt air breeze against her face as cool feminine digits, wrapped in what smelt like latex material, touched against her mouth...Untying then pulling away the wet with drool cotton gag. Diana thankfully breathed freely now. Thank you, Great Hera, for this fresh sweet air..." There. Isn't that better?...You'll be staying with us for a while. Isn't that nice? The Chloroform..." Elizabetha stopped for a moment, savouring her sexual thrill of the word..." - has dehydrated you. Would you like some water?"

" Please." Diana asked, realising her throat was very dry. Knowing it'd take a full day for the acrid Chloroform smell to completely leave her body.

Hands moving to her face...A pliably soft, tiny plastic hollow circle pressing between her lips...It was a straw, she realised. Diana's soft lips opened, then closed over the soft plastic, sucking in automatically. Cool fresh water flowed through the straw, washing away the horrid Chloroform taste from her mouth. Diana hoped the water wasn't drugged as she continued sucking up water..." That's it...Good..." Elizabetha's voice said, keeping the straw there until it was sucking loud air. Diana thanked them for the delicious water, giving her lips a discreet lick with the tip of her tounge...Diana heard Elizabetha's and Sebastian's soft bare feet moving around the room before they sat back down beside her on the cushions.

" Are you hungry, Diana? Would you like some sushi?" Elizabetha asked.

Diana's stomach still felt a little loose from the Chloroform anesthesia, but her appetite was returning. She could smell fresh sushi, probably on a plate on Elizabetha's lap. " Please, yes. I'd love some."...Diana could've sworn she could make out a sound of rustling paper napkins...Then two ceramic objects clicking together...Ah, chopsticks, they were chopsticks, Diana immediately realised.

" Open wide..."

Diana opened her mouth, receiving by clean chopsticks a delectible tuna avacado sushi roll. Diana chewed hungrily, sucking in each morsel. Elizabetha obviously enjoyed watching Diana's wet lips eating the sushi, breathing nasally. Elizabetha fed her another sushi roll. Diana pictured herself blindfolded, eating the food that Elizabetha was providing; her lips sucking on the tasty rolled fish skin and avacado. She'd eaten three sushi rolls now and felt Sebastian's physical presence press the plastic straw to Diana's lips. Diana sucked in gulpfulls of water, washing down her food. Elizabetha's latex clad fingers felt at her brow, carefully untying Diana's blindfold. "Ouch!" Diana winced at the sudden warm beige light hitting her eyes. Her beautiful bright blue eyes adjusted to the light. There was Elizabetha's smiling face greeting her.

" Hi there," Elizabetha said and stroked her right latex clad hand at Diana's left brow and cheek. Diana nodded to herself, she'd been right: Elizabetha was wearing long black skintight latex opera gloves. Diana noticed that Japanese paper screens adorned the bedroom. " How are you now?"

" Better now, thank you." Diana said, " My arms feel a little numb from these ropes, can you untie me?"

" Not just yet," Sebastian's softly muffled voice told her. Diana turned sullenly to face him with disapointed eyes, seeing the blue thin surgeon's mask he wore. " But we will release you unharmed soon." Sebastian assured Diana. Okay...Diana thought, feeling strangely safe in their presence. He and Elizabetha were wearing silk kimonos, she noticed. Elizabetha's red hair tied in a new, sexier style with laqured chopsticks.

Diana had tons of questions to ask them both...Her first question: " How did you become what you are?"

Crackling thunderclaps heard from outside, gusting wind and rainfall. Eizabetha's and Sebastian's gazes locked together. Elizabetha Malpez Valentina's lips quietly forming the words of explanation without turning Diana's way. " We were each left with broken hearts out in the open..." Sebastian smiled and took Elizabetha's hand in his, giving her courage to continue explaining. " One day we simply each woke up as we are now...I found Sebastian some time later. And here we are...Do you think us monstrous?"

Diana shut her eyes for a second, for some inexplicable reason picturing a candle flame being snuffed out in a darkened room...Leaving only grey smoke...Diana's own heart warmed with compassion for them, tears welling up. " No. I don't believe in monsters, although a few people I've met would consider themselves such." Diana surprised Elizabetha by kissing her lips. " You are beautiful." Diana gasped between kisses. Sebastian took down his surgical mask, hugging Diana from behind, completing their triangle. Diana felt Sebastian nibbling, kissing her earlobe! OhmyGod, thatfeelssonice! Diana thought, tasting Elizabetha's lips, running her tounge over Elizabetha's smiling teeth. Ohhh! Sebastian carefully blew softly inside Diana's sensitive left ear, sending in breathy sonic booms. Sebastian began kissing at Diana's neck...two inches from her cartroid artery. Diana sensed alarm, her heart thumped loudly, " What're y-"...Felt the male vampire's teeth digging into her neck with a jolt of stinging pain!

" Oh no..." Diana sighed and winced...She felt breathless, but the pain was gone now. Replaced by a strange erotic tingling that moved from her neck throughout her entire body...Sebastian continued drinking Diana's blood a moment more then stopped. His saliva sealing the bite marks...Such a strange sensation, Diana thought and smiled...She fainted against his body. He and Elizabetha laid Diana on the cushions, facing up, marvelling at her serene smile. After they got naked and untied and undressed Diana's unconscious body, Elizabetha looked at her lover, keeping her thoughts quiet. She took his surgeon's mask for a second, secretly dabbing at the thin cotton mask with a tiny Chloroform bottle...Elizabetha hid the Chloro bottle again under a cushion and returned the surgeon's mask to Sebastian. Elizabetha got even wetter as she helped him tie it back over his face. Sebastian immediately smelt the Chloroform as his lover held the mask in place. " I love you, my mistress." Sebastian's thoughts told her. Already dizzy from the special Chloroform mixture, he grumbled beneath the mask: " Mmmmf...Mm...m...." Sebastian fought the dizzyness, shaking his head. Elizabetha held him steady...A few seconds later, Sebastian began panting breathlessly for fresh air, breathing in more of the Chloroform droplet fumes...Dizzy, their bedroom spinning.

" Ssshh. Sleep...sleep..." Watching as Sebastian slowly passed out. His eyes closing. His fingers twitching, snoring, unconscious. Elizabetha softly laid his head against her warm, sweaty breasts, she took off his surgical mask and kissed his open mouth. Elizabetha turned his unconscious body over and spanked his big butt with her favourite red ping pong paddle! Elizabetha giggled excitedly then spanked Diana's supple bottom cheeks with the paddle. Both of them were unconscious, perfect sleepy puppets. Elizabetha cradle carried Diana's sleeping body, then Sebastian's to the huge silken bed. Keeping Diana unconscious with a purple silk handkerchief soaked in Chloroform when Diana tried to wake up again and again. Kissing, sucking, lovemaking and frigging Diana to sleepy orgasm after orgasm...

Three days later, they left a Chloroformed unconscious Diana Prince back at her apartment. Diana woke up an hour later, very dizzy, her head pounding, dehydrated but feeling good. After getting herself together, she checked her answer machine. Finding tons of worried messages for her from Steve Trevor. She called him back and said she was okay, and that she'd been visiting some old friends.

The End.

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Amelia sighed as she pushed the key into the lock of her own door. Earlier, she had told the agency what happened in the street, and how she woke up in nothing but her panties. It hadn’t done much for her reputation, but the agency knew just how well they had trained Maggie, and how any other agent in her position would have been subdued just as easily.

She rubbed her sore neck, and she tossed her purse to the side. She had ditched the police vest but she still had on the tight skirt, the stockings and the white blouse. Kicking of her shoes by the front door, she clambered up the stairs and went into her bedroom, quickly pulling off her blouse and tossing it into her hamper.

“Hello Amelia” Said a smooth voice from behind her.

She whirled around to face the woman who was sitting in her chair with her legs crossed.

“Maggie?” She said, glaring at the buxom beauty before her.

Maggie Taylor, the spy for hire who had used to be her lover, and who had more recently drugged and robbed Amelia, uncrossed her legs. She tried to sit up.

“Amelia, let me explain-” She began, pushing herself up from the chair.

“No, not another word out of you!” She cried, reaching for a drawer by her bedside.

Pulling the drawer open with one swift move, she reached in and pulled out a small pistol, pivoting back to face Maggie who had managed to stand up before pressing the trigger and releasing a small whoosh of air followed a hypodermic dart being launched out.

“Ow!” Yelped Maggie, pulling the empty needle out of her hip.

“Amelia, whyyyyyyyy…..” She trailed off, going limp and falling to the floor.

Amelia didn’t even step forward to catch her as she fell to the floor

 

****

 

Amelia gazed down at the sleeping woman before her. She trailer a hand down the side of her leg, feeling goosebumps form as she did. She remembered the nights they had spent together, how much fun they had had, and for a moment her resolve slipped.

She reached over and pulled off her shirt, tossing it aside. She did the same to her skirt, throwing it onto the pile on the floor. She ogled the black woman’s smooth skin, her chest rising and falling gently as she slept. She reached down and cupped her bra.

She pulled it down, gently rubbing the tips of her fingers on her skin as they used to. Maggie’s nipples quickly hardened. Amelia breathed out quickly, unable to hold her lust back any longer, she slid onto Freema and straddled her as she began trailing kisses down her collarbone. She moaned, orgasmically as she made her way downwards. She heard another moan, only this time it wasn’t her own.

‘Crap’ she thought, her make out session cut short. She rolled off of Maggie and got into position, waiting for her to wake up.

Maggie groaned and rolled around on the bed. She moved to slide her arm under her head but when she pulled she was met with resistance. Moving slightly, she saw that her hands were bound to the posts on the side of her bed, with some industrial grade black handcuffs. Scrambling slightly, she looked around.

She was tied to a simple bed, and her shirt and skirt had been stolen from her. She looked down at her now obvious magenta bra and panties. She was spread eagle, and she felt the rush of the cold air on her exposed stomach. She looked around and saw a familiar face. From across the room, Amelia stood with her arms crossed.

“You had a lot of nerve coming here after the stunt you pulled earlier today.” She said, stepping closer. She had changed into a red shirt and a black skirt, so short it almost could be reclassified as a belt. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t pick up the phone and call headquarters, then have you arrested?”

Maggie twisted herself upright and began speaking.

“You mean other than the fact that I hid a signal jammer in your house?” Amelia groaned, but Maggie continued “I need your help”

“Huh” Amelia snorted, chuckling lightly “Why on earth would I help you?”

“Because I can get you that list back” She said, trying to sit up comfortably.

“I thought you had it” Amelia said, narrowing her eyes.

“It… Was stolen from me” She said, pulling on her bonds.

“Someone robbed the thief?” Amelia said, with a smile.

“Not someone, I know who.” She said.

“Who?”

“Let me out and I’ll tell you”

“Not a chance” Said Amelia “All I have to do is pick up a phone and you’ll be locked away for the rest of your life.”

Maggie shifted nervously. “Fine. It was Clara Coleman.”

The Clara Coleman?” Asked Amelia incredulously “The world class criminal? And you were going to sell state secrets to her?” Amelia looked absolutely furious.

“Look, I’m sorry. But right now, there’s the small issue of getting the names back”

“Why would you even tell me anything?” Asked Amelia, hands on her hips?

“Because you want the names back.” Said Maggie, smiling mischievously.

“And what’s in it for you?”

“Revenge” Said Maggie, eyes ablaze.

Amelia considered it. Time and time again, Maggie had proven to be untrustworthy beyond belief. She had double crossed her on more than one occasion. But one thing Maggie had always been was a formidable foe, and right now, Maggie’s enemy seemed to be the same as Amelia’s, so Maggie’s skill sets would be directed at her and not Amelia.

Maggie waited while Amelia came up with the verdict. Eventually, Amelia looked at Maggie. “We do this, we do it by my rules. Rule one, you do what I say”

“Fair enough”

“Rule two; No stealing while were working together”

“Acceptable”

“And rule three; when were done, you don’t get to run along. You get a 24 hour head start, that’s all. Understood?”

“Yes” Said Maggie, smiling. “Now uncuff me.”

“In a second” She said, turning around and rummaging through a drawer. Maggie tilted her head back, closing her eyes. Today had been stressful day, and the relief of knowing that Amelia would be one her side was incredibly high.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her leg. Looking down, she saw Amelia emptying the contents of her own syringe into her thigh muscle.

“What the hell Amelia?” She asked, angrily.

“I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. So the handcuffs don’t come off unless you’re asleep” She said. Noticing Maggie’s drooping eyelids, she smiled, realizing that soon, she could finish her interrupted fantasy “And sleep seems to be coming sooner than expected. Higher dosage for me?”

“I’m not… I just neee… need a mommeeee…” Her syllables slurred as her tongue grew heavy. Her head started loll, and she felt herself sinking deeper into the bed. Amelia bent over, climbing in top of Maggie, and spoke “Sorry darling. You started this” And as Maggie’s head sank deeper into the pillow, she leaned down and kissed her on the lips, the taste of Maggie bringing back many memories.

 

She pulled herself off when she felt Maggie go limp. She then undid her handcuffs and carried the dark woman down into her car, sliding her into the backseat. She clicked in her own seatbelt and drove off into the night.

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Maggie closed the door to her hotel room. Removing the flash drive from her pocket, she placed it on the table, and took a seat on the couch. She pulled off her high heels, placing them on the floor near the couch, and pulled out a bottle of wine, in celebration of her victory. She plucked a bottle from the rack, and placed it on the counter. She then went to change.

Removing her ridiculous get up, she removed the long floral dress and denim jacket, throwing them to the floor and instead picking out a red button up blouse and a more form-fitting skirt. She threw them on, and walked back into the living room, pouring the champagne into a glass and drinking it slowly, a smile on her face.

Soon she received the call from her employer, asking if she had the device.

“The flash drive is in my possession. When will you arrive for pickup”

“Very soon” Said the voice from the receiver, before hanging up.

Smiling to herself, and regarding the promise of half a million euros. She sipped her champagne. She was aware of a faint odor, and she sniffed the air apprehensively. She didn’t notice the small ripple of air coming from the vents. Strangely, she felt slightly lightheaded. Chalking it down to drinking the champagne on an empty stomach. She stood up and almost immediately knew something was wrong.

The floor seem to warp slightly, at an awkward angle. She blinked, trying to walk forward but her balance seemed so off that she lurched forward and almost fell over. She pushed a hand out to steady herself, gripping the wall tightly. She tried to move up and out of the hallway, but the room started spinning again. She took a step and stumbled forward hazily.

The door to her hotel room opens, and a woman in a sharp business suit steps forward. She’s wearing a gas mask that covers the lower half of her face, but not her sharp, hazel eyes. Her long brown hair flows freely down to her shoulders, and she walks forward easily and determinedly.

Maggie tried to walk past her but her legs gave away and she dropped to the floor. The whole world is spinning, and she can barely move her arms. The woman walked over to the table and took the flash drive. She turned to walk away, but Maggie moaned “Who… are …you?”

The woman bent over, closer to her. She spoke through the mask “Don’t recognize me?”

Maggie remembered the voice, her drug addled brain putting together the voice of her employer. “Coleman…”

“Oh please” She said “Call me Clara.”

Martha groaned, trying to keep her eyelids open. Clara place a finger on Maggie’s lips, stopping her. “Don’t waste your breath. Did you seriously think I would give you half a million euros?”

Maggie tried to move but she was too weak. Her eyelids drooped even more, fluttering slightly. She gave a sigh, and rolled out onto the floor unconscious. Clara smiled, picking her up and placing her on the bed. She gently positioned her so that she would rest comfortably.

She looked at the sleeping beauty sadly.

“I’m sorry it had to be this way dear” She said to the drugged Maggie, sensually caressing her stocking-clad thigh “I truly am. But you were too expensive for my taste.” She lifted up her mask, and blew a brief kiss to the buxom beauty before reapplying the gas mask. She gave the air a sniff. The knockout gas had washed out. She pulled off her mask, revealing her lovely face and gorgeous features.

Stroking Maggie’s chest, she pulled her blouse open, and admired her magenta bra before tossing her shirt to the floor. Stroking her now iexposed stomach, she kissed the flat of her belly, moving from from her chest to the bottom. 

Not stopping, she pulled off the dark skinned woman's skirt, revealing her panties whcih matched her bra. Tracing a finger of her inner thigh, she illiceted a shudder from Maggie. Smiling, she stripped off her own shirt, admiring her ass in the mirror as she undressed.

'my god i look great' she thought, stripping her skirt and panties. She looked over to Maggie, who was still sleeping peacfully and nakedly on the bed. She climbed onto her, her busy chest buncing with every step. Her nipples were already errect, and she was beyond controlling herself now. 

She pressed herself closer to martha's body, panting and sweatign as she did so. She gyarated her hips, getting a quick response from maggie.

'She's very eager' She though, rubbing maggie and herself. Panting and moaning, she exploded, with such force that she rolled off of Maggie, onto the bed. She heaved, her perfect breasts rising anf falling evenly. Sighing, she rolled off and slid on her clothes, wiping her hair back into place in the mirror. 

Taking Maggie's clothing, she redressed her casually, and placed head onto the pillow. She took a small bottle of chloroform, and dribbled some onto the pillow, ensuring Maggie wouldn't awake for several hours at least. She caught a wiff of the vapors as she poured.

 

She took a step forward, slightly dizzy from the fumes, before walking away from the luxurious apartment and the luscious women that lay sleeping in it.

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Amelia shuffled down the building steps. She was dressed for her job, a short black skirt, a simple white blouse, and a black vest with the words ‘Police’ written across her chest. Underneath, she wore sheer grey stockings. Her stunning red hair flowed down to her shoulders, and as usual, she looked stunning.

She was walking around the street in her police uniform, watching the people crossing the street at the busy intersection. She kept a close eye on the people that walked past. Today, she wasn’t here on official police business. She was never here on official police business. That was mainly due to the fact that she was not herself a police officer.

She was a spy.

Amelia had worked for the SIS for quite some time now. This morning, she was preparing for a high risk trade off. Inside her purse, she had over half a million dollars. She was looking for the woman in the purple shirt. She was giving her the names of twenty undercover agents working for a radical anarchist group.

“So you enjoy the weather?”

She turned to face the woman behind her, who was wearing a purple shirt. Racking her brain, she remembered the code word.

“Yes, but I prefer the winter.”

The woman smiled, reaching out her hand for her to shake. Inside her palm, Amelia saw the flash drive, and she reached over and grasped it, sliding her purse off her shoulder. The woman took the purse as the two women smiled falsely. She placed the flash drive in her breast pocket, then, with a quick glance around, headed towards her base.

Walking quickly but confidently, she walked down the street. All around, she saw a lot of men and even a few women eyeing her long, slender legs. She smiled them off, however, and continued her focused walk. Eventually, the streets cleared up and she was alone.

“Excuse me, polizia, which way go Downing Street?”

The accent was heavy. She turned to look at who it was.

“Sorry?”

The woman in the large blue sun hat held a map in front of her. There were circles in blue and red ink all around the national landmarks. Judging by her accent, she had come from some Greek or Roman country.

Sighing, she realized that there was no way that the foreigner would understand that she wasn’t a police officer, she gave in and took the map. The tourist moved up to her left, pointing to downing street.

“No, that’s not the right direction. TO get there, you need to move north-”

She began but she was cut off by a sharp stinging sensation in her ass, just above her left leg. She pulled away, sharply, turning to look at her wounds. Looking down, she saw an empty syringe sticking out of her fatty tissue. She yanked it out, to examine it better.

“What the hell is this? What did you give me?” She yelled, angrily.

The woman pulled her hat off, revealing gorgeous dark features and a slender complexion. It took Amelia a second, but she recognized the woman’s beautiful face.

“Maggie?” She asked, blinking.

“Hello darling.” She spoke, softly rubbing grasping Amelia’s shoulder.

“What are doin… what are you doing?” She said, her speech slurring.

She took step back, trying to distance herself from the secret agent, but she found herself stumbling back three or four feet. Maggie Taylor, spy-for-hire, rushed forward to steady her. Maggie and Amelia used to work for the same agency (and date as well) before Maggie decided to go freelance, splitting the two down a rocky road.

Amelia’s legs began feel heavy, her head feeling lightheaded. She blinked a few times, to try and recover, but her vision blurred over and her eyelids started drooping.

“Hey, hey, hey, relax.”

“Noo, get o… get off, I nee… I need…” She tried to argue, her tongue numb. She tried to stand up but her legs felt like lead pipes and she felt so tired, she started to drop. Maggie was there, easing behind her, the soft touch of her hands steadying her. Maggie brushed a strand of hair from Amelia’s face, Amelia shuddering at the touch.

Amelia slumped deeper into Maggie’s soft touch. Her arm weakly flopped against her chest in an effort to push her away. Maggie stepped back, lowering her gently to the floor, her legs sprawling out into the street. Maggie placed a finger on her thigh, gently running her hands against the smooth nylon. Amelia took a sharp breath inwards, her chest heaving suddenly. She struggled to keep her eyelids open. Her head lolled into Maggie’s embrace and, and she mumbled out a few soft sentences.

“Shush now, go to sleep.” Said Maggie softly, stroking the side of her face gently.

“No, let goo of meeeeeee…” She trailed off, her eyes rolling back and her breathing falling into a steady, stable rhythm. Maggie laid her down onto the ground, stripping off her vest. She ran her flinger over the lest, looking for any bulges. Finding nothing, she instead searched her person. Searching her breast pocket, she took a moment to be distracted by her see through shirt, which showed her maroon lace bra clearly.

All of a sudden, she was distracted. Busting Amelia’s blouse open, she cupped her firm, C cups in her hand, playing with them. Almost immediately, her nipples went rock solid. She felt a tightness build up in her own chest, and she quickly moved Amelia to the building across the street, carrying her in her arms.

Tossing her onto the bed, she climbed on top of her seductively. Running her hands down the side of Amelia’s body, she pulled her skirt down of her perfect ass. She tossed it aside and admired the view of the stunning redhead in her lingerie. She reached under her and grabbed her ass, fondling it as she trailed kisses down the side of her neck. Amelia’s unconscious body shuddered at the touch. She slowly started to gyrate her hips, Amelia’s body moving in rhythm as she rose and fell. Quickly, Maggie shoved off her own clothing as well.

She then reached for the strap of Amelia’s bra, sliding it down off to the side. She looked at the gorgeous woman while she trailed kisses down the flat of her stomach, causing Amelia’s back to arch. She remembered a simpler time when the two had been lovers. She moved her hips in slow rhythm, which sped up slightly as Amelia’s movements began to match her own. She moaned loudly, before exploding. Seconds later, Amelia’s back arched, her sleeping body inhaling sharply before collapsing once more onto the bed.

 

Amelia groaned, signaling her waking up. Hurriedly, Maggie dressed herself and went through Amelia's clothing. Searching her shirt, she felt the cold plastic flash drive, and pulled it out. Grinning, she pocketed the disk and disappeared. 

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