Jill imagined when she
became a secret agent that it would be something like Jennifer Garner in Alias. She had been a big fan of the Aeon Flux anime in while in her teens. She had developed a talent working undercover but had not been
prepared for this assignment.
She had used her body to get information
before but she had met her match in this man. He was a young, dashing,
wealthy industrialist set on using his money for political control beyond
national boundaries. He also was a bit of a playboy which led her to be
selected for the assignment. She posed as a freelance writer. Unfortunately
and unbeknownst to Jill, he had been tipped off from the start as to her real
identity and that knowledge combined with his charm and sexual ability,
caught her off guard when he seduced her.
Now, kept locked in a room on his
private yacht, off at sea, she was a prisoner. He enjoyed the power of having
a secret agent, a strong woman, to use sexually as he wished. And, while she
spent a considerable amount of time plotting ways to escape, she was secretly
happy when he came to her room. At least there was an element of a challenge.
She had little else to do and no one else to communicate with. He also was a
good lover.
But first, some background:
He had invited her to dinner on his yacht
and she slept with him that first night. The sex was good. She even got
caught up in the moment, but when she awoke the next morning, she was alone.
She had tried the cabin door. It was locked.
She went into the bathroom to shower and a
short time after getting dressed, she heard the doorknob turn. He entered.
"The door must have locked from the
outside," she said to him.
He smiled but said nothing. She went up to
him and brushed her hand along his chest and down his stomach, naively trying
to continue her seduction of him. That thought ended quickly.
He kissed her, playing along for a moment.
What he said next, however, caught her off guard, especially coming in the
intimacy of the moment.
"You're a regular female James Bond, you
know that," he said, smiling.
She was stunned. Her mind raced, trying to
determine the right comeback.
"What do you mean," she said. Her tone was
innocent but her voice quivered a bit.
He smiled again, but this time looking more
amused.
"Shut up and take your clothes off."
His voice seemed to kid her. What else could his statement refer to, she wondered. Maybe it was
just a coincidence, some role play he was doing. But she knew it was more out
of hope she thought that. And she was confused. If he was kidding, she should
just play along with him. If he wasn't kidding, taking her clothes off was
not the best move at his time.
"Come on," he said again, the smile still
wide on his face.
Her head spinning and seeing no other
course of action, she took the one suggested to her.
He kissed her. He still did not speak, and she did
not want to bring up the subject of his comment.
He touched her nipple. She pulled away slightly.
"Maybe we should get some breakfast first," she said.
He kissed her neck and continued to squeeze her breast.
"I'm a little hungry," she continued, though his touch on her breast was starting to become hard to pull away from.
His hand moved up her leg. Before she could speak again, his finger slid quickly inside her. He was not gentle about it.
She began to speak but he covered her mouth again with his, his finger jamming deeper.
He kissed her neck again.
"You are going to be a good little slut for me," he whispering in her ear.
"Excuse me," she rebounded loudly. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him back.
He moved away from her and toward the door.
She was sure he knew about her now. She immediately hated herself for having given in. Not much of a secret agent, she thought to herself, voluntarily taking her clothes off and
placing herself in a vulnerable position to her adversary.
He paused at the door. What he said next
annoyed her even more.
"I can't believe you took your clothes off
for me. Either you are a total nymphomaniac or a very bad secret agent."
He shut the door, leaving her alone. She
vowed not to be so easy the next time.
***
The two guards that had been stationed outside her door came in and tied her up. Three others also entered her room and stood in the doorway. She was amused that it took five of
them. She knew she could handle her main adversary. He was mid-30s, obviously in great shape but she knew how to kick ass too. Earlier the same men had removed all her clothes from the cabin, leaving just
a bathrobe. Thankfully it was a nice suite. Two rooms, including a large
living room, a small bedroom, and a luxurious bathroom.
She had taken a bath earlier. There was not much else to do. And she had felt violated as well.
The men tied her face up on the bed, sideways, so that her wrists were tied to a baseboard below the long end of the mattress. Leather cuffs were put on her ankles. A rope attached them to both ends of the bed.
He entered shortly after the men left. He looked at her for a few moments. She glared at him but them looked away.
"Your hair looks nice. You must have washed it for me. Did you take a bath just for me? Answer me."
"I just wanted to be clean." Her voice was
strong, pissed off. "You are a fucking egomaniac. Are you just going to rape
me again now."
He was calm.
"I didn't rape you. You took your clothes off. And you probably would have
spread your legs wide and even begged for it if I didn't know who you were.
You've been trying to tease me and seduce me as it was."
Then his voice grew firmer as he came up behind her, his hands taking her head between them. "Now I'm going to fuck you and treat you like a slut the way I know
how."
"You are crazy," she said, her voice still strong and defiant.
He was amused.
"It's like we are having a lover's quarrel," he responded with a chuckle.
She realized he held all the cards right
now. He knew it and was enjoying playing them one by one.
"Fuck you."
He began toying with her nipples, twisting them and pinching them, more teasing
than rough.
She remained quiet. She surmised the best thing was to remain emotionless and not play his game.
He took his clothes off and moved around to face her. She saw his cock was rock hard but she quickly looked away. He kneeled on the bed in front of her, his fingers violating her again.
He climbed on top of her and thrust into her. His strokes were firm and deep but slow. After a couple minutes he spoke again.
"I know it
wasn't all work for you. You enjoyed having sex with me the other night." He
pulled her hair hard. "Didn't you." He pulled it harder as he continued to
thrust into her. He held himself above her with his other hand pushing
against her breast. He twisted her nipple, not hard but to where he let her
know where he was going with it.
"Didn't you?"
"Yes," she said,
gasping.
She had and he knew she had. He wasn't hurting her that much but what was the point of lying? The sooner he got this over with the better she thought. It didn't mean she wanted to be here with him now.
His grip did not let up though. He
continued to push down on her as he steadily thrust hard into her. I want you
to tell me you enjoyed being with me the other night.
She repeated it, but unemotionally. He
didn't seem to mind though. His grip lightened on both her hair and breast. He continued to fuck her for a long while, steadily, alternating between fast and slow. She did not enjoy it but she was nonetheless impressed with his staying power.
Finally he pulled out, straddled her chest and began to masturbate above her.
"Fucking whore," he said, somewhat weakly as he came, his cum squirting on her.
He untied her himself. She lay still and let him. After he left, she took a hot shower. She
hated him. She had to figure a way around this nutcase soon, turn the tables, get him to let her go. The shower had a full length mirror inside it. She caught her image as she rubbed the soap bar over her sore pussy. She looked pretty good despite the way she had just been treated. "Hmm," she thought.
"Despite the situation though he can fuck."
