97D: Spies versus Spies (FvsF), by Gark

Part 4 in the 97D saga, as told from 97D/Petra/Greta’s point of view

[Background/Setting: West Germany, December 1951, at our Bavarian cottage just outside of Ruhpolding - roughly midway between our posting at the U.S. consulate in Munchen, and Salzburg, Austria.]

I was returning from my 10 km exercise run through the forest trails near our cottage when I saw the small, lighted signal near the door. Unless one knew where to look, you’d never notice the small, well-concealed light. But I made a habit of always checking it, and today it may have paid off. I just hoped that my dear Bryce was all right. Who knew what danger might lurk within?

I carefully peeked through several windows at ground level, finally spotting Bryce & a woman in the kitchen. Bryce was tied to a chair… and half-naked!! But at least he was still alive!! Things change… and yet they remain much the same. Maybe Bryce was fated to be tied half-naked to a chair and tortured by a voluptuous female. I watched for a moment, taking in the scene and planning my assault. Was the woman acting alone?? Probably not if she’d gotten the drop on Bryce, I reasoned. I’d have to take extra care… maybe use the trick window in the living room.

Just then, the woman seemed to lose patience with Bryce, slapping him viciously across the face repeatedly. Then she pulled out her scarf, preparing to strangle him! At that moment, I knew whom we faced. A feeling of dread washed across my body as I prepared for the meeting I had known for years to be inevitable. The ill feeling passed quickly though. I reinforced the conclusion I’d come to long before… that this meeting was my best hopes for a long and secure life with Bryce. But that assumed we both survived the day!

I shook off my stupor! I had to act fast! I moved quickly, silently to the living room window and unlatched the hidden release lever. Then I went to the back door, opened it, and then closed it from the outside, being sure to make enough noise to attract the woman I had come to realize was Tatiana, one of the deadly ‘twins.’ I was much more familiar with her partner, though, and hoped Tatiana wasn’t quite as lethal.

In a well-practiced maneuver, I opened the well-oiled window noiselessly and slipped inside. I quickly moved to the attack position, readying myself for the moment Tatiana passed. As I crouched, hidden behind the living room couch, I noticed a bottle of chloroform & a rag. That was how they had taken Bryce! And, it was my means of salvation as well, as I needed to subdue Tatiana silently. If her partner were roused too soon, all would be lost!

The fates were with me as Tatiana passed nearby. I quickly wetted the rag and then pounced. I clamped one of her arms behind her back, wrenching it cruelly, while I stuffed the chloroformed rag against her face. Tatiana struggled mightily, but she was unprepared for my attack. Thankfully, her thrashing around resulted only in her landing on the davenport face down with the knockout rag still upon her face. After a few moments, her struggles ceased. I tossed the chloroform and rag out the window, and then closed it. I had no intention of using it further. I wanted the coming confrontation with her partner to be a physical one… and not a simple chloroform knockout.

I hooked my arms about Tatiana’s unconscious form, latching upon the only features available - her breasts. They weren’t up to her partner’s standards, or mine for that matter, but they were prominent nevertheless. I dragged her through the kitchen door, where I spotted my beloved Bryce.

I dropped Tatiana’s comatose form to the floor and went to Bryce’s aid. If I could at least get him untied, we’d have an even chance at coming out of this alive.

I went to his side, pulling the gag from his mouth. “This looks familiar somehow,” I whispered in his ear. “I hope you didn’t get to the good part already,” knowing Bryce would understand the reference to our own wrestling matches. Noticing that Bryce was catching the chloroform scent from the prone Tatiana, I continued, “Sloppy work… they shouldn’t have left the chloroform lying about. It cost this one dearly.” I untied Bryce’s hands and feet from the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s the twins,” he told me raspily, obviously suffering the effects of the silken scarf.

“Yes, I know,” I told him. “We’ve been lucky thus far. Note the silk scarf - her weapon of choice.”

“I’ve seen it… and experienced it, too,” Bryce replied. “You arrived just in time. In a few more moments, I’d have been a goner.”

I examined the scarf, and then set it down on the kitchen counter. “I assume ‘goner’ is another American slang term for ‘dead duck’, ‘corpse’ or whatever. But I, too, am happy to have arrived in time,” I told him joyfully.

Bryce stood up, but wasn’t very steady yet. He had suffered badly at this woman’s hands. I’d have liked to pay her back in kind, but bigger game waited. I kissed Bryce full on the mouth and hugged him as if I might never see him again, which was a distinct possibility considering who else was in the house. “Am I right… her partner is still in the house?” I asked.

“Um hmm,” Bryce replied, recovering some. “Upstairs, I think.”

“You’re too shaky to help me right now,” I told him. “You stay here and tie this one up. I’ll deal with the other one. Let me handle her. I’ve an old score to settle.”

And with that, I quietly left Bryce behind, heading for the upstairs and my predestined meeting with my former comrade - Renate!

I noiselessly opened the door to our bedroom. Renate was on the far side of the room, across the bed from me. Instinctively, she sensed my presence and turned to face me. The expression of astonishment on her face was not unexpected. Other than for Bryce and my parents, the whole world thought Greta Hofmeister, the infamous Agent 97D, to be dead.

To her credit, Renate recovered quickly, staring for a moment to take in the sight of me. “So Greta… I see you still live,” she said at last.

“No thanks to you!” I spat.

“Well, you only live twice,” she chided, sounding like something out of a pulp spy novel. “And, I see you are now an agent for the decadent West! You were always the soft one.”

“And you were always the cruel one… now working for the sick & perverted KGB,” I replied evenly.

Renate shook off the insult easily. “Yes, I suppose so. They welcomed me openly, even recruited me. But now, I am presented with an opportunity I’ve often wished for… to kill you myself… with my bare hands! This is a most pleasant surprise meeting!”

Renate had been my rival for many years, starting at wrestling club and culminating with our induction into the Nazi ‘SS’. We had both always excelled, but Renate had had a cruel streak. At wrestling club, this had gotten her into trouble with the instructor, the other pupils, and myself. But in the SS, cruelty was a treasured commodity and Renate had advanced quickly. Still, I had gotten the plumb assignment in England, and had made a good thing of it. I’d managed to set up an effective spy ring, gaining much valuable information for the homeland. And, I’d managed it without killing anyone, although there’d been a few close calls, most notably with Bryce. If there was a chance of my exposure, I sent my captives to an awaiting U-boat, where they could be delivered to a prison camp, questioned further and held until the end of the war. I wasn’t against killing. I just didn’t see any point in it if there was another way.

I continued, “I too, have wanted this ‘meeting’. And in the past, I would gladly have killed you… for your atrocities… during the war and before. But now, I must have you alive to prove my innocence.”

Renate hesitated for a moment, thinking about what I’d just said. “Do you mean that English MI5 agent? How could that matter?” she replied as she unfastened the buttons of her blouse, preparing for battle.

“Yes, that is correct,” I replied, unbuttoning my own blouse, carefully keeping my eyes upon her for any possible attack. I thought it unlikely though, at least until all of our clothing was removed. We both knew this battle between us would be nude… as we had done many times in the past as members of the Munchen Women’s Wrestling Club.

“But the world thinks you are dead… Oh… it’s your man… that dimwitted sot in the kitchen… he thinks you killed the MI5 agent! How fitting! The moral, principled, Greta Hofmeister, blamed for a killing… committed by none other than myself!!”

By now, we’d both removed our blouses and began unfastening our slacks. She’d insulted Bryce, but I shrugged the comment aside, knowing more insults would be forthcoming, and from both of us. “You were always quick on the uptake,” I continued. “Bryce thinks I am a reformed killer. He has no idea of my innocence, has no idea I’d been recalled briefly to the homeland and that another had temporarily taken my place. It was too fantastic for me to explain, let alone have him believe, that there was another such as myself… albeit a cruel, perverted version. I’ve awaited this moment for years… my chance to redeem myself in my beloved’s eyes.”

“That’ll be pretty difficult, once I’ve killed you!” she hissed. A loud crashing noise echoed from below and Renate & I took notice uneasily. Then she continued, “Besides, your ‘beloved’ is no doubt meeting his death at the hands of Tatiana right now. She is more than able to kill any man.”

“Not Bryce, I think. In fact I think it’s your beloved who is meeting her fate at Bryce’s hands right now. And, if pushed, he won’t hesitate to kill her!” I knew Bryce would spare her if he could, but Renate didn’t need to know that. “Yes… I know of your sexual preference for women. How could I not know after our many meetings… our many nude wrestling matches?”

“Yes, I suppose that is true. But now it is time for one last match between us… a final closure to our rivalry… a chance to revenge myself upon you for having me recalled with a reprimand placed on my record.” She paused for effect, and then continued. “And, as for Tatiana, I have every confidence in her! I have taught her everything!”

“Bryce was already capable enough to best me when we met at Thorpe Abbotts. And now, I’ve taught him everything I know, too. Tatiana will have her hands full with Bryce.”

“We shall see. We shall see,” she replied, a new sense of urgency in her voice.

We stood naked, save for our panties & brassieres, on opposite sides of the bed. Renate slipped her panties off, as did I, our bushy thatches now prominent. During the war, I knew Renate had favored the brassiere/garrote (b/g) as her weapon of choice. She still wore one, barely concealing her huge 102DD breasts. Renate was proud of her codename, Agent 102DD, often bragging to me about her additional 5 cm, as well as cup size. She’d always bragged about how her breasts were the more powerful, but she’d never proved it to my satisfaction. But right now, Renate’s b/g was a definite problem, because I wasn’t wearing one! In fact I hadn’t worn one since that day back in England… with Bryce.

Renate knew it, too. She was trained to know. “What’s the matter, Greta? Weaponless?” she chided. Renate now kneeled upon the bed, preparing for battle. She slipped off her b/g, swinging it back and forth threateningly, her huge breasts swaying back and forth with the motion.

“They seem kind of droopy, Renate. What’s the matter, not keeping in shape?” I countered while I removed my brassiere. “Mine are still as firm as they were back at Wrestling Club.” I took a deep breath, showing off my bosom. Renate stared, both hatred and envy showing in her face. Her breasts were perhaps a little worse for wear, but still looked plenty large for the task at hand. I’d used the insult merely to infuriate her, throw her off balance… and it had worked well… maybe too well!

Renate’s anger was written plainly on her face. Her thick, pubic thatch literally bristled in anticipation of our battle. “Come Greta… meet your doom,” she whispered from across the bed, motioning me with her index finger to come closer.

I pretended to set my practically useless brassiere on the bed stand, then quickly slipped open the drawer and pulled out my old b/g… the one Bryce had taken from me all those years before… the one he’d kept as a treasured remembrance. The expression on Renate’s face dropped, and the tension in the room shot upwards noticeably.

“So, we are now both with weapons,” Renate observed. “Very clever Greta… very clever indeed. You were always the resourceful one. What I cannot understand, is how you could resist my overtures… how you could reject me, even as we were entwined while wrestling. Your arousal was as obvious as my own.”

Apparently Renate had put aside her anger, trying a new tactic on me instead, one she still thought to be effective. But I’d heard it all before. Naked wrestling was common at Wrestling Club, considered the ultimate contest between combatants. And, Renate and myself had wrestled naked many, many times. By my count, I was unbeaten in 30 matches, but most of those were not officiated, let alone witnessed. And, I knew that in Renate’s mind, she felt she’d won a great many of those 30 matches. Maybe she could have won many of them if she’d only kept her mind on wrestling, rather than erotic domination and humiliation.

“Arousal is natural when wrestling naked,” I countered evenly. “But it was easy to reject you… as I would reject any cruel, sadistic, whore! Especially one who would repeatedly try to force her womanhood upon her opponent’s face while they were supposed to be wrestling.”

“That’s not the way I remember it!” she spat, clearly angry once more. “I know you wanted me… wanted me to take you… I know it!”

“Only in your dreams Renate… only in your dreams,” I told her, showing no emotion. But truth be told, it had been hard to resist her overtures while entangled in a naked wrestling contest. And her numerous orgasms while entangled had nearly been my undoing. Had it been another woman… one of a more upright & enlightened nature … I might not have been able to resist. But I kept this bit of information to myself.

“As you wish, but still, it will be a shame to destroy you. Perhaps I should try once more… force myself upon you. Perhaps you wouldn’t be so quick to reject me with your life at stake. But no… you must know I will kill you regardless, so why should I bother. After all, I have Tatiana now.”

“And I have Bryce, who is probably destroying your precious Tatiana as we speak.”

Renate renewed her urgency. “Enough small talk and remembrances. Come! I grow impatient!”

I knew Renate to be a dirty fighter, and I assumed this match would bring out the worst in her. Plus, she knew that whatever the outcome, she would survive our battle. However, my own survival depended upon my beating her… and possibly Bryce’s survival, as well. Renate probably suspected that Bryce wouldn’t kill Tatiana, so the stakes were much, much higher for me!!

And so, I was completely surprised when Renate, still kneeling upon the bed opposite me, tossed her b/g to the floor behind her, saying, “I won’t be needing this until later. I doubt either of us could use one effectively against a fresh opponent.”

She was right. I dropped my b/g to the floor, too, and climbed onto the bed, advancing slowly towards Renate on my knees. Renate advanced warily, our bodies somehow not yet making contact as we eyed each other, looking for a psychological advantage. Renate sneered evilly as her gaze fell upon my form, our fully hardened nipples just scant centimeters apart from each other.

“What’s the matter Renate? Afraid of me??” I taunted, as our nipples made first contact. As we’d done many times in the past, we started with a breast battle, first with the nipples, followed by full breast contact. In fact, we were both fully trained in all aspects of breast combat… even to use them as lethal weapons… smothering one’s opponent until they lay helpless… or worse!

“Not at all, Greta, not at all,” she replied. “Just reminding you of your past mistakes. I know you want this contact between us… want my breasts… and most of all, want me.”

This was the way our matches had begun many times before. Besides the erotic nature of the maneuver, it gave each of us a chance to move in close to the other before actually beginning. After a few moments, I smashed my breasts hard against Greta’s, squashing her larger, less firm breasts flat. Renate gasped at the increased contact, as she had done countless times in the past.

No other part of our bodies had yet made contact, as we dueled breast to smashing breast. Soon though, we had each other tightly gripped in an embrace, still smashing our breasts together as we squeezed the other’s body tight. Unexpectedly, Renate let go, leaned back and slapped me hard across the face, snapping my neck around. That was a new move, and I’d been caught completely off-guard. I recovered quickly and slapped her viciously in return. A large red welt rose on her face, and I imagined I looked much the same. Renate tried for another slap, but I blocked it with my left arm, grabbed onto one of her breasts with the other hand, and then dove at her, knocking us both down upon the mattress.

The bed was hardly big enough to maneuver effectively. This would be close-quarters wrestling/fighting, which meant dirty fighting, so I squeezed her breast hard. Renate squealed in pain, but soon one of her hands had latched tightly upon my right breast. Renate slammed her knee into my crotch, thankfully making ineffective contact with my female parts. I returned the favor, and soon we were a tangled mess rolling back and forth around the bed, squeezing breasts, pulling hair and kneeing each other. With one hand still yanking at the roots of my hair, Renate let her other hand slip free of my right breast. I knew what was coming, quickly doing the same in return. My left hand settled upon her bushy pubic thatch of hair just as Renate unleashed a fury upon my own pubic thatch. Tears welled up in my eyes instantly as I grimaced in terrible pain. But I’d been through this maneuver enough times, that I managed to keep from screaming. I retaliated in kind, yanking on her tender pubic roots. To her credit, Renate kept the pain to herself, but the anguished look on her face told the real story.

Renate tried to take over the momentum by smashing her breasts hard against mine as we lay on our sides, all the while wrenching at each other’s hair at both head and crotch. The pain was intense, and tears were streaming down both of our faces. A breast-to-breast attack was never of much use, except as an erotic maneuver. Renate’s breasts were too mushy now to be of much erotic value, and I soon dominated her larger 102DD’s with my 97D’s.

After a time, we just flew apart from all the pain, each needing a moment to recover our senses. This was where we differed - I considered our encounter to this point to be a fight rather than wrestling, but Renate considered any encounter to be a match. Hence, the difference of opinion. I was unbeaten at wrestling, while Renate was more often victorious at fighting. I needed to start using wrestling moves on her to increase my chances of survival.

I pounced quickly, landing on her back. I pressed her face into the mattress as I cruelly twisted both of her arms behind her back. Renate grunted in pain as I held her there, straddling her bare body with my legs, planting my own bare ass upon hers. Renate struggled hard, expending a great deal of energy, trying to get free. Next, I grabbed her hands in mine, and pulled them back hard, arching her back roughly. She grunted once again, refusing to scream out in pain. I yanked and yanked, doubling the pressure. Finally, she squealed her displeasure, but not very loudly. Still straddling her bare back, I let go of her hands and reached around her face, locking my palms upon her chin. I pulled back hard, yanking her neck back at an awkward angle. Renate gurgled in pain, and had she been able, I’m sure she would have screamed.

But I’d forgotten her hands were now free and not far from my crotch. Renate grabbed hard on my pubic thatch, catching me completely by surprise. I jumped up, releasing her chin. Renate quickly turned the tables as I landed flat on my back on the mattress. In an instant, Renate straddled my body right upon the breasts. Her moist womanhood pressed hard upon my hardened right nipple, sliding forward and back, pleasuring herself at my expense. Her hands had mine secured and I couldn’t break free of her erotic grip. I’m sure the firmness of my breast only served to heighten the pleasure she derived at my disadvantage.

I resisted for a time, but to no avail. Renate had too good a position atop me, and I was only weakening myself. I decided to try another tactic, and quit resisting, letting Renate pleasure herself upon my breast and nipple. Renate misinterpreted my move, rocking rhythmically, her womanhood upon my beleaguered breast. “Finally, after all this time, you have admitted to yourself what I have known all along.”

I decided to play along, a delaying tactic, trying to regain some of my strength and stamina. “Uuuhhh, uuuhhh,” I cooed. But I wasn’t very convincing.

“Fool, you think to deceive me!” she shrieked. Suddenly, Renate’s womanhood was pressed upon my face and I couldn’t breath! “Think of your man, Greta. Think of how you’ll never see him again… at least in this world,” she cackled evilly.

I squirmed and thrashed trying to get her off me. Renate’s fights always degenerated to this maneuver, and I’d been on the receiving end of it many times before. It was nearly impossible to be snuffed out with the maneuver, although there was still that danger if one was caught too long and became weakened. I resisted minimally at first, letting Renate have her way, managing quick breaths as she moved rhythmically against my face.

Finally, as Renate became more confident, I made my move, stealthily lifting my legs and curling my body and then parting my legs once they were even with her head. I slammed my legs hard together upon Renate’s head, stunning her for the time being. I pushed her off me and she fell off the bed.

Renate staggered to her feet on the floor. She must have stepped on something and glanced down at the floor. An evil smile crossed her face as she bent down and picked up her b/g, saying simply, “It’s time,” as she swung the lethal device back and forth.

I quickly jumped off the bed to the opposite side and picked up my own b/g. This was the first time I’d faced an opponent who was also armed with a b/g. I’m sure this was also a first for Renate, as our training had always assumed we’d be facing an enemy unaware of the device. So, neither of us were quite sure how to proceed.

Renate raced around the side of the bed in an effort to beat me to it. As I rose, Renate managed to get her b/g around my neck, but not looped around fully. I was in no danger of strangulation unless she managed to get behind me, and I was determined to prevent that.

I swung my b/g at Renate and managed to get the same hold around her neck - a single loop. I secured my b/g around her neck with my right hand, keeping it tight, while she did the same to me. Renate jerked my head around, back and forth, using the b/g to control me. I retaliated in kind, using my b/g to control her movements, yanking her head back and forth, finally clawing at one of her breasts. Renate went for my crotch, so I flung her around hard against the bedroom wall. Before I knew it, Renate used her b/g to yank me by the neck around until I too hit my back hard against the bedroom wall.

I’d gotten the wind knocked from me slightly and Renate took advantage by flinging us both towards the bed. We instinctively forced one another onto the bed, climbing onto the mattress in a kneeling position, facing one another. I jerked Renate’s head one direction while she jerked mine the other. Finally, Renate knocked my head against the headboard, stunning me momentarily. She wasted no time wrapping another loop around my neck with her b/g, and began choking the life from me. I still had my b/g upon her neck, but not as fully wrapped as Renate had done to me. Still, I could use it for leverage, finally managing to knock her head hard against the headboard as she had done to me. Renate cried out in pain, but didn’t let go of her stranglehold. I whacked her against the headboard a second time, and Renate loosed her grip, momentarily stunned.

I gasped loudly, taking in life-giving air, then tugged at her grip upon the b/g secured around my neck. Renate held on tight. There was little I could do but wrap my own b/g around Renate’s neck and prepare for the coming strangle battle.

So, we were rolling around the bed, back and forth, furiously trying to throttle the other, gasping a breath whenever an opportunity presented itself. Oddly, our legs were entwined in an erotic embrace as we thrashed about with our arms and b/g’s. Renate had initiated the thigh-to-crotch contact, and there was little I could do to prevent her from taking pleasure in it. I concentrated on thoughts of Bryce, while I resisted Renate’s erotic advances, as we struggled for our very lives. The more we struggled, the more energetic Renate’s thigh became between my legs. Reluctantly, I returned the ‘favor,’ hoping for some advantage. This very sick woman was becoming more and more enthralled as the struggle became more and more deadly.

I had to do something! My breath was nearly gone, and Renate seemed to have an endless reserve. Desperately, I rolled us over the edge of the bed, thankfully with Renate landing on bottom, hard against the floor. She cried out in pain, releasing her grip momentarily. I gasped in air once again, not allowing Renate the same opportunity, and then dragged us back to our feet.

We each managed another breath, as we stood on the floor alongside the bed, neither of us applying a death grip to our b/g’s for the moment. “As always, you fight well, Greta,” she hissed in my ear. “Why not give up now? I will make your end more pleasurable than you can imagine.”

“Pleasurable, I’m certain, but only to a sick perverted whore like you!” I spat.

“Hah! Even now, Tatiana is probably snuffing the life from your beloved male sot,” she ridiculed. “In my mind’s eye, I can see his eyes closing for the last time, his body going limp…” But Renate’s ranting was suddenly interrupted by a horrific female scream from the main floor of the cottage below. Bryce must have Tatiana in terrible trouble!

I was relieved and enthralled, but Renate was enraged! “Tatiana will yet prevail!” she cried.

“Just keep telling yourself that, maybe you’ll convince one of us,” I countered.

Renate’s face turned cruel as she suddenly used her b/g to pull our faces close together and press my back hard against the wall. Then she kissed me full on the lips as she held me there helpless. I was repulsed, yet at the same time unable to resist. Or… was I unwilling to resist? Her tongue slid into my mouth, finding my own tongue and starting another type of ‘fight’. If she wanted to silence me, this was certainly an effective way.

‘Aaarrrggghhh,’ shot through my brain! With my free hand, I quickly grabbed a hold of her pubic hair, pulling as hard as I could. Renate jerked away and her left hand soon found my right breast, squeezing hard. But at least I’d stopped the unwanted kiss!

“Come Greta… admit it,” she grunted as we continued to thrash each other about the room. “You liked it… you want more, don’t you?”

“No whore!” I screamed. “I’ve had enough of you to last a lifetime!” I swung her around and around hard, gripping the b/g around her neck with one hand for leverage. I reached for her right hand, which still gripped the b/g around my neck, and dug my fingernails into the wrist area. Her grip weakened, and I tripped her as we swung around. Renate released her b/g as I grabbed it. Renate went flying over the bedpost, flipping around in mid-air before landing on the bed. I stood nearby holding both b/g’s, while Renate was sprawled out on the bed, her head in the middle area, while her feet were at the far corner of the bed. She looked a little stunned or dizzy, staring upwards at the ceiling. I was a little dizzy myself, but knew I had to attack and take advantage quickly.

I threw the two b/g’s to the floor and dove at Renate. I landed on her with my breasts upon her face. But I’d also landed so that her body contacted mine in the exact same way! My feet were at one corner of the bed, while Renate’s were at the opposite corner. Our opposed bodies collided in the middle of the bed, Renate’s breasts upon my face and my breasts upon hers in an ‘equals’ position. We’d both been instructed in breast smothers, but a male victim had always been assumed, and we’d had no instruction about resisting another’s breast smother. Neither of us had ever been in a position of mutual, simultaneous breast smother… her 102DD’s against my face and my 97D’s against hers. We instinctively wrapped our arms around the other’s back and squeezed to secure the other.

I knew this maneuver would be the finale to our wrestle fight. Neither of us had an advantage here. And, both of us were badly worn down. The gasp of air I’d taken as I landed on Renate may have been my last. Had she been able to take a last gasp, too? I had no idea… but I knew I’d soon find out.

I was near my end when Renate suddenly started to thrash around, trying to roll us off the bed, but to no avail. She was in trouble! My head came free & I gasped in air deeply as she grabbed at my hair to little avail. Soon her struggles weakened and she collapsed beneath me. I didn’t want to kill her as I needed her alive to prove my innocence to Bryce. I raised myself up a moment to let her breathe. Renate began to struggle again, so I clamped down upon her again, pressing my firm 97D’s into position upon her face, taking care that she wouldn’t be able to bite, or whatever. Her less firm 102DD’s no longer attacked my face.

After a few more moments, I released the hold upon Renate. Her breathing was shallow, but present. I took the opportunity to secure her. Bryce and I liked to play an unusual sex game, and it would come in handy now. I dragged one of Renate’s arms to the top of the bed and secured her wrist to the handcuff already connected there low to the bedpost, just out of normal sight. I did the same with her other wrist. Now both of her wrists were handcuffed to opposite corners at the head of the bed.

Just then Renate revived, and realizing her predicament, kicked out with her legs, trying to connect upon my head. I jumped back onto her, straddling her at the waist, my ass upon her 102DD’s, but facing away. I grabbed a hold of one thrashing leg, leaned down hard against it, and forcing it to the bedpost at the bottom of the bed, securing the handcuff there about her ankle. Her other leg tried to scissors me while I did, but to no avail. At this point, Renate knew she was done for and her other leg went still. I handcuffed it to the remaining bedpost.

“So Greta, you’ve won. Maybe there’s still something you’d like to do… you know… I’m sprawled out here… helpless to any sexual advances you might wish…”

I knew she wanted to delay me, hoping that Tatiana might best Bryce, so I wasted little time with her. “Stow it Renate. If I were interested in a sadistic whore like you, I’d have made my move years ago. Now you’re just a spoil of another war, an undeclared cold war.”

“No, Greta, you must want me! It can’t end like this!” she cried.

“Shut your mouth and quit your sniveling, coward!” I shouted.

Just then, the bedroom door burst open. I spun, quickly taking on a fighting posture. But it was Bryce, equally prepared for a fight! And he was naked, too! What a sight! Both of us naked, ready to pounce on each other, plus a naked woman spread-eagled & handcuffed to the four corners of our bed!

I loved Bryce so much at that moment, that I would have loved to fight him… at least sex-fight with him. But that would have to wait for later, as we had two spies to deal with now. But first, we landed in each other’s arms, caressing madly and kissing as if there were no tomorrow. Finally we came up for air. “I see you’ve ‘captured’ Renate most effectively,” Bryce said lightly, staring intently upon her prone form.

“Uh, yes. I suppose so. How about her partner?”

“She woke a little too soon,” he replied. “She fought well, but dirty. I tied her up very securely to the kitchen chair. She won’t get loose. You know, funny thing… I think she rather liked being tied up!”

“Well, then we have a few moments to spare with this one,” I told him with resolve, leaving no option for him but to obey. I went to the bedroom closet and removed a small box from a secreted compartment.

As I removed a small syringe from the box, Renate screamed, “No, no!! I’ll never tell!! Never!”

I slapped her hard across the face, saying, “Silence 102DD, we’ll hear your full story whether you wish it or not!” I injected her arm and turned to Bryce, “It won’t be long now and you’ll know all of it… all of the truth… not just the portions I thought you could handle.”

“You called her 102DD??” he asked. “Renate is 102DD??”

“Yes, Bryce. You must hear her confession… learn of my innocence…”

“Yes, certainly,” he hesitated. “But I already know of your innocence,” Bryce continued rather meekly. “You told me all those years ago at Thorpe Abbotts while under truth serum. The tale was fanciful, but I believed it… and I believed in you. And now, after all this time, I finally meet 102DD!”

“What… you knew!” I nearly screamed, mad as a hornet, punching him hard on the arm. “She nearly killed me because I thought I needed her alive!”

Just then, Renate began babbling, spewing forth the truth from all those years ago at Thorpe Abbotts. Bryce listened intently, asking questions when necessary to fill in the gaps. Renate spilled everything, including how she’d disobeyed my orders and killed the MI5 agent. Renate wanted to continue and tell of more recent events, but Bryce cut her short, having heard enough.

For the first time, Renate took a close look at Bryce’s naked form, especially his male organ. “Mein Gott!” she cried, still under the influence of the truth serum. “It is no wonder you now work for the West!”

“As you apparently knew all along,” I began, “it was Renate who killed the English counterspy… needlessly, I might add. It was my operation & I had already interrogated him. 102DD exceeded her authority in killing him and was reprimanded by high command, but not nearly enough in my opinion. Apparently, she’s wanted revenge for some time… and was even delighted to find I still lived. But things didn’t quite go her way.”

“All those years ago, and now, too, I might add, my personal code kept me from killing… unless it was the only way to save my own life, which is what I thought when we first fought all those years ago. If you had been a poorer fighter, it would never have come to a life or death struggle between us. But of course now, I now find wrestling to be your most alluring quality,” I told him as I moved close against his body.

But Bryce wasn’t ready for smooch talk. “I had no idea you thought I felt you guilty in the MI5 agent’s death. I had assumed you recalled the interrogation fully,” he apologized, before scolding me in return. “Do you mean to tell me you’ve been suffering under this weight for all of this time? You should have told me sooner!”

“Yes, I should have,” I apologized. “But I couldn’t risk losing you… not after the years we wasted apart! The 102DD story was too fantastic and I had no idea that you already knew!”

“Yes, I can see, but still…”

I silenced him with a kiss and a grope. “Come, darling, let it go. We have each other and a love so deep it can overcome anything,” I whispered passionately.

This time he silenced me with a kiss and a grope. Finally our lips parted, and I continued. “Things have turned out well tonight. Let’s get these two over to the consulate so they can be incarcerated and questioned more fully. I’m sure they have much to tell,” I told him forcefully. “And… let’s hurry! I want to get back here as quickly as we can, because I’m dying to pin your shoulders to the bed and have my way with you.”

“Nein, my darling,” he teased. “It is I who will have my way with you!”

“Think what you will, but it will be your shoulders held to the mattress. And, my powerful thighs will be plying my female organ upon your helpless male organ.”

I liked to taunt Bryce about fighting… it aroused him terribly. But who could tell? With us, it could go either way… on any given night, either of us was capable of defeating & dominating the other.

We gathered up our prisoners and headed for the cottage door and our vehicle outside. Bryce was still edgy about something and soon shared his thoughts. “You know… obviously our covers here are blown. Although these two didn’t know exactly who we were, they did know we were spies… and where we lived. It’s not safe for us here anymore.”

“Yes, I agree,” I replied, uncertain where the conversation was heading.

“Maybe we should retire from the spy business & move back to the states,” he started. “We could lose ourselves somewhere. Maybe even California…”

“I suppose…” I replied uncertainly.

“You know what… I passed through a town I liked a few years ago… name of Cupertino, just outside of San Francisco. I think you’d like it… warm climate, open minded people, maybe even some of them interested in wrestling…” he offered guardedly.

“Sounds nice… maybe I could start a wrestling school for women? Do you think women in Cupertino would like to learn about wrestling?”

“Somehow, I just know they will,” he smiled.

“Maybe I could make ‘instructional’ films,” I replied, getting more excited about the prospects of a female wrestling school, films, etc.

“Yeah, but I think only men would buy them,” Bryce smiled knowingly.

“I suppose… but I bet we could make good money at it!” I told him.

“There’s a thought. I bet we could at that!” he replied.

“Yes!” I exclaimed.” And with that, the decision was made. California had better be ready for the two of us!!

The End

[Author’s note: Any similarity of names used in this story to actual persons was unintentional and purely coincidental.]