97D: Ex-Spy versus Ex-Spy, by Gark

Part 5 in the 97D saga, as told from 97D’s point of view

[Setting: England, January 1952, at 97D’s old lair, somewhere northeast of London on the road to Billingford.]

I struggled against the ropes that held me tightly to the chair as Agent 11 approached with the syringe full of truth serum. I gathered my wits. Having my elbows tied tightly together behind the chair greatly accentuated my most prominent features, and taking a deep breath would emphasize my large, naked breasts even more for my Amerikaner captor. “Please, it doesn’t have to be this way. I’m sure we can come to some sort of an ‘arrangement’,” I pleaded.

“Oh really,” he replied. “And just what might that be?”

“I can tell you everything you wish… without the drug. Just release me and wrestle with me once more. If you defeat me again, I’ll tell you everything freely.”

I took another deep breath and my breasts surged forth… Agent 11 was absolutely captivated by my breasts. It was obvious from the bulge in his underwear, which was all of his clothing that remained. We were both naked, save for our underwear. “Come… caress my body… I know you wish it. Just imagine how good it would feel to wrestle me once more.”

[Certainly this was a ‘what if?’ game Bryce and I liked to play. But it was made all the more real in this cottage, the very place we had battled originally. On our way back to the ‘states’ for our retirement from the spy business, we’d decided to take a few extra days in England and check out the old cottage where so much had transpired. To our amazement, the cottage was deserted and the inside untouched since we’d taken our leave. Even the rope and chair were unchanged. It was too good an opportunity to let pass. So, we decided to play this ‘game, as we had many times before.’ I’d even put my long blond hair into pigtails, as it had been back then when we’d first fought.]

Agent 11 set the syringe on the kitchen counter and came closer, choosing to once again straddle my legs and sit upon my thighs facing me in the chair. His hands were once again upon my breasts, caressing and fondling. I felt the presence of his enormous rod just inches from my abdomen. The temperature between my thighs shot up uncontrollably. Just who was seducing whom?

“That doesn’t sound like a very good ‘arrangement’ to me. I can get all of your information, anyway. What’s really in it for me?” he asked.

“It should be obvious! Look at the way you’re attracted to my body! You know you want to untie me and wrestle once again… and this time, it could be in the nude…” I teased, breathing deeply so my breasts rubbed against his bare chest.

“Hmm, very tempting, very tempting indeed. But still, all I have to do is inject you with truth serum, extract your secrets and then have my way with you, anyway” he teased, obviously wanting more.

“You know this is what we both want… Just set me free and we can wrestle together naked!” I exclaimed.

Eleven was clearly torn by the temptation. I decided to enhance my proposal. “Alright Amerikaner, how about this offer? Like I said before, if you win, I’ll answer all your questions most willingly. And… I’ll even answer questions you would not know to ask… and… and… I’ll defect!”

“A tempting offer indeed,” replied Eleven. “But what happens if you should win?”

“You’ll release me of course! And, without me answering any questions.”

“Too much… you get too much for winning. After all, I can still get most of the information with truth serum.”

But I knew he was nearly hooked. All I needed was one more enticement… maybe a sexual one. “Perhaps even higher stakes would be of interest. If you win, in addition to my defection and all of my information, I will be your very willing and eager sex slave until such time as you turn me over to the authorities…

“And…” he asked curiously.

I had him now! “And if I win, you will be my sex slave until sunrise!”

“No weapons of any sort, secret or otherwise,” he asked eagerly. “Nude, nonstop until a submission is won by one of us?”

I had him now! “Yes, on my honor!” I extolled. “No whips, special bras, or whatever. Just the two of us… wrestling naked.”

“Done! You have a deal!” he smiled.

Eleven reached around behind me, wrapping his arms around my body, to untie my bonds. His chest pressed hard against my warm and eager breasts. Perhaps the seduction was mutual. But a deal had been struck, and I meant to keep my part of it.

Eleven stood, allowing me to rise. I stood up and slowly dropped my light pink panties to the floor while he watched, my golden pubic thatch exposed to this man for the first time.

And then it was his turn. My eyes could hardly believe the sight of his huge pecker. It was enormous… and hard as a rock!! I gulped hard and steeled my determination to defeat this man… this very big man!

“Don’t be too certain of yourself,” I told him as we circled warily. “My feminine wiles can be most tempting. I doubt you’ll last long against my power.”

“Don’t you be so certain, yourself,” Eleven replied confidently. “I’m not without wiles, either,” motioning towards his slowly swaying eleven-inch pecker.

“I’ll grant you that. The battle will be most interesting…” I taunted, continuing to circle. “We fight until submission… when one of us confesses the other to be their superior. Come, let’s have at it!”

That was all it took. We shot towards each other, crashing into the other at chest level. My breasts smashed against his chest as his engorged rod smashed hard against my abdomen. I gasped and groaned at the contact as we began our struggle. I would need all of my skills, wrestling and otherwise, to defeat this man!

We twisted and turned, struggling hard to overpower the other. I pressed my thigh firmly against his enlarged manhood and the gasp he emitted confirmed my suspicions. Although I’d have preferred a straight wrestling match, I realized that this man could be taken at the sexual level. But that was acceptable… very acceptable indeed!

I pressed my advantage forcing him against a wall where I could work on his pecker more easily. But I was unprepared when his thigh pressed firmly upon my womanhood. Now it was my turn to gasp as he retaliated fully, raising the temperature between my thighs even further. Perhaps he thought I could be taken sexually, too. Suddenly I wasn’t so sure of my chances. But my freedom depended on it!

Our stance was unstable and soon we tumbled to the floor, flying apart. Eleven was too fast, capturing me from behind in a reverse bearhug, his arms cinched tightly about me just beneath my breasts. I knew the arm position was no accident as he lifted me high in the air and my breasts flailed against his arms as he squeezed the breath from my lungs. As he held me in the air, I flailed my legs around trying to make it more difficult for him. Then I grabbed at his arms, trying to pry them loose, but he just kept squeezing. Fortunately, he couldn’t hold me in the air indefinitely, and my legs finally touched ground. I tripped him and we both fell backwards to the floor, the bearhug finally broken.

My chest ached, and at this point I had no desire to get to my feet to face him. Eleven lay there on his back, worn from the exertion of the lift. I rolled over on top of him from the side and stuck my breasts in his face. He quickly twisted his head to the side again while I secured his right arm between my thighs. His other arm pushed against my face, trying to prevent me from the smother hold. I finally got control of his arm, but then his left leg came up and I decided to take advantage, grabbing it for a cradle hold. I tried to press my breasts on him again, but his arm was free once more and he managed to prevent it. Still, Eleven was at a distinct disadvantage!

Unfortunately, I’d forgotten about his right arm that I’d conveniently tucked between my thighs. What a mistake!! His hand suddenly found my womanhood and I gasped at the intimate contact. This man really knew how to sex fight!

There was little I could do but release him and roll free myself. “Not bad, Amerikaner, not bad at all,” I applauded.

“I’m no pushover, 97D. By the end, I’ll have you begging for mercy.”

We moved together more warily this time, looking for that perfect hold. But Eleven fooled me by going for the simplest of opening moves. His arm was around my thigh before I knew it and I was tripping and stumbling backwards trying not to fall. But I couldn’t help it and soon found myself flat on my back with Eleven on top of me mauling my body as he secured his position astride my waist. His huge pecker was pressed against the cleavage between my breasts as his hands found mine. Soon he was leaning forward, holding my arms to the floor above my head. I raised my legs trying to hook them under his armpits. He released my hands, instead grabbing my legs. Eleven held fast, leaning forward and twisting my legs fiercely over my head. It hurt like hell, but my hands were free…

I grabbed hold of his pecker and stroked feverishly, eventually steering the tip of it towards my lips. All it took was one lick. Eleven gasped loudly and then flung himself off me.

“Very resourceful 97D, very resourceful indeed,” he rasped hoarsely.

“I’m not without resources, Eleven. By the end, it’ll be you begging for mercy.”

Before Eleven could rise, I shoved him back down again, this time between my legs. To my surprise, I clamped down on his waist & rock hard pecker with my thighs - a pecker lock… what a novelty! Regardless, I squeezed firmly upon his manly rod. He gasped in pain, but quickly inserted his arm between my legs to reduce the pressure on his pecker. I squeezed and tortured him there as long as I could, but he managed to twist free and rise to his knees. My thighs were still locked about his waist, but his pecker now threatened my womanhood. Perhaps I should just envelop his rod now and see which one of us was the stronger sex. But I wasn’t too certain which of us that would be…

Suddenly my legs were off him and over my head, where they touched the floor. Eleven rested upon my body, his rod firmly pressed against my womanhood. The pain and the strain were incredible. I hurt everywhere, stretched to the limit, but then there was his rod… pressed firmly against my most sensitive area…

Finally I buckled over sideways and Eleven transformed the hold into a cradle pin. But I was determined to have my revenge. My right hand lay beneath him as he held me down. I soon latched onto his rod in a solid grip with my thumb near its tip. I used my thumb to stroke the tip of his pecker. Eleven tried to twist away and free himself, but my grip was too strong. I followed his roll and continued stroking his rod.

Finally his hands pulled mine free of him as we lay on our sides facing each other. As our hands continued to struggle, our bodies pressed together and our legs entwined naturally. I pressed my right thigh between his and firmly upon his male rod. Unfortunately, his right thigh found its way to my crotch and I was soon feeling pleasurable sensations. I looked him square in the eyes, and he met my stare equally. We would battle this way for I time. I rolled him over, and then he rolled me over. We traded advantage continuously, constantly pressing our thigh upon the other’s sexuality.

It was some time before either of us was willing to release the other, but finally we twisted free of each other.

I lunged between his thighs, my body now securely held in his grip. But diving into a waist scissors hadn’t been my plan. I grabbed hold of his pecker with my free hand and steered it towards my mouth. At the first lick, Eleven realized he was in trouble. But I wasn’t about to let him go easily. I held tight and continued to work on his pecker. He grabbed at my breasts, but could do little else for a time. Finally, he managed to roll over on top of me in the opposite direction, effectively forcing my hands and lips free of his rod.

But his head was dangerously close to my thighs! I clamped Eleven in a head scissors. But as he rolled to the side, his legs soon clamped about my head. We were in a 69 position each trapped in the other’s head scissors. I soon felt his tongue on my privates. Eleven’s arms were wrapped about my thighs and I knew I wouldn’t easily get free. I realized I must do the same to him or lose our battle here and now. I in turn wrapped my arms about his thighs and begin suckling upon his rod. He gasped at the contact, as I in turn squealed from the delights of his tongue.

Who would outlast the other? I had to prevail! I redoubled my efforts, as did he. I could barely contain myself! But then… then… Eleven screamed in pleasure, squirting wildly. I wasted no time while he writhed there, pushing him onto his back and straddling his face with my thighs. His eyes went big as my womanhood prepared to resume contact with his tongue.

“Do you submit, Agent 11?” I asked, knowing he had little choice, held firmly as he was. I had control of both of his hands with mine. He had no choice. I could hold him like this for days if need be.

“Yes Agent 97D, I submit before your power,” he replied. “Now, do with me what you will, at least until sunrise.”

“Yes slave, I believe I will. Now for your first duties, as we are right now, pleasure me until I say otherwise.”

I had a most excellent time with my slave for many hours that night. But eventually, the sun rose and our magic time ended.

[I smiled at my dear Bryce and said, “Looks like I go free this time…”

“There’s always hope next time…” he replied.

“Yes, there is that,” I countered. “Perhaps you will prove stronger on your native soil…” By the way, I’ve been thinking about the name I should use from now on… something American sounding, you know. How about Rosemary?”

“Sounds fine to me. I’ll need a new identity, too. I’m thinking of Bradley… Bradley Lorenz. What do you think?”

“Oh, that sounds wonderful! But let’s see, that would make me…”]

The End (but definitely to be continued)

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