| Tyler and Johnson walked into the holding cells as soon as they had their orders. There, in the largest cell, Tyler saw her as she stood proudly with hands on hips. She was gorgeous, there was no doubt. Certainly the hottest, and youngest, enemy agent he had ever seen. He certainly wasn't about to complain about this assignment, or the manner in which he was instructed to carry it out.
Reportedly she had been caught breaking into the instillation less than an hour before. For whatever reason, she had been expected and a trap had been set. The girl, Jesse, had been captured without incident and tossed into the brig. Tyler's superior had said that he wanted more than information out of the teen-aged agent, and he was now beginning to understand what.
"Which one of you guys wants to come over here and scratch my back?" She had sidled up to the bars as sexily as she could sway that tight young body of hers. He watched her stretch in that skin-tight black leather, her hands on the bars as she puffed out her lips in a pout, blinking those doe-like eyes. "Please?" She cooed. He just wanted to teach her a lesson all the more for it. Johnson, the other guard, was really going for it, he could tell. They watched her twirl her shoulder-length raven hair in her fingers and let those fingers slide off of her breast as she brought her hand back down to the bars. Johnson sure was getting fooled by that bullshit naivety. He had to get to her first.
"All right, sweetheart," said Tyler. "I know how to scratch a girl's back. But we have to make sure you don't scratch ours too hard. Give me your hand," he said, bringing out a set of cuffs. Tyler watched her eyes as they made that momentary jump from his, to the cuffs, to Johnson, and back to him, sizing him up. She held out her hand, her expression back to a pout as she looked up through long lashes. Tyler waited.
"Why don't you come inside to scratch it. It's a really baaaad itch."
Tyler stopped at the cell door and smiled. "All right," he said. He slammed one open end of the cuffs closed onto the upper connecting bar and left them hanging. "I'll unlock the door if you'll step back, and Johnson can, uh, scratch your back."
Johnson grinned back at Tyler and strode forward toward the cage the sexy Jesse was in. Tyler turned and pulled Johnson's ear to him, keeping his eyes on the girl as he whispered to him, and then let him continue to the cage. Jesse stepped back as the keys came out and the cell door unlocked. The bars swung open and Johnson stepped in.
"Turn around, babe, and hold back your hand."
"You're really gonna cuff me, just to scratch my back," she asked, then turned her long back and shapely leather-clad ass to them and held her arm out and behind her. She was watching him move towards her just over her shoulder, just as Tyler had figured. Jesse made her move the moment Johnson was in range. She moved to kick, her body coming around to take Johnson in the face with a boot. But Tyler's arm was already through the bars and grabbing for her wrist, pinning it to the bars, the pre-warned and ducking form of Johnson then popped up and pinned her back against the metal. The hanging cuffs were closed over her slight wrist as she squealed in anger, and Johnson pinned her other wrist up on the bars. Tyler finished the job quick, knowing this girl was more than she seemed and potentially dangerous, flipping out another pair of cuffs and effectively binding her to the cage.
Jesse screamed in defiance, angered as she struggled against her crucifixion to the bars. Tyler grabbed her ass through the metal barriers. He took his time sauntering into the cell, watching her grit her teeth and kick out while Johnson used his own cuffs to bind each ankle in the same manner.
"Did you really think we were going to fall for that, bitch? All that long-lash bullshit might fool some dumbass security officer, but I knew what you were up to. Who do you think you are, 'Dark Angel' or some shit? Nuh uh, sweetie, I was on to you. We've caught ourselves a tiger, not a pussycat. Still, I think we can break her, eh, Johnson."
She was now bound, spread-eagle to the bars, her young breasts heaving against the leather vest, her teeth barred in frustration. Tyler came up to her and stroked her cheek, but after the first bite attempt, and then the barely-missed head butt, Tyler remembered his first insights into this girl with vivid clarity. He took some cord and wrapped it under chin and tied it to the bar above her, tight enough to keep her head in place, able to breath so long as she didn't struggle.
"Helpless," Tyler said to her. Jesse sobbed one last muffled cry of frustration at her predicament and then seemed to realize the true position she was in. Terror filled her big brown eyes as Tyler's hands roved down her body. "Yup, helpless as a little girl should be, and alllll mine. But don't worry, I'll share you with Johnson too. We've got time."
"Fuck you," she managed through her clenched jaw. "I'll kick your asses when I get out of this."
"Whatever," Tyler replied, and unzipped the leather vest, revealing her small, soft breasts cupped high by a black satin bra. Tyler wasted no time in his desire to see the rest of the young Philly. He pulled his biggest knife from his side and cut the vest free. Johnson quickly got the idea, unzipping her leather pants and working them off with his own blade. "Careful not to cut her... unless she moves, of course."
The two guards stepped back to look at their handiwork. The former vixen/spy was now bound by ankles and wrists, cuffed to the cell bars she was left standing tiptoe in heeled boots to keep the rope at her neck from choking her. Her skin was dusky and taut on firm limbs and tight abs. She struggled in vain at the cuffs but was careful not to move too much. A black satin pushup bra and matching black thong with string sides made for a complete picture of utterly sexy young firmness at their disposal.
"Damn," said Johnson. "That's hot. What are you, babe, nineteen? It'll be like fucking a dark-haired version of Sarah Michelle Geller. I think I'll call you 'Buffy'"
"That is pretty damn hot bod you got there, Sweetheart. Stand back, Johnson. I'm pulling rank."
Jesse's eyes grew wide in horror as Tyler stripped his fatigues off, standing before her proudly with bulging muscles and washboard abs, a huge bulge evident at the front of his boxers. He ran his hands down her neck, to her uplifted breasts, kneading the soft roundness through the satin, moving his fingers down her own flat stomach and cupping the mound of her sex which swelled against the tight panties. He licked her pert cleavage with his long tongue and grinned at her menacingly.
"Kitty-cat," said Tyler, "I'm going to do things to your body so devilish for so long that you won't know when one orgasm stops and the next begins." His fingers began to rub up and down her mound, over and over as he reached to squeeze her left nipple to hardness through her bra. "I'm going to torture you for hours in whatever way I want, and when I'm through you'll beg me not to stop." Her violently pulled the left side of bra down, exposing her round breast as he again grabbed it and twisted the dark nipple. "Johnson, we're gonna make this angel so hot she'll be coming in heaving spasms. But she's not in the mood yet, and we don't have ALL week. Go get the operating tools, would you?"
Johnson smiled and left the room as Tyler flicked Jesse's nipple with his tongue. She breathed hard through clenched teeth as sweat began to bead on her skin, writhing against the cuffs.
Tyler walked around Jesse, outside of the cell to the other side of the bars. "Man, look at that ass. That is beautiful." He ran his finger down her arm, through the bars and around to cup her chin as his other hand slid down the small of her back, over the string of her thong, to the dark skin of her perfectly curved ass. "I can't wait to fuck the shit out of it." With that he slapped her buttock soundly and listened to her struggle against the choke cord. He again reached through the bars on either side of her and ran his palms down her young skin. Stomach so toned, sides so soft, thighs stretched taut from the spread-eagle bondage, back up to her breasts as he cupped them and caressed them as he whispered into her ear. His voice became menacing. "We will break you, little girl. You can't escape. You can't stop us. You can't stop the fear, or the heat, or the things we're going to do you. And when we're done, I'm going to fuck you again, and make you do things you would never do, and you'll like it." He undid the back of her bra and ran one finger down her spin to her ass, and then licked her cheek. Jesse sobbed once.
Tyler knelt behind her and pulled the back of her thong aside, his face delving between her ass cheeks. He licked at her ass and pussy lips, but she thrust her hips forward, slightly out of reach. "No, kitty, I know you don't like to get wet, but you ARE going to enjoy this, whether you like it or not. Now come back here, bitch!" He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back against the cell bars, his tongue licking up between her thighs from behind.
Johnson came back in, wheeling a cart into the cell. He started placing cuffs and chains onto the bunk bed's bars and preparing a syringe as Tyler continued to tease Jesse's rear. She squirmed and writhed, pulling at the cuffs and clenching her fists. The sweat began to stick the dark curls around her face to her skin.
"It's ready," Johnson said, holding the needle upright.
Tyler stood up and walked back around inside of the cell. He just looked at Jesse, fiddling with the bra that still hung from her shoulders, just barely covering her breasts. "We're gonna have fun now." He smiled again. "I'll hold her, you administer the drug."
Jesse jerked and fought against them, heedless of the bindings or the loop at her neck, but the two men just pressed her against the bars and held her arm tightly as Johnson pricked her with the long needle and plunged the torture drug into her veins. "Let go of me, you pricks!" She grunted and heaved, but to no avail.
"Done!" Johnson pulled the syringe free and both men stood back. Jesse screamed defiance and wriggled, shaking her shoulder-length locks around her angel-like face.
The girl soon began to struggle less and less, obviously growing tired or intoxicated as she began to swoon against the bonds. Tyler reached up and cut the cord at her throat, but let her finish her struggles until she finally hung limply, her long lashes covering her half-closed eyes. The drug was in her system.
"Mmmm, baby, look what you get for dinner." Tyler dropped his boxers to the floor, and pulled out his huge, swollen member. He moved forward, closer to her, body to body, his hands slipping up beneath the loosened bra to cup both mounds as he nuzzled her neck. His teeth bit at her ear lobe as he whispered to her in husky tones. "Jesse, my little angel. You're so young and beautiful. You can't get away from me now. I'm going to make you come over and over and over. I'm going to make you mine. And then I'm going to share you with the whole squad." Her head fell forward, her full lips trembled, and then Jesse whimpered as Tyler tugged at her ear with tongue and teeth as his fingers tweaked her swollen nipples to a rock hard state.
Johnson undid the ankle cuffs as Tyler did likewise with her wrists. Jesse slumped forward, the satin bra slipping off at last, revealing full, round tits with dark, half-dollar sized nipples. The two men moved the girl to the bunk face down, cuffing her wrists behind her back. She sobbed quietly as their hands roamed over her body. Tyler couldn't resist running fingers under the straps of her panties and over the hips and ass of the young girl.
"A spy who fails like you should be brought to her knees." Tyler ran long tongue strokes between her ass cheeks and up her back, still rubbing her pussy through the satin panties. "C'mon, baby, I'm gonna get you hot and wet and ready." His other hand reached up her side and under her body, once again smoothing over her breasts. "You're just a big tease, I'll bet. I'll tease you're body 'till you can't stand it anymore, and then I'll fuck every hole."
Johnson had stripped down as well, his own engorged member at the ready. "Turning that slut on shouldn't take too long, not with that new formula I stuck her with anyways."
"Not yet, man. Bring the cart over here. Start rubbing her down with that oil, the heating one. Just squirt a ton on and rub everywhere you can get your hands on."
A generous amount of the hot oil splashed onto Jesse's lower back and ass, drops of it sliding down between her legs. She moaned and whimpered again, squirming as the heating agent took effect and Johnson started running his hands over her back and shoulders, all the while Tyler's finger incessantly rubbing at her pussy through the black thong. Johnson's cock rubbed across her face and hair as he reached further to work the oils into her back.
"Fuck," said Jesse between panting gasps, "it's hot. Please... please stop."
Over and over, hands rubbed the hot oils into Jesse's skin while she choked back moans and sobs, her head rolling back in forth deliriously while her body temperature rose. Fingers worked the oils into her back, her ass, her thighs, reached back to her calves and feet. Tyler turned her on her side, still kneeling behind her spread legs. He worked the oils onto her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers. The sweat had plastered her hair to her face and Johnson pulled some of it aside to massage oil into her shoulders, her dark lashes concealing her eyes. Her parted lips gave forth sighs and heaving gasps as her panties began to soak through with her juices.
"Yes, that's it. I know you want it. You're so wet, kitty-kat."
"Unnghhh... no... no," their captive sighed. "God, what did you do to me?"
"Nothing compared to what we're going to do, babe," Johnson replied, his cock tip smearing pre-cum across her cheek as he groped her ass with more of the oils.
"Not until she begs for it. C'mon, kitty," taunted Tyler, "tell me you want to come. Tell me you want my big cock in you." He rolled her back onto her face, her cuffed hands still bound behind her, clenching and unclenching in frustrated ecstasy.
"No. Oh God, please... stop, it burns. Ah! Stop..."
Tyler's right hand never stopped rubbing her aroused sex through the satin. He pulled at last at the thong, sliding it down off of her tight ass, then cutting it free as he reached down and lightly stroked the soaked outer lips of her sex.
"Ooooh, god, no..."
"Now," Tyler said to his fellow guard, "the ice."
Johnson brought several cubes over to the bunk. When the first melted drop hit the teen's back her whole body shuddered. The two men then ran ice cubes down her spine, over her back and ass, melting them on her hot, naked skin, soaking her already shining body. She squirmed anew as the men continued to slide cubes over her and rub her shivering pussy lips.
"Aaahh! Oh my God... Please... Please..."
Tyler still palmed her mound slowly, and began to enter one finger into her inviting cunt, then pulling it free. "Please what, Kitty? What do you want me to do?"
Johnson held Jesse's head by the hair as he dangled his hard cock before her languorous eyes and parting, pouty lips. Tyler tapped lightly at her clit while running another ice cube over her asshole and the dimples at the small of her back. She squirmed back and forth on her belly, tilting her pelvis up further for more contact with the hands and bodies that teased her senses so horribly. Her feet dangled up in the air, her toes clenching.
"Please... please, oh god, please put it... in... me!"
Tyler grabbed Jesse's ankles and spread her legs wide, then slammed his hard cock into her slurping pussy at last. He grunted his own enjoyment as he easily entered her up to the hilt.
"AHHH! Nooo," she screamed, but her pussy lips grabbed hungrily at Tyler's dick and squeezed. Her fists pulled at the cuffs as her back muscles tightened and beads of sweat coursed off her hair. Johnson grinned and shoved his own member into her full mouth. The girl groaned around the huge throbbing pole.
Tyler began pumping her, fucking her intensely, stroking back and forth in long sweeps as he squeezed the slippery wet muscles of her tight back and ass. He took another ice cube from the tray and began to force it into her puckering ass while Johnson began fucking the girl's face, yelling at her to suck it. "I'll make her choke on it," grunted Tyler. "I told you, bitch, spies who fail should be on their knees!" He grabbed her hips and forced her onto her knees again, changing his own position to continue fucking her doggy style while she lay face down, forced to slurp Johnson's offending cock.
Tyler worked another fast-melting cube into the young spy's ass and followed it up with his finger, working it in and out while his other hand grabbed her ass cheek, his throbbing member now pounding away at her soaking cunt. The girl sobbed and moaned in muffled tones as she took the two dicks in from either end.
Jesse's body spasmed and jerked as she came violently, screaming around Johnson's manhood. He pulled free from her scraping teeth as she gasped and moaned. "OoOHH, Ooohh, OOHHHHH!!" Tyler pumped at her pussy faster as she came in great heaves, her head turning to the side, her mouth a great 'O' as she gasped for breath against the unrelenting orgasm. Her skin shivered and her hair stuck to her face over her eyes, and she struggled uselessly against the cuffs. Tyler pumped fuck after fuck into her squirting pussy, slamming against her boney ass while holding her weakening hips up. He moaned his own satisfaction aloud, plunging one cock-jerk of cum into her hot cunt, then pulling free to send jets of his load onto her back and ass, watching it run off of her tight, dark skin.
Jesse collapsed onto her side, but Tyler would not relent. He turned her onto her back, careless of her pinned arms beneath her and the still sticky jizm all over her. He plunged back into her wet pussy, grasping her nipples hard as he again began to pound away. Johnson tilted her head back and replaced his cock, again commanding her to suck.
Jesse's mind seemed lost to the lustful commands of the two guards, her body willingly responding to each indignity. She sucked hard on Johnson's huge member until he came in great hot loads down her throat and across her lips and face. She came again, panting heavily as the warm cum dripped down her chin and Tyler's fucking became harder again.
Tyler stopped just before she could come again. He pulled free and rolled her soaked, limp body over and grasped her bound hands as he worked his swollen dick into her ass. She moaned at first, then approached screaming as he worked each inch of himself deeper into her ass, the clenching cheeks tight around him as he again entered to the hilt.
"Uunnggahh.. ahh, GOD," she screamed and moaned as he pulled back and pistoned into the clenching asshole again, slowly working towards a faster rhythm. "No, please stop... it hurts... ahhh!"
"Hurts so good," grunted Tyler from behind her. "Baby, you're so damn tight here. That virgin ass was just begging for this."
When she screamed again Tyler knew she was coming, her body shuddering again, and he came inside her, pulling free to let the second jerk of cum spurt onto her, surprised to see it spunk up to her shoulders and back.
Jesse lay there, her body heaving as she breathed and rivulets of sweat, oil, and water cascaded off of her. Johnson lay on the floor beside the bunk, his head against the wall topped by a self-satisfied smile. But Tyler, still wiping cum onto the girl's ass, was nowhere near finished, and was meanwhile formulating new ideas of perversion to perform on the girl. He rested a few moments, watching her breathing slow somewhat, before getting up from the bunk.