By Vulgarian
Tataglia was nearly speechless at the erotic scene he had just witnessed. He made plans to reward Ilsa later. A knock came on the dungeon door. Tataglia walked to the eye slit. “What is it, soldier?”
“Agent Archer’s uniform is ready, sir!” came the reply.
“Excellent, give it to me.” Tataglia took a package through the door and walked excitedly back to Cate.
“Our tailor has made a few adjustments to your suit, Archer. Ilsa, dry her off and we can see how it looks.” Ilsa took a towel off of the wall, and dried her off. Tataglia unlocked her cuffs, and Cate almost fell to the ground. She worked her shoulders a bit to loosen them up and looked in the box. Cate quickly changed into what used to be her uniform. Tataglia wasn’t kidding, it had undergone a few changes. The sleeves had been removed. The front had been cut far lower, any sudden moves and she would pop out. The lower half had been cut away and replaced with an extremely short miniskirt. It barely covered her ass and pussy, and if she bent over there was no modesty at all. At the bottom of the box was a pair of orange matching high heels, which would make her boobs thrust out and the very bottom of her ass show no matter how she stood. “Turn around for us, Cate,” Tataglia encouraged. Cate did a little turn and nearly toppled off of the heels. She felt like a common street tart, but the thought didn’t hold the same revulsion anymore.
“Ms. Archer, I think you’ll be a perfect servant around here!”
As we last left our heroine, Cate had been taken to a new H.A.R.M. outpost
in Western Africa. Capt. Tataglia continued to experiment with H.A.R.M.’s
new sex-slave drug on Cate, and its effects are becoming pronounced. Also,
it seems H.A.R.M.’s chief assassin has fallen into disfavor and joined
Cate as a slave. Will the old rivalry between them heat up or will she
be a useful ally?
October 6th, 1968
H.A.R.M.’s new base, somewhere in Sierra Leone.
Capt. Tataglia felt like his dick was ready to burst. His plans were
coming to fruition faster and far better than he had hoped. The women seemed
eager to please, and their show in the shower was almost too much for him.
Ilsa seemed to be thoroughly broken and the drugs were weakening Archer
for him. He knew how dangerous each of them was, and reminded himself to
be vigilant until he was positive they would not disobey him. He decided
he could hold out until tonight, when he had time to treat Ilsa properly.
As such, he needed to make sure that his base was ready for his dinner
guest. General Nwaubani was to visit tonight, and Tataglia would be making
the necessary negotiations (and bribes) to make sure H.A.R.M.’s activities
were not hindered. ‘The General’s reputation with women precedes him,’
Tataglia thought. ‘Agent Archer should make a good bargaining chip. For
now let’s get her to work.’ Tataglia snapped his fingers at the women,
who were staring at each other; Tataglia couldn’t decide whether it looked
like hate or lust.
“Down to business, ladies. Ms. Ulanov, return to your cell, your services
will not be required until later. Ms. Archer, follow me.” Ilsa nodded subserviently
and hurried into her cell, pulling the door shut behind her. Tataglia locked
it and led Cate to the outer dungeon door. He knocked twice and the eye
slit slid open.
“It’s me, I’m coming out with Archer.”
“Yes, sir.” The bolt unlocked and the door creaked open.
The two of them walked up the stairs back into the mansion. Tataglia’s
men had apparently finished their preparations; the base was operational.
As she was led through the house, Cate quickly looked into rooms, trying
to memorize the layout. The house had many poached animal artifacts lining
the walls. Several African tribal tapestries had been framed; Cate knew
they were likely stolen. Out a window, she glanced the setting sun. The
west wing appeared to be for the guards, she estimated about thirty bunks.
That could mean as many as 60-90 guards sleeping in shifts; she doubted
there were that many, but she would have to plan for it anyway. The east
wing belonged to Tataglia. Cate saw three sets of double doors; she assumed
one of them had to be Tataglia’s office and one of the others his bedroom.
Tataglia turned the corner and led Cate into the dining room. A long oak
table sat in the center, it sat thirty but only two places had been set
at one end. Tataglia turned to address Cate.
“Tonight I am hosting General Nwaubani of the Sierra Leonese army.
You will act as our server. Following our meeting, I imagine he will want
to partake of your services. You will let him, and be enthusiastic about
it. Do you understand?” Tataglia said in a commanding voice.
“Yes, sir.” Cate adopted a submissive face, the last elements of her
independence fighting a losing battle against H.A.R.M.’s drug.
“Good, He will be here any minute. The kitchen is through that door
on the opposite wall. Wait here.” Tataglia turned and left her, and exited
the room. Cate looked out the window and saw several clouds of dust heading
up the road. The General and his entourage would be arriving shortly. Cate
hurried to the kitchen to make sure the food was ready. The cooks had obviously
been working overtime; it was a feast fit for a Roman emperor. Salads,
fine vegetables, and fresh game animals filled the trays. The head chef
shoved the tray of wine into her arms and yelled for her to get moving.
Cate rushed out and filled the glasses. As she headed back into the kitchen,
she heard Tataglia and the General enter and take their seats. Cate led
out the procession of cooks, each toting a tray of the food. Cate distributed
it along the table, and stepped out of the way while the men ate. Their
discussion never mentioned anything useful, they mostly talked about the
fortunes of their favorite soccer teams. Cate refilled their wine glasses
several times each, the two were laughing and joking like old buddies.
The General kept eyeing Cate hungrily; she knew she was to be dessert.
Tataglia saw the lust in his eyes, and “accidentally” knocked his glass
off of the table.
“Ms. Archer, your services are required.” Cate quickly moved to gather
the broken glass off the floor. As she bent over, the General got a full
view of her tits. Tataglia winked at him conspiratorially.
“General Nwaubani, let us adjourn to my office for the discussion of
business. There will be time for recreation afterwards.” The men stood
up to leave. Tataglia leaned over to Cate to whisper into her ear.
“Excellent work, I’ll send for you when it is time.” He roughly pinched
her ass and left the room with Nwaubani. She could tell by the footsteps
that they entered the room at the end of the hallway.
“I have to get in there to figure out their plan for this base, they
must have schematics in there somewhere,” she thought. Not wanting to be
forced to use any of Tataglia’s dungeon equipment, Cate hurried to clear
the table.
***
Cate received her own dinner in silence. Once again the food was horrid,
despite the abundance of leftovers. After nearly an hour, a private came
to tell Cate it was time. The soldier took her to Tataglia and Nwaubani
who were standing in the hallway outside Tataglia’s office. The two smoked
fine Cuban cigars and laughed at some private joke they had shared. Tataglia
put his arm around, Nwaubani and gestured towards the subservient Cate.
“As per our agreement, she is yours for the night. Should she prove
satisfactory, we can arrange for further rendezvous’.” Tagalia shot her
a look that said ‘Remember your orders.’
“Well, Captain, she will certainly be enough for the time being.” Nwaubani
roared with laughter at his own joke. “It has been a long day, and I shall
retire if we are concluded here.”
“Absolutely, your room is behind those doors.” Tataglia pointed to
the first set of doors, at the opposite end of the hallway from his office.
Nwaubani crooked his arm, allowing Cate to take it. He led her through
the doors into the guest bedroom. The room was huge. A large oil painting
of the Savannah nearly covered one wall. There was an African shield on
the wall, flanked by two daggers. Cate knew that could be useful later.
A large bed dominated the room, made up with expensive silk sheets, they
had spared no expense to get this man’s cooperation. There was a small
breakfast table and chair set, flanked by a well-stocked mini-bar. Nwaubani
cracked a bottle of Jack Daniels and poured two glasses. He sat down and
studied her over the rim of her glass. Cate grabbed her glass and took
it all down in one gulp. Nwaubani raised an eyebrow, impressed. The bitter
taste made her gag, but she the wetness forming in her crotch. Unbeknownst
to her, the drug in her dinner was starting to take its effect.
“You drink like a professional.” Nwaubani remarked.
“I grew up in pubs, General. I drink with breakfast.” Cate countered.
Cate sized the General up. His skin was black as midnight, and Cate
could see powerful muscles moving under his shirt. His hands were calloused
and scarred, unlike most of the appointed Generals in the Sierra Leonese
army, this man had seen combat. He pulled his tie off and threw it into
the corner. Cate could see a bulge forming under his uniform trousers.
Cate practically salivated at the size of it. She climbed into his chair,
straddling his waist. She grabbed the whiskey out of his hand and finished
it for him, giving him a dirty smile.
“You are as eager as the Captain promised.” Nwauibani returned her
smile.
“This is only the beginning.” With that she grabbed the sides of his
head and gave him a deep, aggressive kiss. Their tongues wrestled furiously.
Nwaubani reached behind her back and drew down the zipper of her suit.
Slowly the top loosened and slid down her tits. She wiggled out of the
suit and broke the kiss. Cate braced the breasts with her hands and offered
them to his face. Nwaubani lunged for her breasts. He would lick slow circles
around her nipples, then playfully tug on them with his teeth. Cate moaned
appreciatively, the General was certainly an expert at this. Cate rocked
back and forth on his crotch, humping the bulge in his pants. Nwaubani
was losing his mind, this bitch was best best piece of ass he had had in
a long time. Whatever that captain wanted in return for her, he would have
without question! If this drug he had mentioned could do this to the best
spy in the world, he could name his price to any horny man in the world.
Cate climbed off of him and kneeled before the chair, she noticed that
she had soaked his pants with her juices. Cate slowly pulled down his zipper
and unbuckled his belt, taking her time and loving the reaction the teasing
was causing on his face. She abruptly grabbed his pants and dragged them
down to his ankles. His olive army boxers soon followed, releasing a monster
cock. Cate was in shock; it was nearly as long as her forearm and extremely
wide around. She hesitantly grabbed it with her hands.
“Don’t worry, it won’t bite unless you ask for it.” Nwaubani sneered.
Cate took it as a personal challenge. She closed her eyes and forced
her mouth down on the shaft. Every inch was a struggle. Cate relaxed her
throat and fought the gag reflex. Halfway there! Cate felt the head moving
down her throat. She grabbed his butt for support and pulled him in deeper.
Nwaubani let out a long animalistic groan of pleasure. Nwaubani gently
pushed down on her head forcing it down the rest of the way. Finally Cate
felt his pubic hairs on her nose, she had done it! A charge ran through
her pussy with the accomplishment.
“God woman, no one has ever pulled that off before! You are certainly
a prize to be had!”
Cate pulled off his dick, her mouth made a loud slurping sound as the
dick slid out. Her hands pumped up and down the shaft, greased by her saliva.
She let the head slide out of her mouth and paused to lick the underside
a few times, eliciting another long moan from the general. She started
to suck down on the top of his dick again, but he interrupted her, pulling
her head off his dick.
“You do that again and I’m going to blow in your mouth, and I want
that pussy of yours!”
Nwaubani grabbed Cate’s shoulders and dragged her to her feet. Nwaubani
pulled her over to the bed and roughly threw her on top of it as easily
as he would a child. Cate crawled to the head of the bed and lay down,
spreading her legs to him. She reached down with one had and spread her
nether lips, beckoning him with the other hand, the devilish smile returning
to her face. Nwaubani grunted and charged onto the bed after her. He quickly
guided his cock to the entrance of her dripping cunt. He forced his cock
in and buried himself to the hilt. His cockhead ran right over her g-spot,
sending her into new waves of ecstacy. Nwaubani fucked her as if possessed.
Cate wrapped her legs around his back and held on for dear life. The pressure
built as the two screwed like animals, the headboard nearly broke in half
from the pounding it took. As Cate was pushed over the edge, she reared
her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs. The orgasm was the
most intense she had ever experienced, in fact every one of her orgasms
was better than the last. Her pussy gripped Nwaubani’s cock so tightly
that he blew himself, jetting his load into her cunt. Nwaubani wavered
a little bit and let out a small sigh of victory before collapsing onto
Cate’s chest and falling asleep. Cate stared up at the ceiling for a few
minutes, regaining her composure. She gently pushed him off her, she could
tell by the liquor on his breath that he was going to be out for hours.
“I have to get into Tataglia’s office, then I can find out what he
intends for this base and report in.” Cate thought as she slipped back
into her suit. “Better leave the heels, no way to be sneaky in those things.”
Cate opened the door to the hall, and peeked down both directions.
She had to pull her head back abruptly as a guard turned the corner.
“Ok, not that way.”
Cate tried the window and found it opened easily. A small ledge ran
around the building past the window to the office, but to get there she
would have to go right by Tataglia’s window. Cate climbed on the ledge,
gently closing the window behind her so the breeze would not awaken Nwaubani.
She edged slowly along the small ledge, but Tataglia’s bedroom window was
between her and the office. She peeked in the window, the curtains were
open and she could see the spectacle inside. Tataglia’s bedroom was larger
then the guest room she had exited, but Cate’s eyes were immediately drawn
to the bed. Ilsa was on the bed on her knees, her face buried in the pillows.
Tataglia had her hands cuffed behind her back. Tataglia raping her from
behind, each of his thrusts making her face and breasts slide along the
sheets into the mass of pillows. He was giving her a hard time of it, her
ass was covered in red handprints from Tataglia’s spanking. He let out
a steady stream of insults in his native Italian. Cate felt herself growing
wet again at the sight, and nearly climbed in to join them. Then she remembered
why she was on the ledge in the first place and kept moving.
“I will have to get my hands on that John Thomas again someday.” Cate
was stunned with herself for even thinking it. She forced off visions of
sucking Tataglia off and crept to his office window. A quick glance inside
told her the coast was clear. The window opened easily, in his arrogance,
Tataglia had never even locked it. Cate climbed inside and drew the curtains
closed behind her. She clicked on the desk lamp. Most of Tataglia’s personal
effects were still in boxes, he hadn’t had time arrange them himself. His
file cabinets had been set up, however, and Cate pulled the first drawer
open. As she scanned the headings, a folder marked “Subject Archer” caught
her attention and she took it over to the desk. She opened her mouth in
shock at the contents. They had pictures of her dating back weeks; most
worrisome was a shot of her donning her parachute the night she dropped
onto Tataglia’s island.
“How could they have known…” Cate racked her brain. “The crew wasn’t
briefed until takeoff…The Italians had no idea I was even coming…the only
one who knew was…” Cate refused to accept the possibility, but every scenario
she could come up with came back to a single man. “Mr. Jones sold me out…”
Cate frantically read through the rest of the file, trying to prove it
wasn’t true. Her fears were confirmed when she found a transcript of a
communiqué from UNITY:
Subject Archer knows location of Mediterranean base.
ETA is 2330 hours on 2 October.
She will prove an excellent subject for our test.
SWORDSMAN OUT.
Cate felt tears forming in her eyes. Swordsman was Mr. Jones’ call sign, she was holding proof in her hands that he had sold her out…left her to this madman. She replaced the file folder and closed the file cabinet. She felt her knees weaken and she leaned on the cabinet for support. She sobbed uncontrollably, she had never felt so alone and desperate before. Cate gasped as she heard footsteps outside the door. Cate ducked behind the desk as the lock slowly turned over…
END OF PART 3.