mission briefing

It was late and Rebecca had not been pleased to have been called in by control. She was half way through a dinner date when her mobile had rung.

After some very lame excuses she soon found herself in the briefing room.

The main computer was displaying one simple message.

MASQUERADE ON THE MOVE.

She quickly entered her access code and the full details were revealed. Mistress Masque (Controls most wanted) had just been spotted on CCTV and was apparently in the process of stealing hi tech information form one of Rock City’s biggest research labs. The file showed her clad from head to toe in leather sneaking around a computer lab, unaware that a secret spy camera had caught her.

Rebecca quickly went to her private changing room. She discarded her little black dress, unclipped her stockings and removed her bra.

Taking a look at her self in the mirror her enormous breasts dominated the picture. A constant reminder of her battle with former colleague and now enemy Sylvia Sommers, or Madam Mass as she called herself.

Snapping back to reality Rebecca grabbed her lycra suit and began to climb into it.

It had to be made of lycra as it had proven to be the best material for weaving their radar deflection into.

As she got it up she had her usual trouble getting it over her massive chest. But with a tug the material finally made it.

Unfortunately whenever she put the costume on it pushed up her cleavage and made her breasts appear even bigger

Then she stepped into her boots and added her combat webbing. Rebecca always kept her combat gear in order and knew there was no need to check it. Taking one final look into the mirror she now looked more than a match for Masque

Rebecca turned and ran to the Control car pool, tonight would be the night she would finally bring Mistress masque to justice.

Gaining access to the building was easy for Rebecca, her Control training had taught her how to get in and out of situations like.

She followed the root she had seen Masque take on the CCTV footage. Leaving a door open, hhmm getting sloppy Mistress Masque she thought to herself, this was going to be easy.

Rebecca silently padded down a corridor; all around her computers were humming, but no site of her prey.

Suddenly a noise startled her; she quickly dropped to the floor and hid behind a lab table.

Footsteps approached and Rebecca peered out to see who it was. Two male security guards entered the room and their flashlights scanned the room.

Rebecca ducked back and hid, that was the last thing that she wanted was to be discovered by the internal security.

They walked into the room and approached either side of a row of tables. Rebecca was trapped at the end.

She had to think quickly how would she get out of this; Control operations had to remain secret.

Slowly the guards approached and Rebecca slid her body under the table in front and out of view. Just as she did the two guards came to the end of the table.

"All clear" said one

They both nodded and turned to leave. This was when Rebecca chooses her moment. As soon as there backs were turned she slid out from the table flipped up on it. As she did her arms shot out an hit both the guards on the back of the neck at the same time.

WHAM they both fell to the floor, knocked out.

"Sorry boys" said Rebecca

After all she could not have them getting in her way.

Rebecca leapt from the table and made to leave, suddenly she was stopped dead in her tracks.

A female form was standing in the doorway, she could not see who it was but did not have to.

"Mistress Masque, I assume" Said Rebecca

"Busty Becky" came the reply.

Rebecca hated the nicknames villains had for her; they always seemed to pick on her breast size.

"You won’t find me such an easy target, Hooters" Laughed Masque and with that almost vanished she moved so quickly from the doorway.

Rebecca moved a fast as he could from the room in pursuit of Masque.

By the time she got to the doorway, all that was left was an open door still swinging at the end of the corridor. Rebecca made for it and within seconds burst through. A large empty storeroom was on the other side.

"OK Masque, I know you in her, come on out and", started Rebecca.

But she never finished her sentence, from above Masque dropped and landed right on top of Rebecca.

Taken totally by surprise she fell flat on her chest.

"HHMM, least you had a soft landing" laughed Masque again.

Stunned Rebecca shook her head and attempted to get up. As she did Masque kicked her firmly in the butt sending her sprawling again.

Rebecca had had enough, she quickly drew a stun pistol and turning fired directly where masque should be.

A blue flash lit up the room only to hit nothing.

Again before Rebecca could react, Masque was on her, grabbing the pistol from hand, she kicked her in the head.

This time Rebecca nearly blacked out as the kick knocked her back.

How the hell did Masque do that, she had been told of her lightening reflexes but this was incredible.

Rebecca looked up and there stood Masque hands on her hips and laughing down at her.

"OK TITTY, I’ll give you a chance" smirked Masque.

Rebecca kneaded no further invitation. Still groggy she got up an aimed a forward kick right at Masque. But the effect of the beating was taking effect. Masque saw the kick coming an effortlessly moved to safety and countered with a double punch to Rebecca’s abdomen.

Rebecca had never felt so much pain as she doubled over, her hands hit the floor.

She looked up just in time to see Masques gloved fist close on her. BANG, Rebecca collapsed on to her back.

She desperately tried to fight the pain and get up, but it was no good.

Looking at her opponent her vision became blurred and he could see at least several Masques all laughing down at her.

"So you thought you would use this on me" asked Masque holding the stun gun in her hands.

"Now let me se if I can work out how to use it" she continued and pointed the barrel at Rebecca.

"No please" Rebecca weakly cried and raised he hand to protest.

WWHHHOOSSHHH there was a blinding blue flash then darkness.

Mistress Masque smiled down at Rebecca.

"Well my busty lycra clad captive, I’m going to have some fun with you my girl" She said out loud……………..

Rebecca was in pain that was all she knew, her arms chest and face hurt her. Her head was hung low an her arms pulled high and back. High enough to keep her in an upright position. As he senses came back to her, she was also aware of a voice talking, no shouting at her.

"Wake up Becky, Its time to play" the voice said.

Suddenly her memories came flooding back. Mistress Masque had taken her out in combat, finally finishing her of with her own weapon.

Suddenly she was jolted by a sharp smack across her chest.

"OWW" she said and opened her eyes.

Their stood Masque hands on her hips grinning from ear to ear.

"Thought that would get your attention, sweetie" She said.

Rebecca looked around, she was still in the same room only now the lights had been dimmed and she was in the corner of the. She turned her head to see her wrists clasped in tight steel manacles, which lead to two steel shafts attached to the wall. Mistress Masque had tethered her to the wall and there was no escape.

Mistress Masque spoke again.

"You’re a big girl aren’t you" she said stepping forward, her eyes fixed on Rebecca’s breasts.

Rebecca turned he head; her mouth dropped open when she saw Masque’s hands out stretched.

"Don’t you dare touch me you, Bitch" she said trying to assert herself.

"An what if I do" replied Masque tartly, gently cupping her 44dd chest as she did.

"Ill Ill" started Rebecca

"You’ll do nothing, honey" said Masque cutting her off

"Because at the moment, you are my property, an I can do with you what ever I like" an as if to prove it she slid he hands over her lycra clad tits.

Rebecca gasped at being touched that way by a woman.

"STOP IT, LET ME GO YOU FILTHY LESBIAN", she now screamed at her

"Now let me assure you of this, sexy there are two ways we can do this. One way is for you to make a lot of fuss, which will result in me hurting you a lot, then having my fun with you.

The other is for you to be a good girl, stay nice and quite and I will have my fun with you, the choice is yours"

Rebecca knew from her files that Masque could be an evil bitch and would quite enjoy harming her. She sighed deeply and said nothing.

"Good girl" smiled Masque

"Now you used to be a model didn’t you Becky, ever go topless?" she said and started to tug at her top.

Rebecca was not sure what to do, She tugged at her restraints, they were solid steel and she was no where near strong enough to break out. She could not attack Masque; she had just taken a beating when she was totally free. Attempting to find now would only result in more pain.

So as Mistress Masque pulled he lycra body suit down over here chest she was helpless to stop her.

Masque was staring avidly now at what was about to be revealed before her eyes.

Then suddenly it happened!

Rebecca’s beautifully 44dd chest popped out of its blue lycra prison. They bounced up towards Masque’s face and sat there ready for inspection.

Rebecca bit her bottom lip, not realising her action, she looked so vulnerable.

"OH Becky Becky Boob job" Said Masque in a deep husky

Drawl.

Rebecca pleaded, first with her eyes; but when that had no effect she had to speak.

"Please Mistress Masque" she begged quietly

"Please don’t humiliate me this way, You’ve won. You can just take what information you like and leave," she said again trying to appeal to reason.

Masque now lost just smiled a loving smile at her and gently placed a finger on Rebecca’s lips.

"SSHHH" was all she said then went back to work on her breasts.

Masque crouched down and almost disappeared as she was now almost under Rebecca’s large asset’s. Her mouth now inches from her nipples.

Rebecca swallowed hard and looked down in abject horror as Masque opening her mouth flicked out her tongue and gently licked her right breast.

Rebecca could not believe this, she had heard rumours that Masque was a lesbian, but this was too much. None of her Control training or field experience had prepared her for this.

Masque continued licking and sucking for a while then slowly moved forward. And whilst looking the horrified Rebecca in the eye. Opened her mouth wide and took he breast in.

"Nooo" was all Rebecca could gently mouth out whilst shaking her head. As Masque now licked and sucked for all she was worth. Meanwhile something even more worrying for Rebecca Masques left hand had slid over her hips and thigh and made it between her lycra clad legs, and was now resting on her pussy.

"Oh God no Please no, not that" She pleaded, as Mistress Masque started to massage her lycra imprisoned crotch.

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Part two of Operation Masquerade to follow.