The Chief boldly strutted up to the reception desk outside of the secure meeting rooms at Control Headquarters, with Max following in his wake.
"We're here for the secret meeting," he announced to the receptionist who consulted the diary on her desk.
"What's the meeting about?" she asked.
"I can't tell you," stated the Chief bluntly. "It's secret."
"Well if you don't know what the meeting is about, what will you talk about?"
"
I
know what the meeting is about. But I can't tell
you
," spat the Chief, exasperated.
"Well if you don't tell
me
then I can't let you onto the room, can I? How would I know which meeting room is yours? "She fingered down the diary page. "Nuclear codes, the submarine strategy, the brown note research. It could be any of them."
Max leaned forward to address the receptionist directly. "It's the meeting with Agent 99. She should be here already."
"Well why didn't you just say so," replied the receptionist expressing relief, pressing the button under the desk which opened an opaque glass door. "Head right in."
Max and the Chief fumbled in the dim room, feeling the walls for light switches. A long board table ran down the centre of the room and on the far end of the table hung a dark cone, suspended from the ceiling.
Soft moans emanated from the cone and the lower torso of a form wriggled on a chair. "What's going on?" called out the Chief as his eyes suspiciously searched the room.
Max found the switch and as bright lights dazzled the room, the device started to rise. Agent 99 spun around in the chair to face the men as the cone lifted, and she hurriedly retrieved her hands from under her skirt and patted the fabric down onto her thighs.
Her cheeks were as red as her scarlet lipstick, and she spoke in a flustered way. "Oh Chief, Max. Hello. I was just doing a little research in the cone of silence."
"Yes, I see," said the Chief seriously. "As it turns out, we've discovered that it's not really silent, is it?"
"I guess," said a shy Agent 99, standing and smiling. "What are we here for, Chief? Why have you called us in?"
"I'm glad you asked, Agent 99. Take a seat." The Chief sat at the head of the table with Max and 99 sitting on either side, facing each other. "We have captured a renowned Kaos spy, and we need to extract everything they know."
"Who is it Chief?" asked 99.
"I'll bet it's the Pirate of Stalingrad. Or maybe the Stalker of Warsaw. Or possibly even the famous Schlong of Hong Kong. Am I close Chief?"
The Chief rolled his eyes. "No, it's Valerie Romanov."
"Oh my!" exclaimed 99. "That's wonderful work. We've been trying for years. That's a great achievement Chief. You know about Valerie Romanov, don't you Max?" Agent 99 smiled cutely at Max and her foot slid up Max's leg and landed directly on his crotch.
Max's eyes shifted left and right. He couldn't admit ignorance of this spy. Max was the top spy at Control, and to admit any weakness, especially to a female agent would be just too embarrassing. "Of course. The old Valerie Romanov."
"Good. I'm glad we understand," said Chief. "The prisoner is in Interrogation Cell 12. I'll just leave you to it. And Agent 86, Agent 99 - be careful. We all know what happened last time."
"Yes Chief," the spies signed off in unison as the Chief left the meeting room.
Agent 99 faced Max, standing close. She trailed her finger down Max's chest and batted her eyelids. "This could be fun Max. What do you think?"
"I think I should get some of my best interrogation devices before we start 99. You head down to the chamber. I'll grab some things from my desk and meet you there." With that, he turned on his heels and headed straight through the door. Agent 99 sighed, and headed out of the room too.
When Max eventually found his way deep below ground to the interrogation room, Agent 99 was waiting impatiently, leaning against the door and twirling locks from her bob with her index finger. "Oh Max, it's all ready. I've prepared her."
"Her?" said Max confused. "I thought Valerie was a man's name."
"No silly!" laughed 99. "Its Valerie Romanov. You know, the Beartrap of Moscow!"
"Well that puts my torture options out of contention," said Max as he pulled contraptions out of his pocket. "The dick splitter. The nut cracker. And my favourite - the death sounder." He fondled a long slender Bakelite rod.
"Hmm maybe. Why don't I look after that one?" offered 99 as she took the sounding rod from Max.
"Remind me - why is she called the Beartrap of Moscow?" asked Max, perplexed.
"Oh Max, you are so funny. Surely you know!" 99 smiled as she opened the door. Not wanting to be embarrassed again, Max just followed along. Upon entry, they were met with the view of a stunning woman lying spreadeagled on a low steel bench. Her wrists and ankles were restrained and she had a gag stuffed into her mouth. Her body writhed from side to side in a futile effort to loosen the bonds. Max could not see her face as her head tilted backward. He stared directly into her open pussy which was made even more visible by the way her legs were pulled apart by the bindings.
"Well, now I can see Valerie is definitely a
she
" said Max needlessly. "Look at that pussy!"
"Kaos is very good at disguises Max. You can never be sure," warned 99.
"Well, that pussy looks so good, I don't think I'd even mind if that
was
a man. I'd still fuck that."
"Oh Max," laughed 99. "Not yet. No, we will start with an old favourite." Her face lit up and with a bounce and a smile she announced: "Waterboarding!" Agent 99 removed the gag from the prisoner's mouth and draped a square of fabric across Romanov's face.
"Except Max," said 99 with a sly smile. "We won't use
water
. We're going to use your urine. I need you to pee over the cloth while I hold it down." The prisoner growled and wriggled harder while 99 pressed the fabric to the steel on each side of Valerie's head.
Max unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor. He pulled his underpants down to reveal an erection, hard and standing straight upright. "Oh Max, what's this?" asked 99 in a playful way.
Max looked up to 99's surprised face, down to his hard cock and back to 99. "Sorry 99. I can't help it. Are you jealous?"
"Jealous? No. Why would I be jealous? Look at that gorgeous pussy on her. Nestled between two soft thighs, all glistening and ready. So wet. And I'll bet so tight and responsive. Imagine sliding in there. Imagine it squeezing and massaging your cock. Max I can totally understand your reaction to that beautiful snatch. Even I'm tempted to dive right in there to lick it and taste it.
Max's cock grew even harder. "Oh, I see. But I thought you looked disappointed."
"Oh Max. It's just that her face is down here, and your weapon is pointing the entirely wrong direction. Here, let me angle it." Agent 99 tried to pull the cock downwards, but it was too hard and sprung upright. "Why don't I just give it a bend?" offered 99. With a face full of concentration she grasped half of Max's penis and delivered a quick downward twist, creating a sharp bend. "Oh no, that's just created a kink in the shaft. That just won't do." Max reacted with a gush of breath and a short 'ouch!'
Agent 99 came up with another approach. "Max, can you move your body to point it down?" She returned to holding the cloth over Valerie's face.
Max progressed through a sequence of comedic body contortions. He tried leaning forward. He tried a downward dog. He tried squatting. He tried placing his feel on the bench and his hands on the ground. Nothing worked. Eventually, his cock let out a small dribble of piss, but it made the bench and floor so slippery that Max's gymnastics just became dangerous.
Through all of Max's repositioning, Agent 99 had been admiring Max's cock, becoming aroused herself. But she had a job to do, and came up with the best answer of all. "Max, just take a step back. Now piss into the air, and when the urine comes down aim it over Valerie's face."
"Good idea 99," replied Max and followed her instructions. Soon enough a golden arch emerged from Max's cock and with some adjustment the stream started to splash over the spy's face.
Agent 99 stared at the stream, transfixed as she watched the sparkling liquid travelling its arc through the air. She was mesmerised by the fluid, and she licked her lips imagining herself playing with the stream, dousing herself, taking it in her mouth. As she daydreamed about her desires, she unwittingly released the cloth, and Valerie's head thrust upward, mouth open and lunging in space. With each pulse she tried to gulp in some of the piss like the mouth of a fish out of water. Obviously the prisoner was just as enamoured with Max as 99.
"No bitch, that's my piss!" interjected 99 and poked her head into the steam, letting it run across her face and past her lips. "Ahh, yummy," murmured 99 as she closed her eyes, but before long the stream had met its natural conclusion.
"Ah, 99," said Max. "I think that hasn't done the job." They looked to Romanov, with the fabric cast to the side and not at all saturated.
"Yes Max, you're right," replied 99, coming back to her senses. "We'll have to move onto Plan B."
"Right," said Max. "Plan B. Can you remind me what's Plan B?"
"It's the truth drug Max. Hypoxymerphel. It's Control's new weapon. The serum will activate the truth centres in the subject, but it needs to be activated by Oxytocin. Get it?"