Note- This story is only based on the characters in the James Bond world.
Warning, contains scenes of bondage and bdsm.
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Miss Moneypenny in 'Pussyraker.' Part Two.
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Nomi hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her white panties and tugged them down past her hips to let them slip to her ankles.
She stepped naked into the shower of her hotel room and turned on the welcome spray of water.
As she paused to wait for the water to heat up she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.
Close to six feet, she was a dark skinned, long limbed beauty in excellent physical condition. Her stomach was nigh on flat, her breasts sat high on her chest, and her backside and thighs were taut and firm. She studied her shaven mound with the puffy labia and decided it looked fine.
Secret agent OO7 smiled to herself. In her undercover role for the Service she posed as an online porn star. And a very good one. If she ever left MI6 she thought, she might very well make a successful career in the adult movie business.
"Not bad, not bad at all."
The sound of her room door being unlocked and opened was dulled by the sound of the hot water which cleansed her ebony body.
As she hummed to herself, she failed to hear the soft footfalls of three men dressed all in black enter the room.
As she stepped out of the shower, Nomi padded naked into the main room and fussed with her short cropped hair with a towel.
"Hah!" Yelped one of the intruders in a heavy accent.
Too late, the British agent saw a figure out of the corner of her eye throw a length of rope over her head and pull tightly to pin her arms to her sides.
As she struggled, three others stood before her, each armed with MP-443 high capacity, semi automatic pistols. Commonly used by the Russians.
"Ey, ty!"
The man closest to her held up his gun and squeezed the trigger, the fitted suppressor muffling the shot. At the exact same time, Nomi dipped her head and the one behind her got it in the face.
"HIYA!"
Still bound tightly at the elbows, she quickly kicked out her left leg and her foot connected with the shooters groin.
She leapt up onto the sofa in the middle of the room and slammed her feet into the other two. Right in their faces.
"OOWAH!"
With tits bouncing, Nomi turned her back to the first shooter who got up slowly and gave him a back kick with the heel of her right foot.
He was thrown back onto a chair and he crashed into it, splintering the wood.
Another muted shot fired and she dove over the back of the sofa and rolled onto her feet.
"KAH!"
She twisted to her left as the two formidable attackers came barreling towards her.
Two swift kicks to their balls and they both dropped like stones.
As all three groaned and held their privates, 007 threw the rope off of her arms and composed herself.
With careful aim she gave each powerful punches into their windpipes, resulting in both making gurgling noises as they crumpled to the floor
She calmly brushed down her bare body and picked up one of the discarded pistols.
Little did her assailants know that she had a 1st-kyu brown belt in Karate.
"Dasvidaniya, losers."
"Don't do it, OO7."
Nomi snapped her head up at the sight of Miss Moneypenny and Max Leiter standing side by side by the door.
Eve looked at her with a desperate look in her doe like eyes, and Leiter with a smug grin. Nomi gripped the pistol tightly in her hand as she stood naked as the day she was born with no vestige of modesty.
Max held out his left hand in which, Eve saw, was a black object of about five inches rested in his palm.
"This is a simple detonator. If I flick the switch, a very tiny, but very effective explosive device will detonate. This device is at this moment secreted in the vulva of Miss Moneypenny. Ever see a pussy explode? No, me neither. I imagine it might be a bit icky. So I suggest you lay down the weapon."
"How on earth did you find me?" Replied OO7 as she dropped the gun obediently. Leiter took a long look at the leggy black temptress and licked his full lips.
"Tie these up."
Leiter threw down a number of lengths of corded rope with which Nomi bound the intruders hands behind their backs. With the help of Max they deposited them all in the extra room.
"Now, my dear Moneypenny. Please strip off."
Eve slipped out of her dress and stood alongside Nomi. Both now equally stark naked.
Max scraped two wooden chairs across the carpet and placed them back to back.
"Sit."
"I would do as he says, OO7. He's a ruthless bastard."
Both women sat, so that the backs of their heads touched.
Leiter knelt down before Eve and unceremoniously probed her snatch and withdrew the small condom. The contents of which was the explosive substance.
"Uniquely effective, and undetectable."
As he spoke he meticulously tied them together with knotted cords. Their arms were pinned back to such an extent that their bosoms were made to thrust out. He strapped their ankles to the front legs of the chairs at such an angle that their thighs were parted enough to display their unshielded mons.
Leiter leered at the bound pair of British agents and smoothed out his moustache.
"Well. Don't you two look a pretty picture. Pity I have to make either one of you provide me with just one little tidbit of intel."
"Go to hell!"
"Probably will. Miss Moneypenny here will tell you that I have some pretty persuasive means of extracting information. Ain't that right, babe?"
Miss Moneypenny clamped her thighs tight shut at the memory of the so called persuasive means.
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Twelve hours earlier.
"Check this out, Moneypenny. I've already assembled the machine. Took me five minutes! We call it the Pussyraker. I'm not a torturer by nature, but we need information."
"Who's we?"
Eve had slowly regained consciousness after being drugged by the CIA operative Leiter. At first she thought she was upside down, but it gradually dawned on her that she was bound and naked, face down on some kind of narrow, four feet long leather bondage bench. Her wrists and ankles were tied to each of the four sturdy legs with leather restraining straps. Unable to move an inch, Miss Moneypenny was putty in the bastard's hands. She was very conscious of the fact that her ass and pussy were totally exposed.
Were they still in his hotel room in Valetta?
"Oh, I'm with SPECTRE now, baby. They pay more by the hour than the CIA."
"SPECTRE? But, they're finished."
"Diminished, but not defeated. That little octopus just won't go away. With Blofeld gone they got reorganised. The new number One been doing some recruiting along the way. And here I am. Now. Let's get down to business. Somewhere in Malta is the Black Vulture. I know it. YOU know it. Just tell me where it is and we can all go home."
"What's a Black Vulture? You looking to steal some bird eggs?"
For that Eve earned a back handed slap across her left cheek.
"Look, I'm not one for cutting off fingers and toes and shit. Can't stand the sight of blood. SPECTRE got all kinds of interesting torture techniques going on. I like this one. You ever think someone can be fucked to death?"
"You're sick."
"Who really knows. This beauty is set on two solid but adjustable legs, with a rotating arm and motor. The twelve inch silicon dildo sits in this vac-u-loc hole in the base. It has a half hp motor which delivers plenty of thrust with a torque of 40 lbs. The remote control fits right here. Top speed is 240 thrusts a minute. Someone tells me that is four a second. Think you can hold out for thirty minutes? It will turn your pussy to mush."
With a little trepidation, Eve cocked her head to look at the metal contraption and gulped. Was it really possible for, no. Best not to even think about it. She had been trained in different interrogation techniques, but this was totally out of left field.
"The shaft has ridges and veins just like real. And will you get a look at that fucking head? Holy shit? It's just like a real horse! In your wildest fantasies you never got fucked by a bigger dick. I hit you over the head with it you're toast. All I want is one little thing."
"Get stuffed!"
"Cute. No, Miss Moneypenny. YOU get stuffed."
Behind her, Eve heard Max position the obscene looking fuck machine until the huge head of the silicon sex toy was aligned with her pussy entrance.
The brave secret agent steeled herself at the physical contact of the bloated tip on her pussy lips and she fought vainly against the straps that held her in place.
"Call me soft, but I lubed the dildo up for you."
She heard the machine come to life with a low hum, and the horse head opened her petals slowly and popped inside her muff. Max looked on intently as the huge bulbous head became hidden by her stretched out folds.
"Fuck!"
Once inside, Max flipped his remote and watched the dildo push in and draw out. Eve began to pant and whimper under her breath as the viscous shaft of the toy oiled up her cunt. The dildo slid in and out and Eve felt herself penetrated like never before. Every inch, every tiny nub and bump on the realistic looking false cock throbbed maddingly in her cunt.
"Fuck!"
Having had the best training as a British agent, Eve could do nothing but accept the situation and hope to ride out the worst. She shook her head and tried to focus on something else besides the constant hum if the machine, but the tangible motion of the dildo filling her cunt was impossibe to shut out of her mind.
Eve clamped her thighs to the bench and bit the corner of her lip as Max increased the strokes of the robust arm. He managed to alter the long and smooth action to that of shorter jerky motions that sent Eve into waves of a guilty elation.
"Fuck!"
The thing doubled it's speed, and as it grew faster, so the more louder it became. Eve moaned non stop now as the fat head pumped her wet pussy with a merciless and persistent insertion.
Within five minutes, Eve was on the cusp of an orgasm.
She attempted to raise her ass, just a little to give her some slight respite, but this proved impossible.
Her eyes glistened and her whole body trembled under the unflagging assault. The cords in her neck were taut with tension as spasm after spasm gripped her in an odd ecstasy.
"I'm going to...to...cum!"
Eve's cunt tightened as her climax erupted, and STILL it kept on fucking her. Her outstretched frame jiggled on the soft leather surface of the leather bench, which was now slippery from her perspiring naked body.
There was no way she could concentrate on anything else but the wicked thrusting of the machine.
"Max. I thought we were. That you and I."
"What. You and me? Nah! Feel like talking yet?"
"Stop this thing!"
There was a hint of desperation in her voice as the thrusting changed up to a long and steady pounding inside of her creamy quim.
Her hands bunched up into fists as Eve was screwed at an alarming rate.
Waves of guilty pleasure gripped her as the implacable machine burrowed deep inside her cunt.
"Max, please."
Her eyes widened as Leiter appeared in front of her, stripped naked and sporting his thick erection with the purple hued crown that flared out over his ebony shaft.
He stroked it with great care as Eve let out squeals and grunts as she was inexorably driven to her second climax.
She gulped and sucked in air as her pussy sloshed from her juices and the thick lubricant.
