Note- The James Bond movies are owned by Eon Productions. And the Bond novels by the Ian Fleming Estate. This is just a spoof intended for fun purposes only.
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"Do not move. Do not look back. Stay perfectly still."
The male voice came from the row of seats directly behind Nomi and Avery Goodnight. It was about nine in the evening and the two British secret agents had just sat through two bouts of Thai Boxing at Bangkok's Rajadamnern Stadium, having been given an anonymous note of invitation. Eve noted the man had a strong Spanish accent and just the hint of garlic on his breath.
"Nod once if you understand, otherwise the golden haired one gets a bullet in the back of her pretty head."
Nomi dipped her head slightly under the broad brim of her large hat and stole a quick look at the strawberry blonde beside her. Goodnight appeared scared and remained stock still as she looked straight ahead. The glint of a golden gun barrel caught the eye of the special agent with the license to kill, and she immediately knew that this was for real.
"How may we help you?" She asked as innocently as possible.
"My name is Scaramanga. Rolando Scaramanga. You may have heard of my illustrious uncle, Francisco. Murdered by your British agent, James Bond. I need your help in finding his location. So that I may put a golden bullet in his brain."
"Sorry. Can't help. He's retired. I believe he keeps bees in some obscure place in the world."
"Lies! I lured you here because I know that you know where he is. I expected you would come if I delivered a golden bullet to London. You could never dismiss the notion there may be a connection with it and Bond."
"Have it your own way."
"I want the pair of you to stand up and head toward the nearest exit. Side by side. Move.
Nomi nudged the novice agent, Goodnight, in the ribs and she blinked as she came back to earth. They got out of their seats and took the stairs, followed by Scaramanga. Despite the late hour it was still warm outside. Avery had chosen well to wear her light sundress with buttons all the way up the front from neck to hem. She has the top three undone, as well as two at the bottom, giving a seductive hint of what lay beneath it. The blonde was a few inches shorter than her short haired, six feet tall partner, and her paler complexion was noticeably different to the black skinned vixen.
"Keep cool, Goodnight."
Nomi was calm, collected and lean. Her legs looked much longer in her tight white trousers. Her buttocks stuck out behind her and her hips swayed as she moved. Her perky breasts under her jacket were barely hidden and the pointed tips could be easily made out if one looked closely enough. In the sultry air of night time Bangkok she never broke a sweat as she was bundled into the back of the 1998 Toyota Corolla with Goodnight. Scaramanga got into the driver seat and started the motor.
"Don't try anything." Said the Cuban assassin as he raised a glass panel between the front seats and the back.
Nomi nodded and sat back. As an agent of British Intelligence, she was a highly trained field operative. Alert, fit, and an expert in the martial art of Karate. She would wait her turn before she would act. She looked back at the stadium until it disappeared from view.
"What is that?"
Avery panicked as a hiss of blue vapour began to fill the rear of the car.
'It's gas!"
They both attempted to open their respective car doors, but their consciousness faded quickly, and in an instant both plucky females were out like a light as their captor drove on through the Bangkok night.
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Nomi spluttered as she woke, and as her head cleared, she soon became aware of the dire situation she and Goodnight were now in. She had been stripped naked and trussed spread eagled on her back on some makeshift bed. Her slender limbs were held put wide, and her wrists and ankles had been tied to each of the four corners of the bed with plastic ties. Her breasts quivered with each harsh breath as she cursed herself for being captured so easily. She was aware of two figures beside her as she raised her head as much as was possible.
"She is most attractive."
Indeed, Nomi was perfectly formed. Her smooth black skin was a treat to behold on a well toned frame. Her waist was narrow and her belly was flat. She had a long and elegant neck that sat on strong shoulders. The British secret agent had no idea where she was but the heat in the small confines of the room was quite uncomfortable, and a light sheen of perspiration dappled her supple flesh. Most noticeable in the cleft between her splayed out legs where her sex was bared for all to see. Tiny droplets of moisture could be made out on the luscious pussy lips of her shaven mound.
"You bastard!"
Scaramanga was tall and straight backed with black hair and heavily lidded eyes. He had no hint of warmth in his face, only the hint of a sneer. He was bare chested and the perspiration on his upper torso reflected the light from the several lamps situated at various spots in the windowless room. Nomi noticed he had an odd abnormality, that being a third nipple just below his left. Definitely a Scaramanga then.
"Are they awake?" Nomi realised that Scaramanga's was not alone, and that his partner was a woman with an Italian accent. She stood aloof by his side dressed in a black veil and floor length robe.
"Goodnight!"
In her groggy state OO7 remembered her partner for this mission. She turned her head to her left to see the bubbly blonde had also been stripped of all of her clothing and gagged. She had been obscenely hogtied, so that only her stomach rested on the floor. Her body had been forced back into a stretched arch with her head pulled up and her legs bent at the knee. Two straps, one large tied her thighs together, and a shorter fastened her ankles together. A band had been tied around her neck, and a length of cord ran from that and down her spine where it met the strap binding her thighs. Her slim body was virtually bowed up backwards and in this humiliating position it was impossible for the novice agent to move an inch. Her fair hair was damp and matted to her sweaty back and she inhaled deeply through flared nostrils.
"You don't need her. I'm the one you want."
