Note- This is just an homage to the work of Ian Fleming. I do not own the rights to his writings.
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Berlin, October 1951.
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Jane Moneypenny shrieked again as her tormentor assaulted her exposed vagina for the umpteenth time. The prickling of cool sweat on her naked skin merged with the wetness between her legs and the damp curls of her hair on her forehead. Her brain slowly focused once more as she remembered her predicament. How long had it been now? It seemed a hundred years ago when 'M' had outlined her latest mission in London.
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By 1951 the so called 'Cold War' had both East and West at each others throats. Britain, America and the Soviets all possessed the Atom Bomb but were none the wiser as to how many actual warheads each side had accumulated. The East were believed to have a number of double agents and it was a constant worry as to how high up in the intelligence structure of MI5 and SIS they were. Equally the Soviets were petrified that the British may have infiltrated the KGB.
Berlin had four zones which had fragmented Hitler's Capital since the end of the war. Although the City was actually in Communist East Germany the British, Americans and the French occupied West Berlin.
Miss Moneypenny and James Bond had arrived separately in order to keep their alliance a secret. They had travelled by railway train from England along the only stretch of track that allowed access to Berlin. Their mission was to visit Station B and try to ascertain if the Soviet double agents Donald Maclean and Guy Burgess had escaped to Moscow or were still holed up in Berlin. The two British Diplomats had absconded from England in the month of May just before they could be stopped and the SIS were severely embarrassed. Determined to track them down the head of operations, the retired Royal Navy Admiral known only as 'M' had sent all of his best agents into action. Impressed by their previous joint mission he again teamed up the relatively inexperienced Miss Moneypenny with the eager young James Bond. x
Since 1949 the British Embassy had been relocated to Bonn but there remained a smaller version in the GDR on Unter den Linden in the Mitte District, literally one block from the Russian Embassy. The Soviets had attempted to remove the Western Allies from Berlin by imposing a land blockade but had lifted it in May of '49. Moneypenny arrived in the East sector in a taxi cab and alighted outside the State Library. Dressed in a nondescript grey mackintosh and head scarf she saw Bond smoking a cigarette by the entrance. His long coat was a more sombre affair in dark brown as he stood waiting in the cold.
"Moneypenny."
"Bond."
"This way."
Their eyes met and Jane studied his steel grey eyes. He flicked his half finished smoke away and led her to a small boulevard behind the big building.
"Station B is just around the corner. Acting head Gill Broadman should be expecting us."
"A woman?"
"Right. Since Carstairs was killed there doesn't seem to be many who want the job. Broadman is quite the ambitious one I'm led to believe. Here."
The grim six story building in brownstone looked unimpressive which was why it was the perfect location for the secret office of SIS. Geoffrey Carstairs had been the head of station until murdered by the assassination department of the KGB. The two agents climbed the dirty stairs to the fourth level and knocked on door number 412. The door opened with a creak and an attractive blonde appeared.
"Can I be of assistance?"
"I understand you are in antiques?" Said Bond as he looked from left to right.
"Only the old type." Came the answer.
"The older the better."
Bond had given the required password and Gill nodded.
"Inside, quickly."
Moneypenny and Bond slipped in and found themselves in a small room. There were two other doors opposite each other and one window that looked down on the library. A desk and three chairs jostled for space with a battered filing cabinet.
"Take a seat, I shan't be long."
Gill vanished into another room and returned with a tray upon which she balanced a teapot, three cups and a pot of milk.
"Have some tea."
"Thank you, that will hit the spot." Said Jane as she shed her coat.
Bond lit another cigarette as he eyed the brew with contempt.
"I don't drink tea. It's mud. Anything stronger?"
"No. How about some coffee essence?"
Bond rolled his eyes as Gill went to fetch a skinny bottle of Camp Coffee and poured it into a cup. He raised an eyebrow at the black chicory smell and added a generous amount of milk.
"You know I'm not too happy that M has seen fit to send you two all the way to East Germany. I am quite capable of dealing with the matter."
Gill sat and crossed her legs and brushed her medium cut hair back from her brow. Bond eyes lingered on her shapely pins and Moneypenny looked at him from the corner of her eye with disgust as she sipped her hot tea.
"Nevertheless Miss Broadman, M is adamant that every agent available be active in seeking out the two double agents. And you are acting head, are you not? Pending review. Anyway any news to that effect?"
Gill scowled at Bond but then quickly composed herself.
"Nothing since the end of Summer. More than likely they are both in Moscow drinking vodka with Comrade Stalin. What exactly do you know? Has there been any intelligence concerning their presence here?"
Bond shot a furtive look at Jane. Apart from the fact that he and she had admired the hard working and jovial Carstairs they knew next to nothing of Gill Broadman. He decided to play his cards close to his chest and relate little of what he knew to the woman.
"If you have vital information concerning East Berlin and either Maclean or Burgess it is your duty to inform me."
Gill had no reply and so stood up and loomed over the seated Bond.
"Well? What do you know? Tell all."
She put her hands on her hips and tilted her chin up. Considering the expansive leak of vital information from Whitehall to Moscow Bond kept mum. He looked at Moneypenny, who he now noticed had slumped dramatically in her chair. A wave of nausea hit him as he dropped his cup to the floor.
"Ugh. The coffee...was drugged?"
"The milk actually. Really Bond. This just won't do. My new informants will be most displeased."
Bond hit the floor as his vision blurred and his head spun.
"You...you're working...with the Soviets?"
"Afraid so. We shall talk at length later."
Bond saw Moneypenny out cold on the floor just as he himself saw black.
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The light came on and Bond recoiled in amazement. He had been stripped naked and tied to a chair with a ball gag in his mouth His arms were tied along the flat arms if the chair and his posture meant he sat with a straight back. Both his legs were held firmly to the front legs by lengths of cord. He turned to a bed beside him and saw a similarly naked Moneypenny trussed up on her back.
"James! Thank god you're awake."
He looked closer and saw that her knees had been drawn up to her chest and secured by thin cord that ran under her knees and around the back of her head. Her wrists were also tied and were down by her ankles so that her body was formed of a tight packed form. Her nether regions were brought up in an obscene manner and displayed for all to see. Each tiny movement meant that the cords cut into her flesh and by now her muscles were screaming from the exertion to remain still.
"Oh, my poor James.
Bond was now quite sexually excited despite his discomfort and his cock stood up big and stiff, the foreskin stretching back half way. Jane now knew what all the fuss was about in the office powder room when the women discussed his virile masculinity. His body had a splendid sturdy look and his chest thrust out proudly. Both were unsure where they were but presumably it was the very same brownstone that housed Station B.
"Oh."