Andrea 'Andy' Vaughn opened one eye, then the other. She had a splitting headache and generally felt like shit. 'What was in that knockout spray? We both went down like pole axed steers. We! Oh My God, Mariss' that trained gorilla had taken Mariss', what had he done with her'?
She shook her head slowly to clear it and looked around. She was in a small, dimly lit, cell-like room, lying on a bunk extending from the wall. There was a sink and toilet to her left and a featureless door in the wall she was facing. Andy rose shakily to her feet, washed her face in the sink and used the toilet. 'Well Miss Vaughn', she thought, 'you're really in deep doo-doo now', she shuddered, 'and so's Mariss. How in the hell am I going to get out of here? I've got to...'
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud rattling outside the door, followed by the clicking of tumblers in the lock. "This is like a friggin' bank vault," she muttered to herself, then the door opened and a man entered carrying a covered tray. He was dressed in dark green coveralls and heavy boots. His face was covered with a pullover mask and only his eyes were visible.
He was carrying a UZI submachine gun on a strap over his shoulder. He set the tray down on the bunk beside Andy and stepped back in the doorway. "Eat," he said, cradling the UZI in his arms. Andy lifted the cover on the tray. Her mouth began to water as she looked at a large Sirloin steak, a baked potato, two vegetables, a salad and a glass of tea. The utensils were plastic, but Andy would have used her hands if she had to.
The food was seasoned to her taste and perfectly prepared. Andy ate greedily, she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten; oh yeah, she and Mariss' had shared a bag of trail mix on the way to the exposition, Marissa loved trail mix. Andy felt a pain in her heart, where was her Lil' bit; 'I've got to get out of here', she thought.
Wiping her mouth on a napkin, she glanced up at the man in the doorway. He hadn't moved or said a word since he commanded her to eat her meal. His eyes showed no emotion as they flicked back and forth, as if looking for something. Suddenly, Andy realized that he wasn't looking for something; he was avoiding looking at her. Of course, she was naked; her dress from the party lay on the bunk.
Thinking fast, Andy gave her captor a big smile and said, "Oh thank you so much for bringing me this lovely meal, I was so very hungry," in a seductive voice. She took the tray from her lap, placing it at her feet, and then spread her legs slightly and leaned back against the wall. The man's eyes were on her blonde pussy and her large breasts. "I'm so lonely in here all by myself," she purred, "Would you stay with me a while?"
She opened her legs wider and arched her back, thrusting her pussy at the man, "I could get to like a big, strong, silent man like you," she said, smiling seductively. "How about a little pussy, big strong man?"
The guard was visibly shaking; "Silence, infidel temptress," he shouted, "You will not tempt me with your decadent western ways."
Andy smiled again, "Oooh, a big strong voice too," she cooed, rubbing her pussy slit with a long finger. "C'mon, big strong man," she said breathily, "Come and get some of my sweet pussy."
The guard gave an inarticulate roar and lunged at Andy, ripping open the fly on his coveralls and dropping his gun. Andy struck like lightning, delivering a karate kick with all her strength into the guard's crotch; then jumping to the side as the man crashed into the wall.
Moments later, Andy was dressed in the guard's clothing, and listening to hear if anyone had heard the commotion. She checked the ammo clip of the UZI and threw the bolt. The guard was curled in a ball on the bunk, breathing in shallow gasps, clutching his crushed penis and testicles.
Andy did not like to kill unless it was absolutely necessary; so she slammed the man's head against the wall and tied his arms and legs with the dress. "No pussy for you, sunshine," Andy laughed, stepping into the corridor, grabbing the keys and closing the door. She could feel the floor trembling beneath her feet, they were still moving, but where. She moved quickly down the corridor. 'Where the hell is everybody', she thought, 'I've got to find Mariss'.
***
Marissa slowly opened her eyes, her head hurt terribly; 'Andy', she thought, 'where's Andy'? She was in a large dimly lit room, dark red drapes hanging from the walls, a deep pile carpet on the floor. She was lying on a red upholstered lounge, a pillow under her head; a covered tray beside her on a low table. Delicious aromas were coming from it and Marissa's stomach growled.
Eagerly, she removed the cover and gave a little squeak of surprise. It was some of her favorite foods, grilled Chilean Sea Bass, rice pilaf, steamed cauliflower and broccoli, a tossed salad and a glass of cold milk. Marissa ate like a starving wolf until the plates and bowls were empty.
When she was finished, she sighed contentedly and lay back on the lounge. Then a tear trickled down her cheek; the meal tasted great and was excellently prepared; but given the choice, she would rather been eating hot dogs with Her Andy at the shooting range snack bar. She began to sob softly, wiping her eyes on a napkin. Where was she, what was going to happen to her. 'Oh Andy', she thought, 'I miss you so, where are you'?
"Did you enjoy your meal, little one?" hissed a voice behind her, "You ate ssso fassst, I don't think you really took the time to tassste the blend of flavorsss. My chef will be ssso upssset."
Marissa spun around; it was that woman, the Countess, 'The Cobra'. She was dressed in a shimmering green silk robe, the hem pooling on the floor as she glided towards Marissa. 'Damn', thought Marissa, 'how does she do that'?
"Where am I, Countess, where are we going, where's my Andy?" Marissa sputtered angrily, sitting up on the couch, "You have no right to hold us here, let us go, right now."
"Patience my sssweet little girl," purred the Countess. She stared at Marissa with her unblinking golden yellow eyes, "We've jussst met and you don't want to leave right away, do you?" Marissa stood and walked towards the door, "Damn right I do, Countess, I'm leaving and Andy's leaving with me." Marissa stopped, there was no doorknob, no handle, "How does this thing open, lady?" she snarled, walking back to where the Cobra was standing.
"Sssuch fire, sssuch passsssion, you are like a wild horssse to be tamed, I am ssso going to enjoy thisss," said the Countess, with an evil chuckle; "I can tell, you will be my favorite sssex pet."
Marissa was becoming frightened, but she was also getting angry. "Listen, bitch," she shouted, "I'm nobody's sex pet and the only person that I make love with is My Andy, so keep your filthy hands off me." Marissa suddenly realized she was naked and the Countess was looking at her with hunger in her slitted yellow eyes. "Don't come near me, bitch," growled Marissa, going into a defensive stance, "I'll break your fuckin' neck."
The Countess chuckled again, "Thisss will be ssso deliciousss, let usss begin, my pet." From the folds of her shimmering robe, the Countess produced a short silver tube and pointed it at Marissa, discharging it with a soft hiss. 'Oh shit', thought Marissa, 'it's that sex pheromone spray, I've got to resist it, I've got to'. Marissa stood trembling, feeling the fires of passion sweep through her body; she began to sweat and it was hard to breathe; "No, no," she screamed, "You fuckin' bitch, I won't, I won't, Ahhhh, Andy, help me, please."
The Countess dropped her robe to the floor, her coppery skin glowing in the candle flames, swaying slowly back and forth. She held out her arms, "Come to me my wild one," she purred, "Come and experiencessse incredible essstacies; passsionsss you have never dreamed of, come to me."
Marissa gave a choked sob and began to walk towards the swaying figure, her body was aflame and she couldn't control herself any longer. Her last conscious thought was of Her Andy, then she was in the Countesses' arms and her lust consumed her.
Marissa clung to the Countess' firm body as a drowning man clings to a log; their mouths glued together as they explored each other, stroking and rubbing. The Cobra picked up Marissa in her long sinuous arms and carried her to a huge bed in a corner of the room. Marissa was showering the angular face with kisses, her passion beyond control.
The Cobra laid Marissa softly on the bed, spread her legs apart, crawled between her thighs, and began to feast on her sopping cunt. Marissa was in ecstasy, the Cobra's tongue was deep inside her and it felt as if it was a foot long as it licked her soft walls.
She mauled her own breasts, squeezing the flesh, pulling on her stiff nipples, loving the sweet pain. Then that marvelous tongue found her clit and began to make love to it. Marissa felt several thin fingers driving into her gushing pussy, twisting and turning, pushing her ever closer to a bone crushing orgasm. She felt as if her heart was bursting, her bones melting, her orgasm slamming into her like a sledge hammer. It was as if she was hearing someone else screaming, a long way off, but it was she.
Marissa screamed and screamed as the Cobra ate her and fucked her, she was cumming again and again, bucking and thrashing on the bed as that marvelous tongue and those thrusting fingers drove her insane. She felt herself blacking out, her senses overloading, then she fainted.
When Marissa awoke, she was being rocked in the Cobra's arms, the woman making little crooning noises as if she was her baby. "Did you have a nissse ressst, my lovely," murmured the Cobra, "Your climaxsss were magnifisssent, so thrilling, now I know you will be my favorite." Marissa jerked out of the woman's embrace, "I'm not your favorite, I'm not," she began to sob, "I love My Andy. Please let me see her, please."
The Cobra snickered, "All in good time, my delicate flower, but firssst, you mussst give me pleasure asss well. It iss only fair, isss it not?"
