[note from the author: This is the latest chapter in a story that I've been writing over the past six years, with far too many breaks and delays in writing for my own liking. My apologies to anyone who has been reading and waiting!
Chapter 5 saw two of our heroes, Tess Trueheart and Bree Carson - special agents in an elite spy agency called "Decider Enterprises" - enter a devilish game arena called "Lesbian Strip Humiliation" in pursuit of a mysterious yet possibly priceless prize, competing with six other women including their arch-enemy Elizabeth Harrington. Tess and Bree were defeated by Harrington, but were able to convince the organisers and an unseen audience to let them back into the contest.
Chapter 6 told the concurrent story of two of their friends and fellow agents - Stacey Shackleton and Tom Mitchelson - who were investigating the organisers of the game whose headquarters are situated in Brisbane, Australia. Tom was captured though while they tried to extract themselves from the organisation's headquarters, having discovered a conspiracy to use hypnosis to control agents from all across the world. A naked Stacey Shackleton was only rescued at the last moment by fellow local agents Jessica Beacham and Penelope Proudchest.
Now, we finally re-join our heroes as we see how Stacey, Tess, Bree and all the heroines of Decider Enterprises will cope as their freedom and that of the entire world is threatened by a nefarious organisation with some rather impressive technology...
As always, I love to receive messages - both constructively critical and complimentary - so feel free to get in touch.]
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The long stretch of corridor was eerily silent as a head peeked around the far corner and cast a suspicious glance at the single opaque door that waited in the distance, plain sterile white walls on either side offering no hope of cover, and a smooth floor that might well betray any footsteps. The head pulled back around the corner for a few seconds, and then reappeared, wearing an expression of uncertainty. The raven-haired head belonged to an ebony skinned woman, whose calculating face clearly wasn't liking the odds that were being presented to her. After a few more seconds of thoughtful reflection, she once again withdrew around the corner.
Thula looked back at her companion, a fair skinned blonde woman who had long since given up anything that might possibly have caused any doubt in anyone's mind that she was both fair skinned and a natural blonde. Thula's companion was completely naked except for a yellow bra that mercifully covered the nipple sensors that would otherwise trigger the moment they detected a flicker of light, and her blonde bush was prominently on display for anyone to see. The woman carried a small box in one hand, and her free hand made a couple of small hand gestures to Thula.
"Is it clear? Do we risk it?" The gestures asked.
Thula nodded, and then shrugged. Pressed up against a side wall, Thula knew that Yellow Team would have to take some risks if they were to seriously get back into this game. Thula looked back at her companion and tried to give an encouraging smile. Charlize had lost nearly her entire outfit at the hands of that sneering bitch Elizabeth Harrington from Green Team, and Thula was looking forward to repaying that indignity the next time they met. However, right now, Charlize was one ripped bra away from being completely naked, and then the only thing from keeping her team from the Palace of Penance was Thula's own outfit - a yellow top and leggings with matching bra and panties.
And Thula had seen first hand, both from the ambush they'd run into themselves and from the two naked women of Red Team currently secured firmly to the Pillar of Purgatory at the arena's centre, just how easily an entire outfit could be lost around here.
Not three minutes ago they'd stumbled across a clue that there would be a couple of gadgets in the room down the corridor that would help even the odds. However, there was absolutely no guarantee that somebody else hadn't already stumbled across that clue already, and weren't already in the room armed with the promised gadgets, just ready to turn them on any unsuspecting players that blundered in. All they had in their own toolkit was the small box that Charlize held, a box with a motion sensor that would produce a large net to ensnare a victim if the trigger was activated.
Thula grunted and made a move to head out into the corridor, before she felt Charlize's hand grasp her arm. Turning around, she looked at her blonde companion, who was shaking her head, and then used an arm to sweep over her body. Then, she pointed at herself and the corridor. The sentiment was obvious: "There's no point in you walking into a trap Thula, I'm almost practically naked already - if it's a trap, better than I'm the one to trigger it. I've not exactly got much left to lose."
Thula was going to argue, but then begrudgingly saw the sense in what her companion was suggesting. She nodded and let Charlize edge past, relieving her of the box as she disappeared around the corner. Charlize sighed as she moved stealthily around the corridor, nerves jangled after her defeat at the hands of Harrington, and not wishing for a repeat performance. A hand occasionally wandered down to her crotch and briefly covered her bush, but then she mentally focussed and moved her hands back into a stance that would be ready to fight should a second ambush occur. With the video cameras plastered around the arena, any battle to protect her modesty had long since been lost. A small sensor on her crotch flashed occasionally, and the only thing that was important right now was ensuring the two sensors stuck to her swaying C-cup breasts weren't similarly triggered. Halfway down, Charlize turned and looked back at Thula. The African beauty nodded encouragingly, and Charlize moved determinedly on. At the very least the floor had not betrayed her footsteps and Charlize was able to practically glide forward without disturbing the pristine silence.
Three metres from the door, the quiet in the corridor was finally interrupted by the slow hiss of the door beginning to open. Charlize froze in anticipation, but then cursed herself under the breath. If there was someone waiting, then standing stock-still in the exact middle of the corridor only achieved the goal of making herself the world's most inviting target. Instead, before the door had even fully opened, Charlize sprinted forward, her athletic bra-clad body blasting into the room beyond like a pale blonde tornado. She even let out a war cry, more to put anyone waiting for her off guard than in any hope that she'd instil fear in anyone, especially given her current attire.
The war cry died on her lips though as a wild-eyed Charlize surveyed the storage room she now found herself in, and mercifully found that she was it's only occupant. For the first time in a while, a triumphant smile appeared on Charlize's face, and she quickly turned to look back down the bright white corridor, to where her dark-skinned companion stood out in stark contrast. Charlize's gave the "all clear" sign, and then turned back to begin to see what she could find while the yellow-costumed Thula gracefully ran down to join her.
There was a small pedestal at the back of the storage room, and some shelving units on each side. Charlize quickly moved to the pedestal and briefly looked over what seemed to be a small handgun, checking it out from multiple angles before making the calculated decision to pick it up.
"Well?" Asked Thula in a thick South African accent and with an eager note of anticipation clear in her tone.
