Tyler and Johnson walked into the holding cells as soon as they had their orders. There, in the largest cell, Tyler saw her as she stood proudly with hands on hips. She was gorgeous, there was no doubt. Certainly the hottest, and youngest, enemy agent he had ever seen. He certainly wasn't about to complain about this assignment, or the manner in which he was instructed to carry it out.
Reportedly she had been caught breaking into the instillation less than an hour before. For whatever reason, she had been expected and a trap had been set. The girl, Jesse, had been captured without incident and tossed into the brig. Tyler's superior had said that he wanted more than information out of the teen-aged agent, and he was now beginning to understand what.
"Which one of you guys wants to come over here and scratch my back?" She had sidled up to the bars as sexily as she could sway that tight young body of hers. He watched her stretch in that skin-tight black leather, her hands on the bars as she puffed out her lips in a pout, blinking those doe-like eyes. "Please?" She cooed. He just wanted to teach her a lesson all the more for it. Johnson, the other guard, was really going for it, he could tell. They watched her twirl her shoulder-length raven hair in her fingers and let those fingers slide off of her breast as she brought her hand back down to the bars. Johnson sure was getting fooled by that bullshit naivety. He had to get to her first.
"All right, sweetheart," said Tyler. "I know how to scratch a girl's back. But we have to make sure you don't scratch ours too hard. Give me your hand," he said, bringing out a set of cuffs. Tyler watched her eyes as they made that momentary jump from his, to the cuffs, to Johnson, and back to him, sizing him up. She held out her hand, her expression back to a pout as she looked up through long lashes. Tyler waited.
"Why don't you come inside to scratch it. It's a really baaaad itch."
Tyler stopped at the cell door and smiled. "All right," he said. He slammed one open end of the cuffs closed onto the upper connecting bar and left them hanging. "I'll unlock the door if you'll step back, and Johnson can, uh, scratch your back."
Johnson grinned back at Tyler and strode forward toward the cage the sexy Jesse was in. Tyler turned and pulled Johnson's ear to him, keeping his eyes on the girl as he whispered to him, and then let him continue to the cage. Jesse stepped back as the keys came out and the cell door unlocked. The bars swung open and Johnson stepped in.
"Turn around, babe, and hold back your hand."
"You're really gonna cuff me, just to scratch my back," she asked, then turned her long back and shapely leather-clad ass to them and held her arm out and behind her. She was watching him move towards her just over her shoulder, just as Tyler had figured. Jesse made her move the moment Johnson was in range. She moved to kick, her body coming around to take Johnson in the face with a boot. But Tyler's arm was already through the bars and grabbing for her wrist, pinning it to the bars, the pre-warned and ducking form of Johnson then popped up and pinned her back against the metal. The hanging cuffs were closed over her slight wrist as she squealed in anger, and Johnson pinned her other wrist up on the bars. Tyler finished the job quick, knowing this girl was more than she seemed and potentially dangerous, flipping out another pair of cuffs and effectively binding her to the cage.
Jesse screamed in defiance, angered as she struggled against her crucifixion to the bars. Tyler grabbed her ass through the metal barriers. He took his time sauntering into the cell, watching her grit her teeth and kick out while Johnson used his own cuffs to bind each ankle in the same manner.
"Did you really think we were going to fall for that, bitch? All that long-lash bullshit might fool some dumbass security officer, but I knew what you were up to. Who do you think you are, 'Dark Angel' or some shit? Nuh uh, sweetie, I was on to you. We've caught ourselves a tiger, not a pussycat. Still, I think we can break her, eh, Johnson."
She was now bound, spread-eagle to the bars, her young breasts heaving against the leather vest, her teeth barred in frustration. Tyler came up to her and stroked her cheek, but after the first bite attempt, and then the barely-missed head butt, Tyler remembered his first insights into this girl with vivid clarity. He took some cord and wrapped it under chin and tied it to the bar above her, tight enough to keep her head in place, able to breath so long as she didn't struggle.
"Helpless," Tyler said to her. Jesse sobbed one last muffled cry of frustration at her predicament and then seemed to realize the true position she was in. Terror filled her big brown eyes as Tyler's hands roved down her body. "Yup, helpless as a little girl should be, and alllll mine. But don't worry, I'll share you with Johnson too. We've got time."
"Fuck you," she managed through her clenched jaw. "I'll kick your asses when I get out of this."
"Whatever," Tyler replied, and unzipped the leather vest, revealing her small, soft breasts cupped high by a black satin bra. Tyler wasted no time in his desire to see the rest of the young Philly. He pulled his biggest knife from his side and cut the vest free. Johnson quickly got the idea, unzipping her leather pants and working them off with his own blade. "Careful not to cut her... unless she moves, of course."
The two guards stepped back to look at their handiwork. The former vixen/spy was now bound by ankles and wrists, cuffed to the cell bars she was left standing tiptoe in heeled boots to keep the rope at her neck from choking her. Her skin was dusky and taut on firm limbs and tight abs. She struggled in vain at the cuffs but was careful not to move too much. A black satin pushup bra and matching black thong with string sides made for a complete picture of utterly sexy young firmness at their disposal.
"Damn," said Johnson. "That's hot. What are you, babe, nineteen? It'll be like fucking a dark-haired version of Sarah Michelle Geller. I think I'll call you 'Buffy'"
"That is pretty damn hot bod you got there, Sweetheart. Stand back, Johnson. I'm pulling rank."
Jesse's eyes grew wide in horror as Tyler stripped his fatigues off, standing before her proudly with bulging muscles and washboard abs, a huge bulge evident at the front of his boxers. He ran his hands down her neck, to her uplifted breasts, kneading the soft roundness through the satin, moving his fingers down her own flat stomach and cupping the mound of her sex which swelled against the tight panties. He licked her pert cleavage with his long tongue and grinned at her menacingly.
"Kitty-cat," said Tyler, "I'm going to do things to your body so devilish for so long that you won't know when one orgasm stops and the next begins." His fingers began to rub up and down her mound, over and over as he reached to squeeze her left nipple to hardness through her bra. "I'm going to torture you for hours in whatever way I want, and when I'm through you'll beg me not to stop." Her violently pulled the left side of bra down, exposing her round breast as he again grabbed it and twisted the dark nipple. "Johnson, we're gonna make this angel so hot she'll be coming in heaving spasms. But she's not in the mood yet, and we don't have ALL week. Go get the operating tools, would you?"
Johnson smiled and left the room as Tyler flicked Jesse's nipple with his tongue. She breathed hard through clenched teeth as sweat began to bead on her skin, writhing against the cuffs.
Tyler walked around Jesse, outside of the cell to the other side of the bars. "Man, look at that ass. That is beautiful." He ran his finger down her arm, through the bars and around to cup her chin as his other hand slid down the small of her back, over the string of her thong, to the dark skin of her perfectly curved ass. "I can't wait to fuck the shit out of it." With that he slapped her buttock soundly and listened to her struggle against the choke cord. He again reached through the bars on either side of her and ran his palms down her young skin. Stomach so toned, sides so soft, thighs stretched taut from the spread-eagle bondage, back up to her breasts as he cupped them and caressed them as he whispered into her ear. His voice became menacing. "We will break you, little girl. You can't escape. You can't stop us. You can't stop the fear, or the heat, or the things we're going to do you. And when we're done, I'm going to fuck you again, and make you do things you would never do, and you'll like it." He undid the back of her bra and ran one finger down her spin to her ass, and then licked her cheek. Jesse sobbed once.
Tyler knelt behind her and pulled the back of her thong aside, his face delving between her ass cheeks. He licked at her ass and pussy lips, but she thrust her hips forward, slightly out of reach. "No, kitty, I know you don't like to get wet, but you ARE going to enjoy this, whether you like it or not. Now come back here, bitch!" He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back against the cell bars, his tongue licking up between her thighs from behind.
Johnson came back in, wheeling a cart into the cell. He started placing cuffs and chains onto the bunk bed's bars and preparing a syringe as Tyler continued to tease Jesse's rear. She squirmed and writhed, pulling at the cuffs and clenching her fists. The sweat began to stick the dark curls around her face to her skin.
"It's ready," Johnson said, holding the needle upright.
Tyler stood up and walked back around inside of the cell. He just looked at Jesse, fiddling with the bra that still hung from her shoulders, just barely covering her breasts. "We're gonna have fun now." He smiled again. "I'll hold her, you administer the drug."
Jesse jerked and fought against them, heedless of the bindings or the loop at her neck, but the two men just pressed her against the bars and held her arm tightly as Johnson pricked her with the long needle and plunged the torture drug into her veins. "Let go of me, you pricks!" She grunted and heaved, but to no avail.
"Done!" Johnson pulled the syringe free and both men stood back. Jesse screamed defiance and wriggled, shaking her shoulder-length locks around her angel-like face.
The girl soon began to struggle less and less, obviously growing tired or intoxicated as she began to swoon against the bonds. Tyler reached up and cut the cord at her throat, but let her finish her struggles until she finally hung limply, her long lashes covering her half-closed eyes. The drug was in her system.
"Mmmm, baby, look what you get for dinner." Tyler dropped his boxers to the floor, and pulled out his huge, swollen member. He moved forward, closer to her, body to body, his hands slipping up beneath the loosened bra to cup both mounds as he nuzzled her neck. His teeth bit at her ear lobe as he whispered to her in husky tones. "Jesse, my little angel. You're so young and beautiful. You can't get away from me now. I'm going to make you come over and over and over. I'm going to make you mine. And then I'm going to share you with the whole squad." Her head fell forward, her full lips trembled, and then Jesse whimpered as Tyler tugged at her ear with tongue and teeth as his fingers tweaked her swollen nipples to a rock hard state.
Johnson undid the ankle cuffs as Tyler did likewise with her wrists. Jesse slumped forward, the satin bra slipping off at last, revealing full, round tits with dark, half-dollar sized nipples. The two men moved the girl to the bunk face down, cuffing her wrists behind her back. She sobbed quietly as their hands roamed over her body. Tyler couldn't resist running fingers under the straps of her panties and over the hips and ass of the young girl.
