Before Alice had time to prepare, Lawson grabbed her by the waist and rolled her onto her back. He shoved her legs up so that her knees were level with her ears and her bare feet dangled before her face. Then he plunged into her with more fury than she'd ever experienced. Both of them came at once, and the wet, squishing sound their bodies made only served to drive them on. In this position she could not push back, but it didn't seem to matter. He held himself above her, neck muscles tight with what he was enduring, and shot off into her again and again. His grunts of exertion rang in her ears, and her mind flashed back to China, two years earlier.
Betrayed into an ambush, she had been forcibly tied down on a dinner table as a roomful of grim-faced Asians in business suits watched. Her arms were drawn over her head, bent at the elbow and cuffed to two of the table legs. Likewise her legs, folded at the knee and ankle-cuffed to the other two table legs. Her conservative attire--demure skirt, white silk blouse, suit jacket--quickly soaked with sweat as she struggled to free herself, demanding an explanation for this treatment. One high-heeled shoe fell to the floor. Like every female agent she knew rape was always a danger, and had prepared herself to endure it; her goal was now to survive until her fellow agents came to her rescue.
Then a small, middle-aged Chinese woman appeared at the foot of the table, in the space between Alice's spread knees. This woman had the grace and bearing of someone important, and the men bowed and moved away in respect. Her eyes, though, were colder than anything Alice had ever experienced....
Finally, her hip joints aching, Alice squirmed her legs free and wrapped them around Lawson's waist. She reached between their bodies to fondle her own breasts, since he seemed to no longer know they were there. They felt unbearably full and tender, and she handled them roughly, crushing them and pinching the tips. Her orgasm was now almost continuous. His weight on her made it hard to breathe, and she gasped
"Hnnnh!"
between her cries.
Alice strained against the cuffs holding her wrists and ankles. Neither they, nor the legs of the table to which they were fastened, budged. The woman slid her hands beneath Alice's skirt, the long nails raking lightly on her thighs. Smoothly she pulled down Alice's panties until she could rip the waistband and remove them. Alice shuddered in disgust. Then the woman bent out of sight, and Alice heard rustling in some sort of bag. The men murmured among themselves. When the woman appeared again, she held an unmistakable silver device about six inches long, which she activated with a twist. She touched the vibrator to the soft inner thigh just above Alice's knee....
She grabbed Lawson's hair and pulled his head back so he could look at her. "Can't breathe," she croaked. "Let me on top."
But instead he pulled himself out of her, and the semen pooled within her splattered on the damp mattress. Before she could react to the sudden agonizing emptiness, he turned her on her stomach, yanked her hips into the air and plunged into her from behind.
"AHHH!"
she screamed. It was deeper than he'd ever gone, and another ejaculation claimed those depths as his own.
The vibrator stroked like a feather along each side of her labia, nosing ever so slightly under the hood shielding her clit. The woman appeared to be in no hurry, and the men peered down as if watching a surgeon at work. Alice tossed her head and demanded they stop. It was maddening, like a slowly-increasing itch she couldn't scratch. "What the hell, Chuan?" she yelled at the gangster she'd been sent to bring down. "When this is over, I'll..."
His smooth Asian face appeared over her, smiling. "My dear Alice, when this is over, you won't remember your own name."
The woman violating Alice smiled, cold and vicious, like a piranha, all the while continuing the light stroking....
