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(I’d like to acknowledge the great work by Trent Wolf in his “Domino” stories for the inspiration to pen this style of story and a great fan Rollo T for his ideas and inspiration)

The Origins of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer

CHAPTER 1

Dave the Fixer carefully he poured the powder mix from the fold of crisp white paper into the neck of the champagne bottle, the powder fizzing as it made contact with the charged contents. He held the bottle up to the light to ensure it was completely dissolved; the pink liquid was filled with tiny sparkling bubbles which appeared from nowhere and raced upwards towards the surface. Pleased with his work he pushed the bottle down into the metal bucket full of ice, which crunched as he imbedded the bottle with a twisting motion. Wrapping a clean white napkin around the neck he placed the bucket in the limousine’s custom holder. Quickly he scanned the passenger compartment, the ice bucket, a single long stemmed glass, the opulent cream leather bench seats and thick pile cream carpet; he smiled and closed the door with a solid clunk.  Settling into the driver seat, he adjusted the throw of the wheel and familiarised himself with the controls, especially those which controlled the door locks and glass partition, finally he twisted the key and started the engine, the radio quietly filled the drivers compartment, easy listening, not his choice of music but hey he wasn’t hear to listen to the radio he had a job to do. He checked the address once more before the long black Cadillac pulled onto the wet street and sped off into the darkening evening.

Cindy Carter admired herself in the mirror; she twisted looking back over her shoulder. All she wore was a cream suspender belt, a sheer thong and seamed nude stockings. Her figure was womanly, feminine, soft, from her tiny feet her legs encased in sheer nylon, curved up to her firm buttocks accentuated by the suspender straps which indented slightly as they stretched over each cheek.  Two dimples showed just above the waistband of the belt before her back arched up to meet the cascade of dark brunette hair which she tossed back and forth over her shoulders. Turning to face the mirror she admired her full breasts each topped with a erect pink nipple, she cupped each breast gently kneading them, pushing them together before her thumb and forefingers slipped forward to capture and gently pinch and roll each nipple, as she did so she felt a familiar sensation low in her tummy which caused her to squeeze her thighs together. 

Releasing one breast she slid her hand down over the soft curve of her tummy until it reached the waistband of her sheer thong, her fingers lingered before continuing to stroke over the transparent nylon which covered her neatly shaved pussy. Cindy never wore her sex completely naked but liked to retain a small patch of fur at the top of her cleft, however the rest of her pussy was shaved silky smooth and as her fingers carefully outlined the shape of her plump lips the intervening nylon pressed against her skin heightened the sensation and she gasped, snatching her hand away quickly. 

She continued to pose for a while longer, placing her hands on her swelling of her hips and moving her weight from foot to foot. She was well used to wearing high heels and the five inch high black multi strap shoes which wrapped her feet only emphasised the shape of her legs. She was almost ready, her hair was freshly washed, shiny and soft, her make up was perfect, smoky eyes and bright red glossy lipstick. She took her evening gown down from the hanger and began to step into it.  She was excited about the evening ahead; it had all been such a surprise and a rush.

Only that morning she a received a call from a woman introducing herself the P.A. to the Director of Special Public Relations, a private function was being held for all the operatives involved in the “Warehouse Case”. When Cindy queried why  the woman replied saying she was not at liberty to divulge any further details other than, senior dignitaries would be attending to present awards, however she must not discuss the event with her colleagues as some of them would be receiving the commendations but would not be informed until the event. She ended the conversation by telling Cindy if was a formal affair and a car would sent for her at 8. As she put the phone down she was slightly taken aback, it was an unusual ending to what she would not have called a wholly successful operation!

CHAPTER 2

Cindy had been a police officer for five years, during that time she had gravitated from patrol duties towards special assignments. She was one of the youngest female officers to complete her firearms training and join an Armed Response Team. Her coolness under pressure, sound decision making and leadership skills had singled her out and before long her seniors had suggested her as suitable candidate for the Metropolitan Police Special Operations & Response Unit.

Cindy had found the work different from her previous roles; the unit’s primary function was to prevent major foreign crime gangs operating in the UK. Its operations often involved usually involved a lot of surveillance and intelligence gathering and some undercover work however at the same time its officers had to be prepared to deal with heavily armed dangerous criminals.

She had been with the unit 16 months, her first 4 months had been headquarters based and mostly training. Then she had been allocated to a team consisting of mostly experienced Intelligence and field officers and as the newest and most green she had effectively been the tea girl, running errands and doing boring tasks such as trawling the web for background information, but gradually she had found she was spending more time with the field officers, learning from them about planting a tap, surveillance and following suspects and other aspects of field craft. Her views began to be requested in briefing even if they were not acted upon her confidence and ability as an intelligence operative began to grow. 

Her last assignment, the “Warehouse Case” the team had been watching a warehouse following several lorry thefts that had involved specialist electronic equipment destined for government military contractors. It was suspected that a terrorist cell had been orchestrating the thefts although none of the stolen items had yet reappeared anywhere in the world for sale. The track had led to a warehouse that had been let as a storage facility to a haulage company but the lease led to a dead end, the company was fictitious. After 7 days they had observed very little activity at the warehouse, often with two or three men just standing around smoking or sitting in the cars. None of the men had any previous history with any police of government agencies in fact it was proving it difficult to even identify any of the them. The only clues were a tenuous link to a shadowy organisation presided over by a disillusioned ex East German Army Officer.

Vans had been seen arriving and the same men would be waiting inside the warehouse to unload them, boxes lots of white boxes, then again at night or the weekends other vans would arrive and the boxes would be loaded back in and driven away. The vans all carried untraceable false plates and despite intense surveillance they all managed to somehow switch plates on route and disappear.  They knew the boxes contained the stolen equipment but they needed to know where it was going and to whom to blow the whole operation open.

The team was getting nowhere and the decision was made to try and get closer. Surveillance had shown that several of the vans drivers used a nearby café and Cindy was soon to go undercover employed as “Shelley” a waitress. Briefed on her targets she soon made contact with the drivers, chatting and flirting with them. They responded to type encouraging the cheeky waitress with the tight skirt and big tits! When they didn’t appear for several days she would indirectly quiz them on their return feigning that she had missed them and obviously they had found a better café with sexier waitresses!

By wearing a wire Cindy was able to take back every detail of her conversations including the ribald suggestions and her equally blue reposts to the intelligence analysts at Headquarters. Pretty soon they had pieced together the drivers would pick up from the warehouse and take the boxes and whatever they contained to Poland. The drivers had no idea of the contents of the boxes, only that they received payment on arrival in Poland, however the leads went dead again in Poland. Despite the new information the team was no further ahead and after further senior briefing the go ahead was given to hit the warehouse the next time the vans made a collection, Cindy having obtained this information from drivers. The team had assembled, drawn their arms and been briefed, they were to saturate the warehouse once the vans had begun to load and arrest all occupants and bring them back to HQ.

Arriving early at the warehouse the armed officers had taken up their covert positions and waited.  As the vans arrived and began loading they had sprung upon the unsuspecting men and secured the situation without a shot being fired. However as the men were lined up kneeling their hands secured with zip ties one of them jumped to his feet barging one of the officers to the ground before sprinting for the open yard gates.

“STOP HIM” someone yelled and sizing the situation as the man ran head down between two of the vans Cindy stepped out shoulder charging him off balance as he ran sending him sprawling across the tarmac and as he rolled to a stop she placed her combat booted foot on his chest and levelled her automatic at his head. “Stay down” she said.

Looking up at her she saw recognition on the man’s eyes as he said “Shelley?”

Two of the other officers hauled him to his feet and back in line, “Shelley” he shouted again, “it is you, you fucking bitch, you set us up”. Cindy ignored his shouts and climbed back into the van. “That’s a bit of a cock up” said Gavin her partner “him recognising you”

She shrugged and replied, “Shit happens I’m sure nothing will come of it, he’ll most likely be inside for quite a while”.

Next day at debriefing she immediately noticed the atmosphere. It appeared that after interrogating the suspects they were part of a well organised but until then unknown criminal gang which another government agency M.I.7 had been monitoring.  Whilst M.I.7 had uncovered the gang and part of the network they had been gradually infiltrating their operatives into the gang, several of them being amongst the arrested suspects. The Police operation caused much embarrassment at senior levels and this was compounded a week later when that procedural aspects of the arrests and management of the suspects whilst in custody had not been followed and the case against the remaining suspects had to be dropped by the C.P.S. as it had been unlawful. What the Police Special Operations & Response Unit were unaware of was that immediately on their release the men detained had reported back everything to their bosses, setting a chain of events in progress which would culminate in the events of tonight.

CHAPTER 3

Cindy pulled up the ball gown, strapless, it made of cream silk ruched lightly around the waist, floor length. The bodice was boned and lifted her bust to perfection and as she fastened the side zip her breasts gently swelled before her eyes. She took to admiring herself in the mirror again, the thigh length split parting to expose her stockinged leg. Pleased with her appearance she pulled on the matching opera gloves before checking the contents of her evening bag.  The entry phone buzzed and moving to the hall she pressed the intercom, “Yes”

“Miss Carter“

“Yes”

“Your car is here”

Checking herself once more in the full length hall mirror she picked up her key and switching off the light pulled the front door shut behind her.  Her heels clattered down the marble steps of her apartment building and reaching the lobby she hurried to the door. Stepping outside she was met by a big man in a chauffeur’s uniform.

“Miss Carter?” he asked in a gruff voice and he gestured towards the glossy black car parked by the kerb. As she walked towards it he stepped past her and opened the door, stepping back.

“Madame”

“Thank You “Cindy replied and she bent gently forward to step inside before sliding herself into the centre of the seat. As she bent his eyes followed her swelling breasts and he caught her perfume and he smiled to himself.

The door closed with a clunk and suddenly the inside of the car was silent all external noise banished by the soundproofing. Smoothing her gloved hands back and forth across the smooth leather she took in the interior. She had expected just a regular car not a limousine!  The windows were heavily tinted and she knew although she could she out nobody could see her inside and she again squeezed her thighs together as the warm feeling returned. In front of her was a bottle of champagne nestling in an ice bucket. Next to the bar was a small TV screen and she stretched out her legs and sank back into the seat, she could get used to this.  The car rocked gently as the bulky driver seated himself. He twisted around and spoke to her.

“Everything O.K. for you Miss?”

“Oh Great” she replied enthusiastically.

“Well help yourself to champagne; we got a bit of drive out to the Director’s residence”

“Oh, I thought it would be in town” she queried

“No, the Director holds private functions like this at his home, why is that a problem?”

She paused, “No it’s no problem just so long as you look after me and get me home” she giggled

“Oh don’t worry we’ll take very good care of you, now drink up enjoy the champagne” and he smoothly pulled the car out into the flow of traffic.

She leant forward and lifted the dripping bottle from the ice, the motion of the car was smooth and she had no problem pouring the bubbling pink liquid into the narrow glass. She leant back again and sipped the champagne, she squeezed her eyes shut as the bubbles tickled the inside of her nose, then the ice cold liquid frothed across her tongue sending a cool wave deep inside her chest, nice she thought and took a bigger swig.

“Drink up, enjoy yourself” she heard from the front seat and she looked up to meet the chauffeur’s eyes in the rear view mirror.

She laughed “Do you want me to arrive at the Director’s tiddly?” and she took down another mouthful, she could feel the coldness now in the stomach.

The chauffer laughed a deep laugh, “Why not the rest of them probably will be besides its free!”

“Yes I suppose your right” she agreed and emptying the glass refilled it again.

All the time the driver watched her in the mirror, she could only see his eyes but if she could have seen his face his smile would have chilled her more than the champagne. The car was still in town now and she sat back watching other Saturday evening revellers make their way through the streets, all the time sipping from her glass. As the car dropped down onto the dual carriage way she could feel the effects of the alcohol beginning to flow through her body, she felt ever so slightly heady, perhaps she had had enough for the time being, no more, still finish this bit and she drained the glass.

The car had begun to pick up speed and she began to find the cars and street furniture flashing by as slightly disorientating. Her eyes made contact with the driver and she leant unsteadily forward to speak. His response was to raise the tinted partition, “Hey” she called out as she slid forward off the seat onto her knees. Her limbs felt heavy, she could hardly lift them, falling forward her gloved hands slid down the partition. She raised one hand and the driver became aware of a soft thumping behind him, checking the mirror he could see her gloved fist beating weakly on the glass, her eyes were glazing her lids half closed. Her mind was clouding, she was losing control of her arms and legs and she slumped down into the thick pile carpet. Through the floor of the car she could hear the soft rumble of the road as the car sped towards its destination further numbing her senses and she began to feel as if her mind was drifting from her body.

Adjusting the mirror slightly the driver could see Cindy’s body prostrate on the floor of the car. He pressed a button on the dash, after a few seconds a disembodied voice said “Yeah”

“It’s done, I’ve got her, we’re on our way get everything set up”

“Ok” came the reply “we’re ready and waiting” then a click ended the dialogue. Slowing for a roundabout the driver swung the car around and began to head back into town.

Whilst the operation had not been a success it had caused repercussions. The criminal activity which had been carried out with such successful secrecy had now been exposed and would force the organisation underground whilst they rethought the whole operation and could begin again. This temporary cessation of business had caused them to lose money and it had not been cheap to buy off the C.P.S. lawyers to get the case dropped. The bosses had met to discuss the fiasco and agreed that the police need to be shown the consequences of sticking its nose into organised crime. Reviewing what information they had it was clear they had been “infiltrated” in some way and set up and the insider had been the waitress! She was clearly an undercover operative; they would need to find out more about her.  This they achieved by a little visit to the family of the café provider who was happy to answer their questions so long as they stopped pouring the petrol over him and his family!  Armed with Shelley’s real name their insiders in the law enforcement community were able to fill in the gaps for them. They would teach the police a lesson especially that undercover whore, get Dave the Fixer!

The limousine indicated and slowed before turning into the industrial estate, the driver clicked off the headlights and external lights, he knew where he was going and there was still enough light left to follow the road plus the estate would be deserted on a Saturday evening. Swinging into a block of units he pulled the car up outside an innocuous looking building. Outside the building displayed no logos or business names, the upstairs windows were in darkness but as he stepped out of the car yellow light spilled from the opening front door. The driver opened the rear door, Cindy lay sprawled on the floor her breasts slowly rising and falling. He lifted one eyelid and she moaned softly and the blue eye flickered.

“Come on my beauty you’ve got a party to go to” and with ease he hefted the incoherent woman across his shoulder. He pushed the door shut with his foot and made his way towards the open front, as she walked he could feel the slippery silk of Cindy’s dress sliding off his shoulder, raising his hand to steady her and couldn’t help feeling her curvaceous bottom through the material and almost instinctively his hand cupped and squeezed, Cindy let out a low moan but his hand stayed firmly in place.

CHAPTER 4

Dave carried Cindy’s unconscious form through the small entrance lobby, down a short corridor and into a large but virtually empty space. The building was a standard industrial unit and apart from a few offices the majority of the building was void awaiting the flooring and space specifications of any new owners.  Gently he lowered her onto large plain low wooden table in the centre of the floor leaving her lying on her side. Stepping back he turned to look at the other occupants of the room, three physically imposing men in their late forties, early fifties, all solidly built almost portly but taut, ready to respond to any threat, men not dissimilar to himself for they all held the role of enforcers for the organisation.

“Good job” said one of the men, “No problems I take it?

“Nah” replied Dave “went exactly as planned she’ll be out of it for hours”

“Good lets get finished setting up” and the men moved to busy themselves with the task they had been doing when he had arrived. Arranged around and facing the table were four large barn door film lights which when switched on illuminated the table of which Cindy lay. Set back from the table and next to each of the lights where four video cameras set to record their view of the table. For the next ten minutes whilst Cindy slept on they adjusted and tested the lights and cameras before agreeing they where ready.

“What’d you give her” asked one of the men rolling her onto her back her head lolling to one side her gloved hand flopping across the table

“A mix of GHB and Ketamine” came the reply, “She’ll be out of it but responsive but won’t remember a thing” he laughed.

The man reached over and squeezed her breast firmly eliciting a loud moan from the woman her hands moving feebly back to try and push the gripping hand away.

“She’ll try and resist and we’ll have to hold her but in general she’ll be easy to control” continued Dave.

“We’ll lets get started” said the first man, “my cock’s been aching since we got this job” and the others laughed.

“Stuff’s in the corner, take your pick” and he gestured to a small table outside the bright pool of light in which they stood.  Moving to the table the men found a selection of latex masks, a pig, President Reagan, a wolf and George Bush; the men took one each before stripping off their clothes some folding them neatly onto the chairs against the wall, others piling them up as they were removed. Once naked each of the men donned their mask, adjusting them. None of them questioned the fact that four men now stood naked facing each other wearing nothing but a character mask, they had their instructions and they would follow them.

“Right” said the wolf, “Remember no using names and she’s not to be permanently damaged in any way, well at least not physically” and laughter rolled from behind the masks “Ok?”  The three nodded. They turned and moved back to the table positioning themselves on all four sides. Wolf picked up a small remote “Cameras, three, two, one and simultaneously a red light appeared on each of the cameras.  The four men closed in on the table reaching for Cindy, she moaned as they moved her into the centre of the table.

“Nice” growled Reagan

Cindy’s brightly lit form lay sprawled on the table, her big breasts rose and fell steadily, her bright red lips slightly parted, her brunette hair splashed around her head.  The cream gown had parted to reveal her firm thigh clad in a tan nylon stocking, the suspender strap disappearing under the silk.  Pig reached across and pulled the gown aside unveiling more of her, the bare top of her thigh bisected by the strap the swell of her neatly trimmed mound beneath the sheer fabric.

“Fuck me she’s soaking “exclaimed Reagan seeing the thin dark damp line of moisture which defined the slit of Cindy’s pussy against the material.

“That’s the drugs” laughed Bush “She can’t help it”

Reagan began to let his thick fingers stroke along the line feeling the shape of her sex, his cock hardening almost instantaneously as Cindy moaned in response to his touch. The others watched their cocks beginning to thicken as his finger slowly moved to the edge of the thong before slipping beneath before continuing to slide up and down her slit, as he did so he could feel her lips become slippery under his touch. Cindy responded again this time moving her hands towards the offending intrusion and drawing up her legs.

“Hold her “said Bush quietly and at the foot of the table Wolf gently grabbed her ankles pulling her legs down and slightly apart. At the same time Bush reached for her gloved wrists and pulled them back above her head. Cindy protested more loudly, struggling ineffectually, achieving nothing. She was now stretched on her back along the table and as Reagan’s finger continued to probe deeper into her warm slippery recesses, Pig moved up and began fondling her breasts sliding his fingers under the bodice of her dress freeing each big firm breast. All four men’s cock’s stood hard and erect now as Pig began to roll the nipple of one breast between his thumb and forefinger whilst he roughly kneaded the other breast. Wolf and Bush increased their grip as Cindy began to struggle harder, “nnnooooo, nnnnoooo” she moaned softly the drug cocktail fuddling her senses, her body responding, her mind resisting but responding and resisting to what?

“Get her dress off” said Wolf and Pig released his assault on her breasts to pull down the zip running down the side of the gown. Once free Wolf began to tug and with assistance from Reagan and Pig the sheath of now loose cream silk slid from her body. Wolf tossed it to one side and snapped “panties now”.

Simultaneously Pig and Reagan hooked a finger in the waistband of the tiny thong and with a single motion tore away Cindy’s last vestige of modesty. Wolf slipped the tiny scrap of material over her feet and dropped it to the floor, then gripping her ankles he slowly began to spread her legs.

She continued to resist and Bush increased his grip as her satin clad wrists twisted in his hands. Reagan began to stroke his cock with one hand whilst his other slid up and down her nylon encased thigh and he emitted a low groan from behind his mask. Pig’s fingers began to tease at the small patch of fur which topped her mound.

Her legs where spread wide now fully exposing her sex, her lips now slightly parted revealing her glistening interior. Pig’s finger began to part her plump lips before gently stroking up her slippery inner folds towards her clitoris which his coated fingers began to lightly rub. The effect was immediate; she arched her back lifting her buttocks from the table pushing against his touch. Wolf and Bush held her firmly and all four men where aware of the aching in their cocks and the clenching of their balls.

“Fuuuuuuuck me!” said rumbled Pig.

“You’re first” ordered Wolf and Pig climbed onto the low table as Reagan moved around taking a slim ankle from Wolf before both of them spread her legs wider.

Pig slipped three fingers deep into her pussy revelling in the warm wetness, Cindy responded “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr” she moaned rolling her head her tongue licking her shiny red lips. Her eyes opened briefly and her somnolent mind registered the leering features of George W Bush staring down at her. Pig began to position himself to penetrate her, stretching out between her spread thighs, he eased forward placing his hands on either side of her torso to take his weight until he felt the bobbing tip of his thick cock touch her wet lips, then he eased forward more slowly driving the tense purple head of his cock between her lips and up inside her.

“Nnnnnaaaarrgghhh “she moaned, “nooooooooo” and she tried to twist away but with her wrists and ankles held firmly and pinned by Pig’s weight on top and in her uncoordinated state she could do nothing as she began to slowly but forcefully pump in and out of her. His hard buttocks and thighs tensed with each stroke and he grunted in rhythm “Nnnnng, Nnnggg , Nnnggg” enjoying the sensation of her very wet pussy around his cock and her struggles beneath him. His thrusting increased in tempo until with a massive exhalation of breath; his body arched forcing his hips against hers and grunting he emptied himself inside her. Letting his head drop for moment, he gasped, still panting slightly and slowly withdrew from her, his cock still hard and glistening with their fluids.  Then raising himself onto his knees he lowered himself from the table, “She’s tight and very wet boys” he said stroking one hand over her stocking top.

Reagan now said “roll her over, onto her side” and the three men heaved the semi conscious woman onto her side as Reagan climbed onto the table and lay behind her. As Bush and Wolf continued to hold her wrists and ankles Reagan began to fondle her breasts. He marvelled at their size and firmness, digging his fingers into the flesh and pinching and pulling her hard pink nipples. She moaned and tried to pull away pushing back into Reagan who was guiding his long cock between he buttocks, he wriggled pushing forward manoeuvring the tip of his cock toward her now closed but slippery entrance. As she pushed back he could feel he was close and pushing forward with his hips penetrated her as his cock head parted her plump sex.  Cindy gasped at the intrusion and moaned, nnnoooo, stop, I don’t want to” her voice weak and drunken. Reagan ignored her plea and pushed feeling his length go high up inside her. He slid one hand between her neck and outstretched arms and began to squeeze her breast, whilst his other hand reached over her hip and began to slide its way down between her closed thighs, she wriggled and twisted, “nnnooo, noooo” His thick middle finger worked its way feeling for the firm button of flesh between her full lips and finding its target began to massage it.  Cindy moaned and arched and Reagan began to thrust deeply in and out of her, he could feel her increasing wetness as he aroused her further.

Bush, swapped places with Pig and taking hold of her jaw, slowly pushed his index finger into her mouth, running it across her front teeth and her soft wet tongue; she closed her lips around the digit and began to gently suck. He enjoyed the sensation for a moment before twisting his finger to force her mouth open, then he slipped a rubber covered ring gag behind her front teeth and buckled it behind her head. He watched her pink tongue begin to explore the ring, darting in and out and he climbed onto the table kneeling before her head. Taking his fat cock in one hand he slid the other into her soft brunette hair, twisting it around his hand until he had a firm grip, then he steered his cock through the ring and into her mouth.

She baulked at first but his grip held her head steady, “Ggggglllarrrrrr” she whimpered her tongue sliding around the intruder trying to expel it. Bush shuffled forward on his knees forcing her captured head between his spread thighs, “Ggggggllllaaaaaa” she continued the cock beginning to muffle her protestations. Pig could feel her wrists twisting in his hands as she struggled weakly to free herself. Bush now began to pump her head up and down his cock.  Cindy glugged wetly with each thrust her tongue wrapping itself around the plunging member trying to prevent its ingress but in fact increasing Bush’s level of pleasure. Further down Reagan continued his own assault pumping his cock in an out of her in long strokes as he felt the sensations building in his balls. Without warning to either man Cindy began to buck and twist on the table, as her own drug enhanced orgasm exploded in her.

Wolf and Pig tightened their grip to hold her along with both the men impaling her until Reagan began to cry out, “Aaaaa, Aaaaa, Aaaaaa, Aaaaaa Oh Fuck” as he responded to her orgasm and came too. Moments later Bush began to moan loudly massaging the base of his cock with short stroking motions as he unloaded into her mouth. Cindy gagged and coughed but as he prevented her from spitting out his cum she swallowed instinctively, with huge gulps. Both men pulled back from her now, Reagan allowing his rapidly shrinking cock to slip from her, Bush withdrew his still dribbling member the last drops of his thick cum stringing from her mouth and trickling slowly over her lips and down from the corner of her still open mouth.

Wolf now gave more instructions “get her legs over the bottom of the table” and rolling her fully on the front Wolf and Pig slid her down the table until her hips where over the edge and legs hung down.  Reagan and Bush, still enjoying the afterglow of their incursion moved forward on either side and pulled Cindy’s arms down by her sides pinning her to the table. Pig now seeing another opportunity to work his hardening cock climbed back onto the table and shuffled toward her his legs spread on either side of her. Lifting her head he saw her glazed eyes roll and she moaned, “gggllllarrrrrr” a string of semen creeping down her chin.  Grabbing her thick hair he lifted her head back as far as he could before sliding in further, as he lowered her head she had no alternative other than to accept his thick cock as he guided her head into his groin. His cock was thicker than Bush’s, it only just fitted through the ring gag filling her tiny mouth almost completely, she baulked and struggled but he continued to hold her head steady letting her struggling tongue do the work.

Further down Wolf pushed her ankles apart spreading her legs. Although not very tall Cindy had very shapely legs the effect heightened by the stockings and suspenders, bent over as she was he could just glimpse her swollen sex bisected by the glistening pink slit, the change in posture now allowing the contributions of the two men to escape and trickle down her inner thighs. He squeezed the base of his own cock watching the engorged head swell even further and turn a dusky pink. Reaching between her legs he collected some of the fluid dribbling from her pussy and began to smear it up between her buttocks, releasing his cock he used his other hand to spread her cheeks. Gathering more lubricant he began to circle her tight pigmented anus which quivered and twitched. He looked up, Pig was now pumping her head up and down.

Reagan and Bush held her firmly down as she twisted her hips describing an almost perfect circle as they moved. Stepping forward the head of his steely hard member bumped against her ring and feeling the positive contact he pushed forward with a grunt. He met resistance, from the tight sphincter and with his second push the fact that her body was sensing his assault. With her mouth filled with cock all that could be heard was a soft slurping and a string of rhythmic grunts from Pig. Wolf kicked her ankles further apart and with one hand guiding his cock the other gripping her hip he steadied her pelvis and with one further push he felt the resistance give and he slid deep into her tightest place.

Pig at the other end felt her buck and struggle and looking up saw what his associate was doing. Wolf now began to slowly pump in and out enjoying the sensation of her tight ring now stretched around his thick shaft. He was holding her hips with both hands preventing her from struggling.

The men holding  her arms now folded them up her back each freeing a hand to reach under her and begin roughly squeezing and pulling at her breasts and nipples.  Cindy twisted and squirmed, moaning around the member filling her mouth. Wolf, the speed of his thrusts increasing now began to slap her buttocks with each in stroke. The pitch of her moans rose and hidden behind his mask Pig smiled as the humming vibrations of her protestations were transmitted to his cock. He could feel the sensations building in his balls until at the point of climax his hand tightened on its fistful of hair and forced her head down further as he spurted into her mouth. Cindy struggled to twist her head away as her mouth filled with salty cum for a second time but his grip was too strong. Moments later Wolf pushed hard and deep into her rectum hissing through his teeth like a locomotive as his warm semen filled her.

As Pig slid his cock from the ring dribbles of semen trickled from the corner of her spread lips. Wolf withdrew himself slowly wincing as the over sensitised head of his softening cock slipped from her anus trailing a string of cum, he gasped quietly.

Regan and Bush hauled her body like a rag doll back up onto the table and dropped her back in the centre. She rolled onto her side mewling softly, cum seeping from all her mouth, anus and pussy, her breasts pink from their mauling. Wolf clicked the remote to pause the cameras as the men caught their breath.

“How are we for time” queried Reagan.

Wolf checked his watch, “that was just over an hour and a bit”

“And worth every minute” quipped Pig, the others laughed.

“We had better clean up, they want the footage as soon as we are done, I’ll sort that, you three get her cleaned up, remember no traces the kit is over corner and bag up her clothes”.

The men sprang into action stripping off their masks. Cindy was stripped of her stockings and shoes and carried over and placed in a large plastic pool of warm water. The men had donned white disposable coveralls as they worked. One began to douse and sponge down the woman’s body with warm soapy water whilst the other filled several large syringes and an enema bag.

“Ok I’m off now to deliver the footage, Dave you’re in charge make sure everything is squared away before you close up”.

CHAPTER 5

Cindy awoke with a bump, her head was pounding, her eyes hurt and a feeling of nausea washed over her, starting suddenly she sat bolt upright in bed……what the fuck had happened last night. She looked quickly round the room, nothing everything was in its place, she was alone, curtains closed but something was wrong.

How much had she drunk to feel like this and she couldn’t remember a thing, well she could but weird things, lights, animals, presidents…..

Lifting the sheets she saw she was naked and then looking around the room…. where were her clothes, the state she was in you would expect them to be all over but everything was pristine. Who had brought her home then??

Her mind reeled.  Sitting slowly on the edge of the bed she sat for a moment before dashing into the bathroom, draped over the basin she retched loudly bringing up nothing but green bile, nothing in her stomach? God she must have chucked up already.

Teetering back into her bedroom she began to look around, all she could find was her keys and purse on the table, no shoes, no gown, no stockings. Then she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She looked again, although her eyes were red rimmed from retching her face was clean, no panda eyes, no smeared lippy, her face had been cleansed!

Then her head began to ring, loudly, she cradled her head in her arms before she realised it was the phone.

“Yes” she said warily

“Officer Carter?”

“Speaking, who is this?”

“I’m Chief Superintendent Gosling of Internal Affairs, Officer Carter where were you last night?”

“What” she queried “Where was I?”

“Yes Officer Carter, what were you whereabouts last evening?”

Cindy gathered her senses.

“Sir I believe I attended a commendation party at the Director of Public Relations residence but in all honesty I cannot remember too much”

There was silence, then, “Officer Carter, there was no commendation party last night, please stay where you are, two officers should be with you shortly, do as they say and please go with them”

Cindy sat stunned.

“Officer Carter, Cindy, do you understand, stay where you are, do nothing, assistance will be with you shortly”

Cindy heard running footsteps up the stairs then knocking at the door, “Cindy Carter, this is the police please open the door”.

Two hours later Cindy sat in an interview room at New Scotland Yard, she was wearing paper coveralls which the officers had made her put on at her flat. Then she was driven straight to headquarters where she was examined and questioned by the police surgeon, had blood samples taken and was given a thorough physical examination. No she sat waiting her mind still a whirl. The door opened.

A uniformed police woman entered, “Cindy come with me please”.

She was led down a corridor and into a large room where several Officers sat, one of them was her commanding officer, most she didn’t recognise, the police surgeon was there too.

“Cindy please sit down”

“What’s happened, what’s this all about?”

“We believe that last night you were abducted and assaulted, but by whom we have no idea”

Cindy sat aghast, her mouth open.

“According to your statement you were contacted to attend a private function and not to discuss it with your colleagues and you were collected from your flat last night by limousine but after that you have no definite recollection of events until you awoke in your flat this morning.”

“Go on” she replied

“Cindy there was no private function last night for you and your colleagues and blood tests show that you have residual amounts of the drugs GHB and ketamine in you system along with a low level of alcohol which leads us to believe you were drugged and abducted at some point in the evening”

“Ok” her mind struggling to take it all in “but you said I was assaulted, I’ve got no injuries so what the fuck happened to me?”

“Cindy there is no easy way to say this, we know you were drugged, abducted and suffered a prolonged sexual assault by four men, after the assault you were cleansed of all traces of evidence and returned to your flat”

She sat silent, her eyes wide, the room silent all eyes on her, then she spoke

“So how do you know this?”

“You were set up, it was meticulously planned, your abductors filmed the whole thing, a copy was delivered to New Scotland Yard first thing this morning.  We believe the motivation was retaliation for your unit’s work against a European crime syndicate, they said next time Shelley would end up in a body bag and they would film that too, we know Shelley was your undercover name, somehow they discovered your true identity”

She was gathering her composure now, her inner strength.

“But you have no idea who these people who did this to me are?”

“Sadly no, we know they are most likely linked to an new Eastern European organisation which is trying to make a name for its self, but they left no evidence, nobody saw you leave or return, we have been unable to find your clothes, the location of the assault is untraceable and you yourself were thoroughly cleansed of all potential evidence.”

“Bastards” you said under her breath, “Bastards, I need to see the film, please I need to see it”

“Cindy I’m not sure that’s wise, it’s quite, graphic”

“No I need to see it to see what they did to me”

“Ok, it’s your call”

A short time later she was sitting in the projection room as the lights dimmed and the screen flickered into life, she watched the tableaux unfold. She watched as the four powerful figures of the men their faces hidden by the grotesque masks approached her prostrate body on the table, they handled he like a piece of meat, mauling and groping her form, gradually stripping her naked before stretching her out and holding her down on the table.  The soundtrack had been edited; all the men’s comments removed only their moans of pleasure interspersed with her own moans, cries and protestations.

One of them mounted her rutting like stag, them she was repositioned and entered from behind; she could clearly hear the sound of flesh slapping flesh, the soft squelching as she was fucked. The footage from all four cameras had been edited and mixed, the viewpoint now showed her head, mouth ring gagged open guided onto a huge erect penis as she was skull fucked.  Close ups showed semen dribbling from her open mouth and swollen pussy. 

Then she was draped over the end of the table and she watched disembodied as she was violated anally whilst another cock filled her mouth. The final shots panned around her exhausted form, lipstick smeared, semen coating her lips, breasts, thighs and buttocks.  Then it was over, and as the lights came up huge tears trickled down her cheeks.

The Doctor leant forward placing a hand on her shoulder, “Are you Ok Cindy?”

“Yes I’m fine”  she said and after a moment, her voice laced with venom “So where do we find the fuckers who did this, I want them dead”

“Officer Carter, I’m afraid you won’t be able to go after these men, we can’t risk you, they know who you are and what you look like, their threats where very specific, it they find you hunting them they will take you and return you to us in bits, it’s just too risky but we will keep hunting them”

“So what about me, what happens to me in all this?”

“At this point we don’t know Cindy”

“So you’re saying my career is over, it’s too dangerous for me now, that’s bullshit, I’m good at what I do I can look after myself and if you don’t help me find them, I’ll do it on my own”

“Officer Carter I’m……..”

A voice from the shadows at the back of the room cut in

“I think I can help here but it’s not something we can discuss now, I need to make some plans, Officer Carter I want you to come to my Office at Thames House tomorrow at 11”

Cindy squinted into the darkness, she could see the shape of a tall man, but could not see any details.

“Who shall I ask for” she quizzed

“Control, just say you have an appointment with Control”

CHAPTER 6

At 11:05 Cindy found herself sitting in a high backed leather armchair in an office on the top floor of Thames house, across from her sat a slim middle aged man in a tweed suit and M.C.C. tie… so this was “Control”.

He was flicking through her file.

“You’ve got excellent evaluations so far throughout your career Miss Carter and I may have just the opportunity for someone with your talents, your motivations”

“Thank you errrr”

“Control, just call me Control”

“Ok, Control… what you have in mind”

“Firstly Miss Carter we need to get some things clear, I know you have just been through the most traumatic of events, but let’s face facts your chances of finding these men are virtually nil, especially on your own. Secondly these men are foot soldiers, expendable, worthless alive or dead. Now I head an organisation tasked with protecting this country and the world from the men who employ this sort of scum to do their dirty work. They are the people I need to seek and destroy; question is do want revenge or justice?”

She liked his style “When you put it like that Control I want justice!”

“Good my operatives wield a lot of power and I can’t have vigilantes on the team but I do need cool headed, unfazed under pressure cold hearted killers who can take down these guys and chop the head of this monster!”

She smiled “When do I start?”

“Well there’s the rub, Cindy Carter can’t start, she is too high profile now within the law enforcement community and we know from experience these bastards have people on the inside, as Cindy Carter you wouldn’t last a minute, no she has to disappear from the scene never to return”

Cindy looked puzzled “so where do I go from here?”

He fixed her with his grey eyes “Cindy Carter must die… publically” and he pushed a newspaper across the desk toward her.

She picked it up “COP KILLED IN GUN RANGE TRAGEDY” blazed the headline “Officer Cindy Carter was killed today in a tragic shooting accident at the metropolitan police gun range”

“We will arrange for you to die, your death being witnessed by your unit colleagues but they will never know the truth to ensure it is credible, you will have a full honours funeral  befitting a decorated officer, from then on, well I don’t have to explain to you how  a witness protection program works.

“So who do I become?”

“Well you get to choose, who would you like to be? we will create a complete back story for you”

She laughed, “Well I always though Cindy Carter was a bit dull, so maybe something with a bit of sex appeal, less girl next door, how about Destiny Chevalier or Tiffany Dubois?

Control smiled, “Miss Carter I was thinking of something a little less…..theatrical, we are planning to turn you into a highly trained operative capable of dealing of death with a second thought, not a pop star!”

She looked slightly crestfallen and for a moment she reminded him of his own niece.

“How about Suzanne?” He proffered

“Hmmmmm Suzanne” she pondered…” but with a double Z… Suzzanne! and what about my surname?”

Control thought for a moment, “is your birthday really June 21st?” he asked

“Yes” she replied, “Why?”

“Midsummer’s day….Suzzanne Midsummer”

She laughed, “I like it, I really like it”

He rose offering his hand across the desk

“Welcome to M.I.7 Suzzanne Midsummer!”

THE END ????

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