1. Agents: Going down


    Date: 9/23/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Taboo, Author: lady-jen, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

    Having successfully recovered the stolen Russian thermonuclear weapon Lesley decided to take a well-earned week off shopping in Paris, “It was my second evening in Paris and I’d stopped at a small café to enjoy a glass of wine as I watched the Eiffel tower silhouetted by the slowly setting sun. I’d just paid my bill and was walking back toward my hotel when I felt a sudden sharp pain in the small of my back. That was the last thing I remember before I woke up here, wherever here is.” Lesley awoke to discover she was hanging suspended in a small metal walled chamber, her wrists and ankles locked in tight fitting steel manacles, a distinguished looking older gentleman watching silently as she slowly recovered from the d**gs. Her captor smiled darkly as he said, “Lesley Spencer, undercover agent of SIMS, did you think that your interference last week with our Islamic jihadist clients would go unnoticed? Or, did the idiots running SIMS actually believe that a bunch of illiterate ragheads could come up with the cash to buy a ten megaton thermonuclear weapon from the Russian mafia? Do you have any idea just how many lives have been lost due to your stupid actions? We were using those illiterate ragheads to destroy one of Syria’s secret WMD development facilities, and to detonate that bomb during one of President al-Assad’s monthly visits. We had the chance to cleanly eliminate both Bashar al-Assad and one Syria’s most successful WMD labs and you screwed it up! It’s thanks to you ...
    and the short-sighted efforts of SIMS that al-Assad is still alive and a bl**dy civil war still rages in Syria!” Pausing to press one of the switches on a small raised control panel, her captor continued, “We’re still not sure how, when surrounded and completely out of ammunition, you still managed to convince those Islamic morons to surrender but thankfully, you’ve interfered in our plans for the last time!” Lesley glanced down as she suddenly heard the faint hiss of hydraulics emanating from the metal floor directly beneath where she hung so helplessly. As she watched in mounting horror the floor beneath her slowly split apart revealing a terrifying pit of deadly looking spikes. Staring down in horror at all those deadly spikes Lesley could hear the amusement in her captor’s voice as he continued, “And if you’re hoping for a last minute rescue from your friends at SIMS headquarters, our sweeper teams have already erased them from existence. Of course, we did manage to capture most of the female staff alive, and there’s nothing better for troop moral than to watch dozens of beautiful women screaming in terror as they go to their deaths under the spinning razor-sharp blade of one of our world renowned DeCavelle Investments Group’s buzzsaws.” Suddenly the heavy steel frame to which she was so helplessly restrained started its deadly descent toward those horrifyingly sharp spikes. Glancing up at her captor their eyes met as he casually laughed before saying, “Oh, I know should ...
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