Spy Girl Carrie

The Conclusion

Part 4

By Carrie

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Part 3

Later after she and Judy had fallen fast asleep, Carrie unconsciously rolled back onto her back oblivious to the effects her full frontal view was causing her comrade. Barbara couldn’t get the sight and now the feeling of desire out of her mind as she was mesmerized by every curve. Carrie’s body shimmered in the dull light with every tanned inch of her skin sending messages of desire through Barbara’s senses. She was so lost in the sight in front of her that anyone could have crept right up on them and Barbara wouldn’t have noticed. Later one of Carrie’s legs dropped to the floor drawing Barbara’s eyes to Carrie’s crotch. Just a glimmer of pink was visible between Carrie’s perfectly shaped lips. Just enough to prevent Barbara from looking away.

Late, Judy awoke on her own and relieved Barbara from her watch.

Shortly before Judy’s watch came to an end, a sound was heard coming from the direction of the road. She hesitated but then woke Carrie to warn her of what she thought she heard. Groggy, Carrie struggled with what Judy was trying to explain. Once it registered, she was instantly awake. Barbara awoke as well. Carrie ran to the table to quickly get back into her scant cloths Judy thought; but instead Carrie rummaged through her backpack for her gun, which she rarely carried.

She pulled it out and immediately headed towards the door completely naked, not even considering putting her bikini on. Now with their guns drawn, the three women made their way out the door led by the very bare Carrie.

“Aren’t you going to put something on?” Judy whispered.

Carrie looked down and seemed for the first time to realize she was naked. Without hesitation she continued down the path more concerned with their safety than her own modesty. Judy and Barbara crept outside close behind Carrie who seemed totally unconcerned with her nudity. They inched their way down towards the road trying to be as quiet as possible.

Carrie stopped at one point catching Barbara by surprise as she bumped into Carrie’s bare shoulder and back. They tuned back to back momentarily with Barbara’s jeans’ covered butt rubbing against Carrie’s tight little ass as they turned and surveyed the situation. They then split up as they reached the jeep. Carrie used hand jesters to direct Barbara’s and Judy’s movement as they tip toed forward. Carrie’s deep uninterrupted tan actual provide the best camouflage of the three as she quickly disappeared into the darkness. Carrie proceeded with caution as she delicately moved branches aside, trying often unsuccessfully to keep them from contacting her exposed skin.

“It must have been an animal?” Judy suggested as she spotted Carrie reappearing from the woods.

“I hope so. I’ve had enough surprises for one day. Let’s get back to the cabin.” Carrie whispered.

Carrie led the way, hoping that their location was still secure. This time, a little more relaxed, both Judy and Barbara checked out the rhythmic back and forth motion of Carrie’s cheeks as she walked ahead of them. They sat inside for a bit collecting their thoughts before Carrie took her watch. Having forgone putting her bikini back on for the prior adventure, she saw no reason to put it on when she was alone on watch.

…

At first she wandered down to the stream to see if she could pick up where the trail started before settling in on the chair position near the front door.

Carrie pulled a double shift, which brought them to just after dawn. She didn’t feel that sleepy after the excitement of their earlier scare so she let the others sleep. At dawn, she woke Barbara and then Judy to get ready for their busy day that lay ahead. Carrie started to rummage through her bag for her personal things and headed towards the door.

“I’m headed down to the stream to clean up. Anyone joining me?”

“No. I think I’ll see what we have to eat. I’m starving.” Judy replied.

“A good cup of coffee would taste real good right now” Barbara said as she slowly came to life.

The two women collected what they could find and settled down for a makeshift breakfast on the steps of the cabin. Meanwhile down at the small stream Carrie cleaned up using her small bar of hotel soap as both body soap and shampoo. Carrie was meticulous about hygiene whenever she could. Every morning she would shave her legs, arm pits and trim the little patch between her legs to a perfectly groomed little strip and today was no exception thanks to her tiny throw away razor. Today however she was doing it in chilly 50 degree spring water and not the luxury of a warm shower. She was extra careful due to the goose bumps that covered every inch over her body. Finishing her delicate task she ducked under the surface and rinsed one last time and headed back to join the others, refreshed and rejuvenated for the day ahead.

Judy and Barbara were sitting on the steps to the cabin munching on their makeshift breakfast as Carrie made her way up the small hill from the stream. The water still dripped from her bare skin since no towel was available. The sight of Carrie’s tight, dripping body caused Barbara breathing to increase and her nipples to harden as Carrie came closer. Judy herself was not un-effected by the sight of Carrie’s lightly bouncing breasts and tight abs. Carrie’s abdominal muscles weren’t quite the classic six pack type but were quite pronounced and quite a sight to be seen.

“Did you guys save anything for me? Carrie asked in a now very relaxed voice totally missing the stares she was receiving from both her comrades.

“Ah, all we, um, have is some bagels and some water. I think we should, ah save the rest for later.” an unsteady Barbara reported.

“Great. Hand me a bagel. I’m starving.” Carrie said as she stood with one leg on the step to the cabin causing her pussy to spread slightly capturing the attentions of her two comrades.

The view of Carrie’s slightly opened pussy caused a strange stirring deep inside of Judy causing her to react in her normal defensive way. “Aren’t you going to cover those tits of yours Carrie?”

“Jesus, Calm down Judy. Except for that bikini she doesn’t have anything to wear thanks to you.” Barbara said, seemingly coming to Carrie’s defense.

“Judy, its your fault I don’t have anything to wear remember.” Carrie reiterated.

With that Carrie shifted her leg seemingly a bit more conscious of the view she was presenting. She still made no attempt to go inside and put anything on but instead took a bite of her bagel.

After eating, they calmly went over the days plan and eventually went inside to pack their stuff for the trip ahead.

Satisfied that they had what they needed and could carry in their small back packs, Judy asked if they were ready to move out. It wasn’t until then that Carrie picked up the two piles of string that she had discarded the night before. She held them in her hand as if debating on whether to put them on or stuff them into her bag. Modesty got the better of her as she put the bag down and began untangling the mess. She then bent down and began to wiggle into the piece that she called a bikini bottom. A few gently tugs and adjustments later and she seemed satisfied that it was covering as much of her as it was capable of.

She then went to work on the top, first slipping the top string over her head and pulling the remaining ends around her back. Not even attempting to cup her breasts with the two sections that faired out from the long strings

“Can you do my back?” Carrie asked of Judy, as she finally tucked her nipples in the two patches lying across her chest.

Judy felt a little awkward but complied tying the straps together in the center of Carrie’s tan back.

With her only covering in place, she headed for the door, backpacks in hand. Once outside, all three women headed down to the stream below. The three looked ready for the hike ahead with their backpacks in place and determined looks on their faces. Two seemed dressed appropriately for the occasion while the third struggled to pull the tiny cloth she called a bathing suit out from between her butt cheeks.

Down at the stream Carrie stared down at the small map Pierre had given them. It appeared that if they followed the stream it would eventually take them right to Sal’s mountain top estate where they believed James was being held. It looked like a tough five mile hike, all uphill but as long as the trail held out it shouldn’t be that bad. All three women were in excellent shape from weeks of training so the climb should go fast.

The trail followed the small creek that provided for frequent opportunities to cool off but it wasn’t long before all three were perspiring heavily. The trail also seemed to get smaller as they went on which forced all three to watch their footing and walk with care as the brush became thicker and fallen trees often crossed their path.

After about an hour of hiking, the three decided to take a break and catch their breath. By then all three were glistening from their own perspiration. Carrie had several welts left by the occasional branch that could not be avoided. Numerous bugs buzzed around and you could hear the occasional “swat” as one would attempt landing on the vast amount of bare skin Carrie had exposed. All in all it was a pretty harsh environment especially for one who’s body was covered by not even a dozen square inches of flimsy cloth.

The break only lasted a couple of minutes before the trio were on their way again. The next section of the trail was particularly narrow as it rose along the ridge with the side of the creek well below. Judy was leading the way followed by Carrie and then Barbara when all at once Barbara lost her footing and slid down the embankment.

“Barbara, Are you ok?” Carrie and Judy yelled as Barbara came to a rest some 20 yards below.

“I’m ok but my leg is stuck in these roots.”

Judy made a move to see if she could help but almost slid down the embankment herself.

“Judy, wait a second. Where’s that rope we brought? Let’s try that before we all end up down there.” Carrie yelled to Judy.

With that Judy unpacked the rope she had packed in her backpack and looped it around a tree. Carrie put down her backpack and grabbed hold of the rope and started to make her way down to Barbara’s resting place.

For a person properly attired for a rock climbing mission this would not have not been an event at all but for Carrie, clad only in a tiny bikini this was a bit more challenging. As she approached Barbara, she herself lost her footing and slid head first for a few feet before stopping. As she slipped, the movement caused both breast to pop free of their flimsy confines causing her newly exposed breasts to slide along the loose soil causing her to yell out in pain.

She was a bit more graceful as she made it the rest of the way down to where Barbara was laying before inspecting her tender flesh and adjusting her top back in place. From there, she slid around to get a better look at Barbara’s predicament. Barbara’s was actually lying pretty much upside down against the hill, held almost suspended by her trapped leg.

With Carrie standing over Barbara’s sprawled out body, Barbara couldn’t help but stare at Carrie’s body standing before her. There would have been nothing out of the ordinary in the situation had Carrie been dressed in shorts or perhaps jeans, but dressed as Carrie was, it was anything but ordinary. Barbara tried to look away but was captivated by the sight. With Carrie stretched as she was, her bikini bottom provided not even the required coverage. One of Carrie’s legs was extended out down the hill preventing her from sliding further while the other was bent forward against the hill. The position stretched the suit tight against Carrie’s crotch while opening up the most exquisite gap above. Barbara couldn’t help but see down Carrie’s bikini all the way to her slit. Carrie tried to pull on Barbara’s leg to free her, but this action only drew more attentions as the muscles of her statuesque legs strained under the pressure.

Unsuccessful, Carrie moved herself into a position of better leverage, which only improved Barbara’s view. As she stretched to get better leverage, the tiny piece of cloth between Carrie’s legs was stretched to its limit exposing more and more of Carrie’s vulva with each movement. There was only so much the tiny piece of cloth could cover and Carrie’s stretched out position was far more than it was capable of. Finally in a grunt of strength Barbara’s leg came free of its entrapment, almost knocking them both down the hill.

Barbara brushed herself off and tried to walk as Carrie straightened up and made the mandatory adjustments to her tiny suit.

It obviously hurt Barbara to put pressure on her leg so getting back up the embankment was going to be more difficult that first thought. After a couple of failed attempts Carrie and Barbara decided to make their way along the stream a little further looking for an easier place to get back on the trail. Getting down to the stream proved difficult in its own sense, as Carrie had to help Barbara until they found firmer ground.

Barbara wrapped her arm around Carrie’s bare shoulder and half slid, half walked the remaining distance. It took all of Barbara’s control to not give way to her true feelings and explore her friend’s bare body even more.

The firmness and muscled tone of Carrie’s body was obvious but it wasn’t until her hands ran along her side that Barbara realized how truly tight Carrie’s body really was. She wanted to tell her friend and comrade right there about her desires for her but was afraid of the repercussions it might have given their current state of affairs. Barbara would have to somehow suppress her lust till a more appropriate time.

Carrie and Barbara talked about the mission as they made there way along the stream Barbara relying on Carrie for support. Judy followed on the trail above. Eventually they found a spot to get back up to the trail and regroup. Together once again they looked at the crude map and tried to estimate how much further they had to go.

“What happened back there?” Judy asked.

“I don’t know I guess I got too close to the side and the ground gave way.” Barbara explained as she limped over to Judy.

“Is you leg ok?”

“Yea, just a sprain and a couple of scraps. Thanks for getting me out of there. I couldn’t move from where I landed.”

The hike and rescue left them all a little worse for wear. It was near noon and the heat had left them all covered in sweat and the fall had left Barbara and Carrie with more than a few scraps between them. Carrie looked like a smaller version of one of those Amazon worriers as sweat streamed down her battle worn body. The sweat, which accumulated in streams, was actually helping to wash off some of the dirt that she had accumulated along the way. One particular stream ran between the curves of her breasts and down her flat stomach collecting in her navel before disappearing into the gap between her bikini bottom and pubic mound. A slight line was formed in the thin layer of dirt as it was carried away.

“Ok. Not that much further now but we have to be careful. Apparently there are some lines strung around the perimeter that act as an alarm. We don’t want to trip one of them and give ourselves away after coming this far.” Carrie explained as she picked up her pack once again.

The next part of the trip was doubly hard. First because the trail got steeper as they went on and secondly because Judy and Carrie took turns helping Barbara.

They reached a fence after about another hour. “This must be it”, Carrie whispered as she wiped the sweat from her brow.

They sat down to catch their breath while Carrie studied the map once again. Pierre had said that there were several ventilation shafts and that would be the easiest way in if we can avoid the alarm wires.

The fence was topped with razor sharp barbed wire and looked impossible to scale without getting seriously cut so the three ladies looked for another way in. They made their way along the fence keeping a keen eye out for alarms and surveillance cameras.

Finally they stopped at a point where the fence crossed a small gully. Judy went to inspect it as Carrie helped Barbara down the embankment.

“Be careful of any hidden alarm wires.” Carrie cautioned.

Sure enough the base of the fence was lined with a nearly invisible wire that blocked their path. Still it looked like their best way in so Judy went on to investigate the trip wire to see if there was any way to get by them without setting them off.

They seemed to be tension loaded so cutting them was impossible. Judy being a relative expert in alarm devises said, “These are those MIR devises that only trip when the tension is released. If we could tie it off perhaps we could squeeze under them.”

“Where’s the rope?” Carrie asked.

“We left it back were Barbara fell because I couldn’t carry it with both of your backpacks.” Judy responded.

“All we need is about a foot and a half of thin string.” Judy continued.

“Look through the back packs.” Carrie suggested.

“Nothing” All three concluded.

Carrie had no sooner finished, “I can’t believe we can’t find something to use” when Barbara said, “What about your bikini. It’s nothing but string.”

“Then what am I suppose to do.” Carrie asked quietly as she thought about the idea.

“There must be something else we can use.”

Carrie paused for a bit and then looked around rationalizing with herself that there was really no other option. ‘I’m going to end up naked before this is over. I can just feel it.’ She thought to herself.

With that she slowly reached behind her back and untied the tie holding her top in place. She then grabbed the neck strap with both hands and pulled it over her head and handed it to Judy to tie off the alarm wires.

Now for the first time Carrie felt vulnerable with her chest completely bare and her sensitive nipples exposed. Her only covering now was the tiny bikini bottom, which she fidgeted with more now that it was the only thing she had left.

Judy pulled the tiny triangles off the long string, effectively preventing it from being worn again even if she could retrieve it from the fence. This gave her a single long string that she used to carefully pull the alarm wire back. She pulled it as far as she dared and then tied it off to the bottom of the fence. This gave them about a foot to squeeze through between the ground and the alarm wire.

Barbara went first lying on her back and sliding under the fence. Once on the other side she stood up and looked around for other alarms. They then passed the three backpacks through before Judy laid down and slid under. It was a tight fit for her since she was a little bigger than Barbara.

Then it was Carrie’s turn. Carrie seemed a little reluctant since she knew that sliding her bare skin across the rough ground was going to be an uncomfortable undertaking. Seeing no other option she lay on her back and raised her arms over her head and under the fence stretching her already long body even more. She then carefully wiggled her way along. She winced a couple of times as sharp stones scraped her bare back. She had her head under and was making steady progress when Judy told her to stop.

“Stop. Your boobs are going to trip the wire”

The way Judy had tied the wires off formed a big triangle which made it easy for they heads to fit through but made it difficult for their breasts and hips to clear the wire. Carrie’s breasts were not going to clear the wire.

Barbara and Judy surveyed the situation as Carrie lay stretched out motionless under the fence. Barbara used the opportunity to survey more than just the wire. She couldn’t help but check out Carrie’s sleek body, which in its stretched position caused Barbara’s nipples to stir once again. Judy couldn’t help herself either as she scanned her comrades body. Neither missed the view of Carrie’s finely trimmed bush, which was clearly visible through the gap between Carrie’s bikini bottom and her pubic mound.

After an awkward moment of silence, Carrie suggested that they give her a hand. Judy and Barbara looked at each other with Barbara nervously speaking first. “Well, ah, ok”

Sitting to the side of Carrie, she slowly reached out towards the lower line. Instead of lifting the wire as Carrie had thought they would, they reached under the wire and cupped both of Carrie’s breasts and pressed down. Barbara was momentarily speechless as she was surprised by the resistance her hands met. Judy grabbed Carrie’s arms and began to pull until Barbara yelled for her to stop again.

“This isn’t going to work.” Barbara said.

With that Judy slid along side of Carrie’s other side opposite Barbara and reached under the fence. After a moment of hesitation both women effectively flattened Carrie’s breasts while Carrie wiggled herself under the fence without tripping the wire.

“Ok, I hope you both got your thrills. Now back to work.” Carrie said as she stood up and rubbed her back brushing the dirt from her bare skin.

Neither Barbara nor Judy said a word for the longest time.

Carrie handed them their back packs and tucked her fingers under the thin strap of her suit and tugged it back in place as best she could.

From there they climbed the small hill and stopped as Sal’s estate appeared ahead. They lay down and slowly crawled the last couple of yards up the hill not wanting to be spotted. The crawl was especially slow for Carrie whose exposed breasts dragged across the ground feeling everything as she moved. This would be difficult under normal circumstances but was especially so for Carrie as every movement sent all sorts of sensations through her sensitive nipples. Every so often there was a little whimper as a twig or leaf would scratch her unprotected nipple or tummy.

“Slow down guys. I didn’t exactly come dressed for crawling around the woods you know.” Carrie whispered to her friends.

Barbara winced as she looked back over her shoulder knowing what Carrie must have been going through.

It was now late afternoon so once the three scoped out the estate they decided to wait till dusk before making there way any closer. They tried to rest as they contemplated what they were about to get them selves into.

“Barbara and I can go in the ventilation duct and look around for James while you coordinate things with the pick up team” Judy suggested

“What are you talking about? I’m coming with you.” Carrie replied.

“You’re going to go trekking around Sal’s estate like that?” Judy asked seemingly surprised and Carrie’s response.

“Look, somehow I think me being half naked is going to be the least of our problems if we get caught in there.”

With that settled, they waited for the sun to set before continuing their adventure.

……

When the sun had settled behind the trees everyone got up and stretched, loosening up for what lie ahead. Carrie used the opportunity to once again straighten her bikini bottom as best she could. Her nervousness came out as she continued despite its lack of affect. She also tried to brush some the dirt and grime from her skin which felt that much more unconformable as the perspiration had dried in the cooling air.

“Ok, are we ready to do this?” she asked as they gathered their stuff.

There was little said in reply.

Slowly they crept towards the air vent that lay just over the hill. Carrie was constantly reminded of her exposure as her breast wobbled ever so slightly with each step she took. No one would have believed that her tiny bikini top had provided any support at all but unconstrained she was constantly reminded of her exposed state. The tantalizing motion did not go un-noticed by either Barbara or Judy who couldn’t help but stare.

Carrie wasn’t sure whether it was the motion of her boobs or the magnitude of the situation but her nipples were now erect and her sex wet and swollen with excitement.

They quickly reached the air vent and carefully inspected it for more trip wires and other devices that might set off an alarm. They didn’t find any so they went about trying to figure out how to open it enough to get in. It was a large vertical mesh of bars sitting about 5 feet off the ground with warm air steadily flowing outward. It was hinged at the top but bolted with two hefty bolts at the bottom. The nuts came off easily. They then struggled to open the heavy gate.

Judy held it open as Carrie and Barbara crawled inside. The opening led to a two foot diameter tube, which led deeper into the hillside. Carrie led the way on her hands and knees with Barbara and Judy just behind. They proceeded slowly not wanting to give themselves away. Barbara was finding herself very distracted by the sight of Carrie’s butt swaying softly in the dim light. Her bottom was little more than a thong as most if its thin material was wedged firmly between Carrie’s athletic cheeks. She thought back to Carrie’s breasts in her hands and how firm they felt. She couldn’t imagine breast tissue so firm, feeling almost as if they were some form of oddly formed muscle but at the same time soft as one would expect. The only interruption was the hard presences of her nipple at their center. Barbara wanted to reach out and do the same with Carrie’s butt cheeks just ahead but couldn’t.

Finally they reached a light shining through an interior vent. Carrie couldn’t make out what kind of room they were looking into and asked Barbara to take a look. This was the end of the pipe so Barbara had to squeeze past as best she could in order to peer in. As she did she felt the back of her head slide along Carrie’s long legs momentarily pausing at the void create where they met her torso. She hesitated almost embarrassed at what she was experiencing.

At that point she twisted her torso to look forward. This placed her eye just inches from Carrie’s all but bare pussy giving her an un-obstructed view up her flat stomach towards the bottom of her exposed boobs. The position was awkward, but the view - divine.

“Hurry up before someone finds us” was Carrie’s response more concerned about their safety than her compromised position.

Barbara continued forward until the back of her head was firmly lodged between Carrie’s bare breasts. That seemed to be the exact position she needed to view into the room. As she moved to scan the room she couldn’t help but be distracted as her head rubbed along Carrie’s exposed mounds, all the time her hair was gently rubbing against the bare skin behind her. Carrie couldn’t help but notice the sensation as Barbara’s hair brushed back and forth over her hyper sensitive nipples which only caused them to harden more. Fighting to maintain concentration Carrie asked Barbara what she saw.

They whispered back and forth for a couple of minutes, all the time Barbara’s hair brushing Carrie’s erect nipples.

“Can you open it?” Carrie asked suddenly feeling like she was starting to lose control.

Barbara twisted a little sideways in order to free her arm. She then struggled to twist open the nuts all the time the side of her face rubbing Carrie’s left breast with her ear seeming intent on finding Carrie’s extended nipple.

Eventually Barbara got the grate off and stuck her head through the opening. The trio then carefully made their way into what appeared to be a supply room of sorts.

Carrie slid out of the ductwork and began brushing the dust and grim off as best she could and adjusting her bikini bottom once again. Even covered with dust and dirt Carrie’s athletic beauty was obvious. In a way the grim just made her body look that much more intimidating to anyone fortunate enough to get a glimpse. Little did she know that shortly a whole lot of people were going to get much more than a glimpse and she would need as much intimidation as possible.

“Are you alright? Are you sure you want to do this?” Judy asked of Carrie.

“Well we’re in now. Let’s just find James and get out of here as quickly as we can.” was Carrie’s only reply.

From there the three set about sneaking around Sal’s compound. They made their way down the hall without being detected but really didn’t know were they were so it was more like trial and error as they searched. Twice they heard voices and ducked in doors to hide. Once in what looked like a utility room and later into what amounted to a closet. Three women squeezed into the closet as best they could. Barbara and Judy both tried to avoid Carrie’s bare body but it was impossible as hands and legs were all pushed together. All three women took the opportunity to calm their already overloaded nerves.

It seemed like forever before the voices passed and they were able to continue their search. As they entered the next room Judy accidentally slipped and knocked over a shelf which came crashing down with a loud noise.

“Oh God, they had to hear that.” Barbara whispered.

Swinging her arm wildly, Carrie gestured to the others to hide.

Too late. Two tall men were already entering the room from the back. Judy had made it under a table and Barbara behind a pile of boxes but Carrie was caught out in the open. Thinking quickly she turned and ran out the door they had just come in, but it was too late.

Two more guards ran towards her as she ran down the hall. She ran as fast as she could totally oblivious to the fact that she was almost naked. Under any other situation the tremendous motion in her heaving chest would have been a major distraction but under these circumstances it seem minor compare to the men chasing her. She was breathing heavily as she rounded the corner and headed towards the stairs. Just as she reached the stairs the door opened and two more guards joined the pursuit. She doubled back and tried one of the available doors but one of the guards grabbed her bare shoulder just as it opened. He tried to pull her back but the sweat that now completely covered Carrie’s body proved quite slippery and she was able to escape his grip. Inside she ran towards the far door and exited into the opposite hall.

A single guard appeared in front and two behind. Carrie was trapped. Time to see if she remembered anything from that Karate training she was given in training camp. She hit the lone guard in the stomach with one of her best kicks ever, knocking him backward. With all the adrenalin pumping through her body it was not hard to get some power behind her kick. She turned to the guard behind just as they opened their attack. Carrie was a blur of female flesh as she defended against their advances. Without the confines of clothing, Carrie was free to move unencumbered. The price for that freedom of movement however was the pain each blow delivered as it contacted her bare flesh. She fought superbly but despite her best efforts, several blows got through and landed on her. The blows stung terrible but that was the last thing on Carrie’s mind.

Carrie’s bikini bottom struggled valiantly to maintain some semblance of coverage but it was a loosing effort. The tiny piece of cloth was stretched beyond its capacity to cover Carrie’s vagina as her leg lifted for each kick. The back was well wedged between her butt cheeks providing no coverage to speak of. As it was, it was amazing that the tiny strings had not broken under the strain. The bikini bottom barely provided any coverage under the circumstances but that was the least of Carrie’s concerns.

Carrie fought on oblivious to the view she was presenting her opponents. Eventually another two guards appeared and joined the fight. At first the guards appeared tentative to reach out and wrestle the all but naked girl to the ground. They seemed satisfied to reach and grab at arms and legs. This allowed Carrie to fend off even the additional two for a while longer. After they had taken a couple of serious blows themselves however, they stepped up their attack. Two continued the frontal assault while the other two attempted to grab the wild women. Carrie was able to slip free several times as their hands could not maintain their grip on her slippery flesh. Several attempts caught Carrie’s breasts, leaving several scratches in the process. One across her right nipple, which she would feel for sometime to come. After a couple of failed attempts the guards were more aggressive, seemingly targeting Carrie’s unprotected breasts. Hands and arms were flying everywhere until one guard was able to reach around and lock his hands together around Carrie’s stomach. Carrie simply leaned back and used his support to kick the two in front with a simultaneous kick. She then slipped down and attempted to slip out of the guard’s arms. He squeezed as hard as he could, mashing Carrie’s poor breasts in the process as he attempted to maintain his control. Somehow Carrie managed to ignore the pain that her breasts and nipples must have felt and she slid free. No part of the body especially a woman’s breasts were meant to take such abuse but Carrie fought on.

The next attack came from both front and back at the same time and proved too much. One guard locked his arms around Carrie’s shoulders and behind her head while two others grabbed her legs at the same time lifting Carrie off the ground as they did. The loss of leverage proved Carrie’s downfall as she wiggled wildly attempting to break their grip.

As this took place several other guards appeared with Barbara and Judy in tow. Sensing the battle was lost, Carrie slowed her struggle as the four guards held her aloft. Barbara and Judy looked on, taking in Carrie’s struggle as each and every muscle in her body flexed in rhythm with her motion. Somehow her bikini had survived the battle despite the fact that it was hopelessly out of place at the moment. The back was not much more that a thong now with one strap pulled way low on her hip. Half her front and most of her back was exposed, leaving her all but naked to the admiring guards.

Carrie’s motion slowed allowing the guards to reinforce their grip. As they did, one of the guards started Yelling “I’ll make you pay for this bitch” as he reached forward and grabbed Carrie’s breasts as hard as he could. Carrie’s mind, calmed from the slowed pace, took in the full pain of this assault, letting out a small scream as he continued his assault on her tender flesh. Barbara and Judy both gasped at the sight, knowing themselves the pain that that must have been causing. Next the same guard reached for his own pants with the obvious intent of raping her. Just as he did a large woman approached yelling, “Stop” just before he reached his target.

She must have been Dr No the suspected mastermind behind the drug ring and terrorist activities. It had long been suspected that she was behind the activities but she had run below the radar of intelligence that the agency had collected on Joey LaPlantt.

“My, my, what do we have here? If it isn’t the lovely Carrie Parker and her two lovely cohorts? I must say I love your outfit. I love a woman with a tight body that doesn’t hide it under a lot of useless cloths.” She said with a snicker of envy. “Put her down and let me get a better look this splendid creature.”

Carrie stood defiant, legs slightly spread and shoulders back, in the middle of the small crowd that were all riveted on her all but naked body. Dr No circled Carrie inspecting her like a piece of meat, commenting to the eager male guards on each and every detail as Carrie resisted her urge to cover up. I like a woman that is confident enough to walk in here dressed like this. Don’t you Sam.” Referring to the head guard. “Shows her assets but keeps one last part a mystery. So sexy.” So what do you think? Is she a natural blonde or is this fake. No, No don’t tell me I love surprises.

Carrie didn’t move until after Dr No reached out to caress Carrie’s right breast, which she held high as she stared straight ahead. She was determined not to look down despite the feelings that raced through her veins as every eye looked on. This woman was obviously a lesbian and the guys were just as eager to jump her at the first opportunity.

“Let’s strip her and have some fun with this bitch,” yelled Sam, the guard that had started the assault her earlier.

“Patience, patience. That’s the problem with you men, no foreplay. All in due time but first let’s show some manners and let our guest clean up first. Then bring them up to my dining room where we’ll show them a good time before we have some fun. “Bring these two some clean cloths but I like this one just the way she is.” pointing towards Carrie. “No clothes can improve the look of this exquisite body and we’ll unmask her after dinner and see if she is a true blond.” referring to stripping her of her last remaining article of clothing.

The guards knew better than to pull any tricks and quickly hauled the three off to a locker room complete with a shower room. The guards remained outside which gave the women some momentary privacy. “What are we going to do now?” Barbara whispered fearing they were being overheard.

The three quickly realized that escape was probably futile for now. “I don’t know, have dinner, and see if there’s a way out from there I guess” was all Carrie could manage trying to maintain the spirited front to the team.

“Did you see the way those guards were looking at you Carrie?” Judy said.

“And Dr No, she was practically drooling. What are you going to do?” Judy added

“I don’t know. Find something to cover up with I hope” was Carrie’s response.

Carrie tucked her thumbs behind the tiny stings that held her lone piece of covering in place and slid it down her long athletic legs as she said, “Might as well get this dirt off of us while we have the chance.”

Judy and Barbara seemed reluctant to take their cloths off not knowing what to expect when they came out. Eventually they did, leaving them on the bench before heading off to the shower room where Carrie was already under the water.

The water felt fantastic as Carrie inspected her tired and sore body letting the water cascade over her shoulder.

“Are you OK?” Judy asked. “That was quite a fight out there.”

“Just a couple more scraps and bruises to add to my collection.” Carrie replied washing the grime from her body.

Barbara couldn’t help but stare as Carrie closed her eyes and archer her back to wash her hair. Carrie’s twin mounds were thrust forward accentuating their size and firmness as well as the flatness of her tummy as she stretched.

The women took their time under the warm soothing water momentarily escaping their dire situation. When they finished they returned to the main area to find three piles of cloths waiting them. It was actually more like two piles and a scrap of cloth. Barbara’s and Judy’s cloths had been replaced by two neatly folded orange jump suits with Carrie’s tiny sting bikini bottom sitting neatly folded alongside.

Somehow the tiny piece of cloth had been laundered and dried in the time they were in the shower. Also on the table were three hair driers and an assortment of makeup and other niceties.

“Apparently she wants us to look good before she kills us” Judy said.

“She could have left us some underwear at least. All there is this ugly jump suit.” Barbara added.

“At least you have that. It looks like she liked me bare.” Carrie said with a sigh as she held her bikini bottom from her index finger. “Why even bother.” she said as she dropped it on the table next to the hair driers.

Judy and Barbara quickly slipped into their jump suites figuring that Dr No or the guards were probably watching through some camera hidden somewhere in the room. They then joined Carrie drying her hair.

“You’re not actually going out their completely naked, are you?” Barbara asked astonished at her partner’s bravery and lack of modesty.

“I don’t see why not. She’s just going to strip me later anyway. Maybe we can use it to our advantage somewhere along the way.” Carrie answered with an air of disgust in her voice.

Eventually the women finished their hair. Then Barbara and Judy added a little makeup for good measure. Carrie simple picked up the container of talcum powder and shook it over her bare breasts and legs. Barbara and Judy couldn’t help but look on as Carrie rubbed it into her bare skin.

Just as they finished the door opened and two guards walked in.

“Well, well don’t they clean up nicely. And look at that. I guess this one is really a natural blonde. Won’t the boss be pleased?”

Just give me 5 minutes with her, that’s all I need.” The one guard yelled lusting over Carrie who stood defiantly before them with her hands on her hips daring them to look. Both guards eyed the leggy blonde as the bulges in their pants grew.

‘Three of us and two of them’, Carrie thought as she dared them to look at her as she contemplated her options. ‘This may be the best odds we get.’ ‘Just let them get a little more aroused and we’ll make our move.’ Carrie knew exactly what she was doing as these guys were in lust over her bare naked body.

If it gave them the upper hand she wasn’t above using her body to her full advantage. Unfortunately just as she was about to make her move, three more guards walked in the door ruining her plan. Their leader looked on for a moment before yelling, “What’s the delay? The boss is waiting. And put that bikini on bitch, the boss wants to unwrap you herself.”

With the advantage gone, Carrie slowly walked back to the table and retrieved her bikini bottom as the guards looked on taking in the gentle sway of Carrie’s butt. The muscles of Carrie’s legs seem to extend right up into her butt causing the most gentle swaying action as each step was completed. She then turned back to face the leering guards as she slowly wiggled into it, sensually pulling it up her long legs keeping her eye riveted on the lead guard the entire time.

Barbara looked on in amazement as her partner continued to use her body to distract the guards. It looked like it was working as the guards fell silent as she untwisted the tiny piece of cloth and slowly wiggled her hips and meticulously tugged it into place.

Having completed her sexy reverse strip tease she simply shrugged her shoulders and broke the prolonged moment of silence by saying, “Well, I guess I’m dressed for dinner.”

The guards snapped back to reality and grabbed the three women dragging them up the stairs to the boss’s dining room. Two covered from head to toe in bright orange jump suits and the third all but naked wearing a tiny string bikini bottom that barely measure a couple of inches square. The guards in front and to the sides kept stealing glances at Carrie’s breasts as they wobbled ever so slightly with each step. The ones behind seemed satisfied to stare at the mesmerizing sway of Carrie’s butt as the cloth seemed to be slowly swallowed more and more into the crack of her ass with each step.

Without a hand free, Carrie was left with no choice but to let here unattended bikini struggle to hold on as best it could. By the time they reached the dining room it had all but become a thong again.

The lead guard opened the door and the guards pushed the three women inside. The room was the master dining room and decorated quite exquisitely - quite a contrast to the floor below.

Dr No was standing at the end of the long table waiting for their arrival. She immediately walked over to Carrie and scanned her from head to toe and back, lingering on Carrie’s breasts.

“Such a remarkable body. It would be such a tragedy to bury it under clothing don’t you think,” she remarked as she reached out and gently stroked Carrie’s bare shoulder.

Carrie moved away from the touch until ordered to stand still by Dr No.

“Quite impressive don’t you think.” Her critique of Carrie’s naked body was in the form of a question directed at Barbara and Judy. She waited for a response and not getting one turned towards the two and repeated herself.

Without saying a thing both nodded reluctantly not looking at their comrade.

Dr No slowly lowered her hand down Carrie’s arm and then gently towards Carrie’s right breast. Carrie didn’t move a muscle as Dr No gently caressed the underside of Carrie’s breasts and then inspected the nasty scratch that crossed just to the outside of the nipple. Dr No was an obvious lesbian and enjoying her inspection while her guards looked on enviously. Everyone in the room with the exception of Barbara and Judy looked on in lustful amazement as Dr No cupped both Carrie’s breasts. Still Carrie remained defiant trying with all her mind to ignore the embarrassment that she felt.

Dr No continued her detailed inspection commenting on the size and firmness of Carrie’s breasts. When neither Barbara nor Judy responded she ordered them over. She grabbed Barbara first and ordered her to check for herself, again more in the form of a statement.

Barbara didn’t know what to do or say as her arm was forcible lifted towards Carrie’s left breast. Dr No repeated the question while caressing Carrie’s left breast with Barbara’s hand.

Without saying anything Carrie nodded her approval for Barbara to continue.

Barbara didn’t know what to do as her hand was caressing Carrie without her real consent. After a moment she nodded her agreement with Dr No’s assessment.

Barbara was flooded with conflicting emotions as she wrestle with her own emotions. Slowly she lost the battle to remain professional and started moving her hand over Carrie’s breast on her own. She continued her circular motion feeling Carrie’s nipple stiffen under her palm. She seemed temporarily lost in the moment as Dr No moved Barbara’s hand lower across Carrie’s tight stomach doing narration for the captivated crowed as she did.

You could have heard a pin drop as every person there including Judy were riveted on Carrie and wishing they were Barbara’s hand as it continued to caress Carrie’s bare skin.

Eventually Dr No pushed Barbara away and used both her hands to gently caress Carrie’s flawless form. Dr No moved slowly down from Carrie’s chest to her ribs and below concentrating at length, tracing the gently contours of Carrie’s muscular abdomen. The caressing continued retuning on almost every revolution to Carrie’s perfectly shaped belly button. Dr No’s own arousal was obvious as she all but drooled over the sight before her. Ever so slowly she moved her attention further south with each circle towards the tiny piece of cloth that covered Carrie’s only mystery. She was deliberately trying to get a reaction out of Carrie but Carrie held fast, continuing to stare straight ahead.

Carrie tied desperately to ignore the sensations but her nipples had already given away the fact that her body was reacting to the soft hand gently massaging her.

Dr No stared right into Carrie’s eyes as a single finger began exploring behind the lone piece of cloth that Carrie wore, moving deeper until a second finger joined the first. Dr No traced the outline of Carrie’s obviously engorged lower lips trying to get an audible reaction from her victim. Carrie struggled to remain defiant despite the fact that the attention Dr No’s fingers were giving her was slowly getting the better of her. Just one touch of Carrie’s clit surely would have done it but suddenly one of the guards let out an audible moan, which broke the awkward silence. Dr No withdrew her exploring fingers pulling Carrie’s bikini bottom up in the process without ever breaking her gaze into Carrie’s eyes.

“Well, What do you say we eat and save the unveiling for desert.” was Dr No’s struggled response. Carrie was thankful for the break since she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep up her act.

With a slight snicker She asked, “I don’t suppose I get anything to wear for this fancy dinner you prepared for us do I?”

“And ruin the view. Not a chance my dear.”

Each or the women took a seat, Barbara and Judy on one side, Carrie on the other and Dr. No at the end. All but two of the guards left while the two that remained stood watch from behind Carrie never taking their eyes from her bare shoulders and back.

After the long ordeal Carrie finally felt a little tinge of embarrassment as she sat at the lovely table. She carefully unfolded the exquisite cloth napkin, which in reality was considerable larger than her tiny bikini bottom, completely covering it in the process. Carrie felt quite strange to be looking down at her plate over her bare breasts.

Two servants entered and quickly began serving the meal but not before pausing to gaze at one of their guests. Dinner passed quickly as conversation was terse and awkward as no one except possibly Dr No was in a mood to talk.

Eventually everyone was finished and sat back as if to relax. That was except for Carrie who was carefully considering her options. They had been part of this play long enough. Carrie was getting itchy to do something - but what.

With dessert finished, Dr No stood up and said, “I’d like to open my present now.”

Everyone looked confuse for a second and then realized what she was talking about.

“So what do you think?” She mockingly asked her two guards, not really wanting an answer.

“Is she a true blonde or a bottle blonde? I know I felt something exquisite down there earlier.”

“Well I think it is time to find out. Carrie would you please stand up and come over here for your unveiling.”

Carrie resisted at first and then stood up. Suddenly an idea had popped into her mind. A plan.

Dr No motioned Carrie to the head of the table so everyone including the guards had a view of the unveiling. Carrie moved slowly and then turned to face her admirers, separating her legs slightly and placing her hands on her hips defying everyone in the room to look. And look they did. All except Dr No who was going to do more than just look. She moved directly in front of Carrie and ran her hand over Carrie’s jutting breasts testing their firmness once again as she did. She then used her thumbs to bring Carrie’s nipples erect once again.

Her breath began to race and her heart pounded as she stepped back to take in the sight before her with lustful anticipation.

“Ok Gorgeous, peel.”

Carrie simply looked her in the eye as she slowly slid her right hand down her hip towards the little tie that held her suit on. She fiddled with it as if hesitating, but this too was a deliberate action on Carrie’s part to draw even more of the others attention. The ploy was quite effective as every eye in the place was riveted on the V at the top of Carrie’s long legs. Carrie tried to signal Barbara and Judy to get ready but there attention was also on the pending pulling of the tinny string.

Slowly, seductively Carrie took up the slack in the little string that held the suit to her body. You could have heard a pin drop had it not been for the rhythmic sound of hastened breathing. Gradually the bow let go but still the suit stayed in place, well the front part at least. The back hung down surely exposing Carrie’s lovely ass but that was not what everyone was concentrating on. Carrie held the tiny scrap of cloth barely three inches across in place with her hand. Then after what seemed like an hour she seductively slid the remain parts of the suit down her long legs, stepped out of the other side and straightened up holding the remnants in her right hand. As she straightened up she spread her legs slightly to just about shoulder width so everyone had an unobstructed view of what they had been waiting for.

An auditable sigh could be heard as she placed her hands on her hips, saying, “Well, I hope you picked natural.”

Dr No was mesmerized, as was everyone else as they stared at the small patch of blonde hair that had been perfectly trimmed into a one inch wide strip running straight to the most magnificent pussy she had ever seen. With Carrie’s legs slightly spread, just a hint of pink showed past the obviously swollen lips covering her vagina.

There was a long moment of silence as everyone continued to stare. Carrie tried once again to get Barbara and Judy’s attention but they were equally captivated even though they had seen it all before.

Eventually Dr No slowly moved forward for a closer inspection. That’s exactly what Carrie had hoped for so she could put her plan in action. Before anyone could move Carrie took the bikini bottom still in her hand and with both hands wrapped it around Dr No’s neck using it as a rope to strangle her. Carrie’s action quickly pulled everyone out of their trance and back to the sudden change of control.

“Ok, boys time to calm those hard-ons and show us where you have James locked up” Carrie screamed as adrenalin pumped through her veins. No one moved until she yanked back on the makeshift noose around their leader’s neck.

“Ok, what’s it going to be? Do I have to strangle her to convince you I’m serious?”

Gasping for air, Dr No tried to signal the two guards to listen to her.

Slowly the guards opened the door as the other guards stormed in. They stopped suddenly when they say their leader in the grasps of this crazy naked woman. By then being naked was the last of Carrie’s concerns as she pulled Dr No tight against her chest crushing her own breasts into Dr No’s back. Slowly the small group made there way to the hall with Dr No signaling for her guards to back off. The guards didn’t want to back down but didn’t want to risk firing their guns for fear of hitting their boss.

Eventually they made their way to a room in the basement where James was locked to a pillar.

“Release him.” Carrie screamed.

James seemed all right as the naked blonde wrestled her captive into the large room that was James’s cell. He was overjoyed at seeing his comrades, especially the tall blonde in the middle.

“Glad to see you.” He managed, “All of you.” He added at the end.

“Are you ok? Carrie inquired as she continued to hold Dr No in the bikini noose.

With her nipples and breasts being constantly crushed by the struggling Dr No and the sheer exhilaration of the situation, Carrie was excited to being on the verge of an orgasm.

Carrie’s entire body was covered with a thin sheen of perspiration from the struggle and every muscle was pumped, forming an amazing site of female anatomy. A lovely flash of pink could still be seen from between her swollen low lips each time Carrie struggled to move Dr No along. By now Carrie’s blonde hair was damp and plastered back against her face emphasizing the determination and effort she was putting into keeping Dr No from escaping.

Judy and Barbara quickly freed James from the bonds and helped him to his feet. As they did he winched in pain apparently from an injury his leg has receive while being interrogated.

“Can you walk?” Carrie yelled.

“Yea, I’ll be ok.”

Carrie surveyed the room and signaled to one of the guards to come closer.

“Ok, time to strip big boy.”

It was the same guard that had threatened to rape her earlier. He didn’t move so Carrie pulled back hard on the noose around Dr. No’s neck until she tried to scream. Eventually the guard moved forward. It was making his blood boil to be ordered around like this - and by a naked women no less. Slowly he stripped off his kaki coveralls and dropped them in a heap were the fell.

“Barbara, gather them up and bring them with us.” Carrie yelled.

“Aren’t you going to put them on? Judy asked.

“In a second, when were out of here. Grab that backpack too and look for some food and water.”

Judy found some bottled water and some fruits in a nearby refrigerator and stuffed them in the backpack. Judy and Barbara then tied up the guards as Carrie continued to hold Dr No with the remnants of her bikini bottom.

Securing the room, they made for the door, constantly on the lookout for other guards and possible traps. Barbara helped James as Judy carried the backpack and Carrie’s coveralls. Even with the magnitude of the situation James couldn’t help but admire Carrie’s naked back and ass as she backed out of the room leaving the others to scout the path. Her shoulders were broad from years of swimming with every muscle drawn tight as she struggled with Dr No. He then followed the line of her side seeing the outline of her breast and then a narrow waist before concentrating his attention on her un-obstructed ass. Each firm cheek gently rolling with each step, flexing as if it was made entirely of muscle.

With Carrie’s body now dripping with sweat, she was a truly a mesmerizing sight. Carrie accidentally backed right into Barbara as she approached the door. The rough cloth of her outfit brushing some of the sweat from her back in the process. James turned to guide Carrie towards the other exit placing his hand on Carrie’s bare shoulder to guide her. As they progressed, his arm naturally wrapped around Carrie’s side and slowly slid down to her firm ass were it remained pulling her along as he moved. Under any other circumstances she would have yelled for him to take his hand off, but right now I don’t think she was even aware of his hand on her ass. James certainly was though as he couldn’t help but take in the sensation as he guided her forward.

Suddenly they all stopped in the doorway as they tried to survey the yard for a way out. James, now pressed right up against Carrie’s bare back, placed his hands on her hips as if to lend some sort of support. In reality, his intent was much less noble as it slowly moved his hand forward to rest on her firm tummy just below her navel and above her pubic mound, pulling her back away from the opening. A couple inches lower and he would be able to caress her mound and more.

Carrie was oblivious to his touch. James was amazed at how tight and muscular Carrie’s body was. He knew she had a great figure and had seen her naked before but this was the first time his hands had any opportunity to explore - and explore they did.

Suddenly Carrie backed up forcing James’s hand even lower. She whispered, “Over there. See those two motorcycles. That’s our way out.” As she moved out into the opening, separating herself from James’s wandering hand denying him his goal.

“What about the truck?” Barbara responded.

“Too big. We can go cross-country with the bikes. Two on each. Just disable that truck so they can’t use it.”

With that Carrie moved into the yard. Several guards jumped them with guns drawn.

“I’ll strangle her if you don’t drop them.” Carrie yelled.

There was their leader being strangled by a blonde woman that didn’t have a stitch on. They couldn’t help but be intrigued by the sight and didn’t know what to do. Finally one dropped his gun and the others followed.

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Carrie held Dr No in the center of the yard as Judy gathered up their guns and tossed them in a small well that was in the center of the small courtyard. Barbara set out to disable the truck by cutting the ignition wires. James limped over to the motorcycle and got them ready to go. Judy quickly joined him and got the other bike started.

James and Judy ran up with the bikes just as the first set of guards raced from the house. Apparently they had freed themselves. Carrie squeezed the already over-stretched bikini bottom even tighter around Dr. No’s throat as she yelled for them to stop. Carrie and the others inched towards the bikes as Barbara continued her work disabling the truck.

She ran back towards the others and suddenly stopped when she realized she had left the backpack on the hood and Carrie’s clothes somewhere inside the truck.

“What are you doing? Get on the bike.” Carried screamed.

“I forgot the backpack and your stuff.” she yelled back as she reached the front of the truck.

“Forget them. No time. Let’s get the hell out of her.” Carrie yelled back.

“But your cloths?”

“No time. Let’s move”, Carried repeated even louder.

Finally Barbara ran back to the bike once again leaving Carrie’s only means of covering up behind and jumped on the bike behind Judy. With that Carrie released her grip on the bikini and pushed her captive towards the oncoming guards. Still clutching the remnants of her tiny pile of string, turned make shift weapon, she raced towards the bike. Time seemed to run in slow motion as the naked beauty raced across the open space towards the waiting bikes. Every eye was riveted on the rhythmic sway of Carrie’s breasts, which wobbled in perfect harmony with every step she took. If they were not mesmerized by the harmony of her upper body, the beauty and athleticisms of her long and muscular legs would have done the trick. The scene probably only took a second or two but will permanently be remembered by the three agents that looked on in awe. When Carrie reached the bike she jumped on behind James. A sight missed by James as his head was already tuned but not by Barbara and Judy alongside. As Carrie threw her leg over the back of the bike, she inadvertently flashed the female agents a perfect view deep inside her wider open pussy. Both agents’ jaws dropped momentarily despite the action around them.

Carrie was barely on the bike when James took off in a cloud of dust. Judy quickly refocused and raced on slightly behind.

They had just cleared the gate when the bike with Carrie and James slid on the loose dirt almost throwing Carrie off the back and into the path of the following bike.

“I thought you knew how to drive one of these?” yelled Carrie.

“I do. It’s just with my leg I can’t put any pressure on it.” James replied in explanation of their near spill.

“That’s it. Get off. I’ll drive”

Reluctant to swallow his male pride James hesitated but then with the guards running towards them, realized it was no time to argue.

He jumped off and Carrie quickly took the controls, this time giving James a view of what he had missed just before. Carrie tossed her tied bikini bottom to Barbara saying, “Try not to loose this.” James jumped on the back just as Carrie took off. Everyone, even James, had forgotten about Carrie’s nudity - at least until he leaned forward to grab something to hold on to. Just as he reached forward for Carrie’s narrow waist, she took off in a cloud of dust. James began to think that riding in the back holding onto a naked woman driving a motorcycle wasn’t that bad after all. Carrie was again oblivious as his wandering hands explored his comrade’s bare body committing each and every subtle curve to memory. It wasn’t long before his hands where permanent planted on each of Carrie’s firm breasts as if they were some exotic handle for him to hold on to. As the distance grew and Carrie’s body calmed to a more rational state, she slowly realized that James had brazenly chosen her breasts to hold on to and that she was indeed completely bare.

Suddenly Carrie slammed on the brakes forcing James hard against her bare back.

Carried jumped off and yelled, “Ok that’s just about enough grouping for you. Off.”

Judy and Barbara stopped along side and asked why they were stopping.

“Time for a switch. Hands here will ride with you and Barbara with me. Ok”

So as quick as they could, they swapped riders and were off again. Barbara struggled nervously with what to do with her hands. She wasn’t that much better at keeping her hands off Carrie’s breast. It seemed that between the bumpy road and Carrie’s sweaty body it was rather hard to find anything to hold onto. Carrie looked back once or twice but Barbara explained that she was hard to hold on to, so Carrie settled on letting Barbara get an occasional feel of her breasts as they sped along. Somehow it seemed more practical than risking her falling off and getting hurt. It took all of Barbara’s will not to caress Carrie’s beautiful skin as they road.

As they rode, Carrie became more and more aware of Barbara’s hands especially when they would pass her extended nipples. Between that and the vibration of the bike which seemed to be being transferred directly into her soul with her bare sex resting directly on the seat of the bike. It seemed that all the excitement of the escape was slowly being replaced by sexual excitement, which was becoming quite distracting.

When they were a safe distance down the road Carrie decided to stop and give her body a chance to recover. They found a small trail which lead off the road and she directed Judy to drive in and she followed.

They shut the bikes down and got off to collect themselves. Carrie was breathing heavily and a sheen of perspiration formed once again over her dusty body. The three others were also covered in dust from the ride, but each of them were covered from head to toe in orange and kaki coveralls.

The three clothed agents couldn’t help but stare at their naked comrade seemingly waiting for some guidance or direction from their would be leader. In reality they were still in awe of what they had just witnessed from Carrie.

Slowly Carrie’s breathing settled down as streams of sweat trickled down her bare flesh, carrying remnants of dust with them. James started to speak but stumbled as he was distracted by a drip that was about to drop from Carrie’s left nipple. She was quite a distracting figure with the bright sun reflecting off her glistening muscles. Her nipples were still standing hard and proud slightly up turned atop of her 34 C chest and the pink of her sex was still peaking from the center of her obviously swollen pussy.

“So what do we do now?” Judy asked.

“Yea those guys will come looking for us soon enough.” Barbara added.

“How about you guys climb up to the top of that hill while I clean some of this dust off me. Carrie added

They had ended up stopping right along side a small stream which Carrie took advantage of. She waded into the cool water splashing herself as she did. The water was quite cold, probably the result of a nearby mountain spring but felt great against Carrie’s overheated body. She quickly ducked down below the surface and rinsed the dust from her while Judy headed up the small hill.

It wasn’t long before she retuned saying she couldn’t make out much since the hill wasn’t that high. As she approached, Carrie slowly emerged from the refreshing water and walked towards the others dripping like a goddess emerging from a lake.

Remembering her nudity, mostly by the noticeable stares of her comrades, Carrie asked Barbara if she still had her bikini bottom. Barbara reached into one the pockets of her orange jumpsuit and pulled out a tangled pile of string.

“Here it is, Good Luck.” Barbara answered as she handed Carrie her bikini.

Carrie examined it carefully as she untangled it to the disappointment of James and Barbara and possibly Judy as well. James in particular had become rather fond of his comrades new choice in field uniforms. Not that the suit really covered much of anything that well. Barbara also seemed disappointed.

“Shit, This thing it’s ruined.” Carrie cried as she tossed it to the ground to her left.

Apparently one of the flimsy ties wasn’t quite up to its use as a noose and had torn free.

“Looks like this is it until we get back to civilization, unless one of you wants to lend me their jumpsuit. Don’t act to disappointed James.” Carrie added noticing the smile that formed at the word.

Freshly cleaned and still dripping wet, Carrie’s nude form was truly pleasant on the eyes as well as a tremendous distraction as the four escapees tried to figure out what to do. Carrie had to remind James several time to concentrate and not be stare.

Carrie tried to encourage the others by saying “ Pierre was trying to arrange for a chopper so hopefully someone is already looking for them.”

She remembered from the map that there was a long windy road that lead down to a small fishing village where Pierre kept a small boat for exploring the island. With any luck they could contact HQ from there and get help

“You don’t still have that transmitter stuff up your, ….. um, …. you know what do you Carrie?” James shouted out before stumbling on his words.

“No, nothing there.” Barbara answered forgetting she was all but telling the others she had obviously had a pretty good view of Carrie’s vaginal opening somewhere along the way.

“Do you really think it would have stayed in through all that?” Carried responded to James as she looked at Barbara questioning her quick response.

Carrie picked up a short stick and squatted down and began drawing in the sand before noticing that everyone’s attention was elsewhere. The inadvertent position had opened up her legs giving everyone an unobstructed view of her pink insides.

Carrie caught their stares and said, “See no transmitter.” As she stood up again.

Everyone got a good chuckle out of Carrie’s levity however her new position did little to close the gaping opening between her legs.

Everyone looked on in silence as Carrie told them of her plan. Their attention however was more on the intersection of Carrie’s legs than the map she had draw in the sand. When their attention returned, Carrie had to repeat several of her ideas.

They had to contact Pierre and tell him they had James and then get the hell off the Island. Pierre had a boat that he often used for surveillance which was kept at a marina on the back side of the island not terribly far from where they were. Their back up plan had been to rendezvous there if something had gone wrong so that was where Carrie suggested they head.

“You can’t just ride in through town naked. I think people will notice.” Judy added.

“Well do you have a another plan.” Carrie retaliated. “Ok, how about we switch off and one of you rides naked for a change.”

No one said a word as they continued to stare at Carrie.

“We had better get going then. I won’t take them that long to get that truck going again and who knows what else they have up there.” James added.

With that they headed back to the bikes. Barbara with her backpack in hand was eagerly awaiting Carrie while James reluctantly mounted the bike behind Judy. Judy was no slouch but James yearned to get his hands back on Carrie’s bare flesh knowing he was missing out on an opportunity that may never present itself again.

Carrie was a little more careful in how she mounted the bike this time being a little more aware of the attention it must have drawn previously. Still there is no way for a naked women to gracefully mount a bike without being the center of attention and this time was no different. If the display bothered her, she kept it well hidden as she was not going to let her lack of covering compromise the mission.

Barbara jumped on behind and once again didn’t know what to do with her hands as she waited for Carrie to start the bike. She had to all but bite her tongue in order to not drool at the sight of Carrie’s bare back just inches away. She wanted so badly to just reach out and gently stroke it.

When Carrie took off, Barbara almost fell off the back, which caused Carrie to turn around and suggest that Barbara hold on before she gets hurt. The invitation was all Barbara needed in order to squeeze up even closer to Carrie and reach around and grab Carrie’s narrow waist just below her ribs. The excitement of the escape was now replaced with a sexual excitement that caused Barbara’s nipples to harden as her hands wantingly explored Carrie’s tight little abdomen, cautiously at first and then a little more actively using the bumps in the road as an excuse. Carrie didn’t seem to mind, so Barbara continued to expand her territory.

They had only gone about a mile when a truck carrying local laborers came around a narrow bend. The truck swerved one way and Carrie and Judy the other, narrowly missing a collision, but not avoiding some bushes that overhung the road slightly. The driver, along with everyone else in the truck was momentarily stunned by the sight of a naked blonde on a motorcycle. The driver was distracted to the point that he lost control and drove off the narrow road. Carrie slowed slightly and turned just in time to see the truck careen off the road

As the bike swerved Barbara almost fell off once again. She tightened her grip once again but Carrie’s smooth slick skin was making it difficult to hold on. The road started to deteriorate as they continued and Barbara’s hands once again were everywhere. Soon they found their way to Carrie’s breast and stayed there for a longer and longer period before being moved. The firmness of her chest was incredible and proved the best solution against Barbara falling off.

Carrie realized that too and leaned back saying, “It’s ok”

From then on Barbara’s hands rarely left Carrie’s beautiful breasts. Never before had such a tender piece of a woman’s anatomy become such a functional hand grip.

They passed several other cars coming up the hill as they continued and two going the same way. Each time Carrie continued on as if she were simply out for a Sunday ride despite the catcalls she received each time. One of the cars they had passed was actually trying desperately to catch up for a better look. Carrie and Judy however were able to increase the distance though skillful riding. They then turned down an adjoining road and seem to loose their eager admirers.

The side road that they now found themselves on started heading up hill and away from their destination so at one overlook Carrie stropped abruptly to get her bearings. Judy raced pass and quickly tuned around to see why they were stopping. Carrie stretched on her toes to see over the bushes and get her bearings. Meanwhile James and Judy’s jaw dropped staring at the stretched out form in front of them.

In standing with her legs on either side of the motorcycle she was inadvertently providing James and Judy with a full frontal of her lean anatomy. Her pussy, swollen from the excitement provided by the bike and Barbara’s wandering hands was wide open for inspection.

Carrie, totally oblivious and still looking into the valley with her hand shielding her eyes from the sun casually said, “I think we’re heading in the wrong direction. We need to get back to that road we were just on.”

Meanwhile, James and Judy were still looking on intently at Carrie’s gorgeous outstretched body, while Barbara took in her now raised ass from behind.

“We have to turn around” Carrie said as she dropped down on the bike seat once again to everyone’s disappointment.

“ ahhh , ok, sure”, was Judy’s awkward response. Judy was really confused about her emotions as her nipples harden with desire.

As Carrie sat down, Barbara noticed several nasty scratches running along Carrie’s thigh and hip. She must have gotten them when they brushed past those bushes when they almost hit the truck. They were long and had broken the skin slightly. There where also a couple of other scratches along her shoulder and arm.

“Carrie, are you all right? Those scratches look nasty”, Barbara said in genuine concern.

“Oh man I didn’t even notice.” Carrie answered.

With that everyone had an excuse to examine Carrie in even more detail not that they hadn’t already, but now it seemed legitimate.

Barbara gently massaged the scratch on Carrie’s thigh, as Carrie seemed more concerned with being lost than the seemingly painful scratches in her lovely skin.

“Don’t worry Barbara, I’ll live. She all but whispered to Barbara as she twisted in place. This just provided James and Judy an even more exquisite view of Carrie’s muscular body.

The two bikes took off back to the main road as Barbara continued rubbing Carrie’s thigh and examining Carrie for more scratches. The rubbing became more of a massage or gentle caress, as she could not resist.

Barbara’s attention became obviously more sexual as she continued gently moving her hands all the way down Carrie’s front on the straight-aways and returning them to her breasts for the sharp turns.

Carrie was plenty distracted by the action but didn’t say a word as it actually felt quite soothing after the stress of their escape.

They buzzed through a small village and then another as they reached the shore and the more populated areas. Carrie’s body could not ignore the stimulation it was receiving and was becoming increasingly sexually excited as she rode. She could already feel the prelude to an orgasm starting to build deep within her sex.

Then just as they approached the small village where Pierre ’s boat was docked, out of nowhere a jeep with several of Dr No’s men appeared. Carrie and Judy raced down the road dodging cars and people along the way.

Barbara now held on to Carrie’s bare breasts for dear life as they weaved violently back and forth. The arousal of a moment ago, was replace by the fear that they were about to be caught for Barbara while the newfound excitement pushed Carrie even closer to orgasm. Her breathing hastened and Barbara had difficulty holding on as Carrie’s breasts became slick with her newly forming layer of perspiration.

Carrie slowed slightly and yelled to Judy to meet them at the boat as she and Barbara tried to loose their pursuers. Judy, with James on the back, turned down a side road while the jeep stayed with Carrie and Barbara. Apparently a naked woman was a much more appealing target.

Carrie and Barbara continued through town and out the other side leading the jeep away from their actual destination. Carrie rode like a woman possessed and soon had opened up a considerable gap between her and the jeep.

Then Carrie abruptly turned onto a tiny side road almost casing Barbara to fall off the back despite her death grip on Carrie’s unusual handgrips. They then stopped out of sight and waited to see if their pursuers passed.

Carrie’s heart was beating like a drum and her entire body broke out in a sweat as they waited silently. Barbara still hadn’t let go of Carrie’s breasts as they waited, until Carrie stood up to stretch her legs and try to relax. Barbara then slid her hands down Carrie’s flank until they casually rested on Carrie’s hips. Just then the jeep raced by not seeing them. They both breathed a sigh of relief as they rested for a moment.

“Damn that was too close.” Carrie sighed as she once again stood up in order to stretch her legs.

“You’re not kidding.” Barbara answered.

Barbara couldn’t help but look down at Carrie’s wonderfully shaped butt that was less that a foot in front of her face. As Carrie leaned forward to loosen up her legs, Barbara couldn’t help but see Carrie’s labia which poked out between her slightly spread legs. She wanted to help soothe her partner’s discomfort with a gentle massage but resisted as Carrie quickly got off the bike and stretched. Again Barbara was mesmerized by Carrie’s beauty and total indifference to her lack of clothing. She was acting as though she was as dressed as anyone.

The break was Carrie’s first really opportunity to examine the scraps and scratches her body had accumulated. She gently bent over to rub the particularly nasty one on her thigh and then the one she had across her right breast. This one, although not deep, did cut across some of her most sensitive flesh causing a fair amount of discomfort.

After a brief rest, Carried jumped back on the bike and quickly started it up. Once again Barbara reached around Carrie’s nude body and grabbed hold of her firm breasts, this time not giving it must thought.

This time they took a slow route along some less populated roads hoping they could make it to the boat without running into anyone. Soon they found the turnoff to the water and headed off towards the marina with a small group of towns people staring on in amazement as the nude woman road by.

Finding the boat they ditched the bike hid behind some bushes briefly checking to make sure no one had followed them. After a couple of minutes they decided it was safe and headed towards the boat to look for Judy and James. Barbara headed out onto the dock but Carrie hesitated.

“I’m going to rinse off” She whispered to Barbara as she walked into the refreshing water.

Once in she proceeded to rinse the dirt and grim off her bare skin. Barbara paused to take in the sight as her partner bathed in front of her. Carrie didn’t mean for it to be sexy but Barbara couldn’t help but be aroused by the sight of Carrie’s hands slowly moving over her bare breast and arms. Quick enough Carrie was done and followed Barbara down the dock.

Not seeing any sign of life on board they proceeded with caution as they boarded the 37 foot boat built for speed, which seemed a little out of place nestled amongst the old fishing boats.

They were quickly greeted by Pierre and the others. Pierre looked on in amazement at the dripping naked Carrie.

“Now that’s a sight. She leaves in a bikini and comes back in her birthday suit. Damn” Pierre said with a noticeable glee in his voice.

“Stop the gawking and find me something to put on.” Carrie responded noticing the smile on his face as he checked her out from head to toe.

Judy not even thinking about her friend’s state of dress gave the still dripping body a big hug as she neared. It wasn’t until her hands made contacted with Carrie’s damp flesh that she pulled back and excused herself.

James wasn’t quite as apologetic nor as quick at removing his hands as he followed suit. He took the opportunity to get one more feel of Carrie’s buff body before she covered up.

“Ok, Lover boy. Enough of that. I think you’ve already seen too much for your own good.” Carrie yelled as she all but pried James’s hand off her bare ass.

By then Pierre had returned smiling even more as he told Carrie that he didn’t have any spare cloths on the boat.

“Oh come on, there must be something. I’ve been naked since the day before yesterday. I’m getting a little tired of this.” Carrie yelled.

“You look fine to me” James added.

“What about that shirt of yours there Pierre ?” Carrie asked.

“What am I suppose to do then? Carrie added as she put her hands on her hip.

“You can keep the pants. All I want is the shirt.”

James and everyone else looked on with a little bit of sadness as Pierre slowly unbuttoned his shirt and handed it to Carrie. Carrie turned her back and quickly pulled it up her arms covering them for the first time in nearly two days. She soon sighed in disgust as she realized that it was too small to be buttoned across her sizable chest. Pierre was a tall thin man and his shirt was not adequate to cover Carrie’s 34 C breasts.

The shirt was also barely long enough to cover Carrie’s butt and without being able to button it, her pussy was still on display. Carrie held the shirt together over her breasts but that just caused it to flair out at the bottom. As she walk around the small confines of the boat the shirt would ride up ever so slightly revealing a fair amount of her well-toned ass.

“Damn, that’s the best I’ve ever seen that shirt look.” Was James’s only comment as he continued to check Carrie’s shapely legs and ass that were half exposed below the tails of the shirt.

“Oh man, is this all you have?” Carried asked in disgust.

“Afraid so, gorgeous. “ Pierre replied.

Carrie turned back towards the others still holding the shirt together at her breasts as her attention returned to the mission at hand. Her breasts were covered but with the exception of where her hand gripped the two pieces of cloth there was a narrow strip of skin sill exposed down her front widening as it descended completely exposing her neatly trimmed bush to everyone. Somehow the sight of her partially clad body made her even sexier than before. Now everyone’s attention seemed drawn to getting a glimpse what was hidden.

Immediately Carrie’s mind returned to the mission and started strategizing on how they were going to get out of there. She started asking Pierre questions as she continued to hold the shirt to her breasts as the others couldn’t help but look on at Carrie as she walked back and forth as if she was completely normally dressed. All but Pierre were sitting and there wasn’t exactly a lot of room in the boat so no one was more that a couple of feet away from Carrie as she paced back and forth. James couldn’t help follow her every movement as he fought with his desire to reach out and grab one of Carrie’s lovely legs or caress her pussy which was passing by at just about eye level. Carrie was still pretty wound up and it showed. Her pussy was quite swollen and slightly open which was proving quite distracting to everyone in the cabin.

“Come on guys. Get you minds out of the gutter and think.” She pleaded. “We got James back so let’s get the hell off this stupid island.”

“um, ah, We should take the boat out in case they come down and look here” Pierre added as he tried to concentrate.

“What about your radio or cell phone? Have you at least contacted HQ and told them we have James?” Carrie yelled with a sign of urgency in her voice.

“Here’s my phone. I’ll get the boat ready to get underway.” said Pierre as the headed up through the hatch.

Carrie took the phone and dialed up John, their opps coordinator back at HQ and explained their situation. They then discussed where they could arrange a pick up.

“Find me a chart.” Carrie asked.

James pulled a navigation chart out of the small desk and unfolded it on the table where they all studied it to get their bearings. As Carrie leaned over the chart table her shirt fell open exposing her completely. Her perfectly shaped ass was now on total display as the shirt rode up. James couldn’t help but be distracted as he checked her out once again. Each time part of Carrie came into view it was like James had never seen it before.

Neither Judy nor Barbara could find their coordinates on the map so Carrie had to step in to read it more carefully. She traced the coordinates from the side of the chart to their island with her finger. In doing so the shirt fell open even more exposing her entirely from her neck to below where her pussy shown above the table. The only thing remaining covered was her shoulders and back. She never skipped a beat on the phone as she relayed their location and planned a pickup spot. The others simply looked on in amazement.

Judy was standing along side of Carrie and got a close up view of the nasty scrape that ran up Carrie’s thigh and side for the first time. When Carrie finished her job she asked, “I didn’t know you had this bad a scrap before. How about I find something to put on it”

“Thanks. That would be great.” Carrie answered as she relayed the plan up to Pierre who was casting off the lines.

“Better stay below until we get out of sight.” Was his only response.

“Damn, That looks pretty nasty. Bet it hurts like hell” Judy added as she returned with the first aid kit.

The scrape wasn’t deep but had formed a nasty red welt and was bleeding slightly where it had broken the skin. There were also some smaller scrapes up higher on her side. Judy leaned over and started to dab some antiseptic on the scratch on her leg as Carrie studied the map.

“Ouch. Careful that stuff stings.” Carrie yelled as she jumped back.

“Come over here you big baby and let me finish.” Judy shouted back as Carrie turned slightly. Judy was sitting down and really only had a view of Carrie’s side and ass until she turned. With Carrie in her new position Judy had a birds eye view of Carrie’s slit. She kind of stepped back at first to maintain her poise and give Carrie a little space. As she treated the scrapes she couldn’t help but be distracted by Carrie’s tuff of blonde hair and incredible sight just below. She felt her own nipples grow hard as she tried to ignore her feelings and finish her job.

It wasn’t long before they were away from the dock and headed to their rendezvous. Once out of sight of land, James, Carrie, Judy and Barbara all headed on deck to join Pierre . The air felt cooling as they sped along at near 30 knots. Carrie gave up on holding her shirt together in the tremendous wind and settled on letting it trail from her shoulders as her nude body enjoyed the soft caress of the wind.

Eventually they saw the sleek form of a helicopter approaching. Pierre slowed to a stop as the chopper hovered overhead. All at once Carrie’s modesty returned as she tried to hold the shirt closed across her breasts while the downdraft of the chopper washed over them. It did precious little to cover her below where she held it together because of the breeze. Carrie had been naked for the better part of two days now but only a couple people that she knew had seen her in that time. Now she was going to be pulled out of this surreal mission and back to safety where several of her comrades would see her all but naked body. And what if they didn’t have anything for her to put on. The tension in her strong body seemed higher now that during the height of the mission.

Eventually, as a rope ladder was lowered she swallowed her pride and resigned herself to the fact that she was going to be putting on a show that she would probably not soon live down. At least they’d be safe and she could forgo her modesty for that. Barbara was the first up the ladder, which was swinging wildly as Judy and Pierre held the drop line as tight as they could.

God this was going to be even more embarrassing than she thought as she’d have to use both hands on the ladder in order to climb up. She wouldn’t be able to hold her makeshift clothing together as she climbed. On top of that Pierre would have an unobstructed view up her legs.

Judy was next up the ladder with James and Pierre holding the drop line. James was struggling and asked for help. He had hurt his arm earlier and was having trouble holding the line steady. Throwing all modesty aside Carrie let go of her shirt and gave James and Pierre a hand. It was now impossible for those above to not see her state of undress with the shirt tailing behind her like a small flag.

She climbed on top of one of the seats and stood on her tippy toes in order to reach the line above where James and Pierre were holding on. The line was whipping around causing Carrie to struggle with her footing. Standing where she was, actually put her breasts right at the same level as James’s and Pierre’s faces and her pussy was just below. The sea of stretched out bare flesh in front of them almost caused James and Pierre to let go at the same time, which pulled Carrie off her perch on the seat and into James. As she went flying her breasts were forced right into the side of James’s face all but knocking him backwards. He seemed stunned momentarily but then broke out in an ear-to-ear smile, as he couldn’t believe he was almost physically knocked overboard by a woman’s breasts. Once he recovered his balance he reached up and grabbed Carrie around her bare waist just above her hips and pulled her back onto the deck. The scene looked indecent as his face was little more than inch from her bare pussy. He seemed to take his time as he took in the view in front of him and the firmness of her muscular abdomen, which was stretched out under his gripping hands. Realizing his good fortune he wanted to savor the moment and took numerous liberties running his hands over her bare flesh as he pulled her in.

If looks could kill. Carrie gave James the most glaring look as her feet hit the deck. He knew exactly what he was doing and she knew it. Even once she was back down she had to all but pry his hand from her, pushing him away in the process. From there Pierre and Carrie managed the drop line James was more than satisfied to look on admiring the show in front of him.

Carrie insisted James go next as she and Pierre held the line tight. James stepped up onto the first rung of the ladder and was clearly having trouble with his bad arm. He made it up a couple more steps before almost falling. Since Pierre was staying with the boat that left Carrie to help James make it up the rest of the way to the helicopter. She hated the thought of it but knew she had to help James.

She grabbed hold of the ladder and pulled herself up totally forgetting the obscene view she was presenting Pierre below. Carrie’s shirt was flapping wildly, only held on by her arms as she climbed. The rope was swinging violently now with two of them on the ladder and only Pierre working the drop line. Carrie struggled upward making her way in front of James who was more than happy to just look at Carrie’s athletic display. They were both hanging at basically the same level now there bodies bumping together as the ladder swung, much to James’s enjoyment. He was getting bounced around pretty good but he could take that anytime as Carrie’s bare breasts bounced against his chest and arms. Carrie reached out and held James as he tried to take the next stop upward. He wrapped his bad arm around Carrie’s bare waist and held on tightly enjoying the feel of her smooth skin in the process. It was a slow and arduous process but finally they made it to the helicopter skid. Carrie slid herself out onto the skid so she could better help James as the crew reached down to grab him. The position would have been uncomfortable under normal circumstances but being bare assed made it down right painful and Carrie grimaced and begged James to hurry as her bare sex was resting un-shielded against the metal skid. The first crewmember seemed to take his time, being distracted by Carrie hanging just below.

Finally James was in and Carrie was relieved to get up from her very painful position on the skid. As she got up she couldn’t help but reach down and rub her delicate pussy, which was in pain. She quickly stopped when she realized she had an audience just above. She carefully stood up as several crewmembers eagerly reached out to help her in. Hands on her arms at first and then back and then everywhere. Everyone inside that was not at the door was anxiously looking on as Carrie’s all but naked form came into sight.

As she stood there on the skid, the sunlight highlighted every contour and curve of her tight body as her shirt trailed wildly behind in the wind. It looked like a cape from a super hero costume except in this case there was no costume. The image was instantly committed to the permanent memory of ever male onboard and probably Barbara and Judy as well.

It was about a two foot step between the skid and the deck of the helicopter so Carrie had to stretch to her limit to get her leg into the helicopter. Under normal circumstances this would have been quite an athletic achievement but in Carrie’s case it was an erotic display that no one would soon forget. As her right leg stretched to reach the deck her pussy opened unbelievably allowing the cool swirling breeze to reach deep into her sex. Her eager audience was treated to a view usually only seen in adult magazines.

Carrie’s normally tough disposition was gone as a full body blush covered her from head to toe. She quickly moved to the far side of the helicopter bay and wrapped the shirt tightly around herself, bringing her legs up to block her pussy from view.

The mission was finally over. It ended up quite different than planed but they had rescued James and made it back to safety. The microphones they had hidden provided HQ with valuable information for weeks before finally being discovered. For now everything was over except for the debriefing, which for Carrie would prove the most challenging experience of all, having been given a new code name “The Bod” and having to relive her naked adventure in front of her office bound superiors who would probably be drooling over their accounts of what happened.

The end

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