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After their last
mission Carrie and her team were given some well deserved R&R before she
began for her latest exciting assignment.
For the moment it seemed perfect as she lay on
the European beach soaking up the sun one again in her tiny bikini that in part
earned her her new code name “The Bod”.
The only problem in her life at the moment was the presence of the KC1000 communication centre - in the very center of her. After some more modification it was finally given name the KC1000 and as the engineers had promised the vibrating problem had been sorted out, however at the expense of its new extended length. It had something to do with changing the frequency that it operated on and the length of the antenna. Now the new model - nearly 6 inches long - was to be used to receive the signals not only from her microphone and send to her ear but also to send visuals from the sunglasses that perched on her nose.
The presence of the camera was more then a little disconcerting for Carrie. Normal beach behavior- like watching the cute guys, was out, and every time she found herself checking that the little suit still covered her nipples and pussy she was aware that the command team had the same view she had. To make matters worse there was about an inch gap between her tummy and her bikini bottom because of the way it sat stretched across her hip bones. This gave anyone monitoring an erotic view down her bikini bottom. It was also, she had discovered, next to impossible to apply sun oil without looking - so the whole team got the same view she did when she oiled exposed skin which was almost all of it.
Once more she was sure it was her looks rather than the skills that had gotten her this mission. The informer insisted on his contact being an attractive woman in a bikini, he had insisted she arrive at the beach at 11am, wearing stilettos and a sarong, he insisted she remove the sarong at the top of the crowded beach and waive it over her head before walking to the edge of the sand - about 100 yards, and only there remove her heels. He had insisted she have nothing else other than a towel to lie on, sun oil and a watch. He was going to keep observing her until 1pm when he would meet with her. Her boss had gone along with every request, even picking out the tiny bikini she was
struggling to stay covered by. She checked her watch lying by the side of her bag. 12.59.
The beach was crowded, quite a few of the European women were topless, a sight American Carrie could not get used to and she wondered if she would have dared to bare her 34C chest in so crowded a place had she not been on duty. Of those that were covered not one had a bikini as small as the one Carrie wore. Most of the men were in Speedo's, another sight Carrie was not used to but on the plus side it gave her something to look at while she waited, and she hoped it stopped the guys in the command centre looking at the video feed.
"Take off your top" said a voice by her ear. "What?" she said turning to examine the man over her shoulder. She was glad he was not wearing Speedo's but rather long shorts and a sweat soaked t-shirt. He was balding and fat, his exposed skin was too white for the beach and even squatting beside her she could tell he would be shorter than her 5 foot10. "I am Francis your contact. Take off your bikini top I need to check for a wire".
"I am not wired, I do not need to take off my top" she lied. "Take off your top, or I leave" Oh God thought Carrie - I cannot blow the mission, at least I won't be the only topless woman. Reaching behind her neck - her strawberry blonde hair was tied up on her head and her fingers easily found the knot in the string of her bikini - Carrie untied the strings that held the bikini top up. Releasing them the strings slithered across her collar
bones over her breasts and pulled on the tiny triangles of material that covered little more than her nipples. For a moment it appeared they might stay covered, but the weight of the strings was just too much and as she moved to untie the string in the middle of her back the material fell from her slightly erect nipples. As the light sea breeze played over the quarter sized aureole she looked down to see, the inevitable and yet still magical puckering and firming of her flesh as her nipples hardened more and stood out from her chest.
Fortunately for Carrie - the secret sun worshiper - in private even in
America
she always sunbathed topless and sometimes in the nude so there was no difference in the level of her tan between the previously covered and previously hidden skin, the only difference was the lack of protective oil on the now exposed few inches. She handed the little top behind her to the man, as she reached for the oil - it would not do to burn there. As reached her oiled hands to her nipples she felt her cheeks color as she realized that she was not the only one who had witnessed the miraculous transformation of her nipples from the soft part of her breasts to firm flesh pointing at the sea - the whole command team had watched the same thing through her glasses. There was nothing for it however but to rub the oil over the sensitive nubbins of flesh. "Right", said the man behind her, "stand and untie your hair, face me and shake it out so I can tell there is nothing in it. Then we will walk into the sea, stop when it reaches your chest and then duck completely underwater - that way I can be sure you have no hidden listening devices". The little voice in her ear said 'its OK the sea water will not damage anything', she jumped slightly as it was the first she had heard from the team since she sat on the beach 2 hours before, and that had just informed her she was on her own. The one problem with the the new KC 1000 was its lack of security so messages to her tended to be brief.
Carrie stood and was quite surprised at how few people turned to look at her newly bared chest - as an American she had half expected everyone to look at her and point - but aside from three or four people no one seemed to care. She turned to face back up the beach, Francis still squatted so looking him in the eye she loosened her hair - throwing the band she had used to tie it onto her towel, then she ran her fingers through it showing him that there was nothing hidden in it. Truthfully though rather than watch her hair he seemed more interested in the way her chest moved as she raised her hands and her 34c breasts with there still hard nipples jiggled. Then she saw him move his eyes over her toned flat stomach and examine her bikini bottoms - which did not cover more than 6 square inches of her. Momentarily uncomfortable she turned back to the sea - hearing him sigh - either sad to lose the sight of her chest or in happiness at the sight of her pert bottom not 2 feet from him.
Carrie strode out to the sea, at the waters edge she looked back, but an embarrassed looking Francis waved her out into the water a she tried to hide the bulge in his shorts. Carrie strode out into the water - relieved by its cooling properties that she had been tempted by but unable to sample for the last two hours. As the calm water she reached her breasts she ducked her head - glasses and all below the surface. Rising she turned back to the beach. Francis had joined her but he stood with the water just over his fat stomach. Carrie walked back towards him - fully aware of how he was staring at her breasts as droplets of water ran over the smooth skin and her still hard nipples.
Standing in the slightly deeper water before Francis she realized he was shorter than she had realized. The water lapped three inches below her belly button, and his eyes were exactly level with her nipples – though her would have been focused on them whatever there height. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long black item, holding it carefully between them. For a moment she thought it was a vibrator 8 inches long
and slightly thicker than her KC1000.
"All the information you need is on this p300, you need to smuggle it from the beach, this is why I needed a woman, it must remain hidden". Even with spy training Carrie could not keep the look of horror from her face. Where he wanted to stick that was already full, and there was no way it could go anywhere else. The super secret KC1000 control centre could not be left here either. "Quickly woman" said Francis "Someone
could see this at any moment or they could begin electronically searching and then we are both dead."
"Can I just carry it and wrap it in my towel" "No, once security begins searching for it, your body will hide the signal from inside it, now please hurry." "I have a problem, you will have to help me" she said and he looked confused at her then recognition passed across his face. Before she could react he slid his hand inside her bikini bottoms and into her, his finger incidentally rubbing over her clitoris and bringing it suddenly
alive before it found the base of the KC1000. "A KC900?" asked Francis, "but you said that you were not wired, you lied" as he removed his hand from her most intimate place. "Give me the KC900, and insert this p300 in its place". Carrie was not about to loose her communications and if her only knew of the KC900 - with its vibration problem - then the KC1000 must be kept secret from him. "No" she said. "Then loose this information, the p300 must be inside you within a few minutes or it will be discovered and we are both dead" he replied wiggling the black rubber between them. "I have an idea but you need to help me, that is bigger than the KC, I need to swap" she said. "Swap?" queried Francis bus Carrie ignored him.
Carrie untied the strings at each side of her bikini bottoms and slid the material from her, Francis glanced down and she new the clear blue sea was not hiding the scrap of blonde fur from him - or her backup team. She handed the last scrap of clothing to him and squatted lower in the water, then with no little effort contracted her muscles and forced the shiny head of the KC1000 into her hands. With no little relief she pulled if from her body, and if it and the cooler sea water had not run across her recently awakened clitoris she would have been even more relieved still.
Standing she realized the retreating tide -or her movement meant the sea now lapped lower - in fact the top inch of her pussy fur was now out of the water in the troughs between the little waves. She took a step backwards into the slightly deeper water to cover herself and rinsed the communicator in the sea before handing that to Francis, who had not taken his eyes from her pussy. "Right hand me that thing" With a grimace at the size she once more squatted and closed her eyes. Gently, but with a whimper, she pushed its entire 8 inch length of the p300 into her.
"Right we are secure, hand me the KC". "But surely it will not fit, let me take it." "No, that is why I am swapping, I am not going out of communication with this secret information in me". "But where.?"
Carrie once more ignored his question, as she tried to ignore the now obvious bulge in his shorts - she was once more out of the water so she squatted again and moved the KC1000 behind her. Before she could chicken out she put the six inches of metal against her puckered anus, and gently pushed. At first she thought she would not be able to do it but after a moment she was able to relax her muscles enough for it to enter the first inch. She opened her eyes to find Francis staring at her – her breasts were still out of the water and the clear sea gave him an almost uninterrupted view of her pussy. The angle she had bent herself back to, using the water to support her back, meant that short of him squatting to looking right up her there was little more of her he could have seen, had she not closed up over it he would have been able to see the end of the object he had stolen for her government, as it was he looked directly at her swollen lips and her clitoris which was becoming more pronounced as the sensations inside her grew.
With another gently push she moved the KC1000 further into her, she felt it bump inside her against an object inserted in her front canal, Oh god the p300, and for a moment she thought both seemed to vibrate. Fortunately she thought the vibration was more in her head than her body, still however she thought this might not be possible .With a final push she inserted all 6 inches inside her and felt as her anus closed over it. Visibly there was nothing anyone could see, but Carrie had never felt so full in her entire life. She felt certain her cheeks were bulging like a chipmunks, She was not sure she could stand let alone walk, but stand she did, and it took almost ten seconds for her to realize that the water was now only at mid thigh height. 'But for Francis standing in front of me the whole beach would be able to see my nakedness' she thought as she opened her eyes, hoping the dark glasses would hide the tear that the fullness inside her had bought.
She realized Francis had backed away from her - to get a better look she thought in disgust, and causing a much greater proportion of the beach to see her nakedness that she had realized. She squatted in the rapidly wallowing water, causing the p300 and the KC1000 to rub together - again she was sure with a gentle vibration. Carrie’s large bare breasts loated on the gentle waves her nipples still hard. "Now, give me my bikini" "Oh, no", said
Frances
"this is my perfect getaway; you cannot follow me naked, even if you would expose your fake American breasts and pussy. If you try there will be uproar,
Ill
take your bikini as a reminder of you lying Americans."
"My breasts are real" shouted an indignant Carrie, then more quietly "Please give me my bikini - I cannot be sure to keep the p300 inside without it. If I must I will give you 10 minutes to get clear." "Well the p300 must not leave your body or it will be tracked, by now they will know it is gone and have activated its signal. Only your body stops its response. Here."
With that he threw her bikini bottoms over her and about 20 feet past her. Carrie stood and dove for them before they sank, swimming - or at least as near swimming as her too full body could managed she grabbed them before they disappeared. Turning back to the shoreline she saw Francis picking up her towel and waiving to her, her bikini top still in his hands she cursed his retreating back. Its OK she thought, I have my bikini bottoms, plenty of women are topless no one will notice if I calmly walk up the beach, I can be back with the control team before anyone questions my bare breasts.
"Control", she said seemingly to herself but actually to the team waiting for her. "I have a p300, unfortunately our contact stole everything but my bikini bottoms and left; I promised him a 10 minute start." "Control confirms - see you in 10." "Woooowa". The last noise was not actually some strange spy code but Carries reaction as the p300 and the KC1000 both started to vibrate as her controllers spoke to her. The vibration was not just intense but shocking for its unexpectedness."Say again we have interference at end of message", was the sound in her ear, but it increased the vibrations inside her by ten times. Carries legs gave way as the massive vibrations coursed through her entire body. "KC1000 vibrations returned, maintain complete radio silence." fortunately her own cracking voice did not change the pitch of the vibration at all. However the "Emergency shut down of communications" that was beamed back to her did, and Carrie momentarily lost her footing again. "No" she said, "keep watching and listening but do not talk, I did not shove this thing up my ass for fun. Maintain contact but do not talk, I can live with the vibrations, but they increase drastically with incoming messages". Carrie had no way of knowing if the silence was because all communication was shutdown or because she requested no incoming messages.
OK girl, Carrie said to herself, got to get out of here. Already the retreating sea had exposed her breasts again, as she became aware of how difficult tying a bikini bottom on was while in the sea. Half of her did not want to watch what she was doing - as she realized her vision included her breasts, with there now aching nipples and her pussy, but she had to try to concentrate despite the continuing vibration inside her.
As Carrie stumbled from the water the vibration stopped. Thank goodness she though another moment and I would have had a very public orgasm, must have been the sea water. In fact it was the signal sent to track the p300. Her body stopped its return so she could not be located, but the interaction of the incoming signal on the p300 and KC1000 was the cause of the vibrations.
Carrie strode up the beach, trying as hard as she could not to walk differently despite the feelings inside her. As she got to the place she had been sitting waiting for Francis she saw he had left her just the sun oil and her heels. The towel, sarong and her bikini top were gone. In there place he had drawn a smiley face in the sand. 'Shit' thought Carrie as she picked up the bottle of oil and began to massage it into her skin - knowing she had 10 minutes to kill. 'He could have left me my bikini top, or my towel, but no I'm stuck on this beach, full as I have ever been, my tits out, with everyone watching. Though actually.' Carrie looked around, the beach was much emptier than when she had entered the water 'I wonder where everyone went'.
The thought was driven from her mind however as both the p300 and the KC1000 began there humming inside her again. She fell to her knees in the sand at the unexpectedness. For thirty seconds all she could do was to try and keep her body from exploding with the sensations inside her, that and prey no one tried to contact her - which last time had so increased the vibration. Then as suddenly as it had started, and just as Carrie was thinking she would have to try to walk off the beach with her insides in turmoil, the vibration stopped. A few deep breaths bought her once more back from the brink of orgasm, but on opening her eyes – and scanning for anyone who might have noticed - she noticed the beach was now incredibly quiet.
Unable to think of any reason for the rapidly emptying beach – and hoping to get back to control and cover her breasts before the randomly vibrating machines inside her bought her to orgasm, Carrie picked up her shoes and stood. As if that was what they were waiting for 4 men stood up and began to walk towards her. Each was as fine an example of man as she had seen - and her heightened state wondered for a moment if she could just jump them. Though staying just out of reach one approached her. "Miss, we know you are a spy, come quietly with us".
So that was why the beach had quieted, clearly someone was on to her. Carrie made an instant decision, hoping they would be gentle with a woman - especially one so scantily clad as she was, she lashed out her right foot and hit the first man in the chin - he fell slowly to the sand at her feet as the three others adopted a fighting stance. None of the men were armed; Carrie was, though only with her high heeled shoes. Taking one shoe in each hand she spun into action. The first man got a heel point to the thigh, then one to the side, before she punched him in the temple and he fell to the floor. Then she was grabbed in a bear hug from behind, one arm around her waist the other around her chest - copping a gratuitous feel of her breasts while doing so. Slippery with the sun oil she slid around in his grip - causing way too much friction as his hands slid over her engorged nipples - and planted her thigh into his groin. She had the satisfaction of seeing his eyes dim, and as he slip from her she landed her knee on his chin. Whirling from his grasp she faced her final opponent, aware that she needed to be quick as her assailants were only stunned she ran at the last man, seeing his stunned expression she launched. Spin kick, roundhouse and a high heel to the back of the head dealt with him. Looking around the beach was empty but for her four assailants one of who was beginning to awaken. Carrie began to jog for the pathway, knowing from there it was just a short run to the control van.
Carrie reached the edge of the sand. It was only as she moved to put on her shoes to protect her feet form the hot floor she realized she was naked. She looked down to confirm - but there was no doubt - her bikini bottoms - scant cover though they had been were gone. It could only be the man who grabbed her from behind - only he had got close enough – and that was why the final man was so stunned. A quick look behind her and she could see 100 yards away the men were coming to there feet, no way wanting a second fight with four prepared attackers Carrie chose to carry on.
After three steps she regretted her decision as inside her the vibrations started again. Naked and having to walk she was not sure she could keep the p300 and the KC1000 inside her and not have an orgasm. But that was what she attempted. Sweat beaded her forehead with effort, and she was so concentrating walking that she bumped into the woman in the bikini standing in the middle of the path.
"I am taking you into custody" said the woman. Carrie was unable to talk she just chook her head. The woman pressed a button on a pad in her hand and the vibration stopped. Carrie sighed with relief the woman said "I see you are carrying the p300 to stop the return signal to me. But the signal I send causes some discomfort to you? Does it react when I do this" With that she pressed a second button. The two machines inside her sprang to life with increased vigor, almost matching the sensation when her control had spoken to her. "Ah, good. Will you now come quietly?" Carrie had no intention of coming - in either sense of the word - quietly or otherwise. Despite the distraction she adopted a modified fighting stance - hoping to keep her thighs close enough together to minimize her exposure. Her opponent smiled and adopted her own stance, throwing her controller to one side - leaving the devices within Carrie vibrating.
They spared for a few moments, a kick here, a block there, Carrie had done lots of training at fighting in heels, but the other woman was as quick and agile; if she was shocked or unnerved to be fighting an oiled woman in nothing but high heels she gave no sign of it, and Carrie knew she was outclassed - not because she could not have won a fair fight but the vibrations inside her meant almost the only thing on her mind was her impending orgasm.
Carrie received a punch to the chest, then to the stomach, she blocked the kick to the face that would have knocked her out, but the stomach punch bough to a new level the sensations inside her - the pitch of the vibration did not change but Carrie knew it was only a matter of time before she reached orgasm. The block was only partially successful however and Carrie fell, full length to the floor on her chest. Her opponent grabbed her legs and dragged Carrie three or four feet, scraping the skin of her bare chest on the rough concrete before she could flip herself free.
Carrie was now bleeding from a dozen small cuts across her stomach and breasts, and one large cut painfully bisecting her left nipple. She tried a last desperate tactic. She closed in for her attach momentarily forgetting the beating her bare skin would take. Carrie's naked oiled and now sweaty skin prove an advantage as her opponent could not get any sort of grip on Carrie’s slippery body.
Carrie backed up and kicked at the woman's thigh, stomach, left breast and right collar bone in rapid succession, at each kick the heel of her shoe pierced flesh. The final position Carrie held with the heel of her left shoe imbedded in the woman's broken collar. For a moment Carrie stood there balanced on her right leg with her left leg extended up and forwards heel buried in the woman's body as her assailant cost consciousness. Just at the moment of contact Carrie felt her orgasm begin. As wave after wave contractions hit her; the p300 is forced from her body as the muscles in her vagina could not hold the smooth object inside her any longer. The KC1000 instantly stopped its maddening vibrating deep within her. As her orgasm finishes - seemingly hours later - Carrie removes her heel enough for the other woman to fall stunned to the floor.
Her leg almost straight up in the air still, the shock of both the loss of the p300 and the orgasm pauses Carrie for a moment. But a moment is all that was required for the strongest of her beach assailants to grab her. No thoughts from him this time for a grope of her breasts, instead he wraps his arms around her - trapping her left leg up and her arms down inside his grip.
Without thought Carrie lifts her right leg and slides her stiletto heel down his leg from inner thigh to ankle - opening a deep bloody welt. As he releases her she slams her left heel into his foot - piercing it through before turning and as he collapses a knee to his nose and as he rears back in pain a kick to his groin.
Leaning down Carrie grabs the slick p300 from the floor, and begins to walk from the scene, moving as quickly as her naked and abused body can manage on 4 inch stiletto's she reaches the van containing her support team. Collapsing into the van her stunned colleagues watch as she forces the KC1000 from its unusual location. "What happened we thought you were wrapping up?" "You did not see?" said Carrie "No the KC1000 shut down - we assumed it’s unusual location was causing a problem." Carrie explained the situation, and handed over the p300. Shocked her boss held the device - so recently within Carrie and the cause of her problems. "We need to stop its tracking signal" he said.
Carrie smiled in his face and retorted "Well, it's not going near me again, so you can take that thought and the p300 and you can shove it up your ass if you want.” Not wanting to do that they found a secure container which prevented radio waves from passing and put the p300 in it instead.
Carrie wrapped herself in a towel and tried to relax as their van raced across town to their planned rendezvous. Once there four men and a women clutching a towel around herself ran across the small tarmac to a waiting airplane and safety.
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