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Chapter 1

Susan Hilton slowly opened her eyes and tried to shake the cobwebs from her mind. The last thing she remembered clearly
was punching her timecard as she arrived for her new job at Klinger’s Antique Ornament Shop. She vaguely remembered
hearing someone coming up behind her…and then nothing. The next thing she knew, she was here, wherever here was. It
appeared to be some kind of laboratory.

The glare of the bright overhead light was hurting Susan’s eyes but, when she tried to shade them with her hand, she realized
she was strapped to some kind of operating table. She lifted her head as best she could to examine her restraints and came to
an even more startling realization; not only was she strapped to an operating table, she was completely and totally naked. She
tried to cover her nudity but the straps around her wrists and ankles held her tight with her arms pinned at her sides and her
legs spread slightly apart.

“Hello?” Susan called out tentatively. “Is anyone there?”

“Good morning”, a voice with a heavy German accent replied from the shadows, “I’m glad you are finally avake.”

“Who are you?” Susan shouted. “Why am I here? What do you want with me?”

“Please, my dear”, the voice said calmly, “Shall ve dispense vith zhis little charade. You know exactly who I am und exactly
vhy you are here, don’t you Susan … or should I call you Agent Ninety-nine of CONTROL?” As he spoke, an evil looking
gentleman with light hair and dark beady eyes stepped into the light. He had a mustache and a scar on one cheek. “As for vhat
I vant vith you, zhat shall become clear very shortly.”

“Siegfried!” Ninety-nine exclaimed. “I should have known.”

“Of course you should have”, Siegfried mocked, “But you didn’t. You fell right into my trap.”

“Trap?” Ninety-nine said, trying to keep the tremor of fear from her voice.

“Of course”, Siegfried chuckled. “Zhis entire operation vas set up for zhe purpose of luring you here. I knew zhat if
CONTROL learned zhat KAOS vas shmuggling secret plans out of zhe country in antique ornaments, zhey vould send you to
investigate…und here you are.”

“You won’t get away with this, you fiend”, Ninety-nine shouted. “CONTROL will rescue me.”

“I should hope so, my dear” Siegfried said with a smug grin. “I am expecting your colleague Mr. Shmart to join our little party;
in fact, I’m counting on it. But until zhen, you and I are going to become much better acquainted.” To emphasize his point, he
walked over and lightly stroked one of Ninety-nine’s breasts, slowly circling the nipple with his black-gloved finger.

Ninety-nine had been so consumed by fear and anger she had almost forgotten her state of undress. But now, as Siegfried’s
unwelcome touch made her skin crawl, she once again struggled to hide her most private parts from his lecherous stare.
“Don’t touch me, you monster”, she screamed defiantly. “Max will make you pay for this.”

Siegfried shook his head slowly and sighed with disappointment. “I can see zhat you don’t find my touch pleasurable”, he
lamented. “Vhat a shame. I vas hoping zhat I vouldn’t have to resort to more clinical methods to receive your cooperation but
I see it is not to be so.” He paused and took a long wanting look at Ninety-nine’s luscious body. “Ah vell”, he sighed. “If zhat
is zhe vay it has to be…” He then turned and picked up a hypodermic needle from a nearby table. “So be it.”

Ninety-nine felt icy fingers of fear grip her heart as she watched Siegfried remove an air bubble from the syringe and move it
toward her. She tried to pull away from the menacing needle but her bonds severely limited her movements. A moment later,
she felt a sharp sting in her arm that caused her to gasp in pain.

“Don’t vorry, my dear”, Siegfried cooed reassuringly, “In a few moments, all your pain vill be vashed avay by a pleasure
unlike any you have ever experienced in your life.” He had a mischievous smile on his face as he spoke.

Ninety-nine tried to remain calm, knowing that getting angry would only speed the chemicals through her system. She closed
her eyes and tried to keep her breathing steady and even while slowing her heartbeat as best she could. Everything she had
been taught by CONTROL about resisting the influence of drugs came flooding back to her. At first, she thought she was
winning. As she lay perfectly still and concentrated on her breathing, she felt no different at all. Her mind was still clear and
nothing seemed to be happening. A small smile spread across her lips as she imagined Siegfried’s reaction when he discovered
his plan had failed.

Siegfried saw Ninety-nine smile and a broad smile spread across his own face. She was reacting just as he had expected and
everything was going perfectly.

Suddenly, Ninety-nine started to feel very very warm. It felt like someone had lit a fire deep inside her that was radiating
outward to every corner of her body. She was finding it more and more difficult to control her breathing as she
absent-mindedly licked her parched lips and began squirming within her restraints.

Siegfried saw the light sheen of sweat covering Ninety-nines flawless skin and he had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing
with glee.

Ninety-nine felt a tingling sensation start in her nipples and quickly spread until it engulfed her breasts in a blanket of prickly
heat. Her breasts were aching to be touched as she threw her shoulders back and thrust her chest forward in a futile attempt to
make contact with whatever she could.

Siegfried reached down and adjusted the lump in his pants as he watched Ninety-nine begin to writhe in discomfort. He knew
the drugs were working well and soon her need for relief would be at its peak. Only then would he offer it to her.

Ninety-nine began squeezing and relaxing her thigh muscles rhythmically, desperately trying to stimulate her aching pussy. She
burned with a need she had never felt before…or at least never so powerfully. She could feel the juices running from her slit
and trickling toward her ass before dripping to the table below. She moaned in frustration as she pulled against her bonds in a
frantic attempt to reach between her legs and extinguish the fire that roared unchecked within her belly. “What’s happening to
me?” she whispered in confusion. She knew it was the drugs that were doing this to her but she didn’t understand how
something could feel so bad and so good at the same time.

Siegfried walked over to the table with a self-satisfied smile. He knew by the powerful aroma of Ninety-nine’s arousal and her
incoherent whimpering that she was lost in a haze of overwhelming desire. Now was the time to initiate the second phase of his
plan. He reached down and quickly began undoing the straps around one of Ninety-nines ankles.

Ninety-nine’s eyes flew open in surprise. “W-what are you doing?” she asked weakly.

“Vhat does it look like I’m doing?” Siegfried replied with an impish grin. “I’m letting you go.”

“What?” Ninety-nine exclaimed in surprise. “Why?”

“Does it matter?” Siegfried asked as he unbuckled one of Ninety-nine’s wrists. “You are free to leave.”

Ninety-nine closed her eyes again and moaned with pleasure as her free hand shot to her pussy and began furiously rubbing
her slit. Gathering all the willpower she could muster, she opened her eyes again and looked up at Siegfried suspiciously. “It’s
a…trick” she panted breathlessly. “You’re…up to…something.”

“No tricks”, Siegfried said as he began releasing Ninety-nines other wrist. “You have my vord zhat I vill not try to shtop you if
you choose to leave.”

‘If I choose to leave?’ Ninety-nine thought. ‘Of course, I’m going to leave. I’m going to go get Max and the Chief and I’m
going to bring them back here and we’re going to close this place down.’ As a vision of Max flashed through Ninety-nine’s
mind, she closed her eyes again and began stroking her pussy with renewed effort. A moment later, her other wrist was
released from its bonds and she quickly began squeezing and massaging her aching breasts. All thoughts of escape were
washed from her mind as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body causing her to writhe in ecstasy.

Siegfried watched the erotic show for several minutes with a malevolent grin on his face. Ninety-nine had no idea she would be
unable to orgasm no matter how hard she tried. The drugs that coursed through her system would continue to build her arousal
to inhuman levels with no release until the antidote neutralized them. An antidote he would gladly give her. “Vell?” he said
loudly. “Don’t you vant to leave?”

The sound of Siegfried’s voice roused Ninety-nine from her sexual stupor enough to open her eyes and look up at him.
“What?” she whispered. “What did you say?”

Siegfried smiled innocently. “I said, don’t you vant to leave? You’re free now but I could easily change my mind.”

‘Free?’ Ninety-nine wondered in confusion. It was so difficult to think with all these sensations flooding her brain. ‘Yes’ she
thought ‘I’m free. I have to get out of here and get help.’ Reluctantly pulling her hands from her pussy, she weakly swung her
legs around and sat upright. The lusty fog that shrouded her brain seemed to lift slightly as she slipped off the table and stood
on the floor. Her knees buckled momentarily but she grabbed the table for support as she gathered her strength…and her
resolve. She took a deep breath and squeezed her thighs together tightly as she stumbled hesitantly toward the door.

“Before you go”, Siegfried called, “Zhere is something you should know.”

Ninety-nine ignored Siegfried and continued her slow march to freedom.

“I vill tell you how you can cum”, Siegfried taunted.

Ninety-nine stopped dead in her tracks. A voice in her head screamed for her to keep going but her body seemed unwilling to
cooperate. The fire inside her was like an inferno now and she needed to extinguish it before it consumed her. She slowly
turned around.

Siegfried smiled conceitedly. “Zhe drugs in your system vill continue to make you horny vithout letting you cum until you take
zhe antidote.”

“Antidote?” Ninety-nine muttered weakly. “What antidote?”

Siegfried’s smile widened even more. “I just happen to have some of zhe antidote right here” he chuckled. As he spoke, he
reached down and began unfastening his belt.

It took a few seconds for Ninety-nine’s befuddled mind to grasp what Siegfried was implying but, when she did, a shudder of
revulsion passed through her.

“Of course”, Siegfried taunted as he lowered his zipper, “I may need a little help getting it out of its container.”

“Never”, Ninety-nine said as defiantly as she could. Blowjobs were dirty and disgusting. There was no way she would suck
this disgusting pig’s cock no matter how badly she needed to cum.

Siegfried carefully removed his penis from his trousers and felt an overwhelming surge of pride as Ninety-nine’s eyes flew
open and she gasped with surprise. He knew that Ninety-nine was so aroused that any cock would appear magnificent but the
awestruck look on her face still boosted his ego and made him smile smugly.

Ninety-nine licked her lips as she stared at Siegfried’s huge member. It was the most perfect penis she had ever seen in her
entire life (not that she’d seen very many). She took a step toward it and then stopped. The voice in her head was howling at
her to turn around and run.

Siegfried could see Ninety-nine’s torment etched on her face. Her emotions were at war with her intellect and the battle was
tearing her apart. He had little doubt about which side would win but the he was enjoying watching her struggle to maintain her
control…and her freedom.

Ninety-nine took another tentative step toward Siegfried. Her body was screaming at her to give in to the ravenous hunger that
coursed through her veins and made her blood boil. Every fiber of her being craved the release that Siegfried’s cock could
give her and all it would cost her was her dignity. Was that such a large price to pay to alleviate the throbbing ache between
her legs?

Siegfried could see that Ninety-nine was weakening. He was impressed that she had fought as long as she had but was certain
she would soon be his. He only hoped she surrendered before the torture she was enduring caused her mind to snap and sent
her plunging into madness.

Ninety-nine stumbled forward. ‘Think about Max’ the voice in her head bellowed. “Max”, Ninety-nine mumbled. ‘Max is so
far away’ she thought ‘and Siegfried is so close.’ She took another step. ‘Besides’ she thought ‘I need to clear my head. It’s
so difficult to think with these drugs coursing through my veins. I’ll just drink some of Siegfried’s cum and then I’ll be able to
think clearly. Then I’ll be able to escape.’ Deep inside, she knew her arguments were crazy but her conscious mind had finally
succumbed to Siegfried’s diabolical drugs and her fate was sealed as she moved inexorably toward Siegfried’s waiting cock.

Siegfried laughed triumphantly as he watched Ninety-nine drop to her knees and take his cock in her slender hands. She
began rubbing it softly like it was her most prized possession and each stroke sent a jolt of excitement erupting from his groin
and crashing into his brain. He shuddered involuntarily as she leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue along the sensitive
underside of his hard shaft before wrapping her lips around it’s swollen head. Waves of pleasure coursed through his body as
Ninety-nine lovingly fondled his scrotum while sucking his member with single-minded dedication.  Within minutes, he could
feel the pressure building and he knew he was about to blow. He braced himself and let out a loud grunt as the first stream of
semen erupted inside Ninety-nine’s mouth and splattered against the back of her throat.

At the first taste of Siegfried’s cum, Ninety-nine’s body was shaken to its very core by the climax that had been building since
Siegfried had first injected her. Through the haze of ecstasy that enveloped her brain, she continued to suck Siegfried’s cock
with wild abandon, desperately trying to get every last drop of his delicious semen. For what seemed like an eternity, her body
was rocked by the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had as Siegfried continued to pump his life-giving fluids into her belly.
Only when the flow of cum had started to ebb did her own climax start to fade as she slowly regained her senses. With frantic
desperation, she began licking Siegfried’s cock, searching for any stray globules of luscious cum that may have escaped from
her lips. She loved the way Siegfried’s cum had made her feel and she didn’t want to miss any of it. It was the most wonderful
thing she had ever tasted. Once she was sure his cock was completely clean, she sat back with a smile on her face and sighed
with satisfaction. Her need was completely quenched and a warm lassitude was descending over her as she closed her eyes
and felt her troubles drifting away.

Siegfried smiled down at Ninety-nine as he tried to catch his breath. The drugs that had made Ninety-nine so horny had been
cancelled by the semen she’d swallowed but now the other drugs he’d injected her with were mixing with the endorphins that
her orgasm had released to put her into a relaxed and suggestible state. The more endorphins in her brain, the more relaxed
and suggestible she would become. “Ninety-nine?” he said softly.

Ninety-nine opened her eyes and looked up at Siegfried with a placid smile on her face. She felt so relaxed and wonderful. It
was like her body was detached from her mind and she was floating on a soft white cloud without a care in the world.

“Stand up”, Siegfried ordered.

Despite her peaceful state of mind, Ninety-nine felt energy coursing through her limbs as she quickly scrambled to her feet.

“Valk over to zhe table und lie down”, Siegfried commanded as he lowered his pants and stepped out of them.

Without thinking, Ninety-nine did as she was told. She didn’t want to think. Thinking would mean leaving her soft cloud and
her cloud was more wonderful than anything in the world.

Siegfried stepped up to the prone Ninety-nine and began carefully stroking his flaccid member. “Shpread your legs”, he
ordered.

Ninety-nine quickly complied without protest. The soft pink folds of her pussy were now displayed for Siegfried to see but her
mind was someplace far far away.

The sight of Ninety-nine’s pussy laid out before him and his own ministrations quickly brought Siegfried’s cock back to life.
Grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to him, he carefully placed the head of his penis at the entrance to Ninety-nine’s
vagina. Then, he slowly started to push forward until he unexpectedly felt an obstruction. He pulled back and tried again but
the obstruction was still there. For several seconds he puzzled over his predicament until he came to a startling realization.
‘She’s a virgin!’ his mind screamed in delight. He was laughing like a giddy schoolboy as he swiftly withdrew his cock then
drove forward in one powerful thrust.

A bolt of lightning erupted from the sky and struck Ninety-nine, making her scream in pain. But just as quickly as it had
arrived, the pain was suddenly gone. Once again, the skies were clear and blue as she sank even deeper into her soft white
bed. The cloud seemed to wrap itself around her, caressing her body and making goose pimples dance across her flesh. She
started to pant as the wonderful cloud sent waves of pleasure coursing through her system.

Back in reality, Siegfried rammed into Ninety-nine with all his might, his heart beating wildly in his chest as he grunted and
groaned from the strain. Then suddenly, he let out a loud primal scream as he buried his cock in Ninety-nine’s pussy and
began shooting his seed inside her.

A beam of pure white light stabbed from the heavens and landed between Ninety-nine’s legs, filling her with divine bliss. She
threw her head back and howled in ecstasy as a feeling that was more exhilarating than anything she’d ever dreamed possible
rocked her body. Every nerve tingled with electricity as her mind exploded into a million tiny pieces and fell softly to the
ground like snowflakes.

Siegfried collapsed on top of Ninety-nine in exhaustion as he let out a long moan. His breath was coming in short ragged gasps
but he knew he had to hurry. Time was of the essence as he weakly lifted himself from the table and removed his rapidly
deflating cock from Ninety-nine’s pussy. He staggered to a nearby tray and picked up a pair of headphones. Stumbling pack
to Ninety-nine, he carefully placed the headphones over her ears and flipped a switch before collapsing to the floor.

Ninety-nine was just starting to recover from her heavenly orgasm when a voice suddenly thundered all around her. It was the
most powerful voice she had ever heard and it seemed to be coming from everywhere, including deep inside her own mind.
She relaxed with a tranquil smile as the voice began to tell her what she should do and who she should be. She listened intently
to the voice and accepted everything it said without question. After all, this was God’s voice and no one could disobey God.
 
 

Chapter 2

Maxwell Smart, Agent Eighty-six of CONTROL, crept silently through the darkened shop like a cat walking on feathers. He
knew the element of surprise was vital to the success of his mission.

Suddenly, Max saw a shadowy figure in the moonlight and moved stealthily toward it. Using skill acquired from years of
training and practice, he snuck up on his opponent without alerting them to his presence. Then, with the speed of a jaguar, he
reared back and attacked his adversary with a powerful karate chop. “Hiyah”, he yelled as he sent his foe careening to the
floor with a clatter so loud it was heard a block away. He quickly sprang to his feet, ready to defend against a counterattack.

Seeing shards of glass strewn across the shop, Max relaxed and casually brushed himself off. “Very clever”, he said in his
usual nasally voice. “The old display of antique ornaments disguised as a guard trick.” Holding his head up high, he walked
across the shop, each step echoing through the darkness, as the glass remains crunched beneath his feet.

Finding a large wooden door at the back of the shop, Max quickly decided this was probably where they were holding
Ninety-nine. He turned the doorknob and pushed but the door refused to move. Determined to let nothing stand in his way, he
took a few steps back and threw himself at the door with all his might.

Max staggered backward, stunned, as the sound of his blow resonated across the empty shop. A few moments later, he
shook his head as he regained his senses. Taking another few steps back, he again threw himself at the door with no regard for
his personal welfare.

Again, Max staggered backward in a daze. When the ringing in his ears finally stopped, he glared at the door with grim
determination. Backing as far away from the door as possible, he took a deep breath and braced himself for another attempt.
Then, closing his eyes, he ran headlong toward the door, unaware of the figure that stepped from the shadows.

The figure grabbed the handle and pulled, opening the door with a loud creak before melting into the darkness again.

Max tripped on the first step and went tumbling down the stairs, head over heels, grunting and groaning with each blow that
accosted his body. When he finally came to a stop at the base of the stairs, he quickly jumped to his feet and began
nonchalantly brushing himself off. He took a single step forward and immediately ran headfirst into a post.

“Max?” whispered a voice from the darkness.

“Ninety-nine?” Max whispered back. “Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me”, Ninety-nine said quietly. “I think there’s a light switch at the bottom of the stairs.”

Max began feeling along the wall until he came to the switch. As he flipped it on, the glaring light momentarily blinded him.

“Max!” Ninety-nine called out, “I knew you’d come.”

As Max’s vision cleared, he looked across the basement to see Ninety-nine tied to a post. He noted with amusement how
having her hands bound behind her back made her breasts jut forward. He thought he could see the outline of her nipples
through the fabric of her white blouse but he quickly dismissed the idea as absurd. Ninety-nine was far too straight-laced to go
without a bra.

“Ninety-nine!” Max said with concern in his voice. “Are you all right? I was worried when you didn’t report in.” As he spoke,
he quickly walked over and began untying Ninety-nine’s hands.

Tears welled up in Ninety-nine’s eyes as she recalled what Siegfried had done to her. The humiliation she had endured was
too much for her and she wrapped her arms around Max’s neck and sobbed quietly. “Oh Max”, she cried. “It was horrible.
They drugged me and made me do things. They tried to put thoughts in my head. They tried to change me but they couldn’t.
Whenever I felt myself slipping away, I’d think of you and that would give me the strength to resist.”

Max was enjoying the way Ninety-nine was pressing against him but he knew they were both in grave danger. “We don’t have
time for this, Ninety-nine”, he said sternly. “We have to get out of here and tell the Chief what’s happening.”

Ninety-nine stepped back and took a deep ragged breath. “Right, Max”, she said as she wiped a tear from her cheek. “Let’s
go.” She hated the fact she had fallen apart like that. It was so unprofessional.

Max turned and immediately walked into a stack of boxes, sending them toppling to the floor with a thunderous crash.

“Maybe we should go this way”, Ninety-nine said quietly, trying to conceal her smile.

“I knew that”, Max said defensively as he headed for the stairs. “By the way”, he asked, “Who was holding you?”

“Zhat vould be me”, a voice with a heavy German accent called from the top of the staircase.

Max stopped and drew his gun as a figure armed with a Luger and dressed in a leather jacket calmly descended the stairs.
“Siegfried”, Max exclaimed, “I knew it was you. This diabolical plan has your handwriting all over it”

“I’m flattered, Shmart”, Siegfried said with a smug grin. “Vhat vas it about my plan zhat gave me avay? Zhe impeccable
timing? Zhe brilliant manipulation? Zhe ingenious simplicity?”

“Of course not”, Max snapped. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “This note I found saying
‘Ninety-nine is being held in the basement of Klinger’s Antique Ornament Shop’ is in your handwriting.”

“Oh”, Siegfried said with an air of disappointment.

“Get behind me, Ninety-nine”, Max ordered as he stepped between her and Siegfried. “You’d better surrender, Siegfried”, he
barked. “Even as we speak, this building is being surrounded by a thousand Green Berets armed with grenade launchers.”

Siegfried stared at Max with a look of disbelief.

“Would you believe a hundred infantrymen with M-16s?” Max asked.

Siegfried just smiled.

“How about a dozen sheriff’s deputies with handguns?”

Siegfried shook his head slowly.

“A Boy Scout with a pocket knife?”

“I don’t think so, Shmart” Siegfried laughed. “I think you came here alone.”

Max scowled at Siegfried. “Even if I did come alone”, he snapped, “We have a stand off. I can’t shoot you without you
shooting me and you can’t shoot me without me shooting you. Or is that I can’t shoot me without you shooting you?” He was
momentarily distracted but quickly regained his focus. “Anyway”, he continued, “All we can do is wait…and I’ve got all
night.” A smug grin spread across his face as he realized he finally had Siegfried right where he wanted him.

Siegfried smiled back. He finally had Max right where he wanted him. “I think Agent Sixty-six might disagree vith you”, he
chuckled.

Max quickly scanned the basement, expecting to find someone sneaking up on him, but all he saw was Ninety-nine standing
behind him with a strange look on her face. “Good try, Siegfried”, he laughed, “But not good enough. There’s no one down
here but you, me and Ninety-nine.”

“I’m not Ninety-nine”, a cold hard-edged voice spat.

Max spun around to see Ninety-nine pointing a gun at him with an angry scowl on her face. “Ninety-nine”, he asked in
confusion, “What are you doing?”

“I told you”, she spat, “I’m not Ninety-nine. I’m Agent Sixty-six of KAOS.” An evil smile spread across her face. “Now drop
your gun Smart or you’re thrrrrrp”, she said with a loud razz.

“Sixty-six”, Siegfried snapped, “Zhis is KAOS. Ve don’t thrrrrrp here!”

“Sorry”, Sixty-six mumbled.

“Zhe vay I see it”, Siegfried announced. “You have three choices, Shmart. You can shoot Sixty-six, immediately after vhich, I
shoot you. You can shoot me, immediately after vhich, Sixty-six shoots you. Or you can hand Sixty-six your veapon und raise
your hands. Zhe choice is yours.”

Max quickly went over his options. “What was that second one again?” he asked.

“Give me the gun or die”, Sixty-six snarled angrily.

Max looked deeply into Sixty-six’s eyes, trying desperately to find even a glimmer of Ninety-nine in them. But all he saw was
the cold stare of an enemy agent. He knew he couldn’t shoot Ninety-nine no matter how evil she had become but he was
equally certain that she had no such compunction about putting a bullet in him. Realizing that he was in a hopeless situation, he
slowly handed Sixty-six his gun. ‘At least this way’ he thought ‘Ninety-nine will still be alive, even if she is working for
KAOS.’

Sixty-six smiled triumphantly as she took Max’s gun and walked over to Siegfried.

“Very good, Sixty-six”, Siegfried beamed as he took Max’s gun and put it in his pocket.

“Thank you”, Sixty-six replied proudly. “I live to serve KAOS.”

Hearing those words coming from Ninety-nine’s lips was like being kicked in the stomach for Max. “So, now what?” he said
grimly. “You shoot me in cold blood?”

This suggestion brought a smile to Sixty-six’s face. Although she’d never crossed paths with Maxwell Smart before, he was an
enemy of KAOS and therefore her enemy. Nothing would please her more than putting a bullet through his skull.

A maudlin expression crossed Siegfried’s face. “I only vant to talk, Shmart”, he sighed. “Zhat is vhy I lured you here.”

Max eyed Siegfried suspiciously. “You lured me here?”

“Of course”, Siegfried sighed, “I did everything I could think of to get you here. I wrote you zhat note. I left zhe shop
unlocked. I even opened a door for you.”

“If you wanted to talk”, Max asked skeptically, ”Why not just call my shoe?”

Siegfried shook his head. “My doctor ordered me to shtop calling shoes”, he explained. “I vas getting athlete’s ear. Besides, I
needed to talk to you in person. I have a proposition for you.”

“Forget it”, Max growled. “I don’t make deals with bloodthirsty killers. I won’t rest until I see you pay for your heinous
crimes.”

Siegfried sighed. “Zhat is zhe problem.”

Max stared at Siegfried in confusion.

“Can’t I just shoot him?” Sixty-six piped in. She was growing tired of all this talking and wanted to see Smart lying lifeless in a
pool of his own blood.

Siegfried ignored Sixty-six’s request. “I’m tired of all zhis bloodshed”, he explained. “You kill one of my agents. I kill one of
yours. Vhere does it shtop?” He took a deep breath. “I vant out”, he announced bluntly.

Max was stunned.

Sixty-six eyed Siegfried suspiciously. She was sure this was all part of some master plan to rid KAOS of Smart’s interference
once and for all but she didn’t know where the plan was heading.

“I knew you vouldn’t shtop looking for me even if I quit”, Siegfried continued. “You vould hunt me to zhe ends of zhe earth
and I’d never get a moment’s rest. So I decided to make you a deal. If you let me retire quietly in some out of zhe vay place
und never bother me again, I vill give you something in return, something very close to me.” He almost laughed at his little pun.

“The answer is no”, Max said firmly.

“Very vell”, Siegfried said calmly. “But since you refuse my offer, I vill have Sixty-six shoot you and dump your body on zhe
front steps of CONTROL headquarters.”

Sixty-six raised her gun in anticipation of Smart’s imminent demise. She had a malevolent grin on her face.

“Wait a second” Max relented as he stared at the gun in Sixty-six’s hand. “Maybe I was being a little hasty. Give me a minute
to think about it.” He hated the idea of letting Siegfried get away scot-free but it didn’t appear he had much choice in the
matter. Still, all the faces of the CONTROL agents Siegfried had dispatched over the years flashed through his mind.

“Perhaps, it vould help you to decide”, Siegfried offered, “If I showed you zhe gift I have prepared for you.” He then looked
at Sixty-six with a broad grin. “Maxwell Shmart”, he said cheerfully, “I’d like you to meet Agent Sixty-nine.”

Suddenly, Sixty-six’s body stiffened as her eyes glazed over with a distant faraway look. She didn’t move as Siegfried took
the gun from her hand and placed it in his pocket. For several seconds, she stood there like a statue until a lewd grin suddenly
swept across her face and her eyes began to burn with passion. She turned to Siegfried and started rubbing her body against
his. “I want you”, she said with a throaty growl. “I want you now.”

Max’s jaw dropped to the floor and his eyes almost popped out of his head. It was hard enough to believe Siegfried had
turned Ninety-nine into a ruthless assassin but now he seemed to have turned her into a slut. Ninety-nine had always been so
quiet and reserved that he wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes.

Siegfried saw the astonishment on Max’s face and chuckled. “Agent Sixty-nine, I’d like you to meet Maxwell Shmart of
CONTROL.”

Sixty-nine looked over at Max and gave him a sensuous smile. “Hello”, she said in a sultry tone. “I’m pleased to meet you.”
‘He’s cute’ she thought ‘I wonder how big a cock he has?’ The idea of sucking Max’s cock caused a shiver of excitement to
travel through her body.

The way Sixty-nine was staring at Max with a lustful grin made his cock twitch involuntarily. She seemed to exude sex from
every pore and just the way her chest rose and fell as she breathed seemed erotic. Her eyes seemed to bore into him and light
a fire in his brain. He found it difficult to remember that this was really Ninety-nine and not some wanton harlot. He tugged at
his collar, which suddenly seemed uncomfortably tight as a drop of sweat trickled down his forehead.

Siegfried saw Max start to perspire and he knew Sixty-nine was having the desired effect. If he hadn’t taken full advantage of
Sixty-nine just before Max had arrived, he’d be tempted to rip her clothes off and fuck her himself. He was amazed at the
sheer animal magnetism his programming had unlocked from deep within the formerly conservative agent. “Agent Sixty-nine”,
he ordered, “I’d like you to be Mr. Shmart’s friend.”

Sixty-nine knew exactly what Siegfried meant by ‘friend’ and she was more than willing to be Max’s friend…his very close
friend. She pulled herself away from Siegfried and sauntered over to Max with a swing in her hips and desire in her eyes. She
draped herself around Max’s neck, pressing her breasts into his chest, and leaning in close to his ear. “Would you like to be
my friend?” she whispered seductively.

Max swallowed hard. He kept repeating ‘this is Ninety-nine, this is Ninety-nine’ over and over in his head like a mantra. But
when he felt her hand brush gently against the bulge in his pants he felt his brain turn to jelly and ooze out his ear.

“Ooh”, Sixty-nine cooed, “You do want to be my friend…or at least part of you does.” She ran her finger around the outline
of Max’s cock as it pressed painfully against the crotch of his pants. “And it’s such a BIG part”, she crooned.

“Ninety-nine”, Max croaked, “Get a hold of yourself. This isn’t like you.”

“I’m not Ninety-nine”, Sixty-nine said with a mischievous grin, “I’m much better. And there’s something I’d much rather get a
hold of than myself.” She then grabbed Max’s cock through the fabric of his pants and squeezed it gently.

Max gasped with surprise as he closed his eyes and tried to maintain his composure.

Siegfried could tell that Max was weakening. He was amazed that Max had held out this long. Even his own cock was starting
to react to the arousing display Sixty-nine was putting on. All Max needed was another little push. “Agent Sixty-nine”, he said
calmly, “Vhy don’t you show Mr. Shmart your abundant charms?”

Without hesitation Sixty-nine stepped back and began unbuttoning her blouse. Max’s eyes were glued to her fingers as she
painstakingly undid each button teasingly revealing more and more of her silky smooth skin. When the last of the buttons was
free, she pulled the hem of the blouse from her skirt and let it slip from her shoulders, sliding slowly down her arms until it fell
to the floor.

Max licked his lips, as he stood hypnotized by Sixty-nine’s creamy white breasts. They weren’t particularly large but they
were firm and set high on her chest.

Sixty-nine reached up and rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefingers as she closed her eyes and let out a sensuous
moan. It felt so nice to be free of that suffocating blouse and feel the cool air against her hot skin. She then reached down and
lowered the zipper of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor before stepping out of it. One hand returned to teasing her nipples
while the other reached down and started rubbing her pussy as she stood there, dressed only in her black pumps and sheer
black stay-ups. “Do you like my charms?” she teased.

Siegfried could hear Max breathing heavily and he knew he was almost gone. He took a moment to enjoy the lewd dance
Sixty-nine was doing before proceeding. “Agent Sixty-nine”, he called out, “It seems that Mr. Shmart is having some trouble
vith his trousers. Vhy don’t you see if you can help?”

Sixty-nine looked down at the bulge in Max’s pants and smiled with delight. At that moment, she needed a cock more than
she needed air to breathe and there was a perfectly fine specimen just a few feet away. She walked over and dropped to her
knees in front of Max and started undoing his pants with trembling hands. Within moments, she had his pants and boxers
around his ankles and was staring at his prodigious member with wide-eyed wonder. It was even bigger than Siegfried’s and
she felt a moment of trepidation before leaning forward and sucking it into her mouth with a loud slurp.

Max knew what he was doing was wrong but, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pull away. He was completely under
Sixty-nine’s spell and she could do with him whatever she pleased. He gently placed his hands on Sixty-nine’s head as it
bobbed back and forth in front of him, sending ripples of pleasure radiating from his cock with each pass.

Siegfried let Sixty-nine suck Max’s cock for a few moments but he knew that a simple blowjob wasn’t enough to seal their
bargain. He was afraid Max would have an attack of conscience and come after him even after the deal was made. He needed
to get Max into a more compromising position. “Agent Sixty-nine, stop”, he ordered.

Sixty-nine immediately obeyed but she glared at Siegfried angrily for the unwanted interruption.

“Vouldn’t you like Mr. Shmart to fuck your lovely little ass?” Siegfried asked with a lewd grin.

Max’s jaw fell open in shock.

Sixty-nine squealed with delight. She had never been fucked in the ass before but she really wanted to try it. She knew it
would hurt, especially with a cock as big as Max’s, but sex was her sole reason for living and she wanted it in all its many
varieties. “Oh, yes”, she beamed happily, “That sounds wonderful.”

Max looked at Siegfried and then at Sixty-nine then back at Siegfried. He was stunned by Siegfried’s suggestion and even
more stunned by Sixty-nine’s response.

Siegfried could see that Max was dazed and didn’t want to give him time to come to his senses. “Agent Sixty-nine”, he said,
“Vhy don’t you get ready for Mr. Shmart?”

Sixty-nine jumped to her feet and almost sprinted to a nearby table. Pushing the contents of the table to the floor, she quickly
bent over, pressing her breasts into the cool surface and thrusting her ass into the air.  She then reached back and pulled her
cheeks apart, inviting Max to take her.

Max could see Sixty-nine’s rose peaking out from between her buttocks and he wanted desperately to walk over and shove
his cock into it as hard as he could. But a voice in his head was screaming at him that this was wrong and he had gone too far.
His mind and body were at war with each other and it was tearing him apart.

Siegfried couldn’t believe that Max was still resisting Sixty-nine’s allure. The throbbing in his own pants was so uncomfortable
that, if Max didn’t succumb soon, he would go over and fuck her ass himself. Instead, he decided that Max needed a little
more prodding. “Agent Sixty-nine”, he said, “It seems zhat Mr. Shmart needs a little convincing.”

Sixty-nine looked over her shoulder and gave Max her most dejected pout. “Ple-e-e-ease’, she begged. “Please fuck my ass.
I want to feel that big fat cock of yours shoved up my anus so far I can’t breathe. I’ll die if I don’t feel you filling my belly with
your sperm. You don’t want me to die do you? You’re the only one who can help me. Please, I need it so bad.” Tears were
streaming down her face as her bottom lip quivered like a child.

Max felt his resistance evaporate as he stepped up behind Sixty-nine. He hated to see her suffering and he reasoned that the
best way to help was to do what she asked. He’d placed his hands on Sixty-nine’s hips when he heard Siegfried call his name.

“You might need zhis”, Siegfried said with a conceited grin as he tossed Max a tube of something.

Max examined the tube and found it contained lubricant jelly. He glared at Siegfried as he realized Siegfried had assumed he’d
succumb to Sixty-nine and planned ahead. He felt like a fool. He was about to say something when he heard Sixty-nine
whimper in frustration. He saw the lustful expression on her face and again, his resistance faded. His fate was sealed and all he
could do is deal with it as best he could. Opening the tube he quickly applied an abundant coating of lubricant to his cock and
then, taking some on his finger, he ran it down the length of Sixty-nine’s crack.

Sixty-nine felt a shiver of excitement as she felt Max’s finger begin to press against her sphincter. She closed her eyes and tried
to relax her muscles as Max’s finger slowly penetrated her anus, leaving a thick coating of jelly behind as it withdrew. For
almost a minute, she felt Max lubricate her ass before he finally withdrew his finger. A moment later, she gasped involuntarily
as she felt Max’s cock pressing against her entrance. Despite Max’s diligence, she could still feel the tearing of her delicate
tissues as his cock buried itself inexorably in her backside. She bit her lip and grabbed the edge of the table so hard her
knuckles turned white until he finally stopped moving and she let out a sigh of relief.

For almost a minute, Max stood perfectly still, savoring the feeling of Sixty-nine’s tight ass around his cock while allowing her
to adjust to having his cock inside her. Then, he slowly withdrew as Sixty-nine moaned in discomfort. Carefully, he began
moving his cock in and out of Sixty-nine’s ass as her moans slowly evolved from pain to pleasure. He was so busy
concentrating on what he was doing, he was only vaguely aware of Siegfried talking in the background.

“In addition to being able to turn her into a raving nymphomaniac simply by calling her Agent Sixty-nine”, Siegfried explained.
“You can also affect zhe vay she thinks und acts vhen she is herself…vithin limits. For example, I suggested to Agent
Sixty-nine earlier zhat she vould no longer vear underwear und, as a result, Age...I mean Ninety-nine vill also no longer vear
underwear because, although it is not something she vould normally do, she is not completely repulsed by zhe idea.” He cursed
himself for almost calling her ‘Agent Ninety-nine’ but then he chuckled as he pictured her reaction when she suddenly returned
to normal with Max’s cock shoved up her ass.

By now, the pain had completely subsided and each thrust of Max’s cock into her ass drove Sixty-nine closer and closer to
climax. Her long dark hair whipped about wildly as she tossed her head back and forth, mumbling words of encouragement to
her anal amorist. One hand reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit in time to Max’s strokes, sending her
excitement into overdrive. She only wished Siegfried would shut up and stop babbling.

“Imagine it, Shmart”, Siegfried said, “A CONTROL agent by day and your own personal sex toy by night, obedient to your
every whim, anxious to fulfill your every desire. You vould be her lord and master, ordering her about like a slave and having
her vait on you hand and foot, constantly in demand to quench her insatiable need for sex.”

“And…loving…it”, Max panted between thrusts.

Siegfried knew by the strained look on Max’s face he was almost ready to cum and so he quickly yelled, “Agent Sixty-nine,
hold!”

Sixty-nine groaned in frustration as her anal muscles suddenly clamped down on Max’s cock like a vise. No matter how hard
she tried, she couldn’t get her muscles to relax. They seemed to have a will of their own and were no longer responsive to her
commands. She gave Siegfried an angry glare, knowing that he had done this to her but not knowing why.

“What the…?” Max puzzled as he tried vainly to extricate his cock from Sixty-nine’s ass. He quickly discovered he was
trapped and could neither move forward or backward. Perhaps this was Siegfried’s ultimate plan. His only hope was to wait
until his cock deflated and try to pull it out. But suddenly, he felt Sixty-nine’s muscles begin to milk his cock, never releasing
enough for him to move but varying the pressure enough to keep him stimulated. The control Sixty-nine had was unbelievable
and he moaned with frustration. He had no way of knowing she wasn’t doing it intentionally.

“So, Shmart?” Siegfried asked. “Do we have a deal?”

Max was starting to feel the pressure in his balls when Sixty-nine’s muscles suddenly stopped and clamped down hard on his
cock again, denying him release. A few moments later, when the pressure had started to diminish, the muscles started again,
building him to climax without pushing him over. Again, he moaned with frustration.

“Zhat is only one of zhe zhings Sixty-nine can do” Siegfried taunted. “Zhe others are much more enjoyable I assure you. So,
do ve have a deal?”

“Yes!” Max screamed angrily. “We have a deal!”

“You promise to leave me alone and let me retire in peace”, Siegfried asked, “Und I give you Sixty-nine as your personal
whore?”

“Yes!” Max bellowed. “Whatever!” His need for release was excruciating and he’d say anything if he could just cum.

Siegfried laughed triumphantly. “Agent Sixty-nine, resume”, he ordered.

Once he was free, it only took a few strokes for Max to ejaculate into Sixty-nine’s bowels as her muscles continued to milk
his throbbing member.

This in turn sent Sixty-nine spiraling into an orgasm so powerful, she eventually blacked out.

As Max shot the last of his load into Sixty-nine’s ass, he croaked, “That’s the second biggest orgasm I’ve ever had”, before
collapsing in exhaustion. When he finally opened his eyes a few minutes later, he glared at Siegfried with even more hatred than
he’d felt before. “I’ll get you for this, Siegfried”, he snarled. He was overwhelmed by guilt about what he’d done but he was
determined to make Siegfried pay for forcing him into it.

Siegfried simply smiled. “I thought you might try to renege on our deal, Shmart”, he said calmly. “So I had zhis basement
equipped vith hidden video cameras. Zhis entire episode has been broadcast to a secret location und taped by one of my
agents. If anything should happen to me, the agent vill send a copy of zhe tape to CONTROL as vell as putting selected
segments on the Internet.”

Max opened his mouth to protest but Siegfried continued.

“Now even if you don’t care about your career or reputation”, Siegfried gloated. “Think about Ninety-nine. If anyone were to
see her begging you to fuck her ass, do you think they vould believe or care zhat she vasn’t herself? Her career vould be over,
zhe humiliation vould be unbearable und she vould probably hate you for zhe rest of her life.”

Max wanted to rip Siegfried’s heart out but couldn’t stand the thought of ruining Ninety-nine’s life and having her hate him. No
matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t think of a way out of his predicament. It seemed like Siegfried had finally won.

But as Sixty-nine started to stir, she began subconsciously grinding against Max’s crotch.

Max’s cock, which was still embedded in Sixty-nine’s ass, began to twitch and a reluctant smile crossed his lips. ‘Maybe
losing to Siegfried isn’t such a bad thing’ he wondered as his cock began to grow.
 
 

Epilogue

“You mean there was nothing going on at Klinger’s Antique Ornament Shop?” the Chief asked in dismay.

“Only antique ornaments”, Ninety-nine said as she hopped onto the Chief’s desk and crossed her slender legs. “I was
undercover for two weeks and didn’t see anything suspicious.” She arched her back as she tilted her head and flipped a loose
strand of hair out of her eyes.

The Chief glanced down at Ninety-nine’s legs and felt his heart begin to beat faster. Was she flirting with him? There was
something different about Ninety-nine that he couldn’t quite place. Were her skirts a little shorter? Were her blouses a little
tighter? Were her heels a little higher? He couldn’t be sure. He thought he saw the outline of her nipples through the tight
sweater she wore but figured it must be a trick of the light.

Ninety-nine saw the Chief staring at her legs and smiled. She’d never noticed how distinguished looking the Chief was before.
He looked very fit for a man his age and she wondered if he exercised. An image of the Chief naked flashed into Ninety-nine’s
head and she absentmindedly licked her lips.

Suddenly, a loud clatter echoed through the office as Max accidentally knocked over one of the Chief’s bookshelves and sent
it crashing to the floor. “Sorry about that, Chief”, he said as he started picking up books and trying unsuccessfully to prop up
the broken shelf.

“Just leave it, Max”, the Chief snapped angrily. He was thankful for the distraction that allowed him to surreptitiously reached
beneath the desk and adjust the crotch of his pants.

Ninety-nine was also jarred back to reality as she quickly hopped off the Chief’s desk. She didn’t know what had come over
her the last few days but she’d been feeling very strange. Ever since she’d gone undercover at Klinger’s, she’d been haunted
by explicit dreams about constantly needing sex. At first, the dreams had seemed harmless but now they were starting to affect
her real life. She’d have to be much more careful about how she conducted herself around the Chief in the future. ‘Still’ she
thought ‘He is rather handsome.’

Max saw the way Ninety-nine was leering at the Chief and scowled. One of the things Siegfried hadn’t told him about was
Sixty-nine’s incessant need for sex spilling over into Ninety-nine’s personality. If he didn’t keep Sixty-nine satisfied, it started
to affect Ninety-nine. He’d been busy the last few days and had only been able to fuck Sixty-nine half-a-dozen times. Now his
neglect was making Ninety-nine horny. He needed to give her a marathon fucking to get her back to normal.

The Chief pulled a file from his desk and opened it. “Well”, he said while trying to ignore the intense look Ninety-nine was
giving him, “Here’s your next assignment.”

“Actually, Chief”, Max interrupted. “Ninety-nine hasn’t been feeling well and I was going to suggest she take a few days off.”

“Max!” Ninety-nine snapped. She hated the way he sometimes treated her like a child. She knew he meant well but she was a
big girl and could take care of herself.

“Is that true, Ninety-nine?” the Chief asked with obvious concern.

“I’m fine, Chief”, Ninety-nine said adamantly. She didn’t need time off. She needed more work.

The Chief eyed her suspiciously.

“Okay”, Ninety-nine relented under the Chief’s penetrating stare, “I’m tired and a little sore but it’s nothing. I’ll be fine. I don’t
need a few days off.” The Chief didn’t need to know it was her dreams that had been making her tired and her ass that had
been sore. Right now, there was nothing wrong with her that a good stiff cock couldn’t cure. ‘No!’ she screamed inside. ‘I’ve
got to stop thinking like that. I need work to take my mind off sex.’

The Chief closed the folder. “Nonsense”, he said firmly. “Max is right. You’ve been working much too hard and should take a
few days off. There’s nothing here that won’t wait.”

“Chief…” Ninety-nine started to argue but the stern look on his face made her reconsider. “If you insist”, she said glumly. She
dreaded the idea of sitting alone in her apartment and thinking about cocks but she squeezed her thighs together as her pussy
began to tingle with excitement.

“I thought I’d take her home and make sure she’s alright”, Max piped in.

“Good idea, Max”, the Chief replied. “Make sure she gets plenty of rest.”

“Right, Chief”, Max said brightly. “You can count on me.” ‘Actually’ he thought ‘Rest is the last thing she needs.’

A few minutes later, Max and Ninety-nine were walking down the corridor that leads out of CONTROL headquarters.

“I’m fine, Max”, Ninety-nine insisted. “I don’t need time off and I certainly don’t need you to drive me home.” She wanted to
be alone as soon as possible so she could relieve the burning between her legs.

“Actually”, Max said, “I thought we’d go to my place.”

“Max!” Ninety-nine exclaimed in shock.

“I thought if you moved in with me”, Max explained calmly. “We could spend more time together.”

Ninety-nine was stunned. She liked Max a lot but had never even considered moving in with him. This was so sudden. “I-I
don’t know what to say”, she stammered. Even if she did like Max enough to move in with him, she didn’t think it was a good
idea for people who work together to live together. She wanted to refuse but she didn’t want to hurt Max’s feelings. “You
know how CONTROL feels about agents fraternizing”, she said, “I don’t think the Chief would go along with it.”

Max pretended to be disappointed. “Oh well”, he said, “Maybe I’ll ask Agent Sixty-nine to move in with me.”

Ninety-nine’s face suddenly went blank as her arms dropped limply to her sides. A few seconds later, her eyes burned with
lust as she threw herself at Max, almost knocking him to the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to
her as she kissed him passionately.

By the time Max was able to break the kiss, he was gasping for air. “Not here, Sixty-nine”, he gasped. “Someone might see
us.”

“But, Max”, Sixty-nine cooed seductively. “I need you. I need you bad. It’s been so long since I felt you inside me.” As she
spoke, she reached down and started stroking Max’s crotch.

“I know”, Max said as he pulled Sixty-nine’s hand away. “That’s why I want you to move in with me.”

Sixty-nine squealed with delight as threw herself at Max again and kissed him with even more passion.

Max figured Sixty-nine had gotten the message enough that Ninety-nine would agree too but he wanted to make sure. He
broke the kiss and looked into Sixty-nine’s eyes. “Agent Sixty-nine”, he said intently, “You don’t care about the rules against
agents living together. You want to move in with me.”

“Oh yes”, Sixty-nine said with a dreamy smile on her face. “More than anything in the world.” She closed her eyes and rested
her head on Max’s shoulder. She loved him so much and looked forward to waking him up every morning with breakfast in
bed and a blowjob.

“Good”, Max said with a sigh of relief, “Now I need to talk to Agent Ninety-nine.”

Ninety-nine suddenly realized she was standing with her head on Max’s shoulder. She quickly stepped back in
embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry, Max”, she stammered. “I don’t know what’s been happening to me lately.”

“It’s all right, Ninety-nine”, Max reassured her. “So how about it?”

“How about what?” Ninety-nine asked with a puzzled look. She couldn’t remember what they’d been talking about.

“How about moving in with me?” Max replied.

A huge smile spread across Ninety-nine’s face. “Oh, Max”, she beamed, “I’d love to.” She stepped forward and gave Max a
friendly hug followed by a quick peck on the cheek. She didn’t care that agents weren’t supposed to fraternize. She really
liked Max and was looking forward to living with him. ‘Besides’ she thought as she glanced at Max’s crotch ‘Maybe I’ll get to
see how big his cock is.’ She had no idea that part of her already knew how big Max’s cock was and loved it.

Max saw Ninety-nine looking at his crotch and knew he had to get her home and give it to her as quickly as possible. ‘It’s a
dirty job’ he thought as they stepped out onto the street ‘But somebody has to do it.’

The End