Memoirs of a Henchman: The Spy Who Was My Sex Slave

-Henchmen are always depicted as bumbling idiots or nameless faceless canon fodder for heroes. But they cannot all be like that. This is the tale of one such abnormal henchman. And could possibly be the start of a series based on his adventures. (MF, MC, M-Dom, Foot Fetish, Oral, Spy)-

	I work for a man bent on world domination. (I know I know, who does not in this day and 
age.). But I mean this is the strictest of literal senses. I help my employer in his strive to take 
over the earth. I pull heists to help raise money for his evil schemes, guard his underground 
secret base, and kidnap those that he wants kidnapped. Whatever he needs done, I am his man, at 
least as long as his money is still good, for I am one of the many nameless and faceless drones 
that are known in the business as henchmen.
	Now, dear reader you are probably saying to yourself What an awful awful man! And 
you would probably be correct. But you seeI do not give a shit. I do not consider myself an 
evil man. A greedy and amoral man most definitely, but not evil. 
	Like what A great man once said, I am the best there is at what I do, but what I do is not 
very nice. I take this fully to heart. Then again, I am in a line of work where I am surrounded by 
some of the dumbest and most incompetent people in the whole fucking world. If you wonder 
why the world has never been taken over, destroyed, or what-have-you by now, I can give you 
the answer. It is because almost everyone involved on both sides of battle over who controls the 
earth are for the most part buffoons.
	You quite possibly think I am exaggerating, just another disgruntled employee ranting on 
about how he is the only intelligent person in the whole office. Yet if you have ever seen any spy 
movie, you know exactly what I am talking about. Secret agents are horn dogs that are so 
fucking full of themselves, and yet they bumble around and fall into every obvious trap 
imaginable. They get by on their looks and shear dumb luck. Likewise most henchmen cannot 
think for themselves, or shoot the broad side of an aircraft carrier; somehow they are not able to 
hold their own against one man, even when they out number him more than twenty to one. Now 
the criminal masterminds that these henchmen follow are as predictable as a broken watch. 
They are perhaps the only people more full of themselves then secret agents. Such attention 
whores, they inevitably decide to reveal their evil cunning plan to the agent the first chance 
they get. It does not stop there, oh no. You would think a genius would kill anyone who has a 
chance of getting in their way as soon as possible. Instead of this logical and reasonable 
approach, there must be an elaborate and climatic death trap, which surprise surprise is easily 
escapable. Of course all secret agents, by their very nature, are irresistible to female henchmen 
(or any attractive woman for that matter). These women are so fucking sex crazed, but never 
with any of us other henchmen! And so the secret agent will use his sexual powers to get out of 
the trap, or just rely on pure luck and stupid ass gadgets to escape. Now on the other hand female 
secret agents are just plain stupid and incompetent. They ALWAYS get caught and need the 
male agents to rescue their asses. I think that Jonathan Swift describe what my life is like 
elegantly, When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the 
dunces are all in confederacy against him.
	Another thing you might be pondering is, If everyone you work with is so stupid and 
incompetent then why do you do it? Now that is an easy one to answer, MONEY. Do you know 
how much these rich power hungry evil masterminds pay? A shitload. And it is pretty easy work 
on the whole, so easy that these morons can do it. I have a certain set of skills, and I look for the 
most profitable place to utilize these skills. Call me a sellout if you must, as previously stated I 
do not give a shit.
      The next logical thing to pop into your mind is most likely something along the lines of 
You sure sound like you are full of yourself there too, hypocrite. But you would be wrong. I 
am not full of myself. I am confident, yes, but I know my limits and think through everything I 
do. I try to use a little fucking common sense here and there at least! Sometimes I think I am the 
only one in the business that does. If you do not believe me, then here is the story of how I lost 
my last source of employment.
      
      It all started one day when I was on break, walking to my quarters in my bosss top secret 
lair. I could tell you where it is, but then I would have to kill you(Actually it is located 
underground, below his legitimate business headquarters. Not all that original or secret for the 
location of a top secret base of operations. But it is pretty practical. I have heard through the 
hunching grapevine that all the super-villains, mad scientists, and covert terrorists that built their 
lairs in the polar ice caps are up shit creek now because of global warming. All the ice is melting 
around them, and the government agencies are having a field day with finding these no longer 
hidden huge structures, not to mention those that have ended up falling into the water. And do 
not even get me started on moon bases or space stations; those are things are money consuming 
death tra[s.) At the time I was working for a multi-billionaire named Archibald Platinio who, you 
guessed it, had this strange obsession with platinum. I had just spent the last 6 hours excitingly 
sitting at a computer console waiting for Mr. Platinio to give the sign for me to push some 
buttons and turn some dials. They probably served some purpose or another for his diabolical 
machine that will do something that will either make money or destroy something or threaten to 
destroy something to get ransom. I really stopped listening to the rantings and ravings of my 
bosses about their new inventions. 
      Anyway, I was on my way to my quarters when I saw this beautiful woman crouching in 
the corridor ahead of me. Now I pride myself on staring and ogling every attractive woman that I 
work with, all henchmen do since most of the time we have nothing better to do. But I did not 
recognize this woman. The very fact that she was trying not to be noticed also tipped me off. 
Well, truth be told, there was never any doubt in my mind. The second I saw her I knew she was 
an agent trying to sneak in. They might not all look the same, but once you seen one you have 
seen them all really.
      She had not noticed me yet, so I used this to my advantage. All I had to do was walk right 
up behind her, not even fucking sneak. As I have said incompetence. She never realized I was 
there until I grabbed her by nerve point, allowing her enough time to turn around surprised and 
see my smiling face as she blacked out.
      Now that I had time to look her over, I noticed that she was a real looker. I do not think 
that any spy agency hires ugly women, there cleaning ladies are probably all smoking hot. This 
one really filled out her black spy suit wonderful. Nice big breasts, probably somewhere between 
a C and D and a gloriously large and firm ass. Her hair was long and blonde, which she of course 
had back in a ponytail. For some reason these agents think that ponytails are the best style for 
sneaking around. You would think that some sort of bun would make more sense, but then again 
no one ever said these women operate on logic.
      I searched her, finding all her super-secret spy gadgets. I knew the routine, so I took 
everything but the clothes off her back, and even then I took all the buttons off her clothes. There 
was no way I would let her get away miraculously because I left her fully equipped. Once I was 
convinced she was escape proof, I picked her up and carried her back to my good old boss.
      Now about Archibald Platinio. The best way I can describe him is: BAT-SHIT INSANE! 
But this is typical of those who want to rule the world or destroy it. For these are not things that 
normal people want or desire. But I digress. The man has some peculiar habits. As I have 
mentioned before, he is obsessed with platinum; collecting anything and everything that is made 
of platinum. But it does not stop there. He loves to create new and innovative machines. These 
machines can have any number of purpose, none of them beneficial to the general public at large. 
And since he really has no scruples or morals, he likes to test these machines out on human 
subjects. We henchmen do not want to be his guinea pigs, so we hand over any intruders we find 
too close to the base. This would be the destiny for the young agent I had just found. 
      Coming into my boss office with the young woman over my shoulder, no one gave me a 
second glance. This sort of thing has become pretty routine. Platinio did not even bother to look 
up when I walked in. I stood there a few minutes as he was looking over a schematic for one of 
his inventions. I finally was forced to cough in order to get his attention.
       He nearly jumped out of his skin. I guess he really had not known I was there. When he 
finally calmed down, and I could control my urge to laugh in his face, I told him, I found this 
girl sneaking around the base. With that I placed the still unconscious spy babe down on his 
desk. 
      A crazed smile spread over his face as he whispered, Excellent. My latest invention has 
just been completed. She will be the perfect subject for my new sex slave machine. That being 
said, he got up and walked out the door.
      Sex slave machine? I thought to myself as I watched him head towards his lab. I had 
never seen the crazy old bastard have a sexual thought the entire time I have known him. Now he 
has a sex slave machine? Who would have thunk it. Deciding it was not my place to judge the 
man; I picked the girl back up and followed him into the lab.
       Platinio was standing next to a gigantic contraption with a chair in front of it. I took a 
great logical leap, and placed the agent in the chair. There were straps on the arms and legs, so 
again I took it on faith that I needed to strap her into the chair. 
      The girl started to move as I finished fashioning the last of the restraints. She was coming 
to, but too late. Feeling the restraints, she opened her eyes to find out what kind of predicament 
she would find herself in. After taking in the chair, she looked past me at Platinio. (I guess I was 
ot important enough to warrant even a glance). With her voice still groggy, she did her best to 
sound tough in asking Platinio, Do you expect me to talk?
      Giving her his most crazed smile he replied, No Ms. Agent, I expect you to become my 
sex slave!
      I stepped back just in time to see the old bat flip a switch. The mother fucker had almost 
started it while I was still standing there. He would not have cared in the least if he had. But 
these thoughts were soon left far behind as a light blue beam of light engulfed our victim sitting 
in the chair. Her eyes were now wide open and focused straight on me. And when I say focused, 
I mean with fucking pristine precision. It seemed like she was taking in every detail of my very 
being. Her eyes followed me, caught the slightest movements I made. I could see that she was 
straining against her restraints, not trying to escape but to be nearer to me.
      I was relieved when Platinio finally flipped the machine off. But the girls eyes were still 
locked onto me, even as I walked over to unstrap her from the chair. As I undid the buckles 
holding her down, she rubbed her face into my arm like a cat wanting to be petted. I finished the 
last strap and looked down into her eyes. I was taken by surprise when she spoke.
        Thank you Master. She told me in an awestruck voice. 
      At this moment Platinio walked up and ordered girl, look at me. But the girl ignored 
him completely. So he once more ordered, slave I said look at me! Your master commands it! 
But she continued to stare at me, as if she did not hear a word he said.
      Acting on a hunch, I told the agent, Look at him. Pointing towards my none-too-sane 
employer.
      And of course she turned her head right away, looking right at my boss. 
      Astounding! So my device was a success. It just made her the slave of whoever she was 
looking at while the device was on! And with that the mad scientist walked out of his lab 
without another word or glance back.
      Now I was stuck alone with a woman who obviously thought I was her master. This 
might sound like the dream come true for your average red blooded man, and it definitely would 
normally have been for me too. But I was not sure what my boss wanted to do with the now ex 
secret agent. I looked back down at her and could tell she was exhausted. There was no way she 
would be able to walk anywhere. So I scooped her up in my arms, she snuggled in closer to me, 
resting her head on my chest while still staring into my face. I had no idea what to do with her. I 
could just kill her; I have no real qualms with killing someone in cold blood. But I am no 
psychopath who kills at the drop of a hat. And I was not sure that was what the boss wanted. I 
decided that until I had further orders I would take her back to my room and think of what to do 
with her. I guess I just found myself a new pet. I said, smiling down at her.
      She giggled, in the cutest little girl voice, and snuggled into my chest even further.
       As I walked towards my room, I felt her breathing slow and even out. She was fast 
asleep long before we were in front of my door. Now I had a bit of a problem. My arms were full 
of a sleeping woman and all I could do was just glare at the doorknob. While she was not very 
heavy, she was also not small enough to make this very convenient. So I was forced to juggle her 
in my arms as I tried to work the fucking knob.
      Like the worst kind of sitcoms caricature of a newlywed, eventually I stumbled inside 
and worked my way to my bed. This ex-agent was already becoming a hassle for me. But I 
carefully placed her down on my bed. As I pulled the covers over her, I noticed her eyes her 
slightly open. 
      She smiled at me, sleepily whispering, Thank you Master. And drifted off back to 
sleep. She was so damned adorable I could not stay mad.
      As I walked back to work I could not seem to get my mind off of her. What was I going 
to do with her? She obviously thought I was her master, but how far did that go? Could I make 
her do anything I want? Does she have a will of her own anymore? Does she live to please me? 
Could I withstand the temptation of not using her to the full advantage? Does it even matter if I 
do? And then there was Platinio. If I did not bring it up to him, he would quickly and completely 
forget about the whole incident. Shit he probably already had. If I did bring it up to him, he 
would just have the girl killed. So it was kind of merciful of me to keep her as my pet sex slave. I 
am not sure she would think the same way, but her mind was probably too fucked up now to 
know that. I am lucky that my job mainly consists of standing around doing absolutely nothing, 
or maybe I was unlucky because it gave me far too much time to think about all of this. By the 
time my shift was over I had not really gotten anywhere with all my thoughts. So I headed back 
to my room not knowing what to expect.
      Opening the door I slowly stepped inside. Without warning a figured rushed at me 
tackling me to the floor. Years of training fortified me for this sort of situation; I turned the fall 
into a roll and pinned the figure under me. I felt their legs wrap tightly around my waist and saw 
their arms making for my neck. I just managed to grad my unknown assailants hands and press 
them to the floor. Before I could react I sensed their face thrust forward, so braced myself to be 
ready for a head-butt. What I was not prepared for was a kiss; a hot passionate kiss that took the 
fight and breath out of me. Taken off guard by the kiss I realized that her legs were not being 
used to squeeze me, but were being used so that my intruder could grind their crotch against me. 
I felt like such an idiot when the kiss ended and the face pulled back to reveal the female agent. 
It was clear that she had not intended to harm me, only to sexually assault me.
      Keeping my hold on her hands I pull my top half away from her, but her legs had a death 
grip on me. I knew if I let go of her arms that she would use them to latch herself to me tighter, 
but I needed my hands free to disengage her legs. Rolling us over so I was on my back I allowed 
her face to once more descend and feast upon me.
       I slowly worked her arms above her head, closer to each other. When they finally 
touched, I quickly let go of one of them and grab it with my other hand. Keeping her arms 
trapped above her head, I planted my legs and free hand under me and thrust myself up on to my 
feet. Once standing I surged forward and launched myself onto the bed, landing my full wait on 
mu sexual captor. 
      The wind was knocked out of her, and into my mouth. But her grip on my waist loosened 
enough for me to wiggle free.
      Breathing heavily, I stepped clear of her, crouching in a ready posture watching her for 
any more signs of a planned assault. 
      She just lay on the bed, trying to catch her breath, scrutinizing me with a dutiful smile. 
When her breath finally did come back she said, Welcome back Master. I missed you so much.
      Relaxing a little, I responded, Well next time I would appreciate it if you did not jump 
me the second I walk in the room. You cannot help yourself, but still What the gods names 
was I going to do with this girl? She was completely and utterly horned up for me. And my boss 
had all but left her as my responsibility. She would probably do everything in her power to track 
me down and find me if I tried to get rid of her. The only real options were to kill her or to keep 
her
      It had been a long day; I was tired and did not want to have to deal with this shit right 
now. Sighing deeply, I walked over and sat on the end of the bed. I pulled off my uniform, ever 
conscious of the eyes watching me worshipfully. Once down to my underwear I got back up, 
walked to the other side of the bed, and climbed under the covers.
      It did not take long for the girl to throw off all her own clothing, clamber under the 
covers, and snuggle up against me. I was lying on my back, but she managed to work my arm out 
and rested her head upon it. In this position she pulled her naked body into me, breasts pressed 
into my side and leg draped over mine with her soaking wet crotch rubbing into my boxers. I had 
to keep swatting her hand way as it tried to sneak inside said boxers and have a little fun. But 
eventually we fell asleep.
      I came abruptly awake the next morning, feeling the body against me shift and slide off 
of me. I made no sign of consciousness, waiting to see what she was up to. I felt her carefully 
pull the sheet off of me and then her weight settle back on the lower half of the bed. Opening my 
eyes just enough find out what she was doing,
       She was watching me for signs of movement. When she felt safe in the fact that I was 
still asleep, she moved in closer to my crotch. Tentatively she reached into the hole at the front of 
my boxers and pulled my member out. Her face took on a look of rapturous ecstasy as she 
moved in for closer look and nuzzled against my cock. Her purring in pleasure reverberated 
through my body. Her whole world seemed to have become my erection. She breathed in its 
scent and shuttered. Pulling her head back she licked her lips and stared at it hungrily. Slowly 
lowering her mouth, she savored the taste as my cock entered her mouth. Tongue swirling to 
cover every inch, she worked it deeper and deeper. When she bottomed out and finally reached 
the base, she rested there, nose brushing against my pubic hair. Just as slowly she pulled her head 
back up until just the very trip was still in her mouth. Her tongue did wonderful things with that 
tiny portion of my anatomy. One of her hands slid down to cup and massage my balls. Her 
tongue stopped its playing and with one great thrust she took my whole cock into her mouth and 
throat, just as fast she pulled it out, and then once more taking it back in. She built a fast and 
powerful pace as she fucked her own face on my prick.
      The feeling was amazing, truly indescribably. It did not take long for my balls to start 
boiling with a need to release. 
      She seemed to sense the exact right moment, because she suddenly stopped her thrusting 
and left just the head of my cock pressed against her lips, right as the first jet of cum shot out. I 
filled up her mouth, but she did not shallow right away. She savored the taste of my semen first, 
her whole body trembling in an orgasm. When that finally faded, she finally swallowed my load. 
Collapsing down, she rested her head against my crotch, once more nuzzling against my wilted 
and spent cock.
      Deciding it is a good a time to get up as anyway, I push her head off of me and climb out 
of bed. 
      She watches me dreamily as I pull out a fresh uniform, but shoots out of bed to follow 
me, as I head into the bathroom to shower. Turning to her I command, No! I shower alone! 
With that I slam the door in her face. I knew I was being cruel, but it was not like I had asked for 
thisand she was an enemy agent after all! Killing her would be the wisest course of action, but 
I was not sure that was what Platinio wanted. I was just using that as an excuse not to do 
anything. I should not have allowed her to give me that blow job, it was clouding my judgment. I 
decided to wait for at least a few days to see if he did give me orders regarding her, even though 
I knew he had already long forgot about her.
      All washed up and dressed I came out of the bathroom to find the girl still standing by the 
doorway. Having to come to an abrupt stop not to run into her, I tell her, I have decided that you 
might as well stay with me for the time being, at least until I talk to Plantinio and see what he 
wants to do with you. 
      She squealed with joy and still naked form wrapped its arms around me in a hug. Oh 
thank you Master! Thank you! Thank you! she screamed, trying to smother me in kisses.
      I suffered her appreciation for a few moments before pushing her off me. Take a shower 
and then get dressed. I expect you to behave yourself while I am working. Dont push me or I 
might decide it is not worth the trouble keeping you alive. With that said I left the room and 
stared my work day.
      It was a rough day at the office. I spent most of it trying to corner Plantinio and ask him 
what he wanted done with the girl, but he was too busy. Shit, we were all too busy. It seems 
some espionage agency was hot on the trail of Plantinio, they were probably the ones who sent 
the girl in. We had picked up on a lot of activity on their part. They were getting ready for 
something and Plantinio wanted to know what. So everyone was running around trying to figure 
out who was nosing around Plantinios businesses and interests. We were also getting ready for 
when they tracked down his lair. I was not too worried, because I had the perfect source of 
information right at my fingertips. If Plantinio did not want to bother to use her, then I would. 
More credit for me that way.
      So when it was finally time to punch the clock, I was glad to walk through the door into 
my living quarters. It looked like my little sex slave was going to be useful after all. AND I was 
not pounced upon the moment I entered, so things really were looking up. 
      Instead of tackling me, my little secret agent was standing by the bed smiling at me with 
admiration and worship. I could just imagine her little tail wagging if she had one. Plopping 
down on the bed, I let out a long built up sigh and pulled off my shoes. Closing my eyes I lay 
back, relaxing after running around all day. I cracked my eyes a bit when I felt a pair of hands 
grab hold of my feet. I let them close again when those hands started to massage my aching feet. 
My sighs of frustration turned to those of pleasure as her skilled hands went to work. 
      My eyes flew completely open as something moist rubbed around one of my toes. 
Looking down at the girl, I saw that she was now licking my feet. Now, I have never been one 
for foot fetishism, but the sensation of her tongue running along my soles and the warm moist 
suction of her mouth on my toes was really getting to me. I let her have her way with my feet, 
watching transfixed by her every action. 
      She bathed each foot with her tongue, making sure that every inch of both my feet were 
coated in her saliva. She treated my toes like tiny little cocks that she wanted to milk for all they 
were worth, taking her time on each one. She would suck them as deep into her mouth as she 
could, gently nibbling and tickling them with the tip of her tongue. As her mouth worked one 
foot, her wonderful hands would be doing their magic on the other. The whole time her eyes 
stared back into mine with devotion and longing. She would shudder with each pass of her 
tongue, not in disgust or revulsion, but in sheer pleasure. She was enjoying the act as much as I 
was, more so from the look of it. She kept at it for half an hour, stopping every now and then 
when her whole body would quake in what I assumed to be orgasms.
       Finally deciding that enough was enough, I sat up and reached down to pull her onto the 
bed with me. Drawing her to me, we relaxed against each other, her cuddling against me. We lay  
silently pressed to each other, allowing time to drift past us. One of her hands rested on my 
crotch, gently rubbing against me, keeping me hard.
      Breaking the silence I ask her, What spy organization did you work for?
      Sighing with contentment, she continues the manipulation of my crotch as she tells me, I 
am a field operative of  Locate, Overwhelm, and Neutralize Groups Boding Ominous to the 
World, or L.O.N.G.B.O.W. I was trained in the infiltration of enemy organizations to gain 
valuable intelligence.
      I had never heard of L.O.N.G.B.O.W., but it had the ring of a highly funded and highly 
secret covert international policing organization with a ridiculous name that somehow worked as 
a clich acronym that was supposed to be intimidating. This was not good. If they had their eyes 
on Plantinio, then his time was up. There was no way they had only sent one agent to infiltrate 
us, and I could not track them all down singlehandedly, no matter how incompetent and obvious 
they might be. I had a bad feeling about this
      But the bad feeling was getting drowned out by the good feels her hand was bringing to 
my nether regions. Trying to keep my thought focused, I disengaged myself from her and stood 
up. Looking at the clock I turned back to her and said, You must be hungry. Lets go the 
cafeteria and grab something to eat. But before we do that, you should probably wash out your 
mouth and brush your teeth. I have an unopened tooth brush in the bathroom. Feel free to use it.
      She nodded her head and walked into the bathroom.
      I took the time to clear my head of sexual thoughts and find my center; and had just 
managed it well when she came out of the bathroom once again. 
      As we left my room, she took my hand and leaned against my shoulder, like we were in 
middle school and we were going steady (And this was the fucking 1950s!). I decided to allow it, 
knowing full well I would become the target of much of the office gossip tomorrow, people 
wondering if I liked her or like liked her.
      We made it to the cafeteria without any problems that I could detect. I grabbed us each a 
tray and whatever food they had available. It was not quite fine dining.  Plantinio did not fork 
over the dinero for luxury catering, but it was not prison food either, more like somewhere in the 
middle. But the real selling point was that any of us henchman could come down here at any 
time to grab something to eat and did not have to pay a dime. We have a VERY good union.
      We get through the meal with plenty of stares from everyone else in the room, most of 
them combined with drooling. But this was no lecherous eye fucking drool, but more slack-
jawed sign of mental deficiency kind of drooling. 
      As we sit next to each other, the girl presses into me and insists on feeding me. The 
machine must have been set on dotting girlfriend as opposed to sex slave, the way this girl was 
acting. 
      I try to push her away and tell her to eat her own damned food and leave me alone. But 
she is very persistent. I finally grab my tray and get up from the table, walk around it and sit 
across from her. 
      This only gives her the opportunity to rub her bare foot over my crotch, which is at least a 
little more discrete and more along the lines of what a sex slave should do. 
      Willing to put up with this much more, I withstand her tortuous foot play in silence as we 
finish our meal.
      I am not particularly friends with any of my co-workers, most of them being bumbling 
idiots an all. So no one joins us, which I am most thank full of. But they all watch us carefully, 
wondering who the girl is and why she is all over me. 
      One of the stupider or brasher of the herd risks my terrible wrath and walks over. His 
grating voice sounding like gravel being hacked up by a particularly annoying and phlegm filled 
frog, he queries, Duuuuuuuuuuuuuh, who be the girl?
      I stare into his cold dead beady eyes, a dolls eyes, a exceptionally stupid dolls eyes, and 
give him the dirtiest look I could summon. I continue to stare until he slowly backs away, hands 
in a nonthreatening manure until he is out of my reach, at which point he halls ass. 
      That seemed to placate the rest of the fucktards I am ashamed to call my colleagues.
      After we finish our dinner, we head back to my room, her still hanging on to me 
possessively for dear live. Inside, I undress and climb into bed exhausted and ready for sleep. 
      She does the same, snuggly once more against me. This time I roll onto my side and face 
away from her. She presses into my back, throwing her arm over me to draw us closer together. 
      Sleep does not take long in carrying me off in its embrace.
      I did not have a very fitful nights sleep. Every time she thought I was sound asleep, the 
nympho would try to sneak her hand down to my cock. Which would of course immediately 
wake me up and I would disengage her hand. This happened throughout the whole night. 
      Finally desperate for uninterrupted sleep, I rolled on top of the girl, pinning her under me. 
Venting my frustration I thrust my teased member into her as hard and fast as I could manage, 
pounding my anger out of her.
      From her reaction and the sounds she made, she did not much mind it. In fact she met my 
thrust with her own, just as strong and desperate. Soon enough we were both drenched in sweat 
and panting. Our lips met and we tried to suck the breath out of each other. Our actions were full 
of passion and need. 
      I gave her everything that I had, trying to satisfy her so that she would leave me alone 
and exhaust myself so I could sleep through anything else she might try.
      When we had both finally cum and lay bathed in sweat, our own and each others, I 
collapsed off of her. The last thing my conscious mind registers is her cuddling up to me before I 
pass out.
      I wake the next morning to find my guest clinging to me sound asleep. I untangle myself 
from her death lock, being careful not to wake her. Once showered and dressed I head out the 
door, as she still quietly snores.
      The day I had at work was eye opening and revealing in sense that I was not at all 
surprised in the way it went. The writing could not be written more clearly on the wall. 
Plantinios reign of ineptitude was coming to an end. 
      This all became crystalline when I noticed a new secretary working in the office of 
Plantinios cover business. She was acting very nervously, like she was afraid of getting caught. 
In other words, obviously she must be a plant set up to infiltrate our organization. 
      But when I tried to notify Plantinio, he just brushed me off.  Telling me I was being 
paranoid. He had personally met and hired this girl. 
      I then tried to tell him all I knew about L.O.N.G.B.O.W. This only caused him to laugh 
arrogantly in my face. 
      The inevitable as you can imagine came to pass, I found the secretary sneaking a man 
into a restricted area. I managed to capture them both. The man was clearly a spy by the 
unending gush of sexual innuendos flowing out of his mouth. When I handed them over to 
Plantinio, instead of questioning them or killing them on the spot he lived up to form and set 
them up in an elaborate death trap.
      At this point I decided to save my own skin. I knew it was not going to be long before 
they both escaped, drawing and then loosing the full force of L.O.N.G.B.O.W. upon us. The base 
was going to be the real (and actually successful) death trap, but we henchmen would be the ones 
dying. And I was not going to be a casualty. Leaving my post, I head over to out supplies 
department and dug around for restraints ,before heading back to my room.
      Once inside I threw off my uniform and put on the gaudiest civilian clothes I could find. 
Now looking like the most annoying of tourists, I grabbed my free ticket out of here, the female 
agent. 
      Without telling her a word, I dragged her to our detention area. I found the guard on duty 
fast asleep. He was a notorious lazy bastard, so I did not have to worry about waking him. 
Walking past him into one of the open cells I said to my  follower, Alright this base is in deep 
shit. Your agency has successfully infiltrated us and will soon neutral my organization. What we 
need to do is convince them that I am a fellow prisoner. I am an innocent man who has 
accidently found himself in very deep waters. To sell this I am going to need to restrain us both. 
Then I am going to shut and lock us in here. When your cavalry arrives you need to convince 
them of my story. I do not want anything to clue them in that I am your Master. I am just a 
fellow prisoner; that is all. I will tell them that Plantinio used some weird machine on you and 
that is all I know. They will hopefully be able to fix you.
      She nodded her understanding. 
      Before I set up the restraints I told her to rough me up a bit, to help sell the grift. Once we 
had explored a little sado-masochism in our relationship, I added the finishing touches of 
bondage and locked us in the cell.
      Not even two hours went by before \ the sounds of gun fire and explosions drift our way. 
As I had guessed the fucking agent and his accomplice had managed to escape from the stupid 
death trap with ease (probably killing 20 henchmen in the process). He had contacted his agency 
and brought their full force down on now former boss. I was likely to be the only one who 
worked for Plantinio that came out of this alive or out of custody. I had my cover identity set up 
as flawless as I could manage and a female agent to collaborate it for me. Now all we needed to 
do was sit in our cell and wait for our rescue.
       It was not long before a group of armed men rushed into the room. Recognizing that we 
were prisoners they let us out, but warned that their commander was going to want to speak with 
us. My little nymphomaniac gave the L.O.N.G.B.O.W. soldiers her name, rank, and serial 
number. Telling them that she had been captured in the line of duty. This rushed everything 
along a lot faster; instead of waiting for those in charge to come to us, we were taken to them.
      From there it all turned into a blur of questions directed at both of us. But we managed to 
stick to the story I had created. I made myself into the unluckiest tourist imaginable. I had 
somehow managed to accidently stumble into one of Plantinios plans and paid the 
consequences. I explained that I was there when their agent had been brought in and that 
Plantinio boasted of using one of his machines on her.
       They ate it all up with relish. Or at least believed it enough that I was released and told 
not to discuss anything I witnessed. 
      I could not help but chuckle to myself as I strolled out of Plantinios secret lair Scott free. 
The bastard really should have listened to me, but that was no longer my problem. I was 
surprised to realize I was going to miss my little secret agent sex slave, but that was no longer 
my problem either. The only problem I had now was finding a new job. There is always someone 
looking for good henchmen, especially one that can tell them all of Plantinios secrets. I just 
needed to find one that would actually listen to me for a change. 
      That ludicrous idea made me laugh all the louder as I walk slowly away from the rising 
sun.
