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SHAKEN, NOT STIRRED
Chapter 1 - The Assignment
Chapter 2 - The Assemblage
Chapter 3 - The Assault
Chapter 4 - The Assertion
Chapter 5 - The Assay
Chapter 6 - The Assuage
Chapter 7 - The Ass
Question?
Shaken, not stirred by Waldo
Chapter 1 - The Assignment
The meeting room was large and only contained one large
conference table and several chairs. It could have been
better used in this new politically correct and very austere
British Government headquarters building by putting forty
or fifty smaller modular furniture desks into it; but they
kept it reserved for high level meetings to remind
attendees of the importance of their meeting.
At one end of the table were five members of Parliament.
Five years ago, they would have avoided the task that they
were here for today but times are changing.
At the other end of the table, an old man was reading
various papers in a folder. Looking at his clothes and
appearance, you would think that this old man was a
book-keeper or accountant that was only days away from
mandatory retirement. He turned the pages slowly, almost
delicately as his still quick mind absorbed the details on
the many pages of the report that had "TOP SECRET -
Eyes Only" stamped on each page.
Everyone in the room was quite as the old man perused
the folder in front of him. Explanations were not needed
as to the contents of the folder because no one wanted to
go on the record as saying anything that might later be
misconstrued, if something went wrong.
Finally the old man finished his review of the folder, closed
the folder, and pushed the folder so it slid across the table,
stopping in front of the person sitting at the other end of
the table. This was a middle aged, slightly overweight
woman with an very out-of-date upsweep hairstyle, who
hoped that she would someday be the Prime Minister of
England. She did not want to be here today, but
considered this problem to be so delicate and important
that she felt it deserved her personal attention. She raised
her eyebrows and simply asked "Well?"
Admiral Sir Miles Messervey, the aging former head of a
British government secret department known formally as
M.I.6, was staring back at the woman who looked, acted
and thought that she was the current version of Margaret
Thatcher who was the British Prime Minister from 1979 to
1990. Under Thatcher's administration, his organization
had started it's decline, but had been almost totally wiped
out under the bipartisan governing bureaucrats in power
now. Officially his department still did not exist and the
amount of funding permitted by this woman and her
cronies made sure that it was a very minimal organization.
He replied "This will require additional funding. Projects
such as this, were not budgeted in this year's budget."
She nodded, knowing before the meeting, that the old man
would require funding. That was easy. Whatever else he
required, would be difficult to obtain and provide, in this
new open government that was reviewed daily by tabloid
reporters hoping to find someone doing something that
was not politically correct in today's high standards
operation.
He continued "It is not the type of assignment that I would
normally give him, but there is only one man in our
government capable of pulling this off."
The woman tensed, hoping that the old man had other
options. She knew who the man was that the Admiral
wanted for this project. When he didn't say anything
more, she said "I am not interested in details.
Responsibility for the successful completion of this project
is yours. However, I will say that if you choose the wrong
person, that responsibility will fall clearly on you. It will
mean the end of your career, if your choice fails or the
news media learns of this project."
He smiled for the first time since entering the room as he
acknowledged her acceptance of his choice of agent.
******
Several blocks away, a man wearing an expensive
monogrammed white dress shirt and tie, was sitting at a
desk in his non-descript office. He was leaned back in his
chair, had his feet propped up on the desk where his
keyboard was supposed to sit, and was staring out the
window. The window was one of the few perks that he was
able to enjoy now-a-days. On his desk, were several
folders that he had been reviewing and writing his official
reviews of the details and trends. He glanced up at the
clock and saw that it was close enough to lunchtime to
leave the office.
He stood and put his suit coat on, which was beginning to
be a little tight from his current lifestyle and work habits.
But he was still handsome, tall, well-built, with cold eyes,
a nonchalant grin, and walked like a cat. And his black
hair was clearly showing several light patches of gray, with
just a hint of thinning in the front. After buttoning his
jacket, he smiled as he glanced at himself in the mirror.
There was a new girl working in one of the secretarial
pools that he had noticed yesterday and he intended to
ask her out to lunch today. And after lunch, perhaps she
would join him after work for a drink?
As he opens his office door, the phone rings. He looks at
it, thinking for a moment to ignore it, knowing it would be
some befuddled bureaucrat with a stupid question about
one of his reports. Then he picked up the phone and said
simply "Bond here."
The voice on the other end said "Would you join me for
lunch, Commander!"
Bond paused, knowing this was not an invitation to eat.
He had not heard this ancient voice in over three years.
Not since he had got into trouble on what was supposed to
be a routine protection assignment for the Royal Family on
holiday. After all, Di is a beautiful young woman and is no
longer married to the Prince. That picture taken with a
telephoto camera, and printed on the front page of the
London Times, showing them sitting on a balcony, with
her sitting on his lap and his hand buried under her
blouse, clearly cupping her left breast; had brought them
both too much publicity. Good thing that the
photographer had not been there an hour earlier or he
would have to have fought a duel over besmirching her
honor. On second thought, any photograph made of
anything occurring within her bedroom, would not have
been suitable for publication.
He was jolted back to earth when the old man said "I just
received permission for you to be re-assigned back to my
organization, effective ten minutes ago."
"Yes, sir. I am on my way."
A click on the other end marked the end of this
discussion. Bond knew that the old man would not say
anything on such a simple device to tap.
******
Bond was sitting in a large chair, facing a fireplace.
Admiral Sir Miles Messervey or "M" as the old staff of
government spies, used to call him, still commanded
enough authority and respect within this government to
justify having one of the few government offices with a
fireplace. The Admiral kept a fire going year around to
keep the rest of the office warm. Sitting in these chairs so
close to the roaring fire also made it difficult for anyone to
bug their discussion.
The old man had poured him a glass of liquor from a
decanter before sitting down in the other chair. Bond held
the glass up, smelled it's aroma, examined it's color, and
then took a small sip, cleansing his palate with it before
taking another small sip. Then he said "Bordeaux, from
the southern region. I would think it was a Decapolis,
perhaps 85 or 86."
The old man replied "Close enough. It is one of those new
California wines from the American Napa valley. Get it in
bulk at my shopping club. Good taste, cheap price. Think
it is last fall's batch."
Bond didn't hesitate before replying "That would have been
my second guess." with the same self assured method that
he had exhibited over the years.
The old man smiled at the younger man sitting beside him.
The man that he loved as you would love a wayward son.
Then he said "You look like you are out of shape for an
assignment. I have something coming up where I need
someone to be in top physical conditioning in a month.
General assignment will be at a beach resort observing
specified individuals; then finding out some of their
intermost secrets. Usual sort of thing that used to be
done by some of our more in-experienced agents in the old
days. Sorry, but it is the only thing that I have to offer
you."
"Do I get my license back?"
"No, I don't have authority to grant that. However those
damn Parliament fools know that I was going to select you
and they did not object. You need to be careful. As you
leave, there is a folder on the corner of my desk. Take it
with you. It is the paperwork that you will need to go to a
training camp, where you will have to shape up. When I
have the next details of the assignment ready, Miss
Moneypenny will deliver them to you."
"She's still around?" he asked, with a faint smile on his
face thinking about M's favorite secretary.
"No, she retired two years ago. She didn't have much
retirement funds saved up so I let her move into a small
house on my estate. She is the only one that I trust to
work out some of the details of your project."
******
Bond didn't go back to his office, knowing that whatever
he was working on, would be collected from his desk and
given to one of those faceless know-it-all college kids in the
other offices. He took a cab back to his spacious ground-
floor apartment off the Kings' Road in Chelsea.
He sat down at his desk and looked at his appointment
book for the next month. Within minutes, he had called
all of his scheduled golf appointments and canceled
everything. Then he started packing.
When finished, he called his housekeeping agent and
explained that he was going on holiday for a month. Aunt
May had died while doing grocery shopping for him about
three years ago and Bond had not been able to find
anyone to clean his apartment that was not associated
with an agent.
When packed, he carried his luggage out to the garage and
removed the tarpaulin from his car. It was not the car of
his choice which was the Aston Martin DB5 with the
hidden extras of retractable machine guns, smoke screen,
oil spiller, extending hub caps, radar and ejector seat; but
it was an acceptable Jaguar XKE series.
In the garage, he pried up a board and removed a box. He
opened the box and removed a smaller box, which he
opened. He gently removed the Walther PPK (Polizei
Pistole Kurz) 7.65 millimeter pistol, examined it, and
replaced it in the smaller box, which also contained a
couple of different types of holsters and some ammunition.
He puts the smaller box in the trunk and re-hides the
bigger box.
Chapter 2 - The Assemblage
He has worked hard the last month and his new lean and
hard body showed it. He had lost two full belt notches
since arriving. It had not been easy because he had to
give up the drinking, the smoking, the fine foods and
dining and replace it with a very heavy exercise regime. It
had not been easy because he had almost let himself go
too far, thinking that he would never be given another
assignment.
He was silently standing in the dark on a roof-top balcony,
while he recovered his breathing. When he was positive
that no one had seen him climb the side of the building,
he unzipped his black camouflage jumpsuit and stepped
out of it to reveal that he was wearing a black tie outfit
under it. He opened his backpack and removed his
shinny black shoes and quickly changed from his climbing
shoes. Then he put the jumpsuit into his backpack and
dropped it off the ledge, where he could recover it later.
After adjusting his appearance, making sure that
everything was in the correct place and that he looked as if
he had just stepped out on the balcony for a smoke.
Inside his inner breast pocket was a ticket for the charity
event and two thousand pounds that had arrived in an
envelope two days ago, supposedly from M. While he
could have used the ticket to gain entrance through the
front door, he preferred to add some additional training to
his night out on the town.
He stepped into the well-lit ballroom and was instantly
greeted by the crowd noise of the typical aristocrat black-
tie party. As a waiter walked by carrying a tray of drinks,
he removed one, recognizing that it was not a drink that
he would order for himself.
As he walked through the crowd of men and women, he
listened to their chatter and wondered why M wanted him
to attend this. He still had not been briefed on his mission
or his quarry. The crowd on the upper level were standing
around in small groups, talking, making useless chit-chat.
As he walked, he did not see anyone's face that he
recognized from his years of memorizing photographs of
his country's enemies.
He walked down the curved stairwell and then he saw her
standing in the middle of the crowd on the floor. While
there were some attractive women at this soiree, she was
the first one to arouse any strong sexual desires within
him. From forty feet away and ten feet up the stairwell, he
could feel the strong sexual sensuality that she was
radiating. As did the small crowd of men standing around
her, trying to impress her with their self-importance.
He paused and stopped to admire her. She was clearly an
young American female that knew she was blonde, buxom
and beautiful. She reminded him of an young Loni
Anderson, with her pouty lips, beautiful sultry lips, very
large firm breasts, and long flowing blonde hair. Except
that Loni was always so pale and this woman had a
beautiful golden tan. The formal low cut black dress that
she was wearing, showed a very desirable shapely body
under it's clinging fit and the slit up the skirt revealing a
fine leg.
As he stood and looked at her talking to the small crowd of
men standing around her, she looked up and saw him
standing on the stairwell. For just a second, their eyes
locked, there was just a trace of a smile on her lips and
then she returned her attention to the man talking to her
that was standing in front of her.
For just a moment, there was a trace of regret as he
acknowledged to himself, that someday he would be too
old to enjoy such a fine specimen of young and
scintillating womanhood. But he knew that when that
unwanted time came in another sixty or so years, he
would face it.
While he would personally have preferred joining her
crowd of admirers and finding some way to use his
personal charm, to convince her to accompany him back
to his bedroom; he knew that he was here on a job. After
he had scopped out the rest of the attendees, he would
come back and meet her.
He continued down the stairwell and looked at some of the
other people on this floor. Most of them were pompous
asses, with too much money and time; and an greatly
exaggerated opinion of themselves. As he wandered
through a door, he found a small gambling casino, set up
to benefit some charity. He wandered around until he
found a blackjack game and watched the players.
Most of them were losing their money. Except for one
gray-haired man wearing a white formal dinner jacket with
a nice pile of chips in front of him. Bond watched for a
couple of hands and noticed that the man clearly knew the
odds of this game and played to win. A faint smile crossed
Bond's lips as he realized that he would enjoy sitting down
and challenging this man's cardplaying ability.
Bond turned around and was going to explore the rest of
the hall when he saw the blonde American woman
approaching. Men were standing aside so that she could
walk wherever she wanted. As she walked by, they smiled
at her and quickly checked her body out as she continued
on. She came straight to the card table and put her hand
on the gray-haired man's shoulder. He looked up and said
"Good. I could use some luck."
Bond walked around the table and sat down at an empty
chair so that he was almost facing the gray-haired man,
pulled out his gunmetal cigarette case loaded with his
Morlands cigarettes and removed his 2,000 pounds. He
handed the 2,000 pounds to the dealer and received
twenty 100 pounds chips. This would be an expensive
game and he could not afford to lose many games.
As the dealer broke the seal on a new deck of cards, Bond
grabbed a waiter's attention and said "Please bring me a
drink. I would like a dry vodka martini, shaken not
stirred."
The woman smiled at him as he announced his drink. Her
companion pushed some chips on the table.
******
Thirty minutes later, Bond was looking at his winnings.
He had over 10,000 pounds lying in front of him and had
another 3,000 pounds invested in the current pot. It had
quickly became a series of high-stakes rounds between
him and the gray-haired man, with everyone else dropping
out as the stakes quickly rose.
The man was staring at his card and thinking. A
professional dealer was dealing the cards, but the gray-
haired man had assumed the role of being the blackjack
dealer, giving him the advantage of seeing both of Bond's
cards. In this game, the dealer had to stand on seventeen
and draw a card if sixteen or below. Closest person to
twenty-one without going over, won; with the dealer
winning in a tie situation. Bond had eighteen showing,
and the gray-haired man had a six showing and one card
down; which was probably a ten-pointer. It was Bond's
turn.
"Hit me." he said. The woman smiled at him, knowing that
it was foolish to ask for another card, when he had a
decent chance of winning this round with his existing
cards. Before the dealer could comply, the gray-haired
man held up his hand and said "Excuse me. Before you
get your card, I would like to know your name."
"Bond. James Bond."
"Mr. Bond. I am John Augustus. This young, attractive
lady is my personal secretary, Marti. I admire your skill in
playing cards but am a little disappointed in your request
for another card. Because it is just between me and you, I
will give you a chance to drop out because I intend to raise
the stakes on this pot. I think that you have about 10,000
pounds of my money in front of you. I have to leave in a
couple of minutes and would like for my money to leave
with me. If you stay in, I would like to raise the pot by
10,000 pounds. Would you have any problem with that?"
Bond pushed all of the chips in front of him into the pot
and said "So nice to meet you. Are you American?"
The man laughed and pushed another 10,000 pounds into
the pot, making it worth about 23,000 pounds. Many of
the other people in the room had gathered around as the
stakes became richer, but this display of high risk
gambling caused a general silence to quite the room as
more people crowded around to observe this game. Then
he looked at Bond and said "Yes. Now do you still want
another card?"
Bond nodded and the dealer flipped over a card. It was a
2. Bond now had 20. Bond nodded that he would stand
on this combination. The American said "Hit me." as he
flipped over his down card. It was a 7. He had 13 and
needed an 8 or less.
The dealer flipped over a card. It was a 9. The American
lost.
He stood, nodded toward Bond as acknowledgment of
Bond's winning and turned to leave the table. The woman
flashed Bond a beautiful smile and left, following
Augustus. Bond lit one of his cigarettes and pushed half
of the pot to the dealer as he said "Take ten percent for
yourself and give the rest to the charity."
Chapter 3 - The Assault
The hot sun felt good as the rays soaked into his body. He
was lying on a private beach belonging to a resort located
in the Bahama Islands. He still did not know what his
assignment was or who his quarry was. He had seen no
one at the night time event that he recognized from the
many files that he still reviewed. Augustus and the
woman had left the event and Bond had spent the rest of
the night, walking around, making small talk as he
blended into the general crowd. He had received another
envelope the day after the charity affair, with airline
tickets and a room reservation at this resort.
He had left immediately and had been here for four days
now soaking up the sun and maintaining his body's new
hard shape. Every morning, he swam four miles in the
ocean and then jogged for six miles. The rest of the time,
he was acquiring a suntan that was beginning to look like
a native's tan.
While he was lying on his blanket, relaxing, he was still
very aware of his surroundings. This resort owned this
stretch of beach and permitted topless bathing suits for
the women. He had picked out a couple of college girls
with nice firm boobs that he had been observing. He was
planning on going to the beach bar the next time that they
were ready for a drink, and try to pick one of them up.
There might be thirty years difference between their ages,
but he knew that he was still a good-looking man and had
plenty of charm.
As he was watching them, he saw something out of the
corner of his eye. It was the blonde-haired woman from
the casino the other night. She was strolling down by the
water's edge, wearing only a small bright yellow sarong
covering a bikini bottom, covering her hips and very upper
thighs. She was topless and her large breasts were
glistening with a generous coating of suntan lotion. As he
looked at the rest of her body, he saw that she had lotion
on the rest of her body also, but it was her breasts that
attracted him and held his attention. The areola were
small but the nipples were pouty on the large, firm
breasts. They looked sort of like a small breast on top of
her bigger breast. She had a small dog on a lease and was
leading him around the cove.
Bond looked around and didn't see anyone else from the
gray-haired American's party. From scouting the local
area during his runs, he knew that there was a path along
the shoreline that could take him around the point
without her seeing him. Then he could be walking back as
he ran into her.
He walked up to the pier and headed down the trail. As
soon as he was away from the buildings, he started jogging
so that he could cover the longer distance quickly. Within
five minutes, he was walking down the beach toward
where she would be walking, trying to look relaxed as he
headed back toward the point. As he came around a small
bend, he could see the dog running loose and she was
fighting with someone.
He ran toward them. The man that she was fighting with,
did not hear Bond approach. As Bond reached where they
were rolling in the sand, he grabbed the man and threw
the man off of her. Bond looked at the woman for a
moment to make sure she was all right and then looked
back at her assailant. The man was a local and had
pulled a knife. As Bond circled the assailant, the woman
stood up and said "Rico. You are fired. If I tell John that
you attacked me, you are a dead man. Leave and never let
me see you again."
The man looked at the woman, frowned and started
backing up the slope. Bond let him go as he turned to
face the woman.
Her hair was disheveled from the groping and one of her
breasts was red from where the man had squeezed it
roughly as they had fought in the sand. She looked up at
him with that beautiful smile as she brushed sand from
her chest and legs. Then she said "Bond, isn't it? For
some reason, you stood out from the rest of the crowd at
the casino and I clearly remember you. After leaving the
other night, I thought that we would never meet again. To
what do I owe the pleasure?"
Bond smiled back as he said "I decided to take a vacation
with my winnings and was just as surprised to see you."
She tried to brush her hair back into place as she said
"John will be glad to see you and to get some of his money
back. He owns this resort and we live in the house up on
the mountain top, overlooking this place. My friends call
me Marti."
"I am James. Glad to meet you. Is Marti short for
Martha?"
"No, it's short for Martini as in the drink. John has been
my life-long lover and his favorite nickname for me is
Martini. He says that there is nothing that he likes more
than to go home after work and have a couple of Martini's
to make him feel better. He prefers his Martini's stirred,
not shaken, unlike you. I noticed the other night that you
also like Martinis." she said without any trace of
embarrassment.
He looked down at her proud, jutting firm naked breasts,
thin waist and nice hips as he replied "I have made it a
life-long pilgrimage to find the perfect martini. I currently
settle for a dry vodka martini that has been shaken but
not stirred because stirring bruises the delicate flavor of
the drink."
As the dog came running back to her, she grabbed the
lease, smiled and said "John would disagree with you on
your recipe. He thinks that using the right stirrer, would
not bruise the Martini. Would you join John and me
tonight for dinner. He has some favorite recipes that you
might like to sample."
"It will be my pleasure. I can't help but notice that your
breast is red from where you were attacked. Do you wish
me to apply first aid?"
She laughed and replied "Years ago, I gave up on that old
mother's tale that kissing the injured booboo spot made it
better. Thanks, but I am all right."
Chapter 4 - The Assertion
They walked back to the hotel, and she told him that a car
would pick him up at seven before she left him. He
returned to his room, made sure that no one had been in
his room while he was out, and then laid down to take a
nap. As he grew older, he discovered that he needed to
take a frequent nap. Especially if he was going to be up
late.
He dressed and sat around waiting. Marti had told him to
dress casual, so he put on some slacks and a simple
beach shirt. He would have liked to take his pistol but
knew that this was not the time to carry it. He didn't like
going on an assignment without knowing what the
objective was. But until he was told, he would proceed.
The woman tantalized him. She was beautiful, vivacious,
young, healthy and had the well-built type of body that
always got him in trouble. She also knew how to use his
body and she was using the effect that her body had on
him, as a tool against him. He liked a challenge and
looked forward as much to playing her game as he had
enjoyed playing cards with her lover.
The car arrived and drove him back up onto the mountain,
overlooking the resort. The house was a little mansion,
which was on a little plateau and overlooked the entire
beach area.
The gray-haired man was sitting on the patio enjoying the
evening breeze. As Bond approached him, the man said
"Welcome to my humble home. You taught me a valuable
lesson in card-playing the other night, my friend and then
saved my favorite concubine today. You asserted that you
were the better player and I had to challenge you. You
were correct and maybe we could do it again. Would like
you like a drink? This is a fresh picture of dry vodka
martinis. I understand that you are also a connoisseur of
fine martinis."
"Yes, I have been know to partake. As for today, I did
nothing. Did you report the man to the police?"
"No, unfortunately, he ran in front of a truck that belonged
to my resort and was killed this afternoon. I had asked
some of my security staff to investigate him but before
they could visit him, he died. Is this your first trip to the
Island?"
"No, I have been here before, but this is the first time that I
have stayed at your resort." said Bond.
"I have asked my staff to make sure that your stay is as
pleasant as possible. You are a gentleman, Mr. Bond. You
did not react when I identified Marti as one of my
concubines. I just thought that I would explain my
relationship with her. She is free to do whatever she
desires as long as it does not conflict with my business
arrangements or desires of the moment. Here come the
ladies, now to join us."
Both men stood as Marti and another woman joined them.
Marti was wearing a white, low cut summer dress, with
long flowing skirt that was blown by the evening breeze.
The other woman was one of the island beauties. She was
young, dark-skinned, long flowing dark hair, and her
name was Tanya. While Tanya was beautiful, it was still
Marti that strongly attracted Bond.
The gray-haired man led the party into the house and into
a formal dining room. Marti sat facing Bond and Tanya sat
facing John. As the servants brought the food in, Marti
raised an eyebrow as she said "I was surprised to discover
why your name was so familiar to me. I remembered the
incident with the Princess and the photos in the paper.
Are you going to write a book about the night you spent
with her?"
Bond had been asked this many times since that weekend.
He held his glass up as a sort of toast and said "My
assignment was to make sure that she was protected at all
times. I did my best to stay as close to her as I could
during that weekend."
John laughed and said "I remember that and don't blame
you. She is a fine looking woman whose man wouldn't
take care of her needs. At a party one time, I seriously
considered hitting on her myself. You were in the Navy or
something at that time, weren't you? Are you still working
for the British Government?"
"I was a Commander. Shortly thereafter I was reassigned
from security details to a management role reviewing
airport security procedures. Yes, I still work for them but
have been out of the protection aspect for several years,
and am on holiday now."
Marti had a sly smile on her face as she asked "If my
memory serves me correct, you were also pictured wearing
a kilt in one photograph. How does it feel to be a man
wearing a skirt, among men who frown on that type of
dress?"
Bond washed down his bite of food and replied "I know
who I am and have confidence in my own sexuality. No
matter what I do, someone will always find fault with
something. So I dress to please myself, and in this case,
to honor my ancestors. I am very comfortable with my
kilt."
Tanya giggled and asked "What do you wear under the
kilt?"
Bond gave her a sly smile as he responded "I will show
you, if you show me yours."
John laughed at that and said "It must be exciting being a
spy, but didn't you worry that you could get hurt, fighting
those commies?"
"We all have to die sometime." replied Bond.
Marti cut her steak as she asked "And how would you like
to die, my retired secret service agent?"
Bond looked at her and replied "The hard way. I want to
be fucked to death by the most beautiful woman in the
world."
John gave a hearty laugh as he added "That would be a
very nice way to go. I wouldn't mind that myself."
The rest of the dinner was more casual and full of sexual
references as they worked on emptying the large drink
glasses; that were quickly re-filled by the kitchen staff. As
John drank, it became obvious that he could not handle
his alcohol. By the time dinner was over, he was very
intoxicated. Marti asked Tanya to help John to his room.
As the drunken John was leaving the room, he said
"James. It was good to see you again. If you will be
around this weekend, we will fly down to a little casino
that I own and I will give you another opportunity to try to
beat me. But aside from that, I hope that your wish as to
how you wish to die, comes true for you. I will ask my
staff and friends to do their best to expedite your death.
Good-by Mr. Bond."
After the young woman left the room with her drunken
boss, Marti asked Bond to join her on the verandah.
As they sat on the moon-lit balcony, over looking the
ocean cove below, Bond was beginning to feel an erection
from being so close to this delightful woman.
They were sitting on a swing, feeling the slight motion of
the swing as they talked. She was sitting so close that he
was engulfed in her sweet perfume and intoxicated with
her very vivacious personality. Finally she said "Did John
tell you that I belong to him, but he lets me do some
things that I want to do?"
"He mentioned something along that line."
"I like John. I was fourteen when I first met him. That was
twelve years ago. He shaped me into the woman that I am
now. That is why I go by the name of Marti. Who I was
before, no longer matters or no longer exists. I am his
Marti, his assagai warrior, who does his battles."
"Assagai, if I remember correctly, is a light spear or lance
used by southern African tribesmen."
"Almost correct. It is one with a short shaft and long blade
that they used for close combat. Just as the British
Government used you as a weapon to guard their
monarch's relatives, I am used by John to do his battles.
You would not want to meet me when I have a blade in my
hand, in a dark field on a dark night as my enemy, James.
I knew that you were there at the beach and when I was
attacked, I let him fondle me to see what you would do. I
was in no danger at anytime. I like you. If you are here to
spy on us, you should leave now before any harm comes to
you." she said as she ran her hand through her long
golden hair.
"Oh, I don't know about that. I would do my best to meet
you in a dark field, but certainly not as your enemy. As
for spying, I have never seen any papers concerning you,
John or whatever he does. I am on holiday and do not
have any orders that I am carrying out." he said.
She turned and flashed a brilliant smile that the moon
highlighted as she said "Good. Do you like assertive
women? Women who know what they want and go after
what they want?"
"I like women. If they are assertive, fine. If not, then that
is also fine." he replied as he glanced down the dark
cleavage between her breasts.
"Tanya is giving John a blow job about now. He likes blow
jobs and likes for his women to be good at giving blow
jobs. I think that is one of the reasons that he likes me so
much. He tells me that I have a natural caloreceptor built
into my mouth. You know what that is? It is a sensory
receptor that detects warmth but I specialize in the
warmth from hot cocks. My hobby is studying cocks and I
am very knowledgeable about them. I can't help but
notice a bulge developing in your trousers; which pleases
me that you find being with me as sexually desirable. If
your penis is tucked wrong and gets uncomfortable, you
will not embarrass me if you adjusted its position with
your hand" she said.
"I like the way that you express what is on your mind.
Seeing as to how we are discussing such intimate portions
of our bodies and details of our personal lives, what are
your plans for tonight?" he said.
She paused as she looked down at his obvious erection
and then said "I have to leave early in the morning for a
business trip for John, so I can't go back to your room
tonight. I should really be in bed now, getting my beauty
rest but I wanted this opportunity to be with you and to
see if I want to know more about you. I want to have sex
with you but tonight is not the night. So I will sit out here
with you for about another half hour and then send you
home. After I get back from my trip, we can talk about
meeting somewhere. And at the right time, I will tell you
everything about me that you need to know. I promise to
let you in on all of my intermost secrets. Sorry, but that
looks so uncomfortable."
With her hand, she touched his penis through the
trousers and with a push from her fingers, straightened it
so that it was sticking straight up against his belly,
instead of being bunched in the crouch. Before she could
let go of it, he caught her hand and held it there.
Her voice was slightly husky now as she was showing
some signs of early arrousement as she said "I was glad to
find out that it was not a sock. You would be surprised
how many men put socks there to make themselves look
bigger."
He didn't say a word as her long fingertips gently kneaded
his genitals through the trousers. They stared into each
other eyes, with him holding her wrist, feeling her loose
fingers stroking his very hard cock through the cloth. She
moved her other hand over and undid his trouser button
and unzipped his fly as he let go of her wrist. Her hand
quickly slid inside his underwear and found his cock.
As her hands caressed his penis and balls, gently stroking
them with her long slender fingers, she said, "James, you
don't mind if I call you James, do you? Anyhow, James,
John is a very important man. If I fail him at the wrong
time, I may not live through his punishment. So I can't
spend the night with you tonight. Before I go in, I would
like to thank you for coming to my rescue today. John will
not mind if I show you a little comfort. You don't mind if I
don't get undressed, do you? And please don't try to be a
gentleman and pull it out just before you explode. I don't
want to get any jism on this dress and will make sure that
I swallow it all."
Bond's breathing was becoming faster as she pulled his
trousers down out of the way a little more. "Oh, you have a
nice one. It looks so good, big and firm." she said in a
husky whisper.
He began to groan slightly and reached for her. But she
stopped him as she let go of him and said in a very
determined voice "No. Tonight is my treat to you. I call
the shots and do what I want. Or you leave. What is your
choice?"
With one smooth motion, he dropped his trouser down
around his ankles so that he was sitting on the swing with
her and his trousers around his ankles.
She brushed her hair back as she bent her head over his
cock. He leaned his head back as her wet tongue flicked
at his cockhead, causing him to tense. As she straighten
back up, her fingers curled around his cock, feeling the
good strong hardness and began to stroke him.
Her voice had become very soft and low as she said
"Anticipation is one of my tools that I enjoy using. Now
that you know that my mouth knows where to find your
hard cock, you must wonder when it is going to wrap itself
around it, as my soft hands gently bring you to a high
state of arousal. Tonight is just a small sample of what I
can do for you and what you can do for me. We will leave
the rest of our body and our skills to dream about. I want
you to anticipate being naked in bed with me, to think
about the fun that we can have."
As her fingers on one hand stroked the hard smooth
slippery knob of his cock, her other fingertips were
exploring the slitted opening, feeling the hole in the
knobbed end of his throbbing prick dribbling honey to
moisten her fingertips. Her exploring fingers slightly
slippery now, traced the knob, lightly moving the foreskin
back down his cock. Her red tipped fingers slightly
squeezing the bulbous head of his now slippery cock.
She tightened her grip, playing with the round roll of his
foreskin as she slid it up and down on his cock, then
rolled it back up over his knob, coating it with it's fluids as
she milked the precum from him. She moved her fingers to
the bulging cockhead, capturing a drop of leaking cock
pre-cum on her finger tip, then she rubbed the slippery
male lubricant on her lips before using her tongue to lick
the juice from her lips.
She began to pump harder, while grunting and watching
his facial expression as she jacked him off.
Her hand pumped faster, squeezing more, jacking the
juice from his balls, until with a soft groan, his prick
began to jerk from where he was ready to spurt. She bent
her head over his cock and took only the cockhead into
her mouth as she continued to pump him with her warm
fist. Then he exploded, sending a stream of juicy sperm
flying deep into her sucking mouth. And he spurted again
as she continued pumping him. After a few seconds delay,
sperm again shot from his balls. Then three times more,
with her catching it all in her tightly wrapped mouth. She
was still squeezing him hard in her fist, then slowly
relaxing her pressure, as she continued to pump his cock
with long strokes from the base to the tip, trying to milk
him with increasing pressure.
Then she sat up, wiped her lips with her cocktail napkin
and said "I hope that you weren't disappointed that John
turned in so early. Will you come back by some night,
when we have a little more free time?
Chapter 5 - The Assay
Bond was sleeping so peacefully that he jumped when the
alarm went off. He rolled over and shut it off as he
grabbed a cigarette and lit it.
Last night had been so wonderful but so strange. After she
gave him a blowjob, they sat on the swing finishing their
drinks. He had pulled his trousers back up, but left them
unzipped as she was keeping her hand wrapped around
his cock. Although it got hard again quickly, she declined
to do anything more than just hold it in her soft hand,
letting her warmth and occasional gentle squeeze, keep it
very erected. Then she excused herself and escorted him
to the door, where the driver was waiting to take him back
to the hotel.
At the hotel, he went straight to the bar and discovered
that it was almost empty. There were just a couple of
married couples in there so he was not able to find anyone
to go back to the room to help him obtain relief from the
high state of arousal where she had taken him and then
left him.
When he got back to his room, he made his usual security
checks and discovered that a bug had been placed in his
room during his absence. So now that he knew that they
were watching him, he would continue to play his role.
That of a tourist.
He shaved, showed, put on some shorts, and a T-shirt. He
walked over to the outdoor restaurant and ordered some
breakfast. While he was reading the newspaper, a man
sat down at the table. He looked up to see that it was Bill
Tanner, who was his best friend at the agency before the
demotion.
"Hello James."
"Bill, how are you?"
"Good. You know that you are being watched and that
they know I still work for the Agency?"
"So why are you sitting here?"
"We want to draw them out into the open. You are the fly
trapped in their web. We want them to come after you.
Sorry about that, but that is the plan."
"Do I get to find out any details of the plan?"
"Only this. Computer chips have taken the place of gold.
In the last six months, over six hundred million dollars
worth of chips have disappeared. We expect them to have
a big sale soon. While they come after you, we have
another method of attacking them. My job here today, is
to draw attention to you. Did you bring your gun with
you?"
"Yes."
"Good luck, James. When you get back home, stop by and
have dinner with the missus and me some night. She
asks about you occasionally." he said as he stood up.
******
Nothing occurred that day. Or night. Bond even passed
up an opportunity to pick up one of the college girls,
hoping that Marti would come back from her mysterious
trip and call him.
This was a strange assignment. He had orders, but no
orders. He was being set up as a target and had to go
along with it. But he had confidence in M and knew that
M would not send him to something that he could not
handle.
And there was the mysterious and beautiful Marti. So
young, so beautiful and so wonderful. If only he could find
a woman like that, he would settle down again.
As he thought about her, he realized that he was really
interested in her. Not in his usual one-time lay interested
but more of a long-term interested. Going to work at his
dull desk job could be made a lot more interesting if she
was waiting at home for him. And he could take an early
retirement, spending some of the money on her that he
had set aside over the years. If only she wasn't involved
with that asshole and up to her neck in something
crooked. Odds were that John used her to do his dirty
work and she might have to spend some time in jail.
He realized as he grew older that he wanted to find the
right woman and settle down. Maybe Marti was the
woman for him. Maybe not.
The more he thought about her, the more he realized that
he was very intrigued. And also he became very horny.
The next day, he laid on his beach blanket, soaking up the
sun, hoping that someone would provide him with an
opportunity to do anything to get this show on the road.
When the sun went down, he decided to make his own
opportunity.
With a small portable tape recorder, he had made an
audio tape of himself sleeping the night before. He turned
the tape on, making it seem as if he was sleeping to
whoever was listening on the bug and slipped out of his
room, keeping to the bushes as he left the resort.
He was wearing his black camouflage jumpsuit and jungle
makeup. He slipped through the bushes surrounding the
hotel and slowly started making his way up the hillside to
where the house was. Three quarters of the way up the
hill, he found the first series of booby-traps and motion
sensors. He worked his way across the hill, until he found
a hidden building built into the hillside. Sneaking over to
the building, he found an open window and looked in to
see a security setup of monitors, monitoring the house,
doorways, road, and several other things. They were
expecting something and were prepared. Well, so was he.
His small bag of tools contained a motion detector detector
and some of the other detectors. It took him almost three
hours to get by the many traps and to the house.
He sneaked into the patio and found all of the alarms. He
climbed up on the roof of the lower level and onto one of
the balconies. As he sneaked onto the balcony, he could
hear Marti's voice in the room. He held a small mirror so
that he could see around the corner and saw Marti
wearing only a pair of cut-off Levi shorts as she walked
around the room brushing her hair. Her bare nipples
looked mighty inviting.
As Bond watched, there was a knock on the door. Marti
said "Come in."
The door opened and one of the college girls that he had
been talking to down at the hotel the last couple of days
walked in. Marti said "Please sit down."
The girl sat down and Marti sat down across from her as
she said "It is time for you to return. Return to that place
in your memory that only you can go. Close your eyes and
relax. Let you mind relax as you seek that wonderful spot
that only you can visit."
She was hypnotizing the girl. As Bond watched, Marti
continued to give the girl hypnotic suggestions and within
a couple of minutes, the girl was breathing deeply and was
in an obvious hypnotic state. Then Marti said "Our master
is waiting for you. He wants you and you want him. You
want to make him happy. You want to do whatever he
wants you to do. I am here to help you want to please him.
Do you want me to help you?"
"Yes, mistress." said the sleeping woman's voice.
"Open your eyes and gaze upon my breasts. You will want
to suck my breasts after you undress."
The woman opened her eyes and gazed at Marti's breasts.
Marti rolled over on the bed so that she was lying on her
back. As the college girl quickly undressed, Bond changed
position so that he was better able to see with his mirror
around the corner; yet still be hidden.
As soon as the girl undressed, she was all over Marti. She
was kissing her deeply and rubbing her tender, young
body up against Marti's more mature body. Through her
clenched teeth, she was whimpering and begging as she
asked Marti to make love to her.
Marti fondled and probed her as the girl sucked on Marti's
wonderful large breasts and pink nipples. After several
minutes of letting her suck her, Marti rolled the girl over
and attacked her smaller breasts. The girl's tits were
small and just fitted into Marti's mouth perfectly. As she
licked away at her breasts, Bond was feeling a very strong
erection and desire to enter the room and fuck them both.
But he knew that he couldn't.
He watched as Marti covered the other's girl body with her
own and began to suck gently, first one nipple, then the
other, as she gasped and writhed against the older
woman. Bond was biting his lips as he felt his hard cock
straining for release within his jumpsuit as he watched
this. He saw that the younger girl's nipples were erect and
dark rose in color, and a blush was spreading up from her
breasts to her face.
Marti abandoned her breasts and began to move her
mouth down the girl's flat and lean body. She ran her
tongue over the lower abdomen, kissing the little hollows
in her hips, working her way down and around brushing
against the shaved patch of pubic hair. With one motion,
she kissed her lower lips with as much passion as she had
used on the girl's breasts.
The girl jumped as Marti's tongue forced her most private
lips opened and slid her tongue into the girl's pink slit.
From Bond's position, he could tell the exact moment of
every time that Marti's tongue touched her clitoris. He
heard Marti's husky voice say softly "You like this. This
makes you feel so good. I like doing this to you. I like
feeling your erect and throbbing clit. Do you like it when I
flick it ever so gently with my tongue? You don't have to
answer that because your body tells me that you do."
Bond watched as Marti probed with her tongue deep
inside the girl, making her moan. Then Marti sat up and
said "Just wait a moment. Shut your eyes and remember
what I have just done to you. Think about only how nice it
feels."
While the woman laid on the bed, moaning softly and
rubbing her legs, Marti walked to the phone and dialed
one number. After a moment, she said "Now." and hung
up the phone.
Bond watched as the door opened and John walked in. He
was naked. He looked at the young girl squirming on the
bed. Marti said "Open your eyes. Your master is here and
he has something for you. You will follow him and do
whatever he wants."
The girl stood up slowly because she was trembling from
the sexual excitement that she was feeling. John took her
hand and led her out of the room. As they left the room,
Marti lit a cigarette and sat down on the bed. Then she
said softly "James, I know you are out there on the
balcony. Come on in and let's get this over with."
Bond slowly opened the door and walked in. Marti was
propped up against a pillow. Lying beside her was a
pistol, with a silencer. She picked up a remote control and
turned on the TV. She said "There were four silent alarms
that you were not able to get around. We have been
monitoring you for the last three hours. Look at the TV
which I turned off just before John came into the room. I
made sure that your alarm detection equipment would
lead you to my room and that you would have a little
demonstration of my power. There are three different
sniper rifles outside aimed at my patio door. Going back
outside will result in your death. In a manner that would
not benefit either one of us. In the hallway are two armed
guards. You are my prisoner. Have you ever had a
woman put handcuffs on you before?"
"Not when both of us were dressed?"
Bond looked at the TV, which he could not see from where
he had been hiding on the patio. It showed a tape of him
on the patio, holding a mirror as he looked into her room.
She said "With a little help from one of my drugs and some
suggestions, I turned her into a sex kitten. If John likes
her, I will work on her a little more so that she doesn't
need any conditioning. With my drugs and long lasting
suggestions, she will think and believe that she really
wants to be John's love slave. If he wants to keep her, he
has all sorts of very good doctors on his staff to turn her
into what he wants her to look like. Within months, she
can look good enough to win the Miss America contest or
become a movie sex symbol. I know, because over the
years, I have visited several of those doctors myself at
John's guidance. None of my childhood friends or
relatives would recognize me or believe how much I have
changed since meeting John."
Chapter 6 - The Assuage
Bond was sitting naked on a small cot in a windowless
room. He had already examined the door and determined
that it would take a battering ram to break down that
door. Light in the room came from a small overhead bulb
that was behind a very secure wire mesh screen.
He knew that it had been several hours since her goons
had stripped him and led him here. Someone came in
after a couple of hours with a sandwich and some water,
which he left alone. He did not want to risk any drugs at
this point in his capture.
The door opened and a guard cautiously stuck his head in,
made sure that Bond was behaving himself and then
placed a chair just inside the door. As the guard stepped
back, Marti walked into the room. She was wearing a pink
short beach-skirt, and a white crop halter top revealing
her belly button as it highlighted the distance between the
outermost portion of her breast and the flatness of her
belly. It was very obvious that she was not wearing a bra
under her halter top. She was wearing white tennis shoes
and sunglasses.
She removed the sunglasses as she sat down in the chair
and the guard shut the door.
"Good morning, James."
"Morning." he replied.
"John was a little disappointed in how easy you were
caught. He expected more from the famous 007 spy. He
thinks that they were right to push you into a retirement
job."
"What do you think?"
"I don't think about such things. I only know that I
wanted the opportunity to make love to you. While I am
very open minded and liberal about sex, I am also very
particular about who I have sex with. Oh, don't get me
wrong. I will have sex with whomever John wants me to
fuck, but I am very particular about who I choose for
myself. And you were the first person in a long time that it
was my personal choice to do what I allowed myself to do,
what I did in the swing."
"I am honored. Please be assured that the emotions and
hardness that I expressed at that time, were my own
desires and not in compliance with any directives from my
government."
"Let me tell you a little bit about myself. Someday I will
tell you the rest. I was the fifth born with four older
brothers that liked to take advantage of their weaker and
smaller sibling. I ran away from home when I was twelve
and turned to prostitution to support myself. John picked
me up and shaped me into the sexy feminine creature that
you see here today. I did anything that he wanted. About
three years ago, we were playing cards and making wild
bets. I won, with the prize being my freedom. We agreed
upon a date and a settlement amount. For the last three
years, I have been setting into motion, plans that would
provide enough money for John to retire and for me to go
my own way. We were in England working out the last
details when you seeked out John in the casino. I
recognized you and came to the poker table to warn John
that he was being stalked by the world famous James
Bond. From the moment that you left the casino, you were
trailed. When you showed up here, we knew that you
were sent here to investigate us. It was planned for me to
walk down the beach and for Rico to attack me. John left
it up to me as to how you should be controlled. When you
sneaked onto the property last night, he ordered your
immediate execution. I talked him out of it and we are
holding you here while we decide what to do with you."
She threw a pack of cigarettes and a matchbook over to
him. He lit a cigarette and threw the pack back. She
didn't resume talking until he also gave her the matches
back.
"You intrigue me. Professionally and personally. My
business arrangement with John is over, as of tomorrow
morning. When I leave here, I would like to take you with
me. Have you ever considered being part of a male
harem? I would take very good care of you and you would
start out by being my favorite lover. I would make sure
that you get all of the pussy that you could eat." she said.
"It's the best offer that I have had today. What is in it for
me?" he asked.
She reached into her cleavage and removed a small remote
control. She pressed one of the buttons and whispered "I
will make sure that you are always satisfied. If not from
me, then from one of my toys."
The door opened and standing in the open doorway was
the other one of the college girls that Bond had been
watching at the resort. She was wearing only a satin and
lace merrywidow, dark mid-thigh hoses held up by a
garter, a thong lace bikini and high heels. Her breasts
were pushed up by the underwire cups.
Marti's voice had again become husky as she said "Earlier
today, I conditioned her to do whatever you desired. Her
name is Toni."
As the woman walked into the room, with a small
seductive smile on her deeply glistening lips, another
woman entered the doorway. This woman was a young
blonde-haired woman, wearing a pair of golden silk
charmeuse pajamas and she was carrying two bottles of
wine.
Marti said "Marlene has been with me for awhile and is
quite a good lover. I have asked both ladies to keep you
satisfied and safe, while I finish up my business."
Marti stood up, smiled and walked out the door, leaving a
very naked James Bond with the two women, one bed and
two bottles of wine in a locked room. She knew that he
would find some way to pass the time. Better to keep him
under control like this, than to allow him to think about
ways to escape.
******
Marti had changed into a denim bustier top, with a low cut
d�collet� shape and white shorts. She was carrying
James' pistol with the silencer on it. She walked over to
the guard sitting outside Bond's room and asked "How is
he doing?"
The guard pointed at the TV monitor and smiled "He
fucked them both at least twice. They went at it for about
four hours straight and then about an hour ago, they all
fell asleep."
"The second bottle had a mild sleeping potion in it. John
had told me to put poison in it, but I changed his mind.
Open the door." she said.
The guard stood, unlocked the door and entered the room
followed by Marti. A smile crossed her face as she smelled
the familiar musky smell of dried sex in the small room
used as a cell. The blonde woman on the bed was
sleeping, but dried cum covered her face and breasts. The
dark haired woman was laying on her stomach with her
face across Bond's sleeping belly. Her legs were spread
and her pubic hair was matted with her drying pussy juice
and his cum. Marti released the safety on her pistol,
making a soft click as it was released. She raised the
pistol quickly, aimed the pistol and pulled the trigger. The
bang was muffled by the silencer. For a moment, there
was no sound of movement in the room. Then the guard
slowly fell to the ground, dead from her bullet.
Marti said "James, I know that you are pretending to be
asleep."
He opened his eyes and replied "The sleeping potion was in
the second bottle, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
"What comes next?" he asked as he slowly stood.
She said "We need to get you out of here. John is dead. A
bullet from your gun killed him. Two of his business
associates are also dead. A task force of agents swarmed
on board his big yacht about five minutes ago and have
discovered the missing computer chips. In less than an
hour, this hillside will be crawling with cops."
"Why did you do this?" he asked.
She waved the gun barrel at the unconscious women on
the bed. "Just as I converted them to do whatever I
commanded, John did the same thing with me twelve
years ago. He turned me into the woman that you see
now. About two years ago, I decided that I wanted to be
able to live my own life and to free myself from him so I
turned myself in to the British Government. They sent me
back to work for them, giving me a license in case I needed
to kill someone and a plan to break up his empire at the
right moment. I would get a full pardon if I cooperated
and a life sentence if I did not. About two months ago, he
began to get worried because he knew the operation was
so big that it should have someone investigating it. A plan
was developed by the British Government to send someone
in, to draw attention to themselves and divert any
suspicion from my last minute activities. You were
selected because of your previous involvement with similar
major projects and because a lot of your exploits are now
known by the general public. John was secretly happy
because the world famous James Bond had been sent
after him. He did not suspect that you were only a decoy.
While he was busy watching you and playing games with
you, I was making sure that you were safe and that
everything was on schedule."
"A license to kill. I thought they quit that. What number
did they give you?" he asked as he put on his clothes that
had been just outside the door.
She smiled and said "38DD. Don't know where they
thought up that number."
Chapter 7 - The Ass
They were on a small yacht. They escaped the island and
set sail for New York City, which would take three good
days of sailing. Bond was sitting at the rudder, wearing a
pair of swimming trunks as he sipped a martini that she
had fixed for him. She was wearing a white maillot swim
suit that showed off every curve of her luscious body and
was adjusting the sails.
Before going on board the ship, she had said "It will be
just you and me for three days and nights on the ship. I
will expect you to make love to me as much as I make love
to you. Do you like surprises, my dear James?"
"Yes" he replied as he looked at her nipples trying to poke
through the flimsy material holding her breasts up.
"Do you have any sexual inhibitions? How do you feel
kissing my lips, knowing that my lips have been used by
another man's cock?" she asked demurely.
"I intend to keep you so satisfied that you will never know
what another cock feels like."
She kissed him lightly on the lips as she said "I have no
place to go after I get back to England."
He whispered back "My apartment is very spacious."
She nibbled on his neck as she replied "It would not be a
normal relationship. I have very strong sexual desires and
especially enjoy having a big cock hump my ass on a
frequent basis. Does that turn you off?"
"If you bring the ass, I will supply the rest." he replied.
******
They pulled into a cove of a small island to rest for the
night. After the boat was anchored and the sails were
taken down, she dived into the water. When she came up,
she was holding her bathing suit, which she threw up on
the boat deck.
She turned over, flashing a quick glimpse of her naked
butt as she yelled "I am taking my ass to that island."
Then she started swimming toward the island.
Bond removed his bathing suit and dived in after her.
Although he was in good shape now, she was a fast
swimmer and beat him to shore with her head start.
When he got there, she was lying naked on the sand, face
down, waiting for him.
She said "Remember James, I told you that I was John's
Marti, his assagai warrior, who fights his battles."
"Yes, and you corrected my explanation of what an Assagai
was."
"It is a light spear or lance with a short shaft and long
blade that is used by southern African tribesmen. Let me
show you why he called me his Assagai." she said as she
rolled around and stood up.
Hanging down between her legs was a cock. It was small
but it was still a cock. As Bond looked at it she said "You
see I have a short shaft between my legs and I was his
warrior. I told you that John and his doctors made me
into the woman that I am today; knowing that you had
other thoughts about what that meant. When I first met
John, I was a boy of fourteen that had been raped by my
older brothers and run away from home. I was living my
life being a male prostitute on the streets of LA. John took
me in and his doctors gave me female hormones to
overpower my normal male hormones. Because I was just
going through puberty, the female hormones had an
fantastic effect upon my body causing it to grow and shape
itself into the female adult body that you see now. A little
plastic surgery here and there and the almost perfect
woman's body and face was created. Other doctors
conditioned my thinking and memories so I became the
woman and slave that John wanted me to be. John used
to enjoy watching men make asses of themselves trying to
get into my pants behind his back, not knowing that I did
not have a pussy. He would occasionally tease them by
letting me give them a blow job as I did for you. John and
his doctor's not only shaped my body but also shaped my
mind. I am very happy with my body and will never have
surgery to become a fully complete woman. I enjoy
looking, dressing, and living as a woman, but I also enjoy
having a cock. I enjoy sex as a woman with a man, but I
still have a cock that needs occasional servicing by a
female. My cock is small but it is fully functional. I keep
it tucked up out of sight most of the time, so you see that I
am very familiar with the misery of having an aroused
cock tucked away in the wrong position. When I
straighten your cock out the other night, my cock was also
straining to be released from it's bindings. Hence my girl
toys that I collect and train for myself using the
conditioning techniques and drugs that were used on me.
When I told you that I would make sure that you have all
the pussy that you can handle, I was not lying. I will
obtain the toys for us, train them and we will share them.
And that, dear James.."
She paused as she sat back down and continued "is
everything you need to know about me. Do you still want
me to go back to England and live with you, now that you
know my intermost secret?"
Question?
What was his choice?
Waldo.