Agent Vicky Summers - Mission 2

[max hunter]

Continuing the theme of Agent Vicky Saunders, an attractive young undercover agent who's missions always seem to go wrong. My inspiration is from TV and Films where the lady gets captured but in this case comes to slightly more harm than your average TV show. Feedback or ideas for future ventures always appreciated.

Mission 2

After the failure of Vicky Summer’s first mission, the team decided that the next operation should be a relatively low level and straightforward affair. The team had been following an organised gang that had been dealing with illegal performance enhancing drugs and steroids. They had identified the route into the country but needed to find out where the distribution network went next. The general surveillance agents had identified that the drugs were probably being moved on through a local gym but because of the high level of coming and goings they could not be certain where they were going next. The courier into the gym was Paulo, a huge man who had clearly spent his life lifting weights and probably enhanced by steroids. He would move the concentrated drugs simply in a large gym bag, that was clearly full when he entered the gym but near empty when he left.

Vicky’s role in the mission was to go undercover as a member of the gym. She would go into the gym after Paulo had entered, watch discretely whilst the drugs were being switched and then plant a tiny GPS transmitter either into the bag so that the rest of the team could track the drugs to the next stage in their distribution.

Although Vicky was not a natural to attending the gym, she had enrolled a few weeks before and started a program. Her instructor was also the gym manager, a fairly butch lady by the name of Stella. Stella was one of those gym instructors that always made you feel not good enough but always in a way that was so completely polite that you could not complain about them being rude! She was also tall at 5’10” and of athletic build, and could clearly lift a few weights herself.

On the evening of the mission, the surveillance team were again following Paulo. He always went into the gym in the last hour it was open and often did not leave until 30 minutes after it had closed just as management completed locking it up. Clearly and understandably he liked the gym to be very quiet when the exchange took place. As soon as Paulo arrived in the car park, Vicky got out of her car and made her way into the gym before Paulo in order to reduce suspicion. She was wearing one of those bra/crop-tops that are very popular in the gym with grey marl towelling shorts and an ordinary pair of white cotton knickers, white socks and trainers. She had a zip up top to keep warm when she arrived and a kit bag with shower kit and spare clothes to change into and in case of emergency a mobile phone and small automatic pistol. Her shoulder length blonde hair was done up in a tight pony-tail because Vicky had seen that that was what gym ladies did.

Vicky entered into the building and then went straight into the main gym itself. It was a typical set up with plenty of treadmills, static bikes and other cardio-vascular equipment. In one corner were the body building equipment, with several “multi-gym” set ups and free weights. There were mirrors all around the walls and plenty of TV screens and piped in “motivational music”. She was able to review her progress file and watch Paulo entering the building. He then turned to walk into the main gym which was a good start for the mission; everything so far was going to plan.

Vicky then started her first exercise on one of the static bikes. She had removed her zip up top and now looked the part in her crop-top and shorts. The miniature transmitter was in a small key pocket in her shorts. Stella was also there and came over to let Vicky know that she was expecting a little more effort tonight in order to improve. “No pain, no gain” was definitely her mantra. Vicky though needed to start at a moderate pace so she could check out the gym. It was already quiet, a young couple were half exercising half messing around, and Stella was now the only staff member on duty in the gym itself, the other few staff on site would be in the bar area, the pool or tidying up elsewhere.

Then there was Paulo who had moved straight to the body building area. The only other person there was an equally large black man who was lying on the bench that protruded from one of the multi gyms pushing up some remarkable weights. Paulo clearly knew the black man who was called Henry, though he was not known to Vicky or her agency. They nodded and smiled at each other, he was clearly the next step in the supply chain. So all she needed to do was observe the drug switch and then either plant the transmitter in the receiver’s bag or somewhere on his clothing. If it came to the latter then she could bump into him and drop it in a pocket or a more risky approach was to flirt with him and then plant it on him. However she did not fancy the last option, she had never had a black boyfriend or even considered having one so the idea of flirting with one would test her acting skills to the full.

Paulo joined Henry in starting to work out with the weights, with occasional conversation. Vicky could not hear what they were saying because of the loud music, but she sensed they were expressing an interest in her and the young girl as blokes do when they are together. After about 15 minutes the young couple left and so it was just her, Stella, Paulo and the Henry. Vicky continued to pace herself as she knew that she might need to be in there for another hour or so before getting an opportunity.

After a few more minutes Stella came over to Vicky and started to coach her, trying to increase the effort and suggesting additional routines. Out of the corner of her vision Vicky could see Henry and Paulo getting together to talk, but now there was another empty gym bag next to Paulo’s and a moment later the two of them were quickly transferring packages from Paulo’s to Henry’s bag. Vicky thought they were probably in a hurry and had smartly waited until Stella’s back was to them and Vicky engaged in order to do the switch. Finally a package went from the Henry’s bag to Paulo’s, presumably the cash. The men then left their two bags where they were and returned to lifting weights. Everything seemed to be going well so far, now all Vicky needed to do was plant the transmitter.

Stella left her to get on with her exercise and Vicky tried to plan her move. There was a water fountain near where the two bags were so she just needed to go for a drink and whilst the two guys were engaged with their weights she could make her move. The right moment then arrived as Stella popped out of the gym for a moment and Paulo and the Henry were in idle chatter with their backs to their bags. Vicky unzipped the little pocket on her shorts and wandered over to the drinks stand, the transmitter in her hand. As she walked towards the water fountain she moved in a slight arc and saw that the target bag had a small outside pocket and this was slightly unzipped – perfect. She wandered over to the bag and without the two guys noticing slipped the transmitter inside.

She stood up thinking “job done” when she was startled by Stella’s voice booming behind her “what the fuck do you think you are doing little lady”. What Vicky and her team did not realise was that Stella was part of the drugs deal. What Vicky did not realise was that Stella suspected something was wrong by the time Vicky spent concentrating on the two men’s activities and only left the gym in order to spy on Vicky.

Vicky froze on the spot for a moment as the two guys spun round to see what was going on.

“She’s a cop” Stella called out “put something in the bag with the drugs”.

Vicky studied her options. She couldn’t deny what she had done; they would quickly find the transmitter. The two guys were behind her and only Stella was between her and the door – making a break for it seemed like the best option.

So Vicky ran at Stella and tried to push her aside. Stella managed to hang on to her though and as Vicky looked to be wriggling free Stella got hold of her ponytail and the two girls fell to the ground. Vicky got the upper hand for a couple of seconds and got two good punches in on Stella, both in the face.

However the next thing Vicky was aware of was Paulo pulling her up off Stella and standing her up with both his hands holding her upper arms in a vice like grip. He then steered her back towards the bags, her feet barely touching the ground. Stella quickly got to her feet and went over to the Henry’s bag and quickly retrieved the transmitter and held it up triumphantly. “Seems we are being followed” she sneered.

Vicky could see that Stella had a bruised cheekbone that was starting to swell up and was clearly not too happy about this. Paulo asked Stella what to do with Vicky and at this point Vicky realised that Stella was actually the one running the show.

“There will be no one else in tonight, let’s tie her up, no one is going to miss her for thirty minutes. “ Stella walked calmly over to the door of the gym and bolted it shut. She then switched the open sign to closed and pulled down the blind. In the meantime the Henry had gone over to the counter and found a pile of heart monitor straps – these would be ideal as being elasticised they would ensure a firm hold on however they tied the agent up. In the meantime Vicky was trying to wriggle free but Paulo was just too strong and she felt like she was fighting a tree. She was also aware that with the piped in “power beat” music that no one was likely to hear her if she screamed.

Stella indicated to a weight-lifting bench and told the men to lay her on her back and tie her hands to the metal feet underneath her feet. Vicky assumed that they would tie her down and make a run for it, and although struggling a bit did not put up too much of a fight; a fight she would clearly lose against these two strong guys. However she had not banked on Stella being a very cool lady and equally out to revenge the bruises Vicky had inflicted on her face.

“OK, let’s lift up that crop top shall we and see what we have” Stella instructed. The guys needed no second asking and Vicky found her short top being tugged by the two guys, one each side of her, revealing her impressive breasts. Each then started to massage and squeeze one breast each whilst whistling their approval and jeering Vicky’s predicament. Vicky squirmed and wriggled, trying to free herself from this predicament but to no avail.

Vicky was now very worried that they were not going to just leave her alone and started to protest and kick her legs which were still free. The two guys simply took their free giant arm and pressed them down on her thighs so that she could not move her feet whilst continuing to grope her breasts with their other hands. The two guys then looked at each other and in unison stopped groping her breasts and shuffled on their knees to her thighs. The bench was short and with her head at one end Vicky’s arse was perched nicely on the other end of it and with her feet flat on the floor her knees were at a right angle.

Vicky tried to keep her thighs closed but the two men with both hands free simply enabled them to rip down her grey towelling shorts followed by her white cotton knickers. They quickly yanked them away from her backside, over her knees and down to her ankles. Stella pulled off her trainers and then issued an instruction to Paulo. “You go first” was the simple command that made Vicky realise that they intended to rape her.

Vicky pleaded to them to let her go or leave her alone, she reminded them that the building was surrounded but Stella just laughed. “They will not be expecting the switch for another 25 minutes; we will be fine until then”. Paulo and the Henry had let go of her thighs now and Paulo was standing at her legs end of the bench and pulling down his gym shorts, grinning at the thought of the unexpected treat in store. Vicky felt helpless and exposed, she could not move her arms and there she was helplessly strapped to this bench like some kind of fuck toy.

With his penis out, Paulo shuffled towards her, his penis was not that big considering the size of the rest of his body. He easily prised her knees apart, leaving her fully exposed and then leant over Vicky until his still sweaty body was in contact with hers, his face just above her with his permanent grin. Then she felt his penis pressing into her pussy and gradually pushing deeper and deeper into her, she could smell his breath through the permanent gloating grin just a foot from her face. Vicky looked away to the side, but instead of Paulo’s gloating grin she got a clear sight in the wall mirror just a few feet away of her naked body strapped to the bench and Paulo on top of her and between her legs. Paulo was now fully inside her and starting to push slowly in and out of her, picking up speed until he eventually came. She could feel his cum inside her as his big heavy body flopped down on top of her. After a few moments he lifted himself off, still with a permanent grin on his face, pulled up his shorts and stepped away from her.

Next in his place was Stella. Vicky was confused, expecting Henry to take his turn, and momentarily perplexed as to why Stella was holding a skipping rope. Stella instructed the two men to take hold of a leg each and pull Vicky’s legs apart again; she had instinctively closed them after Paulo had finished. Once her legs were firmly spread eagled, each man holding one leg each, Stella knelt down in front of Vicky’s cum filled pussy. She then took one end of the skipping rope and harshly inserted the wooded handle into Vicky’s pussy and started to work it in and out of her as quickly as she could.

The humiliation for Vicky seemed more intense as the first rape as she was helpless and on full show to everyone, and the abuse from Stella was clearly even more personal given the bruising her punches had caused her. Stella continued this assault for some time, when her arms got tired she simply slowed it down and then when she had recovered sped it up again. Other than that, unlike a man ejaculating there seemed no end to this assault.

Eventually though it did come to an end and Stella signalled to Henry that it was now his turn. Vicky was accepting the inevitability of her fate and did not even move the free leg when Henry let it go. She was also pre-occupied with his penis. As he pulled his gym shorts down he unveiled a monster that she had never seen before; at least 12 inches long and probably over two inches wide. He knelt down between her knees and asked Paulo to lift the other end of the bench. Paulo had no problems lifting the bench with Vicky on it to around 45’, pivoting on the feet at the other end. Gravity caused her to slip a few inches down the bench and gave the kneeling Henry the perfect angle to penetrate her pussy again with his giant cock.

Vicky looked down as he used both his hands to pull her pussy lips apart with his fingers and then guide his penis into her. Although she was now lubricated from Paulo, she felt the enormity of his manhood more than the first attack. Gradually he got deeper into her and then started to ram her hard and fast. Such was his force that she was being pushed a couple of inches up the bench every time he pressed into her, her arse squeaking on the vinyl surface of the bench, her breasts jiggling away in unison to his actions.

Eventually he came and deposited an amount of semen inside her that seemed to reflect the size of his manhood; she thought the jerking would never end. But as soon as it had he mercifully withdrew from her and pulled up his shorts.

Paulo then placed the other end of the bench back on the floor. Stella barked out the instructions to the guys, “OK, let’s make it look like we only tied her up and get out of here.” The two guys picked up her cotton knickers and towelling shorts and pulled them back up onto her and pulled the crop top back down over her breasts. Stella took the skipping rope away, washed the end in the water fountain and put it back on the rack. Finally the two guys tied Vicky’s ankles to the other legs of the bench and generally made sure Vicky did not look interfered with.

They then placed the transmitter under the bench and picked up their bags and left by the respective exits. The circling police let them go, they knew of Paulo but as the transmitter was still in the gym they had no reason to stop Henry.

As Vicky lay there waiting for her back up to give up and come to the gym, she was reminded of her predicament by Henry’s cum seeping out of her pussy and into her cotton knickers. By the time she was rescued they were quite sodden.

******

The mission was mostly a failure but no blame could be laid at Vicky’s door. The team had completely failed to identify Stella as an accomplice. Vicky remained silent of her attack, stating that she had simply been tied up. Paulo now realised that the government agents were onto him and had to stop his activities and move somewhere else, Stella disappeared from sight, her references and ID had all been bogus, and the unknown Henry was not seen again in the area as he had to move his supply to another source.