The Spy Who Loved Pussy update (Patreon)

“You bastard! You rotten son of a bitch!” Barbie Q gasped. “If you don’t let me go right now, I’ll—“

“You won’t come,” Alex said, looking down at her where she lay.

Barbie’s face flushed. She realized that her usual bravado wasn’t perhaps a fitting tactic, given her circumstances. So she changed her tone. “Please… at least take the handcuffs off.”

Alex smiled at her with quiet self-confidence. “Don’t you think they’ll help? You know—make you come?”

Barbie bit her lip. How long had she been locked up, waiting for this? It might have been an hour; it could’ve been a week. But she doubted Alex would’ve waited that long. Even with this weird cockiness of his—so unlike the nervy boy she’d known in America—she could tell he craved her. It was a mark of his newfound competence that he was waiting to indulge his hunger.

She lay on an untouched bed, in a room that had to be in Imadam’s Marispan hotel-casino. There were windows, but the glass was soundproof. The curtains were drawn and she couldn’t tell if they were particularly thick or if it was night.

Alex struck her as a stranger. Her senses were attuned to him, trying to learn his tells, even though she’d thought she had his number. But this wasn’t the same Alex from before. It made her wonder how much time had passed since Takematsea had drugged her. He didn’t look older, but before, he’d been a boy. This was quite clearly a man.

Barbie was totally naked, without even a sheet to lend her modesty. Not that she’d had much modesty at the best of times, but her lingerie-like costume usually gave her an imposing sense of sexuality. Without it, she felt simply vulnerable. Her sensuality turned against her.

Now all those fantasies she inspired in her fishnets and barely-there coverage seemed like they might be forced upon her, the same way her skimpy attire usually forced men to imagine her to the point of distraction.

The bed was old and classical, made of brass, with high posts. Her hands were cuffed to the headboard, while silk scarves tied her feet to the posters on the backboard. Her body made an X and she was sure Alex was the one whose spot she was marking.

She strained for freedom, horribly aware that not only was she nude, but that her struggles were opening up her cunt, letting Alex see right inside her. She hoped she didn’t look as turned on as she felt. Something about Alex’s complete mastery over her made this feel more like a wet dream she was having than a torture session. He was a good-looking kid—not at all the type she’d mind interrogating her, if only…

Barbie’s train of thought stopped. She didn’t know what would make this torment actually appropriate. Sure, maybe she could’ve actually asked to be stripped nude and tied up… but wouldn’t that take all the fun out of it?

Alex chuckled, his eyes a little wider as he craned his neck to see between her legs. “You and Imadam. I’d ask if S.K.I.N.S. was in the business of hiring total sluts, time after time, but it’s not like Bombshell is that chaste either. I guess something about world domination—either for or against—just brings out the whore in people. I can’t say that I used to think too hard about saving the world, but now that it’s my afterschool job… well, you can see how I treat women these days. You probably won’t believe me, but if you weren’t such a cum-slut, I promise I wouldn’t have you tied up like this. But c’mon—remember that outfit you were wearing? No woman expects to keep her legs together when she’s wearing that much fishnet.”

She exerted herself again, trying desperately to close her legs, but there was no defying Alex’s sick sense of humor. She couldn’t bear the strain of pulling against her ankle bindings for long; she slouched back into the position Alex had chosen for her.

Then she looked up at him, for the first time in her life feeling helpless, vulnerable. And knowing a charge of excitement then that she’d never encountered before. All the time she’d spent avoiding this—it made it a sort of taboo. A taboo that was now being broken, making every moment she spent like this scintillatingly wrong.

Barbie held her breath, memorizing every facet of his face. She already knew Alex, but when it came time to single him out for payback, she didn’t want any mistake. She’d recognize him instantly. She’d watch that face twist with pain…

Alex came around the bed, stopping beside her. He sat down, his jeans only inches from her naked thigh.

“I thought you were supposed to be one of the good guys,” she said, scarlet with shame. “You could at least cover me up.”

“Why?” he asked. “I like the way you look naked. You have a gorgeous body. Are you going to tell me you mind being naked? A bad girl like you? Why, I bet you wouldn’t even mind being touched…”

He laid his hand down on her flat stomach. The heat of his palm was like fire on her twitching skin.

“Yes. You don’t mind that at all. In fact, I think your only real problem is that I could be touching you more… provocatively.”

Barbie cried out when he took hold of her breasts. She looked down at her nipples, watching as he squeezed hard and her nipples pressed upward, showing above the grip of his powerful hands.

“Yeah, I’d say that’s getting to you.” Alex let go of her tits. “Or maybe it’s the fact that there isn’t anything you can do about this. I can do whatever I want to you. To your sweet little pussy, too.”

He caressed between her legs, putting his fingers on her warm cunt and then closing them in a grip like iron. His fingers dug into her soft, yielding womanhood and Barbie screamed, knowing it was what he wanted, knowing it wouldn’t bring any help.

“This is a very responsive cunt,” Alex said, stroking with his finger, massaging her fiercely stiffened clit into crooning pleasure.

It felt tender from all the fear flooding her body. He eased aside her hood and the bud itself swelled against his touch, swooning potently as he ran his thumb along it. Barbie’s lips parted. Moans trailed out of her like little sparks of the heat she felt.

“How hard do you think I’d have to fuck this cunt before you love it?” Alex wondered.

Barbie bit her lip. She felt a charge of want, a yearning for the gentle, sweet touch he was teasing her with. It made her bound the other way—wishing that he’d ravish her, that he’d be cruel, instead of touching her so softly that she knew she’d come from it.

“You may not like what I’m doing now, but soon you’ll be addicted to it. Begging me to make you come again and again. Dreaming of the next time I chain you up like this.”

“Never!” Barbie hissed, then winced as his middle finger speared deeply into her sex. She rocked within her bondage, her ass flying up, bringing her tender slit to the finger that was penetrating it. “You can’t make me come! You can’t! C-can’t…”

“Imadam begs me to stop way better than that,” Alex told her. “She starts off pleading with me to make her come, pleading-pleading-pleading, but after a few orgasms, she starts going on about how she can’t take it, how it hurts, how it’s too much for her. I don’t stop then either. Because it’s not about her pleasure, it’s about mine. I like making her come. She makes funny expressions and babbles like the good little cum dump she really is. But I do worry I’ll break her mind one day, I do. I try to be quick, finishing myself off by fucking her face, but even that gets her off. There’s a point where she’s just insatiable; it doesn’t help that I’m her nephew. She comes so hard when I call her my aunt…”

Barbie tried to pull back, but the mattress was too firm to let her get away from his hand. He let her thrust herself against the barrier, but then his stiffened finger was right back where it had been, probing deeper and deeper inside her.

“How long has it been since you’ve fucked, Barbie? Feels like it’s been a while. I won’t say Marta was a virgin, but you’re tighter than her. And you like being played with even more. I had no idea your little cunt would start convulsing so quickly. I guess you really are a whore. This isn’t something that would get the others off. Marta, Imadam, they resisted much longer than you. Now, I wonder just how much of a slut we can make you, considering the gutter trash you started out as.”

“Fuck you!” Barbie groaned. “You piece of shit pervert!”

“How am I the pervert?” Alex asked innocently. “You’re the one who’s getting off on this. You weren’t dry when I started touching you and you certainly aren’t dry now. I think even my cock will slide right into that wet little slot of yours…”

His finger worked in and out of her cunt. He went into her hard, penetrating her tight and embracing sex without the slightest hesitation. Whatever reluctance Barbie might’ve felt, it didn’t make its way to her groin. She let him right into her and he knew how deep he could go, that she would accept all he entered her with.

The torture was that it was only one finger—not something bigger—something longer. It touched her, touched her intimately, but that was only some of what she needed, not nearly all of it.

Barbie moaned and writhed and strained, anything to free herself from his relentless onslaught, but the handcuffs and the scarves made it impossible for her to mount a defense. She couldn’t escape from Alex. She didn’t know if she would, if her bonds weren’t there, but they introduced a cloud of doubt that was the real torment.

Would she let him finger her if he didn’t have her tied down? Would she enjoy it so much without being tied? What kind of whore actually enjoyed being ravaged? But could you call it anything else when she was tied down, naked, had never asked him to do any of this?

He took her left breast in his other hand, squeezing the flesh hard enough to mold it in his grip. He clawed into it cruelly, his fingers hot as they dug into the yielding weight.

“Goddamn you!” Barbie keened. “You can’t do this to me!”

“But the reason I’m doing it is that I fucking can,” Alex corrected her slyly. “I love the way your tits feel. They’re just the right size to have some fun with. Anything more than a handful is a luxury, you know. But let’s see how luxurious yours are.”

He leaned down and wound his tongue around the stiff, straining cherry of her nipple. Barbie bit her lip to keep from crying out. His tongue felt rough as sandpaper, but that roughness didn’t hurt. He licked her nipple, licked spirals around the slopes of her areola. His lapping was like a file sawing at her, but the pain from that sawing wasn’t pain, it was something else.

She couldn’t think what it was; couldn’t think at all with his finger slipping and sliding in her cunt, smearing her own lubricating juices into the folds of her pussy. She kept jerking harshly every time his finger drove into her, relaxing as it came out, but it wasn’t reflex. Barbie had to force herself to do it. Most of her traitorous body wanted to seep down into the allowing mattress and accept how pleasured she was.

Alex took her desire-frayed nipple into his mouth and sucked it. His lips tugged and pulled and the little peak felt higher than ever.

“God, God!” Barbie moaned.

And suddenly it was over. Alex’s mouth came off her breast and his finger left her pussy. He brought his hand up to his face, tapping the wet finger against his lips. He was no more surprised at how soaked it had become in Barbie’s cunt than he would be to find a glass of water quenching as he tipped it into his mouth.

“I didn’t hear you agreeing with me. Maybe you thought I was lying. I said you were wet as a turned on tap and you just ignored me. Here. What’s this? What happened to my finger when I put it inside your cunt?”

He held his finger against her mouth. She couldn’t turn her head to avoid it. She knew the provocative aroma that clung to his touch.

“Taste it,” he said, pushing ever so slightly that her lips contorted and his moist fingertip was splaying them, pressing into her teeth.