Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature audiences only. Copyright 1999 Wolfworks Entertainment.
Beginning of the End
Dominoe was in a dire situation. She was bound in a stressfully uncomfortable position with intricate knots around practically every joint of her limbs. Trussed on her back on a large satin sheet covered bed, her elbows and wrists were cinched tight behind her. Her hips and back were arched upwards and held aloft by a rope wrapped around her waist and knotted to the canopy above the bed. The only parts of her body allowed to touch the bed were the back of her head, her shoulder blades and the bottoms of the black high heel pumps she was fitted with, while the rest of her outfit consisted of a rubber corset, garters, and sheer black hose.
At least she wasn’t gagged, but at the moment she almost wished she were. There were three young girls on the bed with her that Dominoe guessed were still in their teens. One blonde, one redhead and one brunette, all with flawless skin and model looks, and each doing something incredibly arousing to her body.
The brunette was busy tongue kissing Dominoe’s open mouth, while the redhead was making an eager taste testing of her firm breasts and erect nipples, licking and nibbling with total abandon. If that wasn’t enough to drive Dominoe nearly mad with arousal and desire, the wild blonde was moving her head up and down between her legs, sopping up her juices with her expert tongue and lips while she delicately fingered Dominoe’s anus.
The first orgasm caused Dominoe to tense up and shiver as the three girls continued their assault on her senses. She was barely able to think straight, and when she opened her eyes to look over at the insidious agent who was overseeing her “interrogation,” all she saw was a man who was clearly enjoying his job. Sooner or later, he was going to pay for this.
But at the moment, all Dominoe could do was resist their attempt to break her with pain and pleasure. The best way to resist was to think of something else, no matter how hard.
She began to think back to the days which led up to her current situation.
Apocalypse Storm
The Persian Gulf – One week earlier aboard the Nuclear Submarine U.S.S. Apocalypse
In the dark bowels of the gunmetal gray ship, a group of naval officers are gathered in a dark conference room. Present among them is C.A.T.T. operative Dominoe. She sits nervously as she watches and waits for the captain to finish reading a decrypted message straight from a code machine. Dominoe notices that the captain was careless in tearing the printout off the Teletype machine, and the uneven ragged edges annoy her to no end.
“I can’t fucking believe this.” Captain Storm finally spoke after a weary sigh as he stuck the message into the nearby shredder. He then looked straight at Dominoe and grumbled. “Tell me again why I’m allowing you to lead a crew of twelve of my best Navy Seals on a search and destroy mission.”
“All I can tell you is that this is matter of not only National security, but global security as well. This is on a need to know…”
“Look, little lady, don’t give me any of that intelligence need to know bullshit.” Captain Storm interrupted. “I’m out here playing tag with a dozen Russian Wolf class submarines, and I’m loaded to the teeth with W-88 nuclear warheads. Stealth is all we have out here and I don’t feel like starting Doomsday and World War III because of some secret spy shit. I get of enough of that with the CI fucking A.”
“I understand that, captain, but I have my orders, which overrides both of us.”
“Can you at least give me some kind of clue, so I don’t feel like I’m totally wasting my time and putting my ship in harm’s way.”
Dominoe paused for a moment, and then explained. “There was an unmarked cargo plane that went down off the coast of Pakistan. “On board were a dozen Quake missiles bound for an organization of unknown origin. These missiles were stolen from a U.S. Army base. Of course, I don’t have to tell you how dangerous these weapons would be in the hands of some Middle Eastern terrorist cell.”
Captain Storm stared at Dominoe in silence. His hard face and grimace made Dominoe very uncomfortable until he spoke up. “All right. I appreciate you being candid with me. Tomorrow we’ll rendezvous with the U.S.S. Dallas to pick up the Seals and then we’ll be on our way. But I want to warn you about something. Those twelve men we’re picking up were called away a week early from some much deserved R and R. They are going to be a surly and pissed off bunch of testosterone filled gentlemen. I hope you’re ready for it.”
“I am sir,” Dominoe responded. “Thank you, captain.”
“I just want you to promise me one thing.”
“What’s that, sir?”
“You’d better not get any of my boys killed out there.”
Dominoe said nothing, but only stared into the cold gray eyes of thirty years of Navy experience. Rook had warned her and he was right. Captain Storm was a hard ass to the core. She quietly exited the meeting room to return to the solitude of her quarters. Once there she prepared for a good nights sleep because she knew she was going to need it.
When she stripped down to her sports bra and panties and made herself comfortable on the sleeping cot, she discovered with frustration that sleep would not come. It was always this way before a mission. Anxious and ready for action, but she knew her body needed rest, and there was only one sure way to get it.
Dominoe closed her eyes and tugged the edge of the sports up over firm breasts and began to slowly roll her nipple between her fingers. Once she felt the familiar tingle between her legs, she slowly let one hand slide down over her taut stomach and slip under her cotton briefs. Once there, she played her fingers delicately over her opening, rubbing one fingertip along the tight slit until the moisture allowed it to slide in. Her hips began to rock upwards now, moving in a gentle rhythm as her breathing began to get heavier and her nostrils flared. She bit her lip as she began playing a favorite fantasy through her mind like a film.
She was in a jungle at night, wearing camouflage fatigues and crouched in the crook of a thick tree, she raised her rifle slowly and uncapped the long-range scope.
Peering through the lens, she spies her target, a rebel officer in fatigues of some sort.
She fires and takes him out with a clean headshot. Suddenly, a faint sound comes from behind her and a knife is held at her throat.
A voice tells her to freeze and not to make a sound. She is trapped.
Then the voice orders her to place her hands above her head. When she places her rifle aside and does so, her wrists are quickly bound and then she is pushed forward roughly onto her stomach over a thick horizontal limb of the tree and her rifle is kicked away.
Her attacker is on her now, holding her head down by the hair while he cuts away the fabric of her fatigues. Dominoe is scared and excited all at once. She hears him breathing heavily above her. When she feels her backside exposed, her nipples harden.
Then she feels him, touching her, his hands roaming and fondling, and then the unmistakable sound of a zipper being opened. Dominoe feels a hard hand holding her down firmly against the tree and then the head of what she knows is a cock roaming the crevice of her quivering ass.
When she starts to open her mouth to protest, a hand is clamped tightly over her mouth, and then all at once, her attacker enters her from behind, filling her opening deep with one hard thrust.
Dominoe tries to scream but nothing comes out of her mouth as the attacker begins to ram into her with slow deliberate strokes. She tries to squirm away but she is impaled and held firm by her captor. As one hand holds her mouth shut tight, another grabs her hair and pulls her upward painfully, arching her back as the assault continues with increasing force. She cannot help but become aroused from the invasion of her tight slit, as her hips involuntarily begin to respond by thrusting back to meet his slapping hips.
His grunts are loud and his warm breath makes her tingle with a strange sensation. When his thrusts become more vigorous, his waist pounding furiously while his cock rolls in and out of her, Dominoe begins to shudder with the intense force of her first orgasm.
She feels her captor now responding in kind to her climax, as he picks up the pace, groaning louder now as he pumps away, oblivious to the surroundings. With animalistic intensity, Dominoe’s attacker now begins to heave and tense up as he spills his thick load deep inside her. His shuddering climax causes Dominoe to orgasm again and again, until the two are finally out of breath, hearts pounding and perfectly still as the jungle becomes quiet.
Then he pulls out and leaves her. When Dominoe turns, he is gone, like a phantom into the shadows of the brush. She licks her lips and closes her eyes, and sleep finally comes.
A Rumor of War
The next afternoon Dominoe met with the twelve Navy Seals and Captain Storm was right. They were not in the best of moods. Their demeanor was further inflamed when Captain Storm informed them that they would be taking orders from Dominoe. He then stepped out of the room to howls of protest.
All at once they began griping and complaining among themselves while Dominoe calmly looked over their files to gauge their abilities. Each had a nickname and a specialty. Black hole: munitions. Serpent: underwater combat. Devastation: weapons. Morphine: drugs and medicine. Shape Shifter: camouflage. Napalm: missiles. Phantasm: covert operations. Screamer: hand to hand combat. Darkness: night ops. Ghost: locks. Assassin: knives. Beast: all of the above.
Beast, a burly African-American with a shaved head, was the one complaining the loudest. “You’ve gotta be shittin’ me. We only take orders from our C.O., not from some secret agent bitch.”
“Okay, here’s where we take a moment so I can prove myself to all of you.” Dominoe said with a smile and turned her attention to Beast. “I take it you’ve had plenty of knife combat training? I had a week of it when I went through your program.”
“Fuck me!” Said Beast in disbelief. “You went through Seal training? I don’t believe it.”
Dominoe took her knife out of her sheath and flipped it to Beast, who caught it in midair.
“Not only will I take that knife away from you, but I’m going nick you three times with this one, and you won’t touch me once.”
Dominoe took another smaller knife from a sheath located at the small of her back. All at once the other eleven Seals began hooting and laughing as Beast looked at Dominoe with amusement. He chuckled and said. “That ain’t a fair fight. I’d cut you to shreds.”
“Care to place a wager on that?” Dominoe challenged.
More hollering and taunts from the others as Beast began to get increasingly agitated.
“All right, what’s the deal?”
“I win, and I don’t hear one more word about orders and who gives them.”
“And if I win…”
“You lead the mission.”
“Fucking A, that’s a bet.” Beast said enthusiastically as he spun the knife expertly in his palm. “All I gotta do is nick you once.”
“That’s the game.” Dominoe said as she stepped closer to Beast. “Are you ready?”
Beast did not answer; instead he lunged quickly at Dominoe, who deftly sidestepped his attack. As she moved away with one swift move, she poked Beast in the back of the biceps, drawing first blood.
“Fuck!” Beast exclaimed as he grabbed the back of his arm. The eleven Seals were in a frenzy now, all screaming for Beast to counter in the tight quarters as they made room for the two combatants.
Dominoe and Beast circled each other cautiously now. Then in a flash, the two parried with the blades of the knives, blocking and slashing with furious intensity. When they came to an impasse, Dominoe caught Beast on the wrist with a lighting fast flick of her blade. Beast growled like a wounded cat, and lunged again. This time he was on top of Dominoe like a bird of prey. They locked up with each other, their knives centimeters from each other faces. Beast could not fathom Dominoe’s strength as she held him at bay.
He had the advantage but she had the leverage. She then used a slippery move with her legs and hips and turned Beast downward by his wrists. He held on with all his might, but soon enough, the knife loosened in his grip as he moved to keep from having his arm broken. In one fraction of a second, which the eleven Seals would witness and talk about for hours on end, Dominoe caught the knife, released Beast, and nicked him once more.
Dominoe quickly stood away in a defensive stance, both knives in each hand while Beast grunted and staggered backwards. All at once the eleven Seals howled with cheers and jeers. Beast was defeated and he knew it. Although the others would never let him live it down, he could not help but have a newfound respect for the woman who stood across from him. She was not only beautiful, but she was deadly, and there was hardly a man among them that could resist those two qualities.
When Dominoe sheathed her knives, she extended her hand out to Beast. He gave her a crooked grin and took her hand. “Okay, you’re the boss.”
“All right, let’s go over the assignments. It’s very straight forward.”
The other Seals were still whooping it up when Beast shouted, “All right, everybody, shut the fuck up! She could kick every one of your asses so you better show some respect!”
Finally the Seals quieted down and they got down to the business at hand.
Dominoe gave Beast a grateful smile, and then began. “Here’s the location where the radar pinpointed the target. It’s only two hundred feet under the surface, so we’ll be taking your Sea Hogs down. This shouldn’t take more than an hour, but time is of the essence. We don’t know if the enemy has located the target or if they’re on the way.”
“So there’s a chance we may see some resistance?” Beast asked.
Dominoe shrugged her shoulders and asked. “Is that a problem?”
“Hell, no.” Beast said boastfully. “We’re ready. Right boys?”
All the Seals answered in the affirmative and with no fear.
Ground Zero
The stealth jet chopper, Black Thunder, skimmed over the surface of the Persian Gulf, gliding along under radar detection at over 300 miles per hour. In the cargo hold, Dominoe and the dozen Seals were making last minute checks and preparations of their equipment. When Dominoe received radio communication in her earpiece from the navigator, she gave the Seals a hand signal alerting them that they would be arriving at the drop point in one minute.
All twelve Seals took their place upon the dozen Sea Hogs placed in two rows of six. The underwater vehicles were mounted and ridden like motorcycles, with a pair of rotor blades underneath and fins on either side for maneuvering. Each was armed with four torpedoes. The latest and greatest of Navy underwater warfare technology.
“Okay boys, lock and load.” Beast called into his communicator mouthpiece as the men powered up the vehicles and armed their torpedoes. Soon, the bay door of the huge chopper began to open and the sled like device holding the Sea Hogs began to lower at an angle. The Seals all put on their full masks with regulators, and Dominoe did the same as she climbed onto the back of Beast’s Sea Hog to ride with him.
A red light began flashing above the bay door and the countdown began. Five… four… three… two… one… A green light came on the Sea Hogs were released as close to the surface as possible. Dominoe held on tight as the vehicles splashed into the choppy water in pairs. Within seconds all were underwater and headed down to the target location.
The downed plane was found fairly quickly with onboard radar, which picked up the planes distress beacon. It was perfectly intact and sitting on the floor of the ocean as if it were meant to be there. The scenery was like a dreamscape, floating and surreal as all manner of sea life passed in front and around them. No matter how many times she had done this, Dominoe could never get used to diving at night.
The Seals brought their Sea Hogs down onto the soft floor around the plane, surrounding it in a circular pattern, and aiming their headlight beams at the aircraft to light the whole area up. Then, like an underwater ballet, the dozen Seals went about their assigned tasks, cutting into the plane with torches, and locating the dangerous cargo.
Although Dominoe knew none of the Quake missiles could be detonated without their computer chips, she was still nervous about the operation as the Seals moved each missile casing in pairs, loading and attaching each to a Sea Hog until all but one were accounted for. While the others began to surface one at a time, Dominoe and Beast moved the last missile out of the cargo hold.
Then all hell broke loose. A burst of communication spilled into Dominoe’s earpiece.
All the Seals were talking at once as red flares began to drop from above. Something was coming down behind them. As the area around the plane lit up and glowed from the flares, Dominoe saw what was coming: a virtual platoon of frogmen, at least a fifty.
From their black and gray camouflaged wet suits, Dominoe recognized them as Russian Navy. She thought, what the hell are they doing here?
As Dominoe and Beast moved quickly to secure the last missile casing to their Sea Hog, the rest of the Seals took it upon themselves to fire their torpedoes upon the onslaught of enemy frogmen. The orders were that if any resistance was encountered, the team was to evade as quickly as possible. The Seals decided that didn’t mean that they couldn’t take out a few of the aggressors along the way.
The battle was furious and intense, as grenades were fired from the frogmen in response to the fusillade of torpedoes. Within minutes, half of the Russian platoon was wiped out from the concussion blasts of the torpedoes, which were detonated from the Sea Hogs when they found their target.
The battle went on around Dominoe and Beast, and then half a dozen frogmen armed with knives suddenly surrounded the two. Dominoe took the first attacker out quickly, jamming her knife as hard as she could and penetrating the facemask, killing him quickly.
Meanwhile Beast was struggling with two at once. He ripped his knife through the regulator hose of one to get him off, and then turned his attention to the other. Beast turned the frogman over and over, disorienting him until he inserted his knife above his waist and ripped upwards with one quick motion to dispatch him. He then headed over to help Dominoe and get to the Sea Hog so they could get out of the battle.
By that time Dominoe had taken out another two frogmen. She turned to see Beast coming towards her and saw the sudden look of anguish when a spear suddenly impaled him through the side. Dominoe shouted at Beast and began to swim toward him as his body slowly dropped to the floor of the ocean, and she was oblivious to the frogman coming from behind.
Dominoe felt a stunning blow to the back of her head and then slowly everything began to turn gray.
Altered States
Dominoe was in scuba gear, with a black, short sleeve scuba top and thigh length shorts with blue stripes down the side. She was exploring the bottom of a coral reef off the coast of some foreign country, trying to locate some lost device for her agency. The weightless feeling of being deep underwater was exhilarating, and other than the sound of her own breathing, the silence world around her was oddly comforting.
Her attention was grabbed by an oncoming scuba diver, a man wearing a mask, tanks, weight belt and flippers. She saw that he was an expert swimmer as he glided effortlessly through the deep blue. Once he was close enough, she saw in his eyes that he wanted something from her.
Dominoe froze, and allowed herself to float down to the sand bottom, as the swimmer came close. He reached forward and took her by the wrists to pull her close. Once he had her in his grasp, he reached up to remove his own mouthpiece, and in turn removed hers. Then he pulled her head close to kiss her deeply as Dominoe closed her eyes.
They seemed to kiss for an eternity, until the need for oxygen overwhelmed her. She broke away and breathed from her mouthpiece as the man began to roam his hands over her weightless body. As Dominoe held on to his shoulders, she allowed him to begin opening the front zipper of her tight top, allowing her breasts to spill out before him.
The diver scooped one handful and removed his mouthpiece so that he could suckle her. Dominoe closed her eyes and breathed deeply as she felt his warm mouth on her nipple. While he massaged and sucked her, his other hand went around to reach for her firm ass cheeks and pulled her close to his own crotch. Dominoe could immediately feel his erection through his trunks, and pushed up against him.
She reached down over his chest and stomach to reach into his trunks, grabbing him around his member and squeezing lightly, feeling it grow in her palm. He was looking at her again, and once again he removed his mouthpiece to kiss her.
Dominoe could feel him peeling down the bottoms of her wetsuit, enough so that he could get in between her legs. Then, with one swift move, he was inside her. She could barely contain her arousal as she struggled to get her mouthpiece back and breathe deeply.
She barely got enough oxygen when he removed it again, and then he grabbed her wrists to pin them behind her. As he began to pump slowly inside her, Dominoe held her breath, all at once frightened and excited by the dangerous situation. She was being denied oxygen while her senses were bombarded with sensual stimulus.
Occasionally he would allow her a breath, but only from his own mouth as he sucked his regulator and then forced her to kiss him to give her oxygen. It was torture of pleasure and pain, as her lungs nearly felt like bursting while her insides were being churned by his penetration. This time, he did not allow her to breathe again, only continuing his slow deep pumping inside her until he felt her on the brink of orgasm.
Dominoe began to squirm in his grasp as her lungs tightened and blood roared inside her head. She looked wide-eyed into his facemask and saw an expression of evil satisfaction, and she suddenly knew he wanted her to die having during climax.
Her body gave in eventually, pulsing inside as his cock rolled in and out of her. It was the most intense sensation she had ever experienced, and then she began to fade away.
The world lit up around Dominoe as her mind suddenly burst into consciousness. She felt herself being lifted upwards, and when she opened her eyes with a squint, she discovered she was still in her sleek black wetsuit with her mask still on, being hoisted onto a boat.
Then she realized she was struggling for air, as she felt so vividly in her dream. She tried to reach for her mask but discovered to her dismay that her arms were clamped behind her back with what felt like metal cuffs. Once she was set down on the deck of the ship, she began to twist her head violently, looking around to get the attention of anyone who could help her situation.
Her mouth opened and closed like a dying fish, when a Russian sailor finally came to her aid, pulling off her mask to allow her precious air. Dominoe gasped and sucked as a few other sailors came and stood around her in a circle as she lay wet and dripping on the deck. A couple of them were armed with automatic weapons, guarding her until a man dressed in dark gray approached the group.
Dominoe heard him speak a few orders in Russian to the sailors, who quickly bent down and hoisted Dominoe to her feet after cutting away her tank and removing her flippers. As she was led towards the cabin holds of the ship, Dominoe noticed on the starboard side of the ship that a crane was lifting the Quake missile carefully out of the water. She also saw that medics were attending to the wounded body of Beast.
Thank God he’s alive! Dominoe thought to herself as she was led into a small cabin and bound firmly to a chair. The Russian in gray nodded at the sailors, who left them with a man in a long leather coat wearing dark glasses. Dominoe guessed the two were KGB.
“Hello.” The Russian said in a thick accent. “My name is Sergei. This is Stanislav.”
Dominoe said nothing, only catching her breath and breathing deeply through her nose.
“What is your name?” Sergei asked as he sat on a chair directly in front of Dominoe.
All Dominoe could concentrate on was Beast. She had seen him take a spear to his side. Already her mind was churning on how to get herself and Beast out of this situation.
“I don’t think she wants to talk.” Stanislav spoke up in Russian. Versed in many languages, Dominoe had the advantage of knowing what they were saying, even if they might have guessed that she knew their language.
“What do you think?” Sergei asked his fellow agent. “Is she CIA?”
“Probably.”
“Why send CIA with Navy to find stolen missiles?” Sergei asked.
“Let’s find out.” Stanislav said as he opened his coat and took out a small leather pouch. He opened it up and lay it open on the table nearby, and Dominoe’s heart sunk as she recognized the vials and hypodermics of what was most likely truth serum.
As soon as Stanislav began to inject the needle into the vial, Dominoe closed her eyes and began what was a standard agency anti-interrogation technique. She used her mind to quickly begin shutting her senses down and put herself into a coma-like state.
By the time Stanislav injected the serum into her, Dominoe was out, her head lowered down to her chest and completely limp in the chair.
When Stanislav and Sergei both tried to awaken her, they were mildly stunned to discover Dominoe was totally unresponsive, even to gentle jabs with a sharp knife.
“Incredible.” Sergei exclaimed.
“I’ve heard of this before.” Stanislav announced. “American intelligence field agents able to shut their body down to resist torture. I never seen it done until now.”
“What do we do now?”
“We take her to port in Pakistan. We have a place where there is a drug to counter this.”
Black Rain
When Dominoe awoke, her heart seemed like it was about to burst. She had no idea that her body was injected with a KGB formula of adrenaline and various other stimulants to awaken her from her self-induced coma. She could feel her chest pounding rapidly as she breathed in short gasps.
“I told you the Black Rain would work.” Stanislav told his fellow agent Sergei, as they both stood over Dominoe while she gasped and twisted, strapped down on a stainless steel table wearing only her sports bra and briefs. A rubber ball was held in place between her teeth with another strap across her face.
“Now that she’s awake, I’ll try talking to her again.” Sergei announced as he removed the strap and ball from her mouth.
Just the small contact with Sergei’s fingertips made Dominoe feel like her body was being shocked by low voltage electricity, and her body tensed and arched up against the straps. She was not in any serious pain, but all her senses seemed as if they were turned up to maximum settings. The effect that most troubled her was a tingling in her crotch and erect nipples as they poked out through her bra. She was unbelievably aroused. Her body felt like one entire sensitive nerve ending.
“Are you ready to talk?” Sergei asked Dominoe as she squirmed on the table.
Dominoe did not answer, only closing her eyes to try and shut down her body again.
“That will not work again, I’m afraid.” Sergei informed her. “You will be wide awake for the next twenty four hours or so.”
Dominoe discovered it was true, and resigned herself to the fact that she was now completely at their mercy. She knew she could take them both out easily if she were free, but even the metallic straps were unforgiving as she strained against them.
“So, you’re the expert, Stanislav.” Sergei told his partner. “How shall we make her talk?”
“Cutting.” Stanislav said matter-of-factly.
“No…No…No… You always want to cut.” Sergei said as he shook his head. “Besides, it’s too messy, and the screaming gives me a headache. Besides, I would hate to mark such a beautiful angel.”
“Water…Electricity.” Stanislav suggested.
“Hmmm. Maybe there is another way.” Sergei said as he replaced the ball gag in Dominoe’s mouth and then went to a phone and dialed. Dominoe strained to hear his conversation, but he spoke too softly for her to hear.
“Who did you call?” Stanislav asked as Sergei hung up the phone.
Sergei smiled and said only, “Some interrogators.”
Operation Archangel
On board the U.S.S. Apocalypse, Captain Storm and the remaining eleven Seals are gathered in a meeting room. With the group is C.A.T.T. field operative Rook.
“Satellite tracking has followed the Russian vessel to a port along the Pakistani coast.” Captain Storm informed the group. “Aerial photos reveal the two were taken to this military training camp compound.”
“Our intelligence has informed us that this is a KGB run camp for training the Pakistani military. Rumor has it they’re about to take over control of the government” Rook spoke up. “The Quake missile is there as well.”
“We have to move fast of course.” Storm continued. “There’s no reason to believe our people aren’t still alive and most probably undergoing torture and interrogation. The last Quake is also located there, and no telling how long they’ll keep it in one place. Now, as part of Operation Archangel, you boys will have to retrieve that missile as well…”
“There’s been a slight change of plans on that account.” Rook interrupted.
“Excuse me?” Storm asked with a stunned look.
“Our orders are to detonate the missile in that camp after retrieving our people.”
“Are you shitting me?” Storm growled as he chewed on his cigar.
“No.” Rook said. “C.A.T.T. has determined that this camp poses a deadly threat to the United States as well as Europe, not to mention relations between Pakistan and India.”
“Are you telling me you want to nuke one radial mile of the Pakistani coastline?” Storm asked the stone-faced agent. “How in the hell are the spin doctors going to explain this?”
“Easy.” Rook said without skipping a beat. “Everyone knows Pakistan is testing nuclear weapons. This will be considered an accident.”
“Now I’ve heard it all.” Storm said as he rolled his eyes and shook his head. After a deep sigh, he continued. “All right, let’s go over the operation. Time is of the essence here.”
The End of the Beginning
It didn’t seem to do any good for Dominoe to recount this particular mission in her head. She was right back where she started, bound in a rubber corset, garters, hose and black pumps, bound uncomfortably on a bed while three creamy skinned teens did a number on her. What’s worse, the Black Rain drug that Sergei had injected her with only enhanced a hundred fold the teasing sensation with which she was being bombarded with by her three enthusiastic “interrogators.”
Dominoe had already experienced multiple orgasms, and the girls only seemed to want her to come again and again. She had never been tortured in such a manner, and C.A.T.T. had never prepared her for anything like this. Her clitoris and nipples could only take so much of their stimulation, and she bit hard on her lip and groaned as they continued while Sergei and Stanislav looked on with great pleasure.
“It doesn’t look like she will be able to take much more of this.” Sergei whispered to his comrade, who nodded in agreement.
“But maybe we should hurry the process.” Stanislav suggested.
“What do you have in mind?” Sergei asked.
Stanislav went to a cabinet and removed a strap on dildo and held it up, as if looking for Sergei’s approval. Sergei smiled widely and nodded. Stanislav then went to the blonde who was busy eating out Dominoe’s sopping wet opening, and handed her the large dildo.
The blonde looked up at Stanislav from her cunnilingus and grinned widely, taking the tool eagerly and strapping it on. Dominoe looked up to see what was happening and her eyes went wide with dismay. She thought, oh god, no, not that!
Oceans Eleven
Assassin, Serpent, Devastation, Morphine, Shape Shifter, Napalm, Phantasm, Screamer, Darkness, Ghost and Black Hole, all came from the sea in the dark of night along the coast. Dressed in dark scuba gear and equipped with night vision goggles, they gave the appearance of alien invaders as they changed from flippers to boots and unwrapped their arsenal of weapons from plastic sheaths within seconds.
Whispered commands were emitted through earplug communications, and soon Operation Archangel and the eleven Seals were on their way to search and rescue. Assassin and Screamer were the first to encounter a pair of beach patrols, and the two, armed soldiers were taken out silently. The others knew it would only be a matter of time until the rest of the compound would know of their impending attack, so they moved swiftly toward the outer fences of the compound.
Darkness signaled to the others that he had encountered a laser detection system a few clicks from the compound; so much for a stealth operation. The others began to lock and load and picked out individual targets to hit from their position. They would fire at once and then charge the compound, hitting it with everything they brought.
When the signal went down, ten of the Seals took out their targets with automatic weapons fire while Napalm had set up his mortar to begin firing small rockets at the compound to cause as much confusion as possible.
Within seconds, the compound lit up like a Christmas tree, with horns going off and flares erupting to light up the night sky in a red phosphorous nightmare. The Seals moved liked wraiths, hiding and firing, taking out the resistant guards as they poured from the compound barracks. Shape Shifter and Serpent teamed to locate the building where Dominoe was being held while Devastation and Phantasm went to locate the Quake. The rest kept the stunned residents of the compound busy with a devastating firefight.
The blonde had deeply penetrated Dominoe, and was currently fucking her hard with the strap-on dildo as the tormented agent’s body was wracked again by an intense orgasm.
“Unnnnnnnnnnh!” Dominoe groaned as the brunette and redhead each licked and kissed her mouth and breasts while the blonde rode her hard in her bound position.
Sergei and Stanislav were so enthralled by the scene and Dominoe’s screams of ecstasy, that they barely noticed the commotion outside. Suddenly a guard burst through the door shouting in Russian. “We’re under attack!”
The guard exited as quickly as he had come in and all at once, the building around them shook, as the unmistakable thump of mortar fire went off outside.
“Quickly! Untie her! We must leave immediately!” Sergei commanded as he shoved the teenage girl’s aside and began cutting loose the ropes binding Dominoe.
It was Sergei’s last mistake. As soon as her bonds were cut, Dominoe was on him like a serpent, grasping his wrist and twisting the knife out of his hand. Stanislav watched in shock, and then began to remove a weapon from his jacket. He barely got his fingers on the grip when Dominoe sent Sergei’s blade whizzing straight into his carotid artery.
Stanislav gurgled while he clutched his neck as ravines of blood spilled through his fingers. Meanwhile, Sergei gained his balance and grabbed Dominoe’s hand in his. With one swift motion, Dominoe turned his hand in a clockwise motion until his arm was facing upward. Then she turned her wrist up with a hard jerk, and Sergei screamed when his elbow tendons snapped in the opposite way in which they were intended.
Dominoe ended his misery by ramming the heel of her palm into his chin hard enough to snap his neck, dropping him into a crumpled heap on the floor. When the three young girls saw this, they backed away, cowering in fear, while quickly Dominoe stripped off the bondage outfit and located her scuba suit. After she zipped it up, she retrieved the Glock pistol, which Stanislav was about to use on her, and pumped a bullet into his skull. Then she was out the door in a flash, promptly running into two allies.
Shape Shifter and Serpent yelled at Dominoe to follow them as bullets, flares and tracers went up all around them.
“Where’s Beast?” Serpent asked Dominoe.
“He’s in the infirmary.” Dominoe answered. “Let’s go. This way.”
Dominoe led the two Seals on the assault of the heavily armed medical building. The deadly agent took on guard after guard while the Seals did the same, while watching in admiration and awe, until they finally reached the room where Beast was quartered.
“Are you mother fuckers looking for me?” Came a voice from the bed as they found the Seal strapped to a bed, his puncture wound prepped and bandaged.
“Fucking A! Hell yeah!” Shape Shifter exclaimed as he released the fellow Seal, who looked none the worse for wear as he leapt up and slammed knuckles with the others.
“Are you all right?” Dominoe asked as they began to move.
“Just a flesh wound.” Beast said grimly. “Hand me a fucking weapon. I’m going to put a world of hurt on these bitches.”
Serpent gave Beast his machine pistol, and the three of them began to converge with the others on a small warehouse type building. The firefight was still going on, but as time wore on, there was less and less resistance, as Dominoe and the Seals made short work of the bleary-eyed Pakistani and Russian military personnel.
At the warehouse, Devastation and Phantasm were busy arming the Quake missile with a computer chip as dead and bleeding guards lay around them.
“Okay. We got ten minutes starting from now…” Phantasm said as he punched in the computer code, and hit the LED timer on his wrist watch.
Just as the last of the gunfire and explosions were coming to a close, the remaining Seals converged in an open area lit a green flare as the whirring sound of a black jet copter appeared out of the night sky and dropped six lines. The Seals grabbed the lines in pairs, and Dominoe grabbed on to the last line with Morphine and Beast, since he had none of the equipment as the others and was the lightest.
As they were pulled up into the sky, Devastation punched his detonator, which leveled many of the surrounding buildings with explosives to make sure their exit was as clean as possible. By that time, many of the military personnel were either dead or running in the opposite direction.
The chopper, Black Thunder, reeled in the seals and then put on the afterburners, jetting away from the coast to rendezvous with the U.S.S Apocalypse. Ten minutes after they left, a thump was heard in the distance, and Dominoe looked out across the sea to see an enormous white-hot mushroom cloud erupt on the coastline of Pakistan miles away.
Epilogue
Dominoe met with Rook for debriefing after receiving congratulations from Captain Storm for a job well done.
“He’s not as bad as you said.” Dominoe said as she straightened an errant hair on Rook’s forehead, referring to the blunt captain.
“That’s because you look like a super model.” Rook said with a shake of his head. “He always liked beautiful women.”
“Is that right?” Dominoe asked with a winsome smile and arch of her eyebrow that broke Rook’s heart completely in two.
“I’ve got good news and bad news.” Rook said as he tried to look past the infuriating distraction of her beauty.
“Give me the good news first.” Dominoe said with a sigh.
“The good news is that your Russian interrogator was on our list of targets.”
“You’re kidding.” Dominoe said in surprise.
“No. I’m surprised he didn’t recognize you from the party at Savan’s. Must have been busy with one of Savan’s whores. He received one of those special packages intended for the Russian Premier, but he kept it for himself. Can you imagine that?”
“So who was he?” Dominoe asked as she looked at his photo from the file.
“A KGB officer.” Rook told her. “Training the Pakistani military for a government coup.”
“Okay…” Dominoe said with a pause. “And what’s the bad news?”
“We have a twelve hours to get to Egypt for your next mission.” Rook said.
“Well, that gives me enough time to party with the Seals for a couple of hours, and then get some sleep.” Dominoe said.
“Party with the Seals?” Rook looked up as Dominoe arose from the table.
“Yes. The guys want to give me a little going away party.”
Rook laughed and said. “You must have made a quite an impression on them.”
“I always make an impression.” Dominoe said with one last smile before she left.
THE END