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The Adventures of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer
Suzzanne’s Amazonian Agonies
CHAPTER 2
Suzzanne’s finds herself hanging about for a friend!
Suzzanne squirmed as one of them rolled her over with his boot before prodding her bottom with his toe. She knew they where speaking Portuguese as they decided the best way to move her. The biggest man grabbed the bottom of the net and began to twist it round spinning Suzzanne on the ground and tightening the mesh and entangling her further, then when he was confident that she could not move he hoisted her small frame up and over his shoulder his big hand taking the opportunity to grope and squeeze her curvaceous bottom bound by the fine mesh as they headed back from where they had come. Suzzanne bounced uncomfortably along on his shoulder as they walked but she could not see where they were going until they entered another covered clearing this time made by man. The big man dumped her unceremoniously on the ground whilst the others emptied the contents of her rucksack and began to rifle through them. More men crowded round then a smaller tidier man pushed through and began to shout at the men in Portuguese pushing them back and snatching the items of them before they were spirited into pockets. He looked at contents of the rucksack, satellite phone, automatic pistol, survival rations and he bent down next to Suzzanne.
“Who are you?” he said with a heavy accent
Staring out through the mesh Suzzanne said nothing,
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” he asked again and again he was met with silence.
“Very well you can stay silent if you wish but the Boss will be here later and he won’t take silence as an answer, in the meanwhile we’ll make you more comfortable” and he began to give instructions to the men, pointing to an area of trees on the perimeter of the camp. The man bent down again “You can hang about till the Boss gets here OK?” and he laughed as two of the men returned and began to drag the netted girl across to the trees. Carefully one of the men became to cut Suzzanne free from the mesh the others making sure they had a firm grip on her as the net released its embrace. Suzzanne struggled trying to twist and pull her arms free but strong rough hands gripped her. Pulling her arms in front of her the men looped a leather strap around her wrists pinioning them together; another strap was looped around her ankles. Then they lifted her bodily from the ground and moved beneath a low branch. Suzzanne squirmed and gave a little scream as several hands roamed and squeezed her breasts, buttocks and forced their way between her thighs on the pretence of lifting her. Tying the end of the strap around the low branch they released her and she dropped and her feet hit the ground she realised she could stand below the branch although her hands were secured above her head. The men stood back for a moment and she could feel their eyes crawling over her scantily clad body before they moved in again and grabbed her ankles. Releasing the strap they fastened further straps around each ankle and then tied them off to iron staples hammered into heavy section of tree trunk. Again Suzzanne found she was standing and there was no tension in either the wrist or ankles straps although she was not free to move very far. Then that all changed, the small man shouted some new instructions and two of the men began to unhitch a rope tied off to another section of trunk and Suzzanne felt a jerk on her arms. Twisting her head around she followed the rope from the two men who where straining to hold it, through the iron staple and up to the branch her wrists were secured to. As the men gradually released the rope the branch it was holding under tension sprung back taking the unfortunate agent with it. As the rope slipped through the staple Suzzanne was gently hoisted off the ground suspended by her wrists; as the branch moved higher the slack in the ankle straps was taken up and she felt the tension increase, she was being stretched between to restrained branch and the huge sections of trunk. Now the strain was really increasing as the men slipped more rope. Suzzanne grunted, breathing noisily through her gritted teeth. As the branch was fully released Suzzanne was stretched taut as a bow string, every joint straining. “There as I said you hang around and wait for the boss” laughed their leader, and as the men moved off one of them took a final opportunity to grope her bottom before giving it a hefty open handed slap, “AArrrrrrrr” yelled Suzzanne as she vibrated like a G string!. Alone now she tried to twist her wrists and ankles in the straps but she was stretched so tightly there was no give. He muscles quickly began to ache and sweat was soon beading on her exposed skin and this attracted another source of irritation as flies arrived to feast on the salty liquid tickling her face, arms and legs incessantly. “GGrrraaahh” she cried, twisting her body in frustration, dislodging the alarmed flies but only for a second before they returned to torment her.
Suzzanne tried to close down her mind using technique she had been taught to resist interrogation, the pain the heat and humidity and the flies all where pushed to the back of her perception and to some degree it worked until a voice drifted into her consciousness,
“Hello Suzzanne”. It was a slightly hoarse rasping voice but there was something about it she recognised.
“Are you in there? I do hope so”.
She pushed her conscious level up and at once became aware of the tickling buzzing flies and the burning pain in her shoulders.
“Nnnnnnnnnnn” she moaned
“Wakey wakey” rasped the voice
Suzzanne lifted her head to try and see who was speaking, a blurred figure drifted before her as she tried to focus. The face swam across her vision and gradually became clearer “you!” she said quietly then “YOU!” louder as she realised who stood before her, Goldhill “but you’re…”
“Yes” he rasped “my voice is courtesy of you, the last time we met you shattered my larynx amongst other things”
“You deserved it you double crossing bastard!”
“That’s as maybe but it cost me dearly in other ways, you were not supposed to escape, you were meant to be sold on for a sizeable sum and your return to dear old M.I.7 blew my cover and I had to disappear”.
“It’s a tough life” she spat.
“Indeed Suzzanne as you’re about to find out, now I seem to remember asking you this question before , why are you here and how much does M.I.7 know?”
“My answer is the same as last time, so fuck off “
“Don’t be so dismissive Suzzanne, this time the circumstances are not the same, I don’t have to worry about damaging so talk before I get rough!”
She knew he held all the cards but she continued with the bravado “Fuck you Goldhill”
“Very well” he replied coldly
She thought she detected a slight quiver in his rasping tones,
“I see your combat suit is made of the latest bio responsive Kevlar based fabric” he picked up a three foot length of rubber hose, It’s abrasion resistant, rip stop , blah blah blah, bit it doesn’t prevent you feeling pain!” and he swung the hose around his head and across her belly. “OOOOOOooopphhh” the impact knocked the wind from her, he swung again this time bringing it up between her spread legs the heavy rubber slamming into her unprotected sex. She screamed throwing her head back in response to the intense pain, the next three blows singled out her buttocks, kidneys and breasts each landing with a loud thunk, Suzzanne’s body held taut by the branch remained rigid with each impact. Goldhill was sweating with exertion, he signalled to a group of men who had gathered to watch and barked hoarse instructions at them. Instantly they began to drag the trunk sections attached to Suzzanne’s ankles backward, this had the effect of moving her stretched body from vertical to 45 degrees. He then handed the rubber hose to one of the men. Suzzanne twisted her head round to see though she knew what coming. The man stepped up beside her and swung the hose with a loud THWACK across her buttocks. Suzzanne screamed, the blows from Goldhill had been painful but this guy had many times his strength. He swung again and again walking the hose up from behind her knees to her shoulders, after a dozen or more blows she stopped screaming and by the end she hung limply in the straps head down sweat dripping from her nose and chin. “Tell me and this will stop” Goldhill rasped into her ear
“Cut me down and I’ll finish the job I started on you” she whispered back.
He barked more orders and the men began moving the sections again, this time in the other direction until Suzzanne was stretched at 45 degrees in the other plane. A tall wiry man approached with the hose and as Suzzanne met his eye he sneered displaying his rotting teeth, then it began again, THWACK! This time targeting her breasts which deformed like jelly with each impact before rebounding into shape. Her abdomen and thighs all came in for attention and especially her pussy, its contours clearly outlined by her fitted suit, every fourth or fifth blow would impact this sensitive unguarded area and with each strike her thighs tensed as if struggling to close to protect her sex. Suzzanne was barely conscious now and Goldhill had one of the men douse her with cold water shocking her back to reality. He lifted her head by a handful of dripping hair, the water had roused her consciousness but her eyes were glazed and rolled in their sockets. “You’re a tough nut to crack Midsummer, but you know what, this time it doesn’t matter what I do to you, this time you’re just an inconvenience and you’re not going to interrupt our work here”. Dropping her head he turned to the men “I’m going over to base camp, so leave her strung up over night”. The men began to wander away the thin man dropping the rubber hose in the dust leaving the restrained agent to her taut torment; several looked back at the woman’s helpless curvy full breasted form and felt a stirring which could only mean trouble.
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