Secret Agent Emma Showdown part 1

"Coach is not here!" screamed Jaina.

Ashley, Claire and Emma crowded around her. "Are you sure?" asked Ashley. They were at gymnastics class, doing their warm-ups and preparing their supple young bodies for action, when Jaina, the youngest and smallest of the girls, announced the news.

"He just called saying he's got food poisoning. He told us to do our own stuff!" Jaina said, emphasizing the last few words somewhat unnecessarily, to cheers from the others.

Soon, the girls were busy doing stretches. Emma was standing on her head, doing the splits with her legs in the air, while Jaina was pushing Emma's legs down just about as far as they would go. Without warning, Jaina put her hand between Emma's legs and stroked her gently.

"Hey!" Emma fell back onto her back in surprise. She tried to get up, but Jaina sat on her legs, pinning them to the gym floor. At the same moment, someone grabbed Emma's wrists. Emma looked up to see Ashley's upside-down face grinning above her.

"It's your turn today, Emma," said Jaina in her babyish voice. "After you tied me up and did me in the ass the last time, I figured I'd dish out some in return..." Jaina grinned. Emma pretended to struggle. "Why you little bitch, wait until I get my hands on you..." she started, but Jaina ignored her and called out, "Claire, could you pass me my bag please?"

"No..." Emma started to protest as Jaina took out a shiny pink dildo from her gym bag. "You actually bring that to-" Claire's hand clapped over her mouth, reducing her protests to muffled whines.

Emma pretended to struggle again, enjoying the sensation as Jaina's tongue disappeared inside her pussy, which was growing wet with excitement... She watched as Claire pulled down her leotard top to expose her breasts, letting out a moan as Claire touched them, teasing her nipples with her fingers...

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" breathed Jaina. She inserted the dildo into Emma's pussy and started moving it in and out. Emma writhed in pleasure, her moans getting progressively louder...

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The phone rang. Emma jumped to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Emma. James here; do you remember me?" a guy's voice said.

Emma remembered; the mysterious guy called 'James' who had saved her from the syndicate in Africa. "Oh, it's you. How did you get my number?" she replied, trying to sound friendly.

"Are you free tonight?"

"Umm... yeah I am... why?"

"Shall we meet at 8, at the pub across the street from your house?"

Emma wondered how he knew her address - how he seemed to know everything about her. "Uh, why do you want to meet?"

"It's important. Can't tell you too much right now. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

Emma gulped. "Oh... all right then, 8 o'clock..."

"Thanks, Emma. See you there." 'James' hung up, leaving Emma wondering what that could all be about.

Stacy came into the living room, wearing a bathrobe, her hair damp from showering. Stacy was Emma's cousin, a year younger than Emma, and the two of them lived together in a small apartment, their parents being perpetually out of town 'on business'.

"Going out again, Emma?"

"I'm afraid so. Think dinner will be on your own."

"Who is it?"

"Never you mind."

"Tell me, who is it? I won't tell anyone."

Emma stuck out her tongue.

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"Hi, Emma."

Emma looked around, startled. A handsome young man wearing a huge trench coat had appeared next to her. "I'm James." He held out his hand. Emma took it, not knowing how to react.

James led Emma to the counter. "What would you like to drink?" he asked her. Emma shrugged. "Anything will do," she replied, to which he shouted across the counter, "Two gins and tonic, Ernie, thanks!"

The barkeep, a stout, bearded man, shuffled over with the drinks. James turned to Emma. "Emma, this is Ernie, the barkeep... He's on our side, and I'm on your side. I'm am undercover agent with the same company as you, Emma, and I asked you out today because we've a lead for you."

Emma's eyes lit up dangerously. "A lead, did you say?"

"Yes... Do you know the shack on the other side of the road? Ernie here reckons he overheard some druggies talking about using it as a storehouse." James produced a small photo of a man's face from his coat. It was a mugshot. "This is Carl van der Beer," he said, to which Ernie chuckled and said, "I'm Ernie van der Beard." James ignored him. "He's an identified drug lord operating around this area. Ernie says he frequently comes in here for a drink. We don't want to arrest him immediately, but we'll follow him around for a bit and see if he leads us to anything."

Ernie nodded, to which James said, "That's about it."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Well, in that case, I'd better be going." James' eyes widened. "Oh no, don't go... Stay a while and chat..." he said, taking her arm. "You know you look gorgeous tonight, Emma..." He stroked her arm gently.

Emma smiled. James was good-looking...

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Emma lay on the bed, naked except for her black lace bra and panties, while James proceeded to tie her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.

"You've a great body, Emma..."

Emma moaned in pleasure as James sniffed her neck, touching it gently with his tongue. His fingers played lightly over her body. Before she knew what was going on, he had wrapped a piece of cloth around her eyes, blindfolding her.

"Hey!"

"Hush now..." He took off her bra, exposing her breasts. She moaned again, desperately wanting to look as he kissed her breasts, touching her nipples with his tongue. His fingers ran along her hips, gently easing down her panties. Emma shuddered as he ran one finger lightly up her pussy, starting from the bottom near her ass, up almost to her bellybutton.

Emma sighed. It was going to be a long night...

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It was almost 1 o'clock in the morning when Emma finally reached home, exhausted. James had certainly taken his time with her, even allowing her to come several times before he finally pushed her legs wide apart and took her. Upon reaching home, Emma was greeted with a scene of destruction.

The door had been forced open. The apartment was full of dirty footprints. The furniture in the apartment was untouched, even the sofas and chairs.

"Stacy?"

The door to Stacy's room had been broken down, and there was a pool of blood on her bed and ropes around her bedposts. "Bastards! What did they do to her?" thought Emma. It was then she noticed a video cassette lying on the floor, on top of a note. The note read:

'If you want to see your sister alive, come to the park at 4.30 sharp.'

"She's not my sister," thought Emma, rage building up in her. "She's my cousin... And they've taken her..."

Emma put the video cassette on. She gasped.

Stacy, gagged with tape and blindfolded, was tied, spread eagled, on her bed. The camera zoomed out to show a man in a ski mask undoing her bathrobe and flinging it open to reveal her tits and pussy. Another masked man took out a whip and started whipping Stacy between the legs. Stacy convulsed with each blow, writhing on the bed, struggling helplessly against the ropes which held her. The camera then zoomed in to Stacy's red, smarting pussy for a moment, which was now being fingered by a gloved hand. Another gloved hand put a shiny black dildo to her pussy, and as Stacy was being raped, the camera zoomed out again to show her struggling wildly as her breasts were whipped.

The phone rang. Emma picked it up.

"Emma, it's James. Don't go."

"James? How did you know... Don't tell me you betrayed me... You traitor..."

"No, no, it's nothing like you think... I knew it was going to happen, so I had to get you out of the house or else they'd have taken you too."

"But you let them rape and torture my cousin?" Emma half-shouted at the receiver, now watching one of the men holding a lighted candle above Stacy's breasts.

"It was not convenient to let her tag along with you, I'd be found out... The syndicate would know someone ratted on them. Please, just... don't go. Okay?"

Emma slammed the receiver down. She had to go.

On the screen, Stacy thrashed wildly as a man pushed the dildo up her ass, while candle wax dripped onto her pussy from above.

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Emma looked around her. No one in sight. It was already 4.40. They were late.

She got up from her bench, and was about to walk around when she saw a man's figure in front of her.

"We've been expecting you..."

"Where's my cousin? You've taken my cousin!"

"Don't worry, she's safe and sound..." another voice said, to her right.

Horrified, Emma turned around, and saw more figures behind her. As the figures closed in, she kicked at the one right in front of her, but he grabbed her leg, just as dozens of hands grabbed her arms. She tried to scream but a strong hand clamped over her mouth.

"James was right, it's a trap," she thought, as the men brought her to the ground, pinning her down. She struggled in vain as her garments were torn from her, leaving her in the same underthings which she had been taken by James in.

"Ooh, sexy," said one of the men. Emma's breasts were cruelly squeezed, making her squirm. One of the men brought out a shiny black dildo. "No..." Emma wanted to shout, but her legs were forced apart and she was raped like Stacy, her muffled cries getting louder and louder until she came violently.

Emma was just starting to think that it was like gym all over again, when she was forcibly dragged off her feet and to the bench. A piece of duct tape was stretched over her mouth as her arms and legs were tightly tied to the bench.

"Now where's the whip?"

Everything Emma had watched on tape seemed to be happening to her now. She wriggled as stinging blows landed on her pussy, making her convulse with each blow. Then she was raped with the dildo again, while her breasts were whipped. Tears came to her eyes as rubber-gloved fingers stretched her pussy wide open, while the dildo was pushed up her ass mercilessly.

"That's quite enough, we still have a job to do."

Suddenly it was over, or so she thought; the men untied her from the bench and frog-marched her to a black car parked just nearby. They nudged her roughly in.

It was a trap, and she was their captive.