The Agency's Best Spy (Cheesecake&Nova)

[Cheesecake]

The room was dark, and she mentally thanked the person that tossed her in here for not switching on the lightbulb before closing the door. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and a large ball gag stretched her jaws wide. She could already feel herself drooling down herself uncontrollably, the ball between her teeth preventing her from swallowing the building saliva in her mouth. She grunted as she almost tripped over something lying on the floor, although not exactly sure what it was. Oh, why did she always get herself in to these humiliating situations?

Okay, okay. She had to start thinking straight. Where was she? She had spent the entire journey here with a black bag over her head to prevent knowing where they were heading, which wasn't much of a help. Who ever grabbed-and-bagged her had kept quiet too, further confusing her situation.

Yekaterina Zoya Kuprienkova, known as "Katya" for short, was the agency's top female spy, known to complete missions were the odds were stacked against her. At 31 years old, she was no spring chicken, but she made up for it by doing what ever it took to get what she needed. Whether it was a piece of information, or to get access to somewhere that she wasn't supposed to. And she did it by bending over or getting on her knees, and sucking every dick that was swung in front of her. The word shame was missing from Katya's vocabulary. She didn't like to think of herself as a slut, more that she was just doing her 'job'.

As usual, the blonde beauty wore a deliciously tight black catsuit, including gloves, formed from smooth rubber that gave off a wonderful, well-kept shine. It exaggerated her rather curvy figure, with a wide set of hips and a nice, spankable ass. There were two zips on the catsuit -- the front one which was closed all the way to the top of her neck, and a second zip which allowed access to her crotch. The smaller zip was useful if she needed to go to the toilet -- or for another, more sexual-related purpose. Her outfit finished off with a pair of 5" high heeled ankle boots, which brought her height to an impressive six feet exactly.

"Mmmmmm!!!" She moaned in to the ball gag as she tumbled over something, falling forward with only her large breasts cushioning her landing. "Ummphh!" The Russian grunted, squirming around on the floor as she tried to get back to her feet. What did she just trip over? It almost felt as if someone stuck out a foot in the dark..

 

[Nova]

Yuri sighed as he watched his new assignment walk into the room, well.. Walk was an exaggeration, thrown into the room would be a more accurate assesment. He thought this subject would have passed the initial test and been green lighted to continue to server her country as a spy for another year without being tested. All previous data had shown her to be more than competant, hell, she was noted as one of the best. But..well...procedure was procedure.

There were no old Russian spys. Once they got sloppy, once they got..lazy. They were a risk to themselves, they were a risk to their team mates and, perhaps most importantly, they were a risk to their countries national security. Male agents would be..reassigned. Sometimes as desk agents, sometimes, if they were too great a risk, they were promoted to glory and allowed to make the ultimate sacrifice to safeguard the safety of the secrets they had learnt. Female operatives...still had their uses. From the age of 30, each year, they were given a test, they weren't informed of course, that just wouldn't do. If they got caught...they failed. And if they failed, they got sent to Yuri. Body and Behaviour modification the official paperwork stated. Most of the soldiers on the base just knew it as the slut factory. Yuri...disliked that term. It had all sorts of negative implications. All he was doing was ensuring that these fine women could continue to serve their country as they had originally wished.

She had gotten to her feet. That was...not helpful. As she wandered past him in the dim room of his 'office' he extended a foot and let her fall. Sighing slightly at how comicaly she landed. How had she managed to pass last years test with reflexs like that...he would need to investigate. "Agent Kuprienkova." he began. "You have been reassigned, as a result of your failure in your recent test, to this mountain facility, code named Bravo-India-Mikael-Bravo-Oscar. You will stay here until your training is complete and you are ready to be reassigned into your new role."

 

[Cheesecake]

Katya didn’t like this, she didn’t like the theatrics of a dark office, while someone hid in the shadows and spoke to her. Clearly, she had been tripped up, and this person was no doubt having some kind of laugh at her expense. However, as she thought about it, she gave a soft sigh of relief that she was in the hands of her own agency, rather than an enemy interrogation camp. Failed the last test? They’ve got to be kidding! I haven’t failed a test in my life! She hadn’t even failed an STD test, yet this clown was complaining that she needed reassigned. “Eeeammmph uh errr?” She asked, which was meant to say “Reassigned to where?” but it came out all wrong. What was the training going to involve? Why did she have to be bound... and gagged? What was with the darkness? There was something seriously wrong, and when the agency wanted to do something, it was usually in their own interests rather than hers.

Once she was back on her feet, the Russian looked towards the direction of the sound. Standing in her heels, she looked like a ridiculous mess. And his thoughts on her reflexes were true, she couldn’t compete with the athleticism of the younger girls in the agency, but her other uses definitely prevailed.

 

[Nova]

Fortunately, he'd dealt with enough women in her position that he spoke fluent ball-gag-ese. "Your new assignment will depend entirely on the skills you demonstrate during your training. If you excel in certain positions then we will do our best to ensure that your new roll will allow you to do what you do best on a daily basis" He reached down, drawing out a file which had her...records. She certainly had a healthy appetite for sex. This was a good sign, it would mean she would likely by slightly more responsive to her training.

Yuri waited until she was standing before standing. He wasn't an old man, perhaps in his early thirties but his eyes were two nearly dead grey pools, as if he'd seen much in his life and it had taken his toll. A small amount of grey peppered his small goatee and perfectly slicked back dark black hair. He was clad in an expensive looking suit and wore it with the comfortable ease of someone who had spent many years of their life wearing identical outfits.

 

[Cheesecake]

She still didn't know what this training was, and she knitted her eyebrows together to give him a long, hard stare as if telling him with her eyes that she wanted released. It probably wasn't going to happen, and it was probably wise to keep a tied-up angry-looking woman tied-up. She was unpredictable, that was for sure, and no amount of reports and documents would indicate whether it was safe to take off her restraints of just leave them on.

"Uhhnn-ie meee." She grunted in to the rubber ball, yanking away at the binds behind her back. She'd been in a position like this a couple of times before, yet Katya had never been one that had learned how to escape from even the simplist of bondage. That was best left to her younger sister, who knew how to untie any kind of knot or handcuff. Ironically, she never had to ever use it, unlike Katya.

 

[Nova]

"I rather think Not Katya" the man said. "I've reviewed your records and your hand to hand record is quite impressive to say the least. Whether your skills are enough to defeat me I am unsure, however I do not intend to allow you the opportunity to test this." He pulled out a small hypodermic needle and, flicking it a couple of times raised it to his eye. "Now. This is a rather fascinating compound, it is primarily used when interrogating suspects however I have found it remarkably useful in the early stages of my process.

He rolled a large office chair from behind his desk to the center of the room, facing a completely blank white wall. "Would you please be able to come and sit in this chair Katya?"