NUDE AND DANGEROUS (CHERUBIAN & OGION)

[ogion]

The house in the middle of the jungle seemed like a palace. Veronica watched it crouched behind a hedge. The back entrance was just 20 yards away. The gate was open and two rough-looking thugs stood guard on either side.

Veronica's heart was racing. It was her first mission of importance since she joined The Agency. She touched the heart-shaped pendant that rested between her ample breasts, to make sure it was still there. It was a video and audio High-tech device that would allow her to record the conversations of the drug lords of half South America, attending the party that night. After a complex intelligence operation, The Agency had been able to place her near the Stronghold where the secret celebration of the union between the two most important Cartels of Colombia would take place.

Now the problem was how to get into the highly guarded building. She had dismissed the main entrance. She had no excuse to enter. Although it was risky, she feared she’d have to use her infiltration skills to enter through a window, but before that, she decided to check one of the back doors of the Palace.

She noticed that one of them had its doors opened and guarded and decided to watch it for a while. Half an hour passed and nothing had happened. She was about to walk away when she saw a black truck approaching through the dirt road that ran in front of the back side of the Fortress.

The vehicle pulled up at the entrance and two men got out of it and opened the back door. An apparently endless stream of stunning women of all colors and varieties started to pour out. All of them dressed in a more than revealing way, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. The girls laughed and chattered loudly. The guards made them form a line and each of the women were thoroughly frisked by one of the thugs, before crossing the door leading to the house. With a huge smile, the two goons groped them, dedicating more attention to their breasts, butts and groins than to other parts of their bodies. Some of the girls laughed and others grumbled, but they all passed the absurd process. Dressed as they were, it would be impossible for them to hide a weapon. When the guards got bored of one girl, they sent her into the mansion with a slap on her butt and started groping the other. The last girl was descending the truck, Veronica had to act fast.

 

[Cherubian]

That mission had been a disaster from the start.

Someone had somehow picked up a vague rumor from a hardly reliable source that in the past had provided more wild-goose chases than solid leads. Definitely not something to bother real agents with. On the other hand, sometimes those rumors had been true, and if this one were it would indeed be an opportunity not to be missed. So the higher ups at the agency made a compromise. They did not send one of the experienced and highly demanded field agents, instead opting for a rookie. Her.

A simple checkup, they had told her, likely nothing. Just in case it was something she’d been isued regular field equipment, some clothes suitable for infiltration, and that high tech prototype listening device. And a lead to provide it all once she was in Colombia. Hugo Contrello, sleeper agent in the nearby town. His cover was indeed great, no one would have suspected that the old overweight and almost permanently sweaty owner of the run down tavern was an agent. He had not been much of a help either. Besides housing her, providing her equipment and giving her general directions he was mostly busy staring at how her tits spanned her T-Shirt.

And now she was here, her hands clutching the binocular so strongly the white showed on her knuckles. The rumor had been true. The first hint was when upon her approach she just barely dodged an armed guard, only the first of a surprisingly large number to be deployed on the grounds. No one spends that much effort protecting a vacated mansion deep n the jungle. Three hours ago the limousine convoys had started to pour in, and lo and behold despite her rather short briefing she had recognized some of the faces emerging from their doors to quickly disappear through the front door. They were here, they were partying and meeting and most certainly saying a lot of very interesting things, and her mission directives for that case said to try and eavesdrop on as much of that as possible. Only how?

During that mind crushing desperate scrambling for an idea the van, or rather the procession flowing from its opened doors, seemed like a godsend. Were she more experienced in her vocation, reason might have won over the desperation to achieve something, and might have pointed out the risks of the plan she was about to embark on. With her blond mane and light skin she would definitely stick out in that crown of mostly Latinas, only one redhead and a brunette might be of more Caucasian descent. Next was the fact that these women were here for a special purpose, and likely if she managed to pose as one of them … Speaking of which she had no idea where and how they had been picked up, whether they were checked on some list, and a plethora of other complications that might lead to her being unable to give the correct answers in a sticky situation. At least her Spanish was good.

That were not Veronica’s concerns at the moment, though, even if they should have been. Instead she was observing the proceedings very acutely, analyzing potential avenues of approach. Yes, indeed, the men were all on one side of the truck, performing their examinations, so if she snuck in from the other side and slipped around at just the right time that might work.

Not if she still wore her camouflage pants and shirt and her combat boots. Somewhere in her backpack there should be something suitable. In case she had to make herself presentable, Hugo had told her. With quick, slightly panicked movements she began to strip. Her sports bra would not fit any presentable dress, so that one had to go. Her knickers as well, chosen for warmth and comfort and too large to fit under a dress. Only when she finally was butt naked except for the pendant did she bother to rummage in her backpack for that very same thing. And for once Hugo’s leecherousness was to her advantage. That skimpy, barely knee length blue piece with the wide cleavage would not be considered decent in most places. In this case, however, it was the perfect fit. Veronica did not hesitate to slip in, and put the matching pair of black heeled sandals onto her feet. Some water from her flask was used to wash away what dirt might have collected on her face and bare arms, before she gave herself one final inspection. Without the support of a bra her mighty breasts swung rather freely under the blue fabric. Or would have, if they had not spanned it so well. In that regard she easily outdid each of the other girls, and it did not come at the cost of a fat ass. Indeed her whole body was firm and toned and slender, presented quite nicely by the showy dress. She was a bit of a freak of nature, she had repeatedly told herself, since usually the amount of exercise that led to her current level of physical fitness would not allow for such an ample bosom. Satisfied with her looks she was off to the next objective, infiltration.

The balance between staying undetected and making it to the far side of the van before the men were finished was a tricky one, but Veronica made it in the nick of time. Waiting three seconds after the last of the women had left the van she took one last deep breath, straightened herself up, and stepped around the edge of the vehicle.

 

[ogion]

Laughing with delight, the two gorillas finished groping the last whore and sent her in with a strong spank on her butt that made her squeal. They both turned to look at the last prostitute and they stopped laughing instantly

What was approaching them was not laughing matter. The women who had paraded before them the last minutes were all extremely hot, but this woman was something special. A true goddess descended to earth. Both thugs dropped their jaws in disbelief. The fat one licked his lips lecherously. Neither of them had ever been so close to a woman like this one. Her delicious orbs of glory seemed to defy gravity and her endless legs, slender and athletic, seemed carved in marble, ending in an ass with the right size and the firmness of a rock. Both men felt a rush of blood flowing to their crotches.

When Veronica stood beside them, the highest, a stubby guy with a thick mustache, grabbed her chin and forced her to face him.

—What do we have here? You must be really expensive, blonde.

The other, was a burly fellow, but shorter than his comrade, with an ugly scar across his right cheek, hooked his index finger in her impressive cleavage and lowered it slightly, exposing the pink nipple of her bulging right breast. The man smirked and leered with eyes wide open.

—Haven’t seen you around before sweet tits. You one of Madame Katja’s Ukrainian whores?

Meanwhile, the fat man stood behind her and she could feel his breath on her neck and his erection, pushing his fly in a tent, grazed the top of her butt.

—Open them, bitch —he whispered in her ear.

His bear paws slid slowly over her thighs and under Veronica's panties. One of them squeezed strongly on her ass and then began stroking it with rough movements. His middle finger, thick as a sausage, found its way between her tight buttocks reaching her anus and slowly began to stroke it, threatening a sudden insertion.

Meanwhile, the other one pulled down her cleavage, her enormous tits jiggled by the suddenness of the movement and revealed themselves in all their glory. The thug licked his lips and stared at them wide—eyed. At least Veronica needed not to worry about being identified through her facial features. Both criminals seemed unable to take their eyes and hands off her gorgeous body.

—Mamasita! —exclaimed the short one.

He grabbed her left breast with a calloused hand and kneaded it enthusiastically, while pinching hard on her left breast nipple, between his forefinger and thumb, forcing it erect.

—Look at this tits. They’re natural —exclaimed smiling lustfully—. Look, I can’t cover them with my hands.

 

[Cherubian]

And so reality struck back, hard.

Well, she had seen how the men had inspected the other girls, but none of those checks had been nearly as thorough as what she was undergoing right now. Thinking positive Veronica could see it as a compliment. However, it also made it glaringly obvious what was expected of her, and what she likely would have to perform once inside the palace, if not sooner. All in the line of duty.

Sex so far had not played a major role in her life. First there was school and then the training at the academy to turn her into a good spy and agent, which ate up quite a bit of her time. What was left she spent mostly on staying in shape and her secret passion, Martial Arts in its different variations on top of the hand-to-hand training the regular curriculum foresaw. Her instructor had been quite surprised when that unassuming and sexy girl had smacked him around in the first session. What it also meant, however, was the almost complete lack of a social life, and as a consequence little opportunity to meet someone. That did not make the nagging urges go away, though.

She had solved that problem in her usual efficient and direct manner. Her landlord, Roger Chambers, widower of 53 years who had rented out the upper floor of his two story house to her, had not even tried to keep his leery gazes secret. And so she had one evening descended the stairs completely naked, walked up to the perplexed man and matter of factly told him - I have the distinct impression you want to fuck me -. That had taken care of it, and regularly and reliably he had helped her to scratch that particular itch to her satisfaction.

This was different, though, this situation was far from under her control. Still, she could not help the occasional flinch and wince as two pairs of hands groped and handled her body, and she could not help but take in a deep breath as the shoulder straps of her dress were pulled down her upper arms, leaving her upper body bare and her mighty bosom exposed to the fresh jungle air. Despite the rude and demeaning demeanor of the men, this was not entirely unpleasant.

However, she had to maintain her role. And she doubted any truly high class prostitute would remain outside to be nailed by these two. So trying her best to remain calm and composed, and with her head held high, she retorted.

-I believe I have been inspected thoroughly now. I am expected inside. -

 

[ogion]

Both pairs of invasive hands stopped moving instantly and both thugs looked surprised. They were used to women being scared of them and were stunned of this haughty bitch, who dared speak to them in that tone.

Then, the shorter man burst out laughing.

- Did you hear that? -He asked his companion-. "I believe I have been thoroughly inspected" I think this bitch graduated at the Whores University. HAHAHA.

The fat guy behind Veronica, wiggled his finger at the entrance of her anus and pressed inward. With his other hand grabbed her hair and gave a strong pull back, forcing her to look up.

-Listen, stupid bitch, we decide when we're done, not you. Understand?

The one in front, gave a violent pinch to her left nipple and pushed aside Veronica’s left foot with his own, to force her to spread her legs. Then he slipped a hand between her thighs, aggressively. His middle finger penetrated between her pussy lips, brushing her clit.

He brought his face close to hers. She could feel his fetid breath.

-I have a detecting device on the tip of my cock. I’ll use it to find what you’re hiding inside that pussy of yours and in that tight ass.

The fat man behind guffawed.

The man with the scarred face removed his hand from between her legs and began to open his fly.

- Hey, you! –sounded the voice of a third man, behind him.

A tall fellow with sunglasses and a suit, which seemed a bit more distinguished than the other two, beckoned imperatively.

-Get that whore inside and shut the fucking door. It cannot be open that long.

The stocky man grimaced in disappointment and zipped. He grabbed hard Veroinca’s right tit, leaned over and licked the nipple, slowly.

-You can go this time, bitch, but you won’t leave this place before my friend and I have raped your ass till you can’t sit in a year.

The fat man spanked her buttocks so violently that she trembled. The other thug grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. The man with the dark glasses gestured to her.

-This way.

He led her down a hallway that led to a huge room dimly lighted, almost dark. A band played cumbia on one side. The party had started and the place was packed with people, some danced in various states of undress, one snorting a line of coke from the ass of a naked woman lying on a table, another was receiving head from a young girl, kneeled in front of him, as he spoke calmly with another man next to him. A black girl was having her pussy and ass penetrated by two men right in the middle of the dance floor. Along the walls there were private cubicles for those who didn’t want exposition. From them Veronica could hear groans, screams of ecstasy and laughter, above the loud music. The illumination was so dim and the music so loud that Veronica feared not being able to record clear images and sounds. She watched each face attentively, as she moved around the large room, dodging couples, threesomes and groups of more people having sex in all possible ways. Something in the background caught her attention. There was a large cubicle, separated from the rest, with an opening guarded by two sinister-looking guys, with earpieces in their ears. Through the opening that gave access, Veronica saw something that made her hold her breath.

Sitting on a large sofa, a greasy fat guy with a flowered shirt and a thick gold necklace, smoking a cigar as he watched a girl performing a pole dance on a nearby raised platform. Veronica had prepared for this mission, painstakingly memorizing the faces of her main objectives and recognized the man instantly: He was none other than Santiago "mi sangre” Alvarado. The top leader of the Santa Marta Cartel. One of the world's most dangerous men, who had been photographed only in very rare occasions. This guy was the jackpot.

He began to stand up slowly, apparently with the intention of moving elsewhere. Suddenly a strong hand clenched on Veronica’s arm and spun her 180 degrees. She found herself facing a huge man wearing an unbuttoned shirt, he had mussed hair and a shaggy beard, in the darkness he looked like a bear. He smiled showing yellow teeth and she could smell alcohol in his breath.

-You are so beautiful. I'm gonna fuck you until I break you in halve.

He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her toward himself, rubbing his enormous erection, still trapped inside his pants, against her crotch. He buried his big head between her huge boobs and began peeling away her dress. First the right shoulder strip and the then the left and she was naked from the waist up. All the while his lips and his tongue never stopped wandering over her tits with the voracity of a wild animal. So fast that Veronica felt as if his lips were on her two nipples almost at the same time, licking, sucking and nibbling, as if he wanted to eat them. He moved a hand to his crotch and, when she looked down, Veronica saw a big hard black anaconda leaving the cave of his open fly. He grabbed her right thigh, lifted it and moved it to the side in order to make his target, between Veronica’s legs, accessible. She could see, out of the corner of her eye, that Alvarado was leaving, walking towards a marble staircase leading to the first floor.

 

[Cherubian]

Now what?

Veronica could clearly feel the probing nudges of the large man’s swollen tip on the inside of her thigh, slowly getting closer to the prize between her legs and already leaving a small smear of precum whenever he touched her. Not long, and he would have found his mark.

It seemed inevitable. The disguise she had chosen was a near guarantee for intercourse with some stranger, and this time there was no easy arguing out of it, this supposedly was what her current identity was here for. And apparently she was just too attractive, enough so to continually draw lustful attention towards her.

So what were her options? Even if she managed to incapacitate her current suitor without arousing any suspicion, could she follow Alvardo up the staircase just like that? Even in her current delicate position she tried to find a few more seconds to study the stairs, and whether they were guarded, or monitored in some way, as she braced herself for the inevitable.

Strangely enough, the inevitable did not seem so appalling, either. It seemed the whole atmosphere of the room, the casual and wild and omnipresent sex was starting to rub off on her. Combined with the man’s busy mouth on her tits she noticed to her surprise that down there her cleft was already ready for him, moist enough to allow him entry. Maybe this won’t be so bad, after all?

 

[ogion]

With a violent thrust and an animal grunt, the massive length entered deep into her tight cavity, without any gentleness. Veronica was Impaled, her pussy stretched and overfilled. The monster looked in ecstasy.

-So tight, so warm, so moist –he praised.

His huge member began to stab her insides savagely. The man embraced Veronica so strongly that she was having a hard time breathing. She felt teeth clenching on the tender flesh of her right areola, then his fetid breath was near her mouth and his wild thonge was licking and pressing against her lips, looking for an entry.

 

[Cherubian]

Almost reflexively Veronica clamped her mouth shut, her lips forming a straight line as they were firmly pressed against each other. It was the only way she could keep silent and prevent that mixture of a moan and a scream building up in her throat to come out of her mouth with such vengeance that surely the whole room’s attention would be drawn to her. The act lacked any sort of love, kindness, even gentleness. It was just primal lust on the part of the man paving its way, and now she was filled, and despite the utter impersonal nature of the beginning copulation she was loving it. Even more so than when Roger had casually bent her over his sofa.

Savoring the moment she leaned back – as much as the man’s strong grip allowed it – and relaxed. Her partner seemed content to do the work and to pound her mercilessly, and so she was doing her best to enjoy what was happening. Her lips were about to part to let out the first little moans, to vent some of the sexual pressure building up inside her, when she felt his probing tongue. Immediately her mouth was sealed again.

Whores don’t kiss on the mouth. That rule still held, didn’t it? She surely hoped so.

 

[ogion]

His alcoholic breath was almost making her dizzy.

He laughed at her resistance to let him enter her mouth.

-HA HA, it seems this way is closed, let's try another.

He unsheathed his long shaft, grabbed her shoulders, turn her over, made her bend over. He grabbed both her buttocks and massaged them, feeling their firmness, before pulling them apart.

This time, it seemed he wanted to take his time, to savour it.

She felt the head of his cock begin its entrance inside her. Slowly, easing inside her, stretching her.

Her back entrance exploded in a mixture of pleasure and pain. His hands clenched on her sumptuous breasts to hold her tight and he began to thrust deeper and deeper.

 

[Cherubian]

What was that drunk idiot doing?

Veronica had never before been taken in the ass, and in retrospect that had been a very wise decision. Gone was the arousal that had built up while he had humped her with abaondon, her vagina still gaping and moist but now bereft of the stimulating tool previously inserted into it. Instead it had come to that..

As the man’s prick dug deeper and deeper into her her rear was on fire from all the pain. Her mouth was shut firmly, her teeth clenched as she was fighting not only the agony but also the urge to just turn around and hit the guy. She was sooo close to doing exactly that, and only the knowledge that her whole mission would end the same moment steadied her hands, who in turn gripped a chair within reach for further support.

Lacking alternatives for the moment she did her best to relax as much as she could, and slowly, ever so slowly the pain did indeed wane. Hopefully he was done with her soon.

 

[ogion]

No man was capable of performing at the top of his posibilities when drunk and “the bear” was no the exception, soon he felt he could not hold ir any longer and desinserted his considerable lenght of flesh from Veronica’s former virgin hole. He grabbed her hair and pulled, making her turn around in all fours and face his massive, still erect cock, glistering with precum.

-C’mon little cunt. Play with the monster. I want to see you bathed in my cum.

 

[Cherubian]

Veronica felt most of all empty. She was clearly thankful that her rear entrance was no longer sodomized, even though she had started to reach a point where her body had adjusted to this unusual practice and was beginning to draw more pleasant sensations from the unusual and rhythmic insertions. It still did not compare to the feeling of a hard cock in her vagina, though, that much was for sure.

Which in turn led to her feeling a bit let down that after the unexpected euphoria of the first penetration. Ah well, there was a good chance of someone else trying to have her before this mission was over, so better try and finish this one as fast as possibe so she coudl continue with more important matters.

He had demanded for her to 'play' and not 'suck', which she interpreted as the desire for a hand job. Better that way, considering where the thig just had stuck. So her left hand followed the command and rose to make her fingers circle around the engorged shaft, starting a slow wanking motion once it was firmly in her grip. Her pace quickened, and occasionally her thumb flickered upwards and over his flaring tip when she was close enough. Roger had shown her quite a few tricks, twenty years of masturbating had left him quite skilled in this menial task.

Meanwhile her free hand tried to move her dressed, now bunched up around her hips, a bit further downward. The brute clearly intended to unload on her, and his shots better stay on her skin and not ruin her garment.

 

[ogion]

The “Bear” moaned face up, thrusting his hips toward Veronica, encouraging her to continue her firm but gentle strokes.

—Oh, yeah, baby. You have magic hands.

Soon, her skillful hand proved too much for the giant and his big black snake, spat rope after rope of semen. Her mouth, her chin even her cleavage were smeared with the thick masculine juice.

Veronica noticed something alarming. Her pendant was covered in cum.

The “Bear”’s shaft was lowering its head, resting limp in her hands.

He grabbed her by her hair again, making her stand up. He was handling her as if she was a ragdoll.

He walked inside a nearby enclosed area, lined with sofas, around a table, draging her behind him.

He sat on a sofa and made her lie, face down, on his lap. He began squeezing and pinching her breasts with the right hand and started spanking her butt really hard.

—You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? Let’s make this pretty ass of yours, all red.

After a dozen of violent slaps, he grabbed a beer bottle from the table.

—Don’t worry, baby, I won’t leave your holes unattended, while my beast wakes up again.

He licked the neck of the bottle and then he separated Veronica’s buttocks with the fingers of his right hand. Veronica could see him aiming the nozzle of the bottle to her butthole.