Suzie's SS Spanking Story (2 page)

“The amount of
risks I take,” sighed Van Hect, looking towards her critically as
she slowly got herself dressed. “I would be dead if they found me.
No, I would be more than dead.”
“Well I am dead already,” replied Suzanne guardedly. “They will get
me one day.”
“They will not get you,” replied Van Hect dismissively. “If they
got you they would get me too. And I would never let that
happen.”
“Think you’re too clever?”
“Well I have climbed the ladder this far, haven’t I?” He looked at
her with a look that seemed like longing then shook his head. “I
have much to do,” he said arrogantly. “And you have wasted enough
of my time already. Make yourself scarce, girl, and be sure to keep
a low profile. Your Novan scum eyes mark you out as a subhuman but
if you keep to the shadows I daresay you shall go unnoticed.”
“Yes sir,” replied Suzanne meekly.

“You made me
gush really hard sir,” said Suzanne nervously as she lingered in
the doorway. “I hope you felt me spurt over your cock as I
came.”
“Get out of here,” replied Van Hect dismissively. He wasn’t even
looking at her. Suzanne sighed and closed the door behind her as
she left. She made her way down the side stairs and outside, walked
through the garden and to the little shack built against the wall
which served as her quarters. The shack was small but homely and
consisted of two rooms; the first containing a bed, a stove and an
easy chair and the other a small bathroom. Suzanne undressed once
more and got into the shower. Her whole body was aching all over
and she was seized with an intense sadness which she often felt
after she had gone to see Van Hect.
After she had left Van Hect sat on the easy chair in his bedroom,
thinking hard. Things were not going at all well here in the city
of Loadz. The population refused to be subjugated and until they
were crushed under the Nazi boot use of the industrial resources
could not begin. The problem was all available troops were needed
for the invasion of Russia. Berlin was breathing down their necks
demanding a solution and Van Hect knew as well as anyone that
unless they came up with one and fast it would be their necks in
the guillotine before the year was out.

Colonel
Cornelius Pound looked out of his office window at the sun setting
over London. It had been a fine late summer day and it was hard to
believe that just across the English Channel the entire continent
was engulfed in a terrible war the like of which had never been
seen before. Hard to believe too that it was less than a year since
the Blitz. The bombed out buildings were everywhere. Cornelius
wondered whether they were ever going to get to rebuild. Cornelius
was still a young man at just thirty-four but had been wounded
during the battle for France the previous year and as a result wore
an eye patch and walked with a slight limp. He did not so much mind
the scars of battle, what mattered to him more was that he was no
longer able to fight. Still, he possessed an ability that could not
be ignored and it was for this reason he had been assigned to head
up a special department within the Ministry dedicated to aiding the
resistance movement in Kinkislavia.

Cornelius
turned around to face his team of three men and one woman. His eyes
were immediately drawn to Rhonda Jenkins, his secretary and special
agent. She was tall and blonde with hair cut just below her
shoulders and clear blue eyes, lips that made a perfect pout. She
had a determined chin and was strikingly handsome. He face somehow
seemed to emanate strength and courage. To simply lay eyes upon her
was to be reassured. Provided the two of you were friends. It was
difficult for a woman to rise as high as she but Rhonda possessed
an ability which could not be ignored. Cornelius could not take his
eyes away from her. He shook his head. He needed to think clearly.
A lot of people were depending upon him. “And so to business,” he
said primly. “As we all know the city of Loadz is at this point the
only major settlement in Kinkislavia currently offering any real
resistance to the Nazi menace. What is more they are in control of
an area of their city which is absolutely essential to the nation’s
industry and it is no surprise the place features so strongly in
the Nazis plans. Were they able to overrun the industrial sector
and take control of the nation’s coal production it would prove
essential in their thrust east. I needn’t have to tell you fellows
this is quite the last thing we need. It is essential we back up
the brave souls fighting the good fight.”
“Fortunately we have a damned good agent within the high command
itself feeding us all the gossip from the Nazi high command in the
city,” put in Rhonda. “And the news is not good. The word is Berlin
is finally on its way to sending reinforcements to the city in a
bid to put an end to the resistance once and for all. We need to
strike fast and hard.”
“In short I am talking about assassinations,” declared Cornelius.
“We need to strike at the very top of the ladder and thus remove
the hydra’s head once and for all. To this end we have pinpointed
the top three Nazis in charge of the city. Their names are Lucius
Van Hect, Karl Brutwurst and Gurgen Kessiler.”
“Van Hect and Kessiler are SS Colonels,” continued Rhonda.
“Brutwurst is a General and the man in overall charge of the
operation. Fortunately he’s a complete incompetent by all accounts
but this is not to say he isn’t dangerous.”
“They need to be taken out,” said Cornelius gravely. “A more
insidious trio of rogues I never did see. It disturbs me that such
people could exist in this world, doing what they do.”
“And who is to carry out the assassinations?” Asked Arthur Howard,
a dull looking man with a prim centre parting and woollen suit.
“Our agent on the inside?”
Cornelius shook his head. “Agent Raven is a fine spy but she’s no
killer,” he said. “My intention is to parachute our assassins in
from the inside. And I have just the agents in mind. Strong willed,
determined, ruthless trained killers and fluent in both German and
Kinkislavian to boot.”
“They sound like fine fellows,” said Howard approvingly.
“You’re half right,” smiled Rhonda, treating Cornelius to a knowing
wink.

Cornelius went
home late, just after ten, picked his way through the streets to
his apartment in Islington. He went inside and made himself a cup
of tea which he drank without enthusiasm. He wanted to treat
himself to a dram of scotch but knew he had to be up bright and
early at five the next morning. It was half eleven when Rhonda
knocked on his door. The sex between them was business-like and
earnest, like two people who may not see tomorrow, and this may
well have been the case for both of them for their line of work was
dangerous and assassins a constant threat. Neither was sure whether
they were in love with one another. Truth be told they didn’t think
they knew what love meant. All they wanted to do was their duty, to
see Britain safe and have this damnable conflict done with to a
satisfactory conclusion for the forces of good. Rhonda rode
Cornelius rhythmically, leaning back and holding on to his knees as
she bounced about on top of his cock. Cornelius squeezed her
breasts hard enough to make her cry out delightedly. Their orgasms
were mutual and yet strangely passionless, more relief than lust.
Afterwards the lay together smoking and staring up at the
ceiling.
“You think they can handle it?” Asked Rhonda doubtfully, speaking
of the two agents. “Every time I see them they seem to have their
heads in the clouds. Too focused on one another if you ask
me.”
“You wouldn’t doubt them if you’d read their files,” replied
Cornelius confidently. “Their deeds in France is already the stuff
of legend amongst the resistance movement. Word is after the war
when they don’t have to keep cover anymore they’re to be awarded
that nation’s highest honour.”
“Let’s just hope they do enough to earn the highest honour of
Kinkislavia as well,” said Rhonda.
“Indeed,” replied Cornelius. “But they’re the best we have for the
task at hand. Sure, they have their little eccentricities but
they’ll pull through. I wouldn’t have picked them if I didn’t think
they could handle it.”
“And what of this Raven girl?” Asked Rhonda. “Just how reliable is
she?”
“She’s a plucky soul,” replied Cornelius. “From what I’ve gathered
she’s been able to infiltrate the highest echelons of power
although I have no idea how. I don’t ask and she doesn’t tell. I
can only assume her to be some sort of trusted servant.”
“I suppose we’ll find out soon enough,” said Rhonda. “I just hope
her cover isn’t blown before we carry out the mission.”
“Here’s hoping,” agreed Cornelius. “Still, we should get some rest.
We need to be up early tomorrow. I want to go and see our agents
personally, brief them for myself about their coming mission.”

It was a fine
day the following morning. Cornelius drove Rhonda in the black
ministerial car. Soon they were driving through open countryside.
“Ivy Gainsborough and Kimberley Leeming,” said Rhonda thoughtfully.
“Britain’s secret weapon.”
“And yet both as pretty as pictures and with faces that look like
butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths,” smiled Cornelius. “In short
the perfect spies.”
The two of them lived together in a quiet cottage in the Essex
countryside with a well-kept garden and low ceilings, all very
quaint and English. Kim was a naturally cheerful girl of twenty-two
with a slightly freckled nose that seemed to suggest mischief; long
and flowing bright red hair that cascaded down to her shoulders and
a perfectly proportioned body, of average height. Ivy was the same
age, tall and slim with long legs and wavy black hair; a determined
chin and light brown eyes, high cheekbones and thin red lips that
gave an air of mystery to her smile. Like Kim she was possessed of
a cheerful demeanour and smiled graciously at Cornelius and Rhonda
as she showed them inside. Somehow just to be in their presence
made Rhonda feel happy. Theirs was a happy apartment and the two
girls themselves radiated the warmth of their personalities. Rhonda
often had to remind herself they were two of the best agents the
country possessed.
“So Cornelius,” smiled Kim after a light lunch of tea and buttered
scones. “I understand you have a job for us.”
“Indeed so,” replied Cornelius. He briefly explained the background
of the mission. “How you assassinate the three scoundrels is
entirely up to you,” he said afterwards. “Mind you; you’ve both
proved quite resourceful in the past. I don’t doubt you’ll son find
an opportunity to put your ample skills to the test.”
“Why us two?” Asked Ivy.
“Because you’re women,” replied Cornelius promptly. “And not bad
looking ones at that. We need you to get close enough to the Nazi
high command of the city to strike.”
“You want us to fuck them?” Asked Kim doubtfully.
“Ah.” Cornelius tapped his teeth and looked awkwardly towards
Rhonda.
“It’s entirely up to you how you kill them,” said Rhonda
diplomatically. “If you think you’ll get close enough by fucking
them – or rather offering them the bait that you might fuck them –
then so be it. Sure, we expect they’ll want to fuck you. This is
why we’ve arranged with our agent on the ground to have you invited
to the monthly ball at the Loadz palace.”
“All we want is those three bastards dead and you back alive,”
continued Cornelius. He reached into his briefcase and produced a
thick dossier which he passed over to them. “Here,” he said. “These
papers should tell you all you need about the devilish trio.
There’s pictures included as well.”
“They all look fucking hideous,” muttered Kim with disdain. “No way
am I going to willing fuck any of them.”
“That’s as the case may be,” said Cornelius. “Like I said I daresay
you’ll work something out. You both distinguished yourselves well
in France.”
“Doesn’t feel like we made much difference,” said Kim bitterly.
“They still got crushed didn’t they and we lost a lot of good
agents to boot.”
“Now, now,” soothed Cornelius. “You did a lot of good work setting
up the resistance. In a couple of years’ time we’re going to be
going back over there and when we do your ground work is going to
prove invaluable to the nation’s liberation.”
“I just hope we’re alive to see it,” muttered Ivy.
Cornelius smiled reassuringly and stood up to leave. “You’ll be
fine,” he said kindly. He looked around at the pleasant kitchen.
“You’ve been living together a little while now haven’t you?”
“Since we came back from France,” replied Kim.
“Indeed? Well it’s a nice little arrangement you’ve got here. “I
believe they call it a Boston marriage do they not?”
Ivy looked at Kim and tried to suppress a laugh. “Something like
that,” she smiled.

After Cornelius
and Rhonda had gone Kim and Ivy took afternoon tea together then
went and did a little gardening and pottering around the greenhouse
before coming back inside. In all they considered it a pretty
proactive day. “Shame to leave it all behind really,” sighed Ivy.
“Still, I suppose it’ll be good to stretch out legs for a while.
Life was in danger of getting a little dull.”
“We should really train,” said Kim, a thin smile playing about her
lips. “I mean there’s bound to be a huge amount of danger
parachuting into the middle of enemy occupied territory. We should
really try to be at the top of our games.”
“What do you have in mind?” Asked Ivy, although she knew perfectly
well.
“Hand to hand combat?” Suggested Kim.
“Oh so you think you can take me on do you?” Smiled Ivy.
“I know I can take you on,” replied Kim. “I beat you last time,
remember?”
“Only because I let you win.”
The two of them went into the bedroom and quickly undressed,
stripping down to their bras and panties. Kim looked up and down at
Ivy’s perfectly proportioned body, her firm breasts bulging from
her bra and her long strong legs. She quickly decided she was going
to deliberately lose the coming battle between them although she
was determined to put up one hell of a fight. “Okay,” said Ivy.
“Let’s do this fairly. No weapons and no spitting.”
“What about biting, scratching and hair pulling?” Asked Kim.
Ivy smiled. “Oh you know there’s going be all of those things,” she
said delightedly. “Now I’m going to count to three and when I’ve
done so we go to it, right? The first one to pin the others hands
down wins.”
“Got it,” said Kim, readying herself in anticipation.
“One, two…” And with that Ivy dived across the bed, tackling Ivy to
the floor before quickly climbing up her body as she tried to seize
hold of her wrists.
“Hey!” Cried Kim, as she struggled to free herself. “I wasn’t
ready!”
“Always expect the element of surprise!” Exclaimed Ivy triumphantly
as she dragged her up, threw her on the bed and fought to force
Kim’s hands against the mattress. Kim twisted her wrists and just
about managed to free her hand and clawed up, digging her long
nails into Ivy’s calves and scratching her as hard as she could.
Ivy let out a yelp and gave an involuntary start. This gave Kim all
the leverage she needed to mount a determined counter attack. She
leapt up and seized hold of Ivy’s hair, tugging it hard in a bid to
force her on to the bed. Ivy cried out, seized hold of Kim’s
forearm and sunk her teeth into the skin. Kim yelped and kicked
out, hitting Ivy in the chest and pushing her backwards. Now Kim
leapt forwards but Ivy was able to roll out of the way just in
time, turned around and leapt upon Kim as she landed, straddling
her chest and at last taking a firm grip of her wrists and forcing
them back against the mattress where she now knelt against them.
Kim struggled and gasped but her hands were pinioned by Ivy’s legs
and besides, she didn’t really want to get away anyhow. “No use
slut,” declared Ivy triumphantly with mock harshness. “I’ve got you
just where I want you. There’s no getting away. Now are you going
to surrender and submit to your torture like an obedient slut or do
I have to tickle you until you wet yourself?”
“No!” Cried Kim delightedly. “I know when I’m beaten.”
Still Holding Kim’s wrists tightly Ivy turned around so she was no
longer straddling her chest and sat down squarely upon Kim’s face.
Kim writhed delightedly at the sensation whilst Ivy first
manoeuvred to undo Kim’s bra then reached for the silk scarves she
had earlier positioned beside the bed for this very purpose. She
tied Kim’s hands tightly to the bedposts then moved off her and
stood up, her pussy wet with anticipation. She took some matches
and went across the room to the mantelpiece, lighting up two medium
sized clear white candles before turning the lights off so that
only the flickering candle light remained. She lit two more candles
at either end of the room so that the whole room was illuminated
then turned back to her victim looking up at her from her prone
position on the bed. “So now you are my prisoner,” said Ivy with a
thin smile, bending over to run her finger down between Kim’s
breasts and to the top of her pussy. “And this means I get to do
whatever the hell I want to you.”
“I’ll bet you can’t wait,” laughed Kim.
“And you?”
“Run your finger a little lower inside me and find out for
yourself,” smiled Kim.