The stripper had been bribed and was long gone. The three
chefs were tied up and dumped into a laundry van that wouldn't stop till it hit Seattle. Now all
she had to do was get inside the cake and then surprise the venerable Mr. Duchandu with a double
Uzi salute. That was the part she wasn't sure on. "Why do I have to get in the cake?" she asked her
very temporary partner, Bethany Taylor. Bethany smiled, and that bothered Amy all the more. This
mission had sucked from the beginning. Amy's employers, Paragon Industries, were terrified of Mr.
Dudanchu, a wealthy entrepreneur who was famous for his ruthless marketing tactics. Recently, Mr.
Duchandu had decided to move into the American wireless market. Rather than compete with the
sinister and mysterious Japanese man, Amy's bosses decided just to kill him. That was when it got
complicated, because apparently Bethany's employers, Diligent Enterprises, wanted to kill him too.
They contacted Amy's bosses, and the next thing Amy knew, she was ordered to cooperate with the
busty blonde to ensure Mr. Duchandu's death. One week later, Amy found herself getting ready to
hide inside a stripper's cake. "You have to get in the cake because you're better at hitting
multiple targets," Bethany explained. "You'll wipe out most of his guards when you jump out, and
I'll hit him with the sniper rifle while they are distracted. Besides, the outfit is in your size."
Amy had to agree with her there. The stripper they bribed was as flat chested as Amy, and the red
Lycra bra was extremely tight. The red Lycra hot pants were a good fit although she had a short
argument with Bethany over Amy's diamond studded garters. "The garter really don't match," Bethany
criticized. "They're black, and the diamond studs are much too classy for that look." "They stay,"
Amy said curtly as she climbed into the cake. "Why don't we just put a bomb in the cake?" Bethany
shook her head. "Mr. Duchandu has survived seven bombing attempts despite being present at every
explosion. No one knows how he does it, which is why we're going to put a bullet in his head. Let's
see if he walks away from that." Bethany handed her the Uzis and then closed the lid on the cake.
The brunette agent was cramped inside the cake, but she knew that soon she would get all the
stretching she could ask for as she dodged bullets and delivered death to an unsuspecting party. It
wasn't easy assassinating a major billionaire while wearing tacky Lycra, but then, that was why
they paid agents like Amy the major paychecks. She fantasized about the set of Stradivarius guitars
she was going to buy this week. One thought troubled her. "What does it matter who wears the
costume? As soon as they see me, I'm going to be shooting at them." ~~~ Bethany left Amy a little
surprise and then continued onto her real mission. The blonde left the kitchen and side stepped
into an elevator. As she ascended to the twentieth floor, Bethany thought about her real reason for
being here. Her employers, Diligent Enterprises, desired to own an ancient sword owned by Mr.
Duchandu. The Pink Sword of Endurance was legendary, having been owned by a long line of warlords.
It was said that whoever wielded the sword would know everlasting success, and in Bethany's line of
work, such unusual claims were not to be lightly dismissed. Bethany didn't know if the sword was
magical, all she knew was that her bosses wanted it. That was enough for Bethany. It was sheer
genius to approach Paragon Industries and suggest cooperation. While Amy got herself killed in a
distraction, Bethany could steal the sword from its pedestal. For fifty years the Pink Sword had
rested on the twentieth floor. It might make for a cool story, but it also made it terribly easy
for a thief to find. Some days it was easy to steal an ancient sword from a millionaire but they
still paid industrial agents like Bethany ridiculous amounts of money for her talents. Bethany
checked her gun while daydreaming about the antique biplane she was planning to buy. The money was
as good as her's. The elevator opened into a freakishly long corridor. Solid steel lined the walls
of the corridor yet the floor was paneled in oak. A hundred feet away, a lone man stood in front of
a marble pedestal. The man was blocking Bethany's view of the pedestal, but she knew that is must
hold the Pink Sword of Endurance. The man was dressed in black and had his head bowed. Two swords
hung from his belt. Bethany raised her gun and walked slowly. She was not expecting this. There
were no security doors, no apparent traps and nothing with a lock on it. Bethany couldn't believe
that Mr. Dudanchu would leave his prize possession literally a hundred feet away from the elevator.
"Oh well," Bethany thought. "I'm not complaining." She fired at the man with her trusty Giffonwing.
The man pulled a sword from its sheath and quickly raised it to his chest. Bethany heard the bullet
ricochet from the sword and sink into the wood floor. The man didn't even look up from the ground.
Bethany was not deterred. She kept firing as she continued walking. Bullet after bullet she sent
towards the man and he deflected every one of them. Only when Bethany was out of bullets did he
look up at her and when he did, his mouth opened in shocked pleasure. As worried as Bethany was,
she couldn't help smile at his surprise. She wasn't dressed like your normal thief. Bethany was
wearing tight black leather pants that clung to her hips and legs but it wasn't her legs he was
looking at. His eyes were riveted on her massive cleavage, rising up from the confines of her black
tube top. Black mirror shades adorned her face while her long blonde hair hung freely around her
face. She looked good, and Bethany knew how to use it. "That's a long sword you have there," she
said with a smile. The man shifted uncomfortably. Bethany examined him, and was surprised to see he
was barely over twenty. His black hair was shiny and long, pulled back into a severe ponytail.
Muscles rippled under his white ki, and she noted with a smile that a bulge was already apparent
under his pants. He was cute too. "Prepare to die, thief," the man said. He walked forward holding
his sword before him. Light glinted from the sharp edge. "But I don't have a sword," Bethany
pouted. "I didn't have a gun," the man countered. Bethany shrugged. "Fine, kill me while I am
unarmed or fight me like a man by giving me a weapon." The man paused. He threw his sword towards
her, and drew his second blade. Bethany grabbed the sword in the air and executed a perfect
Swan-in-Repose. "It's been awhile since I've used a blade," she said. "I'll try to make your death
painless but I am out of practice." This time, the man smiled. ~~~ Her watch went off, letting Amy
know it was time to spring from the cake. She slammed the lid up and stood up, Uzis ready to kill.
She nearly shrieked when she saw almost a hundred guns drawn and waiting for her. They did not look
surprised. They also looked related. "Wait, young lady," an old man said from his throne. Amy
recognized Mr. Duchandu, a frail wisp of a man who looked like his pink robe was smothering him. He
bore a striking resemblance to all of the men in the room, and Amy realized the man's sons
surrounded her. His throne was decorated with gems and a few human skulls. Amy had a feeling that
the skulls were real. "Look at the icing on the cake," Mr. Duchandu advised. Amy looked. There was
white icing on the pink cardboard cake, and the icing said "Warning, Assassin inside." "That
bitch!" Amy cursed. Mr. Duchandu nodded. "It appears you have been betrayed. Now, I realize that
assassins are just doing their jobs, so I bear you no ill will. However, this is my birthday, and I
have turned a hundred and twenty. I feel I am owed something for my troubles." Amy lowered her
guns, and Mr. Duchandu's sons lowered theirs. "What do you mean?" Amy asked. She reached up and
freed her long brown hair from its bun. A good agent always knows when to let her hair down and try
to seduce the ancient geezer. "It is only fair that you perform the job of the young lady you
replaced," Mr. Duchandu said. "Do this, and I will spare your life. Refuse and you will endure the
challenge of the Dragon's Clit. It's my favorite party game." Amy laughed. "You want me to strip
and you'll spare my life?" Mr. Duchandu laughed, a sound like two bones knocking together. "Strip?
Goodness, no. We hired a whore. If you suck every one of my sons, and then me, then you will have
fulfilled your duty." Amy stopped laughing. She looked and did a quick head count. There were
eighty men there. "I'm an assassin, not a whore," Amy said proudly. "What is this Dragon's Clit
Challenge you mentioned?" Mr. Duchandu smiled and clapped his hands. "Excellent, it's been too long
since we've played that game. In short, you must escape a perilous situation or die. If you escape,
you get to live." "That's all?" Amy asked. "That doesn't sound fair. I'm in a perilous situation
now. I should just shoot you and take my chances with escaping. At least I will get my mission done
that way." Mr. Duchandu looked concerned. "You would die." Amy looked unconcerned. "The mission
would be completed." "Humor an old man, why do you want me killed?" Mr. Duchandu asked. "To keep
you out of the wireless market in America," Amy answered. "Then I will make you a deal," Mr.
Duchandu offered. "Survive the challenge of the Dragon's Clit, and I will withdraw from that market
forever. Fair enough?" "And my life?" Amy asked. "Curses! Yes, your life as well," Mr. Duchandu
said. "Bring it on," Amy told him. She wished she were as confident as she sounded. ~~~ Bethany was
sweating. The man was good, almost supernatural with his sword. It took everything the blonde had
to keep up with him. The sounds of parries, thrusts and swings echoed off of the steel walls as
they fought. It wasn't helping Bethany that the man was so damn cute. Dimples appeared on the man's
face every time he smiled and as they fought, he smiled more and more. It came as a huge surprise
to the man when Bethany won. She disarmed the man and his sword flipped end over end until it
stabbed the floor. The man looked at Bethany in shock, and Bethany looked at him in equal shock.
Her sword came up to his throat and she pointed to the ground. He obediently lay down. Bethany
straddled him, her sword still at his throat. "What's your name?" she asked. "Rikimaru," he
answered. His eyes were as blue as steel. "Rikimaru, do you know why you lost?" Bethany asked him
as she ground her crotch into his. He moaned. "Exactly," Bethany said. "I've won right?" He nodded.
"Then if I spare your life, do you promise not to fight me?" Bethany asked. Her sword parted his
robe to reveal his chiseled chest. "Yes," Rikimaru answered. "Good," Bethany said.

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 "Put your hands
behind your head." He did as she commanded. "Do you know why you lost?" Bethany asked. Before he
could answer, Bethany pointed to her right breast. There was a slash where his blade had cut
through her tube top yet didn't touch her tanned breast at all. "Right here," Bethany pointed. "You
cut my top, but missed my breast. I don't think it was a coincidence. I think you pulled your
swing." "I have dishonored you with my lust," Rikimaru said. "I should have wounded you like a
warrior, instead of holding my strike because you are beautiful." Bethany pulled her tube top over
her head and her breasts heaved as she took a big breath. Rikimaru was speechless as he looked at
her twin moons. Bethany removed her glasses and looked at him with her deep blue eyes. "If you
think you dishonored me, then I know of one way to make it up to me." Bethany reached for her
zipper, and she smiled as she felt his groin throb with desire. ~~~ "Excellent!" Mr. Duchandu cried
as he clapped. "It has been too long since we have played Challenge of the Dragon's Clit!" Amy
didn't return the enthusiasm. They had stripped her bra and hot pants yet left her her diamond
studded stockings per her request. The sons of Mr. Duchandu were happy to have her bare ass and sex
to look at. Her arms were wrapped behind her back in heavy nylon rope and that was just the
beginning of her bondage. The knotted ropes laced all over her body, pulling her legs far apart and
forcing her to bend over. The knotted cords bit into her flesh and were placed in the most intimate
of locations. Her nipples were trapped between two ropes, pinching them every time she struggled
while one rope was placed between her buttocks, coming up between her sex lips. One knot was placed
especially over her clitoris. The network of ropes was so well connected that the slightest
movement caused all of the nylon ropes to constrict. The constriction massaged her sex lips and
stroked her clitoris. It would have been quite erotic if she weren't suspended twenty feet in the
air over a huge vat of boiling oil. "The oil is the fun part," Mr. Duchandu announced. "The rope
will slowly descend over the course of ten minutes. If you can free yourself, then you will have
survived the challenge. Your time begins now!" Amy began to struggle immediately and was paralyzed
by the rough stroking of her sex by the knotted rope. Her nipples were on fire from the harsh
pinching that only increased as she tried to wriggle. Amy tried to ignore the ropes and fight but
the rope cruelly held onto her. At one point she almost got her wrists free but the complex system
of ropes pulled her head painfully until she had to quit. The rope dropped two feet without
warning. The freefall had a devastating effect on Amy as the ropes constricted over her body. Her
small breasts were pinched, her arms were pulled tighter together and her legs were pulled farther
apart. Worse, the rope between her nether lips rubbed tighter against her and Amy had a powerful
climax that took her breath away. Mr. Duchandu watched it all. "This may be the best birthday
ever!" ~~~ Bethany had removed Rikimaru's pants as well as her own. Bound only by his honor, the
asian warrior kept his hands behind his head as he watched the blonde agent stroke his growing
cock. His desire for her was undeniable and when she lowered her sex onto him, he found that her
desire was just as strong. "Madam, please," he tried to protest. Her pussy clenched him in response
and he shuddered. "I'll stop at any time," Bethany told him. "I just thought that since our
attraction was mutual, we might as well take advantage of our privacy." The blonde ran her fingers
over his chest hair. "If you want me to stop, just say so," Bethany whispered. Then she swiveled
her hips, rotating his sword in her sheath. Rikimaru said nothing. "I thought you might agree,"
Bethany breathed. Her chest was rising and falling faster and Rikimaru's piercing eyes followed her
magnificent breasts. "You would like to touch them, wouldn't you?" she asked. Before he could
answer, she cut him off. "Well you can't. Keep your hands behind your head." She brought her hands
up and held her tits. Bethany kneaded her breasts, sinking her fingers into the soft flesh as she
continued to hump him. Up and down her hips moved while her fingers sank in and out. Her rhythm was
as perfect as her sword fighting, precise yet passionate. "Do you want to lick them?" Bethany
asked. She raised one breast to her mouth and loudly sucked on an erect nipple. Rikimaru moaned and
his hips lifted. She let the nipple pop from her mouth and the red tit was red and shiny from her
spit. The blonde then sucked on the other nipple as Rikimaru breathed harder. "I'm close," Bethany
moaned. Rikimaru shuddered again. "I'm very close," Bethany moaned louder. The steel walls
reflected her blonde hair as she tossed her head back. Rikimaru moaned with her. "Here," Bethany
growled as she fell forward. Holding one breast in her hands, she offered a hard, wet nipple for
his mouth. Rikimaru took her nipple without a word, sucking on it as hard as he could. It was salty
from her sweat and sweet from whatever lotion she used this morning. He sucked as much of her
breast into his mouth as possible, enjoying the abundance of her softness. She climaxed first,
gasping and shaking as his tongue flickered over her swollen nipple. When her sex clenched down and
her thighs shivered around his waist, Rikimaru joined her with a climax as his own. He felt himself
splash inside her as her nipple bounced on his tongue. ~~~ Amy was a mere four feet away from a
boiling death. Her body was sweating from the heat of the oil and the terrible arousal the ropes
had inflicted on her. She had one chance and it wasn't going to be easy. The shaking agent began to
bend backwards, arching her back against the tension of the ropes. The knots crushed her small
breasts and the ropes in her mouth pulled painfully against her jaw. Her body was being pulled and
pinched but the athletic woman used every once of power in her legs to curl backwards. The worse
part was the knot on her clitoris and the rope between her sexual lips. Bending backwards on
tightened the rope and she could barely concentrate when the knot rubbed against her clit and
entered her lips. Amy moaned as the pulling rope traveled over her sex. She was a step away from
orgasm and a drop away from death. Finally, her hands behind her back met with her thighs. The rope
vibrated with the sheer defiance of the young woman. Her seeking fingers found the edge of her
stockings and she tried with difficulty to count them by touch. The rope on her sex was soaked with
her desire and constricting harder against her secret delta. She wanted to climax so badly but the
poor agent had to count diamond studs. The act of finding the right stud was almost orgasmic in
itself. She pressed the concealed button and was rewarded with the sounds of tiny motors
activating. Each of the studs on her stockings extended tiny blades on spinning wheels. The wheels
chopped with a terrible efficiency anything that was in their reach and once Amy relaxed her back
and assumed the natural position of her bondage, the wheels quickly diced the ropes on her legs.
Unfortunately for Amy, the ropes' sudden cutting caused all of the carefully constructed tension to
snap. The ropes that were wrapped around her body snapped like rubber bands and with twice as much
friction. As the knots on her clit sped through her sex and up between her buttocks, Amy
experienced a powerful orgasm and that caused her body to quake. The exhausted agent was forced to
try to grab the remains of the rope to keep from falling while at the same time just trying to stay
conscious through the rope induced orgasm. One hand held onto the remains of the hanging rope as
she dangled above the boiling oil. Amy shivered with delight as the orgasm racked her body. Her
entire body curled and flexed as she fought to keep her grip. "Cheater," Mr. Duchandu said with
disappointment. ~~~ Bethany pulled her pants back on, smiling as she felt the pants press against
her swollen lips. Rikimaru was still on his back and his cock was still standing proud. The blonde
regretted that she didn't have enough time to see the lengths of his endurance. She walked towards
the sword, knowing Rikimaru's honor would keep him prone. The Pink Sword was resting on a pillow
and after a quick search; Bethany discovered that there was no alarm system protecting it at all.
That worried her. "Why isn't there any security other than you?" Bethany asked. Her fingers traced
the edge of the blade. "It is a test for our father's sons," Rikimaru answered. "Every year, a son
guards the blade. He must protect his father's blade to prove his loyalty and worth as a child of
the Duchandu clan." Bethany felt a twinge of sympathy but she crushed it. "I'm sorry. How angry
will he be that I took it?" "Extremely," Rikimaru said without a trace of emotion. "He will have me
killed, and he will track the thief. father considers the sword to be an extension of his manhood,
and any one who has touched it without his consent will be treated as a rapist. He will find your
employers and he will exhaust his resources to punish them." "Your death, huh?" Bethany asked
again. The Pink Sword reflected the concern on her face. The concern she thought she had crushed.
"My death will be as imaginative as one fitting a man who has assisted a rape," Rikimaru said.
"Fuck it!" Bethany snapped. She stomped over to Rikimaru and grabbed his hair. She lifted him to
his feet and then kissed him hard. "Keep your damn sword," Bethany said after she had bruised their
lips. "My company doesn't need the hassle." Rikimaru smiled. "Your company, or you?" Bethany kissed
him again. Then she left. ~~~ "You cheated," Mr. Duchandu said again as Amy was lowered to the
floor. She stepped quickly away from the oil, her legs slick with sweat. "I lived," she countered.
"That means I won." "That is true," Mr. Duchandu answered. "We can still kill her," one of his sons
offered. There were grumbles of agreement from the other sons. Mr. Duchandu laughed. "No, she may
live. I will withdraw from the wireless American market. I will also remember this birthday." Amy
relaxed, but only slightly. "But mark my words, Amy Valentine," Mr. Duchandu commanded. "A woman
like you will not be forgotten easily. You may receive an invitation to another party." "Bring
better party games," she said as she walked away. Heads swiveled as one as they watched her tight
rope-burned body walk past them. As she stepped in the elevator and looked at the assembled men,
she felt a surge of pride on completing her mission. "Wait!" she thought. The doors closed before
she could stop them. 

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