Lust And The Red, White And Blue...Part II  

purejoy4fem 46F/44F
860 posts
6/10/2005 12:10 pm

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Lust And The Red, White And Blue...Part II

I almost fell over Natalia in my mad dash from the shower. Reaching the bedroom, I pulled on the jeans and t-shirt over my wet flesh and grabbed a pistol from the closet. It was a Colt M1911A1 .45 cal automatic, originally ordered for the military. Although this gun was not as sexy as the 9mm, and could only hold 7 rounds, it more than made up for it in the stopping power it had. Once you hit someone, they fell down and stayed down. I heard a couple more shots in the stairwell and went to help the security force. As I entered the foyer, the front door crashed in, and 2 men stood silouetted in the opening. I took out the man to my right with a single shot, center mass of his chest, and fired off a shot at the one to the left. This one, having an extra moment to access the situation, turned, presenting me with less of a target. My bullet hit him high on the upper arm and spun him backward back into the outside hallway. I could see more movement in the dim hallway and emptied my clip into the shadows. Spinning back into the room, I re-loaded, allowed the slide to go foward and spun back into the foyer in a crouched position. The last thing I saw was a flash-bang grenade coming to rest about 3 feet from my foot, then a bright light went off, then darkness.

When I awoke, I was naked and bound in what looked like a basement. I was gagged with what must have been a filthy cloth, the smell was making my stomach do flip-flops. I forced myself to not vomit, else I would surely suffocate. I almost laughed at the thought of how my obituary would read if I died that way. My arms were tied above my head with nylon cord, and then the cord was wrapped around a water pipe near the cieling. The net affect was that most of my weight was supported by my wrists and shoulders. I could occasionally remove some of the weight by standing on my tip-toes, but I could not do this for long. As a result, even if I could free myself, it would be awhile before I could get circulation back in my hands and arms and would be useless in any kind of fight.

There was very little light in the basement, most of it coming through a painted over window, set high in the wall about 5 feet to my right. The only other light I could see was a point of red, which must have been a security camera to my left-front.

Trying to access my situation, I reasoned I must still be in the West, or I would be in a real prison, not this basement. That at least was one good thing. The camera must have picked up my movement, for at that instant the basement lit up with a couple of bulbs going on overhead. Damn, my eyes had just adjusted to the darkness, this was like bright sunlight to me. I then heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

My first sight of him were these ominous black jack boots, shining in the light. Then as he descended, the rest of him was revealed. He was a thin man, about 5' 6" tall, with dirty blond hair and thin mustache. As he got closer, I could see his blue eyes were beady, and his face had a puckered look, as though he had been sucking on a lemon. "The Russians do not take kindly to people kidnapping their scientists", he stated in heavily accented English. With that he struck me in the side with a black quirt he had concealed in the folds of his clothing. A quirt is a small leather whip most often used on horses, and it stung like hell. "So where is the scientist?", he demanded as he struck me several more times.

Somehow, Natalia must have escaped from the safe-house. Well at least my mission was not completely shot to hell, I thought to myself. My interogator stepped closer to me, turned the quirt backwards and shoved it up into me. As I am not overly fond of torture, I was dry as a bone, and could feel myself tearing as he fucked me with his little toy. "You will tell me what I want to know, or this will be nothing compared to what I will do to you" he ranted. Then apparently noticing I could not answer his questions with the gag in my mouth (all he was getting were a few grunts), he asked, "Are you ready to tell me what I want to know now?" I nodded yes, and he stepped closer.

With the last bit of strength I has in my numb arms, I pulled myself up and wrapped my legs around his skinny neck. First he tried to pry my legs from around his neck, failing that, and turning visibly red, he started flailing away with his quirt, stinging me badly. With a violent twist of my hips, I felt a cracking in his neck, and he went limp. I let him drop carefully to the floor below me, and then stood on his dead carcas, finally relieving the pressure on my shoulders. With my weight finally off my arms, every joint started screaming in agony, as I fought back the pain, and tried to get my hands to work untieing myself. After what seemed like ages, I finally got enough circulation in my fingers to feel the knot, and started working on loosening it. In due time, the knot came loose, and I collapsed to the floor. Now I had to deal with the pain of my arms no longer being held above my head.

I started walking around the basement and swinging my arms around, trying to get the blood flowing. Next step, clothes. Well, my captor wouldn't be needing his, and I started stripping his body. The pants were almost a perfect fit, a little tight around the hips. The shirt was tight accross the chest, and I absolutely swam in the boots. I wondered just how wierd I was going to look, but at least it was Berlin, and people dress a little funky here.

I needed to get out of here, find Natalia, and turn her over to the American authorities. The first step would be easy, I didn't know about the rest of the mission. There was a stairwell that led out to the alley, as well as the one that led upstairs. I deceided on the alley, just in case there was anyone else upstairs. I was a little too battered and bruised for round 2 right now. I took the alley to the street, turned left, so that I would not have to cross in front of the house and stopped at the corner to get my bearings. As I was reading the street signs, I felt a tap on my shoulder, "Looking for me?", said a sweet voice. I turned around quickly and saw Natalia's beautiful face .....

purejoy4fem 46F/44F
682 posts
6/10/2005 12:15 pm

Sorry it took so long for part II, this was actually the 3rd time I tried to post it, I kept getting booted off this friendly site You know the story doesn't end here ... unless you want it to.

expatbrit49 62M

6/10/2005 1:42 pm

Good stuff lot of action, remind me never to let you get your legs around my neck LOL...... Still what a way to go

Thank You for Your Time and Attention

rm_4nik8_4u 61M
2501 posts
6/10/2005 2:32 pm

Lara Croft has nothing on you Babe!

elle_gant1 45F
78 posts
6/10/2005 3:19 pm

Can't wait for part 3

AughtMusedSpill 48M

6/11/2005 8:04 am

Way better than James Bond!

rm_BigDnLady 43M/40F
1140 posts
6/11/2005 1:43 pm

It's getting really hot in here!! Love the legs around his neck!!! Great story!!! Can't wait for the rest!


rm_indophilist 36M

6/11/2005 2:47 pm

A woman with a Russian accent will make me freaking melt.
(Now I'M the one being tortured)
Excellent job.

bella_ 47F
4030 posts
6/11/2005 3:03 pm

Wow!...ok...part 3 anytime. I am ready for it now!

rm_pchamp012004 55M
2672 posts
6/11/2005 4:44 pm

Just Imagining those leg wrapped around my neck, could do without the neck snapping climax though

mikdoob 49M

6/11/2005 10:01 pm

First timer here, just wanting to see if it will take. 'Cuz I sure know how to give. *smile*

KEV25071970 46M

6/12/2005 2:45 am

Loved part two looking forward to part three. When dose the book come out as I would bye it.

Please signMY BLACK BOOK& join my groupAdult Fun (Maidstone)

mnfun952 102M

6/12/2005 2:12 pm

PureJoy... it's simply reading your stuff... I love your blog, your comments, your stories... thank you once again for sharing.


ByteChaser2 52M

6/13/2005 11:19 am

Book deal... Movie rights. Can't wait till it's on Pay-Per-View! Looking forward to your next installment!


Tala4u2 54M  
2957 posts
6/13/2005 10:11 pm

Having sat back as the rollicking tale of PureJoy's fertile creativity blossomed and became a blogbestreader and am far too culturally sophisticated to be influenced by her beauty. Tala phones his agent and says get me a speaking role in the movie.


Tala, Wizard of The Kingdom of BooBoBia, DEITY,

rm_affbreak 46M
287 posts
6/14/2005 11:17 am

How about killing some evil female monsters flying high above the lemon trees next? LOL

keithcancook 60M
17718 posts
6/15/2005 7:42 am

I have a question... what was the first shot (from the end of part about? The one that alerted you?

(sorry, I am such a stickler for details.... )

starlight_runner 39F

6/15/2005 10:12 am

Mhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmm part 3 please.

purejoy4fem 46F/44F
682 posts
6/15/2005 10:20 am

the first shot was the Stazi (east german secret police) shooting the guard in the lobby of the safe-house.

keithcancook 60M
17718 posts
6/15/2005 9:52 pm

ok, I should have seen that... thanx y'all.
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