Jane Bound, British secret agent Eta, had been deep undercover in Hugo Dracks’s harem for nearly a week before she was able to scout out the facility unnoticed.

Bound was grateful for all MI69′s counter-brainwashing training this time. The constant subliminal programming and group hypnosis sessions on top of more mundane Stockholm Syndrome-enhancing techniques like the forced nudity were everywhere. If Bound hadn’t been a highly-trained agent, she didn’t know if she would have been able to resist so completely.

When Bound finally found Dracks’s quarters, he was not alone. Holly Hothead moaned and quivered with every thrust of his cock. Bound merely had to watch for the right moment of weakness to strike and end Dracks’s threat forever.

From cover, she studied his movements. Watched as his hips thrust forward and back. Forward and back. Bound wasn’t certain when her fingers had found her dripping cunt, but their circling of her clit synced with his thrusts exactly.

Bound listened to his grunts and Holly’s pleasure-strangled mantras of obedience. “Dracks rules me. Dracks pleasures me.” Bound wasn’t certain when her voice had begun to whisper it as well, but the words felt so delectable on her lips.

Bound stood there for a long, long time, passion rising within her, desperate for release, desperate for an opening, desperate to lay her hands around Dracks’s throat … and beg him to fuck her senseless.

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Thoughts from Six Years Later: My early Jane Bound stories make a lot of effort to stay close to the 007 movies that they’re parodying. For this one, I remember cruising Wikipedia to get the parody supporting character names right.

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