Archive-name: Bondage/fantasy.001

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Archive-title: James Bond and Pussy Galore





Bond entered the room. It had been a hard day, and with a bit

of luck it would be a hard night. Pussy Galore had promised to

be there by 11:00 pm. It was now 10:00 and Bond decided it was

time to prepare himself for Pussy.



He had been with Pussy several times in the past and tried to

recall what had been her pleasure. He recalled sucking her

stiff nipples for a long time. Her breasts were round and firm

but it seemed to him that the nipples were much larger than

normal. He had to admit  that he had a real mouthful of Pussy. He

ended by squeezing the nipples together and sucking both at one

time. A real mouthful of tit!!!



Another time Bond remembered his face pushed tightly against

her parted legs. Her juices mixed with his own saliva to

form a nectar so sweet it was beyond description. With Pussy,

getting past the smell was never a problem. As a matter of

fact, his American flag and the paper bag was never required

when he made it with Pussy.



As he prepared his workbench for the anticipated encounter, he

contemplated on how she would react if he worked into her anal

opening. In the past Bond had only briefly explored that

crinkly crevice but now he decided that it was time to show her

who the real boss was.



During the past sessions Pussy had responded by giving him

several blow jobs and had permitted him to fuck her, but he

felt that he had done most of the work. This time it would be

different.



He formulated his fantasy. This time he didn't care if Pussy

received any pleasure. In fact, Bond decided that what he

wanted to do was give her some real pain. Pain in the ass!!!

He knew that she would not stand still for his plan, so he

pulled out some strong rope from the closet for he knew that he

would have to secure her to the corners of the workbench. What

game should he play?  He decided that the game of interrogation

would suit his mood tonight. To combine work with pleasure had

always been Bond's motto. He knew that she called her boss

once a day for instructions and used a secret code to insure

her identity.



That would be the game for tonight. To make Pussy reveal who

her boss is and that secret code. Bond looked in his closet

and found the implements he was looking for. He looked them

over and knew that one of the 3 would do the job. He would

secure her, belly down, on the work bench. Her ass, round and

firm would be slightly raised. Two openings in the workbench

would provide access to her breasts and nipples from below.





She would be totally naked and Bond would pose the question,

"Pussy, don't fuck with me, who do you work for?"

Her first response would be, "Don't be silly Bond, let's get

on with it."



Bond would then pull out a bamboo whip he kept for such

occasions and wave it in front of Pussy's face. "One last time,

Pussy , who do you work for?"



"Fuck you, Bond, I won't tell.



With that challenge, Bond would drop the whip, pull down his

pants, straddle Pussy and insert his now stiff 12 inch rod into

her ass. Moving rapidly up and down, in and out Bond once more

asked, "Pussy, who do you work for?" Pussy, not accustomed to

anal insertions, is desperately trying to hold back her screams,

The pain sears her innards like fire but she refuses to talk.

Her ass jumps up and down with every stroke until finally,

Bond, no longer able to contain himself explodes with fury.



He gets up, retrieves the bamboo whip, and holds it high and

even with the round firm ass below him. Woo sh, it comes down

and Pussy can't believe the pain. Ten more times, the whip

descends on that firm round mound. Pussy bounces up and down

with each stroke, but to no avail, the bonds hold tight.



Bond now gets tired and decides that there must be an easier

way to extract that information. He pulls out the second

implement of torture: a pair of steel pliers. He reaches below

the table, securely grasps the left breast and slowly places

the nipple in the jaws of the steel pliers. As the pliers

firmly tighten, Pussy screams out, "stop it Bond, I work for

Goldfinger.



With that, Bond awakes from his daydream. It's only 10:30 and

Pussy is not due to arrive until 11:00. He feels wet. He looks

down and sure enough, his crotch is filled with goo. "Oh hell,

i sure hope i have some left for Pussy," exclaimed Bond as he

leaves to change clothes.



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