The Sexy Misadventures of Sabrina the Slutty Spy
Part 1: Escape!
By
Annabel Bastione
SMASHWORDS EDITION
Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione
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Sabrina's eyes opened. All she could see was darkness and not even the normal darkness we see at night either. It was an unnatural, pitch black, darkness. The only conclusion she could come to was that she was blindfolded. Apart from the dripping of what sounded like water not too far away and the putrid stench of what smelled like dried blood nearby, all her other senses told her nothing else about her surroundings. Except that she was blindfolded and bound to a chair.
"Argh…" Sabrina uttered a low grunt as she felt a low throbbing pain in the back of her head, reminding her of how she was struck when she was unguarded. Now she knew not her whereabouts, nor the motives of her captors. A shot of adrenaline rushed up her brain as she recalled the classified memory stick she stole from the terrorist organization Al-Quiet-La not too long ago. Her operation was perfect. They did not even notice the missing chip until she was halfway across the country on her way to the extraction point. How could they have possibly caught up with her so quickly? She tumbled these questions in her head when she suddenly heard a door creak open.
Thud, thud, thud. Beads of sweat dripped from Sabrina's forehead as the slow, foreboding footsteps grew louder and louder until it seemingly stopped in front of her. A dim ray of light entered her eyes as she felt the blindfold being removed. Sabrina squinted, trying to adapt to the light level. Thanks to a lone light bulb illuminating the room around her, from her peripheral vision she saw a rack of frightening tools near her burly captor and various chains hanging from the ceiling. She was possibly in a slaughterhouse, which was now being used as an 'interrogation room'. What confusion left in her died as soon as her eyes fell on the insignia on her captor's beret. Only one organization bore that unique symbol.
"You are-" Sabrina started.
"Yes, I think you know who I represent," her captor interrupted, "and I think you and I both know why you're here, where is the memory stick?"
Her heart leapt to her throat, she had been through several such simulations and scenarios during her spy training. But never in her wildest nightmares did she think that she would be 'interrogated' for real.
"Your pupils just dilated when I mentioned a memory stick. So you do know what I'm talking about."
Sabrina's consciousness started to recede from her body back into her mind alone - the standard tactic to endure torture. She was no longer in an interrogation room, she was back home, walking up the foot path to her front porch, going to see her baby boy again…
"Since you're unwilling to talk, like all the other fools of a spy your country sends us," her captor's voice trailed off as he ran his hands over the various tools he had at his disposal, obviously toying with various disgusting ideas in his head.
"I KNOW!" he suddenly shouted, startling Sabrina. Her own mental world destroyed in surprise. The menacing man clad in military garb loomed over her. "I might as well fuck it outta you," he eyed her lustfully as he furiously undid his zipper, exposing his throbbing, erect member.
Am I going to be raped? Sabrina was in shock, she literally could not believe this was happening. All the spy training in the world could not prepare her for the trauma she would sustain from the coming ordeal. She did enjoy sex, but only when it was consensual. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she thought of her country, her family and her future, broken, life. Never again would sh-
BAM! The door behind her captor flung open as a handsome mercenary entered the room guns blazing. Her captor's hard rod whacked Sabrina in the face, knocking her out as he turned around to face the intervener, only to take a bullet in the head. Sabrina could feel her consciousness ebbing away, but also a dim hope of rescue ignited inside her.
Sabrina opened her eyes, feeling an annoying sense of déjà vu. She felt her surroundings shake and heard a loud whirl of rotor blades. I'm in a helicopter! Sabrina realized. A rush of joy erupted from within her, she was rescued! She sat up, beside her was her hero, the very one who risked his life to save her. Sabrina eyeballed his body, finding his chiseled face and muscular body very, very attractive. His head turned to her, noticing her awake and drooling at him.
"Hey, you're awake! I'm Leon. You're safe now and going home." his kind eyes stared back at Sabrina. Eyeing her good figure, he wondered how come he did not notice it before. It must have been the heat of battle. Leon finally concluded. He suddenly found Sabrina on his lap, locking him in for a passionate kiss.