Sidra Bahat

A door to her right silently opened. Through it came her arch enemy, Sidra Bahat. "Long time no see," the beautiful villainess said as she ogled over every inch of her captive's nude body. "I never dreamt I'd ever see this much of you. I must say I am very impressed. You must work out a lot to keep your body in this kind of shape." She ran her delicate hands over Liz's breasts, then strayed down to her hips and the flower of her womanhood. She gently toyed with her labia before parting it to reveal her rose petal soft inner lips.

Liz gasped when she pushed the hood of her love button back, exposing it to the cool air. "Why am I naked? What is it you want from me?" Liz demanded.

"My gorgeous little pet spy, you are in a position to demand nothing. I am in a position to grant nothing." Sidra giggled gayly. "You simply have **** but to accept your circumstances. You have no clothes on. Those who wear the clothes make the rules." She brushed the fingertips of her right hand over Liz's nicely trimmed, pristine pubic mound while the thumb of her left hand gently rubbed over her clit in a circular motion. "I am quite surprised to find out you are a true redhead," she giggled again. "The carpet matches the drapes. I've always wanted to add a true redhead to my collection. Now I have you."

"Let me go!" Liz demanded again. "I'm not your pet, nor will I ever be!" She spat the words at her beautiful, exotic foe.

Sidra wiped the spit from her face then stuck her fingers in her mouth. "I had hoped to exchange saliva with you in a different way," she quipped. "Let's see how responsive you are when I'm on top of you, shall we?" She took a remote out of the pocket of her suit jacket and raised the table to an upright position. Then she backed away, standing in front of Liz with a very sensual grin on her face. She began a slow, seductive striptease right before Liz. First her suit jacket fell to the floor, followed by her stiletto heels. Her trousers came next, followed by her shirt. She now stood before Liz clad only in a purple lace bra and matching thong. She ran her hands over her soft, curvy body, turning slowly for Liz to digest every inch of her uncovered brown skin. "Like what you see so far, pet?" Her dark, alluring eyes stared deep into Liz's.

Liz gulped. "I'm not gay. I'm not a lesbian!" her lying lips exclaimed.

"Neither am I," Sidra whispered into her ear. "It's not about sexual preference. But it is all about sex. Any sex done right is good sex. Don't you think so?" She unclipped the front of her bra and let it fall at her feet, exposing her ample breasts and puffy dark aureole topped with succulent dark, thick nipples. Then she shimmied out of her thong and held it up to Liz's face. "Smell my arousal. Taste my arousal," she said as she stuffed the crotch of the thong into Liz's mouth.

Liz had **** but to taste her as Sidra clamped her hand over the heroine's mouth to prevent her from spitting the thong out. She could do nothing but give in to Sidra's maniacal will. She was being **** to taste another woman for the first time ever. She silently admitted to herself Sidra didn't taste half bad at all. Wait.. Why was she thinking that? She had a fiancée! Then her body began to betray her as she felt the developing wetness of her womanhood. She felt warm and tingly all over."Eese on't oo isss!" she tried to protest through the thong gag and Sidra's hand.

"Look at you!" exclaimed Sidra. "You're getting turned on by my juices!" She ran her free hand over Liz's pubic mound again. "Redheads are so soft and sensitive down there. You're no exception. I could tease you all day and not let you cum one time. That would be fun, wouldn't it?"

Liz mewled through the thong and Sidra's hand. All she could do was shake her head no.

"Maybe not," Sidra smiled. She removed her hands and the thong from Liz's mouth, then recovered the remote from her jacket and set the table back to its horizontal position. She climbed on top of Liz and began kissing her all over. "You will be mine. I gave the CIA false intel just to get you here. I've never wanted anyone like I want you."

(Disclaimer: No used thongs, lace or otherwise, were stuffed into anyone's mouth during the writing of this chapter. At least the author doesn't think so. However, a cheeseburger and fries with a Coke Zero were consumed. Why this is important is beyond me. I only get paid to say these things. Any similarities to events either real or fiction is purely coincidental. Stay tuned for our next exciting chapter where we might hear Liz say, "I would have rather had the cheeseburger and fries!" Until next time, happy reading.)