Some alone time

Jamie's breath caught in her throat yet again.

"Oooaaaaannnhh!" she moaned, trying to keep her voice down as a white-hot lance of pleasure shot through her whole body.

The dildo had begun vibrating, twisting and turning inside of her overfilled cunt. The sexy MI6 agent's back arched, her head pressed against the mirror of the tiny bathroom as her pussy clamped down on the rubbery toy inside, enhancing the stimulation ever more. What sounded like a teen dude outside the bathroom said something, but Jamie was consumed with bliss and unable to understand his words, barely even able to think.

Moaning and squealing, Jamie felt her whole body twitch and shudder, her eyes squeezing shut while her legs kicked weakly to and fro, heels sliding over the steel floor. Her pussy had become the center of her world, everything else shrinking into the background. She squealed and moaned incoherently, unable to control her voice in the slightest at the **** of indescribable pleasure, toes curling as her legs spasmed wildly, arms falling to her sides and twitching as Jamie tried not to scream out her bliss.

"Mmmmh, yes," Jamie moaned as she approached climax "oh fuck oh fuck ooohhh fuuuucccckkk". She lost all sense of time, waves and waves of pleasure racing through her, until finally, the sensations ebbed, going from mind-melting to merely exquisite. She kept her eyes closed, luxuriating in the vibrations traveling from her gushing snatch throughout her whole body, a giddy smile forming on her face.

She quickly cleaned up, got dressed, put her travel-sized dildo into her bag, and left the bathroom, seductively winking to the 18 year old boy waiting his turn.

She was sure not to be the only one masturbating in the bathroom...

Meanwhile...

1700 Hours

Undisclosed location.

Havel Beran was pleased when he stepped into the lumberyard. The area had been secured, the cameras set up, and the only thing missing was him. And, of course, the star of this evenings' show...

He nodded to the burly men standing next to the beat up Chrysler 300. In perfect synchronization, they manhandled a naked hooded man out of the trunk.

With another signal from Havel, they **** him onto his knees and removed the hood, revealing a beaten, broken man.

He didn't struggle, didn't whimper or look scared at what he knew was coming. He'd contemplated it enough, and had long resigned to his fate. Havel cleared his throat, looked at the tiny audience, and began the procedure.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've probably done this a thousand times so I'll make this quick. The condemned, Jeremy Hawthorne, has admitted to betraying our lord. By the trust his glory has vested in me, I condemn him to **** in a brutal fashion, for the sake of being heard and feared. Gentlemen, you may now begin".

Not needing any more prompting, they hoisted him up, stuffed him into a simple plywood coffin, and doused him with gasoline. The coffin was then locked shut, and also given a nice gasoline shower.

They then proceeded to hoist it onto a conveyor belt leading to an industrial wood-chipper. After making sure the cameras were indeed rolling, Havel gave the final confirmation, sealing the traitor's fate. The conveyor belt and woodchipper were switched on and the coffin set on fire.

As the coffin started entering the chipper, the unfortunate man finally started screaming. The poor girl standing there got an awful fright and recoiled in shock.

Within seconds, it was all over. Havel glanced at his watch, surprised. Three minutes since he stepped into the place, and all that was left was a pile of slightly charred wood pulp. It was his fastest extermination, faster than even his glory had ever done.

Speaking of Master...

He turned to the blonde man standing next to him.
"How long till Master returns?"
Ken Parker turned to face him.
"Two weeks now, after he's done taking care of buisiness in Britain"
Havel was pleased. When Master had placed him in charge, he had left a note on his bureau desk for him to "keep a sharp eye out for rats, and don't take life so serious Havel" he had done his best on the first part, but Havel Beran wasn't exactly known for being the life of the party. Ignoring his discomfort, he put a grin on his face and asked Ken in a joking tone "wouldn't want to be a British citizen now eh?" Ken laughed out loud, causing Havel to smile a little too. "No fucking way man that would majorly suck hahaha"

Havel was thinking as he sat down in his limo. This whole being friendly thing actually felt pretty good. He'd have to try it more often. All in all, a good day. At the rate they were cleaning up now, when Master arrives in two weeks he should be able to return his glory's organization to him totally rat free.

Master will be pleased.

Back in the air...

Jamie returned to her seat, and turned on the screen in front of her. Not seeing any good movies, she turned to a random news channel, inserted her earphones (into her ears perv), and tried to listen to what was being said. But her orgasm had spent all her energy and she soon found herself listening with only half an ear, scattered words and broken phrases registering briefly in her consciousness as she drifted off to sleep:

"...faction of al Qaeda has claimed responsibility for the horrific..."

"...and has pleaded not guilty..."

"...visit New York and Philadelphia before returning to the Vatican..."

"...the beloved rock star is recovering in an exclusive hospital in Pago Pago..."

"...originally reported incorrectly..."

"...the markets took a severe hit today..."

And, just like that, she was asleep.