Part 1

Brooke let out a frustrated sigh as she tried the tight metal locks on her hands and ankles once again. Why did she feel like she was always getting captured? She was better than this, or well, she thought she was. It had been over two years since she had been introduced into the spy world, yet it did not seem to get easier. Maybe that was the life or maybe she just wasn’t cut out for it? She wasn’t sure. Once again, it felt like her future was up in the air, both her life and her profession because of this mission. It had looked so simple and now had escalated beyond anything she could have imagined.

At least the prison this time was nicer than the old temple two years ago. She figured that under such a lavish hotel they had to keep up appearances in every aspect. But that also meant that the security was tighter, and the chances of escape were minimal. It also didn’t help that she wasn’t alone in the prison this time, with two other women tied up in similar positions to her left and right.

“You seem to find yourself in this position quite often Brooke…I never should have teamed up with you two foolish little girls.” The trapped person on her left hissed breaking her line of thought. Brooke glanced her blue eyes at the platinum-wavy blonde-haired woman chained up like she was. She doubted that her co-prisoner was used to not being in control and was more frustrated than she or the other woman in their current predicament. Before she could respond a small laugh came from her right.

“You are equally to blame. Withholding information from us, your ‘partners’ I remind you, is what got us into this mess.” The other woman hissed, her long single braided black hair resting on her shoulder while she grunted to break free once again to no avail. The blonde woman responded with a snippy comment of her own and the two snapped back and forth about who was more culpable with Brooke wedged in the middle of the spat. After a minute of bickering, they went silent and the spy in the middle huffed at the pettiness of them. It was true, their lack of teamwork was the reason they had ended up in this predicament, but how could she work with them? Both had ulterior motives and honestly, it felt like they would just as likely attack her rather than their enemies before this mission was completed. Once again, the world was at stake and Brooke felt like she was the only person who could save it.

A week or so earlier….

It has been a long year for Brooke. After her involvement in the Giant Women Incident, as it was now known, life had switched into fast gear. Overnight she had become the top spy in her field sent to deal with erotic women in the name of the Organization. This led her to practice and train in unorthodox types of fighting. Soon she had specialized and mastered a unique form of interrogation and punishment at the end of these jobs.

The reality was often on her missions, she ended up nude, wrestling, and fucking other incredibly attractive women with the goal of dominating them sexually. Something she and Victoria had done on a whim in that valley turned out to be more common than she could have imagined, and it seemed that the natural rivalry that existed between the sexpots of the world made these encounters even more regular and intense. She had always been a natural beauty that people wanted to sleep with even before her spy life, but with her training, her stamina, and her endless sexual hunger, she had an edge over seemingly every woman who attempted to tangle with her.

Of course, none of this would have happened if it had not been for her clash with her, in Brooke’s words, her true rival, Victoria…the ex-top spy of the Organization and ex-lover of Brooke’s boyfriend and fellow spy Brock. Their duel had shaken the ground and opened a new world for both women. No matter how many missions Brooke completed, how many women she dominated in bed, in her mind, it was always training for a destined rematch with the one-eyed spy. To her frustration, the Organization had ordered Brooke off the chase of her rival a few months ago, and she bitterly agreed to the order. Victoria was like a shadow, disappearing every time Brooke finally thought she had caught up. It was like the woman was taunting her from afar, defeating women in a similar fashion as Brooke and many times leaving her mark, a dark red lipstick kiss on the foreheads of her defeated sexfight victims.

Getting called off was maddening because Brooke wanted more than anything to be the one to catch Victoria and bring her to justice. It annoyed her even further that she had been the one to win their last confrontation, yet she was the one chasing Victoria! She doubted the blonde would be willing to live with the shame of her defeat in their sexfight. But that led to the question that was always on Brooke’s mind. Why hadn’t Victoria hunted her down? Why was the ex-spy biding her time for their rematch?

There was no question that things might have been different if they hadn’t been massive and drugged up during their island duel. She wondered if one of them could truly dominate the other sexually in a fair fight? Especially now that they both seemed to relish in this dirty type of confrontation and were far more skilled than before. The truth was it bugged Brooke more than she liked to admit that Victoria didn’t seem interested in coming after her for revenge.

But she knew she couldn’t let it consume her, so she focused on her other missions for the Organization and her own perfection of her craft. But that’s where the trouble began. Once she was off Victoria’s trail, Brooke had more free time and that led her to being more aware of the growing signs of trouble around her. She started to see holes in the stories of the Organization and started to feel as though things were not always as they seemed. Maybe it was a slip of the tongue from one of her fellow agents, or maybe it was some of the targets that she was sent after and the ‘goals’ of her missions not making sense. Or maybe it was Victoria’s warning, that the Organization forced the blonde to betray it. Little by little drops of doubt filled her glass, but she pressed on, or pushed them down and away as best she could. For her new life, and her boyfriend.

But the feeling of worry didn’t leave her, and as the signs became more frequent over the last month, Brooke began to worry. People in the Organization became colder, and she felt like an outsider…just like she had in her old life. Her missions also started to get even weirder, collecting artifacts, and information that did not seem like ‘saving the world’ notes. It seemed like she was the only person willing to question the motives of what the Director and her inner circle asked of the agents. Brooke wanted to bring her fears up to Brock, but after a night of lovemaking, his words about the Director didn’t make her feel any better. He spoke like the Director was divine, like she had something that Brooke didn’t. It was enough to make her jealous, even though there was no point. The Director was in no shape to fuck or compete with Brooke’s body for his affection.

But the words…the way his eyes seemed to light up when she was mentioned, gave her immense pause. It seemed it was impossible not to feel alone in this world, and the words Victoria had spat at her in their duel “The organization makes you crazy!” rang in her head over and over. In the end, she decided she was going to bring it up personally to the inner circle. She had been building up the courage to bring up some of her concerns, but just an hour ago she had received an urgent mission request from the top. A private meeting with Director and her 2nd in command, which was quite uncommon, so she decided to wait till after this was completed.

That is what led Brooke to walk down the halls of the hidden base, less familiar faces than ever around as she scanned down the white halls. Though it seemed even the new faces all knew her and would double glance to get a good ogle of her body as she walked by.

Finally reaching the Directors’ office, she stood, letting the scans complete before it opened, and she stepped into the board room. At the present, there was a simple desk with two women beside it, one sitting and one standing. “Brooke, welcome, thank you for coming so quickly.” The Director spoke as the honey blonde sat down on the opposite side of the desk facing her.

“Of course,” Brooke replied as her eyes adjusted to the light. The figures of the two women in front of her had been in the shadows, but now she could see them as clearly as they would allow.

“Well done on that last mission, your status report was very detailed, just how we like it.”

“Thanks, yeah it was very difficult…she was skilled,” Brooke commented, remembering the threesome of her last mission. Over the last year, she had been ordered to detail out every bit of her missions, and to include all details of the sexfights, even parts she wanted to leave out. But after being chastised twice by the Director herself, she added them in…every second and every sexual detail.

A moment of a lull as the Director fingered through the documents and Brooke took this time to get a good look at her boss. Supposedly she was only a few years older than Brooke, but her body looked frail. Grey hair falling out, and thinner than a normal human should be. It was hard to imagine her as a babe, though Brooke could see the outline of what might have been. At the rate the Director was aging in the last year, Brooke was sure she wouldn’t be around much longer, and she wondered who would replace her. Her focus snapped back at the Director’s grey eyes met her stare.

“You have been a very good spy for us Brooke, and now we must send you on one of the most important missions in the history of this Organization.”

“Victoria?” Brooke enquired trying to hide the desperation in her voice, the ex-spy’s name alone from her lips made her almost shake in anticipation.

“You always ask, and the answer is always the same. No, it’s not her.” The woman standing next to the director spat with a strict teacher-like tone. Brooke turned her gaze to the figure. Diane, the mean-looking secretary and the second in command of the organization. Unpleasant seemed to be her standard personality, and her strictness towards the rules was well known to everyone who crossed her path. She had sharp features with crystal green eyes and a small beauty spot on her upper right cheek. Her black hair was always in a bun, so it made it very difficult to guess the length or style if she ever wore it down, but Brooke doubted she did even when she was having sex…if the bitch ever did get laid.

If you could get past the awful exterior of her personality, Diane’s body was a treat. Young, smooth slightly pale skin, long legs, and an incredible hourglass figure. She was the only woman in the organization that Brooke admitted was a match against her body-wise. Their chests could only be a millimeter apart at most and somehow the Secretary must have found time to equally hit the gym and training sessions as Brooke did. The dangerous vibes that seemed to emanate from her always put Brooke on edge, and it didn’t help that she had often imagined fighting Diane in the way she and Victoria had. Rumor was that supposedly Diane had been one of the most highly taunted proteges in the Organization right alongside Victoria a few years back. A rivalry between the two sexy spies was whispered in the halls, but then Diane removed herself from missions and became the Directors number two and personal assistant prior to Victoria’s betrayal.

But Brooke would never really know for sure. Everything about Diane’s past was strictly confidential, and Brooke had no way of knowing how dangerous or sexual this woman really was. Sensing the tension between her number two and Brooke, the Director gave a slight cough, “Diane.” She warned, and the secretary went quiet. “No, Brooke, we promised we would give you the first shot at Victoria when she reappeared again, but alas she has been out of sight for the last few months.”

Brooke hid her disappointment because waiting for Victoria was like hoping a poison was going to slowly kill you. Yet, she was addicted and could only again wonder how Victoria was resisting it. The Director spoke again in her normal flirty tone, “This mission is to deal with a threat to one of our most valuable investors and her collection.” She motioned with her head and Diane handed her a file that she then placed forward on the desk towards Brooke.

“This is Countess McBrayer; a young heiress of a family that is the number one trader of ancient valuables. She deals with exotic items and has been helping us greatly over the last year in our growing science research.” Brooke looked at the young woman in the photo and was stricken with how beautiful she was, tanned, a college girl face, with a cheeky smile, and lush straight dark brown hair. You could photoshop her into any college party and she wouldn’t look out of place, though the puffy dress she was wearing in the photo looked more like an 1800s party.

“We are led to believe there is a threat of robbery from one of the native people who are looking to reclaim their lost valuables. Funnily enough, you already have a special connection to this mission, as the valley in which you and Victoria fought was home to the native people in question.” Brooke gulped, she always knew that she and Victoria had destroyed more in minutes than some wars do in years, and the valley of their duel would never be the same.

“It seems our dear Vladimir was so caught up in his own idea of growth and power that he ignored a lot of the hidden treasures to be unearthed in that temple, including this one.” A third picture appeared; a small sphere no bigger than the inner palm of her hand with runes in a language Brooke had never seen covering it.

“This is what we believe they are after, and it is of the utmost importance to keep the Countess in our good graces while she is studying the artifact. Any danger to her or the collection is a direct threat to our research.”

“Understood, but who is the threat?”

A new picture was pushed in front of her. “This is the last remaining survivor of those people, Princess Sienna. We believe she was present at the valley where you and Victoria dueled. Over the last few months, we have been monitoring her movements and it is clear now she is determined to take back this object which we cannot allow.” Brooke viewed Sienna’s photo, another exotic beauty and Brooke was understanding why exactly she had been chosen for this mission. Her darker skin and almost black eyes were incredible, and the resting bitch face worked with her style. She looked in her early 20s at best, and her dirty dark black hair was in one long thick braid resting on her shoulder. Her body was incredible, and Brooke’s eyes danced back between the Countess and the Princess unable to tell whose breasts or waist was better with their outfits and from the pictures alone…but she was sure them standing next to each other would be quite a sight.

“Our last records are roughly two months ago show her traveling to the isle where the Countess resides, but she disappeared into the masses and none of our security team have been able to locate her. It puts us in a difficult position, as though the Countess controls the island, she is at the whim of the investors and business owners. Our Organization can move in the shadows but those billionaires who run the many shops, clubs, and restaurants do not like her or us looking into their employees or money. Meaning Sienna may be even working right under our noses. All we assume is she is attempting to find a way to reach the Countess or more so her personal collection.”

Now that the pictures were side by side, Brooke really understood why she had been chosen for this mission, “They both look….” Brooke wanted to say ‘like babes’, but that didn’t seem appropriate in front of her boss. “Attractive?” The Director responded, seemingly reading her mind and gigging, “They are, and young and feisty. I had the pleasure of meeting our dear Countess and she is not one to back down from a challenge to her…physical attributes. Though you would have to drag her away from her research prior to that.” The Director sighed, rolling her eyes slightly at the memory.

“Really?” Brooke questioned, looking again at the hot Countess, struggling to imagine her in a lab coat.

“Indeed, the Countess is considered somewhat of a genius while also celebrating her 22nd birthday. The Princess by our records is the same age, but we can’t know for sure, Sienna’s records are a bit dicey. Now, McBrayer’s research is one of our top priorities, so treat this mission as such. You won’t have any help from the security forces and will be on your own. You will visit the island, infiltrate, locate the princess, while keeping yourself out of sight, and take her out by any means necessary.”

Brooke wondered if by ‘any means’ meant her way, and it was answered with a sultry nod from the tired-looking Director.

“Making the Princess submit should be a simple task for a woman with your bodily qualities, do as you must.” The Director hummed, the shallow eyes doing a full up and down view of her employee’s lush womanly body. Brooke always felt like the Director was flirting with her, but often, it felt like the woman was far more interested in devouring her than hooking up. Comments about her skin, her face, her sexual prowess, and her body’s ability to control her lust just to name a few things that she often teased Brooke about. If the Director wasn’t as sickly, Brooke would think that she was even challenging the spy at times, but Brooke was sure if they ended up in bed, she would absolutely dominate the Director with little effort. This time, Diane let out a small cough and Director sighed, clearly taking the hint from her second in command, “Well, that is all, you are dismissed. Complete this mission with haste, and once you have captured or eliminated the Princess, you are to report to the Countess for the next steps.”

“Understood,” Brooke replied getting the notion she was to leave immediately. This did not give her a chance to say goodbye to Brock…though it wouldn’t have mattered, he seemed far more distant nowadays anyway and a short conversation was not going to fix their issues. When she got back, she would make sure to spend some time with him or at least try to understand what was wrong. Only a few minutes later and she was on her way to the hangar led by Diane. Her gear, clothes, and other essentials she always had packed were loaded for her during the briefing. As Diane led her towards the plane, the Secretary handed her more documents to study on the flight in a single envelope.

Brooke took them, but instead of opening the files and starting, she couldn’t help allowing her eyes to get a full view of the second in command walking in front of her. The woman was wearing a tight very short leather skirt, with black fishnet stockings with long closed toe black heels. Diane’s full-fat ass looked like it was bouncing just at the cut-off under the shiny material. The white blouse was tight around her thin waist, and from the side could even see the woman’s chest bounce and her nipples protruding out of her shirt. Diane didn’t wear a bra…that was a little bit of information she would store for later. Her eyes shot back up as Diane turned to face her reaching the stairs of the plane. “Finish this quickly and meet with the Countess, don’t waste our time or resources on the resort.”

Now Brooke studied her face, and those green eyes hidden behind the sexy black square glasses. The Secretary always looked like she was judging you and Brooke pushed her chest a bit more forward to give her something to judge. Diane raised an eyebrow at her but did not take the bait…not backing down, but not giving Brooke a hint if she was willing to play along. They were not friendly, and the only reason seemingly was their bodies rivaling each other.

But maybe there was more? Brooke knew that Diane wanted to be the one to take down Victoria maybe as much as she did. Brooke getting a victory over the ex-spy seemed to infuriate Diane, though the exact reason why she wasn’t sure. Brooke raised an eyebrow at the serious tone and implication of the order she had just received, “What? Just orders and no good luck? Common Diane, maybe we should hang out more.” She teased, drawing out the woman’s name as she took the envelope and began to ascend the steps of the plane, making sure Diane got just as good a view of her full ass as the Secretary had been giving her on their walk. If anything, she was always going to try and get the serious Diane to at least crack a smile or take the challenge. Everyone was always so serious recently and this woman most of all. Their work was hard enough, no need to be snippy at each other unless they were in bed.

“Hmph, Good luck Brooke, you will need it,” Diane responded with a twisted smile toward the young spy just as the plane door closed in front of her. Brooke felt a sudden wave of insecurity that had been building in her stomach come rushing out. It just felt like another sign that something was up in the Organization, and that she was very much in the dark. Should she be worried? Yes, her senses and training as a spy had taught her that any indication of treachery was good enough to be on guard. But there was also the fact that Diane was a bitch, a fuckable one, but a bitch, nonetheless. She had been trying to push the bitch’s buttons, and maybe Diane just wanted to fuck with her before they ended up in bed. Still, the sense of doubt lingered, and she decided she would look more into this when she returned from this mission.

The flight was long, over 13 hours before the plane landed on the Island of Carnage, named for a war battle that had taken place on the shores decades before but was now one of the most exotic and elite resorts in the entire world. As she read through the details of her mission, she realized it would be quite a challenge to locate the Princess and get her to submit. The place was massive, and if the security forces that ran the resort had been unable to locate Sienna for months. The Countess was the key, and if Sienna was attempting to get to her, then that would be Brooke’s best bet as bait. She memorized the photos of the women and key figures while also taking account of all the exit points and locations in the hotel until she just couldn’t store any more information. She attempted to relax but couldn’t let go of the tingle of warning in her body from her little comment from Diane.

Infiltrate the resort and capture the princess, but why was this the top mission? Brock had warned her recently about asking questions, but that seemed like something only blind stupid followers would do, and that could only lead to corruption. The details of the mission also didn’t say much about the artifact or what the Countess was researching for the Organization. Usually, there was more, more she was given access to, and this only continued to make her wary.

But she would have to come back to that later once she had completed it, as she put on her first of many disguises before exiting the plane. She was driven to the resort from the small airport after landing, the hot wet tropic air filling her lungs and quickly making her sweat.

The building came into sight before anything else, and even she was awed by the size and grandness of the resort. The Hotel De Amor, where every desire you could dream of was reality. Check-in was easy, her fake name was already registered in a nice room as part of the grand hotel’s main building. The resort was on a small island dominated by structures and pool areas in general. There was still a decent section of forest that remained on the outskirts of the island but was all marked and walled off. It had taken quite a few tries to get a hotel to work on this isle but now it was established, it was the elite of the elite. The hotel itself was gorgeous, with almost 25 floors with rooms, and events, and built like a city. This month and basically every month it was fully booked, with thousands and thousands of guests filling the bars, clubs, and pools, because if you wanted it, you could find it here. This only made it easier for Brooke to slip in among the beauties of the rich and begin her search for the Princess. It honestly was hard to wrap her head around how much money must exchange hands every single day on this island.

Right now, she was sporting a jet-dark hair wig covering her light brown smooth locks. Fake glasses and contacts to hide her blue eyes. She doubted anyone would recognize her, but she might need to change things up, so it was good to start with a random one. There was the fact that even after deleting all traces of who she was, there were always rumors of spies in the upper layers of the world and people were always nervous and looking.

Once she was checked in, she got to her room she quickly set out her gear. An abundance of skimpy bikinis, some far more risqué than others. Tight, thin dresses for walking around the resort, and her favorite black latex spy suit that she had come to enjoy wearing. That was one thing that Victoria was right about, it was the most optimal for fighting, and even more so for seduction. Her preference was all black, but any color worked as long as she could show off her curves.

She had slept well on the plane, so she had all day to start her mission. The first goal was to get some clue about where the Princess was hiding. But where should she start? A few seconds of indecision plagued her before she looked out one of the windows to one of the massive pools. Though she didn’t miss her old life at all, she did sometimes think how nice it would be to be back in school, on spring break with friends just relaxing in her swimsuit and playing around. Not like she got to do that back then, because she didn’t really have any friends. But with her newfound confidence, she felt a bit of regret and saw a chance to live it just for a bit.

No, she had to focus on the mission she told herself, pulling her eyes away from the window. So, she started by exploring the hotel, meeting, and turning down the advances of the many men who eyed her with lust while she investigated. Many of the women here were hot, maybe not in her league but only a step or two away and a rare few might just have been her equal. A few that she wouldn’t have minded competing in her way, and some of the looks she got back meant they likely felt the same way.

In the end, those were the two first days of her mission, an endless search in a maze like a mouse looking for the smallest piece of cheese. Fortunately, they went by without incident, and her low profile was easily kept, but honestly, it was a bit frustrating. She had zero luck and even got rejected when she attempted to flirt her way past the higher levels of security for more details. No sign of Sienna, no connection to the Countess, and if she didn’t know better, she thought she felt someone trailing her a few times. It put her on edge, and on the third day, Brooke had the urge to take at least a few hours to relax and even have some fun if she could swing it. It would give her time to regroup and rethink her strategy.

Clearing her head was always a good tactic as a spy to refocus, and even with her unique sets of skills, it wasn’t often she got to have a mission in such an elite tropical destination. “Fuck it.” She said aloud, she earned a holiday mid-mission after all the work she had been in the last year.

She picked out a very skimpy red two-piece bikini for this day, something she could really show off her body, and maybe make a few other women feel a bit inferior, just for the thrill of it. It covered her chest like a wrap and was a G-string tied on the sides. Grabbing a book and a towel, she skipped out of her room with a naughty smile on her face

Maybe an hour later, as she laid out taking a little break from her mission to take in some sun, a waiter appeared dressed in a far too formal suit for the heat by the pool. Brooke’s eyes cracked open but sensed no threat from the man, and kept her cool, “Miss, apologies to disrupt you, but we will be commencing a little contest in the far pool for a fabulous prize, and our staff would like to offer you a spot in the said competition.”

“Oh, and what’s the contest and prize?” Brooke responded with a flirty manner, playing the part of the hot girl lucky to be at the rich resort. She had already seen a few women and men eye her, but with lust and frustration that they weren’t with or looked like her.

The man smiled, “The winner will receive a dinner ticket to dine with the esteemed owner of the hotel, Courtney McBrayer, and as for the contest, well it’s a contest for women and their ample features. I believe in English it is called a wet t-shirt contest if I can be so vulgar.”

“Oh!” Brooke gasped with real shock at the revelation, but should she be surprised? This resort seemed to have a lot of women brought here for their bodies, and she was sure some of the rich men, and even maybe some of the rich women would happily want to compare who had the best physical company and assets. Confirming her thoughts, the waiter continued, “Yes, many men here and women here enjoy the flesh and find the most unique ways for them to compete and compare. Would you care to join today’s event?”

The Organization would absolutely be furious if they found out she was participating in stuff like this, but they had been working her so hard. It wouldn’t kill them, and she wanted to have fun…she never got to do things like this back when she was a loner in college. She also liked the idea of really getting to show off and prove she had the best body here. Plus, the prize was a dinner with the Countess, so who knows, maybe the Princess would be around or at least Brooke could get some info from the McBrayer woman. Because from the photos Brooke had seen, Sienna too was a woman with features that could win a contest like this.

Considering it for just another second, she smiled at the man, “You know, I think that sounds fun, I’m in.”

The man returned the smile, “Wonderful, here is your contest shirt, you have 5 minutes to head over to the far heart-shaped pool, of course, only the shirt may be worn, and it must cover your breasts, oh and these bottoms are required, we want to make sure it’s fair between the contestants.”

“Of course.” Brooke said, taking the small white t-shirt that was handed over to her along with the small simple green thong, ‘Wow.’ She thought the shirt was so small, it would be lucky that it covered her boobs at all. The thong made sense; it wasn’t a string style but revealed 90% of her ass like one she would wear to play in the ocean or sports in.

She got up from her seat, and walked swiftly to the changing room, switching out her more releveling bikini for the competition thong. Then, she tossed her bikini top into her bag and squeezed into the small white tee. In fairness, it did cover her full chest albeit being very tight. It also only got about 3 inches down her stomach, making her belly button and smooth abs fully visible.

Coming out, she made her way to the stage that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere near the deep large heart-shaped pool. The waiter from before smiled as she approached, somehow keeping his stare professional, and led her on the stage to the number 5 spot, next to a few other women. It seemed some other very pretty girls had been asked to join but only three were wearing the provided colored competition thongs, including Brooke. She guessed that meant that those wearing them were likely the favorites while the others were simply filler for the game. They stood in line, as a big cluster of people came to watch the sexy show, the good-looking announcer was behind his DJ booth smiling and laughing with jokes to the rich and powerful. Then it began, buckets of water placed behind the girl’s where a very sexy buff man was ready, the lucky person to pour the water on the women. The first two who got wet were pretty girls who looked embarrassed but laughed as they did little jumps and jiggled their nicely sized-breasts. But in the third sport was the first girl wearing a thong, a darker-skinned girl with an amazing body, and long silver hair, wearing a blue style with the same design as Brooke’s green little piece. She stepped forward confidently, with a big grin as if she had already won. Brooke’s slight distance from her blocked her view with them still in a line.

But she was able to see her opponent get drenched, shaking her womanly body in all the right places as the clear liquid covered her and poured down her form. She licked her red lips at the mob while her dark areola became visible, and her brown nipples began poking out of the thin cover. She then struck a sexy pose, hands on hips, bending her knees in a low squat and slowly popping back up, with an extra jiggle on her breasts that got hoots and groans of desire. It looked like something a very good dancer could do and she was using it to the best effect. Continuing her sexy dance show, she rotated her head in a full rotation, pushing her visible tits out in the shirt, the little blue thong equally as soaked. Brooke admitted she looked hot, though her fully silver hair looked a little off for some reason. That, plus Brooke couldn’t tell if the woman’s darker skin was from a tan or natural. With her face turned, Brooke noticed the woman didn’t look as enthusiastic even during her moves as maybe the crowd wanted, but her little pout seemed to win the pack, or maybe it was her massive tits and incredible body. Either way, she got a big reaction, and the cheers would be tough to beat. Brooke watched her from the side of her, trying to get a better look but not able to as she stepped back.

“Wow, wow, wow! Look at her move, contestant 3 is clearly the favorite so far, everyone loves a little native island girl!”

‘Native?’ Brooke thought, but the announcer was already moving on. “Next up is contestant 7!” A tanned redhead in the middle stepped forward, wearing an orange thong that she seemed to have pulled a little higher on her full hips making her hourglass more prominent. That was supposedly against the rules, Brooke thought, but it was too late to pull her own up. The crowd applauded as the bucket was dumped on the next woman and her upper body became exposed for the eyes to take in. Brooke was close enough to have some of the liquid land on her toes. Of course, it would be cold, Brooke thought, it would make their nipples protrude from their shirts even more.

The redhead let out a loud moan and ran her hands through her dark red hair, and down her well-tanned body. Her tits looked full and suckable, pink areola visible, and Brooke realized that this orange bikini bottom girl and the number 3 girl in the blue thong were her only real competition for this little game.

The middle girl started doing her own little show, putting her hands in the air where she shook her big wet tits at the crowd, while also sprinkling water on her rival’s faces Brooke was sure was being done on purpose. The redhead then turned, making sure all sides of the crowd got a good look at her taut breasts, and now her big, toned ass, which had water droplets rolling down the big full curves. She bent over at the hips, letting her ass be the center of attention before she too popped up with a good bounce of her visible chest and a little wave to the crowd as she stepped back.

The crowd went wild, but it was impossible to tell if they had been louder for the orange or blue girl. “Hot! Hot! Hot! Now, Contestant 5!” Now it was Brooke’s turn, and she felt the excitement to win. Brooke had done her normal colored hair in cute long pigtails for this little disguise, and she was going to sell it. Even doing a little giggle, she twirled one of them in her fingers as the water was poured on her. It was chilly but more so refreshing in the tropical heat. She felt her shirt stick to her form and she threw her hands in the air with a little bounce on her feet. Then, she ran her hands down, took the bottom of the tiny shirt, and pulled it even tighter to her chest making her breasts look massive and full.

“Hey!” The woman on her left yelled in protest, but no one else heard her. The announcer was too busy gawking at Brooke’s full chest to repeat the rules that the spy had ‘accidentally’ broken. But Brooke was living in the moment, showing off the body she had worked so hard for, and the gifts she had been given. She did a little stretch, spreading her legs wide before leaning down to touch the floor with her hands, her wet ass on display, and her full pussy lips almost visible behind the stretched green thong. When she shot up, she shook her pink nips and areola again and took hold of her pigtails, pulling them back like she was being fucked from behind with a moan. The mob went bananas at the sexual display, and Brooke grinned as she blew a kiss to them, while also feeling the glares from the other two women on stage that she had been a bit wilder than them. She stepped back with a huge cheer, her wet body still racking up points as she posed a bit with a bent leg and a hand on her full hips as she waited. By this point, a few girls had jumped down without getting wet and the others have given up before the winner was picked…leaving only the three up there.

“Okay, okay, okay! What a show! These three girls are clearly our finalists, but only our voters in the crowd can decide! You have just 10 seconds to vote!”

“Vote?” Brooke questioned, but as she noticed her rival’s posing, so did she, trying to look as hot as possible (which was not hard) and show off their assets. When a buzzer went off exactly ten seconds later, the announcer watching his screen. “Oh, and the results are in! The winner is…. Contestant 5 in the green!” The announcer bellowed and the mass cheered in agreement.

Brooke let out a grin, feeling a rush of emotions, apart even relieved that her tits had withstood the opposition. Smiling to the crowd, she gave a little wave with her tits and areolas fully visible in her white tee. The competition had been tight, but it felt so good to win, it was satisfying knowing her body was better than ever and she had just proven in a way her old self never would imagine.

The announcer then continued, “But oh my goodness! How close a contest this was! Our winner won by only one point over our two other finalists who will share second place! But that point matters and number 5 will take home the prize to dine with our lovely resort host!”

The other two main competitors looked shocked they had lost, but all three of them remained which Brooke was sure for some fake friendly photos with the richest of guests.

Brooke now had a chance to see the other two soaking women up close as they faced her. Both looked unhappy with the one in the orange thong looking more furious than the other. She studied them, but something about contestant 3 in the dark blue thong made her do a double take. Brooke’s own makeup and disguises were in top gear, and she had gotten decent at seeing through others’ attempts to hide themselves. It took a second, but as she closely viewed, she noticed that the woman was indeed wearing a disguise, a good one, just maybe not as good as hers. When they locked eyes for a brief second, Brooke knew.

It was her! Princess Sienna, she had been in the contest! But Brooke had already messed up and stared too long because now the other wet woman was looking back at her with equal scrutiny before her black eyes went wide. Brooke quickly realized that she wasn’t the only one who could recognize a less-than-perfect disguise after being soaked in water. The Princesses’ eyes narrowed, and she jumped off the stage into the crowd in a hurry. At the same time, with the contest over, the music started blasting once again and the rich viewers were no longer paying attention to the women on stage.

Brooke jumped after Sienna as if she was running to join the music while also forgetting to collect her prize. Luckily, the announcer was hitting on the redhead contestant 7 who was still on stage standing there, yet she followed Brooke’s sudden departure with a pair of narrow eyes herself.

Brooked moved through the mob of people, thankful that there were so many hot women around that her own beauty was able to blend in just enough that she wasn’t the center of attention even in her see through shirt. It took about ten seconds, but Brooke caught up to the escaping Princess who had gotten stuck trying to get past a bunch of drunk idiots.

Brooke shot forward to reach her, but as she came behind the darker-skinned girl, Sienna threw a quick kick that Brooke just barely dodged side-stepping in the crowd. Brooke threw a kick in return, but Sienna had already moved behind another person and Brooke missed. The group had shifted almost causing them to be in a makeshift arena, and Brooke watched as Sienna took an aggressive stance. Their wet bodies started flinging water droplets everywhere as they did a sexy but indiscrete fight in the midst of a crowd wearing only a green and blue thong and soaked white shirts. They attempted throwing punches, kicks, and slaps through gaps in the bodies, while also making it look like they were just trying to reach for one another. But after almost 20 seconds, neither had landed a single blow and were starting to gather attention.

Brooke knew she had to change tactics, and instead before their next engagement slipped behind a buff man and dove between his legs from behind, coming up in front of him with her near bare ass on his dick. He looked so shocked at where she had appeared from, but sadly for him, that was as close as he got to getting a dance from Brooke, who only winked at him for fun before sliding around another person to the left.

Sienna had moved to anticipate where Brooke would be next, not realizing that the spy had gotten behind her from under the legs of the man. She froze when Brooke was not there and turned her head in panic, but it was too late. She froze as she felt arms wrap around her smooth stomach and felt Brooke pull her body in close.

Brooke’s wet-covered tits crushed into the wet-covered back of Sienna, as the Princess pushed back into her almost acting as if they were dancing and keeping the eyes on them less unaware. “Got you bitch, now give up, I’m taking you back to my room,” Brooke growled, holding the sexy Sienna as tightly as she could.

“Oh, yeah? And what’s gonna happen there, Brooke?”

Brooke’s grip tightened her hold hearing her name from the sexy tone and heard Sienna snicker, “What? You didn’t think I knew they would send you, the number one sexpot whore to deal with a girl like me?”

Brooke rolled her eyes, it seemed her reputation preceded her, “Yeah, they did, and that means you are coming back to my room, and we can figure it out.”

“I don’t think so Brooke, I’m not going with you, and you won’t stop me. You, or your evil Organization.”

“Evil? Please, you are the one that is trying to take something that doesn’t belong to you and stop scientific research that will lead to incredible medical advancements.”

“Fuck off, don’t believe everything you hear. You are just a puppet in this, and I can do this alone…I have everything I need!” Sienna growled and wiggled her full ass into the front of Brooke’s thong front making Brooke lick her lips in desire.

“I can stop you because I know just how to beat and control a woman like you.” Brooke hissed, trying to keep Sienna in front of her, as she put one hand to grasp the full bare ass of the Princess. The muscle was firm and thick in her hand, maybe only second to the feeling of Victoria’s booty, but maybe it was even better. She slapped the full muscle once, and Sienna growled getting the implication that it was an ass fight or more being offered.

“Bitch. I can beat you in a fight like that any fucking day but I’m not about to get caught or waste time with that right now! You want a piece of me, it’s going to be a neutral location.” Sienna hissed, and twisted their bodies, knocking into a passing waiter who had been trying to separate the growing mob. The impact caused enough commotion and people slamming into each other for the Princess to break out of Brooke’s hold and spin away with a small hit on Brooke’s thigh.

“Shit,” Brooke growled, it was far too crowded for a fight here, and making a scene with Sienna wouldn’t work out for either of them. The native girl was standing a few feet away facing her, the Princess’s tits much like Brooke’s, barely contained by the thin white marital and her brown nipples pointing at the rival nips of Brooke. It looked like Sienna was about to move forward and attempt to return a few ass slaps that Brooke had given her, or even suggest a neutral location for them to settle this. But just before she took the first step, Brooke noticed the black eyes of the princess flash at something behind her, and then she smirked. For a second Brooke didn’t understand, but then she was spun by her shoulder and found herself face-to-face with a different person entirely.

“Hey!” The new woman standing in front of her hissed, as Brooke felt her full wet chest bump into two soft mounds of very similar density and wetness. She quickly realized it was the other second-place woman from the contest in the orange thong who looked furious as she stood face to face and chest to chest with Brooke in their white wet t-shirts and tiny thongs, “You cheated!”

Brooke was still reeling from her little tussle with Sienna, but this comment made her flair and bristle. Half her brain screamed that Sienna was going to escape! But the other half, the more important half would not stand this woman challenging the fact that her chest did not just win the contest fair and square, “No I did not!”

“Yes, you did! The Rules state you can’t pull your shirt any tighter once the water is applied.”

Brooke laughed, “One, that’s a stupid rule and they clearly they don’t care cause they still voted me the best, two, you pulled your thong up higher before which is also against the rules, and three, and most importantly, don’t be mad that my boobs are better than yours. In fact, you should get used to it, because you were lucky to even get 2nd.”

The other woman’s face went red like her hair, “Don’t compare your flat chest to mine.” And she bumped her tits into Brooke’s again, and that was it.

“You want to go?” Brooke hissed as she bumped her back, the firm soft mounds bouncing against each other behind their wet shirts. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was challenging but this girl wasn’t going to get by just slapping her inferior breasts into hers.

“I’m right fucking here, aren’t I? Yeah, I want to fucking go.” The other woman hissed, and they moved forward, visible nipples from their thin white shirts meeting just for a second. But the standoff between the 1st and 2nd place girls had even in the commotion caught a lot of attention including the announcer of the contest who picked up his mic and turned a spotlight on them.

“Oh, boy ladies and gentlemen! Looks like we got ourselves a Titfight!” The announcer yelled, and suddenly both Brooke and this woman were being led to the pool and then onto a platform that was controlled and moved out in the middle of the water. “What the fuck?”, Brooke cursed under her breath shocked at how fast this had escalated. This was not keeping a low profile, but then again, the announcer seemed to know exactly what was happening between the two women…and they had a platform…maybe even THIS wasn’t so unusual at a resort of this magnitude.

Brooke turned to face her opponent on their island who was already glaring right back at her. Their eyes darted to the full breasts that would settle this dispute still hidden behind the white see through cloth. Brooke noted this woman had to be roughly her age, with deep dark dyed red hair. She had a cocky look with dangerous blue eyes and her amazing body was well-tanned, but now up-close Brooke could tell that her breasts weren’t fully. The woman had small tan lines that kept her breasts milky white and likely appealed to many people. The wet t-shirt had hidden that from Brooke’s point of view. It didn’t matter because her body looked as good as Brooke’s, and that made this even more thrilling for the sexy spy. Ok, she didn’t care, she wanted to win this even more than the last contest.

“Here are the rules ladies! Hands cupped behind your backs the whole time, tits on tits only, first girl on her knees or in the pool losses! Everything else in the confines of the rules is fair game! Oh, and let’s not forget, this is the one game we let the combatants go topless! So, let’s lose those shirts and get some skin-on-skin action!”

Brooke nodded, as she waited for her opponent. The redhead smiled cockily at her like the fight was already over before going first. She crossed her arms and took hold of the small shirt struggling to cover her tanned tits, she peeled the wet cloth up and over her head, and her full chest bounced back into place, full and taunt, somehow looking firmer and bigger free. Even Brooke had to admit that the tan lines, though small were hot, and she could tell this redhead must have tanned specifically for them. Her milky tits and pink nipples were the center point of her body, and she knew it. She flipped her long dark red hair back and stretched, showing off the light abs behind the sexy stomach and muscled ass. “Want to back down?” She taunted Brooke.

Now it was her turn, and Brooke did a similar move, reaching down and peeling away the tiny top from the front. It pulled her breasts up with it before they bounced back into place, high on her chest. The crowd cheered, and Brooke added a little flair palming her breasts to show their size compared to her hands and how deep she could hold them. “No chance.”

The hot-tanned redhead looked unimpressed, taking a step forward that Brooke matched, their nipples a few inches apart, sizing each other up.

“Wow, that shirt really added a cup size, didn’t it?” The redhead teased.

“Oh, please, if you feel so insecure, why don’t you jump in the pool like a little girl before your small tits get embarrassed by my puppies.”

It looked like a meeting of titans, the two very full chested women with sexy strong bodies facing off on the small arena. They tossed their wet shirts into the pool, leaving them only in their thongs alone on the platform, the redhead was in a tiny simple orange workout thong bikini, and Brooke in a green of similar style. It was funny, because even being surrounded by people watching with hushed breaths, right now for Brooke, only this sexy bitchy woman and her tits mattered.

“Hands behind your backs girls, and titfight!” The announcer yelled and both women moved forward with no planned tactics and expecting an easy win on the first crush. Slap! Both Brooke and the other woman gasped as they connected their sexy bodies, their large chests compressing with a whack, and the crowd around the pool cheered as they watched their asses flex and boobs bounce against the other pair. Ok, this would not be an easy win, Brooke thought with surprise as the full heavy weight of their rival’s chest matched her own.

They grunted sexually as they backed off slightly from the first crush, keeping their breasts just lightly touching by the nipples before they worked their lefts into each other with turned shoulders and then their right globes shortly after, testing for weakness in the other’s full and warm chest. Blue eyes locked as they did so, taunting and hissing at each other, as their hot thong asses stuck out behind them flexing with their long strong legs braced. The music blared and the crowd wailed in excitement around them. Then the two fighters began to grind skin on skin, on the small platform bringing their lovely faces closer. Suddenly the redhead shot her head even closer and attempted to lick Brooke’s face, making the secret spy gasp and back up a few inches as the redhead tried to win with the sexy move, crushing her tits forward as the big pairs mushroomed.

But Brooke countered, and swung her chest, flicking their nipples and causing the tanned tits to back off for a second to avoid the impact. They went face to face grimacing as they struggled breast on breast, perspiration already starting to open from their pours replacing the water. The redhead went for another sloppy lick, but Brooke was ready and shot her own tongue out, letting the two pink snakes flick outside their lips above their warring mountains of flesh. The other woman gasped in surprise across from Brooke’s open mouth, which allowed the spy to slip her tongue into the open maw and begin to wetly twirl.

“Oh, they are kissing! Will tongue domination coincide with boobs?! Will contestant 5 finish her with this!?” The announcer yelled and there were claps of appreciation for the increasingly sexual nature of the fight. Their tits were still locked, the redhead’s nearly full tanned body besides her milky tits and Brooke’s lightly tanned body that had no broken lines.

On the platform, they remained connected with their tongues and tits. The redhead seemed stunned her blue eyes shooting open in shock as Brooke’s tongue spread spit in her mouth, while the blond surged, her toned legs finally breaking the stance of her rival and pushing the redhead back a foot towards the edge with her tits. But just when she thought she had this bitch in the pool, the other woman twisted her body away from the side while keeping their mouths connected. She did this by sucking Brooke’s tongue hard deeper into her warm mouth and forcing the pigtail-haired woman to turn with her, until the rival let the pink muscle of Brooke slip free from her mouth with a string of spit snapping and placing them back to equal in the center of the platform.

“What a move! And contestant 7 escapes with a little bit of tongue-sucking action of her own! Maybe we should get these two a room when they are done here!” Whoops and cheers sounded for that comment, but the two fighters were fully engrossed in each other to notice.

Brooke was thoroughly impressed, this woman may not have been a spy, but her body, strength, speed, and sexual cunning were easily matching her. They also felt even when it came down to pound for pound in muscle and ounce to ounce in meaty breast fat. But that only thrilled Brooke more, and as she viewed the other woman’s eyes, clearly, she wasn’t alone. Winning against a woman like herself was a thrill like no other. In fact, she was happy her kissing plan didn’t work because that meant the only way, she would win was to overpower this bitch with her tits, the good old fashion way. That was more fun.

They slapped again, their faces to the sky as they cried out in sexual frustration. The sexy tit duel went on for almost another full minute, crushing, slapping, and grinding as the women released hungry groans from the battle. Switching between light swinging back and forth and jabbing boob boxing was the theme, before following them up with full breast presses in which they symmetrically docked each other perfectly and tested their latest round of impacts. Their nipples became rawer, but more erect, as they slashed and speared the other globes, the aching getting more and more prominent. The collisions were more aimed and desperate as the crowd went insane watching these two queens lock up in their near-nude state.

Brooke wanted to fuck this bitch with her tits and nipples for challenging her, and each time her boobs didn’t flatten the other soft pair mashing with her own it made her feel wild. Again, they ended up face to face, the redhead snarling, “You bitch.” Into Brooke’s ear, their breasts mushrooming.

“Fuck you whore. I feel you going saggy every hit.” Brooke snipped back, as their nipples crossed and they hissed while they bent each other to the side.

“No chance cunt, you are going to be flat soon, and maybe I’ll fuck you with my breasts later just for the fun of it.” The tanned redhead hissed, the sound of a dirtier challenge in the words, one that made Brooke groan.

“Sounds like a date bitch! But only after everyone here see’s why my tits and my body are better than yours?” Brooke sneered back.

The look of fury on the redhead’s features confirmed that Brooke had found a nerve. They kissed again, but this was more aggressive and private, trying to lightly chew the other’s lips raw behind the redhead’s thick hair. Mid-kiss, Brooke tried to readjust her feet but noticed just in the last second that the platform was getting smaller. Pieces around them were floating away and this was forcing them closer with less mobility. The two topless titfighers now did a final dance, stomachs grazing as they enclosed on each other, curving their backs to keep their balance and the weight on her rival. When, now desperate, and without any other options, Brooke slammed her tits forward and the other woman groaned as her nipples stabbed, into her soft full pair. Their eyes both closed in frustration and desire. Their breasts seemed to have molded, and a slick amount of sweat now dry from the pool made it hard for them to add any sort of friction.

They seem to realize there was only one way to win and ensure it didn’t come down to just luck. Before the other woman could react, Brooke bent her knees and stuck her ass out, just as the other woman did as well, but luckily the spy was just a millisecond faster and undercut the woman’s slippery breasts. The woman hissed knowing Brooke’s plan as she tried to get back to even, but Brooke took a step forward to force them into sexier contact. The redhead tried to hook their knees but had to brace back with her free foot to stop from falling over.

Yet, the tactic lost the woman just an inch, but that inch was no longer one she could give. Her foot slid off the now close edge and she was bent back with no footing. “No! Fuck!” She screamed while Brooke groaned with one last push with her breasts and the meaty jugs finally separated, pushing the redhead’s fat pair up. The redhead fell back her tits jiggling up and down as her hands shot out from behind her back as if she wanted to brace her fall into the water. But they shot forward and she attempted to reach out and pull Brooke with her by the pigtails, but she failed to get a hold and her hands slipped off Brooke’s smooth skin in a last-second attempt. She let out a cry as she landed with a loud splash in the pool, and the crowd went wild as Brooke grinned, losing herself for a few seconds as she shook her still-looking amazing wet sore tits at the crowd victorious.

She watched as the woman she had just out titfought pushed herself out of the pool on the far side. Standing, dripping wet, topless, she adjusted her tiny orange bikini bottoms, while her obvious boyfriend, or at least some guy she knew, came rushing over to cover her with a white towel. But instead of thanking him the woman aggressively pushed him away and into the pool to a large amount of laughing from the crowd. She then turned her body back to face Brooke still standing on the platform, the woman’s creamy breasts looking as formidable as ever. She was glowering at the winner and Brooke glared back, sticking her victorious chest out, her nipples hard and poking as if they could tear free from the thin white material they had been wearing. It was an invite from Brooke, a dare, that round two was right here, without the gimmick of the platform but after a few seconds, long enough for Brooke to know that they hadn’t settled anything, the woman turned again and walked away from the pool. Another small cheer rang out as Brooke grinned and gave a wave to the crowd before jumping into the pool and swimming to the side. As she pushed herself a few people came to attempt to get her number or room apparently, but she declined everything. She had been lost in the moment, and now Brooke remembered her real goal and gave a groan thanks to letting her determination to be the hottest body in the pool distract her.

She quickly scanned the pool area, but Sienna was long gone and that was a big failure on her part. “Fuck.” Brooke hissed as she disappeared into the crowd quickly trying to make herself less seen as people cheered for her a few more times until returning to their drinks and own lives. She couldn’t collect the prize for the dinner and wouldn’t be able to use this disguise again thanks to her sudden found popularity as the wet-shirt queen. She had to focus and had to get back on track to find this sexy princess once again for the sake of the world.

Part 2

Over the next two days, Brooke doubled her efforts, furious that she had let Sienna slip through her wet fingers. It had now been five days and four nights since she had arrived at the island and so far, Brooke’s search had been for naught. The resort was just too big, and the schedules of the workers and clubs were too random or secret. She had explored the shows, the strip clubs, and the restaurants, but like she had been warned by her superiors, they were far too inclusive, and the hotel kept denying even the simplest of requests. She was sure Sienna wouldn’t be foolish enough to appear again as she had at the pool earlier in the week, even if the prize was meeting with the Countess, so Brooke couldn’t wait for that either.

Annoyingly as well, Brooke also now had an enraged social media model looking for her, and twice had to duck out of the hall when the tanned redheaded girl from the pool was walking by. Somehow, Brooke’s best disguises didn’t matter to this woman; because this one woman could just tell by a single glance at Brooke’s tits who the spy was and made a beeline for her both times. It hurt Brooke’s pride more than anything having to run away from this apparent challenge but getting distracted into a tit rivalry was the last thing she could do right now. Sure, Brooke could have hidden her puppies…but no, she wouldn’t conceal two of her favorite features, so dodging the woman was necessary. Even if it meant pushing down the sexual urge and primal instinct to subjugate the bitch again.

Feeling like she was running out of time, she decided to visit one location she had only briefly reviewed, and that was the upper rooms of the Gold Casino, the biggest and most expensive area of the resort. Honestly, she had avoided it for the sole reason that burning through cash was the fastest way to receive a boring talk from Diane or one of the other pencil-pushing bureaucrats of The Organization about funds. But with few places left to search, she knew the high roller area would be a great hiding place for a Princess keeping a low profile. Brooke quickly realized that the easiest way for her to infiltrate without wasting money was to dress up as one of the scantily clad waitresses and pose for the night. She had avoided doing this on the mission thus far because it would eventually raise questions from the management team if a random waitress they had never seen before worked one night, but she had no other options.

She made her way toward the casino that night, but after taking a few turns in the halls her spy senses started to tingle. Without sending any sign, she noted that three people were following her. This wasn’t the first time; Brooke had noticed a similar tail the last two days as well but brushed it off as people just trying to get her into bed. This time, it was more obvious and three days in a row was a bit too much. Two men and a woman in casual resort gear, doing well to keep their distance but not enough for someone of Brooke’s training. ‘Hm.’ She wondered what their association was and how they had found her. She was wearing standard workout gear that wasn’t out of place in this part of the resort and her disguise made her into a platinum blonde with a few other details to throw people off. Taking a few quick turns and using her skills to ‘disappear’, she threw the trail. Once she was confident they were gone, she continued but had a shiver of worry because that meant the other tails earlier in the week likely were from the same group. If a rival association was on the isle that could cause trouble, but she would worry about that later however because she finally reached the casino. Ironically, flirting and confidence got her past the guards to the women’s changing rooms easily, and she quickly found an outfit in one of the lockers.

“Really?” She sighed, as she pulled the clothes out. It wasn’t surprising but she couldn’t help rolling her eyes at the ridiculousness. It was a French maid costume and a scantily clad one at that. A big puffy black and white wide skirt that wouldn’t even cover ass standing still let alone walking in the black heels provided. The top was a cross stitch corset that squeezed her already perfect tits together for an even more alluring sight while her legs would be covered in white high-leg stockings held up by a white garter belt. Under it would be tiny white thong panties that were not much bigger than the bikinis she had been wearing at the pool. It also came with lace elbow-high gloves and a black choker around her neck. The final gift was a feathery duster for show and a little headpiece. Not letting it throw her off, she slipped into the little uniform, noting in the mirror that she did look good in it. Wishing herself luck, she took a serving tray, and moved out and into the gambling floor with a sultry walk.

She entered the loud huge chamber and was quickly overwhelmed by the sights. It was filled with poker, roulette, and other games to light and appease the senses of the very rich. Dancers in cages were hanging on the ceiling while erotic music emanated out of the walls. Brooke quickly began to make rounds around the patrons, noticing that there was no real schedule or area any of the waitresses were assigned and unlike many of the other clubs, all the women were dressed differently. Though they were all wearing costumes of a sexual nature. There was a police officer, firefighter, nurse, cheerleader, and even an air stewardess, the list went on. The women here were all above the attraction levels of the other clubs, though Brooke still stood above the rest, and with a glance, she only found one that could really compete with her.

Making her next sweep, she playfully went up to an older-looking patron, leaning over to make sure her breasts were right near his face. “A drink sir?” Brooke asked sweetly. She had already done a quick scan of both the women and guests and did not find any sign that one of them was the Princess in disguise. She doubted Sienna would have many covers like the one she used at the pool, and that confirmed that the Princess so far was not here. That meant she needed to play the role a bit and try to find any other info from the patrons or guests.

The man looked up, eyes widening at the maid. He then nodded and felt up her perky ass as she moved to the bar for his order. She gave a fake little giggle and promised she would snap his neck later if she had a chance. At the bar, the line was a few people long, so it gave Brooke a chance to let out a sigh of frustration. Where was Sienna!? No one here seemed to be talking about her, while every other super-hot bimbo including herself and that model redhead were the talk of the town. Three times she heard about the titfight at the pool, and the other waitresses didn’t remember anyone that would resemble Sienna working here. Brooke needed help, a clue, something to get her going in the right direction or she would have to report her failure! But as luck would have it, one was walking into the high roller room at that very second.

The doorman at the entrance picked up a microphone and spoke clearly to the speakers set around the room, “We welcome the esteemed owner of our hotel, Countess McBrayer to our humble casino.”

The doors opened, while Brooke slunk into the shadows of the bar. The young woman the spy had studied only from photos entered the room, but surprisingly she looked nothing like what Brooke expected. Unlike the elegantly dressed men and women playing the games, or the sexy waitresses in their costumes, the countess looked…weirdly normal. Like she had just come back from the gym or was hanging out in her college dorm with friends. She was roughly Brooke’s height and was wearing tight light blue gym leggings along with a baggy white sweatshirt. Her dark auburn brown hair was in a messy bun that looked like it had been thrown in up the last second. Her face was even prettier up close with light brown eyes, a cute nose, and a bright smile with a lip ring. Though she did have some dark bags under her eyes from apparent lack of sleep. She was also reading something on a bright pink tablet and had small headphones in her ears, actively ignoring all the people standing to greet her. Regardless of her attire and attitude, she was very easily the hottest woman in the room besides Brooke and that one other waitress.

At this time, and in her current outfit Brooke did not want to make contact with the owner; not before she found the Princess. But her curiosity and sexually deviant side to learn more about the mysterious Countess led her to move closer and listen in…and get a better view of the rich sexpot she had read so much about.

It turned out getting close wasn’t needed however because the Countess spoke in such a loud tone that anyone could have heard if they had one ear. “I don’t want to be here, I’m closer than ever at another breakthrough on those artifacts AND my planet studies! I finally get to study what I want.” She loudly complained taking out just one of her headphones but did not look up from her tablet.

“You had to make an appearance; the customers spend more when you are around…even with your current state of dress.” The older butler who had come in with her stated, but she barely looked at him and continued reading on her pad.

“Whatever. I still need that Princess captured, is that sexy spy they sent anywhere close?”

“We have been tracking the spy as ordered, though she was able to slip away from us for the first time today…we reported this as per their order and are waiting for a response regarding what action to take. We expect she will return to her room, however, and have no worry she…”

“You lost her!?” The young woman yelled after a few seconds almost bouncing on her feet and even under her baggy shirt Brooke could see the girl’s tits jiggle for a flash. “Oh great, now we have to find both of them.” She groaned rubbing her temple.

“Don’t worry we will find…”

“Ugh, shut up, you’re annoying.” The Countess interrupted finally looking up at him. She was quite tan for a shut-in, Brooke thought, but she figured living in the tropics would do that.

“One of THEM is already here, and the other is on the way. And you know I don’t want THEM in the way of my research AGAIN, so find me the Princess without risking the artifact or files.” The young woman ordered, her sexy face scowling and her brown eyes glowing. For the first time since her entrance, Brooke felt the dangerous energy coming off the Countess as she gave this order and knew that there really was a sex queen hidden behind this chill and relaxed look.

But now the pause gave Brooke a chance for her brain to make sense of what had just been said. Her breathing had picked up and her heart started going crazy. That sounded like the Countess was very much aware of who she was…and why she was here. The fact that they had been tracking her, meant they knew which disguises she had been wearing. More than anything it sounded like she was a target. But that couldn’t be…sure there had been a few trails but that wasn’t a big enough sign. It obviously was a rival spy group…right? Then, all the thoughts and worries she had before this mission about the Organization came rushing back like a punch in the gut.

“I’m leaving. Don’t bother me again until they both are here, or if you capture the Princess. I’ll be back in the lab…once I get some sleep.” The countess yawned, and before the man could protest again, she had popped her air pods back into her ears and was already walking back towards the exit. Brooke watched the woman’s big ass in those tights seem to recoil with each step she took. A motion Brooke had only seen a few other women’s behinds including her own perform with just walking.

But Brooke shook her head from the thoughts, trying not to think of sexfighting the Countess and breaking her fantastic ass with her own. There was something much bigger going on and she had to re-group and try to understand the statement that the Countess had just spoken. But, while she had been focusing on that conversation, some intense gambling and another conversation were taking place just across the room. Near one of the highest-hand poker tables, an old woman and a young man were in a ‘friendly’ argument. “How the hell did you beat me 10 times?!” The man now with a very loose tie and a lot of sweat coming from his forehead asked the old woman sitting across from him.

“Oh, just old luck.” She shrugged, her wrinkles putting her in her 80s at the youngest. “I think a drink would suit me before we continue though.” Before she could make it to the changing room, Brooke was motioned over to the table by the dealer to take orders for both. Wanting to keep her cover and not make a scene, Brooke quickly went over and then back to the bar for the beverages. She had gathered that the man had just lost 50,000 to the woman in less than 10 minutes and did not have the personality to walk away.

“Double or nothing?” The man demanded suddenly, “But instead of cards…let’s use this resort with how it was meant to be used and bet on something a bit more real.”

“Real? Do tell an old lady what you mean?”

“Well, this place isn’t beyond a little sex, or so I hear. And why should we be the only one’s having fun? Let’s put a show on for some big money, I suggest that both of us pick one of the waitresses, and have them compete in a little blowjob contest, I’m sure the casino can provide some men?”

“Of course, sir. You aren’t the first to have this idea.” The dealer replied and gave two nods to the security team who disappeared behind a curtain.

The woman gave a crackling laugh, “Oh, a young man like you with such a dirty mind, but I’m very much interested. I’m very confident I can pick out a young…slut if I can use that word in this company, out of a crowd very easily.”

“Oh, I love that you are so open-minded lady, I bet you were a fox yourself back in the day.”

“Oh, stop it, flattery won’t help your girl win…but as such as such a gentleman, I have to assume you will let me pick first.”

He nodded, and the old woman didn’t even hesitate, she pointed right at Brooke from across the room getting drinks from the bar, her yellow teeth beaming. “That one for me.”

Before she could make any type of escape Brooke was surrounded by men in black suits leading her back to the poker table, the drinks were forgotten at the bar. The spy tried to play it cool but couldn’t believe for the second time in 72 hours she was set to compete in some sex game at this freaking resort. And she doubted this time that she had a choice and wondered if this type of game was part of the contract when workers applied here.

“Oh, the French maid? Good choice. Well, then I will have to go with the nurse.” As he pointed at a woman who was brought forward as well. He had selected in Brooke’s opinion arguably the second hottest woman working and as her competition approached…Brooke studied her sudden opponent.

Her skin was very dark, two if not more shades darker than Sienna’s. Her incredibly curly black hair was up in a high bun with twirling strands escaping down her gorgeous face. Her nurse outfit was as erotic as the maid one, red stockings to her mid-thigh, the white almost plastic-looking material covering down to her mid-ass where the red thong-style panties were still visible. The upper part of her dark breasts was pushed together like Brooke’s, and they looked as big and formidable as the maids.

Brooke felt the challenge radiating off the nurse, similar to the one the redhead had given off at the pool, this woman was a challenger, and Brooke knew the two of them would have found a way to match up even without this game. Even with all the info now in Brooke’s head, getting this woman to feel inferior in some sex games suddenly felt like a priority, her nympho body and mind overwhelming her reason. Not that she or even the hot nurse needed any more motivation once they noticed each other, but the dealer then said to the both of them, “The winning waitress will also get 10,000 the loser…500. Good luck and may the best mouth win.”

The man smiled, “Good, I’m sure that will make them very enthusiastic.” And the old woman nodded, though her stare did not leave Brooke.

Two men were brought in and placed next to the two women a few seconds later. They were very in shape and clearly meant to be eye candy for the women in the audience. Brooke and the nurse were turned to face each other, and even if they didn’t have to do a little stare-down, they did. Anytime the spy found herself facing another woman like this like she had many times in her short sexpot career she couldn’t help feeling the thrill and desire to dominate this bitch. Money or not, she wanted to win. They went down to their knees and were turned and pushed back until they were almost touching.

Meanwhile, the men stripped and presented themselves, to nods of appreciation. They both had large dicks, far thicker than average, and already going erect thanks to Brooke and the nurse on their knees in front of them. From the audience’s standpoint, the scene was incredible. Many of them thought after seeing the girth of the two dicks that at least one of the women would have backed down from the challenge, but no, in fact, it only thrilled the girls. While everyone was focused on the sloppy sucking about to occur, another battle was already taking place between the buxom women. Because the men had placed the maid and the nurse nearly back-to-back, their toned full asses skin had brushed and sent sparks down to their wetting cunts. Brooke knew from that slight contact that this race would be decided on two fronts, her sucking and her way to press this rival ass back to distract her rival. In fact, the way the man was panting in desire in front of her, she had a feeling this was going to be a very quick and tight match.

There was a slight pause, before the dealer clicked a small stopwatch, “You may begin.”

Brooke took the thick dick into her mouth instantly while both her hands went up to the base of the shaft. She performed one deep throat swallow where she almost gagged herself to wet the whole dick in a single move. There were murmurs of appreciation, but Brooke didn’t know that the nurse had accomplished the same slutty trick as if they were mirrors of each other without knowing it.

The maid popped it out and began to stroke it aggressively with both hands while her mouth continued working the head with a bobbing motion. Just 10 seconds in and she felt her ass slammed into by an equally firm mound of muscle. It almost broke her concentration, but she remained focused and rammed her own thick bubble ass back, causing a clapping sound from the two booties crushing. From under the skirts, the smooth skin slapped twice more before they tried to press each other’s sexy muscle flat. Gym-built booties gave no ground as the two held a tight press, powered by their strong thighs and hamstrings. But if one of them stopped resisting, that woman would lose precious seconds…and be secretly humiliated of course as the ass war raged.

Brooke noted rival’s ass was solid, matching her well as they locked a cheek between the other’s cheeks and began to grind up and down. The sexual pulses caused her and the nurse to both moan, increasing the panting from their mouths and the pressure of their lips on the dicks. But that fight was only the distraction from the dick-sucking that had increased in ferocity. The poor but lucky men had no chance, not allowed to cum for a week before this game, selected to ensure its end quickly…though even the dealer was surprised at how fast they seemed to fall. There was no teasing, no taunting, it was a desperate wet race, and the men were already groaning as Brooke and the nurse sucked harder, and their asses ground firmer. Maybe they should have blindfolded the men because having the hot dark nurse and creamy-tanned maid in their sight may have had them cumming even without the blowjob. The boys also had the best view of every one of the two women rubbing and fighting with their asses. They watched the white and red thongs grinding against the other’s skin until they backed up and clapped ass to ass again.

Brooke didn’t waste a second because she could just tell this nurse was as slutty as she was, and she was right. The other woman had followed a nearly identical pattern, fully swallowing the dick for a few seconds before she began to suck with long strokes of her hands, her red lips moving up and down the head at an erotic speed.

Both men let out loud moans and the race sped up to a breaking pace, the maid and nurse sucking and slurping as hard and as fast as possible to prove they could satisfy more efficiently. Only 40 seconds into the contest and with a perfect suck on the head with a thrust with her spit-covered hand on the shaft, Brooke felt the dick in her mouth surge and her blue eyes flashed in victory.

He was just about to cum, and Brooke hadn’t even used half her talent. The first emotion she felt was frustration because the ass fight happening between her, and the nurse was just starting to get good but a win was a win. Brooke gasped as she popped the large dick out of her mouth just in time for it to explode on her face and tits. The spurts came out in large, long bursts and though the line first hit her mouth and chin, Brooke successfully aimed the final 4 shots down onto the top of her breasts, coating the melons with robes of white cum. A polite clapping came from the observers watching and appreciating the erotic display of skill. This was followed by a second round of clapping just two seconds later in which Brooke was sure the nurse had just finished and was being roped by the strings of cum at the same time.

“And the winner is the French Maid.” The dealer noted in a calm voice, and a third round of light applause was overshadowed by a groan from the man who had made the bet. Brooke didn’t even have a chance to look up at the man she had just blown before he was pulled away. But a little grin came to her lips, as she again proved on this resort, she was the best sexpot and woman around. Unable to stop herself she smirked and turned around to look at the nurse, “Looks like I’m better bitch, nice try with your weak ass though.”

The nurse’s face turned with a raised eyebrow at the maid, not about to let a comment like that slide, “Are you fucking joking?” She hissed turning around fully on her knees to her ‘full’ height in that position. Brooke matched, her hands folding under her impressive chest while she shifted forward till they were a centimeter apart, both sets of bulging tits coated with cum.

“Backdown, bitch. Unless you want to be embarrassed again.” Brooke hissed, thrilled that the assfight hadn’t just been for show but not tolerating this woman thinking they were on the same level as her.

“No way, whore. Not sure where your attitude is coming from. Winning a race suck-off like this is nothing special and doesn’t mean anything when it comes to real sexual skill.”

“Nothing special? You couldn’t do it, so I guess I’m more special than you.” Brooke deadpanned with zero friendliness, but she did push out her chest a bit more.

The woman frowned and shifted forward and Brooke let her come up until their covered chests met on their knees, their skirts riding up further from the shuffling, the nurse’s tiny red panties versus Brooke’s own white set of similar lace in view. The top of their breasts bulged even higher as Brooke’s lightly tanned tits clashed against the mocha-colored bust of her sudden rival, each pair desperate to escape the bounds of the costume holding them back. The people around them watched with glee, it was rare a contest like this continued after the main show, especially with women like the two involved now. The dealer raised a hand to the security and other waitresses coming over to halt them, he would see how this would play out until it became too obscene for the audience.

“You talk a lot; I think I owe you a real lesson when it comes to sex.” The woman hissed into Brooke’s face, then she lifted a hand and slapped Brooke’s full ass harder than what would be considered playful.

“Oh, and I think you need more medicine,” Brooke replied sarcastically, and she too reached behind her rival, but instead of spanking the nurse’s equally strong and full ass, she felt it roughly and then pulled the little red panties up turning them even more into a string thong into the woman’s ass crack.

“Grr. Bitch.” The hot nurse spat as her outfit was used against her, her ass being split by the lacy material. Her lips were only an inch from Brooke’s, but they didn’t kiss. Instead, the spy moved to the woman’s ear and whispered, “You lost bitch, and if you want a chance at a rematch against me, you are going to lick my tits clean of this cum.” She ordered, and her rival’s dark green eyes flashed in anger before she did as she was told. She lowered her head and did three long licks on Brooke’s upper chest, doing a poor cleaning job but getting the good thick stuff into her mouth. With a flick of her tongue, she finished but didn’t back off, bringing her mouth directly in front of Brooke’s once again, their chests pressing behind the nurse and maid outfit.

“Once we are backstage, we will settle this like real women.” The nurse-dressed woman hissed, then slammed their mouths together into a searing cumswapping kiss, returning the discharge she had just licked clean off Brooke’s full tits. The maid didn’t hesitate, kissing back, their soft full lips moving at a slow but aggressive pace. The nurse’s tongue broke through their lip connection a second later, entering Brooke’s sweet mouth. The invasive pink muscle was forceful, and Brooke felt her own muscle strain as it met the invader, matching it lick for lick until they twirled into a nasty cummy knot between their conjoined lips.

Brooke wanted to take this kiss further, deepen it, but it was not to be. Blue and dark green eyes glared as they snapped the wet kiss thanks to the hands of people gently pulling them apart. “Fuck you.” Brooke spat into her rival’s face at the last second, but she knew in the back of her head that for the second time on this mission, she would have to postpone this sexual fight. The details couldn’t be discussed however because the other waitresses had separated them, and they stood up and apart breathing heavily.

All the while, the old woman’s face seemed neutral as she watched the after-contest bonus show, while the young man groaned at his ‘champion’s loss’ but was still thrilled from the sight of what had happened on the floor between the nurse and the French maid.

“What a fun game.” The lady quipped a second later, “You can send the winnings to this account.” She added lightly smiling and passing a card to the dealer of the game, “Right away ma’am.” He responded robotically. Standing feebly from the table, she then motioned a good-looking worker over to take her arm. “Thank you.” She sighed, leaning in on him. Meanwhile, Brooke stood there in her slightly awry French maid costume …next to the other woman dressed still in her nurse outfit, both gasping with their faces covered in cum after their little kiss. Being nearly nude in front of people was something Brooke was far more accustomed to nowadays, but she was not used to giving a public blowjob in any state of undress. The other woman looked equally as annoyed, but more so because of what had transpired during it. There were a few people between the two sex queens which Brooke was sure so they didn’t end up catfighting and dragging each other backstage in front of the guests…though she doubted they would oppose. After a few seconds, she noticed the old woman was moving towards her and the spy turned her head to meet the glance.

“Well, that was good for my bank account. Thank you, dearie, your body and skill are almost as good as mine.” She said towards the spy. ‘As good?’ Maybe she was fully senile, Brooke thought at the weird comment, but whatever, right now she had been exposed in the open too long, especially now that she was fully aware that there was something very much up…and that the Organization had lied. Lost in her own thoughts, she hadn’t noticed the old woman still approaching her until she was standing right beside the spy. Brooke turned her head again as the lady motioned her closer, then into her ear whispered in a completely different voice than the old woman had been using all night, “They are coming.”

Brooke’s blue eyes went wide, but by the time she could form a sentence, the woman was already back on the young man’s arm, being led away without a look back. The French maid was frozen in space because that voice that had just come from those old lips…it was a much younger, alluring, and even taunting tenor. A voice that sent a shiver down Brooke’s spine and there was only one person in the world who could have such a profound effect…Victoria. But…that couldn’t have been the ex-spy the whole time…couldn’t it? If that was a disguise, it was more sophisticated than any of the Organization. Had she been fooled by her rival and forced to compete for Victoria’s entertainment and money?

Combining that with the information the Countess had spoken made everything seem less important. Now separated from the sexy nurse, her mind was becoming clear again, and a wave of worry filled her soul. She stepped back into the corner of the casino room, as more eyes returned to the games now that the show was over. The dark woman in the hot nurse outfit had already begun moving towards the changing room looking back at Brook with a challenging stare, daring her to follow her, yet Brooke forced herself to ignore it even as her primal instincts raged.

She had a million thoughts now, and her heart was beating at an accelerated rate. Her own self-preservation came flooding forward like an animal instinct. She had to get out of the Casino and contact The Organization and get some of the questions answered as soon as possible. Or should she? If that old woman had really been Victoria, should she follow that warning?

Before security could begin to ask questions about her, Brooke moved, but instead of the woman’s changing room, she went to the men’s room to avoid the confrontation with the nurse…no matter how much it killed her inside to run from what she presumed would be a nasty hot sexfight. Quickly she slipped out of what was left of the French maid dress and concealed herself with all she could find she was able to return to her room 10 minutes later, locking the door behind her. Maybe it had been a mistake to come back here, they would know, but she needed her gear no matter what happened next so there really had been no choice.

There was just too much going on in her head. She was furious, horny, scared, and frustrated. Victoria! She was here…or was she? And if it had been her, why would Victoria of all people warn her? What did she mean that ‘they were coming’? Why would Victoria be here in the first place, unless maybe she was back with the Organization? But if that was the case, why had she been in a disguise? Unless that was a play…to lure Brooke out alone. There was too much she didn’t understand. She put off reaching out to the Organization, trusting her gut that it was the right call so she could be on more solid ground before she reported anything.

She quickly showered and cleaned herself up from the cum and spit hardening on her body. Then in just a robe, she took hold of the notebooks she had filled with intel on the people at the resort. As she reviewed her last five days, she began to notice that things didn’t line up. She had to accept that she could no longer ignore the irregularities of this mission and all her previous worries. Step by step she worked to break it down before she went crazy.

It had felt like there were people here watching her, and now she knew it was true. But was it HER Organization tracking her? Yes, it had to be because they clearly knew what disguises she would be in each time she left her room. She was simply using the list the Director and Diane had given her, but this had never happened before. They had trained her too well in the process of making connections, and now she was starting to see through the façade. The questions, the looks, many of them coming from key workers who should have no idea who she was unless they were tipped off or warned in some way.

Could it have been the Princess? No, Sienna would be outnumbered, and the Countess had too many people for the native girl to move in the open or lead a group. It had to be…the Organization, it was the only explanation that fit into every query she had. Maybe they had decided to fire her because she hadn’t caught the Princess yet? No, you don’t get fired here…you get killed.

What the hell was going on? She opened her notebook for what felt like the 100th time and began to review, trying to connect the dots again and again, this time looking even further back.

Noting instances when certain spies had failed missions they shouldn’t have, operations becoming more tight-knit, and her own missions starting to look more and more like personal errands rather than world-saving or help fighting evil. Even her lover, Brock, seemed to have changed in tune with these. He had become more closed off to her personally, and his multiple private meetings with the Director had become daily. His making of weird comments about the future that Brooke couldn’t understand had become the customary talk of their late-night conversations.

As she started to come to some conclusions, she collapsed on the soft bed. “What the fuck.” She said alone to the ceiling. These people following her were part of the Organization and had been desperately trying to hide that fact from her. Only a mistake on their part and seeing the Countess had given her this heads-up. Without it…she didn’t want to think about that. Brooke sat up still in her robe and looked at the map, she still had no leads on the princess, who might be able to answer a few of her growing questions.

The only part she couldn’t connect was her sexfighting missions. What were the points of those? How the hell were those connected? Nope, she didn’t have time to figure that out because honestly, they didn’t matter. She went back to her notes, Diane’s comments, and the general attitude of the director. It all came back to the same conclusion…something had changed, and they were treating her like a target.

A ping on her main consul made her shoot up from the bed to her feet. Did they know she was looking into them now? No, she had triple-checked if the room was bugged. She opened the message, reading the simple line, ‘Mission change. Remain in the hotel room tonight, new updates will follow in the morning.’

That was it, that was all they gave her. The tingle she had felt when for so long was now a full-blown shiver. This was all wrong, the Countess had accidentally given her the key, there were people around here that were part of ‘her’ Organization but were pretending not to be, and Victoria was here for some reason. And now she was ordered to stay in her room for the rest of the night. She knew that whether it was a trap or something else, Victoria’s warning was true; someone was coming for her.

Calming her nerves, she accepted that there was a new number-one priority on her mission. She needed to get out of this hotel and away from the resort as quickly as possible. They wouldn’t attack her in the open, they couldn’t risk the run-in, so she decided to do one more walk around the hotel ‘for food and drink’ and this time she noted the many eyes and camera’s following her every move. When she got back after her quick tour, she marked on the map the area of all the cameras and confirmed there was a sweet spot where the camera’s moved away giving her a chance to slip out of her room from the balcony at night and escape. She quickly began to destroy everything she had except the main things she could fit in her backpack, her spy gear, some tiny bikinis, and her one silver spy catsuit which she put on for the first part of her plan. She would have one chance starting at dusk, and she needed to take it.

As the sun descended, she made one final play. She bugged her room with a hidden camera near the TV so that she could monitor from afar from her computer. Then with a good luck wish to herself, she slipped out of the glass door and began to move across the balconies of the rooms right at 7:02.

The descent down the walls of the resort took almost thirty minutes, as she continually had to wait for people to pass under her or return to their rooms. The path she took was to avoid all the visible cameras, but again that added desperate minutes to her escape and she kept expecting someone to yell out, see her, or worse, put a bullet in her head.

Finally, she was on the ground and turned a quick corner towards some bushes to change…only to come face to face with two people from the Organization that she recognized. They clearly didn’t expect her and there was a second of frozen silence as the man and woman stared at the cat suit-wearing Brooke. Then Brooke attacked just as they reached for their guns. In a quick motion, she launched on her heel into a spinning kick, slamming on the man’s jaw and sending him into the woman and then to the ground groaning. The other woman falling failed to pull the weapon from the hoister thanks to the impact. Brooke flipped into a handstand, her ankles latching around the woman’s neck. She gasped before Brooke used the momentum of her body to fling the woman’s head directly into the brick wall next to them with a thud and the organization lackey was out cold. Brooke released and cartwheeled to her feet as the man got up, but he had no chance. She dodged his dazed punch and sent another flexible kick into his jaw from the bottom, her body an arrow with the splits. This second hit crumbled him, the whole fight taking 15 seconds and Brooke gracefully returned to her natural stance next to the now knocked-out pair.

“Fuck.” Brooke hissed at the collapsed bodies. She guessed they forgot that even though she may have been the best sexpot, that didn’t mean she didn’t lack combat skills and had improved massively over the last year. Both of her opponents were unconscious and would be for a few hours she figured with where she had hit them. She could have killed them right then, but Brooke couldn’t, she didn’t know how much they really knew and honestly avoided killing most of the time anyway. Instead, she pulled them into some bushes, gagged, and tied them up.

Satisfied, she covered her catsuit with some normal clothes as there were too many people to simply hide moving across the pool area, but she remained out of the line of security and the cameras in the crowd. After almost another 30 minutes, and luckily not having to fight anyone else, she reached the edge of the resort and the border of the wild forest surrounding it. With one last look at the hotel, she hopped the fence and disappeared into the brush.

She moved across the island at a brisk pace, worried that they would be after her, and wondering how long till they noticed she had escaped. After walking for almost 45 minutes, she decided she had to set up a camp. She found a massive tree in which the branches were large enough for her to safely lay horizontal and put her spy gear. She climbed up for a good vantage point and fastened a small hammock that she brought.

Satisfied that she was safe for the moment, she turned on her computer and connected to the camera in her old room. No movement, it was dark and empty, and after watching for a few minutes, a wave of exhaustion hit her. She fell asleep a few minutes later, setting the comp to ping if the camera picked anything up. Her sleep was restless in her makeshift leaf bed as her thoughts raced about what was happening and how it all connected. But the worst part was that she was afraid, more than ever before. Being a spy meant she was always in danger, but she had always had allies and a purpose until now. What would she do?

As she forced herself again to close her eyes, a ding from her computer meant the camera had picked up motion. She shot up from her hammock and turned to the screen, quickly adjusting a few settings, allowing the camera to pick up heat signatures. She groaned as the system showed four figures stealthily enter her room from the balcony. She had been right. Three of the figures immediately surrounded her bed while the other moved into the bathroom and closet, all with their guns drawn. After a few seconds, the front door opened and a fifth person walked in, flicking on the lights as they entered.

Brooke quickly set the settings of the camera back to regular sight, and now she could see them, five total people, four of them identically wearing night vision masks but the fifth person that had come from the front door was clearly a woman judging by the tight white spy latex suit she was wearing similar to the one that Brooke had dawned just an hour ago. “Victoria.” She hissed, it had to be after their little run-in. Who else could pull off a spy suit like that?

“She’s not here.” A man’s voice said from behind one of the masks, and Brooke shook her head, her ears ringing, and a knife shot into her heart. ‘It couldn’t be…’

“How did she get away?” Another man’s voice, one Brooke did not know. “The cameras have been on her doors and balcony the entire time, including our long-range one. It was confirmed she returned to her room and didn’t leave either exit point.”

“Long-range? Brooke said aloud. There would have been no way she had gotten past that unseen and she had not dodged it in any way. So, either it must have been deactivated or malfunctioned, a stroke of luck…though Brooke didn’t believe in luck.

“Get someone to check the security system for bugs, if someone hacked the system it may have given the target a chance to slip away.” The figure of a woman said, and Brooke’s head tilted. That wasn’t Victoria’s voice it was…she didn’t even finish her thought as the woman pulled off her mask. A long amount of shiny black wavy hair descended past her mid back and her face without the glasses looked far more deadly and dangerously beautiful than Brooke had ever seen her. It was Diane, in a latex full body white cat spy suit. The woman looked like every bit the spy and assassin, the rumors had whispered about, her own incredible body now on full display. She may have been a few years older but looked every bit as sexy and fuckable as herself. Diane wore her suit fully zipped up, showing less skin but no more modest in terms of hiding any of her curves and what kind of body that woman possessed.

“What the hell?” Brooke muttered to the quiet forest around her, almost wishing someone would answer her question. It was true…the Organization was trying to kill her. All the pieces of this puzzle fell into place, the comments, everything came flying into her head. She was the target, Diane or all of them wanted to eliminate her…but why? Had Diane gone rouge like Victoria? She focused, she had to pick up as much information as possible, any form of a hint, everything was crucial now.

Diane sighed on the video. “It’s no matter. There is no way off this island. We have all exit and access points under our control. If she tries, we will eliminate her.” Then a ringing sound appeared from her wrist, and Diane answered immediately, “She’s gone.”

A voice came from Diane’s wrist and Brooke strained to hear it through the two forms of static caused by the double transmission. “Interesting…I wonder how she figured us out…maybe we trained her a little too well.” A lovely laugh and Brooke knew it was the Director by the way she spoke…but it didn’t sound like her…it sounded like…no she couldn’t put her finger on it with this much static. She again focused as the next comments were far more important, “Find her, and eliminate her, but do NOT make a scene. Many of these guests here are part of our new order, so let’s keep this quiet and them happy until we complete our hunt of her and the Princess.”

“I don’t know why we didn’t just kill her before this mission. Keeping her alive and sending her here was foolish.” Diane hissed, as the men around the woman shuffled in what Brooke could tell was fear of the dangerous administrator.

“If the procedure had failed, I would have needed her alive, but now she is no longer required because it worked…perfectly. But of course, that does not mean we will now give up on Plan B. I’m quite interested in the Countesses’ original research, and I look forward to discussing it with her when I arrive.” A long sigh came from the wristband, “Though I will admit that you are right as always Diane, I just thought it would have been nice to kill two birds with one stone, but I guess we will have to eliminate them both separably.”

A small smile came to Diane’s lips and Brooke could tell she was very pleased with the compliment, “The procedure worked…I see, well I’m glad it was successful…very glad.” Diane breathed in her wrist, and Brooke was sure she picked a sense of lust and admiration in her voice towards the Director. “And when do you arrive?”

A light chuckle came from the speaker, “You should be glad, after my previous mistake I was in quite a bind but now our plans will be able to go forward. I shall see you on the island tomorrow morning, the king suite has been booked for me, but you may sleep there tonight. I had invited Countess as well, but she declined, though please feel free to spread the good news to her if you do see her.”

Diane smiled, “Wonderful, I look forward to spending a night with you soon, and you’re new…” But she stopped mid-sentence and Diane’s eyes seemed to narrow.

‘New…new what?’ Brooke murmured to the forest desperate for Diane to continue.

But Diane did not resume her sentence, her smirk turning into a frown. Then, in a fluid motion, she pulled a small gun from her hips, aimed, and shot the hidden camera that Brooke had set up ending the transmission with a static buzz in Brooke’s face. “Fuck.” The spy breathed out as the error sign came up on the screen and there was nothing she could do would correct it. They knew that she had heard the conversation, and that would make them hunt her mercilessly. Now her head was spinning, Diane and the Director were looking to start a new order…whatever the hell that was, and now the entire Organization was after her…including Brock. His voice was clear as day as one of the men who had come to her room to kill her. Her heartbreak would have overwhelmed the old Brooke, but now she pushed it down. Victoria’s warning, “The Organization makes you crazy!” flashed into her mind, and Brooke had to wonder if she had been on the wrong side the entire time.

But she wouldn’t despair. That also was the old Brooke, the one who would have given up without a fight, running away like a coward. No, she would figure this out, and if the Organization was as evil as it appeared, she would find a way to stop them. That was her job, and she would not back down.

Firstly, she had to think of a strategy, but that meant she needed more information. Fighting or escaping a group as big as the Organization would be impossible with her lack of intel. Going back to the resort was risky but it was the only way to move forward. Luckily, what had been her biggest problem was now her biggest plus. The hotel was massive, and her own surveillance had proven that the Organization and the Countess’s direct security was less than .0001% of the people there. It also helped that if ran into any of them, she was confident of her abilities to neutralize the threat.

She had also brought a few disguises that she didn’t report on her mission details, a tip that Brock had given her when she first became a spy, a tip she bet he forgot or regretted telling her. If she remained near the pools in one of her disguises it would be near impossible for them to determine it was her. She laid back down in her hammock, trying to calm her breathing and force herself to sleep. Being fully rested was important and there was no point in asking why this happened. She had wanted more than anything to escape her boring solo life back before she had been recruited. A wish that had been granted but boring was the least of her worries now. With no friends or allies, it was hard not to feel more alone than ever.

Part 3

The next day, near one of the far pools Brooke did her first level of reconnaissance. She trusted her skill that she wouldn’t be caught and was confident that her enemies would not cause a public scene anyway. She was also sure she could beat anyone in the Organization in a fight, physical, sexual, or both…except maybe Diane after seeing the Secretary in form…they might just be equal. After an hour of taking notes, she felt more self-assured that she was safe during the day and that her disguises were still enough to get through the first levels of security. There were just too many people at the resort, and she had already marked the routes the security team took along with some smaller details from her sunbathing chair.

Maybe she could go deeper into the hotel, she thought, when suddenly a shadow covered her sun. She froze, ready to fight, ready to kill when the voice she least expected spoke standing above her.

“Fancy meeting you here again…Brooke. I’m surprised you returned after your escape last night.” A sensual voice purred. Brooke felt every muscle in her body contract, the voice in question would have done that in any circumstance but being already on edge made it all the worse.

“Victoria…I should have known you were still around…not interested in being an old woman anymore, the temperament suited you.” Brooke hissed as the ex-spy, her lover’s ex-girlfriend, was standing right in front of her in a bikini of her own. As Brooke looked over her shades at Victoria, she noted the blonde looked very different in one of her own disguises, with short red hair, and a skilled brush of makeup hiding her facial scar. The fake green eye in the socket looked far more real than any Brooke had ever seen, but that didn’t surprise her. Victoria was considered the best spy in her generation, and if she was behind all of this, it would be of little surprise.

So many emotions flooded into Brooke, the strongest of which was lust, a desire to hold Victoria down and make her cum against her will. She wanted to make sure this bitch knew which of them was the better sexpot again and again. But she pressed those emotions down because this was not the time, and a scene between them could be life and death. Weirdly, the next emotion she felt was a relief. Seeing Victoria in a disguise meant the normally wavy platinum blonde was also hiding, and just maybe they had a similar motive or enemy. But most importantly, she needed to know how the hell Victoria had tracked her and located her at this pool; after almost a year apart, showing up two nights in a row was far from a coincidence. “How did you find me?”

“Oh, I have been tracking you since you landed on this isle. You’re welcome for disabling that camera on your balcony, by the way, I’m sure that was helpful.” Victoria taunted in her better than you attitude and tone.

Brooke seethed and that alone made Victoria smile before she pressed on, “Ironically my base is also in the forest and only a few minutes’ walk from your little tree. I’m truly surprised you still consider yourself a spy letting me follow you so easily. Tsk Tsk.” Victoria snickered and took a seat next to the near-nude Brooke in the lounge seat. The ex-spy was also in an equally skimpy black bikini. The top covered more of her breasts than Brooke would have expected, and the bottoms were sportier, like booty shorts that still showed off the lower end of her perfect ass. Maybe being a little less showy was part of it, it had to be…Victoria wasn’t one for modesty at the best of times. Them just sitting together brought more eyes around the pool to view them which was not ideal, and Brooke felt the urge to get up and walk away. It was impossible when two women with bodies like Victoria and Brooke were so close and engaged in what looked like a tense conversation.

Brooke didn’t say anything, still somewhat unsure what Victoria was even doing here. Was she back with the Organization? It had been a possibility but now was unlikely after seeing her for the second time in disguise. Unless she had sold out Brooke for leverage, that would be very Victoria.

The ex-spy seemed to be simply relaxing, soaking in the sun in her black bikini, so Brooke did the same for a few minutes, letting the air around them clear as people looked away. Then while still looking at the sky, the ex-spy spoke, “So, it seems like the new toy is now an enemy of the Organization, just like me. Hurts, doesn’t it?” Victoria mused; the ironic tone not lost on Brooke. “You didn’t even last two years before they decided to get rid of you. Far less than me.”

“You quit. You betrayed them, not the other way around! You tried to take over the world!”

Victoria simply shrugged, “Hmm, yes, that was a mistake on my part. I did love the idea of ruling the world and I followed a man as a scorned lover, wanting to burn everything in my path. I guess we both have that in common now thanks to Brock.” She glanced at Brooke and felt the pain that the spy was going through, but didn’t comment on their shared experiences, “Anyway, I work alone, or at least I work on top, everyone answers to me.”

Keeping the illusion of their chat, Victoria popped open a bottle of sunscreen and began to lather her incredible body with the shiny material staring with her toned legs, a visual that Brooke watched and had to stop her hands from reaching out and rubbing places that Victoria missed. The secret blonde even turned her body away from other people but perfectly towards Brooke as she started to lather her large breasts, rubbing them up, her fingers dancing on the smooth skin, showing their softness, and fullness. Brooke’s hands twitched again when Victoria slide into her own bikini top to even lather her nipples.

Shaking her head to clear the impure thoughts, Brooke continued, “So, you aren’t behind this? Color me surprised at that. Less so that you are as power-hungry as ever. What do you want? A rematch? I have far bigger problems than dealing with you right now.”

Victoria stopped her little display and rolled onto her front, her ass taking in the sun now, and giving Brooke another tempting view to touch. “Yes, you do, and though I want nothing more than to hold your body down and finish you as you deserve; I also have bigger problems. Right now, a fight between us would be unproductive in this current climate. In fact, for me, circumstances have led to a very low point, and I feel the need to lower myself even further. I would like to offer a partnership between you and me for both of our sakes.”

“I will not team up with you.” Brooke spat right back, not even considering the idea, “You always have another motive, I can assume you want whatever power the Organization wants is something you want to control.”

Victoria rolled her eyes from behind her shades, “I have no interest in taking over the world, not now anyway.” Looking over and winking her good eye at Brooke, who couldn’t believe that Victoria had a humorous bone in her body.

When Brooke continued to glare at her, Victoria sighed, “You are correct about one thing though, the Organization is after a certain type of power, and I need to get them off my back. If they obtain and keep this influence they are trying to unlock, I can promise you that it is basically a death sentence for me, and now you as well.”

Brooke quickly tried to think of a retort, anything to use against Victoria who seemed ahead of her like always, but alas, there was nothing. If she declined, Victoria would be another enemy, and that was the last thing she needed. She waited a long time, soaking up the sun for a few seconds as she tried to control the desire in her body and think clearly. “If I was to consider teaming up with you, what would be your plan?”

“No, no. Not here. Right now, all you need to do is agree to meet with me again. In the forest, another quarter of a mile north from your tree, is a cave, look for the moss shaped like a star and slip between the bushes on the right side. I have a base of operations there.”

Brooke looked at Victoria again for a long time, switching between the blonde’s perfect ass that looked as good as ever and her cunning face. Victoria returned the stare and then smiled, “One other thing, I need you to bring the Princess too. She will be a thorn in our side if we don’t have her removed or better yet working with us.”

Brooke’s eye twitched at the command. Her only interaction with Princess Sienna had been at the wet t-shirt contest, and that had not gone well. Finding her again seemed to be impossible and she almost groaned. “I have no idea where she is, and our last meeting went…poorly.” Brooke retorted under her breath.

“The Golden Horse.” Victoria quipped back, and Brooke tilted her head in confusion which made Victoria almost lose her temper. “I swear you are so frustrating…It’s on the 8th floor, the most expensive Strip Club on the island, Sienna is posing as a stripper there. Though I guess I don’t blame you for not finding her, it took nearly all my resources to get the information from that club, and the security team of the Countess has also checked it 100 times, yet somehow, she alludes capture. To get her to appear, you will need to go tonight and use a code for a special type of dance. Listen carefully, you will ask for a private dance from Winter, her code name, say you want the oil, couple special, meaning you must have a man with you. She will be the dancer selected and you will get a chance to speak with her. I have just enough funds thanks to you last night to afford the dance. Speak quickly, because the private dance rooms are one of the few that are fully isolated in this damn resort, with no cameras, no microphones, and the only place I believe you will be able to have an open conversation with her…as long as you both don’t come to blows or start something else.” The ex-spy finished with a sultry gaze at her rival.

Brooke now rolled her blue eyes, Victoria was as snooty as ever, and it would have given her great pleasure to ride this bitch to submission right here and now if she hadn’t felt like the world and her life were in the balance. “Why don’t you go and get her?”

“Oh, she hates me, and wouldn’t even agree to a meeting if she knew I was involved. We had a run-in back in the valley before you and I fight…in fact, I would be careful even bringing up my name until she is in the cave.”

“You really are not popular with anyone, huh?” Brooke snickered; the whole situation was ridiculous but, in the end, she had no choice but to agree to the terms. “Fine, I’ll find her and get her to meet with us.”

Victoria nodded and was about to speak when Brooke continued with a sly grin, “I have to say, I was surprised you didn’t come after me after I beat you in our sexfight. I assume you were too scared to meet me again that way.”

She watched as Victoria instantly bristled at that comment, and it felt good to finally get a crack into the ex-spy’s superior attitude. “You’re lucky I couldn’t come after you, but I’m sure you enjoyed the trail of sexually defeated women I left for you. A promise for what I’m going to do to you when this is all over.” Victoria growled under her breath, and Brooke turned her head, the two enemies locking eyes for longer than a second since their gun standoff on the island almost two years ago. The tension was still there, but not to kill each other like last time, but rather a desire to force a submission from the other, physically, and more importantly, sexually. That is how they would determine who was better, who could make the other cum with her body. They both wanted and even needed to settle this dirty little spy rivalry.

The tense sexual moment was broken as a man walked by in front of their chairs, ogling the two beauties, who both turned and smiled at him. Only once he was out of earshot Victoria continued with a much lower voice, “It was a risk even coming here, the security is getting tight, and I only approached you because I can’t have you in my way.” Victoria sounded angrier, seemingly annoyed about losing her cool even for a second in front of Brooke. Then, she pushed herself up and off the tanning seat, slipping on her flip-flops smoothly. Brooke watched her and compared every inch of Victoria’s exposed perfect body to her own. Without looking back down at Brooke, Victoria spoke, “I expect you and the Princess both in the cave by 11 PM tonight or I will assume you have both been captured. If that’s the case, don’t even bother giving my location away, I’ll be long gone.”

Brooke continued to glare at her sexy rival with disdain but there was little she could argue with as Victoria let out a sigh and continued when Brooke voiced her agreement, “The way I see it, you and I can only survive if we work…together.” The ex-spy finished with a flick of her long tongue as it seemed she struggled to get out the last word. Brooke still reeling from the offer felt the desire to ask a million more questions of her enemy, but it seemed Victoria was finished with this conversation and meeting. The now lotion-lathered-up bikini-wearing woman gave a nice stretch, her tits jiggling behind the small black triangles and her light abs showing behind her smooth stomach. If there was another wet-shirt contest, Brooke figured Victoria would be equal competition. Then, in the most unlike Victoria voice ever, the ex-spy beamed at Brooke, “It was nice to see you babe, hope to see you tonight!” Followed by a smooching air kiss that the people around them would simply smile at and think, ‘aww they are friends’.

Brooke would have laughed too if it wouldn’t have drawn even more attention, and she guessed Victoria did that to ensure there were no follow-up questions and if someone was watching them…they would never think these two were Brooke and Victoria, two dangerous spies.

Maybe it was good the meeting was ending because it also was starting to get difficult for Brooke to ignore her pussy leaking in heat behind the tiny pink triangle. Though, it threatened to become a gush again with her eyes glued to Victoria’s juicy firm ass in moving away. The hidden blonde said nothing else as she walked away from the pool and Brooke could only glare and frustratingly admire the toned fat ass that her rival possessed as it flexed and tensed each step, moving towards the exit.

That night, Brooke dressed to kill, wearing a short stupidly tight red cocktail dress that basically hung off her nipples and showed off her hourglass figure. It did cover her full ass, and she chose some skimpy red lingerie panties to wear underneath. She used her final disguise, and just had to hope it was good enough to get her to the club. Black glasses, short raven hair, and a few other accessories. The strip club was deep into the hotel, so if she was discovered it would be close to impossible to escape before being swarmed. She had checked this one a few times, but never had seen a worker named ‘Winter’ or knew of a secret code to order dances. She wanted to question how Victoria had gotten this information but that was a question for a day when they weren’t being hunted.

The first part of this side mission was finding a single man in which to accompany her to the strip club per Victoria’s instructions. It wouldn’t be difficult, and she headed to the nearby bar and lounge area just outside the joint to find a partner. Entering, the busy area drew many eyes to the new arrival and her incredible body. As she moved to the bar, all eyes followed Brooke wondering who this new girl was with black hair. But one pair followed with much more scrutiny.

“Penelope…leave it.” The man next to the woman begged.

“No. Watch my drink.” The long-haired redhead hissed as she put down her cocktail and adjusted her own short pink dress of a similar variety as the one Brooke happened to be wearing. Then she stepped off her stool and began making a walk towards the ‘raven-haired’ woman.

“Hey!” The woman said loudly over the music, slowly moving to get through the crowd at Brooke.

Brooke’s eyes flashed as she looked toward the voice before coming to a halt, her own eyes going wide. “How?!” She gasped; it was the wet T-shirt girl! How did she see through another one of her disguises, when no one, not even the Organization had!? Her theory seemed correct, this woman just has a sixth sense for Brooke’s tits and body. She hated knowing this random woman likely thought she was a coward running from a confrontation. Well, she didn’t have time for a fight right now, but…she just couldn’t let this bitch think she was running from her for another second.

Brooke turned to face her approaching rival and even moved to meet her, clicking in her tall red heels. Penelope looked shocked that the pool girl wasn’t running this time, but it quickly left her face. She slowed to her own sultry walk, hips swaying until they stopped on the dance floor with less than an inch to spare between their bulging tits.

Eye to eye once again, they took sight of each other, and accepted that the other was the only one in this room who could compete with their stuff. “You have been running from me.” The tanned redhead said, her long wavy hair down to one side of her shoulders, hanging just near her breasts.

“No, I’ve just been busy, like I am tonight, so be a good bitch and go back to your seat.”

“I don’t think so cunt.” Then, she looked up and down at Brooke, focusing on the black hair, far different than the honey-blonde pigtails from earlier in the week. “What’s with the new getup? Hiding from some crazy ex or something?”

“No, I just like to change things up,” Brooke responded with sass, though she wished it was something as simple as an ex.

“Well, you can’t hide from me, because you and I have some unfinished business.”

“Do we? I thought we handled our business in the pool when I pushed you off that platform when my puppies overwhelmed yours.” Brooke hissed, looking down at the four mounds challenging each other once again. She could see and feel her own nipples poking out of her dress and saw the redhead’s pink nipples entering the same state of erectness. Adding to the challenge, Brooke closed that final inch and covered nips touched, sending shocks of pleasure down both women’s loins.

“Winning a little pool game doesn’t mean anything and you know it. If we want to settle this, you know there is only one way for the two of us to go at it.” Penelope replied, flicking their nipples again and causing them to hiss, the ache to touch areola growing by the millisecond.

“You want a sexfight slut?”

“You know it bitch.”

Brooke felt like she was having déjà vu, the redhead’s words eerily similar to the waitress from two nights ago. And the worst part? Brooke agreed with them both, the pool titfight, the blowjob contest, they didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of a woman’s sexual rivalry. She had to dominate these women in sex the right way or be dominated by them for it to be settled. And she desperately wanted it, this redhead…she could tell, just by her attitude that they would have a nasty fight. It always surprised her just how strong and sensual ‘normal’ women, as in not spies, could be in bed and some of her worse defeats had been at the most unexpected sources. She never underestimated a sex queen in bed.

With their heads tilting in opposite directions, and lips moving tantalizingly closer, it only would take one little extra step to start something on the club floor. When suddenly the redhead was pulled back by the shoulder. “Penelope! What are you doing?” Brooke heard a man say as the redhead let out a yelp in surprise as her balance was lost on her heels. The separation of their bodies gave Brooke just a chance to remember her mission and not let her urges win out. She noticed it was the boyfriend from the pool and even though she hated it, she used the chance to jump back and disappear between the moving crowds.

“Wait!” The redhead yelled, throwing off the hand and side-stepping a few people to follow her prey but the mysterious woman was gone, and Penelope muffled a scream in her palm. She back to face her man, a rage on her face he had never seen, “If you ever get in the way of me and a woman like that again, I will ruin you.”

He began to apologize and beg, but Penelope wasn’t listening as a little grin came to her lips, the bitch may have gotten away again but it didn’t matter. They now understood their intentions of what would happen next time and if that woman was a worthy sexfight opponent, she wouldn’t be able to run away from their challenge. So, all she had to do was be patient which she COULD do, but…maybe some other prey could tide her over. She did one last glance around the room, but then ignoring her man, who was still begging, headed to the exit to find a toy to play with.

Meanwhile, Brooke looked over at the woman from the corner of the room, out of sight. She was trying to control her pulsing sex, her rock-hard nipples, and the blush on her cheeks. She wanted more than anything to walk back up to this Penelope and slap their breasts together in the middle of the lobby. Maybe pull both their dresses down to reintroduce their babies that way. Then, she would slide her room key in between those inferior creamy mounds and press her lips into the dark red pair for good measure. Whisper her room number and a time, and head up to her room to prepare for a sex queen showdown.

After a few seconds, she watched the pink-dressed woman leave and Brooke moved back out to the open to renew her hunt for a man. She kept an eye out for her rival returning and her other eye watching for the waitress from the casino, very aware of what would happen if she bumped tits with either of them. She doubted she could control herself again. Luckily, before that could it happen, she found her target. A young handsome man named, John Smith, likely a fake name but whatever, he would fall for her as long as Brooke really played her part well.

When she approached him, he was instantly taken with her beauty and erotic style. She promised him a night beyond his imagination, and he was stricken with hope to fuck this hot woman. Within minutes he was offering her all the gifts in the world, and a view of his prince suite, one of the best in the hotel. But Brooke simply giggled and laughed, and then brought up going to the Golden Horse and getting a dance for him with herself and another woman. The poor man almost died of happiness at the thought. He got them there as fast as possible, and Brooke did as Victoria described, requesting ‘Winter’ with an oil sheen. The price was insane, but the man paid instantly, ‘Well at least Victoria wouldn’t get to complain about that.’ Brooke thought as the massive security guard led them down a hidden door that was clearly only for the most private and personal dances. They reached the small dance room a few minutes later, two velvet red seats already placed and a sole stripper pole in front of them. Brooke quickly ordered two drinks, and then toyed with the man, enjoying how much he wanted her, and reconfirming that her sexpot role was still her greatest talent.

When the drinks arrived, she was already grinding on him, and he groaned with his eyes closed enjoying the sensation of her breasts rolling up and down his body. Her pussy was only a few layers from touching her hard dick. Without him noticing, she easily slipped a single pill into his beer and then brought it up to his lips. “Drink up, baby, want you nice and relaxed for the show.”

“Ugh, this beer tastes funny.” He spoke as the liquid and pill poured into his mouth.

“Yeah, don’t worry baby, I’m sure it’s just a new keg.” She said with a fake sexual moan as she pressed her body onto his hardened package. “Yeah…I’m…sure…that’s…it.” Was the last thing he spoke when he passed out just a minute after the pill had entered his system. “Sweet dreams…sorry you have to miss this show.” Brooke whispered as she quickly moved his body to the corner of the room when the door opened, and ‘Winter’ aka Sienna entered with a bottle of oil in her hands.

Her dark eyes instantly fell on the man on the ground, “Oh, fuck, did he already pass out?” She asked exasperated, her voice ringing a bell to the same woman who had got third place in the wet-t-shirt contest a few days prior. Her own disguise was well done, though she looked more herself than at the pool, her natural black hair and tanned body on display. Brooke wasn’t sure this princess didn’t have some training of her own in espionage.

“Yes, he did,” Brooke responded in her natural voice. She had to trust what Victoria had said and making a truce with Sienna was the only chance. In a quick motion, she reached up and peeled off her wig and mask, revealing her natural face.

“You!” Sienna gasped with a look of shock, as Brooke stood for the first time in the hotel without any disguise. It was too late for Sienna to escape as the door locked behind the Princess sealing them in, one of the creepier functions of these private dance rooms Brooke noted. The already nearly nude native girl took a fighting stance in her skimpy stripper outfit, her top only a black fishnet mesh with her nipples poking through one of the fishnet holes, her bottom half covered in a thong, but a drape placed in front and behind between her legs, like a curtain that could easily be pulled to the side for hot access her amazing sex underneath and would sway with her dance.

“Sienna, wait,” Brooke yelled, taking a similar hostile posture in her cocktail dress prepared to come to blows. They had tangled already on this island for the briefest of moments at the pool, and there was no guarantee it wouldn’t go that way again.

“We need to talk.” She hissed before either of them launched their first kicks or punches.

Sienna didn’t relax, her left hand still holding the oil and her incredible body on display in her stripper gear, but she didn’t attack just yet. “How did you find me?”

Brooke shook her head, trying to stop herself from comparing her tits to the full firm boobs in front of her. Being a nymphomaniac was not easy. “That doesn’t matter.”

“It does explain or I will raise the alarm.”

“And screw us both?”

“No, just you. I can escape while they hold you down.” Sienna muttered, though her eyes were already darting back and forth in what seemed to be panic.

“Maybe that’s true, but I have to wonder why you haven’t hit the alarm yet?” Brooke reasoned knowing she had to get her words out fast. When Sienna didn’t respond she continued slowly, “It seems like you have been able to hide so far, but you haven’t been able to get to the Countess and I can tell you that time is running out…I can help you.”

Sienna chuckled at the notion, “Oh, can you? The number one sexpot of that fucking Organization just turning coat after hunting me the last three days. I doubt that.”

“It’s true, I’m not part of that group anymore. Why would I come here alone if I had finally found you?” Brooke said again, trying to get Sienna to see reason…even if she needed to bend the truth a bit.

The Princesses’ black eyes narrowed, but it was clear she was taking in Brooke’s words, “I assume to challenge me…sexually” Sienna reasoned, glancing down at Brooke’s tight dress.

“Okay, that’s fair, but that would mean you were fucked already because they would be waiting outside of this room. So, the only other option is to listen to me.”

Sienna held her glare for a few seconds, “Fine, talk because your Organization has been trying to kill me for the last two years, and now one of their agents wants to help me, make it make sense.”

“I don’t want to kill you, I never have, and I’m realizing that I have been on the wrong side the whole time, and I’m trying to make up for it starting with helping you.”

Sienna remained quiet, distrust in her black eyes, her stare not leaving Brooke for long tense seconds. Suddenly, a shadow from outside the door caught her attention, and she released her fighting stance stepping forward with a sultry flair in her hips. For a split second, Brooke thought she was about to attack, but the Princess simply pushed her down lightly by the sternum and onto the soft velvet seat behind her. Then, the Princess mounted Brooke with her knees on each of Brooke’s hips, straddling her. “They can’t hear, but the bosses can sometimes see a lack of motion and will turn on the cameras. Plus they will notice if I don’t leave here oiled up, I hope you enjoy the dance bitch, now keep talking.”

Even as the words left her mouth, Sienna began to move her body like an experienced erotic dancer, looking at Brooke with a stare that made the spy instantly wet. The native girl slowly pressed her tits into Brooke’s full pair before rolling her back in a slow grind much like how the spy had been doing to the man a few minutes prior. Brooke stuffed a groan down. She was already annoyingly horny, and this bitch grinding on her was not going to help her concentrate on getting through this impromptu meeting that was life and death for both of them.

“Now please enjoy the oil, slut.” Sienna giggled, clearly enjoying the look of frustration on Brooke’s face that she was being forced to be humped without the thrill of humping back. The Princess poured the shiny liquid on her full breasts over the mesh top and even began to dribble some onto Brooke’s exposed skin that also hit the expensive red dress she had been wearing.

Brooke’s skin was on fire, and she could feel the liquid ooze down her cleavage. “You, bitch. Feels like you are looking to get humiliated in a fight.” She hissed.

“More like humiliating you, but clocks ticking Brooke…and I can promise you can’t afford me again,” Sienna replied, and slapped their chests together again, harder than one would expect and forcing a grunt of annoyance from the other woman.

Brooke focused as she was teased with this hot body, her nympho side raging to fight, to match this woman’s sexual skill…but she pressed it down, and continued, “You want to get back that artifact they are using for research, right? I don’t know what it does, but for you to go this far, I assume it’s important.”

“You don’t know?” Sienna asked backing up briefly with narrow eyes, even as she ran her hands up pulled Brooke’s red dress down, popping the spy’s braless firm breasts out, jiggling and begging to be touched. Before Broke could reply, Sienna dropped down, and gave a playful lick on each pink erect nipple before rubbing her mesh-covered breasts against them roughly.

“Ugh, you fucking whore….ugh.” Brooke groaned, her body going crazy as she and Sienna touched. “No, I have to assume it’s something to do with a new world order they want to create…if that makes any sense to you.” She played her cards early, but she had to get this bitch on her side quickly.

“So that’s their goal. Monsters.”

“Is it something you know about? What does it have to do with a stupid little artifact?”

Sienna had stopped her dance for a few seconds eyeing Brooke, then she flipped around, and pulled the small hanging curtain aside, revealing her perfect ass and a small, tiny red string thong. She pressed her behind into Brooke’s lap, almost sitting on her in a reverse straddle, and leaned her head back on the spy’s shoulder. “My people are gone; I’m the last.” She spoke, and Brooke felt the weight of the words…that Sienna was just as alone as she was, but the Princess’s tone didn’t seem at all sad, “Funnily enough, I don’t blame you, or even that other whore who destroyed the valley, my people betrayed my family and did the unspeakable to allow your Organization in for the secrets and unnatural abilities we protected. But I have my duty as a historian and Princess, and I must get that item back to safety.”

“And why that item specifically? Is it another growth serum?” She asked, but Sienna didn’t respond, continuing only to rub her ass into Brooke’s overheated body.

“Listen, Sienna, I agree with you, the Organization is evil, and I want to stop whatever they intend to do with the mystical stuff they have found….”, Brooke groaned, wanting to spank the full ass that was now getting oil on it as well, “I fucked up. I was desperate to find my place in life and just jumped in, not asking what the big picture was or understanding who I was really working for. I helped them get on the path of controlling the world…and now I have to make up for it…please tell me what it does.”

“Noble.” Sienna mocked, though there was a slightly less antagonistic tone in her words than Brooke had heard thus far. Okay, two could play at this game if Sienna wanted to play this game and see who could turn the other on like a bitch in heat. On the next grind, Brooke twisted her body forward and suddenly Sienna was the one sitting on the couch with Brooke on top of her. She aimed and pressed her exposed nipples into the mesh top, their nipples connecting at the tip and forcing two deep groans from their lips.

“Bitch.”
“Fuck you. Your turn to take a little dance.”

Brooke began to move and grind as Sienna had from the top, though the native girl didn’t just take it. Their muscles constricted as they both looked to claim the top spot. The struggle to continue their talk was becoming apparent, but it was a show that they could better control their urges. Hot oily skin was becoming more regular as the liquid moved past their compressed stomachs, down their legs, dripping in long strands each time one of the women flipped the other back into the velvet chair.

Brooke finally claimed the top spot for more than a few seconds and pressed her pink lips to the woman’s ear, “If you want help to get back your artifact, then team up with me, if we work together, we can accomplish both our goals.”

Sienna then reversed them again, a light struggle before they ended up back in the same position as before, Sienna sitting between Brooke’s legs but her back on Brooke’s exposed tits. But this time the spy reached in front of the dancer and cupped her ‘opponent’s full breasts under the mesh, kneading the big balls that felt so good in her hands.

“And what is supposed to convince me that you don’t want it.” Sienna moaned as Brooke used her own hands to fill with the full oily chest of the princess, the spies pointy fingers pinching the erect brown nipples and squeezing the full fat. Brooke squeezed the orbs, trying to make Sienna cry out, but the woman kept grinding her ass into her and they seemed to fall into a stalemate of sexual attacks panting like sluts.

“How can I want it, if I don’t know what it fucking does?!”

“Fine.” Sienna flipped back around and standing, leaned at the waist to run her tongue up Brooke’s exposed chest to her ear where she whispered, “The gift of immortality.”

Brooke froze at the word and another piece of the slowly forming puzzle came into place. She slowly turned her head to the dark brown eyes looking at her, their foreheads nearly touching as she searched for any sign of deception from Sienna who gave the smallest shake of her head.

“Yes, that’s what your fucking Organization wants, what the Countess has been researching. Inside that little stupid ball is an ingredient that can be modified to grant endless life or so the legend goes. But there is a cost…as you can guess…sacrifices.”

This information might have been the only thing that was able to stop their little oil grind as Brooke looked at Sienna no longer in sexual combat mode. Immortality, a power to live forever, to rule the world from the shadows forever…that was the goal. That was it, that was a piece missing, and this ingredient was a key. But…the Director and Diane had said on the transmission that it was now Plan B…so whatever plan A had worked, but what was that? She would keep that tidbit of info to herself for now.

“Do you want that kind of power, Brooke? Do you want to live forever as part of some endless order?” Sienna whispered as she ground their full chests oily together again in an obvious challenge, their nipples flicking in the mess that was their fully exposed breasts. Brooke growled as she flipped them again on the seat, pushing Sienna down into the pad and beginning to grind into her harder by their breasts while licking her sudden rival’s ear. She used one of her hands to pull the dress she wore up to her waist fully, making sure the small little cloth covering her pussy was able to glance at the matching shiny red material on the strippers’. Sienna let out a hiss as their red-clothed pussies touched and couldn’t help filling her hands with Brooke’s full ass, spreading oil on it and groaning at feeling the muscle that would try to dominate her in bed.

“No, I don’t.” She answered honestly, “No one should have that power…and especially not those who would abuse it. But we won’t be able to stop it unless we work together.” She hissed as she moved from the native girl’s ear to breathe hotly into Sienna’s mouth, yet they didn’t kiss, only attempting to tease the other into a frenzy.

“And how can you help? I can beat whomever they send…in any type of fight.” Sienna gasped, her body losing control.

And they were back. Brooke couldn’t help it again, she pressed even harder down on Sienna’s sexy body and moaned into her ear, “No, you can’t. You couldn’t even beat me because my body is better than yours, and if comes down to stopping the Countess or her allies, you will need someone with a body and sexual like mine to win.”

Sienna’s black eyes flared at the implication, “You bitch, keep…ugh…fucking dreaming. I’m the hottest woman at this resort, and the best sex anyone here could ever have.” She added with a snarl, and she was more than ready to prove it to the spy. Even in the middle of needing to save the world, the feeling of rivalry was unstoppable, and all Brooke wanted to do was assert her dominance to Sienna that she was the better woman when it came to sex.

“You’re lucky there is a limit on this room, or I would be the one dancing on your fucked body.” Brooke groaned, her oiled tits and ass flexing as she tussled silently for the top spot, trying to hold the other’s head back by the hair and expose her breasts for sucking.

“Please, if we had more time, I would be on top of you and making you beg for my touch.” Sienna moaned, their voices getting higher as she slapped her chest into Brooke’s from the top and finally forced the spy’s hair back, ready to suck the pink nipples into her mouth.

There was no stopping this confrontation and sexual duel now. Sienna was beginning to grind fiercer, and Brooke was seconds away from ripping that little thong off her rival’s hot body when a loud buzz sounded in the room. Sienna froze clearly knowing what the noise meant, and then pressed her lips onto Brooke’s though it was not really a kiss and more a lip-to-lip talk, “The dance is over.” She mouthed, “Now where do you want to meet?”

Success! Brooke almost didn’t believe it, yet quickly relayed the location that Victoria had given her, and then added a little lick to the red lips that almost broke the Princesses restraint. Sienna hesitated for a second, weighing the consequences of fingering Brooke right then, but instead pushed herself off a second later, in fear that the continuing of their little grind fight would lead down an inevitable path of a sexfight right then and there…and getting caught.

“Thank you for coming to the Golden Horse, I hope your experience was pleasurable,” Sienna said in a sultry tone, squeezing her giant boobs together and almost daring Brooke to attack her again now.

“11PM”, Brooke mouthed, trying to focus and not ogle the oily woman’s hot form in front of her even as she fondled her own chest. Brooke wanted to desperately fight her in a sexfight right now, but the dance was over, and the clock was officially on. Sienna cocked her hip, her young oily body was incredible, her light brown tits moving up and down, and her power legs like thick poles. Finally, she nodded and stepped forward again to pick up the small bottle of oil, but also whisper in Brooke’s ear, “I’ll be there and will listen to your offer. But if you slow me down or try anything, I’ll take you out just as fast as I would any enemy.”

“Right back at you, and don’t think this little thing that just happened in this room is close to being over.” Brooke spat, and Sienna gave a single nod in agreement. Then, with a final glare of distrust and desire, Sienna slipped out of the private dance room. Brooke let out a breath she had been holding in. Her body was pulsing, and she wanted to cum, but more so she wanted to cum in Sienna’s arrogant face once she had forced an orgasm out of the Princess.

At the same time, she had this feeling she needed to save her sexual energy. It felt like there was no one she could trust, stuck between two devils Sienna and Victoria, both were their own goals. She had no idea of Sienna’s plans or if a ‘legend’ was enough to go on and what would happen when the Princess found that their third partner was Victoria. There was little doubt that endless life was something the dangerous ex-spy would be seeking, Victoria didn’t mention that. But at least for now, it didn’t matter, Brooke had to stop all sides that were seeking something so dangerous, that was her job, and she would succeed.

Leaving the strip club was easy but escaping the hotel oily and with a ruined disguise almost took an hour with all the new security. It was already 11:05 PM when Brooke finally reached the cave. She slipped into the clearing and froze as she found her two new ‘allies’, both with guns held up and in a deadly standoff.

“Victoria.” Sienna hissed when her eyes glanced at Brooke appearing from the bushes. “So, Brooke, this is your other partner? Failed to mention that didn’t you? I should have known snakes slither together.”

“You wouldn’t have come if I had told you the truth.” Brooke shot back whipping out her own hip guns which she aimed at both women. “Now lower your weapons both of you.”

“Her first.” Victoria sighed, sounding far too bored for having two guns pointing at her head.” Her makeup was off, and her fake eye was out. Her scar and missing eye made her look even more dangerous.

Sienna glanced at the new arrival with a huff. “No way, for all I know you both want the artifact and plan to synthesize it. I was reckless to trust you.”

“I know what is in that stupid artifact and what it does or at least in theory what it can be used for.” Victoria snapped, making both other women face her. She took a step forward, gun still leveled between Sienna’s eyes, “I have no interest in it, the risk is far too great. I only want to stop the Organization from obtaining it, and also stop all their other ways they are looking into immortality.”

“Other ways?” Brooke asked and Victoria turned the gun to her.

“Yes, and I believe they may have already found one, though even with all my resources I have not been able to confirm what it is.”

The admission that Brooke was also still in the dark let Sienna lower her gun slightly, “Tell us what you know. And what plan do you have? Why would you want to stop a group you were part of for so long?”

“I’m not about to tell you with a gun pointed at my face, little Princess.” Victoria taunted, then exhaled, “But if you would listen, I can guarantee my plan involves all of us getting all that we want, but to work, we have to get along for at least 24 hours.” She finished, and then Victoria slowly lowered her gun, “See Sienna? You could kill me now, so stop acting like a spoiled brat and let’s use our words like adults.”

Brooke glanced back at Sienna who rolled her eyes at the brat comment. Sure, Victoria was maybe 6 or 7 years older, but if they wanted to compare bodies, there would be no gap.

Sienna huffed, clearly jibed at the insult but did indeed lower her gun as well as did Brooke, yet the tension was higher than ever. Eventually, they ended up sitting by the fire of Victoria’s base, and slowly Victoria explained, her idea, her plan, and how the three of them could reclaim both the artifact and destroy the main computer storage that would override all details of any current spies and data, effectively diminishing the Organization to a shell of itself and setting them years back. “And that is my plan. It will allow Brooke and I to delete our records fully and disappear and you to reclaim your artifact. With them not knowing what occurred as long as we all play our part.”

“And you don’t want to fight them?” Brooke asked, knowing that was very unlike Victoria.

Victoria laughed at the notion, “Oh, we could but it’s too risky and I don’t trust in either of your skills.”

Brooke and Sienna glanced at each other, wondering if they should double-team Victoria right then and there. Victoria seemingly didn’t realize she was about to be jumped or didn’t care. “I concluded that there are three women as dangerous as us on this island from my reports and details about them. Countess McBrayer, Diane, and I’m going to include the Director…Quinn.” Victoria explained as Brooke looked at her with confusion at the last name.

Victoria nodded, “Yes, the director’s name is Quinn. You have seen her; she may look fragile but that is only after an accident 4 years ago. A study gone wrong from what I heard, and her body began to deteriorate to the shell you now see. Before that, people said she was one of the most beautiful women and sexy women they had ever seen, and that’s saying something in that Organization. Even in her weakened state as you saw her in…she is still a threat. She took over the Organization with her skill and her sex and now runs it with her guile. I can only assume she is after the artifact, but with what you told me, Brooke…” Victoria paused, “Hmm that doesn’t matter. Anyway, these women could match us, so we must be on our guard and avoid them.”

“Now onto the resort, there are just two areas that I have not been able to get intel on. I have tried, but it is incredibly difficult with the level of security they possessed. But now we have an inside source, and I’m hoping you Princess could give us more details.”

Sienna was quiet, watching Victoria with mistrust, but then sighed, she was already here dealing with these whores so there was no point hiding it. “I have been working here a few months, mostly as a stripper, but all my attempts to get to the Countess have failed. The hotel is a maze within itself. I’m sure you both have gathered that there is a dirtier side to this resort…the worst parts are funded in part by your very Organization. The wet t-shirt contests you and I were in Brooke are some of the most vanilla things that go on here. There are far worst events, mostly involving some form of slavery, or bribes. The lowest place is called the Pits in the deepest cellars, where people, mostly women fight in special ways for entertainment, many times in ways you and Victoria are quite accustomed to. But I have no idea how to get down there or what else is really involved. But I know men and women pay millions to be down there…and if we don’t end up dead, that is where we will end up. Forever.”

Victoria took the information in, “Well, I won’t allow that to happen, at least for me of course.” Victoria finished with certainty. “I think that covers it then. And I believe we should be rested, so, I’m off to bed.”

Brooke bit her lip because she felt like she was the only one of the three that didn’t have a personal goal except to save the world, were there really not that many good people in the world?

“And the end goal?” Brooke asked, “What happens after?”

“I need to get the artifact. I don’t care if I need to fight or can just steal it, doesn’t matter, as long as it is in my possession and off this island.” Sienna declared, “I’ll get it somewhere no one in the world will ever find it.”

“I need to wipe my history and bring down the Organization. It will set them back decades and give me a fresh start to do what I will. Then I’ll be free to return to my own business.” Victoria repeated, her one green eye staring into the fire.

“Ok.” Brooke responded, not adding anything else of her own goal, as the three rivals sat, nothing more to be said. After a few minutes sitting by the fire Victoria stood up and began to strip off her clothes to the lusty stares of Sienna and Brooke, “Tonight, as tempting as I am, we should rest, theirs a makeshift shower and restroom in the back of the cave. Tomorrow, we leave at 8 AM sharp for our mission.” Victoria finished standing in her bra and panties, and without another word to her new allies, moved to the hammock setup in the far corner.

Sienna looked at Brooke but didn’t say anything. She slowly rose, and walked to the other side of the cave where Victoria had surprisingly setup two other beds for them to sleep. Brooke stayed by the fire for a few more minutes. It wasn’t the worse feeling, not being alone, even if the women around her were not her friends. Something was still not adding up in her mind, and the name Quinn burned in her thoughts. She did know that name…Brock…he had used it once when they slept together. He had told her it was a mission, and he was still in survival mode. What a pathetic lie, but it seemed so insignificant now, she was above it. Weirdly sleep came easy for Brooke even knowing that Victoria and Sienna were both feet away. They had to be a team, and at least for 24 hours, she needed to trust them.

The morning came quickly, but Brooke had been able to get at a few good hours feeling fully fresh. In brisk of the very early morning, she showered after Sienna, watching the sexy princess’s silhouette from the behind the thin curtain. She wasn’t sure if Sienna knew she had an audience or just normally washed like a stripper but watching the princess shower was a show. Her curves looked flawless running her hands up and down her body, the water cascading down. When the princess finally exited, Brooke’s question was answered as Sienna taunted her in her short white towel, getting into Brooke’s face. “That’s two shows you have gotten. I’ll send you the bill.”

“Whatever.” Brooke replied, as she stepped into the shower. Her clit was sending shockwaves to her core as she washed. So much teasing over the past week without enough sex. She was going to be insane with lust…her titfight, blowjob, dance, shower, seeing Victoria, holy fuck she had held it in so long. Masturbation the last few days had only taken off the edge but she pitted the woman who would end up with her alone.

Finishing, Brooke pulled on her silver catsuit with nothing underneath, her favorite style and look. She took notice of herself in the full body mirror, looking sexier than she had ever imagined, her suit zipped down to right between her large chest. She had her hair in a long ponytail, the honey blonde strands full and thick. Her pink lips were moistened and then applied with a nice smooth layer of lipstick. She wanted to look her best because she didn’t know what was coming.

She walked out of her small section of the cave to find Sienna finishing dressing as well. She was wearing a borrowed black catsuit that fit perfectly. Brooke almost snickered because she just knew that would have bothered Victoria so much. The Princess looked slightly uncomfortable in the latex as she adjusted it, though it was zipped down to a similar position as Brookes. But, at a second glance, Brooke noticed a line between the native girl’s tits, proving she was wearing a bikini under it. When Brooke questioned this, the Princess rolled her eyes. “Unlike you, I’ve never worn something like this, and I’m not wearing nothing underneath it…that would feel weird”

Victoria walked out before Brooke could reply, the ex-spy in her classic bright red, zipped down below her belly button. It showed her smooth strong stomach, and she looked as good as she had when Brooke and she had fought in the temple two years ago. The platinum blonde took a second to look at both Sienna and Brooke, her one green eye taking in both forms. She then reached up and placed her fake eye in, but the way it moved looked so natural. Yet the silver thin scar was fully visible, and Victoria smiled when Brooke gave her a questioning look, “Oh, I love my scar now, but this little thing helps me in many ways.” She motioned to the fake eye. “Now let’s go and finish this quickly and smoothly.”

Sienna, Victoria, and Brooke left the cave, walking side by side and not many could say they had seen a group of as dangerous and sexy women together. They moved swiftly, the sun just starting to rise as they reached the border and phase 1 began.

“Here.” Victoria motioned to the ground, “This is it.” The blonde ripped up open a panel covered in vines and dirt. “We can follow this down to the mid-level basement. Once there, Brooke will head to the lobby and set off the alarm, the commotion will give Sienna and I a chance for our two objectives. Simple and easy, Brooke will meet as at the elevator.”

The panel opened and the intel was good, five minutes later the three of them dropped into the full white hallway, no one around. They took two fast turns again meeting no resistance which worried Brooke, but she didn’t have time to think about it. They reached the vent that would lead her to the main hotel room, and an area to set the alarm. There was just one downside, she would have to travel through a lobby of normal people, and there was no other way.

“Good luck Brooke,” Sienna whispered with sincerity and Brooke smiled at her, a sparkle of friendship created in the heat of battle.

“Cut the sweet shit. Go!” Victoria hissed and Brooke nodded, slipping up the ventilator and now back into the main section of the hotel. It was quick and suddenly she pushed the panel free and stepped out into the lobby. She walked confidently, hoping that the thoughts of a show would hold. When a voice carried over the heads, “Hey.” Brooke turned, not sure why but knowing it was directed at her. And out of every person at the resort, it could be…it was her, Penelope the redhead. All Brooke had to do was just had to make it to the far vent, and she had hoped people seeing her, normal people that is, would just assume she was part of some exotic show. But this girl would get in her face, they all but promised from last time.

The redhead was already walking towards her and wearing a tiny bikini top with a towel. But Brooke could NOT focus on that right now. She ducked behind a few other people pretending not to hear or notice, and successfully reached the other vent, but had nowhere else to go, except into the vent…and that would lead to questions or the redhead following her. She had to distract the bitch…but how?

Yet, luck was on her side because as she looked for any sort of reprieve, standing just a few feet away from another woman Brooke recognized. It just so happened to be the waitress from the casino, dressed in a skimpy bikini, clearly on her day off. At that second, she turned, her dark eyes going wide. “You!” She said, almost dropping her towel around her waist. “What’s up, Nina?” Her male companion asked but the woman was already moving toward Brooke with a competitive expression. Brooke had no other options, but a strange idea. As the crowd shifted, she slipped into the vent as the two women approached her from opposite sides. At the same time, the two women increased their paces, desperate to engage with this ghost of a woman, but when they turned the corner instead of Brooke, they ran into each other, with a slap of exposed skin.

“Hey! Watch it!” Nina hissed, trying to get around this new person in front of her.

“You watch it!” Penelope spat, as they somehow ignored the type of person standing in front of them.

The nurse and the pool girl looked around the person, both no longer seeing Brooke in front of them as if she had vanished.

“Hey, did you see a girl in a catsuit? Honey blonde, big tits?” Penelope asked, glancing behind herself and the woman in front of her not knowing where that bitch had gone.

“Umm, I did, but what do you want with her? I need to speak to her. “Nina questioned, her eyes inquisitively viewing the skimpily dressed redhead, though her own top was maybe only covered a few centimeters more of her skin.

“Oh, well you can talk to her once I’m finished.”

“Um, no, I don’t think so, you can go second.”

“I don’t go second.”

Suddenly the redhead and the black-haired woman took full notice of who was in front of them and who had been disagreeing. It only took one glance they both knew why the other was looking for that bimbo.

“Between the two of us, you are definitely a second.” Nina giggled at the notion this woman thought she was better. She shifted forward, making sure this redhead knew who the top girl between the two of them was as her dark breasts moved closer to the milky jugs of this new woman.

“That’s a catty comment, I must assume you are looking for that bimbo for the same reason…well back off. She is mine.”

“And what gives you the right? I’ve got a very personal reason to meet with her…after she ran like a coward from our last fight.”

“I do as well, and well, at least we can agree on that. But back off, I can tell you don’t have the body to tame that bitch, but I do.”

Nina laughed, “You know, I didn’t think I would meet anyone this week who would piss me off more than that maid bitch, but you are trying your best.”

“Honestly, in the last 10 seconds, I feel the same way. I assumed they only let one bitch in a week here but looks like I found another.”

The redhead shifted forward and with the lightest glances, brushed their breasts together. Then getting right into the waitress’s face, “You know, I could use a little warm up…I have a private cabana booked for the day on the beach…why don’t you join me and we can talk about which one of us gets to deal with our mutual friend first, and who gets the sloppy seconds?”

The other woman smiled with a cocked head, “Warm up? That is an idea, I’ll be there in one hour.”

“Perfect. Cabana 51. Let yourself in.”

They stared for a few more seconds, “Nina.” The nurse whispered.
“Penelope.” The redhead whispered back, and then the two turned and walked away, an hour before they would ‘talk’ again and feeling the adrenaline already starting to flow.

Brooke had watched the whole display just two feet away behind the vent and almost laughed, maybe she did believe in luck. Her two major mistakes on this mission had worked in her favor and the two women who may have been able to distract her or get her caught looked to be focusing on each other. She wondered which of them would dominate whatever they ended up doing in that cabana. The idea of them fighting was an alluring thought, Nina and Penelope, she would remember those names. Of course, she would end up fucking them both down regardless of the outcome of their fight once she was done with you know, saving the world. With that roadblock out of the way, the honey blonde had successfully reached the other vent, which she crawled in a few feet before dropping down once again, and just as Victoria had promised, found herself in front of a security console.

She began to quickly enable the alarm and security of the hidden maze when the door opened behind her. She spun quickly to find herself face to face with Diane, wearing her white catsuit like she had been when she had come to murder Brooke in her sleep. Brooke took a fighting stance and watched as Diane placed the papers on the ground next to her.

“I knew you would come back. So easy to read” Diane spoke calmly as she took a matching stance.

“Yeah, I’m annoying like that,” Brooke replied equally as chill, then they both attacked. Diane and Brooke traded blows, showing incredible speed and skill but neither could gain an advantage and after a full rotation, they backed off. Diane looked surprised and Brooke felt elated, it showed just how far she had come from her temple tussle with Victoria. “Ready for more?” She asked Diane, who frowned at her.

“Hmph, no. I don’t have time to beat you properly. I’m on a tight schedule.” She added, then clicked a button on her wrist. Suddenly, men and women appeared from the door, surrounding Brooke with guns, who rose her hands reluctantly. How fast they had switched and there was no way she could take them all. Diane walked up to her slowly, her own hot body oozing sex, “You are very lucky Brooke. Unlike a few nights ago, today I have been ordered to take you alive.”

Brooke hissed, but had her arms bound behind her back, as Diane took her with the convoy out to the hall and away from the console. She may have failed, but she could only hope Sienna and Victoria had gotten anyway and she felt a wave of worry…it looked like their enemies had been ready.

Meanwhile, Victoria and Sienna were sprinting down the far hall towards the elevator, still meeting minimal if any resistance. Victoria didn’t like it, but just maybe it was okay, she assumed they had gone after Brooke who should be able to slip free if she followed the plan. The elevator would be in sight in less than a minute, but a yell froze the pair in the tracks.

“Sienna! Victoria! This way!” Brooke’s voice came out from the right hall and not the left. Confusion flashed on Victoria’s face, while Sienna looked at the blonde before yelling back, “Brooke? What are you doing back here already!?” Slowly, they did end up taking a right, and there down the hall was Brooke. She was standing there in front of them down the hall, but her hair was done differently, down, and silky. And the color of her spy suit was the color of pure bright gold, not silver. Victoria and Sienna came to a stop a few yards away, “Brooke?” Sienna whispered as Victoria looked behind them just in time to see the hallway close.

“Nope.” This ‘Brooke’ cruelly smirked and shot a perfect straight kick right toward Sienna’s face, the princess just dodged with a shout and flipped into her fighting stance. “What the fuck!?” She hissed, but other things were happening. Suddenly men and women dropped from new holes in the ceiling.

“Damn it.” Victoria hissed, but the first man had no chance as she shot her leg up, snapping his neck on such fast contact. The next three got hold of her and Sienna was tackled a second later, guns were drawn on them as they ceased struggling.

“What the hell!?” Sienna hissed looking at the gold-suited woman. Her eyes were angry looking at her ‘ally’ and who she thought might have been a good person, “Brooke you traitor!”

“Please…that’s not my name Princess Sienna.” The ‘Brooke’ responded lazily. She stepped away from the confused captures, showing off her amazing ass in the tight gold suit as a message came into her ear.

“Yes?”

Diane’s voice came from the other end, “We got her.”

“Oh, wonderful, please her to detention room 1. I’ll have the Princess and Victoria sent there as well; it would be good to see them all tied up together. A masterpiece of sorts.”

“Who are you!?” Sienna gasped, as they started to be led away, and the Brooke looked up once again.

“Now that’s a fair question Sienna, I’m sure your partner here can give you a hint?”

Sienna turned to Victoria who had been quiet the whole time, staring at the gold catsuit-dressed woman in front of them, her one real queen eye flashing in horror.

On the other side of the hotel, Brooke was led down the hall by Diane and a bunch of masked-covered soldiers. The two catsuit-wearing models the center of the back, Brooke’s hands were bound while her tits bounced slightly on each step. After a few steps, Brooke turned her head to glance at Diane walking slightly behind her.

“So, the whore in you comes out. I should have guessed the way you dressed in your little skirts. Are you hoping mommy gives you a spanking when you see her?” Brooke taunted, thinking of Diane’s relationship with the Director. She clearly hit a sore spot because stopped in her tracks, holding Brooke with her. When the others stopped, she gave them a little head nod.

“Go on forward and prepare the prison. I need to have a little private chat with our new slave.”

None of the men protested, and as soon as they turned the corner, Diane ripped Brooke’s bonds back and then forward until she smashed her roughly into the wall. “Ugh, bitch.” Brooke hissed; her tits squished behind their suit as she grunted in discomfort.

“I think you like it slut.” The assistant breathed, as she placed her hand slipped into Brooke’s sliver suit and cupped her big left breast squeezing and pinching Brooke’s hard pink nipple at the center. Brooke gasped, her erect nub sending shocks of pleasure down her body. She tried to rub her ass into Diane’s body, but the woman slapped the latex glutes hard to keep her on the wall.

“You flaunted yourself as the best sexpot in our world, but you didn’t even realize a superior one was standing next to you the whole time.” Diane growled as Brooke felt the big chest of her rival press into her back.

“Fuck off, you have nothing compared to me.”

Diane flipped Brooke to her front and pushed her back roughly against the wall again, though she was no longer holding her. Brooke studied the assistant; her long wavy black hair and her beauty mark emphasized her sharp and symmetrical features. She wore nearly purple lipstick and eyeshadow, a mesmerizing combination. Then she gave a huff as she reached to the bottom of her neck and unzipped her suit down mid-way, her massive chest appearing from the confines of their own little prison.

Brooke was surprised, both that she had found a nerve, and at the size of the assistant’s mammeries. They looked as big as her’s and the other queen bitches around here. Rare that there was so many on a single island in the sea.

“You should know just by looking that you are outmatched and not just here, but everywhere.” Diane hissed and Brooke laughed in her face.

“Keep dreaming.”

Diane’s face flared, and she reached forward, roughly zipping Brooke’s outfit down further and ripped her tits out in a similar fashion to hers. “You will learn your place, and I’ll happily teach you that lesson.” She smacked her tits into Brooke’s the full chests meeting on the wall. Diane quickly showed her advantage, using the leverage to squish Brooke’s tits back, thought the two big mounds held their own even at this state. Both girl’s nipples had gone rigid, stabbing, and hinting that they were more desperate to match up beyond just their breasts.

“See, I’m already dominating you.” Diane hissed, her tantalizing mouth l

“Bold of you to say with me tied up, let me free and we can really find out which of us is best?” Brooke spat, shifting her breasts harder into Diane’s as best she could from this position.

Diane’s eyes flashed to the nearby closet and Brooke was sure for half a second that the woman was going to accept, but then the assistant just chuckled, “Tempting…but no, you are very fortunate I have orders and already have wasted far too much time.” Diane said calmly, though Brooke could hear the lust hidden in her wannabe superior tone.

“Bitch.”

“I’ve been called worse.” Diane huffed, as she stuffed Brooke’s fat tits back into their suit and zipped the spy up roughly before adjusting and doing her own back up to her neck. She roughly pulled Brooke off the wall and began to lead her down the hall once again. It was only one more walkway before they entered the prison room, both women’s faces a little red from their little hallway standoff. However, the room was already occupied by two women chained up.

“Brooke!” Sienna yelled in surprise seeing her other partner captured and even more confused that the honey blonde was back in the same silver spy suit she had been wearing when they left the forest. “I don’t understand, you didn’t betray us?”

“What? Of course not!” Brooke gasped back as some of the men in the room tied her up and placed in her the middle of the two other women on the wall. Like three beautiful pieces of art, the three women were now captured and at the mercy of the Organization.

“They did it.” Victoria breathed looking dazed and Sienna looked at her past Brooke with fierce black eyes.

“You knew!” Sienna snapped at the ex-spy, “And you didn’t say anything!? What are you playing at!?” The Princess yelled but Victoria’s attention had changed, Diane had noticed Victoria on the wall and was viewing at her with a deadly stare that the blonde returned with equal murderous intent.

“I knew rumors. Not worth mentioning.” She spat, her green eyes not leaving Diane’s pair.

“Not worth mentioning? Oh my god, fuck you Victoria…you might as well have killed us yourself!” Sienna yelled as she strained against the metal.

“What the hell are you both talking about?” Brooke asked confused, but, they didn’t even have to answer because the door of the prison opened again, and a woman walked in…a woman Brooke had seen before a million times…in front of a mirror.

“Well, well, well, this is so wonderful. The three of you captured, I’m surprised I got these two here before you, Diane.” This new Brooke teased looking at the sexy black-haired woman.

“I got distracted, it won’t happen again.” Diane replied, but her stare did not leave Victoria.

“You distracted…oh I’m sure I can guess why.” The other Brooke teased her golden spy suit shining in the bright lights. Brooke was speechless, the woman in front of her talking…was her? Sienna was looking back and forth between them like she was following a tennis match and then shaking her head as if to fix her vision. Even Victoria was quiet, her eyes dancing now between this new Brooke and Diane.

Brooke got sudden flashbacks of being locked in the temple cage, but this time her one-eyed enemy was trapped with her, and these new enemies had a different type of blood lust about them. Not to mention…who the hell was this copycat of her?

“What the hell…” She whispered under her breath, “What the fuck is this?”

“Hello Brooke, it’s wonderful to see you again.” The duplicate of her spoke, her voice the same as the young spy, yet this new Brooke had a flirty tone mixed in. “I’m guessing you don’t recognize me, or well, I guess you do, at least my outer appearance.”

A final piece clicked into place and Brooke blinked twice. “Director?” She whispered unsure if she believed her own words.

“Bingo. Well done, you always did have very good intuition.” Quinn laughed from Brooke’s body or was it no longer her body?

“It’s not possible.”

“Oh, but it is! After so much time, and so many near disasters, I was fully able to switch into my new body and it feels so wonderful.” Quinn laughed, running her hands on her new form, her tight clothes showing every curve that was matched on the trap spy’s own form.

The three prisoners looked stunned, while Diane smiled lovingly at her boss, “It’s amazing to see you so full of life again, and even better it comes at the expense of the two most disappointing spies in the history of our organization.” She said, now glancing at the trapped Victoria and Brooke, “Victoria…oh how I wanted to be the one to kill you, but must admit, I do like the idea of watching you suffer in the pits for the rest of your pathetic life.”

“You couldn’t kill me last time, and you won’t succeed this time.” Victoria hissed, an anger that even towards Brooke she didn’t have.

“Hmm, yes, I did fail on murdering you, but your eye was a good condolence prize.” Diane grinned, running her finger over her left eye, the same color as the one Victoria was missing.

Victoria’s whole body went rigid as someone had just stabbed her, and Brooke looked over at her rival with wide eyes.

“YOU BITCH! LET ME DOWN AND I CAN PAY YOU BACK RIGHT NOW!” The blonde screamed, straining at her chains as if to rip into Diane. Her voice going shrill a level of uncontrol only Brooke had seen in the passion of their sexfight, and not once before or since.

“Victoria, don’t let her get to you!” Sienna yelled, surprisingly. “Calm down!” Brooke added, but Victoria was seeing red, seething like an animal with bared teeth at the professional beauty.

Diane simply laughed at her longtime rival, “It’s okay, let one eye here live in her pain. Maybe I’ll request her drugged and fucked like a dog in a few days to ease the frustration she feels.”

Suddenly, the door opened again and in walked the Countess in a lab coat and not much else if you guessed by her bare strong legs. She had circular big glasses on, and the coat showed off her full chest and shapely toned legs. She took in the sight of the prisoners smoothly, and even seemed to take the two Brooke’s in stride. “Hello everyone. Sorry I’m late.”

“Courtney, again you are late to the summon. What happened this time?” Diane replied giving a glare at the new arrival who in turn basically ignored her, her brown eyes finding Sienna and sparkling.

“Oh, sorry I was working in the lab but heard we caught the intruders! I was wondering if I could speak privately to…”

But Quinn put her hand up, and Courtney stopped mid-sentence, but Brooke noticed a twitch in her eye, a sign that she was not one to take orders like that lightly.

“We can review your requests when WE can speak in private.” Diane snapped at the young scientist in her white lab coat, and Quinn nodded at her second in command. “Yes, it can wait Courtney. We will put them in the pits, you can meet with anyone you want once they are drugged.”

The sexy looking Countess pushed up her glasses, and then looked at Sienna who was glaring back at her. “Hmmm.” She mummed, but said nothing else, her brown eyes glancing at Sienna every few seconds.

Now that the other conversations were done, Brooke had so many questions, but she could only get out the first that was on the tip of her tongue, “But why me?”

“Oh, quite a few things really.” Quinn responded turning back to the trapped women. She brought a finger to her chin and paced back and forth in front of Brooke, her ass looking just as good in the gold as Brooke’s did in the silver. “Firstly, we are actually the most combatable, my old body and yours are nearly identical in terms of, blood, DNA, and peak performance. Obviously, I had other options, but ours made the most sense, and I’m a perfectionist. Secondly, and this might surprise you, but our sexual tastes are very aligned. My mind of course is my own, but your body was built for sexual skill. After reading and analyzing all your sexfighting missions, I was able to confirm it could be used for everything I need. I needed a body to enjoy and could use to get what I desired. Simply put, you were one of the biggest sluts, I have ever reviewed…though still a bit less than me admittedly.” She added at the end tauntingly.

Brooke was speechless, her whole life as a spy looked more and more like a farce.

“Now, before you ask, no, I’m not some robot, this is my body, and I’ve already started to make it my own, improve it. I already have surpassed yours honestly.” She added teasingly but Brooke felt the insult at both her sex and the core of who she was in general. If this bitch chose her body to copy for the reasons she mentioned, then there was a really easy way for them to determine who was better.

“Prove it. Let’s have a sexfight, original versus clone. The winner locks the loser away for good!” Brooke hissed. There was no way that Quinn hadn’t considered it and seeing her pause for a second confirmed it for Brooke.

“Clone? That is a slightly accurate interpretation but quite rude because I’m me, and you are you. We share bodies but not minds, so I think twins is a bit more accurate. And I’m 100% confident if we ever did tangle, you would be the one ending up thinking she is the clone.”

Diane laughed at Brooke’s glare towards Quinn and kissed her lips at Victoria who seethed.

Quinn shook her head, “We will never get the chance to really see anything between us, but don’t worry that is not because we are going to kill you three yet. You will all remain here, locked up as our toys and main attractions. We will drug you up and keep you on display for our games, and funding; thus is the life of the losers of this spy game we played.”

Neither Victoria, Brooke nor Sienna spoke, the reality of their situation setting in. Diane was beaming, looking at Victoria, but Courtney was looking at Quinn with an interesting look that Brooke couldn’t place.

Quinn giggled, “But since you asked, let me give you a taste of what would happen if you ever tried to compete with me.” She stepped forward to Brooke who squirmed seeing herself approach, like looking in a mirror though the eyes were less warm and had a darkness to them. She stopped standing right in front of Brooke, their tits just touching but separated by walls of clothes. Quinn tilted her head to the right, and Brooke did the same, both doing the natural motion. Then, Brooke kissed Quinn, closing the distance, and letting the matching pairs of soft pink lips caress. It was so soft at first, and a warning of danger shot through Brooke’s body. But she didn’t have time to compute this as the other pair began to move and so did hers. It was a still soft, light brushes before a groan and slip of a tongue, but which neither would admit.

The two bodies of Brooke’s made out even with one still trapped to the wall. The original Brooke groaned in frustration with how amazing it felt to kiss herself, to feel the challenge of her own body already demanding to fight itself. Luckily, she seemed to not be the only one as Quinn was panting in equal heat in their wet kiss. Every time their lips separated, there were hot strings of spit as the kiss got sloppier, wetter, exploding around their lips. After almost 15 seconds, the kiss was ended by Quinn, as she brushed some of her honey-blonde hair out of the way and then did the same to Brooke. Their matching eyes blinked in surprise and their equal faces blushed red in passion.

“Fascinating.” Quinn breathed between their still-touching pink lips, and then she stepped away. The rest of the women in the room looked very aroused watching the twin Brooke’s swap spit, their bodies equal down to every single cell. Before things got out of hand, Quinn fixed her hair and readjusted her clothes. She then eyed all three locked-up women. “Well, sadly, we will be leaving you here now. I will send the men in shortly to start the process of breaking your wills. It will not be a fun process for you.”

“I won’t let you get away with this Quinn.” Brooke hissed, desperate to stop this bitch, and kiss her again if it started something far nastier between them.

“Oh, sweet Brooke, this game is over. But don’t worry, you will still get to see me, with MY body living in this world from your little cage.”

Quinn turned and walked with her hips showing off her perfect ass in the gold suit, left with Diane in tow from the prison. Courtney lingered a few seconds, eyeing Sienna a bit longer than anyone would expect before she too left, muttering something under her breath.

10 minutes later, the bickering began, and Brooke snapped back to where she was now. It felt like the last week of her life had flashed before her eyes, and once again she tried to the locks on her legs as Sienna and Victoria fell silent, everyone out of ideas. It was hard not to feel the despair creeping into them. Even if they escaped, Victoria would be hunted forever, and in the end, she could not escape her past. Sienna had failed to protect the artifact, her promise broken, and the research out in the world unchecked. And Brooke, not only had she failed as a spy but now another person had stolen her body. Quinn was right, she was still far too naïve. She remembered growing up wanting a sister, it almost made her laugh now that it seemed she had a twin, and an evil one at that, just like the movies she dreamed of being in.

But fuck Quinn. Fuck her for stealing her body and fuck all the other bitches who ran this group. She had come too far to be some sex slave for the rest of her life, she wouldn’t do it. She just needed a chance, a chance to get at Quinn because if her kiss told her anything, the bitch was very interested in having a one-on-one sexfight with her to the orgasmic end.

“We need to get out of here,” Brooke growled, her rage seeping into her voice to the point both Victoria and Sienna glanced over at her in surprise.

“Well, unless you have any tricks up your sleeve Brooke, we aren’t going anywhere. We failed and we will be lucky to get out of here in alive.” Victoria murmured; her defeated tone equally as unnatural from her mouth. Maybe it was Diane, or maybe it was the year on the run, but Victoria seemed like she had run out of steam.

For some reason, hearing the ex-spy sound like that pissed Brooke off. This whole thing pissed her off, and she wasn’t going to let her longtime rival act like this before she finished breaking her will sexually, “Shut the fuck up Victoria. We are getting out of here because I’m not letting you think that our fight was a mistake. I’m going to fuck you into a coma as soon as I’m done fucking Quinn into a slave.”

Victoria’s one good eye flashed, and she turned her head, “You bitch. Our first fight was a fucking warm-up, next time I’ll have you in every fucking way until you pass out.”

“You can wait your turn. I’m going to fuck Brooke first, she and I have an oil massage to keep, and is the reason I am fucking trapped with you two sluts.” Sienna snapped, her black eyes glowing in anger.

“Fuck off Princess. I’ll leave you in a puddle of your own cum after I finish Brooke.”

Brooke grinned as the women hissed, at sexual threats and how they were gonna settle their issues as soon as this nightmare was over. It was as though their anger and desire overwhelmed their despair and would get them ready to fuck those three bitches down. Now she just needed to get them out of this fucking prison for just a chance at some of the nastiest sexfights that could happen.

Suddenly, the bolts around their wrists and ankles unlocked and the three women shrieked in unison at the shortfall, though they landed gracefully on the prison floor. “What the hell?” Brooke whispered in shock, looking around, waiting for an attack. But instead, the door of the prison opened, but no one entered, and no guards were stationed to watch them.

“Victoria? Another one of your surprises?” Sienna questioned on guard at both the ex-spy and now open door for whatever may come through.

“No, this is not my doing, but I do not think we should let this opportunity pass us up.” The blonde replied, and Brooke nodded in agreement. Maybe they did have an ally, she thought…but if she never found out, it didn’t matter. She had to get to Quinn and end this Organization. If that meant getting Quinn and her own body to submit in her way, then she would do whatever was necessary.

No longer hesitating, the three women sprinted out of the cell, following Victoria who was leading them to the elevator and where she was sure Diane, Courtney, and Quinn were located. Victoria, Brooke, and Sienna, now on the hunt, three incredible sexpots sprinting down the halls of the hotels wearing their skin latex suits and taking out any resistance they met with ease.

As the three turned the final corner to the elevator, all three stopped in their tracks; standing at the front of the door was the young Countess still in her white lab coat. The dark brown-haired woman looked surprised, her eyes flashing between the three sexy women in front of her, but her brown orbs landed on Sienna the longest. “Wow, that’s not good.” She huffed, but then a little grin came from her red lips. She pulled out from behind her back the small artifact, waving it once at the three women before disappearing down a hall to the left and away from the elevator in a sprint.

“I’m going after her,” Sienna yelled and Brooke could tell from the firmness of her voice she would not be swayed.

“It’s a trap you fool.” Victoria hissed, her body on edge as she looked back at where they came from checking for more guards.

“Yeah, but this is my only chance. I need to know how she found out the secrets of my culture. Good luck you two…I mean it.” Sienna yelled back already moving down the hallway and taking a sharp left the way the Countess had gone. She broke out in a sprint, desperate not to lose the trail of the Countess. It was doubtful the woman would hide in one of the rooms, and if she kept on this path, Sienna mapped that she would end up in one of the furthest pools on the western part of the island. She chased the trail of the Countess for almost 3 minutes worried that maybe she had lost her. But as she reached the final door to the outside pools, the white lab coat that the Countess had been wearing was on the floor discarded at the exit. It seemed she had decided to blend into the crowd that Sienna guessed was beyond the secret door thanks to the amount of noise coming from just beyond the exit. Running out there in her black catsuit would draw way too much attention, so she stripped down to her itty bity tiny string bikini that she was very thankful she wore underneath.

She opened the door and closed it quickly, hit by the wave of heat in the tropics. The door was literally unnoticeable unless you knew it was already there. There was basically a party going on around her suddenly, such a weird change from the prison less than a few minutes ago. and a bunch of men and women were dancing and jumping onto the pool. Laughing like some college party, a thing Sienna missed from her time secretly studying abroad.

Sienna made her way through, quickly drawing eyes and hoots of appreciation at her skimpiness. She continued to look, desperate the find the Countess or Courtney as she now knew her. She moved through towards the edge of the furthest pool and then froze. She saw her, the Countess was near the edge of the forest, and pool; right near the wall marked with signs to go no further. When Sienna locked eyes with her, the woman smiled, holding the artifact. She then turned, and Sienna hissed seeing the woman was wearing an equally tiny string bikini, her entire ass on display besides three little blue lines thinner than her pinky. But she only got a glimpse as the Countess jumped the fence and disappeared into the isolated forest, daring the Princess to follow her alone. Sienna moved across the party quickly, and then looking back at the hotel wondering if her allies of the day were okay, she hopped the fence and followed Courtney McBrayer into the dense muggy forest.

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Back in the hotel, and after ascending the fast elevator, Brooke and Victoria ran side by side in their catsuits, enemies united for at least now. They no longer were meeting any resistance now on the top floor. Per all their combined intel, there were only two rooms on this floor, and they suspected both their enemies would be there. Coming to what they thought was the second to the final door, it opened straight up, and they rushed in, hearing it close and seal behind them. Yet, they found it empty with a large, tiled floor with a single desk and a lone woman with long midnight black wavy hair sitting behind it.

“Already? Ugh, that stupid scientist. I just knew we should have executed you three right away…slaves like you are far too troublesome.” Diane hissed, standing there in her white latex catsuit, the same size, color, and style as Victoria’s except the ex-spies was zipped down to her navel while Diane’s was fully closed.

“Where is Quinn?” Brooke demanded and Diane’s eyes flashed in anger at the spy even speaking to her, “I won’t allow you to disturb her, you two both have a date in the pit.” She sneered, her green eyes flashing then at Victoria as the ex-spy felt her body react to just being a few feet from her.

It all happened so fast, Diane had hit a button, and the entire floor started to crumble under Brooke and Victoria. But before Brooke could even think, she was kicked just hard enough for her to lunge forward and miss falling in the first hole. This gave Brooke a chance and she hopped and jumped milliseconds ahead of the openings towards the far door with Victoria trapped on the other with no way around.

“Bitch!” Diane yelled, shocked that Victoria had shot Brooke forward instead of herself. From her own wrist, she launched a robe towards Brooke to pull her back, but before it reached the flung spy, Victoria had already shot her own twine, and the two strings twisted in an unbreakable knot. Victoria’s gear was more advanced and of the Organization’s design, shooting a surge of electracy into Diane’s own wrist launcher malfunctioning it for a moment. But that is where her tricks ended, and with a scream, Victoria fell through the growing hole in the floor in which she could not escape from. A desperate Diane screamed in surprise as she was hurled forward as she desperately attempted to disengage her wire or force off her launcher from her wrist to no avail.

Brooke landed on her feet at the exit and whipped around just in time to see Victoria descend with Diane in tow. It was clear the room was built to have the floor come out from under them, meaning the people who fell ended up someone deliberate. But as she thought about the map, Brooke had no idea where Diane and Victoria were going to end up. She wanted to go after her, save her ally, but she felt like she could hear Victoria whisper in her ear, ‘Continue the mission…you bitch.’

Unable to go anywhere but forward Brooke pressed on down the hall, with only a single door at the end. She was ready to hack the device again but there was no need. It opened invitingly, and she slowed down to a walk as she entered the king suite.

Behind her, Diane pulled in Victoria who met her happily on the slick-oiled slide they ended up collapsing down on. They screamed as they tumbled, clawing at each other’s thin latex suits, their spy wristbands coming off, now completely useless from the impacts of the fall. After exchanging a few slaps, both women lost sense of the direction they rolled and seemed to grasp each other just to stop the spinning. They fell for another 10 seconds until she and Diane crashed onto what felt like a gym mat leaving the pipe. They gasped for breath, needing almost a few minutes to steady themselves from the dizziness.

Finally, Victoria sat up and faced Diane who had just recovered as well. ‘Where the hell were they?’ Victoria thought, her intel not giving her a single hint, but Diane’s eyes looked stunned. Suddenly two lights were shown above them revealing were in a rounded cage circular cage all around them. The slides had already been removed and closed off. Slowly, the shock from Diane’s face faded when her eyes found Victoria, she licked her lips. Of all the places they would end up, this would be it.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen, thank you for responding so quickly to our summons…though we don’t blame you. We have these two prisoners here to settle their differences in the CUM PIT!”

Victoria looked around at the cage, just tall enough to stand up if they were near the center but only about 8 feet wide, so they couldn’t get away. She then ran her hand on the sides of the cage, finding the material firm but soft, clearly made so that they couldn’t escape but also not hurt each other using it. “Fuck.” She hissed; did he say, ‘cum pit’…that wasn’t where she had planned to end up. It seemed Sienna was correct, the further you went down, the nastier it became to this point. It was mostly men around them, very attractive men but some women too, whose eyes looked almost admiring at the two sex goddesses now in the cage. She could only assume everyone here paid millions to be down here.

Diane looked equally as annoyed but then her eyes fell on Victoria, and her lips curled into a cruel grin. Knowing there was no way out because she had set up these rings and events personally, that meant they were locked here. That was the rules of the Pits, something she and Quinn had created to fund millions of dollars in minutes. Not waiting, Diane began to slowly zip down her cat white suit, her massive tits slowly appearing, equal to the size of Victoria’s incredible chest. She wore no bra, and it seemed nothing over her nethers as well as it passed her navel and she peeled it off her arms.

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As Brooke walked into the final room of the hotel, she felt in awe of its vast and updated style. It felt like she had just walked into a top-line Manhattan apartment, aka her dream life. It had a full kitchen, an upstairs by glass stairs, and all glass walls, including the outside. It looked so incredible, and she wanted to explore, but there in the center by the far full glass wall was a massive California king bed…and the leader of the organization, Quinn was standing there in front, still in her gold catsuit. Quinn was reading some documents, and when she looked up her blue eyes widened in excitement.

“Wow, you escaped…now this is a surprise, you are just full of them aren’t you, Brooke? I assume the Countess must have let you out? She was so desperate to talk to Princess Sienna, something about having some ancient duel with her. Very frustrating, but alas, now that her research is done, we can dispose of her.”

“Allies are that disposable to you, huh?”

“Of course, we play the game, everyone knows the rules.

“I have had plenty of practice, you have been talking to a robot the last few weeks, disabled.

I honestly quite hoped we could have another conversation before your demise, a compression between us is incredible. I’m guessing Victoria and Diane are now fighting? That will be interesting though I’m confident my raven-haired beauty will destroy your blonde-haired slut.

“Doubtful, Victoria is the best fuck I have ever had. A prude like Diane has no chance.”

“Hmm, I guess we will find out.”

They were identical in every way and even more so, a perfect clone with a arguably even more dangerous mind. Brooke huffed pushing down all her dirty thoughts, “Give up Quinn. I’m taking you in.” She said with far more bravo than she felt. With no weapon and in the enemy base, she doubted she gave off much of a threat to Quinn of all people.

“Oh, no I won’t be going anywhere. This is the beginning of my new hidden world order, built from the work of the Organization, the one you helped create.”

“Yeah, and I’m here to make up for my mistakes, and I’m going start by stopping you.”

“Oh, and how are you going to do that?” Quinn asked, her flirty tone back and amped up to the highest of levels.

“Anyway necessary.”

“Interesting…I can think of a few ways, and I’m sure your offer still stands from the prison? A little sexfight between us? Settle everything with our bodies?”

Brooke simply glared, but then gave a nod. This is how it had to be, the underlying sexual implications between far too great.

“Wonderful, because I just can’t have you running around the world, can I? Far too much DNA security nowadays and that means you can access everything I can.”

“I guess being a pathetic clone has its drawbacks huh?” Brooke taunted and watched as Quinn’s face flashed in rage, and she slowly turned from the window, her face looking furious.

“I let it slide in the prison thanks to your shock, but use that word again, and I will fuck you within an inch of your life. No quarter until you’re passed out in pleasure, eyes rolled. To the point that you think you are the clone between us.”

“Touched a nerve huh? Good, because I want you angry and then I’m going to fuck you down nice and slow.”

“You would know Brooke; we have the same nerves. Isn’t that right, twin? I’m very hungry for sex, and haven’t been able to use it this week as much as I would have liked.”

Quinn reached up slowly and began to unzip her gold cat suit down to the top of her navel, nothing underneath. Brooke watched with hungy eyes as the copy of her and reached into her suit, down to her wet smooth cunt where she rubbed for a few long seconds. Then, she pulled it out her fingers dripping in white thick cum. She wiggled her fingers at Brooke and then started to lick them slowly her bright blue eyes looking insane with lust.

Brooke followed suit with the host of the room, undoing her silver from the front and allowing her breasts to breath and her stomach to flex. Then she copied Quinn, reaching in to find her sweet pussy gushing, the week of masturbation while being around all these sexually heated women coming to a front. Penelope from the pool, Nina from the casino, the Countess Courtney, Diane, Sienna, and Victoria. All of it built up and now she was going to unleash it on the biggest slut and monster of all, risk it while using her greatest talent against a woman who thought she was better. A woman with her own body, and one she knew better than any. She licked her hands cum covered hands slowly, her blue eyes equally as crazed as Quinn’s, her lust at an all-time high. “Let’s fuck, clone.”

Part 4

Sienna walked for another 15 minutes through the damp tropic forest, following the Countess and that tiny little string thong she wore on her full hips. Her rival’s big hot ass was on display, flexing, challenging her with every step they took. Surprisingly, Courtney moved through the brush with grace, ducking and jumping over logs and branches in a very natural way that Sienna would not have guessed from the upper-class woman. Occasionally her rival would turn her head around just to make sure Sienna was still following and keeping up. Though the Princess noted that the woman each time took a quick glance down at her full brown jugs, surely so that she could mentally compare them to her own.

Suddenly without warning, Sienna was overwhelmed by a shooting headache, and she squeezed her eyes shut from the sudden pain stabbing her brain. When she opened her black orbs, everything had changed. She wasn’t in the tropic forest, instead, she was standing in a massive stone building with white marble columns and a flowing creek to her left. Instead of dirt, she was standing on a great stone walkway. She was not in control of the body, and it was moving on its own in a slow walk. The head looked down and she saw she was also no longer in her string bikini and instead was fully covered in a thin nearly transparent white robe that hugged her every curve. It was soft, one of the drabs the ancient nature priestesses of her people wore for ceremonial events. She had not worn one in years, and only at her coming-of-age ceremony had it ever been required. The building too she could recall from the stories, it was that of the old legends, when her people and their magic were at their peak. The great temple of the Earth, nature’s blessed realm. Her face glanced around but everything in her sight was fuzzy, except for the walkway, and now she noticed another figure in front of her. It was another woman, dressed in a similar robe of white with long brown hair and bronzed skin that Sienna felt was oddly familiar. This person was walking away from her, and Sienna followed down the hall of stone until the front woman reached a large metal door and stopped. Sienna paused, just as the woman turned to her, and Sienna’s eyes widened seeing the Countesses’ face on the priestess’s body giving her a confident smirk.

Sienna blinked again but when she opened her eyes again, she was back in the tropical forest. Her breathing was erratic but slowed when she noticed the Countess was still in front of her as if time had not passed. Sienna watched as Courtney seemed to rub her eyes and gave a little shake of her head as if she was trying to clear her mind of a similar vision. Then, she flipped around suddenly but visibly relaxed seeing Sienna still behind her a few yards back. After a quick stare-off, Courtney began moving again with a quicker skip in her step. Only when she had looked away, Sienna rubbed her own eyes, but the stone building and vision did not return, though, above her, a gust of wind seemed to blow through the tops of the trees with a fierce howl.

Another few minutes passed when the Countess finally reached a big clearing in the woods. A beautiful meadow created by a circle of thick trees, far away from anything or anyone else on the island. Courtney then turned and stood when she reached the center; the area set by soft smooth grass. Sienna entered the grove a few seconds later and felt the smoothness of the lawn on her feet, her first step gave off a lit squish as if she was walking on clouds moving forward a few feet to stand in front of the Countess.

The women finally stopped, both wearing what could only be described as threads around their hips and tits alone in the silent forest. They observed each other for almost a full minute, judging bodies and beauty, examining the thick portions that made them look so sexy. Sienna had seen many beautiful women over the last few months working at the resort. Let alone, Brooke and Victoria, but the woman in front of her, the challenging gleam in her eye stood out above the rest. Maybe it was because they were the same age, or maybe it was challenging, for some reason this Courtney had wanted to lure her away from her allies. She wanted to be alone with Sienna, and that made Sienna both nervous and thrilled.

Finally, the Countess spoke, “I’m glad you took the chance I gave you to get out of that prison. I really needed to meet with you alone, and you haven’t made it easy! I offered up so many chances for you to dine with me, all those stupid contests around the island and yet, you still avoided them, why did you make it so hard?” She complained, rubbing her temples as if she was fighting off a headache thanks to the bitch in front of her.

Of all the things the woman could have said, that was up there in things Sienna did not expect. Why had the Countess been trying to meet with her? Well, that would have been a lot simpler than the millions of hoops she had been jumping through. Figuring that information out was important, but the first thing out of her mouth was not questioning that but the first statement, “You let us go?”

“Oh, well that was a bit of a mistake. I was actually just trying to free you and leave the other two in the prison. Sadly, my genius doesn’t really cover technology…I struggle to work on my computer half the time. I’m more a history and medical type of genius, and just so you know, I’m not self-proclaimed.” Courtney laughed as she ran her hands up her already sweating taut body that would be the cover of any magazine in the world. The heat of the jungle was already turning the meadow they resided in into a sauna of sorts.

“Why though? Why did you want to meet me? What am I to you?” Sienna replied now ready for some answers. So many questions, she needed to know, and still, who this sexy woman in front of her was, was the biggest mystery. Courtney McBrayer, all her notes, and all her findings, she seemed to be a normal woman, just one with money and obsessed with history and her people’s culture for some bizarre reason. But she never made any connection. But now alone with her, Sienna felt something, a danger in her spine, a hidden truth that she could not place even when it was right in front of her. She was unsure if they were truly alone, but watching the sweaty woman in front of her stretch made her body yearn for a very private type of struggle that she wondered if the Countess knew or wanted. She wiped her own arms and stomach as her darker skin began to create a gleam of sweat on her as well.

“Oh, well Quinn and Diane weren’t taking my requests seriously. Ever since their Plan A worked, and their whole-body clone operation was successful, which I need to remind them was only possible because of me, they have been less interested in my studies. So, I no longer care about their Organization, and going forward I’m going to do what I want.”

“I see, that explains why you studied my people so much. Only with the magical and biological information would have that have been possible. But again, what do we have to talk about? Besides you giving me back that artifice, I think our meeting will be short.” Sienna pressed. It seemed the whole genius thing was not a bluff. Sienna knew her people’s magic must have helped when that clone appeared, but how did this woman do it? Or read the langue of the magic? That wasn’t possible, she was the only one in the world left…she was sure of it.

“I can see you trying to connect the dots, so let me help you,” Courtney replied, holding up the small stone artifact. “First, I know you know what this is, and what’s inside.”

“Yes, I do, but I want to know how you know the same.”

“Don’t worry, I will explain…slowly. Now, will you open it willingly?”

“No. Never. I won’t allow you and this Organization to abuse the magical aspects of my people. That artifact is the key. I’m Princess Sienna, the last of the Oraolo people, and sworn High Priestess to protect the secrets they have left.” Sienna proclaimed a title she had not used in a long time and stood at her full height in her skimpy bikini. This was her final task for her people, then she would go back, go back to being a normal person and enjoying her own life. It was time for the magic of the world to be forgotten.

But the Countess did not react in the way she expected, instead, her head was tilted with a little smirk, a smirk that Sienna did not like. “Oh, impressive title. I figured as much, and the magic will ONLY allow the High Priestess of the Oraolo people to open it, a title that can only be given through heritage…or won another way by a different priestess.”

Sienna felt like this woman was speaking with more knowledge than she let on. She almost responded, but Courtney held up her free hand to stop her.

“Before you interrupt, I’m sure you would like to know how I figured out how to read ‘your’ people’s writing. How do I know all these secrets?”

Sienna didn’t say a word but gave a single nod, and Courtney’s smirk went dark, “Well, of course, it’s connected. Before I begin, just know I do not intend to give these secrets to the Organization. They think only of their selfish desires, but I think bigger! Think of all the medical advances we could do, think of all good for the world with the magic.”

“Someone would abuse it and it can’t be controlled, hell, the people you are with want to abuse it and you are blind to that. The little spell and miracle you performed aren’t the same as the true source. The world isn’t ready, and I don’t think it will ever be.”

Courtney let out a beautiful laugh that matched her body, “Wow, this is funny, I had a feeling this is how this conversation would go. History really does have a funny side, doesn’t it? Loves to repeat itself.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sienna almost screamed as the riddles continued, “Who the fuck are you?!”

The Countess stood up to her full height in the bikini, the sweat dripping off her body. Sienna’s dark eyes took in the sight, and she felt an almost regal presence. “My name is Courtney McBrayer! I am the last remaining descent of the banished people of Oraolo valley.”

Sienna felt the final bit of cool air sucked out of the meadow. Courtney was still holding the artifact in her hand, and now it seemed to have a light glow, though the women did not notice. Their stares were locked, and Sienna felt a shiver of fear, of surprise, and wonder go down her spine again. “That’s impossible,” Sienna spoke in a small voice.

“Wrong, it’s very much possible. Hundreds of generations might have passed, but the ancient magical blood runs in my veins same as you, I have studied and know both the history and magic of OUR people to a level if you don’t have. And just like you now, I’m the last of the line. Both our sides have been wiped out, and the task comes down to me to right the wrong of legend.” Now her tone turned angry, “I have read all about you Sienna, studied your life, where you were born, where you secretly studied abroad, and everything else I could to make sure you are the real deal, just like me.”

Sienna hadn’t moved from her spot. It didn’t make sense, but it was the only answer. No one should have been able to learn her language or break the secrets and yet the Countess did so. But, how? If she was a true descendant that meant there was more to this story, and she needed to know. “You are lying. Those people…no one lived…it’s impossible that…” but Sienna didn’t continue. The legend and story were not one spoken of lightly, a terrible mistake in history, a darker one than any other.

The other woman nodded slowly, “I can tell you know it’s the truth! My reports on you showed that your IQ is within a point of mine, though a point lower I might add. So, don’t pretend you don’t understand!” Courtney snapped, annoyance seeping into her voice as she reviewed the sexy Princess in front of her, her red lips a little dry as she wet them with her tongue wanting to lick something else very soon.

Sienna shook her head as her vision became blurry again, but it snapped back to the meadow before the vision could take hold. She had to be sure, because if Courtney was who she claimed to be, that would change exactly what they were fighting for. “Okay Courtney let’s say it’s true and you are someone who is a descendant of the fallen people, then you would know, the legend of what happened and what has led to this moment. Because you are right, I can use the artifact and open the temple doors as the true High Priestess of the people. But I would never and if you are as smart as you say, you know it’s the right choice.”

Courtney didn’t react, only pointing at Sienna’s nearly fully visible tits with the tiny pieces of cloth just hiding her nipples, that were poking out behind the silver triangles. “Only from your point of view, but sure, if that’s the proof you want, I will tell you the legend. It is the story of a civil war, and an intense disagreement between the high priestess and her second in command.”

Sienna nodded, her throat going dry but not due to the heat. She knew the exact words but wanted to hear the full description from the woman’s mouth, so there was no doubt.

“It said that they just couldn’t agree over the direction of the people. A civil war was near, and only the two of them had the power to stop it. It came down that the only way to stop the war, was for the two women to fight to the death. The loser’s side would surrender with only the death of their chosen priestess. Accepting their fate and challenge the two priestesses went into the temple of nature to have their duel.” She paused, a look of pain in her brown eyes and Sienna nodded her own eyes orbs showing her hurt soul, then took a breath and picked up where Courtney had left off.

“You left out a key part. The two priestesses were the two most beautiful women ever seen in the valley and that detail only added to the hatred and rivalry between them. But alone in the temple away from the people, they decided that death was too easy, and that banishment from the valley, and cutting off from the magic, a fate worse than death was the only way to avoid war. At first, they agreed to wrestle until one of them submitted, but at the end of their long physical struggle, the loser did not accept the result, stating that she could continue and none of the people would accept it. The other agreed, and a second part of their duel began, a different type of fight. One that would drain the loser of her…sexual power. A type of duel that is now passed down. Only at the end of that struggle, did one of them submit, and all her magic and those of the people were taken. Before they were banished for life.” Sienna finished, but Courtney gave a small shake of her head.

“Now, you are the one that is leaving out details. Once the people were banished, the winning Priestess people slaughtered the banished with their magic. They had no chance to fight back, but one, just the fallen priestess, survived my ancestor, and the story lives with me.”

Sienna didn’t respond, but then looked at her, “That was a mistake, a horrible one…one that…”

“Only now you say that you fucking bitch, but that does not fix anything. The winning priestesses’ line also survived! YOU! You are the ancestor of the winning Priestess, and you know it. She planned to kill them all no matter what happened in the temple, it wasn’t fair!”

“NO! It was a rouge group that attacked, the result of the duel was never known!”

“LIAR, IT WAS ALL OF YOU! And your ancestor’s hatred of mine caused it. We know she lost because the banished people would have fought back with their own magic!” Courtney hissed, but then regained her composure slightly, brushing her long brown hair, “Hmph, well it matters little. Because right now we are equal, all your side of the people are gone, and so are mine. You are the last remaining person of the non-banished, the betrayers. And I’m the last remaining person of the banished, the hunted. I have come to claim back the magic and finish you the way of the ancient high priestesses. To drain you of your magic and take your title and right. Because you remain the High Priestesses, and you must accept challengers of the people for that title.” Courtney claimed, and when Sienna didn’t dispute that comment as well, the Countess’s smile turned into a deadly smirk, “Now that it is established and the truth is out for both of us to know, I challenge you, Princess Sienna, to a duel of priestesses, and find out which one of us will continue to carry the magic forward. Let’s settle it in the way of old, and let our bodies decide.”

For Sienna, the last two minutes had turned her whole life upside down, but she knew in her heart it was true what the woman spoke. When she didn’t speak, Courtney pointed a finger at her, “If you deny my request, you forfeit your right to it anyway, so choose wisely.”

Sienna still didn’t speak but took a deep breath judging this woman in front of her. This type of duel was the one she could not refute, a history lesson only given to her. There was no denying that Courtney was not who she claimed. The legend was proof enough and now she knew why Courtney had lured her out alone in the forest. “As I’m sure you know, only a woman of true sexuality and who has passed the test of the people can challenge for the right of Head Priestess, and the secrets the position holds. Are you willing to perform the final test?”

Courtney nodded and held out the orb. Sienna took a few steps forward and reached out as well, placing her palm on top of the rough object so that they were both touching it.

The wind howled, and both women’s bodies seemed to go rigid. Sienna closed her eyes and when she opened them, she still faced Courtney with her hand on the object, but not in the meadow. They were in a large round stone room, with waterfalls on each side. The Countess was in the white robe once again and so was she. Their eyes met, and there was a glare of determination. Blinking and she was back in the meadow and took a few steps back as Courtney seemed to return as well from what Sienna assumed was a very similar vision.

“So be it,” Sienna spoke, as moved back a few more feet.

“I’m glad you understand Sienna, and now I’m sure you will understand why I will beat you. I will pin you physically, and then use my body to drain you sexually. I will rub your nipples till they are soft and suck the milk from your breasts. I’m a sexual freak, even beyond what our priestesses were back then. A modern nympho.”, she laughed, before she tossed the object away and allowed it to roll to the edge of the meadow.

Sienna’s eyes flashed equally as hungry with the challenge and the threat. The story of the Priestesses duel, a tale that spoke of the many failures of her people. While the losers were banished it was not like the winner’s people did well. If the split had never occurred, maybe the people would have been strong enough generations later or not fallen into ruin. Her family had long blamed the banished for the threat of civil war to use the magic in ways that were against nature. Now sucking away this woman’s pride seemed to be the only way to stop her.

“I accept your challenge, Courtney McBrayer. I never thought I would fight a real duel of priestesses, but I’m glad. To clear my lost family’s name and stop you like my ancestors did generations ago, and to personally fuck you for making me chase you halfway around the world. I will make you submit to my body, and then fuck you into the earth. If you did enough research on me, you know just as well that I’m a freak too, and my body is built for this little tussle. Do you swear, as someone part of our traditions to accept the terms of our fight, and the results as our ancestors did?”

“I do and swear on the honor of our duel to follow them and agree to the terms we set. If you agree as well.”

Sienna looked at Courtney for a long time, seconds ticking by as sweat rolled down her arms, breasts, and legs. “I swear to acknowledge the terms of our duel in the way of the Priestesses of old.” Weirdly the wind had stopped, and the forest seemed to stand still, not a sound in the air. It confirmed just how alone the two women were in this jungle and if something mystical was happening around them, building into a confrontation, the artifact was left alone and forgotten in the dirt.

Sienna calmed her breathing staring into Courtney’s hard brown eyes, anything to avoid looking at the bountiful chest, and the navel gutters that led to what she imagined was a smooth and fuckable sex on the woman facing her now in a sex duel that meant more than life itself. For now, she had to focus. The first part of the duel was considered the physical domination aspect. It was basically a wrestling match until submission and meant to physically exhaust the combatants so that the second aspect would inevitably lead to more erotic fighting. Though with how Sienna and Courtney were looking at each other, there was little doubt that sex was the preferred form of combat. But that is where the rules of their people came in.

During the first aspect of the duel, open sexual attacks and nudity were forbidden. That meant she and Courtney would need to control all their sexual desires, which with how they were dressed would be an extremely tough effort. Never had she wrestled anyone wearing something as skimpy as this little string bikini. That, or against someone as attractive as the Countess, and with the now revealed history between them, she was sure sex was on both their minds.

Nothing left to say, the duel was on. They moved to the center of the meadow, standing a few feet from the other’s sweaty hot body. Slowly Sienna reached behind her and undid the single knot holding her string bikini top on. Pulling the string, it fluttered off her breasts and onto the grass, allowing her dark tits full out and into the gleam of the sun. Her dark nipples were already erect, begging to meet and fence with the opposing nubs on her rival’s mounds. The rules stated that they couldn’t be nude, but topless did not apply, and was preferred. Courtney followed suit, her own small strings untied, letting her unbroken tanned bronzed breasts with her nickel-sized light brown areola and nipples out. They looked like a perfect match head-to-head with the other full pair and the ultimate test of their firmness and mass. Equally dressed in only small triangles hiding their smooth pussies, Sienna slowly rose her hands and taking the hint, Courtney did as well. They brought their palms together softly, fingertips touching until they fully interlocked and pressed forward with slightly more pressure. Even this touch made them pant, the softness of their rival’s hands, where those hands would soon be, what they would knead, and rub made them faint.

“I’m going to make you submit Courtney, months of trying to find and stop you and now I get to beat you in our way. It makes it all the better knowing you prepared, knowing who you are.” Sienna breathed, her heading moving forward. “You have no idea the game we are playing.”

“Cocky bitch. I’m going to break you, Sienna, the moment I saw your photo, I knew this is where we would end up because I know exactly what game we are playing. Even beyond our history, we were built to settle it this way, and I can’t wait to see your submissive eyes under me. I’ll keep you as a slave, and make you watch me use the magic any way I want.” Courtney growled back, taking the same distance until their sweaty foreheads touched and applied their own pressure.

The test of strength picked up second by second, the two women increasing the compression applied between their palms and foreheads, bodies molded and built for sex. They grunted and panted hot air in the other’s face then they began to move in large bursts, taking and giving steps. Their bountiful chests had not yet touched, though their nipples came close with two or three surges swinging back and forth. There was no place to pin each other back, so the contest would go as long as their sweaty grips held, or one collapsed to the ground.

Suddenly they fell faster than they expected, Cortney’s foot slipping, but she pulled the other down at the same time. Bodies crushed and with only their sting bikini bottoms on, Sienna and Courtney began rolling on the soft grass groaning as they attempted to pin and force a cry of surrender out of the other’s chest. Nipples crushed and breasts molded causing them to moan out in surprise at the softness and pleasure. It was sweaty, and dirty, and every place their skin met made them squeeze their loins in desperation. On the fourth roll, Sienna got on top, her big full ass in the air trying to hold Courtney’s arms behind their conjoined bodies. She began to press her down using just her breasts, their nipples lined up in a way that could invert them.

“Bitch!” Courtney hissed her body on the ground with the sweaty girl holding her down with their mushroomed breasts. Their erect nipples signaled that finishing this physical struggle quickly was needed so they could get to the more personal duel. But they ignored the demand to fuck the best they could, “I’m going to break you down on this meadow muscle by muscle bitch. I can already feel you getting weak!” Sienna growled down at Courtney, their mouths closer than expected.

“We will see who breaks who, and between us who is weaker, whore.” The Countess groaned, and freed her trapped hand, slipping off her back and out of Sienna’s grip. They took hold of the thick black braid on Sienna’s back and ripped it to the side. Sienna screamed as she was pulled but stopped when she used Courtney’s free hair as a clutch, both crying out from the new attack. Their bodies paused on their sides in the grass as they felt the tendons on their backs flex and their shoulders twist painfully. Sienna felt her right arm go limp for a second as a pain shot down her limb, allowing Courtney to win out this tense struggle of women still rolling on the ground until she successfully pressed her whole body down into Sienna’s spreading her rival’s arms out onto the grass as they reengaged their strength fight on the ground.

Slowly, Courtney showed the strength of her legs, crossing their ankles and widening their strong limbs. The grass was soft, but Sienna could still feel a light bit of mud and dirt coat her sweaty skin as she found herself stuck between her rival and the earth. Sienna moaned as she was held here for a good minute, but every second the tussle continued to drain them both. Twice, Courtney groaned as Sienna’s hands slipped free and she clawed her enemy’s sweaty back. And twice top grill re-took hold of their fingers and forced them back into the same position out and above their heads. Now it was her proud chest pressing Sienna’s down, working to flatten her, break her full chest, and force those sexy nipples back.

“Say you submit bitch.” Courtney snarled, their mouths less than an inch away.

“Never.” Sienna spat back almost touching lips. Courtney groaned, she knew she had to ignore the desire for now, but Sienna was one of the most attractive women she had ever seen and was by far the hottest she had ever fucked, or wrestled against in the near-nude.

“Fine!” The top woman hissed, and pressed her tits and chest harder into Sienna’s, even freeing her rival’s legs, so she could plant her feet and lift her ass in the air to have gravity assist in applying pressure.

“AHH!” Sienna cried out, the weight on her breasts now doubled and her upper body forced into the mud deeper. But her mammaries held against this fat warm pair mushrooming them and attempting to mash them. But this move from Courtney gave her a chance, and Sienna pressed her feet up with the soles finding Courtney’s hips. With a grunt and a scream of shock from her rival, Sienna’s leg pressed her enemy up and flipped Courtney, her legs going straight up in the air, her pussy and ass to the sky unable to stop the momentum. Her tits hung down near her face as she went and landed on soft ground on her back, the crowns of the women’s head an inch apart after her flip. Even with the suppleness of the grass, the impact was rough, and Courtney’s hands shot to her lower back groaning in pain.

Sienna was up quickly, rubbing her sore tits, and glaring at the other woman. Courtney was half on her side when she felt her face pressed down into the grass before Sienna pulled her up.
But the rage was on, and Courtney tackled Sienna back down to the ground and another hot round of wrestling began. Time passed slowly and the women’s sexy muscles burned in the heat of the forest. Sienna’s bare ass, still the little strings on her hips flexed as she tried to force Courtney down for what felt like the millionth time. The heat radiating from Courtney was intense as she moaned in frustration, her muscles cramping in the haze as they spread their sweat on each other.

They went breast to breast on their knees, meaty chests crushing, bouncing, and sloppily mashing into a slick ball of flesh. They were tightly bound, their thighs touching as they pressed in so close. They placed arms and hands on their sides, interlacing the fingers again, facing them downwards before slapping tits again. The sun and fight had already sapped a massive portion of their strength, their looks of determination the only thing keeping them going. Finally, they rested on each other’s shoulders, nipples facing down and they forced their weight on the other, hoping to topple her with that alone.

Their lips were an inch away from brushing, and for a second, both women thought of nothing but kissing, touching their flesh, and begin to see what else they could do to break each other. But something stopped them, a voice, a feeling, it wasn’t like they didn’t want to break the pact…it was like they couldn’t. If they wanted to enter the next phase, one had to surrender first. Courtney shifted her head, keeping their lock, and pressed her forehead into Sienna’s again.
“Let’s finish this nice and slow Sienna, I want to feel every muscle fiber in your ass break before we get to what is really needed,” Courtney whispered, her lips moving an inch from her rivals. Full and wet, Sienna again felt the presence keep her tongue from licking them aggressively.

Instead, she moved to the left and got lost in the wet tangles of brown hair, Sienna pushed through the damp dirty strands until she found Courtney’s ear, “Once I’m done crushing your body, I’m going to fuck you till you pass out.”

She felt a shiver of desire pass between her before Courtney hissed back, “Bitch don’t make promises you can’t keep. Soon, we can really wrestle…and I can bite you, lick you, and fuck you.” Courtney breathed sensually, sending a wave of desire straight down to Sienna’s cunt and clit that yearned to be free. Then, doubling down, the brown-eyed woman adjusted her tits so that she was ‘forced’ to drag them slowly across the other sweaty pair. Their nipples met and held, their areola aligning, and small grunts of need came from deep in their throats until the rubbery shafts finally passed. All so the Countess could switch ears, pushing back the thick black braid off her rival’s shoulders as she whispered again. “Then, things are going to get really filthy between us Sienna, and I will claim the title you hold.”

“Good, I love filthy sex, and if you want my title, you will have to hold me down and fuck me to death,” Sienna spoke, the words so natural, like she had been born to speak them to a woman like Courtney…or not a woman like her…but only Courtney McBrayer, a woman like her, more than she ever would have imagined. But she didn’t have time to think about what that feeling was, because her rival hissed at her like a cat and then started to apply light pressure with her hips and tits. The pressure was returned by Sienna at a slow rate, building up as they got their hands involved next.

Long minutes went by, the stress of their flexing arms and asses meeting again in this semi-violent struggle. The sweat dripping onto the grass made them smooth and tougher to grip. As expected, their hands slipped, though Courtney’s were on purpose, Sienna’s by accident. On reflex their arms flung around the other’s back, each screaming as they attempted to throw down the weakened rival to the grass and begin the task of pinning each other again. Swelled tits lost docking and they became closer, the balls of womanly fat slotting between. A few steps to the left, a few to the right, and they went down, Sienna able to finally pull Courtney to the side far enough. It was a splash to the moist grass, their constricting holds tightening now on the ground, like two mating snakes. Their energy and muscles were starting to cramp from the heat and intensity. On their sides, they were staring to hump each other, but neither called the other out, in worry, it would ruin what they had done thus far. Cheapen the result of the physical contest. Sienna finally began to roll them, but the Countess did not let the Princess hold the top spot for long, and slowly again they moved across the meadow, their full asses bouncing each time they found themselves pointed to the sun.

That final round of rolling took a lot of what was left of Sienna’s physical energy, her amazing body again needing to find its way out from under the sexual figure of Courtney. In truth, her mind no longer had any control of her sex and her hips seemed to flair each time the slapping meeting of their lower bodies. The tiny string thongs and triangles, somehow staying on during this epic struggle were the only things keeping the honor of this duel intact. She attempted to roll them again, take back control, but she gasped as her muscles failed her halfway and she was pressed back into the grass, the Countess groaning from effort and desire, her own tanned ass jiggling and flexing in a painful effort to hold this position and Sienna down.

Beyond their tough words, the two-sex rivals were using less than half of the strength they had at the beginning of their match just a few minutes ago. Their bodies were demanding sex, and it seemed whatever outside force was with them was pulling their strength away and making them far hornier. At this point though, Courtney felt a surge when Sienna’s sweaty grip slipped from her own as they had before.

“No!” Sienna groaned from the bottom, foreseeing what was about to occur, but unable to stop it. Her hands struggled to hold the wet thick hair of her rival, the light brown hair less of a clutch than her own thick black braid. The Countess pushed up, her tits hanging down, and slid forward her rival’s body in a fluid motion till her big strong ass pressed down into the bountiful breasts of the native girl. Courtney finally captured the elusive dominant position they had been fighting for and she let out a scream of victory. She leaned just enough forward, her hair now wet, grass-filed hair flinging forward as she held down Sienna’s arms above her head, and kept her knees dug into the dirt. This position stopped her rival’s sexy strong legs from flipping up and catching her.

“Grr! You bitch!” Sienna growled, and Courtney growled like back equally as enraged an animalistic.

“You’re the bitch! Submit!”

They snarled and struggled for more minutes, their tiny thongs leaking unable to hide the desire pulsing in their magical veins.

“I’m going to fucking drain you!” Sienna snarled from the bottom slamming the side of her head into the thighs trapping her desperately. But that made her even more tired, and she didn’t know why. She had once wrestled a girl in college for almost an hour, but in this meadow, against Courtney, time did not seem to matter. The hornier she got, the more her body began to tire physically.

Sienna’s body started to again falter in strength, unable to break free from this pin. Her black eyes looked up but Courtney’s red panting face, but found it not taunting, but desperate. The Countesses’ own arms shaking and legs burning from their wrestling but still holding Sienna down in the grass, sitting on her chest. Sienna tried to bridge her ass but was not able to dislodge her rival and collapsed back down with a groan. She looked down now at the small wet triangle in front of her face that was leaking cum out the sides that started to pool on her trapped body. She could get free, all she had to lick Courtney’s cunt, or bite…but the rules would not permit it and for how much she hated Courtney at this moment, she had respected the duel the entire fight…so Sienna would as well.

It went on for another two minutes, a struggle, a gasp, more cum leaking out of Courtney, pooling in Sienna’s neck an equal amount dripping from Sienna’s wet sex between her legs. Finally, she stopped struggling and simply glared at Courtney for a few final seconds. If this had been the real fight, Sienna would never have said it, but she no longer cared about winning this worthless part of the duel. Yet, there were few things in the world more embarrassing than what she was about to say, she hated it, and she wanted to win it all, but her desire for sex was equally pulling her body towards the end. With nothing left, Sienna groaned. “I submit the first part of the duel.” The bitter words left her lips. There was nothing to lose but pride in the first part, but that meant more than either girl would ever admit.

Courtney gasped and released her rival’s legs, falling off to the side of Sienna and basically collapsing next to Sienna who gasped at the release of the weight. Their bodies finally not touching and giving them a chance to calm their burning lungs and muscles. They lay there trying to cool off, but with the sun high, and locked the heat in the meadow, the sauna was only increasing.

Sienna felt shame in her body, and as she planned to sit up, she was overwhelmed with another headache. When she opened her eyes, she was standing over Courtney in the white cloth. “You submitted; you lose.” Her voice spoke.

“No, I’m not done. I won’t accept it.” Slowly the Courtney-looking priestess stood and then pulled down her robe, showing off her nude body. It was incredible, nearly identical to the woman Sienna was fighting in the meadow. “I challenge you to a fight of sex. Let’s settle this the right way, the way of our goddesses.”

“Fine, if that is the only way you will accept defeat, then let’s have a duel of sexual ability. I won’t let there be a doubt of which of us dominates the other, and which of us deserves the right of the title.” Sienna felt herself speak, but she felt herself smiling while untying her robe and letting it fall. Her rival smiled at her and moved forward until the two chests of the women touched sending shivers of desire. She tilted her head and slowly their soft lips touched, a sensation that even in the vision almost made Sienna cum. The vision ended and Sienna blinked, suddenly back on the grass lying next to Courtney.

“I knew it…I can change history; it will not repeat itself. I can win.” She heard Courtney whisper to herself.

“You see the visions too, don’t you?” Sienna spoke in slight awe, turning her face to her rival in the grass, a curious, and even friendly tone.

Courtney looked at her surprised and in a soft voice responded, “I…do, and you as well? What do you see?”

“I think I see our ancestors; they look like us.”

“Yes…but they don’t…sound as angry…they don’t sound like…” But Courtney didn’t continue, and Sienna went quite as well pondering. They were quiet, and Sienna noticed that her body felt fresh. Some outside force had sapped her strength to end that first part of the duel. That combined with the visions made Sienna nervous…something told her that she and Courtney were dabbling in things beyond them. After a few more minutes of rest, the women sat up in unison on the grass. The second part of the duel had to begin now, that is the one thing they both knew. Courtney had won the first portion, and by tradition, she would start on top of Sienna, a small reward but one that could be invaluable. This aspect and the fight were all about sex. The two-priestess of legend were determined to make each other cum like banshees and shame themselves in the temple. Now, these two young women in the meadow would begin the same task of bringing the other to her knees.

Sienna stood first on her shaky legs, and simply reaching to the side of her wide hips, pulled the single knot holding her thong up. The side strings of the thin material came undone and fell to the ground slowly, small and light enough for the air to slow its descent. Courtney stood next, and undid the opposite knot, letting her own little string and triangle flutter toward the ground, leaving them both in the glorious nude. They walked side by side back toward the center of the meadow. Sienna gazed down at Courtney’s smooth clean pink pussy, a perfect cleft, and a small hint at the clit between strong legs. Her desire to fuck Courtney seemed to double, and she cursed herself knowing that even if they had met in very different circumstances, she would have fancied the other woman’s body in a contest with her own.

They reached the center and turned to face each other again, posing slightly to give her rival a clear view of their open dripping sex. Their full tits, sore but hanging firmly on their chests, pointing at the other with dangerous intent. The sun shinned on their sweaty bodies, oiling them for the next level of smooth combat.

“The duel continues until one of us surrenders and is no longer able to sexually continue the fight. She must submit herself to the winner in the eyes of the goddesses and spread her legs submissively.” Courtney breathed a level of excitement in her tone. Sienna nodded, and then released her thick long braid, letting her long black hair fan out of its containment. It fell even slightly longer than Courtney’s but just as wild. The styles of wavy hair were similar, black, and brown, with strands that would soon have grass and mud, pressed in. They both looked wilder now, nude, true forms of the legends of their people. They wanted to see how turned-on the wrestling had really done to their opponent. It would be very easy to find out. Sienna went down on her back and spread her strong legs, her pussy was engorged and already dripping wet, stains thanks to the thong she had been forced to wear for so long. It was humiliating, her face red having to spread herself so submissively in front of her rival, but this would be the only time. Once they touched, all rules were gone, and the next time one of them was submissive would be at the end.

“What a tempting sight and offer.” Courtney smiled, “I think I will have you like this a lot more once I have claimed your title.”

“Hurry up and get over here slut.” Sienna hissed, and rubbed her sweaty tits in her hands, palming and squeezing them at her rival.

Courtney dropped to her knees on the soft grass, and then like a cat crawled slowly on top of Sienna, letting her hands rub up the slick brown skin of her rival, until her full chest was directly above the other woman’s slightly ajar mounds. At this point, it was Courtney’s right to make the first move, to touch their bodies together sexually…then the true trial would begin.

Courtney and Sienna let the moment build, until the top woman couldn’t handle it anymore. She let out a long droll of spit from her long tongue towards Sienna, who watched the flowing drip it with angry eyes that she would be the one to have to accept it as the submissive. But at the last second, she opened her mouth and set out her long pink tongue, catching the flow expertly and not missing a single drop. She held there for a few seconds then used the borrowed spit to coat her lips and outer mouth slowly and tauntingly. Courtney watched and licked her own lips dry lips, preparing for what was going to be a sloppy first kiss.

“Drooling on each other like this is not part of the tradition.” Sienna teased, now bringing her own hands running up and down the sides of her rival’s stomach and obliques and drawing them nearer and nearer to the woman’s full ass and her massive hanging tits.

“I know, but you don’t seem to mind.” Courtney teased.

“Not at all, in fact, I plan to clean your mouth for good once I’m on top of you,” Sienna smirked and they playfully continued to run hands and trace fingers in the other’s sweat.

“Shall we begin, Princess?”
“Nothing stopping you.”

Courtney’s eyebrows bunched up and then she slowly dropped down onto Sienna in a slow motion, bringing their soft breasts together until their smooth middles tingled. Sienna groaned as her body instantly returned to the frenzied sexual state. She wanted to fuck this bitch, this hot whore who pretended to be part of her people, who used her customs and would steal her rights. As soon as Courtney’s red lips were close enough, she shot her tongue out and into her rival’s mouth, the slick muscle hunting for its equal. The first touch was electric, the muscles still outside their mouths thanks to Courtney’s quickness to meet her rival, then their lips and mouths opened as they sealed into a wet kiss.

They moaned into each other’s mouths as the electricity from the kiss was euphoric. Their nipples erect just from looking at each other, sprung fully as their breasts compressed again and happily meshed. Their hands shot between their rival’s legs, touching the other’s wet sex, no further foreplay required as they slid into each other’s pussy lips.

“Oh god, you dirty little priestess.” Courtney hissed mouth to mouth, before re-sealing the kiss. It was happening so fast, her cunt seemed to mold to Sienna’s fingers, and happily spread for her, letting Sienna get in deep and onto her g-spot.

“You bitch, feel how easy I can enter you?”

“Just as easy as I have entered you.” Courtney snapped back and they snarled as the dirty sounds of their pumped sexes filled the quiet meadow. They traded the top spot twice, proud asses flexing as they hit sweet points in the other’s pussy. Courtney ended up on top, but it did little to stop their dueling hands below, and even allowed Sienna to spank her roughly forcing a deep moan out of Courtney’s lips from the depth of her stomach. It had only been a minute into the second part of the duel, and Courtney’s brown eyes went wide as a sensation she could not push down made her clit shake. The wrestling, the holding of the other’s soft sexy body, it had been different than any other time in her sexual life. She pulled Sienna’s wet fingers out of her with a pop, but they were replaced by the native girl’s strong thigh press into it. The pressure on her clit and cunt was enough after this and two good rubs in this hot sweaty grind made Courtney cum.

Even Sienna seemed surprised though she pressed her strong thigh up and down the wet sex in tune with her rival’s humping. “No, how?!” Courtney cried as she struggled to push Sienna away, but she wasn’t fast enough, and her clit was pressed up by Sienna’s strong thigh. Her slightly rougher g-spot on the wall of her sex rubbed had been rubbed just right. But something was happening, her cunt…it was…it was too much! What the hell? She had never felt like this in her life! What the fuck was happening to her!? Courtney cried out and began to cum faster than she ever had, holding Sienna tightly as she shook and let out a girlish gasp. “You bitch, I knew you were fucking easy.” Sienna hissed, but pulled away her wet pussy in fear that something was building in her too. At the taunt Courtney pushed away from Sienna, slapping at the native girl’s tits twice before she got away.

Sienna quickly sat on her knees, gasping, and watching the orgasming Countess from a few feet away as she wiggled in the grass. It was surprising how hard the woman had cum, and almost worrisome how she was shaking on the ground, but Sienna wouldn’t feel pity, this was a sexfight, and it was their duel to fuck until one of them went down to the end. Though, she didn’t jump onto the woman, instead just enjoying seeing Courtney be forced to humiliation after the first part of the duel. Instead, she rubbed the cum from Courtney’s cunt on her leg and began to spread it on her sweaty breasts, also sliding her fingers down her toned stomach to her wet cunt, coating it with her rival’s discharge. It was sticky but strangely cooling with the heat of the air around her. It even tingled which was strange, but it felt so wonderful to massage her sore tits with such a sweet type of lotion. As she moaned at the sensation, the still-shaking Countess sat up seeing what was happening, her brown eyes raging. But also, a bit of fear in the pupils, she had never cum that hard or that fast…and though the wrestling had turned her on…it was disproportionate to the sensations she had just suffered.

“That was so easy.” Sienna laughed, as she rubbed some of the final drips of discharge onto her own body, enjoying the sight of fury. She lifted her left breast and gave it a slight lick, the salty sweat, and cum touching her tongue. “If you wanna submit to me now, I won’t embarrass you anymore.”

“I will never submit to you Sienna; you better enjoy that enjoy because you won’t get me off again,” Courtney growled, closing her legs, and getting to her knees in a fluid motion.

“Oh, yes, I will. I’m going to bathe in your cum as a tribute to the temple.” Sienna breathed, her words sounding almost not her own but truthful, her black eyes glowing gold in the sun. But if that was going to scare Courtney, there was no chance. The Countess sat up and flicked her long hair brown back with a lick of her red lips. “The mother goddess protects truth and not you.”

She launched herself at Sienna with a cry who met her body nearly in the air and they flung to the right, scratching, and biting like two wild cats. They shrieked in pain as they began to claw and nip each other’s skin, with nails, and teeth. They rolled in a frenzy, but unlike their last meeting this time they licked, sucked, and fingered each other at every opportunity. Sienna kicked Courtney off her but as she tried to roll up to her knees, Courtney was already on her again, wrapping her arms around the Princesses’ tight core and flinging her to the ground with a thud before Courtney climbed on top of her from behind.

“Ow!” Sienna groaned on her stomach, but a worry hit her when she felt the sweaty nude woman on top of her shift down. It all happened so fast, she felt her rival’s weight but only on her legs, and then a new warm air caressed her pussy, a mustier air than what was in the meadow. On instinct her body wanted her to open her legs in this doggy position and let what was coming happen, but she fought her terrible desire and tried to snap them shut. But the second of indecision cost her, and Courtney’s tongue pressed into her sex from behind. It covered her pussy, wiggling, flicking, and driving her already wet slit to flex and twitched. The Princess wailed and tried to crush her rival’s head as her claws dug into the dirt, but the pleasure was too much.

Sienna screamed, though it was half a moan, orgasming thanks to her rival’s tongue almost as fast as Courtney had cum on the ground. Now she understood what had happened to the Countess, because her body was orgasming in a way it never had. It snuck up so quickly, and the intensity was that of what she used to think her boyfriends would give her. She slammed her hands into the ground and then clawed in the dirt to escape or be finished by this first one.

The intensity of what was happening to her body was far more than she had ever experienced, her clit made every nerve in her body electric and her rival was twisting her into a knot of pure pleasure. She began to shake uncontrollably, “FUCK! What the hell!?” She cried, as she crushed into the soft ground, her back bending into an arch, the tasting muscle still in her wet constricting pussy, and her enemies’ claws digging into the front of her thighs, unnaturally painful thanks to the newfound sensitivity of her flesh. She finally swung an arm erratically back that connected with Courtney’s head, forcing her strong tongue out and off, but Sienna couldn’t follow up right away. She collapsed in the soft grass, still shaking…thinking only had something changed? Was the way they were cumming different? The way she had just released her pleasure did not feel natural, and now that she had experienced and understood Courtney’s shock and awe from a few minutes prior.

“See! Now you get it! These shouldn’t be as powerful as they are!” The Countess cried backing away from Sienna as she watched the beautiful native girl cum like she never had. Then, the tanned woman, tried diving back between the dark legs, to slurp up the discharge. But the short break gave Sienna a burst of energy to escape. She frantically rolled, kicking at the other woman in the shoulder hard as she moved.

“Ow!” Courtney hissed but Sienna was almost five yards away at that point and was only now coming down from her high. She had sat up and Courtney was looking at her almost fearfully as if what they were doing was even dangerous. Whatever they had just done, had been incredible if not terrifying, and the shock of pleasure of their sex was overwhelming. They were not inexperienced women when it came to sex, but this was different, and Sienna wasn’t sure even Victoria or Brooke would have this effect on her. Now that she knew who Courtney was, now that she knew their meeting was planned, she couldn’t doubt that the magical blood in their veins was causing some reaction in their bodies.

“It feels like…” But she stopped, unwilling to admit that another orgasm like that could finish her, “I’m going to beat you, I haven’t been tracking you for months just to lose, I don’t care who you are.” Sienna finished with certainty, not wanting to think that maybe, just maybe she and Country had awoken something with their ancient duel.

“You wish…nothing can come between me from becoming the rightful heir of the magic of our people, I have waited years to finally meet you! I studied, I practiced, and I’m going to fuck you silly! I don’t think you will last another round.” Country responded, her eye’s glancing up towards the sky where the vision of the temple had shown.

Sienna felt a wave of worry that they would continue, in her young life she had never cum like that, and she doubted she could handle another that came from so deep in her body. But she couldn’t worry for long. Already Courtney was moving forward on her knees, though this time she seemed far more careful to launch their bodies together.

Sienna went up on her knees and pushed her tits forward, even putting her hands behind her back in an apparent challenge. Courtney froze, then smiled and matched the pose, taking an extra second to spit on her tits, coating her own girls with some of Sienna’s dripping cum from her little snack. Then they slapped the soft balls together harshly once, grunting before backing up again. Sienna put a hand down on her rival’s cunt and quickly rubbed some dripping cum, Courtney did the same, and they both spread more of their rival’s pungent cum on her body staring at each other’s eyes doing so.

“We promised to be filthily, I’ll cover you in your own cum, and then flatten you with my better tits.” Sienna hissed, ready for another smacking.

“I’m going to make you nice and dirty.” Her rival spat back. Thus, a mini game began, they would smack their breasts, bouncing and crushing, then separate, run a hand down their own labia or their rivals, rub the won cum on themselves and smack breasts again. The loud grunts filled the meadow, as they let their bodies recover from the orgasms while driving each other hard back. Sometimes they would smack, and a vision would appear, but the vision was just them doing the same fight in a different time before snapping back. When they found themselves in a tight stalemate on a few sexy embraces, a hot wet kiss would begin, Country going first and sucking Sienna’s tongue for a long minute, before the next cum covered impact the favor was returned.

Courtney and Sienna broke apart and went to the ground after another round of intense sexual breast conjoining, after continually spreading the shared cum and sweat on each other’s full bodies. Their tits were sore and painful, but there was little chance to rest. The Countess rolled on the grass, a light sheen of mud, sweat and cum on her young body. She was mostly still on the grass, her head and more importantly her mouth ended up next to the Princess’s tender tits. Sienna didn’t even notice in time, and simply felt a little sensation of something wet stroking her erect brown nipple that had just spent the last 10 minutes dug into the fat pair and was now coated with her own discharge.

“Oh fuck!” Sienna groaned as Courtney latched onto the left brown tit. A worry of having her sensitive nipples chewed sent a spike of fear, but the Countess only began to suck like a lover focusing her red lips directly on the shaft, as if she was expecting a dripple of milk to come pouring out. “You could have fed your whole village with these milkers!” The Countess gargled; her mouth full of the warm wet breast before going back in.

“The two of us could have fed the tribe bitch!” Sienna hissed back with a half compliment that made Courtney’s sucking stop for a half a second in confusion before she continued, slurping, and kissing the chest. Sienna pushed Courtney off her and followed her on the ground, leaning down and latching onto the Countess’s chest, reversing the move. “Oh, goddess…!” Courtney wailed, her nipple feeling like it was starting to have the same sensitivity as her clit. She then fought back freeing her breast by pulling on Sienna’s thick black hair. They remained like this for a few minutes, trading the top spot, but more importantly breast sucking, seeing if one of them would indeed begin to be milked or cry out from the pain. On the fourth exchange of saliva, Courtney couldn’t take it anymore. She rolled away but didn’t go far, shifting on the grass till she could slide her legs in between Sienna’s, a glazed look in her eyes.

“You know what we need to do, if flattening you will take too long, and we can’t fuck for long without destroying ourselves, then let’s settle it like this, your sex and mine. When you cum from my pussy, I know you won’t get up.” Courtney hushed, her eyes flicking down at the emerging clit of her rival.

Sienna didn’t resist this new position, desperate, and willing for some pussy on pussy action that would drain them faster, and provide a quenching to an unbearable thirst. They fell to their backs, the sun continuing to move past them, though time still felt. Sienna slid on the grass, watching Courtney’s feet move towards her as they crossed slowly. Not stopping, unable to resist the sensation, they brought themselves into one. They sealed their sexes, their slits, touching and easily sliding with no friction.

Words failed them, as they grunted and hissed from pleasure as the soft sex covered her own in a near-perfect match. Then they went silent because above them the sky turned into the temple, and then back to the sky like they were dancing between worlds.

Still, the two women dueled body to body, pussy to pussy, the two slits grinding, slipping, and squeezing when they pushed in hard enough. Courtney let out a wail of satisfaction, her cunt accepting Sienna’s, as it became more aroused touching its counterpart of this duel than it ever had. They knew, however, that an orgasm from the other’s cunt could finish them after the intensity of the two previous. Sienna raised her head to meet the stare of her rival, their bouncing tits between them, their soft stomachs clenching when their exposed clits ran tenderly across and into the wet folds where it was covered in wet soft sex.

“I have you, Courtney!”
“No, I have you, Sienna!” She snarled to the clear blue sky, her full tits bouncing wildly as they switched between crushing and tribbing their centers of womanhood. They shrieked even louder when clit found clit for the first time, followed by desperate moans for more of that overwhelming pleasure as they fenced their smallest nerves. These were followed by even higher-pitched cries that ran around the trees as they met the two love nubs in a furious sequence of pushing and squishing, the only sounds besides their cries for reprieve. They moved their full hips in a circular motion, both clockwise, clits grinding each other and always in soft contact. The nerves sending electric shocks into their forms were damns of sexual gratification that wished to explode, building faster than ever before. Sienna was seeing stars, she had never felt a sex like this, never felt her core react in a way to any woman or man…not like this, not like wet warm sex that her body was now meshing and conjoining with.

It was too much, her clit felt joined and then was out pressed by Courtney who successfully flicked her love nub just a little bit more consistently than she could return. After almost 30 seconds of this happening, and just a second of lost focus Sienna’s body went rigid. “Nooooo!” She screamed no longer able to stop herself from cumming as the warm pussy of her rival made her squeal covering and bending her clit. The brown-haired woman screamed in joy as she felt her rival’s pussy flex and drench her groin and the now wildness of her tribbing motions. She knew she was better than Sienna, and now she was going to win! She attempted to cover Sienna’s clit with her cunt, rubbing it down raw and finish the other woman for good, pressing up to her hands to watch and mount her rival.

Sienna didn’t have time to think, her body was aching and releasing waves as she screamed into the sky, it was sending her mind blank. She was going to lose! “No!” She cried, focusing her next thrust as best she could and her still-standing clit gave one last shot at her rivals. Courtney knew that to finish Sienna she needed to ride her through this orgasm, but she didn’t expect mid-orgasm for Sienna to thrust directly at her, somehow still in control. She felt her own clit bend, and she let out a scream, falling right back to her back. Her own body gave in to the pleasure from the thrust and then the pleasure doubled as she felt Sienna orgasm with her.

Suddenly, they were both cumming, and a mutual orgasm was deadly satisfying as both women synced and continued to grind each other in a frenzy even though Sienna was almost six seconds ahead. Groaning and kneading their own big breasts without thinking, they came into the meadow. They now kept their still erect clits touching in a perfect two nerves blending as the long sexual ride continued until Sienna finished, and Courtney came to an end a few seconds later. They gasped, the hardest orgasm so far, and their eyes flickered as they felt a wave of sleep wash over them. They separated with a little sound, strings of wet cum holding them together, and came to rest. The power of the meadow almost finished them to a draw, but as the sun beat down on their sweaty forms, they each clutched the earth looking for strength.

“Do you submit?” Sienna asked with unstable breath. Her body ached, and it seemed that in these conditions and who her opponent was, she didn’t have much left to give. She had only been saved by Courtney going off with her because the sexy woman had not been able to take advantage and drain her fully. Sexfighting with Courtney was beyond the training or the desire she felt for other women, and she wondered what would have happened if they had met under different circumstances. Maybe at college on accident? Would it have been as intense? Or was it the setting, this specific circumstance, and visions that made this sexfight drain them faster, and this sexual meeting in a league of its own.

“No, I felt you go off way harder than me. I almost had you, and I just need to get you off again and I will win.” Courtney breathed back, but she didn’t move from her spot on the grass. Sienna got up first a few seconds later, and crawled at Courtney, who waited for her and another round of tribbing. But then the princess turned to present her full-fat ass and open delicious pussy to her rival, and Courtney watched that perfect set of cunt lips come towards her slowly.

“I’m going to soften your clit with my tongue and then rub it raw down with mine for good.” Sienna snarled as she climbed reverse on Courtney, both women spreading their legs in acceptance of what they were about to do.

“You want to rub clits you just say the word bitch, but till then I’m happy to suck yours till it withers.” They teetered on the line of over aggression, but they remained in control somehow. It was clear they weren’t attempting to get each other off with their mouths, but more so, weaken and prepare for what they knew was going to be their final stand. A final trib between two Priestesses They rolled in the soft grass, the lines of which they had traveled now covered the meadow. Sienna felt Courtney spit into her, and then her rival’s palm cupping her sex, almost holding it back, preparing it for something.

Sienna shook in rage and sexual frustration, she was ready to finish this bitch or get finished by her, it had to happen, it was determined, it was fate. She spanked Courtney’s firm bottom bouncing in her face and hissed into her wide delicious pussy. “I thought you were going to rub me raw with your sex Courtney?!”

They had only been in this 69 position for less than a minute, but the desire to finish it was too strong for any further foreplay. The world demanded they do another round of pussy fighting to finish the duel for good.

“Yeah! I am Sienna! Again!” Courtney growled into her rival’s wet sex, and she spit on her rival’s exposed clit at the last second before rolling off her. Sienna let her go, feeling her clit covered and warm, ready to explode. She didn’t like the idea of a final standoff but there was no alternative because she would not get up after her next one. It was unsaid between them but know that their orgasms were supercharged somehow. And once they pressed together…one of them was going to cum harder than the other for good, and this duel would be settled.

The two youngest sexfighters on the island swung back their legs around on the grass and quickly tested their chewed raw clits like two rusty swords slowly scissoring once again with only their pussies. On the first delicate touch of their eaten cunts, they screamed in passion, it was too much and too little pleasure at the same time. Like they couldn’t push in hard enough, but the extra sensitivity made them tremor, which in turn only shook their rival too. With increasing brutal but sensual pressure, they shared a secret small orgasm thanks to the touch alone, but neither was going to be the one who would pull away first as their vulva and labia seemed to blend into a single mass of erotic nerves. But the fight was still on, and they fought through the passing pleasure. Sienna and Courtney both continued to hump through the peaks and restart of their bodies’ desires.

The wet sweaty trib continued, and Sienna pulled the other woman towards her crushing their full chests, still erect nipples digging deep in the other’s soft flesh. She could feel Courtney’s thumping heart and beginning to kiss her roughly while their sweaty nipples poked and bent harder into the other’s ribcage, bulging out while claws scratched to leave love marks on the other’s smooth back. The figures above danced as they circled each other, though not touching like the women in the meadow…the women were not able to focus on the mystical forces around them, as Sienna and Courtney fought to out sex their rival, and fuck her senseless into the ground.

Their long dirty hair became blended, creating a curtain that hid their faces, and somehow trapped even hotter air in the small bubble of waring lips. Their sex flowers had opened and they simply swayed and rubbed in short quick thrusting movements, as connected as two priestesses in this sex duel could be. It was not noticeable from the outside, but after almost five minutes of this connected fuck, the beautiful, tanned Countess began to struggle, her urge to release her passion starting to overwhelm her incredible desire to win. Sex had never felt like this, maybe it was because of Sienna, or what they had unleashed, but there was a power pulling her into the depths of her own soul and she couldn’t resist much longer Her kissing slowed as the pulsing of their pussies made her body tremble in a way unheard of. Sienna noticed too, a thrust not returned as ferociously, her own soul still struggling, desperate beyond imagination not to fall into Courtney’s grasp, as alluring and incredible as she imagined it could be.

Courtney went aggressive, a sign of her desperation in this sexfight. Sienna felt the sharp claws of her rival lessen into her skin; the pink nails pull back for the first time in this intense makeout. The Countess suddenly began to slap at Sienna’s toned back, trying to leave welts to distract her, then she slipped her hands in-between their soft spongy sweaty boobs and clawed at the brown mounds. But Sienna pushed down the waves of sexual impulses and pain, only to pull Courtney in tighter, meshing their wet sexes and connecting even more of their nude wet skin.

“You…bitch.” Courtney murmured when a small break in their deep tongue play gave her the chance.

“Can’t…handle it…can…you? Cum…and submit.” Sienna spat, sucking in Courtney’s lower lip and chewing it lightly. She felt like she could feel her rival’s sex opening more, the nerves of her body beginning to break

“Fuck…you. I hate you…” Courtney whined again, but Sienna’s words rang true, she couldn’t handle it, and if she stayed in this knot of sex for a second longer, she would melt. Unable to handle the heat, or the sensation of their bodies meshing, Courtney separated them, pushing Sienna away roughly with a desperate cry. She was so close to cumming, her body was shaking, and she attempted to back away on her ass, sliding on the grass, and hoping she could somehow disappear into the forest to escape what was building in the core of her sex. It wasn’t like she hadn’t cum more than this before in the span of an hour, but the intensity was indescribable. Somehow Sienna was wrecking her body from the inside, like they had unlocked a core and attacked it. It was at the point she was worried this next one might shut her down.

“No, you don’t Courtney, you are mine, I’m your high priestess” Sienna hissed, crawling madly at her rival to the edge of the meadow, and just catching one of the tanned ankles in time. Courtney let out a cry of hate, and threw several kicks at the woman, but they had little effect. The sun and sex had drained them, and they had become kittens compared to the lionesses that had begun this sexual struggle. Sienna closed the distance easily and used the last dose of adrenaline to pull the Countess towards her body. She went up to her knees, the Countesses’ toned legs bent at the knee over her shoulders, while Sienna wrapped her arms around the woman’s torso. Courtney tried to twist away but there was little energy she had left, and felt her cunt exposed and pointing to the sky with her head still on the grass.

“No, you bitch.” Courtney whined as she wiggled weakly, her legs still resting on Sienna’s shoulders. She tried pressing the weight of her legs down on her rival, but the Princess held firm, sensing victory that let her push the distractions of her own pulsing pussy. Then Sienna unfurled her wet long tongue, and shifted Courteney’s lower body up once more, her arms lopped around the belly button of the trapped woman tightly. Sienna let out a moan, that sent a shiver of desire through Courtney’s body, knowing what was coming. The native girl then brought her mouth down, her wet pink muscle into her rival’s sex where it flicked and wormed on the soft sensitive sex flesh.

“No! Not like this! I need to win!” Courtney cried as Sienna’s tongue entered her fully. The princess ate Courtney out in a way she never had another woman, practically making love to her rival’s pussy with her tongue and mouth. She went deep, rubbing the soft folds with her muscle, her hands spreading the pussy as wide as it could go. Courtney cried out, the pleasure already beyond what she could take, but she wouldn’t quit, and was desperate to force Sienna off with her. Instead of trying to dislodge her rival again, she reached down and just was able to get her fingers in range of Sienna’s open pussy. She slipped one in and tried to thumb the native girl’s clit in a flicking motion.

Sienna cried out, and almost came from the surprise attack. She felt her juicy cunt entered by her rival’s firm fingers and her clit pressed like a button, but she focused, not letting the amazing sensation of her rival pumping her to stop her from eating the pussy in front of her mouth. Courtney did not give up and shot her other hand into the wet black hair, trying to rip free her sex from the hungry mouth of the Princess, as the two women struggled to the end. It went on for about 15 seconds, this sex knot of fingers versus tongues but Courtney knew she couldn’t stop her rival, she couldn’t win with just her hand, all she could do is cum and hope her body and soul remained intact.

Courtney released both her hands from their tasks, one cupping her right boob, squeezing the cum coated, sweaty mound, and even pinching her brown nipple. Her other, covered in Sienna’s cum she brought to her mouth, sucking her fingers like a baby. Sienna looked up and almost came from the sight, but her pussy free from the attack, she redoubled her effort on Courtney’s clit. The Countess didn’t even feel the orgasm start at first, it was just there, in full motion and Courtney’s brown eyes widening in shock was the only sign something was happening. She was cumming, and both combatants knew it was for the last time.

Her spit-covered fingers popped out of her mouth, but she covered the labia with her palm as she screamed out to the empty forest like a wounded animal. Her cunt exploded, the pleasure was so great that her body became paralyzed in pleasure. Sienna gasped feeling the sudden change as she felt the waves of pleasure spread from her rival into her own form and into her mouth. She gave a cry as more cum than she expected began to leak, and even as the frozen legs of the Countess squeezed her head, she latched on and began to suck and flick the clit of her rival to end this for good. She drank her rival, licking, fingering, as Courtney came on the soft grass. A few seconds in and she bucked so hard that Sienna fell off to her ass and the woman flopped to the ground still cumming. Both due to her own desire, and to conquer this challenger once and for all, Sienna threw her still horny body on top of the orgasming woman. She silenced the howling banshee by gluing their lips together in an open-mouthed kiss. At the same time, she allowed all of the cum in her mouth to escape and force the Countess to drink the mixture of spit and discharge. The slop of spit and discharge flowed down, cutting off Courtney’s gasps as it coated every bit of her maw. Sienna groped the other woman’s full chest pinching the softening nipples, pressing their cunts together as best she could.

Then, she tongue fucked her enemy, droll and spit escaping their conjoined mouths as Courtney’s pink muscle led a final valiant effort to defend itself before it to curled and she was forced to swallow back her warm juices. Sienna’s pink muscle cleaned every gum, every tooth, of her rival, and then drew the defeated tongue into her mouth where she sucked it hard for a few extra seconds until she felt Courteney’s hard body go soft, and a whimper for mercy between their conjoined maws as the orgasm of her life ended.

“Say it again.” Sienna nearly cried, snapping their wet kiss, and pressing her mouth into Courtney’s ear finally ending her mouth raping, pressing it through the thick dark brown hair, desperate to hear the words of surrender clearly. She would not let up if this woman continued to challenge her, but she didn’t know how long she could keep this up without exploding herself.
She could feel Courtney’s pink nails still unsheathed in the flesh of her ass, her other hand in her thick black hair holding tight. There was a long moment, and then the nails slowly retracted, and the grip of her locks lessened. Courtney’s fingers then almost tenderly ran up and down Sienna’s sweaty toned back, which made the Princess shiver. Then, still, without looking Sienna in the eye, she brought her lips through the forest of wavy black hair towards the Princesses’ ear.

“I…I…I submit to you, my high priestess.” Courtney whimpered, tears of pleasure and pain from the sex dripping down her cheeks matching Sienna’s moist face. Even with Sienna still on top of her, Cortney widened her legs into a submissive pose as was tradition and acceptance of her defeat until Sienna nodded and whispered back, “I accept your submission priestess, it is over.” And in the mess of hair and their bodies finally relaxed, collapsing in the heat of the meadow on her rival.

But like the magical sensation that had fueled their fight, suddenly, a massive cooling breeze swept through the meadow, filling their lungs, and the forest seemed to come alive again. It did not mean they did not feel the effects of their incredible sexfight, but only that they could again move, like their bodies had been given the substance needed to disengage…but they chose too not. The duel was over, the victor had been found, but the women continued to touch. The cum on their bodies had hardened now that the sun was setting and as dusk, the tree line gave them a reprieve, it became even peaceful. Sienna lifted her head, to meet the brown eyes under her, but nothing was said, they were just staring at each other unable to see the thoughts behind the other’s glassy eyes. This was a point they both had been determined to reach, but now at the end of their fight, neither really knew what came next.

“You won.” Country whispered, their bodies still aligned on the soft grass, but no longer in combat. Their forms were softer, more yielding with each other’s flesh, and in doing so bringing them even closer than they had been during the fight.

“Yes. The duel is over, and I retain the right to the title and the magic of our people to do what I wish. And my right over you.” Sienna hushed back, but there was no aggression from her either, and in fact she was very aware of how her body remained on top of Courtney…and she had no intention of moving it just yet.

Courtney nodded solemnly, her brown eyes never leaving Sienna’s black orbs, then she shifted her still sweaty body just enough so that her large tit slide in between Sienna’s full pair allowing their faces and chest to be less aligned but somehow closer, “Living history is far different than the books and puzzles, but I must admit it is far more exciting. I wonder if this is how the first priestess felt after their fight…if it did finish like you said.”

“I’m not sure…and I doubt we will ever know, but what we just did. You…you and I…I think we were destined to meet, to duel like this. For it to end here and now, for one of us”

“I do too.”

The hate and history between them were like a painful thorn, but as Sienna just about brought what would happen now. Her vision went fully blurry. Suddenly she and Courtney and were standing in front of two women who looked like their twins, all four naked.

The Courtney one smiled at them both, “So long we have waited, but it was worth it. You both are so beautiful and strong.”

The Sienna one nodded, “Long indeed, that our lines would find one another again.”

“What is this? Who are you!?” Courtney cried out turning to see Sienna next to her as naked and sweaty as her from their fight. Sienna didn’t say anything looking at awe at the two priestess of the visions.

“Our names are lost to even us, but we are them, the two you fight for. Our duel and yours blended and gave us the chance to finally speak” Courtney’s image spoke.

“We are so happy you both have found each other; and the duel has been completed.” The Sienna one said, also smiling. “Now, you can both let the past go and begin anew.”

Sienna and Courtney were stunned. The vision itself after their fight was not surprising but now talking to them, the women was beyond any type of magic either of them had heard was possible.

“How can you be happy we fought? They killed everyone of our half of the people, and I failed us. I lost. All my life, I worked for this, to find her, and to beat her. Now the magic will stay lost, and I have nothing.” Coutney whispered, and Sienna glanced at the woman she had been nude wrestling with for the last hour.

The murky Courtney smile went sad, “Don’t be sad, the burden never should have fallen to you. There were deaths that night but the reason I survived was not my own doing.’ She looked at the fuzzy Sienna to her right who looked back with an equally sad smile, “She was my best friend. People spoke of our hate and rivalry, and though we disagreed about the future and did like to compare our bodies, there was no one closer to me in my life, even my husband.”

“And the same was true for me.” The fuzzy Sienna responded.

Sienna and Coutney looked at each other but when their eyes met, they looked away.

“We did finish our duel, and I did lose, but the dark plan went into motion without anyone knowing. But she got me out, and saved me and my husband, though we were still hunted.” The fuzzy Courtney said, looking at the fuzzy Sienna with a sad smile.

“And I never spoke it, it was too late to save them all, but I saved her, and got her free. But failed in forgivess the hate survived.”

“Sadly, the story became muddled in my mind. My husband did and could not understand what we had done in our fight. Only in death did we find each other agian and understood. But it had to wait until our lines met again, but knew that history became hate and the story of our friendship was long lost.”

“You two, we can sense the hate and fear you have for each other, what drove you to have a duel. The magic of our people has caused devastation for us and the world. Cournety, I know your heart is pure, but I would beg you, trust me, let it go.”

Country looked at herself in the vision, and nodded, “I lost anyway.”

“The last good of this magic hopefully will be giving us the chance to speak to you both, and now we ask you to renew our friendship and live your lives in peace. The magic you fight for, if you wish, you can leave it with us or take it, but it is weak. We will be happy about your decision.”

Sienna’s fuzzy copy smiled, “You must choose Sienna, you won the duel and hold it in your hand. I will say, before you chose what to do with the magic and Courtney, just know, I believe you both would be very good friends, if you wanted, trust me, the sex and challenge from someone like her is worth it.” She nodded towards the Courtney and the other. The fuzzy Courtney nodded, and the two images smiled at each before going even blurrier and starting to disappear.

“Wait!” Both women yelled, but Sienna felt herself float, and when she opened her eyes, she was still on top of Courtney back in the meadow. The bottom woman’s eyes fluttered open under her and met her stare. There was a long quiet as they absorbed what they had just seen and heard. For Courtney, her entire life’s purpose felt lost, and she held onto Sienna, her only clutch tighter than before.

“I have to take you in, I can’t let you go. I have to let the magic be forgotten.” Sienna spoke but her words did not match her actions, not even trying to fake getting up or separate from Courtney’s warm sweaty body under her. In fact, now she too adjusted to make sure they were even comfortable, and she felt their crossed legs tighten as if Courtney had even less intention for them to separate.

“I suppose you do. It’s my fate for losing our incredible sexfight. I gave it my all, and so did you. We put it all on the line, and I don’t regret it.”

“Me neither.” Sienna whispered, the words of her rival making more and more sense. “We aren’t them, and dont’ have to follow them..”

“I know…but…” Courtney almost cried, the memory terrifying, saved from whatever would have happened to her if Sienna’s soul hadn’t pulled her back, but that was a question for another day. “And I know you only want to protect our history…something I respect. I just can’t help my desire to learn history and share it…I guess we are just two peas in a pod destined to tangle. But I will give it up for good, our ancestors are right.” Courtney breathed, and then unable to stop herself took Sienna’s lips with her own. They lightly kissed, and it led to a new feeling, one of regret, regret now that it was over. All their previous kissing had been violent, and aggressive, but this one was vastly different. Now they displayed a new skill, softness, a passion to appease the flesh. Finally, after almost five minutes, they separated again breathless, black and brown eyes near so that their lashes brushed.

“With the magic decided, what will you do with me?” Courtney nearly whimpered after their tender kiss. Sienna blinked in disbelief, and took a deep breath listening to the only person in the world who could speak her language fluently. The only person she had felt connected with her whole life. She felt torn, because, unlike Quinn or Diane, the Countess was not evil, just determined…like her. But the woman wasn’t a saint and had been part of some terrible things where ignorance could not be blamed. Unable to decide, she instead slowly lowered her lips, and they began to kiss once again. The Princess and the Countess, destiny, and magic, finishing their agreed ancient duel of women. The winner decided the loser drained, and the hidden goddess was satisfied with the duel her priestesses had performed. But the future of what would occur between the two of them is still very uncertain.

To Be Continued

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