JunJitsu: Spy Trap

by Imperator

JunJitsu couldn't stop fidgeting in the suit. She'd much rather be in her costume, which allowed her a lot more freedom of movement. Today, however, that wasn't an option. She was going undercover for the CIA in order to rescue a captured agent and seize the international super-spy Bleu in the process.

Bleu was offering to trade the hostage for a set of documents supposedly outlining plans for some sort of new weapons or defense system. The hitch in this plan was that the plans had to be real. The original agent had been kidnapped when she was trying to sell phony plans to Bleu during the original sting operation. Apparently, Bleu knew enough about the project or the technology to recognize a fake. This is why JunJitsu was invited along as back-up.

The agent in charge, Jack Edwards, was running around making sure everyone was in their assigned positions and ready to strike as soon as the order was given. He had agents in nearby buildings with visual and audio surveillance equipment so they could monitor the situation.

JunJitsu was relatively unfamiliar with Bleu, having only read her dossier and gotten some information from the few HOTTIEs who had dealt with her in the past. She wasn't too worried, however, since she was one of, if not the best, martial artists in the world alive today.

Agent Edwards was completing his final check-ins, and then he was going to give JunJitsu a final briefing before sending her in. At this point, it was merely a waiting game.

Detective Chase Donahey adjusted the dials one final time, filtering out all the background noise. Aimed directly at a large window on the ground floor, she should be able to hear anything going on inside the house. She could hear a woman whimpering in the background, which she could only assume to be the captured Agent Sheridan. However, there were no other voices, so she had to assume Bleu was being quiet for now.

With nothing to do until JunJitsu entered the house, she picked up her radio and pressed the Send button. "This is Detective Donahey checking in. Nothing of interest happening right now. The hostage still appears to be alive. Over."

The radio squawked, "Good work, Donahey. We'll be sending in JunJitsu in ten minutes. Let us know once the exchange has been made, and JunJitsu's ready to leave the building. Over."

"Understood, sir," replied Chase. "Donahey out."

Chase put down the radio and leaned back in her chair. "Twenty minutes to kill... What to do?" she muttered to herself. Knowing she was going to have to sit still while the exchange was occurring, she decided to stand up and stretch to keep her joints from stiffening up.

As she was extending her arms, Chase heard the floor creak behind her. She spun to see who was there, but only caught a glimpse of flame-red hair before a blue fist slammed into her abdomen.

Chase dropped to the floor immediately, hyperventilating as she tried to regain the breath that was knocked out of her. Her assailant quickly sprang on top of her, pulling her wrists behind her back and securing them with a thin cord. The woman quickly went to work on Chase's ankles, crossing them and wrapping the cable around them as well. Chase tried to fight, but wasn't able to put up much of a fight in her nearly incapacitated state.

Just as she was getting her wind back, the woman shoved a rag into her mouth, and sealed it in tightly with several strips of tape. Chase's stifled moans elicited no response from her attacker.

The woman then proceeded to wrap more cable around Chase's knees, elbows, and midsection. When she was finished, the woman stood up and admired her handiwork.

Chase felt as useful as an earthworm as she squirmed around on the floor. Finally getting a good look at the woman, she recognized Bleu from the police dossier. She thrashed wildly realizing that if Bleu had known she was up here listening in, then the entire mission was compromised.

Bleu frowned for a second, concerned that her victim's struggles could knock something over and alert the others. Noticing the ceiling had exposed rafters, she tied off two cables to each of the detective's shoulders. Hoisting her to her feet, Bleu tied each cable to a different rafter, forcing the detective to stand facing the room's only door.

Convinced the detective would no longer be an issue, Bleu decided one more level of humiliation was in order. Chase complained loudly as Bleu tore her blouse wide open and pulled out her breasts for anyone walking through the door to see.

Giving each nipple a firm pinch, Bleu said, "That will teach you to listen in on other people's business! Au revoir!"

Deborah Prescott caught her head nodding as she stared at the monitor. The infrared scanner pointed at the building was showing the same thing it had been for the last half-hour. Some woman, presumably Agent Sheridan, was squirming in a chair.

Edwards had checked in, saying JunJitsu would be entering the building in about five minutes. All she'd have to do is keep herself awake in that time, and then she'd at least have something interesting to watch.

Suddenly, a hand clamped over her mouth. She reached for her gun, but her assailant had already pulled it from the holster and tossed it aside. Prescott went for the radio, but she was being pulled back, and it was out of reach before she could come close to grabbing it.

Deborah was pulled over to a nearby couch and forced facedown into a thick throw pillow. A knee braced itself against the back of her neck, muffling her cries for help. In moments, her attacker bound her wrists together behind her back.

Just as she was about to pass out from smothering, Deborah was lifted up, and a red plastic ball was shoved into her mouth. The strap running through the ball was then buckled tightly behind her head, and Deborah winced as the leather bit into the sides of her mouth.

As Deborah was rolled over onto her back, she finally got a good look at the woman tying her up — Bleu!

Deborah's shocked expression made Bleu grin. "What's the matter, mademoiselle? You look more shocked than your other nosy friend!"

Realizing Bleu was talking about Donahey, Deborah tried kicking free, but Bleu's enhanced physique was entirely too powerful for her. Bleu yanked her to her feet and pushed her up against the back of the chair. Grabbing her throat, Bleu whispered, "Do yourself a favor, and stand still."

Unable to do anything anyway, Deborah resigned herself and let Bleu lash each of her ankles to the back two legs of the chair. Bleu then moved around to the front, grabbed a handful of Deborah's hair, and bent her down so that her face was almost touching the seat. Bleu looped rope around Deborah's shoulders and neck, fastening them to the front legs of the chair, forcing Deborah into a painful and humiliating bent-over pose.

"Let's leave a little surprise for your friends when they find you," Bleu muttered, as she reached around Deborah's waist and unfastened her slacks. Deborah's muffled cries had little effect as Bleu pulled down Deborah's pants, leaving her butt and pussy fully visible to anyone who'd walk through the door.

Bleu gave Deborah a firm crack on the ass with her hand as she quickly left the room, leaving the exposed and humbled Deborah begging for help.

JunJitsu adjusted her sport coat one last time before picking up the briefcase. "Ready?" she asked.

"Whenever you are," Agent Edwards replied stoically. "Remember, just exchange the files for Sheridan, and the both of you get out of there, A.S.A.P. As soon as the two of you are clear, we'll raid the place. Donahey and Prescott will be keeping tabs on you as well, should anything go wrong. Don't attack Bleu unless you absolutely have to. She's incredibly resourceful and probably has a back-up plan for such actions."

JunJitsu nodded, trying to hide her disappointment. Why was she even here if she wasn't supposed to kick any ass?

As if reading her mind, Agent Edwards continued, "Yes, we're well-aware of your talents, and I realize this protocol seems a waste of your time, but we wanted to be sure that if Bleu did renege on her bargain that we wouldn't have two hostages instead of just the one."

"Okay, that makes more sense," answered JunJitsu. She turned toward the house's door. "Well, let's do it."

JunJitsu walked quickly up to the front door and pressed the buzzer. "It's open," came a heavily accented voice from the inside. JunJitsu opened the door and walked into the foyer, shutting the door behind her.

She noticed the room further in the house had a light on, so she walked towards it. As she entered the room, she was greeted by a stark naked woman bound to a chair and a statuesque redhead in a skintight blue outfit standing behind her, holding a hypodermic needle already buried into the captive's arm.

Bleu pressed the plunger on the needle and emptied its contents into Agent Sheridan's body. Seeing JunJitsu's eyes widen, she answered calmly, "That was an experimental form of anthrax I just injected into your friend. She'll be dead in twenty minutes unless I give her the antidote, which I will do provided you do exactly as I say."

JunJitsu nodded, realizing any plan she had formulated in her own mind just went right out the window. Her thoughts raced. Did Bleu have the antidote on her person? If so, it might be worth taking her down right now. If she didn't, however, Prescott would almost certainly die.

"Take off your clothes," ordered Bleu.

"Excuse me?" asked JunJitsu, snapping back to the present.

"Your clothes — Take them off," ordered Bleu again. "Hurry. Agent Sheridan does not have much time remaining."

JunJitsu quickly removed her coat, blouse, skirt, and shoes. Holding her hands out at her sides, she spun around. "I'm not wearing a wire. See?"

"The bra and panties, too," replied Bleu, unamused.

JunJitsu frowned as she reached behind and undid her bra snaps. Tossing it onto the pile of clothes, she bent down and took off her panties, too.

Before she could add them to the pile, Bleu said, "No, wad them up and put them in your mouth."

"You've got to be kidding me," replied JunJitsu.

Glancing towards a wall clock, Bleu answered, "Tick-tock, mademoiselle. Tick-tock..."

Not hiding her frustration, JunJitsu wadded up the undergarments and shoved them in her mouth.

"Good girl," smiled Bleu, as she approached with a roll of wide tape.

Tearing off three strips, Bleu sealed the panties inside of JunJitsu's mouth. Dropping the tape, she produced a set of long-chained handcuffs. "Your right wrist, please," she ordered.

JunJitsu tensed up her forearms and lifted her arm to Bleu who tightly fastened one of the cuffs to her wrist. Turning JunJitsu in a circle, Bleu pulled JunJitsu's right hand behind her back all the way to her left hip.

"Now, bring the left over to the right," Bleu said.

JunJitsu complied, and Bleu snapped the remaining cuff over her left wrist. Her arms now painfully crossed behind her back, JunJitsu wondered how long she would have to keep her arms tensed before she could escape.

Unfortunately, Bleu wasn't finished yet. Bleu pulled out a length of rope and folded it in half. Passing the loop around JunJitsu's waist, she knotted it tightly, and then proceeded to tie eight inline knots in the remaining slack. She then passed the ends between JunJitsu's legs and pulled the rope tightly upwards, eliciting a muffled yelp as the knots dug into JunJitsu's clitoris. Blue wrapped the rope around the intersection of JunJitsu's crossed arms several times and secured it in place.

Roughly, Bleu shoved JunJitsu onto a nearby couch. The impact caused the knots to dig even further into her clit, and JunJitsu squealed in pain. Quickly, Bleu snagged JunJitsu's ankles, crossed them, and tied several lengths of rope around them.

"That should keep you out of my way and quiet for a while," Bleu muttered, smugly.

JunJitsu glanced up at the clock, wondering how much time Agent Sheridan had left.

Noticing JunJitsu's question, Bleu barely stifled a laugh. "Oh don't worry," she giggled. "That wasn't a virus. It was just saline water. I believe you Americans have a saying... ah, oui... 'You got punked!'"

JunJitsu muttered something incomprehensible (and even less ladylike) through the gag, as Bleu picked up the briefcase and started going through its contents.

"The two of you just stay here and be good while I verify this data," Bleu said, grinning. "If everything is here, I'll be on my way, and this will be all over for the both of you very shortly."

No way am I just going to lie here and let her get away, thought JunJitsu. She relaxed her forearms, planning to slip out of the cuffs. As she did, however, she heard two clicks and felt the cuffs tighten around her wrists.

Bleu popped her head from behind the doorway. "Oh, and don't bother trying to slip out of those cuffs. They're fitted with a special tension lock that automatically tightens when it feels any slack." Smiling, Bleu disappeared back into the other room.

JunJitsu nearly brought herself to orgasm as she thrashed in anger. She couldn't believe that someone who didn't even know who she was could have rendered her this helpless.

After a few minutes, Bleu returned to the room. "Well, mademoiselles, it seems everything is in order, so I'll be going now." Bleu took a belt off a nearby table and put it on, pressing a button on the buckle. Instantly, a perfect holographic image of JunJitsu superimposed itself around her.

Seeing the confused look on JunJitsu's face, Bleu smiled. "Oh this? I had hidden scanners in the foyer that made a copy of your appearance. I should be able to walk right out of here with the documents and no one will even question me."

JunJitsu made one last attempt at escape to no avail. Bleu walked over to her and rubbed her chin. "How cute," she teased. "Au revoir!" Opening the door, Bleu was gone, leaving JunJitsu and Sheridan to wait until the agency discovered the problem and found them, which would be utterly humiliating in and of itself.

"Where the hell is she going?" muttered Edwards as he watched JunJitsu exit the house with the briefcase and begin heading down the block.

Edwards picked up the radio and asked, "Donahey, what just happened in there? Where's JunJitsu going?"

No response.

"Donahey? Respond."

After another moment of silence, he switched to the other frequency. "Prescott, do you know what's going on?"

More silence.

"Shit!" he yelled, stamping the ground. "Alpha Team, enter the building! Beta Team, split up and go check on Donahey and Prescott! Delta, follow JunJitsu, and see where she's headed!"

As the agents scattered in their assigned directions, Edwards rubbed his head and sighed, "I'm getting to old for this..."

JunJitsu stepped back onto the street and shuddered. She'd spent the last three hours getting chewed out by Edwards and his superiors — all this after the humiliation she suffered when they found her naked and squirming on the sofa.

Fortunately, she'd gotten a brief respite to use the restroom and called Battle Lass. Apparently, Bleu didn't like dealing with end buyers directly, and Battle Lass was getting her a list of Bleu's intermediaries. If they could be apprehended or at least intimidated, Bleu would have to begin making her deals in person and be easier to find.

Over the next several days, JunJitsu spent most of her time brutalizing and threatening nearly a dozen hoods, both big- and small-time, across the country. It was the thirteenth that paid off, giving her the location of Bleu's most likely hideout.

Now it was payback time.

JunJitsu slipped in through the window onto the hardwood floor. If she were lucky, none of the boards would creak. She had been staking out the house for two days before she finally caught a glimpse of the redheaded spy. It took all of her willpower to keep from rushing in right then, but she figured she'd have a better chance of surprising Bleu after nightfall.

As she slipped around the corner, she heard a movement to her left. Quickly, she tumbled to the right and sprung to her feet into a defensive stance.

Bleu stood about ten feet away, wielding a nasty-looking stun gun. Smiling evilly, Bleu said, "Very nice moves, mademoiselle. Not many would have heard me approach."

"Well, you're not exactly dealing with 'most people' now, are you, Bleu?" replied JunJitsu.

"I suppose you are the one who has been making it so hard to sell these documents?" asked Bleu.

"That's right," declared JunJitsu, circling Bleu, looking for any weak spot in her defense. "You left me pretty humiliated when you got those documents, and I don't take that sort of thing lightly."

"Ah," smiled Bleu, "I thought you looked familiar. I must say, however, the suit you were wearing that day was much more attractive than this 'costume' you are wearing now."

"Enough with the fashion tips, Bleu. Why don't you put down the stun gun and surrender? You'll never get close enough to me to use that thing without ending up on the floor yourself."

"But, mademoiselle," cooed Bleu, "I am already close enough."

Bleu pressed the button on the stun gun, and an arc of electricity shot towards JunJitsu, instantly dropping her to the floor.

Bleu knelt down next to the unconscious heroine. Idly stroking JunJitsu's hair, she muttered, "Now, mademoiselle, we get to have some fun."

"Let me out of here, you crazy bitch!" roared JunJitsu. When she had come to, she found herself stripped completely naked and tied tightly to a heavy chair. Many lashes of rope secured her torso to the chair's back, while more ropes held her wrists and elbows firmly together. Each of her ankles was tied to one of the back legs of the chair. To top it off, a rope ran from her wrists underneath the chair, to an extremely tight crotch rope. Any time JunJitsu tried to move her arms, the rope pulled upwards, pressing into her labia and clitoris.

Bleu had her back to JunJitsu and was digging around in a case. She turned to face JunJitsu with a rag and a roll of medical tape in her hands.

"You, mademoiselle, are getting quite loud and annoying," frowned Bleu. Bleu tore off a few strips of tape and lightly affixed them to JunJitsu's shoulder. Setting the roll down on JunJitsu's lap, she pinched JunJitsu's nose and threw a quick knee into JunJitsu's abdomen. As JunJitsu's mouth opened to both cry out in pain and gasp for breath, Bleu shoved the rag in and quickly sealed it in place with the tape. Bleu drew several more strips, applying them as well, until the lower half of JunJitsu's face was almost completely covered with the tape.

"That should keep you quiet," smiled Bleu. "We are going to have some fun in the next few hours, and I can't have you giving me a headache."

Bleu walked back to her case and came back with a riding crop. Bleu rubbed it gently along JunJitsu's cheeks, and then zipped it out and back across JunJitsu's breasts.

"Mmmmnnngggg!" moaned JunJitsu, as the sudden pain of the lash had made her jerk forward, digging the crotch rope even deeper.

"You like that?" asked Bleu. "For me, it is a two-for-one deal. You'll never guess where I learned that."

JunJitsu didn't have time to even consider it, as Bleu snapped the crop across her breasts again, getting the same reaction as last time.

The next ten minutes were spent in muffled screams and sexual agony as Bleu continually whipped JunJitsu in the breasts, pussy, and everywhere in between. Bleu finally let up in order to give JunJitsu a chance to catch her breath.

"I think you're ready for something else now, mademoiselle," Bleu grinned as she went back to her case.

Suddenly, JunJitsu noticed movement at the back of the room. A hole in reality seemed to open for just a brief moment, and then closed upon itself again. She'd seen this phenomenon before, and it couldn't be good news for either of them.

"Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" she moaned through her gag, nodding towards the disturbance.

"Oh, be silent!" ordered Bleu, admiring a set of gloves with tack-like points lining the inside of the hand. "Perhaps if you had stayed out of my business, we would not have to be doing this."

JunJitsu watched as Bleu's stun gun floated off the table into the air and began aiming itself towards Bleu.

"Mmmmph!" she cried again, trying to get Bleu's attention.

Now wearing the spiked gloves, Bleu muttered, "I will give you something to complain about. Let us see how you like..."

Bleu never finished her sentence as a bolt shot out of the stun gun, striking her square in the back. Bleu slumped to the floor in an unconscious heap.

Her worst fears became real as the figure of Imperator materialized into view behind the stun gun.

"This is a nice little toy," grinned Imperator, admiring the stun gun. "I think I'll hang onto this."

JunJitsu squirmed in fear, trying frantically to escape. Bleu was one thing, but an all-out sadist like Imperator was a completely different story. Unfortunately, Bleu had tied her entirely too well, which only succeeded in amusing Imperator.

"I think you'll find your struggling useless," mused Imperator. "After all, that particular position was one I taught Ms. Bleu myself. But I think you're probably ready for something a little more... interesting, don't you?"

JunJitsu shook her head wildly, cringing in fear.

"Oh, I think you are, and I have just the thing for both of you. However, it'll be much easier to set up if you aren't awake," Imperator said, as he pointed the stun gun towards her.

JunJitsu tried to prepare herself for the shock. Unfortunately, it didn't make it hurt any less.

JunJitsu's eyes flitted open, with pain shooting through her limbs. Despite the large metal ring strapped into her mouth painfully holding it open, she was able to look up and around. Each of her wrists was tied to its respective foot, and she was suspended from the ceiling at each connection. Bleu was trussed up the exact same way across from her.

Two dildos on each end of a pole held them apart by a few feet. The rod was just long enough to push the two of them away from each other, and gravity kept the heads fully inserted into both women. Bleu began yanking at her bonds, and her struggling threatened to shove the rubber dicks even further into their pussies.

Catching movement off to the side, JunJitsu turned to see Imperator approaching them.

"Ladies? How is everything?" asked Imperator, smiling at the unintelligible complaints of the two women. "Glad to hear it!" he replied, walking over to Bleu.

"Bleu, Bleu, Bleu..." Imperator chided, "you were fully aware that I, too, was after these documents, but you just had to take the money instead, didn't you?"

Bleu nodded, trying to hide her fear.

"And what happens when you betray me?"

Bleu whined something through the gag.

"That's right — You end up tied in a very uncomfortable position and then tortured, humiliated, or worse."

Bleu shook her head and attempted to beg for mercy.

Grabbing a handful of Bleu's hair, Imperator leaned directly into Bleu's face. "You, my dear, should know better than that. When have I ever been merciful simply because someone begged for it?"

Imperator unzipped his fly with his free hand and pulled out his engorged manhood. He slapped Bleu in the face with it a few times, then quickly jammed it through the ring gag into Bleu's throat, causing her to sputter and cough.

"Don't you dare vomit on me!" Imperator ordered, thrusting away at Bleu's face. Still holding her hair, Imperator reached up with his free hand and starting roughly pinching Bleu's nipples, causing her to squeal even more.

JunJitsu wasn't any better off. Between Imperator's pushing and Bleu's squirming, the double-dildoed pole connecting the two women was hammering her pussy causing a confusing mix of intense pain and overwhelming ecstasy.

After several minutes of piledriving Bleu's mouth, Imperator's breathing became heavier, and with a loud grunt he pulled out his penis, showering Bleu's face and chest with his cum. Wincing, Bleu shook her head, trying to get the offending substance off her face, to little avail.

Laughing, Imperator wiped his dripping phallus across Bleu's forehead and cheek before replacing it in his pants. He walked over to JunJitsu.

"Unfortunately, I'm a little short on time, so you'll have to forgive me for not giving you any attention this time," he said. "I really must be going, but I think I'll leave the two of you with something to remember me by."

Imperator went over to Bleu's supply case and pulled out two pairs of chopsticks, some rubber bands, and a needle nose pliers. Wrapping the rubber bands around both ends of each pair of chopsticks, he forced the center apart and held the opening over Bleu's ring gag. "Stick out your tongue," he ordered.

Bleu shook her head, glaring in anger.

"I really don't have time for this," Imperator muttered, inserting the pliers and pulling out Bleu's tongue, letting the chopsticks snap down forcefully over it. He smiled as Bleu screamed in pain.

Walking over to JunJitsu, he positioned the chopsticks the same way, asking, "Do we do this the easier way or the hard way?"

Taking the path of least resistance, JunJitsu closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Smiling, Imperator gently allowed the chopsticks to clamp together over her tongue. JunJitsu winced, but didn't cry out.

"See what happens when you cooperate?" Imperator asked Bleu, who was now drooling uncontrollably and practically trembling with rage.

Imperator picked up the documents and walked back over to the women. "Thank you both for helping me secure these documents, as well as for the entertainment this past hour."

He grabbed the pole and gave it a hearty shake, getting a series of satisfying moans and cries from the women. Laughing, he opened up a portal and walked through it, leaving them to fend for themselves.

The next several hours were spent in rotating states of pain, orgasm, and frustration. Every attempt at struggling or lifting themselves up agitated or pushed the dildo pole further into both of them. Finally, they realized they were getting nowhere and resigned themselves to waiting for any kind of rescue.

Eventually, they heard something moving outside of the room. Both women screamed through their gags and thrashed around, trying to get the attention of whoever was outside.

The door opened and Starr walked in, much to Bleu's disappointment and JunJitsu's relief. Quickly, Starr freed JunJitsu and held her steady while JunJitsu tried to get the feeling back into her trembling legs.

"What happened?" Starr asked.

"Imperator..." was all JunJitsu replied.

"I'm so sorry," comforted Starr, having been on the receiving end of Imperator's attentions in the past. Looking up at the still-bound Bleu, she asked, "So what do we do with her?"

"I'm in no mood to deal with this," answered JunJitsu. "Call Agent Edwards and let him take her in. I don't want to be here when he arrives, however. Now Imperator has the documents, so this is twice that I lost them."

"Look on the bright side," smiled Starr. "At least you won't have to worry about getting any more jobs like this from him again. Besides, at least he'll have Bleu in custody, which is one less spy to worry about."

As the heroines left the room to find a phone, Bleu resumed her attempts to free herself.

With the super-bitches gone and that infernal pole out of me, I should be able to get free before this Agent Edwards arrives. JunJitsu, you and I are most certainly not finished!

The End