Overload
Chapter 5
Christine already knew she’d failed and the worst part about it was just how easy it had been to fail. All they had to do was dangle a cock in front of her and ... well, she’d almost been too eager to tell them what they wanted to know. She’d willingly sold out her country out and all it had taken was to have a cock dangled in front of her.
It was also why she was having the problems she now had. She’d been too eager. If only she’d held something back, something she could barter for another dose of cock ... but she hadn’t. If only they’d thought that she had something more to tell, maybe they would have kept coming back to her. Maybe they would have teased her with a few more cocks and maybe then, she would have gotten a few more cocks between her legs.
But it had been almost two weeks and no one had come to see her at all. She was alone and she was horny, and she wasn’t sure, but she had the feeling that if she didn’t get a cock inside her soon, she might just lose her mind.
It was a noise in the corridor that got her attention. Someone was out there.
The metal panel in her cell door slid open and a jailer peered inside. “Prisoner 812346. You will stand back.”
Christine did as she was directed. She could have refused but what was the point.
She heard the sound of the key in the lock and then the door was shoved open and there in the doorway stood the jailer. For all of his desire to look bigger than he was, he was still a small man, but he knew who was in charge here. “The prisoner will hold out her hands.”
Again, Christine did as she was told to do. Christine hated being so docile, but this meant she was going to be interrogated, and she hoped that meant she was going to get another cock between her legs.
The jailer led Christine out into the hall. “The prisoner will walk,” the man told her.
Christine walked.
The jailer said nothing to her except to tell her which way to turn and when to stop. “That door,” the man said. “Go inside.”
Again, Christine did as she was directed.
The room contained a table and two chairs. Great, Christine thought. Another interrogation. Maybe her interrogator would take her and would bend her over the table and fuck her brains out. She certainly hoped that was what he was going to do.
The jailer removed her manacles. “Wait here,” he told her and then he left.
Christine didn’t have long to wait because it wasn’t long before the door opened and a man she’d never seen before came into the room.
“Ms. Nguyen,” the man said, “I am Colonel Cho.”
Christine nodded.
“Do you know why I brought you here?”
Christine shook her head.
“I brought you here because I’m willing to make a deal with you. You and I both know you are an American and we both know you won’t admit it so we won’t press the point. It’s not that important anyway.”
Christine nodded even as she wondered where the man was heading with this.
“I’m willing to make a deal with you. You know we can hold you for as long as we want, and you know you need sex. In fact, you don’t just need it. You crave it. But I have a way for you to get yourself free and I have a way to guarantee that you can get all the sex you will ever want.”
“How?”
“By coming to work for us. By being a spy for us.”
“Yeah right.”
“Think about it. You can do what you want and we can throw you back in your cell or you can do what we want and you can be free. How long is it since you had a cock?”
“Too long,” Christine muttered and then she realized what she’d said.
“You know what you want.”
Christine didn’t want to give in but the sexual lure was just too much. “What do you want me to do?”
“We’ll set you up in a whore house and we’ll make sure everyone knows that you’re an American whore. That will be both the lure and the trap. Powerful people will come to fuck the American whore and you will get them to tell you things which you in turn will tell to us.”
Christine knew she should say no. She was an American. She shouldn’t be working for these people, and yet ...
And yet her pussy was clamoring for attention. She needed to be fucked and she needed it bad.
The man just watched her and Christine almost thought the man knew what she was thinking. “You only have two choices,” the man said.
Christine groaned. She couldn’t do it.
“It’s a long time,” the man said.
“What?”
“Two weeks since you’ve been fucked. That’s a long time, isn’t it?”
He was teasing her. Christine knew that and yet he was right. For her, two weeks was a very long time.
“Two weeks without a cock. Oh, I’m sure you try using other things, but still, two weeks is such a long time without a cock.”
Christine couldn’t help but moan. Two weeks was a long time.
“I can help you,” the man said, “and all I ask in return is for you to help me.”
Christine moaned. She was right on the verge but she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t help this odious man.
“Would you like to know what I can give you,” the man asked.
“What,” the agent warily asked.
“Get over here,” the man said. “Get over here and bend over this table.”
“No,” she whimpered and yet even as she said it, she was doing what the man told her to do. She was moving herself over and she was bending over the table.
“No,” the man taunted her. “No? Is that what you said? No?”
The agent moaned. She knew the man was behind her and even though she couldn’t see him, she knew he’d dropped his pants. “No,” she whimpered. “Please don’t.”
The man just laughed at her. “To hear you talk, one would think that you didn’t want to get yourself fucked, but we know differently, don’t we?”
“Yes,” Christine moaned.
“Yes what,” the man asked. “You Americans, you need to learn to be more specific. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” the American agent moaned.
“But if that’s what you want,” the security officer said, “if that’s what you really want, then you’re going to have to give me what I want?”
“What,” Christine moaned.
“You’re going to have to give me what I want. You’re going to have to be my little American whore.”
Christine moaned but she already knew she was going to relent.
“You know what you have to say,” the man said. “Tell me you’re going to be my whore.”
Christine groaned. She didn’t want to say it.
“Say it,” the man told her.
Christine moaned. She just couldn’t help herself. “I’ll do it,” she groaned. “I’ll do it. I’ll be your little American whore.”
The man grinned even as he cock continued to work the girl from behind. “That’s all I wanted to hear you say,” the man said and with that, he let his cock push even deeper into Christine.
Christine moaned. He wasn’t even that big but it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that he had a cock and that he was using it on her.
“How do you like this, Ms. Nguyen?”
“It’s good,” Christine moaned.
“Good? Is that all you have to say about it? Maybe I should stop what I’m doing if it’s only just good.”
“No,” Christine moaned. “No. Don’t stop. Please. Please don’t stop.”
The man grinned although Christine couldn’t see him do it. “You see,” the man said. “You see what a nice guy I am.”
“Yes.”
“When everyone else has deserted you, Colonel Cho is still here and is still willing to fuck your pussy.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll bet you want me to cum, don’t you.”
Christine knew she should say no, but it was part of the lure of the drug. She didn’t just want to get fucked. She wanted more. She needed more. She needed to feel a man cum between her legs.
“Well,” the man demanded.
“I want it,” Christine relented.
“You want what.”
“I want to feel you cum,” the girl moaned. “I want to feel your cum between my legs.”
Christine couldn’t help it. She knew she had to say it and what was more, almost as soon as she said it, she could feel it happening and she groaned softly to herself as she felt the intelligence officer fill up her tight, little pussy.
His name was General Tang and his cock was getting harder even as he walked up the steps to the whore house.
The proprietor’s name was Li-chiu Lee. She was a Chinese foreign devil but General Tang could set that aside for now. The madam seemed to specialize in the foreign and the exotic. That was why men like the general came to her, to sample the rare delights that she had within.
The girl’s name was Christine. She made no effort to hide what she was. She was an American. Not for the first time, the general marveled at how Li-chiu was able to keep her out of the hands of the state police but then the same was true of almost every woman in Li-chiu’s establishment. The woman must be very well connected for her to operate as openly as she did.
“General,” the madam said. “How good to see you again.”
“I had a need that needed to be taken care of,” the military man said.
“That is why we are here,” the madam said, “to take care of needs like yours.”
“Is she here?”
There was no question who ‘she’ was. The madam smiled. “But of course, General. Your favorite is always here for you.”
The general nodded. There was no need to pay the woman. That could be handled later. What was needed was having his need taken care of. The man walked down the hall and then he stopped in front of a door he’d visited many times before. He knocked. He knew he didn’t have to. If she were with someone, the woman would have told him so, but he stopped and knocked because it was the polite thing to do, and for a man with as much power as he had, he could afford to be polite.
“Yes,” called out a voice from inside.
The general opened the door and there on the bed was the American whore.
“General,” the woman said. “How nice to see you again.”
Not for the first time, General Tang had the feeling that the girl knew who it was even before he’d knocked on the door, but if she knew, she gave no indication of it. She was sitting on her bed and she was completely naked and she looked for all the world as if she were doing nothing more than waiting for him to arrive.
“How may I serve you,” the girl asked.
“I think you know what I want.”
Indeed she did. She pulled herself up off the bed and moments later, she was kneeling in front of the man. Her hands worked at his trousers and in moments, his trousers were down around his knees and it was only then that she took his cock in her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again but that was hardly a surprise. The American whore had always known how to suck cock.
And just when it seemed as if he were going to cum for sure, the woman pulled herself back and looked up at the man. “Do you like that, general,” she asked.
“You know I do,” the man groaned.
“Do you want me to make you cum,” she asked.
“You know I do,” the man said again. “Now get your mouth down there and make me cum.”
The American whore once more slid her mouth back down around the man’s shaft and the man groaned as her mouth did it to him. “Oh yeah,” the man groaned again. “Oh yeah. Suck it.”
If she’d had her way, the General would have stuck his cock in her pussy right from the very beginning but this wasn’t the first time that Christine had sucked the man’s cock and she was sure it wasn’t going to be the last. She knew what he wanted and she knew she was going to give it to him.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah. Here it comes.”
Christine knew what was going to happen but she couldn’t help herself. SHe had to keep sucking.
“Oh yeah,” the man grunted and that’s when Christine felt it, the familiar splash of cum between her cheeks and she dutifully swallowed the man’s cum even as she waited for more.
“Oh yeah,” the man grunted again ... and again ... and again.
“Oh yeah,” the man said when it was over. “Oh yeah. I really liked that.”
“I’m glad,” Christine told him.
The man made as if to zip himself and as if he was going to leave. Christine knew it was all just a game, but it didn’t really matter whether it was a game or not. It was a game she had to play.
“Where are you going,” she demanded.
“I got what I wanted,” the general said.
“But I need you to fuck me,” the American pleaded.
“Do I look like I care what you want,” the general asked.
“Please,” Christine pleaded. She knew it was all just a game. She knew he was going to fuck her. It was just a matter of how long he was going to make her beg for it.
“I don’t know,” the general said.
“Please. I need your cock,” the girl begged. “I need it so bad.”
“I know that,” the general said. “That’s old news.”
“But I need your cock,” the girl said.
“Yeah?”
“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
“I already know that,” the man said. “Again, tell me something I don’t know.”
Christine moaned. She didn’t want to play this game. She just wanted to fuck.
“Well, if you’ve got nothing to say, I guess I’ll be going.”
“No wait.”
“Wait for what? I’m a busy man. I haven’t got all day.”
Christine knew that wasn’t true. It was just his way of telling her to hurry up. “I’ll let you fuck me anyway you want,” she blurted out.
“Yeah?”
“I’ll let you fuck me in the ass.”
Christine groaned. It had just come out. She’d known that that was the way it was going to be. She just hadn’t meant to be so quick to say it.
The general grinned at that. “You know,” he said. “I like the way you think.”
Yeah right, Christine wanted to say. She knew damned well what it was she was wanted to say, but it wasn’t what she did say but that wasn’t what she said. What she did do was to pout just a bit and to ask him if he was going to fuck her in the ass or not.
His smile got even broader and he said he thought that could be arranged.
Like there was ever any doubt, she thought.
“Why don’t you kneel there on the bed,” he coaxed her.
Christine turned her back on the man and then she knelt on the bed. “Like this,” she asked.
The man came up behind her and then he put his hand on her ass. “Yeah,” he said encouragingly. “Yeah, like that.”
Christine couldn’t help it. This was what she’d been reduced to, she told herself. She was a fuck toy for rich and powerful men, and the worst part about it was as much as she wanted to hate what she was, at least it meant she was getting her pussy fucked, and that, she told herself, that was all that really mattered.
And then it wasn’t just his hands on her butt. She could feel his hands sliding between her legs and she knew he could feel how wet she was. “Is this what you like,” the man asked.
“Yes-s-s-s.”
“You want to feel me here.”
It wasn’t the first time he’d said that to her and just like every other time, for a moment, Christine wanted to tell him no. For a moment, she wanted to tell him that that wasn’t what she wanted. For a moment, she wanted to stand up for herself, but just like always, it was only for a moment.
“You want to feel me here,” he said again.
“Yes,” the American moaned, and just like every other time, as much as she hated what she was doing, she knew she what she wanted and she knew what she needed. “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, I want to feel you there.”
That was all it took to get the man to bury himself between her legs.
“Oh geez,” the American moaned. “Fuck me.”
The man pushed even harder and Christine moaned as she felt him move even harder inside her. This was what she lived for, she thought yet again. This was what she lived for. Getting a cock between her legs, this was the only time she was ever really alive. All the rest of the time, she was waiting for the next time she was going to get a cock between her legs.
Christine couldn’t help it. She was going to cum and she knew he knew it, too. She moaned for the man.
She could feel it. She was so close.
Just a little more, she told herself. Just a little more, and then almost as if on cue, she came around that cock in her cunt.
“You liked that,” the man said.
“Yeah.”
“But we had a deal.”
Christine sighed to herself. She knew that. She knew they had a deal and really, it would have been too much to hope that he would forget about that.
“We had a deal,” the man said again and with that, he slid his cock out of Christine’s tight, little cunt and he moved his cock up between her legs. At least his dick was wet, Christine told herself, because damn it, it didn’t matter how many times he did that to her, his dick always felt big when he shoved it between her cheeks.
“We had a deal,” the man said again.
Christine gritted her teeth and then she tried to relax. She wished he’d just stop saying that. She already knew they had a deal.
And then he was pushing himself forward, pushing himself against her tiniest hole, and Christine couldn’t help but groan.
“We had a deal,” the man said again.
Christine couldn’t help it. She was breathing hard. Oh geez, the man felt big. He felt really big inside of her.
“We had a deal,” the man said yet again.
Oh crap, the American thought. Oh crap, she knew that and she wished to hell that he’d stop saying that.
“We had a deal.”
Oh geez, Christine thought. Oh geez. His cock was so big, or maybe it was just that her ass was so small.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned.
Do it, Christine’s mind begged. I don’t care anymore. I just want you to do it.
The man grunted and he shoved himself forward eliciting a groan from Christine as that cock pushed even deeper.
“Oh God,” she groaned and then she felt it. The man was grunting and with every grunt, he released a little bit more of himself between her cheeks.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah. That’s good.”
It was good, Christine had to admit. It was good because it meant he liked her. It was good because it meant he would keep coming back to her. It was good because it meant he was going to keep giving her what she needed.
He spent the night with her. That was one of the rules at Madame Lee’s house. The customers always got to spend as much time as they want, and when he left, Christine dutifully wrote up the things that he’d bragged about to her. That was her job, to spy on the rich and powerful and to report back what they said.
Every time she did it, she hated herself for doing it, but she told herself she had to do it. She told herself she didn’t have a choice. She told herself she had to do it if her pussy was going to get what it needed and sometimes, she even believed it.
The man hardly looked the part.
Madame Lee catered to the rich and powerful. It was her job to provide treats for them that they could not get anywhere else, but there was something about him, something that seemed amiss compared to the others that visited Madame Lee’s house.
His clothing was impeccable and his bearing seemed to say that he was used to power but there was something about him, something that seemed amiss, almost as if he was unaccustomed to the role he played.
Madame Lee never asked the man what he wanted. She knew better than to ask him that. She just let him have whatever he wanted.
“Is she in,” the man asked.
“Of course. Where else would she be?”
“Has she been busy,” the man asked.
The madam smiled. “She remains a favorite among my clientele. I only wish I had more like her.”
The man nodded knowingly. He knew what the woman was talking about. He moved into the house and he knocked on a certain door.
Christine was naked just like she always was when the man entered. “Hello, Christine,” he said.
Christine always shivered when he came around. She knew what he wanted. He was her handler, in more ways than one.
“Should we see what information you have for me today.”
As always, Christine took out the information she’d gathered and she handed it to the man and then she waited. If she’d done a good job, then she’d get her pussy fucked. If she hadn’t done a good job, well, she didn’t like to think about that. She knew the man had the ability to tell Madam Lee to not let her have any visitors, and no visitors meant no cocks.
The man looked over her papers as Christine waited. “Impressive,” he said finally. “The general really likes you.”
“He does,” Christine admitted. She wasn’t sure why but she always seemed to get submissive around this man and the more it happened, the more she liked it.
The man looked up when he was done. “I take it you think this earns you some pleasure.”
“I think so,” Christine said.
“I think you’re right,” the man said. “Lie back on the bed.”
Christine laid back just as she was directed to and she watched as the man took out his cock. He stood there stroking his cock. “Tell me. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Christine said.
The man didn’t step any closer. “I think you can do better than that,” he said.
“I want you to fuck me,” Christine said again.
“Come on. You’ve got to make me believe it.”
He was toying with her but Christine knew just how badly she needed to get her pussy fucked. The truth was if he was toying with her, she was willing to be played. “I want you to fuck me,” she said again and again and again. “I want you to fuck me.”
The man seemed to finally relent although Christine was sure that he would eventually and then he was slipping in between her legs. “You want me to fuck you,” he taunted. “You mean you want something like this?”
“Yes-s-s-s-s,” Christine moaned as her pussy took that cock.
The man grinned. “I thought that’s what you wanted. What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck me,” the girl moaned. “Fuck me,” and then her words just sort of dissolved into a series of one moan after another as the man gave her exactly what she wanted.
It wasn’t long after that the man left the girl. He didn’t merit the overnight privileges that some of her higher placed clientele could expect. He was, after all, a working man, and a man of the people.
He was under strict orders to remain anonymous. Under no circumstances, had his superior told him, was he ever to approach state police headquarters so he put Christine’s findings in a packet and he put that packet in a place where it would be picked up and taken back for others to read and evaluate.
Halfway across the world, others were looking at the notes that the man had left. “How’s our girl doing,” the man in the suit asked.
Mel LeBlanc looked up from the report. “All things considered,” he said, “I think she’s working out just fine.”
“Anyone onto her yet?”
“Come on. She’d be the last to know.”
“Yeah,” the man in the suit agreed.
“Yeah.”
The man in the suit looked at the other man. “You don’t like this.”
“No, sir, I don’t.”
“What don’t you like?”
“I think that should be obvious, sir.”
“Tell me anyway.”
LeBlanc took a deep breath. He knew whatever he said wasn’t going to change anything anyway but at least he could get it off his chest. “Turning Colonel Cho was a hell of a coup, sir. I’ll admit that.”
“I’m glad we agree.”
“And his idea for getting information to us, that was novel, too.”
“Again, we agree.”
“But we didn’t have to go through with the plan. We turned one of our own agents into a sex-crazed slut.”
“Yes, we did, and I’ll remind you that you helped out in this venture.”
“I know that, sir. It wasn’t one of my finer moments, but at least, I objected to it.”
“I know you did,” said the man in the suit.
“And I still don’t like it.”
The man in the suit seemed was silent before he spoke. “I understand your feelings but we needed this information. In her current role, Ms. Nguyen is perfectly positioned to receive information that might not otherwise be available to us. After all, who would expect that a prostitute would be a government informant.
“She is now driven by her own sex drive to get the information we need. Colonel Cho has seen to that part of her indoctrination. The more information she obtains, the more likely she is to stay where she is. She knows if she fails, she can be turned out into the street so she is highly motivated not to fail.
“And as for her handler, he has no idea the role he plays. He has no idea that the information he drops off is coming to us instead of the North Koreans.
“Colonel Cho is under no threat of being discovered. The handler has no reason to suspect he’s spying for us. And as for Ms. Nguyen, she’s very happy getting exactly what she wants.”
Mel LeBlanc shook his head. “I still don’t like it,” he said.
“Trust me,” said the man in the suit, “she’s getting exactly what she wants.”
Halfway around the world, a girl was bouncing up and down on a man’s cock. “Fuck me,” Christine moaned as she impaled herself over and over on the cock she was riding. “Come on. Fuck me.”
The man groaned. He was close. He was really, really close.
With as many cocks as she’d taken, Christine seemed to know almost instinctively just how close the man was and she knew he was very, very close.
“Fuck,” the man groaned. “Fuck.”
Oh yeah, the girl thought. Oh yeah. He was close. He was very, very close. He was so close and she couldn’t wait. She couldn’t wait to have him make her cum.
And Christine moaned yet again. She loved getting her pussy fucked. She loved getting herself fucked over and over again.