Intelligence:
By Elrohir  Comments welcome at Elrohir57@Gmail.com 
His and the Government's would both soon be under her control.


(This is a satiric work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons living or
dead is purely intentional, though the story is not purported to be true.)

It was quite the party, thought the Deputy Director. Though the dress code was
formal, the mood was quite relaxed, since just about all the attendees were
part of the Intelligence Community and most of them knew each other. There was
not much need to talk shop, since the matters they could discuss everyone
already knew and those things not everyone knew certainly could not be
discussed. Most just told stories about things they'd done together that were
unrelated to the job or were so far in the past that the stories were no
longer classified, and those few who were meeting for the first time were
playing the "Do You Know So and So?" game in which members of the military and
other professions that involve working all over the world inevitably become
engaged.

The light mood of the occasion had led the Deputy Director to drink a little
more than he should, which necessitated an early visit to the men's room down
the hall from the hotel ballroom. After he'd finished he was walking back to
the party and was passing the empty cloak room when a woman called his name.
He turned to see a strikingly beautiful forty-something woman in a sleeveless
blue and white print dress walking toward him. "Walking" was not exactly the
right word: her lithe powerful movement reminded him of a lioness on the
prowl. She was almost six feet tall, very long, lean, and muscular, but she
wasn't a body builder. She looked more like a swimmer, dancer, or gymnast,
perhaps. The dress very nicely revealed her awesomely defined arms, and the
dress' little spaghetti straps barely contained her trap muscles, looking as
if they might break if she flexed very hard, sending the dress cascading to
the floor. The more he looked at them, the more the Deputy Director secretly
hoped that would happen. The mid-thigh length dress showed off her long legs
with slightly larger-than-usual muscular thighs. Her long auburn hair was
pulled tightly back, but beyond the hair band it fell loosely down her back,
making her look both severe and relaxed at the same time. Large hoop earrings
added glamour to her appearance and framed her lean face with its high
cheekbones. "Hello, Mike" she smiled and said a bit too familiarly. Hearing
his name snapped him out of his reverie, but he froze as her cobalt blue eyes
caught and held his gaze. He finally realized he knew this woman.

"Major Broadwell?" he said tentatively. "I'd thought you'd gone back to
Reserve Officer Status ... ."

"I have," she whispered conspiratorially, "but I've still got Top Secret
clearance, so they frequently invite me to these little soirees. I don't often
come, but this time I'm here with a purpose. I'd like to discuss something
important with you in private." She had already firmly taken hold of his right
bicep with her left hand and was guiding him toward the cloak room door, all
the while staring deeply into his eyes. Her tone implied that she expected him
to comply without question, and her grip was only a little tight, but he could
feel there was amazing power in it, like she regularly bent nails with her
hands and could snap his arm if she wanted to.

She steered him into the small room and closed the door behind them. "What's
this about?" he said a bit nervously. Though he did not know her well, they
had often worked in the same circles, he on the Agency side and her on the
military side, but he still could not think of a reason why this awesomely cut
athletic woman would want to talk to him. He was a distinguished gent in his
fifties and not a bad-looking man, but her lithe beauty was altogether out of
his league. Still, though mystified, he was more than a little thrilled when
she placed a hand on his chest and said

"I've always liked you, Mike. I want you, right here, right now, with a few
strings attached but no regrets. What do you say?" He couldn't believe his
ears. The Primal Man inside him loudly urged him to accept her offer, and was
quickly bringing his manhood to attention, but the rational, analytical mind
for which he was famous was fighting for control. It made no sense! Why him?
Why now? Why here?

"I have my reasons" she read his mind. "All you have to do is enjoy it. Then
after a bit I'll leave you alone, for now." His rational side finally won out
and the Primal Man despaired as he heard himself say

"Paula, I can't do this. Even though my wife isn't here, I'm a happily married
man! You could probably have any other man you want. Why don't you get one of
them ... ."

"Oh, I will have every one I want, in due time," she said a little fiercely,
"but right now I'm going to have you."

"This is unbelievable" he said as he shook his head and turned to step to the
door. Before he could take that step, however, she curled her right hand
knuckles and expertly jabbed three of them into his solar plexus. His
consciousness grayed out and he sank to his knees. The nerve center strike had
left him dizzy and nauseated; he reeled forward onto all fours to try to
steady himself. In one motion she stepped forward and stood with her legs on
either side of his head, then crossed her ankles and scissored his neck.
"Ugh!" he grunted involuntarily as the pressure crushed him, but he was still
disoriented from the first blow and seemed unclear about just why he felt like
his head was about to explode.

She leaned forward and smacked him hard on the ass. "Mike!" she exclaimed,
then thought better of it and stopped to listen for anyone outside. The
stinging blow roughly brought him back to reality, and he quite consciously
began to groan under the pressure of her steel hard thighs. "Shut up!" she
hissed "or I will pop your head off your shoulders, understand?" She released
the pressure a little and he nodded as best he could. She released his head,
quickly grabbing a handful of his handsome salt-and-pepper hair and walked
forward, forcing him onto his back. Stepping over his arms, she sat down,
pulling his arms into the bends of her knees as she did so, trapping each arm
in the vice-like grip of one of her legs.

She grabbed his hair again and pulled his face into her naked crotch to
silence him. She had barely broken a sweat with the exertion, but she was now
mightily aroused, the powerful aroma of her juices permeating his senses. He
had been overwhelmed and was defenseless, still trying to process what was
happening to him. He didn't get to think about it for long as he immediately
became concerned simply with trying to breathe, the lioness' warm, wet sex and
her iron thighs completely enveloping his face. Gasping for air, he
involuntarily sucked in, the sensation of which made her twitch and giggle.
She wriggled on his face for another few seconds until he was becoming
semi-conscious again, then grabbed his hair and tilted his face back a bit,
freeing his nose and forcing him to look up into her eyes. He breathed deeply,
then began breathing in and out rapidly, almost hyperventilating because of
the fear that she might smother him again.

She stared down into his eyes and smiled. "Now Mike, just relax, okay? As long
as you do exactly what I want, I won't hurt you. But if you don't, or you make
any noise at all, I will kill you in an instant and leave you here for the
janitors to find. Understand?" He nodded, still taking in rapid, shallow
breaths. He was finally becoming fully conscious. His head only hurt a little
now, though his arms were aching where Paula had them trapped behind her
knees. If he tried to move them at all, though, she would crush each one even
more between her rock-hard thigh and calf, so he got the message that he was
not to move for any reason.

"Good! We understand each other. First things first, you've got me really
horny, Mikey boy. I need to what you can do with that tongue. Ready? He began
breathing rapidly again, but she stroked his hair and cooed "Oh, I'll let you
BREATHE, silly!" She pulled his face to her and, not knowing what else to do,
he began lapping at her clit more vigorously than he'd ever done with any
other woman. "Oooh, that's it, baby, show me what ya got" she purred. The
oft-quoted cynical line from Confucius popped into his mind: if rape is
inevitable, relax and enjoy it. With fear as an incentive he used his mouth as
many ways as he could think of, taking advantage of what limited movement she
would allow him. He buried his face in her sex for a few moments, sucking her
clit, then lapping at it furiously from all directions. He poked it with his
tongue and tried to vibrate it, but was only partly successful. He licked at
her labia and pushed his tongue into her vagina as far as he could, but
inadvertently bumped her clitoris with his nose. He feared the worst when he
heard her gasp, but then she gushed "O BABY! Do that until I tell you to
stop!"

He rubbed his nose hard against her engorged button, feeling the cartilage in
his nose bend. "Ooh, ooh" she moaned softly, her little woman penis taking
more punishment than he thought possible. After a few seconds she took control
and held his head steady, grinding herself on his nose, making it click and
pop as if it was about to break. He tried not to become aroused, but glanced
up and saw her full round breasts bobbing up and down with each stroke, her
large, erect nipples almost poking through the fabric of the dress.

Finally, she gasped again and trembled, unconsciously rising up and squeezing
her thighs together with each contraction, nearly crushing his head. She
flowed as she came, drenching his face with musky juices. As her contractions
subsided, she rocked back slightly on her haunches to relax. To his dismay he
discovered he had become rock hard, and she noticed it, too. She put a hand
behind her and began absent-mindedly stroking his cock through his pants. She
smiled at the exceptionally large member she now owned, relishing the
involuntary arousal she had produced in him.

The Deputy Director hated that he was almost in ecstasy, as without thought
she expertly squeezed and kneaded his member with her strong hands, pleasuring
him so effortlessly and so intensely that he felt he might soon soil his
tuxedo. Somehow his mind fought past the extreme sensory overload it was
receiving and sensed an opportunity. In accessing his massive bulge she had
partially turned, and the majority of her weight was no longer on his arms. He
quickly pushed her legs up and away from him, trying to throw her off toward
his feet. Her backside landed on his knees, but he continued to try to squirm
out from under her and rise up. With lightning reflexes, however, she drove
both pile-driver legs and feet into his chest, knocking him flat. He rose up
again but she had anticipated that, cocking her right leg. She drove her bare
heel in an uppercut to his chin, putting his lights out.

He came to with a start, finding that he was lying on his side with Paula's
anaconda thighs around his neck, leaving him unable to see anything but her
gorgeous round buns of steel. She was waiting for him to revive, and as soon
as he flinched she flexed her legs in a massive squeeze that completely cut
off his air and reminded him who was in control. "That was a close call for
you, Mikey. I almost had to end your day before our fun began. Are you gonna
be a good boy so I don't need to put you out again? She eased her squeeze a
little, and he gasped and coughed as he tried to suck in all of the air in the
room at once, his face beet red.

"Are you okay, baby?" she said softly.

"Why ... are ... you ... doing this?" he croaked.

"As I said, sweetie, I have my reasons. I'll tell you all about it when we're
done, just before I let you go."

"Please ... I have to"" UGH!" he rasped, as she suddenly squeezed off his
ability to speak. With mock coquettishness she reached back and patted him on
the head.

"Oh honey, you are so INQUISITIVE, just like a little boy. The only thing you
HAVE to do is exactly what I tell you." She eased the pressure but wiggled his
head a little with her legs to reinforce how helpless he was. He didn't even
try to push her legs off his head because he knew it would be futile. Her legs
had more strength than he had in his entire body. He resigned himself to wait
for the inevitable, whatever that would be. She sighed with contentment when
she felt him relax. "Very GOOD, Mikey! Things will go better for you this way,
trust me. I'm going to make you enjoy this!" With her body perpendicular to
his, she very easily reached out and tweaked his right nipple, hard. He
grunted with pain, and (damn' it!) arousal.

She smiled upon seeing the growing bulge in his pants. "Ooh, baby, let's get a
look at those goods!" She loosened his belt and yanked at his pants, but his
side on the floor prevented them from moving. She flexed again and firmly said
"UP!" He raised his hip and she easily slid his pants to his knees. "Good
boy!" she whispered. "Now rollover." She turned him onto his back and rested
her torso on his, still keeping his head locked between her legs. The hem of
her dress fell across his head, covering his face. Trapped in the tent
created, he was overwhelmed by the aroma of her fresh arousal and all he could
see were her hard round buttocks. It was too much for him; his cock was almost
diamond hard even before she began to touch it.

The touch of her strong fingers was magical. She first tickled the underside
of his shaft with her fingernails, and he stifled a moan. "Mmm, baby likes, I
see ... " she mumbled almost to herself. She gripped him tightly and roughly
stroked, sending waves of electric sensation through him. Almost immediately
he was building to a climax, but she sensed it and circled his shaft with her
thumb and forefinger about two inches from the head and firmly squeezed. It
strangely calmed the angry little beast, and after a short pause she began
stroking again, building his arousal. She repeated this process several times,
taking him to brink of oblivion and back down again until he felt he was going
to explode.

Suddenly she took him into her mouth and ruthlessly attacked his throbbing
member. He was somewhat well endowed but she effortlessly deep-throated him,
taking his cock in and out, swirling the head, squeezing the shaft with her
lips covering her teeth. She went through all the variations over and over
until he could take no more. He erupted with a ferocity he had never known,
twitching with the ecstasy of each of several releases. He could not stifle
the moans that escaped him as she sucked away every last drop of seminal fluid
he could produce. She continued until his member was soft and convulsing with
dry-heave contractions.

She contained every bit of his release despite its incredible volume, hungrily
drinking it down except for the last little bit, which she held in her mouth.
When the last of his convulsions faded, she released him and rose to her
knees. He was so spent he had no immediate thought of anything much less
trying to escape. She looked down at him and parted her lips slightly,
allowing some of his cum to dribble down her chin and onto her dress, although
the droplets became invisible as they were lost in the print pattern of the
fabric. Gently she took his wrists in her hands and placed his hands on the
floor above his head, then tightly wrapped his legs with hers in a grapevine
hold. She kissed him deeply, forcing her tongue between his lips and injecting
his own semen into his mouth. He could not, would not resist her. Little did
he know at that moment that he would be unable to resist her ever again.

She dropped her head and wiped her chin off on his shirt collar. He barely
noticed, still reeling from being violated. "Mikey" she said softly. "Mikey!
Listen to me ... . Here is the deal: You are going to warmly introduce me to
the Director out there in the ballroom. He doesn't know me yet, but he will
come around more quickly if you vouch for me. That's it, that's all you have
to do, for now."

"But""ah!" She had flexed the grapevine, painfully widening his spread legs.

"No buts, baby. You will do this right now, or I will scream bloody murder
about how the big man forced little ol' me into this cloak room and had his
way with me, instead of vice-versa. They'll believe it because I have your DNA
on my dress to back it up." She could see the realization creep across his
face. He was owned. There was nothing he could think to do at this moment.
Certainly it would be easier to do her bidding than it would be to pursue any
of the other painful alternatives. He visibly deflated as he admitted his
utter defeat. She looked into his eyes and smiled. "That's better, honey."

He looked pleadingly back at her and whispered "Please, will you tell me
something?"

"What is it, baby?"

"Why do you want to meet the Director so badly?"

"I really like him, and I'm going to write his biography ... . But of course,
to do that I will need lots of information, much of it classified far beyond
my clearance, some of which might be very valuable to certain other people, I
suppose. Hmm ... . Anyway, go into the restroom and clean up, then you can
escort me back to the party." He was aghast at what appeared might be an act
of treason, but she stared deep into his eyes and said gravely "You know there
will be consequences if you don't." He shuddered.

**** ****** *****

The Director's eyes widened as they approached. The woman with the Deputy was
quite a beauty. The smooth grace of her lithe, powerful movements and the
confident stare of her striking blue eyes were mesmerizing. "General-- er,
Director, this is Major Broadwell, with whom I've worked several times over
the years. She is an admirer of yours and wanted to meet you, and I thought
... ." But he was barely listening to the Deputy Director because the woman's
gaze held his entire attention.

"It's nice to meet you." She smiled.

"The pleasure is all mine" he smiled, secretly musing about how true that
statement was.

She spoke sweetly but earnestly: "Director, there is something important I'd
like to discuss with you in private. I wonder if you'd accompany me to the
cloak room ... " she smiled, as she was already guiding him out of the
ballroom, her strong hand gripping his elbow only a little tightly.