"Allahu Akbar!," Kris heard gasped to her right. It was one of the Arabs - _heikh Ahmed", Yakunin had called him. Then he surprised her by saying, _his bint could raise a bloody corpse," in a clear British accent. Educated in England, she guessed, not uncommon among Arab royalty. Kris saw him signal his assigned servant and speak briefly. Scarcely a minute later a naked girl was brought to him. She had been a prisoner long enough to know her task and went down to her knees, crawling under the table. The Arab picked up his drink and leaned back in his chair, his attention now back to the lurid show as the girl busied herself below.
Mrs. Fletcher only allowed a couple of minutes of this before finishing her fiendish preparation. She knew well that females have three teats and the super sensitive one between their thighs always drew the most vigorous reactions when it felt the kiss of sharp glowing steel. This time both Russians assisted, kneeling by each leg while the needle heated. It was certain the girl had no idea what was about to happen as she hardly reacted at first when her ankles were gripped and pulled farther apart. As soon as the needle was glowing brightly, they each used one arm to secure a thigh and Mrs. Fletcher struck. She pressed against the nude girl, ignoring the oil rubbing off on her expensive blouse. With a skill bred of much experience, she parted the lips of the nude's slit to expose the shiny pink pearl of her clitoris. Pyotr's policy of shaving the genitals of girls facing the lash made this more difficult, and the labia were elastic, smooth, and slippery, but it still only took a moment to find and lance the helpless nubbin. The wretch convulsed again, more powerfully than before, but she couldn't escape the searing lancet. Fletcher let this most intimate assault continue a fraction of a second longer. She knew that dainty little bud was nothing but a solid bundle of nerves and those few she may be killing would never be noticed when the whip started licking it. The monstrous task complete, she handed the skewer off and made her way back to her table while the wretched girl writhed beneath the lights.
There was tension in the air, the anticipation of a lusty nude whipping, but also a rising curiosity regarding the bound victim's face. Was she so ugly only her body was worthy of display? Scarred or somehow disfigured, perhaps? No, some celebrity or model, her body a treat for the whip, but an identity that must remain hidden? Pyotr was too good a judge of human desire to miss it and the time was now right. He lifted one hand lazily to order the next step. Dimitri moved beside her and reached for the hood. With all attention on the stage, no one noticed the other movements in the back of the room prompted by his gesture. The stocky Russian looked over to Pyotr. The answering nod was minuscule, but clear and he pulled the black bag up and off the girl's head. The sight prompted another audible reaction, this one of shock, and from only one of the tables. _o, oh no!" For an instant, Kris couldn't fully grasp what she saw and that instant was all it took. Her mind still reeling, Kris Munroe felt strong hands suddenly grab her wrists and press them against the chair arms. Two of Yakunin's servants had moved quietly into position close behind her during the dramatic unveiling, waiting for just this moment to move. Disguised restraints immediately secured her wrists to the chair arms. After the hands were immobilized, more straps at feet and knees finished the job and she was helpless in the chair. Even so, her shock at the unexpected assault couldn't overcome that of the captive's identity. It was Kelly, Kelly Garrett, friend, surrogate older sister, and fellow Angel. Naked, bound, and gagged Kelly Garrett.
"I do so enjoy facilitating a reunion of friends," Pyotr said as he moved to the front of the stage. He saw confused looks on a few guests' faces and raised his hands. _ear friends, esteemed associates, allow me to introduce you to our very special guest and her not-so-clever accomplice. These two ladies are both employees of Charles Townsend of the Townsend Agency. A man who has been a thorn in all our sides for years. Our entertainment's name is Kelly Garrett, and this spy here is Kris Munroe. They are both part of Townsend's team of operatives known amusingly as 'Charlie's Angels.' Townsend, as some of you know, was responsible for my father's persecution and imprisonment. Miss Munroe's sister was instrumental in that. I have been planning this for a long, long time. Waiting until the clever Townsend would try the same gambit and insert another undercover agent to trap me. As you all can see, that plan failed and now I have two of his Angels in my power. He has inadvertently provided me a lever to locate him and, just as happily, provide a rare show for us. Mikhail, Borya," he said to the guards beside her, _f she is secure, you may return to your positions. Now then, Dimitri, Kliment, I think we have waited long enough." He glanced over to the end table and chuckled at the sight there. _e had best start soon or my old friend Don Julio won't make it to the main event!" The middle-aged Latino three tables over laughed back but didn't change his languorous pose. The table cloth hanging down at his table was moving in a regular rhythm, so it was no mystery what was going on beneath. Two other tables had similar actions going on, even beneath Mrs. Fletcher's now. Her twin bodyguards remained alert to the outside, but between her spread thighs a _rainee" worked hard to keep her aroused.
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