Chapter 59: The Final Dance

Suzy's month-long training concluded in splendor. Anderson kept on praising her for her extraordinary talent. Even though she never hit bullseye and was always last during the drills, he never failed to point out that was the best any 18-year-old could have done in a month. Sometimes, Suzy thought he was too lavish on his words, a bit too poetic for just a simple colleague relationship.

"How much do you know about the E. T. E. organization?" Anderson asked Suzy, "That's Extra-Terrestrial Earth." She shook her head.

"Not a bit."

"Well, you shouldn't." Anderson smiled slightly. "They are an underground organization. Well, you have one foot inside the sex slave convention, but there's more than one rat in the nest, and not all of them know each other." He smiled awkwardly at his own metaphor.

"They started a couple years ago around some guy who, well." Anderson tried to put his words together, "Who saw no hope in humanity because he lost his family, both his parents and his wife and kids, in the brutal clash between Hamas and Israel, He somehow, I can only say that because I am not a psychologist, came to the radical conclusion that humanity was hopeless and that everything must be wiped clean and start over. I'm sure plenty of people have those thoughts, but what's different about Mr. E. T. E. is that he came across a device that can actually contact some aliens, and had gathered enough followers from around the globe to set up a satellite. The project is due in completion in a year or so, but the scale would become irreversible fairly soon."

"And where do I come in?" Suzy asked, "I really don't see how I can help."

"Well, our intelligence has gathered enough that the entire organization is centered around its founder, and he happens to come to realize his... sexual desires. Without a wife, those desires are hard to satisfy. Hence he is on the hunt for a woman. It just so happens that he has taken a liking to BDSM and has placed an order for a sex slave in the underground."

"And you intercepted him?"

"And I intercepted him." Anderson smiled proudly. "That is a tale I can brag about my entire life. The brave agent Anderson saved the day. Anyway, I told him that currently all the slaves are in training and we will have one ready in two months. That was about the time you were escaping that pirate ship."

"So let me guess, I'll be the slave, you deliver me ahead of schedule, I get in, and I kill him during sex?"

"We would actually prefer you choke him in his sleep." Anderson smiled. "Of course, you have to seduce him first. That was why I proposed you to be the best candidate for this job."

"Surely, he would keep me in a cage or something?" Suzy asked, "It's not like he's stupid."

"We never think our enemies stupid, Suzy." Anderson wagged his finger. "That would be the worst strategic fault. In fact, we anticipate him to lock you up in nothing short of a ventilated safe. Which is why I asked Danli to give you that little sex monster. It's the best infiltration weapon. Not detectable as metal, no external signs, no extra ammo, just some intense stress on the carrier." He looked at Suzy. "Which is another reason it has to be an ex-sex slave who's developed tolerance for these activities."

"So you are using me?" Suzy asked. Her voice was so calm. She didn't know it could be this calm. Is this what betrayal feels like?

Anderson sighed. "Suzy, in this line of work, all us agents are expendables. You can guess why most of the women retire after 35, and most men retire after 40. To be in the field, you need fresh blood, young blood. It's always the young that is on the front lines. I can go on longer because I am a man, but if I die out there, I will just become another nameless body under the memorial. I'm not using you. I'm just looking for the best person for the job." He checked his watch. "We have about an hour until the transport leaves. Pack your adult toys and bindings. You don't really need anything else for this mission. We have code named it Operation Booby Trap. Because, you know," Suzy almost showed her extreme cringe, "We call breasts boobs?"

Alice was training, so Suzy was alone in their room. She sat down on her bed and removed all her clothes. She called out Little Oct and he crawled between her cleavage as usual, the long tentacle stretching down her stomach and into her pussy, holding open the passage. As much as Suzy wanted to enjoy his company, there's more pressing matters.

"Hello, little guy." Suzy said, laying her hand on Little Oct's pouch and groping it gently as she would her breasts. "I know it's not usual, but you need to eat right now, alright? I might not be able to feed you tonight." His tentacle slapped her face and grudgingly crawled onto her breast and inserted his cock into her mouth.

Suzy took a cup from the canteen and milked herself dry. Little Oct struggled to finish everything he produced, even though he was significantly bulkier when he returned home. It felt more than any other time that she was pregnant. Yeah, she thought, half bitter, half amused. My child is a sexy octopus that will fuck me anytime I want, just like a giant male angler fish.

Then Suzy thought of something else that might be useful. She's never done it, but... Suzy willed Little Oct to extend only a tentacle out, and he did. The base pressed against her cervix unevenly, jabbing the nerves. The little suction plates resting against the inside of her pussy felt oddly reminiscent of the Pussy Killers. The scene was horrifying. Before, there was at least an octopus head before her chest, but now there's just that creepy tentacle stretching out from her crotch. Like an elephant trunk. Suzy thought as she waved it around. If she ever got in a bind, or was shackled on a torture machine like the Rotisserie, this might just help her escape.

Suzy tucked the tentacle back in and started packing, but there wasn't anything much to pack. She would prefer the batoresistor stay out of that man's hands so she might entrust it to Andy. The rest of the toys she never touched much. Closing the small traveling case, she put on a light set of shirt and denim jeans and went to meet Andy.

About eight hours later by her reckoning, Suzy touched down and followed Andy out of the airport. Surprisingly, he headed to the grand hotel and asked for a room for one. The clerk eyed Suzy and inquired whether he meant a double bed, but Andy insisted that he heard right, room for one. Hence that was what the clerk gave him.

"You may ask why I ordered a single room." Anderson said as they closed the door. Suzy nodded. "Well, for starters, I'm supposed to be traveling with a sex slave, and well, that profession is usually not regarded as people." He grimaced apologetically. "But second," He approached Suzy and suddenly swept her into a hug. "I would like to take this opportunity to enjoy your companionship, before our enemy does."

"Very well." Suzy breathed in his cologne mixed with musk. Even though he was a desk clerk most of the time, Andy had a special smell baked into him, probably from his younger days as a field agent. It whispered... safety. Suzy stepped back and let him press her into the bed's white linen.

"So, my big man." Suzy said, "Will this be your first time after your wife?"

"Alice told you?"

"She hinted such. Is she..."

"Well, she was there, but no." Andy took off his clothes. "Let's not think of others right now."

"Just one more question." Suzy disrobed as well. "How did you get by all these years?"

"You mean sexually?" Andy laughed and placed his hands over her full breasts. They have grown another size since she first met Dominic, probably because of all the lactating, like Danli.

"The Sacred Jedi Texts." Andy smiled. "And my left hand."

Suzy was astonished. "How did you..."

"Of all the sex slavers, Dominic was the easiest to discover, since his business was right on the surface." Anderson grinned. "Just think about it. Every Johnsmith can walk into the Freyja Hotel for its services."

"Alright then." Suzy put her fists beside her head, posing a look of the vulnerable little girl ready to be eaten. "Do you propose a waltz or a tango?"

"Choices are for children. Adults want them both." Andy replied. "But I would like to know their differences to pick one to go first."

"A waltz is a harmonious connection of two people, slow, melodic, and occasionally fast. A tango is where one leads and the other follows." Andy was now playing with her nipples. Suzy allowed a moan to escape.

"A tango is faster and has far more irregular in pacing than a waltz, but it relies on cooperation more." Suzy breathed hard at the pleasures in her chest.

"You wouldn't set the monster on me, right?" Andy asked.

"No." Suzy giggled. "Little Oct's too full to do anything tonight."

"So you knew this would come?"

"Isn't that's why you recruited me in the first place?" Suzy giggled.

"I've decided that before the tango and waltz," Andy revealed his engorged bratwurst. It looked long, smooth, and delicious. The bulbous top so characteristic of a cock was flattened out almost to non-existing.

"I want to be a matador." Without warning, he jammed it into Suzy's wet pussy and started thrusting rapidly, rocking her back and forth. Suzy was also lost in pleasure. What remaining sanity inside her hoped that the hotel had sound-proof walls, because she was as loud as a horn.

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