The Spy that Loves Me

Chapter 23

WARNING! CHAPTER IS EXPLICIT! CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT AND MIND TORTURE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

Webby woke up to the smell of alcohol.

She looked around and found herself dangling from shackles that were around her wrists, and ankles. Not so tightly, but not too loosely that she could put one foot forward in a holding cell.

"Bout' time you woke up." Snapped a slurred voice from the corner of her cell.

Webby tilted her head slightly and all the blood drained from her face when she saw Agent Toxic, slumped in a chair and drinking beer out of a glass bottle.

"Now, I can finally have my fun. Wouldn't have been no fun with you unconscious." He told her, getting up from his chair and setting the bottle on the floor beside the chair, he walked over to her.

"W,where am I?" Webby asked.

She still felt groggy from whatever Agent Toxic had injected her with back on the helicopter, she felt like this before after Dewey did the same thing.

"F.O.W.L's main base." Agent Toxic told her. His eyes skimmed Webby's body and she shivered when his tongue darted out across his lips eagerly.

He lifted a finger and started drawing small circles lightly across her shoulder, making het shudder.

"W,Why?" Webby asked.

Agent Toxic grinned at her.

"You're my reward." Agent Toxic answered her.

"W,what do you mean by that?" Webby asked. "What kind of reward was I for?" She asked.

"Why for capturing that friend of yours, I forget her name..." Agent Toxic answered.

"Lena." Webby whispered.

She remembered.

Lena was sucked into some sort of magic mirror.

Agent Toxic scoffed at the name in disapproval.

"Where is she? What have you done with her?" Webby demanded to know.

"My co-worker has her locked away safe and sound until she can be transported to the indicated personal." Agent Toxic replied as if reciting it from a memo he had read.

"What? Who is that?" She snapped.

"If I knew, I still wouldn't tell you." Agent Toxic snapped.

She didn't like the evil gleam in Agent Toxic's eyes.

Like a predator cornering its prey before it pounced.

Webby knew then.

Knew exactly what Agent Toxic was planning on doing to her.

His finger stopped tracing small circles on her shoulder and moved down lower to the hem of her shirt.

She inhaled sharply when his hand slipped up it and whimpered hysterically as cupped her left breast with it and squeezed it tightly. Webby closed her eyes and bit the inside of her cheek hard to keep herself from screaming as his other hand he hooked a finger around the top of her skirt and slowly started to slip it off her.

She didn't like where this was going. Didn't like him touching her this way.

"S, Stop. Please." She whispered keeping her eyes glued to the floor. She couldn't stand the look in Agent Toxic's eyes anymore.

She hated how she sounded so weak.

Hated how she felt so helpless right now.

"I like it when you beg." Agent Toxic said, "Look at me, and do it again, and I'll consider making this a little more enjoyable for the both of us, rather then just me." He told her.