Trooper Blondie

by Marty S

 

Hammersmith office, February 14^th, 2001

 

It was early and Eddie and Mike both chose to go out training. They would run to the gym and work out for a while. I heard Dave start his shower. I slipped on my black silk robe and went next door to give him a proper 'good morning'. My body was feeling much better. I had full recovery of my upper body muscles. My new breast implants had successfully adjusted to my body and the bruises had all disappeared. The stitches were gone and only two small scars remained. I felt good. I felt like a woman.

There was heat after the trip to Paris. Dave and I both got it pretty good from the old man but he was pleased with how the operation was going so he let it pass. They were able to track Faquir's movements. After Paris he had made a stop back in Egypt and left the next day on a private aeroplane on an unregistered flight. Our people tracked the plane to Afghanistan. It landed somewhere near Kabul. We sent photos of Faquir to the Troop commander in central Afghanistan so that they could keep their eyes open for him.

For all the threats Dave gave me after Paris, he was glad to see me none the less. I pulled aside the shower curtain and slowly untied my robe. As my garment hit the floor, my boss pulled me into the hot water with him. Our mouths met with a soft kiss. My new breasts pressed up against his hard chest. I felt no pain but just a tingle as my nipples were now very sensitive. My cock was already hard, even before I jumped into the shower. I could feel Dave's meat growing against my leg. As we snogged, I soaped up both of our pricks. Dave washed my smooth back and my bum. He then concentrated on my orbs on the front of me. He took the time to softly kiss them and suck each nipple. While he was pleasing me with his mouth, I rubbed our stiff members together. Dave's fingers entered my bottom and worked my hole. I pumped our pricks faster and then he spun me around and pressed me up against the shower wall, holding my wrists in place. I knew what was coming and gyrated my hips back to meet his incoming missile. He slid into me easily and began to fuck me right away. It felt so good. As his penis plowed my bottom, Dave kissed the nape of my neck and began stroking my cock. His hand pumped my throbbing pole faster to meet the tempo of his thrusts up my bum. He pounded faster and faster. I squeezed with my anal muscles and milked his cock. Dave shot streams of hot cream up inside me and I blew my load at the same time in a mutual orgasm. It was an incredibly satisfying fuck.

After drying off, we started making breakfast. Dave was still acting a bit randy, smacking my bum whenever I walked passed him. We were making out as we waited for the tea to steep when his phone rang. It was a call from Hereford so he sat down to answer it. I noticed that his shorts were still bulging in the front and decided to fix it while he took the call. I pulled the waist band down far enough to let his fat cock spring out and opened wide for my sausage breakfast. He had a rough time concentrating on his call while I gave him serious head. Not long after finishing his call, I finished him. Dave came for me again and this time I would swallow the lot.

"Tut has moved again," Dave finally informed me. "He has been spotted back in Alexandria." He went on, "the old man wants me to give a brief back in Hereford. They have more shite on our friend as well. I'll have to get going. You lot just stay put for today, no jobs until I get back." I giggled as he finished at the word 'job'. It took a second for him to realize what he said and he could only shake his head. Mike and Eddie returned shortly after that and I was caught a bit off guard as I was still wearing just my silk robe. I could see that it looked a bit inappropriate but then again it wasn't like my nudity was something new to them. Still, I felt weird and left the room to get dressed. I could feel their eyes watching me and my bouncing breasts as I departed. If they didn't know what was going on between me and Dave by then, they had to be pretty dense.

I went back to my private flat and fixed my hair and makeup. I decided to really highlight my eyes with lots of black liner and glittery, purple shadow. I chose a dark purple lip gloss to match. I had a entirely new selection of bras and picked out a hot, black push up number that showed off my sweet rack. The tight black sweater that I chose to wear over it barely contained my tits with the top two buttons undone. My knickers matched my bra in color and were cut like tiny shorts that rode up high on my bum. Looking quite tartish all ready, I figured that a black and purple plaid kilt would be a great choice in skirts. Black fishnet stockings were the perfect match. I slipped on my three inch black ankle shoes and went back next door.

With one look at me, Eddie asked, "Going down to work the docks sweetheart?" Mike rolled over in laughter. In fact, my outfit was about par for the neighborhood that we lived in. I knew better than to comment and laughed along with them.

"Out for a cup, then hit some record stores. There are a couple new discs that I want to buy," I told them and waited as they looked at me uninspired.

"Dave told us we had to wait in the office all day until he calls," Mike whined.

"We have our mobiles, besides, I'm buying," I said as I produced my credit card from my purse. Both of my mates jumped up and grabbed their jackets.

"Besides, he won't be back to base for at least three more hours," Mike justified as we left the flat. The three of us spent the day walking the shops. We bought some CDs and some books and had lunch. We made a stop at the video store but could not mutually select a title. I wanted to get porn but the other two would not have it. I didn't figure them to be prudes. I drew lots of attention for my looks during the day. It helped that I brazenly showed off my cleavage everywhere we went. It helped me to look more passable as a woman. With two large escorts with me however, no one said a word to me.

After our fun day out we came back to the flat and ordered Chinese food. Dave finally telephoned to say that he had to stay back in Hereford for forty eight hours. We all sat about and debated going out. No one was really up for it. Going to club Glitter all the time made us feel like staying in. We were all reading books and nibbling the last of our dinner and cursing each other for not picking a video tape to watch. The tele had bugger all on.

"Fine Valentines day this turned out to be, the three of us hanging out here," I commented. I was laying on the bed, next to the tele, on my front. I was propped up on my elbows and had my feet crossed behind me.

"Easy for you to say Blondie, neither of us have had any for months," Eddie snapped back. I lifted my head from my book and looked him over real good. He wasn't joking with me this time. I looked over at Mike and he stared at me in the same pissed off way. They had to know something then. I knew they weren't idiots. Even though I had never said anything out loud, it had to be implied that I was having sex with many different people.

"Not really fair is it, just us two having to suffer all this time," Mike added.

"You two are really pissed that I'm getting laid and you're not?" I questioned in disbelief.

"More like Dave is and we're not," Mike answered. Well, they really knew now. "Had a bit just this morning? Am I right?" he continued. I was cornered. I looked away trying to figure a way to respond to that. I let my long hair fall in front of my face to hide myself. I was certainly embarrassed and was likely blushing. I thought for a brief moment that out team chemistry was in irreversible trouble.

"You know it doesn't help us at all with all the teasing that you do," Eddie piped in. I parted my hair and looked at Eddie with confusion.

"You don't like me teasing blokes?" I asked, looking for clarification.

"Not other blokes, you silly bint! I'm talking about us. Just look at you now," Eddie clarified. I caught my reflection in the window. The way I was laying, clearly displayed my blossoming cleavage and my skirt was riding up high enough to show the cheeks of my bum. My outfit made me look like a slut. I was always so chummy with my mates that I never considered the possibility that my appearance was having an effect on them. Eddie also commented, "that's why we didn't want to watch porno with you. Just too much bleeding torture."

"Ya, my wrists are already both sore from wanking so much," Mike threw in for good measure. I had to laugh at that one. I burst out in hysterics.

"Go ahead, keep laughing bint. Keep it up and you'll earn a right good spanking," Eddie barked as he too began laughing. Soon Mike joined in and we all were in tears. For good measure, I hitched my skirt up even higher and stuck my bum way out and gave it a light smack. I smiled with a devilish grin at Eddie as I did it, daring him to do something about it.

The big black man called me on it and rushed over to me and grabbed me by the arm. I feigned resistance and screamed, "No you don't you fecking bastard!" in a girlish pitch. I struggled enough to make it almost real. Eddie overpowered me but he called on Mike for assistance. Mike came over and grabbed my wrists. The two of them rolled me onto my front. Eddie was sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulled me over his lap. I struggled with my legs but Eddie grabbed one leg and with his other hand he pulled my skirt up over my hips. I felt his hand come down with a smack on my soft flesh. I screamed. It really did sting. He slapped my bum over and over, making it sore and red.

"Maybe it would be better with the panties off?," Mike suggested. I stopped moving and took a deep breath. Eddie had begun to pull them down but stopped part way. His hands were trembling. You could hear a pin drop.

I blew the hair out of my face and looked at both of them. "Well, don't start something unless you intend to finish it," I said. "You better be ready to go all the way." Having them start something and not finish would have been an even bigger disaster than the one we already were in.

There was a long, difficult pause as the two of them mentally decided how far they would take this. I know where I wanted it to go and tried to help the cause. My face was right in Mike's lap and I pressed it against the bulge in his jeans. He definitely had a hard on. I could feel the heat coming off of his crotch against my face. I opened my mouth and began licking an outline around his cock with my tongue. Meanwhile I was grinding my hip into Eddies lap and could feel his erection straining the fabric of his trousers too. Mike let my hand free and I gently squeezed both of their clad erections and cooed like a dove at their impressive sizes. Eddie pulled my black knickers all the way off and tossed them onto the floor. My cock was now free of its confines and sprang up under me.

I was hot and ready and unzipped Mike's pants. I pulled his cock out from his jeans and immediately began licking it up and down like a lollipop. He was big. It was as long as Dave's but not quite as thick. It was white but the circumcised head was almost brown. I made a spectacle of getting his cock all wet and incorporated lots of slurping noises for effect. Eddie meanwhile, had been massaging my sore tail, squeezing my sore cheeks. He bent down and kissed me on my bum. Eddie slipped out from under me and gave my arse another long, wet kiss. He then stood up and removed all of his clothes. He then climbed back onto the bed around front so that he could watch me suck Mike's cock. I was washing it's plump head with my mouth, drooling saliva all the way down it. Eddie moved closer and I finally had the close up view of that monster. It was as beautiful as I remembered. Thick, long and black, it was a true masterpiece. I switched over to Eddies cock and bathed it all over with my tongue. Mike took the opportunity to undress. He quickly returned and pushed his anxious cock up against my pretty white face. I slobbered all over Eddies cock and switched back to Mike's. I used my hands to stroke the shafts of their meat while I alternated sucking on one and then the other. They were truly magnificent pricks. I pushed them together and mashed the heads into the others. Slimy trails of pre-come and my saliva joined them as I pulled them apart.

Eddie pulled away from me and moved around behind me. I went right back to Mike's cock and started taking its length deep into my mouth. Eddie was kissing my bare bum again and licked between my cheeks. His long and powerful tongue found my tiny hole and probed inside. I had never felt anyone reach so deep into my canal with a tongue. It wriggled around inside me and was getting me real excited. Eddie rimmed my hole for a few minutes getting it nice and wet. I could hardly wait for him to fuck me. I could barely stand it. He finally pulled his face off of my bum and stuck the knob of his huge cock against the opening. The pressure started and I could feel myself expanding to his width. I could really feel the stretch. He was thicker than Dave. I could feel that. I guessed that he might be thicker than Maggie's hand as well. I had to take my mouth off of Mike's cock in order to breath. I kept pumping him with my hand. He bent down and kissed my mouth which probably tasted a lot like his come. We snogged as Eddie slowly worked the length of his torpedo into me. Mike undid my top and pulled it off. He then unhooked my bra and let my melons free. He sucked on my nipples and lapped at them with his tongue. I pulled Mike back up to me and continued to kiss him as I felt Eddie's full testicles touch mine. I had never been so full. Eddie slowly backed out and then slid all the way back in. I grunted my approval and went back down to feast on Mike's savory meat. My two studs plowed me from both ends. My mouth and arse both got drilled hard. Eddie was the first to come. He was fucking me fast and unleashed his sperm deep up inside me.

Mike commented that he wanted to take my tail for a ride so I turned myself around and stuck my bum up in the air at him. My hole must have been gapping open because he slammed all the way inside me without me even flinching. "Thanks for destroying it for me," Mike said to Eddie sarcastically. Eddie giggled. I leaned down and licked his pulsating cock. I opened my mouth and sucked his pole clean. He still had a couple shots of sperm left which I was able to suck out. Mike was pounding my rear end like a jack hammer. Eddie's thick come acted as a lubricant so I felt no pain. Soon Mike reached his orgasm. I felt him coming and turned myself around so that I take the gooey ropes of hot, white liquid in my mouth. Some splattered on my face before I could catch it. I did however manage to swallow the majority of it.

Mike pulled my face up to his and he kissed me full on the lips. We fell back onto the bed. Eddie lay on the other side of me and kissed my neck. I switched and kissed Eddie for a while with a very sloppy kiss. They both licked the come from my face before going down to my tits. They each took one and sucked on the nipples. I felt one of their hands touching my thus far neglected cock. Someone else's hand was stroking my clean shaven sac and wormed a finger into my sticky anus. I guessed the ladder to be Eddie. Mike made the first move down below my navel and gave my smooth prick a light lick. It was obvious that he had no experience in giving head but he gave it a good first try. I was so worked up and ready to blow that it didn't matter. A moment later Eddie joined Mike and they both took turns licking my shaft. I could not hold onto it and when a drop formed on the tip of my cock, Eddie opened his mouth and sucked me. I blew my seed into Eddies throat and he swallowed it down. He snuggled up to me again as did Mike and we lay together passing kisses. The night was still young and my two stallions were getting stiff again. "So who's up for round two?" I eagerly asked. The fucking lasted on into the early hours.

The following day started out pretty late. No one was moving too quickly. I got myself into a bath and did my routine of removing the hair from my legs and arm pits. By the time I was dressed, the boys already had breakfast on the go. Dave telephoned us while we were eating and told us that he would be one more day back at camp and for us to sit tight again. Once again we went out in the afternoon and bought some CDs at the record store. I spotted a flyer for a band playing at a local pub. I recommended that we all go to see the show.

"Aren't you a little worried about hanging around a straight bar with a bunch of drunk punk rockers?" Eddie asked me.

I gave him a look of disconcert. "Oh please, I'm fine with it. I can pass anyway. Don't tell me that you're worried for me?" I responded. The tough act was enough to convince them to come along.

Later I dressed in a short denim skirt and a black and red tank top. I put on the fishnets again and my black calf boots along with a black hip belt for the rocker chic look. I was in the mood to blow off some steam. At the pub, the music was loud and wild. I attracted a lot of attention when I strutted in. I could tell right away that I was passing as a woman and it helped ease my fears. We stood away from the stage at first and kept to ourselves but after a couple ales I was up at the front of the stage cheering on the band and dancing with everyone. Even the band was pointing me out and egging me on. A few guys stepped up to dance with me and before long I was feeling hands groping my bum. Some blokes were paying too much attention to me so I made my way back to the bar and tried to settle down. My mates were having fun but I figured they would have no problem if we left a little early. It was hot inside with the crowd of people and I had a slight sweat on from dancing so I told the guys," drink up and then we can get the fuck out of here."

While trying to inhale my drink, some greasy, overweight rocker pressed up against me and grabbed my arse. I spun around and saw the man who got a free frisk. He was unshaved and smelled like rubbish. "Come on babe, come party with me," he said to me as he tried to move in for a kiss. I turned my head away as I held him back.

"No thanks Prince Charming, I was just leaving anyway," I told the degenerate.

He was drunk and his breath emphasized it. He tried again saying, "Don't be like that girl. Relax! I know what you need. All you need is a big hard cock like this." As he said it he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. He wasn't even hard. I don't know why he was boasting. I was pushed far enough by this looser and decided to be cute. I grabbed his hand and placed it up my skirt. As his hand touched my sex, the fool's eyes opened wide with surprise.

"No thanks, I already have one of my own," I said as I pulled his arm around and snapped his wrist. I could hear the bones break. Simultaneously, my knee came shooting up into his groin and crushed his berries. I then used the same leg and drove my stiletto heal down into his foot. He buckled up in pain before anyone even turned to see what happened. He was looking up at me in agony but his eyes were red with anger. I drove the heel of my hand sharply up into his nose, breaking his septum. Blood gushed from his nose. Now people were turning and looking. Mike was shocked as he looked at the mess on the floor and turned to look at me.

"Time to go boys. Rather sharpish I would say!" I blurted out as I grabbed Mike and Eddie and made a break for the door. We rushed out just as people were figuring out what happened. We just cleared the door and one of the rocker's friends tried to grab Eddie at the doorway. Eddie made short work of him, knocking the unlucky bastard into the concrete. We had to run around the block to get to our motorcar and I could only move so fast in high heels. A few blokes had made it out the back way and tried to cut us off. We mad the car but they were on us. Mike grabbed the closest guy and turned him onto his head into the street. They took a step back as they realized we would not be push overs in a fight. We were greatly outnumbered however and that would give them confidence. One bloke was already picking up a brick and another a board with nails protruding out of it.

"Equalizers!" I shouted. Without hesitation, Mike and Eddie drew out their H&K 9mm pistols and aimed them at the closest leather clad tough guys. They saw the show of force and immediately backed down. They scattered and ran in all directions. We didn't wait around to see what would happen next. We all soon were in the vehicle and speeding off. A minute later we were all laughing our fool heads off.

"That was the stupidest thing I have ever seen you do," Mike squeaked out. He was right. I had shown seriously poor judgement and would be careful to never pull shite like that again.

"I still don't know what the fuck happened," Eddie added which caused us to burst out in another fit of laughter.

Back at the flat, the adrenaline was still pumping through our veins and made us restless. I hopped up onto the bed and pulled my boots off. Like a panther I crawled around and teased my prey. "So, is anybody as fired up as I am right now?" I asked as I stroked my legs. Mike and Eddie began taking off their clothes. Both were undressed quickly and on the bed with me. I immediately grabbed hold of both of their swollen members and brought them to full staff with my tongue. My mouth was wet and I made good use of it by sucking the two huge cocks. I squeezed both of them together and pumped them up and down with my hand. The contrast of the black and the white cock rubbing against each other was very erotic. The boys pulled my top off and then popped my bra, freeing my round breasts. They each played with one while I took turns kissing them on their mouths.

Eddie already had a hand up my skirt and was fingering my back door. I pushed him down and straddled his face. I pulled my thong to one side and sat my bum right down on Eddie's big smile. He went right to work licking my hole with his tongue. I know he loved doing that. He wormed it deep up inside me. Mike was in front of me still locked in a great kiss. I rubbed our two stiff pricks together and stroked them. I could hardly wait any longer for a good hard fuck so I moved off of Eddies face and planted my bum right down onto his huge black cock. I was loosened up pretty good by both Eddie and Mike the night before that I had no problem impaling myself onto his shaft now. The ring of my arse expanded slowly around Eddie's meat as I descended down all the way. I felt a shiver run up my spine when Eddies bollocks touched the cheek of my bum. I could feel him deep inside me. My teeth were numb. I grabbed Mike's pole and wrapped my ruby red lips around it. I sucked hard on the knob as my tongue teased the tip and lapped up the early traces of jism.

"No offence love but I was really hoping to have first go at your bottom before Eddie wrecks it with that damn howitzer of his," Mike joked.

I pulled his cock from my mouth and told him, "I think your too late for that now darlin but you're welcome to join him." I was feeling adventurous and wondered if I could handle it. I was willing to try. With a look of amazement, Mike saw that I was serious and made his way behind me. I was sliding up and down Eddie's fat prick as Mike made himself comfortable on my back. I leaned forward and slid to the halfway point on Eddie's cock and waited. I began having sloppy kisses with Eddie as Mike worked his head against my opening trying to find room with Eddie already in there. Mike used his hands to spread my cheeks as wide as they could go while holding his cock tight up against Eddie's. I slowly forced my weight back and my muscle opened wider around the second cock. It hurt like hell but I was determined to make them both fit. I breathed long and deep. Both of my boys kissed me softly and caressed my body. I kept pushing back as my hole expanded wider than it had ever been before. My head was spinning. I continued to stretch. Mike kissed the back of neck while Eddie sucked on my tongue. They had made a sandwich out of me.

"I can't believe you have two cocks inside you," Mike whispered. He was telling the truth. I had both of them in my bum at the same time. Mike began thrusting in and out. The friction of their two units rubbing together as well as the squeeze from my bottom would make short work of them. It was me who came first this time however. It was so erotic and my body was floating on a cloud. My cock had been mashed between my body and Eddie's. The pounding I was taking was enough to make me come. I released my cream between our bodies. The boys continued to fuck the living daylights out of me. I could not tell who blasted off first but it caused a chain reaction and soon copious amounts of hot, gooey sperm was leaking out of me and running down my leg. I was overwhelmed and my head continued to spin. The lights went dim and I passed out.

 

February 24^th, 2001

 

"Customs has been instructed to not give Mr. Faquir any trouble when he arrives here this afternoon," Dave started off his official sounding briefing. It was hardly formal as we sat about sipping morning tea and munching on toast. My hair was a mess and had that 'just shagged look' and I was wearing only an old rugby sweater that fit loosely on me now except for my chest where it was a bit snug. Dave continued, "Blondie, that is Shannon, will meet Tut tonight at 2100 hours at his hotel room. We continue to listen through the open wire which she will be carrying on her. There will not be any fuck ups like Paris. We were able to make a deal with the contract limousine service. We will be providing the driver for his limo. Mike that's you. Eddie and I will be danger close if anything goes bad. We have Faquir's trust now and we need to exploit it. We are still without his new London contact which we hope to catch up with him on this trip and pick off any new ones. We identify first and relay the information up the chain. No hard arrests unless our cover is blown. The American's are still curious about Tut's contacts back in Boston, so any more information in that regard would be a bonus. Since they were too lazy to follow him themselves while he was there, we will have to do their dirty work for them. We want as much intelligence as possible about his Afghanistan trip so Blondie, that is Shannon, try to work him on that as much as possible."

"We have another signaling method when we have eyes on but can't risk a compromise," I added. I produced my compact makeup mirror from my purse. I reflected it off of the overhead light. "I trust everybody is sharp on their morse code."

"Alright team, this is our last chance. If we don't get what we need on this leg of the operation, we will be pulled. MI6 will make an arrest and we will be stuck with just one Egyptian to share a cell with Kadari. We need more if we want to make any progress against al Qaeda and in Afghanistan," Dave finalized. The pressure was on now. The CO would have already pulled us but the Taliban had just launched a new offensive in the north and the resolve to break Bin Laden's support of the regime was more determined. We were on.

Faquir had called me while on route from Egypt. He gave me hotel information and was pleased that I was very eager to see him again. I bought a new dress for the occasion. It was a knee length black, silk dress with a plunging neckline to show off my new tits. The side had a slit that ran from the hem up to the hip to show off lots of leg. I wore Cuban heeled silk stockings done up with suspenders and a black lace thong. I had four and half inch black leather heels with a cute ankle strap. I had my hair coiffed in the afternoon and my nails manicured. When I headed off to the hotel, I looked fucking hot! I was sure that at least three guys were jealous of Faquir that night.

"Hello, my sweet little Shannon!" the Egyptian greeted me. As usual, he had Mohammed and Ramhire with him for security.

"How is my pharaoh prince? Did you have a nice trip?" I asked.

"Yes, very good. British airways always treats me very well," he stated. I stood before my would be boyfriend and did a stylish pirouette for him to show off my dress and the beautiful new boobies that he paid for. I was a knock out. His breath was taken away. "By Allah, I have never seen such a beautiful lady boy," he persisted. He took me by the hand and pulled me close to him. I was forced to endure a kiss with him and act like was enjoying it. I didn't miss his brushy moustache. For a while I danced and teased the man who was so taken by me.

"Please tell me that you came all this way to see me and that you're not here for business this time," I pleaded.

"I have only the tiniest amount of business to do this time. I promise that I came here to see you. The business is very minor," he insisted. I decided to take the initiative and moved Faquir over to the bed and started undressing him. He was fixated on my breasts and began felling me up. I slowly lowered the straps on my dress and let him get a full look at his investments. He sucked on my nipples like a baby. I pushed him back and slid down to his penis which was hard and ready for me. I used my breasts by rubbing them on is belly and onto his thigh. As my nipple grazed his thighs, my hair worked along his chubby, hairy belly. When I descended onto his cock with my red lips, he thrust his hips up into my mouth. Fucker grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my face. Luckily, he didn't last long and dumped his seed into my stomach. After finishing the blowjob, we dressed again and went out to club Glitter.

Over the course of the next week we made good progress. I stayed with Faquir as much as I could. I slept with him in his hotel and accompanied him to restaurants. He took me shopping and even bought me an emerald necklace and matching earrings. I had told him that I was still mad at him for abandoning me in Paris. The guilt factor seemed to be paying off. "I assure you my dear, that if I could have taken you with me, I would have but some of these older Muslim countries are very conservative in their ways unlike Britain or even Egypt," he said.

"What countries?" I asked with a naive approach.

Faquir laughed in an unsettling way. "Many places. If you were seen in Afghanistan, for example, they would probably kill you," he replied seriously. Along the way I was witness to his meeting. It did not take place at Glitter this time. Instead we went to a grocery in Barking. The owner was his contact and I sat in the limo with the driver, Mike, while Ramhire stood watch outside. We had photographs, addresses and names, it was like taking candy from a baby. Unfortunately, we never caught up with nor saw the man from the elevator from Faquir's last trip. The grocery man was a Pakistani national and it turned out that he had previously been to Afghanistan in the nineties.

When it came time for our mark to end his visit I pleaded with him to not leave. I begged him to let me go with him this time. He was grateful that I felt that way and decided that I should go with him. "First we make a trip to Monte Carlo!" Faquir insisted as he fell into our trap. Mohammed and Ramhire were not at all pleased about the arrangement. They could barely stand me. They had more traditional views about male and female roles and a person like me was unacceptable. Sure, as young men growing up in Muslim countries, they cannot socialize with women and often turn to the softer and more feminine boys to exercise their lust. No one ever talks about it because they have to act macho for their status in society. After the men marry, they try to forget that they ever participated in homosexual acts. For Faquir, he never got off the girly-boy bandwagon. He was wealthy enough to buy his status and keep his hobby secret. His body guards had their price. Still, I would have to be very careful around them at all times and not give them a reason to suspect me.

Monte Carlo was also a success. He identified another contact. From there we headed to Cannes and made yet another contact. I noticed my mates keeping a close eye on me in both locations and made sure that they got photos of all our contacts. After a week in Cannes, we boarded a yacht which was Faquir's private boat. It was huge and luxurious. The boat came with its own staff, most of whom were Lebanese. It was here that I met Reza, Faquir's right hand man. He was older than the other two body guards but was apparently the man who trained them. He ran business back home while Faquir globetrotted. It turned out that Reza had been in Egypt's most elite special forces unit before going into private contracting. He was big and muscular and tougher than nails. Like the other guards, he was also very concerned about me. The first thing that he did when we came aboard the boat was curse Faquir for bringing me along. He spoke only in Arabic but I understood every word that he said. Reza even suggested that I might be a British spy but Faquir laughed at him and told him that I was Irish and that I hated the Brits. Of course I stood there and looked innocent like I had no clue what they were talking about and made myself a vodka martini.

Faquir's yacht was massive and had several private cabins and a crew of six. We sailed out into the Mediterranean Sea. The sun was intense and I could only stand short periods of sunlight on my alabaster skin even with thick sun cream. I usually wore bikinis with wraps, sunglasses and a hat. I spent most mid-days below deck, listening in on whatever I could. I made mental notes on everything and every one. I would spend an hour or so on the deck, sunbathing, when I would use my glasses or a makeup mirror to flash signals to the strange boat following near by. It was never the same boat two days in a row. Some days it was just a fishing boat, some days another yacht, some days a passing plane. Whenever I signaled the strange vessel near by I would get a flash back with a simple 'AK' which was code for message acknowledged. I did this every day right out in the open, sometimes even with Reza or Faquir sitting with me or near by. There was plenty to report. We met contacts along the way. People boarded the boat every now and then and I was sure to always greet the guests and get their names. We often had dinners at sunset and party all night which was easier for me and my pale skin.

We made port calls in Ibiza, Spain which gave me fond memories of my trip there a few years before. I even spotted Eddie while we were there, posing as a tourist near the hotel that we had stayed in before. He lowered his sunglasses and winked at me. I blushed and blew him a kiss. I was really beginning to miss the guys.

After Ibiza, we hit Barcelona, then we sailed south and made a brief stop in Tunis. Near Malta we took on two passengers in mid April. The couple were in their early forties. The man was Corsican and looked a lot like Faquir, balding, chubby, short and sporting a nasty moustache. The wife was a high class femme fatal. Her name was Gina and she reminded me of Sofia Loran. Her hair was a bronzy color and she had beautiful full lips and sparkling brown eyes. She immediately took to me and became very friendly. The men went off to talk business while I had to play hostess for our guests. Gina was very clingy and did a lot of touching. I was rapidly warming up to my new friend. I wondered if she knew that I was not a real woman. On the first day we spent time talking about hair, makeup and men. That night we partied on the deck and drank ourselves senseless. I wore a light coral summer dress that barely covered everything with only my thong on underneath to keep Mister Happy well hidden.

Music played on our speakers while we chatted and Gina asked me to dance with her. She was wearing a white cotton dress with the obvious signs of no underwear. Her large, full breasts had pointy nipples which protruded through the thin cotton. As we danced, she pressed her soft body next to mine. Our tits squeezed together sending a shiver up my spine. Our skin tones were vastly different. Her bronzed skin and my pink skin created a major contrast. I could feel her warm breath on my neck and I was starting to feel aroused. I soon felt her soft kiss on my neck. I looked over to the men who were sitting in their deck chairs smoking cigars. They were both watching and seemed to be enjoying what they saw. Gina kissed a trail up to my ear and sucked on my lobe. "Anthony likes to watch me play. Ras likes to watch too. You should loosen up a little sweetheart," Gina whispered softly. She had done this before obviously and she knew a few things about Faquir, I could tell.

"But do you know that I'm....well not exactly what I appear to be?" I whispered back. Gina giggled at my naive response. She answered with a soft kiss on my lips and her hand reaching between my legs and gave my hardening member a squeeze. She moaned her approval and we began sharing a soft and tender kiss. I had not kissed a woman in many months and it was very electric. I was getting excited about the possibilities and began fondling the exquisite woman's round tits and her sumptuous arse. I kissed a trail down Gina's neck to her breast and uncovered it. I softly suckled her large brown nipple and had a glance over to our men and noticed their approving smiles. They wanted a show so I started giving them one. As we danced I removed Gina's dress and continued kissing her entire body. She was tan from head to toe, with no lines. Soon she slipped the straps of my dress off and it too fell to the deck floor. We maneuvered our way to the large lounge on the deck and Gina had me lay down on my back. Gina kissed down from my mouth to my breasts. She sucked on my pink nipples making both them and my penis hard. She kept feeling them up as she licked down to my navel and to the waistband of my bottoms. I lifted my hips and Gina pulled my pink knickers off. She teased me by licking the length of my legs up to my feet. Gina was an expert toe sucker and her manipulations made my cock hard as iron and boldly on display. The boys sat back and continued to just watch. Eventually, Gina licked her way back to my crotch where I spread for her. She could tell that I enjoyed her kisses and was feeling proud, batting her eyelashes at me. Her tongue licked slowly up the length of my cock to the tip and then she took a soft suck on it. I ran my fingers through her hair and enjoyed her oral manipulation. I was anxious to taste this hot woman for myself so I signaled her to spin around. She smiled and knew what I had in mind. Gina turned her body over mine and straddled my head.

Squatting down onto my face, Gina eased her bald pussy onto my waiting mouth. I eagerly licked her sweet snatch for all my worth. She began grinding down when my lips found her clit and I sucked it. Gina whimpered and I knew I had her. I eagerly sucked her tiny bud as she really became wet. Gina panted and grunted. She leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth again and started sucking on it long and deep. She was an experienced cock sucker and I was getting the best head I had in many months. I wouldn't last long under these conditions and turned it up myself. My tongue fucked the soft folds of her snatch faster until her juices were running freely and practically drowning me. I sucked her clit hard and her legs quaked as they squeezed my head. She came hard and humped my face, glazing it like a donut. I let loose and shot my sperm into Gina's waiting mouth and all over her face. She eagerly licked all my sauce up like she was starving. She turned around and let me up. Our faces were both covered with the other's love juices and we engaged in a sloppy, wet kiss. As we snogged passionately, the men applauded out loud at our exhibition.

Later that night, Faquir came to bed with me and tried to relive part of the show by sitting on my face with his hairy butt and I had no choice but to lick his arse and rim his hairy hole. While I did this he put his cock between my tits and squished them around his shaft. He fucked my orbs while I licked his arse. He shot off quickly thankfully. After shooting his come onto my breasts he wiped it off with his fingers and fed it me, making me lick his fingers clean. In the morning he was horny again and started fucking my bum before I was even awake. I just lay there and let him pump my tail until he got off. Myself, I was looking forward to another day with Gina. After brunch, Gina and I spent most off the day alone, massaging each other with sun cream or leisurely kissing on the deck. That night we performed again. The second time was similar to the first but we ended up with our legs scissored as my cock worked the inside of her loose twat. She had experience for sure. We grinded into each other while feasting on the other's toes. I had half of Gina's foot in my mouth when we both peaked in orgasm.

Our little orgy went on for three more days. One night, the men decided to switch partners so I ended up with Anthony, who was not much different from fucking Faquir. We dropped our guests off in Malta and our boat continued toward Egypt. It would be while before I would find out about all of the contacts and their roles in the al Qaeda network. I had to feel good that I was at least getting the information out. My biggest worry was still Reza who was always looking over my shoulder. Despite his best efforts, he still never figured out what I was doing.

 

 

Alexandria, Egypt, May, 2001

 

We made Alexandria finally by May third. I was happy to be off of the yacht despite all of its luxury. I suddenly felt some sympathy for my brothers in the Naval service. Before going ashore Faquir gave me the riot act about how I presented myself in his home country and city. It was much different than western Europe and it would be a huge culture shock for a girl like me. "As far as anyone is concerned, you will always present yourself as a real woman," he began. "Only certain people can know what you really are, and it will be me who decides this," he continued to lecture. I nodded at his instructions. "Also, as a woman, you must not dress as provocatively as you are used to in Britain. Oh no, Egypt is not like Saudi Arabia, and Alexandria is much more European than the rest of the country, you won't have to wear a burka or be accompanied by a male relative in public but you will still have to wear a head scarf, and dresses that cover your knees and arms in public. Most public houses and cafes are for men only except at hotels. It is not so bad, very modern for the Muslim world but still not like London," he justified. I really had no say in any of this but smiled and went along with it all.

Faquir's estate was massive. His home was practically a palace. It had fourteen rooms, a large swimming pool, a garden, four motor cars in the garage, and three permanent servants. Once again Reza was very untrusting of me and raised his disapproval with Faquir. I was allowed to have the run of the place but Reza was always watching me. I was even given my own private room. It had a ceramic tile floor, a huge mattress with a dozen pillows, and a private bath. The body guards always carried around submachine guns on the grounds and kept watch around the clock.

He was right about the people, men stared at me wherever I went. I dressed conservatively as possible, with white full length cotton dresses and a head scarf. Some looked at me with lust and the fire of pent up frustration in their eyes while others had a scornful, hateful look. Being female, white and blond made me stand out everywhere. I tried to stay inside and avoid the crippling heat. My skin was turning crispy and I had to soak in sun cream before going outdoors into the midday sun. My hair turned an even lighter, whiter shade of blond from the excessive sunlight. Its length was twice as long as any other time in my life. It was to the middle of my back and to my breasts in the front. It was full and the heat made it curl naturally giving me beautiful golden waves. I was allowed to go shopping and to the beach by myself a couple of times a week, but with a driver and body guard, usually Mohammed. I made a routine of stopping at the sporting club for something to eat and have a drink. It was here that I would usually meet with my team. One of them would sit at a nearby table and I could leave notes for them or vise versa.

Over the next few weeks, I made myself at home and snooped around to my hearts content. Faquir's office was the only room off limits to me and the door was always kept locked. Luckily for me, I had taken a lock smithing course in the Regiment. I had to make sure that the timing was right before making my move. I started by making a habit of having sex with Fucker in his master bedroom and then waiting for him to fall asleep. I would then put on my robe and leave to go to my own room, stopping for a pee or a trip to the kitchen for a snack. I would then go to my own room and crash. It was then that I usually would make signals out of my window until I received an 'AK' back from my crew. Any news, gossip or anything remotely important sounding was worthy of passing along. I always made sure to walk past the office on my way to my room. I was checked by the guards many times so I figured out their routines. Reza was always on the ball when he worked the night and watched me like a hawk as I walked the halls. I examined and studied the lock as many times as I could and knew what I would need to get in.

The next trip I made to the sporting club, Dave was ready for me. He was wearing shades and looked like a Greek tourist. He got up from his table first and then I told Mohammed that I had to use the ladies room. He usually stayed at the table whenever I did. When I entered, I checked that Dave and I were alone. He passed me the lock picking tools that I had asked for via a signal the night before. I stashed it inside my jacket pocket. Dave had not been alone with me in months and once he was sure that we were alone he pulled me close and gave me a powerful kiss. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue. His kiss was loving and I melted in his arms. I had to break our embrace so as not to arouse any suspicion. "I miss you!" I told Dave.

"I miss you too, I just wish we had more time," he told me back. I gave him one last hug before pulling myself away from him. His look was of dejection and it encouraged me to work fast and end my isolation.

It would be a few more days before I would have the perfect opportunity to break into the office. I waited until Mohammed, who was easily the dimmest of the guards, was on duty and I had my tools hidden in the kitchen in an old sugar bag. I made sure to fuck Faquir real good that night. I rode on top of him for hours coaxing two orgasms out of him with my hard working bum. For good measure, I sucked him off to another climax and he was out and snoring minutes later. I rushed off to the kitchen and got myself a bite of fruit from the refrigerator. I grabbed my tools and quietly made my way to my room. I waved at Mohammed who was trying to keep his eyes open while sitting in his chair near the front entrance. He showed no interest in my habitual travels. At the office I took a deep breath and quickly worked the lock. It took me less than a minute to have it unlocked. I left the door and went to the bathroom to have a piss. I figured if their was any alarm, some one would show up. When no one showed up after a few minutes I sneaked back and let myself in.

The office was large and contained many books and files. Faquir's private computer sat on top of his desk. I had to work in the dark to not attract any attention and had to work in silence. I gave myself fifteen minutes maximum and if I turned up bust then would wait for another opportunity.

My first trip to the office was mostly uneventful. I oriented myself with everything and read as much as I could. I had to translate the mostly Arabic documents in my head which was time consuming, specially in the dark.

I waited for Mohammed's next shift to try again. It went off much like the first but I tried hacking into his PC this time. It was of course protected by a password which took a few minutes to get around. Only a fool like Faquir would use the name 'Shannon' as his password. Luckily for me, he was that much of a fool. After fifteen minutes I wrapped it up and waited for my next chance.

One night I was feeling confident and bold and took a chance on Ramhire's shift. My routine was working with him and he was more interested in sneaking a nap on his shift than following me. I whipped through Tut's email archives looking for key words. I found some names I recognized, including our very own Mohammad Kadari. Finally I came upon one which talked about training 'soldiers' to fly commercial airliners. I only read a little piece of it and realized that I was going into overtime inside the office. I decided to call it off for the night and try to read more the next chance I had. From my window that night I passed a message, stating simply that I had found something and that more will follow. It was a Saturday night and I usually went to the beach and the sporting club on Mondays. I received a reply, longer than the usual 'AK' asking me to bring info to drop. I answered 'AK'.

The next night I made sure that Faquir had drank plenty of wine and took him to bed for the usual romp. An hour later, with a belly full of sperm and a sleeping sugar daddy I made my way to the kitchen. On my way, I did not see the guard at his post and was careful when I went to the kitchen. I grabbed some Nan bread and some figs for a snack. I was about to reach for my tools when I felt somebody else in the room. I slowly moved away from the pantry and casually turned. The ominous site of Reza was standing before me not looking at all pleased. I had nothing to worry about yet, as I had not gone to the office yet and my tools were still stashed. He had seen me walking at night before, it was a routine. I smiled and offered him a bite of my bread. Reza slapped the bread from my hand and sent it flying across the kitchen. I took a step back in terror.

"Stupid bitch!" he cursed me in plain English. Had he spotted me before? Had he found my tools? I played it cool and gave him a puzzled look. "You think I am stupid, bitch?" he asked me with blood in his eyes. I foresaw trouble and was thinking of my best move against this much larger and well trained man.

"I don't know what you're talking about Reza," I spoke back to him boldly. Very quickly Reza slapped me across the face with a sharp smack. I wasn't ready for it and reeled back. I thought that it was over for a second and all bets were off.

Then Reza said, "I know that you only want his money, you piece of shit!" He had me wrong so I still had a chance. I looked at him confused. "That fat old man can't give you what you really need most," Reza continued. What the? Reza grabbed me by the hair and pulled me closer. I made the conscious choice not to fight because he had not discovered my true intensions and was reading all wrong. He was tough but I figured he was just going to give me the alpha dog routine. Reza licked his tongue up the side of my neck and grabbed my fleshy, inflated boob through my white silk peignoir. I turned and kissed his fuzzy mouth. Reza pulled my head away by the hair and spat back into my face. His thick gob ran down my cheek. "I don't want to kiss you, you fucking faggot," he shouted back at me and followed through with another slap across my face. It really hurt. He was a strong bloke. He grabbed me and pushed me up against the pantry table. I was forced to bend over it and he pushed my face down flush with the table. Reza hiked up my robe and exposed my bare arse. I could have fought back and got away but I thought that might create worse problems than the one I was in. Next I felt Reza fumbling around behind me and soon the warm touch of his penis was pressing up against my back door. I shuttered as he forced his unlubricated prick into my hole. My only saving grace was that my arse had been worked over a lot in the previous few nights but Reza was much bigger than Faquir and he wasn't easy on me at all. He shoved it into me as hard as he could and used his hand to muffle my scream. It felt like I was being ripped in two and Reza laughed at my predicament. He raped me for all of his worth. There was nothing gentle about it. He just fucked me raw. Reza pounded and pounded me until he finally blew his load deep up inside my rectum. When he finished, he wiped his cock clean on my thigh and once again he hulked a mouthful of spit onto my face. I was laying there crying and shaking like a little girl, a victim of a savage rape.

"Don't you say anything to Faquir about this! You hear me bitch? If you say anything to him, you will be dead, understand?" Reza exclaimed as he twisted my hair to force me to look him in the eye. I could see the evil in his glare and swallowed my urge for revenge.

I sobbed and answered," Yes." I would from that night on, be planning my revenge. Reza left me sobbing in the kitchen as he went outside and lit up a cigarette. I straightened up slowly and pulled down my gown. I could barely walk. My rear end was stinging with pain. I made my way to the pantry and extracted my lock picking tools. I could still see the coal from Reza cigarette outside and knew I was safe. I made my way to the bath and ran some water.

Reza came to check on me in the bath and reminded me not to mention the rape. I continued sobbing and nodded my agreement. I relaxed and let the soothing water work its magic on me. Reza was still pumped with adrenaline, I understood that and knew that when it would ware off, he would be very sleepy. After half an hour in the tub, I went to bed. I waited another hour before forcing myself up to check on Reza.

I crept out into the hall and silently made my way to the foyer. Reza had his feet up on the table and his head was back. Snores poured from his bushy face as he slept at his post. I could have easily slit his throat right there. I wanted to very badly but I had a duty. Instead, I stole back to the office and did my work on the lock. Inside, I hurried to the computer and jumped in. I quickly navigated to the information I was looking for. It was an archived email asking for a progress report on pilot training. A reply was sent from Faquir stating that new pilots should be ready by the end of the summer. I quickly searched for more names, anything about the UK or the US. I was pressing my luck with time and tried to memorize as much as I could. Making a disk would be too risky as I didn't have one that I could make and one missing from Faquir's supply could arouse suspicion. Printing was out of the question. I made notes of the sources of the emails. With all the information I could grab, I shut down and made my way out of the office.

The rest of the night I spent in my room writing out a message in code. I used a brail code on the face of a postcard of Cleopatra Beach. I used my nail file to etch in the characters. At a casual glance, It would not look any different. Running your fingers along the surface revealed the uneven texture. We didn't use standard brail, in case it did get read by a brail reader in the off chance, but our own special coded language. I slipped the postcard into my purse with two other ones without anything on them. I knew that Reza made a habit of going through my purse, and my private things whenever he could. I was certain that because of him, my mobile phone was somewhere at the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea. The next day at the sporting club, I made the drop as planned. I wore shaded sunglasses and as much makeup as I could to hide the bruise on my face but Dave still knew something was wrong and tried to get me go to the loo to talk to him. I shrugged him off and gave him a look as if to say, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Over the next few days I worked on Faquir by asking him more about Boston. We were sitting out by the pool having late afternoon drinks. "Sweety, I still want you to take me to Boston sometime, I've always wanted to visit America," I asked him for the third or fourth time. "Please, can you take me there sometime soon?" I persisted. "You must have to make a business trip there sometime. I can come along with you," I suggested. He had a habit of shrugging the subject off. This time he sang a different tune.

"No, it is a bad idea, you silly girl. America is not as great as you might think. Oh no!" the sneaky Arab told me. "It can be a very bad place, yes, very bad," he said and paused for a while. I said nothing as I could see that he was deep in thought on the subject. He looked somewhat nervous. "It can be a bad place, and I am certain that it will only get worse. I will not be going back to America any time soon," he added.

"Worse? Why?" I prodded. He took a drink and his hand was shaking.

"Enough about America, you shall stay here in Egypt with me. That is what is best," Faquir announced with an unhappy and certain tone to his voice. It made a chill go up my spine. Something major was in the works and he knew about it. The United States seemed to be a big part of it which made sense. Al Qaeda had boldly targeted them before with some success. A new sense of urgency was taking over. The message that I had read said that they would be ready by the end of the summer. It was already July.

I snuck back into the office on the next night when Mohammed was on duty. I decided to allow myself more time to snoop around. I managed to get in without any trouble. I poked around in the locked filing cabinets and found some financial documents, including one that stood out. It was a receipt for a wire transfer to a flight school in Florida that trained airline pilots. It was paid out from an offshore account to avoid a trace. I found some more wire transfer documents to London, Paris, Moscow and Madrid. I also found a photograph of my friend Marila. There was no writing to accompany it, just the picture. I then went to the computer and hacked away at the archives again. I found a new message, originating from Pakistan that appeared to be a simple instruction. "Move forward. The day of the Muslims to rise up over the infidel and his friends will not be far away. Utopia will be upon us," was roughly how it translated. It appeared to be a direct instruction from Bin Laden probably sent through a few middle men for security. I made my mental notes and shut everything down.

Quietly, I slipped back into the corridor and crept back to the kitchen to stow my picking tools and made my way to my room. I was almost there when I passed by Reza's room. Just as I was passing, his door opened and the burly guard stood out into the corridor buck naked. His thick penis was already growing. He looked at me with a stern grin. I tried not to look startled. "What are you doing out this late?" he inquired.

"What do you think I was doing?" I shot back carefully. "I went to the kitchen for a snack. Sex makes me hungry," I sassed. I was about to continue walking but Reza put his hand up to my shoulder and turned me to him.

"I think that you come to see Reza, that's what I think. The old man is not enough for you. You need this," he said boldly while stroking his stiffening handle.

Thinking about the alternatives was mind boggling. It had only been a few days since he raped me. The distraction was effective however and it left me few options. I smiled coyly. "You know my secret. You're absolutely right. You are a real man," I said as I dropped to my knees and engulfed Reza's cock with my mouth. I pulled back his thick foreskin and made the head of his prick good and wet. At the same time I used two of my wet fingers and reached up under my gown. I shoved both fingers into my tight bum to loosen it up. I had been avoiding anal sex since the rape and had been sticking to sucking off my sugar daddy. I had half of Reza's cock down my throat when he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into his room, closing the door behind him. He pulled me by my hair to his bed and tossed me onto it. At least I had a mattress this time instead of the pantry table. Reza tied my wrists to the frame of his bed with me facing down. Once I was secure he pulled out his belt and began whipping my rear end with it. "Stop it fuck! Ow!" I shrieked. "You'll leave welts and Ras will see them!" I reasoned.

Reza, pulled back on my hair forcefully and slapped my face. "You don't tell me what to do, bitch!" he replied and leaned back to take one more hard crack across my bum. The sting ran through me to my teeth. I was still reeling from that blow as Reza grabbed hold of my hips and plunged his cock into me with a single hard thrust. I was more prepared for him this time but it tore me apart. Reza fucked me with equal vigor to his first rape. He tugged back on my hair as my arms were stretched to their limits. While in that position , I noted the personal photographs on Reza's night stand. They were family photos. One was of him and a man who looked like it was his brother when they were younger. The same two were in a more recent photo when I realized that the other man in the frame with Reza was the mystery man from the elevator in London. He was Reza's brother. The distraction was temporary. I was extremely uncomfortable as the pounding on my arse continued throughout the rest of the night. Eventually Reza finished with me and when I awoke from passing out, my wrists were untied. The sun was coming up through the window. Reza got up and kicked me out of his bed.

"Back to your own room, quickly," the bastard ordered. Come was running down my leg from my arse hole as I gingerly hobbled back to my room. I sat in the bath for an hour. I had not been able to get a message out and I wondered when I would have the another opportunity to do so. I decided against trying the office again. It was too risky. Reza would be watching me closer, even though his motives were misdirected, it was a problem for me. I would have to stay in Faquir's room all night if I wanted to avoid another rape. I would have to get out and into town to get the message out.

Reza had me on edge and I tried to stay close to Faquir at all times. Reza was always close by and waiting for his opportunity. He had very little fear of his employer. Being that close gave me little chance to get a message out. I carefully weighed my options. The days were ticking away and I had to do something. Three nights after my last rape I was able to make a signal from my window after changing into my evening gown and before heading to Faquir's room. I signaled that I had priority information and needed a soft extraction. That meant pulling me right out of the operation but without a bloodbath. I asked for the extraction during the next day. There was a pause then they replied to wait twenty four hours. I could hardly stand one more day of that hell but knew it had to be done.

The next day I was really looking forward to extraction. I was happier than I had been in days. I knew that during the night, I would be snuck out of the premises and back with my team. Faquir and I sat together on the covered deck having fresh fruit for brunch. He had been down and distracted over the past week and I figured it had something to do with the message from Bin Laden. My good mood seemed to have picked up his spirit a little that morning. "Tonight, I have a special treat for you my sweet baby," he grinned. A treat? Tonight? His surprises were always a cause for concern.

"What are you talking about darlin?" I inquired.

"Dancing! I know how much you like dancing. Tonight, we go to private party, you will dance and have a good time. Yes, fun and dancing, tonight my dear!" I was thrown for a loop. My extraction plans would be messed up with this unforeseen event. I didn't want to appear ungrateful and tried to show some enthusiasm about it.

"Yah! Sounds like fun it does," I cheered. I really hoped that the team would have close eyes on me. For the occasion, Tut had bought me a special outfit. It appeared to be a traditional belly dancing type outfit. It was pink and peach in color and made of silk and transparent chiffon scarfs. It included a gold jewel necklace and a gold coin belt. It had a headpiece which included a veil. I needed help figuring out how to put it on. When I had the full costume on I looked like Barbara Eden from I Dream of Genie. I felt quite silly and could not imagine myself going out in public looking like I did. I made myself a drink of Scotch four fingers high before leaving just to cope with the idea. Faquir seemed distracted the whole time and was not acting in his usual affectionate way.

We drove through the streets of old Greek town in the heart of the city and ended up on a back street and headed for a private door in a back ally. This place was no five star club. I was getting worried and my alert was going up. Something was definitely off. Faquir assured me that everything would be alright. I carefully took note of where Reza was at all times. I figured if there was any trouble, he would be the one to keep an eye on.

We knocked on the door and a scruffy man answered through a small crack. Faquir handed the man some cash and the door opened for us to enter. It was dark inside and I had to memorize the path we were taking. It was quiet inside, hardly the scene for dancing. My adrenaline was pumping as I thought for a moment that this would be the place they would kill me. There was a strange musty, floral smell hanging in the air. I could not figure it out but simply followed as Faquir led the way. We final made it to a curtained room. Pushing the beads aside, we entered a spacious and clean looking room dimly lit by candle light. It was large and decorated with Arab carpets, tapestries, and huge pillows. It almost looked like a sheik's tent but on a third floor of an old downtown building. Inside the air was smokey. About a dozen men dressed in long white cotton dressing shirts were laying about on the large pillows in complete comfort. Most of them had beards but appeared to at least be slightly cleaned up. From being in Egypt for over three months, I could tell that they were not peasants but most likely wealthy men. In the center of the room was an old fashion hookah pipe. Some of the men were dragging on it. I finally figured out the smell. They were smoking hashish from the pipe. The glazed eyes that were staring at me was further evidence to the fact. They were all most definitely having a good look at me. There were no women in the room, so I was feeling like a piece of sirloin. Men began greeting Faquir like an old buddy. They double kissed him and joked with him as only old friends do. I tried to begin studying faces. They were all looking very much alike and was cursing myself for indulging in that strong drink. After the preliminaries, Faquir stood in the center of the room and announced in Arabic that the entertainment for the night was here and to enjoy it as his gift to them. He then pointed to me. Music suddenly turned up from somewhere. A music system was somewhere in the room and was cranking out some horrid middle eastern rubbish. Faquir looked at me with some insistence in his eyes, urging me to begin. A night out dancing meant that I was supposed to dance, for the entertainment of others. The music was nothing that I was used to, but it had a beat which meant that I could move to it. I started dancing slowly, trying to perform like a harem girl in an old movie who's name escapes me. I swung my hips and ass in time to the beat and enticed with my arms. I moved around the room to the encouragement of the men. They seemed very pleased by my efforts. I used that to build up my confidence and really worked them. I made eye contact and teased the men with my feminine body. The music seemed to have no end, as one song turned into another without notice.

The cheering and the applause from my audience was encouraging and soon these old world Arabs were reaching for me to take a quick feel. I pulled back each time but there was a bloke everywhere I turned. I was getting frustrated and my rhythm was thrown off. Faquir noticed the problem and took me aside for a moment. "It's alright Shannon, these men are my good friends, they know that you are a boy. This is as close to Club Glitter as we have here in Egypt," he told me as he hugged me. He planted a friendly kiss on my still veiled cheek. "They will want to see you take off all of the veils, it is a tradition. You must not disappoint!" he emphasized. "Here, this will make it easier," Faquir told me as he handed me a pipe. I guessed that it was an hit of hash or pot and decided that a small hit would not hurt and it could help to get me through this torture. As Faquir lit the end, I drew back a lung of the smoke. Immediately my head went numb. I felt really good. The music was buzzing in my ears and I returned to the dancing. What ever it was, it was strong. Soon, hairy Arab hands were undressing me of my veils. I danced and my body was groped. Men were squeezing my titties and my bum as I moved about the crowd.

Next thing I knew I was down to only two small pink scarves attached to my belt. One hung in front and the other in back. I still had one over my mouth and one wrapped around my hair. My mind was floating from the pipe and my body seemed to move on its own. I was on the pillows and someone was running his hands all over me. I could feel his hands up my bum crack. My bare breasts were being suckled by someone else. Someone put another pipe in front of me and without thinking, I took another hit. The effects were immediate and I realized that no hashish was that powerful. The realization that I had just smoked opium was too late. My body and mind were no longer at my command. I was helpless. I looked up at Faquir and he was smiling and laughing at me. He was watching me being taken by all these men. It all turned into a daze. I could tell that I was being fucked. One after the other, the men mounted me and took a turn on my arse. I didn't feel any pain. I could barely feel anything. Someone had pulled off my face veil, and had his hairy crotch in my face. I was too stoned to concentrate so the man just held my head and fucked my face. I mas being pummeled from both ends. I can remember taking a blast of hot come across my face, followed by a roaring applause from the other men. One after another, they all took turns invading my body with their nasty pricks. I lost track of time and space. I passed out several times only to waken by someone going off into my face. My hair was stuck to my face from the copious amounts of sperm spayed onto it and I couldn't open my left eye. I was a rag doll at their disposal. I was a basket case.

My senses had abandon me. Images and sounds were my only recollections. My head started pounding like a migraine headache. After an unknown amount of time I was able to feel my body again. It was sore and aching. I managed to pry my one open and found the room still barely lit and quiet. I reached up and scraped away the dried come off the other eyelid enough to open it as well. A few men were left in the room, laying around, passed out naked on the pillows. Faquir was amongst them, nude, stoned and asleep. My sense of smell came back to me and it didn't do me any favors. I could smell the mixed aromas of come, urine, sweat and opium and they were all coming from me. I peeled a pillow away from my sore arse and attempted to move. My body felt like it weighed three times its normal weight. Ramhire was standing watch at the door and notice me struggling to get up. He offered me no help but simply laughed as I tried to pull myself to my feet. I stumbled to the doorway, bouncing off all of the walls. As I got there, Ramhire tried to stop me from leaving but when he saw the signs of distress associated with vomiting on me, he let me pass.

I bounced off the walls of the dark hallway as I retraced my steps out of the building. I was trying desperately to hold back the rushing tide building in my stomach. At the final exit I pushed past Mohammed and the house doorman who were sitting watching television by the door. I forced myself out into the ally. Mohammed followed behind me. I was two steps out of the door before I released the eruption of vomit from inside me. Mohammed just placed his hand on my shoulder when I turned to him and covered him with puke. I coughed up waves of spew until my guts were just heaving dry. Mohammed was so put off by being soiled, he ran away in horror, screaming and cursing me. The light of dawn was already coming up upon us and I was standing naked in a dirty ally, hung over and stinking. I must not have been a pretty sight as I was quickly scooped up by three men who had been sitting in a car parked at the end of the ally. They picked me up without effort and flung me into the car. It sped away quickly into the streets of Alexandria and away from the place of my nasty ordeal.

"You all right Blondie?" asked the man that I soon recognized as Dave. Someone else, Eddie, had thrown a blanket over me to cover me up. The driver I could soon tell was Mike. My body kept on dry heaving and shaking as we sped away.

"I will be, I will be," I managed to say before again passing out from exhaustion.

 

Hereford, England, July 16^th, 2001

 

We had eventually made it out of Egypt and back to the UK. My teammates took care of me and made sure that I survived after my ordeal in Alexandria. I had an IV drip in me for two days and had to overcome the worst hangover of my life. I was furious with myself for being so naive about the opium. These bastards were after all, the biggest traffickers of poppies in the world. The extraction took three days to get home in order not to raise suspicion with the Egyptians.

The Operation Stiletto in London was shut right down. I prepared a full report of my findings in Alexandria and was getting ready to present the information to the head of the MI6 and the CO of the Regiment. I had given the information verbally already to Dave after coming out of my short coma. He had radioed ahead and warned the head shed of what I told them. This meeting was more formal, and gave perspective on the big picture.

I was saddened to find out that one piece of the information puzzle was already too late. I had discovered that my friend Marila had left Belfast on her own accord. She had become bored and restless. After three months trapped in a flat without friends and not much excitement she decided to return to London. Maggie had to let her go. Marila figured that she would be safe and even Maggie could not argue with that. She knew that Faquir was occupied. Her role in this was playing my aunt and could not stop Marila from leaving realistically anyway. She had made the attempt to persuade Marila to stay but it was in vain.

Marila fell off of the MI6 radar in June and they did not hear anything for two weeks. A police report then caught there attention. The body of a transsexual woman was found in a rubbish bin in west London. She was still dressed but had two 9 mm bullets in the back of her skull. The police first treated the findings as a prostitution case that turned bad or the work of a pimp. The body was identified as that of Marila Fox or Bradley Cooper as it stated on the death certificate. It was obvious that it was the job of a professional and MI6 took over the case. The funeral was held in Birmingham and only a small crowd attended. Maggie showed up and admitted that she openly wept. Marila was indeed a beautiful human being. I made a mental note to go visit her grave at the first available time.

The name of Marila's assassin was Omar Shamat, brother of Reza Shamat, who was the man from the elevator. He was a hit man. That was the purpose of Faquir's trip when I first met him. He was not recruiting a new cell. He was here to get rid of Marila. I explained this deduction to the board. Omar, like his brother had been a paramilitary specialist in Egypt. He had been in prison there before. After his release, he had disappeared. MI6 didn't know if he was still in the UK but found it unlikely that he would have stuck around. They decided to put him up on Interpol, wanted for murder.

It started as a nerve wracking day. How would I look? I decided to stay in feminine mode. None of my male clothes looked right on me at the moment. My figure was too girly. The breasts were the biggest factor. My hair was way too long and full to tie up anyway. Even when the boys threw some coveralls on me to get me out of Egypt, other servicemen mistook me for a woman. Instead of fighting it, I decided to work it. I fixed my hair up and put on my makeup. I chose a lighter pink shade of lipstick and eye shade. I selected a conservative grey tweed skirt suit and grey nylon stockings. I wore my most conservative pair of black pumps to complete the ensemble. I was nervous and my stomach was not settled. It had been a rough few days since the night in the opium den.

Joining the brass at our meeting was an American CIA official. They had been told about our findings and were very interested to hear more details. Luckily, everyone at the meeting did their best to make me feel comfortable. Dave stuck close by the entire time and gave me encouraging winks. He led off the report with the overview of the operation and his personal observations. He was concise, and kept it very formal, like a lawyer at a trial. I was then asked to report. I cleared my throat and spoke in my usual female voice. I had all but forgotten how to speak in low male tones. I tried as Dave did to be formal and concise which was not easy, considering the nature of the relationships and the circumstances involved. I tried to limit the use of cultural slang, like 'trannies', for instance. I also left out a great number of details about the sexual relations involved. I attempted to skirt that topic completely but had to admit some inescapable realities. I made it my point to emphasize the details of my findings in Faquir's office. I told them about the connection with Reza and his brother and how I had correctly deduced Omar's role in Marila's murder. Unfortunately, it was too late to save her.

I also emphasized that time was critical, as the end of the summer was the rough time frame for a major offensive against the west. I told them of the evidence linking Faquir's contacts to the planned offensive. MI6 had a large number of suspects under close observation as a result. I told them about the pilot training in the United States and that it was likely that the offensive, at least in the US would involve using passenger airliners as weapons. The CIA official almost fell off of his seat when I raised that suspicion. The gentleman seemed very agitated and began prying for more details. I told him everything that I knew but he still wanted more.

"Don't you have any names of operatives in the United States? Are they planning on bringing in people?" he questioned. I was unable to give him any names. That had been an unsuccessful attempt on my behalf. I did tell him that I believed that the cell was already in the US and most likely in the Boston area, as Faquir had traveled specifically to that city. It wasn't good enough for the CIA man and he kept bugging me for more. It was upsetting, because they had failed to trace Faquir while he was there despite MI6's warnings to them. Finally the chief MI6 official stood up and told the CIA man as much prompting the CIA man to sit down and compose himself. My report lasted approximately twenty minutes followed by half an hour of questions and answers. A few others spoke after I did including our Operations Officer who updated the situation in Afghanistan where the Northern Alliance was once again gaining ground on the Taliban thanks to our help. The Americans seemed very interested in the operation and suggested adding some of their own Special Forces personnel in with ours.

After that, we all took a break. I went with the rest of my team to the mess for a bite. Many of the Regiment's members would stop by and say hello to Dave and give me inquisitive looks, wondering who the hell I was. It was rare to have women in there and nobody was recognizing me. I am sure a few of them had pieced together the puzzle when they saw the four of us sitting together as a patrol usually does. I am sure the rumor mill was alive and well from that point on. It would be interesting how my fellow SAS troopers would react to one of their own living as a woman. Although many woman from MI6 have worked along side the SAS, mostly in Ireland, to help members blend in better, there have never been any female troopers in the Regiment. The fact that I was probably more woman than man at that point, was a convincing argument to that fact. Later that day, I actually had a bloke from the Squadron recognize me. "Holy Fuck Blondie, is that really you, mate?" was his outburst.

I could only smile back and say, "How have you been Paul? Losing more hair now I see." His jaw was on the ground as he stared at me walking away, clicking my heels. The afternoon meetings were a quick wrap up and were mainly arrangements for more meetings. I was glad to have that over with none the less.

The next day was back to training with a full day on the ranges. I was saddened when I clipped my long fingernails. To start training again meant giving up my glamorous female life. I did not wear makeup, and pulled my hair as tight as I could to slip under a hat. I wore my female issue combat clothing, which made me feel a little more natural. I still looked like I belonged in the women's Corps. I had stopped taking the hormone pills since I returned from Egypt but the effects would take time before any results would show. Then there were the breast implants that were impossible to conceal. My shooting needed work. I had been away from Army training too long and would have to work hard to regain my skills. We spent most of the week on the ranges, using a variety of weapons. We also took a hike through the Beacons which I found extremely difficult. My body wasn't ready for the labor of carrying the heavy load at the high altitude. Spending time on base made more people curious. Everyone kept asking who the girl was hanging about with Dave's patrol. On another day we had the use of a small aeroplane for the weekend and tried to get as many skydive jumps in as possible. I hadn't jumped in so long that I felt more awkward than on my first jump nine years previous. My body was different. My balance was off, having breasts. It took ten jumps before I found a comfortable body position for free fall. It would take several more before I could be ready for an operational jump.

Our next meeting with the head shed was very sober. Options were being discussed on what to do next. The first recommendation was from our CO. He suggested a simultaneous take down of the known contacts, using a mix of SAS troops for the hard cases and police on softer targets. He also recommended that a sniper team be sent to Egypt to take out Faquir. I was salivating at the idea of getting the green light on that job.

The MI6 official recommended bringing in the foreign agencies to deal with the al Qaeda suspects on their own soil, using the SAS to take down the suspects on our own soil, and letting Faquir go so that they could continue to monitor his actions.

The CIA man wanted to hold off on any take downs until more information could be gathered on the al Qaeda cell in his country. He also recommended that I go back in again one more time to find out more details about the plans against his country. A chill ran up my spine at the thought of having to endure any more time with that fat bastard. For a few hours, they all argued each other's points. Finally, someone asked my opinion. I told them straight up, "I agree with the Colonel. I say we take them all out as soon as possible. I volunteer to take down Faquir myself."

Nothing was decided on that day, as higher level politicians on both sides of the Atlantic would have to consider all the options. In the mean time, the CO called me into his office for a private meeting. "Blondie, I am very concerned about your present condition," he began. "I have been pleased by your dedication and the results that it has yielded. However, it has changed you and you cannot continue to go on like this and stay on with the Regiment." There it was. The price for my sacrifice was to be kicked out of the SAS. It was heartbreaking. I sucked back my emotions as I knew that it would only solidify the case against me. Still, I had to make a case for myself.

"Sir, I know that no women have ever served as troopers before but I am training hard and feel that I can perform as good as I ever have in the past," I fought. He showed no signs of conceding on the topic.

Shaking his head, the Colonel stated, "You will have to completely undergo a reversal on your appearance. That means getting those things removed." He was pointing to my boobs at the time. "Outside of that, you will have to be returned to your unit," the CO said meaning that I would have to transfer back to the Signal Corps. Although I could probably stay female in Signals and end up with rank of Sergeant or higher, I probably would not get a para unit or even a front line combat unit. Most likely, I would end up in a rear echelon job. I loathed the idea. There was no choice really, turn back into a man or get right out. The truth was that I felt more natural and comfortable as a woman than I ever did as a man. I had to figure out a decision without looking too unenthusiastic about making the transition back to my old self.

"What about the mission, sir?" I asked. "Are we done for sure or do you still want me in my role like the Yank asked for?" I added.

"As far as I'm concerned, we are done with that assignment. If the Yanks want to go back at him, they should send in one of their own," The commander stated. He paused and turned his eyes away before letting out a soft sigh. "Still, Army brass wants me to keep that option open for a little while longer, until a final decision is made. It's in the politicians hands now. You have another month to stay as you are now. You can continue to train as always but I won't send you on any more missions like you are now. After that, its change back or RTU." With that I was dismissed from the old man's office and went back to work, more depressed than I had been in ages.

I took out my emotional aggression on the ranges and in my training. I worked harder than ever and struggled to regain my past level of readiness. I could not screw up during this time as it only give the old man more reason to justify his decision. In the hot August sun, I humped up and down the mountains with my bergen and full kit. Word traveled quickly around the Regiment and soon everyone knew who the blond 'woman' in Delta Squadron was. I continued to dress female in my off duty time, not bothering to make an effort to try to look masculine. I had only one month and wanted to make the most of that time.

My personal relationships began reshaping. After the trauma of the opium den, I didn't feel like being touched for a while. Dave was supportive of me the entire time. He supported me openly by acting like my body guard around the unit. If anyone wanted to mess with me, they would have to go through Dave first. In private, Dave acted lovingly. He did not pressure me but was very tender and sympathetic to my situation. I could not stay in my barracks room any more and had temporarily moved in with Maggie. It wasn't long after moving in with her that we began fooling around again. She was supportive of me too, but her friendship was more of a sisterly bond than a sympathetic one. Maggie just liked having sex with me. It had been many months since the two of us were together and we had to make up for some lost time. Some nights I would spend with Dave. At first, we just would lay together and cuddle. He was very patient. Eventually, my own instincts kicked in and the two of us were at it once again. Many mornings arrived with me sitting on top of my boss, straddling his body with my soft arse impaled on his massive erection. Of course, once Eddie and Mike found out that I was fucking Dave again, they wanted some action too. I had most of my free time divided between Dave and Maggie but I did manage to get a night out with my patrol buddies and ended up as the meat in another sandwich.

Time was soon running out. It was scary how long the political types took to make a decision. If was up to us, all the al Qaeda bastards would be in body bags, including Faquir. In one meeting with the brass, the CIA man had the embarrassing task of telling us all that they had wrote a full threat analysis, and tried to get their new president to read it and make some kind of decision on it but he never bothered to read it as he was on vacation. The tentative plan was close to the MI6 suggestion of having local agencies deal with their own domestic threats. They had already talked to the French, Spanish and other European spy agencies. If any one group was to make a move, the operation to take them all down would be launched simultaneously. As the CO had promised, my team would be left out of the raids that would take place here in the UK. We would be assigned to monitor operations at the command post. We would have to be content with sitting back and watching. For now, every thing was on hold.

By August thirty first we had reached my deadline. Nothing happened on that day as we had our second operation postponement. The delays were due to the American's pushing for their plan and the lack of direction from their executive authority. The new plan called for the European countries to act alone and take down the known cells. The Yanks had been closely watching Faquir's activities along side of our MI6 agents in Egypt but had no luck getting close to him. They had not managed to come up with any fresh bait like me. It didn't help that Faquir had been sitting tight and not traveling in two months. The CIA man continued to push for another attempt by me to gain information from up close. My CO continued to refuse but I received an extension on my decision for another month.

On September second, police and security forces in six countries took down nine operational al Qaeda cells and made nineteen arrests. Four known operatives went down under fire resisting capture. During the London raid, Dave, Eddie, Mike and I sat in the command post van monitoring the radio chat and coordinating with the police. The grocery store man and two new Syrian men who had just arrived in the country were arrested. They were planning on bombing the London subway system. Interrogations took place over the next two days. Our professionals had a go at trying to extract information about the US cell but even they were convinced that the local cell manager only knew about his own operation and nothing about other foreign assignments.

I had been dealing with Hugh Johnson, the CIA representative from the United States, for a number of weeks. He was a frustrated man. His office was determined to have me sent back in to gleam more information from close contact with Ras Faquir, a known money man for al Qaeda. British authority so far had not permitted that option to go through. On the mission debrief on September third, 2001, Mister Johnson was as adamant as ever. "Gentleman, even our president has instructed us that we cannot proceed any further without more information," the CIA man declared.

"Mister Johnson, feel free to use your own people if you want to get more out of Ras Faquir," our MI6 representative replied as he had for several weeks now. There was also the option to take down Faquir, extradite him and use force and coercion to get him to tell all of his secrets. This option had been weighed by us for months but we had ruled it out on a basis that it would salt the already fragile relationship with the Egyptian government. We wanted them on our side but in the same breath, we could not trust them completely. They had been left out of the loop with Faquir as we feared that some members of the government would be sympathetic to al Qaeda and compromise our mission. On the other hand, if they knew what we had been doing in their country with one of its most influential businessmen then diplomacy between the UK and Egypt would hit its lowest point since the Suez crises. All things considered, that option was not being considered.

I received yet another week of grace while the situation unfolded. All the normal spy networks had been watching and listening closely to see what kind of reaction there would be to all the arrests throughout Europe. The CIA was keeping as close an eye on our King Tut as they possibly could.

 

September 9^th, 2001

 

"The situation has changed gentlemen," Hugh Johnson said with alarm in his voice. The black room at the Kremlin had its usual cast of regulars present. The CO, MI6, Special branch, my Squadron OC, Dave, Eddie, Mike and myself. I excused the gentlemen remark even though I was dressed in a red and black plaid skirt, and a red scoop neck sweater, nylons, pumps and had on makeup. It was not a time to get upset about semantics. "At fifteen hundred hours zulu yesterday, Ras Faquir left his home in Alexandria with several suitcases. His entire staff was dismissed accept for his body guards. Here are photos of them leaving his home," Johnson stated. We all glimpsed at the slide show of photos showing the chubby bastard and his flunkies packing up outside his home.

"How can we be sure about the staff?" our OC asked.

"Our people casually polled his cook and a maid in Alexandria. We gleamed that Faquir paid them off, ten thousand pounds each and told them not to come around to the house anymore," the CIA man said. "The entourage then traveled to his factory where he signed papers with the companies lawyer turning over control to the local manager and severing any ties the company," he continued. This was a major move. He was running. Had he found out that he was being watched? What had spooked him? Why now? Our room of experts all sat around looking at one other for answers. He was pulling plug but where would he go and what would he do? The CIA man was looking worried and desperate.

"Any ideas about where he would be going?" our CO asked.

"No, but he has checked himself into the Palestine Hotel in the city. He paid cash. We think that he may use the private jet that his company owns to leave the country. He has used it in the past," Mister Johnson continued.

"What exactly does your president think of all this and does he have a plan to deal with the threats that we have warned about?" the MI6 man asked his foreign counterpart.

The worried CIA man started turning a shade of red which contrasted his usual green complection. "Actually, we are working on our own here. The director has been unsuccessful getting the president's attention on this matter," he stated with some embarrassment.

"I am now willing to authorize an operation to eliminate Faquir but only once he has left Egypt," our CO boldly answered. That brought a smile to my face despite the knowledge that it would not help gain any useful intelligence.

"The Prime Minister is not willing to go that far at this point. He wishes us to pursue a course that will help the Americans to get any more information from the target as possible," our government spokesperson chimed in. All eyes then turned to me. I knew what that meant and I didn't like it. I would have to go back in again one more time.

The threat was credible. Faquir had my friend Marila killed after she had left him. I already knew just how dangerous his people could be. Taking the soft option in this case when tension was high was a high risk move. We had been working on a background story just in case this scenario did unfold. I would contact my ex-lover and sugar daddy. I would tell him that on the night of my gang bang at the opium den, I was abducted and taken away by Arab men who took me away and used me for prostitution. I will tell him that I was beaten and given drugs to force me to do their bidding. I will tell Faquir that the men did not speak English and I never knew where I was. The reason for my contact was simply that I escaped and made my way back to Alexandria using some money that I stole from the kidnappers. I would tell him that I had made contact with the British consulate but that I could not leave Egypt without my passport which still happened to be in Faquir's possession. The hope was that it would explain my absence for almost two months and that I could still have a friendly footing with the man who otherwise must be furious with me. The story would stand up on the account that I had not been near London, the Glitter nightclub, or my old job at the video store. I had been off of my hormone pills during this time and that was a perfect fit into my story. My appearance had not changed much in that time mainly because I still had tits. Faquir, as close as he had been to me, might notice any subtle changes in me. It was a loose alibi at best but it would have to do.

We flew out of London immediately that night and ended up in Alexandria. Our mission would begin with contacting the spies on the ground watching Faquir. They were Americans this time instead of our own people. I hoped that it would not make a difference. They showed us around and took us to the swank uptown hotel that our man was staying in. The first part our mission included securing a room as close as possible to Faquir's. He was staying in a suite on the top floor. The CIA had reserved a room using a phoney name on the same floor. Mike was our front man this time, posing as a businessman and securing the only available room left on the top floor. We quietly made our way up to the room and snuck in. Right away we got to work on the phone lines. At the junction box, we made a tap from Faquir's room so that we could monitor any calls made from his room phone or any call coming in. The CIA men then issued us with the latest updated photos of Faquir and his activities. He had contacted the local airport. That meant that he probably was planning on leaving the country. The American spies had been to Faquir's house and broke in to look around after it was vacated. Nothing was left of Faquir's computer. It had been smashed and the hard drive was degaussed. All of his other movements had been routine. The photos indicated that our man was carrying a laptop computer with him. That would be an item that we would want to get our hands on.

We spent the next few hours checking weapons and hatching a plan. We had chosen silenced pistols as our main firepower. The Sig Saur pistols were lightweight and easy to hide. Silencers would keep any panic from ensuing should the situation go loud. We only hoped that it wouldn't. We also brought along two H&K MP5 9mm sub-machine guns. A secret weapon that I brought was a knock out drug called Roffonol. We started running the plan over and over again. Reza was the most dangerous of the three guards and would be the first one dropped if it came down to firefight. Mike and Eddie would both be keyed on him. If it became necessary to split up; they would have eyes on Reza. Dave would be closer to me and ready to jump in. He would be disguised as a hotel employee and if necessary he could make contact with me at any time to arm me or to pass a message back and forth. We worked out our code words for immediate actions. I would most certainly be searched by Reza so I could not wear a transmitter or a gun when making the initial contact.

We wanted to isolate Faquir so that he and I could be alone. I would then try to get him passive enough to read his laptop. Once I found the evidence I needed I would call for room service and Dave would arrive for me to pass the information onto. I would then wait for him to relay the information and come back with instructions. They would be either to simply extract, to arrest Faquir, or to eliminate him. The CIA man confirmed that Faquir was using one of his known mobile phone numbers so that worked in our favor. I chose an outfit that looked like I had stolen or bought cheap. I had expensive but used undergarments. The white silk bra and panties were something a prostitute would own. The dress was a long sleeve white cotton, knee length dress that buttoned up the front. I wore very little makeup and my hair was just nice enough not to look like I had been to a salon. The idea was to look good enough to fuck but not so good as to look like I had been living well off. I went bare legged, smooth and shaved with some sensible, low heel shoes. We were ready. It was zero three hundred local time and King Tut was sound asleep in his room with one guard walking around. They seemed to be taking shifts. Reza had started, but Mohammed was up for a few hours and at the moment, Ramhire had just taken his place. It meant that the current guard was always fresh but it also meant that they would all be tired the next day.

Dave wanted me to rest up. I would have a long day ahead of me and need to be frosty but I was too wound up to sleep. I tried putting my head down but my mind was racing too fast to sleep. He climbed onto the big king size bed with me and spooned up behind me. It didn't seem to matter to him that four other people were in the room with us. Dave stroked my hair gently. He nuzzled up to my ear and whispered to me, "Everything is going to work out fine. I won't let anything happen to you." His words gave me comfort and I felt safe. I smiled and my heart raced a little slower. Dave sensed my comfort and kissed the back of my neck. He whispered one more thing to me this time, "I love you Blondie."

I slept for a few hours but soon the hive was buzzing with activity. Faquir's guards were all awake and the three of them had shown themselves in the hallway. We would have to get moving. At the right moment, I was snuck out with Eddie and Mike. We went out the back entrance of the hotel and drove up the road, near where the British consulate was located. We had located a public phone and that would be the one that I would use. We made contact with Dave first. Everything was going well. Faquir was late getting up and he ordered some room service food and coffee. It was time to phone.

Faquir answered his own mobile phone and greeted 'hello' in Arabic. "Ras honey, is that really you!" I asked.

In a mumbled attempt at English, Faquir replied, "Who is this? How do you know who I am?"

"Ras, its me Shannon! I'm okay, I'm alive," I over played.

"Shannon? What's going on? Where are you?" he asked in complete confusion.

"I'm in the city, not far from the British consulate. I can't believe I made it back here. I am so glad that I remembered your mobile number. Honey, I'm so glad that I found you. The house was closed up and your other phone is disconnected."

""What do you mean? What are you talking about?" he blurted, still completely confused.

"Darlin' I'm back in Alexandria, and I need to see you! I have been living a nightmare for the past two months," I pleaded.

There was an awkward silence and some muffled background talking before Faquir returned to the phone. "Look, Shannon, forget it, I cannot see you, I am leaving soon and you will not see me again. You should just go back home, okay?" he replied with an air of superiority.

"You can't leave yet, where are you going?" I tried to sound surprised. He did not answer. "Look baby, all I really want is to go home but I can't. They won't let me. You still have my passport. That's why I have to see you," I reasoned. I added,"You still have it, don't you?"

There was again another long silence before the answer came, indicating that Faquir was consulting someone else. "I am sorry but I don't have time to help you. They will let you travel, you just have to keep trying," was his reluctant response.

"I told the consulate official that my passport was being held by a friend who I couldn't find. They told me that I should go to the police and they could track you down. I really don't want to do that," I said.

"Okay, I give it back to you, but you will leave Egypt immediately, yes?" he said, giving into my blackmail.

"Yes, all I want to do is to go home," I answered.

"Okay, tell me where you are, I will send someone to get you," he said.

"No, I am on the street and I have a taxi waiting right now, tell me where you are, I'll come to you," I demanded.

Again, there was a long pause before he answered me back, "Palestine hotel, I will meet you in the lobby in twenty minutes."

I hung up the phone and turned to Mike, "We're on, the lobby in two zero minutes." Our CIA man drove the taxi back to the hotel and dropped me off out front. My escort party was close behind. As we pulled up, I noticed Dave, dressed in a bellman outfit standing near the doorway.

Ramhire was out front as well waiting for my arrival. Dave had a close eye on him. I smiled at Ramhire and tried to appear harmless. My delicate white outfit was selected to give that effect. He approached me and gave me a subtle pat down. He appeared to just be greeting me but he was looking for signs of a weapon or a wire. Satisfied, he directed me inside and lead me to the lounge. Waiting for me inside was Reza who gave me a less subtle pat down searching me more thoroughly than his understudy. Once he was satisfied that I was no threat, he lead me inside to a private table where Faquir was sitting. He was dressed in his blond suit with a yellow neck tie. He looked distressed to see me but when I forced a smile at him he returned it with a glowing grin.

"Shannon, so good to see you," he told me as I gave him a friendly hug. I sat and joined him while we had a cup of coffee. "So, I must know, what happened to you? Where did you go for two months without a passport?" he inquired.

"Sure, it is a long story darlin', have we got time?" I asked trying to judge his time of departure.

"Yes, plenty of time, I have all day," he answered as he checked his wristwatch. I then proceeded to go on in length about how I ran out into the street on the night of the gang bang at the opium house to throw up. I reminded him that I was practically naked. I then told him that I was abducted and taken away in a car. I was so stoned that I didn't see who was with me or know where we were going. I thought that I had been arrested but they ended up being criminals. They took me to Cairo and cleaned me up. None of them spoke English and I was forced to have sex with them and other strange men who came in and paid to fuck me. They kept me there for a few weeks before driving out into the desert and selling me to some other men who took me to a seaside town and forced me into prostitution there. I could tell that my story had Faquir excited. It was right up his alley. Even if it sounded unbelievable, he would want to believe it. I told him that I was beaten and threatened every day. I looked for an opportunity to escape and eventually I was able to find one. I told how I stole money and a car from one of them and escaped during the night. I drove until the car would go no farther then found my way to a town where I purchased clothes. I then searched for days to find anyone who could speak English and eventually found help. Some people got me a ride on a caravan which arrived in Alexandria a few days ago. I told the bastard that I tried to find him first but had no luck at the house and decided to go to the consulate for help. The consulate would not help me without a passport. That's when I placed the call. He really seemed to enjoy my sordid tale and he showed some sympathy along with his obvious lust. Despite my slightly more toned and less feminine look, I still had him wrapped around my finger.

We sat and talked about my ordeal over coffee and then I asked him again for my passport. "So soon Shannon, we still have plenty of time," he answered indicating that he was right for the picking. My flirtation had worked and I started to play it up heavy. I put my hand on his lap and his hand found a place on my bare leg. "Besides, I have your passport upstairs, in my room," he announced. "I have a beautiful suite, big bed, and a bottle of Scotch whiskey," he enticed.

I grinned the devil's grin and batted my eyelashes at the sweaty man. "So would you like me to go upstairs with you to get it? I could really go for a real drink and we could say goodbye to each other properly," I invited.

That seemed to make it easy for him. For all I knew, he may have had the passport with him or maybe he didn't have it at all. He summoned Reza and told him that we were going upstairs. In Arabic, Reza argued with his boss and reminded him of the time. Faquir's cock was speaking for him as he chastised his guard for being insubordinate.

The entire entourage went up to Faquir's suite and before going inside, Reza had a look around. Mohammed had been out loading the car with belongings indicating that they were getting ready to leave. It was now or never. I would only have this one chance. Reza did not look pleased with his employer's decision and his cold stare was boring a hole into me. I noticed the laptop computer still sitting on desk in the room. That was it.

"So sweety, are we going to be alone here? I don't really like being watched," I told Faquir as I gently stroked his arm. Satisfied that we were safe and that I was no real threat, he dismissed his crew, telling them to load up the car and to wait downstairs in the lobby. They did as they were instructed.

"So, I am dying for a real drink. It's been so long," I begged while Faquir kissed my arm from my tiny wrist up to my shoulder. Reluctantly, he went and fetched the bottle of Scotch. He poured us both a drink and handed one off. He was about to toast me farewell but I interrupted him and told him to grab some ice. While he was on the other side of the room getting the ice, I pulled out the tablets that I had smuggled inside my bra. I dropped two into Faquir's drink and they dissolved immediately. After freshening our glasses with ice, we drank a toast. Faquir finished quickly and resumed kissing my exposed flesh wherever he could find it. Eventually I let him kiss me on the mouth and I tried desperately not to vomit.

Fat boy quickly made my dress fall to the floor and my bra and panties soon followed. He then encouraged me toward the bed and lay me down on my back. After kissing feverishly for several minutes, he went to work sucking on my nipples. They were still very sensitive and it made me squirm. Faquir took a break and frantically began undressing. I let him do all the work as I knew that the drug worked faster when the victim had a higher heart rate. I could see him sweating and panting as he undressed. Naked, Faquir climbed up on the bed and straddled my head. His hard cock stuck right into my face. As much as I hated to, I opened my lips and allowed his meat to enter. I sucked on him for a few minutes until he pulled it out and slid forward so that his arsehole was over my face. I rimmed his hole and probed it with my tongue which really got him hot. He couldn't wait any longer and rolled me over onto my front. He propped up my bottom with a pillow and began pressing his erection into my bum. He slid right in and instinctively began to pound away in his familiar fashion. He stroked my arsehole fast and hard and I could hear his breathing getting more and more labored. Next thing I knew, I felt all of Faquir's weight on my back. His eyes were glassed over and he was drooling onto my shoulder. The fat bastard made sure he came inside my rectum before passing out. I rolled his limp body off of me and onto his back. I checked and made sure that he was out. I wouldn't have lost any sleep if he had a heart attack and died but his vitals were stable. He would just think that he fell asleep after sex like he always did with an assist from the drink.

I threw my clothes back on after wiping the spent semen from my thigh on the bed linen. I hurried over to the desk and opened up Faquir's laptop. Once again I had to break the basic encryption but it only took five minutes. Soon I was able to get into all of the files on his hard drive. Scanning the Arabic took longer than it would have in English but I found his travel itinerary, which indicated that he was flying on a private plane to Yemen and then onto Kabul, Afghanistan. He was set to leave early in the morning, four o'clock local time. I kept searching and used the words 'American' and 'airplane' to speed up my search. I then found the shocking news. The hair on my neck stood up. Four commercial jetliners, highjacked at the same time, flown by suicide volunteers, hitting New York and Washington at the same time taking out the World Trade Center, the Capitol building and the Pentagon. Even the flight numbers were listed. The timing was set for the morning of Tuesday, September 11^th, 2001. That was less than twenty fours away! I quickly scribbled down the flight numbers and the times onto a small piece of note paper. I checked again that the target was still sleeping and picked up the room's only telephone.

"Room service, I need some biscuits and some tea, right away please. Suite one, please hurry!" I ordered in code to the recognizable voice of Dave on the other end.

"Right away madam," he answered. I then grabbed a ten pound note and rolled up the message inside the money. I waited by the door patiently. After five minutes of agonizing waiting, the knock on the door came. I peeped out first to make sure it was Dave. He was wearing a house uniform and pushing a service trolley. He did easily pass fair enough as a local with his facial hair grown in and his dark tan but I still thought that Mike would have been a better choice. That was Dave's call. He wanted to be closest to me on this one. Mike and Eddie would be keeping a close watch on the three guards wherever they might be. I unlocked and opened the door. Dave pushed the cart inside and had a look around. He could see Faquir passed out on the bed.

My boss could see the urgency in my eyes as I handed him the tip and said, "Thank you, this is for you." I took the Sig Saur pistol from under the napkin and put it onto the desk. He put the message into his pocket and started to leave the room. "Oh, wait a minute, you brought coffee, I asked for tea," I told him using the code for the mission completed. He would then consult HQ and bring back instructions. I could only hope that would give me the green light to kill the pig asleep on the bed.

"Yes madam, my apologies, I will bring you a pot of tea, I should be back in five to ten minutes," Dave said with a thick Arabic accent. We exchanged a smile and, looking into his deep blue eyes, I could see he shared my joy in seeing that we were so close to the successful end of this mission. Dave could not help himself and quickly indulged himself with a quick kiss. I shared the loving moment by softly receiving the kiss but pulled away quickly enough to remind him of the urgency of the message.

"Hey, I love you too," I quietly whispered. Dave sighed and reluctantly pulled himself away. He left the room and headed for our makeshift office to pass on the message. I closed the door and picked up my pistol, pointing it toward Faquir's snoring, prone figure and saying, "Bang! Bang!" as I took mock shots at him.

I waited and waited for the next ten minutes. I was going crazy, waiting for the final word. It felt like hours. I knew that it could take time, as it took five minutes just to relay the message up the pipe. Waiting for a political decision from up top was the obvious cause for a delay and was to be expected. Finally after twelve minutes of waiting, a knock came to the door. I sprung to my feet in the wild anticipation of hearing the news from Dave. Either way, we were done and we would soon be on our way with a major disaster averted. My simple mistake was that I was anticipating Dave at the door and did not think to have my pistol at the ready. I just unlocked the door and opened it. 'Crack' I felt a blunt knock on my head as I went crashing to the floor. The lights were growing dim as I faded out of consciousness. The last image I remembered was that of Omar walking into the room.

 

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