97D: Spies versus Spies (FvsM), by Gark

Part 3 in the 97D saga, as told from Bryce’s point of view

[Background/Setting: West Germany, December 1951, at our Bavarian cottage just outside of Ruhpolding - roughly midway between our posting at the U.S. consulate in Munchen, and Salzburg, Austria.]

I awoke abruptly, doused by a glass of water splashing against my face me. I shook my head back and forth, trying to regain my senses. As my eyes cleared, I saw a tall, buxom woman standing over me. Despite the water, I was still badly disoriented. Where was I? Was I again dreaming of that day in 1945 when I’d fought my beloved Petra for the first time? Another glass of water splashed across my face, and I finally realized where I was - our holiday cottage at the base of the German Alps.

A vicious slap across the face alerted me to my present circumstance. As hard as it was to believe, here I was, yet again in this position, stripped to my underpants and tied to a chair. But this time I was in the kitchen of our cottage, and my assailant wasn’t Petra/97D, who was now my wife. Instead, this woman must be a Communist agent.

As my head cleared further… from the chloroform, I believe… I began to recall the circumstances that had returned me to this familiar state of affairs. It was near Christmas and I’d heard a pair of carolers singing Stille Nacht outside our front door, and had gone outside to listen. Petra was out on her exercise regime, running her 10 km route through the nearby forest, so I was alone in the cottage.

I should have been suspicious of the two women, especially when I noted their greater than average height & near perfect physiques. And, our cottage was fairly isolated from any neighbors, so how had they come to be here? But with their beautiful singing, I’d let my guard down. I listened for a time and then turned around momentarily to get them some cookies and cocoa. Before I knew it, two pairs of arms clamped around me, and a chloroform rag was put to my face. As I struggled against the inevitable, I’d managed to activate a micro-switch near the door that turned on a tiny signal light, which would alert Petra to the danger.

Only one of the two assailants was present now, the other no doubt searching the house. This one looked very physically fit. She’d shed her overcoat, revealing a light blouse and a dark skirt. Her face was uncovered, which meant that I was to die once they’d gathered whatever information they could. I looked her over closely, realizing from the small scar just below her right ear that this one was Tatiana, a Russian. Her partner was Renate, an East German. Together, they were referred to by Western intelligence as the ‘twins,’ a very dangerous and cunning pair of agents brazenly stealing secrets from the West. They weren’t really twins. In fact, they weren’t even sisters, or even looked that much alike - Tatiana with blond hair & Renate with a dark shade of red. But their deadly habits were much the same and they dressed similarly, hence the ‘Twins’ name. Tatiana & Renate had presumably been adversaries during the war, but now they were on the same side - the Communist side. Their story was not unlike that of Petra & myself, other than our obvious affiliation - Tatiana & I favored the West.

Speculation was that the twins had become lesbian lovers. They were known to still prefer the WWII killing techniques - brassiere/garrote for Renate & silk scarf/garrote for Tatiana. I glanced up at Tatiana, and sure enough, she was wearing a light yellow silk scarf… definitely large enough for her evil intent.

Tatiana & Renate were definitely a deadly duo, and I knew our chances of getting out of this alive were not good. At least there were no firearms, that is, if the twins stuck to their usual modus operandi. But unless Petra could turn the tables on our foes, and very soon, it would all be over for me… and possibly Petra, too.

“You are helpless, American spy,” Tatiana informed me. “There is no hope of rescue. We will easily capture Petra when she returns, and kill you both. But there is one hope… at least for Petra. Tell me where the secret microfilm is located and Renate & myself can be out of here before Petra returns, thereby sparing her life. Although for you, well… things don’t look very hopeful.”

I knew it was a ruse, and that stalling was my only hope of survival. “There’s no way you’ll let either of us live. I’ll tell you nothing!”

Unfortunately, the ruse was ineffective. Tatiana slapped me hard across the face and my head snapped back roughly - and then another slap, and another, and another. Then Tatiana was behind me, unfastening her scarf and placing it around my neck. She sturdied herself against the back of the chair, and then viciously yanked back on the scarf, severely cutting off my air supply. As I choked and gagged, I wondered if this was my time to go. But then Tatiana suddenly relented. She’d apparently heard a noise, halting my impending death by mere moments.

“Oh… the back door… Petra has returned to meet her fate,” Tatiana whispered in my ear. Before I could gather my wits, Tatiana stuffed a nearby dishtowel in my mouth. I had no way to warn Petra. All now depended on whether Petra had noticed the tiny signal light!

All was quiet for a few moments, and then I heard a muffled cry, followed a moment later by a dragging sound. The kitchen door opened… it was Petra!! And she was dragging an unconscious Tatiana behind her. When Petra saw me, she dropped Tatiana to the floor and came quickly to my side. I recognized the smell of chloroform wafting through the air - Petra must have turned the tables on Tatiana!

“This looks familiar somehow,” Petra whispered in my ear as she removed the gag from my mouth. “I hope you didn’t get to the good part already,” obviously referring to our many wrestling encounters. “Sloppy work… they shouldn’t have left the chloroform lying about. It cost this one dearly,” Petra continued as she untied my hands and feet from the chair.

“It’s the twins,” I finally managed to say, my throat now recovered enough to speak.

“Yes, I know,” replied Petra. “We’ve been lucky thus far. Note the silken scarf - her weapon of choice.”

“I’ve seen it… and experienced it, too. You arrived just in time. In a few more moments, I’d have been a goner.” Petra set the scarf down on the kitchen counter.

“I assume ‘goner’ is another American slang term for ‘dead duck’, ‘corpse’ or whatever. But I, too, am happy to have arrived in time.”

I rose to my feet shakily. Petra planted a big, wet kiss full on my lips and hugged me like there was no tomorrow. “Am I right… her partner is still in the house?” she asked.

“Um hmm,” I replied unsteadily. “Upstairs, I think.”

“You’re too shaky to help me right now,” she ordered. “You stay here and tie this one up. I’ll deal with the other one. Let me handle her. I’ve an old score to settle.”

Before I could ask Petra what that meant, she had already left. Tatiana began to stir, and I realized I didn’t have much time remaining to tie her up. I grabbed her around the torso, finding a more secure grip beneath her well-endowed breasts - must be about 95C’s I mused as I dragged her towards the chair. She was a very large woman, and very heavy to drag across the floor this way. It must have been a very odd sight, me wearing just my skivvies, dragging a fully dressed, unconscious woman across the floor! Her skirt slipped down to her knees as I dragged her along… and a few buttons on her blouse tore off, as well.

I just managed to plop Tatiana onto the kitchen chair when she roused further, slapping my hands away from below her breasts. “Bad manners, American spy!” she shouted, jumping to her feet and facing me from a few feet away.

“Hey, it was the only way I could lift you onto the chair!” I responded, unsure why I was explaining my actions to her. “Your breasts were the only point of leverage!”

Tatiana looked herself over from head to toe, and then looked around the kitchen, considering her options. “Petra is looking for Renate, I assume?” she asked.

Before I could answer, I heard a loud and prolonged thumping noise coming from upstairs. “Um hmm, and I assume that noise means she’s found her,” I replied.

“Or just the opposite,” she retorted emphatically. “By the sound of it, they are fighting hard… probably wrestling to the death as, I assume, will we.”

It was the ultimate challenge, and I took a good look at my adversary as she stripped off her disheveled skirt & blouse so she could maneuver more freely. Tatiana was a large woman, a few inches taller than myself, and probably even a few pounds heavier. Her arms looked strong, but her legs/thighs looked like they could crush a coconut!

Soon Tatiana was wearing only bra, underpants, garter belt and fine silk stockings. By now, I could easily recognize a brassier/garrote and was pretty sure that she wasn’t wearing one. Tatiana noticed me staring at her brassiere, and said, “I see you are interested in my brassiere… But no, it is not one of those special ones. I don’t need one.” She unhooked her bra, and continued, “I can kill you easily enough with these,” flexing her chest and in return, her bare 95C’s.

“It has been some time since I battled with a male opponent,” she continued, now taking a wrestling stance opposite me, “let alone with so few clothes. But I derive no pleasure from it. I much prefer women.”

“I know, I read your file. You and Renate …”

“Yes, yes. But there is one way I will derive pleasure from this match,” she taunted. “I find it sexually exhilarating… killing you with my bare hands… snuffing life’s very essence from your body!”

She was trying to do a psych job on me, hoping to defeat me before we even began. But I’d heard it all before, and brushed it aside & tried the same technique on her in return. “Sure, sure, big talk for a big woman. I can see why no man would have you - ugly as sin, and other than the large chest, very little femininity. I doubt I’ll feel anything at your death.”

Tatiana looked livid, but kept her anger in check. She motioned to me, curling her index finger slowly, “Let us begin. I grow anxious to assist Renate.”

Tatiana glanced at the kitchen counter, noticing her silk scarf for the first time. She quickly reached for it. As she did, I leaped at her, tackling her at the waist and propelling us into the living room and onto the floor. We were a tangled mess, arms and legs twisted around each other as we fought like a couple of alley cats. The scarf dropped to the floor off to the side of the room, and I breathed a sigh of relief that I wouldn’t have to worry about that… at least for now. Although, I didn’t take her breast threat lightly either. I was certain she was an accomplished killer.

Then we flew apart for a moment and rose to our feet. Tatiana could see that her scarf was well out of reach, so she turned her full attention to me. We circled each other within the confines of the living room. Most of the furniture was overturned by now and out of the way.

In our brief struggle, I’d found Tatiana to be very, very strong… definitely stronger than Petra, and maybe stronger than myself. Her skills seemed to be limited to brawling, as opposed to wrestling, although she’d yet to through a punch.

Her breasts heaved up and down from the exertion. I was glad to find my manhood unaffected by the sight. Tatiana’s underpants were torn in a few places and her hose had several runs, but otherwise her outfit was holding up to the battle. I assumed she learned to fight in spy school, but it was probably her partner who had taught her to fight dirty… and kill for pleasure.

Finally, we finished sizing up the other, done formulating our respective strategies. Tatiana rushed me, attempting to grab me around the chest. I met her charge, catching her hands in mine just as her breasts crashed into my chest. We struggled momentarily, and then Tatiana tried to knee me in the groin. I’d anticipated the move and managed to rotate my hips to the side enough so that the effect was greatly reduced. Still, I went weak in the knees, collapsing to the floor. Tatiana was on top of me with her breasts forced upon my face. She held my hands down, trying to smother me with her breasts alone, shoving them at my face. Perhaps Petra could have managed that with her 97D’s, but it was much more difficult for Tatiana. With some effort, I could turn my head to the side and catch a breath of air.

Her hands escaped mine and she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, much more effectively capturing my face between her breasts. Now I was in deep trouble as I struggled to get her arms from around my neck. This gasp of air was going to have to last a while, as I was unable to budge those strong arms of hers. I quickly realized that this strategy was not going to work against her.

My mind raced for another idea! I encircled her chest with my arms and applied a sudden & vicious bear hug. Tatiana was caught by surprise, momentarily releasing the pressure of her breasts against my mouth. I gasped deeply, suddenly invigorated. I twisted my body within her grasp, my face escaping the confines of her breasts for the time being. We each had a good hold around the other. I jolted her with another bear hug squeeze and she gasped loudly. But Tatiana responded quickly, trying again to knee me in the groin. But her position was poor, and the move was ineffective.

I was mad now, that she would fight so dirty! My position was good, and I kneed her in the crotch. Tatiana let out a loud shriek and rolled to the side. The look on her face was priceless!

“You kneed me in the groin!?!?” she cried in amazement as she rolled further away.

“Hey, after two groin attacks against me, I figured I was entitled.”

Tatiana held her hands against her womanhood, massaging while grimacing in pain. She took notice of her surroundings, the silken scarf now within easy reach. She grabbed it, rising to her feet. “I have my weapon of choice now, American spy. I will kill you easily.”

“Yeah right… you can try,” I told her, matching her bravado. “But I know a few of your weak spots now - bear hugs and groin kicks.”

A pained expression crossed her face before replying, “It will do you no good once my scarf is around your neck!”

“You don’t look that sure of yourself, sister. I think you’re even a bit afraid of me.” I doubted that it was true. I was just trying to shake her up, or maybe even make her lose her temper.

“It is you who should be afraid… for your precious Petra, that is. She seems to be taking a long time with Renate. Perhaps her life’s essence is even now leaving her body.”

“I doubt that very much. Renate is probably begging Petra for life as we speak,” I replied emphatically. “I think you should worry about your own predicament… afraid of what’s about to happen to you.”

Enraged was what happened to her. Tatiana charged straight at me, totally devoid of any form. I sidestepped her easily, and tripped her to the floor. Tatiana landed face down, and I pounced upon her back. Her garter belt snapped and fell open as I landed hard upon her. I lay down upon Tatiana and reached for the scarf, wanting to strip her of the weapon. My arms ensnared hers from above as I got my hands on the scarf, too. We wrestled around for it, and Tatiana managed to roll me onto my back, as she lay atop me, her back against my chest. She bridged her torso upwards, and then slammed her ass hard against my manhood. It wasn’t a blow to the scrotum, but it still smarted badly.

I responded by releasing the scarf, as well as her arms, and grabbing her 95C’s directly, squeezing as hard as I could! Tatiana let out another screech in protest, and yelling, “Dirty American fighter!”

“You’re one to talk,” I spat, encircling her waist with my legs so she couldn’t bridge again. “Yeah, just matching you move for move, sister. If you can’t take it, you shouldn’t try to dish it out!”

I badly needed to get the scarf away from her. I had an idea. “Hey, if you throw the scarf way off to the side, I’ll let go of your breasts and waist.” I squeezed her breasts hard again, giving Tatiana little choice.

“Alright, alright!” she grimaced, throwing the scarf a few meters to the side.

I kept to my word and released her breasts & waist, shoving her to the side away from the scarf.

We rose to our feet once again to resume the battle. “It seems our fight has entered a new dimension, American spy.”

“Yes, I’d say so, Tatiana,” I replied, calling her by name for the first time. “You’re not the only one who can fight dirty.”

“So, you really do know me, Bryce. I like that. But as I said, wrestling with you gives me no pleasure… as it does with Renate. And, one thing that probably wasn’t in my file, that you must have realized by now” she continued, sneering wickedly, “I like to fight dirty… very, very dirty!”

“Just take a look at my crotch,” I scoffed, “and you’ll see I take no pleasure in ‘wrestling’ with you either. And as you’ve seen, I can fight ‘very, very dirty,’ too.”

“This is best… I think. A lesbian should take no pleasure from a man… and a man should take no pleasure from a lesbian! And dirty fighting versus dirty fighting… it is the best way!”

“Your point being…” I asked impatiently, now realizing she was using this lengthy discussion to regain some of her strength.

“As the fight has turned dirty and neither of us takes pleasure in the other, we should take off what few clothes we have left and finish this death-match naked,” she stated emphatically.

‘What next?’ I asked myself, shaking my head in disbelief before responding. “Okay, fine, let’s do it,” I told her.

She’d lost her garter belt somewhere along the way & her silk leggings were almost to her ankles, so she just kicked them to the side. I dropped my underpants as she dropped hers. “Impressive,” she said, glancing at my manhood. “Too bad I’m not thusly inclined. But it is especially too bad for poor Petra, no longer able to avail herself of your substantial male organ… once I’ve finished you off, that is.”

“Big talk, big talk. Come and get it sister,” I told her. But I wasn’t nearly as certain as I sounded. Tatiana was a large woman with a remarkable physique. If she hadn’t been the enemy, and a lesbian, I might have found her round, nicely shaped breasts much more attractive. Her arms and legs appeared muscular and perhaps even her ass, as well. But perhaps her stamina in a pitched battle could be exploited - time would tell.

“Yes, all in good time, Bryce. But I must really tell you once more how Renate and I attain our greatest sexual rush… it comes from the death throws of our victims, regardless of their gender.”

This was one sick bitch! It was either her or me… to the death!

We began to circle again, now totally naked, looking for an opening… looking for any advantage. Her hairy crotch glistened with sweat, as did her whole body. I could literally feel her female scent heavy in the air, anticipating my imminent demise, and, her accompanying ‘sexual rush.’

I had no such feeling, being calm, collected & calculating. I knew what was coming… but did she? As we closed the distance between us, her right hand went straight for my scrotum. I deflected it easily and grabbed a handful of her pubic hair and yanked viciously! She let out a blood-curdling scream, one I’m sure Petra and Renate could easily hear.

Tatiana staggered back a few steps after I released her. I barreled into her, taking her to the floor. She again tried to grab at my crotch, but I kept her clear. We again rolled around on the floor like a couple of wild animals. Her knee kept trying for my groin, and mine for hers. It was no rules, no holds barred, no quarter asked for or given. Finally her hand found my crotch at the same moment I found hers. This time I clawed at her pubic area, while she squeezed hard upon my male rod. Tears welled in my eyes, and I could see Tatiana was in the same shape. I released her pubic region and shoved hard on her breasts, knocking her away from me, and freeing my maleness from her grasp.

I quickly assessed my condition - very sore, but in good shape, otherwise. As I stood to face her again, I realized that Tatiana had grabbed her silk scarf, and wrapped the ends of it around her hands, preparing to garrote me. But I had gotten quickly to my feet and she hadn’t been able to take advantage. Still, she had a weapon and I did not. As we again circled, glaring at one another, my feet brushed against one of her discarded leggings. I bent down to grab it, and Tatiana, seeing the danger, rushed me quickly. I barely got a hold of her silk stocking as we went careening across the floor once again.

The scarf was around my neck in an instant, but since we faced each other, Tatiana had poor position from which to use it. She hissed in my face, releasing the scarf from one hand, attempting to loop it around my neck an additional time. This gave me the time to loop the silk stocking I’d grabbed around Tatiana’s neck. Soon, we were throttling one another, thrashing about the floor, trying to knee the other in the groin as we went. I had no idea who would succumb first. No doubt she trained for just such a circumstance. But so did I!

The shear intensity of the wildly careening struggle finally threw us apart, forcing us to release each other. Tatiana recovered first, but lost control of her scarf. As I staggered back to my knees, Tatiana saw that I still held her silk stocking. Realizing she couldn’t reach her scarf in time, she flung herself upon me, forcing her breasts onto my face and again wrapping her arms around my neck. The stocking was of little use as her arms wrapped tightly around me. Her breasts were pressed hard upon my face and my air supply was completely cut off. I thrashed around helplessly, unable to break her grip. Tatiana must have felt my demise to be imminent, as I could hear her begin to gasp loudly, and convulse in orgasm.

Now was my only chance! My head came free briefly and I was able to bare my teeth upon her fully engorged nipple. It was the dirtiest of fights, and this was no exception as I bit down hard on her left nipple, inflicting intense pain only, as my intention had not been to maim. Tatiana cried out in pain… orgasm… pain… orgasm… pain… orgasm! I doubt Tatiana had ever orgasmed in quite this way before. She lost all semblance of control and suddenly I was free and able to breathe once again!

I rolled her face down onto the floor, and took position atop her back. I looped the silk stocking, which I miraculously still grasped, around her neck, and pulled as hard as I could. Tatiana gurgled and gasped, knowing her end was near, somehow still convulsing in orgasm.

“Slap your hand on the floor twice if you want to live,” I told her forcefully. After a few moments of indecision, there came two slaps amid Tatiana’s rabid, orgasmic wails. “Try anything funny and I won’t be so generous next time,” I threatened.

I let up the pressure around her neck and she gasped loudly, coughing and spitting, trying to catch her breath. I grabbed her arms and secured them behind her as I slid my bare ass atop her bare ass. Then I used the silk stocking to tie her hands together behind her back. I spotted the other stocking nearby, managing to grab it without loosing control of Tatiana. I reversed direction atop her body and tied her feet together at the ankles. I felt pretty confident now, but one more thing remained.

“The orgasm… so intense…” she moaned softly, almost incomprehensibly.

“C’mon, over to the kitchen chair so I can tie you up proper,” I demanded.

“No way American spy, you’ll have to do it yourself. I feel like I can barely move.”

I knew her plan was to waste time, hoping to give her partner Renate more time to defeat Petra before I could aid her. I sat Tatiana up forcefully and reached around her torso from behind, grabbing hard upon her 95C’s to pull her to her feet, and then dragging her to the kitchen. Tatiana cursed me voraciously, but I didn’t let up, finally plopping her into the chair. The ropes that had previously bound me were nearby, and I quickly used them to tie Tatiana to the chair, taking special pleasure at cinching them hard to the underside of her breasts, her left nipple still brightly inflamed. If she wriggled the wrong way, the ropes would cut hard, painfully, into the underside of her breasts.

Upon finishing, Tatiana spat, “Petra’s already dead, Bryce. It’s too quiet upstairs. You’re too late.”

Maybe she was right!! I raced out the kitchen door and up the stairs to find Petra!!

The End (but definitely to be continued with Petra versus Renate in Part 4 of the 97D saga.)

[Author’s note: Any similarity of names used in this story to actual persons was unintentional and purely coincidental.]