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Subject: {ASSM} {Thigh Vs. Thigh} "Humping Dragon, Bound Tiger" (M/F, Bond, Action)
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	This is a sexual story written and copyrighted by me, Shon 
Richards.  Please don't post, repost or place on your website without 
asking me first.  Send comments to shonrichardshsd@earthlink.com.
	
	This story has some bondage and women-in-peril themes.  I was 
experimenting with these elements and I didn't know if my regular Thigh 
readers would object because my fanmail can be so sketchy at times.  If 
you prefer Thigh stories without these elements or with, then you need 
to write me and let me know.
  
	For more stories of Amy and Bethany, check out 
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Thigh vs. Thigh
Humping Dragon, Bound Tiger


	Amy Valentine double-checked their progress so far.  The stripper 
had been bribed and was long gone.  The three chefs were tied up and 
dumped into a laundry van that wouldn't stop till it hit Seattle.  Now 
all she had to do was get inside the cake and then surprise the 
venerable Mr. Duchandu with a double Uzi salute.  That was the part she 
wasn't sure on.

"Why do I have to get in the cake?" she asked her very temporary 
partner, Bethany Taylor.

	Bethany smiled, and that bothered Amy all the more.  This mission 
had sucked from the beginning.  Amy's employers, Paragon Industries, 
were terrified of Mr. Dudanchu, a wealthy entrepreneur who was famous 
for his ruthless marketing tactics.  Recently, Mr. Duchandu had decided 
to move into the American wireless market.  Rather than compete with 
the sinister and mysterious Japanese man, Amy's bosses decided just to 
kill him.

	That was when it got complicated, because apparently Bethany's 
employers, Diligent Enterprises, wanted to kill him too.  They 
contacted Amy's bosses, and the next thing Amy knew, she was ordered to 
cooperate with the busty blonde to ensure Mr. Duchandu's death.  One 
week later, Amy found herself getting ready to hide inside a stripper's 
cake.

	"You have to get in the cake because you're better at hitting 
multiple targets," Bethany explained.  "You'll wipe out most of his 
guards when you jump out, and I'll hit him with the sniper rifle while 
they are distracted.  Besides, the outfit is in your size."

	Amy had to agree with her there.  The stripper they bribed was as 
flat chested as Amy, and the red Lycra bra was extremely tight.  The 
red Lycra hot pants were a good fit although she had a short argument 
with Bethany over Amy's diamond studded garters.

	"The garter really don't match," Bethany criticized.  "They're 
black, and the diamond studs are much too classy for that look."

	"They stay," Amy said curtly as she climbed into the cake.  "Why 
don't we just put a bomb in the cake?"

Bethany shook her head.  "Mr. Duchandu has survived seven bombing 
attempts despite being present at every explosion.  No one knows how he 
does it, which is why we're going to put a bullet in his head.  Let's 
see if he walks away from that."

Bethany handed her the Uzis and then closed the lid on the cake.  
The brunette agent was cramped inside the cake, but she knew that soon 
she would get all the stretching she could ask for as she dodged 
bullets and delivered death to an unsuspecting party.  It wasn't easy 
assassinating a major billionaire while wearing tacky Lycra, but then, 
that was why they paid agents like Amy the major paychecks.  She 
fantasized about the set of Stradivarius guitars she was going to buy 
this week.

	One thought troubled her.  "What does it matter who wears the 
costume?  As soon as they see me, I'm going to be shooting at them."

~~~

	Bethany left Amy a little surprise and then continued onto her 
real mission.  The blonde left the kitchen and side stepped into an 
elevator.  As she ascended to the twentieth floor, Bethany thought 
about her real reason for being here.

	Her employers, Diligent Enterprises, desired to own an ancient 
sword owned by Mr. Duchandu.  The Pink Sword of Endurance was 
legendary, having been owned by a long line of warlords.  It was said 
that whoever wielded the sword would know everlasting success, and in 
Bethany's line of work, such unusual claims were not to be lightly 
dismissed.  Bethany didn't know if the sword was magical, all she knew 
was that her bosses wanted it.  That was enough for Bethany.

	It was sheer genius to approach Paragon Industries and suggest 
cooperation.  While Amy got herself killed in a distraction, Bethany 
could steal the sword from its pedestal.  For fifty years the Pink 
Sword had rested on the twentieth floor.  It might make for a cool 
story, but it also made it terribly easy for a thief to find.

	Some days it was easy to steal an ancient sword from a 
millionaire but they still paid industrial agents like Bethany 
ridiculous amounts of money for her talents.  Bethany checked her gun 
while daydreaming about the antique biplane she was planning to buy.  
The money was as good as her's.

	The elevator opened into a freakishly long corridor.  Solid steel 
lined the walls of the corridor yet the floor was paneled in oak.  A 
hundred feet away, a lone man stood in front of a marble pedestal.  The 
man was blocking Bethany's view of the pedestal, but she knew that is 
must hold the Pink Sword of Endurance.  The man was dressed in black 
and had his head bowed.  Two swords hung from his belt.

	Bethany raised her gun and walked slowly.  She was not expecting 
this.  There were no security doors, no apparent traps and nothing with 
a lock on it.  Bethany couldn't believe that Mr. Dudanchu would leave 
his prize possession literally a hundred feet away from the elevator.  

	"Oh well," Bethany thought.  "I'm not complaining."  She fired at 
the man with her trusty Giffonwing.

	The man pulled a sword from its sheath and quickly raised it to 
his chest.  Bethany heard the bullet ricochet from the sword and sink 
into the wood floor.  The man didn't even look up from the ground.

	Bethany was not deterred.  She kept firing as she continued 
walking.  Bullet after bullet she sent towards the man and he deflected 
every one of them.  Only when Bethany was out of bullets did he look up 
at her and when he did, his mouth opened in shocked pleasure.

	As worried as Bethany was, she couldn't help smile at his 
surprise.  She wasn't dressed like your normal thief.  Bethany was 
wearing tight black leather pants that clung to her hips and legs but 
it wasn't her legs he was looking at.  His eyes were riveted on her 
massive cleavage, rising up from the confines of her black tube top.  
Black mirror shades adorned her face while her long blonde hair hung 
freely around her face.  She looked good, and Bethany knew how to use 
it.

	"That's a long sword you have there," she said with a smile.

	The man shifted uncomfortably.  Bethany examined him, and was 
surprised to see he was barely over twenty.  His black hair was shiny 
and long, pulled back into a severe ponytail.  Muscles rippled under 
his white ki, and she noted with a smile that a bulge was already 
apparent under his pants.  He was cute too.

	"Prepare to die, thief," the man said.  He walked forward holding 
his sword before him.  Light glinted from the sharp edge.

	"But I don't have a sword," Bethany pouted.

	"I didn't have a gun," the man countered.

	Bethany shrugged.  "Fine, kill me while I am unarmed or fight me 
like a man by giving me a weapon."

	The man paused.  He threw his sword towards her, and drew his 
second blade.  Bethany grabbed the sword in the air and executed a 
perfect Swan-in-Repose.

	"It's been awhile since I've used a blade," she said.  "I'll try 
to make your death painless but I am out of practice."

	This time, the man smiled.

~~~

	Her watch went off, letting Amy know it was time to spring from 
the cake.  She slammed the lid up and stood up, Uzis ready to kill.  
She nearly shrieked when she saw almost a hundred guns drawn and 
waiting for her.  They did not look surprised.  They also looked 
related.

	"Wait, young lady," an old man said from his throne.  Amy 
recognized Mr. Duchandu, a frail wisp of a man who looked like his pink 
robe was smothering him.  He bore a striking resemblance to all of the 
men in the room, and Amy realized the man's sons surrounded her.  His 
throne was decorated with gems and a few human skulls.  Amy had a 
feeling that the skulls were real.

	"Look at the icing on the cake," Mr. Duchandu advised.

	Amy looked.  There was white icing on the pink cardboard cake, 
and the icing said "Warning, Assassin inside."

	"That bitch!" Amy cursed.

	Mr. Duchandu nodded.  "It appears you have been betrayed.  Now, I 
realize that assassins are just doing their jobs, so I bear you no ill 
will.  However, this is my birthday, and I have turned a hundred and 
twenty.  I feel I am owed something for my troubles."

	Amy lowered her guns, and Mr. Duchandu's sons lowered theirs.

	"What do you mean?" Amy asked.  She reached up and freed her long 
brown hair from its bun.  A good agent always knows when to let her 
hair down and try to seduce the ancient geezer.

	"It is only fair that you perform the job of the young lady you 
replaced," Mr. Duchandu said.  "Do this, and I will spare your life.  
Refuse and you will endure the challenge of the Dragon's Clit.  It's my 
favorite party game."

	Amy laughed.  "You want me to strip and you'll spare my life?"

	Mr. Duchandu laughed, a sound like two bones knocking together.  
"Strip?  Goodness, no.  We hired a whore.  If you suck every one of my 
sons, and then me, then you will have fulfilled your duty."

	Amy stopped laughing.  She looked and did a quick head count.  
There were eighty men there.  

	"I'm an assassin, not a whore," Amy said proudly.  "What is this 
Dragon's Clit Challenge you mentioned?"

	Mr. Duchandu smiled and clapped his hands.  "Excellent, it's been 
too long since we've played that game.  In short, you must escape a 
perilous situation or die.  If you escape, you get to live."

	"That's all?" Amy asked.  "That doesn't sound fair.  I'm in a 
perilous situation now.  I should just shoot you and take my chances 
with escaping.  At least I will get my mission done that way."

	Mr. Duchandu looked concerned.  "You would die."

	Amy looked unconcerned.  "The mission would be completed."

	"Humor an old man, why do you want me killed?" Mr. Duchandu 
asked.

	"To keep you out of the wireless market in America," Amy 
answered.  

	"Then I will make you a deal," Mr. Duchandu offered.  "Survive 
the challenge of the Dragon's Clit, and I will withdraw from that 
market forever.  Fair enough?"

	"And my life?" Amy asked.

	"Curses!  Yes, your life as well," Mr. Duchandu said.

	"Bring it on," Amy told him.  She wished she were as confident as 
she sounded.

~~~

	Bethany was sweating.  The man was good, almost supernatural with 
his sword.  It took everything the blonde had to keep up with him.  The 
sounds of parries, thrusts and swings echoed off of the steel walls as 
they fought.  It wasn't helping Bethany that the man was so damn cute.  
Dimples appeared on the man's face every time he smiled and as they 
fought, he smiled more and more.

	It came as a huge surprise to the man when Bethany won.

	She disarmed the man and his sword flipped end over end until it 
stabbed the floor.  The man looked at Bethany in shock, and Bethany 
looked at him in equal shock.  Her sword came up to his throat and she 
pointed to the ground.  He obediently lay down.

	Bethany straddled him, her sword still at his throat.  "What's 
your name?" she asked.

	"Rikimaru," he answered.  His eyes were as blue as steel.

	"Rikimaru, do you know why you lost?" Bethany asked him as she 
ground her crotch into his.  He moaned.

	"Exactly," Bethany said.  "I've won right?"  

	He nodded.

	"Then if I spare your life, do you promise not to fight me?" 
Bethany asked.  Her sword parted his robe to reveal his chiseled chest.

	"Yes," Rikimaru answered.

	"Good," Bethany said.  "Put your hands behind your head."

	He did as she commanded.  "Do you know why you lost?"  Bethany 
asked.  Before he could answer, Bethany pointed to her right breast.  
There was a slash where his blade had cut through her tube top yet 
didn't touch her tanned breast at all.

	"Right here," Bethany pointed.  "You cut my top, but missed my 
breast.  I don't think it was a coincidence.  I think you pulled your 
swing."

	"I have dishonored you with my lust," Rikimaru said.  "I should 
have wounded you like a warrior, instead of holding my strike because 
you are beautiful."    

	Bethany pulled her tube top over her head and her breasts heaved 
as she took a big breath.  Rikimaru was speechless as he looked at her 
twin moons.  Bethany removed her glasses and looked at him with her 
deep blue eyes.  

	"If you think you dishonored me, then I know of one way to make 
it up to me."  Bethany reached for her zipper, and she smiled as she 
felt his groin throb with desire.

~~~

	"Excellent!" Mr. Duchandu cried as he clapped.  "It has been too 
long since we have played Challenge of the Dragon's Clit!"

	Amy didn't return the enthusiasm.  They had stripped her bra and 
hot pants yet left her her diamond studded stockings per her request.  
The sons of Mr. Duchandu were happy to have her bare ass and sex to 
look at.

  Her arms were wrapped behind her back in heavy nylon rope and 
that was just the beginning of her bondage.  The knotted ropes laced 
all over her body, pulling her legs far apart and forcing her to bend 
over. The knotted cords bit into her flesh and were placed in the most 
intimate of locations.  Her nipples were trapped between two ropes, 
pinching them every time she struggled while one rope was placed 
between her buttocks, coming up between her sex lips.  One knot was 
placed especially over her clitoris.  The network of ropes was so well 
connected that the slightest movement caused all of the nylon ropes to 
constrict.  The constriction massaged her sex lips and stroked her 
clitoris.  It would have been quite erotic if she weren't suspended 
twenty feet in the air over a huge vat of boiling oil.

"The oil is the fun part," Mr. Duchandu announced.  "The rope 
will slowly descend over the course of ten minutes.  If you can free 
yourself, then you will have survived the challenge.  Your time begins 
now!"

Amy began to struggle immediately and was paralyzed by the rough 
stroking of her sex by the knotted rope.  Her nipples were on fire from 
the harsh pinching that only increased as she tried to wriggle.  Amy 
tried to ignore the ropes and fight but the rope cruelly held onto her.  
At one point she almost got her wrists free but the complex system of 
ropes pulled her head painfully until she had to quit.

The rope dropped two feet without warning.  The freefall had a 
devastating effect on Amy as the ropes constricted over her body.  Her 
small breasts were pinched, her arms were pulled tighter together and 
her legs were pulled farther apart.  Worse, the rope between her nether 
lips rubbed tighter against her and Amy had a powerful climax that took 
her breath away.

Mr. Duchandu watched it all.  "This may be the best birthday 
ever!"

~~~

  	Bethany had removed Rikimaru's pants as well as her own.  Bound 
only by his honor, the Asian warrior kept his hands behind his head as 
he watched the blonde agent stroke his growing cock.  His desire for 
her was undeniable and when she lowered her sex onto him, he found that 
her desire was just as strong.

	"Madam, please," he tried to protest.  Her pussy clenched him in 
response and he shuddered.

	"I'll stop at any time," Bethany told him.  "I just thought that 
since our attraction was mutual, we might as well take advantage of our 
privacy."  The blonde ran her fingers over his chest hair.

	"If you want me to stop, just say so," Bethany whispered.  Then 
she swiveled her hips, rotating his sword in her sheath.

	Rikimaru said nothing.  

	"I thought you might agree," Bethany breathed.  Her chest was 
rising and falling faster and Rikimaru's piercing eyes followed her 
magnificent breasts.

	"You would like to touch them, wouldn't you?" she asked.  Before 
he could answer, she cut him off.  "Well you can't.  Keep your hands 
behind your head."

	She brought her hands up and held her tits.  Bethany kneaded her 
breasts, sinking her fingers into the soft flesh as she continued to 
hump him.  Up and down her hips moved while her fingers sank in and 
out.  Her rhythm was as perfect as her sword fighting, precise yet 
passionate.

	"Do you want to lick them?" Bethany asked.  She raised one breast 
to her mouth and loudly sucked on an erect nipple.  Rikimaru moaned and 
his hips lifted.  She let the nipple pop from her mouth and the red tit 
was red and shiny from her spit.  The blonde then sucked on the other 
nipple as Rikimaru breathed harder.

	"I'm close," Bethany moaned.

	Rikimaru shuddered again.

	"I'm very close," Bethany moaned louder.  The steel walls 
reflected her blonde hair as she tossed her head back.

	Rikimaru moaned with her.

	"Here," Bethany growled as she fell forward.  Holding one breast 
in her hands, she offered a hard, wet nipple for his mouth.  Rikimaru 
took her nipple without a word, sucking on it as hard as he could.  It 
was salty from her sweat and sweet from whatever lotion she used this 
morning.  He sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as possible, 
enjoying the abundance of her softness.

	She climaxed first, gasping and shaking as his tongue flickered 
over her swollen nipple.  When her sex clenched down and her thighs 
shivered around his waist, Rikimaru joined her with a climax as his 
own.  He felt himself splash inside her as her nipple bounced on his 
tongue.

~~~

	Amy was a mere four feet away from a boiling death.  Her body was 
sweating from the heat of the oil and the terrible arousal the ropes 
had inflicted on her.  She had one chance and it wasn't going to be 
easy.

	The shaking agent began to bend backwards, arching her back 
against the tension of the ropes.  The knots crushed her small breasts 
and the ropes in her mouth pulled painfully against her jaw.  Her body 
was being pulled and pinched but the athletic woman used every once of 
power in her legs to curl backwards.  

	The worse part was the knot on her clitoris and the rope between 
her sexual lips.  Bending backwards on tightened the rope and she could 
barely concentrate when the knot rubbed against her clit and entered 
her lips.  Amy moaned as the pulling rope traveled over her sex.  She 
was a step away from orgasm and a drop away from death.

	Finally, her hands behind her back met with her thighs.  The rope 
vibrated with the sheer defiance of the young woman.  Her seeking 
fingers found the edge of her stockings and she tried with difficulty 
to count them by touch.  The rope on her sex was soaked with her desire 
and constricting harder against her secret delta.  She wanted to climax 
so badly but the poor agent had to count diamond studs.

	The act of finding the right stud was almost orgasmic in itself.  
She pressed the concealed button and was rewarded with the sounds of 
tiny motors activating.  Each of the studs on her stockings extended 
tiny blades on spinning wheels.  The wheels chopped with a terrible 
efficiency anything that was in their reach and once Amy relaxed her 
back and assumed the natural position of her bondage, the wheels 
quickly diced the ropes on her legs.

	Unfortunately for Amy, the ropes' sudden cutting caused all of 
the carefully constructed tension to snap.  The ropes that were wrapped 
around her body snapped like rubber bands and with twice as much 
friction.  As the knots on her clit sped through her sex and up between 
her buttocks, Amy experienced a powerful orgasm and that caused her 
body to quake.  The exhausted agent was forced to try to grab the 
remains of the rope to keep from falling while at the same time just 
trying to stay conscious through the rope induced orgasm.  

	One hand held onto the remains of the hanging rope as she dangled 
above the boiling oil. Amy shivered with delight as the orgasm racked 
her body.  Her entire body curled and flexed as she fought to keep her 
grip.

	"Cheater," Mr. Duchandu said with disappointment.

~~~
	Bethany pulled her pants back on, smiling as she felt the pants 
press against her swollen lips.  Rikimaru was still on his back and his 
cock was still standing proud.  The blonde regretted that she didn't 
have enough time to see the lengths of his endurance.

	She walked towards the sword, knowing Rikimaru's honor would keep 
him prone.  The Pink Sword was resting on a pillow and after a quick 
search; Bethany discovered that there was no alarm system protecting it 
at all.  That worried her.

	"Why isn't there any security other than you?" Bethany asked.  
Her fingers traced the edge of the blade.

	"It is a test for our father's sons," Rikimaru answered.  "Every 
year, a son guards the blade.  He must protect his father's blade to 
prove his loyalty and worth as a child of the Duchandu clan."

	Bethany felt a twinge of sympathy but she crushed it.  "I'm 
sorry.  How angry will he be that I took it?"

	"Extremely," Rikimaru said without a trace of emotion.  "He will 
have me killed, and he will track the thief.  Father considers the 
sword to be an extension of his manhood, and any one who has touched it 
without his consent will be treated as a rapist.  He will find your 
employers and he will exhaust his resources to punish them."

	"Your death, huh?" Bethany asked again.  The Pink Sword reflected 
the concern on her face.  The concern she thought she had crushed.

	"My death will be as imaginative as one fitting a man who has 
assisted a rape," Rikimaru said.

	 "Fuck it!" Bethany snapped.  She stomped over to Rikimaru and 
grabbed his hair.  She lifted him to his feet and then kissed him hard.

	"Keep your damn sword," Bethany said after she had bruised their 
lips.  "My company doesn't need the hassle."

	Rikimaru smiled.  "Your company, or you?"

	Bethany kissed him again.  Then she left.

~~~

	"You cheated," Mr. Duchandu said again as Amy was lowered to the 
floor.  She stepped quickly away from the oil, her legs slick with 
sweat.

	"I lived," she countered.  "That means I won."

	"That is true," Mr. Duchandu answered.  

	"We can still kill her," one of his sons offered.  There were 
grumbles of agreement from the other sons.  

	Mr. Duchandu laughed.  "No, she may live.  I will withdraw from 
the wireless American market.  I will also remember this birthday."

	Amy relaxed, but only slightly.

	"But mark my words, Amy Valentine," Mr. Duchandu commanded.  "A 
woman like you will not be forgotten easily.  You may receive an 
invitation to another party."

	"Bring better party games," she said as she walked away.  Heads 
swiveled as one as they watched her tight rope-burned body walk past 
them.  As she stepped in the elevator and looked at the assembled men, 
she felt a surge of pride on completing her mission.

	"Wait!" she thought.  The doors closed before she could stop 
them.

"How did he know my name?" 

The end.

For more stories of Amy and Bethany, check out 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ShonRichards/www/

     Also, e-mail me at shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net to let me know if 
you liked it.


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