James Blonde

In the early hours of the morning, when the sky and Caribbean sea were pitch black, with only a few stars about, James Blonde and her backup, John Quarrel, traveled carefully under the water to the private island where Doctor No was suspected of running a Chinese cyber espionage division. They wore dark black wetsuits and SCUBA gear for camouflage, and rode an SDV (SEAL Delivery Vehicle) to quickly traverse the rough water at night; Blonde easily piloted the SDV as she had learned from her time in the Royal Navy Special Boat Service (SBS); she found it rather nostalgic to leverage her experience as a SBS operative for this cyber espionage operation. Once they arrived just below the shore, they carefully anchored and hid the SDV beneath a camouflaged net put their wetsuits and SCUBA gear in the SDV, then swam to shore.

Quarrel emerged from the water first, and he surveyed the beach for guards. Blonde arrived next, and the two quickly took cover underneath some palm trees on the sandy beach, with her falling asleep first as Quarrel stood watch.

The sunlight woke Blonde and she rose to her feet, the sand sliding off her body and out of her hair, which glowed golden blonde. She was wearing a two-piece white bikini that contained her firm young breasts and showed off her eight-pack of abdominals and long, lean, athletic legs. As the sun reflected off of her, she applied sunscreen to protect her smooth, unblemished white Caucasian skin. Her peaceful tranquility was abruptly ended when she heard a male voice singing in the distance, and improvising her hand as a sun visor, looked towards the far side of the beach and spotted him.

The tall, very handsome Caucasian white man was walking along the beach, wearing nothing but a yellow banana hammock, so she could see he was an athletic and muscular swimmer, with short blond hair and muscled arms and legs. He was wearing a large knife and bag and was collecting sea shells as he wandered the beach towards them, singing Marion, a song from Jamaica whose pleasant melody carried it beyond its shores.

"All day, all night, Marion, Sittin' by the seaside siftin' sand," sang the beautiful man.

Blonde wetted her lips and did her best to sing the refrain:

"The water from her eyes could sail a boat, The hair on her head could tie a goat..."

The man quickly dropped his shells on the sand and drew a large knife from his bag, spinning to face Blonde with the look of a frightened animal on his face; the clanking of shells and bag on the beach sand woke Quarrel.

John Quarrel quickly stood, his dark African-British skin tone glistening from sunscreen, with his muscled chest and arms tense and ready for action. Quarrel was also a very good-looking man and their new visitor could have been him except for the skin complexion.

"Who are you two?" the man asked.

"I'm an Englishwoman, here visiting this island with my boyfriend, John Quarrel. I guess you are here for the exotic sea shells," Blonde replied.

"How long have you been watching me?" asked the man.

"At most a few minutes. But let's please be more cordial with each other. What's your name?" asked Blonde.

"Ryder Honeychile. And yours?"

"Blonde. James Blonde."

Ryder put his knife away and shook Blonde's hand, taking his time as he eyed her gorgeous athletic body over, clearly very attracted to her. He then exchanged a warm handshake with Quarrel, a little jealous of him because of Blonde's cover story, but very intimidated by his bodybuilder physique. They made friendly conversation and developed a small camaraderie, which was interrupted by the rumbling of an approaching vehicle.

"Sounds like an armored vehicle approaching," said Quarrel, "and absolutely nowhere we can take cover," as he waved across the wide-open beach, with the nearby jungle at least a half hour's run away.

"Quick! Get naked and put these on!" whispered Blonde as she handed out condoms to the two men.

"What?" asked Ryder, clearly surprised.

"We've got to be here for a reason," explained Quarrel as he quickly stripped off his swimming trunks, grabbed his flaccid penis, and began stroking and shaking it vigorously.

"What the fuck are we doing?" Ryder asked again.

"Improvising! Ryder, we are in grave danger, and unless you do as you're told, mate, the guards in that approaching vehicle will kill us!" explained Blonde as she quickly removed her bikini, the sound of the approaching vehicle growing louder and nearer.

Finally, hard, Quarrel breathed a sigh of relief and rolled the condom over his erection, then pressed the rubber tip against her labia, slowly trying to ease his way into her.

"No! Do not put that thing into me without lubricant!" shouted Blonde angrily as she yanked down Ryder's banana hammock, freeing his hardening erection.

"Sorry mate. Was too horny," he said as he quickly jogged over to their supply bag, where he took out the lubricant and jogged back his erection bouncing in the slight breeze. He applied a generous amount to his condom, squeezed out some more, and then began rubbing it back and forth over her labia lips, his fingertips at times slipping into her slit and also rubbing her clitoris. As he did this he concentrated on how her creamy white English flesh contrasted with his dark chocolate complexion.

Meanwhile, she had gotten Ryder's erection out and was pumping his phallus with her fist as she wrapped her mouth tightly around his glans, then popped his bulbous mushroom head out of the airtight lock her lips made around it. She gave the underside of his shaft a few licks, then rolled a condom over it as she didn't want to risk getting diseases from pre-ejaculate; she applied a generous amount of lubricant on top.

Standing up, she embraced Ryder and they began kissing as his hands groped lecherously at her breasts. His hand slid down her upper torso, over her hip, and under her thigh, lifting her leg so she was standing on one foot only; she wrapped the leg around his waist for extra balance. She then grabbed his condom and guided it to her slit, rubbing the tip along her labia lips, slowly easing his erection into her.

Meanwhile, Quarrel had positioned himself behind her and was gently spreading her buttocks, easing his hardness into her anus.

"Careful," said Blonde, "I need to be able to walk after this."

Quarrel nodded and thrust carefully back and forth, being sure not to penetrate more than his glans into her anus. While he did this, Ryder had begun pumping vigorously into her vagina. Their bodies were grinding against each other in carnal harmony, with Ryder grunting loudly as he thrust deep into her vagina, while Quarrel exercised a phenomenal amount of self-control in not pushing too deep into her. So focused on their pleasure they didn't notice the armored jeep that had just arrived, nor the guards that came out.

"Stop what you're doing and put your clothes back on," said a guard.

"Except for you," said a very evil-looking guard who grabbed Blonde by her long blonde mane, "as I have plans for you," he said as he savagely pulled her out of their sex sandwich, making a popping sound as the penises covered with condoms slipped out of her holes.

The guard had barely moved a step when Quarrel's fist connected with his jaw; the guard instantly released Blonde and stumbled back. Next Quarrel grabbed his assault rifle and shot him with several rounds right into his chest, killing him instantly. As he fell, the evil in his eyes changed to terror as he dropped lifelessly onto the sand.

Before Quarrel could let loose another round, three shots were fired by another guard and struck him in the head and chest, and he collapsed onto the sand behind Blonde. She looked in horror as she saw the life slip away from his brave eyes, and she wished him peace and reward for all his service to England and their friendship.

With one guard focusing his assault rifle on Blonde and Ryder, the other was able to retrieve the weapon from Quarrel's corpse without issue. He then used plastic ties to secure their prisoners, loaded Blonde and Ryder into the back of their vehicle, then drove off with them. After a short drive inland, they arrived at a concrete bunker built into the side of a rocky hill and were taken inside the facility.

We'll soon meet Doctor No, Blonde thought to herself.