Note- Based on a seventies cartoon strip and movie starring Anouska Hempel about Tiffany Jones, a fashion model and undercover agent.

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The Bahamas, 1972.

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Tiffany Jones entered the Pigeon Cay Beach Club accompanied by her photographer boyfriend Ray and smiled to herself. Every pair of eyes in the lobby and reception were on her as she and Ray headed for the elevator. A fairly tall five feet seven the stunning and effervescent blonde fashion model from England sashayed through the main lobby with a roll of her hips and ass. Ray hit the button for the lift as Tiffany stood and drank in the adoration. Her luscious nubile body was quite visible under her lightweight chiffon Kimono cover up with the open front cut and her firm breasts thrust out proudly in her bikini top.

"I love the Bahamas. It's like no other place on Earth."

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A week before Tiffany has received a phone call from Mister Wilson of the Ministry of Defence. Or so he claimed as Tiffany had an opinion that he might be someone attached to the Secret Service. They had met previously when he has asked her to help out when the President of Zardania had visited London for some seedy business.

"I believe you're about to head off to the Bahamas for an exotic photo shoot. Must be terribly exciting,"

Wilson spoke in an educated voice as Tiffany cradled the phone to her ear.

"Yes. I'm doing a commercial for Hamlet Cigars. Quite a big deal."

"Rather, I've seen those on television. Certainly a bit racy. Anyway after your last success we thought this might be a perfect opportunity for you to take on another assignment."

"Go on."

"Next year will see the Island's independence from Her Majesty's Rule and we would like to wrap up the unseemly trade in sex slaves. The Queen hopes that all future visits from our country, especially the young women can holiday in safety and without fear of being kidnapped by unscrupulous traders."

"Sounds like you want me to be kidnapped."

There was a pregnant pause over the line as Wilson refused to commit himself.

"Wait. You DO want me to be kidnapped?"

"It's the best opportunity we have, Miss Jones. You go undercover, find the location of Mister Big and his despicable harem and get in touch with the British Consulate. What could be simpler. You were splendid in the way you dealt with the Zardanian affair."

"Can you put us up in a decent hotel?"

"Of course. And any other expenses you incur will be paid by the Government."

"Alright, it's a deal."

Truth be told the adventure in London the previous month had been an exhilarating one for the nineteen year old and she had gone over the events in her mind several times since.

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Accepting her role as bait Tiffany and Ray flew to the Bahamas and checked into the hotel. Situated about one mile off the main road in the northern end of Cat Island the Beach Club was only a few steps away from the sea. Each room was decorated in a Southwestern Caribbean style. Stucco and tiles with wooden floors throughout. On the first day Tiffany pitched up at the Big Bay Beach with Ray in tow looking her most captivating in her green bikini. There was a nice stretch of almost white sand for a good mile in both directions lined with mature palm trees and clear blue water. She took off her large sunglasses and her radiant and fresh features were revealed. Big grey eyes under long lashes complemented her high cheekbones and permanent pout.

"We can set up here I think." Said Ray as he eyed up the light for filming and taking photographs.

The shoot on the beach finally began at three in the afternoon and the heat of the day was still oppressive with temperatures of 80 degrees F. Tiffany was at her usual gorgeous best in a crochet bikini with a pretty flower motif pattern. Her soft strawberry blonde tresses fell down over her shoulders in a glimmering curtain. Newly applied sun tan lotion covered her body which warmed under the brilliant sunlight gave her pliant flesh a astonishing sexual allure.

"We're all set up and ready, babe."

Tiffany lifted her face up and composed herself as she got into the mood and Ray loaded his camera and laid out two towels. What could only be described as a gang of youthful black men watched intently from a distance and Tiffany could make out low murmuring and certain gestures. Ever the professional she moved into various poses as Ray rattled off dozens of snaps.

"We'll get some establishing shots of you today and then tomorrow I think we'll include those palm trees with the product." She posed with her hands on her hips, blew kisses into the lens, and danced on the sand and jiggled her pert rump in an erotic reverie. Her eyes twinkled and her smouldering lips pursed and she lifted up her cascading hair above her head.

"Nice, very nice."

Tiffany's bared torso fluttered as she moved and her long legs never stopped moving as the camera captured her natural beauty and sensuous curves.

"Now take the top off."

Tiffany knelt down on the hot sand and unhooked her bikini top behind her back. Her perky tits were freed up and already her stiff nipples poked out. She played up to the camera, running the pink tip of her tongue over moist lips and flashing her long lashes. Her fingers danced across her stomach and occasionally over her tits as she posed gracefully. The long hair dropped over her bare shoulders and chest and the onlooking crowd grew restless.

"I think this might be a good time to call it a day." Said an anxious Ray.

Tiffany noted the reaction she had drummed up in the locals and agreed with Ray. She had not informed her boyfriend of her assignment lest he panic and give tge game away.

"Come on. Let's get some food."

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The evening had been pleasant in the glamourous hotel and by the time the couple turned in the full moon had lit up the night sky. Tiffany had no particular plan in mind to entice the slave traders, except to flaunt herself flagrantly in public and on the beach. On the second night as she laid naked next to Ray in the large bed she fancied that she could make out moving shadows. The door to their room opened a crack and then it burst open. Tiffany sat up and saw four dark complexioned men standing in the shadows. Before she could react she was pulled into a standing position and her arms were dragged behind her back and a pair of old iron cuffs were clamped on her wrists.

"Bring da girl, leave da man. It only she we want."

"Hey! What do..."

Ray received a love tap on the chin and he was out like a light. Tiffany gasped as a sack cloth was pulled over her head and her nose experienced a nasty animal smell. A drawstring was tugged to make the sack pull in tight and Tiffany's pert breasts heaved as she struggled, the rosy tips standing hard and erect. By contrast the captivating white skinned babe felt rough black hands paw at her as she was half dragged half carried from the room. As her heart raced Tiffany gagged under the stinking sack and she fainted into her captor's strong arms.

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Tiffany was sat on her haunches, her arms still behind her, her wrists still secured by the cuffs. She awoke slowly and her eyes were now adjusted to the light and she looked up in fright at the six foot plus black man who stood menacingly over her. He looked her all over from her lithe pins to her rosy pointed tits. Only on the Island two days her skin was still milky white.

"English. Men pay plenty for English women."

"You're not selling me, buster." Presumably this is Mister Big she thought.

"Dat is wrong."

The man held up a 9mm caliber Smith and Wesson pistol and held it right up to her nose. Tiffany shivered as she smelled powder from the barrel. This gun had been used. The brave young woman swallowed nervously and looked at the man wide eyed.

"You wouldn't shoot an English citizen." She said defiantly.

"You might not be the first."

Tiffany shuddered as the gun barrel was slid down her front, between her heaving bosom and down the curve of her stomach to her left inner thigh. He pushed and forced her thighs open and pressed the top of the gun directly at her labia.

"Why are you on the Island?"

"H...oliday." She stammered.

The gun pushed in further and the cold metal tip entered her slit up to a quarter of an inch.

"The man. He your boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"Do either of you know of foreigners disappearing?

"N...no."

"I like your spirit. You will do fine."

Tiffany began to breathe again as the gun was removed from her sex and the man withdrew, leaving her alone.

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About an hour later, just as the sun began to rise, two women stepped into the beach hut and gestured to Tiffany to remain silent. The gorgeous women were identical twins, both five feet seven with silken black hair cut just below their shoulders and dark eyes. They looked to be about twenty years of age and were in matching crochet type bikinis.

"Hush, don't speak a word."

One of the sisters came behind Tiffany and opened the old cuffs and the blonde model rubbed her wrists in relief.

"Who are you?"

"Captives, like you. Now come on."

All three crept out and snaked along the encampment until they saw the clearing.

"Run!"

They all legged it, leaving sand in their wake as they hurried as fast as they were able from the slave traders camp. They passed lots of palm trees and did not stop for what seemed miles and miles to Tiffany Jones.

"Almost there."

One of the twins took hold of the exhausted and still naked Tiffany by the hand as they left the be beach and stopped at a secluded and abandoned beach house. Inside there was a small cot and Tiffany gladly collapsed on it and flaked out.

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By the time she awoke the sun was up and she could make out laughter and horse play. Tiffany got up and padded over to the open window and saw the twins frolicking in the sea. Waves of clear water splashed the nude young women as they grabbed each others tits and ass. Both women were stunning in their natural beauty and Tiffany was quite moved. They now left the water and waded ashore, their superb bodies silhouetted by the sunlight. The water dripped from their tanned frames and they walked back to the hut hand in hand. Tiffany thought the sight of the droplets on their breasts and erect nipples to be incredibly erotic. Even their pubes appeared moist and sensuous with little droplets forming in the black hair.

"Golly! Very Ursula Andress."

The beach ran for a few hundred feet and no one could be seen in either direction. Tiffany turned to the door, suddenly acutely aware that she too was in the buff. The women giggled as they entered. One faced Tiffany with a perfect posture and straight back. Her sublime backbone led to her shapely ass which curved outward. A warm breeze wafted in and with it the salty sea air as her twin sister stood side on, her long hair slick down her back. She was utterly beautiful, tall and slender with fine boobs with small hard tips. Both women showed no shyness as Tiffany gazed at their well maintained strips of pubic hair between their upper thighs.

"Hi! How are you? I'm Mary Collinson and this is my sister Madeleine. You'll be safe now."

"Tiffany Jones from England, pleased to meet you. Won't Mister Big be out looking for us?"

"Don't you worry honey. We contacted the CIA and they should be along in the next couple of hours."

"Are you spies?"

Mary laughed.

"Kind of. We're Playboy Playmates. You may know of us. The first twin sister Playmates. Anyway to cut a long story short we went undercover with the Agency to break up the slave traders. Hugh was the one who set the ball rolling."

"Those bastards gave had it coming a long while."

Tiffany felt all the previous days emotions come out and she began to sob quietly.

"That's right, sweetie. Let it all out."

Madeleine put her arm around Tiffany's shoulder and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Mary joined them on the other side of Tiffany and stroked her long fair hair.

"You're so lucky, Tiffany. Those men were brutes. You can't beat a woman's touch. Right, sis?"

"Gosh!"

Tiffany blushed as four hands ran over her pale skin and she closed her eyes to enjoy the sisters gentle caresses. One snaked down her spine and Tiffany felt her flesh rise in goose bumps despite the hot temperature. Mary concentrated on her pert breasts and made teasing circles around each nipple in turn. The blonde babe let out a soft moan as her nipples were taken between hard teeth and lightly bitten. As Tiffany went backwards on the bed the sisters went with her, their fingers joining together to close in on her pussy mound.

"Crikey!"

Tiffany inhaled deeply and her tits rose and fell and her pussy began to juice up from the divine attention.

"But, you're sisters!"

"Twin sisters. And we do everything together." Mary looked at Madeleine and winked.

"Everything." They chorused.

"Oh!"

Mary kissed Tiffany whose mouth parted to accept the searching tongue. Then Madeleine took her turn and her lips met Tiffany's in a deep and lingering smooch. These women were incredibly gifted as four hands, two pairs of lips and two tongues teased and nibbled Tiffany down below. Her sensitive inner thighs, just about an inch from her hot sex, was licked nudged and Tiffany bucked her hips up off of the bed.

"Good heavens!"

Madeleine had shifted lower and was now busy with each of Tiffany's feet. The brunette massaged them with delicate fingers while she sucked on each big toe in turn. As she devoured the foot digit her hands caressed Tiffany's supple calves and the result was a tingling pussy that cried out for attention.

"Please."

Mary obliged with a sweep of her tongue between Tiffany's open thighs. She went up in a smooth lick up and down the slightly parted slit from anus to clit. And when Mary paused now and again against the hard button she hummed with pursed lips and Tiffany arched up in a euphoric bliss.

"Ohhh, yessss!"

With rapid flicks Tiffany felt her clit stimulated beyond her wildest dreams. Side to side and then up and across and back down to her slit. Heaven! Her mouth hung open as she made an odd gurgling sound at the back of her throat.

"Too good!"

Madeleine joined her twin sister to carry out a double whammy and plunged her pointed tongue in and out of Tiffany's very wet hole. The twins knew that the writhing blonde was on the edge of a blessed climax and doubled their efforts. Audible squishing noises emanated from the blonde's delicious quim and Tiffany's entire nether region was awash with spit and two pairs of vibrating lips on her pussy proved too great to bear. Tiffany's quim erupted in a flood of her love juices and both brunettes had glazed faces to show for it.

"Our turn, I think."

As Tiffany recovered her composure she looked on amazed as both twins went into a 69 position beside her. Mary was on top and lined up her muff for her sister to lick. Madeleine dipped her tongue up and into Mary's soaking quim and rubbed her cute nose into her flesh. Mary did the same and began to lick her sister out. The beach house became filled with the sound of lewd sucking and slurping and each sister seemed to compete with one another as to who could moan the loudest. Tiffany was enthralled by the women rocking this way and that and gasped as the pair of lovers both came together.

"Well I never!"

"Come on Tiffany, don't be shy darling."

The twins parted and both laid to the left on the straw that covered the floor. As they formed a daisy chain all three giggled together. Madeleine took her sisters breath away as she dipped in between her legs and made delicate kisses along her smooth inner thighs.

"Nice."

Loud moans and whimpering came from all three babes as Mary planted her tongue to Tiffany's wet snatch and began to lick her out. Tiffany joined in lustfully and completed the erotic circle and feasted on Madeleine's hot box. Mary started to lick Tiffany in a series of slow swipes that took her tongue from clit to sphincter. This in turn spurred the curious blonde to eat out Madeleine's tight asshole in earnest. Tiffany sighed as Mary buried her face in her pussy, grinding her mouth against the sopping quim. The leggy blonde stunner made an all out assault on Madeleine's ass with her pointed tongue and the brunette hissed in delight as she came hard.

"Yessss!"

Mary's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she bucked up into Madeleine's face until she too came. Never before had Tiffany Jones felt such unbridled and wild passion as the sensation of being in the daisy chain got her off with violent convulsions. No sooner had they all climaxed that the sound of heavy shoes sounded outside the door and Ray burst into the hut backed up by armed men in sunglasses.

"Tiff! Tiff! Mister Big and his gang are all in custody. You alright?"

As the twins got up and reported to the CIA agents Tiffany curled up in a ball with a slut grin.

"Never better Ray, never better."

END