Karate Girls Unlimited
By SleepWalker
Chapter 1: Kidnapped!


... in which superspy James Bond is chopped and kidnapped by a pair of long-
legged female operatives!

Bond was late for a meeting with M and cursed his luck as he stood on the
curb, trying to hail a cab. The right front tire of his BMW had blown out on
the way into London and he'd had to drop it off at the garage. He was
certainly going to give Q a piece of his mind when he got back. In the
meantime, he was late. He knew M was going to be pissed.

A taxi pulled up to the curb and stopped. At the same time, a tall blonde
woman in a very short miniskirt emerged from the shadows of a nearby alcove
and approached Bond from behind. Bond lifted the door handle and was about to
scramble into the back seat when he pulled up short, for the back seat was
already occupied. A long-legged brunette was smiling at him from behind the
snout of a 9mm pistol, which she waved almost imperceptibly, motioning for him
to get in.

Bond's reflexes were well-tuned to such situations, however. He had looked
down the barrels of many pistols before and he knew what to do, or so he
thought. He sprang backward suddenly, away from the car, and turned to flee.
He was momentarily shocked to find someone there behind him, blocking his
retreat: a tall blonde in a very short skirt. Suddenly his car's flat tire no
longer seemed like an accident. Before he could react, she raised her hand
above her head, then brought it down hard against the side of his neck in a
devastating karate chop.

"Ungh," he gasped and staggered back against the car. She cocked her arm and
unleashed a backhand chop. A breathy gasp escaped from his lips as a thousand
points of light filled his brain and his vision grew cloudy. His knees grew
wobbly as he fought to remain conscious. He saw the girl grin just before she
drove her knee sharply upward into his gut.

"Ooof!" he gasped and doubled over. She calmly grasped his head, keeping it
down, then brought her knee up again, connecting solidly with his forehead.
Bond flew backward through the open car door and into the back seat. The
blonde was right behind him, diving into the car as its tires squealed and it
sped off, before she even had a chance to slam the door shut.

The two women glanced at each other and giggled, then looked down at their
prey. Bond was rubbing his face groggily, only half conscious, trying to clear
his vision and soothe his intense headache.

"Sorry," said the blonde simply. Bond summoned the last of his strength and
hoisted himself to a sitting position, weaving unsteadily from side to side.
The blonde looked at him with pity and a fleeting hint of compassion, then
delivered another forceful chop. The edge of her flattened hand struck Bond's
neck with a resounding thud and rebounded. Bond's whole body arched backward
as he winced in pain. Then his expression softened as he last of his strength
seeped from his body and he fell forward into her. He collapsed onto her,
sliding down her slim body, his head coming to rest face down on her tanned
thighs.

"Oh, Mr. Bond, really!" she giggled. "We hardly know each other." Then she
hiked her skirt up, exposing a white triangle of panty and pressed his head
firmly into the soft flesh of her legs. She groaned unreservedly and drew her
breath in sharply.

But the brunette next to her slapped her hand. "Sabrina!" she admonished.
"There'll be plenty of time for that later! Is he out?"

"Of course he's out," Sabrina pouted. "I chopped him more times than I can
count. But I'm keeping his gorgeous face right here on my lap until we reach
headquarters."

"Have it your way," said the brunette and turned to look out the window
absently.

But Bond wasn't out yet. At that moment he stirred slightly, twisting his head
to get a breath while trying to extract himself from Sabrina's smooth and
sweaty thighs. A small rivulet of drool dribbled from between his puffy lips
onto Sabrina's thighs.

"Oh, God! He's not out! And he's making me wet!" exclaimed Sabrina.

"Stop it, girl. Let me take care of this," the brunette replied as she reached
into the purse resting on the seat beside her and produced a small bottle of
clear liquid, followed by a white facecloth. She emptied some of the clear,
pungent liquid onto the cloth and brought it toward the delirious man lying on
her friend's lap.

"Wait!" shouted Sabrina. "I have an idea!" She grabbed her friend by the wrist
and abruptly pulled the reeking cloth out of her hand and tossed it onto the
floor. "Give me that," she commanded and snatched the bottle of chloroform.

"Have it your way," the brunette said nonchalantly and turned to continue
staring out the window.

Sabrina reached down and pulled her skirt up to completely expose the tiny
white thong underneath. Then she unscrewed the lid of the bottle and slowly
poured the pungent liquid onto her upper thighs and between her legs, while
saturating her thong liberally.

"Have you ever been put to sleep by a girl's thighs?" she whispered to the
groaning Bond. With that, she pressed the weakened man's face deep into the
cleft between her supple legs. Bond tried to raise his head, but soon realized
he was helpless to resist as she forced him deeper into the soft, drugged
flesh of her long legs.

Bond felt himself being smothered and tried to take a breath. But something
was wrong: there was a sickening, sweet odor filling his nostrils, which
immediately fogged his brain. He tried to hold his breath, but in the end
inhaled deeply yet another dose of the drug as he realized that the girl's
legs were anaesthetizing him.

He pushed upward against the car seat in one final effort, but had no strength
left and sank with abandon into the soft flesh of her legs. He breathed in
again; the anesthetic filled his brain. A final dribble of spittle oozed from
between his slightly parted lips, then he sank gratefully into a deep sleep,
passing out facedown between her sexy legs.

To be continued.

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