(Opening verses)

In a book are written down
So many secrets dark and lewd
That were its contents to be known
The global order would be screwed.

A supervillain made this tome,
Writing all without distortion.
He keeps it in his gothic home,
A tool for planet-wide extortion.

The guardians of order hatch
Their plan to lay the villain low.
A secret agent they dispatch
to strike him with a smiting blow.

(Page 1)

In moonlight clear, through salty air
On silent wings through nighted skies
To catch a villain in his lair
A brilliant agent swiftly flies.

(Page 2)

Down mansion wall both slick and steep
Our heroine by rope descends.
Hopes she to catch the guards asleep?
For that would serve her crafty ends.

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The villain's life of gainful crime
Has bought a study wrought in teak.
Our agent has but little time
To find the object she must seek.

(Page 4)

A lockbox lies within a nook
And it will yield to cunning skill.
Within one finds the tiny book
Whose secrets many hearts would chill.

(Page 5)

A spy upon the spy descries
The agent's most unwelcome deed.
And raises up alarmed outcries
In hopes that she will not succeed.

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A swarm of goons soon sallies forth
Our heroine to beat and rend.
'T is here that she will prove her worth
Or meet a cruel untimely end?

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Fighting like a cornered tigress
The agent breaks goon after goon.
But she's alone in her distress
And one thinks her fall comes soon.

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From a science weapon foul
Energies strike like a maul.
The agent rocks from boot to cowl
And topples like a broken doll.

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Now that his triumph's come to pass,
The Villian contemplates the deed
He will inflict upon this lass. 
She feigns contempt and will not plead.

(Page 10)

A tiger's claw of steel lays bare
A stretch of soft and tender skin.
Strong though you are, agent beware!
What process does this act begin?

(Page 11)

The villain does some pleasure take
In our agent's ample charms.
But He'll retrieve, make no mistake
The book that's key to endless harms.

(Page 12)

"You little spy, oh shame on you! 
With what's mine you'd fly away?
You must be punished, and I speak true
To tell you you'll regret this day."

(Page 13)

Our heroine's now rendered bare,
Condemned to who knows what grim fate.
Four blackguards pinion her with care.
She struggles, but it's far too late.

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What's this?  Some monster-like machine?
With bonds that hold against all strain?
It portends something quite obscene.
(It's never good to see a drain.)

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Oh what a shocking site we see!
Our agent writhes like captured prey,
Cinctured by burning energy.
This really just is not her day.

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The Agent shrinks, her limbs retreat,
Most of her flesh just flows away.
It's lost, most of her mortal meat,
leaving a living, conscious toy.

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The villain stares down with a grin.
The agent starts to comprehend
That she is now a tool of sin.
'T were better had she met her end.

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The luckless girl is handed off
From lord to vassal as a boon.
This flunky is a lustful toff
Whose hunger will be sated soon.

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She cannot move, her limbs are gone,
a consequence of her subtractions.
And now her soul is not her own
With no control of her reactions.

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But soon enough the Flunky comes
To that fine point which most men will
At which to Venus he succumbs
And our poor girl will have her fill.

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Taunting foes is such a caper!
The greatest villains love that most.
They wrap the Agent up in paper
And send her back by parcel post.

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She has no words, yet seems to plead 
"Please turn me back." They wish they could!
But they cannot reverse the deed
Done to this girl.  She's screwed for good.