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1 Heather awoke early, slipping un-noticed from the bed while Keri slept. She put on her bath robe, and logged on to a laptop provided by the hotel, and sent an email to headquarters. Minutes later she received a reply containing the name of a local restaurant. She jotted down some information before closing the email. Immediately, the message disappeared forever from the inbox. She went to the eatery’s homepage, and placed an online order for lunch, and entered a set of numbers provided in the email confirming payment by credit card. She logged off the computer, then slipped down the hallway to a maintenance closet. She used her key-card to gain access, smiling at the wonders of technology from remote locations, and slipped inside. There were several hangers just inside containing the clothing she had ordered very late the previous evening, as well as a bag containing several boxes of shoes. She removed them, scampered back to the apartment, and slipped quietly back inside. She spent the next twenty minutes getting dressed, then gave herself the once over in the full length mirror. She smiled. Stunning would have been an understatement. The dress was called a Versatile Scrunch Side Tunic, black in color. It had a deep V-neck, a V-back, and billowing sleeves that fell to the elbows. It was a mini-skirt in every sense of the word, falling barely below her butt, with ties at each hip that would allow for a dangerous baring of the hips, if the situation called for it. It was made of a lightweight breathable material that would be comfortable, even in the Texas summertime. On her feet, she wore a pair of metallic-colored strappy sandals, with five inch heels, and silver rhinestones running up the front. She wore a black thong, and sculpted black bra underneath it all. Her legs were bare, and the dress made them the focal point of the whole outfit, showing off their tanned, toned lengthiness with every stride. Satisfied, retrieved her cell phone from her Heather wrote a note to her still sleeping, exhausted companion, kissed her lightly on the cheek and left.
She spent most of the morning walking downtown, occasionally entering a shop when one caught her eye, and stopped in a coffee shop long enough to disrupt the casual caffeine addicts assembled there. Eventually, it was time for lunch, and she made her way to the restaurant that she had placed her online order at. At was an upper class establishment, large but cozy. After reciting a confirmation number to the waiter, she was seated. She ordered a glass of white wine, and sipped on it while reading the menu. Noticing a nearby table of men staring at her legs, she gave them the show they wanted, crossing and uncrossing them in a fashion that gave them a tantalizing glimpse of the black thong underneath.
When the time came, she ordered the pan seared tuna and a side salad, and savored it for the thirty minutes it took her to consume. When she was done, the waiter brought the check. She glanced at the total and saw PAID IN FULL in the Totaled Amount box. She grabbed the dinner mint off the check tray, put it in her purse, and left.
She arrived back at the hotel to see Keri, comfortably lounging, reading the morning paper.
“You have far too much energy,” she giggled at Heather. “And you have WAY too many assets to be dressed like THAT.”
Heather did a spin on her heels, allowing a full 360 view, and smiled.
“How the hell did a girl like you end up in this occupation?” Keri laughed.
Heather again just smiled.
She slipped out of the dress as quickly and easily as a duck sheds water, revealing her sexy Y-back thong, and then undid the bra, tossing it to the side along with the dress. She shook her blonde mane, and stood facing Keri, hands on hips.
“Round two?” she asked.
“You’re on,” Keri smiled, standing from couch, and undoing the sash on her robe.
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Mallory woke early from her sleep. She was a light sleeper, and when she had a mission to accomplish, she slept barely at all. She released the teens their respective beds where they had spent the night spread eagled, each limb handcuffed to the frame. Then each was handcuffed with wrists and elbows behind their backs. For the first time in quite a while, they were allowed clothing, if what they wore could be called that. Samantha was dressed in fishnet. At least that’s what it seemed to her. And in truth, that was what it was. Of course, it had been fashioned into something more than a product to catch fish. It started as a collar of black fabric, and the netting descended from there. The diamond shaped mesh was about two inches in diameter, decorating her body beautifully. It was a bit small, if fishnet could even be described as such. The mesh pressed against her small, swelling breasts, forcing her flesh to bulge attractively against the black netting, her nipples easily poking through. A tiny black thong, minimal but stretchy, covered the blonde girls genitals, but in a way that showed their contours in camel-toe fashion.
Alicia wore a micro bikini. It was a clear string, teardrop in red white and blue. The teardrop was so named for the shape of the fabric covering her breasts and her pubic area. The tiny fabric over her nipples was blue, with white border, and was designed to only cover the center of the breasts. The bottom was red with a white border. It started as a point of fabric in front, widening as it fell to just cover her pussy, and then slipped through her butt in back. All of the fabric was held in place with thin, clear plastic that was little more than fishing line. Both girls were forced to wear ridiculous heels, that kept them both on the verge stumbling.
As one of the few acts of kindness presented them since their abduction, Mallory placed cut up fresh fruit in bowls and placed it in front of the girls. They ate eagerly, even without the use of their arms. A high energy shake, consumed through a straw was next. While the girls ate, Mallory made a series of phone calls on her cell. She called from an adjacent room, and the girls could make out little of the conversations. When she was done, she returned to the table.
“I hope you two are bundles of energy,” Mallory grinned.
Neither of the teens liked the sound of this.
“There’s a ton of work to be done, and a shortage of manpower to do it,” Mallory went on. “So we’ll see if you two are capable of providing the necessary labor. For the sake of each of your pretty little tits, you better hope you are.”
Mallory plucked at Samantha’s nipples though the fish netting.
“I’ll order up another shake for each of you,” Mallory said turning to leave. “I’d highly advise you drink them.”
When she was gone, the two girls looked at one another. It seemed almost awkward that they were left alone, mildly restrained, and most of all, un-gagged. They looked anxiously at each other, then at the hallway where Mallory had disappeared. Under normal circumstances they would have giggled at their attire, but little that had transpired over the past few days gave cause for any giggling. Then Samantha spotted it. In her haste to lecture the girls, she had overlooked the fact she had placed her cell phone on the counter. Alicia gasped. Both girls froze for a moment. It was too good to be true. Samantha realized that time was crucial. Mallory could return at any moment. The blonde teen stood from her chair, cursing the five inch heels imposed upon her. If not for the ankle strap, she would have slipped out of them. As best she could she quietly made her way to the counter. There was still no sign of Mallory. Even with her arms cuffed behind her back, Samantha still had a good deal of flexibility allowed her, and it was no chore for her to flip open the cell phone. She turned her back to the phone, twisting her torso to see the buttons, and began to dial. Almost giddy, she bent to get her ear near the phone. Nothing. She cursed. Perhaps she had missed a button. She hit the power end button, and started over. Once again she bent to the phone, and once again there was nothing.
“Come on,” Alicia pleaded.
“Something’s wrong,” Samantha whimpered.
A third attempt yielded the same results. Samantha was near tears.
“Problems?” Mallory’s voice came from the opposite end of the room from where she had left from.
The two girls looked at her. She walked towards them, her heels clacking ominously across the floor.
“I thought you might try that,” she chuckled, picking up the phone. “And now I have your beloved sister’s number, don’t I?”
She flipped open the cell phone, smiling as the last number dialed was illuminated.
“Like it will do you a lot of good,” Samantha hissed.
“Oh, a feisty one eh?” Mallory smiled. “Katrina, come please.”
More clacking of heels on tile preceded the entrance of the tall, lovely woman responsible for them. She looked to be in her forties, but with a shape that most 25 year olds would have died for. Her legs were fabulous, her breasts large, and well displayed by the low-cut, blue leather dress she wore. Her face was both stern and lovely. A no nonsense kind of confidence seemed to exude from her.
“Katrina, I’d like for you to entrust some of your finest people with finding where the lovely owner of this cell number resides,” she said, turning the phone to display the screen. “When you have the co-ordinates, lock into the signal and keep track of it 24/7.”
Mallory walked over to the visibly shaken Samantha.
“You stupid little cunt, you’ve ratted out big sister,” Mallory laughed. “She’ll be joining you soon, and I’ll be happy to inform her that it was you who extended the invitation.”
“But how....?” Samantha stammered.
“Technology is a wonderful thing,” Mallory smiled at Katrina, who smiled back. “Well, that and a few rogue comrades, right Katrina.”
The woman smiled and nodded.
“All right girls, time to get you two to work,” Mallory continued. “We have to prepare for company.”
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Heather Duncan had spent six hours on the floor of the casino serving drinks after flying into Vegas earlier in the day. While she served an entire section, her main attention had been on table three. That was where the young son of one Pedro Rodriguez was rapidly burning through cash at a Black Jack table. Emilio Rodriguez had no known ties to F.I.R.M. but his father did. And his father was an elusive figure. So Heather had been set up through the F.I.T. network to work as a cocktail waitress for the casino, and true to form, Emilio showed up with a ton of money to spend.
Heather immediately caught the eye of the 27 year old, who had a know affinity for blondes. She would have caught his eye anyway, but she sealed the deal with the chosen attire. It was a black-mini tube dress that fell just over her ass and crotch. It was short enough that bending over required a special sort kneeling action to keep everything clean. She wore black stockings with it, and black spike heels. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, and draped down her back to nearly her butt. She could feel Emilio’s stare each time she bent over to place a drink on the table, and as the night wore on he consumed liquor at an astounding rate. Just before midnight, Heather began adding the powdered cocktail, a mild sedative that would not begin to take affect for a time. She watched him from the bar, smiling as she saw him give one of the hotel bellmen a wad of bills. His tips became more generous as the night wore on, and he tended to lean into Heather as she came to the table, his comments seemingly out of a bad handbook of “How to Pick Up Women.”
Heather smilingly accommodated his clumsy advances, even patronizing him with cleavage shots at the appropriate occasions. When she announced her last call, Emilio nodded to indicate he wanted another one. After serving the table, Heather walked back to the bar, giving just a bit of an extra twist to her hips as she did for Emilio’s benefit. After settling up with the bartender, Heather slipped past the bellman in the lobby, at which point he sent a text message. She entered the ladies room, timing her stay so it seemed all above board, then exited and made her way to the elevators. She pushed the button, and paced.
“You’re good,” she heard Emilio’s voice.
Acting as if she were caught unaware, she turned to see his lanky form teetering behind her.
“Thanks,” she smiled. “And you have a knack for winning.”
He blushed a bit. This was going well. He continued with the small talk and the beautiful blonde reciprocated. He reached out and touched her on the shoulder, and she drew back.
“Not here,” she said looking around. “It’s against company policy.”
“I have a room,” Emilio slurred. “Meet me there in thirty?”
He handed her a personal business card, writing the room number on the back.
Heather nodded.
Then he handed her a key card.
“Let yourself in,” he smiled. “I’ll be in the Jacuzzi.”
“Oh, how fun,” Heather said softly. “Anything to drink?”
“Fully stocked bar,” Emilio grinned.
“See you shortly,” Heather smiled.
The elevator rang, and Heather gave Emilio one last smile as the doors shut.
Thirty minutes later a robe-clad Heather let herself into Emilio’s room. She carried a handbag with a towel wrapped around a P3AT pistol. Loosely concealed in a side pocket was a small wood-handled Buck knife. It was Heather’s favorite in that it could be quickly deployed in an emergency. She could hear music coming from the rear of the suite and made her way towards it, her eyes taking in the entirety of the room as she went.
Emilio smiled as she entered the room where he sat fully immersed in the bubbling water.
“Come in,” he said.
Heather could tell that the earlier dose of sedative was taking affect.
“I could use a drink first,” Heather smiled. “Long day.”
“The bar’s over there,” Emilio motioned with his hand towards the counter against the far wall.
Heather left her bag draped over her shoulder, and walked to the bar area.
“Tequila,” she said excitedly. “Oh god, I love that stuff.”
Emilio was becoming aroused at the thought of this gorgeous woman slamming shots of tequila.
“Fix us each one,” Emilio smiled. “Use the large tumblers.”
Heather expertly filled the two glasses, and with a slight of hand that would have made a magician proud, dumped the powerful sedative from behind the false sapphire ring. Her bare feet pattered back to the Jacuzzi, and she handed Emilio his drink. She raised her hand the two clanged glasses.
“To new friends and special moments,” Heather said, wincing privately at how corny it sounded.
Emilio merely nodded, and the two downed the large shots of the Patron.
Heather turned her back to Emilio, and shed the blue robe she was wearing.
Emilio’s eyes widened for a moment as Heather’s flawless body was revealed. She wore an incredible white long-sleeved gauze shirt, with a deep V-neck in front, and a hemline that covered only about half of her lovely ass in back. Even before getting into the water, Heather’s body could clearly be observed through the thin fabric. Once in the tub, it would become almost translucent. The young man looked down her long tanned legs, but as he did so, he began to see four limbs where there were only two. He saw her breasts, large and round, pressed against the front of the shirt, the nipples denting the fabric in a defiant manner. He tried to raise his arm to beckon her in, but the limb was too heavy. His eyes blinked several times, and then his head fell over. Heather quickly went to his side, sliding his body to a position that would keep his head above water. Her quarrel, and the organization’s, was not with Emilio, but rather his father. Heather checked his pulse and breathing. He would be fine.
Thirty minutes later, Heather had the passwords, stored in easily uncovered places on Emilio’s laptop, to his father’s email accounts, and other sensitive information. The “dinner mint” from that day’s lunch, plugged into the data port, had given her access to anything and everything on the computer. When she was done she removed the tiny “mint” from the data port, and returned the laptop to its bedside stand. Once again checking on Emilio’s welfare, Heather slipped back into her bathrobe and quietly made her way back down to her room several floors below. At last back in her own room, she made a call on her phone, telling the listener that the order they had requested was in the process of being filled. Then she hung up. She drank a glass of wine, and settled in for a good night’s sleep.
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“Las Vegas huh?” Mallory quipped. “Undoubtedly catching some shows.”
She stood from her chair and walked to the window.
“Should we send a few agents there?” Katrina said in a slight eastern European accent.
Mallory was quiet for a moment. She looked over at the bound teens.
Alicia made small whimpering sounds and a stream of drool dropped onto her bare chest. Mallory walked over to her and knelt, her fingers slipped between the girl’s legs, then she withdrew them smiling. The vibrating vaginal plug was still going strong, as was the equally buzzing butt plug. Alicia’s arms had been strapped together; forearms to biceps, then her elbows had been wrenched painfully together so that her arms looked something like wings. Tight black leather bondage mitts had been buckled around each wrist. There were rings at the end of each, and those were fastened via a black strip of leather keeping the fingers well away from any mischief. Her legs had been doubled and belted tightly, ankle to thigh. She wore thigh-high leather boots, which creaked against the leather belts binding her legs. She once again wore the nipple rings with the bells in place of her original barbell stud, and the bells jingled with each trembling, pleasurable moment.
“Wait until morning,” Mallory said with no trace of emotion. “Monitor her, and if she is still there at noon, make it happen.”
There was a period of silence, as if Katrina was waiting for something more. Mallory smiled.
“Would you like some company tonight?” she asked.
Katrina eyes shone.
Mallory walked over to Alicia and released her legs. She grabbed a handful of her dark hair, and pulled the young beauty to her feet. She whimpered, her lovely breasts thrust out invitingly, the bells jingling.
“She’s already warmed up,” Mallory grinned, rubbing her hand over the leather strap holding the vibrating plugs in place.
Katrina approached the young girl and squeezed her breasts. Then she gave a nod of thanks towards Mallory, grabbed the cord stretching between the leather mitts, and left.
Mallory made her way back over by the blonde and sat.
Samantha had her own worries. Her wrists had been pulled into a brutal reverse-prayer, and fastened in place with black leather belts. The arms had been so tightly bound that her elbows nearly touched, and each movement of her body caused her to surge against the unyielding leather. For purposes of keeping her put, her neck had been fastened to her right knee with an additional belt that held her in a painful, helpless position that also left her extremely vulnerable. There seemed to be no comfortable way to rest, bound as she was, but rest wasn’t what her captor had in mind for her any way. A ring gag held her lips apart, but it allowed her tongue plenty of leeway. Mallory wore a pair of red leather panties, and red high heels. That was it. Samantha found out early on in the evening that the panties had a seam that sat right over Mallory’s labia. When she had been commanded to pleasure Mallory, she had looked on bewildered. But Mallory had grabbed her by the hair, and forced her nose and mouth into the leather, and as the beautiful brunette spread her legs, her panties parted at the seam, allowing Samantha’s tongue access. And as Samantha worked, and as Mallory became aroused, her swollen clitoris protruded through the opening. On each of the five occasions that Samantha had performed for Mallory, her neck had first been freed from her knee, only to be re-fastened when her job was done.
After Katrina left, Samantha fully expected to once again have to service this insatiable woman. But to her surprise, that wasn’t to be. Mallory stood, and towered over the helpless blonde. With the toe of her black leather pump, she parted the lips of the blonde girl’s easily accessible pussy, rolling her onto her back in the process. Samantha garbled through her ring gag as her arms took her weight, her numbed fingers at the base of her skull. Her tanned body was covered in sweat, her small tits spread across her chest, and her slender belly heaving with each frightened breath. Mallory moved her foot of to Samantha’s nipples, running the toe of her shoe back and forth across the hardened flesh, delighting in how that act alone brought them into further prominence.
She finally released Samantha’s neck from her knee, and pulled the whimpering girl to her feet. Mallory buckled a leather collar around Samantha’s neck, fastening a snap ring on the end of a leash to a stainless steel ring on the collar, and led her toward the bedrooms at the back of the home. The surprises were not over. Mallory walked right past the room she normally slept in, continuing on down the hall to where Jamie was currently staying. Mallory knocked on the door, and heard a faint “come in.”
The two entered. Jamie sat on the edge of her bed wearing only her panties.
“I thought you wanted her tonight,” Jamie said, standing from her bed.
Mallory said nothing.
“That was what you said,” Jamie continued.
Mallory could feel the lump in her throat growing.
“I said I wanted company, yes,” Mallory whispered.
Jamie’s eyes widened as she understood. She moved in close, now standing right in front of Mallory. The two women were roughly the same height, but their physiques couldn’t have been more different. Jamie had the broader shoulders, and was more muscular. Her long dark hair fell below her large breasts, which sat high and wide on her chest with tiny, hard nipples. She had a muscular belly and abs, accentuated by the narrow waist, and strong leg, which were the obvious product of many hours of fitness training. Her lips were full, and the piercing blue eyes with long, dark lashes could be intimidating, especially to those she looked upon as lesser beings.
Mallory was also muscular, but in a more sleek sense. Hers was more in the same way that a ballerina might be considered muscular. It made her seem skinnier than she actually was. Her breasts were small, but firm, and stood out from her chest in a manner that invited attention.
The two women’s eyes met.
“What about her?” Jamie smiled, pointing at Samantha.
Mallory pried herself away from the moment long enough to drag the blonde teen over to a large dresser. Shoving Samantha to the floor, she fastened her by the neck to one of the legs on the dresser.
When she stood from her task, Jamie was right there. She could feel her hot breath and the warmth of her body so close. Without another word the two women embraced, Jamie’s large breasts, and hard nipples pressing against Mallory’s. Mallory’s hands roamed down over Jamie’s muscular buttocks, grabbing and squeezing the mounds with her strong fingers. Jamie pressed her mouth hard against the lips of her new lover, their tongues wrestling wildly together and they made a quick dance to the bed, where they fell tangled together. Mallory’s fingers slid up the other girls strong thighs, quickly finding the smoothly shaved area, and slipped a finger inside the slick folds. Jamie’s mouth moved down from Mallory’s lips, her nose rubbing back and forth across the girls hardening nipples, before closing her mouth around the sensitive flesh and sucking. They responded immediately. Their moans became louder as they were aroused. The two spun about on their bed, their bodies quickly tangling the light sheets until they ripped them from the bed, throwing them to the floor beside the bound blonde. Then they found each other again, resuming their exploration of the other’s body, their moans passionate moans rising through the small room for the next hour.
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Heather woke early and spent the morning on the narrow deck of her hotel room thirty-seven stories up. She spent it with her bare feet on the rail, sipping coffee, her body scarcely covered, by a flimsy nightgown. Eventually she slipped into a pair of jeans and flip-flops, threw on a red T-shirt and a lightweight yellow jacket, and then wore a red ball cap along with her Ralph Lauren sunglasses, and went to eat breakfast. No fancy clothing today. She didn’t want to draw attention to herself at this time. She ate lightly. As was her practice, she would have a very light meal, a vigorous workout just around noon, a light lunch, and then it would be time to catch a limo to the airport.
After eating, she took a walk down the strip. She always marveled at how no matter what time of day, the city was alive. Heather had never been big on the casino scene, at least as far as the gambling went, but she loved the night life when she had the chance to enjoy it. This trip had not been particularly lenient to those whims however, and she vowed to make a better time of it when she next visited. Time passed quickly, and after a quick call to Keri, Heather made her way back towards the hotel. Each floor of the hotel had a workout center on it. They were good facilities too, with Nautilus and free weights, as well as a jogging and walking track. As she passed the one on her floor she noticed the sign on the door indicating “New Equipment Coming Today. Gym May Be Closed.” In the hall a hotel employee was finishing cleaning a room, loading his cleaning equipment onto his cart, and then headed down the hall away from Heather. It seemed too quiet. But Heather deduced that many people had already checked out ahead of the noon deadline. She never asked why she was allowed the extra time, but some things were better left for others to negotiate.
Back in her hotel room she changed into her workout gear. It consisted of a white sports bra under a hot pink tank top. Then came the tight, black workout shorts with pink highlights at each hip over her brief black panties, and finally her quarter-socks worn with her Nike workout shoes. Heather fastened her long hair into a ponytail, and took several moments to admire her form in the mirror. She had always been proud of her body, and working out was a way to keep her pride intact. In such a public place, she avoided some of the briefer attire she occasionally wore to exercise in, but still, the base of her ass peeked out from the bottom of the spandex. She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and made her way down the hall to the workout facility. Using her key card to enter, she was pleasantly surprised to see the room empty. What she failed to see was the hotel employee turning the sign on the door back to “CLOSED.”
She completed her ride on a stationary bike to get her heart rate up, and had done three of the Nautilus stations when the door to the workout area opened. Four men brought a box in on a 4-wheel dolly and nonchalantly began to open it. The four were dressed in dark blue pull-over work suits, and paid little attention to Heather as she continued her workout. She watched as they cut away the cardboard, revealing a pine crate inside. The crate had metal banding around it, and one of them pulled a pair of snips out, cutting the binding with a loud twang. Heather moved to a new machine as the men rolled the crate over adjacent to her.
“Pardon us ma’am,” one of the men said. “Replacing equipment.”
Heather continued her workout, eyeing the activity of the men as they rolled the box past her. She finished her routine on the leg curls and stood as one of the men walked just to her left. She glanced at him as he passed, and as he stopped suddenly she delivered a roundhouse kick to the temple that dropped him immediately. Sensing a movement behind her she spun around and launched a straight kick that landed squarely on his nuts. She had delivered enough of those to know when it was a direct hit, and smiled as he dropped like a sack of potatoes. Two down. Heather spun around as the remaining men looked on stunned.
“Which one of you limp dicks is next,” Heather spat.
The two men spread apart, and moved towards her. As one of them lunged, Heather did a low-spinning kick, sweeping his legs out from under him. In almost the same motion she cracked his chin with a side-kick and he was out. The fourth man grabbed her from behind with an arm around her throat, but he released it when her elbow rammed him in the groin. A back-fist broke his nose, and side-thrust snapped his knee. Heather looked on amused. Two of the men lay unmoving, while the remaining two groaned in pain writhing on the floor.
She walked over to one of them and pressed the adhesive label into place at his chest.
“A word of advice,” Heather said bending low. “Makeshift logos should be in place before you try something like this.”
He looked up between groans to see the blonde girls long tanned legs as she slipped through the door.
Heather ran quickly down the hallway towards the stairwell. She passed her room, but resisted the urge to retrieve her laptop and cell phone. Her clothing was easily replaceable, and F.I.T backed up everything to a secure server, so there was really no need. There was someone waiting at the elevator.
“Going down?” Heather asked.
The woman turned. Heather stopped dead in her tracks.
“Yes, as a matter of fact,” Katrina hissed.
In the next instant Heather felt a sharp pain in her thigh, the result of a muffled pop from a hand held firing mechanism. She looked down to see a small dart protruding from her upper thigh. She turned to run but felt another one smack into her butt cheek. Already her vision was blurring. She fell against the wall, her hand grabbing at the door knob as she went down. She rolled to her back, looking up into the eyes of one of FIT’s most wanted adversaries.
“Nighty night,” she heard Katrina way as her vision faded.
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Heather’s ears were ringing. She felt like she did once in high school when she drank too much vodka from her friend’s dad’s liquor stash while they were on vacation. Her head hurt. Her chin seemed glued to her chest. There was a pain in her hips and her thighs were burning. Her arms hurt. In fact, there didn’t seem to be any part of her being that was free from some kind of pain.
“Ahh good,” she heard Mallory’s voice. “I was afraid we were going to miss dinner if she continued to sleep.”
Heather raised her head from her chest. She was in a medium sized room, a control room of some sort, with six people. There was Mallory, Katrina Letchova, and the four goons from the workout center. The men held bags of ice to various parts of their bodies, all of them glaring at the blonde with pure hatred.
It didn’t take her long to ascertain why she hurt. Her arms had been gathered behind her back, fused tightly within the confines of a blue leather arm binder. She was suspended by a leather cord tied around a ring at the tip of the binder. The only thing keeping her arms from being pulled out of their sockets were the straps coming off the top of the leather and cris-crossing over her shoulders. That still didn’t prevent the position from being extremely painful. Her legs were pulled widely apart, and secured to posts on each side of her.
“Would you like to have the honors?” Mallory crowed, handing a menacing looking knife to one of the pained men.
Heather hung her head. The last people she wanted holding a knife to her were the men she had disposed of so mercilessly earlier. The man with the broken nose eagerly grabbed the weapon, and in seconds Heather had been relieved of every stitch of clothing. Several greedy sets of eyes were trained on her, and as each bit of clothing came away they soaked in her marvelous physique.
“Now tend to those legs. They’ll go much wider,” she added.
When two of the other men were done, she was doing the splits in mid-air. Only her conditioning and flexibility kept this position from doing great physical harm. It was all Heather could do to keep from screaming, but she didn’t want to give these fiends the satisfaction of hearing her suffer.
Mallory walked around behind the suspended girl, running her hands over Heather’s straining thighs. She pressed her belly against Heather ass causing the blonde to wince as her body stretched against the leg splits, and then grabbed and squeezed the bound girl’s breasts.
“You’ve made this much more difficult than necessary,” she whispered.
“You’ll get no apologies,” Heather spat.
Mallory laughed and continued to massage Heather’s large tits. Her hands ventured down, across her trembling abdomen until they parted her labia. They investigated her wisp of blonde hair just above, trimmed into a neat “V” shape.
“I see you’ve been neglecting your duties,” Mallory scolded.
Heather had always kept that area completely shaved during their months as lovers, in line with Mallory’s wishes.
“No problem, we’ll just take care of that little oversight in due time,” she chuckled, continuing on with her bodily probe.
“Can it Marcott,” Heather hissed. “You’ve long been forgotten.”
“Oh really?” Mallory said, stepping back as if offended. “And what if I was to touch you like you enjoy being touched, would you not respond?”
Heather was silent. She doubted that would be the case.
“You just wish you looked this good,” Heather spat.
The absurdity of this struck everyone, and there was a group chuckle. Naked and tightly bound, there was little chance that Mallory would have traded places with the beautiful agent.
“I think she needs something to occupy that pretty little tongue,” Mallory said, bending to pick up the mutilated panties from the floor.
She handed them to Katrina, along with a leather thong.
“Would you do the honors?” she said with a smirk.
Katrina nodded pleasantly, taking both items and walking around behind the restrained blonde. Her heels clacked ominously across the concrete floor. She wore light colored, pressed slacks with gold high-heeled sandals. Her top was a matching, button down blouse. It was unbuttoned down to just below her breasts, allowing the large round flesh to force the expensive fabric open. The edges of her white scalloped bra could be seen, and resting across the tops of her breasts was a loose gold necklace. Heather doubted that all that flesh had occurred naturally, but it was an attractive package all the same.
Heather clamped her mouth shut, but of course Mallory had anticipated that. She reached up and pinched the helpless girl’s nipples until she reluctantly open her mouth. Katrina stuffed the panties inside with practiced ease, the leather following right behind to prevent its expulsion. She tossed Heather’s long blonde hair around and over her shoulder so it cascaded over her breasts in front.
“Make it tight,” Mallory smirked.
It was a request that needn’t have been made. Katrina had still many mouths. She wrapped the leather numerous times around the mouth and the back of Heather’s neck, knotting it with each pass until it was fastened tight with final multiple knots.
Heather reared her head up when she was finished, trying in vain to relieve the stress on her cheeks and jaws as the leather sunk deep inside her mouth, cutting at the sides of her lips.
When it was finished, Mallory dismissed the men, who sulked off indignant they weren’t going to be allowed retribution.
“I’m well aware that you could probably stay strung up like an angel all day and never feel the urge to talk,” Mallory purred. “But our time together was not ill spent when it comes to getting what I want from you. Little details come to mind. Remember how you used to beg for satisfaction when I would tease you, and deny you? You were almost beside yourself. And remember how it took you almost to the edge to see me in the throes of pleasure?”
Heather wondered where all this was going. She tried to shift somehow to gain relief, hoping this was not going to be a long re-hashing of past intimacies. Nothing much moved however.
“Well, I believe we can kill two birds with one stone, so to speak,” Mallory stated. “Katrina, would you escort in our guest?”
Katrina nodded and left through a door to the side of the room. Moments later she returned. Heather’s eyes widened. Their “guest” was none other than Samantha Duncan. The frightened teen entered the room, encouraged to do so by a leash snapped onto a collar around her slender neck. She wore a brief leopard skin thong, and blue leather high heels. That was all. She looked around frightened, her eyes latching onto Heather. Her wrists were fastened together in front with leather cuffs, closely linked, which had been looped tightly around her waist to keep them there. There were cuffs around her ankles, linked together with some eighteen inches of chain allowing her to take mincing steps. Like her sister, the tiny blonde was sweating heavily in the stuffy room, her tanned skin shining in the sparse light. A harness gag tightly held a large red ball gag deeply between her teeth, and drool was spilling from it down onto her chest, merging there with her sweat. Her blonde hair had been tied into two pigtails, which hung down over her shoulders and jutting breasts, sticking to the wet flesh.
“I don’t think introductions are necessary,” Mallory smiled.
Heather groaned into her gag, making pitiful attempts to struggle.
“Little Sam-I-Am is getting quite proficient at taking up where big sisters tongue left off,” Mallory taunted. “I’m thinking even after this is all over, I may just keep her around for entertainment.”
Heather glared bullets at her captor.
An instant later her tits were on fire and soon to turn red with Mallory’s fingerprints. She clenched her eyes shut is they jiggled, their movement sending jolts of pain through her arms.
Mallory walked over to Samantha and grabbed her small, hard nipples, tugging on them and releasing them to spring back against her heaving torso. Her hands traveled down to the leopard skin panties, and undid a knot at their side, pulling them free. Heather snorted into her gag, seeing that Samantha’s previously trimmed pubic region was now totally bald.
“What do you say we open this little slut up and see what she’ll do,” Amanda chuckled.
Katrina nodded her approval, and the two set about the task at hand. Samantha’s hands were freed from her waist, and held above her head while Katrina used a short leather belt to fasten her elbows together. Samantha’s arms were now fastened uselessly in the air; the elbow tie prevented her from lowering them because her head was now in the way. They looped and cinched a long length of leather around the wrist cuffs, then wrestled the nude teen to the floor, and removed the chain linking her ankles. Katrina held her there while Mallory retrieved a spreader bar from against the wall, then they fastened one end to the struggling blonde’s left ankle cuff. The next part required a bit of teamwork. Holding Samantha on her back, they worked the spreader bar under and across her back of her neck, and bent her right leg up to meet its other end. Ignoring the girl’s protests, they fastened her right leg into the cuff at the other end so her legs formed a “V” on each side of her torso. The length tied to Samantha’s wrists was tossed over a support beam near the ceiling, its trailing end falling to the floor beside them. Katrina grabbed it and began pulling in the slack. As Samantha’s arms began to rise, she realized the diabolic nature of her bondage. Her anatomy dictated that her legs be lowered to better tolerate the strain, but the spreader bar could not overcome the obstruction of her back and neck being in the way. So up she went until just her butt cheeks touched the floor, her legs raised and spread in such a fashion that her sex practically offered itself for attention. For a moment, her upward journey halted and Samantha held out hope that it had reached its end. Mallory and Katrina amused themselves as the tiny blonde pivoted back and forth slightly, her blue clad pumps twisting to relieve the strain. Their amusement soon ended however, and together the two of them hoisted her into the air. They continued pulling until her ass was several feet off the floor, then tied the cord off to an obsolete generator, and rested a bit while she swung helplessly.
Mallory walked over and ran her finger over and around Samantha’s puffy genitals as the young blonde clenched her eyes.
“It seems this excitement has drained this little thing of all her natural resources,” Mallory smirked. “Katrina, can you help her out?”
Katrina smiled and removed a small bottle from the pocket of her blouse. She poured a small amount onto her fingers, then rubbed it into Samantha’s crotch, her fingers sinking into the exposed flesh and making certain that there would be no lack of lubrication for what was about to transpire. More was massaged into and around her ass, then the rest was slathered liberally over the remainder of her body, her tits in particular, until her entire body glistened. Mallory came into the scene once again carrying a battery-powered, flex head vibrator, and a length of thin, dark leather. With Katrina’s help, she set about fastening the device securely against Samantha’s exposed labia, pressing the head of it deep into the flesh, and securing it there with the thin leather running up and around, over and under her thighs in a cris-cross fashion. When they were done, it felt to the young girl like an extension of her anatomy.
Checking to see there would be no slippage, Mallory twisted the activation knob, setting the vibrator on a medium setting. Samantha whimpered as the intruder came alive with a low buzzing sound, her body stiffening in reaction.
“We’ll just let her simmer a bit while I introduce you to our next guests,” Mallory said, walking back over to Heather.
Katrina once again went to the door, as Heather wondered if they’d brought an entire convention to this party. Her eyes widened once again as the new guests were none other than the oriental twins. They wore long, beige colored coats, and black leather lace up boots, with spike heels. The coats were soon undone to reveal stunning black leather micro bikinis barely capable of concealing their rather abundant attributes.
“I believe you may recall these two,” Mallory smiled. “They are rather anxious to get back in our good graces, as you will soon find out.”
With a nod from Mallory, the two went to work. One went to Heather’s front while the other walked around behind her. Heather felt a pair of hands slip alongside her, gripping and massaging her breasts. At the same time the one in front began to stimulate her with her tongue. It was immediately apparent she knew what she was doing. In spite of her stringent bondage, Heather felt the level of pleasure begin to rise. The girl’s tongue easily slipped well inside of her, the warm, wet probing making her forget for a time that all was not truly well. While that was happening, the girl behind her began rubbing her breasts with a vibrating dildo, her nipples becoming erect immediately.
Across the room, sixteen year old Samantha was obviously aroused. She squirmed, s best she could, against what was becoming immensely pleasurable sensations. Her actions caused her body to sway, but in no way prevented the vibrator from doing its dastardly work. Mallory decided to help the show along a bit by increasing the vibrator’s speed. Her tiny form quivered in response, her grey eyes widening as her body trembled.
“Looks like little sis is enjoying herself,” Mallory taunted.
She walked over and tickled Heather’s armpit with her fingernails, a maneuver she knew from experience would bring a response from the restrained blonde. This new sensation seemed ramp up the pleasurable affects of the twin’s assault on her helpless form. Sweat was trickling down her face, across her breasts, and over her thighs so heavily that she began to look almost as oiled as her younger sister.
Samantha’s first orgasm was seismic in nature. Her body bounced around so violently that Heather feared she would hurt herself. Drool spilled from her chin down her chest as her head shook back and forth, running in rivers to the peaks of her small pointed nipples, and then dripping down across her delineated rib cage. Seeing someone so pleasured brought Heather to the same crest, as the young oriental in front stopped licking long enough for the one behind to run the vibrating dildo up and into her wet sex. While that was tended to, the pussy-licker used her considerable talents on Heather’s large breasts, squeezing them into peaks, and sucking the nipples to stiff erection. As much as she tried to stifle it, her body betrayed her. The girl’s hands were everywhere now, their fingers working with expert precision to engorge every available capillary, and to excite as many nerve endings designed to bring arousal as feasibly possible. Heather’s body began to quiver, and obviously leery of failing at their assigned mission, the oriental girls paused momentarily to look at Mallory. Familiar with her former lover, Mallory motioned for them to continue until she began to see mottled patches appear on Heather’s tanned flesh. She waited a few moments more.
“Stop,” she ordered simply, at which point all attentions ceased.
Heather flexed her legs, anguished that what had seemed so near was apparently going to be lost.
As the two oriental girls backed away, Mallory stepped forward. She stroked the tips of the helpless blonde’s engorged nipples, as Samantha once again cried out in pleasure, her small form rippling in the throes of pleasure.
“Wouldn’t you like to be in her shoes,” Mallory purred.
Heather gave her a look that was both pleading and angered. Already her body was losing the arousal that had dominated her senses. She clenched her eyes shut, but only for a moment. The bite of cold, jagged steel on her still sensitive nipples demanded her attention. She looked down to see tiny alligator clips, their teeth gnawing at the tender flesh, fastened on to them. They were connected by silver chain. Heather wanted to scream out, but her resolve denied it. Mallory laughed at her, grabbing the connecting chain and tugging on it until her nipples were extended painfully away from her chest. Then she released it, the flesh springing back into place and the chain slapping against her rib cage.
Heather’s couldn’t suppress a wail though when the plastic switch fell sharply against her thighs. It fell three times against her right one, then a half dozen more times against her left. It was Katrina who delivered them.
“I find a little pain serves well measured pleasure nicely,” Mallory smiled.
Three more were delivered in rapid succession across Heather’s butt. Then the twins were ordered back to once again work their magic on the helpless girl.
The process repeated itself. The oriental girls performed so admirably as to earn praise from Mallory and Katrina. Again and again Heather was brought to the brink of mind numbing orgasm, just to have it jerked from under her like a cheap rug. It was well into the night when Heather was finally let down, her arms and legs numbed from her hours in bondage. Samantha was hauled out so limp with exhaustion she had to be carried. Heather was dragged to a corner of the dank room, and her gag released. She spat out the sodden panties, only to have it replaced with a four inch ball gag. Her arm binder was replaced with stainless steel handcuffs, fastened around and I-beam support post. Then for good measure her ankles were crossed and bound with the leather thong used to gag her. That would keep her from standing. When they were done, Mallory bent down close.
“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?” Mallory taunted her. “You probably thought I was going to try to get you to talk after all that.”
Mallory reached down and tugged on the clips still clamped tightly on the blonde girl’s nipples. Heather swung her head to the side, her sweat-matted hair flying over her shoulder as she tried to avoid looking at her antagonist.
“That would be too easy,” Mallory continued. “I’m thinking days, or even weeks of this are in order. As much as I enjoy seeing this heaped on you, I think I enjoy ‘Sam I am’ even more.”
Mallory dropped the chain connecting the nipple clamps, and stood.
“I’ll see she repays Katrina tonight for all those fantastic pleasures we gave her,” she said, walking towards the door. “She’s getting quite good, you know.”
Heather was seething.
“Sleep good down here, I doubt the rodents will find you as tasty as I.”
She blew the blonde a kiss, and left.