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Heather Duncan: Agent of F.I.T

Part 10

    Samantha Duncan had felt something.  In the jungle, feeling something in the middle of the night usually wasnt a good thing.  But this seemed somehow different. 

   She stirred what little she could.  As usual, she was restrained for the night.  Her movement caused the restraining leather to creak in response.  Her arms tingled inside the single-glove, the soft, supple accessory clinging to her arms like a second skin.  Samantha could feel moisture on her arms, which had formed inside the leather as a result of her arms being one solid unit from the mid-point between her elbows and shoulders, to her cramped, gathered fingers crammed uselessly between her ass cheeks.  Their confinement there was not voluntary.  It was enforced, courtesy of a strap which ran from a ring at the tip of the single glove, to a belt buckled around her slender waist.  Fortunately, this strap had not been applied as punishment.  Not that it was comfortable, but she had easily learned to know when the hated “cunt-cutter” was being administered as punishment.  Actually, there was not much of a learning curve.  Quite simply, if her mind could entertain a rational thought about anything other than what was slicing though her loins, it was not serving as punishment.  But the strap had a purpose.  It held inside of her two devices, the first a 4” long vibrating plug which had been threaded onto the leather strap, then inserted into place inside her rectum.  The second was much larger, at least six inches in length, and now filled the poor girls vagina.  It too had been threaded first onto the leather strap before being inserted.  Then the leather had been fastened to a buckle on another strap secured around her waist.  Then her ankles had been strapped tightly to her thighs, and the devices turned on to their highest settings.  That had been hours ago.  For a time, Samantha had resisted the pleasure being forced upon her, but the futility of that soon forced her to reconsider, and at last she allowed the pleasure to consume her.  But the batteries had long ago gone dead.  Samanthas exhausted body had been quiet for hours, covered with the sticky residue of her own pleasure, and the sweat that had been produced earning it.  She had been left alone in one of the small rooms that Mallory used to store some of her personal effects, ignored for the time being while Mallory and Alexandra disappeared.  Since the vibrations grew silent, Samantha had attempted to get some sleep, and successfully to some degree.  Then there had been a draft, it seemed.  At first she had assumed it was Mallory returning, and that she would expect to be royally treated for the “gift” of pleasure she had so graciously bestowed on the blonde teen.  But there had been only that draft of cooler air on her weary, naked body.   Samantha rolled onto her side and strained her ears.  There was a noise.  She scissored her doubled legs in an attempt to move back from the door.  Suddenly there was a bright light.  It came in a narrow beam from a source about half the width of her little fingernail, but it packed a lot of light with it.  Samantha whimpered through her gag in hopes that whoever it was had come looking for her.  The light shifted down the length of her body, as if to examine exactly how she was restrained, and then it came closer.  She felt some fingers fumbling with the leather straps holding her legs, and gave a sigh of relief as the one holding her left leg folded tightly came free.  She straightened it, moaning with exhilaration at the returning circulation.  The action was repeated on her right leg, and again her sigh of relief was audible.  She shifted her body so they could better access her arms.  She squealed into the gag as she was jerked to her feet by the hair.  Words were spoken in what Samantha recognized as a local native dialect, but she understood none of it.  The hand continued to hold her hair as another set of hands wrapped some type of wide padded band around and over her ball gagged mouth, reinforcing its effectiveness.  It was wrapped a half dozen times or so and fastened in place.  Two long leather cords were looped over her neck, and tightened, one held by a man in front, and one from the rear.  More words were spoken, and then a sharp slap to her naked butt signaled that they wanted her to move.  Her legs were unsteady, but the leashes around her neck drew tight, and with figures both in front and behind, Samantha was led out of the room and into the dark jungle night. 

   The pace was brisk.  The young blonde ran clumsily without the use of her arms, and with her breathing stifled she was forced to gather all the air she needed through her nose.  In spite of everything, Samantha marveled at how there was little noise.  After several minutes they reached the shore of the river.  There were a number of canoes there, pulled ashore and crudely hidden.  The moon was out, and Samantha could make out that there several men, most of them small in stature.  In fact, most of them were shorter than she was.  They were dressed in native garb, which meant they wore very little.  One of the men barked a command which sent several of the others scurrying to fetch a canoe.  While this was being done the two men holding her leashes entertained themselves with the young blondes body, rubbing her nipples and tugging on the rings piercing them.  The man behind her slid his hand between her legs, feeling the strap bisecting her plump mound.  He laughed and said something in his native tongue as his fingers discovered the devices buried within Samanthas sex.  Their exploration of her helpless body was far too short for their purposes, as the men soon had the canoe ready for travel.  Samantha stepped into the canoe at the prodding of the men.  She was forced to the bottom of the canoe, and the man holding the leash from her front looped it about her thighs.  He pulled the slack out, forcing her chest down against her thighs, then bound them tightly, keeping her chest pressed against the tops of her thighs.  The second leash, the one held by the man behind her, was run down her back.   They lay her on her side and crossed her ankles.  While one of the men pushed her ankles up against her butt, the other bound them tightly there.  When the man released her ankles, they sprang away from her butt, at the same time tightening the rope around her neck.  Samantha knew that any amount of struggling would jeopardize her ability to breathe, so she lay as still as possible, her small tightly bound form silently enduring this terrifying journey.






   Heather hung miserable and silent in a cool, damp room.  Her wrists and arms had long ago gone numb.  Her legs fortunately, were in great condition.  She pushed herself up on tiptoe once again to relieve the pain and discomfort in her wrists.  There had been no conversation as to how long she would have to stay like this, and no-one had come to check on her.  Her neck was sore from having to look down, but the blindfold she wore prevented her from seeing anything.  Her wrists had been fastened together in front with a plastic zip-tie, which in turn was fastened to a shackle at the end of a hydraulic wench.  This had been raised until Heather was on her toes.  Her elbows were fastened together behind her head with another tie.  She was thankful she still wore the lightweight jacket as it afforded her arms a bit of protection against the sharp plastic.  Her mouth was gagged with a thick, hard, rubber-coated length of wood, pulled tight enough to be painful.  It didnt keep her completely quiet, but what was the point?  Heather decided the risk of further irritating her captors wasnt worth taking.  Besides, in light of all that had transpired, she was rather certain they had not overlooked the fact that she could make some amount of noise.  She wasnt going to give them the satisfaction of knowing she was suffering.  Her legs were spread and fastened to the ends of a bar.  The bar was about three feet long, and that rather moderate spreading of her legs would have been quite tolerable had it not been for the fact that she had spent most of the time on her toes.  It was a cruel, strenuous bondage.  She could stay on her toes and give her arms some relief, all the while stressing her calf and thigh muscles.  Or she could just barely touch the floor with the three-and-a-half inch heels of her boots, transferring the strain to her arms and shoulders. 

   After what seemed like an eternity, there were footsteps.  Heather could tell there were four of them.

   “Remove the blindfold,” said the voice Heather recognized from the car phone.

   She felt a fumbling at the back of her head, and the padded leather blindfold came free.  She shook her head a bit, and with difficulty raised her head.

   “Agent Duncan,” the woman hissed.  “Ive heard so much about you.”

   Heathers eyes widened.  She knew instantly who this was.  Every F.I.T agent had been versed on Selena.  The blonde agent found her to be even more beautiful in person than the intelligence photos.  She had been rumored to be back in her old haunts of Eastern Europe.  Heather had been told that she was even more deadly than she was beautiful, and she was stunning.   Besides her legendary figure, Selena was known for her interesting tastes in clothing, and a fondness for interrogating and indulging in the pleasures of beautiful women.  On the clothing front, she didnt disappoint.  Heather hoped to avoid an opinion on the second point.  The fact that she was even in Brazil didnt bode well though.

   Selena had dark hair that fell to the middle of her back, and dark brown eyes that seemed pleasant until one looked a little closer.  Then a dark intelligence began to emerge, and along with that a wickedness that could be almost debilitating.  Heather wondered how many agents had been so unfortunate as to endure her wraith.

   The three women with her all wore designer style paramilitary garb.  It was dark and tight, but cut so as to show the sleek feminine muscularity beneath it.  They also wore platform military boots that laced up to just below the knees, and all of them carried semi-auto weaponry of varying sorts.

   Selena was dressed in a leather cat-suit from head to toe. In one hand she held a black leather switch, and in her other hand she held a pair of heavy duty emergency shears.

   “Sorry for the discomfort imposed on you, but after that display in the parking lot we decided not to take any chances,” Selena smiled, pacing around the bound agent as she spoke.

   Heather worked her jaws trying to alleviate the pain.

   “Kinga, remove her gag,” Selena ordered one of the girls.

   A muscular looking Brazilian woman came forward and relieved Heather of the gag.

   “Do you have any idea why we have taken you?” Selena smiled.

   “You wanted a fifth for tomorrows tee time?” Heather quipped.

    That brought some good laughter.

   “I had heard you were clever,” Selena smirked.  “But no, that wasnt what we had in mind.  You see, our plan is to save you some trouble and expense.  You are after the ones whove kidnapped your little sister.  We just plan on taking you to them.”

   Heather ran her tongue over her dry mouth, not sure if she heard it all correctly.

   “Did I miss your thank you?” Selena smirked.

   “Obviously I mistook that welcoming party in the parking lot for something more sinister,” Heather spat.

   “I didnt say it would be a vacation cruise,” Selena hissed.

   A signal on her cell phone indicated she had a text message.  After studying it for a few moments, Selena slipped it back in the small pocket holder strapped to her thigh.

   “Well, it seems I have some bad news and some worse news,” she smiled.  “The bad news is that young Samantha has disappeared.  The worse news is that for now you are to remain with us until the situation is resolved.”

   Heather was caught off guard.

   “What the hell do you mean shes disappeared?” she asked incredulous.  “You mean theyve taken her somewhere?”

   “No, it means they dont know where the hell she is,” Selena spat back.  “Im pretty sure there is a rational explanation for it.  But for now, we are going to keep you away from there.”

   “If she is found anything less than completely intact, and this is no idle threat, I will personally enjoy the misery I shall inflict as retribution,” Heather seethed.

   “You know,” Selena hissed, coming up close to look into Heathers face, “I would be careful issuing threats, all things considered.”

   The blonde agent was just barely containing another verbal assault.

   “Whatever ills may befall sweet little Samantha, I doubt you will be much in the mood, and certainly wont be in any position, to exact ANY measure of revenge,” Selena spat, once again moving back slightly from the bound woman.   “Of course thats all irrelevant for the time being.  And speaking of retribution, theres a few of our recruits whod like to get another crack at you once theyve licked their wounds a bit.”

   “Ahh yes,” Heather sneered.  “Cut me loose and Ill finish the job for good.”

   “Well now,” perhaps I might,” Selena retorted.  “And this time, maybe Ill bring in some of our male personnel.  They would certainly enjoy being rewarded the spoils of victory.”

   Heather could see this was going nowhere.

   “On to more current matters,” Selena said, her tone softening a bit.  “Ive heard so much about your beauty, and certainly at first glance Im not disappointed.  But I think a more informed opinion could be garnered with some modest alterations to your attire.”

   She opened and closed the emergency shears as she spoke.  The shears were stainless steel with a blunt tip designed to cut through clothing or seat belts in the event of an emergency.  They were designed to do quick work.  Selena knelt beside the restrained blonde, and slipped the edge under the bottom of Heathers right pant leg, between the cowboy boots and the denim, and began cutting upwards.  In a matter of moments she reached the top.  She had to pause to remove the brown leather belt, then finished the job with a final snip.  The denim peeled away, revealing the blonde girls lovely tanned skin, her muscular legs quivering slightly as they flexed to relieve the strain on her arms.  The same approach on the left leg removed the pants entirely, leaving Heather in only her white briefs.

   Selena stood back a bit, as if to take inventory on what she had just revealed.  She nodded in approval, before returning to the task at hand.  The jacket took some doing.  The sleeves were cut down to the elbows where the tight plastic holding the joints together prevented further destruction.  Instead, the sleeves were cut away and the remainder tugged through the plastic, where it could then be cut off.  Soon it too had been reduced to worthless strips of fabric.  The plain white t-shirt stood no chance, melting away like butter against a hot knife, exposing the white sports bra Heather wore when she ran.

   “Youre being very quiet Agent Duncan,” Selena chuckled.  “Is being stripped against your will something you secretly relish?”

   “Secretly?”  Heather retorted.  “No, Ive always made known my desire to be stripped in the presence of whores.”

   She regretted saying it almost immediately, but then again her tongue had a way of doing that.

      “Kinga, make a note to whip Agent Duncans tits tonight,” Selena hissed.  “And if she utters a single whimper, whip them double.”

   Heather cursed herself silently.  It just didnt pay to be so defiant.  Still, she took a measure of satisfaction in knowing that she had gotten under Selenas skin.

   Selena roughly grabbed the front of the of the sports bra, and with a snip at its center and two more at the shoulders she released Heathers large breasts from confinement.  They bobbed on her chest for a moment then held still, their firmness even more pronounced with her arms restrained as they were.

   “You know, Agent Duncan, that anyone can be broken,” Selena spat, staring into Heathers eyes.  “I will thoroughly enjoy your company over the next few days.  Unfortunately for you, I dont think you will receive the same measure of enjoyment.”

   Her hand grabbed the waistband of the briefs pulled it taut, and snipped through the material.  She tugged it free, and threw the ruined fabric to the floor.  Except for her high-heeled cowboy boots, Heather was now without a stitch.  Furthermore, with her legs spread and fastened to the bar, she was an open invitation to Selena, and Selena was not one to ignore such invitations.  Her fingers expertly parted the crease, already partially parted by the spreading of her legs, painfully pinching the lips of her labia.  She moved her face up close to Heather.

   “Ive heard that this is your weakness,” Selena whispered.  “Everyone has one, no shame in that, but its too bad that this is yours.”

   Heather bit down on her tongue.  It was a defensive response to try and fend off what Selenas expert fingers were accomplishing.  It was failing, as Heather could already feel the sensitive flesh beginning to swell.  Selenas fingers slipped deeper inside, her middle finger stroking Heathers clit, and the blonde agent could feel a bit of her natural lubrication making the job both easier and more pleasant.

   “It looks like the rumors are true,” Selena smirked.

    Heather clenched her eyes shut.  Of course they were true.  She had to have the most sensitive vagina in the western hemisphere.

   As quickly as she started, Selena quit, withdrawing her fingers.  She brought them up in front of Heathers nose, wiping the light coating of moisture across the blonde agents lips.

   “We mustnt get ahead of ourselves,” she whispered.  “Theres always time for pain and pleasure.  But we shouldnt lose sight of the big picture.”

   Selena turned to the commandos standing nearby.

   “Lets cut her down and take her below to level three,” Selena ordered.  “And if she makes even the slightest move to resist, shoot her in the kneecap.  Well not have another exhibition as before.”

   Heather sighed with relief as the guards, eager to comply, lowered the wench holding her arms aloft.  She was far too exhausted to resist, even if she had wanted to.  If these women were actually going to take her to Samantha, she would let it be done, even if it meant going as their captive.  She just hoped there would be some sort of news on Samanthas whereabouts, and soon.







   Samantha had no inkling whether it was day or night.  A short time after they had begun their trip down the river, one of the men had slipped a tight leather hood over her head cutting off anything she might have been able to see.  Its amazing that something as simple as the loss of ones sight can distort time so dramatically as well.  The young blonde girl had no idea if their trip had lasted one hour or four.  But eventually she heard the canoe grind against the bottom, and she knew they had made landfall.  The cords keeping her still on the bottom of the canoe were removed, and she was once again taken from the canoe and hustled some distance from the river.

   While there were a number of men with the abduction party, there were two who seemed to be their leaders.  It was at their command that Samantha was led deep into the forest, and finally into some kind of structure.  And it was there that the two of them dismissed the remainder of the men.  The two of them were called Leo and Gup.  Those were the names given to them by the white men.  They were not their native names.  Leo was called that because he liked to roar, and those that heard him thought he sounded like a lion.  Gup was so named because his bug-eyed nature made him look like a guppy. 

   Leo had never been particularly attracted to white women.  He had always thought them too whiny and needy.  He preferred the women of the Yanamamo who could do the work needed to be done in the jungle.  But as the two men went to work on the young blonde, his body began to betray him.

   They had been given details.  Strict details.  But they could not be adhered to without a considerable amount of handling their captive.  The first order of business was to remove the leather single glove and long since expired vibrating plugs.  Samantha could be heard to expel with a sigh of relief as the irritating invaders popped free.  She was no threat to flee, even with her limbs now free, but Gup held one of her arms just in case.  Leo grabbed a pile of neatly coiled leather of various lengths, all meticulously wrapped to keep them from becoming a tangled mess.  He picked one of medium length, pulled the fastening hitch free, and shook out the 20 foot length of thin, dark leather.  He doubled it, then motioned for Gup to hold the girls hands, palms together, high on her back.  He ran the length around the wrists, passing the free ends through the looped end and tugged it tight.  A quick cinch tightened it even more and was knotted off.  There remained two long trailing ends which went up from the wrists, one passing over the right shoulder, and the other the left.  They were passed under the armpit, around the back, and back over the opposite shoulder.  They were looped through the wrist cinch, tugged on until the wrists were raised even more, and tied off with accessible knots.  They would need to be accessible for what was to come, but for now the arrangement held Samanthas hands well up between her shoulder blades.  Another of the length of thin leather went around her upper arms, just above her breasts, anchoring the arms more securely to her body.  Yet another long doubled length went around her arms midway between her shoulders and her elbows.  This one did not encircle her body, just her bent arms. As Gup pressed Samanthas arms together, Leo tightened the cord, ignoring the bleats and squeals coming from under the hood.  The ends were passed up and over the cord anchoring her arms to her upper body.  They were separated and brought down and once again passed about the blonde girls arms.  Again Gup pressed the arms together as Leo worked all the slack he could out of the leather cord.  When at last they were done, Samanthas arms were very tightly and painfully secured from her wrists all the way down to her elbows in a reverse prayer that put the others she had endured to shame.  A few short weeks ago Samantha would never have dreamed a girls arms could be bent like this.  The knots on her wrists were undone, and the recently obtained slack was removed, before the knots were again re-fastened.  Samanthas fingers were tangled in her hair against the back of her scalp.

    This thorough rope-work required that the tiny blonde be turned this way and that to accommodate the tight cord.  Inevitable in all this was the contact between Samanthas body, and the hands binding it.  At first it was a matter of doing the job right. But as it evolved Leo began to seek out the contact.  His hands lingered a bit longer as they passed by her breasts, enjoying the way the hard nipples felt as they brushed against his hands.  He liked the feel of her platinum hair where it cascaded out from the leather hood, and how the thin cord bit into the sweat-soaked skin.  He grunted at Gup, who grabbed the blonde girls ankles and crossed them one over the other.  There were more muffled whimpers from behind the hood as the Samantha realized they werent yet done.  The ankles were bound very tight as they were held, and Leo made certain to have enough cord left over for the final touch.  Leo positioned himself on the ground with Samantha on her belly and pointed away from him.  He slid himself under the blonde girls thighs so her legs were raised slightly, and bent upwards from the knee, her crossed and bound ankles right in front of his nose.   He handed the length of leather extending off Samanthas ankles to Gup, who took the free end up and around the cords anchoring the wrists up between her shoulder blades.  He brought the ends back, handing them once again to Leo, who grumbled additional instructions to his sidekick.  As Leo began to pull on the cord it was Gups responsibility to see that there was no slippage.  He accomplished this by straddling the helpless girl, grabbing the cord where it came off her ankles, and pulling on it in tandem with Leo.  In short order Samantha was bent back at a painful angle, her ankles curled up over her back and her spine arched on a begrudging path towards her wriggling toes.  While Gup seemed intent on just doing his job, Leo was aware of the subtleties their actions were having on their young captive.  Fear, coupled with the stringent position being forced upon her, was adding to sheen of sweat covering her petite form.  Leo liked the way her wet flesh felt as her thighs rubbed against his arms.  And as they pulled, those thighs necessarily parted to relieve the strain of being bound as she was.  And as the thighs spread, her puffy vulva pulled apart exposing the pink labia beneath, still wet from her earlier stimulation.  Leo gave one last tug, drawing a muted squeal from their captive, before grunting a command to Gup.  His comrade grabbed the cord pinioning her arms to her body and at the same time reached back to grab the slender ankles, and pulled each towards the other.  As he did, Leo pulled out the remaining slack until the poor girl thought surely she would break in two.  As Gup held tight, Leo tied the arrangement off leaving Samantha completely helpless. 

   Leo smiled and motioned towards the teens all-too-available sex.  They had bound her so severely that her thighs were pulled off of Leos lap in the process.  He slid forward until he was once again rubbing against her bald sex, reaching his hands around to squeeze her nipples.  He felt himself stiffening against his loincloth, his erection achingly speared into the fabric separating him from the young blonde.  Leo gripped her breasts, pulling her back onto him, and pressing himself against her.

   Suddenly there was the sound of a round being chambered.  In their native tongue, a womans voice thanked them, but firmly told them to go.  The woman knew their customs.  It was a nice way of saying “if you touch one more hair on Samanthas body it will be the last hair you touch.”  It allowed Gup and Leo to leave with their pride intact.  They had been properly thanked, they had been paid for a job well done, and they would be called upon later if needed.  Leo smiled and nodded, slipping both himself and his raging erection out from underneath the now seriously hogtied blonde.  There was a whimpering from behind the gag as the action caused the tightly bound girl to rock awkwardly on her belly.  With a wave of the hand, the two men were dismissed.

   Samantha felt a pair of hands at the strings which held the leather hood snug about her head.  A few seconds later it was removed.  Her lovely grey eyes squinted against the new light, and the sweat which coated her hair and forehead, and ran into those lovely eyes in a stinging stream.

   “Remember me?” she heard, it was a womans voice.

   It sounded familiar, but her eyes were still watering so much Samantha couldnt quite make out who it might be.   She saw a blurred hand stretch out to her, a bit of soft cloth dabbing at the watery eyes.  She cringed.  It was the woman from the camp.  The one named Sonja who had touched her as she sat helplessly bound in Mallorys hut.  Like before, Sonjas eyes seemed to take her all in, as if she was seeing some fabulous art piece for the first time.  Samanthas head dropped.

   “Look at me!” Sonja snapped.

   Samanthas head still sagged.

   “Look at me or Ill tie your gag to your toes,” Sonja hissed.

   Samantha didnt want any more torments so she once again raised her head.

   “Thats better,” Sonja smiled, kneeling in front of the frightened teen. 

   She reached out and played with the small hard nipples raised free of the floor in the brutal hogtie.

   “I had to be frugal with my affections before,” she whispered.  “But no more.”

  She spun the lovely girl onto her side, and ran her finger through the valley between the lips of her labia, before rolling her back onto her belly.  She was so severely tied that the arch of her body never changed, despite being turned to and fro.  Sonja liked the fact that Samanthas body was so tiny and light as to make handling it no chore at all.  She rolled the helpless teen to her other side, and once again played with her tits, tugging on the shiny silver rings piercing her nipples. 

   “From the time I saw you, you never had a chance,” Sonja smiled.  “So much beauty in so much distress, it was mesmerizing.  All my life Ive done stuff for my family.  I finally said enough, Im doing something for myself.

   Samanthas eyes were clearing now.  She was once again in some type of hut, in a small room but furnished with enough to seat a half dozen or so if needed.  She lay on the floor on a rough reed mat.  The only light was from a handful of candles burning around the room.  

   “I knew then and there I wanted you,” Sonja went on.  “And then I saw the amazing display of what the drug did to that poor girl…” her sentence dropped off.  “It was the most arousing thing Ive ever seen.”

   Samantha was cramping up.  Her arms were bent into an impossible position behind her, her own fingers tangled in her wet hair.  Her ankles were bound, and then wrenched into an equally trying position that kept her painfully arched.  And now she had to hear a brief history of why she was here, in front of yet another psychotic sadist, who seemed to have a need for describing how they had all arrived at this point.  It was not a point worthy of discussion.  It was as if she was talking to a shrink.  If the girl wanted discourse, Samantha would be happy to explain that this kind of behavior was deviant and criminal, charge her twenty bucks, and be done with it. 

   “So,” she continued, “you get to be my lucky subject.  And I cant wait to get started.”

  

  







    Heather bit down hard on her gag as the plastic once again striped her tits.

   “Seven,”  Kinga said as casually as if she were counting coins for correct change.

   Heathers tits were on fire.

   Another loud smack, this one managing to land directly across both nipples.

   “Eight,” Kingas voice again resonated.

   Of course, there was nothing the naked blonde agent could do to stop it.  In fact, her breasts stuck out in a fashion that seemed to mock their assailant, almost daring the plastic switch to make the next blow more severe.  And if the only torment to be endured was to be her striped breasts, she probably could have done so without too much fanfare.   But that wasnt what brought tears to the eyes of the helpless agent.

   After being stripped and brought via elevator to “level three,” Heather was escorted into a small but well lit room.  The room was bare, except for an odd piece mounted in its center.  It was a stout metal post about five feet in height, mounted securely to the floor.  There was a ring at the top of the post, and another about a foot and a half from the top.  Near the base of the post a steel bar had been mounted that ran perpendicular to it.  The bar was about three feet long with leather straps riveted to the ends.  Jutting out from the center of the post was a triangular piece of metal about four feet long.  It appeared to be attached to some type of ratcheting device built into the center of the main post.  Further up was a “T-shaped bar sticking out the same direction as the triangular piece, and it too appeared to be adjustable.

   “Agent Duncan, I hope you have a very high pain tolerance,” Selena said, with enough of a sarcastic bent to make Heathers skin crawl.  “Youre going to need it.”

   Heather didnt doubt that.  She had a bad feeling, but still she wasnt going to let on that this was anything other than standard fare for a rival agent.

   “Kinga, before Miss Duncan goes for a ride, I dont believe weve properly ascertained the absence of weaponry,” Selena sneered.

   Kinga smiled and nodded.

   “Would you please do us the honor?” she continued.  “Agent Duncan has a reputation of being quite the escape artist.”

   “What the fuck,” Heather thought.  She was stripped nude.  How the hell could she be hiding anything?

   “Agent Duncan, you will place both hands atop your head, and spread your legs,” Selena hissed.  “If you fail to immediately follow an order, you will be whipped.  And if you still do not comply, Kobe will be glad to administer her stun gun.”

   Kobe was another tall, muscular type girl of which Selena had seemed to have no shortage of.  She held up her weapon, demonstrating it by activating the metal prongs, the sparks dancing noisily between the two spikes.  Heather knew this was a charade.  She was fuming inside, but she had no chance of fighting her way out of this mess.  With a sigh, she placed both hands atop her head, and spread her legs shoulder width apart.

   “WIDER,” Selena shouted, her booted foot kicking Heathers left leg.

   The kick hurt.  It probably hurt her pride more than it hurt her leg, but she bit her tongue and complied.

   Kinga slipped on a pair of latex gloves, poured a small amount of lubricant on them, and knelt in front of the naked agent.  Her fingers parted the crease in the center of her puffy vulva, working their way up to her labia, and then carefully separating those apart as well.  Two fingers were slipped well up inside, and then in a slow deliberate fashion, they probed all the way around until they had come full circle, then they were removed.  Kinga stood and indicated to Selena that it had passed inspection.  Kinga walked around behind Heather  and ran her hands down between the firm cheeks of the blonde womans ass until she reached the opening of her anus.  Heather glared her disdain at Selena as Kingas finger slipped inside.  It was a sensation that repulsed the shamed agent.  But she held still as the finger probed well up inside before being removed.

   “All clear,” Kinga said.

   “Ah yes, but lets make certain Miss Duncan isnt hiding anything behind her pretty teeth shall we?” Selena smiled, knowing the embarrassment this would cause after just having her other orifices probed by these same fingers.

    Heather tried not to retch as Kingas fingers lifted her tongue, and slid around between her jaws and her teeth.  At last she was done, removing her gloves, and tossing them in a nearby receptacle.

    “Thank you Kinga,” Selena said, once again standing in close to Heather.

    Her hand came forward to stroke at the closely cropped “V” of hair just above Heathers pubic region.

   “As you may know, we dont allow slaves to have pubic hair while in our company,” Selena hissed.  “It can carry so many unwanted hosts.  So tomorrow you will no longer be allowed it.”

   She walked a few steps away.

   “But by tomorrow you wont likely care,” Selena grinned.  “You will have so many other things concerning you that having your cute little pussy shaved may actually provide you a bit of respite from an otherwise miserable ordeal.”

   Selena walked over to a nearby table and grabbed several items.

   “I think well start with this harness gag,” she smiled handing the metal and leather contraption to Kinga.  “And Ive got to believe this plastic coated wire will look fantastic imbedded in her lovely skin.”

   The black plastic wire was thin.  Very thin.  Heather cringed at the thought of being bound with it.

   The girl named Kobe held the stun gun pressed against Heathers belly as a precaution while Kinga and the other girl set about binding and gagging her. The harness gag was a well engineered piece of leather straps and buckles, connected with stainless steel rings, and housing a three and a half inch ball.  Kinga used her considerable strength to make certain each and every buckle was tightened to the fullest, cramming the ball in deep with one hand, and tightening the corresponding strap with the other.

   As this was going on the remaining girl was busy binding the agents elbows and wrists with the thin plastic coated wire.

   “Dont overdo it,” Selena had instructed.  “The less you use the more it stings.  Besides, she cant cut through the wire.  Just make certain its tight.” 

   That last part probably wasnt necessary.  But the advice was adhered to just the same.  Heather tried to remain stoic as the wire was wrapped twice around her arms just above the elbows.  It was pulled as tight as the girl could make it, and then the ends were cinched through the middle, crushing the elbow joints painfully together.   Likewise, the wrists saw two wraps, ends cinched, and almost immediately Heathers arms went numb.

   Selena motioned for them to continue.  Heather began to get a sinking feeling as they shoved her over to the contraption mounted in the floor.  They spun her around so her back was to the main post, her legs straddling the triangular shaped metal.  Heathers ankles were strapped to each end of the bar at the base of the post.  It kept her legs spread, but not uncomfortably so.  When her arms were grabbed from behind and jerked upwards, Heather winced.  They were fastened to the ring at the top of the post, keeping her arms in an uncomfortable position.

   “Enjoy your ride Agent Duncan,” Selena taunted her.

   Heather looked about with anxiously.  There was a noise and as she looked down, to her horror the triangular shaped bar was rising.  It was moving at a slow clip but Heather knew within seconds the sharp top edge would meet her genitals.  She glared at Selena with both disdain and fear.

   “Come on now, I heard you were tough,” Selena taunted her.

   The bar continued to rise until it was within an in or so of Heathers vulva.  Then it stopped suddenly.

   “This is perhaps my favorite part,” Selena hissed.

   She reached her hand into the gap between Heathers sex and the bar, spreading apart the folds of her labia, and plucked at the clitoris, shriveled under its hood from the anxiety the beautiful blonde was now feeling.  Heather closed her eyes, determined to keep from being aroused by the hands of her antagonist, but it was a battle she would lose. 

   “Ahh, thats it,” Selena whispered as she felt the hard button-sized object of her attention begin to stir.

   She bent slightly and took the helpless agents left nipple into her mouth, nibbling lightly at it as her expert fingers continued their work.  With a groan of disgust, Heather felt her “ever ready for fun” clitoris emerge from its hiding place, stiffening and swelling with arousal just as she feared it would.

   “Good girl,” Selena smirked.  “I find a slut like you can appreciate her ride more if she is in the mood.  And you seem to be so easily aroused.”

   Just as Heather was mentally beating herself over the head, another sound brought her out of it.  The cause of this sound was more readily apparent though, because with it came the spreading of her legs.  To her horror, Heather realized that the bar her ankles were attached to could be telescoped out.  Not only that, but it could be raised as well.  As it was spread and raised, Heather began to feel the edge of the triangular shaped metal press into her sex.  Her bare feet fought for purchase on the floor, but gradually she had to go up onto the ball of her foot, then to her toes, then at last to just her big toe, her others splayed out in desperation, until at last it too joined her wriggling brethren, the cold steel now firmly planted where Selena had planned it.  Heather had never known such agony.  Her body weight bore down, crushing her swollen clit against the sharp edge of the metal.  Her eyes opened wide, welling with tears.

   “Hurts doesnt it?” Selena smiled.

   Hurt didnt adequately describe the sensation.  The agony consumed her.

   The bar holding her legs continued to move, splitting her legs wide apart. It finally stopped, holding the gorgeous agents legs just short of perpendicular. With her arms cruelly wired together and raised behind her, Heather had no way of leveraging herself up off the horrid steel edge.  Still, Selena wasnt taking any chances.  The remaining bondage she would complete herself.  She took another long length of the wire and doubled it.  She looped the doubled end around Heathers waist, ran the ends through the loop, and then pulled and tightened the arrangement until the entirety of the black wire disappeared in the blonde girls slender waist.  An overhand knot ensured it would not loosen.  Selena took the free ends down to the ring at the end of the triangular piece of steel now deep in Heathers cunt.  She ran the ends through the ring, took a secondary wrap again through the ring, and applied her weight downwards.  Heather shrieked.  The action caused the naked agent to be pulled forward, her sex sliding across the pointed steel until her arms and legs could be stretched no further, her lovely body arched forward, her breasts thrust out like melons crudely in front.  From that point, the only action her body could take was to be forced down harder against the unrelenting steel until all the give had been played out.  Selena tied the wire tightly in place.  Heather looked at the woman through pain glazed eyes.  The final piece was the line of wire that ran from a ring at the top of the harness gag to the same ring her wrists were tied to.  Stretched tight and tied off, it kept her head up, requiring her to look at the woman in front of her.  Despite the cool dampness in the room, Heather was bathed in sweat as her tanned form strained against the stringent bondage.

   “I dont know how you were treated before,” Selena hissed, “but this is how I treat captured whores like you.”

    She reached her hand out and grabbed the rounded exterior of Heathers vulva where it curved over the stainless peak of the torture horse.  She squeezed the flesh, drawing more agonized moans from the bound girl.

   “Im impressed Agent Duncan,” Selena smirked.  “No one has ever held out like you.  Most are begging or screaming, or most likely both at this point.”

  She walked around the bound girl, checking to see that every knot, every cord, had been maximized for her captives discomfort.

   “Your time with me wont be pleasant,” Selena went on.  “When you are not painfully and skillfully restrained, you will be mired in servitude.  You will be dressed like a slut, if you are even allowed that luxury, and you will do it all without so much as a whisper of attitude.  And when they find that little sister of yours, and you are sent off from here, you will never be able to live down the fact that you were my plaything, plain and simple.”

   She made one more trip around, running her hands over the straining thighs of the blonde agent, before turning to her assistant.

   “Kinga, I believe we promised this cunt a tit-whipping,” she smiled.  “Make it one she remembers.”



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