Farrah couldn’t shake the bad feeling in her stomach. The plan seemed solid enough, sure. It had even been Aurora’s idea and she was a genius. But something felt wrong. She couldn’t tell exactly what but maybe it had to do with being left bound and gagged by a member of the Weston Agency. Again.
Whatever the reason, Farrah felt nervous. She took in a deep breath and exchanged glances with Aurora. The legendary thief simply nodded and Farrah set her down on the ground near the entrance to a small office building.
“You sure about this plan, boss?” she asked.
“Mmm hmm,” Aurora said, nodding. The thief was tightly bound in soft, blue rope. She was missing her coat and hat and clad only in her red catsuit and heeled, black boots. The ropes bound her legs at the ankles, calves, above and below the knees and at her thighs. Another rope wound around her waist and pinned her crossed and bound hands behind her back. More rope framed her breasts, below and above, and was cinched tightly by a rope that wound around the back of her neck. A final length of rope attached her bound arms to her wrists. The finishing touch was a matching gag with her mouth stuffed full with a soft cloth and sealed inside by a thorough wrapping of blue duct tape.
“Just to warn you, Agent Hunter can be kind of, um, scary,” Farrah said. “She doesn’t play nice.”
Aurora shrugged as far as she could in her bonds and just giggled. A sparkle in her eye made Farrah feel even more nervous. Just how crazy was this woman?
“Ummm... okay. I’ll be waiting at your place for whoever they send in. They won’t know what hit them.”
“Mmmm hmmm,” Aurora said again, with another giggle.
“And when that’s taken care of I’ll be back for you. I’ll take care of anyone in the way, all right?”
Aurora just nodded this time and Farrah knocked on the front door before bolting away down the street and out of sight. Before the door opened, Aurora put on her best distressed face and started struggling in her restraints, grunting with the effort.
Lanala approached the door. “Jonas, that better be you with the...” Lanala stopped when she opened the door. “Documents. What the hell?”
“Mmmph! Mmm mmm!” Aurora said, struggling harder in her bonds.
“Umm.... what?” Lanala stepped outside and took a look both ways, seeing nobody there. “This... this can’t be what I’m seeing.”
Lanala closed her eyes and took in a sharp breath. She could still hear Aurora’s muffled protests and when she opened her eyes again the thief was still there, helplessly bound and gagged on their doorstep. There was nothing else for it so Lanala turned around and called for her wife. “Artema!”
Artema came running at the sound of Lanala’s worried voice. “Lanala, what’s....” Artema stopped speaking when she saw the squirming Aurora tied up outside the front door to the facade building that held their underground headquarters. “Wrong.”
“Yeah,” Lanala said. “Somebody knocked and this is what I found when I opened the door.
“This doesn’t feel right,” Artema said. “But we still have a job to do. We’ll bring her inside and see what she knows. Might be we can get ahead of whatever trap she’s laid out for us.”
“You sure that’s a good idea?”
“Well, if we leave her here, we’re not doing our jobs. We’ve got a warrant for her arrest you know. Even if she’s laying a trap for us.”
“At least I know what my first question will be,” Lanala said.
Artema lugged the struggling thief up onto her shoulder and Lanala shut the door behind her. They both walked into the empty building and stopped in front of a staircase leading upward. The staircase opened up and revealed a small elevator. With their newly found captive in tow, the two women stepped into the elevator and rode it down to the headquarters below.
...
Aurora hardly flinched when the tape was ripped off her mouth. She spit out the soft cloth and Artema knelt down to meet her eyes.
“So lovely to see you again, Agent Hunter,” Aurora said.
Artema stepped back and allowed Lanala to take her place. Lanala placed a chair in front of Aurora and turned it backwards. She sat down in it and held the thief’s intense stare.
“I’m going to ask you some questions,” Lanala said. “And I’d like you to answer them honestly. Do you think you can do that?”
“Agent Spark, my sweet. I would do anything for you,” Aurora said. “I’m just so pleased I finally got the chance to meet you. And it’s no wonder a beauty like Agent Hunter fell for you, gorgeous.”
“That will be enough of that,” Lanala said. “Answer only my questions. Or I may have to turn you over to Agent Hunter.”
Aurora chuckled. “Are you really going to use that old routine? Don’t they teach you anything in this Agency? You have to know that someone like me has been captured before. Interrogation is nothing new to me.”
Lanala leaned forward and found this time that Aurora’s stare was hard to keep. “Miss Moreno, I’d care to hear how it is you wound up on our doorstep. Who captured you and brought you here?”
“A good question, Agent Spark,” Aurora said. “But, alas, I must have been unconscious. I remember one minute that I was safe and sound in my apartment and the next I was bound and gagged in front of your offices, completely alone. I’m afraid I have no other memory of what transpired.”
“I see. How convenient for you,” Lanala said. “Can you think of anyone outside of the Weston Agency who might try to capture you?”
“It is possible that the very woman you’re searching for might have had something to do with it. You know, Cobra? Of the Guardian Agency Group? I believe your organization has her listed as a potential domestic terrorist, yes?”
“Jhana? You think Jhana did this to you? Why?” Lanala asked.
“You’d have to ask her. Maybe she sees me as a threat.”
“Are you?”
Aurora smirked. “I’m always a threat, Agent Spark.”
Lanala rolled her eyes. “Are you a threat to Jhana?”
“Again, you’d have to ask her.”
Lanala rubbed her eyes and stood up from the chair. “Agent Hunter, do you think you could find out more from the prisoner?”
Lanala stepped back and Artema glared down at their captive and cracked her knuckles. “It would be my pleasure,” she said.
“Ooooh, I do like to play rough, Agent Hunter,” Aurora said with a smile.
Artema instead stomped on the chair Lanala had been sitting in, splitting the seat in two. She picked up the shattered plastic chair and broke the hollow, metal legs in pieces. The metal clattered to the floor and Artema tossed the rest of the broken chair away, leaning down close to Aurora’s face.
“That’s you if you don’t give me a straight answer,” Artema said.
“I’m shaking,” Aurora said, still with a cocky smirk on her face.
“What are you planning?”
“Planning? What do you mean, Agent Hunter?”
“You set this whole thing up,” Artema said. “Jhana isn’t stupid. She wouldn’t just drop you off at our door for no reason. I know you’re too useful to her, what with the aggression pill you’re working on in that lab.”
Aurora’s lips widened into a smile. “Ah, you heard about that did you?”
“You know we did. That’s why you set this whole thing up, isn’t it? You trying to scare us? Shut us up? What’s the play here?”
“Play, Agent Hunter? I’m always playing. You should know that better than most.”
Artema grabbed another chair and threw it against the two-way mirror, leaving another crack in it.
“Tell me the plan! Now!”
“My, so violent. You’re exciting me, Agent Hunter.”
“Don’t make me hurt you!”
“By all means do,” Aurora said. “I’d love that.”
Lanala stepped forward and placed a hand on Artema’s shoulder. “This isn’t working,” she said. “Let me try.”
Lanala sighed when she spotted the broken chair on the floor and stood over Aurora this time. Artema stepped back to the door, glaring, and folded her arms.
“Hello again, Agent Spark. So sweet and soft, unlike your brutish wife. Am I right?”
“Your taunts will get you nowhere, Miss Moreno. Now, if you will not tell us what it is you are planning, then perhaps you might tell something about Jhana.”
“Jhana, you say? You mean the wretched woman who captured me?”
“You’re still going with that, are you?” Lanala asked.
“Of course I am. What other explanation is there?”
“Other than this being a set up, you mean?”
Aurora chuckled. “So paranoid, aren’t you? I mean, you wouldn’t even believe me if I told you I was harbouring Jhana in my apartment to hide out after her little run-in with you two at the hotel.”
“What?”
Aurora chuckled again. “Oh, did I pique your interest?”
“Jhana is hiding out in your apartment?”
“She is there as we speak, Agent Spark. Don’t believe me? Check with your intel man. What’s that bearded oaf’s name? Agent Shadow? He sent in a recon team to spy on me. They saw her, in the flesh, waltzing around my apartment. She’s alone there right now. So what are you doing wasting time on me when you could be hunting down your real target?”
“I’ll check in with him right now,” Artema said. “And if you’re lying, well, don’t forget about what happened to that chair.”
“Oh I haven’t, Agent Hunter. Believe me,” Aurora said with a grin.
“In the meantime, Agent Spark, if you could gag her again I would appreciate it,” Artema said.
“Oh, yes please, Agent Spark,” Aurora said.
Lanala sighed. “You bondage lovers are insufferable.” She picked up the soft cloth that had been in Aurora’s mouth and stuffed it back inside when Aurora opened her mouth obediently. With a nearby roll of silver duct tape, Lanala lifted Aurora’s hair and wrapped the tape several times around Aurora’s head to seal the cloth inside.
“That should keep you quiet,” Lanala said.
“Mmm hmmm,” Aurora said. “MMMPH!”
“You don’t have to test it, you know.”
“MMMPH MMM MMPPH!”
“All right. Enough. Just wait here. We’ll have someone guarding you in the meantime.”
Artema and Lanala left the interrogation room, locking the door behind them. Artema called Celia down from Elyn’s quarters (again) and waited for the small brunette to turn up. When She did, Artema addressed her sternly.
“Agent Swift, you are to guard this prisoner. Agent Spark and I are going to confer with Agent Shadow on target Cobra’s whereabouts. If we do not find her, I will return shortly. If we do, however, then Agent Shadow and I will be guiding a mission and I will let you know what happens from there. Are we clear?”
Celia nodded. “We’re clear, Agent Hunter. Who’s the prisoner?”
“The prisoner is target Blaze.”
“Wait... what?”
Celia ran to the two-way mirror and peered into the room. “Oh my God. How did you capture her?”
“We didn’t,” Artema said. “Which is why you must be vigilant, Agent Swift. Agent Spark and I believe this to be a set up.”
“Oh. I see.”
“Please take care, Agent Swift. And report anything suspicious from the prisoner or anyone else directly to me.”
“Will do, Agent Hunter.”
...
Taria sidled up to the rear exit of the loft apartment building with Lanala close behind. Artema opted for discretion but she still sensed a trap and didn’t want to send all of her agents directly into it. So, instead, she had Taria back up Lanala, who volunteered to go.
What Aurora had said turned out to be true. Jonas confirmed it himself, though he didn’t know that Aurora had seen his recon team. Jhana had indeed been spotted within Aurora’s penthouse apartment. But Artema still didn’t fully trust that Jhana was actually there. Something about the whole thing just didn’t sit right.
Taria, however, was feeling eager. She, perhaps more than anyone, wanted to take down Jhana herself. So she spearheaded their current duo and aggressively approached the apartment building.
“Taria, slow down!” Lanala hissed. “We have to do this right!”
“What do you take me for?” Taria whispered back. “And, besides, we can’t afford to take our time and let that witch escape again.”
Taria continued onward and pried open the door, bolting inside. Both agents wore dark stealth suits for the mission. They were skintight, full body suits that helped keep them concealed in the darkness. Both women wore black but Taria wore light flats as opposed to Lanala’s flat, knee-high boots.
Inside, the lights went out as soon as Taria entered and an angry voice spoke in her ear. “Agent Blade, you’re going too fast. You were nearly detected and Shadow almost didn’t have time to conceal you.”
“Agent Hunter, time is of the essence,” Taria said. “We cannot afford to let the target escape.”
“We don’t even know if she is still there, Blade. It’s too dangerous for the two of you to split up. Stick with Spark.”
Taria grumbled to herself but she waited for Lanala nonetheless. When they were together again, a raspy, tired voice spoke into her ear this time.
“The receptionist is away from the desk,” Jonas said, still feeling the effects of his various injuries. “You are in the clear for the elevator to the top floor. Aurora’s guards are scrambling to the basement as we speak so you have a limited window to get in there.”
The two women crept through the hallway to the elevator and it was a smooth ride up to the top. Taria rushed out first and burst into the penthouse on her own.
“Taria, wait!” Lanala said. Taria didn’t answer her and Lanala couldn’t see where she had gone. She crept silently forward and leaned against the wall. Lanala peered into the dark room and couldn’t see anything. Before she could step inside, however, she felt someone tap her on the shoulder.
Lanala jumped and whirled around, but stopped short of hitting the person when she saw who it was.
“Farrah, what-”
“Shh! I heard Jhana was in here. I’m here to help you. I want that witch taken down just as badly as the rest of you.”
“Why should I trust you?”
“Please, Lanala, I’m your informant. And I’ve had enough of getting captured. Time I started working with you.”
Lanala furrowed her brow but Farrah seemed genuine. The large woman was not exactly someone that she liked the idea of starting a fight with, either. Farrah was supposed to be on their side, after all. She had already demonstrated that she was willing to fight Jhana. So Lanala decided to work with Farrah for now.
“I’d say it’s about time,” Lanala said. “Did you see Taria?”
“I didn’t see anyone. I went and hid when the elevator came up. I thought Aurora’s goons were coming back up here. But then I saw you. So Taria is in there?”
“Yes, and I haven’t heard from her and I can’t see her. Watch my back while I go in there.”
“Sure thing,” Farrah said.
Lanala stalked silently into the penthouse apartment and still couldn’t see Taria. She stepped further into the room and her eyes adjusted to the darkness where she saw Taria, lying unconscious on top of Aurora’s heart-shaped bed.
“Taria! What happened?”
“I know what happened,” a familiar voice said from behind her. “Something like this!”
Before Lanala could turn around, one strong arm grabbed onto her waist and pulled her close. Another pushed a wet cloth with the same odourless substance as before over her mouth and nose. It did its work quickly and Lanala felt more tired with every breath she took. The last thing she said before passing out was a muffled half curse at Farrah, their treacherous informant, who laid her down gently onto the carpet.
“Let’s get you ladies secured,” Farrah said to herself.
...
The lights stung Lanala’s eyes when she woke up again. Her head was swimming but it was a familiar feeling. It was starting to become too familiar, in fact. So much so that she came to her senses much quicker than the woman across the room from her.
Lanala didn’t even have to move to guess. She tugged at her limbs and found them unable to move. Oh, damn it all she thought. Why does this happen to me so damn much?
Taria was still unconscious across the room. The blue-haired woman was heavily bound with coarse rope to a... pole in the centre of a round platform by the wall. What did Aurora need with a pole like that, anyway? Lanala’s slightly innocent mind couldn’t comprehend why someone would want a thin, gold-coloured pole like that in their room.
The rope binding Taria’s body held her legs together at the ankles, calves, above and below the knees and at the thighs. Her wrists were bound behind the pole and attached to another rope around Taria’s waist. More rope pinned her arms to the pole and to her sides, wrapping around her torso and framing her chest. Adding to that was a leather collar fit snugly around Taria’s neck and it, in turn, was lashed to the pole to hold her up straight. Her head dangled as Taria still had not regained consciousness. But Lanala could still see huge, blue ball gag that had been shoved into Taria’s mouth, complete with a strap that tightened beneath her chin. For whatever reason, Farrah had also blindfolded Taria with a shiny, silk scarf that matched both the gag and Taria’s hair. Lanala didn’t know why she herself wasn’t blindfolded but that didn’t matter.
Lanala herself was tied up with similar rope, though it looked much smoother and perhaps not as thick as the rope that Taria had been tied up with. Lanala was tied in a sitting position on Aurora’s bed but she couldn’t move very far. Her wrists were crossed and tied behind her back and secured to the headboard of the bed. The rope also framed her chest and pinned her arms in place at her sides. Her legs were crossed in a lotus position and tied together at the ankles and knees. Further rope pulled her wrists up and secured them to her bound arms. Lanala decided then to test her voice, though she could already feel something pressed tight to her lips.
“Mmmph,” she said. The gag hardly permitted her to make a sound. It felt stretchy but it hugged tight to her lips and they showed through the white surface, as well as whatever soft object had been stuffed in her mouth. It could only be microfoam tape wrapped tightly around her head.
Lanala tried struggling but Farrah had secured the ropes very tightly and there were no knots within reach. Her stomach sank when she realized that her magnetic power would be useless against her bonds and even the headboard, since it was made of wood. Perhaps she could move the pole across the room? But all that would accomplish would be to make Taria fall over, still securely bound and gagged. There wasn’t much to be done at that point.
Remembering Farrah, Lanala looked around the room frantically and saw no one but Taria across the room. Their captor had fled the scene, it seemed, knowing that Artema would be on her way. But there was no sign of Jhana either. Lanala realized then that they had, indeed, been set up. If Jhana was here before she certainly wasn’t anymore and she hadn’t been from the moment Aurora had been left bound and gagged on their doorstep. The only thing to do now was to struggle and escape. But, of the two, Taria was the far more skilled escapologist. So Lanala, squirming in her bonds, did her best to try and wake Taria.
“Mmmph! Tmmrmm! Wmmk mmmp! MMMMPH!”
Taria still didn’t wake. Whatever chemical Aurora had made to knock out her captives was certainly powerful stuff. Lanala didn’t like the fact that she was getting used to it, however. Why was she always getting captured like this? Was she cursed or something? Did someone, somewhere, actually like seeing her caught up in these situations? Were these things orchestrated by some unseen hand?
You’re losing it, Lanala she said to herself. Focus. Stop acting paranoid. Get Taria to wake up.
“Mmm mmmm mmmmph!” she grunted. The gag really made her silent. It might be best to save her energy and let Taria awaken on her own. Besides, it’s not like either of them would be going anywhere in a hurry. Taria still had to escape her own bondage and it looked quite difficult, even for her. So all Lanala could do then was wait and hope that Taria could escape. Or that Artema could find them. Whichever came first.
...
Celia couldn’t help but watch Aurora writhe and squrim inside the interrogation room. The beautiful thief looked quite good all bound and gagged. She moaned into her gag and wriggled about, back and forth, unable to free herself. Still watching her, Celia had the sudden desire to be in Aurora’s position. It was always such a thrill to be tied up. She kept going to Elyn’s room for bondage sessions and had even gotten fairly good at tying herself up. But nothing could compare to the inescapable feeling when someone else had her tied up.
Even in her warm summer clothes, Celia found herself sweating a bit at the thought of being tied up. It was hot that day and she had chosen to dress light. She wore a tight, brown tank top and matching short shorts that hugged tight to her shapely legs. Feeling a bit like Elyn, Celia had bought herself a nice pair of black sandals with a short heel. She didn’t quite like the high heels that Elyn wore but the heels accentuated her legs and she liked how she looked in them.
Celia had to give her head a shake and focus from her distracted thoughts. She was supposed to be guarding a prisoner, not fantasizing about being a prisoner. Reluctantly, Celia stepped away from the glass and sat down in her chair by the locked door. Even away from Aurora, however, Celia couldn’t stop her mind from wandering. She leaned back and held her hands behind the back of the chair and closed her eyes. She imagined ropes encircling her body and holding her fast. It was an intoxicating feeling.
A sound distracted Celia from her thoughts and she stood up from her chair. It sounded like... heavy footsteps. She decided to call out into the hallway.
“Hello? Artema, is that you?”
Nobody answered her. Now it was strange and Celia raised her guard. It wasn’t like anyone in the Agency to go without answering like that. And it certainly wasn’t Artema. Celia froze when she suddenly felt something pressed up against her back.
“No sudden moves, girl,” a deep, woman’s voice said to her. She knew that voice, but only just. The two of them had hardly ever come in contact before.
“Farrah!”
“Quiet now. Unlock that door or you’ll get a gut full of lead.”
“Artema is right down that hallway. She’ll know you’re here,” Celia said.
“Unfortunately not. Nobody is coming for you, dear. Artema’s out, I’m afraid. And everybody else is having a nice little nap, including that guy with the beard. Almost fell over himself when I hit him.”
“You’ll pay for that,” Celia said. “Jonas has been hurt enough by you people already.”
“Shut up and unlock the door, girl.”
Celia said nothing more and unlocked the interrogation room. Aurora’s eyes smiled when she saw Celia being guided into the room by Farrah.
“Hmmm hmmm,” Aurora chuckled into her gag.
“Sit down in that chair over there and put your hands behind your back,” Farrah said.
Celia once again did as instructed and Farrah quickly bound Celia’s hands with a heavy zip tie. She also took care to bind Celia’s ankles before moving to Aurora. Farrah untied the thief from her chair in no time and then used the blue ropes to finish binding Celia, tying her wrists and ankles together as well as framing her chest and binding her arms. More rope went around her waist and pulled her wrists in even tighter and then wound around Celia’s calves and thighs. Farrah stuffed the wet cloth that had been in Aurora’s mouth for hours into Celia’s mouth and sealed it with a heavy wrapping of duct tape from the roll still in the room.
Celia growled and struggled, glaring at the two of them as they left the room. Aurora blew her a kiss as they shut and locked the door behind them, Celia still grunting and struggling against her bonds. When they were outside the room, Aurora smirked at Farrah.
“Well that was fun,” she said. “How did things go for you?”
“Tied up all the loose ends,” Farrah said. “And Agent Hunter has left the building.”
“Perfect. Go back to my apartment and wait for the others. I’m sure they’ll try to mount a rescue. Let them come. I’ll stay here and see about planting a few more bugs. And do take care not to get yourself all tied up again, Farrah. As much as I enjoy seeing a strong woman like you in bondage, it’s really not a good idea this time.”
“All right, boss.”
With Farrah and Aurora going their separate ways, Celia still mewled and struggled in her tight bondage, locked in the interrogation room. At least she was at home this time and in no immediate danger. That meant she could enjoy it even more. Still, she was feeling pretty angry about Farrah and she needed to check up on Jonas to see if he was all right. But she knew she couldn’t escape her bonds on her own so she couldn’t exactly do anything about it.
Celia strained her wrists against the tight zip tie but it was thick and strong. She also had no leverage with her hands tied behind her and the additional ropes around her body. They weren’t about to break on their own, either.
She tugged against the ropes around her arms but they squeezed her tight when she struggled. Celia was also certain that nobody could hear her gagged screams inside the interrogation room. Even still, she felt that she may as well have some fun if she couldn’t escape. And maybe she would get lucky and somebody would hear her.
“HLLLMP MMM! HLLMMMP!”
The tape and the stuffing did its job; it was all but a certainty that no one would hear her like this. So now it was just about the fun of screaming into a gag, which she had been doing earlier anyway.
“MMMMPH! MMM MMMM! HLMMMPP!”
She stopped her gagged screaming and started struggling furiously. Celia closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel every bit of her bondage. It felt good. And it was even more exciting to know that she would be stuck in here for quite some time until somebody woke up and found her. Tired from her struggling, Celia sighed into her gag and waited to catch her breath. She hoped this fun lasted and that nobody was badly hurt. Then this might just be a good day after all.
...
“MMMRRGGGHH! MMMPH MMMPPH MMMMMMPPPPHHHH!”
Taria’s furious gagged screams did little to help her escape. The thick, coarse rope would not yield to her rage and she was still helplessly bound to the pole in Aurora’s penthouse. She was beginning to tire out from all of her struggling. The blasted collar didn’t help, either, as it robbed her of taking deep breaths. Drenched with sweat underneath the sweltering stealth suit, Taria slumped into her bonds and groaned into her gag.
“Mmmph!” Lanala tried shouting encouragement from the bed but it was useless. She was very effectively silenced by her gag and she knew that she wasn’t getting free. It was up to Taria to escape if Artema didn’t get there soon.
In her mind, Taria reached a level of calm. She closed her eyes and managed to quell the white hot rage the burned inside her, instead putting all of her focus on measured, precise movements. The rope was tight and strong and her movement was extremely limited. But the calm in her mind ignored that fact and now Taria was focussed solely on escape. Picking away at the rope around her wrists, Taria found a very tight knot and worked away at it. Her fingers slipped a few times and she would grunt louder into her gag every time. The rage was starting to creep back into her mind.
Her fingers slipped through the knot one more time and Taria snarled behind her gag, enraged. She tried to stamp her foot on the ground but she could barely move it and that only frustrated her even more. Taria thrashed against the unyielding ropes, screaming and growling in anger.
“DMMN THMMPH KNMMMT!! MMMMPH!”
Sweat poured down her face and a bit of saliva escape from the ball gag and dropped right onto the part of her foot that her flats didn’t cover. She screamed again and continued thrashing about until she was tired again.
Then the cycle repeated itself as she managed to quell her rage and pick away at the knot. This time, however, she had loosened it enough to get a firm grip with her fingers and the rope started to come loose. It took some time and frustrated effort but Taria eventually worked her wrists free and set to work getting the rest of the rope off her body. The escape was slow and methodical but Taria got herself free of the tight bondage and stretched her sore muscles.
“Damn, that was a tough one,” she said. “We’ll get that rotten informant, Lanala. I’ve had just about enough of her.”
“Mmmph! Mmm mmmp mmmph!”
“Oh, right. Sorry.” Taria crossed the room and untied Lanala as methodically as she had untied herself. When Lanala was finally free, the two of them crept to the door and waited on either side, ropes in hand. They knew Farrah would return eventually and they would get the drop on her together.
Sure enough, they heard a smug voice call to them from the hallway. “How’s it going, ladies? Given up yet?”
Taria and Lanala nodded to each other and both made angry, muffled sounds like they were still gagged. Farrah chuckled and entered the room. “Aww, don’t we sound -aggh!”
The two women tackled her to the floor and Farrah fought back hard. She proved to be strong but the combined might of Lanala and Taria won out and they had Farrah’s wrists tied behind her back.
“No! Not again! Let me go!”
“Shut up!” Taria said, shoving the blue ball gag into Farrah’s mouth and strapping it on tight. Lanala added a layer of microfoam tape for good measure and the two of them set to work tightly binding Farrah’s arms in miles of rope.
They then stood her up and marched her to the elevator, where she tried struggling.
“NMMM! STMMP! UMMMTMMM MMMMMMM!!!”
The two women held onto their informant and when they reached the bottom floor, they ran into Artema, surrounded by a group of unconscious goons.
“Oh. I see you took care of things,” Artema said.
“Well, you can thank Taria for that,” Lanala said. “I’m glad to see you. We should get her back to HQ.”
“Agreed,” Artema said. “And maybe you and I can have some more alone time to discuss your boss’s plans, eh?”
Farrah screamed and shook her head. “NMMMM!”
...
The remaining agents started to wake up in their rooms and Jonas had already awoken, a little woozy, and freed Celia. She was relieved to see him all right but a little reluctant to be untied. Nonetheless, Jonas set her free and the two of them set off in search of Aurora, who still hadn’t left the Agency HQ.
Unseen in all of this, however, a pair of eyes watched it all unfold from the shadows. As Artema returned with her two agents and new prisoner, a cocky smirk spread across her dark lips. She reached into her vest pocket and held a small remote in her hand. Her dark eyes smiling, Jhana sat back in her chair and her thumb hovered over a large, red button. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the remote. A dark, shadowy aura radiated from the thing.
“Let the simulation begin,” she said, softly. Jhana pressed the button and everything in front of her flashed white, then black. When she opened her eyes, she smiled. Her creation lay before her and the ten women in the building were trapped inside it.
“Welcome, ladies, to the Isle of Bondage.”