Jonas was there to greet the sleek, black car that pulled up outside the Agency HQ. He couldn’t stop the nervous feeling in his stomach at the Director herself finally showing up to interrogate their prisoners. Not only did she make him nervous but the increasing evidence that she had been working against them certainly didn’t sit well with Agent Shadow. He just hoped that her first appearance at HQ would be her last and that she would end whatever agreement she had clearly entered into with Jhana. Something told him, however, that nothing was going to go as well as he hoped.

A tall, slender woman stepped out of the car and Jonas snapped to attention. The Director was as steely eyed as they come with piercing, pale blue eyes that betrayed no emotion. She was an older woman, in her early forties, with a pale complexion and black hair done in an updo. Walking to the door with a wide, bracing pace, she peered at Jonas from beneath a pair of square-framed glasses.

As she approached, Jonas noticed that she was dressed for serious business. The director always dressed professionally but Jonas noticed that she reserved the black pantsuit she wore for the days when she would take action. This only compounded Jonas’ nerves as the imposing woman approached him.

“Good morning, ma’am,” Jonas said.

The director blinked once and stared hard into Jonas’ eyes. “Is it? And how do you know what kind of day it is?”

Jonas swallowed once. “I... suppose I don’t. Apologies, ma’am.”

The director said nothing more and stepped inside the disguised office building ahead of Jonas. She waited for him to call the elevator and the staircase leading upward opened up before them. The pair of them stepped inside and rode the elevator downward in absolute silence together.

Jonas stomach, meanwhile, twisted over and over and tied itself into all sorts of horrible knots with each passing second. When they finally stepped out of the elevator, he was relieved to see two friendly faces when Artema and Lanala greeted them.

“Ma’am,” Artema said with a nod.

“Agent Hunter,” the director said. She nodded to Lanala as well. “Agent Spark. I do hope this relationship of yours won’t... get in the way during the process today. I would hate to see a conflict of interest among members of my agency.”

The words made Lanala angry and she clenched her fists tightly. She swallowed hard and took in a sharp breath. “No, ma’am. The private relationship between my wife and I will not get in the way of your interrogation.”

“Good. Agent Hunter, please show me the way to the prisoner.”

“Right this way, ma’am,” Artema said, leading the director away down the hallway.

Jonas breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the two women left them behind. He and Lanala exchanged worried glances.

“I don’t know what it is but that woman scares me,” Jonas said.

“She just makes me plain mad,” Lanala said. Her eyes softened a bit when she turned to look at Jonas. “You doing okay?”

“I mean, I’m nervous as hell. We know for a fact that the director of our agency colluded with our main target and now they’re meeting each other within the same building and I get the sneaking suspicion that everything is about to go completely pear-shaped. But otherwise I’m fine, how about you?”

Lanala let out a long breath. “Worried. About Artema. I don’t like her being alone with that woman.”

“Me neither. But, hey, let’s keep our hopes up. You’re good at that, right? Maybe the director will just gather some information, allow us to transfer her to the custody of the police, and renege on any agreement she had with Jhana. What do you think?”

Lanala gave Jonas a half-hearted smile. “Yeah, you didn’t convince me.”

“Didn’t think so,” Jonas said.

...

“Mmmmmmppphh! Mmmtmmm mm mmmt mmmmnw!” Jhana’s gagged protests made barely a sound within the confines of the interrogation room. She knew others would be watching and put on a show when the director walked in. It was little more than an attempt to keep up appearances. This failed, of course, because Artema watched over them like a hawk and waited to hear what they had to say to one another.

Jhana still wore her dress from the night she had been captured at the casino. It was a long, purple affair that sparkled in the dim light of the interrogation room. The skirt was split up both sides and showed off both of her elegant legs. Her black heels accentuated her legs all the more as she struggled against her restraints.

The grey-skinned, raven haired woman was bound hand and foot to a steel chair inside the agency's interrogation room. Tight ropes that glowed blue with some kind of arcane and technological power hugged her body in a tight embrace. She herself had stolen these ropes from Aurora, the world's greatest thief, who was also a prisoner of the agency.

The ropes began at her ankles, wrapping around them and forcing them together. More of the rope bound her knees and forced her dress to ride up. Further ropes pinned her arms tight to her sides and wrapped around her entire chest. Jhana’s wrists were handcuffed behind the chair and one final length of rope bound her wrists to her ankles. The agency had also taken care to gag her with strong tape wrapped around her head and under her hair. The tape sealed a rubber ball inside Jhana's mouth to keep her silent.

“So here we are,” the director began. “It’s rather miraculous that you're even here at all.”

“Mmmmmpphhh!” Jhana protested.

“It's been a trying time for both of us, I should think.”

“Hmmmph,” Jhana huffed behind her gag.

“More trying for you now, though. How careless of you to get caught.”

“Mmmp mmnt mm fmmmlt!”

The director sighed and pulled up a chair in front of Jhana. She leaned in close to her and looked her in the eye.

“You will detail for me every step of your plan and perhaps avoid a lengthy prison sentence. You will not avoid prison but, so long as you confess, I may be able to help cut a deal.”

Artema folded her arms and watched the scene in the room unfold with a scowl on her face. Everything seemed like a standard procedure thus far, though it did seem a little suspicious that the director would offer a deal right away, Before saying anything else, the director looked to the cracked two-way mirror and knew Artema was watching.

“Agent Hunter, you are dismissed,” she said. “I can handle things from here. Once we procure a confession, we will be transferring her to police custody. Thank you for your assistance.”

Artema glared into the room, knowing the director couldn’t see her. Before leaving, she stuck a small device to the outside of the two-way mirror. It was a bug that Jonas had designed for just such a purpose. While she wanted to be present, there was no way the director would say anything incriminating in Artema's presence. At least they could secretly record everything that was said. It might not be admissible in court but if it found its way to the right people then the director could get removed from her position.

Artema stepped away, heading back to her quarters to spend some time with Lanala. She was feeling quite tense, after all.

With Artema gone, the director leaned forward and began removing Jhana’s gag. Jhana, meanwhile, closed her eyes and clenched her cuffed hands once before releasing them again. She could already feel the effects and knew the spirits were present and moving downstairs to the holding cell. The director didn’t notice but Jhana’s power had also given her something; she tightly clenched a small handcuff key and hid it from view. She would have to wait for the right time but she could free herself at any time. Now she only needed to let the chips fall where they may.

...

“MMMMPPH! MMM MMMPH! HHLLLLMP!” Farrah would not stop screaming and mewling into her gag. Aurora could only roll her eyes. She wanted to admonish her former henchwoman but she, too, had been gagged.

The two former allies were tied up and gagged in opposite corners of the holding cell, refusing to help each other our. Farrah still resented Aurora for capturing her and tying her up, twice, and causing her yet more problems. Of course, Aurora still viewed Farrah as a traitor and would rather see her rot in this cell than help her escape her bondage. But it wasn’t like either of them could escape on their own, anyway.

Artema herself had seen to the tight ropes that bound the pair of them. Both women wore hinged handcuffs that held their wrists behind their backs. Artema had used a very thick rope to bind Farrah’s arms; The rope itself was a half an inch in diameter, usually used for towing, but these ropes held onto their captive extra tight and covered Farrah’s arms and chest from the elbows to the shoulders. The black and orange twisted rope had come from a brand new spool of rope that Artema had ordered specifically to tie up Farrah. She used all one hundred feet of it on Farrah, with half of it coiled around Farrah’s arms. The rest of the rope bound Farrah’s legs, fusing her ankles and calves together, as well as a significant portion of her thighs. Pulling it as tight as she could, Artema ensured that Farrah stood no chance of escape on her own.

Completing the bondage was a heavy, leather muzzle gag that filled Farrah’s mouth with a soft rubber ball. The gag forced her jaw shut and wrapped around her head, tightly pulling a leather panel around the bottom half of Farrah’s face. The muzzle came complete with a thick collar that prevented Farrah from turning her head too far or even looking up or down.

The worst part of Farrah’s captivity, however, was that Aurora would not stop staring at her and admiring her. Aurora had mentioned how much she enjoyed seeing Farrah tied up. Worse still, Farrah could tell that Aurora was having a good time with her own bondage and it just made her stare at Farrah all the more.

Along with the handcuffs, Aurora had been bound with a thinner rope, though it was still tough and she couldn’t escape it no matter how hard she struggled. This rope was white, however, and framed her breasts above and below, tightly pinning her arms to her sides. More rope went around the back of her neck and cinched the ropes around her arms even tighter. Another went around her waist and held her cuffed wrists against her back. Further rope tied her legs together at the ankles, knees and thighs. Only able to squrim a bit, Aurora mewled and moaned into the tight tape gag that covered the red ball gag that had been jammed into her mouth. The tape wound around her head and covered the entire ball gag but it kept her completely quiet.

Looking at her former boss, Farrah had to admit that Aurora looked good in her red catsuit all trussed up like that. Farrah realized that even she herself looked good in her ropes, still wearing the tight jogging outfit she had worn while attempting to go after Aurora by herself.

Farrah caught herself staring at the thief and gave her head a shake, struggling against her ropes and turning away. She heard Aurora laugh behind her gag. But she ignored her and screamed into her muzzle again, hoping someone would answer her pleas. “HHHLLLMMP! HHLLLMMPP MMMM! MMMTMM MMM! PLLMMMMPH! HHHLLLMMMP!”

“Shmmp mmmp,” Aurora said, rolling her eyes. “Ymmr smmplmmmg tmmm mmmmd.”

Farrah groaned and leaned her head back against the wall, still struggling hard against her tight ropes. She almost hadn’t stopped struggling the whole time she had been tied up in this cell. Artema had first tied her up more than a week ago and she was less than pleased to see her bring in Aurora soon after. Artema only came in to give them food and water twice a day so that neither of her prisoners would starve or die of thirst. She even helped them use the restroom five times a day to keep them from being too uncomfortable. Despite her dislike for both women, Artema treated her prisoners humanely. Aside from keeping them restrained around the clock, anyway. But that was more personal than anything else.

Aurora shifted a bit and rested her back against the wall. Farrah wasn’t looking at her but Aurora watched a shrouded figure drift down the stairs and toward their cell. She furrowed her brow, trying to figure out who it was but its transparency was a dead giveaway; it was one of Jhana’s spirits.

Artema had mentioned earlier that morning that the agency had finally caught Jhana but she could apparently still use her limited power. Aurora smiled, knowing that these things always freaked Farrah out so she grunted into her gag to try and get Farrah’s attention.

“Mmmph,” Aurora said.

The sudden sound from Aurora made Farrah look her way and scowl. Farrah growled into her gag but she stopped when Aurora nodded toward the cell door. She hadn’t heard anyone come in so Farrah didn’t want to look. A knot formed in her stomach when she finally turned her head to see what looked to be a moving shadow float across the floor toward them.

Farrah began struggling harder in her bonds, screaming into her gag. “NNMMMMM! MMMMPPH! GMMMT MMMWMM! NMMMM! MMMM MMM MMMMPH!”

Amidst her struggles, Farrah could have sword she heard gagged laughter coming from the opposite corner. But she ignored the thief and kept her wide, terrified eyes upon the spirit. The thing effortlessly opened the locked cell door and two small handcuff keys dropped within reach of both women.

Farrah, still shaking, couldn’t stop staring and struggling until the spirit was gone. Even then she was still frozen with fear. Before she could even remember that the handcuff key was right there, someone cast a shadow over her body and loomed over her. Farrah looked up at Aurora, now free of her bonds, smirking down at her. She shrank back for a moment, shaking her head and pleading with her former boss.

“Oh my God, Farrah. I never knew you were such a big baby. Relax, will you? We’ve got an unexpected development here.”

“Hmmmph?”

“Jhana set us free,” Aurora said. “I don’t know why but I think she’s playing her final hand. What say you and I put aside our differences for now and get out of here? Come on. You have to be sick of getting captured, don’t you?”

Farrah nodded her head slowly.

“Good. While Jhana has everyone nice and occupied, we strike. Take them all down. Leave them for Jhana. For now, anyway. I’ll figure out how to make them mine later. Freedom should be our top priority right now, yes?”

“Mmmm hmmm,” Farrah said.

“Good girl. I promise, I won’t tie you up until we’re done here. But when we break out of here and go our separate ways, all bets are off. We cross paths again and you are my prisoner. Sound like a deal to you?”

Farrah nodded again. “Good. Now, let me get you free, you muscular beauty you.”

...

Farrah and Aurora decided to split up and sneak upstairs and take down the agents one by one. Farrah was alone heading toward Artema’s office. She had seen the man they work with, whose name escaped her, working away at something inside. He was alone and the perfect first target. He couldn’t warn the other agents if Farrah had him out of the way.

Jonas was oblivious to the pair of sharp, brown eyes that watched him. He pored over a stack of paperwork the director had left for him and ran one hand through his hair. He scratched at his beard and leaned back, letting out a long breath. His brown suit jacket hung on the chair behind him and he reached around to grab something from the pocket. When he did, he caught a glimpse of someone, he thought, ducking away under the window of Artema’s office.

Jonas furrowed his brow and stood from the chair. He crept over to the window and checked the hallway outside but he didn’t see anyone there. Still, Jonas always trusted his instincts and his slightly paranoid nature refused to let him forget about it.

He turned around to head out into the hallway and check to see if anyone was there. Jonas had no time to react when a large fist contacted his forehead and sent him sprawling backward. His already aching head throbbed with instant pain as he hit the floor but he remained conscious. Someone knelt down to meet his eyes and he recognized the face.

“F...Farrah,” he said, his head beginning to swim. “How...”

“Enough yammering, scruffy,” Farrah said, hitting Jonas in the forehead yet again. This punch knocked him out and she slung him over his shoulder. In the adjacent room across the hall, Farrah noticed the agency’s padded training cell.

“Perfect,” she said. Farrah carried Jonas out of the office, across the empty hallway, and into the unlocked training cell. She unceremoniously dumped Jonas on the floor and stepped back outside, shutting him in and making sure to lock it tight. With that done, Farrah decided it was time to head after her favourite target.

...

Aurora couldn’t keep the wide grin from her face as she watched her captives. Not that she wanted to hide it but she could not have suppressed it if she tried. They had made it so easy for her, too. All it took was waiting for one to leave the room.

Mirelle and Luna decided to distract themselves that day. Every meal they were going to have together would be by candlelight sitting in a dark room and simply enjoying each other’s company. Both of them realized that they had never been a proper date before so they decided to spend the whole day dating each other while the director finished the work with Jhana.

But when Mirelle had gotten up to get everything for the lunch, their second date of the day, ready someone grabbed her from behind and managed to knock her out. In moments, Aurora had her captive tied up and gagged on the floor, quickly jumping into action and heading after Luna.

Agent Moonlight was certainly shocked to see the thief returning to her quarters instead of her girlfriend and equally surprised when Aurora overpowered her and tied her to the chair she was sitting in. When she was done, Aurora had reset the table the pair of them had prepared and even cleaned off the fancy, red tablecloth that covered it. When she was done, she dragged Mirelle back into the room and tied her to the chair opposite Luna.

Aurora had taken the time, of course, to bring the ropes that had once bound her. Not only that but Artema kept ample supplies down in the holding cell and Aurora came prepared with a bag full of restraints.

Luna’s legs were tied to each of the chair legs and her knees were bound together. The short, blue dress she wore rode up and exposed her shapely thighs and Aurora couldn’t help but stroke them a bit, much to Luna’s dismay.

More rope attached Luna’s waist to the chair and pinned her bound wrists to the back. Aurora took care in framing Luna’s chest in ropes as well, tying her arms to her sides. Topping it off, Aurora had stuffed a sponge in Luna’s mouth and sealed it inside with two thick cloths tied around the back of her head. One covered Luna’s mouth and the other covered over both her mouth and nose.

Mirelle, wearing a similar short, brown dress, mirrored Luna on the other side, only her legs were bound together at the ankles and thighs. Otherwise, they matched rather perfectly.

“I do wish I had the time to take you both with me,” Aurora said.

Mirelle had woken up by this time and was mewling and pleading into her gag. Her gagged pleas fell on deaf ears, however.

“You know, you two do make a lovely couple. You’re giving me ideas. But, alas, you will be Jhana’s for the time being. Such a shame. But you should enjoy your little date, my pretties. It may be the last one you have for a while.”

“Mmmmph!” Luna said, struggling with her bonds.

“Mmm mmmmp!” Mirelle said, shaking her head.

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you two have your atmosphere.” Aurora shut off the lights in Luna’s room and lit the candle in the middle of the table.

“Have fun now. I will see you two cuties later,” Aurora said with a wink.

“Mmmmmmph!” they both said in unison as Aurora closed the door on them, leaving them to their fate.

“Ahhh, who do I go for next?” Aurora said to herself. A wicked grin crossed her lips and she thought back to one of her earliest encounters with the Agency. “Agent Swift. My pet. I’m coming for you.”

...

Playing cards had been flung about the table everywhere in the break room but there was nothing Meryn could do now. She had been tied to the chair she was sitting in. Meryn had been playing poker against Taria and, for once, Taria had actually been winning. But when Taria got up to leave and didn’t return for the longest time, Meryn had gotten worried.

She was alone in the break room as well and, with her guard down at home, Meryn hadn’t been prepared for the sneak attack from her longtime rival and enemy. Farrah’s strength eventually won out, though it was a struggle, and the element of surprise helped her out enormously.

Farrah had gloated for a bit but she didn’t stick around for very long to rub it in her opponent’s face. It seemed Farrah was in a hurry to leave though she didn’t explain to Meryn how she had gotten free.

Meryn’s arms were tightly bound to her sides by the same, thick rope that had once bound Farrah. It was coiled around her arms from her elbows to her shoulders. More of the same rope bound Meryn’s legs at the ankles and knees, as well as attaching to her crossed wrists tied behind the chair. A heavy wrapping of duct tape kept Meryn silent as well as Taria’s scarf tied around her mouth and nose. It was no secret where Taria had gone, then. Farrah must have captured her, too.

Meryn grunted and struggled in her relentless bonds but they had been strong enough to contain a large woman like Farrah. Meryn was muscular but much thinner and leaner than Farrah and possibly not quite as strong, either. She didn’t stand much chance of escaping on her own. She would need help. Luckily she was at home and ample help stood by though, with Farrah loose and everyone’s guard down, Meryn didn’t know how much longer that would be true. She had to somehow warn the others.

She struggled and struggled against her bonds and began screaming into her tight gag. “Hlllmmmmp! Mmm tmmd mmmp mmm hmmr! Hlllmmmp!”

Unfortunately for Meryn, the only person who could hear her pleas for help was another trussed up captive. In the wide hallway nearby, there are many narrow, steel pillars used as supports for the floor above. One of these supports currently also held a bound and gagged woman, struggling furiously and screaming into her gag.

Taria, minus her scarf, had been tied up with several thick, leather straps that Farrah had stolen from below by the holding cell. The bound her ankles, calves, and thighs together, as well as lashed her hands behind the pole. Seven more of the straps tightly attached Taria to the pole; four for her legs and three for her arms. She was also heavily gagged with a wrapping of tape and, to her dismay, the muzzle gag that had once occupied Farrah’s mouth. There was no rubber ball for Taria to chew on, unlike Farrah, but the gag kept her completely silent. So silent that Meryn couldn’t hear her only thirty feet away.

“Dmmt mmt! Hllllmmmp! Mmph mmnmmbmdmm thmmm!? Wmmmr tmmd mmp mmmphr hmmmr! Hlllmmp!”

Taria scowled and began thrashing wildly against her restraints to no avail. Unable to escape, she could only hope one of their allies would hear her or Meryn’s gagged pleas. Then she would get even with Farrah.

...

Celia squealed into her gag as soon as she saw who was entering her room. Awaiting the director’s final interrogation of Jhana, Celia had decided to have some fun for awhile by tying herself up.

It was rather simple this time, since she didn’t want to take too many steps to get free. Wearing her new favourite pair of black sandals and matching bra and panties, Celia used three pairs of handcuffs to cuff her ankles and wrists together in a hogtie position. Before doing that, she had decided to try out her new, extra large ball gag and strapped it on tightly into her mouth. Having hog cuffed herself, she expected nobody to disturb her while she waited for the key to drop from the ceiling, as Elyn had showed her with her setup.

Aurora was wildly amused to stumble upon Celia like this. After all, it wasn’t hard to tell how it was that Celia had gotten in to bondage. It had been their first meeting and Celia’s subsequent capture that had made Celia realize how much she loved being tied up. But she did know that she was not fond of Aurora and was not happy to see her.

“My my. It seems my pet enjoyed her captivity more than she let on, eh?” Aurora said.

“Mmmmph!’

Aurora chuckled. “You’ve saved me an awful lot of trouble, my dear.” Aurora’s eyes looked to the ceiling where Celia’s handcuff keys dangled from above. She plucked them from the string and twirled them around her finger.

“I’m certain you keep a spare somewhere, right? That would be the only safe thing to do.”

Aurora knelt down into Celia’s face, placing her lips around the ball gag for a moment before pulling back. “But, of course, safety is boring, isn’t it? You crave excitement. So you don’t have any spare keys, do you?”

“Mmmmph! Dmmt!”

Aurora smiled and stood up again, looming over the hog cuffed woman on the floor.

“I think I’ll keep these. Make a nice necklace. Then, when we meet again, maybe I’ll let you have them back. But only if you’re a good girl. And you’ll have to be on your best behaviour in that special room I told you about.”

“Nmmmm! Gmmmph thmmm bmmmk!”

“I’m sorry, my pet, but I can’t understand you behind that lovely gag you’re wearing. I must say, you do have exquisite taste, Agent Swift.”

Aurora cast her eyes around the room and they settled on a closet. She spotted a large box inside it and smiled. “Oh, looky here. Someone has been a busy girl.”

“Nmmm! Stmmm mmmt mmph thmmmr!”

Aurora crossed the room and pulled the box out of Celia’s closet. She rifled through it for awhile, grumbling about bondage supplies and their tendency to clutter, and finally found what she was looking for; a black, leather collar with metal studs all around the outside.

“My pet needs to be dressed accordingly,” Aurora said, walking back to Celia. Celia struggled but she couldn’t stop Aurora from strapping the thick collar tightly around her neck. “There you are. Now don’t you look just darling? And like a proper slave.”

“Mmmmmph!”

“Now, don’t be alarmed, but Jhana will be escaping soon. I don’t know how but she will. That means I need to be getting out of here. Which also means you’re going to be her prisoner for a while, I’m afraid.”

Celia squealed into her gag again. “Nmmmmm!” She stopped for a moment. Wait. What does she mean ‘for a while’? she asked herself.

“But I will find my way to you and the rest of those gorgeous women in your agency. We will be reunited, my pet. Sleep peacefully and in comfort knowing that, one day, you and I will be together again. And we’re going to have so much fun on that day.”

Celia struggled harder this time, unable to do anything against the sturdy handcuffs.

“Until then, my pet, enjoy yourself. We will meet again.”

Aurora, still carrying Celia’s keys, left Celia behind, closing the door while Celia still screamed into her gag, unable to break free.

...

Lanala was really beginning to hate this day. Hogtied, gagged, blindfolded, and completely alone with loud death metal blaring in her ears, she didn’t know how it was going to get worse but she expected it. Those two women got the drop on her and, really, nobody could blame Lanala. The two of them were supposed to be securely tied up and gagged in the holding cell downstairs and she had just come from her and her wife’s room to check in with Jonas.

Artema had wanted to do it but Lanala decided to help her wife out and give her a break. That was when Aurora and Farrah struck together. They had met up again and decided to subdue Agent Spark as a team and they succeeded in heavily restraining her.

Struggling away, desperate to remove the wireless headphones that had been strapped on to her head, Lanala could barely move. Miles and miles of thick, white rope from downstairs had been wound around her arms and torso, practically mummifying her upper body in rope. Her wrists were crossed over top of each other behind her back and tied tightly together by more of the rope. Lanala’s thighs were also fused together by a heavy wrapping of rope from her knees to her upper thighs, forcing her already short skirt up to reveal her black panties. Her calves were also bound from the ankles to the knees and cinched tightly together. From there, her ankles were then tied to her heavily bound arms and pulled up so far that Lanala could touch the soles of her sandals.

Aurora shoved the ball gag that used to occupy her own mouth into Lanala’s and sealed it in with heavy duct tape, wrapping it around her head many times before blindfolding her with another wrapping of tape. Farrah and Aurora then carried her to the Sensory Deprivation room, having found a useful place to stash their captive, and Farrah smirked when she found a set of wireless headphones. She turned them on, flicked through the music selection until it was only playing extreme death metal, and then maxed out the volume. Using one spare strap, Aurora made sure Lanala couldn’t simply shake the headphones off once Aurora put them on.

Now deprived of all her senses, Lanala could only struggle and mewl into her tight gag, hoping someone would find her like this. The problem was, she was running out of allies. Only two remained who were not bound and gagged at the moment and it was likely that nobody would come for her for a long time.

And without any metal restraints, Lanala was helpless to use her ability in any way to break free. There was nothing else for her to do but to yet again await rescue. Of course, to make matters worse, now the director was completely alone with Jhana with no one to help her out. As Lanala struggled with her extreme bonds, she realized that things really weren’t looking good

...

There were just two of them left now. Deciding to split up yet again, Aurora and Farrah each picked separate targets. One dreaded her encounter, as Farrah had never come up against Artema and won. But for all the times Agent Hunter left her tied up and gagged, for all the times Farrah had been captured by Artema, and for a seemingly endless streak of humiliation that always ended in her captured, Farrah wanted revenge. That was all she was after this time.


Aurora, however, delighted in her opportunity. She was once again going to get a chance to meet with Elyn, the bondage lover. Their last meeting hadn’t exactly ended in her favour but there was a part of Aurora that didn’t care. To wind up in a bed, sound asleep, beside Agent Firebrand while bound and gagged was something she wouldn’t soon forget. And, if she was honest, Aurora sort of liked the possibility of losing to Elyn. To spend some time with the enigmatic woman was an intriguing proposition and Aurora took the opportunity gladly.


It was Aurora who reached her target first, slowly opening the door to Elyn’s quarters. She took one step in and stopped dead in her tracks. “Well hello,” Aurora said as their eyes met. “I have to admit, I expected you to be tied up in here. You’re unpredictable, Agent Firebrand. A woman after my own heart.”


“I’m touched,” Elyn said from the very corner of her room. When Aurora entered, Elyn was on the ground behind and upturned table with a dart gun pointed straight at the door. Somehow she knew that Aurora was coming. But how?


“Good question,” Elyn said. Aurora smirked.


“You sly girl. It’s that little mind trick of yours, isn’t it?”


“I think you have more power than you realize, Aurora,” Elyn said. “We’ve been linked since that day. I can listen inside your mind any time I want. And, oh dear, the thoughts you have.”


Aurora’s smirk widened to a smile. “You must know how much I care for your agency then.”


“As your little bondage slaves, maybe. But not as people. I admit, it’s a tempting opportunity. You’ll forgive me for declining, however.”


“I will,” Aurora said. “If you and I can... play. Like we did last time.”


Elyn chuckled. “You always underestimate us. I am not so stupid as to fall for that, dearest Aurora.”


“Then bind me first,” Aurora said. “You have the upper hand here. I am unarmed. Agent Hunter confiscated all of my toys. She even destroyed them, a she tells it. So go on. Tie me up, Agent Firebrand.”


Elyn’s trademark cocky smirk curled her lips and she stood up from behind the table.


“Show me your hands first. Then we can play.”


Aurora held her hands up and grinned. She knew Elyn would see the small tube protruding out from the sleeve of her catsuit.


“Artema didn’t find all your toys, I’m guessing,” Elyn said.


“You’re a smart woman. Not to mention charming and beautiful. Are you single?”


Elyn chuckled again. “Single, but not for someone like you, dearest Aurora. Though I wouldn’t mind a good bit of play time with you.”


“Then what are we waiting for?”


“Remove that gas emitter from your sleeve and then we’ll talk.”


Aurora did as Elyn asked, pulling the small tube and switch from her catsuit and tossing it on the floor in front of her.


“And the other one,” Elyn said, pointing the gun at Aurora’s left arm. Aurora smiled once again.


“Oooh, you are good. Nobody ever sees the second one.” Aurora pulled out a second tube from her sleeve and tossed it beside the first one. Aurora and Elyn stared each other in the eyes for a moment. Aurora’s eyes went wide and she started to smile.


“And I’ll bet nobody sees this coming either,” Elyn said. She fired a sleep dart into Aurora’s neck before the thief could even react. The effects of the sleep drug were instant and Aurora already started feeling woozy.


“Well.... you’re right. You really are... just like... me,” Aurora said.


“Not quite. There are two differences between you and me. One, I care about people like my friends. And two...” Elyn stepped forward and leaned down into Aurora’s face while she collapsed into Elyn’s red carpet. “I make this look good.”


Aurora let out a breathy laugh before passing out on Elyn’s floor. With the thief beaten, it was time for Elyn to have fun. Besides, she knew Artema could handle Farrah and free all of their friends. What was the harm in having a little fun?


Going to the closet for her numerous bondage supplies, Elyn chose the perfect look to adorn Aurora with. She knew the thief liked purple so she removed a few hundred feet of soft, purple rope and a matching ball gag and blindfold for her. She also removed a silky, purple scarf from her well-arranged closet and stalked over to the thief and began tying her up. She tightly cinched ropes around Aurora’s ankles, then below the knees, above the knees, and higher up on her thighs. She then proceeded to wrap Aurora’s arms in most of the purple rope, going from just above her elbows to just below her shoulders and cinching it tighter even than her legs. She used both rope and handcuffs for Aurora’s wrists, binding them tightly together.


Elyn propped Aurora against her bed so she could get the ball gag into the thief’s mouth and strap on the blindfold over her eyes, gently pushing her nose through the hole in the leather. After that, she covered Aurora’s mouth and nose with the scarf. She then picked her up and laid her down on her bed.


Now all she had to do was plan her own bondage. Elyn stripped to her dark red bra and panties and set to work with her brand new set of transparent bondage straps and matching panel gag, which would show her tightly pressed lips wrapped around a bright, red rubber ball through the other side.


The straps were very strong as well so Elyn knew they would hold her when she struggled. Adding in a pair of hinged handcuffs, Elyn once again set the timer on her computer and tied her handcuff keys to a string on the ceiling that led to the computer’s CD drive. The drive would open when the timer ran out and the keys would fall to the floor within reach.


With everything set, Elyn got to work tying herself up. She had three straps for her ankles, calves, and thighs and pulled them as tight as they would go. Another went around her waist, to slip her cuffed wrists into, and another two went above and below her breasts were she would slip her arms in and tighten them up.


Next, Elyn gagged herself with the panel and admired herself in the mirror across the room for a moment. When she was satisfied with the look, she slipped her arms through the straps and pulled them tight. Finally, she ratcheted each wrist shut in her handcuffs, slipping them through the tight strap around her waist.


Elyn struggled a bit to test her bonds and then managed to hoist herself onto the bed beside Aurora. She moved herself nice and close to Aurora’s body and waited for the thief to wake up.


“Mmmph,” she said, trying to awaken her.


It took a few tries but Aurora’s eyes finally flitted open and she was still plunged into darkness. But she felt someone pressed up against her. She smiled beneath her gag and pushed herself closer. This feels familiar she thought to herself.


“Mmmph,” said a smoky voice from right next to her.


So you tied yourself up too Aurora thought. Aren’t you just the perfect kinky girl?


Yes I am, the smoky voice said yet again, this time inside Aurora’s head. And don’t bother trying to escape. I tied you up nice and tight. Just how you like it.


I wouldn’t dream of escaping Aurora thought. I’ll take a little prison time for the chance to be right here, with you.


Well aren’t you sweet Elyn thought back. Don’t get attached, dear Aurora. This is a one night thing. Okay, maybe two nights. But you and I are not the same.


Keep telling yourself that, beautiful. If it makes you feel better.


“Mmmmph!” Elyn said, a little louder this time. Don’t make me put you to sleep again.


Just come here. Give me a kiss Aurora thought.


If you insist Elyn thought back. The two women then pressed their faces close to each other and rubbed their gags together, trying to find each other’s lips. Finally, they did and pressed in tighter. Both women craved the feeling of the other and pressed their entire bound bodies tightly together.


Aurora realized that she was right earlier. Losing to Elyn truly was as amazing as she thought it would be.


...


Artema was starting to worry. Lanala was taking too long to come back. Leaving their shared room and stepping out into the hall, Artema closed the door and didn’t walk any further. She scowled and glared at the muscular woman waiting for her on the other side of the hallway.


“I thought I left you tied up downstairs,” Artema said.


“You did,” Farrah said. “But we escaped.”


“I can see that. But you have to know what happens now, right?”


“I didn’t come here to fight,” Farrah said. “I came here to talk.”


“Is that right?”


Farrah held her hands out to her sides. “I’m unarmed.”


“Like that stopped you before,” Artema said. “What did you do with my wife?”


“Nothing. That was Aurora. Artema, something is happening. Jhana’s spirits or whatever set us free. I don’t know what that witch is planning but we have to get in there and stop her.”


“That’s one hell of a story,” Artema said, beginning to walk forward.


“It’s the truth.”


“No it isn’t,” Artema said, continuing to walk forward.


“Artema, listen to me. I don’t want to fight you. I have a plan to stop Jhana. If we work together we can-”


“Shut up. You can’t trick me with any ploys. They may have worked on Elyn one time but it won’t fly with me. I’d guess it won’t fly with her again, either.”


“Look, I was being genuine then and I’m being genuine now. Artema, please listen to me.”


Artema stopped a few feet in front of Farrah and tightly clenched both her fists. “I’m done listening to your damn lies. You’ve got one chance to tell me what you did with my wife and I won’t crack your head open. Now tell me.”


“Artema, please,” Farrah said.


“Three seconds. That’s what you’ve got. Three.”


“Artema, wait.”


“Two.”


“Wait!”


“One.”


Farrah wasn’t quick enough to avoid the heavy fist that came flying toward her. She took a punch square in the jaw and stumbled backward. Using her momentum, she managed to counter but her fist contacted with Artema’s rippled stomach and she hurt her hand contacting the hard muscles. It didn’t help that Artema flexed to absorb the blow and minimize the pain.


With her hand now sore, Artema rushed forward and shoulder checked Farrah to the floor. Farrah could do nothing when Artema picked her up with her mighty arms and slammed her down onto the floor again. Farrah was now winded and Artema took advantage, landing one final punch square to the forehead and knocking Farrah’s lights out.


“There,” Artema said. “You’re not getting out of there this time. Maybe a hogtie will hold you this time.”


Artema hoisted Farrah up in her arms and set about carrying her downstairs. On the way, she noticed that the SD room doors were closed. When she checked inside, she found her wife bound, gagged, and blindfolded, struggling hard on the floor.


Releasing Lanala, she recruited her wife’s help in carrying Farrah downstairs. They tied her up the same way Lanala herself had been tied and even covered Farrah’s head with a thick leather hood and locked her in a heavy, steel collar.


Lanala, with her ears still ringing, then threw her arms around her wife. “I’m so happy you’re okay. I was afraid they got you, too.”


“They didn’t,” Artema said softly. “Come on. The others might be in trouble. And Aurora is still on the loose. We’ve got no time to lose.”


“Right,” Lanala said as she followed her wife back up the stairs to rescue their allies.


...


All the while, the director and Jhana remained isolated inside the interrogation room. With chaos going on around them, the two women eyed each other carefully. With Jhana’s gag removed, they could have a more frank discussion.


The director scowled at Jhana and shook her head. “You’re not telling me something.”


“I’ve told you everything. I told you about the aggression pill, running for mayor, rigging the election, imprisoning your agents, and then taking my sweet time working my way up until I take every seat of power that I can. National, continental, global domination, all under my command. It is my birthright. I am power and power is me. I will take what is mine.”


“So you’ve said,” the director said. “But that doesn’t tell me where we stand, Jhana.”


Jhana chuckled. “We?”


“You and me. Or don’t you recall? It was my influence that got Ms. Moreno out of prison to help you. And you botched that one. It was me who helped you cover up that little kidnapping auction of yours at that seedy hotel. You botched that one, too. And it was me who tipped you off every single time those agents came for you. And what did you do? You got yourself captured. So where do we stand, Jhana? What happened to everything you promised me?”


“Oh, I see. You still want to be mayor. How quaint,” Jhana said. “Rule this city after I leave it behind. I get it. Restore your family’s tarnished legacy. It was your father, after all, who allowed thieves like Aurora to run rampant in exchange for bribe money, wasn’t it? Like father, like daughter, I suppose.”


“What I did was put my faith in someone with real ambition and guts. Or so I thought. This city belongs to my family and I will have it back. With or without you.”


Jhana chuckled. “I’m glad we had this discussion. Say everything you said to me again, only nice and loud this time. Loud enough for the District Court to hear.”


“What?”


Jhana nodded toward the two way mirror. Behind it, the director could see the faint glow of the bug Artema had planted. “God damn that woman!” The director said, getting up from her chair. She slapped Jhana once and leaned down into her face. “You are finished. Do you hear me? I’ll make sure you never see the sun again. I’ll bury you so deep in prison that even I will forget about you.”


“That’s quite a threat. Coming from a doomed woman.”


Before the director could respond, Jhana stood up from her chair, her bindings falling away, and picked up the director by the throat. With surprising strength, Jhana pressed her up against the glass. She heard the sounds of someone shouting outside the room. With a quick wave of her hand, the door was locked tight.


“I don’t think you understood me before. I am power and power is me. This world has failed me. I do believe it’s time for a new one.”


“What... are you talking... about?” the director asked, gasping for breath.


“Nothing you’ll be a part of.”


With another wave of her hand, Jhana’s former restraints came alive and wrapped themselves around the director’s body. Jhana then stole her tie and tied it between her teeth, dropping her on the floor.


“Now the police have all the evidence they need to arrest you. And you’ll already be nice and tied up for them when they arrive at your house.”


“Whmmt?”


“Oh, didn’t I say? You’re going home, dear director. Goodbye.”


In her mind, Jhana reached out to the powers of old Ikaatan. Though they were no longer in that world, that world was still in her blood. She had begun feeling it while bound and gagged in the interrogation room. Remembering her ancestry of the Burvek race of Ikaatan, a race of powerful sorcerers, a great deal of her power returned to her along with her newer powers from this world.


She closed her eyes and placed her hands together. She suddenly pushed them outward and the bound and gagged director was flung through the wall and disappeared entirely. Later that day, she would be found tied up in her own home where she would be promptly arrested by the authorities for her abuse of power.


Jhana, meanwhile, remembered back to the portal that had brought them all here to Weston. She knew that everyone who had come with her was outside the interrogation room, still trying to get in to her.


Concentrating hard, a swirling, purple vortex began to open up behind Jhana, growing steadily larger.


The words of some strange world whispered in her mind and she spoke the aloud out of instinct.


“From this world we go through time’s ebb and flow. Bring me the chance to further advance. Back we will travel as the secrets unravel. Forth we will ride unto the great tide. With all of my power watch them all cower! We go to a world that is not yet unfurled!”


When she finished, the purple vortex behind her spread wide and rapidly engulfed the entire building. Every person in it, the agents, Aurora, and Jhana were dragged through into an endless void, not knowing where they would end up.


Then, within the agency HQ, everything went silent. Everyone was gone. The building, once bustling with life, was all but abandoned. The portal was gone. The director was finished. And the agents of the Weston Agency would once more find themselves with new lives. So close yet so far from capturing Jhana and finally stopping her, they would take one final try and ending their dance with the vile witch. But where they wound up, still they don’t know. For now, they’ll just have to wait and see...