Artema had chosen Elyn specifically for this solo mission because she felt there really wasn’t anyone else who could pull it off. Elyn suggested that Celia could perhaps do it but her relative inexperience in this very specific matter would make it a bit more difficult.
Several high profile women from around the city, bankers, members of council, actresses and even some police officers had gone missing. Artema tracked the kidnappers to a small facility out on the far edge of town where their captives were being held.
It had been Jonas who found out the goal of these people. They were independent from any organization and run by three former soldiers, all women themselves, who wished to ransom these powerful women back to the city in exchange for autonomy and a government of their own. The three women all seemed to want to start their own, militaristic republic with the end goal of creating the world’s most powerful military.
Nobody knew how they were going to accomplish all of that but they had commandeered an old holding facility where they were keeping their hostages tied up and gagged. Security was tight and these old soldiers really knew what they were doing so a frontal assault was out of the question.
Even sending more than one agent would prove a risk as it was easier to get one woman in and keep her concealed. But there was no good back way in so Artema came up with an unorthodox plan that Elyn absolutely adored.
One agent, Elyn in this case, will have to infiltrate the facility in the guise of a bound and gagged captive in order to find the evidence they needed that proved their end goals. The idea then would be to get back home with the evidence and somehow escape the locked down facility.
All of that was easier said than done, of course, but Artema simply could not think of a better woman for the job than Elyn. And, of course, Elyn was more than happy to take on this mission.
She agonized over the choice of outfit but she decided to go professional, since the captives inside were all famous or powerful. She chose an all black business suit with a short pencil skirt and matching high heels.
Her suit jacket was a pinstripe affair with grey stripes running vertically down the otherwise black jacket. She wore a black blouse underneath that with a deep red tie. The skirt was all black and rested tight against her backside, something she admired, and the hem rested six inches above her knees.
Elyn posed in the mirror with the suit on, admiring her short orange hair with long bangs and looking deep into her own soft, red eyes. She felt something was missing and then couldn’t help herself as she found a small fedora that matched her jacket and gently rested it on top of her head. A cocky smirk curled her lips as she admired herself one final time.
“Looking good,” she said.
Finally, she stepped out of the trailer and took in the facility in front of her. She had driven her way out here to stake the place out for a few days and get a good idea of the patterns of security. Elyn also watched the security footage to get a good sense of how the captives had been restrained.
Her stomach fluttered when she realized that she was ready. Elyn couldn’t wait to get started on blending in.
The women inside the facility all seemed to be restrained in similar ways and they were almost all tied up with rope. Some had been restrained with thick leather straps but none of them had been restrained with handcuffs or shackles. It would take a bit if creativity for Elyn to blend in as a captive. Fortunately, she had experience tying her own hands with rope.
The captives had all been kept in separate rooms with doors unlocked so it hadn’t been uncommon for Elyn to see one of them hopping between rooms on the security footage. The doors to the outside had been kept locked, of course, and they were all closely monitored and kept separate so as not to help each other escape. But it seemed the captive women were all otherwise free to roam about the facility. With nothing useful left sitting around to help them escape their bonds and the three soldiers keeping them separate, none of the captives had managed to free themselves.
Elyn had an idea to keep her legs free so that when one of the soldiers spotted her they would drag her inside and tie her legs so that she could then roam around and look for information. There was a risk, however, that they would put her in a hogtie like they had done to one particularly feisty cop. And Elyn really was no good at escaping so if that did happen then she would likely need to be rescued. Of course, she had actually been practicing a few escape techniques with Artema and actually learning how to escape from being tied up. She did make it difficult on herself, however, with her desire to remain bound but her new practice might help her if she were to get into trouble.
Hardly able to contain her excitement, Elyn began with her gag. To make things a bit more fun for herself she had brought along a small, black ball gag to then wrap up in duct tape. The women inside had all been gagged with heavy wrappings of duct tape and mouth stuffing but Elyn wanted something a bit more interesting. So she opened her mouth and bit down on the rubber ball, tightly strapping it on behind her head. When she was finished with that, she grabbed her roll of duct tape and wrapped it around her mouth at least five times before she lost count and kept going. Elyn wanted to be thorough after all.
With herself gagged, Elyn tested her voice and found herself completely muffled. Giggling a bit in her excitement, Elyn moved on to the rope she would bind herself with.
It took a bit of skill and lithe movement for Elyn to slip two thick coils of rope up and over her body. She had tied them off already so they would sit relatively loose above and below her breasts with just enough room to slip her arms into. She did just that, keeping each coil of rope so that it framed her chest, and tested them. They were quite tight but she needed them to look like the real deal. So Elyn managed to pull two more ropes around the back of her neck and cinch each arm rope on either side so they couldn’t slip up or down. They hugged her tightly and she shivered a bit at the thrill. But Elyn still was not done.
With deft movement, Elyn managed to loop another thick rope through both of her arm ropes and pull them tightly together behind her back. It hung loosely from her back with another, smaller coil of rope attached to it. The coil was cinched in the middle and formed two perfect loops for her wrists. She had tied a simple knot that would tighten when she pulled down so that she couldn’t escape her ropes too easily. With that done, Elyn felt around her back for the loosely hanging rope and reached down until she found the small coil. She slipped her left wrist into the right loop of the small coil and then took some effort to work her right wrist into the left loop so that her wrists were crossed over each other behind her back. When her right wrist was finally in place, Elyn pulled down with both wrists to tighten the knot. She squirmed around a bit in her bonds but everything held firm. With an excited giggle, Elyn realized that she might not even be able to escape her own self bondage. But as long as she got the information they were after then it didn’t matter. Perhaps this would even be more fun than she thought.
Walking to the back of the facility, Elyn waited for her opportunity to sneak in when one of the soldiers would come outside for a smoke break. She spotted a muscular woman in green fatigues step out of the rear door and pry it open with wooden block. Seizing her opportunity, Elyn managed to keep out of the woman’s line of sight and open the door just enough to squeeze herself inside.
Her heels clacked on the floor as she pushed further inside and it didn’t take long for her to be discovered. One of the soldiers, a dark-haired women with broad shoulders and wearing fatigues and a kevlar vest, raised an assault rifle at the sight of her and approached slowly.
“Stop right there!”
Elyn widened her eyes and put on her best scared face, struggling against the ropes that tied her arms. “Mmmmph!”
The solider spoke into a device on her wrist and kept her gun trained on Elyn.
“Got one roaming around,” she said. “Don’t recognize her, though.”
Elyn didn’t hear the response but a very stoic voice answered her back. The leader of the three watched from a CCTV room on the top floor and eyed Elyn carefully on one of the monitors. The thickly built redhead betrayed no emotion on her face and spoke her words very deliberately.
“Restrain her legs and put her in the empty room for now. Keep an eye out for her after that, you understand?”
“Perfectly, ma’am,” the dark-haired woman said. She finally reached Elyn and lowered her gun, grabbing hold of her arm and pulling her close.
“Mmmmmrrggh! Mmmph! Nmmmm! Lmmt mm gmmm!” Elyn said, violently struggling against her captors grip but unable to break it. Part of her wanted to be hogtied like that police officer she had seen but Elyn had to put the mission first. So when the soldier tugged on her arm, Elyn stopped struggling and co-operated with her.
“Come on then,” the solider said.
“Mmmph!” Elyn protested, though she submitted and didn’t try to fight off the soldier anymore. The dark-haired soldier dragged Elyn through a long corridor to the end where she opened a metal door and shoved her captive inside. The room was completely empty and wasn’t much bigger than a closet.
“Hmmmph! Mmmtmm mmm!” Elyn said, struggling a bit against her restraints but making no headway. The soldier stepped into the room and slung the assault rifle over her shoulder.
“Sit down on the floor there,” the soldier said, pointing to the bare, tiled floor of the small room. “And don’t make me put you there.”
Elyn so wanted to test the soldier’s patience but she put her mission first and obeyed the command, sitting down on the floor and stretching her legs out. The soldier knelt down and plucked two coils of rope she had attached to the belt on her waist.
“Don’t try anything or it’ll get worse,” the soldier said, staring Elyn right in the eye. “You got that?”
Elyn glared into her captor’s eyes but nodded just the same. “Mmm hmmm.”
“You’d better. Now hold still while I tie your legs.”
Once again doing as instructed, Elyn let the woman tie and cinch a pair of ropes around her ankles and thighs to keep her elegant legs tightly bound together. Elyn fought against her ropes when the woman stood up again.
“Looks like that’ll hold you,” she said. “Stay put this time. I’ll be keeping my eyes out for you.”
“Mmmmph!” Elyn said, still glaring at her captor. “Nmmmm! Ymm cmmt lmmph mmm hmmmr!”
“Whine all you want. Nobody will hear you through that gag. Don’t let me catch you again.”
“Mmmph!”
The soldier stood up again and shut the door behind her, leaving Elyn to struggle and plead into her gag. When she was gone, Elyn relaxed and giggled a bit. This was all so exciting!
She supposed it would be a good idea to wait for the soldier to leave before she struggled to her feet. Elyn squirmed around on the floor for a while, mewling into her gag and shivering excitedly as she felt the ropes hug tight to her body.
After several minutes of struggling, Elyn decided to try and get to her feet. It would be difficult with her legs bound but Elyn was an experienced captive, and an athletic woman to boot, so she was confident she could get back to a standing position.
“Agent Firebrand, are you inside?”
Elyn jumped a bit and had nearly forgotten the communicator in her ear. In order to tap it and speak back, Elyn pressed her head into her shoulder.
“Mmm mmn,” she said into her gag, giggling a bit at the sound of her own muffled voice.
She could practically hear Artema roll her eyes on the other end.
“I’ve checked the footage and they’ve got you inside an old storage room. When you get out the door, head right. From there, go straight and stop at the second door on your left. They’ve got a server room in there with a computer Agent Shadow can’t hack remotely. Get into that room and find whatever information you can on that computer.”
“Mmmkmmm,” Elyn said.
Once you’ve got it, there’s an open hatch in that room that leads into a secret storage area. Get in there and hide when they look for you. They’ll leave once they find out the information has been copied and assume you got out with it. That should leave you with enough time to gather the other women and get out of there. Agent Spark and I will be standing by in one of our vans. We’ll come to you. You got all that?”
“Ymmph mmmmm,” Elyn said, trying to salute but giggling when she realized her hands were still tied.
Artema sighed. “And try not to enjoy it so much. This is serious. Get this done and I’ll even tighten your ropes so you can spend the night tied up. How does that sound?”
Elyn perked up and jumped to her feet, her heels clacking on the floor as she did so. She wobbled a bit but she held her balance. “Mmmmph!” she said, happily.
“Ummm... I’ll take that as a ‘sounds good.’ Good luck, Agent Firebrand. Try not to get caught. Out.”
Elyn giggled again but a determined look entered her eyes as she hopped toward the door. It would certainly be a challenge with her tied up and gagged like this but she couldn’t think of anything more fun in the world than this mission. And there was no stopping a woman like Elyn when there was fun to be had.
It took a lot of effort to keep her balance but Elyn’s strong, toned muscles kept her upright and she was able to get close to the door. Shuffling in her bonds, Elyn managed to spin around so her hands could grab the door handle. Elyn had a hard time getting a good grip on the door put she managed to press down and open the latch. With a click, the handle turned and Elyn was able to push the door open slightly.
She remained still for a few seconds, waiting and listening. Nobody seemed to have seen her to Elyn nudged the door a little further with her shoulder and let it swing wide open. It creaked a bit on its hinges and Elyn winced at the sound but nobody appeared and the hallway was completely empty.
Sighing in relief, Elyn hopped out into the hallway but stopped after only a few feet when she realized the sound of her heels was echoing loudly off the walls. Elyn gave her head a shake and decided against taking the heels off and pressed on. She wasn’t about to throw away a pair of cute shoes, after all. She could complete the mission with the noise risk.
Elyn shuffled again and faced to the right of the doorway, as Artema had instructed, and began hopping down the hallway with her clacking heels still echoing off the walls. She passed by one room with a heavy, steel door and a reinforced glass window and caught a glimpse of a bound and gagged woman within. She was stripped to her tight, black bra and panties and hogtied tightly with miles of rope. She was gagged with a thick wrapping of duct tape and even blindfolded with a heavy, white cloth. She struggled hard and Elyn could see her athletic body gleaming with sweat. The captive woman made no headway, however, and couldn’t get free. It seemed the hogtied police officer hadn’t given up the fight but the soldiers had clearly had enough of her, tied her up tighter, and locked her into a proper holding cell.
Wanting to switch places with the officer, Elyn had to give her head a shake and refocus on her mission. She couldn’t let these kidnappers get away with this after all. That tied up woman was an innocent only trying to keep the streets of Weston safe. The information Elyn had to get would help free her and get her back home, safe and sound.
After passing the first door on the left, the second one had it’s door already open. Elyn could already hear the buzzing of the fans keeping the servers and computers cool. Hopping inside, Elyn pushed the door closed and took a look around the room, shifting a bit in her restraints.
She spotted the computer atop a small table with a folding chair in front of it on the other side of the room. Sighing to herself, Elyn hopped across the room and plopped herself down in the chair. Elyn struggled hard to lift up her bound legs and stretch out just enough to reach the secret flash drive hidden in the heel of her left shoe.
Just barely getting a grasp on it, Elyn pulled it out and shuffled back to her seated position. “Mmmph,” she said, trying to catch her breath after the hard struggle. With some effort, Elyn managed to plug the flash drive into the computer and watched the monitor jump to life. Fortunately for her, she had already modified the device to copy everything on the computer without her having to do anything but wait. They would have to look through it later but that computer was bound to have useful information on it.
Indeed, one of the soldiers had carelessly left an email open from their leader, detailing some of their plans. The flash drive would copy that, of course. Elyn had to plan ahead, knowing that her hands would be tied and that she couldn’t exactly use a keyboard or mouse as a captive to these three women.
It didn’t take long for the flash drive to finish its work and Elyn struggled to pull it back out of the computer again. Struggling to lift her legs up once more, Elyn slid the device back into her left heel and stood from the chair. She only managed to hop forward once, looking for the hatch Artema had mentioned, when she saw the door move and someone step inside.
A tall redhead with broad shoulders and thick arms looked Elyn in the eye. She wore battle fatigues like the other two, as well as a bulletproof vest, and carried a heavy pistol on each hip. They were both holstered, however, and the leader folded her arms and watched Elyn’s expression.
Remembering her role in an instant, Elyn turned herself right back into the scared and frustrated captive and began struggling and pleading into her gag. “Mmmmph! Plmmph! Lmmt mm gmmm! Mmtmmm mm, plmmmph!”
“Cut the act,” the redhead said. “We didn’t capture you. I know you snuck your way in.”
Elyn still persisted, widening her eyes fearfully and shaking her head. “Nmmm! Mmm mmm bmmmkmmr! Plmmph! Bllmmmph mmm!”
“May as well get back into that chair,” the leader said. “You’ll be staying in it for awhile.”
Elyn struggled hard against her bonds, for real this time, but she couldn’t get free from her own knots. The leader of the soldiers guided her back to the chair and began winding more rope around Elyn’s body. She lashed her waist to the chair and pulled her ankles up to force Elyn onto the toes of her high heels. She attached her bound ankles to Elyn’s wrists before securing Elyn’s thighs to her seat. Finally, the redhead pulled a thick sack hood over Elyn’s head to blind her, pulling it tight against her face and tying it off with a thin cord behind her head.
“Time you and me had a chat,” she said.
“Mmmmph!” Elyn squealed, unable to free herself. She knew she was trapped now. Despite her worsening situation, Elyn found herself feeling excited about the unknown danger. Maybe this will be fun she thought to herself.
...
Lanala wanted to scratch her nose so badly but, with her hands tied behind her back, she couldn’t. Luckily, the bronze-skinned, pink-haired spy had her tall and muscular wife to do that for her.
It wasn’t exactly her idea of fun but Lanala, Agent Spark, knew this was the best way for them to save Elyn. She had changed into a police officer’s workout clothes. Her chest was emblazoned with the city’s name and the logo of the police department on her tight, black tank top. Her matching spandex short shorts and low cut running shoes made Lanala look like she had been kidnapped right from the police department itself while preparing for a workout.
Artema, meanwhile, pretended to be her captor and donned a platinum blonde wig to cover up her long, purple hair. She donned the battle fatigues of one of the soldiers of the facility. The woman who had gone out for a smoke break was now clad in nothing but her white bra and panties, hogtied and gagged in a storage container outside the facility. She had been about Artema’s size so Artema knocked her out, stole her uniform, and stowed her away.
She knew the other soldiers would see through her as soon as they saw her face but Artema knew the cameras wouldn’t pick her up at first if she walked in with a fresh captive.
Once they had the facility in sight, Artema stopped Lanala and pulled her close.
“All right. I need you to act angry with me. Remember, I kidnapped you so struggle, try to fight me off, do whatever it takes to make this look real. I’ll do my part. Okay?”
“Mmmhmmm,” Lanala said, nodding. Her mouth had been stuffed with a thick cloth and sealed in with a wrapping of duct tape. Thick ropes bound her hands behind her back and coiled around her arms from just above her elbows to just below her shoulders.
“Okay. Let’s do this.”
Artema shoved her wife forward, in full view of the cameras and drew the pistol at her side. She pointed it in Lanala’s direction.
“Get a move on!” Artema said.
“Mmmmph! Mmmrrrgh!”
Artema stepped forward and shoved Lanala again. “I said move it!”
“Gmm tmm hmmll!” Lanala said, struggling hard against her bonds.
Artema grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her toward the main doors. She heard a voice in her ear from the soldiers’ internal communications. Jonas had just about managed to hack them so Artema could hear what the other two soldiers were saying.
“Jane’s got a live one!” a thick voice had said. It must have been the dark-haired one.
“Let her in then,” the leader’s stoic voice said. “I’m busy with the spy.”
The door buzzed once and Artema shoved Lanala further inside. With the door shut behind them, Artema pulled her wife in close again.
“Stay close to me,” she whispered. “I’ll loosen your ropes once we take care of that black haired one. All right?”
“Mmmkmm,” Lanala said at a whisper, though her gag muffled her voice anyway.
Artema dragged Lanala further inside, who struggled and growled into her gag as she was led onward. She knew the other soldier would be there to meet them soon and Artema already had her eyes on the locked server room where Elyn was being interrogated.
As soon as the woman rounded the corner and approached the other two women, Artema drew her pistol and rushed her, placing it against her forehead.
“You make a sound and you’ll be a corpse. You understand?” Artema said through gritted teeth.
The woman simply nodded, slowly, and began raising her hands.
“Dump your weapons. And then put your hand behind your back.”
The woman complied with Artema’s demands, dropping all three of her guns and then turning around and holding her hands together behind her back. Artema quickly untied her wife’s hands and used the rope to bind the soldier’s.
Untying her wife and grabbing a roll of duct tape from the pouch in her waist, Artema set to work binding the second soldier. In no time, the woman was hogtied and gagged on the floor, unable to make a sound even if she wanted to. The leader wouldn’t see Artema coming.
...
“Mmmmph! Mmmp mmmm! MMMMMPPPPHHHH!” Elyn’s gagged cries were thoroughly muffled by her self-applied gag. The redheaded leader hadn’t even touched her, however, so her gagged screams were completely unnecessary. She chuckled to herself at the sight.
“Someone’s getting a bit excited,” she said. “I’ve barely even asked you any questions.
“Mmmph!”
“Do you... actually like what’s happening to you right now?”
Elyn stopped struggling and shrugged into her bonds. The woman sat down in a chair across from Elyn sand stared at the tied up, gagged, and hooded woman in front of her.
“So who are you, exactly? I get that you’re a spy but, who do you work for? You’re not with that Agency, are you?”
“Mmmph,” Elyn said.
The redhead raised an eyebrow. “You are? Then which one are you? Oh, wait, let me take this off for a moment.”
She reached forward and removed the hood covering Elyn’s head. Elyn blinked a few times when the light hit her eyes. She found the redhead staring hard at her when her vision finally came into focus.
“Hmmm.... I can’t say I’ve studied your Agency all that closely. But I think you’re the one they call... Firebrand. Am I right?”
“Mmmmph.” Elyn shrugged against her ropes again.
“You’re a very... striking woman. I’m actually finding it hard to...” her words drifted off and her thoughts were replaced with a calm, smoky voice speaking in her head.
Hush now the voice said. It’s time you gave up this whole militaristic nation thing. Don’t you think so?
“Yes,” the redhead answered her back.
Before Elyn could continue, however, the door to the server room burst open. Both Artema and Lanala rushed inside. Artema pulled the blonde wig from her head and tossed it to one side, grabbing the leader from behind.
“Mmmph!’ Elyn said, wishing she could explain to them what had just happened.
Artema wrapped one arm around the leader’s throat and had her caught in a sleeper hold, waiting until she passed out. Once she did, Artema laid her on the ground and cuffed her hands behind her back. She stood up again and crossed the room, where Lanala was already working on untying Elyn.
“Nmmm!” Elyn shook her head and Lanala stopped.
“What’s wrong?”
Artema sighed. “She... she wants to stay tied up, Lanala.”
“Oh. I should have known,” Lanala said.
With some of her ropes already undone, Artema helped Elyn to her feet, keeping her steady with one hand.
“Did you at least get the information?” Artema asked.
Elyn rolled her eyes. “Ymmmph,” she said, nodding. She looked down at her left foot and tapped her heel on the floor.
“Well at least that’s mission accomplished,” Artema said. “Would have been better if she hadn’t been waiting for you, though.”
“Mmm hmmmm,” Elyn said.
“Still, you got it done. I did make you a promise, too. Once we free the rest of these women and get the police here to cart these three off to prison, I’ll get you home and let you have your fun.”
“Mmmmph!” Elyn said excitedly. “Thmmk ymmm!”
“Yeah yeah. Just wait here while I untie the rest of these women. Lanala, you call the police and make sure our friends don’t escape.”
“Will do, Artema.”
Artema simply nodded and left the room. Lanala helped Elyn sit down in her chair and sat down across from her.
“You know, Elyn, you are something else. I’m not sure anyone else could have pulled this off. I know I couldn’t have.”
“Mmmph,” Elyn said with a shrug.
“I’m glad you’re safe, too. Even if... nevermind. I know it can be fun to be tied up. I’m just not sure this is the right situation, you know?”
Elyn shrugged again. “Mmmmph. Mmtph stmmll fmmmn,” she said.
“Still can’t understand that gagged speech, Elyn,” Lanala said. “Ah well. Guess I should call the police now, huh?”
“Mmm hmm,” Elyn said, nodding.
Lanala pulled out her cell phone and stood up again, beginning to dial. Meanwhile, Elyn struggled a bit in her bonds, looking forward to the rest of her day. Staying tied up and gagged like she was the perfect idea of fun indeed. Now all she could do was wait for her allies to finish up. Then the fun could begin again.