Note: I went a bit more sensual with this one than I usually do but it remains lighthearted and doesn’t get graphic or explicit or anything. There’s also a little bit more extreme bondage this time around but nothing too crazy. Just thought I’d let you know, in case that bothers you. Hopefully you enjoy this one!

The two agents were not exactly pleased with their current situation but at least the woman they were protecting was safe. For now, anyway. Neither Celia nor Elyn knew if they could keep these kidnappers at bay for much longer.

What started as a pretty boring assignment turned a little too interesting a little too quickly. Both women rather enjoyed their predicaments but were quite perturbed by the constant badgering questions from the three masked, female intruders.

Artema had placed them both on assignment to watch over a young politician by the name of Alicia West. She was running against Vera Calloway in the upcoming mayoral election of Weston. Her office came to the Agency for help after several of her ‘West for Weston’ campaign signs had been defaced and a threatening letter from a group of people calling themselves ‘The Nappers’ had threatened to kidnap the candidate and hold her for ransom.

It was odd to see a public threat made on a kidnapping but this group had been brazen in their attempts before, successfully holding several rich women hostage and getting away with their paid ransom money. Celia and Elyn had been assigned to protect Alicia from these kidnappers and ensure they did not get to the young candidate. So far they had been successful but both women now found themselves hostages instead.

Both had been quickly bound with zip ties around the wrists, ankles, and upper arms with another fixed around their waists to hold them to chairs. Tight cloths had also been pulled between their teeth to gag them and neither woman could escape at the moment nor even hear themselves think, really. The three gun-toting women, dressed in black, and wearing black helmets that concealed their faces, would not stop badgering them with questions about Alicia’s whereabouts.

Celia and Elyn had both arrived at Alicia’s office to essentially shadow her all day and protect her from these kidnappers. They had promised to show up that day and Artema was taking no chances and put her best stealth agent and best sharpshooter to the task of protecting the candidate while the remaining agents protected the perimeter around two city blocks. Unfortunately, they hadn’t banked on the kidnappers disguising themselves, blending into the crowded streets, and then changing cloths and bursting into Alicia’s office brandishing guns.

The kidnappers threatened the lives of both women so the Agency had to stay back, not knowing how serious the threat was, and leave Celia and Elyn for the time being while they came up with a rescue plan.

But the two agents luckily were still succeeding in their mission as they had secreted Ms. West away to the underground Weston Agency headquarters without anyone knowing and pretended to still be protecting her at her office. They knew Taria and Meryn would be back at base keeping the young candidate safe. Now it was only their safety they worried about. But the kidnappers had done little else besides restraining them and interrogating them for a couple of hours.

Taking their professional roles seriously, both agents dressed the part of office workers, albeit with a slightly more fashionable take on it. Celia had been taking after Elyn a bit, with all of their time spent together practicing bondage, and went for something perhaps a little more for style than function.

Celia, the small, lithe agent with chestnut brown hair and blue eyes, had removed her ponytail for this and let her long hair down about her shoulders. The skirt she wore was the shortest one she owned, a light brown, pleated affair that barely came halfway down her thighs. This contrasted with her long, black stockings and a pair of formal high heels that matched her skirt. Her button up blazer also matched her skirt and shoes and covered a tight black, high collared shirt with a cute, brown bow tie around her neck. She got a few compliments on her appearance and even admitted to herself that she looked good. The stockings, skirt, and heels accentuated her legs particularly well and almost made her blush at the sight. She was blushing a bit now that she was tied up and gagged in this outfit.

Elyn perhaps went a little less professional but still wore a nice business suit nonetheless. Her soft red eyes and short, orange hair with thick bangs matched well with her red and black outfit. She wore a very tight pencil skirt, red in colour, that was about the same length as Celia’s. Her long stocking were also black but contrasted very starkly against her own open-toed red high heels. Elyn wore a short red jacket with just one button holding it closed over her black tank top. When Celia quizzed her on why she didn’t go for a more formal shirt, Elyn just shrugged and said “I like to be comfortable when I look good.” Of course, she couldn’t say much now with the gag in her mouth and the tight zip ties holding her captive but Elyn was rather enjoying herself nonetheless.

The kidnappers who had bound them all had gone silent now and each sat across from their bound and gagged captives, glaring. One of them, a rather tall and muscular sort, stepped forward and waved a gun in Elyn’s face. Elyn didn’t even flinch.

“So you’re the tough one, are you?”

She waved the gun in Celia’s face and, though she tried to stay tough, Celia shut her eyes and mewled into her gag. “And you’re the little scaredy-cat then,” she said. “Just trying to play tough”

The woman paced back and forth in front of their captives, still holding the gun, and didn’t say anything for the longest time.

“So then,” she said. “We’ve asked you again and again and again. But you just won’t tell us where Alicia West is hiding. What the hell is she paying you to make you so damn loyal?”

Elyn chuckled behind her gag, causing the woman to round on her and point the gun in her face.

“You mean to tell me that both of you, her hired protection, don’t know where she is?”

Elyn shook her head. “Nho,” she said around her cleave gag.

“Mmm mm,” Celia said, also shaking her head. She feared opening her mouth if that woman was going to point a gun in her face again.

“Tell you what,” the woman said. “We three are going to step out of the room for a moment. Maybe take a break and let you two think for a little while. And we’re not coming back empty-handed. Think about that, too, while you struggle away. See if that doesn’t make you more... co-operative. We’ll be back.”

The three kidnappers left the small corner office and locked the door behind them, leaving the two agents to squirm and struggle and remain unsure of what that one had meant about not coming back empty-handed.

Though they both enjoyed being tied up, neither woman wanted to deal with their questions or what else they had cooked up so they worked hard to escape. Luckily, Celia had also planned for this eventuality and struggled to get her hands into the front pocket of her blazer. She had been fortunate that the kidnappers had not searched her as she grasped a small pair of side cutters in one hand and began working away on the plastic cuffs restraining her wrists.

Elyn chuckled when she saw the side cutters and simply waited for Celia to cut through her zip cuffs and free herself. It took her only a few minutes to get herself fully free. When she removed her gag, she set to work cutting Elyn’s restraints and had her free in less than a minute. Elyn pulled the gag from her mouth and smirked at Celia.

“Almost too easy,” she said. “But what do we do about the locked door, Ms. Escape Artist?”

“That’s your department,” Celia said. “Don’t tell me you didn’t bring any lock picks.”

Elyn shrugged. “Why would I? This was supposed to be an easy assignment, right? Why bring my tools? I wasn’t expecting to have to have to break any locks today.”

“Damn it. You’re right. I guess we both should have thought this could happen, huh?” Celia asked.

“At least you brought those pliers,” Elyn said, trying to reassure her friend. “We would have been stuck there if you hadn’t. Not that I minded but... those girls are too damn talkative. I’d rather we found a way out of here.”

Celia was about to speak and try to come up with a plan when they saw three figures appear outside the frosted glass window of the office door.

“Looks like we might not get that chance,” Celia said.

The door was unlocked and the three kidnappers stepped in, all carrying sturdy rope and rolls of duct tape. The one who had spoken to them when they left let a smile cross her face.

“Well well. Just as I thought. I knew you two would be fun. Let’s get to work, ladies.”

...

“Mmmph!” Celia grunted into her gag as she struggled against her tough bonds. There wasn’t much she or Elyn could do in that moment. They had been tied much tighter this time with quite a lot of rope binding them to their chairs once more.

Both women were tied up identically once again as it seemed the kidnappers were fond of regularity.

Tough, white rope held each woman’s wrists, crossed, and behind the backs of the office chairs. These ropes, in turn, were attached to ropes that wrapped around both of their slender waists and kept their bound wrists pinned to the backs of the chairs.

Further rope was wrapped above and below each woman’s breasts and pinned their arms tightly to their sides. Even more rope tied their legs together at the ankles and knees. Both women also had their ankles tied to the office chairs’ central supports so they couldn’t kick their legs or move them very far. Topping off the tight ropes were heavy, wraparound tape gags that sealed a small cloth in each woman’s mouth.

The kidnappers had left them alone for the time being so both of them rather enjoyed the sensation of being tied up and gagged without being badgered by questions.

“Hmmmmph...” Elyn sighed, tugging at her bound wrists and shimmying her torso in a pretend battle with her bonds. They held her firmly and she moaned into her gag before deciding to test it. “MMMMPPPPHHH!!” Hardly a sound escaped the thick wrapping of tape.

Celia blushed a bit at the sight of her pretty friend struggling in the tight ropes. It was a very pleasant sight. Of course, she knew she was nice sight herself in her tiny skirt, high heels and cute business attire. She caught a glimpse of herself in a small mirror that Alicia kept in the office and blushed harder at her own reflection. Her tightly gagged lips showed through the tape slightly and the ropes framed her body perfectly, accentuating all of her curves.

Not wanting to look away, Celia kept an eye on herself as she pretended to fight her restraints, struggling away and mewling into her gag. Like Elyn, Celia decided it would be fun to test her gag and took in a deep breath through her nose.

“MMMMPPHHH! HHLLLMMMPPP!!” It certainly kept her voice quiet. Her shrill voice caught Elyn’s attention and they met eyes for a moment. Neither woman could help the smiles that crossed their gagged lips and they both giggled.

“Lmmph scrmmm tmmgmmphr,” Elyn tried to say, though her speech was incomprehensible through the tape.

“Wmmt?” Celia asked, giggling.

“Lmmmph. Scrmmm. Tmmgmmphr. Mmntmm mmmr gmmmgph.”

Celia furrowed her brow, still giggling, trying to parse what Elyn had said.

“Scrmmm? Tmmgmmphr?”

Elyn giggled back and nodded.

“Ymmmph! Mmt thmm smmm tmmm!’

Celia finally understood Elyn’s idea. For fun, she wanted the pair of them to scream into their gags together. But should they should scream or call for help? Celia didn’t know how she was going to get the question across but she would try.

“Dmm ymm wmmt tmm cmmml fmmmr hlllmmmp mmmr hmmpht scrmmmm?

Elyn only understood the words ‘help’ and ‘scream’ in Celia’s gagged speech but gathered the rest was asking about which they should do.

“Bmmmph!” Elyn said cheerfully.

Celia giggled again. “Bmmmph?”

Elyn nodded, unable to stop herself from giggling. “Ymmmph! Bmmmph!”

Celia nodded back. “Mmmkmmm. Mmm thrmmm. Mmmkmmm?”

“Mmm thrmmm?”

“Ymmmph! Mmmn. Tmmm. Thrmmm.”

Both women took in a deep breath and screamed together into their gags.

“MMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!!! HHHLLLLLMMMMMPPPPPP!!!”

They both paused for a moment as the women outside the room stirred but they didn’t enter. Celia and Elyn looked at each other again and giggled loudly into their gags, unable to stop themselves from having a good time.

Outside the room, the three kidnappers were a little dumbfounded. They didn’t know what to do with hostages who enjoyed their situation.

“What is this Stockholm syndrome crap?” the shortest of the three asked upon hearing the gagged laughter.

“They don’t love us,” The biggest one said. She was by far the most muscular and tallest of the three, though their leader was no slouch herself. “So it’s not Stockholm Syndrome.”

“No,” the leader said. “I think they might like being tied up. They’re a couple of those bondage freaks.”

“What do you think we should do, boss?” the biggest woman asked.

“I’m going to see if I can’t get them to talk me, seeing as how they’re so amiable. Well, when I say talk, I mean grunt at me through their gags. Maybe they’ll agree to finally tells us where West is hiding.”

“Maybe,” the shortest woman said. “I wouldn’t bank on it, though.”

The leader said nothing and stepped inside the room, gagged laughter filling her ears.

“Sorry to interrupt play time, girls, but there’s business to be done.”

“Mmmph!” Celia said, squirming in her bonds. Elyn remained perfectly still and kept her eyes fixed on the leader. She didn’t try anything, yet, but she had an idea in mind to help them out of this mess.

“Oh relax,” the woman said. “I don’t want to spoil the mood or anything. I just came in here for a friendly chat.”

Elyn rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Ymmm rmmmmt....”

“It’s true!” the woman said. “Maybe we can all just become friends and then, when we find out where Alicia West is hiding, we can leave you two tied up nice and tight to have all kinds of fun for the rest of the day. How does that sound?”

The offer was certainly tempting to both women but they each realized that they would stay tied up regardless of their answer. Still, the thought of being alone together tied up, like they often did at home, made her offer all the more appealing.

But neither Elyn nor Celia would fall for a trap that easily. They still had a job to do, after all. Celia and Elyn looked at each other again, giggled into their gags, and then looked back the woman.

“Nmmm!” Elyn said, shaking her head.

“Mmmm mmmm!” Celia said, shifting in her bonds and shaking her head right along with Elyn.

“Ah, I figured it wouldn’t work. Well, you ladies sit tight. Heh. Sit tight. I’m funny sometimes. Anyway, sit tight while I confer with my colleagues about what to do with you two to get you on our side. Nothing bad, I can assure you. Just, you know, we’re on a bit of a schedule and we need to know where Alicia West is. When I come back, I’ll let you know our terms. Okay?”

Elyn shrugged and grunted into her gag. Celia said nothing and just played around with her ropes.

“We’ll be back, then.”

The woman got up and left the room again, her bound and gagged captives still trapped and unable to get free. Not that they wanted to anyway but they couldn’t have escaped even if they tried. The ropes were just too tight.

With the door shut and locked again, Elyn and Celia resumed their giggling to each other and struggling away, having a whale of a time in their bondage. They had no idea what the kidnappers’ plan for them would be but they didn’t really care. As long as they were tied up and having fun together like good friends then it didn’t matter. Still, there indeed was a plan for them and it might have just made them give up their quarry’s location.

...

Celia struggled and mewled away in absolute bliss and didn’t ever want it to stop. Every time she struggled, the rope between her legs pulled tight and made her feel amazing.

The kidnappers had taken a different approach to the interrogation this time. It seemed they were no longer interested in simply badgering and tormenting their captives into giving up the information they wanted. Instead they hoped to break their concentration and get them to slip up by stimulating them with pleasure. Of course, the three women also found themselves feeling rather... excited at the sight of the two struggling and moaning women.

They were still inside Alicia’s office but had no been moved to the long couch on the other side of the room. Celia and Elyn were facing each other, hogtied in strong, white rope.

Thick coils of rope wound up from just above their elbows to just below their shoulders to completely immobilize their arms. More rope bound their crossed wrists behind their back and attached to their arms ropes and their tightly tied and cinched ankles, pulling each woman’s feet up close enough so they could both touch the tips of their heeled shoes.

Their legs were further bound with rope tying them above and below the knees and in one place higher up on their thighs. Everything was finished off with a tight rope tied between both women’s legs. Their wrists and ankles were also attached to the tight crotchrope so that it pulled tight every time they struggled and both of them were absolutely loving it.

“Mmmmpphhhh!” Celia squealed into the tight wrapping of tape that covered her mouth. In addition, both Celia and Elyn had thick scarves pulled tight over their mouth and nose to further silence their moans and squeals of pleasure.

The three kidnappers let them struggle away in complete bliss for a time before the leader knelt down in front of the couch, first looking at Celia.

Neither woman paid attention to her captors. Instead, they watched each other and saw the crotchropes that hiked up their skirts and revealed their panties underneath; both wore black. The thought of seeing themselves like that was tantalizing and added to the excitement of the struggle.

The leader cleared her throat and Celia gave her a sidelong glance.

“Hey there. How are we doing?” the woman asked.

“Mmmmppphhh....” Celia said.

“I... I assume that means good,” she said, turning to look at Elyn. “How about you, cutie? Feeling good?”

“”Hmmmpphhhh...” Elyn sighed, still feeling quite euphoric.

“Um... sure. You’re feeling good then. So does that mean you’re ready to have a friendly chat?”

“Mmm mmmm....” Celia said, slowly shaking her head.

“Really? What if we leave you gagged then? Will you answer some yes or no questions?”

Elyn and Celia eyed each other, still in a state of bliss, and smiled behind their gags. They still wouldn’t let these women get their way but they could maybe try to play along...

“Mmm hmmmm....” both women said in unison.

“Great,” the leader said with a smile. “So, first question. Do you know where Alicia West is hiding?”

“Ymmmph...” Elyn said, moaning a bit into her gag as she tugged her wrists and ankles against her crotchrope.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” the leader said. “Now, I only want the cute little brunette to answer this one. Can you do that for me?”

Celia nodded, groaning a bit as she pulled against her bindings and the crotchrope tightened with the movement.

“Okay. Is your friend telling the truth?”

Celia blinked slowly a few times and tugged hard against her restraints, squealing again into her gag. She struggled and squirmed for a while against her tight bondage but she was held fast.

“Listen, while all the struggling is cute and everything, I could really use an answer. Is she telling the truth?”

Celia simply nodded, closing her eyes and laying her head to one side.

“Good. Thank you. Glad to know I can trust you,” the woman said, turning to look at Elyn.

Elyn giggled into her gag and kept her eyes on the leader. As she was about to ask a third question, the leader hesitated and found herself looking deep into Elyn’s eyes, unable to break away.

Tighter came a lustful, smoky voice in her head.

“Wait... what?” the woman said to herself.

I said... tighter. Tie me up tighter. Then I’ll give you your answers.

“You... you want to be tied up tighter?”

Yes. Chains and leather... an armbinder... a huge muzzle gag and a blindfold. I need it all. Do it for both of us. We’ll tell you where she is then.

“O-okay,” the woman said, feeling strangely compelled to obey what Elyn’s voice said inside her mind.

“You okay boss?’ one of the other kidnappers asked.

“I’m... I’m fine. But they’re not cracking. We need to tie them tighter.”

“Um... they’re tied plenty tight, boss,” the last kidnapper said. “Are you sure we need to?”

The leader still locked eyes with Elyn. The smoky voice spoke in her mind once again.

Do it Elyn’s voice said. Tie us tighter. And get us each one of those high tech, vibrating belts. Please. We would both love it ever so much. Then and only then will we tell you where the woman is.

Giving her head a shake, the woman was released from her trance and stood up.

“Yes. We need to tie them tighter,” she said. “Go get the armbinders and anything made of leather. We’ll also need some chains, muzzle gags, blindfolds, and um... you know.”

“What?” the largest kidnapper asked.

“You know go get a couple of my um... belts.” The big kidnapper furrowed her brow. “You know. The ones we play with?”

“You sure about that, boss? That might distract them a little too much.”

“I know what I’m doing. Just do what I say!” the leader said.

The big kidnapper shook her head and did as her boss said. They headed to the back room, where they had brought in all of their restraints, and retrieved what was asked of them. Now they just needed to get their captives tightly bound.

...

It had been easy to slip away from the two women guarding her. Alicia West played her role perfectly, acting grateful and thankful to the Weston Agency for protecting her from the evil kidnappers. They would be confused when they woke up and found themselves tightly tied together and gagged but she knew someone from their Agency would find them eventually. Now it was time to get her real plan into action.

She pulled a cell phone out of her suit pocket and stared at it, admiring her reflection. Alicia West always did like the way she looked though she was hardly vain. The young politician was often regarded as a beautiful woman with her shoulder length brown hair and striking hazel eyes. Her ivory skin, slender jawline, and high cheekbones made her a target for the cameras and she used that to her advantage in her campaign thus far as the early polls showed an even split between her and Vera Calloway.

Alicia loved the dark blue, pinstripe suit she wore with its short pencil skirt, matching jacket and white shirt as well as long black stockings and matching dark blue heels. Sometimes she imagined herself to be some sort of mob boss while wearing it and other times she pictured herself as a secret agent like those at the Weston Agency. But she most often liked to imagine herself completely tied up and gagged in her fancy suit.

Alicia hired a regular dominatrix to tie her up and leave her to struggle for hours but these days she wanted to spice things up a bit. With the cell phone in hand, Alicia simply let it go and it fell to the sidewalk at her feet. She walked forward a few steps and pulled a much smaller phone from another jacket pocket, holding this one up to her ear.

“I’m out,” she said. “Time to move on in your target.”

She tapped the phone once and stuffed it back into her pocket. Only minutes after she had stopped speaking, a white can pulled up to the curb in front of her and two masked women with guns raised rushed out of the vehicle.

Alicia feigned fear in her eyes and held her hands up as the two women rushed her into the back of the van.

“Help! He-mmmph!” a thick cloth was stuffed into her mouth before she could continue speaking and then duct tape wrapped around her lips and head to seal it in place. A pair of zip cuffs were fastened to her wrists and a white cloth was tied on over her eyes to render her blind.

In moments, Alicia was dragged into the back of the van and it sped off into the streets, headed straight back to her office where the two agents were being held.

Perfect she thought to herself. All according to plan.

...

It was like the belt could read her mind and Celia was ecstatic. The thing stimulated her perfectly and just kept on going. The belt was pulled on snugly and buckled on around her waist like a seat belt. Another strap was attached to the front buckle and snapped into another buckle on the back that pulled tight between her legs. When the lead kidnapper pressed a button on her small remote, the belt glowed blue and immediately began vibrating. It seemed to vibrate harder when she would struggle against her restraints so Celia was sure to continue fighting, taking breaks every now and then.

She could hear Elyn moaning from beside her and the dull hum of another vibrating belt so she could only assume Elyn was wearing one, too. The way it made her skirt ride up just excited her more and made her think of how pretty Elyn must have looked all tied up like they both were.

Celia and Elyn were both stuck in their chairs again only this time their arms were completely immobilize behind their backs inside the single sleeves of an armbinder each. Elyn’s was bright red, made of leather, and matched her suit perfectly. Celia’s was black and tightly hugged her arms. Both of them were laced up in the back and had straps that went around their shoulders, one that cinched their elbows tighter and another that wrapped around their wrists.

Both women were completely trapped in their armbinders but that wasn’t all. Thick straps lashed their bodies to the backs of each chair and kept them in place. Leg irons were affixed to their ankles and a thick chain was attached to them, pulling their legs back. The other end of both chains was locked onto a ring on the end of each armbinder. More chains tied each woman’s thighs together.

Further chains were attached to rings on heavy posture collars that they both wore. The collars matched their armbinders and the chains were pulled tight toward the chains binding each of their legs together to force them both to lean forward a bit.

Topping it all off, both women wore heavy muzzle gags with straps that wrapped around their foreheads, either side of their noses, around the backs of their heads, and underneath their chins to keep their jaws clamped shut. A heavy, leather panel covered the bottom halves of their faces from just below their noses to under their chins and kept a soft rubber ball wedged between each of their teeth. They were both kept in the dark by thick, leather blindfolds and neither captive could see anything.

Elyn and Celia moaned and struggled away in their heavy bondage, unable to escape even if they wanted to, and thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Feeling the belt vibrate a little harder, Celia wanted to test her gag and so screamed her pleasure as loud as she could.

“MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!”

Elyn followed right after her, kept silent by the muzzle. “MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!”

After letting them struggle for awhile, yet again, the lead kidnapper stepped forward and watched her two pretty captives mewl and struggle away in their bliss.

“All right, ladies. Can you hear me?”

“Mmm... hmmm....” Celia said, unable to contain her excitement.

“Ymmmph,” Elyn answered.

“Good. I’ve got a surprise for you. Let’s show you first, cute brunette. Off with the blindfold!”

Celia blinked a few times and let her eyes adjust to the light filtering into them. It didn’t take her long to realize that there were now four women standing in front of her. One of them seemed to have her arms behind her back. When her eyes finally adjusted, Celia shrieked into her gag but the belt ‘punished’ her and she forgot her momentary shock at seeing Alicia West standing before her, bound and gagged, and being pushed to an empty chair to her left.

“Mmmph!” she said.

Celia’s vibrating belt distracted her and made her thoughts wander away as Alicia was led into the room, struggling against her captors, and shoved into the chair beside Celia on her left. She tried to work out how they had found Ms. West, since neither she nor Elyn had given the kidnappers any information but now the mayoral candidate was a bound and gagged captive right beside the two agents.

The three kidnappers worked quickly in binding Alicia the same way as Elyn and Celia. It took them only a few minutes to slip yet another armbinder over the politician’s arms and wrap another vibrating belt around her waist and between her legs. With a muzzle gag and a blindfold, Alicia West was plunged into darkness and could barely make a whisper into her stifling gag. With the candidate for mayor thoroughly bound in leather and steel, wearing a collar and completely blind to the world, the first part of their mission had succeeded.

Celia, still trying to fight the effects of the distracting belt, couldn’t understand how the Agency had failed. She and Elyn had kept Alicia’s location a secret and she was being watched over by Taria and Meryn, two of the toughest, most badass women she had ever known. How had it all fallen apart?

Alicia struggled hard in her tight bondage from Celia’s left, her own vibrating belt beginning to stimulate her, and she simply could not hope to break free. The leader of the three women leaned down and rested one arm on Alicia’s shoulder, staring into Celia’s eyes.

“Mmmph! Gmmt mmmf mmm!” Alicia said into her gag.

“So, what do you think?” the leader asked. “You feeling good about yourselves now?”

Celia furrowed her brow and tried not to enjoy the sight of the gorgeous candidate tied up and gagged but it was an amazing sight. Of course, her own bondage was probably invading her thoughts and she couldn’t really think of much else besides how much she was enjoying herself. Still, she managed to fight through it and look the lead kidnapper in the eye.

“Hmmm?” she said, a questioning tone in her voice.

“This is what we do. Did you really think you could keep her hidden forever? Now the fun begins as we leave you three in your happy little bliss while we negotiate your safe return. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Mmmph!” Celia said, trying to scowl at the woman but she really was having too much fun. The kidnapper was right. She would like to stay tied up.

“Cute attempt but I can see it in your eyes. You love this, don’t you? And based on the sound Ms. West is making, I think she likes it too. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

Alicia struggled in her bonds a bit but, in truth, she enjoyed it just as much as the other two women tied up beside her. Celia could hear it in her voice, too. What the hell is going on? she thought to herself.

The lead kidnapper stepped over to Elyn and leaned down into her ear. “I know you can hear us, beautiful. You failed. You know that, don’t you?”

Elyn slowly nodded, moaning into her gag and wriggling in her bonds, her mind almost completely drifted away with the bliss of her wonderful bondage.

“As long as you know that then I’m happy. Now, we can’t forget the brunette’s blindfold again for the next few hours of fun. Back into the dark for you, sweetie!”

Celia didn’t fight the woman as her leather blindfold was replaced and she was plunged into darkness once more. In truth, she wanted it back on. It only heightened her enjoyment of the experience. With three mewling, blissful captives thoroughly bound and gagged in Alicia West’s office, the lead kidnapper left her three prisoners to struggle away and enjoy themselves while she spoke to the city and the Weston Agency. These three beauties would fetch them a lot of ransom money. There was even a chance they could retire with that kind of cash. Now all she needed to do was negotiate.

...

The negotiations took the better part of four hours but, finally, they had an agreed upon price. City Council would pay a cool million for the return of Ms. West while the Agency, with city funding, would pay half a million each for the safe return of their agents. Of course Artema, the agency leader, had no plans on actually giving them the money and would rescue her two agents herself.

In her infinite kindness and sweet, bubbly nature Mirelle, another agent, had insisted on helping Artema rescue the two captured agents and the pair of them were now waiting outside. Just as predicted the lead kidnapper thought to herself.

She stepped back into Alicia’s office and removed the blindfold from the mayoral candidate, turning off her vibrating belt.

“Hmmmmph!?” Alicia said into her gag, glaring at the lead kidnapper. “Nmmm! Wmmt mmr ymm dmmmng!?”

“Sorry, ma’am. Fun time is over. It’s time to go to work. This is what you wanted after all, isn’t it?”

Celia heard this conversation and tried to keep the thoughts of pleasure at bay. Wait... she thought. Is this an inside job?

“Mmmph! Mmm nmmt rmmmdmm!” Alicia protested into her gag.

“But ma’am, Agent Hunter is here. And she’s even brought a cute friend along. I know you’re eager to meet her.”

Celia struggled in her bonds when she heard the kidnapper use the code name of the Agency’s leader, Artema. There was no way Artema would see this coming. Especially if Alicia was actually working with the kidnappers, as Celia now suspected. Her thoughts drifted again when her belt vibrated harder and put Celia’s mind back into a state of bliss. She listened and heard Elyn struggle a bit as well. Her friend had obviously been listening as well but both women were having too much of a good time to do much about it. That and there was no way they were going to escape their bonds.

Alicia relented and allowed the kidnapper to release her from her bondage. The lights in the office went out and they all went silent and waited in the shadows for Artema to arrive.

The two agents coming in to the rescue were dressed in skintight, full body stealth suits. Artema wore all white with matching, flat knee high boots. Her very muscular form and impressive height were only accentuated by the choice of uniform. The white suit was contrasted by her long, purple hair tied back in a ponytail and she stared into the darkness with her sharp green eyes.

Mirelle trailed in behind her and she was quite a petite woman. She cut an excellent figure in her black stealth suit and matching flats. Despite her small size, she was still a bit bigger than Celia and, much like her smaller counterpart, was very athletic and nimble. She eyed the darkness with bright, red coloured eyes and kept her gorgeous, mint green hair swept down over her shoulders. The bright, bubbly woman known as Agent Rune kept a wary eye on her surroundings as she followed her leader into the dark office building.

Before either woman could react, however, they were each struck from either side by small, sharp objects that stuck into each shoulder. In no time, the effects of the objects took hold and both women felt woozy.

It seemed they were darts and filled with a quick acting sleep drug. Not even the mighty Artema could fight back the effects of the drug and soon both women were passed out on the floor. Celia and Elyn, of course, had no idea what was happening and saw none of this as they struggled away in their happy bondage predicaments. But, after all of this was over, both women would remark on just how quickly and efficiently Alicia had taken out Artema as well as Mirelle to boot. The mayoral candidate sure seemed to know what she was doing.

...

Artema awoke to the sound of gagged moans and struggling women on either side of her. Her vision was still a bit blurry but she was able to shake off the effects of the drug quite quickly. When she did, she knew then that she had been very tightly restrained.

Indeed, both Artema and Mirelle were now wearing armbinders, muzzle gags, leg irons and vibrating belts like the other two captives and bound to chairs in the exact same position as the others. First she eyed Mirelle, who struggled with wide eyes. She did seem to be enjoying herself, however. Maybe she and Luna have been playing together Artema thought to herself.

Artema also discerned that she was the only captive not wearing a blindfold. She wondered why at first but quickly got her answer when Alicia West stepped into the room.

“Hmmmph!?” Artema said, thrashing against the tight armbinder fusing her arms together.

“Yes I know. It is a surprise,” Alicia said. “Those two pretty guards you left me with were surprised too. Of course, I know the rest of your Agency have probably found them by now. And they’ll find you eventually as well.”

“Mmmrrrggghh!!” Artema growled into her muzzle gag, biting down hard on the soft rubber ball in her mouth. Even an accomplished escape artist like her would have trouble escaping these restraints.

“I’ve been wanting to see you like this ever since I first heard of you, Agent Hunter. And you haven’t disappointed me. You’re simply stunning. As are your other agents but you, my dear, your wife is a lucky woman.”

“Mmmmph!”

“Settle down. I mean you no harm,” Alicia said. “I... well, I set this all up. The kidnapping, your protection, all of it. I just needed a good bondage adventure and I just had to see some sexy spies get tightly tied and gagged. So I may have broken a few laws to get that done.”

Artema sighed, shaking her head. I like a good bondage game with Lanala she said. But this is nuts!

“How do you like your belt, by the way? It’s my own custom design. I was just wearing one earlier when these lovely ladies kidnapped me and tied me up. All by my instruction, of course.”

Artema had to admit, the vibrating belt did feel very good. I might have to get me one of these and try it out with Lanala she thought to herself.

“Well you can keep the one you have on. Really. I’m going to leave you all here as a reward for being kind enough to try and protect me. I may have wanted to kidnap you a little bit but, after getting to know you, I actually quite like you and your agency. Especially for unwittingly helping me in my little bondage adventure.”

“Hmmmph,” Artema said, still struggling with her purple armbinder. It had a tight grip on her and she wasn’t sure that even she had the strength to break out of it.

“Your allies know where you are but it may be a few hours before they find you,” Alicia continued. “So I hope you enjoy yourselves while you’re here. As for me, all of this is bound to lose me the election. And I could have won it, too. But I never really wanted to be mayor anyway. I just wanted to get into the public eye and have a good time. So my friends and I will be skipping town and looking for more bondage fun elsewhere.”

“Mmmph! Ymm wmmt gmmt mmwmm wmmph thmmph!” Artema said, still trying to act defiant. In truth, however, she was actually glad for the break. It had been a stressful time and little bondage fun for a few hours would probably help her relax. She didn’t enjoy it as much as Elyn or Celia but the relaxation would still be welcome.

“Don’t try and look for me. We’ve been at this for awhile. Besides, I get the feeling you won’t come after me anyway, Agent Hunter. We’re not exactly the kind of menace you’re after anyway.”

Artema admitted to herself that Alicia was right. As long as they didn’t come back to Weston, there was really nothing the Agency could do anyway. So she would just have to let Alicia go. Not that she could stop her, tightly bound to a chair like she was, but there was no reason to stop her if they were just going to leave Weston and her Agency unharmed.

“It was lovely seeing you like this, Agent Hunter,” Alicia said. “But now I have to go. Ladies, if you could get me tied up and packed away, I would appreciate it.”

The three kidnappers obliged and handcuffed Alicia’s wrists behind her back, quickly wrapping duct tape around her mouth and placing a tight hood over her head. They led her away, as though kidnapping her again, and left the four agents in her former office.

Everything went silent, save for the moaning and mewling women in the office building. It would be hours before Lanala and the others would find them trussed up inside the office but none of them really cared in that moment. Even Artema sat back, struggling away, and enjoying the feeling of her bonds and the vibrating belt.

It had been a long and confusing day, after all. And there was nothing quite like inescapable bondage with a few good friends for a few quiet hours. Despite the initial thought of danger, it had all turned out pretty well. On this day, Artema would take the loss. They had failed their mission but the truth would come out about the devious trickery of the clever Alicia West. Artema actually hoped to meet her again. Despite all of the illegal stuff she did, Ms. West proved to be a worthy adversary and quite a fun woman. All in all, she had earned Agent Hunter’s respect. Besides, a good bit of revenge would be a lot of fun to get on a woman like that. She could only hope one day that they would get it.