"Special Agent Lily Sparks of ARMOR, what a pleasure to see you," Operative Alpha of SCOURGE said.


Lily's reply started with a simple profane imperative, and then descended into a torrent of colorful vulgarity from there. Alpha raised an contemplative eyebrow and tried to reconcile the coarse mouthiness with the sweetly pretty face that spoke it.


"Normally, I'd wash that gorgeous mouth of yours out with soap. But you'll get a pass on that this time. Instead, it's time for another kind of washing."


"Do your worst," Lily said with venomous defiance.


"Mm-mmm. You are such a sexy little thing. But never more so than when you're itching for a fight. Well, a fight you'll have soon enough. A losing fight, granted, but a fight nonetheless. Guards."


Two suitably burly individuals who stood just behind Lily stepped forward and grasped each of her arms. They then turned around and led her away. Alpha leered at the back of the agent, appreciating how that angle was as enticing as the front was.


Lily stood 5'8" in her stiletto heels. She had a smooth, tanned complexion and thick black hair that fell past her shoulders. She wore a tight black cocktail dress without stockings. The outfit didn't lend itself to the active parts of spying--like chasing, shooting, or dodging--but it worked incredibly well for the more subtle aspects of her work--misdirection, flirtation, and seduction.


The guards marched her to the far end of the room, stopping in front of a padded table covered by a soft-looking sheet. Upon seeing it, Lily thought it looked like a standard massage table, albeit with a few minor differences. For one thing, it was truncated by almost a foot in length. At its head, it had a slightly raised, padded support with a curved indentation where a person's forehead would rest so they could breathe if lying face down. Finally, at the end where Lily and the guards now stood, two metal rods stuck out of it at an upward angle, ending in broad, cushioned stirrups.


"Are you planning on massaging me into submission?" Lily called back to Alpha.


"Aren't you just as witty as you are pretty?" Alpha said. "Guards, secure her."


The guards lifted Lily up onto the table and laid her face down on it so that her forehead rested on the support and her lower legs hung off the back. They then reached down to the underside of the table and pulled up heavy restraints. Once secured over her forearms, the bonds pulled taut, effectively immobilizing her.


Then, one guard stepped aside to stand before a nearby computer console. The other moved to the foot of the table, scooped off Lily's shoes, and placed her ankles in the stirrups. As soon as her weight pressed against the stirrups, they closed around her legs. This left her bare feet sticking out of them, with her toes pointing towards the floor.


"I can't say I've ever had a bondage massage before," Lily said in a bored voice that belied her predicament.


"Begin," Alpha said to the guards.


Nodding in acknowledgment, the guard at the console began typing in commands. In response, the wall at the table's head began to hum. A small panel opened in it, and from there emerged something that looked like a shallow, domed helmet. It extended out on a mechanical arm, continuing until it rested directly above Lily's head. Then, with a whir of servos, the arm bent downward and lowered the helmet onto her scalp.


"What the f---?" Lily said, unable to see what was happening to her.


Lights around the rim of the helmet began to pulse, and a rhythmic buzzing sounded from it. Lily reacted almost immediately.


"Hey! Hey, what is that?" she asked, her calm demeanor quickly evaporating. "Get that thing off of me! Get it off! G-get...oh! O-oh! W-what are you doing to me? W-what th-the fu-uu-uuu-uuuhhh--"


With her head, arms, and legs locked down, the only parts of her body that Lily could move were her feet. She kicked and shook them in a vain attempt to free herself. Alpha smiled at the sight of her pathetic struggles.


As the seconds passed, the helmet's pulses and buzzing intensified. Lily quickly lost the ability to form coherent words. Instead, she squealed and babbled in unintelligent protest, all the while thrashing her feet back and forth as much as the stirrups allowed. Alpha now approached the table to get a better view of the scene, grinning unabashedly and feeling incredibly turned on by it.


After about a minute, Lily stopped her utterances. She moaned several more times and then stopped that, too. Her pedial motions lessened, as well, diminishing to a trembling in time with the helmet's rhythms. This continued for a while longer.


Then, the helmet went dark and quiet. A few seconds later, it lifted off of Lily's head and retracted back into the panel in the wall.


Alpha nodded to the guards. They quickly unfastened the bonds around the agent's arms and ankles, then stepped away from the table.


"Turn over," Alpha said, poking Lily in the leg. "Sit up."


Lily complied with the orders, first flipping over to lie on her back, then pulling herself up to a sitting position with her feet hanging just over the edge of the table.


"What is your name?" Alpha asked.


"I...I don't know," Lily said.


Her eyes, while open, stared blankly ahead.


"Your name is slave," Alpha said.


"My name is...slave," Lily said.


"Listen to me, slave. You have been brainwashed. You have no will of your own. You will do whatever I tell you to do."


"I have been brainwashed. I have no will of my own. I will do whatever you tell me to do."


"Very good, slave. I want you to remember your job."


"I am...an agent of ARMOR."


"That's correct. I want you to remember all of your ARMOR accounts and passwords. Now, give them to me."


As Alpha spoke, one of the guards handed a small tablet to Lily. With no change of expression, she took the tablet and began entering data into it. When she was done, she simply sat there in a daze. The guard took the tablet from her and handed it to Alpha.


"When you wake up," Alpha said, "you won't remember anything that has happened since the moment before my guards captured you. Instead, you will remember that you successfully broke into my base and procured important data on SCOURGE that ARMOR needs."


The second guard handed Lily another tablet.


"When you return to work, you will give this data to your superiors. You will explain to them that you were unable to find me before you needed to retreat from patrolling guards. Do you understand everything I have just told you?"


"Yes, I understand everything you have just told me."


"Tell me, what is the name of the sexiest female agent you work with?"


"Samantha Lewis."


"You will also tell your superiors that you believe Agent Lewis would be a big help to you in finding and capturing me. When she is assigned to do just that, you will bring her to me so that I can brainwash her, just like I have done to you. Is all of that clear?"


"Yes, all of that is clear."


"Good. Very soon, my guards will release you. They will take you back to your hotel. Once there, you will go to bed and sleep soundly through the night. When you wake up in the morning, you will remember vague impressions of a dream. Those impressions will include you being bound and barefoot, and submitting to a dominant person. Nothing about the dream will make you think it has any basis in reality. However, it will intrigue you. And the more you think about, the more you will find it arousing. Do you understand?"


"Yes, I understand."


"And finally, slave, whenever you hear the words, 'Agent Sparks has been brainwashed,' you will immediately return to your current state of complete obedience and total subservience to me. Say it."


"Whenever I hear the words, 'Agent Sparks has been brainwashed,' I will immediately return to my current state of complete obedience and total subservience to you."


"Take her away," Alpha said to her guards.


The guards each grasped one of Lily's arms and began walking with her. But then one stopped and pointed at her discarded shoes on the floor.


"Leave them," Alpha said with a sly grin. "Let her wonder in the morning what happened to them. It should elicit some delightfully awkward feelings in her, given the 'dream' she'll be thinking about. Now, go."


After the guards had left, Alpha sighed contentedly. All had gone well. One special agent was now mindlessly enslaved to a SCOURGE operative's will, and another would soon join her. So would begin the downfall of ARMOR.


Knowing that the enemy agency would fall made Alpha very happy. But what really excited the operative was all the fun to be had brainwashing female agents to betray their beloved organization and destroy it from within.