Camila strode into the cell, her high heels clicking on the concrete floor as she approached the lone occupant who was strung up inside of the cell. The catsuited agent had been captured in the research wing three hours ago and despite fighting like a wildcat, she had been overpowered and dragged down to the prison wing to her current position.
The agent, who had only given her first name of Haneul exposing some Korean heritage, was dressed in a tight black catsuit, knee high lace up boots, and black leather gloves. Rope had been used to bind her tightly, her arms welded together at the wrists, forearms, and elbows. A long rope attached to her wrists had been threaded through a ring in the ceiling, yanking her arms up and forcing her to bend forward, her long dark hair falling towards the ground. The strappado was supplemented with a black leather collar locked around her neck and a rope threaded through the ring on the front to the ropes binding her booted ankles together. More rope bound her legs above and below her knees, and her thighs, putting Haneul in an awkward position of trying to maintain her balance with her legs bound together. The strappado rope was also connected to a tight crotch rope that disappeared between her legs. Her catsuit was unzipped down to her belly, exposing large breasts barely contained by the strapless bra she wore, which would become very juicy targets for Esther. Finally, a head harness panelgag held a large ball inside of her mouth and was secured with straps all around her head to keep the prisoner silent.
Camila stalked in a circle around the captive agent, who followed the woman with her eyes whenever she was in view. As one of the female enforcers, Camila dressed appropriately in thigh high high heeled boots, leather leggings, and a triangular tight leather top that left her arms bare. She studied the prisoner, noting the strain in her face, the tremble in her arms and legs as she suffered silently through the strappado. Eyeing the captive’s shapely butt, Camila slapped the inviting target which caused Haneul to jump a little and let out a squeak of surprise. The squeak of surprise turned into a cry of pain as Camila picked up the controls to her shock collar and cranked a quick jolt into the shock collar wrapped around her captives neck. “Now that I have your attention.” Camilla said mockingly. “Let’s get started.”
The next half hour was spent with Camila working over Haneul with her instruments of the trade. Kept in the strict strappado she had been tied with earlier, an array of paddles, crops, rulers, and more were used to torment Haneul’s breasts, ass, and crotch. “Had enough yet?” Camila taunted her as Haneul panted behind her gag from another croppiny.
“Oh I think so.”
A new voice caused Camila to whirl in shock to see another catsuited agent, this one a brunette, with a pistol levelled at her. “Don’t even think about it bitch.” Her voice was filled with venom. “Put it down.”
Camila weighed her options before setting down the crop and remote. There were no weapons in the cell for obvious reasons but maybe she could signal to the security cameras. “Don’t bother.” The voice said sharply. “Cameras are offline, as is your security team. Three steps to your left.”
Camila complied and then felt a sting in her shoulder, looking down to see a dart fired from a second weapon the dark haired agent had fired at her and then everything went black as she slumped to the floor. Satisfied the enemy was down, she rushed immediately to Haneul, flicking out a knife that quickly cut down the strappado rope and she gently lowered her friend to the ground. The knife cut through the rest of the ropes quickly, but the head harness gag took multiple minutes of fumbling with buckles and strap before it would come off. “Oh my god Cristina.” Haneul almost sobbed in relief at seeing her friend. “Thank you so much.”
Her voice was very raspy. “Did you get the files?”
Cristina held up a usb key. “Done.”
Haneul sagged with relief a second time. “Alright, we can get out of here then. What about her?”
The two agents looked at the unconscious woman on the ground. “We should take her with us.” Cristina noted. “She might have information, or you could just get revenge.”
“How are you expecting to get her out of here?” Hanuel asked before looking around the room. “Oh…”
They worked quickly. It chilled Haneul at how severe the leather restraints stocked just outside of her former cell were, but now they were able to put it to good use. A tight black armbinder was zipped up Camila’s arms and strapped and locked in place, surprisingly her elbows could touch so the armbinder was used to maximum effectiveness. Next was a hobble skirt, long black leather with built-in zippers that they zipped almost all the way down that would restrict her ability to walk to a few inches at most. A body harness of leather straps was buckled around her, including a crotch strap that was tightened as far as it could go causing Camila to yelp. A ballgag was crammed between her teeth and strapped tight, then for good measure black tape was wound around her head over the ballgag to stifle any additional sound. Haneul tested the gag by digging her nails into Camila’s breasts and the cry of pain was barely audible. Finally, the shock collar that had been strapped around Haneul’s neck was secured around Camila’s in a sense of irony. “Now we can do this the easier way where you show us the path to get out of here.” Cristina told their captive. “And we’ll be nice and not hurt you too much.”
Then her voice hardened. “Or I can shock you until you piss yourself, knock you out, lock you in a box and wheel you out of here myself to dump in the ocean on the way home.”
The venom in Cristina’s voice made Haneul’s blood run cold, but thankfully Camila seemed to buy the threat and nodded her head. Cristina then pulled a gwen hood out and roughly yanked it over Camila’s head, reducing her features to a pair of wide eyes as the laces were pulled tight and trapping the gag tighter into her mouth. Pistol in hand and a prisoner leading the way, Haneul and Cristina started out of the cell block. Haneul noticed that Cristina also now carried a duffle bag that she had not entered the cell with but didn’t ask as she turned her attention back to their captive, who was slowly moving a few inches at a time due to the hobble skirt.
More than once, the girls were brought almost into camera range and had to drag their uncooperative captive backwards through a doorway. Cristina finally got fed up and dialled up the shock collar, holding the trigger down and causing Camila to curl into a ball on the floor sobbing. “Are you going to be good and show us the real way?” She asked, releasing and then giving Camila another shock.
The proud Hispanic woman was now reduced to a sobbing mess on the floor, nodding her hooded head. Yanking her to her feet, the two agents frogmarched her down the indicated paths she pointed to with her head. With her hobble restricting her movement, Camila’s legs were not moving as expected but her two captors did not let that impede them. Finally they reached a garage where Camila pointed them to her car. As thanks for her guidance, she was blindfolded, with her ankles strapped together and locked to the D ring on the end of her armbinder to put her in a strict hogtie.
Moaning and whimpering, the two agents slammed the trunk shut. “Maybe I’ll string her up in a strappado back at base.” Haneul mused, before jerking her head up as alarms began to blare. “That’s our cue. Let’s get out of here.”