( Enjoy the excellent art by @leapservice and @V3399 Thanks you two!!)
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Supervisory Special Agent Agatha Andrews had a LOT on the line. The next tax filing season was only a few months away and her ace in the hole, Tina, hasn’t seemed to have put a dent in the Brownie problem. Figuring out the IP address connection was a promising development, but since then, Tina’s been a ghost. And lately there have been strange rumblings about an “evil submissive” popping up in Tina’s neck of the woods. Is it possible that “Brownie corruption” has set in? Agatha hoped not.
But Agatha couldn’t afford to wait around and find out either…
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“No, listen to me V. I’m not fucking with you. I swear. I’m seriously evil now. Cross my heart.” My evil nemesis and part time love interest @V3399 belly laughed through the phone at me.
“Cross your EVIL heart? LOL! Oh, that’s too good. LOL!” OK, now I’m getting pissed.
“Why would I be making this up?? Look, I don’t know what happened. Maybe I just got sick of having to hide who I am from everyone I’ve been busting my butt trying to help. I don’t know! It just stopped making sense. So…. fuck it! I’m evil. That’s it. Over. Just like you, Sir.” I almost called him Master instead of Sir.
“Stop it. This isn’t even funny. You’re making me not want to strap you into any more contraptions and fuck you all weekend. It’s sad, pet.” I don’t know why but I REALLY wanted him to hear me.
“Please V…”
“No Tina! Look. I know you sometimes work in questionable areas. I know you skirt past a few laws every now and again. But you’re a good guy. You’re not a bad guy. Shit, just last week you told INTERPOL about my yacht in the Med. I had to blow it the hell up. Thank you for THAT bitchy move, by the way.”
“Yeah, but that was evil of me, right, Sir?” Even I had to admit I wasn’t remotely convincing.
“I’m hanging up now Tina. Next time I see you I’m locking you in one of my bondage cat suits again.
The one’s with all the access points. So, I don’t have to actually ever let you out.” He was confused and angry. I think he even sounds hurt. Dang it. I was hoping he’d be pleased. I always want to be pleasing.
CALL ENDED…
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The phone’s ringing. I hit ACCEPT hoping it’s V calling back.
“Where the fuck have you been Tina.” Shit. It’s Agatha.
“Chasing your Brownies, Special Agent Andrews.” I respond as sweetly as possible.
“Ahh come on, girl. That’s bull shit! Total bull shit! You haven’t been doing a damn thing on the Brownie situation.” Agatha is sharp as ever. My priorities shifted. She called me out.
“No, I’ve been working. I’ve been…you know…monitoring, and stuff.” Weak Tina. So, so weak.
“Monitoring? Really? Did you even know about the Brownie incident yesterday?” I didn’t know about the Brownie incident yesterday.
“Yes! Yes, I knew about that. At the office…with the Brownies…and the girl….”
“Quit clowning Tina!” That made me laugh. I think it was a fairly evil laugh.
“We’re friends, girl. I know I owe you. But you KNOW how important this is. And you know I need you on this. Come on Tina. Come through for me!” Agatha was right of course. Evil or not, I’m her friend. And Brownies overrunning the world is bad for evil business too. I navigate to the Dark Web Brownie website.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I’m pulling up the video right now. I’ll watch it and send you a report.” I gotta get this Brownie mess fixed so I can start putting together my evil empire or whatever it is I’m supposed to be doing now.
“I want your report AND I want a plan. Otherwise, I’ll have to move on to something else.” Did Agatha just threaten me?? Hang on a second. That’s not ok.
“Something else? Listen up Andrews. You don’t have ‘something else.’ You got me. You’d better just remember that.” The Brownie video was coming up. I ended the call.
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Agatha was troubled by Tina’s report. It read more like a love letter to the Brownie’s cruel efficiency than an assessment of exploitable weaknesses.
(Commissioned by @Coolestkate )
Tina gushed about the Brownies speed, agility, surprising strength and peerless teamwork. “Like a seasoned special ops team?” What the fuck, Tina! Is she buying their merchandise too?
Agatha gave credit to the report’s detailed description of the finer points of the rope work. She hadn’t noticed the way the “goat rope” around the damsel’s throat must have been tethered down to the wrists and then back up to the coat hanger she was suspended from. That particular bondage element would cause the beauty to choke herself if she struggled to free her hands. Diabolical. And that’s the problem. Tina wrote about it as though it were a master stroke. Her description was completely devoid of empathy. She mentioned all of the cinch ropes and the placement of the bindings near the narrower joints to maximize their effectiveness. But only in passing. She seemed to relish in describing the Brownie who fashioned a swing out of paper clips clamped onto the victim’s nipples and some string. And she ACTUALLY complimented the Brownie who wrote “Naughty Worker of the Month” in sharpie on the wall with an arrow pointing to the struggling girl.
Has Tina really gone over to the other side? The evidence sure seemed to point to that. Agatha’s first plan was for Tina to track down the Brownies and stop them. She believed Tina’s natural submissiveness would work as a kind of immunity to the damsel humiliation and torment that seems to motivate them. Now Agatha is afraid she might just jump in and help. Luckily, Agatha had a plan B in case things went sideways.
“Thanks, Tina. Great work on the report.” Agatha texted on her private phone. “I have a plan to wrap this up. Meet me in London tomorrow. 4:00 PM.”
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Agatha went out of her way to make this easy. London, Kentucky, home of Colonel Sanders and the birthplace of Kentucky Fried Chicken, is less than two hours south of my home in Paris. I wonder how far London, England is from Paris, France…anyway, if a two-hour drive and an afternoon meeting gets this off my plate, this trip is totally worth it!
Like a lot of Federal Government facilities in smaller cities, the IRS office in London looked shuttered. Makes sense. Agatha is trying to keep all of this off the books. She wouldn’t want a villain like me walking into an active government facility. I drive a few blocks past the building and park in an alley where my car won’t be noticed. Then I circle back to the rear entrance where I find the door propped slightly open.
“Hmmm. Is this too easy?” I text Agatha.
“Running late. Be there at 6:00.” I scope out the windows on the third floor while I wait for a response. There’s one that’s open. I’m on the alley side of the block. I should be able to scale that wall and be inside fast enough not to attract any attention. Agatha’s response vibed my phone.
“Take your time. Be safe.” Fuck yes, I’m being safe. I double check that all of my gear is strapped and secured and begin my climb.
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I finished clearing the top two floors without making a sound. This place is empty. If there’s a trap, it’s not coming from above. Knowing the upper floors are clear also gives me a tactical retreat route back up and out the window I used to enter through. It’s not that I don’t trust Agatha. And I certainly don’t want to let her down. Like I said, we’re friends. But she’s good and I’m evil so you just have to expect the unexpected…
I slide out into the open doorway of the last room on the main level, being sure to peek into every hard corner. It’s 5:30 and no sign of Agatha. I guess I told her 6:00. Maybe she didn’t wait here for me. The room is empty except for a metal desk like you’d find in pretty much any government office. A laptop is on the desk. Must be Agatha’s. It’s partially closed. The light from the screen is glowing down onto the keys and partially illuminating the desk. But I can’t see whatever Agatha had been working on. Might be a good idea to check.
I open the laptop screen all the way. I have to squint from the intensity of the light. It’s like a florescent search light. But then it fades to white screen of normal intensity. There’s nothing on the screen but a short chain of numbers.
Wait. That’s an IP address.
The Brownies laughter hits me as firmly as the first wave of their physical assault. As two collide against my back from above me, another one latches onto my ankle, causing me to stagger. Knowing these adversaries are uncannily clever, I ignore this distractionary attack and stretch my right arm out and intercept the Brownie who intended to tie up my strong arm. My fingers wrap around his narrow body and pluck him out of his flight. As it happens, this was the Brownie’s plan. It claws its prickly fingers and toes into my wrist and forearm. I can’t get him off, so I can’t reach my pistol on my hip. I bang the Brownie against the desk with no affect other than causing him to laugh that much more.
If I ever had a chance, it was before I entered the room and holstered up. Unable to access my weapon, I’m totally screwed.
There must be eight or nine Brownies all over me in an instant. They’re in my face, obscuring my vision. I try to fight by sense of touch, but every attempted strike seems to glance off or get absorbed harmlessly, as though they were made from some flexible puddy. It felt like battling a small army of cartoons.
Due to their numbers and their efficiency, I can do nothing to prevent them from wrapping my arms in ropes. With that accomplished, the Brownies take their time pulling their tethers together behind me. I grit my teeth and resist, but it’s a losing battle. My arms are creeping together, and once they touch, I know I won’t be able to get them apart again.
I’m suddenly yanked down onto my knees. I was so focused on my arms I didn’t even notice the ropes being secured around my shoulders and waist. Another company of Brownies on the ground all around me pulled those ropes down simultaneously, forcing me onto my knees. I immediately feel them scurrying and looping ropes around my ankles and thighs in a frogtie. Held down as I am, there isn’t anything I can do. I’m as hopeless as the girls I’d watched in the Brownie videos.
I hold out as long as I can with my arms. This seems to please the Brownies to no end. Their glee floats through the room. It’s like an electric charge circling all around.
Finally, my arms are snapped together. The Brownies waste no time. Their rope bindings are clean and cinched and perfect. My two arms are connected now as one and secured by a crotch rope and various loops around my body exactly in the middle of my back. It’s a strange sensation as the Brownies “peel” my clothes away. When I watched on the videos, I wondered if it was a camera trick or CGI. Somehow, completely defying natural laws of matter, the Brownies are able to effortlessly remove my clothes which somehow slip between my skin and the tight ropes binding me. My belts and my buckles and zippers are all ignored yet they offer no resistance. My clothes are removed as though they were intangible in the Brownies’ hands. Naked, kneeling and bound tightly, I wait defiantly for the shenanigans to begin. All of the other victims were subjected to increasingly intense and humiliating torments. Nipple claps. Staples and tacks used as weapons. Breath play. In truth, the entire Brownie abduction has me on edge in a good and excited way. I give a token struggle against my bondage so I can enjoy how its grip possesses me and controls me. As I do, a warmth is spreading across my body, starting from down below.
Only, the Brownie taunting and teasing never materializes. Instead, two Brownies apply one thick strip of the stickiest tape I’ve ever experienced across my lips. Then another Brownie buckles a black leather collar around my neck. THAT is completely new! I look down at the shiny silver ring on the front of the collar. Attached to that is a long leather leash. One of the Brownies holds the end of it. My eyes are down on the ground, as though I am before my Master. All struggle has left me. I’m in submission, not that I had a choice in the matter. I hold this position and wait, not understanding why, but knowing this is my place.
Surprisingly, I hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Human footsteps…
TO BE CONCLUDED!!!