Peters went to the cart. He could see Ann's eyes widen as he wheeled it towards her, but she didn't move. He took several small plastic disks from the top shelf.

"Ann, these are for gathering biometrical data. The equipment is a bit like a polygraph, but it measures a different set of physical responses. Some of them go in rather intimate areas."

She wasn't sure if she was being asked a question or not, but since Peters waited as if expecting a reply so she said, "OK." It came out so softly that she wasn't sure he would hear it, but he immediately started to position the sensors so he must have.

"Please hold your arms out to the side and hold still."

Each plastic sensor disk was a little over an inch across and about a quarter inch thick with a sticky resin pad to hold it in place. Four small evenly-spaced finger tabs protruded from the sides of the pad for later removal. The first two sensors went on either side of her spine at the base of her neck. He pushed them on firmly. She could tell they would be difficult to remove as he wiggled each one to test adhesion. Two more went near her tail bone, just above her hips, again on each side of the spine. Peters positioned another two on her head, near each temple. Next, he went to her chest, two above and two below each breast.  He picked up the last pair and reached down low.

"Ann, please spread your legs a bit."

Peters leaned in close. Ann could feel his warm breath on her breast, making her skin tingle, specifically across her nipple. His lust hung in the air as he pressed the pads firmly onto her skin, first the left and then the right, on either side of her slit, framing her clit in the middle. When his hand was down there out of sight, she felt him rub her for a moment. It was very deliberate. She almost came on the spot--she was more than ready for stimulation before he touched her--but he stopped abruptly. What is he telling me?

Peters returned to his computer. After a few moments, he said, "All wireless connections established. Bio-neural harmonic sensor web established. I'm getting readings. First Serjeant Hale, please proceed."

Timor nodded towards her. It felt like he was returning a salute.

Ann already felt Hale behind her. It was no surprise when he seized her wrists and secured her hands, palms facing, with plastic zip cuffs. However, the speed and efficiency with which he restrained her was shocking. She didn't try to resist--uncertain if she ever had even a slight chance anyways. She immediately wished she had tried when he started to pull her elbows together to secure them, touching, with another zip binder. The extent of her helplessness took on real meaning then. She was very flexible and practiced yoga regularly so the position wasn't terribly hard for her, but just the thought that her arms were no longer hers to use drove her wild.

Somehow, talking seemed wrong, and pointless, so she fought the urge to say anything. What could she really say anyways? "Take it easy?" They wouldn't listen and it would just appear to make her look weak...or pathetic.

The three men just left her struggle for a few minutes. Of course she had to test the restraints. She didn't think she had much of a chance, but once she tried, it was like scratching an itch; she just couldn't stop.

The zip ties held tight. Even with her slim 5 inch wrists and smallish hands, she couldn't slip loose. For some irrational reason, she always thought that she could escape plastic cuffs. They never impressed her--just plastic, right? Now she knew better; they are worse than metal cuffs, worse than ropes. There was no flexibility from a chain and no key. No stretch, no potential loose knot. She didn't think she would be able to free herself even with a pair of scissors.

Peters monitored the sensor readings. Her heart rate and breathing increased slightly, but not much. He would have expected as much due to her fitness level. Some indicators related to frustration were rising. Right alongside, her arousal levels were rising. They were already nearing the lower end of the "probable orgasm" range indicated by his software. Some women would come at this level of sexuo-neural activity. She was clearly having an additional sexual response to the bondage. The other readings were quite a jumble but humiliation and nudity were involved in 4 or 5 different evaluation profiles. He planned to run the data through the analysis software later. Maybe a more definitive pattern would emerge.

Timor nodded to Sergeant Hale again. Without hesitation, Hale removed the wooden chair and pulled the cart around behind Ann. She looked straight ahead trying not to anticipate, afraid that she might panic if she thought about what they might do.

Hale reached around her from behind and abruptly pulled her body back against his with one arm. The force of impact against his hard body stunned her momentarily. Apparently that was the plan. Almost immediately, before she recovered, Hale's other hand headed towards her mouth. She felt the rubber ball of a gag pushing hard against her teeth. Her natural reaction was to resist and not open her mouth. Big mistake. Hale released the grip of his left arm around her midsection long enough to give her a harsh slap across her right breast. She knew he was holding back, but the sharp pain of the blow still took her breath away. She didn't want to feel that again. Fuck no. Her jaw dropped instantly. He mercilessly seated the ball in deep behind her teeth then buckled the straps painfully tight, under her chin and behind her head.

Peters saw the spike in readings from the slap, but the pain also caused a corresponding effect on her sexual arousal. Clearly one of Ann's latent tendencies was sexual arousal from pain. She was a masochist on some level whether she knew it or not. Excellent. Such responses could only help her effectiveness in the field on this mission. Hale was doing well so far. The plan was for everything to be harsh and brutal, shock and awe. Take control of her rapidly then put her through a series of tests while her head was still spinning.

Ann was grateful the gag had a breathing hole in it, but her jaw was already protesting. For the first time, she was starting to question whether or not she wanted to do this mission, rather, whether or not she could do it. Hale's skill overwhelmed her. She might be completely out of her league in the field.

Hale left her struggle to free herself pointlessly for a minute. He thought about spanking her or otherwise teaching her a painful lesson for not co-operating with the gag, but decided that just holding her should be enough. He pushed his crotch against her side so that she could feel his erection. He wanted her to know he was aroused, give her something to think about. Instantly, her struggles resumed, maybe a little more energetically than before. Her imagination must have came up with some ideas.

Hale decided to use the armbinder next, the blindfold could come later when she didn't need her balance. He stood her up on her own. With those high heels, she wasn't going to be getting away easily anyways. He had personally picked this armbinder. They sell it through Mercenary of Fortune magazine and similar channels where Stryker and his crew might find it. Everyone had their fantasies. Being ready to play "captured female agent" could easily be one of theirs.

The binder would make any backwoods redneck dominant proud. It was a monoglove design and made of heavy nylon, camo pattern, with just the right amount of stretch. Her arms would be constricted, rigid and tight, but it was not so tight that it would cut off any circulation. It was complete overkill for restraining a woman like her, but that was the point. He wanted her to feel completely and utterly helpless--no chance to free herself whatsoever, demoralized.

He started with her hands. The binder had a small pocket for them. Once the zipper was pulled, her wrists would be forced together and her hands would effectively be balled up uselessly inside. He didn't want to leave the plastic zip tie on underneath. One of the reasons for the armbinder was so that she couldn't hurt herself while struggling. By the look of her wrists, her struggles were already doing some damage. Plastic cuffs could be treacherous. He had one of the special removal cutters in his pocket. Lining the tool up, he squeezed it with a click as he yanked the plastic off, then immediately pulled the zipper up a few inches. She tried to pull her hands away as soon as she felt the plastic loosen, but she was too slow; the elbow straps probably didn't help matters either. He liked that she still had spirit and hadn't given up trying to get free. He loved spunk.

Next, Hale continued to zip the armbinder up. The heavy zipper made a clear and definitive noise as final as the click of handcuffs or the snick of a door lock. He could see her tensing up as she heard it. No matter. It was already too late for her. He removed the elbow tie and tossed the plastic aside.

Ann was fuming mad. She would have fought like hell to stay out of the armbinder, but they had robbed her of the chance. Using the zip cuffs first was clever, the way Hale neatly exchanged the zip ties for the binder made her feel cheated and humiliated, like she never even put up a struggle. Is this what it would be like in the field? Will they simply take her and do what they want? For the first time in her life, she truly felt like she was nothing but a toy. Her self-image took a punch to the chin. Had they been right to keep her in an office all these years? An anguished cry of frustration rose unbidden from deep within her. Even with the gag, it sounded like the death cry of a wounded animal. Southworthy looked up, but Peters and Timor didn't seem to notice. Hale was the one that pissed her off. Laughing bastard.

Hale loved the way he could zip the armbinder all the way to the top. She was so flexible. Her struggles were slowing now.  Maybe the binder just didn't leave any more play than that. He fastened the shoulder straps next. They had oversized plastic backpack buckles. Each strap started at the T-shaped single strap that ran up her spine and split around her neck like some athletic bras. The second half of the straps attached to the binder under her armpits and came up to meet on the shoulder. He let each one click, nice and loud, for effect, and then cinched them down snugly.

As he pulled, the tightness forced her shoulders back and her chest out delightfully. He made sure to let her know that he had noticed by fondling each of her breasts. She started to breathe a little harder before her anger and frustration caused another round of struggling. Hale saw through it though. Her anger was not all that sincere. She was just outraged at the indignity. It's one thing to be bound when and how you want it and quite another when it is on someone else's terms. This bitch is kinky. The sneaks might have doubts about her suitability for the mission, but he didn't.

Each shoulder strap connected to the other via a remaining strap that ran across her upper chest. Once fastened she would not be able to slip the shoulder straps off. The last chance for escape, even for a contortionist, would be gone. After the final click, he pulled the chest strap tight.

At the planning meeting, Timor's instructions had been to play the part so he moved around behind her and whispered in her ear, "I own you now bitch. You're mine."  As he did so, he reached around her upper body with his left arm pinning her once again to his chest as he cupped her right breast. He fondled it roughly and appreciatively. At the same time, his other hand wrapped around her from the right, over her hip, as he explored further down between her legs. She was wet and swollen with arousal. He could hear some garbled cries from the gag, but it didn't sound like she was trying to form words.

"So, our little records clerk is really a slut. Would you like me to fuck you now slut?"

Ann didn't know how to react, but she didn't panic. Did they want her to give in easily and play along? She was completely turned on, but rationally, she didn't want this asshole fucking her in front of these men. She also realized that the sensors on her were recording her reactions. She decided to go with her instinct and how she really felt.

Hale saw Ann hesitate then react violently to his comment. She was shaking her head "no" while trying to tell him to fuck off through the gag. She tried to pull away, but he had a good grip on her. He tightened his grip on her breast to a sharp squeeze in order to get her attention, but she seemed to be mindless with panic and it didn't help. A little late for her to fight in earnest now. The gag seemed to be the focus of her attention. He didn't think she had been gagged before given the way she was struggling with it. Soon she would learn that she couldn't push it out or stop drooling on herself.

She just wasn't calming down. Too bad, he would have bet she'd make it the rest of the way through the tests. She just kept struggling and lost both her shoes in the process. He held her tighter so that she couldn't fall down.

With her thrashing around, putting on the blindfold was a bit difficult until he thought to grab her under the chin and hold her head. Hale was amazed how much more timid she got once she couldn't see. Finally, the panic seemed to be over. She was almost swooning, momentarily spent. Stryker and his men were going to have quite a lot of fun with this one was all he could think.

Peters came over to put her high heels back on (the change in equilibrium could affect his readings). She started to struggle when he first grabbed her foot. Hale took care of it and spoke in her ear again, "Don't make me hurt you." That was all it took. He could tell that she was starting to find the pressure on her breast painful. He eased up a little. Hopefully he didn't bruise her too badly. He still continued to hold her with both arms, across her body and hips, keeping firm pressure on her breast as he cupped her mound firmly with his right hand. He loved the smooth hairless softness of her most-private flesh.

After her shoes were back on, Peters used some bright neon pink self-clinging bandage, Vet wrap, to fasten them on. The stuff was almost as useful as duct tape, but even better for purposes such as this since it wouldn't stick to her skin or shoes. She wouldn't be kicking them off now. Peters stopped at the cart to select, then lay out, some nipple clamps and weights before giving Hale a nod to continue before returning to his computer.

Hale decided to push her a bit more to see what happened. After all, the whole point was to make sure her breaking point wasn't a problem, a sort of boot camp. Timor, Peters and Southworthy seemed to be happy with how he was handling it so he was just going to let loose even more.

"You know, I think I will fuck you. I'm sure you've never had a cock as huge as mine, and I like a tight little cunt."

Hale almost laughed at the instant response from Ann. She had almost no balance and no idea where to go with the blindfold and heels, but she was desperate to go somewhere. She tried for a moment to break away from his hold. A quick solid slap to her mound shocked the hell out of her and set off a round of gasping breaths. She was really at a loss now, yet he could tell she was still thinking, trying to find a way out. She was far from broken.

Hale would have to consider this his best assignment ever. He could only imagine what secret fantasies were coming to life in her head. He leaned towards her ear again, making sure that she felt his breath as he spoke. "Kneel bitch."

No response.

Ann was in overload. The pain in her mound was still throbbing. She couldn't believe Hale had hit her there of all places. She wanted to take a deep breath to calm herself, but the gag wasn't making that easy. The drool was so humiliating. When she envisioned being bound and gagged, somehow it never included drool or her breath whistling through a small hole. The compound predicament caused by the blindness, her bound arms and keeping her balance was causing her mind to race, but her attention kept coming back to the damn drool. She could feel it running down between her breasts towards Serjeant Hale's arm. Damn the man is strong. She had never struggled against a man like him and had no idea such men were so powerful. He was on a whole different scale than her past boyfriends. How might such a man fuck? It seemed she would be finding out shortly and it scared the hell out of her.

The arm binder was quite different than she imagined, even though she had always wanted to know what it was like to be in one. Now her bondage fantasies were finally meeting some reality--harsh, real, inescapable, strapped on, tight as hell, reality. Aside from a little playing with rope and handcuffs, her experience was limited to the internet. Previously limited, that is. Strangely, the binder was comfortable, but at the same time she couldn't stand it. Every move was either impossible or met with complete resistance. Every bend of her arms was only temporary. She could only fight the stretchy material for a short time before her arms gave out and she was forced back into position with her arms down the middle of her back. Her shoulders were starting to feeling a little tight as well. She had to get out of this thing before it started to really hurt.

Ann didn't know how much more she could take. She hated it and loved it at the same time. Her body didn't care what she thought. It was craving stimulation, hormones shouting. She never knew being this horny without coming was even possible. Under different circumstances, she would love it, a fantasy come true, maybe, but not here, not now. She just couldn't get her head around it. This was not her, not who she was, not what she wanted to do--her fantasies were being...abused--used against her.

They had to be doing this on purpose. Pushing her buttons. She tried to tell herself that It was all really about the mission. Yes, the mission. A means to an end. They wanted her to be their tool. Bedroom interrogator? Sexual distraction? Diversion? Fuck bait? She would find out when they were ready. They were making sure she could handle it, that she was not another Sharon Bartholomew. The difficulty of the testing already told her that the mission was not going to be easy. Going through this for some great purpose, a code 1, did make it different. How many lives will be saved by my sacrifices? Will the real mission be worse? She could do it for that, probably. She started to relax. Yes, she could do this. Her thoughts turned back to the moment. What did Hale say?

Hale could tell she was still struggling, but this time in her mind. Women. They have to figure everything out first. Half of fucking them was fucking with their head first. He could almost smell the emotional soup being stirred. With some women, the bondage actually freed them. They could let the mental shit go and accept that they weren't in control. Not this one. She was still thinking about it. Time to give her something else to think about. He didn't know if she was ignoring him or not, but she wasn't trying to kneel.

Ann heard some kind of jingling as Hale's hand came off her pussy. His hand left hand started to squeeze her nipple. Shit! She hadn't done what he said, whatever it was. Oh fuck, this can't be good. It wasn't. She felt the nipple clamp squeeze down sharply at the base of her nipple. Holy shit does that hurt!

Hale really didn't know how tight to make the nipple clamp, this was the first woman to make it this far in the test, but it must hurt the way she's fighting. It didn't seem like it would stay on if he loosened it any. In fact, he thought he should tighten it down some more. He figured that if nothing turns purple then it wasn't doing any real harm so he loosened the little screw some to let the spring squeeze harder. He gave it a tug and it seemed like it was on firmly now. She was practically screaming through the gag. Hale did have some medic training. He reasoned that the pain would work like getting poked with a needle: it would hurt a lot at first, then the pain would subside. He gave her a minute before clamping the other nipple and letting the weight of the small chain fall under her cleavage.

He stepped back just a little to leave her balance on her own, but kept close by in case she started to fall. It worked. Between the disorientation, balancing and the pain of the clamps, she stood still, if a bit wobbly. She had given up trying to scream so the clamps were probably hurting a little less now. Again, her mind was still working though. He watched her try to shake the clamps loose only to stop quickly. Yeah, he didn't think that was a good idea. She fought the arm binder next, trying to reach around. Mostly because she didn't have any other options, he presumed. Reactions are like that sometimes. You just do what you can whether it makes sense or not. Now he could tell she was more frustrated than in pain, so he continued.

"You seem to have a listening problem. I told you to kneel, bitch."

Hale knew that she would find it almost impossible to kneel without falling over under these circumstances. Even without the blindfold or heels, it would be a bit tricky just because of the armbinder. The question was whether she even tried. She did. She tried bending on one leg, testing whether she could do it, but realized it wasn't going to work. She was trying to speak again, probably trying to say she couldn't do it. Maybe. Could be cursing, begging or something--mostly likely a bit of everything.

Hale grabbed her at the hips from the front. "Bend your legs. I'll help you. Maybe I'll take the clamps off if you cooperate." There. How much nicer could he be? Was she ready to listen now? She wasn't really trying to bend. Still thinking all the time, hesitating. He took his hands off her and heard another round of garbled gag-speak. It was starting to sound a little more like words. She was figuring out how to talk with a ball gag. A few of the earlier women could talk all too well with the smaller-sized balls they were using at first. He chose to ignore it anyway.

When he clipped the first weight on her left nipple, she seemed to be saying something like "not fair."  Maybe she was right, but this wasn't about fairness. It was about limitations. She was moving up and down pointlessly now. Again, reactions for reaction's sake for those times where you just had to do something, even something pointless. As he leaned in to clip on the other weight, he again spoke close to her ear so that she could feel his breath on her neck, "Next time when I tell you to do something, do it instantly or you'll regret it more than you might believe."

He stepped back a little and grabbed her hips again then yelled at her, "Fucking kneel! NOW!"

She bent her legs immediately, almost jumping into his grasp as her feet came off the floor. Falling had become the least of worries. Suddenly, it was more important to obey. She was momentarily terrified at what he might do if she defied him. The way he yelled sent shivers up her spine. Hale held her. She didn't know that he would, but it only seemed natural now.

Hale slowly lowered her to the floor, gently even, and guided her legs under her. He knew compliance had implications. He had scared her. She only obeyed because of the implied threat he had made. Good. That kind of fear might just save her life during the mission.

Hale didn't give her time to think. Instead, he grabbed two wide leather straps from under the cart and immediately started to secure her bent legs. She didn't resist in the slightest, surprise or compliance? Ankles to thighs, he used the 2" wide straps to frog tie her in the kneeling position. Yes, this had to be the best assignment ever except that it was all covert and he wouldn't be able to tell anyone about it. OK, time to work her up a little bit more. He didn't see any discoloration on her nipples.

"I think you need those clamps for a while yet. Good nipple training. Besides, I like the way they look."

Ann started struggling again. Bastard! The clamps throbbed. Small movements sent the weights swinging. She took a chance and tried a more drastic swing, maybe the weight would pull off the clamp. Fuck, ow, ow, ow. It didn't.

She was essentially strapped into a very familiar virasana yoga pose. She could kneel this way for hours if she had to. What she wasn't used to was how the arm binder affected her posture and forced her to lean forward some. She also never tried hobbling around on the floor in such a position before. Exploring, she found she could move around on the carpet some using a sort of rocking walk. If she was careful, the nipple weights didn't swing too much.

Peters followed the readings on his monitor. The graphs were quite revealing. He motioned for Timor and Southworthy to join him. She couldn't see anyways.

He whispered, "The pink line here. That's her sexual arousal level, or rather a collected average of nervous activity associated with sexual response. The black line indicates pain. Notice how pain increases her arousal? Only to a certain level, but still, she is definitely a pain slut, a masochist."

Southworthy whispered back, "Obvious just from watching her. I could tell without all of this techocrap. She's also submissive, but only suspects it. Bondage turns her on big time and she has some exhibitionist tendencies."

Peters looked a little dismayed. "Yes, that's essentially what the readings...confirm."

Timor asked, "I'm concerned about the hesitation."

Peters pulled up some more graphs, "Let me isolate the blue and purple lines. The purple line is frustration. She's unusually frustrated. The levels are far more elevated than they should be even if she thinks she can still escape. The blue line primarily indicates neural activity associated with conscious thought. Despite all of what's happening, she's still thinking and analyzing. Let your guard down on this one for a minute and she's going to take advantage."

Southworthy was clearly concerned but managed to keep his voice down, "We don't want her to fucking escape."

Timor overrode his concerns. "Not completely, but they will expect her to attempt it. If she doesn't try, that would be suspicious as well. My bet is on them. They'll find some way to keep her from escaping. I think we have a good profile here. We just need to see some sexual responses now."

Finally, thought Peters. He motioned for Hale to come over to them.  Hale walked quietly over leaving Ann to continue testing her bonds on the carpet.  "I suspect Sergeant Hale already has a few ideas."