"Thanks. Can you bring some Moet on ice too. And you should have a package for me ? "
"Of course Sir, this arrived for you last week." The pretty blonde receptionist handed Biggs a large padded envelope. He grunted and headed to take the elevator to the penthouse with Stella and Cindy in tow. Half a dozen of his heavies got keys to their more modest accommodation and followed on too.
Cindy wriggled out of her jeans and top and padded off in her underwear to find a robe. Stella nodded at the envelope Biggs had dumped on the couch. "Aren't you going to open it"
"Its not going anywhere is it".
"No but it would be good to see if the diamonds are still ok. Anyway, how are we gonna get them back. Since when did you become some sort of wizard?"
"You keep asking and I keep telling. I have no idea. It was a hunch. She clearly wasn't harmed in the other stuff we saw, so either its something about the girl, or the kit. Worse case we had a squished dancer girl or whatever she is and a dead agent. I don't suppose anybody cares about the bimbo and you can't have too many dead agents".
...
Biggs turned on the lights and walked into the dimly lit room.
"What the hell is this place ? " Cindy asked looking around.
"Cousin Amil owns this place but its only open night times, so he said we could hole up here while we try and shift the merchandise. We don't want too many people coming and going at the hotel. "
"What sort of night club is it exactly ? " Stella asked wrinkling her nose in disgust. " Looks more like a dungeon".
"That's exactly the sort of night club it is. Amil pays off the local cops, we won't be disturbed here, its not the sort of place anyone comes for a quick drink."
"Oh I dunno, some of this stuff could be fun. " Cindy was looking round the room at the array of equipment.
"Trust you. Well he can use it on you and not me then. " Stella handed the envelope to Biggs. "OK Mr fucking Magic Man how are you planning to get our diamonds back out of the pancake girl here ? "
"Our diamonds ? Our ? I have a feeling it will be pretty easy."
Biggs ripped open the padded envelope and tipped out the disc within it. It looked unharmed, the shocked features of the pretty brunette with a diamond stuck in her mouth on one side, her feet and butt on the other. Biggs turned it over in his hands a few times, stroking it thoughtfully. It felt warm and ever so slightly soft. After a few moments thought he set the disc down on a low bench.
"Slick get me some stuff to restrain this bitch. She may not be too happy once we get her back to normal and we need to get the diamonds off her. "
Biggs took a cloth from the bar and covered the disc with it, then counted to three.
....
"Boss boss we got em. Interpol got a face recognition match from a camera in Baku."
"Fuck, where the hell is Bakoo?"
"Azerbaijan Boss"
"Oh just great. Get on the phone and get us a jet. Call Matt and tell him we have a hit. And collect Sheena. "
...
Quinn screamed. She had heard every word of course and was sort of bracing herself to be restored. She had lost all sense of time while she had been compressed, but had decided she hated it as much as she had always imagined she would. The claustrophobia, the utter helplessness and sensory deprivation were bad enough. The constant erotic stimulation from and sort of contact was maddening though. She guessed she had spend many days shunted across the globe as a parcel and she was pretty much a wreck mentally.
As Biggs whisked the cloth away Quinn popped back into her normal shape and cried out loud as the pent up sensations of her confinement merged with the rush of being restored. She writhed on the bench gasping for air.
"Is she dying?"
"Oh just great. Get on the phone and get us a jet. Call Matt and tell him we have a hit. And collect Sheena. "
...
Quinn screamed. She had heard every word of course and was sort of bracing herself to be restored. She had lost all sense of time while she had been compressed, but had decided she hated it as much as she had always imagined she would. The claustrophobia, the utter helplessness and sensory deprivation were bad enough. The constant erotic stimulation from and sort of contact was maddening though. She guessed she had spend many days shunted across the globe as a parcel and she was pretty much a wreck mentally.
As Biggs whisked the cloth away Quinn popped back into her normal shape and cried out loud as the pent up sensations of her confinement merged with the rush of being restored. She writhed on the bench gasping for air.
"Is she dying?"
"Don't care. Get her over to that thing... lets get our stuff".
Quinn tried to spit the diamond out to protest but it was wedged too tight. She choked back her complaints and let herself be dragged across the room. She was still feeling shaky and was naked and alone thousands of miles from home. She had no idea how she might escape however much she struggled. Biggs' henchmen still had guns.
Two of the goons half pushed and half lifted Quinn onto a wooden x shaped cross, setting her feet on small steps at the bottom then securing her at the ankles with leather straps. She moaned and shook her head no but didn't resist too much as the lifted her arms and secured them to the top parts of the cross. It wasn't the time. She just hoped there would be a time.
She looked around the room trying to take everything in. It looked like dungeon from a bad porno. As well as stages for dancing there were ropes chains cages and more. She assumed it was the theme of the place. She really wished she was some place else.
Biggs got a spoon from the bar and used it to lever the diamond from Quinn's mouth. She wailed as he crushed her tongue but he carried on pushing until the diamond plopped free. He caught it wiped it on his pants and walked off.
"What the ... hey... what are you doing to me? Where's the agent ? People will be looking for us, the FBI won't let this go, you will be .."
Cindy pinched Quinn's nose and rammed a large red ball gag in place, buckling it very tight.
"Thats better..."
"MMpph"
"OK we got the orchid out. Lets get the others."
Quinn watched Biggs set the huge pink diamond into a velvet bag with what came close to reverence. Her mind was racing. How would she get out of here. What would they do with her if they didn't need her anymore. Was Sheena OK? She couldn't think straight and she was in absolutely no position to do anything about it anyway. So her plan was to go with the flow and hope that things worked out somehow. If you could call that a plan.
Biggs returned with some pliers. He grabbed Quinn's left nipple ring and pulled hard. Ignoring her screaming into the gag Biggs gripped the nipple ring in the cutters and strained to open them. Quinn sobbed as he tugged harder and harder.
"Guess magic girl isn't totally bullet proof after all. Get on with it Biggs, she's driving me mad with that screaming." Stella complained.
Biggs was going red in the face with the exertion. He swore and stopped walking away for a second. Quinn whimperd gasping for breath in the respite.
"Ah, got it"
Biggs walked back and tried again. This time he concentrated on the mount for the diamond rather than the nipple ring itself. This time he cut through the soft gold relatively easily and pulled the diamond away, leaving the ring in place in Quinn's throbbing nipple.
"Interesting..?"
Quinn tried to spit the diamond out to protest but it was wedged too tight. She choked back her complaints and let herself be dragged across the room. She was still feeling shaky and was naked and alone thousands of miles from home. She had no idea how she might escape however much she struggled. Biggs' henchmen still had guns.
Two of the goons half pushed and half lifted Quinn onto a wooden x shaped cross, setting her feet on small steps at the bottom then securing her at the ankles with leather straps. She moaned and shook her head no but didn't resist too much as the lifted her arms and secured them to the top parts of the cross. It wasn't the time. She just hoped there would be a time.
She looked around the room trying to take everything in. It looked like dungeon from a bad porno. As well as stages for dancing there were ropes chains cages and more. She assumed it was the theme of the place. She really wished she was some place else.
Biggs got a spoon from the bar and used it to lever the diamond from Quinn's mouth. She wailed as he crushed her tongue but he carried on pushing until the diamond plopped free. He caught it wiped it on his pants and walked off.
"What the ... hey... what are you doing to me? Where's the agent ? People will be looking for us, the FBI won't let this go, you will be .."
Cindy pinched Quinn's nose and rammed a large red ball gag in place, buckling it very tight.
"Thats better..."
"MMpph"
"OK we got the orchid out. Lets get the others."
Quinn watched Biggs set the huge pink diamond into a velvet bag with what came close to reverence. Her mind was racing. How would she get out of here. What would they do with her if they didn't need her anymore. Was Sheena OK? She couldn't think straight and she was in absolutely no position to do anything about it anyway. So her plan was to go with the flow and hope that things worked out somehow. If you could call that a plan.
Biggs returned with some pliers. He grabbed Quinn's left nipple ring and pulled hard. Ignoring her screaming into the gag Biggs gripped the nipple ring in the cutters and strained to open them. Quinn sobbed as he tugged harder and harder.
"Guess magic girl isn't totally bullet proof after all. Get on with it Biggs, she's driving me mad with that screaming." Stella complained.
Biggs was going red in the face with the exertion. He swore and stopped walking away for a second. Quinn whimperd gasping for breath in the respite.
"Ah, got it"
Biggs walked back and tried again. This time he concentrated on the mount for the diamond rather than the nipple ring itself. This time he cut through the soft gold relatively easily and pulled the diamond away, leaving the ring in place in Quinn's throbbing nipple.
"Interesting..?"
"Her nipples ? "
"No, the gold we gave them to set the diamond in was easy enough to cut, but the rings the magic dude rustled up you can't touch."
"No, the gold we gave them to set the diamond in was easy enough to cut, but the rings the magic dude rustled up you can't touch."
"Magic gold, fascinating".
Quinn hung helplessly on the cross as Biggs attacked the other nipple then the ring between her legs, retrieving all three diamonds .
"So what are we gonna do with the girl now? And the, that?" Stella nodded at the holdall that still contained half the vertically divided FBI agent. "
"Well they are still our leverage, we need to hold on to them till we can get this stuff sold then we will have enough cash to get out of here with a new ID".
We can hardly walk around town with a tied up bimbo and half an FBI bitch".
"You think ? Just don't hassle me I will think of something."
"MMpphhfk Mpph"
"Shut it" Biggs picked up a whip from a rack and rapped it hard across Quinn's breasts. She cried out then gasped around the gag. She was definitely not in a show now.
...
Maisie barked at a couple of officers who were unpacking computers and telephones to set up the temporary office in the hotel suite. She was tired and grumpy after the flight.
"Be careful.." Maisie pushed a flustered male agent out of the way and took Sheena's head and hand as they lifted her from a black crate and set her down on her cut side on a coffee table in the centre of the room. Maisie reached into the box to retrieve a blanket to cover the stricken agent then squeezed her hand. "We will get you back to normal, promise."
...
"Amil says we can keep the girls here"
Quinn's ears pricked up. She had been sort of drifting still hanging on the cross. She had got over being annoyed about being checked out and touched up by all and sundry and was almost dozing but now she was definitely interested.
"How can we just leave them here ? Won't it be opening soon ? "
"Indeed, hide em in plain sight, given the , er , look of this place.."
Quinn's heart sunk as she watched Biggs walk around the dark and grimy room looking for something.
...
"Tell me again how come that low life could do this to Sheena? "
Quinn hung helplessly on the cross as Biggs attacked the other nipple then the ring between her legs, retrieving all three diamonds .
"So what are we gonna do with the girl now? And the, that?" Stella nodded at the holdall that still contained half the vertically divided FBI agent. "
"Well they are still our leverage, we need to hold on to them till we can get this stuff sold then we will have enough cash to get out of here with a new ID".
We can hardly walk around town with a tied up bimbo and half an FBI bitch".
"You think ? Just don't hassle me I will think of something."
"MMpphhfk Mpph"
"Shut it" Biggs picked up a whip from a rack and rapped it hard across Quinn's breasts. She cried out then gasped around the gag. She was definitely not in a show now.
...
Maisie barked at a couple of officers who were unpacking computers and telephones to set up the temporary office in the hotel suite. She was tired and grumpy after the flight.
"Be careful.." Maisie pushed a flustered male agent out of the way and took Sheena's head and hand as they lifted her from a black crate and set her down on her cut side on a coffee table in the centre of the room. Maisie reached into the box to retrieve a blanket to cover the stricken agent then squeezed her hand. "We will get you back to normal, promise."
...
"Amil says we can keep the girls here"
Quinn's ears pricked up. She had been sort of drifting still hanging on the cross. She had got over being annoyed about being checked out and touched up by all and sundry and was almost dozing but now she was definitely interested.
"How can we just leave them here ? Won't it be opening soon ? "
"Indeed, hide em in plain sight, given the , er , look of this place.."
Quinn's heart sunk as she watched Biggs walk around the dark and grimy room looking for something.
...
"Tell me again how come that low life could do this to Sheena? "
Matt looked uncomfortable.
" Like I said, I was trying to help. Usually the magic... " Matt ignored Maisie's exasperated sigh ".. the magic needs me. It flows from me. But I was worried about Quinn and Sheena so I made them magical items in their own right. But it has sort of back fired."
"You can say that again."
"If they had been shot or stabbed I could have undone that, that was the idea. I never imagined they would be subject to fresh tricks, its not exactly a likely turn of events. I guess they thought they had found a macabre way of making a bit of a statement of offing poor Sheena and discovered by mistake the magic worked ".
Maisie sighed again.
" I wish we could get her to communicate.."
" Like I said, I was trying to help. Usually the magic... " Matt ignored Maisie's exasperated sigh ".. the magic needs me. It flows from me. But I was worried about Quinn and Sheena so I made them magical items in their own right. But it has sort of back fired."
"You can say that again."
"If they had been shot or stabbed I could have undone that, that was the idea. I never imagined they would be subject to fresh tricks, its not exactly a likely turn of events. I guess they thought they had found a macabre way of making a bit of a statement of offing poor Sheena and discovered by mistake the magic worked ".
Maisie sighed again.
" I wish we could get her to communicate.."
" I think she's just in too much shock, being in two totally different places is overloading her consciousness. We will catch them".
"Well they certainly have the jump on us for now. They have the rocks. They have Quinn, they have Sheena, sort of . And we have diddly".
...
"OK I think I got it, bring her over here" Biggs waved at Sheena, well her left half at least Quinn corrected herself. She was watching intently.
Two of the bad guys carried their half of poor Sheena over to a pillar by the bar. Biggs had them hold her up against the pillar then with a hammer he had found behind the bar banged a long metal spike through the terrified agents hip. They continued to brace her while a second spike was knocked through the side of her head, holding her in place mounted on the wall. Two more of the spiteful nails through her ankle and wrist completed Sheena's torment. Quinn had to look away as Biggs played with the solitary breast squeezing it against the wall with a chuckle. She knew she was next.
"Amil what's this? "
"Ah, its something we had made up to try and get some more business but I could never get any of my girls to agree to do it.."
"Well we seem to have a very willing volunteer.. lets set it up .. " Biggs began to unbuckle the straps holding Quinn. Quinn took one look at the jumble of leather and metal Biggs was shaking at her and shook her head no.
"This isn't a discussion, get over there and in to that get up, NOW"
Again Quinn pulled back and shook her head, moaning into the gag. Biggs sighed and walked over to Sheena, mounted on the wall. He grabbed her nipple and pulled and twisted. The divided agent shook and squirmed as best she could and Quinn knew she was beaten.
The first item she was handed was some sort of harness. It fitted her like a bra but rather than covering her breasts a triangle of the black leather straps merely framed them. Biggs locked it in place at the back with a padlock. Next she wriggled into another collection of straps. One fitted tightly around her waist. Two straps hung from the front at the edge of her thighs. She had to pass them through her legs so they framed her pussy. She shuddered as she realised how they drew attention to her clit ring. They met at the back and Biggs secured them into place with another padlock. Quinn turned around as requested and allowed her hands to be cuffed behind her. While she struggled to get some black thigh high boots on, their high heels forcing her to sit and pull them in place, Biggs swapped her ball gag for a more elaborate one. This was part of a full head harness that fitted under her chin and either side of her nose before going over and around the back of her head. If anything the ball was even bigger. Biggs topped the head dress with a huge white feather which made Quinn feel even more ridiculous. Finally Biggs cuffed Quinns arms behind her back. One pair around her wrists another around her biceps, forcing her arms together and pushing her bare chest forward.
"Great so you have the hots for her and you got her in some kinky shit, how's this helping ? "
"Have you never heard of hiding in plain sight Stella ? "
"Well I think it looks hot, I would have worn it for you Biggsy " Cindy purred. Stella just growled at her.
"Shut up the pair of you, Amil, what's that ? " Biggs pointed at an elaborate old trolley with large spindly wheels at the front and much smaller ones at the back. Quinn thought it looked kinda vintage.
"We used to use it to sell cigarettes from... when we could"
"OK I have an idea."
Biggs had the girls fetch the trolley. He found a length of wire in a closet.
"Cindy gimme your hand doll."
The blonde held her hand out reluctantly. Biggs looped the wire round Cindy's wrist and then pulled it as tight as he could with a jerk. Cindy screamed and tried to pull away. When Biggs released the loop of wire Cindy was brandishing an angry red welt around her wrist.
"Interesting. "
Apparently undeterred Biggs wrapped the wire tightly around Quinn's waist. Quinn braced herself as best she could, she was struggling to balance on the ridiculous heels. She took a deep breath as she felt the wire bite into her soft flesh. However she didn't scream like Cindy had. As the wire tightened she winced as it has cut cruelly into her skin. But then the pressure went and she felt a surge of something much more pleasurable even as she felt the wire slice through her. Biggs pulled the wire away with a flourish, looking very pleased with himself.
"What did you just do ? " Cindy asked still holding her wrist. " Why didn't that work on me ?" Quinn thought she almost sounded jealous.
Biggs" answer was to take Quinn under her shoulders and lift. To the astonishment of all those watching Quinns upper half lifted away from her legs and hips at the waist. With a smug smile Biggs set her down on the trolley, facing to the side over the large almost penny farthing like wheels.
" Oh my fucking god!"
Quinn agreed but was limited to a grunt into her gag. She was terrified of Biggs apparent mastery of the magic and hence her body. Biggs spanked Quinn on her bare ass cheek and guided her lower half to the back of the trolley. Placing one hand on her thigh and the other on her truncated back he bent Quinn at the hips and shoved the cut face of her waist against the trolley. To Quinns horror she felt another tingle and when Biggs retreated she found she couldn't straighten up.
Stella giggled in pleasure and picked up one of the crops laying around. She gave Quinn a sharp stroke to the rear. Instinctively she stepped away and found that as she did she moved the trolley forwards. Or sideways to her point of view.
"There you go Amil... load her up with drinks and get one of your girls to follow her round and dish them out, a serving suggestion that will make you a fortune..."
"Well they certainly have the jump on us for now. They have the rocks. They have Quinn, they have Sheena, sort of . And we have diddly".
...
"OK I think I got it, bring her over here" Biggs waved at Sheena, well her left half at least Quinn corrected herself. She was watching intently.
Two of the bad guys carried their half of poor Sheena over to a pillar by the bar. Biggs had them hold her up against the pillar then with a hammer he had found behind the bar banged a long metal spike through the terrified agents hip. They continued to brace her while a second spike was knocked through the side of her head, holding her in place mounted on the wall. Two more of the spiteful nails through her ankle and wrist completed Sheena's torment. Quinn had to look away as Biggs played with the solitary breast squeezing it against the wall with a chuckle. She knew she was next.
"Amil what's this? "
"Ah, its something we had made up to try and get some more business but I could never get any of my girls to agree to do it.."
"Well we seem to have a very willing volunteer.. lets set it up .. " Biggs began to unbuckle the straps holding Quinn. Quinn took one look at the jumble of leather and metal Biggs was shaking at her and shook her head no.
"This isn't a discussion, get over there and in to that get up, NOW"
Again Quinn pulled back and shook her head, moaning into the gag. Biggs sighed and walked over to Sheena, mounted on the wall. He grabbed her nipple and pulled and twisted. The divided agent shook and squirmed as best she could and Quinn knew she was beaten.
The first item she was handed was some sort of harness. It fitted her like a bra but rather than covering her breasts a triangle of the black leather straps merely framed them. Biggs locked it in place at the back with a padlock. Next she wriggled into another collection of straps. One fitted tightly around her waist. Two straps hung from the front at the edge of her thighs. She had to pass them through her legs so they framed her pussy. She shuddered as she realised how they drew attention to her clit ring. They met at the back and Biggs secured them into place with another padlock. Quinn turned around as requested and allowed her hands to be cuffed behind her. While she struggled to get some black thigh high boots on, their high heels forcing her to sit and pull them in place, Biggs swapped her ball gag for a more elaborate one. This was part of a full head harness that fitted under her chin and either side of her nose before going over and around the back of her head. If anything the ball was even bigger. Biggs topped the head dress with a huge white feather which made Quinn feel even more ridiculous. Finally Biggs cuffed Quinns arms behind her back. One pair around her wrists another around her biceps, forcing her arms together and pushing her bare chest forward.
"Great so you have the hots for her and you got her in some kinky shit, how's this helping ? "
"Have you never heard of hiding in plain sight Stella ? "
"Well I think it looks hot, I would have worn it for you Biggsy " Cindy purred. Stella just growled at her.
"Shut up the pair of you, Amil, what's that ? " Biggs pointed at an elaborate old trolley with large spindly wheels at the front and much smaller ones at the back. Quinn thought it looked kinda vintage.
"We used to use it to sell cigarettes from... when we could"
"OK I have an idea."
Biggs had the girls fetch the trolley. He found a length of wire in a closet.
"Cindy gimme your hand doll."
The blonde held her hand out reluctantly. Biggs looped the wire round Cindy's wrist and then pulled it as tight as he could with a jerk. Cindy screamed and tried to pull away. When Biggs released the loop of wire Cindy was brandishing an angry red welt around her wrist.
"Interesting. "
Apparently undeterred Biggs wrapped the wire tightly around Quinn's waist. Quinn braced herself as best she could, she was struggling to balance on the ridiculous heels. She took a deep breath as she felt the wire bite into her soft flesh. However she didn't scream like Cindy had. As the wire tightened she winced as it has cut cruelly into her skin. But then the pressure went and she felt a surge of something much more pleasurable even as she felt the wire slice through her. Biggs pulled the wire away with a flourish, looking very pleased with himself.
"What did you just do ? " Cindy asked still holding her wrist. " Why didn't that work on me ?" Quinn thought she almost sounded jealous.
Biggs" answer was to take Quinn under her shoulders and lift. To the astonishment of all those watching Quinns upper half lifted away from her legs and hips at the waist. With a smug smile Biggs set her down on the trolley, facing to the side over the large almost penny farthing like wheels.
" Oh my fucking god!"
Quinn agreed but was limited to a grunt into her gag. She was terrified of Biggs apparent mastery of the magic and hence her body. Biggs spanked Quinn on her bare ass cheek and guided her lower half to the back of the trolley. Placing one hand on her thigh and the other on her truncated back he bent Quinn at the hips and shoved the cut face of her waist against the trolley. To Quinns horror she felt another tingle and when Biggs retreated she found she couldn't straighten up.
Stella giggled in pleasure and picked up one of the crops laying around. She gave Quinn a sharp stroke to the rear. Instinctively she stepped away and found that as she did she moved the trolley forwards. Or sideways to her point of view.
"There you go Amil... load her up with drinks and get one of your girls to follow her round and dish them out, a serving suggestion that will make you a fortune..."
"Get me an outfit , I will do it" Cindy put in.
At the end of the night everyone will thing its a cheap trick and will recognise her tits but not one person would be able to tell you what she looks like out of that get up, I promise you. "
"And what am I meant to do with them after we shut up? "
At the end of the night everyone will thing its a cheap trick and will recognise her tits but not one person would be able to tell you what she looks like out of that get up, I promise you. "
"And what am I meant to do with them after we shut up? "
"That one you can leave where she is, this one chain her to the bar or something so she can't go anywhere. We are off to dinner, see you tomorrow. Cindy you coming or staying? "
"This looks fun I will stay here Biggsy".
Seeing herself in the bar mirror Quinn could have wept.
Seeing herself in the bar mirror Quinn could have wept.