Chapter 1
Okay, so I decided that the next step in finding Katrina Givens had me infiltrating
the group making bondage videos.
The beautiful Miss Givens had disappeared, almost without a trace. Her sister
found a picture of her in bondage that my boss, Marissa Caruthers, traced back to Adams
Photography. Marissa assigned her top agent to investigate. Though Ellen Musgrove was
attractive, she was a little older than me and not well endowed (if you catch my drift).
That was why Marissa plucked me out of the clerical pool. She needed someone who
was beautiful with a killer body. Well – that describes me to a “T.”
I established my credentials by visiting the Inferno Bookstore, and allowing, well,
actually paying, to have myself locked in a pair of stocks. My first two attempts failed
miserably but the third time I finally got the telephone number off an advertisement in
the store. Along the way I learned a lot of new tricks using miles of ropes, and my
tongue. You might panic the first time you are helpless, but I quickly got used to being
bound and gagged. I also got used to having things stuffed into my mouth, sometimes a
gag, sometimes something much harder.
The women who ran the photography session – everyone I had run into so far was a
woman – seemed nice enough. Andrea Adams even helped me out when I needed to get a
six-pack for my former-boyfriend “The Dork.” Okay, I had to pay for the beer by eating a
woman I did not know, but I was becoming used to that. I could not buy the beer myself
because I am almost a year shy of being twenty-one.
I agreed to pose for bondage pictures for sale on the Internet because this act was
necessary to continue the investigation. We had proof that Katrina had been there, and
that was the last solid lead we had. Andrea tried to push me into making bondage videos.
I was adamant about not doing that. She suggested I do it several times, and several
times I turned her down.
Now I discovered Katrina Givens had appeared in a bondage video of some company
associated with Adams Photography. To find out what had happened to her, I would have to
infiltrate that group. Since I would never convince anyone I was an experience mistress,
that mean going undercover –again – as a bondage slave.
Since I had told Andrea I did not want to make the videos, I would have to come up
with some excuse why now I wanted to.
I checked through the extensive collection of DVD boxes Andrea had in the room.
The boxes had one large picture on the front and two to four smaller ones on the back. I
was certain the woman in one DVD was Katrina. She knelt stark naked facing away from the
camera. I saw various ropes about her body, but that which was most apparent was the
dildo stuck in her cunt. The dildo was on the end of a pole that was attached to some
machine half-hidden to the right of the picture. When I flipped the box over, I saw her
face. Yeah, the model in the picture was Katrina.
I did not think they would do still pictures of something like this. This was an
action scene that would work best with video.
When I opened the door to the room, the draught of moving air reminded me of what I
was not wearing. I mean the models around here paraded around naked or near naked.
I overheard a joke between two women where they referred to a model as being
“overdressed” because she wore high heels.
I wore a gossamer robe of sheer of sheer white nylon and high-heeled pumps. Okay,
perhaps technically I was dressed, but you find it hard to consider yourself dressed when
anyone can see all your charms. I blushed as I stepped into the hall. No, I did not
blush because of my lack of clothing. I blushed in embarrassment at the realization that
I did not think twice about going around in front of other people with little or no
clothing on.
I rehearsed my story in my head several times while I slowly walked down the hall
toward the room where I had left Darcy.
When I stepped through the doorway, my well-crafted plan flew out of my head.
They had Darcy suspended from the ceiling, hands bound behind her back, numerous
ropes about her body, her calves bound to her thighs. With her legs bound in such a
manner, she could not bring her knees together.
I walked closer with my mouth open. I allowed myself to be tied up naked because
appearing as a bondage slave was my job. I had the distinct impression that Darcy allowed
herself to be tied up because she enjoyed bondage.
Rising up from the floor was a vibrator at the end of a pole. Needless to say, the
vibrator was at the right height for her cunt. If she struggled, her cunt would move away
from the vibrator a little but would always return. Movement would delay the inevitable,
but eventually she would have an orgasm.
She was not struggling though. Still, her body moved away from the vibrator for a
half a second as she writhed in ecstasy. As I watched, her body jerked from another
orgasm, driving her cunt several inches from the vibrator. Her cunt returned though,
starting her on the road to another orgasm.
I could not take my eyes off Darcy, but Andrea and her associates totally ignored
her. No, that was not true. They looked up when she had an orgasm. Even with the ball
gag in her mouth, she made a lot of noise. They immediately returned to the task at
hand.
Red noticed me. She tapped Andrea on the knee and gestured in my direction.
“Did you find something you like?”
As she rose, she placed the clipboard she had been holding on the chair seat.
“I would like to do this.”
She glanced at the DVD case for a few seconds.
“I’m sorry. We could get the equipment to do this, but I’m afraid this type of
photo will not sell very well. It is geared more toward videos than still photos.”
Bingo! I hit it right. I now had an excuse to make bondage videos.
“Oh.” I frowned just a little to appear disappointed. “When are you going to let
Darcy down?”
She glanced at her watch.
“I think we can take a few more orgasms. She doesn’t have the experience you do
when it comes to bondage. I thought a few orgasms would be good for her.”
She sounded a little defensive, like she expected me to object about my best
friend’s bondage, my best friend who invited by ex-boyfriend over to fuck me, my best
friend who did not pass up an opportunity to tie me up, my best friend who liked to keep
me tied up for hours at end.
“As far as I am concerned, you can leave her like that all night. I’ll just wait
over there. Could I…?”
She handed me the DVD box. I was going to let them think I had to resolve some
internal conflict before I agreed to act (or is it model?) in a video.
I turned around a chair near the camcorder tripod. (Someone had packaged up the
camera, as the tripod was now empty.) I sat there, pretending to study the picture on the
box. My eyes moved back and forth between Darcy and her captoresses. They ignored both
of us as they concentrated on whatever was written on those papers.
When the meeting broke up, I came to my feet. Two women moved in Darcy’s
direction. I held the box up as I approached Andrea.
“I’d like to do that, even if it means being in a video.”
She took the box from me again to study briefly the picture on the cover.
“You know, they really don’t do model requests. You might have to be in a few
videos before they get around to strapping you in front of a fucking machine.”
Fucking machine, now that sounded delicious.
“I don’t care.”
This would be the next step in tracking down the missing woman. Okay, if I had to
have a couple hundred orgasms to do it, I was up to the challenge. Anything to solve the
case. Anything to become a full-fledged private eye.
I was going to have to get a trench coat and a fedora.
I had accomplished all I could hear so I was ready to leave, but Darcy was not.
Darcy was not in any position to do anything besides having orgasm. I had to step closer
to study her predicament.
The vibrator played with her pussy. If she were bound securely to it, she would
have had one orgasm after another. Since she hung suspended at the end of some ropes, the
slightest convulsion of her body would move her body away from the vibrator.
“PJ.”
I continued to stare at my friend.
“PJ.”
I did not recognize my nom de bondage until someone moved closer. I turned a
little to my left, but Andrea moved further around to untie the sheer nylon belt holding
the robe about my body.
“What are you doing?”
She had to give only a gentle tug to free the belt. She then took the outfit at my
shoulders. By pushing outwards and down, the outfit started to come off.
“Now wait a minute”
I grabbed her wrists, but by then the robe had dropped to my elbows. Had I not had
my arms bent, the robe would have fallen off.
“Open up.”
The ball gag appeared from the left. At least two of them in on this.
I was outnumbered so there was no use in resisting. As I opened my mouth, I
lowered my arms. The robe slid down them and would have fallen to the floor if I had not
caught it in my left hand. I handed the garment to Andrea. By then, the ball gag was in
my mouth and the second set of hands was buckling the ends of the strap behind my head.
I did not resist when hands pulled my arms behind my back. First, they tightly
bound my hands together. Then ropes about my arms appeared, one set above my bosom and
another set at my waist.
I had cultivated the imaged of a young woman who enjoyed being bound and gagged so
I could not resist without blowing my cover.
These women knew what they were doing. Compared to them, Darcy was an amateur.
Sure, when she bound me, I was helpless. When they bound me, I was BOUND.
Once they had me completely tied up, they led me to a pair of stools. (Where the
hell had they come from?)
“Come on; kneel on them, one leg on each.”
They had the stools pushed together so I could easily do as they ordered. The
position of the stools made it seem as though I was kneeling on one object, only this one
had a crack down the centre. Once I knelt, they used cords to tie the calf to the thigh.
Then they pulled the stools apart. My cunt was visible, and I had no means of
protecting it, but I was getting used to this situation. One woman lifted my left knee
from the stool so she could pass a cord about my bent leg a few times. She tied the cord
tightly before switching sides to move over to my right leg. I put my weight on my left
knee as I tried to raise my right in the air. In a minute, she had that rope tight tied.
I saw Andrea on my left a bend over to get the end of the cord. Another woman did
the same to the cord on my right. They pulled the ends together behind my back. Somehow
they passed them under the lower rope about my waist. I felt the ropes pulling my legs
apart further as they worked on them.
They had two more ropes that they ran between my legs and the upper rope about my
chest.
They seemed to abandon me for a few seconds. Suddenly, someone was behind me with
a blindfold.
“I am sure you were wondering why Toni was having all the fun.
Toni was Darcy’s nom de bondage.
I had some comfort in their use of my bondage name. That went far to assure that
no one would know who I was. I wondered how many women, besides Andrea, knew my real
name.
With the blindfold in place I could not see what happened, I did not have to. I
had been bound so often in past weeks that I could tell what they did to me by touch
alone. They wrapped something around my chest under my arms. I had seen this on Darcy.
At first the bondage was not tight, but it soon became very, very tight. I decided this
last thing about my chest was some sort of cloth, maybe canvas. The cloth was broad and
rather thin. It slid up into my armpits as the part behind me was pulled upwards.
I knew they had secured me to a chain or something on the ceiling when the thing
about my chest grew tight and pulled up in back. As they shortened the chain, they slowly
drew me into the air. I then discovered the purpose of the last two ropes. Gravity
pulled my knees down, but the rope stopped them from falling too much. I was suspended in
the air in a kneeling position.
Again, they left me alone for a minute or two. I knew better than to try to
escape. They had bound me too securely for me to get free. What I could do was try to
pull my knees together. I discovered I could wiggle them back and forth but that was
about it. Any movement at all caused the final ropes to tuck down on the upper ropes
about my chest.
I felt something press against my cunt and knew it was the vibrator. The device
could be moved up and down as they adjusted the height. I hoped they would stick it in
me, though I was certain that was not to be.
I felt myself becoming more and more aroused simply from the knowledge of what was
about to happen.
“Stand clear!” I heard one voice say.
Another added, “Fire in the hole,” with a giggle.
My body jerked when the vibrator came on, sending my cunt away from the vibrator.
I could not tell if I merely moved back or in a circle. Suddenly, my cunt made contact
with it and just as quickly moved away. This happened half a dozen times before I tried
to grab the vibrator with my thighs. Grabbing the vibrator seemed simple enough. All I
had to do was move them together a little. That would trap the vibrator between them
right at my cunt.
Simple, huh?
The problem was the way they had bound my legs. When I tried to pull my legs
together, the ropes running from the vicinity of my knees grew taut, keeping my legs
spread. I hit the vibrator and bounced off again and again.
“Mmmmmfffffttttt!” I grunted in desperation.
All they did was laugh.
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