"Why are you doing this?" Blaire panted.

"Why, super-agent, what a question!" Melissa said patronizingly. "There are a lot of reasons." She stood and approached her captive. "Did you not know I'm a lesbian?"

"Yeah, I know, but so what?"

"So that means I'm excited to do whatever I want with the hottest, most spirited, most lovely woman in the agency." She brushed the small lock of hair that had worked its way from under her leather hood. "And I doubt you know about my interest in BDSM and sexual servitude."

Blaire did not know. She tried to keep her face neutral as she shook her head, but it was becoming difficult to ignore how the vibrator was affecting her.

"I didn't think so. My tastes in that area are definitely extreme. The hottest thing I can imagine is to have an especially attractive woman, with the smarts and defiant attitude to be successful, restrained against her will so I can force her to do my bidding." She ran her fingers along Blaire's inner thigh. "You are that woman. And you've been kidnapped. And you'll learn to obey and serve me as I require."

Blaire felt her face heating, some from her arousal, but mostly from rage at the matter-of-fact way that Melissa told her what she was going to do with her.

"The hell I will, you sick bitch!"

"Dear," Melissa responded as if to a student who didn't get a basic idea, "you really aren't in a position to fight me. You've had a lot of time to get free of your single-glove, and you haven't made any progress there. In fact, you've been more securely bound and subject to more humiliating activities the longer you've been here."

"But we'll both be missed at the office," Blaire protested. "People will come looking for us."

"No, that won't happen," Melissa corrected her softly. "You were put into Status 99 when you accepted the mission."

"But that means..."

"Yes, it does. No one, not even the director, not even the President, can inquire as to your whereabouts. I'm the only person who knows both who you are and where you are."

Blaire realized she should not have been surprised. She may have been a huge bitch, but Melissa was smart and crafty, and she would have thought of that. It was Blaire's fault that she walked into the trap. But still, maybe she had an out... "But you still have to go to the office. I don't know where we are, but that car ride was long."

"I wonder," Melissa said as she began to pace back in forth of Blaire slowly. "Does it bother you to be completely wrong over and over? Does being tied up with two fake cocks filling you make it worse? It seems that I got put on a long-term, deep cover assignment to back you up, so no one will expect to see me for at least six months, maybe a year." She paused for a second. "Of course, I'll take the time to enjoy the beach, sun, and surf and everything this particular location has to offer, so you won't be serving me every second of the day. When I'm relaxing, I'll be sure to have you eating the cunt or asshole of Elesha or another of my assistants."

"You have to untie me sometime - so I can eat, bathe, or just so my arms don't atrophy," Blaire pointed out.

"That's correct, dear. But there is one feature of your outfit that you haven't experienced yet." Picking up a small remote controller, she turned a dial and pushed a button. A jolt of electricity pierced into Blaire's neck like an ice pick. "OWW!"

"This," Melissa resumed while holding the remote up for Blaire to see, "is the remote to the shock collar that is currently locked in place on you. That shock was Level 1. During the few times each week that you are cleaned and exercised, this will be left in place, and there will be another person in the room in addition to whomever is cleaning you. You will not be able to reach that person, who will 10 feet from you. At the slightest sign of resistance, the collar will be activated on Level 10 which, I assure you, will drop you to the ground, where you can be restrained once again. And, just in case you're unsure, your punishment for trying to escape will be legendary. You won't try twice, I'm sure."

Blaire knew she should feel frustration, but the involuntary waves of pleasure shooting through her cunt, asshole, and clit made her too wet to really care. She bit her lip - hard - in an attempt to slow the pleasure but discovered that, like the nipple clamps, the pain turned her on as well. "But, if you have that - oh shit - that remote and the collar, why tie me up?"

"Because, you silly bitch," Melissa said as she dropped the controller and stepped close to her hostage, "I already told you how much I like to see women tied up and suffering just by being held in place." Blaire's head started to swim as she felt the beginnings of a powerful orgasm - one that had been waiting since earlier in the week - build to near peak. At least I'll get to cum. No longer caring what Melissa or anyone else thought, she closed her eyes and let the sensation start to run away with her.

Melissa slid her arms around Blaire's hips in an embrace that she would have considered sensual if circumstances were different. "And there's one more thing you should probably know." Blaire ignored her captor - she was going to take pleasure from this moment regardless of any consequences. Her climax built and grew and was about to devour her body whole when the both vibrators stopped cold, leaving her just short of her peak.

Blaire opened her eyes and looked around, desperation written on her face as she tried to understand what had just happened. What she saw was Melissa's face beaming like she'd just seen the most beautiful thing in her life. "Both vibrators detect when you are about to orgasm, and they shut down for about five minutes. So that means it will never let you have an orgasm. You might get excited by a touch, or by some pain, or something else, but you'll wear that vibrator every waking second.

"In the future, meaning sometime in a few months, I might make you cum if I find something that I can make you do, something you really despise. And I'll make you grovel and beg me to do it to you just so you can cum. But you won't be enjoying any climaxes for quite some time. And, I believe, that's check and mate." She leaned closer. "Now give me a kiss."

Blaire may have been a hostage, but she was in no way going to comply with such an order. She might be tormented and forced, but there was no way she would willingly kiss another woman. She stayed in place, purposefully not moving her lips, even as Melissa leaned in and her tongue snaked out and ran across them with evil intent. She tried for several seconds before giving up.

"No? OK, that's fine. I've got a solution for an obstinate slave." She used the intercom once again to summon Elesha.