Chapter 1

 

After the Battle of Rapa Nui (Easter Island) there was a period of relative peace in the world as the Five Powers licked their wounds. Behind this calm facade, however, an even more vicious war was being fought by intelligence services using female slaves to infiltrate enemy bedrooms.

 

The girl lay on the floor gagged and barefooted, naked to the waist. Her skin-tight designer jeans, which accentuated her hard round ass and long legs, made her look even more naked, more luscious. She had bought them to turn-on her new date and they were working perfectly.

She glanced up at the boy's face; there was no question that he was handsome with a manly growth of dark face hair and shadowy deep-set eyes. It was the eyes that had intrigued her, that had brought her to his apartment. Or was it the hard bulge in his pants? Did it matter now? She asked herself, trying to take her mind off his inescapable bondage.

He was staring back at her unashamedly as he toyed with his smart phone. It was an openly admiring look. She had seen it many time before; her slender body, her tits, her narrow waist attracted lustful stares. She had always been able to turn away from them with a disdainful wiggle of her hips. That wasn't an option tonight. Despite herself, she felt a shiver of sexual excitement mix with her terror and closed her eyes to hide it from him.

They had been dry humping on his bed, in the process of peeling off each other's clothes when he had gently moved her arms behind and snapped on the cuffs. It had happened so quickly, so smoothly that she didn't protest; she just accepted it as part of the foreplay. Truth was, she was too excited to protest. She had even laughed about it, coyly suggesting that he could do whatever he wanted to her now...a joke. He had just smiled then, incredibly climbed out of the bed.

"I wish I could, Kate, but my friends wouldn't appreciate it if I fucked you."

She hadn't understood. What friends...? Why was he walking away from her, leaving her in this state? She had turned her head to ask when she felt the ball being pushed into her mouth then pulled in even farther by the strap. She had tried to wiggle her way off the bed, but he belted her ankles together.

She had lain there, too astonished to think. At first she had just been annoyed. Yes, she had told him at the party that she liked it rough, that she had always wanted to try bondage...maybe a little spanking, but he should have asked her permission. Binding her like this, gagging her was crossing the line. Slowly her annoyance had turned to anger then slowly to fear.

Those were just surface emotions. Underneath she was feeling a kind of stimulation that she had never felt before. Even though he had not gotten her consent, or maybe because he hadn't asked, she was willing to play along. She remembered thinking that his aggressiveness was kind of exciting...she actually felt, well, helpless...at his mercy. Secretly, she had been dreaming of something like this happening, something that would excite and shock her friends.

She desperately wanted to fit in with them; they all talked about their sexual adventures, about the "incredible high" of bondage, the way a little pain enhanced their orgasm. She just wanted to be included in that conversation, to be part of their modern attitude.

Everything changed with the phone call.

"I've got her," he'd said quietly, "Kate, the one from Montana. She a real looked...amazing tits. It will be easy to make it look like she took off. I've got the key to her dorm room and her friends are all away for the holiday weekend. No problem getting in there and packing her stuff. If we can get her password, I can send an email to her friends. You know, 'Goodbye, I met a special boy. See you soon.' Yeah, no problem, but hurry, will you. I'm getting a hard-on watching her wiggle."

Kate just stared, thinking. Who had he called? Why was he doing this? What was he doing? She had no answers, all she could do is keep repeating his words in her head. "It will be easy to make it look like she took off." Why would he want to make it look like she had run off?

She grunted through the gag then twisted her body violently, scraping her nipples painfully against the hardwood floor, trying to get him to talk to her. They could work something out. She was scared, but also turned on. No one had ever dominated her like this before. She would be willing to do things for him, with her mouth. She wanted to...if only he would let her speak.

Maybe this was some kind of submission thing, part of the "rough" experience. Maybe he wanted to soften her up, get her to the point where she was willing to...obey. She could feel her nipples getting harder, blood throbbing in her clit. Maybe he intended to...

Suddenly there was an insistent knock on the door. The boy put his phone away and calmly checked through the peephole.

"Where have you been, Max?" he asked softly, opening the door. "I've been waiting here for an hour. My balls are aching. I almost did her myself."

The man stared at him, shaking his head in disgust, ignoring the question. He was carrying a large box with bright red and blue markings. The name "GlobeSafe" was printed on the sides. She watched wide-eyed as he placed it near her hogtied body.

"Get the tank," he ordered over his shoulder.

The boy jumped to obey, carrying a heavy metal container in from the hallway. It looked like the kind of metal tank used for propane except it had a pump handle on the top.

"You got her keys, kid, the room number, everything?" The boy nodded confidently. "Did anyone see you leave the party with her?"

He frowned and shook his head. "You think I'm stupid, Max? We left separately, met up on the subway platform. I told her I was going through a rough breakup...that I didn't want to make any trouble for her with my ex-girlfriend. She bought it."

Max nodded.

"She told me she wanted it rough. That she wouldn't mind a little bondage, some spanking. You believe that, I've seen her around school, but we really just met tonight. These fucking girls have no idea what's going on in the world. They live in their own little universe; they have..."

"Yeah, right. Good work, kid," Max said abruptly, clearly uninterested in the details or his opinion. "Take off the belt at her ankles and pull off her jeans will ya."

The boy nodded and removed the belt. He took his time with her jeans, pressing his fingers against her flat stomach and abdomen then running them through her carefully shaved pubic hair. She kick out in outraged protest the instant her legs were free, catching him on the leg with her bare heel.

"Take it easy, honey," Max said menacingly.

She stopped. There was something in his voice that was too scary to oppose especially with her hands bound.

"Cuff her wrists in front," he ordered. "It's too stressful for them to be cuffed in the back when they're in the box." He turned to her. "This is for your benefit," he said reasonably. "Put up a fuss and I'll leave your arms the way they are. You won't like it."

She glared then grudgingly allowed the boy to transfer her cuffs from the back to the front.

"...In the box," she thought. What did he mean, "...In the box."

She watched as Max righted the box and pumped a green liquid from the cylinder into the bottom. She grunted then twisted her body again in protest, but not so wildly. The boy reached out and began to fondle her pointed breast. Max looked up annoyed.

"This is fucking business now, kid. You want to diddle some college girl then go back to your party and pick up someone else."

He stopped. The girl turned toward Max and began to shake her head in protest. "Business!" How was she, "business?"

Max grabbed her nipple and squeezed. Tears welled up immediately in her eyes and she stopped.

"Listen to me, ah, Kate! We can do this the hard way or the easy way," he said with a quiet determination. "Just tell me which you prefer."

He knew her name! She looked up at him, tearing streaming. He was serious. The awful pain compelled her obedience. She nodded her head yes and he let go. Max took her thin shoulders and lifted her to her knees.

"You okay, now?" he asked.

She nodded, breathing hard, trembling in fear.

"This box is designed for transporting PIGs," he said evenly. "You know what PIGs are, right?"

She nodded again. Everyone knew that war prisoners were called PIGs--a derogatory acronym taken from the Latin, Persona In Grata (ungrateful prisoner). They were nothing more than conscripted labor, war booty...slaves! Was that what she was...?

"The gel we put in the box is a special mix designed to protect your body during shipping, to hold it in place. It will get hard, but it won't hurt you. Your skin will still be able to breathe...understand?"

She shook her head wildly, her eyes screaming NO! She tried to stand, but he pushed her back down, hard, on her bare ass and grabbed her nipple.

"Hard or easy, Kate? It's your choice... This is the last time I'll ask."

She stared at him then suddenly stopped struggling. There was no point, he was in control.

"Good. Grab her legs, kid."

The boy took her ankle and together they lifted her, bending her long legs to fit in the box. Only her head extended above the top. She could feel the liquid gel sloshing at her feet, seeping between her toes, into her ass crack, up and over her vulva. It felt like oozing mud.

She stared at the boy with hatred. Her evening of casual sex had turned into a life-changing nightmare. He met her eyes for a moment, a hint of regret on his face. He had not realized that they were going to be together this long, that he was going to have to help get her ready.

"What...what IS going to happen to her, Max?" he asked quietly.

Max ignored him again as he pulled out his cell phone. The boy shrugged in her direction as if to say, "I tried."

"It's me, Max...ten minutes," he said. "Have the van in the alley in ten minutes. I'll get the kid to help me."

He reached inside his pocket and tore open something then leaned over the side of the box.

"This will help you sleep if necessary," he said as he expertly inserted an IV needle in her arm. She looked down numbly as the needle entered her vein. She was passive now, resigned, although still staring stupidly at the boy. Max rested the line for the IV carefully on her bare shoulder.

"Okay, kid. Fill the rest of the box with the gel. Be careful, don't spill any, it's murder to clean up without the special emulsifier. You don't want to be scrubbing your pretty floor all night."

The boy reluctantly grabbed the can by the pump handle and slowly began to spray the gel inside the box. He seemed unsure, tentative about what he was doing. It was obvious that he wanted this to be over. Kate groaned softly as the liquid filled the box covering her naked body. Her legs wouldn't move anymore; the gel on the bottom had already hardened into a plastic-like solid. Max laughed at her terrified expression.

"Don't worry. It sets fast but melts easy with the right emulsifier. It's harmless, like I said. You think we want you damaged now? This stuff prevents you from getting hurt."

She looked down numbly as an air bubble popped. The new gel was already hardening; she opened her arms and knees, moving them into a more comfortable position while she was still able. Max nodded approvingly. In a minute, the gel had hardened enough so that she couldn't move anything below her neck.