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Thank you [mention]Tightsbound[/mention] for your kind words!
Excellent as always! The bondage, the ever-present nylons, the vibrators- your writing is always phenomenal. Why do I have a feeling that if you ever hosted an irl bondage weekend it would be like something out of your stories?
The next morning:
“Hey Girls, why the long faces?” Alecto´s enthusiasm Kate found unnerving. She and Dorothea sat shackled to their seats at the kitchen table. Except the shackles around their ankles and wrists, they were not restrained in any other way “Isn´t it fantastic? Not long and I am out of your hair!” Dorothea and Kate exchanged a look “Couldn´t be soon enough” the detective muttered under her breath “I heard that Katie” Alecto chided her “You will be delighted when you see what I have planned for our last session!” “Somehow I doubt that” the lawyer sighed
“You two could really show some more enthusiasm!” the Asian grinned “And to brighten the mood let us celebrate this occasion with a toast” Their handler stood, walked into the kitchen and returned with a small tablet with three flutes of champaign “Our gracious host the mighty state of New York provided us with this truly excellent Pol Roger!” Alecto provided each of her guests with a glass filled to the brim with the sparkling liquid.
Kate sighed obviously they could not decline that invitation. She and Dorothea raised their glasses “To you!” Alecto toasted “To you!” her unwilling guests returned considerable less enthusiastically and drank. The black haired woman insisted that they drank up.
Dorothea already felt a bit lightheaded and woozy. She had trouble to focus. Kate seemed to have the same problems. The detective shook her head to clear her eyesight “Are you not well?” Alecto sounded concerned her voice seemed to come from far away.
Then all became black.
The Asian waited two more minutes to be sure that both women the blonde and the brunette were totally out “Now girls let us get you ready for the great final!”
One hour later:
Alecto eyed her “work” critically – a devious smile crossed her lips: On the large table, back to back, their legs folded in the lotus seat sat Dorothea and Kate, held in that position by a complex web of brown 550 parachute cord, all very neat and aesthetically pleasing. Both women were naked – almost: their bodies were clad in a nude nylon body stocking which left only their heads free.
There were a few other accessories, enhancements so to speak: Some in plain sight, some less obvious: For every eye to see were the two sets of nasty looking nipple clamps with small weights, also in plain sight: the two black posture collars, which were connected, that neither the blonde nor the brunette could move their heads.
Even without the posture collars the two women were forced to hold their heads head straight and steady. Why was that? Kate and Dorothea wore heavy harness ball gags with a very large red ball in its centre. To the d-rings on the crown of their heads, a thin string was knotted, which itself was anchored to a hook in the ceiling. A heavily padded black sleep mask robbed them of their sight.
Around their waists Dorothea and Kate seemed to wear some sort of chastity belt, made of shiny black metal. What the casual observer could not see? The two large plugs: One lodged into the vagina of each poor damsel and the second in their respective anus. Kate already knew that device. Also not visible were the ear buds, which rendered the two unlucky captives deaf. For the time being those plugs were not set on sound cancelling mode – yet.
And last but not least: The large red balls of the harness gags hid a copious amount of stuffing: two pairs of used socks each: Dorothea chewed on Kate´s socks, Kate on Dorothea´s.
The two were tied back to back by several tight rope bands. A set of tight crotch ropes vanished between the legs of the blonde and the brunette: Both crotch ropes were connected, so that each woman felt it, when the other made the slightest movement.
Their wrists were folded into their laps, held there by another set off ropes. As a finishing touch the Asian had tied piece of thin string around each big toe and tied to the nipple clamps.
Alecto was very pleased with herself: The detective and the lawyer resembled a piece of art. Two beautiful sculptures: As it should be the rope work was aesthetically pleasing, tight and inescapable, secure, but not causing any permanent damage. Small signs told the Asian that both women were waking up: It was always fun to watch her involuntary models when they discovered their predicament.
Soft groans indicated that both women were awake now – and discovered they could not move a muscle: The breathing frequency of Dorothea quickened rapidly, while Kate stayed remarkable calm: the brunette tested her bonds methodically and Alecto had to admit that she admired the composure, the iron will of the detective. Had they met under different circumstances? Who knew?”
Kate did not panic “Another time tied up and gagged” she sighed inwardly “That bitch has drugged us – to make her work easier” she fumed, I should have known” The voice of their handler interrupted her dark thoughts – “Hello Ladies! By know you have probably realized your predicament fully. I have to admit I am very pleased with it. The small details of your predicament you will realize later – I will not spoil the fun prematurely.
But don´t worry, no harm will come to you. You will be found in a few hours, a day? Who knows?” The Asian chuckled “I send a message already to someone – imagine what the local sheriff will think if he finds you two, the man has a reputation as a ladies man … and I doubt he can resist the temptation to take some liberties with you. Be honest? You would have to be a saint to resist that temptation. And believe me: The local Sheriff is not a saint”
That announcement provoked negative, very negative reactions from her two guests “Impressive ladies, impressive! So vocal despite the amount of used socks and panties in your mouths!”
Alecto waited till Dorothea and Kate had calmed down “Don´t worry, I won´t be too bad! He might feel you up a bit play with your breasts … wouldn´t that be fun?” Again Dorothea and Kate voiced her displeasure as best as they could.
Unfazed the Asian continued “Calm down Ladies, I even left you a few gadgets to pass the time – so that you don´t get bored. Too bad that I have to leave you know, you know how it is: no rest for the wicked!”
Alecto pressed a few symbols on her IPad: One touch, and the ear buds were on sound cancelling mode, a second touch, and a complex program started – the brunette and the blonde were in for a long and wild ride – of pleasure, and frustration:
At times they would orgasm together, at times first the one then the other, sometimes only one, the other not – and sometimes both would be frustrated. Now and then they would get zapped ….
Of course the session would be recorded, as all the previous ones: A few days later each woman would get a small package by a courier.
10 Minutes later the vast massive gate of the estate closed behind the Asian – and Kate and Dorothea were alone.
Four hours later:
A blue metallic BMW 7 stopped before the massive gate of the estate. The driver´s window glided down and an auburn haired woman punched the code into the pad. The gate opened noiselessly and closed behind them after they had passed the gate.
“Kate´s message sounded rather mysterious the driver spoke to her companion, a tall blonde with piercing blue eyes “Yes she shrugged – “mysterious and urgent and there is something fishy about the whole affair. Neither Kate nor the witness did show up yesterday at the trial, due to security reasons. I don´t buy that – and that she invited us to stay with her here till tomorrow? I don´t know”
Kirsty Garrett parked their car, next to the two others: A black Mercedes and another blue BMW. She and her partner and companion Hayley King got out. Both women wore long down coats, jeans and ankle boots, matching their turtlenecks.
They drew their guns, high powered Heckler & Koch MK 23, firing heavy 45 ACP rounds. Hayley covered Kirsty as she pressed the bell button. The melodious gong reverberated through the silence. Nothing happened. The Briton pressed the bell a second time: Nothing.
The two women exchanged a look. Words were not necessary: Kirsty pinched in the entry code. The heavy wooden door swung open noiselessly. The auburn haired woman in the lead they entered the large mansion. Systematically they searched every room on the ground floor, quickly and precise.
Hayley was about to open the large door to the living room Kitchen Area as she stopped dead in her tracks. She listened: There was it: Barely audible, but they were there: Sounds Hayley knew only too well from experience…. the sounds of a tightly gagged woman, the sounds of a tightly bound woman in heat – no, the American corrected herself “The sounds of two women in heat”
Decisively Hayley pulled the door open and stepped over the threshold, covered by Kirsty and froze: On the large table in centre of the vast room sat two tightly bound women. Both blindfolded, both tightly bound and gagged: A brunette and a blonde.
Neither of the two seemed to register them. The body of the blonde stiffened, a very muffled low moan escaped her ball gagged mouth, then it became limp. Kirsty surveyed the room quickly: On the table she detected a tablet. Quickly she closed the distance, while Hayley covered her, took the tablet, looked at the screen – and pressed a few buttons:
The effect was instantaneous: Both tightly trussed up women relaxed visibly, their breathing slowly returned to normal “Listen you two, we free you as fast as possible, but you understand that we have to search the mansion first, right?”
“Come Hayley!” Kirsty motioned to her friend “Let us search the upper floor and the cellars! I hate surprises!” They left.
Kate was immensely relieved. So Alecto had played them a final time. The Asian had sent a message to Kirsty and Hayley. It would have been so embarrassing if local law enforcement had found them like that: Almost naked, tied up gagged and covered in sweat. She felt that Dorothea relaxed as well.
The last three hours had been a roller coaster: Kate was totally exhausted. She had long lost count how often she had been forced to orgasm or denied one. Her whole body was one pain. Her muscles were aflame, her neck stiff. The only body part she had been able to move had been her toes.
But now they were safe …. and had to wait for spell, till Kirsty and Hayley had searched the house: The American and the Briton searched the mansion from the cellar to the attic. They did not find anything extraordinary except that one of the bedrooms on the first floor had been obviously prepared for them: On the king-size bed a handwritten greeting card:
“Welcome Hayley King and Kirsty Garrett!
Enjoy you stay!
With many regards, Alecto”
Hayley and Kirsty exchanged a look “Who is Alecto?” Hayley quizzed “No idea” Kirsty shrugged “but I guess Kate and Dorothea can give us an explanation. They went downstairs into the living room, where the blonde and the brunette were still waiting. Out of one of the pockets of her long down filled coat Kirsty produced a knife, while Hayley returned from the kitchen with a sharp knife.
They inspected the restraints of the two unlucky damsels. Dorothea and Kate screamed into their gags as Kirsty and Hayley removed almost simultaneously the nasty nipple clamps. Next were the two strings which held their heads steady. Freeing the duo took considerable time.
Kate was glad that her friends did not pester them with questions as they untied her and Dorothea. The lawyer and the detective drank greedily from the water bottles Kirsty and Hayley had given them.
“When did you get the message that you should come here” Kate asked the blonde “roughly for hours” Hayley explained “We had to pack a few things and drove up here – and now tell us what happened here?”
“We will” Kate nodded “When we had a long hot shower and got rid of those” she pointed at the girdles she and Dorothea were still wearing “Are those what I think they are?” Kirsty feigned innocence “My lips are sealed” Kate returned “Right” Hayley nodded “You two have shower, freshen up, Kirsty and I will prepare a meal!”
One hour later:
Kate was the first to return to the kitchen – it smelled heavenly and only then the detective registered how hungry she was. She had showered long and hot and changed into comfortable lounge wear.
The brunette did not exactly move gracefully, but she felt considerably better. Kirsty and Hayley had been busy too – but before they had prepared the meal, Kirsty had changed the codes for the security system – neither of them was keen on another unpleasant surprise.
Kate inhaled deeply “Spaghetti Vongole? I could devour a cow”
After dinner they sat down in the living room and Kirsty fired the first question “And now tell us what happened here Kate!” And Kate and Dorothea told them what had happened in the last 48 hours ….
“Then she drugged us and when we woke up we found ourselves in the predicament you found us in” Kate concluded her report one hour later.
“I see” Hayley mused “The strangest thing is: your testimony at the trial proved to be totally unnecessary: The DA presented new evidence – and the defendant was found guilty on all accounts”
“That is indeed strange” Kate looked into the fire ….
The reminder of the evening passed quickly. Tomorrow they would return to New York.
Two days later: New York 11th Precinct:
Captain Kate Beckett with the NYPD was shifting through fitness reports and other paperwork. There were other sides of her job she liked more. Nothing she liked more than following a lead, grilling a suspect. But the paperwork had to be done. As a Captain this was her duty. A knock at the door disrupted her line of thought.
An Officer in Uniform stood in the door “A courier has delivered a package for you, Captain. It had been scanned and tested. It is safe” Kate nodded “Right Officer Coates, give to me, I will take it from there”
When the Officer had left and closed the door behind him, Kate looked at the Parcel: She knew this Courier Service. It was renowned for its discretion. It was exclusive and it was expensive.
Since her return from Woodstock she had done everything to forget these days in the Wilderness. Of course Castle had peppered her with questions, but she had brushed him off and immersed herself into work. Doing her job distracted her. And now this: With trembling fingers she ripped the package open:
Inside laid am envelope, made from heavy, creamy handmade paper – and a flash drive.
To Captain Kate Beckett
With
The NYPD
The words were written in black ink, in a clear, strong hand. She ripped the envelope open. Inside was a card, made from the same paper. This Kate read:
“Dear Captain Beckett,
I hope you enjoyed the days up in Woodstock as much as I did! As a token of my heartfelt appreciation I send you with this letter a complete recording of our sessions. I know, a part of you enjoyed them as much as I do. And maybe your Husband might find some inspiration in the material…”
Kate´s cheeks turned flaming red, she continued to read:
“You were a worthy opponent Captain, you and blondie – and I am really looking forward to our next meeting! And we shall meet again!”
Alecto
As if in slow motion Kate laid the card on the table and starred in the distance, without seeing anything, one phrase resounded in her mind: “And we shall meet again!” The brunette pulled herself together “When we will meet again, I will kick your ass to hell and back!” And a grim smile curled her lips “I owe you big time b*tch!”