He tore off the tape from the roll, satisfied she wouldn't be able to break the bonds on her ankles, and he took in one of those sexy moans as she struggled, then struggled faster. He loved watching her, she was such a good actress, she actually looked terrified. His eyes traveled up her sensual body, her tan, tone legs, her paler, somewhat meaty thighs, her stomach, moving as she breathed in a mock panic, her breasts, jiggling nicely as she struggled, her mouth, trapped beneath the tape yet emitting such heavenly sounds of "fear" and "panic", her eyes, wide and expressive and...
...and looking past him...
"Kat, what is it? You are so..." Josh asked, turning...
He never got to finish the sentence before the hard edge of something blunt hit him square on the forehead, sending him reeling backwards and into unconsciousness.
Kat's eyes darted first to Josh, out cold beside her, then back up to his assailant...
"Oh don't look so surprised" Crystal sneered as she replaced the high heel shoe she had used to knock out her ex, then bent, and began dragging him around the corner....
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They had been watching for awhile. Mostly that's what they did. Yes, they had operatives to carry out various "dastardly" deeds, but those were the lesser beings, the ones who were unworthy of holding a higher position than that of "Operative". As a rule, no Operative had what it took to be an Executive, and that's way it had to be, lest mutiny were to occur as a result of dissention in the ranks. No Operative wanted to be an Executive, and no Executive wanted to be an Operative.
Until now.
Andre Portier sat at the foot of the table, facing the Founders, and loving the look of pure shock on their faces. "You can't be serious, Andre." Forefather Scortia breathed. "Oh I am quite serious." "We should terminate you right now, you smug little prick." Portier smiled at that last remark from Forefather Dartmouth. He knew the man wasn't just referring to his job when he said terminate, but in fact his life.
Still he was not worried. "Perhaps you should. However I don't think you want to do that."
"And why wouldn't we Andre?" That was Forefather Davis, one of the newer Executives, and a man that Andre Portier loathed above all the others. It was Andre's reference that had gotten Davis the position, and he had only given that reference based on Davis's promise to aid Portier in any endeavor he wished to pursue.
It was Davis's failure to comply with that agreement that had caused Portier to fail in his duties at Great Northern University, a project that would've forced the other Forefathers to realize his true potential. Instead, he had lacked the proper backup, and as a result had failed. He now looked the man straight in the eyes and spoke to him, slowly and menacingly, while at the same time addressing them all.
"Because," he sneered, "if you do, I guarantee it will be over for you all. I'm talking blackmail gentleman, plain and simple. If you do not comply with my requests, or if I suddenly happen to have an "accident", as other Operatives have been known to have, my contact on the outside will spill everything to the proper authorities, the FBI, CIA, and most importantly, "he glared at Davis, "Interpol."
The room was silent once more at them mention of Interpol. They all knew the international agency was keeping close tabs on them; it was a precarious situation, and one that Andre Portier had managed to manipulate to his benefit. Davis seemed about to speak, but Anderson, the CEO, cut him off from his spot at the head of the table.
"Very well, Andre, we will play your game," the old man said grudgingly, "for now. I hereby grant to you Temporary and LIMITED Executive status," Anderson waited for the rest of the group to quiet their reactions, then continued, "Temporary meaning you have 30 days to successfully carry out your project, Limited to the area you have stated. If you should fail this time, Termination will be carried out immediately."
"Understood." Portier replied as he stood, smoothing out suitcoat. He gave Davis a final glance, then turned and strode out the massive polished oak doors, closing them behind him. He then withdrew his cell phone, dialed. "Yes, I'd like to book a flight to Angel Falls, New York," he said covering his free ear to block out the shouts coming from behind the closed meeting room doors of The Network.
CHAPTER 3
The world came pounding painfully back, the blackness fading but leaving everything in a filmy haze. He was sitting around the corner from the living room, in the small hallway that led to the bathroom and contained the closets. At first he didn't know what had happened, and then she stepped through the bathroom door "Hello Love O' Mine, "Crystal grinned, "Welcome back to the real world." She had a towel around her waist, tied at an angle that revealed the upper most part of a thigh, plus a little more, as well as a tight tank top, two sizes too small to accommodate her generous breasts.
It all came flooding back, suddenly he remembered. Kathy! He had just finished tying her down when it had happened; he looked sharply at Crystal and tried to get up to go past her. That's when her grin widened and she opened the closet door, letting him get a view of himself in the full length mirror that hung there.
Josh fell silent and still as he took in his reflection. The reason everything seemed hazy became evident right way, blood from where he'd been struck and caked over his left eye. That was the least of his worries however, he saw as he took the rest of the image in. While he was out, shed stripped him, and then tied him to the chair he now sat in. Never one for sloppy work she had tied the knots effectively, and had done just as decent a job shutting him up, he could feel some sort of cloth in his mouth, underneath the layers of black tape shed used to complete the gag.
"I remember when we used to play, like you and that bitch were about to. You used to tie me up , tape my mouth, I loved it, but I always thought that you could've done better, made it seem more real, if I had screamed under that tape, someone would've heard it. So that's what I did different with you..."
She unwrapped knotted the towel and tossed it aside, revealing she wore nothing beneath it.
"Figure it out yet there honey? I don't normally go around without something on down there, but I figured what better way to remind you of what you threw away then by gagging you with part of it? Of course, you might not have realized they were mine if I hadn't told you, so I made sure that part of them had something you would remember."
Josh's eyes never left her, but they did widen as he realized what she had just told him.
"That's right loverboy, and believe me, after all the time I pined away waiting for you, saving it all for you, they got plenty wet." She reached down and rubbed two fingers between her legs, they came away damp, and he knew she hadn't gotten herself off too long ago, which means he hadn't been out too long, and that she couldn't have done too much to Kathy in such a short time. Though it didn't really take too long to kill a bound and gagged woman now did it? For some reason, however, Josh knew Crystal hadn't killed Kathy, at least not yet; she hated Kathy, and would want to make her suffer first. Which meant Kathy was most likely still alive. He took what little solace he could from this thought.
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Crystal leaned forward and rubbed her cum moistened fingers over the imprint of Josh's mouth beneath the tape, then under his nose.
"Remember that smell? Remember how you said you thought it was the greatest perfume a woman emitted? Remember how you'd taste me and drink from me like I was THE GODDAM HOLY GRAIL?!!"
She suddenly slapped him anger rising in her eyes and then fading again as that smile returned...her hand trailed down and began to caress between his legs, as the other hand took hold of the front of the tank top, and began to slide the straps off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, letting her breasts hang free. She leaned forward, kissed his gagged mouth, and began to grope him sensually.
"Now it's my turn to have some fun." Though he tried, he could not move away, and despite his attempts to remain otherwise, he was growing more and more aroused, he finally gave in to her, not because he wanted to , but because he suddenly noticed a little red light out of the corner of his eye, and didn't want her to know he'd seen it...
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Around the corner, Kathy Lonsdale lay bound, gagged and naked, tears in her eyes as she watched the television in front of her, where she saw Crystal once again having Josh's complete attention. She hadn't realize when she saw Crystal pulling the long cord and the camera out of the bag and set it up what in the hell it was for, but now she knew, and she wished Crystal had just simply killed her, for that would've been so much more merciful. She whimpered into her gag and then closed her eyes, defeated. Her eyes snapped open as the phone suddenly began to ring.... and she began to try and worm her way over to it...