by Bayezid
Chapter 3
Lorne again nodded to his thugs, four men, two for each woman stepped to either side of the bound and gagged captives, each seizing an arm."Oh, when you've put them to bed, make sure that one of you burns these," he said, kicking the pile of clothes. "They won't be needing them again." He smiled. "Except their bras," he added, reprieving their bras from he flames. "They'll make rather good souvenirs."
"Yes, Mr. Lorne" Tanya replied respectfully. She reached out and grabbed Debbie's right breast. "These beauties are going to be on permanent display from now on, bitch."
Tanya led the way as Debbie and Linda were both nearly lifted off the floor and half pushed, half dragged out of the room and into a large corridor with several large, heavy, windowless doors along each wall. They stopped for a moment in front of the first door while one of Lorne's goons fished in his pocket for what Debbie saw was a set of keys. Debbie glanced at Linda, trying to mask her own fear and give her some look of reassurance. Her partner was wide-eyed with dread and Debbie knew she was powerless to help her, or herself for that matter. The thug quickly spun the key in the lock on the door and pushed it open. Linda was quickly whisked inside and Debbie was pulled down the hall to the next cell. The chamber was empty save for a large, four-poster, steel, twin bed with a bare mattress. Tanya entered first and signalled the thugs to bring Debbie inside.
"Untie her hands," she ordered. The thugs went to work on the knots around Debbie's wrists. Once her hands were freed the men took a hold of her arms and dragged her on to the mattress, spreading her arms wide and pinning her wrists against the poles. Debbie fought back, attempting to pull free and kick at her captors but she was barely able to budge. Tanya stood at the foot of the bed watching Debbie as she struggled and kicked. The Amazon blonde stared Debbie down with a look of icy indifference, as if she'd seen it all before. The panties in Debbie's mouth made it impossible to draw deep breaths and she was soon winded and completely spent, her chest heaving and limbs nearly quaked with fatigue. Tanya then smiled and stepped over to the headboard. Taking up a length of white rope she quickly tied each of Debbie's wrists to the posts. Once her wrists were securely bound the thugs moved down the bed, each grabbing hold of one of her ankles and holding them against the posts of the footboard pulling Debbie into a wide spread-eagle. Debbie was so exhausted that all she could do was moan behind her gag in protest and defiance. Tanya moved to each post quickly and effectively tied Debbie's ankles down to the bed. When see was convinced that her captive was secure Tanya dismissed the goons with a wave of her hand and walked back to the head of the bed, looking down the length of Debbie's splayed body
Debbie had never felt so exposed. It was no longer just her shapely breasts on display. With her legs pulled into a wide V, absolutely nothing remained private.
Tanya immediately homed in on her distress. "I can see you are a natural red-head," she said, plucking out a pubic hair and laughing at Debbie's gagged squeal. "And I can see very much more besides." She dropped a finger to the soft flesh between the treasury agent legs. "We will have plenty of time to explore there, bitch," she said, probing Debbie's vulva.
Instinctively, Debbie tried to close her legs a little. But there was no slack in the rope.
"I shouldn't bother to try hiding your charms, bitch," Tanya responded. It won't work. I know how to tie rope. And you can thank your lucky stars that we have been lenient with the way we have tied you tonight. We will not be this generous again. Once Mr. Lorne has passed you into my care, you will not even be able to twitch. Believe me; those legs can be tied at least two feet further apart. And they will be."
Debbie heard herself moan into her gag.
"Yes, and that gag is quite a luxury, bitch. Just a single pair of panties and such skimpy ones at that. In future, you can expect to have your mouth packed full. And in the case of a big mouth like yours, that will take at least three pairs."
Tanya looked down into the face of a helpless Debbie Malley.
"Now you will rest. In the morning we will play." She ran her fingers through Debbie's hair while the bound redhead tossed her head back and forth, her nostrils flared in rage. Tanya grabbed her hair and gave it a sharp pull lifting her head off the mattress. Debbie moaned with pain as the Amazon used her free hand and expertly pulled a blindfold over Debbie's green eyes.
"Sleep tight bitch!" she said with a laugh. "Remember, we will play in the morning." Debbie heard the door slam behind her, the key spin and the lock and then total silence.
Debbie knew she had to get some sleep. She had no doubt and at the mercy that Lorne would start interrogating her the following day, and only if she slept would she be able to keep her wits about her. Debbie thought about Linda bound and gagged in the neighbouring cell. It was her fault that Linda's was there. It was a responsibility that Debbie bore heavily. Linda had trusted her assurances that nothing could go wrong. Now here they both were at Lorne' mercy, nude, spread-eagled and gagged with their own panties.
Debbie would have to work out a way to escape. She owed that to Linda. Lorne could hardly keep her tied up forever, could he? She had to take a chance when it came. And she knew that she would only be able to do that if she were fresh and alert.
But how could she sleep? It was not only the turmoil in her brain that was keeping her awake. It was fear too. Lorne could do anything to her he wanted. And there was absolutely nothing that she could do about it. Already, he had her stripped naked. She had no idea what Lorne had in store for them.
First, she had to survive the night. Her string-sided panties, taped in her mouth as a gag, tasted vile. But that wasn't the worst of it. Tied as she was on her back, Debbie was afraid that the panties would slip down into her throat and choke her.
It was not until much later that she managed to sleep.
***
"What the hell do you mean, we lost her!" Boomed Inspector Peter Grey, "When and where was the last signal contact we received?" He asked, staring a hole into special agent Foster, his chief of operations.
"That is hard to determine exactly. The last strong signal we detected emanated from the penthouse floor of Lorne's building. The signal went completely dead. We have never seen anything like it so we assumed it was an equipment malfunction. We ran all or diagnostics but came up empty. That's when I authorized emergency entry into the building. When our alert team entered they found the floor empty. We've had no other word for nearly three hours since." Foster's demeanour was calm and business like but his face betrayed the deep worry he felt. One of their agents was missing and as the operations chief he was largely responsible.
"How long did you wait before you sent your team in?" Grey asked
"Our alert team was in the penthouse within forty-five minutes." Foster said.
"Too, long Foster, you should have had someone there in ten."
"Yes sir, but Lorne's penthouse is not exactly an easy space to access. Besides agent Malley is an experienced officer and we didn't want to risk blowing up years of work for the sake of an equipment failure." Foster replied. "In the meantime we have seized all the building surveillance tapes, we are checking on every vehicle that has gone in or out of the building within the past five hours and we are conducting a floor by floor search."
"A floor by floor search in a major downtown office building? That could take days. We need to get ahead of this. We must assume that Malley and her informant have been abducted. You know Lorne as well as anyone. Where would he take them?" Grey asked
Foster crossed his arms and stared at the floor. After a brief pause to collect his thoughts he walked over to the wall map and began sticking push pins into the board, marking various locations in the metro area.
"I have marked the location of all his known activities. There are a few options that suggest themselves. My guess would be that he'd take them to 'the farm'."
"What the hell is 'the farm'?" Grey demanded.
"It's a horse stable and training school upstate. It's also a front for an illegal casino and brothel that Lorne runs for high rollers or anyone he is trying to wine, dine, deal or blackmail. We have been working this angle for months but we have not had much success. The security for the place is extraordinary even by Lorne's standards. We finally managed to infiltrate an asset into the casino last week but we have not begun to accumulate any actionable intelligence yet."
"Has that operation been compromised as well?" Asked Inspector Grey
"I don't think so." Foster replied, "I contacted our asset a few minutes ago and the operation there still seems intact. I was half thinking about pulling out after what happened tonight."
"No!" Grey said "We have not come this far to pull up stakes. In fact, we need to work all our assets even harder now."
"I agree sir." Foster said "we are in a race against time. We must find them both before it is too late."
***
Debbie was awakened by a loud slam which jolted her awake. She was not sure how long she had slept for, but it couldn't have been more than three hours. Her limbs were stiff and sore from the pull of the ropes which held her spread across the bed and her jaw ached from the panty gag still stuffed in her mouth. Next she heard the sound of a woman's heels clicking across the tile floor. A shiver shot down Debbie's spine at the sound of that quick, somewhat heavy tread, she knew it had to be Tanya.
"Morning at last…" Tanya purred sarcastically as she slowly ran her fingertips the length of Debbie's naked body. Debbie groaned into her gag when they came to alight on her pubic mound. "Now listen very carefully, bitch," she barked. "I have been ordered to get you ready for Mr. Lorne. You will be allowed to wash, dress, and if you behave and obey, you may get something to eat and drink. You should know this as well, the only thing standing between you and me is Mr. Lorne himself. It's a pity but I think he prefers to have you for himself. But rest assured, if you make the smallest bit of trouble you will be mine instantly. One more thing my brave little girl, your pretty friend will also pay for any problems you might cause. Nod your head if you understand."
Debbie quickly nodded. Her head was beginning to clear. The point now was to stay alive for as long as she could. She also knew that Linda was near cracking and anything that compelled her to talk would seal their fate. At least there was some good news. The Amazon had said that she would be allowed to dress. She hated being naked. It was not just having her breasts and pubic mound exposed for all to see, though that was bad enough. It was so demeaning to be constantly nude in front of clothed people, especially when they had such power over her.
The blindfold was ripped from her face and Debbie eyes immediately began to tear from the strong light. She tossed her head, blinking and squinting until the room around her came into focus. Tanya was standing at the head of the bed beside her. The sight of her made Debbie gasp behind her gag. The Amazon was dressed in a black, skin-hugging, latex body suit with a silver chain belt around her waist, and shod in pumps with four inch stiletto heels. Her hair had been pulled back, giving her face a beautiful yet severe aspect. Debbie couldn't help notice that she was also carrying a short whip in her hand. The whip was not one which would do permanent damage. But Debbie had no doubt it would hurt like hell. The whole outfit would have looked ridiculous on anyone else but on Tanya it seemed natural and positively menacing.
"Untie her," Tanya shouted back to the thugs waiting outside the door. Debbie watched as five monstrous men in sharp suits and stone faces burst into the room and immediately began loosening the ropes that held her down. She was hauled off the bed and on to her feet standing face to face with her Amazon captor. "Remove the gag." Tanya ordered.
Debbie felt a hand reach back from behind her and tear away the tape that held her panties in her mouth. Her lips and tongue were so dry that it took her several seconds to spit out her skimpy string-sided panties. They landed on the floor with a plop.
"Bring her!" Tanya demanded. "And bring her panties." Turning on her heels she exited the room with four men dragging Debbie behind her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the fifth man pick up her white panties from the floor. Once outside, Debbie glanced over her shoulder and saw that the door to Linda's cell was open and the lights were off. Where was Linda? Where were they taking her?
They walked to the end of the corridor and entered a large room.
"Here's the bathroom,' Tanya announced.
Debbie shuddered. The room was large with a row of very high windows, barred and with thick institutional glass. Along one side was a row of six old-fashioned porcelain lavatory bowls. None had a seat and there was not a modesty panel to be seen. Toileting was to be nothing if not public. Debbie noticed the absence of luxuries ... Such as toilet paper. Running along the wall beneath the windows, there was a large bank of sinks with mirrored vanities, along the right hand side was a communal shower area with half a dozen shower heads. Again there were no modesty panels. Everything that went on in there was going to be completely communal
"Cold water only," Tanya declared, adding with a smile. "You'll get used to it ... After a month or so." Beneath each shower head, there was a large steel ring embedded in the wall. Tether point, Debbie realized. Again, she shuddered. There would obviously be no dodging the cold water.
Once again, Tanya read the look of distress on Debbie's face and decided to make the most of it.
"You weren't expecting privacy, were you, bitch?" she snapped. "Now, shower quickly, and then you will make use of the items at the far vanity to make yourself presentable for Mr. Lorne. Then and only them will you be given food."
"Where is Linda?" Debbie demanded.
"That is not your concern." Tanya responded angrily, stroking her whip.
"Well I'm not about to tart myself up for Lorne. You can tell.."
"Silence, you fucking little bitch!" Tanya shouted, raising her whip up as if to strike. The assembled thugs quickly collapsed on Debbie grabbing her arms. Debbie shrank back from Tanya as she charged. Tanya slowly lowered her whip, a calm determined look returned to her face but her eyes blazed with anger.
"Very well then," Tanya said with a wry smile. "I'll inform Mr. Lorne that you refuse to follow his instructions. That'll make it my turn and you are attractive enough for me just the way you are."
Debbie knew she really had no choice. "All right, I'll do as you say. Tell these goons to let me go."
Tanya nodded to the pack. They all stepped away save for two men who dragged Debbie over to one of the lavatories and plopped her on to it, and stood over her. The seat less, porcelain lavatory chilled her bottom. She reddened and closed her eyes in self-denial. When she was finished, the goon pulled her up, dragged her across the room and tossed her under a shower head. Debbie stood there under the gaze of five men and the lecherous Tanya, as the water came on and began to splash over her body. It was freezing cold. Debbie shuddered and instinctively stepped away from the flow.
"If I have to tie you there, you'll not only miss breakfast, I'll leave you there for half an hour," Tanya warned. Debbie got the message. She stepped back under the flow of ice cold water and wondered how she could last a minute, let alone half an hour. Feeling all breasts, she turned her back on the assembled company. It not only allowed her to keep the cold water from hitting her breasts directly, it helped her hide her obvious assets from their gazes of the goons. She reached for the soap.
"Face centre," Tanya snapped, adding "and make sure you wash all of yourself."
Debbie turned, much to the delight of the five goons, her breasts red and her chest heaving. For a second she did nothing.
"I want to see you soap yourself all over, bitch" Tanya snapped "And I want to see you do it now. Do you think you've got all day to dawdle in the shower? So get going, before I start using the whip on those tits of yours."
Knowing that resistance would be futile, Debbie Malley began to lather her shapely chest. She had to rub the soap extra hard against her breasts to get a good lather in the cold water. She looked up to see that the goons were salivating. She almost stopped soaping there and then but a stony glance from Tanya convinced not to. So she moved down over her stomach to her loins.
"Show's over boys," Tanya said, not before time. Debbie was beginning to chill. "We mustn't keep Mr. Lorne waiting and, besides, this is going to be a daily occurrence, so you boys won't miss out. … Now, let's get her made up and dressed."
There was no towel. Debbie was evidently expected to drip dry. But at least she was going to get clothes.
They forced her to sit on one of the chairs next to the sink vanities, while she made up her hair and face as best she could. She glowed red with chagrin as Tanya and the goon squad watched her every move.
When she was finished she was given a few pieces of toasted bread and water in a large plastic tumbler. The toast wasn't even buttered. It wasn't much. But Debbie devoured it hungrily.
She was afraid that she was about to be tied up again but instead one of the thugs placed a shoebox at her feet.
"Now you may dress. You will find your outfit in the box in front of you," Tanya said her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Debbie slowly reached down, picked up the box and put it in her lap. Removing the lid she found a pair of black high heeled pumps and a pair of sheer, tan, French-cut hose.
The shoes had ridiculous five-inch stiletto heels. Debbie had never worn anything more than two-inch heels before. These were impossible. Not just skyscraper high, but dagger heels. Debbie was sure that she would never be able to balance in them.
Then there were the pantyhose.
"I can't wear this," she said, holding up the pantyhose. The garment was made of a mix of sheer nylon and lycra, and it sparkled in the light. "It's far too small."
"One size fits all, bitch," Tanya snarled. "It'll be a tight fit. But then Mr. Lorne likes it that way. Now get it on."
Debbie squeezed into the pantyhose. To her dismay, Debbie found that the V panty was as transparent as the sheer nylon of the legs, every inch of her intimate anatomy was visible through it. It snapped tight around her slender waist. Debbie could never remember having worn pantyhose without panties before. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. She felt squashed between the legs. Debbie put in the shoes and stood in an attempt to prove to herself that she could balance.
"You forget these, bitch" Tanya snapped, tossing Debbie her saliva-sodden panties.
They were fairly damp, but they were better than nothing. Debbie went to peel off the pantyhose to put them on.
A laugh from Tanya indicated that she was making a mistake.
"What do you think you're doing, bitch. They go back in your mouth."
Once again, the Treasury Agent stuffed her mouth with her own panties. Tanya snapped her fingers and one of the goons secured the sodden garment in place with several strips of white medial tape. While one did this, another goon lashed her wrists together behind her back - very, very tightly. Tanya looped one end of a long rope around Debbie's neck.
"Okay, bitch," she said. "Let's go and bid Mr. Lorne good morning."