“Have you prepared the prisoner?” Senior Agent Rachel Taylor demanded of the two men guarding the young woman they had snatched off the street.
“Yeah, she's in the main bedroom, tied up and stripped to her underwear as you wanted,” Jackson replied. There was a hint of disapproval in his voice.
“Good, she'll be feeling vulnerable and isolated, “it should be easy to intimidate her and get the information we need. Hopefully we won't need to apply too much pressure.”
By pressure she meant torture, both male agents were aware of the euphemisms the agency encouraged.
Wearing a grey business suit with a skirt that rode just above the knees and tan hose Taylor looked every inch the professional executive.
Although not a field agent she had proved her worth to the agency by analysing intelligence reports and successfully converting them into meaningful information. Several cases had been solved thanks to her, and more than one senator owed his life to Taylor's skills. She intended to rise even further, and the one thing lacking in her resume was field work. The little bitch tied up and gagged in the bedroom was going to provide that field work experience, whether she like it or not.
As she entered the room Taylor casually opened her jacket exposing the presence of a small .25 calibre pistol. Holstered at her waist. That should help intimidate the prisoner enough to loosen her tongue.
She strode over to the bed and unceremoniously slapped the bound girl. Ignoring the angry glare from the captive she yanked the bandage down and pulled the gag out of her mouth.
“Well, slut, you're in a lot of trouble,” she began encouragingly, “we've got enough on you to charge you with helping terrorists, accessory to murder and treason. The only choice you have is between a long gaol sentence and the death penalty.”
The prisoner's sore red cheeks blanched white at that, but she still managed:
“I want a deal, one that keeps me free...”
Taylor leaned forward and put her lips to the girls left ear.
“Sluts like you don't get to make deals,” she whispered in the most menacing tone she could manage, “they take what crumbs they are offered and at the moment ...”
She paused. Something hard was pressing against the side of her rib cage.
Damn, the bitch had lifted her gun somehow and was about to use it …
“I can be useful to you. While I've been tied up here I've been doing a lot of thinking, putting together bits of information I had, making sense of them.”
“Really!” Taylor snarled, furious at her self for being so careless. Could she wrestle the gun off the girl without getting shot?
“We can help each other. Your men said that you'd lost three agents. I think I know where they are being held ….”
“Rubbish, they'll be dead by now.”
“No my employers want to sell them – they must have information that will be useful to some of our customers. If you can stage a rescue it will help your career at the CIA :-”
“We're not the CIA.”
“Oh, but it'll still help your career. It'll be better than admitting you lost your gun to a girl who was bound and gagged in her underwear on a bed. People might get the wrong impression ...”
Taylor reddened at the implication, but she knew it would be the end of her career if word of this episode got out. And she would be branded a lesbian who tried to take advantage of a helpless girl. After any enquiry she'd be lucky to have a job at the agency counting paper clips. In the worst case scenario she'd be regarded as a liability, and disposed of accordingly.
She had only two options: silence the bitch permanently or cooperate with her: for now.
“All right you win. What do you want.”
The prisoner stated her demands.
Taylor fumed. For a moment she struggled to control herself.
“All right,” she said after a few more seconds. “I can arrange for immunity from prosecution if your intelligence is accurate and we save my people. As for the rest …. “
“Next time you visit, you dress like I said, then we can negotiate further,” came the sullen response.
To Taylor's surprise the information the prisoner provided proved accurate. The three missing agents, two men and a woman, were found trussed up in a warehouse on the south side of the town. The rescue mission resulted in the deaths of two men suspected of dealing in illicit arms shipment. All in all a brilliant days work.
Taylor's star was rising even faster. The agency chiefs were impressed that she had managed to cultivate contacts that could provide her with such valuable information.
The only fly in the ointment was the annoying little prisoner. Still Taylor had made a deal, and she was, if nothing else, a woman who kept her word, more or less.
Jackson and Chadwick watched with some surprise when Taylor came to the safe house and began to strip. For her it was humiliating but it could have been worse. Jackson was an experienced operative who would keep his mouth shut on principle, and knew better than to ogle her. As for Chadwick, she had seen his file: he would have no interest in her, whether stripped to her underwear or even naked. Besides a word from her could end his career at the agency, and she knew how keen his was to serve his country in this way.
“Right, I'm down to bra and panties, as requested by that slut. If you would check me for concealed weapons Jackson?”
“You sure?”
“I made a deal, and as embarrassing as this is I don't go back on my word. Besides I am sure she has more information that will be useful to me.”
“You mean the agency.”
“Just get on with it.”
Chadwick, whose face had been growing redder by the minute finally managed to drag his eyes away from the senior agent's magnificent and ample breasts. With a hurried 'excuse me' he left the room.
“Probably never gets the chance to see a woman naked, given his lifestyle,” Taylor commented, trying to hide her own embarrassment.
“Hmm, yeah,” mumbled Jackson. “Right, assume the position: arms out at your sides, legs slightly apart.”
Taylor complied trying to appear nonchalant at this indignity.
As if to hide his own reactions Jackson stood behind her. She felt a tug as he pulled her bra strap and unfastened it. He spent a moment or two examining it, then, satisfied he moved his hands round to the front of her body. Slowly his fingers searched through the cups of the purple 34D bra feeling for any hard object or anything the didn't belong.
Taylor felt her nipples harden. She didn't need to look to know they were pushing forward like twin pistons. At least Jackson was a gentleman she assured herself: he wouldn't try to take advantage of her in this vulnerable position.
The fingers finished with the bra and started gently stroking her breasts. Strong gentle fingers slowly carefully gliding over the soft flesh of each breast then teasing the nipples.
She could feel herself becoming wet, and could do nothing to stop the erotic desires building up. A moan escaped her lips.
“Are you OK? “Jackson sounded worried. “I'm sorry I had to check you hadn't taped anything on or under your breasts.”
Taylor nodded.
“I'm fine she managed in a voice far too husky to be authoritative. “Just carry on. Please.”
Seconds later those same strong hands were pulling her panties down, ever so slowly gently. The anticipation was almost to much She though she was going to climax before they were off. Waves of pleasure built up and assaulted her, and it was only a supreme effort of will that kept her from crying out in anticipation. Hurry up, dammit and grope me, ravish me she thought – to hell with the prisoner take me here now on the carpet, be rough be gentle but bloody do it.
Suddenly she realised his fingers were brushing against her mound.
“Oh my God,” he exclaimed, “you're wet. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to … I didn't intend to molest you.”
With that he removed his hands and headed for the bathroom.
“Dammit” she spat aloud. Jackson, the swine, was too much of a gentleman.
He returned with a towel and quickly dried her womanhood. She had to ram a hand into her mouth as she climaxed under this vigorous rubbing.
“Sorry, again,” Jackson assured her.
“Not a word of this to anyone,” the auburn haired woman ordered, trying to regain some control of the situation. Dammit Jackson was a good looking agent in a rugged sort of way: under that casual grey shirt was a well toned body that was crying out to be touched, kissed fondled … She shook her head and pulled her underwear back on.
At least no-one had witnessed the incident, and she was sure that Jackson's discretion could be relied on.
So it was that she entered the main bedroom to continue negotiations with the prisoner.
** * * * * * * * * * **
“Your information was good,” Taylor conceded to the girl on the bed.
Behind the gag the girl beamed.
“Mmmmph I ..old u urg,” she managed before Taylor yanked the bandage down and pulled the cloth from her mouth.
“Maybe we can work together,” the agent conceded. “I've already arranged for you to have immunity from prosecution for theft, espionage, treason and accessory to murder.”
“Oh good, we can be like sisters,” the girl enthused almost like a love starved puppy.
Reluctantly Taylor sat on the bed, then suspicious of the girl's motives moved to straddle her trapping the girl between her thighs.
Now let her try something.
“I've been working a lot of things out in my head. I stole a load of computer files for my employers. At first I thought they were into industrial espionage. But after I found the password for one of the files I learnt a lot more. I can give you the details of a corporation that is manufacturing biological weapons for a paramilitary organisation in the middle east. That has to be worth a lot to you.”
“Give me the name and I'll check it,” Taylor replied. Truth to tell she was having difficulty concentrating on the girl's outpouring. Her mind was on Jackson and that search. She felt hot just thinking about it, and could feel her mound throbbing at the thought of his hands on her body.
“What?” Taylor demanded, vaguely aware the girl had said something.
“Lean over so I can whisper in your ear. Tied up like this with you on top of me I can hardly reach up can I?”
Reluctantly Taylor leaned forward, her brain still racing with thoughts of Jackson searching her. Perhaps she could find an excuse for him to do it again.
As she leaned over the girl's ear the prisoner again did the unexpected. She shot her head up to Taylor's face, and then kissed her. The agent was too stunned to resist and before she could prevent it the girl's tongue was deep in her mouth, probing searching, stimulating her. At the same time the throbbing in her vagina increased. It was almost as if some were caressing her through her panties, arousing her to another climax.
What! Someone was assaulting her sex. With an effort she pulled her mouth away from the long lingering kiss.
“You bitch,” she breathed huskily. “Stop that.”
“Hmm that lasted nearly a minute. I didn't expect longer than ten seconds.
Taylor's breathing was getting heavier now. The delicate caressing was now becoming more intense. She couldn't let this girl bring her to orgasm, she'd never live it down. With a supreme effort of will she managed to haul herself off the bound girl whose hands fluttered in front of her still secured by the white rope, but with just enough movement to reach someone foolish enough to sit astride her.
“You stupid little bitch,” Taylor said unconvincingly. “Do you have any idea what you've just done. Do you know he penalty for sexually assaulting a federal agent?”
“Hmm about the same as disarming said agent while bound and gagged helplessly on a bed?”
“You weren't gagged,” was Taylor's feeble response. Even to her it sounded pathetic.
“I'm sure your bosses will appreciate the difference,” the girl responded, “and how dangerous I am when I'm not gagged, they'll mmmppphh ot u urgh mmmmpph in?” she finished as Taylor rammed a purple piece of cloth into her mouth.
The girl's eyes widened in shock as she realised what Taylor had done. She must have been mad to strip off her underwear to gag her with! It came as no surprise to realise the panties were quite damp. Score another one for the prisoner!
The bandage was quickly refastened, and the girl shook helplessly with laughter. Taylor stormed out of the bedroom to grab her clothes and get back to the agency.