by Bayezid
Chapter 4
Debbie Malley felt so totally exposed. With her hands lashed together behind her back, she could do nothing to hide her naked breasts. At least she had pantyhose. But that was almost transparent. It did nothing to hide her charms. It merely emphasised them.
Tanya and the goons led her, teetering on the skyscraper heels, into Lorne's office. There, seated on a hard chair was Linda Bowes. Linda's arms were pulled over the chair back and her wrists were lashed together and secured to the strut between the rear chair legs. Her legs were fastened at the ankles and knees and then secured to one of the front chair legs. Her mouth and bulging cheeks were covered with several strips of white adhesive tape, leaving Debbie with little doubt that her mouth was also packed, no doubt with her own panties. And she too wore nothing but sheer, tan pantyhose and black pumps with five-inch heels. Tanya drew up a second chair and placed it next to Linda.
"Secure her," she ordered.
While the goons did her bidding, Tanya came round behind Linda and reaching forward cupped her breasts. Then she mauled and squeezed, stopping only to play with Linda's nipples. Linda writhed under the attack, mewing into her gag in distress. Soon Debbie was tied next to Linda in a mirror image of her fellow captive. But Tanya did not stop. She continued playing with Linda's breasts until Lorne arrived.
"Nice," she whispered into Linda's ear as her boss came into the room. "Soon we will play again."
"Well ladies," Chris Lorne said. "I hope you slept well. You see, we have a full day ahead of us and you are going to need your strength."
As Lorne spoke, he found himself very pleasantly distracted by the beauty of his bound and gagged captives. He was particularly pleased by their shapely legs, enhanced and adorned as they were by the sheer nylon pantyhose each had been forced to wear.
Lorne had given strict instructions to Tanya on how the girls were to be prepared, dressed and presented to him. He was very happy to see that Tanya had followed his instructions to the letter. The two girls were each tightly bound to high wooden chairs. Their mouths had been packed with the panties they were wearing the previous day and their lips were again sealed with white surgical tape. Their arms were behind them, over the chair backs, their wrists lashed together and tethered to a rung between the rear chair legs. Their nylon-sheathed legs were tied at the ankles and above the knees.
Linda sat to the left of Debbie, and with surprising artistry the goons had pulled Linda's legs to the left and Debbie's to the right before lashing them to the corresponding chair leg. This was a touch that pleased Lorne very much. The girls looked demure as well as helpless. Lorne could easily make out the triangle of red hair between Debbie's legs, and dark hair between Linda's. Perhaps he thought, he should have had them tied with their knees apart in order to get a better view. Next time, perhaps.
For now, he enjoyed the way that the sheer, shimmering pantyhose accentuated their long slender legs. Linda of course had fantastic legs. That was why Lorne had hired her. But even she was outclassed by her fellow sufferer. Debbie's long slender thighs that were slightly concave inside and which tapered slightly at the top to leave a delightful space just beneath the crotch. To make things even more enticing, Debbie - in fact both girls - sat in chairs so high that they had to point the tips of their stiletto heeled pumps down to keep contact with the floor.
"I do hope you like your new outfits as much as I do, ladies," Lorne continued. "Because that's all you're getting. No panties, I'm afraid - except of course as gags. …" Debbie retched at the reminder. "…Or bras, even though you are both well enough stacked to need one. … Or anything else. The rest of your clothes have been incinerated. So the two of you can expect to be topless permanently from now on. I shall enjoy watching you bounce about, so to speak."
Lorne stopped to laugh. Tanya joined in. Debbie heard Linda mew with distress. Lorne leaned forward in his chair and put his hands flat upon his desk and stared at Debbie.
"An interesting thing happened last night after we left the office. It seems that a well-armed group of government agents raided my penthouse a few minutes after we left. I'm told they seized my surveillance tapes as well. In case you ladies are wondering, it won't do them a bit of good. We left from a special, underground exit away from any prying electronic eyes. But it certainly provides us with a bit of insight on whom you work for."
Lorne shifted his gaze to Linda. His face again broke into a broad grin but his eyes seemed to glow with an intensity that Linda had never seen before. Linda and Debbie quickly exchanged frightened glances. Things seemed to be getting much worse.
"I think we should start our interrogation with little Linda. Let's see if she has anything she wants to tell us. Tanya, please begin by ungagging our guest. I have a few questions to put to you, my dear. Unless you want a tit whipping tonight, I suggest that you answer them. I am in a generous mood, dear. If you confess all straight away, I might go easy on you."
Linda yelped as the tape was torn from her lips and coughed and splattered as her black lace panties were pulled from her mouth.
Water was held to her lips. Lorne waited while she drank before proceeding.
"Anything to say?" Lorne asked
"If I tell you, you'll only kill us," Linda exclaimed after a second.
"Kill you! Why, whatever gave you that idea. Why would I want to waste all the excellent female flesh you are displaying. No believe me you're both destined to live long lives. They are just going to be extremely uncomfortable ones."
Linda remained silent.
Lorne tolerated the silence for a minute or two, before speaking.
"You have been in my service for quite a long time, haven't you Linda? I suppose long enough to know where you are and what we do here."
"Yes," Linda whispered, "I know what...I know what goes on here."
"Well, why don't you take a moment to enlighten your friend? What is this place?"
"It's a brothel and...a...training school." Linda said, her face turning pale.
Debbie could tell that Linda was growing more frightened. It was clear that her informant and fellow captive was close to cracking. Debbie pulled once more against her bonds. But that had effect other than to make her breasts bounce embarrassingly. She had never felt so helpless.
"A training school for what?" Lorne asked
"For...mistresses...for wealthy men from..."
"For sex slaves sold into brothels in the Middle East or to wealthy Arab businessmen," Lorne interjected. "Yes, a beauty like you could net me a cool million dollars, Linda. Of course, I could always just sell you off to a contact in Bangkok. How would you like to find yourself in a brothel in Thailand? Not a very pleasant place, and the trip there is even worse. We..."
"NO!" Linda cried, "NO, I'll tell you...I'll tell you...I didn't want to do it." Linda stammered.
"Much better, much better," Lorne said with a laugh. "You see Tanya? I knew Linda could be persuaded to see reason. Now then, who is your friend?"
Linda glanced over at Debbie, they both knew that the game was up. Linda looked back at Lorne.
"She is a government agent, I don't know her real name. She approached me right after she was hired. She said they'd put me in jail if I didn't cooperate."
"I see. You poor dear." Lorne laughed again, "What was your friend after? How did she know about the disk delivery?"
"I don't know, I don't know anything else. She told me they were trying to break up your smuggling operation..."
Debbie listened as Linda explained how she had been recruited. She told Lorne nearly everything, carefully leaving out any hint as to Debbie's real name. When she had finished she looked over at Debbie and whispered. "I'm sorry…"
Lorne looked over at Debbie and gave her a broad smile. She was currently squirming in her seat, twisting against the ropes that confined her. Her struggles caused her to mew softly through her panty gag. Lorne loved to watch her fight against the ropes that held her. She was bound far too tightly to make any headway and as she grew more fatigued, her struggles became a delightful nearly sexual writhing, causing her breasts to jiggle and allowing the overhead lights to glint and dance on her bound, nylon sheathed legs.
After Linda had finished Lorne leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on his large desk.
"Oh," Lorne chuckled. "I have just one last question. You LIKE to wear lacy underwear don't you? I can see by your blush that you do. … Well then tell me what or who you think about when you put on those lovely skimpy lace panties or cup your full heavy breasts in a lacy trimmed underwire bra?"
"I..I...I don't think of anything, please, I...."
"Yes, yes I know you very well Linda, looking and feeling sexy is important to you isn't it?"
Linda could only stammer. "Yes, I, no, I don't....
Lorne noticed that Linda blushed deeply and drew his own conclusions. Satisfied, he said nothing, but snapped his fingers and pointed at Linda. Tanya smiled and, picking up Linda's black, saliva-damp panties from the floor, shook them out and then wadded them back into Linda's mouth. Several strips of medical tape pressed down hard over her mouth stopped her ejecting them. Tanya then ripped the tape from Debbie's mouth with a flurry and prized out Debbie's panties and dropped those on to the floor. The Treasury Agent coughed and spluttered. Lorne allowed her a drink of cold water before starting.
"Well now, do you have anything to add, Miss Government Agent?" Lorne asked.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Debbie said with an unsteady voice.
"No, no, that won't do. You can either tell me what I want to know or I can turn you over to Tanya. Either way, I am going to get the information I need."
Debbie glanced over at Tanya and then looked back at Lorne.
"All right. I'm Special Agent Debbie Malley," she said. With that she began to answer Lorne's questions, lying and telling half truths the entire time. She knew she had to buy time and since Linda had already spilled most of it there seemed no good reason to endure a session with Tanya to deny Lorne information he already knew. After twenty intense minutes Lorne seemed satisfied.
"Now, what do you suggest I do with the pair of you?" Lorne asked.
"Let us go," Debbie snapped
The ferocity of Debbie Malley's demand startled him.
"Let you go, Ms. Malley. Why should we? I have you at my disposal, to play with as I wish. Why should I let you go and deprive Tanya of her fun? Or me of mine? Even if I were of a mind to let you go, those excellent tits of yours would make me change my mind. Besides you and your friend will no doubt make excellent hostages should the need arise and excellent slave girls if it doesn't," Lorne said. He again leaned back in his big chair looking over at Tanya he smiled broadly.
"I have a final, more personal question to ask," he said. "What is your bra size?" he hissed suddenly. "Tell me. Or Tanya will measure you," he ordered.
Debbie Malley sat speechless. She was not inclined to answer, but there was not doubt in her mind that Lorne would have the Amazon measure her chest. So what choice did she have?
"Thirty-four C," she whispered back, blushing.
"Thirty four C," Lorne repeated. "What do you think of that, Tanya?"
The Amazon was again drooling.
"Excellent," she mumbled. "This one certainly has an excellent tit-to-waist ratio."
Tit-to-waist ratio, Debbie groaned inwardly. What the hell is that?
"You took the words out of my mouth, Tanya," Lorne continued. What is your waist measurement, Malley?" he asked.
Again, Debbie wished to refuse. But she had to play along.
"Twenty-two inches," she said. The blush across her chest deepened.
"Indeed, Tanya. You were right," Lorne said. "Thirty-four C tits and a twenty-two-inch waist. A first rate tit-to-waist ratio. … Now, Malley, don't be shy. Tell us your hip measurement as well"
"Thirty-four inches," Debbie stammered. The blush deepened further.
"Now remind me of all your measurements," Lorne answered. "Just so Tanya and I won't forget."
Debbie fumed. But it was hardly worth blowing it having gone this far.
"Thirty-four, twenty-two, thirty-four," she replied, the blush now all consuming.
Chris Lorne watched the beautiful pair of breasts in front of him heave. He was running over time. But this wasn't the moment to let her off the hook. Besides, he was enjoying watching Tanya burning up with lust.
"Oh, dear, Malley," Lorne sighed. "You missed out your bra cup size. Still I am a generous man. You may have one more go."
Debbie Malley strained at her bonds for an instant. But nothing gave.
"Thirty-four C, twenty-two, thirty-four," she answered, reddening.
Debbie knew that the intrusion was only to embarrass her - in which respect it was working. Despite the question about her chest, she noticed that Lorne seemed more interested in her legs than her exposed breasts. Whenever he looked at her or questioned her, his eyes always seemed to wander from her nylon-masked bush to the pointed tips of her bound feet. This caused her to shift uncomfortably in her seat and distracted her focus from answering his questions.
"Well, I think that will do for now." He nodded to Tanya who picked up Debbie's panties, balled them up and stuffed them between her lips, sealing them shut with three strips of white tape.
Lorne got up from his chair and slowly walked around from behind his desk, stopping in front of Debbie. She looked up at him, eyes flashing in anger over her gagged lips.
"What do you think Tanya?" Lorne asked
"I think half of what she told you was a bunch of lies and the other half you already knew," she answered.
"Of course she was lying! But let's say we have half the truth," he replied.
"Give her to me, and you'll soon have the other half." Tanya said, twisting her whip in her hand.
Debbie couldn't stop a look of fright from crossing her face. She tossed her head back and forth and moaned in protest as she again fought to free herself from the cruel knots that held her fast.
"That won't be necessary," Lorne laughed. "I have learned what I need for the moment."
"Now," he continued, looking down at Debbie's nylon-clad legs. "I am afraid that I shall have to continue our little interrogation session a bit later. Pressure of work and all that. Still, don't fret. I'll not ignore you. One of you can spend the day in my office as decoration. The other will be Tanya's to play with."
This time Debbie and Linda mewed almost simultaneously, much to the amusement of their captors.
Lorne signalled to Tanya who opened the door and ordered in a pair of waiting thugs.
"You may start with little Linda here" Lorne said looking at Tanya, I have more business with Ms. Malley."
Linda let out a long squeal of protest that emerged as a high pitch moan from behind her gag. Tanya had the goons untie her ankles and knees while she attached a collar and leash to her lovely captive.
"Goodbye Linda!" Lorne laughed, "I hope you and Tanya have a wonderful time." Debbie looked over her shoulder and saw Linda being lead out of the door. Lorne looked down on Debbie and ran his hand through her rich red hair.
"Unfortunately duty calls, my dear, but don't worry I won't be too long. In the meantime just make yourself comfortable here in my office." With that he turned on his heels and left the room, closing the door behind him. Debbie again struggled against the ropes that held her but after a few minutes of fruitless effort she leaned back into her chair and was still.