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Undercover AgentAgent XX8 was on her latest job when the phone rang. In fact, she was just about done with that job. Staking out a subject, and gaining their trust was all in a day's work for the agent. It just so happened that this particular subject had a fondness for the more kinky side of things. It was agent XX8's direct superior, who was referred to by the enigmatic title of "Mother Mary". She wanted to know whether XX8 had wrapped up things with her last assignment. "As good as done," replied XX8, "got myself into a bit of a muddle, but certainly nothing I can't handle." The agent shuffled around a little, her elbows did hurt, but she wasn't going to let that on. "Glad to hear that," said Mother Mary, "because I've got a new job for you." While agent XX8's superior was talking, she absent-mindedly brought down the whip on a hapless subject, who prostrated herself bound, gagged and blindfolded in front of her. "Are those whiplashes I'm hearing?" inquired the agent. "Either you are having fun without me, or your interrogation techniques aren't as fast as you have been claiming." |
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My Own NemesisSitting, or rather hanging, uncomfortably as I was, I tried to reflect on what had happened. With my eyes blindfolded there was no telling what my surroundings looked like, and I had no immediate recollection of being bound in this position. My arms and wrists hurt but I was not cold. I didn't struggle nor try to break free. I knew I couldn't no matter how hard I tried. I considered screaming out, but the knowledge of the futility of that action weighed heavily on me. I thought it best to re-assemble what vague recollections I had into something resembling sense. I fiercely remember running away. My heart filled with terror, I ran as fast as I could. My hands bound behind my back, adding difficulty to keeping my balance. |
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RivalsOpposite her, on the other hand, is Sylvie, a newcomer on the scene, determined to gain her share in the spotlight - much to Linda's chagrin. The latter would nothing rather than rid the stage from this late arrival. And so the sorty goes that both models spend a hearty hour arguing and throwing very unlady-like remarks across to each other. Sylvie's argument, had - on the whole - little impact on Linda, who seemed more bored than anything else by this argument. (Yet, us readers know her true intent!) It didn't look good though. Sylvie's words were very heated and she was determined not to have her show (or at least, chance at a show) stolen from her, and was not afraid to exclaim so, even if it meant spicing it up with a variety of threats. In the end it became quite clear to Sylvie that this was going nowhere. She turned around in a huff and darted off, ready to slam the door behind her as she went. |