Archives BBS Original Text by Felix Dartmouth (C) Archives BBS, 1996 www.archw.com AEJ 8 E Angelica, in her sheer teddy, hogtied and gagged on the bed under the covers, a rope running from her throat through her middle to her handcuffs, and another cord lashing her neck to the bedframe against the wall, tried to rise as she saw Stacy, in the frightening black leather hood, ushered into the room. She wondered how Stacy, only moments ago free, was suddenly enmeshed into this most complex bondage. "I'm going to take a quick shower," said Jim to his to lovely charges. Reaching into his briefcase, he took out a pair of handcuffs, and locked them quickly onto Stacy's ankles around the remaining strands of cord that remained from her imprisonment by Fernando that morning. Then, he took a black silk headbag, and placed it over Angelica's dark tresses and black leather gag-strap, and he began to undress. With both his girls securely trussed up and blinded, he put his clothes on the bed, and started the water running in the shower. Stacy sat still, but Angelica protested her constrictions by heaving in her bonds on the bed. Jim gazed at her and smiled. He was nude, but the girls could not know that. If they were not so tied and blindfolded, he could be said to be violating them by being undressed. He took a quick hot shower, and came out towelling himself. His charges hand made no headway on their bonds. Stacy, with the handcuffs locked about her ankles, could not even move from her chair, and Angelica still was working on trying to escape her impossible bondage. Leisurely, Jim shaved, dried his hair, and put on casual cotton clothes. He decided that the best course of action would probably be to turn Angelica over to the Women's Prison after calling a press conference for Stacy. Picking up the phone, he called the Women's Prison. He discussed Angelica, naming her, and indicating that she will be delivered for a period of up to four days, and that she should be held in solitary confinement in bondage, in order to effect maximum security. His conversation was in Spanish, which Angelica understood, and she writhed in anxiety as his plan was unfolded to her. Stacy of course did not understand the plan, and she sat quietly, her breasts throbbing at their tips. Jim hung up the phone, then went around behind Stacy and began to untangle the blonde curls from the laces that drew the soft kid leather about her gagged face. He worked on the combination lock at the nape of her neck and it fell away. A few more tugs on the laces, and the leather could be lifted away. Stacy shook her blonde hair, now sweaty, and looked up at Jim with an extremely distressed look on her face. Smiling, Jim bent over and unlocked the handcuffs on her ankles, and then stood, and worked on the strap that held in her ball-gag. As the gag popped from her mouth, she pleaded. "Jim, please, leave me trussed up, but please take off the nipple clips!" "Allright, allright," said Jim, "here stand up." He took her into his arms, and kissed her. Her lips received him, and her face still smelled of the kid leather of the discipline helmet. "Jim, please the clips!" Stacy stood back, and proffered her breasts, which, extended by the ropes about her elbows thrust towards him. He unbuttoned the buttons on her thick cotton blouse and carefully examined the shiny metal discs that were clamped onto her nipples. "I have bad news, Stacy. These clips appear to be locked on!" "Oh my God, Jim, you've just got to get them off!. Maybe some soap?" pleaded Stacy. Jim examined them closely. Stacy's breasts were obviously inflamed around the metal. "It's possible that a handcuff key can undo these. Let's give it a try." He took a key out of his pocket, and inserted it into the small hole. Carefully holding the clips still, he turned. "Jim, they're getting tighter!" cried Stacy. "Ok," said Jim. "But it looks like we are in luck." He turned the opposite way, and Stacy sighed in relief. First one clip fell away, and a few turns later the other did likewise. Stacy's nipples, extended by her tipless bra, were inflamed, and slightly bruised, but other than that, none the worse for wear. "Oh, Jim, thank you!" She approached him, and he kissed her deeply. Turning aside after a moment, she said, "Aren't you going to unbind me?" "Is there any particular reason why I should? In fact, didn't you say that I could keep you trussed up? Not that I need your permission." "I said that, but I was under duress," replied Stacy. Jim kissed her again, and Stacy began to moan. Angelica, hooded, but able to hear what was going on, began to struggle in her hogtie. Stacy looked over at her. "We are going to need to park her for a while at the Women's Prison," said Jim, lightly messaging Stacy's bruised breasts. Stacy winced. "What then?" asked Stacy. "Are we going to come back to the hotel and relax?" "Not on your life," replied Jim. "We have to reinfiltrate you back into captivity to find Renee' Wentworth." "Jim, I almost forgot! I have the map to find Renee', but you have to untie me first so I can give it to you." "I don't think that I need to untie you at all," said Jim. "I can just to search you while you are bound. Let's start under your dress." Jim began pull up on her dress, and his hands went up her legs, tickling as he ascended. Stacy let out a peal. "Jim, stop, don't, don't, stop!" She laughed loudly and struggled to the limits of her limited freedom. Her dress fully hiked, Jim pretended to look for the map that Fernando had hidden on her. Shortly, after many more pleas and struggles from Stacy he desisted. "Well, I guess that it's not down there," he said. "Let's try upstairs." He unbuttoned her blouse and began to search through her bra, and around her back, again with no success. Knowing where it really must be, he reached into her skirt just underneath her belly- button and drew out the small slip of paper. It was really not a map, but a set of directions in Spanish. He read them intently. "Jim, untie me!" pleaded Stacy. Jim continued to read. Absentmindedly Jim began to untie the ropes at Stacy's elbows, leaving her with her skirt hiked up, her blouse unbuttoned and her hair mussed, and still in the set of handcuffs. Her elbows freed, Stacy could now adjust her skirt downward. Jim put the slip of paper down on the bed, and took a handcuffs key out of his pocket and handed it to Stacy. She turned her back to receive it, and anxiously but awkwardly placed it into the keyholes and was soon freed. She threw the handcuffs onto the bed next to the trussed up Angelica. They fell with a clatter. Except for the rope still tied about her throat and the short tether about her ankles, she was free. "This is actually quite close to this location," said Jim. "What we should do is plant a bug in you, and after a news conference have you walk into the storefront where there are keeping Renee'. Their cover appears to be an import-export shop near downtown. We can monitor your movements from there. Of course, we have to get Angelica dressed, trussed up and behind bars in a safe place first. We obviously cannot leave her just hogtied in this hotel room. She is sure to be captured, and them we would have two problems on our hands." "You mean that I'm supposed to just walk in there? How do you know that they won't just shoot me?" Stacy was thinking back to what Fernando had said. "You are valuable property to them. They really don't have to worry about your talking if you are in their custody about to be sold." Stacy sat on the bed, and began to try to untie the cords that tethered her ankles. The knots were too tight. Jim handed her a pocket knife, and she cut them free, and handed the knife and the cords to Jim. He threw the cords into the wastebasket and pocketed the knife. Archives BBS Original Text by Felix Dartmouth (C) Archives BBS, 1996 www.archw.com