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Lindsay, and Megan were in the office
the Rookie shared with Megan.
Veronica was in one of the visitor
chairs, sitting in
the reverse position with her back to the others and facing the
wall. Her knees were splayed
and her legs were on either side of the chair's back legs. This
causing her skirt to ride up, exposing her
pantyhose-clad legs all the way to her upper thighs. Much more
would have been on display, of course, if she'd been facing the
others. In any case, at
the moment there wasn't a lot she could do about it. Her
behind her back, and her wrists were crossed between her shoulder
blades and pressed against her spine, high on her back. Tight,
neatly hitched bands
of soft, white cotton rope were keeping them there. Doubled
strands of the same rope
yoked her shoulders, passing from armpit to armpit by way
of the back collar of her jacket, and additional bands encircled her
arms, above and below her breasts, and were hitched between her arms
"The final knot is tied at the nap of the neck," Claudia lectured, as
she looped the remaining rope under the shoulder ropes and gave it a
"'Nape'," Lindsay corrected. "A 'nap' is what the Rookie takes
every day after lunch."
"Very funny," Veronica huffed, then gasped and bit her lower lip as
Claudia's actions caused all the ropes to tighten even further, but she
She'd volunteered to be
Claudia's "practice dummy" and she wasn't about to wimp out
"Bondarella and her accomplices always use the same
unique version of the 'Tudor rose' for the final knot," Claudia
fingers flew with practiced skill and an elegant, symmetrical
of intertwined loops coalesced. She gave the now very short free
ends a firm tug, and the knot compacted. "This is, how you say,
the trademark. Almost any knot would do, of course, as the Signorina cannot
possibly reach the knot."
"I can vouch for that," Veronica muttered, twisting her upper body and
fluttering her fingers.
"And this is one of their favorite ties?" Lindsay drawled, leaning
peer at Veronica's bonds.
confirmed. She then took a step back, affording Megan a better
her handiwork. "The vittima would
just as helpless and much more comfortable if the arms were tied
lower on the back, but they always use what is called the
'crossed-wrist reverse-prayer'. Nawa-do
techniques are used by many, and there is always the variation; but
position I place the arms, the order in which I tie the ropes, and the
final knot, are, like I say, the trademark."
"What about the rope," Megan
asked. "The pictures in the files
don't look like this stuff."
"They always use the four-strand hemp, conditioned so it
stiff," Claudia explained. "I use the cotton clothesline as it is
the best I
find in the store."
"You've done your homework," Lindsay observed.
"I have cataloged and studied all the techniques and restraints shown
in the photographs in all the files," Claudia confirmed, "in the hope
Alas, it has not. All the items used are either widely available
or cannot be traced. I have learned how
they use the rope by... the experiment."
"I bet you're a real hit at dinner parties," Veronica muttered,
continuing to test her bonds.
"Scusa?" Claudia frowned.
Lindsay and Megan exchanged smiles. "I seriously doubt Signorina Bosco conducts public
bondage exhibitions, Rookie," Lindsay purred.
"Certainly not!" Claudia said, indignantly... then a smile curled her
"Oh, you make the joke." She leaned close, took a firm grip of
and helped her stand. The diminutive blonde
turned and sat back down.
Claudia pointed to Veronica's
breasts. They were lifted and pinched by the ropes, and the top
buttons of her jacket
and blouse had opened and the garments were pulled to either side,
causing her to
cleavage than was usual (including a significant peek of lacy white
bra). "If the vittima has
she continued, "they often bind them like
the... uh..." She used her hands to pantomime an expanding
"Balloons?" Megan suggested.
"Yes, the balloons," Claudia nodded. "In the case of Agent
Mars, however, this is not possible."
Veronica affected her trademark sly smirk. "We can't all have massive hooters," she
"'Hooters'?" Claudia asked, with a puzzled frown.
Before anyone could answer, Gracie stuck her head through the
office," she ordered, and just as quickly was gone.
Claudia, Lindsay, and Megan smiled at Veronica, then stood and headed
"Hey, what about me?" the little blonde asked in dismay.
"I assume that includes you, Agent Mars," Lindsay called back over her
shoulder... then Veronica
Veronica sighed, hauled herself to her feet, and followed the
"By all means," she muttered under her breath, "let's mess with the
and Lindsay filed into Dana Scully's
office. Lindsay pulled the door closed and the group settled
into the visitor chairs in front of the desk and the sofa against one
leader was behind her desk and Gracie, her second in command, was
standing near the window with her arms crossed below her
breasts. Both appeared to be somewhat unhappy.
Lindsay was the first to speak. "I take it the calls
didn't go well?"
Scully and Gracie had been in a series of conference calls for nearly
trying to talk various DoJ attorneys into pursuing search warrants for
various business establishments on the list of possible Bondarella
contacts supplied by the NSA.
Scully shook her head. "Not surprising, really. We don't
have anything we can call probable cause, and they aren't willing to
take the heat by going the
FISA route. There is a
foreign connection, but no evidence of
terrorism, espionage, or imminent threat to National Security.
The lack of
corroborating detail from the NSA doesn't help."
Gracie's frown deepened. "Where is—?"
She was interrupted by a rattling noise from the office door. The
watched as the doorknob repeatedly
turned and slipped. This continued
for a few seconds... then the knob slowly turned and the door creaked
open... revealing a kneeling Veronica Mars, still helplessly bound (of
"Mars," Gracie growled (after winking at Scully), "get in here and stop
Veronica climbed to her feet and walked into the office. "Sorry
I'm late," she said, smiling brightly and as self-confident as
"I was... a little tied up?"
The group groaned. Veronica looked around, but all the seats
were taken. She shrugged, then faced her boss and smiled.
Scully smiled back. It was
impossible not to like this kid.
"It appears you still are. We were discussing our lack of success
regarding search warrants," she
Veronica frowned. "We'll still be conducting interviews, won't
"Of course," Scully nodded, then addressed the group as a whole.
"Turn on the charm and see what you can discover. If anything
looks suspicious, let me know about it and I'll try again for a
try not to raise any hackles and cause them to lawyer-up.
Now, suggestions on where to start?"
Claudia cleared her throat and consulted a copy of the list. "We
we start with 'Hello
Pussy', 'Leatherotica', 'BDL', and 'Stocks and Bondage'. They all
sell the bondage equipment. If the gang is preparing to take the vittima,
they might have made the recent purchase. No?"
Scully nodded. "Sounds reasonable."
"As good as anything else I can think of," Gracie sighed.
"The four Claudia named are the closest things we have to low-hanging
Lindsay added. "'Pussy' and 'Leatherotica' are retail
stores, both of which also do internet business. The other
strictly wholesale, and those four are the only 'specialty' stores on
list. All the rest are more problematic.
Realtors and hardware and electronics suppliers... that sort of
We need to
examine their records, of course; but it will take time to discern any
patterns, even with the proprietors' full cooperation. And before
any actual kidnapping takes place, enabling us to focus the search,
it'll probably lead to something only if the
gang suddenly gets stupid, like by using the same
credit card at several different businesses—"
"And signing the invoices 'Bondarella'," Veronica added.
Scully nodded. "Okay." She glanced at Gracie. "You
and Megan take two..." She shifted focus to
Lindsay. "And you and Agent Mars take the other two, okay?"
Lindsay sighed, frowning at Veronica. "If I have to," she
muttered. It was clear she was kidding. "I suppose I'll
to untie her."
"You could just flip open her ID and slip it between the chest ropes,"
"Such incredible wit," Veronica purred, then squirmed in her ropes and
favored her new partner with a heartbreakingly pitiful pout.
"Okay, okay," Lindsay chuckled, and stepped behind the helpless little
"I show you how to untie the rose," Claudia offered.
"Don't bother," Lindsay said, and started fiddling with the knot in
question. Several seconds later she sighed and took a step
back. "Okay," she muttered, "I guess I'm a klutz."
"It is, how you say, the 'puzzle knot'," the Italian beauty
In less than five seconds she had the rose knot untied and
was loosening the rest of the ropes.
"Work out who's going where," Scully ordered. "Agent Bosco and I
will remain here, doing what we
can with the rest of the list. And we still have absolutely no
identity of Bondarella's target," she reminded the team.
"I was expecting some
squalid little storefront," Veronica noted as Lindsay maneuvered their
requisitioned sedan into the parking lot, "but this place is
big." She frowned as Lindsay pulled into a slot at
the far end of the lot and well away from the storefront and the main
road. "Why are we parking all the way out here?"
"I don't want anybody to notice the GSA sticker in the back window,"
"Afraid we'll get reported by an alert citizen for patronizing a den of
iniquity while on
"There's that," Lindsay drawled, "but mainly I don't want whoever's
inside to think we're anything other than regular customers."
"Not until we're ready to tell them," Veronica nodded in agreement.
The store was one of several retail businesses on this
stretch of semi-rural highway. Its closest neighbors were an
automotive parts establishment on one side, a large comics store
on the other, and a mattress warehouse across the highway. There
was nothing remarkable about the structure. The exterior walls
prefab concrete slabs, the flat roof was metal, and the front
was one continuous expanse of picture windows.
The only thing unusual was the signage—pink letters on a black
background that read "Leatherotica"
a script font, and underneath, in block letters,
"YOUR ONE-STOP SHOP FOR KINK & CONTROL".
Looking through the windows as they approached the front door, they
racks of leather clothing and other items, in a rainbow of colors, as
as mannequins dressed (and often restrained) in elaborate
automatic doors swished open, a gong announced their arrival, and they
were engulfed by the aroma of
"Wow!" Veronica gasped, looking around with wide eyes. The entire
store appeared to be deserted, but she heard a quiet humming sound and
turned to the right to find a female figure dressed in black
leather thigh-boots, corset, harness, arm-binder, and a full-head
helmet. It was was slowly twisting and squirming, and what were
obviously prerecorded mewling sounds were being piped through a small
speaker. A sign at the base of its display pedestal read:
"Audio-Animatronic Gynoid by Roboto-Corp®"
"Not very convincing," Lindsay drawled, eying the writhing form.
"I'll say," Veronica agreed. The "skin" peeking through the
leather costume was shining
plastic dyed an unrealistic flesh-tone, and its "struggles"
were unmistakably mechanical.
"Welcome to Leatherotica," a female voice announced from the
left. "How may I
Veronica flinched in
surprise. "Oh, you're real." What she
had thought to be another mannequin had taken a step forward.
female figure was dressed in a skintight catsuit of black leather,
knee-boots and gloves. Her long, straight, brown hair fell down
back in a tight ponytail, and a pair of very pretty brown eyes peeked
Zorro mask of black leather. The mask did nothing to diminish her
girlish beauty. A
silver name tag above her right breast read "Betty".
"I'm very real," Betty
purred, looking Veronica up and down. "You're the bottom."
"Huh?" Veronica responded.
"Silence," Lindsay growled, addressing her partner, then turned to
the clerk. "Of course she's the bottom," she drawled. "Her
birthday is next week, and I'm looking for a present."
"Huh?" Veronica blinked—then the light dawned. "Oh, thank you, Mistress," she gushed,
taking Lindsay's hand and giving it an enthusiastic and very wet kiss.
"Stop it," Lindsay hissed, then focused on the smiling
clerk. "Any suggestions?"
"A new collar is always nice," Betty suggested, gesturing towards a
case across the room. They walked in that direction, passing
racks of catsuits, corsets, harnesses, and straps. Inside the
dozens of leather collars, some rather thin and lightweight, some that
looked like they'd been made for large attack dogs, and
some that could be better described as neck braces rather than
They also varied in style and color. Some had metal studs or
and a few were actually steel collars lined with leather.
Betty opened the case and selected a black leather collar. It
was comprised of two straps, a two-inch inner band and a slightly
outer band. Steel rivets linked them together and anchored three
rings, evenly spaced
around the circumference. A roller-buckle secured the collar in
this the 'Utility' line," she said, handing the collar to
"Why don't you try it on your slave while I fetch the matching
cuffs." She turned and walked to another case.
Veronica favored her partner with a wry smile. "Haven't I been
messed with enough today?" she whispered.
Lindsay opened the collar and smiled back. "Play along," she
whispered back. "This'll put her at her ease. After a
tour of the place and a little happy-talk, we'll flash our badges and
let her know we're not
Veronica raised her hands and lifted her hair away from her neck.
bow to your many years of field experience, Mistress," she purred.
Lindsay chuckled as she buckled the collar around Veronica's
neck. "Hold that
pose," she drawled, then walked a slow circle around the grinning
blonde. "I like it."
"It's a little tight," Veronica muttered.
"It looks perfect, to me," Betty said. She had returned with two
sets of cuffs and a tangle of lightweight chrome chain. She
handed them all to Lindsay, then retrieved one of the cuffs. She
Veronica's right hand and started buckling the cuff around her
"These are also part of the 'Utility' line," she explained. "When
you buy a complete set, there's a substantial discount." She
reached for another cuff, and buckled it around Veronica's left wrist.
Veronica and Lindsay locked eyes. The tall brunette winked, and
the little blonde countered with coy pout.
Betty reached for the tangle of chain, stepped behind Veronica, and
gathered the blonde's hands behind her back. There was a quiet
lifted the end of a length of chain to the back of the collar, and
there was another click. Veronica's wrists were now clipped
together, at the small of her back, and linked to the back of the
collar. "The second pair of cuffs can be used on the ankles," she
said, "but I like this arrangement, as well." She buckled the
cuffs around Veronica's upper arms, just above her bent elbows, then
fiddled with the chain and there were two more clicks. She
then spun Veronica around for Lindsay's inspection.
The chain was actually four short lengths linked to a central
ring, forming a cross. The taut, horizontal pair linked the elbow
cuffs to the
central ring, and the equally taut vertical lengths linked the collar
and the joined wrist cuffs to the ring.
"This makes her quite helpless,"
lectured. "With the collar chain attached, she can't wiggle
cuffs past her butt to get her hands in front. And by adding the
elbow chains, we lock her arms
in the box
position, making her even easier to control."
"Speaking of locks." Lindsay pointed at the heart-shaped padlocks
dangling at each cuff, collar, and chain junction.
"Our 'I-Heart-You-Forever' line," Betty explained. "Pretty enough
to lock to the front ring as pure decoration, but as strong as regular
padlocks. Some of our competitors offer similar products that are
more than flimsy luggage locks. Our 'Forever' locks have
casehardened shackles and are very pick-resistant."
pulled a steel leash chain with a black leather wrist loop from a
nearby rack, clicked the end to the front ring of Veronica's collar,
handed the loop to Lindsay. "I have one more recommendation," she
said, and walked away towards another rack of merchandise.
"Woe is me!" Veronica sighed, smiling at Lindsay.
"Just wait 'til I get you home, Slave," Lindsay chuckled, then
continued in a whisper. "Enough kidding around. I'll get
"Scully's gonna have kittens if you try putting all this stuff on your
account," Veronica whispered back.
"A full litter of cute little marmalade tigers, no doubt," Lindsay
let me worry about that." She turned and went after
Betty, the leash snapped
taut, and her 'Slave' had no choice but to follow.
Betty was standing beside a display of rubber balls pierced
by leather straps. The straps and balls of the various products
varied in color and size. "I suggest our two-inch 'Basic'
with the semi-soft option." She lifted a gag from the rack and
handed it to Lindsay. "Some slaves find the two-inch size
difficult to take, so we've developed a model with a thick layer of
a hard inner core. It fills the mouth just like a regular
two-inch, but is more comfortable. I find them actually more effective than hard
rubber, because they conform to
the inside of the slave's mouth."
Lindsay shook her head and handed the gag back to Betty. "I think
I've seen enough," she chuckled. "Could I please have the key to
Just then, a second catsuited, booted, gloved, and masked figure
from the back of the store and walked towards the group. Her name
tag read "Belladonna", her brown hair was
cut in a shaggy pageboy, and the eyes gazing through her mask were a
piercing shade of blue-green. "Ah, customers. Welcome to
Leatherotica," she said, offering
a gloved hand to Lindsay.
"Thank you," Lindsay said, taking her hand. "I—" There
was a sizzling snap, Lindsay's eyes went wide, and she crumpled to the
floor. The newcomer had grabbed her wrist and
small tazer against her neck with her other hand.
"What the—M'rmf!" This
was all Veronica had time to say before
Betty had the ball-gag in her mouth and was buckling it closed at the
her neck. "M'mmfh!"
Belladonna took a step forward, lifted Veronica's skirt, and thrust the
tazer against her
right thigh "Quiet," she purred, "and if you
try to kick, I'll zap you in a place you'd really prefer I didn't." She
lifted her cold gaze to Betty. "Go put the 'closed' sign on the
door," she ordered.
"In a moment," Betty answered, then nudged the back of Veronica's legs
and forced the helpless blonde to her knees. She unclipped the
leash from Veronica's collar,
wound the hand
loop and part of the chain around her crossed ankles, then pulled the
through the end of the loop and gave it a firm tug. She then
handful of Veronica's hair and pulled her head back, arching her
back. The end of the leash was clipped through the locking ring
the buckle of
her gag, then Betty
reached under Veronica's jacket and pulled her SIG-Sauer from its
holster. She removed the clip and placed handgun and clip in the
drawer of a nearby display case, then walked towards the front door.
Veronica squirmed and struggled as Belladonna grabbed hold of Lindsay's
wrists and began dragging her unconscious form towards the back of the
Betty hung the closed sign on the door and turned the
lock. She then returned to stand over the the kneeling blonde.
Belladonna and Lindsay disappeared through
a curtained doorway.
Betty gazed into Veronica's worried blue eyes.
"Such a cute little thing,"
she purred. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun."
burn of ammonia filled Lindsay's nostrils. She
moaned and turned her head away—but found that otherwise, she could
move. Her eyes opened, and she blinked in reaction to
the bright lights shining in her face. She was in some sort of
storeroom, surrounded by metal racks loaded with neat rows of cardboard
She was also flat on her back with her arms and legs splayed wide in a
She focused on her right hand. Her
wrist was captured by a thick, wide, padded cuff of black leather, and
her hand was trapped in a tight leather mitten. A
wide, taut strap linked the cuff to a rectangular frame of heavy steel
pipes. Her left wrist and hand were similarly restrained, and her
ankles were locked in padded cuffs similar to her wrist bonds.
What buckles she could see were secured with more of the heart-shaped
padlocks Betty had used on Veronica. A ball-gag was strapped in
her mouth, tight enough to make its leather band uncomfortably tight.
There was one more detail. She was naked, except for her sheer,
"nude"-colored demi-cup bra and bikini-panties. She tugged on her
bonds, but all this achieved was an almost imperceptible shaking of the
to increase the definition of her stretched muscles as they flexed
and strained. There was almost zero slack in her restraints, but
the heavy padding of the cuffs did cushion her wrists and ankles.
"You have a very attractive body, Inspector Boxer."
It was Belladonna's voice. Lindsay lifted her chin and watched
catsuited and masked brunette step from the shadows. She had a
tiny white ampule in one hand, which she tossed into a nearby trashcan.
"Some don't appreciate the lissome form of a tall, willowy, athletic
maiden," she said, as she walked around her prisoner. "Many
prefer the voluptuous curves of the classic pin-up..." She came
to a halt and struck a dominant pose, boots apart and gloved hands on
hips. "There is something to be said for a thin layer of baby
fat. It does make it easier for clips and clamps to pinch.
bouncing breasts to bind and torture are an absolute joy." She
walked to a small panel mounted on the wall and pressed her thumb to a
A winch whined, a pair of cables snapped taut, and Lindsay and her
frame were slowly lifted from the horizontal to the vertical. The
base remained grounded on the concrete, but Lindsay was now
completely suspended inside the frame, with her dangling toes a good
six inches above
Belladonna lifted her thumb as the cables locked, then closed the
panel's cover with a snap. "But there's also much to be said for
pair of perky A-cups, like yours, Inspector, especially on a physique
such perfect proportions." She reached out and ran her gloved
hand over Lindsay's taut, firm abdomen.
Lindsay glared and forced a mewling complaint past her gag, but could
do nothing to move away from her captor's humiliating caress.
"Wonderful," Belladonna purred. "Untold hours in the gym.
Thousands and thousands of sit-ups and crunches." She
focused on Lindsay's angry brown eyes. "Do you do Pilates?" she
Lindsay ignored the question, continuing to stare at her catsuited
"No matter," Belladonna continued. She slid her hand down to
Lindsay's crotch and cupped her nylon-clad sex. "Well... let's
on with it, shall we?" She gripped the front panel and pulled the
away from Lindsay's body. Her other hand appeared with a small,
curved, serrated blade. She sliced either side of
the panties with a pair of deft strokes, then tossed the ruined garment
away. "Ah," she smiled, "a delightful bikini-trim. Very pretty." She locked
eyes with her captive. "Your pussy is pretty as well. Dry,
at the moment, no doubt..." Her smile turned absolutely
evil. "But we'll be doing something about that, later."
Next, she reached up, severed the straps of Lindsay's bra, and jerked
it away. It
joined the panties on the floor. "Hmm... your breasts are a
little flat at the moment," she purred, "but the size and shape of your
nipples are most pleasing. We'll find ways to entertain them, as
Her gloating tormentor stepped away into the shadows and Lindsay tugged
on her bonds in humiliated frustration. Then, her captor
returned—and she froze. A multi-tailed flogger of black leather
from a strap looped around Belladonna's right wrist.
"Don't worry, Inspector," Belladonna purred. "I have lots of experience whipping female
flesh. I know how to get maximum effect without breaking the skin
and causing real damage." She pulled the handle of the flogger
into her hand with a deft, practiced flip before continuing. "I'm
afraid this is going to to be very painful,"
whispered, "and it's going to go on for a very long time... but it will give
me a great deal of pleasure."
Lindsay watched as Belladonna stepped behind the frame. She
focused on the boxes on a distant rack, and braced herself for what was
She heard a swishing sound—and her back exploded in a white-hot flash of
from her bonds, her chin resting on her chest. Her
tan skin was slick with sweat and flushed with angry, red, overlapping
stripes that covered her front and
back from shoulders to thighs.
Belladonna was taking a break. The flogger still dangled from her
right wrist as she lifted a twenty-ounce bottle of spring water to her
lips. She took a long drink, then screwed the cap back on the
bottle and slid it into a pocket on the right thigh of her catsuit.
Lindsay watched through hooded eyes. She was drooling around the
rubber sphere strapped in her mouth, but her throat was parched.
"Now that you're warmed up," Belladonna purred, "what shall we try
next? How about a nice crop? A paddle? A cane?
Suddenly, Betty stepped into view, dressed in the same catsuit and mask
as before. She handed her partner a cell phone. Belladonna
read what was apparently a text message on its tiny, glowing screen,
and smiled. The pair took a step back and engaged in whispered
At one point, Lindsay heard Belladonna say what might have been, "both
targets at once", but those were the only words she could understand.
Betty pocketed the phone and both women stepped forward. Betty
staring at Lindsay's
glistening, striped skin with wide eyes. "How pretty she
is. And look at those feet... those long, long toes. Is she
"Not as far as I can tell," Belladonna shrugged. "I didn't really
try to find out. Tickling is your
specialty, after all. You can try her, if you like, but
she's a little too far gone for most of your usual tests to work.
What about the other one?"
Betty shook her head. "Sadly, she's hardly ticklish at
lips curled in a cruel smile. "But she has a scrumptious little
body." She smiled at Lindsay's sullen, gagged face. "Such
delicious serendipity, to have two such toys simply waltz into our web."
Belladonna laughed. "A pity we have to cut this so short."
She reached into a breast pocket and produced a pair of steel clamps
a thin chain. "A parting gift," she purred, then captured
Lindsay's right nipple between her gloved fingers and closed the
spring-loaded jaws of a clamp on the pink nub of flesh.
A quiet gasp was Lindsay's only reaction... and was followed by another
the second clamp was applied to her left nipple.
"Did you see any weights in the display cases?" Belladonna asked.
Betty shook her head. "No, but I wasn't really looking. You
want me to go look now?" she offered.
"No time," Belladonna answered, then her lips curled in a cruel
smile. "Oh... I know what to do," she said, then turned and
Lindsay let her chin droop, again. Her nipples burned, but it was
only a little worse than the ache of her stretched jaw caused by the
Betty took a step forward and hooked a gloved pinkie over the nipple
clip chain and gave it a gentle tug. "Bella loves her 'clover clamps'," she
whispered. "She has a pair she modified by drilling little holes
and tapping tiny metal screws through the pads, leaving them lined with
teeny-weeny sharp points. There's nothing like them on the
market. And believe me... they hurt." She reached down and
gave one of Lindsay's labia a gentle tug. "And they really hurt down here."
Belladonna returned with a pair of cell-phones. They
were Lindsay's and Veronica's. She tied a long, thin, black
leather thong around Lindsay's waist, then slid it around until the
long free end was at the back, trailing between her buttocks. She
reached between Lindsay's legs, grabbed the thong, and pulled it taut,
then took several turns around Veronica's phone and wedged it between
her labia. She then tied the remaining length of thong to the
front, pulling it tight enough to tug the lace-thin leather into the
shape of a flesh-dimpling "Y".
"Now," Belladonna purred, "let's summon you some help, shall we?"
threaded a second thong through the wrist loop
attachment point of Lindsay's phone, looped it through the center of
linking the nipple clamps, and tied a knot. She then tapped the
phone's keypad for
several seconds, hit the "send" button, folded the phone closed with a
snap, and let it
drop from her
Lindsay winced as the thong
and chain snapped taut. The
phone swung from the end of the thong, about at the level of her knees.
"It's been a pleasure, Inspector," Belladonna purred, "for me,
anyway." She spun on her heel and walked away.
"Likewise," Betty added, and followed her catsuited companion.
Lindsay watched her captors depart, too tired to even tug on her
inescapable bonds. Seconds passed, then Lindsay flinched and moaned through her
gag as Veronica's phone began
to vibrate against her sex. Someone was trying to contact her
partner. She shivered in her bonds and
tried her best to ignore the throbbing waves rippling through her
body. Mercifully, after several very
long seconds, the buzzing stopped.
Lindsay hung from the frame in misery. Where's Veronica? she
wondered. What have they done
to her? She flinched when
phone began to vibrate. Thankfully, very little energy was
transmitted up the thong and chain to her aching nipples—but then she shuddered in distress.
Veronica's phone was vibrating, once again.