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It was Friday,
less than five days from when Karen had called the team together in her office.
Now she sat in the boardroom of the THA headquarters with Clegg, drinking
coffee and looking out at the view across the bay.
In preparation
for the events of the day she had exchanged her normal sober suit for something
rather more dramatic – a leather bustier top with toreador pants and elbow
length gloves, all in black; around her neck she wore a leather collar adorned
with steel spikes that were almost as long and sharp as the heels of her shoes.
She and Clegg
were exchanging pleasantries. “I must say how fetching you look in that outfit,
Ms Brace. A very agreeable combination of the stylish and the exotic.”
Brace thought
Clegg’s compliments oily but he was the client after all. She smiled back.
“Well thank you Mr Clegg. I thought I should wear something appropriate. I felt
the least I could do would be to look the part. I must say I do think your team
has handled this exceptionally well. Your help has really been invaluable.”
“That’s quite
all right. We want to have the right contract with the right people so it is
really in our interest to make sure your team really understands what’s
involved.” Clegg was still astonished at the way that Karen had given over her
team to his attentions. It was obvious that her ruthlessness would not let
anything stand in the way of winning an account. “And of course it is always a
pleasure to have such a pleasing group of young ladies as guests in our
establishment.”
“Well, I have to
thank you anyway. From all you say, your team has certainly managed to create
the sense of what it is like to be in the hands of THA for my staff. That will
stand us in very good stead as we go forward.” Karen Brace smiled and picked up
a cigarette from the silver box on the board room table.
Clegg leant
forward to offer a light, being careful to avoid the spikes of Karen’s collar.
“I’m not sure what’s more spiky,” he thought, “that collar, your heels, those
finger nails, or your attitude.”
Karen inhaled
and went on, “Now, I think we are all ready for this morning’s presentation. Is
there anything more we need to do with my team? You’ve gone to a great deal of
trouble to ensure that we have the right props for this little show and we
don’t want to drop any balls at the last minute.”
“No, they are
all set. Mikki is down in the presentation suite now, unconscious of course but
she will come around on cue. Jessica believes that her ransom has been paid and
she is about to be freed. Jane and Joanna are being made ready by Elly as we
speak.”
“Fine. Now
where’s that stupid child with the portfolio?
“Sorry, Ms
Brace,” Beth appeared clutching a leather bound folder. She had taken a leaf out
of her boss’ books for her outfit. She had opted for a black velvet jacket with
heavily padded shoulders combined with an underwired bra that delivered a
substantial cleavage and was just visible where her jacket buttoned. Her very
short tight skirt, slicked back hair and heavily applied make up suggested to
Clegg that she’d been watching re-runs of Robert Palmer videos. Ah, nostalgia.
Perhaps he should have taken Elly up on her suggestion when they had seen her
earlier. Oh, well never mind.
Karen took the
case from Beth’s hands. “Where the hell have you been,
Beth looked
horrified. “I am sorry Ms Brace, every thing is in order.”
Karen thumbed
through the folder. “All the multi-media stuff set up?” she asked.
“Yes, all done.”
“Well in that
case, I guess we can start. Mr. Clegg, if your principals are ready I propose
that we all make our way down to the presentation theatre. I think we can make
a convincing pitch for your business.”
For Michaela, the
drug wore off slowly and as it did so she was aware that she was still bound
and gagged, seated now and evidently tied to a chair in a darkened room. She
was dressed again. She tried to moan through her gag but it remained as
effective as before. She tried to struggle against her bonds but they did not
give.
Suddenly the room was
flooded in light – dazzling her. She shut her eyes in reaction and only opened
them a few moments later as she heard an amplified voice say, “Welcome to the
House of Abductor”. She could see that she was on a brightly lit platform of
some sort in front of a small auditorium. Because of the lights she could see
nothing of any audience that might be out there.
Then, with horror,
she caught sight of herself in a mirror to the side of the stage. Whoever had
tied her up had evidently had one purpose in mind, to create a living
caricature of the THA logo. She had been given a blonde wig, hair falling down
around her shoulders. A white shirt, torn open to the waist, exposing a pink
bra trimmed with broderie anglaise. Pink skirt pushed up to her waist exposing
her legs clad in tan stockings. She wore black stiletto heeled shoes.
Whoever had dressed
her had shown no less attention to the detail of the bondage, Her hands were
tied behind the back of the chair, a rope across her chest and another at her
waist held her seated. Ropes around her ankles and thighs prevented her legs
struggling and a length of rope linking her ankles and wrists and pulling her
feet clear of the ground made any attempt to move painful. The gag too was an
exact recreation of that in the picture she had first seen on the cover of the
briefing folder a few days ago.
She tried to struggle
but a moment later Karen Brace was standing at her side. Beth Dixon, the
trainee, was with her holding a portfolio case. Karen placed one hand on Mikki’s
shoulder and spoke out into the darkened auditorium. “Welcome, Gentlemen and
thank you for showing how well your organisation can deliver on its
commitments. We thought you would like to see how we have approached
understanding your requirements so that we can offer you the sort of service
that THA needs. Miss Dixon here has a portfolio of our proposed activities and
we can go through them later but first …. ”
Mikki tried to peer
out against the lights. Was Karen really behind this?
“I hope you agree that our art director here is doing an excellent job in
bringing new life to your logo. She was of course correct that the previous one
was perhaps too dull – a video of herself as you see her now could bring a
little vibrancy to your web site. But enough of the amusements.”
“Also contributing to
our proposal is Lady Jessica Ames.” Karen pulled back a curtain and Jessica was
dragged on to the platform by the masked Homer and Bart. “As the only daughter
of an English Duke she represents the classic ransom opportunity and now she
has been able to gain a unique taste of abduction and life as a hostage.”
Jessica was struggling to be free of her captors and was evidently swearing
behind her gag in a most un-ladylike way. Either Homer or Bart had evidently
been paying her some unwelcome attention, as her blouse had mysteriously become
torn open to the waist.
“And finally in a
little tableau vivant, Jane Ellis and Ms Joanna Wales who have been introduced
to the life of slaves in the House of Abductor” She gestured to the far side of
the stage. Jessica and Mikki both looked across as Elly entered in full fetish,
Dominatrix costume.
Elly strode
purposefully across the stage in spite of the height of the stilt heels and
platform soles of her boots. She eased the front zip of her leather cat-suit
down to an inch or two above the broad belt that was slung across her hips and
struck a pose, gloved hands on hips, feet apart. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she
grinned, gesturing to the wings with her whip, “please welcome the two latest
recruits to the THA stable of slaves – Maid Jane and Slave Joanna.”
From the side of the
stage, Jane began to teeter forward on the highest of heels holding aloft,
balanced on one hand, a tray carrying an assortment of dildos and vibrators
while in her other pulling a leash attached to Joanna’s collar. Jane’s maid
uniform was cut to fit tightly over a body distorted by a tightly corseted
waist and a boned and padded bra. Her head was enclosed in a tight rubber hood
which had built in to it a mouth filling plug gag. Perched on top of her hood,
bizarrely, was a maid’s cap
Joanna, however, had
been subject to the strictest bondage of all the BBB PR staff. She was
virtually naked except for the set of straps that restrained her. A tight
cincher was locked around her waist, her arms were strapped into a single glove
with a chain running under her crotch and up to the neck corset that held her
head arched upwards and backwards. A festoon of silver chains linked the clamps
that bit tightly into her nipples. The rubber bit gag that formed part of her
head harness did not so much silence her as ensure that every whimper was
distorted but audible. But, in spite of the terrible discomfort, she wore a
look of ecstasy – the pure pleasure of surrender to her fate.
Karen moved to the centre of the stage. “Gentlemen, before we show you our
detailed proposals, I am sure that you can see that BBB PR has made a unique
investment of resources in understanding the requirements of THA. I would like
personally to thank Mr Clegg and all his team for helping my team to get inside
your needs. I think you will agree that as a result of this exercise we have
shown commitment to understanding your needs. I am sure that we can work
together to deliver an excellent programme for you. Do you agree?”
By now Joanna,
Jessica, Jane and Mikki were all complaining furiously into their gags, seeing
the way in which they had been betrayed into their present situation.
A shadowy figure in
the audience got to his feet. With the light behind his head it was hard to
make out any features beyond the fez that he wore. He spoke. “Very good Ms
Brace. A most impressive display of commitment and a delightful presentation as
well. I must admit that I do believe the team has the potential to provide exactly
what we need. We can go through the detailed proposals later but they are less
important than the demonstration that you have given of your willingness to get
fully engaged in our business, to become so fully involved. I will have Mr
Clegg draw up the appropriate contracts but I think he also would like to say a
few words. Mr Clegg…”
Clegg stepped forward
onto the stage. “Ah thank you. Yes. Ms Brace, we have been most impressed with
the dedication of your young ladies and yourself and we would like to recognise
that. Ms Dixon, could you pass me that box please?”
Beth picked up the
box and handed it to Clegg.
Opening it he pulled
out a small automatic pistol. “Thank you Ms Brace, and you too Ms Dixon. Please
oblige me by raising you hands.”
“What, on earth,”
Karen began.
“Please just do as
you are told.” Karen glared but complied. Beth followed suit. “Thank you,”
smiled Clegg. “Now, let me explain. My associates and I are in agreement. You,
yourself have shown a measure of ruthless dedication that is exactly what we
expect of our associates. We all think your team can do an excellent job for
us.. However, we think you will work better as part of our organisation rather
than where you are now. We’ll find you some new offices and some interesting
new spare time activities as well. Think of it as a hostile take-over, if you
like.”
You’re a bastard,
Clegg,” Karen fumed.
“Technically
accurate, I believe,” Clegg grinned in response. “But I suspect you were not
really referring to my lineage.” He frisked each of the two in turn while
keeping his gun pressed against first Karen’s neck, then Beth’s. “Now one of
the benefits we provide in our organisation is that today we have a policy of
dress-down day for all our female staff - perhaps you will oblige us by undressing.
Then we can get you all trussed up and on your way to getting started on the
project.”
Clegg held both women
at gunpoint as they each stripped in turn. Karen and Beth had soon stripped to
their underwear. Clegg was pleased to note that these two additions to the
collection presented as agreeable a proposition as their colleagues.
Elly secured the two
new captives in handcuffs and leg irons.
Clegg took pleasure
in fitting their gags himself. “Don’t you dare put that thing in my gmmph,”
Karen hissed as Clegg pushed the penis plug gag between her teeth and buckled
its strap in place.
“Now, now, Ms Brace.
Don’t feel bad about this. You acted in good faith but you just cannot trust
people in our line of business.”
Beth Dixon was
sobbing as Clegg went to fit her ball gag. “But Mr. Clegg, I thought I was
helping you and Elly.”
“Well Beth, so you
were and so you will be. Your information was most helpful. You are young and
will learn a lot about how to help us going forward. Now, please open your
mouth nice and wide for this ball.” Beth obeyed, still sobbing.
Clegg and Elly herded
the six women together to the applause of the THA representatives on the floor
of the presentation suite. “Thank you ladies.” Clegg concluded, “Now I am not
sure how much experience you have had of working in export markets so we will
introduce you to that side of our business next. If I could ask my colleagues
to assist, we’ll get you down to the holding cages for now and then the truck
will be here shortly. Won’t you lead the way Ms Brace?”
Clegg gestured to the
side of the stage with his pistol and the six helpless women were led away to
start their new careers in the service of THA.
In less than a month
the BBB PR team had settled into their new positions. Clegg had taken control
of the activity and had seen all of the women through the initial slave
training that got them used to responding to orders and, of course, providing
sexual services on demand.
Clegg decided that
the team should look the part when hard at work and had decreed that they
should wear identical outfits with short, tight black skirts, tight white
shirts, black stockings and high heels. After only a month they still spent
most of their time with chains linking their padlocked-on shoes although they
were only handcuffed at nights or in the event of significant misdemeanours.
Mikki, for example, had been furious about the way that Karen had exploited
them and she had been kept in a straight jacket for days until her guards were
convinced that she presented no threat to her boss. Equally, they were only
gagged occasionally but today, after an unfortunate disagreement with one of
the guards, Karen was working at her desk with her mouth wedged open by a large
ring-gag.
In spite of such
problems the girls had made progress in developing THA’s PR programme.
Lady Jessica had been
assigned to develop a program to influence key politicians that affected THA’s
sources of products and their markets. Not surprisingly this influencing
program had involved showing them the benefits of a compliant slave and as a
result she had spent much time in chains, on her back or on her knees, in the
presidential palaces of a number of heads of state, all of whom were pleased to
make the acquaintance of a bona-fide member of the British aristocracy. She was
also the co-star of a number of video productions with a number of public
officials sharing the limelight. These movies, usually featuring Jessica in a
state of undress and restraint and the official in a state of arousal, provided
THA with an inducement for continued co-operation from the official involved.
Mikki and Joanna had
worked hard at producing the next edition of the THA’s slave sale catalogue.
Mikki was directing the production. Whereas previously the catalogue had simply
displayed slaves in numerical order, she had decided on a themed approach,
designed to promote slaves for their potential for their new owners. After her
own experience as a living logo she had enlisted Joanna to model for the theme
photos for each session of the catalogue. They had completed the photo-shoot
for the “Office & Secretarial Slaves” section (business suit, ropes and
cleave gag, tied to a typists chair), the “Posh Birds” section (off the
shoulder evening, gown, elbow length gloves, tape bonds and gag), and the
“Co-ed & College Grad Section” (cheerleader outfit, straps and ball-gag).
Mikki was now helping Joanna change into a flight attendant’s uniform for the
shoot for the “Professionals” section. Joanna was looking enthusiastically at
the head harness gag that Jessica had selected for her.
Beth was simply being
used to fetch and carry for the team. Currently she was helping Karen plan the
forthcoming slave auction. Karen was paying attention to every detail from the
compére (selected from the current collection of celebrity slaves), to the
layout of the set and the live, secure, web-cast facilities for Internet
bidders. Karen had high hopes for the web cast, she saw THA as the e-Bay of the
slaving network. Beth was finding it difficult to progress beyond menial tasks
but she was at least learning to interpret Karen’s gag-talk. For her part,
Karen was finding that being gagged did not necessarily impede her ability to
harangue her staff.
Clegg looked across
the office with satisfaction. He turned to his associate. “Elly,” he said, “its
nice to see everyone working so hard. I think we should have a whip round for
the team.”
“Right you are,
boss,” Elly smirked and reached for her riding crop.
~THE END~
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