Busty Babes 2/Busty Babes - Vol 2.iso/wet_txt/aeja.txt

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Felix Dartmouth (C)
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From: "An Easy Job"

     She went to the skyscraper and was ushered into a large office
with a spectacular view.  There were three men to meet her, who,
after exchanging pleasantries, got down to business.  The eldest,
who introduced himself as John Griffs, spoke as follows:
     "Miss Ryan, we have been asked to help execute the following
disposition of a debt.  You are the repayment.  Your compensation,
which you have already accepted is believed to be adequate.  You
will spend the weekend in Mexico, at the vacation home of the man
to whom the debt is owed.  Please understand that during the
disposition of this debt, your freedom will be severely limited,
taken away, in fact.  That is part of the price that the creditor
demands.  Your freedom is, in effect, the offering for the
repayment of this debt, and that is what you have been paid for."
     This Mexico business sounded interesting to her, but it
sounded like she was livestock that was being bought and sold!  She
kept reminding herself that she had been paid $4,500.00, but it
seemed ever less a sum.  She began to wonder just what her 'loss of
freedom' meant.
     "In short, we three have been engaged to complete the
following contract," he said.  "I will read what's written."
     Stacy instinctively crossed her arms over her breasts.

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      I will accept as payment a young woman delivered to me on the
following terms: She is to be transported in bondage to my house.
Her wrists are to be crossed and tied firmly behind her back.  She
must wear no coat or jacket.  A longer rope is to tie her arms to
her side.  It should pass over and under her breasts.  A gag should
be strapped around her neck for easy application in case of
recalcitrance.  A nine inch hobble should separate her ankles.

The woman will in no way be harmed or otherwise mistreated.  Her
sexual honor will be respected.

She is to be delivered before 8:00 at night on Friday, and she may
be picked up at 10:00 Sunday night.

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Felix Dartmouth (C)
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     Stacy could barely react to what she heard.  It really did not
sound that ominous to her, just strange.
     "I don't understand why I have to be bound."
     "That's why this assignment brings in four and a half grand.
The instructions are very specific.  The restraints are in this
briefcase, and we have already received instructions as to how they
are to be applied.  We are pleased that you have not worn a coat.
Better start getting you trussed up now."
     "Is it absolutely necessary, that I be tied up now?"  asked
Stacy, "I mean, couldn't you just fly me over there and then tie me
up when we get there?"
     "Miss Ryan, in order for this to be carried out according to
the contract, we must attest that it has been executed exactly as
ordered.  I trust you understand.  Our instructions are specific,
and we have been given the restraints exactly as indicated.  In
this attache' case we have one rope that is about four feet long.
This must be for your hands.  Then this one, well this one looks
about twelve feet long, so it must be for your upper arms.  Yes,
that should go around you several times.  Here is a thin short
length.  This must be for your legs.  Thin, but strong enough to
hold you, I'll warrant."
     Stacy thought for a moment, as the man held the four foot
length in his hands.  It was no wonder that she received $4,500.00,
but a weekend in Mexico with an eccentric millionaire?  That didn't
sound too bad.  "Will it be very uncomfortable being bound on the
trip to Mexico?" she asked.
     "The flight is only two and a half hours, and while we will
bind you according to the instructions, we will try not to make it
too uncomfortable."
     "Well, OK, I'll play along," she stood up and walked over to a
mirror and regarded herself and the men behind her.  She noted her
good figure, and the pretty picture her blonde hair and light blue
blouse made.  She saw in the mirror that the man who held the rope
was moving towards her.  Sighing, she folded her arms behind her.
The man repositioned them so that crossed, and began to bind them
expertly.  The rope was tight, but it did not impede the
circulation.  She watched herself in the mirror loose her physical
freedom and she noted how the changed position of her arms improved
her posture and the appearance of her figure.
     When he had finished, he set to work on her legs.  They were,
per instruction, hobbled.  While he did this, she sought to turn
around in the mirror to examine her bound hands.  The rope was
apparent, but it appeared a part of the cuffs of her wrists.  Her
ankles were hobbled, so that she could walk, but she must have a
care, lest she fall.
     The longer rope was taken around her elbows, over her breasts,
across her back, under her breasts, and over her breasts again.
The rope was looped through her arms to cinch her arms to her side.
This, coupled with the bondage of her hands, was quite restrictive.
     "There is one more item in the attache' case," he said as he
pulled out something that Stacy had never seen before.  It was a
ball gag.  He wrapped Saran Wrap around it and moved toward her.
Before she had a chance to protest, it was behind her teeth and was
buckled behind her neck.
     The man had a bit of a hard time getting her long, curly
blonde hair from under the gag strap.
     Stacy bucked and heaved in protest, and tried to push the
offending ball out with her tongue.  The ball extended, but when
the effort became too great, it sank back deeply into her mouth.
She was breathing hard through her nostrils from the effort.  She
was now very concerned about her disposition.  Sure, if everything
that they said was true, the $4,500.00 was not too bad for a
weekend.  But what if this were permanent?  What if she were going
to be sold as a slave overseas!  She knew the next step would be to
put her on a jet.  They said it was to Latin American, but how
could she tell?  What could she do anyway?

Felix Dartmouth (C)
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     These thoughts were racing through her mind as one of the men
brought in what looked like a large wardrobe.  She hadn't even
thought about how they were going to carry a bound woman out of
this busy office building, but now their plan was apparent.
     The most senior of the three men spoke.  "Now our job is
finished.  According to the contract, you will be turned over,
bound and encased as prescribed to the transportation agent, who
will transport you to the appointed location.  Miss Ryan, there are
numerous cases where we handle instances such as this.  After your
satisfactory completion of this assignment, we will contact you,
and you may, if you desire, volunteer for other assignments such as
this, at what will probably be a higher rate of pay since you will
have proven your courage and your willingness to cooperate."
     Two of the men pulled her up from the chair.  Each one held
her by the wrist above her ropes and by her upper arms.  A fourth
man, dressed in dungarees walked into the room.  "This is Fred,"
said one of the men with a firm grip on her.  "His job is to get
you to the location safely and secretly."
     Since this appeared to be an introduction, Stacy grunted as
best she could.  She instinctively tried to move toward him, but as
she did, the two She men who secured her tightened their grips
manyfold and pulled her backward.  then learned that any variance
from their washes would be rewarded with pain.  The transporter,
Fred, seemed very businesslike, as though she were just another
crate that he was picking up.  He reached over, and pinched off her
nostrils.  She panicked, but the two men held her well.  After
about ten seconds, he removed his hand from her nostrils, and she
breathed hard through them.  "Good," he said, "your nostrils are
clear.  You are going to be gagged in that hanging bag there, and
there is no way to let me know if you have difficulties.  Remain
calm, and above all don't cry, and you'll last the trip just fine.
It will take about an hour to get to the airport, another three
hours to get to where we are going, and then a short while before
you are at our destination.  I'm going to put this silk bag over
your head.  You'll be able to breath through it easily, but sight
will be impossible."
     Stacy at this point could not believe what was happening.
Fred pulled a black bag, about twelve inches by eight inches.  The
two men held the quivering Stacy firmly as Fred slipped the smooth
cool silk bag over Stacy's almost hysterical eyes, tightened the
thin cotton neckstrap to the point of being firm about her neck,
but not dangerous, and then tied a double knot so that even if her
hands were free, she could not access the headbag or her gag.
     Fred had learned from experience that a transportee best not
see the interior of the transportation bag, lest she panic.  This
was because, when opened, the bag appeared to be such a mass of
straps and protrusions, that a woman would barely fit in.  A woman
does fit in, but only barely.
     The configuration in which her arms were bound, and her legs
hobbled, fit perfectly into an arrangement of plastic spacers and
straps that would have the result of having the hanging bag
absolutely motionless even if Stacy struggled to her utmost.  It
took about fifteen minutes until the last buckle was secured and
locked, and the bag finally zippered up and padlocked.
     The experience of being strapped up and bagged in such a
manner was totally unprecedented for Stacy.  After the headbag had
been put on, her heart was racing, but she was almost curious as
she was shoved about and strapped her and there, about her arms,
her chest, her legs, through her middle, around her neck.  Then,
she sensed that the contraption into which she had been strapped
was somehow suspended.  She could not move a muscle.  It became
very hot, and as she went down the elevator, into a vehicle, into
an other, she could sense the stages of the journey that she must
be undergoing, a journey into the unknown, and without a voice as
to her fate, for she had sold her voice.

Felix Dartmouth (C)
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1-713-896-1721