SG&The Broker: Seeds of Deception
Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 2:06 pm
Hi, this story is part of a long running series the details of which you can find here in the SG&The Broker section.
It was last summer sometime when I put up my stories about SG&The Broker. The first in the series is in the Dungeon section where it should be, and I also wrote a short called The Get-Away. There was some interest in knowing where that story was coming from, or where it was going so here is an attempt to fill in the gaps from where our superherione ended up on the plane and begin to work on why ....
SG & The Broker : Seeds of Deception
Chapter I
Boarding Farce
The bald headed man led the blond by her upper arm through the airbridge towards the cavernous aircraft . The blond resisted each step, but the powerful man kept her moving and the pain she suffered in her feet from the wicked boots prevented her from using her mortal leg power to overcome the mans efforts.
The airbridge led the pair into the front of what appeared to be business class, the part near the front on the upper deck of the plane. The blond glanced about the space which was well lit and populated by opulent leather seats, some were placed individually, some in pairs, and around each little island of luxury was a workspace that a mere cubicle worker would envy.
“Ah finally ….”
Then the blond saw her, her legs crossed, clad in leather jeans, subtle high heel ankle boots and white wrap-around top.
“SELENA” the blond said firmly, her anger re-ignited.
“Bring her here …...” Selena said as she sipped from wine glass which she then set down beside her.
“No … I dont want ..” the blonde dug her heels in but a firm shove from her escort set her in motion and the blond took one painful faltering step after another. Selena allowed a feint smile to appear on her face, the boots, designed by her, were evidently punishing but it was the punishment suit that pleased her most and of course her captives powerless situation. The girl was normally so powerful, so strong, and yet next to her mortal escort in her current state she was merely ordinary.
The bald man dragged the blond up to Selena, his hand wrapped round the muscular arm of the blond.
“Knees …..” Selena clicked her fingers and pointed at a spot in front of her.
The bald man pulled the blond downwards by her arm, but only by taking a handful of her hair and aiding her down did the blond finally make it down to the ground. The sensation of the ceramic discs embedded in the suit around her knees made themselves known and Selena knew it.
The blond snarled and tried to turn her head and free her hair, her hands of course still pinned to her sides by the restraint belt.
“When I get out of this Selena ….” protested the blond firmly, wincing as she tried to adjust her weight on her knees.
“When”, stressed Selena, “when you get out, … then you can do all those noble proud justice type things that you like to do.” Selena cut in, then let out a subtle smile.
The blond frowned very slightly in confusion
Selena subtly offered out her stretched leg and her ankle booted foot. “Kiss”
The bald man roughly presented the blonds face toward the boot and just as her lips approached the shiny black leather the captive spat in defiance. The bald man dragged the blond back by her hair, releasing her forearm and prepared to deliver a back handed strike against his charge.
“No … Mr Shephard ….. No …...its ok ….” smiled Selena as she wiped the spittle from her boot with a napkin then dragged it over the blonds cheek. The blond turned her face away her eyes stinging from the pain in her knees and the pulling of her hair.
“Why am I here, Selena …...why are you doing this …. I thought …..” the blond asked.
“We had a truce ….. oh ….. we still do ….... this isn’t about you and I ….. this is about you and the people .. the people back there ...” Selena motioned with her head towards the bulkhead behind them and whatever lay beyond.
“What ? …. What people ….?” the blond asked a little confused, her belt and cuffs clanking gently as she shuffled around to try and see what lay beyond.
A stewardess emerged from the small galley area just ahead of the business class section, raised a hand for attention and gave a nod that seemed to indicate something, but the blond didn't know what.
Selena looked down on her prisoner “Kiss my boot …. and you can sit beside me while we taxi out and get into the air …..and I will tell you everything you need to know.... or …..you can just live in ignorance”
The blond scowled, it was a tiny niggling annoyance, but she wanted to know more and having to kiss the boot of the woman that had so completely crushed her on their first meeting …. it was ….
Selenas eyes lit up as she read the face of the twenty something woman in front of her. Selena glanced up at the bald man and smiled gently, giving a nod. The man felt the blond lean forward and supported her as she give a symbolic yet reluctant peck on the tip of her captors boot.
“Good …. now sit with me ….. lets talk ...” Selena said almost business like. Inside, Selena was ecstatic, that one tiny little peck of her boot was
electrifying for her.
The bald man hoisted the blond back onto her feet and their painful boots. She faltered a moment but the bald man helped her stay on her feet and guided her into her seat. Immediately she felt the ceramic studded discs covering her behind and down the backs of her thighs and she tried to brace herself using her legs to alleviate the pain.
“Could you have made this any more uncomf........” she winced as she tried to snatch her arm away from the bald man, the metalwork of her restraints jangling.
“Yes …..” Selena replied coldly. The bald man leant in towards the blond, drew her lap belt closed and tightened it over her thighs.
The blond shot Selena a glance, their eyes met, they both knew that Selena could have done much worse. During their first encounter, The Brokers Revenge, Inside the Suppression Chamber the blonds fears had been unlocked, revealed, laid bare, as too were the desires that even the blond had never dared to know, and now they had been mapped out, listed, like some kind of menu at a restaurant and Selena loved to dine there.
Selena glanced up at the bald man and motioned with her eyes, “Leave” they said.
The blond tested her bonds again, her hands unable to reach the buckle of the safety belt, the back of her thighs burned with the studded discs attention and she shuffled her feet trying to get comfortable.
“So … where shall I begin...” Selena said, almost to herself as she picked up her wine glass, taking another sip. “Well, I guess I should start with a certain Mr Gold”
“GOOD EVENING LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I'M FIRST OFFICER ANDY MATTHEWS HERE WITH YOUR CAPTAIN JO STEVENson on the flight deck …...”. The stewardess in the forward galley winced and dialed down the volume of the voice from the cockpit until it could barely be heard. She bit her bottom lip and made an apologetic nod towards Selena then returned to her work.
CHAPTER II
Not all things that glitter ….
“.....thats right Tina, this area is mainly a mix of warehouses and old textile factories but the fire is believed to have started inside or adjacent to the old MILLS & FIELDS warehouse, of course, they were bought out a long time ago by GOOD SAINT BIO FARMS in the…..”
The old man, sitting at the conference table on his own, hit the red button on his TV remote and the screen went black, but the voice of the reporter and the images of the roaring warehouse fire whirled through his mind . His hand trembled as it reached into his inside top pocket of his suit and pulled out a little metal tin. His hands shaking, he fumbled at the lid and took out a little white pill and popped it into his mouth and paused a moment as he felt the effects of the medication take hold. He dabbed his forehead with his handkerchief, mopping up the sweat from his distress and then built up the courage to pick up the phone.
“Gold ? ….... Listen …..I …..Ive got a problem ….…..a big problem ….”
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The blond heroine looked quizzically at Selena and shook her head, wincing a moment as the plane received a nudge while it was hooked up to the tractor that would push the plane back from the gate.
“Gold … Good Saint …. who are they !?” protested the blond.
Selena glanced at her captive with annoyance …. “Perhaps if you listened you would find out … now where was I ….”
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Selena snapped the menu closed and uttered her choice of wine to the water while her eyes made contact with the man speaking with the maître d' near the entrance to the restaurant. She read the lips of the man as he introduced himself, “Mr Gold” she said to herself. The Maitre d' turned elegantly to a waiter who then escorted the man to Selena's table. Gold, tall, lean, distinguished looking with his immaculately kept hair and hand tailored suit took in the sight of the young red headed woman as he arrived at the table.
The waiter pulled the chair away from the table, Gold sat down and shuffled himself forward, laying a napkin down onto his lap as he did so. The waiter produced the wine list but Gold just offered out the palm of his hand. “Oh, no, I don't …. Ill just have water, thank you”.
The waiter withdrew and the pair of dinner companions felt comfortable to begin.
“Im sorry I am late …..” Gold began, though his face didn’t convey the same message.
“It is of no consequence, you know my billing began when you contacted me ...” Selena said, but a little warmly. Gold was her employer now and all her clinical information mining skills were his to command.
“Indeed ...” Gold acknowledged .. “I trust you have received my retainer already ...”
“Yes, all is in order …... so …... tell me Mr Gold …....”
There was a pause as the waiter returned with a bottle of wine, a cooler quickly following in attendance. The waiter acted out the usual steps of decorum, the opening of the bottle, the pouring of a part glass for testing. Selena sampled the bouquet, took a small approving sip and quickly the waiter was gone again after topping off her glass.
“To cut it down to the short version, industrial espionage”, Gold said.
“Oh, and will we be committing that or ….” Selena teased as she took the tiniest sip of her wine as she considered her main course.
Gold sensed his younger companion was merely teasing him, many people wouldn't dare, but she was a new up and comer in the world of 'troubleshooters' and she was good. Anyway, he knew his reputation usually preceded him and her allusion of misdeeds was well founded.
“My client …….. is the victim....” Gold said …. “this time”.
The little postscript caused Selenas lip to curl ever so slightly.
“And what do you wish me to do about it ?” asked Selena as she summonsed the waiter.
“Well ….” Gold began, his eyes tracking the waiters approach.
There was a pause as Selena requested her meal ….. “And the gentleman will have the steak … well done …..”
The waiter retired again and the conversation resumed.
“You know me well ….” Gold said smiling.
“If I didn't know how you have your steak would I really be talking with you now ?” Selena replied dryly …. “So …. tell me …..”
“At the moment we don't even know who attacked my clients company....that’s what we need to know first …” Gold said.
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“And why do you think I know anything about this espionage … this is ridiculous …. your Mr Gold friend is going to be pretty disappointed ...” the blond said gesturing with her head towards the rear of the plane.
“I think Mr Gold is already far beyond the stage of disappointment, but anyway, it is not Mr Gold who wants to talk to you ...”
“Then who ….” began the blond, frustrated more than ever as the punishing ceramic studs bit at her skin as the wheels of the plane bumped lightly over the seams in the concrete surface of the taxiway.
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Selena stood at the entrance to the restaurant, glancing occasionally at the beautiful silver strapped wrist watch on her bare forearm, her black mini dress politely understating the beauty of the woman who wore it. This was her second meeting with Gold and now it was he who was waiting for her to deliver the information he had employed her to find. Who was it who had destroyed his employers old warehouse ?
“Yes, Mr Gold is still here ...” said the returning Maitre d' … “I will have someone escort you to his table ...”
“Oh no, its quite alright, I see it, just there ...” Selena indicated the table in the distance with a feminine hand gesture.
The Maitre d' glanced back .. “Indeed … and he has taken the liberty to order ….”
Selena was aware she was late and didn't wish to keep Gold waiting any longer, especially as she was now aware of who had been responsible for the arson at the warehouse.
The maitre d' beckoned with his arm and Selena entered the restaurant making her way towards the distant table. Gold, his back to her, seemed to raise a glass of red wine to his nose, a waiter looking on for approval. Selenas pace slowed, the large domed plate cover rose from over the meal below, the succulent steak stood in its own reddish pink juices, the red flesh evident as Mr Gold cut into it.
Chapter III
Taxi
“What …. so it wasnt him, Mr Gold I mean” the blond said, her frustration evaporating as she began to soak up the story.
“Of course it wasn't him ….... some of my best work and now I wasn't going to get paid”
“So who was it ? At the table …..” the blond blurted.
“An assassin of course …. he had a lovely silenced pistol tucked away too ….” Selena said matter of factly.
“But why would Gold try to have you killed” frowned the heroine.
“Oh you are so simple sometimes, not Gold, the competition !”
“But you escaped .. evidently ….. so ….” the blond began to calm herself as she was trying map out how the story would eventually lead to her.
“I merely made my excuses to the maitre d' then left, suffice to say that later I learned Mr Gold had become a bit more like Mr Lead, slumped over the wheel of his Mercedes two blocks away.” Selena said calmly.
“This is sounding more dangerous all the time …. I cant help you while I am like this ….I ...” the blond heroine looked down at her own powerless body encased inside the wicked power suppressing material.
“Oh shush …. you're so dramatic with your power poses and speeches, look, you're on a plane, you're not going to get shot in here” Selena said.
The heroine was highly skeptical of everything right now, she was on a plane, but it seemed the whole security process for getting aboard had been compromised, she couldn’t really be confident of anything.
The blond fiddled with her restraints a little more and shuffled slightly to relieve pressure from her burning buttocks, every breath, every movement incurring the wrath of the rough discs covering strategic points over her body.
“Its a bitch, isnt it ..” Selena said flatly, referring to the latex prison holding the blond prisoner.
“I hate you ….” the blond replied …. “ and my feet are killing me …..”
Selena sensed an almost childish protest in the heroines voice. Selena leant across to the heroine and spoke firmly at her “That was the idea …knowing that every step is torture for you....”. Selena drew a lazy finger over the blonds breasts feeling the ceramic studs beneath the see through latex, and trailed down to the heroines groin feeling the base of the dildo embedded into the womans pussy.
The blond felt her body betray her, becoming aroused by the knowledge that the woman who held her like a possession, a thing, a plaything even, had designed every aspect of her confinement right down to the soles of the cruel boots. Now Selenas touch taunted her, hurting her, yet caressing her all at once, the blond silently hated that her body enjoyed the sensation.
The blond gasped a little as the red head glided her hand over her prisoners body, squeezing, caressing, stroking and teasing the blond while her other fell lazily into her own lap, her forefinger gently rubbing on her leather clad crotch.
“Please … stop...” the blond asked weakly.
“Burns ….. does it …?” the red head asserted.
“Fuck you...” retorted the blond. The tiny spiked ceramic discs did indeed induce quite a fiery sensation to her skin.
“So it does …. what would you have instead …..” teased the red head.
“You, out of my life ….” the blond replied as she tensed up against the red heads touch.
“You know … I can have your restraints tightened some more ….the belt .. the collar … perhaps your boots …..”
“What do you want …?” asked the blond, annoyance returning to her tone.
“Answer my question …. what would you have, instead of this ...” the red head probed while continuing to play with herself and the blonds breasts.
“Fine … the cold shower … that would make this feel much better ….... satisfied?” the blond replied. She remembered how, when the broker had exacted her cruel revenge on her how the daily sessions began with an ice cold shower and enemas.
“Oh now that would be a relief wouldn't it …. but no ...pick something else” the red head insisted.
“Im not going to pick one form of pain over another ...” the blond snapped back.
“If not pain …..then choose a humiliation instead” the red head said in her seductive voice.
The blond locked her eyes onto the red heads, her breathing no longer under her control. Her memories flooded back again, how the young woman opposite her had taken away all control over her own body and used it in terrible ways until she was broken.
“Do you miss her voice ….?” Teased the red head. “You know … 'The Voice'..of the little black box”
A chill went through the blond, the voice Selena referred to, an automated voice, conveyed messages and the status of the torture device she had been strapped to. Whenever she heard it or anything like it, it felt like an ice dagger to her heart.
“Fine …. the video session ..” the blond snapped.
“Oh ….” The red head was taken aback … “really now?”
The pair remembered from their own perspectives how the superheroine had been forced to watch all manner of deviant material while her responses had been tracked, measured and analyzed, her cum pooling into a clear plastic diaper. The superheroine didn't know all the secrets that Selena had unlocked from that one session alone, all she knew was that afterwards the humiliation was promptly doubled.
Selena had made her watch the time lapse recording from the camera that had been monitoring her diapered crotch from the session. The clear plastic diaper she had been wearing filled drop by drop with her liquid excitement and it was well known what material had generated the response. Worse, she had obediently licked Selenas fingers clean as she was fed the very same juices she had just watched being collected knowing full well that even this was also being recorded.
Selena snapped back to the present, as she glanced at the overhead monitors as they began to show the safety briefing, the animation playing out how to open and close the seatbelts coming first. Selena removed her hand from the blonds body and took another sip from her wine.
The blond shook her head to recompose herself, the humiliating memory fading just as quickly as the discomfort of her torturous clothing re-emerged.... “so ….. what happened next”
“So, there I was, target for assassination, and a folder full of information for a dead man for which I wasn’t going to get paid. Of course I could have gone direct to Mr Golds employer but then ….. strange things happen in the world of an Information Broker like myself ...” Selena explained.
“What happened ?” asked the blond, cocking her head.
“Well, I discovered that the organization that killed Mr Gold didn't know who it was that was obtaining the information for him. But what I REALLY hadn't been expecting was that they then employed ME to find out!”
“You mean, the people, back there, they don’t know it was you, all along ?” the blond was aghast.
“Certainly, and being paid to look for myself has been a very lucrative enterprise”
“Are you ….” the blond began then realised the level of her voice and fell to a whisper … “are you crazy, what are you going to do when you cant give them ...…..... oh.....” the blond began to recoil back in her seat away from Selena.
“That's right Superbitch, I'm sorry, but you’re taking the fall for this one ...”
The blonds eyes burned with anger.
“Now stay calm ….and listen …..now I don't know what they are going to ask you for sure, but all you have to do is tell them you used your super this, and your super that, jumped to some conclusions and got lucky, just confess you did the digging …. just make it look convincing and it will be fine”
PWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Outside the right hand windows, heading in the opposite direction, a Boeing 747 roared into life and began to thunder its way from the black and white “piano key” stripes of the runway threshold down the tarmac alongside the taxiway and take to the air.
“But what can I tell them …. I don’t even know what it is I am meant to know ...or how I even know about what it is that I don’t actually know....what was in the warehouse ….? What was so special....?” protested the heroine.
The giant airliner slowly made its turn on to the threshold of the runway and paused for a moment and then the engines went from a gentle whine to a loud roar, the acceleration pushing the traveling companions back into their seats. The blond winced as she was forced onto the dildo buried within her body and the rough ceramic discs burrowed slightly into her back.
“Just simple seeds …...” Selena said over the sound of the engines.
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It was last summer sometime when I put up my stories about SG&The Broker. The first in the series is in the Dungeon section where it should be, and I also wrote a short called The Get-Away. There was some interest in knowing where that story was coming from, or where it was going so here is an attempt to fill in the gaps from where our superherione ended up on the plane and begin to work on why ....
SG & The Broker : Seeds of Deception
Chapter I
Boarding Farce
The bald headed man led the blond by her upper arm through the airbridge towards the cavernous aircraft . The blond resisted each step, but the powerful man kept her moving and the pain she suffered in her feet from the wicked boots prevented her from using her mortal leg power to overcome the mans efforts.
The airbridge led the pair into the front of what appeared to be business class, the part near the front on the upper deck of the plane. The blond glanced about the space which was well lit and populated by opulent leather seats, some were placed individually, some in pairs, and around each little island of luxury was a workspace that a mere cubicle worker would envy.
“Ah finally ….”
Then the blond saw her, her legs crossed, clad in leather jeans, subtle high heel ankle boots and white wrap-around top.
“SELENA” the blond said firmly, her anger re-ignited.
“Bring her here …...” Selena said as she sipped from wine glass which she then set down beside her.
“No … I dont want ..” the blonde dug her heels in but a firm shove from her escort set her in motion and the blond took one painful faltering step after another. Selena allowed a feint smile to appear on her face, the boots, designed by her, were evidently punishing but it was the punishment suit that pleased her most and of course her captives powerless situation. The girl was normally so powerful, so strong, and yet next to her mortal escort in her current state she was merely ordinary.
The bald man dragged the blond up to Selena, his hand wrapped round the muscular arm of the blond.
“Knees …..” Selena clicked her fingers and pointed at a spot in front of her.
The bald man pulled the blond downwards by her arm, but only by taking a handful of her hair and aiding her down did the blond finally make it down to the ground. The sensation of the ceramic discs embedded in the suit around her knees made themselves known and Selena knew it.
The blond snarled and tried to turn her head and free her hair, her hands of course still pinned to her sides by the restraint belt.
“When I get out of this Selena ….” protested the blond firmly, wincing as she tried to adjust her weight on her knees.
“When”, stressed Selena, “when you get out, … then you can do all those noble proud justice type things that you like to do.” Selena cut in, then let out a subtle smile.
The blond frowned very slightly in confusion
Selena subtly offered out her stretched leg and her ankle booted foot. “Kiss”
The bald man roughly presented the blonds face toward the boot and just as her lips approached the shiny black leather the captive spat in defiance. The bald man dragged the blond back by her hair, releasing her forearm and prepared to deliver a back handed strike against his charge.
“No … Mr Shephard ….. No …...its ok ….” smiled Selena as she wiped the spittle from her boot with a napkin then dragged it over the blonds cheek. The blond turned her face away her eyes stinging from the pain in her knees and the pulling of her hair.
“Why am I here, Selena …...why are you doing this …. I thought …..” the blond asked.
“We had a truce ….. oh ….. we still do ….... this isn’t about you and I ….. this is about you and the people .. the people back there ...” Selena motioned with her head towards the bulkhead behind them and whatever lay beyond.
“What ? …. What people ….?” the blond asked a little confused, her belt and cuffs clanking gently as she shuffled around to try and see what lay beyond.
A stewardess emerged from the small galley area just ahead of the business class section, raised a hand for attention and gave a nod that seemed to indicate something, but the blond didn't know what.
Selena looked down on her prisoner “Kiss my boot …. and you can sit beside me while we taxi out and get into the air …..and I will tell you everything you need to know.... or …..you can just live in ignorance”
The blond scowled, it was a tiny niggling annoyance, but she wanted to know more and having to kiss the boot of the woman that had so completely crushed her on their first meeting …. it was ….
Selenas eyes lit up as she read the face of the twenty something woman in front of her. Selena glanced up at the bald man and smiled gently, giving a nod. The man felt the blond lean forward and supported her as she give a symbolic yet reluctant peck on the tip of her captors boot.
“Good …. now sit with me ….. lets talk ...” Selena said almost business like. Inside, Selena was ecstatic, that one tiny little peck of her boot was
electrifying for her.
The bald man hoisted the blond back onto her feet and their painful boots. She faltered a moment but the bald man helped her stay on her feet and guided her into her seat. Immediately she felt the ceramic studded discs covering her behind and down the backs of her thighs and she tried to brace herself using her legs to alleviate the pain.
“Could you have made this any more uncomf........” she winced as she tried to snatch her arm away from the bald man, the metalwork of her restraints jangling.
“Yes …..” Selena replied coldly. The bald man leant in towards the blond, drew her lap belt closed and tightened it over her thighs.
The blond shot Selena a glance, their eyes met, they both knew that Selena could have done much worse. During their first encounter, The Brokers Revenge, Inside the Suppression Chamber the blonds fears had been unlocked, revealed, laid bare, as too were the desires that even the blond had never dared to know, and now they had been mapped out, listed, like some kind of menu at a restaurant and Selena loved to dine there.
Selena glanced up at the bald man and motioned with her eyes, “Leave” they said.
The blond tested her bonds again, her hands unable to reach the buckle of the safety belt, the back of her thighs burned with the studded discs attention and she shuffled her feet trying to get comfortable.
“So … where shall I begin...” Selena said, almost to herself as she picked up her wine glass, taking another sip. “Well, I guess I should start with a certain Mr Gold”
“GOOD EVENING LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I'M FIRST OFFICER ANDY MATTHEWS HERE WITH YOUR CAPTAIN JO STEVENson on the flight deck …...”. The stewardess in the forward galley winced and dialed down the volume of the voice from the cockpit until it could barely be heard. She bit her bottom lip and made an apologetic nod towards Selena then returned to her work.
CHAPTER II
Not all things that glitter ….
“.....thats right Tina, this area is mainly a mix of warehouses and old textile factories but the fire is believed to have started inside or adjacent to the old MILLS & FIELDS warehouse, of course, they were bought out a long time ago by GOOD SAINT BIO FARMS in the…..”
The old man, sitting at the conference table on his own, hit the red button on his TV remote and the screen went black, but the voice of the reporter and the images of the roaring warehouse fire whirled through his mind . His hand trembled as it reached into his inside top pocket of his suit and pulled out a little metal tin. His hands shaking, he fumbled at the lid and took out a little white pill and popped it into his mouth and paused a moment as he felt the effects of the medication take hold. He dabbed his forehead with his handkerchief, mopping up the sweat from his distress and then built up the courage to pick up the phone.
“Gold ? ….... Listen …..I …..Ive got a problem ….…..a big problem ….”
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The blond heroine looked quizzically at Selena and shook her head, wincing a moment as the plane received a nudge while it was hooked up to the tractor that would push the plane back from the gate.
“Gold … Good Saint …. who are they !?” protested the blond.
Selena glanced at her captive with annoyance …. “Perhaps if you listened you would find out … now where was I ….”
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Selena snapped the menu closed and uttered her choice of wine to the water while her eyes made contact with the man speaking with the maître d' near the entrance to the restaurant. She read the lips of the man as he introduced himself, “Mr Gold” she said to herself. The Maitre d' turned elegantly to a waiter who then escorted the man to Selena's table. Gold, tall, lean, distinguished looking with his immaculately kept hair and hand tailored suit took in the sight of the young red headed woman as he arrived at the table.
The waiter pulled the chair away from the table, Gold sat down and shuffled himself forward, laying a napkin down onto his lap as he did so. The waiter produced the wine list but Gold just offered out the palm of his hand. “Oh, no, I don't …. Ill just have water, thank you”.
The waiter withdrew and the pair of dinner companions felt comfortable to begin.
“Im sorry I am late …..” Gold began, though his face didn’t convey the same message.
“It is of no consequence, you know my billing began when you contacted me ...” Selena said, but a little warmly. Gold was her employer now and all her clinical information mining skills were his to command.
“Indeed ...” Gold acknowledged .. “I trust you have received my retainer already ...”
“Yes, all is in order …... so …... tell me Mr Gold …....”
There was a pause as the waiter returned with a bottle of wine, a cooler quickly following in attendance. The waiter acted out the usual steps of decorum, the opening of the bottle, the pouring of a part glass for testing. Selena sampled the bouquet, took a small approving sip and quickly the waiter was gone again after topping off her glass.
“To cut it down to the short version, industrial espionage”, Gold said.
“Oh, and will we be committing that or ….” Selena teased as she took the tiniest sip of her wine as she considered her main course.
Gold sensed his younger companion was merely teasing him, many people wouldn't dare, but she was a new up and comer in the world of 'troubleshooters' and she was good. Anyway, he knew his reputation usually preceded him and her allusion of misdeeds was well founded.
“My client …….. is the victim....” Gold said …. “this time”.
The little postscript caused Selenas lip to curl ever so slightly.
“And what do you wish me to do about it ?” asked Selena as she summonsed the waiter.
“Well ….” Gold began, his eyes tracking the waiters approach.
There was a pause as Selena requested her meal ….. “And the gentleman will have the steak … well done …..”
The waiter retired again and the conversation resumed.
“You know me well ….” Gold said smiling.
“If I didn't know how you have your steak would I really be talking with you now ?” Selena replied dryly …. “So …. tell me …..”
“At the moment we don't even know who attacked my clients company....that’s what we need to know first …” Gold said.
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“And why do you think I know anything about this espionage … this is ridiculous …. your Mr Gold friend is going to be pretty disappointed ...” the blond said gesturing with her head towards the rear of the plane.
“I think Mr Gold is already far beyond the stage of disappointment, but anyway, it is not Mr Gold who wants to talk to you ...”
“Then who ….” began the blond, frustrated more than ever as the punishing ceramic studs bit at her skin as the wheels of the plane bumped lightly over the seams in the concrete surface of the taxiway.
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Selena stood at the entrance to the restaurant, glancing occasionally at the beautiful silver strapped wrist watch on her bare forearm, her black mini dress politely understating the beauty of the woman who wore it. This was her second meeting with Gold and now it was he who was waiting for her to deliver the information he had employed her to find. Who was it who had destroyed his employers old warehouse ?
“Yes, Mr Gold is still here ...” said the returning Maitre d' … “I will have someone escort you to his table ...”
“Oh no, its quite alright, I see it, just there ...” Selena indicated the table in the distance with a feminine hand gesture.
The Maitre d' glanced back .. “Indeed … and he has taken the liberty to order ….”
Selena was aware she was late and didn't wish to keep Gold waiting any longer, especially as she was now aware of who had been responsible for the arson at the warehouse.
The maitre d' beckoned with his arm and Selena entered the restaurant making her way towards the distant table. Gold, his back to her, seemed to raise a glass of red wine to his nose, a waiter looking on for approval. Selenas pace slowed, the large domed plate cover rose from over the meal below, the succulent steak stood in its own reddish pink juices, the red flesh evident as Mr Gold cut into it.
Chapter III
Taxi
“What …. so it wasnt him, Mr Gold I mean” the blond said, her frustration evaporating as she began to soak up the story.
“Of course it wasn't him ….... some of my best work and now I wasn't going to get paid”
“So who was it ? At the table …..” the blond blurted.
“An assassin of course …. he had a lovely silenced pistol tucked away too ….” Selena said matter of factly.
“But why would Gold try to have you killed” frowned the heroine.
“Oh you are so simple sometimes, not Gold, the competition !”
“But you escaped .. evidently ….. so ….” the blond began to calm herself as she was trying map out how the story would eventually lead to her.
“I merely made my excuses to the maitre d' then left, suffice to say that later I learned Mr Gold had become a bit more like Mr Lead, slumped over the wheel of his Mercedes two blocks away.” Selena said calmly.
“This is sounding more dangerous all the time …. I cant help you while I am like this ….I ...” the blond heroine looked down at her own powerless body encased inside the wicked power suppressing material.
“Oh shush …. you're so dramatic with your power poses and speeches, look, you're on a plane, you're not going to get shot in here” Selena said.
The heroine was highly skeptical of everything right now, she was on a plane, but it seemed the whole security process for getting aboard had been compromised, she couldn’t really be confident of anything.
The blond fiddled with her restraints a little more and shuffled slightly to relieve pressure from her burning buttocks, every breath, every movement incurring the wrath of the rough discs covering strategic points over her body.
“Its a bitch, isnt it ..” Selena said flatly, referring to the latex prison holding the blond prisoner.
“I hate you ….” the blond replied …. “ and my feet are killing me …..”
Selena sensed an almost childish protest in the heroines voice. Selena leant across to the heroine and spoke firmly at her “That was the idea …knowing that every step is torture for you....”. Selena drew a lazy finger over the blonds breasts feeling the ceramic studs beneath the see through latex, and trailed down to the heroines groin feeling the base of the dildo embedded into the womans pussy.
The blond felt her body betray her, becoming aroused by the knowledge that the woman who held her like a possession, a thing, a plaything even, had designed every aspect of her confinement right down to the soles of the cruel boots. Now Selenas touch taunted her, hurting her, yet caressing her all at once, the blond silently hated that her body enjoyed the sensation.
The blond gasped a little as the red head glided her hand over her prisoners body, squeezing, caressing, stroking and teasing the blond while her other fell lazily into her own lap, her forefinger gently rubbing on her leather clad crotch.
“Please … stop...” the blond asked weakly.
“Burns ….. does it …?” the red head asserted.
“Fuck you...” retorted the blond. The tiny spiked ceramic discs did indeed induce quite a fiery sensation to her skin.
“So it does …. what would you have instead …..” teased the red head.
“You, out of my life ….” the blond replied as she tensed up against the red heads touch.
“You know … I can have your restraints tightened some more ….the belt .. the collar … perhaps your boots …..”
“What do you want …?” asked the blond, annoyance returning to her tone.
“Answer my question …. what would you have, instead of this ...” the red head probed while continuing to play with herself and the blonds breasts.
“Fine … the cold shower … that would make this feel much better ….... satisfied?” the blond replied. She remembered how, when the broker had exacted her cruel revenge on her how the daily sessions began with an ice cold shower and enemas.
“Oh now that would be a relief wouldn't it …. but no ...pick something else” the red head insisted.
“Im not going to pick one form of pain over another ...” the blond snapped back.
“If not pain …..then choose a humiliation instead” the red head said in her seductive voice.
The blond locked her eyes onto the red heads, her breathing no longer under her control. Her memories flooded back again, how the young woman opposite her had taken away all control over her own body and used it in terrible ways until she was broken.
“Do you miss her voice ….?” Teased the red head. “You know … 'The Voice'..of the little black box”
A chill went through the blond, the voice Selena referred to, an automated voice, conveyed messages and the status of the torture device she had been strapped to. Whenever she heard it or anything like it, it felt like an ice dagger to her heart.
“Fine …. the video session ..” the blond snapped.
“Oh ….” The red head was taken aback … “really now?”
The pair remembered from their own perspectives how the superheroine had been forced to watch all manner of deviant material while her responses had been tracked, measured and analyzed, her cum pooling into a clear plastic diaper. The superheroine didn't know all the secrets that Selena had unlocked from that one session alone, all she knew was that afterwards the humiliation was promptly doubled.
Selena had made her watch the time lapse recording from the camera that had been monitoring her diapered crotch from the session. The clear plastic diaper she had been wearing filled drop by drop with her liquid excitement and it was well known what material had generated the response. Worse, she had obediently licked Selenas fingers clean as she was fed the very same juices she had just watched being collected knowing full well that even this was also being recorded.
Selena snapped back to the present, as she glanced at the overhead monitors as they began to show the safety briefing, the animation playing out how to open and close the seatbelts coming first. Selena removed her hand from the blonds body and took another sip from her wine.
The blond shook her head to recompose herself, the humiliating memory fading just as quickly as the discomfort of her torturous clothing re-emerged.... “so ….. what happened next”
“So, there I was, target for assassination, and a folder full of information for a dead man for which I wasn’t going to get paid. Of course I could have gone direct to Mr Golds employer but then ….. strange things happen in the world of an Information Broker like myself ...” Selena explained.
“What happened ?” asked the blond, cocking her head.
“Well, I discovered that the organization that killed Mr Gold didn't know who it was that was obtaining the information for him. But what I REALLY hadn't been expecting was that they then employed ME to find out!”
“You mean, the people, back there, they don’t know it was you, all along ?” the blond was aghast.
“Certainly, and being paid to look for myself has been a very lucrative enterprise”
“Are you ….” the blond began then realised the level of her voice and fell to a whisper … “are you crazy, what are you going to do when you cant give them ...…..... oh.....” the blond began to recoil back in her seat away from Selena.
“That's right Superbitch, I'm sorry, but you’re taking the fall for this one ...”
The blonds eyes burned with anger.
“Now stay calm ….and listen …..now I don't know what they are going to ask you for sure, but all you have to do is tell them you used your super this, and your super that, jumped to some conclusions and got lucky, just confess you did the digging …. just make it look convincing and it will be fine”
PWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Outside the right hand windows, heading in the opposite direction, a Boeing 747 roared into life and began to thunder its way from the black and white “piano key” stripes of the runway threshold down the tarmac alongside the taxiway and take to the air.
“But what can I tell them …. I don’t even know what it is I am meant to know ...or how I even know about what it is that I don’t actually know....what was in the warehouse ….? What was so special....?” protested the heroine.
The giant airliner slowly made its turn on to the threshold of the runway and paused for a moment and then the engines went from a gentle whine to a loud roar, the acceleration pushing the traveling companions back into their seats. The blond winced as she was forced onto the dildo buried within her body and the rough ceramic discs burrowed slightly into her back.
“Just simple seeds …...” Selena said over the sound of the engines.
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