NCIS Fan Fiction: Abby and Ziva (Part 2 posted)

Postby Mr Underheel » Sat Aug 05, 2017 3:47 am

It’s Friday night at 5pm at NCIS headquarters. The team is wrapping up their last case. Gibbs tells them, “Everybody get outta here and relax this weekend. You’ve all been working too much overtime and I want you to get away from here for a while.” Smiles and welcoming laughs came from almost all of the team, including McGee, DiNozzo and David. Abby Scuito’s reaction was different. She gave a quick, diminutive wave to everybody, tucked her chin down to her chest and walked back toward her lab.

Gibbs called after her, “That means EVERYBODY, Abs! You too!”

“Ok, Gibbs. I just have a few things to put away. And…and…there are a couple of tests that are still running. I…um…need to get those results back before I go home. But I WILL go home. I promise!”

Leroy Jethro Gibbs gave her his, “You Better Do What I Tell You” look. Everybody else picked up their stuff and headed toward the door. Ziva David, though, turned and watched the Gothic Genius for a few seconds before she followed the rest of the team. She thought, “Something’s not quite right” and she furrowed her brow as she got onto the elevator.

Miss Scuito walked quickly down the stairs in into her lab, mumbling to herself all the way. “OK. They’re gone. Now. I have time. OK. Don’t forget anything. OK. Let’s go…”

The door slammed shut behind her and she pulled down the blinds, then turned off the lights, so it looked just like it would if she was gone. “I’ve hacked every single system in this place. I can make them dance. Nobody will ever know…”

Abby had, in fact, hacked everything and now she put those hacks to good use. Using her personal laptop, she enabled the backdoor that she had into the NCIS system and got busy. “OK. The system thinks that I’ve left the building. It thinks I swiped my card. Good thing I took the bus today. No car in the garage. Now to spoof the security cameras. There. It’s playing a loop of the empty lab at night. I’m invisible!” She double-checked that the door to the lab was locked. “Now for some ‘Scuito’ Time!”

Tiny beads of sweat glistened on her skin as she removed her lab coat and everything else, until she was completely naked. Her clothes were hung neatly over a chair. She opened the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet in a back corner that had a special combination lock on it. She had told everyone that it contained very delicate and specialized equipment that she needed to protect and that only she could use. “Nobody has ever questioned me on it. And it’s a good thing!”

The opened drawer revealed a myriad of equipment, to be sure. But it contained things that were more likely to CAUSE a crime than they were likely to SOLVE a crime: coils of rope, handcuffs and leather cuffs with specialized locks, gags of all sorts, torture devices, miles of rope, scarves, hoods. “Thank you, Amazon.com! I love shopping online!” She picked many items out of the drawer and carried the over to the middle of the lab. Taking a deep breath, she began.

“First, let’s coat these two items with some jelly.” They were smallish vibrators: one went into each of her holes, front-side and back-side. “And let’s hold them in with this.” Carefully, she tied a doubled-rope around her waist and then ran it between her legs three different times so that there were six cords between her legs.

“Ohhhhhh….mmmmyyyyy….” She was getting wet, and she had barely begun. “I love being a genius! These Blue Tooth toys work so darn well!” (The reader will learn later what she meant by that comment.)

Next, she applied some Shibari rope work and tied a tortoise shell on her torso. “Behind the neck, down the front, between the—ooohhhh—legs, up the back again to the loop behind my neck…and now triangle shapes across my chest and tummy.” Her breasts were framed in rope.

She then positioned herself directly beneath a contraption that was imbedded in the ceiling in the middle of the room. If the team only knew the real reason for that block and tackle and why there was a winch on the wall to operate it, they would probably be stunned. The dark-haired beauty lowered the rig nearly to the floor. Abby sat down beneath it with the rest of her toys surrounding her.

Crossing her ankles, she bound them using a 30-foot length of quarter-inch rope. Then she tied her legs together in four more places: mid-calf, below her knees, above her knees, and mid-thighs. Her hands ran up and down her flesh as she relished the feeling of encasement that the cords provided.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” She stood up and hopped as best she could back to the drawer. “TENS and I have a date tonight!” And she hopped back with the machine in tow.

“An electrode on each side of each breast. And two more on the inside of each thigh, as high as I can get them…” Her tongue stuck out of the side of her mouth as she concentrated on getting the patches set in just the right spots. “Now, plug it in. Haven’t been able to get enough power to these things in a wireless environment. Oh, the limitations of technology!” She chuckled quietly to herself at her wit.

At that point, she wrapped her wrists in leather cuffs that fit tightly around her thin arms. “Blue Tooth locks. Brilliantly designed and built by ‘A. Scuito’. I should market them!” (More on this later).

“ ‘Keep yer mouth shut, girl, or I will shut it for you.’ ‘Oh, Mister! Don’t hurt me!’ “ Abby pretended that she was being kidnapped as she pushed a dildo gag into her mouth and buckled it tightly behind her neck. Then, breathing deeply, she picked up her vicious clover nipple clamps, moaning as they dug into her tender flesh.

Before she tugged the thick black leather hood over her head, she connected three lines to herself: one around her ankles and one to each wrist cuff. These she then connected to the block and tackle assembly. With hood in place, she rolled over onto her tummy and put her wrists together behind her back. The special lock clicked into place and she was trapped.

“One more thing to do”, she thought. She pushed a button on her FitBit—modified in a way that only Abby Scuito could accomplish—and her laptop initiated the program she had written: “Abby’s Self-Bondage Fun”, read the screen in large red Franklin Gothic Demi font.

First, the computer activated the block and tackle. It began to pull itself toward the ceiling, raising her arms and legs behind her in a severe hogtie. It would continue to pull until it was met with 100 pounds of resistance—something just less than her weight—so that she would not be pulled completely off of the floor. It was set to cycle every 10 minutes, lowering her down for 60 seconds and then raising her up again.

The Blue Tooth vibrators were activated and deactivated by the program. They were set to turn on and off at random intervals, for random amounts of time, and with random intensity. The toys blazed to life and sent shockwaves through the little girl’s body.

The TENS unit was similarly programmed. The three sets of electrodes might all be powered at the same time, would turn on and off randomly, and would vary the current that it shot through her aching flesh. It caused Abs to moan loudly through her gag.

The “Abby’s Self-Bondage Fun” program could be set to run for any period of time that the operator chose. In this case, it would run for 2 hours. At the end of the session, the block and tackle would lower her to the floor. A signal would then be sent to the Blue Tooth locks that held her wrist cuffs together, releasing her and ending her ordeal.

Only twenty minutes into the session, Abby was writhing against all of her bonds. The pain, the pleasure, the tightness of her ropework, all sent her deep into subspace. She had already lost track of time and had forgotten that she was in her lab. When her body was lowered to the floor for the second time, she already thought that the two hours might be up. No, the locks didn’t release. And she heard the winch come back to life again.

“OOOOHHHHHH….” A program glitch caused the winch to keep pulling to 130 pounds! Her body was now suspended above the floor with her back arched and her limbs straining. TENS decided just at that point that it should send maximum voltage through her body. She screamed into her gag. The next minutes went by slowly and agonizingly! Finally, mercifully, it lowered her back to the floor again. She cried into her hood as her aching body tried to recover. But 60 seconds later, he limbs were pulled toward the ceiling again, though this time the 100 pound limit was obeyed, and TENS chose not to turn on for several minutes, though the vibrators played a symphony inside her holes for quite a while during this cycle. She would later consult the FitBit to see just how many times she came during this two hour period.

Meanwhile, Ziva was troubled by what she had seen on Abby’s face. She was sipping some lovely red wine in her apartment, but couldn’t shake the thoughts that rolled around in her head. “Something is wrong. Our Abby is the best forensic scientist in the world and she is a computer genius without equal. But she is a HORRIBLE liar. Her eyes, the way she tucked her chin, the way she scurried away from us. I’m calling her.”

Abby’s cell phone went immediately to voicemail. Ziva decided to drive by her apartment but the lights were out and there was no answer when she rang the doorbell and knocked. “Where IS she?” Worried, Ziva called the lab. Still no answer.

She drove back to the NCIS office. The security guards let her right in of course. “No, we didn’t see her leave, but she clocked out. The lab is empty. Look at the monitor yourself. And the parking garage is empty.”

Still not satisfied, Ziva walked through the team’s meeting area. “What? Why is Abby’s ID on Gibbs’ desk? Something is definitely wrong!” She picked up the ID and hurried down the stairs and to the lab.

“The lights are off. The door is locked. But I hear something!” Ziva swiped the electronic lock with her ID. It wouldn’t open. Not even a Mossad Assassin could be authorized to access the lab on her own after hours. “I wonder if Abby’s ID will open it.” After a quick swipe, the lock turned green and the door clicked open.

Few things shock a person who has seen the things that Ziva has seen. She has killed. She has seen horrible things at crime scenes. But she was not prepared for she saw in Abby’s lab that night.

Ziva ran over to her and took off her hood, then pulled the gag out of her mouth. “Abby! Who did this to you??? I need to get you out of this!”

“Um…yes! There were these robbers, lots of them! They did all of this to me and they’re getting away! Yes…um…they went…um…thataway!”

Once again, Ziva could tell that Abby was not telling the truth. She had been ready to untie her but she suddenly stopped. “This is not the work of ‘robbers’, is it, Abby? Tell me the truth.”

“Um…uh…well…I…I did this myself. There’s a program running that does…well…things…and…I…”

“I’ve seen enough. And I like what I see. You, my dear Abby, are a bondage freak. It may come as a surprise to you, but I am as well. And I love seeing little girls like you squirm when they are bound. I think that I shall watch you squirm for a while.” With that, she pushed the gag back into Abby’s mouth and locked the hood back over her head.

She examined the laptop and saw that it was running a program that had a clear purpose. It was easy to see exactly what devices it was operating and what they did. It also showed a countdown clock that had 4 minutes to go. “What happens when the clock hits zero, my love? I bet it releases you! Oh, look! It has a clock reset function! Very good! Let’s set it to…..10 hours.”

Abby shook her head violently as both the TENS and the vibrators decided that they should all turn on simultaneously.

Ziva laughed in a way that sent an extra chill down Abby’s spine.

PART 2

The sobbing increased by the minute as Ziva watched the poor, bound Abby continue to be tormented by her own device. Finally, she could stand it no longer.

“Ziva David, YOU are a woman of ACTION. YOU do not sit on the SIDELINES. When a damsel is in distress, you rescue her! When a terrorist is captured, you torture the information out of him. Don’t just sit there! Help her!”
She stepped to the computer and clicked on the “Program Termination” button at the bottom right corner of the screen. The winch lowered her to the floor and the Blue Tooth lock on her cuffs released itself. Abby’s hands fell to her side.

With gentle hands, Ziva removed the hood and the gag. Abby was exhausted and lost in subspace. She lay very still, panting and sweating. Her cuffs were removed and then her rescuer stripped her of all of her ropes in a slow, deliberate manner. Once she was free, Ziva laid down next to her and softly stroked her skin. The poor girl slowly began to revive.

Rising from the floor, Ziva opened a drawer where she knew Abby kept some snacks. “Granola…raisins…sunflower seeds…water…if only there were a big glass of Caf-Pow somewhere…”

Abby perked up. “Mini fridge…look in the fridge…” Ziva smiled. “I should have known you would have a supply!” Quickly she fetched one and Abby took a deep drink.

“Thank you, Ziva! But…now what…are you going to tell Gibbs? You won’t tell the Director, will you?”

“Oh, of course not, Abby! I would NEVER do that! Actually, I might do that. But you could, shall we say, ‘persuade’ me to keep this to myself and never breathe a word of it to anyone on this earth.”

“I would do ANYTHING! Just name it!”

“It does not surprise me to hear you say that, my little slave! This will be our little secret, but only if you are willing to submit to me, right here and right now. You will allow me to do with you as I please tonight. Will you agree to my terms?”

Abby smiled and held out her wrists. “Oh, my Mistress! I am yours! Command me!”

“You are smiling at the moment. Perhaps you will not be smiling when I am finished with you.” Abby nearly squealed with delight!

“On your feet! Spread them wide. Lock your fingers behind your neck! Chin up! Close your eyes! Open your mouth! You are being inspected!” The obedient little slave stood like a statue as her new Mistress examined every nook and cranny of her body. “It seems that I missed some of your playthings when I released you!” Ziva had slipped a finger into her slit and found the vibrator that was still buried there. “And look what else I found?” A string was hanging from her ass, a tug on which caused a silver bullet to shoot out. “What else are you hiding?”, Ziva said with a chuckle. Abby just continued to smile.

After a thorough “searching”, Ziva took the small girl’s hands from behind her head and crossed her wrists behind her back. There, she bound them very securely using a square lash technique. Then Abby’s arms, chest and breasts were criss-crossed with rope in a tight breast bondage and shoulder harness combination. With each breath, the ropes constricted her ribcage and made it difficult for her to take in all of the air that her body wanted. Adrenaline was flowing and her skin was glistening again.

More ropes went around her waist and held her wrists to the small of her back. Now, with the cords crossing her torso in several places, enough that Ziva felt comfortable with her next move: She tied ropes in four different locations down Abby’s back and then tied them all to the block and tackle mechanism. With a push of a button, the winch on the wall began to climb. She left it on until only the toes of the bound girl still touched the floor.

Then, she tied a line around Abby’s ankle and pulled it upward so that only one of her feet would touch the floor. That rope was connected to her hands, putting her in what looked like a one-legged standing hogtie. Ziva was quite pleased with her work!

“Oh my! What are you going to do to me?”, Abby whimpered, though she was loving every second of it.
“You will be mine to use as I please. No more noises, or I will prevent you from speaking. Is that understood?” The prisoner nodded vigorously.

“When I was fetching your Caf-Pow, I noticed something else in the refrigerator”, said Ziva. “I will enjoy this part.” She stepped over to the unit and came back with a rather large ice cube. She held it in one hand and one of the small vibrators in the other. “Hold still. Be quiet.”

One nipple was then subject to the vibrator, running at maximum power. The other experienced icy coldness as the Assassin pressed it against the girl’s flesh. As you might imagine, it was nearly impossible for the slave to contain her vocal chords. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Subtle, but not the silence that was required.

“I will remedy that situation. Silence is required. Silence will be restored.” “No! Ma’am! I can be quiet! Really I can! Watch!” Abby clamped her lips together tightly. Ziva chuckled and walked back to the Toy Drawer.
“This is very nice! Yes, a ring gag with many attachments is just the thing for tonight. She carried a couple of the attachments with her and set them on a nearby table. “Now, open wide.” Abby clenched her jaw and shook her head fervently. “There is no choice. You broke the rules. Open.” Again, Abby resisted.

Mossad assassins know many tricks, including just where to pinch a girl’s neck and jaw in order to ensure compliance. It is not exactly a “Vulcan Neck Pinch” but it is effective. With very little pressure, Abby’s mouth opened in pain and, since she has such a large mouth, the ring fit easily behind her teeth. Swiftly, Ziva buckled it tightly in place. “We will add one of the attachments. This one!”

She clipped into place an inflatable ball gag. It slipped easily into place. The hose and pumper bulb hung from Abby’s mouth. Ziva pumped the bulb many times until the girl’s cheeks puffed out and her mouth was full to bursting. “Now perhaps I can finish using this ice and vibrator in the way that I had intended.” Abby danced on her one leg, kicked the other, and moaned the whole time, until the ice was gone. Freezing water dripped down her belly. Another liquid dripped down the inside of her thighs, a response that Ziva noted with pleasure.

“I like this!” She scraped some of the viscous material off of her flesh and held it up to Abby’s nose. She leaned in closely and licked it off of her finger in a very erogenous manner. “I will lick you like that later”, she promised.

“There are a few more things in that drawer that I will enjoy using. You may as well, if you enjoy, well, ‘discomfort’, shall we say.” Abs’ eyes grew large when Ziva displayed the black leather flogger that she had found. This was no toy. If swung with purpose, it could do some damage! “I will take things easy on you because you’ve been through so much already tonight. But I can tell from what I see on the back of your thighs and on your cute, little butt that this will not be your first meeting with this device.” Abby’s head moved back and forth which made Ziva smile. “Does that mean that you have never seen it before? Or does it mean that you don’t want me to use it? I hope it is the former because if it is the latter, I will not grant your wish.” With that, Abby felt the first impact of the leather on her already-aching back.

Ziva let fly with the flogger for some time before she took a break. She tended to the girl’s burning skin with oil and salve that Abby had at her work station. All the while, the desire for more than this external contact began to grow until, soon, it was too much to resist.

It was with a complete lack of pomp and circumstance that Ziva disrobed, although she did lay her clothes neatly on a table. After fetching a couple of more ropes, she was ready to change the bound girl’s position. “If my work up to now was done correctly”, she thought, “this should be very simple.”

She bent and took Abby’s foot from the floor and pulled it backward. She tipped forward easily, like a see-saw on its fulcrum. Before she knew what had happened, she was completely upside down and Ziva was binding her free leg to the block and tackle assembly, while the hogtied leg remained bound in that way. Gravity caused her legs to part widely since Abby was nearly exhausted. The blood rushed to her head and she panicked a bit.

The Israeli girl now turned on the winch to raise her quarry some more, since Abby’s head was very near the floor. “Three and a half feet. That looks just about right.”

She then deflated the gag and pulled it out of Abby’s mouth. It was quickly replaced by a dildo attachment. Ziva took up a position directly in front of her. “Perfect! It is in exactly the right spot!”

Kneeling, she whispered in Abby’s ear, “You see where that thing is pointed?” Abby nodded. “Do you think you know what to do with it?” Abby nodded vigorously. “Then begin!”

The dimensions were perfect! Ziva’s mouth was at Abby’s hips. Abby’s mouth object was pointed directly at Ziva’s crotch. Ziva spread her legs and Abby’s head began to pulsate, driving the object in and out of the aching hole for which it was made.

Simultaneously, Ziva’s tongue was hard at work between her slave’s legs. Her arms pulled the lush ass tightly to her as she devoured the delicious flesh that lay in front of her.

And…and…and…the reader should write the ending to this portion of the encounter, if the reader would be so kind as to do so…

Re: NCIS Fan Fiction: Abby and Ziva (Part 2 posted)

Postby solarbeast34 » Thu Aug 24, 2017 7:06 am

This is a great story one that I do know that I cannot write the ending to. But a quick thought that I had when reading the second part was, that on the show there are always people in the building. Even if their team left for the night, there are still other people that work in that building.

Re: NCIS Fan Fiction: Abby and Ziva (Part 2 posted)

Postby Beeblebrox883 » Thu Aug 24, 2017 9:08 am

Great story. I really enjoyed reading it