An inside job?

Postby putasockinit2 » Wed Sep 30, 2015 8:31 am

To get to the very top of any business usually takes a lot of hard work, dedication, sacrifices and commitment. However there are less orthodox ways for you to succeed for a fraction of the time if it is required. This usually is a choice that is fairly simple for the majority of people who live normal, honest lives; however the life of a person undercover never follows the simple path to success and freedom.

“You think you are up to the job?” I heard from my superior, Ms Harriet Forester.

The curvy brunette looked up at me from her desk through her glasses. She was mid 40s in age and leader of the organisation I worked for; an organisation I had to keep quiet from everyone who knew me outside of this office block. To my friends, family, neighbours and acquaintances I was an estate agent who occasionally got a large amount of commission when an expensive house was successfully sold. This was a brilliant excuse to use when explaining why I was gone for days on occasion and my bank account had 7 figures in it.

As I shook Harriet’s hand I placed my badge on the desk, accepting the task she had left completely to me. I was granted permission to use any force necessary in order to capture each and every member of the Malone girls gang whose operation was suspicious. On the outside they appeared to be a part of a hugely successful insurance office, however as often with this type of operation; a deeper, darker truth hid behind the girl’s extensive wealth. Fraud, Robbery, Phone-hacking, bribery all had their importance. They were an unknown nuisance to this city and finally, after years of researching them, stalking them and working for them it was decided that it was the right time to bring down as many as possible from the inside.

I myself had enjoyed a fairly successful few years deep in the middle of this organisation. I was undercover and enjoyed being the inside view. I had gained their trust and respect and after starting off as a ‘clerk’, had earned several promotions to become third in the pecking order. I knew how this place ran, most things went through me so I was fairly confident I would be one of the last few people they would expect to be betraying them.

The opening day.

I looked out of my window at the people outside of my office with a cup of tea in hand, trying to picture which one of the women would be best to pick off first. For me, I looked at it a lot like a predator in the wild. The weaker, less important members were important to begin with. This place was built on trust. They wouldn’t be missed if they didn’t show up as they were viewed as cannon fodder for other gangs and organisations.

I enjoyed the view from this office. Being upstairs on the floor this operation rented I could look down and watch each of the women work. I also had the privacy and quiet of my own room to strategize and think about my task. Suddenly I spotted something and grabbed my coat and my bag.
I followed three girls a distance behind them all the way to the underground car park. Being in a fairly quiet area, fields surrounded three of the four sides of this building. Many times I had spotted groups of the women, conversing by the cars in an attempt to get free time off work as the area featured no security or cameras of any kind. I watched as they leaned on 2 cars, oblivious to my encroaching presence behind them. I checked around double, triple checking there were no potential witnesses before I pulled out my tranquiliser gun. Heart beating, a tense feeling filling my stomach I quickly lined up three shots.

My training of how to fire weapons had served me well and it wasn’t long before the three women were collapsing unconscious on the floor, hidden between two cars and from view on three sides. A quick first bump later I put my gun away and strolled slowly over to them. Still nobody came.
“What a catch” I whispered to myself, opening up the trunk of my large 4x4 and dumping them in. With that dosage they would be out for hours, giving me time to prepare them how I wanted as I shut the door and drove off towards home.
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Re: An inside job?

Postby putasockinit2 » Wed Sep 30, 2015 5:00 pm

I stopped on the way back briefly and pulled into a lay-by where I re-opened the door to the trunk where the three sleeping beauties lay. The one nearest the door was a brunette named Kelly who was of Hawaiian descent. The middle one had long blonde hair that was tied in a neat ponytail behind her head. Her name was Heidi. The final woman unconscious in the back of my car, Sarah, featured beautiful auburn hair which had obviously been curled by a flat iron before she had come in today. They were all between 20 and 30 and dressed in the usual dress code of the organisation; A white blouse and black skirt complete with pantyhose and flat shoes.

After searching each of them thoroughly I placed their phones, purses and various other small possessions into each of their separate handbags, before I put these on the backseat, out of the way. Now they had no way of dialling for help or identification, I proceeded with the next part of my plan.
I took great delight as I began with Kelly, removing her shoes before her skirt was slid off her legs and her blouse was unbuttoned and removed with much the same efficiency. As I piled her clothes into a bag of their own, I continued in the same way with the 2 remaining girls, leaving them in their red, blue and green underwear and pantyhose for me to see. After placing the bag of clothes on the back of the seat I returned to the trunk and pulled out my ace card.

The familiar ‘click’ sound of zip ties fastening around each of the girl’s ankles together and wrists behind them sounded as I set about securing them, making sure escape was not an option or at least extremely unlikely.

With Kelly, Heidi and Sarah bound in the back, the only thing left to add was something to block out the screams and shouts should they wake up early from their heavy dose of tranquiliser fluid. One by one I forced their mouths open and inserted a large 2 & 1/2“ ball gag that matched the colour of the underwear they were now stripped to. After all, this whole task was about restoring order so why not suggest it right from the start. Although thankfully I was well supplied with gags and materials, making this process one of choice rather than using what was available.

As I checked the zip ties one more time on each of the women, I shut the trunk door and drove back to my farm that had been gifted to me not just for the operation but for providing various successes already in my relatively young career.



Kelly was the first to wake up in her room as she struggled in the chair she was now tied to. Her wrists and elbows were secured with rope behind her tightly with further ropes around her chest acted like a breast harness, pinning her arms to her back and the back of the chair. A rope around her waist worked to secure her upper body to the back of the chair whilst a tight crotch rope provided her with a stimulating feeling in her loin she hadn’t experienced before. Her legs were bound at the ankles, above and below the knees as well as her thighs whilst a further rope secured around the top of her thighs to the base of the wooden dining chair. To finish off, her ankle bonds were connected to her wrist bonds under the chair whilst the same red ball-gag filled her mouth, making her muffled moans of confusion and irritation unintelligible.

On top of all this was the fact she was naked and she had no idea where she was or how she had even got in here. So it was much surprise when the electronic door opened with my card and I walked in and towards her, presenting myself to her. The expression on her face intrigued me as I unfastened the ball gag to let her speak.
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Re: An inside job?

Postby putasockinit2 » Thu Oct 01, 2015 3:00 pm

“Well you must be brave, stupid or both to do this to me! Why? What the hell is this all about? You better have a good explanation or I swear when I get free I will knock you into next week and alert everyone back in HQ.”

I smirked as I pulled up a chair opposite her and just looked at her. She tested her bonds a few times, trying to stretch them in an effort to get free but found her efforts pointless as they were tight and secure, with no sign of much slack.

“Try all you like, you won’t be going anywhere and neither will your three work mates. Think of your time with me as slightly better than prison, where you can learn to make deals for certain benefits.”

“What are you talking about..prison? and what benefits? What do you want from me?” Kelly whispered as she stopped struggling and looked at me in a slightly more concerned manner.

“Well for example, if you crave an item that isn’t any form of electronic device except a TV and within reason, I will consider it if you offer to do something for me in return. The minute you were caught the three of you lost your power.”

“You want us to be some kind of kinky prostitutes for you? What the hell?” Kelly replied in a slightly raised voice, frustrated by being rendered helpless so easily. However after a few moments to calm down she thought of something.

“Seeing as you’ve done a good job, capturing me and getting me out of the way…fine. I guess I have no choice” she sighed looking up at me from her bonds. “Get me a TV in here for tonight and we can fuck all night.” She whispered, blushing slightly as she clearly felt humiliated having to think up a deal like this.

I sat back and pondered, deliberately taking my time to show how she was answerable to me from now on.

“See your getting the spirit now. Ok fine, a deal’s a deal. You have one hour of TV time scheduled for tonight. Now for food and drink?” I teased, fully exploiting her helpless position.

“Oh come on, really? But I need those things. What on earth do you want?”

“Hmm. I will continue to give you food and drink on the agreement that you submit yourself to me. From now on you do whatever I ask. You are my pet and I can treat you how I like. For the amount of time you impress me with your willingness, submissiveness and seduction I will continue to look after you. Let me down and that may stop. Understand?” I replied, knowing this was a big ask but by now she was hopefully desperate.

With a brief look of disappointment in her eyes she nodded her head in agreement. She knew her options were severely limited after her capture and she needed me much more than I needed her. If this was her only option to get the things she wanted then she had no choice to accept. However the brief look of disappointment disappeared with a ‘brave face’ smile.

“Fair enough, you win. Could be fun I guess, whatever this big operation is that you have planned could be fun.”
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
The Kanye of tugs ;) :lol:
Stuck between wanting to quit and wanting to stay...